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fluorynn · 6 months

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༊*·˚ — Avatar Characters with poc!human!reader who wears lipgloss.

ೃ⁀➷ Includes : Jake and Neytiri, Quaritch, Neteyam, Lo’ak

ೃ⁀➷ Warnings / Mentions : kissing, lipgloss, kissing, lipgloss, kissing, mentions of Jake and Neytiri wanting relationship with reader, Neteyam being a curious sweet gentleman, making out!

author’s note : I sincerely don’t even know what this is, lol. Some things feel a little dry to me — so I tried leaving this then coming back with the right motivation 😭 it just came together and I wanted to get it out of the drafts! Comment, reblog, do what you must! Enjoy<33

༊*·˚ Jake & Neytiri !

ೃ⁀➷ Neytiri was the first to notice this.

ೃ⁀➷ She had been engaged in a conversation with you, and thanks to her swift glances, you didn’t catch the way she would look at your mouth as words tumbled out of it.

ೃ⁀➷ a shimmer of something on your flesh, somehow…enlightening your entire face? What is this thing you wear? She thought.

ೃ⁀➷ It was odd — she had even had the urge to reach and dab the point of her thumb against your lower lip, wanting to smear off this…liquid you carried. But, she did not want to ruin the conversation she had with you, the way you happily spoke to her. So, with the best of her abilities, she ignored this oddness.

ೃ⁀➷ She had mentioned it to her mate, Jake. Both had set their eyes on you, a lovely, most intriguing human to them.

ೃ⁀➷ During Jake’s ‘good’ ol’ human days back on Earth, he of course recalled how women wore makeup — subtle to the most vivid and quite impressive work.

ೃ⁀➷ He was more of the natural beauty type of guy, but he didn’t mind if his future girl was into these kinds of things — he’d appreciate the added on beauty she’d give herself.

ೃ⁀➷ But he didn’t think he’d ever catch a glimpse of makeup in Pandora, the Na’vi don’t seem to need anything like that and the humans in the outpost didn’t really care much for these kinds of things anymore—

ೃ⁀➷ But he never expected to hear this from Neytiri. He had furrowed his brows at her words, asking what exactly was the issue? He didn’t understand, and all Neytiri did was huff, roll her eyes, and walk away from a confused Jake 🫥🫥

ೃ⁀➷ But then he sees you wearing this — don’t get him wrong; you’re already beautiful in his eyes. But when he catches a glimpse of lipgloss accentuating those lips of yours, it shoots something in him that’s …rather less questionable and more thrilling.

ೃ⁀➷ you didn’t think too much on it when he commented on it one day in the human outpost, wanting to visit Norm and you— not until you catch his eyes falter on your mouth a few more seconds longer than he usually does; his tail swishing around, the tip of it lightly brushing your leg emitting a raised brow from you.

ೃ⁀➷ “Trying new stuff now, huh?”

ೃ⁀➷ He’s not complaining though!

ೃ⁀➷ He likes when your upper lip curled up to give a smile and eye roll, and the shininess of that lipgloss only seems to add onto that happy gleam.

ೃ⁀➷ And then Neytiri came to view, which surprises you because she never comes around here, she gives him a look as to indicate what she was talking about, and you were incredibly confused as to why a laugh boomed out of him and why Neytiri gave him a venomous glare.

ೃ⁀➷ “Neytiri, baby — it’s lipgloss. Nothing harmful, nothing bad. Jus’ something to make her feel good…right?”

ೃ⁀➷ You then elaborated to Neytiri more about lipgloss once you were informed of what these two were on about, having them both crouched in front of you.

ೃ⁀➷ “…you do not feel good then, tawtute?” A furrow to her forehead, a purse to her lips as she spoke this.

ೃ⁀➷ You glared at Jake. “Jake ... .seriously— no, it’s not that I don’t feel good, Tiri. I just wanted to…change things up a bit. That’s all.”

ೃ⁀➷ “what flavor is it?”

ೃ⁀➷ “I’m sorry?”

ೃ⁀➷ There he goes and gives you that charming lopsided grin. “C’mon — what flavor is it?”

ೃ⁀➷ “I don’t see why it matter to you, but it’s raspberry—”

ೃ⁀➷ “Can I have some?”

ೃ⁀➷ this confused the both of you, but Jake only threw Neytiri a wink and looked back down at you.

ೃ⁀➷ “I left it back…in my room though—”

ೃ⁀➷ The next thing you know, a firm touch pressed over your ajar mouth, and you blinked once, twice, three times when he pulled away, his own mouth slightly glistening with your lipgloss and the addition of the moist added from his tongue as it slowly dragged over his lower lip.

ೃ⁀➷ “huh, yeah you’re right. It does taste like raspberry— baby Neytiri, you want some? It’s good.” The golds of his eyes shimmered as he said this, and your shock was added onto when he pecked her mouth.

ೃ⁀➷ She blinks in surprise, but catches the fruitful taste. She looks at him, then at you, a subtle quirk to her mouth.

ೃ⁀➷ “I believe I need a better taste…tawtute? I can?”

ೃ⁀➷ You don’t have time to reply however, for she pulls you close, and places a much softer, much lingering kiss on your lips.

ೃ⁀➷ Your insides are stirred, your mind a turmoil of emotions but don’t fight it. Not when this strong ass, goddess-like woman is holding you and kissing you, trying to find taste in the lipgloss you wear.

ೃ⁀➷ Jake only watches with a grin, his tail swishing side to side in anticipation when she pulls away from you, a pensive look in those golden eyes while little poor you is left in a haze.

ೃ⁀➷ “Yes. You are right, It does not taste odd.”

ೃ⁀➷ she then pulls you to her chest and smushed her cheek against your forehead. “Though you are good enough without it.”

ೃ⁀➷ your face would be very flustered, blood boiling beneath the flesh of your cheeks at what was occurring. You glance at Jake questionably and he only grins and crouches closer to you both.

ೃ⁀➷ “yeah, she’s right. Good girl.” He cheeks, and you could only find hiding in burying your face in Neytiri’s lithe chest, hearing the purring motions she created while feeling Jake’s chin prop over your shoulder.

༊*·˚ Recom Quaritch

ೃ⁀➷ Picking through from Miles Quaritch’s, he has a vague idea of what’s that lipgloss you like to wear.

ೃ⁀➷ He does that raised eye brow expression when he sees you wearing it, scrutinizing the way words fall from that sweet mouth of yours.

ೃ⁀➷ His own mouth puckers out when he watches you apply it, following the slow, smooth movements your gloss creates over the surface of your lips.

ೃ⁀➷ He’s a bit confused as to why his tail is swaying too much, Lyle being the one to point it out with a smirk.

ೃ⁀➷ “looks like someone’s gotta crush, sir.😏😏”

ೃ⁀➷ “Shut it, Lyle.”

ೃ⁀➷ but it is pretty obvious, by the way he lumbers constantly over your small frame, the way his eyes scrutinize you every time you come into view.

ೃ⁀➷ because of his enhanced Na’vi senses, he can catch a strong whiff of those scented lipglosses you wear; his personal favorite is a strawberry like one — it has a much stronger spark and pigment than the others. A much stronger affect on him.

ೃ⁀➷ He knows he’s not an expert on woman but somehow, after catching the way his nose flared and tail swiveled the other day from talking to you, crouched down to meet your eye level, you seemed to wear that specific one more?

ೃ⁀➷ love LOVES the way you chew on your lower lip when he stares down at you so deeply, a playful grin across his face as he crouches down.

ೃ⁀➷ takes another whiff because why not?

ೃ⁀➷ “y’smell nice, doll. That mouth of yours,” Chin tilts down to your lips. “ ‘t’s gonna be the end of someone one day….can I test it out?”

ೃ⁀➷ you don’t even have time to answer! He just goes and pulls you in, your forearms stuff against his chest as a small squeak meets his awaiting mouth.

ೃ⁀➷ it’s a firm, toe curling type of kiss. You wouldn’t have expected it from Quaritch to be honest.

ೃ⁀➷ you don’t tell him that of course —

ೃ⁀➷ pulls back with a deep furrow between his brows, that mouth purse of his returning, in additional with your gloss pasted over.

ೃ⁀➷ “hm. Not bad, cupcake, not bad…”

ೃ⁀➷ That Cheshire Cat like smile erupts as he stares down at your flushed expression, long fingers winding around your hips.

ೃ⁀➷ “imma need another though. Just in case this someone needs feedback. That someone being me of course.” Smirks once more. “I can handle that mouth.”

ೃ⁀➷ Every meeting he has with the other recoms, with his posture all proud and straight, his face serious and leader like, you can catch glimpse of his lip gloss stained mouth — sometimes a simple shimmer, sometimes a tinge of some kind of color —

ೃ⁀➷ the others snicker at him during these meetings, Lyle only shaking his head with a grin while Quaritch remains unbothered and proceeds with the meeting as quick as he can to get back to your pretty mouth.

༊*·˚ Neteyam !

ೃ⁀➷ definitely was a bit confused as to why your lips were boldly shining.

ೃ⁀➷ He tries his best to be respectful, to not stare down at your mouth as you spoke to his siblings, having playful banters with Lo’ak, engaging in conversation with Spider and Kiri in the human outpost.

ೃ⁀➷ But it was hard to tear away his focus, especially when you didn’t have that exomask on, and gave a clear, endearing smile to Tuk — a smile that wasn’t exactly directed to him but it didn’t matter.

ೃ⁀➷ Your smiles were already breathtaking to him, yet somehow — with the way your upper lip curled to form a grin, that opalescent shine only seemed to add onto that happy expression of yours, contrasting beautifully with your rich tones.

ೃ⁀➷ He was entranced still, too caught up in it, not caring for the way Lo’ak nudged him hard to stop staring and to calm the way his tail swayed and hit him.

ೃ⁀➷ Lo’ak was sort of concerned because Neteyam was usually very well collected when it came to you — even if he knew his big brother had a crush on you.

ೃ⁀➷ It was when he let his eyes drag up and saw the way your brow arched directly at Neteyam.

ೃ⁀➷ Busted he thought, ears flitting against the sides of his head and dipped his chin down for a second, a turmoil of embarrassment within his chest.

ೃ⁀➷ When you catch his gaze, he was about to look at anything and everywhere but you. Yet once again, he was caught in a trance between the gleam of your eyes and the twinkle of your suddenly too bright, too wide smile.

ೃ⁀➷ Lo’ak and Spider got caught up in a rather standoff-ish conversation of who can climb trees better, leading them to go outside with Kiri and Tuk tailing behind them.

ೃ⁀➷ But you didn’t go, and he didn’t want to either, especially when he couldn’t stop staring.

ೃ⁀➷ He found himself crouching down, and you standing just mere inches away from him.

ೃ⁀➷ “what…what is this, lip thing you wear? Why do you wear it?”

ೃ⁀➷ you couldn’t help but giggle at the way his pointer finger rose to his lips, circling around while his head tilted at you.

ೃ⁀➷ “it’s something humans call lipgloss…I wear it because makes me feel prettier.”

ೃ⁀➷ He found himself nodding at your words, braids swaying across his shoulders and it made you grin. “Yes. You look very, very pretty— it looks very pretty— you look pretty with it—”

ೃ⁀➷ You giggle at his words but thank him, a subtle smirk curving those glossy lips, and he recognized the twinkle in your eyes, the false innocence within them.

ೃ⁀➷ “Would you like some?”

ೃ⁀➷ His nose would scrunch in confusion, head tilting at you. “Is it not only for sky people?”

ೃ⁀➷ “It can be for Na’vi too.”

ೃ⁀➷ This his tail sways even more at, intrigued to see how this substance would feel and look on him.

ೃ⁀➷ He is surprised when you walk forward, a smile of glee across your pretty features as you tilt your head up at him. Before he can get a word out, your mouth very subtly pushes against his slightly open one. It was odd, but it felt incredibly nice.

ೃ⁀➷ Flustered. So very flustered he grows with this sudden action, but he feels the stickiness across his lower lip, inhales the sweetness, accidentally tastes it and you catch the way his gold eyes spark.

ೃ⁀➷ “That…that was nice.” His nod is dumbfounded, expression dazed as he asks, “Can you do it again?”

ೃ⁀➷ You couldn't help but giggle because even in this state, he was still a gentleman.

ೃ⁀➷ Your giggles make his ears flicker once more, his braids tickling your skin. “Of course.”

ೃ⁀➷ Let’s just say his siblings then come in and find his mouth shining with your lipgloss while your swollen lips were absent from it.

ೃ⁀➷ Spider was smirking knowingly, Kiri rolling her eyes, Tuk confused to the silence, and Lo’ak’s face shocked.

ೃ⁀➷ “Bro, what the hell! You’re a girl now!”

༊*·˚ Lo’ak !

ೃ⁀➷ He thought it was food at first when he saw this weird glint on your mouth.

ೃ⁀➷ you had been eating something in the human outpost, so your mask had been discarded and it was easier to notice this.

ೃ⁀➷ “what is this…clean your mouth!”

ೃ⁀➷ you were a bit taken back, lower lip pursing out and brow raised.

ೃ⁀➷ that shine was odd to him but somehow…mesmerizing?

ೃ⁀➷ he, without thinking, reached out and dragged his rather big thumb over it, squinting at the odd texture of it.

ೃ⁀➷ “Lo’ak, what the hell! Back up, stop that—”

ೃ⁀➷ “I am trying to clean this…ew, why is it so sticky? What have you been eating?”

ೃ⁀➷ he inspects the stickiness on his thumb, nose scrunching in distaste before he brings it close and takes a small whiff.

ೃ⁀➷ “it’s lipgloss, you moron.”

ೃ⁀➷ it surprisingly has a good smell — a citrus tinge of some kind. It leads him to poke his tongue out and drag it over the tip of his thumb

ೃ⁀➷ “Lo’ak, no—”

ೃ⁀➷ it’s child-like, it’s freaking adorable the way he gives you a crooked grin.

ೃ⁀➷ “hey that shit’s good.”

ೃ⁀➷ he lumbers over you as he tries reaching for you to get another taste.

ೃ⁀➷“Give me more—”

ೃ⁀➷ “it’s not food, Lo’ak!”

ೃ⁀➷ “you get to have some but I can’t? That isn’t fair!”

ೃ⁀➷ he ends up falling over your tiny bed with him on you – a wheeze squeaking from your chest at his weight and the sound of your bed creaking.

ೃ⁀➷ “Shit – sorry, sorry–”

ೃ⁀➷ He hoists himself up, and he gives you that SHIT EATING GRIN once more when the breathing mask dangling around his neck hits your forehead.

ೃ⁀➷ “Ass.”

ೃ⁀➷ Your glare deceives the way your face blazes when his forearm rests right beside your head, that single beaded braid that sways across his temple ticking your scrunched up nose.

ೃ⁀➷ “Lo’ak, get off.”

ೃ⁀➷ “Nah…”

ೃ⁀➷ A thought then occurs to you when those eyes give you the ‘triangle method’ – both your eyes, then your smirking mouth – before you act upon it.

ೃ⁀➷ “Fine, you want some? I’ll give you some–”

ೃ⁀➷ Your hands curl themselves over his shoulders and pull him down to place a solid kiss on his mouth, grinning at the way his eyes widen and how he jumps off you.

ೃ⁀➷ “Bro, what the hell is wrong with you!”

ೃ⁀➷ It’s amusing now – the sight of a tall blue alien in standing abruptly straight in your rather small room, ears and tail swaying, chest puffing, face flustered, eyes abroad, mouth fully shining from the gloss that once belonged to you.

ೃ⁀➷ “Oh c’mon, don’t tell me you didn’t like it! C’mon, now you got a better taste.”

ೃ⁀➷ Definitely tries to discreetly glide his tongue over his mouth though it’s obvious by the way his ears perk up.

ೃ⁀➷ He stares at you for a long moment, and your smug grin slowly starts to shrink as you realize what he’s about to do.

ೃ⁀➷ “Lo’ak…what – I swear you better–”

ೃ⁀➷ Jumps on your bed, grabs a huffing and giggling you in his arms and extends his neck to kiss you again

ೃ⁀➷ “I want another !”

ೃ⁀➷ This is how the two of you officiate a relationship, and he returns home every day with his face smeared with your lipgloss and a dazed out look in his eyes.

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kungfubarbie101 · 1 year

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Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

content: afab reader, smut/nsfw, cunnilingus, oral sex, younger leon, p in v, female and male orgasms, implied of chubby reader, cursing, no protection, implied creampie

Your toxic boyfriend had just left your house, you two had gotten into a heated argument, you had finally found out he had been cheating on you for the past month with a girl from work. This made you furious, you had enough and yelled to tell him to fuck off which in return he scoffed telling you, you where nothing without him, and with that he slammed the door leaving you upset but you didn’t bare break down and cry for him.

You sighed feeling as your breathing begin to calm, just as you where about to throw your now ex’s shit out, a knock followed from you door, and by your surprise it wasn’t the person you where exactly expecting:

“Leon?”

‘What did he want?’. He looked at you with concern, as he shifted his gaze back to you as he was looking down the street. You had known Leon for a long while since he was your neighbor in this small apartment complex, he was pretty chill and cool in your opinion as you both had hung out a few times, you had learned from him that he was with the RPD.

“Hey I may or may not have heard the fight that was going on and I wanted to make sure you where okay” He had given you a sheepishly like smile, along with a small chuckle coming out, he didn’t want to sound nosy but the fight had seemed like it had gotten loud and then a door had slammed so he wanted to make sure you where alright.

You gave him a small smile in return before answering him, “Yes everything’s okay, just ‘relationship issues’” she took a brief pause to look over his shoulder to see if (ex boyfriends name) had left, Leon turned and turned back to you “ He’s gone I saw him drive that way”, He had nodded his head in the direction your once boyfriend had drove off to, relief hitting you.

“He looked pretty pissed off” Leon had chuckled, “Can I come in?” His eyes stared into yours for approval, which you gladly let him in, shutting the door behind as he walked through. There was a quiet silence as he stepped in, his eyes wandering around your apartment, his nostrils flaring slightly as he breathed in your intoxicating scent in, “So, you two haven’t been getting along, huh?” You shook your head, rubbing the side of your arm, you where quite embarrassed at the fact Leon had heard the two of you.

“Yeah I could tell”

“But I mean, if I’m being completely honest with you, I think he’s a fucking dumbass” Leons voice had shifted, the tone was deeper and almost seductive like. Your eyebrow cocked up, you’ve never heard Leon speak like this before, most of the time he’s quite little on what he says, always popping jokes in the weirdest ways possible.

“Why do you say that?”

“Why?” Leon had paused, his eyes staring back into yours, “It’s because he has you. He sleeps next to you every night, he lives with you, and most importantly he gets to fuck you” his pupils seemed like they had darkened with desire, the way he looked at you was different, you could see as his hand stroked through his dark hair. You didn’t know what to say to him and he could definitely tell.

“You want my honest opinion? I could do a whole lot better then him” He took a step closer to you, your eyes slightly widened, his voice was demanding, but this didn’t help you feel as if he was fucking with you, so you decided to coy with him, “Oh really?” That made him smirk, his ego was building, he figured you thought he was joking, he could read you like a book.

“Yeah I could, in every single way. I can treat you better, I can love you better, and I could fuck you better then he ever did” You scoffed a bit the last part throwing you off, but how he said it was attractive. “Oh you don’t believe me? Come here and I’ll show you what you desperately want..” His voice upbeat, a sense of arousal pooled in you as he ripped his jacket off his body, throwing it off to the side.

He paced up to you, his body was a inch from yours, his hand cupping your cheek to raise your face towards his, his thumb to drag it against your bottom lip.

You couldn’t help yourself, you had leaned into him closer, feeling his free had grip your waist, pulling your lower half against his. He leaned in, kissing your lips, your eyes fluttering shut. Your lips parted enough for Leon to snake his tongue into your mouth, his lips where soft as yours molded perfectly into them.

His grip not leaving your, you felt his hot breath against your mouth as they kiss got heated, you started to pull him towards the couch in the kiss, he had broke the kiss as he pushed you to sit, pulling his white shirt off over his head. You could see his light abs peer, he placed his knee in between your legs, he grabbed the hem of your shirt yanking it off. He pulled you into a harsh kiss, he pushed you down, his right hand tangled in your hair, he pulled away again.

“I’m going to leave marks on every single inch of your body, showing him what he used to have, I’m going to show him what he fucking wasted” Your pussy felt like it was pulsing, he began kissing down your jawline towards the top part of your plump tits, he started sucking at the flesh, a gasp leaving your lips, your head leaning back.

You gripped his hair causing a deep groan escape leaving Leon’s lips as he sucked new spots on your body down towards your pelvic area. He unbuttoned your pants, slowly pulling them down your legs and right off and tossing them, he looked at your curvy form: your soft belly, your thicker thighs, your delicious tits, and your plump pussy which was only covered from your underwear.

“How could he leave all this…..” He said, making you shiver as he spread your legs out, a small ‘awe’ coming from him as he saw a small damp spot on your (fav color) underwear.

You bit your lip, watching as he dipped his head down in between your legs, kissing a sucking at your inner thighs, your heart started to accelerate as he inched closer to your clothed cunt. His fingers made there way at the elastic of your underwear, pulling them off to uncover your pussy.

After they where disrobed from you, your legs immediately began to close but Leon was quick to stop them, pulling your legs apart so he could see your pretty pussy. A rush of embarrassment flushed you, turning away slightly as he looked, his eyes where filled with desire as he looked at your pussy, he saw as you where desperately wet and needy.

“Already so wet…” He hummed out. His had dipped in between your legs, his bony index finger ran a line against your hot cunt, a shiver leaving you as his finger brushed against your clit.

Leon heard your response and saw as your face was turned away from him, he leaned down, gently grabbing your face with his hand to make you look into his eyes. His eyes where full with lust, his lips formed into a shit eating grin before he spoke to you in a captivating voice, “I want you to watch as I eat you out”.

Your eyes brows had shifted up as you watched as he kneeled on the ground in front of the couch as you laid there, his eyes never leaving yours as his face leaned into your cunt. He gave your inner thigh a kiss before lining his mouth up, his lips parting as they made there way against your pussy, your shuddering as he began to suck and lap up your pussy. His tongue worked up and down your clit, he worked in circular motions, your taste was lovely to him, one of his hands gripping your waist as the other laid flat against your tummy keeping your steady as he ate you out.

The way your body trembled under his touch was exotic, he ate you out like you where his last meal, lapping up your juices and tongue fucking you until you where pleading out to him.

Your moaning where cycling through the apartment. Leon’s dick was throbbing against his jeans, he couldn’t help himself but buck his hips up, feeling as the denim of his pants rubbed against him, causing a achy moan which made a small vibration against your pussy. Just making you feel good was arousing to him, the sounds you made where fucking music in his ears.

“Leon~” You where breathless, your gaze left his for a split second which made his go slower, gripping at your stomach to look at him, as you did he quicken in pace making your hip grind against his face for that knot in your stomach to grow. His tongue worked intimately against you, he worked his every way he could against your pussy the sensation was impeccable.

The knot you where hoping came a lot faster then you imagined, making shaky moans come from your precious mouth, Leon groaned against your pussy as he felt your thighs tense and tremble as he knew you where about there. Your eyes still locked in his, your hand grabbed his that rested at your stomach, your nails digging softly into his flesh as you came against his mouth. Leon rubbed his tongue against your entrance, licking a straight line up your pussy as you finished, soft moans escaping you.

He smiled at you as your head fell back, your face flushed and your chest heaving steadily, he stood up unbuckling his pants and lowering them to his ankles along with his boxers lifting his legs out of them and kicking them away. You had tilted your head seeing his dick hard, your eyes lingered it, he was a solid seven inches with a nice girth which made your pussy ache.

You had scanned his face, seeing he had that same grin he had earlier, he kneeled his knee in between your legs, leaning to give you a passionate kiss: you could almost taste yourself linger on his warm lips. He broke the kiss, he grabbed your plump hips, lifting them up to rest on his thighs, his dick laying flat against your pussy, a small bit of pre-cum leaking from his tip.

“You ready, princess?”

He voice was in a hushed kind of tone, your head nodded, your eyes scanning down his body, his fingers spread your pussy lips as he guided his throbbing dick into your entrance. A harsh groan left the both of you, his hand gripped the top of the couch as he steadied himself all the way into you.

“So warm…..” He let out, his eye lids drooping slightly at this sensation he was feeling, your vagina walls hugged against his dick delightfully as his dick was deep inside of you. He waited as you positioned yourself comfortably, he leaned his lower body into yours as his hands where on each side of your head, his hips began to move slowly to get you ready as he was about to pound this pussy of yours. His hips moved faster, your hands grasped his shoulders as pleasure builded.

Leon’s head dipped into the crook of your neck, he could smell your sweet scent, his head rested against your shoulder as his hips bucked into yours. His groans and slaps of his hips into yours where filling your ears, making your vagina clench around him,

“Your making me go crazy, (your name)” His voice was husky, your hips messily grind against Leon’s for more friction. Moans and groans filled the room, echoing off the walls, the smell of sex and aroma clouded the both of you, hips smacking together as sweat made it louder.

The shaft of his dick rubbed nicely against your g-spot as where he was angled, Leon’s head risen up, your eyes halfway lidded as you saw him look down at you, his lips connecting to yours. His hips rutted into yours as he kissed you, Leon could feel himself getting closer to his climax, the way his dick twitched inside of you made his head fuzzy, you where making him this way, you. “(your name)~” he mumbled out through the kiss, the way your moved confidently and matching the rhythm of his hip was like a drug to him, a drug he never wanted to stop.

Leon stared down at you, you couldn’t take it anymore and he could tell, the way your vagina walls clenched around his throbbing dick was giving you away, “Cum for me pretty girl”, he moaned as your walls squeezed around him once again. Your mouth hung mouth after a long whimper, Leon watched your pretty face contorted in pleasure under him, finger nails sliding down his biceps as you came undone around his cock.

His groans grew heavier, resting his forehead against yours, his eyelids covering his icy blue eyes, “come on Leon, cum for me” you whispered up to him, feeling his dick twitch inside of you. “Shit” he groaned out, Leon’s muscles tightened as he finished inside of you, his warm cum coating your walls.

He stayed there for a brief moment to catch his breath as his orgasm hit him hard. He then slipped out of slowly, causing a achy groan come from him, a bead of cum dripping down his now soft cock. Your eyebrows furrowed as you felt cum drip from your vagina, making Leon smile as he pulled away from you to see it drip down.

He had gotten up, eventually finding the bathroom, grabbing a damp towel and coming back to help you clean yourself off.

You reached for your underwear, standing to do so. Leon watched as you did, a little sad as you covered. He grabbed your waist to pull you onto his lap to straddle him, giving a gentle peck on your lips, breaking into a smile when you wrapped your arms around him.

You dropped your head onto his chest giving his collarbone a kiss, his hands slide towards your lower back, tracing up your spine, he then stopped at the clasp of your bra. “Damn, we didn’t even take this off” A small giggle coming from you as you lifted your head to a slightly pouting Leon.

“Maybe next time” He raised both eyebrows suggesting they go again which made you back up and look at him like he was crazy. “Later, it’s nap time now” You smiled at him, he rolled his eyes giving a ‘fine then’ smile, allowing you to lead him towards your bedroom. You had no regrets. Your scummy ex left the very next day and Leon had moved in with you, giving you the love that you needed and deserved.

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sillylittlestoryblog · 7 months

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(Not) Hard to Love

( Part 1 of 2 )

Trafalgar Law x Reader

Warning: ⚠️ reader has self love issues, angst, some suggestive thoughts, not a native English speaker here :)

Authors notes: I have read your comments about writing a part 3 to Keeping me warm, i hadn’t really planed it as a series, so if you have a suggestion how the story should end, I would love to hear your thoughts.

I know this story isn’t that much different. But I am just living for that angsty pining shit. 😗✌🏻this will have a part two and it will follow soon. Anyways have fun. Feel free to comment your thoughts. And remember nice words are good for everybody’s mental health. ;)

"You're staring again"

Robin's words snapped you out of your thoughts. The dark-haired girl was sitting next to you on a sun lounger. There was an open book on her lap. She giggled.

" what?! No. I'm not!"

"Are you sure? You seem to be quite fascinated by him"

She held her sunglasses up for a moment so that you could see her eyes. She winked before putting the sunglasses back on her nose. She grinned and looked happily towards the sun.

It was a hot midday on the Thousand Sunny. Chopper and Luffy were playing a mixture of catch and hide-and-seek, with Luffy usually winning.

Zoro was snoring on deck, his swords always beside his sleeping body.

Usopp and Franky repaired small things on the Sunny and Sanji prepared a few refreshing drinks. While Brook was singing to himself somewhere.

Nami, Robin and you were sunbathing on the main deck. At least that was Nami's plan. Robin had gone along to do some reading. And you had mainly agreed to it for a very specific reason.

Normally your friends would have been reason enough, but the drastic heat was anything but pleasant.

If it hadn't been for this one reason, you would have gone somewhere in the shade long ago, preferably to Sanji in the kitchen or to the girls' room. Somewhere where you could best escape the sun.

But your reason for staying out on deck hadn't really moved for two hours. He was sitting at a small table with a parasol, a few sheets of paper and books spread out in front of him. Immersed in his work.

He was sitting far enough away not to be disturbed by Chopper and Luffy's games.

Trafalgar Law had been on board the Sunny for a few weeks now. Being part of the Strawhat crew again, even if only for a short time, was really getting to him. Groaning, he stretched his body, which was already a little sore from the uncomfortable posture. He really should take breaks from studying more often.

He walked briskly towards the kitchen. As a good doctor, he knew how important it was to drink water regularly, especially in these temperatures.

" and do you like what you see?"

" huh?!"

Once again, your mind wandered. For a brief moment, you wish you could take photos with your eyes. Just save certain moments in your mind forever. And return again and again to study them in detail.

That's all it was. You wanted to know what his deal was. Although you had already had several conversations with him, and in your opinion always with friendly intentions, he had managed to make you feel terrible every time.

Almost every conversation had degenerated too quickly. You could hardly believe how stubborn someone could be. And your captain was Luffy.

So you definitely knew your way around stubborn men. But Law was different. He was cold and grim and always wanted to be right.

You were annoyed by him from day one. Annoyed because this handsome, strong pirate was making you feel things. And that completely destroyed your former inner harmony.

There were either constant arguments or harsh silence between you. Sometimes he ignored you for days. At first you didn’t understand why he stayed with your crew, if he hated it so much.

But every now and then you could see a different side to him. How he talked caringly to Chopper about medication, how he complimented Sanji's cooking, how he gave Robin a brief smile after she had shown him her newest book collection in the library.

But these little moments were never with you. Every interaction between you and him was a disaster. He was grumpy, stressed and strict. So most times he just gave you a weird glance or turned the other way when he saw you walking towards him.

At least you had tried. But ever since Law decided to treat you differently from the other crew members and set out to make your life a living hell, you didn't want to be the friendly one either. You were sure, he didn’t have a problem with the rest of the crew. His problem was you.

But the heat was getting to everyone, and with such temperatures you can shortly forget the real problems.

Especially after Law had gotten rid of his long coat and overly thick sweater. Even his hat, which he usually wears, had been laying on the table next to his medicine and history books for almost half an hour.

And law without all that, was definitely interesting enough to briefly forget what the real problem was.

Tattoos on his upper and lower arms, his dark hair crushed and disheveled from wearing his hat. And his warm eyes that were now really visible for the first time.

"Robin! ... Why is he like that?"

" like what, y/n?"

" like so... so... so arghhhhh..., annoying ?! Angry? Attractive?!" You sighed and put your hands before your face. Not wanting even more people to see your blushing face.

Robin grinned again and took the book off her lap.

" so you do fancy him. Nami and I were right. ... hey Usopp! You owe me 50 berry!"

"Oh no. You did a bet on me ?!"

You loved Robin. She was the most beautiful, intelligent and loving woman you knew. But sometimes you were a tiny bit mad at her for knowing you so well. You couldn’t keep any secret from her. This woman had all the wisdom of the world (+ the gossip on the sunny ) in her head.

" I just don't get why someone who has that gorgeous hair and pretty smile, is such an asshole."

" Law isn't that terrible, Y/N. I told you he's just shy around new people. He'll make friends with you sooner than you know, I'm sure of it. And I don't think he hates you. He just doesn't know how to talk to you yet."

"Yeah, but he can't really get to know me and be my „ friend“, if he always leaves the room when I walk in.... I just want to know why he won't at least try to be friendly to me.

I mean, we have a lot in common. And I was really nice to him on his first day here. I showed him around the ship and even made him fresh juice from Nami’s trees and prepared his room. And all I got was a grumpy face and not a single comment.

And I just don’t know what is wrong with me?! He likes you guys, and he is so kind to Chopper." A sad frown making its way onto your face.

„sounds like you are jealous.“

Nami hadn’t really participated in the conversation yet. But she just enjoyed teasing you too much.

„ ahhh… just shut up, Nami.“

Now hiding your entire body under the beach towel you had brought with you.

You sigh after rolling your eyes for a moment. This wasn’t helping. You would have to find out what exactly his problem with you was.

Later that day, you helped Sanji in the kitchen. You were preparing some muffins for after dinner.

" Hey, can I ask you something?"

" Sure thing, honey. What's on your mind?"

Nervously, you bite your lip. Should you really ask Sanji for help? He certainly wasn't your first choice, but you felt you had to talk to a man. And the other men on board wouldn't be much help either.

„ but of course you are! You are incredibly beautiful and as pretty as a glowing nightsky or a bouquet of expensive flowers.“

Sanji was dancing around you with hearts in his eyes. Making weird noises while twirling like a ballerina.

That’s exactly why you were nervous. Surly Sanji wasn’t the right one to talk about this. But you at least had to try and find out what was wrong with you.

„ but like… do you like my personality too?“

„ yes of course sweetheart, you are the kindest, sweetest and most loving creature to ever bless my eyes.“

„and do you think that the others think so too? That I m helpful ? And kind ? And have a purpose on this ship?“

Sanji stopped dancing and looked at you seriously. „ why are you doubting yourself so much Y/N ? Of course the others think so too. You are part of our Nakama. What makes you think that way? „

Sanji stepped behind you and wrapping his arm around you. „Did the stupid Marimo say something again? I told you not to listen to the shit he says.“

You sat down on one of the chairs next to the kitchen table.

You immediately felt your chest tighten. You didn't want to cry. You really didn't. But the whole thing bothered you more than you initially thought.

"I just don't understand what I did wrong. I was only ever friendly and did everything I could to make him like me. But he hates me and I don't know why."

You sat uncomfortably on the chair with your legs drawn up. Sanji had never seen you so irritated.

" hey hey. It's all good, y/n. Who are you talking about?"

" The fucking Doctor, of course..."

Sanji smirked. He had almost suspected that. He had seen how you kept looking after the dark-haired man after he had ignored you and quickly left the room.

" I just don't get it! Why does he hate me? I've really tried everything, but he won't even look at me when I talk to him.

I've been asking myself for days... am I so ugly that he can't even bear to look at me? Is there really nothing to like about me?“

Hot tears started falling. Your flushed cheeks covered with them.

You didn't deserve all this attention you were hoping for. There was a reason nobody loved you. Something must be wrong with you. Something everybody probably knew, but was too afraid to tell you.

Were you this hard to love ? Why did you have to be so interested in this dude anyway?! Oh yeah, he was gorgeous to look at, intelligent like no other and had seen more of the world than you could ever dream of. Of course you had a stupid crush on him. But for him, you were only air. Or maybe something worse.

Sanji didn’t know if he should laugh or cry with you. He couldn’t believe how stupid you were. Almost as stupid as his captain and the dumb green haired swordsman.

„ y/n hey. Calm down. It’s okay. Nobody hates you. Shhh.“

His arms wrapped around you and held you in a tight embrace.

He almost chuckled thinking about what happend just a few hours before.

Law couldn’t take it anymore. The weather was already killing him. But seeing you in just your short bikini, laying just a few feet from him in the glistening sun. That was clearly to much.

He frowned under his breath. What a cruel joke. Almost as if his crew was behind an evil prank. Watching him, suffering all by himself.

He knew he was fucked the moment he saw you for the first time. He was just saying goodbye to his crew, when he spotted the newest crew member on deck. You were holding Chopper up like a toddler. Making sure he wasn’t gonna fall overboard, while still being able to see the other pirate ship.

Law had looked at you far to long for his liking. Your hair floating around you in the sea wind. And your bright smile lighting up his entire mood. You were mesmerizing.

How did Strawhat-ya always find these people? Law was almost jealous. Even tho he knew he wouldn’t be able to have a woman like you on his crew. It would never work out.

Looking up from his textbook he noticed you watching him again. In some wild fantasy in his head, he would wink at you now.

But Law was a serious man. He had things to do. And he couldn’t get distracted. Even tho the sight before him was definitely something he couldn’t forget in a while, he knew it wouldn’t be good if he was gonna stay sitting at this place. His mind was already wandering to very different places.

This wasn’t good.

Law exhaled and got up. He picked up the textbook before him and went inside. The kitchen wasn’t nearly as hot as the outside and definitely not as distracting.

The blonde cook was standing next to the stove preparing something that looked like dinner.

„ Hey. Is it okay if I sit here for a while?“

The cook turned around and gave him a kind smile.

„ sure. I don’t mind. Was it to hot for you outside?“

„ something like that.“ Law muttered, wishing he wouldn’t have noticed how the sentence had a double meaning. Ignoring Sanjis knowing grin he pretended to already be occupied with his book again.

During the afternoon, some crew members came by the kitchen. Law remained quietly seated at the table, absorbed in his studies.

Even when Nami and Robin entered the kitchen together, still dressed only in their bathing suits, Law did not look up from his work. There was no reaction to be seen on his face.

The others had been observing this behavior for a while. And Sanji was pretty sure by now.

His expression was mostly relaxed or thoughtful. Busy with his work. But that could change abruptly. Because Law showed some other forms of reaction as soon as you entered the room.

You had fallen asleep in the afternoon sun and after finding the deck empty, the first thing you did was head for the kitchen. A glass of water was now your only salvation.

Sanji saw you climb the stairs to the kitchen. And even though he would have liked to continue looking out of the window, enchanted by your face, he had more important things to do. His gaze darted back to the Surgeon of Death as inconspicuously as possible.

When you entered the room, he had already given himself away. Law's face was strangely tense. His eyes stared as unnaturally as Sanji had ever seen them, at the sheet of paper in front of him.

Bingo.

Sanji knew exactly what was going on.

Only when y/n turned to Sanji did Law look up from his book.

Law had to swallow. The view in front of him made him freeze for a moment. His mind going absolutely blank.

The next time Sanji turned his gaze to Law, he held his hand in front of his nose. He rushed out of the kitchen with a bright red head.

Sanji couldn't help but grin. So he had been right all along.

Nami, Robin and Sanji whispered through the night. Their captain laying and snoring between them. Luffy had initially been very excited about this secret meeting. But after he had found out that it was only about you and Law, he had fallen asleep from boredom.

"Haha, I knew it." Nami was beaming from ear to ear.

"Usopp doesn't stand a chance. I'll be rich tomorrow!!!"

"Oh Nami love, it can't just be all about money for you, can it? After all, it's about love, devotion and passion. Law is so attracted to Y/N that he can't even stand to be in the same room with her."

Sanji got heart eyes. "That's the most romantic thing I've ever witnessed. Oh to be in lovee..."

Robin giggled. "So what exactly are we going to do now?“

„ We have to get them to confess to each other !!“ Nami hushed to her friends „and not just for the money“ she added while holding her hands up in the air. Signaling a promise.

„ Maybe we could set up a romantic date for the two of them. I could cook their favorite meals and“ Sanjis lovestruck face suddenly changed into a dark frown.

„ Watch over them, because if Traffy tries to hurt my dear Y/Ns feelings I will kill him.“

„ Oh we shouldn’t do that Sanji, it would be more than stupid to do that. If he hurts her I will simply give him to the marines. At least we could make a profit like that.“ Nami was grinning proudly at her plan.

„ My dear friends, I don’t think that’s gonna happen. Let’s see, Franky said that he didn’t have time yet to repair the door to our storage room yet… let’s say for some unknown reason he doesn’t repair it until in a few days? I m sure there is enough other work around the sunny!“

„ What are you suggesting Robin, Dear?“

The dark haired woman placed her chin on her hand, grinning into the blonde cooks face with a mischievous look in her eyes.

„ You’ll see Sanji. You’ll see.“

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delicate-moon-princess · 1 year

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that last ask has me thinking about soft daddy Henry who cares so much about your mental health. I have adhd (not bad but it’s there) and I really struggle with depression and anxiety in the wrong environment. I can just see daddy!Henry mode activated if you went to a party you didn’t know would be so loud and chaotic. He has you lean against a corner and breathe in sync with him, uses his charm to find a perfect excuse to leave. You’re all “I’ll be okay, we don’t have to go,” and he just gives you that daddy look like he can’t believe you would downplay your needs like that, and he low (high) key wants to spank you for it. And then he cuddles you all night long. But then if you get depressed (maybe you’re PMSing, maybe someone said something that triggered a bad thought cycle), he runs you a bubble bath and pours you a glass of wine and rubs your shoulders and snuggles you through your favorite Disney movie. And goodness help them, if someone did say something negative to you, but he would spend the night making you fall apart on his fingers and tongue until you forgot all about that silly person 🤭

(Henry is a big protective bear in this one, so a gif of Walter had to be used obviously.)

Overwhelmed

A party gets out of hand when some harsh words are thrown around. Henry is there to pick up the pieces, but it’s not always so easy healing your broken mind. (Based on this original ask)

Warning: 18+ smutty content, RPF, minor alcohol consumption, bullying, minor violence, bad thoughts and self image, mental health issues, panic attacks, comfort, daddy kink (not exactly dd/lg, but could have undertones), oral (f receiving), Henry being a gentleman and expecting nothing in return 🤭, multiple orgasms

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Any typos are my own

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This was supposed to be a small get together. That’s what you were told. A plan for a few friends to gather for a couple drinks at home. Maybe you would play some board games.

But a few people quickly turned into loads. And a couple drinks was soon an incessant river of alcohol. Now you found yourself stuck in the middle of a jumping house party.

At least thirty sweaty bodies were packed into the mediocre sized home. And new faces seemed to be showing up every minute. And the only person you knew in this place, Henry, had left to go get you some water when he saw you start to panic.

This definitely wasn’t your kind of crowd.

Miraculously, he had found a quiet corner for you to wait in. So that is where you waited for him, as patiently as you could. You did your best to remain calm as the loud music thudded in the other room. The vibrations rattled your throbbing head. You leaned against the wall in the empty hallway, sighing.

Why did social gatherings like this overwhelm you? It always seemed like a good idea in theory. A place to meet with people, an opportunity to make new friends. But your imbalanced brain had a way of ruining things. You could never enjoy yourself. And you were sure you weren’t a joy to be around when you got overstimulated like this.

Wait for Henry, you told yourself. Don’t get too worked up. He will be back soon.

You heard footsteps approaching, so you lifted your head with a weak smile. You were expecting him to return, and all would be well again. Only it wasn’t him. Instead it was the host of the party, the one who told you it was a small gathering.

Jake. A friend of Henry’s. One that always gave you bad vibes. You bit your tongue with your bad feelings about him. If your man liked him, so should you. You were being paranoid. As always.

“Hi, Jake.” You wiped the anxious sweat from your brow, offering him a polite smile. “Quite the party.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you left already.” His voice seemed to be laced with distaste, but you figured you were imagining it.

“I’m waiting for Henry. He left to get us some water.” You explained, wiping your damp palms on your thighs.

“Your little errand boy, right?”

“H-Huh?” You uttered in confusion. Errand boy?

“You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, don’t you? You say jump and he says how high.” He spat, crossing his arms

“Jake, I’m not-” Perhaps you were about to stick up for yourself, but he cut you off again so the words died in your throat.

“He can’t seem to go anywhere without you tagging along. Asking him for a guys night is like pulling teeth. Always spending time with the old ball and chain. You’re nagging him 24/7, aren’t you?” He scoffed.

“No, I…” You trailed off, thinking long and hard. Did you nag him?

Jake gave you hardly any time to think before spurting out more insults.

“Y’know I never could see what he saw in you. No one can. The man can get anyone. Everyone knows that. So why does he go and pick a ugly slag like you?” He jabbed, and you felt your eyes prick.

Your chest tightened. That was a question you asked yourself everyday. Everytime you woke up next to Henry. When he greeted you with a kiss and a smile. A beautiful way to start the day. But deep down it made you feel vulnerable.

What did you do to deserve him? Nothing. Nothing at all. You were nobody. A nobody with a broken mind.

“Why don’t you leave so the man can actually have some fun for once?” He was right.

You blinked and didn’t say anything. You took his advice though, wobbling away as your heart began to beat quicker. You had to get out of here. The front door never seemed so far away.

You could already feel yourself spiraling as you rounded the corner to the living room. It was packed and loud. More people shuffled into your sight range. With each new face, it felt harder to breathe. You were suffocated.

You inhaled shakily, stumbling a little. You collided with a hard body, and as you were about to whip around a pair of hands cupped your shoulders. You tried to turn and apologize, but the person spoke.

“Darling? Are you alright?” Henry. You looked at him, taking in his features. He was here to protect you. But why weren’t you able to calm down?

His lips were moving, though you couldn’t hear him. Everything was muffled. The people, the music, his voice. It all sounded far away. Like you were underwater.

Your breathing was labored, your brain dissociating when the panic almost overtook you. The only way you were going to survive this was by detaching your mind from your body.

You felt yourself being moved. His solid presence was behind you, holding you by your shoulders. Your attention was focused on the floor. Pairs of shuffling shoes invaded your vision as he guided you through the crowd.

The fresh air entered your lungs when he got you outside. Cool and refreshing, unlike the stuffy hot air inside the house. Your hands shook as you reached up to hold your face, hiccuping when you were forced back to reality.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe, I promise.” His hand gently laid on your back, not crowding you.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe in against my hand here.” He placed his other palm on your stomach, a gentle reminder to breathe in through your diaphragm.

You closed your eyes, inhaling as you concentrated on not panicking. Your breathing was shaky but it did wonders to calm you. His soft voice rang in your ears, praising you.

“There she is, good girl. I knew you could do it, I knew you could work yourself down.” He murmured.

He stroked your moist cheek, pushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. You leaned into his touch, your rapid heart slowing.

“Darling, what happened in there?” His face showed his worry.

“I… I got a little overwhelmed. That’s all.” You murmured while glancing down at the ground. He didn’t need to know about your encounter with Jake.

He rubbed the base of your neck sympathetically. He could tell there was more. Something was bothering you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t realize it would be so crowded.” He kissed your temple as he apologized.

“It’s alright. Neither of us could have known Jake would invite everyone he knew.” You gave him a weak smile, shaking your head.

You thought you kept your tone even while speaking about that wretched man. Henry caught it. He didn’t let his surprise be known. He was confused by your sudden annoyance towards Jake, who you tolerated before.

“Let’s go home, princess. I think we’ve had enough fun for one night.” He took your hand, kissing your knuckles while giving you a dazzling smile.

You frowned, disappointed in yourself for not being able to handle a simple house party. He had seemed really excited about this get together. Even as more people showed up, he kept his smile and light heartedness. That was until your mood had dropped.

Jake was right. Henry couldn’t have fun with you around. You ruin everything. Quickly, you had to fix this.

“No, no- I’m okay. I-I only needed a breather.” You shook your head frantically, swallowing. You grimaced when you realized how dry your throat was.

His expression dropped slightly, resembling a scold. He held the water out to you after opening it, silently urging you to drink. You took the bottle sheepishly, sipping from it slowly.

“We’re not staying here anymore. We need to go home and decompress. Both of us.” He sighed when you pouted, softening his features as he rubbed your shoulders. He leaned in, kissing between your brows as you furrowed them.

“I really need to snuggle my favorite girl right now, okay? We can have a nice bubble bath. I’ll wash you up then maybe we can watch a movie after I get you into some warm pajamas.” He leveled with you, cupping your cheek.

“Okay...” You smiled weakly. Cuddling with him sounded better than anything.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He started to turn towards the car.

“Hey, you two!” A voice called out from behind you, a familiar one that made you both freeze. For different reasons.

Henry spun around first, a grin on his face as he greeted his friend. They embraced in a hug as you turned slowly, trying to keep a polite smile. You hoped Jake would just let you two go without any snide comment.

The man in question spared you a glance as Henry patted his shoulder.

“Hey, man. This has been quite the party. Y/N and I had a great time.”

“Really? You’re leaving so soon.” Jake questioned, his brow raising in suspicion.

“Oh, I’ve got an early meeting in the morning. My manager contacted me with some stuff about emergency re-shoots. You know how it goes, man.” He quickly came up with a solid excuse, smooth as ever.

“Yeah, I know how it goes. It’s whatever the lady says right, pal?” Jake took a hearty swig of his beer, staring your man in the eye as his face dropped. You shifted on your feet, looking down in shame.

“Sorry?”

“Tell me, does she carry your balls around in her purse? Because you seem to have lost your pair.” He bit out viciously, the liquid courage burning in his chest.

“What did you just say?” Henry reared up, taking one long stride to get right in the other man’s face.

His brows were pinched angrily. Jake’s eyes widened in the slightest, but the alcohol in his system was making him braver. He didn’t back down.

“You heard me. Ever since she’s been tagging along, you’ve turned into an utter bore. Must be some good pussy, because it seems to have sucked the life out of you.” He spit.

The anger that flashed on your boyfriend’s face was bone-chilling. In the blink of an eye, he had the smaller man’s collar clenched in his fists. Yanking him upwards, Henry shook him while growling.

“Do you think the fact that you’re hammered is going to keep me from punching your teeth in? I’m going to make you regret disrespecting her.” He growled dangerously.

You finally came to your senses when you saw him pull his fist backwards. Jake flinched. Thankfully you were able to stop your boyfriend before his knuckles were to connect with the drunk’s jaw.

“Don’t.” You gasped softly, catching his gaze while holding his arm in both of your hands. His eye twitched as his fist clenched tighter. You felt the tendons in his forearm jerk. You squeezed reassuringly.

You shook your head silently, a wordless plea for him to not escalate this. Punching him would only make things worse. Jake wasn’t worth it.

The anger dissipated from his face as he gazed at you. He lowered his fist, while his other hand on Jake’s collar loosened. Henry was about to let him go completely, until Jake scoffed under his breath.

“Pfft. Pussy-whipped.”

The actor’s face twisted once more. You sighed, cursing the hammered bastard mentally. He wasn’t making this any easier. You could tell Henry was still itching to beat him mercilessly. Said man grunted, your hand falling from his arm as he gripped Jake’s collar once more.

The large man lifted the smaller one off the ground. At least three feet upwards before tossing him on the grass in the front yard. You grimaced as he fell on his back in a heavy heap. Luckily Henry chose to drop him in the grass, as opposed to the pavement.

You could see Jake’s ego wounded immediately, and you would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious. You crossed your arms, holding in a sigh as Henry bent down to talk to him.

“Don’t bother trying to apologize tomorrow when you sober up. Or else I’ll be forced to come back here and finish what I started.” He stood up, glaring at him for one last moment before he turned to you.

“Let’s go.” He whispered, walking behind you as he led you to the car. He kept you from even sparing at glance at Jake.

You were silent as he got you in the car, looking down at your lap as he got in the driver's seat. He looked at you, you could feel his stare burning into you. Shame kept you from looking at him.

“Darling… Did Jake say something to you earlier?” He finally broke the silence.

You opened your mouth, before closing it with a nod. Tears welled up as you recalled his hurtful words. From earlier in the night, and from now.

“What did he say to you?” He prodded.

You finally looked at him, and his jaw ticked when he saw your puffy eyes. Right then, he felt like going back and beating that idiot to a pulp for making his baby girl cry. Your sniffles broke his heart.

“I-I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it.” You hiccuped, shaking your head.

“Is that what got you so upset?” His voice was soft, almost broken with guilt. He should have never left you alone.

You shrugged, Jake’s badgering surely didn’t help your already overstimulated mind. Henry bit his lip as he was forced to push away his anger to comfort you. He stroked your hair, rubbing your shoulder.

“Baby..” He trailed off, being interrupted by you.

“I just want to go home. And take that bubble bath you promised.” You begged, causing him to sigh and let it go for now. He gave you a smile.

“Of course, sweetheart. Let's go home.” He kissed your cheek before pulling away, turning the car on and driving.

Your eyelids were heavy, your head resting on your hand. You let them close for the rest of the car ride home. Your silence was making him want to squirm, but he did his best to not show his displeasure. It killed him to see you so upset.

When he parked he was sure you had fallen asleep, but you surprised him by lifting your head. He turned the car off, reaching to cup your cheek.

“Are you okay, my baby girl?” He searched your face for any more signs of tears. He saw only the dried streaks from earlier.

You gave him a weak smile, and it did little to mend his broken heart. He matched your smile though, stroking your hair away from your face as you leaned into his hand.

“I’m okay. I promise.” Your voice was softer, smaller.

He leaned forward to kiss you, and you kissed back half heartedly. Henry pulled away, knowing you were still trying to put on a brave face for him.

His brave girl. You didn’t always have to be strong. That’s what he was here for. He wasn’t going to push you. You would talk to him eventually. You always did.

“Let’s get inside, pumpkin.” He kissed your knuckles before getting out of the car. Of course he opened your door and helped you out.

You held his hand as he led you inside. He knelt in front of you once he closed the door, working on taking your heels off for you.

“You look so beautiful tonight… I still can’t believe you gave a man like me even a chance.” He murmured the last part to himself, rubbing your ankles when your shoes were gone.

You couldn’t quell the quiver of your lip. You’re the one who didn’t deserve him. Not in the slightest. Jake was right. What does a man like him see in a woman like you?

You masked with a smile, stroking his hair as he kissed your clothed hips. He watched you carefully, still on his knees in front of you.

“What do I have to do for you to see how perfect you are?” He whispered as he nuzzled your stomach, squeezing you close.

You hiccuped quietly. Your fingers weaved into his hair, feeling his silky curls between your digits. The sensation calmed you a little.

Soon, his warmth pulled away and when you opened your eyes again, he was standing. He cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing your flesh.

“I promised you a bubble bath. Come on, sweetheart.” He bent down to kiss your nose. You smiled lightly.

You both went into the master bathroom, where you sat on the closed toilet lid. He turned to mess with the knobs on the large tub. The water filled the basin, then he added bubbles.

You took a deep breath, the soft smell of vanilla and brown sugar filled your nostrils. The scent caused you to relax, the sound of the water lulling you into a calm state.

Henry stood up, helping you stand and start to undress. His fingers unzipped your dress, letting it fall off your body and pool at your feet on the tile floor. You shivered when his digits trailed over your form. They hooked on your panties and pulled them down your legs.

He helped you into the tub, and you let out a sigh as you sunk into the warm, scented water. The bubbles covered your chest, and you let yourself rest for a second. He stroked your hair, an added comfort to the warm bath.

“How does that feel, darling?” He spoke softly, his hands disappearing. You heard liquid being poured into a glass.

The sneaky devil had snagged a bottle of your favorite wine before coming up here. He was pouring it into the stemmed glass. Somehow you hadn’t noticed he grabbed it. He glanced back at you with a smirk. How did he know exactly what you needed?

“It feels perfect.” You whispered, in awe of this man. He handed you the wine, and you took a smooth sip. You hummed.

Well, it was almost perfect. There was one thing missing.

“Come in with me?” You blinked up at him, your hand wrapped around his wrist when he went to sit beside the tub.

He melted, nodding his head instantly. Anything you wanted, he would not hesitate to give to you. And anything he couldn’t do, it killed him that he wasn’t able to fulfill your every need. Thankfully, this was a simple request. He began to undress as you set the glass aside.

You watched him unashamed. This beautiful man was yours. All yours. You felt your heart begin to swell. As it always did when you thought about the fact that you were his and he was yours.

How did something like that happen to someone like you? It was unbelievable.

You scooted forward as he lowered himself in. He dragged you back into his chest after he was seated, making you relax in his embrace. He began to wash you, his breath ghosting over your shoulder as he kissed it.

“It kills me seeing you so upset.” Henry finally spoke after a lull of comfortable silence.

You pouted, feeling guilty about worrying him. Before you could open your mouth to apologize, he cut you off.

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” He turned your head, looking at you seriously. “None of this is your fault.”

You closed your mouth, swallowing your apology as he stroked your cheek. He sighed to himself as he traced your lower lip with his thumb.

“It took every ounce of my self control not to beat him to a bloody pulp for disrespecting you.” His voice was flat.

The protective tone he held made your heart skip a beat, and a tingle to grow between your legs. A smile ghosted your lips, your hand coming up to cup his face.

“I know. I’m starting to think I should have let you.” You cracked a smile. A real one.

“I would have. All you have to do is ask.” He turned to kiss your palm. You laid your head on his shoulder, his arms around you making you feel safe.

“I know you would.”

Your words had the whisper of sadness. He was perfect. Too perfect for you. There must be a catch. Henry kissed the top of your head, squeezing you gently.

“Do you want to talk about what he said to you?” He murmured, dragging the washcloth down your arms.

You sighed, his touch easing you enough to talk about it. You tell him your encounter with Jake, from the very beginning. Tears burned in your eyes as you retold the story, but they didn’t fall as you repeated his hateful words.

“He said you were too good for me. And no one understands what you see in me.” You looked at him, blinking away your tears. You don’t tell him the harsher words Jake uttered to you. No reason for him to get angry again.

“And you believed him.” It wasn’t a question. He could tell by your expression that the drunk’s words resonated deep within you.

You shrugged. He kissed the back of your neck, breathing in your scent. He sighed, his nose pressed against your skin.

“I wish I had the words to change your mind, my love. I don’t like the way you view yourself. While you think I’m too good for you, I believe in the opposite. It is you who is too good for me.

Every morning when I wake up next to you, I always ask myself one thing. ‘What did a fool like me do to deserve such an amazing, beautiful woman?’. I still don’t have an answer.”

He kissed the side of your face, his lips next to your ear. You shivered, hanging onto every word as his hands rubbed your sides.

“But I try not to dwell on it. Because every moment I spend with you is a gift. And I much rather enjoy it and then spend our time together stressing.”

You nuzzled him as he squeezed you. You sniffled, his words calming your woeful heart. You pressed your lips to his cheek, whispering against his skin.

“Thank you, Henry. You always know how to fix things.”

“Anything for my precious girl. Anymore wine, sweetheart?” He offered you the almost empty glass. You shook your head, gesturing for him to finish it.

He winked at you and tossed it back. You watched as his tongue came out to lick the rest off his lips. Your mouth watered. His taste was intoxicating by itself, mixed with the sweet wine it had to be heavenly.

You decided not to wonder any longer, pressing your lips to his. He hummed, deepening the kiss as he stroked your tongue with his. You gasped into his mouth when you felt his half hard cock twitch against your spine.

He grunted, smirking as he nipped at your lower lip. He squeezed your hips, pulling away. His nose brushed against yours.

“Let’s get out and dry off, shall we? Get into some warm pajamas and then you can pick a movie to watch.”

You grinned as you started to brainstorm about which movie you were going to pick. You were off in your own world as he helped you out of the tub. He quickly dried himself. Then gently patted your body dry with a fresh towel.

You hummed a soft tune, a sign to Henry that you were starting to feel like yourself again. The material of the soft towel was making you relax. Your skin still smelled of vanilla, as did his.

He kissed the top of your head after he was done, both of you still nude until he wrapped the towel around you. You kept stealing glances at his naked form. He smirked to himself.

“Go wait for me on the bed. I’ll pick out something comfortable for you to wear.” He pecked your lips, patting your side to urge you towards the bedroom.

You bit your lip and nodded, leaving him in the bathroom. You made sure you weren’t dripping any water before sitting on the edge of the bed. You grabbed the remote, browsing for something to watch.

Henry entered, fully clothed now as he held a pair of clothes for you in one hand. In the other, a bottle of lotion.

“I’ll get you dressed, but first-lotion.” He knew your routine.

You smiled at him, watching him massage the lotion into your shoulders and arms. He lowered the towel to get your back as he sat behind you. Your eyes were closed, listening to his breathing as he lathered you up.

His large hands spread over your chest. He weighed your breasts in his palms as his thumbs lightly grazed your nipples. You moaned softly, leaning into him. His lips touched your ear, kissing his way down your neck and shoulder.

“Lay back sweet girl.”

You did so, gazing up at him as he stood at the end of the bed. He gathered some more lotion, rubbing into your feet. You groaned in delight when he massaged your aching soles. The sensation made you melt.

You felt his lips on the sensitive skin on your foot, gently kissing your heel, and each of your toes. He gave the other foot the same attention. His fingers creeped up your legs till he was squeezing your thighs.

Your legs spread instinctively, presenting your core to him. His eyes became half lidded as a pleased growl tumbled from his lips.

“So beautiful. Every inch of you, darling. There’s not a part of you I don’t love.” He tugged you up on the bed, lowering himself down on his stomach between your legs.

Your breath shook when you felt his mouth against the inside of your thighs. He peppered kisses along your skin as he lifted his hands. You gasped as his fingers bumped your clit.

“Please, Daddy.” You needed more, squirming in front of him as he teased you.

“Shh, baby girl. Daddys got you. You don’t have to beg. I’m gonna taste this perfect cunt either way.” His breath hit your center as he leaned closer, covering your slit with his mouth as soon as he ended his sentence.

His tongue was hot as it weaved between your lips, seeking out the bundle of nerves hiding. His wet appendage swirled the bead once, twice, before he puckered his lips around it. Henry suckled gently, his large hands holding your thighs apart.

You arched your back and moaned, the stimulation making your gut tighten. You reached down to hold onto his hair, tugging lightly when he gave your clit another suck. You couldn’t help it

He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, moaning against your flower as you held onto his curls. He gazed up at you, admiring the look of pleasure on your face. His tongue explored further down, dipping into your leaking hole

You bucked against his mouth, panting as your heart started to thud quickly. Incoherent groans left your mouth as you wiggled on the bed. He held you in place, snarling as he increased the pace of his tongue and lips. You tensed.

He pulled the orgasm from you with skill, your body rolling. Moans of wanton pleasure escaped you, falling apart from his lips. Your skin didn’t stop tingling until he finally pulled away.

You panted and opened your eyes when his mouth disappeared. His lips and chin were shiny, his smirk large as you got bashful at the sight of him.

“Mmm, you taste delicious. As always. Wish I could eat you all day.” He growled, one of his hands going back to your pussy. Your jaw dropped open as he traced your puffy slit.

You inhaled as he sunk a finger into you, your hole closed around it eagerly as you clenched down. He moaned under his breath, his gaze attached to the way your body swallowed his digit inside.

“So tight, baby girl. It feels so nice to just relax and let Daddy make you feel good, doesn’t it? I love seeing you squirm. I want you to cum again. Can you do that for Daddy, beautiful?”

You nodded quickly. He added a second finger, almost like he knew you needed it. You concentrated on the feeling of his fingertips rubbing against your convulsing walls. He found your special spot with no problem, growling when you let out a cry.

“There you go, good girl.” He grunted, shaking his fingers inside you. You squealed, and Henry moaned at the sound. “Cum for me, princess. Cum for daddy.”

He toyed with your g-spot, his lips finding your nub again. The sensations all blended together, and soon you lost yourself in another orgasm. You sobbed, gripping his head between your thighs and you arched off the bed.

He gulped down all that you gave, rutting his fingers into you to pull you through the tendrils of euphoria. Your body relaxed as your orgasm subsided. He finally pulled away with one last lingering lick of your cunt.

“Are you still with me, gorgeous?” He chuckled when you hummed and nodded lazily. “Did you decide on a movie to watch?”

You pouted silently as you glanced down at his groin. He was obviously aroused, yet wasn’t expecting you to return the favor. You wanted to take care of him. Your hand rested on his thigh. He chuckled, lifting your hand to kiss it.

“That’s nothing for you to worry about right now, darling. You need to rest. Now, have you decided on a movie?” He questioned you again.

“Lilo and Stitch.” You murmured as he stood up, your gaze following him.

“Lilo and Stitch it is then.” He grinned leaning over you to peck your lips. You could taste a hint of your own essence on his tongue.

Henry dressed you in the warm pajamas he picked out of you beforehand. You sighed in content, smiling up at him as he switched on the movie. He smiled back at you, scooting onto the bed and pulling you close. You snuggled him, your face in his chest.

“I love you, Darling. Don’t ever forget that. No matter how bad your thoughts might get, I want you to remember how much I love you. You mean everything to me.” His voice vibrated in his chest, and you lifted your head to fixate on him.

“I love you, Henry. You’re my everything. I don’t think I could live without you.” You whispered, your eyes locked.

“Good thing you won’t have to. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.” He smiled, kissing you with a pleasant hum. You giggled.

“Now let’s watch ‘Lilo and Stitch’. Who’s the little blue guy again?”

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A/N: Slowly chipping away at my inbox. Thank you for your patience as I slowly complete your requests. I apologize to anyone who has been waiting for months. Some things in my personal life have affected my mental health negatively, and I haven't been writing as much. Recently I've been easing my way back into writing, and I want to start being more active on here. I love you all, I feel like I don't tell you that enough. I’m sorry when I go MIA 😭❤️

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flufffilleddonut · 6 months

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Angelic Retribution - Part 2

Summary - Even a whole year later, Adam hasn’t forgotten Lute’s attack on Extermination Day. Luckily for Adam, Lute gets herself in a similar situation, allowing him to carry out his revenge.

Word Count - 1100

It had been one year since Lute ‘convinced’ Adam to deal with his own issues, and the first man seemed to have gotten the message. Lute was called upon less, and given more important duties, which she was pleased about.

However, as Lute would soon learn, she wasn’t the only angel with a thirst for revenge.

Extermination Day had rolled around once again, and Lute was chasing down a sinner. She followed the demon into a rickety old building, where they had climbed the stairs up to the roof, with Lute flying close behind.

Confident she had the sinner cornered, Lute forcefully grounded herself on the roof with a thud. As she slowly approached the sinner, spear raised, she heard a creaking sound below her.

Before Lute could react, the roof gave out beneath her, causing her to fall through. She further smashed through the second-story floor before feeling herself stop in space.

Being as tough as she was, Lute was more dazed than harmed. She looked around at her surroundings in an attempt to gain her bearings.

She was dangling from the ceiling by her wrists, which were pinned on the floor of the second-story by debris from the roof. From her position, she could see the building’s front door, but could not reach the ground. She eyed her spear laying on the floor a ways away.

Lute tugged at her wrists, but they were fully pinned. She flew up through the hole and attempted to push at the debris with her helmet, but it wouldn’t budge. She let herself fall back down through the hole with a sigh. She wasn’t sure how she would get out of this.

That is, until a figure appeared in the doorway.

Lute recognized it as Adam immediately. A wave of relief washed over her.

Adam, alerted by the loud sounds, took a few steps inside before stopping in his tracks, having spotted Lute hanging from the ceiling.

He burst out laughing.

“Luhuhute?! Is that yohohou?” Adam questioned.

Lute’s feelings of relief were replaced by those of embarrassment.

“Yes, sir.” She grumbled, a light blush covering her face. “Mind giving me a hand?”

Adam slowly began approaching, still chuckling to himself.

“I thought you were better than this, Lute. Letting yourself get trapped in Hell? Not quite Lieutenant behaviour…” He commented.

Lute blushed further, starting to get annoyed.

“Need I remind you that you were in the exact same situation last extermination, sir?” Lute responded.

Adam reached Lute, standing in front of her with a smug look on his face.

“True, true. Tell me, though, what did you do when you found me?” He questioned, beginning to circle Lute.

Lute’s heart dropped. She hoped that Adam had forgotten what she had done last extermination, as, otherwise, she knew that he wouldn’t let it slide without getting his revenge.

“S-sir, we don’t have time for this. Extermination Day is almost over.” Lute said, starting to squirm.

“It’s your own fault, Lute. You shouldn’t have gotten sloppy~” Adam teased, stopping behind her.

Lute was ready to protest further, but suddenly felt fingers wiggling in her underarms.

“Ahahadam! Dohohont!” She giggled.

“Yeah, no. I need to settle the score.” Adam said, continuing his attack. “Besides, you should be thankful that I found you instead of whichever sinner you were chasing.”

Lute, knowing Adam well enough to understand that she wouldn’t be able to get him to stop, decided to focus her energy on controlling her reactions. She hoped that Adam would eventually get bored and move onto something else.

Lute managed to stifle her giggles, with only the odd sound escaping her lips. Adam noticed immediately.

“What’s this? Playing hard to get, huh Lute?” He said, stopping his hands and moving to her front. “Alright then.”

Without another word, Adam took hold of Lute’s uniform and raised it up, exposing her stomach.

Lute was confused before she saw Adam taking in a large breath. She began to panic.

“No, wait! Adam! Adam don’t you-” Lute began to plead.

“PFFFFFBT!” Adam blew a large raspberry on Lute’s stomach.

Lute shrieked and began kicking her legs.

“AHAHAHA! AHAHADAM!” She cackled.

Adam continued blowing smaller raspberries and brought his hands down to Lute’s hips, which he lightly scratched at.

“AHAHAHAHA!” Lute was in hysterics, unable to form words. Adam pulled his head back.

“Jeez Lute, you sure can take a lot.” He said, tracing light circles on her hips.

Lute took the opportunity to recover, regaining her breath through giggles.

In the corner of his eye, Adam noticed her flapping wings, reminding him of how Lute had attacked his own. His smug look returned as he began grazing his fingers over her wings.

Lute froze at the touch.

“Ahahadam, stohohop!” She giggled.

“Come on, you can handle a few more tickles, can’t you?” Adam said as he fluttered his fingers up and down the wings.

“Ahahaha! Nohohoho!” Lute laughed, softer this time. She shook her head back and forth, kicking her legs once more.

Adam continued until he noticed something outside one of the building’s windows. The exorcists were all flying into the sky, presumably into the portal to Heaven that opened when Extermination Day ended.

“Oops, looks like we’re out of time. Don’t wanna miss our ride out of here.” Adam said, pulling his hands away from Lute.

He struck a rock pose and shot a beam of ‘Holy Light’ at the ceiling, bringing Lute and the debris crashing down. Adam caught her in his arms.

“Did you just fall from Heaven, babe? Because you’re an angel.” Adam said with a wink.

Lute groaned and gave him a shove.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding.” Adam said, handing Lute her spear.

Lute took it and tried taking off, but winced, a tinge of pain going through her wings as they tried to support her weight. It seems that they had been damaged from the fall, her current exhaustion making it worse.

Lute felt Adam’s hold tighten.

“Can’t fly? That’s okay, I got you!” He said, exiting the building.

Adam took flight, heading towards the portal to Heaven with Lute in his arms.

“We’re even now, by the way. So don’t think about trying anything again, you hear?” Adam asserted.

“Yes, sir.” Lute said.

Although he could be a real jerk, Lute felt that she had a special bond with Adam. She enjoyed spending time with him, even if that time included him decimating her with tickles. He was right, she could handle it, and she knew that she could return it just as well as he could.

Not that she had to worry about it, since Adam had made things between the two even.

For now.

#hazbin hotel tickle #lee!lute #ler!adam

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momo-t-daye · 9 months

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“Hey, Sirius,” said James Potter, “Why has Snape got your scarf?" “The little asshole was whinging about being cold,” Sirius shrugged, unconcerned by the chilly evening air. “I thought he might gag himself but no luck yet.” “Huh,” said James.

“I still think it’s just a marketing ploy,” the little asshole swathed in woolen scarves said thoughtfully. “Everyone knows he doesn’t sell firewhiskey to students and his butterbeer is near rancid, but once you’ve hiked all the way up here to check out the goat it’s almost a waste of time to not buy something.” “A giant goat is quite the statement given his, ah, past legal entanglements,” Narcissa said with the sort of obvious delicacy that teetered dangerously close to turning suggestive. “It really must be seen to be believed and the last few have hardly lasted any time at all.” “It looks so flammable,” Lily Evans gushed, bubbling with malicious anticipation. The best thing about the magical world, Lily maintained, was the sheer number of holiday traditions that eventually included lighting something on fire. Her mother’s nerves had never been up for a proper Bonfire Night and Cokeworth’s Catholics weren’t the type to celebrate it either.

“Hey, Sirius,” said James Potter, “Why has Snape got MY scarf?" “Because Evans said it was cold and you gave her your scarf to be gallant and she then handed your scarf over to him” Sirius replied, without any worries over his best friend’s apparent memory issues. “Right,” said James.

“He’s bound to have put up some anti-arson charms on this one after the fiasco with Dumbledore’s pet phoenix last year and inexplicable triple lightning strikes the year before,” Severus scoffed. “If it’s properly phoenix-proofed— and I doubt the rest of Hogsmeade would allow him to put another goat up that wasn’t properly phoenix-proofed— we’d need a miracle to burn it down without being caught.” “We’ve got the blessings of tradition with us, Sev,” Lily replied. “Can’t you see? The goat must burn again!”

“Hey, Sirius,” said James Potter, “Why has Snape got Remus’ scarf?" “Because I was foolish enough to take my scarf off inside and Snape picked it up and put it and just looked at me when I asked for my scarf back,” Remus interjected, slightly bitter at his ignoble defeat. “Gosh,” said James.

“Twice is hardly sufficient grounds to claim a tradition,” Narcissa opined. “Three is a far more magically significant number.” “So you’re saying it’s up to us to ensure the sacred fires once more hold back the darkness!” Lily said, full of pyromaniacal resolution. “I say it’ll take planning and proper intelligence gathering, neither of which I’m inclined to do while my mouth still tastes like something died in the Hog’s Head butterbeer barrels,” Severus sighed. “Let’s stop at the Three Broomsticks, Potter will buy us all a round of the special seasonal cinnamon spiced butterbeer, and we’ll work on preparations back at school.”

“Hey,” said James Potter. “Why hasn’t Snape got—” “Unlike you all, I know better than to leave my clothes and stuff unattended in Snape’s vicinity,” Peter interrupted, smugly snug and cozy. “Oh,” said James. It really was quite cold.

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For an assortment @snapecelebration's Snoliday 2023 prompts

#Severus Snape #Snolidays2023 #Snapecelebration #self-indulgent AU #Lily Evans #Narcissa Black #James Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #Peter Pettigrew #Snolidays #my art #ficlet

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car-sounds · 7 months

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Your Heartfelt Confession

Solomon x (GN)reader

1499 words

Summary: You misunderstand Solomon's intentions after a confession, and Asmo helps settle the issue.

Hurt/comfort

“Solomon, I love you.”

The two of you have been dating for a while, even so this was the first time either of you have said ‘I love you’ out loud before.

You’ve known that was how you felt about Solomon for quite some time but the warmth of snuggling up against Solomon and the shimmer of the moonlight peeking through his blinds made you feel like this was the right moment.

He feels the same right?

The silence he’s giving you says otherwise.

He moves slightly away from you and remains silent. Your not sure what to do, leave?, apologise?, try and talk out the situation?, you want to do one of those but your body feels frozen in place and your lips unable to get a word out for fear of not being able to keep the tears welling up in your eyes from falling once you start talking.

Both of you just sit in silence while you're still awake, luckily you feel your eyelids start to get heavy so you can escape the tense awkwardness you started, at least for a little bit.

—

You slowly blick yourself awake. Still inside Solomon’s bed just alone. You still have to get to RAD so you get ready with the things you brought with you for staying over.

Simeon is already up “Good morning, MC.”

“Good morning. Is Solomon still here?.”

“No, he told me he needed to leave early. You were already planning to eat with us, right?. Breakfast will be done in a minute.”

“Oh, ok. Thanks.”

Him not being with you in the morning is certainly not a good sign. At this point you're already mourning your relationship.

You try to put on your best smile to try and keep the others from worrying, maybe if you focus on smiling wide enough you won’t have any time to think about how the man you have fallen head over heels in love with doesn’t feel the same.

There is no way Simeon and Luke can’t see your upset, they’re angels after all. But even if they weren't, your emotions are extremely obvious right now. Trying to maintain a conversation without bursting into tears is proving difficult right now, the angels tried to ask what was bothering you but after a while of your obvious lies of ‘everythings alright’ and ‘Don’t worry it’s nothing’ they gave up hoping that giving you your time would help with things.

First class of the day happens to be with Solomon, your brain is fighting with itself attempting to decide what’s worse, him attending or not attending class. Pushing down your worries and stepping into the classroom you keep telling yourself.

‘Whatever happens, happens.’

Scanning the classroom you spot him, sitting in the spot next to yours like always.

He’s already starting to approach you “How’s my adorable apprentice and lovely partner doing?” ending that sentence with a kiss on the cheek.

Every part of that greeting confused you,

I know last night wasn't a dream, it happened you’re sure it did.

“...”

“Sorry, darling. I had a few things that came up this morning and I didn’t want to wake you up to say goodbye. Hope you’re okay with that.”

“...”

“Are you still feeling a bit tired this morning?”

Class was about to start and Solomon went ahead and dragged you to your seats.

All you could think was ‘What is happening!’

You know what happened last night was real, so why was he acting like it wasn't.

—

You can hardly form sentences with all that you’re feeling. The rest of the day is spent ignoring Solomon as much as possible while you wait to talk this out in private and with a clear mind.

“Hey, MC. Are you busy after class?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I was hoping to try Cafe Lament's new menu items with you.”

“Is that all?”

That pettiness in you can’t be contained, was this man really trying to plan a date with you just hours after completely ignoring your declaration of love for him.

“Huh? Yeah, why.”

“Sorry, I’m busy.”

Your tone was cold, but you couldn’t hold back from being upset. He’s allowed to not feel the same way as you, you know that but the fact he’s ignoring how you are feeling is what’s making you act this way.

You know the reasonable thing to do right now would be to try and talk with Solomon about what happened last night, but the thought of trying that sounded very overwhelming to you in your current state. Still you wanted to get this off your chest. The only person you thought to talk about this with was Asmo, he knew the both of you well and has given you plenty of good advice in the past. A couple of days ago, Asmo had mentioned that he had done a collaboration with Majolish and was going to get the prototypes some time today, so safe to assume he went home.

Once you finally make it back home and finish changing out of your uniform, you head to Asmo’s room, praying that he’s in there. Thankfully he is,he saw your expression and immediately knew you were upset. Before he could even ask what was wrong you bursted into tears.

“Mc! What happened, hon?” He asked while pulling you into his room to give the two of you more privacy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He guides you to the chair by his vanity and takes out some tissues.

“Yes,” you have to take a pause to give yourself enough time to form a coherent sentence “it’s about Solomon”

“Oh, honey. What happened?”

“It’s nothing too bad but…” Even trying to talk about what happened is bringing you tears. “I told him I loved him and he didn’t even reply. Worst part is he didn’t even acknowledge what had happened today”

“What do you mean ‘it’s nothing too bad’ he should know better than to do that to you!” Asmo kneels down next to you and holds your hands to comfort you before giving his solution “If you feel comfortable with it, then how about I talk to him for you. How does that sound?”

“...I think that could work…I don’t really want to be there just in case it’s something I don’t want to hear.”

“Alright hon, I can ask to talk to him tomorrow. How about right now we try out the things made for my Majolish collaboration?” All you could respond with was a nod to him and an attempt of the most genuine smile you could muster.

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All of yesterday’s pamper got you feeling a bit better, even so you still have your feelings of heartbreak weighing on you. Asmo’s gone out, he asked Solomon to talk with him, all you can do is pace around your room, waiting for whatever the conclusion will be. This could be the end of your relationship and all you could do was wait around. Why did you get Asmo to do this without you around, it’s making everything feel more out of your hands than it would have been with you there. Sure it would have still ended the same but at least you could interfere or something, but that also wouldn’t be ideal. He should get to say his decision without me trying to get what I want to say out loud. It’s only fair, right?

Well, it’s too late to question what the better option would be. Your phone buzzes, it’s a text from Asmo. He says Solomon agreed that you two should have a talk with each other.

It’s agreed that Solomon is coming to the House of Lamentation to have this discussion in your room. It’s only going to take a few minutes for him to get here.

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It took a lot longer than you expected to hear a knock on your door. Asmo was standing behind him, he offered to stay to mediate the discussion but Solomon turned that down. Once the door was closed and you two were both seated on your bed Solomon starts speaking “MC, I’m sorry for how I handled what happened. It’s just that I’m worried about accepting that I’ve fallen in love with you. It has nothing to do with who you are, I just have lost everyone I’ve ever loved due to my immortality and it's just difficult for me to let people into my life and express how much I care about them. I do love you, MC. I hope you know that I mean it.”

At this point, tears are running down your face. Solomon and you chose to sit a little distant from each other when you first sat down but as soon as he’s done talking you lean in to hug him for some comfort. All you have to say is, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes I’m sure. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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shootbangdang · 8 months

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Lord Shen forged his own spear

A theory...

ok there's a chance some of you eagle-eyed Shen studyers already know this. But a few months ago I was checking out models from the game Showdown of Legendary Legends, and I noticed this:

"Huh, that's weird, the blade is all messed up." I wondered why the game devs decided to make his spear so assymetrical and imperfect. Until I compared it to his spear in the movie:

Clear as day, the thing has a very pronounced curve along its axis. Now I wondered if this was just a technical gaffe, so I looked further back into Shen's development:

Still there. But just to be sure, I went back to the clay model:

And all the way back to the drawing board:

Yep! Fully intentional.

Now I can only guess as to why it's forged so crudely, and my only conclusion can be that he made the "guandao" himself. Perhaps he took it as a sign of pride for him to need to forge his own weapon with zero outside help.

This could be supported by the fact that the weapon he used in the panda massacre is completely distinct from this one:

And no, it's not just a stylized version for the flashback. It's a real weapon that actually exists, and is seen in Kung Fu Panda 3:

So, Lord Shen lost or discarded this weapon after the panda massacre. Thereafter, he forged himself a new one with a lobed blade, one less connected to his old home's "flame" theme and more with his own "eye" design. There is only one small issue with this theory, however...

The durn thing shows up in the 3D portion of Po's flashback. So, it's a wash? Not quite. There's still the possibility Shen forged it himself before he was banished, or that the filmmakers forgot to switch his spears out for this sequence.

If he did make the weapon himself, that also means it was his decision to add this cute goth collar to the crossguard:

That's the end of the theory. Hope I gave you some cold hard steel to chew on.

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angelsanarchy · 2 months

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Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 19

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Mike walked into the garage with a huge shiner. He felt like shit, physically and mentally after last night. His head was pounding, his face hurt to the touch and he couldn't fight this dragging feeling of humiliation that he knew he was going to have to face.

"Fucking hell..." Sicky screwed up his face looking at Mike's bruised face.

"Yeah that sums up how I feel." Mike walked into the garage and Leff looked at him confused.

"What the hell happened to you?" Leff asked looking annoyed.

"He met Lisa last night at the bar." Sicky spoke up before Mike could and Leff shook his head.

"Why the hell would you take an escort home? What an idiot." Leff shook his head with a laugh. Mike looked down at his feet but jumped when the sound of the door to the shop slamming open against the wall as Y/n entered like hell on wheels startled him.

"Oh shit." Sicky said stepping away from Mike and Leff to get out of the way as she slammed a duffle bag on Leff's desk.

"What the fuck is all that?" He asked opening the bag to see money in stacks.

"I quit." She says walking over to a locker where she kept her things and pulling out two handguns and a few personal items.

"Where did you get all this?" Leff asked holding up the bag.

"It's what I owe you for the bar. It's mine now. I own it. That was the agreement. We're square and you can fuck off." She said keeping her back to him.

"For fucks sake Y/n, come back when you aren't on the fucking rag. I don't have time to deal with this today." Leff tossed the bag at her feet and she kicked it back at him causing the money to spill all over the floor.

"OH FUCK OFF YOU WEAK LITTLE BITCH." Y/n screamed. It was like time froze as Y/n screamed and Leff squared his shoulders at her like he was preparing for a fight.

"Keep running your mouth and you'll find yourself where I found you." Leff threatened.

"Oh please, as if anyone gives two shits what you think Leff. You're a drug dealer and a pusher. You think you've got pull like that anymore? The only reason people deal with you is because of my connection to you." Y/n said with a laugh.

"You think you're that hot shit huh? You think you run this shit?" Leff argued.

"No we all let you hold that title so you don't throw a tantrum. That's why you feel like you can dictate who can fuck, fight and profit around you. Your mommy issues show through every time I see you and it's [athetic." Leff made a move towards Y/n and Sicky stopped him.

"Whoa there mate." Sicky held onto Leff.

"You shut your whore mouth-"

"Or what Leff? I gave you the only thing tying me to you. We're done. You can run your own shit and manage your business without someone deflecting how much of a sad, lonely prick you are to the world." Y/n threw her bag over her shoulder.

"You wanna go and do it on your own? Fine! Get the fuck out and don't come back then bitch! You were useless anyway." Leff fought against Sicky's hold but he managed to keep him from stepping too closely to her. She walked past the two of them and saw Mike standing there in shock as he watched the scene. She winced slightly seeing his eye and then turned back to Leff and Sicky.

"You thought that was funny huh? Telling him I fucked a bunch of you guys like some common whore? Reminds me of the bastard who did the same to your sister." Y/n knew it was a low blow but it had to be said.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Leff yelled and Sicky was starting to struggle with him.

"You wanna be just like the son of a bitch who killed Molly then you go ahead. You're heading in that direction anyway but I refuse to be the one taking the bullet for you." Y/n gritted out.

"TAKE OFF Y/N. Now..." Sicky raised his voice and tilted his head at her and she finally walked past Mike and left the garage. Leff shoved Sicky off of him and started pacing back and forth.

"Did that cunt do that to your eye? Tell me Mike!" Leff growled

"Leff, you need to calm down." Sicky tried to get him to breathe but he started tearing up the shop.

"You should take off kid. I got him." Sicky looked at Mike who stood there surprised that things had escalated like they had. Leff was losing his mind and Y/n had said a few things that had him thinking. What did she mean about the guy who killed his mom? Did she know the guy? Did Leff? He was confused and his headache was pounding now.

All he wanted to do was talk to Y/n even if she hated him.

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Chapter 13

You had such a good time yesterday that you totally forgot about the package. So much so that you were dumbfounded when a person asked for it, making you rethink what package they were referring too.

"A package? You mean this one?" You picked the package up from the floor to show it to the person on your doorstep.

"Could I inspect it for a second?" The small female said as she reached for the package.

"Uhm, sure?" You lowered yourself down to her size to hand her the package.

You inspected the woman who was half your size. Sure she was quite short but she sounded and looked like a professional. Although she didn't look like she belonged to the delivery company, from observing her mannerism and outfit.

"Just as we expected.."

"Uhmm what's expected?"

"Someone delivered this to the wrong address.. It's quite the important item too.. People these days are way too reckless." The shorter woman sighed as she carefully put it into a black garbage bag.

"Wait what.. But the delivery man.." You were so confused. The man from yesterday said it was your neighbor's package..

"Don't worry, we'll take care of it. Luckily you didn't open it so there are no legal issues." She said.

"Okay.. Am I missing something? This feels extremely weird.."

"Yeah, it's your first time encountering such a problem.. For us it might be the 100th time. But don't worry, we'll make sure to never repeat this mistake again." The woman said with a yawn.

"I see.."

You nod and thank her, then close the door and sit down at your couch. Kind of still in shock. Could this be targeted at you?

But the woman didn't say it was targeted to you, actually she never gave any explanation of how this package was delivered to your address.. Surely there weren't any of those weird pranksters behind this...

You thought of reporting it to your friends but refrained from doing so, not wanting to burden them with your small worries, so instead you just went back to what you were doing.

You walked to your bedroom and carefully woke your cat up, brushing its fur until it slowly woke up. You still didn't know if it was a girl or boy but you didn't mind either.

You remembered what Kunikuzushi told you about going to the vet for a check up so you searched up the nearest vet and quickly dressed up to take your cat there.

While you were going about your day with little to no worries, Kunikuzushi on the other hand was frustrated.

"We've confiscated the bomb successfully." Sayu says as she shows the picture of an x-ray. It was a scan of the contents of the mysterious package that was delivered to your home.

Ayato hums in satisfaction as he goes through the reports given by his employee, then sliding them towards Kunikuzushi who could only clench his fist. He felt furious at whoever set the bomb up, especially towards you.

"As promised we made sure to keep your woman safe and not to reveal anything. So hand over the files I requested please." The Kamisato says calmly.

"Here." Kunikuzushi carelessly throws the USB stick over to Ayato who easily catches it with his thumb and index finger. He gives a sign and Sayu immediately pulls out a laptop and hands it over to him.

As Ayato puts in the USB Kunikuzushi stands up, ready to leave but is stopped by Ayato's voice.

"Wait a minute, you're not done yet."

"What." Kunizkushi visibly glares as he sits back down at his seat.

"A few questions I have about this particular harbinger.." Ayato says, slowly shifting his gaze over to Kunikuzushi. "So the Knave huh.. Is one of the 10 Snezhnayan diplomats while also being the criminally most wanted child trafficker?"

"Correct."

"And this is the database of all the children she has accumulated over the years?"

"From up to last year, yes."

"Where are all the names of the children though? All I see are the dates of and some other number behind them."

"That is, because it isn't of importance who the child's identity is, rather when they were taken and the ranks of the children."

Ayato's face changed expressions and started to frown. "So these are randomly targeted children, is that what you are saying?"

"Oh that?" Kunikuzushi let out a chuckle, seemingly changing moods. "The bitch mostly lured those with unstable homes away and portrayed herself as their angel coming to save them. Children are dumb and fall easily for these kinds of acts, even more when they view the person as a hero who has come to save them. They don't know they'll be tricked into being their little soldiers, they don't know it's all an elaborate scheme just to make money off of them or use them.. But in the end, it's all for the Fatui's benefit."

Ayato sighed, now being able to confirm that the rumors were indeed true. Children who were offered a chance at a young age that then become one of them, one of the Fatui. But Kunikuzushi didn't seem to want to wait for him to end his thoughts and continued.

"But we also have those who are specifically targeted. Sometimes harbingers request for certain specific children.. And one of them is the Doctor." Kunikuzushi spoke that name with disgust.

"As you know he's known as Snezhnaya's greatest scientist Dottore. He graduated from the Sumeru Akademiya as the first person from Snezhnaya. Truly fascinating, no? Yet his fascination for humans was even greater as he loved to experiment with the human body." Kunikuzushi speaks as he closes his eyes, feeling the memories of his past flood in.

"So, he's one of the few harbingers that requests children for his 'hobby', as he calls it."

Ayato's mouth dropped wide open. Kunikuzushi looks at him in satisfaction before slowly making his way towards the door.

"I suppose this is enough for today, I'll take my leave now."

While Kunikuzushi leaves, Ayato is left alone in his office to process everything.

Kunikuzushi's smirk disappeared from his face as soon as nobody watched him. He was disgusted by Dottore's hobbies, disgusted by his personality and him in general. How much he wanted to kill... It was an understatement.

He wanted to torture him as much and even more than he did with him. Back when he was still a kid.

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Notes:

Still thinking how to incorporate Fontaine characters into this story and when to add the memory bubbles. 🤔

And I just realized the memory Bubble I posted isn't even really related to the chapter 💀 like it doesn't have the connection 😭 but anyways here's the link

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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petertingle-yipyip · 2 months

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WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

five - vicious

// four // six // masterlist

Pairing: frank x reader (exodus), billy x reader

Word Count: 6,600

Summary: It all boils down to killing Russo, but what happens when he comes to her? Y/N confronts him in the last place she thought he’d be.

The boys wanted to go after Jake again. You figured he would have nothing new to give you. You doubted Billy gave his crew whatever address he was slumming it at so you didn’t go with them. Curtis promised to keep an eye on Frank but you waved him off. You didn’t quite give a damn in that moment.

You wanted Billy. You wanted to tear him apart, watch him beg for mercy. You had thought that more feral, vicious side to you had faded, but it seems Billy was still able to ignore some sort of emotion in you.

Funny how that worked out.

You went back to your apartment instead. Part of you wanted to go back to the trailer and check on Amy. You wished you could call her at the very least. You hoped that Frank hadn’t gone back, or if he had, that he had gained some control over himself.

You showered, put on comfortable clothes, and packed a duffel. You shoved a suit into it, with a mask and a set of Bites. You buried a belt armed with shock discs, smoke pellets, and three blades into the bag. Your ensemble wouldn’t be complete without your pistols, so one in the bag and the other tucked into the side waistband of your shorts. You stood with your long sleeve top in one hand and your vest in the other. Last time you faced off with Billy, you wore neither. Just the protection of your bureau issued vest.

Did me no good last time.

You tossed your long sleeve towards the bag and kicked the vest under your bed. While you enjoyed the safety and subtlety of the vest, you knew you needed all the protection you had against Billy.

Your mind also flashed to the man from Ohio and how ruthless he could be. If he caught you when you weren’t expecting, no protection could put you in serious danger.

You knelt and picked up the vest before switching your loose shirt for a compression shirt. You slid the vest on and hid it beneath a borrowed Columbia Law Graduate pullover. You also slipped a blade into the hidden sheath under the back of the vest, just in case.

You grabbed your duffle and a few other overnight items and headed to your car. You picked up some food and drove back to the trailer.

After a little while of you and Amy, Curtis showed up and soon after came Dinah. It stayed that way through the night.

“Kid! It’s Frank.” His voice came from outside the trailer the next morning, waking you instantly.

You sat up quickly and squinted in suspicion. He certainly sounded calmer than the day before, but that wasn’t enough. You felt out his emotions and found no trace of panic or lack of control from before. Instead, he seemed level-headed and committed. You kept a hand on your knife handle just in case.

“Y/N?” Dinah asked, rubbing her still closed eyes.

“Look alive.” You kicked her foot as you got up.

You stepped out and blocked Frank’s entrance, which earned you a quirked brow. He gave a quiet scoff and went to reach past you for the door but you smacked his hand away. You saw the hand in his pocket shift and noticed the slight glint of a handgun.

“And you wonder why I won’t let you in.” You commented flatly. “Guess I brought a knife to a gunfight.”

“C’mon, princess.” He rolled his eyes.

“Do you really think I’m gonna let you near her after what you did yesterday without so much as an apology? Or even acknowledging you crossed a line.”

“Apology? For what, huh? What she did was stupid! If it was anybody else-“

“But it wasn’t!” You cut in firmly and you knew your eyes were showing all of your anger. You wanted them to. “It wasn’t anybody else, it was you! It was one of two people that she’s supposed to trust. You’re supposed to protect her, not scream in her face and talk about her head getting blown open.”

He made a noise of disagreement and went for the door again.

You sighed inwardly and caught him by his wrist. You twisted outward while you sidestepped him and put your other hand at the base of his shoulder. You pushed your foot against the back of his knee and forced him to a kneel. He groaned in annoyance but didn’t fight back.

“You are bigger than her. You are scarier than her. You are more dangerous than she will ever be.” You said tightly. “You don’t get to do what you did and not care.”

“Seriously, Y/N? Goddammit.” He grumbled.

“What if someone did that to your little girl? You’d knock their head off. Leave it in someone’s bed like the Godfather.”

Frank said nothing.

“Amy is looking to you and me to protect her.” You continued. “You go in there and make things right or I will kick your ass all the way to Homeland and let Madani turn you in.”

He nodded so you let go. You opened the door and ushered him in, following quickly behind. There was no formal apology but you could tell Amy still trusted Frank enough. But you didn’t miss how close she sat to you on the couch.

The grief distracted you. Suddenly, you weren’t angry at Frank anymore. Not when he was clouded by that thin blue gray fog. He spoke about his wife, how she knew who he was and loved him anyway. It made you think of your relationship with Matt and you dropped your eyes when you realized how awful you treated him.

He still loved you, right? Not that you ever deserved it

“I’m not like you two.” You looked back up and saw Frank looking at Dinah and Curtis. “I can do things you can’t. Whatever that makes me…” He looked at you. “It makes me.”

“Makes me, too.” You mouthed and he nodded quickly.

“It has to end, Frank.” Dinah tried and you kept the eyeroll to yourself.

“Who’s gonna end it?” You spoke up, drawing her attention. “You? Brett? Let’s say you take Billy to jail and manage to lock him up, great. Man from Ohio is still coming after her.” You gestured to Amy.

“These people, they won’t stop. They can’t stop. They don’t give a shit about your law.” Frank continued.

“So what the hell am I doing carrying this badge?” She asked Frank and then turned to you. “Why do you carry yours?”

“I gave up my badge.” You confessed. “I chose the mask instead.”

“You still carry it.”

“And it’s not worth a damn.” You snorted a laugh. “After my last round against Fisk and his tactful destruction of my partner, it became nothing more than a title and a decoration on my belt. There’s no weight to it anymore.” You shrugged.

“Why take it in the first place?”

“Same reason I went to Columbia, I wanted to help people the right way. But Dinah, in my experience, you can’t help everyone that way. Someone has to bend… You have the chance to stay a good cop. You know what you have to do.”

“What are you asking?”

“Let us be what we’re meant to be.” Frank answered.

He gave you a questioning look, silently asking if you were with him.

You had gone back and forth so many times on whether or not Exodus is who you were meant to be. She was the Widow of Hell’s Kitchen, yes, but she was more than that. She was your creation. She grew and adapted and changed with you. She took down empires for Dreykov and then returned to take down Dreykov himself. She was still consequence personified but she was also humanity. Necessity. She wasn’t what or even who you were, but she was a critical part.

You offered Frank a nod of confirmation.

“I died at Billy Russo’s hands that night.” You said flatly and you felt all eyes on you, gazes of concern or pity burning against you. The memory ignited a buzz under your skin, every injury from that night reviving throughout your body with a refusal to be ignored. It made you sick but you swallowed the bile crawling up your throat. “He looked me in the eye and didn’t recognize what he’d done… Жизнь за жизнь... Билли Руссо умирает.” (A life for a life… Billy Russo dies.)

“Atta girl.” Frank mumbled and nodded. You doubted her knew what you said, but he got the gist.

Frank didn’t speak Russian. Never cared to, even after he and Y/N grew closer. But what he did know was that there were two general reasons she went to her first language. One, she was trying to intimidate. Or two, the reason she used it now, she was pissed off. Fed up with the games and the situation as a whole. She wanted an ending almost as bad as Frank did.

“What about me?” Amy asked in a small voice. “You guys go after this Billy guy, who’s supposed to…”

“I’m not new to two front fights.” You patted her leg. “No matter what happens, I promise you, you’re gonna survive this. I’ll do everything I can. So will he.”

“Okay..”

That day, you went with Frank to do a little digging while Curtis stayed with Amy. Your head stayed on a swivel, eyes darting down alleys and looking a few blocks ahead. You watched for that stupid hat the man from Ohio wore, any sort of cheap halloween mask, or the black scribbled plastic mask Billy hid behind. Luckily, there was nothing.

At least you hoped that was a good thing.

You had swapped your bulletproof and pullover for a zip-up to seem more civilian.

Your interactions with the bartender gave you a good starting point. You ordered a drink first and starting small talk before Frank came up and got to the point.

Hesitantly, she told you about the place they called Valhalla, but you didn’t miss the look she shot towards a man on the other side of the bar. She said it was like a dialed up frat party and that made you gag slightly. She gave you a quick brow raise and said that if you were blonde, you’d be exactly the type they invite.

Unfortunately, that gave you an idea and you knew you had an old platinum wig hidden away somewhere. You kept that little idea to yourself.

You caught the vague address she gave. Queens, north of 14th.

You left a fifty on the bar and followed Frank out. He dropped the dismembered thumb in a shot glass and you gave a flirty wave of fingers as you passed the man. You could feel the daggers he was staring towards your backs as you walked out.

You also didn’t miss the group that followed you out.

“We’ve got shadows.” You said quietly, putting your hands in your back pockets. The move served as a cover to check the back of your belt line and your fingers grazed your handgun. No blades and that was your own misjudgement, but the gun would work.

“Figured as much.” Frank draped his arm over your shoulders and began to guide your steps. “You got yourself handled?”

“Always do.” You patted the gun at your hip that you grabbed from your duffel before you two entered the bar.

Admittedly, you didn’t like walking into a fight without some sort of protection for your torso. You’d gotten so used to having either a vest or your long sleeve that you felt vulnerable without it. However, there was comfort in knowing you were walking into it with Frank at your side.

“You assholes lost?” Frank asked plainly as you two came up behind the group.

One of the men faced you, scanned both of your faces, and laughed.

“Yeah, we were looking for five million dollars.” He said smugly. “And it was stupid enough to show up on its own.”

“What are you talking about?” You took a step forward.

“Someone’s had enough of his shit.” He pointed to Frank. “There's a bounty on your heads.”

“Didn’t realize he was that well-funded.” You muttered to Frank who gave a sound of agreement.

“Where’s the girl?” The man asked.

“What girl?” Frank answered quickly.

“Someone wants you two and some kid. You’re gonna take us to her.”

“No kid.” You shrugged, both hands hitting your hips. The move seemed casual enough but it was purposeful, putting your hand right on your gun. “Who wants us?”

“Listen, bitch, there two of-“

You didn’t let him finish the sentence.

You pulled your gun and fired quickly. The first shot landed in the frontman’s shoulder, then you shot the man behind him to his left. Frank took out two on the right and you dropped to a kneel. You shot the middle man in the back row and then turned to shoot a fourth man’s knee. The finishing shot came from Frank and you grabbed the frontman’s pant leg.

You yanked hard and he fell to his back with a loud thud. You flattened a knee against his chest and using the barrel of your gun, pressed into the bullet wound. He cried out in pain and you clicked your tongue in disappointment. You withdrew your gun and placed it in the man’s open mouth instead.

“When I move my gun-“ You commanded sharply, your accent wrapping around your words like a blanket. “-we’re going to have a nice little chat, hmm? But if you scream, I blow your brains across the pavement. Got it?”

He nodded furiously and you nodded. You hopped up and let Frank drag the man to lean against the wall.

Your implant pinged and you tapped to ignore it, leaving your phone to buzz violently in your pocket. You positioned the heel of your foot against the bullet wound while Frank stood at the man’s other side. There was less than a second between the first set of rings ended and the next began. Angrily, you pushed off the man, causing him to scream out in pain. You pressed the scar and stepped away, your gun clattering to the floor.

“This better be good.” You sneered.

“It’s Billy.” Dinah said. You could hear the panic in her voice but it wasn’t enough. You were working a lead, and you needed more than that for you to abandon it.

“Not good enough.” You countered.

“He was in my apartment!”

“Unfortunate.”

“Seriously?” She scoffed, sounding near tears. That made you feel a bit bad. “Is it gonna be unfortunate when he shows up at yours? He said he had someone else to visit and I highly doubt he’s got a lot of friends.”

“I’ve moved.”

“So just because you think you’re safe, you don’t care. What about the person living there now?”

“He’ll be fi-“ You began to argue but the realization smacked into you.

If Billy remembered you, asked for you specifically, he had to remember your relationship. Some piece of it, at least. Within those pieces, there was a chance - who knew how big of a chance? - that he would know exactly who Matt was. Even if he didn’t know, it was dangerously likely that he could figure it out.

If Billy could figure that part out, he’d very likely kill Matt for it. Especially considering the fact that Matt would for sure fight back, if not throw the first punch for what he’d done to you.

“How long ago?” You asked, even though it felt like the air was knocked from your lungs.

“Funny that you’re worried now.” She scolded and your hand tightened into a fist. “Who lives there that you care so much about?”

“Goddammit, Dinah, I will sock you in the jaw so hard you’ll eat through a straw for the next fucking year.” You sneered. “How long ago did he leave your place?”

“Ten, twenty minutes maybe.”

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered. “And you’re just now telling me?”

“I’m sorry that I needed to process what the fuck just happened to me.” She spat back.

You groaned loudly and pressed your scar hard, harder than necessary when it only affected you. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Frank looking at you while the man beneath him had his eyes closed and was groaning in pain. You mouthed ‘He’s going to Matt’s’. He nodded to you and reached forward to retrieve something, but by the time his hand was moving, you were already on the move.

Wordlessly, you ran.

You couldn’t remember a time you ever ran that fast in your life. You knew you must’ve looked crazy, sprinting down New York streets in broad daylight when there was no immediate threat, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t stop, not when there was an immediate threat to you.

Billy going to Dinah’s apartment was one thing. It was something you could realistically sweep under the rug as not your problem. But saying he had someone else to visit, it took you only a second to realize and your stomach dropped.

“Matt, for the love of God, don’t be home.” You said to yourself as you climbed the stairs. “Please, please, please.”

You were near breathless by the time you reached the apartment floor. You were fiddling with your key ring, searching for Matt’s key, when a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you against the wall. You yelped in surprise but a second hand covered your mouth as their body pinned you to the wall.

“What the hell is going on?” He asked quietly and you shoved the keys back into your pocket. “Are you alright?”

“Oh my god.” You breathed in relief, though your voice was still muffled by his hand. You reached up to move it and he let you, though the questioning expression didn’t leave. “Tell me you haven’t been inside.”

“No, I was about to but I heard your voice.” He squeezed your arm slightly. “I heard…”

“Panic?” You filled in and he gave you a nervous chuckle. You hadn’t heard the sound in so long. “Yeah… Honestly, I was so scared. My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest right now.”

“It sounds like it.” He agreed. “Who’s in there, Y/N? Who’s coming after you?”

“He did come here…” You spoke in quiet shock. You had expected it, yet knowing he did made your chest tight and that hollow echo of old explosions that plagued you when you two were together began to rumble.

“I can hear his heartbeat. He keeps mumbling to himself.”

“If I tell you who he is, can you let me handle it?”

“Y/N…” He sighed. “You don’t have the to-“

“Matt, if you go in there and he connects the dots as to who you are, he’ll very likely try to kill you. He’ll probably try to kill me when I go in.”

“Sounds like a good reason to not let you go alone.” He made a move towards his front door.

“It should also stand as a good reason to trust me.” You tried, grabbing his jacket sleeve to stop him. He didn’t turn to face you but his head dropped with a sigh. “It’s Billy Russo.” You confessed.

“Why is he here?” His voice reached that gravelly tone that usually paired with his vigilante persona.

“Looking for me, probably. I’m sure you’ve seen all about his hospital escape and the ReadyQuick check place.”

“The Return of the Punisher and Exodus: What Does it Mean for New York City?” He recited the headline to you. “Yeah, Foggy was telling me about the news story the other day. I’m guessing that’s why you haven’t called.”

“Right now, it’s more than just Billy. I will tell you everything regarding him and I but you have to let me get him out of your apartment.”

“How is this fight gonna end any different than last time?” He finally faced you. “He put you in the hospital, didn’t he?”

No, he killed me.

“Yeah, and I put him there for longer. It’s different because it’ll end this time. Completely.”

“You’re gonna kill him?” His brows raised.

“Not here.” You admitted.

He sighed to himself and his hand landed on your side. There was a slight pressure to his touch as his hand moved under your zip-up.

You smiled slightly at his touch.

“You don’t have anything on.” He said quietly, as if it was a secret just for you two.

You deadpanned and shifted your jacket to expose your handgun still at your hip. “If you paid more attention, you would’ve known.”

“If you paid attention, you’d know you don’t have it.”

Your brows furrowed and you looked down, eyes widening in realization. Matt was right. You hadn’t retrieved your handgun. You cursed yourself before meeting his gaze again.

“Doesn’t matter. I have three guns stashed in that apartment and I think four blades.”

“Yeah, I know.” He nodded, though he still wore an anxious expression. “I don’t like this.”

“Neither do I but if I don’t go in there, he wins. If I bring you with me, it looks like I’m afraid of him.”

“Are you?”

“No.” You weren’t quite sure you meant that. “But I know exactly what he’s capable of, and that was before the carousel. Now, I wouldn’t put anything past him… Let me keep you safe this time, Matt.”

He took a deep breath before nodding and stepping away from the door.

“Alright.” He conceded. “But if you need me, I’m right outside.”

“Thank you.” You breathed in relief and reached for the door.

He grabbed your other wrist.

“I missed you.” He said softly.

“I know.” You nodded. “We'll talk about it later.” You promised.

You stepped through the door and every nerve was alive. Every muscle was tense with anticipation and you forced every ounce of control to the surface. You couldn’t falter, couldn’t give any indication that Billy triggered a reaction in you.

He was on your turf now and he wouldn’t have any advantage over you.

You saw his silhouette through the frosted glass of Matt’s bedroom door. Quietly, you went to your first hiding place. Between the fridge and the wall, but the gun was missing. You silently cursed and moved to the second, under the table. Again, empty. Your hand tightened into a fist and you had to refrain from banging it against anything.

“Looking for something?” Billy’s voice came from the other side of the room.

You paused, only to unclench your fist, and stood. You turned to face him and swallowed the lump in your throat, cocking your head as you examined him. You had seen the scars last time you faced him, but somehow, they seemed angrier without the blue tint of your lenses. Your scrutiny made him uncomfortable and you watched his jaw tense, his chin jut out slightly as his head raised in a small challenge.

“At least you still look like you, all things considered.” You gestured to his face. “Doctors earned that paycheck, didn’t they?”

“You sound disappointed.”

“Can you blame me?” You laughed slightly and threw your hands to the side.

“I wasn’t sure I was in the right place at first.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Your stuff.” He shrugged. “Nothing here is yours. But then I found something and just figured you redecorated.” He pointed vaguely to the living room. “I remember a painting and some pictures.”

“Yeah, just wanted a change of scenery I guess.” You nodded carefully. “You remembered more than that, didn’t you?”

“Oh.” He laughed and pulled two handguns from under his jacket. “You mean these?”

You pulled a face in response.

“Just wanted to make sure I had a chance to talk to you.” He reasoned, as if it made perfect sense.

“Or a chance to kill me.” You countered, a new wave of anger burning under your skin. You shuddered slightly and lifted the hem of your shirt to show your bare skin. He swallowed slightly and his eyes raked over your body. “No bulletproofs today.”

“Bulletproofs don’t cover your head.”

“Touche… Why are you here, Billy?” You moved carefully around the couch, refusing to take your eyes off him and your pair of guns in his hands.

You knew there was supposed to be one more gun under the couch. You cut a slit into the bottom dust cover just big enough for your hand to fit in that led to the gun you wedged between the front right corner of the wooden frame. And under the coffee table, a small throwing knife was wedged into the wood at a steep angle that kept it practically flush.

You sat on the right side of the couch and angled your back against the arm rest. You gestured to the arm chair across from you but Billy opted to stand, though he put one of the guns away. Instead of pushing, you put your foot against the table.

“I came…” He spoke carefully, like he wasn’t completely sure how to answer you. “We were together, me and you, weren’t we?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You shook your head. You paused for a second, waiting for his eyes to meet yours before you spoke again. “You were a self-indulgent habit that kept me from killing myself during the peak of my self-destruction. I admit that you were a… lifeline when I needed one, but everything fell apart and now I-“

“Hate me?” He cut in with a slight smirk. It was almost as if he knew you would say that, or he wanted you to.

“Yes.” You nodded calmly, lacking the reaction he seemed so desperate for. “But to be fair, I hate every man who’s tried to kill me. You are the only one who managed to do it though.”

“Did I?”

“Technically. My heart did stop at one point that night. It seems adrenaline and open wounds don’t pair as well as people think. You really don’t remember any of it, do you?”

“You know, I.. I envy you.” He pointed the gun at you. “I envy you remembering, knowing how you feel. I should know how I felt about you.”

“About me?” Your head tilted. “I can tell you that.”

He scoffed slightly but you could feel that he wanted you to continue.

“You loved me.” You said and it was the first time you ever addressed that fact since the carousel. “And I respected you, trusted you to a certain degree. I would even say that I did care about you.”

“But you didn’t love me. You lied to me!”

“I did.” You nodded. “And you tortured me for it.”

“I did.” He nodded, though there was a hesitation in his agreement. “You told me you loved me.”

“I didn’t!” You spat viciously. “You don’t feel remorse. You don’t feel regret. Why should I?”

You had an entire explanation you could give. He didn’t deserve it, but you were willing to give it anyway. So you did. Not for him, or any closure to his benefit, but for yourself. To get that weight off your chest.

“Not when we were whatever we were and not whatever the hell you wanna call this now. I knew I could’ve, if circumstances were different. I knew that-“ Admitting that out loud seemed to make it real, that you had been willing to let yourself fall for Billy before he ruined it all. “- but I was just the next one to take your empty words as a promise… Besides, I was still in love with someone else.”

“Right, now that I remember. Matt, wasn’t it?”

Your chest tightened for a moment. You had to refrain from looking towards the door or making some sort of threat.

“Yes.”

“You loved a dead man over me.” He sneered.

“I knew almost everything about that dead man and he gave his life for mine. Something you never even considered.” You countered sharply. “You had your own merits where you and I were concerned, but you would never be the person I needed. Telling you that made it easier for you to torture me, I guess.”

“Torture…” He repeated with a nod, as if that idea was somehow pleasant to him. “That night, the night this happened.”

“Mhmm?”

“You were there. You said I shot you and had you tied up with a taser.”

“Need to see the scar again?” You answered bitterly. “I can’t completely close my hand or extend my wrist due to the nerve damage.”

“Lucky you.” He sneered. “Too bad Frank didn’t help you in time, huh?”

So that was it.

“Frank?” Your brows furrowed. “I didn’t ask anyone to help.”

It wasn’t quite a lie. You didn’t explicitly ask Frank to help, just mentioned that help would’ve been appreciated at that moment.

“No, no, no, no. You don’t do that. You don't do that!” He screamed and angrily pointed the gun in your direction again.

Your leg tensed, ready to flip the table it rested against.

“Cause I know now! I know now!” He continued.

“Frank Castle.” You conceded. “He tell you he did it? That day he found you robbing the check cashing spot.”

“See?” He smiled and it made you sick. “You have all the answers no one else’ll give me.”

“Dinah wouldn’t?”

“No… But maybe that’s why I liked you better.”

“Maybe… But you still didn’t like me enough to take my side. I tried to stop all of this.” You confessed. “I practically begged you to fight with me, fight with Frank. But you chose a man who didn’t give a shit about you and would’ve left you for dead.”

“Just tell me how.” He asked quietly and there was the slightest plea in his eyes. You knew you could play on that and bring him to knees, watch him beg, but you refrained.

“Frank’s family was killed.” You began simply.

You knew your words were going to start something dangerous. You could feel the tension in Matt on the other side of the door, seeping into your own muscles despite your calm display. You could see the uncertainty in Billy. So you spoke carefully, but bluntly. If it came to a fight, so be it.

“You knew, because you had already sold out everyone and everything you stood for. You did it for money and status and some sort of reputation that you thought earned you respect, but it didn’t.”

“No.” He muttered but you kept going.

“Frank found out and he made you pay.” Your voice began to carry your accent. “He went for you, the man above you, and the man at the top of it all. He took the lives of the men who killed his family, all except you.”

“You’re lying.”

“Am I? You sure as hell couldn’t tell before.” You challenged and his resolve faltered. “You were supposed to remember everything. To live every day in fear and regret and misery because we took everything away from you… But what a disappointment to know you didn’t.”

“We…” He repeated.

“Ты не понял, кто я?” You asked with an innocent smile. “Aw, Billy. I’m not just the woman you were fucking and maybe falling for…” (You haven’t figured out who I am?)

You stood, strategically angling your foot under your coffee table. His brows furrowed in thought and his trigger finger twitched. You gestured to your eyes with one hand but still received an uncertain expression. You sighed and lifted one closed hand, mimicking the raise of your Bite.

“The Mask you’re so afraid of?” You said expectantly. “Exodus?”

Silence.

“You really didn’t know.” You said with a small laugh.

“You think this is funny?” He stepped closer and you didn’t back down. “I dreamed about Frank and about you-“ He spat venomously as he stood maybe a foot away. “-every night. Who did you dream of?”

“I had more important things to focus on.” You said calmly and your control seemed to anger him more. A red hue started to surround him and you smiled. “I’m not afraid of you, Billy.”

One, two, three steps and you were toe to toe. Your foot under the table lifted slightly and you felt your toe nudge the blade’s handle. You stared at Billy with a flat expression as he pressed the barrel of his gun under your chin.

“What about now, hmm?” He asked lowly. “You afraid to die, Y/N?”

“Are you?” Your hand moved quickly and you snatched the other gun from his waistband. In a swift movement, you had it against his abdomen. “I’d say my gun goes off first.”

He smiled wickedly and your stomach twisted into a tighter knot.

“Count of three?” He asked and you didn’t miss the flirtatious undertone.

“Один, два, три.” You counted slowly, plotting out your moves in your head. (One, two, three.)

You took a risk and dropped your own gun. Your free foot kicked it away while you gripped his gun, pushing it away from your face while it went off. You had to keep from flinching at how close the sound was. You grabbed his shirtfront with your other hand and pulled hard with your knee stuck out to trip him up. He slammed the floor hard and you yanked the table leg with your foot and it flipped.

You dropped and grabbed the knife. You faced him again, relieving when he was still on his back. Your eyes found his discarded gun but you knew it wouldn’t last long. You moved quickly and pinned his arms with your knees.

You let fear trickle from your fingers and the yellow smoke created shackles around his wrists and throat. Using the tip of your blade, you traced the scar on his cheek.

“Maybe I cut you open again, huh?” You threatened, letting your accent come at the thickest you’ve ever used it. “Watch you bleed out on the floor. Alone. Afraid.”

“Do it then.” He choked. “You won’t get another chance.”

You tossed the blade and changed your grip, estimating a path to his eye socket. Once it was raised over your head, he jerked his body to the side and you were thrown into the sideways table. The edge of the wood collided with your notoriously damaged rib and all the air was taken from that lung. You stayed draped over the piece of furniture for a few seconds, coughing hard and wheezing slightly as the pain shot up and down the side of your body.

But the few seconds was all he needed. By the time you had enough sense to look, Billy was gone and Matt was rushing to your side. You slammed your blade into the table with enough force to splinter the wood.

He awkwardly reached for you, unsure of where or even if he was allowed to touch you. You looked past him though. Your eyes were locked on the short corridor that led to the front door. You were burning with rage, fighting the heavy threat of being consumed by the heat and haze of the red manic outburst.

You wanted to let it take over. To let it guide your body and hands until you finally snapped out of it coated in Billy’s blood. You wanted him dead, more than you ever wanted anyone dead.

“I’m fine.” You pushed Matt’s hands away and stood. However, once you righted yourself, your aching rib ignited again and you doubled over. “Fuck.”

“You can’t go after him, not like this.” Matt reasoned as he stood beside you.

“I’m going to kill him, Matt.” You said through gritted teeth. “I don’t care how but he’s dead. You don’t get to stand in the way of this one.”

“You can’t stand and you can barely breathe.” He urged. “You can’t fight like this. You said that! You can’t possibly think-“

“You’re right, okay?” You snapped. You took a deep breath to settle your racing pulse. “You’re right. I can’t think because when I think, I’m too slow. I need to act, not wait here for something that’s never gonna heal.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

“Who cares?”

“I do!”

“I have to finish this.” You righted yourself again, wincing but fighting to stay upright.

“Is it worth dying?”

“I did that already.” You said flatly and he gave you an expectant look. “That night at the carousel, he shot through my wrist. I had the Bites on so I was constantly getting hit with bursts. Not only did that fry some nerves, it burned through the bullet wound to the point where, once the adrenaline died down, I bled out so badly that I was medically dead… My heart stopped, Matt.”

He stood there, mouth agape in shock. One hand was on his hip and the other was shoved into his hair, stuck at the top of his head like someone hit the pause button. You waited a second to make sure he was still breathing.

“Dex was there and he got it going again…” You admitted quietly. “He and Frank were begging for me to come back.”

“That’s why you tried ro protect him…” He said in quiet realization. You could tell he appreciated the explanation and finally understood what had happened last time.

All you could do was quietly nod.

“Jesus Christ.” He muttered and the thick wave of despair from him sent a welcome chill across your skin. “Y/N/N…”

“It’s fine.” You shook your head and used your foot to right the coffee table. You glanced around for your gun and Matt pointed to the other side of the couch. “Thanks.”

“You can’t keep going like this.” He said sadly as you collected your weapon. “Please, Y/N.”

You sighed slightly and moved closer to him. You reached out and gently took both of his hands in yours and almost immediately, his fingers closed around yours. He leaned in, close enough that you could feel his breath against your face. Your eyes closed and you let your head fall against his shoulder.

You hadn’t realized how badly you had missed his touch.

“I’ll be alright.” You promised. “Billy won’t be the one to kill me.”

If anything, the man from Ohio had a better chance, but you wouldn’t tell Matt that.

“I can’t lose you.” He whispered and you didn’t need your abilities to feel his desperation.

Your implant pinged and you considered ignoring it, but something about it felt urgent. You leaned away and freed a hand to press your scar.

“Get down here. We gotta go.” Frank said quickly.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“The kid went to her friend and she turned her in.”

“Shit.” You ended the call and faced Matt.

“I have to go.” You said honestly.

”Please stay.” He gave your hand a small squeeze.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Wait.” He said quickly. He stepped away from you for a moment and came back, pressing something into your hand. You looked down and saw he had given you your knife.

“What is it?” He asked but didn’t stop you. In fact, he guided your hand to tuck the knife under your belt.

“This kid…”

“A kid?” His eyebrows raised and he dawned a small smile.

“My kid.”

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Tattoos (DR3 one shot)

I’m being so into writing lately huh, here’s another one inspired by this post from @unluckyhoneybee

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x redbull! driver

Words: 756

Warnings: mention of sex

She waited outside the door for the press conference to start, they were going inside in group of 3 and she was paired with Lewis and Daniel. The Lewis part was more than fine, but Daniel part not too much. Not that she had anything against Daniel, quite the opposite, they had a thing going on which she was unable to put a name on it. They started getting closer when Daniel moved to Renault and she came to take his place. He was kind enough to offer her that she can go to him if she ever had an issue with the car, or Christian Horner and as Daniel said “if Max was being a brat”

Conversations on track turned to late night talks with snacks and wine which turned to sex. They’d kiss each other, make out, fuck, race, analyses the race together, then would go to a hotel room and fuck all the frustrations out of each other. It wasn’t something they’d hide intentionally but they wouldn’t mention it too.

She stood aside and watch the group of current drivers doing the conference when Daniel appeared in his black/yellow shirt and Renault hat, he had more beard on his face than usual and she knew it was because she told him she liked it when he go down on her with beard.

“Hello, RedBull can looks better in your hand than mine” Daniel spoke with wide smile, if she wasn’t surrounded by people she would kiss that pretty smile

“Oh yeah? If you missed it so much you can have mine” she offered him the can

“That’s the one thing I absolutely did not miss” he was never a big RedBull drink fan.

They fell in silence, she touched her hat feeling uncomfortable but nonetheless kept it on her head. She stared at him, all her biased feelings aside he was truly a handsome man. Without thinking she put her hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of his face. Daniel froze in his place, not wanting to push away her hand, she gave him a small smile and murmured “handsome” before pulling away her hand. He released the breath he didn’t know he kept.

“Is it our turn yet?” Lewis asked, cutting the tension.

They went in and Daniel and Lewis being mean boys, put her right in the middle.

They answered questions about racing, Daniel was asked about his move to Renault and she was asked about being in a team like RedBull, taking the place of Daniel Ricciardo and meeting expectations.

“I want to change the subject and ask between all 3 of you who has more tattoos?”

Daniel went ahead with a laugh “I’m no competitor when these two are here, I announce my surrounded” he sat back to watch her and Lewis discussing tattoos.

“That depends” he turned to her “I’ve seen some inks on you, that’s all you got?”

She shook her head “no I got more”

“Really? I’ve never seen them” Lewis said

“Yeah most of them are on my chest and back, I’m almost covered”

Daniel peaked into the conversation with mischievous smile “she has this super cool snake between her breasts” shooting her a look. Few people in the room gasped at his announcement.

Lewis laughed and looked at Daniel curiously “how the fuck do you know that?” He knew it was a rhetorical question, the answer was obvious.

She sat back, shaking her head and hiding her face in her palm as the conversation went on.

Daniel was enjoying himself a little bit too much “actually I’ve seen all her tattoos, and not just her tattoos” she sank further back in her chair as Lewis laughed ridiculously, still talking to Daniel “so you can confirm she has more than me?”

He smirked, giving him a thumb up “can confirm she does”

Lewis leaned into his microphone “I think we have a winner” while pointing at her.

With her hand still on her face she let out a muffled laugh, bringing her hand up and slapping Daniel on his chest, causing him to yell “ouch that hurt”

“Do you have anything to add?” The journalist asked her.

She finally faced the room, shooting a “I know what to do with you later” glance at Daniel that was replied by a wink.

She leaned into the mic, making her cap backward and took a big gulp of her Redbull can “I have no further comment to make, thanks” she left the seat and basically ran away, leaving Lewis and Daniel to laugh harder.

#daniel ricciardo #danny ric #lewis hamilton #f1 #daniel ricciardo x ofc #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #mclaren #formula 1 #redbull #renault #daniel ricciardo one shot

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ch. 110

brutality, no survivors.... incredible suffering for the girlies (you, me, JP twitter)

and here I thought shenanigans would continue... this promo image was an immediate punch at 6AM

and yet this was all things considered the easy part...? ugh, but... please a moment to drink it in... all of my beliefs in the true power exchange... it's so satisfying to see it like this. it's easy, simple to still Tsukasa, isn't it... towering, presiding older brother.... his joudai trailing... touch your seal... the virtue by which you are kept safe, kept his. Poor Tsukasa. covetous object...!

a rascal....! uhh I love pocket-sanding Akane with old man parts ... amazing technique ahaha, Tsukasa knows how to make people lose focus huh? he's in such a good mood isn't he~ not as resentful as he was towards Mirai pestering him...

mirai explode lol.... I can't say I feel much personally, I guessed she might do this ... it's sweet of her to protect Akane, but I can't think much of it, beyond what it contributes to how we should feel about her. Noble rat after all? not so dumb as Akane had said before?

Mirai holding the yorishiro makes sense, for why she's typically locked in their boundary without any freedom. sure... easy. another key to haunt us! more keys why NOT

I like to see Natsuhiko being cool like this ... ♥

but this is so interesting...

I'm never sure how much Mitsuba really understood about the Broadcast club's greater plans... I wonder if Natsuhiko is being literal here, and Mitsuba DID know what he had to do, but had settled on his suicidal ennui.... ah, having to analyze your life for something precious is grim... he has an issue of not appreciating what he has while he has it, and being unable to state it...

.... and there's nobody to correct him. This is such a manga about... 'reasons'....

among the things even possible.. that poor keychain was destroyed. I wonder if there were a few things going on in Mitsuba's mind even then...

I really like... that mysteries, kaii need something anchoring them... I like that it's not enough, to exist... I like that the body naturally dilapidates, 'wants' to move on or become something else. It's a great metaphor....! In this manga... the most important thing, is loving something. If you don't love something, you can't stay alive. You won't....

I'm still wondering if the original thing Kou gave Mitsuba back in vol. 7 will ever come back around... or if it just gave him a complex or curiosity about the 'old' Mitsuba (who he snoops on in PP after this, so....) ... and can't itself be precious so much as worming...

anyhow... I like this turn of events, but it is so shocking we're stacking handling No. 3 and also No. 1!!!! I can't believe it!!!! IT'S ALL HAPPENINGGGG?????!?!? We haven't stacked mysteries like this before ~~!!!! It's so exciting.... I like Natsuhiko a lot in all of this ♥ I don't know... like with Tsukasa and Mitsuba, I believe him that he found it all charming in its own way, and that he wanted to offer what he could to Mitsuba for the timebeing. It's not as if there are other options, here... Mitsuba... really was never doing the things that needed to be done.... or letting others know what he needed to do.

I suppose Natsuhiko could wake up Kou to watch this if he wanted, but I find it much funnier if Kou just has to wake up at the end of this and Mitsuba is eradicated... lol...

can't say I really understand Teru's position about the mysteries...

you understand the mysteries are a kind of structural pillar for this region, but the pressure that was weighing on Hanako at least seemed to be the Minamoto ... it was that imperative the Broadcast Club's been taking advantage of. The rumors created an excuse to justify the sense of mistrust in the mysteries. But I'll never quite know what Teru is even capable of ... since he shouldn't be able to touch yorishiro ... but directly threatens to exorcize mysteries. Can you have extant yorishiro without the mysteries utilizing them.... ??? Well, I just don't understand it yet.... must put it aside.

back to what really matters...

I love how peaceful, relieved, serene he looks here.... finally, you've been so patient, Tsukasa... every little step of this has taken so long.... holding the last yorishiro in your hands... trusting Amane to handle you, after... it must feel good. The end in sight....

I really love this reach for Amane's knife...

back in this position, are we?

ah.... poor Amane. For a moment... I appreciate what he's trying to do, here. He sounds patient... he sounds like an older brother. Explaining so cleanly...

you want to be sure Tsukasa understands... maybe you think-- he hasn't thought this through, or he doesn't get the consequences, he's being childish, or reckless, maybe he's misunderstood how it happened before ... I love to hear Amane, say something so direct as... won't see you again.... won't be able to save you ... everything he did last time! to ensure... that you wouldn't be apart! the binding of their souls! tying Tsukasa down to him like a ship in a storm! protection, mooring... keeping you, where he can see you! remaining together, at all costs! that's important to you too, right, Tsukasa? don't you want to see each other?

it's as if you're saying you don't want to be together, don't want to be saved... what do we do with people who don't ask you to save them? why must they insist on leaving you behind?

Mitsuba won't ask Kou to save him. Sumire wouldn't ask Hakubo to save her. Aoi didn't want Akane to save her. I wonder if Tsukasa didn't ask Amane to save him, but Amane did it anyway... her certainly wasn't asking for a hero in the Red House, or to live on coming back.

it's a kind of rejection, isn't it? When someone is so ambivalent about the life you love so much... the life you want with them... it's as if they're saying, "I don't want to be with you enough to live for you."

Of course, every time, they're really saying ... "I just don't know what I mean to you." Mitsuba doesn't feel valuable to Kou; only a replacement, a reminder of something he once cared about. Best to give up. Sumire imagined Hakubo was only placating her, and could only wish not for his earnest sadness, but for him to pretend to be sad for her. Best to let death happen. and Aoi didn't feel Akane knew the real her, imagined he would reject the real Aoi, only in love with his grand projection of her. Best to step away now.

Of course, Tsukasa thought his brother hated him, so...

It all feels so simple and logical! It's saving trouble, right?

Amane made such a gesture last time... in their shinjuu... he tried, he really tried, to say something ... to Tsukasa.

but, the message didn't go through...

but I can only be so sympathetic to Amane, as he's an incredible hypocrite. Of course, Amane has put Nene-chan through everything Tsukasa puts him through.

You also try to grant your beloved a wish for a future that explicitly doesn't involve you, and make her feel rejected, abandoned, given no choice...

Amane...

oh, Yugi twins....

.... why can't you understand when you're precious? Why can't you understand how bad it hurts, to abandon somebody? Amane-chan really suffered without you, Tsukasa. You're always the one leaving him, and getting to feel sacrificial about it. He's trying to tie you down....

.... it's a natural response... to lash out. Rejected... misunderstood... abandoned... why is Tsukasa asking you to give up on him? Why can't he understand, even with that seal on his cheek... even as you died with him....

兄の思いは届かず…

I really love that for the chapter's end.

Amane's feelings never did reach Tsukasa. It wasn't understood, what he had tried to do, his sadness now. But... Amaneeeee....

maybe you could use a taste of your own medicine....

we think we know just how to make someone else's wish come true, don't we?

isn't it such an insult! WHY!!!!!! """"WHY""""""??????

..... I'm out of images, so I'll continue in a reblog, for a couple more thoughts I'm having ....

but for this post... ahhhh. It's unbelievable we're at least starting to tackle... this. I feel bad for Amane, I really do... I feel bad for Tsukasa, too. It's hard to not hurt someone you love ... in an attempt to only hurt yourself. If we hurt ourselves, we hurt the thing our lover adores ... we spit on their love for us.

I can understand why and how Amane can say "I hate you" ... to Tsukasa. As much as Akane could childishly say it to Aoi ... and you know, it is that same unimaginable love which makes it possible. Years of familiarity, it makes you more liable to lash out. There is such a greater sense of betrayal, when you've expended so much effort... when you try so hard for someone... when you're in so much pain about them....! After all I've done... you CAN'T say this or that to me.... etc, etc! Those intense emotions... can make you feel entitled, to never be hurt... you can't hurt me, after all I've hurt for you!

and I do think it's being said extremely childishly... daikirai... he's just, unable to be any more constructive with his feelings, he's so... hurt, mad. As much as Nene-chan is so mad, hearing Hanako spit on all of her efforts she made to reach him... BIG SLAP!!!

Amane, he's maybe endured 50 years of effort and an awful lot of physical suffering for Tsukasa, and it's not gotten through... wwww! I'm sorry, I'm worried Tsukasa might have a PROFOUND amount of suicidal urge. Might be an uphill battle, Amane... you might just need to save Tsukasa because you are selfish, and you want him for yourself. There might be no easier reason ... to keep him by your side. We can't make Tsukasa beg to stay with you... but you won't beg him to stay, will you? I think that would actually do a lot of good, Amane... but you really won't do that....

meanwhile, I love the juxtaposition of Nene-chan's incredibly childish DAI DAI DAISUKIII and this daikirai lol... we all have big feelings don't we lol....! well...

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