#tempted to take secret out please tell me if you think I should

[l0v3-qu4rtz]

Angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Model!Reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: SMUT. SMUT. (very badly written) SMUT. MDNI, thank you. very poor description of model shows, talks of lingerie, cursing, rough sex (?), light choking and hair pulling, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, teasing derek at the end. Kinda proofread ? Not rlly.

A/N: Hiyo, so i posted this like a long time ago (a month ago) on AO3 but I just decided to post this on here now because why nott ?? Lemme know what you think, and if I missed any warning please lemmeee knowww, also should I make this a series ???!!!! <333

You stood behind the curtains backstage, anxiously peeking through, towards the crowd. You look down at your phone, "on my way, I'll be there in 30 minutes"  It's been 40 minutes, where is he ? you knew dating an FBI agent that his schedule was gonna be busy but you've been telling him about the show for weeks, he promised he would make it. You were out in 5 minutes and still didn't spot him. You were tempted to call him, ask him where he was, but decided against it. Your manager was rushing you to get in position to walk out but you were stalling as much as you could in hopes that Reid would magically show up. 4 minutes now.

YOU: Where are you ? I'm out in 4 minutes.

SPENCE: Im here, love. Backrow.

You felt your heart coo at the petame. You heard your manager yell for you to get in position for one last time, you rushed into position, handing our phone over to your manager. You specifically asked Reid to come because it was a lingerie fashion show. Think Victoria Secret, You knew Spencer would go crazy upon seeing you in lace and ribbons, you were giddy with excitement as you think about walking past him, you knew what he was risking coming to your shows so you wanted to make it all worth it. You heard the show director counting down as you take your robe off and adjust your hair and accessories. You put on your best poker face and start walk.

Walk, just walk. Look straight ahead, don't turn your head. Do not go looking for him. You repeated in your mind, each step you took making a direct impact with the runway. Your arms swaying back and forth, hips swaying. You were extra nervous, this was the first time Spencer finally agreed to come to one of your shows and your heart could've jumped out of your chest knowing this. You kept everything on beat, from your steps to your hip sways. Once you reached the end of the runway, you put your hand on your hip as you shift your weight onto one foot, flashing a smile occupied with a quick wink before turning around walking back. 

You finally notice Reid in the back row as he said, making direct eye contact with him for only a split second before looking forward again.

From Reids point of view, once you made eye contact with him, he knew he was done for. He attempted to keep his composure, legs crossed, his hand on his chin, but inside a small fire was lit inside him that only grew brighter and bigger with each step you took. As the show reached the end, and you did the final end walk with the rest of the models, Reid was completely captivated by your walk, the way your hair bounced with each walk, the way your hips swayed, how you walked in a perfect straight line. Spencer knew he had to get his hands on you, and it was a craving he had to satisfy as quick as possible. Backstage, you decided to just put your long coat over your robe as you gathered your belongings together and talk with your manager. 

"Oh by the way, heres your phone" He says as he pulls your phone out of his pocket. "You got some very interesting texts, lets just say"

You roll your eyes at his teasing remarks. You open your phone and see two messages from Spencer.

SPENCE: You knew what you were doing by inviting me to this show.

SPENCE: I'm waiting outside for you in the car.

You smile, biting your lip as you read the texts. You gather your stuff and say bye to your manager before heading out. You spot Reid's car and rush over to it, your slippers hitting the concrete. You enter the car, Reid giving a small smile as you enter. You greet him but receive no response. You furrow your eyebrows, watching his face, hes deep in thought and keeping his focus on the road. You reach over to softly touch his arm.

"Spence, what's wrong ?" Your voice is laced with worry. 

"Just wait til we get home" he growls in a low tone, his jaw clenching. Keeping his focus on the road. You feel your heart skip a beat at the comment and a soft pulse in-between your legs. You let out a soft and quiet moan, getting comfortable in your seat. Counting down the minutes before you reach home.

As soon as you enter through the front door of his apartment, You're started by the sound of Reid slamming the door, turning around, Reid attacks your lips. Practically ripping your coat off and tossing it, he pushes his lips into yours so forcefully you arch your back and lean back. Arms wrapped around his neck, you deepen the kiss, sticking your tongue in his mouth and tangling your hand into his curly hair. He pushes on the couch, unbuttoning his shirt, looking down at you with lust and desire in his eyes. "I can't wait to be in the bedroom, im taking you right here, right now" he growls "Take that robe off." He commands in a deep, sinful voice.

You undo the robe straps and pull the silk material down your shoulder. He lets out a low groan, quickly wrapping his hands around your neck, pushing you into the couch cushions. "You dirty whore" He whispers into your ear as he grabs the robe, yanking it onto the floor. "You kept that on on purpose, huh ?" he snarls. He lightly pushes your head into the cushion before standing up straight. "Take off my belt" You follow his command, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. But right as your about to unzip. he grabs a fistful of your hair and guides your eyes up towards his, "Use your teeth"

He lets go and you lower your head towards the zipper. Gripping the small slider, tasting the sour metal against your tongue, you start to unzip. Right as you let go, your hands trail up to the waistband of his jeans. Leaving him in only his boxers. you admire the tent of black fabric before starting to palm and lick his shaft through the fabric. Hearing his low groan and feeling his hand softly massage your scalp only motivates you even more. Spencer tries to hold himself back, but ultimately gives into temptation and pulls you away by your hair. "Fuck your teasing" He says in a low, impatient tone. He pulls his dick and shoves it into your mouth, beginning to fuck your face, relishing in the sounds of your gags and soft moans.

"That's it, take it like the good little girl you are" he praises, shoving his dick deep into your throat before allowing you to pull away. "lay on your back." He demands as you catch your breath. You immediately lay down on the couch as Spencer positions himself between your legs. He leans down and begins to leave love marks all over your jaw and neck "Beg for me" he growls lowly in your ear. You start whimpering and whining "Please Spence, fuck me... Use my body and show no mercy.." He grips your neck and snarls. "Use the right fucking name" You gasp quietly and whimper "Please.. Doctor.." He chuckles sinfully, reaching behind you and unclipping your bra with one hand.

He pushes himself up and takes a few moments to admire you "so gorgeous.." He whispers to himself before slipping his fingers under the band of your panties. With one swift motion, he rips them off. The tear echoing the apartment so does the small welp you let out. He wastes no time lining himself up with your opening. He waits there for a few seconds, enjoying the sight of you squirming under him. Without warning, he rams into you with full force knocking a lustful scream out of you. 

"Take It, love. You can take it." He whispers as he starts at a quick pace, slamming into you over and over again. You both are a moaning mess. You scratch down his arms and arch your back, each one of your moans getting louder and louder. He groans at the feeling of your nails peeling the first layer of his skin. He wraps his arms around you, his pace quickening by the second. "Doctor.. im.. gonna.." You can barely even finish your sentence as your breath is knocked out of you with every pound into your core. "Good girl, cum for me princess. That's it, bunny" he whispers in your ear, through moaning. You once again use your nails to scratch down from the back of neck all the way to his back as you let out a loud moan. You feel your whole body shake and your hole tighten around him. 

Spencer moans at the sudden squeeze, his thrusts becoming almost animalistic as he reaches his climax. He moans out your name as he finished inside you, letting his cum pour inside of you with one final thrust. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of being filled. Spencer pulls away from you, cupping your cheek "Are you okay, princess ? Did I hurt you ?" he asks through labored breathing. You shake your head, your mind still coming down from your high. Spencer lans up and kisses your forehead "You were such a good girl, baby. I love you so much." You feel your body slowly relaxing "I love you too, Spence" You both smile sweetly at each other and share a sweet, passionate kiss. 

 

The next morning at work, Spencer was grabbing coffee while reading his book. He was standing near the counter, just sipping on his coffee when Derek came up to him. Derek said a quick greeting to him while pouring a cup for himself. He was about to walk off when he noticed the red marks on the back of Reids neck, reaching over and pulling his collar down slightly. "Hey, what happened Reid ?" Morgan asks slightly concerned. Reid turns around covering it with his hand. "What ?" Reids cheeks flush red as he remembers where he got it from. Derek notices it, a wave of realization hitting it as he smirks and puts his hand on his shoulder. "My man" he says teasingly before walking away.

[thehauntedetheral]

Yandere Vampire X Vampire Hunter Reader

Requests are open!

• In the supernatural world where vampire rules. The king vampire has given specific regions to his close vampires to rule and maintain for him. Yan Vampire is the ruler of your region. But for some time he has been getting a lot anonymous threats to kill him and some accidents has happened too. But him being stubborn avoids taking precautions and says "I can handle this."

• His sister is worried for his safety as next week is the global meeting where every regional chief is present with their people and reporting updates about their region to other chiefs and the king.

• His sister is worried that the anonymous threat would take opportunity of the crowd and do some harm to yan so she comes with a plan to you a Vampire hunter without her brother's knowledge.

• She tells you her plan which is you a FUCKING VAMPIRE HUNTER to protect him. A VAMPIRE HUNTER WHO KILLS VAMPIRE AS THEIR PROFESSION IS ASKED TO PROTECT ONE???!!!

• "Are you insane?" You asked in disbelief after hearing her plan. "You know the meaning of vampire hunter, right?" You asked thinking she might be misunderstanding the term.

"I know what a vampire hunter is and what they do. Someone is trying to kill my brother and by the clues we are sure that it is a vampire who is trying to kill him." She says with a calm tone her blood red eyes looking at you. Her vampiric beauty glowing.

"You want me your brother who is also a vampire to protect him from some other Vampire at that global meeting sort thing of you vampires?" You said trying to make sense of everything.

"Yes. I will give you any amount you want. And protecting the regional chief of the region you live will give you many advantages till you die". The female Vampire said giving you a tempting offer which you can't refuse.

"But there is one problem. I have a solution for it too. But I am afraid you won't like the solution I came up with." She said with a slight disappointment over her face.

"What is it?"

"Well in the meeting only the regional chiefs and their family are allowed to attend. We have to make you pretend as the family member to attend with us. If they found out you are a Vampire hunter even I and my brother won't be able to protect you from the king."

You a single vampire hunter present in a room with thousands of vampire and a single mistake you would be dead in less than a millisecond just thinking about this caused you goosebumps. But it was now or never. You wanted that money.

"Okay. What family member do I have to pretend to be?"

"Well.... His human fiancee." The vampire said with hesitation.

"WHAT?!!"

"Well you are a human and we are vampires no way we can be family biologically so it only leaves to one option his fiancee just a fake one. After the work is done you are free to do whatever you want. And by being his fiancee you can be near him all the time protecting without any suspicious of others." The Vampire tried to explain.

"Okay. But I will take more money to pretend to be that old as fossils vampire's fiancee" You said with a deep frown.

"Just say the amount and it's your." The Vampire female and you shaked hands closing the deal. While Yan Vampire doesn't have a single idea what type of chaos his sister is going to bring in his life through you.

Get ready for being stuck with the grumpy Vampire protecting him from others while pretending to be his fake human fiancee. I hope I myself don't kill him in hatred. Wish me luck! You thought to yourself.

I am thinking about making this into a series. Should I make it? What do you think? Please let me know through comments.

Requests are open!

For more yandere reading:

[princessbrunette]

you couldn’t help it. he was your dads favourite friend. yours too.

above all, you felt safe with him — perhaps because he was the youngest of the bunch, it felt there was a more mutual understanding between the two of you. it was no secret that he loved to flirt with you, between offering you trips on his boat to your dad — likely just to get you alone, and the often implications he’d throw into casual conversation when you’d mention another boys name, along the lines of “listen kid you don’t need a boy you need a man. these suckers aren’t gonna satisfy you, can tell you that for free.” as he inhales cigarette smoke, fingers drawn to his lips outside at a work party for your dad that you’d invited yourself to.

he’d pulled up in that expensive car of his that you loved so much after you’d called him, begging him to pick you up. he even gets out the car to open your passenger seat door, taking note of the way you were more tipsy and loose than usual, tits practically falling out your top. “jesus, be careful would you?”

once driving away, you notice him licking his lips, glancing at you as he shakes his head disapprovingly.

“what’s that look for?” you giggle, rubbing at your thighs to warm up. the action makes him clench his jaw, flicking on the cars heating system just a tad — just so you’d stop tempting him. despite all the flirting, he was never quite sure if he could risk going through with it with you. he couldn’t lose this job, not after his own father had cut him off after starting his thirties.

“fuck are you doing out at this time, huh? does — does your dad know?” he blinks obviously at you, glancing away from the road for a second and you notice his hands tighten on the wheel when he sees the way you’re gazing at him.

“no! i’d like to keep it that way. i didn’t tell him ‘cos i didn’t wanna get in trouble. you’re not gonna get me in trouble right, mr cameron?” you lean over the centre console, tilting your head like a sad puppy. his eyes flutter in irritation and arousal, and he tongues at his cheek.

“nah… no… and i already told you to quit callin’ me that shit when i’m not working. it’s rafe.”

“mm, okay rafe. terribly sorry.” you smile to yourself, sitting back in your seat. there’s a short silence, before his curiosity gets the better of him.

“so— so who’s party was this anyway? you hangin’ out with boys?” his eyes slide over to you at the red light, his handsome features illuminated by the red glow.

“what if i was?” you tease and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head and lifting a hand off the steering wheel in exasperation.

“just a question. alright?” he thinks for a moment. “n’i told you already not to do that. trust me — okay — i was that age. it’s bad news for you… m’just tryna help you out here.” he resigns, shrugging.

“maybe you just want me all to yourself.” you walk your fingers along his leg — and this time he actually laughs, but it’s nervous, looking out his window as if to avoid looking at you all together. “wha’s funny? you’re the one always flirting with me.” you bat your eyelashes but he stares straight ahead, eyes hanging low.

“are you wasted?”

you sit back in your seat, arms crossed. “you should be nicer to me you know. i’m your bosses daughter.” your tone is braggy, chin held high with dignity.

“yeah, you’re my bosses daughter. s’exactly why i cannot be too fuckin’ nice to you, okay? can — can you do me a favour here? i’m trying to do the hard thing here and act right. if i did what i really wanted to do you’d probably just go runnin’ off to tell daddy, so… please.” he rants irately, a stiff hand held up between you. you stare at him, your bratty pout transforming in a conniving smile.

“what do you wanna do to me, rafe? ‘said if you did what you really wanted to do… so tell me what you want to do to me.” you lilt, turning your body in your seat which made your skirt hike up a little and your tits press together. he sighs, dropping his head for a moment and scratches his cheek at his slip up before giving you a warning look.

“don’t ask me that shit, okay?”

“i wont tell, i’m really good at keeping secrets.” you smile brightly, and he continues to stare — nearly missing the light turn green.

“that right.” he deadpans and you nod.

“mhm. anyways, funny story — i’ve been getting really good at my stretches. totally unrelated, but you know i can get my knees up by my head now? i’d show you, but there’s not much space here. there’s probably… a lot more space in the backseat.” you lean forward once more, and he continues to stare ahead, driving. “c’mon, rafe. don’t you wanna see? no one has to know.”

“alright, okay — shit. you want it so bad, i’ll give you what you fuckin’ want. jesus— you know, it’s about time you learn to stop teasing grown men, understand me?” he swivels the wheel, briskly pulling into a parking lot nearby and parking the car so haphazardly that you jolt forward when he pulls the brake. “what — are you havin’ second thoughts? huh? no? get in the back before i change my damn mind.”

“okay, rafe.”

“and thats mr cameron to you now, a’ight? go on.”

[simplyholl]

Out of My System Pt 7

Summary: Loki doesn't understand Thor's attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Angst. Pregnancy.

W/C: 846

A/N: Sorry this is so short! I’ve been crazy busy with the Whore-O-Ween stuff.

Out of My System Masterlist

You were shaking with excitement. Odin had agreed to let you visit Asgard on Loki and Thor’s next trip. You didn’t know what you were most excited about, meeting his mother or seeing the place where he grew up.

There was also another reason you were excited. You were hiding a pretty big secret. You had found out earlier in the week that you’re pregnant. You weren’t exactly keeping the news from Loki, you just wanted to find the right time to tell him. You thought that the opportunity would present itself on your trip.

Frigga was everything you imagined and so much more. She welcomed you with open arms. You loved her already. As soon as she saw you, she gave you a knowing smile. A mother always knows. Loki left the two of you alone to talk, and she asked if he knew the second he walked out.

She was almost more excited than you. The next day, she gifted you with Asgardian baby gowns in Loki’s colors. You hid them in your bag so Loki wouldn’t find them. You walked around the palace after you ate looking for Loki.

You stumble upon Sif and another lady. “Have you seen Loki?” “He was seen in the garden with Rose earlier.” She smirked and you thanked her, making your way to the garden. “Poor dear, Loki brought her all the way from Midgard and he’s already seeing someone behind her back. He and Rose used to be an item centuries ago. You know what they say, old flames die hard.”

You couldn’t believe what she was saying. You were only a few steps away, surely they meant for you to hear it. But you knew Loki, and he wouldn’t cheat on you. You hurried outside, spotting Loki sitting on a bench with Rose. You could hear her obnoxious giggle as she climbed into his lap.

Shocked, you got on your hands and knees crawling to a nearby bush. You hid behind it so you could spy on them. There had to be a logical explanation for why she was in his lap. Maybe she got hurt and he was helping her.

“A Midgardian, Loki? I thought even you had standards. She’s not even that pretty. You could have your choice of any Asgardian woman. Why don’t we go back to my cottage? It will be just like old times. I’ll do that thing you like.” She purred.

You shake with anger. How dare she? You peak through the bush waiting for Loki’s response. This should be good. He wouldn’t let anyone say anything bad about you. Loki takes her loose curl between his fingers placing it behind her ear. “That’s quite a tempting offer-“

Rage consumes you. You stand, giving away your hiding spot. You stomp over to them, not caring how crazy you looked. If looks could kill, they would both be dead. “Darling, what are you -“ You don’t give Loki the chance to finish. “Get your ass up!” You shout at her. She looks from you to Loki. This must be how Bruce feels when he turns into the Hulk. Damn these pregnancy hormones. You grab Rose’s arm and sling her to the ground.

“Oh!” She shouts as her body lands hard with a thud. “Loki, please help me, she’s assaulted me!” She whines. Loki takes one step toward her, but stops when he sees how angry you are. “You’re lucky that’s all I did!” She gets up with a huff, running in the opposite direction.

“Darling, I can explain. It’s not what it looked like.” Your hand meets his cheek before you can think. He brings his hand to it, shocked. “What’s the matter with you?” He questions. “Me? What about you? I heard her trashing me and you didn’t defend me once! She propositioned you, Loki. An offer I heard you accept.” He places his hand on yours, and you jerk away from his touch.

“I was so foolish to think this could work, that I’d ever be enough for you. You didn’t even like Earth women, Loki. I don’t know why I thought I was any different.” You fight back tears, refusing to let him see you cry. “You better go after her.”

You sob the entire way back to Loki’s chamber. Hand on your non-existent baby bump, you think of all that could’ve been, all that he had ruined. “It’s just you and me from now on. I’m sorry your dad’s such an asshole. I’ve always had horrible taste in men. I just thought he was different.” You cried harder remembering that you slapped him. “I’m going to give birth in Asgardian jail because I assaulted Prince Jackass!” You wailed.

Loki gave you some time to calm down. He knew he couldn’t talk to you when you were so angry. He was about to refuse Rose’s advances and defend you when you popped out of the bushes like a mad woman.

“Mother, have you seen her? I’ve been looking everywhere.” Frigga frowned at him. “She went back to Midgard, Loki. Thor accompanied her per my request.” Loki runs a hand through his hair looking frustrated. “Why would you send Thor? Why wouldn’t you send for me?” He shouted. Frigga placed a dainty hand on her son’s shoulder. “You’ve done enough today. What were you thinking? You should have known what it would look like.”

When he reached his chambers, he noticed you left your bag. He missed you and he wasn’t sure if he could fix this. You were so angry with him, and you had every right to be. He decided to go through your bag, hoping to find something that smelled like you.

He picked out a hoodie, bringing it to his nose for comfort. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his colors. He knew you didn’t have anything like that, so his curiosity got the best of him. He lifted the small items out of your bag. Realizing what they were, he was shocked.

He thought back, remembering how you had gotten sick smelling your favorite food. You were sick quite often lately, but you told him it was a stomach flu. Why hadn’t you told him? Perhaps you didn’t want a child with him. You hadn’t been dating for very long. A child would change your relationship. One thing was for certain, he had to get back to you.

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[feelrush]

JADE CITY.

— dialogue prompts from jade city by fonda lee.

“what’s going on? you seem out of sorts tonight.”

“send me the bill for the damage. i’ll take care of it.”

“tell me, my friend. have you had any other trouble around here lately?”

“sitting out here alone? something the matter?”

“how am i still alive when they’re all dead?”

“what did you come for at this hour, anyway? spit it out.”

“you should have killed that man!”

“i fell asleep waiting for you, and in return you scare the shit out of me. where were you?”

“you’re the most important thing in the world to me.”

“i’ve forgotten the past. everything’s forgiven, now that you’re back.”

“ah, what to choose, pain or failure?”

“where are you taking me?”

“cancel the rest of the day’s meetings. i’ll be in my office.”

“wait here and don’t move until you’re called.”

“i’m sure you’re wondering why you’ve been brought here.”

“may i… ask a candid question?”

“i’ll wait for an answer, but not for long.”

“you have to pay attention every fucking second because i can’t always be there if there’s trouble, understand?”

“sometimes the old ways are not without wisdom.”

“can you drive? can you handle a gun?”

“i keep seeing you, but i don’t know your name.”

“do you have anything to drink? it’s still hot inside.”

“whatever it is you decide to do, i’ll support you. i’ve told you that before, and it hasn’t changed.”

“i’m afraid i’m paying you this visit out of a sense of great concern.”

“there needs to be a balance of power.”

“what do they think we are? hired thugs?”

“why the fuck are you here?”

“i knocked but you must not have heard me.”

“you look as if you could use a massage.”

“i visit here too often; it’s not safe for you.”

“i have a gun, and i know how to use it. i won’t be a burden. i can take care of myself.”

“we’ll talk about this later.”

“from now on, i’ll be sure to call out hello to you when i’m still well out of knife range.”

“what can i do to help?”

“if anyone tried to kill you, you deserved it.”

“what is wrong with you? you don’t know who you are anymore.”

“give me your blessing, or condemn me, but don’t wash your hands of me.”

“not ready to die yet. gonna quit while i’m ahead.”

“you work for me now, you understand?”

“i’m disappointed you didn’t accept my offer.”

“we can plan a wedding, a big one. pick a date. i was thinking soon—springtime, what do you think?”

“you can do anything else you want, but not this.”

“it’s not that i think you’re boring. it’s just that keeping watch over you isn’t all that exciting, you know.”

“and here i was, starting to think all our meetings were because you were working up to hitting on me.”

“where and how did you fuck up?”

“risk your own life how you like, but leave me alone to live mine.”

“i’m not a coward.”

“i’ve never asked you for anything, but i’m asking you now, to keep this secret.”

“you do a good job, you make a big impression, show just how valuable you can be—that’s when we talk for real.”

“you were fantastic out there tonight.”

“do you want to get something to eat? we can do it another time if you’d rather go out with your friends tonight.”

“please don’t kill him.”

“must you leave so soon? come back to bed. stay the night.”

“heaven help me. i’m going to kill them all.”

“betrayal, murder, and war have a way of ruining one’s plans.”

“i could still kill him for you.”

“i can kill my ex-boyfriends myself.”

“don’t look like that. like you think i’m disappointed in you when i’m not.”

“i couldn’t sleep and wondered if you’d be kind enough to join me for a cup of tea.”

“it’s been a long day, and i don’t think i’d be very good company right now.”

“but what’s the value of silly pride compared to doing what’s best for the people one loves?”

“expectations are a funny thing. when you’re born with them, you resent them. when you’ve never been given any, you feel the lack of them your whole life.”

“people are cruel. don’t tempt them with arrogance.”

“so long as i live, i’ll never turn my back on a friend.”

“get out of my sight! i never want to see you again!”

[gaiaxygang]

A Small Perth & Chimon Timeline

Since I like procrastinating post about Perth and Chimon excessively, I decided to put together a small timeline of them and some of their works! I'm definitely missing a few things because I've been a fan for under 6 months but I wanted to share (under the cut ↓)

Excuse my poor formatting again, I'm more used to word vomiting www

Before I talk about PerthChimon(TM),

I would like to bring up some of Chimon's previous projects. Chimon has been acting as a full time career since 2016, due to financial problems his family faced. His first named role was Nack from Sweet Boy (I won't be posting it because I don't. like the movie lmfao). Later that year he joined GMMTV as a supporting character in Senior Secret Love: My Lil Boy 2.

(this is also where he met Nanon! They've know eachother for almost 8 years now)

In 2017, he was cast in My Dear Loser: Edge of 17 as Sun, in a side pairing alongside Pluem Purim. The two of them would star as In-Sun again in My Dear Loser: Happy Ever After (2017) and Our Skyy (2018)'s My Dear Loser episode. This is when (I suspect) Chimon became more well known in English fandom spaces, playing one half of a BL side pairing.

(the in-sun cut doesn't do them justice i should make my own someday)

So... what about Perth?

Sometime after My Dear Loser, in 2017, Chimon was cast as the lead in Please... Siang RIak Winyan, or Please... Soul Call (I will be calling it 'Please' from here on).

(i like the opening theme song its very good)

Perth was cast as a supporting character by its director New Siwaj, who had met Perth when he was auditioning for various advertisements. Perth and Chimon met for the first time during Please's workshops, but didn't talk much, if at all as their characters didn't share any scenes and Perth was (and still is) naturally very quiet, keeping to himself.

Please is 6 episodes long, and the first 4 episodes were subtitled by lovelyperthmarks on Youtube. I personally don't think the show is anything extraodinary, but definitely fun to watch if you want to see how much Perth and Chimon have grown!

And after that,

After Please, Perth and Chimon proceeded with their own projects. Perth was later cast in Love By Chance (2018) by, again, New Siwaj where his popularity kind of.... exploded...... you could say (lol). Around the same time, Chimon starred in several GMMTV series, including The Gifted (2018), one of the more well known non-BL GMMTV series.

Perth worked on a few shows, including The Stranded (2019), one of the earliest Netflix shows produced by Thai companies starring Thai actors. He was also in TEMPT, a boy band featuring multiple Love By Chance cast members that disbanded later in 2020. Perth eventually went freelance some time in 2020, starring in a few projects like his first movie Tell The World I Love You (2022), and My Coach (2022).

Similarly, Chimon worked on several GMMTV series such as He's Coming To Me (2019), The Gifted Graduation (2020), and The Player (2021). He also worked on a few non-GMMTV shows, such as Put Your Head On My Shoulder (2019) and was a main host of TV show School Rangers from 2018 to 2023 (HE'S GRADUATING!!!!!). He also vlogs on his Youtube channel occasionally, something that he says he wants to go back to if he has the time.

In 2020, they did a photoshoot together at Fantopia for... no apparent reason? I really can't think of a reason Perth would be put with them lolol. I don't have the high quality version of this but I'm sure its out there somewhere!!!

(Chimon, his old BL partner, his close friend that he's been in several shows with, and his future BL partner)

At some point, Perth and Chimon became casual friends through their mutual friends Ohm and Nanon. I'm not super sure when this happened but they talk about this a bit in this interview! This clip also has a few other interesting things like how Chimon declined taking BL roles after Pluem went to do other projects, but P'Aof managed to convince him because he would be paired with Perth. Which leads me into...

Perth in GMMTV

In April 2022, Perth was announced as a new GMMTV artist. He made a guest appearance in Vice Versa (2022), but had no announced projects until GMMTV2023.

In July 2022, Perth and Chimon attended the KAZZ Awards 2022 as a duo. Perth and Chimon were also both part of Safe House Season 4: Vote (2022) where they grew to be close friends. I assume this is also when Perth was added to NLMG's cast and ChopperBen was written in. It's also possible Dangerous Romance was in early planning stages but I cannot confirm this.

At this point, Never Let Me Go had already been announced as part of the GMMTV2022 lineup. It featured Chimon as Ben, Nuengdiao's (eventual) ex boyfriend and someone else (SORRY I CAN NOT REMEMBER WHO.......) as Chopper, Nuengdiao's cousin. There was no ChopperBen romantic storyline even hinted at in the pilot trailer.

Phuwin Makes An Oopsie

On 17th September 2022, Phuwin posted this image on Twitter.

See anyone familiar in the corner? That is indeed Perth Tanapon himself! At this point there was no information about NLMG and any cast change, and Pond, Phuwin and Perth decided to post this (well. Phuwin posted it but the other 2 didn't stop him) because surely no one would know. They were told to take it down but the same day, people started speculating about Perth's role in NLMG.

People had started wondering if they would be paired together in a series from KAZZ Awards and Safe House S4, and Phuwin posting Perth on the workshop of a series Chimon was already in (we will get to this later) confirmed it for everyone. Before we got NLMG's official trailer in November, however, we got...

Dangerous Romance

At GMMTV2023, which was held in November 2022 (days before NLMG's official trailer was released), the pilot trailer for Dangerous Romance was revealed and PerthChimon were confirmed as an official pairing. Perth was immediately cast as Kanghan and Chimon as Sailom soon after, since they could match eachother's acting ability well and were a good fit for the roles (I can't find the source for this it got lost in my 82374983 PC bookmarks. Here's who I think is P'Aof talking about why PC were paired though!)

Throughout this time, Perth and Chimon were in several events together, including GMMTV FanDay in Osaka and too many promotional events for me to keep track of. I might make a separate post for them someday. My personal favourite is Bookfluencer x PerthChimon, where they promoted the release of Dangerous Romance's novel.

(catboys)

In April 2023, Dangerous Romance's workshops started. It lasted for 4 days

Later in May 2023, KanghanSailom fitting pics were also released!

(other cast member fitting pics weren't released until the official trailer aired. the fitting seems to have been in mid May!)

And soon, at the start of June 2023, Dangerous Romance officially began filming. The filming lasted until August 2023, including the music video filming (and recording!), though there was a day they had to go back to reshoot a few scenes (you can see this in the series, they have noticably different hair).

(beautiful location for the end of a beautiful series!!! the whole process was tracked meticulously by thisblackyellow on twitter, you can read their thread here but please be aware of spoilers!!!!!!)

Ever since then, PerthChimon have been doing promotional events and fanmeetings. They filmed 3 episodes of vlogs, were in GMMTV Fanday 6 in Seoul as well as GMMTV Fanday 7 in Cambodia, GMMTV Fanfest 2023 in Japan, and have already been confirmed as part of LOL Fanfest 2024! And of course, the Dangerous Romance Final Ep Fanmeet taking place (checks notes) TOMORROW?!?!?!?!

So this ended up longer than I thought. Happy almost Dangerous Romance EP 12 day!!! Let's keep supporting Perth and Chimon next year too.

(and thank you to @kessthenorthface for asking me to do this <3_<3 it was really fun to put together!!!)

[lovepotionsandlust]

pt 11

You marched your way angerly from the Burrow, back towards your home. You wanted to be anywhere but there, but where else would you go? Hermione was still at the Weasleys, you couldn’t talk to Ginny, and the twins were the reason you were in this mess. Tears blurred your vision as you decided to take the long way home to clear your mind. Why couldn’t you just have gone to bed when Fred asked you? Why didn’t you pull away when George kissed you? More importantly, why did you lean in and kiss him when he paused?

Emotions were flying in every direction, making you dizzy. You felt so torn between Fred and George, you didn’t want to hurt either of them, how could they have hidden this from you? Ginny knew the entire time and didn’t tell you; she was the one to tell you of Freds feelings, but concealed Georges. What sense does that make? You could hear parties being enjoyed in multiple directions around you, laughter filled the air, making you nauseous. You should be at the Burrow enjoying your own party, maybe if you had declined the offer none of this would have happened.

As you approached your house, you could see two figures sitting on the front steps. No way did they decide to show up here after everything that had happened. You were tempted to turn around and leave them to panic as to where you were for the rest of the night. It was too late though, the twins had spotted you down the stone pathway, both standing from the step. You took a deep breath, deciding to ignore them, you attempted to push your way past them into the house.

“We know you’re angry but please wait.” They said together, met with silence from you.

Sliding your key in the door, they followed close behind you, “you have every right to be angry with us, hate us even.” George stated.

You scoffed rolling your eyes, damn right you were angry.

“Please don’t do this to us.” Fred pleaded with you.

You stood straighter, still facing the door you finally spoke. “Do this to you? Have you gone mad?” Your hands began to shake with anger, turning towards them, “How am I doing anything to either of you? I didn’t ask for this-”

“You think we did?” George interrupted, desperation in his eyes. “I didn’t want to get in the way of you and Fred.”

“You don’t get it do you? Either of you? This isn’t about who loves who, or who got in the way of what. But let me be very crystal clear about this, you both got in the way of this when you decided to keep secrets from me. You knowingly decided FOR me without even thinking to ask me how I felt.”

“I didn’t know the entire time; you have to believe that.” Fred answered.

“You know George better than that Freddie, don’t play coy with me. When did you suspect it first huh? When we were still all at school together? Before our first date? Did you have a gut feeling when you stood on these very steps and told me how you needed this to be different? Or how about when you fucked me in your secret twin hide out in the woods?” You stepped forward to him, your chest nearly bumping his. “When exactly did you figure it out?”

“Not until the night of your attack, I promise you.” He reached out trying to brush his fingers against your cheek desperate to touch you. Quickly you pulled back, ridding any comfort for either of you. Clearing his throat he continued. “After he tried to hit Dad, I had a feeling, then I heard him trying to quiet his sobs when I was falling asleep. When I woke to him talking to you, and the way he stormed out of the room when you recalled what had happened, I couldn’t deny it. I swear I confronted him the same night.”

“He did, he told me I had to tell you.” George added.

“Stop trying to fix this for him George, you both kept this from me for half of a year” You responded coldly, shaking your head. “When did Ginny know?”

Georges gaze shifted to his feet, unable to meet your eyes.

“Either answer my questions, or I am going inside, your choice.”

“She found me crying the night of your first date.”

You threw your hands up, “Who else knew?”

“Why does that matter now? You know now.” Fred asked.

“Because! Why does everyone get to make decisions for me?! My parents just get to decide I am okay here on my own, Umbridge decided that I have to trek through the snow barefoot, to keep you two safe may I add. Then my best friend decides to keep this from me, and now you two decide that your own feelings are more important than mine! I am done with this. This is my life; this is my choice.” You paused pulling your composure back, turning away from them. “Both of you get home, you need to be up in a few hours for the store opening, and I am done with this tonight, all of it.”  

Slamming the door behind you, leaving the twins on the stoop alone, promptly locking the latch so they could not follow you. You made your way to your room, adrenaline filling your system. Now standing by yourself; what was once rage, was replaced with sorrow. You had gone from having Fred in love with you, to George also being in love with you, to you now alone in the matter of hours. You rested yourself against your bedroom wall, trying to figure out how to feel. Sliding down the wall to the floor, you felt so lost. You knew without a fraction of a doubt that you were in love with Fred, and you knew you felt something for George, was it love? Did it matter? Of course it mattered.

You suddenly felt more alone than you had in a long time. You had grown comfortable with the constant warmth of the twins at your sides at all hours of the day. The Weasleys had taken you in as their own in the last months, things really had started to feel like you had a family. How could they all keep something like this from you? You did not know what you were going to do, but you knew that you needed time to figure it out. Tomorrow was the opening of the store; it was to be your first day of work. That was your big plan for the summer, and now what? Do you not show up and find a different job? Ollivanders was looking for a new store clerk, you could always apply there.

No, you wouldn’t scurry away like a coward. You were going to show up for the opening.

***

Music played somewhere in the distance, but you could not figure out from where. Swaying softly, your head pressed to Freds chest, “You are so beautiful, I feel like I don’t tell you that enough.” You smiled up at him.

“You look very handsome in your suit Mr. Weasley.”

“I like the way that sounds Mrs. Weasley.”

 He extended out his hand, spinning you around, only to spin into Georges arms.

“Mind if I cut in?”

“Not at all Georgie.”

Pulling you close to him by your waist, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. His ringed left hand, holding yours gently. Looking around the room you took in all the smiling faces surrounding you, you felt so whole. Ginny stepped next to you, “alright, hands off of my new sister, its my turn.”

“Hey she’s, my wife.” George responded.

“OUR wife Georgie.” Fred clarified.  

“Now wait just a minute, there is enough of me to go around.”

George mumbled something under his breath, releasing his grip from around your waist. Ginny gave a quick slap to the back of his head. She quickly grabbed you, twirling you around and away from her brother.

“When are you ever going to stop bullying those two?” You asked.

“When they stop deserving it.”

“So, we are officially family now huh?”

“I never thought I would see those two get married. To be honest, I never thought you would get married either. Never felt anyone was worthy of my best friend.”

“Surprised us all didn’t it.”

“How did the both of them convince you to marry them?”

You leaned closer to her ear whispering, “don’t tell them but I only agreed to marrying them to be able to call you my sister officially.”

You both looked across the dance floor, to find George and Fred side by side, beaming up at you.

“Your secret is safe with me.”  

There you stood, with your first ever real family surrounding you, the twins watching over you with admiration, the three of you ready to drift off into forever with each other.  

***

 The loud ringing of your alarm clock pulled you from your dreams. Smacking the top of it, quieting the insistent bells being chimed. Rubbing your eyes, you took in your surroundings, back in your room rather than the Burrow where you had hoped to be awakening. It was store opening day, everything you had been helping the twins prepare for was finally here. Still unsure how to feel about George’s confession the night before, you lay staring at the ceiling. A few things you were certain of; both twins were in love with you, you were in love with Fred, some part of you loved George, everyone had been keeping things from you for months. You knew you could never come between them, but you also knew you couldn’t choose between them either.

Replaying the interactions you had with George in the last few months, you couldn’t have felt more blind. The way he had been so mad when you came back with Fred, how he had been so distraught after your attack, the fact that he refused to leave your side when you returned home. The mittens, those bloody mittens he had spent all that time making for you. “I tried to find a color that matched your eyes.” Suddenly, you were less mad at everyone else and more mad at yourself. How did you miss everything that was right in front of you? You sat up in bed, resting your head in your hands. Where do you go from here? You had to talk to Fred and George, if you were going to figure this out, you had to do it together.

***

Walking up to the store you noticed a line already forming down the street, people as far as your eyes could see, waiting for the doors to open. You slid your way in through the side entrance, finding everyone huddled in a circle, being given instructions as to where everyone should be before the crowd rushed in. You could tell the twins were stressed, Fred had his waist coat miss buttoned, and George’s tie desperately needed to be redone. Seeing them so disheveled made your heart ache. Feeling your presence both of their heads snapped in your direction, a somber silence falling over the group. A mixture of relief and desperation washed over their features.

“Hey everyone, where do you need me?” You weren’t sure who you were asking, but you had to break the silence.

Hermione was holding a clipboard, double checking the assignments that had been previously divided. “Do you think you could help with the cash registers?”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

“Okay perfect, everyone to your posts then!” She turned on her heel, causing the group to disband. The twins stood frozen, still staring at you trying to gage your emotions. Regardless of how mad you were at them, you still cared for them both, you knew if they went into this day thinking you hated them, it would be a disaster. You made your way over to them, approaching George first.

“Come here, let me fix this.” Reaching up for his tie, you could see him hold his breath. You carefully redid the knot, making sure it was straight. Adjusting the collar of his shirt you stepped back checking your work. Turning your attention to Fred, “Okay, you next.” Unbuttoning his waist coat, you corrected the buttons, smoothing out the fabric.

“Much better, are you ready for this?” Your eyes flashed between them.

Neither of them could bring themselves to verbalize anything, both nodding. You could tell by the way they were looking at you, they were terrified.

“Hey, I know how important this is for you, I have seen how hard you have worked towards today. Hell, I was one of your founding members if you remember.” For the first time you saw those crooked smiles spread across their faces, recalling how you gave them ten galleons each when you first met them. “For right now let’s ignore the last twelve hours and focus on your big day.”

“We are so sorry.” They spoke in unison. You raised your hand causing them to pause.

“This is not the time.” You shook your head, “We will find the time to talk, but not now.”

Freds shaky hand inched closer to yours, you pretended not to notice, turning away towards the register. It broke your heart to not reach out and interlock your fingers with his. Finding your way to your post, you took a deep breath. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turned to find Arthur standing giving you his comforting smile.

“Do you think we could have a quick moment before the madness begins?” He asked.

“You mean to tell me, there is a break in the madness?” You joked.

“That’s a very good point, mind walking with me?” He gestured to a corner of the shop where no one had been standing. You followed behind him, nervous to hear what he had to say. “I don’t mean to pry or involve myself, and if Molly finds out I spoke to you about this I’m afraid I would be sleeping in my garage.”

You chuckled at the idea of him curled up in an enchanted armchair trying to rest while it continued to try to run away from its spot.

“My boys aren’t always the sharpest light bulbs in the chandelier as the muggles would say; but the smartest thing they have ever done is falling in love with you. I know they did not go about it the best way, give them a chance though. You may be the only one who could wrangle them both in.”

You stood speechless, was he trying to say that he thought you should be with Fred AND George?

“Truth will out as they say.” He gave your shoulder a quick pat, making his way back to find Molly, leaving you with your thoughts.

***

The doors of the store had opened hours ago, nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming number of people swarming around you. Fred and George were completely in their element, greeting customers and explaining their products. The shelves that were at one time stocked full, were emptying quickly. The rush of how successful their opening day had been, it seemed the tension amongst the group had melted away.

Scanning your eyes across the store, you noticed a young man staring at you, realizing you saw him staring, a smug grin filled his features. Trying to figure out if you knew him or not, another customer approached your register with their purchases, pulling your attention back to your work. Passing them their bag and their change, you wished them a great rest of their day.

“Do these really work?” The same guy was standing in your line, a bottle of Amortentia in his hand.

“All Weasley products are guaranteed to work as intended or your money back.” You responded.

“Bet you have never had to use something like this.” He leaned against the counter in front of you, clearly trying to flirt.

“No, I myself have not, but the nosebleed nougat has gotten me out of a few uncomfortable situations.” You pointed towards the display behind him. “Pretty tasty as well.”

He let out a low laugh, “Tasty indeed.” The way he was staring at you made your skin crawl.

“Will this be it for you?” You picked the pink heart shaped bottle up off the counter.

“Well, that depends, how much would I have to pay to get your name?”

You pointed at your name tag pinned to your shirt, his eyes lingered on your chest much longer than it should have taken him to read it.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl.” He extended his hand out to you, “My name is Benny.”

You shook his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

“So, what brings a girl like you into a place like this?”

You looked up seeing the twins leaning over the banister, watching you closely. You pointed up in their direction. “Those two right there.”

He looked up, meeting Fred and Georges line of sight, both pushing off the railing in unison, making their way down the stairs.  

“Are they the owners?” Benny asked.

“Sure are, they are also the inventors of all of the products you see.” You continued to direct his attention back to the sale, and off yourself.

“They must be something special to know you. So, when you aren’t here, where do you hang out?”

Before you could respond, the twins filed in behind you, Fred finding his usual spot on your left, George on your right.

“Well, hello there. Finding everything alright?” Spoke in unison.

“I think I have found everything I need.” His eyes scanning up and down your body.

“I can help you with that.” Fred grabbed the Amortentia from the counter, entering it into the register.

“She was doing a fine job of helping me.” Benny responded, his eyes narrowing back at Fred.

“I am sure she was, but I never want to miss an opportunity to help our best employee.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, watching Benny’s face grow redder.

“Would you like a bag?” George asked from the other side of you.

“Takes the two of them to get the job done of just one of you huh?” He had turned his attention back to you.

“We do make quite the team the three of us, you would be surprised.” You responded.

“What are they like your boyfriends or something like that?”

“Something like that.” You quipped.

He grabbed the bag off the counter roughly, throwing his money down. “What a slag.”

George reached up, grabbing his arm, towering over Benny. “Apologize to her, now.”

“No way! She’s up here flirting with the customers, just to push a sale!”

You stepped between them, “Hey, stop. Its not that big of a deal George.” You turned winking at George, catching him off guard.

“Now I have the owner confronting me? What a great business you’re running here.”

“I am so sorry, here take a box of our homemade candies, free of charge as an apology.” You slid a box of colorful sweets into his bag. Pushing through the doors, Benny left yelling “I will never be returning here again!”

Fred and George looked over at you, “were those?”

“Puking Pastels.”  You nodded, all three of you sharing a quick laugh.

***

Finally, the grand opening had come to an end. Sales were at an unexpected high, the shelves were in desperate need of a restock. Spotting Ginny unloading boxes, you decided it was time to talk with her.

“Need a hand?” You asked, catching her attention.

“Uh, yeah that would be great actually.” You could sense her hesitation.

Putting colorful packages on the shelves, an uncomfortable silence filled the space between you.

“So- “you both began speaking at the same time, causing you both to giggle.

“You first.” Ginny said.

“No, you first Gin.”

“I just want to say I’m sorry for not telling you about George, I just was put in such a hard spot. I knew you and Fred had feelings for each other. I caught him having a breakdown the night of your first date with Fred, AFTER me pushing you to go on the date. I didn’t want to mess anything up. I only found out that Fred knew too last night after you left. I really thought this was some phase that George would grow out of, some sibling rivalry or something. I never knew it would go on this long.”

“Well, I am sorry that I took off without talking to you last night. I felt like everyone was keeping secrets from me, as if I was the punchline of a bad joke. The more I thought about it, how were you supposed to tell me? It wasn’t your secret to tell, you were put in such a rough position, between the two of them and me.”

“How did you get so unlucky to get not one, but two of my brothers to fancy you?”

“Was this the horrible curse that Trelawney saw for me?” You let out a fake dramatic gasp.

“There is no other explanation.” You both let out a genuine laugh, “So what are you going to do?”

“I have no idea Gin, I don’t want to hurt either of them.” You looked over at the twins, who were hard at work reviewing sale numbers.

“Have you spoken to either of them about it?”

You shook your head no, “I didn’t want to take away from today. We have time to figure out whatever this is. Your dad said something interesting though.”

“This has to be good.”

“He said that maybe I could be the one to get them both under control. I think he was trying to suggest that I be with both of them.”

“Now that is a concept, oddly it makes sense though.”

“Does it?”

“Well yeah, they have always done everything together, they balance each other out, but something was always missing. Maybe it was you.” She shrugged.

[plothooksinc]

For NRFTW prompts; this may or may not be a bit of a stretch since it's outside of the POVs in the original fic, but I'd just love to see what happened when April's parents were at Run of the Mill. I think it would be really funny to see Senior Hueso getting increasingly more exasperated.

Either that, or seeing the dinner that was promised at the end of NRFTW. I do always love me some found family fluff.

Honestly, both would be great, but even seeing just one of those would absolutely make my day.

You're in luck, actually! I chose Hueso, but the prompter after you asked for the dinner |D so I guess I'll write that next!

Fair warning for this: I do not know Spanish. I have thus used it sparingly. If anyone else knows Spanish and I have it wrong, please tell me and I will course correct.

They were closed.  They’d been closed for days, but the announcement that the lockdown was officially over had been just a few hours ago, and so perhaps it was lucky that Hueso had decided to check in on his beloved restaurant to see if it had survived the surface invasion intact.  He had high hopes, given its highly secretive entrance to the mundane world, but he also needed to take inventory of his kitchen because the lockdown had been unexpected, to say the least, and some of his more delicate ingredients would not have survived a four day absence of care.

Perhaps it was also lucky that Hop had come with him, lured by the promise of double pay, to help him clean out the pantry and set any issues to rights.  Because when the yokai popped into existence in the middle of his dining room—complete with two shell-shocked, dark-skinned humans—Hueso himself was not at ground zero.  And he was not their first impression.  And a fluffy, wide-eyed black and white rabbit yokai was perhaps less terrifying to two panicked humans than a skeleton in a fedora.  Hueso was not convinced that, had he been the first point of contact, the woman would not have tried to run him through with her knife.  

For all the good it would do her.  But… details.

Instead, he bolted out of the kitchen to the sound of multiple screams, stopping short at the counter to see Hop on the floor with both arms over his head, his feet thumping a pattern on the ground—and a woman breathing hard in a pair of blue jeans and an orange shirt and dark, wild curly hair that reminded him of someone else.  He couldn’t work out if the man holding onto her shoulders was cowering or merely holding her back, they both seemed so terrified, but at least the knife in the woman’s hands wasn’t actually in use.  Held in a death grip, maybe, but—

Mayhem, he did recognise.  Because the traitorous little yokai hopped from the woman’s shoulder onto his counter, stared at him pointedly, and then vanished. 

Which drew all attention in the room his way. 

And if the screaming had been loud before…

For a moment, he considered turning on his heel and walking back into the kitchen, locking the door behind him.  It was so tempting. But he had a duty of care to Hop, and he should probably… do something about the humans in his Yokai Only (With One Exception) establishment.

“I’ll thank you to stop yelling,” he said irritably.  “Nobody is going to hurt you.  You will perhaps tell me why you are here, yes?”

The knife swung in his direction, the woman’s expression fierce, and Hop took the opportunity to scoot away from the couple, jamming himself into the corner instead.  Hueso sighed.  “No trust.  Senora, this is a pizzeria, not a death trap.  That’s next door.  If you put the knife down and take a seat, I will fetch you some soothing tea and you can explain to me why you have appeared without warning when we are closed.”

The woman blinked at him, and then her gaze travelled across the menu boards behind him, and her eyes widened.  Thankfully, she finally lowered the knife. 

“…Run of the Mill?” she said, sounding dazed.  “I know this place.”

He stiffened.  “How so?”

“My daughter... orders from here?”

Ah.  That would be why she looked so familiar to him, then.  Hueso adjusted his fedora and graciously kept his sigh to himself.  “Your daughter has good taste.  In pizza, if not in company.”  That was mostly a lie; the boys weren’t that bad, but he wasn’t about to admit that.  “However, she is not here today, and so my question still stands.  Why did Mayhem bring you to my closed establishment?”

“Oh, good,” the man at her back murmured, and he smiled in a way that suggested he was not, in fact, happy at all.  “April and Mayhem have both been here before.  Isn’t that great, honey?  Hmm?”

“Wait, that’s not important,” said the woman—Mrs O’Neil, he would assume until told otherwise.  To his great annoyance, she swung the knife up again.  “You have to send us back.  We left her there, you took us away—“

“I took you nowhere,” Hueso snapped, both from impatience and the realisation that something untoward had possibly happened.  He just wanted to check on his restaurant, but apparently that was not in the cards today.  “If you listened, I said the furry creature with you—“

“Mayhem,” Mr O’Neil muttered.  “I think that’s right.  The… nice skeleton man is just as surprised as we are.”

His fingers squeezed into her shoulders, and she lowered the knife again.  Hueso raised an eyebrow at her, wondering if she’d just threaten him again in a moment—she seemed the type.  But Mrs O’Neil looked tired, and had begun to shake.  Definitely something terrible had happened.  Besides their sudden appearance here.

Now, he did sigh.

“Hop, go home,” he said wearily.  “I will pay you until the end of the evening as promised.  The two of you, please.  Sit down.”

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Hop was a good kitchen hand but otherwise terribly anxious and hadn’t needed to be told twice to leave; by the time Hueso came back from the kitchen with tea, he was gone.  Hueso eyed the corner where he’d squished himself in case the woman had somehow gone crazy in his absence, but there was no sign of violence and the couple was now sitting at the corner booth, though they both seemed as rigid as corpses.  It was as if they were expecting the booth to come alive and eat them whole.  (He… would refrain about joking about that sort of thing.  They might actually believe him.  And one day, it might not actually be a joke, given some of his clientele.) 

The knife sat on the table with the blade facing away from the edge.  It was as close to a truce as he suspected they could manage, and he placed the tray on the table, amused as they stared at it suspiciously. 

“You will be reassured to note my tea is a mundane herb for soothing the nerves and likely something you are familiar with,” he said blandly.  “Just as I’m sure you are already familiar with pizza.  This is a normal restaurant, for all intents and purposes.”

They didn’t need to know about the delicate ingredients.  Not unless he decided he didn’t like them.  The jury was still out; for one thing, the knife.  The yelling.  His restaurant being closed.  But on the other side of the equation, they were related to April, who had thus far been a surprisingly tolerable human guest. 

They were also traumatized, and once he listened to their slightly incoherent attempts to tell him what had happened—tripping over each other in their haste to talk about alien zombie creatures—he realised Mayhem had brought them here to save their lives.  He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.  Surely, there were other places Mayhem would consider safer than a yokai restaurant.

Well.  Small mercy that at least the dining room had not been open at the time.

Mrs O’Neil took a sniff of her tea with a cautious face, and then pulled back in surprise.  “Chamomile?”

“And a touch of honey.”

“Oh.  I wouldn’t have thought—“

“I can assure you, Senora, that many yokai tastes run quite similarly to those of humans.  Like pizza, for example.  Consider that you are sitting in a pizzeria.”

The look she gave him was actually irritated.  “I was going to say it’s weird to find chamomile in a pizzeria.”

“…ah.”  Well.  Perhaps, when she wasn’t panicking, she was a reasonable woman.  He tipped his hat.  “My apologies.  It is actually a blend for my own personal use.”

“Why are you Spanish?” Mr O’Neil asked abruptly, and Hueso stared. 

“…I beg your pardon?”

“Hon,” his wife said tiredly, “You can’t just go around asking random skeletons why they’re Spanish—“

“It’s a valid question,” he insisted, but his expression was sheepish.  “You said yokai.  Yokai are Japanese in origin.”

“In origin,” Hueso repeated back pointedly.  “A very, very long time ago.  It is an adopted term for many of us.  Your daughter has been consorting with yokai for more than a year now; I am surprised to find the two of you so ignorant.”

“…she what.”

…ah. 

Well, if April was going to send her parents to him, what was he meant to assume?  Hueso rubbed his fingers against his skull, trying not to hold it against them when they flinched at the click of his knuckles.

“Let’s start over.”

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Their first cup of tea settled their nerves enough that they thanked him politely for his hospitality, though Hueso noted tiredly their gratitude came with shell-shocked expressions, and he wondered how much of this they would retain later.  The woman asked him if April had friends here—while her husband tried for the fourth time to call his daughter—and Hueso gave a faint shrug.  He may have only a slight regret about accidentally throwing April under the bus, but Frankie’s daughter and the turtle boys were another story.  Now that he knew how little they knew, it was time to keep his distance:  he left them to continue their phone calls and vanished into the kitchen.

He was just putting a pizza into the oven when his kitchen door slammed open, and Hueso ground his teeth at the sight of Mrs O’Neil bursting into his kitchen looking upset all over again. 

“Senora—“

“You don’t have a front door,” she said shrilly.  “Why don’t you have a front door?”

Ah.  They’d tried to leave.  He could understand this particular panic, and he straightened.  “Senora, this is a non-human establishment.  As such, there is no door that any casual tourist can just walk through.  Imagine the upset.”  He raised an eyebrow.  “Imagine if they all had knives.”

“They wouldn’t be carrying knives!”

“That is… reassuring?”

Her mouth opened and closed, and then she ran a hand down her face, face suddenly so tired.  “Guns.  They’d be carrying guns.”

“Less reassuring.  Also an odd tangent.” He blinked.  “This may be a strange question given the circumstances, but are you—“

“I’m fine,” she muttered.  “I was trying to protest and then I realised you had a point.”

“Gracias.”

“No, but—sorry for bursting into your kitchen—“

“And again.”

“—but we really need to leave.”  Her hands twisted into her shirt.  “April isn’t answering her phone and we’ve tried, we’ve tried a lot, we’ve left messages, and we left her there and there are zombies, can you please let us out?  There’s another way to leave, right?”

There was, of course.   There were three ways out, and he wasn’t particularly inclined to show her any of them for a variety of reasons.  First and foremost was the safety and privacy of his family and his livelihood.  The O’Neils seemed like decent people, but they were still human and he’d only just met them.  Giving them the mystical keys to get in and out of his restaurant—or allowing them to see where it was in New York—was not something he was willing to commit to just yet. 

Another reason, of course, was plain common sense.

“Senora, the little furry yokai brought you here for a reason,” he said gently.  “Did April ask him to bring you?”

“Yes,” she said heavily.  “But—“

“Then you didn’t leave her there.  She made you go.  And most likely for the reason that she can hold her own far better when she does not have to worry about you as well.”  He’d never seen April fight, but he knew the company she kept.  It stood to reason.  “Though I am curious as to why she sent you to my restaurant.”

“She told Mayhem to take us somewhere safe.” 

“Ah.”  Then this was a choice of Mayhem’s.  The next time the little yokai came in, they were going to have words.  Or at least… pointed stares.  “You seem to be quite familiar with Mayhem, at least.”

“We knew he wasn’t, uh, quite a cat or a dog.  And there are mutants out there,” she said awkwardly.  “I figured he was a mutant animal of some kind, but… yokai, huh?”

He relaxed a little, leaning back against the counter.  “You do not have a problem with mutants?”

“Well, I don’t know any, except for—well, no.” She folded her arms.  “If Mayhem’s a yokai, then I’ve never met one.  But they’re just people, right?”

A good attitude to have.  He raised an eyebrow.  “As are yokai.  But you drew a knife on my kitchen hand.”

She had the grace to look sheepish—for all of half a second before she straightened against the door, ticking off points on her fingers, voice incredibly polite.  “First, I already had the knife out because I was under attack by zombies.  Second, I’ve never teleported in my life, and switching out a zombie for a sudden furry rabbit guy didn’t do wonders for my anxiety.  I didn’t stab him.  I would have stabbed a zombie.”

“I am glad you are such a discerning knife wielder,” he said dryly, and was rewarded with the small upward tick of her mouth.  Ah.  He was beginning to like her.

“I’m sorry I frightened him, though.”

“I will pass on your apology.” He tapped his finger on the edge of the oven.  “Senora, I know you wish to leave, and I do not wish to spite you.  But I feel it is best that you stay here for the moment.  Your daughter…” He hesitated, but he’d already thrown April under the bus once, and he doubted very much her parents would still remain ignorant after this evening regardless.  “I imagine she already has much experience in dealing with such issues.  One assumes she knows where you are and will come to collect you.”

She was quiet a long moment, dark eyes sizing him up, and the faint smile faded.  “And if I insist?”

“Then I would think you are remarkably foolish.”

“But would you keep us here?”

He sighed, throwing a hand in the air with some impatience.  “I am not a jailer.  I will find some way of returning you home.”  He just—didn’t really want to.  But Hueso wasn’t about to take a pair of humans prisoner, either.  “Consider this also, however:  by the time you return home, it will be too late regardless.  Your apartment is some distance from here.”

She blinked.  “You know where we live?”

“Your daughter orders from us,” he reminded her.

“…are your delivery boys also yokai?”

“Girls, actually.  And yes.”  Cloaked for the outside world, but nevertheless.

“…huh.”

It was a thoughtful huh, and she sagged against the wall, running a hand through her hair.  It made the curls stand up at awkward, frizzed angles, and he suspected his heated kitchen was doing her no favours.  “What do you suggest?”

He gestured toward the oven.  “Sit and recover yourselves.  Have a meal.  It’s likely either Mayhem or your daughter will come looking for you.  Honour April’s attempt to keep you safe and stay safe.  If she still cannot be reached—“

Mrs O’Neil straightened suddenly, cutting him off.  “Do you know who Donnie is?”

That…was unexpected. 

He stared at her, mouth open for a moment, before he clicked his jaw shut.  “Out of curiosity, why do you ask?”

“Before we left,” she said steadily.  “She was yelling at him over her—uh, watch.  I think she was asking for help.  We can’t reach her on the phone, so—“

Ah.  This he could work with, and he wished it had come up sooner.  But he could hardly blame them for the stresses of the evening.  Perhaps he could help more directly after all.

“Donnie is a customer of mine,” he said.  “Go back to your seat, Senora.  I do not have his number, but I do have his brother’s.  I will try and reach him for you.”

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Leonardo was not picking up his phone. 

This was somewhat surprising, as Hueso had a long history of having to grit his teeth when calling the boy, because his reaction was always, always over-enthusiastic and immediate and what’s up, Bone Man? and I knew I was your favourite and sometimes he wished that he had Raphael’s number instead, but Leo had insisted they were ‘mejor amigos’ (and Hueso regretted answering his questions on various Spanish words) and he was the one who forced his phone into Hueso’s face first. 

He left a message.  It was simple.  The situation was too complex for more.

Pepino.  Call me.  Immediately.

Surprising, but when he thought about it, if the boys were at April’s apartment dealing with an apparent zombie situation (zombies?  Really?  Not that he doubted the O’Neils, but zombies?) they were perhaps too busy for phone calls.  He fetched the pizza from the oven and carved it up into slices.  Only Mrs O’Neil was at the booth, looking even more frazzled and now exhausted, but she looked up as he slid the pizza onto the table on its wooden platter.

Then she peered at the pizza with the sudden interest of a woman who has just remembered she is starving, and she reached forward for a slice immediately.  “Wait, is this—“

“Spicy chicken.  Extra sauce.”

“How did you know?”

“We have had this conversation three times now,” he said with amusement, and she huffed a small laugh.  “Again—“

“My daughter orders from you, yeah, I got it.”

“And I know what her favourite is when she eats here.  I had to assume this one was either your favourite or your husband’s.”  He paused.  “Where is he, by the way?”

“Oh… he went to find your restroom.”  She took a bite and leaned back, pointing across the room, speaking with her mouth full.  “An’ got distracted on t’way back.”

That could be alarming.  His restroom was perfectly average, but the hallway down to it was lined with multiple artworks and posters and news articles that were largely from the Hidden City.  Including a picture of April with Sunita and Frankie, which he hoped very much that the man did not see.  He was fresh out of explanations he desired to give.

Fortunately, it seemed Mr O’Neil had been distracted by something much more mundane, if more important to Hueso than the contents of the hallway combined.  He was stooped by the model ship on its stand, eyeing it with obvious delight, and Hueso decided that perhaps both of April’s parents were not, in fact, bad people.

“I have left a message,” he told Mrs O’Neil.  “Donnie is… very much a foolish teenager, but he and his brothers are more than adequate to help your daughter deal with any trouble.  It won’t be long.”  (He wasn’t used to calling the boy Donnie, but it was wise not to give her even more information.  Hueso was a restaurant owner big on confidentiality and wished to stay in his lane.  April could deal with that tangle.)

She swallowed before answering this time.  “Thank you.  Uh…”

And she glanced back at the signs on the counter as if looking for inspiration, and that’s when he realised he hadn’t introduced himself. 

“You can call me Senor Hueso.”

She mouthed something for a brief moment—he suspected it was bone from the confused look on her face—and then she smiled tiredly. 

“Carol O’Neil.  My husband’s name is August.”

“A pleasure.”

Well.  That was stretching it.  But they could certainly be worse company.

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Leonardo still wasn’t answering his phone.

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“You speak Spanish?”

“Si, Senor.  August too, but not as fluently.”

“He is still looking at my ship.”

“He loves boats.  Or ships.  Whichever.  He has a collection at home.”

“Ah.  Is he a sailor?”

“Not since he was a teenager.  You?”

“For a while.  Then I decided to turn my gaze towards more…. legitimate business.”

“Oh.  What, were you a, uh.  Smuggler?”

“Not quite.”

“…you weren’t a, um…”

“Pirate?  Yes.”

“Oh!   I was thinking something more… skeletal.”

“…Senora.  I assure you that I am not now, nor have I ever been… Santa Muerte.  A ‘Grim Reaper’.”

“I guess that was a stupid question.”

“A little, yes.”

“…”

“…”

“…wait.  Piracy?”

“Of course.  I obtain media illegally all the time.”

“Oh, that’s a relief.  Really?”

“No.”

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It had been hours.  Now he was worried. 

He would deny it for the rest of his bony life, of course. 

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The O’Neils had passed from shock to exhausted complacency back to a growing urgency the more time passed, and Hueso found himself wishing Leonardo did not know portal magic, because then he would perhaps have an address for delivery that he could pay a visit to.  April was not answering her phone. Leonardo was not answering his.  Mayhem had failed to reappear.  Something had clearly gone amiss and, aside from the humans growing more agitated in his dining room, Hueso’s mind was filling with terrible images of dead teenagers.  Or zombie teenagers, or—

They were good customers.  They paid well.  That was his only concern.

(He was lying to himself.)

The chamomile tea had been swapped out for spirits; just enough to settle nerves, because he wasn’t about to have two agitated and drunk humans on his premises.  As it was, they were both back at the table, Carol tapping an uneven rhythm on the table with her fingers and beginning to stare off into the middle distance, and August kept glancing between Hueso and the walls of his establishment.  Perhaps he was wondering whether there was a secret door he could find if he looked hard enough.  Unless he suddenly developed mystic vision, unlikely.

Their growing fear was perfectly understandable.  He felt a little like he was harmonizing with them.  Hueso leaned against his counter, tapping at his phone, and sighed.

“Ten minutes,” he said quietly.  “I will call again.  If I hear nothing…”

…if he heard nothing, he did not know what to do.  Did he just blindfold them until he could turn them out onto the street, let them go scurrying back home to a potentially tragic scene?  He pondered visiting the apartment himself, but there was precious little point to it; not this late in the game.  He’d left his swashbuckling days well behind him in any case.

“Ten minutes and we leave,” Carol said flatly, knuckles whitening as she curled her hands on the table.  “One way or another.”

Hueso gritted his teeth for a moment, fighting back a withering response.  She was within her rights, and he had already said he would not be a jailer.  There was very little else he could do about the situation, and it frustrated him.

Leonardo needed to call back right now and make a terrible joke at him, so he could yell at him for his terrible sense of humour and his terrible Spanish and for worrying April’s parents, and then he could wash his hands of the whole thing and go home to sleep in relief.  (He thought perhaps that if they called back now he might even make them pizza on the house.)

“Ten minutes,” he said, voice quiet.  “And then I will escort you off the premises and wish you the best.  But give me ten minutes.”

Carol sagged against the table and gave him a watery smile.

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Ten minutes later the youngest turtle answered the phone, sounding breathless and cautious, and Senor Hueso thanked every god who might be listening, leaned against the counter, and tried not to panic that it was the wrong turtle. 

“Michelangelo.  Where is Pepino?”  He saw the O’Neils straighten out of the corner of his eye, turning toward him with hopeful faces. 

“Yeah, sorry, Senor Hueso!  He’s not allowed to have his phone right now, kind of doctor’s orders.”

“He is concussed?”  His alarm rose.  “Did the zombies hurt him?”

“Zom--?  Oh!  No!  No, he wasn’t there for that, this was, uh, earlier.”  Mikey was quiet for a moment, then spoke even more brightly, but Hueso could hear the strain underlying it.  “He’s okay, promise!   Just gotta rest up, that’s all.  Do you want me to take a message for you?”

Earlier probably meant during the invasion itself, and many people were hurt in the upper city—he wondered now if he should have perhaps reached out to Leonardo and his family to offer them sanctuary on the other side of the lockdown.  There was nothing he could do about it now, so he moved on, trying to keep his voice level.  “No.  If he is hurt, leave him be.  Please tell me you know where April O’Neil is.”

“…yeees?”  He sounded confused.  “Why would you—OMIGOSH.”  Hueso jerked the phone away from his ear.  “And you know about the zombies.  Are the O’Neils with you?”

“They are here, yes,” he snapped.  “And they are very stressed and eating me out of house and home.”

He heard August protest softly from across the room.  “Hey, now—“

“Oh, don’t be like that, you big softy.”  The strain was gone from Mikey’s voice.  Now he just sounded utterly relieved.  “No way you didn’t just feed them yourself out of the goodness of your bones.  But that’s great!  We didn’t know where Mayhem had taken them, April’s been really worried.”

“She is safe?”

“Safe and sound.”

He glanced over to the O’Neils and gave them a slight nod, and then turned away again as Carol gave a small, aborted sob.  “Then if you please, Michelangelo, put her on the line?  I will hand the phone over to Mr O’Neil.”

“You got it, BM.”

August was already standing, a hand on his wife’s shoulder.  Hueso handed him the phone.

Then he vanished back into his kitchen, shutting the door behind him and eyeing the oven and what ingredients he had.  Pizza; nothing fancy given they were closed, but if he wasn’t mistaken, he was about to have more guests.  And baking them would give him something to do far, far away from the two humans currently having a breakdown in his front room.

Soon, they would all be gone and he could go home and things would return back to some version of normal. 

(The only thing he was relieved about, of course.)

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April arrived via ostentatious pink portal, bruised and scuffed and accompanied by the Hidden City’s Most Wanted and promptly threw herself into her parents’ arms, both of whom seemed far too overjoyed to see her to remark on the way she arrived and the company she was keeping.

Hueso stared at Draxum. 

Draxum stared back, arms folded. 

Hueso dumped a stack of pizza boxes on the counter and sidled off to his hallway while the joyous reunion was happening (“Baby, your face!”), and carefully yanked a Wanted poster off the wall, crumpling it in one hand. 

There was quiet for a moment.  And then he heard Carol, voice heavy with disbelief. 

“Barry?”

“Hello, Carol.”  Draxum was extremely casual, examining his knuckles.

“But you—but he--you used a—you’re our neighbour!”

Dios mio.  Hueso would pretend he never heard that.  Instead, he strolled back up, rumpled paper carefully shoved into a pocket.  “Carol, please do not tell me you somehow thought he was human.”

“I could pass for human,” Draxum grumbled.

“Ah, yes, because human legs all bend the wrong way like that.”

“Yeah, okay, enough,” April interrupted, voice small, still latched onto her father as Carol examined her bandaged nose.  “Mom, uh, I’m guessing we really need to talk, so—“

“You do, and I would like to sleep,” Hueso said, shoving his stack of carefully prepared pizzas into Draxum’s empty arms.  To his credit, the caprid yokai merely took them with a long-suffering look and then promptly used them to hide his face.  “And I am so done with revelations tonight.  Please have any further life-changing conversations somewhere that is not my restaurant.  We are, after all, closed.”

April grinned tiredly at him.  “Sorry.  But thanks, Senor Hueso.  I appreciate it, I know it was…a lot.”

Ah.  Well.  He softened, just a little.  “You are welcome. Just do not make a habit of either visiting after hours or zombie attacks.”

“Thaaat, I think we can do.”

“So you say,” Draxum muttered dryly, and then glared as April kicked him in the shin.

“None of that, Barry.  C’mon, Portal Express.  Can you take us to, uh, Central Park?”

“If I must.”

“Wait,” August interrupted, eyeing the portal that was still open with no small amount of nerves.  “Do we have to go through that?”

Whatever the answer was, Hueso didn’t care to hear it.  He swept into the kitchen and snapped the door shut behind him decisively, wiping down the counters.  He didn’t care if Draxum bodily dragged them through the portal at this point; he just wanted to return to the quiet evening he had been looking forward to before all this.

That being said, he would admit to himself he was glad that everyone had turned out to be okay.  Well.  Minus Leonardo, who was apparently hurt badly enough that he wasn’t allowed to have his phone this many days after the invasion.  But Michelangelo said he would be fine—

He paused in his cleaning to dash a quick text off to the boy, and then finished closing down his kitchen in peace.

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BoneMan: Pepino.  When you are entirely done lazing around, please call.  You still owe me a shift for the restaurant damage, you can’t get out of it that easily.

He might care a little.

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(He returned to the dining room later to wipe down the table and found a folded serviette with words scrawled on it in what looked like lipstick, and he flipped it over to read.

Thank you for everything.  We’ll tell no one.

- Carol

Well.

They seemed like decent people.  Perhaps he would see them again.)

[urgonnaneedabiggership]

Namor (MCU) X Mexican!OC

MASTERLIST

Part I Here

Part II Here

Part III Here

Part IV Here

Part V Here

Part VII Here

Synopsis:

War photographer Sadie Medina is one day mysteriously whisked away on a mission that is suspiciously secret for a botanical expedition. A tragic twist of the events leads to her getting too close to something she should’ve never found, and too close to people who, by all odds, was never supposed to meet, be imprisoned by, and much less grow close to.

Word count: 2,169

Warnings: MCU typical violence, mentions of war, mentions of death and un-aliving people.

A/N: In case you feel more comfortable reading on AO3, you can find the link right here.

*Disclaimer: I’m by no means an expert on Mayan, but I did my best (by this I mean I looked for the best translator possible) and sorry for any mistakes. Handy little translations at the end, if needed.

“Why won’t you listen to me, Xmeech?”

Mercedes sighed as she poured piping hot coffee into her grandmother’s mug, who looked at her with concern.

“Chiich please, let’s not start this again.”

“I don’t understand why you insist on going to such dangerous places,” the older woman insisted, taking the carton of milk her granddaughter offered her.

“I do what I must, chiich, and can we not argue about this every single time I come to visit, please?” Xmeech said with a weak smile, taking the woman’s hands in hers.

“In chan nikté, why won’t you let him rest in peace?” her grandmother asked with a glint of sadness in her voice. “Your father was a good man, and he raised a beautiful, brave young woman whom he loved with all his heart. Don’t you think he would have wanted you to settle down? To have a peaceful life with somebody who loves you like he loved my daughter?”

Neither of those things was going to happen anytime soon. While she had never thought she wasn’t attractive enough to find someone, Mercedes knew that her life was much too complicated on its own to drag somebody else into that mess. Whenever the occasional over-confident man approached her and attempted to lure her in with empty compliments before asking what her plans for the next day were, Mercedes felt tempted to reply with the truth just so they’d leave her alone.

“Chiich, I…”

A petrifying scream from her grandmother made her come to just in time to feel an odd tingle on her fingers. Suddenly she felt tired and dizzy, and for a split second, she closed her eyes and wondered if she was going to faint. Her entire body felt heavier and for a split second she thought she'd seen her hand fade into...ashes?

Whatever was wrong, must’ve solved itself, because chiich had stopped screaming. Opening her eyes, Mercedes stood up so violently she almost fell on her rear when she found herself sitting in front of a stranger, who looked at her equally baffled.

“Who are you?” she stuttered, looking around the room before storming out of the kitchen and into the hall that led to her grandma’s bedroom, calling out for her all the time.

Mercedes swung the door open to find a room she did not recognize. The giant, old bed she’d used as a trampoline as a child had been replaced by a tiny mattress, the pale blue walls were now white, and pictures of people she didn’t know hung from the walls. Hearing steps behind her, the woman grabbed the nearest object, a lamp, and held it above her head.

“Who are you?” she yelled at the young man that walked in showing his palms, begging her to calm down. “Where is my grandmother?”

“Calm down, please,” he urged her, “I will tell you everything, but put that down.”

“Where is she?” Mercedes insisted, throwing away the lamp and grabbing the man by his shoulders. However, she realized he didn’t look scared. It was something much, much worse.

He looked at her with pity.

“Listen…I think you should sit down.”

“Mercedes!”

“What? What is it?” she gasped out for air and sat up on the hammock, surprised to find Namor standing next to her, “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

“Are you okay?” The man returned the question, his worried eyes still visible under the dim light of the vibranium lamps in her room.

“Sure. I had a bad dream, that’s all,” She stated, flustered. Mercedes realized this was the second time he had surprised her in the middle of a nightmare. “I’m sorry if I woke you up,”

He seemed to notice something on her face. Namor leaned closer so suddenly that she instinctively moved away. He softly apologized before touching a spot on her cheek with his thumb, wiping something off.

“Were you crying in your sleep?,” He said. Mercedes violently wiped her eyes, feeling self-conscious after his question. He didn’t say anything else, and the only sound that could be heard was Mercedes sniffling occasionally.

“When I lost my mother, I had seen it coming for some time,” Namor finally spoke, carefully sitting on the edge of Mercedes’ hammock, “And for a while, I hated seeing how all the other children grew up, found a partner, and built a life, with their mothers there to witness it. I hated constantly remembering my mom would never get to see me do any of those things.”

Namor noticed Sadie’s inquisitive look and knew she was about to ask how did he know her nightmare was about her father.

“You were talking in your sleep,” He explained.

“After hundreds of years, did it ever go away? The pain, I mean?” she asked, sleepily resting her head against her small pillow. With an apologetic look, Namor shook his head.

“No. I still miss her every single day.”

When he looked at her again, he noticed she was almost asleep again. Her eyes were barely open, and he could only see a small chocolate-colored band through her eyelids. He slowly started to get up to leave when she grabbed his hand and said something to him that he couldn’t quite catch.

Namor knelt next to the hammock and asked her to repeat it, leaning a little bit closer.

“What was she like?” Mercedes asked, resting on her side to look at him.

He didn’t answer immediately. It took him about three minutes to finally start talking. He told her about the way she would describe the surface world to him in such a beautifully nostalgic way, and he reminisced about the time they had that difficult conversation where she told him she wanted to be buried in the world she’d grown up in.

And it was like that, soothed by the sound of his voice telling stories and sometimes even laughing a little to himself that Mercedes finally drifted off.

After several hours of peaceful, nightmare-less sleep, Sadie woke up feeling well-rested and wanting some breakfast. She was about to jump from the hammock when the sight of an asleep Namor on the floor next to her stopped Sadie dead in her tracks. He had placed a blanket and several pillows on the floor and was completely passed out.

Moved, she carefully placed her own blanket on him. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep.

She liked the way his eyebrows perfectly framed his eyes, giving him that calm expression instead of the usual aggressive determination. Two weeks ago they were yelling at each other through the bars of a cell and now he was staying in her room to lull her to sleep with stories about his mother. The mere thought was bewildering.

Sadie left the room to get breakfast. A few days ago she had set a few traps around the water inside the grottos after she realized there were fish down there. Being in an underwater cave, she expected the fish to be small and with little meat, but the nonpolluted water allowed for fauna to thrive in amazing ways, and so she managed to add protein to her diet.

Turning around a corner, she found herself before Namora. Having interacted with her a few more times, the Talokanil warrior seemed to be warming up to her, going as far as cracking a smile when they exchanged greetings, which was the case this time.

“Hi, Namora,” She said with a slight nod, which the other female reciprocated in the customary Talokanil way. Sadie knew she had reached a new level of familiarity when even Attuma started greeting her with that hand gesture.

“Mercedes, wait a minute, have you seen K’uk’ulkan?”

“Yes, he should be asleep in my room.” She said, unaware of how it sounded until Namora’s expression said it all.

“No! I mean, he is, but not in that way. Listen, I was having a nightmare and he was there and I asked him not to go, so he told me stories about his mother until I fell asleep.”

For some reason that sounded even worse than just admitting they’d slept together. Mercedes decided to just stop rambling. It took Namora a good few seconds to start talking again.

“You don’t have to explain yourself. Enjoy your breakfast, thank you,”

And with that, she disappeared around the corner. Sadie scrunched her nose apprehensively, hoping she hadn’t unwittingly caused any problems.

“If there is something I need to know about, you have one minute to tell me,”

The sudden, loud voice woke up the asleep Namor, who scrambled to his feet cursing to himself.

“What are you talking about?,” He asked, still half-asleep and blinking rapidly. After taking a quick glance at the hammock he realized it was empty. “Where is she?”

“I just ran into her. I mean it, is there something you want to share with me?”

“I don’t see how that’s any…”

“Any of my business? See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Namora asserted, taking a peek outside to make sure no one was nearby before talking in an angry whisper, “As your lieutenant, I’m worried that my king might be literally sleeping with the enemy, and as your cousin, I’m worried that you’re only going to get hurt. “

“’ The enemy’? I thought the two of you got along,”

“We do, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still cautious around her,” Namora sighed and leaned against the wall, “Listen, as your friend, I need to know what’s going on. Do you have feelings for her?”

“Fine. I don’t, alright? Not in the way you think, don’t worry. I’ll admit I…enjoy her company. She asks smart questions and knows how to make conversation.”

“And…?” Namora asked with a raised eyebrow. Namor fell for it.

“And it’s amusing to see how highly she thinks of herself but still refuses to admit she’s arrogant. See, she has all these ideas that are so different from mine, so hearing them is strange. Yes, she’s strange I’d say. ”

“Strange as in ‘different to anybody you’ve ever met?’”

Without replying, he gave her a sullen look.

“I see what you’re implying, and you’re wrong,” He said defensively and walked around her toward the entrance.

 “You know she is leaving, right?” Namora said as her cousin walked past her. “After all, you told her that her stay would be temporary. And are you aware that after she leaves, you’ll most likely never see her again?”

“I am aware, and I feel fine about it,” K’uk’ulkan assured, calmly, “But she’s not leaving anytime soon,”

“Because of our safety or because you don’t want her to?”

“That is enough, Namora,” He snapped, “Lieutenant or cousin, you’re out of line, I already answered your question and the only one I have to answer to for my actions is myself. Now, what did you need me for?”

Knowing she wouldn’t get anything else from him, Namora nodded. She didn’t want him to be mad at her, or she might not be able to retake the subject later on.

“It’s Attuma. One of his men found something in the wreckage of the ship we found a few days ago that we thought you might want to see,”

Once they descended into Talokan, Attuma was already waiting for them in the throne room with a small, transparent pouch.

“My men found this. Apparently, this fungus was the vessel’s only cargo.” Attuma carefully handed Namor the package before continuing,  “After analyzing it, turns out it’s not the first time this has fallen into Talokanil hands. It contains the spores that nearly killed Namora not so long ago,”

“And Mercedes said that she was part of an expedition that came down here searching for samples of several plants, these included.”

“K’uk’ulkan, that’s not the only thing they found,” Attuma added, retrieving a metallic device with a crystal vial attached to it, “We found this among the remains. It is identical to the one your friend used to give Namora the antidote,”

“You should ask Mercedes what she remembers about the people that arrived with her. That might give us an idea of how dangerous these people really are.”

“Attuma,” Namor asked, addressing his other lieutenant, “Was the ship’s storage full?”

When the answer was negative, he furrowed his eyes thoughtfully until an idea struck him.

“Tell your men to register every inch of the ship. We must find the captain’s log to see if the ship had more cargo.”

“What are you thinking, K’uk’ulkan?” asked Namora.

“The place where we found Mercedes wasn’t far from one of the entrances to our tunnels. If these people have a potential weapon with them, I want twice as many guards watching that entrance. I’ll talk to her and see what else I can find out.”

“Doesn’t this mean that she didn’t tell you everything before? Can we rely on what she tells us?” Attuma asked, visibly unsure.

The Talokanil leader rose from his throne and, after bowing his head softly to dismiss both warriors, left the room without answering Attuma’s question.

[justice4billy]

Baby, it's a secret

An even bigger secret is revealed! Mentions of adoption, fluff, fires, and secrets revealed.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Billy x fem reader

taglist: @tempt-ress

"So, what are you gonna do now?" Eddie queried as he relaxed on the hard chair.

Cassie bit her lip, looking down at her boy who had fallen asleep. " I don't know" she confessed.

Eddie sat up. "You can seriously be considering giving your kid to that sick bastard" he swore.

"Lisa deserves happiness" she muttered.

"And so does your kid" Eddie replied before sighing as he took in Cassies forlorn expression. "I'm just saying, I know what its like to have messed up parents and it stays with you forever" he stated.

Cassie narrowed her eyes. "You don't think I know that? I have a messed up parent too Ed" she stated. "I don't want him near Don and to be honest I don't want to see that man again" she stated disgust dripping off her tone.

A knock sounded on the door interrupting the pairs heated debate. Both kids craned their head to see Lisa standing in the doorway, a sad expression on her face.

Eddie scoffed. "You got some nerve lady" he stated shaking his head in disbelief.

"I was wondering if we could talk" Lisa muttered as she looked at Cassie.

Cassie looked over at Eddie and gave him a nod. "Its fine Eddie" she stated.

"I don't want to leave you alone" he replied shaking his head.

"I wont take up much of your time" Lisa stated glumly.

"Its okay, I'll call if I need anything" she stated nodding to the buzzer at the side of her bed.

Eddie nodded before getting up. "I'll go and get a snack, I'll be back in five" he stated pointedly as he stared at Lisa who gave him a sheepish look.

Cassie took a deep breath as she watched him leave, before cradling Jude closer to her chest.

"He's beautiful" Lisa nodded at Jude. "Can I sit?" She asked.

Cassie gave her a silent nod. She was afraid of saying anything to Lisa, she didn't want to believe that Lisa knew about Don.

Lisa sighed. "I know what's happened has caused a very messy situation" she started. "But I've decided that Don and I need time apart" she added.

"I hope you do find happiness" Cassie stated genuinely. She really liked Lisa and she wanted the vest for her.

"I'm so sorry" Lisa apolgised. "I knew we had alot to work through when he cheated on me with his secretary" she confessed.

Cassie felt her heart break. "You don't deserve that" she stated.

"I know, but I loved him and I begged for him to make this work and I thought a baby could fix it" she stated. "I should have know he would do it again" she stated.

Cassie furrowed her brows. "Again?" She asked.

Lisa looked alarmed. "I mean cheat" she replied in a panicked tone.

"Don didn't cheat with me" she stared narrowing her eyes. "So, what do you mean by again?" She asked.

"Cassie" Lisa started.

Cassie's mind raced as she glared at Lisa. "Please, don't tell me this girl was underage" she stated with bile in her stomach.

"No, of course not I'd never stay with him" Lisa exclaimed. "She was young but not underage" she stated.

"How old?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"Nineteen" Lisa replied timedly.

"Get out" Cassie bit out.

"Please let me explain" Lisa begged.

"I'm eighteen years old Lisa" Cassie stated. "I was seventeen when I first met you both, and you let me walk into your lives knowing what your husband was like" she spat out. "You put me and MY baby in danger" she exclaimed.

"No, thats not fair Cassie" Lisa defended.

"Just get out!" Cassie exclaimed.

"We have agreed to adopt the baby now, you can't do this" she stated.

"It was a verbal agreement" Cassie stated. "I didn't sign the paper and I'm not signing them now" she stated firmly.

"You have to think about the baby, there's no way you can give him the life we can give him" Lisa stated.

"I'd rather struggle than give him to a disgusting pig like Don" Cassie stated. "Now, get out!" She screamed as tears sprung her eyes. Betrayed, that's how she felt in that moment.

"Cassie-" Lisa started.

"She told you to leave" a familiar voice stated.

Cassie looked up to see Billy standing in the doorway, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at Lisa.

"Are you the father?" Lisa asked.

Cassie opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out as she looked wide eyes at Billy.

"Yeah I'm the father" Billy answered. "And my girlfriend told you to leave, so I suggest you scram before I call security" he stated lowly his voice taking on a threatening edge.

"I can see I have overstepped" Lisa stated clearing her throat. "Please, just think about this Cassie" she begged.

Cassie scoffed before turning away, giving her the silent treatment. She heard Lisa sigh before making her way out of the door and into the hallway, the door shutting behind her.

"Thank you" she muttered as she looked over at Billy.

"Who the hell was that?" He grumbled.

"Someone I used to know" Cassie replied simply not wanting to go into details.

Billy huffed before making his way over to her. "You both okay?" He asked nodding towards a sleeping Jude.

"Yeah, we're both fine" Cassie replied replied a small smile.

Billy reached out to stroke her cheek. "Anybody else gonna come in here and bother ya?" He asked as his thumb grazed her cheek bone in lazy circles.

Cassie tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, his gentle touch and tone was going to be the death of her. "Not unless you count Eddie" she stated with a chuckle.

Billy laughed. "Think I could handle him" he stated, his eyes flitting to her lips. "Fuck, I really wanna kiss you right now" he whispered.

Cassie baulked. "Billy" she stated breathlessly, she wanted to do the same damn thing back. Her hormones had even going crazy for him the last few months, she blamed it on pregnancy but right now as he stood infront of her she wanted nothing more than to get out of bed and wrap her arms around him. But then she remembered the secret, the lies and the guilt that came along with Billy, and she knew if he found out how much he would hate her.  "We cant" she whispered with a sigh.

"I know, it's the wrong time" he stated looking at Jude. "But as soon as your outta here I wanna take you out" he stated.

"I-" she began just as the door opened.

"Hey, what's going on?" Eddie asked as he looked between the pair.

"You have shit timing Munson" Billy cursed under his breath. "I'll see you later Cass" he nodded to the young girl before walking out of the door, his words ringing in her head.

One week later

"You sure your gonna be okay?" Eddie asked for the thousand time.

He had band practice tonight and had been asking Cassie if je should go, he had even considered cancelling it to stay with her and Jude but she declined. He was a normal teenager and he should be having fun.

"Ed, it's nice enough that you and your uncle let us stay here, so please just go and have fun" she urged him.

"You got Gareths number if you need me?" He asked.

Cassie nodded. "Yes, its on the fridge" she stated.

"Okay, I won't be too late" he stated giving her one last look, before looking at his watch. "Shit, I'm gonna be late" he muttered before giving her a wave and rushing out the door.

The trailer fell silent as Cassie listened to the small sounds of Jude sleeping in his crib, she figured whilst he was down she could shut her eyes for a moment. Being zleep deprived wasn't fun and he would only wake her up again at 1am. She checked he was okay before laying back on the bed and shutting her eyes, her world turning black.

Cassie woke with a start. A strange smell pierced the air, as she heard the sounds of Jude crying and rushed over to pick him up, his screams pierced the air as she surveyed the trailer. There was smoke, thick smoke that was surrounding the trailer, it stuck in Cassies throat as she swaddled Jude and tried to cover him as much as possible from the thick stench.

She needed to get the hell out of here she thought, before rushing over to the door and opening it. Hot, thick and orange flames filled the cabin and blocked her escape. How the hell had a fire started?

"Cass" she could make out a familiar voice sounding in the distance. "Cass! Over here!" It called as she shut the door before turning towards her window.

Billy stood outside, his face peering in as he gestured for her to open the window.

"Its stuck" she mouthed to him. That window had been like that since she moved in.

"Stand back" Billy called.

Cassie took several steps back before she heard the sound of plastic ripping, she saw Billy cutting the plastic screen around the window with a knife as he created a small hole.

"Pass me Jude" he instructed to her.

Cassie took in the smoke which had surrounded the whole room, she could hardly when see Billy through the smog.

"Come on Cass" Billy hollered as he stuck his hand through the window.

Cassie shook herself out of her daze before stepping through the smoke, coughing as she covered her nose with her thick cardigan and placed Jude in Billy's hands.

"Now, you gotta climb out of here" he instructed. whilst holding onto Jude who was still crying.

"I can't" she called out. "I'll hurt myself" she stated worriedly as she took in the bits of glass.

"Well if you don't your gonna die from smoke inhalation" Billy replied bluntly.

Cassie let out a deep breath, she could feel the heat of the fire through Eddie's thin bedroom door. She looked to Billy who had Jude in one arm and had stuck his opposite hand out for her to grab.

She coughed feeling the smoke cascade through her lungs, before rushing towards the window and grabbing onto Billy's hand. Her legs felt shaky as she was lifted off the ground.

"I got you" Billy whispered as he put an arm loosely around her waist, her balance was off and she managed to stumble on the uneven ground.

She panted, not quite believing the fire that raged through Eddie's trailer, her only home was now burning to the ground which meant she had nowhere to stay and no safe place to provide for Jude. She felt overwhelmed, her breath coming out in shallow pants.

"Hey, it's okay" Billy stated as she followed the sound of his voice. He still had Jude in his arms as his dark blue eyes bored into hers.

She felt the bile rise in her throat, they almost died she realised as she opened her mouth, and finally blurted out her deepest secret. "He's yours" she panted.

Billy looked down at her through narrowed eyes. "The fuck did you say?" He swore shock evident in his tone.

"Billy" Cassie panted before letting out a cough. "Jude, he's yours" she confessed finally feeling the weight lift off her chest. She should have been relieved, but the look on Billy's face was murderous but she knew there was no coming back from this. Whatever they may have had in the hospital was now dead in the water.

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 6 - secrets revealed

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Word count: 1377

TWs in tags

note: this is another vent fic. soz. anyway-

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It’s one of Izuku’s bad days. 

Something that has been more frequent since his last encounter with the man three weeks ago. Even though it’s been two years since the incident. Izuku wishes it would get easier.

Nightmares plagued his sleep (Shigaraki’s gravelly voice in his ear, praising him for being so quiet), Uraraka hugged him without warning (cold hands pull him in closer), he was pinned in all of his sparring matches (four fingers press on his trachea, cutting off his breath). 

He wishes he could tell his memories to fuck off, but It seems he can’t make progress no matter how hard he tries.

Naturally, they notice. 

Eiji and Kacchan, Izuku’s weakness in his fortress of defense. 

“Hey, Izuku, do you wanna watch Heroes Rising in Kat’s room tonight?” Agh, a dirty trick, bribing him with his favorite film and Kacchan cuddles. He should say no, lock himself in his room, and wallow in misery like he usually does.

Alas, Izuku is a weak man.

“Yeah, that sounds nice. I’m just going to shower and I’ll meet you there.” He smiles, knowing it doesn’t look as genuine as he’d like when Eijirou’s eyes lose their pleased crease.

“Alright. Don’t take too long.” He smiles softly, looking like he wants to pull Izuku in for a hug. Izuku’s thankful he doesn’t.

“I won’t.”

He spends ten minutes viciously scrubbing his body with one of his softer washcloths. He craves the feeling of being stripped raw, but if he shows up to Kacchan’s with friction burns he’ll never hear the end of it. 

By the time he makes it to Kacchan’s room, the other two boys are waiting for him. Kacchan stands by his desk while Eijirou sits sideways in his chair. They looked to be in serious conversation before he arrived, and Izuku is tempted to ask what it was about- but one look at their faces when he enters tells him all he needs to know.

“Hey Deku, took you fuckin’ long enough.” Kacchan grunts, jerking his head to the bed and the laptop resting on the covers, “You ready?”

“Yep!” He nods, letting Eiji lead him over to the little haven they’re going to make for themselves. Somewhere Izuku never feels uncomfortable or out of place. 

“We watchin’ the same shit or does Deku wanna branch out tonight, hm?” Kacchan teases, ruffling his hair when Eijirou squeezes him into an Izuku-sandwich.

“Kachaaaan!” He whines, covering his eyes, “we haven’t watched Heroes Rising in a month!”

“Oh, a whole month?” Eijirou chuckles, “How have we survived in these conditions”

Izuku grumbles, tucking his body under Kacchan’s massive arm.

They begin the movie, regardless. Eijirou places a hand on Izuku’s lap, rubbing circles on his fuzzy thigh. It’s not remotely sexual, though it has been in the past. Izuku can tell the man just wants to comfort him. 

He wishes it didn’t make his skin crawl.

You’re such a good boy, Izuku, all pliant and weak for me. Obeying so well for your master.

Izuku’s thigh twitches without his permission, and Eijirou retracts his hand without a word.

Guilt consumes him. He can’t believe he’s letting this memory ruin the touch of someone he loves so much.

He grips Kacchan’s arm tighter, digging his blunt nails into his soft skin.

Eijirou shifts next to him, giving him space.

Come closer hero, let me feel you. Gods, you’re so tight-

Izuku shakes his head, trying to be present. He’s in Kacchan’s room, not with Shigaraki. 

Call me Tomura when I’m inside of you, I love to hear you beg, Deku.

Deku…

“Deku!” 

Izuku lets out a frustrated yell, using One for All to propel himself off of the bed.

“Fuck!” He kicks at a pillow that he tossed in his haste. There’s a click and the sound from the computer cuts off.

“Izuku I think we need to talk,” Eijirou says calmly. Izuku turns to assess his boyfriends, both showing various levels of concern.

“No, I-” He groans, wiping his fresh tears from his cheeks, “Yeah okay.”

Eijirou frowns, sitting up in bed and examining his hands. “I think I should leave this relationship.”

“What?!” Izuku and Kacchan shout at the same time.

“That is not what we fucking agreed on, Red.” The blond grips Eijirou’s sleep shirt, shoving him once, “You said we both had shit to work on and-”

“NO!” Izuku shouts, drawing the others’ attention immediately. “This has nothing to do with you, it’s all my fault!”

Eijirou gives him a confused look, “But you seem so uncomfortable touching me. I saw you clinging to Katsuki when you flinched away from me-”

Kacchan shakes his head, “Bullshit, he’s been acting weird for weeks around both of us. He loves you Eijirou, there has to be something else-”

“But he’s been noticeably tense around me, there has to be something I’m doing wrong-”

“He’s been tense around both of us, dipshit!”

Izuku loses all control.

“You touch me like he did!”

Kacchan stiffens, hands clenching in his lap, “Is there… someone else, Izuku?”

Izuku shakes his head, body trembling as unwanted memories come flooding into his brain, “No, not like- I didn’t want it. And you don’t do it on purpose but I can’t stop thinking about it and it makes me want to rip off my skin.” He rambles, tugging at his shirt, “I promise I didn’t want it, but it was before we started dating so I didn’t want to mention it-”

He sighs miserably, tears coming once more, “It’s not like there’s anything you can do, and telling you would only be dangerous.”

There’s a loud crunching sound.

Izuku’s gaze snaps up, zoning in on the source of the noise. 

Kacchan’s computer is bent in Eijirou’s hardened hand, and small pieces of glass flake off onto black sheets.

“Eijirou!” Izuku gasps, reaching out to help. His arm is immediately snatched up by Katsuki, and he’s pulled onto his knees on the mattress.

“Izuku-” Eijirou’s voice cracks, and only when Izuku looks up at his boyfriends does he realize they look furious.

Smoke is pouring from where Kacchan’s hands are scrunched in his sheet, and he’s sure if they weren’t fireproof they’d be ash by now. 

“Who was it, Izuku?” Kacchan growls, allowing Izuku to pull his arm away gently but watching carefully as he sits down opposite the bed from them.

“Aizawa already knows, I was in the hospital for a couple days. They did a- a kit… and tests and stuff. I’m ok, physically, I think he used a- um, protection.”

Kirishima makes a choked sound, “Please tell us, Izu, I promise we won’t be mad-”

Kacchan cracks his neck.

“-at you. Only at whoever-” He pauses, “but it was before we started dating, so it had to be first year. I can only remember you missing school one day after the mall incident.”

Izuku squeezes his eyes closed, trying to block out the smell of that restroom. 

Hopefully no one interrupts us, huh hero. 

“I am going to KILL THAT DUSTY ASS BASTARD!” Kacchan roars, hands popping as he moves to stand.

Kirishima pulls him down by the arm, pushing the broken laptop off the bed and reaching his other hand out to Izuku.

“Can I please hug you, Izuku. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to I just,” He swallows heavily, hand lowering slightly, “I want to hold you.”

Izuku nods, allowing Eijirou to pull him into his chest. They cry together.

Kacchan paces behind them for a few minutes, working through the information. He crouches on the ground, holding his head. 

Izuku had been dealing with this alone the entire time. Looking back on it, Katsuki knew something had been wrong, but he wanted to let Izuku tell them himself.

He looks up at his two favorite people, crumbling apart in each other's arms. 

Fuck.

He stands, crawling onto the bed with them. 

He pulls Izuku out of Kirishima’s grip, tilting his weight to lean on Katsuki instead. Eijirou follows, curling around the two of them. 

Katsuki tucks his face into Izuku’s neck, breathing in his clean scent.

Shigaraki is going to fucking pay, no doubt about it, but first, he needs this. They all do.

[apalestar]

"I figured out a little bit how to try to make things up to you," Eve begins, taking a deep breath. "I told myself I wouldn't tell anyone this until I told Birvor, but...he might think...that I'm..." This was HARDER to get out than she had thought it would be because it wasn't supposed to get so out of hand, but the Cult thing had kind of gotten out of hand too. It was just a prank that had taken on a life of its own. "He might think that I'm Guenhwyvar...because I can kind of wild shape into a giant panther...and I've let him think it ever since saving him once and having to carry him back to camp on my back. Now...I know you're MAD at me. I know you and Birvor also like to hurt each other, but I would like to think you'd rather run with this with me than flat out dash his hopes and dreams. He didn't hurt you, after all, I did." Something she'd be making up to him for a very long time. "Whatever you choose to do with the information, it felt like the kind of GESTURE to put me on the right track of eventually fixing things between us. This is by no means enough though, and I know that--just an olive branch."

@wildskissed trying to reconcile.

Mad? Mad hadn’t begun to cover what he felt towards Eve at the moment. Her little stunt eroded what trust he had in her. Reminded of the most awful and terrible moment in his life where terror overtook him. Worst she put it on display as a weakness for the others to exploit. For that half-orc who already had it out for him to utilize against him. No, mad couldn’t begin to cover the betrayal he felt.

Half tempted to slink off into the shadows so he didn’t have to deal with whatever plan she concocted now to ensure they ‘all got along’. The story Eve wove at least brought some laughter to his lips. Astarion hadn’t walked away yet, so it must account for something. “As terrible of a picture as that paints for him—“ He paused meeting her eyes. “He may not have been the one to bring harm to me in this instance, but we both know for damned well he has hurt me.”

He doubted it would stop. The bastard seemed to despise his very existence. That somehow his need to feel better by drinking thinking creature blood wasn’t something he should do. Because Birvor said so. As if Astarion could deny the very nature of what he was.

Forgiveness didn’t come easily with the rogue. To betray him like she had? “I will fight with you. I’ll do whatever else this group seems to require of me because I don’t relish sprouting tentacles. But I won’t sit here and have my boundaries disrespected over and over again on account of him.”

He was beginning to see himself as someone not a slave. He was sick of being pushed around and being told what to do. “You can like him all you like, but I won’t be playing this game of attempting to appease him. Go on try and reconcile the brothers if you must, but I want none of it.”

“So long as he stays out of my way, and I’ll stay out of his.” But that wouldn’t happen. He knew it wouldn’t. Astarion couldn’t hunt or drink for his own survival without the bastard getting all over him for it. He couldn’t speak to Ren without some confrontation arising. Hells. The two of them had begun sneaking off just so they didn’t have to deal with it. Whatever Eve thought she could fix between them, wasn’t going to happen. The only feasible way he saw Birvor be pleased is if he was dead. Truly dead.

“But I will keep your secret.”

[ardenssolis]

@hembralfa said (inbox):

you need to wait! his majesty is busy! without an ounce of care for the one telling her to halt, loni barges into the king's quarters. it doesn't faze her, not one ounce, as to whatever was going on. "IS IT TRUE?" her sources couldn't be right, could they? leanne was mobilizing her army, and for what? to come after ramses and his kingdom? all because of that incident with her? "fuck!" she doesn't need him to reply. she already knows the answer.

hands rake through hair as she paces back and forth with the gusto of a wild animal stuck in a cage. "I knew this would fucking happen! I knew it!" she played around too long and now things were no longer going according to plan. "we aren't ready yet, but... but...!" in her frenzy she has a single moment of clarity. in that instance she stops and looks him directly in the eye. "I quit." she didn't think it would end like this, but if it means keeping him safe and his people it was well worth it. she'd be able to get word back to leanne that she'd left. she'd give them a trail to follow. while she did that she'd tell ivan to gather up their forces. it was time to take york back. "goodbye ramses. maybe one day we'll meet again, and if we do... I hope you'll forgive me for all the secrets I kept from you. please just know... I never meant to hurt you. I-..." she pauses and bites her lip. "tch."

before she could say anymore she turned and bolted. I need to leave now. if I say anymore I might waver, and I refuse to give up on my dream. soon she found herself in the stable after having gotten her gear and gathered her wolves. with one final glance as they took off she felt her eyes heat and her throat tighten. "falling in love was never what I wanted... such a fool I was. be safe, my dear king. my only hope is that I can face you in the way you deserve should I survive this..."

     TEARING HIS GAZE AWAY from the letter in his hand, he frowned as his gaze came to linger upon his closed door. What in the world was all that racket? Curious, he was half-tempted to make his way over and take a peek, but that thought evaporated as soon as it appeared when his door was promptly thrown open without so much as a warning. ❝I can see your manners are atrocious today,❞ he replied with a near lazy drawl, his golden eyes shifting back to what he had been reading without so much as skipping a beat. Ah…it had only been a matter of time before word of all this made its way back to Loni. He had tried to keep her from getting too involved in this mess – primarily because it seemed to distress her a great deal. Such was understandable, though, considering her being here in his kingdom, in his palace was what caused the commotion to begin with. At first, he could not comprehend why a queen in another nation would make such a big deal out of capturing one mercenary…but in time, he came to realize that there was more behind his favored mercenary than met the eye.

     Far more.

     Letter finally placed to the side, it was then that he was able to put his full attention on her. ❝You need not blame yourself for anything. That queen has no idea how to properly rule.❞ She was playing some thug rather than someone with finesse in politics, and so it was a small wonder to him she hadn’t stepped on another’s toes while throwing her weight around as if she knew how this ‘game’ all worked far better than those immersed in it. ❝Actually, there is something I wished to…❞ His words cut off instantly at what was said, his mouth partially open, and eyes widened with unhindered surprise. ❝You…w-what?❞ Did she just proclaim that she quit? Just like that? And without warning? Well…this was…not planned. He knew that it was a possibility; however, he hadn’t expected things to just up and end like this. It all threw him for a loop and left his mind reeling; synapses stuttering as if trying to find ways to figure out this bizarre string of words she had uttered without pause.

     ❝Loni---❞ Nothing he planned on saying met her ears, for the ‘wolf’ mercenary had already fled the scene with such speed that one would almost think she had committed a crime. Silence was all that was left in her wake before a guard stood in the doorway with hand upon their chest, quickly and profusely uttering their apologies for all that had transpired under their watch. He heard them but didn’t really listen to anything that left their mouth. It was hard to do so considering all that had just happened in a span of a what felt like a few seconds. ❝I already knew everything…❞

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16Then Judah said, “What shall we say to my lord? What shall we speak? Or how shall we clear ourselves? God has found out the iniquity of your servants; here we are, my lord’s slaves, both we and he also with whom the cup was found.”

17But he said, “Far be it from me that I should do so; the man in whose hand the cup was found, he shall be my slave. And as for you, go up in peace to your father.”

Judah Intercedes for Benjamin

18Then Judah came near to him and said: “O my lord, please let your servant speak a word in my lord’s hearing, and do not let your anger burn against your servant; for you are even like Pharaoh. 19My lord asked his servants, saying, ‘Have you a father or a brother?’ 20And we said to my lord, ‘We have a father, an old man, and a child of his old age, who is young; his brother is dead, and he alone is left of his mother’s children, and his father loves him.’ 21Then you said to your servants, ‘Bring him down to me, that I may set my eyes on him.’ 22And we said to my lord, ‘The lad cannot leave his father, for if he should leave his father, his father would die.’ 23But you said to your servants, ‘Unless your youngest brother comes down with you, you shall see my face no more.’

24“So it was, when we went up to your servant my father, that we told him the words of my lord. 25And our father said, ‘Go back and buy us a little food.’ 26But we said, ‘We cannot go down; if our youngest brother is with us, then we will go down; for we may not see the man’s face unless our youngest brother is with us.’ 27Then your servant my father said to us, ‘You know that my wife bore me two sons; 28and the one went out from me, and I said, “Surely he is torn to pieces”; and I have not seen him since. 29But if you take this one also from me, and calamity befalls him, you shall bring down my gray hair with sorrow to the grave.’

30“Now therefore, when I come to your servant my father, and the lad is not with us, since his life is bound up in the lad’s life, 31it will happen, when he sees that the lad is not with us, that he will die. So your servants will bring down the gray hair of your servant our father with sorrow to the grave. 32For your servant became surety for the lad to my father, saying, ‘If I do not bring him back to you, then I shall bear the blame before my father forever.’ 33Now therefore, please let your servant remain instead of the lad as a slave to my lord, and let the lad go up with his brothers. 34For how shall I go up to my father if the lad is not with me, lest perhaps I see the evil that would [c]come upon my father?”

hymn

1 In the secret of His presence how my soul delights to hide! Oh, how precious are the lessons which I learn at Jesus’ side! Earthly cares can never vex me, neither trials lay me low; For when Satan comes to tempt me, to the secret place I go, to the secret place I go.

2 When my soul is faint and thirsty, ’neath the shadow of His wing There is cool and pleasant shelter, and a fresh and crystal spring; And my Savior rests beside me, as we hold communion sweet: If I tried, I could not utter what He says when thus we meet, what He says when thus we meet.

3 Only this I know: I tell Him all my doubts, my griefs and fears; Oh, how patiently He listens! and my drooping soul He cheers: Do you think He ne'er reproves me? what a false friend He would be, If He never, never told me of the sins which He must see, of the sins which He must see.

4 Would you like to know the sweetness of the secret of the Lord? Go and hide beneath His shadow: this shall then be your reward; And whene'er you leave the silence of that happy meeting place, You must mind and bear the image of the Master in your face, of the Master in your face.

[cocktailsfairytales]

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Van Turner found fame as part of the Carolina Cold Fury, helping the team bring home a championship. He also found love and married his teammate’s little sister, eventually retiring from the game to enjoy a quiet life in the verdant hills of Vermont. Now, Van’s dark past threatens to unravel his future.

I never once regretted my decision to walk away from hockey. I attained what so few in the league are able and retired at the top of my game. Besides, I had the ultimate prize by my side—my gorgeous wife, Simone. We settled into married life in Vermont and were ready to expand our family when I was blindsided by my sociopath of a parent, this time from the grave. Before dying from cancer while in prison, my serial killer father left his private diaries to a journalist. From that one bequest came a tell-all biography detailing his deranged crimes along with a litany of lies meant to ruin my life.

Knowing first-hand the horrors of growing up the product of a monster, I know there is no way I can bring a child into this drama. I refuse to allow my kid to suffer the taunting and harassment I did, so I do the only thing I can think of—I walk away from Simone and our beautiful life together. With the knowledge that she will be safe from the publicity of my shameful past and able to find a love she deserves, I return to hockey, joining the Pittsburgh Titans. The long hours on the ice are the only thing that will even remotely keep my mind off everything I’ve left behind and I know that I’ve given Simone her best chance at happiness.

But I’m clearly a man who doesn’t learn from the past and I should have known better than to underestimate my wife. The woman doesn’t know how to take “no” for an answer. She’s as persistent as I am stubborn and it’s a battle of wills as she uses all her powers of persuasion to save our marriage. Simone wore me down once, but she won’t do it again. I’m keeping my wits about me and my pants on, no matter how much she tempts me with her sexy ways. But those, my friends, are what they often call ‘famous last words’.

[formula-fun]

i was writing this ask and honestly don't remember if i sent it or not so sorry in advance 😭✋️ i disagree with the previous anon, the problem isnt people focusing on the miscarriage, i think, personally, that people just really like the universe and want to see more, and since things about this story could be spoilers, they ask the hypotheticals (the baby, the pregnancy). At least thats the way i see it. Im equally curious about charles courting max and about max slowly but surely seeing charles as a safe space to kind of get away from everything (🥰) as i am about the baby, but i imagine that would be spoilers and wouldnt ask because maybe you would find it annoying seeing as its going to be in the next chapter. I am really excited about this story, because, like you said, it is a very clear that it's about a growing relationship and your writing and analysis are so so so good. You get us on our toes and dont treat them one dimensionally, I think its very easy to write Max as headstrong and Charles as sweet but you show another side to it (like real people are lol often not one just one thing). Its good tho that you spoke up about anyways so that we know what to focus on. I am curious tho because i wouldnt want to intrude: what are the kind of things that we can send in abt this story without being too invasive? Like I saw some people talking about ivf and you said we should wait and see sooooo maybe not that? Lol 😝

Hope youre having a great day!

Hiiii!!! I'm having a study day, so thank you for giving me a reason to take a break dfjskdfksjdfkdsj I think you're absolutely right, I don't think people mean anything by it and I don't hold it against anyone! It would be nice to not ONLY get asks that are about that, but I'm not upset about it or anything!

Thank you, this is all really sweet <3 and please don't ever worry about annoying me! The only things that annoy me are people telling me what to write, asking nonstop when the update will be or critiquing my work when I didn't ask for it. Anything else is fair game! If you ask something and I don't answer because it'll be in the next chapter I'm never annoyed, I just know you'll have an answer really soon so I don't want to spoil it. It's also helpful sometimes to know what questions people have because it tells me what people are paying attention to and what I need to focus on. So never never annoying! I'm also ridiculously easy to tempt into giving spoilers, it's really sad. If i get a question and don't answer because it's a spoiler but then someone asks me the same thing a second time? I'm probably just spoiling it, because I'm horrible at keeping secrets. So dont worry about it dfjkdfjks don't worry about being invasive either. i literally can't think of a question someone could ask me about this fic that i would consider invasive

(2) Also, previous anon here, but a whole different topic, if its off limits, feel free not to answer. I really like how you capture two people loving each other and not always agreeing but always understanding if that makes any sense?? Like charles probably doesnt like jo but he keeps out of it because he knows max instead of trying to push them apart. I think most people writing a story would go "oh charles should protect max from jo and not let them see each other" but its much more complicated than that, its his father figure still and they dont only have bad moments. The same thing with charles x ferrari. I see a lot of fics where max pushes charles to go to red bull and sure, thats fun to read, but max understanding the deep attachment charles has to ferrari is much nicer. He knows its not only about a wdc, its about charles' father, jules, his relationship with the team etc. Tell me if im wrong but thats just what i observed

thanks!! you're absolutely right <3 that idea is really important to me, that you can't control the people who you love and they don't belong to you. charles knows max loves his dad on his own terms and it's not up to him to get between them, but he can offer Max somewhere soft to land if he ever decides to cut his dad off. and max really just wants to see charles succeed, so if charles' dream is to win with Ferrari then Max wants that too. (and also personally I want that gjfghjgfhjgf) they don't always understand each other's actions, but they can at least do their best to understand each other's feelings, and that's a good way to make a strong supportive relationship. We hope

thanks so much for the ask, you're really kind!! <33 hope you're doing well