#she lit into me and my manager told me that she has no idea where the incident forms are

[lilac-melody]

If I can stop getting scolded at work over my refusal to ask for help that would be fantastic

[lovelywritinglady]

For our little writers' Art Trade...! Gyomei has no idea how much his small Fem!Reader lover enjoys seeing her beloved show his strength like he does during the Training Arc... Honestly, it's a HUGE turn-on to see him move a boulder with ease or stand in the middle of flames while balancing heavy weights over his back... Or see him hugging kitties. Sadly, Reader is weak and can only help train Demon Slayers by feeding them, much like Tengen's wives do. She is kinda motherly and that in return turns Gyomei on SO HARD. Where she is weak, he is strong, and vice versa. Maybe some smut? Maybe they sneak out to take out the NEED they lit in each other? I would be eternally thankful!

I shall do my best!!

Strength and Weakness 

Gyomei Himejima x Fem!reader

In which you and your strong lover cannot contain the burning love for each other even in important times.

Fluff, SMUT, size kink, praise, outside sex, desperation sex, maybe out of character Gyomei.

It’s been nearly four weeks since the training with the Hashiras began. You had been working with your husband, Gyomei, to wip these young demon slayers into shape. However, most of them have yet to show true promise and the few who you think could are still training with the other Hashira. Knowing that the only reason that they are even going through such rigorous training is because of Muzan. The mere thought of Muzan would make anyone here shiver with either anticipation for a fight or pure fear.

Today marked the third day that this batch of young demon slayers were attempting to push the massive boulder that your husband had told them to move. It’s size was impressive to say the least but to your husband it was child’s play. He was strong and was considered the strongest Hashira around.

You could definitely attest to that as through out your relationship with the strong man, you had seen him push boulders nearly five times the one that he’s making these young demon slayers push, and for much longer. He was truly an impressive man and you knew that you had been blessed to have him as yours and only yours. However, it’s had been nearly four weeks since your husband last touched you.

Four weeks since you had felt his strong arms around your body in glorious passion. You were beginning to get antsy and it didn’t help when you saw his strong arms and ripped muscles flex as he pushed boulders or showed how to say his mantra at the waterfall training area. Your body flowed with desire for him and you could tell he felt the same. Seeing him being so soft and kind to the students ignited a fire within you. Not to mention the time he was absentmindedly holding a small black and white kitten while he was giving instructions. It didn’t feel fair but you knew that waiting was the right thing to do as you didn’t want any of the students to see the two of you in such a way.

Just as you were trying to think of anything else the very man in question passed by you pushing a boulder. His face calm as he chanted his mantra. While his muscles were in full display as the veins in his arms were bulging out. God you loved him. God how much you needed him. You were glad In that moment that he couldn’t see as the look you were giving him was simply sinful. Your body felt hot as your pussy ached with the absence of his cock. You needed him, your craved him and you knew it was only a matter of time before you were going to snap. You heard footsteps behind you and turned around to see one of the young demon and quite tired demon slayer students.

“Mrs. Himejima, I’m sorry to ask you this, but when do you think dinner will be ready?” One of the young demon slayers asked you with a strained voice as politely as he could manage.

“In about five minutes, tell the others for me will you?” You responded giving the poor tired boy a sweet smile as you did your best to push down the burning desire you had for your husband.

Meanwhile…

Gyomei had just wrapped up the waterfall demonstration as he noticed some of the young demon slayer students practically sprinting to the area that he knew his sweet wife was in. He decided to go there himself needing to hear your sweet voice after a long days of hearing the complaints of others. He sighed wiping the tears that had recently streamed down his face doing his best to look presentable to you. Soon, he had made it to you as a smile was present on his face.

To him, you were the very definition of perfection. Despite your physical weakness, you were kind. And to him, that was the greatest strength that anyone could have. He admired you for that and your kindness was one of the many reasons that he fell in love with you in the first place. He may not be able to see you but his soul knew that you were his and he was yours. And like you, he was getting very impatient for you. Hearing you day and day out being so sweet to these poor kids and how much you wanted to help him made him incredibly grateful and not to mention horny. He neeed you and he knew you needed him too. Now, he was probably the most patient man out there but when it came to you, it was though all reason and logic left him completely.

The thought of the way your smaller body sucked him in like it was meant to make him take a deep breath. His cock was beginning to grow and he tried his best to rid himself of such impure thoughts but hearing you now speaking so gently, so motherly, make him want to take you into the woods and make you the mother that he knew that you wanted to be. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Honey, would you like some too?” You asked suddenly as Gyomei had realized he was just standing here lost in the sinful thoughts of you.

“Yes my dear, thank you.” He responded after a few moments taking the massive plate of rice balls that you had made shivering slightly at the warm touch of your fingers brushing against his.

“You’re welcome! I made those just for you. I know you’ve been working really hard!” You beamed at him doing your best not to lose control at the mere sight of your husbands tall godlike stature in front of you. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows as you had full view of his muscular arms still wet from the waterfall as his veins were in full view. You were doing your best but were practically drooling from just his arms. “Fuck.” You breathed out

“What was that, darling?” He asked putting one of his very large hands on your cheek, stroking it softly.

“N-nothing!” You chirped feeling slinky embarrassed for not keeping it together. “I hope you like them!” You quickly added

“I’m sure I will! If they are made by my sweet wife, then I know I’ll love them.” Gyomei spoke as pure adoration was lacing every word.

“Love?” You whispered

“Yes?” He asked bending down as he knew you needed to tell him something that only he needed to hear.

“I need you.” You whimpered finally admitting the thing you’ve needed to for four weeks now. “I know that we need to be professional but I can’t stand it anymore, I need you my husband. I need you. Please.” You added sounding so desperate so needy and who was Gyomei to deny you.

Without so much as a word, he set his plate gently down on a long and grabbed your hand as softly as he could and began walking into the woods a little too quickly. You began stumbling on your feet, barely tripping. Because of this, your husband quick as he could picked you up bridal style and now quicker than before, carried you far into the woods where he was positive that no one would wander. The very last thing he wanted was for someone’s innocent eyes to see what sinful acts he was about do upon his sweet wife.

Soon, he had found a suitable spot and had gently put you down on the soft grass. You hadn’t stopped looking at him the entire time as your mid was swimming with hundreds of scenarios that could happen in this very forest. Pussy was now soaking due to your excitement and impatience. Gyomei knew this as he could feel your wetness as he carried you earlier as his own make a sizable spot on his pants.

Gyomei then kneeled down and hovered over your smaller frame. He then without warning latched himself onto your neck. Kissing it roughly then softly allowing for you to fully grasp the sensation. And grasp you did as your whole body jerked with every kiss and every nip he was giving you. Your moans were loud and it was evident that he was doing well but could tell you needed more.

“Oh god, Gyomei please I need you.” You moaned out solidifying what he already knew.

“I know my love, I know.” He breathed out as he decided to start kissing down your chest more leaving a massive trail of love marks and kisses making your head spin as you grabbed a massive fistful of his spiky hair causing him to loudly grunt. He began sucking the skin on your hip making you buck up in response.

“Please!” You whined out needing more than this.

“Patience darling.” He whispered pressing kisses down your pussy causing your back to arch.

Without warning, he pushed your panties to the side and latched himself on your clit sucking it softly. His tongue began circling it making you moan your husbands name louder. Gyomei then proceeded to insert one of his large fingers into your needy hole and began pumping it in the way he knew you loved.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum soon.” You moaned out pushing his head down against you as you began impinge is face softly.

He hummed in response as he inserted another finger slightly picking up the pace as he began scissoring your hole so that you were ready for him. Gyomei was content in his work as being intimate with you like this made him feel so accomplished. Knowing the he was the one to make you feel this good make his cock ache in his pants even more than it already had. Feeling bold, he decided that it was best to insert one more of his thick fingers.

“Gyomei!” You screeched as your climax had finally reached it peak. Your juices flowing into your husbands mouth as he greedily drank then with pleasure. Your then squeezed his head from the overstimulation you were feeling. You moaned his name over and over again as your vision went blurry and body numb from your orgasm. When he finally finished his meal, he lifted his head and gave you a sweet smile, his face covered in your pleasure.

“You did well, love. Would you like to continue?” He asked making sure you were going to be okay taking him.

“Y-yes. I need you.” You whimpered coming down from your incredible high that only Gyomei could give you.

“Good.” He spoke as his voice suddenly got deeper.

“Would you like me to take care of you?” You asked sitting up slightly as you watched him take off his clothes.

“I just need to feel you as you are. I’m getting rather impatient now my love.” Gyomei said as he suddenly picked you up as he latched his lips hungrily onto your own. You wrapped your arms around his strong neck as your boobs pressed against his hard chest.

Your eyes widen at the ferocity of his kiss. His tongue mixing with yours without warning. A moan escaped from his throat and that very sound sent shivers or pleasure down your spine. His arms gripped your smaller body as one of his hand heals you against him as the other gripped your ass firmly. You were shaking from this needing more.

“Honey..” you whined out.

But as soon as your spoke, your husband took his hand off your ass and desperately undid his pants, freeing his hard and sensitive cock. He the, rather boldly, grabbed your panties and ripped them off of your body like he was picking a flower.

“G-gyomei.” You stuttered shocked at his eagerness.

“Just need you and they were in the way of you.” He grunted and you whimpered my his show of strength. “Are you ready, dear?” He added making sure to take time to make sure you were comfortable.

“Mhmmm.” You moaned out

“Use your words sweet one.” Gyomei calmly asked.

“Yes! Please fuck me!” You cried out desperately feeling more and more desperate the longer this gets drawn out.

“Good girl.” He whispered in your ear as he lined himself with your pussy.

You felt the thick tip of his cock beginning to push in. You were more than ready to take him, wet from your previous orgasm. However, your husband, was not a small man. Meaning his cock was huge and no matter how long you prepared yourself, it would always be a slight challenge to take him. You were a smaller woman after all.

The burning sensation as his cock entered you made you suck on your breath at the pain. You gripped onto his shoulders digging into his skin. He grunted softly feeling how tight your pussy was against him a small smile graced his scarred face as the sensation he was longing for, praying for, was finally here after so long. Soon, after taking his time, his cock filled you up completely making you moan out his name. He stayed still allowing for you to adjust even more.

“Y/n, my darling, I’m going to move now. Is that okay?” He asked you softly as you felt his hands drift down to your ass once again.

“Yes!” I cried out with clear frustration in your voice.

“Good.” Gyomei responded

He then moved his hips slowly making sure that he wasn’t going to hurt you. Hearing your whimpers make him feel slightly crazy but he knew going too fast now would make you not be able to walk the next day. And he certainly didn’t want to embarrass you. However, your next words surprised him.

“Gyomei,dammit, stop being so nice to me and fuck me. I need it.” You cried out almost angry.

And that was the very encouragement he needed. Gyomei then pulled his cock out, only leaving the tip in making you whine in response before snapping his hips hard.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out as tears began pricking your eyes.

Your husband gripped your hips and ass as he began fucking you relentlessly. His pace was quick as his cock was hitting your cervix hard making your eyes roll back. He then began kissing and sucking on the most sensitive part of your neck making you moan loud. Your body was completely and utterly his in this moment as he was fucking you like never before. His grip on your ass would leave bruises and you knew that, not that you minded. Gyomei was grunting loud as he was pounding you in the air. Holding you like you weighed nothing. Using your body to his liking and god you loved it. You let him know how much you loved it scratching his back and moaning his name like a mantra. As you scratched you made sure not to hurt him.

“Harder my love, dig into my flesh!” He yelled out before crashing his lips hungrily onto yours.

And so, you did. You dig as deep and hard as you could as your husband went even faster than before making your mind and body feel like it was floating in ecstasy. The pain you felt before was long gone but you need for your husband grew and grew with each of his powerful thrusts. You began to cry due to overstimulation and the fact that you loved your husband so dearly.

“I-I love you so much.” You blabbered out as your tears poured out from your e/c eyes.

“I love you too, my darling.” Gyomei spoke out as his own tears started to flow as well. It wasn’t uncommon to see him crying but on this occasion it solidified his feelings for you. He was crying because of how much he loved you, how good you felt, and how thankful he was to have a woman like you in his life. And as he was pouring you he makes a silent prayer to God thanking him for you.

His grip on you increased as he felt himself close to cumming. His pace was erratic as the anticipation to his release was overwhelming. Your pussy was so tight, warm, and made perfectly for him. As for you, your own climax was soon as well. He was overwhelming all of your senses as you had already cum. Your body was far more sensitive than it had been in a long time due to waiting so long. You began to shake as you were getting weaker and weaker. However, you knew that even if you let go completely, your husband would hold you up due to his strength.

“Honey, m’gonna cum soon.” You blabbered out looking at his pleasure filled face.

“Me too, my darling, me too. I’m going to cum inside of you. Is that alright?” He asked quickly as his breathing became ragged.

“Y-yes. I want it.” You wined taking your turn to capture his lips with yours as you stuck your tongue in his mouth as your hands found new strength and gripped his hair roughly. His pace quickened as did his breathing. And soon you husband came as he held you closer to him as his dick was inside you fully.

“Oh my y/n, my one, my love.” He moaned out like he was praying a mantra.

You felt his thick cum filling you up like a warm embrace. You felt so full, so warm, so content. And as your husband held you, he brought one of his large hands yo your clit and began rubbing it in small circles, in the way you loved. He used the mixture of his cum and your slick to bring you pleasure. And just like that, you came hard. Your orgasm wracking your body with indescribable pleasure. His cock still stuffed deeply inside you as Gyomei could feel you tightening around him causing him to grunt as he decided to hump you slowly, enjoying the overstimulation that you were giving him.

“My love. Oh god!” You cried out still shaking from your high.

“I love you.” Gyomei whispered in your ear as he brought his left hand up to wipe the sweaty hair off your face as he placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too. I’m so glad we did this.” You told him still in his embrace with his cock still inside you.

“Me as well. And as much as I’d love to do this again, we have students to attend too my darling love.” He said hesitantly as he gave you one more forehead kiss.

“Yeah, even if we did have time, I’m not sure my body could handle that again.” You admitted feeling tired. You laid your head on his chest taking deep breaths basking in the after glow of sex.

“Are you tired now?” He asked as he slowly pulled out making you gasp at the empty feeling.

“Yes, very.” You responded doing your best to sad on your own as he put you down. The feeling of his cum running down your legs made you shiver with the memory of recent events.

“Good I know you’ve been more restless recently. So I suggest you nap for awhile. I’ll tell the students.” He suggested as he put his clothes back on, doing his best to look at leafy semi presentable.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” You yawned taking his arm to balance yourself. “But first I think I need to clean myself first.” You acknowledged feeling a bit gross due to the amount of sweat that was just on your body.

“It’s as though you read my mind, my love.” He spoke with a smile as he hoisted you up again. You were more than accepting of his gesture as your legs were too wobbly to walk properly. “There is a spring near by so we’ll go there and cleanse you, my darling.” He spoke softly sensing you were falling asleep.

“Thank you, my love.” You sleepily replied as you closed your eyes and snuggled into his warm embrace.

Gyomei then took you to that spring and clean you up all while you were too tired to do really anything. Your husband didn’t mind whatsoever as he loved doting and taking care of you. He was a lucky man and he knew that. Once you were all clean, he put your clothes back on your tired body and walked back to camp. As he did some of the students were questioning why you were in his arms and if you were okay. But he simply replied that you needed rest. Soon, he found a nice shady tree and place you under it. The grass was soft enough and this he kissed your lips and said a silent prayer to the gods for you. He then went back to the students and resumed his training to make sure these young demon slayers were ready for the fight with Muzan.

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[st4rymoon]

hi i have an idea 😋

can u do a fic where Steven and the reader are in a friend-with-benefits situation but she doesn’t know he’s a superhero so while she was reading fanfics on her new celebrity, the new white suit vigilante Steven saw her screen and had an idea to make her feel good 🤸

This was so fun to write HEHEHE😽 I have a feeling the suit would give Steven a boost of confidence… I see him getting more daring and touchy than usual. He just feels like he has a stronger power over you than usual 🙊

☾˚⋆𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡

✶ 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵: After joking about how you think the white masked vigilante could kiss you better than he could, Steven decides to put it to the test.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: p in v, brattish reader, unprotected sex, creampie, language, sex! in Mr. Knights suit xx, dumbification on both sides, soft dom steven, friends with benifits, very slight choking

"I wonder if he's cute." You smiled as the photos of a new vigilante flooded your feed. A white suit with moon-embroidered accents that was well-fitted on the stranger fighting off some robbers.

Steven sat beside you as you talked about how you'd bet money the man behind the suit was handsome. Unbeknownst to you, the man under the suit was, in fact, attractive and sitting right next to you.

Steven managed to keep under the radar from cameras and news outlets, but sooner or later, he knew he'd be caught when fighting crime. "And if he is cute, what then?" Steven curiously asked.

"Might have to kiss him, ya know, for keep us safe and all," you wink as you stand beside him. His eyes trailed with your form as you packed up your belongings. "You think he'd kiss better than me?" Steven asked with a teasing pout as he stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist.

His lips softly kissed down your neck and onto your shoulders as you tried to ignore the hard-on pressing against your ass. "Maybe, might even fuck me better," you teased. Steven scoffed at your words; he knew you were trying to poke his buttons, and it worked. Even when the man you were talking about was him.

"We'll just have to see about that, huh?" he smiled as you pulled away from him with an eye roll.

A few days later, you again ended up at Steven's flat. Waiting for him to return from whatever shenanigans he was up to today. You decided to kill some time and go on your phone, scrolling through your Tumblr as you came across a new writer appearing on your feed. Moonknight smut.

Moonknight? Is this the name of the new sexy superhero? You squealed as you turned onto your stomach and got lost in the reading. The story pulled you to the point that you didn't even hear Steven walk into the flat.

He tip-toed quietly to you and took a look at your screen. He followed along as you read without you noticing his ninja-like movements. Steven chuckled at the filthy words you read, deciding it was a good idea to announce himself as he summoned his suit.

You jumped as you heard a loud noise from behind you. "I've been told you're quite fond of my suit," you heard from the suited figure before you.

Your mouth dropped at the familiar voice. "S-Steven?" you gasped as you stood from the bed. "I'm not sure who Steven is, love. Whoever this fella is, do you think he'd kiss you better than I could?" With that sentence, you knew it was Steven.

"I'm not sure, Mr. white suit. Wouldn't I have to try it before making rash judgments?" you cooed as you walked up to Steven and ran your fingers up his chest. "I think you're right." the glowing eyes from his mask scrunched as he smiled.

Your eyes lit up as Steven's mask disappeared, putting you face-to-face with the handsome superhero. "Told you he'd be sexy," You teased as Steven's Hands trailed down your hips. You smiled as you took in Stevens's soft features. His soft lips curled into a smile as you traced his cheekbone with your thumb.

"And very handsome." you purred as you yanked him down for a kiss. The sound of your lips smashing against each other as you lapped at each other's mouths was intoxicating for Steven. He squirmed in his uncomfortable suit as his trousers grew tight. "In the suit, fuck me in the suit," you gasped as your nails dug into his forearms.

"Why else would I have this on?" he smiled, yanking your shorts down swiftly and the time it took Steven to unzip his pants was impressive, to say the least. "Look at me, darling, look at me," Steven hummed as he moved a pillow behind your back, arching you up perfectly.

"Does he kiss better, mmhm?" Steven teased as he bit down your neck, his hands moving to the back of your thighs and spreading you wide. "Yeah, and he'll fuck me better, too" You brattly replied.

"Acting like a brat, honey? Why? Does the suit make you want to talk back?" Steven hissed as he rubbed his leaking tip between your folds. “You can keep the attitude up darling, I don’t mind” he cooed.

"Mhm" you moaned as you watched his hips roll with each thrust. His thick tip rubbed against your clit ever so slight, purposefully teasing and riling you up.

Your eyes lit up as you watched Stevens's eyes roll into the back of his head as he pushed into you. You could see the veins in his neck bulge as he sunk deeper into your sticky cunt. "Feel's so fuc- ahh" Steven cried out as he thrusted into you.

Stevens's calloused hands groped you hungrily, his nails sinking into your plush thighs in desperation. Embarrassment filled Steven as a loud moan left his lips. Your cunt pulsing around him had him drunk. You smiled dumbly as you watched Steven's white mask appear in an attempt to save himself from embarrassment.

His glowing eyes stared down at you with a pathetic furrow "God love you always f—feel so good," he huffed as you clawed at his sleeves. You brainlessly bounced along with his deep thrusts as his hands gripped his bookshelves.

"Stev- stevenn," You sobbed as he threw your legs over his shoulders. Your content moans filled stevens ears as his public bone rubbed against your swollen clit. "Feels good, doesn't it love? Getting fucked by the guy who keeps you safe?" He chuckled shakily.

It was true, and you loved it, loved knowing the man who could pull multiple orgasms out of you was the man behind the white masked vigilante. "Pl- wanna see your face plea-" You sobbed as Steven's arms cradled your head for a better position.

You could feel him hitting the deepest spots inside you, and the moment his hand wrapped around your throat, your eyes rolled back into your skull. Steven's mask disappeared, and you were met with his puppy dog eyes admiring you as a desperate moan left your lips.

Steven couldn't help but smile as he watched you come undone on his dick, your white pearly slick making the sex all the louder. He could feel you pulsing around him in a way that had his saliva dribbling down his lips. "oh my g- bloody hell" Steven's guttural moan filled your ears as he collapsed on top of you.

You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs as Steven fucked his messy loads back into your cunt while you clung onto him for dear life. One last moan left Steven as you squealed in pleasure.

Steven's hands carefully lowered your legs and pulled out with a hiss. His suit was off in seconds, and you were flushed against his chest. You both bathed in each other's warmth before Steven ran a hand down your head "Surprise" he cockily chuckled as you sighed.

“Superhero vigilante is definitely a turn-on." You smiled.

[raysrays]

Fatal Attraction Chapter Four (NSFW)

18+ MDNI‼️

CW for the entire story: Breeding, Size Difference, Size Kink, Jealousy, Scent Marking, Age Difference, Vaginal Sex, Possessive Behavior, Angst, Twisted, Creampie, Angry Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hair-pulling, Biting, Master/Pet, Light Dom/sub, Violence, Knotting.

Content disclaimer: This story is inspired by the amazing artist @PammyJammy117 on Twitter/X. I in absolutely no way own or claim the idea of the "Cryptid Rengoku" character. Please give credit to the original artist who inspired the story.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three,

Y/N Perspective.

The walk home was quiet, filled only with the sounds of the woods and the clicking noises he made. I knew where he was taking me: that den. Despite the haze that clouded my mind when I woke up this morning, I managed to recall certain details I noticed while trying to quietly escape.

It was just as you would expect from a cryptid living deep in the woods. The den was secluded, hidden by a tree line, and resembled an ominous cave. It appeared cold and empty, nothing that would stand out if you happened to notice it.

The inside told a different story. It was warm, with the floor lined with coarse furs and wool from other animals. It remained dark for the most part unless a fire was lit or the sun managed to peek through. Towards the back was the “nest” he spoke of; he said he made it for me, for us.

It was exactly what it sounded like: a nest. It was large, with a base of sticks and wood, topped with furs that were different--much softer and plush to the touch. Truthfully, with some blankets, it could be the most comfortable place to be during the cold winter months.

I’ve also noticed that Kyojuro is quite comfortable himself. His fur is soft, and he radiates warmth like any fire. Sure, he’s a ruthless, psychotic monster, but at least he’s nice to sleep with.

It didn’t take long for us to reach our destination. Once we arrived, he led me straight to the nest, sitting me down inside it. Before I could say anything, I felt his tail wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me against him. He curled up around me, holding me close.

"I’m not going to run," I reassured him.

He scoffed, as if I'd just told a ridiculous joke.

"You really expect me to believe that after the stunt you pulled this morning?" His eyes narrowed at me.

"You don’t understand. It wasn’t what it looked like. I didn’t leave because I wanted to escape. I needed to leave because--"

"Tamayo." He growled her name as if she were the bane of his existence.

"You do not belong to this Tamayo woman. You belong to me." His tail tightened around my waist, starting to hurt.

"It’s not like that. She gives me a place to stay. She’s been extremely good to me."

"I also provide for you." His pointed ear twitched in annoyance.

"I will always provide for my mate. No matter what some human can do for you, I can do more!" He sat up straighter, his voice loud and confident.

I glanced over at the opening of the den. Through the vines, I could see the sky turning orange. It would be late soon.

While I’m completely aware I’m not much assistance to Tamayo as a whole, I can’t just abandon her. She has every right to throw me out and tell me to fend for myself, but she doesn’t. She gives me grace every time. I don’t know her well enough to call her a friend, but I can say she is a good person--a mentor with a passion for monster hunting.

I can’t just disappear.

I have to help her, find something, anything to aid her research. I owe it to her. A hundred times over.

I turn back to look at Kyojuro, his red eyes staring holes into me. Glowing red.

“You are not going anywhere,” he said sharply and to the point.

I could feel my body tense up. This was a cryptid’s influence--the influence of a mate.

Even if I wanted to sneak off now, my body wouldn’t let me, or it would make me sick until I came crawling back. If I wanted to make things right, I had to convince Kyojuro it was a good idea.

“Will you please, please just hear me out at least? Just let me explain.” I sounded pathetic, begging like a damn dog.

I could see his gaze soften slightly as he sat back to get a better look at me.

“Fine, I’ll let my mate explain why she needs to go gallivanting off to this woman so desperately.”

I thought for a moment about how to make him understand. I wasn't sure how well a cryptid could grasp human emotions, let alone human relationships.

To him, anyone who interacts with me seems like a threat, someone who could take me away. Of course, that isn't true, but it must be his animalistic instincts.

"Kyojuro, before I met you, I was living alone, just trying to get by on the streets of that village you saw."

I saw a slight shift in his gaze, a mix of confusion and maybe pity.

"My point in telling you this is because Tamayo was the one who helped me. She saw I was struggling and took me in, gave me a place to stay and food to eat. All she asked in return was my assistance."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, the clicking sounds starting up more intensely as I went on. The sob story wasn’t working. I needed a different approach.

"Without Tamayo, it's very possible I would never have met you, Kyojuro. It’s because of her that we found each other."

I saw a slight change in his demeanor; his tail loosened a bit.

"Tamayo isn’t a bad person, Kyojuro. She has helped me a lot, and I haven’t been able to do a single thing to return those favors."

I looked at him desperately.

"Please, I'll be your mate, I’ll come here every night, whenever I can, but please don’t make me never see her again.”

He looked conflicted, seemingly considering it for a moment, until his tail lifted me off the ground to look me in the eyes.

“Y/N, as my mate, you are to stay here. No exceptions. I marked you as mine, I claimed you as mine. And you agreed to it.” His face was so close to mine.

I couldn’t deny it. It was true. All of this, I agreed to it. I wanted to tell myself I did it out of fear, afraid of what would happen if I said no. But I knew that was a lie.

The hard truth is that I am attracted to him. I genuinely have feelings and a sexual attraction to this cryptid monster, one of the nine most dangerous in the region.

"I know, I know I agreed to be your mate. I still want to be. But can’t there be a way for you to meet me in the middle? After all her kindness and patience with me, I can’t let her think I took advantage of that and abandoned her.”

He hesitated, looking at me as if he needed to process my words.

“Please… mate, please let me make this right.”

His eyes immediately softened at my words. He set me down gently on the nest before hovering over me.

“Y/N L/N,” he growled my name in a way that sent shivers down my spine, his voice echoing and causing my heart to race.

“I will allow you to pay your debts that you feel you owe. I am not cruel.”

I could practically feel my body relax.

“However.”

I looked up at him.

“As I said, you belong to me. You are bound to me.” He growled as he leaned down closer and closer to me. “What I say goes. You will be allowed to see this Tamayo woman during the day and aid her in whatever it is she wishes to prove, but at night, you will be here with me, in our nest. Without exception.”

I took a deep breath. His demands would be difficult, but I had to make it work. This was the best compromise I could hope for with him.

"Yes, okay. I can do that," I agreed quickly.

He stared at me for a moment before slowly rising. He looked out and finally noticed the darkening sky.

"The sun is setting. You may return tonight. Blame your tardiness on 'your old friend' from the market," he scoffed.

I stood up, glancing at my tattered clothing. I wasn't sure how I would explain it this time, but I’d figure something out.

I felt his eyes burning into me, making me uncomfortable and a little hot and bothered.

His large hand grabbed my face firmly, his claws digging slightly into my cheeks.

"That man you were with in the market today. Stay away from him," he spoke lowly.

I knew cryptids were possessive, but I never realized they could get jealous. Oh, if only he knew how little Yushiro liked me.

I nodded to show I understood. He let go and took a step back, looking me over.

"Your visit will be brief. You will return here tonight, or I will drag you here myself." The threat was clear and immediate.

“Okay, I’ll return later tonight, you won’t have to come get me.” I reassure.

His intense gaze never faltered. Now that I know kyojuro has a human form he can change to at will, I wouldn’t put it past him to follow me around everywhere.

He gives me the approval to leave.

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The walk back was just as annoying as I remembered, hiking out of the woods only to return the same night.

This sucked. I know I’m not in a position to complain, but I feel like he forgets I’m human. My body is sore and tired; all I want is sleep.

Once the house was in sight, I made my way in, passing a few of the other people Tamayo has recruited, until I spotted Yushiro.

He looked up and saw me. As soon as he looked me up and down, he gave me his usual look of judgment.

“What the hell happened to your clothes? And where have you been?” His tone was skeptical but with a hint of concern.

“I’m sorry, I was with my friend and…” I hesitated, unsure how to explain my torn clothes.

“…we decided to go for a walk in the woods while we talked. I accidentally tripped.” I gave a sheepish smile.

What a dumb lie.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing at my clothes again.

“I’d say it’s impossible to mess up your clothes that badly from a trip, but knowing you, you’d find a way.” He scoffed.

Before he could walk away, I gently grabbed his shoulder.

“Wait, where is Tamayo? Is she in?”

Yushiro nodded.

“She’s in her study, probably settling in for the night. If you’re going to bother her, do it quickly.” He shrugged my hand off his shoulder.

Before I could say anything else, he was already halfway down the hall.

This shouldn’t take long. I just need to understand Tamayo’s plan and coordinate it with Kyojuro’s demands.

I stood in front of her study door and knocked lightly.

“Come in,” came her faint voice from behind the door.

When I entered, she was standing behind her desk, putting away some books. She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze softening when she saw me.

“Ah, Y/N. How was the market with Yushiro? He said you ran into an old friend,” she said casually.

“It was fine. I’m sorry for taking so long. Did Yushiro give you the supplies I got?”

She nodded as she placed the last book on the shelf and turned to face me.

“Yes, I got everything. I was pleased to hear you have someone to talk to outside of the group,” she said with a smile.

I started to feel awkward. Any time Kyojuro was mentioned, guilt washed over me. Tamayo had been searching for these creatures her whole life, and here I was, sharing a nest with one of them, keeping it a secret from her.

“Yes, it was very nice to see him again. It had been quite some time,” I said, playing along with the story I made up.

Tamayo's gaze swept over me. “Looks like you had a nice time indeed.” Her teasing was unexpected.

Tamayo rarely discussed anything with me other than monster hunting, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I needed to focus on why I was here.

“Tamayo, I actually needed to talk to you about your next steps for the group. Is there anything you need me to do?”

She looked a bit surprised; it wasn’t often I showed much interest in her projects.

She grabbed a small map off her desk and unrolled it, pointing to the northeast.

“We didn’t have much luck in the northern area, so I think it’ll be better if we start going east. I intend to cover the whole region.”

A worry gnawed at my chest. Kyojuro's demands about what I can and cannot do echoed in my mind. He had expressed his anger with me for going north--the same night he marked me and claimed me as his mate.

“So, how can I help with that?”

“You’ll travel with Yushiro and me. It’ll just be us.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. Why me? Yushiro hates me every other day, and I contribute nothing more than eating their food.

“Why do you want me to go? Wouldn’t it be better to send some of the more experienced hunters with you?”

She gave me a slight nod.

“Yes, usually that would be the case. However, those hunters are only ‘experienced’ because they’ve had the chance to gain that experience. You, Y/N, need to get some under your belt as well.”

Well, I guess that makes sense.

“Another reason is I need some of the people who have been here longer to keep an eye on the woods around this place. We’ve noticed some strange noises and activity lately. It’s quite possible there could be something out there, so close, and we wouldn’t even know it.”

I had to keep a straight face, but my heart sank. It had to be Kyojuro; he keeps coming around because I’m here. He’s going to blow his cover and be found out.

I needed to talk to him, to explain that Tamayo and the others were catching on to his presence. I had to warn him to stay away.

Tamayo tilted her head, noticing I was lost in thought.

“Y/N?” She called my name softly.

I met her eyes for a moment before speaking. “When will we start our journey? Is it soon?”

She shrugged. “I’m still working on the details. Give me a day or so to get everything lined out, and I can give you a proper timeline.”

I felt a little relief. At least I had two days to process this with Kyojuro. Maybe with more time, he wouldn’t be as aggressive or angry. At least, that’s what I hoped.

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The walk back to the den wasn’t as bad as I expected. It was hard to see in the dark, but I was starting to memorize the path.

Sneaking out of my room was going to be annoying. They weren’t exactly keeping tabs on me, but people would get suspicious if they saw me walking into the woods every night and not returning until morning.

Everything about this felt complicated, but I was sure I’d get used to it. I still didn’t know how to convince Kyojuro to let me go east with Tamayo and Yushiro--probably two of his most disliked humans at the moment.

Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure another Hashira lives in that area, mainly near water. Tomioka...something like that. I remember reading about him in the books I found while trying to learn more about Kyojuro.

The only thing I remember about Tomioka is that he looks like some kind of kraken/human hybrid. Probably like a creepier, more unsettling mermaid. But the book never mentioned he was aggressive or dangerous like Shinazugawa.

Maybe Kyojuro wouldn’t be so opposed to it this time.

I could see the den, a faint light peeking through the vines that covered the entrance. When I walked in, I saw Kyojuro sitting by the fire he had started, which lit up most of the den.

He looked at me, his ears perking up, and smiled with his sharp teeth.

“Ah! So you can follow orders correctly!” he laughed enthusiastically.

I was caught off guard by his demeanor. Before everything that had happened recently, Kyojuro and I had talked casually in the woods. I wouldn’t call us friends exactly, but he was always playful and entertaining.

Given the recent circumstances, I hadn't seen this side of him in a while. He must be relaxing a little bit.

Do I really want to ruin his mood by asking to travel?

He got up from his spot by the fire and walked over to me, his tail wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. He lifted me up in his arms, nuzzling his head against my cheek.

“My mate has returned to me, just as she promised. Now we can spend the night together!” His voice echoed in the den, amplifying his excitement, and his clicking was loud.

Damn, he’s being cute.

He seems so happy; I can't talk to him about leaving right now. I miss this side of him. Sure, his looks are strangely attractive, but what really drew me to Kyojuro was his personality--fun, happy, and confident. Traits I wish I had more of.

I petted the top of his head, scratching behind his ears a little. He started making a growling purr, so I guess he liked it.

“What did you do while I was gone?” I asked, continuing to pet him.

His bright red eyes widened, and he smiled. “I hunted for you. You’re human and very small, so I made sure to bring you plenty!”

I couldn’t help but smile. He’s so happy to do things for me. Even when Kyojuro was angry with me, he’s been attentive since he claimed me. He makes sure I’m fed, that I’m not cold, that I’m safe. He doesn’t let his anger get in the way of being a provider.

Honestly, I know a lot of human men who could use a lesson in that as well...

“Thank you, Kyojuro, I’ll be sure to enjoy it.”

He set me down near the fire where some raw meat and a wooden skewer were laid out.

As I started to cook the meat, his tail draped around me, and his glowing red eyes stared into mine as he smiled. It was a little creepy, but I knew he was just happy.

The meat was good; I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now. Dealing with monsters and monster hunters can make you forget you’re a human who gets tired and hungry.

I could feel myself slightly dozing off as I ate. Curling up in the nest with my cryptid mate didn’t sound so bad right now.

Once I finished, I looked up at Kyojuro, who was still staring at me.

“I’m getting a little tired. Do you think we could go to bed now?”

His eyes flashed, and his expression changed. This smile was different--mischievous and full of lust.

“My mate wishes to sleep already? The night is still young for us, my dear...” He stood over me like a giant, his clawed hand gently grabbing my arm and pulling me up. He leaned down close to my face.

“You forget, I haven’t eaten yet. I’ve been waiting for my meal to return to me since she left.” His growl was low and seductive.

My mind was a mix of fear and arousal at his words. I couldn’t tell if he meant literally or figuratively, but I guess I was ready for either.

“What do you mean?” I struggled to find the right words.

His hand moved from my arm to my face, holding it softly.

“It means I’m going to devour you.”

Blood rushed to my face. I didn’t care which way he meant it, I was ready.

He picked me up again and carried me to our nest.

He set me down gently and leaned back to get a good look at me. His eyes darkened, his smile turning stern and commanding. His claws tugged at my already torn-up shirt.

“Take these off,” he growled lowly.

My heart pounded as I lifted my hands to unbutton my shirt. My mind was racing. I’d already let him fuck his aggression into me this morning after the run in at the market. But I could definitely go again.

I started to remove the rest of my clothes, slowly letting the fabric pool at my feet.

I could feel his intense stare his eyes wide with need, his fur standing on end.

Once I was completely bare I looked back up at him. His gaze was predatory, almost scary.

In an instant I found myself being pinned to the floor of the nest and he towered over top of me. One of his large clawed hands held both my wrists above my head while his tail pulled my legs apart.

His eyes taking me in hungrily. I could feel my body heating up.

"You are perfect," he purred.

Before I could react, his long wet tongue ran over my face and down my neck. I could feel his sharp teeth graze my skin as he moved further down my body, licking and biting as he went.

I arched into his touch, wanting more.

Suddenly his mouth closed over one of my nipples, his tongue swirling around it. The sensation made me moan loudly.

Kyojuro smirked against my chest, clearly pleased with my reactions.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" His clicking starting up again.

"Mhm," I whimpered, unable to form a proper response.

"Good." He kissed his way back up to my face, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. I couldn't help but moan again as his tongue invaded my mouth, tasting every inch of me.

I felt him release my hands, his clawed hands traveling down my body.

My body tensed up as he touched me.

"You're mine. All of you."

Kyojuro's tounge pressed against my folds, causing me to gasp.

"Kyojuro!"

I felt a sharp sting as his claws cut into the soft flesh of my thighs.

His eyes darkened, and his grin grew wider.

"My mate is so wet for me already..."

I blushed, embarrassed by his words.

"Do not be ashamed, love. I will take care of you." His purrs in my ear.

I gasped as his tongue finally found my clit, lapping over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I gripped the fur on his shoulders, unable to keep my hands off of him.

I could hear him growling as his tongue moved faster and harder against me. My hips bucked against him, desperately trying to gain more friction. My orgasm was building quickly, and it wasn't long before I was moaning loudly, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh, Kyojuro, fuck! Please don't stop!"

my orgasm came so quick, I couldn’t believe it.

I lay there panting trying to catch my breath. It was so fast, I was almost disappointed.

This clicking noise suddenly grew louder his hand releasing my wrists and moving to my waist forcing me to sit up.

“We aren’t done yet, surely my mate can keep going.” That monstrous smile made my heart flutter again. I wasn’t done and neither was he.

As he sat back I found myself crawling between his legs, his cock was huge, hooked, the large knot bulging at the base.

I was practically drooling for it.

His eyes looked down at me amused.

“Does my mate see something she wants?” His voice echoed lowly.

I had never wanted a cock in my mouth so bad.

I couldn’t resist trying to wrap my hand around it, he growled lowly at my touch.

I knew I couldn’t fit much in my mouth but I was willing to try.

I needed it more than anything right now.

I ran my tongue from the base to the lip, looking into his eyes.

He looked so aroused, so primal.

I started to tease his tip with my tongue, flicking it back and forth before wrapping my lips around it.

It wasn’t much but it was enough to get him to groan loudly.

I started moving my head back and forth, sucking on his tip.

heard him growl loudly again as he gripped my hair in his hand, holding it still.

“More.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking as much of his tip in my mouth as I could and started moving my head back and forth.

My gags and moans sounded embarrassing, but the seemed to only edge Kyojuro on.

I could feel myself getting wet again at his pleasure.

I was starting to feel dizzy as I worked my mouth on him. I was drooling all over his cock, spit dripping from my chin.

“My little human, so eager to please me. Get on your hands and knees.”

His voice sent chills down my spine.

I complied immediately.

He positioned himself behind me, his tip pressing against my soaking wet pussy.

“You are so wet, my mate. Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

His hand wrapped around my throat and pulled me back against his chest.

I could barely get the words out.

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard, Kyojuro.” I whined.

He chuckled lowly at my begging.

“That’s good, I want you to beg more for me.”

He slid himself in and out of me, teasing me with just the tip.

“Please fuck me, please.” I was desperate.

He pulled out and slammed his cock in me, burying himself to the knot.

I gasped out in pleasure

His tail wrapped around my ankle, holding my legs apart. He started to move in and out of me at a fast pace.

He was going to make me cum again soon and I was sure he would follow suit.

He leaned in close to my ear and started to growl and click as he fucked me.

“Oh fuck, kyojuro...” I moaned, his tail tightening around my ankle.

I was starting to lose control again, my vision blurring as the orgasm hit me again.

His tail quickly moved from my ankle to around my waist, forcing me to stop moving.

Kyojuro’s cock pulsed in me as he released himself, his knot swelling up and locking in place.

I was completely full of his seed, unable to move.

I collapsed forward, my arms and legs giving out.

Kyojuro laid down behind me, pulling me close against him. I was already falling asleep, his warmth and his scent keeping me safe and content.

I had never felt so exhausted and protected in my life.

But I knew tomorrow would be different. I needed to convince Kyojuro to let me go on this hunt with Tamayo.

He wouldn’t be happy and he would probably be angry.

But I couldn’t let him win this time. I needed to be brave enough to hold my own.

I knew Kyojuro didn’t want me to leave, but he needed to understand why I was doing it.

I needed to protect him as much as he protected me.

I knew he would see my point of view.

He just needed to trust me a little bit.

And maybe he would see that I wasn’t going to run from him.

But guess I’ll find out tomorrow.

Next>>

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Tags: @fandomenbylover @emmenic726

[veronicaphoenix]

Series: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits | masterpost Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader x Oliver Sykes

Hearts Like Ours. Additional multipart. Chapter 3: The Crow Witch | Words: 5k Summary: Noah returns home.

Tags and trigger warnings: established polyamorous relationship, no more angst, just a few happy tears, reader has her boys back, guided sexual meditation, mentions of chakras, firebreath orgasm, orgasmic bliss, a lot of 'good girl' praise, 'that's my girl', 'such a good girl', finger licking, one single spanking (oliver to noah), implied sub/dom relationship/behaviors if you squint (sub!reader, dom!noah, dom!oliver), implied p in v (not fully described), fluffy fluff.

Author’s note: get cozy 🕉️🧘🏽‍♀️ I loved writing this; it's definitely one of my favorite scenes with these three.

“What did you tell her?” Noah asked, fastening his seatbelt and glancing at Oliver as they pulled away from the airport arrivals area onto the highway. 

            “I didn’t lie to her. I took her to Starbucks, bought her a drink, and then told her to wait while I went to fetch something to cheer her up.”

            “And she was ok with that?”

            “Of course she wasn’t. But she ended up thinking I went to get a puppy for her to take care of while we’re on tour. Can’t say she’s entirely wrong,” Oliver replied, giving Noah a meaningful look.  

            Noah rolled his eyes, blushing slightly but smiling nonetheless. He was happy to be back, to be with him, to see her soon. Just then, the car’s screen lit up, indicating an incoming call from their girl. 

            “Speaking of the devil…” Oliver muttered. Before answering the call, he gestured to Noah to keep quiet. “Hi, love.”

            “Hi,” came her reply, laced with suspicion. 

            “How’s that caramel latte treating you?”

            “Good. Where are you?”

            “On my way back,” he answered.

            “Where did you go?”

            “I told you, I went to pick something up to cheer you up.”

            There was a brief pause as she listened intently for any background noise. 

            Oliver snorted.

            “Are you expecting to hear a bark or something?”

            “Yeah,” she chuckled softly, melting at the idea of Oli getting her a puppy. 

            “Well, sorry to disappoint, love, but I’m not giving anything away. Give me a bit more time, and I’ll come pick you up, alright?”

            “Don’t worry. Just head straight home,” she said. “I’ll walk. It’s a beautiful day outside, and I think I need it,” she took a deep breath and Noah frowned, looking at Oliver with concern. “But I need you more, so please be home by the time I get back?”

            If Oliver didn’t have to drop Noah off and return to fetch her, they’d have plenty of time to settle in at home before she made it back from the city center. 

            Sure, I’ll be there, baby,” he agreed. “Just give me a call if you want me to come get you.”

            “It’s only a thirty-minute walk. I think I’ll manage,” she teased, her voice filled with contentment. 

            After expressing his love and ending the call, Oliver glanced at Noah, who was now running a hand through his hair. 

            “See? Everything just falls right into place without us having to lift a finger,” Oliver remarked. 

            “She’s going to be disappointed you’re not bringing home a dog,” Noah retorted. 

            “You do love a bit of drama, don’t you?”

            “Just saying. She’s been talking about getting a dog for ages.”

            “You’re her favorite puppy”, Oliver addressed, teasing him.

            Noah shook his head and settled deeper into his seat. As he gazed out the window, relief washed over him knowing they were back in L.A. Soon, he’d be able to hold her close and comfort her. Glancing back at oliver, Noah reached out to tousle his hair, gently massaging the scalp at the back while Oliver kept his green eyes fixed on the road. 

            “Thank you for coming back for her,” Noah said sincerely, eyes full of appreciation. 

            “I’d do the same for you, anytime. I’d do anything for both of you.” 

Thirty minutes later, Oliver and Noah found themselves lounging on the couch, Oliver’s arm draped over the backrest, almost encircling Noah’s shoulders. Oliver was sitting so that he could face Noah, and with his free hand he kept on touching the ends of Noah’s hair, longer than last time they’d been together.  

            They had been like this for ten minutes, catching up on their weeks apart, stealing kisses intermittently, and tenderly touching and massaging each other’s knees. 

            The jingle of keys outside and the creak of the front door opening made Noah’s heart jump on his chest. Oliver winked at him before letting him divert all his attention to his girl. A broad grin lit up Noah’s face, a smile he would have worn all day were it not for the reason why he was home a day earlier. 

            Struggling with the keys in the lock, she muttered a curse and silently resolved to oil it the next day. Her thoguhts, however, were quickly overtaken when her feet stumbled over a pile of luggage by the door. 

            In mere seconds, she deduced whose luggage it was and what it meant. Her heart leapt in her chest, and then, the voice she had yearned to hear for nearly thirty days filled the air, close and distinct. 

            By the time her gaze met Noah’s, he was already on his feet, halfway to the doorway, his tender smile beckoning her forward. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over when she finally found herself enveloped in his arms. His hug felt warm and secure, reminiscent of a cozy winter night by the fire. His lips pressed against her hair as he wisphered a few sweet, comforting words to her.  

            Noah was home. Noah was home and so was Oliver. 

            They had both come back for her. 

An hour later, Oliver and Noah were back on the sofa, side by side. This time, shey lay across their laps, her head resting on Noah’s thigh while her torso sprawled across Oliver’s. Oliver had lifted her t-shirt slightly and was gently tracing circles on her back, while Noah lovingly stroked her hair. 

            The house was quiet. Three empty mugs sat on the coffee table, the faint scent of lavender tea lingering in the air. Despite this, her senses were overwhelmed by the masculine scents of her boys. She could have drifted off to sleep right there, her hand clutching Oliver’s t-shirt and her face nestled against Noah’s stomach. 

            “Are you tired?” Noah asked, his voice husky, a soft whisper in the vast expanse of the living room. 

            “No,” she replied, her eyes lifting to meet his, her eyelashes fluttering in a way that always captivated him. “Are you?”

            “I’m fine,” he lied. He was exhausted. He wanted to stretch his legs, maybe walk for an hour or run for thirty minutes, then sleep for the next ten hours. But that could wait. His priority now was to be with her. “Are you hungry, sleepy, need anything?

            She giggled at his barrage of questions, shaking her head no as she shifted on their laps to find a more comfortable position.

            “That’s good,” Noah concluded. After a moment of silence and a shared look with Oliver, he added, “I have some plans that will probably take up the rest of the evening.”

            “What plans?” She asked, a frown creasing her brow. 

            Noah’s finger traced the line of her lower lip. She nibbled at it, waiting for his response. 

            “Do you trust me?” He asked instead.

            “Always,” she answered without hesitation.

            “Good girl,” Noah praised softly, his voice warm with approval as he made her sit up, Oliver helping her with a hand on her back. When she twisted her head to look at Noah, her hair brushed against Oliver, and the scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils, making him yearn for her even when her body was practically pressed against his. 

            Noah stood up and extended his hand. She took it gleefully, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Before he could lead her to the center of the living room, Oliver, still on the sofa, wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back just an inch to press a kiss to her lower back, where her skin peeked. Then, he released her to Noah, who guided her to the sprawling carpet that covered the floor in the spacious living room. 

            Noah gestured for her to sit, and she complied, settling gracefully onto the soft surface, crossing her legs in front of her. She noticed Oliver walking to one of the cupboards next to the TV, gathering pillows and blankets and letting them drop on the floor close to her. Then, he bent down to open the small drawers, searching for something. 

            Noah mirrored her position on the carpet and exchanged a knowing glance with Oliver, who had quickly located the box of tealight candles and matches. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared secret that escaped her, as per usual, but that just added a layer of anticipation to the moment. She could feel her heart fluttering nervously, but this time, she welcomed the excitement, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she focused intently on Noah.

            “You’re doing so well already,” Noah murmured, his smile tender as he reached out to gently touch her chin with two fingers and pulling her in for a kiss.

            After the soft touch of his lips against her, she opened her eyes, her orbs colliding with Noah’s beautiful almond-shaped eyes. He wore a pleasant smile, looking tired but happy. 

            “What are we going to do?” She asked, her voice adjusting to the calm ambience in the house. Behind her, Oliver lit an incense stick and placed it in its holder. Then, he proceeded to light the candles, placing them strategically around the living room.  

            “We’re going to make you feel really good, and you don’t have to do anything but let us be nice to you.”

            She took a deep breath, her mind racing with images, her smile growing, Noah mirroring hers as his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

            “That sounds… perfect.” 

            “It will be,” he assured, straigthening his back and inching closer to her so that their knees nearly touched. “From this moment on, just follow my instructions, okay? I know you can do that.” 

            She nodded, her posture adopting the familiar meditative stance she was used to. Normally, she meditated alone, but having Noah in front of her, seeking that break amidst real life and its brutality already felt rewarding.  

            “Good girl,” he whispered, this time his voice lowering to a tone that made her skin tingle with goosebumps. “Roll your head a couple of times, right and left. Now, can you focus on my breathing?” He asked, checking her stance and her attention. “I want you to follow my breathing. Once you’re on it, give it a few seconds then shift the focus to yours, yeah?”

            She did as he instructed.

            A moment later, a soothing, resonant sound filled the room—Oliver had played some music to set the ambience. She could sense his presence, though he remained at a respectful distance. 

            The soft chime of a Tibetan bowl echoed through the room, its sound lingering like a gentle caress. The candles around them cast a warm, flickering light, creating dancing shadows on the walls that swayed with their breaths. The faint, earthy scent of incense grounded her senses as she concentrated on Noah’s breathing. 

            Inhale. Pause. Exhale.

            “Don’t push the breath out,” Noah reminded her. “Just let it fall out gently.”

            Following his words, she matched his rhythm, feeling the air fill her lungs and then release it slowly. Each breath brought a deeper sense of calm, quieting her mind and easing her anxieties. The memory of the painful conversation with her mother loomed like a dark cloud in the back of her head, but focusing on Noah’s steady breaths, their synchronized breathing and the occasional soft crackle of the candles, helped soften the edges of her pain. With the boys home, the wound was momentarily soothed. Noah’s presence in front of her was a steady anchor, his breath a soothing guide that led her deeper into relaxation. She felt a sense of unity with him, with Oliver, a shared tranquility that transcended words, slowly chipping away at the hurt she had been carrying. The quiet rustling of blankets and pillows being set by Oliver around her just further grounded her in this safe, intimate space.

            As she continued to breathe in harmony, she felt a wave of contentment settling inside of her. The world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only this safe, warm space. Her body felt light, almost weightless, as if she could float away on the waves of her breath. The simplicity of the moment, the quiet connection between her and her boys, filled her with a deep sense of gratitude and love. For the first time in days, the tight knot of sorrow in her chest began to unwind, replaced by the comforting presence of the two men. 

            “Baby,” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper. 

            She opened her eyes ever so slowly. Noah’s gaze was intent on her, unyelding. 

            “Take off your clothes now, but leave your underwear on.”

            Without a word, she just nodded and stood up to comply with Noah’s instructions. 

            “Do it the right way,” he added. It was a command but his voice was gentle and full of love. 

            She understood. 

            Slowly, she undressed under the watchful eyes of Noah and Oliver. She folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the sofa cushions. She returned to sit in front of Noah, wearing only a a thin bra and panties.

            This time, Noah got up and moved to sit behind her, his legs spread on either side of her. “Take a deep breath,” he whispered close to her ear. “Close your eyes. Focus your mind on your breathing. And feel me. I’m right here, baby, right behind you. Not going anywhere. That’s it,” he cheered, “goood.”

            They stayed like that for a while, the silence interrupted only by their steady breathing and the occasional flicker of the candles. The incense’s scent grew stronger, blending with their body heat to create an almost tangible blanket of harmony. Oliver moved quietly around the room, his actions reflecting his care in setting the perfect ambiance. Each time he passed near, she felt a gentle, invisible caress, a reminder of the protective circle they formed around her.

            Noah took her hand and slowly guided it to her chest, positioning it right over her heart. Brushing his cheek against hers, he whispered, “Can you feel it, baby?”

            She focused on the rhythm beneath her fingertips, the steady thump-thump grounding her in the moment. The tension from the past few days, the anguish from her mother’s cruel words, began to ebb away with each breath. Noah’s warmth seeped into her skin, his voice a calming anchor.

            “Yes,” she breathed. The word seemed to hang in the air, merging with the soft music Oliver had started in the background. It was a gentle melody, almost like an hypnotic lullaby, weaving through the room and wrapping around them like a soft embrace.

            “Good,” Noah murmured. “Now, keep breathing, keep feeling. Remember, we’re here for you. We’re not going anywhere.”

            Oliver came to sit near them. He didn’t speak, but the look in his eyes conveyed everything she would need to know: she was safe, cherished, and never alone. She took another deep breath, feeling the collective energy in the room—a harmonious blend of love, comfort, and peace.

            With Noah’s breath at her back and Oliver’s steady presence beside her, she felt a deep sense of release coming, the heavy burden of her recent pain lifting, replaced by the simple yet profound act of being fully present in the moment, surrounded by her boys. 

            But when Noah’s cupped her breast and slid down to lay over her stomach, his fingers then slipping inside her panties, her breath caught. 

            “Breathe,” he ordered, reminding her to stay focused.  

            She tried, but it was suddenly difficult with his fingers massaging her between her legs. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, sending waves of sensation through her body. 

            “Hold your orgasm, baby. This is not about coming. It’s about the connection and the journey together to get there. Of all the millions of people that can give you sexual pleasure, only Oli and I can connect to your mind, ease your vulnerabilities, and empower everything that you are.” 

            He noticed her chest rising. 

            “So, be good and do as I say. Trust your mind. You know you can do it.”

            She was so lost in the intensity of his touch that she wasn’t aware of the second presence looming so over her until Oliver’s lips pressed softly against her own. Startled, she opened her eyes to find him sitting in front of them, his gaze warm and inviting.

            Oliver took Noah’s hand away from between her legs, and in a moment that seemed to stretch time, he guided Noah’s long fingers to his mouth. Her pupils dilated at the sight of Oliver tasting her from Noah’s fingers, his green eyes locked on her as his tongue dragged along Noah’s wet digits. The eroticism of the scene was almost too much to bear, but the calm, grounding presence of both men kept her anchored.

            “We’re going to need you to lay down for us now, doll,” Oliver said softly.

            She was mesmerized, her body responding to their every command without hesitation. She barely noticed Noah unclasping her bra, standing up to place it on top of her pile of clothes before joining her again on the carpet. Oliver repeated the instruction to lay down, his voice a soothing command. She did so, feeling the plush softness of the blankets that Oliver had strategically placed on the floor.

            “Hips up,” Oliver commanded next. She complied, and he gently removed her panties, leaving her completely exposed. The vulnerability of her position contrasted sharply with the overwhelming sense of safety and connection she felt. She closed her eyes again, focusing on the warmth of their presence, the scent of the candles, and the gentle music filling the room.

            Noah positioned himself at her side. Now she had noah on the left and Oliver on the right, protecting her from every evil in the world. “Keep breathing, baby,” Noah said, his breath hot against her ear. “Feel everything.”

            Oliver leaned over her, his fingers tracing light patterns along her skin, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was deliberate, exploring every curve and contour with reverence.  “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice a low, soothing hum. “Just let go and feel us here with you.”

            She could feel the energy between them, a tangible connection that pulsed with every beat of her heart. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of them entwined in this intimate dance of trust and desire. Each touch, each whispered word, drew her deeper into the moment, dissolving the pain of the past few days and replacing it with a profound sense of peace and belonging.

            Noah’s hands slowly roamed down her body, caressing her sides and tracing her curves with a feather-light touch that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her. Oliver’s lips followed the path of his fingers, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and collarbone. She felt Noah’s breath on her skin, hot and tantalizing, as his hands explored her thighs, gently parting them to allow Oliver better access.

            Oliver’s mouth moved lower, his tongue flicking out to tease her nipples, drawing soft moans from her lips. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of tenderness and intensity that left her breathless. She arched her back, pressing into his touch, craving more of the delicious friction.

            “Feel us,” Noah whispered, his voice a seductive murmur that sent shivers down her spine. “Every touch, every breath. You’re the only thing that matters to us.”

            Oliver’s hand slid between her legs, his fingers slipping through her wetness with ease. He circled her clit slowly, deliberately, coaxing her pleasure higher and higher while Noah’s hands continued to roam, adding to the sensory overload.

            “Remember, baby,” Noah’s voice was a soothing command, “This is about the connection. Hold your orgasm and just feel the journey we’re on together. We’ll tell you when to come.”

            She was on the edge, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious torment that left her gasping for breath. Oliver’s fingers moved with expert precision, bringing her closer and closer to the brink while Noah’s touch and words kept her grounded in the moment.

            Time lost its meaning as they continued, every movement and sensation blending into a seamless flow of pleasure and connection. She was no longer just herself but a part of something greater, something beautiful and transcendent. The world outside might be filled with heartbreak and angst, but here, in this sacred space, she found solace in their touch, their presence, and the  love they offered. 

            “Kitten,” Noah called out again. She didn’t open her eyes; just waited for the instruction. “Get your knees up and feet flat on the ground. Good. Spine straight. That’s it.” 

            Oliver’s “such a good girl” seeped into her skin and made it hard to swallow. 

            “Inhale,” Noah continued, his voice steady. “Let your belly fill up, and as you exhale, flatten your lower back to the ground, like I taught you.”

            The rocking motion helped to move the sexual energy in her, and Oliver and Noah knew it very well. They knew what they were doing, with every word, every touch, every kiss. 

            “Use your mind and breath to pull energy into your root chakra, baby. Remember its name?” 

            She furrowed her brows, hesitanting for a moment. 

            “Muladhara,” she answered. 

            Even though her eyes were close, she could tell Noah was smiling at her correct answer.

            “That’s my girl,” he praised her. “Keep sending your energy to your lower belly.”

            “Do you feel charged up, love?” Oliver asked from her other side. 

            “Yes,” she replied, her voice steadier. 

            “You’re doing so well,” Noah approved. “When you feel charged enough, reduce the energy again until its focus is between your legs. Oli and I will help you, don’t worry.” 

            The energy moved through her chakras on its own, circulating back and forth in a rhytmic cycle. When Oliver touched her forehead, he signaled her to concentrate her energy in that area for a couple of minutes. Then, Noah placed his hand on her mound, covering her lower belly and pussy with the expanse of his hand. The surge of energy from her mind to her core felt like a tidal wave, propelling her into a highger state, a higher ecstasy. The energy flowed effortlessly, and she felt herself rapidly ascending into an orgasmic state. 

            The orgasm released all the pent-up tension and expanded the energy flowing through her body and mind, connecting to her spirit. For about ten seconds, her back arched, a long moan stretching, joining the musical sounds filling the room. Oliver struggled to contain the wave of desire that surged through him, that proppeled him to fall over the edge. His cock throbbed in his pants. Noah wasn’t in a much different state, though he had more training when it came to holding his orgasms.  

            When it was over, she couldn’t speak. She was certain she hadn’t just orgasmed physically but also mentally. She barely registered the lustful gazes of the two men at her sides, their restrained desire and lust evident in throbbing bulges in their pants and popping veins in their necks. They looked like predators ready to pounce on her and devour her. 

            Her ears were still ringing from the abyssal orgasm she had experienced when Oliver’s voice reverberated inside her head as he whispered, breathless himself, “This is how Gods build their kingdoms.”

            He couldn’t be lying, for whatever had just happened felt like a cosmic experience. 

            “We’ve never done that before,” she managed to say, still feeling like she was floating. 

            Noah laughed, his laugh sweet and satisfied. He felt some tension ease as he senses her own serenity spreading to him.

            Oliver was the one to reply, adjusting his position to relieve some discomfort. “Pretty boy loves spending his free time reading all kinds of things, doesn’t he? And here we are, the three of us benefiting from all that knowledge.” 

            “But what about you?” she asked, concern in her voice. 

            Noah started to shake his head, disapproving of her newfound and unnecesary worry. 

            “Well,” Oliver began. His left hand cupped her right breast and massaged it teasingly, squeezing on the right places. “We can spend the whole evening making love to you,” he suggested, his voice cheeky, “taking turns inside of you until you’re so sated and full of ourselves that you drift off to sleep in our arms and forget that we’ve been away from you for so long. Do you want that, baby?”

            The beating of her heart sped up again. 

            Of course she did. 

Some three hours later, feeling satiated (from dinner and from them), she sat in the center of the bed, legs crossed in the lotus position, eagerly awaitng Noah and Oliver to emerge from the bathroom. 

            Earlier that evening, after experiencing two more climaxes and Noah and Oliver finding their own release, the three of them had lain on the carpet, catching their breath amidst a haze of warmth, sweat, and lingering incense. Noah, before rising, ensured his plan had worked, turning to his girl with tender kisses and affectionate touches. Grateful and overwhelmed with happiness, she thanked both her boys, fighting back tears. 

            The moments that followed were perfect, marked by the contentment of their bodies and souls, and the slow return to calm after their hearts raced in unison.

            As night fell, a nervous energy tinged her behaviour, and Noah and Oliver were quick to notice as they emerged shirtless from the bathroom, clad only in boxers.

            Noah playfully crawled onto the bed, nudging her until they tumbled onto the mattress, giggles filling the room and lifting Oliver’s spirits higher as he joined them on the other side of the bed.

            “What’s on your mind?” Noah inquired, concern furrowing his brow, his fingertips playing notes at her clavicle. “Still thinking about your mother?”

            Shaking her head, she gazed into his warm brown eyes, appreciating every detail; the very unique curve of them, the length of his lashes. 

            “Is it the wedding, then?” He persisted, his embrace tightening reassuringly around her as Oliver pressed a lingering kiss to the side of her head. “You know nothing can stop us from getting married; not the government and its laws, not religion, not anyone. Nothing. We—”

            “It’s not that,” she interrupted gently, cherishing the weight of Noah against her. “I know nothing going to ruin that. I can’t wait to go shopping with Sylvie and try on dresses…” Oliver pressed against her, sandwiching her between his and Noah’s body. When she made mention of the dress, Oliver had a huge grin planted on his face, and unable to contain himself, he dipped his head into her neck to nibble on her shoulder and rip a giggle out of her. A few moments later, her hand stroking Oliver’s long hair, she acknowledged, “I don't want you to leave.” 

            But there was no way around it. Oliver had an early plane to catch, and he had to be at the airport by 6am. 

 

By midnight, Noah was sound asleep on his side of the bed, while Oliver lay in the same condition at the other end, one hand resting on his bare chest. Despite her efforts to find a comfortable position and try to catch some sleep, she couldn’t shake the sadness knowing Oliver would soon be leaving again. Even though they would reunite again in less than a week, the emotional and unexpected reunion had deepened her bond with her two boys, making it harder to be okay with the inevitable distance. 

            She didn’t want to spend a single day without them.

            She wanted every day to repeat as that very afternoon had unfolded, with Noah and Oliver taking turns inside her, their naked bodies pressed against hers, their sweat mingling, their wet kisses trailing across her skin. Every sigh, every moan, every look and touch—she yearned for it all. She wanted to live in the intensity of their gazes when they moved inside her and when they orgasmed, she wanted their laughter, their playfulness, how it affected their expressions, the same ones she wanted to capture forever—like Noah’s focused stare as he moved slowly in and out of her at a deadly tempo, never breaking eye contact until Oliver spanked him, provoking Noah to cock his head and throw him a sharp look and say, “Can you not? I was having a moment with her.”

            That had made her laugh, only spurring Oliver on, his smile filled with fascination and pride as he reached between Noah and her to fiddle with her nipple. Annoyed, Noah had shifted from caressing her to ramming her, and she had ended up reaching her climax around Noah’s cock amid moans and giggles. It had been momentous. The sex they’d had that afternoon between the three of them had been more than that. It had been energy that existed on its own, the exchange of it between the three of them. There was nothing more wonderful.

            However, the feeling of floating in paradise only lasted for so long. It was not permanent. It came and went. And it was Oliver’s time to leave.

At ten to five in the morning, the three of them stood in the entrance: Noah in his underwear, she in a T-shirt and panties, and Oliver dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, his backpack slung over his shoulder. She hugged him tightly, determined not to cry like a little girl. Oliver kissed her long and hard, assuring her that with Noah back, they would make time fly until he returned. 

            “As soon as I’m back next week, we can start looking for wedding venues,” he promised, kissing her hand where her engagement ring sat. 

            She smile was filled with sadness.    

            “I love you so much,” he told her. 

            “And I love you,” she replied, throwing her arms around his neck once more and kissing him dramatically, as if it were their last time seeing each other. She would forever be grateful for him and the other man standing beside her.  

            Reluctantly, she stepped back, wanting to prolong their goodbye but aware that Noah, who had just returned, also needed his moment. Her fingers brushed Oliver’s before letting go, allowing Noah to bid farewell. 

            After their parting kiss, Noah instructed him to call before boarding the plane.

            “You’ll be fast asleep; doubt you’ll pick up," Oliver chuckled. Noah growled, grabbing Oliver’s sweatshirt collar and pulling him close again. “Just call me,” Noah demanded, before pressing his mouth to his again and biting on his lower lip. 

            Five minutes later, Oliver’s Range Rover disappeared into the darkness that still flooded the neighborhood, and Noah closed the front door behind him to find a pitiful little face staring helplessly at him. 

            “Back to bed for cuddles?” he suggested, arms wide open for her.  

            She nodded with a pout, looking all adorable. With a small leap, Noah scooped her up, her legs finding their place around his waist and arms around his neck. Nestling her head into his neck, she heard him mutter something as they ascended the stairs. 

            “What was that?” 

            “I said that instead of ‘kitten’ I’m going to start calling you ‘koala’.”

            Chuckling into his shoulder, she let Noah guide them back to bed. Despite the mattress still holding Oliver’s scent and shape, Noah hugged her close, offering her shelter against his chest. She snuggled, finding comfort in the Crow Witch tattoo on Noah’s arm, pressing her cheek to the drawing, letting herself believe that Noah’s arms were wings that would forever envelop her in a promise of adoration and protection.

            Trying not to think that Oliver was gone, she focused on Noah’s gentle caresses and the kiss he placed on her head. The last thing she heard before sleep claimed her was his whispered, “I love you.”

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hi luv! May I req for Leo falling for a mischievous (cat-like personality) demigo (maybe ares, idk) after she beats him while sparring so he continuously asks her to spar just to spend more time together (and maybe she knows it and just plays along, maybe tells him she’ll go on a date with him once he beats her?). Idk this was just an idea, thought I got. Do not feel pressured or anything obvs!

Heya this has been in my inbox for a while and I finally got a good idea lol cause I don't wanna be posting half assed WIP's. [this is also combined with a request for Leo Valdez x daughter of Athena reader I got a while ago btw]

Enjoy <3

love is stronger then everything [except Clarrise, of course] ---Leo V x Daughter of Athena reader

»»————-　★　————-««

Leo was a mastermind. 

Like, obviously you were the daughter of Athena, but he was the one behind it all. He was just… so smart.  It was unbelievable sometimes. Not to be big headed or anything, he was just the most intelligent person in the room.

Well, in this scenario, it wasn’t the room, it was the arena. And that’s about where his cunning brain cells decided to sit on the bench and do their nails with Piper. 

He’d tell them off later, if he ever survived the sharp eyed sharp edged girl in front of him who was somehow holding a war axe made of solid imperial gold over her shoulder like it was nothing. The sight of your arms distracted him of his incoming death momentarily, but then you just had to open your mouth. “

“Valdez, are you gonna spar with me, or was the six step official challenge at breakfast with a disco ball and three tonnes of strawberries for nothing?” 

“Four tonnes, actually,” he managed to squeak out, and then shifted his grip on the sword he’d borrowed from Jake, who’d only laughed in his face when Leo told him he’d challenged you.

Judging by the way you fiddled with your camp beads necklace and then swung the smooth golden axe stained with something remarkably similar to human blood, Jake was right. Leo gulped and stepped back, ready to scramble out of the way and clang his too big sword against the edges of the axe he only just realized were sharp enough to cut through bone. 

You seemed to pity him as well, which Leo didn’t appreciate, but at least you gave him a few extra seconds to scramble out of the way.

A moment later there was sand in his eyes churned up by your sneakers, the ones with little green string snakes as laces. He vaguely remembered snakes being a symbol of Athena, only that thought was scrapped when he had to step back to avoid having his skull split in half. 

Piper cheered sarcastically and passed Jason a leftover strawberry from this morning’s events. 

You spun around and the axe made a crater in the sawdust covered ground. Leo turned and half heartedly swung his hammer at your shoulder, but you dipped back and knocked it out of his hands in less then a second, leaving him defenseless. 

Leo launched himself backwards and felt his shoe skid on the ground, sawdust billowing up into his vision as gravity decided to ruin his day, and his dignity. 

He was contemplating just falling asleep right then and there, when a gray sliver appeared in front of him. He had to cross his eyes to identify the metal poking his nose as the tip of your war axe. Leo just got comfy on the ground, resting his hands beneath his head as you glared. 

Apparently you weren’t satisfied with the early defeat, gray eyes narrowed as you snapped. “What on Olympus was that, Valdez?”

“Me fighting?” He asked hopefully, squinting up as the sun angled itself behind you. He brushed away the thought that it made you look a bit like an angel, despite the frown on your face and the weapon at his throat. 

“Well you aren’t any good at it, so don’t bother,” you said, hooking the axe over your shoulder and marching off. “I have to go help Beth with the capture the flag plans.”

Leo huffed, blowing a strand of his curly brown hair out of his face and grinning up at the roof, which swirled a little. He might’ve bumped his head a little too hard, now that he thought about it. 

Then another face swam in front of him and Piper popped a bubble that smelt vaguely of grapes. She looked towards where you’d disappeared out the arena’s swinging double doors. “What in the ever loving fucknuggets was that, Valdez?”

“I liked their version better,” Leo grumbled, and sat up slowly, feeling his bones groan internally at him. “And it’s not my fault their fit. And strong. ANd have a huge weapon. And pretty eyes. And-”

“And a nice ass?” 

“Yep, especially in those camo pan- why are you looking at their ass?” Leo asked suspiciously. Taking a hand from Piper to get up properly. He stretched his arms above his head and tried to stop thinking about your butt. It didn’t really work very well, and then his thoughts skipped along to your thighs and the really cool scar along one and he missed half of what Jason was saying in between the smile he was trying to hide. 

That didn’t matter very much though, because Leo was struck with the best idea in the history of children born of the literal ideas god. Well, maybe that was Athena, not Hephestus, but your parents were a problem for later. Way later. Like when you’d decided Leo was more than just a rock stuck in your shoe.  

That was something he could work on though. 

He just had to impress you so much that you’d agree to go out with him. Building something cool would be the immediate option, but he built cool things everyday. It wasn’t easy, per-say, but it wasn’t a date-worthy achievement.  

Piper snapped her fingers in front of his face and Leo jerked his head back, “huh? Sorry I was just thinking…”

“About what? Finally giving up on-”

“Imma single handedly win capture the flag!”

»»————-　★　————-««

You handed out the last of the helmets, blue plumes dotting the crowd of demigods jostling around and yelling about lice and how their butterfly clips wouldn’t fit underneath the bronze. 

You chose to ignore those ones and turned back to the little canvas tent someone had dragged out from Bunker 9 to set up base in, even though it couldn’t be used during the actual game. You weren’t actually sure what the point of it was, but Clarrise deemed it necessary, and you decided not to argue with her, in the interest of living.

The Athena cabin had managed to swoop in and ally with the Ares cabin before Connor got there, so you managed to rein in the help of Butch and his siblings [which meant that the Red team would have quite a few problems involving pegasi droppings in the hours to come], the two twins of Nike, the Dionysus and Hebe kids, as well as the smattering of Aphrodite kids that were ready to get blood under their perfectly done nails. A few of them seemed too happy about that prospect, but Drew had heart shaped arrows and Charmspeak, so you ignored the fact Lacey was singing about chopping off heads. 

Annabeth propped her sneakers up on the table, smudging mud on the map of the forest as she did so, to tie up her laces. “So, we’ve got puddles of pegasi shit under the leaves, I asked Holly and Laurel who could make the most nets so we’ll have enough to trap most of the Hermes cabin under by the time we start, and then Clarrise and her lot can just heavily maim the rest.”

“Nice,” you noted, and pushed the coloured pins for each demigod wiping blue warpaint across their cheeks around the map to their places. “We’re against Will’s dickwits, so they’ll do that thing and keep the sun behind them to blind everyone on our team.”

Annabeth fiddled with her camp necklace and glared at the map. “ And what are we supposed to do to counter that? Ask Apollo to take the day off??

“Start handing out sunglasses.”

Someone dragged a bucking gray pegasi through the opening to the canvas tent and chaos broke out, Butch yelling orders at a group of Dionysus kids who began feeding the freaked out mare shiraz. 

You turned away before you were lumped with the task of dealing with them, and reached for your axe. A sticky note fell off, the yellow paper floating to the ground. 

Hi hi so if i win capture the flag by myself then will you go out with me also i cant ask you this in person because jasons teaching me how to use a sword and im about to run out of sticky note and now ive forgotten what i was trying to say

The note ended there, and you frowned, trying to ignore the twitch at your lips when you turned the greasy crinkled paper over. 

right yeah this is leo by the way you probably already figured that out cause no one else is smart enough to beat all of camp to go out with you the flying horse distraction was my idea too by the way im a genius you should definitely go out with me okay now im out of pa

“Who’s the person?”

You nearly decapitated Drew in that moment. You lowered your axe and shoved the note in the back of your pocket that you only just remembered wasn’t there, courtesy of the armor you’d donned. “What are you talking about?”

“The love note,” she insisted with a curious smirk, lipgloss shining. “They sounded pretty excited and now you’re making that face oh my god you actually like them back!” 

“Do not!” You snapped back, tightening your shoulder guard and hefting your bloodied axe over you shoulder. The pegasi was led out of the tent as you shooed Drew in the same direction. “Now go back to your station, we’re starting in five.”

She squinted at you for a second, then her eyes widened as he jaw dropped. “Leo!”

You blinked, wrinkling your nose. “Okay how did you even-”

“Seeya later!” Drew called over her shoulder, skipping away with Butch to find her section of the woods to patrol, her assigned heart shaped sunglasses slipping down her nose. 

You narrowed your eyes at her retreating figure, but then one of Clarisse's sisters was wondering if the no killing rule had changed in the last four minutes and you were promptly distracted. 

»»————-　★　————-««

“Why don’t you just run along there and turn Travis into a toddler for me?” You asked a son of Hebe who nodded solemnly and disappeared into the trees. Light dappled the leaves on the ground and once you’d ordered around the rest of the soldiers in training, the bellowing horn sounded. 

A tense silence filled the woods, no one daring to make the first move and startle the spies out of their trees and the runners from their starting places. You pushed the cat eyed sunglasses up your nose and adjusted your sweaty grip on the axe, which must have weighed as much as the Hebe boy you’d just sent on his way. 

Blue streaked the sky behind the clouds, but the blue you were concerned about fluttered peacefully in the wind from where the flag had been nestled in Zeus’s fist. 

From what you’d planned, the Nike twins should be hiding in the two pine trees in font of you that had grown on either side of the track you knew the red team would take, nets between them ready to trap the enemy. Drew was placed behind you with her bow and arrows, ready to take down anyone that made it past Holly and Laurel. 

And if the lucky little fucker made it any further, you had your axe ready.

The rest of your team, save the Ares kids bordering the river, who were ready to maim but not kill, were causing a distraction that included a lot of grapevines and a reenactment of the Hamilton Musical [the second half was to be acted out at the campfire later that night]. It was sure to distract the Apollo cabin while  Annabeth donned her blue Yankees hat and snuck through. 

The only way it could go wrong at this point, is if a certain fluffy haired pointy eared son of Hephestus went through with his sticky note proposition and burned down the entire woods. 

Considering the fact he’d challenged you to a duel four times this week, you wouldn’t be surprised. Not that you minded. His concentrating face was sort of cute, especially when he stuck his tongue out a little and that time you’d pinned him to the sawdust covered ground you’d realized he actually had a few little freckles along his nose. 

And he really liked strawberries. That you could admire. 

Okay, maybe you looked forward to whatever proposition he’d set up at breakfast each day, but it mainly had to do with the presents. And definitely not that grin he’d get when you agreed.

If he won this game of capture the flag, which was impossible for one demigod anyway, and you did go out with him, you’d get to see that smile times one thousand. It sort of made you want him to win.

Then you shook the thought from your helmet cladden head. Your team was going to win this, and you’d stab Leo yourself to do so. 

Lightly, though. 

He still had that crackly laugh you could place from across the dining pavilion, you couldn’t kill him. It made your brain melt for a moment, which wasn’t something a daughter of Athena needed. But, he was a certified genius. Maybe that would even it out. 

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“Where the fuck is Drew?” You yelled into the forest around you, but only the crickets and startled squawking birds answered. Metal clanged and the crickets were silenced when your Axe thudded against a tree, handle first. 

Austin smirked, and his bow knocked into your shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise you could already feel forming. 

You ducked another blow and stumbled back, stumbling a tight ring around the sun of Apollo to get back to your weapon, glancing around the clearing as you did so. Holly and Laurel were nowhere to be seen, and there were certainly no nets to help you out in the one on one ambush. 

You’d been waiting around for some action when suddenly there was a lot but still not enough, because apparently everyone on the blue team had decided they’d rather fall asleep in their stations than help you. Even without them you could hold up your own, grabbing your axe and swinging it around at Austin when he came back for seconds. The arrow in his hand seemed less scary once his bow was in two splintered pieces at your feet.

He stepped back, face falling, and the daisies crushed underfoot sprung back into their slightly crumpled places when he backed away properly, turning to where the blue flag was still untouched on the top of Zeus’s fist. 

You paused, lowering the axe in confusion once he called out to nothing, “Oi! Move it loverboy, I’m running out of time!” 

Then you froze, because of course somehow, against all odds, a panting Leo was clambering up the highest point with the red flag in one tightly closed hand and a second later he was holding the blue one above his head victoriously as well, a stupidly wide grin on his cute face. 

He let out a yelp as pebbles began to slide around his feet but then you couldn’t see him anymore, pushed to the back of the crowd by a stampede of yelling demigods brandishing weapons.

It took you a second to realize they were cheers and not war cries [the difference was hard to make out most of the time], so you weaved through some Hermes kids who were chatting animatedly and a Demeter girl with a stump where her arm had been. Will rushed along behind you to her side once you’d gotten past both teams of the now over capture the flag game. 

“What the fuck is this?” You yelled up at Leo, who sent you a double thumbs up and then began hopping down the pile of boulders, the flags now held with his crooked teeth.

You squinted up at him, watching his green army jacket get caught on an overhanging branch and then when he jumped down finally, you were there to cross your arms and glare at him.

“Sup?” he smirked, holding his hands behind his back and rocking on his feet. “Did you get my note?”

Apparently he guessed your answer through your facial expression and then held up the flags like an offering. You ignored a fatal sounding screech from an Aphrodite boy in the distance as Leo chewed his lip. “So…. I won!” 

“And how, exactly?” 

Leo glanced to the side, and you followed his gaze to a smirking daughter of Aphrodite, who’s hoop earrings shined with blood that definitely wasn’t hers, judging from Drew’s satisfied expression. He then pulled out another crumpled up sticky note from his jacket, which was stained with something dark. He read out in a stilted tone, “I have to make a flamethrower, a chariot with poison shooting arrows, a two real life hoverboards, about thirty pairs of water, lava, and acid proof headphones, and a few jetpacks.”

“Right,” you muttered, tilting your head at Leo.

 He blinked obliviously at you and tucked away his extensive list, probably not able to hear you speak over the yelling crowds that bustled around carrying bandages and broken weapons, already busying themselves with the aftermath of the set up blood-bath.  

“It was worth it,” he shrugged, “but I’ll be stuck in bunker nine for the rest of the my life.”

“Maybe you can take a day off.” You unfolded your arms, resigned to the fact all of Camp Halfblood was about to witness this. Then you stepped forwards a little and leant in to whisper in his pointed ear. “...Y’know, for our date.” 

Leo blinked.

“Someone get the Leo extinguisher!” A Hebe kid yelled, and there was a general uproar of chaos from everyone but you weren’t really paying attention because Leo had patted down his flaming torso quickly, only that didn’t change the color of his face back to normal.

He narrowed his eyes, but the grin had never faded and you could see his fingers tapping along his thighs a thousand miles an hour. “You serious?”  

You nodded.

“DID YA HEAR THAT?” He yelled at the crowd of teenagers, cupping his mouth with a scarred hand, “I GOT A HOT DATE YALL!” 

“Don’t make me regret it,” you muttered back, rolling your eyes, but when Leo smiled up at you you knew you’d never regret it, so instead you just smiled back, shoving your hands in your pockets while Piper started screaming from Jason’s shoulders. 

Leo clapped his hands eagerly, “great, now you gotta carry me.”

“That’s cringe.”

“I’m being serious,” he said and held his arms up so you could grab him bridal style. You paused for a moment and then resigned yourself to the fact this might be the rest of your life. It wasn’t too bad, you realized, when Leo wrapped his arms around your neck and pointed in the direction of Will triumphantly. “Forward, sexy steed!” 

“One, if you ever call me that again, I will literally throw you off a cliff, and two, why do we have to get to WIll?” You asked as you carried him through the crowd in the direction of the stressed out blonde anyway.

“Cause Clarrise stabbed me in exchange for letting me win.”

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You Belong With Me (part 1)

Natasha ran from her home country when she was 18, and has since been working at a stripclub in NYC. One night she spots a woman who seems all too familiar and turns out to be her childhood lover. While getting to know each other all over again, they discover new truths and old lies.

- Natasha Romanoff x Katya Petrova - Wordcount: 3K - Warnings: none I think - A/N: Sooooo, I wrote a fanfic about a fanfic. This stripclub AU idea has been floating around for a while, but I finally managed to get a part done. Thank you @katyaromanoffpetrova for letting me borrow your babies🫶 I hope I did them justice. If you're curious about who Katya is, check out the forgotten ghost series here!

Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!!

The bright light above the mirror casts its hideous yellow hue down on Natasha’s face. She could hardly tell the shades of her various lipsticks apart in this setting. Some days she hardly bothered with her makeup, the dark circles around her eyes were far too visible for any concealer to hide. Today though, something told her to put in some extra effort. Who, or what, was telling her, she didn’t know. Very few things harnessed the power to make Natasha Romanoff listen, but she would never go against her intuition.

The redhead stepped out of the dressing room and into the dimly lit hallway. After sitting under that bright light for so long she had to squint her eyes to see where she was going. She hardly needed the ability to see here at all. Natasha had walked this very path so many times that she was doing it on auto-pilot by now. She knew every crease in the dirty, stained carpet. She knew exactly where to place her heel adorned feet as she made her way to the stage area.

Natasha liked dancing, loved it even. As a little girl in Russia she had danced nearly every single day. Even the extremely strict ballet teacher hadn’t been able to break her and her passion for letting the rhythm guide her body. Of course, this wasn’t the type of dancing career she had imagined for herself while growing up, but it’s what paid her bills and kept her alive.

Moving, or rather, running away to another country when she had just turned eighteen hadn’t been easy, and it certainly hadn’t been cheap. So when she met Clint, her best friend and one of the bartenders at the club, she took the opportunity she was offered and started working there as one of the dancers. Originally it had been a temporary solution, just to get her on her feet in this new life. However, she quickly realised these people were much more than just coworkers, they’d become her found family before she even realised it.

So here she was, in her high heels and the skimpy bits of fabric you could hardly call clothing. She heard the music start and let her body take over from her brain, as she made her way to the centre of the stage, complete with pole and all, she took a quick and subtle look at the crowd. At first glance it was the same as every other night, young guys who’d just gotten their paycheques, middle aged men who most likely told their wives they’re working late, and the same old men smoking cigars and eyeing her up.

But as she was about to shut her brain off and let her limbs move themselves, she spotted a woman. All alone and mysterious in the darkest corner of the club, with what looked like a martini in her hand. Thanks to the darkness, Natasha couldn’t make out any clear features. All she could see was dark hair, seemingly brown but she wasn’t certain. And all that she felt was an overwhelming amount of familiarity, like she hadn’t only seen this woman before, but like she knew her. Natasha could not see the woman’s eyes in the darkness, but she knew they were focused on her.

Whether she meant to or not, Natasha’s dance was focused on this woman now. If she looked into the crowd at all, she looked at her. She put some extra effort and seductiveness into her movements, and she enjoyed doing it. Dancing for men whose attention she hardly wanted in the first place was just a job, and not one she was always happy to do. But this woman brought out her true passion for dancing, motivated her to truly let the rhythm guide her and just enjoy the moment.

When the redhead finished her dance, she left the stage almost immediately and made her way towards that dark corner. The crowd didn’t let her through nearly as fast as she wanted, and she was disappointed to find the seat empty when she finally got there. If this had been any random person, Natasha would’ve assumed they got flustered by just being in the club and ran. However, something told her that wasn’t the case here. Her mood now having been ruined by not even catching a glimpse of the woman, she didn’t feel the need to stick around.

She went to the backstage area, walked that barely lit hallway again until she reached the door to the stairs. She was one of three people living above the club. Her, Clint and Maria each had their own spaces and enough privacy to not be bothered by each other, they did however share a kitchen together. The rent was incredibly cheap due to their employment and it was a nice spot in the city as well. Unbeknownst to their boss, Fury, Natasha had a dark haired, four legged roommate upstairs.

She found Liho in the street when she was still a kitten. She was looking about as miserable and hopeless as the redhead was feeling at the time, so the only logical option was obviously to take her home. Part of Natasha had been afraid that the cat would abandon her over time, but Liho seemed better than the humans who’d let the woman down time and time again.

That night, sleep did not come easy to Natasha. She overanalysed everything she saw, or didn’t see of the mysterious woman. For some unknown reason, she was a hundred percent sure that she knew this person. When or how they met, she didn’t know, but she was certain that they had.

………

Every night that she was on stage, Natasha looked at that corner, hoping to see the person who’d been keeping her up for weeks now. She’d almost lost hope that she would see her again at all, until today. As the redhead went through her entry routine on stage, she spotted that mystery person in the corner. Before she could stop it, the slightest smirk appeared on her face.

You see, Natasha had spent her sleepless nights coming up with a plan to prevent this woman from escaping again before she could truly see her. So she made her way to the front of the stage, which had stairs connected to it, and she went into the audience. Now obviously she couldn’t just walk straight to the corner, so as she moved through the various seating arrangements, she stopped a few times. She danced at some tables and gave some extra attention to men who seemed well off enough to throw her some extra dollar bills, until she finally approached that corner.

The lighting in the club focused on Natasha, and therefore started lighting up this usually dark area. As she moved closer, the redhead could see the woman more clearly by the second. The first thing that got her attention wasn’t the clothing that she was wearing, but rather the skin left exposed by it. Tattoos that Natasha couldn’t make out quite clear enough yet, decorated smooth skin as far as she could see. She found herself imagining how many more of those she could find underneath the black slacks and white dress shirt combination. The black blazer had been hung over the chair, and her white sleeves had been rolled up. As her eyes made their way upwards, she didn’t fail to notice the amount of buttons that had been undone on the shirt, before finally getting a look at the woman’s face

Brown, shoulder length hair surrounded what may just be the most gorgeous face she’d seen in a long time, if not her whole life. Piercing blue eyes had locked onto her green ones as soon as she’d left the stage, and hadn’t looked away since. Now, Natasha was by no means shy or introverted, but she found a surprising amount of difficulty just to hold eye contact. The woman however, seemed to radiate nothing but confidence.

Where most, if not all, men would be eyeing her up like a piece of meat by now, she found what seemed an awful lot like admiration in the brunette’s eyes. She was definitely staring at Natasha, but in an oddly respectful manner. There wasn’t just lust in her eyes, she seemed enticed by the way the redhead moved her body. The way this woman was looking at her made Natasha feel good. It made her feel sexy in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time, and it filled her with newfound confidence.

Since the brunette was situated in a single chair and not in one of the booths they had in the club, Natasha took the opportunity to circle around her before settling in front of the chair. As the redhead moved her body to the music, the woman uncrossed and opened up her legs in a swift, but elegant, movement. Natasha took this as an invite to get closer, and as she did so she bent over just enough for her mouth to end up near this woman’s ear.

“Are you planning on running away again, darling?”

As she moved back to stand up straight again, she held eye contact with the brunette and found a smirk adorning that mesmerising face. Natasha could’ve, and had, imagined many different responses to her question. She’d thought about it far more than she should have probably. However, what came out of the woman’s mouth was far from anything she had expected.

“I think I’ll stay this time, I’ve missed seeing your face, Natalia.”

Shock and confusion overtook the redhead, and it was a good thing her performance time had ended at this moment. The spotlight went out as she made one last gesture to the crowd before turning around to face the woman again, what she found was that same smirk still on her face. Now though, Natasha didn’t think about how attractive that face was, she only focused on how the hell this person knew a name she had left behind all those years ago.

“How do you know that?” Was the first of many questions she wanted to ask, but for now it was the most important one. She recognised the features of the brunette’s face, but had a feeling that the time they knew each other was far in the past. What was starting to get to her though, was the smugness all over the face opposite of her. She seemed to know nothing about the person in front of her, who seemed to know a whole lot about Natasha.

“You really don’t remember me, do you?” The brunette started to get on her nerves now, Natasha wasn’t in the mood for any of these games, she wanted answers right now. “Am I supposed to recognise you? You seem to think you’re quite memorable.” At that, the woman smiled, not a smirk, no smug looks, a genuine smile.

“I thought people always remembered their first kiss.”

Now seemed like a great moment for Natasha to sit down in the chair opposite of the brunette, mainly because the shock of this all gave her some difficulty with standing up straight. “Katariina?” She couldn’t find the right words to say, so instead opted for just her name. She hadn’t seen that gorgeous face since they were both teenagers, so it made sense she didn’t recognise her right away, so many years later. Now that she knew though, she couldn’t stop the flood of memories that came over her.

Natasha had moved around Russia far more than she would’ve liked when she was a kid. Her mother had passed away when she was a baby, and her father just left her on the doorstep of the nearest orphanage. Little Natasha was far too rebellious for her own good, and this resulted in being kicked out of foster homes time after time again. The longest she ever lasted was a little over a year, and it wasn’t the family she was staying with that got her through that time. No, it was that beautiful face she found looking back at her now.

“It’s just Katya now actually, but good to know you remember, Natalia.” And remember, she did. She recalled the first time that she saw Katya, her foster parents quickly tugged her the other way and told her not to play with the girl, to never even go near the huge house on the other side of the street. But something about her had already intrigued Natasha, even if she had only seen her for just a second. From that moment on, all that she wanted to do was get to know this girl. As she did so, she found that she craved to be much closer than friends were supposed to be. She wanted to know her in far more intimate ways than society deemed acceptable for them.

“It’s probably my hair. It’s not blonde anymore” Natasha looked at her, took her time to take in this new appearance. “I can see that, the ink wasn’t there either.” Now it was Katya’s turn, to take in her own appearance. Smiling, she looked back at the redhead. “I suppose you, of all people, would’ve known about any ink on my skin.” At that, Natasha couldn’t help but blush. Memories of their secret meet ups filled her head. Some nights had been spent exploring the rural areas around their town, where nobody would find them. Other nights, they explored each other instead.

While they were both enjoying this seemingly light-hearted conversation, Natasha had questions to ask. “So I guess it’s not a coincidence that you found me, is it?” Katya smiled at her now, no longer hiding behind a facade of smugness and false confidence, powerful as she was, she’d been terrified of how the redhead could’ve reacted. “No it’s not, though I’ve got to give you credit where it’s due. You didn’t make it easy to track you down.”

“So how did you manage to find me anyway?” Natasha had changed her whole identity, finding her was supposed to be nearly impossible. “I have my ways.” Is all that the brunette gave her.

“Still being mysterious, I see. Nice to know you didn’t change too much.” She hadn’t meant to let that out as angrily as it did, but this was a lot to handle.

“I couldn’t afford to tell you anything back then, it would’ve put both of our lives at risk, Natalia.”

“And you still can’t tell me now?” For some reason, Natasha didn’t feel the need to correct the brunette when she used her old name. She was sure that Katya knew her new identity anyway, but simply chose not to acknowledge it. Plus, she didn’t mind the way her name sounded, rolling off of her childhood lover’s tongue.

“I could, and I might, but this isn’t the time or place. I’m sure you understand that, don’t you?”

“So when and where do I have to be, to get some answers out of you?” Again, Katya smiled at her, and this time Natasha couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she looked as she did so. It seemed as if that magical charm that had intrigued her when they were teens, was still there all these years later.

“You seem quite eager to spend more time with me milaya(милая).” To hear that term of endearment coming from the brunette, seemed to bring back far more than just memories. Natasha felt as if her stomach did a backflip as soon as the word reached her ears. It shouldn’t be that easy, for Katya to make her feel anything at all after all this time. But neither of them could deny that they had a special connection, one that ran far deeper than just childhood love.

“I’m just eager to know how you found me, and why you wanted to in the first place.”

Katya just looked at her, a more serious expression on her face now. She seemed to be taking in every detail of Natasha’s appearance, studying her so attentively that the redhead started feeling shy under her gaze. Before she realised what was happening, Katya started getting up. She put on her jacket and Natasha would never admit how much she hated seeing all that skin being covered up. Right as the brunette was about to walk away, she turned around one last time.

“Saturday night, nine PM, be ready and wait outside. I’ll have a car pick you up.”

With that, Katya walked towards the exit, leaving Natasha to gather her thoughts as she made her way upstairs. The rest of the night was spent thinking about Katya, and that damn smile of hers. The brunette was the only person she’d met in their home country, who didn’t hurt her. The only person who made her feel like life may not be all that bad when you have someone to share it with. Leaving that town had been one of the most painful things she’d experienced, and she’s been through a lot. Being forced to leave the only person she had truly loved and felt connected to up until then had felt like someone ripped apart her heart. The worst part was that she wasn’t given a reason, her foster parents seemed to have decided overnight not to want her anymore.

She’d since learned to live with all the abandonment she’s had to go through, and she’s worked on becoming a better person ever since she left her home country. While she was well aware that this was much too early to think about having Katya in her life at all, she couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of getting to know her again.

That night, Natasha went to sleep feeling hopeful. Maybe she would’t end up alone, doing this job, after all.

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In Time (Part 3 of "In My Sister's Place)

Based on this request: Hello, would you consider a mini sequel to In My Sister’s Place, where she arrives at the surprising Jareth, arriving sooner than he expected. Please and thank you

Here you are, lovely! My apologies for taking so long! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine.*

Part 1, Part 2

Fandom: Labyrinth

Warnings: Fluff, AU-ish.

Pairings/Characters: Jareth the Goblin King x fem!reader

Two years. That was how long had passed since you and Jareth had confessed your love for one another. You had chosen to remain in your world until Sarah and Toby were just a little older. Jareth, while upset, understood and agreed to wait for you for a little while longer. You didn't give him an actual timeline, telling him he would know when you were ready.

       Jareth, for his part, visited you as often as possible along with a few goblins. He could never stay too long as the Aboveground made his powers slightly weaker. He was needed in the Underground with his people. Jareth told you he brought them because they begged, but you were sure it was because he wanted you to get used to each other as you soon would be, in his words, their queen. Sometimes, when Jareth was feeling generous, the little goblins would visit on their own. That was how you got the idea to at least try to surprise Jareth. 

During a visit with the goblins and Hoggle, they told you that Jareth was planning a ball to celebrate some milestone or other(you’d forgotten what exactly). That was when you got your idea. You were going to the ball without Jareth knowing. Or at least that’s what you hoped to do. You weren’t sure how you could without using his magic, but you’d decided that it was time to finally join him in his realm. After all two years for you was probably a lifetime for the Goblin King and you knew he missed you as much as you missed him. 

As you prepared yourself for the night to come, memories of your time in the Labyrinth flooded your mind. You still got shivers whenever you thought about how Jareth had held you that day in the ballroom. A hundred years could pass and you probably would never forget it. Luckily, you would soon be in his arms every day.  

The night of the ball, a few of the younger goblins had managed to convince Jareth to let them visit you. When the magic took them back was when you would join them and, hopefully, surprise your love. Your stomach was in knots as you waited. Would Jareth be angry? Or would he welcome you with open arms? You were still unsure about the whole “being destined for a Fae” thing. Shaking off your insecurities, you took the hand of one of the goblins as they began fading from the room. 

When you looked around once more, you were in the castle you’d left behind so long ago with your mask held in your free hand. The goblins motioned for you to put the mask on before leading you to the ballroom. When you entered, you were easily able to spot Jareth. After all, he stood taller than most of the goblins and the few others there. Fae you assumed, did not share his unique personal style. 

As if your presence called to him, Jareth turned his head slightly. His gaze found yours and you swore his entire face lit up. He didn’t even offer an apology as he left his current conversation and made his way over to you. You giggled to yourself when he approached. “Do my eyes deceive me or has my vision truly been blessed tonight, my love?” 

“What was the point of wearing a mask?” you asked out loud. Jareth laughed. “Mask or no, no one can come close to your beauty. You are more radiant than any diamond.” You felt yourself flush at his words. “May I have this dance?” he asked, offering his hand. You took it and let him pull you close. A happy sigh escaped you. 

“I missed you,” you confessed. Jareth held you even closer. “And I you. Have you come to stay?” he asked, his voice full of hope. You smiled at him. “I have. If you still want me to.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “A thousand lifetimes could come and go and I will always wish for you to be by my side, my queen.”

Words faded while you and Jareth circled the floor of the ballroom, his steps confidently leading your not-always-graceful ones. Between dances, Jareth introduced you to the other Fae and some goblins you had not met. You had been worried the others of his kind wouldn’t like you, but they were surprisingly kind to you. All Fae took the meeting of mates very seriously. 

The ball lasted several hours, but despite your sore feet, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You felt like you were where you belonged. In Jareth’s arms. As the ball began winding down, sleep seeped into your bones. “Tired, precious?” Jareth whispered in your ear as you bid goodnight to the last of the guests. You shook your head as a yawn tried to force its way out of your mouth. 

“You need rest.” You shook your head again and clung to him. “You need not worry, Y/N. I will not go far and we have, after all, all the time in this world and the next to be together.” You didn’t argue and let Jareth lead you from the ballroom to the room you assumed would be yours. When he tried to leave, you gently grabbed his arm. “Stay?” He beamed at you and nodded. “Very well. If it means you will sleep.” He tapped your nose before you walked over to the bed. You didn’t care that you were still in your gown. You just wanted sleep and Jareth. 

Jareth did care, however, knowing that you would not be comfortable. So he helped you find something suitable to wear(turning away when you changed) and changed his own clothes before joining you in the bed. As you snuggled close to him you were happier than you’d ever been.

(a/n: I hope you like it and that it ties up the series in a nice little bow for you!)

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Join The Digital Age - Spencer x Streamer! Fem! Reader

So I had an idea of what Spencer would be like reacting to various different video games, what better way to react to games than with a significant other who is a know twitch streamer/gamer type! If people don't like the streamer route, I'll probably change it to just a casual gamer thing! This will probably be a fun little miniseries I write while I'm working on my longer Spencer series so the chapters on this might not be super long... Anyway! Enjoy! Xxx Divider: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Stardew Valley

Spencer pov

Coming home to (y/n) has been the highlight of my day for the last two months, since we moved in together. I knew vaguely what she did for a living, she told me she was a streamer, and apparently, quite a popular one. There have been multiple times, whilst out on a date, or just going to the store to pick up groceries, where (y/n) has been recognised, people freaking out over seeing her in person and wanting a picture, or a hug (I was quick to tell her how many germs she could get from hugging a stranger).

I thought it was nice, I knew roughly how much money she made, she always helped with rent, even if she didn't need to, she randomly bought me presents, whether they were cardigans, fidget toys for when I was on a case, or books that I had justified as too expensive to purchase for myself. She spoiled me, and if I was being honest, I was really enjoying it...

Living with a person for even a month, you walk in on various things, some are perfectly innocent, like when I walked in, exhausted after a week long case in New York. I had text (y/n) to let her know I was on my way home, it was late so I was expecting her to be in bed by that point, but she was up, in the kitchen, cooking dinner and waiting on me. Other things I had walked in on, like accidentally barging in on her in the shower (she still thinks I did this on purpose) were... Less than innocent.

One thing I had never walked in on, was (y/n) during a stream. Now her followers knew about me, in that they knew their favourite streamer was in a relationship and had recently moved in with him, they questioned why her background of her set up had changed so drastically, but they didn't know who I was as a person. (y/n) wanted me to keep my privacy as long as we could manage.

But she wasn't in a very secluded space, there wasn't a huge amount of space in my apartment, but we had made room in the living room for her desk and computers, I joked that it reminded me of Garcia's office, they would get along great. So when I entered our place (still gives me shivers calling it 'our' place), I hadn't text her to let her know I was on my way home, hoping to surprise her with take out and a few snacks for a movie night.

I walked in and was frozen, her face was lit up by three separate monitors, one showing her stream chat, one showing her set up prognosis and one with a pixelated game that I had never seen her playing before. She was a sight... She was all smiles, in comfy clothing, laughing at some of the messages, thanking people for following or donating and generally just being the happy ball of sunshine that I fell for in the first place.

But now I realised, her followers could see me entering the apartment in her camera...

(y/n) pov

I smiled as I tended to my animals and crops on my little farm. Hearing a familiar jingle, I looked at the chat monitor, to see that someone had donated five dollars, an automated message from an account called Babygirl79 being read by a chat bot, 'Hi (y/n)! I love your streams, Stardew is by far my favourite game so I was super happy to see you streaming it! Hope you have a good day!'

I smiled, "Aw, thank you so much Babygirl! Be honest, did you just send me that message so I would have to say baby girl on a live?" I giggled, "But I hope you have a good day too!" I went back to my game, making some small comments, but really just trying to keep the cosy, quiet atmosphere that came from playing this simple little farming sim.

Now, I had moderators for my chat, they were working through all of the messages and highlighting any that they wanted me to see in particular, but I still flitted my eyes over to that side of my desk every so often, responding to any messages that caught my gaze, so when I saw repeated messages of, 'Who's that behind (y/n)?', I got kind of nervous.

I turned my head sharply, seeing Spencer, trying to clumsily amble his way into the apartment without disturbing me, now that he realised that I was on stream and he was being recorded. I laughed, seeing him in all his fumbling glory, I turned back to the camera, "It's okay you guys, that's my boyfriend, he lives here." I mentioned sweetly. "Don't bother trying to find him on socials, he doesn't have any, he's a special lil cinnamon roll who doesn't like technology..." I whispered.

"I heard that!" Spencer guffawed from the kitchen, setting down what looked like Chinese food. I chuckled in response, raising a brow in a joking way to my face cam.

"Spence, if you want to, you can come over and say hi?" I offered, knowing that if he felt uncomfortable, he would say no. But surprisingly, he shuffled over, standing rather awkwardly behind my chair, resting a hand on the back rest.

"How many people are watching you playing a video game?" He asked, ever curious. I smiled at him softly, a silent 'hello' and 'welcome home', before answering.

"Right now? About a thousand people, but now that update 1.6 has come out, there's probably going to be a flood of people new to the game..." I mentioned casually. Spencer's eyes widened.

"How do you talk in front of so many people all the time?" He asked, gobsmacked.

I laughed, "You tell me hon, you just did!" I told him, seeing his cheeks reddening at the idea. "But honestly, I just try to be myself, I enjoy the games I play, especially this one!" I told him, and the camera.

Spencer watched the screen as I gave Linus a coconut, seeing the heart pop up above his head, "What exactly are you playing?" He asked quietly.

"It's a game called Stardew Valley, it's essentially a digital farm that you take care of, you can grow crops, adopt animals, make a butt load of money and products and talk to all the NPCs!" I told him with a smile, as I moved my character over to the mountain mines.

Spence tilted his head, "NPCs?" He asked.

"Non-player characters, AI from the game with a set list of dialogue and events." I told him, he nodded along as I explained. I explained that you can befriend and even marry the NPCs, by giving them gifts, how each gift has a different reaction from different villagers and the basic quests of the game.

I looked over at the chat, seeing all the messages, 'Spencer is so cute!', 'They're so cute together!', 'Would love to see them playing together!'. I chuckled at all the comments, mentioning briefly that Spence was a technophobe, leading to his comment of indignation.

Little did I know that later that weekend I'd be teaching him how to play the game, he went out and bought a laptop so he could sit at my desk with me.

Hope this was okay! I know it's short, but I hope you guys liked it, from the response of the poll, it looks like The Last of Us will be the next game we do! Also, should (y/n) meet Garcia?? Love you guys! Xxx

[kay-elle-cee]

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 18 || 1102 Words || Read on Ao3 —

He knows he’s meeting the lads at Remus’ flat in twenty minutes but fuck has James had the worst day.

Ducking into the dimly-lit pub and out of the torrent of rain that insists on beating him while he’s down, he runs his fingers through his hair in an effort to shake out the water before it settles in and weighs down his curls. In twenty minutes, he’ll be sipping whatever ale of the week Remus had stocked in his refrigerator, but he needed something stronger. Now.

Luckily, a Tuesday night isn’t the most popular night to frequent the pub so there’s only a handful of patrons as James makes his way to the bar, sidling up next to a woman looking down at the phone in her hand as she takes a sip of her drink. He orders a scotch and receives it gratefully, grimacing all the same as it burns a trail down his throat.

The woman beside him huffs, slamming her phone face-down into the bar as she shakes some of her deep red hair from her face and takes another, longer, drink from the nearly-empty glass in her hand.

He knows he shouldn’t get involved. It’s not his business, he’s had a shit day himself, he just wants to have a solitary drink before having to put on a happy face for his mates (because he wasn’t going to be a downer on Peter’s birthday of all days), but something about her compels him to brush all of these reasons aside.

“Er, everything alright?”

He’s met with the most cutting glare he’s ever received in his whole goddamn life. Her eyes—glittering green—freeze him to the spot where all he can do is hold his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, I just—”

“Is this your thing?” She bites. “Hanging around empty bars, swooping in when you see women who are upset, hoping they’ll be so thankful they’ll just—”

“Hang on a moment,” James splutters. “I’m doing no such thing. You just seemed—”

“It’s called an emotion, I’m allowed to have emotions—”

“I’m not disagreeing with you!”

“—and just because I’m expressing that emotion instead of keeping it bottled up inside—”

James is waving his palms in front of her in surrender, throwing a concerned look at the barkeep and hoping this interaction won’t result in him being thrown out of the pub and back into the rain before he’s even finished his drink. “Let me start over. I’ve had a shit day. It seems like you’ve had a shit day. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

She stops her tirade and James counts himself lucky for that at least. He doesn’t know why he’s proposed such a trade, but as he watches the woman signal for another drink from the bar, he realizes that heading off to Remus’ having told someone about today would be a weight off his chest and maybe allow him to feel a little lighter.

After all, what’s a secret amongst strangers?

Her gaze is back on him as the barkeep busies himself behind the counter making her drink, and James can practically see the moment she decides. 

“Alright,” she agrees with a small nod and an unreadable expression. Her lips pull into a thin line and she gestures towards him. “You first.”

Blinking in surprise, he takes a sip of the scotch. “Why—”

“It was your idea,” she challenges with a raised brow as her new drink appears in front of her.

Well fuck, he can’t argue with that. 

Heaving a sigh, James leans his elbow against the mahogany bar, eyes locked onto hers. He brings his glass halfway to his lips in preparation to wash down his confession.

“I was sacked today.”

Saying it is simultaneously another stab in the gut and a weight off his shoulders. He takes a bigger drink of the scotch, reveling in the burn.

“That’s shit.”

“It’s also as much detail as I want to give,” he manages to say through the burn of the drink, placing his glass back onto the bar. “What about you?”

“My friend got engaged.”

“And that’s…bad?” James asks with a furrow of his brow. “What, do you fancy the bloke?”

“No,” she answers emphatically, rubbing at the space between her eyes. “It’s just…all my mates are coupled up now, properly. And I’m just…still here, alone.” The hand drops, draping itself over the drink as she raises it to her lips, green eyes unfocused and gazing somewhere in the mid-distance. “Cold. Unloveable.”

He scoffs and that seems to pull her out of whatever stupor she’d found herself in.

“Fuck,” she breathes, taking a large drink.

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Hard to take your opinion when you know fuck-all about me. Pretty sure my colleagues who see me day-in and day-out have a more solid read on the matter.”

“I’ve got a good sense about these things.”

She tries to brush him off with a laugh, and he takes the opportunity to study her. Her jaw is clenched, chin tilted up ever-so-slightly: a picture of defiance of other people’s expectations. 

No wonder she’s here, drinking beside him on a Tuesday—it seems exhausting.

Her eyes—green and alight with the fire of their back-and-forth—flicker from her glass to him, a quick look of concern washing over her face before being replaced once more by that mask of indifference.

James gets a thrill from it—the peek behind the mask—and wastes no time in grabbing a pen from next to the register, scrawling his name and number on his slightly-damp cocktail napkin.

Pushing it towards her, he raises his chin in response. “I’ve got somewhere to be, but—”

She takes it from him, letting out a (nervous) laugh. “If you’re only doing this because I’m emotional and a bit shit-faced—”

“On the contrary,” James responds with a smile, “this is strictly for when you’re sober. I’ll prove it to you—or, I guess, your colleagues—that I have a better feel for these things than they do.”

A divot appears between her brows as she stares down at the napkin, now clutched in both of her hands, with a stunned expression on her face. It quickly morphs into something softer as her eyes travel from where he’s written James to meet his gaze. She holds it for a few seconds before her voice travels the space between them—absent of any of the earlier bite of their conversation, and wrapped in something that almost feels like hope.

“I’m Lily, by the way.”

He smiles, and it’s easy. Easier still when she smiles back; smaller, but still genuine.

[huskynotwolf]

Stuck (not really,) — Martyn and Grian

From my fanfic Watchers and Hunters on Quotev

Martyn growled and looked at the wall again. He could hear all sorts of noises, especially the talking of Watcher guards. Grian was next to him, clutching his head like he was having the worst headache in his life. His parrot wings have resumed to a striking rainbow, no longer dull, but his emotions screamed for help. 

Grian could feel his sanity chipping away slowly the longer he stayed here. He had gotten Martyn to tell Pearl about what’s happening, and he had told him that she’s coming. Then, using extra energy, he’d told Martyn the direction to get here for Scar, Ren and Scott. Two different patrols, trying to save them, but still the little Watcher shivered. 

Martyn hooked his claws into the chipped walls of the cell and tugged. He managed to yank a tiny chunk of rock out, but it took him almost a full day. He couldn’t keep going even if his instincts told him to. Grunting in defeat, he went over the the door and threw the tough rock at the hinges. The rock split in two and clattered to the floor. 

Grian mumbled, mentally exhausted. He couldn’t find any escape routes, but he could only see Martyn, the one man who’d kept him alive for their time here, banging a chunk of rock he’d ripped out of the wall. “Martyn, stop. You’re just gonna exhaust yourself more.” He prompted. The golden-winged boy stopped for a moment, then sighed and walked over to him, sitting down in the hard floor. “Scar or Pearl, who do you think is coming first?” Martyn asked. Earlier the man had explained every Hunter, or hermit, he calls it, to me do I could know a tad bit more. “…Pearl has a Wolf, Scar has the teleportation guy. I have no idea.” I stretched out my senses, then recoiled as Martyn yanked me back. “Pearl. She’s closer to us. I have hope, Grian. Even if your kind didn’t, I have. You’re officially my best friend. Aside Ren, of course.” He gripped my shoulders. 

Martyn thought of Ren when he mentioned it. The man-Wolf he liked… they’d led a siege together a long time ago, he’d saved Ren once. And now Ren was repaying the favour by saving him. He sighed, hopeless, but walked around the cell. As he neared the corner, his talons suddenly made a hollow clink sound. “Grian,” he whispered, tapping that certain spot of the floor. The kid wadded towards him, and hearing the sound, immediately lit up. “Tunnel!” He squealed, knocking at the floor to see where the lid ends. 

“Just big enough,” Grian smiled. He frantically scraped at the sides with his claws and Martyn began doing the same. It wasn’t long before they dug up the whole lid. “Come on! What’re you waiting for?” It was as if his stamina and light was relit at the sight of the tunnel. Grain jumped in first, and his friend followed afterwards. 

Martyn and Grian began making their way out of the base of the Watchers, completely forgetting to close the lid.

Watchers PoV

“Hole. They went through the hole. I though it was sealed, Karrie.” *Anadil growled. Karrie hissed. “I would never know.” She resorted, turning to Ember. “Guard the other end.” The Watcher nodded and ran off. Then she turned back to Anadil and Dandelion. “I have sleep gas. Does that work?” Karrie studied its pin.

“It would work.” Dandelion muttered, ripping the pin off and tossing it into the cell. It clattered for a second and hissed, releasing the gas. Anadil slammed the door shut. “I don’t understand those stupid Hunters. They take our territory then say we took their’s, they stole from us, they say we killed them when they killed more of us, most that never returned…” The eagle-winged Watcher sighed. “And now our exiled parrot Watcher and the clueless Listener is under their influence.” Anadil slowly stalked away. Karrie understood why her friend was so down; they had killed off most of his family members, the only ones left were her and her younger sister, who died in her own hands. In revenge she’d attacked on of the Hunters and gave him a massive scar. She’d got scars as well from that encounter, but her loss was the most grief the Hunters have caused.

We’ll talk sense into Grian. He’s just angry we’ve exiled him. And the Listener.

***

Basically, if you’ve noticed, all of the perspectives were from Life Series winners: Grian, Scott, Pearl, Martyn and Scar. It would stay that way until the end of the book. Also, keep in mind that I’ve used multiple ships (Flower husbands, Scarian, Renchantyn and the Last Life Scott and Pearl.) Also, the book was based on Martyn’s Eyes and Ears au, so I’m just reusing it on this at this point.

*The name Anadil was from The School of Good and Evil. I just liked it so much I used it for our little sad Watcher.

—— that cat on the moon

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[hellparkri]

The Main Event

The rain began to fall lightly, just as Clyde warned them it would a few minutes ago. The boys had finished putting away all the chairs in the small basement of the auditorium, normally Esther was the one in charge of this, but that girl seemed weak, she had used them all, not crying, but helping to solve the case of the death of his brother. It even seemed that she put much more effort into it than the authorities themselves!

 -Well, that was the last chair.-

 Craig yawned. 

-I think we can go now-

 Craig yawned again and stretched for a few seconds, he looked at his cell phone to see what time it was, “it’s almost seven in the afternoon!" He told himself, "We have been here for almost an hour and a half!" Craig sighed, somewhat irritated at having wasted the entire afternoon there, "but it was the least we could do for Esther," he told himself in his mind, Craig was happy to help the girl, he would have liked someone to show him this level of understanding. When Thomas left this world, he just hoped that Esther wouldn't end up like him.

 -I agree, we have to hurry, I don't want to have to drive through a bad hurricane again.-

 Tolkien exclaimed sarcastically. Suddenly, a roar was heard in the distance.

It was lightning, for a few milliseconds the sky lit up brightly again, it was not even necessary to describe Tweek's reaction after hearing that thunderous lightning. All the lights went out simultaneously, plunging everything into total black, where only labored breathing and the distant whisper of the storm They broke the silence.

 -Yep! That's a very good sign that we should get going already..-

 Clyde said nervously as he shrugged and gave a nervous smile.

 -Oh dear! Wh-what's happening!? Why is everything in the dark!? -

 Tweek said as he clung tightly to Craig. 

-It's just the rain, don't worry Tweek, look.- 

Craig turned on the flashlight on his phone.

 - My cell phone has a flashlight, we just have to walk to the exit and Tolkien will take us to our houses, there is nothing to worry about... Oh and... You can let me go.- 

-Oh yes yes..-

 Tweek took a deep breath and released the raven. -Sorry-

-It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I understand.-

The boys walked slowly through the hallways, Craig's flashlight and the occasional flashes of lightning were the only sources of light, those thunderous bolts could be heard with increasing strength, Tweek was the one who hated those bolts the most, they made him alert and nervous, he simply knew that something bad would happen if those noises continued.

 -Oh my God! W-we have to get out of here! I-I-it's not safe!- 

-iTweek!- 

Craig turned to see the blonde and looked him in the eyes. 

-It's just the power, it's an electrical storm, something similar happened a couple of days ago, sometimes during storms like these the power goes out and everything is dark, it's normal, everything is fine-

 -And-and when will the l-light return?- 

-Probably until the rain ends, but by the time that happens we will already be in our homes, safe and sound.-

Craig smiled at Tweek and placed one of his hands on his left shoulder. 

-Everything is fine, you must understand that not all loud sounds merit danger, this is one of those cases.-

But at the end of the hallway, another noise caught everyone's attention, it was a small interference in the speakers, they were all supposed to be off, Craig illuminated the back of that narrow hallway with his flashlight, there was nothing out of place, Tweek just took another deep breath, without showing the same concern as before. 

-Uh, do any of you have any idea what we're hearing?-

Clyde asked. 

-No idea, let's just hurry…-

 The boys walked cautiously to the exit, it seemed as if those strange sounds were coming from there, because the closer they got to it, the louder this sound became, evidently it was some speaker from outside, which was probably being damaged by the rain. In the distance, Craig managed to illuminate a long humanoid silhouette from behind, right at the entrance of the school.

-What the hell?- 

Craig stepped back scared and confused, his eyes wide open looking directly into the eyes of that blonde, a huge smile from ear to ear was drawn on his face, even with the lack of light, his eyes with those purple pupils were as bright as the moon, all the speakers turned on and began to emit a strange distorted melody full of static and abrupt cuts, it seemed as if that song 

-Oh Craig, always so silly, you know? I would like to ask you a little question, what are you doing here? You should go home now, the weather has been horrible these weeks. Just look out the window! Oh well, I don't care, I'm just happy to see all of you again. I know you probably don't recognize me but I do remember all of you! - 

That blonde seemed to be trying to calm them down, he moved carelessly and happily towards them, as if he wanted them to lower their guard.

-Wh-who are you!? Dude, I don't know you.- 

Craig said as he began to stutter from nerves, he watched as that person ignored his question and just continued approaching them, the more the boys retreated the faster he seemed to approach them, they began to retreat to a small corner of one of the hallways, it didn't take long for them to realize that he was cornering them.

 -Does no one really know my name? Good god it seems like no one can remember me these days! My name is Phillip, but everyone calls me Pip, do you remember why they called me that?-

 -P-pip?- 

Craig's brain seemed to have opened a trunk with all those moments he spent with the boy out of nowhere... None of them were good.

 -W-why.. d-didn't you die years ago?-

 the raven stuttered from the shock and surprise that seeing Phillip again caused him. That boy was always very quiet, he didn't have a single friend, he was always ridiculed at school by them, But it couldn't possibly be there! He was dead, had been for years, they had even visited his grave a couple of times.

-Oh Craig, Craig, Craig; calm down, yes, I died eight years ago, that's true, but it honestly offends me that they don't even remember my name. I do remember them... .-

 Phillip approached the face of the jet black and continued:

 -I remember when you guys would make fun of me for being British, I remember that they always ridiculed me for my behavior... I remember every day in which they treated me worse than cattle... I'm surprised that you all don't remember me, always making my days miserable. I will never forget you guys... I would never forget **EVERYTHING** you did to me…-

-P-Pip, we-we're really sorry, we were ten years old, we-we didn't know we were capable of hurting you in such a way, you-you have to understand that!-

Clyde exclaimed.

-Oh Clyde... You know… I'm not here for you, I was looking for someone else, but a little bird told me that you guys were here, and well, I couldn't help but want to see you again... - 

Pip's eyes began to shine even brighter as he smiled and He showed his sharp teeth. 

-You know what? I don't think it's a good time for you all to leave, the rain is horrible, I think we can stay here for a while and play a little! And in these rainy times there is nothing better than playing hide and seek! I'll count to thirty, and I want everyone to have a good place to hide…-

Phillip took a breath and now with a more macabre tone, said: 

-Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell you that all the doors and windows are closed... Good luck-

Phillip innocently covered his eyes and began to count. Tolkien and Clyde were the first to flee, Craig watched them escape in bewilderment, but any thought he could formulate was cut off when a cold hand took his wrist, it was Tweek, who without saying anything escaped along with the raven by the hand in the opposite direction from where Phillip was facing. Craig did not protest the blonde's action either, they both managed to find a somewhat dirty classroom, away from most of the others, there were only two small windows without blinds that showed the outside of the school, Craig and Tweek closed the door and barricaded it. with a couple of desks before hiding under the window.

-D-d-do you think t-the rest of them are okay?-

 Tweek whispered in Craig's ear as he peered through one of the windows looking for Phillip. 

I-I-I hope so, I-I have no idea, I left my phone lying around, I couldn't call them even if I wanted to, I just have to pray that they're safe- 

Craig looked at the outside window, maybe he could break the window with something strong enough to escape , they were armored to prevent theft, so it wouldn't be easy, but maybe he could…

 -Craig!- 

Tweek exclaimed, trying not to make too much noise while shaking his shoulder to get his attention.

 -I can hear him…-

Tweek pointed towards the hallway, Craig could hear screams being emitted and he could also hear who seemed to be Phillip humming a little song, Craig tried to see more clearly what was happening, those screams and pleas mixed with sobs. and desperation seemed to come from one person: Jimmy Valmer.

The raven's heart stopped for a second, in the panic of the scene he had forgotten about his friend and his disability, an enormous chill, like none he had previously seen, took over him, he could see in the distance how his friend tried to flee in terror from the blonde, who just smiled and walked as if nothing was happening, it was clear that Phillip was playing with Jimmy, he walked slowly and carelessly behind Jimmy, as if he felt pleasure in seeing him in that situation.

-I-I'M BEGGING YOU, LET ME GO!!! -

-Let's get out of here! -

Clyde and Tolkien picked up their friend, at that moment Craig reacted and knocked down the barricade he had created to open the door and allow his friends to hide there. 

-Hey! Over here!- 

The boys ran towards Craig without looking back, the only thing they could hear was the laughter of that blonde, who seemed not to chase them. 

-Well, I hope you have a plan to escape.-

Tolkien said, as he put the barricade back up. 

-Tweek and I were planning to break one of these windows, it's our only way out.-

Everyone rushed to try to break the windows, but without any success, the glass was heavily armored, trying to break it before the blonde found them and entered the room was practically impossible, the boys hit the glass with all their strength in their arms and with everything they found at hand, but it was in vain, they were only causing light scratches to those windows.

 -Damn it, break it once and for all!-

 Craig exclaimed in panic, Phillip seemed to have realized where they were, he immediately started knocking on the door to get in, each knock being a little louder than the last.

-Damn why doesn't it break!!!- 

Tolkien could hear Phillip laughing in the hallway, feeding off his desperation and causing the barricade to slowly begin to fall.

 -JESUS! W-WE ARE DEAD!!! DEAD!!! -

Those screams from Tweek only seemed to make the rest even more desperate.

-T-TWEEK SHUT UP AND HELP US ESCAPE!!! - 

Craig said in a total panic, Tweek for his part seemed to have understood what he had to do to survive, he composed himself and began to help the rest escape, they were using every thing, no matter how trivial and meaningless. Everything was workable for them, from throwing pencil sharpeners to using the trash can as a battering ram, but no matter what they used, nothing was strong enough to cause any significant damage to those windows, the progress was too slow, only small scratches were forming on the windows, it was obvious that Phillip would get in before they could escape, in a fit of desperation, Tweek began to hit the window with his bare hands, at first they had the same result, but surprisingly, a small crack was beginning to form, without thinking, all of them hit that damaged glass together with everything they had on hand until it broke, but Phillip attacked the door, finally breaking the barricade, luckily the boys were quick, they managed to jump out of that window with ease, they didn't even care to stop to inspect if any glass had damaged them.

Immediately, the guys fled in terror and terror through that deep forest until they felt safe. 

-From one to ten, how much does it hurt?-

 Craig asked the blonde.

 -F-four, it only burns me, but nothing more-

Craig wasn’t a doctor, but from what he saw it wasn't that deep and Tweek didn't look in much pain, probably with the help of a doctor, Tweek would be good.

 -Does anyone have any idea w-where we are?- 

Jimmy asked a little confused. 

-N-no idea- 

Craig looked in all directions, trying to remember where they had come from, the others did the same, but none of them could find an answer to Valmer's question, they were lost.

 -I-I'll take that as a n-no…-

 Jimmy sighed and everyone was quiet for a few seconds.

 - W-WAIT! d-does anyone have G-GPS? I left my cell phone at school when that "thing" chased us-

 Said the raven. 

-I didn't even think it would take so long, that's why I didn't even bring my cell phone..-

 Clyde added. 

-What is a GPS?- 

Tweek asked. 

-I still have my phone, but I doubt we have a signal around here-

Tolkien checked if perhaps he was wrong, he turned on his phone and just as he had assumed, there was no signal. 

-F-forget it guys, I don't even know w-why t-that would w-w-work.-

-Hey guys! D-do you think Esther is okay?

An enormous chill ran through everyone, they had not thought about that possibility, but if that had happened they would have at least heard a few cries for help, but they couldn't even hear that, “surely Esther returned home without any major inconveniences" they said to each other. In their mind, it was probably true, there was nothing to back it up with beyond the hunch everyone felt in their minds.

 -I don't know, she's probably fine, but just to check, I'll call her when we have a signal, but for now we have to focus on getting out of this forest, only God knows if that thing isn't still looking…-

Craig He held his crucifix tightly, breathed deeply and with the rest, continued walking through the forest, trying to find a way out of it.

[angelst4re]

I have a request but also i just wanna say i love your writing sooo much 🙁 it makes me really warm and soft and you’re so sweet, keep going with the amazing job bestie ilysm!!! The request I have IS !! Reader and Jamie are dating and she’s sleeping at his house and its pouring rain outside. She says she’s tired and will take a shower, Jamie asks if he can join her, she’s reluctant at first because they’ve never seen each other naked before and she’s really insecure w her body but she says yes. They go to take a shower HOWEVER things started heating up, they get out of the shower and end up having sex for the first time?? And Jamie is like super careful with her and lotsss of aftercare!!! Thank you 💖

omg hello lovely!! you're so sweet :') this idea was so <33 and because autumn has just began in my country this felt like the best time to post this... i love it so much!!

Afterglow- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: read the request! :)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut, please don't read if you're uncomfortable my loves!!

note: I HIT 400 FOLLOWERS WHILST I WAS GONE THIS WEEK??? I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH OMG MWAH <33 also, yes the title is a taylor swift reference! :)

The tv was playing quietly in the background of the dimly lit room as you snuggled up to Jamie on his bed, under the comfy white covers. He played with your hair as you told him about your day, the customers you encountered at work, the gossip you shared at the coffee machine, and he listened to every word, genuinely enjoying the stories you told, along with your company and the weight of you on top of him brought him comfort. 

The rain was falling quite heavy now, you had even gotten caught in it on your way to your boyfriend’s house, but it wasn’t so bad then. It was a perfect autumn evening. When you got to Jamie’s house he had already made you a hot chocolate and set it down with a slice of cake he had bought you from a nearby coffee shop. The small gesture made you smile, feeling warm inside as he kissed your forehead with a small ‘I love you.’ 

Your head was currently resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as your finger traced one of the tattoos on his arm. He was quite literally a work of art. His hand came down to the small of your back, where he traced small patterns through your (his!) t-shirt. You relaxed into his touch, and that’s when the tiredness began to hit you. 

“I should probably take a shower before we sleep,” you say with a yawn, pushing lightly against his chest so you could sit up, “I won’t be too long.”

“Mind if I join you, sweetheart?” He asks sweetly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Um… I’m not sure, Jamie.” You say with a frown, you felt bad saying no as it was his house, but he had never seen you fully naked before. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought it’d be nice.” He says with a smile. Who were you to deny this beautiful man? 

“I do, I do want you to. I’m just worried you won’t…”

“Like what I see? Darling, the way your body looks isn’t going to stop me from loving you. That’s impossible!” He says, taking my hand in his and rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. “Go turn the shower on, love. I’ll grab some towels.”

You go into his bathroom and take a deep breath. He was finally going to see you. All of you. As much as it worried you, it also brought you happiness as it showed he was comfortable to do this with you. 

You did as he asked, and got the water ready, turning it to a nice temperature where it wasn’t too hot, nor too cold. You weren’t too sure whether to undress now or not. How would he feel if he came back to see you naked? Would he turn around and say he changed his mind? Would he-

“Got the towels!” He returned, placing them down beside the sink. “Ready?” He asked. 

You nod your head as he takes off his t-shirt, yet you can’t manage to lift your arms to begin undressing. You were too nervous, you didn’t think you could do this. When he was stripped down to his boxers, he realised you were still fully dressed. 

“Darling, you can’t shower in your clothes!” He chuckled, before noticing your demeanour. He walked towards you, placing his hands on your waist before whispering, “would you like a hand?”

You nod your head, not sure what else to do at this moment. His hands come to the bottom of your top, lifting it over your head gently before throwing it back to the corner where his clothes lay in a pile. He then began to slide your shorts down your legs, crouching down to help you step out of them, leaving him eye-level with your heat. Before coming back up, he places a hot, wet kiss at the top of your thigh, almost causing your knees to buckle. 

He smirks as he stands back up, noticing how you gasped at the feeling. 

“Can I take this off?” He asks, reaching to the back of your bra. When you say yes, he skillfully unclasps it, slowly sliding the straps down your shoulders, almost to brace himself before revealing your breasts to him. “You’re so, so beautiful, y/n.” He says, looking into your eyes. 

His hands slide down your body, from your back to your stomach, hips, thighs and knees as he crouches back down again, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your underwear. He looks up at you for permission before he slowly slides them down your legs. You now stood fully exposed above him, and it took everything inside him to not dip a finger into your glistening heat. 

“Jamie,” you said, although it came out as more of a whimper, “we’re wasting water. Let’s get in the shower.”

He stands back up and you are already under the water, letting it flow through your hair and down your body, sighing into the warmth it gives you. He quickly removed his boxers before joining you. 

You feel his arms wrap around you from behind, his lips finding the sweet spot on your neck as you giggle at the feeling of his hair on the delicate skin. As he places soft kisses to your neck, you take his right hand, which is resting on your tummy, and bring it down slowly until it rests between your thighs. 

“Feel how bad I need you?” You pant, your arm coming up to pull him closer, to connect your lips. 

“But we’re wasting water.” He smirks devilishly, tracing his middle finger in circles around your clit before pulling it away. “Let’s shower first, baby, then I’ll give you what you want. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” you whimper, pulling him so he was under the water with you, “that’s okay.”

He smiles before picking up the shampoo bottle, you were a little too excited to smell like him. He always smells heavenly, you just assumed you smelt normal- but Jamie would definitely disagree. He poured some of the shampoo into one of his hands before rubbing them together and massaging the bubbles into your scalp. His hands worked wonders, you wished he would always wash your hair for you. 

When he was finished, he ran his fingers through your hair, helping to wash the bubbles out. You then turned around and returned the favour, rubbing the shampoo into his hair, although he had to bend down slightly for you to reach. He giggled at the sight of you on your tiptoes, concentrating on your face as your hands worked into his hair. 

After you were both clean, Jamie stepped out of the shower first and wrapped you up in one of his fluffy grey towels, before wrapping himself up. As you made your way back to the bedroom, he spun you around and his lips crashed into yours. 

You let out a small moan into the kiss as you feel your towel slipping down, about to reveal your body to him once more, and you couldn’t wait. You pull back from the kiss with a smile on your face as you drop the towel to the ground, tugging on his to tell him to do the same. 

And he does, he lets it fall to the ground before climbing onto the bed, pulling you with him. You smiled briefly as you straddled his hips, before he pulled you back down for a kiss. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, “I’m so, so lucky.”

You moved your lips down his jaw and to his neck, placing hot, open mouth kisses on the skin. At the same time, you take his hand and lift it up to your breast, as if you were inviting him to touch you. He massages the soft flesh, tracing a finger over your nipple which causes a shiver to run down your spine. He does the same to your other boob when he was satisfied enough, and by the time he was done you were unknowingly rolling your hips against him, grinding against his hardening length. 

“I’m gonna flip us over, is that okay?” He asked, placing a kiss on your shoulder. You nod your head and in a blink of an eye you were now against the pillows, underneath Jamie. 

He goes back to kissing your lips, gliding his tongue along your bottom lip to ask for entrance, whilst his hands were on your hips, rubbing circles with his thumb. You part your lips, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. 

“Jamie,” you gasp, feeling breathless, “please… touch me.”

“I am touching you, darling.” He chuckles. 

“No…” You whine, taking his hand and slowly leading it down your body, between your thighs, “touch me here, where it feels good.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, pulling back to look at you, to check for any signs of hesitation on your face, “and if this leads to us… making love…”

“Yes, I want to. If that’s okay with you?” 

“Of course, baby, of course,” his lips return to the skin of your neck and begin to kiss down your body, “if you would like me to stop at any time please tell me, okay?” You nod your head but he wasn’t satisfied, he needed verbal approval.

“Okay…” You whimper, feeling his breath fanning on your heat as he spreads your legs further, letting him see everything you had to offer. 

You looked down at him, his head between your thighs. It made your mind feel fuzzy, even more so when his finger dipped into you, the tip of his finger tracing your dripping hole before spreading the arousal up to your clit, tracing small circles on the nub that caused your mouth to form an ‘O’ shape as you sucked in your breath. 

“That feels good, hm?” He asked, placing sloppy kisses on your inner thigh, “what if I…” 

You felt something warm and wet flat against your clit, you didn’t need to look down to realise it was his tongue. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he uses the muscle to play with your clit, tracing circles around it and going side to side. When he wrapped his lips around the nub, suckling on it, you let out an unexpected moan and dig your nails into the bedsheets. 

As he continues the assault on your clit, his finger comes back to your hole, gently easing it in before pulling it back out, adding another finger which easily slipped in beside the first, your wetness beginning to drip down onto the sheets. 

It doesn’t take long for you to approach your high, he can tell by the way your cunt pulsed around his fingers, and the way you were squirming above him. Your arm reached down and you wrapped your fingers around his wrist. 

“Jamie… mm stop…” You whine, trying your hardest not to throw your head back and cum right there and then. He places a kiss on your thigh and pulls his fingers out. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Yeah, I just… wanted to cum… with you…” You pant, your hand moving to cup his cheek. “Please, I need to feel you, Jamie.” 

He smiles, placing a kiss on your clit before moving back up, his face inches above yours. You feel his hardness press against your thigh, and you sigh, wanting nothing more than to move your hips to the left slightly so he would slip in…

“I want to take this at your pace, okay?” He takes his cock into his hand, giving it a few tugs before lining it up with you, coating it in your arousal. “If I’m going too slow, tell me to go faster. If I’m going too fast, tell me to slow down.”

“Okay,” you whisper, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as he buries his face in your neck. As the tip of his dick pushes into you, you let out a pained whine, but he rubs your hip in an attempt to soothe you. 

“Shh, you’re doing so well for me, darling. I know it hurts, I know,” he pushed in a little further, “hold on to my shoulders, baby. The pain will go away soon, I promise, sweetheart.”

And then he was all the way in. You both stayed still for a moment as he sucked on to the delicate skin of your neck, your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. You took a deep breath and tried to stop your pussy clenching around him, it only caused more pain for you and he found it difficult to keep his hips still. 

“I’m ready.” You whimper, holding tightly onto his shoulders to brace yourself. He placed gentle kisses along your collarbone and whispered praises as he began to move, pulling himself out half-way before pushing back in. You whine out in pleasure as he hits deeper and deeper with each thrust. 

“Darling, you feel heavenly…” He says between kisses as he peppers them across your cheek, “you’re doing so well for me, baby.”

“I love you.” You whimper as you feel his cock brush against the spongy spot inside of you, causing you to babble and think out loud, “mm, I love you so much.”

“I love you more, darling.” He says, looking you in the eye, an innocent smile on his face as his thrusts pick up the pace, his hand coming down to where your bodies were connected, “I’m close, are you close, love?” 

You nod your head, feeling a white heat flood your body, a knot forming in your belly as his fingers toyed with your clit. 

“Gonna cum, Jamie…”

“Hold it, baby. Can you… hold it, for me?”

You nod your head, he knew you were on birth control, and you let him know it was okay for him to finish inside you. He wouldn’t have done so if you didn’t tell him you wanted it. 

“Let go, dear. Cum for me, you’ve been so good, please…” He moaned, his thrusts becoming slower and sloppy. 

You let go, the wave of ecstasy flowing through your veins and before you can come down, you feel him come undone inside you. You whimper at the feeling of his warm seed coating your walls, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders once more. 

He flops down beside you, pulling you as close to him as he could, your face resting on his chest, listening to his racing heart. 

“That was so amazing,” you whisper after a few moments of silence, “that was, uh… my first time, ever.”

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart. I did too.” He smiles against your forehead before placing a kiss there, brushing away your damp hair. “How about I get you cleaned up and everything, then we cuddle in bed with another hot chocolate? How does that sound?”

“Wonderful.” You say with a small giggle, still basking in the afterglow of your high. 

Jamie slips on some boxers and wanders to the bathroom, coming back with a damp cloth to wipe you down with. He then hands you some spare underwear that you kept at his house, along with a comfy hoodie of his. After getting dressed, you go to the bathroom to pee (because we don’t want a uti!) whilst Jamie goes downstairs to make hot chocolates. Once you were finished, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Was your skin glowing?

When you finally came back to the bedroom, you noticed Jamie had also changed the bedsheet. You climb in beside him and snuggle up into his side, the warmth of his body, along with his scent, was so comforting. 

He kisses your forehead as you wrap an arm around him, smiling into his chest as his hand slides under your (his!) hoodie to rest on your lower back, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. 

“I meant it,” you say after a few moments of silence, “I love you, Jamie.”

“And I meant it too, darling. I love you more.”

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That fic you wrote about Tommy’s wife being depressed and the family coming round is now my favorite! And I loved that little bit about ruby insisting that tommy picks her outfit, I’d love like a little story or bigger headcanon about that if you wanted to write it

Anon! I'm so happy that you enjoyed that story! I rambled out a scene here and I hope you find it cozy <3

Thank you for waiting.

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No explicit content in this story. But please be mindful that Peaky Blinders does contain adult themes and content.

“No!” Ruby shouted passionately still sitting in her tangled blankets. “Daddy didn’t pick it.” 

You tried to hold your temper in. Taking a deep breath you resisted the urge to start screaming at her. Things around the house were not optimal. You felt that you had failed as a parent by being unable to shield them from the stress crushing you and Tommy. 

Things were off and it only showed more as it impacted the kids. 

“Go back to bed.” You said removing yourself from the room. On the way down to the kitchens, you poked your head into Charlie’s room. 

“Ruby’s staying home today -” 

“Is it the dress thing again?” he interrupted pulling his school blazer off the back of his chair. 

“I’ve managed every day this week. But she’s finally won, I don't have it in me this morning.” You let out a sigh. “Fair is fair, you can stay in as well, love.” 

“Yes!” He tossed his blazer on the chair trading it for a wool sweater before running past you. “I’ll be out back, Love you!” 

You smiled, at least you could make one person happy today. You fixed the jacket on his chair and then made your way to the kitchen. You pulled out the wooden chair by the window and lit a cigarette. The wind was blowing fiercely causing the trees to sway, suddenly having the kids home for the day didn't seem like such a bad idea. 

Thomas wouldn't be back for another three days. You were hoping that whatever weather this was would blow over before he’d travel home. 

Ruby’s temper was the least of your worries in the grand scheme of things. Tommy was out there up to God knows what. You took a long drag as your head started to hurt just thinking about it. John went with him, which meant Esme was either here at the house or calling every two hours. 

You put some water in the kettle before opening the back door to call out for Charlie to come in as the rain had picked up. 

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In Tommy’s study - 

“I’d like to speak to daddy please” Rubby mumbled into the receiver. 

“Where on earth is your mother? This is a private line you can’t -” A woman with a shrill voice answered, pinching the bridge of her nose. Strange people called in for him at all hours of the bloody day, but this was ridiculous she thought to herself. 

“I’M A SH-EL-BY PUT MY DA ON THE PHONE” Ruby demanded, determined to fix whatever mess took her dad away. There was a strange sound and she let out a frustrated grumble.

“Shelby.” Tommy’s voice rang out. 

“Daddy!” Tears welled up in her eyes and it got hard to speak. 

“Ruby! What’s wrong?!” He sat up immediately. 

“You-you - m-” She stuttered causing Tommy to clench his fist in the air. 

“Just calm down and tell daddy” His heart was pounding, and he felt his hands start to shake. Where the hell were you? Why would Ruby be on her own? 

“ I-I- Woke up this morning. Mmm-mummy wanted me to wear a dress- the green one -  but I - knowed that you- didn't pick it. Mmm, can you come home n-now” Her voice started to wobble. 

“Daddy?” She asked into the phone but soon realized that the line had gone dead at some point. Sighing in defeat she went to go find you to negotiate. 

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You set out three mugs on the countertop. After filling yours with tea, you grabbed a clean pot and started on some hot cocoa. 

“Mummy.” 

“Yes, darling.” 

“Can you please call daddy?’

“Sweetheart, he only has time to call before bed.” You told her and watched as she stuck her arms out above her head. You picked her up and placed her on the countertop. All rules were written off as the sounds of thunder ran across the sky. You felt uneasy, and playing games and breaking rules seemed to be the best way to hide it. 

“Are you making pancakes?” 

“And hot cocoa.” you smiled as her face lit up. 

The day passed easily, and you all stayed in the warm embrace of the kitchen. Laying down a blanket near the fire the three of you played cards and told jokes. The two of them made a massive mess trying to help cook stew for supper. You were having so much fun you didn't even realize that the day had passed. Soon you were sipping whiskey while Ruby slept against your chest. Charlie was talking to you about his horse, and well all sorts of random things about horses in history. You couldn't remember half the historical figures he was rambling about let alone what type of horse they had. 

You enjoyed the time you had with only them. Normally this time was reserved for Tommy, the business, or the family. But these moments of listening to him talk were too rare, something you would need to change. 

“Dad?” Charlie asked suddenly, looking behind you. You turned to look at the doorway and there he was. You suppressed a laugh once you realized something was wrong. 

“Darling what’s happened.” You stood up clutching Rubby to your chest tightly. Tommy came over and pulled her away from you. 

“You're home” She mumbled, her little hands clutching his jacket. After weeks of restless sleeps, she was too worn out to be excited. He held her tightly pressing his cheek against her head. 

Meeting his cold blue eyes, you sobered up from the soft moment.

“Help me get her to bed then.” He asked sounding defeated and worn out. You all moved upstairs and you kissed Charlie goodnight as he went about his own bedtime routine.

Tommy had gotten Ruby into her pjs, but it seemed even he struggled with her occasionally. She had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he knelt beside her bed. 

"Please don't leave mummy." She said in a wet voice. Immediately your stomach dropped, why on earth would she have such a thought? Your own insecurities started to blow up as the silence stretched on. 

"Why would I leave mum? Eh? Best mum and wife there is." He said running a hand up and down her back. 

"Rosy's da is leaving her mum for a different mum. I don't want you to leave. It's not safe for us - I-I do-"

"Enough." He said firmly shutting her down. "There is nothing in this world that would take me away from mum, or you, or Charlie."

"But you go away all the time. Even the sky gets angry when you leave. What if one day you don’t come back?"

A worry you spent much of your life pushing down. Always Thomas against the world, but what if one day he doesn't win? 

He let out a sigh. 

"We live in England darling, the sky is always angry.” When seeing she wasn't satisfied with that answer he continued. “ I go away on business, not to see other people or start families." He said seriously. 

"Promise?”

"Promise." She finally let go of his neck. You watched as he made a show of opening her closet doors. 

“Hmm. This is a tough choice.” He said sounding genuinely stuck. “Let's go with this one, eh?” He pulled a deep burgundy dress with long sleeves down from the top row of hanging dresses. 

You watched her give a nod of approval. With goodnights exchanged he arranged the blankets, and you stepped out into the hallway. He made his exit and gave you a strange look. 

“How does she know that it’s you that picks the dresses?” You thought of all the times he’d sent her to pick a dress only for Ruby to wake up and know it wasn't him. 

“I have no idea.” He shrugged. “Next time we’ll pick them out for the week I’m gone.” 

You followed him towards your bedroom. His words echo in your mind, and questions about why he was home so early start to boil over. 

Much like Ruby you were always fearful someone better would catch his eye, or that someone would get the best of him.

Undressing and getting ready for bed, the thoughts were pushed far out of your mind. There’s a simplicity to doing tasks next to the person you love. It was silent, and after so many years it could have seemed choreographed. Getting into bed next to him was bliss compared to the long nights spent alone. His arms found you pulling you into his warmth. 

“I thought something had happened. Ruby called me this morning and the line cut out.” 

“What - she doesn't even know how to use the phone -” 

“I taught her to in case of emergencies.” He responded cutting you off.

“That would have been good to know” You let out a sigh. 

“I just didn't know what would be waiting for me. The whole fucking city went dead.” 

“We played cards, cooked, told jokes, kept warm.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

You heard the sounds of the storm picking up but felt nothing but the warmth and safety of his embrace. 

It didn't take long before there were two extra bodies entering. Ruby climbed up to tuck into Tommy’s other side and Charlie placed himself on the edge of your side of the bed. You ran your hand through his hair a few times then let him have his space.

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Up in Smoke (Hurt/Comfort Edition)

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: Rick feels terrible when he has to work late and misses dinner with you, but he is in for a terrible surprise when he gets home.

Word Count: 3144

TW: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Language, Near Death Experience (mentioned), Smoke Inhalation, Happy Ending

Notes: I wrote 2 different versions of this same idea. Both start the same but do take a dramatic shift after a few paragraphs so I would suggest reading both if you are interested.

One is extremely angsty with no happy ending and can be found here.

This current one has angst, but also ends with comfort and fluff.

Rick sighed, glancing at the clock on his dashboard as he waited for the red light to turn green. It was 11:47 pm. Shit. He had promised he would be home early tonight to take you out to dinner. Just add it to the ever growing list of ways he let you down lately. Fuck Waller for forcing him to run drills with the team all night. She must have heard him talking to Economos about his big plans for tonight. That woman was the biggest cock-block he had ever met. First with June, now with you. If she even caught the smallest hint that he had something going on in his personal life, she did everything in her power to derail it. She didn’t even give him the chance to call or text you and let you know he was going to be late. And when he finally was able to check his phone as he was leaving the prison, he had half a dozen missed calls from you. When he tried calling back, your phone had gone straight to voicemail. Fuckin’ Waller!

He finally turned down his street still muttering under his breath, but his anger quickly shifted to confusion and panic as he saw three fire trucks parked outside his apartment. Smoke was still billowing out of the top of the building, but it seemed like the firefighters had managed to get the main blaze under control.

Rick quickly pulled his truck into the first open parking spot he saw and jumped out even before the engine had shuttered to a stop. There was a large crowd of people huddled around the barriers the police had set up and Rick recognized most of them from around the building. Spying Ms. Thompson, the friendly older woman who he sometimes cat sat for, he approached her.

Her worried face lit up when she saw him. “Ah, Colonel! I’m so glad to see you! We were all hoping you hadn’t been left up there. But seeing as where the fire started and all, we couldn’t be too sure.”

“No, I’m fine ma’am. I actually just got off of work. Can you tell me what happened?”

Her face dropped. “Oh… I thought you knew. I’m sorry, Colonel, but the fire started in your apartment.”

Rick’s face twisted up in confusion. “My apartment? How did that happen?”

She hesitated, placing a hand softly on his arm. “Your young lady stopped by.”

Rick’s blood ran cold. “No… she wasn’t supposed to be here tonight. I told her I would meet her at her place.”

“I saw her this afternoon and she mentioned she was planning on surprising you with dinner when you got home.” Ms. Thompson saw the panic cross his face. “It’s okay, Rick. I saw them carry her out earlier. She looked shaken up but okay. They brought her over by the ambulances.”

Rick gave a quick nod of thanks then hurried up to the cops guarding the barrier. Pulling out his military id, he flashed it at the men.

“I am Colonel Richard Flag, Special Ops. This is my building, and I was just informed my girlfriend was caught up in the fire. I want to see her. Now.” Rick barked the orders gruffly.

The two officers glanced over at each other hesitantly but stepped aside. Rick pushed past them and stormed over to where all the emergency vehicles were parked. But he stumbled to a stop when he saw you sitting on the back step of one of the ambulances, head leaning heavily against the door, eyes closed, and chest heaving as you breathed heavily into an oxygen mask. Ash and soot clung to your face, your hair, your clothes. A blanket was wrapped tightly around your shoulders, covering most of his favorite red dress he had specifically asked you to wear for tonight’s dinner, but the parts of it he could see were barely recognizable through the grime. Heavy bandages were wrapped around both of your hands leading all the way up to your elbows, but you looked relatively unharmed besides that.

One of the EMTs asked you something and you slowly picked up your head to look at him. You nodded then glanced around. Rick saw the instant your eyes landed on him as they grew wide with recognition. You struggled to remove the oxygen mask then shakily rose to your feet, taking a few small steps forward. He dashed to your side in an instant and you collapsed sobbing into his arms. But the sobs soon turned into an intense coughing fit as you struggled to catch your breath. Rick carried you back over to where you had been when he arrived, sat you back down, and replaced the oxygen mask over your head.

Once you caught your breath enough, you cried, “Rick, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! This is all my fault!” Your voice was muffled through the mask, but he could hear how scratchy and hoarse it had become from all the smoke you had inhaled.

“No, darlin’. This wasn’t on you.”

“Yes, it was! I know you really wanted to go out tonight, but I was trying to surprise you with a romantic candlelit dinner at home instead. You’re always so tired after work and I didn’t want you to feel like you had to take me out. But when you still didn’t show up by 8, I decided to take a nap on the couch. I figured you couldn’t be much longer, so I left the food on the table and the candlesticks still lit. One of them must have fallen over or burned all the way down or something because the next thing I knew, the entire apartment was full of smoke.

“The flames were already so high! I didn’t know what to do! All your stuff…” you trailed off, as you miserably hung your head.

He grabbed your shoulders firmly, making you meet his eyes. “I don’t give a damn about any of that stuff. None of it matters. The only thing I care about is that you’re alright.” You leaned your head against his stomach as he draped his towering frame over you, holding you as you sobbed once more.

When you had regained some composure, Rick stood up. He motioned to the bandages on your arms. “How bad is it?”

“Not too bad, they just wanted to be on the safe side. My right palm is the worst. The doorknob was really hot when I tried getting out so it burned it pretty badly. But they think it should heal okay. Possibly light scaring but there shouldn’t be any motor damage. Same with my arms. The damage isn’t as bad there. It just hurts to move them too much.”

Suddenly, Rick heard a voice clearing behind him. A police officer was awkwardly standing behind him, trying to get his attention. “Uh, sir. Could I speak to you for a moment? Over here.”

Rick kissed the top of your head and whispered, “I’ll be right back.” You nodded softly and reluctantly released him from your embrace.

Once Rick and the cop were a fair distance away, the man said. “Listen, we understand she’s been through quite an ordeal, and she might not be thinking clearly. Because of that, we all agreed not to take her statement or log anything she has said. And, although there will be an investigation, you might want to have her think long and hard about what really happened here tonight. Okay?”

Rick nodded. “I understand. Thank you, officer.” He stuck out his hand and the officer took it.

“She seems like a nice girl, but she needs to be smarter when it comes to situations like this. A few more minutes and she wouldn’t be heading home with you tonight.”

Rick nodded again. “Oh, believe me, we will be having a long talk about that.”

The officer gave Rick’s hand one last shake, before heading back to his car. Rick returned to your side. Once again, your head was resting on the side of the ambulance with your eyes closed. They barely flickered open as he took your hand. “Rick, can I go home? I’m so tired.”

Rick looked to the EMT who was packing up the equipment next to you. He just shrugged. “Technically, her O2 stats are back to a reasonable level. She’s probably going to be coughing a lot for the next day or two, and she might have some trouble breathing, but it shouldn’t be too critical. We can take her to the hospital for observation if you want, but I think she should be fine to take home.”

“Okay, thank you. She’ll probably be more comfortable in her own bed tonight. I’ll keep an eye on her and bring her in if she gets worse.”

The EMT smirked and curled his eyebrow as he threw the last of the supplies into the ambulance. “I’m sure you will.”

Rick ignored his comment but the muscles in his neck and jaw twitched. He turned back to you and carefully slipped the oxygen mask off of your face. “Okay, darlin’, I’m takin’ you home. Do you have your car keys?”

You looked up at him as you thought for a minute before tears sprung to your eyes and you softly shook your head. “They were on the kitchen counter.”

“That’s alright. We can take my truck, then come back with your spare keys from your apartment tomorrow. Does that sound okay?” He ran his hand through your filthy hair, breaking up some of the ash that had clumped there.

You nodded and tried to stand, but the effort had you doubled over in a spasm-inducing cough. Rick softly rubbed your back until you were able to catch your breath again. Then, without another word, he bundled you up tightly in his arms and carried you to his truck.

Normally, he knew you would have argued and insisted on walking yourself, but instead, you curled into his chest with a ragged sigh. Once he got you situated in his truck, he headed for the driver’s door. But before he could climb in, the officer from before walked over carrying a familiar looking chest.

“Sorry, son. I forgot to give this to you. She was carrying it when the firefighters found her. We didn’t open it, so I’m not sure what’s in it. However, since it came from your apartment, I don’t see the harm in letting you take it home tonight.”

Rick nodded, “Thank you. I appreciate it.” He took the chest from the man and tossed it in the backseat. He would worry about it later, but for now, he just wanted to get you home.

Your breathing was a little more shaky than usual but not to the point it worried Rick. He still insisted on carrying you up to the apartment though, not placing you down until you both were inside. Luckily, you had given him a key to your apartment last month, so he had no problem getting in. Setting you down gently next to the dining room table, Rick quickly ran back down and retrieved the chest out of the back seat of his truck.

When he returned, you were leaning heavily against the table, your head resting in your hands. Rick walked over and began rubbing your back. You groaned miserably. “My god damn head feels like it is about to split in two. Can you get me some aspirin, please?”

“Sure, darlin’, just wait here.” He quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed the pills from the medicine cabinet before snatching a water bottle from the kitchen.

He was only gone for at most two minutes, but when he returned to your side, you were asleep in one of the dining room chairs. Rick watched as ash slowly drifted off of you as you shifted in the uncomfortable seat.

He knelt down next to you, shaking you slightly to rouse you from your sleep. “Here you go, open up.”

Without opening your eyes, you spread your lips enough for Rick to pop the pills into your mouth. He then poured some water down your throat. Once you had swallowed, you snuggled back into the chair. But Rick was having none of that.

“No, no, no. I know you’re tired, but we need to get you cleaned up, darlin’.”

“No, Rick. Sleep now, clean up later,” you mumbled slurring the words.

“I am not letting you sleep all night in this chair and there is no way you are getting in your bed covered in soot and ash. So, come on.”

Rick once again lifted you into his arms as he carried you into the bathroom. Luckily, you had a huge shower, one that the two of you had often taken advantage of. But tonight, Rick had a different goal in mind. Once he sat you down on the bathroom counter, he helped you strip off the remains of your ruined red dress. He recalled how last night he had promised he would take it off of you after your scheduled dinner, but he just never expected he would be taking it off under these circumstances.

Next, he stripped down to his underwear and lifted you into the shower. You leaned heavily against the wall but managed to stay standing without his help. As quickly but as gently as he could, he began to scrub the filth from your hair and body. The water circling the drain at the bottom of the shower immediately turned a blackish-gray as the horrors of the last few hours are washed from your hair, from your skin. Rick watched as your face relaxed softly, the tension in your frame also washing away in the soothing spray.

You turned and nuzzled your face into Rick’s bare chest, this time not out of exhaustion but out of love and affection. Rick lightly returned the gesture, burying his face into your now clean hair. The smell of ash and soot still lingered slightly but he didn’t care. He just reveled in the fact you were still here, safe and in his arms once again. The two of you just stood there holding each other softly until the hot water started to run out.

After that, Rick helped you out of the shower and began toweling you off. When you seemed dry enough, he hurried to your room to get both of you some clean clothes. Luckily, he had left some of his stuff here in case he decided to stay over at the last minute. He quickly pulled on a pair of lowriding sweats, then grabbed you some fresh pajamas out of your dresser before hurrying back to the bathroom.

Once he helped you get dressed, he led you carefully back to the bedroom. The shower had woken you up enough for you to insist on walking there by yourself. But Rick still kept one arm tight around your waist, just in case. He helped you carefully into bed, then climbed in beside you.

As the two of you laid in bed facing each other, you softly whispered, “Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

“Darlin’, what is there to be mad at?”

“I burned down your apartment! All your stuff! I would be pretty mad if someone did that to me!”

“I told you before, it’s all just stuff. Does it suck? Sure, but I can always buy more stuff. But I can’t buy another you. And you are going to be okay, so that’s the only thing I care about.” Rick hesitated for a moment. “You are okay, right? You haven’t really talked about what happened. I’m sure the whole thing must have been scary.”

You ran your fingers across Rick’s cheek. “There was a moment when I didn’t know if I was going to get out or not. I should have been terrified, but I wasn’t. I was only sad.”

“Sad?”

“Yeah. I was so sad that I wasn’t going to see you again. That I was about to lose the life we had talked about having together. And I… I couldn’t let that happen. It was that thought that kept me going when I almost gave up. That I had to get back to you.”

Rick wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. “I know exactly how you feel, darlin’. I have the same thought on every mission. I refuse to be taken out because that means I’ll be losing you, and I won’t ever let that happen.”

You snuggled deeper into him as you whispered, “I love you, Rick.”

“I love you too, darlin’.”

When Rick woke up the next morning, you were still unconscious to the world around you. He carefully slid out of bed and padded softly into the living room. As he grabbed the paper from outside, he noticed the chest you had saved from his apartment sitting next to the front door. He lugged it over to the couch and opened the lid. What he saw inside took his breath away.

It was everything he would have wanted to save from his place. His military medals, the flag he had been given when his father was killed in action, the photo album that contained the only picture he had of his grandparents, the stuffed monkey he won you on your first date that you snuggled with when you slept over. It was all there, perfectly protected within the sturdy chest. You had known exactly which irreplaceable items he would have mourned the loss of most.

Even though it had gone horribly wrong, everything you had done, from planning the dinner to saving the box of his possessions, had been for him. Because you loved him. And he loved you so fucking much, the thought of how close he had gotten to almost losing you last night still send shivers down his spine. He quickly stood and rushed down the hall. In that moment, he was hit with an uncontrollable need to see you. To prove to himself you had made it out safe and you were okay.

Bursting through the bedroom door, he almost collapsed in relief when he saw you still laying there. You jerked awake as the door slammed into the wall. Staring at Rick in the doorway, bare chest heaving and eyes wild, you raised a sleepy eyebrow.

“Hey, baby. Is everything okay?” Your voice was still a little hoarser than normal, but much better than last night.

Rick took one more long look at you in all of your splendor before answering, “Darlin’, it’s never been better.” He leapt onto the bed and wrapped you tightly into his arms, silently swearing he would never let you go again.

[cherrythepuppet]

This was a oneshot I made for the after-story for a fanfic I made

You adjusted the hood of your Glamrock Chica onesie as Cassie blew on her freshly painted nails "Gregory You Ready?" She asked as she rolled up the sleeve sof her Roxy onesie 

Gregory groaned as he walked into the living room in a Glamrock Freddy onesie "This is stuipd" he grumbled  "Well too bad Greg!" You exclaimed 

Cassie blew on her nails again "We all got these for a reason Gregory" She said "And that is?" Grehory asked with an eye roll

"So we could all match!" You chuckled "But this is stuipd! Why wear onesies When all we're doing is going to watch Back to the future?!" Gregory yelled

"Because it makes you upset and I look F!cking hot" you joked "Lanague!" Cassie yelled as she smacked the back of your head "OW!" You said as you rubbed the back of your head

Gregory sighed "I'm surrounded by idoits" he mumbled as he turned the TV on "It's on HBO Max Right?" He asked and Cassie nodded

Just as Gregory was about to hit Play to start the movie all the lights began flickering and Soon they all shut off "What the!-" "Hey that's my foot!" "Gregory personal space!" "(Y/n) move!" "I can't see!"

The commotion was loud but eventually you managed to grab a flashlight, you smacked it aginast the counter to get it to work and soon it slowly came to life

You shined the light in the direction of Cassie and Gregory "The power's out" you said "What seriously?!" Cassie groaned 

Gregory looked out the front window and groaned as well "The whole neighborhood is out!" He told you two

"Great! The animatronics are- er- were charging and now they probably have low battery and it doesn't help that Vanessa is at work either!" Cassie yelled

You checked your Rox-Watch and it was 7:09 at night, You checked the new notifs on it and saw one about the power outage in your area 

It also said the power wouldn't be back on until 9:00, You wanted to punch the wall "Serioudly 9:00?!" Gregory yelled

"Vanessa gets off a 8:00 so until then we better find soemthing to preoccupie ourselves" Cassie mumbled "Ooh I have an idea!" You exclaimed 

That got Cassie and Gregory's attention and they both tilted their heads to let you know to continue "We could play Hide'N'Seek in the dark! The seeker has the flashlight while the others hide!" You told them

Cassie lit up at the idea "YEAH!" She exclaimed "That doesn't sound so bad actually" Gregory mumbled "Okay I'll count first Now you two go hide!" You said

You turned around and closed your eyes "One, Two, Three, Four, Five..." you started counting as Cassie hid in a closet and Gregory hid under a table

Once you finished counting you turned the flashlight back on (You just kept hitting it against the counter-) before venturing off to look for them

You looked in the living room but didn't find them, you looked in the bathroom but didn't find them, You checked the garage where the animatronic were supposed to be charging but didn't find them

You then checked the hallway closets and heard Cassie giggling "Found you!" You exclaimed as you opened the closet door 

Cassie couldn't stop laughing while you contiued to look for Gregory, you tripped while looking and dropped the flashlight under the table

You tried to grab the flasglight when suddenly it was...Handed to you? You flinched then moved the table cloth and saw Gregory with a sh!t earing grin 

"Gregory!" You yelled as he climbed out fron under the table chuckling "What?" He asked in an innocent way "You svared me!" You yelled

Gregory only laughed as he stood up and you handed the flashlight to Cassie "Come on it was Funny!" Grehory chuckled 

"N-no it wasn't!" You said "You seriously scared me!" You added as Gregory continued laughing but it was slowly dying down

He put an arm around your Shoulder and smirked "I would take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring outside snacks in" he told you

Your face turned red in embarrassment as you playfully smacked him away "Gregory!" You yelled as you heard Cassie begin counting 

You ran off from Gregory and hid behind the couch as Gregory climbed onto of the fridge 

Cassie found Gregory instantly because in her words "He's predictable" but she couldn't find you, Gregory however did find you and he held back a laugh

"Where are you (Y/n)?!" Cassie groaned as you covered your mouth to not laugh as you hid behind the couch soon the front door unlocked and opened

"GREGORY! CASSIE! (Y/N)!" Vanessa called out "I got home as quick as I could once I heard the power went out!" She said

Soon the power flickered back to life "What are you doing?" Vanessa asked "We were playing hide'n'seek in the dark!" Gregory exclaimed 

Vanessa stared confused "Alright and where's (Y/n)" she asked "Still hiding" Cassie said before clearing her throat "(Y/N) YOU WIN!" Cassie yelled

You crawled out from behind the couch and then stretched "YOU WERE BEHIND THE COUCH?!" Cassie asked 

You snorted and nodded as Vanessa chuckled "What's with the outfits?" She asked "We did it because Gregory hated it and we were going to watch Back to the future before the power went out" You explained 

Vanessa nodded "Well the power's back on and you three can watch the movie now" she said and you grinned as you jumped onto the couch

Cassie grabbed the popcorn as Gregory grabbed the remote and sat next to you Vanessa rolled her eyes as she went to her room

Cassie turned the living room light off to make it seem like a movie theater before sitting on the other side of the couch

The movie began and halfway through it Gregory did the fake yawn thing to put his arm around you making you laugh slightly 

You leaned your head on his shoulder and smiled as Gregory's fave turned red and Cassie took a picture for blackmail...