#cuz shes missing her right front leg

[sk3l3t0n444]

i think i could really benefit from a service dog but my other dogs would get jealous that i take one dog everywhere and not them lmao

[redwing4life]

Home Cooked Meal

CHAPTER 4 | ASHES TO EMBERS

can be read as a stand alone :)

PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut (finally) - dirty talk, pet names, oral f and m receiving, fingering, tit play, praise kink, hand kink?, ball play, hair pulling, unprotected PinV sex, aftercare, reader and bucky have dinner, swearing, fluff, let me know if i missed anything!

SUMMARY: You surprise Bucky with a home cooked meal after his shift, and it’s the best damn thing he’s had in years. The pasta was pretty good too.

WORD COUNT: 10550 (ngl i rechecked this three times cuz i didn’t think i wrote this much but turns out i did in fact write over 10k words im sorry lmao)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER // NEXT CHAPTER

Call me when you get home x

Your text still sits on Bucky’s lock screen, read but not opened, as he gets changed out of his work clothes.

It’s fair to say that the message intrigued him when he first read it half an hour ago, just before he left the firehouse. His legs sped up your building stairwell faster than normal, desperate to find out why you’re awaiting his call.

Knowing you would have said so if you were in immediate danger, Bucky sifts through the multitude of possibilities that await him on the other side of the ring tone; none of which ease the butterflies in his stomach.

He walks to his kitchen, phone in hand, to get a glass of orange juice. Pulling up your contact page, he presses ‘call’ and grabs the carton of juice from the fridge door.

You answer after just one ring, eager to hear his voice.

“Hey, Barnes!” God, Bucky loves your voice.

“Doll.” His voice is soft, tone rising at the end with curiosity. “You asked me to call, what’s up?”

The firefighter swoons at the adorable giggle you let out, the sound distant from the mic as though you’ve tried to hide it. “I was worried you didn’t see my text.” You admit.

Bucky pictures you biting your lip anxiously, an accurate prediction for your current state.

“What are you doing right now?”

Glancing down at the yet-to-be-filled glass in front of him, Bucky leans a hand against the kitchen island. “Just about to get a drink, what are-“

“Don’t!” You cut in. “Don’t get a drink, I need you to come over.”

“What, now? What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong, James. Just come knock, okay? I’ll see you in a minute!”

And with that, the call cuts off with a dull beep; Bucky brings the phone down from his ear and stares at it in confusion. You’re being weird, never having hung up on him like that before.

Alpine meows from above the fridge, drawing her owner’s attention away from the phone, only to tilt her head at him.

Even Alps is confused.

Deciding to just do what you told, Bucky slips his phone into the pocket of his dark jeans, returns the orange juice to the fridge and sets off for the front door. He finds himself checking over his appearance in the entry way mirror, eyes scanning over his outfit before he smooths out his hair.

Although he won’t admit it, Bucky’s spent a lot more time in front of that mirror lately; checking his collar isn’t twisted, his hair isn’t too messy and there’s nothing stuck in his teeth. The need to look good, to look good for you, hasn’t gone unnoticed by his colleagues.

He considers using the spare key you gave him and letting himself into your apartment but shakes the thought away.

She asked you to knock, Bucky. Not break in.

With one final nod in the mirror, Bucky leaves his apartment, stepping into the hallway he’s spent so many mornings and nights in with you.

Old jazz music greets his ears when he approaches your door, the soft melody sneaking through the cracks of the door frame. Bucky smiles to himself at the thought of you dancing in your kitchen, heart warming when he notices your humming.

Knocking thrice, the firefighter steps back and nervously stuffs his hands into his pockets. You always make him nervous, those darn butterflies stirring in his stomach whenever he’s about to see you. And when he does see you. Actually, they’re there even when he imagines seeing you.

He takes a breath when he hears you shuffling up to the door, but nothing could prepare him for the sight when it swings open.

Rusty red fabric flows from your neckline to the middle of your thighs, small flowers dotted over the slightly orange colour. Two thin straps perched on your shoulders leave plenty of skin on show as your usual sun-pendant necklace sits between the v-neck of your dress. Which, by the way, perfectly presents the soft swell of your breasts.

It takes everything Bucky has to not drool at his breathtaking neighbour, but it takes even more to not dive on you and finally taste those pink lips.

Your skin is ablaze beneath his eyes and you revel in his reaction, the exact response you wanted when you pulled on the dress two hours ago.

“We’re matching.” You grin, taking a moment to enjoy Bucky’s red henley.

“It’s almost like we planned it.” A chuckle escapes him, eyes trailing up from your thighs to meet yours.

“Speaking of plans,” You reach out to pull Bucky closer, tugging his forearms until he pulls his hands out of his pockets, “I have a surprise for you.”

Is it letting me look at you in that dress all evening? Your neighbour thinks - hopes - as you lead him into your apartment.

Closing the door behind him, you take his hand in yours once more to guide him to your little kitchen/diner area. If you weren’t looking ahead, you’d see Bucky’s cheeks flushed pink at your touch. Seeing your hand encompassed with his own will never fail to drive him crazy.

When he eventually looks up from your joined hands, he’s stunned to a halt. You turn back to him when you feel him plant his feet and your features twist into a nervous expression.

“I- Doll, what is all this?” The firefighters eyes are wide at your ‘surprise’.

Your small dining table is set up for two; cream place mats lay beneath charcoal gray pasta dishes with wine glasses sitting at their corners. There’s even a little vase with pink and yellow tulips in between the two spaces.

“Well, remember that time when you told me you haven’t had a proper home cooked meal in years?” You watch Bucky closely as you speak, waiting for some sign of approval.

“You mean this morning?” He turns to you in wonder, thinking back to your conversation as he gave you a lift to the cafe. “I don’t know what to say, doll.”

You roll back on your heels, hands scrunching your dress at your sides. “Is it okay? I know it’s a little cheesy and it’s last minute but I thought it would be a nice surprise for you after working all day. I mean, it’s not exactly at your home but it’s pretty cl-“

Bucky takes two long strides towards you and brings his hands to cup your cheeks; your words die on your tongue when he looks down at you with tender eyes.

“It’s perfect, Y/n.” He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek bone. “You could feed me Alpine’s food and i’d still bow at your feet, sweets.”

Now you’re the one blushing. You heart skips when Bucky’s eyes drop to your lips with hunger in his gaze.

“Always so good to me, aren’t ya?” His words tempt a whimper from deep within you, a submissive whine held back by the last of your restraint.

“Well-“

The oven beeps, its sharp tone darting between your bodies and making you step back from Bucky’s hold.

“Uhh” Your mind is all over the place as the firefighter watches you with amusement, “I- I should, I mean- the pasta must be-“

“Go, doll.” Bucky shakes his head laughing quietly.

Your dress sways as you spin away to the stove, stirring various pots and tidying up the counters. Your neighbour watches you in awe, unashamedly enjoying the view; you just look so goddamn sexy in that cute little dress while you cook for him. He wishes he could come home to this every night.

“You need a hand with anything, doll?” Bucky’s voice sounds from behind you.

“Actually, yeah!” You glance over your shoulder. “Come here.”

If you keep bossing him about, Bucky’s gonna struggle not to tear that sweet little sundress right off you.

Settling in at your side, Bucky cocks his head. “What d’ya need?”

You scoop some of the creamy tomato sauce onto a spoon and bring it to Bucky’s lips. “Try this for me.”

With bated breath, you watch his full lips wrap around the end of the spoon, his eyes bearing into yours as he drags the sauce into his mouth.

Bucky has no business looking as dirty as he does in this moment; you watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows before his tongue juts out to catch a few missed drops. And just when you thought your panties would survive the sight, a moan ripples from his throat and you clench around nothing at the sound.

“Good?” You murmur, hoping he doesn’t notice when you cross your legs.

He notices.

“Delicious,” Bucky takes the spoon from your hand and stretches across you to place it back in the pan, his right hand brushing against the small of your back, “you did great, sweets.”

Fuck. Me.

You regather your composure and ask Bucky to get the wine from the fridge. He pours you both a glass, setting them back on the dining table gently before returning the bottle to its home.

“Hey, could you bring the bowls over, please?” You call over your shoulder.

You plate up the sauce coated pasta while Bucky places the dirty pans in the sink, both working around each other like a fine tuned machine.

Before you can do it yourself, Bucky is picking up the bowls and laying them on the place mats, winking at you as he does so. He pulls your chair out for you, nodding for you to join him.

“For you, Madame.” He jokes, allowing you to sit down while tucking you in.

You watch him round the table and take his own seat. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

Bucky grins at you. The orange glow of sunset shines through your windows, catching your features with grace. Your eyes shine beneath the light and Bucky can’t help but find you angelic.

“You’re beautiful, doll. I don’t know if I said that earlier but, god, you look stunning tonight.”

Dropping your head, you play with the hem of your dress shyly. Your hair falls into your face, forcing you to push it behind your ears, though Bucky wishes he was close enough to do it himself.

With rose tinted cheeks, you look up at Bucky through your lashes. “You say that to all your neighbours, Barnes?” You raise a brow with your teasing voice.

Bucky throws his head back and laughs heartily, a sound you’ve come to adore.

“Only the ones who cook for me.” He winks.

“Doesn’t Ms Scott bring you pies every couple weeks?”

“And I tell her she looks ravishing every time.”

You giggle and tell Bucky to dig in, though you could happily sit and talk all night. While you both stop every now and then for a forkful of food, conversation bounces between you as it always does.

Tonight isn’t much different to a typical evening with the firefighter next door; usually you share some snacks and beers, cozying up on the couch as you watch tv. It’s become ritual for you to send Bucky a video of you playing the piano each evening, his phone playing the video on loop as he sleeps. It’s strange, but the music creeps into his dreams and keeps them peaceful, keeps him away from that burning building.

It’s been a few weeks since the night he was sent home early. Both you and Bucky felt a shift that night; waking up in his arms left you craving more, though you’ve yet to tell him as much. You left him sleeping peacefully that morning when you left for work with only a couple hours of sleep under your belt.

Bucky hated waking up to find the other side of his bed empty, no longer feeling your heat. The note you left him eased the disappointment slightly, your neat handwriting promising to come back in your breaks. Neither of you have addressed how right it felt to sleep beside each other that night, despite spending all of your free time together with unspoken words hanging over you.

Instead, you dance around each other like two ghosts doomed to never touch. The bond between you is stronger than any you’ve ever had, the magnetic lure undeniable for you both.

Your glasses have been emptied and refilled twice now - dinner long since been finished - and you’re starting to feel the buzz; those butterflies in your stomach have turned into a swarm of confidence, your brain taking a backseat from its usual overthinking.

“You expect me to believe that you broke down the door before Sam could? The same guy who beat you at your physical a few weeks back?” You tease the brunette, a challenging brow raised at his rather unimpressed face.

“What are you trying to say there, doll?”

Bucky’s jaw clenches when you tilt your head slightly, eyes shining with amusement beneath the exposed hanging light bulbs.

“Nothing to worry your cute little head about.” You watch Bucky relax into his chair slightly as you reach for your glass with a smirk. “Just that I doubt Sam has any difficulty kicking a door down, not with the way he’s built.”

The scoff to end all scoffs ripples from your neighbours throat; his bright blue orbs glare into you and his features twist into a scowl. Oh if looks could kill…

Bucky’s tone is flat, “Didn’t know you were such an admirer of Wilson’s build, Y/n.”

The lack of a pet name sends your confidence wavering, but not enough to keep you from having a little fun.

“Well, you know,” You bring the glass to your lips, “he’s hardly difficult to miss.”

Watching the deep ruby liquid pass over your lips, Bucky fights to hide the fury that’s flooding his veins, forced to look away from your smug grin.

He knows, he knows, that you’re lying through your teeth, trying to get a rise out of his usually impenetrable facade, and yet he can’t help but feel jealous.

Bucky’s painfully aware that he has no right to feel so possessive, not when he lays no claim to you. But the twist of his stomach is proof that he doesn’t much care.

“Maybe I should just give you his number and you can cook him a meal next time.” Bucky grumbles.

“Oh, that’s alright, I already have his number.”

You’ve never seen Bucky’s head snap up as quickly as it just did, his gaze pinning you to your spot.

“You what?”

Gently, you place your glass back on the table. “Yeah, Steve gave him my number last week so he could get in touch.”

The fire in those blue eyes burns brighter with each word, his body so still that his chest is barely moving when he breathes. In fact, you’re not even sure if he is breathing. Hell, he’s not even sure if he’s breathing.

“Is that right?” Bucky’s gruff voice is laced with possessiveness, the low tone travelling straight to your panties till you swear you feel yourself throb. You wonder briefly if you have a jealousy kink and the sweet arousal dripping from your cunt only confirms your suspicions.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, “In fact, i’m going out for coffee with him next week.”

“Huh.”

Bucky’s chair screeches against the hardwood floor as he pushes himself back. You follow his movements with amused eyes when he stands up and grabs your plates before storming to the kitchen. You twist in your chair, watching him place the dishes in the sink and flick on the tap.

“James, what are you doing?” You ask.

“What does it look like i’m doing?” Oh he’s grumpy, grumpy.

Bucky’s shoulders are tense beneath his tight henley, his sleeves now rolled up as he starts scrubbing at the plates. It’s quiet while he concentrates on his work, only accompanied by the music still flowing from your speaker.

From the corner of his eye, the firefighter sees you rise from your chair, ears honed in on the sound of your feet pattering towards him.

It’s now hard for Bucky to focus on anything but your breath on his neck, goosebumps littered across his skin like a rash. You stand right behind him, tracing your fingers up from the small of his back; Bucky’s muscles tense momentarily before melting at your touch, just like always.

“Ask me why i’m seeing Sam next week.” You order, hands still roaming the taut fabric on Bucky’s back. The command makes him pause and clench his eyes shut. Why are you making him talk about this when it’s tearing him apart?

The brunette turns in your hold but you don’t release him, instead settling your hands on his waist.

“Why are you seeing him, doll?” Bucky sounds despondent, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks down at you.

“He asked me to teach his nephews to play the piano, Buck. I’m meeting him and the boys on Wednesday, Sarah too.”

A shocked ‘What’ tumbles from his lips as the information sinks in, his frown slowly falling away as he processes your words.

“Yeah…” You grin, though it’s more like a smirk, content with yourself proving he was jealous.

In a desperate attempt to save his ego, Bucky rolls his eyes playfully. “I knew you weren’t really attracted to that dumbass.”

You scoff and pat his chest lightly. “Sure you did, Barnes. Now scoot, you wash ‘em, i’ll dry ‘em.”

With his hands on his hips, he stays still as you nudge your way to his side, stretching to the window sill where your dish towels lay. Bucky’s never been in this position before, it’s always him who’s teasing you; this is new territory for him and it irks him that you riled him up so easily.

Once he shakes his head clear, the firefighter returns to face the sink and starts washing the dishes again. You wait patiently while he works, humming along to whichever song is playing.

“You like the old stuff, huh doll?” Bucky grins warmly at the slight sway of your hips, your radiance beaming like a lantern.

You giggle sheepishly and bite your lip, unknowingly sending Bucky spiralling. “I thought it was fitting for tonight, really leaning into the whole ‘housewife’ role.”

He raises a brow, “Does that make me your doting husband then, sweets?”

Realising what you said, your cheeks heat up instantly and your eyes widen. You attempt to backtrack but your words stumble over one another as though you’re a little school girl.

Bucky, however, is basking in the familiarity of control; your rosy cheeks never fail to bring a smile to his face, and boy is he beaming right now.

“I meant- It’s- You know what I meant, James.” You shoot daggers at him, though the idea of being married to your neighbour sends your heart into overdrive.

That swoon-worthy laugh greets your ears with haste, Bucky’s eyes crinkled at the corners as his chest reverberates with its force. It’s impossible to bite back the grin that’s fighting its way onto your lips.

Small tendrils of chestnut hair tumble from behind his ears, begging to be pushed back, but the buzz from the wine has dulled and you can’t find the confidence to do it, no matter how much Bucky’s eyes are pleading you to.

“You know, it’s sweet of you to teach the boys how to play.” He looks at you in adoration, the image of you spending time with Sam’s nephews triggering a warmth to spread in his chest.

A breathy laugh escapes you as your gaze falls to the kitchen counter. You blush at the compliment and slowly start drying the dishes again.

“Do you spend much time with them?” You ask with a brief glance his way.

Bucky shrugs, “Yeah, Sarah is always throwing barbecues for the squad. They’re good kids, and I bet they’ll love you!”

“Oh God, I hope so. I’ve never taught before and i’m scared they’ll hate me and i’ll destroy their dreams and-” You ramble away without noticing the frown tugging at your neighbours brows.

“Teach me.”

Huh?

“What?” You freeze.

“You said you’ve never taught before,” Bucky steps closer to you, his cologne swarming around you like a warm hug, “so practise on me. Teach me something.”

You almost laugh at his words, mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that he’s joking. But Bucky doesn’t move, his blue eyes study your own, body so still that you fail to conjure a laugh. He’s not joking.

Hesitation is written across your features, drawing a single shake of Bucky’s head. “Come on, sweets. Please? For me?” He pleads.

“Okay.”

It’s scary how quickly you succumb to Bucky’s wishes; you fear you’d do awful things if only he asked and you’d even do it with a smile. You’re so doomed.

With a triumphant grin, Bucky plucks the dish cloth and plate from your grasp and carefully places them on the sink’s edge, before taking your hand in his and guiding you to your piano.

Nerves prickling beneath your skin, you trail behind him and silently revel in his touch. It’s hard to not stare at his perfect body as you stumble around furniture, the sharp muscles of his shoulders rippling as he tugs you with him. Flicking off the speaker on the way, you fall onto the small piano stool beside Bucky, and with such little room, your left thigh is pressed up against his. The solid curve of his muscles prod into your flesh and yet despite the fluttering it causes in your stomach, you’re far more focused on his hands.

From the bulge of his toned biceps to the trail of prominent veins in his forearms, your eyes drag down Bucky’s arms till you pause at the sight of his large hands. They lay spread across the span of his thighs, his right pinky finger mere atoms away from your exposed skin where your dress has ridden up. You find yourself craving the sparks that alight with his touch, so you adjust your position to make sure your leg brushes against his hand.

It certainly hasn’t gone amiss to the firefighter that you’ve taken a liking to his hands. Sure, he’s caught you staring at them before, but the hunger in your gaze right now is greater than ever.

The corner of Bucky’s lip turns up into a smirk as he reaches for your hands once more, lifting them to rest on the ivory keys of your piano.

“Wanna hear you play me something before you give me a lesson.” He admits, his words more of a demand than a question.

When you fail to respond, still caught up in scanning the crevices of his calloused hands, Bucky nudges your shoulder.

You shake your head with a dazed frown, “Huh?”

A playful chuckle falls from his pink lips, “I said play me something, sweets, before you start teachin’ me.”

You giggle sheepishly, sighing an ‘Oh’ before you gather your thoughts. Bucky returns his hands to his lap - a movement you struggle to ignore - giving you free rein of the instrument.

Running through some songs you could teach him, you settle for one of your favourites, or more accurately, one of Bucky’s favourites. The cool surface of the keys is harsh beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the Bucky-induced-heat flushing through your veins, hands stretching into place as you prepare the opening chords.

Rhythmic tones swarm around the two of you as you begin playing, masterfully dancing across the keys like it’s a second language. Your graceful motions always bring Bucky to a halt as you entrap him in your art.

He recognises the song straight away, lips turning up at the sweet melody. You didn’t even have to ask to know what he wanted to hear, you just knew. Bucky’s head feels light at the sight before him. A knowing grin has settled on your soft lips, your body ever so lightly swaying to the music, clearly getting lost the sounds.

It’s impossible not to feel the adoring stare of your neighbour, no matter how hard you try to ignore it. Warmth is pooling in the depths of your heart where it feels like you’re bleeding out, your love for Bucky forcing out the blood till the only thing circulating through your veins is him. No longer able to cope with the feelings swarming within you, your fingers abruptly stop mid song before you turn to look up at the firefighter.

“Okay, your go.” You state, but when Bucky raises a bemused brow your way, you continue to instruct him. “Come on. You’re gonna do the left hand, I’ll do the right.”

“Yes Ma’am!” Bucky chimes with a mock salute, earning him a glare.

It takes a few tries to move his fingers into the correct positions, both because he’s apparently wholeheartedly incapable of doing what you say but also because you may or may not zone out every time the veins of his hands stick out as he moves. But it’s still entirely his fault though. Entirely. ‘Maybe like 98% his fault. That’s seems fair.’ You think.

“There you go!” You cheer when the firefighter successfully plays the right notes in tandem.

“Would you look at that, not so useless after all.” Bucky winks at you and you blush lightly.

Glancing at him hopefully, you ask him to play the first chord you taught him.

“Oh, umm-“ He stutters, fingers flailing about and pressing random keys in search of the right pattern.

“Here, let me…” You chuckle sweetly at how utterly lost he looks and move to help him.

Leaning forward, you drag Bucky’s fingers over the ridges of ivorite, slowly placing them on the correct keys. You feel his lust-filled eyes trained on your face while you work, though it’s getting harder and harder to focus under his stare.

A frown tugs at your brows when your mind goes blank as to where Bucky needs to put his left hand, his still-wandering gaze burning into you and spreading to your cunt faster than you care to admit.

Of course, Bucky notices your breath quickening, chest stumbling up and down with shaky pants. His proximity is intoxicating and the will to fight it is slowly slipping past you, fingers itching to trace up Bucky’s thick arms to his neck so you can finally pull his lips to yours.

Bucky reads every inch of your skin like he’s studying for an exam. From the clench of your jaw to your eyes fluttering shut, he knows that he’s winning this tussle for control.

“Bucky…” You breathe, the wavering sigh rolling from your tongue like a stray secret.

“Yes, doll?” Bucky smirks with glinting eyes and you bite back a whimper.

Opening your eyes, you keep them trained on where yours rest on his. “I can’t focus with you looking at me like that.”

Bucky knows exactly what you mean but he can’t help but toy with you. “Like what?” He cocks his head with faux innocence that fools no one.

You turn to look up at the firefighter, eyes meeting his half lidded ones, the blue of his eyes barely visible behind his lust-blown pupils but the blue you can see is so impossible dark that you wonder if they were ever light in the first place.

Taking a breath, you wet your lips so briefly that Bucky nearly misses it. Nearly. “Like you want to kiss me.” You say, barely above a whisper.

“Oh,” Bucky sighs, leaning in closer, “I want to do much more than that.”

Your body is alight with need. Craving his touch, a breach of the barrier between you, you practically whine your reply. “Then why are you just staring?”

“Well, I wanna remember you like this; sweet, angelic, so perfect in your little sundress.“

With the back of his hand, Bucky nudges the hem of your dress higher till his whole hand is spread against your thigh. You quash the aching desire to glance at where your bodies meet and lock your eyes on Bucky’s, whose lips are turned into a knowing smirk.

“Gotta savour it while I can.” He says as he pushes his palm further to your inner thigh, his pinky finger mere inches from your heat.

“Why?” You ask, heart racing.

It dawns on you that you may actually pass out when the firefighter leans in close to you, nose pushing your hair aside to expose the soft skin of your neck which now sits defenceless to his advances. The heat of his breath is electrifying, lips nearing your pulse point eagerly.

Bucky’s lips ghost over your skin as he explains, “Cause once I’ve had my way with you, you’re gonna be a hot fucking mess, sweets.”

A breathy moan tumbles from the depths of you chest at the crude insinuations of his words; your eyes flutter shut, an unintentional reaction that you’re grateful for as it hides the way your pupils roll to the back of your head.

Through the dark span of your eyelids, you picture exactly how Bucky will make you a hot fucking mess. Spread legs with his tongue delving through your folds, back arched as he pounds into your pussy with vigour, his hands guiding your hips back to meet his as he fucks you from behind. The images bear too much for you yet you can’t stop picturing the salacious scenes, not when your neighbour is pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.

“James…” You sigh, voice carrying the weight of a thousand pleas.

“Yeah? Is that what you want?”

Nodding your head desperately, you whine, unable to form any words beneath his sinful tongue.

“Words, doll.” Bucky says, lips hovering over your ear. He’s struggling to hold back but can’t let himself touch you the way he wants to until he hears you spell it out for him.

Turning your head slowly, you peer at Bucky with half-lidded eyes and a slack-jaw. “I want you, James. Please.”

That’s all it takes to disintegrate the final remnants of the firefighter’s self-control before his full lips meet your own with a hunger that’s been brewing for months.

Bucky’s lips glide across yours, slotting between your own so easily it’s got you believing this is not your first kiss. It’s soft and sweet but so goddamn sensual that you can’t help but moan into his mouth, the now open gap giving him the perfect chance to slide his tongue inside.

You bring your hands up Bucky’s body and rest them on his neck, fingers tentatively feeding through the hair at the nape of his neck while you jostle for control of the kiss.

Forced to pull back for breath, you take a peek only to find those strikingly blue eyes already on yours.

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky whispers, “you don’t know how long I’ve been waitin’ for this.”

“Probably not as long as I have.” You scoff.

“Then let me make up for lost time.”

“Wait, what do y-“

Within moments, Bucky is lifting your legs over the bench and is knelt between them, his large hands teasing the hem of your dress as he keeps your thighs spread apart.

Your mouth is agape with surprise while you grab onto the piano behind you for stability, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through your veins. And as if he can read your anxious thoughts, Bucky looks up at you with the most sincere expression across his soft features.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, despite the deep desire shining in his eyes. He wants you more than anything, but he needs to know you want him too.

It’s an easy answer and you’re shaking your head faster than you care to admit, but the memory of Bucky’s prior words flash through your mind and you still just as quick.

“No.”

Watching intently as he runs a hand from your ankle up to your knee, the firefighter rolls his bottom lip between his teeth when your breath hitches.

“Then promise me you’ll tell me if that changes?” Bucky asks.

You reach down and run your fingers through his chestnut locks, tucking the few loose strands behind his ear.

“I promise.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweets.”

A hearty laugh reverberates through you, but you’re quickly silenced by Bucky’s lips on your inner thigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. He kisses his way up to your heat, slowly pushing your dress higher and higher till the only thing between you and his mouth is the crimson lace panties covering your mound.

A sound you can only describe as a growl ripples through the room and you glance down at your neighbour to find him practically drooling at the sight of you. But then his eyes are on yours, his hungry, half-lidded eyes, and he’s tracing a finger over your clothed slit. Your breathing becomes laboured at his touch, your body, your mind, all of you at his mercy.

“Bucky, please…”

“Ah ah ah-“ The firefighter tuts, “-since when do you call me Bucky?”

You frown, back arching slightly in search of some friction on your core, too aroused to process his words properly.

“Look at me, Y/n.”

The stern nature of his tone lures your eyes to his once more. “What?” You ask, confused.

“I haven’t spent months goin’ crazy listening to you use my name only to have you call me Bucky when I’m finally between your legs.”

The throb of your pussy spurs you on and you tilt your head teasingly. “Touch me, James.” You say, and he obeys.

Bucky glides his hands up to your hips and drags your panties lower and lower, his lips chasing the lace till there’s no where left to kiss but your slick folds.

He hovers over your heat with bated breath before forcing himself to close his eyes and ask if you’re still okay with this.

“More than okay, James.” You answer truthfully.

“Good, cause I’m fucking starvin’.”

You feel his mouth on your pussy before you’ve even processed his words, tongue delving between your folds like he really is starving and you didn’t just feed him the best dinner he’s had in years. Though something tells him that title is about to be beaten the second you cum all over his face.

Your mouth curves into an ‘o’, the most pornographic of moans escaping you at the sinful sounds of Bucky’s mouth on your cunt. Drowning in increasingly intense waves of pleasure, your senses are dialled up to the max; with every flick of his tongue and suck on your clit, you find yourself falling deeper in your arousal. It becomes impossible to listen to anything Bucky’s telling you.

“Y’taste so sweet, doll.”

“Doing so good for me, aren’t ya? My good girl.”

“Let me hear you, doll, need to hear how good you feel.”

Whether it’s praises or orders, there’s no chance in hell of you understanding a word that falls from his lips, though Bucky doesn’t mind. The clench of your soft thighs around his head tells him all he needs to know - that even if your heads not fulling comprehending him, your body is. And the sheer amount of slick glistening across your cunt is enough for him to know that you’re ready for more.

The sensation of Bucky’s finger tracing along your pussy lips sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hips lifting off the stool.

“James- oh fuck-“

Words die on your tongue when Bucky eases a finger inside you. White hot pleasure builds at your core, burning the last remnants of your self control, its embers coaxing a near-scream out of you.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweets. That’s- shit you’re so tight, pussy’s squeezing me and it’s just one finger.”

You mewl and squirm beneath him.

“How you gonna handle two of ‘em, doll?”

Bucky’s mesmerised at the sight of his finger gliding in and out of you, drenched in your sweet juices, too beautiful of a sight for him to give up by eating you out. But when you groan at the suggestion of two fingers, he drags his gaze upwards and is greeted with a view that’s evening better.

You, draped against the piano, head tilted back and brows drawn together while uneven sighs tumble from your swollen lips. God, you look heavenly, Bucky thinks. He doesn’t realise he’s said it out loud, but it makes little difference seeing as you’re rather preoccupied with the thought of Bucky fucking another finger inside you.

“James?” You call, reaching down to cover your left hand around the one at your sex, the other tugging on his hair.

“Yeah? Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” He panics, thinking you’ve grabbed his hand to stop him.

Instead, you look him in the eye and say “Are you gunna fuck another finger inside of me or what?”

An awe-inspired grin spreads across Bucky’s face at your question. He keeps his blue orbs on yours while he presses a kiss to your clit and pushes himself higher till he’s inches from your face.

He rests a hand against the piano, caging you in and says, “Anything for my girl.” before a second digit joins his first.

The stretch knocks the wind out of your chest but Bucky hardly gives you any time to adjust, his fingers pumping in and out of you even faster than before. His palm slaps against your bundle of nerves with every thrust, the force riding to your chest where your tits bounce in rhythm.

“So damn beautiful…” The firefighter says.

You look up at him through your lashes and pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. With clashing teeth, the wet slapping sounds only feeds into the moment and Bucky’s suddenly very aware of the tightness in his jeans.

With each passing second, the cord in your stomach is getting so close to snapping that your mouth isn’t even moving against Bucky’s anymore.

“Fuck, James, I’m- I-“

“Shh, I know.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “You gonna cum all over my fingers, doll? Gonna let me see you fall apart?”

You nod feverishly.

“Good girl, now let go for me.”

That’s all it takes for the damn to break loose and the fiercest orgasm of your life to rack through your body. It reaches every part of you, all the cracks and crevices you never thought could be touched, yet here you are, feeling every inch of yourself set on fire.

“That’s it, doll, that’s it.” Bucky comforts you while you lay victim to the aftershocks of his work, slowing the thrust of his fingers till your breathing evens and he moves to gently circling your sensitive clit.

“Holy shit…” You sigh, a satisfied and totally fucked-out grin playing across your lips.

Noticing how your hazy your eyes still are, Bucky smiles to himself while pressing loving kisses on your forehead.

“You did real good for me, sweetheart.” He listens to you hum beneath him as he moves to kiss your temple. “Y’look so pretty when you cum, you know that? Even prettier than I imagined.”

You twist in your seat to face your neighbour. “You’ve imagined this too?”

“Every night, doll.”

“Huh…”

Though Bucky’s eyes remain fixed on yours, it’s obvious that his mind has slipped away; he’s now clouded by memories of his x-rated dreams, ones that have ended with him pumping his embarrassingly hard length into his fist one too many times, and his cock twitches in his ever-tightening pants. You notice the movement at his crotch and, emboldened by his confession and the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you decide to take back some control.

“What have you pictured doing to me, James?” Your tone is so sweet, so innocent, that it takes a moment for your words to register in his brain. But when it does, boy, does a fresh wave of blood rush to his cock.

“You sure you wanna know? Cuz it ain’t all sweet and innocent.” He warns.

You say nothing and let your actions do all the talking; you slide a hand down to meet his left, the one still nestled between your sticky thighs, and tug it away from your cunt. With your eyes locked on his, you raise Bucky’s cum coated fingers to your mouth, slowly wrapping your lips around them and sucking your sweetness away. Making sure to give the firefighter a show, you swirl your tongue around his fingers before taking them as deep as you can, a knowing look in your eyes when you notice Bucky clenching his jaw.

After releasing his fingers from your swollen red lips, you press a kiss to the palm of his hand. “Tell me.”

What you can only describe as a growl rises from the back of Bucky’s throat and before you know it, you’re being carried to your bedroom, legs bound tightly around his waist while your arms wrap loosely around his neck.

He sits down on the edge of the bed; hands resting on your hips and edging lower to your ass, his fingers grip the supple flesh to keep you in place.

His force on your hips is pushing you down on his ample bulge, sparking a flash of pleasure straight up your spine that escapes you with a moan. Bucky chuckles softly with a sinful grin as you tilt your head back at the feeling.

“You wanna know what I’ve imagined us doing, doll?” The firefighter grabs your chin to bring your attention back to him. He runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging on it and letting it bounce back into place.

“I’ve pictured us just like this.” He drops his hand to your neck, tracing the curve of your collar bone till it meets the strap of your sundress. “You, naked and beautiful as ever, riding my cock like I know you can.”

You gasp lightly when he tugs your strap till it’s tumbling off your shoulder.

“And you’re telling me just how full you are, how stretched your little pussy is around me, choking my cock like a damn vice.”

Bucky’s filthy words send your hips into motion without warning; you grind your bare cunt over his crotch, the tent in his pants settling between your slick folds till his shaft is enveloped with your warmth.

“Does that sound good, doll? To have my cock buried inside you when you bounce on it? Fuck, I bet your cunt is dripping for me again,”

“It never stopped, James.” You whimper, your sensitive clit sending jolts up your frame as Bucky guides your hips over his.

“That’s right, you’re never gonna use anything else to cum ever again. You got me now, doll. I’m all you need. Me, my cock, I’m gonna ruin everyone else for you.”

You don’t even notice that Bucky’s hands are on the zip at your back, slowly pulling it down till the fabric are your chest goes slack, and with the straps already draped over your shoulders, the flowing material cascades around you, tumbling to your hips and leaving you defenseless to Bucky’s insatiable blue eyes.

“Fuck me, sweets, you’re- god- you’re perfect.” He leans in and kisses your collarbone. “So,” kiss, “So,” kiss, “perfect.”

Your eyes flutter shut, lost in the feeling of his touch, and Bucky smirks when he sees you. He teases a hand up your soft skin till it sits just beneath your tit, daring to reach up and play with you in the ways he’s always dreamt of.

“Is this okay?” He asks, earning an even more passionate grind of your hips as you push your chest closer to his open mouth.

He chuckles, “Needy, aren’t ya, sweets?”

You whine.

“Hmm, lucky for you, this is exactly what I imagined doing to you, what I’ve dreamt of for months…”

His lips wrap around your hardened nipple with haste, the warmth of his mouth a welcome sensation. He sucks at the sensitive nub, this tongue reaching out to soothe you afterwards. You throw your head back and moan loudly.

The sound of bucky loudly licking and sucking on your tits is driving you crazy, to the point where your hips are stuttering over his, practically drowning in the feeling till you have no control over your movements.

“God, I love your tits. Wanna act out every dream I’ve ever had of you. Fucking your tits, your throat, your cunt, anywhere you’ll let me, doll, please. I’ve needed you for so long.”

You blush at the word love, surpressing the hope that is stirring at the possibility that your tits aren’t the only thing he loves. Has he really wanted this as long as me? You wonder, picturing everything he just revealed he’s been wanting.

“M’So fuckin’ hard for you sweetheart, I know you can feel me. Dick’s throbbing, doll, it’s s’hard it hurts.”

You pull at his hair so he’s looking up at you again and capture his lips in yours.

“I wanna see you, Bucky…”

He groans and reaches for the hem of his shirt which he waists no time in tearing off. Your chest rises and falls heavier than before, eyes raking his physique just like you had that night he was leaving the shower at his place.

You trail a finger down his abs till it brushes the button of his jeans teasingly.

“All of you, James.” You look pointedly at his crotch. “May I?” You ask and when he nods, you climb off his lap and sink between his legs on the floor, you dress tumbling to the ground immediately.

Bucky’s abs tense as you work to undo the button, your hands tiny in comparison to his body. Next, you work the zipper up and over the bulge of his cock, the teeth desperate to come apart after being so constricted for so long. The two sides of denim snap away from the tent of his boxers, perfectly presenting where the firefighter so badly needs your touch.

He helps you kick off his jeans till the only thing between you is his boxers. You trace a finger up and down his shaft through the cotton, enjoying the sticky patch of pre cum leaking through the top.

“Have you ever imagined me sucking your cock, James?” You ask with half lidded eyes before kissing his covered shaft. “Cause I have.”

Bucky whimpers - whimpers - at your words, his hips snapping up to your face uncontrollably.

You begin to drag down his boxers, trailing kisses down down down, your lips greeting his tip when his cock flicks up against them before your eyes even get chance to glance at him.

Your eyes flutter shut at the salty taste on your lips, revelling in the breathy moans from your neighbour.

“Fuck- pl-please honey, I need your- argh- mouth around me!”

You make eye contact with him from your place on the floor and ask if he’s sure.

“More than anything.”

And with that, you take his thick length into your mouth, lips sealing around his angry pink cock head briefly when your trace your tongue over his slit, before gliding lower down his cock.

You take as much of him as you can, but you need time to warm up having never taken a cock as large as his before.

“You’re so big, baby.” You say as you pull off his shaft with a pop, “Biggest I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

A frustrated groan arises from the firefighter and you feel his hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you to his dick once more.

“Suck my cock, doll, just like we’ve both imagined, nice and deep, please.”

You take the base of his cock in your hands and guide his tip back to your lips.

“Atta girl,” Bucky encourages as you take him deeper and deeper.

He feels you relaxing your throat to take more of him and his balls clench at the feeling.

“Argh fuck, fuck, fuck. Good girl, oh my god, yes!”

His praises and curses cheer you on and you manage as much of him as you can, only an inch or so remaining that’s simply too thick to fit in your mouth. Lord knows how he’ll fit in your pussy, but you’re sure he’ll figure it out.

You bob your head on his length over and over till you’re in desperate need of air. You let your hands work your spit and his precum up and down his hard cock while you catch your breath and watch his beautiful face contort into one of extreme pleasure.

Your chest fills with pride at Bucky’s facial expressions; making him feel good is somehow more rewarding than anything you’ve done in your life and you find yourself content at the thought of spending the rest of your days pleasing him.

Bucky is oblivious to the gratified smile toying your lips and wholly unprepared for your next movement.

“Oh god- oh fuck, doll-” He groans, his breathing staggered and eyes clenched shut when you take his balls in your mouth, the skin sloppily wet from your work on his cock, and now enjoying the warmth of your mouth.

“Oh honey, do that again, felt so go- argh!” He’s interrupted by you tending to his sack once more, your tongue swirling around them and lightly sucking.

You moan around his pretty, swollen balls, the vibrations drawing a sigh of pleasure from your neighbour. The trimmed hair at the base of Bucky’s member is tickling your nose while you fight to taste every part of him.

With a final sharp suck, you release his balls with a small plop, plant a wet kiss on each and flatten you tongue to lick a bold stripe up his length. The tip of your muscle presses into the vein on the underside of his dick and Bucky thrusts upward, his hips bucking as he desperately searches for more.

As you ready yourself to glide his cock down your throat once more, you feel Bucky’s hand on your cheek, pulling you off him.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You ask with a concerned frown, nervous that you’ve done something wrong to have Bucky stopping you. You wrap your hand around his forearm, the one outstretched to hold your hair, while the other remains enclosed around his cock.

“Nothin’ bad, sweets, it’s just that- fuck-“

You absentmindedly stroke your thumb over his girth, a motion you intend to be comforting but in reality, it just makes him throb even harder in your hands.

“-I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep using your pretty mouth like that.”

“And that’s a problem because…?”

He laughs lightly and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Cause as hot as you’d look swallowing my load, I’d much rather cum inside that sweet pussy for our first time.”

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth before pecking a doting kiss to his forearm and letting Bucky pull you to your feet. His eyes follow yours till he’s looking up at you from his seated position, his hands falling to your hips with an awestruck face.

“What the hell did I do to deserve you?” His voice is barely above a whisper. You blush crimson.

“Get on the bed, doll.” He orders. “Lay on your back.”

You do as he says and once you’ve settled, he crawls on top of you. It’s quiet for a moment as Bucky stares lovingly down at you, burning the image into his memory to remind him he has everything he needs.

“I should have found the guts to do this months ago…” You murmur, pushing the fallen tendrils of chestnut hair behind his ear. He looks so goddamn perfect; the golden glow filtering through your window catching every feature you’ve spent so long dreaming about, and now he’s here, really here, and you can’t help but stroke his cheek with revere.

“We have now, doll. That’s enough for me.” Bucky whispers. “Are you comfortable?”

You nod, truthfully, both in terms of your position but also for what’s coming. But then his elbows bend out and he’s lowering himself onto you.

“How about now?”

There’s a gleam in his eye and a playful smirk on his lips as he watches your chest heave, your body taking more of his weight now.

“No!” You giggle.

“No? Is this better?” Bucky teases, briefly laying his whole weight over you until you paw at his shoulders to push him off.

“James! You’re squishing me!”

The melody of your carefree laughter has Bucky melting and he pushes himself up onto his hands once more. His lip is tucked between his teeth, enjoying the view as he becomes increasingly aware of his cock now just one slip away from your pussy lips.

Quickly coming to your own awareness of Bucky’s rock hard length pressing into you, you sober up.

“Darling?” You tug on his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.

Bucky’s brows pinch closer slightly.

“I need you inside me.”

His soft lips are crashing against yours within moments, his hand fighting between the nonexistent space between your bare bodies to grasp his cock and guide his tip to your bundle of nerves.

The sudden taste of how good Bucky can make you feel forces a sharp breath from you. It’s so much yet not enough, all at the same time.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay? Let me take care of you how you deserve.”

After a meek nod with your hands finding refuge in Bucky’s soft locks, he trails his cock head down your pink folds till it catches on the dip of your entrance.

Bucky tempts a whimper from you as he slides inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his larger than average member.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so tight for me.” The firefighter moans, resisting the urge to snap his hips and bottom out completely.

You’ve yet to make a sound, the sting in your pussy not yet dissipating, and when you glance down at where your bodies meet, you realise you’re barely taking half of him.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Bucky’s reassuring voice is ghosting over your ear, “you’re taking me so well, sweets. You need me to go slower?”

You clench your eyes shut briefly, “No, keep going, you’re just so…”

“So what?”

Bucky watches a deep red creep up your neck before returning his gaze to your eyes, that now dance across the room avoiding him.

A gentle grasp on your chin draws you to face the breathtaking man above you and you clench around his dick.

“What happened to the little minx who was practically beggin’ me to fuck her, huh? Don’t get all shy on me now, dollface. I’m so what?”

His words have you spilling yours without second thought. “You’re so fucking thick, James, cock’s splittin’ me in half.”

He groans and snaps his hips fully into yours, making you scream out, “Jamie!!!”

His scalp burns when you pull on his hair harder than before, your moans filling the room like a broken record. Bucky should be focused on the furrow of your brow, your laboured breaths, the way your cunt is choking him, anything about how perfect this feels, but all he can focus on is how with one thrust, you called him ‘Jamie’. And you didn’t just say it, you screamed it.

“Shit, honey, say it again.”

“Ja-Jamie…” You whine and feel Bucky draw his hips back before pounding into you once more.

“Again.” Your neighbour growls.

“Oh my god, fuck- I”

“Again.”

It takes everything you have to open your eyes and look at him. “Fuck me, Jamie.”

“That’s my girl.”

Bucky drives his length into you till his tip is hitting your cervix, the pleasure wrapping around your throat and squeezing the air out of you. You fight to breathe as Bucky drills into you, over and over, softly grunting with every thrust.

“Never felt anything as good as your cunt before, doll. Wanna spend the rest of my life buried inside you.”

You pull his lips to yours and, back arching from the mattress, dive your tongue into his mouth with vigour. He lets you explore his mouth while fucking you deep and fast, the headboard of your bed slamming against the wall and probably driving your neighbour crazy. Oh wait, he is your neighbour, and it is driving him crazy, but in the best way imaginable.

“So goddamn tight, sweets, y’pussy was made for me,” He swallows your whimpers happily, “don’t you think? You feel how good i’m filling you up, honey? Sliding in an’ out so easy, you’re so fucking wet for my dick.”

“Harder, Jamie.”

Goddamn.

“Keep calling me that and I’ll do whatever you want.”

You lose yourself in his thrusts; the sting has long turned into the most pleasure you’ve ever felt, and that’s saying something after the orgasm he lulled from you only a few minutes ago.

“Fuckin’ me s-so good, Jamie.”

“Ah- just like that, baby.”

“I’m getting close, James, need you to go faster.”

Your pleas send Bucky’s cock pulsing and he does exactly as you wish. He fucks you faster, fighting off the desperate urge to cum inside your sweet cunt.

“Jamie…” You sigh.

He grins up at you from his place at your tits, his tongue reaching out to tease your nipples. You push his head down till he takes your sensitive bud in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it while he gropes its twin.

The tight coil in your stomach is twisting to its limit and you find yourself dangerously close to cumming around Bucky’s hard, thick length.

“I’m so- oh fuck- i’m so close, James.”

He lifts his head and eyes you with lust blown pupils.

“Are you gonna cum for me, doll? God, I can feel you clenching around me, you wanna cream all over my cock? Huh?” He smirks at your pornographic moans. “Bet I’ll look so good covered in your cum, sweets, maybe I’ll let you clean me up, put that mouth to good use.”

“I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum,” You chant several times breathlessly.

“Let go for me, sweet girl, make a mess o’my cock. Cum, doll.”

Your body shudders as your hips grind up into Bucky’s, your walls tightening before he feels you gush around him. Practically screaming in pleasure, you bite down on Bucky’s shoulder to quiet yourself, though the pain travels straight to his member, still fucking into you with force.

“Fuck, James, you’re so perfect, never came so hard in my life- shit-“

He’s groaning into your ear, his balls slamming against you and filling the room with salacious wet slaps.

“You’re so wet and- fuck- I can’t- I can’t hold back much longer.”

You tug on the hair at the nape of his neck and lick up the side of his throat, tongue catching the salty beads of sweat in its path. Reaching his earlobe, you suck on it lightly and whisper into his ear.

“Want you to cum inside me, Jamie. Fill me up, please, I need your cum.”

“Argh, fuck!!” Your words send Bucky over the edge and his hips stutter while he finally lets go.

“Oh god, yes!” Bucky grunts. “Take my cum, doll, fuckin’ take it.”

Your tongue seeks his neck once more, pressing open mouthed kisses as his cock shoots streams of white seed into you, the spurts seemingly never ending.

“Fillin’ my cunt so much, Jamie- fuck- you feel so good!”

As his cock softens, his thrusts slow to a more bearable pace, both of you so sensitive from your orgasms. Catching your breath takes a minute or two, but in the meantime, you coax satisfied sighs from your firefighter by running your hands up and down his back; the light sheen of sweat greets your fingertips as you touch him tenderly.

With no words being shared, you focus solely on Bucky’s breathing, the rise and fall of his back beneath your hands and the weight of his body on yours. It should be uncomfortable, but you’ve never felt so at home in a place, let alone with a person, in your life.

“That was…” Bucky murmurs into your neck.

You finish his sentence, “Pretty damn good.” Laughter ripples through the muscles of his back.

“Yeah,” He agrees and pulls back slightly to look at you, “you feeling okay?”

“If by okay you mean ‘completely and utterly fucked out’ then yeah, I’m great.”

You grin cheekily before pushing his hair behind his ear yet again, an act you find yourself praying that you’ll get to do for the rest of your life.

“How are you feeling?” You ask sincerely.

Those blue orbs flick between your own, laced with an emotion you hope to be love. “Like I want to be with you like this forever.” Bucky admits. “That and completely and utterly fucked out.”

You laugh heartily, bringing a beaming smile to Bucky’s swollen red lips.

“Let me clean you up, doll.” He offers before pushing himself off you, much to your dismay. He disappears to your bathroom for a minute before returning with a damp cloth in hand.

“Can you spread your legs for me, sweets?”

He bites a chuckle at how quickly you obey him and gets to work, wiping away your shared cum from your pussy and goosebump-ridden thighs. The towel is warm and soft on your skin, lulling you to sleep, though you fight to keep your eyes on your neighbour.

“You’re so beautiful, James.” You say, reaching to place your hand on his that sits beside you hip, where he’s leaning his weight.

He smiles sheepishly and focuses on the job at hand. Once you’re clean, Bucky carries you to the bathroom so you can do your business, waiting patiently outside after putting his boxers back on and grabbing his henley for you to wear.

When you step out of the bathroom, Bucky’s holding his he let out in front of you. “You looked a bit cold so I thought you might want a shirt?”

You smile, “Your shirt?”

“Yeah…” He rubs the back of his neck, muscles flexing at the movement, “You don’t have to, I just thou-“

He stops talking when you pull the henley from his grasp and tug it over your head. It swallows you whole and the sleeves tumble past your hands, but Bucky thinks it’s perfect. You’re perfect.

Grabbing his hand, you pull him back to your room and back into bed, tugging the sheets over you both where you nestle into his chest.

“You’re staying, right?” You ask with the most puppy-dog eyes you can muster.

“Of course, doll.”

Smiling to yourself, you curl up against the firefighter. “Woulda cooked you a meal months ago if I knew that’s all it took for you to finally fuck me.”

a/n: filth. pure filth. so sorry that it took me a lifetime to post this - life got lifey and it took me ages to get this right. it’s my second time writing any sort of smut so i hope it was good for y’all. thanks for all the support, it means the world to me. love you guys, red ❤️

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A Different Option

FIRST LES FIC 🤩🥳🎉(yes i'm bi)

Mikasa Ackerman x Black Fem Reader Fluff

Cowgirl!Mikasa, Farmgirl!Reader, Meet Ugly

CW: country accent (sry in advance), flirting

Word Count: 1462 (give or take)

"Whoa girl!"

Despite the woman's words, the horse gallops a little closer, stopping just in time in front of making you scream and jump back, dropping your bucket of milk. Your shriek makes the steed whinny loudly and stand on its hind legs, tossing the woman off its back with a loud thud and grunt before running off and attempting to hide behind a tree no less than 30 feet away. You try to calm your racing heart as you walk over the woman as she gets up.

“What... the hell is your problem...!?”

The woman looks up at you, groaning as she grabs her cowboy hat and slowly gets to her feet. Her dark hair falls into her face, and she pushes it away before putting on the hat with a frustrated sigh.

"My problem? You the one who jumped in front of my damn horse!"

“Wha- jumped?! I ain't jump nowhere! You damn near ran me over!”

She rolls her eyes and dusts off her pants. "Ran you over? It's not my fault you weren't payin’ attention to where you were going. You lucky I didn't just trample you under my horse's hooves!"

“And you lucky I don't have you thrown in jail for trespassin'!”

"Trespassing?” She crosses her arms, “Don’t be ridiculous, I was riding through the field, not your property."

“This ‘field’ is my pa's property! You ain't see that big house up there?”

"Oh, please. I wasn't that close to the house. And there wasn't any sign saying the field was private property."

“It's on the fence spokes out front, cowgirl. You woulda seen it if you wasn't just ridin’ through grass and stayed on the damn trail.”

She sneers, pointing a finger. "Don't you sass me, girl. I can ride through wherever I please. Just because you work here doesn't give you the right to order me around."

Using your finger, you push her finger away. “Uh, that's exactly what I can do. Cuz unless ya wanna deal wit my pa and his shotgun, you gon deal wit me.” You flick the front of her cowboy hat, “And I promise you, miss lady, this is me bein' cordial.”

The dark-haired woman's eyes narrow despite the smirk on her face, clearly unaffected by your threat.

"Oh, I like you."

You pauses. “Wha- what, now?”

She chuckles and steps closer to you, her smirk turning into a smug grin. "Ya got some fire in you with a pretty face to go... and that's somethin' I appreciate..."

“Flattery ain't gettin' you nowhere, stranger.”

She laughs, stepping around you to lean against a tree trunk. "Is that right, sweetheart? Well, I guess I'll just have to find another way to win you over."

“Not before an apology. And a way to make it up to me after spillin' all this milk.”

The woman glances at the white puddles soaking into the dirt. “No use cryin’ over it, right?”

“I’m serious.”

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry for almost running you over. And I'll make it up to you, I promise. Name your price."

“Well since ion wanna get into trouble, you're gonna ride into town for me and pick up some milk for me to fill these buckets.”

She smiles and gives you a sarcastic salute. "Yes, ma'am. I'll gallop straight to the store and get you some fresh milk. Anything else I can do for you on my way? Shovel some manure and feed the pigs?"

“No, already did that before you rode all over my property and nearly killed me.”

She sighs and nods, feigning a sincere look. "Right, im sure. My apologies again for ruinin’ your hard work. I'll be sure to ride nicely as I go on my milk-fetchin’ quest."

“You got a name, miss?”

"Why you wanna know? You gonna be thinkin’ ‘bout me while I'm gone?"

“Maybe. Also to make sure you won't just take off, I need the name of the thief to tell my pa.”

The woman laughs, walking closer to you while tipping her hat a little.

"You’re good. My name's Mikasa Ackerman. And I promise, I'll come back with that milk. I'm a woman of my word."

You smirk. “Now that's somethin' I can appreciate~”

Mikasa smiles back, stepping closer until she's mere inches away with her pretty eyes locked onto yours.

"And what's your name, darlin’? If I'm gonna be fetchin’ milk for you, it'd be nice to know who I'm doing it for."

“Name's (Y/n) (L/n).”

Mikasa looks you up and down, her gaze lingering on your body for a moment before returning to your eyes.

"Now that's a pretty name... suits you too. I'll be back with your milk, (Y/n) (L/n). And I look forward to seeing you again.”

“Likewise.”

You tug the brim of her hat down over her eyes playfully to get her to stop eyeing you. Mikasa laughs, grabbing the brim of her hat and tipping it back up to see your face again only to see you were now turned around and picking up the empty milk bucket before walking back towards the cows, hips swaying with every step. Her eyes admire every curve and dip of your figure momentarily before chuckling to herself. She uses two fingers to whistle loudly in the direction of her horse, making the less frightened animal appear within seconds, trotting towards her. With that, she hops onto her saddle and rides off towards town.

Mikasa's been gone about 20 minutes and while she was out, you sat near the cows with the buckets, pretending to be milking them just in case your pa came to check on you. The entire time you were coming up with different excuses as to why you took so long when you heard fast galloping closing in on you. You look to the trail to see Mikasa riding back this way with one hand on the reins and the other holding a basket filled with glass milk bottles. You smile and can't help but feel a wave of relief that she didn't just take off and leave you high and dry. She reins in her horse a few feet away, dismounting and walking to you with the basket.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, sweetheart. Got your milk right here."

“Oh, I'm sweetheart now?” You take the basket, “Thank ya, kindly.”

Mikasa grins and leans against a fence, watching you carry the basket of milk over to the other one.

"What? I can't give pretty girls pretty nicknames? That don't seem right to me, darlin'..."

You sit down with the milk, pouring the bottles into the bucket. “You don't even know if I got a husband.”

"Lucky bastard if you do, but judging by your ringless fingers, I'm gonna guess you don't. Am I right?"

“No, but my pa is strongly suggesting I find one. 'Preferably before he passes on' as he says.”

Mikasa scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Sounds like he's a bit eager. No offense, sugar, but I don't see the rush."

“Neither do I. I enjoy feeding the animals and riding my horse.”

"I'm guessing you love your horse more than you'd ever love some man, huh?"

“Of course, and after the ones I've met? ‘Specially the ones he thought would be good for me?” You shudder with a chuckle, “It'll be while before I find a man good enough.”

Mikasa laughs, pushing herself off the fence and approaching you slowly.

"So you're saying you've yet to find a man you deem worthy of your time and attention? How about a woman...?"

You look up at her, biting your lip in thought. “Hm... S'pose I haven't thought of that...”

"Care to test the waters a bit, then? See if there's any... potential suitors who might meet your standards?"

“Hm... Anyone you could send my way...?”

She grins, her eyes flickering up and down your body as you stand up before meeting your gaze again.

"Well, I might know someone. She's got a few flaws, but she's got a good heart. And she's very, very pretty to boot."

“Really now?”

“Yes ma’am. The prettiest grey eyes you’ll ever see~”

“Hmm, does she have manners?”

"That depends on who you ask. She can be a bit rough around the edges, she doesn't always think before she speaks... But she's always genuine. And she'd treat you like a princess."

“Ooh, I never been treated like a princess.”

"Well, that's just criminal, sugar. Every lady should be treated like royalty. You included~"

“I guess, in turn, I'd have to treat her like one.

"And what if I, I mean, she don't want royalty treatment? Maybe she enjoys being all rough and whatnot..."

“Then you'll get that instead, cowgirl.”

"What, me? No, no, this is for her of course."

You tug the brim of her hat down over her pretty grey eyes playfully.

[v-ternus]

Movie

I like to think of the ways Dew and Aether kept up with each other while Dew was away with everyone else on tour.

This one's for @iamthecomet, those SwissDewther thoughts never left, they just turned into this. Im so sorry... I dont know where the angst came from.

Under the cut cuz it got long again.

Also, I swear Dew and Aether love Swiss to hell and back, he's just a proxy for this night (he'll get his turn some other time)

Sister was going to kill him. It was bad enough that he was replaced, fired with no real rhyme or reason, but the desk work he was being saddled with? It was maddening, and some days it feels like he'd rather be sent back to the pit.

Today was one of those days.

Sister had berated him for something, misfiling a form or messing up her damn coffee, since he apparently doubled as her secretary too. Whatever it was, it was dumb. Plain stupid. But apparently bad enough to have her turn beet red as she screamed her head off. Worst of all, he had a whole days worth of work to get through still. By the time he got back to his room, he was fed up and ready for the day to be over.

He got in the shower, intent on washing the day off of him with the hottest water the tap could spit out. He turns the handle as far as it'll go and hisses as he steps in.

Aether used to hate the burn, it made him feel like he was being boiled alive, but he figured out two weeks into the tour that if he held himself under the steady stream just right, it felt like Dew's touch. Regardless of their promises to not let the distance change anything, regardless of their late night calls and constant texts, it wasn't enough-- he was still going to fall asleep in their bed alone and Dew's scent was still going to fade from the sheets. If he had to burn himself to feel his mate, then so be it.

He stays until the water runs cold and gets himself into bed soon after. He shuts his eyes tight, getting ready to do the same things he''s done for the past two weeks-- remember the last night he had Dew next to him. He swears that if he thinks hard enough, he'll feel Dew's back pressed against his chest again.

He's just about to fall asleep when his phone vibrates on the bedside table, a text from Swiss. It's short and it makes his chest ache all over again.

We miss you

It's followed by a bright red heart. Before he can respond, those three dots pop up, so he waits for whatever else Swiss is typing out for him. Only this time, it's not a text, it's a video. He thinks that it's just a few clips of whatever city they're in for the night, shots of the venue and all the touristy stuff they did before they had to get ready. He's content to just watch it later, tomorrow when the weight of the day has lifted off of him, but something in him tells him to open it.

He's really glad he listened. The video starts and has him throbbing almost instantly.

"Say hi Dewy," Swiss' voice is gruff, heavy from strain. He's standing in front of the camera, holding Dew up with a tight grip under his knees, spreading his legs so Aether has a perfect view of how Swiss fits in his cunt so nicely.

"I said say hi." His hips snap up hard, burying himself further into Dew who yelps and picks his head up from where he had it resting on Swiss' shoulder.

"H-- hi Aeth" He whimpers as Swiss moves like everything is normal, like he doesn't have his phone set up in front of him and Dew, filming each measured thrust of his hips. With the phone so close, Aether gets to hear each wet and slick slide of Dew's cunt in perfect detail.

Aether lets a hand slip into his boxers, rubbing his palm over his cock, pressing it down against the curve of his belly. He feels himself throb with each and every filthy noise that falls from Dew's lips. His finger mindlessly presses on the volume button, cranking it up till Dew's voice fills the room just like it used to.

"Fuck Dew," He cant help but moan his mates name when he finally wraps his hand around his shaft. He holds himself tight, trying to convince himself he's wrapped up in Dew.

"Tell him how it feels love" Besides his grunts, Swiss has been silent so far. Selfishly, Aether is glad. He wants to hear Dew's pretty gasps, and if Swiss has to be the one to draw them out for now, then so be it.

"He's in deep Aeth," Aether matches his strokes with Swiss' thrusts, bottoming out when he does, squeezing the ruddy head when Swiss pulls out far enough to just leave the tip in. He lets his eyes drift from the slick dripping down Swiss dick to look at Dew's chubby little cock. With his legs spread, Aether sees it perfectly, poking out from his lips, pink and puffy. Probably from Swiss' devilish mouth.

"Wish..." Dew cant get a breath in, not with the relentless pace Swiss has set. "Wish it was you Aeth, wanna feel your cock in me, stretch my pussy around you."

Aether can only groan, hips bucking up, fucking into his tight grip. His slowly growing knot bumps against his fist with every thrust.

"Touch your cock Dew, let him see how much you missed him" A quick hand dips between his legs, gliding over his cunt to lube it up in his mess before spreading it over the fat nub. He whines, high and feminine, and if there were any witnesses, they'd say Aether sounds the same. He's a moaning mess, writhing with his shirt tucked over his tits, letting his nipples harden with the chilly air of the room.

"You'd fill me so fucking good Aeth, press in so deep that I see you through my tummy" All those late nights come back to the front of Aether's mind, the nights with Dew bent in half, leaving him no option but to take each heavy thrust, or other nights with Dew on top, arching his back so they can both see how far Aether is buried in him.

"Get me stuck on that fat knot of yours” Aether answers back, a slurred string of yeah's, nodding his head like Dew can see him. He doesn't know how loud he is and he doesn't care.

"I'd fuck my cum in, fill you with kits," He polishes the ruddy head of his cock, bringing himself dangerously close to the edge.

"He's so tight around me Aether, feels so fucking good" Swiss' knot is obvious now, almost full, and pressing against Dew's hole, threatening to pop in with each thrust.

Dew wants it, so bad, to be broken open on something so wide, made to feel like it's almost too big. He wants Aether to split him open, but it's Swiss he’s got. It’s Swiss buried deep in him. He tries not to think of that. 

"--m close Aeth, let me cum. Please let me cum," Aether loves the way he begs, always so good for him, even half a world away.

"Yeah baby, come on, make a mess for me," He watches Dew go rigid, breath stilling as his pleasure crests over. Swiss keeps his pace, letting the air fill with the sound of skin against skin until that familiar rush of liquid rings through his phone. Aether watches Swiss work him through it, watches him squirt around his dick. He watches Dew's euphoria quickly turn into overstimulation, it’s good, it’s what he’d do too. Dew’s dick twitches in time with his heartbeat. 

Between that and Dew begging Swiss to slow down, its all Aether needs before he's painting himself with pearly white stripes of cum. He works himself through it, stroking slowly before dropping the phone so he can get both hands around his knot. He milks himself until his cock has nothing left to give but a weak dribble.

He sings his praises, tells Dew he's been a good boy, that he takes him so well every time, that he loves him-- he lets the empty air be his Dewdrop for the night.

He lays there with his eyes shut and his hands around his deflating knot, holding on to the last moments of the high, until his phone buzzes again. Another text from Swiss, this time a photo.

It's Dew, curled up under the covers, tucked in tight with a hint of a smile on his face. It's followed by a text again.

We love you. 

He loves you.

[dgaftilwedie]

SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF WAS FUCKING NUTS AND I WANNA BE ANNOYING N TALK ABT IT BC I LOVE SCOTT PILGRIM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT OBVS XD

OKAY SO??? THE FACT THAT THEY LITERALLY SET UP THE FIRST EPISODE LIKE IT WAS GONNA BE JUST LIKE THE COMICS N THEN SCOTT "DIED"????? literally had me questioning fucking EVERYTHING i was watching that episode with the most quizzical look on my face?? also the fucking funeral scene was hysterical bc the way rammy n knives were abt to have a verbal face-off n envy's bitchass shows up n steals the whole show?? i have such a love-hate relationship with her.............

also lucas lee is fucking adorable and i love him :33 rammy becoming friends with roxie n making up with her after everything was something i really needed to see. cuz like for as much as i loved the movie n the comics, i feel like they could've done their relationship so much better. like seeing ramona take responsibility for hurting roxie made me so happy and im so glad they got a redemption arc.

ROXIE IS LITERALLY ME BTW??? her whole interaction with ramona n kim at the end kf the episodr was so silly N THE LEG LOCK HELLO????? also the way she walked off singing the HAMSTER DANXE SONG I LOCE HER

the toddlace thing was also so unexpected but holy shit?? i loved it. bi todd has been my fav headcanon for YEARSSSS and seeing jt happen right in front of my eyes?? WATCHING THAT EPISODE WAS SUCH A TRIP THO I CAN'T STOP QUOTING WALLACE'S "LINES? TRAILER?" BITS BC THEY'RE SO FUNNY

uhmmmmm what elseeeee OH YEAH young neil is a fucking goof n i love him, i really like that gideon (gordon ig 🙄) became like this not evil guy who just lived with julie n kicked it with lucas. the old scott stuff kinds fricked with me but i think it's cool that he became chill with the twins

LMFAOAO THAT SCENE AT THE END WHERE SCOTT'S TRTING TK FIGJRE OIT WHY HE CAN'T KISS RAMONA N HE TRIES TO FIGHT THE TWINS AND THEY'RE LIKE "our robot says we become bros in the future, so we have no intention of fighting you. see ya bro ;)" WAS SO SILLY

obligatory matt mention i love him he's so dumb i love that he took over gideon's entire empire only to turn around and change his mind :3 glad he got his broadway moment....... silly pirate headass

knives n stephen becoming the best brother/sister duo ever was so dope bc like. knives had someone to look up to n make music with n they had a lot of chemistry both personality wise n musically wise

my only critique is that i wanted more lisa ;^; i know she probably would've been out of place but it would've been cool if kim mentioned her to ramona and ramona interviewed her just like she did with her exes yknow :P she was one of my fav characters in the comics n she wasn't in the movie AT ALL so i was hoping she would've appeared in the anime, but alas 😞😞 i also kinda wanted to see where kim's love life went...... i know she's not the focus but she had undeniable chemistry with knives and that moment with roxie... i love that she's totally very queer and open to the idea of experimenting with girls n i wish that would've been expanded upon like how todd n wallace had their moment :33

other than that, i LOVED the anime. i love how we got baited into thinking it was just like the comics and i love what was done with it :3 it was such a goofy show and a lot of it was so jaw-droppingly surprising that i couldn't believe it, but it also had some really sweet, serious, n heart-warming moments which is something i really appreciate in a show :33 it's hard to keep watching something for so long but i binged the show in one day xD i'd give it a solid 9/10 (deducting points just for the sake of what i think was missing and how i don't recommend it for like "beginner" fans)

oki rant concluded!!!!!!! ^___^ there's so much more i wanna say but this is already sooooooo long as it is xD

[nattyscuddlycabin]

Sparks Fly

Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

Warnings: red room ways of raising girls, bad coping mechanisms, mission gone wrong, deaths of people (not major characters), language, mentions of blood, gauze, and wrap

Genre: Angst + Fluff ending

Summary: Natasha’s mission failed, leading to civilian deaths, and she ends up coping in a way she was thought by the Red Room.

A/N: Reader is Bulgarian in this because I am lazy and I don’t feel like dealing with google translate right now, so I just used my home language cuz it’s also slavic, ok? Ok!

Translations:

Bulgarian:

любов моя - my love

мое златно сърце- my golden heart

Russian:

Детка-baby

(ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

The mission was for the team to rescue the Hydra “experiments” then blow up the base. However, the outcome of the mission ended up being a blown up base with just two or three experimented on kids being saved. It was all a miscommunication, but Natasha blamed herself for it. She thought that she should have been able to help fix the chaos and save the rest of the kids, but there they were, back at the tower, filling it with thick melancholy in the air.

Y/N tried to soothe Natasha and help her not think of it all as her fault. She wasn’t at the mission, but she knew that Nat wasn’t fully at fault and that Nat did everything in her power to get the mission to go right. Natasha Romanova may seem cold but she always does her best to save everybody.

Finally, Nat just told Y/N that she wants some alone time to process things. Y/N wasn’t sure that it was best for Nat to be alone at such a time, but she let her have her personal time.

Hours later, Y/N was concerned that she had still not heard anything from Nat, so she went into her room, only to find no one there.

“Jarvis, where’s Tasha?” You ask worriedly.

“Miss Romanova has left the tower. She appears to be in a ballet studio Downtown.”

“Oh shit… how long ago did she leave?”

“Miss Romanova left the tower at 1 pm today.”

“Jarvis, send me the location of the ballet studio.”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. It has been sent.”

You look down at your phone, putting on navigation to the studio, and run off to the elevator.

After a few minutes, you park in front of a studio with blurred windows, but you only see one person inside.

Running off to the door, you walk in slowly, knowing you probably startled the redhead inside. She looks at you for a second before hiding her face away from you and continuing her “practice.”

“Hey baby, I need you to pause, okay?”

She just quietly continues dancing to the music of the silence in the room.

“Nat. I’m serious.”

She ignores you again.

“Natalia, stop,” you say in a low, stern voice.

She stops, slowly lowering her arms and leg from the position she’d been in, still refusing to face you. She lowers to the ground, rolling up in a ball and hiding her face in her legs.

You walk over to her, sitting down next to her. You hug her.

You speak, softer than before“Baby, you have been dancing for…” You check your phone, seeing the time being 5:04, “four hours now. You are hurting yourself. You don’t deserve to be punished, sweetheart. You aren’t there anymore. I’m here, okay?”

A quiet sob escapes her lips as she whispers, “I killed them…”

“No, you didn’t. You have never killed anybody on purpose, любов моя.”

She just keeps crying quietly for a bit.

You softly caress her foot and ask, “can I take them off?”

“Mhm” she mumbles out, sniffling quietly.

You slowly untie the ballet shoes, sliding them off her feet. Noticing how bloody her feet have gotten under her ballet shoes, you sigh in concern and open your little bag you carry around, finding the gauze and wrap, putting on the gauze on the worst places, and wrapping it up to secure it in place before softly massaging each foot, enough to make her feel a bit more relaxed, but not too much, careful not to hurt her.

“Baby, can you look at me, please?” You ask in a whisper.

She looks up, her reddened face wet from tears. You move your hand calmly up to her cheek, brushing away the last tear prickling down her beautiful face, and giving her a loving smile.

“I will always love you,” you whisper.

She looks at your eyes and smiles slightly, whispering back, “I love you too.”

You get up, reaching for her hand as you pull her up, hugging her. As you are hugging, you slowly start moving side to side, as she rests her head on your chest.

“Drop everything now…” you begin singing slowly, slower than the tempo of the actual song.

“Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile,” you twirl her and continue dancing while looking at each other, “get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go down, give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around,” you boop her nose and she giggles, “cause I see sparks fly whenever you… smile,” you smile as you see her already smiling at you.

“Okay let’s go home now, okay? We don’t need your feet hurting even more. I love you, мое златно сърце.”

“I love you too, детка.”

(¯ ³¯)♡

[pupyuj]

THOUGHTS!!! WE NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ABT YUJIN FROM THE TEASER— its making me FEEL things its crazy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 oh god 🧎

kinda late to this ask considering it's been days BUT I AM CONVINCED THAT I WILL NEVER GET OVER EITHER WAY YUJ...

maybe i just miss summer but that pool behind yuj in her teaser photo just made me think.. being a bit of a crazy pair of bffs together n getting yourselves into trouble just for the fun of it :(((( like sneaking into the public at night, somehow avoiding detection from the security guards around the outside of the pool,, giggling as the two of you entered the completely empty pool,,, and then yujin says she wants to go skinny dipping but doesn't even wait for you to agree with her bcs she suddenly just starts pulling off her clothes 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

"are you just gonna stand there?" she asks as ruffled her hair a little, grinning at you bcs you were totally checking her out.. but how could you not⁉️⁉️

"i-i... uh—"

"here." yujin grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging on it lightly and raising her eyebrow at you,, msmdhsjcjskx you let her strip you down until you were as naked as she was,,

"damn, (y/n)." yujin teased, poking your stomach,, you rolled your eyes, covering up your chest with your arms bcs 1) it was cold, 2) your best friend was staring at you like she wanted to eat you, 3) you wanted to crawl in hole—you have never been naked in front of your best friend before!! ☹️☹️

"we're gonna get sick, y'know..."

"yeah. awesome."

and then she fucking pushes you into the pool 😭😭 your yelp getting cut off by a loud splash, and there's yujin cracking the fuck up as you came back up the surface gasping for air... see, you would be mad if it were anyone else considering swimming was one of your weak points.. but seeing your best friend smile like that was nearly worth drowning! as bad as that sounds 😭

ofc you weren't going to let her get away with what she did so while she was hunched over laughing at you, you grabbed her arm and pulled her into the water with you 😭 yujin is silly so she pretends that she's struggling to come back up, making you panic and try to grab her but then she takes a hold of your waist and pulls you down underwater sjdbdjfjs,,, there was a lot of pushing and not-so-subtle groping and it wasn't until you ended up putting your hands on her shoulders that she pulled you close and brought the two of you back up on the surface,,

you brushed her wet hair away from her face, cupping her cheeks with your hands.. your heart melting as she smiled widely at you... omgomg yujin leaning in to kiss you before you could say anything :((( the kiss being desperate and sloppy but at the same time being so passionate that you felt your chest burning with desire,,, attempting to pull away bcs it didn't feel right kissing your best friend but yujin keeps you in place, whispering "it's okay" against your lips before kissing you again :((( AAAKCKCC SHE WOULD BE A GOOD KISSER I JUST KNOW IT... (actually i do know cuz she's my girlfriend—) wrapping your arms around her neck and fully melting into her lips?? feeling only warmth despite being in the water??

only the smacking of both of your lips and your moans being heard in the area... until yujin had your back pressed up against the nearest side of the pool, your moans now getting louder bcs she had started kissing down your neck and pressing her thigh against your bare cunt underwater 😵‍💫 holding yourself still on her thigh while yujin has her way with you—marking you up, slowly guiding your hips and making you grind against her... oh she was too good at this 🫠🫠🫠

"you wan' me to fuck you right here, (y/n)?" she was asking after leaving a pretty big hickey right underneath your jawline... you took her by surprise when you shook your head, immediately making her snap out of a state and removing her thigh from between your legs... "crap. i should've known. s-sorr—" shddjfjksf kissing her again to shut her up bcs she didn't let you talk first 😭😭

pulling away from her without a word and climbing out of the pool all of a sudden?? leaving her in the water confused and shit but then you sat down on the edge of the pool facing her... and you opened up your legs, giving yujin a full view of your pretty pussy,, 😵‍💫 "come here. this is what i want you to do." you were saying,,, oh god it drove yujin insane 🫠🤭 she has always dreamed of times like this!

yujinnie coming closer and wasting no time putting her lips on your folds... and you're blushing so hard hearing her moan in pleasure bcs of how you tasted on her tongue,, "always knew you'd be delicious..." yujin says, putting her hands in between your thighs and keeping them open before completely diving right in,,, you didn't bother to cover up the sounds that left your mouth,, every lick, every suck, and every gentle nibbling on your clit had your mind reeling,,, having to hold onto yujin's head for support and accidentally pulling her hair too hard,,,

"sorry, i j-just—fuck, yujin... s-so good..."

yujinnie smiling up at you, "it's okay. i like it." she said before inserting her tongue inside your cunt, all while keeping eye contact,, her eyes shining when she sees you throw your head back in pleasure,, pushing her head in further,, she works her tongue inside you until you were falling apart in front of her,,, spurting your juices all over her face, which of course yujin diligently lapped up, finding your taste your sweet...

"i told you breaking in here would be worth it." yujin says after a while,, the two of you now laying down on the cold and wet tiled floor 😭😭

"if you wanted to fuck me, you could've just asked. we didn't have to commit b and e—"

"oh, shush, (y/n). i'm adventurous."

and that's why she's your bff ☹️🥰💞

[c-jay-s-text-posts-only]

A Special Mission

Written with permission from @juanarc-thethird

With further inspiration from @riku-izanami

Late one evening, team RWBY were hiding in the bushes. They were waiting for Jaune, Nora, Ren, and Oscar to return from the Schnee Family’s estate; their goal - to cut a long introduction short - was to extort money from Weiss’ Father. He’d cut her allowance off again; as usual, without good reason, and was content not to restore it.

He’d cut Winter off as well - which everyone involved thought was strange, so the two sisters consulted together, and hatched a plan.

Time passed, and Weiss was getting more and more worried.

As far as she was concerned, they were taking too long.

“Do you really think they’re okay?” She asked for the umpteenth time,

“I’m sure they’re fine.” Ruby patted her shoulder, “I’ve been travelling with them for-like-ever now, they know what they’re doing.”

“I hope you’re right . . .” Weiss conceded, but she still felt uncomfortable,

“I’m more concerned about how this was all your idea.” Remarked Blake, “I know you don’t like your father, but I never thought you’d go so far as to blackmail him to fund our adventures.”

“Yeah, I’m with Blake on this one.” Put-in Yang, “We know how screwed up your family is, but this is pretty sick!”

“Yes . . . we’re a messy house.” Weiss agreed with a sigh, “But if he’s going to say that I’m not a member of the Schnee Family anymore, then he’ll get what’s coming to him.”

Just then, they all heard the sound of an approaching vehicle, and they poked their heads out to see.

A large, double-wide military van cruised along the road towards them; Ruby whipped Crescent Rose and peered through the scope. She could see Ren and Oscar in the front, while Nora, who popped her head out of the moonroof, turned around to wave at them.

Ren brought the van to a stop when he saw Ruby go out into the middle of the road.

“We’re back!” Shouted Nora, “Did we miss anything?!”

“Nope!” Yang popped the ‘p’, “Thing’s’re movin’ a mile-a-minute around here.”

“Sweet, ‘cuz have we got a lot to tell you all!” Nora vaulted herself from the roof of the van, and executed a perfect mid-air tumble.

She landed easily in front of them. Ren and Oscar just opened their doors and stepped out.

Ruby was excited.

“So how’d it go?” She asked, “Did you get the money?”

Nora’s winning smile faltered.

“Y- . . . yeah . . . about that . . .” She began, “We- uh . . . we didn’t . . . we didn’t get anything . . .”

“What?!” Weiss couldn’t believe it, “What was the point of this mission then? What happened?!”

“Look, it’s not our fault!” Nora insisted defensively, “He’s a horrible person! Now I get why you wanted to blackmail him so bad!”

“Well that makes three of us now.” Muttered Blake,

“Okay, tell us what happened from the start-” Yang tried,

“No, seriously, I can’t believe he’d be so ruthless!” But Nora wasn’t finished, “Like, everything he did to his own employees and family?! It’s terrifying! People like your father are the ones you have to stay away from!

“Nora!” Yang interrupted, “Just tell us what happened already!”

“Okay-okay-okay!” And Nora took a breath to calm down, “We just went there, and then we gave him the run-down, y’know, like: ‘pay us this much, and we’ll keep our mouths shut’, blah-blah-blah.”

“Uh-huh . . .” Nodded Ruby,

“Sounds about right.” Yang nodded as well,

“But then he kinda, sorta got angry . . .” Continued Nora, “so then I got cheesed . . .”

“. . . Okay . . .?” Weiss was growing concerned.

Nora raised her eyebrows and glanced away.

“And then . . . things kinda just . . . went from there . . .”

Team RWBY exchanged worried looks.

“You-” Weiss tried, “You didn’t threaten to break his legs, did you?”

Nora gasped dramatically.

“I am oh-ffended!” She exclaimed, putting a hand on her chest, “Of course, you know I totally did . . .”

“Alright, then did you actually break his legs?” Asked Blake,

“Of course I didn’t!” Nora looked even more offended, “What kind of violent woman do you take me for?!”

No one had an answer; secretly, Weiss was relieved to know Nora hadn’t gone that far.

“Well, thank the Gods for that.” She murmured,

“But we did kidnap his wife~!” Nora’s eyes lit up,

“You what?!” Weiss exclaimed,

“You did what?!” Yang's eyes popped open.

Nora giggled excitedly and meandered over to the back of the van. With a click, the doors opened, revealing a fine rump firmly straddling a well-known waist - the boots and pants stuck out from underneath her. A wet, sucking noise cut through the air from behind the seats.

Weiss was horrified.

“Mother!?” She shrieked,

“Oh shit!” Yang’s jaw hit the ground,

“Woah . . .” Blake was surprised,

“Yo . . . I didn’t know he could work it like that . . .” Ruby whispered.

Willow sat up and turned around when she realised someone had called her; now everyone could see how she looked.

Her hair was let down and dishevelled, flowing freely past her shoulders. She had taken off her blue jacket, and her blouse was open, but not enough to expose anything indecent, just the impossibly deep valley of her chest - which Weiss would only very quietly admit to being jealous of.

“Oh!” Willow brushed a few strands of hair away, “Hello Daughter. I didn’t realise we’d gotten here so soon, no one told me . . .”

“Too soon . . .” A familiar voice from near Willow cracked and sighed dreamily.

“Yeah sorry, Ma’am." Nora apologised, thoroughly unabashed, “Didn’t wanna interrupt the uh- y’know . . .”

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, but Willow just gave her a warm smile.

“Please, sweetheart.” She said, “Call me by my name. It’s really the least I can let you do, considering everything you’ve all done for me.”

“Please, don’t stop on our account.” Blake thought this was very funny.

Weiss found her voice again and addressed her issue calmly.

“Mother, why are you kissing . . . him?” It was very difficult for Weiss to ask without wanting to throw up in her own mouth.

Willow gave Weiss a perplexed look.

“I had to pass the time somehow, didn’t I?” She told her, as if it was the most obvious thing, “Besides, he’s actually quite charming. I’d have been a fool to stay back at the Manor and let this gorgeous, young man walk away.”

The familiar voice gasped like he’d just seen something amazing, and he sat up a little, just enough for the others to see the expression on his face. Jaune's lips seemed brighter in the low light, and his cheeks and chin were smeared with pink lipstick; a lonely mark stood proudly out on his forehead.

“You really think I'm gorgeous?” His smile looked hopeful.

Willow turned back to him, returning an all too tender smile, and gently stroked the underside of his cheek; her eyes twinkled in a sweet and unbridled way.

“Of course, Love.” Willow nodded.

Jaune flopped back down and giggled in such a giddy fashion, even kicking his feet like a little girl. Willow tittered along with him; it was so cute to her. Yang thought it was almost adorable.

‘Man, if only I didn't already know why he's so happy.’ She mused, ‘. . . It's really sad now that I think about it.’

“Oh come on, Mother!” Interrupted Weiss, “Jaune of all people?!”

Willow looked a little surprised and switched her gaze between Jaune and her daughter.

“Jaune?” She asked, “This the annoying boy you wrote to us about?”

“Yes, that's him!” Weiss nodded fervently.

Jaune looked embarrassed; he hated remembering how foolish he’d been back in those days. But Willow just cupped Jaune’s face, eyeing him analytically.

“Hmmm . . . well, he’s more handsome than you'd let on.” She appraised, “And he’s hardly scraggly. He's quite well-built and kept. He’s also been nothing short of the perfect gentleman since he and his friends helped me escape.”

“What?” Weiss felt her world begin to crumble,

“Oh- and his hands have only ever been right where they needed to be.” Willow smirked coyly, "He's also very huggable and warm, it's just what I needed after all this time."

“Um-” Ruby raised a finger,

“Around my shoulders or on my back.” Willow clarified, “He asked permission before touching anything else.”

“Oh-” Ruby lowered her finger, “Wooowwwww . . .”

“Excuse me!” Weiss tried to argue, “Are we forgetting who this is?! He was scraggly when we met!”

“Well, he’s clearly not anymore.” Willow furrowed her brow, then broke into a teasing smile, “Weiss you're looking at-”

She stopped for a moment and turned to Nora.

“Um, what is it you young people call it?” She asked, “A beef tart- no, pie, was it?"

“Uh- Beef cake.” Nora corrected her, “Close enough.”

“Ooh yes, that’s it!” Willow snapped her fingers, “He’s a proper Beef cake. Not over-muscled, but not too frail either. And he’s the perfect height too!”

The others couldn't see it, but Jaune’s face had turned as red as Ruby’s cloak. He felt so loved.

“D’oh, stop it!” He crooned, “You’ll make me blush!”

“You dunce, you'd blush for just about anything, wouldn't you?!” Snapped Weiss,

“Weiss,” Her mother warned, “He’s not a dunce, he’s a dear. But if he’s to wear the dunce cap for anyone, it will be for me.”

Willow turned back to Jaune, tickling his chin.

“Now, darling, be a good boy, and bring those wonderful lips back to Mommy.” She licked her own,

“Woof!” Jaune’s voice cracked a little.

Just as their lips were about to touch.

“Mother, stop it!” Weiss was ready to rip her hair out.

Willow, exasperated, rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Oh relax, will you, Dear.” She chided, still stroking Jaune’s face, “It’s not as if you two are together.”

“That’s as may be!” Admitted Weiss blushing, “But he’s still my friend!”

“A friend you regularly spurned if my memory serves correctly.” Willow's reminder was firm, “Who was it complaining about his every advance in her letters? Not me, certainly. I wasn’t there, but if I had been, I’d have urged you to say yes. Or I'd have taken him out myself, perhaps.”

“YOOOOOOOOOO-!!” Yang, Nora, and Ruby shrilled, none of them could believe their ears.

Willow Schnee thought Jaune Arc was attractive?

A billionaire woman liked - for lack of a better word - a bumpkin?

What had happened to the world since team RNJR started their adventures together?

And not only that!

In spite of her constant drinking, Willow had read the letters Weiss wrote home. She had been paying attention to her after all.

Now that really topped it off!

Weiss shrunk back a little.

Deep down, she knew her mother was right. Although she had apologised to Jaune for being so rude in the early days, she had a very sinking feeling that he hadn’t accepted it.

Now she worried Jaune was doing this just to spite her.

Weiss would admit she knew next to nothing about boys outside of what Winter, Klein, and her father had told her, and what she had seen in Whitley.

Most of it had been not promising - Klein notwithstanding of course, because he was always so wonderful - and it led her to believe all boys had a sordid, icky endgame, one which only they would benefit from. So, Weiss had opted to stay away from them.

Despite of the forewarning, she had briefly dropped her guard and pursued Neptune back at Beacon, but that was ancient history now. There were bigger fish to fry, and romance was not among the cards as far as she was concerned.

While Weiss stewed in her thoughts, Oscar and Ren gave their friends a proper run-down of what had happened.

It was just as Nora said.

They went to the Manor and were invited inside. They spoke to Jacques and laid out their proposal, but as it turned out, he was already prepared for the blackmail they had, and he threatened to call the police after having them escorted out.

So, the team had to fall back and rethink their strategy. But as they made their daring getaway, they came across Willow; she had seen and heard everything and was desperate to get away as well.

She even promised to help with blackmailing Jacques further, which everyone thought was hilarious, and immediately invited her along. When they jumped into the van, Nora noticed how Willow was acting, and - in her infinite wisdom - offered Jaune to her, mostly so she could let out her frustrations. She knew Jaune was good for venting.

Ren was too, but he was her man.

So it was arranged.

Jaune and Willow took the seats in the very back of the van, while Ren drove with Oscar in the passenger seat.

Nora stayed between both parties and decided to watch their six, occasionally poking her head out and very suspiciously eyeing Schnee Manor while they drove away, as if the whole mansion, grounds and all, might get up and chase after them.

Jaune stayed huddled with Willow, keeping her company. He'd done this sort of thing before; comforting people came easily to him.

Now because Nora was too busy keeping a lookout from the moonroof, and Ren and Oscar kept their eyes on the road, none of them had seen what was going on between Jaune and Willow; until Nora came back down and heard a noise, a very distinct smooching noise, so she peered over the seat to look.

As soon as she saw it, Nora wanted to whoop and cheer for Jaune; seeing him lock lips with Willow Schnee of all people was equally as amazing as it was funny - his luck really seemed to hold out as far as mothers were concerned, and Weiss’ was definitely no exception.

But what really made Nora happy was the look on Jaune’s face after they shared their first kiss.

They had all been through so much since The Fall; everyone knew Jaune blamed himself for damn-near all of it - both she and Ren knew this was mostly because he felt guilty about Pyrrha.

And when she saw Jaune open his eyes again, Nora saw a spark in them.

One she was sure had been snuffed out some time ago.

Nora was so happy she nearly couldn’t contain herself, but she knew they had to be quiet, so telling the others about it would have to wait, at least until they were far enough away. But by the time they were, they had arrived back to their friends.

Weiss began feeling very light-headed.

“I don’t like to be that person.” Oscar called to Willow and Jaune, “But it's time we left. They’ll have caught on to us by now.”

Willow let out a disappointed whine, and accidentally wiggled her hips on Jaune as she adjusted herself.

“Oh, please, just five more minutes?” She begged, “We’ve finally come to a-”

Willow stopped when she felt something poke up behind her.

Something big. And thick.

“Oh~,” She purred,

“Sorry . . .” Jaune looked most embarrassed.

But Willow didn’t mind at all.

“Make it ten.” She bit her lip, “I doubt any road will be smooth enough for what I want to do next~.”

“Ew.” Weiss’ frown was so broad, Blake thought her mouth might fall off.

“Make it fifteen!” Ruby piped up, “I want in!”

“What?!” Demanded Weiss,

“The fuck!?” Yang’s eyes popped open.

To everyone's shock, Willow looked excited.

“Oh my, yes!” Undaunted, she pushed the back seat down, allowing for more space in the van, “The more, the merrier.”

“YES!” Ruby pumped her fist, then stuck her finger up Yang's nose, "IN! YO! FACE!"

And with a flourish, she used her semblance to close the gap; dashing inside and slamming the door behind her before Yang could do anything. The van rocked and creaked as the three of them started going at it. Weiss and Yang were speechless.

“This might just about the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.” Nora was happy for Jaune,

“I think this is the quietest it’s even been between these two.” Blake pointed to Yang and Weiss,

“WWWHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!” Wailed Yang,

“And there it goes . . .” Blake sighed,

“Why do these things keep happening to me?!” Weiss couldn’t believe it, “I go to Beacon, I don't get to lead! I see a nice boy, but he's a dirty flirt! And then Beacon is destroyed, I'm forced to come back here, help save the world-”

Weiss was so upset, she couldn't stop thinking about everything she'd seen go wrong.

“Be strong, Weiss,” Yang wrapped her weakly into a hug, “We’ll get through this together!”

“Shut up, don’t touch me!” Weiss hugged her back,

“I don’t want to be the one who jinxes it,” Ventured Ren, “But things could’ve been worse . . .”

“Oh, worse, how?!” Demanded Yang,

“Could’ve been?!” Weiss was indignant, “I fail to see-!? ”

“Winter and Raven.” Blake figured.

Weiss gagged, and Yang snarled; both girls tightened their grip on each other.

“Well . . .” Nora rocked back and forth on her toes, “I can’t speak for Raven, but . . .”

“But what?!” Snapped Weiss, “Out with it!”

“I mean-” Nora pretended to think carefully about what to say next, “How do you think we got the van?”

Weiss turned as white as her hair.

“Dear God . . .” Muttered Blake,

“There’s more . . .” Added Oscar,

“Nooo . . .” Groaned Yang, “No mo-ho-ho-ho-ore . . . It was enough to know that this guy fucks! And that my baby sister wants to too!”

A symphony of sweet moans rang out from the van.

“AAOOHH GODS, SHUT THEM UP!” Yang couldn’t take it anymore,

“Yeah, Winter’s arranged to see him soon.” Oscar said quickly, “Either after we escape Atlas, or when we meet her later. We have to keep the van somehow-”

“NNNOOOOO!” With that final sob, Weiss passed out in Yang’s arms.

“YES~!” Willow trilled from inside the van,

“And-now THIS is a katana~!” Hollered Ruby.

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A very awkward thirty minutes later, Weiss woke up, and the teams were on their way to a safe haven, far away from Schnee Manor. The ride was quiet, aside from the tires humming on the road beneath them.

Both Weiss and Yang were upset - Weiss more so than Yang, but that still didn’t mean it was something to sneeze at.

Jaune could feel Weiss’ angry eyes boring holes into him.

“Um-” He tried,

“Not!” Weiss interrupted, “A word out of you.”

The message received, Jaune shrank into himself, and shut his mouth. Strangely, Blake stepped up to defend him.

“You can’t be mad at him, Weiss.” She said, “He didn’t do anything wrong really.”

“Oh, can’t I?” Snorted Weiss, “Nothing wrong, indeed!”

“You heard what Ren and Nora said,” Blake reminded her, “He was only doing what he could to cheer her up.”

“He didn’t even try to stop kissing my mother.” Weiss was not having it, “But he did it for her, because it made her happy, so I can’t be mad at him for that now can I?!”

Jaune wanted to say something.

“I-” He tried again,

“Shut up!” Weiss interrupted again.

Once more, Jaune deflated. This time, Ren defended him.

“I think this has more to do with being repressed than anything else.” He reasoned from the driver’s seat, “Your mother went years without the touch of a loved one or a true lover. Jaune is willing to fill that role for her.”

Yang spotted the chance for a dirty joke, but didn't dare take it.

“And Jaune’s always thinking about what’s best for us.” Oscar put-in from the passenger seat,

“Annd he still has to bang your sister for the van in a while.” Nora added, almost too chipperly,

“Not helping, Nora, but thank you.” Ren called,

“Look, can we not talk about banging each other’s sisters for a sec?” Yang was feeling enormously uncomfortable.

Weiss was still upset.

“Well, he might’ve held better control over himself!” She said huffily, “And that- um, other sword of his . . .”

Jaune shifted awkwardly in his seat, but relaxed a little when Willow’s arms snaked discreetly over his shoulders. Thankfully, no one else seemed to notice.

“Alright, I hate to be on Vee-Bee’s side,” Yang admitted, “But I can’t really judge him either.”

At that moment, Ruby popped her head up from behind the seat next to Jaune; she was most eager to hear this.

Weiss was taken aback.

“Excuse me!” She put a hand on her chest,

“Weissy, have you seen your mother lately?” Yang asked, “Like, actually looked at her from head to toe?”

“What has that got to do with-” Weiss tried to brush it off,

“Weiss, your mom is hot.” Yang said bluntly, “There’s no easy way for me to say this.”

Weiss was appalled and speechless. Because she didn’t say anything, Yang took that as her cue to continue.

“I mean, look at her,” She insisted, “like, really look at her! She’s pretty, she has boobs as big as mine, a slim waist, and butt so fine, Blake almost looks a little small next to it-”

The words were out of Yang’s mouth before she could stop herself. Blake raised her eyebrows in a challenging way.

“Careful . . .” She warned,

“Sorry,” And Yang continued, “But I seriously can’t blame Jaune, looking at this objectively anyway. If I was a man with a working pair of eyes, your mom would give me a hard-on too. Hell, I like girls too, and she's doing me favours just being here with us!”

Willow blushed and smirked proudly behind Jaune’s head, she felt very flattered. Until now, she and Ruby had been quietly recovering out of the others’ sight.

“Um . . . thank you?” Jaune shrugged, unsure of what was going on just then.

Yang gave him a very pointed look.

“You’re still not off the hook with me, dude.” She said, shaking her head.

Once more, Jaune recoiled and sighed.

“Anyways, the point is there’s nothing we can do about this now.” Blake explained, “What’s done is done, and we should be focused on the real issue. How are we going to get money for our adventure?”

“Ideas, anyone?” Oscar asked, turning around to face his friends,

“Become professional jewel thieves?” Suggested Yang,

“Stage a series of bank robberies?” Weiss considered,

“Become prostitutes!” Declared Nora,

“WHAT?!” All the other girls were disgusted,

“What?” Nora shrugged, “It’s legal in Mantle.”

“. . . Seconded, I guess . . .” Ren muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jaune knew this was only so he could keep an eye on Nora - if push came to shove. It had been her idea, after all.

Ruby shook her head.

“Okay, let’s try this again,” Ruby piped up for the first time in a while, “do we have any legal ideas?”

Willow, who hadn’t said anything either, poked her head out and calmly intervened.

“My dear, if you needed money, you should have just asked me.” She said, addressing Weiss specifically.

Everyone stopped fussing for a moment, and flipped their gaze between Weiss and her mother. Collectively, they all ignored where Willow’s hands were resting.

“I . . . I could have?” Weiss seemed surprised,

“Of course!” Willow assured her, “Whatever made you think you couldn’t?”

Weiss looked down and mumbled; she looked a little hurt.

“I . . . I didn’t think you’d answer if I did the asking . . .” She said quietly.

Willow smiled kindly.

“Weiss, you’re my daughter.” She said, “My sweet, darling girl. I know you may not think I would, but I’d do anything for you if you asked. I’m not your father, but like you and everyone else, I’ve been hurt by him too.”

‘. . . Oh . . .’

Jaune looked a little to the left and reached up, gently clutching her hand, he brushed his thumb over her own; Willow accepted the gesture, and their fingers twined.

Once again, Weiss was speechless. She didn’t know what to think. For so long, Willow had made herself an invalid, in Weiss’ eyes, and now to see her coming back to life in such a profound way . . .

To see her coming back into her life . . .

It was moving . . .

“Thank you . . .” Weiss nearly wanted to cry.

At last, they arrived at Atlas’ Edge. This was like a border crossing for the Kingdoms of Atlas and Mantle; some of the airships travelling between the two kingdoms were big enough to carry small vehicles, like cars and pick-up trucks.

Now, the general public had their own fleet of airships for basic travel, but authorised personnel, such as Atlas Specialists and certain huntsmen still affiliated with the military, were transported using different ones. These were twice the size of the others, big enough in fact to carry military equipment like weapons, dust shipments, and, of course, the double-wide vans.

Willow directed Ren towards the authorised airships, and he gently cruised the van to a stop. Everyone got out and stretched their legs, and after a few minutes, they saw Winter come out from the shadows. Weiss was relieved to see her big sister.

“Winter!” She called.

Winter wasted no time and gave her sister a hug.

“I’m glad to see you made it out safely.” She said, hugging Weiss back, “All of you. We’ll be taking you to Doctor Polendina’s Pharmacy, you can lay low there until this situation blows over.”

“Thank you, Winter.” Weiss was grateful,

“Phew!” Remarked Nora, “That’ll be great. Your dad sucks, bee-tee-dubz.”

“What?” Winter blinked, “Oh yes, um, you’re right, he does.”

“Hold on, who’s we?” Asked Blake.

Before Winter could answer, an airship drew smoothly into the dock, and the ramp lowered.

“I can fly an airship.” She explained, “But I knew I should wait out here to make sure you arrived on time. Specialist Amin is in the cockpit now. Speaking of which, by the way, you’re late.”

Weiss gulped. Although she knew the teams were in a hurry, she hadn’t known how close they’d cut it.

“Five minutes behind schedule, what kept you?” Winter demanded.

“Five minutes isn't too bad though, is it?” Asked Ruby.

At that moment, Winter spotted her and Willow limping into view.

“What happened to them?” She was concerned,

“We- uh, heh-heh . . . we kinda had a little fun on the way?” Ruby chuckled, abashed,

“Fun?” Winter raised an eyebrow, “You two? Together?”

“Well yes, my dear,” Willow smiled, “Jaune was quite good to us both.”

Winter’s forehead wrinkled somewhat, she looked stern.

“But mother~,” She almost whined in a petulant way, “I thought we agreed I’d be the first to do it!”

Weiss’ eyes nearly fell out of her head.

‘Nora hadn’t lied?!’ She realised.

“I’m sorry, Winter.” Willow apologised earnestly, “But we both know he’s just what we need.”

Winter pouted uncharacteristically.

“. . . Fine.” She sighed, then turned to Jaune, “In that case, I have a favour to ask.”

“Uhh . . . yes, Ma’am?” He looked a little nervous,

“I’ll be needing you, your friend in green, and Specialist Amin.” Winter said firmly, “In the van after we load it up.”

“Oh.” Blake was stunned,

“. . . Uuuuhhhh . . .” Yang had no words,

“All three-?!” If Weiss’ jaw hadn’t dropped before, it’d have fallen from the cliff when she heard Winter say that.

Ruby had jumped back into the van to help Marrow and Nora load it up, so she hadn’t heard anything. Neither Yang nor Blake nor Oscar could believe it themselves, there was so much going on!

Since when was Jaune so good with cold women?

Jaune had nothing to say himself, he just gulped; once again, he could feel Weiss’ angry eyes boring holes into him. Ren was nervous too, the look in Winter’s eyes was a hungry one, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

“Altogether, they’ll suit my purposes.” Winter stated, matter-of-factly, “We still have approximately thirty minutes before our scheduled departure time.”

“Um, I- I don’t think my girlfriend would-” Ren tried, blushing brighter than anyone thought was possible,

“How much are you willing to offer?” Nora had bounded over before anyone noticed, she had heard everything.

Both Willow and Winter smirked.

“How ever much you’d like.” They said together.

Nora’s eyes lit up and sparkled like fireworks.

“YOU GOTTA DEAL!” And with both hands, she shook Winter and Willow’s, and then she turned to her teammates, “ALRIGHTY BWOIS, GET IN THERE!”

And reeling her hands back, she slapped their backsides harder than intended. Jaune and Ren yelped and stared in utter disbelief as Nora, unabashed as ever, ran back to the hull of the airship.

“HEY, BISCUIT-BREATH!” She hollered at Marrow, “GET YOUR TAIL DOWN HERE, MISS WINTER’S ASKED FOR YOUR HELP!”

How could it have gone so far?

“Jaune?” Ren gulped, “I’m both scared and aroused . . . what do I do?”

Jaune just shook his head.

“I’unno, dude.” He sighed, “Let’s just get it going . . .”

And cracking his neck, Jaune made his way over to the hull. Ren quietly followed him. Winter kept on smirking and led them on, swaying her hips as she went.

Willow gazed proudly at them all.

“That’s my eldest.” She smiled, then she had a thought, “Do you know? I think I’ll go watch them.”

And with that, Willow headed for the airship as well.

Everyone who remained outside couldn’t help staring as Marrow dropped down from a higher level and clambered excitedly into the van.

Yang ventured over to where Weiss was standing.

“Uhh . . . Weissy?” She asked carefully, “Are you okay?”

Weiss didn’t answer.

“Weiss?” Yang tried again.

Still nothing happened.

“I think we need to give her some time.” Blake patted her shoulder, “I don’t know how I’d take it if my mother wanted to have um, relations, with Jaune of all people.”

Yang agreed. It would be a very jarring moment.

Although Yang would also admit, she knew she would be very angry if she found out Raven wanted to spend time with Jaune like that. And Gods forbid if Summer were still around!

She wouldn't excuse it, no matter how much he looked like her father.

“We should get on board.” Said Oscar, “We’re still escaping.”

Yang and Blake nodded at each other, and scooping up Weiss, they scrambled up the ramp and entered the airship. As they did, Oscar thought of something.

“Hey, where’d Ruby go?” He asked.

Yang and Blake looked around. Sure enough, Ruby was nowhere to be seen. Then Blake remembered.

“Wasn’t she helping load the van?” She pointed out,

“Yeah!” Yang snapped her fingers, “So she has to be in the-”

She stopped short.

“I remember seeing her get in the van, but I don’t remember seeing her get out . . .” Blake pointed out.

Yang stood stock-still for a moment.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!” She shrieked at last.

[b4rbi3l4nd]

SOS — i might kill my ex

Alr y'all, third chapter is OFFICIALY OUTT, thank you all again for all the love shown on the previous chapters, I will make a masterlist after the fifth chapter so keep an eye out on that. I'm thinking of starting oneshots and imagines but i don't know if y'all want me to wait till i finish SOS or not 😭 cuz i can pop out a new chapter pretty much every 2-3 days. Tell me what y'all want and I'll provide but anyways, enjoy!

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series summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

episode summary: you thought you died but unfortunately, you didn't and now you're being kept hostage in prison. another attack on Wakanda ensues which tests your loyalty to your country vs your sanity. eventually, you're put on trial for treason and in court, things take an unfortunate twist of events

genre: ANGST, slow, slow, slow burn

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: mature dialogue, cursing, trauma, shouting, mentions of death, suicide, missing people etc. this is a series. you are currently looking at the third chapter of the series, please go to my profile to read the previous chapters before continuing (if you haven't read the other chapters yet, if so, please continue)

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inspirations: 'SOS' — SZA

song: 'Kill Bill' — SZA

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Your eyes dart open and you gasp for air.

"Calm down, calm down."

You hear a voice talking to you but it's muffled. It's like you're underwater. You're coughing and gasping, breathing heavy. It takes you almost a minute till the feeling washes away.

Slowing down you're breathing you look around, realizing you're sitting on the floor in a black room. You lift your hands up and the sounds of chains fill the room, same as your legs. You're in a cell but not just any cell, the cell.

You sigh. They only put the worst criminals in these cells and for some reason, you were put here. You know exactly why though. Shuri, or Malia. One of those bastards got you here.

You look to your left to see Nakia standing on the other side of the cell. It was like there was nothing in front of you, dividing you between you and her but you knew there was an invisible vibranium wall there that pushed anything back that approached it with maximum force.

And you know that because

you built it.

"So what's the trend now? Put me in my own creation? You guys know that I know how to get out of here right?" You say, tugging at the chains and Nakia sighed.

"This isn't the cell you created...Malia created it."

It takes you a minute before you laugh out loud. You're actually genuinely laughing but then you looked at Nakia and it ceased.

"Seriously? That dumb bimbo actually does stuff around here?" You say surprised as Nakia looks at you sternly.

"Don't call her that, she is going to be our queen one day."

"Why does everyone keep saying that-"

"Shuri confirmed it."

Your eyes widened at this and you looked at her like she was crazy.

"What?"

"Shuri...she wants to marry her." Nakia finished, leaving you speechless.

"No!" You stand up abruptly, lunging to get outside of the cell but reality pulls you back, literally. The chains tightened and you're sent flying until your back hits the wall you were just resting on. You slump down with a thud.

You weren't jealous that Malia and Shuri were going to get married. Okay, maybe a little bit. But you were more concerned that Wakanda was going to fall and you knew this because if Malia got her hands on that crown, so would Namor.

"Nakia, you can't let her do that, there's something I need to tell you, tell all of you-" You started but she cut you off.

"I'm not even supposed to be here..but Y/N...why would you do this to yourself" She looked at you sympathetically like she wanted to cry. Nakia was one of your closest friends, like a sister to you. She took a deep breath then paused, hearing some footsteps before putting her hand to her lips and walking in the opposite direction.

As soon as she disappeared out of sight, a new woman stepped in.

You scoffed at the sight and turned your head to the side.

"You can act coy all you want but you're at my mercy now."

Shuri.

You turned back to face her as she moved her kimoyo beads across the vibranium border. A small patch opened up and she dropped a tray of food through it before closing it once again.

You watched it clatter on the floor, some food pieces spilling out.

"Eat." She said as she sat down on a stool across from your room cell.

"I'd rather die, just kill me now. I don't want to be alive when you make a fool of yourself at that altar." You narrow your eyes at her and she scoffed.

"Why do hate my fiancee?" Shuri asked and you paused before sitting up straight.

"Fiancee? How long was I passed out?"

"2 weeks." She said, shrugging as your eyes widened. "You slipped off the window and fell from the 20th floor, once you hit the floor, everyone thought you were dead. You rolled off into the water and stayed below there for about 20 minutes till you were eventually found. You momentarily died."

You looked at her face, she had no sign of a sympathetic expression or even an expression at all.

"Why did you save me then.."

"I didn't." She almost looked offended that you assumed and you let out a shaky breath. "Riri did, she did everything in her power to save you, then you were put in a coma and now you're awake. Congrats."

You blinked back tears and looked down.

"So you really don't care?"

"The Crown" and "Euphoria" reference...more like dialogue coming in. Disclaimer, I took some dialogue from these shows and put it in the chapter. Some parts are mine, some are directly from the show, but I don't own the ones from the show so yea.

"You're no longer my priority Y/N. You haven't been for years." Shuri stood up, walking over to your cell, standing right in front of you. "I have way more important people to worry about."

"Who are you referring to?"

"Malia."

"Why would I care about her?!" You said, raising your voice slightly.

"BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT HER!" She screamed at you, causing you to look up at her with a frown on your face. "MORNING NOON AND NIGHT, I CARE ABOUT HER!" She paused, taking a deep sigh. "And you hurt her. And if you hurt her...you hurt me." She turned around and started walking away only to stop and then look at you. "Malia is who I want, that is where my loyalties lie. That is who my priority is."

"Not the woman who's suffered, bled, and sacrificed so much for you?"

"Don't bring the family into this."

"Alright. NOT THE WOMAN YOU PROPOSED TO?! THE WOMAN WHO STUCK IT OUT FOR YOU, THE WOMAN WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY?! THE WOMAN WHO WAS THERE WHEN YOUR FATHER DIED?! DO YOU REMEMBER HUH? REMEMBER YOUR THOUGHTS?! I LOST SLEEP FOR YOU, EVERY DAY I WAS WONDERING IF YOU WERE GOING TO COMMIT AND I'D NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN. THE WOMAN WHO CARRIED YOUR CHILD?! The woman who loves you..."

You whispered the last parts as Shuri just shook her head, looking off to side.

"No...you fucking left me..when I fucking needed you.." She turned over to you, pointing at you with tears in her eyes. "You fucking left me...when I was at my fucking low- ha..." She couldn't even finish her words because she was starting to tear up and cry. She turned around and took breaths in, sniffing.

Your tears started to fall as you took in what she said.

"You fucking left me...at my FUCKING lowest...and a real fucking girlfriend, someone who loves you wouldn't do some shit like that Y/N!"

"Really? What is this now, pin the blame on the donkey?!" You voiced out through your sobs. "Don't act all innocent now." You breathed in, your voice starting to crack, your breathing getting heavy.

"My dad.." you started. "He's gone." Those words were more a whisper. "He's gone and he's gone because of YOU!"

"Remember those weapons you gave him...huh?! Said it would help him better in combat? DO YOU FUCKING REMEMBER?!" You screamed at her, moving your hands up but the chains held you down.

"IT BLEW UP IN HIS FUCKING FACE SHURI!"

"It was still in testing..." she started.

"YOU GAVE HIM YOUR WORD! You promised..."

"And you wanna know how I found out that my father died Shuri? THROUGH A FUCKING EMAIL. WHAT KINDA SHIT IS THAT HUH?! TELL ME! WHAT KINDA SHIT IS THAT?!" You bit your lip hard as you tired to steady your breaths.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye...."

As you recalled your last encounter with your father, it was more of an angry one. He was angry that you were leaving Wakanda and you guys got into a huge fight.

"Y/N...you disappoint me, daughter."

Those words hit you like spears to the heart, and they still do now. You've always been a daddy's girl, he loved you so, so much and the fact that those were his last words to you, broke your heart.

"My little brother..." You started again as Shuri folded her lips, trying not to cry.

"He's gone. I don't know where he is Shuri. He was just 13, he was still a KID!" You were now coughing, the tears overtaking you, blurring your vision.

"They took him. And you swore. You swore to EVERYONE that you and T'Challa would bring him back. You swore to my mother...you swore to my father...you swore to me. You gave me your word. You promised me...and you broke it. That was 6 years ago. But hey, I still stuck beside you didn't I?" Your voice was breaking at that point. You were just 16 when he was taken from your family.

"And then our child, Bast bless their heart."

This one got you both, you both turned around, and you didn't even have the strength to continue. Your sobs filled the room. You were only 20 when you found out you were pregnant, Shuri was 21.

Shuri was still suffering from the death of her father and then getting engulfed with her lab work, it just wasn't working out between you guys.

When you broke the news to her, it was a celebration. Everyone was happy but 2 weeks and it blew over. The stress from all your problems at Wakanda and in your relationship caused a miscarriage.

Shuri didn't speak to you after that, she barely slept in the apartment and she was always working in the lab. There were days when she even had the Dora restrict you from entering the lab because you were a 'distraction.'

You couldn't take it anymore and left that year. It was the same year that you also discovered her. You swore to yourself you'd never be back here and now 4 years later, chained up like a prisoner.

"My queen, there has been an attack at the border."

These words pulled you away from your thoughts as you saw Shuri quickly wipe her tears and follow the warriors who had informed you guys of this news.

"What?!" You started breathing heavily. You're from the border tribe, your family is over there but most importantly, your father's grave that you still hadn't visited yet.

"HEY! NO!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, pulling your arms and legs away at the chains but they didn't resist.

You took deep breaths, your mind wandering over to your father once again, your eyes swelling up.

"Bast please..."

You muttered under your breath before standing up. Almost as if on cue, the chains broke and the vibranium wall gave way and you walked out of your cell.

Wasting no time, you ran up the stairs and up into a dark hallway. Fuck, you don't remember your way around here. You started racing down the hallway, feeling the walls and looking for exits. Eventually, you felt a body behind you.

"AH!" You turn around surprised to see a phone light point right at you.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, I'm here to help you.." A voice said reassuringly.

As the phone lowered, you squinted your eyes to see it was Riri.

"Come with me,"

She took your hand and rushed you out of the hallway and into a mini door. Once you shuffled through, you found yourself back in the lab.

"When did they build that.."

"Malia did." Riri said as she walked over to a table with some tools.

You clenched your teeth but you had no time to reminisce on her. You had people to protect. You looked over to the window to see a huge puff of smoke at the border and then water flooding in, people running around, cattle trampling some people down, some kids shouting for their parents.

I started walking over to the door but Riri stopped me.

"Hey! Where are you going? We have to stay inside, this is dangerous."

"Riri, I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown and honestly, I think I might assassinate a whole country if I don't get there fast enough to see what I need to see."

You exited the building, almost getting run over by some people frantically running around. You ignored everything and made your way over to the border, running, practically sprinting over there. It didn't even feel like your feet were touching the ground.

Once you made it over there, your eyes landed on the now flooded graves. You slowly walked over to them, your eyes widening as you noticed your father's name on one of the tombstones.

It was still standing but one more push and it would fall over. Your eyes filled with tears as you slowly dropped to your knees.

"Dad..?"

You got on all 4s, your hands frantically searching the ground for the part of the ground where he was buried. In Wakanda, there was normally indicators on the ground but none. This wasn't even where his grave originally was.

"No...No, No, NO! DAD! AGH!" You grabbed his tombstone and screamed out of agony. He was gone. You don't even know where his body was buried, you don't even know if it's washed up or not. All you know is that he's gone.

More screams followed as you hugged the tombstone.

"WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!" You heard Shuri but you couldn't care.

Your sobs and screams of frustration blocked out any bit of dialogue. You felt a hand on your shoulder but that's when you lost it.

You fell over and screamed so loud, purple rays of energy just came bursting out of your body. Everywhere. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see people get thrown back, flying. Some nearby houses collapsed, even some of the water reversed in direction.

And then you collapsed and blacked out, water slowly filling up your lungs once more.

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You woke up to your entire body chained down to the floor. You cough out, some sputters of blood landing on your body bag.

"Take it easy.." You hear a voice say

"You cry in your sleep.." Another voice adds on.

You immediately realize who the voices belonged to. The first was Nakia, the second Riri.

Your lips were beyond dry and you felt drained and weak. That's right, you haven't eaten or drunk anything for weeks, how are you still alive? Because of her.

You turn around to see Nakia, Shuri, and Riri all sitting down, looking at you.

"Y/N you need to eat...please." Nakia begged. You looked at the ground in front of you, there was a fresh plate of jollof rice with plantains and chicken with 2 full bottles of water next to it.

Tempting, but no. You were going to wait it out.

"I don't plan on being here long." You sigh out, looking up, knowing damn well the minute they left you alone, you'd devour it. No matter how angry you are, they're crazy if they think you're going to pass up food, especially your favorite.

"But even if I wanted to eat it, I can't. I'm chained down. Why-"

"Because you're a threat." Shuri said, finally looking up and leaning on her stool. She had a furious look on her face. "What the hell was that out there huh?"

You looked at her like she was crazy, your breaths getting heavier as you tried to remember and collect yourself before sighing. "Oh..."

"Do you have powers? That was some intense shit." Riri said, leaning in slightly as you looked down.

You didn't say anything before Shuri finally spoke out.

"That's what you did to Malia too, wasn't it."

"I didn't touch her." You said annoyed, looking up. That was technically correct. You didn't touch her, she did. The one living in you. It was..complicated.

"Really? Because when you were examined, we found this in your pocket." Shuri said, taking out Malia's phone from her pocket.

"It's a good thing her phone is waterproof. You would've ruined everything on here. Like you always do." Shuri spoke the last part lowly.

You chose to ignore it, you were too tired to argue with her, but you had a point to get across.

"I'm sure she would've loved that.." You mutter under your breath.

"And why exactly is that?" Shuri asked, pretending to be interested in what you're going to say.

"Your girlfriend isn't who she says she is." You start but Shuri rolled her eyes. "She's-"

"I don't want to hear it Y/N, save it for court." She says but your eyes bulge.

"What..? Court?" Confused, you look around as Nakia's head falls.

"You've been charged for treason." Riri informs sadly as you look between the 3 women.

"What?! WHY?!" No one responded and you looked at Shuri, an impatient and demanding look on your face. "What did you do?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"ASK YOURSELF THAT Y/N!" Shuri shouts back at you. She sighed, disgusted as she tapped on her kimoyo beads and then dragged her finger from them, over to the vibranium border between you and the women.

A video played on screen. A video of you, whispering something and then your chains breaking. A video of you, searching in agony for your father's grave while screaming "NO". A video of you, screaming while holding onto the tombstone as purple radiations of energy burst through your body, sending EVERYTHING in your way, even water, flying back.

Shuri paused exactly at that moment as she fast-forwarded to when you passed out. Your mother ran over to you, picking you up and rushing you over to safety but in the background of the video, you could see all the damage you had caused.

"Jesus." Nakia whispered under her breath.

"How did you do that.." Shuri asked you as you whimpered.

You never liked to recall how this comes out of you. You don't like to remember how it happened. You normally keep it deep down and try to forget but it always comes out.

Shuri just exhaled sharply and started walking away before pausing. "Your court hearing is in a week, sharp. Don't be late. We'll decide whether to exile you or execute you." She then turned away and walked up the stairs until she was out of sight.

"Y/N..." Riri started but you looked up at her, your eyebrows furrowed and your face full of determination to be heard.

"No. I will speak and you will listen. Malia isn't who she says she is."

"We know you don't like her...but she's going to be the queen of Wakanda in a possibly few months." Nakia started but you cut her off.

"No, listen to me. Her father is Namor."

This caught the women's attention as they looked at each other and then at you.

"I swear to Bast, I'm not crazy. The day that she was attacked, her phone. I saw her phone on the ground, She was texting her dad and Shuri and Wakanda was in the conversation. They're planning to kill her, you, me, every last one of us. They had childhood pictures and everything. We have to get rid of her."

Nakia closed her eyes before nodding. She understood you. If someone asked her to describe you, she'd use multiple words but she'll never use crazy. You've always knew what you were talking about.

"Riri get your laptop, we're hacking into that motherfucker's phone. If I'm dying in court, she's dying with me"

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Mood.

You walked in the hallways, wearing all white. All white suit, all white nails, hair, makeup. In Wakanda, white is worn to funerals and that was the exact mood you were giving. It's a funeral bitch and everybody's getting buried.

Riri was on your right, Nakia on your left. The Dora Milaje noticed you and opened the doors to the throne room. It was divided like a court room, as always. The chairs, the podium, the desks and the seats for the jury. The judge was on both sides of the throne which Shuri sat upon.

M'Baku, Okoye and Malia were all in the jury as you stepped up to take your position behind the desk.

"Y/N Amadi. Daughter of late Chief Ndozhna Amadi of the Border Tribe." An elder began. "And former fiancee to the present queen of Wakanda, you have been charged with treason for the destruction of property and unexplainable occurrences, thus giving the enemy an upper hand in battle. How do you plea?"

You looked at the jury, M'Baku and Okoye looking with sympathetic looks towards you. Your eyes focus on Malia, she looks straight ahead, confident with a smirk on her face. You can't wait to wipe that stupid look off her dumb face. You look straight ahead, your eyes focusing on Shuri and her body language.

She was wearing all black, as opposed to you. She was sitting in a man spread, relaxing in her throne. Your eyes met and you guys held intense eye contact. She leaned away from you, looking at you like you were one of the low people. You turn back to the elder and judges, speaking on the mic.

"Guilty. On my own admission."

Everyone gasped but you chuckled to yourself, your eyes closing momentarily as you looked down, to the side and then back up.

"But I'm not the one who should be standing here tonight.

"I know all your secrets, Malia McKenzie..or should I say Tzultacaj, daughter of K'uk'ulkan also known as...Namor."

Whispering filled the room before it ultimately fell silent, all eyes landing on Malia.

Immediately her face dropped, a panicked expression once replacing a confident one.

"I- I- I- I don't know what she's talking about.." She stuttered nervously, placing a smile on her face that constantly dropped.

"What you're looking at now." You say and on cue, Riri pulled up all the receipts, the pictures, messages everything. "Are conversations and evidence between Tzultacaj and her father, furthermore proving that she is the enemy and I was right, once again."

The texts talking about overthrowing and killing Shur all bold and highlighted.

"What do you plea?" You ask boldly, looking her dead in the fact. You had won. A few moments of silence filled the room as Malia looked down, tears escaping her eyes.

"Don't cry now bitch, own it. Own that shit. You played yourself, congratulations." You add onto your previous statement, a smile leaving your lips, showcasing some tooth gems you had put on that morning.

A phone call between Malia and Namor filled the silence of the room, replacing her sobs.

Namor: And what is the best way to get in daughter?

Malia: Out back, don't go for the water borders, if you really want to surprise them you're going to have to get on land. They give me a lot of crazy and information around here it's crazy.

They shared laughs as Namor continued.

Namor: And how is your girlfriend?

Malia: Fiancee now. We're getting married soon. Once I get that crown, you make your move. I got her exactly where I wanted.

Namor: You got it?

Malia: Yup.

You turned to Shuri who looked enraged at this information. Her chest heaving, moving up and down rapidly with each breath.

"Malia is this true?" She asked, looking at her girlfriend enraged who immediately broke.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry baby, I- I just didn't want to want to disappoint my daddy and my country and...I ended up falling in love with you, I love you so much baby please.." She sobbed and cried.

Immediately, Okoye stood up, along with a few other Dora Milaje warriors and they handcuffed her, holding her in place.

"Sedate her." Shuri said coldly.

"NO! NO! NO, NO, BABY PLEASE!" Malia screamed and thrashed around, more warriors joining in to hold her down.

Eventually, they had her head down on the table. Your mother was handed the syringe and as she was about to inject it in your neck, she paused.

Her hand slowly lowered as her eyes widened. She slowly reached her hand out, placing it on Malia.

"What are you waiting for?!" Shuri asked impatiently. "SEDATE HER."

Your mother shook her head. "I'm sorry your highness I cannot do that for the woman..."

"is with child."

She reached her hand out to touch Malia's stomach and your face immediately dropped.

"What?"

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[peaky-shelby]

hi hi hi I’ve been missing your writing a lil extra this week so I was wondering if you could give us a lil Drabble like you did after psg vs al nasr

the scenario would probably be kylian stressing out way too much and loosing confidence in himself and beating himself about it while Taylor calms him down as he’s pacing around borderline looking like he’s about to have a panic attack cuz all the pressure is on him recently (this would perfectly conincide w the fact that psg has been on a bad streak this month.) maybe a lil peak into how she’s the only one who can get him to calm down and say stuff that actually means something to him and maybe have a lil touchy moment if you’re feeling generous 🥺

ps: miss you and your writing so much I hope Uni’s going well and you’re not stressing yourself out a lot take your time we’ll be here for you 🤍

(sorry it took this long. Thank you for the love, you're amazing 💞)

New Romantics — blurb: "it's ok"

Taylor followed him in the hallways, he left without even shaking anyone's hand, pissed and angry at himself and the team. Reporters tried to stop him, to get an interview from him while walking. He almost snapped at one of them, waving his hand and almost hitting him on the face. Taylor saw that, her eyes wide open. She rushed to him and pushed him to go faster in the closest room she could find. Pushing him in and locking the door. It was one of the changing rooms. He threw his jersey on the floor, yelling words in french and cursing. She could only make out half of it and yet he kept going, having a full meltdown in front of her. And she knew he wasn't just saying random words by the way he spoke and moved his hands.

"ky-” she tried, an attempt to remind him she didn't speak the language. But he continued yelling, not at her, just at the world,just so he could get it out of his chest. She drew closer, trying to hold his arms, but he'd shake her off and keep going. She didn't have to understand the words to understand why he was that angry. The team was getting worse everyday, the bad streak getting longer.

Her eyes followed his, darting left and right, trying to make eye contact while her hands reached for the hem of his shirt. Pulling it down, to get his attention. It worked for a second because he looked in her eyes. But then he continued and she slipped her hands under his shirt, her hand coming in contact with his skin. That distracted him, his words getting tangled with each other as she pressed and stroked on the side of his stomach and they started stepping backwards until he was with his back on the wall. His back crashed on the wall and She cupped his face with her one hand, squishing his cheeks, so he'd stop talking "i have no idea what you're saying!” she stated.

He let out a deep sigh, focusing on her eyes. Her hand crawled up to his chest, right over his heart. He closed his eyes. Laying his head back and she placed her other hand on his hip. She stepped closer, her leg in between his.

"fucking hell..." He mumbled. She laid her head on his chest, kissed it over the shirt, then looked up at him. Her fingers now crawling under his armpit, pinching him so he'd look at her. He did look, his eyes finding hers again, a little calmer now.

"it's ok" she whispered. He held her face, pulling her up and leaning down, tasting her lips as of she was alcohol to numb the pain. He entered her mouth with his tongue, sucking any bit of her he could and borrowing her air. She gave it all to him, no hesitation, cause she knew he needed it.

They pulled away slowly, his hand on her back now, their foreheads stuck together.

"get a few breaths. Meet us in the locker rooms. Calm, please. Last thing we need is to start fighting with each other. They are your teammates, not your enemies. We are gonna go through it together."

He leaned in to kiss her again, another long sip. She gave it to him, before pulling back. She raised his hand to her lips, leaving another kiss on his fingers.

"can i come to your place tonight?” he asked, his lips ghosting over her ear.

She nodded. Left a kiss on his cheek and left the room first.

[thatseventiesbitch]

Q 29: Quest, Eric/Donna

Thank you for the ask/prompt, @those70scomics! Haven't written a drabble in a hot minute. This was fun. :D

Eric/Donna: QUEST

Oh, he’s going to love this, Donna thought to herself as she did one final spin in front of the full-length mirror in their master bedroom. She grinned, imagining his reaction to her bare skin, to the sexy little negligee she hadn’t worn in years. Their kids were out of the house for the next 48 hours - spending some time with their grandparents - and she intended to capitalize on every minute of adult time she had with her husband.

The lights were off when she meandered down to their living room. He sat in front of the TV, engrossed in something, and she draped her long, lithe limbs provocatively, posing against the door frame.

“Oh Eric…” she called.

“Hmm?” he hummed, but he didn’t look at her. Whatever was on the TV had all of his attention.

She cleared her throat and tried again. “Eric,” she cooed. “Aren’t you going to come to bed?”

But he still didn’t look up. Donna crossed her arms over her cleavage, annoyed. Now she could see that he was playing a video game. His thumbs twiddled away furiously on the joystick he held.

“Hold on, babe. I just unlocked the Second Quest.”

And I just shaved my legs for the first time in three months, she thought with a grumble. This was their first kid-free weekend in ages, and this was how he wanted to spend it? What the hell?

“Eric!”

He must’ve finally heard the frustration in her voice, and he glanced in her direction.

“Whoa.” He smirked, and raked his eyes over her body appreciatively, but he still didn't pause his game.

“C’mon.” She walked closer to him and clasped her hands together behind her back innocently, jutting her breasts forward. “Put your game down and come play with me,” she pouted.

“I - just give me a few more minutes - I swear I just have to - ”

“Are you kidding me?” Donna plopped down on the couch next to him, exasperated. “It’s just a stupid game!”

“I - I know,” he cringed. “It’s just - the - the kids are always playing it and - I-I never got to this level before - ”

Donna rolled her eyes, but despite her annoyance, a part of her understood. They had all kinds of responsibilities as parents, and it was exhausting. This weekend was a chance for them to both regress a little, and enjoy the things they never got to do anymore. Like sex. And playing video games. And having ice cream sundaes for breakfast. They had all weekend together. She supposed she could let him indulge for a little while longer.

But she couldn't resist the urge to smirk.

“Really? Cuz I have,” she said nonchalantly, nodding at the screen.

Eric scoffed. “Yeah, right.” His character ran through the drawbridge doors to the castle, but he’d run right past an important hidden resource. 

“Turn around,” Donna advised him. “You missed the second life hidden underneath the second stone from the left.”

Eric actually paused the game for the first time. He turned to her incredulously. “How do you know that?”

She shrugged. “I told you: I’ve played this level before.”

He chuckled in disbelief. “No way. It’s the Second Quest. A whole different map. There’s no way you - ” he’d doubled back to check for the second life she’d told him about, and now he gasped. 

She was correct. Donna just smirked.

“How - when - ”

“Breastfeeding,” Donna shrugged. She’d spent a lot of long hours down in the living room nursing their son in the middle of the night.

Eric just stared at her, dumbfounded. He’d paused the game again. 

“You have never been sexier to me,” he informed her.

She giggled as he growled and then attacked her neck with kisses. Finally, she thought.

[18catsreading]

Katja: he kind of looks like a horse to me. And you know what has --

Brennan: this six-legged tentacles cat wearing armor looks like a horse?

Rekha: yes, Brennan, and his tentacles look like horse brushes!

All: laughing, Someone I couldn't catch: Listen!

Rekha: So Brennan, if you wouldn't be so fucking rude, can I hope on one of these thing's backs and then try to attack it by using it's own tentacles like a brush and kill it?

All: laughing

Brennan: I --

Rekha: you know I'm gonna ask one stupid fucking question pe campaign!

Sephie: do it! Do it!

Brennan: give me an athletics check, give me an athletics check, give me an athletics check

Aabria: let's go! You have advantage!

Izzy: oh, is there any way I could cast Guidance?

Brennan: I'm gonna let you cast Guidance. You can add a d4 to this, DC 20

Aabria: uh, you have advantage cuz of the thing right?

Rekha: 16, plus --

Erika: oh wait, is this a strength check?

Rekha: wait, 16 plus athletics you said?

Brennan: yeah

Rekha: 25

Izzy: it's done

Brennan: oh my God

Becca (I think): add the d4 anyway

Brennan: okay, so Cinnamon runs up

Rekha: oh, add the d4?

Becca: add his advantage

Izzy (I think): wait is cinnamon jumping on top of this thing? Is she on cinnamon on --?

Aabria: roll the d20 again

Rekha: yeah. Okay, I'm rolling again.

Brennan: okay

Rekha: fuck, don't count that it doesn't matter.

Becca: it went under the seat

*all laughing*

Rekha: this one didn't matter either, so pick the other thing I did, 25

Brennan: I've lost - I've fully lost, I've lost it.

Overlapping chatter: it's gone off the rails, you've lost control. Control, completely

Brennan: yeah 100%< 100%

Becca: you still have me in the air!

Brennan: I still have Penny! So, uh, 25, cool, so Cinnamon is going to gallop up behind these ether beasts and I'm gonna say that cinnamon also readies an action to move again when the way is clear.

Rekha: cool. To jump on the king?

Brennan: go ahead, you made your acrobatics check. So you jump on one of the ether beasts in front of you

Becca: it became Rekha's fanfic

Brennan: so you jump on one of the ether beasts in front of you. do you want to jump on the middle one or the one to either side?

Rekha: if I'm trying to get to the king I want to jump on the middle one to get to the king.

Brennan: you're gonna will Smith from "wild wild West" like jump from ether beasts to ether beast, saddle to saddle like?

Rekha: I will do what you will let me do in this game.

Brennan: you leap, and you make it onto that ether beast

Sephie: oh my God.

Izzy: Which one?

Rekha: the middle one?

Brennan: the middle one. Are you going to do the brush attack?

Izzy: brush attack, canon

Rekha: yes

Brennan: amazing. Go ahead and roll your first attack roll

Aabria: this is the best day of my life

Rekha: okay, that's just a 15. Am I adding, like what do I add to it? The same as my?

Brennan: I'll tell you what you're not gonna add to it, your goddamn proficiency bonus.

Rekha: why?

Aabria: she's been brushing! She's been brushing shit the whole time!

Rekha: I'm proficient at brushing!

Sephie: she should get it, she should get it

*overlapping chatter*

Brennan: no!

Rekha: I would argue the only thing I've done this whole campaign is brushing!

*all laughing*

Brennan: oh my God. You are gonna add your strength modifier alone. These things have an armor class of 13. You hit on an 8 or higher.

Rekha: okay, wait, my strength modifier is this big guy? *Gesturing at her character sheet*

Brennan: yes yes yes.

Rekha: so that was an 11

Brennan: 11, so you rolled a 6 and added 5?

Rekha: yes

Brennan: well you miss on the first one, you may roll again.

Rekha: 17

Brennan: 17 hits, incredible

Rekha: so what do I roll for damage for a brush attack?

Brennan: it's own things do 2d6 damage so you're gonna roll 2d6 adding your strength modifier which is plus 5

Izzy: and so these things sort of have teeth in them?

Rekha: yes, if you look, I've been observing this for this entire round

Izzy: so you're sort of taking it and then puncturing itself

Rekha: *makes brushing motions*

Brennan: you're stabbing it in the head with its own spiky tentacle, yes

Izzy: oh, and you're gonna pull down

Rekha: I'm pulling down like I'm brushing

Aabria: you have to go with the coat

Rekha: yea, with the coat

Becca: it's the only thing you know how to do

Aabria: that's how you keep it shiny

Brennan: incredible

Rekha: seven

Brennan: plus five

Rekha: oh, 12

Brennan: so you deal 12. Are you doing any maneuvers to it, or no?

Rekha: I mean, I gotta right?

Aabria: yea, if you want

Rekha: okay. Do any of these maneuvers make sense if I'm on the thing? Uh, because

Becca: you're at 41, it wouldn't be the worst thing to heal

Brennan: of your maneuvers, you have riposte. You have push attack, push attack makes sense. You would not, you have movement left so if you wanted to hit it with its own tentacle and try to knock it off of the bridge with its own tentacle you could do that.

Rekha: yea

Becca: hit it's friend off

Rekha: would it -- can I dominoes?

All: laughing, Brennan's face goes 😑

Becca: may I --

Brennan: it's so, here's --

Becca: use the reaction to

Rekha: may I dominoes?

Brennan: may you dominoes. With all of my love.

Rekha: no

Brennan: I didn't, you know, and sometimes there's like a fun way to put it, but sometimes it's just, hey, no.

*all laughing*

Brennan: hey Rekha, straight up no

Rekha: okay

Izzy: you are right

Erika: it's good to have boundaries

Izzy: yeah! You're riding an ether beast

Rekha: last stupid question before I do your pushing attack. I can't also stick these two brushes *screen shows tentacles* in the ass of the king in front of me? *Screen pans to the ether beast king's ass* May I?

Erika: spits out her sip of water

Sephie: please. things come out!

Rekha: I'm just asking!

Erika: oh no

Sephie: bite him. Get him, get him

Erika: I need --

Brennan: did you just snarf, oh no!

Erika: I just spit

Brennan: oh my God

??: get her a tissue!

Erika: I'm sorry. It's fine

Brennan: oh no, hey Rekha, you want to drop a piano on his head?

Rekha: no, my thing --

Brennan: you want to paint a cave on the wall real quick and he runs into the cave?

Rekha: my thing -- my thing is available! You've got two brushes. I want to stick it in the king's ass!

Sephie: all in favor of sticking it in the king's ass, raise your hand

All: raise their hands

Brennan: this is not a democracy!

Rekha: okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, Brennan, okay, "Brennan"

Izzy: "Brennan"

Brennan: if that is my real name

Izzy: if you only knew what's in the --

Rekha: okay, so I'll do a "pushing attack"

Brennan: go ahead and roll your d8

Rekha: oh, yes, this one ... So that's a 3

Brennan: an extra 3 damage to the ether beast, now it's going to roll a strength saving throw against your DC, your DC is 17. It succeeds on its saving throw and is not pushed over the edge but does take that damage. You are still riding it.

Rekha: okay, um, so I can do a bonus action?

Brennan: you can do a bonus action

Rekha: I'm gonna second wind

Brennan: hell yea

Rekha: so 1d10 plus 9

Brennan: 1d10 plus 9 coming your way

Rekha: 15

Brennan: Katja heals 15 hit points from second wind. You are riding, Cinnamon's right behind you. That is Katja's turn

Katja: I love you! [To cinnamon]

Izzy: yea Cinnamon's jealous

Rekha: are you jealous?

Brennan: and at the end of your turn--

Rekha: no response

Aabria: oh no!

Izzy: she's pissed. Read, you're on read

Rekha: oh wow, oh wow. She's in the doghouse tonight. The fucking doghouse tonight.

Izzy: she doesn't like to see you riding someone else

Sephie: you rode someone else right in front of her

Rekha: I'm in the stables tonight, baby, oh boy

Aabria: she says that so much. There's no universe in which --

Rekha: anytime cinnamon gets mad

Brennan: at the end of your turn, Katja, Kurraghran is going to teleport behind Ostentatia and make a tentacle attack

Rekha: is he scared that I'm going to stick tentacles in his ass? 🥹

*all laughing*

Brennan: honestly yeah! You know, what do you want me to say? Yea, he's terrified. He has no idea what is going on.

Katja: he doesn't want one of his kids tentacles in his ass?

Izzy: he's gonna get an ass-full of rings in a second

Aabria: is he their dad?

Brennan: incredible

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Fallen Angel Part 5

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Words- 9.5K

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Hawks x Trainee!Reader

Warnings: Violence/Battle, stalking tendencies, (TW: Child Abuse- with an adult to the reader, Psychological abuse, emotional abuse), WAR ARC SPOLIERS, later chapters will have more triggering content

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First Name: Y/n

Last Name: L/n

Age: 16

Quirk: Angel Wings (With wings that resemble an angel, she can use them to fly and fight, she can fly up to 200 mph the fastest she has ever gone is about 300 when racing Hawks. She can also use her wings as a shield against attack by slightly hardening the feathers, but if enough damage can fail on her. Unlike Hawks she can’t remove her feathers to fight so has incorporated a staff in her fight style; melee combat)

Hero Name: Halo

Affiliation: Student at U.A. and Hero-in-Training (Under Commission) 

Family: Unknown

BY CLICKING KEEP READING YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRIGGERING CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE AHEAD

Pain is all you felt. But you were alive.

You wake up feeling something on your face lifting your right arm to your face you see it entirely covered in bandages. Pulling the mask off you sit up slightly wincing a bit from the pain in your ribs, you see IVs and needles in your wrist and you rip them out hissing from the pain. Slinging your legs over to the end of the bed you feel much lighter, pushing yourself up you see the bathroom door is open and you look at yourself. Your hair was slightly shorter but not noticeable to others but to you...you could tell the length difference when it was burned, your entire right arm was covered in bandages down to your fingers, you had a bandage wrapped around your head, and there were butterfly bandages over your right eye and you could see a cut going through your eye you lucky you weren’t blinded by it, and there was a gauze pad under your left eye, your neck was covered in dark purple bruises in the shape of hands, and from the top of the hospital shirt, you could see bandages wrapped around your entire torso and back covering where your wings would be. 

Whose fault was it, was it the villains they put everyone through so much pain, Dabi especially, could you blame the commission they told you to go there and you did like the good soldier you are? Could you blame the heroes, none of this would have happened if the League was beaten in Kamino ward, you wouldn’t have these wounds if Endeavor raised his son right, and you wouldn’t even be here if Endeavor never arrested your potential father. It was Endeavor’s fault it would always lead back to him. You slipped out of your room blending into the people passing by, no one noticing a regular injured girl, you didn’t have anything special about you.  

Passing by the main desk you heard them talking about the heroes here, “Yeah Endeavor is in room 325, if you want to give him the medicine now or wait later I believe he has visitors.” You don’t wait another moment seeing you were a floor below him entering the elevator you press the button to the next floor and as the doors are closing you hear. 

“We have a missing patient Y/n Takami was not in her room!” Takami, you weren’t a Takami. The doors open up and you slip out this floor equally as busy as the one you were on so you didn’t stand out, you see a sign that gives you the direction towards Endeavor’s room. As you walk past doors, you see names of other heroes scribble on the whiteboard for their room. You see the number counting towards 325, and now you're in front of it. Room 325 Enji Todoroki. 

You hear voices inside talking and you hear Todoroki’s voice “Once you’re done grieving, stand back up. Cuz we all have to stop Touya.” And you slide open the door and the Todoroki and family turn to see you standing there but your eyes are dead set on Enji Todoroki. 

You close the door behind you and it’s quiet between all of you, “Hope I wasn’t interrupting something important.” You say and you see Endeavor looking over you grimacing knowing all these injuries came from his son. 

“Excuse me you can’t be here.” A woman with white hair says, stepping forward towards you, 

“Rei it is alright.” Endeavor says and the woman stops before standing down.  

“Takami-” “That’s not my name.” You spit out glaring at him, you didn’t know who you are anymore. Your world was torn apart and you didn’t know how to pick up the pieces. 

“L/n I’m sorry for what you went through.” He says and you want to laugh, cause his apology doesn’t mean shit to you. 

“You’re sorry? Do you know what he did to me?” You say stepping forward and Todoroki put his hand out in front of you so you couldn’t get closer to his father. He wasn’t worried you were going to hurt him you weren’t stupid but he didn’t want to make the situation worse. 

“Who?” A girl with white hair with red streaks says you knew her. Todoroki talked to you about his older brother Natsuo who was looking at you wary and his sister Fuyumi, and you were going to assume Rei was his mother. 

“Dabi or Touya whatever you call him. You have no idea what I went through and your sorry doesn’t mean shit.” You say looking back at Endeavor. “He has stalked me since I joined U.A. and I only found out about this when we finally fought. It was him during battle, he followed me everywhere and took pictures of me. He would say comments about how I looked even when I was home. I wasn’t safe even in my own home. That call I had to take during my work studies was him. He threatened to kill everyone, the people I cared for, my classmates, anyone if I didn’t listen to what he said,” You felt your throat tighten and you saw that the entire Todoroki family was horrified, Fuyumi had a hand over her mouth, Natsuo and Shoto looked disgusted by their brother’s action, Rei couldn’t look at you only thinking of the worst things her son did to you, and Endeavor stared at you and you could see the guilt and regret in his face. 

“I thought everything would be okay until I messed up, I missed one call..one and you know what he did was kill an innocent family because I didn’t pick up. Their blood is on my hands because of him. I’m sixteen Endeavor sixteen I never had a life, never knew my mom, never knew my dad. But my life didn’t get better. At the Villa we fought and I lost and he took the sweet pleasure of torturing me until I had nothing left, before taking me. All these injuries on me I didn’t get from any other villain except him...your son.” You felt tears streaming down your face. All this trauma you earned seeing so much death and destruction just followed you in life. “I don’t care about your family problems of who doesn’t like who and what he did to someone else. I just want to let you know Endeavor that you ruined my life by having him as a son.” You wiped the tears off your face harshly and you saw that he was crying. 

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry.” He wipes the tears from his face and you can’t even look at him, look at any of them you only see Dabi in them all. 

You turn to leave your hand on the door, you turn to look for him, “You say you’re going to defeat him, you're wrong. I’ll find him and then. Then I'll kill Touya Todoroki.” The door opens and you see in front of you a few doctors and nurses as well as a couple of police officers, but standing to the side you see Best Jeanist and Hawks. 

“Ms.Takami you can not go running off, we thought the worst happened.” A doctor says but you drown out most of it hearing that name Takami. Takami was a villain, he is bad, you're not bad, you're a hero, you're nobody now without your quirk. You're nothing, nobody, you’re Takami. You feel a hand go around your wrist and you feel like you're sent back to your days in training at the commission. 

“Someone grabs your wrist, what do you do?” You hear Ms.Takeda clear as a bell in your ear as she walks around you as another recruit holds your wrist down. 

“Get out of their grasp, by any means necessary, and escape.” You say and she leans her face next to your ear and whispers, 

“Then do it..” You feel like the flight and fight kicking in, the fighting mode coming in as you twist your wrist out of their grasp and you feel the bone snap and they scream out in pain as you push past the nurses and doctors booking it towards the stairs. You see some of the officers rushing toward you but you slide between one of their legs and as you pass by you slam your hand on the fire alarm. Best Jeanist can’t properly use his quirk if he is distracted, and the rush of people getting out does it. You feel an arm land on your shoulder. 

“Fight them” You can hear her voice call out in your head and you spin around twisting their arm, flipping their body over yours. It was a police officer and you see keys coming flying out of his pocket and you scoop it up pushing the doors open in the stairwell. 

“Takami! Y/n!” You hear voices yell after you but all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and Ms. Takeda’s voice whispering in your ears, fight, get out, you’ll disappoint the commission if you fail. People are rushing down the stairs as you shove your way down as well and you could hear voices following after you, busting through a door onto a random floor it is mostly empty people going the way you came. 

A nurse rushes past you and you snatch the keycard off her continuing your way down the hallways you lost your slippers a while ago your feet slapping against the linoleum as you run. The doors are closing due to the fire alarm so you are constantly using the keycard to get through the doors. As you look for exit signs you turn the corner crashing into someone and sending you both back. Getting up you stare back at your mentor, a person you called an almost brother. 

“Let’s not do this kid, just stop.” He holds up his hands showing you he means no harm. There was no way out instead of in front of you and behind you and the doors close behind you and you rather go forward with your keycard where you see the shiny red exit to the outside. 

“He betrayed the commission, he left you.” her voice comes through your head and the person in front of you is no longer a partner but an opponent. 

“You betrayed the commission.” You say and Hawks is confused. 

“I know you feel scared and confused but they already did the test, you are a Takami. I don’t know why but the commission lied to you but they did.” He holds out his hand smiling at you. “We can figure it out together, I’ve always seen you as a little sister.” They already took the test. 

“You’re infected by his blood, Takami dirt runs through you.” You shake your head, you don’t want to be dirt, you’re normal, you’re L/n. 

“I’m not Takami.” You yell out rushing towards him and you both get ready to fight. You throw punches toward him which he blocks. You keep pushing him back as you are trying to stop him while he is trying not to hurt you. 

He pushes you back and you slide on the floor, “I don’t wanna hurt you!” He yells and you run to him you feel something tear but you push through wrapping your legs around his neck you spin around flipping him onto his back. While he may be faster and more powerful, you were always more agile and better at hand-to-hand combat. You hiss in pain pressing your hand against your ribs pulling back and seeing red. 

“Keep fighting Halo, you’ll be home soon.” Ms. Takeda calls out and you turn to rush outside when you see police officers there and nurses and doctors. The officers point their guns at you, “They’ll shoot you for failing.” Her voice whispers in your head. Arms wrap around your waist and you kick your legs up trying to get out of their grasp. 

“Let me go..I wanna go home!” You cry out twisting in their grasp and you feel a pinch in your arm. You see a needle leaving your arm and your limbs feel ten times heavier. “Please stop! I wanna go home...let me go home.” You cry out tears streaming down your face and you feel more sluggish as you're lowered to the ground. Your body gets weaker as the doctors and nurses come over. 

“Shush you’re okay..I’m here..” Keigo soothes you as you slowly lose consciousness.  

Opening your eyes you see you’re in a dark room sitting up surrounding you is nothing but unending darkness. The floor was covered in a thin layer of water that didn’t seem to wet you. 

“You failed Halo.” A voice says and you turn around and it was a woman that you’ve never seen before. She had long white hair that ended around her chest, her eyes were the same color as yours. You have never seen this woman before but the feeling you felt around her seemed familiar, almost comforting. 

“Everything we did for you and you failed us all.” She says. You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. “You were supposed to be the one..it was supposed to be you.” Chains appear from the ground wrapping around your hands and legs dragging you down as the floor takes you under like quicksand. Stop it, who are you, come back! You try to scream but nothing comes from your mouth. The last look you get of the woman is a tear rolling down her face as you disappear. 

The sound of a machine beeping pulls you from your dream, you feel immensely sore and weak. The harsh lights make you close your eyes, you wait a few seconds before opening them, getting used to it. You feel weighed down trying to lift your hand but you are restricted. You lift your head slightly seeing your arms restrained to the bed so you couldn’t escape. Closing your eyes you wish your life was just a dream and you thought of your memories from U.A. and with your friends, were they even alive? The door opens interrupting your thoughts and you see a doctor as well as Keigo. 

“Afternoon Ms.Tak...Y/n.” The doctor stops himself from saying the name sticking with your first name, “How are you feeling?” He pulls out a clipboard looking over your vitals on the EKG before looking at you. You frown, turning your head away from them looking out the window to the outside. 

You hear the doctor sigh, writing something down, “Y/n I’m going to bring down our best psychologist for you to talk with if that is okay with your brother?” 

“He’s not my brother.” You say and you can feel the two gazes on you as you continue to stare outside. 

“I’ll leave you two alone, Hawks there will be some paperwork you’ll need to sign.” The doctor says and you hear a hum before footsteps go and the door opens then closes. It is silent between you two with the only sound coming from the heart monitor. 

“You know you can talk to me about anything, you know that?” Keigo says and you remain silent you can’t even bear looking at him all you see is pain and abandonment. “I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but I’m here for you, and so are you, friends at U.A.” He tries to get you to say anything and show anything that you're there but there is only silence. The relationship you two once had is now splitting apart and he’s holding out his hand but you refuse to take it. 

Later in the day the doctor came back and got your restraints removed as he deemed you not a threat to others and yourself and following that the psychologist the doctor was talking about showed up. She had introduced herself telling a bit about herself telling you she specialized in cases involving children or teenagers following traumatic events. It was you, the lady, and Keigo in the room as she asks you questions about your life asking questions about your childhood, and your life at the commission, and you either respond with vague one-word answers or no answer at all. 

“Okay Y/n how would you describe your environment at U.A. with your classmates and teachers?” She asks, looking over her notes. 

“Fine, they’re nice.” You mumble and she nods 

“How the environment at the commission would you say it is better or worse?” Your life at the commission had been harsh and cold, you didn’t wake up early for role-call you didn’t eat, you spoke out of turn you fight one of the higher trainers, and any defiance they saw as out of line was solved with punishment until they molded you to be the perfect soldier they wanted. 

“It’s cold there..” You say and she looks up at you finally getting something she could work with. 

“Why was it cold there?” They made you who you were today, you should be grateful. Why then do you gain scars from them? 

“Just was..” You shrugged, you didn’t know what to say, there was nothing fun to do, joy entered that building and died in there. 

“At the commission when Hawks wasn't there, who looked after you?” 

“Takeda did.” You say, she was always there. Telling you what was right and wrong. What the commission finds values and what is deemed worthless, “She was always there for me.” She would soothe your tears when you cried almost motherly before flipping around telling you that you wouldn’t cry if you weren’t weak and then send you off for more training. 

“Hawks says that she was also the one who made you get hurt after your first day of school.” It seems so long ago since your first day of school after that incident when you were forced to fight you would make sure they hit you in places that would be hidden by your clothes or that would heal fast. 

“I failed..and I got what I deserved.” You say weakly every mistake you made faced punishment, if you were so good you wouldn’t get hurt. 

“Beating a child to follow orders isn’t a normal thing.” She says and you feel confused, why did they do it then? That’s how it works you mess up you fight, that’s how it’s always been. 

“I wanna go home..” The doctor hums writing something down. 

“Just a couple more questions then we’ll see.” She flips through her notes before looking back up at you. “What happened when Dabi started following you?” You froze hearing his name and it felt like the air suddenly got thinner. “He followed you and threatened you with your friends and family, how did that make you feel?” 

You didn’t know what to say, everything felt choked up. “I-I don’t know..” You say your hands felt clammy and the beating up the heart monitor picks up speed. 

“He killed people for you doing horrendous things for you and you don’t know?” She says and you felt like the walls were closing in on you. 

“Okay let’s move on from this subject.” Keigo says seeing your fearful expression. 

“Do you know if he killed any other people? You both talked plenty of times you should know.” She got more aggressive and you shook your head. You didn’t want to talk about this. 

“Okay that’s enough!” He stands up going to remove the doctor. 

“Innocent people died because of you! They had normal lives and are dead, you ever think about that!” She yells at you and now there are doctors and nurses inside the room pulling out the psychologist while some are trying to calm you down, the heart monitor beeping erratically. Tears are streaming down your face as you cover your ears wanting to drown out the words she says. “Their blood is on your hands, you’re covered in it!” She is pulled out of the room, her voice muffled outside. 

You feel yourself choke out a sob, you can’t seem to get air in as you begin to panic getting sent into a full-blown anxiety attack. As people are trying to calm you down as you can’t seem to get air in you, black dots spot your vision. The last thing you see before passing out is Keigo’s concerned face, tears brimming his eyes. 

When you woke up you were told that the psychologist was a close family member of the family that Dabi had killed. You were visited by another psychologist and that went much better though you were standoffish from the last one. You spent a total of a week at the hospital from when you first arrived and when you were able to leave after you reopened your stitches for your ribs. You were distant with most people coming to talk to you only saying a few words here and there, you had completely ignored Hawks your entire stay there. 

Returning to the Agency was a bit weird, it was practically empty and the few heroes there were being called out to calls. Everyone was being pulled in two different directions with how much villains are doing to Japan. Keigo is quickly pulled away by people as they need their boss’s help leaving you though it didn’t bother you. Pushing open the door to your home it was as if time stood still, stuff from the night before the battle was still there, your books for school were opened up on your coffee table homework was not finished. Going into your room, your bed was unmade and a few things stray across your room. Sitting down slowly onto your bed felt weird being back at your bed instead of that hospital bed. Laying on your back and looking up at your ceiling reminds you about your missing wings, due to them you usually slept on your side or your stomach but it felt different. 

You heard a noise coming from your nightstand and your phone was still plugged in from that morning, pulling it off the stand you see multiple texts from your friends asking how you were and all that. You are relieved that they were all alive, though many of your classmates were injured they were still here. You didn’t respond to the messages but they could tell you were okay when they see the “read” message. You see a final message on your phone and it was from the commission. 

“Halo it seems you need some reviewing.” You didn’t feel fear or worry from the times they texted you before it was just indifference now, what would they do to you now to make you comply you have nothing for them to hold over you. Everything you’ve known was a lie no matter how much you try to avoid and deny it, you were Y/n Takami daughter of Shinyo Takami, sister to Keigo Takami. Thinking back to the brief memory you had of your father you wonder why you didn’t realize he was your brother or at least a relative, but you two didn’t look much alike. Maybe a few things if you focus but your different quirks kinda sealed that you had no relation. Just two people with wing quirks. 

The next few days after your return home was spent catching up with everything, you watched the news and read every news channel following the war at Jaku City and Gunga Mountain Villa. Shigaraki was able to escape the battle with multiple Nomus along with Dabi and Spinner, Toga was missing along with many paranormal liberators all on the run, also Tartarus was breached unleashing many villains including One for All, and many villain prisons were all breached and many villains now ran rampant in Japan. Borders were closed and no one was allowed to leave or enter Japan leaving you all on this island in the hands of the police, government, and heroes. There was a press conference one day that includes Best Jeanist, Endeavor, and Keigo to address the public about the events involving Dabi and his family’s past life. Keigo clarifies his time as a spy for the League and the stuff he did while there including killing Twice, you heard your name but you shut off the TV before you could hear more. 

So the public was in disarray and heroes weren’t doing much help for the matter. The pristine hero society you grew up with and were forced to maintain was crumbling revealing the corruption and backstabbing leaving you with more pieces to pick up and fix. It was with this news your life now meant nothing, you had a family that you never knew about that you want to connect with, a mass murder that ruined your life still off doing who knows what, and the foundation of your entire existence was destroyed. With the hero society, you’re something, with quirks you’re important. Now you’re nothing. Your hero name Halo meant a lot to you, you held it with pride and now it is nothing more than a name. Halo was you, you have named it due to your quirk, wings that resemble that of an angel, and who were you now? A fallen angel stripped of its wings and sent down to the damnation of earth. 

Hero society damned you the day you decided to become one. Your revelation seems to go through the stages of grief. Denial, you didn’t want to believe your life was a lie. Anger, you fought and ran from your problems to forget who runs through your blood. Bargaining, you prayed to any higher being to go back to your old life happy with friends as you trained to be a hero. Depression, you had nothing left now and you had no will to go on with what you lacked. And Acceptance, you had to come to terms with who you were and you were going to get back what you lost for a long time. But you wanted to add one more, everything started for a reason, the loss of your parents, your life in the commission, the pain and suffering you went through to become a hero, and how it was all stripped away Heroes...Villains, there couldn’t be one without the other, good and evil, morally right and lack of morals, they were opposites destined to always fight in a never-ending circle and where does that leave you? In the middle, you want to save those you care for, but you are willing to break your morals for the sake of getting what you need...and that is Revenge. 

It was almost midnight when you entered the commission, you wore dark clothing, the hoodie covering your face from the cameras in the building. It was quiet and empty which was strange but you are still on edge as you head towards the handlers’ offices you see one of the office lights is on and it sounds like someone is frantically moving around. You crept down the hallway seeing it is Ms.Takeda’s room, her back is to the door as she frantically stuff files from a filing cabinet into her purse, your walk into the office your footsteps are silent. Reaching under the desk you pull a handgun you knew was there when you snuck into her room once. 

You were eleven and your teacher took away the book you were reading instead of focusing, you hid under her desk when you heard her walk in and that’s when you saw the gun strapped under the table. You were caught and punished severely but you were always fearful that if you angered her that weapon would be turned on you. The click of the gun made her freeze in place mid-shove and she slowly turns around seeing you pointing a gun at her. 

“Halo what do you think you’re doing?!” She is shocked that her ward turned against her. 

“Just need a few answers from you.” You say pointing the gun towards her office chair and she took hesitant steps before sitting down. “Did you know about my past life before the commission?” You say and she nods. 

“We went looking for you once we found out your father had another child. It would be better to have you and Hawks together than one of you finding your origin and finding each other.” She explains. 

“Where are my father and mother? Are they even alive?” You demand. 

“We kept close eyes on them both but your father disappeared from our radar somewhere in Japan and your mother...she passed away a few years ago.” You felt your heartbreak, your chance of finding them dwindle, your father is somewhere in this villain-ridden Japan and your mother was dead. “Please Halo, let's be smart about what led you here. Just put the gun down and we both can forget about this.” She tries to calm you down, seeing your finger fiddle with the trigger before you point it back at her. 

“You have files on me, get them out.” You point the gun towards the filing cabinet and she hesitates, ”NOW!” 

She jumps rushing over to it, her hands shaking as she puts the key in and opens it scrolling through the files before pulling out a decent size folder. She hands it to you sitting back down very fearful of her life, opening it up you see a photo of you as a child. The first page gave your full name, Y/n Takami. Your age when you joined and all descriptions of you from your height and weight then and now. In the description for the family, it says Father-Shinyo Takami (Missing), Brother-Keigo Takami (Alive), and Mother-M/n L/n (Deceased). As you glance over you see one section, implant impairing enhancements continue if the commission decides Halo will not become a hero implant may be removed. 

“What do you mean implant, why would the commission decide if I won’t become a hero.” You point the gun toward her and she cringes. 

“They place an implant into your body to track you as well as restrict your enhancements. The commission gives each prodigy it, giving them increased strength, stamina, speed, and durability; they all get it removed until they are deemed ready; many don’t get it removed.” She says no matter how much we trained we always could have been better, where they were getting the enhancements from this stuff can’t be legal. 

“And the other stuff.” You say, 

“Yes the higher-ups deemed you useful in hero work, but they were going to make you do more underground work if you had a more refined quirk like Hawks. We believed you would have more similar quirks but when you failed to show more progress that project was stopped.” She says. Underground work they were going to make you do their dirty work with your life in the shadows cleaning up the mess the commission left behind, the place where heroes are born is just as corrupt. 

“What were they going to make me do?” You say your voice was shaking and angry at everyone. 

“I don’t know much but let’s just say you would be cleaning and removing people that were a threat to the hero society. They had everything prepared for you to take that role.” She says, 

“So make me kill people.” 

Takeda stands up walking slowly over to you, “Halo your mission was always to keep that image of hero society perfect, this way was just a different approach.” 

You raise the gun before she could touch you, “You say they already had it finished, show me it.” She couldn’t exactly say no and she led you out of the office down towards the support area with the gun pressed against the back so she wouldn’t do anything. 

Entering the support area is where you got your hero costume and most of your health exams took place as well. You walk through one of the doors where there are lines of lockers, pressing her I.D card against the keypad and typing a code the locker slides open. 

“There we’re here. Please just let me go.” She begs turning around to face you, a small voice tells you to hurt her, get your revenge. She hurt you and you didn’t know better. Raising the gun to her face she cries out holding her hands up, “Please Halo, you’re a hero you won’t do it.” Looking into her eyes you see the utter fear in her eyes. 

“I’m not a hero anymore.” You swing the side of the gun across her temple and she collapses to the ground. Putting the safety on you tuck the gun in the back of your pants taking the keycard off her as well as her car keys. You walk back into the main room seeing a large duffle bag, heading back to the locker you shove everything into the bag leaving, as you get ready to leave you see a video feed of your training pulled up, it was when you fought after your first day of school. Thinking back at it you then realize how the League was able to figure you out when everyone disappeared in mud it didn’t hit you then but they had to have been Twice’s quirk. You head back towards Takeda’s office, grabbing the file off the desk and getting ready to leave the building. 

As you pass by doors you see a familiar door written across your name ‘Halo’, you pause in front of the door remembering spending the past five years here before joining Hawks Agency. Pushing the door open the smell of dust fills your nose, it was like no one went in here. It wasn’t all that just the basic dresser to hold your clothes and your bed that faces the window showing the outside world. You remember staying up late looking at the skies, imagining yourself flying in the sky, the wind blowing through your hair. Sometimes you would hear a tap on the glass and you would see Keigo outside smiling and waving at you. He would always come to your window before heading down to properly greet you. How you wish you were back to having those simple dreams, turning to leave your foot hits something. You look down seeing the small Hawks plushie you had when you were younger, you had such great memories with the small toy, pretending you were fighting villains with him and every time you both would save the day. Picking it up seeing it was a little dirty from being in this room for five years you put it in your bag. 

The cold air outside greets you once you leave the commission, almost kinda freeing everything that was hidden from you in the file. You drove home in Takeda’s car ditching it a few blocks away before walking the rest, the Agency is empty and quiet when you enter so you can easily head upstairs to your room. You close and lock the door behind you heading straight to your room, locking your bedroom door as well. You place the duffle bag on your bed and you open it up grabbing the file you take the handgun from your pants before putting it inside the bag underneath the bed. Sitting on your bed you open up the file trying to get as many important details and information as you would need. 

You see there are pages dedicated to your progress in training with others and with Keigo as well. ‘Age 11: Halo is in contact with Hawks and seems to have a compatible relationship. Implant and enhancements went smoothly, cells were not hostile to Formula-2XE. Age 12: Halo is improving at a much faster rate than the others, faster than even Hawks did. Though has some defiance in her. Age 13: She is able to take down an adult male double her size. Skills in hand-to-hand combat and mastery in weaponry such as staff-wielding, knife throwing, and firearms are improving as well. Halo seems to favor combat with staff with her quirk. Age 14: Halo is a high opponent in her training and her classes. Thoughts of underwork missions when older will need to see more in her quirk. Age 15: Halo did well in her exams with the higher-ups but due to her quirk only being a mutation-type it is unsuitable for underground missions. Lacks any similarity to Hawks’ quirk except wing mutation, the mother’s quirk is unknown. Halo will later be under watch by Hawks, application to U.A. has gone through and will be joining next year.’ There were more details with pages dedicated to each year you were in the commission but you were more interested in the implant and what this formula is. 

Flipping through the file you see it. Project NewGen was a project that the Hero Commission founded after All Might fought All for One for the first time. All Might was badly injured but continued hero work though not as efficiently, in case All for One did return stronger heroes were needed. After much trial and error from failed patients in an off-site location Formula-2XE was successful. 2XE grants the user increased stamina, strength, speed, and durability and increases the power of the user's quirk. 2XE was given to only the proteges of the Hero Commission, to limit the use of 2XE an implant was created, placed three inches into the left bicep. When a prodigy is proven ready they will have it removed. No protege has gotten the implant removed as deemed not ready. There was also a list of who had gotten the implant and you saw it was a huge number of heroes, you recognize some as trainers or people part of the commission you also see Keigo’s name, and your right after it, after yours however it says discontinued. Did they run out or did something happen to the formula? Continuing to read you see more stuff involving it. 2XE was given to each protege with the dosage getting stronger as it was given more testing with you having the highest dosage running through you but restricted with the implant. Formula-2XE was discontinued after a possible leak of the factory location. Last dose given to Y/n Takami (Halo). Then it was finished and there was nothing more after it was discontinued. How many heroes that used to be part of the commission had this implant in them was it a bad thing to keep it hidden, if we could all be stronger and faster heroes could have done much more in the world. 

You feel sleep lulling you to go to bed so you close the file slipping it under your bed before crawling under the blankets letting sleep take over. When you woke up it was almost noon but you did fall asleep around one in the morning so your late start made sense. Getting up, you shower, and put on the medicine for the scars on your arm, face, and ribs so they wouldn’t hurt as much. You wrap bandages around your arm so the medicine wouldn’t get on your clothes and you place some on your ribs. You could see your back from the mirror, it had the most treatment with the healers so while your wings would come back in a while it just looks like there were two large scars between your shoulder blades where they used to be. You spent the day locked up in your room reading through the files trying to create a game plan, you need to figure out who you were. 

Even if it meant leaving your life behind. If you tried to go to the heroes it would only take time and you wouldn’t get anywhere and you already had to find Dabi in Japan and defeat him. You know if you try to explain to them why you’re leaving it would make you feel guilty and you might not leave and if you tell them what you’re planning to do they might be able to find you. Your main goals were finding your father and finding Dabi, he was last seen with Shigaraki at Jaku but with the escape of All for One you don’t want to deal with him just Dabi. You also need to find your father. He was last seen in Hosu before disappearing, you would have to work hard to find him, he was a murderer and thief for years he’ll be able to hide if he needs to. You got a message from both Keigo and a message from Mina. 

You open the one from Hawks, “Hey kid I know I haven’t been by often but how about we go to that restaurant that you like? You can always say no, that's fine just let me know. I’ll always be there for you no matter what.” A tear lands on the screen and wipes your face before any more can fall, you don’t respond heading to see what Mina texted, 

“Hey Y/n we all miss you at U.A. please visit us when you can even if you just wanna talk <3” Their messages tempt you to just drop this ridiculous idea and just seek comfort from them but you know you can’t back down now. 

You stop at the convenience store, grabbing a first aid kit, and as you are heading to check out you grab a box of hair dye that is much darker than your hair color. Paying in cash the cashier barely glances at you and you head home. Locked up in your bathroom you look much different now you have dyed your hair a much darker color and you cut it. Your hair is much shorter from when it was burned but with the not terrible but not good haircut, you gave yourself you would be that recognizable.  (If your hair is black or already really short, leave the length the same or you dyed your hair lighter) 

Drying your hair, you look over to the first aid kit open, and you take out some gauze, tweezers, numbing spray, and disinfectant spray. You also grab an x-acto knife to use. You find out the area where the implant is. It was a lot of squeezing around your arm before you felt it, it was probably as big as a toothpick. You spray the area you’re about to cut with disinfectant, killing the germs on you and then numbing spray. Removing the knife from the hot running water you spray it with disinfectant and then bring it to your arm, you feel knots form in your stomach as the x-acto knife touches your skin not digging in. You press down, wincing feeling it cut into your skin, just three inches in. 

You drag the knife a bit longer than the implant along your skin, blood is covering the blade, and some roll down your arm onto your sink. Placing the blade down you take a deep breath before bringing your fingers around the cut feeling where the implant is and pushing it so it gets closer to the surface. You hiss in pain, closing your eyes as your arm begins to burn, you see a metal tube slightly and you grab the tweezers. Pressing them into your open cut you are trying to grab at the implant, you feel the tweezer hit something so you grab onto it and pull it. You drop the tweezers and implant onto a tray grabbing the sink as you try to breathe through the pain. Grabbing some wipes you clean up the blood on your hands and arm. Placing some butterfly bandages across the cut so it could heal together placing a large bandage around your arm. You pick up the implant it was completely metal and you saw it had a red flashing light. Dropping the implant, you crush it under your shoe and you throw it out in the trash. You start to clean up the first aid kit and the bathroom when you feel lightheaded. 

You head back into your room looking at your clock seeing it was about 4 pm when you are hit with a wave of dizziness and you stumble to your bed collapsing passing out. Your dreams are empty just you sitting back in that dark room again, water covering the floor. 

You are chained to the floor unable to move, you could hear someone call to you but you couldn’t do anything to figure out who it is and where it was coming from. When you woke up you felt like you are in a slight sugar rush, your senses seemed heightened and you felt different. Looking over at the clock you were only out for an hour, pushing your body up you head to the kitchen to grab something to eat. When your hand pulls on the door and you hear a loud rip, looking down you see the doorknob was in your hand. Your jaw drops. I guess I understand why the commission decided not to remove the implants from the proteges. Placing the doorknob on your dresser you slowly walk over to the kitchen afraid you were going to go speeding into a wall but end up sliding into the couch. You make all your movements extra slow and make some instant ramen before sitting down on the couch and turning on the news. 

The constant coverage is on villains attacking the city and how heroes were stretched thin not able to cover all of Japan. The more you spent locked here the harder it was going to be to find Dabi and your father. It was dark when you went back to your room. You pull the duffle back from underneath your bed, and open it up, taking out the clothes and items inside. You see it was a costume much different from your original hero costume as well as other weapons. 

Stripping your clothes leaving you in a sports bar and spandex shorts you pull on the outfit. You got dressed seeing each part of the costume it is a black halter top cropped top along with dark gray pants, it came with a belt attached to an upper thigh holster where you put the gun in strapping it in place, along with black boots that ends a bit above your ankle that was just part of it. It seems convenient that there weren't slots for your wings almost as if they knew you would lose them. You see that there was a small tech device and when you press on it wraps around your right arm in a full sleeve connecting to the shirt. There was gold and black scale plating on your forearm, your hand is also covered by a glove. It seems to have a cooling factor and it felt nice against the scars covering your arm. Your left arm has a long fingerless glove ending right before your elbow. Over top there is a sleeveless cloak that ends right at your knees in the front and a bit longer in the back, the pattern crossing each other. The cloak includes a hood and built into it is a mask to cover the bottom of your face. You are also given a vest that seems to be made of kevlar; bulletproof. Lastly, there is a belt going over the cloak. It had pouches that you fill with first aid and some cash that you had on you, the belt had another holster for a weapon on the side of your waist as well as a larger one at the back. (Outfit) 

Looking in the mirror you are covered completely in blacks and grays except for the few highlighting details from the arm brace and from the inside of the cloak being a dark magenta color. You go back to your bed seeing two weapons, a decent size knife, the blade was intricate, curving towards the handle in sharp curves so if you stab someone when pulling back out it will do more damage. You holster the blade in the other holster as that is the one it was supposed to go to. The other one is a large staff that had black wrapping around where you would hold it for grip and right in the middle a silver metal band. You see in the middle of a set of three buttons two on one side of the staff and one on the other. Pressing down on both of the outer ones and blades coming out from the end of it the same blade shape as the knife, you press on the button closer to the middle the staff splits apart becoming two weapons just like at the Villa when Dabi burned your staff in half. Pushing the staff together it became one and you pressed the outer buttons and the blades went in. You place the staff in the back holster looking at the complete look. You look much different now, your costume and quirk made you seem innocent and pure-hearted but with the new costume and your new look, you look like the complete opposite. 

Grabbing your phone you head out to the hallway now heading towards Keigo’s office, you blend into the shadows most of the cameras not ever picking up your movements. You enter the empty office, the lights from the city outside giving a faint light to the room. You knew the cash on you wouldn’t be much for you to last so while you're already on the morally corrupt side you head towards the safe in his office. He already has plenty of money. He won't miss it, moving the painting you see the safe in the wall, let’s hope this super strength works. Pulling your fist back you slam it against the safe denting it, grabbing onto the handle you pull the door clean off dropping it on the floor. You see enough cash to last you a while but you only fill what one pocket can hold. There is some left but you don’t want to weigh it down much as it would be spent on food and places to stay. You look back at the office, you spent many days sitting in a chair next to his desk doing schoolwork the commission gave you when you were over here as he did paperwork. You head to his desk and you see a photo next to his computer, it was a photo of the two of you the first day you were able to live here. You had a big goofy smile on your face and Keigo had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and a grin on his face as well. Though you told yourself you weren’t going to write anything you write a quick note before placing something on the desk, leaving the office then sneaking out of the Agency leaving your home behind. 

With your enhanced self, you were able to run over to U.A. not feeling winded at all jumping over buildings as you feel the wind push the hood off your face. With the heightened security, you see a truck coming towards the campus and you hop in the back and they drive right onto the campus and you're safe. You jump out rolling a bit from your landing, before running over towards Heights Alliance. The lights to the dorms as off only the outdoor lights illuminate your path towards the door, pushing the door open as you enter the building, the glow from the moon giving a faint light through the window. The couches were still pushed together from the Hot Pot and you felt a bit of nostalgia, remembering studying with your classmates or the few times you hung out with them, you remember one time you stole a bag of chips that was Bakugo though you didn’t know when he asked if those were his chips anger written on his face. 

You grabbed the last chip from the bag, finishing it by crumpling up the bag before looking at him with the most nonchalant face, “What chips?” Half of the class had to hold him back from killing you. 

You look once around placing the small note down and you hear the elevator door ding and you bolt it out of there the only thing the person hears is a door close. It was sunrise and you watch the sun climb the sky from your view. Your all-nighter didn’t bother you because of your unusual sleep yesterday, the city looks great from up here seeing some cars driving on the road but mainly empty. It felt weird being on your own but you had to do it, looking at your messages you see the old conversation with him. Unknown well you know now was Dabi, the last message between the two of you was the location and that was it. Whatever rage took over for a second and your fingers are typing across the screen and you press send. 

“I will kill you Touya Todoroki.”

That was a promise, you shut your phone off before chucking it off the building rooftop you stood on. Now you are alone you get up pulling the hood and mask up. Now your first location. Hosu City. 

Somewhere in Japan Dabi lays on a couch looking over the scars littering his body when he hears his phone buzz. Sitting up and grabbing his phone he sees the message. A smirk grows on his face, and now the final battle begins. “See you soon Songbird.” 

When Hawks enters the Agency after being gone he wasn’t expecting his employees to come to him saying someone had broken in. He rushes to his office seeing his office in decent shape but the door to his safe is dented and on the floor almost three grand missing. He got nervous to see if anything was missing when he saw something on his desk, it was a Hawks plushie the colors slightly faded he hadn’t seen this thing in years remembering you always holding it. He picks up the note seeing it addressed to him. 

“I’m sorry Keigo. I'm sorry for treating you like crap and hurting you. I’ll miss you brother. Don’t come looking for me. -Y/n” he drops the note rushing over to your room, the door busting open as he looks around though nothing looks out of the ordinary. 

Pushing open the bathroom door he sees the first aid kit open though missing a few items and an x-acto knife on a bloodied tray and some blood on the sink and floor. He pushes the door open to your bedroom that lacks a doorknob and it was empty, the duffle bag still on your bed and lying next to it was a file, picking it up a piece of paper falls out of it reading it says “Formula-2XE (Latest Patient: Y/n Takami a.k.a Halo)” He drops the paper and looks at the small toy held in his hand bringing it up to his face tears run down his face as he breaks down. He just got you back and now you left. 

Back at U.A. Class 1-A is confused at the notes they received at their doors. 

“Hey, guys! This is insane! Midoriya left a letter on my door!” Mineta yells out waving around the piece of paper, 

“You got one too?!” Kaminari says the whole class was confused by the similar letters they all received. 

“Guys…” Mina says she was holding a second letter, her eyes full of tears as they look at her in worry, “It’s Y/n.” In the single letter addressed to the class, it says 

“I’m sorry for leaving you all but I will miss all of you. Don’t try looking for me. Tell Midoriya I’m sorry. -Y/n Takami”. With the note, a simple bracelet Midoriya got you held in Mina’s hand. 

The whole class is distraught by both you and Midoriya’s disappearance, neither of you knowing the other is gone. Todoroki stands to the side unease in his gut knowing his friend is gone but also worried because he knows why you left. You say you were going to do it before he and his father could stop him. You were going to kill Touya Todoroki. 

And in April both you and Midoriya had left U.A. off to fight your monsters.

A/N: THAT'S THE FIRST ARC! I hope you all enjoyed reading this as I have written this! What's gonna happen now with our dear MC now that she's gone rogue?! Second Arc coming soon! 💕

[kelyon]

Courtship 15: Prenup

Miss French thinks about her future

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Lacey hated the cemetery, especially in winter. It was barren and desolate--not the sort of place where Mr. Gold’s fiancee should be seen. Standing in the windbreak of the Game of Thorns delivery van, she clutched her wool coat over her chest and bounced as subtly as she could on her suede boots. With nothing on her legs but a pair of black nylons, she had to keep moving to keep warm. There was no possibility of waiting in the van while her aunt and cousin made this pilgrimage. It would be unforgivable. In this family, mourning was as inescapable as death itself.

For Aunt Terri, the grief in her heart was apparently more painful than the cold around her. She had been standing in front of the twin graves of her husband and son for the past twenty minutes. 

The headstones hadn’t been put up yet. The dirt was still unsettled, lumps of brown disrupting the even blanket of snow. Aunt Terri didn’t say anything as she stood. She didn’t move at all. She just clasped two plastic-wrapped bouquets over her heart.

Aunt Terri had always been small and quiet, with a washed-out face and dishwater brown hair. Lacey’s childhood impression of her had been as a harried, hazy figure in the background of life. She was always overshadowed by Uncle Peter, who was fun and full of energy. Now that he was gone, Terri had shrunk into herself even more. How long until there was nothing left of her? How long until she was so dried out and diminished that she blew away in the wind?

What would happen to Janine and Chloe then?

  When they first got here, Chloe had stood dutifully next to her mother, but she soon got bored and wandered off. Over by a snowbank, Lacey spotted her bright yellow coat with red and blue balloons on the back. That coat had belonged to Andrew when he was little, before it got passed down to his sisters. Just another one of the million ways those three used to be linked together. 

As Lacey got closer to her cousin, she saw that Chloe was making snowballs. Well, she was gathering snow into her pink-mittened hands, smashing them together, and frowning every time the result was a snow pancake.

“You have to be gentler.” Lacey picked her way through the tracks Chloe had left behind. These stylish boots were not up to the challenge of ankle-deep snow. “Can I show you?”

“Andrew always got it right.” Determinedly, she grabbed another chunk and tried to mash it into shape. “You ‘member when we had snowball fights?”

“I remember,” she nodded. “I always thought him and me versus you, Janine, and Mara wasn’t fair, but Janine never wanted him on her team.”

“You always beat us.”

“Yeah, that’s why it wasn’t fair. Andrew used snowball fights as a way to practice his pitching skills. Do you remember going to his baseball games?”

She might not. Chloe hadn’t been more than a toddler when Andrew pitched for Storybrooke High. All of them used to go to the games to cheer him on. Lacey had never understood the appeal of sports until it was her own flesh and blood bringing the team to victory.

Chloe shook her head. “Dad and him used to watch baseball on TV. It was really boring.”

“It is, yeah.” She put her hand on the little girl’s shoulder. “How was your appointment with Dr. Hopper?”

She shrugged and tossed a snow pancake to the ground, finally admitting defeat.

“Did you talk about Andrew and your dad?”

Another shrug. “We didn’t talk about anything. Just played toys.” She looked up at Lacey. “It’s weird that a grown-up wants to play games all day, isn’t it?”

A pleasant but inappropriate heat came into Miss French’s cheeks. “Well, just cuz you get older that doesn’t mean you don’t want to play anymore,” she said casually. “It’s just, maybe, sometimes the kind of game changes.”

“Dr. Hopper wanted to play kid games,” Chloe said. “Mom says it’s a waste of time.”

Super healthy attitude there, Aunt Terri.

“Well, if you ever want to talk to me, just let me know. I’m always here for you, Chloe.” Carefully squatting to avoid getting snow on her butt, she looked her cousin in the face. “I love you.”

Chloe gazed back at her, sky-blue eyes pondering but unreadable. She was just a little kid, but she had already lost so much. Her tiny world had shattered, before she even understood what it was. 

She looked down at the pile of disappointing, flattened snowballs. “Love you too, Lacey.”

****

Hand in hand, red leather glove in pink woolen mitten, the two cousins walked back to the van. Aunt Terri had finally placed the bouquets on the graves. Daisies for Andrew, calla lillies for Uncle Peter. Lacey had put them together herself. The flowers would die in the snow, but they would have died in the shop too. It was a cruel world for pretty things.

“Are we ready to go?” she asked.

Aunt Terri gave her a look. “Aren’t you going to pay respects to your mother?”

Lacey bit the inside of her mouth. This morning had been the worst fight yet, when she had tried to make a bouquet of pink roses. They were Mom’s favorite, of course she wanted to bring them. Moe French said she’d take those flowers out of his shop over his dead body. Miss French had said that was fine with her. They’d shouted some more and eventually stormed out on each other.

“I wasn’t going to,” Miss French said coolly. 

The florist’s words pounded through her head: Leave your mother alone! She’s rolling in her grave seeing you dress like that, act like that--just to entertain a man who doesn’t love you and never will!

Terri gave her another look, a look that wasn’t angry, just disappointed. She turned to the part of the cemetery where Linda Woolverton French was buried. 

“Come on,” she said in a soft voice that wouldn’t be argued with. “We need to talk. Chloe, you keep playing, honey. We’ll be just a minute.”

“Doubt that,” Miss French muttered, but she followed her aunt just the same.

The headstone wasn’t on Mom’s grave yet either. Did it always take so long to set them up? The dirt here was a little more tamped down than at the other graves. Mom had been in the ground a whole month longer than Uncle Peter and Andrew.

“We got the invitation,” Aunt Terri said. “To the wedding.”

Despite all prior experience, Lacey felt a flicker of hope. “Are you going to come? I asked Janine to be my bridesmaid and she… didn’t want to.”

Miss French pushed away the image of her cousin in tears, running away from their table at Granny's. 

“You know Gold is an evil man.”

Of course Aunt Terri was just like everyone else. Of course she didn’t understand.

“He’s rich,” she said softly. “He’s powerful. He--he makes me happy.”

“A man like that only wants one thing from a girl.”

“No, he wants a lot of things.”

Aunt Terri shook her head. “I can’t tell you you’re too young. When I was your age, I was already married, with Andrew on the way. But I can tell you what it’s like to be with someone for more than twenty-five years.” She reached out and took Miss French’s gloved hand. “Lacey, marriage changes you. It makes you a different person.”

She tried to pull her hand away. Janine had said the same thing and she didn’t have any more time for it now than she had then. “That’s what I want.”

Terri Woolverton didn’t let go. “Listen to me. When you marry someone, their life becomes your life. Their family is your family. I wouldn’t be your aunt if I hadn’t married your uncle.” With her other hand, she gestured to the mound of dirt. “Linda became my sister because she was Peter’s sister. Do you understand? You share everything with this person.” 

“Not all marriages are like that.” She pulled her hand free.

“What if you have children with him?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“You don’t know that. The lives you create with him, the life you build with him--that’s his life as much as it’s yours. Even if you leave him later, part of you will always belong to him.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point.” All of her wanted to belong to Mr. Gold. Forever.

Terri sighed. “And when your husband’s life is over, so is yours.”

Oh, shit. 

Blinking, Lacey turned to her aunt. “That’s not true,” she said. “Y-your life isn’t over. You’ve got plenty to--”

“Do you know your father paid for a double plot?” She cut her off. “It will be more obvious when the headstone is up. Moe has already decided he’s going to spend the rest of time by your mother’s side. That’s what you do when you marry someone, you choose who you’re going to die with--or who you’re going to live without.” 

Heat prickled in Lacey’s eyes. She wasn’t too young to think about death. If it could happen to Andrew, it could happen to her. And Mr. Gold wasn’t young at all. Was she ready to lay beside him for the rest of time? Would he even consider doing the same with her?

“We’re not dead,” she answered her own questions. “I am alive and I’m going to feel alive. That’s what Mr. Gold helps me do. Do you understand?”

“You have to think about the bad times as well as the good. The sickness and the health, the richer and the poorer.”

“Well, there won’t be any ‘poorer’ with Mr. Gold,” Miss French straightened up.  

“What about sickness?” Terri said softly. “You know what it’s like when--”

“Yes I fucking do!” she hissed. She only noticed the curse word when the widow Woolverton’s jaw clenched in shock and judgment . 

Good.

“Yeah,” Miss French went on. “I know what it’s like when someone you love gets sick. It destroys you. Slowly, day by day, doctor by doctor. And sometimes there are enough good things in between that you forget how much you’re losing, how quickly there will be nothing left. Then the person you love is gone and you’re nothing but a hollowed-out shell. An empty vessel, waiting for anything to come along and fill you up again. I know exactly what that’s like!”

To her surprise, Terri’s face softened. She reached out her hand, but Miss French stayed where she was.

“Don’t marry Gold,” she said gently. “Not yet, at least. Your mother’s only been gone two months, you just need time, sweetie.”

“I don’t want time.” Lacey’s voice broke. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore! And when I’m with Mr. Gold, I don’t.”

“That won’t last forever,” Aunt Terri said. “What will you have when being with him stops feeling good?”  

Miss French gave a halfhearted shrug. “Money, I guess. Nice stuff.”

“Money doesn’t buy happiness.” 

“No, but it can buy security. And luxury. I’ve never had those before.”

Terri shook her head. It seemed the point wasn’t worth arguing anymore. She gave a last look at Mom’s grave, then turned back to the van.

“It could also buy Chloe an ice cream bigger than her head.” Lacey chased after her. It was still possible for things to be okay, wasn’t it? “Think we could stop by Any Given Sundae before I take you guys home?”

“No,” she said, quietly but with rock-hard conviction. “And don’t ask again. What Gold gives you--it’s worse than blood money. We don’t want anything to do with that.”

If Lacey wanted to repair her relationship with her aunt--if she wanted to put forth the appearance that things could ever be normal again--she would have kept the conversation going. It would have been so easy to ask about the twisting plot of Terri’s favorite soap opera, or how Janine’s salon was going, or if the weather would ever turn warm. 

But all Miss French could do was lengthen her stride and break away. When they got back to the yellow house by the water in Old Town, she gave Chloe a big hug, and Mrs. Woolverton an icy silence. 

****

That night, Miss French was alone in Game of Thorns, studying her new copy of Vogue. Crazy to think that she might actually be able to wear some of the clothes and brands advertised here. Okay, maybe not actual Chanel or Dior or Versace, but the styles at least. She had never taken fashion seriously before, mostly because an Old Town bookworm could never have anything to do with haute couture. But Mrs. Gold would be able to wear quality stuff. She’d be able to follow the trends and buy new clothes for every season. She could look like the models in the magazines--not just beautiful but glamorous, untouchable. Completely impervious to lesser human frailties. 

Perfect.

The door opened at the front of the shop, and Lacey’s head snapped up. Officially, the store had closed an hour ago, but that didn’t matter much. She hadn’t bothered to lock the door or turn out the lights. If someone had a late-night floral emergency, she’d be more than happy to take their business. 

“Hello?” she said in her cheerful talking-to-customers voice.

“Miss French.” Mr. Gold emerged from the twisted path around the display tables. His eyes were dark and focused. Focused on her.

Fuck.

“Hi,” she breathed. “I mean, uh, good evening, Mr. Gold.”

His mouth quirked in a knowing half-grin. He came up to her behind the counter and placed a soft, hot kiss on her cheek. Then he looked her up and down, taking in her baggy sweatshirt as well as the short, tight skirt of her dress.

Without him having to say a word, she pulled the sweatshirt over her head, baring her arms up to the strappy cap sleeves at her shoulders. It was freezing in here, even with the space heater going full blast--but it was worth it to get his nod of approval.

“What a well-dressed fiancee I have.”

She ducked her head, trying to downplay the joy she knew was written on her face. “Thank you, Mr. Gold.”

He looked around the silent store. “Dare I ask what’s become of Mr. French?”

She snorted. God, it felt good to laugh. “He’s upstairs, nursing his grievances. As long as we stay on separate floors, we’re less likely to kill each other.”

He nodded. “I wondered why the lights were on.”

“Yeah, even though there isn’t that much to do. We’ve been getting orders, but ten days until V-day is too soon to start putting them together.”

Mr. Gold put his hand over hers. His black leather glove brushed against her engagement ring. “It’s eight days until our wedding.”

This time, Miss French didn’t hide her smile. “Yeah,” she said. “God, I can’t wait.”

“Is that so?” He looked pleased to hear it. “You’re not getting cold feet?”

Her feet were the only part of her that weren’t cold. Her feet and her hand where he was touching her. 

“No,” she answered softly. “I know I need to be married to you. No matter what anybody says.”

“That’s my girl.” 

He kissed her, warm and gentle on the lips. She closed her eyes and embraced the safety of his darkness. He held her arms, pressed against her. She knew better than to touch him back. All she could do was allow him to take her, invite him to claim her in every possible way.

“I have something for you,” he said when he pulled away. 

“A present?”

“Not quite.” From the inside of his coat, he pulled out a long, white envelope. He opened it and pulled out a stack of folded papers. “I need you to sign this.”

She picked up the papers from where he had set them on the counter. “Oh, so you’re finally breaking out the sex contract?”

Mr. Gold chuckled. “No, not that. It’s a prenuptial agreement.”

Lacey had heard the phrase before, but had always dismissed it as nonsense that only applied to unhappy rich people. “Aren’t those usually a bad thing?”

He shrugged. “Some might say so. From my perspective, it’s a matter of peace of mind.”

It was a very legal-looking document, full of phrases like “party of the first part” and “per annum” and “null and void.” Lacey skimmed as much as she could before she gave up. 

“What does it say?”

Mr. Gold didn’t seem annoyed by her ignorance. “In essence, it states that if our marriage dissolves, each of us will retain the assets we brought into the union.”

“What assets?” she scoffed. “I mean, sure, you have money and property, but I don’t have--oh.”

She figured it out while she was talking about it. If they got divorced, she’d have no right to any of Mr. Gold’s wealth. If she left him, or if he decided he didn’t want her anymore, she’d have nothing.

“There is an exception for the wedding present I’m going to give you.”

“Yeah?” She was still a little dazed from her revelation. “What’s that?”

Mr. Gold waved his hand around the store. “This building. As soon as we’re married, it will be in your name.”

Shock piled on shock. “What? But--my dad sold it to you.”

“Yes, I can do whatever I want with it. Soon you’ll be able to do the same.”

“Does that mean he won’t owe you rent anymore?”

“Not to me, no. Whether he owes anything to you is your decision, my dear. You could keep him on without charge, or find another tenant, or burn the place to the ground if you like. It’s entirely up to you.”

So if they got divorced, the only thing Lacey would have to her name would be the flower store she hated. Certainly a good reason to keep the marriage going for as long as she could. Plus, as long as Moe didn’t have to pay rent, he might be able to keep this place in business.

She turned back to the contract. “Anything else I need to know about?”

“There’s a section with the details of my estate plan.”

Her eyebrows raised. “You have an estate?”

“A rather large one, as it happens.” He grinned at her. “Most of it is divvied into various bequeathments to worthy causes, but I have set up a trust to ensure your upkeep in the event of my death.”

The conversation at the cemetery flashed into her mind. That was what marriage was. If she was lucky and they didn’t get divorced, she’d be with Mr. Gold until death did them part. 

“What kind of trust?” It was hard to speak loudly.

“A very modest one, I’ll admit. You won’t own the house, but you’ll be permitted to live there as long as you remain unmarried. There will be a stipend for your living expenses--that will also be cut off if you marry someone else or are similarly entangled.”

“Oh.” This was a lot to think about. Wasn’t she marrying Mr. Gold so she wouldn’t have to think anymore?

“It might seem mercenary,” he said. “But I like knowing you have no incentive to kill me in my sleep.”

She gave a hollow smile. “The thought never entered my mind.”

“No? Well, that makes you unique among the people in this town.” 

When she didn’t answer, he turned her so they were facing each other, her back against the counter. He searched her face, cold calculation in his eyes. Then, like a switch flipping, the coldness turned to fire. He spoke again and there was a rough edge to his voice.

 “Of course, there’s no limit to the thoughts that don’t enter your head.” He slammed his hands on top of hers, pinning her to the counter. “You stupid slut.”

Instantly, Miss French went hot. It was fucking magic what he did to her. Fuck, she needed this. She needed him.

“Yes, Mr. Gold,” she breathed. And it was like breathing. Obeying him, pleasing him, being whatever he told her she was--that was more precious to her than air.

Him, being his, meant more than anything else in this world.  

He kissed her wildly, groped her over her dress. His hands cut across her skin, from her hair to her ass. He sliced her open with his touch, leaving every piece of her splayed out and exposed.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, Mr. Gold.”

He had a hand between her legs now, straining against the crotch of her panty hose. With little effort, he ripped through the nylon. He clasped his hand over her underwear.

“What the hell?” he snarled. His other hand grabbed her by the jaw. He forced her to look at him. “I gave you explicit instructions to buy some decent fucking underwear. Why are you still in this cheap cotton shit?”  

“I’m sorry, Mr. Gold,” she choked on a sob. It felt good to cry. “I wanted to, but--”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already spent all my money, you whore.” His eyes gleamed as he said the word. He smiled like a laughing devil. 

Miss French pressed her legs together. 

“Just punish me,” she whispered. “Please, Mr. Gold, do whatever you want to me, whatever it takes to make this right.”

Better for him to think she was disobedient--thoughtless, stupid, greedy--than for her to face the truth. Better for him to punish her than admit she hadn’t wanted to buy lingerie from Sugar’n’Spice. Better for him to beat her black and blue than tell him she cared about the opinions of a shopgirl. Mara Trudine also knew Lacey was a whore, but she wasn’t going to laugh about it.

Mr. Gold looked around the register area, searching for some tool he could use to punish her. He settled on a ruler, metal with a corked backing. He tested the sting of it against his gloved hand.

“Your father is upstairs, you said?”

Miss French nodded.

“Very well.” Mr. Gold tapped the flat of the ruler against her bare upper arms. “Then I won’t make you scream, but I will make you cry. Do you understand, dearie?”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“I should make you take off those rags and stuff your mouth with them. That would keep you quiet no matter what I did.” 

Without warning, he flicked his wrist, swatting her bicep with the same motion he would use to kill a fly. Miss French flinched at the sudden action, but the pain wasn’t that bad. Of course not, he was just getting started. 

“I really should make you scream,” he said. Now that the punishment had begun, he didn’t seem angry anymore. That made it all the more chilling when he hit her again. “I should make you bleed for ignoring my orders.”

Miss French made a noise, fear and desire mixed into one. He hit her again. Then again and again, until she started to cry. He didn’t stop and she didn’t want him to.

This is what they didn’t see, what they would never understand. She could tell her friends and family she was marrying Mr. Gold for his money or his power, but what mattered most was his power over her. He decided if she was in pleasure or pain. He chose how she looked, how she dressed, how she carried herself. With one word, or even one movement of his eyes, he could bring her from despair to delight and back again. Nothing mattered except for him. Nothing in the world felt as real as the fact that she belonged to him, that she should be his wife.   

He hit the same spot on her arm over and over again. She could look at it. She could see the place where the bruise would be, a rectangle the same width as the ruler. First her skin went pink as roses, then it speckled with red marks, dots of blood under the surface. The red became purple and she still didn’t scream. Tears poured down, silent but messy. She shook and sobbed and felt.

When Mr. Gold was done, he offered her a handkerchief. 

“You needed that, didn’t you?”

Mutely, she nodded. She wiped away her tears and rubbed the bruise with her other hand. It was hot and tender, painful even to touch. Every stroke of her fingers was exquisite agony.

“So it wasn’t really a punishment?”

Lacey looked up at him. “W-What else are you going to do to me?”

Grinning, Mr. Gold brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Nothing,” he said softly. “I’m just leaning what makes my little fuck machine tick.”

She choked out a noise that was a laugh and a sob at the same time. “I haven’t been your fuck machine for almost a week.”

“An interminable delay, I know.” He held her chin gently, rubbed his thumb across her lips. “We’ll make up for it on our honeymoon.”

Miss French’s spirits lifted. “We’re going to have a honeymoon?”

“Of course,” he promised. “Business doesn’t let me go far from Storybrooke, but I have a cabin out by the lake. For a full week, it will just be you and me and no one around to disturb us.  I’ll be free to make you scream then.”

A feeling went through her, both a shiver and a sigh. “I can’t wait, Mr. Gold.”

He came close to her, pressing his body against hers. He laid a trail of kisses up her neck, then hissed into her ear, “Sign the prenup.”

“Yes,” she breathed. Overwhelmed by the punishment, by the nearness of him, by the enormity of all the changes that had happened in her life and the thought of more to come, Miss French had forgotten the purpose of Mr. Gold’s visit.

She fumbled around the cash register and found a cheap ballpoint pen. Mr. Gold’s name was signed in sleek black ink. She had to make do with smudged blue. It was probably the last time she would sign anything Lacey L. French. 

Good. Let that person die. Let Lacey be buried in the frozen ground with everyone else. Miss French was alive. Mrs. Gold would live life to the fullest. 

She wouldn’t let anyone stop her.

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Loth Cats

Pairing: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, The Loth Cat Warnings: An Intense Rivalry Between A Loth Cat Who Doesn't Want Things To Change, And A Territorial Shin Hati. AHSOKA SPOILERS, she/they Shin Hati, Implied sexual content, Shin thinks about getting a new rug Notes: Shin has beef with a cat Summary: "If that cat," They sneered. "Gets in my way, I will show you how low I can go," "If you hurt him, I'm gonna go find someone else to kill me, you know?" Word Count: 1,255 AO3 Link: Here!

The last time Shin had been here, she'd been an enemy, sliding her saber through Sabine's stomach.

That was unsurprisingly, not the thought on either of their minds as Sabine pressed their back into the wall beside the door. Lips found Shin's neck, hands trailed up Sabine's shirt, and a thigh pressed between their own.

The sound of small paw pads and claws on cement were the first and only warning they had before an incessant yowling had Sabine ripping away from Shin all too fast.

Their back still pressed into the door, she managed to catch sight of the dirty thing that Sabine was kneeling in front of to pet. "You missed me, didn't you," Her voice had risen in pitch as she talked to the creature, only intensifying Shin's annoyance.

"What is that?" She questioned, still breathless as she reached to fix her clothes, eyeing the cat distrustfully.

"He's my cat, a Loth Cat," Sabine offered an easy smile, this one did not bring butterflies to Shin's stomach like the others had. "His name's Nix, like, Phoenix, cuz-" A gesture to the symbol spray painted by the door had the Mercenary rolling her eyes.

"Right," The... thing, Nix, glared up at her, teeth baring as he hissed. Shin's lips pulled back into a snarl right back at the thing.

"Come on, stop," Sabine lightly smacked Shin's shoulder before the door was open. Her friends in high places must have fixed the mess Shin and Morgan's droids had dealt, with the consoles newly repaired. "Aw, look Nix, Ryder left a note," She called to the beast as it strutted in behind her, leaving Shin in the dark.

Shin stepped inside only to be met with a warning hiss from the beast, so she returned it's tone in a growl, baring her teeth to the small animal to express some kind of territory. Sabine was hers, not his. She stabbed the Mandalorian, so she got exclusive rights.

"I bet you're hungry,"

"We just ate?" Shin blinked up at Sabine from across the room, though the laugh and smile from the Mandalorian inferred that she'd been talking to the very puntable looking ragdoll.

"Talking to Nix, Kurs'kaded,"

Shin allowed themselves to fall silent as she swept around the room, nails dragging over caps to spray paint cans stacked around the corners or the art along the walls as Sabine filled a food bowl for the thing.

The sound of it's jaws crunching on the kibble grated on her nerves, though Sabine calling her beck over was enough for her to look past it.

The Mandalorian had dropped onto the edge of the small bed in the corner, urging Shin to cross the room in long strides so they could settle between her legs again.

Their fingers carded through Sabine's hair as her hands moved to the backs of their thighs, urging them to straddle their lap. It gave Shin the perfect opportunity to work her tongue into the other woman's throat, at least with the furry interruption, the heat hadn't died down entirely between them.

Pulling away just enough to start working Sabine's shirt over their head, Shin only managed to toss it to the side and lean in to smash their lips together again when Nix pressed himself between them.

"Krif, Nix! Claws!" Sabine chided, wriggling underneath Shin uncomfortably until the woman was forced to get up. Her spot was immediately taken by the little bastard, curling up in Sabine's lap with a self satisfied pur.

"Guess he missed me more than I thought?" Sabine's fingers scratched through the ratty looking fur. Why pet it when she could be petting her?

Record scratch, Shin's brows furrowed as she lowered herself into a seat near the table. Was she jealous of this thing? The house pet?

Yes, yes she was.

"So.. because this cat thing missed you..." They trailed off, an eyebrow raising in Sabine's direction.

"Sorry, Shin... I don't need him scratching my eyes out while I'm trying to eat you out,"

Huffing, Shin leveled a murderous glare at the 'snoozing' Loth Cat. "Maybe in the morning, he always goes out to hunt something, that should give us time?"

"I was unaware that your schedule was dictated by a beast that didn't even have thumbs," Shin leaned away from the hand that reached for her childishly.

"Shin," Sabine drawled with a pout, shifting Nix from her lap to follow their childish retreat. Standing, Sabine wrapped her arms around them before they could drop back onto the bench. "Come on, he's only gonna be clingy for a little bit, this is the first time I ever really left him,"

When Shin still refused to look down to meet her gaze, Sabine decided to take drastic measures. Reaching to tug one of Shin's hands away from under their arms, Sabine pressed their palm against the scar on their stomach.

It was no secret that Shin was obsessed about the mark, and weak when it came to it. Any time Sabine allowed them to see or touch it was holy.

Their eyes snapped down to watch their own thumb following the smooth circle from her blade's entry point. The skin was rough under her fingers, though she equated the feeling to rich people and their velvety satins.

Looking to Sabine for only a minute, she caught the small smirk on her moon's face. "This is low, even for you," They remarked halfheartedly.

"Yeah, well, maybe you make me want to go low," Sabine countered, taking her hand from Shin's to wrap her arms around their neck, allowing Shin's hand to slide from her front to the exit wound on her back, their other hand clamping around her hips to tug her closer.

"If that cat," They sneered. "Gets in my way, I will show you how low I can go,"

"If you hurt him, I'm gonna go find someone else to kill me, you know?"

"You are the worst," Shin pressed a chaste kiss to her lips to hers with a sigh. "Fine, I will not hurt it... but he needs to understand you are mine,"

Sabine shook her head with a laugh. "I think it's so cute that you're really beefing with a cat, now come on, the faster we go to sleep, the faster morning will come. And I'm really excited for breakfast,"

Shin allowed the Mandalorian to drag her to bed, even allowing her to take off her armor and pull her outer layer of clothes away before they laid back.

The bed was small, so with their back against the wall, Shin wrapped themselves securely around Sabine's back, legs tangling together with her nose buried in purple hair.

Waking up to a creature above her head, claws pushing into the pillows and her strewn about hair, with a loud purring in her ear was not what Shin was expecting, nor was she expecting to open her eyes to the click of a camera.

Sabine was leaning half off the bed with the datapad pointed at her to capture the picture of sleepy Shin and Nix making biscuits in her hair.

"If that goes anywhere, I will blow this tower to hell," They grumbled darkly, reaching to swat at the cat on her head. When claws cut through her forearm, she pushed herself off the mattress to glare at it. "I will cut you back, beast," She snarled, grinning and self satisfied when Nix jumped back and off the bed to hide behind Sabine's boots.

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Unspoken words

Xavier Thorpe x Female OC

Beginnings part 3

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The Golden Bugs have won, just as everyone expected them to. It didn't help Enid to feel better about it, however when Val and Yoko invited her to join their celebratory skinny dipping, she immediately went back to her giddy self - and a talkative one. Before they could shush her, Kent was at Yoko's side, asking about the details.

"No dudes allowed, sorry Kent. All girls night-out."

Val's attention however was swiftly turned from the conversation. She watched Xavier's team finally get out of their boat. His lanky posture was slumped slightly, head low as he whispered animatedly with Ajax, gesturing wildly about something. He then lifted his eyes and found hers on him, she suddenly felt heat creep up her neck. She could feel him in between her legs again, her heart picking up the pace. 

"What's wrong?" Yoko looked at her, lips pursed in a slightly worried expression. "I can feel your heartbeat in the air."

"S'nothing."

She timidly waved her fingers at him, smiling a little and then her breath hitched in her throat as she watched him turn towards her.

"Uh-huh."

She missed the unconvinced expression she gave her, too preoccupied with how Xavier was getting closer and closer to where they stood. But then she felt a hand on her elbow and she got dragged by Enid towards the school. Was it a curse or a blessing, she wasn't sure. But she was sure of one thing - for the very first time in years she might not know what to say.

***

The water was pleasantly cold on her skin as she slowly walked into the lake, her clothes discarded on the shore along with the rest. She watched in awe, how Bianca and Divina splashed their long, glittery tails, making Yoko yell in exasperation as she got drenched before she could jump in from the dock. 

The water was also her second nature, closely intertwined with her family. It was a basis for her bloodline - for the creature she was. And she felt a sting of sadness pierce her chest at this thought, as she was now treading the water with her fingers absentmindedly. Her mother's warning replayed in her mind, clear as if she stood right beside her.

You can't tell anyone who we are. People do not like our kind, even among the outcasts. They might want to hurt you if they find out. The prejudice is with us from generations and we live in a patriarchal world, do not forget that. We've been hunted since ancient times. If anyone finds out, it's gonna be trouble not only for you but for the rest of our family as well. Think before you speak. Principal Weems would only be able to cover for us if we do not let our tongues loose.

The water twirled into the air in thin, delicate flow, forming abstract shapes in front of her face as her mind flashed with the faces of her family - her mother, aunts and grandmothers. There was not a single man in her family that she knew of and supposedly wasn't there for a long time. Her own father disappeared one day, as her mother told her, not particularly saddened by the fact her husband vanished into thin air one morning.

A loud squeal made Val jump, the water dancing in the air splashed back into the lake. She didn't notice Enid right by her side and she wondered how long had she been there.

"Oh my god, what are you? You totally are a witch, right? Cuz this is magic, right? Or abilities? What are yours called? I've never seen such a cool thing, I mean, can you do bigger things with it? Or what else can you do? Can you do like my face out of that?"

Val cursed in her mind as the rest of the girls were now with them too, drawn by the sudden burst of excitement from Enid.

"Yeah, what type of an outcast are you? You've never actually told us."

This was bad. Downright, insanely bad.

"Well… I, uh, I think I might have some affinity with water? But I'm still figuring it out, to be honest. They are still quite new." She chuckled, rubbing her neck nervously.

This wasn't entirely a lie. She did still learn about herself and the powers she held - they manifested not that long ago, when she still lived in her home country. But with all the sudden move from the other side of the world left her a bit out of the circle when it came to proper education. That's why the new subject was implemented - on her mother's request. But the lie was still there, underneath the surface. She knew exactly what she was, what her family was. And she could not tell a soul.

"What about those green glints? I thought you had glitter stuck in your hair but now, seeing it up close I'm sure it isn't that." Bianca swam closer to her, her fingers brushing through Val's hair.

"It's so cool! I'd love to have sparkly hair, like, all the time!"

"This runs in my family actually. Great when you try to hide in the bushes, let me tell you this much. What about you two, do all the sirens have such an interesting eye colour?"

***

Xavier's dorm room was quiet now, him and Ajax both sitting on his bed as they mulled things over. The fact his friend was having dreams, or visions, about the girl he had never met before fucked with Ajax’s mind - and Xavier looked equally perplexed himself. They had ruled out the possibility of her jinxing him, as she did not know him before the dreams started, and from what Xavier remembered, it was somewhat around the summer break. She could even still be on a different continent back then.

“So… I think I kinda like her.” Xavier shifted, a sudden embarrassment overcoming him at hearing himself saying those words out loud. And when Ajax let out a breathy chuckle, he felt the heat spread down his neck.

“Ye, we noticed.”

“Wh- We?”

“You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, dude. And today? Whew.” Ajax wiggled his eyebrows at him. He groaned, falling back onto his bed with a flop.

“Shut up.”

“T’was quite a thing, you know.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Bet you dreamed about it in a different setting-”

“Oh my fucking god, if you don’t shut up, I swear-” Xavier moved to kick Ajax in the shin but missed, as his best friend stood up suddenly, phone in his hand. His eyes widened and a grin spread across his features.

“Check this out. Enid made Val make an Insta. Whoa, and there’s a pic from their skinny-dip already too.”

The way Xavier fumbled, hands rummaging the bedsheets for his phone, earned him another burst of laughter from his friend. Ajax then had to duck to avoid a pillow flying towards his face and it narrowly missed him.

“Fuck you then, I’m not gonna send you the username.”

“Asshole.”

He did send it. And when Xavier opened it, excited, he was sure his heart would almost jump out of his chest with the way it was banging against his ribs. His eyes roamed over the picture again, taking in every detail, every inch of her skin that wasn’t covered with a towel. Her playful expression, the one he liked seeing so much, was present on her face with her cloudy grey eyes squinting slightly at the camera. Her hair damp, hung loosely around her face in messy waves. He then let out a small gasp as he noticed the green glints in it, clear as day, captured in the photo. 

Here was his final proof. It truly was her plaguing his nights almost every single day. And it made him feel lightheaded.

“So. What are you gonna do about it?” Seeing the dazed expression on Xavier’s face, Ajax added. “About Val?”

A long, heavy sigh deflated Xavier’s chest before he answered.

“I… I honestly don’t know.”

“Whaddya mean you don’t know? You like her.”

“Yeah.” A smile crept up on his face only to falter a second later.

“So what are you waiting for?”

“Dunno. She might not like me back like that. Why would she? I mean, she could have anyone so…”

“Then make a move, bro. Before someone else does.”

“Well now look who’s talking.” Xavier bit back, swiftly steering the conversation away from him. “Have you asked Enid out already? No?”

“Fuck you, dude.”

Before he could react, his phone got snatched out of his palm and Ajax typed furiously on it.

“Hey, the hell are you doing?” Xavier’s eyes went wide with panic, as he saw the Instagram logo still on the screen. No, he wouldn’t, he couldn’t…

The way Ajax smiled made his blood run cold. He snatched the phone back from his hands and his eyes laid on the comment that wasn’t there seconds before.

. xavv whoa 😳 i’m speechless

He stared at the letters, dumbfounded. He wouldn’t be able to look her in the face next time he sees her. He needed to delete it right now, before anyone would see this-

> . 3nid_sclrr OH MY GODD

“No need to thank me.” Came Ajax’s smug voice from over the desk.

And Xavier felt a sudden, little rush of confidence, as his thumb hovered over the screen. Fuck it, he thought, and tapped the picture twice.

***

He stood in the middle of the forest again, jester costume on his body and he frowned, confused. Didn’t the Poe Cup already happen?

“Finders, keepers.” Val’s voice came to him, the odd feeling getting stronger - he felt as if this happened already. His eyes darted up and he let out a small gasp. Val stood before him in that black, tight catsuit, her eyes level with his, clutching his team’s flag behind her back. The top of it was comically hovering over her head.

Everything except her felt blurry, the edges of the forest seemed to disappear into a fog of some kind and it dawned on him - he was dreaming.

“Catch me if you can, then.”

He ran after her, leaves crunching under his heavy footfalls, excitement firing up in his stomach. He remembered what happened next. He caught her, snatching her in the middle and they both fell onto the ground, Val twisting him around and tickling him, mercilessly, as he bucked underneath her, trying to get her hands away from him. But this time, he wasn’t so adamant about getting her off of him. He waited, his breath shallow, as his body tingled with warm sparks of desire. He knew he was hard already. He remembered he was then too. And he remembered what was to come next.

He bucked his hips up, impatient, and was rewarded with her pussy pressed against his bulge. It made him moan, the delicious sensation sending heat waves through his back and chest. His eyes were wide, burning into Val’s. He gripped her thighs desperately, fingernails digging into her flesh, praying she would move like she did then. And she did roll her hips over him, making another pleasured sound come out of his throat, as his muscles tensed - he was desperate for more.

His eyes fluttered shut, afraid that the wonderful image he had before his eyes would turn into smoke if he stared too much. He waited, feeling her still pressed against him but unmoving.

“Xavier.”

His head snapped up, shocked to hear her voice, clear as day - and demanding.

“Look at me.”

His mouth fell open, blush creeping up his face as he felt her hips moving again, grinding against his hard-on, sending waves of pleasure through him. The way she looked him in his eyes, her gaze heavy and intense, caused a desperate whine to fall from his lips and he grabbed at her hips, trying to push her faster and harder against himself. In the back of his head was a nagging thought this could end any second now and he was desperate for more, desperate to get the most out of it before it ended.

“Please.” He whimpered, his cock now feeling uncomfortable in his pants.

“Please what? Use your words, Xavier.” The playful smirk on her lips made him dizzy and he felt the dream start to slowly slip away from him. His face burned with embarrassment at how his voice was going to sound out loud. But he had to do this.

“Please fuck me, Val. Please. Want to be inside you, so badly. Please.”

He had trouble focusing on her form now but stared in awe at her cunt sinking down his throbbing length, wrapping around him all the way down to the base of his dick and she rested against his abdomen with a moan that almost sent him over the edge, and he realised he could feel her more than during his previous dreams - or were they visions? But the thought flew right out of his mind when she grabbed his face and he felt his eyes roll back as she started to rock her hips against him, squeezing him so wonderfully with her fluttering hole.

“No. Look at me.”

His hips stuttered as he now could not help himself but to rut upwards, pushing himself harder and deeper inside Val, loud groans falling repeatedly from his lips. His eyes obediently trained on her face, making him feel almost bashful at how he was ordered around by her and how much he liked it. But this was just a dream. A dream that he felt was dissolving at the corners of his vision, making him blinded with burning need.

“Oh my god, Val.”

The pace now feral, he moaned out loud as he watched her bounce on his dick, wet sounds echoing in his head. Her body felt hot under his palms that groped her flesh in a feverish manner, begging silently in his head for the dream not to vanish just yet. The contours of her body began to blur.

“Eyes on me. Watch me, watch me cum. You’re making me cum, Xavier.”

“Yes, oh god, yes.”

“Xavier. Xavier, oh god, Xavier…”

His eyes wide, mouth parted, his face contorted into a pained expression as he felt the lust fire up in his core, spreading through his entire body. His sweet release was rushing to the surface, he could feel it. He was so close, he could feel her cunt was about to spasm around his length. So wonderfully close.

“Xavier.”

Her voice was weird now, almost as if doubled. His body shook slightly, despite him not feeling his muscles do that. He saw Val’s face contort into a blissful delight as she threw her head back, repeatedly impaling herself onto him.

“Xavier.”

She didn’t move her mouth, but his name repeatedly sounded inside his head. What was going on? He gritted his teeth, feeling he was about to be pushed past the point of no return, just as her pussy started clenching.

“Xavier!”

He jolted upwards with a groan, feeling the hair stick to his sweaty, flushed skin. The sheets slid off of his form, only to pool around his knees as he sat up and blinked repeatedly, the dream edging away from his eyes. He felt his cock throb, threatening to spill any second now as he still felt the faint squeezes around it and his abdomen flexed desperately.

“Xavier, are you okay? You were trashing and moaning like crazy, did you have a nightmare? Are you alright?”

Rowan looked positively frightened at the ragged breaths Xavier was now taking. Tears were prickling the corner of his eyes as he felt his tip leak, wetting the fabric of his underwear stretched over his painful erection. His roommate took in his disheveled form, his eyes finally resting at the area causing all of this issues and his skin went pale.

“Oh, fuck. I am so sorry, I didn’t kno- God, I should’ve known, should’ve, after you said her name, said Val’s name. I am so sor-”

“Rowan.” Xavier said through gritted teeth, grasping desperately at the sheet to cover his crotch as he tried to stand up. His skin burned with embarrassment and he wanted to get out of the room, to the bathroom, away from this. “Tell a soul about it and I swear I’m gonna end you.”

***

He avoided her like a plague for the next weeks, even going as far as changing his seat during the class they were paired together at. Ajax mouthed at him to get the fuck out of Kent’s space next to him every time but every time Kent did give in and went towards the empty spot at Valerye’s side. Xavier missed the surprised, yet hurt expression when he did so the first few times, as her eyes followed him to the very back of the classroom only to turn back when he got his bag on the desk. Ajax hissed something at him, the snakes following, some of them even snapping in Xavier’s direction.

“Did I do something?” She whispered towards Kent as he seated himself next to her, flashing her his perfectly white teeth. He just shrugged, shaking his head.

“He’s off lately. Don’t know what’s gotten into him, y’kno?”

When she didn’t respond, he added.

“How’r you holdin’ up?” His silver eyes scanned her face and she gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

“Okay, I guess. Just… confused, that’s all.”

Confused was a bit of an understatement at this point. He didn’t even look her in the eye since the Poe Cup ended, got up from his seat before she could even say hi most of the times, and now this. All the while he was continuously liking her pictures, every single one she posted on Instagram, watching all of her dumb little stories she made to shut Enid up. She didn’t know what to make out of this.

“Talk to him, maybe?”

“Don’t want to overstep. He’s avoiding me, so that means he doesn’t wanna talk about… whatever this is.”

The snippets of the last rooftop party they had flashed before her eyes and she felt a pang of sadness jab at her chest. When she walked over to him during the first week of his strange behaviour only to watch him turn around and walk out of the party, leaving her dumbstruck and hurt in the middle of the spot they were in.

“Hey,” the siren’s gentle voice shook her out of the thoughts, “you always have me.”

He nudged her side and smiled, only for his expression to change instantly. He leaned in, confusion etched onto his features.

“Your eyes.”

“What about them?” Val asked, equally confused.

“They’re… dark. Like, getting all weird and really, really dark.”

“What?” She snapped, picking up her phone and her face went pale with horror. Kent was right. She had to get out, now. She stood up, making the chair screech loudly and the people nearby looked at her, including Xavier.

“You okay?”

“Ye, just a-uh… this… light. Light sensitivity. Gotta go, uh, bathroom.”

She bolted out of the room, feeling faint, before anyone else would notice this and she excused herself quickly as she passed the teacher of the Foreign Beasts and Legends in the doorway. Light sensitivity? Seriously? She cursed as she went towards the restrooms.

Kent and Ajax exchanged looks and Xavier felt something was off. Even Kent did. Ajax nodded his head in silent question but Kent waved him off, mouthing ‘later’, as the teacher pulled out another schematics for them to study that day.

Xavier lowered his gaze towards his sketchbook, where the half-finished drawing of Val, sitting at the front of the class, was present before him. He noticed how her body tensed up suddenly and the hurry she was in to leave the room.

Something was seriously off.