#it’s a slow race but i’m getting there

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Give Into The Temptation

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Norris!Reader

warnings: ‼️‼️⚠️⚠️SPOILERS FOR TWISTED HATE BY ANA HUANG ‼️‼️⚠️⚠️, cursing, SMUT

Thank you to @forevercaffeinated-lee for this idea! I hope it meets your expectations <3!

Slight enemies to lovers

When I first met Oscar I thought he was cute and he is but my god was he so full of himself.  

Now don’t get me wrong, I love a man who’s confident and knows what he wants but Oscar was not that.

Oscar was cocky, full of himself and sometimes downright disrespectful. I usually let it slide because I didn’t see him often so I didn’t have to deal with it, emphasis on the word usually.

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I’ve been on the road with Lando so far this whole 2024 season because he had asked me to tag along, he something about missing his twin sister or some bullshit like that, in reality everyone knew that I was here because he liked the way I made his meal preps and not the person that’s currently doing it now.

This is the week of the Monaco Grand Prix and Lando has been out all day with his trainer all day doing whatever the trainer made him do all the while I’m stuck at the condo alone.

I was chilling out on a pineapple floaty in the pool when I heard the front door open. I'd decided that I wanted to play a prank on Lando so I snuck out of the pool and quickly dried myself off before quietly sneaking into the condo. I'd heard rustling coming from the bathroom and that gave me the perfect chance to scare him. I waited against the wall for about 45 seconds before I heard the door open, I waited for a second until I saw a taller figure step out the bathroom and with a big leap I screamed 'Boo' at the man in front of me.

However, I didn't get as much joy from scaring Lando as I thought I would and that was only because I didn't scare Lando. I scared Oscar.

"Ah! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Oscar screamed as I still stood in front of him, placing his hand on his chest as if to slow down his heartbeat.

"What are you doing here?!" I screamed back in total shock and anger that he was here. I mean how did he even get the key? Only Lando and I had a key?

"I'm staying here this race weekend dipshit. You know this." His attitude evident, as always.

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm JUST NOW FINDING THIS OUT!" I shout. I'm so frustrated, I wanted to have a nice weekend to support my brother and hopefully only see Oscar when needed, but turns out I'm gonna be spending the WHOLE weekend with him.

"That's it, I'm going back out by the pool." I scoffed while I dragged my feet dramatically out to the backyard.

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Back out by the pool, I was laying on one of the lawn chairs and I decided that I was going to try and finish the book I was currently reading 'Twisted Hate' by one of my favorite authors Ana Huang.

While I was reading, I was so deep in thought that I hadn't heard the patio door open and Oscar come out. At least not until I heard a big splash in the water and felt drops of it land on my legs.

"You muppet! I'm reading here!" I shouted as I took the towel I brought out to dry my not-so-wet legs. Oscar looked displeased with me as when I looked up I saw him rolling his eyes at me.

I continued reading in peace and quiet for about another 15 minutes before my timer went off indicating that I should go apply more sunscreen before I get too burned. I let out a annoyed groan because my book was just getting good so I quickly got up and went into the air conditioned condo to the living room to grab the spray on sunscreen, applying it before walking back outside.

Opening the back door, I was quickly met with a sight of Oscar with a towel around his waist and my book in his hand.

"Oscar, put my book down now!" my face just as red as a tomato at the thought of Oscar reading the previous page of the two characters fucking. Part of me didn't want him to know what I read on my free time but part of me wanted him to have read it so that he learns not to pick up and read random books.

"Twisted Hate? I think I've heard of this book." if my face was red before, it must've been a shade of hell right now. How did he know about this book? Maybe someone said it was a good series? Did he know about the pure sex written in it? So many questions flooded my head but before I could question what he meant by what he said he continued talking

(THIS NEXT PART CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK SO PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING UNTIL YOU SEE THE BOLD WORDS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

"Yeah, Jules ends up telling Josh that she was the one that took the painting. Josh was mad at her at first but then they had make-up sex. Turns out he didn't forgive her and 'broke up' with her mid orgasm and kicked her out." My face fell in shock. There's no way this bitch just fucking spoiled this book for me. No, he's making shit up. There's no way he'd know what was going on in the book, someone could've told him about the 'break in'. Oscar loves to get under my skin and this would be a good way he could do it.

A scoff left my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Yeah fucking right. That's a good one Piastri, and to think I almost believed you. Wow, this is a new low for you." I laughed as I snatched my book from his grasp and gathered my stuff. I was going to finish my book in the comfort of my well air conditioned room until my brother comes back and we go out to eat.

(OKAY NO SPOILERS AFTER THIS PART)

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It had been about 30 minutes since my last interaction with Oscar and I was sitting against the headboard of the bed under the covers reading. I was having a good time in the quiet of the room while reading until I got to a part that eerily started to sound like what Oscar told me was going to happen between Jules and Josh.

I kept reading because I didn't want to believe that Piastri was THAT disrespectful to actually spoil my book for me. Sure enough that Aussie dipshit did in fact spoil my book for me. With an angry grunt I peeled myself away from the book and left my room. I was going to find Oscar and kill him.

I searched the house with so much anger in me I felt like I was going to explode. I finally spotted Oscar still out by the pool except this time instead of being in the water, he was sun bathing. Lord knows he needs it because of how pale he was.

Swinging the patio door open I started yelling " OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!" The volume of my voice and the slam of the door startled Oscar and he quickly locked his phone before chucking it on the lawn chair next to his. "YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING BASTARD!" A slight smirk plastered on his face as he saw how mad I was.

"Finally get to the part I spoiled for you?" he looked so cocky right now and all I wanted to do was to punch him right in his sexy face. No, stop Y/N don't think like that.

"You're a cunt Oscar. I want to never see you again!" I stomped my foot. I looked like an angry toddler when they wouldn't get their way.

"Oh that's cute. We're rooming in the same house this weekend and in case you forgot, your brother and I are on the same team so that's not happening." I watched as a small laugh left his incredibly sexy and slightly plump lips.

As much as I wanted to be mad at Oscar I couldn't help but want to swoon for him right now. He'd gotten out of the pool not that long ago because his body wasn't wet anymore but his swim trunks and hair were still damp. That nasty smirk still plastered on his sexy face, his damp curls laying in every direction, his perfectly toned chest on display, the damp swimming trunks sticking to his hard cock. Wait, is he hard? Was he watching porn before I came out??

"As much as I'm flattered that you're checking me out, my eyes are up here princess." Oscar called as he snapped his fingers at me before pointing to his eyes when I finally looked up.

Did I just get caught checking out the man I hated the most while I'm trying to be angry and yell at him?

"As if. I- I would never check you out. You- You're the last guy I would want to find attractive." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I watched Oscar slowly start to walk in my direction stopping right in front of me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face, none of us moved and I don't think either of us wanted to. Oscar raised his hands to rest on both sides of my face, leaning in but stopping right before our lips met.

"Really? So why aren't you backing away from my touch?" He was so close to me and all I wanted to do was have the most rough and dirty sex with him right now. "You hate me right? You know they say there's a blurred line between Love and Hate."

"I" need you "I would never love you" I'm trying so hard not to give into the temptation of falling for Oscar but it's so hard. Oscar might be harder but I don't want to be the first to give in. I left heavy calloused hand on my waist and gave it a small squeeze which caused a pathetic small moan to escape my lips.

"That moan that left your mouth just now says otherwise," Oscar and I made eye contact just before he turned his head to whisper in my ear "just say the word and I'll fuck you 7 ways to Sunday before your brother gets back" His hand slowly sliding down my front before they got to my bathing suit bottoms, stopping right above the elastic.

A whimper left my lips before I could stop it. "Is this fine?" Oscar said as he grabbed my chin to look up and face him, a small nod of approval was what I gave him but that wasn't enough "No princess, I need words. Is this okay with you?" Even when we're so deep in this intimate moment he's getting on my nerves.

"Yes," I said breathlessly as I placed my hand on his and guided him underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms "I need this, I need you so fucking bad." I whispered as I had leaned into the crook of him neck to leave small and delicate kisses.

A heard a groan leave Oscar's lips as I started to suck the skin of his neck to litter his gorgeous skin with hickies.

"Mmmm, fuck. I need you right now." Oscar moaned right before he smashed his lips to mine. The kiss didn't last too long before Oscar picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and started to make his way to my room and slamming the door once we were in. Oscar placed a hard and firm slap to my ass before tossing me on the bed.

"You're so sexy, did you know that?" Oscar started talking while slowly crawling towards me leaving kisses in his wake, started by my feet "I've always dreamed of fucking you since I met you" left a kiss just below my knee "I've jerked off to the thought of me fucking you in my drivers room, making you scream my name so loud they can hear you in the grandstands" kissed my clothed pussy, causing me to jerk my body up "and the thought of filling you so full you're carrying child." kissed my stomach "I've thought about taking you at so many events." kissed my breasts "I thought about us getting caught while I'm fucking your mouth." kissed the under side of my jaw before looking in my eyes "I thought about us getting married and just fucking like rabbits everywhere I can take you" He kissed my lips before biting my bottom lip

"Do it." I said breathless as Oscar leaned down to kiss my cleavage, the second those words left my mouth I felt him freeze.

"Which part?" He searched my face for an answer

"All of it." In 0.2 seconds flat his lips were on mine in a hungry kiss before he licked my bottom lip for entrance which I happily granted him access to. Our tongues fought for dominance but his ultimately won, as we made out I felt an ache in my core that I needed to get rid of. I bucked my hips up to rub against his hard cock, it didn't last long though as one of Oscar's hands pressed firmly on my low stomach pressing my lower half into the mattress.

"Impatient are we?" A small moan left my lips "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take good care of you" Oscar took the hand that he had pressed against my stomach and moved it to take off his swim trunks before moving that same hand to undo the knots on the strings on the sides of my bathing suit bottoms. Undoing two double knotted knots with one hand was supposed to be hard but Oscar made it seem easy, and hot. Super super hot. Oscar peeled the bottoms off of me and chucked it to God knows where in the room.

Oscar grabbed his cock and fisted it a few times before lining his tip to my entrance before looking in my eyes once again asking for permission

"Oscar, please fuck me. I can't wait anymore" I whimpered. At this point I don't care how pathetic I sounded, I had a hot man in front of me about to fuck me and I needed him.

That was all the confirmation he needed before he slid his cock so deep in my cunt I felt like I could feel him in my throat. He was big and thick, not too big but my god was he thick. My walls stretched in a delicious pain as I adjusted to his size. A quick tap to Oscar's bicep told him all he needed to know before he pulled out and slowly slid back in. He kept going at a slower pace before I spoke up.

"Oscar," I moaned

"Yeah baby, what do you need?" He leaned in to kiss my collarbone

"I need you to fuck me faster" without a second thought Oscar pulled out and slammed into my pussy, easing the aching throb thats been there for a minute.

My walls stretched with each hard and rough thrust of his cock and I enjoyed every minute of it. Oscar had one hand on my hip and used it to guide my hips up to meet his every thrust. Oscar kept fucking me raw and rough for about another 2 minutes before he abruptly pulled out.

A disappointed groan left my lips at the feeling of being empty but that didn't last long because Oscar ended up flipping me around and forcing me on all fours. I turned half my body to face him and I watched he stood on his knees and aligned himself with my entrance again and grabbed my hips and thrusted his cock in me.

A loud moan left my lips as I felt so full of him again. Oscar set a blistering pace as he rocked his hips in and out of my dripping pussy. Oscar slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy before slowly pushing his girthy cock back in making sure he'd bottom out. Even though Oscar was bottomed out he kept pushing himself deeper in me which caused me to reach behind me to attempt to grab ahold of his thighs in hopes to pull him closer to me to make him go impossibly deeper in my cunt.

Oscar finally started his thrusts up again and was fucking me so hard I'm pretty sure the bed was moving. Each thrust sent my body jerking forward and I felt like I was on fire. I could feel a familiar tightness in my tummy as Oscar keeps his merciless pace going.

"Gonna cum for me sweet girl?" Oscar's hand brushed up my back and rested on my shoulder.

"Mmhmm" was all I could muster, Oscar was fucking me so good I couldn't form coherent sentences. I felt Oscar pull out of me before quickly flipping me untilI I was on my back and he thrusted right back into be with so much force.

"I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum. M'gonna ruin you for any other man." I can't focus, I'm so close to cumming and I need this release.

"I don't want any other man" I murmured "Oscar, I'm so close. Choke me"

I didn't have to ask twice and the second his calloused hand gripped the flesh of my throat and gave it a gentle and slight squeeze my walls clenched around his cock and my body shook as my orgasm washed over me. Oscar kept fucking me through my high as he chased his own orgasm. I could tell Oscar was close just by the way his hips stuttered against me. I was going to tell Oscar to pull out and to cum on my stomach but before I could say anything he spoke up

"Can I please fuck your mouth and cum in it? Please I need to cum so bad" Oscar whimpered

"Please" was all I said before I watched him pull out and quickly made his way up to my face before he shoved his cock in my mouth and started to roughly fuck it.

He didn't last that long and after a few thrust he shoved his cock to the back of my throat and used my used his hand he had placed behind head to shove my face closer to his body until my nose was touching his skin as he spilled his cum down my throat.

Oscar pulled out of my mouth and watched me as I swallowed all his cum. He placed a kiss to my lips before having to pull away due to my phone ringing.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID "Oh shit, it's Lando" I pressed the answer icon and placing it on speaker "This better be good, I'm reading" I said into the phone

"I'm gonna be back at the condo in 20 so get ready for dinner and while you're at it wake up Oscar, I called him 4 times but he isn't answering. He's a heavy sleeper." I had to refrain a chuckle from leaving my lips

"Okay, I'm gonna wake him and then take a shower. Bye, I love you too." I hung up before turning back to Oscar

"Yeah, I forgot I threw my phone on the other lawn chair." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck "And no I wasn't watching porn, I was watching videos of you being interviewed at movie premieres. I can't help it, you're just so hot." Oscar mumbled as he leaned in to kiss my lips again.

"We have to get dressed Oscar" I mumbled against his lips as I pulled away "I smell like sex and I want to wash my hair so I gotta go now." I got up from my bed and was about to walk towards my bathroom before I felt a firm slap on my ass causing me to jerk forward with a yelp

"I'm gonna fuck you so good when we get back, I hope you know that"

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[mikkomacko]

Him and I - Boss

Mob Boss Nico x Reader

Chapter 5

Warnings: blood, violence, murder, Nico and reader fight a lot

A/n: Ok this one has a lot going on but I couldn't just skip over reader and Nico recovering from her being taken. The next chapter will be much sweeter, I swear!

Enjoy!

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For the whole trip, every time Nico closed his eyes he could see it perfectly. The mountains in the back, snow capped and beautiful. You love the mountains in the winter, love the snow.

He’d make sure you’re wearing that cute red and white snowsuit you love, the one he’d gotten you for snowmobiling last year. He was gonna take you to get your nails done, help you pick out a cute pearly white color and then sit with you and let them paint a clear coat on his own finger nails and do the whole hand massage and oil thing. And he was gonna act like he hated it, like he was doing you a favor when I reality he loved it. All because it made you smile.

Then he was gonna take up the gondola, let you take selfies with him kissing your cheeks or squishing your cheeks together. Dinner at the resort, fancy and expensive and beautiful, all things you deserve.

When the sun started to set, alpenglow hitting the peaks of the mountain you’d have the perfect view from the private table. And he get down on his knee, just like you asked, and pull out the ring he’d had made specifically for you by the watchmaker he loves, and tell you everything. Tell you how much he loves you, how you steady him and make everything seem so easy, how you quiet his mind and make his heart race, how you took a stupid, rich teenage boy and turned him into a man he is proud to be.

And he’d ask you to marry him. And you’d say yes, obviously. He’d slide the ring on and kiss you, hold your pretty face between his palms until the sun set and he could take you home, kiss you even more. Spread you out on the bed and fuck you until the sun rose again in the morning.

It was going to be perfect.

He thinks of that as he stares at your left hand, ring finger bare and cold in his palm. This time tomorrow and you would’ve had your ring, the third item to solidify not only your place in his life, but in the Devs.

That’s the order him and the others agreed on for partners year ago. The pendant of the Devil, to show that you’re protected by them. The ring engraved with your name and little flames, always worn on the right pinky by members but anywhere on the body for partners. Yours sits around the chain on your neck, clinks against the pendant. It shows that you’re one of them, a member of the family.

And finally the wedding ring, the thing that gives you his last name and his power. It shows his love for you. The most important one of all.

The sudden blimp of the heart monitor scares him, has him jolting to his feet and squeezing your hand as he looks to the screen. Your heart rates keeps spiking, beeping loudly in the room and he manages to catch your right hand as you reach up for your neck.

“You’re ok, you’re ok,” he quickly soothes, preventing you from touching the brace the doctors strapped around your neck.

Your eyes are wide and terrified when they meet his, gaze darting between his eyes in confusion and panic. Your lips part to speak but he shushes you before you do.

“No baby don’t talk, it’s ok.” He squeezes your hands, brings them back down to the hospital bed. “You’re just a little swollen, ok? The brace is to help bring it down.”

He waits for you to calm down, the monitor slowing back to normal before letting go. You inhale shakily through your nose, breath quivering when you exhale.

Smoothing your hair down, he rests his free hand against the side of your head and looks you over. Despite the bandage on your forehead and the puffiness of your eyes, you look so beautiful. If he ignores the brace and the cotton, you don’t even look hurt.

His heart squeezes.

“I’m so sorry y/n,” he whispers, feeling physically itchy with guilt. “I shouldn’t have left you alone, I should’ve listened to you and taken you right home.”

Tears build up in your waterline, taunting him and he starts shaking his head. He really does not want to see you cry.

“Sorry,” you whisper instead, voice raw and hoarse. He’s not sure if you’re even supposed to be talking, the doctors didn’t tell him. “I know better, should’ve stayed with you.”

Chest aching, he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, being mindful of any injuries he may bump. “We’ll talk about it when you’re better, yeah? You can tell me what happened.”

He pulls back to see you stiffly nod, as best you can around the brace. Wiping away the stray tear on your cheek, he huffs out a breath and tries to relax.

It’s impossible.

“I’m gonna get a nurse,” he steps back, turning to find the call button. Your hand latches around his like a vice, body jolting up in the bed and he freezes, finger hovering over the phone symbol.

You look a little confused by your own actions, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, but your eyes tell him everything. They always have.

You’re scared.

A part of him melts knowing that in moments of fear you want him, that you see him as safety and protection. It’s not anything new, but Nico likes the reminder. It means he’s doing something right.

The rest of him just feels angry. He’s so fucking angry that he let this happen, that he let his stubbornness and rejection get you hurt.

“M’right here,” he swears, “was just gonna use the call button.”

Sheepishly, you nod and lay back against the pillows, watchful gaze following him as he presses on the button.

The nurse enters your private room, smiling when she sees that you’re up and coherent. Nico has to let go of your hand so she can check your vitals again but he stays planted right next to your head, watching over you.

She takes your blood pressure, asking you about how you’re feeling and letting you know that you can try to speak normally. There’s no drastic damage to your vocal cords, and use will help make sure you get your voice back.

Nico listens in but takes a second to text Timo and his family that you’re awake and talking. He’s not sure where Luca has taken Marcelo and Lena, but he assumes his brother will find time to stop by and let him know.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

He puts his phone away, immediately tuning back into the conversation. The nurse is shining a light in your eyes, your dark pupil following it but he sees the confusion that clouds them all the same.

“I was at a party,” you reply, clearing your throat and wincing. You take a second to think, blinking when the nurse turns the light off. “I was at a party and-and I was mad at Nico and I didn’t know what anyone was saying…”

Nico thinks of Anna and her friends, confused because he knows she would translate for you and make sure to speak you to in English. Part of the reason he was ok with separating from you was because he trusts her to be watchful.

“I just needed a second of quiet so I went outside…” you continue “and then I remember a lot of blood and feeling really sick. And Nico was there.”

It’s terrible but he relaxes a bit after hearing that. Obviously it’s not great that you don’t remember; that means your head injury was pretty bad, but on the other hand he doesn’t want you remembering that.

It’s bad enough you remember him shooting Lena.

“Ok, good.” The nurse compliments. “That’s a great start. It’s typical that as you recover more memories will come back to you. There’s not really a time table for when but just keep that in mind.”

She goes over a few more things with you, making sure Nico is listening since you might have trouble remembering. He waits for her to leave before pulling out his phone, writing down the reminders in his notes apps even though he knows he won't forget.

He tucks it back in his pocket, looks up to see you watching him with sad eyes. "You look miserable," you say, reaching out towards him. Stepping closer, he lets you take a hold of his arm and pull him into sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Didn't think you'd remember me shooting Lena," he explains "I don't like when you see those things."

Your hand runs up his bicep and around his shoulder, finding the ends of his hair on the nape of his neck. "I'm glad," you say, a tiny smile on your lips. "I hate her."

"Yeah," he agrees, smiling a bit too.

"Did you kill her?"

He shakes his head. "Marcello?"

"No, not sure what Luca did with them yet."

You go quiet, fingers playing with his hair but your eyes get that far away look in them. "I get to do it," you finally murmur, eyes flickering up to his face. He can't stop the look of surprise on his face, eyebrows shooting up.

"If you decide to do something, I get to do it. At least to Marcello."

"No," Nico immediately declines, impressed by your request but not even considering it. "I'm not putting your prints on anything around that."

"You don't get to decide." you argue, eyes narrowing into a threatening look. "I'm the one laying in the hospital bed, I get to decide."

He scoffs back a laugh, feels the scold on the tip of his tongue because he's in charge, not you. Yeah he lets you pull him around a lot, but when it comes to people from his past, in his home country, hurting you? That's his to deal with.

"M'not budging on this y/n," he says instead "and I'm not fighting with you about it. I don't want you near them."

Your mad, he knows that. Can tell by the bratty way you roll your eyes, your hand falling from his hair as you cross your arms over your chest and turn your glare to the window. Even the tick of your jaw, knows your biting at the inside of your cheek.

Luckily the tension between you two is cut after a moment because Timo comes barreling into the room with a bag of goodies and Nico's siblings following behind him.

"Bestie boo," he cheers, and Nico rises from the bed to get out of the way. He doesn't miss the way you light up, all the fight in you dissipating as you too grin at Timo.

He begins to dump out the contents of the bag, a few drinks and snacks that you like, a fuzzy blanket from Nico's room back at the house and some clothes for you. Nico shakes his head, moving over to hug Nina and Luca.

"How's she doing?" Nina asks him quietly, glancing over at you and Timo. Luca leans in, wanting to listen in without letting you overhear.

"She's ok," Nico sighs, "been through worse but she's scared and a little confused still. Doesn't really remember what happened before we got there."

Nina frowns sympathetically. "Did she ask-"

"Yeah, she asked about them." He grumbles, rolling his eyes. "She wants to take care of Marcello but I don't want her near them so we gotta do it before she's released tomorrow."

Luca's eyes widen, an amused smile splitting his face. "Really? I underestimated her little bro. Maybe we should let her-"

"No."

"Come on Nico, its her right-"

"I said no." Both Luca and Nina step back at his tone, not used to hearing him like that. In all fairness, they haven't seen him this protective over something since he was 8 and found a stray cat on his walk home from school.

He clears his throat, rolls out the tension in his shoulders. "We're gonna do it tonight. Nina will stay here with her, make sure she's ok until I get back."

Zeroing in on his sister, he points back towards you. "Under no circumstance do you let her know what we're doing. And no matter how bratty and whiny she gets about it- because she will- do you sign her out early. I mean it Nina, no sisterhood here or whatever, she stays in that bed."

It's obvious she doesn't agree with him, the way she guiltily looks over his shoulder at you but either way she nods. "Understood, Nico."

"I'll tell Maja to come back her up," Luca says, "She won't crack like this one will."

Nico nods, thanking them before motioning over to you. The three siblings move closer, stand around the bed as Timo offers you his list of favorite movies to watch while your stuck in bed. You've laid the blanket out on your lap, the teddy bear from Nico's childhood bedroom squished under your elbow, and an open pint of Gelato in hand. Timo blabbers away, you lick at the spoon in hand, and just nod along.

You look happy. Eyes shining and cheeks smiling, and it's such a relief to Nico. Maybe he should leave Timo here with you, at least then you'll have a distraction you actually like. Unfortunately he needs his second hand man for this one, so you'll just have to deal.

Nina climbs up onto the bottom of the bed, adding her one thoughts on the movie Timo is gushing about and Luca takes over the chair at your bedside.

He smiles, reaches up to push back your hair and press the lightest kiss possible to your hairline. You ignore him, taking another bite of your dessert and laughing at something his sister says. Luca has dug out a spoon from somewhere, and he's reaching around Timo to steal from your pint.

You tilt it towards him, eyes widening when he takes a huge glob out and shoves it in his cheeks, smiling innocently. Nico can tell it'd coffee flavored now, your favorite, and he reaches for the spoon in your hand only for you to snatch it away.

Then your shooting him a cold look over your shoulder, simply tilting your head when he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at you. You turn back towards Timo, ignoring how both Luca and Nina are looking between you two with concern.

He huffs, clicks his jaw and looks at his sister.

Brat, he mouths, shaking his head when you share a bite with Timo this time. What is he going to do with you?

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The nurse comes back a few hours later. Your squished on the bed with Nina, laptop hooked up to the TV and watching a movie about rowing that Timo really liked. Him and Nico have folded the couch down into a bed, and they're sprawled out on it eating chips watching as well. Luca fell asleep about ten minutes in, sock clad feet propped up on your bed and head rolled back on the chair.

You're all so engrossed in the movie you don't notice her at first. At least until the lights are flickering back on and everyone is temporarily blinded.

Shooting up like their asses are on fire, Timo clambers to his feet and pauses the movie. Nico rises, shoving his feet back in his shoes and walking over to you bedside.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just came to see how you're feeling and offer to take that brace for you."

Sighing out in relief. "Oh god yes please," you practically beg, sitting up. Nina slips off the bed and over by Timo, motioning for a bleary eyed Luca to follow. He yawns, smacks his lips before getting up and dragging his feet over.

"We're uh gonna step out." Timo offers, turning towards the door and pushing Nico's siblings out with him. He shakes his head, watches them all leave the room without their shoes.

"It must be nice, having so many friends around." The nurse comments, pulling on latex gloves.

"Yeah," you agree, "I'd be miserable laying here all day without them."

Nico stands over you again, protective and watchful as the nurse steps up to your side and reached towards the brace.

"It's gonna be sore and uncomfortable, but the swelling should be gone for the most part," she informs and you nod. "I am going to bring you an ice pack to keep on it just for comfort and it'll help with bruising."

You take a deep breath, nod again and her fingers latch on the velcro in the back. Squeezing your eyes shut, the sound of the velcro unsticking cuts through the room and you jump just the slightest bit.

His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining and you squeeze hard enough that your nails pinch at his skin. Not that he cares, not when the brace falls loose and away from your neck, and he's coming face to face with the lines of bruising.

It looks awful, all dark blue and purple. You wince, the column of your throat flinching and Nico thinks he might throw up. Fuck, he doesn't even know how you've been talking and laughing so much with that kind of injury.

Finally, you open your eyes and let out a shaky breath. Titling your head up, you let the nurse gently feel over the tender flesh. You squeeze his hand tighter, looking up at the ceiling and blinking back tears.

"You're hurting her," Nico grumbles, and the nurse removes her hands.

"I'm ok," you swear, "really you didn't have to-"

"Yeah you did," Nico cuts in, shooting you a warning look. "Let her at least ice it before you go poking around."

Pursing her lips, the nurse inhales and nods. "I'll be back with ice," she tells you, taking the brace with her. "but you're looking really good so far. It could've been a lot worse."

Neither you nor Nico speak until she's left the room. The door clicks shut and you're taking your hand out of his, instead tucking them under your arms.

"She's just doing her job," you mumble, staring ahead rather than at him. He huffs, annoyance bubbling under his skin and he rakes his hands through his hair.

"Ok you can be mad at me," he grits, "but you don't get to act like this. If you're gonna be a brat go ahead, but not in front of everyone like that. I'm trying to look out for you-"

"I can take care of myself!"

"You obviously can't!" He exclaims, a little harsher than he meant to but it gets the point across because you're actually looking at him right now. "Look at where we are, y/n. You couldn't take care of yourself, fuck even I couldn't take care of you."

Your eyes shift, realization setting in. "Nico..."

"Be mad at me, baby, please do but until we're back home I'm in charge. And I'm not taking any fucking chances."

His chest is heaving when he's done, guilt settling into the place of the anger when he looks at your stupidly soft eyes and the bruises that marr your skin.

You don't say anything for a moment, and he rubs at his forehead where he's got a headache building. "I want to take a shower," you finally say. "Will you sit in there with me?"

He nods. "Yeah of course."

~~~~

Timo, Luca, and Nina have returned to the room when Nico follows you out of the bathroom. Someone has made your bed for you, the fuzzy blanket you love laid out nicely with the teddy bear tucked against the pillows. You've changed into sweats and one of Nico's shirts, already feeling better now that you're clean and back in your own clothes.

You can tell the moment they register the bruises on your neck and the stitches on your forehead. It's like all the air is sucked out of the room, the sharp inhale of Nina rattling you.

Shrinking into yourself, you force a small smile as you climb back onto the bed. You can feel Nico glaring at them over your head, biting back a laugh when it has the same effect on his older siblings as it does his men. He's so good at bossing people around.

"It'll look better when I ice it," you say, combing through your damp hair. Nico runs a hand up your spine, gingerly holds the back of your neck.

"It looks fine now," he responds, "trust me, nothing could ever make you look not beautiful."

You tilt your head back, meeting his gaze and smiling gratefully. He ducks down, kisses between your eyes before taking the brush for you and finishing untangling you hair.

"The only one of us that looks pathetic with bruises is Nico," Timo jokes, sending you a wink. "That's why they take months to go away on him."

"That and he's always pressing on them." You respond, giggling when Nico scoffs behind you.

"I forgot to tell him to grab your bathroom stuff," Nico changes the subject "so I don't have any of your hair products."

"That's ok-"

"I can braid your hair for you!" Nina offers, smiling widely. "I love to braid other people's hair and I never get to. "

You laugh. "Yeah okay!"

Nico moves out the way, handing the hair brush and a tie to his sister. She stands behind you, carefully dragging the brush through your hair again. Nico sits at the foot of the bed, watching his sister with apprehensive eyes.

"Watch out for her stitches Nina."

You roll your eyes. "I know Nico," she scoffs, "I am older than you, ya know?"

He holds his hands up in defense but stays exactly where he is. Thankfully Nina is really careful when she parts and braids your hair, leaving it loose so it'll still dry but also not pull at your stitches. The soothing motion of her fingers and Nico's protective gaze lull you, and by the time she's done your blinking sluggishly at your boyfriend.

"Alright," he grunts, rising from the bed. "I think it's nap time for you baby."

There's something off about him when he helps you slip under the blankets, tucking his teddy bear into your chest and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. He exchanges an odd look with his brother before perching on the edge of the bed, cupping the side of your face in his warm palm.

You yawn, snuggle into his hold. "M'gonna put the TV back on for you, ok?"

Eyes fluttering, you nod.

"I gotta run for a bit but I'll be back before you know it. And you can call me if you need absolutely anything."

The thing about Nico is that he never likes to tell the full story. He's not usually like that with you but with the younger boys, yeah. And you can always tell when he does it because he gets all calm and sweet about it, more than he usually is. He also gets vague.

Which is how you know this run he is taking, obviously with his brother, is to take care of Lena and Marcello. Hurt, you sit up and look at him with knowing eyes, hoping he'll cave and tell you the truth.

Instead he clears his throat, looks down at his feet and then runs his hands over his thighs. "I uh, I put Luca's number in your phone too, just in case." He says, getting up and moving around the room to collect his things.

Crouching down, he hits play on the laptop for you. You look over at Timo, see the guilty pull on his face. Luca looks guilty too but when he meets your gaze, he winks and then sticks his tongue out at his brother.

"Good, get outta here." Nina cuts in, voice far too cheery to be believable. "We need girl time, I'm inviting Maja."

Nico's tucking his wallet back into his jeans pocket when he finally looks at you again, jaw ticking when you simply stare back at him with begging eyes. You want to yell at him, to cry, to tell him that you deserve to have a place in this. That you need this.

Instead you bite your tongue, turn your gaze to the window outside when your eyes sting, and silently wait for them to leave. You hear him sigh, then his footsteps as he heads towards the door. Timo is the only one to call out goodbye.

Feeling betrayed, you ignore them all, even Nina, and close your eyes. You have a headache again.

~~~~

You wake up from the insistent buzzing of your phone, sleep riddled brain assuming it’s Nico. When you read the screen it’s not in fact your boyfriend, but might as well be.

“Hey Holtzy,” you answer, looking around the hospital room. Nina and Maja are nowhere to be seen, but neither are Nico and Timo. Your stomach twists, anger bubbling in your throat.

“Oh god you sound awful,” he moans woefully. “I told Nico he should’ve let me go too. With three of us there you’d have been fine.”

“I am fine,” you insist, forcing a laugh. “It’s really not that bad, Nico is just dramatic.”

“Well yeah he’d probably die without you.”

Your heart warms. The boys used to always tell you how tough he was, how the only thing that kept them from messing up was that terrifying flare in his eyes when he’s pissed. It’s sweet that they point out how loving he is with you.

“You’d all die without me,” you reply, looking up as Nina and Maja enter the room. They carrying bags of food, Nina waving around the packages in greeting.

Forcing a smile, you gently wave back. If her and Maja are still here that means Nico is still gone. And it’s been hours. There’s only one thing a man that protective and angry can be doing for this long.

Wreaking havoc. Havoc you should be a part of. You bite your cheek.

“Oh yeah,” Alex agrees easily. He gets quiet for a moment. “Can I FaceTime you? Just to see that you’re ok?”

You melt. “Yeah of course.”

Pulling the phone back from your ear, you hit the FaceTime button. It rings for a half second and then a grainy picture of Alex pops up.

“Hi mom,” he greets, the picture coming into focus. He’s got that big, cheesy Alex smile on his face and it’s makes you laugh.

“Shut up,” you giggle, then realize the background behind him. “Are you in my room?”

Alex pulls the phone back, holding it up so you can see that he’s actually tucked under the blankets like he’s sleeping there. You catch a flash of the paws of the dog at his feet. At least you know he’s actually taking care of your baby.

“You asked me to house sit.”

“I thought you might sleep in the room I decorated and made for you.”

“I like your bed,” he shrugs, putting the phone back down. “And I miss you. And Nico too I guess but don’t tell him in your bed. Wait- he’s not listening right?”

You laugh again. “No he’s not here right now. I’m with his sisters.”

"He's not with you? That's fucked. I'll go out right now and sit there with you. So will Merc and Luke, they told me."

A part of you wants to say yes. "I'll be ok. You know how Nico is, I probably won't see him again until it's time to go home."

Alex makes a noise of disagreement. “Timo made it seem like you were dying, ya know? Like I thought we were about to be taken out to Switzerland to wage war, he was so angry.”

You shrug, flattered but mostly annoyed. “Yeah, I like that idea."

Alex hums, the line going quiet for a moment. “Well I’m really glad you’re ok,” he murmurs “and I’m sorry it happened to you. I can’t imagine how scary that would be.”

You shrug again. “I mean, worse has happened. Besides, I knew what I was getting into when I got with Nico. It’s just a part of the life.”

“Crappy though, that it always happens to you.” He comments.

“Only twice,” you awkwardly laugh. “Besides, I got Johnny out of it the last time so.”

“So even though it was worse at least you got your Italian buddy.”

You nod, trying not to think about the run in with the Flyers all that time ago. Honestly, you’re lucky that as the girlfriend of a very powerful mob boss, you haven’t been taken and threaten more. You suppose that’s a testament to Nico and how he trains his men.

“Ok I know it’s late there so go to bed, yeah? I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

Alex sighs but nods. “Ok, call me if you get sad or lonely.”

You bite back a laugh, knowing he’s the one that’s lonely and wants to talk but won’t admit it. “Of course,” you agree. “Night Holtzy.”

“Night y/n. Feel better.”

You wave, waiting for him to hang up first. When he does you drop your phone to the bed, expectantly looking over at the girls.

If they can read your gaze, they don’t say anything about it. Instead Maja tilts her head sympathetically. “How are you doing sweets?”

“Fine,” you respond, raising an eyebrow at Nina who is pointedly avoiding your eyes. “Nico still gone?”

Frowning, she looks at you guiltily. Her eyes look so much like Nico’s. “Yeah he’s still out.”

You nod, checking the time, wishing you were home. You already miss Alex. It's torture, sitting and stewing in this bed as you go over and over the words you should've told Nico. You feel helpless, almost as helpless as being tied to a fucking chair. Especially when you go to get up from bed and both Nina and Maja rise too.

They're under orders from Nico. They're your security guards. You almost roll your eyes, veins hot with rage and disbelief.

"I was just gonna go for a walk." You say.

"We'll come with!"

"No, that's ok," you decline, tilting your head, daring Nina to argue. "I have a headache and just need quiet. Besides your eating, I'll only be ten minutes."

She hesitates, shares a look with Maja but eventually they both settle back onto the couch. You think Nico and her might have underestimated how scary you can be when you're enraged.

Without another word, you grab and phone and make your way out of the room. You go slow, not wanting to worry them but truth is you feel fine aside from the head and neck pain.

Waiting until your a few corridors away from your room, you pull out your phone and pull up Luca's contact. You hit call, holding it up to your ear. It rings for awhile but he does pick up.

"Well hello there," he greets smugly. "I had a feeling this was coming."

You smirk, pleased to know you gauged him correctly. "Don't act too chummy, Nico will know it's me." You warn, looking around for Nina or Maja. No one has followed you.

"I need a favor."

You can hear his delighted smile even if you can't see it.

"Hit me with the plan, then."

~~~~

The plan comes through the next morning. Nico has yet to return from his "business" and you know he must be taking it seriously because he's yet to notice that late last night you had his jet fly to Newark and back, this time with your men onboard.

Luca, as the king of Switzerland, used his pull to get you discharged early, hours earlier than Nico had originally planned. You're already up and silently packing your things when the doctor comes in with the discharge forms. The click of the door wakes Nina from her slumber on the couch bed, and she sits up all bleary eyed and confused, looking around the room with confusion.

You don't even bother greeting the doctor, just take the form and sign it, stuffing the recovery papers in your bag.

"What's going on?"

You look over your shoulder at her. "I'm going home early," you say, tucking your phone into your pocket. Nina quickly gets up, stumbling to find her shoes.

"You can't-"

"If you and Nico want to play games with me, that's fine." You cut off harshly, "but I can play them back. Rat me out, call Nico, I don't care, you're not stopping me."

"Y/n..." she sighs sadly, and you're a little disappointed in her lack of fight. Turning around, you cross your arms and glare at her.

"You of all people should get it Nina," you scold "I deserve to fight this fight for myself. I was the one hurt, not Nico or you or Timo. I gave up my whole fucking life, my family for this and no matter how much I train or help out you still think it's ok for Nico to stick me with a babysitter and lie to me?

"I'm just as capable as the rest of you."

Nina looks guilty, her features melting down into one of shame and you'd maybe feel bad if you weren't so upset.

"I- I'm not gonna call Nico," Nina murmurs, "you're right, you deserve to see them at the least so go ahead. Just let me know if you need anything ok?"

"Thank you," you say earnestly. "I'll keep you updated."

She quickly walks over, gently hugs you and strokes through your hair. "Be safe, be smart."

You grin, nodding in agreement before stalking out the room. Luca has arranged for a car to pick up Mercer, Luke, Jack, and Alex from the airport, and that car sits outside the hospital doors when you step out.

The windows are tinted so dark you can't see through them, but Mercer rolls down the passenger seat window to grin at you. You light up at the sight of his gapped smile, laughing as you yank open the doors and climb in.

"Why hello boys," you greet, turning around to smile at the triplets in the back. Alex reaches forward, ruffles your hair.

"Good to see ya boss." Jack greets, kneeing the back of your seat.

"Where are we heading?"

You roll up the window, punch in the address to the house you've been staying at. "Need a quick stop to change and get my things, then we've got ourselves a hot date."

Mercer pulls out onto the road, smirking devilishly as he does so.

~~~~

Luca's funny, you'll give him that. He's left Lena and Marcello and whatever other aiders and abetters locked up in the same house they'd taken you too. The car Nico and Timo have been driving around is parked in the drive, and you and the boys pull up next to it and hop out.

"Everything should be in the trunk," you instruct, knowing Luca left it unlocked. Sure enough when Jack pulls the hatch open, an array of guns, ropes, knives, and weapons are splayed out.

The boys are all eager as they choose their guns, Luke giggling goofily as he stocks up on ammo. You let them all pick first, tying the signature red bandana around the tender skin of your throat. They've all knotted theirs around the meat of their thigh, bright against their black jeans.

You take a pistol and three rounds of ammo, stuffing them into the black cargos you put on earlier. Just in case, you hook a medium sized knife on the waistband too. The sleek and thin tranquilizing gun they never use slips easily into your waistband too.

"Alright, we're going around back. Luca's left a window open that Jack can slip through to let us in the door. I'll lead us down to the basement and you'll follow my lead."

Lined up like soldiers, they all nod in agreement.

"Any instructions from Nico go unheard, you're with me and will follow my orders. If he tries to fight us, I will take care of it."

"Yes boss," they chirp in unison and you can't help but smirk. Nico has trained them well, you'll give him that. Too bad he also trained them to be loyal to you too.

You don't remember much about the house, just that the floors were white when you got there, and red when you left. In a way it's nice that you don't remember, it makes it easier to step inside and silently cross the large room. The chair you'd been tied to is nowhere to be seen, but the large pool of dried, flaking blood still is. You're unsure of how much of it is yours and how much of it is Lena's.

The boys are bit too heavy footed on the staircase down to the basement, so by the time you're stepping through the threshold all eyes are already watching. Both Nico and Timo are armed, the barrel of their guns trained on you. Luca is holding his lazily, looking proud when you meet his gaze, your own pistol in hand.

Nico's eyes are furious. You've never seen them so black, so enraged before and it makes you're blood boil. You're very confident you can out-anger him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He demands, but you ignore him, instead looking around the room. The floor is a dull, cement grey color with drains. There's doors to other hallways or rooms, you assume, most likely holding places for hostages. You don't need to explore them luckily, because the two people of concern are chained on their knees at your boyfriend's feet anyway.

"Let me in or I'm jumping down the stairs," Jack comments behind you, and you catch the way Nico bawks, obviously recognizing the voice. Motioning behind you for them to follow, you take a few steps further in. One-by-one they file in, lining up next to you with their guns in hand.

"Are you-fuck y/n..." Nico's staggering for words, clicking the safety back on his gun and shoving it his waistband behind his back Timo does the same, but Luca just casually waves his at you.

You meet the burning gaze of Nico, take in how splotchy his cheeks have gotten, how his eyebrows scrunch and teeth clench. He's got that mean flare of his nose and curl of his lips, but you don't care.

He angers even more at your lack of response, snarling as he steps forward and you can already sense him reaching out to take ahold of your wrist. You flinch, step back and lifting your pistol towards him. It's on safety, he knows that, you know that. But the motion stops him all the same.

Freezing, he narrows his eyes at you. It's a cruel look, mocking and cold. "You're not gonna shoot me, sweetheart."

You shrug, tucking the gun away on the holster o your thigh. Nico smirks, amused and condescending. The look doesn't last long, not after you draw out the tranquilizing and aim at the thick part of his thigh.

"You must think I'm really fucking stupid, huh?" you spit, so angry you feel like you're vibrating. You don't give him the chance to respond. "A fragile little lapdog of a mob wife, stuck in a locked room with a fucking babysitter. Laying around and waiting for you to fix everything."

The pause in your words gives him a chance to speak. "I left you somewhere safe," he hisses "I left you in the best place to be dotted on and cared for while you get better! I-"

"You lied to me!" You yell, "you looked me in the eye and said you had errands to run, that you'd be back soon. And you knew I didn't believe it, you knew how much it fucking hurt and you still did it!"

He scoffs, shaking his head and you know he's trying to blow you off, trying to take control of everything like he always does. Clicking his tongue he looks behind you at the boys.

"Take her and get out," he barks, letting his gaze linger on all of them. When they don't budge, he gets angrier.

"Now, you little shits! You shouldn't even be here!"

Loyal, none of them move. You tilt your head, smug when he looks at you.

"Aim," you instruct, and as if they were being controlled by puppet strings, all four boys lift their weapons and aim at Nico's feet. Shocked, he looks around bewildered.

"You see, when I told them that their boss had left abandoned me at the hospital for hours to keep me from fighting my own battles, they were pissed. I mean everyone knows how you've been training me, how hard you and Timo have been pushing me so that Philly never happens again, and then you take away something I've earned, well they were upset.

"Rightfully so since they're my men as well."

Nico looks around for help, shooting Timo and Luca a look as if to say "what the fuck is happening?". He must read his brother really well though, because his shoulders tense when he sees Luca's sparkling eyes.

"Luca, you didn't," he sighs, "tell me you're not in on this."

The older Hischier purses his lips, waits a moment before taking a step over to join you. "She had a good plan," he defends "and good reasoning for being here."

Lining up next to the boys, Luca joins them in aiming at Timo's feet.

"I know you don't get it Nico," you comment "I know you think that you were doing the right thing, that you were protecting me. But you never even stopped to consider what this means for me.

"I've spent so many nights dreaming about Philly, I wake up with my hands numb from all the times I've imagined fighting back, proving myself. Because it was humiliating and dehumanizing, and I'll never get the revenge I deserve for what happened."

Your words have stalled him, shaken him if the softening brown of his eyes is anything to go by. If there's anyone that loathes Philly as much as you do, it's Nico.

"Almost as humiliating as having my supposed fiance lie to my face in front of his whole family, force my best friend to turn his back on me, treat me like some broken little girl.

"I'm not broken, I can handle this life, I chose this life. And you don't get to decide when and where I can actually be a part of it."

Knowing you've got him, you tuck away the tranquilizing gun in exchange for your pistol. Clicking the safety off, you step towards Nico. He looks almost ashamed now, like a puppy that's been kicked and scolded too many times.

"Did you stop for a moment and think that maybe I'd get my memories back if I got to come here again? If I got to see them? That maybe I can piece together what happened if I looked them in the eye one last time?"

Embarrassed, he shakes his head and reaches out for your hip. "I don't want you to remember, I don't want you knowing how they hurt you."

Stepping away from him, you scoff. "You don't get to choose that Nico! I deserve to know everything."

With a flick of your hand over your shoulder, the boys all follow closer behind you, their weapons pushing Nico off to the side so you can step around him.

"I also deserve to keep my promise." You murmur, finally taking in the two kneeling before you. They look awful. Marcello, bloodied and bruised, shaking on the cement floor. He doesn't even look up at you.

Lena on the other hand does, not as badly beaten as her cohort, but her lip is split open and there's an old ratty bandage around her thigh, blood stained and brown.

She's crying when she meets your gaze, begging and pathetic, and it makes you laugh. You don't break eye contact as you aim the gun at Marcello.

"I did say I'd be the one putting the bullet between his eyes, didn't I?"

You don't wait for her to answer, finger easily finding the trigger and with a ringing bang, Marcello slumps to the floor. Lena screams, wails harder and harder.

"Y/n, please. I'm sorry, I didn't-"

You lock the gun and put it away, cutting her off with a gentle shush. "I'm not gonna kill you," you tell her. "I'm not even gonna touch you. It's beneath me really.

"Making bad people suffer, however isn't. So I have a plan for you, with the help of my brother-in -law back there that controls all of Switzerland."

Lena sniffles, hiccuping and shaking her head.

"As of now you're no longer a Swiss citizen. You and you're family have been exiled, away from Europe and away from North America. And when I unchain you and I fix up that thigh of yours, you gonna be escorted out without a single belonging. In fact, I think your parents have just been deported.

"Anyway, you're going to hobble out of here and be grateful that I'm such a forgiving person. Because I should kill you, for what you did to me, for what you did to Nico, using him like that. Instead you'll spend the rest of your life poor and pathetic, and when you think of me you'll remember that not only am I sleeping with the Jersey king every night, but the Swiss one takes orders from me as well."

Glaring, you turn to Mercer and nod towards Lena. "Unchain her and take her upstairs, I know a real cozy spot she can wait in while I finish up."

~~~~

You've calmed down by the time you finish cleaning and stitching up Lena's bullet wound. So has Nico, who's standing by the open hatch of the car, head hanging low as he changes out of his stained and dirty shirt.

He looks up when he hears your footsteps, everything in his gaze hurt and sad. You imagine you look the exact same.

You pause in front of him, begin unloading the weapons from your pants. "You left me there overnight," you mumble, placing the guns and ammo back where they belong.

"I was trying to hurry, I promise."

"No you weren't" you laugh humorlessly "because you were mad and hurt, and I was hurt, so you wanted them to hurt even more." He doesn't even deny it.

"I had a nightmare," you admit, voice wobbling. "that I was back here and everytime you got close enough to me, I'd blink and it'd be Marcello instead. It really sucked to wake up and not be able to tell if it was a dream, because you still weren't there."

Nico sniffles and you look up to find him standing over you, eyes glossy and red-rimmed. "I had to do something," he explains, voice cracking. "I was so fucking angry and guilty I thought I was gonna explode. And I didn't want you seeing me like that."

You frown. "I'm not scared of you Nico, ever."

"You might have been, if you saw the way I tore through everyone in there."

"When are you going to understand that I'll always pick you, I'll always be on your side? Even when you pull shit like this?"

His hands find your hips, drawing you the slightest bit closer to him. "When are you going to understand that I love you more than anything in the world? That I get mean and tough because I'd literally fucking die without you, and that's scary. And I don't know how to show you that, so I do it by protecting you."

You reach out for his shoulders, let your fingers feel the smooth skin of him, pink and cold in the winter air. "You can protect me and still let me rule by your side," you tell him. "I didn't want to come here and hurt them, interfere with you. But I needed to see it, for myself."

Nico nods, his wet eyes searching your face. "I'm so sorry, baby. I should've let you fight with me, be a brat whatever. Most of the time it's for my own good anyway."

"Yeah it is," you smile. "and I'm still upset."

He sniffles, blinking rapidly as a tear slips down his cheek. "I'll make it up to you, shoot me with the stupid dart or whatever you want. Lesson learned."

You laugh a bit at that, lean in to brush your nose against his. "I make a pretty good prinzessin, huh?"

Biting his lip, he smirks. "A fucking sexy one too. Not used to my pillow prinzessin walking all over me like that, but it looked good on you."

"It was tiring," you mumble, eyelashes fluttering. "I don't think I'd like to do it all the time."

"No?" He hums, "That's ok, you can just fill in for me whenever you feel like it."

"Ok," you agree, and then your pressing your lips to his for what feels like the first time in years. He's soft and warm, licking teasingly at your bottom lip and then dipping his tongue in when you part your mouth for him.

Nico always kisses you like honey, no fight is ever gonna change that.

[bansurii]

Pen Pals

pair: sukuna x afab!reader

content: smut, stalking, threats, slight violence, dubious consent i think ?, profanity, choking, an impossible angle, sukuna is a serial killer but we never touch fully on that, reader is scared a lot, and idk what more is needed but just be careful proceeding MDNI thank you!

line dividers @cafekitsune

“So, what if your charming pen pal turns out to look like Quasimodo?”

“I have his picture! Besides, it’s not like we’ll ever actually meet. He’s serving life.”

Your friend gaped at you, her eyes widening in disbelief. 

The conversation had begun with your usual letter-writing ritual. What had once been a simple hobby had evolved into an infatuation with a man labeled as one of the world's most dangerous criminals. Despite his reputation, his letters had been nothing but kind, making your heart flutter with each new page. His picture revealed a ruggedly handsome man, his body adorned with tattoos that hinted at a dangerous past.

You had told your friend about him almost a year ago. Predictably, she responded with trepidation, urging you to choose a less notorious correspondent. 

“He’s still a person,” you’d argue. “Even the most hated need love too. And what harm could he do if he never knows where I live, let alone what I look like?”

However, his latest request had unsettled you both. He wanted a picture of you, something to remember you by during lonely times. Your friend was livid when you mentioned it.

“You cannot send him a picture! What if he has friends on the outside? I refuse to become a target because of your bad decisions!”

You laughed it off, continuing to write a diplomatic yet affectionate refusal. Your friend, exasperated, finally sighed in defeat.

“Well, enjoy writing to the serial killer. I’m staying at my boyfriend’s place for a while. If he gets out and comes after you, call the police first, then me.”

You reassured her with a laugh, promising to be cautious. She hugged you tightly before leaving. Neither of you noticed the grey car parked across the street, its presence having become so familiar it was easily ignored.

The following evening, a knock at your door startled you. Expecting your friend, you were puzzled to find no one there. Just a box. 

With a mix of excitement and dread, you approached the door. The box bore a note in handwriting you recognized instantly:

*Such a beautiful home. I thought you would enjoy a little gift from the other side…*

Your anxiety surged. You scanned the empty, unnaturally quiet street before retreating inside. The flickering streetlight across from your home seemed dimmer than usual, casting eerie shadows. A rustle in the bushes sent you scurrying back inside, locking the doors and setting the alarm with trembling hands.

The box sat ominously on your coffee table. Despite your curiosity, fear kept you from opening it. Instead, you holed up in your room, hoping sleep would come despite the dread gnawing at you.

In the dead of night, you jolted awake to the sound of metal scraping against metal. Someone was inside your home. 

Determined not to fall into the typical horror trope of investigating, you stayed put. But then you heard it—footsteps, slow and deliberate, ascending the carpeted stairs.

Panic gripped you. Clutching the bat you kept in your closet, you listened as the intruder approached. The door across the hall creaked open, and you steeled yourself for the worst. But then you recognized the sounds—muffled giggles and a familiar voice.

Relief washed over you. Your friend had returned, and apparently brought her boyfriend. You set the bat down, heart still racing, and fell back into bed, the adrenaline finally giving way to exhaustion.

In the morning, you would face the box and the mysteries it held. For now, you allowed yourself to sink into the comfort of your bed, hoping that sleep would bring a respite from the turmoil of the past few days.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on your bedroom. Despite the terror of the previous night, you felt a strange sense of calm as you padded downstairs. The box still sat on the coffee table, its presence a reminder of the eerie note and the mystery it held.

Taking a deep breath, you sat on the couch and gingerly lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in a bed of luxurious velvet, was an object that took your breath away. It was a stunningly crafted necklace, the centerpiece a large, gleaming sapphire surrounded by intricate filigree work in white gold. The piece was elegant, expensive, and utterly out of place for something sent from a prison.

You lifted it gently, the gem catching the light and casting tiny rainbows across the room. For a moment, the sheer beauty of the necklace overshadowed your fear. How could something so exquisite come from a man behind bars?

Elated but wary, you turned the necklace over in your hands, inspecting every detail. It was flawless, and the craftsmanship was impeccable. This was no ordinary gift. 

Your mind raced. How did he manage to send something so extravagant? More importantly, how did he know your address? You felt a shiver run down your spine as you recalled your friend's words: *“What if he has friends on the outside?”*

The realization hit you hard. He must have outside help. Someone capable of acquiring such a piece and delivering it to your doorstep. Your elation was quickly replaced by a deep sense of unease. 

How long had he known where you lived? You thought back to the grey car that had been parked across the street. Was it connected? Had you been watched?

You set the necklace back in the box, hands trembling. The beauty of the gift now seemed tainted by the sinister implications. Your friend's warnings echoed in your mind: *“I am not going to die because of your bad decisions!”* You couldn’t ignore the danger any longer.

Reaching for your phone, you dialed your friend’s number. She answered on the third ring, her voice groggy with sleep.

“Hey, it’s me. You were right. We need to talk.”

Later that day, your friend arrived, her face a mix of concern and frustration. You showed her the necklace, and she gasped.

“This is... gorgeous. But it’s also terrifying. How did he send this?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice shaking. “And I don’t know how he found my address.”

She paced the room, glancing nervously out the window. “We need to call the police. This is beyond creepy.”

You nodded, knowing she was right. The thrill of your pen pal had turned into something dangerous, something that required more than just caution. As you picked up the phone to dial the authorities, you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you, the sense of being watched. The beautiful necklace now felt like a heavy weight, a symbol of the peril you had unwittingly invited into your life.

As you waited for the police to arrive, you couldn’t help but wonder about the man who had written such kind letters. Was he truly as dangerous as they said, or was there more to the story? Either way, you knew you couldn’t continue the correspondence. The price of your curiosity had become too high, and your safety was worth far more than any thrill or beautiful gift.

A few weeks had passed, and your friend continued to stay with her boyfriend, feeling guilty for leaving you alone but too scared to return. She called you every day, ensuring you were unharmed and feeling as well as could be expected. The police had stationed an officer outside your house during those weeks, but with no further incidents, they eventually recalled the officer. They advised you to call if anything came up, assuring you they would do their best to keep you safe. You had downplayed the threat, omitting any mention of your pen pal. Had they known the full extent, they might have placed you under witness protection.

Unfortunately, the eerie calm was shattered today.

The grey car had returned, and this time, you could make out the driver. He bore a stark resemblance to the picture you had seen of your pen pal, the world’s most dangerous criminal, now sitting outside your home, watching and waiting. But for what? What did he plan to do once you were alone?

You couldn't call out from work again, needing to maintain some semblance of normalcy. Steeling yourself, you put on your best intimidating face and walked to your car, though you felt more like a deer caught in headlights. Ignoring the piercing, watchful eyes of the man was harder than you imagined, but you managed to get into your car and drive away.

You knew it was foolish to drive to work, thinking he might follow you, but if he knew your address, he likely knew where you worked. At least at work, you'd be surrounded by people and security personnel. If he tried anything—which you doubted he would in such a public setting—there would be help nearby.

The day dragged on, dread gnawing at you. Your focus was shattered, and your supervisor almost reprimanded you until they realized how shaken you were. They backed off, giving you space to regain your composure. HR knew something was seriously wrong but couldn’t disclose details to anyone else, offering you a temporary reprieve.

But this day was particularly harrowing, and you barely made it through. As the workday ended, you practically sprinted to your car, seeking the relative safety it offered while there were still people around.

Home was a different story.

You entered, not realizing the door had been unlocked until you were already in the living room. Shock, dread, and fear flooded you as you saw him there, seated on your sofa.

He was casually examining a picture of you with your friend, family, and your old pet. He looked content, as if he belonged there, as if he were truly at home.

Panic surged. You wondered what he could do to you in such close quarters. Thick walls muted sounds from neighboring homes; no one would hear you in time. You felt paralyzed, unsure of what to do if he made a move.

He shifted his position, dropping one leg and crossing the other, all the while holding your gaze. He took in your presence, the real you, not just the image he had studied. You were no longer a picture, but flesh and blood, standing before him.

“Nice to meet you, [Your Name].”

You had never told him your real name, only an alias. Somehow, he had discovered your true identity, just as he had found your address.

“I hope you don’t mind my intrusion. I couldn’t resist, especially after a month of silence from you. I noticed you called the police. I'm quite impressed that you managed to keep my presence in your life a secret.”

You trembled, tears starting to well in your eyes and trickle down your face.

“Ah, don’t cry. I’m not here to harm you. What I have in mind will be much more pleasurable. For both of us.”

His words chilled you to the core. The beauty of the necklace, the allure of his letters, all seemed like a distant dream compared to the present reality. You stood frozen, unable to move or speak, as he smiled at you, his intentions shrouded in menace and mystery.

“I-I…” 

The tears began to slow, your breath evening out as a semblance of calm started to return. He watched you closely, giving you a moment to dry your face and find the words that had eluded you. 

But silence persisted. Your thoughts were in disarray, still grappling with the reality of his sudden presence. He seemed to sense your inner turmoil, knowing you needed time to process the situation. As he approached, his imposing figure loomed over you, each step bringing him closer.

Realizing his intent, you instinctively retreated, but his long strides easily closed the distance. Your back met the cold, unyielding wall, trapping you. You wished you could tear it down, burrow into an indestructible sanctuary, and escape the nightmare your life had become. 

His proximity was overwhelming, a blend of menace and fascination, as you stood frozen, unable to tear your gaze from his. The intensity of the moment hung heavy in the air, a storm of emotions threatening to consume you both.

He continued to close the distance, his presence suffocating yet electrifying. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he drew nearer, until he was mere inches away. He raised his arms, placing his hands on the wall on either side of your head, effectively caging you in. The scent of him, a mix of cologne and something distinctly male, enveloped you.

"Is this what you like?" he asked, his voice a low, tantalizing murmur. His eyes bored into yours, searching for a reaction.

Your breath hitched, the proximity overwhelming your senses. The thrill of fear and an unexpected surge of excitement coursed through you, leaving you dizzy and unable to respond.

"Tell me," he continued, leaning in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Is this what you've been waiting for?"

The intensity of his gaze, the warmth of his breath, and the sheer force of his presence made it hard to think, let alone speak. You were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, your mind a chaotic mix of fear, confusion, and a strange, unwelcome attraction. His dominance was intoxicating, leaving you both terrified and inexplicably drawn to him.

His hands remained on the wall, trapping you, as his eyes continued to hold yours captive. The room seemed to shrink around you, the air thick with unspoken tension. In that moment, you realized you were at his mercy, and the realization sent a shiver down your spine.

The intensity in his gaze didn't waver as he spoke again, his voice a silken whisper. "Why don't you show me around? I'd like to see more of your home."

Your heart pounded as you nodded, feeling compelled to comply. Slowly, he dropped his hands from the wall, giving you a semblance of freedom, though his presence still dominated the space. He gestured for you to lead the way.

With trembling steps, you walked towards the staircase, feeling his eyes on you, a constant reminder of the danger and allure he embodied. The transition from the living room to the upper floor was surreal, the normalcy of your home tainted by his dark presence. Each step up the stairs felt like a journey deeper into an inescapable labyrinth.

You reached the top of the stairs and paused, glancing back at him. His expression was unreadable, but a faint, almost predatory smile played at his lips. You hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door to your bedroom.

"This is my room," you said softly, stepping inside.

He followed, his tall frame filling the doorway before he moved to the center of the room. He looked around, taking in every detail. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt exposed and vulnerable.

"Show me more," he instructed, his voice firm yet oddly gentle.

You led him to the adjoining bathroom, your hands trembling as you opened the door. The bathroom was small but neat, the shower glistening under the overhead light. He inspected it briefly, then turned back to you, his eyes locking onto yours.

"This will do nicely," he said, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of something more.

Your mind raced, the reality of the situation pressing down on you. "What do you want from me?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "For now, just your cooperation. Tonight is just the beginning. After the night's activities, I might need a place to clean up."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. The ambiguity of "activities" left your mind reeling with possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. You found yourself nodding, unable to do anything else.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand lingering on your cheek. "Now, let's make the most of our evening together."

His touch was both reassuring and sinister, a stark reminder of the control he wielded over you. “Take this off…”

You were shocked, appalled even, at such a request from a man you barely knew, despite the intimacy of his letters, the truths he shared, his truth. 

You hesitated, glancing up at him with a mix of trepidation and a spark of rebellion. 

He smirked slightly, as if he had anticipated your resistance. His hand reached out, but you scurried backward, clutching onto what felt like the last vestiges of your dignity. 

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, not from someone who had shown him such genuine kindness, such unguarded affection for the first time in decades.

It dawned on you just how monumental a mistake that kindness had been.

As you stood there, frozen in your shock, he moved swiftly. In an instant, he had closed the distance between you, his strong hands seizing your blouse. The fabric bunched under his grip, the force of his hold sending a jolt through you.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured, his voice a velvet threat. “You and I both know this was inevitable.”

His words hung heavy in the air, mingling with the palpable tension that seemed to throb between you. His touch, firm and unyielding, ignited a tumult of emotions within you—fear, defiance, and a disturbing undercurrent of something you couldn’t quite name.

“You think you can just come into my life and—” your voice faltered, the defiance wavering under the weight of his gaze.

“I don’t think, I know,” he interrupted, his tone commanding and confident. His eyes, dark and intense, bore into yours. “You invited me in with every letter, every secret you shared. This connection we have—it’s real. And now, it’s time to face it.”

Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer, the proximity making your heart race. The air between you crackled with an undeniable energy, a mix of danger and an inexplicable pull that left you both terrified and entranced.

“You’ve got me all wrong,” you whispered, desperation creeping into your voice.

“No,” he replied, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “I’ve got you exactly where I want you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the reality of your situation crashing over you. The walls of your sanctuary seemed to close in, the room shrinking as his presence dominated. You were caught in his web, and the more you struggled, the more entangled you became.

With a final, firm tug, he brought you even closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Let’s see how this night unfolds,” he murmured, a promise and a threat woven into his words.

In that moment, you realized there was no escape. You were his, for better or worse, and the night was just beginning.

His deft hands worked quickly, yet with a surprising gentleness, as he pulled at your blouse. He was careful, mindful of not tearing buttons or threads, his touch respectful in its slow haste to undress you. Each movement seemed deliberate, as if he were savoring the unveiling of your skin, as if he knew the value of each delicate inch.

Once your clothing lay discarded, you stood before him in just your bralette and panties, exposed yet somehow still veiled in mystery. His eyes roamed over you, taking in the sight of a woman—a vision of beauty that left him breathless. He drank in every curve, every line, every delicate feature, his gaze lingering on each detail as if committing them to memory.

He had seen countless women in his lifetime, but none had captivated him quite like you. There was something about you, something ineffable and intoxicating, that drew him in, leaving him hungry for more.

In that moment, as you stood there before him, vulnerable yet unyielding, he realized just how much he craved you. And he knew, with a certainty that bordered on obsession, that he would stop at nothing to possess you completely.

You knew that begging would likely be futile, so you chose silence instead, allowing your gaze to wander anywhere but at him and what he was doing. But he seemed to revel in being watched, his ego swelling as he unveiled each layer of your clothing.

His touch was insistent as his index finger and thumb grasped your chin, forcing your gaze to remain solely on him. You felt a surge of defiance rise within you, but it was quickly quelled by the intensity of his gaze.

With practiced ease, he removed your bra, followed by your panties. The air between you crackled with tension as he exposed you completely, and you couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny.

A low groan escaped him, barely audible but unmistakable. It was a sound of longing, of desire unleashed after years of confinement. You realized then just how long it had been since he had seen a living, breathing woman, and the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

You stood there, naked and exposed, feeling his eyes on you like a physical touch. There was something primal in the way he looked at you, as though he were seeing you for the first time, drinking in every curve and contour of your body.

You tried to maintain some semblance of composure, but it was difficult under his relentless gaze. You felt stripped bare, not just of your clothing but of your defenses, your vulnerabilities laid bare before him.

As he stepped closer, the heat of his body enveloping you, you knew that there was no turning back. The night stretched out before you, a vast unknown filled with equal parts fear and fascination. And as he reached out to pull you closer, you couldn't help but wonder what other surprises lay in store.

Your cheek pressed into the cold, quartz floor of your bathroom, every nerve ending alive with sensation. You could feel the weight of him behind you, his eyes drinking in the sight of your rear pressing against his hips. His blazer, shirt, and pants had been discarded, leaving him in just his boxers. Despite the fabric that still separated your bodies, you felt everything from him—his warmth, his strength, his desire.

He had positioned you in a neat arch, your body stretched taut, every muscle straining against the confines of your own submission. His command was clear: remain still, hold that position until he was ready to take you further.

You obeyed, every fiber of your being thrumming with anticipation and fear. The cold floor beneath you was a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from him, and the sensation only heightened your awareness of every touch, every breath that brushed against your skin.

Time seemed to stand still as you waited, your body poised on the precipice of something unknown. You could hear the steady rhythm of your own heartbeat, a counterpoint to the electric tension that hung heavy in the air.

And then, without warning, his hands were on you, tracing the contours of your body with a touch that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers were skilled, mapping every curve and dip with a precision that left you breathless.

You felt him shift behind you, his body moving with a fluid grace that belied the strength coiled beneath his skin. You were afraid of the movement, wanting to look behind you to see what exactly he was doing. And when you felt the tip of him nearing your heat, you redacted the beautiful arch he helped you to create for him and tried to squirm away.

Before you knew it, he had your hair twisted in his hand, pressing your head painfully further against the floor, his breath fanning over your ear. “Move again… and I will crack your skull over this floor and with this treasure I’ll summon something worse than death for you.”

And then, with a suddenness that stole your breath away, he entered you, filling you completely with a single, powerful thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of pleasure and pain that threatened to consume you. You bit back a gasp, your body trembling with the effort to remain still as he took you further, deeper into the abyss of his desire. He was much too large to enjoy, your stretched muscles struggling to comprehend the intrusion.

And as he moved within you, each thrust driving you closer to the edge of oblivion, you realized that there was no turning back. You were his, body and soul, caught in the grip of a passion that threatened to consume you both. And in that moment, as he claimed you as his own, you surrendered to the darkness that beckoned, knowing that there was no escape from the depths of his desire.

By the time he was finished, you had orgasmed nearly six times. The final was barely an orgasm, he had edged you and slapped your ass. Breathy laughs finding your ears and somehow you felt yourself able to share his laughter. Your cunt clenched against his twitching length, a feeling he relished in.

Just when you thought he was finished, he pushed your legs apart as far as they would go, nearly into a split, pressing himself further into you, impossibly deeper. Your eyes bulged, hips tightened and your cunt contracted against his deep-seated length once more, your cervix contracting and relaxing in slow bouts against his tip. He lifted your hips, allowing him a new arch, fresh angle, and an even deeper reach. 

You wanted to sob, to beg him to stop, but you also wanted to see what he would do in this position. 

He reached one hand in front, taking your neck into his possession and he pulled back just enough to keep you stationary and choke you slightly at the same time, the angle would do the rest. 

And slowly, he pulled back, allowing just the tip to remain before he thrusts intensely inside of you, pressing against the spot he knew would drive you insane. 

And you cursed him, screaming out all sorts of obscenities and lewd things as he continued to abuse the same spot. His girth squeezed in and out of you with much effort, the tightened feel of your cunt in this position was the one thing that kept him grounded, eyes drawn into a focus on your connected bodies. 

He had cum so many times and this position had him dangerously close to blowing his load again, but he held back just enough. He wanted to cum with you again.

Increasing his speed, he pushed and pulled inside your pussy, watching as it sucked him and pushed him out simultaneously. 

“S’kunaaaa… Fuuuccckkk! Pl-please!”

He knew what you were begging for, screaming out his name for. And he was so close to giving it to you. He had to give you what you wanted since you had been so obedient for him all night. He was nearing his end, bringing his free hand down to your clit and rubbing dangerous circles and odd shapes into it, nearly ritualistic in his methods and just he groaned his approval, you squirted. Full-body quakes erupting, your eyes rolling back into your head. Anyone watching the scene would have thought you were having a seizure. 

But Sukuna knew. And you knew.

It was simply nirvana.

[silverthehedgehoganalysis]

A 14 point outline of Silver’s character in the games and Sonic Channel

Rude punk(yes, he is very rude and in Japanese he speaks with punk mannerisms) with a good heart and strong sense of justice. 

Kind-hearted altruist that wants to “protect smiles” and make people happy because he grew up in a world where everyone lived in despair.

Taurus that is direct and blunt, he hides almost nothing and is straightforward in his actions and thinking. His words and actions are also dominated by his feelings and he is so honest that he cannot lie(though he can change the subject).

Pure person with an “honest, unpretentious and kind demeanor”. His genuineness endears people to him and makes them want to support him(this is why Blaze likes him, he’s the opposite of the stuck up lying politicians she has to deal with). He is forthright in every sense of the word.

Determind optimist that believes there’s always hope as long as you don’t give up(quote from JP Forces). He has positive energy that inspires people and gives hope to others during both disasters and personal issues like performance anxiety.

Talented and skilled, almost hyper competent professional(He takes offense to being treated like an amateur) that uses his (thinking) mind to solve problems(He does this in all of his major game roles). He makes steady efforts to improve his abilities and can skillfully do many things from odd job Town Missions around Soleanna to being a “genius” skating coach. He is sharp and perceptive enough to solve mysteries, puzzles and see through Eggman’s plans. His naivete makes him low wisdom but not low intellect.

Pragmatist with a cut straight to the point mentality that doesn’t care about details like plan names(Sonic Forces). He is very focused on his current goals(even during sports, he says he likes the Jade Wisp because it lets him disappear and focus on racing), is ruthless in what he’s willing to do to save the future and takes his mission as seriously as Blaze takes her’s.

When not on missions however, Silver is a fun loving young person that goes on journeys by himself, enjoys sightseeing, has a mischievous side and engages in cheerful activities. He truly loves the world and enjoys making people smile. He will drop his mission to help those in need. He is also a good friend and often shown to like apples.

Abrasive, snide and sarcastic. He is blunt with others and snotty towards opposition.

Proud warrior that fought and struggled for half his life(so since he was a small child). This means that he’s a natural fighter, has aggressive body language and intense expressions(even when playing sports or just doing anything he’s focused on), enjoys fighting, can “call forth great power without mercy”(i.e kill people), has an instant fight response when surprised(Sonic Generations), can endure great pain(undeterred by being kicked in the head in 06 or shred across the street in Generations), recklessly faces danger, values bravery and dislikes cowardice(Sonic Rivals, Team Vector Interview) and is overall rough and tough(he’s not frail because he’s a psychic, he is athletic and has evenly physically brawled Shadow, Sonic and Knuckles. He's just slow for a hedgehog).

Easily angered, aggressive and headstrong(like Blaze), He is competitive and doesn’t take slights lying down.

Juvenile, outgoing and emotionally immature/unfiltered(opposite of Blaze), can be reckless and rash/quick to rush or take things too head on because of the strength of his feelings, so he benefits from having stoic composed partners(Blaze/Espio/Shadow) to pull him back.

Can get riled up. When he’s into something he gives it his all (I’m giving this every thing I’ve got!). When fired up, his unfiltered feelings can sometimes cause him to get a bit carried away in the heat of a moment(Olympic Games victory animations) or be a bit dramatic(Olympic Games loss animations). He is brash and passionate and wild. He can get indignant, be impatient and vicious towards things that get in his way but that all stems from a his sheer love for the world, feels anger and joy loudly.

Can also be quiet and introspective. He is contemplative, sentimental and appreciates little things. He is left breathless and at peace when seeing blue skies, beautiful environments or people living prosperously. He doesn’t say anything when something is on his mind, silently ponders his doubts and concerns, and serenely enjoys wonders of the world(“Isn’t that impressive?”, he says of the legend of Revival Bridge), feels sadness and contemplation quietly

It should also be noted that Silver is an AB blood type character which in Japanese culture denotes being aloof, dual natured and hard to pin down. Hence Silver being difficult to understand for many people.

[hornychristianprincess]

wasted (leehan x fem reader) | preview

genre: college au, smut, fluff, angst, inspired by summer walker's wasted

pairing: fuckboy!leehan x reader

word count: anticipating 30k, will be split into 4 parts

summary: leehan doesn't usually do two-time hookups, and yet he makes an exception when he meets you. two times bleeds into three times bleeds into all the time, until you're in a full blown friends-with-benefits arrangement. surely this won't end with someone getting their heart broken, right?

estimated release date: TBA

preview below the cut

“I have to tell you, Y/N,” he opens his mouth to suddenly say, pulling away from your lips he goes to rid you of your shorts. “I don’t usually do two time hookups. After the first time, I thought I’d never you see again.”

Your chest rises and falls with the weight of several shaky breaths, desire racing through you as Leehan just plays with the little bow on your underwear, looking up at you as he awaits your response. “And is that what you wanted?” you ask. “To never see me again?”

“Not particularly. Still, that’s usually how these things go,” answers Leehan in an almost unfeeling way, something you don’t dwell on as the yanking of your underwear down your legs brings your attention to more important matters. ”But then you show up here, all pretty and badly-behaved, I couldn’t wait to get you alone.”

You’re not even given a chance to laugh at the words he uses to describe you before he lets a single, bony finger slip into your wetness, the stimulation of which has you already mewling, arching your back. He pushes it in and out of you in slow, teasing movements that are made lewd by the sound of your wetness gushing in and out with his finger. When he goes knuckle deep, curling the digit inside of you, you throw your head back, asking for more.

“I wanna make you come, Y/N. I wanna make you come so bad.”

“So do it,” you mumble in response, once again struck by the intensity of him giving you pleasure like this while keeping his eyes locked on your face. Despite your pleading and his own admitted eagerness to please you, he maintains a steadily slow pace of pushing his finger in and out of you.

“I have to let you know something first,” he says, and although you hear him take on a more serious tone, you don’t pay any mind to it, too focused on your building pleasure to analyze another one of his characteristic changes in disposition. “I’m not interested in being your boyfriend. Or anyone’s boyfriend for that matter.”

You slightly perk up at these words, wondering why it’s so important for him to tell you them now after he’s already took your clothes off and began fingering you into bliss. You don’t say anything in reply, only moan, hoping he’ll add another finger as he continues his languid movements.

“And if that’s an issue for you,” he continues, his voice grave and deep. “If you can’t fuck me knowing that, then we should stop now.”

To perhaps emphasize how serious he’s being, Leehan takes his finger out from you in one sudden movement, leaving you empty and unsatisfied. It has its desired effect because you find yourself sitting up, finally taking real consideration of his words.

“But if you still want me,” he says, the two of you face-to-face in a way that lets you see the absence of amusement in his expression for the first time since he started talking. “Then dare I say that I’ll look forward to this becoming a regular thing between us. Should you want that, of course.”

He runs a hand through his hair, perhaps expressing a bit of nervousness as he awaits your response to this sudden proposition you’ve been given. Finding it hard to take any of his musings serious, you reach a hand up to cup his cheek. “I mean, you’re not wrong,” you assert with a tilt of your head. “Why settle down when you can fuck anyone you want?”

Immediately understanding what you’re referencing, Leehan smirks. “You heard that?”

“Yeah,” you confirm with a pitying half-smile, “and it almost made every bit of attraction I had for you dry up.”

Even as Leehan smiles shyly, looking down to avoid your gaze, you still don’t get the feeling that he’s at all regretful about what you overheard him saying. “I mean, was I wrong?” he raises, running his fingers along the skin of your bare leg. “Right now, you’re what I want, and I’m fucking you, aren’t I? Is that not what this is?”

Faced with the reality of Leehan’s advances for the first time, you have a hard time deciding how you feel about the proposition he’s posed. You feel pulled to Leehan in a way you haven’t felt for anyone, ever. And a part of you is disappointed and maybe even a little sad that he’s basically asking you to boil down a dynamic you were curious to watch grow to just detached, casual sex. 

You could say no and remain friends. You’d be able to watch your relationship play out in a platonic manner. But that would be denying yourself of some of the best sex of your adult life, not to mention the pure herione that is feeling sexually desired and wanted by him.

Faced with such a dilemma, you defer to your instincts. And instinctually, you’re inclined to believe that maybe you and Leehan were meant to meet this way. Before now, you don’t think you would have ever went for someone like Leehan with romantic intentions. He’s too wayward, too free-spirited. And yet, your paths were brought together in an unlikely way, and perhaps you should lean into the feeling that caused you to follow him into a stranger’s bedroom just a few weeks ago – the promise of mindblowing sex.

“You’re an enigma, Kim Leehan,” you declare with sincerity. “I don’t want to be your girlfriend either. No offense.”

“None taken,” he replies with breezy indifference, bringing his hand to lay over the one you have on his face. “But don’t say that so easily. You don’t know me well enough yet.”

You roll your eyes at yet another show of cockiness from him. “And are you saying if I did, I would fall for you?”

Even as his expression remains passive, he replies forebodingly, “Isn’t that usually how these things end?”

You’re not sure what to make of that statement, so you decide not to respond. “Like I said, I don’t want to be your girlfriend. I do, however, want you to fuck the shit out of me. You’re capable of that, no?”

Leehan stares at you like he’s only now just capturing you and your essence, and his expression is that of someone in awe. It makes your heart and core flutter at the same time. “I really hope you’re being serious when you say you don’t want to be my girlfriend, Y/N,” he mumbles, and then, he’s leaning in to kiss you

a/n -- send an ask or leave a comment to be added to the taglist for when this fic drops!

[in1-nutshell]

Hello again! I hope you have been healthy and carefree this time.

I've had a buddy bot in mind who has been a good friend to Megatron and Soundwave in the past, she healed Megatron after his fights and took care of Soundwave's Minicons when he couldn't.

And now with Megatron's betrayal and the Autobots hunting down all the Decepticons, she tries to fix all the possible damage that many cons get escaping from GH.O.S.T.

She keeps Soundwave calm when he tries to chase Megatron whenever he sees him.

But above all she is angry.

Angry that Megatron abandoned them. Angry to see all of his friends hurt. Angry that the Autobots are the "heroes" of the story. Angry that by joining the Autobots all the crimes you committed will be forgiven. Angry that even though this war started nothing has changed.

But she must stay calm, for Soundwave, her friends, and because if she gets out of control she would be able to disconnect Primus itself.

Buddy anger rivals many Cons going berserk. Not that many had seen it, only heard of tales of the eruptions.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the medic being friends with Megatron and Soundwave

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFE

Buddy was a new nurse when she met Megatron and Soundwave.

It was the end of her shift and walking back home when she spotted two mechs in an alley.

One of them looked heavily injured while the other was trying to help him.

Curse her bleeding spark.

And after that patchwork, Buddy found herself becoming friends with Megatron and Soundwave.

While she did have a job in a small clinic, she often used her skills to help Megatron and Soundwave heal properly from their matches.

It wasn’t like the clinic was missing her, it was always slow there and her friends needed her more.

Buddy’s profession reached more of the fighters and minibots who came in.

It led to her having more connections and many how owe her their debt, despite her saying it wasn’t necessary.

Buddy walking into the back door of the fighters’ rooms.

A larger mech blocks the entrance.

“Fighters only.”--Mech

“Oh, don’t worry I’m here for the injuries.”--Buddy

The larger mech steps forward menacingly.

“Fighters. Only.”--Mech

“Hey!”--Frenzy

Buddy looks behind the now open door to see Rumble and Frenzy.

“Buddy we were wondering when you’d show.”--Rumble

Frenzy looks at the larger mech.

“Is there a problem here?”--Frenzy

The larger mech grumbles.

“She is no fighter. She is not allowed here.”--Mech

The mech makes the mistake of placing a servo on Buddy.

“What’s happening here?”--Megatron

Buddy smiles seeing Megatron, Soundwave and a few more fighters at the door with their arms folded.

Megatron reaches over to Buddy and pulls her inside slamming the door.

Even with the horrible government and the world seeing like it was falling apart sometimes, things were good.

Things changed however, when the war broke out.

Buddy immediately stood by Megatron and Soundwave when it was time.

She understood that they were fighting for a future for all cybertronians and not for the elite.

It wasn’t a surprise that she ended up being the chief medical officer of the army.

She made sure that every Decepticon that came into her med bay was in the best shape they could be with the supplies they had.

Buddy patching up Rumble and Frenzy in the med bay.

“That should do it. All patched up.”--Buddy

The minibots hopped off the med bay stretching their servos.

“These servos are as good as new! Thanks Buddy!”—Frenzy

The pair leave with Ravage out of the med bay.

Buddy sighs a bit.

“Who’s next!”--Buddy

She opens the door to find a long line of patients.

“… Here we go… Welcome in! Let’s see those dents, shall we?”--Buddy

Buddy was not afraid to stand up for her fellow cons when needed.

A trait that many Decepticons admired while others worried about.

This seems to be the case many times with Megatron when he unleashed his fury on other cons.

Mainly with his Second in Command, Starscream.

Megatron Slamming Starscream into the ground.

Buddy racing to the fallen seeker before turning to Megatron.

“Megatron that’s enough! He’s had enough!”—Buddy

Buddy starts looking at some of the dents on his frame.

Megatron takes a step forward

“Step aside. He must pay for his insolence.”--Megatron

Buddy firmly stands in front of Starscream.

“No Megatron. Starscream has had enough of this. Starscream didn’t even have anything to do with today’s mission!”--Buddy

“WATCH YOUR TONE!”--Megatron

“NO! You can’t punch everything that annoys you or disagrees—"--Buddy

“SILENCE!”--Megatron

SLAM!

Megatron slaps Buddy across the other side of the main room.

Everyone in the room freezes as Buddy’s frame slid down the wall motionless.

Starscream just started at the frame with wide optics as Nova Storm and Skywarp slowly helped him up.

Both seekers were equally as shocked as their commander.

No one dares to move, not fully believing Buddy had just been thrown like a sack of lug nuts.

Megatron’s face morphs from anger to extreme regret as he finally thinks about what he just did.

“Buddy?”--Megatron

Buddy’s frame remained motionless.

Soundwave snaps out of it and races to Buddy’s side.

Buddy remained motionless in his arms.

Starscream straightens his back struts a bit before turning to his com.

“Buddy is down. Prepare a med slab immediately.”--Starscream

Soundwave glances at Megatron before picking up Buddy in his arms and racing to the med bay.

Starscream and the other Seekers glared at their leader before filing out of the room leaving Megatron alone.

Megatron looked down at his servos in disbelief.

After a few minutes, he slowly goes to his com.

“Prime… Its Megatron.”--Megatron

Buddy was in the med bay cleaning her tools when she heard about Megatron defecting.

She had to make sure through other Cons that what she heard was true.

Soon enough when Cons started disappearing, Buddy made sure to empty out the med bay from patients before carrying all the medical supplies she could and ran.

If there was one place those Autobots were going to look, it was going to be the Decepticon clinic.

She was not going to get caught anytime soon.

The medic had been on the run for a while before running into Soundwave and the mini’s.

Buddy staring at Soundwave.

“Soundwave?”--Buddy

Soundwave freezes before turning to see Buddy.

“Bud—”--Soundwave

SLAM!

Buddy tackled Soundwave to the ground in a frame denting hug.

She sniffles a bit holding him tighter.

Soundwave wordlessly hugs back; just glad his friend is okay.

The pair stood by each other since then.

Buddy made sure to keep her audial open for Soundwave and the mini’s rant as they would come back a bit roughed up.

Soon enough she did come across more Cons and still offered medical services if they were in need.

Many cons couldn’t believe that Buddy was still around and did take her offer.

Some would stick around longer than others.

Buddy remembered the day she waited for Soundwave and the minicons at their usual spot.

It had been hours before she got up and began looking for them.

There was no way they would abandon her…

But the possibility of them getting captured by G.H.O.S.T…

That had been the first night in a while that she had spent it alone.

It had also been the first time in a long time that she had screamed into the night.

Screaming for her friends.

Screaming for her team.

Screaming for the cause.

Screaming for the war.

Screaming for Megatron.

[btsmosphere]

Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 9: Thank me Later

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: Our villains get their moment in the sun (well, the fire…)

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 2k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, swearing

a/n: in case anyone missed it, there has been an extra chapter this week, given the short length of chapters 8 & 9 - so, if you missed it, chapter 8 is here💜 I also reblogged a fun ask game, so check it out if you guys want to find out anything from there! remember you're always welcome in my asks whether it's for the game or just to chat about supercharged!🥰 [spoilers below] so, yn is on the team!! let's see what that looks like out in the field (or the roof of a skyscraper haha)👀

The hallway stretched away, nothing but darkness filling its bare walls. Humming in the background, the steady whir of machines from some distant room buried in the building’s depths.

Your running footsteps cut through all that.

Blood rushing through your ears and breathless gasps drowned out the night’s silence, its darkness destroyed by crackles of lightning. There was no time to form a careful glow to light your way; you sent a bolt of blue darting through the long corridor, snaking away and revealing little more than further darkness.

So they weren’t inside yet.

Impatient, you turned your palms to the back and let your powers go. A little tip you had picked up from Jungkook – the lightning launched you into the air, covering ground more quickly.

When you met the ground again, your feet were already racing.

“Do you still see them, Yoongi?”

Namjoon’s voice crackled in your ear.

“Yep, but I think they’re moving. They gave up on the east entrance…”

You couldn’t keep from rolling your eyes at Yoongi’s news. Jungkook had been guarding the east entrance, so that was no surprise.

A pause in the comms did not translate to your pace. You finally reached the end of the hallway and darted to another.

Here, several heavy doors were set into the walls. Large wheel locks hid their secrets from the world. But it wasn’t your concern what was in there. You could imagine plenty, but the task at hand was to keep them exactly where they were.

“Shit, they’re coming this way,” Yoongi cursed over the earpiece.

“The roof?”

“I’m almost there,” Hobi assured. Of course he was. With his powers, he could be anywhere on the site in no time flat.

Why was it that you were left with powers that helped nothing with physical strength or speed?

“Y/N, not that way,” Jin’s voice called you back to attention.

Skidding to a halt, you doubled back to take another turning, one you had missed in your distraction. Casting aside all thoughts of why running was so hard, you simply pushed yourself faster.

Up ahead, a lift shaft.

The call button blinked uselessly beside it. Not pausing for thought, you ignored the light and sent one of your own, much brighter and solid enough to blow the door in.

One foot landing on the fallen wood, you used it like a launchpad, two blazing bolts from your hands sending you rocketing upwards. Once you reached the elevator carriage itself, you caught hold of the outside, swinging yourself towards its entrance onto the top floor.

Here, the sound of your adversaries instantly assaulted your ears.

You didn’t know why they were bothering trying to break in when they were clearly losing. At least going for the roof had been a smart choice on their part, as the upper exits were less secure.

But they had made their presence all too obvious to give it an element of surprise.

Some crashes of impact on the metal roof rang out, heavy footsteps rattling the ceiling above you. Racing down the final, short corridor to an outer stairway, the scuffling grew louder.

Then a groan from Yoongi came from the comms. For a moment, you panicked, before hearing him speak.

“It’s Phoenix alright. Does she have nothing better to do?”

Jimin scoffed in response. “At least we can make it quick.”

Finally slowing, you cracked the side door open. Sure enough, it looked like a corner of the building was on fire. Phoenix was some upstart hero who was, quite obviously, gifted with fire. Hers wasn’t nearly as exciting as Tae’s, though, as it wasn’t purple. Just regular, store-bought orange. She had been quite vexing recently.

A stalemate had continued between Bolt’s heroes and Namjoon’s band. Fruitless battles cropped up around the place, and Phoenix was one of those trying to break through, eagerly jumping into too many of the scuffles. You almost felt bad for her. It was clear that Bolt saw her as equally disposable as you were, just some tool in his way. While she thought she was earning his favour, she was just his pawn.

There were others too, who Bolt had sent for a run with her. Neither her nor her companions had seen you, though, so you slipped out and quickly shut the door behind you, masking any light that would give the opening away.

The rickety stairs clung to the side of the building, luckily only five floors up. The powers at your fingertips admittedly lessened the fear of what would happen should you fall.

Staying pressed to the brick, you started upwards, only a few steps between you and the fight. Fiery heat pressed against you the closer you got, orange light throwing you into shadow.

As soon as you could, you peeked over the top of the roof. The cityscape opened up around you. This lab was nestled alone among a crowd of taller buildings, even the crane beside your scaffolding-clad neighbour towering higher.

On your own rooftop, nothing looked too out of hand. Hobi was successfully beating someone up, that was good.

You only spent a second scanning the scene, but when you turned to continue, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Someone was waiting for you.

For a moment, the breath was caught in your throat, before you caught the teasing glimmer of Yoongi’s eyes.

“Don’t do that!” you huffed, only mildly annoyed as you stormed past him where he was reclining on the railing at the top. It was possible you were the only one who could see him right now.

His laughter followed you into battle as you reached the rooftop and picked up the pace, shooting blue to pierce the red flames. A moment later, movement behind them. You rolled your eyes. Phoenix could be so obvious.

You shot once more, sending her fleeing the opposite way, then another. You stepped boredly out of the path of a lick of fire that came your way.

Focussed, you raised your arms- Only for gold to shoot through the night instead, flashing in the corner of your vision, whizzing close by your head.

Momentarily distracted, you whirled around with anger written on your features, ready to rage at Jungkook.

Your teammate had just arrived, racing to join you. His hair flew all over the place, eyes glittering with steel, messy and exhilarated from the night’s action. Much to your incredulity, he met your eyes with a crooked grin.

It faded to a smirk as he came into earshot.

“Thank me later.”

Before you could respond, he had taken off. A few metres from you, he tackled a body to the ground. They had been coming in your direction.

The gun they had been aiming shot its glowing forcefield uselessly away into the night.

Maybe Jungkook was useful after all.

Turning back to Phoenix, you found her rushing around the towering flames and straight toward you. Fire grew in her wake, blooming in her footprints.

All a very intimidating show.

She leapt, and you easily struck her down, catching her chest with a well-aimed blow.

Much less assured now, you watched her roll on the ground, before rising with difficulty to her knees.

“Go home, Phoenix!” you called, “it’s a school night!”

Hearty laughter sounded from behind you from the guys. Yoongi stepped to your side from his cloak of shadow, and glaring orange bloomed on your side as well, mimicking her own fire.

Just a trick of the light, but Phoenix didn’t need to know that.

She wobbled to her feet, a cowering silhouette, while you two stood firm. Inside the illusion flames, you grinned.

Clearly the sight of the lost battle finally drove some sense into the other woman. For the first time that night, she backed away. Even so, she was slow. If either of you felt so inclined, she could have been dead before another breath.

She needed to learn to retreat.

To give her a final push, Jimin arrived at the right moment. Seeing the defeated figures crawling back to Phoenix’s side, he simply raised a hand. In response, a great groaning filled the air, all heads turning to see the unused crane that stood above you start to swing.

At first, it was slow motion, but the looming hook encroached relentlessly, suspended from thick metal rope which shimmered a menacing path through the night.

Its unstoppable advance at last made the message clear. The ‘heroes’ in its way were forced to dive aside, scrambling back over the edge of the building.

Striding forwards, you watched them leave. You were framed between Yoongi and Jungkook, Hoseok and Jimin joining your group, watching over the night as fire roared behind you.

“Inconsiderate, honestly,” Yoongi grumbled as he shuffled into his seat in the car, making room for you to clamber in last. “Doesn’t she know she’s wasting our valuable time? It’s movie night!”

“Whatever film we pick, it’ll be better than that,” Hoseok joked next.

As much as you might joke, it hadn’t been a bad fight. It was evident in the readiness of your laughter, loosened up after a run like that.

“You’re right guys,” Namjoon interjected from the front, “and we deserve a good night. But don’t treat Phoenix too lightly.”

You sobered up slightly at your leader’s words, but Jimin spoke up with a laugh.

“Why, Joon? You think she’s hiding some greater skill under all this? Maybe she’ll be dangerous one day?”

“No,” Joon admitted, “but it’s what she means. Bolt doesn’t care about this much anymore. He’s bowing out of these battles, he knows it’s small fry. He’ll be planning something else, and he’s sending her to keep us busy in the meantime.”

With that unsettling thought over your heads, the car pulled home, silent as the shadows disguising it.

Inside was soon a different story, though. You had no idea how Namjoon could have his head in so many places at once, clearly strategising and thinking over the Phoenix situation, but inexplicably laughing along with the others as they steadily regained their good mood.

Soon enough, Jin pulled up to the unassuming wall that hid your base.

In the garage on the other side, the lot of you spilled out. Jungkook and Jin were having an animated debate about which film to watch, Jimin chiming in with joke suggestions just to be annoying.

In the end, Phoenix’s fire barely left a singe on your evening.

All she provided was a source of amusement, really. When you did think of her, it was with something dangerously close to smugness. Your power, your team combined, left you so far and above her that it made you feel a little giddy.

That thought in the back of your mind only spurred you on in the training room. The rhythm you had fallen into with the others came easily: practising dodges with Jimin like a dance, laughing with Hobi even as you exerted yourself in the gym – and sharing electricity in the air with Jungkook.

You tried to ignore the way Jungkook would watch you, just at the corners of your vision.

As you practised a drill, if he finished before you (it always turned into an unspoken race), you had to force yourself to face front and complete it with full focus. There was something in the way he would appraise you, arms folded and quiet but practically thrumming with… something.

You would deny your curiosity. What did it mean to you what he was thinking? Whether it was critical, still picking out your faults, or whether it was something more... But how could you possibly hope for admiration from him?

The guy just had an intense stare, that was all. Heaven knows you’d been on the receiving end of his more chilling glares often enough.

It didn’t bother you, of course. There was plenty of praise to be had from the others as you settled into their team.

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19 w matty pleaseee!

Thanks for the request anon!! 19 [when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot]

“You’re awfully calm for someone about to go on stage,” you tease, leaning against the vanity, your dress skimming your thighs.

Matty’s gaze flicks to your legs, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I’ve done this a few times,” he quips, but his eyes linger on you.

You take a step closer, your fingers trailing along the edge of the vanity. “Must be nice,” you say softly, moving to stand between his knees, your hands resting lightly on his thighs. “All that adrenaline, the rush of the crowd…”

His breath hitches slightly, and he looks up at you, a challenge in his eyes. “It is,” he admits, his voice a touch huskier. “You should try it sometime.”

You smile, leaning in just enough for him to catch a hint of your perfume. “I prefer the view from here,” you murmur, your fingers tracing small circles on his legs.

“Bet you do,” he snorts, grabbing your ass.

You lean closer, your lips brushing his ear. “Did I mention,” you whisper, your voice low and sultry, “that I’m not wearing anything under this dress?”

His hands come to rest on your hips and his grip tightens. He swallows hard, his eyes blazing as he meets your gaze.

“You’re filthy,” he speaks, “what are you playing at hm?“

“Don’t know what you mean,” you lie innocently, moving your hands further up his thigh.

“Brat,” he mutters, “you’ve no idea what you’re in for.”

“Show me then.”

Matty's eyes darken further, and in a swift motion, he pushes you down to your knees in front of him. His hands are firm but gentle, guiding you into place. “Let’s see if that mouth of yours is good for something other than just talk,” he says, his accent thicker, voice dripping with command.

Your heart races as you look up at him, your hands moving to his belt, fingers working quickly to undo it. He watches you intently, his breath coming faster as anticipation builds. You free him from his trousers, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Go on,” he urges, “you started this didn’t you?”

You hum, starting off with light kisses against the tip, it’s not enough for him.

“You’re being a bit unfair, love,” his hand tugs at your hair, “fucking suck or you will regret being such a bad girl.”

With gentle strokes, you explored the sensitive skin with your tongue. His reaction is immediate—a sharp intake of breath followed by a low groan that sends a shiver down your spine. 

You lean in, allowing him to slide into your parted lips. The sensation is intoxicating, the taste of him filling your senses as you eagerly accept him into your mouth. His hands guide you, encouraging you to find a rhythm, before you know it your head is bopping up and down his length.

“Such a slut, you know I have to go on in 5, doesn’t stop you from being a needy little girl.”

With your hand already gripping him, you begin pumping up and down as you suck him, eliciting deep groans from him in return.

“Look at me.”

Obeying his command, you lift your gaze to meet his, locking eyes with him. He looks down at you with his cock buried deep inside your mouth, your cheeks flushed, and lips stretched wide around his girth. Driven by the desire to give him more pleasure, you sink your mouth further, keeping your eyes locked on his as his tip hit the back of your throat. 

“You’re mental, sucking me off before I go on stage.”

The sensation makes you gag, your throat burning with the effort, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. But you push through before finally pulling back, a string of saliva trailing from your lips as you gasp for air, and despite the discomfort, the look of satisfaction on his face makes it all worth it.

Your tongue flickers over his tip, one right over his slit, and you feel his hips buck underneath you.

“Matty we’re bloody on now, come on.” There’s banging on the door and he grunts, pushing you away from him and tugging his painfully hard cock into his pants.

“Up with you, come,” he lifts you up and you expect a kiss but he just ignores you.

“Don’t pout, not a good look on you after what you just pulled.” He walks towards the door and you grin, imagining how he will struggle on stage.

“Think about me during consumption.”

Oh and he most definitely will.

[formula-nyoom]

Stars Racing Past-4

Summary: After spending more time being taught the ways of The Force by Max, (Y/N) and Max are assigned to accompany Seb, Kimi, and Senator Piquet to joint negotiations with the Trade Federation. But there's a feeling that something could go wrong.

Warnings: Violence, Fighting, Dismemberment, Major Character Death, Cremation

A/N: Wooo! Finally done with The Phantom Menace portion of this fic! After this, gonna move on to Attack of The Clones-which means there will be a five year time jump in Chapter 5 so I'm opening up requests for this Star Wars AU. So if there's anything you want to see from this AU that may not get covered in the main story, send it to me and I may or may not write it. Anyway, Hope you enjoy!

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Wake Up. Meditate. Force Training. Eat. Sleep.

That’s what (Y/N)’s weeks had consisted of as a constant routine for the past two weeks. And while it felt like a good and even fun experience at first, learning how to use The Force, (Y/N) would give anything to get out of the temple. She had even asked Max if there was a chance to leave the temple. She would even take going to The Senate and watch Max stare lovestruckly at Senator Piquet. But (Y/N) could tell that Max may have gotten reprimanded for their previous excursion and it seemed unlikely her and Max would be able to leave without necessary supervision. 

Now, (Y/N) tried to focus on the current lesson. Already having a grasp on pulling objects towards her with The Force, Max taught her how to repel them with ease. Now he was teaching her how to slow an object down.

 “Again.” Max said. It wasn’t going well. (Y/N) always repelled the object back before it hit her instead of slowing it. (Y/N) let out a frustrated sigh but adjusted her posture as she prepared for the incoming object. Max used the force to lift up one of the soft balls they were using and propelled it towards (Y/N) at a fast speed. (Y/N) threw out her hand in front of her, as if she was going to catch the item. But before the item could get close to her, it flew back in the direction of Max. (Y/N) let out another frustrated groan. Max seemed to do so as well.

 “How long are we going to keep doing this?” (Y/N) asked.

“Until you are able to do it.” Max said, walking over to a console on the training room wall.

 “Are we taking a break?” (Y/N) asked. Max shook his head. 

 “I’m going to try a different approach.” Max pressed some buttons and suddenly, 2 spherical training drones shot out of the floor and hovered around the room. (Y/N) had seen them getting used by some of the jedi knights to practice with their lightsabers. The droids whirled around, getting a sense of their surroundings, before locking in on (Y/N). They then began to fire upon her. (Y/N) let out a small scream and dodged out of the way of an incoming blaster shot. And then another. And another as the drones continued to fire.

“Are you insane?” (Y/N) yelled to Max, who stood to the side, unphased. She dodged another shot from one of the drones.

“This is how I was taught.” He said. “Stop dodging and use The Force to slow down the incoming shots from the drones.”

(Y/N) truly did think that a small part of Max was insane as she barely got out of the way of a drone shot. Fight or Flight instinct was currently taking over as her main focus was on not getting hit instead of using the Force to stop the blaster shots. 

 “C’mon, I know you can do it!” Max told her. Another blaster shot barely missed (Y/N) and her brain finally took that as a reason to try and use The Force instead of trying to dodge fire that wasn’t going to stop.

Standing her ground, she held out her hand and tried to concentrate her efforts on slowing the next shot that would come her way.

 “You'll be fine. Even if you don't slow it, you’ll probably end up repelling it back anyway.” She thought to herself. The drone in front of her fired a shot.

Slow. Slow. Slow.

One second the blaster shot was coming towards her at rapid speed. She blinked and the bright red glow lit up her face as it stopped in front of her. But (Y/N) looked at it, she saw that it was still coming towards, but at an incredibly slow pace.

 “I did it!” (Y/N) exclaimed. She started to cheer and jump up and down in excitement but her eyes landed on Max that didn’t share the same excitement. Someone cleared their throat and (Y/N) turned around to see Seb at the entrance of the training room, his hand outstretched in front of him. He waved his hand and the blaster shot flew backwards, hitting the drone that fired it and causing it to explode. (Y/N) realized that she hadn’t slowed the blaster shot. Seb had. 

“Master Vettel. What can we do for you?” Max asked, adjusting his posture and trying to hide his annoyance at the disruption of his lesson.

 “Well I came to talk to both of you. But first I want to know what I had to just intervene on.” Seb said. “I know you said you weren’t a great teacher Max, but I must question your current teaching methods.”

Max hesitated, before speaking.

 “I was teaching (Y/N) how to use The Force to slow incoming objects. Traditional methods weren’t working so I decided to approach it the way I was taught.” Max said. Seb sighed.

“I know you’re trying to be a good teacher, Max. But you and I both know that the way you were taught is not the appropriate ways of Jedi teachings.” Seb said before looking at (Y/N). “Nor will those ways of teaching work for everyone.”

 “Well we don’t exactly know if it was working or not since you interrupted our training.” Max mumbled. Seb looked back at Max.

“What was that Max?”

 “You wanted to speak to us about something?” Max asked. Seb nodded his head, choosing to ignore what he heard Max mumble.

“Yes, I did.” Seb said, now looking at both Max and (Y/N).

“As the two of you know, The Trade Federation is currently blocking Naboo. Both representatives from Naboo and The Jedi Order have failed separately to try and negotiate with The Trade Federation and if The Trade Federation doesn’t stop their blockade soon, it could be very detrimental to Naboo and its people. The Council has been approached by Senator Piquet to try and attempt joint negotiation efforts with The Trade Federation.” Seb explained.

 “Do you think that would work?” (Y/N) asked.

“Senator Piquet said she was advised that “two is better against one.” While I am a bit skeptical that The Trade Federation would be willing to negotiate again, and with two organizations at once, I can’t help but think that there’s a possibility of it working.” Seb said, giving (Y/N) a knowing smile.

 “Can I ask why you're discussing it with us?” Max asked. “Did Senator Piquet request for me specifically?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at the hopeful tone in Max’s voice. 

 “Actually, The Council thought it would be good to have you and (Y/N) join me and Master Räikkönen on this mission as extra protection for the senator.” Seb said. Max looked at Seb confused but (Y/N) seemed excited at the prospect of being able to leave The Temple.

 “Why does The Council think (Y/N) should come along. She’s only been training for two weeks and I’ve only taught her basic stuff. She hasn’t even been taught how to use The Force in combat. If something bad were to happen, I don’t think she’s prepared for that.” Max said. Seb gave Max a reassuring smile.

“If The Trade Federation were to try anything when both a senator and jedis were together, they would risk losing everything.” Seb said. “It’s a simple mission. The Council thinks that it will give (Y/N) good experience and I can assess how you’ve been teaching her.” 

Seb looked back at (Y/N), who seemed to have a hopeful smile on her face.

“Though I think I already have an idea how the teachings are going.” He said, before turning around to exit the training room. “We leave tomorrow.”

~~~

 “Was your first mission something like this?” (Y/N) asked as she and Max headed towards the temple’s ship hangar.

 “What? An escort mission? No, the first mission I was sent on was a scouting mission on some random planet.” Max said.

 “Was it an interesting mission at least?” Max grimaced.

“No.” Was all he said.

Entering the hangar, there was a fairly big transport ship currently docked that didn’t match any of the models that were also in the hangar. Seb had informed them that they would be using one of the ships issued by the Senate to appear as diplomatic as possible. But as Max looked at the ship closer, he noticed that it did have a gun hatch. But he didn’t look at it long, as his eyes landed on Senator Piquet, who was currently talking with a member of the Naboo guard. (Y/N) saw Max’s face form into a puzzled expression.

“You don’t seem that happy about seeing Senator Piquet again.” She said.

 “I am. It's just….I have a bad feeling about this for some reason.” Max said before looking back at his padawan. “Promise that you’ll stay close to me?”

While Max was happy that he got to act as extra protection for Senator Piquet, he didn’t think it was a good idea for (Y/N) to come along as he felt she wasn’t far enough in her training to go on missions yet. But he didn’t want to risk being taken off this mission by arguing with The Council.

 “I promise.”(Y/N) told him.  

Across the hangar, Seb watched the two's interaction and smiled.

“Verstappen and his padawan seem to be getting along.” Kimi said to Seb. “But I still don’t exactly see your reasoning for suggesting him as her teacher. Especially with how he was trained and promoted.”

 “I know that Max always loves a challenge. And despite his hesitancy on taking a padawan, I knew him and (Y/N) would be a good match. They’re more alike than you think.” Seb said.

 “Well, we will see how well they work together during this mission.” Kimi said. Seb’s smile disappeared. 

“I still don’t think this is a good idea.” Seb said. 

 “Would you rather give the Sith more time for whatever they may be planning?” Kimi asked.

“No, but this whole plan of potentially using a child as bait is ridiculous." Seb said.

 “Well we can’t go back on it now.” Kimi said as both Max and (Y/N), and Senator Piquet and her guards approached the two, ready to board the transport ship.

“I’m grateful the Jedi Council agreed to try joint negotiations.” Senator Piquet said to Seb and Kimi.

 “The Jedi don’t agree with the actions that the Trade Federation has taken. The Council believes that this effort of joint negotiations could put enough pressure on The Trade Federation for them to loosen or even stop their hold on your planet, Senator.” Seb said. 

 “Master Vettel, you did inform me that when you tried to negotiate with The Federation that it didn’t go well. I want your assurance that no harm will come to The Senator.” One of Senator Piquet’s guards said.

 “I assure you that the Federation would not dare try and attempt any harm in the presence of three Jedis. I had requested Max and his padawan, (Y/N) come with us to serve as extra protection for Senator Piquet.” Seb said. Max smiled at Senator Piquet, who only gave him a nod back. Meanwhile the guards were staring at (Y/N) with skepticism.

“We need to depart soon. Everyone, board the ship and get situated.” Kimi said. 

Once everyone was onboard and prepared, the transport ship took off, soon leaving the temple behind, and then the cityscape of Coruscant before making its way out of the planet and towards the stars. (Y/N) couldn’t help but watch as the stars started to bleed together before the ship jumped into hyperspace, starting the journey towards The Federation’s blockade over Naboo. Though traveling through hyperspeed was going to allow them to reach the blockade in a timely manner, there was still a lot of downtime before arrival. That’s how (Y/N) found herself, Max and Senator Piquet sitting in the hull of the ship. Max seemed to be taking his protection duties seriously before they were even needed, as he wanted to be in the same room as The Senator at all times. 

“What's Naboo like?” (Y/N) asked Senator Piquet, curiosity displayed on the young girl’s face. 

“It’s a beautiful planet. Outside the main cityscape there are lush rolling hills and further out they turn into swaps. The oceanside is also a nice place to go to, though we can’t explore most of it because the ocean is home to the gungans.” Senator Piquet said. A small smile formed on her face as she spoke about her home planet with pride. “Naboo has no core so any deep sea creatures that reside in the ocean have actually burrowed through the planet’s center.”

 “I hope to be able to visit your planet at some point. From what you’ve told me, it sounds very lovely.” Max said.

“Where are you from (Y/N)?” Senator Piquet asked the young girl. (Y/N) looked down at her lap.

 “I don't really know, but I was a slave on Tattoonie before Master Vettel and Master Räikkönen picked me up.”(Y/N) told the Senator. Senator Piquet looked at the young girl with shock.

“You were a slave? But there are regulations in place that outlaws slavery.” She said. It was (Y/N)’s turn to look at The Senator in shock.

 “There are actual regulations against slavery? They were never enforced on Tatooine.”

“Unfortunately that’s because Tatooine is on the edge of The Republic system and is ruled by The Hutts, who aren’t a part of The Senate.” Seb informed as he walked into the conversation. “Any regulations passed by The Senate aren’t enforced by The Hutts.”

 “But that’s insane. Even if they are on the Outer Rim, they’re still on the edge of The Republic system. They should follow regulations.” Senator Piquet said.

 “If only it was that simple.” Seb mumbled.

“Well then I’ll just have to bring this issue up with The Senate. Slavery has no place in the galaxy.” Senator Piquet said. That made (Y/N) smile. 

 “I wish you success Senator.” Seb said. “Anyway, I came to inform you all that we will be arriving shortly.”

 “Be honest with me Master Vettel: how do you think we fair at negotiating with The Federation?” Senator Piquet asked. Seb tried his hardest to keep his expression neutral and not let his worry show. 

 “They don’t call Master Vettel “The Negotiator" for no reason.” Max said, and Seb was grateful for the young jedi cutting in. “I’m sure you guys will have a good chance at coming to an agreement.”

 “Senator, I can assure you that we will be able to come to an agreement with The Federation. Like you suggested, our two parties and our demands outweigh whatever The Federation can try and counter.” Seb told her. 

 “I hope you’re right. I don’t want to see my people suffer any longer.” The Senator said.

Their arrival at the blockade was announced over the ship’s intercom and everyone that would be present for the negotiations soon joined the others in the ship’s hull before preparing to disembark. Seb and Kimi would lead the front with Senator Piquet and her guards behind them.

Max and (Y/N) were to stay right behind Senator Piquet while being sandwiched between her guards, though Max made sure to keep (Y/N) in front of him and in his line of sight.. 

They were met by a bipedal droid at the entrance, who welcomed them and led them to the negotiation room. Seb tried to quell his worry at the present sight of no other droids or Federation members around, though Kimi didn’t seem phased at this at all. 

 “Please wait here. The Federation Leaders will be here in a moment to discuss negotiations.” The droid said before leaving the room. Seb was starting to get a sense of de ju ve. This was exactly how his last negotiation attempt with the Federation had started. Though this time, Seb already knew that negotiations weren’t going to take place as soon as the droid left the room. 

 “How long do you think we will have to wait?” Senator Piquet asked. “When I tried to negotiate with The Federation, they met me as soon as I arrived.”

“We won’t be waiting long.” Kimi said as he looked at every possible exit available in the room, his fingers hovering over his lightsaber. (Y/N) seemed to sense something through The Force. The air in the room felt heavy and tense but she tried to hone in on the feeling. It wasn’t a clear feeling, but it felt familiar. She tugged on Max’s sleeve. 

“I think you were right about having a bad feeling.” (Y/N) whispered. 

Suddenly, one of the doors in the room slid open, revealing the same phantom (Y/N), Seb and Kimi encountered on Tatooine. The door everyone had entered started to close, but Seb quickly used The Force to slow it down to almost a stand still.

“Max! (Y/N)! Make sure the Senator makes it back to her ship safely. Kimi and I will handle The Sith.”  Seb commanded. Kimi ignited his lightsaber as The Naboo guards rushed Senator Piquet out of the room. Max made sure she was out safely before he ushered (Y/N) out behind them. He gave one last nod to Seb and Kimi before hurrying out himself. Seb dropped his hold on the door, letting it close behind Max before turning to face The Phantom and igniting his own lightsaber, a yellow hue casting upon his face.

The Phantom looked at the two Jedis that stood before him. Then he held out his lightsaber in front of him and ignited it.

A red blade shot out of both ends of the saber.

Seb’s bad feeling grew. 

On the other side of the door, Max, (Y/N), Senator Piquet and her guards hurried down the hall to try and make it back to the ship. 

“Once you make it to the hangar, start to take off. Me and (Y/N) will use one of their ships to try and give you cover through the blockade so you can get Senator Piquet out of here.” Max said to one of the guards as they ran.

 “We'll aim to try and make it back to Naboo. I'll contact our garrison down on the planet to see if they can meet us half and help with the oncoming fight.” One of the guards said. Sudden marching from behind drew Max’s attention as he saw battle droids with blasters now coming down the hall.

 “Go! We’ll be right behind you!” Max yelled to the guards and Senator Piquet.

“(Y/N) stay behind me.” Max activated his lightsaber and started to deflect the incoming fire sent from the droids. (Y/N) watched as Max sent the shots back at the droids as the fire. Max was trying to thin the herd, but (Y/N) knew he couldn’t deflect all the shots that were coming their way. One blaster shot seemed to head straight towards (Y/N)

On instinct, (Y/N) held out her hand and reached out into The Force. The blaster shot was coming towards her at rapid speed. If only it would slow down.

(Y/N) blinked and saw that the blaster shot that would have hit her had stopped in mid air. A quick glance to Max showed that he was more preoccupied with deflecting blaster fire with his lightsaber. She had actually done it. She had slowed it down. But she didn’t have a second to dwell on that as there was still incoming fire. Slowing the shots down, while effective, took a lot of energy apparently so (Y/N) opted to deflect the shots back at the droids, taking a few more out in the process. (Y/N) and Max had started to back up towards the hangar while continuing to deflect on coming fire.

Once over the hanger door, Max shut the door to stop the oncoming march of droids. By now, Senator Piquet and her guards had made it back to the transport ship and were getting ready to take off. He quickly scanned the hangar, his eyes landing on a two seater fighter jet. Max ran over to it, with (Y/N) following right behind him

“How much do you know about piloting a ship?” Max asked (Y/N) as he helped her into the back seat of the fighter jet.

 “Not much. Maybe the basics” She said, clicking in her seat belt as Max climbed into the pilot seat. 

“Ok. You see the steering in front of you? It’s just like mine. But instead of piloting the ship, you’re piloting the gun. Once we’ve taken off and are closer to the action, you’re gonna hit the button next to the console to lower the gun out and make it so you can shoot things.” Max explained. He booted up the ship and took off at the same time as the Senator’s transport ship. Max made sure to speed ahead to help clear a path for the transport ship. By now, the blockade they were approaching was aware of the flee attempt and had started to send out fighters their way. (Y/N) pressed the button next to her console and a display popped up showing her the targeting system.

“Wait until you have the shot lined up, then fire.” Max said. “Get ready. They’re coming in fast.”

(Y/N) grasped the two pronged steering wheel in front of her and gave it a turn. The targeting system followed her movements and two small green dots appeared on the screen. (Y/N) chose to track one of them, waiting until Max got the fighter in the right position. The small dot inched closer and closer to the circle in the middle of her screen. (Y/N) took a deep breath and once it was in the middle of the circle, she fired. One of the ships in front blew up on direct impact.

 “I got one!” (Y/N) exclaimed.

“Nice one kid! We got a couple more coming this way.” Max said. He jerked the steering to the left to avoid oncoming fire. (Y/N) looked up from her targeting system and saw a lot more fighter ships approaching their direction.

“There’s too many ships! They’re gonna hit the Senator’s ship for sure.” She said,

 “The Senator’s ship has shields. We just have to make sure they don’t get hit enough times for their shields to fail. “ Max said. “Once we get them past the blockade, we should be in the clear.”

 Max took evasive actions to try and avoid oncoming fire and (Y/N) tried to steady herself.

“What about us? Do we have shields up?” She asked.

 “We don’t need to worry about that. I’m one of the best pilots in the galaxy!” Max exclaimed, narrowly avoiding a shot from one of the fighter ships. (Y/N) chose to ignore it and tried to focus back on shooting as many ships down as she could. 

(Y/N) and Max seemed to work in sync as Max perfectly lined up the fighter for (Y/N) to take down every oncoming ship that fired upon them 

 “You’re doing amazing! Senator Piquet’s transport ship is almost past the blockade. If you shoot down a couple more, they should be home free.” Max said. He weaved the fighter through one of the blockade checkpoints as (Y/N) moved the gunner and fired upon a fighter ship that was heading towards the Senator’s Transport ship. (Y/N) shot hit her mark and the fighter ship was blown to pieces. Eventually there was only one fighter left.  

“I can’t manage to get a clear shot on this last one.” (Y/N) told Max.

 “I see it.” Max started to chase the last fighter ship. While Max was able to push the fighter to almost Max speed, the last ship they were pursuing seemed to weave continuously out of (Y/N)’s range.

“This is an evasive one.” Max said. (Y/N) looked down at her targeting system.

 “Can you try to get above it?” She asked. “If our elevation is higher than there’s, I should be able to target them.”

Max followed (Y/N)’s instructions and raised the fighter’s elevation while gaining on their target. (Y/N) watched as the little green dot, indicating their pursuit, blinked closer and closer to the center circle. Lining up the shot, (Y/N) breathed and fired. 

The fighter was no more.

 “Got it!” (Y/N) exclaimed. Max let out a holler in excitement.

“Alright! Now let’s escort Senator Piquet down to Naboo.” Max said, piloting the fighter back towards the Senator’s transport ship.

Meanwhile, Seb and Kimi had engaged in dueling the Phantom. With the dual lightsaber, The Phantom had become a challenging advisory. The two Jedis and Sith had managed to take up as much space as they could, fighting throughout the whole ship. Now, their fight had taken them to the main reactor. 

Seb and Kimi worked in tandem. As soon as one was pushed back by The Phantom, the other was already in his space, trying to attack with their lightsaber. But The Phantom was ever evasive, managing to dodge the Jedis' attacks. 

The room that the main reactor was in had multiple levels. Seb went in for an attack on The Phantom but he landed a kick to his head, sending Seb falling down to one of the lower levels. Seb managed to catch himself on a ledge and pull himself back up. But he was now one level below The Phantom and Kimi, who were still engaged in the duel. 

The Phantom was relentless in his attacks using his dual lightsaber to his advantage to parry every swing Kimi did. Kimi’s body was working overtime trying to evade both The Phantom’s lightsaber and the kicks he tried to land. Eventually Kimi was backed into a main corridor heading to the ship’s main ventilation shaft.

The Phantom went for a swing but suddenly an electric barrier appeared in between them. And behind them, throughout the whole corridor. Seb even managed to get stuck in between two of them, having made his way back to the main level.

‘The reactor is on. Of course it picks the perfect time to do something like this.’ Kimi thought to himself. The Phantom hit the barrier with his lightsaber, but it wouldn’t give. Kimi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to center himself in The Force with the brief moment of peace that he had. The Phantom just stared at him like a caged animal.

 ‘Now!’ Kimi swung his lightsaber just as the barrier between him and The Phantom dropped and the duel resumed. The barriers stopping Seb dropped as well and he ran to catch up. But just as Kimi and the Phantom had made it near the main ventilation shaft, the barriers suddenly appeared again, stopping Seb in his tracks.

‘Curse this design of this bloody ship’ Seb thought as he could do nothing again but stand and watch as Kimi continued to duel The Phantom. Seb knew well enough that Kimi could hold his own. He was one of the best duelists Seb knew. But Seb didn’t like sitting idle while his friend fought a Sith. 

Kimi tried to feint out The Phantom to hopefully get an opening to finally land a hit but The Phantom read his move and parried it with his own attack. Kimi just managed to avoid it.

Kimi went for an overhead strike, but The Phantom quickly headbutted him, stunning The Jedi before driving his lightsaber into Kimi’s stomach. 

 “NOOOOO!” Seb could do nothing as he watched Kimi stumble before his body crumpled to the ground. 

All the noise around Seb seemed to fade out. All he could hear was the sound of his quickening breath as Seb stared at Kimi lying on the floor. The Phantom turned around and shifted his attention to Seb. Seb teared his eyes away from his friend’s body and finally looked at The Phantom. Though to The Phantom it may have looked like Seb was staring at him with hatred, Seb didn’t feel any anger.

As soon as the eclectic barrier dropped, Seb charged towards The Phantom ready to strike. Seb moved with a renewed sense of vigor and motive and The Phantom was finding it hard to quickly deflect each of Seb’s attacks. Seb backed The Phantom up to the edge of the ventilation shaft. The Phantom took one step over the massive chasm and the split second that The Phantom tried to readjust his balance, Seb swung his lightsaber through The Phantom’s torso. The Phantom gasped. Seb stared into those piercing yellow eyes that were filled with shock. Then the Phantom’s body tipped over the edge and into the ventilation shaft, falling into two pieces as gravity pulled it down and out of Seb’s sight. 

Seb ran over and kneeled in front of Kimi, who was breathing rapidly. Seb cradled Kimi’s body as looked down at the wound. Even with the ability to channel The Force, Seb knew there was no way to heal the wound. Kimi knew it as he grasped Seb’s hand and looked him in the eyes.

“I hope…you’re right about her.” Kimi whispered before the light left his eyes and he let out one final breath. 

Seb could do nothing but hold Kimi’s body as tears fell down his face.

~~~

Senator Piquet’s safe arrival to Naboo was met with joyous cheer and relief. After landing the fighter, Max and (Y/N) met Senator Piquet as she disembarked from the transport ship.

“I can’t thank you two enough for helping us get through the blockade.” She told them. Blush rose on Max’s cheeks at The Senator’s compliment and the same goofy grin (Y/N) saw before appeared on his face.

 “Well, Max is a really good pilot.” (Y/N) said, pushing Max a bit forward. Max stumbled a bit but placed his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

 “I can’t take all the credit. Realistically, my padawan is the reason you were able to make it home safely, with all the fighters she shot down.” Max said. (Y/N) couldn’t help but let a small smile spread on her face. 

“Nevertheless, even though we didn’t negotiate, there’s now proof of The Trade Federation trying to attack a governing body of Naboo. The Senate will now have to listen to my concerns for sure.” Senator Piquet said. 

 “Hopefully that means the blockade will end.” (Y/N) said.

“It’s almost certain.” Senator Piquet said with a smile. One of Senator Piquet’s guards approached her, drawing her attention away as (Y/N) and Max looked to the sky and saw another fighter jet approaching. Though it didn’t appear as a threat.

 “That must be Seb and Kimi!” (Y/N) said, waving to the fighter. She was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. She had made it through her first mission as a jedi and was able to fly in a fighter jet! Despite the brief encounter with The Phantom, (Y/N) was happy she made it through unharmed and she couldn’t wait to tell Seb all she had done.

But the excitement for (Y/N) and Max seemed to dissipate when Seb exited the stolen fighter by himself with a somber look on his face.

~~~

The fire may have brought warmth, but all (Y/N) felt was cold as she watched Kimi’s blanket wrapped body get consumed by flames. A couple tears streamed down her face but she couldn’t feel the need to sob. She barely knew Kimi and he hadn’t spoken many words to her, yet he had helped rescue her from Tattoonie and that is a kindness (Y/N) will never forget. 

Along with a majority of the jedi, Senator Piquet and Chancellor Horner were in attendance for the funeral; Piquet as a way to thank Kimi for protection and Horner as a thank you for Kimi’s duty to The Senate. It was a somber night, but the one that seemed to be affected the most was Seb. 

(Y/N) never saw a tear fall down his face, but she could feel the man’s grief. She squeezed Seb’s hand in reassurance, like he had done to her shoulder before. Seb looked at the young girl.

“I know I didn't get much of a chance to know him, but I’m really glad that I got the chance to meet him. You and him saved my life and I’m grateful that I got a chance to meet him.” (Y/N) told Seb. He could only nod. (Y/N) thought back to her first encounter with Kimi back on Tattoonie, but it made her also think about why she was here in the first place. She knew that now wasn’t a good time to ask, but (Y/N) also thought that if she didn’t ask now, she wouldn’t ask this question ever.

“Master Vettel…You keep referring to me as “The Choosen”. I want to know exactly what you mean by that.”  

Kimi’s last words echoed through Seb’s head as he kneeled in front of the girl and looked into her eyes.

 “(Y/N)...there’s a prophecy that a great Jedi will come and bring balance to The Force. It has been centuries since that prophecy was first foretold and a lot of Jedi thought it was a myth. But I felt something in The Force when I first met you and…I believe that you are the one that can bring balance to The Force.”

“How can you be so sure?”

 “Because you are not alone. Max may not think so yet, but he will be a great teacher for you and train you to become a great Jedi. As will I.” Seb told her. 

While Seb’s words were supposed to be reassuring, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel like a weight was placed on her shoulders. But she turned and saw that it was just Max’s hand. 

On the other side of the pyre, Master Webber and Alonse stood in a hushed conversation.

“The Sith has been killed. But I don’t think this is the end of it. Quite the opposite I believe.” Master Webber whispered as he and his fellow Jedi Master stared at the burning body of Master Räikkönen

 “There’s always two. A master and an apprentice.” Master Alonso said.

“But which one was killed? The master or the apprentice?” Master Webber asked.

 “I fear we won’t know that answer until much later.” Master Alonso said.

While The Galaxy was at peace for the moment, it was right to assume that the beginning of darker matters were on the rise. One that could send the whole Galaxy into war.

~~~

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How I DIDN’T Become a Villain Official Update!

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Chap 1 word count: 5,198

one-sentence summary: This one guy has the absolute worst vibe.

Chap 2 word count: 5,243

one-sentence summary: Out of towner has an ongoing life crisis and gets stuck with local flaker.

Chap 3 word count: ????

one-sentence summary: Beloved Crime Lord gets his sights on out of towner, who gets an unexpected nighttime visitor~

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Estimated fic length: 110k words

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No like listening to Charles say "He definitely deserves everything that is happening to him at the moment" makes me so happy n emotional😭because it’s so true and not enough people admit it😭

Charles just saying that is great because there’s always so much negativity surrounding Max but he’s just like there defending how much Max deserves everything he’s getting😭Max is always supportive and always defending drivers to the media when they try to fish for shit and not a lot of them give the same defense or support back so seeing Charles doing it really makes me happy🥺🥰

[alonsoings]

williams do not piss me off

[mer-se]

This special day last fall 🖤

[hearditinapastlife2019]

stats from my last run on OCTOBER 11? can’t wait to see how i do after my 6 month winter break

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at what ppoint should i see a doctor for irregular heartbeats

[skhardwarevers1]

I love running so much. Like it’s not complicated you don’t need to be good at it you don’t need to go out and buy xyz beforehand. You don’t even need fancy running shoes really if you’re just running on your own. All it is is just “can I run? Do I want to run?” And if the answers are yes then you can just go out and run! You don’t have to be the fastest person in the world. There’s no standard. You don’t have to run a sub 25 5k or anything you just go out and put one foot in front of the other and enjoy it. Running is literally the best more people should do it