#the last gif is there cause it honestly looks like he's kissing the blade and lordt do i need it in my life

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Torn Apart- Final Chapter

So this is the final chapter of my little series. It's a little ambiguous, but focuses on the reader's freedom to do as they like, which is pretty much the main thing Luffy cares about. Remember, you can commission alternative endings.

Warnings: Conflicted emotions, talk of leaving family, lots of crying, missing people, conflict with Zoro.

WC: 9.6k

The next morning you woke to a gentle knock on your door. It was Sanji bringing you breakfast, as he’s done every day for the last week. 

“Mon Ange, I’m here with your breakfast!” 

You sat up with a yawn, blearily opening your eyes. You blinked at him as he set up your breakfast at the small table. 

“Mornin, Sanji” you murmured. Law’s proposition swirled back into your half-asleep thoughts and you sighed deeply. You could tell Sanji was looking at you curiously but with also a little bit of worry. 

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, pouring some coffee and juice. Law finally allowed you to have your caffeine fix when he was certain it wouldn’t cause harm to you, which was 4 days after the surgery. You shook your head honestly. 

“No, not really.” 

Sanji’s curled eyebrows drew together slightly, creasing the smooth skin. 

“Bad dreams?” 

“No, just restless” you said. It was a half-truth. You were actually restless and part of the issue was that you just felt like you’ve rested too long, but the other part was because of Law’s proposition. He brought you the steaming cup of coffee and helped you sit up with a hand between your shoulder blades. You couldn’t help but notice how warm he was, and how you didn’t feel any callouses scraping over your shirt. He was so different compared to Law and Zoro. You knew you shouldn’t compare people, but you just couldn’t help it. 

“Thanks” you murmured as you settled upright.

“It’s only natural,” he said with a smile. He handed you the coffee and fluffed the pillows supporting your back. He seemed to notice that you were distracted, but didn’t push the topic so soon after you waking up. You leaned back into the cushions and took a deep breath, smelling the rich scent of coffee, prepared just the way you liked. You stared into space as you took a few sips, letting your body wake up. Your attachment sites were stinging, but less than before when you were learning to eat. You had enough control now to use both hands to tip the large, half-filled mug to your lips. You still occasionally clacked it harshly against your lips and teeth, but it was better than not having arms. 

“Law says that I can have Chopper help give me a bath today” you said quietly. Sanji looked at you from fussing over the place setting with an inquisitive look. 

“Yeah? You must feel relieved. I still think you are just as lovely as any other day,” he said flirtatiously. You smiled a little at him. 

“Always the flirt” you teased. He smiled back, hands clasped in front of his chest. 

“Especially for you, mon Ange,” he said with a dramatic bow. You giggled, and he looked up at you with awe. You stood, and he held a hand out to help you up. You placed your cold, metal one in his, and he kissed it lightly before taking his other arm and placing it in the middle of your back. He didn’t really need to help you up, but you savored how warm his hand was in yours. You could also feel how hot the coffee mug was, clasped in your free hand. You were starting to feel more heat-like sensations, but you knew you couldn’t get burned. It was really rather strange. 

Once you were standing, he pulled out your chair like a gentleman and then sat across from you. He kept you company while you ate, eating his own breakfast with you. It almost felt… domestic. You loved it. He began chatting about various topics, but he slowly brought up the idea of you coming back to the ship. You swallowed hard. 

“Sanji… I want to ask you something,” your tone was serious and he looked at you with surprise before becoming serious as well. 

“Anything, my dear.” 

You took a deep breath and let it out, looking down at your half-finished plate. 

“What if I were to live somewhere else for a while, just while I was healing? Do you think that Luffy would allow that? Do you think I’d have to learn how to live with Zoro again? I haven’t seen him at all… and I don’t know how to go back to the crew with him there,” you said in a hushed voice. Sanji froze after your first question. You kept your eyes on his hands, resting on the table. He finally raised them and folded them under his chin. 

“Would you want to live somewhere else while you were healing?” he asked. You shrugged, and winced at the action that pulled at your surgery scars. 

“Maybe. I love you guys and I’ll miss you so much if I do, but Luffy can be chaotic. I’m scared about getting into a situation that I can’t handle because I’m not healed enough yet. I’m not strong like you, Luffy, and Zoro. I don’t heal as fast as you guys,” you answered honestly. After you finished speaking, you finally looked into Saji’s visible eye. He had a soft expression on his face, but it was unreadable. He sighed and sat back in his chair. 

“Luffy will tell you to do what you need to do. He’ll tell you to do what you want, because you’re free. If you want to live somewhere else, then do it. I’m assuming this is about Law?” he asked. You flinched at how accurate he was. 

“He invited me to stay here while I heal, but also said I could join the crew,” you said quietly. Sanji only nodded. 

“You should do what you feel is right. You’re not tied down to any of us. We love you and will miss you should you choose to stay here. I think you should talk to the crew about it. If you’re ready, talk to Zoro, and see what’s going on. He’s an idiot marimo, but he’s still a crewmember. Take your bath on the Sunny, and spend some time there. That might make your decision easier.” 

You nodded at his advice. He smiled at you. 

“But in the meantime, get your energy up by eating the rest of your breakfast” he said kindly. You smiled at him as well. 

“Thank you, Sanji” you said. He smiled at you happily. 

“I’ll do anything to see you smile like that at me,” he said softly. It was different from his usual over-the-top flirting, and was sincere. Your breath hitched and you felt your face warm as you met his gaze shyly. You didn’t answer, feeling too flustered. You ate the rest of your breakfast, much more at ease now that you had a plan for your day. 

Law came to your room soon after you finished eating. Sanji was stacking plates and was back to his old self, pining after you the same as he does Robin and Nami. Law didn’t even react to the cook, simply choosing to interrupt the blond.

“Do you want to try walking there or do you want me to teleport us to the Sunny's deck from here? I’ll have to teleport us from our deck since I don’t want you climbing anything yet” Law asked. You thought briefly. 

“I haven’t really had a chance to see your ship. I want to walk and see it!,” you say excitedly. Law only replies with a grunt, ignoring Sanji’s immediate lecture on how that was no way to treat someone of your beauty. The door opens and he walks out, looking at you expectantly. You take a few steps, excited to finally get out of your room. The hallway is mainly plated with silvery metal, and bright lights shine down. Being a submarine, you expected it to be somewhat dark and wet, but this was a pleasant surprise. 

“It’s brighter than I thought” you noticed. Law side-eyed you. He acted completely different when he was in front of Sanji. 

“The lights are ones often used in winter islands, and they provide artificial sunlight basically. It provides vitamin D and it also simulates the time if it were to be a bright, spring day. No short days and long nights” he said with a tinge of pride. You blinked up at the lights, before looking immediately away, their shape singed into your retinas for a brief second. He lead you through the bright halls, and you greeted the crew you ran into with a smile and a wave. The hallways were narrow, but not horribly so. You went up some stairs, and the exertion was catching up with you. Sanji was behind you, and you knew he was staring at your ass but you also knew he had his hands hovering behind you to catch you in case you stumbled. At the top of the stairs, you paused, breathing heavily. Law’s clinical gaze swept over your body, and placed two fingers on your neck to feel your pulse. Your stomach swooped. His brows furrowed. 

“Take a little break and get your heartrate down. Are you hurting?” he asked as he pushed up the sleeves of your short-sleeve shirt to look at your surgery sites. They were stinging in time with your heart rate, and you nodded slightly. 

“Just a little. It throbs with a sting in time with my heart rate” you answer honestly. Law checked your other surgery site, and ended up brushing Sanji out of the way. He side-stepped with an indignant huff that brought an amused smile to your lips. 

“They’re fine, but rest them once you get to the Sunny, okay? Let Chopper-ya do most, if not all, the work.” 

You nodded, breathing easier now. It was another minute before Law allowed you to walk again, and you spent it wavering between frustration at your weakened body and daydreaming about the bath on the Sunny. You heard the two men speak a little, but tuned them out. Law finally started walking again, and Sanji brought you back to reality with a hand on your arm. You smiled a little to yourself at the realization you could feel his touch. You followed after Law, and it was a short walk to the deck of the submarine. You squinted a little against the sunlight, but it wasn’t much of a difference between the light in the halls and outdoors. 

“Ready?” Law asked. You nodded, nervous and excited to be back on your ship. 

“Find your own way up, Black Leg-ya” Law said quickly. Sanji rolled his eyes, but leapt onto the ship easily. Law took the opportunity to pull you closer to him by the waist, and held out his hand, summoning his power. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and your face felt a little hot.

“Room. Shambles.” 

You had closed your eyes, figuring that it would be less vertigo-inducing to not see the transportation. Your eyes opened as soon as you felt grass beneath your feet, and you looked up excitedly. Law let you go, and you ran up to your crew as they yelled your name. You hugged everyone, even if your attachment sites ached. Some tears were shed by Frankie, Usopp and Brook when you showed them how much you’ve improved. You didn’t know exactly how Brook could shed a tear, but you didn’t think too much about it. As the crew settled down, you finally could see that the entire crew was there. Zoro was sitting quietly to the side, looking at the waves. Your heart dropped, and your adrenaline spiked. The apple you had grabbed to hand to Luffy erupted in your strong fist, and he laughed in surprise at the trick before seeing your expression. Everyone soon grew quiet, unsure whether to intervene. You began to panic at the anxious attention, and Zoro looked up with the lack of chatter, but met your gaze instead. He froze at whatever expression you had. Your breathing came faster and faster, your heart pounding. Voices were muffled and you thought you saw a blue dome expanding over your vision before your vision blurred. You thought you were fainting, but your surroundings changed and snapped back into focus. You were in the changing area outside the Sunny’s bath area. You were sitting on a bench, and Law was crouched in front of you. 

“Hey… listen to my voice. Can you hear me?” his deep voice washed over you, and your gaze snapped to him. You were still tense, and you swore you could smell blood and smoke. Law continued to speak. 

“Good. Listen. I’m going to walk you through a breathing exercise. We need to get your heart rate and blood pressure down.” 

Sudden searing, white hot pain made you jolt with a scream, and your arms felt useless. You didn’t have arms. Cold hands grabbed your face, and you blinked away tears. When did you start crying? 

“You're safe. It hurts because of your heart rate, okay? You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. I know it hurts” he said softly. You looked into his eyes, and could finally breathe enough to start hyperventilating. 

“Good. I’m going to count, and you’re going to breathe, okay? Breathe in for me- 1…2…3… and breathe out- 1…2…3… Again. I know it hurts but it’ll get better. Follow me. Breathe in- 1…2…3… and out 1…2…3… Good. One more time” he walked you through the breathing efficiently, his voice calm and soft, yet with an air of authority you couldn’t disobey. His thumb traced your eyebrows, and though it was odd at first, it brought a feeling of calm and comfort. You finally could breathe normally, and you huffed out a wet laugh. 

“I’m such an idiot” you murmur. Law shakes his head with a sigh. 

“You’re not. Did you know he would be here?” he asked softly. You shook your head. 

“I should’ve. This is where he lives. I just haven’t seen him since the night he… you know.” 

Law traces your eyebrows one more time before smoothing your hair down, then trailed his fingers to your shoulders. He didn’t say anything. 

“What’s with the eyebrows thing?” you asked. He looked at you with a soft smile. 

“It’s something that soothed me as a kid, and it even works on my crew. I don’t know why it does though” he said with a slight blush. You smiled a little. You heard a little knock on the door. Your body tensed, thinking back to when Zoro used to knock on your doorframe like that

“It’s Chopper!” the small reindeer called. You slumped in relief, and Law went to open the door. Chopper bounded up to you, giving you a hug with his arms thrown around your neck. You nuzzled his fur a little out of habit. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think Zoro would scare you like that” he babbled. You pressed a small kiss to his cheek. 

“It’s okay. I should’ve known he’d be here” you murmured. Chopper pulled back, eyes watery. 

“Do you want your bath now?” he asked. You nodded, feeling grimy and exhausted. 

“Yes, please” you whispered. Law took this as his cue to leave, clicking the door shut behind him. You looked back at Chopper, taking in his adorable look of concentration as he ran gentle hooves over your surgery sites. You flinched a little at the sensitivity, and he pulled back immediately, looking at you with wide, concerned eyes. 

“Sorry! Did that hurt?” 

You shook your head, a small smile on your face. 

“No, it’s just really sensitive,” you answered honestly. Chopper breathed a sigh of relief, and you smelled candy on his breath. You grinned at him. 

“Have you been eating too much candy again?” you asked teasingly. The poor little reindeer looked at you in shock before sheepishly smiling at you. 

“It’s just my daily limit. I’m a doctor after all” he answered with a giggle. You laughed with him. 

“Let’s get me ready for the bath. Do you mind going to fill the tub while I try to get undressed?” 

Chopper nodded, jumping off the bench and ran into the bath area to start filling the large tub with hot water. You sighed, and looked down at your shirt. Law had given you special shirts so you wouldn’t have to pull them over your head. There was a zipper down the front, much like the boiler suits that his crew wore. Earlier, you had changed from your pajama version of the shirts into a normal one while Sanji had cleaned up from breakfast in your ensuite bathroom. You were also clothed in loose fitting pants with an elastic waist. It was easy to pull down the pants off your hips, letting them pool to the ground, and you unzipped your shirt. Your underwear was the trickiest part, and often you had to have Nami or Robin help you change into new ones. You pulled your current ones down and stepped out of the pile of clothes. Your attachment sites were throbbing from all the movement of your arms after your panic attack, and there was no way you’d be able to unhook your bra. You heaved a sigh of frustration. 

“Need any help?” Chopper peeked out from the bathing area. You looked at him, a defeated look on your face. 

“Just my bra” you answered. He nodded and morphed into his human-like form so he had thumbs, and walked behind you. He struggled for a second, but then managed to unhook it with a sound of triumph. You giggled at his sound of triumph and stood, leading the way into the bathing area. You took in the familiar surroundings. A large, tiled bath sat near the window, more the size of a hot tub than a bath. There was a low shower head and a small stool to one side, so you could wash before soaking. You stood before the small stool, looking down at it cautiously, and you looked up at Chopper’s tall form. 

“I don’t think I can sit down that far without falling,” you said. Chopper hummed in thought, and then put his hands on your waist, as if to lift you. 

“Just let me lower you down then” he said. You looked back at him, and he nodded once with an air of confidence. You slowly began to sit, and your legs suddenly gave out, but Chopper’s hands kept you from falling. He sat you down on the stool. 

“There. Easy!” 

You looked cautiously at the showerhead. 

“And you're absolutely sure I can get these arms wet?” You asked, looking down at your intricate metal arms. 

“Absolutely. I had Franky test it more than he said he needed to, so I’m absolutely sure you can get them wet. You can go for a swim with them with no issue too!” Chopper assured you. You looked up at him, and watched as he sat on a spare stool behind you. He reached over to remove the showerhead from its place on the wall and turned on the water. 

“How hot do you usually like your showers?” He sprayed the water on your foot, and you hummed at the warm water. 

“A little warmer” you answered. Chopper adjusted the hot water and you let out a pleasured sigh as it reached the perfect temperature. He brought the shower head towards him and let the hot water run over your back, and you moaned at how good it felt. Chopper giggled. 

“I bet you feel really dirty after not having a shower for so long.” 

“I do. This feels amazing.” 

You let Chopper wash your back, front, and legs before you took care of your intimate areas yourself while he turned around for your privacy. Once you finished, you let him wash your hair. His hands were big in this form, but he was still gentle with them as he scrubbed your scalp and gently untangled your hair. You sighed in pleasure at the relaxing feeling of him washing your hair, and at the warm water cascading down your back again as he rinsed the shampoo and conditioner out. He turned off the water and helped lift you up so you were standing. He chatted mindlessly about what had been happening on the ship while you were recovering, and it tugged painfully at your heart. He helped keep you balanced as you stepped in the tub, but noticed your expression. 

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” he asked, his eyes scanning your arms. You shook your head with a wobbly smile, and sat in the water. Chopper returned to his usual small form and looked up at you. He looked so different without his hat, sitting on the side of the tub. 

“I miss you guys, but it’s so hard to come back. I don’t know if I can stay,” you whispered. Chopper’s eyes immediately filled with tears. 

“If you miss us, then come back. We love you! You’re part of our family!” 

You shook your head, chest clenching in guilt at his plea.

“It’s complicated, Chopper.” 

He looked at you, tears dripping down his face. 

“Why? It doesn’t have to be!” his voice rose a little with his emotions. Your throat burned as you swallowed down your own tears. 

“I love you guys so much, but I need to heal. I need to heal from Zoro and the accident. I can’t look at him without remembering what happened. I can’t be in a situation that I can’t handle because of Luffy’s recklessness. I don’t want to- can’t be- a burden. I’m still your family, Chopper. I’ll still see you. I just need to talk to the rest of the crew about it. I need to heal, and… maybe leave the Strawhats so I can start a new chapter of my life,” you spoke with a wavering voice, tears springing to your eyes as you tried to explain. Chopper looked distraught. 

“But… you can heal here! I can take good care of you, and Franky will be here too so he can fix your arms, and with Luffy, Nami, Sanji, Robin, Usopp, and Brook, we’ll take care of you! Please stay? Maybe you can be friends with Zoro again!” he started sobbing as he spoke, and your wall holding back tears crumbled. Hot streaks rolled down your face, and you put your hands on Chopper’s cheeks. 

“I know. I know you’d take care of me, that you all would. I want to come back, but I just can’t bring myself to do it when Zoro was so… you know. And honestly I have something going on with Sanji, which is a terrible idea. I want to see Luffy grow and become the King of the Pirates, but I don’t feel like I can belong to this crew the same way anymore. I love you guys. So much…” you trailed off as your sob took your breath away. You continued after a few seconds, “I need this for myself, because it’s my life. I don’t want to become strangers, but I can’t come back here. I can’t bring myself to, not when the Heart Pirates have accepted me and made me feel like one of them so quickly-” you broke off with another sob, and dragged Chopper’s shaking form to your own shuddering chest. 

“Please forgive me, but I can’t come back. Not yet. I’ll still see you guys, and call and write though!” you promised, throat burning as you murmured into Chopper’s ear. He pulled back to look up at you with big, watery eyes and sniffed. 

“I think… I understand, but I’m still sad. I don’t want you to leave, because I’ll miss you. I know for you to be happier in the long run, you need to leave, but…” he hiccupped and sobbed before continuing, “I just love you lots!” His little face nestled into your neck, and his breath tickled over your neck as he cried.

“I’ll call often, and write and send pictures, okay? The Heart Pirates is a better place for me during this time in my life, and Law is a kind person” you rambled a little. Little hooves wrapped around your neck and you felt his tears drip onto your shoulder. You held him against your chest, feeling his back shudder as he cried quietly. You held him until you both stopped crying, lingering sniffles echoing through the bath, and wet cheeks pressed against each other. 

A soft knock at the door to the bath startled you both, but you heard Nami’s voice calling to you. 

“Can I come in?” She sounded like she was crying, and your heart clenched in guilt. 

“Y-yeah” 

The door opened, and she stood with tears in her eyes, looking at you pleadingly. 

“I heard everything,” she admitted. You let your body sink in defeat, and you looked down at the water guiltily. 

“I’m sorry” you whispered. Swirling emotions choked your throat. Nami shook her head with a wobbly smile on her face. 

“I get it. We’ll miss you, and you’ll always be a part of this crew, but… we’ll be heartbroken to see you go, even if it’s what you need to do for now” she answered in a wavering voice. She grabbed your towel and held it out. 

“Here. You guys have been here for a while. Sanji made lunch” she said. You stood, and looked at Chopper. He looked back at you with sad eyes before realizing your silent ask for help. He transformed into his human-like form, and held your waist to keep you balanced as you stepped out of the tub. You walked towards Nami, who wrapped the towel around you. Once you were covered, she hugged you tightly. 

“You need to tell the rest of the crew, and talk to Zoro. I think he’s finally come to his senses,” she whispered. You nodded against her shoulder. With two helpers, getting dressed was much easier, and you exited the changing area quickly. Law was leaning against the wall casually, looking up from a textbook he had borrowed from the library. 

“Did the water hurt your surgery sites at all?” he asked casually. You shook your head, and he grunted in approval. 

“Good. It shouldn’t have but I wanted to make sure,” he answered. You smiled a little at his rough exterior that hid his soft, caring side. He held his hand out to activate his powers, a blue glowing dome enveloping all of you. 

“Ready to go down?” he asked. You took a deep breath, eyes closed to calm yourself. You almost nodded before your eyes flashed open in worry. 

“Is he down there?” you asked. Nami and Law traded a look, but they both nodded. 

“He is, but you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” Nami said, rubbing her hand up and down your back soothingly. You nodded once, and took another deep breath to calm yourself.

“Okay.” 

Law looked at you for one final confirmation, and with your nod, shifted his hand to teleport all of you down to the deck. You blinked and squinted in the bright sunlight, almost flinching at Luffy and Usopp’s screeching as they argued playfully with each other about something. Luffy’s voice called out your name, and you felt the vibrations on the deck of someone running towards you. You finally regained your vision right as he skidded to a stop in front of you, wrapping his arms with extreme care around your middle. His tongue was poking out slightly with concentration at controlling his monstrous strength on your recovering body. You could only laugh at him, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly to you. He let out a squawk when your arms accidentally tightened too much around him, and you loosened your grip a little. 

“Hey Luffy,” you said, smiling. He grinned at you, and it filled you with warmth that made your heart clench painfully. Your smile wobbled. He looked at you as his smile faded a little. 

“Oi, why are ya crying?” he asked with a giggle. You glanced at Nami, who bit her lip to try to stop her own tears. The rest of the crew, except the swordsman, had gathered around you, and you looked at the rest of them, meeting their eyes before looking back at Luffy. 

“I… I think I might go… temporarily at least.” 

You could feel the way everybody’s heart dropped at your declaration, even though Sanji, Chopper, and Nami all knew before. Luffy withdrew his arms from around you and stepped back to look at you properly. 

“Go where?” he asked gently. You clenched your new hands into fists, and bit your bottom lip. You could feel tears forming, but didn’t want to let them fall. 

“With Tra-o” you said simply. Luffy glanced at Law, who was standing away from the conversation, looking at the sea. 

“Tra-o!” Luffy called. Law looked back, for once not looking pissed off at your captain, and walked towards the group. You looked back at your crewmates, all fighting back tears. Robin’s beautiful blue eyes were wet, but her small smile said that she understood. Sanji was lighting a cigarette, a tear sliding down his cheek. Usopp and Franky both looked shocked and devastated, and it hurt to meet their eyes. You could hardly tell what Brook was thinking, but from his body language, he seemed devastated as well. You heard Law stop beside you. 

“Mugiwara-ya” he answered. Luffy stared at him, a strange aura of menacing, protectiveness, and resignation emanating from him. 

“Did you offer?” 

Law nodded. 

“I offered for them to join my crew to heal fully, and left it up to them whether they wanted to join permanently or go back to you.” 

Luffy nodded once, arms crossed over his chest. He stood still a moment, before sighing, and looking at you with a grin. 

“You’re free to do what you want. You always are. You’ll always be part of our crew, and will be welcome back anytime, for any reason. You’re family, but you’re free.” 

He stepped forward and put one hand on the back of your neck, and lightly bonked his forehead to yours. You suddenly remembered him doing the same action before, with the whisper “This is how we promise now, okay? You and me. No hands or arms necessary.” Your chin wobbled at the action, and you nodded. 

“I love you guys in a way I can’t put into words. I can’t tell the future, so maybe someday I’ll be back-” you choked off the end of your sentence with a sob, and let your arms hold Luffy close to you. The rest of the crew surged forward in a hug, everyone careful about your arms. Tears and snot dripped, and wails from almost everyone echoed on the ship. It took you a few seconds, but you realized that the wriggling form next to you was Law, who had gotten caught up in the hug unexpectedly. You laughed wetly at his scowl and his demands to be let go. 

“I’ll call and write and send pictures, okay? I just need to do this for myself. I love you all though-” A sob broke off your sentence again, and a fresh round of tears appeared on everybody’s faces. It lasted like that for a few more minutes, and Law had finally given up on having tears and snot wiped on his clothes from your crew. 

A deep, uncomfortable cough broke you out of your haze, and the crew parted to reveal a defeated-looking Zoro. He sat on the grass, slouched over and looked at the group guiltily. You swallowed hard, looking at him. Franky grabbed your hand in assurance, and you glanced up at him gratefully. 

“I’m… I’m sorry” he said. His steely gaze seemed cracked from guilt and despair, and he met your eyes steadily. Your grip tightened around Franky’s hand, and you were glad it was his, because your grip may have broken bones. You swallowed hard. 

“For what?” You asked quietly. He looked surprised, and glanced at the rest of the crew. They filtered off to the other side of the deck, giving you all space, but still watching closely. Law took the moment to escape and shed his now-dirty coat, but watched your interaction with Zoro intensely. Franky stayed by your side, holding your hand. Zoro took a few steps forward, and it took all you had not to back away. 

“For everything. For not listening to you when you said we should run, for being weak enough to be unconscious when you needed me, for…” he trailed off, shutting his eyes and running a hand through his hair, as if the next words were poison on his tongue, but he looked back into your eyes and continued with an unwavering voice, “for abusing you when you needed me the most. For leaving you alone when you were going through the hardest time in your life. I’m so sorry. I’m glad that Luffy, the Cook, and Franky stopped me. I keep wanting to give you excuses, like I was also hurting, that I felt weak and angry at myself and I took that out on you, but honestly, I don’t have an excuse. I was upset, traumatized, but I should’ve worked through that with you, together. I’m a better man because of you, and I tossed you aside,” he stopped talking, finally looking down at the ground. You watched him closely. Emotions swirled in your heart and mind. You were angry that he was apologizing, and that he did what he did in the first place. You felt guilty that you didn’t see he was suffering, even though you had every right to not feel guilty. You felt relieved that he hadn’t changed for the worse forever, and also sad that he was even capable of the actions. You shook your head and sighed. You were shaking, and you gripped Franky’s hand a little harder. He looked down at you, making sure you were alright. You didn’t look back at him, instead focused on replying to Zoro. 

“I can’t lie and say that I’m not leaving because of you. Mostly, I am. I don’t think I can be around you without sacrificing my happiness, which is the last thing anybody here wants. I don’t-” Your answer was cut off by Zoro’s interruption. 

“Shhh. You don’t have to forgive me, but if you do, let me know. Please.” 

Your anger flared white-hot at the shushing and interruption. You let go of Franky’s hand, and took a step forward, fists balled so tightly your surgery sites throbbed.

“You don’t get to shush me. You don’t get to interrupt me, and you don’t ever get to tell me what to do, especially when it comes to me forgiving you!  You still have a long way to go, Roronoa Zoro. I am free to do whatever I want. I’m leaving this crew to go to the Heart Pirates, and I will miss everyone except you. I’m not something to be won, and I’m not a goal to reach. Now, please, if you wouldn’t mind, can I have just one lunch with the rest of the crew?” angry tears spilled down your cheeks, making you more pissed off. You saw hurt in Zoro’s eyes, a depth of aching and hurt that reflected your own that one fateful night. He looked down at the ground, crossing his arms over his chest. You were breathing heavily, and guilt clanged with sharpened edges around your heart, even though you knew you had every right to say those words. You looked down at the ground as well, using your shoulders to wipe away your tears. From the edges of your vision, you saw his boots turn as he walked away. You turned back to Franky, looking up at him, eyes full of regret and questioning. 

“Franky…” you whispered. He only held his arms out and you ran into his body, desperate to feel safe again. He held you to his chest tightly. Your body was shaking, and your breathing was erratic, but with his comforting presence, your breathing exercises began to come to you naturally. It took a few minutes, but your breathing calmed and your shaking sputtered to nothing. 

“There ya go, sis. Good job. You did so well talking to him. You did everything right. I promise,” he soothed you gently, quietly. You were glad for his rumbling voice that pushed aside your fears and hesitation. You finally pulled back enough to look up at him. 

“...was I too hard on him?” 

Franky looked at you softly, and smoothed your hair. 

“Unfortunately, that’s not for me to decide. If it were though, I’d say that you weren’t. He’ll be upset for a while, yes, but that’s because of his own mistake. He’ll grow from it slowly,” he said gently. You let out a deep sigh. 

“Why did I have to be the lesson?” you mumble softly. Franky sighed as well. 

“People say that bad things happen for a reason, that it’s for you to get stronger or learn something. Me though… I think bad things just happen. I think they happen and it’s up to you to decide what to do. You can fall into the bad, or you can rise above it. You’ve risen above it,” he said. You finally pulled back, holding both of his hands in yours. You give him a wobbly smile. 

“Only because of you guys though.” 

Franky shakes his head. 

“Well, we helped ya, sis, but you’re the one who fought. We just gave you support.” 

You can’t help but laugh a little at his words. 

“...thank you” you whisper. He smiles broadly at you, then looks over to the picnic blanket set up on the lawn. 

“C’mon. Let’s getcha fed, okay?” 

You nod, and hold his hand as he leads you to the blanket, sitting down. Nami, Sanji, Robin, Brook, and Usopp join you, and you look around for your captain. He’s standing on the Sunny’s lionhead, looking out towards the sea. A jolt of guilt washes through you. What was he going through? Zoro is his first mate and best friend, but he loves everyone on his crew. Having a fallout on his crew must be tough. You sigh, and look at Sanji. 

“How’s Luffy doing with all of… this?” you wave your hand uselessly at yourself and the general direction Zoro had taken off, towards the Crows Nest. Sanji hands you a plate and looks at you, surprised. 

“Luffy… is leaving it up to the two of you. He loves you both dearly, but understands how serious this is. He understands that Zoro messed up and hurt you, but also knows that it’s his burden to deal with,” Sanji puffed on his cigarette, loading another plate with amazing food and handing it to Nami. Nami nodded at his words. 

“Sanji-kun is right. Luffy understands,” she said carefully. You nod, and look back towards the masthead but don’t see your captain anymore. Your hands suddenly feel lighter as the plate is snatched out of your metal grip and Luffy’s cheerful laughter rings above you. 

“Gotcha!” he crows loudly beside you. You jump a little and look at him in shock, clearly seeing the moment Sanji’s foot connected with the captain, sending him sprawling back. Your plate was delivered to your hands again, not a single piece out of place. You couldn’t help but laugh at the usual antics of the crew, silencing Sanji’s yells at the rubber boy, who sat sheepishly on the grass. Nami, Robin, and Usopp joined in your laughter, the others following quickly. You heard everyone laughing except… Chopper. You look around for him, and finally catch his little form crawling down from the Crows Nest. Your smile dimmed from a grin to one that was softer as you connected the dots in your mind. Chopper went to check on the swordsman, and probably brought him some food as well. Your heart ached at the thought, but you were glad that he would still be treated normally by the rest of the crew. 

You began to eat, but at the first bite of the heavenly food, tears pooled in your eyes. It tasted like home. Luffy was the first to notice you crying, and immediately began yelling at Sanji for cooking you bad food. Sanji began wailing and apologizing to you, creating a fuss that was only stopped when Nami whacked them both upside the head with a merciless fist. 

“Both of you! Stop it!” she barked. Both Luffy and Sanji turned to her, pouting for two very different reasons.

“You’d be crying too if it was your last lunch with everyone for the foreseeable future, okay? Now both of you shut up and eat!” She sat back down with an air of finality, and the two men looked at each other and then looked at you, understanding on their faces. 

“So… your food tastes good?” Luffy asked. You laughed and nodded. 

“Amazing, as always.” 

Sanji looked to be immensely relieved, and Luffy turned to the cook with a bright grin. 

“My bad!” he exclaimed before inhaling an entire cut of meat. Sanji loaded his plate with another portion as an acceptance of his apology, and you smiled at the interaction, your lip wobbling a little. Someone shifted on your other side, and you turned to look. Robin smiled back at you, a cup of steaming tea in her hands. It smelled flowery, like lavender and roses. 

“You can still stay, you know,” she said quietly. You bit your lip and looked down at your food, tears finally falling down your cheeks. You shook your head. 

“I… don’t think I can. Not right now,” you said, tears thickening your voice. She put a hand on your shoulder, and that spoke volumes. 

“I understand, and we’ll miss you, but we want your happiness and safety over anything. Tra-o is a great man, and you’ll find who you’re growing to be with him. But, you’ll always have a home here. You’re our family,” she said softly. The rest of the crew was quiet, having heard her words. You looked at each of them fully. Robin gave you a smile, and tightened her hand on your shoulder. Franky gave you a grin, somehow managed to do his signature ‘Super’ pose while sitting, clashing his forearms together above his head. Usopp gave you a thumbs up with a grin and a confident chuckle, and Brook whipped out a violin and began playing for you. Chopper had joined and heard everything, giving you a confident smile that made his eyes sparkle. Nami’s eyes were watering, but she looked at you with a kind smile. Sanji lit his cigarette, and looked at you softly, a smile on his lips. Luffy grinned at you, and wrapped his arm around you a few times, holding you tightly to his side. His other hand took off his hat and plopped it on your head, tilted over your eyes to hide your falling tears. You let your wet face fall against Luffy’s neck, sniffling. 

“I’ll miss Zoro. I know I said I wouldn’t, but I will. I love and will miss all of you. I promise,” You pulled back enough to tap your forehead gently against his, your special way of promising. His bright laughter was all you could hear for a second, before he spoke. 

“I know. We all do. We’ll miss you too, but for now… let’s party!” He announced. You couldn’t help but smile. Brook began playing an upbeat song, and Nami dragged you up to dance with Chopper and Robin. Franky joined in, and Sanji disappeared into the kitchen, bringing back drinks for everyone. 

All of you partied until sunset, when Sanji brought out dinner. Law had mostly stayed out of the way, but was dragged into festivities by Luffy, who said he was being a wimp for not enjoying the celebration of the new addition to his crew. Their argument devolved into something that led to the Heart Pirate crew joining the festivities on the Sunny, much to Law’s chagrin about them being exposed to “Straw Hat idiocy”. Luffy declared he “won”, which led into them bickering, until Luffy laughed freely and called Law and his crew “honorary Straw Hats”, which both crews cheered at, leaving Law to pout and brood in a corner with some beer. You giggled and approached your new captain, your surgery sites aching from drinking and eating so much. You sat next to him, and he spared you a glance before muttering under his breath. 

“Honorary Straw Hats my ass. Then the Straw Hats should all be honorary Heart Pirates.” 

You couldn't help but snicker at his annoyance. 

“With your desire to keep the Straw Hat’s off your ship, it might be better not to go there” you say with a smirk. Law rolls his eyes. 

“Why did I ever have to meet him,” he groaned, gesturing to Luffy. You looked at your captain- previous captain?- and smiled at him, watching as he was somehow managing to shovel food in his mouth while also dancing around the fire, ignoring Sanji yelling at him that it would make him sick. You giggled at the sight. 

“That means you're blessed by fate, I guess,” you answer with a chuckle. Law looked at you, face unreadable. He grunted finally, and glanced down at your arms. 

“You’ve been moving around a lot today, and eating and drinking more. How are your arms?” 

You looked down at the surgery sites with a grimace. 

“They don’t feel great, that’s for sure. They’re throbbing and stinging,” you answer honestly. Law’s brows knit together briefly, and he exhaled sharply. 

“Okay. It’s to be expected but just give me a second,” he said as he stood. A blue dome appeared, expanding quickly, and Law disappeared with a flick of his hand. He appeared a few moments later, and the blue dome disappeared. He sat next to you, shifting through the first aid kit he brought back with him. 

“This is your arm first aid kit. I made it for you with the help of Chopper and Franky. Hmmm… where did I put it?” 

Your breath caught with gratefulness, and your eyes flicked between Law’s face and the box a few times before he pulled something out of it. He looked at you briefly before doing a double take, annoyed concern on his face. 

“What the hell is that look? Why do you have the same look as Bepo? Stop being cute!” 

You leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to give him a hug even though your arms were in too much pain. He grunted and tried to gently push you off, but you pushed against his hand, keeping yourself glued to his shoulder. He huffed a sigh of annoyance. 

“Get off me. I need to look at the attachment sites. And here, take these.” 

He held two pills in his fingers, and you recognized them as regular pain medicine that reduced inflammation. You sat up properly and held open your mouth, and Law dropped them onto your waiting tongue and held up your glass immediately to help you take a sip. It was a familiar routine by this point, when he would feed you medicine when you couldn’t lift your arms yet. You took a sip of your drink and swallowed the pills easily, and he put your drink down between you. He plucked another package out of the box and you looked at it curiously. He answered your silent question. 

“It’s a sort of wipe that will ease the stinging. At least I designed the solution the cloth was soaked in to do that, but we’ll see if it works,” he said factually. He said it so casually that it took you a second to register his words, but by the time you did, he was already wiping the tiny piece of cloth over your skin. You yelped and shut your eyes tightly, waiting for something to happen. 

“What the hell are you doing? It’s not going to hurt you” Law said with an amused lilt to his voice. You opened one eye cautiously, staring down at your surgery site. The stinging was slowly starting to ebb, and he finished wiping down the circumference of your arm. 

“You can’t just experiment on me!” you whined. Law snorted and then smirked. 

“I didn’t. I used the same solution when my tattoos were freshly done and I got into a fight. It stung like a bitch. I thought it would help you as well,” he explained. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. 

“You’re lucky it worked,” you pouted. Law raised a single brow. 

“Do you seriously think Chopper-ya would allow me to put something in your first aid kit that he hadn’t tried himself?” 

You paused. 

“No, because I didn’t have time to think” you shot back. Law snorted and shook his head. 

“Let me do the other arm,” he stood and moved to the other side, quickly swiping the cloth over your other attachment site. You blinked down at your arm. The stinging was subsiding from both arms. Not completely, but it was definitely better than before. You looked up at him, smiling. 

“Thanks, captain” you said cheekily. Law blushed slightly and hid his face under the brim of his hat. 

“...you’re welcome,” he murmured. 

You leaned back against the side of the boat and looked up at the stars. 

“How often do you get to see the stars on your ship?” 

Law grunted quietly. 

“It depends on the weather, but I surface and let the crew out as much as I can,” he says quietly. You nodded. 

“Thank you… for offering,” you mumble. You felt Law’s golden eyes on you, and after a moment, you finally met his gaze. You couldn’t decipher the emotion that was shining brightly in his eyes. 

“You’re free to do as you wish. You’re free to follow your heart, and that can take you to surprising places. I’m almost jealous that you’re free to do that, because I don’t feel like I can trust my heart to take me to good places,” he said softly. You blinked in surprise, but said nothing. Law sighed, then stood. He offered you a hand as he stood above you to help you up. The orange from the fire was gorgeous on his black hair, and it highlighted the definition of his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. You let a small smile curl your lips. 

“I’m scared, but I trust you,” you said after a moment. Law smirked at you. Your hand rose to grasp his, but you both knew the casual gesture was a promise. A promise of trust in each other and in the future to bring good to you. You stood, and he pushed you gently in the direction of the party. 

“Go. I’ll be here. Come back if you hurt,” he murmured. You cast a smile over your shoulder and went to join the party, letting various people (and animals) from both crews hug you and fold you into the celebration. 

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2 Months Later: 

You let the salty breeze trail incandescent fingers along your skin and through your hair, and you breathed in the scent of fresh air. It had been about a week since the sub had been able to surface, and you were desperate for the breeze. Footsteps thumped on the deck behind you, approaching your form. 

“How are your arms?” he asked boredly. You snorted. 

“Do you really have to ask multiple times a day, every day?” You turned to meet him, his golden eyes matching his double earrings, glinting in the sun. He frowned. 

“I’m a doctor,” he said as if that were an answer. You giggled. He pouted. 

“Captain, you know that's not an answer. You can just admit that you have a crush on me~” you teased slyly. Law’s cheeks darken with a blush that he tried to hide under the brim of his hat. 

“Shut up and get back to work. Bepo is over there shedding again, and I want the deck clean,” he ordered. You laughed. 

“Yes sir!” you saluted him mockingly and picked up the broom again. You let your mind wander over the last few months, recalling how you’ve healed. Physically, you would still get twinges and pulls when you moved the wrong way or when you worked too hard. Some days when there were storms, your surgery sites ached, and some days the phantom limb pain hurt like a bitch. Through it all though was Law. He was a steady rock that gave you answers and honesty when you needed them the most, and comfort that was only for your eyes and ears. Your PTSD from the accident hadn’t gotten much better, but Law told you that it could take even years for you to fully recover, if you do at all. He held you through your panic attacks, opening his door to you without question in the middle of the night when you were shaking and crying. Sometimes, Bepo was there too and the three of you would cuddle together, finding solace in sleep. When someone raised their voice even slightly at you, you still reacted. You started shaking and stuttering, fighting back tears, even as they lowered their voice and talked to you soothingly to provide a distraction for your adrenaline-driven mind. 

Law was basically a casual boyfriend. He refused to commit to anything deeper than cuddles, kisses, and soft words until he knew that he wasn’t a rebound or someone that you bonded with through trauma. You respected his decision, and was happy with the current relationship the two of you had. He was always busy anyways, and you were busy trying to heal. You kept sweeping the deck, flinching when your arm twinged the wrong way. You looked down at your metal arms with a frown. You didn’t wear your sleeves today, deciding to allow the sun on your scars. You could feel echoes of touch, like if you were wearing a pair of thin gloves on your hands. The crew had learned the upkeep of your arms quickly, and were pros at fixing anything that went wrong with them. You paused and wiped the sweat off your cheek with your shoulder. Your eyes landed on the resident polar bear peering through binoculars, focused on one particular spot.

“Hey Bepo, whatcha lookin at?” 

“Sorry, I just saw something in the distance. I think it looks familiar… sorry I can’t see it clearly yet,” he said, bowing as he apologized. You frowned a little, then took the binoculars from him. Your eyes focused on the dot on the horizon, and a wide smile cracked your face. 

“Go tell the captain- the Strawhats are going to visit!” 

Bepo ran off and you giggled a little with excitement. You suddenly saw a small figure shoot off of the ship, and you laughed with delight. You heard one of your favorite voices whooping with joy. You jumped in place and waved your arms, guiding Luffy to the right spot of the ship. 

“Luffy! I’ve miss- OOF!” your greeting was cut off as he slammed into you, sending the both of you tumbling to the deck. The wind was knocked out of you, but Luffy laughed loudly. 

“I’ve missed you! Have you been having good food? Do you have adventures? Have you eaten good meat on the adventures?!” Luffy questioned you rapid-fire, and once you got your breath back you pushed him off you. 

“One thing at a time, Luffy. Law is going to yell at you for boarding his ship without permission,” you warned with a giggle. Luffy grinned with a chuckle. 

“Yep, but I get to see you. Everyone else is coming on the ship, and then we can have lunch and dinner together, okay?” he said excitedly. You nod with a laugh. 

“Of course!” 

“Oh are you coming back yet?” he asked with wide eyes. A jolt of fear and guilt went through you, clenching your heart.

“N-no. I’m not healed enough yet,�� you murmur. Luffy nods, then is suddenly gone, a piece of Bepo’s fur floating down where he sat. 

“MUGIWARA-YA!” you heard Law yell. You looked over, and he was holding Luffy over the railing of the ship by his shirt. Luffy only laughed. 

“Hey, Tra-o! Let’s have lunch and dinner all together, yeah?” Law snarled and was about to drop Luffy into the ocean but you called out. 

“I’m not leaving yet, I just miss them!” 

Law looked at you with what you knew to be a pout, but to anyone else looked like a glower. He tossed Luffy back onto the deck, who sprawled next to you easily. 

“So… Tra-o, huh?” he said in a whisper. You blink at him, shocked that he actually picked up on the relationship between you and the surgeon. 

“Not yet, but maybe,” you whisper back. Luffy frowns a little. 

“Hm. Well eventually I hope you’ll come back when you’re ready. We can even have Tra-o on our crew if you want to stay together. I’m still the captain though,” he said firmly. You snorted and then giggled. 

“You’re going to be King of the Pirates, Luffy. Of course you’ll still be the captain.” 

Luffy grinned and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, then lowered his face so his forehead bonked against yours. It hurt a little, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“I’ve missed you."

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Pairing: Astarion x OC (lynn, changeling.)

AN: yes again, im queueing up all i wrote lately so i wont chicken out from posting it, my therapist will like this a lot.

Genre: fluff, angst, a bit of confort?

Warning: self-harming behaviour, blood, honestly don't ask me what this is cause it was called 'welp i hate myself' and it was a 4 am blurb, healing? idk yet

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His fangs grazed ever so slightly against Lynn’s supple neck, tracing his adam’s apple, the throbbing vein on his throat, the last spot where his fangs last bit, the smell of his blood and tangerines was driving him insane.

Lynn felt light already, and he blamed the feeling of Astarion’s cold skin burning against his, or maybe their legs intertwined so close, or the way Lynn pressed his lips to his neck with sloppy, breathy kisses that send his body in frenzy.

It was nothing more than holding each other and worshiping desperately every inch of their chest, they said.

Astarion would occasionally stop, giving Lynn time to regain his breath and stealing a moment to admire his blissed face.

There was nothing more breathtaking than his messy hair and his half closed eyes while Astarion’s blouse loosely draped his shoulder, barely staying place. A sight to keep forever.

Lynn could say the same about Astarion as his curls messily fell all over the place, his crimson eyes dilated and his mouth agape yet in a tender smile.

In those moments time stopped, the only sound was their labored breath and the quick shift of the blankets as Astarion would take the chance to lay on top of Lynn, resting his ear on the changeling’s chest to get lulled by his hearbeat.

They had yet to tell each other how deep they were in this, but in that moment words were not needed.

Astarion didn’t need any other proof as Lynn’s chest leaped everytime the vampire would turn to leave a fleeting kiss on his sternum.

He didn’t need words, or rings. All he truly needed was the warmth radiating to him, the changeling’s arms wrapped around his middle, his body shielding him from his fears.

At night when he couldn’t endure his rest, Lynn would skip his only to hold the elf.

When Astarion would get injured, Lynn would sit at his bedside, taking care of his wounds.

When Astarion felt helpless, Lynn was kneeling next to him, offering his arms and to pick up the pieces.

Lynn that promised he would be safe, did his very best to keep his promise.

Lynn who had freed him

Lynn who had healed him.

Lynn who struggled and hid it everytime.

Astarion hated just that small detail of his, the way he’d run away to hide when he was hurt.The way he’d help everyone, but when he needed help, he felt like he couldn’t ask for it.

Lynn that hurt himself rather than being seen.

And Astarion hated it.

He hated seeing him crouched in the dirt, sobbing and swearing while he had to hide behind a stupid tree.

But he never hated anything more than the sight of his dagger sinking right above his eyes, retracing an old ragged scar.

Astarion couldn’t bear to let him go on with it, to see the crimson of his blood flow down his cheek as Lynn didn’t make a sound. How often had he done this? How often had he traced that scar to ignore the pain.

Astarion didn’t waste any second from the moment he realized what was going on, he rushed to his side, taking the blade and dropping it away.

Lynn didn’t talk, didn’t look at him, didn’t do anything more than breathe and let himself fall to the side, lucky that Astarion caught him instead.

He didn’t deny, he didn’t agree, he just stared almost lifelessly in front of him as he was to tired.

Astarion didn’t know whether to scold him for being so dumb, or cry, or maybe remind him he was loved, he had someone to rely on, he didn’t have to hurt himself anymore to feel something, because Astarion would have made sure he felt always something.

Yet no word sounded appropriate.

Astarion just held him, gently tugging him in his lap, letting his head rest on his shoulder, not caring whether he would be covered in blood or not.

They just rested like that, Lynn’s fingers finally gripped on the elf’s shirt as it dawned on him- whether for the shame or for all those feeling hidden away.

And astarion just let him. He let him sob, he let him scream, he let him shiver in his arms as Astarion tried to shield him from everything, from everyone that could hurt him.

They don’t know how long they stayed away from camp, how long they had both cried, or how long they still needed, but as the sun rose and Lynn was still shaking, Astarion swore in front of the sunrise that he’d learn. He’d learn for himself, but mostly he’d learn for Lynn.

They didn’t return to camp until the following night, everyone tried to take a peak and understand what went on, but Astarion simply held him to his chest, hiding his face as he had asked, keeping him shielded just for a few more hours.

Astarion quickly dismissed Lynn’s clothes, the white blouse was probably unusable as the blood stain was dry and crusted, and then he tucked him under the warmth of the sheets.

Lynn that never asked for help, was allowing astarion to see him so broken, he was allowing him to mend his wound, he was allowing him to pick up the broken pieces, cause at last he couldn’t fight anymore.

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Bloody Good Fun (Billy Loomis x reader)

Kinkmas Day 4: knife kink + blood play

A/N: here's day four 🔪 (I'm really hoping y'all appreciate the title's word play lolol)

Warnings: SMUT, gender neutral reader, mention of a safeword being established beforehand (it's never used), some consumption of reader's blood by Billy (because he's gross), bottom reader, top Billy, reader's a tease, Billy accidentally finishes early

"You'll be careful, right?"

Billy looked up at you from his position at the foot of the bed, giving his knife collection a good once over while deciding which one he was going to use for that night's fun.

"Of course. I won't purposely knick any arteries, if that's what you're asking," he said playfully.

"Billy, I'm serious." You brought your knees up to your chest, your arms going to wrap around your legs. "I don't want to end up getting hurt or anything like that."

"If you didn't want to get hurt, you wouldn't have asked me for this." He finally chose a knife, running his finger along the blade as he admired it.

"You know what I mean."

Upon hearing the apprehension in your voice, he dropped the knife and made his way over to you. "Hey. Look at me," he gently commanded, placing his finger under your chin.

You tilted your head up at him, and saw that any playfulness that was once in his eyes were now gone, replaced instead with genuine concern.

"It at any time you want to stop, just let me know, and we will. Okay? We have a safeword for a reason. I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, I promise."

You nodded your head to show you understood, feeling safer already. As much as you loved Billy, and trusted him, you'd seen first hand how terrifyingly cold and heartless his gaze could become at the snap of a finger. His promise to put your safety above his own pleasure meant a lot coming from him, and you both knew it.

"Okay. I trust you," you told him.

"Good," he said, picking the knife back up again and loosely holding it against your throat.

Your eyes widened, not in fear, but in lust.

Chuckling at your reaction, Billy decided to test the waters by taking it a step further.

You felt as the cold blade of the knife traveled down your neck to your collarbone, giving it the slightest nick. The gasp you let out brought a smile to his face as he admired the crimson color on your otherwise untarnished skin.

He brought the knife up to his lips, swiping his tongue along the now slightly bloody blade. "Mmh. Better than corn syrup, for sure."

Any other situation you would have let out a small giggle, but now just didn't seem the time for it.

He pulled you in for a kiss while continuing to trail the knife along your upper chest. You could just barely hear him unbuckle his belt over your own heartbeat, which was full of adrenaline.

Your pants had been long gone before he even brought the knives out, and you'd been prepped beforehand, so he had no trouble pushing in (he still went slowly, just in case).

You gasped at the sensation of feeling him enter you, knowing his slow pace wouldn't last long. And you were right.

He smirked at the many noises you made, some of them from him and some of them caused by the knife. He made a few more cuts along your collarbone, not deep enough to cause any damage but still enough to draw blood.

Even though he'd only just started, you could tell he was already close by the way he set the knife to the side and his hands gripped the headboard.

"Close already?" You teased, to which he growled in return.

"Shut up," he hissed, right before cumming only moments later.

He glared at you while you smirked back, watching as he clean off his knife with a rag.

"That was fun, but next time try not to finish before you've even started."

The end feel a tad bit anticlimactic but I was honestly too tired to add any more

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty Five: He's like whiskey, she's like champange

^^ Duncan next chapter-

I’d like to apologize, I’ve been absent cause my friend was evicted and needed a place to stay and I was busy trying to help her out. Here’s a new chapter!

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(Are you excited? This is the episode you get voted off! But it’s okay because I’ll do a ‘you both coming home’ chapter ‘spoiler: someone might be pregnant.’)

It had been pouring all week, you thought you were going to lose your mind. You love rain as much as the next eccentric teenager, but there comes a point where you're this close to drowning yourself in the next puddle you see.

You and your fellow campers sat on opposing stairs. Heather painted her nails while Gwen drew a picture of every single camper she had met, and then Duncan was carving a spear and held out his hand to you which was holding the various types of blades that he desired to carve.

Chris made an announcement that your mind didn’t really process because the RAIN WAS SO LOUD.

Gwen and Heather began arguing over Leshawna getting voted off. Honestly you were this close to accidentally dropping the knife into Heather's eye socket. There comes a certain point where anybody will lose their mind. 

That last challenge was horrifying. 

Your body subconsciously shuddered and in moments Duncan had his sweatshirt around you, but it seemed like he didn’t even move.

 

You smiled and pecked him on the lips. “Why are you making me like this weather?” Your boyfriend grumbled. “Because I’m your fantastic girlfriend and I make everything better.” You stuck your tongue out. “Mhm better be happy that’s true.” Duncan smiled.

Gwen and Heather both went inside their cabin, and slammed the door shut. You stifle a laugh. 

“Wanna go inside?” Duncan gave you a suggestive wink. You smiled, giving him another kiss before you ran inside.

“Come get me, Tiger.” You winked and he smiled jumping up onto his feet. “Alright scorpion.” You slammed the door shut in his face running to hide in your cabin stopping yourself from the giggles that wanted to burst.

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The next morning the rain had finally stopped, but it had severely drowned everything around you. “You think you would’ve gotten into Noah’s ark?” You asked your boyfriend, genuinely curious. 

You wore a shirt that covered your neck (keepsakes from last night), and a pair of flared jeans that made you look like a hippie in the eighties, much to Duncan’s delight.

“Mm, I’m not sure. I don’t believe in things I can’t see.” He watched a chair float by, the cabins were currently floating in the water but no one else had gotten up yet. 

“Well what do you believe in?” Now you were curious and intrigued. “Well I believe in your strength. I believe in my moms wisdom. I believe in people.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. 

A small aww came out of your mouth and he blushed. “How about you darlin’?” He asked putting his chin on your shoulder.

“Hmm. I believe in myself and you. I believe I’ll see my mama again and I believe that if you put your mind to it you deserve it.” You declared and he laughed. 

“So much justice in that mind of yours but you never act on it.” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Because I was never meant too, honey we lived in the worst city, in the worst town, in the worst place. We were kinda destined to be horrible.” You sighed sadly. “But we’re going to do better than that aren’t we?” He asked, smiling. 

You nodded.

Suddenly you heard Gwen and Heather scream.

“Oh look at our favorite girls!” You smiled and walked out of the cabin briskly before falling into the water.

Duncan followed but he cannonballed in much to your annoyance. The girls were grumbling, which seemed all they could ever do. You watched a fin circle them. 

“Shark!” Duncan screamed, ruining your fun. All four of you quickly got out of the water and back onto the cabin, shivering from the chill.

You watched the shark eat the wood structures. “Have you ever been eaten before?” You asked, you knew a good chunk of his fathers punishments but not all of them. 

“I’ve been mauled by dogs when I was like six. Sharks, no.” He shook his head staring at the creature. “Owen!” Heather screamed and for a moment you thought the girl had an ounce of sympathy for the blonde, but then you remembered.

She was Heather.

Of course she didn’t have a heart.

She wanted the shark to eat the overweight boy and you knew your boyfriend (cough, husband, cough) would throw hands if anything happened to his third boyfriend, you smiled at the thought and Duncan raised an eyebrow and squeezed your hand.

You crashed into land and everybody quickly came off the boat grateful for the crash.

“Anything broken?” Both you and Duncan did a quick 5372 assessment of each other, which was fancy terms for a quick look over.

“Is anyone else creeped out about this island?” Gwen mumbled an anxious look across her face and you squeezed her shoulder in sympathy. 

Heather obviously decided to feed Gwen’s fear and you watched your boyfriend lay down on the sand by a bow and arrow. You laughed, and squatted down, kissing his forehead.

“Wake me up if you get hungry and we’ll go hunting.” Duncan grumbled before he tried to sleep on the sand causing Gwen to begin an argument, “We need to find food and shelter, we need to at least make a raft!” Gwen whined and without missing a beat Duncan pointed at you, who had made one as soon as you stepped on the island.

“I’m in love with a girl who completes everything in four seconds. Get used to it, sister.” Duncan said his eyes still shut in relaxation. 

“I’m not using that unless it’s made by a sane person.” Heather shrieked, causing you to roll your eyes. “I’m sorry, hun. I’d just prefer it done by a professional.” Gwen said sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck, a blush rising on her face.

—

You stared at the camera, annoyed. “I look at Duncan and we both think ‘Maybe juvie was the better choice.’”

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As Duncan and Gwen begin their argument, you occasionally chiming in, you notice Heather walk off to find shelter. For the first time ever, you think, you might actually respect the diva queen. 

You watch her climb into a treehouse and you see a pulley on the outside of the door, your voice catches on your throat to be careful, and when she opens the door a skeleton falls from it causing her to fall backwards and scream.

One by one you'll notice huge bones lying around the area. There are dinosaur bones, as well as human bones. 

“Think we’re still upstream from camp?” Heather yells at Duncan. “I’ve been wrong before.” He says in his defense. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the near constant bickering, half the time there was no point to the madness.

You all went back up the treehouse ladder to investigate the house once more. You poke the skeleton and are not surprised when you see the strings. “This is like Boney Island.” You grumbled, not enjoying how the skeleton made you think of your mom.

Heather agreed. “Unfortunately, the she-devil is right. This is another survival challenge. I’m not scared of you, Chris.” She yelled into the air hoping the mad-man would respond to her calls. 

Duncan and Gwen began arguing but you knew Gwen’s anger was just forged out of fear. You knew, Duncan knew the drill. You had escaped multiple prison’s and landed on islands before, there was no reason for him to be scared.

“Every camper for themselves. Let’s go Y/N.” Duncan ordered and grabbed your wrist, albeit a bit harshly and led you away, picking up his bow and arrow as well. 

Gwen waved goodbye sadly. 

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“Can you help me with my form?” You looked up and saw Duncan struggling with the quickly crafted bow.

You lightly smiled and took the bow gently out of his hands and showed him how to do the form. “Release the bow, any target.” He told you, smiling. You nodded curtly and your eyes searched through the forest before landing on a distant coconut. You held your breath for five seconds, and let out for ten.  

“Oh where did that go?” Duncan grumbled, causing you to point into the forest. 

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You and Duncan were eating fruit by the beach as you watched Gwen try to dock on the boat you had crafted. You stifle a laugh behind your palm each time she falls into the water. Once she finally gets on she turns to look at you.

“Since you made the raft, Y/N you can come if you’d like.” Gwen made the offer but glared at Duncan. “I want your egg if you're coming.” She demanded and Duncan sighed, throwing the large egg into the grateful girl's hands.

You pushed the boat away from the sand and Heather ran from the treehouse screaming offers so you’d take the girl with you. You sent Duncan a look trying to convey that you were going to get off if Heather came on board.

Thankfully Gwen must’ve sensed your nervousness and began paddling away quicker than before. She had been paddling for around two hours before Duncan broke the silence. “You paddle like a girl.” He grumbled, and then you promptly punched him. 

Who said true love doesn’t exist?

 Gwen looked set on cursing him out but you spoke up when you saw the island again.

“Gwen, are you rowing in circles?” She shook her head as you redocked the island, “What the hell! That will cost you one omelet.” Duncan yelled, snatching the egg from off the boat.

They began to engage in a game of tug-a-war. “Get your hands off my egg, crazy.” Gwen screamed at Duncan, who’s eyes flickered with sadness.

You growled and stalked up to the two, dropping to your feet and swinging your leg under hers to knock her right down. You caught the egg right before it fell. Gwen pointed at the sky and you looked up. There was a huge dinosaur above you.

Duncan grabbed the egg out of your hands and began running.

“Come and get me birdie!” He yelled trying to draw its attention. Suddenly the large dinosaur swooped in and picked up Duncan in its talons, and flew back into the air. 

A hoarse scream fell out of your mouth.

You grabbed a stray line of rope and with all your strength threw it around Duncan’s ankles, and then the bird lifted you into the air. With all your expertise from military camp you scaled the rope, and climbed onto the feet of the dinosaur.

Duncan had his eyes shut, but he felt a hand on his wrist and they flew open. They softened once they saw you.

Over the harsh wind you heard him yell “Marry me?” and you tried not to cry. “Anytime, anyplace baby.” You yelled in return. 

Then the dinosaur dropped you, right into Owen’s arms.

Who for some reason had a beard?

Suddenly Gwen came barreling into you guys, and Owen scooped her up as well. “My brethren!” Owen yelled. But then a snake fell around his shoulders.

“Let me rephrase that… RUN!” he dropped you all to start running up the ladder into the treehouse.

You all quickly followed in pursuit. 

Gwen watched as you sat on Duncan’s lap, your stomach facing his. You wrapped your arms around him, and dug your chin into his collarbone, trying to feel his heartbeat. “Still here sweetheart. I promise.” He whispered.

“We need to confess our sins.” Gwen’s eyes flickered up to Owen and she scoffed. “I’m serious, I did it and I feel great.” The blonde smiled clearly dehydrated. 

—

“Oh my god, so you killed his dad?” Heather gawked at you. “You set her dad’s office on fire-” Gwen’s eyes widened staring at Duncan. You both nodded sheepishly. “...Yes, but still not as bad as what you did, Gwen. Even if that's your real name.” You teased, with a kind smile. 

“Or even Heather.” Duncan looked the rich-girl up and down. 

“My brother deserved it.” Heather grumbled.

—

You were staring at Chris dumbly. “Oh come on princess, surprised to see me?” he gave you a smirk and holy hell there was no greater urge you had then to punch his stupid face into the stupid ground and beat him until he was black and blue.

“Time for a campfire, my children.” Then he promptly skipped away.

—

“I’m going to kill myself.” Duncan grumbled as he washed the war paint off his face in your cabin.

“Honey, it’ll be alright. We always stick together right?” You hugged him from behind. “If I lose you tonight, I don’t know what I’ll do.” Duncan turned around and kissed your knuckles.

You smiled sadly. “Mi amor, even thousands of miles apart, I’d still be right with you. You are the keeper of my heart, forever until even the gods die.” You whisper and lightly kiss his lips.

“Plus, it’s not like there’s gonna be some plot twist or something.” a laugh falls out of your mouth.

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“Tonight, there is a twist on the campfire. Since I lost so many interns in the production of this video, management said I’d have to let them vote a camper off. Which kinda is boring but whatever.” Chris grumbled, and Chef handed him the envelope before scurrying off. 

Chris opened it and his mouth dropped, his eyes widened, and somewhere in there you saw an ounce of pure and utter anger. Something that guarantees that the interns are going to have a hell filled week for the next couple months.

“The one who will be leaving us tonight is…”

Duncan squeezed your hand tight.

“Y/N L/N.” 

You felt something break, and it didn’t come from you. You looked at Duncan and saw his entire personality shift. He went blank, cold, and calculating. 

“HE’S OUR’S NOW BITCH.” You saw a redhead intern scream at you, before she went back to the intern-side of camp. Duncan nearly pulled out his gun, but you stopped his wrist.

“I love you, and if you don’t win, my love, I will kick your ass, understand?” You kissed his lips, and he nodded swiftly trying to withhold his anger.

You began walking away but Chris couldn’t stop himself.

“I’ll miss your face, along with other things, beautiful.” Chris winked, and a soft smile appeared on your face. You stepped in closer towards him. Then promptly punched him straight in the nose, and kicked him in the groin, he groaned and fell to the ground.

You stepped onto the boat of losers and began to drive away. 

But when has Y/N L/N ever played by the rules?

You stepped next to the captain with a fond smile, and quickly knocked him out, dumping him into a lifeboat and letting it go into the water. You walked back to the steering wheel and began to drive… straight to New York.

There was this anger, in the back of your mind. She was yelling at the top of her lungs, to have control, and like a calming wave, you let it. Being on that island, did you no favors.

You had it easy, food, a shelter, freaking Duncan. But now it was time to go back, to get the messy things done.

Anger was your coping mechanism. It kept you on the path you wanted, and the path you wanted currently entailed making sure that your fiancè would have his dream life to come back too. Anger gets things done, sadness does not.

[The camera zooms in on a small ring on your finger]

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I’d like to thank all my wonderful supporters, who stayed with me, throughout the series. There will be an epilogue probably tmw, and soon I’ll start the second season.

I love yall!

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Bonus: 

Mick got out of his seat and walked over to the door which was currently being pounded on.

He and his brothers were in shock, their little sister just got voted off? Poor Duncan, he was losing his shit on TV right now. Since the show started all the brothers had been at Mick’s house for viewing.

Mick opened the door and his jaw dropped. There you stood, you wore a pair of black jeans, along with an old WSC sweatshirt which looked like Duncan’s, and you had a cocky smile which Mick could tell was fabricated.

“Miss me?”

“Well I’ll be a son-of-a-gun.”

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No longer a secret pt 5

Summary: The one with the race and plans for the immediate future.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader

W/C: 6.2k (I honestly don't know how and when that happened)

Rating: PG, age gap

TWs: none

A/N: We all love protective Toto. but what about protective reader...? Also - me...? Doing a fade to black...? It's more likely than you think!

Taglist: @crimeshowjunkie, @omgsuperstarg

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The first thing you noticed after waking up was a familiar scent, but it wasn't enough to force you to get up just yet. The second thing was that you were no longer on the couch, but in bed, which meant Toto must have moved you while you slept. Third came the realization that the familiar scent was masking another one, much more bitter and smokey, which could only mean... Toto was cooking. 

You couldn't help but laugh quietly, the absurdity of the situation not lost on you. It's not like he was bad at cooking, because you knew he could make a few really good dishes, but when it came to going out of his comfort zone - well, he was focusing too much on instructions and either lost track of time reading them or was following them to the letter, even if whatever he was cooking definitely didn't need more time in the oven. Or needed much more. But the fact that he was trying his best to do something for you was enough to put you in a good mood. 

You quietly opened the door to the living room, and walking only on your toes, you came closer to him and wrapped your arms around his hips from behind, which didn't even make him flinch. At the beginning of your relationship, he would always jump and once he even accidentally elbowed you in the face, but now he had developed this 6th sense and he could just feel when you were close, no words needed. And when you weren't putting almost any weight on your heels, making your steps silent - it became useful to him and irritating to you, because you weren't able to scare him so easily no more. 

You pressed your cheek to his back for a short moment, before taking a quick look at what was happening in the pan, and you almost instantly turned down the flame, wrapped your fingers around his hand that was currently on a panhandle, and guided it off heat. 

- The pan is too hot, that's why they're burning so fast... - you said with a smile. It's not like the arepas were burned to a carbon crisp, but instead of being golden, they had some very dark brown spots and that’s what was causing a bitter smell in the suite. 

- Well, they are made with love, not with skill... - he chuckled and turned the last few in a still extremely hot pan. He knew arepas were your comfort food, especially with potatoes, mozzarella cheese, onions, garlic, and rosemary. And by the looks of what was happening in the kitchen, you could say that he made this variant. You also knew that it must have taken him quite some time to prepare everything; time which you spent blissfully asleep. 

- Well... I love that you made them. - you pressed a gentle kiss somewhere around his shoulder blade because you couldn't reach higher without standing on your toes. - Thank you. I know it's something out of your comfort zone, and I appreciate that you left it to make me feel better. - you said quietly, leaning against him, but instead of letting you stay like that, he turned around, put his hands around your hips, and lifted you in the air to put you on the kitchen island, so your faces were on a much more similar level now. 

- You are my comfort zone, Schatzi... - he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your lips and the warmth spilled all over your body. He was so unapologetically in love with you that there were moments when it took you off guard because you weren't used to people around you behaving like that. And it's not like you loved him any less, you just expressed it... differently. But that might have been a fault of your inner Brit still struggling to be so open with your feelings, although you were actively working on changing that, at least around Toto.

He put the least burned but still hot arepas on the plate and passed it to you, but you just put it on the counter next to you, took one in your hands, and bit into it. It was actually pretty well seasoned and tasted all right. If you were the one doing them, you would have changed the ratio a bit, but they were still perfect because he made them for you. 

- Are you ok to talk about something not exactly pleasant? - he asked, while he started tidying up the kitchen and loading the dishwasher. Your heart got heavy for a moment, the images from earlier today flooding your brain, but you couldn't let them win. Not like that. And you knew that if you said no, Toto would immediately drop the topic, so you felt safe enough to dive into what happened.

- Yes... - you replied after you swallowed another bite. You were actually a little bit curious about what he wanted to say. 

- Two things... - he closed the loaded dishwasher, turned it on, and threw the dishtowel over his shoulder. - I spoke with our media analyst about this whole situation, and we unknowingly poked a hornet's nest... The mystery of a secret relationship being revealed right after your departure from the Network combined with me being in the middle of a successful race season when a good part of my life is constantly being documented created a very... interesting story, so people are interested more than usual - because the relationship is not the only thing that's happening. And when you add our age gap on top of that, people start to have stronger opinions, and that means engagement. - you could feel your shoulders slumping because this was exactly what you thought about on your way back to the hotel, and you were angry at yourself that you haven't thought about all that earlier. - Hey, none of that... - he put his hand under your chin and forced you to look at him. He wasn't saying any of that to show you that what both of you did was a mistake because he wasn't like that. There was a problem, and he wanted to solve it; he just started with a short summary, so you could be on the same page. 

You smiled and moved your head a little bit, so his fingers could rub over your skin. You ripped a small piece of your arepa and fed it to him, which made him smile. 

- Ok, so he proposed two paths... - he continued after swallowing. - One, we do an official interview together and talk about everything we feel comfortable enough sharing, but that means more information out there, which also means that people will want to dig into everything even more, but it would be on our terms. Path number two - we go in the defense and stonewall everything. No interviews, no public outings for a while until people get bored because there will be nothing to feed that hunger for information. But that also means - more theories and rumors for a while. - he explained, leaning on the counter in between your legs, and when he finished you fed him another piece from your hands. - And I know I was the one who didn't want to hide, but seeing the reaction, I feel like not saying anything would be a better option for now. - you considered his words and took another bite, thinking about the consequences of both solutions. You understood where he was coming from, but you had a bit more insight into how this hellish machine worked. 

- I see why you would think that, but we have to consider that the season is just starting, and there is no way for you to avoid media to this extent. And coming back to hiding would mean that I wouldn't be able to be around the track much, because of all the photographers, and I want to be there with you... - he nodded, acknowledging your words, because he hasn't thought about it that way. - It would also mean that the focus would be on us and not on the team for longer. Not from every station, but I can already point at a few that would be completely disrespectful because our story would get more engagement than for example - if Lewis won another race. And they might even try to get a rise from them by asking inappropriate questions about us, just to get a reaction from the drivers on camera and blast it all over. - Toto nodded again and put his hand on your thigh in search of comfort.

- I haven't considered that... - he sighed heavily. There was no good solution to get out of this unscathed. 

- This time - I am considering it... - you smiled, but it didn't reach your eyes. - And since the next race is in the UK, I would be able to set up an interview with one of my independent friends, so we could be in control of what information would be released. - you said, and you could see the wheels turning in his head. - And if I'm being honest, I think we should do that as soon as we'll be back home, so there will be as much time as possible between the interview and the next race for our relationship to become irrelevant to the media. But I think one long, extensive interview, and that's it. - you finished presenting your point of view and there was a short moment of silence.

- You're right, Schatzi. - he said, gently rubbing the skin on your thigh with his thumb. 

- And I think the "no public outings" would be also good, at least for a while, because it would mean no content, we wouldn't have control over. - you added and he nodded. 

- Sounds reasonable. - even with everyone knowing, you would still be confined to hotel rooms and sneaking around. It was supposed to end, so the frustration you both felt was more than justified. 

- I'll make some calls tomorrow to see who would be available for this kind of interview and when I have names, we can make a final decision together. - he nodded and took another piece from your hand straight in his mouth. - What was the second thing you wanted to talk about? - you asked, pushing the empty plate away.

- I hired an independent security company for us for tomorrow, just in case... - you froze for a good moment, but you quickly concluded that it was a good idea after what happened, but you still hated that there was even a need for that. - I know it's not ideal, but...

- It's fine, I understand. - you cut him off and pulled him closer by the band of his sweatpants. - Thank you for taking care of me. Now let me take care of you... - you smiled and pulled him into a deeper kiss. 

The next morning was crazy. It was the first time you were with him before the race because, in the past, you were getting ready with your own crew. Toto was on his phone before the sun was up, doing his best not to wake you up, but you eventually did. It wasn’t something you were used to but had no plans to complain. And it was nice to see that even after a year-long relationship you had still so many things to learn about him.

You had to force him to sit down and eat breakfast, although, through the big part of it, he was on his phone, but to be honest - so were you. 

You've messaged four of your friends who you knew could be trusted with conducting your interview. One declined, and you were now hashing out the details with the other three. You were open about the fact that the final decision will have to wait till tomorrow, but all of them were game. And one pointed out something that happened yesterday, and something you completely missed, because you didn't even touch your phone in the evening.

Somehow your yesterday's interaction with the paparazzi went viral, and your words became a hashtag that was being used under many articles, leaked photos, and other situations where the media was less than fair to their subjects. And currently "NotAJournalismItsAssult" already stood at over 90k users on Instagram. Even some celebrities used it to share their stories. You didn't mean for it to grow so much, it was something you just said in the heat of the moment, but your fanbase took it and ran with it almost to the extreme. You noticed some people trying to dox the bastards taking those types of photos, but even though you hated them with passion and you wanted some revenge, this was not the right way to do this, because it would victimize them, so you commented a few times that you don't condone this type of behavior to make it clear you were not connected with the doxers. 

But before you were able to dive deeper, 8AM came and there was a loud knock on the door. Toto stood up to see who it was, and when he was passing you, he let his hand gently glide from one of your shoulders to the other, which instantly made you smile. 

As it turned out, the security team he ordered yesterday arrived. It was easy to tell what their job was, because all three of them were giants compared to you, and one was even taller than Toto, which was impressive. They introduced themselves and went over a few ground rules with both of you. One of them was responsible for planning your routes in and out, securing any paths you were about to take around the track, and making sure there won't be any trouble in a general area you were in. The other two were your personal guards - one for you, one for Toto, who was currently holding your hand under the table. You were not to engage with larger crowds if possible, and they said that they'd appreciate a heads-up about a minute before changing locations. It wasn't necessary, because they were well trained, but it would make all of your lives easier and safer, so you made a mental note to do just that. They would not interact with anyone unless necessary and would be basically your shadows for the day. They already had signed the NDAs about whatever they were about to see around the pit and in the garage, so you were ready to go. 

You had to take their car to the track, which - honestly - wasn't that bad, because you were able to lean on Toto's chest and listen to his heartbeat for the whole ride there, while he absentmindedly traced abstract patterns on your back with one hand; the other still on his cell, but you honestly didn't mind. 

There weren't many people on track this early, but you still were nervous after what happened yesterday, and your personal body pillow instantly realized what was happening, put his phone in his pocket, and pulled you even closer, giving you his undivided attention. 

- We're ok. - he whispered and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

- We're ok. - you echoed and the confidence in your voice surprised you. You glanced up just to see his smile because you could tell it was there without having to look, but you still loved to see it. - I love you... - you added quieter, and he chuckled lightly, the vibrations in his chest making your skin tingle. 

- Ich liebe dich auch, Schatzi... - he whispered, and the car stopped in front of the gate, so he couldn’t do anything more because he had to show his pass to the security at the gate.

It wasn't long before you were in front of the motorhome and your guards were opening the doors for you both, and as soon as you crossed the threshold of the garage, you realized how well everyone worked together. It was like watching a well-designed, well-oiled machine. Everyone knew where they were supposed to be and what they were supposed to do. They anticipated each other's moves and they were all so in sync... Everyone except you. 

You awkwardly stood next to the wall, sticking out like a sore thumb, at least that's how you felt. Because even though you were dressed almost like everyone here, in a white Mercedes shirt and black pants, you felt... alien. Like you didn't belong. And you didn't want to move too much, because you weren't exactly sure where you could and couldn't go, and what you could and couldn't see. Technically you weren't an employee, you haven't signed any NDAs, and you didn't know what legally you were allowed to witness.

- Y/n...? - you heard a familiar voice, and when you turned you saw Lewis getting closer, which made you smile. He pulled you into a giant hug and leaned on a wall next to you. - What's wrong? - he asked, almost immediately clocking your nervousness.

- Nothing serious. - you tried to brush it off, but he just stared you down and you eventually caved. - Well... I'm not an employee, I'm not part of the team, I basically showed up yesterday and I honestly feel like I... - you hesitated for a moment, but you finally finished. - Like I don't belong here... I mean, look at all of you... - you gestured vaguely in front of you. - You all work so well together, and I don't even know where I'm allowed to sit. - you admitted a little bit embarrassed. 

- Oh, you poor thing... - Lewis wrapped his arm around you, trying to comfort you, and you sighed with relief. - You're right... You're not an employee, or a part of the team, at least not yet.. - his words didn't exactly fill you with comfort. - But you are something much more important... You're his family, and by extension - you're our family. - you were... not expecting that. - And short of messing with the car, you can do literally anything you want here. Get to know people, ask questions, mess with Valtteri.. - you couldn't help but laugh. - And if you're not sure where to sit and you're nervous about it... - he pulled you by the elbow in front of the fantasy island, next to his own car. He looked around for a second until he located a blank piece of paper and a sharpie, scribbled something on, and stuck it to the seat that looked like it was taken from one of the cars. Only when he moved to the right you were able to see what was written on the piece of paper in his messy handwriting. "Y/n's chair". You couldn't help but laugh. 

- Thank you for that, Lewis... - this time you were the one who pulled him into a hug. It wasn't about the seat, but the fact that he made you feel... connected. Like there was a metaphorical place for you, not just the chair.

- No problem... Shorty. - he flashed his teeth at you in a smile, and you laughed again. 

- Shorty...? - and you just knew you won't get rid of that nickname for a while. - Ehhh... Could have been worse. - which was true. You were shorter than almost all of them, and at the beginning of the relationship with Toto, you felt self-conscious about it, because there were over 35cm in between you two, so for the first few months you wore exclusively high heels, which was killing your feet. It took a bad pair of shoes that made your feet bleed on a date and him buying you a pair of Vans on the spot to realize that he didn't care. He immediately took you back home, disinfected the abrasions, put band-aids on those which needed them, and put a cold compress on your feet. He also wouldn't let you walk the next day, which was completely unnecessary and absurd in your opinion, but he didn't budge, and who were you to refuse such a handsome and powerful man? Coincidentally it was also the first time he cooked for you... 

- True, true... Are you good with me leaving you here? - he made sure, and you nodded. You already had plans to find Georgia and - if she wasn't super busy - to pick her mind about what was happening in the garage, and how could you be the least in the way. - Great, because I have some press to do pre-race. Gonna miss you out there, cause you always had the best questions. - he gave you one last quick hug and just like that, he was off; you didn't even manage to wish him good luck. 

It took you a minute of silently hyping yourself up, but you eventually started talking with people you met yesterday, one on one. Not everyone was super busy, but those who were, simply said so and apologized, and that made you realize that if you were in a way, they'd simply tell you, so you didn't have to worry so much that you were disturbing their work.

Around 1 PM, when you were sitting with Emma, who was explaining the manufacturing error of the rear wing that was discovered yesterday and how they managed to react so quickly, Toto came to you and pulled you in a bear hug from behind, apologizing to the aerodynamic performance engineer, because he was planning to steal you away from her. You could feel the tension radiating from his body, but as soon as you turned around and pressed yours against his, he started to relax. It wasn't stress, because you knew how stress looked on him, but it still must have been exhausting. 

- Lunch...? - you proposed, with your face still smashed against his chest because he needed to have you close and didn't want to let go. He groaned in response, which was supposed to mean that he has more things to do. - Toto, you need food... - you rarely used his name when you addressed him directly, so when he heard it - he knew it was serious and he needed to pay attention.

- Fine... Just... Stay close, ok? - he didn't have to ask, but it made you realize something - he wanted you to be near him because having you in sight just wasn't enough today. 

- Ok... - you smiled against his shirt when he was letting your security guards know you will be leaving the garage in a bit to get to the motorhome, and you squeezed him a bit harder, before letting him go. But even though he wasn't holding you so tightly, his hands were still on you seeking the comfort and peace your presence gave him, so you leaned on him the whole way to the cafeteria. You didn't eat there though. He took you to his small office, so you could be alone for a few moments and just talk… Although you were the one doing most of the talking; telling him what you learned, whom you got to know better, and what you noticed on your own around the garage... He smiled the whole time listening to your voice. 

- Do you want to just... cuddle on the couch for a moment, before you go back? - you asked, and he didn't have to say anything, because the relief on his face told you everything. It was new for you to see him so touch-starved, because usually when you were near, he just did what he wanted, constantly hugging you, pulling you in his lap, holding your hand, laying on your thighs... Today was different because it was the first time ever when you were near while he had other important things to do, and couldn't hold you like his own, personal teddy bear. 

You kicked your shoes off before reclining on the couch, and Toto immediately followed, wrapping his arms around your torso, and putting his head on your chest, almost crushing you with his weight, but you loved it; he basically acted like a weighted blanket, while he melted into you. You started humming a familiar tune and playing with his hair, which made him smile and he looked so peaceful like that... If you didn't know better you would have said that he fell asleep, but you were familiar enough with his breathing that you knew he didn't; he just really needed this moment of relaxation with you. 

After about ten minutes you noticed Lewis peeking through the glass panel on the door, and with a gesture he let you know that Toto is needed. You nodded and that was enough for him to trust you to get him back to the garage. 

- Mon Chéri... - you said quietly, and he let out a sigh in response. - You have to go; people are looking for you.

- Eine minute... - you almost didn't recognize him like that, but you could definitely get used to it...

- Is today that draining...? - you asked, not stopping playing with his hair just yet. 

- No, everything is going smoothly... - he mumbled into your shirt. 

- Then why this reaction? Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, it's just new. - you smiled and wrapped a lock of his hair around your finger. 

- I don't know, I have to think about it... - he replied, still not moving anywhere and you gave him a moment. - I think it might be because I know I can finally have you with me everywhere I am. I selfishly expected you to shadow me today, but you were making friends, which is very good, but my brain hasn't caught up with that and was expecting to have you right beside me, so it reacted like a drug addict during withdrawal. And I think I might have the need to overcompensate for all the times you weren't there with me. - he finally said and looked up at you. 

- I wasn't near you, because I didn't want to disturb or distract you on such an important day. - you explained, gently brushing away a few strands of hair from his forehead. - I can definitely try to be closer for the rest of the day. 

- I would love that. - he replied, and you could tell he was ready to go back, but before he got up he placed a quick kiss on your chin. He helped you sit up, and reached for your shoes, but instead of just passing them to you, he unlaced them, put them on your feet, and tied them again. It was about small things...

He helped you get up and you went back to the garage, your security guards shadowing you without saying a word.

You did your best to try to keep close to him, and when you went away to talk for a few minutes with someone else, you made sure to give him a tight squeeze, or a quick kiss, if he wasn't in the middle of the conversation. But most of the time, you were around the fantasy island, getting to know Bono and Ric better, which meant you were in hand reach of Toto because they always sat right next to him. 

But then the race was about to start.

You didn't want to interrupt anyone in the garage in anything when so much was at stake, so you would have been perfectly happy with watching the race from the sidelines, but Toto just... plopped a headset on your head right before the race, when you wanted to get ready to get out of the way and put you in front of him. He wrapped his left arm in front of your body, hooking his thumb in your pocket, and pulling you closer, so you could lean on his left thigh. His right hand was free, so he could still control the monitors and switch between the channels to communicate with the rest of the team. And even though the stakes were high and the atmosphere was tense - when he could, he was pulling your right headphone back a bit, so you could hear him through his mask, and explaining what was currently happening and what were his concerns, especially with Valtteri's rough start.

It was the first time you had the opportunity to watch Toto so close during a race, and your admiration only grew. For you everything was so hectic, so fast-paced, that you had trouble following what was happening, but he seemed to see all the patterns in his mind and predict the moves of this well-oiled machine, managing to keep calm and collected in the middle of this storm. In the beginning, you mostly focused on the map in the bottom corner of the monitor, where all the current positions of the drivers were marked, because that was the only thing you could understand without him having to explain more. But by the end of the race you started to pick up on the temperature graphs and what they meant, and even though you didn't understand the whole window with aerodynamics, you have begun to understand how the drag changed based on speed and location of nearby cars. And maybe with time you'd learn more and ask more questions, but definitely not during a race, because even with Toto's calming presence, you were far too stressed that because of you he might miss something.

When Lewis crossed the finish line, everything in the shop erupted with such intensity, that you almost got scared, but the adrenaline of your team winning caught up quickly and in no time, you were jumping and screaming with everyone else, and Toto wrapped his arms around you, lifted you in the air, and twirled holding you for a good half minute. Only when Bono and Ric started tapping his shoulders to congratulate him, did he put you down, and placed the softest of kisses on your lips, such a contrast to the hurricane around you.

- Go celebrate... - you whispered against his lips, with a huge smile on yours, and gently pushed him in direction of the rest of the team; you didn't want to hog him all for yourself, and you knew that all those emotions had to get away somehow. And it was so good seeing him this excited and elated, because you usually got to see only snippets of him celebrating on TV, and now, here... You could finally take it all in person. And it was amazing.

When the drivers came down to the pit, you stayed a bit behind, because you didn't want to impose on something you were technically introduced to yesterday, but as soon as Lewis realized you weren't there, he shouted your name and beaconed you in, and how could you say no? You gave both him and Valtteri a giant hug and congratulated them both on the podium finish and then you felt Toto's strong arms wrapping around you from behind.

- Get used to it, Schatzi... You will be celebrating with us every time from now on. - he said and placed a soft kiss on your temple, much calmer now, but still extremely happy. - You're family, and everyone already feels it, look closely. - he added, and you did... All those waves and smiles were also for you. Not just for Toto, or whoever stood behind you at the moment. You were there, a part of it, and there was nothing you could do about it.

You couldn't help but smile, when someone from the pit crew shot a confetti cannon, covering everyone in the area in black, silver, and teal.

It didn't take long for the press to get to the pit to do the interviews, and for the first time since you met Toto, you weren't part of that, so you took a few steps back and looked for any familiar face until you saw the blond head of hair, so you walked to Georgia, gave her a congratulatory hug, and you both started listening to what everyone had to say to the media. Maybe it was the fact that you were a similar age, or maybe something entirely else, but you already knew you were going to be great friends. She was able to follow your - at times hectic - train of thoughts, immediately got your veiled jokes and references, and it went both ways, so for the most part, you were just standing there giggling at something one or the other said.

It was Toto's last interview before the ceremony, and you could see him getting more and more frustrated with every question he was asked, even though he was masking it pretty well with laughter. You knew that there would be some questions about you two, but previous reporters just congratulated him on such a loving relationship and moved on, but this one... When you heard the last question asked by a woman whom you sat next to just a few days ago in the briefing area, you could feel your blood boiling, and you could have sworn that your vision went red for a moment.

- No, stop. Don't answer that, because that's private. - you walked unceremoniously into the frame and took a stand in front of your partner as if you wanted to protect him from the viciousness you were more than familiar with. - And you... - you looked at the reporter who was trying to grill your partner about your relationship instead of the race, disgust co clearly visible on your face. - You should be ashamed of yourself. How dare you ask about our private lives when both Lewis and Valtteri are on the podium today? How dare you ask about that when Lewis had the fastest lap today, and Valtteri second fastest? When Lewis just tied for the record of most wins at a single circuit? How dare you call yourself a reporter, when you don't even report on the event you're at, instead focusing on something that's none of your goddamn business? - you were speaking so quickly, that you were honestly impressed that you haven't stuttered even once yet, but anger had that effect on you, although now you were far past anger, and reached the levels of rage. - Next time I will be asked why I departed from big media, you can be sure that I will direct them to this exact moment, to show them how low some of the reporters are willing to go. The lack of respect for both sport and professionals who spend decades honing their skills and pouring them into being the best... You don't deserve to be here. This interview is over. - you said and the cameraman almost immediately lowered the camera, clearly a little bit afraid of you, because you just made sure that the reporter you were in the trenches with just two days ago, will never get a serious job in media again.

And it looked like it just dawned on her how serious the consequences of today will be, but instead of apologizing, she dropped the microphone and lounged at you, claws first. While you were getting ready to defend yourself, someone reacted quicker than you. You didn't even see your new security guards coming closer, but they were suddenly there, holding the reporter by the elbows, while someone else was calling track security to the lovely soundtrack of you being called a bitch, a whore, a cunt, and every other obscenity under the sun, but you couldn't care less. You turned around and took Toto's hand into your own.

- I'm sorry... I should have waited with the announcement till after the race... - you should have thought about the consequences more, because you knew how shitty some reporters could be, and you could have protected the team from that for a few days longer, and now you felt like you took away part of what they achieved here today.

- Are you kidding me, Schatzi...? That was fucking impressive! - he pulled you into a hug because he noticed that you were still shaking from anger and frustration. - It was just one interview, the rest was boring, and you have nothing to apologize for. - he whispered, so only you could hear it, and kissed the top of your head. You closed your eyes, trying to compose yourself as quickly as possible, because the day wasn't over just yet. - I need you to look at me, love... - you finally took back control over your own breath and looked up. His smile instantly blew all the worries away. - You were amazing. You defended the whole team, not just the drivers, you were passionate, yet professional, and you didn't even swear... You were perfect. Don't you dare to apologize for that. Do you hear me...? - you managed to force a small smile on your lips and nod, and Toto took your face in his hands and placed a soft kiss on your lips, while the security was handling the situation with the other reporter. But you didn't see that, completely focused on your partner. - They will be awarding trophies soon, we should go and celebrate with the rest of the team. - he gently put the rogue strand of your hair behind your ear, and you could only smile in response. When you started walking in the direction of the podium, he put his arm around you, rested his hand on your hip, and the last 15 minutes completely disappeared from your mind, leaving only pride from the team's success.  

Part 6

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

[lbfromtheblock]

Never Gonna Give You Up | Sylki Season 2 Finale Fix-It (Kinda) Fic

(spoilers for season 2 finale)

I NEEDED to get this off my chest after seeing the finale.

I understand why what happened had to happen. But I wanted some confirmation first. So this is me making my peace with it.

Enjoy.

Loki looked into her blazing emerald eyes again. The hate, the suffering, the pain, the betrayal. His arms shook from the effort needed to hold back her arm and the blade she held. Bloodthirsty and vengeful, she’d honestly never looked more beautiful. And he’d never felt more sorry for her.

-“So do it then. Get your throne. KILL ME!” Sylvie spat in his face, her eyes brimming with tears, anticipating what to her would be the last, most painful betrayal her heart could take. But even as she said it, she could see the resignation in this Loki’s face, where a second ago there had been panicked but palpable affection, and shared pain. He had just wanted her to be free of this pain, and wanted her to find her freedom with him.

But now his jaw was set. He was strong, sure, but she was stronger, wilier. She knew his weaknesses inside and out. Her eyes darted back and forth, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay. Keep them from making her seem weak.

“Sylvie. I should have told you this ages ago but… I love you. I can heal your pain, I can take it all away. You don’t have to do this.”

His voice was warm and sincere, like liquid honey dripping. He was wily too. He knew what spots to poke. But even as her anger surged at this new attempt to manipulate her emotions, it also quailed from the touch of his hand on her cheek. Maybe…

“I have been where you stand. I know and can say for a fact that you will not find peace here. Trust me. Believe in me, and I can show you. Put down your sword. Come with me.”

His voice shook, and tears slid unabashedly down his own face now. Seeing him so vulnerable and shockingly honest made her pause. Her arm dropped a few millimeters. Her skin burned under his touch. He didn’t pull away. Neither did she.

He Who Remains behind them raised an eyebrow. This was new.

“Tell me. Give me a reason to stop. Because right now I don’t have any.”

Loki kept her gaze and leaned close until their foreheads touched. He could smell her, that familiar scent of sweat and metal and roses…she’d replaced it with some discount store soap and perfume in their current timeline. It had taken some of the ferocity away. But now, like this, at the height of her anger…it smelled like home.

And so strange all at once.

He sent her images. Pictures and snippets of what was to come. The spaghettification of all timelines if she succeeded, the pain and suffering she would cause…

But also the life she could lead if given the chance.

It was still McDonald’s. Still mundane. Almost normal. But now she came home to him. She could summon him whenever she wanted and he would be there waiting. They would spend nights in front of the tv, eating horrible food and laughing, laughing…The pure joy on his face when she brought home a stray puppy, and named him Thor…

Startled by her own moist giggles, Sylvie finally opened her eyes. He stared back, searchingly, hopefully. Like a little boy on Christmas morning.

“You can’t promise me this.” Her hands slowly curled into fists. It was so unfair. She wanted ALL of that so badly, almost more than she wanted to kill He Who Remains. Almost.

“I can. And I am. Please, Sylvie. We can be together. Just walk away.”

Loki didn’t even bat an eye as she reached in to kiss him, just like last time. He pulled her close, held her, felt every inch of her body against his, as closr as he possibly could, nostrils full of that final scent…her hair brushing against his face…

With a deft spin, he was on his back on the floor, and she was across the hall, blade already buried deep into He Who Must Not Remains. A startled gasp, but his face had a sudden twitch of satisfaction before it went slack.

Loki covered his face, wiped the newest cascade of tears from his cheeks. Pushed back his hair and sniffed in defeat. Steeling himself for what came next.

He turned, about to go back and try again, but before he could, he locked eyes with her one last time.

It was always the same. No satisfaction, no triumph. Just emptiness. A sadness. She never forgave him. She never allowed herself to just love him.

In any timeline.

But he couldn’t stop trying. He would keep trying. He had to. There had to be a way.

“You’ve tried violence and you’ve tried love. I wonder how long it will take you to realize the bottleneckedness of the situation.”

He Who Remains quipped, back in a seated position, very much alive in his chair behind his desk. Loki looked at him balefully.

“This isn’t like the fairy tales, champ. Think outside the box.”

Loki smirked, paused time and looked to Sylvie, mid leap.

“Mm. Maybe when I get tired of holding her. I’ll try something else. Until then…just relax and enjoy the show.”

And with a flick, he unpaused time, and went to his beloved once again, arms outstretched.

I’ll never give up on you.

…in any timeline.

[savage-rhi]

Immortal Shield  Chapter 18: Lestallum Jive

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Caelan couldn’t remember a time where she had been undisturbed at length. The days blurred together, making it difficult to tell a Monday from a Friday. Two weeks flew in a blink of an eye staying in Lestallum. Everything felt normal. Almost too normal for her. There were no battles to be won. No creatures to hunt. No authorities to dodge. No crownsguard or glaive to fight. No daemonic entities thirsting to snatch one’s soul. No wounds to tend to or lest be kissed by death. It was peace comparable to ignorant bliss. Her and Ardyn’s days consisted of eating, sleeping, and enjoying the luxury of the room they had rented out. Caelan felt she should’ve been happy. Should’ve been grateful, but inside she was a mess. It was too much for her own good.

The past couple days she found it quite hard to adjust to the slice-of-life moments. Her body bracing itself for an altercation if she caught wind of something amiss. Ardyn reassured her time and time again it was alright to indulge. Caelan knew it couldn’t last forever. Much like she knew eventually, Ardyn would make it to Insomnia and die. She honestly didn’t want to go through with it. Not at this point. She cared about him too much, and it was impossible to break her vows as a shield to him. Caelan felt like a coward much like when she ran away from her problems after slaying Julian. The similarities, in terms of emotional damage, were painful. He had become a good companion to her. The first friend she had in years. She felt confident he at least felt something akin to that.

Caelan brushed the thought off, now wondering where he had been. Ardyn left several hours ago around two in the afternoon. It was approaching five and he had yet to make his presence known. He mentioned needing to take care of something at the market. A 'mishap occurred with a purchase' he said. Caelan wasn’t buying it but didn’t pester. Too stuck in her own head and assuming it would be a quick fix. Worry started to dwell in her heart. Being Ardyn’s shield and if anything were to happen to him, she wouldn’t forgive herself. Not even if he could magically pop up at Angelgard again. He hadn’t answered the few check-in texts she sent out either. It was uncharacteristic cause if Ardyn had an excuse to use a random emoji with no context, he’d do it.

Suddenly there were a few knocks on the door. Caelan furrowed her brows and got off the bed, putting her phone down; having been checking out the Kwee! for updates in Lucis. Every nerve in her body fired off as she took out a small blade from the left pocket of her pants, not wanting to chance getting ambushed. Logically she knew it wouldn’t happen but years of being stalked did a number on her.

Opening the doors, she cautiously peered out. There was no one in the hallway either left or right. That’s when she looked down, seeing a round beige box. She squinted her eyes suspiciously at the package before deciding to bring it in, placing it on a coffee table in the living room. Caelan mused to herself that she brought a bomb into the room, then paranoia kicked in as she avoided the box like the plague after taking a seat across from the object. She stared at the box for ten minutes then breathed out, shaking her head, and decided to indulge her curiosity. If it were dangerous, or sure death, something would have happened by now.

Opening the lid, she set it off to the side and peered. Inside its contents was a square shape wrapped up in silk paper and tied off with a red ribbon. An envelope presented at the top. Caelan made a face. Disbelief had her transfixed as her head tilted to the side curiously. She carefully pulled the thing out, sitting it on her lap. Her left hand took the envelope and opened it. Discarding the outer layer as soon as the letter was in her possession. Her eyes scanned over the neat handwriting. It nearly looked identical to old text she had seen in history books, from what she vaguely remembered from youth. It certainly put her chicken scratch writing to shame.

I apologize it’s not the blue gown you regarded before. So I bought the next best thing. In your own words, “it screamed you.” Put it on and come meet me at the plaza.

Your next lesson: Du evraaht (Be brave)

Caelan couldn’t suppress the grin that formed on her face. Neither could she stop her cheeks from turning red. Her pulse spiked then settled after giving it another read. She sighed, and averted her gaze from the letter. Fearing if she looked upon it a third time, she’d be frozen for the whole night.

Letting out a deep breath, Caelan sat the letter down and started to unwrap the dress from its packaging. She held a look of awe while feeling the soft texture. Her fingers couldn't stop touching the fabric. Her eyes traveled over the rich deep purple of the dress. It was the same style as the blue one, and for a moment Caelan felt embarrassment when she realized it was strapless. A part of her worried Ardyn didn’t think that through let alone if he knew her sizing. Hell, she didn’t even know that about herself. Having never gotten the opportunity to dress up for anything formal save for a military uniform, this was a whole new experience for her.

“What he said, du evraaht.” Caelan muttered to herself while she got up, taking the dress with her to the bathroom to try it on.

Ardyn was beginning to have his doubts Caelan would show. Almost thirty minutes had gone by since he had the dress delivered to their room. He was visibly tense while his eyes glanced around the plaza. More people were beginning to crowd. Tonight was the first of several festivities happening over the weekend in honor of Lestallum’s founding. He took out the two tickets he had purchased for himself and Caelan to go see a play, double-checking the times.

Despite his calm composure, he felt incredibly foolish. He hadn't felt this nervous about an outing since he first began courting Aera. The sensation of his stomach churning in knots was all too familiar. He couldn’t believe that he was capable of feeling such a flux of emotions all at once again.

Again. That repeated in his head a number of times while he waited. Ardyn wasn't sure where his thought process was taking him, but he allowed it to sift through. He paced about, glancing here or there until he did a double take as he saw Caelan approach.

It truly felt like they were the only two people in the world then. Ardyn's eyes traveled from her face down her dress and back up several times. A sense of pride swelled in himself, knowing he made the right call on the dress he bought for her. Not overly feminine, but she was graceful. The dark purple highlighted and accentuated many of her features Ardyn had come to greatly admire. His eyes and smile betrayed a singular thought: she looked absolutely stunning. The closer she got to him, the louder his heart seemed to beat in his ears.

“I was beginning to think you skipped town.” Ardyn teased. Smiling ear to ear as Caelan’s face scrunched unamusingly.

“I won��t lie, I almost chickened out,” Caelan let out a shy laugh, tucking a strand of hair of hers behind her ear. “So, what’s the occasion? Did you finally scare the soul out of a child?”

“Unfortunately I haven’t had the honor. You see, a certain someone won’t allow me to indulge my carnal side.” Ardyn joked, doing everything he could to not get too swept up in how she looked. It seemed Caelan couldn’t tell he was a mess inside. His outward appearance not giving up any secrets.

“Its messed up we are dressed all dapper and talking about the most morbid stuff.” Caelan mused as Ardyn laughed with her. He hadn't done much to his appearance, only he was wearing the new clothes he had bought earlier in the week, but he recalled Caelan considered his general attire more on the fancier or old fashioned end.

“Let’s end it on a high note, shall we? C’mon, I have the whole night planned out for us.”

Ardyn gestured his hand out to Caelan. He watched her as she glanced between his face and hand before her fingers slid against his palm. His fingers clasped over hers, savoring the touch before he guided her to his side and led the way. Ardyn could’ve sworn as they traveled through one of the city alleys that Caelan couldn’t keep her eyes off of himself. He felt good to no end that she was staring at him with adoration most of the walk while they conversed.

The performance of the Solheim epic ‘The Great Guardian’ had been a treat. Throughout the performance, Caelan was certain folks would tell Ardyn and her to shut up, for they couldn’t help but whisper back and forth at a constant. Ardyn shared what was factual to the story and what was made up given his knowledge, while Caelan explained the historical bits she was taught in school. Of course they bantered over certain characters. Finding pieces of themselves in the cast which led to some humorous moments. By the time it was over, it felt good to be out of the seats and away from the sea of people that flocked to the show.

“I’m never going to look at the gods the same way again,” Caelan let out a laugh as they exited the theater. Her right arm was locked with Ardyn’s left as he made a face.

“Really, it took a theater performance to get you to see how disgusting they are and not my tragic tale? That truly stings. To think I had your confidence.”

“You know if I only believed everything that comes out of your mouth I’d probably be dead. Haven’t you heard of there being two sides to a story? You’re downright biased.” Caelan countered playfully.

“I suppose,” Ardyn hummed. “And you’re rather naïve to believe in such things.”

“That’s a fancy way of saying you’re dumb but youthful if I ever heard it.” Caelan mused.

“Well, at least you got that going for you. You’re not the literal definition of Father Time. Utterly outdated and worn thin.”

Ardyn and Caelan both laughed rather hard at his joke. Finding irony in every sense of the term about it. They ventured back to the plaza, traveling through packed crowds witnessing street performers then crossed through the road and onto the main highway. It had been closed off as street vendors and pop-up food stands made their home for the festivities. Caelan lost track of how many food items they sampled. Her mouth was aflame with so many tastes and textures. She only stopped eating one of her peanut sauce skewers when observing Ardyn trying out a spicier rendition. He did a double a take before raising a brow.

“What is it?”

“You actually look like you’re enjoying the food and not just pretending for the sake of playing a part. You know, being human.”

“I have your cooking to thank for that,” Ardyn complimented sincerely as he took another bite of the meat, savoring the bursting flavor of the hot sauce before swallowing.

“When you lived as long as I have, it’s hard to find the simple pleasures in life satisfying. Goes for all 5 senses. I don’t need to eat to survive, but it's quite refreshing when you have something new to try out.”

“I thought you hated my cooking all this time,” Caelan laughed. “I remember one night you practically threw a tantrum over the edges of a Flexitusk steak being burnt.”

“Ah. That incident,” Ardyn smiled. “I must admit I was being a horse's ass that evening. It was nothing personal, I assure you.”

“And he curses too! The gentleman immortal has finally arrived! You’re sounding more modern by the day! Next thing you know, he's going to replace every other word with slang!”

“You’re so silly.” Ardyn laughed. Her sarcasm greatly warmed his chest as they continued walking through the endless wave of booths. “I’ve grown fond of your humor.”

“Well shoot,” Caelan smiled, looking to her right seeing someone was performing a trick with fire from afar. Her eyes were briefly transfixed by the flames and their endless shades of oranges and yellows before her attention went back to Ardyn.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Ardyn began. “Anything.”

“Do you miss Niflheim at all, not your job or anything, but the country?”

Ardyn hummed in thought. Mixed feelings came and went as he debated with himself before answering her.

“It’s rather beautiful in its own right. I believe if the empire hadn’t over-stripped its natural resources, the continent would’ve put Lucis to shame. I can’t pass judgment currently given how much has changed, but I imagine it’s improving. You know, I’ve thought about visiting there. Before seeing the king. It’s crossed my thoughts as of late.”

“Really?” Caelan was taken back. “I don’t mind taking you to the harbors if you want to go. I could focus on picking off the Einherjar while waiting for your return.”

“I’d only go if you come with me,” Ardyn stopped and looked into Caelan’s eyes. He could see her excitement at the thought along with the fear. Fear of the unknown when she had only knew Lucis her whole life, aside from Accordo for a time.

“Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Ardyn shrugged. “I enjoy your company.”

“I---” Caelan was speechless as she let out a gasp, laughing nervously. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Say you’ll come with me.” Ardyn grinned as Caelan looked off into the crowd, trying to play off her embarrassment. It was rather cute in his eyes.

“I guess I’ll go with you to Niflheim?”

“I suppose that answer is acceptable.” Ardyn mused. He reached a hand out and tucked some strands of Caelan’s hair behind her ears so they weren’t shading her eyes away. He made a face as he back tracked the conversation. “Did I hear you correctly just now, that you’d pick off the Einherjar?”

“Yeah,” Caelan nodded. “You heard correctly.”

“What sparked the desire to confront them head-on instead of running away?” To say he was genuinely curious was an understatement considering all the times Caelan suggested they run and avoid confrontation if they could help it.

“One, its like pulling off a band aid. I know I have to. I can’t keep relying on it, but it’s going to be painful. I’m acknowledging too I can’t keep doing this for the rest of my life. These past weeks being here, it’s given me a taste of normalcy. An average life. Then there’s you. I don’t want them to hurt you. When it was only me, I could care less but now I got something I want to protect, and not just for the money.”

Ardyn was touched by Caelan’s words regarding him. His mind combed through everything else she admitted to while he glanced from her eyes to her mouth. There was an impulse to want to incline forward, a need to share her breath with his own but he stopped himself.

“I wonder if you were around when I was in Niflheim’s custody if things would’ve turned out different.” Ardyn admitted. “I doubt it would but I won’t lie I entertain such thoughts. You’ve been sort of a bad influence.”

“That’s high praise coming from you.” Caelan smiled, chuckling at the latter of his remark. Her brows furrowed for a bit as they started walking again. “I’m curious, what would you call something like this in your tongue, God Speak?”

Ardyn was taken back by the change in subject, his eyes going over the meat on a stick Caelan had before he answered.

“Stick of meat would be roughly translated as Itka taaemt. Meat by itself is amet, the ta is of. Short words like to, of, for, are usually attached to the subject when writing it out. They can make words sound differently than their standalones.”

Caelan made a face. “Might be harder learning this than I thought.”

“You’ll get there,” Ardyn chuckled. “Point out something to me, I’ll translate and you repeat.”

Caelan could feel a sense of playfulness come to mind as she glanced around. There was so much going on in the city, it was hard to pick out a singular thing. So she decided to rapidly give Ardyn a list of words.

“Table, shoe, people, mail box, bicycle, and dress.”

“Ubatu, eshee, adelpeo, wamii, biceeculum, zhiadre.”

“Yoobatu, ee-shee, adelpeo, wammy, bye-seecolon, zee-padre?”

“Close enough.” Ardyn laughed. She was incredibly off on some of the pronunciations. He knew during his time it would’ve made people cringe. Nevertheless, he greatly admired her for trying and not being afraid to make a fool of herself.

“Let’s try something simple,” Ardyn suggested. He stopped Caelan from walking, gently grabbing her by the waist and pulled her to the side near one of the stands so they would avoid foot traffic. He glanced over her, smiling as his hands moved to her face.

“Kipi,” He gently tugged on Caelan’s left earlobe, causing her to laugh as she repeated it.

“Kipi, earlobe er, ears?” She felt relieved when Ardyn nodded that she translated correctly.

“Kaabi,” He pinched one of her cheeks. His smile growing wide as her face scrunched.

“Kaabi, cheeks.”

“Siguwu,” His fingertips briefly touched her eyebrows.

“Siguwu, eyebrows”

“Esonee,” He booped her nose watching her smile as she laughed.

“Esonee, nose.”

“Uulos,” He gently tapped either side of her eyes, minding not to venture too close.

“Uulos, eyes.”

Ardyn’s hand hovered close to Caelan’s face. He stopped himself from continuing for the briefest of seconds. His eyes traveling to where he wanted to go next. His mouth partially opened as his thumb caressed Caelan’s bottom lip.

“Saru,” He murmured.

Caelan felt a pleasant chill travel down her neck and arms. Her brain felt like it had short circuited as she couldn’t bring herself to repeat what Ardyn said. In the quiet haze that began to overtake her, Caelan’s right index finger reached up and pressed gently to Ardyn’s top lip.

“Mouth.”

“Hhm-hm.” Ardyn nodded.

“Hey, get a room!” The random holler by a passing man running down the road snapped both Ardyn and Caelan out of the moment.

Ardyn bitterly glared in the direction the man took, feeling the temptation to somehow eviscerate him on the spot until Caelan put a hand on his shoulder while she grimaced.

“Ignore him. Just an idiot, right?”

“Right,” Ardyn muttered begrudgingly. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, had the blubbering idiot not intervened, Ardyn wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t have claimed her mouth with his own. The thought had his face pinkening as he sighed. It was ridiculous to contemplate such things, and he decided to leave them at that: mere intrusive thoughts.

“I could’ve wrung him by the neck.”

“You’ll have plenty of opportunities for that, I’m sure.” Caelan chuckled, catching Ardyn raising a brow at her. He shook his head, a sly smile coming to his features as he cleared his throat. He needed a distraction.

“Enlighten me. What’s something you never got to experience?”

The legitimate curiosity in his eyes had Caelan mentally stammering. She had a long list of things, having missed a substantial amount of coming of age activities that most normal Lucians got to experience by the time they reached adulthood.

“How many can you handle?”

“Let’s start with one and work our way up.” Ardyn mused.

“I’ve never been dancing.” Caelan shook her head.

“Wait, did my ears deceive me just now?”

“No, you heard right. It  wasn’t a thing at academy unlike regular school. And the few events I went to chaperone with my father, I couldn’t partake in any celebrations. Always having to be on guard, you know?”

“We are changing that,” Ardyn said quickly. Taking Caelan by the hand and guiding her back through the crowd of people. He led her through the street and back to the plaza area so quickly, Caelan barely had time to register the environment shifting around them. Her body hummed with a strong reverberation, knowing he must’ve partially used his teleporting abilities on them both.

As they ventured deep into the heart of Lestallum, Caelan could hear the music. The array of instruments and machines being played had her feeling overwhelmed. She could witness people of all ages gathered about. Most dancing to their own tune or following the patterns of a small crowd. Her face began lighting up as protests fell from her mouth.

“Ardyn, wait! No, no!”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Ardyn exclaimed.

“I don’t know what to even do!”

“I’ll teach you!”

“I’ll look ridiculous!”

“Cahl, you are naturally ridiculous, don’t be shy!”

“Wow, thanks.” Caelan said bluntly. She laughed afterward as Ardyn joined in. He stopped them both from traveling, staying to the side with the bystanders while waiting for the tune to drop into something different. He didn’t want to drag Caelan into the middle of a tempo that she couldn’t keep up with.

“I didn’t think you’d be into this kind of thing.” Caelan said, trying to distract Ardyn from his conquest as he let out a laugh.

“There wasn’t much for entertainment 2,000 years ago. Celebratory events were quite a commodity as you can imagine. I used to be put off by such occasions, but I’ve rather grown fond of them over time. The galas emperor Aldercapt hosted may have rubbed off on me.”

"I thought it was the alcohol that got you liking those events?"

"That too!" Ardyn laughed.

“Why don’t you share more about that with me? I think I’d like that.”

“I know what you’re attempting. Don’t think you’re off the hook because I’m giving you a history lesson.” Ardyn forewarned. He could sense Caelan’s uneasiness at being caught red handed and he smirked.

When the next song was being prepared by the live bands, he was quick to draw her close. Hands meeting hands, and feet meeting feet.

“Ardyn, I don’t know about this.” Caelan shook her head.

“Trust me,” His voice was almost seductive as he pulled her closer to him. The small smile that past his lips the only thing keeping Caelan from feeling as though she’d float away.

“I got you.”

The applause of the audience died down and the song began. The flow of the music hitting both Ardyn and Caelan’s ears as they began to move.

Initially, their bodies moved like pieces of a puzzle trying to interlock, but missed by a shape. Caelan murmured several curses as Ardyn encouraged Caelan to let go, and allow him to lead, promising she’d be free soon enough. Their movements for a time were uneven while finding a comfortable rhythm to sync with. The ruffles on Caelan’s dark purple dress swayed from the breeze that picked up through the city, beckoning her to get closer to him for warmth.

Ardyn watched as courage began to evolve from fear in Caelan's body. The sway of her hips and the free flow of her arms and legs were telling she was enjoying herself. Her features conveyed a sense of awe that had him hooked. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Not when it felt like the devil, Bahamut himself, could be pulled out from his chest.

Caelan remained foolish in her attempts to dance, yet there was a euphoria that brewed within her. A freedom that had her feeling like she would fly away with every step. She was only tethered to the earth because of Ardyn. His strength kept her steady, taking the lead and not afraid to guide her back to earth. She felt safe with him. That he wouldn't let her go.  

As they progressed their movements, small beads of sweat trickled down their faces. Short bursts of breath escaped past their lips while they encircled one another, twirled, then met back in the middle. Caelan's arms were littered with goosebumps every time Ardyn's breath ghosted over her face. The way he towered over her further added to the caress of tremors that crawled down her spine. She'd slip up matching the tempo because of that, but he'd play it off like nothing.

Ardyn's own confidence awoke as ancient memory came to aid. His hands and feet knowing where to go and where to touch like second nature as he began to teach Caelan a dance from his time. Ardyn was soft but not subtle; his intentions well known that he was in charge and inviting his partner to follow along to the pace he set. That didn't mean he didn't ease up on the reigns and give Caelan a chance to express herself, yet he wouldn't let her be led astray. He could tell from the soft laughs that fell past her lips and the way she smiled at him constantly, that she felt comfortable with him. His pulse thudded deeply in his chest seeing how she was channeling pure unadulterated joy.

Caelan for a long time during their dancing relied heavily upon Ardyn's leadership. There were situations though in which she teased him by throwing in an unexpected move. Something that seemed to keep Ardyn on his toes and challenge him. She could tell from the playful glimmer in his eyes, he enjoyed that a lot. There was no second guessing on either end once they both found a rhythm their bodies could attune with. They'd switch up to make the other push past the envelope, sometimes even across the line to where their movements were rather evocative. They didn't care. Not one for minute.

By the time several songs had come and gone, Caelan had let it all go. Her worries, her pain, her sorrow. Her mind was running on basic principal. He went left. She went left. He moved his right arm, she moved hers. They were in their own world where the balance of it all relied upon them both to be in sync with each other.

“See, you’re a natural.” Ardyn whispered to Caelan in between breaths when the final song came to an end. They both parted as the audience and fellow dancers applauded the live bands, and everyone dispersed to enjoy the other festivities Lestallum had to offer. The two of them disappeared into the crowds and ventured off to their next outing, all the while euphoric.

[divinerulerluvr]

Angelic

You and Warren decide to make a sex tape

Pairing - Warren Lipka x fem!reader

Words - 1.8k

Warnings - smut, being filmed, stoned sex, some praising, sir kink, basically just really dirty because yeah, thigh riding

A/N - Honestly, I don't know what to say here so I'll just let you read the smut. Also, why is this gif so hot?

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“God, how much longer for you to set that thing up?”

Warren fumbles with his camera, trying to get it to click into the tripod stand it rested on. “Don’t rush perfection, okay?” he says to you, finally getting it to work. “Aha! Told you i’d get it,” he says triumphantly.

You roll your eyes playfully, looking at the Sony camera he had just gotten. Warren had been really into filmography recently. Ever since he stole the camera, he’d been fucking around with it and filming every single thing.

Warren smiles, walking to where you lay out on the bed after clicking record. “Do I look good? I want my first sex tape to look good,” you ask him.

He stands at the edge of the bed, reaching down and running his hand down your cheek, “You always look good. Especially in that cute red lingerie I bought you,” he says, his horny personality showing through.

“You stole it, baby,” you counter.

He grins, nodding proudly. “Easily,” he brags. You smile, running your hand down his bare chest and torso. You bite your lower lip as your hand reaches the waistband of his sweatpants, the sight of his boxers peeking out from the top of his sweatpants being awfully hot.

A soft sigh falls from your lips as you eye fuck his body. “You have a very nice body,” you compliment, your thighs pushed together. “Well, I’m blocking the camera’s view of you so are you done?” he says, turning to face the camera he stood in front of.

You shrug, smiling widely. He moves out of the camera’s way, running his fingers through his messy hair. He kneels on the end of the bed, leaning forward and looping his fingers under your panties.

Complying, you raise your hips up from the bed to help him get them off. A part of the lingerie was stockings being held up by little red garters with a metal heart on them. Warren liked that. Hence why he stole the lingerie set for you.

Tossing the panties aside, he glances at the camera before looking back at you. “What do you want me to do, Sir?” you ask, adding the name on playfully. You close your legs, looking at Warren from where you lay on the bed.

He grins, actually liking the name. “Touch yourself for me,” he instructs you. You smile, nodding obediently. You trail your hand down your chest, skimming over the lacy bra you wore and down your stomach until you reach between your thighs.

You spread your legs, causing Warren to drool at the sight of your pussy. Your fingers find your clit, causing you to gasp softly at the feeling.

Warren runs his hand up your leg, watching intently as you pleasure yourself. Your back arches off the bed, your fingers slowly picking up pace as you indulge in how it felt. You roll your head on the pillow and look at the camera, smiling as you see the red blinking light on it.

“You’re gonna… jerk off to this in the future. Am I right?” you comment, your ragged breathing making it difficult to speak. Warren nods, chuckling like a perv. A very, very hot perv, though.

Warren becomes tired of just watching and leans over you, pulling you into his lap. You giggle, your legs saddling his thigh. His hands hold your back, keeping you in place as he kisses you. You impatiently kiss back, turned on by the camera that films the two of you.

You grind your hips down on his thigh, your fingers threading through the shaggy hair that covers the back of his neck. You pull back from the kiss, your head falling back slightly as you continue to ride his thigh.

“You’re so fucking hot, Y/n,” he admires, his hands moving down to your ass and squeezing. You smile, heat rising through your body. “Get that joint,” he instructs.

You lean back, grabbing the joint and the lighter from the nightstand beside you. You place it between your lips, Warren taking the lighter and pressing the flame to the tip. You inhale, your eyes on his as he pulls the lighter back.

Exhaling the smoke deeply, you pass the joint to Warren as you continue to ride his thigh. Your breathing grows heavy as Warren puffs on the joint, blowing a steady stream of smoke into your face. You inhale his smoke, smiling happily as he places the joint back between your lips and allows you to inhale as he keeps it in his hand.

Your hands rest on his shoulders, exhaling your smoke as you moan quietly. “I’m so fucking horny,” you comment. Warren smiles, letting you take another hit from the joint and taking one for himself before he wraps his arms around your back and moves you so you lay on the bed, him over top of you.

Giggling softly, you reach your hand up and push some of his hair from his face. “I really like you,” you say. He smiles, settling comfortably between your open legs. “I really like you, too,” he replies.

He leans back, pulling his sweatpants off as you unclasp your bra and toss it onto the floor. You look at the camera, smiling at it and sticking out your tongue.

“What’re you doing?” he asks as he settles back over top of you. “Smiling to future you who is probably jerking off to this,” you tell him, moving so that you could kiss him. He kisses you back, his clothed boner rubbing against your pussy.

His hands find your breasts, squeezing them in his palm as he always does. You go straight for his boxers, pulling them down. Warren chuckles into the kiss at your eagerness, his hands trailing down your chest and going directly between your thighs.

“Your skin is so soft, angel. I could touch you forever,” he whispers, his lips grazing over yours as he pulls back from the kiss. “I’m fine with that,” you reply, looking into his beautiful eyes.

He quickly locates your clit, your body jolting as he just barely touches you. You moan, your head falling back against the pillow as he spreads your wetness through your pussy. “I knew you’d like being filmed,” he comments slyly.

You smile weakly, whining as he pulls his hand from between your thighs. “Such a needy thing,” he says. You run your hand down his back, only to drag your nails back up to leave a trail of scratches behind.

Your eyes go to between your bodies, focusing on how he pushed slowly into you. You suck in through your teeth, never quite used to the feeling of him filling you up.

He pets your hair, his eyes focused on how beautiful your face looked as you adjusted to his dick. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, your walls tightening around his dick. “Relax, baby,” he says softly, feeling your chest heave against his.

Bottoming out in you, he slowly draws his hips back and thrusts into you. Your breath catches, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“God, Warren,” you pant as he picks up a steady rhythm that was both sensual and rough at the same time. He was good at that. You push your hips up against his, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

Your chest presses against his, his hand finding its way to your wrists and holding them bound above your head. You moan softly, your noise being cut off as he kisses you again. The kiss was sloppy and slow this time, his tongue exploring your mouth.

His lips trail down to your jawline and starts to make sure to leave hickeys on your neck and collarbone. You moan, a smile on your lips as he fucks you. “Warren…” you pant out, your eyes watering.

“Call me ‘Sir’ again. It’s hot,” he says into your skin.

“Yes sir,” you reply, weaving your fingers through his hair.

Your response lit something in him and he flips the two of you over, laying on his back and keeping himself inside of you as you settle on top of him. Understanding what he wanted you to do, you start rocking your hips back and forth.

His fingers dig into your left hip, his right hand grabbing the joint and inhaling it. You start bouncing up and down on him, your hands placed on his chest for balance.

Your eyes flutter shut, your lip stuck between your teeth as you try and reach your orgasm. “Fuck,” you curse, not sure if you could last longer than two minutes. Warren lays back with a dazed expression, his eyes focused on your tits as they bounce with your movements.

Just on the edge of an orgasm, Warren decides he wants to switch positions and gets you back under him. You giggle softly, laying back on the bed as Warren starts to thrust into you again.

He grabs your hand, placing it on your lower stomach and holding it there. “You feel that?” he asks, referencing how his dick thrusting in and out of you was visible in your lower stomach. You nod, pressing your lips together as you feel your legs quiver.

Using the hand he had placed on top of yours he pushes down just slightly. You exhale shakily, your pussy clenching as he presses onto your lower stomach.

“Sir, I’m so close,” you pant pathetically, writhing on the bed underneath him. “Mm, how can I say no to such a good girl?” he smirks, his tone enough to make you cum already. “You can cum,” he whispers, his lips grazing your ear.

His fingers lace with yours as you cum, a suffocated moan leaving your lips. Your hand grips his, your entire body vibrating with pleasure.

Warren soon follows, cumming inside of you as you were in the midst of your high. You shiver, your hand still tightly tangled with his. Warren’s thrusts slow and he soon pulls out. You watch tiredly as he grabs the camera, too drained to even bother.

He pulls your legs back open, the camera pointed directly at your pussy that was filled with his cum. You chuckle, letting him do what he wanted because you knew he wasn’t going to do much with this video.

“All mine. See, I even claimed it,” he comments jokingly, running his fingertip over your hypersensitive clit. Your body jumps and Warren chuckles.

“Stop being stupid and come cuddle with me,” you say, watching as he turns off the camera and sets it on the nightstand. Warren gets into bed finally, pulling you onto his chest. You tangle your leg with his, your fingers lacing with his as your head rests on his chest.

“‘Night,” you say, already half asleep. Warren plays with your hair, his eyes looking at the ceiling. “Goodnight,”

[cowboy-turtle]

Stress Relief

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Words: 3900

Tags: Oral (M & F Receiving), Masturbation, P in V Sex, Mention of Javi’s Jaw Tick (which should come with its own disclaimer honestly) 

Notes: Happy Friday! Another Spicy Pascalitos co-write with Katie, Queen of Chaos & Ruler of the Javi Sluts

The turn of a key in the door grabs your attention. It’s already 10pm and you had just started to wonder if Javi was gonna end up stuck at work all night. You know he’s been going through a lot lately -  a lot of dead ends with information not panning out, Pablo and his sicarios always seeming to be one step ahead.

You make your way to the door as it opens and Javi steps inside. You can tell how tense he is by the way he’s clenching his jaw, letting it tick slightly to the right. That fucking jaw tick - you love it, it turns you on instantly every time you see it, even though you know it’s because he’s stressed. Maybe it’s because it usually leads to incredible sex...

"Hi...long day?" you ask, wrapping your arms around him as you greet him. You take in his smell of whiskey and cigarettes, a scent you used to despise but now you crave it.

"I've had better," he grunts, placing one of his hands across your back and the other on your cheek, brushing the hair out of your face. He leans his face into yours and places a soft kiss on your lips. God, he’s delicious. As he starts to pull away you grab him by his belt loops, causing him to crash back into you, hard. Your lips meet each other again, hungrily this time, you can feel his tension in the way he’s kissing you and you want to do what you can to help.

You bite on his bottom lip causing him to wince as your hands move towards his belt buckle, fumbling to free his cock which is now hard and pressing against his zipper.

“Princesa,” he moans into you, “what do you think you’re doing.” “Please, Javi” you plead as you finally get his jeans open, licking your lips at the sight of his erection. “You’re stressed, I want to help.”

Javi moves both hands up to your face pressing his lips into yours before taking a step back, you take it as a sign to keep going. You sink to your knees quickly, eyes going wide at Javi’s impressive length, you’ll never get used to it.

You bite your lip, grabbing his thighs and looking up at him through your eyelashes. His eyes are screwed shut and his upper body is leaning against the door.

“I wanna make you feel good Javi.” with that you take the tip of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue along the soft skin. Javi places a hand on your face and uses his thumb to stroke your cheek. You look up at him again as you take his cock further into your mouth. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and lets his hand fall away from your face, his head moving back to rest against the door. From this angle you can see his throat and jaw perfectly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.

You close your eyes and allow your head to move in a rhythm with his dick in your mouth, he was too large for you to take all of him without choking so you move one hand up from his thigh to wrap around the base of him.

“Fuck baby,” he moans lowly, his hips canting ever so slightly forward as you dip your head back towards him. You watch his fingers scratch against the wood of the doorframe behind him and know he’s trying his best not to push you, but that’s the last thing you care about right now. You lean backward on the balls of your feet and pop him out of your mouth to the sound of his groan. You use the slick of your saliva to pump the head of his dick as you stare up at his tensed expression.

“Javi,” you whisper in your bedroom voice that drives him wild. “I want you to use me.”

You meet his dark gaze as he studies you, your curled fist still pleasuring him as you wait for his next move. One of his hands reaches out to hold your chin softly, bumping your face up more.

“You’d like that?” he asks, a thumb swiping your swollen lower lip as you open your mouth to swirl your tongue around the finger.

“Yes, sir,” you smirk back, and his thumb presses down harder.

“Then open wider.” You oblige, your tongue sticking out as he leans forward towards you, spitting into your mouth as you moan.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, removing his hand. “Show me how much you want it.”

You hear his words as a challenge and lean forward again to his hardened cock. You know how sensitive his tip is and spend your time there, swirling your tongue and stiffening it to swipe at the underside of it, eliciting a hissed response from above you. You slowly suck it into your mouth and hollow out your cheeks, easing down his length as Javi cards his fingers through your hair, slightly gripping your scalp.

You drink in his sounds of pleasure as you bob your head onto him, taking more and more of him until you gag slightly, stilling yourself as your nose barely tickles against his curls.

“F-fuck,” he breathes, “take me so good.”

You moan at his praise and the vibrations from your throat make his thighs shake slightly from underneath him. You try to take more of him but only gag again, and his hands on your head stop you.

“What, you like that?” he chuckles darkly. “Like choking on my cock, princesa?”

You glance up at him, tears pricking your eyes as his jaw slackens at the look on your face.

“Keep going,” he whispers, as you look back down to withdraw slowly to the tip before sucking him back into your mouth, your head starting to move faster at his groans of encouragement. Your tongue flicks against the underside of his cock and you can feel his body start to stiffen against you. His fingers tighten against your scalp as you feel his hips start to buck, unable to stop from fucking your hot mouth.

“Yes baby,” he pants, his eyes screwed shut as you meet his thrusts, your jaw starting to hurt from how thick he is. “Yes, righ-oh, oh fuck.” You feel his movements start to stutter and know he’s getting close.

“Wanna cum on that pretty face, Princesa,” he moans. You withdraw your mouth with a wet popping sound, a string of saliva following your mouth as his cock is absolutely drenched from you. You twist your wrist against his length and jerk him off as one of his hands leaves your hair to grasp at the door behind him.

“Please Javi,” you beg, voice slightly shaky and hoarse from your raw throat. “Please cum for me.”

He groans something low and sinful that travels straight to your pussy as he bucks into your hand and you open your mouth wide and expectant for him. He takes one look at your face and his expression crumbles, gasping quickly as his cock twitches and spurts in your hand, coating your mouth and dribbling down your chin. He shakily slows down his speed as you pump your hand a few more times until he shivers from oversensitivity. Withdrawing your hand slowly, you bring it up to your mouth and meet his eyes as you swallow and lick your fingers clean. He reaches down to swipe his finger across your chin, gathering the rest to bring it up to your lips and you happily accept, your tongue sucking against him until he slides his fingers back out.

“Alright, Princesa, my turn,” Javi says, catching his breath. “As much as I love seeing how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth, you know that hearing you scream my name is my favorite way to de-stress.”  

With all of the uncertainty he faces every day at work there is one place Javier Peña has control over and that is here, in this bedroom, between your thighs. No matter what type of day he has or what’s going on in his life, his main concern has always been you.

You look up at him, licking the corner of your mouth to gather up that last bit of his cum, savoring his taste. His words send a fire straight to your core as if you weren’t wet enough from having him in your mouth, from the noises you were able to draw from him. You were soaked through your sleep shorts, pussy quivering in anticipation for what Javi was going to do next.

He reaches a hand to the back of your neck and guides you up to him. “Jav-” he cuts you off with his mouth crashing into yours once more, his tongue seeking entry as he desperately needs more of you. He lets out a moan as his free hand begins to explore your body, gliding under your shirt as he grabs your right breast in his hand, rolling your nipple between the pads of his fingers. You groan into his mouth as he leans back against the door once more and juts his leg between your thighs, providing your clit some much needed pressure as you begin to roll your hips and seek your own high.

“So wet already,” he coos, feeling your arousal through your shorts on his thigh. “All this for me? You like it when I fuck your mouth?”

His hand on your neck reaches back into your hair and yanks you back as his face buries itself in your breasts, alternating between kisses and soft bites before taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hardening peak. When he’s satisfied with his work he moves to the other side, murmuring praises and peppering kisses as he works his way across your chest. Your movements on his thigh become more erratic as the heat of an orgasm begins to build when you feel Javi’s hand make its way to the front of your throat and he lifts you off of him.

“Now mi amor, let’s move somewhere a little more comfortable for the both of us.”

You let out a whine, already missing the friction between your legs as he turns you around.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” he commands, giving you a little shove forward with his palm between your shoulder blades. You do as you’re told, dropping clothes on your way when you hear the turn of the deadbolt. Javi turns and chuckles seeing the trail of your clothes leading to the door. Following suit, he kicks off his jeans, the buckle landing on the floor with a thud, and undoes the remainder of his shirt buttons, dropping it to the floor.

His footsteps approach slowly as you lay on the bed, legs slightly open. Your hand drifts down your body until it’s between your thighs, running your fingers along the wet slit of your entrance before finding their place on your clit, desperate not to lose that climax you were so close to achieving. The sound of his footsteps stops and you look up through your knees to see his silhouette in the doorway leaning against the frame.

“Go on,” he says with a smirk and wipes his bottom lip with his thumb. “I’m enjoying the view.”

You smile devilishly back at him and return to your ministrations, slowly crooking a finger in and gasping at the sensation of your wet heat. Your mouth falls open as you start fucking yourself, never breaking eye contact with Javi as he observes you from the doorway. You had been playing up your noises of pleasure, on the brink of a pornographic performance for Javi, but they soon turn into unprovoked whimpers as you drag your soaked fingers back up to your swollen clit. Your eyes had closed to focus on building back up to your climax, and when you peek back to Javi you see him slowly pumping his growing erection, already hardening again as his dark eyes drink in your pussy. A soft whine escapes your lips as you close your eyes again, speeding up your fingers at the image of him touching himself to you.

You start to breathe in short pants as you near your orgasm again, your other hand grabbing your breast to roll your nipple.

“Are you close, baby?” Javi’s gruff voice asks from a distance.

“Yes,” you moan, back starting to arch off the bed as you feel the beginning tingles overtake you. You know in a few more seconds you’ll be over the edge, and your core begins to tense up in anticipation.

Your fingers are suddenly ripped away from your pussy as you shoot your eyes open, a sharp cry escaping your lips as your fleeting orgasm crumbles just as quickly as it was built. You buck your hips against nothing, toes curled as you’re left panting, staring up at Javi angrily as he grips your wrist in his large hand.

“I thought I said I wanted to hear you scream my name,” he growls.

You shudder slightly at the deep register of his domineering voice, your anger dissolving.

“I-I will,” you tremble out, “I promise. Please, let me be good for you.” You shift to release your wrist but he only holds it tighter, bringing your wet fingers to his mouth and slowly enveloping them with his tongue. He closes his eyes with a sigh, lapping up your arousal from your fingertips as you let out a whimper.

“Please, Javi,” you plead again, squirming underneath him. “Please let me finish.”

His eyes open to study you once again. “Fine,” he relents, “but only because you taste so fucking good.”

He presses a kiss to your palm but doesn’t release your wrist, holding it to your side instead, as he sinks down in front of you. You have to remind yourself to breathe as he admires your glistening cunt for a moment, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee and then slowly dragging his tongue up towards your heat. You clench around nothing, but then his mouth is only panting hot breaths against you, taking in your scent before he’s licking down the other thigh. Your hips buck up as he makes another pass, his mustache rubbing against your skin as he chuckles darkly.

“Javi,” you cry out impatiently.

“There we go,” he smiles, biting lightly at the juncture of your thigh that causes you to yelp. He soothes the mark with swirls of his hot tongue, so close to where you want him that you’re writhing underneath him.

“Javi,” your voice wavers his name desperately. “Please, Javi, pl---”

You gasp as his tongue finally swipes your slit, teasing against it as if asking for permission to enter. You roll your hips against the sensation and he hums against you as he spreads his palm against your stomach to keep you down. Finally, so achingly slow, he stiffens his tongue and drags it into your heat, plunging it inside you and tracing it up to your clit. He groans at your taste, his pupils blown out watching you as he flicks his tongue lightly. You’re already so sensitive that the shockwaves of his teeth grazing your clit reverberate through you with so much more intensity as you shudder underneath him.

The quick, sharp pain of his teeth is soon replaced with his tongue once more, and he alternates between heavy, insistent swipes and quick, light circles as he edges you closer. His hand releases your wrist and you curl it into his hair, pulling lightly and gasping at the vibrations of his groan. He slides his hand down to grab your ankle, shifting your leg up and over his shoulder to rest on his broad back. The new position changes the angle of his mouth against you, and then you feel two of his fingers slide into you with ease. He starts fucking you open, tongue keeping pace with his thrusts as low moans vibrate in his chest at the sounds of you moaning out his name, unable to stop yourself. The air is heavy with the slick sounds of his mouth and fingers in you, and you grab onto the sheets to anchor yourself as you begin to tense up. He hums his approval, and then you feel his lips wrap around your clit, sucking against it and twirling it with a heavenly pressure that’s sending you over the edge.

Your thighs clamp down around his head as you lift up, eyes clenched shut as you’re screaming his name. Your orgasm feels like jolts of electricity, shaking and tensing the muscles all over your body, and all you can do is accept the wracks of pleasure consuming you. The blood rushing in your ears stops you from hearing your voice call out oh, Javi and oh, God over and over, almost as if the two were interchangeable.

You’re still shuddering through aftershocks as Javi slowly draws away from you, sliding out his fingers to observe the wetness leaking out of you.

“So pretty, mi amor,” he sighs as if enjoying a work of art. He kisses your thigh and you shake again, a small gasp escaping your throat.

“God, Javi” you start when you’re finally able to string words together. “That was-“

“Oh we are not done yet,” he says, placing kisses on your hips, then across your stomach, working his way up your body in symmetry and he climbs onto the bed, making sure not to miss a single spot. He takes in a deep breath in the crook of your neck as he lowers himself down, leg thrown over yours, erection pressing into your hip, when he drags his fingers through your wet folds and brings them up to your mouth.

“Open up, baby,” he says as he looks at you and brings, eyes still dilated and dark with lust. “Want you to see how good you taste.”

You do as he says and take him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around them, moaning at the tangy taste of your arousal. You feel his cock twitch in response to your sounds and he shifts his weight over you, removing his fingers from your lips with a pop. He drags his length along your wet cunt as he captures your mouth with his once more, pressing you into the pillows behind you. His arms find their place on either side of your head as he toys with you, rocking his hips against yours and allowing the friction to build between your thighs but not giving you the full contact you seek. You wrap your arms under him, nails dragging down his back as you try to pull him in closer to you, sending a shiver down his back. The heat begins to build within you once more and you roll your hips up, meeting his motions as he gathers your arousal until he stops suddenly, the tip of his cock pressing lightly against your entrance.  

“Javi, I need you” you moan into his mouth.

“Tell me, baby” he responds, his tone softer this time. “Tell me what you need from me.”

“I need you to fu-“ Javi thrusts into you with ease and you let out a surprised gasp, not expecting the sudden fullness. He’s deliberate with his movements, pulling out slowly until just the tip of him remains before slamming back into you. You wrap your legs around him in an attempt to pull him in deeper, grinding your hips with each pump into you. He’s drawing it out, waiting to hear you scream for more and you’re happy to give it to him.

“Oh, fuck, Javi” you exclaim, “Move. Faster. please.”

He picks up his pace, your hips bucking up to meet his rhythm but he’s still careful, not wanting to reach his release before you come undone beneath him once more.

“Feel so good, baby,” he coos, “always so fucking tight.” He slips his arm under your right leg and brings it up over his shoulder, switching the angle and allowing him to reach even deeper into you. That does it. This slight change in position has him hitting that perfect spot with every thrust and your next orgasm builds at a rapid pace. Your right hand digs into the bedsheets, desperate to find something to ground you as your other hand continues to grasp at his shoulder. Your breaths shift to guttural cries - the sounds of your pleading and cries of his name fill the air and mixes with the sinful noises of his hips meeting yours. It doesn’t take long before you’re right on the edge.

“Javi, yes, right there!” you say between breaths, “I’m so close!”

His hand finds its way around your throat with a firm yet gentle squeeze as he leans into you.

“So cum for me, Princesa,” he growls into your ear. “Now.”

And just like that your second orgasm rushes over you, stronger than the first, and you’re seeing stars. You try to scream out Javi’s name but his hand around your throat keeps you quiet, letting it out in a breathy moan instead. Nails digging into his back, you clench around him as you cum, sending him right over the edge with you. His grip around your throat finally loosens as he reaches his own peak, you feel his cock twitch as he empties himself into you and cries out your name.

The shift of his hand from your throat lets you free your leg which you return to around his waist, pulling your bodies together. You tangle your hands in his hair, kissing him deeply as you ride out your orgasms until you’re both breathless, reveling in each other’s warmth. Javi reaches a hand up to your cheek and cups your face gently, smiling down at you with his soft brown eyes before placing a tender kiss on your nose and forehead. You stay like this for a few minutes before he slips out of you, making you wince slightly at the loss of warmth.

“Thank you, Princesa,” he whispers before getting out of the bed and walking to the bathroom. You hear some shuffling around and Javi comes back in with a damp washcloth. He places a soft kiss on the inside of each knee and carefully cleans you up before tossing the washcloth to the side and climbing back up into bed next to you. He slides an arm under your shoulder and rolls you over onto him, his warm hand spread across your back as his thumb gently strokes your spine. You throw your leg over his and place your hand on his chest, drawing little circles as you place a kiss on his jaw.

“Thank you for what?” you finally ask.

Javier draws in a breath before placing another kiss on your forehead. “For this. For taking care of me. For everything.”

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MORNING CUDDLES.

eijirou kirishima x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 2.8k

note(s): eiji and his partner call each other love 25/8 and no u cannot tell me otherwise >:(

italian translation - translator !!

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

Your hand snuck its way out from under the duvet, blindly searching for your phone in order to shut off the nuisance that was your alarm. Once you did, you slowly let your eyes drift open and meet the blank canvas of the ceiling above.

The sun was peeking through the blinds off to the left side, causing streaks of light to form on your bedroom walls and bed itself. None of them obstructed your vision luckily, there was nothing worse than lying in bed only to have the sun blind you. A light snore interrupted your tiredness and caused your eyes to open wider, directing them off to the right to meet that of your boyfriend, Eijirou.

As per usual, he looked at peace during his state of slumber. His mouth hung slightly open to reveal his iconic sharpened teeth as snores broke through them. His usual gelled up hair was now ironed down to structure his face and practically conceal it with the amount there. It swept over one of his eyes - though didn't stop the scar on his right one peeking through. The rest of his hair was mushed up between his cheek and the pillow his head lay on.

You smiled at the sight, losing yourself in his handsomeness for a moment before leaning forwards to peck his forehead softly. You then pulled back the covers on your side, making an effort (reluctantly) to sit yourself up and swing your legs over the end of the bed. Just as you were about to find the means to stand, something tugged you back causing you to gasp. It was only when Eijirou's voice hit your ear that you processed what happened.

"Morning," The redhead let out, voice hoarse and deeper than usual to signal the classic case of morning croak, something you always loved to hear first thing. An arm snaked around your front to pull you back against Eijirou's abdomen. With a little smile, you turned your face to the love of your life, who was tiredly gazing at you.

"Good morning," You faintly sang. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhhm," Eijirou replied, using his spare hand to reach up and rub his waking eyes at the same time as he released a mighty yawn. "You?"

"Like a baby," Was your answer as Eijirou allowed his hand to gently graze your forearm affectionately. You hummed softly, not wanting to move one bit from the comfort. If anything, you would have liked to have remained under his touch the entire day. Something about his subtle physical signs of adoration brought you head over heels for him, even more so than you already were. But you knew it couldn't last forever. So after a minute of sweet quiet, you proceeded to shift forwards to try and get up. Only to find the grip on you tighten and a disgruntled noise of protest to leave Eijirou's throat.

"Love, I gotta get up," You spoke and turned back to him with a sigh. "I've got that meeting at 10, remember?"

"No," Was the only thing you received back from your partner. Eijirou looked up gently into your E/C eyes. "Five more minutes?"

At first, you went to say a flat no, mainly because you'd expected him to act like this despite knowing full well you were going out. But you eventually concluded on a compromise to try and be smart about it. Fingers playing with the sheets of your bed, you spoke up once more.

"How about you let me go grab us a hot drink and then five more minutes?" It seemed to do the trick. Eijirou paused in thought before gently mumbling an 'okay', the grip on you loosening to give you the freedom to stand up. Once you stood upright you looked back to Eijirou, who was following your every move through tired red eyes.

"I'll come back in sec okay?"

"You better,"

This clingy side to Eijirou usually came out on the first day or two of him having time off work. Since he was a Pro-Hero he could sometimes be working days on end without a break, so moments like this the pair of you really treasured to maintain a healthy relationship. You smiled during your trip to the kitchen, his touch still on your mind as you started to prepare yourself a steaming F/H/D and a simple black coffee for Eijirou.

On your way back to the bedroom you made a pit stop to go to the toilet and somewhat freshen yourself up. All you did was brush your hair and wash your face (you planned to do make-up later) and then you were heading back to Eijirou. You opened the door with your foot since both hands were occupied by mugs.

"I told you I wasn't going to be long,"

"It was too long," His voice came from the bundle of covers, a head poking out from under as you saw a flash of a toothy grin. It was more tired than usual but still held the same passion nonetheless.

"Somebody's impatient,"

"Whatever. Now let me use you as a pillow," Eijirou uttered, waiting for you to put the drinks down and to get into bed. Pulling back the cream covers of your shared bed you were soon engulfed by arms as a head found refuge on your chest.

"Happy?" You said with a laugh. Eijirou nodded and let his eyes close, listening to the sound of your heartbeat against his cheek with a soft grin. He then felt himself get even more at home when your fingertips guided themselves to play with the ends of his hair.

"Yes,"

---

"Come on, Eijirou... I need to go get ready," You whined, rolling your eyes at the silence you received back. Only the soft and light pecks of kisses landing on your shoulder blade signalled Eijirou's distraction, almost pretending to be deaf for his own personal benefit. You rolled back in order to make him stop, looking up at Eijirou in protest. At first, he sent you a nearly offended gaze at daring to make such a movement, claiming he wasn't finished and had intentions of carrying on. Though slowly his jaw altered to a pout, reaching to tuck some hair behind your ear.

"Do you have to go?" Eijirou mumbled and leaned down to peck your lips.

"Yes, I do," You answered.

"Can't you just call in sick or something?"

"I already did that three weeks ago... so probably not,"

"Please?"

"I said I can't. Now get up, lazy bones,"

You went to get up once more, this time forcing yourself through the gripping fingers and hands of Eijirou to escape the bed. When you came out successful you released a small laugh of triumph much to Eijirou's dismay. It was there you walked to your closet and took the clothes hanging over the door on a clothing hanger, looking back at Eijirou whose face had now emerged further from under the covers to watch you.

"Is it even an important meeting, love?" Eijirou said, eyes following as you shuffled back to the bed and put the clothes at the bottom. You released a sigh as you turned to put the clothing hanger back in the closet, not aware of the cheap move Eijirou made when you weren't looking and instead answered his question.

"Not really? But because I missed the last one - no thanks to you, I think it'd be better I should get to this one," Wandering back to the bed, slipping off the shirt you'd stolen off Eijirou the night before as you did, Eijirou rolled his eyes and undermined your words.

"So... miss this one and go to the next,"

"As I recall you said that last time and promised you wouldn't say it when it occurred again... but here we are," There was a little smirk on your face when you caught him rolling his eyes, and in response, you playfully tossed the shirt you'd had on at the redhead. Eijirou snickered and managed to catch it before it hit his face, going to crumple it into a ball and place it next to him.

"You throw like a girl,"

"And you scream like one, doofus,"

"I'm not a doofus... doofus,"

Eijirou couldn't help but smirk in amusement at you, his face lighting up all the more into a bright beam when he heard a laugh release on your part. You were just finishing buttoning up your collar shirt as Eijirou watched, arms crossing over his chest. He cocked his head back against the headrest as well as to the side in thought.

"I ever tell you that you look good in shirts like that?" The redhead stated, receiving a glare that had formed on your face.

"Don't you get any ideas,"

"Wasn't suggesting any, just stating the obvious," He raised his arms in defence as you sat down on the bed by his legs, reaching for the blazer.

"That's also something you said last time and look what happened there - wait where's my...?" You were one sleeve through your blazer when you noticed that one of your pieces of clothing was missing. The navy blue pencil skirt that matched your top half to be more specific. You looked behind and around you, and also to the closet thinking you forgot to grab it with everything else, proceeding to frown in thought.

You swore you hung it up there and -

With a heavy exhale, you felt your body twist around and turn to a particularly quiet Eijirou sitting behind you.

His expression read it all like he was trying to be both obvious and mysterious all in one go in order to get you to question him. It most definitely worked, a hand meeting your hip as you stood upright and quirked a quizzical brow.

"Eiji?"

"Hm? What is it, dearest?"

"Can I have my skirt back please?"

"What do you mean? I don't have your skirt," His growing smirk and amusement in his eyes betrayed his words, refusing to make eye contact with you in a playful manner you'd seen countless times before.

"Okay, so where is it then?"

"I don't know," He innocently shrugged. "Maybe the skirt fairy came and took it,"

"The skirt fairy," You repeated, disbelief laced in your voice.

"Yep," He said through a laugh. "I don't know what to tell you, love. There can't be any other explanation,"

"Just give me back my skirt before I get behind on time,"

"I don't have it,"

"Yes, you do,"

"No, I don't,"

"Don't make me jump you, bitch,"

"I honestly wouldn't com- oof!"

Before Eijirou could finish his sentence, he only just managed to catch you when you pounced at him without remorse. Luckily he just managed to protect himself and readjusted your intended position, victoriously smirking up at you and pointing a finger.

"Hah! Not this time!"

"I hate you sometimes,"

"No, you don't. You love me,"

"I swear to god -," You let out, arms crossing over your chest. Eijirou had sat you on top of him, legs on either side of him as he remained under the covers. "Can I please just have my skirt back?"

"You mean the one that's under the sheets by my feet?" He blankly stated, letting his hands rest themselves on your hips quite comfortably. He couldn't help but laugh at your less than amused expression.

"Why can't you just let me get ready?"

"I'm not stopping you... I'm just making it more difficult,"

"Educate me on how?"

"Well the only way to get your skirt is to get back into bed... and if you get back into bed I'm not letting you get back out,"

"You're really being this persistent, hm?"

"Maybe a little more than intended,"

You hopelessly sighed, looking at the ceiling with a mental cry of both impatience and leisure. The inner want to go to your wardrobe and pull out a fresh skirt was the easy way out, yes, but the temptation of the game Eijirou intended to play was getting to you more than expected. That and you knew he wouldn't let you simply get off him, the grip on your waist not only implying endearing affection.

Eijirou raised his voice, reeling you back to his attention. Despite your annoyance, you did make an effort to admire his features. From his loose hair to his fixed jawline where the tint of a smirk riddled with confidence rested. The pretty glow in his carmine gaze drew you in each time without a fault. He was so undeniably attractive, no doubt about it.

"You know what sounds fun?"

"What?" Partly having a sense of what was to leave his lips.

"If you...," He paused as he subtly cocked his head at you. "Stayed in bed and cuddled with me all morning," Another pause. "Because I haven't seen you in four or five days and I miss you,"

"But we watched a movie and spent some time together last night knowing I was going out today,"

"Yeah but... you're cute on a morning,"

"Opposed to other times when I'm not?" It was Eijirou's turn to send you a little glare in protest before he returned to his pleading nature.

"You're cute all the time,"

Yet another few seconds of quiet.

"Just - stay with me today? And do your meeting-thingy tomorrow?"

"You, Eijirou Kirishima, are going to be the death of me," Leaning down to rest your forehead on Eijirou's shoulder whilst releasing a long groan from the back of your throat. Maybe not so great of an idea since that allowed him to wrap you right into his grasp, you held yourself there briefly as he allowed his fingertips to mess with your hair.

"Probably," Eijirou mumbled softly, tilting his head against yours as he once again let his touch wander. The unexpected cuddle definitely didn't go unnoticed as you pondered in your position, practically ready to fall asleep when Eijirou started to rub up and down your back. Like a moth to a flame, he had you wrapped around his finger, knowing that in the end, he was always going to get his own way. Of course, in other circumstances, he'd usually let you win. But not when it came to morning cuddles.

Definitely not when it came to morning cuddles.

As if waiting for you to talk, Eijirou stared into your strands of H/C hair whilst inhaling the scent of coconut from the shampoo you used the evening prior. He expectantly caressed your hip, his final attempt to win you over confidently coming to a climax at the word that exited your mouth.

"Fine,"

You could practically feel the smirk against the back of your head as Eijirou's touch became all the more prominent and rewarding. He let one of his arms extend out to grab your phone, handing it over to you as you hesitantly sat up with a hotness to your cheeks and found the contact of your workplace.

Eijirou simply watched you the whole time, taking you all in like he was casting gaze upon you for the first time. No matter how many times that happened, he still managed to find you all the more beautiful. He ran a hand through his flattened hair and exhaled merrily as he let your voice sink into his ears, watching the smile on your face grow as you caught him looking.

"Yeah - Again, I'm really sorry I can't make it, Eijirou caught something whilst working and he's bound to the bed cause' of it," You held up crossed fingers in hopes you wouldn't sound like you were lying, glancing at your boyfriend who appeared to chuckle.

And yet again your lie went unnoticed. The call was over in seconds, tossing your phone to the empty side of the bed.

"Why'd you say I was sick?"

"Because if I said it was me they'd probably ask about the last time you forced me to stay off, and how often I'm apparently unwell,"

"Right,"

"But, it looks like you got your way," You said, going to change out the white shirt to put your pyjama shirt back on, placing the work clothes to the bottom of the bed as Eijirou waited patiently.

"Come," Was all he said once you looked back at him, opening his arms for you to sink into. Which you did, reaching that comfortable position within his grasp as though you belonged there. Except this time, Eijirou directed your face towards his, pulling your lips to his in one smooth addicting manner that you felt butterflies in your stomach for.

In the meantime your drinks were disregarded as the clock ticked on, the pair of you forgetting their presence on the bedside table. The steam soon dissipated to nothing the cooler the fluids got.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you,"

He could sense the smile that formed on your lips.

"I love you too,"

[alj4890]

Hello dear! I have an ask I just recently read TRH book 1 what if we get Liams POV when Riley goes into labor and when he has to make that awful decision. What are his thoughts when Riley passes out and there’s no doctor? Maybe we can find out how they got the door open?

I replayed TRH book 1 & 2 recently, so this ask couldn't have come at a better time 😂. I wonder though if anyone else thinks it was odd that Godfrey was put in charge of installing new security at the Palace. I mean, why wasn't Liam and his King's Guards handling that? I don't know, but those chapters of Riley giving birth are some that hurt me, and only because the poor woman is denied an epidural 😂 I would have Godfrey strung up by his thumbs for causing that and allow Olivia to torture him to her heart's content. But enough of my revenge ideas, let's see what I can do with this for you.

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The Decision

It was too much to comprehend.

One moment, Liam was confronting the man who killed his mother and the next was nothing but chaos and darkness.

Screams rent the air as flashing red lights revealed steel enforced doors dropping down over the ballroom's doors and windows.

Liam knelt beside his wife when he realized she had been knocked down by a panicking guest.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, gently brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Only my pride." She tried to smile but a painful tightening around her middle struck.

Her eyes widened when she felt a wetness between her legs.

"Liam!" She gripped his arm. "My water broke!"

"What?" He searched through the crowd for their friends. "Now?"

She nodded while breathing through another contraction. "We have to get to the hospital."

"We will." He helped her up. "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable while we get a door open."

"Liam!" Riley doubled over. "I don't want to have our baby in a ballroom filled with people."

"Is there a problem?"

The couple stiffened when they heard Isabella's voice. Her husband Bradshaw smiled at them.

"Our guards would be more than happy to help with the door situation," his smile held a hint of smugness, "as long as your child is betrothed to one of our twins."

Olivia arrived at that moment followed by their other friends.

"Are you saying your guards won't help rescue you without a betrothal?"

"We're in no immediate danger." Bradshaw explained.

"In fact, we're quite comfortable waiting for your pitiful little guards to find a way out." Isabelle added. "No need for us to cross international lines and damage delicate feelings with our more than capable personnel."

"Delicate!" Olivia heaved a deep breath. "We don't need your help to get out of this."

"We don't?" Maxwell asked. He let out an oomph when Olivia elbowed him. "I mean, yeah we don't! This isn't the first time we have been faced with a challenge."

"No steel door will ever convince us that their baby should be forced to be with one of your twins." Drake added.

Olivia beamed at him before turning her fury on the visiting monarchs. "I'll have it opened in no time."

"Yeah!" Maxwell cheered. "Go Nevarkis Ingenuity!"

She rolled her eyes while going to examine the metal door that covered the double doors into the ballroom.

"Oh!" Riley eased back down into a chair. She raised her eyes to Liam's. "They're getting stronger."

He gently rubbed her back. "Have you had any pains this evening?"

"It was all in my back. I thought it was from being on my feet most of the night." She took deep breaths to calm down. "But now--"

The flashing red lights and alarm stopped. The couple turned to see a proud Olivia slip a strange looking quartz bladed dagger back into a garter under her dress.

There was a square shaped hole cut within the wall with numerous wires exposed.

"That's going to be difficult to repair." Maxwell muttered.

Liam could not have cared less about the damage. If Olivia wanted to tunnel underground to get them out, then he would gladly rip up the marble tiles himself.

Riley cried out as a strong contraction struck.

"I need a distraction!" She puffed through the pain.

"How about some music?" Hana asked. "I composed a new piece recently."

"Or we could sing." Maxwell offered. "Any song you'd like."

"We could?" Drake shook his head. "Sorry Brooks, but that's not happening."

"You would deny her a song when she's in labor?" Maxwell's jaw dropped.

"I doubt our singing would help her any." Drake replied. "Might even double her pain."

While his friends bickered, Liam found his thoughts drifting back to the secret chamber they had unearthed less than an hour ago. He slipped his hand into his breast pocket to touch the letter he had discovered.

His mother's words about how much joy he had brought her echoed in his heart. He wished she could have lived to see the type of man he had become. He had tried with everything within him to live up to her expectations. Would she have noticed? What would she think of him as king now? What would her opinion have been on this choice he and Riley were given for an arranged marriage for her grandchild? Would she approve of them wanting to give their baby the right to choose his or her own spouse?

He wished he knew. He wished she was here guiding him in not only capturing her killer but in also knowing what to do for his wife and unborn child. He would have given anything to have her wise counsel once more.

"Hana!" Riley yelled to stop the argument between her three friends. "Please play whatever you like." She glared at Drake. "Someone's voice is getting on my nerves."

Hana hurried over to a piano and began to play a soothing song.

"I'm going to check on the door situation." Liam pressed a kiss to Riley's cheek. "I'll be back in just a moment."

"Hurry, please." She pleaded.

"I'll watch over her." Maxwell promised.

"I'll go check on the door with you." Drake added.

Liam made his way through the crowd, pausing here and there to reassure everyone that they would be out soon.

"Give me a boost." Olivia ordered.

Drake squatted down and linked his fingers together.

Olivia slipped her heels off and placed her foot in his grasp.

"One...two..." He heaved her up in the air, "three!"

Olivia steadied herself and quickly studied the mechanism that had allowed the door to drop. A lock had formed thus causing them to be unable to lift it up.

After poking and prodding with one of her stilettoes, she noticed the thin metal holding the lock in place.

"Bring me down." She ordered.

Drake grunted as he brought her back down. "Next time, stand on my shoulders."

"Did you figure out how to get it open?" Liam asked.

"I think I might be able to weaken the lock with heat and one of my daggers. Once we destroy that, we should be able to lift it." She explained.

"Can't we hotwire it?' Drake asked, gesturing toward the exposed wires.

"Not since I had to cut so many to get the alarms to turn off." She remarked. "I wouldn't be surprised if there is some emergency failsafe in place for an enemy's attack on the wiring. It might even drop another door on us."

Liam ran his hands over his face. "Do whatever you can to get us out of here."

"Good." Olivia nodded towards the bar. "Drake, we will start with the brandy to use for fuel."

Liam shook his head at her plan to start a fire of sorts. He hoped she didn't end up hurting herself in the process. Honestly though, he couldn't seem to focus on what he could do to help get the doors open.

"Your majesty! I don't think I can breathe in here another second!" Penelope grasped his arm while hyperventilating. "I don't do well in enclosed spaces."

"When will we get out of here?" Another noble demanded.

Questions began to be thrown at him as the crowd closed in a circle, trapping him directly in the middle.

"Is Olivia trying to burn us up in here?"

"We're going to die!"

"What are the guards doing to save us?"

"Auvernal's guards will have us out in minutes, if your king agrees." Bradshaw yelled out over the crowd. His smile was the final straw to break Liam's barely restrained temper.

"Enough!" Liam roared. "We are not going to die in here. The guards are doing all they can and Olivia is graciously assisting." His eyes zeroed in on Penelope. "Go sit down to try and calm your breathing. You're in the same ballroom you have danced in for years." He then turned to Auvernal's king. "As for your assistance, it isn't needed at this time."

Bradshaw shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal, but his eyes held a deep seeded anger as he looked upon Liam. "If you think your guests wouldn't prefer to get out of here as quickly as they can, then I suppose there is little we can do."

Murmurs rose once more around him. Liam clinched his fists then pushed his way through when he heard Riley call out for him.

Will this night never end?

It was becoming too much for him. The whining of his people, his wife in pain and in need of medical care, his own innate need to chase after Godfrey and make him pay for poisoning his mother...he needed it all to stop for a minute to allow him to think.

"Liam!" Riley had tears falling down her cheeks. "We need to go to the hospital now!"

She gripped his hand as Hana finished the last few notes to her song.

He knelt before her chair. "Olivia has found a way to open the door. We'll soon have you out of here and--"

The sound of metal screeching had everyone turning toward the double doors.

Seeing the steel door go up caused Liam to scoop his wife in his arms and rush toward the exit.

Their friends and guests spilled out after them to only stop short.

Godfrey had installed these same safety measures on every window and exterior door along the first floor.

"Liam?" Riley puffed through another contraction. "What are we going to do?"

"I found a way out of there." Olivia boasted. "I'm certain I can--"

Bradshaw clucked his tongue. "This isn't the same type of door, your grace." He smirked at her. He knocked against the thicker steel door. "My guards could find a way outside to open it, but only if you sign this."

He produced a betrothal contract.

Riley whimpered as she looked at it and then her husband.

"Get. That. Out. Of. My. Face." Liam ordered.

He turned on his heel to take his wife upstairs to their chambers. Once he reached the first step he spoke over his shoulder. "Olivia, we trust you to handle this. Hana, please call Riley's doctor and ask her to meet us here instead of the hospital."

***************

The hours dragged on as they waited. Olivia appeared periodically to vent her frustrations with getting the door to open. Drake, Maxwell, and Hana attempted to keep Riley's spirits up as she endured the ever increasing contractions.

Liam felt absolutely useless. He didn't know what to do to help his wife. He didn't know the first thing of helping a woman give birth. What if there was a complication? What about their child? What if he couldn't clear the baby's airways? What if--"

"Liam?"

He focused on Riley, weakly gripping his hand. "Yes, my love? What can I do?"

"I feel...odd."

Maxwell nudged Liam out of the way to check her blood pressure.

"Where did you find a blood pressure kit?" Drake asked.

"I know it's hard to believe, but Bertrand has high blood pressure." Maxwell winked at his friends. "I can't imagine where his source of stress comes from."

Riley tried to smile at his teasing. She could feel whatever it was pulling her under making every movement feel like it she was wading through quicksand.

Maxwell's smile disappeared. He studied Riley's flushed cheeks and stepped back.

"What is it?" Liam whispered as his friend pulled him away from her bed.

"Her blood pressure is really high right now." Maxwell glanced over his shoulder. "I don't know if that's normal for a woman in labor, but I do know that this is when I would be calling an ambulance if it was Bertrand with this reading."

Liam rubbed his hands over his face. This entire night was one nightmare after another.

"Riley?" Hana shook her by the shoulders. "Riley?!"

Liam rushed back to the bed to see his wife passed out. He took a cold rag and wiped her face, hoping it would bring her back to them.

"Riley?" His voice cracked. "Please, wake up." He looked around at their friends. "What should I do?"

"I don't know." Drake draped his arm along Hana's shoulders when she began to softly cry.

"Keep talking to her." Maxwell jogged out the room. "I'll see about the door!"

Liam turned back toward Riley. He placed his hand on her stomach and could feel the tightening of contractions along with the faint movements of their child.

Riley opened her eyes.

Liam gently cupped her cheek.

"What happened?" She asked.

"You blacked out." He explained. "Your blood pressure--"

Maxwell returned with a frustrated Olivia.

"...short of dynamite, I don't know how I'll--" she stilled when she saw the color drain from Riley's face.

"I think it's happening..." Riley became unconscious once more. Her head dropped back on the pillows.

"We have to get that doctor here now." Liam looked up at Hana. "Any word from her?"

"She is right outside." Hana explained. "And so are Auvernal's guards."

Liam took off out of the room. His long, deliberate strides had him at the balcony overlooking the entryway where the Auvernal monarchs stood talking to some of the guests.

His friends had to nearly run to catch up with him.

Bradshaw looked up and curved his lips. "Trouble, King Liam?"

Isabella snickered. "I hope Queen Riley isn't suffering unnecessarily."

Liam launched himself at the smug king when he brought up the severe pain Riley must be in at this moment.

Shouts from his friends, guests, and the King's Guards drowned out him telling Auvernal's monarch to have his guards break down the door.

"No." Bradshaw's easy smile grew into an evil smirk. "I don't see any reason to have my men do anything like that to help a woman who isn't a part of my country nor one who wishes to ally herself with mine."

"You bastard!" Liam jerked his arm back. His fist formed as he prepared to beat this man within an inch of his life for denying his Riley a doctor.

It took Drake, Maxwell, and Bastien to hold him back from starting a war with Auvernal with a single punch. Olivia and Hana got between the two kings while Isabella merely looked on in glee.

"My wife and child are going to die if I don't get that doctor in here now!" Liam shouted. "And you stand there refusing to--"

"Not refusing!" Bradshaw snapped. "I'm trying to help you." He snapped his fingers and was handed the engagement contract by a nearby Auvernal guard. "Sign this and my men will have your doctor in here within five minutes."

Liam felt all the adrenaline that had rushed through his veins when he tried to punch the man leave his body. He felt not only weak but utterly worthless. He couldn't see any way out of this. He couldn't lose his wife. He couldn't lose the child they had eagerly waited for.

He couldn't get the damn door open without the very people he had grown to loathe these past nine months.

"Liam," Olivia whispered, "it's the only option we have now."

"We'll find a way to break it." Maxwell whispered.

"Yeah," Drake patted his shoulder. "Right now, you need to just accept the deal to get Brooks and the baby some help."

Liam glanced over at Hana to get her advice.

Tears filled her eyes. "I--I know this isn't what you want, but we have no choice."

Liam swallowed and snatched the paper from Bradshaw's hand. He signed the cursed document and tossed it in his face.

"There! Now get that doctor in here before it becomes null and void."

Bradshaw quickly gave the orders for his guards outside to break down the door with a battering ram.

In three minutes, Dr. Ramirez was following Liam up to the royal chambers.

She helped rouse Riley and then guided her through the delivery.

Liam watched in awe as his wife produced the most perfect baby girl he had ever seen.

Tears of joy and immense relief trickled down his cheeks as he held his daughter for the first time.

"I think we should name her Eleanor," Riley said, watching him kiss their little one's forehead, "in honor of your mother."

His eyes practically glowed as he looked upon his wife. "Thank you, my love."

She snuggled her head on his shoulder as they both gazed down at their own miracle.

Liam knew he needed to tell Riley what had happened with Auvernal yet he didn't want to ruin this first moment of them as a family.

He silently vowed as he held his daughter that he would somehow find a way to save her from an arranged marriage.

[littlefreya]

Nasty

Summary: August is going to hell and he is dragging you down with him. Pairing: August Walker x Reader (2nd person Pov)

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Serious smut, GRAPHIC depictions of sexual intercourse, auto-voyeurism (Is that a thing?)   

A/N: @luclittlepond made this request! I obliged. Honestly, I feel like it’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and I want to thank @agniavateira for being my beta and @wondersofdreaming for giving me feedback since it was not an easy write for some reason.

 Please leave feedback  💖🥺 and more importantly, enjoy.

Title: Nasty

“Unlock the door, my balls are freezing,” August urges while his hands survey the plains of your body possessively. A sharp, languid hiss caresses the sensitive skin of your neck, his deep voice chanting sweet profanities as he grinds himself against you for the sake of heat and lust-filled friction. 

The temperature at the narrow corridor must be 10 degrees below zero, quite ordinary for January at St. Petersburg, Russia. Another successful mission came to end; the target was eliminated and sweep-up had been ordered. Now, all August wants to do after a triumphant assassination is to fuck like a deranged animal. 

You never doubted the idea that murder gets him hard.

Breathing in fumes, you try to twist the key inside the lock, motoric functions reduced to jitters and tremors as August shoves a finger between your legs, rough and invasive, he journeys from your mound to your ass and presses it crudely. His rock-hard erection nudges at your lower back, reducing your concentration to scattered specks of dust.

“Don’t make me fuck you right here in the hallway,” he warns and slides down to his knees with his talons lifting both your heavy coat and skirt, exposing the round curve of your behind. Teeth as sharp as blades pierce the ample flesh of your cheek and you give out a high-pitched yip of pain which echoes through the entire hallway. 

Crying for him to stop would do no good. August doesn’t give an inch. The cold man lacks any sense of tenderness and he has a thing for leaving his marks all over your body, just the way he would brand his livestock. The agent stretches to stand up, shoving himself against your ass while his hands hike the thick hem of your skirt all the way up to your torso.

“If you keep doing that I won’t be able to get it open!” You complain angrily and then finally manage to twist the key inside. The moment the rusty cylinder spins, August whirls the both of you into the apartment and kicks the door shut with his foot. 

The small rental smells like wet newspaper and mould. The dusty air becomes saturated with the humidity of sweat and heated pants. Stumbling further inside, you kiss furiously and claw at each other’s throats like two hungry vultures. Your coats fall to the floor, the tight skirt gathers around your abdomen and August’s hand reaches to cup the heat between your legs with the elegance of a raging bull.

Pathetic puny whimpers disappear into the hot cavern of his mouth, impassioned, you writhe against his almost-aggressive intrusion, letting his thumb graze over your covered clit. August Walker’s treatment is borderline degrading, making you feel dirty, baptized in the black bathwater of sin. 

You would never let any other manhandle you like this; a tender woman such as yourself requires a gentle hand, not whatever twisted games August wants to play with your body. And still, he brings you closer to heaven than you’d ever wish to admit and those little moments of rapture are worth every bit of shame.   

Taking your shoulders in his grip, August pulls you down, knees hitting the stone-cold floor. He follows below, his tongue violating your mouth within moments, low hums singing into your throat while his fingers make quick work at the buttons of your blouse. His breath still tastes of the wine he had earlier, inhaling him is enough to reach intoxication. Tugging his shirt from his trousers, you try to undress him. Buttons fly everywhere as you rip it open with extreme force.

August breaks the kiss with a quick bite on your lip, enough to cause a sharp sting at the soft plush of flesh. Wringing your shoulder, he turns you around and rests a hand on the snake of your spine to bend you over at his will.

“Bitch,” he grunts, shuffling to stand on his knees and fumbling with his belt. Tendrils of shivers coarse through your nerves spiralling cold and eclectic as the distinguished click of metal and husky brush of leather rustle from behind. 

“That was my favourite shirt.”  

“They all look the same,” you mock him and turn your head back, staring at the focused expression on his face. His brows knit together, a deep scowl forming long creases on his forehead. August gawks at the wet patch in your underwear with dark fascination, his tongue flaking over his lips before his hand reaches to peel them down and collect the arousal that drips between your thighs with long ardent fingers.

A desperate moan escapes the trenches of your throat. His fingers ascending to pry between your folds, pushing inside to test the mysteries of your heat. The callous pads of his fingers stroke the damp, plump flesh, making room for his odious inspection. 

“Look at you,” he mocks, corrupting and stretching your desire, pumping in and out until his knuckles glisten with the juices of arousal. “You want my cock badly, don’t you sweetheart?” He murmurs, snapping his fingers to engulf at his thick, endowed erection. 

Short spasms of tremoring delights shudder through every cell as he grabs his shaft and slaps it against your swollen lips, grinding rough and vulgar while you buck with harrowing need against the ridges of his cock. He paints himself in your sweet nectar, teasing both your womanhood and the puckered hole that clenches in fear from his monstrous girth.

This fearful reaction never ceases to make him laugh with malice. “Don’t worry, pet, I'm not going in there tonight unless you really want to...”   

“Fuck you, Walker,” you spit out, squirming back and forth as August tames your body into submission. 

“Oh I’m about to…” he murmurs, dipping the tip of his erection inside you, eliciting powerless mewls as a violent throb gushes through your centre. “I wish you could see how beautiful your pussy looks with my cock entering you.” 

Bracing yourself on your arms and knees, you take a deep breath. August indulges what he sees in front of him, taking his time, teasing, torturing and savouring the small hisses that kick out of your chest with every single provoking touch. 

“Jesus August, take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Letting out a guttural growl, August pauses his ministrations and you hear a soft ruffle behind you as he seeks for something in his coat which are thrown next to him on the floor. Peering over your shoulder, you indeed see him holding his phone in his hand.

“Are you really taking pictures again?! Walker, just fuck me already!” 

“Take your phone and answer,” he commands, ignoring your demand.

Naturally, they mean nothing to him.

You glare at him puzzled when the soft hum of your phone buzzing cuts into your attention. The pale blue light dances on the wooden floor beneath the wool jacket and you reach a hand for it. 

Incoming video call from August.

“August wha….?”

“Answer, so I can fuck you already,” he chides, hovering his phone right above your behind with eyes that sparkle with a dark impulse. 

Holding the device in front of you, you accept the call. A shiver ticks at your muscles, your limbs shake at the sight of your dripping cunt as it appears on the bright screen. The sensation is vaguely obscene yet August growls with pure excitement, holding his heavy cock in front of the glassy lense. He lines himself against your wanting entrance, making you see through his eyes how he pushes inside, inch by inch, slowly spreading your petals with the width of his velvet pistol and claiming what belongs to him.

The luscious symphony of your moans unearths melodically into the musty atmosphere as the wet friction of your union strikes madness through your bodies. The oxygen gradually drains from your squeezing lungs, mouth agape at the spectacle of August driving large and long through your narrow crevice with an unusually sluggish pace.

Your memories wander for a split second, falling back to the first time you have discovered porn as a teenager and had the same fury burn between your thighs. Only that you didn’t have August to fill that needy void inside your body. 

And damn if he doesn’t fill you just right, plunging into your warm lake of Eden, his girth suffocating between your lush cavern, forcing your walls to expand and make room for his huge, pulsating cock. 

“See how tight you are?” August asks breathlessly and gives your ass a sharp smack while he bursts into cold, arrogant laughter, amused at the way your cheeks ripple from the might of his slap. “Look at yourself, so small yet taking me like a needy little slut.”

You swallow a gasp, the device dropping from your sweaty palm and landing flat on the ground. Leaning on your elbows you watch with sick fascination at the way August sinks deeper and deeper, delving through your taut cave until his balls press against your clit with an appeased hum that losses from his lips. Your entire body is attacked by spasms of ecstasy, the heights of your desire brought to unearthly plains as August plays with each of your senses.

“Arch your back,” he demands, razing a hand over your spine to force you to a position which serves him a better path. Obediently, you stick your ass higher, head falling between your shoulder-blades with eyes that never dare to shut, too mesmerized by the forbidden image of him sheathed in your depth.  

Enthralled by the vision on the screen, you lean with fist clenched tightly, unable to sustain the pathetic little whimpers. Greedy fingers dig into your hip, leaving a parade of purple bruises for August to later be proud, his possessive legacy. He positions your ass on display, his nimble fingers running over the curve with appreciation, squeezing roughly and groaning. Something inside you clicks, as if playing a role in a film, you stir for him, swaying yourself to the eye of the camera and watching the succulent honeyed flower between your legs as it’s pierced raw by August’s hefty cock. It glistens with filth as it exits your body at an agonizing speed.

“August…. Please,” the moans that roll on your tongue are downright pathetic, making August croon at you patronizingly and tick his tongue as if you’ve been misbehaving. Gripping your waist, he restrains you and pulls himself out until nothing but the arrowhead of his cock rests between your folds, he lingers, breath heavy and firm, chest puffing with power as he sinks all the way in with an alarming change of pace until his balls slap rigid against your wetness.

“Do you like watching yourself, being fucked?” he demands to know, beginning to rails you, snarling at the way you are clenching around his shaft, your silken walls welcome him, calling to his body like a siren drawing a sailor to the abyss. And with vamping passion he complies, finding that hidden spot that no one has ever sought inside you, the one that makes you howl out in ecstasy.

“Yes!!! Fuck!” You cry out with shock, knowing you will definitely not last having to witness every dirty act and details in the vista of your eyes. This is August’s doing, forcing pleasure on you in the vilest way possible, overstimulating both body and mind. He is a man free of boundaries, unchained, but he sure as hell shackles you to the darkness that thrives inside him. 

He pushes into you raw and steady, grunting low, as he moves with long-lasting thrusts that serve a point of showing you just how fucked you are. Every now and then he pulls nearly completely out and slams painfully back in, just for the sake of entertainment.

Lewd squelching and blunt sounds of skin slapping against skin take over the acoustic of the room, accompanied by the clattering sound of his belt that dangles from his trousers. His pace turns into punishing rhythm, his testicles brushing briefly with your clit, causing you to haul against him with desperate screams. Begging, a whimpering mess, your muscles give in, shuddering and convulsing until your cunt finally tightens around him firmly and the fire engulfs you from within, spreading through you like a burning field as you climax with astonishment.

“Keep your eyes open,” August rasps, watching how you collapse in front of him, trembling and jolting on your knees meekly with tears blurring your eyes while you sob. He ignores your body’s defiance, grunting like a bull as he jackhammers you, going at an impossible speed. 

His cock is but a quick smudge as he rails in yet the swelling of his erection and the thick tendons that runs from the base through his length are undoubtfully clear. You see him and feel his thickness between your convulsing walls, your womb welcoming the hot surge that sprouts inside you while August cries out with divine ecstasy.

He continues to pound inside you even after he comes, letting his thick, white juice coat his length and trickle milky drops from your seam down your inner thigh until he is completely drained.

Panting heavily, he collapses on top of your spine, the stubble of his cheek grazing your supple skin while basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. His mobile device drops from his hand, landing with a soft thud as August fights to catch his breath. 

“Enjoyed the show, pet?” He asks, kissing the salty sweat off your skin.

You answer with a deep sigh, too ashamed to admit you just had the most intense orgasm you ever experienced.

Lazy fingers trail up to grasp your neck, squeezing it lightly and kneading the strained muscles. He gathers your hair to one side and leans to nibble at your ear with a devious hum.

“So, are you willing to reconsider making a sex tape now?”

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Disclaimer: I don’t own August Walker or Mission Impossible. 

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[milfgyuu]

Morning Coffee → Pairing: Lim Jaebeom x Fem!Reader Tags: 800 words, Fluff, Suggestive, Jaebeom: Big Brain, Very Domestic, Prompt, Drabble Request,. Prompt: No. 25 Wrapping your arms around them when they make breakfast. Requested by @chimchimsbb​

When your dream finally slips away from you, no matter how hard you fight to stay asleep, you crack an eye open to find the space next to you empty. It’s occupant wandering somewhere nearby but not near enough to envelop you in the warmth you crave. Pouting slightly, you stretch your limbs and sit up in the bed, looking around the room in content.

You just moved into your new condo yesterday, so the only thing in the room is your bed, a single dresser, and a ton of unpacked boxes. It took the better part of the day to get everything into the house and you hadn’t really managed to unpack much but the strain from lifting furniture all day had caused all your muscles to ache. You weren’t crazy about the idea of spending the weekend unpacking but you were excited about putting your new home together.

Moving off the bed you walk over to a stack of boxes marked with a name that doesn’t belong to you, picking out a long white shirt and pulling it over your bare frame. After quickly tending to your bathroom needs you follow the scent of freshly brewed coffee into the kitchen finding your boyfriend standing with his back to you, tending to the stove, shirtless. As if he hadn’t learned his lesson that last time hot grease jumped out of the pan and burnt his stomach.

Jaebeom startles but quickly recovers when you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle, pressing your cheek to the muscle of his upper back. His skin is soft and warm, it’s scent still mingled with your own from last night. He uses his free hand to capture one of yours, roaming across his abdomen, to bring it to his lips, kissing your open palm before holding it against his bare chest, fingers laced together.

“Good morning,” He hums, voice low, raspier than normal, and still laced with exhaustion.

You turn your face to kiss between his shoulder blades, “Good morning, baby,” You mumble back to him, returning your cheek to his warmth and continuing to peruse whatever exposed skin you can reach with your free hand.

Jaebeom smirks when he hears your delighted sigh as you trace your finger from his chest down to the waistband of his lowly hung cotton pajama pants. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure how my body is actually able to function after all the physical activity yesterday,” You smile to yourself and though you can’t see it, he is already grinning as well, “And last night.”

With that admission, Jaebeom laughs heartily and you loosen your grip, letting him go to settle against the counter next to him instead, not wanting to miss a second of the way his eyes scrunch up when he laughs like that. Now that you’re in his sight, he’s eyeing your bare legs and the enticing way his shirt hangs off your frame.

Jaebeom finishing plating your breakfast and turns the stove off before he moves to cage you in against the counter, kissing your forehead, your nose, and finally, your lips. “You know we don’t have to unpack today. I think we’ve got everything we need for now,” He teases between kisses, his hands smoothing over your back.

“Oh?” You quirk a brow at him, looking around at your barren living space, “We do?”

“Mhm,” He hums against your throat, peppering kisses across your skin, “We have the bed, the counters, the floor, the shower, the walls,” He mumbles between each little nip of his teeth, “Everything we need.”

“Moving in with you was a dangerous decision, wasn’t it?” You chuckle, your hands framing his face as he offers you the happiest, most genuine smile.

“Best decision you ever made,” He answers, swatting your thigh playfully.

“Well, either way...I need coffee to start this day,” You say and Jaebeom’s eyebrows shoot up as he moves around the kitchen.

“I…” He comes back with a cereal bowl in his hands and you cock your head in confusion, “Got you,” He finishes, offering you the bowl which you take curiously.

“Babe is this?... Did you put coffee in a cereal bowl?” You asked with an incredulous chuckle.

Jaebeom grins sheepishly, running his hands through his long unkempt hair, “I uhh… couldn’t find any of the mugs.”

You set the bowl down on the counter and wrap your arms around him once more, shaking with a burst of laughter that he can’t help but echo, “I love you and your big brain,” You tell him and he rolls his eyes playfully, “But we are totally unpacking today.”

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[dishonestkilla]

Bliss

A/N: So, this was inspired by a video @/nishinoyayus posted on tik tok and that is when this headcanon started to bloom inside of me.

Synopsis: Ushijima Wakatoshi, a man of few words and even fewer reactions. If one did think about it, they'd be quick to figure out that the famous athlete was way too stiff for a normal person. However, there was someone who knew better than that, who was aware of Ushijima's stoic personality and what laid underneath the facade. They had seen Ushijima at his worst and his best. When he was on top of the world and when he was lowest. But what happens, when the exact same Y/N happened to trigger an entire inner war to develop between the olive haired male's heart and mind?

TW: angst, mentions of smutty themes, a little foul language, hints at mild drug use(w33d)

The dawning sky brought shimmering rays of light onto the darkened city, the beaming smile of the sun kissing the white sheets spread upon someone's bed. Painted in a caramel gold, the sheets were wrapped around the upper body of no one other than the legendary Ushijima himself. With every shift of his, a muscle twitched, this man had the gods sculpt him from head to toe. The glistening pecs of a deity alike Adonis, honey tinted skin, his face ever so distinctive, prominent jaw and sharp eyes. Overall, the tall man was fairly handsome to say at least.

Despite of his good looks, Ushijima never happened to be interested in a relationship or anything alike, hookups did the thing for him. After all, he was an athlete and did not have the time for a serious relationship, whether his family liked it or not, Ushijima never seemed interested in settling down for the time being, though he never entirely denied it. He always claimed he had yet to find the right person.

But how exactly was he supposed to find a partner whilst traveling all the time? Unlike his current image, Ushijima had matured a lot since highschool, he has changed to a fair extent, Ushijima is not as oblivious as he used to be, he is rather perceptive and has a hunch for understanding the ones around him, though he often simply ignores them if they happen to be of insignificance. He is a busy man and wanting to understand those of no prominence to him would be a waste of time.

The only people he truly cares about are his friends, and to be fair, he tries his best with them, really does. Ushijima is aware of his past and his selfishness, but ever since he has realized that being entirely selfish wouldn't lead one to the top. Therefore he often tried, emphasis on tried to be a good friend, he truly wanted to be, but with how occupied and focused be was, that proved to be harder than expected.

Overlooking all those things, there was one person who always had Ushijima's back, regardless of anything, they had been by his side since highschool, a rock at the stormy shore for him. They never judged him for his behaviour, never claimed they knew better, being the amazing best friend a guy like Ushijima needed.

After highschool, Ushijima had asked them to accompany him on his way to the top. It might have sounded entirely egoistic and self-absorbed, yet that wasn't the case.

Y/N used to be a great volleyball player, they were amazing at what they did, though given the fact that it wasn't their main focus, there wasn't a way for them to go pro. Instead they went to college. Ushijima still remembers how hard working they were, studying till late. However, they always reassured him that it was worth it, and two more dark circles beneath the tender skin of their eyes wouldn't be a crazy change.

Now, they were the co-coach of the national team that Ushijima was part of. Yes, Y/N was not only a great best friend but also a ridiculously good coach. Many would mock the men's team for the latter fact, what they didn't know most of the time, was the fact that as a mere highschooler, alike Ushijima himself, they belonged to the best in their respective field. In their second year they happened to become the second best and continuing on that path, they reached the top, through hard training, extreme measures being taken that sometimes, even Ushijima was worried about his best friend overworking them self.

Fast forward to the current situation, it was around seven in the morning when Ushijima woke up, dragging his broad body towards his kitchen to enjoy some coffee just to be met with the only thing, and honestly most annoying factor of living with his best friend. Unlike Ushijima himself, Y/N lived a double bladed life. One as the presentable and modest co-coach with a short temper who had the men of the team on a leash, a power hovering above them, that even Iwaizumi Hajime, the coach, did not possess.

And then, there was the other side to Y/N, the one who enjoyed getting a kick out of life, the one that drank too much at parties, and didn't mind being higher than the clouds more than often. The worst part? Their very casual hook-ups. One that the olive eyed male had to encounter, topless body on display as the guy stuttered out an apology while collecting his clothes. The heated glare of the bigger man shot daggers at the other, with a grunt he turned his head away as he made a stroll to the coffee machine, luckily, Y/N had already prepared some. Pouring his cup, his orbs fell onto their figure as they walked into sight, leaning at the frame of the door to their bedroom. A mug snug in their hands, though the next sight caused a proud smirk to glaze the face of the wing spider. Unlike what one would await from such a situation, Y/N wore a Jersey, not only any Jersey.. It was the one Ushijims wore during his first match with the national team. They seemed smaller in the piece. It didn't even matter too much that they wore a sacrilege. It filled Ushijima with a weird flame in his guts. It made his insides churn and twist here and there, thus, seeing them wear his clothes while dismissing some one night stand, definitely filled the male with pride.

After both of them had finished their morning routines and had some breakfast, they were off to training again, after all, they had a match in barely two days, everyone had to be on top of their game, prime qualities were the ones needed. And Ushijima knew that as well as his Y/N did.

The two days to the match passed rather quickly and the national team was met with their enemy, it was quite strong themselves. It was obvious that the match would take a toll on the members, so when the last and deciding point fell and the national team of Japan experienced a devastating, yet very very close defeat, that is when Y/N happened to act like the safety rock to the entire team. They told them how the others were older and more experienced, but that they'd get their chance and that the next time, their team would be able to defeat such champion as Poland. They were the second to mention after all.

During the drive home, Ushijima was eerily quiet, yes, that wasn't out of the usual, but the silence this time was heavy, it was thick and laced with tension, tension that Y/N could sense from miles away. They were familiar with the feeling though. The time Shiratorizawa lost against Karasuno, that's when Y/N felt that tension, but that was years ago and ever since, Ushijima took losses not as personal as this time, therefore Y/N decided to get this entire mood out of the way.

As soon as the door closed behind the two, they were quick go grab onto the others wrist, eyes fixing themselves on his.

"Toshi~" their voice was a whispered tone, a tiny purring sensation to it. "Care to tell me what is wrong with you?" They spoke ever so softly as the hand around his wrist let go. "Nothing," the other answered non-chalantly, though Y/N knew better, they knew when he lied. It was that he hesitated to answer, eyes shifting to the ground whenever he did so. "Oh, spare me with your lies Wakatoshi. I can see through your petty dishonesty. So, what is it, spit it out."

With a gruff huff, Ushijima's shoulders slouched slightly, eyes now trained on his best friend, "I missed the receive and messed up, Y/N, I messed this up for us. If it wasn't for m-" before another filthy ounce of self-hatred could even barrel itself out of his plush lips after being processed by that bird brain of his, Y/N was quick to wrap their arms around the torso of the tall man, their head on his chest as their brows furrowed in annoyance while talking to him, " Don't say such things about yourself, everyone knows that you did your best, hell. None of them stopped the ball, they couldn't. And so what if you didn't manage to do so? It is not the end. I think you guys forget who your opponent was. They are not the second best to be beaten down ever so easily. It takes us more training and time but instead of sulking, learn something from it." Listening to his breathing, the calm, steady pace of it being ever so reassuring, but when that flow was stopped by a hitch, Y/N realized one thing. Ushijima didn't hug them back yet, his arms slumped at his sides as he simply stood there, eyes widened in shock and something they couldn't entirely decipher.

Time stood still, Ushijima couldn't move, couldn't speak. Throat dry as if he hadn't hydrated for weeks, months, if not years. Yes, Ushijima and Y/N were friends, best friends, though there was one astonishing fact about their relationship. Ushijima did not ever show interest in cuddling or hugging to begin with, not to mention that he often dodged them, if they weren't after glorious victories.

Most people would tell him to get over it, to stop dwelling over such a simple act. But to Ushijima had a different point of view on the entire thing. Why? Ushijima did not experience the privilege of tenderness. His mother did not hug and comfort Ushijima, she wasn't affectionate. After his father had left, Ushijima was hit with an even stricter family, no one stood up for him, so while maturing, his behavioral patters of being ever so stoic and disinterested could be blamed on that. How could one show excessive emotional reactions when never confronted with them in their household, being told they were inappropriate and would lead to disciplinary punishments?

But the way Y/N swiftly embraced the male while trying their nest to comfort him, something in his mind snapped, as if a pair of chains that had winded themselves around his brain down to his heard had been removed, like a string inside of him had snapped and the sound being the reason for him to act instead of retreat. And in that very moment, Ushijima realized something more, there was a sensation beneath his cold outerior, the usually emotionless Ushijima Wakatoshi felt like electricity was running through his veins, bolts playing hide and seek on his skin, that's when he knew Y/N was more than a friend, more than a best friend, so much more, a soul mate, the partner he needed.

With a big step and almost harsh movements Ushijima basically pulled the retreating Y/N against his muscular chest again, his head burying in the crook of their neck as he held them there, body shaking with vigor as a sob left his throat.

Eyes widening in realization, Y/N pushed a little against the other, just to be confronted with a heart wrenching sight. The big, scary Ushijima with tears lacing his orbs, their fire and flame died down just the slightest as his cheeks were stained with a few glistening streaks with the wetness of the discharge.

"Toshi..!" Before Y/N could continue with their words, Ushijima was quick to shush them down, "Listen to me please. All these years I have been running from any sort of affection, I had no idea how to initiate it in the first place. Which, is caused by the upbringing of my mother and her family, but today, today you showed me that a failure does not make me equal to a failure. You proved to me that I can be weak at times.. zand that craving a casualty like a hug is human nature, and that is why it is okay to hug."

The way Ushijima explained his feelings made the best friend chuckle. Even now his words were controlled and neatly picked. He was such a dork despite of his serious self.

"And there is something more, something I cannot entirely understand, but I think this is what love is. At least the feeling is the same as described in the magazines Tendou used to read."

For a second Y/N was the one stunned, words stuck in their throat. It would be a lie to say that Y/N did not like Ushijima more than a little friend, ever since highschool they had been crushing on their now best friend. When did it start though? Was it when they saw Ushijima and his overwhelming presence in the halls, or was it when Tendou who happened to know Y/N for years as they were friends in middle school, or was it on the field. The game against aoba johsai, was it then? When Ushijima stood there so proud, showed off his skills sthey admired so much? Or was it the day Ushijima came to them, devastated in a sense, not crying but being way too talkative about the match against Karasuno, that night he laid his head on their lap, letting them play with his hair as they listened to music together? That must have been it. That was when Y/N knew they loved Ushijima. But knowing him, they were aware of how focused he was on volleyball and his future. Yes, that second they chose not to indulge with him in any other sense than friends. They'd stop him, wouldn't they?

"Wakatoshi..I do love you, always have, always will, but I don't think this is a good idea, I would only stop you and you know that, too. In our worlds, dating is not very convenient."

Y/N explained ever so rationally, but Ushijima wouldn't understand, he didn't want to, that is why his next movement caused the other to visibly flinch as his lips found theirs, melting into each other. Y/N's resolve simply crumbled in front of Ushijima, a smirk on his lips as one hand tagged with the back of their neck, tugging at the hair, eyes darkening with lust clouding the mind of the mind baffling wing spiker.

Ushijima was a non-chalant, aloof and sober man, but when lust lingered in his being, the entire persona made a 360°. No words needed to be spoken between the two as the large man pushed the soul mate in question into the nearest wall, impatient and needy on both sides, "Jump," he ordered, dominance oozing off of the olive haired man.

Without further instructions, Y/N showed to be compliant in the situation, back against the wall as their lips molded together again, hands roaming each other before one pulled away to catch air. With that, Y/N was carried away, the scent of pleasure and passion filling the entire area.

The rest of the night is a telltale of sinful sounds, a bed breaking due to the impact of the excitement and lustful rage, if one would ask the neighbour's, they'd probably be able to recall the sounds even the devil would consider inappropriate.

From that night on, Ushijima and Y/N happened to be dating each other, not much later making the announcement publicly, and unlike Y/N's fear of rejection by the fans and supporters of the player, they were met with a positive wave. Some even complaining that it took them oh so long to realize while everyone already knew.

The only person more excited than the both happened to be an infamous red head who was now rich off of his skills as the 'Chocolatier fou de Paris' which meant something along the lines of the 'Mad Chocolatier of Paris'. His voice was so hectic and high pitched, a little upset he was not the first person to be told but their friends in their Japan.

Overall, the two were blessed with each other, love finally being gifted to the two. In such cruel and difficult world, Y/N and Ushijima were each others strong rock to lean on.

A/N: This took an eternity LMAO, but I hope yall like it, I'd be happy to get feedback and also, my requests are open, so please, request stuff, I really like writing and requests could help against my writers block. Cyaa💕💕

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It’ll Always Be You II

Randall Carpio x fem!Reader Series

Part Two [Part One]

For the past few hours, you had been catching up on some reading. There wasn't much to do since classes hadn't begun yet. Hamish was getting ready for his first day of class by looking over his scheduling log and re-reading the material he was going to cover the first day. You felt like you didn't even need to attend his first class since you had heard him repeat his speech a dozen times in the past hour.

Lilith had gone to the store to buy groceries and toiletries. She returned and left again to go on a run. The den was quiet, other than Hamish's muttering in the corner of the room as he rehearsed his speech again. He had been making drinks in between and offering them to you while he practiced his speech. You had taken a few, but you could feel the alcohol start to intoxicate your body, and you didn't want to get drunk the day before classes began.

You didn't want to be drunk if Randall came back to the den and wanted to talk to you about what had happened earlier. Honestly, you hadn't stopped thinking about it since it had happened. Why did he keep leaning in if he was going to back out last second? Did he even mean to lean in, or did he even realize it? Did he have feelings for you? Did he know about your feelings towards him?

Your mind was buzzed with all the possibilities as to why Randall leaned in and why he pulled away quickly. Part of you had hoped that it was a mistake and that it meant the two of you would remain friends forever. But the other part hoped that he was as infatuated with you as you were with him. 

You took another large gulp of the alcoholic beverage that Hamish had prepared for you. It had been placed in your hand for the last 10 minutes, but your thoughts had been so busy with Randall that you had forgotten it was there. It was the afternoon, Randall should've been done with doing the last tour and checking in with everyone. He should've been at the den by now. That's if he decided to sleep in his room at the den. Maybe he decided to stay at his dorm to help the freshmen settle in their first night.

 It sucked, knowing this would be the busiest time of year for Randall. It meant you would have to deal with all the Order newbies with Hamish and Lilith, not that they weren't good company, but you preferred to be with Randall.

"What's wrong?" Hamish called out to you. He had been watching you for the past few minutes, seeing as you harbored the alcoholic beverage in your hand. You would usually take it all in one sip, but this time was different. He knew something was up when you showed up at the den by yourself and without Randall. The two of you were always together, even when Randall had to be working. 

"Nothing. Just tired of reading 'Hamlet' again. I finished 'Ready Player One' a couple of days ago, so this is the only book I have left," You replied, lifting the old cover of 'Hamlet' that was in your hands.

"You can get started on the philosophy readings you have to do--" Hamish started, but you cut him off.

"No, thanks. I have one day of summer left, and I do not want to spend it doing homework," You stated. Hamish smiled at you, placing his lesson plan on the table and walking over to you on the couch. 

"First off, Professor Krowchuk is thinking of adding three more books to the lesson plan, so you might want to rethink starting your reading now. Secondly, I know something happened with Randall," Hamish commented. You sat up from laying down and faced Hamish's concerned expression.

"C'mon, you can tell me," He softly said. He placed his hand over yours, and you smiled at him sweetly. 

"It's just--We were out by the tree earlier, and we were talking. I mentioned how I got into Krowchuk's class and when I turned to look at him, I didn't realize how close we actually were. I guess he didn't realize it either, but he wasn't pulling away. I figured I was finally going to shoot my shot and kiss Randall," You told Hamish, explaining what had been on your mind for the past few hours. Hamish stared wide-eyed at you, waiting for you to continue telling the story.

"And..."

"And, I started to lean in, because I thought he wanted to kiss me too, but then last second he pulled away. Pulled away, as in, he literally jumped two feet away from me to put distance between us. He got all weird, started packing up, and made some lame excuse about going back to the dorms. So I came here," You said, shrugging your shoulders at the memory. 

"Maybe he was just scared?" Hamish asked. You sent him a glare.

"It's Randall. He's not scared of shit."

"Look, maybe he just got nervous. Don't give up on him or yourself. Shoot your shot if he won't do it first," Hamish advised. You nodded and set your book down. 

"Thanks, Hamish." You pulled him in for a hug. When you pulled away, your phone vibrated in your pocket and saw a text from Jack.

Meet me at the Blade and Chalice for a drink? It's on me :) 

Oh, by the way, Randall's coming too

You showed Hamish the screen, and he shrugged. 

"Shoot your shot," He replied. You stood up and grabbed your sweater as you made your way to the door. 

When you arrived at the B&C, the two guys were sitting at a table with two beers in front of them. Randall immediately made eye contact with you the second you stepped into the room, but quickly avoided your gaze until you stood two feet from them.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Jack greeted you. You smiled and took the seat in the middle.

“How was orientation?” You asked. Grabbing what you assumed to be Randall’s beer and took a sip out of it. He stared at you for a moment before looking down at his hands.

“Let me get you a drink. I promised I would,” Jack said, watching you set the bottle back down in front of Randall.

“No, it’s fine. Randall doesn’t mind, we share beers all the time,” You responded. Jack turned to look at Randall, who nodded in return. He gave you a look before answering your question.

“It was fine. Didn’t really need to have a tour. You know Pete would talk about it all the time, I have like a mental snapshot of the map”

“He was rejected by his tour guide,” Randall cut in after Jack. You stared back at Jack, who rolled his eyes.

“I’m not interested in her,” Jack replied. His attention fell to the corner of the room where a posse of freshmen was seated.

“You into him or her? Or the other him?” Randall asked Jack, bumping his shoulders. You leaned over the table and punched Randall in the arm.

“Ouch!” Before you could respond to Randall, Jack cleared his throat to get your attention.

“What do you know about the Hermetic Order of The Blue Rose?” He asked. You looked at Randall, smirked, and turned back to Jack.

“It’s a crock of shit,” You stated. Randall agreed and discreetly pulled your chair closer to his. You turned your head to catch Randall leaning next to you, with his stare already on you. You sent him a small smile, which he returned.

“I think they may have been recruited, and I’m trying to figure out what they have in common.”

“Besides being...” Randall asked.

“Elitist assholes?,” You replied to Randall, causing him to chuckle.

“Hey, a lot of good people are members. Michelle Obama, Warren Buffett, Oprah,” Jack defended himself. You gave him a serious look and heard Randall shuffle next to you. You turned around, and he was starting to talk.  Did he move his chair so the two of you would be touching legs?

“You know who’s also supposed to be members? Bad people, like Benito Mussolini, George W. Bush. Oprah,” Randall said. He glanced at you and noticed you staring at him.

“For people that don’t believe, you two sure know a lot about them,” Jack observed. You turned away from Randall’s stare.

“Randall’s Wikipedia smart, and I’m just the unfortunate one who listens to him talk all day,” you started. Randall softly kicked your foot with his. “Look, even if they do exist... I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

Jack gave you a glare and took a sip of his beer. “Why is that,” he asked, a hint of hurt in his tone.

“They want sheep, and from what I remember, you’ve got a mind of your own,” you replied. Jack nodded and raised his bottle to you.

“Well, who wouldn’t want unlimited power?” Jack commented. The three of you looked at each other and nodded.

“I have to do something, so I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” Jack said as he looked at you. You nodded and pulled him in for a hug.

“I’ll see you later. Thanks for the beer, Randall,” Jack said, turning to the dark-haired male next to you.

“See you around,” Randall replied. The two of you watched as Jack walked out of the bar. An awkward silence settled as you turned to look at each other. You weren’t sure whether to bring up what had happened a few hours ago or pretend that it never happened.

“So, Jack seems real--”

“Hey, sorry about earlier-”

You and Randall stared at each other, cutting each other off. Neither of you said a word, you kept looking into each other’s eyes. 

“About earlier, I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Randall was the first to talk. “I’ve been thrown off this entire week for some reason, and I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re my best friend, and I guess I just got caught up in the moment,” Randall stated. You felt your heart fall, and your throat tighten. You wanted to cry, but you kept in your tears. It was just like how you had thought, he never had feelings for you. 

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. It’s the beginning of the school year, we’ve got a lot of pressure. I don’t blame you,” You lied, placing your hand on his arm. He looked down at your hand and smiled. 

“C’mon, let’s go back to the den. I have a feeling these assholes are gonna start using bad magic soon,” you said. Randall nodded and laid a $20 bill on the table. The two of you got up and made your way out. 

-

The next two weeks were stressful for everyone.  Jack had managed to get involved with the Order, but you only found out because Randall had told you. Randall and Lilith had been hunting down this thing that was killing pledges. Hamish had been busy with his class, and you had been busy helping Lilith and Randall figure out what the creature was. You had found some books in the basement, but Randall said it would be quicker to just search on Google. Being how you were so in love with him (and majorly because you didn’t want to read all those old books), you followed his direction.

With Randall, the two of you had gotten back into your regular routine. It was as if nothing had happened. You never revealed that you did, in fact, have feelings for him, but since he clearly didn’t have any for you, you decided to not say anything. You treasured your friendship too much to risk losing it.

However, things got interesting one day. You had gotten back from your last class of the day and started prepping snacks for the movie night you and the Knights would be having. Yet, when you arrived, the front door was swung open. You entered the living room and began scanning the rooms. But a particular smell led you to the basement. There, you found ripped up clothes. You searched for a wallet and saw that it belonged to the one and only Jack Morton. You immediately called everyone else and went out to search for the newly-turned werewolf.