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Episode 41 Part 6

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Summary: Anakin has an on-again-off-again, friends-with-benefits type fling with the reader, who won’t commit to him because he’s in the order. She becomes resentful of that fact and eventually starts to make him jealous. anakin loses it

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CW: Smut, oral sex (male receiving), cheating but not really, Anakin and reader both being toxic, cursing, drinking, not that proofread

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to finish! I wanted it to be exactly how I pictured the song. I've also had COVID and just returned to college (taking 6 classes is insane). So, wish me luck! Lemme know if you want to be added to any taglists. As always, criticism is welcome and so is my ask box <3

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Frustrated wasn’t the right word for what Anakin was feeling. Exasperated, maybe. Pissed? Oh abso-fucking-lutely.

The relationship Anakin had with you was… complicated to say the least. Far more than he wanted to admit- and far more than he ever liked. You swore up and down that you wanted him one day, and wouldn’t even look his direction the next. You’d get on your knees, begging for him, needing him to fuck you relentlessly; But tomorrow? Tomorrow you didn’t know his name. It suddenly became foreign to your tongue, perhaps just to spite him. That part he wasn’t entirely sure of. How could someone like you treat him like that? Lead him on just to break him the next day?

He just didn’t fucking get you. You were smart, funny, incredibly sexy, and an overall good person (when you weren’t pretending he didn’t exist). You claimed the hearts of many when you walked into a room, and the people you surrounded yourself with stay enamored, never straying too far away from your spell.

Things were far more uncomplicated at the beginning of your complicated relationship (if you could even call it that). Anakin never felt this anxiety- this fear. He wouldn’t ball his fists as he watched you flirt with another man. He wouldn’t hold his breath every time he saw you. He wouldn’t feel himself tense up after he’d cum, knowing where you would go. Of course, the more he got in trouble, the more he needed you. And that’s how he landed into the worst problem of them all.

You represented the Jedi as a lawyer, and Anakin found himself in your office from time to time. Platonically, of course. A few republic and Jedi issues on different missions brought him to you quite a few times. Whether it was for simple legal advice or he actually needed help, you were the first person he went to.

At first, he didn’t notice you much. You rarely made eye contact and stayed professional, asking a few questions occasionally as he shared parts of his missions that the council was concerned about possibly welcoming issues. The line of legality during a war can be very, very thin.

“Skywalker,” He snapped his head up, meeting your face as a grin broke out on your lips.

“I-I’m here.” He shifted up in his seat, glancing around the room for a moment before realizing he totally spaced out.

“You’re not yourself today,” You stand up from behind your desk, gracefully walking over and sitting in the seat next to him, holding his arm gently as you cocked your head and smiled.

“Wanna talk about it?”

The interaction was simple- effective. He was done for- instantly gone. He felt as if you flipped a switch in your personality just with your gaze in that very moment. You went from a peer to the most incredible thing he was blessed to lay eyes on. You were suddenly magnetic, and Anakin couldn’t fucking resist.

He opened up to you, feeling much better about it afterwards, and you told him he could come back and see you anytime he’d like- as a friend. And of course, Anakin could never resist your temptation. He came after every mission, looking forward to sitting in your office and just looking in your eyes as you intently listen. Feeling your eyes flicker down to his lips and back to his pupils. Watching as your hand snakes up and fixes the collar of your shirt, bringing his attention to your cleavage. He watched as you bit your lip intensely, breaking through your painted shiny lips into a little bit of blood.

And you knew you had him wrapped around your fucking finger.

Eventually, he asked for your contact information, “As friends,” he would say, knowing damn well it was never and would never be platonic. You talked a lot, exchanging various texts and phone calls, leading him on for weeks. He spent every waking moment thinking about you. The second you invited him out away from the Temple, another switch was flipped. Anakin’s fucking common sense.

The moment he took you home from the bar, your lips were on his feverishly, pulling him into your touch, grinding your hips against his groin. Again, he couldn’t resist. You were all he could fucking think about and here you were, practically begging for him with your tongue down his throat. He fucked you that night- the beginning of something beautiful, and fucking dangerous.

This, of course, went on for months. Those late nights, some drinks, his cock buried deep inside of you as you screamed out his name so loud you hardly had a voice the next day. You know it was wrong- he was bound by the code and you weren’t- you were taking advantage of that, advantage of him. But it felt so fucking good. And neither of you wanted to stop

Of course, neither of you expected to fall in love.

You felt something in the way he was gentle with you, the way he would brush your hair behind your cheek. The way he’d kiss your forehead while making love fucking, telling you how good you feel, how much he loved fucking you. And there was that word again. You began opening up to him, actually wanting to have a friendship aside from the casual fucking. The fucking needed the ‘casual’ part. For a while, it was straight fucking. But you still rejected him, seeing similar feelings bubble up in his eyes.

But Anakin knew he was in love a lot longer before you did. He knew it was wrong, but it only made him want you more. He knew it was bad, and he couldn’t help but be more enticed by the idea of it. The idea of you. He wanted to wake up next to you every morning, pulling you into his arms as he looked into your big doe eyes and kisses your soft lips. He wanted to come home to you, wanted to see your face light up as he swings open the front door. He wanted you to be his and only his. But he just couldn’t resist fucking you, either.

And yet you left him lonely and confused every time.

There were 3 instances he could remember where he knew you were driving him crazy- in all of the right ways. Whether it was your perfect tight pussy, those gorgeous round tits or the way you looked into his eyes, biting your lip and batting your eyelashes. You always got what you wanted from him- you were taking full advantage of the Jedi and he didn’t care.

He remembers a particularly awful mission, the separatists unexpectedly advanced on him and his battalion before they had the chance to escape. There were multiple casualties and the information ended up being lost, as well as all leads they had. It was a dead end- and Anakin was sick of dead ends.

He texted you a few times, feeling particularly annoyed by the ‘delivered’ that flashed on his phone as you never responded. He tried calling, only for it to go straight to voicemail. You were ignoring him? And for what?

He threw his phone down on his bed, leaning against his headboard and putting his face in his palms as he groaned loudly in annoyance from your rejection. He made you cum 8 times last night and you couldn’t text or call him back?

He bit his lip in frustration, thinking back onto the fond memories with you from the night before. He just needed some reassurance, after all, you two were friends, right..? He didn’t like his hesitation when he thought that. Were you really friends? Or was all of that confiding just to get into his pants knowing damn well it was against every moral he was supposed to have as a Jedi.

He abruptly stands up, realizing that maybe a night to himself would probably be better anyways. He needs a fucking drink- and he knows exactly where to go.

To say that he wasn’t going to Mazzy’s because that was where you two went for the first time and he liked the memory would be a lie. To say he wasn’t going to Mazzy’s in case he would run into you? Well, that was an even bigger fucking lie. And did he run into you…

He recalls sitting at the end of the bar, ordering a scotch from the pretty bartender and watching as she bent over to grab the bottle, showing off her tits as she gave him a wink. He nodded in response, giving a tight lipped smile while paying no mind to her advances. He grabs the scotch slightly aggressively off the bar, taking a large swig as he turns his attention away from the bartender to do a little people watching.

He skims the crowd, noticing quite a few familiar faces. For Coruscant, that was surprising. But this bar definitely had it’s regulars. He turns his attention back to the bar, watching the way the light bounced off of the multicolored glasses on the shelves as he traced his finger against the rim of his glass. And there it was. That fucking laugh.

He whipped his head so fucking fast to the location of the sound that the bartender could have sworn it almost fell off. And there you were… in all of your glory… cheating on him?

He recognized the dress, the long slit up your thigh leaving quite little to the imagination. You were practically sitting on this mans lap, laughing at his jokes and tracing his collarbone with your painted fingertip. He noticed the stain on the mans cheek, none other than your signature color. And it was extremely hard to look away from the dark spots littering your neck- the same place he left his hickeys before. He knew you had lovers before- but not like this.

His hand was clenched around his glass, his knuckles turning white as the glass threatened to break under his grip. He didn’t realize at what point he stood up and started walking over, but it had to be right after you began to aggressively make out with the stranger. He had seen enough.

“What the fuck is this?” He seethes, you pull away, slightly shocked but a smirk still trained on your painted lips.

“Ani- what are you doing here! Such a sight for poor eyes!” You cheer, throwing your arm with your cosmopolitan around the man’s neck you were with.

The mans eyes darkened and so did yours. You were clearly wasted, and Anakin felt his heart pound in his chest. You were in no position to consent to anything, much less be taken home by this man. He didn’t trust the scene that was being laid out in front of him.

He quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you off the man and spilling your drink on his chest. You yelped in surprise at his actions, but your cry quickly turned into giggles as you were amused by how irritated Anakin was. He was infuriated with you. You were being such a brat.

He opens the door to the bar and pulls you around the corner and down the alley.

“So aggressive.” You mumble and he huffs.

“What the fuck was that? What about us? How long have you been fucking around on me?”His hands pin you down against the rough bricks, his words loud and angry.

His brow twitches slightly as he waits for your response. Your mouth tugs into a smirk as you trace his collarbone through his shirt and let out a gentle laugh.

“I never said we were exclusive, Anakin.”

And there it was.

“I- oh,” His face drops at the sight of your smirk, along with his heart. “I understand,”

“Don’t worry, Ani,” You bite your lip and bring your hand to his cheek while he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, “You mean more to me than any lousy fuck I have.”

His eyes shot open to meet yours as your smile grew. He was so fucking enamored with you that he didn’t mind the manipulation your words were laced with.

You leaned further into him and kissed his cheek, letting your hands roam on his body. He groaned slightly as your hands cupped him right where he needed you. You let your lips trail down his neck, hearing a couple soft groans leaving his lips. You pulled away lowered your voice to a whisper, he shivered as he felt your hot breath on his ear.

“It was nice to see you, Ani,” You pulled away and stumbled around the corner and back into the bar.

Anakin was speechless. He was sure his jaw dropped through the ground beneath him. He didn’t know what to do- or how to even move. And as much as it pained him to leave- his drink unfinished and his tab not paid- he fucking bolted back to the temple. There was no way he was walking back in there to see you again.

Weeks later, he did his best to put you out of his mind. He knew if he started letting his mind wander, it’d go right to you and your hold on him. His feelings- his cock. But then it’d wander back to seeing you kiss another man- another man’s marks littering your neck. He couldn’t bear the thought of either. Not right now.

It was hard to do anything around the temple- he’d search every corner for you. He thanked the maker the days he would get assigned missions and get out of there. Of course, since that night, they fell very few and far between.

And of course, Anakin always did catch glimpses of you in the Temple. He’d see you in your perfect little pantsuits with your clipboard talking to some other Jedi. If he was lucky, you’d have those slutty little glasses on. His pants would instantly tighten. It had been weeks since you slept together, and he couldn’t bare the idea of his hand, knowing exactly where his thoughts would wander. Every time you caught him staring- he was gone in an instant.

The second instance happened after another rough mission- but still a success nonetheless. After arriving back to the Temple, spending some time at the med bay, briefing the council, and filling out far too much paperwork, his communicator went off at his desk.

“Skywalker, speaking,” He grunted, flipping a few pages around as he scanned over his words in his mission report.

“Oh you sound particularly delightful today, Anakin,” He rolled his eyes at the sound of his old master, the sarcasm dripping off of his voice.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Obi-Wan?” He smirked to himself, setting his pen down and leaning back in his chair.

“I’m afraid the Council has requested us to speak with Miss L/N about this mission,” Anakin instantly froze, his smile dropping, “I’m not exactly sure about the reasoning- but apparently she personally requested us. She had an interest in some parts of this mission,”

“Of fucking course,” Anakin grumbled, picking his pen up with the force and twirling it in the air as his scowl deepened.

“What was that?” Anakin froze, realizing who he was talking to.

“Nothing, Master. Will be there soon,” He quickly ended the call, leaning back in his chair and groaning as he thought about the mission. His pants had instantly tightened upon hearing your last name, and there was no time to wait for that to disappear.

He sulked and walked as slowly as he could on his way to your office, turning the familiar corners with a bad taste in his mouth. He heard your laugh from down the hall and felt his shoulders and cock stiffen.

He pushed open the door with the force, being met with you and Obi-Wan as you sat and discussed something, both of your faces beat red from laughing.

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan manages to breathe out, “Nice of you to show up,”

Anakin ignores his remark, sitting down on the sofa next to him and darkening his gaze towards you as his eyes trail down your body. The pantsuit you had on today was a deep red and tighter fitting than you normally wore. The shirt you had on underneath was skin tight, showing off your cleavage and the texture of the bra underneath. Anakin swore if he had looked longer he could see the lace of your bra peaking out, your nipples hardening underneath it.

He took a deep breath and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling the tightness in his pants really start to get him as his eyes trailed back up to the smirk that painted your lips.

“So, why are we here?” He sneered as you raised a brow, your smile growing from his annoyance. Obi-Wan nudged his leg slightly, throwing him a glare. His expression didn’t waver.

“Sassy today, I see,” You giggled to yourself, watching his eyes grow darker, the bulge in his pants growing as well, “Just came to hear a few things about the mission-“

“Like what?” He interrupted, leaning back into his seat and huffing to himself in annoyance.

“Well, Skywalker, maybe if you let me finish I could tell you.” His gaze never faltered, so you let your smile drop. You sat up straighter and became suddenly much more professional.

“Just need to know the details, Anakin. Obi Wan already told me most of it-“

“Then why am I needed?” He crossed his arms and Obi-Wan turned to look at him.

“Well, Anakin, maybe if you let our friend explain, we could talk-“ Anakin scoffs loudly at Obi-Wan, and you feel the heat rise within you.

“Okay, fine. Fucking talk. Ask. Whatever.” He furrows his brows as he watches you cross your legs and cough slightly, your tits bouncing purely for his pleasure.

“As I was saying, just needed to make sure we don’t need to worry about any legal repercussions with Hynestia Prime. You have a tendency of getting in trouble in that area, Skywalker. You can’t blame me for wanting to check- especially with a monarchy as prominent as their’s.” You clicked your pen, bringing it to your lips and gently biting it as you waited for a response from Anakin.

“I’m sure Obi-Wan mentioned it was a fairly standard in and out mission-“

“No interruptions? No casualties?” You interrupted, leaning forward slightly and meeting his fairly irritated gaze.

“If you’d let me finish-“

“Skywalker, you interrupted first.” You leaned back in your chair, unclicking your pen and writing something down, avoiding his eyes, “Besides, it’s been a while since you’ve paid me a visit, anyways.”

Obi-Wan raises a brow and Anakin coughs awkwardly as you smirk at his reaction. He glared at you before clearing his throat once again.

“Hasn’t- uh- Hasn’t been necessary. Been on my best behavior.” He stuttered out, avoiding Obi-Wan’s eyes.

“Uh huh,” You smile to yourself, clicking your pen and standing up, bending over to grab something off the floor, “Well, I’ll have paperwork sent to your quarters. I hope your writing matches your words, Skywalker.”

You walk over to Obi-Wan, shaking his hand and telling him how nice it was to see him. You avoided Anakin’s gaze, but you could feel it burning on your skin as he never wavered from his position next to Kenobi.

“It’s been lovely, Y/N. Anakin, I’ll catch up with you later,” Anakin nods in response, not meeting his eyes as he keeps them fixed upon you. The second the door is latched shut, he’s immediately in your face.

“What the fuck is your problem today? Saying that in front Obi-Wan? Risking my position as a Jedi?” You smiled under him, squeezing your thighs shut as he yelled in your face, “I mean- you are fucking unbelievable! Fucking ridiculous.” He turns away from you and begins pacing your office, rubbing his temple in annoyance.

You keep your mouth shut, your smile growing wider and the wetness growing in your panties as you watch the vein in his neck pop from anger. You walk up to him and push him on the sofa, getting on your knees in the process.

“What the fuck are you doing.” He seethes, watching you unbutton his pants.

“You’re so pent up darling,” You lick your lips as you palm him through his robes lightly, “When was the last time you gave yourself any satisfaction?”

“Y/N, please don’t-“ He’s cut off by his own groans at the feeling of you pulling out his dripping cock.

“Don’t what, baby?” You look up at him with your big doe eyes, batting your eyelashes as he groans one more time, pre cum practically pouring out of him and on your hand. “You don’t want me to take care of you?” You lift your hand up and lick the pre cum off slowly, never breaking eye contact as his breath hitches.

“I- Fuck- Ah- I don’t remember what I was saying,” You smirk at his words, gently jerking him off as you watch his eyes practically roll.

“That’s what I thought.”

You shove his cock down your throat brutally, instantly letting it hit the back. Anakin jumps slightly, letting out a loud moan at the feeling of you deepthroating him so quickly. You bob up and down, the tears flowing freely as you squeeze him in between your fingers. You could practically cum yourself with the noises he’s making.

“Y/N- Y/N- oh my fucking-“ He cuts himself off with another loud moan, feeling you milk his cock dry with your mouth. He didn’t even have to fuck your throat. You were doing it for him.

You kept going, feeling his cock spaz in your throat. He was close- very close. His moans grew louder, more raspy and whiny as you throat fucked him.

“Y/N- I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum- Ah-“ And with that, you shoved his cock all the way down your throat, licking the bottom of his shaft and giving his balls a gentle squeeze.

He loudly moans as his cock spazzes in your mouth, painting your throat white with his cum. You keep sucking and licking through his orgasm, feeling him squirm under your touch. There was more cum in your mouth than you have ever felt in your life.

You sit back, letting his cock flop back onto his lap. You open your mouth, letting the cum drip out and onto your tits as he watched with his mouth slightly agape, moaning at the sight.

“Y/N…” He whispers, watching you swallow his seed as he cups your face in his hand.

You stand up and grab a tissue for him, letting him clean up while you press a few kisses to his temple. He looks up at you and kisses you passionately, pulling away and smiling at you.

Interrupting your moment, the phone rings. You smirk at him one more time before getting back onto your feet, letting out a gentle groan as you make your way to your desk. Anakin’s eyes never leave your figure, watching your every move as his cock prepares for round two.

“Hey baby,” You answer the phone and Anakin instantly tenses, “No, I’m at work. Just been busy.” You turn to face Anakin and he’s already gone.

As much as you hate to say it, your heart ached a little at his absence.

The third and final instance Anakin would have never expected in a thousand years. But there you were.

He woke abruptly, not by a nightmare (at least yet), but to the sound of harsh knocks on his door.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes for a moment, the knocks unrelentless. Throwing the covers to the side, he stood up and put a robe and pants on, growing increasingly annoyed with whatever visitor thought it to be best to wake him up like this.

He aggressively throws open the door and his heart drops at the sight of you. Holy fuck- you were gorgeous. He felt his jaw drop slightly at you and the smirk spread on your face. He noticed a particular blush to your cheeks and he realized he could smell the liquor pouring off of you. Fuck.

“Baby,” You pushed him inside his quarters, your heels clanking against the ground as you kicked the door shut behind you, “Need you so bad,” You dropped your coat, revealing your lingerie underneath and he bit his lip.

“Y/N, what are you-“ Anakin’s cut off abruptly by your painted lips meeting his, and he stumbled back as your hand meets his cock. He groans into your mouth as you smile, deepening the kiss.

“Fuck-“ He finds himself moaning under your touch, unable to resist you as you let the lust take over.

Suddenly, his eyes widen and he pushes you off of him, catching his breath. You smirk at him, walking closer to kiss him once again only to be met with his hand on your chest, gently pushing you away from him once again.

“You’re drunk,” He breathes out, and you laugh.

“And? So what? I want you,” You whine, walking closer only to be met with his hand once again. “What’s your fucking problem?”

He scoffs at you, taking another step back away from you. “Y/N, you can’t just show up here fucking drunk and naked. What if someone saw you? What if-“

“For fucks sake will you just shut up and fuck me?” Again, you were met with resistance, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

“No, I’m not having sex with you. You’re being a brat. And you’re fucking drunk. I don’t want this.” He attempts to say calmly and you scoff at him.

“And you’re being a fucking dick.”

“I’m being a fucking dick?” He comes closer now, putting his finger on your chest accusingly, “You can’t keep your fucking legs shut! And to think that I thought we had something- meanwhile you’re calling every fucking man on Coruscant ‘baby’ while I go off to war thinking of you! Thinking that maybe- just maybe- you were thinking of me too! And fuck, was I so fucking wrong-”

“Shut the fuck up! You just want my pussy!” You stumble back away from him, avoiding his piercing gaze.

“That’s the fucking thing! I wish I did! But I don’t! I actually fucking like you. Like- a lot. And you’re so goddamn frustrating!” Anakin yells loudly, watching as you continue to pull away from him during his confession.

“You don’t mean that. You’re just saying-“ As you tried to continue, you were cut off by the sounds of your own screams, tripping over your coat and cutting yourself on a piece of metal on the floor.

“Shit- Y/N, come here baby.” Anakin immediately rushes to your aid, wincing slightly at your bloody knees on the ground below him.

“Ah fuck- Ani- It hurts,” You whine as he bites his lip at your tears, trying to figure out the best course of action.

“Here,” He puts his arms under your legs, pulling you into his chest as he picks you up and sets you on his bed. You wet his chest with your tears, emotions spilling over from the cuts and the fight. “Hold tight, sweetheart. I’m gonna clean you up, okay?”

He gets on his knees in front of you, wiping a tear from your eyes as he watches you concerned. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before getting up and hastily rushing to his bathroom. He throws open the cabinet, searching for first aid supplies as he hears your whines grow louder from the pain. The cuts were pretty deep and he cursed himself for leaving out a project so haphazardly on the floor.

“Give my hair a tug if it gets to be too much, yeah?” He gets on his knees in front of you as you give him a rushed nod. You giggle slightly at his request but the second the alcohol meets your bloody knees, your hands are in his hair and you let out a little yelp.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. I know it hurts- I’m so sorry. This will be better soon- I promise.” He mumbles to you as you continue to cry under his touch, waiting for the pain to end.

By the time he bandages you fully and gets some water in you, you’ve sobered up enough to realize your mistake. You had fallen way too hard for the Jedi in front of you- literally. And with your bloodied knees, it felt like the galaxy was telling you that.

He stands up and moves to the bathroom, putting his supplies away and washing his hands while you stand and grab your coat.

“I- Um- I’m sorry,” He pauses washing his hands, letting the water run over them as he slowly looks up at you. He can feel something’s wrong. He quickly dries them and makes his way over to you hesitantly.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Did something else happen?” He tentatively puts his hand on your arm, his breath hitching as you move away from his touch.

“Yes- sorry- just made a mistake. Thank you for taking care of me. It was nice to see you.” You avoid his concerned gaze, holding your coat to your chest tightly as you make your way to the door.

“Y/N- Wait!” He grabs your arm once again, and you feel yourself wince at his touch, tears bubbling to your eyes that you didn’t know existed. “I don’t understand- what happened?”

“Ani- I just,” you take a deep breath, squeezing your hands into fists. Finally turning to face him, you whisper, “I-I I just can’t do this anymore.”

His face instantly drops at the sight of you. You were so raw and emotional suddenly, the alcohol leaving a nasty taste in your mouth and bringing out a new side to you. One he was unfamiliar with. Before he could respond, you had shed a tear and left his quarters, leaving him hurt and confused once again.

This was different, it felt different- he could recognize that. The way you left made him nauseous. The things you said. He couldn’t help but stand there stunned, unable to move for quite some time until he realized just what happened. You ended things with him. He was more confused than ever.

In the passing weeks, as much as Anakin wanted to respect your boundaries and your wishes- he felt it to be nearly impossible. He took on more responsibilities as a Jedi, increasing his efforts in the war and politically. He did everything he could to stay away from you and get you off of his mind.

He became more closed off, distracting himself from any pain he felt possible. The people around him noticed, offering help and guidance when they could. His own padawan and old master poked and prodded about him relentlessly, but he never gave in to their concern.

Occasionally, he’d catch glimpses of you throughout the temple, and instead of his cock hardening at the sight of you like it once did, his heart only hurt. Your smile made him nauseous, your laugh a knife twisting inside of him. As much as he cared for you, he hated the idea of you doing well. Moving on without him.

And there he was, doing exactly what you did to him…

He knocked harshly, enough that if he ran away at this point it’d be fucking embarrassing. He forced himself to do this- at least he was sober when you weren’t. And he wasn’t exactly here for sex, but if it happened, well… he always heard breakup sex was nice. If he could even call this a ‘breakup’.

Anakin felt himself start to sweat a little. He didn’t know what to expect from this. What to expect from you. You were always different, always surprising him. Even when he thought he knew you- or loved you- there was always something knew that attempted to change that.

But Anakin knew deep down how hard he had fallen for you. And just how impossible it would be to change that. And while he was already sweating from nerves, it quickly turned into anger. He loved you. Loved. And yet you continued to walk all over him and his emotions? What the fuck? Has he not shown you just how devoted he was to you? Why were you so-

“Anakin,” His eyes instantly met your tired ones, darkened with a certain rage you couldn’t quite make out. “What are you doing here?”

He was silent. The scary kind of Anakin silent that sent shivers down the spines of those who witnessed it. And man, you felt it. His eyes trailed up your body, the silky lace nightgown you wore suddenly felt more revealing than it did a few minutes prior. You felt your breath hitch in your throat from his silence, your fingers fidgeting with your nightgown as you unconsciously straightened your posture a bit.

“Anakin, what are you- Hey!” He suddenly welcomed himself in your apartment, pushing through you and into your living room. You slam the door behind you, turning and facing the angry man behind you.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You sigh, attempting to stay calm as you watched the taller man in front of you unravel.

“Why? Is there someone else here?” He seethes, stepping closer to you.

“No! And even if there was- that’s none of your fucking business, Anakin. We aren’t fucking together. You are just a good fuck and that is all.” You step closer, your words twisting like knives but he never backs down. His finger meets your chest accusingly, his lips upturning into a smirk.

“Y/N, we both know that’s not it.” You shudder under his gaze, turning away from him to conceal your emotions.

“Anakin- we can’t.” You state plainly, and for once he can’t read you.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because we can’t!” You turn around and scream, “Because you’re a fucking JEDI and it’s against everything we stand for! And you’re the fucking chosen one! I’m not doing this. As much as I’d like to and as much as I fucking resent all of that- it doesn’t make the reality we are in any less of a problem.”

“I’d leave it all for you.”

“No you fucking won’t!” You give him a shove, “You’re so fucking frustrating!”

“I’m so fucking frustrating? That’s fucking rich.” He grabs your arm, forcing you to face him, “Do you know how fucking bad it hurts to watch you with other men? How hard it is to hear you call them baby? And you think that isn’t fucking frustrating? All I wanna fucking hear you say is that you’re mine. I just want you to be mine!”

“ANAKIN PLEASE!” You crumble beneath him, “It’s not like I fucking enjoy it! I spend my nights wishing it was you! It-It’s just all a fucking distraction! Because I want you so fucking bad and I can’t have you.” Your voice cracks slightly and his gaze softens upon seeing your teary eyes.

“I’m in love with you.”

“Anakin, please stop,” You fall to your knees, feeling your heart ache at his confession, “Please- we can’t do this.”

“Baby,” He sits down next you softly, holding you in his arms, “I will do everything I can to make this possible. We can keep it a secret for now and after the war? Who knows what’s possible.” You glance up at him, eyes glossy and lip quivering.

“I-I don’t know.” You whisper, avoiding his eyes, “I’ve spent so long pushing this down. Feeling resentment towards you and your status and the fact that we could never make this work. I spent so much time having really awful sex just to try and take my mind off of you.”

“Did it work?” He whispers back, his lips curving into a soft smile.

“No,” You hiccup, a blush spreading to your cheeks, “I kept accidentally moaning your name.” You both giggle and he pulls you into his arms.

“That’s my girl.”

He pulls you in once more, letting your tears dry as you both take in the comfortable silence surrounding you. You can feel his heartbeat slow, the tension leaving his muscles as he holds you close. He was finally relaxed, and so were you.

“Y/N, can I call you mine?” He whispers against your neck, and you can feel his nerves return.

“You got me, baby, I’m yours.”

[sleepdeprivedactor]

Four Friends Chapter 1

Ringing. That's what Demi heard. A phone ringing. It was coming from her nightstand. She picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Meu sol. My sun. Sean. It was Sean who was calling her.

“Sean? Why are you calling me at…” she looked at her alarm clock. “11 o’clock at night? I have to get up at like, five for the debate team meeting.”

“Oh my god, I completely forgot. I am so, so sorry Demi. I just…needed to talk to someone. My parents are fighting.” Sean’s voice was shaky.

“Again? That’s like…the third time this week. What’s it about this time?”

“It��s just…Complicated. Can I come over? Please. I know it’s late, but I can’t be alone right now. They’re both yelling a lot and i…I'm scared. I’m really scared.”

“I…You know what, fuck the debate team. I can miss one day. You want me to wake up Ellis and call Lia? Our parents are still out of town on that business meeting.”

“No. I just wanna be with you right now. Don’t get me wrong, I love Ellis and Lia, but I just need to be with my girlfriend.” Sean pleaded.

“Okay. I’ll unlock the back door.” The call ended. Demi sighed, and left her bedroom. It was going to be another long night.

The back door clicked open. Sean entered the small house. his caramel brown hair was a mess. His cheeks were red, and there were bags under his eyes. He had obviously been crying.

“Amor, what took you so long? I’ve been waiting for at least 20 minutes.” Demi’s voice was littered with concern. He only lived two blocks away. It shouldn’t have taken him that long to get there.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You’re a mess.”

“I am not a mess.”

“I can tell you’ve been crying. Don’t lie to me.” Tears were already forming in Sean’s eyes. He was shaking slightly. Demi opened her arms and he collapsed into her embrace. “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“What happened? Why are your parents fighting?” Demi cupped Sean’s cheeks with her hands. He instantly melted into her touch.

“The divorce. That’s all they ever talk about.  My dad’s trying to take the house and me. My mom’s freaking out.” His voice cracked.

“Let’s go up to my room, I don’t wanna accidentally wake up Jake or Ellis. Then you can tell me what happened. If you want, of course. I’m not gonna force you to say anything you don’t want to.” Demi interlocked her hand with Sean’s and squeezed it gently. He flashed her a forced smile, tears still streaming down his face. “You don’t have to fake a smile for me, amor.” Demi held her lover as he continued to cry. Sean wasn’t normally like this. He never cried, unless something was really bad. She knew the divorce was making Sean’s mental state plummet, but she never knew how bad it could get. He usually kept her away from his home life.

The pair eventually made their way to Demi’s room. Demi pulled up a chair, and Sean sat at the edge of her bed. “Okay. You wanna tell me what happened?” She asked.

“My dad came home late again and they just started…screaming.” Demi stretched out her hand, and rested it on Sean’s. She had known his parents weren’t in the happiest relationship, but she never thought it was that bad.

“Is that why you called me?” She asked him.

“I…I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been dealing with them for over four months. I just want it all to be over.”

“Hey hey hey. Don’t think like that. Things’ll get better.” She said, getting up and sitting next to him. She wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him into a tight hug. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you didn’t do anything w-” She was stopped mid sentence by the sound of her door clicking open. On the other side of it was none other than her twin brother, Ellis.

“Oh. Am I interrupting something?” He asked. 

“Piss off. We’re trying to have an emotional moment right now.” Said Sean, flipping him off.

“Real mature, Sean.” Ellis said with a yawn. “Anyways, what the hell are you doing here? Parents still fighting?”

“Yeah. I called Demi when they started fighting, and now…well, I'm here.” Ellis stared at Sean for a minute, before turning to walk away.

“Ok. No funny business you two.” He said with a cackle, causing both Demi and Sean’s faces to turn red. Sean wrapped his arms around Demi.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” He said, causing Demi to smile.

“Of course.”

Chapter 2

[horunicorn]

Oya Oya

Hewwo :3 I have written much smut but this is my first time making it public. Sorry it came out so long. Feel free to point out any mistakes.

Warnings: choking, dominance

The fusuma slammed shut behind you, rattling the shōji across the room, after he'd pushed you rather roughly into his room at the Shinsengumi dorm. You were honestly surprised the kumiko didn't fall apart.

"What the hell, Y/N?"

You curled your lip up at him defiantly. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me," he warned, pacing to and fro in front of the door, clearly agitated. Then again, the man did have a short fuse. "Who gave you permission to hang with the Yorozuya bastard? Is that what you do behind my back?"

His accusation flipped your entire mood over. You were cheeky before; now you were pissed. What right did he have to point fingers at you? After all, he was the one who pushed you to do it. For three weeks, you had been patient while he worked. Of course, since he lived where he worked, it seemed like he was never free, always balancing his vice commander duties in and out of the headquarters. He did ask for your permission before going on cases, to make sure that you were okay with him doing overtime on certain days. And you always assured him that you would wait for him, no matter how busy some days could get. You always told him that it was okay to put his job first when he needed to. But that didn't mean he could take advantage of your understanding, did it?

The guy was smarter than most; he picked up on hints and cues effortlessly, especially if they were from you. So why had he been so oblivious to your subtle advances these past weeks?

"Who are you to tell me who I can or cannot be friends with?" you snapped back, temper flaring.

"You know very well who I am and what I can and cannot do," he answered, a little condescendingly.

"Yeah, well, you should also know that Gin-san gives me way more attention than you do," you uttered rashly. It was how you felt on the inside. After so many days of neglect by Hijikata, Gintoki's friendly affection towards you had you hooked in like fish to bait. Every smile and head smack he gave you fed your growing hunger for a man you couldn't get to and yet you still went on with it. You hung around Gintoki, longing for Hijikata, for something physical, just to take away the ache of missing the vice commander.

"What did you say?" Hijikata's tight voice betrayed the anger that was sparking inside him. The thought of you just being in Gintoki's presence was enough to provoke him. Confirmation that you let him touch you - nevermind if it was just playful shoves or shoulder bumping - flooded his vision with red. "You let him touch you?"

You scoffed at his ridiculous jealousy. "I'm not a slut. All Gin-san did was listen to me when I was alone. He kept me company."

True, you worked eight hours a day but the tiredness didn't mean that you didn't want to talk late into the night.

"Company, huh?" Hijikata crossed the room to stand in front of you so fast that you had to double check the spot he was previously at, just to be sure. He was a head taller than you. Now that he was all riled up, his presence was intimidating, especially since you had to look up to meet his eyes. "It just had to be him?"

You knew better. If you let him go on, you would have angry make up sex in seconds. This was a matter that needed talking through, not blind fucking. You pushed him away harshly, much to his surprise.

"We're not in a movie, Hijikata." Ah, using his family name when you were alone was never a good sign. "You can't just fuck me and be done with it."

A thought crossed your mind. Maybe it wasn't that he was busy. Maybe it was you who had done things wrongly. If you hadn't dropped all those stupid hints and just came straight forward with your needs, you needn't have had to feel the pain of ignorance from him. Your low self-esteem came racing back to you.

It was my fault. I didn't talk to him.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, turning away from him. Your sudden change in demeanor startled him but it wasn't something he hadn't experienced before.

Just like that, his anger melted away. He stepped towards you, pulling your reluctant form into his arms.

"You shouldn't have to apologize for anything," Hijikata sighed, one hand carefully cupping the back of your head. When his temper wasn't in the way, he saw things much clearer. "It was wrong of me to accuse you like that, especially since I know how much I've been neglecting you. I just didn't like the fact that of all the people to go to attention for, it was him." Hijikata said him with visible distaste. You relaxed against him, calmer now that he was no longer angry, that he had assured you it was not your fault.

"But I like him," you protested.

"Could you not like anyone else?"

"You hate everyone else, except the gorilla and he's infatuated with Otae-chan."

"Are you saying you'd go to Kondo-san if you could?" Hijikata teased, instantly lightening the atmosphere.

With that you ducked out of his embrace. "Please. I don't do stalkers." Hijikata was quick to catch you again though, this time from behind. He placed a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear.

"If you hadn't gotten caught today," he began, "I would have shown my appreciation for your patience in a different way."

"You have something planned?" you asked excitedly, happy that he had been thinking of you too.

"I did," he confirmed in the past tense. "But I can't get Yorozuya's stupid smug face out of my mind."

You knew all too well why. You knew that hanging out with Gintoki came with a punishment if you were caught. Before you could respond, Hijikata had a hand locked around your neck, with pressure not enough to choke but just enough that made swallowing difficult.

"Sometimes I think you let yourself get caught on purpose," he went on in a low voice, free hand travelling down your left arm and tugging it behind your back. He had you in a hold you didn't have any intention of breaking out of. Indeed, just the feeling of his hand on your throat had you weak at the knees, ready to be ruined by him.

"T - Tōshi," you managed, voice strangled by the hand on your windpipe. "Hard to... breathe."

"But you like this, don't you?" He purred. "You want to be choked like the little slut you are."

Oh, there was no denying how much his words were turning you on. Getting choked with his hand was good. Getting choked on his cock was better and you were more than eager for it.

"Choke... me with... your...cock..." Earlier misgivings forgotten, you wanted nothing more than for him to use you. It was all you had wanted since using Gintoki as a filler. His attention.

"Mm, I don't think so, baby girl," he murmured, finally releasing you from his hold only to take your hand and drag you down onto his futon. "I want to give, not take. And I expect thanks."

Translation: I will fuck you senseless and you will be vocal about it.

"Dont you think you can punish me better if - " Your question was cut short by a gasping inhale. Hijikata had somehow managed to loosen the knots of the date-jime that held your nagajuban and kimono together amidst everything and was now shamelessly pushing his fingers between your damp labia, hand disappearing in the folds of the cloth. Immediately, your hips moved up, asking for more when he'd barely begun. He murmured an amused "oya oya" upon finding the absence of underwear on you.

"I think you've been wetter than this, haven't you?" Deviously, Hijikata poked two fingers into your hole without any warning. There hadn't been much foreplay but could you really complain when you were swallowing his fingers like the greedy whore you were? He pulled his fingers out along with your arousal and spread it over your clit, rubbing in tantalizing circles, like a taunt.

"You're going to tease me," you stated, breathless already.

"Just for now," he promised, the sensitive nub slipping between his pointer finger and middle finger. Your nerve endings fired, sending thick coils of pleasure up your body. Again, your hips moved up.

Hijikata chose that moment to take his hands off of you. He sat back on his heels, hands placed perfectly on his lap. Disheveled and disgruntled, you forced your pleasure-weak body into motion, sitting up with your kimono loose around you, one side sliding down to bare a shoulder.

This was no dream: your body had flaws everywhere. Beauty marks on your skin, scars from being clumsy, skin that wasn't silky smooth or creamy white. You felt very small when you walked past some women on the streets but Hijikata always made you feel perfect. He loved every one of your imperfections, which encouraged you at times like these.

"Frustrated?" he smirked and you wondered just what he was playing at. Unbothered, you knee-walked closer, until you were parked right in front of him. Your hands grasped at the lapels of his uniform jacket. The familiar musk of cigarette smoke wafted up your nostrils, further turning you on. His gaze was hot on you; you could feel it despite not looking at him. Deliberate in your movements, you pushed the jacket off then proceeded to unbutton his vest and undo the knot of the white scarf around his neck. You were busy working on his shirt when he caught your hand, bringing it up to his mouth.

The contact of the softness of his lips against your skin made your thoughts fuzzy. His stare lingered on you and your restraint broke. You crashed your lips into his, claiming your pleasure, trying to pacify your desire for him. He indulged you, using a hand to hold your head steady. You kissed and kissed until there was no more breath to breathe between the both of you.

Hijikata pulled back first, dragging a thumb across your lower lip. It was such an intimate move, hinting at the lust he had for you; that was all it took for you to go into full 'I need you now' mode. Impatient, you shoved him back and shimmied up his body, brazenly rocking your hips, smearing your arousal onto his white shirt. Obviously, he felt your dampness through the material and gripped your hips to stop you from moving. The sight of you grinding above him was too much for his already tortured mind. Everything had to go. Now.

Soon you were balancing above him, the tip of his hard cock pressing at your slick entrance. You braced your hands on his broad chest, breath controlled as you slowly sat down on him, the length of him sliding into you inch by inch until your ass touched his lap. The sensation of him in you never failed to make you moan. His girth, his length, everything was just enough to fill up your tight hole.

"My sweet girl," Hijikata murmured, eyes half lidded. "I'd nearly forgotten how good you feel around me." He held onto your hips. "Move for me."

At his demand, you lifted yourself off and back down again, whimpering at the discomfort. Yeah, he was definitely big. Without your weekly routine, your body needed time to get used to him again. It didn't take long, though. Hijikata's soft encouragement and touch had you thirsting for more in no time. You got used to the stretch, gaining momentum and confidence as you moved. No longer did it sting; there was nothing but pleasure with the way you had him sliding in and out of you. Every time you rose left his cock slicker than before, layer upon layer of your arousal coating him.

When your legs got tired, you resorted to bouncing, biting your lip when your ass slapped against his skin in the sexiest way. Hijikata was in awe beneath you. His blue eyes were dark, lips parted in heavy breaths. First his eyes fixed on the way he was entering you, on the way your sweet pussy just swallowed his cock. His rough hands roved up your stomach, fingers dancing over your jumping breasts. That was the second thing he stared at. The soft mounds of flesh on your chest that bounced along with you made his cock twitch. Then he looked at your face. At the way you bit your lip, the pleasure in your expression. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to dominate you.

The feeling swept over him. Having you on top was incredible, especially since he knew you could control the depth and angle of his entrance. But he needed to have you his way. He couldn't yet explain why.

You cried out in surprise when he sat up abruptly, forcing you to remain still on his lap. You pressed your chest to his, feeling him move along with you, in you. The movement brought on a whole new sensation that made you scratch his chest with a low moan.

"Can he do that?" Hijikata asked, voice thick with lust. And something else. He knew now why he needed dominance over you.

"Who - What?" You couldn't register his words and the meaning behind them at first, not until he flipped you both over in a practiced move and he rolled his hips into you, hitting every unclaimed spot within you. Your legs came around his hips.

"Can that silver haired idiot do this? Make you feel this good?" He pulled back slightly, only to plunge back into you with a jolt that pushed another moan from your mouth.

"N - No. Tōshi..."

Hijikata pulled at your hips, angling your lower body upwards and began thrusting into you, going deep and hard each time. He knew very well that at this angle, each slide of his cock was sure to brush your g-spot. And each time his pelvis met yours, the head of his throbbing cock would carass the tip of your cervix, making you buck your hips even further up.

Seeing you this way only fuelled his unneeded jealousy for a rival that was hardly a threat.

"I bet he can't," he agreed gruffly. "He doesn't know your body, does he? Doesn't know how my baby girl likes it. Tell me." Hijikata drove deep, pushing his own hips up. You choked on a moan, hands tight around his wrists. "Who's making you feel good?"

You were unable to answer, eyes in danger of closing, body on the brink of orgasm. As if fucking him wasn't hot enough. No, jealous Hijikata was even better. His need to hear your verbal confirmation of just how good he could drill you was heightening the entire experience.

Hijikata wrapped a big hand around your throat, forcing you to meet his steely gaze.

"Who?" he demanded.

A lone tear rolled down your cheek and you knew once you opened your mouth, you'd be begging. "Y - You, Tōshi. You're making me feel good. Fucking my pussy so good."

He smirked in satisfaction. There was no need to hold back now. With demonic speed, probably living up to his title, Hijikata slammed into you, hips snapping back and forth furiously. He hadn't even gotten to rub your clit yet and you came undone, pulsing around his cock, sinful moans falling from your mouth along with his name.

"One more time," he urged, tempted to stop and savour the way you were contracting around him. Snug in your warm wetness. He was close. Too close to stop. He spit on your clit and rubbed it in tight circles, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. This was too much after the first and his name left you in screams, your body spasming, legs jerking. The sight of you being ruined by him did it. A few more thrusts and he fell on top of you, hugging your trembling body close as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He bit your shoulder, hard, enjoying the feeling of his seed leaving him and filling you. The others might not be at the sleeping quarters but you doubted that your screams hadn't reached the main block.

Once you both felt calm enough to move, Hijikata carefully extracted himself from you, using his scarf to wipe off any semen that came leaking out of you. You laid your head on his clammy chest.

"I'd never cheat," you said blatantly.

Hijikata pushed a hand through your messy hair, staring up at the ceiling. "I know. I just... wish I could have been there for you. I know it's not fair, having to always put up with my work."

"You're here now." You turned your head to smile up at him and he returned it with one of his own rare ones. The kind that took your breath away and reminded you of how different he could be around you. "Won't the others be looking for you?"

"Let them," he sighed. "I've been long overdue for a day off anyway." There was a brief pause, as though he were thinking things over. "Can I take you out?"

Your heart skipped a beat, delighted that you both could finally spend quality time together. Not that mindless fucking wasn't fun but normal couple stuff had to come in somewhere.

You smoothed your hand over the skin on his chest, loving how only you were allowed to touch him this way. "Yeah, you can."

[headinthestaticsky]

Frozen Within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 9.

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

My arms are open for you look at me now, Baby, if you want you got me. I know you're broken darling I won't let you down, 'Cause baby, I've been waiting for you.

Do I have to write it on your bedroom wall you fool?"

Bedroom Walls by, BANKS.

"Emm... on the behalf of Jasper and myself...I'm sorry." I said Rosalie laughed and turned to me. Emmett flew through the air once again, hitting the ground even harder.

"Don't worry about... Emmett's kinda cocky, it'll knock him down a peg."

"I have a feeling Jasper's going to be brutal today." I saw Emmett walking next to me, rubbing the back of his head.

"No kidding..." He grumbled.

Edward and Bella slinked toward the rest of us, it looked like they didn't really want to be here. I saw the wolf pack a few seconds later, they didn't look very trustworthy.

"They don't trust us enough to be in their human form," Edward said, taking the thoughts right out of my head.

"They came, that’s what matters. Will you be our translater Edward?" Carlisle asked, Edward just nodded.

"Welcome, Jasper has experience with the newborns, teach us how to defeat them." Carlisle explained.

"They wanna know how the newborns differ from us."

"Newborns are the strongest form a vampire can be. You may notice Fleur, her eyes are red as opposed to our gold. Due to how long she's been a vampire they're still red. Her human blood still lingers within her tissues, making her stronger than any of us. Jasper will continue on from here he is more well versed in this than I am." Carlisle continued.

"A newborn army doesn’t need thousands like a human army. But no human army can stand against them. Now the two most important things to remember are; first never let them get their arms around you, they’ll crush you instantly. The second, never go for the obvious kill, they’ll be expecting that and you will lose." Jasper said, he sounded determined.

"Emmett Fleur! You two first Don't hold back on each other." Jasper called toward him. I stood there shocked for a second... I didn't know how in the hell to fight.

"Scared? I would understand...you seem pretty fragile."

"Alright... bring it."

Emmett began to run toward me and I braced myself. He made me drag my knees down into the dirt and then threw me up into the air. I then ran toward him and dodged a tackle he tried to strike me with, I kicked him in the face sending him flying a few feet back.

"Victory belongs to be!" I said, raising my arms in the air.

"Emmett...never lose focus," Jasper said. Carlisle and Edward were up next. I walked next to Rosalie again and whispered in her ear.

"5 bucks on Carlisle."

"You're on, there is no way Edward can lose... he can read Carlisle's mind."

The two ran toward one another, both of them dodging an attack. They then put their hands around each other's necks. Carlisle threw Edward off of him, knocking him back a few feet. I looked and saw Bella staring intently. Carlisle threw a punch but missed, Edward grabbed him by the shirt and slammed Carlisle into the ground.

"You owe me 5..." Rosalie started.

"One more thing," Carlisle tripped Edward onto the ground and held him there.

"Don't turn your back on the enemy," Jasper said, rolling his eyes.

"You mean... you owe me right?" I said smugly.

"Oh take it and gloat somewhere else," Rosalie said jokingly.

I saw Jasper looking over at us, he gestured for Rosalie to come to him. She threw the first punch but he was quick to swing back, she dodged them all and twisted a few feet back. Before she could react she was grabbed by her arms and flipped over onto the ground, she landed with a hard thud I winced. I saw the wolves leave, Jasper walked away, I decided to follow him wanting to end this silence. He stopped when Bella talked to him, I wasn't completely mad I was a vampire for once... super hearing is great.

"Jasper, are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?" Bella asked, I could tell she was alluding to being turned into a vampire.

"Well, your presence alone, your scent will distract the newborns. Their hunting instincts will take over, drive them crazy. Hopefully, your sister won't get too distracted by you." Jasper said, ignoring her obvious hint, and began walking away again.

"Jasper wait... how do you know some much about this stuff?" Bella asked.

"I didn’t have quite the same upbringing as my adopted siblings."

Jasper rolled up his sleeves, bites were littered across his skin.

"Hey, those are like mine."

"They're battle scars, all the work my momma and dad prepped me with was nothing compared to them...neither was the short training the confederate army gave me... not that it was by choice. I escaped the first chance I got." They both started to walked away, I still followed them.

"You ran from the confederate army? Wouldn't you get killed for that if you got caught?"

"It would've been worth it... I never believed in their disgusting opinions on human beings...I wasn't about to partake in it just because I was forced to join them... I got killed either way... due to a certain, immortal...Maria. I just made it to Galveston, I took a short break thinking I got far enough from the base when I saw her... she turned me soon after... making me one of the leaders of her army. I trained the newborns, but after a year when their newborn faze was over I was forced to kill them. I could feel everything they felt, it wasn't until I spared a friend and a mate of his, that I was able to escape from her."

Bella looked bored.

"I thought what Maria and I had was love. But I was her puppet, she pulled the strings. I didn’t know there was another way, till I found Alice and Dean. She saw me coming of course. But, I still felt incomplete. Then she told me a few years back about your sister...my soulmate, no matter how much she pisses me off." He had a smile on his face. I decided to approach him now seeing he was a bit happier than earlier.

"It took me long enough huh?" I said, approaching wearily. Neither Bella nor Jasper said anything.

"I need to talk to you Jasper, alone..." Bella scoffed and rolled her eyes, but left. We stood in silence for a second, neither of us knowing what to say.

"I'm really sorry Jaz... I don't know what happened to me that night... I just got really pissed..."

"Fleur..."

"And I shouldn't have said the things I did."

"Fleur..."

"You have way better control with bloodlust than me trust me!"

"Love..."

"No really...I know I could probably eat a whole town."

"Darlin... calm down please... your emotions are giving me a headache. Trust me, my love, I can feel how sorry you are, you are definitely guilt-ridden."

"I feel so bad..."

"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have brought up your bloodlust, you have great control over it."

"No, I don't..." I turned away from him

"What are you talking about?"

"It's true what you said... I almost snapped on my dad a few days ago... he cut himself trying to make dinner, I was so close Jaz... so close." I felt him turn me back around.

"It's going to be fine, you'll have better control of it in a few months."

"I guess I just go mad because you reminded me about the parts I hate most about being a vampire. I can't even hug my dad without getting tempted, it's horrible."

"I'm sorry love."

"You didn't know, if I told you about it we wouldn't have even fought."

"Let's go home Darlin." Jasper suggested, he kissed me a few seconds afterward.

"Yeah... let's go home... I want to make fun of Emmett, we both destroyed him."

"Sounds like a plan love."

[cheesyficwriter]

Hi Gorgonzola! It's not on your prompts list, but please can you write me an argument and a make up kiss in the rain? You don't have to use it, but this quote is quite a useful one: "Because I'm sorry. Because I love you. And because you're looking really hot standing out in the rain and I'm thinking, I have to kiss you!" Smut or not, but make it Romione or I cry!

Hi there, broomstick - you fabulous person you! Thanks for sending the prompt that mixes together two of our favorite pairings 😍 Hope you enjoy and accept this as a gift for all of your wonderful beta work! You truly rock 💜

Mild sexual references and language (Ron’s mouth always gets him into trouble)

My Type Is You

Hermione saw red, and for the first time, she wasn't looking directly at the obvious color of Ron's hair. 

Instead, her eyes were fixed glaringly on the brunette standing next to him at the bar, who looked suspiciously a lot like herself. Except she wouldn't be caught openly flirting with a man that wasn't hers. 

From her spot at a table a few paces away, Hermione watched as the unknown witch giggled and flipped her hair back. Ron was nodding and smiling at the woman politely, as he leaned coolly against the bar counter. He certainly had filled in to his muscular build over the past few months since he started auror training and, she begrudgingly admitted, was catching quite a bit of female and male attention when they were out in public together nowadays. 

The attention wasn’t the shock. It was the fact that her buffoon of a boyfriend wasn’t really doing anything to stop it. 

Her blood boiled as the woman had the audacity to place her perfectly manicured hand on his arm, a gesture that absolutely screamed that she was coming on to him. Ron’s arm twitched and Hermione saw him discreetly pull it back, his face twisting into an expression that clearly gave away his discomfort. Next to Ron on the counter were the two pints awaiting him to bring them back over to their table. Another minute passed by, and they were still there. 

Lifting her chin, Hermione had decided she had enough. She stood and marched determinedly over to the two. Ignoring any pleasantries, she reached a hand directly between their bodies to grasp her pint off the table, not caring when a bit of her beer swished onto the sticky floor. 

“Hey!” The woman exclaimed. 

“Hermione, what…” Ron blubbered out, but she didn’t even bother looking at his face. She turned sharply and slammed her pint down onto the nearest table, baffling the current occupants. 

“Here. Enjoy,” she sneered, before making a move towards the exit. Ron was faster, and gripped her hand to whirl her back around in seconds. 

“What are you doing?” He tried to keep his voice low, his eyes darting anxiously around the room, aware that her actions were starting to cause a stir. 

Hermione forced her hand away and crossed her arms, a move that made Ron recoil slightly in his stance. “Well I thought I was waiting for you to bring us our drinks, but it seemed you were a bit preoccupied, so I figured I would just go home.”

“Preoccupied?” Ron’s eyebrows crinkled together, trying to piece together the sequence of events. “With what? You don’t mean...Hermione Granger, are you jealous?” She wanted to wipe off the growing smirk that appeared on his face. 

“It doesn’t matter if I was, what matters is that you didn’t even care to notice!” 

Ron’s shoulders shagged, clearly frustrated that she didn’t seem to find any of it funny. “It’s not like that - I mean - I wasn’t…”

"I'm leaving!" 

Ron groaned. "You can't apparate now, you're not in the right state."

"I know that. I'll be walking home, mind you." She turned on her heel. 

"Like hell you are," he roared, stalking after her. Their boisterous argument had caught the attention of most of the pub, but Hermione was far too prideful to care at the moment. "Hermione, it's nearly midnight and it's pouring outside!"

She ignored him entirely and continued on her path out the door. 

"Uhm...you guys…" Harry murmured weakly, but didn't follow after them as they exited the pub. He knew better than to intervene any further. 

As soon as Hermione stepped out onto the cobblestone pathway and dimly lit street, she was hit with little pebbles of falling rain that soaked her entire body instantly. Ron emerged from the pub soon after, breathless, squinting at her through his now damp locks that were stuck to his forehead, falling haphazardly into his eyes. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he called out through the rushing downpour. Now that they were outside, alone, he had no qualms about initiating a shouting match with her. 

“If I hadn’t made a show of myself, I doubt you would’ve even noticed if I slipped out,” she spat back, furiously swiping wet curls from her eyes. 

Ron’s face hardened and Hermione knew then that she had sparked his temper. “Are you fucking joking right now? I was just being bloody polite while waiting for our drinks! I didn’t have the slightest interest in her, no matter how she felt!” 

“Oh? And why not, may I ask? She certainly appeared to be your type...dark brown hair, curly…” 

Ron kicked at a growing water puddle nearby, effectively splashing the cool liquid up into the air. His hands raked forcefully through his wet hair, pushing it all back from his eyes in a move that made her ache with desire for him. 

"Because, you barmy witch, I am madly in love with you!" 

Hermione’s mouth parted instinctively and they stared intensely at each other for several solid seconds. They had already exchanged I love you’s before, but this one hit differently. The first time they said those three important words, they were both timid and shy, unsure of how the other would react. This time, Ron was more than sure, perhaps even more confident, if not a little exasperated, than she had ever seen him before. 

She couldn’t even remember why she was so angry before. 

“Oh God, Ron...I love you too.” She felt stupid for letting the tears fall from her face, as it was absolutely pointless with the raindrops that were already cascading down her cheek. 

Ron held out his arms in a peace offering. 

"I'm asking you to please, please come over here, because I don't think I can handle not having you in my arms any longer. 'Sides…" A playful grin appeared on his face, "You're looking pretty hot standing there in the rain, and I'm thinking, I might just have to kiss you." 

That was it. In two short strides, she had jumped into his arms, overcome by the force of which he cupped her cheeks and smashed his lips to hers. They kissed furiously, passionately, letting any remaining anger roll away, instead replaced by a burning need to be as close as possible. Ron’s hands traveled quickly to her bum, lifting her up so that her legs were wrapped around him. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, eliciting a deep growl from the back of his throat, only tightening his grip around her waist. 

"Oh, come on, you two!" Harry suddenly groaned from behind them. 

Ron lifted his head briefly to spit out, "Piss off, Harry!", before reclaiming her mouth once more. 

The boy who blocked continued to stand there. "Come on, you'll catch your death out here. Let me apparate you both back to Grimmauld Place and then you can continue whatever this is there. I haven't been drinking tonight."

Reluctantly, Ron released her, and she planted her feet back on the ground, disentangling their arms. 

“Fine. But make it quick, would you?”

Harry rolled his eyes and walked over to them, grabbing them both by the arm, before submerging them into the intense pulling sensation. When Hermione opened her eyes, they had landed directly in the foyer of Grimmauld Place, all three dripping wet. 

Harry was already running off, "Silencing charm, please!" He called from another room. 

Ron kinked an eyebrow and tugged on Hermione’s hand to pull her close, a move that made her swoon. “You know what, Hermione? You were right about one thing earlier.”

“Hmm?” She snuggled further into his arms, raising her head up to brush her nose against his, “And what was that?”

“I do have a type. My type is you.”

[teamfreehoodies]

I'm two days late with a fic prompt sorry lol but I could not get this idea out of my head so, if you're still up for it: what if Witcher AU where it's Yennefer who meets Renfri at Blaviken instead of Geralt <3 Love your fics

Oh my god this is so interesting?????? (Also thank you!!!! 💕)

Yennefer hasn’t been to the coast in years, and she wouldn’t be here under normal circumstances, but she was.... desperate. Rumor had it that there might be a djinn for sale in their market soon, which meant either someone had found one, or at the very least there was djinn activity in the area and someone felt justified that they could find one and for a dirty little place in the backwoods just off the coast it did seem to have something... off about it. She’d portaled to a field just outside the city, a place that should have been empty of magic entirely except for what she brought with her. And yet... something was different about this town. The air felt heavy with it, a stagnant weight hovering over the people, and as she approached the city’s gates it became more and more apparent that something was deeply wrong with this city. Where there should have been children playing games in the street there were only beggars, staring listlessly forward as they huddled against walls for warmth, a stark indicator of a bad fishing season in a town like this.

But there had been no pleas to the Brotherhood to take care of their ills, no appeal to the mages to find the fish, to feed the fishermen, to save the town. Yennefer had left court, but she still knows all the court mages and none of them had said anything of a town under famine. She kept moving, ignoring the damp dreariness that pulled at her heart. Maybe it wasn’t famine, and Blaviken simply had an unusually large amount of serfs with no fields to tend, and the heavy atmosphere was just caused by the concentrated misery of so many people packed so closely together.

She would get no answers on the street, so she ducked into the first tavern she saw, shaking off the strange heaviness of emotion from staring at the misery in the streets of this thrice-cursed backwater. The tavern at least was decent enough, a good crowd for this time of day, early as it still was. She wound her way to the bar, aiming for a beer and a chance to collect her thoughts. She might find someone in here who could tell her of the fishing spots suddenly gone bare— that might be a good indication of djinn activity actually, now that she thought about it.

The bartender slid her a cup and filled it before turning away with a grunt as he picked up the coin she left on the table. The beer was cold, but that was were the positives ended. “What the fuck,” she muttered spitting the ale back into its cup— she’d tasted piss-water more palatable than this swill.

“It’s an acquired taste but I promise, it’s not poison.” Yennefer looked down the bar, tracking down the owner of the offered opinion. Oh, but she was gorgeous, her hair an asymmetrical mess framing her rounded cheeks, lashes long enough to make the brown of her eyes look bottomless, her mouth curled with just the right amount of attitude as she smirked at Yennefer.

“I’d almost prefer it it was poison” Yennefer replied, sliding closer down the bar and dragging the piss-water with her. “At least then the taste would have an explanation.” The woman laughed, cracking more peanuts from the bar, and popping them into her open mouth. She smiled at Yennefer, leaning back in her seat as she made a short gesture at the barkeep.

“You’ve a lot of experience with poisons then?” She asked, turning to face Yennefer fully.

“Enough to never accept a drink I didn’t order myself,” Yennefer countered, smirking as the barkeep plunked two wine cups in front of them.

“Well that’s a shame then, isn’t it.” The woman said, reaching across Yennefer to drag the cup away before the barkeep could pour anything into it.

Yennefer caught her hand against the bottom rim of the cup, feeling the warmth of her rough hands (and gods she wanted those hands against her skin so suddenly she was surprised by the force of her desire.) “it’s only a shame if we let it be.” she purred, rubbing her thumb along the index finger of the woman’s hand still trapped beneath her own.

The barkeep cleared his throat, breaking them apart as he gestured impatiently with the wine bottle. “Am I pouring this or not,” he said “I’ve got other customers, y’know.”

The woman giggled, than guffawed, a hearty laugh that was more wild and free than any woman Yennefer had ever known— instantly, she was hooked. Yennefer wanted more of that laugh, wanted some of that wild freedom for herself.

“There’s better drinks at my place,” Yennefer said aching to reach back out and touch, needing the heat of the other woman’s skin to balance against the chill of her own.

“Are you seducing me?” the woman asked, smirking slyly at Yennefer from behind her fringe of hair.

“Only if you’re interested in being seduced,” Yennefer leaned in closer, not touching, just letting her proximity work for her. They were facing each other still and as Yennefer leaned in the woman did too, almost imperceptibly, until Yennefer stopped, just close enough that their conversation was a touch too intimate for public (but oh, that had never bothered Yennefer one little bit, and in fact it added to the heat in her belly, the tension between her thighs that demanded release.) “Is it working?” she whispered finally, her breath just ghosting over the other woman’s lips.

(Fuck off,” muttered the barkeep as he plunked the wine down on the counter and stalked towards his other customers. He had things to do other than staring at flirting lesbians.)

“Why don’t we go get that wine.” The woman whispered, sending shivers down Yennefer’s spine. Delicious anticipation was thrumming through her veins and it made her sloppy, so she almost missed the knife as it hurtled up to rest beneath her chin.

“I’m not really into knifeplay as a rule,” she said, one hand against the woman’s where it was trying to push a blade into her throat, the other pressed into the base of the woman’s neck, her thumb just above the dip in her clavicle.

“Yeah well, you can tell that to Stregobor when he joins you in hell then can’t you.” The woman said, nonsensically, as they both strained against the other’s grip.

“Stregobor?” Yennefer repeated, mind trying desperately to connect the pieces.

“He sent you to kill me before I could kill him, why else would a mage be in Blaviken?” The woman scoffed and Yennefer realized that the reason no one had intervened was because the entire tavern was being held hostage by men in line with this woman, a collection of dwarves and halflings with swords and crossbows, the sorriest looking army that Yennefer had ever seen. Yennefer’s grip slipped and the knife slid another centimeter closer to her throat and all of a sudden she understood what was wrong about this damn town.

“Cock.” She said, staring into the eyes of the last girl born under the Black Sun, Renfri, Princess of Creyden, sworn hunter of Stregobor the Mage and something of a local legend amongst Yennefer’s circle of influence, precisely for her vendetta against the man. They all hated Stregobor, and he’d been officially censured for his slaughter of the girls of the Black Sun prophecy, and prophecy work had been falling out of fashion ever since— not that that knowledge did her any good, a knife to her throat and a furious shrike holding it.

“I’m not here on business of Stegobor’s,” Yennefer offered, pulling on Chaos just enough to give her a fighting chance. She pushed the hand with the knife against her throat sharply upwards, a fast enough strike that it stunned Renfri, knocking the weapon from her hand though not for long as she was already reaching for a new one— but Yennefer had space, had time—had purpose, and that was all a mage really needed.

“I bet you want him dead, right?” She said, holding up her hands to ward off Renfri’s continued advances (and also to make portalling away faster if need be. Renfri paused, cocking her head at Yennefer. Emboldened she went on, “I don’t have any particular feelings about the man, but I bet even you can’t hope to succeed against him alone.” Renfri, according to legend, wasn’t the sort of shrike that waited. To find her in a tavern in Blaviken meant Stregobor must be close, and must be hiding if he hadn’t yet been killed. “Ahh, that’s it isn’t is,” she said, as Renfri slowly let her go, flipping the knife in a devastatingly hot) show of skill before she sipped it back in to the sheath on her thigh. Oh, if this worked out the way Yennefer wanted it to, they were going to have a fucking amazing time together. “You can’t get to him. What has he locked himself into a tower somewhere? Magicked up some guard dogs I imagine?” She took her seat, reaching for the bottle of wine the barkeep must have left for them, pouring equal measures into the two cups. 

Renfri must have made some motion behind Yennefer’s back (it wasn’t much of a gamble to turn her back on this opponent, sure as Yennefer was of her purpose here, but enough of one that a little shiver of pleasure ran up her spine at the implied danger) because the dwarves and halflings were putting down weapons, retreating to the table they’d been occupying before they took the tavern hostage. There was some grumbling from the patronage, but violence seemed to be the language of these people, so it settled quickly, just in time for Renfri to take her seat again, reaching forward to grab the wine that Yennefer had poured for her. “He’s locked himself in his tower,” she said, taking a sip of the wine and letting her knee bump into Yennefer’s thigh beneath the bartop. “Can’t get him out to face me in a fair fight, which he knows he’d lose.” Now that Yennefer is paying attention she can feel the slight disturbance in Chaos as it bends away from Renfri, refusing to touch. Interesting. “So tomorrow me and my men are going to murder every single person in the market until he crawls down from his ivory tower and faces his destiny at the end of my sword.” She’s puffed up already, like she expects Yennefer to object to this plan. The massive planned loss of life bothers Yennefer on a surface level surely, as unnecessary as it is. There are easier ways to pull Stregobor from his hiding place-- more elegant too.

“What if I told you that I could pull him out of that tower without having to sacrifice the townspeople of Blaviken?” 

“I’d ask you for what price. I know mages and witchers are alike in that they only work for coin or power.”  

Yennefer smiled, taking a long draught of the wine and then slamming the empty cup back on the bartop. “I want everything, little shrike. But this?” she said, spreading her arms wide, “this I’ll do just because Stregobor deserved more than a slap on the wrist for his actions and I can think of no more fitting end than to watch you butcher him in the streets of Blaviken.” 

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Hiding

Please be warned if you're easily triggered by abuse skip ahead!!

It had been closed to a week since Michelangelo had heard from his best friend, normally she was calling and texting him non-stop always up to come visit him whenever the woman could find the time between school and her part-time job but lately she seemed to be pulling away from him

At first he thought nothing of it, she was busy maybe she would come around but once he realized he hadn't heard from her in what almost felt like an eternity he started to get worried. When he called her phone and it went straight to voicemail that was when the youngest turtle started to question if she was okay

When was she ever not with her phone

When has she ever gone this long without sending him a funny picture or asking for him to tell her a joke; what worried him more was none of his brothers had heard from her either which explains why right now he was hurrying over the city towards her home

He didn't have to see her if she was busy he just needed to make sure she was okay

When the turtle landed on the fire escape with not so much has a sound outside her window it was obvious something was up; her window stood wide open but the room was pitch black much like the rest of her home, any other time he would have heard her music playing over the radio she always kept on to chase away the quiet but inside the dark void there was no sound

Slowly and quietly Michelangelo climbed through the window stepping into her room instantly feeling the heavy atmosphere "Hey sugar? You in here babes?" Almost instantly there was a shift towards her bed going to take another step before her small form was in front of him pushing him back

"What are you doing here...?" her small voice shook brokenly as she put more force into her pushes trying to move him back towards the window even if she wasn't succeeding "You need to leave... Mikey you need to go home now-!" she didn't dare to speak over a whisper as she listened for the other person in her home praying he either wasn't home or was knocked out cold pressing closer to her friend as she tried to guide him away shaking horribly as she tried to keep him quiet

"Dollface its been days! You're not answering any of my messages and haven't called me in Forever"

"Mikey please be quiet! Please don't make any-"

He chuckled lightly reaching over for her lamp and flipping it on unsure why she was trying to force him out when normally she invited him in but it's a light flashed on and she flinched away his eyes caught sight of her face before she could turn away his hands were cupping her cheeks looking at her in complete shock as his heart shattered within his chest "Babycakes-?"

He pushed her hair out of the way as his blue eyes took in her discolored face bruises marring the once beautiful flawless skin and those bright loving eyes carried horrible bags along with a black bruise, her soft pink lip busted and bleeding, and a bandage around her shoulder where he could see around the edges were purple "What happened- oh god are you-?" It took a minute but as his eyes glanced around he saw her normally bright room was destroyed her pictures he had made her ripped from the wall and destroyed now replaced by several cracks and holes in the dry wall that she had desperately tried to cover but had failed, her mirror shattered and on the floor, her radio was shattered against one of the walls and he caught sight of her cell phone smashed beyond repair

She froze pulling away from him as she looked back listening intently before he looked up at the door finding she had it locked and barricaded by her dresser "You have to go... Mikey sweetie you need to get out of here-" she started to push him as tears soaked her face swearing on everything in her being she had heard the floorboards creak trying to push him out the window "Please go - go before he hurts you Mike-"

"What happened... Did he do this? Did he touch you?" he had her wrapped in his arms something in him shifting as he's shushed her softly trying to calm her down brushing his fingers through her tangled hair "Did he fucking hit you!?" Normally Mikey didn't cuss out of anger more than likely to say it out of fun but right then his baby blue eyes were burning from anger glaring at the door as he heard the doorknob turn

"M-Mikey..."

It was no secret to him that his friends mom was away on a business trip and she was worried about her babygirl so she has asked her ex-husband to keep an eye on the woman but it was something else he had heard from one of his brothers that bothered him, her father had recently gotten out of jail after a few years for beating his wife and he wasn't allowed to be in the home but since her mom had a left he had made himself at home and had been quite the pain in the ass for his daughter

If he could even be considered her father he had left when she was two showed back up when she was thirteen and had put both of the two women through hell until he was arrested for almost killing his ex-wife in a drunken rage

The pounding on the door made her jump crying out in panic pressing closer to him as she sobbed softly her eyes wide in fear as a man screamed at her to open the door and it's set something off in Michelangelo that he almost never felt; for a moment he wondered if it was what Raphael felt all the time. The anger boiling in his stomach from seeing her in such a state; bruised, beaten, and shaking in terror as the man tried to kick the door in clinging to him tightly even as she continued to beg him to leave pissed him off to no end

He growled gently picking her up and pushing her into the corner handing her one of his weapons and gently placing several pillows around her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead "Stay right here babe I won't let him hurt you again-" she reached out grabbing his arm as he turned before he heard the splintering of wood patting her hand softly before turning off the light hearing her whimpering as he pushed her dresser out of the way before the door flew open

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YA!? GET Y...YOUR BITCH ASS OVER HERE YA FUCKING SLUT SNEAKING BOYS IN M' HOUSE THINKIN YOUR GONNA WHORE YOURSELF OUT LIKE YOUR FUCKING MOTHER! I HEARD THE LITTLE BASTARD!"

The man's drunken voice entered the room as Mikey hid in the shadows letting him take one step forward before his fist connected with the man's jaw sending him flying out the door "What was that you sack of shit?" he would have been lucky if that was all he got but the turtle grabbed him up and didn't hold back once the man tried to stumble back into her room "You son of a bitch!" Mikey pinned him against the wall hidden by the shadows in the dark hallway as he unleashed every bit of anger on the man his fist connecting over and over with her abusers face feeling his jaw disconnect and his nose break under his knuckles "You put you hands on a woman just try to put your hands on me"

Mikey wasn't sure how long he had laid into her bastard of a father but her screams and her small arms wrapping around him suddenly pulled him back "Mikey... Stop baby stop please- I'm sorry I'm so sorry please just stop" it wasn't until then that he noticed the man was unconscious and his knuckles were bloody breathing fast as he threw the man down quickly wiping his hands off on a discarded towel before turning around and wrapping his arms around her as she sobbed into his chest her hands clinging tight to his chest plate "L-Lets go... he's not worth this please take me from here I want to go home Mikey take me home!" he gave the man one last look before pulling out his cell phone sending a message to Casey letting him know what happened and the address telling him to bring several of the cops and get the garbage out of her mom's apartment

"Okay baby - come on let's go home" gently lifting her into his arms pressing several gentle soft kisses across her bruised face he smiled at her whispering how beautiful she was as he grabbed a few things stuffing them in a bag and putting it over his arm before he was out the window leaving the home behind as he headed towards the lair "Donnie will fix you up gorgeous then you're staying in my room I'm going to make you comfortable and cuddle you until you feel better" he tried hard not to show how upset he was but her hand on his neck made him look down as tears dropped off his cheeks being left behind on the winds as he hurried to get her home "Your staying with us... I don't care if you don't want to you should have called me I would have came and got you so much sooner I would never have let that happen to you-" he tried to toughen up his lip but it's still trembled as he had to stop trying to wipe away his tears before her small hand was on his cheek looking down seeing her bright smile before she pulled him down nuzzling against him even if her face was killing her to do so holding him tight

"I know... Mikey I knew you would come for me- just like you did" he pressed a kiss to her forehead holding her tighter before heading out over the city determined that no matter what she would never have to deal with him ever again

Once home as promised he took her straight to Donnie standing close by as his brother checked over their friend once more feeling his gut twisting as his brother pulled her shirt up just enough to reveal welts and bruised strap marks across her skin where the bastard had beat her with something; probably a belt but he didn't move from her side hearing Raphael talking to Leonardo and Master Splinter about going back and finishing him off but Mikey stayed put, keeping his promise he waited until she was fixed up before taking her to his room surrounding her with soft pillows before laying down beside her his arms protectively around the tiny waist whispering softly that he would protect her looking down when she said nothing only to smile when he found her sleeping soundly probably more peacefully than she had for the last week as he cuddled close continuing to pet her hair and softly promise he would keep her safe no matter what the smile that never left her lips told him she knew it was true

If it was the last thing Mikey did he would protect her with his own life and make sure she never knew what this felt like ever again "Love you beautiful- no more hiding"

[kinkyquirk]

Dumb it down? Heck no! This is my first request and I'm doing this shit RIGHT. Hope you like it. 😁

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Aizawa was late. As per usual.

Class was supposed to start 5 minutes ago and Iida had been dutifully instructing students to get to their desks, encouraging them to remain seated when they became fidgety in the continued absence of their teacher.

You eyes darted between the door and the boy sitting in front of you, trying to decide if you could spend a little time with your freckled boyfriend before class started. Just as you had made up your mind - the class slowly begining to murmur amongst themselves - he turned in his seat, smiling back at you with that innocent grin you adored, "Well, looks like we'll be waiting a while."

Ugh, he was just so cute. When he had accepted your feelings a few weeks ago, you had been over the moon. You had fully expected him to turn you down because he was so busy training hard to become the number one hero. And sure, you and him didn't spend as much time together as the average couple, but you were okay with that. Studying together and the very occasional date was all you needed as long as he was with you.

You were smiling back instantly, leaning you head on your hand, "Looks like it."

A rosy hue dusted his cheeks suddenly, his fingers fiddling together on top of the back of his chair, "You, uh...you look especially beautiful today..," he mumbled softly.

OH GOSH, YOUR HEART.

You couldn't help the blush that sprung up on your cheeks at the unexpected compliment, smile brightening, "Why thank you my especially handsome boyfriend," you fired back, relishing in the way the entirety of his face and neck became as red as Kirishima's hair. He was just so easy to fluster!

He tried his best to compose himself, clearing his throat and ruffling his already unruly hair, "I-handsome is a-," but he stopped, remembering your talk with him about accepting your compliments and to have more confidence in himself, "uhm, th-thank you."

His smile began to fade then, and, in turn, yours dropped off your face in worry. Izuku was known to over think things and cause himself grief over problems that weren't as big as he thought they were, but this expression was different. Something was really eating at him this time.

"Izuku?" You questioned, leaning forward to get a better look at him.

He met your eyes and gave a small, forced smile, "It's just...," he began, sighing and slumping slightly in defeat. Panic spiked through you for a moment, afraid you had done something to upset him. He reached forward, gently taking your hand in his own scarred one and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb, effectively ending your worries and sending a completely different spike through you, "You're such a wonderful girlfriend and I...I don't treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

It was very possible that this boy would give you a heart attack sometime during this relationship.

You sighed in relief, "That's what's bothering you? Izuku, I don't need anything special-" you began, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

"But you deserve it!" He stressed, squeezing your hand softly, "You deserve to be taken on nice dates and to have so much more of my attention. I should be showing you how much I cherish you and instead I'm just...treating you like an afterthought..."

Well, you hadn't seen this coming. You supposed if the roles were reversed, that would feel like a lot of weight on your shoulders. It upset you that something like this had been burdening him and for a moment wondered...if you should have kept your feelings to yourself. You had just complicated things for him.

"Do you think of me as an afterthought?" you asked, prepared to prove to him that he was anything but neglectful.

He jumped at the question, eyes wide, "No! Of course not!" he assured, "I can't get you out of my mind!"

The classroom went silent.

You were sure the both of you were the same, glowing red color.

"Lady troubles, Deku?" Denki chortled, followed closely by the familiar sound of Jiro smacking him with her ear jacks. Uraraka suddenly and conveiniently remembered a funny story and began ethusiastically regaling the classroom of her scuffle with a pizza box and squid mascot. Bless her.

You fanned your cheeks, attempting to cool the flames beneath them while Izuku took his own time calm himself.

"Sorry, I-" he began, but you cut him off this time, shaking your head with a sympathetic smile, "No, I'm sorry. I should know by now how you'd react to a question like that."

"I meant it, though."

You looked up, surprised to see him watching you with a determined intensity that you're a bit embarrassed to say nearly had you fainting in your chair. He pressed onward, "You're always on my mind. From the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. And sometimes when I dream."

Okay, now that was bordering on cheesy, but it sent your heart fluttering uncontrollably in your chest.

He grabbed his backpack, rummaging through it for a moment and hesitating a moment before pulling out what he was looking for, "I was going to wait until lunch to give this to you, but...now seems better," He smiled, "I know it doesn't make up for all the time we should be spending together, but-"

You almost screamed at the box in his hand, hardly believing what you were looking at, "IS THAT THE ULTRA RARE SUPER LIMITED EDITION AMERICAN SOLDIER ALL MIGHT ACTION FIGURE? MINT IN THE BOX?"

At this point, you didn't care if you had once again drawn the attention of the entire class. This was a unicorn in the wild. A collectable that you were certain you would never see anywhere other than on your computer screen.

If there was one thing you and Izuku had in common, it was your love for the number one hero, All Might.

Izuku was quick to join in your excitement, "EXACTLY! I KNEW YOU'D RECOGNIZE IT! ONLY FIFTY OF THESE WERE EVER MADE!"

"I THOUGHT THESE HAD ONLY BEEN GIFTED TO AMERICAN POLITICIANS DURING THE INTERNATIONAL HERO TREATY OF 2002?"

"THEY WERE! 12 POLITICIANS WHO VOTED AGAINST THE TREATY SOLD OR TOSSED THEM AND MY MOM'S FRIEND FROM WORK KNEW A GUY THAT-"

Your smile fell as you listened to the story of how he had ended up with such a priceless item and realized...you couldn't accept this. No matter how much you loved All Might, you couldn't take this from Izuku.

"-what's wrong?" he looked crestfallen at your sudden loss of enthusiasm.

"Izuku, I couldn't possibly accept something like this," you shook your head sadly, "It's worth way too much."

"But, I want you to have it!" He insisted, holding it out to you earnestly, "It's okay, I have lots of rare All Might merch!"

You gently pushed it back towards him, shaking your head once again, "I know, but this is just-"

"Then keep it safe for me," he compromised, taking your hands and holding them to the box. God, his hands. You loved how they felt on yours. So strong and warm.

He leaned forward, and - to your shock - placed a soft kiss to your fingers. Your heart did maybe 15 flips. His smile had the smallest hint of mischief in it when he pulled back, "I'm counting on you."

The very next instant, you had your arms around him. The noise you made was, in retrospect, pretty embarrassing as you crushed him to you, bouncing happily. Now that was a compromise you could deal with. And that sneaky little smile peppered with those adorable freckles? GOD HE WAS JUST TOO MUCH!

"MIDORIYA!"

The scandalized voices of Denki and Mineta reverberated around the room, bringing you to a startled halt. There was a dark aura radiating off the two of them as they glared at the boy in your arms.

That was when you noticed the reddened faces of your classmates...and the...warmth between your...

Izuku's face was consumed. Disappeared to the ears -which were positively cherry - between your breasts. You had never pulled away from an embrace so quickly.

"YOU ALREADY GET TO DATE THE GIRL WITH ONE OF THE BEST RACKS IN CLASS! YOU GOT SOME NERVE RUBBING OUR NOSES IN IT LIKE THAT!" Mineta screeched, eyes completely white as blood spewed from his nostrils.

And then they were face down on the classroom floor, Tsuyu and Jiro standing over their battered forms. You hardly noticed their beatings, wide eyes gauging your boyfriend's own shocked expression.

The corner of his lip twitched.

Was he-

Aizawa chose then to enter the room, nonchalant as he made his way to the front of the class, scratching his cheek, "Sorry. I overslept."

You quickly - though carefully - placed the action figure in your bag while the class settled down, taking seats and facing forward. Your face was still burning to ashes, eyes unable to stray more than a minute from Izuku's trembling shoulders when he sent small wad of paper over his shoulder and onto your desk.

Sure that Aizawa wasn't looking, you opened it.

Steam hissed from the collar of your shirt.

Don't be too embarrassed. I liked it. A lot.

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Class 1-A's thoughts:

Aoyama: Such an intimate display in such a public place! How very avant-garde. *twinkles*

Bakugo: What the hell? What is this, some kind of porno? Get a fucking room! *blushing slightly, but mostly pissed off*

Hagakure: What is Y/N doing?! We're in class! * *

Iida: THAT IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE! SCHOOL RULES SPECIFICALLY STATE THAT PDA IS PROHIBITED ON SCHOOL GROUNDS! NO MATTER HOW SOFT AND FRAGRANT HER BREASTS MUST BE, THIS IS- WAIT NO I-! *red and denying his last thought even happened*

Jiro: Holy shit. Get it, Y/N. *unimpressed, but supportive*

Kaminari: No way! She's-! SHE'S-!

Kirishima: Whoa, are they for real?! Do they even know everyone is looking at them? Man, Midoriya, you're full of surprises. *is shocked and blushes*

Koda: Oh, gosh! That's so naughty! *hides his face in his hands*

Mina: Whoa-ho! He's been devoured! *wide eyed and covers her mouth*

Mineta: TH-THE LEGENDARY MOTORBOAT! AND BY THE GIRL WITH THE SECOND BIGGEST RACK IN CLASS? MIDORIYA!!!

Momo: Oh, wow! I've heard about this courting ritual! But it seems a bit inappropriate to be carried out in class... *blushes and looks away*

Ojiro: What the-! Geez...my heart can't take much more of this... *blushes, looks away and sighs*

Sato: *sato.exe has stopped working*

Sero: IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING? HE'S NOT EVEN TRYING TO STOP HER! LUCKY!

Shoji: *shocked; his mind genuinely goes blank*

Todoroki: What is...she doing? *is genuinely confused*

Tokoyami: Er...hm. Those two are always so loud. *a little flustered, but mostly unimpressed*

Tsuyu: Y/N is a lot more bold than I thought. *blushes a little, but expression stays the same*

Uraraka: B-BOOBS! *red and shellshocked*

[fallout4reactsblog]

hi!!! i'm a huuuuge fan of this blog, tysm for doing this!! i was wondering if you could do the companions & sole finding the wounded dog random encounter!! tysm! 💖

Cait: “We don’t have time to waste. We need to keep moving on.”

“I know, Cait.” Sole knelt down and pulled a stimpak from their bag.

“We don’t have stimpaks to waste, either. One of us is going to need that.”

“I know, Cait.”

“You’re not even listening. You’re just repeating the same words to acknowledge I’m speaking without hearin’ the words.”

“I know, Cait.”

She threw her hands up in dismay. “I don’t know why I bother.”

“Cait, look.” Sole gestured to the dog who was now on her feet, jumping up to try to lick their face. “Look at how happy she is. We did something good.”

Cait sighed heavily. “Yeah, okay. It is kind of cute.”

Sole absolutely beamed. “I know. Let’s keep her.”

“Well, if you’re gonna keep her, you ought to name her.”

“Any suggestions?”

She frowned in concentration. “Scrapper.”

“I like it. It’s tough, like her. Also, like you, and I like you.”

Cait flushed. “Come on, then. Let’s get back to Sanctuary.”

Scrapper trailed them home.

Codsworth: “Oh, dear. We can’t just leave the poor thing here to die.”

Sole nodded vehemently, already searching for a stimpak in their bag. “I agree.”

Codsworth hovered nearby as sole gently administered the medicine, fretting about the animal’s condition. Thankfully, she was on her feet in no time, albeit a little unsteadily.

“Most excellent work, mum/sir. I think she’s right happy to have your help.”

“You think?” Sole reached down to scratch the dog’s ears. “What should we name her.”

Codsworth searched for a good name. “How about Lady?”

“Like, from ‘The Lady and the Tramp’? I loved that movie as a kid. I watched it a lot.”

“As I recall, young Shaun saw it more than once as well.”

Sole nodded, distantly. “We were gonna get a dog when he was older. A best buddy for him, you know? Teach him responsibility, how to care for something besides himself, the like. We read about it in some parenting book or another.”

“I remember.” He floated a little closer. “Don’t worry, mum/sir. We’ll find young Shaun eventually. We just need to have patience and stay hopeful. Now, why don’t we take Lady to the nearest settlement?”

Sole nodded again, eyes still far away. “Starlight Drive In isn’t far. We’ll take her there.”

Away they went.

Curie: “Oh, mon dieu! Zhis is not good. Not good at all.”

Curie dug through her pockets for a stimpak, hands shaking. Sole silently handed her one of their own from their bag, and she carefully applied it before turning back to them.

“Merci, merci. It is important to help those in need, no?”

“You’re right, Curie. Good eyes to spot her laying here.”

She nodded, stroking the dogs head. She scooted closer and into a better position to receive the affection. “Perhaps we should keep her?”

Sole nodded. “Sure, if you want. Would you like to pick a name?”

“Oh, yes! Perhaps we could choose something classic, like Rosalind? For the famous scientist?”

Laughter filled the clearing. “I like that name. Rosalind it is, Curie.”

She grinned broadly. “ We should take her back to Sanctuary. Zhat way she will be safe, and something like this will not happen again.”

Sole mused on that for a moment. “Having a dog might boost morale, and we could train her to be a guard dog…” They nodded. “I think that’s a good idea. We’ll take her back to Sanctuary.”

They both stood, and Curie linked arms with sole as they started down the path.

“Come along, Rosalind. Let us show you to your new home.”

Danse: “Hold a moment, soldier.”

Sole froze in place. When Danse called for a hold, it was never anything good. “What do you see? Ferals? Raiders? Gunners?”

“No danger, stand down. Come have a look at this.”

They followed him over to where the dog was lying just off the road. Instantly, sole dropped to their knees to inspect the wounds. “Danse, can you get a stimpak out of my bag?”

He exited his power armor so as not to startle the poor creature too much before fetching the stimpak and placing it in sole’s outstretched hand. He knelt down beside them as they administered the medicine, gently petting the dog’s head.

“She seems to be fairly calm.”

He was forced to amend his statement when the dog tackled him to begin placing doggy kisses all over his face. Laughing, he tried to push her off, which was ultimately unsuccessful.

“She’d cause absolute hell on the Prydwen,” sole quipped. “Think of the reaction Quinlan alone would have.”

“Maxson would be pissed. He hates dogs. Do not bring her onto the Prydwen.”

“Okay,” sole said, but he saw the mischievous glint in their eyes.

“I’m warning you, Knight. This is not smart.”

When the dog appeared on the Prydwen, with a dog tag proclaiming it was Elder Maxson himself, Danse was nice enough to not report the newest Knight.

Deacon: “I have a suggestion for what we should do with the dog.”

Sole bent down to administer the medicine in their hand, a look of pure concentration on their face. “I’m listening.”

“We should take her back to HQ and make her the new mascot of the Railroad. We could sew her a little train costume or something. Just imagine what the look on Dez’s face would be.”

Sole laughed softly, petting the dog as she slowly got to her feet. “She would absolutely flip. Carrington would complain nonstop about the fact that she kept eating his paperwork.”

“Exactly.” Deacon snickered. “We could even name her Glory to get the three-in-one, effectively pissing off all three of the Railroad officers.”

They laughed for a while, petting the dog and just imagining the chaos that would ensue. Eventually, their eyes met, and they sobered up.

“Are we actually going to do this?” Sole asked.

“I think we absolutely should. It’d be a crime not to take advantage of this opportunity.”

They looked at each other, nodded, then scooped up Glory and started running for the Old North Church as fast as they could manage.

Hancock: “Shit, she looks to be in an even worse state than I am.”

“Don’t say stuff like that.” Sole bent down to help the dog, but not after glaring at him.

“You’re right,” he said, searching in his pockets for a handful of mentats. “The dog’s in a little bit better shape than me.”

They brandished a stimpak threateningly. “Really, Hancock? Because she’s getting one of these. Do you need one of these?”

He flinched, not keen on the idea of having that thing stabbed violently into his arm. “I think I’ll pass, sunshine.”

“Then stop with the jokes.”

He sighed, scuffing at the dirt with his boot as he kept digging. “So, what’re you gonna name her? I assume you’re gonna keep her.”

“I was thinking Joan.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because Joan sounds like John, and I love both of you, no matter what you look like.”

He was glad that he couldn’t blush anymore. “That’s real sweet of you, sunshine. Romantic. Now I just gotta get her hooked on, I don’t know, mutfruit so she can live up to the name.”

Sole shot him a second glare. “Don’t. You. Dare.”

MacCready: “You’re gonna bother with healing this old mutt?”

Sole shot him a withering glare. “I bother with healing you, don’t I?”

He frowned, clearly disliking that. “We could really use those stimpaks. Giving them away isn’t gonna do anybody any good.”

“It’s gonna do her some good.”

He huffed. “I can’t believe you’re really-”

He was silenced by the dog tackling him to happily lick at his face. He tried in vain to shield himself, but was of course unsuccessful.

“Oh, gross. I’ve got dog spit all over me.”

“I don’t know, you’re hair’s looking better than it ever has before.”

“Ugh, even worse.” He tried to wipe some of it off.

“What do you think for names, huh?”

“You’re really gonna-” The look on sole’s face let him know he was going to get another scathing remark if he finished that sentence. “Buttface.”

They burst out laughing. “Real mature, MacCready.”

“Hey, you asked and I answered. My vote is for Buttface.”

“Perfect,” sole said. “You named it after yourself.”

He frowned. “My name sounds nothing like- Hey, wait a minute!”

Sole’s laughter echoed for miles.

Nick: “Look, kid. I get that you’ve got a bleeding heart, but you can’t help every single creature in the Commonweath.”

“I know,” sole sighed, “but I can’t help it. I love dogs, and if it were my pet…”

“I understand.” The old Nick had absolutely adored dogs, so he knew where sole was coming from. “I’m not telling you you shouldn’t I’m just saying that, for future reference, you need to pick your battles.”

“I’m picking this one,” they declared, bending down to care for the creature. He felt a smile twitching at his mouth.

The dog was up and running in no time, barking happily and even chewing a little on Nick’s metal hand before she decided she didn’t like that. She settled for licking sole’s fingers instead.

“We should name her,” sole said. “Maybe we can even take her back to the agency. She might be able to calm some of the more hysterical clients, as well as protect Ellie.”

“I like that idea,” Nick said. “Should we call her Bones?”

“What, like that pre-war detective show?” He nodded, and sole grinned. “I like that.”

Bones happily joined their little party, following them all the way back to the agency.

Piper: “Oh, Blue. She doesn’t look to be in good shape.”

Sole pursed their lips, clearly conflicted. “I know. I’m gonna try to heal her, but you should stand back, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt if she attacks us as soon as she’s healed.”

“Sure,” Piper said, and she even adhered to the rule for a few seconds before stepping forward once again. As sole administered the stimpak, she gave the poor creature a few scratches behind the ears.

“She seems friendly,” sole noted once she was back on her feet and trying to lick Piper’s face.

“Yeah? Maybe we could take her back to Diamond City. I know that Nat was talking about getting a pet, and a dog would be able to keep her company while I’m gone.”

Sole smiled softly. “I think that’s a great idea, Piper. Should we let her name her, then?”

“I don’t see why not.” Piper gave the dog one last pet before standing. “Come on, girl. Nat’s gonna be so excited to meet you.”

Preston: “General, can I borrow a stimpak?”

Sole screeched to a halt on the road, hands instantly flying to their bag. “Preston, why didn’t you tell me you were hurt? We’ve been walking for hours. How bad is your pain? Where-”

He cut them off. “It’s not for me.”

They froze. “Then who is it for?”

He led them off the road to where a mongrel dog was curled up in the grass. “She’s hurt pretty bad. She can’t even move, so I thought-”

Sole pressed a stimpak into his hand. “You’re such a good man, Garvey. Do what you need to.”

He flushed a little at the complement, but bent to take care of the animal, petting her head while she recovered. “She might make a good guard dog for one of the settlements, don’t you think?”

“I think you’re right. We should give her a name.”

He paused for just a second. “What do you think about Angel?”

“I like it.” Sole patted their leg twice. “Come on, Angel. It’s time to stop slumming. Get a real job. Contribute to society.”

Preston laughed. “Help us get the Commonwealth back on its feet.”

Angel seemed more than happy to oblige.

Strong: “Why human stop? Dog weak. Strong crush dog?”

“No, Strong.” Sole bent down to help the injured creature. “You don’t need to hurt her. She’s alright.”

“Some dogs not alright. Dogs hurt human.”

“Not this one, buddy.”

He hummed noncommittally. “Human not need to help dog. If dog is strong, dog will survive.”

“This one is hurt. It won’t survive without our help.”

“How Strong help?”

“Just watch for bad guys, okay? Let me know if anything comes by.”

Strong turned to the road. “Strong not understand why human help dog, but Strong help human. Strong will watch.”

“Thanks.”

In just a few seconds, the dog was back on her feet, and sole patted Strong’s arm as they went by. “Come on, big guy. Let’s get Mutt back to Sanctuary so she doesn’t get hurt again.”

Strong followed them. “Strong still crush most dogs, right?”

Sole laughed, head tipped back, though Strong didn’t understand why. “Sure. Crush any dogs that aren’t Mutt or Dogmeat.”

Off they went, new group member trailing behind.

X6-88: “Ma’am/Sir, I wouldn’t advise going near that thing. You don’t know that it’s friendly. It’s clearly injured and injured animals are usually dangerous.”

“Relax, X6.” Sole approached the wounded creature with a stimpack in hand. “It’ll be fine.”

“You should really just put it out of its misery. It’s a mongrel. It’s probably going to attack you as soon as it’s physically able to.”

“Why do you always see the worst in everything, X6?”

“I don’t. I’m being realistic.”

Within a few moments, the dog was back on its feet, jumping around. Sole turned to him. “What should we call it?”

“It’s a mutt.” He cocked his gun. “Now that you’ve done what you felt you needed to, let me do my job.”

“X6!”

When his vision cleared, he was on the ground, knocked their by a punch to the face from sole. The dog was sniffing at him, licking his face, and he tried to shove it off to no avail.

“I like the name you came up with,” sole said above him. “Mutt will do just fine.”

He grumbled, still trying to avoid getting dog slobber on his face. “Mutt, I hate you.”

[themalhambird]

Hello! For the word fic ask thing- either #35 or #100 (or both- whatever you're feeling). Can you tell I'm needing angst? >-

It’s pissing down with rain. Which means, because the Captainis a bastard and the sergeants just as bad, Tom- as the youngest- is the sod whohas to go take their prisoner for a walk, because no one who had a choice andwasn’t simple would ever choose to go out in weather like this and certainlynot on to battlements, which is where the warden insists that the prisoner bewalked each day. No way of escaping, off the battlements. No way of escapingfrom a dungeon deep below the earth, either, but the King’s orders are that hispredecessor be given daily exercise and air, so battlements it is. Tom stompshis way down to the cells, blesses his sister for sending him that thick woolcloak for the new year, but otherwise sets together a string of bitter cursesagainst whitebeards who get to lounge in front of the roaring fires whilemaking other people do all the hard work. His footsteps echo as he descends;the further down the stairs he gets the more clearly he can see his own breathin the torchlight. It’ll be miserable, he thinks, for Richard of Bordeaux to besoaked to the skin and then deposited back down here. Maybe he’ll get a cold and die, Tom thinks, and save us all the bother.

The cell door consists purely of iron bars. If it’s been anespecially boring shift, Robin likes to set the food down on the stairs-side ofthings, and make the old king try and reach through the bars for it. He’s gotlong arms, and pretty, slender fingers- he normally reaches. Whether he’s ableto drag it back towards himself without tipping it over on to the stones isanother matter, though he eats it all the same. The king of England, eatingscraps from off the floor like a dog. It’s funny to watch, though Tom never doesit himself. The Captain’s threatened to whip anyone he catches tormenting theircharge. Punishment’s one thing- torture’s another.The warden doesn’t mind it,but then- the warden wasn’t at Crechy with Richard’s da. Tom pauses to unlockthe door, fumbling with the keys a bit. His fingers are cold. He can seeRichard through the bars, huddling in the back right hand corner for warmth, rubbinghis arms as he shivers. Tom finally gets the door unlocked and pushes it open.It creaks on it’s hinges, and Richard flinches, but doesn’t look up. “Come on,”Tom says from the doorway. “Walk time.”

Richard’s shoulders tighten. He doesn’t move, except to raisehis head long enough to through Tom a look of utter contempt and draw furtherin on himself. Tom grits his teeth, anger flaring. So it’s like that today, isit, making life difficult for everyone- hisself included, just because for aprisoner he’s also a proud stubborn bastard who the warden hasn’t had strung upand whipped lately enough to keep him tame? Or maybe he’s just too cold to carewhat happens- well Tom doesn’t want to go outside either, but he’s got hisorders and Richard of Bordeaux can fucking well remember his place; Tom stridesacross the cell to him, grabs him by the front of his shift and hauls him upwards.He slams him against the wall and kicks the back of his left knee as hard as hecan manage. The knee slams in to the stone with an audible thud and a yelp. Tomflips him back around. Richard stares at the ground, head bowed, the model ofsorry obedience. His shift’s torn- His knee’s grazed- there are flecks of bloodwelling up. “Come on,” Tom says again. “Let’s get this over with.” He stepsback and gestures for the prisoner to go ahead- the man knows the way it goesby now. Richard goes ahead and Tom follows behind. At the top of the stairswill be the warden, waiting with the chains.

It takes a long time to get to the top of stairs. Partlybecause there’s a lot of stairs, partly because the prisoner’s limping. Tom chivviesand curses him- but only in his head. It’s his left leg the King’s favouring,and that’s partly Tom’s own doing. Not that he feels guilty, because he doesn’t,but still.

The Warden is not a particularly striking man, not at firstglance. He’s the stocky kind of thin and on the taller end of average height. Brownhair like anybody’s. But then you take a second glance- and a third, and afourth, and you can’t stop looking. There’s something about him that makes itimpossible to look away, to ignore him. Tom doesn’t know what it is. Though onthis particular occasion, Tom thinks it’s probably the way he’s dangling twopairs of manacles from his hand. “Tom, isn’t it? Short straw for you, I’mafraid- the weather is terrible. Bring him to me when you’re done, he’ll need achange of clothes.”

Tom nods, tries to pretend that being so close to the Wardendoesn’t make him swallow his own tongue from nerves, and manages to say, “Yes, SirPiers,” without stumbling. Sir Piers Exton turns to Richard, and clicks histongue.

“Hold these, your grace.” he says, handing Richard one setof the chains. Richard takes them wordlessly. Exton kneels down and fastens theother pair around Richard’s bare ankles. Tom doesn’t know why the Wardeninsists on being the only one who puts chains on the old king, or takes themoff again, though he thinks, perhaps, the humiliated blush on Richard’s cheekas Exton stands again, takes the chains from Richard and bids him turn around withhis hands behind his back might have something to do with it.

The rain’s pissing down.

It’s impossible to hurry: Richard can’t do much more than hobble.He’s soaked to the skin before they’ve gone three yards, shift clinging to him,long hair plastered across his face and shoulders and neck. Between theshackles, and his bare feet, and his leg, and the fact he’s bent over againstthe elements, it’s hard going. Tom keeps a firm grip of his arm- the last thingthey need’s him falling and hurting himself more. At length, they complete thecircuit, and Tom- anxious to get to his own dry clothes- enlists Wat’s help-since Wat was just lounging by the door instead of guarding it, the lazy sod-to carry him to the Warden’s office. Richard doesn’t struggle, which shows howmiserable he is- normally he at least attempts to kick when someone tried to grabhim by the legs. Tom knocks on the door, shoves Richard through it, and is gladto be dismissed instantly.

Richard stands before his gaoler, and tries to relax himselfenough that Exton will be unable to have the satisfaction of seeing him shiver,or hear his teeth chattering together. It’s a futile effort: he was coldbefore, now he’s freezing, and the sudden switch in temperature between hiscell and the battlements, and the Warden’s warm study is enough to make hisfingers and toes tingle in an unpleasant, burning sort of way. He’s grateful whenExton unchains him at once, and hates himself for being grateful. “Out of that,”Exton says, meaning the dripping, tattered shift, and Richard obeys at oncebecause the last time he hesitated when Exton told him to get undressed, thewarden had the clothes torn off him. Exton hands him a sheet and Richard wrapsit tightly around himself, once more pathetically grateful that he’s beenallowed a modicum of comfort. “Sit,” Exton tells him, and Richard sits on thestool opposite the warden’s desk, as the warden goes around to the other side,sits in the chair, and rests his elbows on the desk as he steeples his fingerstogether. “Your cousin has sent you some things,” he says, “ A nice, warm setof clothes, complete with a cloak; also a pair of boots.”

Richard fights to keep his face neutral, because grimacing, scowling,glaring, or otherwise looking unimpressed at the mention of Henry Bolingbroke’sname has a tendency to get him slapped. Not that he supposes he’ll ever see into a mirror again, but he would prefer to keep his face as undamaged aspossible, just in case…

“The king is very generous,” he says politely, because Extonseems to be waiting for him to say something.

“Yes he is,” Exton agrees, “But it wasn’t the king I wasreferring to.”

Richard’s heart skips a beat. The warmth from the fire blazingaway in the hearth  seems to have spreadinside his chest; for the first time in a long, long while Richard feels…happy?“Edward?” he whispers.

“The Duke of York, yes.”

“The Duke of-“ Abruptly, the warmth vanishes ,and Richardfeels his insides crumpling like paper discarded by a frustrated student. “MyUncle is dead?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, the Duke’s father died last year, didn’t youknow?”

“How could we possibly know, we were not informed!”

For the briefest of moments, Exton looks startled. Richardis himself startled by his sudden blaze of temper- a fire sprung up out ofnowhere from ashes they had both long thought were colder than death itself.But then, Richard has never handled losing people well, and there were athousand things he wanted to say to Edmund of Langley, and a thousand thingsthat he wanted to hear from Edmund of Langley, and now it is all too late, toolate…and Ned has lost his father, and Richard is not there to comfort him, andRichard loathes Bolingbroke as he has never loathed before. They should havetold him. They should have let him go to him.

Exton masks his surprise quickly enough. “Sit. Down.”  he says softly, and Richard realises that hehas shot to his feet.

He sits, because he wants to cling to the anger inside him.It is so much better than apathy, so lovely to be feeling something again, andif he stays on his feet and gives defiance to his captor, it will be beaten outof him in a matter of hours, flames of temper quenched by pain and misery andfear. “Forgive me, my lord” he whispers, lowering his eyes to the floor beforeExton can say anything else. “It was the shock, I had no idea-I’m sorry, I’msorry-“ he mumbles, and bites the side of his hand to show that he’s anxiousand afraid, because there is no Court for him to hide such gestures from,anymore.

“You are forgiven, your grace.” Exton says, and Richardlowers his hand to his lap, and looks up. The tears prickling at his eyes arefor York, and not his own misconduct, but Exton will see what he wants to see,which is King Richard broken for Exton’s master Bolingbroke so-called Harry thefourth. “As I was saying, the Duke of York sent you some things-“ he pauses, asthough considering something. “Prove to me that you can behave,” he says, “fora week. Just so that we can be sure that little outburst of yours was, indeed, justthe shock, and not the start of a return to old ways. Then you may have theclothes that your cousin sent you. For now, I’ll find you another shift. Youcan sit in here until your hair is dry; I don’t want you catching a cold.”

‘Then don’t force me to walk out in the rain,’ Richardthinks contemptuously, ‘and don’t lock me up in hole that’s colder than an icehouse at Christmas.’ Outwardly, he bows his head  once more and whispers: “Thank you, my lord.” Healmost means it. In a week’s time, he will have the things that his Edward sentto him- for the now, he knows that Edward is alive, that he is (surely) well. Yorkis dead, and Richard is sad, but now the shock is over, and the assurance thathe has not been abandoned, he has not been forgotten, is starting to warmRichard all over again.

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Fic prompt: hate/revenge fucking. (preferably M&S but I'm open if you have a better idea).

Last @fictober fic. This one is pure smut, and sounded a lot better in my head. I’ve been meaning to write a hate fuck fic, but it turns out that it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. Hope this is what you had in mind, anon. Also, thanks for the prompt!

“I can’t fucking believe you, Scully!” Mulder shouted, forwhat seemed like the thousandth time today.

“That’s shocking coming from a man who literally believeseverything!” She retorted as her hands clenched into tightly coiled fists.

“Oh, don’t even start with me! If I had been the one to gooff on a road trip alone with the Smoking Man, you would have called medelusional and crazy!” He spit out.

“You would have done exactly what I did, without anyhesitation! You’re only pissed because I ditched you! You don’t like being onthe other end of it, do you, Mulder?!” She hissed as she took a step closer tohim.

Their chests were almost touching, but neither was going toback down.

“You were played, Scully! Think of what he could have doneto you! He could have killed you or worse! You were stupid for going anywherewith him!” He said through gritted teeth.

“I can take care of myself, Mulder! I’m not some fuckingdamsel in distress!” She shouted back. “Now get the fuck out of my way so I canleave!”

He was standing in front of the door, blocking her fromleaving his apartment.

“We’re not done here, Scully!” He said with a forceful tone.

“Yes, we are.” She responded.

Her armed slammed against his chest and shoved him into thedoor harder than either one of them expected her two. She caught him off guardthe first time, but the second time she tried to hit him again, he grabbed herwrists.

“Fuck you, Mulder!” She hissed.

He twisted her wrist around so that he had her pressedface first into his door with her hands pinned against the wall. He pressed hisbody against hers. A surprised moan left Scully’s left as she felt hishalf-hard cock against her ass.

Mulder hadn’t meant for anything to come out of theirpositions, but Scully’s moan went straight to his dick.

“Is that what you really want? Is that why you went withSpender?” He breathed out against her ear as he grinded his dick into his asssome more. “Was this all to make me jealous?”

Mulder was too preoccupied to notice that his grip on Scully’swrists had loosened up just enough for her to wriggle free and get the drop onhim. She turned around and swiped at Mulder’s legs, sending him flying to theground.

He managed to get a good enough grip on her waist to pullher down with him.

“You’re such an asshole, Mulder.” Scully croaks out. Herbreathing has already started to increase.

Scully was straddling Mulder’s waist. Her skirt had gottenbunched up around her waist, and she was sure that even if Mulder couldn’t feelthe wetness from her panties he knew it was there. That somehow pissed Scullyoff even more.

Mulder’s grip on Scully’s wait tightened and he pulled her downto feel his completely hard cock. She would have bruises in the morning fromhis hands.

Scully retaliated by swooping down to take Mulder’s bottomlip in-between her lips, biting down until she could taste blood.

He hissed in pain, but didn’t pull away. Instead Mulderwrestled his own teeth around Scully’s lips. He ripped his hands away from herhips to rip open her button down shirt, sending tiny white buttons flying allover his floor. His hands were instantly on Scully’s breasts, and somehow theirbrutal teeth and lip battle had turned into Scully shoving her tongue into hismouth, still raw with the taste of his blood.

Their moans were muffled by the sounds of sore, needy lipscrashing together. Their anger was still boiling just below the surface, but amore primal instinct had taken over: desire.

Scully’s hands clawed at Mulder’s jeans until they wereunzipped just enough for her to rip his hard cock out of his pants.

He pulled away from her lips for just long enough to groanout “fuck.” And then her lips were back on his as her hand jerked him with abrutal force that on any other night might hurt.

Mulder knew that if he didn’t put an end to this soon, he’dbe done just by her hands, and that’s what he needed. It wasn’t what either oneof them needed.

He shoved his hand between their bodies and ripped at rippedat the fabric of Scully’s panties until the tore piece of fabric ended updiscarded, just like any notions of boundaries they had set in the past.

Scully had taken all of Mulder inside of her before he had achance to catch his breath, and she wasn’t taking it slow.

She set a brutal pace, and Mulder happily obliged bythrusting his hips up to meet her movements.

She was taking what she wanted from him, finally. His hands gripped at her waistin the same tender spot as earlier. Her nails dug at the flesh of his chest throughhis white t-shirt.

“Fuck you, Mulder!” Scully breathed out as she slammed herhips against him. “You fucking asshole!”

“Fuck you too, Scully!” He responded before flipped him overso that he was on top.

She wasn’t the only one who needed to get some frustrationout. Mulder continued the brutal pace. He fucked into her like it was the lastthing he was ever going to do.

The new angle was just right for Scully. She was so close,but… “Mulder!” She hissed.

Somehow he just knew what she needed. They were partners,after all. He reached between them and roughly stroked her throbbing clit. One.Two. Three. And then her walls were contracting around him, and her hands werepulling at his hair as she let out a long, loud scream.

He buried his head into her neck as he spilled himself intoher then collapsed from exhaustion right after.

They both lay there for a while, chests heaving, bodiesflushed against each other. Mulder’s head was still buried in Scully’s neck,and Scully’s hand was idly playing with his hair. Neither moved as they basked in the post-orgasm haze, too afraid toface what came next.

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"Whew! Holy cats, I thought I'd never get through that Rubik's Cube…"

My hand came up to push into my face. Not that it really mattered; I could barely feel it. "At least I could kinda help with that one. The other two gates were… yeah, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Kniv-"

"Enough," Knives panted as she wiped the sweat from her brow on her striped scarf. It was pretty weird that she was wearing it in the middle of summer, but I had a feeling it was kind of part of her 'battle outfit' or something. "Didn't I… tell you that I'm… doing this for both of us? Not just you?"

"But watching you stare into the mirror… man, I thought you were gonna turn into that other reflection of you with all the purple buffalo in the background…"

The sweet smile made my pulse race. Somewhere. Not in the body I was in within my body, but the body outside of my… body… this is really annoying to explain, as I have just realised while trying to do so. Point is, seeing her smile makes me smile, too. "Anything for you, Kim Pine. Serious and mysterious."

"Alright, alright. Just try not to get killed or then I'll be really hacked off."

The thing I still couldn't figure out was how I guessed all of this so accurately. Probably something subliminal about it; there's no way it was a coincidence. But everything, the three gates, the rhino and warthog, the high-walled chambers we had to fight our way through, came to pass exactly as I snarked in a would-be joking tone. If I made it a reality by saying it… man did I fuck myself royally.

At this point, Knives and I were at the top of a ledge that ran the entire circumference of a round room, closer to the ceiling. It was over a dozen meters to the ground, and another three or four up to the ceiling from where the walkway was positioned. Once she flipped down into that pit, it would be her against the sixteen-eyed monster that stood between us and the final chamber. Maybe we would luck out and it wouldn't really have a laser cannon in its chest, but after everything I'd seen, that felt like a pretty horrible bet to take.

"We don't even know that getting past this thing will be worth the effort," I whispered. "What are we going to find in the sub-chamber? How is it gonna help me at all?"

"Dunno. Just… okay, should I use the save point? Because the room already locked behind us, and if I need some kind of item that we didn't find on our way here…"

"Right, I know. Like, do we really wanna have to go through the gates all over again if we don't use it?"

"Yeah." Glancing back at the closed-and-shut door, then over at the spinning, glowing book that floated above a magic circle on the floor, she flashed me a huge shrug. "I think I can take him, but like, you're right; do we lock down how far we've come, or give ourselves a way to double back for power-ups?"

Facepalming, which didn't do much since I could see through my hand, I sighed, "Whatever. Just please be careful?"

"Okay. Here goes nothing…"

Knives walked over and touched the save point. Now we were committed. Once the glow faded from her skin, she gave me a thumb's up before leaping down to land in front of the beast.

Watching her at work is like watching Russian ballet, only with green blood spraying everywhere. Darting back and forth, hiding behind pillars to dodge the worst of its needle attacks, and then hopping out to slice it up as much as she could. It smacked her around a few times, but she was doing some pretty decent damage… until it got her with the laser cannon. Then she was fried to ash, and there as nothing I could do…

But wait for her to respawn at the save point. I was a ghost; I didn't affect anything, other than to talk to her and give her ideas.

"Whoa, did… that really happen just now?"

"Man, I'm glad that worked," I told her, feeling like years had been shaved off my afterlife. "I… oh Knives…"

That definitely didn't sound like me, and she noticed, turning back from where she had been approaching the edge of the catwalk. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah. Just… just not ready to see you get hurt. Even if you pop right back in, that was still…"

"But you saw me get beaten up by Gideon before, right? So what's the difference?"

I scoffed. "Didn't have much of a personal investment in you then. And that was scary, too."

"He wasn't a real threat."

"He seemed to beat up Scott pretty thoroughly!"

"Yeah." Her smile was pretty confident, yet somehow still adorable, like she was about to break out into the world's cutest maniacal laughter. "But he's got nothing on me. Be right back."

And she was. I could tell it was almost done for, but then it did a stomp move that knocked her onto her butt. The next stomp squished her flat. But she popped back in thanks to our handy checkpoint and jumped straight back down there again. And again. And again. Eventually, I had to stop watching the moment she bit it or I would have been screaming and sobbing, despite having no physical tears to shed. But each time, she got a little better.

"Dude, give it up. Maybe they can figure out a way to pull you out of here from this save point. Do you have a Wing Bottle, maybe?"

"No… way!" she panted, leaning back against the wall as she caught her breath. Apparently, even though the save point respawned her, it wasn't respawning her stamina entirely. She still needed a break before trying again. "I got this! And… I'm not giving up on you!"

"You should! I'm not worth this! God, I know you want to win, and I think you can, but watching you die over and over is… I hate it!"

Frowning, she pushed off and came over to hug me very briefly. By which I mean she put her arms around my ghostly form and kinda held them there, giving the impression of a hug, which was close enough. "Sorry. I'd hate watching you do that, too… but we gotta win this. And I will; I think I've about got his pattern down. I just have to remember not to tuck-and-roll at that moment when I think I need to again, and I'll be good."

"Did you notice what he does before he fires off the canon? The way his top two eyes blink?"

"What? No, I didn't! Okay, that'll really help, because like, I was just waiting to see the chest open and then it's almost too late to duck…" Nodding a couple off times, she then smiled over at me. "Yeah, I'll watch for it. Thanks!"

"What 'thanks'? I'm basically helping you help me. Go on."

The final attempt was a thing of beauty to watch. Knives had that chump on the ropes the whole time, snapping at his tentacles with her blades and ducking out of their reach, away from the needles that shot out of them, and then dodging the laser cannon because of me pointing out the blinking thing. She had a pretty good dodge ratio even before that, but seeing her get out of the way every time was a lot more satisfying. Then, once he did the duck-down halfway through the fight, getting ready to slam, she sliced his stupid wings off and he got pissed the way he does, firing the laser in an up-down pattern that she had to dodge by ducking and then jumping up to grab the ledge. Didn't take much of that for her to wear him down so she could dart in and poke out the last remaining eyes. Once he was blind, all she had to do was stab the crystal on his back and he was down for good.

"YES!" she cheered, falling to her knees. "I… I did it! I did it!"

We both shouted our celebrations for a few seconds as I drifted down, wishing I could hug her. After a few minutes of that I said, "Oh man… what a jerk! If my fist wasn't invisible I would punch him."

"Now?"

"Yeah, now! He messed with my girl!"

Knives's flush took on a different meaning. "Awww, you called me your girl. I'm gonna give you so many kisses when you have a face again!"

"I… just… o-okay," I managed to stammer, ignoring her giggle as she started walking. "Wait, shouldn't you go back to the save point?"

"Nah, it's too far up to get to it without timing wall jumps for hours. And anyway, now that I have the pattern down, I can blow through that boss pretty easy if I have to again. Muscle memory, right?"

So I followed her forward into the next chamber. The innermost one, where the "real me" was supposed to be, if this was all coming true as we went. Crazy, but it was hard to argue with the proof when it was right in front of us like that.

This chamber really did look like the inside of a heart. The walls were a dark red, slick and nasty, and in the center was a cage made of stone. We took a quick look around, hoping to spot any crazy vampires or fire-breathing lizard-turtles that would want to kill Knives — and by extension, my chances of being able to move ever again — and saw nothing. So instead, we rushed to see what was in the cage.

It was me. Or at least, it was some weird version of me that I could only describe as a princess. Her hair was about half a meter longer and done in some kind of gentle wavy curls that I could never pull off in a million hours of crimping, and she was wearing a white dress that showed off the rack that I don't really have. Her upper arms weren't nearly as jacked as mine are from drumming, but they were still toned. Basically, this was what I would look like if I dieted perfectly, had my own stylist and was also on my way to a debutante ball or whatever.

"Oh!" Princess Pine gasped when she spotted Knives. "You have come for me, Prince Chau!"

"Prince?" Knives muttered with a frown.

"Yes! You are the prince and I am the princess, waiting f-"

"She's not a dude!" I shouted in my best heckling voice. What the hell was this supposed to be? I was instantly offended by her very existence.

"I'll not hear a word from you, pretender!" she said, voice somewhere between angry and frightened. "The NegaKim must be vanquished!"

For a few seconds, we just blinked at her. It was me who asked, "The what?"

"NegaKim! 'Tis you who has been in charge of my body, stealing everything I could have done for night a decade of years! A shame and a disgrace to my face!"

"Wait," Knives put in, holding up a hand. The other one was still holding a dagger; she wanted to be at least semi-prepared for a sudden attack. "What are you talking about, 'NegaKim'?"

"She is NegaKim! I am the real Kim Pine, of course! Forced into this Gorgon Maiden by nefarious means, kept prisoner by the evil twin-spirit who took over my physical form! While my prince wasted her efforts on her, when I would have been much more appreciative!" She was still talking with all that righteous fire, but saying that last part I could see her blush a lot worse than I usually did. And it looked better on her. Goddamn it, I couldn't even be the hottest version of Kim Pine, which really rankled.

Knives had a different observation. "Well, at least she's getting the pronouns right…"

"Listen, you," I growled angrily. "Fuck the hell off. It's my body, I've had it for twenty-five years, and I'm not handing it over to some… frilly, froofy cunt!"

That gave her one of those affronted faces you only see in movies set in the 1800s. After she recovered, she hissed, "You'll regret this! I don't know how, but you will, I'll…" There were tears in her eyes. This was pretty legit for a fake-ass bitch trying to steal my spot in life. Her fists were trying to rattle the bars of her little cage as she shouted, "I'm going to get out of here, I swear it!"

"Okay, okay," Knives hissed, raising her hand again to encourage her to calm down. "What if we get you out, and you can go away somewhere else? Isn't that a good, like… compromise? OH! What if we got a robot-Kim, and you could go live in there?"

"My prince… can't you see that I am your intended?" she pleaded with her, leaning so far against the bars that her face was trying to push between them. "Not her, me! She will hurt you, but I would cradle your heart as if a baby bird! I… all I want is to make you happy!"

Everyone was quiet for a few seconds. I turned back to Knives and shrugged. "Well? She's the girl of your dreams. All the freckles, and none of the acid-tongue. Plus she's way cuter."

"Nah," Knives said without any hesitation. "I know who I love, and it's you. This is some other test and I'm gonna pass this one, too. And the next one, and the next, until I break you out and we can both go get sushi or something."

As I was grinning at her, beyond any level of love for her that I had previously thought possible, I dimly noticed Princess Pine collapsing on the floor in a flurry of sobs. Oh well, too bad. Better luck next time. As we were sharing that moment, someone came along to interrupt it…

"How dare you thwart my plans! I've been waiting for this to come to fruition for seven years!"

If my face could have paled any further than ghostly white, it would have.

"Simon Lee."

To Be Continued…