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Illicit Affairs - Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Westview was everything Wanda ever wanted, but then came you. Will she be able to resist temptation and curiosity for the safety of her marriage, or what Vision doesn't know can't hurt him?

Warnings: (+18), mentions of smut, strap-on use, fingering, bottom!Wanda, cheating (fuck off vision), Westview mind control and stuff, canon divergence, secret relationship, a bif of angst and betrayal but happy ending| Words: 3.982k

A/N-> This may also be known as my contribution to that Lizzie scene in Love&Death.

dicionary-> kurva dieťa - fuck baby

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--//--

Westview should be perfect.

A home, a husband, and adorable children to care for.

So why was Wanda so damn bored?

"See you later, Mom!" Was the boys' unison goodbye before they walked out the door, dressed in their school uniforms.

Wanda isn't sure when or how school for the boys started, but it was part of the routine now. As long as Vision was at work, she had the whole house to herself.

And it was fucking tedious.

She would clean, read a little, and if she was lucky Agnes would visit with some gossip for an hour or two until it was time to pick up the kids.

Everything is in its proper place.

Until one sunny afternoon, Wanda hears a motorcycle.

She is not the only one who is curious about the sounds - Agnes and the neighbor across the street, Mrs. Bennet, are also on the sidewalk, trying to get a better look at who is arriving at the house next to Wanda's.

It is noisy, and out of the norm. The vehicle, the sound of the radio. The person, with dark jeans like glasses, and messy hair.

Something in Wanda's chest flutters as she meets your gaze, and she swallows dryly at the complete coldness in your eyes in turning away and getting off the bike, ignoring not only her but all the other curious neighbors as you make your way to the house next door, now with the 'sold' sign covering the previous 'for sale'.

She is back in her own living room in record time, her heart racing in a disconcerting way.

Well, that seems to be the end of the boredom at least.

For the next few days, Wanda is determined to find out everything she can about her mysterious new neighbor. Luckily for her, Agnes seems equally interested and shows up at her house shortly after the kids have left.

"[...] No children, or partners. The moving truck arrived earlier today, and I saw some painting supplies, which suggests we have an artist among us." Narrated the neighbor cheerfully, and Wanda tried to disguise how very interested she was. "Ralph also recognized an NYU sweatshirt, so she must have a degree. And she looks pretty young to me, doesn't she?"

Wanda nods, half thoughtfully. Your house was next door to hers, and at this point, she could hear some sounds of objects being dragged around that suggested you were tidying up the place. Agnes took advantage of the distracted silence to suggest:

"Maybe we should say hello?"

Wanda immediately raised her eyes. "You think?"

The older woman chuckled. "Of course. But let's bring something as a welcome gift to her. May I ask, are you good at baking, honey?"

You were wearing a half-open jumpsuit and pinned up your hair to answer the door, and Wanda was seeing too much skin to be able to say anything.

Thank god Agatha was present.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, darling, we've brought you a welcome gift." She greeted cheerfully, and you blinked in surprise at her sudden arrival. "I'm Agnes, Wanda's next-door neighbor on the right. And you?"

You quickly said your name, accepting the other's greeting. "Let me put that away." You said as your gaze fell on Wanda and the cake she brought. She didn't notice that you took the warm package without any difficulty, busy returning Agnes's look of complicity as she took your cue of leaving to enter the house as well.

"Nice changes you're making all around, dear." Agnes commented on the new paint being put over the old, and you let out a short chuckle from the living room.

"Oh, thank you. I like this color better." You muttered as you placed the cake on the countertop.

"Forgive us for not coming sooner, we were waiting for you to stabilize yourself first." Said the older woman, and gave Wanda a gentle nudge for her silence. The witch cleared her throat softly, trying to start a decent conversation.

She - More Agnes honestly - ended up confirming that you had moved in alone and that you had just graduated from college. No family, and in your words, you allowed a dice to pick your new town. Agnes found the story a bit absurd, but Wanda felt her stomach fill with butterflies.

Something about your care·free attitude and casualness made her shiver.

"Anyway, I'm here now." You finish with a small smile and your hands in your pockets. "Painting my new home in American suburban New Jersey."

There was regret or sarcasm hidden in your tone of voice that made Wanda's curiosity explode. She wanted to know you, inside out, every thought, dream, or wish.

But when she thought of peeking in, Agnes gave her a gentle nudge.

"Well, let's not take up any more of your time, dear." Said the lady, discreetly pushing the redhead toward the door. "Come by some time at the local club, you need to meet Ralph and Vision."

You blink, raising an eyebrow. "Vision?"

"My husband." Wanda replies half hoarsely, having completely forgotten Vis's existence for all that conversation. She clears her throat. "You two should-must meet. Him and my boys, Tommy and Billy."

You smile, and because Wanda is already outside, you put an arm around the doorpost and she feels her face heat up. "I'd love to, Miss Maximoff."

Agnes clears her throat. "And of course don't forget my husband, Ralph."

You don't take your eyes off Wanda. "Sure, Agatha."

Wanda frowns, but the woman next to her lets out a loud exclamation with a graceless laugh. "It's Agnes, dear!"

You blink away from the redhead, equally ungainly. "Oh, yes, of course, Agnes. My mistake."

"Come on, Wanda, let's just let her get back to work."

You offer the redhead a wink, and it's enough for Wanda to remember nothing strange about that encounter.

—//—-

Not that Wanda was counting, but it took six days for her to talk to you again.

She saw you before though - twice in the supermarket, and because Billy and Tommy were making a mess, Wanda didn't have the heart to disturb your choice of apples by approaching you, you didn't see her. And on Monday she watched you leave the house early with a little animal house under your arm, and she almost dropped her lunch to run and ask you about it, wondering if you had pets or not, but on second thought, she figured it would have been kind of creepy.

It was only on the weekend that you went to the club, and everyone was around, and Wanda thought she was going to suffocate.

Vision was rubbing sunscreen on the boys, and Wanda said she forgot a magazine in the car, but she just searching for you.

"Hey, stranger." She tried to greet you in the most casual way she could, getting the impression that you were a little startled by the soft jump you gave. But when you turned around, you smiled so sincerely that Wanda almost melted.

"Hello, Miss Maximoff, good to see you." You said gently.

Wanda giggled shyly. "When you call me that I feel very old."

You smiled with the worst intentions, licking your lips and making Wanda shudder with the intensity of your gaze.

"Old is not an adjective I would use to describe you, Wanda."

She sighed softly, her cheeks warm. "And how would you describe me?" She risks.

But you chuckle short and affected, lowering your gaze and shaking your head softly. "Married." You reply, and Wanda feels as if a bucket of cold water has fallen on her. "See you around, Miss Maximoff." You say as soon as the bike is locked, holding her arm in farewell before heading to the pool area.

Wanda feels her skin tingle all the way back.

–//–

Okay, she clearly had a problem.

Her perfect life was being threatened by an inconvenience, and that should be completely impossible because everything should be perfect in Westview.

And the more Wanda tried to fix it, the more wrapped up in her throbbing attraction to her neighbor, drowning in plot after plot that only made her wonder how much she wanted to satisfy her curiosity and drove her more frustrated and irritated as time went by.

You seemed to be everywhere - Somehow, the school had an art program and now Wanda saw you every morning when she went to pick up or drop off Billy and Tommy, and of course, the boys loved their cool new teacher, and wouldn't shut up about it. But your presence seems to have influenced - in Vision's words - the young troublemakers in the neighborhood, who should be learning from your bad influence to do graffiti everywhere. Vision grumbled about this when not talking about work.

And Wanda, well, she had enough.

You found the knocking so late at night strange, but you were awake - or Wanda assumed you were, by the sweater and the speed in answering the door. Or maybe you were already waiting for her. No, that would be ridiculous.

"Can I help you...?" You started, but Wanda bumped into your shoulder as she rushed in, and you let out a wry laugh. "Sure, come on in."

She ignored your joke, making her way to the living room, and ran a hand through her hair nervously, waiting for you to reach her.

"What do you want Wanda?" You asked with your arms crossed.

Wanda took a deep breath. "You have to leave."

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

She stepped forward. "I have everything I ever wanted here. You can't just show up and threaten all of that."

You raised an eyebrow. "I don't-"

"I'm not done talking." She interrupts and you bite your tongue, a smile threatening to break on your lips as Wanda continues to approach. "I have a husband and children. It's perfect. Everything is...perfect."

"Then why are you here?" You challenge, and Wanda swallows hard.

"I don't know." She responds, but you chuckle, and it's your turn to start approaching to which she responds by taking a step back with each one you take near her. Once her back hits the wall of new, dry colors, Wanda chokes softly.

"I think I know." You begin toward her, one hand landing at the side of her head, and the other reaching up to move a strand of hair behind her ear. Wanda, though trembling over the touch, lifts her chin proudly, challenging your response. Your smile is cocky when you speak. "You are desperate to feel something real."

Wanda opens her mouth, once and twice, indignant. But she has no words to disagree. She takes a deep breath, and all your perfume fills her senses, and she resists the urge to close her eyes. She makes mention of speaking, but you do so first.

"Shh, let me show you how it is supposed to feel." You whisper before breaking the distance, and not too surprisingly, it is the best thing Wanda has ever felt.

Your lips are soft and experienced on hers, almost as if molded to kiss her. You slide your tongue into hers as soon as permission is granted, and the sensation makes Wanda's legs buckle. She doesn't have to worry because your arms tighten around her and her back is pressed against the wall. The kiss grows hungry and you gasp against each other's mouths, hearts racing in synchrony.

"Fuck, I need to touch you." You pant between kisses, and it's the only line of warning Wanda has before she feels your hands invade her blouse, scratching at her belly and making her squirm. But suddenly you hesitate, and are almost unsure when you ask, "Can I? You... are you sure?"

Wanda almost laughs. She feels that she is burning from the inside out and that if you don't fuck her now she might have a little breakdown and you still have doubts that she wants to. There will be another time for her to investigate this, she will learn about you. At that moment she just brings one hand to your neck and spins you around on the wall so that your back hits the concrete.

And now when she kisses you it is firm and possessive and makes you whimper. Your hands wander and bring her pleasure, but it is clear who is in charge.

–//–

It starts out casual, but certainly, this is not how Wanda feels now.

Whenever the opportunity is there, she takes it. And honestly, part of her feels that the opportunities are blooming like flowers in spring. It's probably because Westview is supposed to be perfect, good, and amazing, and the only time she feels that way is in your company.

You haven't given a name to what you are doing, and Wanda doesn't want to think about the ring on her finger, not when you make her feel so good.

So you keep meeting her; with more and more ridiculous excuses than the previous ones, helping with a broken pipe, bringing supplies of paint even though Wanda doesn't paint anything, bringing schoolwork that the kids could pick up the other day, helping to mow the lawn, staying the afternoon for cake, tea, helping her with the grocery bags. And these were just the days that happened in her house.

After a while, you got the impression that Wanda didn't even worry about excuses anymore. Maybe it was your fault - for the way you have grown jealous of Vision and she knows it. She knows not because she tries to scan every inch of your mind in her frustrated attempts, but because every time you witness Vision showing any kind of affection, she is at the forefront of a rough and intense fucking session.

Like when Vision left for work last week while you were collecting the newspaper in your backyard and he thought it was a sweet idea to come back and kiss her before he left, and you barely waited for the kids to leave for school to come in the back door and fuck Wanda in the kitchen counter.

Without her magic, she wouldn't be able to hide the marks of your lips on her body.

And despite the risk, Wanda loves it.

But then it starts to scare her because she just might love a different thing.

Westview is a ticking time bomb. Wanda doesn't know it, but you do. Things happen to the breaking point, and it's in everything-from starting to ask questions that would require a little more thought that will make people stutter at the fantasy flaws, to immensely more pleasurable things, like affecting Wanda enough.

"Ah- kurva dieťa!" She cursed breathlessly, shuddering beneath you, her nails digging hard into your back. But your movements didn't fail, the fake cock thrusting inside her wet pussy with a delicious precision that made Wanda see stars. "D-don't stop-don-ah!"

You ripped orgasm after orgasm, until she was exhausted, begging for a break, the wet sheets of her juices beneath you.

"Just one more, my love. Just one more." You coerced so meekly that Wanda almost came with your voice alone, and this time your hands entwined with hers at the side of her head. And it was too intimate.

Your thrusts were deep, and with each movement of your hips, Wanda gasped, struggling for air as the knot in her belly prepared to break.

Her room around you however began to fail. The illusion sustained by her magic vibrating as if the transmission was failing. The sound drew you in, but as soon as your movement faltered and you made mention of looking away, she brought a firm hand to your chin and pulled you down as she entwined a leg around your waist.

She looked absurdly stunning beneath you, and there was no interest in looking away from her.

Wanda came so hard that the whole room vibrated, and you followed her, getting a satisfied moan when she felt the hot cum inside her.

You held her for the entire moment as you both calmed down from your orgasms, and this time, when you went to get up as you always did, she held you back.

"But..."

"No." She interrupted sleepily, pulling you back onto the bed so that she could hold you and lay on top of you. "No one will come. Stay here with me."

You didn't question, sliding your hands to wrap around her.

–//–

You're not surprised that Agatha rats you out. Time bomb after all.

Still, seeing the look of hurt in Wanda's eyes breaks your heart into a thousand pieces.

"You too?" She asks with tears in her eyes, powerless in that dark basement you have just entered.

"It's not what you're thinking." You try, but Agatha rolls her eyes impatiently.

"No time for Shakesperean drama, be honest, Y/N. Wanda is in need of facing the truth, for once in her life." Ironizes the witch, and you swallow dryly, taking a step forward but remembering not to cross the determined space of the runes.

"Witches everywhere have felt your magic, Wanda. But only a few have made it into Hex." You say. "Each came here with their own reasons."

"And why are you here?" Wanda asks wearily, and you sigh.

"It's hard to explain..."

"Nonsense." Agatha cuts in again, gesturing. "We all want power, in one way or another. No more games, or drama. Everyone wants to know how you did it, Wanda, and it's time for you to show us."

The redhead gives you one last hurt look before raising her chin to the older witch.

And you know she won't give anything up without a fight.

She wins, and Agatha is trapped in the only remaining illusion of what was once Westview.

You watch from a distance as Wanda goes to say goodbye to her family, and you don't intrude on that moment. You wouldn't want her to hate you even more.

Your motorcycle really is yours, so it is what you drive to get out of town.

Your grandparents' cabin has been your home since you completed your training at the Kamar Taj - and since you gave it all up for a quiet life in the mountains.

You only have a few days since Westview in your familiar solitude, however.

"You are unbelievable." That's the first thing Wanda says as she appears in your yard, impatient and angry. "After everything that happened between us, you just walked away?"

You blink in surprise at the scene for a moment, but recover when she starts walking toward you.

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

"Oh, but you will talk." She retorts with a poisoned sarcasm as she grabs your wrist to pull you inside the cabin. "You'll explain everything."

"Yes, ma'am." You murmured affectedly, Wanda pushing you in the first armchair and crossing her arms and tapping a foot, waiting.

You cleared your throat and told her everything - From the Hex power emission that alerted the Kamar Taj and made Wong recruit you to investigate, to the fact that you in theory were in Westview to undo the spell but you ended up getting distracted.

Wanda ignored the redness of your cheeks. "But Agatha said you wanted power."

You rolled your eyes. "That nosy old hag." You grumbled. "She was distorting things, but the way it all went down, I figured you wouldn't believe me. She had you in a basement and your kids locked up, and I was there, you see? Even if I tried to explain the whole story, you wouldn't believe me."

"And why didn't you help me? Why did you let her take the boys?" Inquired the impatient witch, and you swallowed dryly, bowing your head guiltily.

"I'm sorry, I... I have to admit that I wanted to see where that would go." You say, taking a deep breath. "Wanda it was all an illusion in that town. It was the best kind of magic I've ever witnessed, and when I arrived, Agatha approached me first. She told me that she was also there to investigate and that we didn't need to get in each other's way, we could even help each other."

Wanda narrowed her eyes. "In what way?"

You swallow dryly again. "I was there to undo the spell, and Agatha, well, she's a special kind of witch. She didn't lie, you know? When she said she takes power from those who don't deserve it. I heard that she made some kind of magical bargain, and now she is a collector. She would take your power and the spell would undo itself, so we'd both go home with what we wanted." You recount and settle uncomfortably on the couch, "B-but that was before you and I..."

Wanda looks away, running a hand through her hair. "We didn't mean anything, Y/N."

A hint of pain hits your chest, but you give a sad laugh, "You're full of shit."

But your accusation makes Wanda look at you with tear-filled eyes. "You were going behind my back, waiting for the right moment to stab me. Everything we had was a lie, a game for you to gain my trust and make me vulnerable. You're the one who's full of shit."

You sigh, getting up. "A witch kidnapped a town and held the entire population hostage. I was offered a deal, I took it." You begin seriously. "I had no idea who you were, what was going on. It was never personal. I went there to accomplish my mission, and I never thought I would fall in love with you." Wanda's eyes widen, but you are not intimidated by her shock, and you continue talking, taking another step forward. "I didn't know how Westview worked exactly, but everything was all too real there. You had a family, a husband. And you were my target. And I was completely surrendered to you. You have to understand, Wanda, that I had to consider all the possibilities. That maybe you were enchanting me too, that everything that happened was just part of your desires reflected in the magic. Agatha knew how to use my uncertainties against me when I confronted her, wishing to end our partner because I didn't want you to get hurt."

Wanda's gaze softens, and when your hand reaches for her cheek, she doesn't pull away.

You smile, "But I didn't have to worry. You totally kicked her ass."

Wanda moves her hand up to your wrist. "You could have told me." She whispers. "Or at least allowed me to take a look."

You smile in a corner, bringing your other hand to her cheek and enjoying the way Wanda leans into your touch.

"Haven't you ever heard the saying that we should only share our thoughts with our spouses?" You tease, rubbing your nose against hers and Wanda chuckles softly, sighing when your lips touch hers.

The kiss is tender, full of longing. And before she can deepen it, you break off, taking a deep breath with your forehead pressed against hers.

"You've got the book." You gasp softly, feeling the magical aura now. Wanda frowns softly, pulling her face away just to look at you.

"Do you know it?"

Her question makes you hesitate. But you force a smile and nod. Wanda catches every reaction, and proceeds to add:

"It is my only way to understand what I am."

You swallow dryly, your hands caressing her cheeks.

"Just promise me that no matter what the book shows you, you will remember that I am here. You're not alone."

Wanda doesn't understand at first, a mixed expression of confusion and curiosity fills her face. But she nods, and breaks the distance, whispering I promise between kisses.

You both stumble into the bedroom, and the darkhold is left somewhere in the dining hall.

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(Yes I'm reusing this image too busy to doodle a new one :''( life has been super crazy as of late ) Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil Rated: E F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader Also read it on my Ao3 here Previous Vol. : The Assistant

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Sleeping was difficult that night, you tossed and turned until your body was too exhausted and you passed out, when morning came you reached out expecting to touch your Cardinal's sweet face but found only cold sheets, the confusion it hit you before your memory did. “Ah.. the tour,” you thought out loud with your hand still on the sheets.

Your Cardinal would be lying beside you, waking up to him you would crease his cheek and get a genuine smile from him, a smile you missed already. Grabbing your phone and tapping in the security pin, the envelope icon had a 1 on it.

Copia: Goodnight Cara Mia <3, call me when you get up

You smiled looking at the message the little heart he typed out made you giggle as you pressed the call button on his name, it rang a few times before he picked up. "Dolcezza, good morning!." He greeted putting a smile on your face as you sat up in bed leaning against the headboard. "Morning Caro, how did you sleep?." You heard Copia groan. "Without you by my side, horrible I used to be able to wake up to an empty bed and not think anything of it, and now? it is the worst feeling in the world." You couldn't help but chuckle at the dramatic tone of his voice her hand cupped over your face to keep any noise from escaping. "Well it's only for a few months Copia, remember-" "Cara" He interrupted "If you are, going to say 'absence makes the heart grow fonder please Mountain has already given me the entire lecture about it, no wonder he is Primo's favorite ghoul."

A smile came to Copia's face as he heard you laugh on the other end ahh what a laugh you had he could listen to it for hours, there was a moment of silence the Cardinal swallowing hard trying to decide if now was the right time to say those three little words to you, he shouldn't be this nervous about it he'd already slept with you several times. Copia opened his mouth to speak however Rain appeared in the doorway his thumb pointing over his shoulder. "Ah, dolcezza, I need to go and get started first concert is in a few days." "I know." You replied swinging your legs over the side of the bed and getting up. "I need to get my butt up too." At that moment there was a quick rapid knock on your door as one of your siblings of sin stuck her head into your and Copia's dorm room as you and Copia said your goodbyes. "Come quick!, Sister Gemma has gone into labor!."

You stared at the sister in shock. "But" You started. "She isn't due until next month." This made you get up quicker throwing on her habit, instead of brushing your hair you shoved it into the hat there was always time to brush it later. The closer you got to the infirmary the more siblings of sin and ghouls alike littered the hallway, pushing one of the shorter ghouls aside.

"Sorry, Lenti!." You called back finally pushing the door open and heading down the hall. "Sorella." Came Primo's worried voice taking your hands in his. "We were in the garden when the pain started." "Has her water broke?" you watched as Primo stared at you blankly. "I'm not sure, I do not remember Sorella" You knew he was worried and some information could have escaped his mind especially with everything moving so fast and his fear of losing a second wife.

You heard Gemma call for him it took you aback for a moment to hear her like that, fearful, fearful was one thing you would never classify Gemma as. Primo had let go of your hands and rushed to Gemma's side. "Mi amore, do not worry everything will be okay." "I hope ah!- so caro." You watched them for a moment and wondered.. if one day that would be you and Copia, shoving the thought aside you stepped into the room. "Gemma how close are the contractions?" Before Gemma could answer you heard Sister Imperator behind you. "They are close now, if you would please step out into the hall." You wanted to argue about staying there, however, Lenti was already tugging you out of the room to stand with the rest of the ghouls, ghoulettes, and siblings of sin. The heavy doors kept Gemma's cries at bay, time seemed to stand still as you worked your way to the outer edge of the group squeezing out of the crowd.

"You!." You heard a voice yell out and before you knew it you were tackled to the ground and with weight sitting on your stomach the air had been knocked out of you. "Divine!." You heard Alpha's voice as he picked the ghoulette up off of you the blond giving a nervous laugh, meanwhile, Terzo and Omega helped you sit up you were about to thank them but only glared at Terzo.

"Yes, yes I know I was a dickhead, look I've already called and apologized to him, as much as I didn't want to-" "He felt awful after the fight, he didn't even do his skin routine or bubble bath" Omega butted in, thankfully the young Emeritus had worn his paint or else you would have seen his cheeks go red. "Shhhh! Omega!." He spluttered "What? it's not like it's a secret" You mustered out a small laugh looking up as Alpha walked over still holding Divine by the back of her top, like a cat that had been caught. "What do we say Divine?" the ghoulette hissed only to get shaken slightly. "Okay! okay!." The female huffed.

"I'm sorry for tackling you, I saw you and got too excited- now put me down Alpha!!." The Ghoul opened his hand dropping the girl who landed on the floor with a thud. "Ow! you motherfu-" She started but huffed making her way to Terzo on all fours taking a seat by him and Omega grumbling. "I see she's still pretty feral." "We're working on it." Alpha shrugged before asking. "Any news on the baby yet?." You shook your head. "Nope, Sister Imperator had Lenti pull me from the room, I think she's pushing right now."

"She pushed you from the room? the old witch" Terzo grumbled running his hand through his hair in annoyance. "She better be kind to my niece or nephew" Terzo hissed quietly.

It felt like forever until the door finally opened and Sister Imperator stepped out. "It's a girl." She announced to the waiting crowd Primo being the next to step out of the room holding the baby girl wrapped in a yellow blanket. "Alessia Anna Emeritus." He announced blinking as several of the crowd members were pushed aside Terzo forced his way to the front his eyes having a shine to them. "Fratello, she is beautiful" He spoke his voice a whisper as those tiny mismatched eyes looked up at her father and uncles her little head was covered in soft blond hair. "How is Gemma?." You asked as you made it through the crowd Omega, Alpha, and Divine having acted as bodyguards.

"She is doing well, come" Primo spoke as he turned allowing you and the others to walk in the older Emeritus considering you part of the family now. Gemma looked up from her place on the bed. "Sister, there you are." She held her arms up allowing you to hug her Terzo was next followed by the two ghouls before Alessia was handed back to her mother.

"They said she was early but strong with everything fully developed." Gemma smiled as Alessia's little hand took hold of her finger, you turned your attention hearing the door open only to see Secondo standing there he looked surprised or maybe shocked?, to see you there, you couldn't pinpoint it.

Saying your goodbyes you headed out of the room so the brothers could marvel over their new niece, thankfully the crowd outside had departed making it easy for you to be on your way. Time seemed to slow down and you hated it, you hated going to bed alone at night sure Copia and you would talk for a few hours until you both eventually fell asleep while still on video call there were a few times you woke up seeing him fast asleep you had learned a few things from this: One Copia was a heavy sleeper. Two he sometimes talked in his sleep. And three he sometimes passed gas in his sleep, the first time you heard it, it sent you into a fit of laughter that woke the poor man up out of a dead sleep. When he asked what was so funny you spared him any humiliation and simply said that Bisscoti had done something funny, from then on if it happened again you always muted your side to laugh or giggle.

Two months in and time started moving faster, thankfully mostly because you were watching little Alessia, rather watching Primo gush over his bundle of joy you had to remind the eldest Emeritus to take his medications and of his appointments with the abbey's doctors. You watched as Primo gave his daughters' belly a raspberry which made the youth squeal in laughter, feeling your phone buzz before ringing the screen and flashing Copia's name you waved to the two happy new parents before taking your leave and answering.

"Hey babe." You answered giggling as you heard a wheeze of surprise on the other end. "Hello sorella, how are you?." Your Cardinal asked once the camera had been turned on allowing you both to see each other, you swore he grew more and more handsome each day. "I'm good, missing you, you have what, one or two more shows before you return, yeah?." "Si, and non too soon." "Oh?, trouble in paradise?." "I wouldn't say trouble more like ehhh.." He rolled his wrist looking for the right words to say. "Getting the ghouls and ghoulettes to listen to me, especially Omega and Alpha but enough about work how is la mia nipotina doing?"

You stared at him for a moment. "My little niece." He respoke as you gave a thankful look. "She's doing well, a little small, other than that she's in perfect health." "Does she have the ehh, eye?."

"Yeah she does, it's so weird, seeing a tiny set of eyes like that makes me wonder if there are any baby pictures of you lying around." You laughed as you heard Copia wheeze a 'no'. You laughed while heading back to the dorm, flopping onto the bed while holding the phone above you.

Copia watched as you flopped down onto the bed seeing your gorgeous hair fanned out and the way the blankets hugged you... his mind started wandering, wandering right down into the gutter it had been too long since he had pleased himself, so long that seeing you sprawled out on the bed made him stand at attention. Copia was mentally thanking Lucifer and the infernal princes that he had remembered to lock his bunk door for some privacy.

"Ahh, cara mia the things you do to me." He whispered which put a smile on your face as you rolled over onto your belly the phone held out in front of you. "Oh?, and what do I do to you?, my Cardinal?." You watched as his face turned a soft shade of red.

"W-Well I-I that- that is uh... um.. eh... that- you see ehh..." He was flustered and you loved it. "Well?." Your voice took on a flirtatious tone. You watched as he smirked feeling the rare boost of confidence. "How about I show you, eh?." Now it was your turn to turn red as you heard the rustling of clothes and a zipper and with the turn of the phone, you were face to face with his cock standing erect and proud. Copia's leather-dressed fingers came into the frame to stroke at himself slowly. You watched biting your bottom lip as you felt a tingle between your legs watching, listening to his breathing grow deep.

"I see you miss me quite a bit hm?." You giggled lifting your hips from the bed and rolling them feeling yourself starting to grow moist. You had almost forgotten how good it felt when he was inside of you, how good it felt while your Cardinal slammed into you hitting all the right spots while he had you on your hands and knees taking you from behind.

"More than you know tesoro." You watched as his hand pulled away his cock throbbing, you watched it bounce with each pulse. Biting your lip you looked around as if to make sure no one was looking at your screen in your own damn room.

"You know- letting it go like that isn't good." You whispered. "Perhaps you should take care of it mio caro." You rolled your r and you swore you saw his cock bounce harder. "Si, si dolcezza" You heard your Cardinal gasp as he took a firm hold of his cock starting to stroke his erect member soft moans passed his lips, moans that went right to your core making your slick walls throb and grow slicker, they gave a harder throb as you heard him groan your name. "Fuck that's hot." You wheezed out in a whisper.

"Bellezza, what I wouldn't give to have you here with me right now bouncing on my lap, to be deep- so deep inside you." Copia panted out.

"Oh fuck, yes Copia." The words came out in a hushed gasp of a whisper, they seemed to just spill out on their own as your hand snaked down between your legs slipping past your panties and feeling your moist lips. "Sweet Lucifer, I'm so wet."

You breathed you felt a slight wave of embarrassment however the feeling was pushed away as you sank two fingers into your cunt making yourself gasp his name, before you knew it you both were masturbating listening to one another, the phone had been moved so you both could also see each other while your hands went to work. "Fuck, cara I want you, I want you so fucking bad." Copia breathed as his hand pumped his leaky cock, beads of precum had welled and started to spill giving his erection a soft shine.

"Ragazza birichina... I can hear your wet cunt from here." Copia breathed making you clamp around your fingers. "Oh fuck, C-Copia-." You panted as you thrust your fingers in and out of yourself faster. "I want you here in me so fucking bad." You whined your back arching into the huge mound of pillows.

"Ohh.. you have no idea how much I wish I was there." Copia breathed. "Amore I'm close."

"Hold it baby, just a little longer wait for me." You gasped as your second hand joined in rolling your clit, as good as it was it couldn't compare to the feeling of Copia's hands on you. Your mind trying to trick yourself into thinking it and surprisingly it works bringing you closer to your peak. "Cara-." Copia started but you cut him off.

"Now, now, oh fuck- now! oh baby I'm cumming I'm cumming!." You moaned as you felt the pressure snap in your pelvis it felt as if your blood rushed from top to bottom and back while your cunt squeezed your fingers. Copia had sped his hand up until his balls finally contracted as he released. His head was thrown back as thick streams of cum splurted from his cock splattering onto the camera, you could only hear a faint breathless 'ah shit' as your body was starting to come down from its high falling back onto the bed.

It took a few minutes before you finally had enough energy to get up and clean your mess, Copia doing the same on the other end wiping his phone clean. Afterwards, you lay in bed with a pillow propping your phone up next to you as you both continued to talk into the night feeling even more in love as you said your goodnights and blew a kiss at the screen. You were settling down for bed when you heard a knock at your door, mumbling you dragged yourself from the bed to answer it finding Emilia at your doorstep, your brow arching.

"Mi dispiace, sorella, for coming to you so late but you are the only one I could think to ask." "What is it Emilia? and it's okay." "Mi dispiace, but do you- umm." Her pale face grew red as her dark eyes looked away, she looked kind of cute that way almost too innocent to be in the church of Lucifer. "Do I?." "DoyouhaveanyextracondomsIcoulduse?." She said quickly her voice hushed, there was silence for a moment while you both stared at each other before you laughed which made her face redder. "Yeah yeah I do, come on in." You waved your fellow sister of sin into your dorm room while you vanished into your room grabbing the box from the nightstand and popping it open pulling a line of the foil packages out.

Folding them you headed back to the living room where Emilia was still standing her face still red with blush. "Here you go." You handed them to her as she gave a thankful smile. "Grazie." "No prob and don't think there is any bad blood between us just because you're with Secondo okay?." Emilia stared at you as if you had read her mind and seen right through her fears, you watched as her hazel eyes welled a little. "Grazie, grazie sister." She spoke smiling as you hugged her.

"Now go, rock his world sis." You snickered as Emilia squeaked at your words, one final hug and she was off to nail the man of her dreams, you couldn't help but feel a little jealous that she could go right to her lovers' room and be with him while yours was miles and miles away. Your final thought that night was if this was how Gemma felt when Primo was on tour during his era as Papa, if she could get through it then hell you could too!. Tag list: Please message me and tell me if you would like to be tagged! @thesoundresoundsecho @xpapaemeritus @copiasprincipessa

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 1 year

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Chapter 5 ~ Version 1: Bleeding out

Hidden Depths AU

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AU of AU (V.2 Game Over)

Genre: Fantasy whump

CWs: This one's also a dead dove. Specifically for gore and character death (whumper), but we also have all these other lovely things: noncon nudity, noncon touch, captivity, creepy/intimate whumper, lady whump, forced to watch, restraints, muzzled/gagged whumpee, knife whump, stabbing, lots of blood, shoulder dislocation, attempted rape/rape- could be viewed either way (not explicit), slit throat, amputation(s)- say goodbye to an important male appendage and a hand Marcus >:), gutted, more blood, all the blood, soooo much blood, uh, choking (on said appendage), asphyxiation, doing whatever it takes to get free of restraints :D

WC: 1748

Taglist: @kixngiggles

A/N: My first post of the new year, and it features a mutilated corpse. Sweet! :D

As a reward for enduring the game over version of this chapter, I present to you this wonderfully gory mess-enjoy!

Resh

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. From the moment Marcus attacked Carr after she broke his nose to now, with Carr crumpled on the floor a few inches in front of Resh. With a fucking knife handle sticking out of her back.

Resh blinked, hoping he was hallucinating. Unfortunately, it seemed he was not. The pain in his shoulders was very real, as was the motionless figure of the girl he… gods, the girl he loved… fuck. Fuck!

“Carr, get up,” he begged. Tears slipped down his cheeks when she still didn’t move. The fractures in his heart cracked open a little wider. Gods, no, she couldn’t be dead, she couldn’t be... “Please, Carr, you have to get up. Get up, get up, get up.”

“Fucking pits, I thought you’d never stop. If I’d known, I’d’ve just stabbed you to begin with,” Marcus said, swiping his sleeve across his nose. He leaned over and plucked the knife from Carr’s body, resheathing it at his waist.

She didn’t so much as twitch, even though blood pooled in the hole left behind before spilling down her side. Godsdamn, half her body was coated in fresh and dried blood; how much did she have left to lose?

When Marcus stared down at her body, Resh hoped he was finished with her. That he would finally turn his attention to Resh and give Carr some room to recover. Because she wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be dead.

Marcus didn’t do that, though. Because why would he when he could be a sadistic bastard? Instead, he smirked and delivered a vicious kick to Carr’s side. She curled around herself, which was at least a sign of life.

If she cried out, Resh couldn’t hear it through the muzzle.

Resh wanted to scream for her, but he held it in. Barely. He yanked against the chains instead, just to feel the strain on his shoulders, the metal cutting into his wrists. He deserved the pain. It should be him lying on the floor half-dead, not her. She should’ve left him behind, escaped, but she hadn’t. And now Resh could do nothing.

He was so close; if even one hand had been free, he could’ve touched her. Instead, he was reduced to begging. Useless fucking begging, which Marcus ignored like he had every other word Resh had uttered.

Marcus kicked Carr again, flipping her onto her back. He straddled her hips. Pinned her hands above her head.

Her whole body stiffened. The faint whimper she released, along with the tears trickling down her temple into her hair, stabbed deep into Resh’s already fractured heart.

“Carr, I’m here,” Resh said brokenly. A weight descended on him, seeming to crush his chest and stall his breath in his lungs as Marcus reached down to loosen the ties on his pants. “I’m here, I’m here.”

She went limp at the sound of his voice, and Marcus laughed.

“How sweet,” Marcus said. “Your lover is here for you, to watch you get fucked by another, better man. How do you feel about that, Carr? Oh wait, I don’t care.” He raised his hips slightly to adjust himself.

Carr immediately took advantage of the lack of weight pinning her down, the leverage Marcus conveniently provided by pinning her wrists. Resh had no clue how, but somehow she pulled her body back enough to get her knee up. She slammed it into Marcus’ groin.

Marcus reared back, a high-pitched squeak emerging from his lips.

Now that her hands were free, Carr wriggled, trying to pull away. But before she could get far, Marcus unsheathed the dagger at his waist and plunged it through Carr’s shoulder, pinning her to the floor.

“No!” Resh shouted, shuddering as the knife tip scraped against stone. Something broke apart inside him at the sound of her muffled scream.

“Bitch,” Marcus growled, grabbing her hair to slam her head against the stone. Again and again, until her body went limp.

Resh could barely see through his tears. He would give anything for this not to be happening. Would trade places with her in a heartbeat. But when Carr’s dazed eyes met his, he forced himself to blink them away. All he could do was give her some kind of anchor while Marcus climbed back up her battered and bruised body.

Resh spoke to her, but he didn’t understand the words coming from his own mouth. He pulled and tugged against his chains, trying to slip his hands through the manacles. His skin tore, and more blood dripped down his arms. There was a pop and flare of red-hot pain in his right shoulder. He barely felt any of it.

He deserved it, for failing to get her out. For not being able to help.

For allowing this to happen.

For, for…

A waterfall of red splattered across Carr’s chest.

Resh blinked.

Carr wasn’t laying on the ground anymore. Marcus was.

Marcus was lying on the ground, clutching at his throat. Droplets of crimson seeped out from between his fingers.

Had she… had Carr ripped the dagger from her own shoulder? She must have. Resh sagged in his chains, trying to catch up mentally.

But he couldn’t catch up because Carr was on Marcus now, and he was suddenly minus an appendage. His scream was garbled as he choked on his own blood.

Well, not for long. Soon he was choking on something else, a piece of himself that was shoved down his throat, exactly as Carr had promised.

Despite her injuries–probably in spite of them, knowing Carr–she moved fucking fast. Resh imagined that Marcus wouldn’t live much longer with a slit throat, never mind the blood soaking through his breeches. But she clearly wasn’t done with him yet.

Resh felt a savage satisfaction that she wanted to inflict as much suffering on the prince as possible before he choked to death on his own blood. Err, dick. Before he choked to death on his own dick. Resh swallowed back the hysterical laugh that tried to break free.

Almost faster than he could follow, she moved on. Carr pried Marcus’ right hand away from his throat and pinned it to his stomach, driving the dagger through his wrist.

Marcus writhed, a disturbing wet whistle emerging from his throat with his groans while Carr quickly sawed through the joint. When she was done, she took his severed hand and shoved it inside his pants.

Resh would’ve cringed at the statement she was making, but he was so angry and heartbroken that he would’ve helped her do it if he wasn’t chained to the godsdamned fucking wall.

Then she gutted him. Ripped out his fucking insides and threw them over his face. The wet slap of pink, glistening intestine hitting the stone by Marcus’ head was…

Holy fuck. Resh wasn’t sure his eyes could get any wider. He could only imagine what Carr would say if she wasn’t muzzled.

Fuckin’ promised I would do this, didn’t I. Should’ve listened, but you’re a dumb fuck with nothin’ but shit for brains. Your loss.

Actually, Resh was pretty sure her language would be more inventive than that, but that was the best his traumatized mind could come up with at the moment.

He smiled when he realized Marcus wasn’t screaming anymore. Marcus’ body spasmed in increasingly weak motions while the stone beneath him greedily drank his blood, the bright red becoming nothing more than a rusty stain that spread in an ever-widening circle.

The next length of gut Carr threw knocked Marcus’ limp hand from his torn throat. His wide, sightless eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and what could be seen of his face was frozen in a horrified grimace. The whole thing couldn’t have taken much more than a minute, but holy gods, had it been a satisfying death to witness.

Carr reached the end of her excavation and hunched over Marcus' body, painted in blood from head to toe. Her shoulders shook.

“Carr,” Resh attempted, but his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again, blinking back tears. “Carr, you did good. It’s over. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Slowly, she looked up at him. Her hazel eyes appeared shockingly green within the red mask that covered her face.

“Does he have the key, Carr? I need to take care of you, but I can’t unless…”

Achingly slowly, looking on the verge of collapse at any second, Carr searched Marcus’ mutilated body. She pulled out a tiny silver key, barely visible in her shaking hand when she held it up to show him.

“Good! That’s good, Carr,” Resh said. It felt like he was coaxing her, which thoroughly disgusted him, but she was clearly in shock. He needed to keep her moving. If she collapsed, she could very well die of blood loss before anyone ever found them. Someone finding them would be another disaster in itself, but one he could worry about later. For now…

“Can you bring it over?” Gods, he hated asking her to move, but she was out of reach, several handspans from where he kneeled. And he was fucking helpless. Helpless to help her when she most needed it.

She did as he asked. Tears fell down her face while she dragged herself over to him, leaving trails of pink in the drying blood coating her. They were eerily similar to the rusty blood stains that sank into the stone behind her.

Resh couldn’t tell if the tears were from pain or something else. Either way, they shattered what was left of his heart.

It wasn’t until she reached him that Resh realized she was still holding the dagger. She rested her head on his thighs and brought the dagger to her cheek.

“Carr, no, stop. What are you doing?” Resh asked, frantic when she began to saw at the vines that made up the muzzle. “I can help when I’m free… stop it, Carr!”

She was slicing into her cheek along with the vine, but she didn’t seem to notice. And this time, she didn’t listen. Fresh crimson trickled over the dried, flaking blood coating her cheek.

The vine eventually snapped, and the dagger fell to the floor. Carr peeled the remnants off her face and pried the strip of fabric from her mouth. When she was done, she curled around Resh’s legs and closed her eyes.

And no amount of coaxing from him could get her to move again.

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Next day...

Andres and Izzi were checking to see how the weather was going to be like today, since they had a special project they wanted to get start on today since Conrad was spending the next few days with his best friend who returned from visiting family. An: "doesn't seem to bad right?" Izzi humed "Mmmm i mean so far we are seeing everywhere but here." While they were trying to be patient and wait to see the actual forecast of today. Alma was getting ready for a girls day with her daughter.

A: "little bear i dont know about this... i mean don't you think i am OVER dressed?" J: "excuse me ? ABSOLUTELY NOT! you look absolutely stunning! and ill prove it come on. " A: "what are you planning...." J: "just come on.." Juju lead her mouth out of the master bedroom and towards the noise of the tv in the living room. Both Andres and Izzi were discussing the idea of the project. I: "oh fuck yeah, put a rocketship on it somewhere. damn this kid is lucky" Izzi laughed and shook their head while andres wiggled a bit at finally after weeks of weird weather to finally get a good couple of days of sunshine.

An: "you up for the challenge future new member of the Becker wagon?" Izzi laughed "Oh absolutely i love building shit." An: "my daughter knows how to pick em." J: "speaking of daughter knows how to pick him TA DAAAAA!"

Andres and Izzi both looked over their shoulder, only for Andres to fully turn and examine the beauty that was in front of him. An: ".........." A: "our daughter is being overally dramatic, its not a big deal." Izzi raised a brow and juju let out a loud groan ready to say something but Andres cut everyone off. An: "not a big deal my ass." Andres grabs Alma and pulls her close to him, the height difference between them always seemed to effect Alma, something about it always had her feeling safe. Her breath hitched at Andres hands caressing along her lower back leaning down to keep their eye contact in tact.

An: "dont ever say that when you look absolutely beautiful. you always do.. but yet you keep surprising me even after 25 years of marriage."

Juju giggled and wiggled her brows at Izzi who just stared at her with a smirk I: "so pleased with yourself aren't you." J: "oh absolutely.. i mean look at them.. i think i just made my dad fall in love all over again."

Alma couldnt get a word out the gaze of Andres eyes had her lost, humming when he turned them and attempted to pin her to the wall. A: "maybe i should dress up more often... if this is the kind of reaction i get..." Andres huffed "Woman you can wear my sweat pants and a stained shirt and i would still feel this way about you. i am very tempted on saying you are not going anywhere.. but..." J: " NOPE IM TAKING MOM OUT!" Alma chuckled and gave andres a sweet kiss on the lips. "our little bear has spoken." J: "i have." An: "shhh ! go say goodbye to izzi." Juju chuckled and rolled her eyes skipping over to Izzi with a bright smile and planting a kiss on their lips. "don't work to hard okay? and don't forget to stay hydrated. also dont miss me to muchhh that the big one!"

I: "and you try not to get yourself and your mother in trouble now." Juju chuckled and gave izzi one more quick kiss. "no promises my love."

I: "well if you do, its fine i have your location." A: "and Andres has mine correct?" An: "mmmm... what ? oh yeah i do.. damn.."

A: "we can revisit that later.." she giggled and gave him a wink. juju groaned lightly "mom ew.."

A: "oh hush we are all adults here, and you should be happy your parents are still this active." J: "oh.. my god..." Izzi laughed and shook their head "yeah baby be happy, that's what you get to look forward too."

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September 29, 2019: I really liked living with you

(previous play)

You can find more information about the authors, translators, content warning and additional information about the plays in the pinned post on our blog.

Attention! This play includes transgender topics. For more details see our interjection.

Sunday, 12:53 pm:

Hans: has decided to cook really elaborately again today and has been standing in the kitchen for an hour already has said his goodbyes to Matteo and David, who wanted to go by Carlos and Abdi’s new apartment, because Matteo has left his keys there yesterday, and has greeted Linn, who has spent the weekend at her parents’ house has also learned from her that Laura has spent the weekend at a friend’s house, but that she’s also planning on coming back again today was on his own in the kitchen again after Linn has told him that she has to take a shower first and that she then has to take care of Nepomuk when he hears the apartment door open again calls toward the hallway That was fast… admit it: you two just wanted to eat my food and hurried just because of it… but I have to disappoint you guys: This will take at least 2 more hours…

Laura: has spent the weekend at her friend’s and can see many things a lot clearer now hopes that David is home so that she can immediately clear things up but first hears Hans when she comes into the apartment comes around the corner and stops in the doorframe I’m just one person but if you have some food to share… grins slightly But it definitely smells good… everything good with you?

Hans: looks confused at first, but then grins when Laura appears in the door As if I had a hunch that today that all my sheep would be present again, I indeed planned to make food for all of you guys… Michi will also come over later… so, if you’re very hungry you’re welcome to keep us company! puts the roast into the oven, sets the alarm on his phone and nods a little absentmindedly at her question then looks up at her and smiles With me, yes. then looks at her scrutinizingly and asks tellingly And what about you? reaches for his wine glass, takes a sip and then sits down on a stool Was there a reason that Linn was the only one who knew where you hauled up at this weekend? I mean… it’s not like I always /have/ to know everything… what you guys are up to, where you’re at… but I always do feel much better /when/ I know everything!

Laura: smiles slightly Well, but that sounds great… I’ll just see… then laughs slightly when he says that he likes knowing everything briefly considers if she should tell him but then thinks that he and David get along well, anyways, and that David trusts him I had a fight with David and needed some distance… shrugs one shoulder But now I’d like to talk to him… is he home?

Hans: frowns when Laura tells him that she had a fight with David and looks at her in shock Okay, /that/ is also news to me! Doesn’t anyone trust me anymore? Seriously… when was that? And what about? then shakes his head No, he isn’t home. Matteo, the scatterbrain, left his keys at Carlos’ and Abdi’s apartment yesterday after the move… the two of them left to quickly get it. But they didn’t want to stay for long… but you know how it is… then you spend some time chatting or there’s still beer left from yesterday or you get roped in to carry or set up something… although I guess David can’t do the latter… then realizes something Haaaang on! If you fought then you surely don’t even know that he went to the hospital on Friday evening, right? Or was your fight only on Saturday?!

Laura: smiles slightly when Hans asks like that Do you always tell us about it when you have a fight? but then shakes her head It was only some sibling stuff… then hears that Matteo forgot his keys and laughs And a key is very heavy, you need two people to carry it… sees Hans’ skeptical look No, no, that’s not what it was about… it’s cute how inseparable they are. then looks at him in shock when he tells her that David went to the hospital and is immediately worried What? Hospital? What for? What happened? Is everything okay again? He’s back again so it has to be… but… then slowly shakes her head and says quietly I didn’t know that…

Hans: grins slightly and crosses his legs Laura, honey, of course! If I ever fight, which happens very rarely, then of course I talk about it! On my search for allies! then tilts his head Although if I think about it… it’s probably a good thing that I didn’t know about your fight. I wouldn’t have known whose side to be on… that would have turned into a moral conflict, oh dear… and you want to make up again anyways, right? So everything turned out well for me, after all… then frowns at Laura’s words about the key and wonders if David and Laura fought because of Matteo, which would cause even more of a conflict for him but then hears that it wasn’t about that and sighs in relief Exactly! Very cute, inseparable, poster couple! looks a little worried when she’s so shocked about the news and immediately holds up both hands Hey… don’t worry… everything’s good… not completely okay again but I think on the best way to get there… something about the hysterectomy… don’t ask me about details - they weren’t particularly informative about that…

Laura: exhales audibly when Hans says that everything is alright Okay, good… I… I’ll go to my room and text him… well, if they don’t come back home in a minute anyways… see you later… smiles at Hans again and then quickly disappears to her room first kicks her shoes off and then sits down on her tiny armchair pulls her phone out and was just about to text David when she hears the door in the hallway hears quiet voices and then Hans talking louder: “Yes, Laura is here, she’s in her room…” therefore puts the phone away again and waits to see if David comes to her

David: he and Matteo went to Abdi and Carlos’ apartment to pick up the key, where Abdi’s and Carlos’ fathers were in the process of putting up the kitchen cabinets, which involved a lot of swearing, but quickly left again because they didn’t want to interrupt on the way back to the flatshare, he and Matteo talked about the fact that he hopes that Laura will show up again today and that he’s planning on texting her otherwise, so that they can finally clear up that fight then unlocks the door upstairs, takes his shoes off in the hallway and gets informed by Hans that Laura is back and that the food will be ready in about 2 hours and that they’re welcome to eat with him looks at Matteo and murmurs quietly I think I’ll just get it over with now… hugs Matteo again, gets a kiss and the assurance that he just has to call out for him if he needs support, and then goes to Laura’s room briefly collects himself and then knocks waits for her okay and then sticks his head through the door Hey… looks at her scrutinizingly to see if she’s still mad or if she’s ready to talk

Laura: hears the knock and is quite glad that he comes to her and considers this a good sign Yes? then sees him looking inside the room Well, come on in… points to the bed and waits for him to sit down feels somehow weird because she doesn’t know how to start isn’t really used to that with David We have to talk… it can’t go on like that, can it?

David: smiles slightly when Laura asks him in and sits down on her bed cross-legged thinks about where to start and how best to go at it and feels weird and a little uncertain hears her words, looks at her and nods then shakes his head and sighs quietly Noooo, it can’t go on like that… briefly closes his eyes and then just starts I did some thinking… and I know that you did a lot for me. And I’m really grateful to you for that. For giving me the opportunity to put Lychen behind me and to have a fresh start here… and that you supported me so much. Without you, all of this would have been much more difficult. pauses briefly and slightly presses his lips together But lately, I feel like you feel responsible for me in a way that doesn’t do either of us any good… do you understand?

Laura: listens to him and nods slowly remembers what her friend said, that David has managed to do a lot of things by himself, and that he surely doesn’t want to be patronized therefore nods slowly I understand that… and I’m sorry if it seemed as if you are a burden to me or anything… you’re not. I was… hesitates slightly I think I was hurt because to me it seemed as if I would no longer be important to you… I helped you gain a footing here and now you no longer need me. looks at him I don’t want to be your mother, David. But I want to be allowed to worry about you… Hans told me that you went to the hospital, but everything is okay?

David: sees her nod and thinks that it’s already a good sign then hears her say that he’s not a burden and smiles slightly because he’s simply relieved that she doesn’t see it that way immediately shakes his head when she says that she felt like she was no longer important No… but then lets her finish first and adds I’ll always need you, Laura! You are my sister! And if it seemed as if it was different now, then I’m sorry… that I now also have Matteo and the others doesn’t mean that you’re no longer important to me. I want… hesitates briefly, but then says it, after all I don’t want to be patronized. Your opinion is important to me, really… but I can and want to still be allowed to make my own decisions. then hears her say that she doesn’t want to be his mother, smiles again slightly and immediately nods at her words about worrying And you are allowed to do that… I also worry about you… if you’re acting so weirdly then I also wonder what’s going on with you and if there’s anything I can do… then hears that Hans has told her about the hospital, takes a deep breath and nods Yes, everything’s okay… I… felt some pain in my lower abdomen and was bleeding again… and I… we were pretty scared that something could be wrong… but apparently the stitches are dissolving and that can lead to bleeding… but it’s almost completely gone again, thank God. And I could go back to the flatshare again with Matteo immediately. Alex drove us. briefly lowers his gaze and adds quietly I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you… but I didn’t know… no idea, we had this fight and I was angry and I thought you’re probably also angry… and so… everything was okay. If that hadn’t been the case, then I would have reached out to you…

Laura: is happy to hear that he still needs her almost has to smile when he says pretty much the same thing that Inga said nods slightly I know… but then lets him continue talking first takes a deep breath at the end I’m happy that everything is okay… and that the stitches are dissolving, that’s actually a good thing, right? One more step toward healing. pushes her hair behind her ear and looks at him And of course you can make your own decisions. And I’m really happy that you have Matteo now and all the other great people that you like and who like you and who help you. It’s just… an adjustment somehow? shrugs one shoulder I think, well… had already thought about it in advance and now considers how to word it Maybe we need a few new agreements? That we don’t just share the organizational stuff, for example… I feel like lately all we spoke about was the apartment situation and money… when was the last time we just spent time with each other?

David: nods when she asks about the stitches and smiles slightly Yes, definitely! then smiles broadly when she says that she’s happy that he has Matteo and the others and nods immediately when she says that she has to adjust hesitates briefly and then says Yes, definitely… but, the fact that you had to be there for me like that isn’t really healthy either, right? I mean, you’re 23… you also have your own life… you shouldn’t have to constantly take me into consideration… you should also… no idea, just life for a change? then nods vigorously at her words about agreements and spending time with each other That’s exactly what I mean… I also miss it that we just talk… about our everyday life and maybe also about problems… but definitely not only about money and organization and such… then adds a little quieter I would like to separate that in the future. Sure, if you need my help, then I’m here and I’ll surely also need your advice often… but maybe it’s really better if for now, everyone concentrates on their own organizational things… so that we can go back to being normal brother and sister…

Laura: nods slightly when he says that she’s only 23 and that she should live her life but then also shakes her head You didn’t really stop me from much… you’re not pulling me down or anything like that if that’s what you think… nods Yes, I miss that, too… then hears that he wants to separate this and thinks that it’s a good idea How about we tell Mama that she should transfer the money separately? You get your share, I get mine… then I’ll give Linn my share of the rent and you give yours to Matteo… and when we find a new apartment, then we’ll think about it again? grabs a hair tie from the desk and puts her hair into a ponytail I don’t want to be the one to take care of all of it, or that you think I simply decide all of that or anything…

David: smiles slightly when Laura says that he doesn’t pull her down and murmurs quietly That’s good… smiles even more when she says that she also misses their normal interactions and then nods at her suggestion that their mother should transfer the money separately and humms in agreement has basically already halfway agreed on that with their mother, anyways slightly lowers his gaze when she talks about a new apartment and takes a deep breath hadn’t thought that it would be so difficult for him to tell Laura that he no longer wants to live with her says hesitantly and quietly Or we’ll leave it with the separated transfers? And… now looks at her again, after all I thought about it, Laura… maybe it’s not so good if we move in together again… maybe we should look separately�� to not fall into this rut again… maybe it’s normal for siblings to feel a little more responsible for the other… it’s very likely even… and I’m just afraid that we’ll end up there again… and if we lived separately, then maybe we could treat each other normally again…

Laura: can see that he lowers his gaze and wonders what she said wrong looks at him questioningly when he says that they should leave it at the separated transfers Why? but then already hears what he thought of is really shocked somehow and feels overtaken by that information Oh… okay… hadn’t considered this to be an option before swallows slightly and then says You need space? then nods when she understands that this might really be the simplest solution Okay… maybe… but… well, I really liked living with you. It wasn’t only stress and responsibility and all that… smiles slightly looks at him and then asks That means that you’ll stay living here? With Matteo?

David: feels bad when he sees that Laura seems to be really shocked and thinks about if he should have worded it differently or better then hears her question about distance and immediately and automatically shakes his head No! then hesitates and adds Yes, okay… a little bit… but not to you… well yes… but only for this organizational stuff between us… I don’t want any distance from you as a person, you know? And maybe… well, if we have some physical distance, then maybe the rest will work better again… then we could just normally meet up to have some hot chocolate and we could talk about nice things again… looks at her slightly pleadingly, because he really wants her to understand that it’s nothing against her as a person then smiles slightly and nods at her words I know! I also liked living with you! Really! grins slightly and says carefully, because he doesn’t know if a joke’s already a good idea You weren’t /only/ annoying… then hears her question and looks at her confused What?! No! I’ll look for something for myself… I don’t know yet if for a flatshare or my own apartment…

Laura: nods in understanding and thinks that he actually thought about it quite thoroughly That’s actually a good idea… I just somehow never really thought about it… that’s why I’m a little surprised right now… then grins when he says that she’s not only annoying Yeah, yeah… almost has to laugh when he looks so confused Oh yes, what an absurd idea for you to move in with the guy with whom you spend every minute at your disposal, anyways… how stupid of me. grins slightly and winks at him Have you two really never talked about it?

David: smiles relieved when she says that it’s actually a good idea and says Yes, sure… I had a few days to think about it and to already search a little… and I talked to Mama and told her about it. Well, to ask if she might transfer more money in the beginning in case I only find something that’s more expensive and until I find a job… but for you, the idea is completely new… but I really think that it’s good for both of us. looks confused at first, but then has to grin slightly when Laura is so amused thinks that she’s actually really right and gets a little embarrassed Yes, we did… but never in concrete terms… it was always more like “one day”… and when we visited Bea and she asked us about it, he said that we’re actually quite happy about how we are living now… and when we talked about us moving in here, it was somehow already obvious from the get-go that it will only be temporary…

Laura: nods when he says that he already thought about it hears that he has also already talked to Mama and thinks that he really can take care of things by himself and that now he can also talk about things with their mother Yes, that sounds good… and good that she can also transfer more money… then you don’t have to worry for now… then listens to him when he talks about Matteo and living together was about to mock him more but now gets serious, after all slightly tilts her head Okay, so that’s what /he/ said… and what do you think?

David: nods at her words about money and Mama then sighs quietly when she asks again and plays a little with her duvet Well, I somehow also liked it before… that we had the choice if we wanted to go to our apartment or the flatshare… and I also like it now… but… well, that definitely wouldn’t be a long-term solution… two people in one room is okay… but it’s just barely any privacy with four roommates… and no alternative place to go to, you know? In the past, when it got too full and loud here we just went to our old apartment… and I really also want to be alone with him sometimes…

Laura: listens to him and nods slightly Yes, I can understand that, that’s not everyone’s thing… I mean, I think that I also have my privacy here, but I’m also alone and I don’t mind it thaaat much, I don’t think I’d like to live alone again. then considers whether she should ask why Matteo and David don’t look for their own place, but refrains from asking, after all thinks that the two of them have to find out and decide that for themselves But no matter what, I think that you and the both of you will find the right thing… laughs slightly Then I better start looking for flatshares for myself instead of apartments, huh?

David: nods when she says that she doesn’t mind the flatshare, that she’s also alone and that she has her privacy here thinks that she’d maybe think differently if she were in a relationship says I think if I were alone then I wouldn’t mind so much, either… smiles slightly and nods I think so, too… then grins relieved when she laughs and when he hears her words is happy that she accepts his decision just like that and that she supports it Yes, that definitely sounds like a flatshare is more your thing… grins a little broader You have to thank me for all of that… before that, you didn’t mind living on your own so much…

Laura: laughs when he says that she has to thank him for it Oh yes, definitely… but then shrugs one shoulder But I do think that I’m more the type for flatshares than you are somehow… well, we’ll see where we’ll end up, right? shrugs again Sooner or later you and Matteo will move in together, anyways… grins slightly Then I’ll come back and steal his room!

David: nods when Laura says that they'll see where they’ll end up then laughs quietly and nods Yes, definitely! It’s only a matter of time, I guess… at some point, all of this going back and forth between apartments will be too exhausting for us… then laughs again Another move just to have a cooler room… okay… I’ll definitely tell Matteo that he doesn’t have to worry about someone to take over his room once it’s time… then looks at her, takes a deep breath and feels how glad he is that they could clear this up smiles and says quietly I’m happy… that everything is good again between us…

Laura: also laughs slightly and shrugs her shoulders Oh, I’ll just see where I’ll end up and what the new flatshare will be like… maybe I’ll also feel content there… briefly has to think about Linn and that some distance might also do her some good but then she’s back in the here and now when David smiles so nicely also smiles and gets up I’m also happy… and now come here and let me give you a hug and then get out of here. laughs quietly waits for him to get up and hugs him Oh, by the way, Hans is making a feast for an entire army, you guys will surely be able to get something as well…

David: smiles when Laura says that she’s also happy and then grins slightly when she gets up pfffs when she tells him to get out, but also gets up a little painstakingly and hugs her then grins again when she mentions Hans Yes, well /that’s/ definitely an advantage of a flatshare… when we came back from the hospital on Friday, he made us sandwiches… then laughs quietly Yes, okay… but maybe those are also only the advantages of Hans in particular… then gets a little more serious again and looks at her hesitates when he has to think about how strange she has been lately but then says quietly, after all And if anything should be wrong… well, something you want to talk about or whatever, then I’m here, okay?

Laura: smiles Yes, that sounds like Hans… he’s really very loving and caring. tilts her head slightly when he looks at her like that then has to think of Linn again when she hears his question considers if she should simply tell him that she’s in love and it being unrequited but then thinks that he’s so happy right now and that ultimately, she somehow has to go through this by herself, anyways therefore shakes her head a little but then nods quickly I know that you’re here… thanks… but it’s really nothing, well… nothing where talking would help… just a bit of stress in general, it’ll be okay…

David: looks at her scrutinizingly when she seems to think and then nods hesitantly at her answer smiles slightly and shrugs one shoulder Well, the offer isn’t just for now, but in general… then sighs briefly and can feel once again how relieved he is points his head toward the door and grins slightly Okay… then I’ll get out of here again… see you later… briefly smiles at her again and then goes back to Matteo

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Kamen Rider V3 Finished: January 14, 2023

warning: this is over 3700 words and has pictures so buckle up. you cannot and will not get me to proofread this any more than i already have

Kamen Rider V3 is the show of all time. In case you didn’t know I’ve just decided that I’m going to watch all Showa Kamen Rider in order because when I started watching Kamen Rider I made some kind of joke like “oh, wouldn’t it be funny if I just went back and started from the very beginning?” except I have also never made a joke in my life so had to then proceed to do that and then by the time I finished KR 1971 I was so violently in love with Hongo and entirely charmed by the cheesy 70s kids tv of it all that I just had to keep going. That’s where I’m at mentally. That’s what was in my mind going into the show. A lot happened and a lot changed through the run so I think honestly we’ve gotta be true to the series and talk about it in 3 sections.

PART 1: V3 is invincible! This is the part where all the time we spent with 1971 Rider pays off.

Pictured: a guy about to get his shit rocked

God, what a way to start off. Bringing back the two guys from the previous season and then blowing them up with a nuke in the 2nd episode. It was so special and so charming to have them build the new protagonist themselves? I spent a good 2 months running through 1971 and I was really sad at the thought of having to say goodbye to the boys… but I didn’t have to because they lived on through V3. They also lived on somewhere else. They were fine post-nuke. Good for them!

I had no idea what this show was going to be like going into it. 1971 was so episodic that when they introduced the whole two monsters, two episodes, 26 secrets over the course of 52 episodes hook I was like oh hell yeah, it’s gonna be like the last one but even cooler. They ended up only sticking with that format for the first part but you know what? I liked what I saw while it was happening. I genuinely wouldn’t have been mad if they had just kept going with it. I’m glad they didn’t, but it was a cute little premise. I liked thinking about what special features Hongo and Hayato thought fit to put in him and what could have possibly prompted them to come up with them – because they had to have thought about this before borging Kazami, right? There’s no way they came up with that all on the fly. Not necessarily that they were planning on changing someone else (Hayato may have thought about it in passing, Hongo would be so staunchly opposed that imagining it would probably send him doomspiraling again) but… they could have been planning on making upgrades to themselves. They’re already borged. They’ve gotten themselves into situations before where they did get out of it, but they could have come out of it thinking “wow, this would have been a lot easier if I could, for instance, overclock my body, even at the expense of not being able to transform for 3 hours following,” and then gone and given that power to Kazami when they had the opportunity to. It’s an incredibly sweet concept; it’s like hearing the meaning behind the names parents give their kids, the good traits that they want to pass down to them. It gets me right in the heart. I love thinking about it. I love that V3 is so cute and squishy. I love imagining that Hayato was the one to take the lead on that (he’s a photographer, he’s artistic) while Hongo handled all the more technical stuff. He has both the powers and the dreams of Kamen Riders 1 and 2. It makes me mushy… I had such a good time with ‘71 Rider.

Pictured: proper surgical procedures

Pictured: two guys who had no idea how the shit that ended up working out either

For as cute as V3 is both as a suit and as a concept Kazami is fucking nuts from the get go. He got borged, popped right up off the operating table, pinned a guy to the wall by his throat, and basically went “yeah, I have no idea how strong I am right now, wanna find out together?” He almost let a dude drown. The guy convinced Tachibana to beat him up with a wrecking ball for training purposes. He’s just unhinged in a really fun way especially coming straight off of Hongo, who has maybe the world’s worst case of anxiety. Kazami has really none of that and despite having his family killed in front of him he’s shockingly… well adjusted? Maybe he’s just stuck in the first stage of grief. We’ll touch on this later.

Pictured: your weird uncle who's just down for anything

This section of the show was pure fun. High adrenaline explosions and fights and new abilities and goofy monsters and explosions and Kazami hanging off the side of his motorcycle speeding through the streets while being shot at and uh did I mention explosions? It’s so fucking good. ‘71 Rider was them trying to figure out how to do this show (which was relentlessly charming – I loved seeing them try new things and new effects and get into the groove with the pacing and characterizations and feel of everything going on and by the end of the show you can tell that everyone working on it felt much more confident than they did in the beginning) and the time that they spent getting into that groove made carrying on in a similar fashion pretty seamless. The jank is charming. Tachibana whips as usual. Shigeru was cute; all the kids were, they’re kids and they all seemed to be having a blast being in Kamen Rider. It warms my heart every time I see them. Junko was… there. They did try and introduce what I think was supposed to be a Taki-type character in the Interpol guy (whose name I can’t even remember, sorry king, you were such a non-player in this show) but Kazami is just such a force of nature that he mainly ended up seeming scared and confused and really ended up just in the background kinda standing there awkwardly when anything was going on.

Pictured: world's worst first dates

That’s I think the biggest difference between 1971 and V3 here: because Hongo and Hayato had each other and Taki all as sort of equals and balancers in 1971, when you did get your monster-of-the-week type character building they have each other to bounce off of (i.e. Taki trying to lick poison and Hongo stopping him, the scene when Hongo and Hayato are splitting up after a Double Riders episode on the boat and they both have internal monologues about where they’re at emotionally being borgs) but Kazami doesn’t have anyone to bounce off of and contrast him. He does pretty much everything alone. All the decisions he makes, no matter how off the fucking wall, are his sole responsibility. This begins to compound as time goes on and leads us to…

PART 2: DSM-5 speedrun This is the part where things start to sink in.

Hongo and Hayato come back for a couple episodes! This rules. This is so fun. We get some Double Rider action (I’ve missed this so much; Kazami rules but it’s so fun to see people fighting side by side as equals and it not just being like, Tachibana clubbing a few goons on the nog while Kazami wrecks a monster) and the two boys get to see how Kazami’s doing in action to both check up on him and their handiwork. Kazami seems really happy to have them back fighting with him! Hongo looks phenomenal as usual. Hayato has heels on which is very important to note, thank you. We get a little game of psychic marco polo when Hayato and Hongo get kidnapped and it’s up to Hayato to come find them and rescue them, just like in the last episode of 1971 Rider. It’s so fun. They kick Destron ass together and they laugh and Hongo gets to reconnect with Tachibana and the new rider kids a little. Then they leave, as we always knew they would. And Kazami is left alone again.

Pictured: they are fucking standing

Hongo and Hayato reappearing and leaving again also marks where the cracks in Kazami really start to show.

I mean yeah alright he’s always been a little nuts but at one point I stopped around two thirds of the way through one of the episodes with Hongo and Hayato in them and decided to catalog everything that Kazami had done so far that day. He:

Got exploded in a car crash

Impersonated a man

Got exploded in a car crash again

Transformed upside down

Somehow called his bike down into the Destron surgery chamber

Decided to do donuts in said surgery chamber, terrorizing all the scientists in there (side note: do you think that a certain scientist was in there too?)

This is now a normal day for Kazami. I love this interpretation of why the shift happened but personally I like to think of the tipping point as being when Kazami realized that he was having way more fun fighting alongside two people who were like him now that he was acclimated to being a cyborg – much different than the fighting he did at the start of the series with Hongo and Hayato where he was basically a newborn and just learning the ropes – and so, when they left again, he felt their absence much more acutely than he did the first time, and maybe because the wound has been opened again when he’s not bowled-over-busy figuring out his new borg life, he at this point actually starts grieving his family. Like I mentioned before: Tachibana is maybe the closest thing Kazami has through the series to having someone to fight with, and he’s just some fucking guy. Which is nuts! Kamen Rider is at its peak when it’s about two boys. I stand by that. When we have two boys they can share the trauma of what’s going on around them and support each other. When we only have one boy, that boy has to carry the weight of the whole world alone. Tachibana can try all he can but at the end of the day he’s still just a guy. He can only try and understand all these tortured boys he takes under his wing from the outside.

Pictured: he's trying his best to understand kids these days

Pretty much every single episode post Hongo Hayato return involves at least one kid with no family. Kazami obviously begins to see himself in them - this becomes so heavy handed by the end of the series that he sees a parentless kid playing a harmonica, takes the harmonica from the kid, plays a song of his own, and reminisces about playing the same song for his sister back when she was alive. It’s in no way subtle. That’s not at all a bad thing! If you’re complaining about something being a bit too heavy handed in what is after all a kids show I don’t really know what to tell you. Also, what can I say, I’m a documented slut for repetition as a narrative device. I think it whips. I love time loops. I love callbacks to things earlier in the series. I don’t know if half this shit is intentional but I’m having fun with it. With how hard they hit the Dead Family Connection between Kazami and these kids I’m willing to give them the benefit of the doubt and say yeah? Sure, why not. For this example specifically I think it really serves to show just how often this is now on Kazami’s mind. It’s something he can’t really get away from in the same way he was at the beginning of the series. I think that’s also why I didn’t at all mind the episodes that were kinda early-Hongo 1971 rehashes before the Riderman eps… Kazami wanted to be borged in the beginning and didn’t really have issues regarding his new life until around this point. It was in my opinion a nice little way to bring his newfound borg issues into play. I personally just like the early Hongo episodes too so I’m biased, and aware of that fact.

Pictured: the world's most emotional harmonica solo

Back to Kazami though: if you want a really good example of how he’s coping, here’s a video of him kidnapping a Destron goon and threatening to torture them for information. He’s really not doing well. He’s beginning to get a little black and white in his ways of thinking while the narrative is trying to bring in some gray areas by bringing in a couple one-off characters who start to shed a little light on Destron’s recruitment tactics and why, theoretically, someone might join up with them, which is something I thought really interesting and something that I wanted to see more of after the Ambassador Hell waffling in 1971 Rider. I’m glad that we did get to see that! Kazami again gets to have his shit rocked a little when someone that he thought he knew gets sucked into working for Destron. I honestly don’t think that Tachibana is any help here at all, the man comes across as kind of old school and again, pretty black and white thinking. But actually wait… I mentioned Riderman earlier, right? I think to further think about Kazami and what’s going on with him we gotta take this fucking post to…

PART 3: Riderman… what, do you ride men or something? This is the part where I talk about the ending of the show.

Pictured: two boys, twice

Kamen Rider is a show that works best when it’s about two boys. Yuki Joji is a Destron scientist (incorrectly) accused of being a traitor which leads to him losing his arm in a vat of acid and getting rescued by several other Destron scientists who end up attaching a borg arm to Yuki to save him, which turns him into Riderman. Now. This on its own is a departure from how Kamen Rider has treated Shocker/Destron scientists that you’re supposed to be sympathetic to in the past. Before we’ve really only gotten the whole “oh yeah, these dudes were kidnapped and forced to borg people against their will” song and dance which, sure, that’s fine, I think there’s a lot more to unpack about the morality of science than we care to get into in this show (thinking about you, guy in 1971 Rider who made a ray that just turned people into skeletons (??) like why the hell were you doing that. How were you planning on spinning that as being a good and moral thing to do in the first place. How on earth were you at all surprised when Shocker was like “oh actually we could totally use that for evil.”) but you know I’ll take this for what it is. Now you’re coming out of the gate swinging with a guy being saved by people who are clearly more loyal to him than they are to Destron but – all of them still work for Destron, that’s not a question. They all seem to see this as some kind of weird mistake, but not indicative of the organization as a whole. They still believe in the mission that they’re doing there. While Yuki is out for revenge on the people directly responsible for taking his arm and forcing him to get borged, he’s still openly fine with Destron. He doesn’t want to work with Kamen Rider. Kazami, who has gotten through the whole series pretty much through sheer hardheadedness alone, is finally matched with someone just as willful as he is, and oh my fucking god does he enjoy this.

Pictured: yeah you're one to talk

Yuki is stuck in the middle of a bunch of stuff. He’s neither really allied with Destron nor with Kamen Rider. He’s neither fully cyborg nor fully human. His little helmet – it only half covers his face. He’s helping his enemy to save kids. He’s getting pulled in every single direction all at once. Kazami, maybe thinking about all the stuff he’s heard about Hongo and Hayato and their time fighting together (because he has to have heard this, right, he’s got to know their stories) is relentless in pursuing him (“I thought you were different from other Destron members!”). And it works – Yuki realizes that Destron is evil and that Kamen Rider is in fact his (actual quote) angelic savior but it doesn’t even stop there, because he throws himself in front of V3 at one point (sort of similar to Kazami throwing himself in front of Hongo and Hayato in the first ep, come to think of it) to take a blow for the Destron leader because it’s at this point it’s revealed that he was raised and essentially groomed into their organization and while he’s trying his best to unlearn all the stuff he was raised believing, it’s still hard and that tears him apart internally even more because at this point he has joined V3 and is helping him and has renounced Destron but even if you are starting to unlearn things that you have seen firsthand proof of being incorrect… what about those guys that saved him from the acid vat. What about small little happy moments he might have had growing up that kept him going this long even when he was apparently suicidal (yes that is in the show) that weren’t directly Destron things but involved people around him there. What about the accomplishments he made while working for them. These are all tied up in something horrific and the recontextualization of all of these memories that he’s had over the years has got to be incredibly rough to go through. It’s rough to go through on a smaller scale! It is insane to look at the fact that this arc started on episode 43 of a 52 episode show. The burn is instant; the boys go up like a pack of matches, they are from the start so intertwined, such challenges to each other physically and mentally that it doesn’t seem rushed because of course they would be drawn to each other this way.

Pictured: what, do you ride men or someth

I feel like sometimes characters who take this role can be written in a way that comes across as a little too angsty and I don’t always connect with that but I don’t get that from Yuki. All of his reactions really come across as understandable for being in the situation that he’s in. He’s been hurt by something that he trusted and after stepping back from that learned some really terrible things about them. Of course he’s gonna be conflicted. He’s a stuffy little nerd. I really, really like the way they played him. I’m not going to bring my personal experiences in here, but believe me when I say: I get it! And I’m so incredibly impossibly proud of him for changing.

Pictured: things are starting to add up

They go even harder into the Destron/borg issues now – we have episode 49 where literally everything that could possibly happen happens: Kazami gets hacked and loses the ability to control his borg strength, there’s a girl who gets tricked into working for Destron without realizing that they’re bad, Yuki has to take the two of them and break back into his old Destron lab stomping grounds to be able to fix Kazami up… it’s nuts! How fucking fun is this?! Boys with so many issues but like, they have each other, you know? I’m breaking through the walls. I’m tearing them down. I’m renovating. Yuki’s all in now, that I think was maybe one of the most loyal things he could have possibly done for Kazami. Revisiting this place that brought you so much pain and using your skills to fix someone up and do good for them.

For as much as I’ve been talking up until now I don’t really know how to talk about the last two episodes. Kazami and Yuki get split up and have to infiltrate a Destron base separately because they’re on a pretty strict time limit and can’t really waste time meeting back up with each other. Yuki overhears a conversation where the Destron leader calls him a coward – after everything that he’s done, and he decides to go take control of the rocket that’s about to blast off and fly into Tokyo and detonate it elsewhere with himself inside it. In the second to last episode.

Pictured: a guy about to get his shit rocked

Now. Remember when I told you about how I love how repetition is used as a narrative device? Kazami’s story is bookended with people blowing themselves up to both save humanity and also to help him out. To contrast Hongo and Hayato though, Yuki’s… mostly human. I think Kazami makes a fair enough assumption at this point. Same one as you or I would probably make if our boyfriend blew up in front of us. This shit hits nuts for me. What a weird way to wrap back around and bring this thing full circle, giving us a man who has now once more lost someone who was very, very important to him, really one of the very few people who he has who can understand certain things about him, who was willing to give his life to help Kazami accomplish what was originally meant to be revenge for the family he lost at the start. This isn’t a happy ending to the show, this isn’t Taki flying back to the US with an emotional goodbye at the airport, this is Kazami just up and leaving and riding off into the distance. Not checking in with Tachibana or anyone, just going. You can’t really fault him. After everything that’s happened I’d need a moment of quiet and a little bit of time to think too.

From the beginning Kazami was warned about becoming a cyborg and wanted to do it anyway and got himself into a situation where he had to become one. Honestly I’m inclined to believe that he did expect being borged to be the end result of essentially sacrificing himself or at least for Hongo to be more sympathetic to his desire after he helped them out of that jam they found themselves in, but who’s to say… regardless, it’s a really fun show about a compounding tragedy and loss and challenging your views and a guy working through one hell of a lot.

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Safeword ⛓ P7 ⛓ “Just Something I Had Laying Around”

Previous Chapter

Loki knew what he wanted. Who he wanted. So did she

After weeks of pleasuring each other using their mouthes, it was finally time to consummate their new relationship. After all this time of mutual pining, imagining one another during their solo play, comforting each other, being there for each other, satisfying each other, they were finally going to copulate. It was all planned out. It was going to be a huge romantic thing. Candles, music, a fancy hotel. The full monty.

The team didn’t seem really bothered with y/n and Loki’s PDAs although they were both not aware that they were committing these PDAs. Too caught up in loosing themselves in one another they didn’t see when Thor walked into the kitchen or when Bucky walked into the training room and saw Loki pinning y/n to the wall and kissing her or when Steve walked past Loki’s room and heard him groaning and saying y/n’s name or when Sam noticed y/n walking towards Loki’s room at 3AM. They didn’t notice. They knew that the team was aware of their previous constant efforts to bed the other but they didn’t know the team knew they were basically dating now.

Loki didn’t really tell y/n the details of the plan he had concocted one night when she was asleep in his arms. He’d spent ages making sure everything would be perfect. He’d booked the honeymoon suite at a fancy hotel. He’d already paid the staff handsomely to ensure the place looked very romantic. He bought something for y/n to wear. Something he was eager to to get the pleasure of tearing off. All he told her was to—

“Be ready by 7, we have a reservation”

“A reservation?” Y/n asked flirtatiously running her fingers through Loki’s hair.

“Yes, I’ve even gotten something for you to wear” he said making an emerald green box appear in his hands.

“You’ve really thought this all through haven’t you my raven haired God” she said laughing taking the box from him.

“You haunt my dreams, I’ve been thinking about this moment since I first saw you, spoke to you, touched you, felt you. Of course I’ve planned this out” he said poking her nose.

“Well, I better get ready then” she said getting out of Loki’s embrace to leave.

“Goodbye for now my sweet maiden” he said seductively, letting her exit.

Once in her room, y/n untied the bow that sealed the box. Lifting the lid, she started smiling. Picking up the note, her smile turned into a chuckle.

Just something I had laying around

Picking up the green Gucci tulle lingerie set, y/n was feeling even more excited for her night with Loki. It was going to be perfect.

When it got to 10 to 7, y/n heard a knock at her door and jumped up opening the door expecting Loki to be there. To her disappointment, it was Natasha.

“Widow, how can I help you?”

“Going somewhere?” she replied trying to look into y/n’s room.

“I- um- I’m-”

“Banging Loki. Ya we know” she said pushing past y/n and entering her room.

“Actually, we haven’t actually had sex yet, well penetrative sex. I mean if you’re counting oral sex then we’ve had loads and loads and—”

“Don’t need the visual” Nat said trying to cover her ears.

“Haha. Anyways tonight Loki’s taking me somewhere nice and we’re going to do the deed”

“Where are you horny kids going? And are you wearing that?”

“First of all, I’m pretty sure Loki is in his like thousands and he hasn’t really told me the plan. Also, I’m wearing something nicer underneath this” she said gesturing to her outfit

“Oooo romantic” she replied getting up to leave y/n’s room.

“Just one thing y/n, please stay vigilant. We’ve had Fury on the phone telling us that he’s had news regarding Hydra. He thinks they’re planning to do something similar to what happened last month so Tony’s planning a party to lure them into a trap. Fun for us I guess.”

“She’ll be properly seen to, no need to worry Natasha”.

“Loki, look at you being romantic” Natasha joked walking away from between the pair.

“Are you ready?” He asked leaning onto y/n’s doorframe.

“Yes I am” she replied smiling grabbing her bag and walking towards Loki. This was definitely going to be a night to remember.

A/N: I’m excited 😊

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You were supposed to just be arm candy for the night. Quinn had strong-armed Bailey into bringing a date for the gala she was hosting. He'd staunchly refused, until she reminded him of last year's party. Maybe it was something in the air, but everyone wanted to either dance with Bailey, or sneak off with him. More importantly, everyone was constantly watching him. It was unnerving, given his history. That's where you came in.

While considering his options, he was forced to face the facts. Eden and his spouse were his only friends. Fuck Quinn, she didn't count. Couldn't trust her as far as he could throw her. Which wasn't far. Her fat tits weighed her down. He didn't trust anybody else to be that close to him the whole night, but Eden would never play along, and he'd kill Bailey before he could finish asking for his spouse to go, which was fair. Bailey had been close to both of them growing up and may or may not have nursed a crush. On both of them. At the same time. Regardless, everyone that attended these parties was some kind of scum. They were, however, very good for networking and making contacts. It's how he found Remy in the first place, after all.

Thus Bailey was left with slim pickings. He could hire one of Briar's skanks, but he couldn't trust they weren't a plant. One that would pass information back to his competition. So that was put. He could rent one of Remy's goons for the evening, but they were ill mannered and ill tempered. They'd no doubt cause a scene. He could bring one of his orphans, but again, they'd cause a scene. Not only that, it'd make him look like a massive pervert. No, bringing an orphan is something the previous caretaker would have done. He sees enough of that monster in himself daily; he didn't need any more. His last option, was to borrow Eden's kid. You were the most beautiful, well behaved little shit he'd ever encountered. Smart and resourceful, you didn't have a lot of love for anyone in town.

Getting his friends o agree was the hardest part. Eden hated the idea of his child going into that town, much less being surrounded by the people who made it awful. His spouse, well, they were skeptical he'd keep you safe. He had a lot of enemies and all of them knew it. What if someone went after their baby because you were with him? New survival equipment and cookware helped convince them. Mostly since it was basically him saying Eden could kill him with a shiny, new hatchet. Or his spouse could beat him to death with their new cast iron skillet.

You were excited to go to a party. Your uncle Bailey brought you to the store and let you pick out all kinds of clothes, just not a gown for the gala. He didn't care about your shape or size. You were wearing a long, open back dress with a slit up to your hips. It was made of black satin and had lace delicately sewn as the collar and cold shoulder sleves. It hugged your assets, the skirt flowing with each move you made. He also got you shiny silver and daimond jewelry, and black, heeled shoes with red bottoms. He even took you to get a mani-pedi. You felt so fancy!

When it was time to attend, you did your hair and make up. It was simple, and a little understated. You wanted to focal point to be on the stuff your uncle got you. He seemed happy enough that you were we wearing the outfit just as he told you to. You were thrilled to please him, after all, he was taking you out of the woods and letting you see the town! You got to meet new people! Besides, it was fun letting him dress you up. You honestly felt a little bad, like you were taking advantage of him. You weren't a child anymore, and he didn't need to spoil you like one.

On the drive to the hotel, you nervously picked at the lace on your dress. Bailey had to take a hand off the wheel and grip both of your hands in his to make you stop. It surprised you at first. Had he ever touched you before? It was usually the other way around, when you'd hug him goodbye. His hands were larger than your's. Calloused and scared, not as bad as your father's. His nails were short and well taken care of, like the rest of him. He chastised you. Your dress was expensive. You apologized profusely.

When you got to the event, all eyes were on you. Your arms wrapped around Bailey's as you let him lead you around. You didn't recognize any of the people other than Quinn. You were happy to talk with her when Bailey stopped to chat. She kept giving Bailey this funny look, like she was trying not to laugh, and wiggling her eye brows at him. If it meant anything, Bailey didn't comment on it, or explain it to you. With Quinn, was a handsome man dressed in horse riding clothes. He looked really out of place. Most people were wearing suits or gowns. Bailey didn't let you speak to him, instead sending you to savage the buffet. He didn't need to tell you twice.

While filling your plate with a variety of hordervs, you felt someone staring at you. An instinct honed while living in the woods. Looking around, you saw a darkly dressed boy watching you. He was really small, you wouldn't have guessed he was your age. His hair was kind of greasy, brushed straight down his face; covering most of it. It made his piercing green eyes stand out all the more. His face turned red and he shuffled uncomfortably when your eyes met. You offered a friendly wave and a warm smile.

Then your attention was back on the food. So many fancy bites to try. You didn't know they made quiches that small! A soft tugging on your sleeve had you turning to see the boy again, now standing in front of you.

"M- My name is Kylar." He said, not making eye contact. He was small, and his body language screamed submissiveness. It made you feel a little more at ease. You could probably kill him with your bare hands if he tried anything. You introduced yourself and offered him a baby quiche off your plate. You weren't a huge fan of meatless quiches anyway.

Kylar held the small baked good in his hands as though you had just given him your heart. You were pretty thankful when Bailey called you back over. As you walked away, you heard someone laughing. A blond boy with hair covering one eye was laughing at Kylar. Did they know eachother? Were they friends? Why was he laughing at his friend? Next to the blond, was another blond boy. The one with long hair, wearing monk's robes, scolded the boy with piercings. They looked like brothers.

When you finally made it back to Bailey, he put his arm around your waist and handed you a glass of champagne. It was bubbly and tickled your throat when you drank it. You drank a few flutes of champagne and felt really funny after the fifth one. Enough so that it was hard to walk without clinging to Bailey. Maybe it was because your face was pressed into his chest, but he smelled really good. You think that's when he decided to leave with you, but it's all hazy after that. Bailey, as it would turn out, was equally hammered. He had enough of his wits about him to rent a room for the both of you, and not drive. But not enough to keep himself from ogling you in the outfit he bought you.

He practically carried you to the room. Which was fine by you. You had a pleasant, warm feeling spreading throughout your body when you pressed against him. After unlocking the door, the pair of you stumbled into the room. It was nice and all, but Bailey had other things on his mind. One other thing, actually. You were so drunk you let him strip you of your jewelry, shoes and stockings. You didn't complain when he removed a but his boxers, not did you mention the damp tent he had going on.

You admired his physic, his scars and his tattoos. It wasn't until he was undressing you, that something in your brain clicked and told you this was wrong. You weakly tried to push Bailey away, your intoxication making hard to move or speak. You whined softly.

"What are you doing?" He ignored you entirely, tearing the gown to rip it from your gorgeous body. You squirmed under him, trying to move away, but he held you firmly in place. His hands felt really good on your hips once they were bare to him, fire igniting every where he touched.

Bailey was achingly hard. Quinn must have put something in his drink. There was no way he wanted to fuck Eden's smoking hot kid as badly as he did. It wasn't like he'd jacked off to the thought of deflowering you before. To sending you home, his seed running down your pretty thighs. Even as you weakly struggled and protested under him, he took off your bra with expert skill. When you tried to cover yourself, he gathered your hands and pinned them above your head.

"Uncle Bailey, stop." You whimpered, your begging only turning him on more. He used he free hand to force your legs apart, so he could settle between them. He thought, for a fleeting moment, about preparing you. No. He wanted to hear you screaming his name. He wanted everyone to hear it. Your undergarments were quickly pulled from your body, leaving your virginal sex exposed to him. Drunk as he was, Bailey was salivating at the sight of you; naked, tears pricking at your eyes, struggling and making the cutest sounds. He was going to fuck you till your pussy molded to the shape of his cock. His underwear went next, tossed carelessly across the room. Again, you tried to wriggle away from him.

"Uncle Bailey, please. I don't want this. I- I've never-" His lips crashed into your's before you could finish speaking. His tongue invaded your mouth, your teeth clacking together in his desperation. More focused on getting your mouth free, you were only distantly aware of Bailey lining the crying head of his cock up with your wet hole. It came to the forefront of your thoughts when he pushed against it. He was huge, bigger than you thought he would be. Not that you thought about it before. He was your uncle, why would you? You gasped as he groaned. Then, in one forceful thrust, he burried himself to the hilt in your tight, no longer virgin pussy.

"Fuck, I felt that. Were you waiting for uncle Bailey to pop your cherry, sweatheat?" He gave you no time to adjust, setting a desperate, needy pace from the get-go. You were crying fully now. The stretch of him hurt! It hurt and he was hurting you more by moving!

"Hu-u-urts!" You sobbed, encouraging Bailey to force your knees to your chest.

"Only for a little bit. It'll feel real good in a minute, treasure." Bailey nipped your lip before moving to take your nipple into his mouth. His lips sucked at the sensitive nub while his talented tongue flicked against the tip. He groaned against your soft skin when your pussy clamped down on his cock. His movement faltered for a beat or two before regaining his rhythm. He continued groping and teasing your chest until your sobbing became choked, unbidden moans. You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet He felt your walls relax around him, making moving easier.

"Didn't I tell you, kitten? Fuck, you love this, don't you? Love having uncle Bailey's fat fucking cock wrecking your little pussy." You hated it. You hated him. He was right and it made the shame that much harder to bear. It didn't hurt anymore. The burning sensation from his cock felt good. It felt so good you wanted more. You felt so full, almost complete. Try as you might, he had you singing for him.

Bailey let go of your hands to force your knees to your chest, folding you in half and giving him easy access to a spot inside you that you'd never reached. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back into your head as he abused the sweet spot inside you. A tight, clenched sort of feeling began winding inside you. You found it hard to breathe suddenly, his name on your lips like a prayer.

"Fuck, yes, that's right. Fuck, you fucking love my cock." Bailey's pace increased, barely pulling out anymore before plunging back in; working the base of his cock and letting his heavy balls slap against your ass. He was ready to cum, but he refused to finish before you. A little denial never hurt him. He enjoyed it every now and then when he was getting himself off. Oh, but your tight little heat, absolutely dripping for him felt so much better than his hand. Far better than he imagined.

"Gonna fuck you all night. Gonna wake up and fuck you again in the morning." You arched your back orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. You cried out, incoherent as he continued to abuse your cunt; using your orgasm and the rythmic clenching of your pussy to get off.

"God! Fucking, yes! Gonna send you home with my cum gushing from your tight little pussy. Keep you coming back for- fuck!" Bailey's rhythm lost it's beat. He frantically fucked himself into you, desperate for his high.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Bailey, honest to god, moaned your name as he came. Pressed to the hilt inside you, he worked himself through his orgasm, prolonging it by grinding himself into you. The feeling of his pubic hair harshly rubbing against your clit pushed your over sensitive body to another high.

He didn't give either of you a chance to rest or recover. Flipping you over, he stared rolling his hips into you again. You whimpered and begged for a break, only for him to slap your ass, leaving an angry, red hand print, and laugh at you.

"Your body belongs to me now, and you're not going anywhere till I'm done with you, kitten." You whimpered as he pushed you down into the mattress, fucking his cum out of you as he prepared to fuck more into you.

Bailey never had much of a sex drive. He didn't know if it was from the abuse he suffered growing up, or if it was natural. Frankly, he didn't want to know. What he did know, was that it left him the a hell of a lot of stamina. You were in for a long night, and when you got home, you'd have to explain to your parents where your bruises came from, why you were walking like that, and why you needed to start visiting Bailey on the weekends.

In a couple of months, you'd have to explain to them why you have a bun in the oven.

(- anon 🚩 bad uncle Bailey takin it from noncon to dubcon gets me hrrrnnngggg.)

Bailey having a crush on both Eden and Pre-PC at the same time makes me think about them double teaming him after a night out drinking.

But also bad uncle Bailey breeding his sweet little niece, keeping her nice and dripping with cum at every chance is such a lovely image. Looking his best friend in the eye and telling him they had a wonderful time, he even took her somewhere to eat out!

Current-PC trying not to blush at the horrible puns Bailey makes about the various ways he's fucked her so Eden doesn't figure out what happened.

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My Favorite Place

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfic, Approx. 2600 words. This scene takes place after the romantic epilogue and completely inside my head. Fluff!

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Lunches with Friends

The letter from Sasuke arrived on the same day Mitsuhide planned to speak with Nobunaga - to request permission to take his little one on a journey.

The timing of the ninja’s reply could not be better. His letter said the passage 'home' would be open in less than a month’s time, ‘assuming calculations are correct.’

He also went on to say he was uncertain how regular these passages would be. And that he didn’t recommend travel unless all parties were committed to the destination.

An interesting wrinkle in Mitsuhide’s plans. He did not want to be caught, 500 years from all his plans, his allies, his work. It struck him then that this was what his little mouse had done. Perhaps not purposely, not when she left. But she’d chosen - for him - to abandon all she knew and held dear. How could he shrink at the possibility of doing the same for her?

These thoughts swirled through him as he mounted the steps of the tenshu. He did his best to bottle them up when he reached the door. In dealing with Nobunaga, he must have a clear mind.

Mitsuhide knocked lightly. The door opened.

His little mouse stood there, looking quite surprised to see him.

He smiled at her, hiding his own surprise. She’d gone out shopping today, or so Kyubei told him. Either his vassal was slipping or the chatelaine was improving her skill at misdirection. “Little one. I see you arrived ahead of me.”

Mitsuhide studied her expression. She looked pleased. Her cheeks were pink, eyes bright. His gaze passed her into the room beyond. Nobunaga sat, his newest tea set in use on the table. Ranmaru stood nearby, head down. The kitsune warlord wondered what transpired, but he knew he would get it from his little one later, if nothing else. She couldn’t dissemble well enough to avoid his direct questions.

“I . . . didn’t realize you were dropping by too! We could have had tea together.” She fiddled with the tie on her obi.

“Yes. We could have. I was under the impression you were in town. How silly of me.” Mitsuhide raised an eyebrow.

His little one had the grace to blush. “Ah, well, I am going to town. Now. To shop.” She looked down.

Mitsuhide chuckled. She was still so very innocent, even when she tried to be tricky. He cupped her cheek and gently raised her head to look at him. “Then allow me to kiss you goodbye.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Slowly, savoring the moment he felt her relax into his touch, responding with her mouth, her body.

She took a step closer to him, and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Mmm,” Mitsuhide smiled as he pulled back from her. “I will see you at home later. You will be back before dinner?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a tad breathless.

“Good. I am sure we will have many things to discuss.” His golden eyes shone with curiosity that would not be denied.

His little mouse nodded. “See you later, then.” She scurried past and down the stairs.

“Was that for my benefit,” Nobunaga asked dryly.

“It was for mine.” Mitsuhide entered and bowed.

Nobunaga gestured him forward. “Sit. I expected to see you today.”

“I thought you might.” Mitsuhide sat and waited quietly while Ranmaru poured tea.

“Do you have something to report?”

Mitsuhide sipped at the hot tea, considering what he did have to say, beyond requesting time absent from Azuchi. His gaze drifted to Ranmaru and then back to Nobunaga.

His lord’s eyes narrowed. “Ranmaru, you are needed in the kitchen.”

“My lord?” The page looked up, surprised.

“The kitchen,” Nobunaga repeated.

Ranmaru gave a quick bow and hurried out. He cast one look at Mitsuhide over his shoulder, a nervous glance, and then he was gone.

“Thank you my lord. I do prefer privacy for our discussions.”

Nobunaga frowned slightly. He said nothing, only waited for his warlord to continue.

Mitsuhide picked out a few gems to share. “The Aki province is not as peaceful as Hideyoshi has been led to believe. The coalition he is working on a treaty with will fall apart. They are not honest in their dealings.”

Nobunaga’s brow furrowed. “How do you know this?”

“A bit of information here, some there. I put it together. The Mouri clan will continue to defy you, I am sure. And there is more. The Ikko Ikki still have much influence among the common folk. They continue to recruit and train. It is only a matter of time before they make another attempt on your life.”

“That isn’t news so much as a certainty.” Nobunaga gestured imperiously. “They will yield or fall. I do not fear Kennyo.”

“It isn’t the demon abbot I worry about either. It is the forces that seek to use him. He was once friends with The Tiger of the Kai, and some of his followers have been seen in Sakai, speaking with foreign merchants.” Mitushide shrugged. “I cannot say what it will mean.”

Nobunaga nodded. He hadn’t forgotten their enemies in Echigo.

“I have placed some people in each camp, watching. If an opportunity arises -”

“I trust my left hand to deal with the knives at my back.” He smiled for the first time since Mitsuhide’s arrival. “But I think you came to do more than report?”

Mitsuhide bowed his head. “Perceptive as always, my lord.” He cleared his throat. “I need to be absent for a time. With my fiancee. I wish to show her Sakamoto, and to take her to the Mino province. Perhaps . . . further.”

Nobunaga was quiet for a moment. “How long do you intend to be gone?”

“A month? Likely more.”

“You would take my good luck charm and leave me one-handed, knowing my enemies surround us?” Nobunaga didn’t sound angry, only curious. He knew Mitsuhide always had some sort of plan in mind.

“Think more than your left hand will be out of sight, rather than gone.” Mitsuhide looked up.

Nobunaga regarded him with those impenetrable carnelian eyes. He was one man the kitsune warlord could never fully read. “And my good luck charm?”

“Will be in good hands.”

“And if I say no?” One brow rose in question.

Mitsuhide smiled, sharp and thin. “Have I ever betrayed you?”

Nobunaga laughed, a full throated, head thrown back guffaw. It faded to a chuckle and then just a smile. “You may go. I expect you to bring my luck charm back unharmed and in good spirits.”

He bowed again. “I will endeavor not to disappoint you.”

“You will not.” Nobunaga’s eyes were hard, though he still smiled.

Mitsuhide spent the rest of his day wondering what his lord and his lover had talked about. He could think of a dozen things. A sewing commission? Her work as chatelaine? Funds? Was there something she needed - and had she gone to Nobunaga for it? Not knowing bothered him more than he expected.

Worse, Kyubei was nowhere to be found. A fact that made him certain his vassal knew what she was up to. Of all the things Mitsuhide had expected to share with his lover, his vassal’s loyalty had not been his first thought. Not that he minded . . . much. But Kyubei’s first oath was to him.

He nearly went to Azuchi to look for the two of them. But patience was always the wiser course. Instead, he busied himself at the manor, sending missives to his castles and telling them to expect his arrival. Then, preparing his manor servants for an extended absence. They knew what to do and needed very little instruction.

Despite his attempts at distraction, he was on pins until he heard Kyubei and his little mouse return. They were laughing as they walked into the hall, his vassal’s low voice an indistinct rumble under her high, sweet chatter.

“We were lucky we -” She stopped speaking as Kyubei interrupted.

“We were! I did tell you, my lady. I expect we will need to -” His vassal stopped himself, then continued on a whole different topic. “Ready yourself for dinner with my lord. I will check on the menu. Do you need a maid?”

“No, Kyubei. I think I can handle it. Thank you, again.”

“It is the least I owe you.”

Her laugh, sweet and gentle. “You owe me nothing. But I’d like to think we’re friends now.”

“We are, my lady.”

Mitsuhide looked out in time to see Kyubei bow and leave for the kitchens. Clearly he suspected they were being listened to. What lucky thing had happened? And what did he expect they would need to do? His little one was turning into quite the conspirator. She would need to deliver herself of these secrets. Her lover had some ideas on how best to get them out of her.

He waited until she was in her rooms to approach, sliding her door open silently. She was dressed in just her underclothes, a cool, wet cloth pressed to her face. She didn’t hear him as he came in, and shut the door behind him.

Mitsuhide took advantage of the moment to see if she’d brought any packages, but there was nothing new in her room. He came up behind her and settled his arms around her waist.

His little one shrieked and leapt up. She put her foot back and tried to pull him forward, but that move only worked if he was moving that direction when she did it. Like this, it was ineffective, but he was proud of her for trying. She turned, ready to place an elbow in his ribs, and then she saw who had her.

“Mitsuhide! You - you bastard!” Her cheeks were bright pink, all the way to the tips of her ears.

“Are you angry with me, little mouse?”

“No. Yes! You scared me!”

Mitsuhide chuckled. “And are you still afraid?”

She shook her head. “Just mad at you.”

“Oh? Then I will have to make it up to you.” He bent down to kiss the nape of her neck. “I cannot bear for you to be angry with me.” He kissed along her neck, enjoying the little sigh of pleasure that escaped her lips.

“It’s going to t-take more than a few kisses. Tease.”

“I have much more than that in mind.” Mitsuhide sat and pulled her into his lap. He hadn’t realized how much he missed holding her until she was in his arms. His unsettled feelings faded as she nestled against his chest.

“I missed you today.”

“And I, you.” He kissed her and it made the one they’d shared at the tenshu seem a pale shadow for the warmth and passion in it. Mitsuhide stroked her back and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

They parted, reluctant and breathless. Neither said anything for awhile. And then they both spoke at once.

“What were you -”

“Why were you -”

She laughed. “You first.”

“Alright.” He shifted her to face away from him and began unpinning her hair. Mitsuhide told himself it was because she was less guarded when enjoying herself, but the truth was, he just liked the feel of it. He waited until he’d released her hair from it’s bun, and began gently combing his fingers through it, before he spoke again. “I wondered what you went to Nobunaga for. Did he summon you?”

“Mmmm, no . . . I just had to talk to him.” She sighed happily at his gentle ministrations.

“Oh? Is your lover allowed to know what you talked about?”

She gave a breathy laugh. “Are you jealous, Mitsuhide?”

“No.” He scowled. “A little.” It was more than jealousy, and less. A layered emotion. He didn’t fear that she loved someone else. No one could take her from him. It wasn’t that. It was . . . Nobunaga’s claim on her as his charm. His casual ownership of her as an Oda princess. Coming from his lord, he could accept it but if she saw herself that way . . .

“I needed to talk to him about us. I didn’t want bad feelings. He was my boss after all. Still is, I guess.” She laughed again.

“About us, little one?” His heart thudded suddenly in his chest.

She bent her head forward and took a breath. “I hope you don’t think it’s silly. I just wanted him to know I love you. And that I needed to be here with you.”

Mitsuhide froze. Of all the things he thought they might have discussed, he hadn’t thought she went to Nobunaga to have a heart-to-heart.

“Of course, I let him know I still care about him, and the others. I mean, I haven’t abandoned them - I’m still around.” She realized he wasn’t moving. “Is that alright? Mitsuhide? Did I say something I shouldn’t have?” She looked at him, worried.

He pulled her into a hug, burying his face against her shoulder. “You have no idea . . .”

She kissed him on the side of his head. “I don’t understand you sometimes. Most times, actually. I thought you might be angry.”

“I am never angry with you.” He sat up and resumed finger-combing her hair. Mitsuhide was intensely glad no one could see how easily she disarmed him. Took apart his plans and defenses and left him bare by just being so adorable.

“Is that all you wanted to know?”

“About Nobunaga, yes. How did your shopping go? Was Kyubei a help?” Mitushide was relaxed now, confident her answer would be as innocent as the first.

“Shopping went fine. Kyubei was great. He is really very resourceful.”

“Oh?” Mitsuhide began to braid her hair. His dextrous fingers were good at three and five strand plaits. It was a little like tying a bond, or ropework. But infinitely more pleasant.

“Yes. We - we found what we needed to.”

“And what was that?”

She shrugged. “Just, stuff. Nothing to be interested in.”

Mitsuhide knew deflection when he heard it. “But I am, little mouse. Did you find some new fabric? A tool for your sewing kit?”

“No . . . don’t worry about it.”

“Is it a secret?” Mitsuhide’s eyes shone. “You know how much I like teasing secrets from you.”

She wriggled in his lap, as if considering escape.

He tied off the braid with a ribbon and leaned down to nip her neck. With his lips against her ear, he whispered, “Is that what you want me to do?”

“N-no! This is - Mitsuhide - that’s not fair!” She nestled back against him as if defeated. “I’ll tell you if you really want to know. But I’d rather keep it a surprise.”

Ah, what a conundrum. He wanted to know everything about her, especially the things she wanted to hide. But he knew how hard she tried to surprise him. His gorgeous haori was the latest example, though he’d figured it out only a week into its construction.

Mitsuhide stroked his hands down her arms, soothing. “I will be patient then. Until your surprise is ready. But . . . we’ll be traveling soon. Will that be a problem?”

She made a happy squeal. “Are we going to visit your home? On a vacation?”

“Yes, love. I spoke with Nobunaga about it and he has granted us both leave.”

“I can’t wait. I want to see all your favorite places. Hear all the stories about you as a boy! Will you introduce me to your family?” She sounded so excited. It pleased Mitsuhide to no end to hear joy in her voice.

“My family has passed, but I will be glad to introduce you to those that remain. I will show you everything you might find beautiful, but you should know little one, my favorite place is wherever you are.”

Next: My Home Is Your Home

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September 26, 2019 (1): You’re not my mother

(previous play)

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Thursday, 2:27 pm:

David: this morning, after saying his goodbyes to Matteo, he showered and put on fresh bandaids before he spent some time with new apartment advertisements but hasn’t found all that many and then he spent some time learning Italian again realizes once again how fun he finds it and immediately sends Matteo a few new sentences that he learned and which somehow fit the situation right now eventually made some fresh coffee and then got comfortable on their bed again at some point, hears the apartment door and frowns slightly because he didn’t expect anyone to already come home at this hour calls toward the hallway Hello?

Laura: doesn’t have to work today because she has too much overtime and because her group in the kindergarten is overstaffed because they have someone trying out for the job today has met up with a friend for brunch and to gossip and is coming home now takes off her shoes when she hears David and calls back Hello! goes to David’s room and immediately goes inside because the door is open Hi, everything okay? Do you need something?

David: hears Laura’s voice and frowns on the one hand, he is happy that she’s here, because since his conversation with her they’re really getting along quite well again, but on the other hand, he’s wondering why she’s already home calls back Hey�� then sees her stick her head into the room and smiles No, everything’s good, thanks… scratches his neck I didn’t know that you’d be back early today…

Laura: shakes her head No, I wasn’t at work at all today… sits down on Matteo’s desk chair and rolls a little so that she can look toward David comfortably I have the day off because of overtime and went to brunch with Lizzy at the Bilderbuch-Café… rolls back a little But hey, I wanted to talk to you, anyways… I talked to Mama on the phone, because we’re paying less rent now than we did before. She said she’ll still continue to transfer the same amount. I figured I’d just transfer the difference to your account?

David: looks at her a little skeptical and worried when she says that she didn’t go to work today and wonders if maybe she’s sick but then hears that she has a day off because of overtime and grins slightly Yeah, nice… that’s also nice for a change! turns around on the bed a little and sits down cross-legged, so that he can look at Laura more comfortably nods when she says that she wants to talk to him and at first thinks that it’s about the apartment hunt but then hears what it’s really about and looks at her skeptically Huh? Why?

Laura: frowns when he asks again Huh? What why? doesn’t really know what’s so difficult to understand about it therefore says again We don’t pay as much rent anymore. So there’s money left. You’ll get it. Because I work and earn money, you don’t.

David: slightly shakes his head and laughs quietly when she also asks again and briefly wonders if they’re somehow talking past each other right now then hears her explanation and gets serious again That means because you work I automatically get the money that actually belongs to both of us, even though I can actually manage with my money? Why don’t we just share the money? That would be a lot more logical… and fair.

Laura: frowns, because she finds it really logical Nonsense. What’s logical and fair is that whoever has less money gets more. You have less, so there you go. Besides, you need the money, David, for university stuff, for food, for dates, whatever… shakes her head And I don’t really feel like discussing this with you any further.

David: looks at her pretty flabbergasted, because he feels like she thinks her statements are completely logical, and slightly shakes his head repeats again I can manage with my money, Laura. I don’t need more. then hears that she doesn’t want to discuss it any further and laughs quietly Umm… but I want to discuss this with you?! Where’s the problem with sharing the money? That we both benefit from it? For food, for dates… if you want to, then we can also save it and buy a new couch for the new apartment or something… I don’t care…

Laura: shakes her head when he says that he wants to discuss it Don’t be silly, David… rolls the desk chair back a little and is now more in the middle of the room I don’t understand why you’d decline money, no one does that. Please just accept it. I am responsible for you, I /care/ for you. Now just take the money, alright?

David: frowns when she doesn’t even consider his suggestion and slightly shakes his head Why is that silly? then shakes his head again and laughs quietly Huh? But you also decline money right now. Why is it silly when I do it, but not when it’s you?! then hears the rest of her words and gapes thinks that she can’t be serious and can feel his heartbeat accelerate because he’s so outraged still tries to stay calm, but says pretty determined And so far, I actually assumed that we had something like a flatshare - and not that you /care/ for me or that you are responsible for me… I’m 18, Laura… and even if I weren’t… you’re not my mother.

Laura: pffs slightly Because I already earn money, David. hears him say that she’s not responsible for him and that she isn’t his mother has been rolling back and forth with the chair until now but now stops and stares at him You’re not really serious right now, are you? can feel it seething inside of her and clenches her teeth together finds David ungrateful and childish and can feel it tumble out of her mouth Of course I CARE for you, David. I took you in, you went to school here, I took care of almost everything so that you could stay in Berlin. /I/ was responsible for all of it working out! I want you to do good and that’s suddenly wrong or what? Now I’m mothering you because what? I don’t want you to have to work while you study? I give you money? Oh yes, how awful of me! The good sir suddenly stands on his own two feet. You can hate it as much as you want to, but the fact remains that I’ve been busting my ass for you for half a year now!

David: opens his mouth to contradict Laura several times, but doesn’t have the chance to get a word in instead feels himself getting angrier and angrier, because she’s hitting him with all of this, as if he’d expected or demanded all of this from her takes a deep breath when she finally finishes talking and asks Are you done now!? but only gets an angry look from her and then continues You’re talking as if I am god knows how much of a burden… as if I demanded or expected all of this from you. But I didn’t. You did that voluntarily! It was /your/ suggestion that I come to Berlin to you! And I was happy about it, I thought that it would be cool - a flatshare with my big sister… but instead I’ve only been a fucking responsibility to you all this time?! Thanks a lot… I didn’t demand that you bust your ass for me! I would have managed to do all of this on my own somehow - all you had to do was say that you didn’t really want to have me and the fucking responsibility! Somehow, I’ve always managed everything on my own, but right now you act as if I wouldn’t be able to survive at all without you… only realizes toward the end that he feels some pain in his belly, that he’s gotten louder and really tense can’t believe that Laura really sees him like that

Laura: glares at him when he asks if she’s done immediately starts shaking her head when he starts talking gets up so quickly that the chair rolls back a little You really don’t understand anything, do you? I NEVER said that you were a burden. Burden and responsibility aren’t the same thing, David. And don’t tell me that I didn’t take care of you, because I did! And of course it was voluntary, of course I’d do it again and again, but that doesn’t make it any less of a responsibility! I take care of you because I want to, because you’re my brother, because I want what’s best for you. But I really don’t have to listen to this. What do you even want? A roof over your head, but apart from that I’m supposed to shut up or what? That’s not how it goes! can feel that she’s really angry and that she really can’t believe that David doesn’t understand at all what this is about

David: pffs at the beginning of her speech does think that it absolutely sounds like he’s a burden to her and as if her life would be easier without him frowns when she gets up so quickly and when she looks down on him like that then briefly feels like her words sound a little conciliatory, but then also feels them shift again and that it keeps seething in him and that the well-known flight reflex is rearing its head again also gets up and is annoyed that it still takes so much time, but really wants to be on the same level with her slightly shakes his head and snaps at her I never said that you didn’t take care of me! But I also never said that you /have/ to take care of me. And sorry, and even if you didn’t say that I am a burden… but that's just what it sounds like if you list all the things you did for me, as if I’m a dependent, ungrateful asshole just because I want to share this money with you. You want to know what I want!? Very simple: I want my sister back! And not someone who feels responsible for me in that way and who constantly mothers me as if I wouldn’t be able to deal by myself. You know exactly that I’m grateful to you for being there for me… but if you’re going to accuse me of this for the rest of my life or if you want to use it as leverage… then I can really do without it… reaches for his phone on the nightstand …and I don’t really feel like listening to this anymore right now… feel free to think of this as childish and immature as you want to! Add it to the list… another thing that you can accuse me of the next time we fight… then just leaves her standing there, leaves his room, slips into his shoes in the hallway, grabs his keys and leaves the apartment only realizes once he’s downstairs on the street that right now - for the first time in forever - he really took off again and weirdly enough the first thing he can think of is Matteo and that he promised him not to run away again but then also remembers that he told him that it’s okay as long as he doesn’t run away from him and if he lets him know that he’s doing alright briefly considers going to Matteo, to let off some steam and to whinge about it, but doesn’t want to bother him at work takes a deep breath and thinks for a moment then starts walking toward Alex’ apartment

Laura: listens to him and gets angrier and angrier because he just doesn’t get what it’s about opens her mouth a few times to disagree with him but can’t get a word in but at the end throws in, anyways I don’t want to accuse you of anything! but can see that he doesn’t seem to hear her, at all gapes at him in disbelief when it really looks like he’s going to run away David! Stay here! We’re going to clear this up! Now! but can only look after him as he rushes out of the room actually knows her brother’s flight instinct would usually worry about him, about how he’s doing and where he’s going but now she’s so angry at him that she doesn’t really care rushes out of the room and bangs the door even though no one’s there to hear it retreats to her room

(next play)

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ao3komorii · 3 years

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Tangling with the Boss (Sett/Reader) PART 2

The part 2 of my Sett story! There are only 2 chapters so this is it. I really feel that since Sett was so stunted in his youth that when he finally gets a girlfriend, he’d be over the top with his flirting so the flirting is like x100 in this! Can’t say I won’t write more for Sett in the future, but right now I want to focus on other champs. There is sex in this one as well. Enjoy! :)

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Sett was such a handful. It had taken you at least an hour to convince him that he should let you out of bed, and that was only after you obliged his newfound wandering hands for a while.

“I have to help Inora,” you protested, placing your hands against his mouth to keep his lips from touching yours. “We have a bunch of orders that need to be finished. And don’t you have to be at the pit today?”

Sett groaned, pulling back from you at last, stretching his arms behind his head and looking like a petulant child. “You sure know how to kill a mood, princess.”

“If you get on Inora’s bad side, she might make you let me pet your ears again!” you teased, recalling Sett’s flushed cheeks from the last time that had happened.

Sett had gotten out of bed and zipped up his pants by this point, but turned back to you with an amused grin. “If that’s all you wanted, you just have to ask.”

His flirting caught you off guard, and you blushed brightly, diving back under the blanket in embarrassment, a bark of laughter from Sett accompanying your movements. When you finally came up for air, Sett was fully dressed, which made you more aware of just how naked you still were in comparison. While Sett had no problem dressing in front of you, you felt shy at the thought of doing the same thing yourself, even with everything you had done with him last night and this morning.

Sett smiled at you, a smile that looked a little too mischievous for your liking. He crossed the room, opening the door before stopping in his tracks. “I’ll get some food. If you’re still naked by the time I get back, then ya can’t complain about what I do to you.”

Your face burned, the door closing behind Sett and leaving you alone with your thoughts. It was almost laughable how different he was to when you had first met him. You had known him for only a few months, but he was already irreplaceable to you. Sett’s advances towards you last night had been sudden, but not unwelcome. You had harbored feelings for the half-Vastayan for some time and thought you had a general understanding of what he was like, but it was like he had let go of all reservations the moment that he kissed you. He had been flirting heavily ever since you both woke up, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take without spontaneously combusting.

You slipped out of the covers, shivering at the sudden lack of warmth. It wasn’t often that you felt cold anymore, but the lack of clothing wasn’t helping. You had to get up; you had too much work to do today to let Sett make good on his recent promise. You winced as you picked up your somewhat-burned clothing, reluctantly putting it back on and trying to adjust your shirt in a way that was at least somewhat covering your chest. You would probably look like you had escaped a burning building, which in a way wasn’t too far off the mark. Except in this case, you were the burning building.

Sett re-entered the room as you were sitting on the bed and fiddling with the hem of your charred skirt. You looked up at the sound of the door opening, meeting eyes with Sett just in time to catch the apple he tossed your way, the fruit sailing smoothly into your hands.

“I’ll walk ya to Inora’s,” he said, biting into his own apple.

“Okay,” you replied, not-so-secretly happy that you would get a little more time with him before you had to part ways for the day.

Apples quickly eaten, you followed Sett out of his front door, desperately trying not to think about how you had been pinned against that door the night before. You weren’t sure when you would adjust to this new change in your life, but for now you were just grateful that Sett was walking ahead of you so he couldn’t see how red your face must be right now.

You quickly ran out of luck as he slowed his pace so you could walk side by side. You took a deep breath before looking over at him, and were surprised to see contentment clear on his face. As soon as he noticed you looking at him, he reached down to take your hand in his, pulling on it to bring you closer to his side.

“Can’t have ya runnin’ off to get painted naked,” he said with a grin.

You grimaced with disgust at the thought of that creepy guy, and Sett laughed at your plight.

“If he gives ya any more trouble, let me know and I’ll make a house call,” he added.

“You scared him enough yesterday!” you replied. “I doubt he’ll ever commission anything from us again.”

“Good,” Sett said, sounding every bit of the pleased troublemaker that he was. You were only a little bit bitter that his grinning face was too cute to stay mad at.

The walk back to Inora’s house was pleasant; having Sett’s hand in yours was new, but you found yourself adjusting quickly. You did not fail to notice that he had left his usual studded glove off of the hand that held yours, assumedly in an effort to not poke your hand with the metal bits attached to his gloves.

Walking around in the daytime was much nicer than at night; all of the times that you had been attacked at night really put a damper on the midnight stroll experience for you. And there was a distinct lack of thugs out when it wasn’t dark outside, minus the one currently beside you. But he had been on his best behavior, other than all the flirting and the one hopefully-idle threat to go maim the creepy old guy.

You were enjoying the walk so much that you only realized you had reached your destination when Sett stopped walking. You looked over to see the familiar sight of Inora’s home, looking exactly the same as it had the previous day. You weren’t sure what you were expecting; despite all of the things that had happened between yesterday and today, it had still only been a day.

You pulled away from Sett, about to remove your hand from his grip so you could head inside and reassure Inora that you were okay after not coming home last night, but were stopped by Sett’s grip on your hand tightening as he used your connected hands to pull you right back to him, your back pressed against his chest.

He leaned down, his lips at your ear. “You’re not runnin’ away from me, are ya?”

His breath at your ear combined with his sultry tone had you freezing in your tracks. He let out an amused snort, turning you around so suddenly that you had to brace your hands on his bare chest for support. He was staring down at your like he was expecting something from you, but in your surprise, you couldn’t figure out what he wanted.

Sett shook his head with a smile. “You were really plannin’ on leavin’ me without even a goodbye?”

“Oh.” So that’s what he was after. You smiled up at him. “Have a good day at the pit!”

He stared down at you impassively, face blank, his hands slowly drifting to your waist.

“Ain’t good enough,” he said bluntly, lips twitching upwards at your confused frown.

Sett leaned even further into your personal space, tilting your chin up with a finger so he could kiss you. You hadn’t seen anyone out and about in the neighborhood, so you didn’t mind indulging him, closing your eyes and shyly meeting his tongue with your own when he initiated a deeper kiss. He really was a force of nature, and you didn’t notice his hand on your side creeping back until his hand was on your ass and squeezing.

You gasped against his mouth, but before you could do anything, you were startled by an amused voice speaking up.

“A little early in the day for that, Settrigh.”

Hearing Inora’s voice sent a shockwave through you, your eyes snapping open and hands coming up to push Sett off of you. He let you push him back, but his hand remained on your ass until you grabbed it and moved it off before turning to face Inora.

“I… I…” You weren’t sure what to say, but Sett didn’t have the same problem.

“Mornin’, Aunt Inora,” he greeted, not even a little bit phased by Inora catching the two of you in such a compromising position.

Inora raised an eyebrow, but looked more amused than angry, her arms crossed over her chest. “I figured she was with you last night. Though clearly you’re dangerous in your own right as well.”

Sett grinned in response and Inora shook her head. “You better take good care of her, Settrigh. She’s like a daughter to me.”

Sett readily agreed, while you were a mess of embarrassed by the situation and happy to hear that Inora considered you to be like a daughter to her.

Inora sent a kind smile your way before turning a stern look over your head at Sett. “Shoo! Don’t you have some hoodlums to go oversee instead of groping my apprentice on a public street?”

Sett knew better than to argue with Inora, but also wasn’t willing to leave you without a proper goodbye. You squeaked with surprise as you were suddenly hoisted up in a princess carry, Sett’s lips on yours before you could fully grasp what was going on. You could only grab at the edge of his coat to keep yourself from tumbling out of his arms in shock. The kiss this time was short and sweet, more Sett being dramatic than anything. After a few seconds, you were put back down on your feet, Sett looking like the cat that got the cream.

“See ya later, princess,” he said with a grin before making his exit and leaving you standing there, still stunned by his boldness.

Inora approached you, spurning you to snap out of it and meet her halfway.

“That boy sure likes to show off,” she said with a laugh.

“You’re not… surprised?” you asked, eyes flitting briefly in the direction Sett had left in.

“Surprised that Settrigh finally made a move?” she asked rhetorically with a scoff. “Not when you’ve known him as long as I have.”

You were still a little dumbfounded as Inora reached over to put an arm around your shoulders and walk you over to the front door of the house. She opened the door, ushering you inside and closing it behind the two of you before turning to you with her hands on her hips.

“Now clearly something else happened, because I doubt your clothes got all scorched for nothing,” she said with a raised brow.

You looked down at yourself, weeping internally for your ruined clothes. You really needed to invest in some fireproof clothing if fights with ruffians were going to become a regular occurrence for you. You didn’t have enough clothing to keep having to throw it away. You sighed; you had really liked the outfit you had on before it had been singed beyond repair.

Inora let you have some time to wash and redress yourself before sitting down to talk over some tea. You felt much better being out of your burned clothes, and Inora’s relaxed posture gave you the confidence that you needed to tell her the story of what happened to you the night before, minus the more lascivious details from the end of the night. As you talked, Inora got more and more furious as you detailed your encounter with the thugs.

“I can’t say they didn’t deserve to be burnt to a crisp!” she said angrily. “Clearly they didn’t have the sense to pick a fight with someone more on their own level.”

You sighed. “I’m just glad it’s over.”

Inora grinned as she drank the last of her tea. “Settrigh is just lucky you were there with him. Some help he was.”

You weren’t sure what to say, and Inora laughed. “I’m glad that he has you now. He needs a positive influence that he’ll actually listen to!”

“Him, listen to me?” you echoed. His performance outside the house earlier had demonstrated none of what she was saying, so you were a little dubious of her assertion that you had any sway over his actions.

She understood where your thoughts were at the moment and laughed. “Earlier? He likes to show off too much. And you would be his first girlfriend, the poor thing. It’s a miracle he didn’t slobber all over you.”

“Inora!” You were embarrassed by her frank comment on Sett’s kissing skills, but your mind caught on more than just her teasing. “He’s really never…?”

“Not that I know of,” she answered. “If he was seeing someone, I would know. As you could probably guess, that boy is as subtle as a Noxian war banner.”

Alas, you hadn’t been kidding about the amount of work you had to do that day. You resolved to ask Inora about more stories from Sett’s childhood another time when there were less glassworks to be made.

You were relieved to hear that the creepy collector hadn’t come by to complain or make any further requests. Not that Inora would have accepted any further commissions from him; you were lucky that fire couldn’t hurt you when you dropped a burning torch on your foot when Inora decided to start describing the rather creative things she would do to the man if he ever came near you again. By the end of her rant, you were glad that you had never gotten on her bad side; you certainly hadn’t been prepared for the sheer creativity of her imagined punishments.

You were very tired by the end of the day, both you and Inora having foregone a break so you could get all requested pieces done on time. The two of you collapsed at the table, eating a significantly more simple meal than usual that consisted of leftover soup and some crackers Ciorah had given Inora as a gift. You were struggling to stay awake long enough to eat your dinner when you noticed Inora staring at you with a grin on her face that told you she was clearly up to something.

“I have an idea!” she announced excitedly.

“Yes…?” you replied, hoping for more of an explanation about what she meant.

“An idea of how to help Settrigh have a taste of what he’s missed out on!” she said.

She laughed at your confused look and continued. “It is not uncommon for working people to have food brought to them by their lovers, and Settrigh would certainly enjoy a surprise visit from you.”

“You think I should surprise him at the pit?” you replied incredulously. “But the last time I was there–”

“You’ll be safe if you go in the daytime,” she insisted. “Those ruffians really like to sleep in, so I doubt any of them will be awake to bother you. Not like they could win a fight with you anyways.”

“But I’m not sure what food he likes…” you said.

Inora smiled. “Ciorah would know best. You should go see her tomorrow morning and get her help. She’ll be happy to help out.”

You took a second to think about her idea. You kind of liked the idea of surprising him, and it had begun to overpower and nervousness that you felt about returning to the pits. You kept thinking about Sett’s reaction to you showing up, and the excitement you felt was enough for you to agree to Inora’s idea. You didn’t do much cooking, so you were relieved to have Ciorah to ask for help because you didn’t think Sett would let you live it down if you gave him food poisoning.

“Are you sure you’re okay to do today’s deliveries by yourself?” you asked Inora for the third time that morning as she was trying to shoo you out the front door.

“Are you calling me old?” she replied jokingly. “Now go before I change my mind and put you to work!”

“Fine,” you relented at last, allowing Inora to herd you out the front door.

“Don’t have too much fun!” she teased, her eyes glowing with mirth.

“I won’t,” you replied with a laugh, heading off at last.

The walk to Ciorah’s house felt quicker than usual, perhaps because you had your excitement to fuel you. And more than anything, you were just happy to spend some time with Sett. It still felt weird to you to be this happy compared to your old life in Demacia where everything and everyone strived to be the model of seriousness. It was a wonder that happiness itself wasn’t formally banned there.

Ciorah came to the door almost immediately after your knock, her delicate face beaming with joy at your surprise arrival. She quickly invited you in, a lone teacup on her table telling you that she had been in the middle of her morning tea.

“It is good to see you,” she said happily, pouring you some tea as well.

You felt a little silly being nervous to ask her this favor, but you cleared your throat and went for it. “Um, I was wondering if you would mind helping me make some food to take to Sett at his work?”

“Of course!” she replied instantly, clasping her hands together, and you felt silly that you had worried about asking her for help on the way to her home.

You followed her into the kitchen as she began to look through her cabinets thoughtfully, pulling various items out and placing them on the counter.

“I have not made Settrigh a packed lunch in a long time,” she said. “He has been independent for so long now that it feels like I do not get to be a mother much anymore.”

She began to spread out the supplies, which included a head of cabbage. “I used to make cabbage rolls as a special treat when Settrigh was sick or feeling upset.”

“They sound delicious!” you replied warmly.

Ciorah’s smile looked sad as she peeled a leaf from the cabbage. “I fear he ate them too often when he was younger because of my choices. If I had been more careful with who I loved, maybe he could have had a happier childhood.”

“Ciorah…” You didn’t know what to say to her sad admission.

“I have always regretted not giving Settrigh a loving father. He deserves better than to have to work so hard to provide for his pitiful mother…” she trailed off, tears in her eyes.

“You’re not pitiful!” you said sternly. “And you’re not to blame for what happened. The only one who is pitiful here is his father.”

Ciorah spoke your name softly, and you calmed down enough to realize you had insulted her husband to her face and hastily apologized.

Ciorah wiped her tears with her sleeve, shaking her head. “There is no need for you to apologize. You have not said anything about his father that I have not thought myself. Sometimes I just wish I could have done more to help Settrigh.”

“He loves you,” you insisted. “He’s happy that he can take care of you. I know he would be sad if he heard you say you weren’t a good enough mom.”

“I am glad he has you,” she said as she began to wrap the cabbage around the ball of filling. “I suppose this is all practice for when you really become my daughter.”

“Ciorah?” You dropped the cabbage roll you were working on in shock at her words.

Ciorah looked confused. “You and Settrigh are a couple now, are you not?”

“How… how did you…?” you stuttered.

She giggled as she reached down to fix the cabbage roll you had dropped, easily patting it back into the proper shape. “Just a feeling that I have been having as of late.”

“Oh.” You felt a bit embarrassed that she already knew, but not upset. You were relieved that she was fine with you seeing her son, since you knew her approval meant a lot to both you and Sett.

She placed the roll she was working on down on the tray before turning to you and bending down in a low bow. “Please take care of my precious son. I wish you both happiness.”

“Ciorah, what–”

She raised her head, smiling softly, her lilac hair flowing over one shoulder. “Sorry to startle you. It is an old Vastayan custom from my tribe to show gratitude to your child’s partner.”

“There’s no need,” you replied with a laugh. “If anything, I have infinitely more gratitude for you. I would be on the streets or worse if you didn’t save my life when you took me in. Your tribe made a mistake when they exiled one of the kindest women I’ve ever met.”

Ciorah looked down bashfully. “After all this time, I think that it may be for the best that I was cast out from my tribe. As much as you needed help, you have returned to the lives of me and my son. It is now Settrigh and I that are better for having you in our lives.”

The cabbage rolls were all but forgotten for the moment as Ciorah hugged you gently, stroking your hair in a way that only a mother could. You knew that you could easily live a thousand years without hearing those words from your own parents, and yet Ciorah spoke them easily and genuinely. You doubted you could have found better people to surround yourself with if you had searched the entirety of Runeterra.

Eventually the tender moment mellowed out and you were able to complete the cabbage rolls, and now you were sat at Ciorah’s kitchen table while she gently packaged the food before placing it into a hand-woven bag.

“I am sure Settrigh will be delighted to have food brought to him by you,” she said as she placed the bag on the table in front of you. “You will have to tell me how he reacts to the surprise.”

“I will!” you promised.

“You should go,” Ciorah said. “I am sure you would rather see him than hear more sad stories from an old Vastayan like myself.”

Before you could insist that you liked hearing her stories, the small woman had pulled you with her to her front door in a way that reminded you heavily of when you had left Inora’s home earlier that morning. Why were they both getting so worked up about you bringing Sett lunch?

“Ah, young love…” Ciorah said dreamily. “It has been a long time since I was your age.”

You knew she meant well, but you weren’t sure how much more embarrassment you could take at the hands of the two women today. When she would not take no for an answer, you finally acquiesced and bid Ciorah farewell to head off to the pit.

You were relieved that it was a cool day out, because you really needed it for your flaming cheeks, still glowing with embarrassment from Ciorah’s teasing. The streets were not too busy, largely populated by children playing and a few people milling about the stalls of the marketplace looking at the various goods that were for sale.

The chatter of the early afternoon crowds was a welcome difference from Ionian nightlife. Even now, you stuck to main roads only. Although those men could not come after you now, you would not give anyone else the chance to hurt you again, not now that Sett had enlightened you to the true strength that you possessed. But you were determined to not give them the opportunity to try, making sure to give a wide berth to the few obviously sketchy characters you noticed hanging about on your walk to the pit.

Shifting the packaged lunch to one hand, you approached the doors at last. They were much taller than you were, which made sense, as pretty much all the people who walked through them cut a more imposing figure than you did.

You raised a closed fist, rapping it against the door a few times, the sound louder than you thought it would be. You stood very still, listening intently for any sounds of someone approaching from inside. When you heard nothing, you tried the door again, furrowing your brow. This may be a more difficult operation than you had initially assumed…

Sett could not have been more obvious if he had been trying. Ryo had noticed immediately, which wasn’t unexpected as he had known the boss a long time, but even the dumbest of the pit staff had picked up on Sett’s suddenly uplifted mood during the previous night’s matches. Nobody said anything to the large man out of fear of souring his pleasant mood, but Ryo silently smiled with anticipation for the next day during the profit counting.

Ryo strolled leisurely into the building at mid-morning, knowing Sett would likely already be there. Counting the night’s earnings was a particular point of pride for Sett, especially when he set aside the portion that was to go to his mother.

But Ryo was still curious about his friend’s mood the previous night, and there was no time better than the present to test out his theory of a mystery girl in Sett’s life. With that thought in mind, Ryo pushed open the door and stepped into the room.

“You’re late,” Sett’s gruff voice rang out playfully from behind a pile of coins he had been counting.

“Not all of us have someone to wake up to in the morning,” Ryo replied, testing the waters.

“Tryin’ to pick a fight with me this early in the mornin’?” Sett growled, but Ryo knew there was no true bite behind the boss’ words.

“If it isn’t a girl, then what?” Ryo replied, sitting down to begin counting coins alongside Sett. “You were downright pleasant yesterday. Nobody pissed themselves with fear just by looking at you, has to be a new record.”

Sett scoffed. “Guess I gotta hire men that know how to mind their own business.”

Ryo ignored the jab. “What’s the harm in bringing her by for a visit? You afraid one of us will steal her from you?”

Ryo didn’t usually push Sett’s buttons this hard, but it was the only way he could think of to get his friend to open up. Asking nicely had never been a great approach with the hardy half-Vastayan. And judging by how Sett’s nostrils flared and his eyes darkened, he knew that Ryo was egging him on. Ryo only hoped that he had pissed Sett off enough for him to disclose some information.

Sett exhaled through his nose. “She don’t need to be paraded around the likes of this place.”

So there was a girl. Ryo didn’t let any of the victory he was feeling internally show on his face. The admission of your existence from Sett was all Ryo was willing to risk pushing for. He knew that Sett had an image to maintain, so he would allow his friend a break from the questions.

Ryo stood up from his seat. “Looks like we’re a few coin bags short. Be right back.”

Sett waved a hand in dismissal, and Ryo took that as his cue to leave. Closing the door behind him, Ryo made his way to the storage room, grabbing a handful of cloth bags. Finding the usual box less full than usual, he made a mental note to have more commissioned.

Ryo took some extra time to survey their other supplies, noting some other supplies that were running low. Tempers tended to run hot in the pit, and he was used to paying attention to the small things to prevent as many incidents as possible. Sett had no problems shutting arguments down himself, but if resolution of all conflicts was left up to the boss, they would certainly be down quite a few employees.

Bags in hand, Ryo finally left the room. The fighters tended to get antsy if they didn’t have their money in their hands as soon as they left the ring, which made pre-bagging booking fees all the more important. Who knew that bloodthirsty meatheads had hair-trigger tempers? Shocking.

He was about to turn down the hallway that led back to the office when he heard a faint noise coming from the front of the building. Turning on his heel, he walked towards the main hall, and it became obvious that the noises he was hearing were coming from the currently-locked front door.

Ryo sighed; unexpected visitors to the pit never tended to be anything good. Unexpected guests usually fell into one of a few categories; sore losers coming to complain about their lost bets, angry fighters arguing about not being rebooked, and the occasional women trying to get a one-on-one meeting with Sett. Ryo had some fighting capabilities; he would have to in order to work in the pit, but he wasn’t looking forward to potentially dealing with the heavily-muscled woman from last week if she had decided to stop by again to insist that the boss wouldn’t be able to resist her if Ryo would just let her in to see him.

It was with dread that he approached the door just as the knocking stopped. Bracing himself for a confrontation, Ryo began to unlatch the many locks that kept the door closed to the outside. Once the door had been fully unlocked, Ryo opened it slowly to give himself time to assess the situation. His brows raised lightly in surprise as the door opened to reveal a face he wasn’t expecting, a face he found was familiar to him.

You were about to give up and turn back when the door began to creak open. You felt a jolt of anticipation shoot up your spine, and your mind flitted around; should you shout surprise, or just say hello like this was normal? You couldn’t make up your mind, and it seemed you wouldn’t have to, as the door opened to reveal not Sett, but another man.

The slender man in the doorway had black hair pulled back in a ponytail, his clothes simple but flashy, vest and sleeves trimmed with silver. He held what looked like pouches in his arms, and as you looked up from them to his face, you realized that you had seen him before. He had been the one to separate you from your kidnappers that night at the pit, and the realization left you speechless, whatever you wanted to say disappearing from your mind entirely.

The man’s cautious look morphed into a friendly smile as he opened the door fully, stepping aside to allow you in. When you hesitated, unsure of what to do, he chuckled, a knowing look in his eye that you weren’t able to decipher.

“You’re here to see the boss, aren’t you?” he asked. “Can’t say I expected this, but he doesn’t have bad taste.”

You weren’t following what he was talking about, but you had a feeling that he knew more than he was letting on. You didn’t want to push him on the subject and chance missing out on seeing Sett, so you simply nodded, following him inside the building.

You watched as he locked several very complicated-looking locks, bolting the door firmly shut. What had you just walked into? This man had helped you before, but what if he was just like the crooked security guard, or the man who had let those creeps enter you into the fight?

Before you had a further chance to assess him, he turned around with a smile, offering you his hand. “Nice to meet you, miss. My name is Ryo.”

He looked friendly enough, you reasoned, as you took his hand, giving him your name in return. If he got unfriendly, you had your powers to rely on. That and Sett had assured you that everyone who had conspired in your ordeal had been swiftly shown the door.

He nodded once, releasing your hand and beginning to head down the hallway. You followed behind him, still unsure of what to make of the situation, but you were at least inside the building now.

“You’re looking well,” he spoke up as if he was talking to an old friend. “I apologize that your previous experience with the pit was so… reprehensible.”

“It’s okay.” You weren’t really sure what else to say as you looked around the hallway as you walked with him. Last time you were here, it had been under duress, so you didn’t really have a chance to look around.

The area was more pristine than you would have thought a fighting pit would be. Banners boldly decorated the walls and the stone floors were remarkably clean, but most notable to you was the silence. It was a little eerie to you just how quiet it was, a big difference to the raucous atmosphere the pits had on fight nights. Silence just didn’t fit a place like this.

“I s’pose I should thank you,” Ryo said as he stopped suddenly.

“For what?” you asked, stopping beside him.

“He’s been happier lately,” Ryo answered sincerely. “I assume that’s thanks to you.”

You felt something click into place in your mind as embarrassment flooded your face. “Did he–”

“…tell me about you?” Ryo finished before shaking his head with a chuckle. “Not quite. He’s just a little too obvious for his own good.”

“Oh.” Inora had said the exact same thing earlier, you realized.

His carefree smile turned conspiratorial, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned closer to you. “Can I ask you to do something for me?”

You stared at him with wide eyes, but something about the playfulness in his own eyes made you feel inclined to agree to his request.

“Alright…” you said warily, hoping you hadn’t just agreed to something dangerous.

“I only need you to trust me,” he said with a grin. “I just want to give that guy a surprise.”

That still didn’t sound like an explanation to you, but your curiosity kept you silent as Ryo raised a finger to his lips, leading you further down the hallway. As you were about to reach a door at the end of the hall, he held his arm out in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Just stay right there,” he whispered, approaching the door as you stayed just out of view, still not sure what he was planning to do.

You watched as he approached the door, pulling it open partway, but not enough for anyone inside to be able to see you. Knowing Sett was in there made you feel a little giddy about surprising him; there was no way he could possibly expect you to come here to see him. You clutched the handmade food to your chest, heart beating loudly in your ears as you waited in anticipation.

“Boss, I found an intruder,” Ryo said, shocking you cold with the serious tone his voice had taken on. You would have really been concerned if he hadn’t quickly turned back to you with a wink before facing forward again.

“An intruder?” Sett’s voice echoed from inside the room. “And you’re bringin’ ‘em to me?”

“Thought you’d want to deal with it personally,” Ryo said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

Sett sighed. “Bring ‘em in.”

“If you say so,” Ryo replied, sounding all too pleased with himself as he stepped back from the door, motioning you forward.

Now that the attention was all on you, you froze. What if he was annoyed? What if he thought you were wasting his time coming here?

“Well?” Ryo prompted gently. “Go on in.”

It was clearly too late to run away now. You knew you were just standing there like an idiot, but you couldn’t make your feet move. You were taking too long to do something, and clearly Sett had gotten impatient as you were startled by the sound of sudden footsteps heading towards your direction.

“Whimperin’ in his boots?” Sett’s voice was getting closer. “I ain’t real fond of my time bein’ wasted–”

The second his figure fully emerged from the room and he spotted you, he stopped in his tracks, looking stunned. You offered a smile, still embarrassed, watching as he turned his sharp gaze to Ryo.

Ryo shrugged his shoulders casually, not intimidated in the least. “I can finish the totals myself. Give you some time to deal with the intruder.”

Ryo passed by his boss, heading into the room before turning back with his hand on the door. “She’s cute. I approve.”

“You–” Sett didn’t get a chance to properly respond as Ryo closed the door on the dumbfounded pit boss.

You sheepishly approached him and he turned from facing the door to look down at you. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you.”

He snorted. “Nah, you just saved me another hour of bein’ stuck in there with him,” Sett replied, gesturing to the room behind him with a jerk of his head.

“You’re welcome, in that case!” you joked as he leaned down to kiss you.

He pulled away with a grin, wrapping an arm around your waist. “How about I show you the best seat in the house?”

You weren’t really sure what he meant, but you readily agreed. Sett led you back down the hall you had come from, walking back to the front door before turning down the wide hallway that you knew led to the fighting pits.

You thought he was taking you through the main doors into the pit, but he led you further down the hall and up to a black door that he pulled open for you. Ascending the stairs behind the door led you to an open doorway that opened up to the rows and rows of stands that surrounded the pit.

You were momentarily stunned at how different the pit looked from up above. The pit itself was large, but it looked so much smaller from above than it did when you had been down there. It felt weird looking down at the scene of one of the worst moments of your life, but you weren’t afraid. Not with Sett at your side. You were not weak and powerless, not anymore, and looking down at the pit from the other side of that awful moment proved that to you.

Sett led you around to the side of the stands until you found yourself beside a large chair lined with red fabric, the chair directly facing the far end of the pit. You realized immediately that this had been where Sett was sitting that night when you met eyes with him from down in the pit.

“You really left your mark,” Sett said, and you turned your head to see what he was looking at.

Your focus was immediately drawn to the wall behind the chair, the splash of black standing out against the russet-toned wall. You stepped away from Sett’s side to run a hand along the charred wall, black flecks coming off on your fingers.

“Thought you were aimin’ for me until I saw what the other guy looked like,” Sett commented.

“My fire got all the way over here?” you asked, feeling like you were stating the obvious.

Sett smirked. “Fastest match I’ve seen in a long time.”

You moved your hand away from the wall, rubbing your fingers together to rid them of the flecks of soot. You looked back to see Sett standing a few feet away, looking over the pit, his ears twitching towards you as he heard your footsteps approach him.

He placed his hands on the railing that separated the stands from the pit. “Hey, how ‘bout a match?”

Your eyes went wide. “Against you? I don’t have a death wish!”

Sett laughed. “I ain’t gonna kill ya. Besides, Inora would go crazy on me if I sent you back with a single scratch.”

“Is this some weird attempt to convince me to become a pit fighter?” you asked.

“Nah,” he replied. “You’re too hot when you fight. It’d be bad for business if I got hard every time my girl was on stage charrin’ some poor soul.”

“Sett!” you cried out, covering your face with your hands. Did he have no shame at all?

“C’mon, princess, it’ll be fun. I’ll even tie one hand behind my back,” he offered, sending you a confident grin before vaulting himself over the railing, easily landing on his feet despite the twenty foot drop.

You rushed to lean over the railing to see him staring up at you as if he hadn’t just jumped out of the stands when there were perfectly good staircases available. Inora was right, he really was such a show-off, especially as of late.

You reeled back slightly in surprise when he called your name, opening his arms wide in a gesture that left no room for misinterpretation.

“No, no way…” you said, before realizing that he definitely couldn’t hear your muttering from all the way down there and leaned forward again. “I’m not jumping down there! I’ll break my legs!”

“I’ll catch ya, stop worryin’!” he called back to you with a wide grin.

“This is dumb,” you said to yourself, finding it hard to refuse the big doofus’ request as you leaned over the railing to gage just how far the drop would be.

“Ain’t got all day, city girl!” Sett called up teasingly.

You felt like an idiot for even considering it, but you reluctantly put the bag of food down onto Sett’s fancy chair, not wanting it to get ruined by dropping it twenty feet along with you. This was dumb, but you knew that you would be fine. Sett was a lot to handle sometimes, but you were confident that he was worthy of your trust.

Keeping that thought at the forefront of your mind, you began to climb over the railing. You stood on the other side of the railing, still clinging to it to keep yourself from falling as you looked down to see Sett still in the same position just below you. Taking a deep breath, you counted to five before letting go of the railing and jumping off.

You were too scared to even scream as you fell, hoping you had aimed your jump correctly. As the ground came closer, you closed your eyes, too nervous to keep them open. Despite your worries, you were smoothly caught in Sett’s arms before you hit the ground.

You slowly opened your eyes to see Sett’s face just above your own, one eyebrow raised good naturedly as if to gently chastise you for ever having any doubts that he would catch you. You were set gently on the ground before you had a chance to say anything, and watched as Sett began to roll his shoulders back, stretching out the muscles in his arms.

You looked at him warily. “You really want to fight?”

“If I did, I’d have to charge ya,” he joked.

“Then what?” you countered, and watched as his expression darkened.

“I live a dangerous lifestyle, and it’s too late to try and hide that from ya like I do with ma,” he admitted. “And the scumbags in this town never rest. Bein’ associated with me is dangerous, and I wanna make sure anyone who thinks they can hurt you regrets even tryin’.”

You weren’t about to deny that your technical combat skills were as non-existent as they came. You owed the few victories you had seen in fights almost exclusively to luck, so learning some actual techniques would definitely be a benefit to you, especially if you had to deal with any more creeps ordering glassworks from you. You had been lucky that day that Sett had been there to rescue you, but he couldn’t always be there when you were in trouble.

“Okay,” you agreed. “What should I do?”

Sett turned, walking to the middle of the pit before turning back to you, his shoulders squared. “Come at me.”

He laughed at your incredulous look. “Relax, I won’t hurt ya. Just gonna block. Need to see what I’m workin’ with here.”

“It’s not gonna be much,” you muttered to yourself, reluctantly assuming what you hoped was a good fighting position, your arms up in a boxing stance.

Sett stayed silent as he stared you down, waiting for you to make a move. His stare unnerved you, and you desperately searched your brain for any possible strategies to use. You knew that this was to help you; Sett wasn’t expecting you to beat him or pull off any fancy combat maneuvers. But at the same time, you wanted to impress him. You wanted so badly for him to acknowledge you in an arena that he was abundantly skilled in. You would make it your mission to get the better of him just one time.

With that thought in your mind, you stalked towards him, looking for any possible weaknesses, but he was a brick wall, staunch and unmoving. You pushed yourself onward until you were within arm’s reach of him; wasting no time, you thrust your fist out to try and jab him in the stomach. Before you made contact, your fist was easily blocked, Sett’s fingers curling over your hand before he gently pushed you back.

“Try again,” he said, and you were surprised at the gentle undertones in his voice.

And so you did, this time aiming your fist at his arm, then aiming a kick at his side, both gently rebuffed by the large half-Vastayan. As your failed attacks continued to mount, you felt an inner drive to win emerge from deep inside you. But Sett was a very experienced pit fighter, as well as having more muscle on him than you could ever hope to achieve. You couldn’t hope to defeat him utterly, but the blank, appraising stare he continued to maintain in your direction really made you want to knock him on his ass.

You didn’t have to reinvent the wheel; you would just have to surprise him enough to gain even a moment’s advantage. All he had seen from you so far was your poorly-executed punches and kicks, but you still had one trick up your sleeve that you could only hope he wouldn’t see coming.

“No shame in admitting defeat,” Sett said with a grin. “You wouldn’t be the first.”

You ignored his words as you approached him, paying careful attention to seeming as innocent as possible, hoping that he thought you would be going in for another weak attack. And judging by his expression, he thought just that.

You threw a punch towards him, waiting until he moved his own arm to catch your first before you made your move. At once, you pulled your arm back upwards to direct flames straight at his face, while your other hand sent flames at his feet, making the ground underneath him unsteady.

As you had hoped, the shock of the fire licking at his face sent him reeling back, the unsteady ground underneath him causing him to stumble. Instead of giving him time to catch himself, you used the opportunity to dive at him, your added weight sending him crashing onto the ground, landing on his back with a grunt. You fell down with him, hands splayed on his chest and legs laid over his own.

You stared down at him with the haughtiest look you could manage. “No shame in admitting defeat,” you parroted back to him, unable to hold back your glee at getting the better of the experienced fighter.

Sett’s hand was at the back of your head almost instantly, pulling your face down for him to roughly lock your lips together. He was ruthless, and you couldn’t help a moan as his other hand massaged circles into your side. When he pulled away at last, you were left panting.

“You really don’t get just how hot you are when you go all out,” Sett said with a soft look in his eyes.

Sett shifted himself up, and you found yourself in his lap as he sat up, his arms still around you. You were relieved to see that you had held back properly; there were small beads of sweat from the heat of your fire on his neck and forehead, but the rest of his face showed no ill signs. It seemed that your guess was right; you were able to restrain your powers when you wanted them to be harmless to someone. You had suspected something like that after you had melted the group of thugs but left Sett unharmed.

You were excited that you had learned more about how your powers worked, but Sett didn’t seem to like being ignored for your thoughts. His hands on your waist leaned you backwards, and then before you could blink, you were pinned to the floor.

Sett had shifted entirely from work mode to play mode, it seemed. The stern, calculating look in his eyes was long gone, replaced by a twinkle of mischief that told you that he wasn’t done with you yet.

His body enveloped yours; he was so much bigger than you, easily able to cage your body thoroughly with his own. You suspected that your combat training was over for the day, as you doubted that this was a strategy he used with actual opponents in the pit.

You tried to struggle in his hold, but all that got you was Sett leaning further into you, caging your wrists together with one of his hands and supporting his weight with the other. You wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon if it was up to him, clearly.

You smiled up at him playfully. “How am I supposed to break out of this? You’re way too big for me to be able to do anything.”

His lips turned up in a sly grin. “You didn’t seem to mind me bein’ too big a few nights ago.”

“Sett!” You gaped at him, a shiver rushing down your spine at the reminder of that memory.

It was clear where his mind was going, and while you didn’t mind cutting the lesson short, the setting he had chosen was a little lacking.

“Sett,” you said matter-of-factly, and he hummed in response, leaning down to kiss at your neck. “Is a dirty pit floor really the most romantic location you could think of?”

His lips at your neck stilled and he pulled away with an exaggerated sigh. “It ain’t even that dirty. Arena gets cleaned between nights.”

Sett stood back up, taking your hand to pull you up to your feet as well. You looked around the sandy ground, reluctantly agreeing with Sett’s assertion when you didn’t notice any bloodstains, teeth, or anything else you would associate with a place where people were beat up on the regular. But still, your standards weren’t quite low enough to want to do anything with Sett here.

You squeaked in surprise as Sett picked you up and began to walk to the pit’s exit doors. “My office sound good to ya?”

“I can walk, you know…” you protested weakly as Sett walked through the empty backstage area, turning to head down the hallway.

“Try sayin’ that again after I’m done with ya,” he replied smoothly as he shifted your body towards one of his arms, reaching out with the other one to open the door he had stopped in front of.

You hadn’t really gotten a good look at the room Sett had been in before, but you could easily tell that this room was much bigger. There was a large wooden desk at the center of the room, a bigger-than-average chair behind it, likely to accommodate Sett’s large frame. The floor was covered by a large burgundy rug that led up to where the desk was, and several smaller chairs sat in front of the desk, which you assumed was for visitors to his office.

Sett didn’t stop at the desk, instead walking past it and up to a lone door at the back of the room, gently kicking it open and walking through. The adjoining room was much smaller, with just enough room for a decently-sized backless couch.

“It’s a lot of work to run this damn place,” Sett said as he set you down on the couch. “Got this for when I don’t got enough time to go home and sleep.”

Before you could ask how often it was that he slept here, he was on you again, body pressing you back into the couch. You relaxed into the couch as he kissed you, realizing that you had missed him more than you thought despite the short time you had been apart.

You reached a hand up to trail your nails along one of his soft ears and then card through his hair, receiving a pleased rumble from deep in his chest against your lips in reply. Your other hand rested at the side of his neck as your tongues met, desperately trying to anchor yourself to him so you wouldn’t fall off of the couch.

Sett pulled back just as you were starting to feel a little too breathless. You were left confused as he backed off of the couch entirely, instead getting to his knees in front of it.

You yelped in surprise as he grabbed you by your ankles, twisting your body around so that you were facing him feet first. You watched him warily as he removed your shoes, gently tossing them aside. You had thought maybe this was his odd way of offering a foot massage or something until he reached up to your hips and began to pull your pants down your legs, his fingers hooked into your underwear as well to bring all the clothing from your lower half down and off your legs.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he tossed the clothes to the side to join your shoes. You wanted to squirm away from him and his probing gaze, but his large hands were on your knees, keeping your legs spread apart.

You felt shyness creep up on you, feeling very exposed, but one look at Sett’s happy grin momentarily distracted you. You still weren’t really sure what he was doing, but his adoring gaze was somehow making you feel even more self-conscious.

“Ya know, you’re not half bad in a fight,” Sett said, his hands moving from your knees up to your hips, pulling you forward until your ass was right at the edge of the couch, Sett on the ground between your legs. “And you came here just t’ surprise me. Let me give my girl a little reward, ‘kay?”

You were so stunned by what he was implying that all you could do was blush as he lifted your lower half up by your thighs. “Legs around my shoulders, princess.”

There was no way that you could pretend that you didn’t know what his intentions were at this point, so you steeled your nerves and allowed your legs to be moved over his shoulders. As soon as you were more or less secured in place, Sett dove forward, his hands under your ass to lift your lower body further towards his face before his mouth was on you.

You cried out, leaning your upper body back onto the couch as Sett’s tongue flicked against your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed as he moved onwards, grazing your clit gently with his teeth before licking along your folds. His motions easily betrayed his eagerness as his hot breath washed over your most sensitive areas before he darted his tongue inside you as you squirmed around, unable to keep your moans and cries from bubbling up from your throat as he ate you out.

Your breath hitched as Sett’s tongue pressed even deeper inside you, his teeth gently nudging against your skin. He was relentless, and it was all you could do to writhe against the couch, nails digging into the soft material as Sett moved back to suck at your clit. You knew that you couldn’t hang on much longer, crying out Sett’s name in a breathy voice as the pleasure you were feeling crested to a peak.

Sett pulled away just as you felt overstimulation creeping up on you. You were left panting as you laid there, opening your eyes at last to see Sett staring at you, looking especially proud of himself.

“Feelin’ good, baby?” he asked with a toothy grin.

“Yeah…” you admitted shyly.

“Hope you’re ready to feel even better,” he said, standing up.

When he just stood there, staring inquisitively at you, you realized that he was looking for approval from you to do what he clearly wanted to do next. You sat up slowly, legs feeling like jelly. You brushed some loose strands of hair behind your ear before bringing your hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head along with your bra. You felt an immediate surge of confidence as Sett’s attention was immediately drawn to your breasts, and with how tight his pants were, it was easy for you to see just how turned on he was.

“Just wanna be inside you already,” he said as he reached down to unzip his pants. “You’re too hot for your own good.”

Sett hastily removed his own clothing, uncaring to where it landed in his urgency to get naked. Turning his attention back to you, he lifted you easily, sitting down on the couch and placing you in his lap.

You leaned into him, reaching a hand up to stroke his ears, smiling happily as he closed his eyes at your touch. The fur of his ears was as soft as ever; it felt like you were petting a cat. A large, half-Noxian cat. Probably a bad train of thought to get distracted by in a moment like this, but his adorable ears were just so out of place with his otherwise-intimidating exterior.

“’Nuff of that,” Sett said, his voice sounding strained, hips rolling up against yours in an effort to remind you of his still very hard cock that was currently pressed up against your stomach.

You weren’t about to deny him a release, especially with how bad you wanted this too. Putting a hand on his shoulder, you lifted yourself up slightly, just enough to be able to grasp his cock so you could sink down onto him.

Sett’s eyes stayed locked with yours, his jaw clenching just a bit as you sunk down onto him, his large hands gripping your waist as your hips met. His eyes were dark with want as he lifted you up slightly before bringing you back down onto him, the growl he let out at the feeling making you dizzy with need for him.

Sett had boundless energy, his motions not wavering for an instant. As you both got closer and closer, he insistently sought your lips, catching them with his own every time he brought you back down. You kissed him back as well as you could with how overwhelmed you currently were, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to focus on every sensation you were experiencing as one.

He brought you down onto him more and more harshly, bucking his hips up to meet your own. Eventually, even Sett was too overwhelmed to focus on kissing you, groaning your name as he came, pulling you tightly against him. His lips pressed against your neck as he rutted gently against you, his fingers rubbing at your clit for the few moments more that it took for you to join him over the edge.

You were panting from exertion as Sett rested his forehead against yours. “Glad you came out t’ the pit.”

His words helped clear the post-sex fog from your mind, and you shook your head quickly as you remembered why it was you had come to see him. You jolted up, and would have fell over if it hadn’t been for Sett’s hands keeping you steady astride his lap.

“Woah, what–”

“The cabbage rolls!” you interrupted him. “I left them back in the stands.”

Sett gripped your chin and turned your face back towards his, raising an eyebrow at you. “Cabbage rolls?” he asked playfully.

“Oh.” You were a little embarrassed to be caught in your own world right in front of him. “I told Ciorah I wanted to surprise you at work and she helped me make some cabbage rolls since she said they were your favorite.”

Sett’s grin was dazzling as he leaned in for a chaste kiss. “You tryin’ to bribe me?”

“Bribe you for what?” you replied teasingly. “I don’t need to bribe you to beat you in a fight if you recall half an hour ago.”

“Oh yeah?” Sett replied lowly, a challenge glowing in his eyes. “You sayin’ you want a rematch?”

Sett picked you up before you could reply, and you hastily grabbed at his biceps to keep yourself steady. “Sett, what–”

He shrugged in response, poorly feigning innocence. “Hey, you’re the one startin’ things with me. The boss’s gotta defend his title.”

“Not while we’re naked!” you protested, wriggling in his hold. “Ryo could–”

Sett sighed in mock annoyance. “Can’t make up her mind.”

“What? But you were the one who suddenly…” you trailed off indignantly.

“Just wanted to tease ya,” he replied with a laugh. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the faces you make.”

He turned back to the couch, setting you back down on it before bending down to pick up his discarded pants. He pulled them on, zipping them most of the way up before turning his attention back to you.

“I should visit you at work next time,” he suggested.

You fixed him with an unimpressed look. “Last time you were at my work, you grabbed my butt in front of my boss!”

Sett laughed loudly in response. “I’ll do it when she’s not lookin’ next time.”

He was not quite fast enough to dodge the shoe you threw at his head.

#reader insert #xreader #league of legends #league of legends sett #sett x reader #league of legends x reader #smut #lol x reader #sett

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ender-baggins · 3 years

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Just watched 14x13 Lebanon.

Will preface with the fact that this was a bit of my commentary on the previous episode, and that I do think John Winchester was a crap parent

Lebanon was a pretty good episode, actually. I know some people hate it, and I started off prepared to seethe every moment that John was on screen. but then I managed to get one foot out of the John-crit zone and put it in Sam and Dean’s shoes, and looking at it from both perspectives? The episode has a lot of nuance to it.

Spoilers for this 14x13 Lebanon (obviously)

Overall I think the most important thing to remember about this episode: the theme is that some things are too good to be true.

I knew which episode it was, but I was surprised because I thought it has been in season 15, and then John didn’t show up for a while, so I thought I was wrong until the Pearl came up.

I gotta hand it to Jensen. When John appeared, there were so many emotions packed into Dean’s face in that first short scene, I had to rewatch it several times to get them. Part of it was simple shock, but I could also see… something a little like panic in his face, along with Waay too many emotions for me to name.

The conversation between Sam and John was… I started off mad and then focused more on Sam’s perspective and realized that… yeah, Sam isn’t the same person he was last time he saw his dad. And he didn’t get closure. He never got a chance to get real closure on it, and then here, he did, at least in some form.

Also, interesting thing I noticed- I could see the beginnings of how it could turn into another argument, and John said something that seemed a little accusatory, “you didn’t have a problem talking about it before you left,” and then Sam was like “nope, not gonna argue, not gonna do it, REDIRECTING-“ Which, after what Dean said in the scene before—

—Sam doesn’t want to mess this up for Dean. No way is he gonna start a fight, not now, not when they just got their dad back.

I don’t like the last line of Sam and John’s conversation: “But you did your best, dad. You – you fought for us, and you loved us, and… that’s enough.” Because honestly- it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t. And… dammit he could have done better. But then again, that’s Sam’s dad, and he’s been dead for over a decade, and sometimes people tend to put rose-colored glasses on over the past. So I’ll still happily condemn John’s parenting but I won’t condemn Sam just because he’s unable to see things for what they are in this case.

Now- my absolute favorite part of this entire episode is the section of Sam and Dean going to get groceries and noticing things are changed, and realizing “oh shit, what else is different?”

One, gotta love Dean for implying that Sam being a kale nut is a worse thing than Dean being considered a serial killer by society (which, it’s not like society is wrong??). Like, ah yes, wonderful priorities there, Dean. You’re a wanted killer with your face up in the town, but clearly Sam giving a lecture about the wonders of kale is a much worse thing. (If you can’t tell, I’m being incredibly sarcastic here)

And then here. Castiel’s appearance. I was screeching watching this. Completely freaking out- so much adrenaline. I bet if I’d taken my pulse it would have been skyrocketing-

This was followed by the scene of Castiel and Zachariah in the restaurant, which was Awesome, very clearly highlighting the difference that Dean and the Winchesters made in Cas’s life (later this will be relevant in the Confession - “You changed me, Dean”).

*cue me posting an unnecessary amount of screenshots*

Castiel unfurls his wings—

(Note the messy hair from flying around everywhere. Not the same as his old haircut, but they did what they could with Misha’s hair at the time)

Notice that Dean’s got the angel blade point down, and when he attacks Castiel, he’s using the blunt end to hit him, not the sharp end

(On the other hand, Sam uses the sharp end of the blade to swipe at Castiel. No judgement from me here, Sam sees this as “not our Cas” while Dean still sees this as “my Cas, I can talk him away from Heaven again.”)

Then, the most interesting thing here- when Cas pins Dean agains the wall, Dean’s not even trying to fight Cas here.

See how his hand settles on Castiel’s chest? Not really pressing, just touching. His other hand is gripping Castiel’s wrist, I imagine to try to remove enough pressure from his neck that he can speak. Trying to use his connection to Cas to get Castiel to stop hurting him. And it doesn’t work. Castiel stares him the eyes, not even a flicker of doubt or questioning.

You’ll note that I referred to alternate Castiel in this episode as exclusively “Castiel” and not “Cas.” Because it’s not Cas. Cas is the angel that saved Dean from Hell, and the angel that’s been by Dean’s side for 11 years (at this point in time). And this Castiel has not done that. So he is not Cas.

I’m reminded of the scene wayy back in season 5 where Cas beats Dean up in the alley for trying to give up and give in to Michael. There, Dean actually encouraged Cas to kill him, at the end, and Cas softens. Can’t exactly parse out the parallels there because my brain isn’t working, but there you go.

Now, probably my favorite conversation with John is this one, with Dean.

Right here. The way that Dean says “I have a family.”

It feels almost defiant. “I do have a family. I have Sam, Cas, Mom, Jack. My mother, my brother, my best friend… and I have a son, we all have a son. And beyond that, I’ve got Jody and Donna and Claire and the girls. I do have a family. Yeah, it doesn’t look like the apple pie life, the white picket fence, wife and kids, and yeah, our son is the child of Lucifer, and yeah, I’m in love with my best friend who’s an angel in a man’s body, and I wouldn’t trade him for any woman, and you’d hate that. But they’re my family. And I’m good with that.”

It’s proud, it’s a little defiant, it’s also a little bit of a reassurance, as we see from John’s smile afterward. I don’t think John caught the hint of a challenge in there.

I loved that moment. That might be my favorite line in the entire episode. “I have a family.”

I also like… Dean’s acceptance, “I’m good with who I am.” Part of that… I think it’s both a good thing and a sad thing and also a half lie at the same time. I think he’s good with who he is, in the sense that he’s accepted that he and Sam are the people that have to fill this role in the world, y’know, saving everyone. I think he loves the people he’s with, he loves his family and wouldn’t trade them for anything, not even having John back. No way would he ever trade Cas or Jack or Sam, or Mary, for anything else, ever.

It’s sad, though, because it’s like… he can’t imagine who he’d be if he had a different life. Yes, he’s had a few runs at an apple-pie life, but they weren’t happy, there was always something wrong nagging at him. He… I think he believes there’s no way for him to be happy, and that this is the best he could have.

I’m not even sure how to analyze the goodbye scene. I mean, the clearest thing here is just so much grief from everyone. They got a taste of their father back, and now he has to go back to being dead. There’s so many complicated feelings for both of the brothers, because of the complicated relationship with John, but in the end? They can’t help but love him, and they can’t help but feel grief at losing him. I won’t fault them for that.

In short, I wanna give Dean a gigantic hug and also give him therapy-

And then Cas coming back to the bunker when he did. I bet he sensed something and headed back to the bunker as fast as he could. Also, no clue what he experienced during the whole “Castiel and Zachariah are alive” thing. I imagine it’s possible there were two Cas’s running around for a bit? Because Mary didn’t get affected by the pearl. And Sam was there with his own memories, despite there being videos up of him doing things in the parallel universe. As for Cas, he’s part of Dean’s group of “people” so my guess is two Castiels running around for a little bit.

I like how Dean looks at Cas at the end. He’s relieved to have his angel back.

In summary-

The theme of this episode is “some things are too good to be true.” John came back, the four of them got their moment together, but John couldn’t stay. Things were good for that single afternoon, because everyone was just happy to see each other again, but it sent so much stuff into chaos that it couldn’t last, it had to be undone. And even then, if they’d tried to keep going with it, I know it would have degraded, the illusion of perfection would shatter, and they’d fall into old habits, old arguments and new ones.

And so it had to end.

#THIS IS NOT JOHN APOLOGISM #JOHN IS A TERRIBLE PARENT #HE MAY HAVE APOLOGIZED BUT THAT DOESN’T ABSOLVE HIM OF HIS ACTIONS #john winchester #spn 14x13 #spn Lebanon #dean winchester #sam winchester #mary winchester #castiel #jack kline #destiel #supernatural #Ender’s musings

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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House Call

Neron “Creeper” Vargas x Reader

Request by my #1 @est1887: Ok here goes for creeper can you make it fluffy lol I love a good love story clearly lol: “Anything, just call me okay” “Call me now it urgent” “Actually I just miss you”

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries, hospitals

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Soo this is my first time writing for Creeper and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out! I may have gotten a little carried away...hence the 4.9k but this was a really fun one to write haha. Hope you guys enjoy! xo

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He winced, letting out an exaggerated groan as you stitched up the cut. You knew it probably hurt, but you also knew him well enough to know that he had been through much worse and wasn’t so dramatic about it. You smiled as you continued his stitches, “Pretending it hurts more than it actually does isn’t going to make me give you stronger painkillers, you know.”

He instantly dropped the act as a smile crossed his face, still looking up at the ceiling for a moment before looking at you, “What if I’m really convincing?”

Your eyes met his for a moment as you arched on eyebrow, “You’re not that good of an actor, Neron.”

He chuckled, and a genuine pang of pain shot through him as he did so he tried to still himself again. You hated how often he seemed to get banged up, but he was at least a good patient. You weren’t positive that he always took the full amount of recovery time, but all of his injuries seemed to heal with minimal issues so you couldn’t complain. His stitches always stayed clean, and he swore that he always did the full run of whatever types of meds you had him on when necessary. For someone who seemed so accident-prone, he took good care of himself.

There was a comfortable familiarity between the two of you. Friends may have been too strong of a word, but whenever he had to come and see you, or the rare occasions that you had to stop by the clubhouse to patch someone up, you always enjoyed talking to him. Even if it was while you were swabbing out and stitching up stab wounds or bullet holes.

You were putting a light bandage over the stitching so it wouldn’t get dirty. The slice went down the inside of his bicep and it wasn’t exactly the shallowest cut. It would take a bit of time to heal but you had no doubts that he would be back to normal sooner rather than later.

“I think,” you lightly traced your finger along his arm, inspecting your work, “you’re good to go.”

“Sending me away already, Doc?”

You smiled, “You’ll have to come back soon anyway so I can keep an eye on your stitches. You’ll be seeing me again in no time.”

“You always take such good care of us,” he was looking down at his bandage.

“That why you keep getting busted up?”

“It is a bonus.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Right. Well, I’m gonna send your prescription out. It’s a low-dose pain killer. Nothing crazy. Only take it if you need it. You know the drill.”

He chuckled, “Something like that.”

You looked at his arm and let out a small sigh, “Alright. Just because I know how you boys are, and that cut isn’t exactly in an optimal location, I’m gonna give you my number so you can get in touch with me if something starts to feel off or the stitches rip,” you scribbled your number down on a piece of scrap paper before handing it to him, “Anything happens, just call me, okay?”

He nodded, carefully folding and tucking the paper into the pocket of his kutte, “Thank you.”

You nodded, saying goodbye to him before walking out of the room to send his prescription to the pharmacy. The other doctors didn’t understand why you always jumped at the chance to treat the guys from the MC, but you did genuinely enjoy their company. They were all good to you, and you weren’t put off by the ink and kuttes like some of your coworkers.

He walked out of the room while you were sending out his prescription. You only noticed because you could hear all of his friends in the waiting room, instantly starting to crack jokes at his expense when he walked over to them. You smiled, shaking your head slightly—you couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying but you were sure that it was amusing.

Once it was all sent out, you made your way over to Creeper and the few guys from the club who had been there waiting for him to get patched up. They were all smiles when you walked over, and it was impossible to not return the gesture.

“You guys are in charge of making sure that he doesn’t get any new injuries while this one is healing, alright?” you gave them all pointed looks, “And no bikes for him until further notice.”

“They aren’t my parents,” Creeper said with a chuckle and a shake of his head, “I can take care of myself.”

You glanced at the bandage on his arm, “Mhm. I see this,” you laughed as your eyes met his, “Give me a call if anything happens, okay?”

He nodded, “Sure thing, Doc.”

As you walked away, you could hear Angel’s voice, “Give her a call? Alright, ‘mano. Good for you.”

You chuckled quietly as you walked off to see your next patient. There were, but one of your favorite things was the fact that you really got to meet and help so many different kinds of people. Stumbling into the circle of the MC had been completely out of your control, but you were glad that it happened. You just so happened to get assigned the right case in the free clinic a couple years ago and since then, you were essentially on Bishop’s speed dial whenever anything went down. He knew you were good at what you did, and could be discreet about it.

Days came and went, and you hadn’t heard anything from Creeper, or anyone for that matter. You supposed no news was good news, but you were curious to know how your patient was doing. You didn’t have his number, though, he only had yours. So you waited. You waited for a call from him, or a notification from the hospital that he had scheduled his follow-up appointment. Either one would be fine by you.

You were just getting off your shift, walking out to your car when your phone started to ring. You didn’t recognize the number, but you picked up anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Doc,” you recognized his voice immediately.

“Neron,” your tone was cautious as you fished your keys out of your purse, “Why do I get the feeling that this isn’t a good call?”

“Because…it’s not,” he chuckled, “It’s not terrible. I just…did something stupid.”

“Oh did you?” you shook your head as you sat down behind the wheel and threw your purse over into the passenger seat.

“Think I could come in and have you fix me up?”

You sighed, “I’m leaving for the day. Text me your address and I’ll just come to you—you shouldn’t be driving anyway.”

“O-okay,” he fumbled over his words for a moment, “I, I can do that.”

“I’ll see you soon,” you laughed, “Don’t do anything else until I get there.”

You were surprised by how close he lived to the hospital. And, by extension, how close he lived to you. Your house was only about a ten-minute drive away from his, if that. You knew it was a small world, but you didn’t think it was quite that small.

You walked up and knocked on the door, medical bag slung over your shoulder. You’d taken to keeping a decent amount of supplies on-hand once you became the on-call doctor for the club. A few moments later he opened the door, a nervous smile on his face.

“You called?” you offered up with a laugh.

You noticed some of the tension disappear from his body as he nodded, stepping out of the way to let you in. You didn’t know what you had been expecting the inside of his home to look like, but what you were seeing didn’t surprise you. Everything was clean and orderly, but it was sparse. He didn’t strike you as the kind of man who was super into interior design anyway.

You took off your shoes, nudging them off to the side as you followed him to the living room. You noticed that he was keeping his arm pinned to his side, trying to hide whatever damage he’d done. It was amusing to you solely because he was going to have to show you what happened if he wanted you to fix it.

He sat down on the couch and you pulled a chair over from his table so that you could sit in front of him facing him. You looked back and forth between his face and his arm, waiting for him to start offering up some sort of explanation.

“Before you get mad,” he gestured with his good arm, “let me explain.”

“Please do,” you smiled as you started taking things out of your bag.

“I was being good,” he was almost pleading, “I was staying home—no rides, no club shit. Figured that since I’m stuck in the house I might as well get a few things around here taken care of.”

You looked at him, eyebrows raised, “Did any of the things that needed to be taken care of involve any kind of heavy lifting?”

“I didn’t think it was heavy! Not until,” he finally showed you his arm.

A few of his stitches had definitely ripped. It would be a quick and easy fix, but you could tell by the look on his face that he felt like he was about to get in trouble in the principal’s office. You smiled as you carefully undid the bandage and started wiping the dried blood away.

“It could be worse,” you said with a chuckle.

You could see the relief in his body language when he realized that you weren’t frustrated or upset with him. His injury wasn’t at the top of his list of concerns—he knew that you’d be able to fix it. He just didn’t want you to be pissed off at him during or after the process of doing so.

You re-wrapped his arm and reiterated your previous instructions as you did, “No rides, no heavy lifting. You are a one-armed man for the foreseeable future,” you reached into your bag and pulled out a sling, “And just in case you forget I’m gonna strap you down with this,” you laughed as you fitted it onto him.

He shook his head, but smiled, “This isn’t necessary, Doc.”

“Clearly it is,” you laughed as you leaned back in the chair.

A few beats of silence passed before he looked you in the eyes and let a small smirk pass over his face, “Thank you, by the way. I owe you.”

You shook your head as you packed everything back into your bag, “You don’t owe me. I’m happy to help.”

You were putting the chair back in its rightful place when he asked, “I was gonna order pizza if you want to stick around. I know I just made your long day even longer,” he chuckled nervously, “It’s the least I could do.”

You smiled, nodding, “Pizza sounds good.”

The evening was much more comfortable than you thought it might be. It was the longest that you’d spent with any of the guys from the club, especially in a one-on-one setting. Creeper was easy to be around though, and he kept your laughing. You really didn’t even notice the time going by as the two of you lounged on the sofa, television on just for background noise.

“I would love to stay,” you stood up and stretched, “But I don’t get to stay home on bedrest tomorrow,” you laughed.

“Can doctors call in sick?” he asked with a smile.

You nodded, “We can. I try to save my sick hours for hangovers, though.”

He walked you out to your car, and you couldn’t believe how dark it’d gotten. You tossed your bag into your trunk and shut the door with a quiet sigh. Despite how long your day had been, you couldn’t deny that the ending to it all had been worth it. You hadn’t expected to have so much fun, to so badly want to stay a little longer.

“Thanks again for this, Y/N. I owe you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “The only thing you owe me is updates. That way I know your arm is still attached and healing.”

He laughed and nodded, “I can do that.”

You hugged him gently, careful not to press against his injured arm, “Take care of yourself, Neron.”

His smile was soft, “Get home safe.”

Telling him to keep you updated was all it took for him to keep in touch with you. Over the next few days, seeing text messages from him were welcome distractions in the midst of a lot of chaos at work. At some point in the morning, he would always send an update saying that he still had both arms, and that he was still wearing the sling. He would usually include whatever joke the other guys had made at his expense that day, just to reassure you that he was still taking it easy. You’d usually text him back on your lunch break, if you got one, or just when you had a spare moment to breathe for a couple minutes.

Soon it was more than just the once or twice a day check-ins. Slowly but surely the conversations started lasting all throughout the day. You obviously weren’t always able to respond to things right away, but nonetheless the two of you kept the conversation going regardless of what it was about. It was the first time in a long time that you had someone that you could talk to all day and not get bored. It was nice.

You were texting him as you were leaving work late one night, drained and pissed off at a call your supervisor had made. You were glad that you had a couple days off before you had to be back so you could cool off a bit and not say something that you’d regret.

“Free tonight?” you figured the worst that could happen was that he would say that he was busy.

You got his reply as you sat down in the driver’s seat of your car, “Yea. You ok?”

You sighed but smiled as you typed out your response, “Shitty day”

His reply was immediate, “Come over whenever. Not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon lol”

You chuckled, shaking your head. You let him know that you were going to go home to shower and change and then you’d be over. You hadn’t been back to see him in person since you fixed his stitches. And, despite the fact that the two of you had been texting every day, you found yourself missing him a little bit. Even though it had been a rough day, you were glad that you would be able to stop in and see him.

You knocked on his front door, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Showing up for something that wasn’t medical felt a little strange. You had no idea why there was a hint of nerves coursing through your body, but there was.

He opened the door, a smile spreading across his face, “Hey, come on in,” he stepped aside so you could come inside.

You slipped out of your sneakers and turned around to see Creeper staring at you. There was a smirk tugging at his lips and you felt your face get hot. You tugged at the hem of your tank top, letting out a nervous chuckle, “What?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. Just never seen you outta your scrubs, Doc,” he smiled, “Beer?”

You nodded, “Please.”

You collapsed down onto his couch and he appeared a few moments later with two open beer bottles, handing one to you. You took it happily, taking a long drink from it as he sat down on the couch next to you. He looked over at you, concern flashing across his features for a moment. Before he could ask you anything, you beat him to the punch.

“I know I’m not in my scrubs,” you looked at his arm, “But I’m still your doctor. What happened to the sling?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “I’ve been on my best behavior. No mishaps. I can’t go one night without it?”

You smiled, “Fine. One night,” you paused, can I look at the stitches though?”

He shook his head, “No. You had a long day. You’re not here to be my doctor. Just relax for a bit, will you?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, “Fine,” you sipped on your beer, “No big club plans on a Saturday?”

“Just following the doctor’s orders.”

You laughed, “Man, she must be a real buzzkill.”

He chuckled, “Yea, but she means well.” You gave him a light shove as you let out a laugh. He smiled, “You this mean to all your patients?”

“Just the ones who make fun of me.”

He finally got you to start venting about what had been going on at work over the past few days, but that day in particular. He didn’t say much, just nodding and encouraging you along. He could see that you just needed to talk about it, to be able to be bitter and complain about it so that you wouldn’t combust from keeping anything inside. Throughout the course of the conversation he’d gotten you each a couple more beers. You took them gladly, just happy that you were able to unwind and have some good company.

As it started to get later, you found yourself not really wanting to leave. It was comfortable at his house, with him. You didn’t quite know what it was about it, but you really had no desire to go home.

He’d put a movie on, and somewhere along the way you found yourself leaning against his good side. You settled against him, soaking up the heat that was emanating from him. He cautiously draped his arm around you, his hand resting lightly on your side. You let out a quiet hum of approval and felt the tension disappear from his body.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up to the sound of Creeper snoring. You forced your eyes open, trying to get your bearings a little bit. Your head was rested in his lap, blanket draped over you and his hand still resting on your side. He was leaning back against the couch, head tilted slightly upwards as he slept. You sat up slowly, running your hands over your face.

He felt you stir and started to wake up. You smiled over at him as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, “Sorry I ended up crashing here.”

He chuckled, tiredness still weighing on his voice as he struggled to wake himself up, “No worries. Glad you got some rest.”

You got up and got ready to head home, already feeling like you definitely overstayed your welcome. He wasn’t rushing you out, but he wasn’t going to try to force you to stay, either, assuming that you had other things you had to take care of. He still walked you out to your car despite the fact that it was daylight now. He hug he gave you lingered for just a little bit longer, and you didn’t mind.

“Thank you. Sorry again about the impromptu slumber party,” you laughed.

He smiled, “You don’t gotta apologize.”

You fished your keys out of your purse, “Don’t forget to make an appointment for your stitches soon, alright?”

“Was hoping you’d be willing to make a house call for that.”

You smiled, cheeks getting hot for a moment, “I might be able to swing that. I’ll stop by sometime next week.”

The following week, you were making your way out to your car after your shift. Things were a little calmer at work, and your frustration had decreased drastically. You were digging around for your keys when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out, brows furrowing in concern when Bishop’s name flashed across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey…everything alright?”

He didn’t sound overly worried, “Yea. Just wanted to ask a favor of you if I could.”

“What’s up?”

“You think you could take Creeper’s stitches out early? Need him on deck for some club stuff. He’s gotta be able to ride.”

You sighed. You know that realistically he’d probably be fine, but you couldn’t pretend that you wouldn’t be worried about whatever it was that was going on. You weren’t going to say no, though. “Yea, I could do that. Was planning on taking them out this weekend anyway.”

“Great. Think you can stop by his place tonight?”

“When do you need him by?”

There was a pause—he didn’t want to answer the question, “Tomorrow.”

“Fuck, Bish. Seriously?”

“I know. I’ll owe you.”

You chuckled, “You sure will. I’ll stop by his place tonight.”

“You’re an angel.”

“Yea, remember that,” you laughed as you hung up the phone. With a sigh, you texted Creeper to let him know that you were on your way to his house as per Bishop’s orders. He probably knew already, but you still felt weird popping by without saying anything first.

He opened the door for you when you got there, a smirk on his face, “Wow. I bet Bishop that you weren’t going to cave on taking them out early.”

“If your arm didn’t seem to be healing so well, I wouldn’t be,” you shook your head slightly as you got ready to take his stitches out, “You’re lucky you’re such a good patient.”

The two of you were quiet as you went to work on his arm. It really wasn’t the worst thing in the world that the stitches were coming out a little ahead of schedule. He’d been careful with his arm, and you really didn’t have any pressing concerns about it. Your worries branched far outside the scope of his latest injury.

“Do I get to ask what’s so important that Bishop needs you to speed up your recovery time?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, “You really wanna know?”

You sighed, shaking your head, “No. It’s probably better for my sanity if I don’t.”

“You worried?”

You flicked your eyes up to him for a moment, “Usually urgent club business ends with at least one of you guys needing to come and see me to get patched up. Odds aren’t really in your favor.”

He laughed, “I guess you’re right.”

Neither of you said anything more about it. As much as you wanted to stay, and maybe pry a little more into what was going on, you fought the urge. You knew that he probably had last-minute shit to take care of, and it wasn’t your place to get in his way. You slung your bag over your shoulder as you headed back towards the front door of his house. The knot in your stomach wasn’t going to go away until they were all back and safe from handling whatever it was that they were getting into.

After tossing your bag into your car, you turned around and wrapped him in a tight hug. For the first time since he got injured, he was able to properly hug you back. He kept you snug against him for a few moments, and you really didn’t want him to let go.

You finally stepped back, “Please stay safe, alright?”

“Doctor’s orders?” there was a small smile on his face.

You laughed and nodded, “Yes. Doctor’s orders,” you paused, gnawing at the inside of your bottom lip, “Let me know when you’re back?”

He nodded, “I will.”

“Good. Okay,” you stepped in and hugged him again, pressing a light, quick kiss to his cheek before getting in your car, “Stay out of trouble, Neron.”

He smiled, “I’ll do what I can.”

A few days ticked by and you hadn’t heard anything from anyone. Which was perfectly on-brand for the MC, but this time it made you worried. You had debated texting creeper, but you stopped yourself. They were busy, probably wrapped up in dangerous shit. The last thing that he needed was you bothering him. Still, though, you wished that you knew what was going on.

You were pulling something together for a very late dinner at the end of the week. Your shift had gone way longer than it was supposed to. You were too tired to cook, but it was also too late to get anything delivered. So you were pulling random things out of your cabinets in the hopes of putting together something that resembled a meal.

Your phone buzzed once on the counter. You glanced over and saw that you had a notification from Creeper. Instantly you opened the message, “Call me now. It’s urgent”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you called him. Your hand trembled as you held it up to your ear, waiting to hear the worst when he picked up on the other end of the line.

“Hello?”

“Neron?” you couldn’t hide the worry in your voice, “Are you okay? Where are you guys? Are you all safe?”

“One question at a time,” there was a touch of humor to his voice, and you couldn’t tell if you found it reassuring or frustrating.

“What’s wrong? You said it was urgent,” your heart was pounding inside your chest.

“It is,” he paused, “Kind of. I mean,” you heard him take a deep breath, “Actually, honestly, I just miss you. Been thinkin’ about you all week.”

You let out a laugh, some of the tension disappearing from your body, “I miss you too. So…you’re still in one piece?”

He chuckled, “Yea. Me and everyone else.”

“Where are you?”

“About to head home.”

“Can I come over?” you blurted out.

You could tell he was biting back a laugh as he responded, “Yea. Of course.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “Alright. I’ll see you soon.”

When you pulled in, you saw his bike in the driveway and knew he was already home. You didn’t bother knocking this time, electing to just let yourself in. He was standing in the kitchen, looking in the fridge when you walked in. He turned around, smiling when he saw you. Without giving it a second thought, you all but ran over to him and wrapped him in a tight hug. He laughed, arms snaking around you and squeezing you tight. You shut your eyes, taking a moment to just breathe him in as one of his hands came to rest on the back of your head.

“I really did miss you, you know,” his voice was softer than you were used to. It was the first thing either of you said to each other since you got there.

You smiled against his chest, “I missed you too.”

He pulled away from you a little so he could get a good look at your face. You could see the exhaustion in his features, but you could see the happiness too. His hands stayed rested on your hips as he spoke, “I know I’m technically not your patient anymore,” he cracked a smile, “But if you wanted to keep stopping in to make house calls, I wouldn’t mind.”

You laughed, hands resting on the sides of his neck, fingers lightly tracing over the ink there, “You wouldn’t, huh?”

“I like you,” you could tell by the look on his face that he was choosing his words carefully, “And I like it when you’re here. Feels more like home. Not being able to talk to you for a week…really fucking sucked.”

You smiled, liking his simple honesty, “I agree. And…I like you too.”

He pulled you closer, fingers drumming lightly on your sides, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting that to be the next thing that he said. Despite the shock, you smiled and nodded. The grin that broke out across his face was contagious, but you didn’t have time to really take it in as he cupped your face and pulled you in so your lips crashed against his. You practically melted into him, hands sliding to rest on his chest. His thumb traced along your cheekbone as his lips moved against yours.

You pulled back to catch your breath, and you could feel his chest vibrating with laughter beneath your hands. Your face was hot and you found yourself smiling when he pulled you close and rested his forehead against yours.

“I guess you were right,” you said with a quiet laugh.

“About?”

You chuckled, “About this being urgent,” you smiled and closed your eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

You rested your head against his chest and sighed, leaning into him. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand sliding gently up and down your back. His arms felt strong, and they made you feel safe. You didn’t know for sure what was in store for the two of you next, but you were ready for whatever the next adventure was.

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The Substitute Lover (1)

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, angst hehe

pairing: myg x reader

summary: Finally meeting the college boy you've been eyeing on for months, everything goes wrong when you realise what you're really getting yourself into.

a/n: this is my first ever fic!! i hope you guys take time and read it 🥺 suggestions are welcome! NEXT | PREVIOUS

Moving to Seoul was a dream come true. For someone who lived in the farmland of Daegu, you always imagined what the city would be like. A concrete jungle far from the roaring fields that's all you've ever known, a breath of fresh air— metaphorically speaking.

Fuelled by dreams, and frankly a few wons to your name— you took the risk and moved your life in order to pursue your studies in the metro. Your thoughts drift to the heaps of paperwork that needs to be accomplished after this and frankly, you are exhausted.

You sigh, as you finally step in your worn down but still livable apartment. You got it for a really good deal since your mother is a friend of the landlady. You tried your best to make it as homey as you can. Placing a few touches of home to every corner.

"What does this even mean?" you wondered aloud, reading the email for the third time as if it would magically unsend itself. It was from the professor of your Humanities class, announcing the change of schedule. Your afternoon classes are now moved to morning, taking away all of the few hours of rest you get after getting home. You groaned and moved the cursor to tick the 'agreed' box. It's not like you have a choice anyways.

You drag your feet to class the next morning, sitting to the far right corner and preventing any interaction from the fellow victims of the change in schedule. Confused if your eyes are playing tricks, your hands flew to your thick-rimmed glasses to push it further up your nose. Then you saw it, the mint green hair that stood out in every room. To say that he intrigued you is an understatement. You are drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. You keep on looking for him at every corner of the campus, just catching a glimpse of him makes your day. He as usual is squished between his two friends who are chattering in the early hours of the morning.

The professor arrived not long after, immediately discussing the basic concept of Humanities, you scramble to get a pen and your notebook. If there's one thing you take seriously, it's your studies. You did not risk everything and moved here just to slack off.

The mint hair boy suddenly forgotten, you blink in shock as an orange head snapped to view your direction.

"Hi, I'm Hoseok. May I borrow a pen?" He asks, a hand rubbing his nape. You nodded mutely handing a pen, trying to show nonchalance that he is talking to me. The interaction had the student council president, if you remember correctly, shake his head.

"What? It's not my fault that you refused to lend me one despite of bringing a whole school supply store with you all the time." Hoseok muttered to which the president tried to counter, earning a snarl from the mint haired boy in the middle to shut the banter up.

Lecture flew by and hungry for a few hours more of sleep, you dash to the exit only to hear a voice calling out a 'hey'. You turned to look and see Hoseok waving your pen in the air.

You smiled and grabbed the pen from his hand. You bowed out of respect, and turned to leave. Only for Hoseok to grab your arm, making you halt and gently pull away.

He sheepishly smiled and apologised for catching you off guard. "It's just, I didn't get your name!" he chirped.

Panic bubbled inside you as you see his two friends catch up to him. You were not prepared at all to meet the boy you've been eyeing on for months.

"Y/N." You replied shortly and bowed again as you turned to leave. It was too late as you hear a new voice address you.

"Hey, Y/N? I've been wanting to know your name for months! Aren't you the one who stole my spot as the top Scrabble player in the campus?" The student campus president joked to which you gave a hearty laugh back, remembering the match.

"That's me." You replied curtly. You really want to leave, the zoo in your stomach will be the death of you. The boy who is silent until now is busy adjusting the case of his guitar.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. This is Yoongi." he gestured to the mint haired boy who just looked up. He gave you a curt nod that shot electricity to your veins.

"Let's eat lunch together, Y/N!" Hoseok beamed, catching all of us off guard. You racked your brain for an excuse but found none. Here you are 30 minutes later, trying to answer every question Hoseok and Namjoon have for you.

You learned that all of them are voice majors, Yoongi and Hoseok minored in guitar while Namjoon in flute. They had to retake Humanities because they failed to take the final exam due to the conflict of schedule thus the need to enroll again this semester.

Quietly finishing your meal, you nod off to the trio and started to gather your things. You fixed your thick rimmed glasses and your skirt that reached your ankles. Namjoon eyed you from head to toe, not bothering to hide the judgment that came with it. You shrugged and bid goodbye.

"Thank you for the company. See you guys around." You bid and thinking that it's probably your last and only chance to talk to Yoongi, you call for him.

"See you around, Yoongi." You beamed. Hoseok roared with laughter as Yoongi blushed from the sudden attention. Namjoon watched in amusement as the whole scene plays out.

You finally, turned to leave the trio behind.

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After a week, it was time for your Humanities class again. This time, you arrived earlier, sitting at your usual spot.

Not long after, students started filing in the the classroom. That's when you spotted a familiar orange head. He excitedly waved at you and grabbed onto Yoongi and Namjoon's arms for them to come and sit next to you.

You laugh heartily and paid them no mind. Hoseok whispered next to you if you wanted to eat lunch again after class. You nodded, truly enjoying the trio's company. Sure, you wanted to come because Yoongi was there, but also because Namjoon and Hoseok are cool to be with.

After class, you all headed to the cafeteria. You started to line up eyeing the dishes carefully. Just watching then made your mouth water. Distracted, you bump into the person in front of you. You gasped, as you mutter an apology, profusely bowing your head. That's when you heard surprised reactions from the small crowd that noticed the interaction. Slowly you felt cold liquid drip on your head, down to your clothes.

That draws the line. You may not be from here, and you may not look like much but you surely can defend yourself. You opened your mouth to speak when you were gently shoved behind someone's shoulder. As if shielding you from the student who poured the liquid on you.

"Is there a problem here?" Namjoon's voice was cold as ice. The student, probably in fear of getting in trouble tried to pin the blame on you to which another voice countered.

"I saw you from where I was sitting. Tell the truth, it's getting embarrassing." Hoseok, who is suddenly next to you, yawns.

"It's fine. It's water, it'll dry." You said confidently, smiling at the student who looked scared for her dear life. She looks younger, so you cut her some slack.

You bought your food and sat back at our table. You could feel the three of them eyeing you as you chomp down on your first proper meal of the day. You glanced at Yoongi, who for the first time since you've met was looking at you. You beamed at him before wiping your mouth with a napkin, as you cleared your throat.

"Yoongi, would you like to have coffee tomorrow?" you asked, my hands under the table over your lap.

Hoseok and Namjoon looked shocked beyond words. Yoongi on the other hand, didn't even spare you a glance. You winced internally but kept your composure cool. Namjoon cleared his throat and pushed a bottle of water towards my direction.

"Maybe you need a drink, Y/N." You accepted and drank. Then after, you faced Yoongi again.

"Is that a yes?"

It's Hoseok's turn to intervene now, using a napkin to get your glasses from your nose and wipe it. He tried to dry your hair too but you leaned away from his touch.

"Y/N, I think it's best you let this go." Namjoon spoke again.

"Why? Are you dating anyone?" You questioned further.

That seemed to be the last straw for Yoongi for he stood up, gathered his music sheets and left the three of us, not even bothering to carry his lunch.

Hoseok looked around the table before laughing in amusement. Namjoon joining not long after. You looked at them, confused beyond words.

"You are something else, Y/N. Now I know why we were always told to not judge a book by its cover." Namjoon beamed.

Hoseok just patted your head. Both of them bidding goodbye, as Namjoon stopped to browse in his notes. He slipped a paper to you and when you glanced down, it looked like their schedule this semester.

You smiled and bid them goodbye.

You'll try again tomorrow.

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The following day, you woke up earlier than usual to buy two iced Americanos. If you're lucky, Yoongi might like something to drink before their recital's daily rehearsal.

As if on cue, you hear Hoseok's loud laughter at the campus yard and as expected Yoongi and Namjoon are there with him. You raise your hand and wave towards them as you see Yoongi's eyes darken.

You paid no mind and dragged your feet towards the trio. You stopped in front of them, fixing your glasses and smoothing out your green cardigan. Namjoon like his usual habit, eyed you up and down and scrunched his nose at your taste in clothes. That made you chuckle out loud.

"Hi, Yoongi. I bought you an iced Americano." I offered, handing out the cold beverage. He eyed it carefully, before accepting it and shoving it to Hoseok's face.

Hoseok winced and looked at you apologetically. You shook your head and smiled.

"That's okay, I didn't peg you as an Americano guy anyway. How about an iced Latte for tomorrow?" you quipped, not giving up.

"Look, Y/N, isn't it?" Yoongi started. "I do appreciate the gesture but I am not interested. I am taken, and will never be available."

You felt your shoulder slump. That makes sense, with how he looks and the entirety of him, it was impossible for him to be single. You nodded and started to apologise when you heard Hoseok chirp beside you.

"No he's not!"

"Hoseok!" Namjoon hissed. Hoseok shrugged his shoulders and dragged you away. With one last look at Yoongi, you followed Hoseok.

"Look, I'll help you. Just tell me what you need." Hoseok bounced with excitement. You laughed, you honestly didn't think you'd get this far.

"It's okay, I got this." You whispered to Hoseok.

"Hey, Min Yoongi!" you called out. He turned to look at you and you raised your hand to point at the bulletin board. He quipped his head to the side as if challenging you to continue. You sighed and moved closer to the board to point at the upcoming examination schedule.

"Our finals is coming up soon." You stated.

"If I beat you and score higher than you, then we'll go on that date. Otherwise, you'll never hear from me again." You challenged.

Namjoon whistled at that, onlookers started to get interested and eventually started to taunt Yoongi. You smirk and wait for his response.

Hoseok and Namjoon are in the sidelines, watching and honestly enjoying their friend's struggle. Hoseok lazily drinking the iced Americano that you bought for Yoongi.

Yoongi stayed silent and you took that as your cue to leave, only a few steps in, you turned and moved closer to a glaring Yoongi.

"Oh, I forgot something!" you exclaimed.

You then stalked towards him, grabbing both of his collar towards you. Eliminating the height difference, you inched your face closer to his until your lips met. It was a quick peck but just enough to make the crowd roar and make Yoongi burn red in embarrassment.

You slowly took a step back. Bidding Namjoon and Hoseok goodbye.

What the fuck did you just do? -------------------------------------------------------------------------

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