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Like To Be You.

Chapter 2: ....Friends? Friends.

[Charles Leclerc x Singer!OC]

Summary: Charles Leclerc, one of the most successful drivers in Formula 1 and Advika Hira, one of the biggest singers in the world seemed to have it all- their dream jobs, love and support from millions around the globe and trust worthy friends. What if life gave them a chance to go back to something that had been missing in their lives?

Warnings: mention and conversations about hypothyroid.

Word count: 3.5K words.

A/N: Thank you so much for the response on chapter one and I'm so sorry for posting this one so late, I was kinda going through a bit of burnt out phase. But today being Charles' birthday makes it the perfect time to post it too :)) I've attached the link of images just incase y'all might be curious about the locations and outfits (the people in the pictures are not the face claims for this series), click on the underlined text! Also do let me know if you want to be added to the tag list <33

December 2023.

"Um, holy shit." was all that came out of Naysha's mouth when she, Ria and Advika stepped out of the car in front of the hotel where they'd been to attend a wedding of their friend.

"Yeah, the reason Nandini asked us to bring all those clothes is making sense now. This is going to be one big Indian wedding." Ria said, referring to the list they received from the to be bride as Advika spoke to one of the hotel staff.

"This is the place where Aditi in Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani had her wedding na?" Advika joined, referring to a character of the movie that the three girls adored.

"It is. Holy shit, we're attending a wedding in The Oberoi Udaivilas." Naysha lets out a chuckle of astonishment.

"I think this is going to be the best part of our break." Ria tells, an excited and happy grin appearing on her face.

"Same, I haven't been to a wedding in so long." Advika tells in excitement and then they hear the sound of Ria's name being called from the back.

"Lando?" Ria called out, looking baffled as they recognised the McLaren driver stepping out of a taxi with his teammate Oscar Piastri. And from the back seat, Pierre Gasly stepped out with...... Charles and his mother.

Advika mentally groaned as she thought frantically about ways to hide in a hotel lobby. Charles and her did end their relationship with no bad feelings, but she didn't want to be around him yet. Not when she wasn't over him or the time they'd spent together.

"You guys are here for a vacation?" Ria asked after giving Lando a hug and going towards Oscar, since she worked with both of them.

"A wedding actually, the groom is in the Formula 1 organising team so he invited a few drivers and team members that he's close to." Oscar explained as he pulled Ria into a hug, a big grin spreading on his face which was returned by her.

"I didn't realise Ni's fiancee was close to the drivers too." Advika mumbled in confusion. "Also, you aren't going to give Lando a hug and greet him?" she whispered in Naysha's ear.

"What do you mean?" Naysha replied, feigning annoyance although the colour of her cheeks said something else.

"Ria told me that the both of you always have your eyes on each other." Advika said, grinning.

"I'm being professional." Naysha huffed. "I don't understand how Piastri and Ria can gush around each other so easily despite being in the same team."

"Look I don't want to push you into anything that you don't feel comfortable doing, but I'm pretty sure Lewis wouldn't mind if Lando and you got together or anything. You know he's very fond of both of you."

"Of course he won't, Lewis is the nicest boss anybody could have but...." Naysha just shrugged and Advika let it go, not wanting to force her into a rush of confusions and emotions.

"Hey Advika....how are you?" Charles asked, giving her a friendly smile. Naysha and Ria gave him a wary look, worried because they knew that their best friend hadn't been over the break up yet.

Friendly exes it's going to be.

"I'm alright, how are you?" she asked, returning a small smile.

"I'm good." he nods his head "Winter break has been great so far."

"That's nice...Lorenzo and Arthur haven't come?" she asks, remembering how she got along well with the Leclerc brothers, always having a happy smile in their company.

"They couldn't make it, Enzo has some work related to his business and Arthur has some work with the team. Mama joined me because she wanted to visit India and be here at least once." Charles explained.

"I hope you're liking it in here." Advika asks Charles and his mother. The Indian GP stopped ten years ago which meant that this was their first visit to the country.

"It's a beautiful country, I'm glad I came here." Pascale says, pulling Advika into a hug "I saw that you're taking a break from music? Is everything alright?" she asked Advika concernedly, referring to her recent announcement of a break from the music industry related work and social media for the half of next year.

"I just thought it'd be the best after working non-stop. Six months will be enough Pascale, I'll be alright." Advika assured her with a comforting smile. She always made her feel comfortable and safe, which was one of Advika's favourite things about being around Charles' family.

"The break was a good decision, you definitely need it. Touring for more than a year is a lot." Charles commented and Advika wondered if he was telling it out of concern or taking a dig at the cause of their breakdown and then reminded herself to stop overthinking. They broke up anyways, what was the point of wondering too much about a bond that was already lost?

"Pierre, hey." Advika said after making eye contact with the French driver.

"How are you Advika?" Pierre asked her, giving her a smile and offering a side hug, which she accepted. Pierre and her weren't really close, but they met a few times since he was Charles' closest friend on the grid. So it was safe to say that they considered each other as good friends.

"I'm doing good, great season by the way." she said, her thoughts immediately flew to not being able to watch Charles winning the WDC and the guilt seeped in for the umpth time in the past month.

"It was." he agreed with her, noticing that the smile on her face has disappeared and she was deep in her thoughts after the mention of the recent season.

"Hey hello, I'm finally here." a bubbly voice from the back interrupted their conversation, making Advika turn in recognition. Nandini, their friend who was the bride had finally made it to the lobby to greet them.

"Andddd the bride's finally here." Naysha cheered as she joined Ria and Advika, pulling Nandini into a hug.

"I'm so sorry for keeping y'all waiting here, guests have been coming so I have to just show them to their rooms and all that. The whole room arrangement has been a mess." Nandini groaned.

"It's all right, besides we had them for company too." Ria refers to the Formula 1 drivers.

"Uh, also there's a bit of an issue." the bride to be tells hesitantly.

"What happened?" Naysha asks her. Nobody liked it when a person to be wed was worried at the time of their wedding.

"One of you might have to share a room with somebody else, is that alright?" she asks them.

"I mean, as long as it's somebody we know and are comfortable with, it's alright I think." Advika tells, Ria and Naysha agreeing with her.

"Hey guys." Nandini's fiance interrupted their conversation, standing next to Nandini "Uh Naysha, I just spoke to the F1 guys and Oscar said that Lando and you are familiar with each other's company so would you be alright with sharing a room with him?"

Oh- so Oscar knew about it too.

"Uh-" Naysha said hesitantly, confused between being professional and not wanting to cause the couple a worry "yeah it's alright, I'll do it." she agreed, making Ria and Advika exchange a knowing smirk.

"Thank you so much Naysh." Nandini squealed, giving her a grateful hug and replied with an "it's no big deal."

"Also the engagement party starts at eight tonight, I hope y'all will be following the dress code for the festivities." Nandini reminded them of her very on point planning.

"Don't worry, I don't think anybody would've forgotten it after the billion times you insisted about it in the group chat." Advika teased her.

"Also The Oberoi Udaivilas? You've scored damn well." Ria tells her as Nandini led their way to the rooms.

"I guess I did." Nandini told with a happy and dreamy look on her face. "Naysha, that would be your and Lando's room, I think he's already in so you could just knock the door. Ria and Advika, this is your room." Nandini said and left in a bit, having to finish a few more arrangements.

"Have fun Naysha." Ria tells Naysha with a teasing grin and Advika gave her a thumbs up. The both of them received the middle finger as a response from Naysha making them crack into laughter.

Later that night.

Nandini and her fiancee planned a dress code for each festivity for the wedding, which the guests had been informed about and for the engagement, the women could wear a saree whereas the men in a buttoned up shirt and formal black jeans.

"I look so freaking short." Advika whined, turning around to her back side to look in the mirror. "But I didn't expect this colour would suit me though." she added, referring to the tea green coloured saree that she was wearing.

"It's not a bad thing, you still look cute so don't worry." Ria told in hopes of making her feel better about herself.

"Thanks, it's just that I really like how beautiful sarees are but it just makes short people look like Minions, as if we aren't short as hell already." Advika mumbles in annoyance.

"You say it like it's a bad thing, Charles is going to regret his decision which he sees you tonight, you're a mixture of pretty and cute." Ria tells her and Advika shoots a thankful smile in response.

"And you look stunning by the way, I'm sure Oscar won't be taking his eyes off you tonight. What's going on between you and him by the way?" Advika asked, her eyebrow raised in curiosity. Ria put on a saree which had a seaform green blouse with a transparent material draped over her shoulder.

"Um, nothing. Just two people in the same team, that's all." Ria replied quickly, a red tint forming on her cheeks.

"Sure it's nothing." Advika told suspiciously "You both never stop smiling around each other though, it's cute."

The sound of Advika's phone ringing stopped her from going on about what she noticed between her best friend and the McLaren team driver, the sight of Charles' name of the Caller's ID surprising her.

"Charles?" she said after taking the call "Is everything alright?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm sorry if I disturbed you." he told awkwardly.

"No it's alright, you weren't disturbing me." she shrugged it off and the awkwardness he felt before calling her came down.

"Yeah so, my mum thought of getting into the atmosphere of the wedding so she wants to follow the dress code that the couple chose." he started explaining "But well, she doesn't know how to wear a saree." The way he pronounced the name of the Indian outfit with his accent brought a smile on her face.

"Do you want me to help her drape the saree?" she completed his sentence.

"Yes, I think she really needs that because the both of us obviously don't know how to." he sighed and the smile on her face widened because she could imagine the clueless look on his face.

"Sure, I'm almost ready. I'll be there in a few minutes." she tells him and he cuts the call after telling a grateful "thank you".

"Are you sure this whole friendly exes thing is going to go well?" Ria asks her, having a fair idea of what their conversation was.

"I honestly have no idea." Advika sighed, putting on the jhumka on her ear "But it won't be for a long time, just for this wedding and if we have any Armani related work that's it. I think I'll be able to handle that."

She left the room to head towards Charles' and Ria's question stayed on her mind. Would she really be able to handle the whole friendly exes situation? She had the habit of getting attached to people easily and then getting detached from them always took a millennia. Being around Charles definitely wouldn't make it easier.

"Hey, thank you so much for helping her. She really wants to wear it so I couldn't disagree." Charles started rambling as soon he opened the room's door.

"Charles, I don't mind helping her drape the saree, it's totally fine. You don't have to worry that you disturbed me." she tells him and he nods his head.

"You look beautiful, by the way.” he tells, taking in the sight of her appearance which made her cheeks turn red.

"You too, I mean- you look great." Advika complimented him back. A shirt tucked in with a pair of formal jeans always looked good on him.

“Hello Pascale.” Advika heads towards the blonde woman, giving her a warm smile.

“Advika! You look so pretty chère, I’m sorry if we disturbed you today.” Charles' mum said, returning the smile.

“Oh, not at all. I think it’s really sweet that you want to go along with our traditions, I love the colour of your saree by the way.” she says, referring to the blue saree with some design work at the ends that Charles mum chose for herself and she started unfolding the cloth so as to start draping it.

“I’m glad I asked Charles to call you for help, draping a saree is actually quite complicated.” Pascale told, while Advika was on her knees trying the fold the stiff cloth in the right way as Charles stood in the corner of the room and watched them get along quite well with one another.

“It actually is pretty hard.” Advika agreed with a light chuckle “I remember watching my mother draping it for occasions like this in the family and didn’t want to wear one after growing up because she used to struggle with it a lot But she insisted that I watch and learn because she knew I’d need it after growing up.” she said with reminiscent smile on her face.

“Mothers always know what their kids need, no matter how much they deny it.” the Monegasque woman said, giving Charles a knowing look which went unnoticed by Advika, who had all her attention on the saree.

The sound of Advika's phone ringing cut their conversation and Charles, who was standing near the table where her phone was kept gave a look asking if he could check who it is, since she was still bent down and busy with the saree cloth in her hand, she nodded at him.

"It's Vinaya." he said, showing the screen which had her manager's name on the Caller ID. A confused look came up on Advika's face about how she would talk to her manager, considering she only called if it was something important regarding her work.

"Would you be okay with the call being on speaker?" Charles asked her, indicating that he'd hold the phone near her on speaker so that she could talk and get the saree draping done at once.

"Yeah, that would be alright. Thank you." she said and he came closer, attending the call and switching it on speaker.

"So, your blood test reports came in." Vinaya immediately started and Advika noticed a look of worry appear on Charles and his mother's faces and an addition with Charles looking at her questioningly.

Advika froze, she'd totally forgotten about the blood test she took yesterday at Mumbai before travelling to Udaipur for the wedding. She'd been feeling too tired every day ever since her tour ended and thought it'd be a good idea to find out what was wrong.

"Can we talk about this later please?" Advika asked weakly, not wanting Charles and his mother to hear it. She wouldn't be able to bear the sympathy she'd get, Pascale already seemed to be very worried about Advika taking a break from her work.

"I know you're busy at the wedding so I'll take just two minutes. Alright, so your hypothyroid has gotten way too worse, because of your very messy sleep schedule, stress and food intake during the tour." Vinaya rambled on "So I've fixed an appointment with your nutritionist which will be in the morning tomorrow. I know you're at your friend's wedding now but I'm not going to hear a no for this because you need to start working on your TSH levels before it affects your health even more than it already has."

"I wasn't going to tell a no, don't worry I'll talk to the doctor." Advika tells, letting go of a shaky breath. She did not want to face the tiredness and the disturbed sleep hypothyroid brought in, not again after all the struggle in her teen years "and could we please talk to the tour manager team too tomorrow, I want to make some changes about making the schedules" she said as she inserted a safety pin through the saree cloth, the last request bringing a smile on Charles' face who was glad that she was finally giving herself the first priority. He hated seeing the extreme tiredness on the face because of the tour, right when they started dating, during the video calls and short meets and all the way until their last conversation.

"Of course and please don't forget the appointment with your nutritionist tomorrow." her manager reminded her and then cut the call, making Advika take a sigh of relief.

"And it's done, you look amazing. I hope the saree is comfortable enough for you?" she asked, pretending as if the conversation with her manager never took place.

"It is, thank you so much for helping me dear." Pascale replied and Advika nodded her head, showing that there was no need to thank her.

"I think I'll leave now, Ria and Naysha might be waiting for me at the hall." Advika said, wanting to leave there. She'd already faced a lot of sympathy from people because she lost her parents. She appreciated their emotions but the eyes filled with pity was something she couldn't handle, it made her uncomfortable. And she could already see it in Pascale and Charles' eyes, so leaving would be better than starting a conversation about her health.

Thankfully she understood and let Advika go. A few steps away from the room, Advika heard the familiar voice of Charles calling her and she turned back to see him approaching her.

"Charles." she responded, wondering why he called her.

"You never told me you were suffering from hypothyroid." he told her, heading straight to the point.

"It's not a big deal-" she tried to shrug it off.

"It is, it literally requires life long medication and even sucks out all your energy. Not to mention it also doesn't let you sleep." he went on about the chronic disease.

"How do you know all this?" she couldn't help but express her surprise.

"I just checked about it on Google but seriously though, why didn't you tell me about it?"

"I had it in control then, trust me. It just got really shitty and unhandleable because of my tour schedule. Besides you already had a lot to worry about." she said referring to the F1 season "I didn't want you to have another thing to worry about."

"You were my girlfriend, I wouldn't have minded worrying about you." he looked at her in concern and Advika just sighed in response.

"It doesn't matter now anyways." she weakly said, wanting the conversation to end. How could he break up with her and just say caring words like it means nothing?

"Just because things between us went down doesn't mean I don't care about you Vika." he looked at her softly and it took everything in her to not melt into it.

The last thing needed right now was not being able to let go of her feelings for somebody who let go of her.

"I- I need to go." she fretted and hurried towards the hall where the engagement was taking place. She spotted Ria and Naysha standing in one of the corners and went towards them.

"Advi, are you okay?" Naysha asked her in concern after noticing the tense look on her face.

"Yeah, I just got worried thinking I was late. You look amazing by the way, how did Lando let you get out of your room?" Advika teases her "also, the sarees you and Ria are wearing are similar." commenting about the saree that she was wearing. It was similar to Ria's, a flamingo pink sparkly blouse with a transparent material draped over.

"Haha, you're so funny." Naysha rolled her eyes playfully. "Oscar hasn't stopped giving her heart eyes ever since she came in."

"Told ya." Advika gave Ria a teasing grin.

"I think this trip is going to change our love lives." Naysha suggested.

"Speak for yourself, I'm single at the moment." Advika said with her eyebrows raised.

"With the way Charles is looking at you, I highly doubt that." Ria commented and confusion arose.

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☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate it if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is pinned to my page if you wish to see more☽☽☽

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Black!oc

Warnings: Explicit sex, it’s on the softer side(eh sorta) either way MINORS DNI

Tags: @cardierreh15 as Cardíerre Lane

Genre: Drama

Word count 3k

Chapter five

I couldn't believe my own sister is working for one of Gotham's biggest threats. It's only been a few hours since Batman left Selina, and I at my house.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone Ms. Gordon." Were Batman’s parting words, as if he knew I wanted to go back to that club that night, and ask more questions.

"Please, will you sit the hell down, you're making me dizzy" Selina stretched out on my couch, Batman left her with me either as a means to keep eyes on me, or incase some crook from the party decided to follow me home.

"You have to train me." It was meant has a demand, but it came out sounding like I was begging her, and I was. Selina is the best fighter I knew, aside from the night prowler himself. And there is no way in hell Batman is going to train me to fight.

"I don't have to do anything." She turned over on her side so that her back is now facing me. My eye's then shifted to the hallway the connected to my bedroom. Silently I walk off in that direction, upon entering the bedroom I feel a sense of guilt bubble in the pit of my stomach. I really shouldn't be using my dead mothers jewelry as a bargaining chip, but I needed Selina's help. She doesn't do anything for free unless it directly benefits her, a quality that I hated most, but I choose to ignore Sel's selfishness.

"You like diamonds don't you Selina?" Like the sly cat she is, her head peaked up in interest, she watched me with one eye open.

"If you help to train me, and I mean really train me, I'll give you this diamond necklace as payment." I offered, Selina's eyes slanted as she watched me with scrutiny etched across her face.

"What makes you think I can't just swipe it from you without you knowing, and still won't help you?" She questioned me, and Selina is right. She could steal the clothes off my back and I wouldn't even know it was her.

"Because you don't like doing things the easy way, you like your challenges, and since I have zero athleticism. You'd have to train me from the ground up." I tried to reason with her, but her facial expression is unreadable.

"Batty won't like it." Selina stood from her seat on the couch, making her way over to me.

"I won't tell, if you won't." I whispered, though that in itself felt like a bad idea, and I always have this feeling he's always watching me.

"Ohhh, look at you already keeping secrets from your boyfriend tsk, tsk. It's a deal, meet me at this address at least 3 times a week. Make sure you're wearing Black, and heels. I have two rules: don't ask, and don't complain. Are clear on that?" Selina is already half way through my threshold when I nodded my head in reply. She waved a hand at me, then disapeard into the dark night,

Four days later-

If it's one thing I hated the most, it's public attention, and I'd rather be on a yacht sipping champagne. I'd rather be anywhere than here, but Bruce made me promise to come, and be his date for my fathers ceremony. Ten years as a police detective, and always protecting the people of Gotham.

My father deserved more than the trash talking his own force gave him, even the mayor would join in every once in a while to speak how passionately he disagreed with Jim Gordons way of doing things. In true Gordon fashion, he didn't give a damn what those people thought; if it were up to them, Gotham would have fallen to the deepest depths of hell.

"We want to congratulate Jim Gordon for always putting his life on the line, and being the hero this city needs. Today we give you the key to the city of Gotham, and declare this day Jim Gordon day." The Mayor spoke proudly into the mic, I sat next to Bruce, who would brush his knee against mine every now and then. He would continue the small action until I returned the notion, we would have held hands, but the media already swarmed us when we arrived together an hour ago.

We couldn't talk about anything other than the mundane topics, everyone had their ears, and cameras ready for anything to happen between me and Bruce. It's sad really because this day is supposed to be about my father, but like always the press want's something more drama driven.

"Alright, hold you applauds, I have another announcement to make. The votes have came in early this year, and I was going to wait till elections day to announce this. Congratulations Commissioner Chief Gordon!"

The whole room filled with gasp, and whispers at the revelation of this new information. For a moment my father, and I made eye contact. I knew something was wrong, most of the people in office hated him, why would they all of a sudden vote him in as Commissioner?

Instantly cameras started clicking away, reporters shouting on top of each other to get their questions answered. It was complete chaos.

"Are you and Bruce Wayne official?" One reporter jumped out at us as we tried to make an escape, on the other side of the room my father was being swarmed by more camera's and questions. I looked back at him, a silent question of me begging if I can leave now. To which he nodded his head, and turned back to the journalist.

"Yes we are officially...annoyed." I answered with a roll of my eyes, to my left Bruce coughed trying to cover his laughter.

"We heard from a source that you too are being seen going out to restaurants." Another reporter shouted over the crowd, I eyed her for a second, even I knew that was a fucking lie.

"Who are you? What's your name?" I asked, trying to get a better view of the woman, she pushed through the crowd of rowdy photographers, and made her way to the front. She had a fire in her eyes that is undeniable, but unfortunately for her I've been dealing with reporters, and journalists long before she had this job.

"Cardierre Lane, reporting from the Daily Planet ma'am." She spoke proudly, a man behind her with a button up shirt tucked neatly in his dress pants, and thick black framed glass. He looks a bit dorky, but according to Bruce, he seems to be more than what meets the eye. I’m not sure what he meant by that, more secrets, and lies Bruce tells me. He told me his name is Clark Kent.

"Well, I'm sorry you came all this way to Gotham to find out that your sources are wrong. Bruce Wayne, and I are friends. Our closeness that you may see is from having a camaraderie since childhood as most of you know, our parents knew each other well. Now I'll only say this once, the next time any if you decide to harass me or Mr. Wayne...I"Il suit." They all scrambled to write down my words, and then Clark stepped forward.

“Well, do you also speak for Mr. Wayne now…or is he still competent? And what about all the money that Mr.Wayne is spending on military grade weapons? I mean…is there something coming to Gotham that we should be worried about?” It’s Cardíerre’s turn to stifle a laugh as she stood beside her partner.

Bruce stepped forward, a small grin on his lips, and I knew he was going to embarrass this man.

“Competent enough to buy the Daily Planet so that you, and your pestering journalist may never report any of my personal life again…competent enough to go buy that old Kent farm so that every dime you make from all those husk of corn come straight to my pockets, and into Gotham city. I mean after all the orphanage could use some new paint.” Bruce spoke quietly so that only Clark could hear, and he said it all with a smile on his face. A dark look washed over Clark’s face when Bruce mentioned his home, though I know Bruce would never do something like that. Clark took the threat seriously, and chose to back off. The rest of the reporters had lost interest in us as they sped off to go find other positions to nag.

"Ms. Gordon, I didn't mean to offend you. It’s just you, and Bruce Wayne are the biggest names I’ve gotten in a while.

"You know there’s a new Commissioner up there, there’s all sorts of politicians. Don’t you ever get tired of the gossip column Ms. Lane? Here’s something about us to put in your paper. We both dedicate a lot of our time to this city, I volunteer all of my time to the children in the orphanage. Bruce helped to create rehabilitation programs for homeless veterans, and families. I’ve read a lot of your work…you’re better than this.”

When I was done, Cardierre's brown eyes had softened, regret flashed across her face. I turned swiftly, and walked off, I could hear Bruce throw her a sympathetic, "it's not you, she doesn't like anyone." He mumbled, and followed behind me out the doors.

"I really hate public events, they give me the ick" I huffed out, a soft downpour of rain, and cloudy grey skies to complete my mood. Bruce wordlessly lifted an umbrella over my head, as we stood and waited for Alfred to bring the car around. From the corner of my eye I could see how Bruce's lips had turned up at the corners, a faint smirk creeping onto his lips. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, I knew he was teasing me in his own quiet way. That's how close we got, using each other's mannerisms as code when around strangers.

Soon enough Alfred pulled around the corner, he got out to open the back door for me, and Bruce passed off the umbrella to Alfred so not a drop of rain got on me. Bruce ran to the other side of the car, and slid into the backseat next to me. We drove off in silence, Bruce reached for my hand once we were a few feet away, and my body instantly molded into his. I had been dying for more than a knee tap all day.

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Upon entering the Wayne home, Bruce pulled me in the direction of his room. It's been a while since I've been in it, it's dark as always, and the bed is untouched. I walked over to his dresser, some old toys from his childhood, a picture of him, and his family when he was a little boy, and a singular picture of me. I don't remember taking this, but I looked a bit younger, happier, more vibrant. I hadn't realized I changed so much, now I wear schemes of browns, tans, and anything flesh tone. I wanted to blend in, I had become depressed for some reason I cannot remember.

Bruce pulled me down on the bed with him, I kicked off my shoes at the door, and now sat on my knees barefoot in front of him. My fingers find their way to the back of his neck, and my fingers lace through his dark brown hair. He closed his eye enjoying the feeling of my nails scraping against his scalp. Finally after a whole day of strangers cramping our personal space, it was just us. Bruce's hands slowly crept around my waist pulling me in closer to him, he rested his forehead against my stomach.

"I'm sorry you had to be my human shield today." Bruce murmured, his breath hot against my lower abdomen. I sank down to his level, a smile finding its way onto my lips,

"Was I at least a good one?" I asked giggling, without warning, Bruce pressed his lips to mine, shocked at first, I soon softened when his unoccupied hand ran up my leg, past my knee, and between my thighs. My breath hitched in my throat, Bruce hadn't been this

bold in quite a while, only stepping onto the line, but never over it. I forgot how good it felt for him to touch me like this, to caress me with his fingers, and he always knew where to touch despite me never telling him.

"Bruce," I moaned, I was hungry for more of his touch, this simply is not enough.

I open my legs wider to grant him access he never needs to ask for, Bruce's hand moved up my thigh, and teasingly drew circles over the thin fabric that covered me. His thumb pressed over my aroused clit, and a low whine comes rom me as I wished to feel the pad of his thumb instead of the silk fabric between us.

"I love you Nina, I love everything about you, I've loved you since the moment we met in that police station, two unlucky kids, and on that darkest night, you were the light that shined my way home." Bruce quoted some poem I couldn't remember right now, especially not when his fingers had slid past my panties, and I could finally have that skin to skin contact I craved so badly.

His long fingers slipped into my rose, and his thumb simultaneously messaging my little bud in a circular motion. I moaned, and cried as his finger continued to work me, my hips flex against him, and when Bruce pulled his hand away I thought I did something wrong.

"You're perfect Nina, but I want to see your perfectness in the flesh, so that I can treat you properly." Bruce's voice still had a soft careful tone, as if he'd scare me away if he spoke too loud. I stood up in front of him,

and undid the buttons at the front of my dress. I pulled the top half past my shoulders, and down my breast. I had to tug a little to get it past my hips. It fell down the rest of the way, Bruce then stood, and kneeled on a knee behind me cutting his height down by half.

"Do they hurt to come off?" Bruce asked, his eyes flickering to my nipple covers I wore for the dress, and I shook my head wordlessly, suddenly forgetting how to talk.

"Um, they're the suction kind...y-you just pull them off." My breathing hitched as his fingers lazily grazed my wetness again, and with his other hand, he gently removed the rubber. His large hand reaches up to cup my breast in his palm, and brings it to his mouth.

Bruce's tongue flicks out, he licks over my darkened areola, and nipple all in one swipe. Soon after, he sucks my breast into his mouth, and enters two fingers into me.

"Yes, mmm huh, that feels so good baby." I tried not to moan too loud, Bruce did have maids working this afternoon, but the way he worked his fingers, and mouth on me...i'm not sure how much longer I could hold it in. I was on the edge of a much needed orgasm,

when he pulled away again, I stomped my foot in complaint, and whined a little.

"Don't complain, now be a good girl, and lay back." Bruce shushed me with a finger over my lips, and though I had the urge to argue back, I obeyed him anyway. I laid back, and rested on my elbows, my breast falling to opposite sides of my chest. I watched as Bruce unbuttoned his shirt, threw off his undershirt, and tossed them both carelessly to the floor. I bit my lip as my eyes studied his bruises, a habit my brain has yet to kick. He never tells me the stories behind those scars...not the truth anyway.

Bruce hovered over me, his breath fanning over my face, and his hands caressing me. There has always been such darkness to him , it usually looms in the background, but I can see it clear as day now.

“I want you to move in with me.." Bruce whispered, he was not asking, but I decided to refuse just to see how he'd react.

"No." I said, a playful grin on my lips, his own pink lips mirrored mine. His hand traced a trail from my thigh, up my hip, and between my breast. His hand comes to rest casually around my neck at first, but when my hips bucked towards him, Bruce took that as a sign to continue. His grip tightens around me, not enough to completely stop my breathing, but just enough to make me struggle. Despite his emotional softness, Bruce is quite capable of killing anyone with his bare hands.

"Move in with me Nina." Bruce commanded again. My back arched inward, and his thigh is nuzzling between my legs. The fine fabric is a bit rough in contrast to the velvet softness of my own vagina.

Bruce lifts me up by my neck, and brings my face closer. His eye's a stormy grey, and that's when an image flickers in my head. It's only for a second, but I could have sworn it was Batman's masked face that I saw. That couldn't be, it must have been from all the time that we spent together. The thought melts away, when Bruce slams me down into the soft blankets, and sheets of his bed.

"Do it again." I grinned, I burst out into a fit of giggles. It doesn't last long when Bruce pressed his lips to mine, and swallowed any laughter I had left. His lips then moved down to my neck where he pressed right over my main artery, and a rush of blood pulses through me making me feel temporally light headed. He continued his kisses down to between my breast as he places multiple kisses in between, and underneath my chest. He kissed my soft, slightly pudgy tummy, and kissed the stretch marks on my hips and thighs.

Bruce pulled back my legs, and spread my moistened lips with his fingers. His tongue flicks over my clit a few times before he digs his tongue, and face between my pussy lips. Every once in a while I could feel his nose bump against my clit making it throb a little; my fingers dug themselves into his chocolate loc’s, I'm now thankful he hadn't cut it, I look down to see those same stormy eyes looking back at me, a deep dark hunger I've never seen before now. Bruce pulls away, slides two fingers in me, and sucks my clit into this mouth.

"Fuck me Brucy please, fuck that feels so good.” I begged, my voice deep, and lustful. Without wasting a second, Bruce pulled away again, and pulled his pants down. Along with his underwear, he tossed them to the floor in a random direction. His long shaft hung a bit, and as he lowered himself over me again, his tip rubbed up against my belly button. My vagina clinched around nothing in response to this small action, it's been so long since we last had sex, but I wanted to be stretched just for him.

"Go slow...please." My arms wrapping around his neck, he took my hand bringing my knuckles up to his lips, and kissing them. Then he pressed his lips to mine, and at the same time he slowly pushed into me at my request.

My moans were muffled by his mouth, and my own natural juices making his entrance effortless. Bruce filled me up all the way to his base, and he stayed like that waiting for me to adjust more to him. He moans softly almost like a sigh of relief, as he continued to pump in, and out of me. His hips rocking in an upward motion making everything down between my thighs ache with pleasure.

I could no longer hold in my whines of pleasure, as I praised Bruce in his ear, his lips marking me wherever he could reach in the current position. His hips crashed into me a bit harder, and little by little we ended up on the other side of the bed. Having to switch positions, I climbed on top of him, his tip hitting in the perfect spot, and I swore I could have come right there. I held on as long as I could while ridding Bruce with every ounce of my energy. His hands gripped both my butt cheeks apart as I bounced on top of him, the weight of me coming down on him making his bed creak, but I couldn’t stop now when I was so close. Bruce's breathing ragged as he growled out my name, as we both came closer to our end, his voice had fallen to a soft moan, as if begging me to finish.

"Bruce.

"Nina."

We both called to each other in unison, Bruce, and I both released into each other. My own creaminess spilling all over me, and his thickness. Soon after his hot stickiness shot into me, and filled me up. Bruce flexed his hips upward into me a few times, mixing our natural nectars together.

"You know I'm on birth control right?" I joke, but still on top of him,

"Doesn't matter, there's always one." He smirks. It's not like we haven't talked about kids before, but we always spoke about future tense. There's no way in hell we could raise a kid in a city like this.

After he cleans us both up, Bruce cracks a window to let some fresh air in, a cool breeze dances through. A sign that fall is settling in, and summer is about to be long gone. We both lay there enjoying each other's space. Soon I fall asleep, dreaming of both Bruce, and Gotham's Prince of Shadows.

a/n: i just imagine battinson bruce wayne as a soft dom if that makes sense. i hope you all enjoyed this, and pls reblog and leave comments.

#black!oc oasis #mini series #headcannonxgalore #bruce wayne x oc #battinson!bruce wayne x reader #battinson #bruce wayne x black!reader #the batman fanfic #dc universe #clark kent

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romanarose · 2 years

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Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: chapter 5

My ongoing Steven Grant X FEM!OC fic

Chapter 4 : Chapter 6

Masterlist here

Can be read as a one shot if you use context clues

The response on these had been great! I can't believe someone asked to be on a tag list for something I wrote. I used to write crappy fanfiction in high school but could never focus long enough to actually write anything more than 3 chapters, I guess being on psych meds really helps things, huh?

You can also follow me on AO3 at Romana_rose and Wattpad at romana7rose. Can anyone guess where Romana Rose comes from? Hint: it has to do with this chapter!

Steven and Sam go on a cute date. Fluffy. Nothing bad happens. A little Marc and Sam in the end of this chapter.

Only warnings I can think of is smoking, a lil depression talk and maayybbbeee talking about having kids/if they want kids? Just incase.

Steven was waiting outside Sam’s work to take her on a surprise date. The date wasn’t the surprise, he was always conscious of Sam’s busy schedule. No, the surprise was where. As he walked up to the door, he passed the outside play area and saw Sam running around with a bunch of young children. He didn’t want to be the creepy man watching a playground, but she was captivating. She didn’t notice him for a while and just ran around playing tag, care free. Sam was a very energetic person in general; all giggles and running across the street and loud laughter. However, there was something different about interacting with the kids, there just wasn’t a sign of sadness, she wasn’t burdened with her past or anxieties of the future. She was in the moment. A small child fell, and Steven watched with pride as Sam dropped the game, gently telling the other kids to keep playing as she went to comfort the crying girl. She took the girl in a hug and asked if she was hurt anywhere. The little girl mumbled no, but Sam didn’t invalidate her “Oh that’s alright, would you like to sit with me for a little while we cool off?” the girl nodded. When Sam picked her up, she noticed Steven and waved, “I’m off, just give me a few minutes, I’m so sorry, I got caught up”

“Oh no worries! I’ll be up front, take your time” He smiled at the crying little girl in her arms “It’s a bit of a crisis right now, innit?”

“Yeah” Sam laughed “But I think we’ll be okay.”

“I’ll see you in a moment” As Steven walked away, he heard the girl ask if that was Sam’s boyfriend. He smiled when he heard Sam laugh and say yes. They hadn’t officially said they were dating, but Steven spent every available day with her. He didn’t know if he was supposed to actually ask her to be his girlfriend. Marc said no, but Steven thinks Marc did things a little differently. He supposed Marc was right about this one.

Steven kept thinking about seeing Sam with the kids. Did she want kids? Steven hadn’t thought much about it. He had always said ‘maybe in the future’ but he was 35 now and he was still just a gift shop worker. Plus, there was the small bit about Marc. How is he supposed to raise a kid with all that? Not that Marc was bad, Steven loved Marc, he adored Marc. Marc and Layla could’ve been good parents if it wasn’t for… well, a lot of things. But life circumstances aside, Marc would’ve been the most kind, loving, understanding father a child could have. Cool as hell too. Marc took care of Steven, and having a kid probably could’ve been very healing for Marc after his brother. Maybe Marc would be a little over protective, but that wasn’t the worst thing a parent could be. But Steven and Moon Knight would’ve thrown a wrench in parenting. And Marc probably would throw a wrench in parenting for Steven. How do you explain this to a child? And he couldn’t ask Marc to just go away. It was his life too. Marc deserved happiness.

When Steven started to figure things out and Marc started to appear to him, Marc kept promising after he paid his debt that he would leave Steven alone, but Steven didn’t want Marc to leave. That was his best friend, his only friend. He wanted good things for Marc. That included Sam, if that's what they both wanted. It seems Sam wanted that, but Marc wouldn’t do anything he thought would hurt Steven.

“Hi hon!” Sam strode out the door with the joy and confidence he loved about her. He felt his heart speed up when the sun hit her hair, the light bringing out the red in her hair, helped in no small part by her red wool dress. She did love the color red.

“Hello sweetheart! Are you ready for the surprise?” Steven handed her the iced caramel macchiato “I don’t know how you can possibly drink iced coffee when it’s this cold out.”

Sam looked at him in aw “I can’t believe you brought me iced coffee! Isn’t your hand cold? If I actually had any ability to crochet I’d make you gloves too. And you’re wearing the scarf!”

“Of course I’m wearing the scarf! I love it! And you do have the ability to crochet, I don’t like when you talk down about your skills like that, I think it’s very impressive to be able to make something”

Sam kissed his cheek “Thank you, my love”

Before they left, Steven heard kids shout “MISS SAM!!” and saw two children run out of their moms grip and almost tackle Sam to the ground. Steven caught Sam from falling, the mom was clearly embarrassed “Oh my god, Sam I’m so sorry!”

Sam was not upset in the least, she had already wrapped the kid up in her arms and spun them around “It’s no worries, want me to take them home with me? I got a pile of dishes that could use cleaning!” she joked while still holding the kids underneath her arms.

The kids yelled no and Sam set them down again “This is my boyfriend, Steven. Steven this is Trisha, mom to these two goofballs”

Trisha gave Sam a look that Steven couldn’t help but read as ‘good job’, as though Sam wasn’t way out of his league. “Pleased to meet you Steven, I’ll let you love birds be on your way, have a nice weekend”

Sam and Steven said goodbye, and headed to their bus stop “You gonna tell me where we are going?” She pulled her coat on with Stevens' help.

“No, you’ll see when we get there. I want to keep the surprise as long as possible.”

“Ok love, lead the way” Sam pulled her sleeves down to hold the cold drink, and Steven wished he had gotten a sleeve to cover the cup so she didn’t have to worry about it. He noticed her nails were bitten short, shorter than usual. Was it shorter than usual? Or was what he knew before the unusual. This last month has been such a whirlwind. Sam pulled out a cigarette, which Steven lit for her as she had no free hands left. He didn’t like her smoking, but Sam wasn’t one to take advice. She was a big girl, she knew it was bad. She could make her own choices.

When they approached the secret spot, Steven told her to cover her eyes, but Sam protested that she had to hold her drink “Cover my eyes with your scarf! Otherwise I’ll cheat, I promise.”

“Oooh, bit cheeky aren’t you?” Steven chuckled, making Sam blush, but he wrapped her face in the blue and white cloth. Sam wrapped her arms tightly around Steven’s strong arm to guide her and was impressed with how firm it felt. He guided her carefully, making sure no strangers bumped into her “Are you ready?” He worried that maybe he built it up too much and she would be disappointed.

“Yes!”

When Steven took off the scarf, he heard her squeal with glee, much to his relief. “OH MY GOD THIS EXISTS!?”

“Yes” Steven chuckled. “I never went either, I was hoping you hadn’t gone yet.”

“Marc is going to lose his shit” she chuckled

“Actually, Marc is giving us the day alone”

“That’s very thoughtful of him”

“Yeah, he can be pretty great sometimes.”

Standing in front of the Doctor Who museum, Steven let Sam finish her drink before they went in. The museum was small but Sam’s mouth almost never closed the entire time, looking with enthusiasm at all that was offered. When she found the original scripts of episodes, she insisted on reading every word that was shown. Sam even knew the props from various classic episodes. “I’ve never liked something at a normal level” she had joked a few times before, referring to herself as having an “addictive personality”, so of course she had watched every episode. Well, every episode available to the public. There was of course, the matter of the lost episodes, which she had mentioned today “those haunt my dreams”

The only time she wasn’t smiling was looking at the Vincent Van Goph costume “This is one of the best episodes in Tv history” she muttered, seeming more to herself than anything “Out of all shows, not just sci-fi. It’s incredible, it's heartbreaking. It really shows the destruction of depression. How it just sucks the life out of the greatest of people. And even though Amy tried to save him, the battle was probably already lost long before they ever arrived” Steven looked at her intently, her eyes shone, but she didn’t look like she would cry.

“You okay love?” He took her hand firmly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Today is a good day, I just get in my feelings sometimes.”

“That’s okay, are you ready to keep going? There’s still the gift shop.”

Sam perked up immediately “Yes!”

Steven saw Sam eye a TARDIS hat and insisted on buying it for her. Sam tried to tell him no, that she could buy it herself if she wanted it, but Steven knew she still had one more semester of school left to pay for “No way, you made me a scarf, I’ll buy you a hat. We can match! It’s the same colors.”

She beamed at him “You really are amazing, you know that? I love you” she kissed him firmly on the lips “I love you so much” She hugged him like he would leave if she let go.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

They picked up takeaway. Steven offered to take her to dinner, but Sam was tired after a 12 hour day and just wanted Chinese food. He walked with her up to the apartment and she poured them wine for dinner. She had a second glass before they had settled down for the food.

Steven had one question on his mind all day “Can I ask you something? Maybe this is too soon in a relationship but I suppose it’s easier to just… get this out of the way.” Sam felt the anxiety flow through her, that's never a good start “What is it? I think we might be taking things super fast, which I like” She laughed nervously.

Steven laughed back “Yeah, I like it too… I just saw you today at work, you are so good with kids, a natural. Do you… I assume you want one yourself?”

“A kid?”

“Yeah”

Sam thought about her answer for a moment before answering “I don’t know, actually. I used to, absolutely, for a long time it was all I ever wanted… But I don’t know how much of that is actually what I want and how much was being raised catholic. Like, that was supposed to be my main purpose in life. I love kids, obviously, I’m passionate about them. But I don’t know if I want to work with kids all day and then go home to my own. Between work and volunteering with kids, I think I get enough of them. Why?” She looked at him, concerned but not judgmental.

Steven fidgeted with his hands “Well, it just worries me because I don’t know if that’s in the future for me… with everything going on…”

“Oh… Yeah I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, honestly. I adore kids, but I think I can make enough of an effect on the world with my work. I wouldn’t want to cause you more stress.”

“No, no, I don’t want you to not have kids if you want them just because of me” Steven couldn’t stand if he took something away from her, not something like that.

Sam took his hand “Sunshine, you’re not listening. I don’t even want kids. Not that I know of anyway. It’s not the be all end all for me. YOU are way more important than some fictional child I don’t even know that I want. I love you, I adore you. And you're not the only one with issues, if I have kids I could pass on everything wrong with me. We can spend the rest of our lives doting on our nieces and nephews. I got a shit ton of siblings so that will keep us busy.”

There was a bit of a pause, before Steven finally spoke up “The rest of our lives?” He smiled at her, so in love.

She smiled back “Yeah, if that's what you want”

“It is, yeah. It is.”

Sam snuggled up to him, putting her left over food on the counter “Can you stay here tonight? I got extra clothes you can wear… I just don’t want today to end, it’s just been so perfect…” She said, sleepily. He knew she wasn’t asking him to stay over to have sex, she just wanted to spend time with him. Somehow, the idea that she wanted to just be together was more thrilling than the idea of having sex. Well, maybe. Almost.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll stay. Do you have to be anywhere tomorrow?”

“I do Big Sister tomorrow afternoon, but I’ll cook you breakfast?”

“That sounds lovely”

Sam got him an oversized Metallica t-shirt and men’s star wars PJ bottoms, he changed in the bathroom as she changed in the “bedroom” side of the studio. She wore a large shirt with, is that Bob Dylan? He couldn’t pin down her music taste for the life of him: Metallica, Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, 2000’s emo music, Bruce Springsteen, Eminem. They climbed back on the couch and she asked what he wanted to watch, he didn’t care. He wanted whatever she wanted. He wanted to do whatever it took to make her smile for the rest of their life. She put on the American version of the Office. Steven thought the UK version was better, but the way she laughed? Well, now he couldn’t imagine a better show. She ended up laying in front of him on the couch as he laid horizontal to her, an arm wrapped around her, and before he knew it she was asleep. He pulled the blanket over them and turned off the tv, content to lay here with her forever.

When Marc woke up, it was Sam startling in his arms. He tried to orient himself, checking that their clothes were on first. When she gasped awake, he felt her startle, and turned around to face him with panic in her eyes. When she saw him, she immediately calmed down and relaxed into his arms “Sorry Steven, nightmare” before Marc could say anything, she fell asleep in his arms again, facing him. It seems their date went well Marc wondered when Steven would seal the deal and sleep with Sam, they already said they loved each other. Who says they love each other before they have sex? Who says I love you after 3 weeks? These weirdos. These adorable weirdos. God, they were the definition of puppy love. Both of them were too wholesome for him. Marc knew he had to do whatever it took to protect them and make sure nothing gets in their way.

Marc made sure Sam was fast asleep before carefully maneuvering himself over the back of the couch. She didn’t fall asleep next to him. She didn’t want to sleep next to him. But now he was in a predicament. He couldn’t leave, Steven and her probably had plans in the morning, plus he didn’t want her to think Steven left. He didn’t want to sleep in her bed, that would be weird when she was on the couch. But he didn’t want to wake her. After short deliberation, he walked to her side of the couch and scooped her up in his arms, careful not to disturb her. He took her to her bed and laid her down, wishing he had turned the covers ahead of time. He took the blanket from the couch and laid it on her, then headed back to the couch so Steven could rest.

“Steven?” her small voice came from the bed.

Marc turned around and took a step towards her “It’s Marc, I woke up. Sorry I woke you. I’m going to the couch, Steven will be here when you wake up.” He started to head back to the couch again.

“Marc?” she sounded so sleepy.

He stopped “Yeah?”

“You can sleep in the bed, if you want…”

He wanted to. He wanted to sleep next to her, to kiss her forehead the way Steven did, to do more than kiss her… but she was tired, she was barely awake, and she was only offering him a pity peace offering after what he said to her with the scarf.

“Goodnight Sam” He laid down on the couch.

Chapter 4 : Chapter 6

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waywardimpalawriter · 3 years

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Book Boyfriend A Frankie Morales x Plus Size F! Reader fic Part 1

Book Boyfriend

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Plus Size F! Reader

Characters: Frankie Morales, Reader, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, William “Ironhead” Miller, Ben “Benny” Miller, Isabella Morales (OC)

Setting: Two years after the events in Colombia (Triple Frontier)

Rating: R, NSFW

Warnings: Smut, Soft Frankie (yes that has to be a warning), cursing, teasing, unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), tooth rotting fluff, mixed with a little hurt/comfort, mention of abuse,

Word count: Part 1: 10,284

Summary: You’ve been so engrossed in your currant book series its lead to Frankie feeling a little left out.

Notes: This is my first Frankie Morales/Pedro Pascal Fic, so I’m hoping everyone loves it as much as I did writing it. Something a little fluffy I thought of while thinking of my own favorite book boyfriends. Using the translator Systran for my very bad Spanish translations. A grateful thank you to @icanbeyourjedi for helping me out with Frankie’s Dog tags.

Tag list: @manalg14 @songbirdcannabe @frannyzooey

Licking your index finger to turn the page of the book in your hand, unaware you have someone staring. Watching the way, you lick that single digit, adjusting himself on the couch beside you. Callused hand coming down to brush over your plush thigh, drawing little circles over the exposed skin. Attention still firmly on the book, Frankie huffs turning back to the tv but his hand stays on your thigh. Eyes darting towards your mouth to catch you slowly lick your lips. Teeth trapping the bottom between to nibble as you read a really good part.

Groaning softly at your actions, he leans over to nuzzle your neck, patchy beard softly tickling the skin of your neck. Making you giggle, placing a hand on his chest to gently push Frankie away, “Baby I’m reading.”

“For the past two hours, hermosa,” slight pout in his tone, taking the hand on his chest to bring it to him mouth and kiss your fingers. Distractions that normally work seem to fall short, eyes darting between the page and his. Soft slightly chapped lips trailing a path up the inside of your arm reaching the hem of your sleeve the same time your eyes lock.

Pausing to look over at him, you cup his cheek patting lightly, “One more chapter then I’ll be all yours I promise handsome.”

Rolling those expressive chocolate pools, he sits back against the couch trying to ignore the throbbing in jeans because of the little actions you’re doing. “One more chapter Mi cielito I’m going to hold you to that.”

However, one more chapter turned into two than three and Frankie started to fall asleep beside you. Jerking awake with the soft touch of your lips against his forehead, “Come baby lets go to bed,” words whispered with a touch of regret flowing through the cadence. You hadn’t meant to get so engrossed in your book, ignoring your boyfriend beside you.

Sweetly, you help him get up from the couch, seeing how tired he is, and a slice of remorse eats away at you for keeping him up so long and breaking your promise. “I’m sorry my love, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

Grunting low, draping an arm around your shoulders to pull you against him while the two of you head to your shared bedroom. Only pausing long enough to check on Isabella, seeing she’s knocked out curled around her baby doll. Sighing softly at the sight you side eye Frankie seeing a tired but sweet smile tugging at his lips.

“How’d I get so fucking lucky?” though the question is rhetorical you answer smacking his chest first for the curse word.

“Language Mr. Morales,” light giggles leave you, pulling him along towards your bedroom.

Shrugging, “Bella’s asleep she can’t hear me,” eyes dropping to watch the sway of your wide hips soft groan rumbling low.

“To answer your question,” turning to face him with a smirk on your lips having heard the groan. “We both got lucky baby especially after everything we went through to get where we are today.” Cupping his bearded cheek, brushing your thumb just under his eye. “Plus, luck had nothing to do with it but love that brought us together.”

Soft gasp parting your lips, watching transfixed by the sigh of Frankie nuzzling his face in your palm, kissing the center and making a shiver of arousal race down your back. Unable to stop yourself from looking between those soft lips and dark eyes. Catching the smirk tugging at the corners as he leans in to press his mouth to yours in a tender kiss. Strong arms wrap around your thick waist hauling you against his firm chest, garnering a squeak to escape your lips. Heart thumping erratically behind your ribs wondering for a moment if he could feel or maybe hear the muscle working over time because of him.

Of their own accord your arms wrap around his shoulders, pressing farther into his warmth. Low groan working its way from the depths of his chest. Hands slipping down into the back pockets of those ass hugging jeans he loves. Cupping the generous globes to pull you flush against him. Letting you feel hard evidence of his arousal, the thick ridge incased in denim presses into your thigh. On a gasp his tongue licks into the warm cavern of your mouth sliding over your teeth before mating in a sensual dance all their own.

Eyes dropping closed at the pleasure his mouth is giving you, one hand stray’s to card through the curls at the back of his head, blunt nails scratching lightly. The other tracing little patterns over his back knowing how sensitive to your touch he is. Chuckling into his mouth, his body wiggling into yours trying to get away from your teasing fingers. Though he doesn’t want to break the kiss, nor move from having you against him.

“Hermosa,” warning growl rumbling from his chest, as he squeezes your ass in retaliation making another mewl of pleasure leave you. Pressing yourself into his body, your eyes open to stare into his heat darken gaze.

Biting your bottom lip, you happen to glance at the clock, red numbers staring back at you in remembrance of the time and how late it’s gotten. “Well, fuck me,” you groan with a shake of your head.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do for the past few hours cariño,” dropping his head to rest on your collarbone, his own groan rumbling up. Knowing you need to break apart but not wanting to let you go.

Running your fingers through his dark brown hair, giving the scalp a light scratch, “I’m sorry Frankie,” guilt wringing your heart. Knowing it’s not easy for the two of you to be intimate with Isabella. A blessing to you both, though to Frankie she’s his world one that you happened to step into about a few months after her birth. “I didn’t realize the hours slipped away from me.”

“It’s all right Y/N,” soft moan leaving his lips at how good your fingers feel in his hair. “I know you haven’t had time to yourself to read in a long while.” Raising his head to look at you with heated eyes, “Just don’t forget I’d like a little attention to,” giving your ass another squeeze, pout finding its way over his mouth. “Besides how could that book be so interesting when you have me sitting right beside you?” wiggling his brow at you.

Giggling softly, “So full of yourself Morales,” reluctantly pulling from his arms to start your nightly routine. “Those book boyfriends got me through years of sexual drought and fueled a ton of fantasies.” Pulling your shirt from your body hearing the groan from your boyfriend, making another giggle leave you. Hands on hips, you stare at him, catching his pink tongue come out and lick his lips. Shifting hips to try and alleviate at least a touch of pressure on his cock. “Like what you see flyboy?”

“God, you know I do sweetheart,” words coming out breathless though gritted teeth, trying to hold back and using all his will power to keep from taking you. “Fucking tease,” he tosses out when you turn, pulling your bra off to slide your sleep shirt over your top half. “Besides you have me now to full fill all those fantasies of yours. Why not let me?”

“Tomorrow I’ll make it up to you Francisco I promise,” turning back to him, you step forward wrapping your arms around his neck. “If I didn’t have such an early morning, I would let you fuck me into our mattress all night and fill all my erotic idea’s.”

Groaning, “Una princesa de burlas, vas a ser la muerte de mí.” (Translation “A princess of mockery, you’re gonna be the death of me.) Nipping at your neck, knowing that speaking Spanish never fails to turn you on with his voice dropping an octave in cadence. Only confirmed when you start to rub your thighs together, combined with the little whimpers that leaves you. “Not too fun, eh?”

Rolling your eyes, giving Frankie a shove that barely moves him but makes his head come up so you're looking into his eyes. Seeing the mischievous glint right before you kiss his chin, by passing his lips to kiss the tip of his nose. Placing your hands on his cheeks to bring his face down, adding a kiss between his eyebrows, the final one landing on his forehead. His face almost pressed into your breasts, which makes him groan and lick his lips. Before coming back to his lips giving them a tender kiss then pulling away to head towards the bathroom.

Getting lost in your warmth and scent, Frankie staggers a few steps when you move away, smile sliding over his soft lips while watching you move. Knowing you’re being both sweet and temping with those kisses, Frankie pulls his own shirt from his body. Stretching his back from working all day on the boss’s helicopter, he goes to drop it in the laundry basket stepping in front of the open bathroom door. To catch you rubbing lotion into your legs, one foot on the bathtub’s ledge as you work the cream into your skin. Trying not to stare but he can’t help it, knowing what those soft legs felt like wrapped around his waist or over his shoulders. Better yet on either side of his head while he’s feasting on your cunt.

Cursing in Spanish to turn quickly pressing the heel of his palm into his thickening shaft, breath coming out in quick pants. Reciting the proper procedure for takeoff and landing a helo trying to get himself under control and not think about bedding you all night. Frankie finishes getting undressed, sliding his lower body into a pair of red and black flannel pajama pants, smirk turning up his lips as he takes a seat on the end of the bed. You just finishing up your nightly routine, pause at the door to flick the lights off. Eyes landing on Frankie, who’s bare chest catches your attention first. Having to stop yourself from licking your lips as the soft light highlights his tawny skin. Soft in all the right places especially the little tummy you love to kiss when trailing your lips over his body.

Dragging your eyes up to lock with his, seeing the smirk that makes you shake your head at him, “I’m guessing this is pay back?” stepping forward, one leg sliding between his thighs. Pushing them apart so you can stand closer. Hands come to rest on his shoulders, one carding through his thick curls as his own rest on your wide hips.

Looking up at you, chin resting on your tummy still unable to fathom how he could got so lucky. “Is it working hermosa?” eyes darken when your tongue peeks out to wet your lips.

“Nope,” popping the p while trying to keep from giggling at the crest fallen look on his handsome face. That he buries in your plush shirt covered tummy. Trying to hide that fact that yes those pajama pants work so damn will. “Next time go naked there’s a possibility for me jumping your bones then.”

“That can be arranged sweetheart,” grin returning to his lips while standing to wrap his arms back around your shirt covered waist. Pressing you against his chest feeling your puckered nipples beneath the fabric begging for attention. He’s more than willing to give in, stripping you down and worshipping every inch he could get his mouth on.

Soft whimper leaves you lips when his lowers to ghost over yours. The barely there touch making your knees weak but its the wide yawn that overtakes you instead of the kiss. Breaking the moment as Frankie groans walking you both to the side of the bed. Leaning over to pull the covers back, “Let’s get you in bed mi amor, tomorrow I’ll ravish you till you can’t walk.”

Nodding you climb in moving to the middle so Frankie can get in, curling up to his side, resting a hand on his chest to draw little patterns. “Promise handsome?” whispering the words into his ear then placing a kiss to his cheek. Your touch not helping things but he wouldn’t change anything. Instead he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers, placing them over his heart.

“Promise cariño, you know I wouldn’t break one,” turning his head to look at you. Seeing the droop of your lids soft smile gracing his features. Leaning in, to place a kiss to each of your half-closed eyes, “Sleep Y/N we have tomorrow and many more days after that.” Adding a gentle kiss to your lips.

“You’re too good to me Frankie,” muttering the words sleepily, snuggling against him, left arm wrapping around your waist to hold you. “Te Amo,” whispering the words, lips placing a kiss to his neck breath ghosting over his skin as you fall asleep.

While Frankie lays there shocked, not because you spoke in Spanish but for what those simple words meant to him. Wishing that you hadn’t fallen sleep so he could say them back and show you in actions how much he truly loves you. He settles for now on holding you closer making sure the sheet and blankets are securely covering the both of you, knowing how cold you get during the night. Placing his lips against your forehead for a kiss, his own eyes starting to drift closed. Your rhythmic breathing lulling him into dreams of your life together.

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Intrusive noise brings you slowly from the warm cocoon you're wrapped in, low groan leaving your lips. Moving to turn the offending alarm off but you can’t reach as Frankie has you pushed into the mattress cuddling into your chest with his heavy arm draped over your tummy. “Frankie baby the alarm,” hearing him grunt against your skin, giggles leave your lips.

You try one more time to reach the clock only to have him bat a hand at the offending object, hitting the snooze harder than needed and rolling back against you. Burying his lips in your throat, soft mustache tickling your skin making you giggle and try to move away. Through his strong arms hold you even closer, your head tipping back to give the access he’s wordlessly asking for. Fingers carding through his curls, tugging gently as a low moan leaves your throat. One he feels with his mouth against your pulse that picks up with each nibble and kiss given.

“Frankie,” name comes out on a whimper when his nose brushes just south of your ear.

“Mi amor,” sucking softly, tasting your skin with his tongue that draws little patterns. Free hand moving down to the hem of your shirt that’s ridden up while you slept. Callused fingers finding your bare waist to spread his hand over your skin, sliding it down and back to cup the generous globe of your ass. Pressing his face into your fabric covered chest, making another moan leave your lips as his own seek out the pebbled peaks of your nipples. Wetting the cloth as he suckles one into the hot cavern of his mouth.

The hand at your ass moving lower to bring your thigh over his hip, rocking against you. Flatten your hands over his chest, pushing twice before he rolls on his back taking you with him. So that your straddling his waist, feeling the hard press of his shaft along your folds. Hands bracing yourself up over him, mouth never leaving your breast. As he switches to the other, eyes locking with yours letting you see the need and heat filling the now almost black orbs. Pupil’s crowding out the beautiful brown of his iris’s you love to drown in. Mewling whimpers leave your parted lips, head tossed back, while your hips rock against him in slow teasing circles.

Growling in impatience, Frankie makes quick work of pulling your shirt off to fling it to the floor, mouth reattaching to your breast. Nipping the puckered bud before trailing his lips over your skin and back up your neck. Reaching your ear, “It’s tomorrow hermosa or did you forget and want that book boyfriend of yours?”

Turning your head to capture his lips in a deep hard kiss, one that’s all teeth and tongue, a battle for dominance. Angling your head just right so that you can take in air through your nose while tangling your tongue with Frankie’s. Though before long the need for true oxygen becomes too much as your forced to break apart both of you panting for breath. Resting your foreheads together you subtly move your hips. Just brushing your soaked panties against his flannel covered cock. Letting him feel your passion that he’s started.

An idea pops into your head one that’s fleeting with the warmth of his large hands landing on your ass. Cupping the globes to press you against him, while he plants his feet and thrusts upward. It’s anything but teasing, more demanding with a need born from a night of dreams that has him hard as steal and wanting to bury himself deep inside your body.

“Frankie,” his name coming out on a whimper, mouth moving to his jawline kissing the salt and pepper beard. Nosing the surprisingly soft hairs, trailing your lips to the thick cords of his neck pushing his chin backwards to get access to where you want to place kisses. Both of you shutting out the world right then and all that needs accomplished for the day in favor of indulging in carnal pleasures interrupted last night by time moving too quickly.

“Tell me what you want hermosa and I’ll give it to you,” breath ragged with need, his cock throbbing with each movement of his hips against you. Feeling your essence soaking through to his own skin. Low growl rambling into your chest that he presses to his, loving the feel of your nipples brushing his overheated flesh.

He goes to pull your panties off and his own pajama pants when a squeal of want makes the two of you break apart. Groaning, pushing his head back into the pillows as you rest your forehead against his collarbone unable to help the silent giggles that leave your lips. Frankie tips your chin up when he feels the shake of your body, thinking you’re upset and shaking his head when seeing the mirth in your sweet gaze.

“Looks like a cold shower for you handsome,” trying to keep the mirth from your tone as you lean down to give him one more sweet kiss. “I’ll go take care of our princess you shower and get ready for work.” Groaning when you must move from his body, feeling his hands slide down from your thick waist, a shiver runs down your frame at the caress he gives your body. Though you try to suppress the want while searching for something to wear for right now. Spying his flannel robe, “Breakfast?” brow cocked, turning back to face him. Licking your lips as you look over your lover. Unable to hide the need blooming deeper in your eyes, finding that you can’t take your eyes off the sexy man lying in your bed.

He turns on his side one arm propping up his head to watch you pull on his camo bath robe. “Never thought something so simple would look so sexy,” words whispered though you’ve heard them as Frankie looks you over. Feeling the places his eyes linger like a caress of those big rough hands of his, making another shiver skate over your body.

Swallowing, knowing there’s not much time till Isabella calls/squeals for you again. “You want breakfast Frankie?” trying to get your mind off what you really want. Like jump back into bed with that man and make him growl and moan your name till he’s putty in your hands. The only man to ever make you feel sexy while naked or in this case dressed in his robe. Knowing that your not some runway model with a size two body, but it’s a body Frankie can never get enough of. One he loves to see pressed into the mattress, while he takes you in any manner of ways. Face consumed with the pleasure he’s giving you or those times when your greedy and want to show him heaven. Devouring his cock in the warmth of your mouth, teasing him, knowing just what places to lick and nibble. The wanton minx only Frankie gets to bring out and see. But most of all its that sweet smile you give him that tugs at his heart and what made him fall in love with you almost at first sight.

An impatience huff from you has a smile tugging at his lips, breaking him from the thoughts filtering through his mind. Raising to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to snag the ties to his robe and bring you closer. Mischief running through those soulfully deep brown eyes, hands resting on your hips, “Only if I can eat you for breakfast mi amor.”

Voice impossibly deep, sends a spark of arousal so potentate you must rub your thighs together for friction and place your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. “That’s dessert flyboy and it’s nowhere near dinner time so sadly I’m off the menu for right now.” Giving him a bright smile, as you see the disappointment flashes in his eyes. Leaning down to kiss him softly, “Shower, I’ll have breakfast ready and our little princess, before getting ready myself.”

Stepping away you pause at the door to look over your shoulder, catching him watching your every move. “See something you like Francisco?” One shoulder of the robe sliding down to bare your skin to his eyes.

Shaking his head, he can’t stop the smile from gracing his lips, “I see someone I love,” raising to join you at the door. Wrapping an arm around your waist, to lean down and kiss you back softly. Heart beating out of his chest at the simple words he spoke that made you gasp but return the kiss. Pulling away with a goofy smile on your lips.

“Love huh? You going soft on me Mr. Morales?” knowing what it took for him to say that word and remembering that you had told him the same last night in Spanish. Happy tears form in the corners of your eyes as you turn fully towards him, cupping his cheeks in your hands, “I love you to Frankie.”

Tender moment broken by the call of “Mama,” which makes you both laugh in happiness as you move away.

Squeaking at the smack Frankie lands on your ass before you’ve stepped fully away from him. “By the way hermosa you look fucking sexy in my robe. Though I do have to say it would look so much better on the floor,” giving your wink before turning to head to the shower.

“Same with those sinful flannel pj’s baby, they may look good riding low on that waist of yours, showing off that sexy tummy and treasure trail. But I’d look better with my legs wrapped around you,” you return giggling when you hear the low growl from him. “Don’t worry they will be on the floor tonight count on that one.”

Heat rising over Frankie’s cheeks at your words even as another groan leaves his lips along with a soft curse feeling his cock throb from just the mire thoughts your promise conjures up. He has to lean a little on the bathroom door to steady himself before stripping and heading for a very cold shower.

Sadly, both your days didn’t go as planned. Repairs on the helo took longer than Frankie scheduled, he drug himself in a little after 8, the scent of pizza tickling his nose as he toes off his shoes by the door.

“Y/N,” calling out softly not wanting to wake Isabella who he knew would be fast asleep in her bed. The sight which meets his eyes makes his heart expand and tears form, both his girls fast asleep on the couch. The book you read last night dangling from your hand just shy of landing on the floor. Free hand cuddling your little girl against you, fingers spread over her small back.

Stepping closer, he hates to wake you, looking so peaceful, beautiful eyes closed contentment making your features smooth. Frankie leans down to scoop up Isabelle, her own eyes sleepily opening to stare at him. “Dada,” small voice whispers, her head drooping to lay on his shoulder falling back asleep. Soft chuckle at her actions, Frankie runs his hand over her head gently sweeping away some of the chestnut curls. Still in aww of this little girl he never thought would be his. Movement catches his eye, turning to see you waking slowly.

Stirring with the warmth and weight of Isabella gone, you smile up at Frankie rising slowly to place your book in your previous spot before stretching out your back. “Long day baby?” standing to wrap your arms around both of your loves.

“Hmm,” pressing warm lips to first his little girl’s forehead before leaning down to kiss you. “I’m just happy to be home hermosa.” Not wanting to go into the crappy details of his day right then. “I’ll go put our angel to bed while you get ready yourself.”

Shaking your head, ruffling her hair gently and adding a kiss to her soft chestnut curls, “I’ll warm you up some dinner and we can talk before bed.” Reaching up to brush your hand over his bearded cheek, cupping the side and swiping a thumb over the apple of his cheek.

“Sure, you don’t want to return to your book boyfriend?” teasing glint making his eyes light with mirth that makes you roll your and pat his jaw.

“Don’t tempt me Frankie baby I just might,” sending a smirk his way, turning then to head into the kitchen. Hearing the playfully annoyed huff leave him.

Entering the kitchen bare feet silently padding over the cold tile, you busy yourself with getting a plate, trying not to think of your day. The events having led to the reason Isabella was still up, and pizza for dinner instead of the home cooked meal you had originally planned to make. Automatically placing two slices down on a plate and putting them in the microwave. Leaning back against the counter, arms crossed watching though not actually paying attention to the microwave plate spin, eyes unfocused glancing more inward than on the task at hand. You jump lightly when Frankie comes to stand in front of you, warm body soothing your horrible day, arms on either side caging you in. Wrapping your arms around his waist to rest your head on his chest.

“Things not go as planned my love?” placing a kiss to the center of his shirt covered chest, not wanting to speak about your day yet.

Soft grunt leaves his lips pressed into the side of your head, “Just long and a few fuck ups by the newbie’s who seem to think they know everything.” Eyes rolling through you can’t see the action with your head still pressed into his chest. Running his large hands up and down your back, pressing your soft plush body into his. “Sometimes I feel like I’m a relic in that place and no one wants to listen to me.”

“You know more than all those assholes put together Frankie, you could put that helo back together with your eyes closed and fly it to points unknown in a blink of an eye,” looking up voice firm and strong with a note of pride in the cadence as you lean up to press your lips to his for a short kiss.

“My little cheerleader,” grinning nuzzling his nose against yours. “If I get you that little outfit, would you wear it for me?” though seeing you in his robe turns him on more than any stupid costume. Being a man of simple wants and desires, he’d rather see you naked with just his dog tags between your breasts.

This time you roll your eyes, “Not with all the extra padding I have it wouldn’t look right on me.”

Low growl leaving his chest as he squeezes you tightly, “Sweetheart you would make anything look good though I do have to agree it wouldn’t look right on you.” Seeing the flash of hurt Frankie rushes to explain himself, “Not that you wouldn’t look sexy as fuck just, I’d much rather you in my robe or better yet naked.” Tracing the pattern on your scrub top with the tip of his finger till it reached your neck, resting the callused palm on your soft skin.

Shivering at his words that fill your heart with love for this man, “Nice save stud,” resting your head back on his chest. Eyes closing, feeling his fingers brushing over your neck wondering how you got so lucky when there’s women and men out there that haven’t. Unwillingly the images from this afternoon filter through your mind making you squeeze Frankie tighter.

Sensing the shift in your demeanor, the way you’re holding him like a life preserver wrapped around a drowning man. He pulls back just a little to tip your chin up with two fingers, “What happened mi amor?” seeing unshed tears glistening in your eyes.

“Nothing,” single word muffled as you’ve buried your face back into his chest. Breathing in the scent of oil, lava soap and something that’s uniquely Frankie. It never fails to sooth your mind from the trouble, imagined and real.

Squeezing you closer, he uses the hands at your waist to help boost you to sit on the counter, parting your thighs and slipping between. Cupping your cheeks in callused palms so that your looking into his eyes, “Talk to me hermosa you know you can tell me anything.” Thoughts going back to one of the many reasons he and Felicia, the mother of Isabella, didn’t make it. Both refusing to talk about what’s really bothering them. He doesn’t want a return to that kind of life not with you and not with all the work he put in to change that part of him. “Remember you said we’d talk, and I have so it’s your turn baby.”

Knowing he’s right, a soft sigh leaves your lips, “A young woman came in this afternoon to the clinic, she’d…” swallowing hard at the visions filling your mind, remembering the cuts and bruises, the tears. “Her partner messed her up pretty bad, I tried to get her to press charges, but she wouldn’t. Simply saying it’s her fault, she should’ve listened instead of disobeying.” Eyes downcast as you remember your own mother’s fight against abuse at the hands of her husband. Those memories combined with today’s events trap you in your mind till warm lips press against your forehead. Strong arms cradle you against his chest, stroking your back in soothing circles.

“You did what you could mi alma, there wasn’t anything you could’ve said to change her mind, not till she’s ready. I know it brings the memories back and I’m so fucking sorry you and any woman or man has to go through that.” Moving just a fraction back to look into your eyes as your head raises, silent tears making little wet trails over your cheeks.

Leaning in to kiss the salty moisture away, catching the dull glint of a necklace under your shirt. Frankie reaches up to tug the warm metal from under the fabric, breath catching at finding his dog tags dangling at the bottom.

Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you look from the tags to Frankie, “They bring me comfort when you’re not around just like Isabella. I hadn’t meant to keep her up so late but having her lay on my chest while I read it kept the demons away.”

“Mi amor you never have to explain, it's why I gave you these in the first place,” though the explanation tugs at his heart just as he tugs at the dog tags. The feeling of home, of you and Isabella being here and his, a plan forming in his mind. He’s been a rambling man for so long, even while dating and almost marrying Felicia, but now with you in his arms he felt at home. “As for Isabella I’m more than sure she enjoyed laying on the mama to sleep,” soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I almost didn’t move her, but then I thought you wouldn’t get much sleep on that couch and your back would blame you in the morning.”

Melting at his words, the sweet look in his eyes makes you fall in love with Frankie all the more. “You are one amazing man you know that Francisco Morales?” Feeling the dog tags land back between your cloth covered breasts as his hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“I’m just a man mi amor, there’s nothing amazing about me,” soft yelp leaving his lips when you give his side a pinch under his shirt. Rubbing the bruised skin, “What’s that for?” pout forming on his mouth.

“For thinking so little of yourself handsome, you know I don’t like it when you do that,” giving him a stern glance that turns soft under those pouting puppy dog eyes. You glance over his shoulder, seeing the microwave stopped a while ago and knowing he’s probably starved. “You need to eat but I’d warm that pizza up a little more before you do.” Moving just an inch you pull him back into a gentle kiss that’s nothing short of tooth rotten sweet and tender. Just little presses of your mouth to his, nipping a few times on his plush bottom lip before sucking lightly.

Pulling back just a little, “It’s dinner time can I have my dessert now?” mischief sparkling in those deep brown pools as his hands rub your thighs that surround his waist.

“I wouldn’t be much of a participant handsome,” once again guilt eats at your heart as a large yawn makes your mouth gap open and you stretch to work out the kinks in your muscles. “I know I promised…”

Leaning in to kiss you twice, “Don’t you worry about that sweetheart, we have tomorrow.”

“I know but you see my book boyfriend waits for me tomorrow and I can’t disappoint him,” giving Frankie a teasing smirk while slipping from the counter. His presence the salve to your wounded heart just as yours is to his. “Eat your dinner then come to bed, I wanna cuddle with my lover tonight.”

Tugging you into his arms, lips placed on your forehead, “One of these days that book boyfriend of yours will find himself kicked out of our house.” Chuckling, he drops a possessive hand on your ass to give the plump flesh a squeeze. “Those tags mean your taken by me,” reluctantly letting you go, watching with love struck eyes as you walk away.

“I’ll inform him of that baby,” turning you start for the bedroom, pausing at the door to look back and blow Frankie a kiss.

Twenty minutes later, a couple of slices of pizza and half a beer, Frankie goes around the house making sure everything is locked up and lights are off. Treading sock footed to the only source left, he pauses to check first on Isabella then head to your shared bedroom. Pausing at the doorway to watch you sleep, curled around his pillow, dressed in his robe from this morning. A deep love fills his heart one he thought would never find him not after all the bad he’d done, all the marks he tallied with every mission. Yet you’ve stayed taking up room in his heart making it so that he never wants to let you go.

With those thoughts in his mind, Frankie strips down to his boxers and slides into bed. Wrapping an arm around you, to pull you flush with his side. Soft sigh leaving your lips as you curl into him, draping a leg between his and an arm over his chest. Even in your sleep you manage to steal his breath and fall in love with you all over again.

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Golden sunlight filtered through the partly open curtains, bathing his features in soft yellow light. Dark brows smooth with sleep, arching over closed libs hiding those deep chocolate eyes you love so much. Lightly tracing the features of his face with the tips of your fingers, not wanting to wake him just yet having turned the alarm off after waking early. On your day off no less but getting to see Frankie like this peaceful, resting and without a care in the world made losing a little extra sleep worth it.

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, fingers tracing over his features. The tip of your index finger gliding over his defined nose that you love to kiss, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles. Over cheeks especially the left with its dimple that appears every so often when he’s really happy normally when he’s staring at Isabella or you. That realization makes your heart hammer behind your ribs. Still wondering how you found this amazing man and more to the point how he could love someone like you.

Those thoughts become interrupted when he mumbles words you can’t quite make out but draws your eyes to those lush lips. Ones that speak words of love and devotion, kisses away the nightmares, brushes over Isabella’s forehead or yours. Lips that could make you cry out or gasp in pleasure the likes you’ve never felt before and speak the most filthiest of things into your ear. The very thought of how wicked they could be makes you tremble as you trace over them softly. Laughing quietly when they move against those fingers almost like it tickles feeling his mustache brush your fingers small giggle leaving you. Breath catching when you feel the little unconscious kiss he places. Almost like he’s awake but the steady rise and fall of his chest shows you differently.

Letting the breath you hold out to continue mapping his features. Brushing over the salt and pepper beard that graces his jawline in patches that you know he hates at times. Wanting it to fill in or darker in color like when he was younger. But you reassure him with kisses that you’ve grown to love his patchy facial hair and the color it’s become. Remembering the time, you told him that to you it’s a turn on and had to show him just what you meant. Smirking at that memory, your eyes trace lower for the moment over his pecs, the little slope of his tummy and down that dark trail of hair that slips under his boxers. Consciously licking your lips at the impressive morning wood he’s sporting tenting the black boxers encasing his lower body parts that aren’t covered by the thin sheet.

Reluctantly pulling your eyes away, knowing you’ll get to that point soon enough. Refocusing your attention’s to the strong column of his throat, tracing the veins till they disappear under his skin. Teasingly circling his nipples garnering a low moan from the man above you making a smirk appear even as your eyes dart up. Seeing he’s still asleep though his legs are starting to get a little restless, you glance down catching sight of the sheet slip a little lower. Fingers still dancing over his chest you turn back to your perusal of his body leaning in to place a soft kiss to the pebbled nipple closest to you.

Smiling when there’s a gasp that leaves his lips this time, though you don’t look instead moving lower to nuzzle into his tummy. One of your favorite parts of him, that he hates thinking he’s going soft in his old age. You’d argued with him, musing how he could dislike a part of his body that’s soft when you were soft all over. Thick thighs and waist, arms that still flap after you stopped waving, the body of a Rubenesque angel. The last memory making your smile fondly as Frankie told you that one afternoon lying in bed naked, drawing patterns over your skin much like you do now to him. You’d scoffed that turned into a moan of pleasure when his lips started worshipping your body. Mapping the valley’s and dimples you didn’t like, sliding his big body between your thighs to kiss and bite at your skin. Marking you that afternoon as his, reminding you how beautiful and desirable he sees you.

Only to return the favorite later that night ending the argument by reverently kissing and nipping each spot on his body, the scars, the softness, the strength he forgets that underlines his body. Even now you can’t stop yourself from placing a kiss to the center of his chest. Enjoying the sight of your lover spread out for you to devour. You don’t take your eyes off him while moving to lay between his legs. Robe parting to expose your breasts to his eyes when he wakes, and you know that’s coming soon. When you feel him twitch against your hand, the soft groan and movements of his restless body a dead giveaway.

Leaning down to nuzzle his length with your lips and nose, breathing in the musky woodsy scent of his body that has tingles dancing over your skin. Taking the cloth covered elastic band between your fingers to peel it back. Exposing the head of his cock jutting upward against the curls of his groin making you lick your lips. Tongue peeking out to lap at the pearl drop of precum that sits perfectly over the slit. Tasting his tangy musk of his essence, savoring that first little drop while peeling his boxer briefs lower over his muscular thighs. Carefully tugging them and pushing the sheet off his body while you wiggle down. Till the under garment gets tossed to the floor along with the bedsheet, his body bare to your glaze. Catching sight of his chest starting to rise and fall a little quicker now. Expressive eyes moving a little faster behind closer lids.

Licking your lips at the sight knowing you need to act quickly, or Frankie will wake and spoil your fun. Returning to your position, making sure the robe is still gaping open for his viewing pleasure. Leaning in to trace your lips over the underside of his thick shaft. More than average in girth and length the very thought of him inside you has your own thighs wanting to rub together for some kind of friction. But you remember this isn’t about you, it’s a repayment of pleasure he’s given you, of all the little things, the touches, kisses, the sweetness that is your Frankie. You want to repay him, no matter how many times he’s told you it’s not necessary. You want to show him heaven just as he’s done for you.

A grunt pulls you from the musing, tugging a smirk across your lips, burying them at the base of his shaft. Nibbling little kisses till you reach the red tinged head, tongue slipping out to flatten against the slit and drag across. Wrapping one hand that barely fits around the base placing him heavily on your tongue to circle your mouth and close around the tip. Sucking softly, tongue flicking quickly a few times, before widening your jaw and taking as much of his cock in.

Slightly gagging when he hits the back of your throat, and swallow. Full lips covering the shaft tightly while dragging your mouth up, and down hand pumps and twists the part you can’t fit. Bobbing slowly, grinning when a pair of callused hands come to cup the back of your head. Not pushing just resting trying to ground himself.

Spanish curses fly from his lips, “Mierda hermosa que la boca tuya se siente como el cielo,” back arching off the mattress, eyes flying open to stare down at you. Darkened with passion and desire, licking his lips as your own are wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Tan bueno para mí, mi amor.” (Fucking shit beautiful that mouth of yours feels like heaven.) (So good to me, my love.)

Head bobbing slowly, eyes locked with his, pulling up till just the head rests on your tongue, sucking lightly before letting go with a wet pop. “Morning handsome, sleep well?” smirking at the question, you drop one hand between his thighs to gently caress the slightly roughen skin of his balls. Testing the weight and giving a light squeeze before starting to massage each one in turn. Delighting when it pulls another puffing moan from his lips.

Words unable to form in answer to your teasing question though he knows you’re not truly asking for one just torturing him with that sexy morning voice. Fingers flexing on your head, massaging the scalp, a low groan vibrating through his chest, feeling the soft pressing of your lips on his shaft, accompanying with little nibbles and licks. Making his eyes roll back at the pleasure your giving him. It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time.

Making him sit up, reaching for you trying wrap his hands under your arms and pull you against him. But you’re a little quicker, anticipating his movements and reluctantly pulling away, letting his shaft go so you’re not in arms reach. Shaking your head and crawling back up his body, making sure to pause and place a kiss to the crown of his cock, his tummy which he tries to suck in. Straddling one thigh to let him feel how wet you’ve become from just giving him pleasure. Whimpering when that thigh flexes under you, moving up to brush against your tender dripping folds.

Shaking your head again, placing one hand on his chest to push him back into the pillows. Seeing the slight confusion in those soft chocolate eyes giving you the sweetest puppy look. That would normally have you melting in puddle of goo but not this time. Nope you had to stand your ground, “Won’t work Francisco,” leaning in to kiss him hungrily. Slipping your tongue into his mouth on a moan as he tastes himself in the warm cavern of your mouth. Tongues tangling, fingers carding through his hair to run blunt nails over his scalp. Feeling him twitch against your thigh making you smile into the kiss. Giving him two smaller kisses, “Now be a good boy and lay back for me while I show you heaven.”

Groaning at your words, and doing as you ask, though he gives the thigh between yours one more flex, rubbing your slick folds again just to see you pause in your movements. The way you shutter around him and gasp out. He itch’s to grab you, rolling you under him or better yet tossing that other leg over his hips and thrusting home. Filling you so sweetly, so fully to make you forget about anything and anyone but him. Itching to hear you moan his name, whimper when he hits that perfect spot inside your tight cunt. That never fails to make your eyes roll back, his name a prayer on your kiss swollen lips.

So, lost in his little fantasy that when you’ve made your way back down to his throbbing cock, he jumps at the first touch of your lips. Grunting as his hips jut off the mattress filling your mouth with his shaft. That makes Frankie curse, eyes rolling back when you suck on the crown, flicking that talented tongue over the slit and taking him back down. Placing both hands on his hips to hold him in place. Starting to fully bob up and down, tongue slithering around his shaft as little dribbles of spit slip from your lips wetting his skin.

Forcing himself to open his eyes and look down, to watch his angel, looking so sweet and pure devouring his cock so sinfully. Mumbled words of Spanish, and English leave his lips, eyes locking with yours. He moves one hand down to brush over your hollowed cheek, downward to sweep over your neck and wrap around the back of your sulk helping you move along his shaft. Lewd moans and whimpers escape his panting lips. Only breaking eye contact when he feels the soft fabric of his robe brushing his thighs.

What he finds nearly makes him cum right then, your soft breasts swaying, nipples peaked and begging for his attention. The soft swell of your tummy, the sight makes him whimper and press his head back against the pillows. “Hermosa please, so fucking good.”

When you pull off, using one hand to keep pumping his cock, twisting your wrist, giving little squeezes. Slick from your mouth and his dribbled essence, the wet sounds making his head spin in need. “Please what my love? Want me to stop?” Biting your bottom lip knowing he doesn’t but also knowing what he really wants.

“Fuck no,” low growl leaves his lips, head snapping up to stare at you. Eyes dropping to see the robe open even more your breasts spilling out making him lick his lips. Tracing an invisible path back to your desire darken eyes. Fingers giving his shaft another squeeze as they pump slower almost to a stop, though his hips have a mind of their own and thrust up into the circle of your fingers. He knows you want an answer he can’t seem to form right now with how innocent you look sitting there on your knees. Hand wrapped around his cock, all thought and blood surging to that one organ. Feeling the fading tingles up his spine, with the slacking of your movements.

The dissipating high he wants, needs to chase, has the words tumbling from his mouth. “Want you mi amor, want that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock making me cum.” His filthy words make you whimper feeling your cunt tremble and squeeze around nothing. “Please,” last word coming out on a gasp when your hand starts to pick up pace.

Lowering yourself back between his legs, wrapping your mouth around him, starting a hard punishing pace that has his body bowing in pleasure. Hands gripping the sheets beneath you both, head pressing into the pillows show casing the thick tendons of his neck. Bolts of pleasure shooting through his veins he tries to raise up to watch but it’s all too much. Those tingles dancing up his spine, sac drawing up against his body your tongue swiftly swirling around his shaft with each bob of your head. Pressing one hand into his hip to keep you up right while the other works the part of him you can’t fit. Making sure to brush his sac each time your wrist moves down.

Humming at the taste flooding your buds, eyes closing in bliss with each word he mutters the way your name is flows from his parted panting lips. Like a prayer to God though this kind is something He might ignore. Knowing Frankie is getting closer to his release, seeing the sweat slick his forehead and coat his chest. Picking up the subtle change in his deep voice, hands grasping at the sheets knowing it would be you he’s holding on to if he’d been inside you. The way his body is shuttering around you, the quick throbbing of that vein you trace repeatedly wanting him to fall.

Pulling off with a lewd wet pop, “I’ve got you baby, let go for me I wanna taste you.” Moaning the words before wrapping your lips around the crown to suck harshly. Flattening your tongue on the underside while hollowing your cheeks again determined to draw his orgasm from his body.

Smirking up at him hearing the words falling from his sinful lips. “Shit, carajo tan bueno. I’m not gonna last cariño,” hips thrusting up as the first tangy bits of his release touches your tongue.

Humming happily while working quicker, hands and mouth working in tandem to make him lose control. Pleasure exploding behind his closed eyes, back arching off the bed as his control snaps. His essence flowing down your throat, and you take every bit you can swallowing around his sensitive shaft. Chest heaving, gasping for air to fill his lungs, body humming from his high. Another moan escaping, little twitches on your tongue as you pull off placing a sweet kiss to the crown before gently letting him go. Feeling his hands grabbing at you, pulling your up his body and crashing his mouth against yours.

Licking the remains of his orgasm from your lips and thrusting his tongue into the cavern of your mouth to tangle and taste. Holding your body against his, one hand goes between the two of you to start undoing the sash holding the robe only partly closed. Pulling the soft terry cloth knot free and pushing it off one of your shoulders. Fingers dancing over your heated soft skin while his mouth takes control of the kiss dragging a moan from the deepest part of your being. Your own hands clutching at the sheets under you, gasping when those callused fingers tug at a nipple. Soothing the pain with gentle circles, cupping the generous globe in his palm to give a squeeze.

Your body having a mind of its own, rocking against his, hips on either side of his waist as you lay over him. Shaking arms barely keep you up with hot desire flowing through your veins each brush and teasing touch of those skillful hands making you lose control, making you forget the position your in. Lungs burning in the best of ways making you gasp and break away. Resting your foreheads together, breathing in shared air, his hands having pulled the robe low as it’ll go with your arms pushed into the mattress. He flattens his hands on your back pressing you closer to draw his nose over your collarbone and neck. Running stubbled cheeks into the soft skin hearing you gasp that makes him smirk. Especially when he places his lips to your pulse flicking his tongue over the thumping vein drawing a whine from deep in your chest.

His other hand coming to join the party by cupping your breast bringing the heavy globe to his lips and nibbling on your pebbled nipple. Biting down just that side of pain he knows you love and sure enough another moan leaves your lips. Lower body rocking against his needing to find the delicious friction as you clit throbs in need, cunt clinching nothing and wanting him deep inside you.

Shrill alarm breaking the moment, making you groan in annoyance and dropping your head to his shoulder. Body shaking with need, breath escaping in small little gasps as his hands and mouth haven’t stopped working your body over. You gather enough strength to reach over and cut the offending piece of technology off tempted to toss it out the window. In favor of keeping Frankie in bed all day.

“Frankie,” name groaned as you raise up, pulling your chest away from his mouth, making him pout. Small giggle leaving your lips at how cute he looks, “You have to get ready for work baby.”

“Fuck work,” wrapping his arms around your back to hold you close and rolls the pair of you over so he’s hovering over you. “I rather much stay right here and take my time.” Staring into your eyes, his are smiling with those little crinkles at the corners. Reaching up to brush your fingers over the lines, he grabs your hand to bring it to his lips and kiss each finger. “If I remember rightly, I missed dessert last night,” smirking at your gasp when his a hand slip low brushing through your slick folds. “Well, I want it now.”

There’s a war going on inside you, caught between wanting those deliciously thick fingers inside you and conscious of the fact that the both of you need to get up to start the day. Once again, the opinions are taken from you as a little girl squeals in want from her room just a bit down the hall. This time it’s Frankie who groans while you giggle, pushing him from on top of you. To drop dramatically beside you, arm slung over his face.

“Don’t worry flyboy you’ll get your dessert,” patting his chest as you lean over to steal a quick kiss before getting up. Pausing at the bed, “Unless my book boyfriend takes up my time tonight.” Giggling, you move quickly to avoid his hands grabbing for you.

As he’s lunged up playfulness in his eyes though he tries to make them stern and annoyed, “He won’t get in my way of having my woman, hermosa.” Low teasing growl leaves his lips, feet landing on the floor as he stands to stalk towards you. Caught in his snare you take a step back feeling the cool wall against your skin having forgot to pull the robe over you. Shivering though not to from the air-conditioned cooled room, but from the feral look in those deep chocolate eyes that makes you clinch your thighs, whimpering softly. He stalks towards you, body on display for your eyes to roam and drool over wanting to take him up on that offer. A stray slice of golden light graces his form making him look like a Golden God in your eyes. That can’t seem to tear away from him, trapped but in a really good way, one that you don’t want to run from.

Caging you in with his hands on either side of your head, Frankie leans in, breath ghosting over your ear, “Trust me sweetheart I will make you forget all about that book boyfriend. I’ll make it so you can’t walk for a week and mark every inch of this gorgeous body that belongs to me.” Moving so that your eyes are locked, one hand dropping to wrap around your waist and pull your almost naked body against his. Draping a leg over his hip as he slides that large hand over your waist and down to cup your ass. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to remember your name then make love to you as you scream mine for the neighbors to hear.” Leaning in to brush his lips over yours with a tenderness that underscores the possessive tone, “You’re mine mi Vida, and I don’t share.”

Swallowing hard trying to gather what moisture you can as all of it seems to have headed south, dripping from your fluttering folds and pulsing clit. Hands wrapped around the back of his neck to hold on cause you’re sure the moment he lets you go you’ll melt into a puddle of sexually frustrated goo. “That’s,” licking your dry lips seeing him watch your tongue. Smirking inside at the knowledge you have the same power over him. “That’s a tall order my love you sure you’re up to the challenge?” teasingly stated while your fingers card through his curls giving a light tug. Mischief sparking in your eyes as an idea conjures up for tonight.

“You testing me hermosa?” seeing you nod, his eyes close another low growl this one sounding more dangerous than the last. Only serving to fuel your desire for him.

He’s such a contradiction, caught between sweet caring gentleman that holds your hand when you’re scared and opens the door for you. Kisses your forehead and makes his famous hot chocolate on those days you’re not feeling yourself. To a sexual beast who’s single desire is to make you cum as many times on his tongue, fingers and cock that he can draw out of you. Whispering the filthiest things in your ear, some as he blushes making him all the more adorably cute and sexy at the same time. Then back to the tender, humble man you fell in love with and couldn’t see yourself without.

Thoughts interrupted by a swat to your ass, reminding you to answer, “Yes flyboy, I wanna see if you can make good on those plans.”

“Don’t worry mi amor I’ll remind you,” leaning in to give you the sweetest, softest kiss you’ve ever had. Making your heart flutter with love. Pulling back, “Just make sure you know what you’re getting into,” carefully letting you go, making sure that your steady on your weak legs then stepping away. Giving you a soft smile before turning to head into the bathroom.

Licking your lips, “I hate to see you go Frankie baby but I fucking love to watch you leave.” Pushing away from the wall, retying the robe to cover your body you let your eyes linger on him for a moment longer then head to Isabella who’s jumping and fussing wanting up and breakfast.

Missing the hardy belly laugh that Frankie lets out at hearing your remark, shaking his head while starting the shower and getting ready for another day at work.

To Part Two

#Frankie Morales x Plus Size Reader #Frankie Morales x Reader #Frankie Morales smut #Triple Frontier

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mizelophsun11 · 3 years

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Mizeloph's Tale Chapter 3

Pairing - The pairing right now is General Kirigan x OC Sun Summoner and then will move forward to Kaz Brekker x OC Sun Summoner

Summary - The Sun Summoner has been found! The unlikely orphan from Ketterdam seems to hold the most important power. She must figure out how she fits into the world now that everything has changed for her. A new life is thrusted upon her and she will have to figure out how she will take it all in.

Word Count - 1698

Anna groaned, opening her eyes trying to figure out what was going on. One moment she had been in complete darkness and now she had a Healer kneeling over her. She tried to look over where she last remembered seeing Mal and Alina, she gasped in pain as the Healer continued to work on her.

“Hold on, your collarbone is fractured” she said and worked to heal her collarbone and anything else that Anna needed done

“Wait, Mal.. Alina.. One is a tracker and the other is a map maker, where are they?..” she struggled to speak

“First army goes to medical now please try to stay still” the Healer said and continued to look for anything else that might be broken

Zoya approached them “we have to bring her to General Kirigan’s tent”

“I am not done healing her” the Healer countered

“You can go with her, General Kirigan needs to see her now” Zoya said

The Healier finished making sure that Anna felt comfortable then she was taken to General Kirigans tent. Anna was still slightly out of it, she felt like she had been drained of all of her energy. As she approached the black tent with the guards holding her arms she was amazed by what she saw inside but was also scared. All of this had to be a mistake, she shouldn’t be here, after all she was just a map maker who only had a few years of combat training under her belt.

General Kirigan turned around from looking at the map on the table “what are you?”

“Um.. I am a map maker sir, that's all”

The Grisha in the tent giggled at her response, Anna felt self conscious about her answer but she was telling the truth “Quiet” General Kirigan commanded, everyone stopped laughing “so what actually happened? Zoya? You manned the main sail” he looked over to her

“We were attacked barley two marks in, someone lit a lantern” Zoya replayed the events out loud and in her mind

“And?” General Kirigan asked

“It was her” Zoya answered, point to Anna “she created the light that killed the swarming volcra”

“Our mapmaker.. Is it true? Can you summon light? Where did you grow up?” he looked back over at Anna, with every piece seeming to fall into place, this girl seemed to be at the center of it all

“I don’t remember having a family, I spent a lot of time on the streets of Ketterdam trying to survive, but when I was around 10 Duke Keramsov took me back to his orphanage across the Fold” Anna had never talked much about her childhood, but here she was telling a stranger

“Hmm, and when were you tested?” General Kirigan knew that she had not been tested before, but he wanted to know why from her

“Well, when I was brought over I was past the age of when they would normally test children so on testing day I would be shoved away into a room where they would lock me in there until the testers left” Anna knew that didn’t sound good, but it was the truth and honestly she was glad because then she would not be separated from her friends.

General Kirigan nodded, he was angry about the treatment Anna had when Grisha testers came to the orphanage she had grown up in, but he would fix their mistakes now “If you have never been tested, let us just make certain” he walked up to her taking his claw ring off his pinking and onto his thumb “roll up your sleeve” he summoned shadow into the tent

She rolled her sleeve up, there was nothing she would have to be nervous about. In the moment, she didn’t feel scared, it was as if General Kirigan made her feel less afraid with his presence. Anna had only felt something like this once but, that had been a long time ago when she had a certain boy at her side until he had disappeared. He pulled her sleeve up just a little bit more and used his claw ring to cut her arm and from that wound a burst of pure light came out lighting up the tent and going through the top, everyone in the camp would be able to see. Anna could not believe what she was seeing, pure sunlight was coming out from her arm. General Kirigan smiled at her, seeing the amazement in her eyes, after a bit longer he closed off the cut which stopped the light from coming.

“Ivan” General Kirigan called for him “take her to my coach, I want as many armed guards with her at all times until she is safe behind the walls of the Little Palace”

“Yes sir” Ivan called a few guards over and they ushered Anna out of the tent and towards General Kerrigan's coach.

“Wait, I want to see my friends before I leave, please!” Anna had not seen them since everything went down inside the Fold, they had been taken to medical already by the time she woke up

“No, we have to get you to the Little Palace right now, the sun is beginning to set and there is no doubt every enemy who knows of your existence will be after you now” Ivan kept trying to get Anna to the coach, but she kept trying to fight them

As they approached the coach there was a Healer standing there where he went to make sure Anna was completely healed and took care of the cut on her arm. The Healer then took off his Kefta and gave it to her, she didn’t take it right away but he insisted. It would keep her safe during her journey to the Little Palace.

“Please I just want to make sure my friends are alright” Anna pleaded one more time before they left

“Like I have said, we need to leave now, we must start our journey, we can’t waste a moment. You don’t understand that by now every Shu Han assassin and Fjerdan spy will be after you” with the sun beginning to set in the west and to avoid any danger they would have to leave now while they had some natural cover

Anna knew that she could not fight Ivan and the guards off forever and was about to get into the coach when she saw Mal and Alina trying to make their way over to her “Mal! Alina!” she stepped down and went to run to them but was stopped by another Heartrender

“Miss Mizeloph we have to leave now” Fedyor commanded holding onto her arm

“Anna!” They yelled trying to get closer but where stopped by guards

“Please I need them” she was exhausted, this day had been very draining for her and just a few minutes with her friends would mean the world to her

“I am sorry but you cannot, we must leave now” Fedyor with the help of Ivan were finally able to get Anna into the coach

Once she was shoved into the coach and it started to move, Anna found the back window and pulled the curtains back. She yelled to her friends as she saw them trying to get past the guards to catch up, but there was no way possible for them to get close as the coach left. Once they got farther away from Kribirsk Anna sat down and looked at the two Heartrenders. She sighed and held the Kefta close to herself, so much was running through her mind. Only moments ago she was just another map maker, to now discover she was the legendary Sun Summoner. As the coach continued to move, Anna looked out the window to see the rising moon in the sky, lanterns had been lit to be able to see where they were going.

“So.. I know you are Ivan, who are you?” Anna looked back at the other Heartrender

“My name is Fedyor, and I am sorry about earlier, but we had needed to leave, it is dangerous for you now out in the open and we could not waste a moment to get you to Os Alta behind the walls of the Little Palace”

“Yeah.. I just, this isn’t normal, people coming after me like this. Even in Ketterdam I was never really sought after” Anna went back to looking out the window

“Well they will, if you are truly the Sun Summoner you are the key to taking down the Fold and the Fjerdan and Shu Han will make sure that they will give it their all to make sure that does not happen” Ivan said while looking out the window

“You are after all a hope to our country, it was Grisha who created the Fold and if one can destroy it then maybe.. We could finally be free of its burden, we would no longer be hunted because of who we are'' Anna looked at Fedyor once he was done talking to see that he had a small smile on his face, for him there was hope

Anna looked between the two men and knew that there was so much more to being a Grisha that she did not understand. Just yesterday she had been complaining about how the Grisha at Kirbisk wanted more space to train. However, they had not always had those luxuries, they had once been hunted and in reality they wanted to be treated like others. Grisha could practice the small science at their will, there should be no reason for them to be called witches and hunted until they are all dead. Now that Anna was Grisha she feared that she would now be hunted, always with a pair of eyes over her shoulder to try and survive. She sighed and realized that this would be a long journey, it would be a good idea to get some shut eye before her life changed forever at the Little Palace. Anna closed her eyes and was able to fall asleep pretty quickly, she had started to feel safe with Ivan and Fedyor, knowing they would protect her.

Author Note - I would like to send another big thank you to everyone who has liked my story and left a post! I also wanted to address a question someone had and thought it would be good for everyone to know, Anna is the only Sun Summoner in this story. Just incase anyone else was wondering about that there is the answer. I will be continuing to post chapters and if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know! I would be happy to add you!

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#shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction #ben barnes #freddy carter #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #grisha fic #grishaverse #the grisha series

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inforapound · 4 years

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With Our Eyes Shut Ch.1

This is my first TLK fic written in celebration of @geekandbooknerd;s 1,000 Followers Celebration. Congratulations you!!!. Prompt in bold. I have played with the series time line here. Expect historical and series inaccuracies and I had no idea who to tag so I can add or delete you easily. Just let me know.

Pairing - Sigefrid and OC Chapter - 1 of 4

The board sliding back to unlock the thick door startled the captives sitting on the floor of the dingy barn. Shushes and frightened gasps greeted the fair-haired Thurgilson as he walked in and eyed the huddled bunch. They were to be slaves to the heathen Danes and would soon learn that being cut down, like so many of their loved ones, would have been a blessing.

The siege had been fast, and the death count high with only a small number of women spared by the wicked brothers. They now had control over Beamfleot and planned to stay, establish and plot.

“Can anyone here read and write?” the Northman asked in a stern, thickly accented voice.

When no one responded, irritation flashed across his face, his kohl-lined eyes and long goatee making him look like some ghoul from a children’s fable.

“I will ask only once more.”

Reaching down, he grabbed the closest woman yanking her to her feet. Squealing like a piglet, she held up her shaking hands as if to signify she was helpless. The truth was, they all were and he knew it. Pointing his dagger at her face, he glared back at the captives, his cool blue eyes scanning them... waiting.

“Who. Here. Can. Read?”

It was clear, his patience was gone. Most averted their eyes but some glanced at one another as if also seeking the answer, desperate for the barbarian to set his sights on anyone but them.

“Shame,” he uttered, looking back to the woman, tightening his grip on the neck of her dress, making her cry out again.

Movement in his peripheral pulled his attention to the far corner. Pushing up to stand, a girl, a woman really leaned against the wall. She did not say a word but her terrified brown eyes met his just long enough for him to know that he had his answer.

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“Sigefrid,” Erik stressed his name as if to make his point. “We must keep our eye on the greater plan. To have this knowledge will give us the advantage of surprise.”

“So will my blade running through their skulls.” The dark-haired Thurgilson grinned, seated on the former Lord’s chair, “Surprise!” he laughed loudly, raising the incased knife affixed to his forearm up into the air.

If that was not a simple enough response to his brother’s suggestion that they learn the Christian language, he snorted and sucked snot down from the back of his nose, spitting a ball of phlegm onto the wood floor beside him.

Crossing his arms, Erik waited, knowing Sigefrid was not yet through.

“We do not need to read or write to raid and kill, Erik. We will settle here, enjoy what this bountiful land has to offer, and prepare to take out the weak king. We can speak their horse piss language, that is enough.”

“True, but would you not care to know what this says?” Erik held up the small scroll in his hand. It had been taken by two of their warriors who intercepted a messenger leaving Winchester. “Would it not be of value to know when and where their armies travel so we can better position? What if the black scratches on this parchment say that Alfred will soon be on the move, perhaps leaving his walled city to visit Mercia. On the road, he would be ripe for an ambush, brother. Just think...”

Always the less methodical out of the two, Sigefrid was passionate and impulsive, rash and at times his anger flared but now, he responded with silence knowing he would eventually agree with his younger brother. But not yet.

Roughly clearing his throat, he snorted again. “I will join the lessons,” he spoke slowly as to exaggerate his concession, “Once I have taken a shit. Unless I do it there,” his dark brows shot high and he flashed his straight white teeth, “welcome our tutor with the task of wiping that scroll across my dirty ass.”

“By the looks of her, you’d enjoy that,” Erik chuckled.

Emptying his cup in one go, Sigefrid’s dark eyes scanned the hall, “More ale!” he roared.

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The main building was not large, ten modestly sized chambers; six on the ground level, surrounding the main room, and four upstairs, evidently used by the previous and now dead Lord and his wife. Sigefrid would never understand why these Christian nobles did not share chambers with their wives. The only thought he had was, perhaps, it was less awkward on nights when humping the help. But domestic life, in any culture, was lost on him. He had never experienced it and did not plan to live that long. Wanting to reach Valhalla in his prime, it would be a warrior’s death for him and Erik was there to marry and breed, carry on their family’s bloodline.

Dark and handsome though, he was a self-proclaimed ladies man, always having his pick of the women. Felt them powerless against his bravado and charm and rarely went to bed without wetting his dick. Like killing, variety for him was the spice of life and Erik would tease that for Sigefrid, excess was the best show of success.

As much as he grumbled at the notion of learning the Saxon’s written word, he knew Erik would not lead them astray. Preferring to approach battle in a straight line, he charged at any target, whereas his baby brother touted strategy, suggesting that the zig and zag of tactical ambush would spare them men. Despite the glory of dying with a weapon in the hand, Sigefrid did recognize the convenience in keeping their numbers stable. They had set up shop in Wessex’s back yard and Alfred’s land was theirs for the taking.

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No crude or threatening comments came from Sigefrid when he first saw her. No jeering eyes or aggressive words. Nothing. He just looked at her standing frozen, alone, in front of them, her large brown eyes incapable of hiding her fear. He guessed in any circumstance she was likely a quiet little thing but there, before him and Erik, she had every reason to be afraid.

There was something in the way she watched them that he liked; an anticipation that reminded him of a baby doe, afraid, yet curious and seconds from fleeing to its mother. But there was no mother there to protect this girl... or woman. He could not tell how old she was, certainly younger than him, younger still than Erik.

Jerking his head, he lifted his blade, motioning for them to get on with the ridiculous charade, emphasizing his resistance with a loud grunt as he lowered himself into a chair at the table.

For privacy, Erik had chosen one of the upper rooms which had obviously been used as a meeting or council room. It consisted of a table with eight chairs, a fireplace, and daybed. It was not a large room or particularly bright but was situated next to their private chambers which meant it was sectioned off from others.

It was Erik’s suggestion that they understand the language from the basics up, outlining his wish to start with their alphabet and from there learn to read. Taking paper torn from one of the room’s many books, the girl, with a shaky hand, dipped one of the feather quills Erik had gathered into an ink pot and began writing out two copies of the Saxon’s alphabet.

It was quite a sight, sitting across as her trembling hand replicated the markings, her eyes looking like they fought themselves to stay fixed on the paper. As anyone would, she sat pensively as if expecting to be bit and it made him think of her, for the second time, as that little deer and them as two hungry wolves.

Watching, he wondered if her rosy cheeks were caused by fear or if her work, at whatever she did before their arrival, had her out under the sun. She had the slightest dusting of freckles and he guessed that if she were to smile, her cheeks would even dimple. The thought made him grin as he could not imagine what reason she would have to smile in her current predicament; a slave to the Danes, young and pretty, everyone she knew either dead or being worked like a mule.

Inhaling he let his impatience be known, sighing loudly and only mildly aware of some internal debate he was having; his mind slow to connect with his body’s response to the woman in front of him, loving how her small hands rushed to finish knowing he was staring.

Placing the quill down, she turned the papers for them to inspect. Straightening in their chairs, their expressions became serious, both looking unprepared for the complexity of the rows and rows of ruin-like symbols.

The men picked up their delicate feather quills, fumbling to find a position in their large hands that were more accustomed to wielding weapons and spilling blood. Sigefrid dropped the quill immediately, scoffing in an outright refusal and shot his brother a look.

“Dear brother,” he groaned, watching Erik’s earnest face, his eyes fixed on the paper below. “I feel like a fool.”

Not replying, Erik dragged the quill across the thin paper, holding it with his other to keep it in place. The tip cut through the delicate parchment from the heavy pressure he was unintentionally applying.

Looking back to the girl, Sigefrid’s eyes met hers for just instant before she lowered them again to the table. He suspected she had been looking at the knife strapped to his arm where his hand had once been. Not saying a word, he continued to study her, a mild thrill moving through him knowing, again, that she could feel his stare.

“You know I have never bothered with slaves,” he spoke in Danish. “I have no interest in bedding Christian farm girls.”

“Hmm,” Erik replied, his tongue sliding back and forth across his lower lip in concentration.

“If I want a hump, there are twenty Dane women downstairs insane to ride my cock,” he spoke slowly as if enjoying the sound of his own voice. “By the looks of her, she would not be able to handle such a beast.” He smiled at her downcast face deciding she really was quite beautiful; almost irritatingly so. “But you know what I think, brother?”

“I think you will tell me,” Erik answered also in Danish.

“This one,” he jerked his chin in her direction. “I think she likes me.”

“It helps that I told her she had to teach us or she dies,” he glanced up to her quickly but kept on with the quill. “She will do what it takes to survive. They all do.”

“What do you think?” Sigefrid chuckled, his white teeth visible through his thick black beard. “Should I make an exception? Teach her about glory holes?”

Startling, the girl looked up, spooked, as if she had just heard her name called for execution.

“Did you understand that?” Erik looked up with round eyes, asking in English but she did not answer.

Frowning, Sigefrid leaned forward in his chair, “Did you?”

Not waiting for her to respond, he shot up from his chair and stalked around to her side, placing his hands on the table and the back of her chair and leaned down. Instead of fleeing or crying, she squeezed her eyes closed, her body rigid as if waiting for a blow or to be dragged from her chair.

He brought his face closer to hers. “I asked you,” he spoke slowly, his accented voice oozing with threat. “Did you understand?”

“A little,” she opened her eyes, causing Sigefrid to look over at Erik.

Raising his hand, Erik signaled for him to give her a moment.

“Girl, how do you know our tongue,” Erik asked, his voice less aggressive.

“I know only a little.”

“Who taught you?” Erik probed and her eyes skitted around the room nervously.

“Maybe a blade to the throat will stir your memory, Saxon,” Sigefrid warned, dragging out the title.

Her eyes flashed back to his.

“I am from Frankia,” she uttered, sounding almost apologetic.

This made Sigefrid’s head cock to one side as he noticed that her voice did, in fact, have a different sound.

“That does not answer my question,” he leaned closer, by chance catching a glimpse down the bust of her dress.

“My father!” she rushed. “He was an interpreter.”

“For who?” Erik asked.

“A noble family in Paris.”

“Was he,” Erik said more to himself, his voice sounding as if his mind was already reeling with possibilities.

“Very interesting,” Sigefrid added leaning over her a little more, the crease between her heavy bosoms holding his eye. “Where is he now? We could ask for his help to understand their walled city. It has never been breached. Fools have tried but...”

“My parents are both dead,” she cut him off. “Nearly two years ago.”

“How?”

“My father was traveling to Northumbria on business and took my mother and I...as the trip would have had him gone for so long. We were robbed on the road; I somehow got away into the woods and hid.” She looked down into her lap, clearing her throat before continuing. “Their throats were cut.”

“Were they Danes?” Erik asked.

“I do not believe so.”

“They were no Danes,” Sigefrid scoffed. “Danes would not have let her escape.”

“Your father taught you other languages?” Erik asked, wanting to keep the girl talking.

Nodding she answered, her eyes staying fixed on her lap, “French, of course, English, the two languages of Ireland, some Arabic, I can understand some Danish but I cannot speak it well.”

The brothers exchanged glances, their eyes coming alive.

“This might be your lucky day,” Sigefrid smiled, straightening to stand.

“Or ours,” Erik looked up at his brother. “What a shit idea this was,” he smiled and picked up the paper in front of him, ripping it into pieces and making Sigefrid laugh.

“Do as you are told,” Sigefrid spoke abruptly, making her flinch, “and we will kill you last.”

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Days went by and Sigefrid entered the same room where Waylen now waited, standing guard; the girl was on the far side of the table, evidently wanting to keep some obstacle between her and the enormous Dane. Sigefrid had sent him to fetch her from the kitchen and escort her up to the meeting room. Pausing, he watched her, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him; he could have sworn she looked mildly relieved when he entered. Not surprising, he decided, as she was all but dragged into a private room by the hulking, young warrior.

Nodding he motioned for Waylen to leave, kicking the door closed behind. Turning his attention back to the girl, she shifted awkwardly under his gaze, clutching her apron, her expression almost expectant.

“I have been thinking about you,” he tapped his sheathed knife against his forehead. “I am too suspicious of a man to allow one slave to hold so much wisdom. Too cunning for us to become reliant on your,” his eyes narrowed, “cooperation. So..” he sucked air through his teeth, “the lessons will continue.” Dropping his chin, he eyed her from under his dark brows; she did not react but he could see her thoughts moving behind her large brown eyes.

“You will teach me... alone. This will be a,” he paused, thinking of how best to phrase it, “surprise for my brother. I will have Waylen fetch you when I want, and you will tell no one. And…despite my better judgment,” he hesitated, for an instant questioning his own thinking, “for your discretion, I am going to protect you. Hey?”

Her reply came by way of a subtle nod but the message was still clear, yes.

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bexterbex · 4 years

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Welcome back to Fic Rec Friday. Last week people seemed pretty excited for it, and not just the authors of those works. Since a lot of us have some time on our hands I’ve got some more recommendations for you. Remember not all the fics are Star Wars/Star Trek related. I like a lot of different stuff, and this reflects that.

Some Authors You Should Check Out (because they’ve got a lot of good work that I would recommend):

@amadwomanrambles She writes a lot for Hux, and is really good at it too. If you like period AUs like medieval or Victorian she is your gal. Go check out her stuff here or on her Ao3

@neeharlowwrites Writes for Kylo Ren, mostly Reader inserts or for her OC Noctrisha. I know a lot of you that follow me are thirsty for Kylo so go look at her stuff. Her Ao3 is here.

@galacticcannibalism Writes for Poe & Kylo, and for Connor from DBH. She’s got a lot of thirst to share. So go look at here Ao3.

Ok, now onto some none Star Wars stuff:

I know the omgcp! fandom is huge on tumblr, but there is another fictional hockey writer you should check out and its @youcouldmakealife. Their Original Story is so vast and so detailed that honestly, they don’t get enough love or credit for. As a hockey fan myself I have always enjoyed their writing. So check out their Ao3. Honestly Vinny needs to get a life.

Loki x Reader - Give me Love by @animefreak141

Loki won... the Earth is thrown into chaos, and you are taken away to become one of his 'girls'. In reality that really means you are a slave... servant... sex toy...

One night, The God of Mischief invites you to spend the night with him, leading the both of you down a path neither could have ever imagined...

Some of the themes in this are pretty heavy, but really good. Check it out if you can. [Status: Complete]

To Stumble Into Your Soulmate by thatwritinggirl on Ao3

For thousands of years, humans have evolved so that their hearts will glow a brilliant gold when they meet their soulmate. Not everyone found their soulmate in their lifetimes, but as you watched the soft white glow of your heart, you knew that you would, one day. You watched the gentle pulse of the light, beating in time with your soulmate's heart, until you fell asleep. The next day you would embark on your own adventure, finally working towards your dreams. But when your cab from Heathrow gets in a nasty accident, your heart seemed brighter. After wandering the halls of St. Bartholomew Hospital, you enter one of the labs only to find the most gorgeous man you had ever seen, and your hearts both glow a blinding gold as you finally find your soulmate.

What now?

Another really good soulmate AU, this time a BBC! Sherlock/Reader. It’s really good so go check it out. If anyone know’s their tumblr handle (if they have one) let me know as I will gladly add it. [Status: Complete]

I will be recommending a number of works every Friday. Please check the tags of the fic before you read them, just incase you see something you don’t like. My philosophy is IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT THEN CLICK OFF.

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kuratoki · 4 years

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Distance 04

There wasn’t a day Jeno didn’t regret not making things official with you sooner. What he also didn’t expect was his soon to be ex best friend to act on his feelings towards you either. Now a whole continent away with a ten hour time difference, will the two of you survive the distance and all the obstacles that come with?

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Ballerina OC x Dancer Jeno

Words: 3749

Warnings: Swearing

~Updates Ever/other day at 8AM PST~

Tag List: @mikachu-28 @peachykrystal @jenoleeaesthetic

“Are you okay?” you heard Mia ask as she laid a comforting hand on your shoulder as you rested your head in your hands on the dining room table. You had gotten home close to an hour ago and didn’t move.

Chan had come, offered Jisung to spend sometime at his and Kai’s place for a while since it was closer to the academy they were running training camp out of. Though reluctant, Jisung had seen the text from Jeno and knew that the boy was one to keep his promises so he agreed. The two of you would have to talk but he also knew that with the way you ran out, you were more worried about his friend.

“I’m fine.” you whispered, “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Cause my best friend’s been crying silently for the last twenty minutes and I’m worried.” she said looking down at her phone, “Plus, I was thinking of bunking with you instead of Renjun tonight.”

“I just...don’t get it.” you whispered, “It’s not even the fact that he kissed me...it’s the fact he knew. He knew that Jeno and I were taking things slow and he still…”

“He’s been missing you…” Mia whispered, taking a seat next to you and wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders, “Ever since training camp started, he’s been under scrutiny because my brother wrote him the recommendation letter. He has a lot to live up to and he was starting to feel the pressure from it. He has Chan...he’ll be okay. But will you?” she asked, “You aren’t mad at Jisung are you?”

“I can’t even be mad at him if I tried.” you muttered, “It’s my fault I didn’t validate his feelings sooner...I was just so focused, focused on the production, focused on keeping things normal with Jeno that I went as far as to neglect my best friend.”

“It’s not your fault.” Renjun said coming out from his shared room with Mia. He had overheard the conversation while he was trying to give the girls space but you were his best friend and partner, he couldn’t not be here for you right now “It would’ve been your fault if you kissed him back but from what we’ve heard, you pushed him away almost immediately. You did the right thing by telling Jeno. Whatever happens between him and Jisung...it’s out of your control.”

“Then why do I feel so guilty?” you asked with a frown, letting more tears fall, “Why do I feel like he won’t want to see me after this? I promised him this wouldn’t happen, that Jisung wouldn’t come between us.”

“Hey, like E.T said” Mia started, ignoring the ‘Hey’ she got from Renjun, “Whatever happens between Jeno and Jisung is out of your control. Jeno would never, could never find the bad in you because he’s so head over heels in love with you. Remember? He said he wasn’t mad at you.”

“Plus he said he was going to call you tonight right?” Renjun asked as you nodded, “So nothings changed, yea you two are going to have to talk things out but he won’t let go of you. He did that once already remember? He’s smart. He won’t make the same mistake twice.” he then wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you to him so he could fully embrace you and rested his chin on top of your head, “What we don’t need is for you to suffer because of this and let the whole production suffer too. I’ve got you, you’ve got me and it will always be that way.”

Feeling your body relax in his arms was probably the best thing he could’ve asked for in this situation, “I just hate the timing of this.” you muttered, “It’s all about the timing.”

“Why don’t we take a break from everyone for a while?” Renjun suggested, looking at Mia from above your head where she nodded, “You and I are overdue for some alone time anyways. Say, Mia’s family cottage in France?” he suggested.

“I think it’s a good idea.” Mia commented, “You guys should disconnect for a while. Leave your phones in the safe and enjoy the countryside. Plus, don’t you two have a piece to work on?”

“What do you say?” Renjun asked, looking down at you and he felt you nod.

“Maybe a break from everything and everyone is what I need…” you muttered and both Renjun and Mia let out sighs of collective relief, happy to hear that you agreed.

“You and Jeno are doing the exact same things to yourselves and yet you have the audacity to nag him while you’re pretty much suffering on your own.” Renjun said shaking his head but realized that you had dozed off.

Sharing a look with his girlfriend, Renjun carried you into your bedroom, tucking you in before he gently closed the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Renjun asked and Mia shook her head, giggling.

“I think...of all the people she needs right now it’s you.” Mia confessed, “She always considered Jisung someone that was close to her and after what happened tonight, I think she’s confused because of how much she trusted him. But in reality, it’s always been the two of you. You were the one who got her to open up about Jeno your first year, you were the one who helped her with her first piece...You helped her heal. You’re her best and truest friend, Hun.” she let out a sigh, “I’ll see what I can do over here with Jisung and I’m sure he’s told Chan everything so I’ll keep you posted. I’m assuming that you plan on flying out of France for her surprise?”

Renjun nodded his head, “We’ll be at the cottage for about four days and then back on Korean soil for another week or two, depending how auditions go.” he leaned in to give Mia a sweet kiss that she happily returned, “Thank you for being so supportive of this. Of us. I know it must be hard cause Y/N’s always around.”

“And her heart belongs to Jeno which is why I don’t worry.” Mia said with a gentle smile, “Plus, I like her so much better than you. Have you had her baked goods? I would keep her here all year if I could.”

“I think you’d have to fight Yuta and everyone else back there for that.” Renjun said with a laugh before getting up to stretch, “I guess I’ll go pack and try to get some sleep. You’re going to bunk with her tonight right?”

Mia nodded, “Just incase she wakes up or whatever. I’ll also take care of the train tickets and let my mom know you’re going to use the place. I know she was already packing for the Korea trip but I’ll throw a few extra things in there for her and finish packing her bag.”

“You’re the best girlfriend in the whole world, you know that?” he asked embracing Mia from behind and kissing her cheek, causing her to smile and turn in his arms.

“We wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for that girl in the room over there.” Mia giggled, leaning up to touch her lips to his, “Have a good night...Reggie.”

Pulling away, Mia walked towards your bedroom door, turning to see her boyfriends playful glare before she went inside.

On the other side of the world, Jaemin and Hana were on a mission. Leaving after first period, they decided to go to Jeno’s house. They wanted to ask what had him react the way he did earlier. Almost everyone in class had seen him punch the locker and the transfers had asked them what was up when Jeno stormed away.

After getting his answer from Renjun, he was quick to let Hana know and the worry on her face was obvious. What they didn’t expect upon entering Jeno’s home was the sound of aggressive grunts and the swinging of a chain coming from the gym he had in his basement. As they peaked their head in, they saw Jeno aggressively boxing the punching bag with all the strength he had. It looked like he’d been at it for quite sometime now since his hair was fully damp from the sweat and his breathing was ragged.

“Dude, you’re going to punch that thing off its stand.” Jaemin called out suddenly, making Jeno stop mid punch to look up at him and Hana.

“What are you guys doing here?” Jeno asked as he went back to punching the bag, the anger in him still not fully out yet, “Shouldn’t you guys be at school?”

“We know what happened.” Hana said slowly approaching the blonde and handed him a water bottle, “You have every right to be angry but I think there are worse things happening right now.”

Taking a gulp from the water bottle, Jeno gave Hana a look of surprise.

“I know what Jisung did was wrong.” she started, “I feel like it’s my fault I didn’t stop him when I knew I could but I thought I knew him better than that…” she looked down, “I thought that with how you and Y/N left things, he would leave her alone…”

“It’s not your fault though.” Jeno stated, despite being incredibly pissed off, he didn’t blame anyone except Jisung for what he was feeling right now. It was his fault that he was in this emotional turmoil.

“But I could’ve done something.” Hana whispered, “I told Y/N I’d take care of you, of the club while she was gone. But I didn’t expect Jisung to pull something like this.” she shook her head, “I know I should’ve told you sooner and I regret it so much right now but Jisung has always liked Y/N. He would deny it when someone brought it up but you could see it in his eyes. The way he looked at her, the way he was around her. The way he would worry about the littlest things when it concerned her. I should’ve said something to you so you could’ve at least talked with him before he left but I just didn’t expect Jisung to pull something like this.”

“And it’s not your fault, Hana.” Jeno said, running a hand through his hair and let out a breath.

The three friends settled on the floor of the gym where Jaemin had brought a few snacks for the long talk that was about to happen.

“I had a feeling that Jisung wasn’t being completely honest with me for a while now.” Jeno admitted, “But he and Y/N are so close that I didn’t want to jeopardize anything with her. Before she left, I told her about it and she promised me nothing would happen.” he let out a sigh, “Then this happened.”

“It’s not her fault though…” Jaemin commented and Jeno nodded.

“I know...I’m not mad at her at all.” Jeno said and Hana looked at Jaemin who gulped, “What’s up?”

“Are you sure?” Hana asked worriedly and Jeno looked at her confused.

“I told her I wasn’t mad…” he looked at Jaemin, “What do you know?”

Jaemin stared at his best friend long and hard with tight lips, “Renjun said Y/N thinks otherwise…”

“She feels guilty...because she promised you nothing would happen.” Hana said with a frown, “She probably thinks you’re mad at her because it happened.”

“I’m not. I can’t be mad at her...I told her I wasn’t. I even told her we’d have our usual video chat tonight.” he said frowning and took out his phone, “Maybe I should call her now…”

“She might be sleeping. Isn’t it past 2am there?” Jaemin asked and Jeno sighed knowing his best friend was right.

“What are you going to do about Jisung though? Has he messaged you?” Hana asked and Jeno showed him his phone, showing her the messages Jeno had sent earlier, “I mean...Y/N did the right thing by telling you…”

“I’m glad she isn’t hiding anything from me but Jisung is another story. He acted so well.” Jeno said letting out a frustrated groan.

“If it helps, Renjun said that Jisung will be staying with Chan and Jongin for a while. Mia and Renjun both think it’s best if they kind of just take a break from each other. To get their thoughts sorted out.” Jaemin said and Hana nodded, “I think Y/N should be your priority right now...We understand that the distance is hard for you and it’s not ideal since you just got each other back...but maybe fates keeping you away for a reason.”

“Like what? So every guy that’s liked her can confess?” Jeno retorted with a snort, shaking his head as Hana glared.

“What about you and Tzuyu? You’ve been friendlier as of late no?” she asked casually and Jeno gave her a questioning look.

“I think I’ve said a total of three sentences to her...what have you been hearing?” Jeno asked pointedly.

“She wants you.” Hana whispered looking down, “That’s why I don’t hang out with them as much. She always talks about you even though she knows that Y/N’s my best friend.” She clenched her fist, “She has a rep Jeno...a big one at her old school.”

“Xiaojun told me that she broke up with their schools top student before she transferred and when you walked into the lunchroom a few weeks back, she was literally eye fucking you the whole time.” Jaemin added, “I like YangYang and XiaoJun, they’re really cool people but Tzuyu has been rubbing us the wrong way. I’ve never seen someone so...predatory before…”

“Why are you guys worried?” Jeno asked curiously, “You know where my feelings stand.”

“And it’s not you we worry about.” Hana stated, “I’m afraid that she’ll do something...catch you off guard...haven’t you noticed what she’s been doing lately?”

“She’s literally following me around school.” Jeno deadpanned, “How have I not? Have you guys not told her about Y/N?”

“Oh, Yeeun gave Tzuyu a whole damn lecture.” Jaemin said dramatically, “She was in that girls position a few months back.”

“She’s just ignoring them. That’s what scares me the most.” Hana said quietly, “I don’t...no I can’t see Y/N upset like that again. I know this whole thing between you, her and Jisung is tearing her apart. she’s so busy that it’s easy for her to throw herself into her workload and forget...but I worry. I worry so much Jeno… you have no fucking idea and the fact that you haven’t been around much either...” Hana shut her eyes as she felt tears sting the corner, “You guys are perfect for each other and the fact that you two aren’t official is what’s keeping Tzuyu on her path. She thinks she can change your mind.”

Jeno looked at Hana with worry. This was the first time he’d really seen the girl express any negative emotion. Like Jaemin, she was bubbly, happy go lucky and always saw the good in people like you did but here she was, voicing her worries, not only to him but to Jaemin as well. She was looking out for you because she knew how much Jeno mattered to you like how Sooyoung was looking out for Jeno because Soonyoung knew how much he meant to you.

In reality, Hana and Jaemin were the couple Jeno wanted to be. They loved each other unconditionally and it had only been three years but it was the look on their faces where you could tell it was real. Jaemin saw Hana and Hana saw Jaemin. Just like how he saw you and you saw him.

He scooched across the circle so he could wrap an arm around Hana’s shoulders, bringing her into a hug, “Thank you for looking out for the family.” he whispered and Hana gave him a tearful smile as Jaemin joined in on the group hug.

“So do you guys want to hang out tonight? Chenle asked if we wanted to have dinner with everyone but I think I’m looking for a quiet night in so I can call Y/N in peace later.” Jeno said once they pulled away from each other.

“We have the whole day. Why don’t we hit up the store and I’ll make dinner.” Jaemin suggested and the other two agreed.

Later in the evening, Sicheng was once again hosting the transfers along with Chenle, Yukhei, Yuta and Yeeun. It had seemed like your place was the main place of gathering since it was the biggest and emptiest. They had decided to order take out and were now sitting in your backyard since the weather was pretty decent.

“Was there never a fence in this backyard?” YangYang asked, looking at the large grassy area that contained two patios, a pool and a hot tub.

“I think Jeno broke it when he was hopping the fence to come over when he was like ten.” Sicheng said looking at the large yard, “Their parents realized that it was useless to have a fence and combined the two backyards.”

“Ah, so that side is Jeno’s place.” YangYang said motioning to the other side and Sicheng nodded.

“Where is he tonight anyways?” Xiaojun asked and Tzuyu looked up from her day dream, “he left school early and no one’s seen him since.”

“Same with Hana and Jaemin.” Chenle commented and looked to Yeeun, “Do you know anything?”

“Not my place to say.” Yeeun said, looking at Yukhei who nodded. The group chat had been updated and they were in disbelief as to what happened. Yeeun had even sent you a text asking if you were okay but Mia had replied on your behalf saying that you were resting and that she’d call her later. She was still waiting for that call.

“Do you think it’s about Y/N?” YangYang asked, slight concern evident in his voice, “You guys said that Jaemin and Hana were close with her right?”

“Potentially.” Yukhei confirmed with a nod, “But once again, we can’t say.” he then turned to look at Sicheng who was giving him a suspicious glance and Yukhei shook his head. This wasn’t his secret to tell, “But I can say that the three of them have decided to have a quiet night in so they declined to join us today.”

“I’m starting to think Jeno doesn’t like us.” YangYang said with a small frown, “He’s always either too busy or doesn’t want to hang out.”

“It’s not like that.” Yuta said quickly as Chenle nodded, “His priorities are just...different right now.”

“He has a lot on his plate that he has to take care of and with half our friends on a different continent, it’s taking a small toll on him.” Chenle explained, “I lost my roommate and gamer friend to Europe so I would know the feeling.”

“But you hang out with us.” Xiaojun stated and Chenle shrugged.

“And Jeno hangs out with Jaemin and Hana. The three have known each other for a while now so it would make sense for them to feel the most comfortable with each other. You guys have to understand, unlike us, they never really let anyone else into their group.” Yukhei reasoned, “They’re acting the exact same way before Y/N came back.”

Hearing noises coming from the house next door, Tzuyu zoned herself out of the conversation and looked through the open window of Jeno’s house which looked like his kitchen. There she saw Hana and Jeno with the most relaxed smile on his face that she had ever seen. He was dressed in a white wife beater and his hair was slicked back. It was as if he felt someone staring at him cause for a brief second, he looked up at Tzuyu with a blank look before looking up to say something. Around the same time, Jaemin appeared and put a plate of food down on the table and he too turned around to look at Tzuyu. Walking over to the window, he gave Tzuyu a small smile before pulling the blinds down, completely obstructing her view.

“Bad idea.” Yeeun whispered to her before she went back to her conversation with Xiaojun. She had noticed Jeno and Hana in his kitchen the whole time but didn’t say anything out of privacy. The two had acknowledged her but other than that, everyone went along with their business.

Later that night, Jeno decided to try and give you a call. What he didn’t expect was for Renjuns voice to be heard on the other line.

“Hey man.” Renjun said, slightly out of breath. This confused Jeno since he was sure he had called your phone.

“Do I want to ask?” Jeno questioned and he heard Renjun laugh quietly.

“Y/N’s in the shower. We have to catch a train in a few.” he said, “I was just packing a few extra things.”

“Train? Where are you guys going?” Jeno asked, “Don’t you guys have work to do?”

“Ah you see, that’s the beauty of our job. We can work from home for several days and rehearsals don’t start for another three weeks. After last night, I figured we could use some time away from everyone so we’re going to Mia’s family cottage in France.” Renjun explained. “We won’t have our phones until we leave so just a heads up. But I think it’s something Y/N really needs right now.”

“I agree on that but are you guys going alone?” Jeno asked.

“Of course. Mia has training camp and it’s been forever since Y/N and I have actually talk talked. She’ll call you when we’re back from France okay? Just know that I’ll take care of her.” Renjun said and heard Jeno sigh.

“If theres anyone I can trust its you.” Jeno said, sounding defeated, “Have fun and tell her I miss her.”

“Of course you love sick puppy. See you soon.” Renjun said and hung up the phone, shaking his head before looking at Mia.

“How is that guy so stupid?” he asked his girlfriend who giggled while eating her breakfast.

“He’s just blind and in love.” she reasoned, “Now you better get going, Y/N’s already waiting outside.”

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New Blood (a Kakashi Hatake x OC fic) - Chapter One

Warnings: Use of violence, violence, use of knives, swearing, drinking, death mention, death

Read on AO3 or below the line

As the sun began to rise, Kakashi swung his legs over his bed. Stretching his bare body high in preparation for what the day would bring. Whether that was a mission or battle. Grateful for the previous day of rest, Kakashi couldn’t deny he was beginning to feel the pressures of being shinobi.

Orochimaru had caused devastation around the village. Buildings destroyed, lives taken, and the Third Hokage gone. Because of this, manpower was scarce and in an attempt to assure the village appeared just as strong as before to outside eyes, missions continued to be carried out. Despite shinobi in the village being stretched thinner than rice paper.

To make matters worse, Sasuke Uchiha left the village in pursuit of power and revenge. A squad being sent after him to recover him only ended in disastrous results. The village was lucky not to lose anyone but still two members of the squad were left in critical condition while the rest were in need of proper rest. Unfortunately, this left Kakashi to fill in any gap that was in need of filling.

With a book in hand, Kakashi quickly ate breakfast before he prepared himself for the day. Flak vest on, knives packed, headband fastened around his head, Icha Icha packed in the breast pocket of his vest. Ready for what the day may bring.

“Kakashi, you're needed on an A Grade mission. Intel for a client I’m unable to name at this time. You’ll be leaving tomorrow at dawn” Tsunade had said as soon as he arrived at her office, surrounded by paperwork.

“Who is on this squad?”

“It’s a two person squad. You and Gai”

Ah yes. Another Gai and Kakashi adventure. He had been wondering when he would have another one of those. At least this mission should be amusing with Gai tagging along.

“I see. Is that all?”

“No, actually I’ve been meaning to talk to you. I’ve decided because this village is in need of manpower, we need more genin trained to be prepared for anything Orochimaru or anyone else may throw at us. So I’ve outsourced some chunin from across the country to come to Konoha and help prepare the genin for the chunin examinations. We’ll be holding them earlier than usual”

“So where does this leave me?”

“You’re one of the best we have right now. I need you focused on missions. Because Naruto is under Jiraiya now and Sasuke has gone to Orochimaru, Sakura will be trained by someone else”

“Then who will continue her training?”

“Maia Setsudan,” Tsunade said as she slid the folder over to Kakashi.

Kakashi opened it. A picture of a young woman stared back at him. Long brown hair, dark brown eyes, light skin. A serious look on her face. The record itself was thin. No missions, no history of her training, no rank. Just her basic details and stats.

“I don’t mean to question your judgment but this woman has not been trained in any type of jutsu, by anyone”

Despite all of that, her record appeared clean. Nothing sticking out at him, her stats however pointed to her abilities being of a jonin level and this confuses him greatly.

“Not officially no but I’ve seen her skills and she owes me a favour” Tsunade smiled. “The others are at least chunin, yes they did not continue their training but I’m assured they’ll assist the students in any way they can”

“My decision is final. This is only temporary Kakashi”

Kakashi accepted the decision, walking out of the office. He would never doubt Hokage, never disobey Hokage. They were Hokage for a reason but Tsunade had to have lost her mind.

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In a little clearing, surrounded by trees stood two out of three of Mais Setsudan’s students.

“Hello, I’m glad to meet you both. And I’m sure it will be good to meet Sakura when she gets back. Nevermind that. I’m Maia, just Maia. No need to call me sensei or anything else. I’m just here to help you guys out”

“Now my speciality is knives. Knives are dangerous weapons if you use them right. You can hit your opponents chakra points if you aim them precisely, with agility and speed you can slice your opponent to ribbons.”

“But it would be foolish of me not to have other stances to fall back on. My belief is that ninja should always have a form that acts as both offence and defence”

Kakashi sat hidden in the trees, legs firmly planted on a branch, watching as this woman gave her students a lecture. Stances that enabled both defence and offence of course was a good idea in theory, but realistically sometimes you weren’t able to do so.

“Ma’am-Maia I’m not really skilled in defence” a student, Moto, quietly spoke.

Nodding to himself, Kakashi understood that this wasn’t realistic for every student. Some were just not capable of performing such jutsu, mostly countering this with other stances to make up for it. Knowing your weakness was as important as knowing your strengths. He would give this Maia Setsudan the benefit of the doubt, maybe she would prove to be a capable mentor after all.

“And that’s okay. At your age I was only learning offence but I also learnt how to defend too eventually”

At your age? So she did have training. Nothing formal that Kakashi could see on her record so the question was: who trained her?

Konoha was in a compromising situation as it was these days. Last thing they needed was someone coming into the village and turning out to be a spy for someone that did not have Konoha’s best intentions at heart.

“Look I’ll show you” Maia said, getting herself into stance.

She began running in circles slowly, a wall of wind slowly forming at her feet and growing towards the treetops, forming to incase her in a dome.

“When I say so, throw your kunai at me” Maia ordered.

As she continued to run in circles, increasing her speed, the dome began to form fully. To Kakashi this was a basic wind wall, nothing special or out of the ordinary.

“Now!”

Moto threw his kunai at the dome but on impact the kunai bounced off the dome, flying back towards the student. Kakashi was ready to move and catch it if necessary, getting into position but as he moved to leap, something stopped him. It was Maia leaving her wind dome, running to the kunai and grabbing it before it was inches away from the student’s eye.

“Why didn’t you block or dodge?” she simply asked, no anger in her tone.

“I-I don’t know it’s like my brain froze”

“Well...just don’t do that on the battlefield…”

She was fast, sure but that was dangerously close and maybe Tsunade should be informed that a student almost got seriously injured during the first day of training.

“With the wall, I generate enough speed to defend myself and if my wall is attacked then my wall deflects my opponents attacks back onto them. This includes attacks involving chakra too”

Attacks involving chakra? How could this be? It only stunned Kakashi because it was a basic move weaponised into something more. His suspicions lead him to the conclusion that the dome was infused with low levels of chakra.

“I can also move with my wall meaning my opponents will be knocked over or caught in the wind trap. A basic form can be transformed and with enough training you can use these basic forms as weapons. My wall works for me because of how comfortable I am with speed but we will find where your skills lie and match your forms to that”

Kakashi had watched the rest of the lesson. Waiting for Maia to slip up, give him a reason to run to Tsunade and tell her she’s made a massive mistake but the almost kanui to the eye was the only slip up Maia had made.

She was attentive to the students. Focusing on their strengths and their weaknesses, giving them small adjustments to help chakra flow. It was a very basic lesson but Maia was becoming familiar with the students and this was the best way to do it.

“Next time I want you two to fight each other. Friendly clean match. I just want to see how you do your thing”

That was lesson over, Maia and her students parting ways into the forest and back to the village.

Shadowing her through the forest, Kakashi watched as she walked on her own. For someone so fast she sure enjoyed dawdling along, taking in the trees and the flowers along her path. Maia was an attractive young woman, Kakashi wouldn’t deny that. Her method, from first impression, seemed fine despite the almost injury but Kakashi wasn’t always going to be hidden in the treetops waiting for her to slip up. Despite all of this, a bigger question remained. Who was she? Because if she was a spy or collecting intel for someone then this put Konoha in jeopardy. Even if she knew Tsunade, doesn’t mean others close to the village hadn’t betrayed it before.

Kakashi decided to continue shadowing her through the village. Figure out what kind of character she truly was. Maybe she would prove him right, meet with some contact in the shadows and show him that her intentions were not so pure as they appeared.

Instead of some thrilling spy chase, Kakashi found Maia’s time in the village quite uneventful. She had taken quite some time picking out ingredients at the food stalls, Kakashi could feel himself yawning as she weighed up two carrots. Maia continued to walk around the market, stopping at a bookstore. A copy of some smutty romance novel in hand as she walked out of the store. Kakashi’s eyebrow rose, he himself was a lover of erotic fiction. Perhaps she was as big a pervert as he was, not that he’d openly admit he was a pervert or anything.

He had been shadowing her for a while before he lost her in the crowd. In the streets now instead of the rooftops. Kakashi frowned for a moment as he scanned the crowd, no sign of her anywhere. Still he continued to walk through the crowd, pretending to be minding his own business.

“Can I help you with something?” A voice said to his right, almost making him jump in the air.

Looking to its owner, he found Maia Setsudan. Height wise she came up to his neck, a little shorter than him but she had glared at him as if she was seven inches taller than him. Brown onion in hand ready to pelt him.

“You were up in the trees during my lesson and now you’re following me through the streets. What do you want?”

She knew he was there? How? Kakashi frowned. He’s not detected by just anyone, let alone a ‘shinobi’ with no formal training and Maia was starting to catch on to that.

“Your hair was sticking out from the tree you were watching me from” she laid it out plainly. “Then I saw you on the rooftop at the market”

Kakashi still was yet to say anything, he just couldn’t believe he had picked a terrible hiding spot to begin with.

“No need to frown. If anything I should be the one frowning. I don’t appreciate being followed”

“I’m Kakashi Hatake, Sakura’s mentor” Kakashi finally spoke.

“Ah… I see. You were just making sure your student was in good hands and I can assure you she is” Maia seemed to be beginning to warm up to him despite him shadowing her. Understanding the concern a past mentor may have for his student.

“Can I ask who trained you?”

There it was, the question Maia hated being asked the most. Her smile has started off as genuine but now she started to smile sweetly, a way to hide her frustration. She told Tsunade she would be well behaved. It was a shame he had to ask, she really was warming up to him.

“A shinobi who left his village”

“A missing-nin?”

“Yes. Is that all?” Maia said directly, her patience fading rather quickly. What is this? Interrogation hour?

“What gave you the idea to allow Moto to throw a knife at your shield if you knew it would rebound back at him?”

“Well… I guess my expectations for formally trained ninja of his level were too high” she said, a puff of air leaving her nose in the form of laugh, “but I’m sure you would have stepped in if I had neglected to do so”

Kakashi swallowed hard. She was trying to playing games with him, something he didn’t care too much for. He could stand around all day, taking her quips but he truly had better things to do.

“If that’s all, it was good to meet you Kakashi Hatake.” she said as she walked by, refusing to look back at Kakashi as she left him standing in the crowd alone.

Maia’s happy place was always in the kitchen. No matter how busy her mother was, working two jobs to support them, she always had time to cook dinner. Maia would watch, standing on a wooden crate, helping peel vegetables and wash rice. It’s no wonder she became a chef.

Cooking was second nature, so was holding a knife. She had cooked her mee goreng, sat herself on the couch shovelling it into her mouth as she dived into the new novel she had bought that day.

Descriptions of lust and sensual touching filled Maia’s focus. It had been a very long time since she let a man into her life, let alone in her bed. But it was okay, she lived vicariously through characters in fictional worlds getting their rocks off instead.

As she turned the page, throwing a noodle into her mouth, her attention wandered to the man following her today. Kakashi Hatake.

One day long ago, her master had told her the story of the child prodigy of Konoha. The kid that made his own jutsu, a jutsu so powerful it could cut a lightning bolt in half. Maia remembered how her master told her that one man should not be capable of all that power and destruction and now Maia had stood face to face with him.

Though she felt as if she stood her ground, she still couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the man. For him to question her abilities and asking questions about her training just showed Maia that he was someone she had something to prove to. To prove she was a capable mentor and a capable shinobi. Not only to him but to the whole village, possibly even the world.

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Maia ran through the forest, searching for the man she saw wander through earlier. Everyday this man would disappear into the forest and Maia would watch the village gates, waiting for him to return. This day, with her mother working a double shift, she bunked off school, instead she would follow him.

She came to a halt when she heard a sound, like a knife scraping on wood. Creeping slowly, Maia approached a shrub to hide, taking notice of the sound of her footsteps. There she crouched, her heartbeat flooding her ears. She thought she had gone unnoticed until-

“I can hear you” the man said, sitting alone in the forest on a rock, sharpening a stick with his kunai.

A young Maia popped her head out behind the large shrub, shy but curious.

“Are you a shinobi sir?”

“I used to be” the man said, unbothered.

“I thought they killed shinobi that ran away”

“They do but they haven’t found me yet”

Maia took a moment to absorb what the man truly said. He was on the run, jumping from town to town till he would eventually die.

“Can you teach me?”

“No way, the last thing I need is something kid exposing me to the whole village”

“But sir, I think I’m meant to be a shinobi”

“Yeah and? Every kid does”

“No, look”

Maia had begun running, running and running in circles. Her speed was unusual for her age, not as great as it would be when she grew older but still impressive. Maia had practised this for months, hoping to impress him so he’d take her on as his student. He began to stroke his chin in thought. Maybe this kid could be shinobi after all, however the shinobi way had the potential to be isolating, trapping. Once that was your path you could never leave and if you did, you’d be on the run for the rest of your life.

“What's the name kid?” the old man asked.

“I’m Maia!”

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Gateway Drug | Part Fourteen

Part Thirteen

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC

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June 30, 1983 approached with the speed of a Ferrari. Our wedding day held the same nerve racking energy as skydiving: we knew that jumping was going to be a thrill, but we didn't know whether we had a body of water or pavement waiting for us, or if our parachutes even worked.

"Vivian, are you nervous?" Tansy's mother, Diane asks me as I sit with curlers in my hair, Tansy putting foundation on me and I look at her.

Diane was a Barbie. I'm almost certain that she and Vince actually slept together at some point. She was a former Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader from '62-'63 before she got pregnant with Tansy and moved back to Mississippi. There wasn't a time I ever saw Diane with a platinum blonde hair out of place. Public imperfection equaled social suicide in her eyes and she made sure Tansy understood it down to the science of it. But Diane never tried to stop Tansy's partying because no one else who actually mattered knew about it. Everybody in the public thought she was innocent aside from showing her body in a magazine...until Tansy "accidentally" forgot to cover the tracks on her arms with makeup at one of her photo shoots in 1987. Diane nearly had a stroke —not because her daughter was so deep in a hole she couldn't get out of by herself—but because the world had found out her kid was on heroin and she was embarrassed.

"Depends on what Nikki's response to that question was." I tell her and she laughs.

"I haven't seen him yet." She tells me and I nod, licking my lips.

"I had to get him a couple shots of Jack earlier." Tansy comments, and I look up as she dots concealer under my eyes and pats it in.

"I'd be concerned if he weren't drinking." I reply.

"As long as he's drinking, we're good?" Diane states and I nod, looking at her with a little smile.

"As long as he's drinking, we're good." I repeat. "...unless he gets sober." I add.

"If the good Lord's willing and the creek don't rise." Tansy pipes and I look at her.

"That is the most backwoods thing I have ever heard you say." I mumble to her with a little chuckle.

"Mississippi." She reminds me of where she's from.

"Oh, I forget you're from Mississippi." I reply.

"Because she's got a attitude from L.A." Her mother states matter-of-fact, a sour tone to her voice.

"I'm a nice person, Mama." She argues just as Vince and Tommy are opening the door of the bridal sweet. "Guys, tell my mom I'm sweet."

"As taffy." Vince states sarcastically, and Tansy cuts her eyes at him.

"How's Nikki?" I ask Vince and he chuckles.

"He's fine." He replies to me. "We left him with Mick for a second. I was hoping I'd come in here and see some skin." He plops in a chair.

"Vince, do you not think it's inappropriate to want to see your best friend's wife naked?" I ask him, glancing at him as Tansy powders my face before applying mascara.

"You're not married yet, Saint Viv." He retorts, raising his brows.

"No, but you are." Tansy tells him smartly. "Should I go get Beth to come tighten your leash?"

"I'll tighten your leash." His voice is overly sexualized, looking her up and down and she pretends to gag in disgust but he turns it on her. "You've always had the prettiest little gag."

"Dude, I know." Tommy adds, sharing a mutual grin with Vince.

"You morons are disgusting and, Vince, you're drunk." I shoot at them. "Go sober up. I don't need you being messy." I speak sternly, and Vince exhales and stands, stumbling a little before heading back to the door with Tommy to make sure he won't face plant.

The tiny church is hot and stuffy due to lack of air conditioning and while we wait to start, the only thing keeping me from passing out is Tommy fanning me with a paper back bible he snagged from the back of a pew in the sanctuary as Tansy puts my veil in my waved hair.

"You're so pretty." She coos, admiring her hard work on my hair and makeup.

"You are, too." I reply in the same tone, looking at her perfect blonde hair that's curled flawlessly, the very top of it pinned back out of her delicate face. Big blue eyes are a contrast against her flowing emerald green dress that reaches just above her knees.

I finally found my dress just in time for it to be altered and ready for pick up a couple of days ago.

It's slightly itchy, the off the shoulder fitted lace sleeves reaching down to my wrists are slightly uncomfortable, but other than that it's perfect. The skirt of it is a little poofy, but nothing compared to the mountain of tool the first dress I tried on, was.

"Alright, I'm gonna go out there." She tells me hesitantly once the piano starts up, grasping my hand in hers.

I told you she just knew things the way Mick just knew things, and she knew Nikki and I had no idea what we were getting ourselves in to, she just didn't have the heart to tell us.

"I'm fine, Tansy." I assure her when she silently refuses to let go of my hand incase I need her to hold it due to fear. She just gives me a little smile and lets go, patting Tommy on the cheek before stepping out in the sanctuary.

Tommy's grinning ear to ear, seemingly about to burst.

"I can't believe two of my best friends are really doing this." He exhales through his large smile, looking at down at me. His smile falters a smidge, and he licks his lips, clearing his throat. "You sure you're alright, Viv? No cold feet or anything? Because there's a window up by the ceiling in the bathroom and I'll give you a boost out if you don't wanna do this."

"I'm okay, Tommy." I chuckle and he lets out a breath of relief. "Has Vince gotten sobered up a little?"

"Yeah, I made him chug some water."

It's our turn to walk out now and I hook my arm through his, my right hand gripping at my bouquet of Purple lilies, and I'm practically panting to calm my nerves.

"If you trip and fall, I will, too, so you're not alone or anything." He assures me and I have to keep from laughing loudly.

The church ushers open the door for us, and we slowly make our way down the aisle.

There's people Nikki invited that I've either never met or have seen them hanging out with the guys from time to time.

Diane, Sparkie, and Tommy's girlfriend are seated together beside Beth, Vince and Mick, and even as I'm walking down the aisle, Beth and Roxie are solely focused on shooting Tansy death glares as if they have rabies and want to tear in to her. Tommy’s parents and Doc weren’t able to come, but I highly doubt Nikki’s holding it against them, so I’m not worried with it either.

I don't look at Nikki until we're merely feet away from the alter, then my grip on Tommy's arm tightens to steel and I'm scared to let go because I might just trip and fall.

We get to the alter and stop, the minister asking who's giving me to Nikki. My best friend tells him he is, before lifting my veil and kissing my cheek. I hand my flowers to Tansy and Tommy takes my hand that he's holding, about to pass me to Nikki.

He stops midway, though, to hug me tightly, and I swear his eyes are watering but I don't give it a second thought.

The hug only lasts a few seconds and he's giving Nikki my hand before stepping to his side as his best man.

I'm hit with the weight of all of this the second Nikki's skin touches mine, our grips on each other's hands tightening as we both give out nervous smiles, waiting for the minister to start.

"We have gathered here today to celebrate the joining of Nikki and Vivian in holy matrimony. I didn't have much time to prepare a message being that Miss Kinston contacted me only two weeks ago and asked if she could have her wedding here."A few people, including myself, chuckle as he continues. "But we'll make it work the best that we can." He smiles at me and Nikki, opening his bible. "Before I begin, is there anyone who finds any reason as to why these two should not be joined together as husband and wife? If so, speak now or forever hold your peace." No one says a thing, and he nods at the two of us slightly before starting.

"A marriage between any two people is a direct representation of Jesus' commitment to his church. You will make sacrifices for your wife the way Christ sacrificed himself for his church, while you will love your husband the way the church is suppose to love Christ."

Nikki rolls his eyes and I squeeze his hand, causing him to cut his eyes a little at me while I silently scold him.

"To know love is to know God because God is love. 1 Corinthians states that, 'Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.'" He tells us. "A marriage is not meant to be two halves coming together to form a whole, but two complete people coming together to form a team and a partnership. Your triumphs will be your partner's triumphs to celebrate with you. Your struggles will be your partner's struggles to mourn with you. You two will go through the greatest highs together but also the most heartbreaking lows. You must never lose yourselves or each other in turmoil, however. Support each other, encourage each other, comfort each other, fight for each other. Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers a multitude of sin.” He explains and I let out a soft breath, feeling my nervousness start to fade. "Before we start the reciting of vows, I would like to precede with a passage from Ruth. ‘And Ruth said, Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall by my people, and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there will I be buried. May the Lord do so to me and more also if anything but death parts me from you." By the time he’s finished reading, I’m nearly tearing up. “The rings, please," The minister motions to Tommy and Tansy. Tommy hands Nikki the small diamond ring for me and Tansy hands me the simple gold wedding band for Nikki. "Nikki, repeat after me, 'I, Nikki, take thee, Vivian, to be my lawfully wedded wife.'"

Nikki takes a deep breath and licks his lips before saying:

"I, Nikki, take thee, Vivian, to be my lawfully wedded wife."

"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, or for worse."

"For rich, or for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,"

"Till death do us part."

"Vivian, do you accept these vows promised to you by Nikki?"

"I do." I nod, sniffling.

"Nikki, take Vivian's ring and place it on her finger."

He obeys, his hand shaking slightly as he slides the ring to rest beside the plain silver band he proposed to me with. "With this ring, I thee wed. With all I am, and all I have, I honor you."

"With this ring, I thee wed. With all I am, and all I have, I honor you." He repeats after him.

"Vivian, repeat after me. 'I, Vivian, take thee, Nikki, to be my lawfully wedded husband.'"

"I, Vivian, take thee, Nikki, to be my lawfully wedded husband."

"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, or for worse."

"For rich, or for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,"

"Till death do us part."

"Nikki, do you accept these vows promised to you by Vivian?" He asks after I am done with my vows.

"I sure as hell do." Nikki assures us and I squeeze my eyes closed and laugh with everyone else at his blatancy.

"Vivian, take Nikki's ring and place it on his finger."

I do so, my eyes meeting Nikki's and refusing to look away.

"With this ring, I thee wed. With all I am, and all I have, I honor you." The minister states for me to speak to Nikki.

"With this ring, I thee wed. With all I am, and all I have, I honor you." I restate.

"So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let no man separate."

I barely hear the cheers and hollering of our guests due to the unexpected urgency Nikki pulls me to him with, wrapping me tightly in his arms as his lips press to mine.

I'm a sobbing mess and I'm not exactly sure why, but I tell myself it's because I'm overwhelmed with happiness.

When he pulls away, he's wiping my tears with his thumbs.

"You taste like booze." I tell him, and he smiles and kisses me again chastely.

Our reception was at Tansy's mother's beach house in Malibu and I apologized to her in advance for the shenanigans that would inevitably take place under her roof.

"Alright, one, two, three." Diane counts off and the "click" of the camera softly sounds off.

"Next!" I motion for Mick and Vince to join Me, Nikki, Tansy and Tommy as we take our wedding party pictures in the formal living room.

"Sooner we get done with this the sooner we can get wasted." Nikki reminds everyone as Mick and Vince step to us.

Mick stands on the other side of Tommy and Tansy as Vince stands beside me and Nikki.

Another "click" initiates Nikki shooing everyone away so me and him can have our own picture.

Just as the camera captures the picture, Nikki's hands curve under my arms and grasp at my breasts, causing my eyes to widen as the flash hits us.

"Nikki!" I scold him, nearly hitting him with my bouquet.

He and the guys think it's hilarious while I'm swatting at him, trying to hold back my laughter.

We calm down so she can take another photo, and like the last time, he's got something slick up his sleeve.

Before I know it, he's lifting the back of my skirt and grabbing between my legs, opting me to squeal and laugh so hard my eyes are squeezing closed once the picture is taken.

He's kissing my cheek when he stands back up, fixing my dress to take an actual serious picture.

It's taken with ease, the last picture left to take is of me and Tansy and once we're done with that, every one of us are ready to go eat food and the guys are ready to get wrecked.

People are soon scattered throughout the house with plates of food, sitting and standing wherever they can get.

"Guys," Tansy mother's says to us, holding her video camera. "Say 'hi'."

Me, Nikki, Vince, Beth, Tommy, Roxie, Mick, Tansy, and Sparkie are all gathered around the coffee table, seated on the carpet.

We look in her direction, Tansy and I give actual smiles to the camera while the boys shout profanities and shoot birds.

"Nikki, are you excited to be a husband?" Diane asks him in a teasing tone and he looks at me and smirks.

"So excited that I just might conveniently accidentally croak of alcohol poisoning tonight." He states, taking a swig of his wine and I give an unamused look at the camera, feeling Nikki take my left hand in his right before I say:

"That's why he's not getting laid tonight." Just after I say it, Nikki's digging his teeth in to my wrist, causing me to snatch away from him as he chuckles.

Everyone's pretty tipsy, and I'm 99.9% sure Tansy, Tommy and Vince are a little coked out while Sparkie tries to sneakily down a couple Quaaludes with his whiskey.

When it's time to the cut the cake, Diane wants a million pictures and to capture it on tape like she did the rest of the wedding and majority of the reception.

"You do not know how to cut a cake." I tell Nikki as we both hold the large knife, trying to find a starting place.

"Hush or I'll cut you." He threatens me in a almost serious tone but I know he means it playfully.

"Shh, people can't know I'm in to kinky shit like that." I mumble.

"I'm gonna start putting a tally mark on my arm every time you cuss just to see if you ever do it more than five times a year." He pokes at me.

"I cuss all the time." I argue as he settles on a place to cut the cake.

"The only time you really do is when we're fucking and I won't count those times or I'll run out of room on my arm in a couple minutes." He replies with a smirk.

"I don't do it that much when we're fooling around."

"Viv, I forget whether my name's 'Nikki' or 'Oh, fuck' anytime we do anything." He states, the two of us cutting in to the thick icing.

Oblivious to our quiet conversation, everybody claps once we get the piece of cake on to the plate I'm holding in my other hand and Diana hands us both forks.

Just as we get the cake on our forks, the both of us are taking our fingers and are trying to swipe cake down each other's faces, laughing like idiots.

It's smeared around his mouth and on his cheek but he's painted the white icing and sponge from my forehead, down my nose and to my chin.

Before I can wipe it off of me, he's licking it off of me.

People whistle suggestively, while others laugh, and I look at Tommy just in time for him to get a Polaroid picture of me wearing my cake and my husband licking it off of me.

Nikki licks off what he can, before kissing me with a wide smile, then grabbing a napkin and wiping the rest off before he wipes it off of his face, too.

I reach up and kiss him again once we're finished actually eating our cake as people each get their own slice, and Tommy finishes his and clears his throat, standing up and clinking his fork against a bottle of Jack.

He's standing on the coffee table in the living room, in our view from where we are in the kitchen, and everyone goes quiet as he says, "Hey, I'd like to say a little something."

I brace myself for his words, no telling what is going to come out of him as he stares at me and Nikki.

"I have known Vivian for a majority of my life. She's super nice, most of the time, and really smart and talented," He says, smiling at me. "I don't know how many of you guys know her all that well but she's not exactly like any of my other friends. She'll go party with us but be the only one drinking water, stay out with us Saturday nights until five in the morning and then get up and go to church every Sunday. Her ideal guy was a preacher's son or some shit and Nikki humped anything. So I didn't expect it to get this far. I thought she would get tired of all our bullshit and leave all of us, or Nikki would get tired of her not being wild enough or something. But she loves Nikki and all of us exactly how we are and Nikki loves her enough to not care whether she's crazy like us or not because she's wild where it counts and doesn’t get on her knees to just pray." People "ooh" at his claim and I feel my face heat up a little bit as Nikki pats me on the head. "Sorry," Tommy reads my expression and gives me a nervous smile before continuing. "Seriously, though, she chose Nikki over her own parents." He adds, looking directly at me. "Which was something I wouldn't be able to do if I were her. Just like I wouldn't be able to do any of this music stuff by myself the way Nikki was doing when I first met him." He switches his attention to Nikki. "They're two of the coolest and strongest people I know and it's pretty awesome that they're married now. So," He holds his bottle up. "cheers to the motherfucking Sixx's."

Everyone says "cheers" and takes a sip of their drinks, including me and Nikki.

Within a few minutes, Nikki’s convincing me to let him try to take my garter off with his teeth so he can throw it to the men at the party to fight over it like animals.

I eventually agree, sitting down, my hands digging in to the fabric of my dress as I hold back nervous laughter because I'm ticklish and I know he'll milking the hell out of it. He's crouched in front of me, picking my right ankle up, looking at me deviously as he presses a kiss to the inside of my ankle.

I already know where's he's going with this and so does everyone else, his buddies egging him on as he continues pressing little kisses up the inside of my calf muscle, heading up the inside of thigh.

I don't know why I expect him to actually stop at the garter but he doesn't.

I bite my tongue to keep from squealing when he gets to the hem of my panties, squeezing my eyes closed and covering my face with my hands as he gives one little bite to my lace covered core before tugging my panties off with his teeth, taking the garter with him as he heads back down my thigh and gets them passed my heeled feet. All the guys are like piranhas as he ties the panties and garter together before throwing them in to the small crowd of men that's gathered.

They fly over the crowd, though, and land on the back couch cushion right by Mick, who's got his sunglasses on and nursing a bottle of Vodka.

There's no one else I'd rather give my panties to. Mick's a God.

When it's my turn to toss my bouquet, some girl and Roxie are nearly fist fighting over it, completely disregarding the flowers themselves as they bicker over who caught them.

Tommy takes advantage of the bouquet that's now on the floor and sneakily grabs it and hands it off to Tansy who runs up to her room in the house to hide them.

We never planned to have a first dance together, however, about another hour in to the reception, Tansy randomly shuts off the record player and puts in to sing a cover of Ben E. King's "Stand By Me", and begs a drunk Vince to accompany her a cappella. Nikki's nudging me out of his lap, from where we're seated on the couch, and sets his drink down.

Before I can ask, "what's wrong?", he's grasping at my hand and pulling me to him with a slight sway, smirking at me when I raise a brow, a little shocked that he's actually dancing with me without me having to beg him.

His right hand rests at my waist as his left holds at my right hand, my left hand resting on his arm.

Tans and Vince are easy to catch a rhythm to, despite the blonde singer's intoxication. Beth's livid at the fact he's interacting with Tansy, though, and Nikki's silently laughing at her pissed off expression.

We're surrounded by people but he's the only person I see right now.

He looks down at me and I feel immense déjà vu. I'm suddenly back at the Starwood, seeing him up close for the first time. We hated each other back then, and now we can't get enough of each other.

My lips and tongue meet his, my arm reaching to his back to pull him as close as possible to me and he does the same, pulling me to him by my waist.

Once we pull away, he's smiling at me, his eyes locking with mine.

I could stare in to his eyes for an eternity. His eyes were so beautiful. They always had this lively sparkle to them. I always thought he had poetic eyes that told a million stories to whoever paid attention. I would've stared in to those eyes longer, had I known that would've been one of the last times I saw that sparkle bursting with enthusiasm and life before they just turned cold, dead and void.

Later on, I'm with Tansy when Nikki comes up to me holding his keys, Tommy and Roxie trailing behind him.

"Are we leaving?" I ask him, about to stand up from where I'm sitting but he stops me.

"Um, me and Tommy were gonna head back and stop by a friends house for a couple hours." He tells me hesitantly as if he's a little and he's nervous of being told "no."

I know a "friends house" means a party and a "couple hours" means all night.

"Nikki, it's our wedding night." I state as if he forgot and he gives me a grin.

"I know, I won't be gone all night." It's a blatant lie and I know it, but he's convincing like he always is.

"Okay, just be careful, please. I'm serious." I say without a trace of leisure and he nods, his smile growing from ear to ear as he and Tommy glance at each other.

He kisses me one last time before turning to go, announcing to everyone he's "fuckin' outta here" and thanks them for coming.

Before Tommy can get out the door I'm snatching him by his sleeve and stopping him.

He snaps around in my direction with wide eyes and I don't give him time to speak.

"Don't be overzealously stupid. Don't let him be overzealously stupid." I threaten him.

"Yes ma'am." He assures me, giving me a shit eating grin.

"I'm serious, Tommy." I snap.

"Chill out, Viv. We'll be fine." He is waves me off before leaving and that nagging feeling I felt when Nikki told me where they were going isn't eased in the slightest.

By the time everyone leaves, including Mick, Vince and Beth—me, Diane, and Tansy are starting to finish cleaning up while Sparkie’s passed out.

“You can head home, Vivian. I don’t want Nikki to get there and you still be a couple hours away.” Tansy tells me and I shake my head.

“He’s at a party. He probably won’t be coming home until morning.” I tell her and she nods.

“Well, me and Sparkie are gonna crash here. You can, too, if you want to.” She offers.

“I probably will. I’m just ready to get out of this dress.” I mumble, glancing at the clock on the wall to see it’s already two o’clock in the morning.

Tansy lends me a T-shirt that practically swallows her whole, and a pair of pajama shorts.

By the time I’ve gotten my makeup off, taken a shower and crawled in to the bed of one of the spare bedrooms, I’m nearly half asleep.

Until the phone starts ringing.

I hear Diane answer it downstairs, her voice just as tired sounding as I feel, but she suddenly snaps out of her sleepy daze.

“She’s upstairs asleep.” I hear her say, and I furrow my brows and sit up. “I’ll go get her.”

Within a moment, she’s opening the door and looking at me with wide eyes and a pale face.

“Doc McGhee is on the line—”

I don’t let her finish before I’m darting past her and almost tripping over myself to get down the stairs to the phone.

“Hello?” I ask, a panic to my voice. I hear him take a deep breath before calmly stating:

“Vivian, you need to get back to town. Nikki’s wrapped his Porsche around a pole.”

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mötley crüe #douglas booth #daniel webber #colson baker #the dirt #the dirt movie #douglas booth!nikki sixx

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atinychai · 5 years

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Contest Entry #5

Paring: Platonic! Saitama x Winner! OC, Crush!Genos x OC

Gere: Comedy

Despite having visited the heroes association numerous times in the past this was the first time Nakiyah had felt nervous to actually attend one of their meetings, though this was probably because in the past she’d attended private meetings centered around predicting any god level disasters-now she was attending a meeting with Genos and Saitama, the two people who still didn’t know about her powers and who’d become such an important part of her life.

She knew they wouldn’t fear her the same way her parents had but despite that she still worried. It’s not like that was her only concern though. Even if (and she was certain they would) did accept her powers, they might still be mad she kept them a secret or mad that she’d joined the heroes association without telling them. Though in her defense after being kicked to the curb by her parents with little to no money just because she was honest and open about her abilities, she was-at least in her opinion-completely justified for being so secretive.

“Hey Genos, it’ll be okay with the two of us tagging along right? Last time I remember that green haired kid got mad when it was just me. You’re not going to get into trouble or anything?” Saitama asked.

Not putting all that much thought into it Genos simply responded, “I shouldn’t.”

“Ah, okay then.” Saitama replied, completely satisfied and no loner concerned.

Nakiyah couldn’t help but smile at how easy it was to convince the older man things would be fine-though Genos was right. Maybe if you were a normal civilian they’d show some concern but considering the only real guest here was Saitama, who was arriving with you and Genos it was unlikely they’d say anything though the same couldn’t be said for the other S-ranked heroes. Softly laughing at the older man who’d quickly become like an older brother to her, Nakiyah looked away from him and over to Genos. Per usual his face was serious and somewhat impassive but despite that her smile didn’t falter. In fact since meeting Genos she’d become quite fond of Genos’ stoic look, though she did prefer the occasional confused look that’d make it’s way onto his face from time to time. He often made it when she used her abilities around them, often trying to work out exactly what just happened. Secretive as she was, she couldn’t help herself from time to time. When Genos was in danger she’d often use her abilities(Saitama never needed her help considering the man’s power was unbelievable), she also found herself using them when the three were cooking and something was about to spill. As a fellow cheapskate she couldn’t allow anything to go to waste because of a dumb mistake on their part. Feeling her cheeks heat up as she continued to stare she turned away and looked forward up at the incoming black building. After the last attack on the association they’d been forced to rebuild though appearance aside not much had changed. They used the same material and the layout was quite similar to the last despite the change in architecture. Honestly it was kind of like they just stretched and widened the last building. Not the most creative bunch though she supposed they weren’t really going for that anyways.

‘It looks stupid though.’ She thought, scratching the back of her neck and looking away from the building.

“It doesn’t look like there’s any security or anything.” Saitama commented as the three approached the building.

“Well, when you think about this should be one of the most secure places.” Nakiyah responded.

“Yeah but that didn’t stop the last place from getting destroyed.” Saitama retorted.

“..Well…that’s true.”

Shortly after the three arrived only to be promptly greeted by an association worker immidately after stepping into the building.

“Welcome back demon cyborg Genos and Prophet Nakiyah.” Despite how warm the greeting sounded the mans face was devoid of any real emotion, “During today’s meeting your guest will have to remain outside as we’re discussing top secre-“

“Prophet Nakiyah?” Saitama loudly questioned, “Hey Kiyah how come they’re calling you a prophet?”

“Ah..that’s-“

“Because she is a prophet, idiot.”

“Tornado Tatsumaki, as always it’s a pleasure to see you.” The man said completely ignoring Saitama’s question.

“The angry child is back…” Saitama muttered before focusing back in on the prophet comment and questioning her again.

“I believe they’re confused, the current prophet that works with the hero’s association is Shibabawa. She has amazing psychic abilities that far surpass any esper or psychic however unlike Kiyah..she’s very old and wrinkled.”

“Conf-“ Tatsumaki sputtered, “The only confused ones here are the two of you!” Snapping and pointing a finger at Nakiyah she continued, “She works alongside Shibabawa because she’s able to predict things too!”

“That’s not all she’s able to do, she has a many other mental abilities that make her a powerful ally to the hero’s association which is why she’s been given clearance higher than most S rank heroes have however the association has requested she not actually work as a hero-the potential of loosing somebody with her abilities is too high of a risk.”

‘Not that it really stops me.’ Nakiyah thought.

“Does she get paid?”

“Sensei!” Genos snapped, “It’s impolite to ask about a person’s pay!”

“Yeah but if she gets paid more she needs to pitch in more for group groceries!” Saitama argued, “We’re splitting everything evenly right now but that’s not fair!”

“Is it really splitting it evenly if you make Genos pay when you can’t get the deal?” Nakiyah asked.

“Well then it’s not fair to Genos!”

“I don’t mind.” The cyborg quickly said, because truthfully he didn’t. He paid no rent at Saitama’s despite practically living there and he’d much prefer that Kiyah save her money for herself, “Though I am bothered by the fact you’ve never mentioned working with the association or having abilities befre.”

“Ah, well..that..I was nervous.”

“Hmph, I can’t believe the two of you..Well, I can’t believe Genos couldn’t tell. You’re supposed to be an S ranked hero but you can’t tell when somebody you spend so much time with is so powerful? No wonder you always get destroyed by-“ Feeling the murderous intent from across of her Tatsumaki froze and kept her eyes glued to the wall. She could feel the prophet daring her to finish her sentence. ‘She’ll kill me, definitely she’ll kill me.’

“Nervous?” Genos questioned, “Well, I guess with sensei’s reaction it makes sense but you could’ve at least told me.”

“No, there’s no way you would’ve been able to keep it a secret from me.” Saitama quickly retorted, “You. Tell. Me. Everything.”

Genos’ face flushed slightly and he quickly looked down, away from all the others in the room for a few moments. He kept his gaze downward for a few minutes before looking back up and rejoining the conversation, though not much had changed. Saitama was still lecturing Kiyah about holding out on them, Tatsumaki was frozen in place and the man who greeted them was simply standing in place ignoring the current conversation taking place.

“Con artist!” Saitama said holding an accusing finger in Nakiyah’s direction.

“Shouldn’t you be more upset by the fact you didn’t notice her power?!” Tatsumaki snapped.

“No, this is more important!” Saitama said.

“But I’m the one paying.” Genos finally said.

“That doesn’t matter!”

“It does!” Tatsumaki and Kiyah replied, both now irritated by the mans logic.

“It’s not like we even spend that much anyways!” Kiyah added.

“That’s not the point!”

“What is?!”

“That she’s a grocery con artist!”

“I’m not!” Nakiyah defended, “I cook a lot too if anything you’re buying the ingredients so I can make dinner for us!”

“Actually I cook more.” Genos said finally chiming in.

“Traitor.” Nakiyah hissed.

“If it’s any consolation your food is better.” Genos said, regretting having said anything at all, ‘Am I really the traitor when you’ve been keeping something so big from us though?’ For now he’d keep that comment to himself.

“Liar.” Nakiyah hissed.

“You’re one to talk!” Saitama grumbled, “We could’ve been getting better quality food when there weren’t sales going on.”

“We only ever go shopping when there’s sales.”

“Ah, that’s true.”

“He gives up so easily after throwing such a fit..”Tatsumaki muttered, “But more importantly what’s with you always bringing him with you anytime there’s a meeting called?”

“He’s my sensei.” Genos responded looking down at the esper, “He’s the strongest man I know.”

“I doubt it.” She replied, “But whatever the three of you work out your lovers quarrel, I’m heading to the meeting room-make sure you’re not the last one to show up again, Demon cyborg.”

Waiting until she was gone Saitama huffed, “Bratty child.”

For a few moments the three simply stood there, the doorman having disappeared at some point during the scene they were causing. Maybe to get help incase they got into a fight but far more likely he just had no interest in what they were arguing about and decided to take a break. Nobody could blame him.

“Hey, seriously you should’ve told us.” Saitama said, “What if the association got attacked again while you were here and we didn’t know where you went or disappeared to? We’d worry you know.”

“It’s..kind of long to explain.” Nakiyah awkwardly replied, “At first I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know you, and then because we were friends..and then I just never got the opportunity and kind of forgot.”

“How do you forget to tell somebody something so important?” Saitama dully asked.

“You’ve forgotten things before too!”

“Not that big!”

The two stared each other down for minute before snapping their heads in Geno’s direction and simultaneously shouting, “Genos, back me up here!”

Said cyborg froze as the two urged him to pick a side. Their argument continued throughout the meeting and despite being so far from the actual room the rest of the heroes were located in their yelling could still be heard but at the very least they weren’t the last to arrive at the meeting having never made it.

#lil contest #contest winner #omp #omp imagine #one punch man #one punch man imagine #genos imagine #saitama imagine

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andyyxeve · 6 years

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E.R.A.’s Relationships with other idols/groups

Sanghee

☾ Jiyong - BIGBANG

~ they actually just ran into each other one morning

~ they noticed who the other was and exchanged numbers

~ when they started talking they realized they had a lot in common

~ whenever they need someone to talk to

~ they’re each other’s first option

~ sometimes set up sleepovers

~ basically they’re platonic soulmates

☾ Jackson - GOT7

~ met during E.R.A.’s Worldwide Tour in China

~ always take 100+ selfies when they’re together

~ Jackson once challenged Sanghee to a scooter competition

~ he regrets the day he ever asked

~ karaoke is always a thing that happens

~ there’s never a quiet moment when the two of them are together

~ their ship name is SangSon

☾ Hyuna

~ absolute units sweeties

~ their credit cards hate them after one day of hanging out

~ bucket hats

~ sometimes Hyojong comes with them

~ he never knows why though, the day always ends with him icing his feet

~ somehow they always end up drunk and dancing to some american pop music

~ once they woke up with matching tattoos

Michael

☾ Vernon - Seventeen

~ 10/10 meme lords

~ Seungcheol hates them

~ when in doubt, go to an art museum

~ and they live by that

~ you thought Minghao was the art hoe ?

~ you thought wrONG

~ probably just quoting vines the entire time tbh

☾ Wonho - Monsta X

~ big muscly babies

~ believe it or not, they met because they had the same personal trainer

~ sometimes they go to cat cafes together

~ for no specific reason though, they just decided one day it’d be their thing

~ Harry Potter marathons

~ Shownu bought earplugs for the sole reason of drowning out their noise

~ they’ve had an ongoing game of tag since 2017

☾ Johnny - NCT

~ they’ve known each other since the 7th grade

~ they have a special chant incase Johnny loses Michael in a crowd

~ seeing as he’s only 5′6, compared to the 6′0 man, he’s basically an ant

~ most of the time, you’ll find Johnny carrying Michael on his back

~ definitely have aggressive twister games

~ the game doesn’t end until someone starts bleeding

~ they always end their hang outs with horrible diner food, a deal they made in their junior year of high school

Kwangsun

☾ Namjoon - BTS

~ they met at ISAC in 2016

~ Kwangsun tripped during the relay and fell into Namjoon’s unsuspecting arms

~ since then, all they do is talk and write music together

~ he was featured on mono

~ ARMY’s and Artificial’s cried. a lot.

~ so did Michael

~ sometimes they have “spa dates” where they basically spend the whole day/days pampering themselves

~ some fans have suspicions that they were brothers in a previous life

☾ Amber - f(x)

~ yet another one of Amber’s victims children

~ he can be found in a majority of her videos, and 8 times out of 10, it’s just him making some dumb face

~ they hype each other up over everything

~ Kwangsun tied his shoes? Amber’s already breaking out into a cheer

~ Amber got out of a car? Kwangsun’s at her side, vigorously clapping and pretending to shed some tears

~ it cant be a KwanBer date without hot cheetos and takis

~ always end up with stained fingers and mouths

☾ Yuta - NCT

~ weebs

~ spend all of their time together watching anime and re-enacting everything

~ Mark laughs at them

~ another portion of their time is spent babying Sicheng

~ jokingly make acoustic song covers of anime openings

~ Mark uploaded the BNHA one on youtube

~ ended up getting over 1.5 million likes

~ have at least four pairs of matching shoes

Elli

☾ Sanha - ASTRO

~ devil children

~ thats the nickname JinJin and Sanghee decided to give them

~ unfortunately for their members, the two of them have screeching contests, to see who can hit the highest pitch

~ Sanha always wins

~ probably have every word and motion to Mulan memorized

~ they have the movie on repeat when they’re chilling inside

~ decided to start taking martial arts together because of how many times they’ve seen the movie

☾ Ten, Lisa, and BamBam - NCT, BLACKPINK, and GOT7

~ all met when Elli was a trainee

~ she barely knew any korean so they taught her while also commicating in thai

~ that caused them all to grow close and now they love her like a baby sister

~ put up dance covers on youtube that get a bunch a views

~ have a groupchat called bad thai bitches (it was BamBam’s idea)

~ matching mood rings

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ilooklikeididyesterday · 6 years

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Together - Part 2

Warnings: NSFW, smut, language

Pairings: Harald/OC, Harald/OC/Halfdan, Halfdan/OC

Summary: Harald doesn’t mind sharing.

Tags: @oddsnendsfanfics

Harald sat on the bed, propped up by pillows watching Yasmin unbraid her hair. It was intricate and it was taking her a while, but he liked watching the way her hair fell in waves around her shoulders.

“Earlier, when Halfdan came in,” he paused, continuing when her eyes met his in the mirror, “I didn’t mind him...looking...at you.”

Yasmin averted her gaze, continuing her task.

“Did you?” He ventured.

He had to know, he had to ask. Ever since their wedding night Halfdan had been up his ass about asking Yasmin to spend the night as the three of them. Harald didn’t mind, but he didn’t yet know Yasmin well enough to know if she would...or not.

“He can’t keep coming in here unannounced,” she said haughtily, “I know you love him, but he oversteps boundaries sometimes.” She pulled a slight face of annoyance, standing from her chair and running her fingers through her hair relishing the feeling of it being free and out of braids.

“What boundaries?” Harald asked, holding out his hand for her to take as she climbed gracefully onto the big bed laying beside him.

“Spatial boundaries.”

“So, if we invited Halfdan to our chambers, you wouldn’t be...opposed to such a thought?” He pressed lightly. So far, her only concern with the situation was that he came in unannounced and not that he had seen her naked.

“What would the reason for an invitation into the King and Queen’s bed chambers be?”

Harald opened his mouth to speak then decided against his words.

“Harald?” Yasmin leant up on her elbow, looking down at her husband.

“Perhaps we could extend an invitation to ... share our bed?” Harald spoke slowly.

“Halfdan has his own bed he doesn’t need to-” She stopped abruptly when a thought dawned on her. “Do you mean that you want me to - and your - Halfdan and I to-”.

“Only if you want to. To be honest, he just wants to watch.”

Yasmin’s mouth and eyes went wide. She turned to get off the bed and picked up her blue jacquard dressing gown.

“Where are you going?” He asked. He thought it was going well but, apparently not.

“To my personal chambers. And the door will be locked. All night. To King and countrymen.”

The wooden door shook with the force it was closed with. Perhaps that could’ve gone better.

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Yasmin didn’t sleep very well that night, and when sleep finally did take hold of her she slept late into the afternoon. It gave Harald a chance to recall the events of the evening to Halfdan over breakfast.

“Well, she didn’t say no,” Halfdan concluded.

Harald frowned. “Have you not been listening?”

“You don’t need to listen to a woman, brother. They say one thing and mean another anyway.”

“Oh, really? You’re giving me advice about women?”

A thrall approached their table and asked, “The Queen has not yet risen, would you like for me to wake her?”

“By Odin’s balls no, do not wake her. She will have the temperment of a bear!” Harald dismissed the slave.

“Maybe I should talk to her,” Halfdan offered.

Harald’s eyes bulged. “For the love of the Gods, please don’t.”

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“I don’t need you to walk with me,” Yasmin huffed throwing the fox fur around her neck.

“It doesn’t matter what you want or need - Harald told me to watch you so that is what I am doing.”

“Fine, but stay at least five paces behind me. I know you don’t believe in personal space but I do.”

Halfdan followed Yasmin five paces behind around the market. She picked out fruits and materials for new dresses, and he waited for her. Suddenly he walked out in front of her, holding a hand out for her to stop. There was a large puddle in the mud in front of her. Halfdan found a plank of wood nearby and laid across the puddle, like a bridge. He took her hand as she stepped on the plank, lifting her skirt so that it didn’t get wet or dirty as she walked across. On the other side, her hand squeezed his.

“Thank you. That was kind.”

He shushed her fiercely. “Do not call me that. I have a reputation to uphold.”

His face held a look of seriousness but his eyes held the same glint of mischievousness that she saw in her husband. She nodded her head, her own face mirroring his look of playful seriousness. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having him by her side after all.

Halfdan’s eyes went to something behind her, over her shoulder, but before she could turn round to see what it was he had pushed her out the way. She fell onto her side, in the mud. She looked up at him from her space on the ground about to yell at him when she saw the reason for his actions.

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Yasmin immediately took a bath on her return to the Great Hall. She was covered in mud and speckled with a man’s blood. She was getting undressed when the door burst open and out of instinct she covered her chest, although she was not yet fully undressed and still had a thin undergarment on.

“My Queen, my beloved, are you hurt?” Harald asked, hands hovering over her like he was afraid to touch her incase she was hurt. The door shut behind him and - surprise - there was Halfdan, arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the door.

Halfdan rolled his eyes. “I told him you were unharmed.”

“I know what you said I need to hear it from her own lips,” Harald snapped back over his shoulder. “Are you well?” He gently cupped Yasmin’s chin and rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip, his face painted with worry and a little anger at the thought of someone attempting to take the life of someone he loved so much.

“I am not harmed,” she reassured him, hands going to his shoulders and squeezing the tense muscles there. She pressed her lips to his, forgetting that Halfdan was there. He kissed her back softly, hand moving to cup her face and the backs of his knuckles brushed away some of the blood that had splattered on her cheek. He looked into her eyes searching for a sign she was lying, and saw her eyes flick to his younger brother. He kissed her more passionately, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her to him and moving to kiss her neck below her ear.

“Is he watching?” he whispered in between kisses. She nodded, eyes fluttering shut as his hand went to massage the soft flesh of her breast.

Halfdan opened the door, taking his leave.

“Wait,” Yasmin called to him, and he turned to her. She pulled away from Harald and placed a kiss on Halfdan’s cheek.

“Thank you, again”

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After Yasmin was sure the blood and mud had been cleansed from her body she dried and dressed herself, and went to the bed chambers she shared with Harald. There was no light or sound from the room and she knocked lightly, pressing an ear to the door to see if he had retired early. Peeking inside the room she saw the furs made up and untouched - he wasn’t there. The corridors to the main hall were empty of even thralls. Yasmin let out a long sigh, when she heard the rumble of male voices from further down the corridor.

She made her way to the very last room where a flickering light came from underneath the wooden door. She wasn’t aware the room even existed. Putting her ear to the door she heard Harald and Halfdan’s voices in conversation.

Harald noticed the light from the corridor flicker, drawing his attention. He straightened up, Halfdan on the other side of the table began to draw his sword. At a knock on the door Halfdan sheathed his sword.

“Enter,” Harald called, hoping and not wanting it to be Yasmin at the same time. He had ordered the thralls to bed and extra guards around the Great Hall to stop anyone from creeping around the corridors who still might have an agenda to kill his Queen.

Yasmin stopped at the threshold. “Apologies, I thought you were alone,” she lied, eyes flicking to Halfdan who acknowledged her presence but then turned to face forward, at some sort of parchment of paper on the small table in front of him.

“What is it that you need?” Harald asked, very formally.

“I wished to speak with you.”

“I am otherwise engaged at the moment. We shall talk later,” he easily dismissed her, turning as well to the parchment on the table.

Yasmin wasn’t sure of the reason why he was acting so formally around her. He wasn’t acting like her husband. He didn’t even act this way when they attended formal meetings at the Great Hall.

“I wanted to continue our discussion from yesterday evening,” she carried on. His eyes turned to her and she flicked her eyes to his brother, wondering if he would understand her meaning.

“We shall talk later, my Queen,” his voice softened. “Please, retire to bed and don’t wait for me. You will be safe.”

Yasmin stilled for a few seconds then left wordlessly, the sound of the door slamming echoing down the corridor followed by her quick footsteps.

“I get the impression she doesn’t like being told what to do all that much,” Halfdan muttered.

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Yasmin retired to bed, her movements angry and rushed as she muttered to herself. Surely whatever they had been discussing was not important? It couldn’t be anything to do with Council as they were the only ones in the room, the rest of Harald’s advisors were nowhere to be seen.

Yasmin awoke to the sounds of Harald entering the room and discarding his clothing. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he mumbled softly, and placed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“Can we talk now?” Her voice was husky from sleep.

“It is late. Can it wait till morning?” He asked sliding under the furs next to her.

“No,” she huffed crossing her arms.

“It is late,” he countered, placing one arm behind his head.

“And who’s fault is that? What are you doing so late when nobody is even here? I know you weren’t discussing political matters because it was just you and Halfdan. Where’re your advisors?”

Harald sat upright in bed, his blue eyes looking grey as the moonlight became the only light in the room. “Do you not understand what happened - what could have happened today? An attempt was made on your life and if Halfdan hadn’t accompanied you to -” He stopped abruptly, hands going to his head, raking his fingers through his unbound hair. “The thralls have retired early and there are extra guards outside, I’ve sent my advisors away and it’s just me and my brother because he is the only one I completely trust.”

“Oh. Well, I would like to be informed next time.”

“I thought you had retired, I assumed you’d be tired from the day,” Harald placed a soft kiss on her bare shoulder, his beard tickling her skin.

“I am fine.”

He laid another soft kiss on her shoulder, “I see that,” his mouth trailed kisses up her neck, sucking on the sensitive spot there. Damn him for knowing her weaknesses. His arm went around her waist and he bought her on top of him as he laid on his back. Yasmin steadied herself with her hands on his broad chest, fingers tracing the blue green swirls that looked black in the dark. She ground her sex against him. He always slept naked, she was only covered in a thin chemise nightgown. He reached down to pull her dress off her, and then laid back with his arms crossed under his head, smirking up at her.

“Oh? Just going to lay there are we?”

“Your King’s had a long day, my Queen,” he pouted.

“Long?” She teased, rubbing herself all along his growing erection.

“Very,” he smiled.

“And hard?” She leant back pushing her breasts forward, gyrating her hips and coating him with her growing wetness.

“Oh, so very hard, my love.”

She tilted her hips forward so her wet folds just enveloped just his head.

“Fuck,” he groaned, lifting his hips and moving his hands to her thighs. She raised herself, using her hands against his chest for leverage and sank onto his length in one go.

“Fuck!” He repeated, holding her hands on his chest as she rotated her hips in a circle, making him hit every inch of her walls. Yasmin moved her hips forward and backwards before the pressure of her growing orgasm coiled inside her and had her bouncing up and down on Harald’s length. His hands went to her hips, pulling her down and thrusting his hips up so that he went deeper inside her still.

Her hands fisted her own hair as she called out to the Gods and to her King. He felt her flutter around him but she didn’t stop. He watched her breasts bounce with her movements as he shot his load inside her. She slowed down, smiling at him as she felt him explode within her, his seed dripping from her, all over his cock. Yasmin pulled him from within her, and collapsed on his chest, pressing her ear to his heart and hearing how fast it was beating. His arms wrapped around her pinning her to him, and he placed a tender kiss to her temple.

“What did you want to discuss?” Harald asked.

“Oh, right, yes that. Well, I was thinking. I know that you said you didn’t mind if your brother....watched. And I was taken aback at first but...Well I wouldn’t mind either. If he watched. Just watched.”

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