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the-hinky-panda · 6 months

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Strings: Part III

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Les Packer x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Les had been high school sweethearts. You're going to be a music teacher, he's going to climb the ranks of the SAMDINO MC. The only thing that stands in your way is his mentally unstable brother, Isaac. Things fall apart and fifteen years later, your daughter calls Les for help when you're in a coma and she's trying to figure out how to stay out of foster care. Les is faced with figuring out if you daughter is his or possibly Isaac's. Either way, he can't walk away for a second time from you and your daughter.

“When was the last time you ate?”

Zoey covers her mouth with her hand as she chews the massive bite she just took out of a hamburger. Her eyes crinkle in the corners as she smiles behind her hand. “I’ve had a lot on my mind. Kinda killed my appetite.”

Les forces a smile at the comment, memories of shoving greasy bags of take out into Isaac’s room whenever “inspiration” took hold of him. Isaac would write, paint, sing, draw, whatever outlet of creativity happened to strike him at the moment. He would become obsessed with self-expression to the point that he would forget to eat or sleep. Les was once again shoved into the position of caring for his younger brother. The fact that Zoey shares in that temperament kills Les’ appetite and he slides his untouched burger over to her.

“So CPS is off your back and you’re feeling okay with that?”

She nods her head emphatically. “I was so scared of where I was going to end up. My friend, Tilda, her foster family actually made a request for me to live with them.”

Ah yes, the friend with the handsy foster father. “Tilda, that’s your friend who sleeps on the floor and takes care of the kids, and…”

Zoey grabs a fry and dips it in the small plastic cup of ketchup. “Yeah, that’s her.”

It infuriates him thinking about the possibility of Zoey being in that same situation. “What’s the family’s name?”

She looks up at him with those hopeful eyes. “You can get her out of there? Can she live with us?”

Les holds up his hand. “Slow down. First of all, I’m only here until your mama wakes up. So ‘us’ is very temporary. Second, I don’t know what to do about your friend but I’m willing to look into it. If something can be done, I’ll do it. But don’t go giving her false hope.”

Zoey nods in understanding. “I get it. Thank you, for whatever happens.”

He snags a fry off her plate. “Your mama got me into dipping these things in hot wing sauce whenever we would go to music festivals. If we couldn’t find that, we used bbq sauce.”

Zoey smiles and slides a couple of the ketchup cups towards him. They’re not filled with ketchup but bbq sauce. “She taught me that too. So is that how you two met? At a music festival?”

Les takes another fry from her plate. “No, it wasn’t a music festival. We met in high school.”

Isaac had been caught smoking a joint in the boys bathroom that afternoon. Thank God he had unloaded the crack he had brought to school that morning or else Les would have been waiting for him down at the police station and not at the high school. Their mother was on her way to the school but she had to finish her shift at the steakhouse before attending another sit down with the principal over her out of control son. Their father just flat out refused to even speak to the school anymore.

So Les has an hour to kill before Isaac is released into the frustrated hands of his parent and he ends up going where he always goes: the music room. No one knows he plays the guitar, that he started teaching himself at the age of ten. His father took him along to one of his motorcycle club’s parties and one of the guys had a guitar sitting in the garage with an inch of dust on it. Les had found a music book in the beaten up case and taught himself how to play jingle bells that night. It only progressed from there. He can now play by ear and has his own instrument stashed behind a stack of tires in the garage.

But as he approaches the door to the music room, he hears music already spilling out into the empty hallway of the high school. It’s a mix of guitar and percussion. He peers through the small window to see who is in the room but he only sees you. He watches as your fingers dance along the frets and strings, and then he sees you strike the body of the guitar with the heel of your hand. That creates the percussion sound. He doesn’t even realize he’s opened the door and stepped inside until silence replaces the music.

You stare up at him with wide, surprised eyes. He takes in a breath to say something but you jump to your feet. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”

He holds his hand up to stop you. “No, don’t go.”

“I don’t want any trouble. Please.”

Fucking Isaac and his reputation is starting to pull Les’ reputation under as well. Les is a senior, keeps his grades just above passing even though he could have straight A’s. He thought he was just playing it cool but perhaps his actions were listing him into degenerate space. He doesn’t like seeing the fear in your eyes, the tremble in your hands around the neck of the guitar.

“No trouble. Promise.”

He gives you a small smile and that seems to calm you somewhat. “Okay. Um, do you…do you play?”

He sticks his hands in his jeans pockets and shrugs. “A little, yeah. Not like you though.”

You duck your head in embarrassment and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just messing around. It’s not exactly traditional skills. Mr. Elledge would kill me for hitting the body of the guitar like that.”

“I thought it was beautiful. Could you teach me?”

You think about it for a minute before nodding. “Okay. Sure.”

He remembers taking that guitar from you, the strings still warm from your hands. He remembers the scent of your shampoo, rosemary and thyme, as your hair fell over the both of them as you maneuvered his hands into the percussion positions. He remembers the warmth of your body pressed against his back. He remembers the desire that settled under his skin that prompted him to seek you out every day after that at school.

“My mom plays the guitar?”

The question wounds him. “She used to play all the time.”

“Huh.” Zoey sips at her soda. “I’ve heard her play the piano and a little on the cello, but never a guitar.”

He wonders what it was exactly that made you give up the guitar, the instrument that was constantly in your hands. He hopes he’s not the reason why you gave up the thing that brought the two of you together. That thought causes him to worry what your reaction will be when you wake up from the coma. “Well, when she comes to, you’ll have to ask her to play something for you.”

Zoey nods silently, taking his words as they were intended: hopeful.

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aliensunflower-fics · 4 years

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Marinette The Perfect Daughter In Law: A Prompt

[ I've seen a few ‘everyone loves Marinette AU’s’ and a couple Marvel DC ‘all the mentors want THEIR kid to end up with Marinette AU’s’ and well frankly! I felt inspired! So I present to you my new prompt / AU thing! In which all the most powerful / rich / popular people in Paris decide to play matchmaker… ]

It starts when Adrien and Kagami have a less than AMICABLE break up according to their parents and the media anyway in reality it was a really REALLY dull break up. The pair have been ‘dating’ (using each other as an excuse to go out and experience normal teenage stuff) since they were 15. Now at 17 soon to be 18 the pair decided to publicly break up in order to pursue other people and interests. The problem is they never told their parents the truth so both Gabriel and Kagami’s mother Tomeo feel protective and concerned about what must surely be an upsetting first heartbreak for their child. And okay maybe both parents take that out on each other and both get a bit defensive and protective. And MAYBE it ends with Tomeo vowing to get revenge for her daughter. Enter, Marinette. Up and coming fashion designer for the rich and famous! She’s single, talented, and as far as Tomeo knows Gabriel is interested in the girl for her talent. So what better revenge could exist but having Marinette take an interest in Kagami!

Kagami has no idea why her mother suddenly has an interest in Marinette but she wont complain about having more time with her very cute designer friend. And all the outfits Tomeo is paying Marinette to make for Kagami is giving the young fencer plenty of up-close and personal moments with Marinette. And okay Marinette is VERY cute and Kagami wont question why she suddenly has all this tine with Marinette, eating ice cream with the girl and having brunch. But she knows shes absolutely head over heels when Marinette shows up at her fencing tournament gives her a luck charm and cheers her on wearing HER colors. Obviously Kagami wiped the floor with all the competition she cant be seen hesitating in front of Marinette!

On Tomeo’s side of things she makes sure that the paparazzi still lurking around after Kagami and Adrien’s breakup catch photos of what could easily be interpreted as dates between the girls. After all this is a revenge ploy but also Marinette is fantastic so Tomeo is 300% down with Kagami ‘bringing her into the family’ something she tells Kagami after the first paparazzi ‘date photos’ leak into the news. Kagami still has no idea this was an orchestrated affair and just thinks her mothers caught on to her feelings and is overjoyed that Marinette is approved of because after the cheek kiss Marinette gave her for winning the fencing tournament Kagami was preparing to fight her mother for the right to pursue the young designer seriously. After all she never hesitates!

But Tomeo never realized Gabriel isnt the only one interested in Marinette. Audrey Bourgeouis has been keeping an eye on Marinette trying to find a way to get Marinette on to her side and away from Gabriel. So when she sees the photos of Kagami and Marinette she sees an opportunity. After all if Marinette isnt exclusively into men (and those photos of her flushed cheeks as Kagami cleans ice cream off her bottom lip are a clear indication shes not) then Audrey smells opportunity. After all Marinette was Chloe’s first crush! How cute would that be! The next day Marinette is being offered yet another opportunity to intern under Audrey this time with much looser restrictions. When Marinette accepts she suddenly finds herself working with Chloe… A LOT. The pair are modeling together, often paired together for shoots in perfect complementary clothes that screams ‘opposites attract’. Chloe is also helping manage Marinette’s brand and the two start to get along very well. The model photos and their business lunches are soon plastered alongside the Kagami and Marinette outings with parisian gossip blogs finding their interest picked by this potential love triangle.

Chloe for one, was confused at first. Sure she knew her mom was interested in Marinette but she never thought SHE would be working so closely with her first crush. And Chloe tries to ignore it, after all those are dead feelings! And Marinette woud never forgive her anyway so why even- Wait. Is that Marinette in a downright gorgeous golden dress? A-and she will be posing right next to Chloe for their shared shoot? Well… Chloe always thought herself deserving of royalty and damn if Marinette aint the princess of her dreams. Sorry Adriken’s you had your chance to get the girl, but now its winner keeps all and Marinette is the only prize shes interested in. For the record Alya is freaked out by Chloe being nice, but shes more weirded out by Chloe being protective and handsy and downright shamelessly flirty with Marinette. Audrey is pleased when she hears the news and is quick to give her daughter encouragement acting as if none of this was premeditated at ALL.

Oh but they have no idea that this is just the beginning. Because guess who's moved back into town. Adrien’s favorite cousin and aunty. And Felix’s mom is quite the busybody and dammit Felix needs friends! And maybe a cute girlfriend! And oh whos that pretty girl on the magazine cover? Marinette? The one her celebrity connections have nothing but praise for? Perfect! Shes invited to lunch with Felix and herself on friday to discuss movie costumes! And oh Audrey dear dont you think Marinette would look fabulous sandwiched between TWO blondes! Felix hasnt modeled in a while but come now. So suddenly Marinette is being spotted with Felix guiding him about paris and modeling with him AND Chloe under AUDREY’s brand NOT Gabriels.

Felix thought hed really hate Marinette; he tried to ignore her he really did. But shes funny, witty and sweet. Not to mention trustworthy, so a good candidate for a business partner. And thats it, but then he has to admit hes impressed when he rolls up to a photoshoot and Chloe! The definition of brat personified is acting… Bearable. Yes, somehow Marinette has done the impossible! She has tamed the beast known as Chloe. And yes fine he will admit shes drop dead gorgeous and how intelligent of her to learn all sides of the fashion industry and boost her rep with modelling! Soon hes spending more time with her, he tries to argue he needs a guide, that shes the most bearable person to be with! That she is just a friend- Oh god. No it cant be! He sounds like-! Like ADRIEN! And Chloe already told him about THAT mess! No! Absolutely not! He will not lead on Marinette like his idiot cousin! Marinette is a rare and beautiful woman! She could be his queen! And god he has to admit it much as he loathes too Marinette’s smile is enough to make him thank every non-existent god. He will win her heart, show her that she deserves better than his brain dead cousin! Felix is sure mother will approve of his decision to pursue the girl, now he just needs to do more shoots with Marinette...

And that's what finally gets Gabriel to snap. Because REALLY Felix!? Is there no loyalty to FAMILY. Not to mention he was totally drafting a potential contract for Marinette when Audrey snapped her up the witch! But its fine! Marinette has always been interested in Adrien! Surely she still is? Surely she's not been swayed by any of her new suitors! Right? Gabriel knows he can't mess with Audrey’s contract so he goes through Adrien, freeing up his sons schedule and telling him to spend time with Marinette to help her ‘adapt’ to the harsh world of fashion and modeling. He uses Adrien’s heroic nature to make it sound like hed be saving her from Chloe and Felix. And sure enough Adrien bites, using his friendship with Chloe to worm into fittings, meetings, and photo shoots. At first hes just there to make sure Chloe and Felix arent hurting sweet Marinette. But when he sees the blondes fighting for her attention, flirting with her, posing with her in some rather romantic settings. Suddenly hes less worried and more… Jealous? No! Not him! Hes concerned, confused, suspicious! Obviously he needs to spend more time with Mari- Wait! When did Kagami get here to take Marinette to lunch! And why are they all ignoring him!!!

Now Marinette is fully in the public's eye. Gossip blogs are being fed bits of info writing up each ‘candidates’ appeal as THE romantic partner to the Marinette Dupain-Cheng paris new darling, the girl with a heart of gold too oblivious to see the trail of hearts following her around! But there is still another contender yet to enter the game! Jaggeds been away on tour teaching Luka his up and coming protege all the tricks. And lets not lie Luka has his own fans now, enough to rival all the others. Jagged sees Luka as his own son, even calling him as much! Hell hes even adopted Luka and Juleka and when I say adopted I mean Jagged literally got shared custody of the kids when their real dad tried to start trouble once Luka started gaining fame. Luka and Juleka for one love their adopted father and his wonderful fiance Penny. But back to Jagged, being Jagged.

The moment Jagged is back in Paris he's checking up on his favorite designer and hopefully future daughter in law! When… WHAT'S THIS?! All the other ritchies in Paris are playing his game! Trying to get Marinette married into THEIR families! Not rock and roll at all! He was here first! And so being Jagged he decides to make Luka’s stake in the race for Marinette’s heart clear! By spamming social media with photos of Marinette being cute with Luka, taking his measurements, going out with him, the pair babying Fang, the two passed out against each other after a long concert. And he has photos going back at least a year or two! Soon Luka’s fans pick up the hype starting a trending hashtag finding the pair cute! Jagged feels confident that hes won! When Audrey retaliates, and from there its a complete train wreck. Before long each pair has a hashtag filled with cute moments and arguing over whos dating the model / fashion designer!

Meanwhile Adrien is drowning in denial as he goes through each hashtag seething about how many MORE photos everyone else has with Marinette, when HE is her very good friend and was here first! Felix, Chloe and Kagami on the other hand have declared open war after they tried to talk to each other about the hashtags reasonably only for it to devolve into “so you agree Marinette is best with me!” - “WHAT! No! Thats not what I said! Besides she clearly is best with me!” - “Ridiculous!” And so on. Poor Luka is having an entirely different reaction hiding in shame unsure how to face Marinette because he WAS going to ask her on a proper date now that she seems over Adrien, because even with everything she's the melody playing in his heart and he had a plan! But now his mom and sister are texting him and teasing him and apparently he has MORE competition! Who do these people think they are to deserve Marinette! No! Luka won't lose Jagged has been teaching him to be bold and confident! And Marinette is worth all of his efforts! Jagged REGRETS NOTHING even if Penny confiscated the tv remote!

Marinette meanwhile has no idea what's going on because the whole class made a dumb bet on when the designer would notice with one of the bet conditions being that no one could tip Marinette off and that they have to keep her away from Paparazzi so they dont spoil it either. And sense Alya is helping manage Marinette’s social media Marinette hasn't looked at it yet so she has NO idea what's happening. But her birthday is coming up next week and Chloe definitely didn't get dibs on planning a surprise party for her all so she could spoil the girl and RUB her GREAT relationship with Marinette into her competitions FACES! The competition however (and Adrien JustAfriend Agreste) have decided that they really aren't going down without a fight!

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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Okay okay lmao last one! But! Like imagine if Dabi is interested in reader who is shy and lowkey like just the whole trope of good girl and bad boy lmfaoo Dabi would ruin poor reader. But it would be like slow you know? Like he would play the long game?? So at the mosque he makes eye contact, small convo, and like walking you to your car and just like slipping in sly comments here and there and just little touches here and there

Or! If you guys are at a community picnic or party, he would sit beside you during lunch or dinner and would like put his hands on your lower back, lean down too close to whisper in your ears, and just relish in the way you get flustered and blush and just glare subtly at him and harshly whisper Dabi! Stop the elders are here! But Dabi does not care and just chuckles and smirks at you

And if omg he gets your family over to his house for iftar or chai and dinner? MsgHoaka he would totally ask the parents like oh! Let me show her around the house or like the garden or something and use this as a chance to get close to reader and be more handsy and all that

And! If he gets invited to your house for chai and dinner, he would totally in front of the whole family be like oh! Let me help her set the table or something and the mom would be omg wow what a good son! But like hes just using this as an excuse to like corner you in the kitchen and just hands on your waist and telling you how you are such a good girl and would make a good wife and he is totally gonna marry you and you're just sooo flustered and all that RIP

FUCK

PLEASE

MY HEART

OH MY GOD

WYM LAST ONE ???YOU HAVE OFFICALLY KILLED ME. HERE LIES HOTWINGS

Cause of death? This ask right here

GOD I’d tone down my personally so much if I could experience this. I mean, he would pretend to be all soft yet still dominant towards you, speaking directly towards you and staring you down while you stutter and feel the heat creeping up to your face. Somtimes you’ll meekly look up at him through your lashes and silently beg him to stop intimidating you so much, but he just grins and takes it as an invitation to lean his arm forward on the table next to your head and cock his head to angle right by your lips

When he’s alone with you via the picnic or iftaar it’s exactly as you said, he’ll lure you in enough so you think you can trust him but then with that same trust he convinces you that yes, it’s completely normal for men to caress their sister-in-arms up and down their sides, to touch their lips. And yes, it’s totally okay to feel uncomfortable and shy but don’t worry! He’s just teaching you all you need to know about how to be a good little wife…his little wife

When adults are around or close, his hormone ramp up even more as he thinks of all the ways he can fuck with you and see that cute nervous expression you get when he touches you. He’ll tangle his limbs around yours while you’re both reaching for the biryani pot handle, but he won’t back away when his hand brushes against yours, unlike you who flinches violently away when in contact.

“S-sorry,” you mutter.

“I’m not.” He says with finality, reaching for your hand again.

You gaze up at him in wonder as he trails his fingers up your wrist, along your elbow and across your shoulders to your collarbone. He lets himself feel your soft neck, his breath coming out faster as his fingertips finally trace across your parted lips.

“I can’t wait to make you mine,” he whispers.

“Wait, w-what? What do you mean?” You nervously chuckle and break out of your trance at his words.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see. You won’t be able to avoid me for much longer, your dad will tell you all about it.” He turns abruptly and waves you off, smirking at the confused look on your face.

But like he said, your dad will tell you all about how his parents already arranged for the two families to meet up in solidarity

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the-hopeless-haze · 4 years

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Someone You Have to Let In (Being Alive Chapter 7)

A/N: this is another long one - like 5-6k words? IDK! Someone needs to stop me lol. This chapter gave me so much grief so I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, suspect gets handsy; par for the course for SVU episode

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Rafael walks up the stairs to the precinct, his pulse racing and his heart pounding in his ears. Even his stomach feels queasy, and he can’t remember the last time he was ever this anxious. Olivia called him at one in the morning, saying she needed him there to talk about where they could get with this case. She never mentioned you - and he knew you were set up to be the thirst trap. Why wouldn’t she say anything about how you were? All he can think is the worst, and of course, she wouldn’t say anything to him. She may have suspected something was going on between the two of you, but she was never going to push his buttons and call him out on it over the phone. But that also meant that if you were hurt... he’d be the last to know. You hadn’t called him on your own, either, so something must have happened.

And sure enough, when he gets to the bullpen you’re at your desk, alone, huddled in a shock blanket, staring listlessly at the walls. Your makeup is done up like a working girl’s, all heavy dark eyeshadow and red lipstick, and he can see peeks of a tight sequined black dress underneath the blanket and torn fishnets on your legs. Eventually, your gaze meets his and you furrow your brow in confusion as he walks quicker toward you.

“What’s the matter with you?” you ask.

“What's the matter with me? (Y/n), what the hell? Why didn’t you call me?” he asks frantically. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Rafael,” you say as he kneels down in front of you. “Be quiet. They’re going to hear you and Sonny’s gonna be back any minute.“

“You think I care about that? What the hell happened?”

“Nothing! I’m fine. Olivia just didn’t want me in the room with him. It’s okay,” you mutter, shrugging. “I’m only wearing the blanket because I’m cold. Nothing happened to me.”

Rafael walks over to you and kneels down in front of you, peeling the blanket off to reveal fresh bruises and scratches, the imprints of another man’s fingertips and nails brandishing the skin of your shoulders. “Nothing happened to you? Bullshit. What’s all over your arms, cariño?”

“He got handsy. What did you think was going to happen? But do you honestly think Olivia would let anything worse than that happen to me? I’m okay,” you say defensively as tears build up in your eyes.

“You don't look okay! Why are you crying, then? (Y/n)--"

“Why are you yelling at me?” you cut him off, your voice straining as you wipe under your eyes with the back of your hands, black streaks of eyeliner smudging onto them. “Jesus Christ. You’re making me feel like I'm the one you're prosecuting. Go do your job. Don’t worry about me.”

But he did worry, now, because you had somehow figured out how to weasel into his life even though the No Vacancy sign was flashing. And it doesn’t even feel like a choice, it feels more like he owes it to you, and he’s honestly not sure how much he likes that. Still, though, he presses his lips to yours and takes off his suit jacket, draping it around your shoulders, giving you something of him to comfort you and put over the wounds someone else caused you. And isn’t that all love is? A healing balm for the pain we’ve been caused?

Rafael swallows thickly. He can’t be bothered to think of that now. He cares about you, but he doesn’t love you. Right?

Okay then.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. Stop crying,” he says, trying to level his voice.

You laugh a little, a few tears still rolling down your cheeks. “Wow. You could teach a class on comfort. Stop crying? Who knew that was all anyone had to say?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do,” he whispers, reaching down and squeezing your hands.

“Hey. You got me to laugh. And anyway... It’s okay. I told you I’m fine.”

You don’t say anything else, and Rafael really doesn’t know what else to do, so he just kisses you, one of his hands leaving yours to smooth down your hair.

“I’m okay,” you whisper against his lips as you pull away. “You weren’t called here because of me. Go do your job.”

“(Y/n)—“

But he’s cut off from continuing because he hears the bullpen office door open and he glances up at you. “I told you Sonny was gonna be back,” you whisper, and your eyes are urging him to go but it’s too late. You’re still wearing his suit jacket and Rafael has your lipstick on his mouth. The unspoken “secret” is going to be spoken now, and fuck it, maybe it’s about time.

“Hey, (y/n), they didn’t have that tea you wanted so I got you a hot chocolate and... oh. I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?” he says as he walks in, standing in front of your desk with a tray of hot drinks and a bag of pastries.

“No,” you say. “Rafael was just gonna go see what Liv needed.”

“I know that, but I mean...” His blue eyes dart between you and Rafael knowingly and he grins. “Guess you weren’t lying about the boyfriend just so I’d stop trying to set you up with my Fordham buddies.”

“No,” you say, winking at Rafael. “I deserve better than that, anyway. I like ‘em Harvard Law educated.”

Even Rafael has to laugh at that, especially when Carisi rolls his eyes as he puts the food down on his desk. “You got her dogging Fordham now, Barba? She used to be such a nice girl, too.”

“Mm. Rafael made me mean just like him,” you giggle, clearly having too much fun with this. “He’s an awful influence.”

“Well, damn. I guess Amanda was right. I mean, we all kinda figured, but... Amanda would’ve bet her whole life savings that something was going on. Well, good for you guys. You want me to keep my mouth shut, too, or...?”

“Can we trust you to?” you ask.

“Won’t even tell Sarge. Promise.”

“Mm. No. It’s okay, (y/n),” Rafael interjects was he glances at you. “I think it’s time we give up the charade, don’t you?”

“I’ve only been saying that for a good two months,” you tease, but you lean over and press your lips to the side of his mouth. Was this how you were going to be, now that you could show affection in front of them? Maybe this is part of why he wanted it under wraps; he didn’t want the squad to see just how much he had let you into his life. He has a reputation to uphold, and a lot of it was built on the fact that he came off as stoic, stern, and standoffish. And yet, with a simple touch, you destroyed that illusion and made it seem like the front that it was.

“Olivia’s going to be wondering where you are. I’m fine. Go,” you tell him, and he nods, squeezing your hand again before getting up and heading down the hallway to meet her.

The case seemed simple enough, although he needs a positive ID from the rape victims and the suspect wasn’t budging. He kept telling Amanda that you wanted it, and it’s all Rafael can do to not break through the glass and choke him out. And it’s not that Rafael was jealous, because he wasn’t. As long as you wanted him more than others, that was all that mattered, and he knows you’d never want this son of a bitch in a million years. But he’d never quite had the sympathy for upset significant others in these situations until now. Listening to this asshole talk in hypotheticals about what he’d do to you? Thank god you weren’t subjected to listen to this.

“Sorry for waking you up,” Olivia says. “But thank you for coming. I wanted to know what you thought when we brought him in.”

“It’s fine, Liv,” he says. “I don’t sleep anyway. Besides, it’s always good to get ahead. Is (y/n) set to testify? She’s going to need to, considering she was bait and...I know that can be difficult for her. I just want this airtight.”

“She’s just a little shaken right now. Did you talk to her when you came in?”

“Yes. You know what happened to her, though, when she was younger, don’t you? I just don’t think it’s fair to have her be the one who draws the suspects out like that, considering..."

Olivia’s eyes widen and she touches his shoulder, forcing him to look at her worried facial expression. “Did she say something to you? I know she can push herself too far sometimes, but I wouldn’t have allowed this if I thought she wasn’t able to handle it.”

“No. I think she can handle it. I just don’t think she should have to.”

Her hand squeezes his shoulder gently before letting go, and she gives him a tight smile. "I know. It's really sweet that you care so much, though, Rafael. I guess you really do have a soft spot for her, hm?"

"Oh Jesus Christ, Olivia. Just say that you know I've been seeing her outside of work,” he sighs exasperatedly.

Olivia laughs, her brown eyes gleaming. "I was wondering if you were ever going to tell me. Carisi catch you?"

"Maybe."

"So how long? Amanda thinks six months, but I wasn't sure."

Rafael snickers. "You need to keep her on a leash. But no. She's right. It's been about six months."

"Well, good for you, Rafael."

“So what happens now?”

“You take her home.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah. That’s it.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Upset? Why would I be upset? I think you two are good for each other. You keep her grounded, she keeps you young.”

Rafael scoffs. “Nice armchair psychoanalysis.”

“Is that why you tried to keep it hidden, though? You thought I was going to be upset?”

“I don’t know. I’m a lot older—“

“Not my concern. If she's okay with it, who am I to intervene? She’s not someone I ever pictured you with, but... like I said. You’re good for each other, and I trust you to keep things in line. You have so far.”

“Maybe not, if everyone figured it out."

"Well, you may be careful to a fault, Rafael, but subtlety is not your strong suit."

"Do I want to know what that refers to?"

"Probably not," she says, her brown eyes teasing. "But I was sitting next to you at the bar a few weeks ago and that's when I knew without a shadow of a doubt."

It takes Rafael a minute to think back to what she might be thinking of - so what, he left abruptly? Amanda was the one who got you two in a cab together... and then he remembers his hands between your thighs and your hands between his, and he feels his face flush of its own accord. "I'm sorry--"

"Keep in mind that I have eyes, and this is fine with me, okay?" Olivia laughs. "You might have a tougher time with the D.A., though."

Rafael shrugs, willing his blush to cool down. "I'll deal with it when the time comes.”

Just then, Amanda and Nick come out from the interrogation room, and immediately Amanda’s saying, “Hey, what’s got Barba all flustered? (Y/n) in that dress too much for him?”

Rafael shoots Olivia a glare. “That leash? It needs to be about ten inches shorter.”

Olivia chuckles and looks at Amanda. “Cat’s out of the bag, Amanda. You were right. He just admitted it.”

“Son of a bitch,” Nick sighs. “I can’t believe I’m going to be out $100 for this shit.”

“You actually bet on us?” Rafael asks incredulously. “You two are unbelievable. I thought you weren’t supposed to gamble, Rollins?”

“It’s not gambling when you know you’ll win, is it?” Amanda grins. “Thanks for the $100, Barba.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he snarks.

“You charging him so we can get out of here?” Nick asks.

“Yeah. Attempted assault for now so we can book him,” Rafael says, nodding.

Rafael talks to the suspect’s lawyer and has a conversation that will give him a headache into tomorrow, but there isn’t much to be said when there’s footage of him grabbing you thanks to cameras set up outside the club. And for the first time, he gets to leave the precinct with you without staggering your departure times so the squad didn’t see you leave together. He's surprised at how nice it is, even if he could do without Amanda and Carisi's comments.

“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad if they knew. I honestly don’t think they care as much as you thought they were going to,” you say as you walk with him down the stairs, your hand in his. You’re still clad in his suit jacket, wearing it like it was yours now, even buttoning one of the buttons toward the top.

“Still. It’s not exactly appropriate that we’re seeing each other.”

“Yeah, I know. But thank you for coming around.”

Rafael doesn’t say anything, just hails a cab. You lean your head against his shoulder as you wait, your tousled hair brushing against his lips. “Are you sure you’re alright? I watched the footage and—“

“I’m fine, Rafael. Really. Bruises will heal.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You’re about to answer but a cab pulls over and you get in wordlessly, Rafael following. He thinks you’re about to continue, but you don’t, you stay silent.

“(Y/n)? Talk to me,” he says gently after a few moments.

You draw in a breath, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I’ll be alright, honey. I mean, I had to expect that would happen. This is what happens when you’re the youngest female detective on the squad... and... let’s just say I look forward to getting older.”

“They can’t force you to go undercover like that. I can talk to—“

“No. You’re not talking to anyone for me, tough guy,” you say, smiling softly. “It’s not like that. I offered. I hate doing it, but...whenever I do, I just think about how I’m going to get away practically unscathed because I have a whole team of detectives watching out for me. What about all those girls who don’t have that? I’m doing it for them, so we get these pieces of shit off the street. It’s just... what gets to you is them looking at you like another piece of meat. That’s what haunts me, that’s what’s going to keep me up at night... but I’m okay.”

“It doesn’t sound like it! Jesus Christ.”

“It was worse doing it for homicide in Boston, looking into eyes that envisioned you dead,” you say, and Rafael feels a shiver run up his spine. “Believe me. I’ve had worse nights.”

“I just don’t think you should be doing it at all, though, given what happened to you—“

“It’s part of the job. It’s not the same. I expected this,” you murmur, and you’re silent for the rest of the ride, and you’re silent as you walk up to the apartment with him, and you’re silent as you take your makeup off in his bathroom, sullen tears slipping from your eyes down your cheeks. Rafael stands in the doorway, feeling that pit in his stomach grow stronger.

“Cariño? Why are you crying? Did I push you too far? I’m sorry.” He walks in, coming to stand next to you.

“It’s... the rape. Sometimes I still feel like I’ll never get over it.”

“Oh, bebita,” he exhales, his heart breaking a little, you seeping in through the cracks. In his career, he dealt with many victims of horrible things, men and women of similar circumstances to yours. He never quite thought about what happened to them after he prosecuted their rapists, never thought of the havoc it could wreak even decades later, and now he feels terrible for it. Who was he to think his prosecution of their rapists did anything more than placate them momentarily? “Did I do something wrong? I shouldn’t have brought it up. I’m sorry.”

“No. It’s not you. You’ve been so good,” you say, wiping your eyes with the tissue, a few leftover streaks of mascara bleeding onto it. “I don’t know. I was always told I’d never be a detective by my superiors in the academy, that I’d be stuck doing desk work because I was ‘too emotional’ or ‘too damaged’. I lasted a week in the Crimes Against Children Unit in Boston. A fucking week! The only reason I ever made it out onto the field was because the homicide lieutenant was desperate for staff. He would alternate between keeping the training wheels on and then taking them off, and it was just sickening. I never felt like a real detective. And here, I mean... Olivia’s like that too, kind of, but at least she only makes me step back when it is absolutely necessary. I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have been a detective. It would’ve been nice to have one part of my life this didn’t touch.”

“Come here,” Rafael says quietly, because he doesn’t know what else to say, and he lets you into his embrace, hugging you tightly into his chest. “You’re a great detective, and I’m not just saying that, (y/n). But you don’t have to do this to do your job. I don’t see Carisi wearing skintight dresses and I don’t see him with bruises up and down his arms, and he still gets paid the same as you.”

“Mm, Sonny in a skintight dress? That’d be something to see,” you giggle. “But I told you why I do this. It’s not just because I want to prove myself to the NYPD, it’s to protect those girls—“

“Okay. That’s admirable. But you’re paying for it now. And who’s protecting you?” You lift your head from his chest to look at him incredulously; as if he just figured out the world’s most complex math problem, and maybe he did just figure out one of your enigmas. “Let’s get you out of this dress, hmm?”

“I don’t want to have sex tonight,” you murmur. “Sorry—“

“That isn’t what I meant,” he says quietly. “Don’t apologize to me.”

“Oh?” you ask, your brow furrowing even more. “I thought—“

"No. Come on."

And it's quiet as he unzips your dress, as you slip one of his shirts over his head, as both of you brush your teeth before heading to bed. Rafael thinks you fell asleep as you're still silent for a few moments, staying stiff on your side of the bed, but you turn over and say, "Thank you, Rafi."

"For what?"

"For being so understanding. For being here, you know?" you say, pressing your lips to his. "I don't like to bring up my exes, but a lot of them just didn't get it and they just made me feel like I was never gonna be normal."

Rafael pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. "You deserve so much better than that," he says, all too aware of how hollow that statement is. Of course you did. But was he really that much better? And did you love those exes? Was that all you were destined for, loving men who would never let you into their lives? You'd probably picked the most emotionally unavailable man on the block this time. But he wants to let you in, needs to, even if it terrifies him. He does care about you that much, and you had weaseled your way into most aspects of his life.

Still, though, there was a huge part of his life you hadn’t been introduced to: his Mami.

He has to let you meet her. You’ve been asking, maybe even practically begging, and he has to now. There’s a list of men and women he slept with that his mother never met, and maybe that’s a sin, maybe that’s what will send him to hell, because yes, maybe those rules about abstaining from sex before marriage are antiquated, but at least your mother should meet her, preferably before you bang her. He was too late for before, now, but you have to at some point.

The problem was that he hadn't mentioned you to his mother at all.

"Six months, Rafael Eduardo Barba, six months, you been taking this girl out on dates, you been buying her dinners, having her over your apartment, sleeping with her, and you don't have the decency to tell your mother? Ay, what is she like? Is she bonita? Is she inteligente? Oh, Rafa, is she Catholic?" His mother's phone tangent almost never ended. She wanted to know everything about you down to your social security number. Part of it was probably due to the fact that he hadn't introduced anyone to his mother in at least three years, maybe five, and she hated the last woman with a passion. God, Rafael barely remembered her name now, and he thinks Alex set him up with her.

He almost thought his mother passed out when he told her how old you were. But then, of course, she said it was a sign from God and that you were going to give her at least three grandchildren, preferably five. It was always one of Lucia Barba’s biggest regrets that she only had one child, having grown up with seven siblings, but Rafael always saw it as a blessing in disguise. His father didn’t need any more targets.

God, that phone call was hell. But he has to let you into his family life, so... it was going out to dinner with his mother on a Wednesday night.

“When am I going to meet your parents?” He asks you at dinner while you’re waiting for his mother to show up.

You smile. “We’ll see.”

“Not really fair.”

“My parents are miles away. Your mother is a cab ride away. It’s really not fair that I haven’t met her yet.”

“You use up all your vacation days to go see your brother. You could’ve taken me to meet them any of those times. You’ve gone at least three times since we’ve started dating.”

“Well. You’re always busy when I go.”

“I can ask for time off, (y/n),” he says, but that thought is left on hold as his mother walks in the restaurant, heading straight for their table. He smiles when he sees her, getting up and hugging her and kissing her cheek.

You get up too, scooting out of the booth behind Rafael. You shake her hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Barba. I’m (Y/n).”

“Si, it’s nice to meet you too, sweetheart. You can call me Lucia. So. How did you meet my boy?"

“Work,” you say, sliding back into the booth before Rafael. “He works with the squad I’m on.”

“Yes. Special victims unit. Tough job. You must be a tough woman,” she says, sympathetically. “Now...You’re a lot younger than my boy,” she says after a few minutes and Rafael almost slams the table and walks out. God, he loves his mother but this wasn’t what he wanted to talk about.

“What is it, 15 years, give or take?” you ask, turning to Rafael.

“Seventeen,” he murmurs, feeling sick. He’s never felt so old. There was his mother, who had him at seventeen years old. What the hell did she actually think about him being with you?

“Do your parents know how old he is?” Mami asks.

You nod, which surprises him. He didn’t know you’d had that conversation. “He hasn’t met them yet, though.”

“Ay, at least you have a good excuse. They live away. You know, I haven’t met anyone in a few years. Rafa’s been a priest. Or didn’t like them enough to bring them to me. You must be special.”

Thankfully, the waiter comes over, takes everyone’s order, and Rafael is able to rein the conversation in a little, talk about work, the weather, anything other than the topics his Mami was particularly drawn to. You ask about his abuelita, and his mother frowns.

“She doesn’t get out much these days. We’re worried about her health.”

“She should be in a nursing home,” Rafael says, pursing his lips. “She’s stubborn, though.”

“Let her have one more Thanksgiving and Christmas at home, Rafa,” Mami says. “We can talk about that next year.”

“I’d love to meet her,” you say. “Rafael talks highly of her.”

“Ay, she raised him the days I couldn’t. We both owe her so much,” she says, her eyes welling up. “When’s the next time you’re free during the day? Come with Rafa and me and being her groceries. She really never gets to meet Rafa’s girlfriends.”

“I’d love to,” you say, smiling brightly.

"You know, Rafa tells me you cook. You want some recipes?" She asks you. "I've always wanted to pass down abuelita's recipes, but Rafael can barely make rice, and he's never had a girlfriend who could cook either, far as I know."

"I'd love them, thank you! Rafael's always asking if I know how to make Cuban recipes, but I don't."

"Rafael eats too much takeout. I worry about his blood pressure," his mother says.

"That's what I tell him!" you say and Rafael rolls his eyes. Of course his mother would find something to gang up with you on against him. Traitor.

His mother gets a cab, and leaves you and Rafael alone on the street. “Do you think she likes me?”

Rafael laughs, hugging you. “Yes. She wouldn’t give recipes to just anyone, believe me. It’d be hard to dislike you, cariño.” He lets you go, taking your hand in his as you walk down the street toward your apartment a few blocks away.

“Really? Because you hated me when we first met.”

“No, I didn’t. Why are you saying that?”

“You sure didn’t seem like you liked me.”

“I did. I always did.”

“Even when I told you off?”

“Mm. What did you say to me? No woman wants anything to do with me?”

“I guess I might’ve been wrong?”

“You think? I got you to stick around.”

“Hey. It’s been six months. Don’t get cocky. Anyone can do six months.”

He doesn’t say anything, just squeezes your hand. He hadn’t put in over six months with anyone in well, about six years. So maybe not anyone could, but he'd let you in, and you were staying, weren’t you?

“I like her. I see where you got a lot of things from.”

“Really? Everyone used to say I look like my father.”

“I don’t mean you look like her, I mean you act like her.”

“Oh,” Rafael says, pondering on that for a moment. Maybe he could handle looking into his father’s face in the mirror if his mother’s values were truly behind it. “When do I meet your parents?”

“Christmas?”

“Why not Thanksgiving?”

“Too soon.”

“How is that fair? And it’s two months away.”

“Fine,” you grumble. “Thanksgiving. All they do when they’re in the same room is fight. I’m not really looking forward to you seeing that.”

Rafael laughs. “Looks like I won’t get in a word in edgewise. Perfect first impression: they won’t even notice me.”

You chuckle. “They care. They’re good parents. But they shouldn’t have had children together, that’s a certainty."

——

His mother calls him that night, a few moments after he gets back to his apartment. “Mami, what are you still doing up?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about that girl?” she asks.

“What?”

“You heard me, Rafael. Don’t play stupid with me, not anymore.”

Rafael sighs. “I just didn’t. I’ve been meaning to.”

“You’re my son. I know when you lie to me. There’s a reason you kept her from me.”

“Mami, I’m 43,” he says heavily.

“I know how old you are, I was there the day you were born. You give me a good reason now, Rafael. Because I don’t understand it. She’s smart, she’s beautiful. She has a good job. I can tell she cares about you. Why did you think I wouldn’t like her?”

Rafael laughs, smiling against his phone. “I knew you’d like her. That’s why I haven’t mentioned her.”

“Ay, Rafael, you make no sense.”

“Yes. I’m aware.”

“So explain to your poor madre!”

“I didn’t want to get your hopes up,” he says softly.

“What? My hopes up for what?”

“Don’t make me say it,” he whispers.

“No. You say it, Rafael. Tell me so I don’t make any mistake.”

“I didn’t want you to get your hopes up in case I don’t end up marrying her!” The words hurt as they leave his mouth, turning around and stabbing him in the chest.

“But you did introduce me to her.”

And that’s where Rafael realizes his mistake.

“Do you want to marry this girl, Rafael?”

“I... I don’t know. You know how I feel about that—“

“Hmm. So you give me false hope anyway.”

“I care about her a lot, Mami.”

“But do you care about her enough?”

Well, that was the question, wasn’t it? He doesn’t know the answer. You two could never be perfect; could never be the ideal he had in his head because ideals weren’t real. Fairy tale romances didn't exist. So why try? Why get married, get tied down? Why not just keep a distance? You didn’t need to live with him, you didn’t need to take his last name, you didn’t need to have his children. You could just keep him company when he was lonely, and you could leave when he wasn't. And even now - you went back to sleep at your apartment because you had to wake up early the next morning to run with Amanda before work, and he had work to do tonight, and this way you didn't disturb him. It was just easier this way.

Right?

Maybe you didn’t want to get married at all, much less to an old man like him. You were still young, and you had years to settle down and figure things out.

Why was he hesitating? Men like him didn’t get women like you every day, and maybe that’s why men buy rings and ask for signatures on binding documents, he realizes with disgust. It’s why his father did it - his father was a decade older than his mother and he knocked her up and trapped her to a lifetime of suffering before she was legally able to vote or drink. Rafael didn’t want to be like that- you should feel free to leave him without worrying about divorce papers or the wrath of God.

Okay then.

If he could only have the good parts, it'd be fine. Waking up with you in the morning, your homecooked dinners that pull him away from his work just when he's getting fed up, the teasing that drives him up the wall but eases the tension in his shoulders... it's just, when you get upset and cry too much, when he's genuinely trying to work and you want to make out... and, oh, god, when you see him, when you just look at him and act like you know everything he's been through for the past four decades... It's too much. He doesn't want all of that.

Right?

Okay then.

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31 January 2021 Additions to Reylo Fake Relationship

These fics have been added to the Fake Relationship list located here.

I Need You to Kiss Me by SuchaPrettyPoison (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: “My cheating arse of an ex has just walked in with my ex-roomie who he cheated on me with, so if you can pretend that we are happy, and that you are madly in love with me - that would be grand.” She paused taking a breath before giving him a light airy smile. “Any objections?”) The Fake Boyfriend Problem by INTPSlytherin_reylove97 (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rose accidently tells her parents her roommate Rey was bringing her boyfriend for Christmas, instead of telling them she was bringing her own boyfriend Finn, the girls run into an interesting problem.) Just Kiss Me by SuchaPrettyPoison (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: At a party in Poe's house, a guy won't stop asking Rey to go out with him. Rey decides to silence him by pulling Poe's roommate Ben into a kiss.) To Play Pretend by SuchaPrettyPoison (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Single dad Ben Solo is tired of being hit on by some of the mums from his daughter's kindergarten class. He asks his friend Rey to come with him to pick up his daughter as his pretend fiancée.) Love is Strange by SpaceWaffleHouseTM (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, 7 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Or the one where Rey lies and tells her coworkers she has a loving husband and a son. Now the annual picnic is coming up and she needs a fake picture-perfect family. Fortunately, her friend Ben fits all the requirements.) Plus Won by AmberDread, DarkMage13, Erulisse17, Trish47, venetum (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After a drunken night of complaining at a bar, Rey and Ben agree to be each other's plus-ones for a variety of events. As friends and family continue to invite them to things, they discover that they really enjoy spending time together. And holding hands. And... kissing. What happens when their relationship starts to feel a lot more real than fake?) How to Keep Christmas by JaneNightwork (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, 26 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Ben have had feelings for each other since she began teaching at Chandrila Elementary School earlier that year, but neither knows their affection is mutual. Rey plans to use the the Christmas season––her favorite time of year––as an excuse to spend more time with Ben, and to find a way to tell him how she feels. But can she convince the Grinch-ish Ben to enjoy Christmas with her? Equally important: will her friends Finn, Poe, and Rose be able to stop themselves from matchmaking and meddling and general mischief?) Practice Makes Perfect by violethoure666 (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Grumpy Ben Solo gets asked out by Jessica Pava, the hottest girl in the office. The only problem is that he's a 29 year old virgin who doesn't wanna make an ass of himself with the aforementioned hottest girl in the office. Rey offers to help him get all the awkward and embarrassing stuff out of the way before his big date. Everyone can definitely stay cool and not catch feelings. No big deal.) Laid Between Words by jeeno2 (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 15 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is nearing the end of her temporary work Visa. Her friend Ben offers to marry her so she can stay in the U.S. She says yes.) How Much Can Kylo Ren Endure This Christmas by reylology (AO3 2017 Rated M Complete, 10 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: As the CEO of the number one commercial enterprise in New York City, Kylo Ren would think that bringing home a girl for his parents to meet should be the least of his concerns. But when a phone call with his mother takes an absurd, aggravating turn, he finds himself shoved headfirst into a lie. Desperate to prove his parents wrong, Kylo would do anything in order to see the shocked looks on their faces. Even if it means seeking help from the random girl that had just walked into his office for a job interview.) Overstimulated by adamsnackler (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben avoids going to parties because he doesn't like to get touched. Rey is intrigued by the mysterious man in the corner and swoops in to save him from a handsy flirt by pretending to be his date.) home is where the start is by sunshineflying (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben desperately needs a good grade on his philosophy exam in order to keep his GPA up enough to get into the master's program of his dreams. Thankfully, his friend Rose knows a girl who is a paid tutor on campus who can help him. But with Thanksgiving holiday just a few days away, and the exam looming on the following Monday, less than conventional tutoring methods must be taken.) Hey Sweetheart by SuchaPrettyPoison (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Anytime a guy flirts with Rey, her flatmate Ben swoops in and pretends to be her possessive boyfriend. She was never going to get laid. Six months since moving in with him, and he scared away all her potential ‘suitors’.)

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Saiyan Mates {Son Goku} - 2. Stretching

Stretching

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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "Dragon Ball", it belongs to its original creator Akira Toriyama. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release. Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.

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I will be writing out scenes even if my Oc isn't in them. As long as she's mentioned, or influencing the characters in some way. Or maybe because it influences the story. This may seem a bit annoying. But that's just how I write. I like to embed my characters into the story line. Because of this, most of the dialogue/scenes will come from the original work.

Warnings: Spoilers for Dragon Ball Z episode 11, Mentions of killing and death, Mates, Cursing, Violence

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Today's Special (Curse word involved)

"You want a whore, buy one.

You want a queen, earn her."

~ Cersei Lannister

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{Atena P.O.V.}

I woke up with a yawn, my eyes fluttering open. I was already expecting this. Sleeping gases never worked on me for too long, so I always needed two doses, versus Vegita and Nappa's one dose.

I turned to stare out the pod's only window and grin as I saw a planet in the distance. I rubbed my stiff neck, hmm, maybe stretching my body would help a bit.

I turned on my communication device, "Nappa, Vegeta! Get up!" I screamed as loud as I could.

I heard a groan from Vegeta, "God dammit Atena." He cursed as he woke up.

I smirked, "You up or-"

"I'm up!" He growled out. "But that idiot clearly isn't. Nappa, wake up!" He commanded.

The older man grumbled, "I'm awake. What's going on?" He asked, confused.

"Nothing much. But Atena wants to make a stop and stretch a bit, get some exercise." At this point, Vegeta didn't need his sister to tell him what was on her mind. He saw the planet and knew what she had wanted instantly. "Planet Arlia is right over there. Maybe we could sell it for a nice price."

I nodded, "I'm pretty sure that the party from Araclion is looking to expand. They'd be more than happy to pay a pretty penny for Arlia."

"That sounds good." Nappa agreed, turning on the lights on his space pod. "I hope these Arlians know how to fight. We haven't had any real competition since I can remember."

We then set a course for Arlia. Once we had entered the planet's gravity, we let it pull us down. And landed with a bang.

I climbed out of my pod, only to stare at a complete waste land with broken ruins scattered around.

"Aww man, what a mess. Not much is there." said Nappa from behind me.

"Obviously not." My brother rolled his eyes. "Let's have a look around shall we."

I sighed, "Sure, nothing better to do."

I watched Nappa pat a pillar lightly, only for it to crumble upon impact. "Are you sure you can get a high price for this planet?" He asked me.

"Doubt it." Vegeta answers.

But I shook my head, "On the contrary. As boring as this run down planet is, it's actually a selling point. We could actually charge more on the basis that the people buying it wouldn't need to tear anything down."

"Let's check around a little longer." Says Vegeta.

Our scouter then begins beeping as the ground near us bursts open and two large, blue caterpillar-like creatures attack us. My eyes zone in on their heads, Where two smaller aliens appear to be riding them.

"You are trespassing on Arlian territory." One of them says to us.

"Make one move and we'll blast ya." The other adds. "It was a good day to go hunting after all."

"Let's give them a proper welcome." His friend snickered.

I stare at the two creatures, unimpressed. I turned to my brother, "A proper welcome would be at least 1000 men, for each of us."

My brother rolls his eyes, "Oh please, just look at them. They'd need 10,000 just to land an attack."

"Let's just blast them." Nappa suggests.

"Eassy." Vegeta commands him.

"Surrender peacefully or face the consequences." One of them threatens.

"No." The Saiyan prince answers.

The bug looks surprised, I think at least. It then quickly says, "You left us no choice. Prepare to be destroyed then!" It fires a red beam from his mouth?... I think.

I can see it hit me, but don't feel a thing. The only trace it leaves is the dust that kicks up from the ground.

"That's the end of them." I can hear one of them say.

I let out a yawn, as the other two gasp to see us continuing to stand in front of them as if nothing had happened.

"Surrender at once!" They shout.

"Yeah! Make me!" Nappa screams back.

'Nappa. Surrender to them.' My brother commands us, through the familia bond.

I stare at him, not amused. 'Come one, let's have some fun, we're here.' He tells me.

I sigh, relenting. 'Fine. I'll play along with your little game. But if this ends up another stupid, wimpy male trying to mate with me, your going to owe me. BIG TIME!'

We extend our wrists forward as the two bug-like aliens begin rejoicing, "Yeah, they're giving up."

"I guess we're too much for them." His partner adds.

"They sure are ugly."

"But they'll be good entertainment for the king. Especially the women." One of them says, cuffing my wrists.

I feel my eyebrow twitch at the comment, 'Screw you Vegeta!' I curse through the link.

*****

I yawed in bordem as we were carried in a cage, pulled by the large insects most likely towards where their king is. 'Well if he's a king, he should at least have some guards.' I told the other two.

'That's exactly what I'm hoping for.' My brother responds.

As were herded into a jail cell, the man cackles, "You should be glad to know your cell doesn't have any rate. The prisoners ate them all."

"Oh, joy." I comment drily.

"Why you!" The bug-like creature shouts.

"Wait!" His friend pulls him back. "You know the king prefers his women to be mark free."

"Remind me to get that guy." Nappa growls.

"Sure." I shrug. "But the king's mine." After the sexist comments I can just feel coming my way, I'm deserve to be the one to end that pathetic life, so I'm calling dibs.

"Look at those aliens!" I hear from my left.

"They sure are ugly."

"Maybe they think we're the ugly ones." Another adds.

"Speak for yourself." His friend grunts back.

"Be quiet all of you. It doesn't matter what they look like. They're stuck in here just like the rest of us." One with a golden bangle on his arm chastises the rest of the group. "They're just more victims of that tyrant king. Locked away and left to rot." he says, rubbing his arm.

Yeah buddy, there's no way I'm pulling the pin on that grenade.

But, apparently, I didn't need to. "I'm afraid you visitors have come at a bad time. The new king of Arlia is very ruthless. He uses the prisoners for his own amusement. He even went as far as to steal my wife Lemlia on the day we were to be married. So you can imagine the pain I feel."

I scoffed, "So he's married and handsy. Isn't he the complete package."

I heard footsteps and turned my attention to two females of the race walking towards the cell holding something... pink?

ARE THOSE FRILLS?!

WHO THE HELL USES THAT MUCH LACE?!

Yeah, hell no!

I turn to my brother, "I'm done." And with that, I blast the cell bars open with an energy blast.

The guards instantly begin filling in, only to be met with the same fate as the cell blasts.

"Couldn't leave any for us?" My brother raises an eyebrow.

"Oh come on. Perhaps the ones upstairs may be stronger, though I doubt it." I suggest.

We walk upstairs and to the loudest room in time to hear the king calling for us.

"Don't put yourself out." says Vegeta, "We're already here."

"What's the meaning of this? Why don't these prisoners have an armed escort? And why is that female dressed in such a manner?"

"Dressed? You mean that pink monstrosity? Yeah, you wouldn't catch my dead body in that!" I scoffed.

"I don't know my sire." The alien next to him answered. "No orders were sent to the dungeon."

"Your guards met with an unfortunate accident." Vegeta answered.

"How dare you?"the king shouted, "Soon it will be your turn to be met with an unfortunate accident!" He screams at my brother, and then turns to me. "And you! You should be honoured that I even considered you."

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh please. You aren't even strong enough to be considered my pet, let alone my mate."

Please, as if I ever consider a man like him. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to pin me down. As a Saiyan it was in my natural instincts to desire a strong mate. My true mate may have died on our planet. But that doesn't mean I'd ever even think of having a child with such a weakling.

The man on the throne growls before turning to the cotton candy like women to his right. "You may not want to watch this my dear."

I sighed in exasperation and put a hand on my hip, "Yeah, sure. Tell her to turn away after you were just talking about doing things with another women, you disgusting pig."

"Why you! My guards shall make short work off this repulsive creatures."

"Really?" My brother asks in mock surprise.

"Ah, let's see." The man nodes, tapping his finger. "Yes, we'll test the big one with the shiny head against our champion in combat. The little one may go next, and we'll save the women for last. Now teach them a lesson."

A large alien from behind us then jumped at Nappa, only for Vegeta to shoot a line of energy blast out of his index finger and middle finger. Blasting his head clean off, and killing him instantly.

"Huh? I guess that makes you the new champion Vegeta." Nappa comments.

My brother chuckles only for the king, still calmly counter with. "Not bad. But 10 of our finest warriors have already mastered techniques using energy just like yours."

"They have?" Vegeta asks, turning around, "Interesting. We'd like to fight them."

I nod, "Who knows. Maybe I'll finally get to stretch a bit."

"Ready?" The saiyan prince asks.

The king let out a cry of outrage, "I'll see you suffer for your insolence!"

"Yeah, whatever." Nappa responded, "Can we get on with this already."

"Ah, how dare you!"

I chuckled, "Easy, you just need to spit out the words."

His 'elite' guards became to surround us, and fire off a red energy blast from their mouths in unison.

I touched the small sparks that were left behind. "How weak." I sighed.

"Was that it? It felt real good. It was refreshing." Vegeta antagonised them.

"Oh. I'll make you pay." The king growled. "If you think you can just walk out of here. You're sadly mistaken."

"You know what's funny, Vegeta?" I turned to my brother. "He keeps saying 'I' as if he's going to be the one fighting. It's hilarious."

"Guards! Attack! Destroy them!"

I sighed, "All right. Play times over." I created a circle of energy around me, and then expanded it outward. Then, when it was at the feet of the men, I shot the bright ring of energy upward, slicing off various parts of the aliens. Killing them.

"Aww come on Antenna. Couldn't you have left any for us." Nappa complained.

"What's the point?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "They're all weak."

"Open the gates!" The king commanded in fear.

I then began to hear gears turning and a section of the ground in front of us open. And from it, a large brown insect rose.

"So it's the giant bug from the ground trick?" My brother scoffed.

I shrugged, "I personally liked the giant rat a little better. It's screams were surprisingly nice."

"You need to destroy these creatures. They're bad. Very, very bad!" The king ordered the giant beast pointing at us."

"That's it!" I growl. "I'm done." I walked over to the king, startling him. "Please die." I smile at him kindly, before flicking his forehead with my index finger, and sending his head flying off his body.

"We're bad?" Nappa asks.

"Well a little." Vegeta answers.

"Correction." I challenge, "We're bad people, but great Saiyan's." I pretend to wipe a tear from my eye, "Oh how proud daddy must be."

Vegeta scoffs, "Daddy's girl."

I smirk, "Oh please, your just jealous that I was the favourite."

The large insect takes a swipe at us, only for us to jump up, like some kind of game of skip rope.

Nappa lands on some steps, and the giant bug gives chase.

"Lucky." I pout. "The only thing maybe worth fighting."

It then tries to lunge for Vegeta, only to miss and lose his balance, crashing onto the ground.

It begins shooting lasers at us, at which point we begin flying around.

"Hey ugly!" Nappa calls it. It thrusts a fist at the bald man, only for Nappa to grab the claw.

The bug begins the whimper as Nappa pulls his claw right out.

The creature makes a desperate attempt to capture him in his hands, only for Nappa to jump away at the last second.

"Hey! I got one more little surprise for you." Nappa then throws an energy ball straight at it, blowing him up.

The remaining aliens began crawling out, and at that point I checked out. "See yeah. I'm going back to sleep." With that I enter my pod, and once again set the coordinates for Earth. Only for once again my inner beast begins crawling around in my mind.

'We'll get some action soon." I tell her, figuring she was just feeling caged. I only hear her mutter something about mate.... before the sleeping gas kicks in, and I fall asleep.

*****

There's an Easter egg up there, did anyone spot it?

Heads up, there will definitely be Chi-Chi bashing. For all of you who like her, sorry. But it had to be done for the sake of the story. Remember, this is a fanfiction, so will by amplifying all her flaws by like 50, which can make anyone seem bad. So don't hate on me, the story, or the real Chi-Chi (and she tries her best in her situation). Because this is just a fanfiction.

Also someone pointed out to me that I accidentally wrote Vegeta's name with an 'i', as Vegita, a couple times. So sorry for that guys. And thanks for pointing that out, I'll try my best not to make that mistake again

Another thing I will be changing is - as the story progresses, Goku's saiyan instincts will help sharpen his mind, and his other senses. So smarter, and slightly darker and possessive Goku.

You can read the other chapters of this story (in order) on Wattpad, Quotev, Fanfiction.Net, Ao3, or Webnovel - Under the username Animeloverforever1127 (Under the same title of course). Or you could shuffle around my tumbler, (I’ll try to keep my tags constant) but I’d go with the first - just seems like a lot less work.

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Heart Too Cold, but Friends of Gold - Prologue

Just My Luck

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 1730

Summary: Avenger!reader AU. Part 2 of Melting Hearts series. Part 1 HERE.

Your life ended the moment you gained your powers and then found your way to the Avengers business. It’s a logical move for a villain to hurt your family to get to you – except no one outside your team knows who’s hiding behind the mask of Frostbite and they think you died the day of the lab accident giving you abilities.

Who found out? How? And what is their game? Only if you knew… at least you’re not alone in this. Far from it. You have an amazing boyfriend and a bunch of friends by your side.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of terminal diseases and experimetal treatment, mention of (sexual) child abuse

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Happiness did not last. It was a known fact, clear as day. Yet, you had let yourself believe for a while.

When you opened the envelope, scolding yourself for your naivety was truly the first thing you did. Or rather the second thing, because the first instinct was to curse.

“Fuck.”

Only then came the realization and the flash of anger aimed at yourself.

Happiness was not something to last. When had it ever in your life?

When you had been four years old, you had found the best friend for life or at least you had thought so. Her name was Emma, she had owned the biggest collection of hair-bands and she hadn’t minded sharing them with you.

Her family moved out from your neighbourhood before you turned six.

Few months after your first day at school – where you had loved it, finding a cheery boy with chubby cheeks and long-ish blond hair to sit with, immediately making friends with him and meeting his other friend, this time a girl again – you had started feeling dizzy and weak.

You had been diagnosed with a disease of incidence of 1: 100 000 000 shortly after. Just your luck.

While the headmaster of your elementary school had been promising they would provide you with an individual studying plan, they hadn’t. You had to switch schools and you had lost contact with your friends again.

By the time you turned thirteen, you had been to tens of doctors, but all they had been doing had been slowing down the progress of your disease almost insignificantly. You had been sleeping twelve hours a day, exhausted all the time. Any sort of sport had been out of question except walking – short walks, of course.

Your parents loved you nevertheless, even when you could tell that taking care of you, running from one doctor to another with zero results, had been draining them. They had dealt with your puberty and depressing thoughts. You had never told them you had wanted to kill yourself and that the one time you had actually started gathering pills, you had flushed them down the toilet in the end.

What you had told them was when you had met a guy at your support group. Ian had been a really sweet guy who had been diagnosed with diffuse large B-cell lymphoma. Ian had been your biggest love so far and the first serious relationship. You had been going through the hard times of therapy; together, since a new hope for your successful treatment had risen.

Ian had achieved a complete remission and his family had moved three states over to get a fresh start; it had been a heart-breaking goodbye. The goodbye felt even worse when not even two months later, the doctor leading your experimental treatment had gotten inappropriately handsy with his ten-year old son and went to jail, crushing your hopes completely.

You had been almost shocked when the alien invasion of New York hadn’t taken your parents from you considering your luck.

It had been the opposite actually, at least you had thought so – there truly had been some kind of luck, because relatively shortly after the City of New York had got hit, a new doctor had appeared out of nowhere.

Of course you had say yes to the new treatment – maybe rather for your parents than yourself.

Once again, you had learned that happiness never lasted. The experiment had gotten out of the team’s hands and it blew up to their faces. Or rather made their blood run cold. You had.

You dying to protect everyone you ever loved and who had stayed – that only being your parents at that point – had been necessary. You had told to yourself that it had been for the best, ending your parents’ misery. After all, they still could have another child, or adopt at least.

Cutting the ties had been the only option.

You had been lucky in a way – in return, you had gained a bunch of friends who were now as close as family to you, the best bunch of siblings (slash uncles, because really, Tony and Hawkeye were too much of father figures to be considered your brothers) and one amazing man to love.

No matter how crazy it was, you became a hero of some sort – you had become an Avenger and a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Your family was safe, your parents moving to Pennsylvania to start a new life and after a long time, you were truly happy.

It was a stupid mistake to think it could last.

Four months after getting together with Steve, you had received a phone in your fan mail, together with a tiny note in a neat handwriting.

‘Wait for my call, Snowflake’.

“Steve!” you called out for him, dropping the phone as if it burned you. It hit the wooden table with a clank.

You voice shook with fright on the simple syllable. Your heart was fighting its way out of your chest, beating rapidly.

Why would anyone send you a phone? Why would anyone call you a Snowflake? Steve called you that. And no one outside the team knew.

Well, Matt Murdock aka Daredevil knew, but just like everyone else, he knew better than to call you that; Tony had once called you your captain’s nickname jokingly and Steve shot daggers from his eyes so sharp that no one dared to do so ever since. Plus, this handwriting was way too pretty to belong to a blind man.

Not to mention the fact that you were sure as hell that Matt wasn’t just walking around spilling the beans about your privacy.

“You called? You okay? …had anyone asked you out again?” he teased you in the end to light up his concern. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice, snapping your head to him. He was exiting the bathroom, only his sleeping sweats on, his hands busy with drying his hair with a towel. He frowned when seeing your expression. “Snowflake?”

You winced at the addressing, so soft on his lips, yet making your throat tight as the author of the note – a complete stranger – had used the same nickname.

Steve’s brows furrowed as he walked closer, tossing the towel on the bed carelessly. His eyes were examining your face closely.

You couldn’t say a word; all the words, all the panic grew as lump in your throat, tying your tongue.

“May I?” Steve asked quietly as he leaned closer and you nodded, turning back to the desk. Steve glanced over your shoulder, his big palms resting on the table.

You squeezed your eyes shut, praying the items wouldn’t be there when you opened them again.

Steve’s sharp inhale crushed your hope and told you that you had no such luck.

“Who wrote it?” he demanded, switching from Steve to the Captain in a second. Tears escaped your eyes.

“I don’t know. There’s no address or signature.”

His warm palm touched your shoulder, squeezing lightly. You could sense his inner turmoil, him trying to balance the soothing boyfriend and reliable leader. “We’ll get it to Banner and Stark. Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”

His lips kissed the top of your head and then his comforting presence was gone. He pulled a t-shirt over his head, taking both the note and the phone into his handkerchief so he wouldn’t add his fingerprints on the top of yours and the mailer’s.

Except the phone started ringing on the way to the lab.

“Shouldn’t I…?” you squeaked weakly.

You felt like you had never received all the training, all the hours of Natasha and Steve teaching you how to remain calm in stressful situations. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been through worse; yet, there was something extremely wrong with this, something your intuition was nudging you with.

You couldn’t help it – the way this whoever got so close to your intimate life was scaring the shit out of you and your mind was suddenly blank, all experience and training thrown out of the window.

Steve shook his head. “Not until we get to the lab so they could at least trace the call.”

You gulped and followed Steve as he made his way in long strides, in rapid tempo. You were trying your best to ignore the annoying default ringtone, but it was like ringing was coming right from inside your head. It was ringing for eternity.

Steve looked at you with worries as it felt silent. His gaze softened when seeing your face and he slowed down his pace. “Hey. We won’t let anything happen to you. Promise.”

You gave him a tight smile neither of you believed and your shaky legs finally brought you to Tony’s lair.

“Oh, there are my favourite frozen friends. What can I do for you?”

“Not really in mood for joking, Stark.”

Tony’s too-much-caffeine-induced cheerfulness fell just like his smile. “What is it? Why do have these faces?”

You looked at Steve, hoping he would do the talking. He barely opened his mouth when the phone beeped again, this time with a text.

Steve frowned at the screen, his eyes going wide and his shoulders tensing.

“What is it?” you whispered almost soundlessly.

You could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he raised his gaze to you. His expression was one of horror. You were too scared of what he had seen to check the screen yourself.

“There’s a photo attached to a message,” he announced, his voice strangled. What on Earth could make him sound like that?

“What does it say?” you asked hesitantly, while Tony spoke up at the same time. “Whose phone is that?”

“You better pick up next time if you want them back in one piece,” Steve read out loud and quickly looked away from the phone.

Your heart stopped. Want what back? Want who back? Who the fuck was threatening you and what were they threatening you with?

You cleared your throat while Tony walked to Steve’s side, impatient with the slow progress. He froze too, shooting you an alarmed look.

“What’s in the picture?”

It was a rhetorical question, really. Deep inside, you already knew. There was someone threatening you, most likely with a picture of someone you would want back, and they had somehow got close enough to you to know you were being called Snowflake by the man you loved. There was no doubt they figured out your identity and there weren’t many people they could have targeted.

Steve raised his gaze to you, blue eyes serious and full of sorrow, confirming your suspicion with only two words.

“Your parents.”

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Part 1

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I tagged people who followed the previous part, sorry if you didn’t want that. Rules remain the same - anyone wants in or out, send me a message :)

Thank you for reading!

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pancakebutton · 4 years

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Teacher X Reader Part III

Summary: In the midst of the hockey season, you learn how to ice skate and play hockey because of Matt and Mr. (T/C). You get a new English teacher who ends up absolutely hating you. And because of certain circumstances, Matt ends up being a big help to Mr. (T/C).

Warnings: Foul Language & Sexual Content

Word Count: 3755

Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Sexual, Series.

Pairing: Insert Teacher X Reader

A/N: (Y/NN) is your nickname

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Everyone was still hyped up from the assembly including Mr. (T/C) who still has pieces of string confetti in his hair. After we finally settled, we hadn’t even gotten through half of the lecture done before Allen’s phone went off. He checked it of course, but his eyes went wide and without thinking of where he even was, he showed us his phone.

“Dude look at this! Thomas just got in a fight with Julien Castillo!”

“Thomas who?”

“Thomas (T/L/N)!”

I paused, “wait Mr. (T/C) has a son?”

“No his nephew.”

“Haha look at this! Damn Thomas really got em eh?”

I didn’t notice that Mr. (T/C) was listening the entire time, and he didn’t look pleased.

“Mr. Jones, mind if I take a look?”

Allen looked like he’d seen a ghost, “o-of course sir”.

Mr. (T/C) took Al’s phone and watched the video over, when it ended he sighed.

“That damn kid.”

I nervously tried helping the situation, “I didn’t know you had a sibling (T/C)”. His face of worry and anger dissolved and he seemed to have softened a little.

“Oh yeah, my older brother sure did teach a little fight in his two sons. They go here actually, thanks Allen, I’ll be sure to give him a stern talking to.”

“I didn’t mean to snitch on em sir, promise!”

“I know I know, I won’t tell him I found out through you. Now back to how bills are made.”

The bell rang and I stood to grab my stuff, before we all could leave however, Mr. (T/C) called out,

“Miss Maine, if you wouldn’t mind speaking with me for a few minutes?”

My friends “ooo’d” as they all smiled, Mo winked, and walked out of the classroom.

“Catch ya later (Your Nickname)” Brock teased, and I walked over to his desk.

“Yes sir?”

He leaned back in his chair and smiled.

“It seems I won our bet last night, oh and thanks for volunteering me for that contest so it seems you owe me double the payment in return.”

“What?! Haha that’s not fair Mr. (T/C) I didn't promise a prize for that silly contest.”

“Well a little bird told me you don’t know how to play hockey, my youngest nephew Zach is a goalie for the team and he plays tonight. Wanna stay after and play against me?”

I was taken aback, “I’d love to, but I think that match would be unfair, could I bring my friends with me, just you versus us? I’d love to see that skill of yours. I've heard you played college”. He then chuckled and nodded, “you’ve got yourself a deal then”.

The game was tied 3-3 with two minutes left in the third period. Zach had made countless saves and was doing fantastic, both teams seemed evenly matched. I was sitting next to Mo and Kaitlyn, but everyone else was there too, including Allen’s twin sister Ashley. Matt was on the ice, as it was a varsity game, and just slammed number thirty-eight into the boards and the crowd went ballistic. I had also found out that Matt had a younger brother who was a junior this year and was a defenseman like him.

“You got this boys!” I cheered. Since it was just a regular high school hockey game and not a championship, it would have ended in a tie. But with twenty seconds left, Matt’s wrist shot ended up in the back of the net. The crowd erupted in cheers stood for the last seconds of the game, us obviously winning. We waited for the boys to come back out of the locker room to congratulate them as they left. And slowly but surely, everyone left, leaving the empty rink all to ourselves.

“And did you see number nine’s slash on Smith? That should have been called, damn the refs are blind!”

As me and Mo were standing by the boards, waiting for everyone else to get skates, I heard a few new and familiar voices. I turned to see Mr. (T/C) walking towards us, followed by his two nephews.

“Haha I know Tommy it was right in front of me”.

“Sometimes I wish I did hockey just to be a total goon!”

“Okay settle down Thomas, boys these are my two students Morgan and (Y/n).”

Now that I’ve actually gotten to meet them, I noticed how Thomas, the older one, had the same hair color as (T/n) but he had deep blue eyes and was a bit slimmer. And Zach was adorable! He looked just like (T/n) but with much lighter hair.

“Nice to meet you,” Zach greeted. Thomas kinda just looked at me and smirked. He whispered something only (T/n) could hear and nudged him and Mr. (T/C)’s face immediately went red as he quickly shushed him.

“Aye (T/C)! We got some more skates for us, I see you brought your boys as backup?”

“Well, I know I could beat all of you, but it wouldn’t be too fair on my part and why not bring more company”. He then turned to me, “ready to start skating Miss Maine?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

I then made my way towards the ice, Matt was already on it, waiting to catch me in case I decide to fall.

“You got this (Y/n)!” He cheered and I took one step and immediately slipped, but fell into Matt’s arms. I laughed awkwardly, “he heh, thanks Williams”.

“Anytime (L/N).”

Mr. (T/C) coughed behind us, “next time keep your knees slightly bent and your legs shoulders width apart”. I laugh, “thanks (T/C) I’ll be sure to keep that in mind”. I let go of Matt and began trying to skate by myself, but I wasn’t expecting Mr. (T/C) to take my arm and help me as I was leaning a little to the left.

“Th-thanks. So (T/C) what made you like the leafs?”

He smiled as our arms linked and everyone warmed up by skating around or taking shots on Zach.

“I’ve never really had a favorite team, but I’ve always thought the leafs were a good team.”

“And I’m guessing you only like Matthews because he’s an idolized American on a Canadian team that doesn’t like Americans?”

“Bingo.”

I then felt my knees buckle as I hit a rough patch in the ice. But because I was still holding onto (T/C), I ended up bringing him down with me.

“Sorry Mr. (T/C)”. I then realized the position we were in. I was underneath him as his hands ended up on both sides of my head. Thomas, seeing the entire situation, then called out, “I know you’re a hands on teacher uncle (T/n), but you don’t need to be THIS handsy!”

Mr. (T/C)’s cheeks began to dust pink as he swiftly got us both back on our feet.

“It’s fine (Y/n) I should have caught you. Well on the bright side you’re getting the hang of it.”

“Yeah barely, I’m as fast as an old man!”

“Haha, well it will make playing against you even more fun.”

“At least I have teammates to pull through for me.”

We laughed and agreed to start the game. Of course I was slower than everyone else, but it was a lot of fun. I cross-checked (T/C) and slashed his stick, which I knew I wasn’t supposed to do but I was just having fun and (T/C) enjoyed my weak jabs.

“Gettin’ a little feisty huh Miss Maine?”

“Haha yep, I’d drop my gloves if I had some...and if I weren’t fighting you.”

“Why not me?”

“You’re like a brick wall! It’s literally impossible for such an inexperienced player like me to get the puck from the expert you!”

This made him laugh and my heart fluttered. I loved his laugh. I loved the way he teased me. God I need to get a grip. Theo then skated up to me and told me we were having a team huddle. Kaitlyn was our goalie, Theo and Matt were on my line and we had Beau, Allen, and Ashley on the bench. (T/C) took Brock and Matt’s brother Nick.

“We need to do the Flying V” Theo half whispered to the huddle. Matt then chuckled, “yeah like they won’t see that one coming”. I laughed too but agreed it would be a fun gesture and we decided to do it. Us three skate behind the net and slap our sticks down on the ice while chanting like they did in the movie. I looked over at (T/C) who was smiling ear to ear as he had already known what we were doing.

We then take off with me in the center with the puck, Theo to my left, and Matt to my right.

“The Flying V!!!” We all yell as we collide with (T/C)’s team. Matt takes his brother, leaving Theo with Brock and me with (T/C). But I anticipated him easily taking my puck, so I went to the left like I normally do, but I sneaked the puck to the right at the last minute and it passes between (T/C)’s legs. I decked around him and got back to the puck and shot and it went right past Zach into the net.

I then cheered, “It worked it worked!” thus causing Mr. (T/C) to laugh.

“You know you’re still losing 1-9 right?”

“Ugh, whatever! I still scored against you (T/C) and that’s all I need. Now I think it’s about time we went home, I’m pooped.”

Everyone agreed it was getting late and we should’ve gone home.

As we gathered all our stuff, Matt grumbled to himself.

“Forgot my damn phone in the locker room again! Ugh good thing they haven’t locked it yet, I’ll be right back guys.”

Then he ran off into the boys locker room.

“You guys go on ahead, I’ll wait for Matt” I offer followed by nods and goodbyes. I ended up standing around for about fifteen minutes before getting concerned.

What did he use the bathroom and fall in or something?

I knock on the locker room door with no response from the other side.

“Matt?...Matt come on I need to go home.”

Silence.

I huff and decide to just go in, it’s not like anyone else is in there and he was just looking for a phone not getting undressed. I look around and find him looking through a locker in the back.

“Jesus Matt are you deaf or something?”

Matt jumped, not expecting my arrival, “God (Y/n) don’t scare me like that! Haha sorry the walls are soundproof, don’t want the other team hearing our game plan”. I smile, letting it go.

“I hope you don’t mind me in here.”

“Not at all, I actually needed to talk to you-ah! Found it! Perfect timing too.”

I was taken aback, “what is it you needed to talk about?”

He paused, like he was contemplating telling me what was really on his mind.

“...you did really good for your first time skating.”

I was slightly disappointed, but still wanted to play along, “oh is that a compliment Williams?” He laughed, “yeah don’t get used to it (Y/L/N).” Then he grabbed his stuff and began walking out and I followed.

Once out, there by the bleachers was Mo who was at first smiling, but it slowly dropped.

“(Y/n)! You forgot your keys in my bag...what were you both doing in the men’s locker room?”

That’s what she was worried about.

“Thanks Mo, oh and I was just helping Matt look for his phone haha...Well I’m gonna go now, bye.”

I quickly sped off in hopes the shorter amount of time spent around her would keep me from looking like a threat to Mo. I knew she liked him and I didn’t wanna ruin that for them both.

I sat at my desk filing through the latest assignment as it was six-thirty in the morning. I got to (Y/n)’s paper and immediately regretted it. It was impossible to get her off of my mind, again. I then remember what Luke, one of my buddies, had told me about writing your thoughts and feelings about something to get it off of your chest. Might as well try it right?

Nothing.

I couldn’t find any words to describe her.

‘Dear (Y/N),

Words can’t even describe what you do to me. Your voice is like a gentle breeze that billows over the ocean tides. Your eyes twinkle in amazement and interest one like the stars in the sky or snow falling on a child’s nose. Being around you is like a drunk to alcohol, always wanting more and more until I feel like I can’t live without you. You’re smart, caring, loving, kind, I could go on and on like a senator giving a filibuster. I feel like I don’t deserve you in a way. When I was your age, I could barely hold a conversation with a girl, God I was such a dork. Even now, you’re still out of my league, out of my reach. Wishing you were mine to hold.’

And so it came.

I sighed and rub my eyes trying to ease my mile a minute thoughts. I decided taking a quick walk would clear my head, so I stood and walked out of the classroom.

Today is going to be terrible if this keeps up, I don’t know how much longer I can take her not being close to me.

I turned a corner to stop for a drink and kept going.

Maybe I should offer her extra credit so she can spend more time with me. Gah! No no that’s not fair to all the other capable students. What to do, what to do-

I reach back to my classroom, only to find Matt holding the key paper to the quiz we were supposed to take today.

“Matthieu Williams what in the hell do you think you’re doing young man?!”

He jumped and threw the papers back on the desk and stuttered, “N-nothing sir...Fuck you caught me Mr. (T/C), I’m sorry it won’t happen again.”

“I could get you kicked off the team for this you know.”

“And I could get you in some serious trouble with this letter you wrote about (Y/N).”

My eyes went wide and I stepped back a bit.

“...what are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb Mr. (T/C) it’s literally addressed to her.”

I glare at the kid and walk over towards him to take the papers back before he could use them against me, only for him to pull it away. Damn tall kids these days.

“And it seems you’ve caught me as well Mr. Williams. Now what will we do about that?”

“I’ve got a boon for you (T/C). You give me an A on this test and forget I was looking at the papers, and I’ll forget about seeing that letter.”

I pause and consider my situation. There was no other option, “fine. Now hand me the paper please.” Matt then finally returned my letter, so much for those. Matt’s face then went smug.

“You know (T/C) I feel the same way, what you wrote about (Y/N) that is.”

I could feel my face heat up with anger, causing me to grab Matt by the collar.

“Now you listen here you little-”

“Hey! Hey! Let me finish! I was going to say, I had liked her in the past, but it seemed she was a little distracted by you. I can tell she likes you (T/C) and I wanna help you.”

I let go of his shirt and step away, “and why would you help me?”

“Because even though I thought the same things you do about her and she obviously doesn’t return those feelings because of you, she’s still like a sister to me. And I really wanna see her happy.”

I raised my eyebrows in confusion, but it fades as I realized the answer.

“You like Morgan instead huh?”

He paused, “yeah, I didn’t notice it at first but the reason I’m letting (Y/n) go is because I found someone else I guess. But now to you, how long has this been going on?”

“What me favoring (Y/n)? Since she first walked in. I don’t know though, I’m not older than her by too much, but if I confess to her and she turns me down, she could tell someone and get me in trouble. And if she says yes, it’ll be hard to keep our relationship a secret.”

Matt leaned back against a desk and crossed his arms.

“And so what? If she is really worth all this to you, then tell her that. You’re her favorite teacher and she talks about you all the time and I’m sure she shares your feelings. If you don’t try then you’ll regret it I promise you that, and in all honesty I think you’re running out of time. Lots of guys are pursuing her and it’s only a matter of time before she caves because you took too long.”

I lowered my head knowing he was right and sighed.

“Fine then. Got any ideas as to how I can tell her correctly?”

Matt smiled and set his hand on my shoulder.

“I’ve asked tons of girls out before, you’re in good hands.”

Morgan had told me to meet her on the second floor classroom commons which was basically just a lounge around the counselor’s office. She didn’t tell me why or give any details so I was kinda rushing, causing me to turn a corner a little too sharply and bump into a teacher I didn’t know.

“Gosh I’m so sorry miss, here let me get that for you.”

“Oh thank you honey, where are you headed to in such a hurry?”

“Oh just worried for a friend.”

“Ah I see, what was your name again darling? I didn’t catch it, I'm Miss Crossland.”

“Oh I’m (Y/n), nice to meet you.”

I held out my hand but she just stared at it, looked up, and glared at me.

“You should watch where you’re going miss. Good day to you.” And then she walked off. I let my hand fall back into my pocket.

Rude ass bitch.

And I quickly walked towards Mo.

The second semester started tomorrow and here I was sitting in front of my computer screen staring at my schedule in awe. I had a new English teacher. Miss Crossland. Great. I groan and fall back onto my pillows as I try getting some sleep. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that my final semester as a senior was going to be hell because of her, and I don’t even know why she hates me.

Morning came and I walked into my first class which was math, and started counting down the minutes until I’d have to endure Miss stuck up. Finally the bell rang and I felt my feet drag as I got closer and closer to her classroom, which was surprisingly right across the hall from my next period with Mr. (T/C). Thank God I still had his class.

“Miss (Y/n) nice to see you not bumping into people this time. Your seat is at the front closest to my desk.”

I didn’t say anything back, too busy silently cursing her under my breath, and rolled my eyes after passing her. I looked over at my desk locked eyes with Matt in the desk right next to mine and immediately felt better.

“Thank our lord and savior Jesus Christ you’re here.”

Matt laughed, “what’s got you all worked up?”

“Oh nothing except for the fact that Miss Crossland already hates me and I have no clue as to why.”

Matt looked at me with concern.

“What did you do?”

“Absolutely nothing! I helped her pick up papers one day and told her my name and that’s all it took!”

He threw his head back and laughed, “maybe she knew someone she didn’t like who had your name too.”

“I guess, I don’t care just as long as I don’t have any problems with her.”

But of course we ended up with problems. She critiqued every little thing I did from my writing to my outfits. She was basically calling me a dumbass whore every day.

“What do you mean? This paragraph has no more clutter to get rid of Miss, this is the third time I’ve edited this particular section.”

I was currently fighting her over a damn essay that she decided to give a ‘C’ because of my terrible writing. I’ve edited everything she’s instructed, but to no avail, she keeps finding more things. I’m pretty sure she only tells me a quarter of the things wrong with my paper so I keep coming back more and more frustrated.

And damn was I getting frustrated.

“You can’t use infinitives and you forgot to delete all the conjunctions. Now get away from my desk, I don’t need your stench all over me.”

I clench my fist holding my paper reaching my limit.

“That would have been nice to know when you half-ass graded my paper Miss!”

“Watch your tone young lady! You will see me after class and that will be the end of it.”

I huff and sat down glaring a storm while endless curses spewed about my mind. The bell rang and I stayed seated, my gaze never leaving hers.

“Why do you hate me?”

She smirked and kicked her legs up on her desk.

“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t know you damn slut.”

My chair screeched behind me as I quickly stood. I despised people who called me or any women that.

“You’re one to talk.”

“I know you’re messing around with Mr. (T/C), I watch you basically throwing yourself onto him and I don’t appreciate whores messing with what’s mine!”

She also stood. Our eyes locked like we were in some sort of battle.

“How dare you assume such a thing! Mr. (T/C) is my favorite teacher and nothing more.” I couldn’t even comprehend what happened. All I remember is closing my eyes and reaching for my cheek that stung immensely.

She slapped me.

#teacher x reader #teacher x student #teacher #reader insert #fanfic

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Elizabeth Mikaelson - What If? Chapter 16

Authors Note: Sorry for such a long wait, I lost my original draft and Iv’e had to re-write it to the best I can remember. As always thank you for continuing to love Elizabeth’s journey! 💜 And if you love the story and want to be notified when the next chapter is released join my Lizzie-Lijah Stag Tag. Lizzie-Lijah Stag Tag: @skeletoresinthebasement @sparrowsparrow

I swallowed and playfully raised my eyebrow. “Don’t think it’s the right time for that sort of thing is it Elijah?”

Clearing his throat. “I won’t ask again, the truth.” Elijah replied to you.

“Alright, no need to get handsy although if you make the offer later tonight I’ll definitely change my mind.” I said with a chuckle.

Elijah took a step back, eyeing me while sorting out his tie. “It’s your mother Elijah I don’t trust her.” I admitted.

“Why didn’t you come to me? You know you can always confide in me.” Elijah asked.

“You just had your mother return from the dead after all these years, I didn’t think you would believe me.” I said softly.

“I will always listen to you, you have my word.” Elijah replied cupping my cheek.

Leaning into his touch I smiled at him. “Mother wishes to speak with Elena, I’m going to ask her in hope that we still can rely on her to find out what she says.” Elijah says.

“I was going to see if I could speak with Esther myself, try and make out that she can trust me in whatever she could be planning.” I whispered.

“Be careful please Elizabeth.” Elijah asked.

“Of course, I’ll find you shortly.” I said reassuring him.

We shared a simple kiss and then parted ways, I went to find Esther. I knew that I was doing was dangerous if Esther figured out I was just trying to get an idea of she could be doing I could be in serious danger. But my instincts were never short so I knew I was onto something and with the burning of sage I smelt the previous night and even now as I approached the door everything was adding up. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves I knocked on the door. I was met with Finn, he didn’t look thrilled to see me and how he opened the door only slightly so he could fit part way through blocking my view into the room.

“Elizabeth? Something the matter?” He asked.

“Is your mother available to talk? I would like to speak with her. Its a topic that she knows strongly about.” I said to my oldest brother in law.

“Mother, Elizabeth wishes to speak with you.” He said.

“Let her in Finn.” Esther replied from inside the room.

“Very well.” Finn said out loud and opened the door fully allowing me to walk inside.

As I walking inside the saw items and object spread out on the large table in the room, a large bowl, stained paper and the remains of the smoldering sage.

“How can I help Elizabeth?” She asked softly offering me a seat at the table she was sat at.

“There have been things that have happened recently.” I started.

“Things you can’t explain?”

I nodded my head as I smoothed the skirt to my gown and took my seat opposite her, resting my elbow. “I can help you with that, I can explain everything to you, even teach you a new thing or two.” Esther added.

I said nothing and just eyed her up and down, whilst quickly looking past her to keep and eye on her eldest son.

“Nature demands balance, and already that balance has been altered because of Niklaus. I’m ashamed with what I had done however I now must live and accept that. But your something very different and yet so similar to my son. Elizabeth my dear your a hybrid of your own.” Esther explained.

I chuckled at her remark. “I’m a vampire Esther there’s no changing that.”

“Have you ever heard of a siphon?” She asked.

I shook my head. “A siphon is a witch unable to cast magic on their own. They must rely on magical objects or beings to absorb. Some call them abominations but that is what you were before you died.”

“And what would you call them?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Special.”

“Just because I was a siphon then doesn’t mean I am now.” I told her.

“No your right, your something a little more now. Your a heretic vampire. A siphon now stuck with a vampire body, with an endless amount of supernatural energy to absorb. Help me and I will teach you everything I know.” Esther added.

“Help you?” I questioned.

“Yes, you could become so powerful and yet bring the balance back to nature.” She replied, trying to entice me to her cause.

“Your plotting something.” I said abruptly.

Seeing as I had already cottoned onto her scheme she let out a sigh. “I am merely fixing my mistakes.”

“The ball its a cover! It makes sense for all your children to be under the same roof along with the doppelganger. You want me to help you murder my family?! The people who took me in. You just want to end it all? What about Elijah? You said you were happy that he had found someone and settled down!” I ranted.

“In another lifetime you pair would have made a perfect couple.” Esther admitted. I got up from my chair and made a bee-line for the door to where Finn sped over and intercepted my way of escape.

“Finn out of my way.” I growled, flashing my eyes and veins. Getting up from her own chair Esther made her way over, cautiously I stepped backwards I turned to face Esther, I was out numbered and seriously overwhelmed. And Esther knew that, I was a fool to come alone. But to make sure I would no longer be a threat with a simple flick of her wrist my neck snapped and my body tumbled to the floor.

Fluttering my eyes open, I squinted at the light, I sat up as I had been placed on the sofa in the room. Inhaling I smelt a chance, I recognized the scent anywhere it was Elena she had been in the room. Seeing that I had awoken Esther and Finn turned to look at me as I got up and stood on my feet. “You had Elena in here haven't you.” I mumbled.

“She just left and so should you, Elijah will be concerned.” Esther replied.

Picking up the skirt to my dress I wobbled towards the door once more. “One more thing, I can’t have you telling Elijah our little secret.” Esther added.

“Finn would you please, make sure Elizabeth doesn’t remember anything about our plan.” She asked her son.

“Yes mother.” He replied.

I tried to make my way to the door before Finn got to me, but he was too fast. He held onto me I tried to avert my eyes but it was impossible I was drawn to them. “You will not remember the details of mothers plan, you only spoke about your history.” His eyes bore into my own as his pupils dilated.

“I will not remember the details of Esther’s plan, we spoke only about my family history.” I repeated plainly.

“Go enjoy the ball Elizabeth.” Esther said, encouraging me to leave.

Unsure why the back of my neck ached I left the room and made my way back down the hallway and down the stairs. Spotting Elijah I headed over to speak with him. As I carefully made my way down the stairs I saw he was speaking with Elena.

“She just wanted to apologize for trying to have me killed.” She told him.

“So it’s true, then? She's forgiven Klaus?” Elijah asked.

“Seems that way.” Elena replied.

Hearing from Elena that Esther had forgiven Niklaus I had hope that we could all live together happy as a family. But as each step I took towards Elijah and Elena I could help but feel something in my memory was missing. But seeing as I left Esther she was happy and explained what I was I shook off the feeling and returned to Elijah.

“Where did you get to?” He whispered.

“The talk with your mother lasted a little longer than expected, I’m sorry if you worried. She knew a lot about me.” I told him.

Pulling me close to him his hand around my waist. When the sound of a crystal piece of glassware being tapped. Looking up to see where the sound had originated from I saw Esther making her way down the staircase and addresses the guests.

“Good Evening, Ladies and Gentleman. Waiters are coming around with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass. It provides me with no greater joy then to see my family back together as one. I'd like to thank you all for being part of this spectacular evening. Cheers!” Esther announced.

While Ester was speaking I noticed that waiters where milling around everyone with trays of champagne selecting two glasses I offered one to Elena. “Too a fresh start.” I offered, giving her a smile to which she reciprocated.

“Cheers.” The three of use and we all clinked our glasses with one another. We all took a sip of the champagne and I rested my head on Elijah’s shoulder smiling.

After the toast Elena had gone out to find her companions and myself and Elijah had taken a moment away from the ball to have a walk outside. The bitter cold would have made the humans turn back to the warmth inside but it was refreshing and made me sometimes wish that we are not affected by the change in weather, however Elijah being the gentlemen that he was placed his suit jacket over my shoulders, we walked together hand in hand.

“How did mother seem to you?” Elijah asked me, coming to a stop.

“She seemed helpful, I was told about my heritage.” I explained.

“Your heritage?” Elijah asked sounds slightly puzzled.

“I was a siphon back when I was human all though years ago, but now that I’m a vampire she said I have the ability to cast my own magic. It would explain how the dagger suddenly became too hot when I tried to stop the fighting between you and Niklaus that night.” I replied to him.

“Well that would clear up that mystery.” Elijah said with a chuckle.

“Is everything ok? You seem rather unsettled.” I asked as I look up to him.

“I just find it odd that mother has the ability to forgive Niklaus for everything he has done, are you certain that mother never mentioned anything about him?” Elijah asked.

I paused for a moment. “We only spoke about me, we didn’t have chance for a change in topic.” I explained.

“Were you in the room when Elena came to speak with mother?” Elijah asked coming to a halt. “Elena never entered the room, perhaps she spoke with your mother beforehand?”

“I see, well lets head back inside. Shall we?” Elijah gestured for me to hold his arm as we made our way back inside. Handing Elijah his suit jacket he had put it back on when a commotion was heard just by the balcony.

“I’ll follow you right in, just give me a moment.” I promised and gave Elijah a kiss on the cheek, stroking his arm for reassurance. Hearing the faint sound of bones being crushed I saw Kol speaking with Matt, the human Rebekah had a soft spot for.

“Kol, please let go.” I asked joining them both. Matt fell to his knees in agony then Damon appeared helping Matt back to his feet.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey.” I rushed over to Kol trying to calm him down, not liking that Damon had gotten involved.

“Easy on the hand, guys a quarterback.” Damon added. Damon and Kol look at each other and in a square off.

By instinct of knowing both of the vampires in front of me that something bad was going to happen I immediately rushed over to Matt to try and shield him from what is next to come. “Kol! Damon! Now isn’t the time for this.” I pleaded hoping that the two males would maybe see sense.

But to my dismay Damon rushed at Kol knocking him off the balcony, jumping down to join him, leaving Matt’s side momentarily I looked down to see Damon landed a few punches and then snapped Kol’s neck his body lifeless from the action. I ushered Matt inside to one side and rushed down the small staircase to where I was met with Stefan. “Damon are you crazy?” Stefan had asked his older brother shocked.

“This will not bode well. What were you thinking?” I scolded.

Just as I had finished my sentence Elijah, Elena and the rest of my family joined us outside. Damon looked at me then Elena “Far be it me to cause a problem.”

Esther cleared her throat. “Finn will you please take your brother to his room, and I think it might be best if you three go home.” Esther suggested.

“Elijah please see me in my study when you have a moment.” She added.

Within a matter of moments Finn was taking Kol upstairs making sure to not be seen. Damon, Stefan and Elena had left and I had taken the time to check on Matt.

“How are you feeling Matthew?” I asked.

“Don’t get called that very often.” He said with a pained chuckle.

“Might I suggest a trip to the hospital? I heard that you refused vampire blood in the past.”

“Its weird to think most of my friends are vampires.” Matt had said to me.

“Just remember not all of us are monsters just a select few, most of us have a heart just dependent on who sees it. Rebekah cares for you, so I shall as well.” I told him. But when I had mentioned Rebekah’s name he pulled a face.

“I appreciate the concern but...” Matt started.

“But Rebekah is the baby of this family and has a few over-protective siblings? I understand it’s intimidating but she has a heart of gold and she wants to show you it. Head to the hospital Matthew, your adrenaline will fall soon.” I finished giving him a quick smile and headed up to Esther’s study.

I stood in the hallway waiting for Elijah to finish speaking with his mother, I could still smell the scent of sage burning so I couldn’t overhear on the conversation.

Seeing the door open and then close Elijah walked up to me.

“You look like you could go for a drink.” I said to try and lighten the mood.

“I have to deal with my siblings actions but nothing that can be sorted until the morning, how about we retire for the evening?” Elijah stated.

“Now that, would be perfect. As much as I adore this dress I am very much eager to have it off.” I replied seductively.

“Something I can help you with my dear.” Elijah whispered into my ear. A smile crept on my features once more as he held me hand leading me to our bedroom.

#elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikealson #elizabeth mikaelson #elijah x reader #Niklaus Mikealson #Rebekah Mikealson #Kol mikaelson #vampire diaries #vampire bookclub #elena gilbert #damon salvatore #Stefan Salvatore #fanfiction

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Tales Of The XX Chapter 2

Warnings: S M U T that’s basically the only warning XD

Words: 5,577

Moodboard made by me, none of the pictures are mine

Previous Chapter

The better part of Atta’s shift flew by before she knew it. She spent most of the daylight hours in the stockroom doing inventory. When she was finally forced to emerge as he was the last worker left for the night, she was thankful her last customer went with him. For the next hour, she immersed herself in her most recent series binge; Suburra: Blood On Rome. It intrigued her after learning what it was about and surprised her to see the amount of truth in it. She was so engrossed, one Airpod in, one out, when the door opened and the bell rang, she let out a small shriek and clamored to pause it and look busy. When she looked up from ‘dusting’ the counter, Atta rolled her eyes and threw the rag down, crossing her arms on the counter.

“Really, JP? Ever heard of a phone?” Atta remarked as her brother’s smirk bobbed between the aisles.

“You wanna kiss my butt?” Rook retorted back. Atta groaned and rolled her eyes, sliding her arms out from under her and laying her head on her arm.

“Explain why I have to put up with you again?” Atta grumbled. Rook snickered as he got to the counter, leaning on her right side and said, “Cause, not only am I the most adorable little brother you have, I’m the only one? Hm? Princess?”

Atta groaned again and punched Rook’s shoulder before curling her arms around her head. While she liked the power she received as the unofficial Princess of the XX Mob, she loathed being called such a demeaning name, especially by the other Dons and the elders. By the grace of God, Rook, Colson, and a very few select others were able to get away with calling her ‘Princess’ as a tease.

“Call me that again, John Paul, and I swear…” Atta said. Rook chuckled and leaned over to kiss her hair and said, “Come on, Sissy. I’m just kidding.”

A few soft chuckles escaped the curled mess of hair before she tossed her hair back and sat up, leaning next to Rook. She stared at him until he smirked and kissed her cheek, then pushing off the counter to look around the shop.

“Dad wanted me to check in on you. We were worried all your future prospects would try to ambush you.” Rook said, wandering around the store.

“Oh yeah? Where were you earlier? They could have come in then.” Atta shot back as she turned to start counting the register. Rook smirked at her and said, “Why do you think I’m here now? They’re no dumber than me.”

“And that’s not saying much, Rookie.” Atta teased. A small inflatable bounce ball bounced off her head, making her squeak then giggle as she turned to him, throwing it back. Rook dodged it and gave her the bird as he disappeared behind the next aisle. Atta returned it, even though he couldn’t see it, then went back to her work.

“So do you hate this place as much as Mom did yet?” Rook asked. Atta’s head shot up and she turned to him, face scrunched up and said, “Mom didn’t hate working here. She loved this place.”

“Not the people. Not in the end.” Rook said as he came back up to the counter. Atta glanced at him as she finished her tallies.

“Yeah. A few of them still come in. At least on my shirts. I’m not sure about the others.” Atta said, zipping up the money bags. “Watch the store for me?”

Rook gave her a two-finger salute as Atta ducked into the back office. He kept wandering around the store when the door opened again and he turned. “Hey. Colson, man. What are you doing here?” Rook asked, greeting him at the door and clapping hands.

“Hey. I could ask you the same thing.” Colson teased. Before the conversation could continue, Atta came back out, hair tied up and tying her apron back around her waist, saying, “Welcome to Cappalletti General. How-Colson. Hi.”

She stopped in her tracks, surprised to see him, and letting all form of customer service she gathered go, she smiled and tore the apron off. As the boys approached her, she slipped back behind the counter, folding her apron up and tucking it away in its place.

“So, what are you doing here?” Rook asked as both he and Atta leaned on the counter. Colson chuckled and shook his head.

“Your fucking twin shit creeps me out,” Colson said. Atta smirked and Rook chuckled and stood.

“Don’t change the subject, asshole.” Rook laughed. Colson smirked.

“I asked him to stop by. It’s been a while since he’s been home and I’m working a lot. Plus, I figured he would be a good repellant.” Atta said with a giggle.

“Repellant?” Colson asked with a raised eyebrow. “For what?”

“The droves of young men wanting to be chosen.” Rook said, dramatically, earning a shocked glare from his sister.

“Way to sell me out, JP!” Atta said. The boys chuckled as Atta rolled her eyes. The trio chatted for a whole before Rook saw he wasn’t quite needed. Jumping off the counter where he sat, and shaking Colson’s hand, Rook said, “I’d better head back to the house. I’ll see you, bro.”

Colson nodded as they clapped each other's backs, then Rook turned to Atta, who moved around the counter to hug him goodbye. “You call me if this cunt gets too handsy.” Rook joked. Atta giggled as he kissed her cheek before they broke the embrace.

“I think I can handle myself, thanks much,” Atta said. Rook chuckled and held up two fingers as he left, calling, “Take care of my sister, Colson!”

“With my life, man,” Colson called back, slipping an arm around her neck as they watched Rook leave. Once he turned the corner, Atta started cleaning up, Colson helping, taking the clutter of boxes she had brought out and unboxing them. After a while, Colson finally said, “Why’d you lie to him?”

Atta’s head shot over to him and before she could say anything to defend herself, Colson set one of the boxes they were moving down, reminding her gently, “You said last night you wanted company.”

Atta sighed and said, “Rook would have made a big deal about it. I can’t ask about you without him giving me shit.”

Colson chuckled and crossed his arms over the box and watched as Atta continued to stock. “Why would he give you shit? We’re friends too.” Colson said. Atta shot him a look that made Colson give a very rare and genuine smirk and he shrugged with a soft, “What?”

Letting the heavy box drop from her hands, onto the counter, with a light thud, Atta said, “Please. You know if he had the power to make us be together, he’d do it. I think he wants it more than we would.”

“Would? Not do?” Colson asked, lightly teasing her, though the clear slyness didn’t escape his tone. Atta looked at him and scoffed, lightly, a small smile touching her lips before they dropped and Atta looked away.

“Daddy would never allow it anyway. The Dons would riot…” She said softly, the last part more to herself than Colson, but he still heard it. The barest touch of a smile pricked his lips as he left his spot to go over to her, leaning on the counter as she restocked around the register.

“John spoke to me before I left yesterday,” Colson said gently. Atta glanced at him in a silent question, Colson responding with, “He told me that I wasn’t allowed to offer myself for your marriage. And when Rook takes over, there’s still nothing he can do because it could piss off the Dons and they will call for a vote and remove me.”

Atta’s movements had slowed to a stop as Colson spoke, but hearing that the Dons could force Colson to leave, her head shot over him. “That’s fucking bullshit, Colson,” Atta said. “You and Rook have been at those meetings since you were babies. This is your family, not theirs. They can’t just use you two for their own gains! That’s not what XX is about!”

Colson chuckled and followed Atta’s movements as she made her way around the counter, her green eyes burning. He held up his hands to stop her, but Atta brushed past him.

“No, Colson! That is asinine! Those stupid, senile old men refuse to let go of the post and pass their sexist, misogynistic teachings to their sons! And now, I have to marry one to keep the peace?!” Atta yelled. Colson finally caught her arm as she paced the floor, and pulled her closer, chuckling.

“Atta. Baby. You have to relax.” Colson said, placing a hand on her hip and one on her cheek. “John’s gonna be around a lot longer than those old bats. He’ll line everything up for Rook and me, and we’ll run XX together, alright?”

Atta blinked the thin layer of tears away as she took a breath and closed her eyes, briefly. Colson took her face in his hands, gently, and smiled as he said, “I’m not going anywhere, JP.”

The use of her old nickname made her break a smile. Colson smiled a little wider and pulled her closer, into a hug. Atta closed her eyes and sighed deeply into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around her and held her tight as she let go of all the intrusive thoughts she had since her father first told her about his plan for her marriage. With a few more deep breaths, his cologne filled her senses, pushing her to relax even more. Around Rook, Colson, or any of his crew, Atta felt the safest. Being one of the only girls growing up with the mob, both Rook and Colson always her safe protected.

But her serenity was soon shattered as the door opened and a familiar and obnoxious voice said, “Well, well. Isn’t this sweet?”

Colson rolled his eyes and he and Atta both broke the embrace and turned, as Enzio sauntered over to them, smirking. Atta took a step away from Colson, with a sigh, and smoothed out her skirt.

“Enzio. I missed you at the meeting yesterday.” Atta said. Enzio inserted himself between Atta and Colson, pushing Colson back. Enzio looked her over and smirked, reaching out a hand to trail his fingers along her jawline and said, “You look good tonight.”

Atta closed her eyes for a moment, resisting the biggest eye roll of her life. Blinking once, slowly, she said, “Enz, I’m in my work uniform. And I’m sweaty and grimey.”

“Yes, but, bella regazza, a true man can see past physical appearances and see his woman as beautiful no matter how she looks,” Enzio said. Colson rolled his eyes so hard, he was almost sure he had detached his retinas. Fortunately, he didn’t go blind and was able to see Atta sigh, heavily, shift on her feet, then say, “Right. Okay. Look. Enzio, I have to finish stocking.”

“Ironic. So does Enzi here.” Colson said. Atta snickered and glanced at him. Enzio turned and gave him a look before ignoring him again and turning back to Atta. She cleared her throat and asked, “Was there something I can do for you, Enzio?”

“Well, I came by to keep you company. Plus, I figured some of the sons were going to pester you since you’re alone.” Enzio said.

“Nope. Just you, d’Este.” Colson remarked, with a smirk. Atta covered her mouth as she watched Enzio’s face change as his smile dropped and he turned to Colson. With his back to Atta, she let her body shake with silent laughter, a hand clamped over her mouth. Colson smirked and shifted, holding his hands clasped in front of him. Enzio’s smile returned, if only in a taunt. Picking at Colson’s suit, Enzio said, “Don Romano. If there is something you’d like to say to me…”

“Nothing I can say in the presence of a lady,” Colson said. Enzio chuckled and said, “That is a coward’s excuse, Romano. Stop being a pussy and say it.”

Colson merely smirked and watched him. Finally, Enzio gave into his anger and moved to shove Colson to get a rise out of him, but Atta caught his arm and swung him around, saying, “Wow. Would you look at the time? Closing time and I’m not supposed to have customers here past 10. So…”

As she continued, she steered the man through the aisles and pushed him at the door with, “I would love to say it was good to see you, Enzio. So, you take care now.”

Enzio was too stunned to do anything more than mutter as Atta dragged him across the store. But now, he found his footing and composed himself enough to say, “Atta, we both know that’s bullshit. Why doesn’t he have to leave then?”

Atta glanced back at Colson then back to him, wearing a smirk. “He’s not a customer. He’s an employee.” She said, planting a firm hand on his chest.

“That’s horseshit!” Enzio shouted, more directed at Colson than Atta.

“No. No, it's not. He pitches in shifts when he’s home every now and then.” Atta stated, quite confidently. Enzio’s eyes flitted back down to Atta, unsure of what else he could say to convince her to let him stay. But Atta simply smiled and said, “Bye.”

With a quick, hard shove, Enzio stumbled backward, out the door. Atta quickly closed it, locking it and turning her back to the man. Ignoring his stares, silently telling her to let him back in, Atta all but skipped back to the register. Colson stood there, snickering, as Atta came back and leaned against the counter. Atta stood there as he snickered, waiting for him to finish. Finally, Colson gave his last snigger before the silence settled between them. Colson was waiting for her to crack and laugh along with him, but when he realized that she did find it amusing, but not as funny as he did, he touched her arm and said, still with a smirk, “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

Colson turned back to the boxes and they both continued stocking. “So, how’s your mom doing?” Colson asked. He finished the box without missing a beat, while Atta stopped for a moment and glanced at him. When Colson finished his box and turned to her, waiting for her response, he was able to catch a brief glimpse at Atta’s face as she turned away.

“Um...She’s doing good. Not great, but good.” She said with a false cheer in her voice. Colson sighed and caught her hand as she pulled it back from setting something down. Atta twitched at the touch, but stopped and looked at him anyway.

“Atta, don’t lie to me. Lie to Rook. Not to me.” He said. Atta sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and couldn’t keep the tears from forming. Colson stood and rounded the counter, quickly, so he could comfort her, but Atta shook her head and met him at the divide, pressing one hand to his chest and the other lifted to wipe the stray tear.

“No. Don’t. I-I’m fine.” She said, with a heavy sigh. She sniffled and blinked a few times, trying to gather herself before she could look at Colson. In a semi-broken voice, she was able to get out, “The, uh, the doctors told us that...She only has about another 6 to 9 months.”

Colson’s eyes went wide, both in shock and a realization. He rubbed a hand over his chin with a sigh and said, “Shit...So, um...Is that why your dad is making you get married?”

Atta sniffled, softly, and nodded. “Yeah. He wants Mom to be there for our weddings, so…” she said, her voice growing softer as she trailed off her words. She wiped at her face and sighed, upset with herself for getting so upset when talking about her mother. Colson sighed and gently pulled her into a hug, holding her tight. Atta pressed her face into his chest, letting out one, quick sob. Colson kissed the top of her head and held her, gently and slowly rubbing her arm. After giving her sometime in silence, he pulled away from her slightly, looking down at her, and gave her a small smile, repeating, “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

Atta chuckled and nodded. While she turned off the lights and made sure all the doors were locked, Colson hauled the remaining boxes into the storage room. He met her at the front of the store and waited outside for her as she turned off the sign, closed the door and locked it. She turned to him, touching his arm then taking it as he turned. They fell into step with each other as they crossed the street and headed toward her building.

Lurking in the shadows of the alley across the street from Cappelletti General, a dark figure watched the couple, snapping a few pictures before disappearing into the darkness.

Atta didn’t despise living at the manor, as it was still on the water, but she often got tired of it all; Being around the Dons or their men all the time, each and every one of them trying to impress her in some way so she would gift them something or put in a good word for them, or even go out with them. She needed a place that was just hers. No influence from her father or her aunts about what she should have. She had the necessities befitting an Italian home and to her, that was enough. The rest of the space was hers alone. But Atta didn’t have just a simple apartment. She was the daughter of John Cappelletti Sr, Head of the XX Mob. John found her a penthouse by the water in their hometown of Pozzallo before they moved to Marsala, across the island.

They walked up to Atta’s building and Colson stood guard, watching the streets while she unlocked the door. She called back to him as she opened the door and he walked inside with her. Once they were in her apartment, Colson went to the couch to sit while Atta poured them both a glass of wine. She came over to him and handed it to him, sitting close to him, both legs folded beneath her. Colson smiled and took it, leaning a little closer to her.

“What wine is this?” He asked with a knowing smirk and tone. Atta scoffed at him, in mock offense and said, “Hey, I’m not a wine snob, okay?”

“Yeah. Uh-huh, you nearly throttled me for downing a glass of ‘47 Château Chablis whatever.” Colson said. Atta rolled her eyes, sipping the wine, and said, “That wasn’t even what it was. And it was good wine! You need to learn how to drink wine like a gentleman, Colson.” She added a smirk and a giggle as she took another sip. Colson chuckled.

“Well, whatever...So what is this?” He asked, swirling the contents around in his glass. Atta practically buried her nose in her glass for a moment before she moved it and said, “Seven Daughters Moscato. Some wine from a friend in America.”

Colson chuckled, having caught her, and took a sip. He swished it around in his mouth for a moment before he swallowed it and nodded. “It’s good. It’s sweet.” He chuckled. Atta nodded and set her glass down.

“I know. But I like it. It’s good for an American wine.” She giggled. She watched Colson lean over to the coffee table and set down his glass, then lean back, putting his arm across the back of the sofa. They watched each other for a moment before Colson lifted the hand behind her to brush the backs of his fingers across his cheek. Atta bit her lip as they pricked with a light smile. Colson leaned closer and softly pressed his lips against hers, deepening it, slowly. His free hand slid along her thigh, making Atta pull away. She shook her head and said, softly, “Mmm...Colson, we can’t.”

He sat back with a soft huff and nodded. “I know.” He said, looking at her. Atta took his hand in both of hers, running her nails along the back of his hand and his wrist lightly. He watched her as she bent her head down to stare at their hands, neither of them wanting to speak more on the touchy topic, but Colson had to. “You know, I love you, Atta.”

Atta looked up at him and smiled, giving him a small nod. “I know you do.” She said, briefly lifting a hand to touch his cheek. Her face changed, a look of sadness and upset flashing briefly across her features and in those green eyes of hers. She shook her head, slightly and said, “But we can’t...They’d never allow it.”

Now it was Colson’s face that changed; Twitching and turning angry. Atta sighed and shifted closer to him, reaching out to put a hand on his chest. “Colson, don’t-” But Colson cut her off by quickly standing, walking away from the sofa. Atta fell forward, her hand planting on the armrest, and she sighed, heavily, closing her eyes, gently tapping her fist on the armrest, whispering, softly, “Goddamn it…”

“They don’t like me because of my crew. That’s it. That’s the only reason!” Colson said, starting to pace in front of the fireplace. Atta sighed again, softer this time, and looked up at him, turning to him as she started to get off the couch.

“I know that, Colson.” She stated, but gently. Colson’s blue eyes burned as they darted around, trying to keep a level head. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and chin, roughly. “If it was just Baze? They wouldn’t question him. I mean, they might look into him in case he ran with the Irish, but that’s about it. If It was just Baze, they wouldn’t care.”

Atta slowly made her way over to him, managing to get him to stop pacing, just shifting around as his anger bounced around inside him, ready to burst. She gave him a look, part sympathetic, part knowing.

“If I didn’t bring AJ or Slim, there wouldn’t be a fuckin’ problem. They see color before loyalty. And since they see them with me, they see betrayal.” Colson said.

“I know that, Colson.” She repeated, a little firmer, slightly gripping his shirt. “But they’re old Italian men stuck in their ways, refusing to change.” Colson moved to begin pacing again, but Atta stopped him and gave him a look, adding, “And you had better make sure you don’t end up like that either. Or you’re no better than them.”

Colson scoffed and shrugged her off, moving to the other side of the fireplace to begin pacing again. Atta sighed as he did, and stood there for a moment more before she said, “Vittorio was the same way. Aureliano wasn’t and that’s what got him killed.”

Colson stopped in his tracks and turned to her as she turned to him. Her words sunk in deeply before he stalked over to her. Before he could shout at her, Atta said, “Am I wrong? You can’t be mad at me if I’m not lying.” She stared him down, daring him to call her a liar when they both knew she wasn’t. Colson growled and stalked away again, pacing once more.

“Vittorio was stuck in the ways of being the son and heir to Angelo Romano. He had to live up to the role his father built for him when he formed the XX.” Atta said, watching him pace. Colson glanced at her and gave a soft groan of disapproval. “You know this better than I do, Colson. He was your father. Aureliano was a free-spirited, open-minded person, who wanted to see me, Carina, and Maddelena rise as high as you boys could. The Dons didn’t agree with him and when he wouldn’t shut up, and was about to convince Daddy to change his mind, they had him killed-Am I wrong, Colson?”

She quickly added the last question as she saw him ready to advance on her again. He curled his fists and growled, wanting desperately to break something, but also knew Atta would probably break him if he did. Finally, Atta went to him, sliding her hands over his balled-up fists gently and gave them a soft squeeze. Colson internalized another groan as he sunk down, squatting in front of her, trying to quell his anger, bringing his fists up to press against his forehead. Atta slid her hand over his back, reaching up to drag her nails over his scalp gently, and squatted down next to him. She curled a hand around his bicep, using him as leverage to pull herself closer to him, and nuzzled her nose against his cheek.

“Nothing will change if you stay angry.” She said, softly. “It’s been years and they will not accept AJ and Slim. Until they are shown undeniable doubt that color doesn’t fucking matter...And even then Colson...You know the Dons better than I do. Will even that change their mind?”

Colson sighed and shook his head slightly. Atta cupped his face and turned it to her. His face softened to almost a state of defeat and melancholy. She gave him a small smile and kissed him softly. Colson sighed and kissed her back, then slowly stood, Atta rising with him. He rubbed his hands over his face and sniffled, slightly, then sighed. He took a step back to lean against the dining table, Atta taking a step closer to him as well.

“It doesn’t matter who you marry, Atta. I’ll always love you. You will always be mine.” He said, changing the subject slightly. Atta nodded and moved even closer, resting her hands on his chest, Colson sliding a hand up to hold both of hers.

“No one else has ever had my heart, Colson.” She said. Colson gave a soft scoff, his lip curling in a brief smirk, and said, “Not even Rook?”

Atta chuckled, softly, and said, “That’s a twin thing. It’s a vastly different emotion.” He lifted a hand to brush her hair back, as his other hand took her waist. Atta’s fingers curled, clutching his shirt, lightly. She bit her lip as she looked at him, a mix of desire and anxiety washed over her face. Colson saw the chance and took it, roughly smashing his lips against hers, walking her back until she hit the dining room wall. Atta slid her arms around his neck as she kissed him back, tugging at his shirt to bring it up, lifting it until Colson was forced to break the kiss so she could pull it off and let it drop. Colson took her waist and kissed her again, his hands now working on her skirt and leggings, digging his fingers into the waistband and gathering it in his hands, before he broke away to pull them off, along with her panties. He knelt down, gently removing each foot from the leg before he kissed his way back up her legs, glancing up at her when he got to her sex. A wicked smirk crossed Atta’s face. Breathing heavily, she linked her fingers with the ones he had on her hip, her other hand drifting down to thread through his hair and curl her fingers around it.

Colson pushed her legs further apart before slipping two fingers inside her, while his tongue swirled in circles around her clit. Atta gasped and moaned, loudly, her eyes fluttering closed as the fingers tangled in Colson’s hair tugged, hard. She whimpered and wiggled under his tongue, not nearly brought far enough to climax when he broke away and pushed up her shirt as he began to kiss up her body. Atta quickly tore her shirt off and sighed, while Colson pulled her closer, kissing her deeply and shoving a hand into her hair. Atta sighed into the kiss, adding a soft moan, as she slid her hands down to his pants, undoing them and slipping her hand into his boxers. When her fingers wrapped around his cock, Colson broke the kiss, tossing his head back with a soft groan as Atta slowly moved her fingers along his shaft, lightly letting her nails drag along.

Colson hissed and gave her hair a good tug to make her whimper, her hand stilling for a moment. He looked down at her and smirked, pulling his hand from her hair and letting it slide down her arm. Atta smirked at him, beginning to lay kisses along his tattooed chest, down his long torso. As she made her way down, her hands worked quickly to push his pants and boxers down so his cock was free by the time her lips got to his waist. Savoring the moment at his hips, she slowly placed a line of kisses and licks down to his base. Colson slid a hand into her hair, mouth hanging open, slightly, as he watched Atta take him in her mouth and suck gently. She worked her mouth over his shaft, licking and sucking, while Colson gathered her hair behind her, holding her head as it bobbed. He groaned out her name as let her suck at him for a moment longer, before he pulled her up, picking her up in the process, and turning to walk her to the table, laying her back on it. Atta let out a soft gasp at the initial motion, clinging to him as he swung her around like she weighed nothing and laid her on the table like a feather. Slowly, he reached behind her to unhook her bra, pulling it off slowly to expose her breasts.

“We-We can’t...Daddy wou-Rook-” Atta whimpered. Colson leaned down to kiss her, sliding his hands over her body, stopping as he cupped her breasts. He finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily as Atta was, he kissed his way to her ear. While guiding himself to her entrance, he whispered in her ear, “Rook knows about the first time. He wouldn’t do anything. And Papa Cap? We know he doesn’t want anyone touching his daughter. But if someone did, he knows he’d rather it be me.”

Atta smirked and giggled, letting a soft gasp slip as she felt him press his head against her sex. “You dare defy Daddy’s orders?” She teased with a giggle, turning her head to look at him as Colson hovered over her, gazing up at her with a smirk. “I’m almost positive he knows you took my virginity. But he’s never said anything to me. But it’s not like I would have been a virgin for long if it wasn’t you. One more man before my wedding can’t hurt.”

Colson smirked and sunk his teeth into his lower lip as he leaned back, pushing into her. Atta moaned out his name and squeezed her eyes shut. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust in and out of her. She moaned as she moved with him, meeting each of his thrusts. Atta gripped the edge of the table to give her more leverage as he plowed her, every thrust hitting her in just the right way, she quickly climaxed and revved up again. Her eyes fluttered back open as she stared up at Colson. Sliding a hand up his chest, she said, “Yes, baby. Oh, god...damnit. Colson...Oh!...Mmm, you’re the only one who knew how to fuck me right…”

He leaned down to kiss her, roughly, gripping her hips as he thrust, before sliding his hands to her cheeks, squeezing them. “Yeah? Tell me how else you want it, baby. Whatever you want.” Colson growled out into her ear. Atta groaned and pushed at him, pushing him away. Colson stumbled back, tripped up by his pants and boxers still around his ankles. He watched her with a smirk as he stepped out of them. Atta slowly closed her legs and sat up, pushing her hands through her hair then crooking a finger at him. Colson stepped back up to her, sliding his hands over her thighs. She kissed him slowly, sliding her hands over his cheeks before wrapping her arms around his neck. Breaking the kiss with a soft groan, Colson repeated, “Tell me what you want me to do, Atta.”

Her lips curled against his in a smile before she said, “We’ve never been able to do more than a quickie...And it’s been so long, I hardly remember it anymore.” Her voice almost had a lilt to it as she continued, “I want to remember this night, Colson. No one knows you came home with me. Stay with me tonight. Love me tonight. Show me that I’m yours and no one else’s.”

“Whatever my princess wants.” Colson breathed into her ear, trying to pull her legs apart to insert himself. Atta pulled his hands away and giggled. “Not yet...I’ve been at work all day...I need to shower first.”

Colson’s eyes darkened and the same sly smirk crossed both their faces.

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Three-Headed Puppy Is Back On His Bullshit

So, some of you may have read my previous post about Paolo Manchado, the Cerberus from a game of Monsterhearts I’m playing in. The game has mostly just been me playing and the GM torturing me with the awful choices I impose on myself. Paolo has ended up being one of my favorite characters to play due to the deep, painful, emotional trauma I experience while portraying this innocent monster. This post is going to be a more in-depth look at the first three sessions I’ve played with him.

So in session one, we’re off to a somewhat slow start that many powered by the apocalypse games experience where the GM is frustrated trying to figure out what the player(s) want to do and the player(s) are frustrated trying to figure out what they’re supposed to do. I’ve never been a fan of any games that take place inside a school because the act of roleplaying the menial act of going to classes bores me sooo much (I was in many free text role plays on supercheats and figment that had this problem).

Paolo is a Cerberus. In particular, THE Cerberus “gave birth” to him, a phrase which here means he woke up in Unity, New Hampshire, knowing he was Paolo Manchado, son of Cerberus, put here on earth to ensure that the beings of light and dark remain in their place. That goal makes up every fiber of his being the same way blood and bones make up you and me. He gets very frustrated because humans keep trying to get him to feel human and he keeps telling them “I am incapable of feeling the same way you do about life, relationships, and purpose. Not I DON’T feel the same way, not I WON’T. I CAN’T.”

So we started off in a classroom, and then there was a car crash outside. The car had crashed into nothing, so Paolo was searching around for invisible creatures, visiting her in the hospital, gazing into the abyss, trying to find answers but nothing was really going anywhere.

Then he encounters Ronan, who directs him at Elijah, who he’s apparently trying to avoid. Paolo could smell death on Elijah and chased him under a bridge, demanding to know what he was. Turns out, he’s basically a zombie.

Elijah’s backstory is that he was seduced by Ronan, who took him back to his cabin, starting making out, started getting handsy, started getting knifey, and then sacrificed Elijah in a dark ritual. Elijah came back, though, now in undead form, with some dark violent tendencies he can’t control.

Paolo lets Elijah go and goes to track down Ronan, the true problem here. Specifically, Paolo’s not concerned with the mere existence of zombies or warlocks in his town, just when they start interfering with mortal lives, which Ronan had willfully done. After talking a bit to Elijah’s ex, Hero, Paolo manages to track down Ronan’s house. They traded lots of high philosophy arguments that I forget most of, which mostly amounted to Paolo demanding that Ronan not hurt anybody else and Ronan shrugging and going “What can you do? Gotta break a few eggs.” Ronan is frustrating and clearly Neutral Evil. His alignment doesn’t concern Paolo, though, only his risk factor of exposing the dark side of the world.

So Paolo leaves. By the way, having been born without parents, or money, or a social security number, Paolo’s only possessions are the clothes on his back. As such, he lives in an abandoned boxcar, like the Boxcar Children. This is important to note because when he gets back there, Elijah is waiting, depressed. They talk a lot about Elijah’s issues with being dead, his personality defects both before and after dying, his relationship issues, etc. Then they both went to sleep together. Before you ask, yes, there were gay vibes, but that’ll just make it worse later.

That night, Paolo discovered he had the ability to enter a sort of mindscape, which was essentially Elijah’s Metaverse Palace where there was a courtroom where he played judge, jury, defendant, prosecutor, and defense. The people on the stand were all the people Elijah had fallen in love with telling the judge Elijah how quickly he’d fallen in love with them and what he did that drove them away.

Then Paolo discovered the ability to interact with these mind-Elijahs, and took the stand before taking the role of one of the attorneys. Thus began a long and emotional and philosophical monologue by Paolo trying to help Elijah learn how to control his emotions, how to not love to eagerly, and especially not to love people like Ronan. See, Elijah was still in love with Ronan, even though Ronan had only used him for the sacrifice (Ronan’s mind had also gotten pulled into this Palace). A little bit of progress was made here.

This was about the end of session 1 I think.

Later, Paolo went to Ronan. He’d at some point looked into Ronan’s emotions (because these are powers a Cerberus has for some reason) and learned that Ronan was obsessed with being remembered for his “scientific” achievements. So, Paolo went to Ronan and said “I am the only creature of my kind in the entire world. Maybe you can put your... creative energies into studying me, rather than murdering people.” Paolo is not confident in Ronan’s agreement having a lasting effect, but as long as it’s working he’s not complaining.

That night, Hero came to Paolo’s boxcar saying that Elijah needed help. Paolo was apprehensive at first, because it’s not really his job to help in general, but when it came to his attention that Elijah was attacking someone he agreed to follow her.

Elijah’s dark side had given him a need to be feared, and was hitting a guy’s car with a baseball bat, with the guy inside the car. Paolo transformed in front of Hero (his eyes turn black, his hands grow bone claws and fur, and his teeth sharpen) and tried to threaten Elijah down at first, but that didn’t work, so he then convinced Elijah to come back to the boxcar and talk.

Elijah, defeated, came to the boxcar and began smashing the door with his fist repeatedly, droning and punching. Paolo had asked this before, but he asked it again, what did Elijah want. Elijah’s answer was always the same: he either wanted to go back to the way things were before he died, or be able to move on and die.

Paolo thinks very hard, and very conflicted. He and Elijah had become close friends over the course of these two sessions, but Elijah’s worsening condition made him a threat to the balance between worlds Paolo was sworn to protect. Paolo asked this wanting an instruction on what he could do. While he knew his purpose, he was very directionless on how to achieve it.

Paolo asked Ronan if he could reverse Elijah’s curse, but Ronan’s experiments to look into such a task would be both risky and time-consuming. Time Paolo might not have.

So, while Elijah slept in Paolo’s boxcar, Paolo stared at his confused and broken friend and made a horrible decision. He set about the gruesome work of chewing Elijah’s head off. He didn’t bother trying to clean the boxcar- he knew the police would find it. He simply buried the head in the snow, left the body in the car (in case they could reconnect somehow), and wandered off into the woods. He stopped in the cemetery where he made his new home. The next day, on Hero’s birthday, he told her what he had done. It broke her more than it broke him, to say the least.

While Elijah had been alive, he’d asked Paolo what kinds of girls he was into. Quote, “What about Jessie Lynn?... She’s cute...” After Elijah died, somehow the words stuck with Paolo. He’d gotten very close to Elijah very fast and it ended very badly. Paolo just wanted somebody he could be friends with and take very slowly, without needing to deal with the whole monster thing. So he started talking to Jessie Lynn, who played a sort of Magic the Gathering Parallel that Paolo likes because Cerberus is one of the cards in it. And they started being friends, and that’s where session 2 ended.

AND THEN THE BULLSHIT BEGAN. Oh, you think murdering your zombie son who you wanted to teach how to love but whose psychological illness made him a danger to himself and to society so you ATE THROUGH HIS NECK was pretty raw and emotional? Well session 3′s the game that made me feel actual anger and cry actual tears. This is the game where Jonah starts yelling at NPCs at 1 AM and waking up his parents.

By the way, here and there have been some interactions with Jupiter, a ghost in Paolo’s class, but she doesn’t bother him too much cause she’s not very active and can never remember anything anyway.

Fast forward three weeks, Paolo and Jessi Lynn have been getting along pretty well, nothing super serious has happened except for all the student life trauma of finding out your classmate was mysteriously murdered, police had questions, etc.

Paolo gets back to his graveyard he’s been sleeping in, because that’s his life now, and he finds Hero lying under his tree. Who knows how she keeps finding where he sleeps. Anyway, she looks up at him and she’s a vampire now and says she needs his help and Paolo and Jonah both go “Welp. This’ll end badly.” She starts telling him about how she’s been on a drinking binge since Elijah’s death and she met this vampire and she asked him to turn him because he said she could see Elijah again, and she takes Paolo to the body of someone she killed. Paolo at this point is honestly not very conflicted. The vampire who turned her would only be a problem if she hadn’t literally asked to be turned, but Paolo still wanted to identify the guy so he could be aware of vampires in his town.

As for Hero, he sent her to Jessie Lynn’s house (the girls were both good friends) and tried to find out anything he could about the vampire, but to no avail. He went back to Jessie Lynn’s house to check up on her when he heard a scream, ran into the room to find Hero feeding on Jessie Lynn. Already Paolo is panicking because if Hero’s gonna have Elijah-like impulses, it won’t be good. Paolo tries talking, he tries pulling her off, he tries hugging her, he tries playing wounded puppy dog, but I ROLLED SIX FAILURES IN A ROW during this whole segment, giving me two level-ups within ten minutes. AND THEN I DIED cuz Hero ripped my throat out. Luckily I had just taken a move last session that meant I never stayed dead, so a few hours later Paolo wakes up propped against the dresser, Jessie Lynn lying on the floor with a damp towel against her neck.

Paolo is thinking, one, okay this is weird, but of course since I’m the child of the guardian of the underworld, they’d just send me back. Two, gotta make sure Jessie Lynn is okay, yep she’ll be fine despite the big hole in her neck. Three, gotta find Hero. Eventually Paolo finds her in a crawl space on the staircase and get her to talk to him, reassuring her that rumors of his death were greatly exaggerated.

Then Jessie Lynn wakes up and Paolo keeps Hero hidden in the crawl space until there’s and opportunity for her to get away, and he tells Hero that if she can’t get into her own house (due to needing an invitation) he’s recently been sleeping near Ronan’s cabin in the woods, which no one lives in. Jessie doesn’t remember much about the attack, and Paolo struggles to find a good lie, but luckily “I don’t know” seemed to work well enough. While Paolo’s wounds have vanished, his clothes are still coated in his blood (which right now we’re going to pretend Jessie thought was her blood), and she offered to let him borrow some of her dad’s clothes while she washed those. So the fanfiction begins, and then while Jessie is making tea and dinner Hero runs out the door.

Fanfiction continues, a moment where Jessie reaches for Paolo’s mug and he thinks she’s going for his hand so he reflexively takes her hand awkwardly. Then of course they end up sharing the same bed, and then the smutty stuff began.

I’ve been portraying Paolo as semi-aromantic? Not exactly fitting that label, the main idea being that as he is a Cerberus, he doesn’t experience the same range of emotions that humans do, but he does still possess a human-ish body with sexual urges. I think it’s possible he’s capable of romantic love, but so far such a thing couldn’t happen with any creature from this world.

So anyways, after a somewhat awkward first time for both of them, Paolo basically confesses as much as he can about himself without outright telling Jessie monsters exist. He tries to explain that if she had known the parts he can’t tell her about they might not have happened like this, but she doesn’t seem concerned about it at all.

So onward from there, Paolo heads out the next morning to the cabin to find Hero’s broken into it and slept on the bed. Paolo scrounges up some clothes for her and gives her his hoodie hoping it’ll be enough to protect her from the sun, but it’s not enough. Also we later retconned, because the fanfic nature of this game demanded it, and decided that Paolo made no attempt not to watch her change and Hero made no attempt not to be watched changing, which may or may not be relevant in future sessions, idk. They decide they’ll have to wait til nightfall, and Paolo leaves for school.

Now, Paolo has never not worn his hoodie anywhere. Given as its one of the only things he owns, he doesn’t really take it off much. But in this case, he’s forgotten to get it back from Hero, exposing the snake tattoos on his back (there are many snakes, all of their heads coming to the back of his neck while the tails slide down his back and curl around his upper arms). Several students were curious about them. Things during the day with Jessie were about the same, except she kept giving Paolo playful looks of “I know what your dick looks like.”

Paolo spends that day trying to get Jupiter to not walk through walls and then spends some time with Jessie before returning to the cabin. Having discovered that his blood sates Hero’s hunger and also he can’t die even if she overfeeds, he decides to become her personal blood bank to keep her from attacking people.

Then the two of them go shopping to get her some clothes that don’t look like they were made for a lumberjack twice her size. She immediately gets into the vampire look, with the black, and the fishnets, and yadda yadda. She also gets Paolo a black leather jacket, to which his response was “I already have a jacket though... I wear it everyday.” She also insists he pick something out, so he gets a pair of fingerless gloves, which apparently Elijah also wore and Hero gets quiet for a moment.

Paolo then takes Hero home and invites her into her own house before her dad comes downstairs and grounds her. Paolo returns to the cabin. Previously he’d been sleeping outside under a tree because he didn’t expect Ronan would appreciate him breaking in, but now that Hero’s already broken a window and now that Paolo’s experienced what a real bed feels like, he decides to go in and sleep on the bed.

So, Saturday, Paolo and Jessie meet up and they decide to go help Hero (who at this point, I believe Jessie thinks she was sexually assaulted based on the vague approximations of what Paolo’s told her) and spend time with her while she’s grounded. Paolo knows that grounding is a punishment given by parents to their children, but he’s unclear on what exactly that means, so he spends a little while just trying to find a roundabout way of getting Hero to say what grounding is without him directly asking.

Hero’s got garbage bags up on all the windows, saying she sunburns super easily now. Jessie goes into another room to try to find something more permanent, leaving Hero and Paolo to FUCKING discuss the fact that Paolo hasn’t told Jessie Hero’s a vampire, or what he is. This is the part where I started feeling Paolo’s anger and frustration, because they get into an argument and then Jessie enters the room and Hero goes “Hey, I’m a vampire, and it’s his job to kill me!” Paolo tries to play it off like a joke, and then Hero shows Jessie her fangs. Paolo, in his anger, just shuts down for a moment, goes to close the door, and slumps down in front of it, now trying to process in his head if this information is going to leave this room, or if he has to repeat what he did with Elijah with the girl he slept with and also Elijah 2.0. Jessie runs out another door in the room, Paolo makes no attempt to stop her and angrily starts yelling at Hero about his job and how her actions were totally reckless, if Jessie tells anyone there will be panic on both sides of the divide and basically a war would just break out. Hero’s trying to act like it’s not that bad and Paolo’s not having any of it, and he’s trying not to bring up the fact that it’s very possible he has to KILL both of them now.

So he leaves and tracks down Jessie hiding in the hollow of a tree. Some notes about Paolo’s role play, his voice is always very ineffectual and emotionless, he often hums three times while trying to think about things he doesn’t find super serious. In this moment, though, he angrily stands outside this tree and demands Jessie talk to him. She tries to leave multiple times during this conversation, but he keeps stopping her. Says “Guess now I have to tell you.” He explains everything about Elijah being dead and Hero being a vampire and his job to make sure normal humans never find out about it. Looking back, he never actually said anything about what he is, just his job. And then he gets to truth of what happened to Elijah and he says “It seems manipulative to tell you this! It feels like a threat, and there’s no way to get around it being a threat!” And he tells her that he killed Elijah. Then she leaves, and he just stands there. In his mind, he’s making a gamble. He’s gonna hope Jessie doesn’t tell anyone, and if she does... well, he can start killing people later. For now he just wants to feel like he’s accomplishing something, so he goes back to help Hero with her window situation.

Hero and Paolo have a long argument containing many typical elements of Paolo arguments, such as “it won’t be that bad if people find out,” and “you can choose your own destiny” vs. “I literally cannot I am not a human.” Somewhere in here I started crying actual tears as Paolo’s defeated by the world. He wants so badly to not have to kill anybody and he’s remembering how awful it was with Elijah when he failed him.

Hero leaves the house for a bit, and when she comes back Paolo is still standing in the middle of the room. He’s so lost on what he should do he can’t even figure out if he should go anywhere or move at all. The first time she tries to comfort him, he turns away from her, in his mind the current situation is her fault to begin with. The next few times he shows no sign of accepting or resisting. She hugs him, makes him sit on the bed, makes him lie on the bed, and plays with his hair after calming him down a little. She tries to get him to stop thinking for a bit, which only happens when she starts humming a song, but beyond that his mind is racing. She falls asleep and Paolo assumes she expected him to, but his version of sleep is actually consciously gazing into the abyss, so his options are either think while conscious in this world, or think while conscious in the abyss. The abyss is the more informative and intimidating of the options, so he just stays awake until she wakes up again.

That’s where we are now. Fucking three sessions and Paolo’s already broken. Oh: right after sleeping with Jessie he took the move Loyal, so Jessie’s basically his master. ALSO, though, Jessie hates him now and wants nothing to do with him, so unfortunate timing on that. *shrug*

#paolo manchado #monsterhearts #ttrpg #campaign diary #powered by the apocalypse

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wilde-world · 6 years

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For @kylotrashforever -- happy birthday!!

😉😉

Prompt #19 - I could kill you right now!

A persistent buzz distantly flit through her mind, and she’s briefly aware that she had somewhere to be. Rose shuffled around in the other room, frantically readying herself for her three-o’clock study group (they met every Wednesday and Rey quietly loathed that group for always stealing her damn dark roast coffee grounds and never re-stocking them). Wait—Wednesday. 3:00. Class. Oh, fuck.

Rey jolted awake, throwing her covers to the floor in an instant. She slammed down the alarm button, silencing that persistent blare just in time to glance at the time. 2:45.

Great, she still has time. Quickly throwing her books, pencils, and everything else on her desk into her bag, Rey slams through their two-bedroom apartment, running (well, power-walking since running was forbidden) out of her apartment complex.

It was just like her, deciding to live fifteen miles off-campus just to save on living costs. And her car was tilting weirdly toward the driver’s side. Stupid, Rey, she mentally berated herself, physically shaking her head.

She less than eight miles from campus when, as expected, a giant clap of thunder engulfed her whole body, shivers running down her spine.

It’s fine, she reasoned. She would make it before it started raining down too hard. Her little car would be fine.

Nope. In less than a minute, sheets of rain came pouring down. She slowed down to fifteen-miles-per-hour (as she was inherently terrified of being pulled over and scolded my police officer) and continued on her way. Dr. Skywalker was understanding, she reminded herself. She wouldn’t be scolded for being a little late.

It would be fine, she soothed herself.

Nope. The slight stench of smoke rose to meet her, and was immediately followed by a loud sputtering sound.

“Fuck,” she hissed, pulling off to the side of the road. She sharply tugged her door open, stepping out into the cold, pouring rain to check under her hood.

She sighed, , and leaned dejectedly on the left side of her little Ford, finally looking over to see why her car was tilting.

Great, she thought, my fucking alternator hates me and I’ve got a flat tire.

She crawled into her car, hair dripping over her seats, and turned on her emergency lights, letting out a feral growl as her fingers tangled in her hair, banging her head on the dash.

A quick knock on the driver’s side window startled her, and she let out a loud shriek.

“Rey?” Of course her rescuer would be none other than Ben-Fucking-Solo. Of course he would fucking stop in the rain at the sight of her little car. He was Snoke’s previous TA (before Snoke had been fired off for sexually harassing one of his female students) and he had played the role of “knight in shining armor” for her many times. He had personally helped her study for a number of tests (it totally wasn’t a big deal, she had always bought the coffee so they were completely even) and he had nearly assaulted a fellow TA who had gotten too handsy with her at a house party. Still, she continued to listen to the countless tales of his assholery from Finn and Poe, allowing them to poison her perception. She leaned over and used the crank to roll down the window.

“Yes?” she deadpanned, raising her eyebrow. She raised her voice so that she could be heard over the roll of thunder that decided to make an appearence.

“What are you doing?” He had the fucking audacity to scowl at this moment? He was holding an umbrella, yes, but the waning sheets of rain continued to soak his very fitted t-shirt.

“Oh, you know. I’m just enjoying some alone time. On the edge of the road. In a thunderstorm. How about you?” She leaned her chin on her hands and awkwardly rested her elbows on the steering wheel, trying her best to convey her sarcastic interest.

Ben scoffed, opening up her door, “What’s wrong with your car?” He eyed her soaked clothes and dripping hair with more sympathy than was necessary and her jaw set in annoyance.

She rolled her eyes and straightened up, “Engine’s dead and my tire’s flat. I would call a tow, but I forgot my cell phone at my apartment.”

Ben nodded. He looked away from her, casting a bare glance at her hood. “My dad owns a repair shop not too far from here. You can wait in my car until he comes.”

Rey eyed her warily, “Are you sure?” As much as she loved her little car, it wasn’t exactly known for withstanding storms. She had been able to buy it at scrap-metal price from Han when it had suffered more hail damage that it was worth (according to Han, at least).

“I have towels.” He rolled his eyes and made a sweeping motion with his hand.

Rey settled wordlessly into his vintage silencer, subtly gawking at the chrome and leather interior. She breathed a quiet, “Shit,” and them turned to him, “What time is it?”

He glanced at his phone, “3:11, why?”

Irritably rubbing her eyes, she let out a quiet groan, “I’m missing class right now.” Ben let out a scoffing laugh, “Aren’t you in Skywalker’s program?” He’d set off her defenses, he knew. “Yes, what about it?” “Well, I don’t think you’re missing much to be honest,” he grinned to himself, as if indulging in a private joke. “Oh, what’s that supposed to mean?” she rolled her eyes.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” he swore, “It’s just that Skywalker has been known to go on philosophical rants from time to time. It’s a bit strange. Especially considering that he works in the physics department.” A slight cackle left his lips, and Rey’s face flushed with anger.

“Oh, like you’d know anything about what Skywalker teaches,” she scoffed. Everyone had heard the stories of Ben getting thrown out of the department. Although, no one had ever really heard why.

His face darkened and he set his jaw, so Rey darkly smiled to herself, pleased to have gotten underneath his skin.

They sat in silence for nearly five minutes, gathering potential insults to hurl at one another. Things like goth beanstalk and Crylo Ren. (Okay, maybe it was just Rey gathering insults) Ben cleared his throat, “I left the program to study under professor Snoke. Luke and I didn’t see eye-to-eye, but that doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t expect you to understand how difficult family can be.” He didn’t know he hit the wrong wire until the entire building exploded.

Rey whipped her head to glare at him, fuming. Part of her was hurt, yes, but the more pronounced emotions stirring within her dictated that she was pissed. “What?” she asked him, her tone sharp.

“What?” he questioned, and his anxiety swelled, pronouncing his every possible fault in the conversation.

“Just because, what, I don’t have a family--that gives you the right to judge me?” Her voice became increasingly accusatory. Ben realized his blunder, and his eyes widened.

“Rey, no, that’s not what I meant at all-” but she was on a roll.

“The fact that people don’t have what you have. Does that register with you at all? Not everyone has families that they can just throw away, Ben. God, I could kill you right now!” She spit his name like venom, and he felt the guilt in his chest crack open and start to consume him. He couldn’t think of anything to say, just staring, open-mouthed, at the girl who he’d always perceived as flawless.

Luckily (or unfortunately, he didn’t know yet), a large star-fighter tow truck pulled up next to them, effectively ending any conversation.

Rey quickly exited Ben’s silencer, slamming the door shut for measure. She walked over to Han, accepting the fatherly hug that he offered and helped him set up the cables. The rain and cleared in their short wait, and Ben could see the sun beginning to peek out from the clouds once again.

Han offered her a ride to the shop so Rose could pick her up, and she was in the pickup before he could even finish his sentence. He turned to Ben, who had been quietly surveying his and Rey’s work.

“Thanks for taking care of her, Ben,” he only nodded reluctantly in reply.

“Well, I’m sure I caused more issues than I fixed, but that’s nothing new,” he frowned, staring after her.

Han chuckled. Like father, like son. “Just give her a while. She usually comes around,” he waved vaguely toward his truck.

Ben just nodded, so Han began to slowly walk back to his truck, “And call your mother!”

Ben gave her exactly two days. He had seen her around, each time receiving a death glare from either her or Rose. Now, he stood outside Skywalker’s class room, holding the sweetest cup of coffee he knew how to order (caramel macchiato, four shots, too much caramel) and wearing an expression not unlike that of a lost puppy.

When she saw him, she shook her head, stalking over to him only when he had held out her coffee. “I’m sorry,” he told her, a pleading look etched across his features. For a second, she was caught off-guard. For all her positive interactions with him, Rey had still taken Ben as the difficult ass everyone painted him to be. “I didn’t know about your family, and I’m sorry that my words upset you. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He looked almost pained to say it, but Rey supposed he hadn’t had much practice. A small smile bloomed across her features. “I’m sorry too,” she told him, “I shouldn’t have said all that stuff about you and your family.” She cleared her throat daintily, “So...Han’s your dad?” He grinned slightly, “Yes, that would be him.” Rey shook her head, releasing a tiny sigh and smiling, “That explains...so much.” Ben grinned slightly, and he dropped his gaze so he wouldn’t get caught staring at the freckles dusting her nose and cheeks.

“Forgive me?” he asked after a pause, clearing his throat, his brow creasing adorably. She answered him with a simple smile before taking a sip of her coffee. -

They sat down at the student center, and it was seven before they even noticed the time. Ben walked her to her car and stared into her eyes a few seconds longer than he could handle without the tips of his ears burning red. She giggled, tucking his hair back to expose them. “They’re cute!” she insisted, and he couldn’t help but chuckle in reply.

“I’d like to do this again,” he told her, and he didn’t realize he was holding his breath until she grinned at him and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“I’d like that,” she whispered to him before sliding into her car.

He stared after her car until he couldn’t see it anymore. He was so screwed.

#kylotrashforever #happy only slightly belated birthday #you deserve it #oneshot #prompt

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harryhookwriter-blog · 6 years

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JOINING UMA

JOINING UMA PART TWO (2)

HARRY HOOK X READER

SUMMARY: reader has a run in with Maleficant. What will ever happen ???

WARNINGS: swearing, violence

WORD COUNT: 2352

"Great! You won't regret this" said Uma, clearly happy. "come to the shop tomorrow at 12 noon and I'll introduce you to the crew. Also can I've my sword back?" Uma finished, and I handed her the weapon. I trusted her. " Also, I hope we can be friends. I need a girl as a friend in my life." Uma said, and I grinned and nodded. I then left the ship to train harder than ever at home.

*THE NEXT DAY*

"Alright everyone, listen up. This is Y/N Cheshire Heart, she's my 3rd in command now. Give her shit and I'll see to it that you will be swimming with the killer sharks." Uma shouted to our crew. She stood down from the table and said to me "can you go to the docs and do some training with Harry? I need you to know how to handle the crew and also how to train the newbies" "Yeah, I'll get my training gear and I'll head over there. See ya Uma or should I say captain."

I teleported home, it's my favourite thing, teleporting. I got changed into my gear again and went to the docs to meet Harry.

"Ah Lass, yer here" said Harry, clearly waiting for me. " Yes I am, now, let's start shall we?" Harry nodded and tried to teach me how to navigate, which I told him how to do really. He tried fighting me, but I won easily.

"Wow, I really didn't expect you to be so good" said Harry, dumbfounded that I beat him. "Well then, I'll just teach you how to control the crew. A reputation helps, and you've quite a name out here. Shouting and threats are good too lass. Also, holding a sword to someones neck scares them into listening. Thats all, i think. You can do whatever now." "Then see you around Hook." I smirked and went to leave. "call me Harry." I heard as I walked off.

*Several days later*

I love being on the crew, and my job is to scare, I mean, train the new recruits. I find the best way is to teach them to street dance. They learn perfection, precision and flexibility. Also, it's takes the expression "wanna dance" to a new level.

I haven't seen the hook boy, harry in a while. I don't know if I like him or not. He's really sketchy. But damn his accent turns me on, and those abs?

*IN UMAS SHOP*

It was just after training so I was wearing a sports bra, a leather jacket which was left drapped over my chair and leather pants. Uma and I were talking about how much the shop was making, and I was doing the math behind it.

I was calculating how many portions of chips were sold in the last month and I felt a hand go under my sports bra. I quickly punched the asshole in the jaw and then realized it was Harry Hook. "Very handsy for someone who has a hook instead of a hand" I spat wanting to beat him up.

Uma jumped up and shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK HARRY?" and slapped him in mouth. " She's half naked, is that my fault?" Harry shouted. " Are you fucked up in the head?? Did I tell you to do that?" I shouted back, hating that son of a bitch. " I was training and wearing gear, not a sign that says 'FUCKING TOUCH ME' am I?"

I stormed out of the shop, ready to kill anyone else who talked to me. I went to blow off steam by a hardcore training session. It's the best way on the Isle without killing anyone. I trained for hours and finally wanted to go home.

*2 WEEKS LATER*

I was training new recruits and Uma shouted "Y/N! Can you pause for a minute and come here?" " Ok so pair up and spar" I told the trainees and went off to Uma "come with me to the ship" "whatever you say, captain."

I got the the ship and I followed Uma to her quarters where Harry was sat inside waiting. " I've something to confess." Uma said nervously.

"Aye."

"Go on."

"A few weeks ago when Harry stuck his hand up your bra... Well, I kinda spelled him so you'd hate him because your both into eachother and both oblivious and I didn't like the idea of my left and right hand together so I wanted to stop it happening." Uma said quickly. I felt furious, but remained calm, Harry on the other hand, had no intention of hiding his emotions. He looked livid. I just said "what the fuck" and let Uma explain further while Harry started shouting at Uma, wishing the rath of Davy Jones upon her. "Shut it Harry, let her explain" I said, wanting to here more. "I want to explain my side lass. I didn't know why you hated me, or why I had a huge bruise on me jaw. So Uma told me to stay away from ye and that ye hated me. So I did." Harry explained. "Well I should explain my side. I was sat in the shop and you came up and put your hand up my bra and I punched you in the jaw. I told you that you were handsy for someone who carries round a hook and avoided you ever since. Influenced by Uma." I explained my side. Now everything was cleared up and I said after a minute of silence

"captain, can I punch you?"

"Yeah I deserve that"

so I punched the girl across the mouth. "Harry, do you want a turn?" I asked. " Can I Captain?" "Go ahead" so Harry punched her in the stomach.

"I'm..... Sorry. Am I forgiven?" Asked Uma, sadness in her voice. "yeah i can't hate you. Your forgiven." And I helped her up and said "sorry for the punch. Harry? Do you forgive Uma?" "Yeah I can't hate me captain. And sorry for the punch." "Thank you guys and again, I'm sorry. I'll leave you too. I'll pick up on your training Y/N" Uma finished as she left Harry and I.

"So? The infamous Harry hook has a thing for me?" Harry looked panicked. "Well, do you have a thing for me Lass?" "If you insist to know, yeah, I do." And I leaned in to kiss Harry and he quickly understood and kissed back. I felt like sparks flew and we pulled back and I blushed slightly while Harry was full on tomato faced. It was cute. " Yeah Lass, I've a thing for you too."

*A FEW MONTHS LATER BROUGHT TO YOU BY LAZINESS*

I was in Harry's room on the ship and he said "It's 8:30, time to pretend we hate eachother." Harry and I hate that we have to pretend we're not in a relationship. It's not a thing on the Isle. Here, love is weak. "why bother" I said. "our reputations? Umas rules?" Answered Harry. "Fuck it. I'm going out onto this ship and I'll scream that were dating. People are afraid of us Harry. They give us shit, they die." I said exasperated. "I'm so sick of this faking. So I won't fake anymore." "Sounds like a plan Y/N/N"

I walked out onto the deck and shouted "IM DATING HARRY HOOK!" Aand Harry shouted, " IM Y/N CHESHIRE HEART!"

We ran around the Isle holding hands, kissing and stealing. People overlooked it really.

We were walking down Mals turf, and Maleficent came out and people ran for the hills. We just kept walking.

"Stealing candy Mal?" You heard the voice of the 'evilest' of them all. "I'm so disappointed. What are you two doing?" Maleficent shouted at us. "Walking?" I replied. I'm not afraid of Maleficant unlike most people on this damn island. "No you two are hand holding. Why?" Maleficant snapped and Harry looked like he was ready to kill. I said "Har, calm down, I got this." I was furious this bitch cared, but I tried to keep my cool and told Maleficant, "because we like each other? Because we're teens who aren't afraid of you? Because we're dating?"

"There is no dating on the Isle." Maleficant stated. "It's not common, but it's also none of your business." I snapped back, getting sick of this. "You fools, emotions are weakness. You will die easily on this Island. You are to be punished. Knuckleheads, got them!!" "You wanna go? Bring it."

The two gaurds came at me and I helicopter kicked one in the face and punched the other in the stomach. Then Maleficant shouted, "Get them, vermin!!" And the core four or core bore I call them, ran up to fight me and Harry. I was taking on Mal and Jay. Harry was taking on Carlos and Evie.

I jumped up and punched Mal in the mouth. I kicked her in the back and elbowed her in the stomach. She was out cold. Then I flipped Jay over my head and punched him in the jaw and stomach then kicked him in the balls. He was on the ground crippled. "Anyone else?" I asked. " I, the evilest of them all shall fence you." Said Maleficant, confident she could beat me. "Your on" I said and Harry and I drew our swords. "Just you princess." Maleficant attempted to mock me. "Sit down Harry. Its my fight." "But Y/N ho..." "HARRY SIT DOWN" I shouted. Harry saw my eyes glow deep blue and sat down.

Maleficant got a sword from somewhere and we began. She was better than I was expecting, but I was still much better. She slipped slightly so I put my sword to her throat. " Evilest of them all you say?" I jeered. I was enjoying this way too much. "When this barrier breaks, I swear, you'll be gone to Hades." "Nope because when the barrier breaks, you'll be great friends with him." I then punched her in the mouth to knock her out. It worked.

"Harry get over here." I called to Harry. He immediately ran over to me, dumbfounded. I lifted Maleficant up over my shoulders and brought her back to the ship. Uma wasn't on her shift today, so we were guessing thats where she was.

We got to the ship and went to Umas quarters. We walked in and I said, "Uma, do you want revenge on Mal?" And threw Maleficant on the ground. She didn't stir. "What?" Said Uma, and got up out of her hammock. "Who did this?" Uma asked, a gleam in her eye. "Your looking at her." I said. "How?" "Well, she was shit talking me and Harry and had her servants and Mals little gang fight us. Then she got me to fight her. I won. I brought her here and I plan to lock her in a cell, send a message to Mal to meet one of us at the chip shop. We armwrestle but before we make a deal. Mal wins, she gets mommy back, if she loses, we take what ever we want from her." I finished, smirked and Uma was shocked. "Yere so hot when ye scheme Lass." Said Harry, then he said. "Wheres the first aid kit? I want ta check Y/N over."

"I'm fine Harry, how about you?" I asked, he replied" Fine, Lass, just a few scratches." "Harry, those"ll get infected, come over here." Harry strolled over and I muttered an intacation that healed every one on the ship. I learned that one from an old spell book. My eyes glowed deep blue, like a storming ocean, and they died back down to Y/E/C. I felt better that every one was healed on the ship. But Maleficant woke up. I didn't plan on this so I quickly punched her in the jaw and forehead when she made to stand. She fell back to the floor.

"Well, do we have any free prisoner cells?" I asked Uma and she smirked then said " right this way, madam." I heaved Maleficant onto my shoulders and we walked down to the cells. I threw Maleficant to the floor of the cell and locked the door. "Shall I deliver the message to Malsey dearest?" "Yeah go ahead" said Uma, Harry followed me out of the prisoners gully, to Mals hideout.

"I failed ye, princess." Said Harry out of the blue. "What?" "I let you take on Mal, Jay and that other bitch, I failed ye. What if you died?" Harry rambled, disappointed in himself. "Harlan Hook, you can never fail me. The day you decide you hate me and tell me you never want to see me again, that's the only way you'll fail me. We both know I can take on those three bitches, Mal, Jay and Maleficent. I love you Harry." I told him, with a softened expression. "I love ye too, Lass."

We arrived at Mals little den and we saw Evie. She's too like her mother, I thought. "So, where are the rest of your street rats?" I asked. Evie was startled and said, "Why would you want t-to know?" She was very nervous, and I told her "Because we need to talk." "They want you dead." Evie informed me. "90% of the people on this Island want me dead, I'm used to it. Take us too them." "Fine, but if they fight you, it's not my fault." Snarked Evie, and she started walking. Harry and I followed, hands firm on our swords.

"We've got company." Shouted Evie as we walked near the four, all looking beat up. "Heeeyyyyyy." I stated with scarcastic inthusuasm. "Not in a hospatable mood? I'll cut to the chase then, Mal will come to the Chip Shop at 2 a.m if you want to see mother dearest alive again. Don't be late." I told them. Harry and I bowed away from the four. They looked stunned, I had to grin at this.

(A/N) Part 3 r nah ?????

#descendants 2 #harry hook #harry hook x reader #imagine #joinimg uma #uma

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An Alpha Omega: Part 1: Prologue

Prologue

“Let me see,” John soothed.

Jack sniffled and pulled his hand away from his bloody nose. “Everything hurts,” he whimpered.

“I know, Champ,” John smiled sadly as he checked Jack’s nose. “You’re lucky; it’s not broken. And it’s far from the heart.”

“Unless I do this,” Jack laughed playfully as he tried to push his face against his chest. “Ooh.”

The world spun when he did that and he grabbed his head to keep it held upright. Talk about a headrush. John gently picked him up, holding him close as blood continued dripping out of Jack’s nose.

“Easy,” he soothed. “Don’t do anything silly now.”

“Sorry,” Jack apologized and sniffled.

“Sorry?” John frowned at him. “For what?”

“Everything,” Jack’s lip trembled. “For getting into a fight. For getting hurt. For being an Omega.”

John’s face morphed from confusion to horror and then to fury so fast Jack gasped in fright. John bared his teeth, showing off the enormous fangs that just barely fit in his mouth when he wasn’t shifted, and clutched Jack to his chest.

“You did nothing wrong,” he growled. “That kid deserved to get beat up for touching you. I’m so proud of you, Jack. I wish more little Omegas were like you. The world would be a better place if Omegas started fighting back and not letting Alphas push them around.”

Jack let out a sob and hid his face in his father’s blood-stained shirt. It was the same shirt John wore every time Jack got hurt. It smelt like his dad, safe and warm, with the faintest touch of pain from all the dried blood. John held him close as he headed upstairs to the bathroom. He got Jack out of his dirty school clothes and started running a bath for him. Jack squirmed miserably and pouted.

“Can I take a shower with you instead?” he asked.

John glanced at him and pulled the plug to the bath. “Okay,” he said. “Just let me know if you get uncomfortable, okay? First heats can be some of the worst.”

Jack nodded and hopped into the tub as his father stripped out of his clothing. Jack stood at the back of the tub as John got the shower going, toeing the plug into place. Jack shuffled forward, smiling up at his dad as John shook his head like a dog under the shower.

“You look silly,” Jack giggled.

“Good to know,” John smirked before he shifted around Jack and knelt down. “Come on, Champ; under the spray. Gotta get you all cleaned up.”

Jack stepped under the spray and shook his head like his dad did, grinning up at him. John smiled as he started running his hands through Jack’s hair, making sure it was sufficiently soaked. Jack closed his eyes as his dad started rubbing shampoo into his golden hair, giggling as his dad playfully massaged his scalp.

“Head back,” John instructed.

Jack did as he was told, spraying water out of his mouth as his dad rinsed his hair. John chuckled before he started lathering up the scrunchy.

“Okay, you ready to clean yourself up?” John asked. “You have to clean your backside really well. Your heat makes it really dirty back there.”

“Okay,” Jack said as he held his hands out for the scrunchie. “Is that why everyone was treating me differently?”

“Yes,” John’s face fell as Jack started cleaning himself up. “I’m so sorry, Jack. If I had known that you were going to go into heat, I wouldn’t have let you go to school. You didn’t deserve all of that bullshit today.”

“Why’d they treat me differently?” Jack asked softly. “I didn’t think I smelt that bad.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Jack,” John shook his head. “Everyone...everyone’s taught to treat Omegas in heat a certain way and it’s wrong. You’re just a kid; you can’t control when you go into heat and you shouldn’t be punished for it.”

“So it was my heat that made Bryce Masterson kiss me?” Jack grimaced.

“Yes,” John frowned. “And he’s lucky I wasn’t there to press charges.”

“What about Mr. O’Neill?” Jack asked.

“What did he do?” John demanded.

“He kept calling me names,” Jack frowned. “What’s a whore?”

“You finish cleaning yourself, Jack” John snarled as he got to his feet. “I have a few phonecalls to make.”

Jack nodded and did his best not to cower as his father stormed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist to hide the tail sprouting from his spine. Jack tugged the shower curtain closed and stood shivering under the hot shower spray, trying to remind himself that his father wasn’t mad at him.

Alphas were scary when they were mad.

“Yes, this is John Morrison,” John growled down the phone. “I’d like to speak with Principal Davis.”

“Mr. Davis is in a meeting with Mr. O'Neill,” the secretary replied. “I can have him….”

“No, that’s perfect; that’s exactly who I want to speak to him about,” John said. “Can you patch me through?”

“Um,” the secretary tapped at something in front of him. “Do you have a video option on your phone, sir?”

“I do,” John rolled his eyes.

“Okay, I’m patching you through now,” the secretary chirped.

John flipped the switch on the phone and leaned back as the holoscreen activated. He didn’t care that he was still dripping wet from the shower or that he was only in a towel; he was going to make these two men pay for what they did to his son.

It was bad enough they had suspended Jack for fighting back against the Alpha that had touched him without permission. Now he finds out that Jack’s teacher had verbally abused him too. This was unacceptable and he was going to make sure the proper punishment was exacted.

“Ah, Mr. Morrison,” Principal Davis smiled before he blinked. “Uh, why are you not wearing a shirt?”

“Well, I was just helping my son get cleaned up after the fiasco that happened at school today and I just had to talk to you,” John smiled sweetly. “It is a most fascinating bit of information. Tell me, Mr. O'Neill, what possessed you to tell my nine year old that he was a whore?”

Mr. Davis’ eyes widened and Mr. O'Neill looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. John’s smile melted into a snarl and he bristled, feeling the blond hairs on his back rise in outrage. They weren’t even trying to deny it! How dare they?!

“He walked into my class smelling like a dog in heat,” O’Neill said after a moment. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Not say that to a nine year old!” John snarled. “For fuck sake, what’s wrong with you? You’re supposed to be a teacher! You’re supposed to protect our kids from bullying. What message are you sending to the other kids when you treat an Omega going through his first heat like trash?”

“Maybe you should have kept better track of your son’s heats,” O’Neill snapped.

“He’s nine,” John snapped. “What would you like me to do? Violate my son’s privacy and body autonomy to make sure bastard Alphas like you aren’t made to be uncomfortable? Because God forbid you actually be held responsible for your actions?”

“Mr. Morrison, please, calm down,” Mr. Davis said. The desperation in his voice was pathetic. Where was this man’s spine? “I’m sure we can bring this entire day to a close where we’re all happy.”

“Fine,” John snorted. “I want Jack moved out of that pervert’s class. And I want his teaching licence revoked.”

“Excuse me?” O’Neill shrieked.

“You can’t be trusted around children,” John snarled. “If you can’t keep yourself in control when a child goes into an unexpected heat, how can you be trusted around anyone else?”

“You miserable…!”

“You don’t want to go to war with me, O’Neill,” John snarled deep in his chest. “I suggest you do this willingly before I write a letter to the schoolboard demanding to know why there’s a child molester allowed to teach in this district.”

“Mr. Morrison, I will deal with this behavior,” Davis said. “There’s no reason to go any higher. I will look into getting Jack transferred to another class. Please, have a good day.”

“I will certainly try,” John growled as he hung up. “How much of that did you hear?”

“The last part,” Jack whispered as he trotted over with a towel wrapped tightly around his shoulders. “You’re really mad.”

“Of course,” John snorted as he turned and knelt down on the ground. “The people that are supposed to keep my baby safe are turning into his tormentors. Of course I’d be pissed.”

Jack trotted over and tucked himself into John’s chest. He buried his nose into John’s shoulder and let out a soft sigh.

“You smell good,” he murmured softly. “Like a big, warm blanket.”

John smiled as he stood up, cradling his baby in his arms. “I’m glad you think so. Let’s go get you into a fresh pair of PJs and curl up on the couch for some movies.”

“Awesome!” Jack laughed. “You’re the best, Dad!”

John smiled, feeling his heart constrict a little bit. No. Not the best. Jack should have had a pack of kids to run around with, a group to call his own. An older brother figure to watch his back and lots of little siblings to romp around with. He should have had all of that, not just John and Sarah two farms over that made sure Jack had the stable female in his life to count on. He’d taken a loving pack from his son and there was no one to blame but his own stupid youthful fear.

He hoped that Jack could forgive him.

Joel McCree stepped into the principal’s office and glared at the man behind the desk. Useless, stupid Alpha; Joel knew what the problem was immediately and it had nothing to do with the boy whimpering around his broken nose, busted jaw, and scratched up face. No, that was just the cherry on top of the shit-sundae.

“You started in the middle-a class, huh, Birdie?” he asked gently as he walked over to his daughter.

She nodded, grinning widely around her black eye. She gave twice as good as she got, by the looks of things; that was his little spitfire. Teach the stupid Alpha his place after trying to grab her. Joel wasn’t stupid; Vanessa was mouthy and ornery, but she didn’t start fights. She ended them.

“Mr. McCree,” the principal sighed. “This is the third altercation your daughter has been in this year.”

“Well, maybe y’all should teach yer Alpha brats to stop tryin’ to get handsy with an Omega in heat,” Joel shrugged as he wrapped an arm around his daughter’s shoulders. “Taught my girl to defend herself from punks like him,” he jerked a thumb at the whimpering boy, ignoring the way both of his parents bristled. “Ain’t no one that’s got permission to touch her just cuz her body’s sendin’ out hormones that say she’s fertile.”

“She attacked another student,” the principal sighed.

“He grabbed me and kissed my neck!” Vanessa snarled. “And he said I’d look good in his bed.”

“Jeremy!” the boy’s father gasped.

“She’s the one that had her ass in the air!”

“It was a yoga move in gym class!” Vanessa threw her hands in the air. “Sorry that yoga is vaguely sexual! Still ain’t permission to touch me.”

“Anyone else lose their minds because yer ass was exposed in all its sweat-panted glory?” Joel smirked.

“No, just this fucker,” Vanessa growled.

“Hmm,” Joel mused before he looked at the two seething parents. “Well, I think we can reach a compromise. Our babies get an in-class suspension and I don’t file a sexual harassment charge against yer boy.”

“That’s fair,” the father cut in before the mother could explode. “Thank you, Mr. McCree. We’ll be leaving now.”

The father hurried his family out before anything could be said, but Joel knew the boy’s mother was not in agreement. He snorted, motioning for Vanessa to stand up. He tipped his hat to the principal before leading his daughter out of the school and to his truck. Vanessa kept her gaze on her boots as Joel drove through traffic back to the house. He put the truck into park when he was sitting in the driveway and turned to look at her.

“I know I fucked up,” she sighed. “I swear, I didn’t mean to do that much damage I just...I felt so sick to my stomach. And I wanted him to pay for tryin’ to humiliate me like that.”

“I know,” he soothed as he reached out to run his fingers through her hair. “But you gotta start thinkin’ before you attack. What if he hadn’t been some prissy little pretty boy? You could-a gotten yerself killed.”

“I know,” she rubbed at her eyes. “I just…. It’s so frustratin’! I shouldn’t have to know when my heat’s gunna hit down to the fuckin’ millisecond.”

“You shouldn’t; parents should teach their kids to keep their fuckin’ hands to themselves,” Joel agreed. “But I didn’t teach ya to fight so that you could kill some dumbass Alpha-wannabe.”

“Alpha-wannabe?” she parrotted.

Joel nodded. “Them kids, they ain’t real Alphas,” he said. “They’re posturin’ and fightin’, but they ain’t got the heart of an Alpha. A real Alpha’s gunna walk in the room and everyone will follow their lead, no questions. They got this air to them, like nothin’ you ever felt before. They ain’t posturin’, they ain’t gotta fight; they know what they are and yer gunna respect that to yer core.”

“Am I gunna wanna follow ‘em?” she wrinkled her nose.

“Yes, cuz they’re gunna make you feel safe and cared for,” Joel smiled. “A real Alpha’s the leader of a family. They know when to be tough and they know when to be soft. They ain’t just there to push around the smaller folks and measure dicks and clits with other Alphas. That’s what you gotta look fer, Birdie; a real Alpha to follow.”

“Like yer Cap’n?” she asked.

Joel smiled sadly and nodded. “Yah. Like my Cap’n. But don’t you try to distract me; yer still in trouble.”

Vanessa rolled her eyes as she hopped out of the truck. “I’ll be in my room, bored,” she called over her shoulder.

“You’d better be,” he laughed as he followed her inside.

He watched her head upstairs and let out a long sigh. His poor baby; the only Omega in the family and he couldn’t find a school that respected her. His Van was smart, but her smarts were ignored in favour of her status. She was personable, but so many people abused their status over her that it made her bitter. She had the potential to do great things, but one stupid thing that she couldn’t control held her back from what other kids were free to explore.

It wasn’t fair and he wished he had some way to fight it. But he was just a Beta and no one listened to him anymore than they listened to an Omega. Only an Alpha could make a change in the world and most of them had their heads shoved too far up their own asses to notice how the rest of them felt. Those that did try to stand up were beaten down into submission and told to keep their mouths shut.

He let out a long sigh before he tossed his keys onto the counter and went to go finish weeding the garden. Society might not change, so you just had to find your own little pack to settle down and fight the world with.

#A/B/O Dynamics #Jack Morrison #John Morrison #Joel McCree #Vanessa McCree #what a way to start the story off

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mysticdragon3md3 · 7 years

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thoughts during Yuri on Ice ep8

11:45 PM 11/24/2016

Cat ear Yurio fans? LOL

"Ice Tiger of Russia"? That explains all the big cat prints.

I'm really surprised that Yurio is complimenting katsudon. This seems like a quick way to show how open he is with his grandfather, as well as maybe a hint that Yurio might respect Yuri a little. Maybe?

"The Horror!!" What is that title supposed to mean?! o~O!

Hearing Victor called a "national hero" on the radio in Moscow, then swarmed by reporters while getting a coffee is the first real sense I've gotten that Victor is really famous. Strange. I've gotten the sense before that he's very skilled, but there was a certain amount of awe that a lot of scenes hinged on, that I wasn't completely feeling. Seeing other people treat Victor like a big deal feels less like his ability to make Yuri nervous was just because of Victor's idiosyncrasies and handsy-ness.

I really liked that the reporter asked if Victor wanted to face Yuri as a competitor, since Victor thought Yuri was so charismatic. Not only was there an odd pause from Victor, but his eyes' expression was covered by his sunglasses, then the camera shifted to Yurio also waiting for the answer. Now I wonder if Victor really will face off against Yuri after the Grand Prix Final or next season.

Watching Yurio listening to Victor's answers to the reporters, really gives a sense that he feels left out of Victor's world, and the promise Victor made to him.

Yurio is so "delinquent punk"! Knocking Victor's coffee out of his hand. LOL But it's always interesting to see Victor meet even aggressions with smiles. It feels like he's not oblivious, but more like he's wise or Strong underneath his flippant veneer, enough to be unphasable.

Yes, sneak into another elevator, Yuri. ^.^

It's always interesting to see Yuri in his "less assertive form" beside Yurio.

I had to pause that quick explanation sequence so much to understand this tournament. Actually, this is the first time I've seen the points take precedence over the medals/podium placement. Do the medals actually not matter?

More "masculine sex appeal"? I'm beginning to understand why the Yuri on Ice writer went into this series expecting to write a "sports anime" but came out with a romantic subplot.

And now we have a character calculating every little point in his head. Is this series going to explain more about the details of how this sport works now?

Seung Gil Lee's expressionless face and mental point calculating made his skating feel really different from Yuri's. In contrast, Yuri, and maybe also every other skater up until this point, has been portrayed as expressing their emotions through their skating. And when their emotions were off, it made their skating go off. I wonder what the series will try to say with Seung Gil Lee having no emotion but being skilled at the same time. o.o?

What? "Cheers from the crowd never affect my performance." But he turns his head as soon as the crowd cheers for another skater? What's going on here...?

Wow. Yuri looked so serious, but he was just getting into the zone with his earphones. As soon as he took them out, he went all doughy-faced! ^o^

Seeing Emil Nekola and Mickey (Michele Crispino) friends is a nice oasis in all these non-friendly competitors.

Ok. Just realizing that Mickey and Sala may be contributing to that annoying borderline-incest trope that's becoming more prevalent in anime, just killed it for me. -.-;

Triple lutz, triple loop... ~_~? This show still fails as a "sports anime" to properly convey the technicalities of the sport and make me feel their significance, by the time such understanding is necessary to feel the tension of sports moments.

Seriously, with how possessive Mickey is (especially with how eager Sala is to court men, plus seeing how offended she got when Seung Gil ignored her offers), why don't they just stick to pair skating?

"Mickey has to reach a place where he can win without my being around. ...If something doesn't change, both of us will go down." I'm beginning to think every opponent skater isn't just a case study for different mentalities going into skating (contrasted vs Yuri), but also may be a case study for different relationships when compared to Victor and Yuri.

It's very interesting to go from this strangely possessive/stifling relationship between Mickey and Sala, to a cut of Victor, very submissively tying Yuri's skates, while he's wearing his "On Love: Eros" costume which requires Yuri to become very assertive and almost possessive. This has to be foreshadowing something.

I hope Yurio's grandfather wasn't suddenly struck by a health problem.

Oh, wow. Maccachin is a pretty good dog to not immediately eat those nikuman.

Oh, wow. Everyone is chanting Victor, when it's supposed to be Yuri about to take the spotlight. O.O No wonder Yuri yanked down on Victor's tie. O_O

"The performance has already begun, Victor. ...Don't worry. I'll show my love to the whole of Russia." And then he skates off thinking, "That was so embarrassing. But before the crowd can intimidate me in enemy territory, I have to intimidate them!" See? This is the type of thing that makes me think that Yuri himself---the real Yuri, behind his performance still doesn't know what romantic love is. (At least, he hasn't fully acknowledged it yet.) He does that aggressive tie grab then skates off thinking about how embarrassed he just was? It really feels like an act. And although I am glad he can do that to achieve the best for his art, I kind of want the Victuri ship to sail.

Oh my god! I was clutching my heart, hoping he wouldn't crumble in front of "enemy territory"---and then he SENDS A KISS TO THE JUDGES?!?!?! Oh my gawd. ^O^ That took more balls than the lip-licking he did in his other Eros performance. O.O

"Maybe no one in Russia, or even the entire world, wants me to win. Thinking that runs chills up my spine. I'm the only one who can change that world!" This is the quality inspirational "sports anime" stuff I came here for! ^o^

Aw, Yuri is "in his best form" (as Victor says). While Yurio trudging, broken about his grandfather not attending. ;_;

More plushies thrown onto the ice for Yuri? LOL ^o^ I love this. Does that really happen at skating performances? ^.^!

Oh my glob! I'm so touched that Yuri and Victor are so happy that Yurio was able to perfect his Agape (just by seeing his demeanor)! ;u; None of that "holding a grudge" or "intimidation" crap. They're just proud of him. ^-^ So proud that they exclaim how good it is, to each other, at the same time! ^o^ Now I know why the fandom is referring to Yurio as Victuri's son. LOL

I really thought Yurio would stop panicking that his grandfather wasn't there, by looking over to see Victuri proud of him. But instead, Yurio looks over to see Yuri surpassing his personal best scores again. ...It'd be sad to see Yurio self-destruct on the ice. ...That's not going to happen, right?

Victor kissed Yuri's skate?! I don't know if that'll revitalize Yurio into skating despite his grandfather being absent, or whether Yurio's anger about that will ruin his agape. ^^???

"I'm not feeling agape at all! I'm angry!" [thud] I'm cringing. It's happening. ~__~!

Well, I guess he couldn't mess up all the way through his program, or else he wouldn't make it to the Grand Prix Final for the "big series climax showdown" against Yuri. ^^;

Cat plushies?! Cat ears?!---and right on Yurio's head?! OuO! LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And now we have a character who is the exact opposite of the main protagonist's lack of confidence. I wonder how JJ will conflict against Yuri in the story. [Actually, after watching Crunchyroll's ep8 analysis and realizing that Yurio's ego is in the way of his skating, I'm beginning to think that JJ might be a foil vs Yurio instead of Yuri. Where Yurio's ego is getting in the way of his agape, JJ fully embraces his ego and skates strongly for it. That's much more complex that just contrasting JJ's complete confidence vs Yuri's lack of confidence.]

Everyone knows this song? O.o

See that camera angle on JJ's quadruple lutz? That's the type of direction to make something feel impressive, besides just the commentator explaining it's impressive (explaining that even Victor hasn't done this before).

Maccachin! ;o;! I have a feeling the series is setting up the same situation as last season when Yuri self-destructed because his dog died on top of his other issues. I love seeing anime protagonists re-meet the same type of battle again, for a 2nd chance to triumph over it. ...Though I don't want Maccachin to die! ;O;!

"Can you be Yuri's coach for just one day?" Huh? I know we've said this before but...Victor really doesn't know what the heck he's doing when it comes to coaching, beyond the choreographing and interpreting the moves. ~__________~ Does he really think Yakov's teaching style or support style is what would work for Yuri? ...Of course, not. Victor doesn't think. ~_~; Victor's coaching only worked for Yuri because he was open, warm, and encouraging. Every time Victor has tried to "act like a coach" instead of as himself, he's pretty much messed up. ~_~; Honestly, Victor needs to gain some self-awareness. ~.~;

And thus, you can hear Yakov, Yurio, AND Yuri all exclaiming "Huh?!". ~_~;

#md3 watches yuri on ice

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