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alltoolewis · 2 years

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Keeping him first- Lewis Hamilton (ft Max V)

A lot of people have asked so here it is!!! Part II to Putting him first! Thank you so much for all the love on it... It means so much to me!!! Was debating on calling this matilda by harry styles after someone commented it on my last one but I think for now I'll keep it like this. maybe I'll do a third part called Matilda... ✨ Yet again there is no hate for the Verstappen family... just for plot purposes!!

Part one

Months had passed since the last time you had spoken to your dad. Only really speaking to Max with a quick hello at race weekends before quickly going off to be by Lewis. Max knew he messed up, never wanting to make you feel guilty about your marriage with one of his biggest rivals... but every time he attempted to make mend, you would disappear, claiming you were busy or weren't ready for a chat just yet!

"Are you sure you're going to be okay here..." Lewis sighed, crouching down in front of you as he rubbed your 8-month-old belly "I don't want to leave you..."

"I don't think that car can drive itself love..." you giggled, leaning as best as you could with your bump to plant a gentle kiss on his lips "I promise handsome... we will be fine here! I have Angela's number on speed dial in case anything happens, which it won't..." You added, seeing the panic in his eyes "I promise darling... just go win for us..."

"You promise you'll contact me straight away if anything happens..." Lewis smiled, getting up but not before kissing you and the bump... "I promise..." you repeated the words he promised you all those months ago, which he swore by every day... never leaving your side through any of it, no matter how tough things got with your dad or Max, he remained by your side through it all!

After a couple more pleads, you finally got him out of the door, settling down more on the couch as you watched the pre-race show! Your heart broke as you saw your dad comfort Max before the race, his arm wrapped around his shoulder as he whispered words of encouragement to him... No matter how many times he hurt you with his venom towards Lewis, you couldn't help but love him... you just wished he treated you the same way he treated Max!

The lights finally went out, heart in your chest as normal as they all speeded from the starting line! Despite watching your husband and brother race for years now the starts never got easier to watch! Just as you were about to nod off, a knock stirred you awake... Assuming it was just Angela checking up on you, you waddled over to the door, hand caressing your bump as your little boy kicked away due to your sudden movements..

"One second..." You laughed, as 'Angela' continued to knock on the door impatiently "Why are you in such a hur-" Your body froze as the door revealed it not to be Angela... instead your pissed off dad..

"Dad... w-what a-are you doing here?" You stuttered, noticing the anger in his eyes as the rumours of you being here was true... "Just wanted to see the traitor who'd prefer to be locked up in her washed-up husband's room than out supporting her current world champion brother!"

"Please.. let this jealousy go!" You pleaded, walking back towards your sofa as you looked at your dad with begging eyes "I'm pregnant dad... I can't be stood out there in the crowds. It's safer to be in here, even if it means not being physically out there to support my husband!"

Scoffing, Jos rolled his eyes "There we go again, prioritising him once more... what about Max-"

"What about Max!?!" You yelled, blood boiling as nothing was sinking in for him "This isn't about Max anymore! I love Max so much but like I've repeated thousands of times dad, Lewis is my family now! It doesn't mean I love you or Max less... I don't put Lewis first! I keep him there... Not only because he's my soulmate but for our son... and if you don't get that then it's your problem... not mine!"

For a split second, you thought you saw understanding in your dad's face, but like always that was quickly washed away with his usual disappointed frown "That's not right (y/n) and you know it! We've always been here for you, longer than he has, and still, you put him first continuously. I understand that he's your husband and all that but we still count! We are the ones who built you (y/n) stop forgetting us! When Victoria got pregnant, she never forgot us! When Kelly and Penelope came into our lives Max didn't treat us any different, who do you think you are to do so! Your noth- "

"I'm nothing! I'm worthless to this family... I put my husband first... I don't give you guys all my attention... I'm a waste of the Verstappen name!" You interrupted, listing all the things he had said to you in the past "Go on take your pick dad, I've heard them plenty of times now for them not to hurt me anymore so take your shot!"

Your dad looked shocked at your sudden outburst, his mind ticking with things to say as he stood with his body tensed and shoulders forward. Rubbing your eyes with a mixture of frustration and tiredness you shook your head, not having any more energy to argue with someone for it to constantly go round in circles. "If you're not going to listen to me dad, respectfully go! You'll never understand, let's leave it like that!"

"No! You don't get to kick me out of here, I'm the adult I get to decide when I go & I ain't going anywhere without a clear explanation-"

"GET OUT!" You yelled, grabbing the first thing you could reach as you threw it against the door shattering it into pieces "GO! NOW BEFORE I RING SECURITY DAD I AIN'T KIDDING! LEAVE ME. MY HUSBAND & MY BABY ALONE! NOW GET OUT!" Without saying another word, he left slamming the door behind him as things around him fell to the ground. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to catch your breath, no matter how many times you argued with your dad, the aftermath never got easier. It's your dad at the end of the day, he raised you... giving you everything you ever need since you were a little girl. But his jealousy and control destroyed that the day he never accepted Lewis into his life... and that was something he had to deal with not you!

Just as you regained your breath and the race was well and truly on its way, a sharp pain caught your attention causing your whole body to jolt forward. Holding your bump, you let out a sigh as the pain quickly disappeared, letting you sink back on the couch. It wasn't abnormal for you recently to have some Hickson Bracks, so you didn't think it was anything to worry about... not until another shooting pain, this time more intense and accompanied by a run of water down your leg confirmed it was, in fact, something to worry.... you were going into labour!

"Shit... shit... shit...!" You mumbled, hands quickly scurrying across the chair and table to find your phone "Where the hell is it-" Stopping your eyes grew wide as you spotted your phone in the corner of the room, shattered into pieces! "No... no... no!" You cried, trying to get up off the couch before another pain made you let out a cry in agony. "Okay... okay... little one!" You hushed, tears running down your face as you felt your little boy kick along with the contraptions "We'll wait here until daddy comes back okay?" You knew you didn't have the energy to get up and look for help, especially with how intense they were growing. So the only thing you could do was wait and hope someone would come in and find you before the race finished...

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What felt like hours later your prayers were finally answered as the door sprung open, revealing a jolly Angela.

"Love, I tried to call you but there was no answer... you oka-" Angela stopped as she took in the scene in front of her... your phone shattered on the floor along with other belongings as you hutched over the couch in pain, tears rolling down your face as you tried to speak. "Omg (y/n)…! What happened!" Sprinting over to you she tucked your hair behind your ear as you continued to catch your breath, hand rubbing your back to try and get you to calm down, but it was useless.

"The b-baby... The b-baby is coming Ang..." You muttered out quietly, not even knowing if she could understand you properly "I need Lew... I can't do this without him!" Your biggest fear since you got pregnant was having to go through labor by yourself... with how busy his schedule is you always knew there would be a high possibility of him not being with you but with a lot of reassurance Lewis made a promise that it would never happen... and you believed him!

"Okay honey... okay!" Angela cooed, rubbing your back as she sat next to you pulling you into her side, before pulling out her phone to call Bono "You're not going to do this without him okay...? he'll be here, just like he promised okay?"

"Okay.." You whispered, taking her word for it as you calmed down a little bit. But you knew you wouldn't be a 100% calm until the love of your life came through that door!

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"Lewis we need you to not panic, but Angela just called & (y/n) has just gone into labor... we need you to stay calm, she's okay and the ambulance is on its way! You need to focus on what's in front of you right now..."

The minute Lewis got the message through his radio, he knew what he had to do. "Bono... I'm coming in!" He knew he was risking a lot for the team right now, but how could he possibly focus on what was in front of him when your going through the one thing he promised you wouldn't have to go through alone... he could never live with his self if he broke that promise!

"Lewis we strongly advise you to stay out... it's only 4 more laps" But ignoring Bono's words, Lewis drove into the pits regardless with the only thing on his mind... you! "Nah man, she needs me now... I'm retiring from the race"

Hopping out of the car, he ignores the rest of his team as he sprints toward his room not even caring that the press would be all over this in the morning. Panic filled him every step of the way in case it was too late. Of course, labour didn't always happen that fast but with you and his little one he didn't want to take any chances... he had to be with you every step of the way...

His eyes grew wide as he saw the medic equipment outside the room. His feet wanted to stop in a panic right there and then, but he knew he couldn't let his fear get the better of him, not when your in that room feeling 1000 times worst! Entering the room his heart broke as he saw you hunched over in your wheelchair, oxygen mask on your face as Angela continued to rub your back. Glancing up your eyes instantly lit up as you saw Lewis enter the room, immediately holding out a hand which he grabbed without hesitation.

"Y-your here..." You breathed out, a tired smile on your face as Lewis crouched down in front of you. "Of course I am darling..." He smiled, leaning over your bump "Just like I promised!" "But what about your race... y-you were getting a po-" Interrupting your panic, he places his lips on top of yours letting your entwined hands rest on your swollen belly. "Don't worry about that right now okay..? non of that matters..." Looking up to the medic, he nods his head letting him know that you were ready to go "Let's go have a baby yeah?.."

"Yeah... that sounds good!" You laughed in pain, clasping onto his hand as they pushed you out of the room. "I'm just going to thank Ang real quick baby... I'll be right back!"

"You promise...?" You smirked, letting go of his hand for him to go. "I promise!" Kissing your knuckle quickly, he told the ambulance to hang on a couple more minutes until he got back, making them promise him that he they wouldn't go without him!

"Thank you so much, Angela..." Lewis sighed, pulling his best friend into his arms "Don't know what I'd do without you!"

"Don't worry about it Lew, It's what I'm here for!" She smiled, giving him another tight squeeze. Just as he was about to go back to you, he stopped in his tracks as he remembered something that had been playing in his mind "Ang... she wasn't on the floor when you came, was she. It's just the room was a mess & it looked like her phone was messed up..." Giving him a worried look, Lewis panicked "Oh my god she was, wasn't she! I knew I shouldn't of left her... I knew she wasn't okay on her own! I should of took time off until the bab-"

"Lewis she wasn't on the floor..." Angela interrupted, putting her hand on his shoulder, making him look back at her "Her dad came..." Lewis could feel his blood boil as she explained the story briefly to him, half of him wanting nothing more than to have him punished for treating you like shit once again! "That son of a bitch!" He cursed, fists clenching as he looked behind Angela in anger "I'm going to fucking kill him!"

"Hey... hey, look at me!" Angela stopped him, grabbing onto his hand as his eyes wandered everywhere but her eyes "Lewis look at me!" Her stern voice instantly snapped him out of his trance as he looked towards her "He doesn't matter right now..." Pointing over to the ambulance, his eyes followed her direction to you sat in the ambulance patiently waiting for him to come back despite being in so much pain "She does!"

Not needing to hear anymore, he gives her one last hug before running back toward you. "You okay?" You breathed out as he sat next to you, instantly grabbing your hand "I should be the one asking you that right now...!" Lewis laughed, planting a kiss on your cheek as the familiar heat graced your face "How are my two favourite people doing?"

"Both inpatient..." You giggled, yelping as your little boy once again kicks away "I can't believe we're about to become a family Lew.." Placing his hand on your cheek, he looked deep into your eyes "hey... were already family... just extending it a little more" Leaving a quick peck on your lips he sighed "And I can't wait..."

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"I can't believe he's here..." Lewis sighed as he took in his new favourite sight an image that he will remember for the rest of his life. Your little boy cuddled into your chest as he clutches onto Lewis's ring finger, eyes barely open as you both stared down at him in awe "You did so well gorgeous... thank you for giving me everything I wanted and more. I love you both so much!"

"We love you more..." You smiled, lingering your lips to his before your attention went straight back towards your little new one "I couldn't have done this without you handsome... You are already the best daddy in the world. Isn't he bubs?" Lewis's heart melted as you already started speaking in your 'mummy' voice something that he imagined would sound so sweet but has turned out even better than he thought.

"You should get some rest darling, nothing's going to happen.." He laughed as another yawn escaped your mouth, confirming that you did indeed need some rest "But I don't want to leave him... look how perfect he is!"

"He's not going to go anywhere baby..." Lewis smiled, taking the baby out of your arms despite your refusal "Anyway I think it's time we have some daddy bonding time shouldn't we son? tell mummy we'll be fine without her for a couple of hours until she's fully rested!"

"Promise you'll wake me up if he needs me... or if you need me?"

"I'll promise you the world darling... just please have a nap for me?" It didn't take you long to listen to him, as your eyes instantly shut letting the exhaustion of the last 4 hours take over you!

"Look how beautiful your mummy is.." Lewis cooed, slowly pacing up and down the room as his little boy slept in his arms "She's so strong y'know... the bravest, kind-hearted, beautiful soul in the world who doesn't even know how amazing she is! But she's got the two of us now to remind her, doesn't she?... were her family..."

Just as he was about to say something else, a shadow in the blinds caught his attention "I'll be right back okay little one..." He cooed, placing the new-born back in his crib as he peeked outside the room revealing the one person he never wanted to see again!

"What the hell do you think your doing showing up here?" Lewis hissed quietly, closing the door behind him so he wouldn't risk waking you up.

"H-how is she... how's the baby?" Your dad stuttered, feeling a mixture of concern and intimidation as Lewis stood in front of him stronger than a brick wall, indicating there was no way he was going to let him inside.

"No... you do not get to do that!" Lewis laughed in pettiness "Your guilt-tripping may work on my wife but it's not going to work on me! How dare you! How dare you come all the way here too see her after you pretty much left her to give birth herself!"

"I didn't know she was going into labor" Your dad tried to justify but nothing was going to work on Lewis. "But you knew she was heavily pregnant and you still came to her screaming and shouting! Do you not realize how fucked up that is Jos..." Peaking through the small gap in the window, his heart warmed as you both remained fast asleep in the safety of the little room. It was that second he realised what was most important...

"Look, you can hate me... you can take any piece of anger you have at me! But bringing her into... bringing my wife into this is wrong and deep down you know that! For years now for whatever reason she has put up with your bullshit... putting me first despite the shit you throw at her because of our relationship. But from now on I'm not standing here letting you throw my family away because you're insecure about your own..!" Before he stepped back into the room, he shot your dad one last glare "Feel free to find me when you snap out of this jealously and hatred you have & maybe then I might think of having you near my family... but until then you aren't coming anywhere near us!" Calling security over, he shut the door in his face immediately going back to your bedside before another knock shook the door "What now?..." Lewis sighed, pulling the door back open to find his security guard.

"Sorry to interrupt you mate but there's another visitor here... do you want me to tell them to go?"

"Who is it..?"

Before the guard could speak up, Max appeared beside shooting Lewis a sorrowful look "I'm sorry for just showing up I just panicked... I heard about it after the race and I know I should of come here sooner, I just didn't know if she would want to see me..."

Seeing the guilt and worry on his face, Lewis pulled him in a hug "She loves you mate, of course, she'd want to see you! Look I'll be completely honest with you..." Lewis sighed pulling away "You hurt her... a lot" Lewis could see the flash of hurt and remorse in Max's face something that he has never once seen with your dad "But I know you care about her... a lot more than your shitty dad does anyway! You just need to show her you care... actually be a brother to her, before it's to late..."

Giving him a small smile Max nods "I will do! I promise I'll never hurt her again mate... it's killed me these last few months not being able to see her & check up on how's she's doing... she is okay tho?.. isn't she?"

"why don't you see for yourself.." Lewis smiled, opening the door wider for him to step inside. Walking over to the little crib next to your bed, tears grew in his eyes as he looked down at his little nephew "Omg mate, he is beautiful! congratulations..."

"Looks just like (y/n) right..?" Lewis whispered, putting his hand on his shoulder as Max nods his head in disbelief "Can't believe he is here already... can I hold him..." He asks shyly, causing Lewis to smirk "Of course, you can bro... be careful tho we all now how reckless you can get.." Tears grew in his eyes as he held his new nephew in his arms a perfect mixture of you and Lewis. "Can't believe I have another nephew.."

"I can't believe I'm a dad..." Lewis laughed "I guess I left free practice eh?.." Both of them couldn't help but laugh at the inside joke that felt like years ago now, but unintentionally woke you up...

"Lew.. Everything okay?" You mumbled, reaching out for him as your eyes adjusted to the light in the room. "Yeah baby, everything is good! But look someone's here to see you!" Your eyes grew wide as you took in Max stood next to Lewis holding you're new born in his arms...

"Max, you've come!" You gasp, breaking down in tears as Max passes the baby to Lewis, wrapping his arms around you "Of course I have I love you so much (y/n) & I am so happy for you" Looking over to Lewis he smiled "The both of you... your going to make the most incredible parents to... wait I forgot to ask does he have a name yet?"

Shooting Lewis a knowingly smirk, you nod your head "We do!" Walking over to you, Lewis wraps his arm around you, placing the little one in your arms "Max... meet your new nephew, Emilian Anthony Larbalestier-Hamilton..."

"You-you've n-named him after me.." Max stuttered in shock "W-why? After everything I-I did to y-you? after the way you I treated the two of you... I don't deserve it!"

"Because we love you.." You smiled, clutching Emilian closer to you as he stirred awake, his little brown eyes gazing towards you and Lewis "And your family..." Lewis added in, giving him a smile as he waved him over to join your embrace "A part of our family... now get over here and join us before we change our mind and call him carl instead!"

For the rest of the day, you and Lewis welcomed Emilian into the world alongside Max who was delighted to be apart of such a special day in both of your lives! You knew you still had to make a mend with your dad... but at this moment in time, as you held your little boy in your chest as Lewis and Max joked and laughed like old times... nothing else matters!

You have everything you need right in front of you!

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missymurphy1985 · 2 years

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There's Something About Kate (Cillian Murphy X fem!OC) - Part Eight

Warning - angst

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Cillian held Paddy's phone in one hand while he rubbed his forehead with the other.

It was everywhere. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, all the other social media apps he didn't understand... A photo of him and Kate taken on the beach, eyes and hands locked together. Then one of the kiss they shared. Another of them walking hand in hand.

Comments calling him evil - one woman he knew from the school run saying his wife was 'barely cold and he's shagging the nurse'. Another saying he was 'definitely fucking her while his wife lay dying'.

But it was the vitriol towards Kate that hurt him the most.

Heartless bitch.

Gold digger.

Homewrecker.

Nurse from hell.

"Has Kate seen it yet?" Marie asked, passing Cillian his coffee.

"I don't know, shit, I was meant to be meeting her at mine after the school run for coffee..."

"Tell her to come here instead?"

"I'm the last person she'll want to see..."

"You're the only person she'll want to see."

"Who took the photos?" He asked, handing Paddy his phone back.

Paddy scrolled and clicked for a few minutes, looking for an original source. When he found it, he handed it back to Cillian, who gave a deep sigh before pulling his phone out of his pocket. A few clicks, followed by a ringing tone.

"My god you're a sick bitch, aren't you?" He got in before Liane had even said hello.

"You're the sick one!! Such a fucking cliché, fucking the nurse behind my dying sister's back?!"

"I hadn't seen her for a year before this, Liane."

"Oh come on, I'm not that stupid Cillian! Bet you couldn't keep your hands off each other while my sister went through hell!"

"Are you serious? You actually think I was having an affair with Kate?"

"Yes I do, because you're a selfish, self absorbed piece of shit who only cares about himself, getting your end away, using the nurse as a fucking coping mechanism to forget about your wife!"

Cillian pushed Paddy back before he took the phone from him, overhearing Liane's venom. Marie held Paddy back, whispering in his ear that Cillian had this under control.

Cillian shook his head and took a deep, calming breath, before responding to Liane.

"Who held her hand when she had blood tests and biopsies? Who sat with her for hours while she had chemotherapy? Who held her hair back when she was violently sick afterwards? Who washed her hair when she was too weak to do it herself? Who read to her when her eyes were too sore and tired to read the words?"

Liane fell silent.

"Who's given up everything in the last year to make sure Ava's needs are met? Who makes sure she has a home cooked meal on the table every single day? Making sure she's done her homework, gets to school on time, has a clean uniform?"

"Oh fuck off Cillian, that's called normal parenting..."

"Want to know what isn't normal parenting? Drying your child's tears on her birthday because it was the first one without her Mum. Holding her tight while she broke down on Christmas Day because she'd bought her mum a gift before she died and her mum wasn't there to receive it. Picking up the pieces of a 9 year old's broken heart on Mother's Day because the card she'd made at school was sitting by a gravestone rather than a window sill."

More silence.

"I didn't spend a fucking second on my own grief for months. Too busy making sure Ava was dealing with her's properly so she wouldn't always be this broken. Getting her therapy, keeping her close. Never leaving her because I knew she was scared that I wouldn't come back. That was my coping mechanism, Liane. Your niece. My daughter. SHE was the one who stopped my heart from breaking. No one else."

Another silence.

Cillian heard the front door open and close, but paid no attention to it.

"You have two choices, Liane. Keep up your little charade and I'll sue you for slander. Or, admit to your precious audience of trolls that you're a bare faced liar."

"Don't be so ridiculous, Cillian."

"Might wanna give your solicitor a call then. Only fair he gets a heads up." He hung up the phone and fell onto the chair at the kitchen table, his chest felt tight, his hands were shaking. His legs felt like jelly. Suddenly, two hands gripped his shoulders, stroking down his arms. He looked up and saw the one face he was convinced he'd never see again.

"Come here you..." Kate choked, sitting in the chair next to him and pulling him close, her arms around his shoulders, and he felt his body calm.

"How?"

"Marie sent Paddy to pick me up from yours. He told me everything on the way here."

"I'm so sorry..."

"We've survived worse, haven't we?" She pulled back and rested her forehead on his, holding his hands tight.

"I don't know what to do.."

"Then we do nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Today's news is tomorrow chip paper. It'll blow over, and people will quickly forget. There'll be some other 'scandal' next week, no one will give us a second glance."

"You don't know school mum's well, do you?"

"No, but my older sister does. Apparently, they're really fun to wind up," she smirked.

"I agree Cill. They get especially wound up when you don't give them a reaction and carry on normally like nothing happened," Marie came through to the kitchen with her 5month old Aiden in her arms, fresh from his mid morning nap.

She handed Cillian his godson while she prepped a bottle for him and Kate smiled, watching him soothe the grumpy bundle who was reaching up to pull at his long hair at the back of his neck.

"So you're not... You don't..." He asked, nervously.

"Didn't I tell you I'm here for you, no matter what?"

He nodded and Kate stroked the back of Aiden's head gently. He turned at the new person showing him affection and reached for her. Cillian handed him over, and it was his turn to smile now, watching stand and bounce the little boy softly, blowing raspberries on his neck, as she walked around the kitchen. Aiden giggled and squealed in delight.

She smiled back at him, and he felt that warmth running through his veins again. A feeling of comfort and serenity. Joy and excitement.

A surge of energy and strength that only she could give him, and one he was sure he was going to need now more than ever.

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foodieforthoughts · 3 years

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Sand and Stars - Chapter Ten

Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of war, military technicalities, character held fugitive

A/N: Heya everyone! The update to this series took too long. I had kind of lost my muse, but I'm back at it again. Third-last part to the series really. Lots of things happening in this chapter, you might even hate me a little. 👀

And as always, big thanks to @thelastsock for beta reading this series. I love you so so much babe 💖

**divider by @firefly-graphics

<Chapter Nine

Title: Chapter Ten

Liv looked from one captain to another, her hands behind her back as she was commanded to stand at ease. The tension in the room was palpable. Standing to her one side was Pepps, watching the cold exchange between his superiors with his hands resting on his vest. While on the other side, Liv’s and Alex’s second-in-command stood with a straight face.

“He cannot be trusted.” Alex banged the table with his hand, the cup of coffee placed on the metal surface shook with the impact.

Sy looked pissed. He was glaring at the maps and pictures strewn on the table, his face descending into a frown. His lips pressed together and his nostrils flaring the longer he stared. Liv knew something was wrong. She had seen Sy get angry before, but today he seemed like he was hanging by the last nerve.

“I say we grill him until he squeaks.” Alex stood up straight, looking at Liv for a split second before he averted his gaze. “You should have been more careful when you approved of the insider info.”

Alex’s words were laced with absolute venom, the caustic cut of his statement caused Liv to stare at her feet. His tight grip on her arms last night had left bruises on her skin which throbbed on hearing his words. She took a deep breath and looked up again, trying to avoid looking at Alex and concentrating on Sy’s face. Mahmoud was their friend, she was left perturbed by the intel blowing up, but she never second guessed Mahmoud's intentions about helping them.

She thought Sy would disagree with Alex. Sy knew how much effort she had poured into helping the Special Forces to combat the militia. There had been days when she had voiced her feelings to him about staying back at the camp. The sole purpose of her coming to Warhorse had already ended. They had been lagging behind on the food truck retrieval, with her chopper destroyed, her best friend dead, the only thing keeping her in Baqubah was Sy.

"No one touches a hair on that man." Sy's voice was authoritative. Looking at Alex with narrowed eyes glinting with ferocious vexation, Sy spoke again. "You want to stir unrest amongst the people who decide to help us. I am not going to allow that."

"It was you who asked for assistance. Wasn't it because you knew you failed?"

The air in the room vibrated with challenged machismo from both Captains when Alex questioned Sy's ability to handle his job. Liv could see Sy was suppressing his fury, letting his hands hang to the side. She had to ask herself in that moment, was she the reason why they were in disagreement or was it her guilty conscience?

"What do you suggest?" Sy asked with gritted teeth.

"We go to the leader's holding and attack. Cut them at their roots."

Like her lips couldn't stop themselves, she stepped forward and blurted out, "We shouldn't do that."

Two sets of fiery eyes looked at her in that instant. She gulped as she glanced from one man to another. Sy averted his gaze to look to the side with a scowl that pierced her heart. It affected her deeply, confused her even, but she had an important issue at hand.

"Sir, we don't know whether the locals would help us or not. And ambushing the militants, with their last known residence in the city, I don't think we should endanger-"

Her sentence was cut short when Alex covered the distance between them and stood over her. She took a step back, heavily reminded of how small she felt, how she cowered away from him last night.

"You do not speak out of turn, Sergeant. Have you forgotten how this works?"

"Alex…" She whispered, feeling weaker than ever under his piercing stare. Liv met Sy's cold stare over Alex's shoulder and felt dispirited with the lack of support in the room.

"You're dismissed, Sergeant." Alex spat out the words, glaring at her with his sea green orbs.

She spared a glance to her second-in-command and nodded her head, trying to avoid the creeping sensation of inferiority rearing it's head. Her eyes quickly flicked between Alex and Sy before she walked out the door, resisting the urge to look back.

***

Liv grabbed her gun and slung it across her shoulder. Picking up her helmet from the table, she strapped it to her chin, securing it tightly to sit on her head.

"Go ahead. Mount up the ammo, I'll be out in a moment." She told her men who ran out with the boxes of ammunition to load up the Humvee. On her way to Sy's office, she came across soldiers from other units, walking in hurried steps as they were about to roll out.

After she was asked to leave, Sy and Alex had come to the decision to ambush the militant leader. She had been ordered to ready her unit as they were to attack the enemy with full force. She had her doubts but after how Alex treated her, she knew her opinions meant nothing. She had gone off to find Mahmoud's whereabouts and was informed that a team had been sent to bring him to the camp.

Liv reached Sy's office and stared at the door for a long minute. She had to talk to him, ask him if he was okay. She had to see him before they left for the desert which was about to turn into a warzone. Knocking at the door, Liv entered the small office and found Sy putting on his combat vest with a sulk on his face. He looked up the instant she crossed the threshold to the room, staring at her for a moment before going back to his task.

"Sy," Liv closed the door behind her, covering the distance between them and latching onto his back for a hug. She breathed in his scent, feeling warmth at the contact, only then realizing she had missed him tremendously. "Is everything okay?" She whispered, trying to keep the calm of their shelter intact, away from the chaos outside.

Sy did not respond, detaching himself from her embrace to grab his holster from the table. Liv watched him with confusion, feeling the coldness that was emitting from him.

"Sy-" She began but he spoke before she could finish her sentence.

"It is Alex, isn't it? The friend who you screwed up with?" His voice was sharp like the edge of the sword, cutting into her heart with each syllable. "Is that what you do, fuck your Captain where you go?"

Liv's heart sank, his words burned like hot metal on her skin. She stared at the back of his head, going over his words over and over again in her mind. Sy turned around to look at her, eyebrows scrunched, and an infuriating gaze accusingly boring into her.

"What?" She could only ask, left stunned and hurt.

"I saw you both last night, up on the roof. Is that what you wanted me to see? Let me know subtly that you didn't love me?"

"No." She asserted. Taking a step forward, she reached out her hand to hold his but he pulled back the instant her fingertip grazed his skin.

"You take me for a fool? You think you can string me along like that?"

This time Sy stepped forward, walking until her back hit the opposite wall. Liv could feel the sting of tears in her eyes. She could see the hurt, anger, scepticism in Sy's flaming blue orbs and she wanted nothing but to tell him what the truth was. But he caged her in with his arms on either side of her face, leaning so close to her face that his breath washed over her skin.

"I told you I love you, I asked you so many times if there was anyone else in your life. I gave you my everything." Sy closed his eyes taking in heavy breaths for a moment. "And this is how you reward me. Seeing you in his arms…"

Liv was rendered speechless. Her tears had overflowed, trickling down her cheeks in a hot trail. She brought her hand to grab onto his shirt when, shaking her head to deny his accusations when he pulled back.

"When we are done today, you leave for Baghdad, Sergeant." Sy grabbed his gun and his pistol from the table and walked out the door, slamming it behind him and tearing Liv's spirit to shreds.

***

“Sergeant?” Liv heard the gruff voice of her private speaking from above her. She opened her eyes, clutching her head in her hands as a buzzing noise reverberated in her ears. The hot desert sun blinded her eyes as she took in her surroundings. Looking at her arms she noticed her skin was matted with a thick black concoction of sweat, dirt and blood.

“Let me help you.” The private said, putting his hand on her back and gently pushing her to sit up. Liv shook her head when she sat erect, blinking her eyes several times until everything came to focus.

The compound was abuzz with people, soldiers in a hurry to mount the cars with ammo. She saw a few of the men sitting on the ground with injuries visible on their skin. Some were being given water and helped to stand up, while others were just lying on the ground, groaning in pain and agony.

Liv ached in several places with her head fuzzy from the hit she had taken to the side of her face. But even in that incoherent haze, she could figure out which vehicle had not made it back to the compound. She refused to believe he was dead. But her blood ran cold when she thought it was a possibility.

The last Liv remembered was running towards Sy’s unit with her men flanking her sides. The RPG had barely missed Sy’s truck but was close enough to overturn it on impact with the ground. Their envoy had stopped to cover fire Liv and her unit, while they made their way towards the upturned car lying on its side. Everything was only a few feet away when the militants had ambushed them from the side, forcing them to take shelter behind the remains of blown-up vehicles.

Gunfire had raged everywhere. Bullets were hitting the rusted metal parts of the car’s frame, missing Liv's body by inches. Liv had advised over the comms to cover her as she saw movement behind the smoky remnants of Sy’s truck. She could hear Alex’s commands over the other voices; he was sending the rest of them back to the camp, saying how his unit was only a few clicks away from her location and they would be there to assist her team. She could hear them trying to get anyone from Sy’s unit to respond but all they got in return was deafening static.

Liv could feel her heart beating in her ears with the fear of losing Sy and with the probability of dying herself. She had run behind a boulder, taken cover and waited for her troops to join her. She had looked up from behind the stony mass when all of a sudden, the back of a rifle had come from the side and hit her temple, knocking her out cold.

Groaning at the memory, Liv’s hand instinctively went up to the place of impact on her forehead. She felt the crusted ruddy line dripping down the side of her face, winching when her fingers touched the sore spot. Bracing her weight on the outstretched hand of her private, Liv stood up from the ground on shaky legs. She thanked the private for his help, dismissing him to look after others needing assistance. She watched him jog away when her eyes spotted Alex with his Lieutenant.

She had no idea what brought on the rage inside her, but her insides boiled when she looked at him. She stormed towards Alex, throwing her helmet to the side. She briefly took note of her men staring at her wide eyed, halting their activities to watch her figure cross the length of the compound with furious eyes and heavy steps.

Pulling at his Kevlar vest, Liv turned Alex around to face her, ignoring the shock on his Lieutenant's face at her disdainful behavior. Feeling lost, scared and angry at the one person who had fucked up the sanctuary she had built with the one she loved, Liv wanted to ask him only one question.

"Did you leave him on purpose? Did you leave Sy to die?"

“Sergeant! You better watch your words.” Came the Lieutenant’s order, coming to stand in front of her face. But Liv did not pay him any heed, she looked into Alex’s eyes, searching for her answer.

Alex clenched his jaw; his lips were pressed tightly in a thin line. Liv waited for him to answer, listening to Alex’s heavy breaths and keeping her eyes fixed on his. He scrunched his face, the lines near his nose deepening, until he moved to come closer to her. Liv had to crane her neck to look him in the eye, but she held her ground.

“Sergeant Ross, you do realize you are talking to your Captain?”

The anger in her was dissolving and was getting overcome by fear; fear of losing Sy. She felt her hands tremble as she balled them into fists with her eyes beginning to sting with the forming tears.

“We have to go back to get him, Alex.” She spoke in a raggedly calm manner. “We don’t leave our men behind.”

Liv hated him for many reasons, but right now all she needed was a friend. She spared a glance to the Lieutenant and then at the others standing behind them. Alex let out a heavy breath and momentarily closed his eyes before tapping her on the shoulder.

“Get to the medic, you’re bleeding.” He bluntly instructed, before turning to talk to the Lieutenant and walking towards the building which housed the office. Like on command, a trickle of blood trailed down Liv’s eyebrows, hanging onto her eyelashes before she swiped her hand over her forehead.

Fresh crimson liquid on her hand glistened under the sun, the metallic scent of blood lingering in the dusty winds. She felt her eyes blur for a second, her footing became unsteady until a set of strong hands came to hold onto her arms.

“It’s okay, Sarge, I got you.” She had no idea who it was, only that it wasn’t her friend or her lover.

***

No one could stay calm after returning from the warzone. No one could rest.

Liv had passed out again on the makeshift medical center’s bed. The docs said it was because of the blow to her head and the bleeding coupled with heat, but Liv wanted to add a few more things to the list. Topping everything else was the fact that it was almost night time and they were yet to find out if Sy was dead or alive.

She watched the rusty old blades of the ceiling fan whirr with metallic creaks. She looked to her side and noticed the groaning man beside her. He had his arm bandaged and his eye looked swollen shut. She recognized him to be from Alex’s unit, one of his privates maybe, someone who was out in the warzone for the first time.

Taking a deep, shaky breath and willing herself to sit up, Liv slung her legs from the edge of the bed. She touched the bandage on her forehead, dabbing at the bump of the material on her skin. She grabbed her shirt hanging from the metal railing of the bed and started putting it on over her t-shirt.

“You okay, man?” She placed a gentle hand over the private’s shoulder, nodding her head at him when he replied with a weak ‘yes’. She was about to ask him if he needed anything when the ruckus from outside the window pulled her attention.

Liv was staring wide-eyed at the commotion through the infirmary's window. Someone was being dragged by the collar of their shirt into the centre of the compound to where Alex and his men stood. Without wasting any time, Liv buttoned her shirt and ran out the infirmary, ignoring the protests of the doctor present in the room. She rushed down the stairs towards the exit, out into the yard to find Mahmoud pushed to stand in front of the men.

“Mahmoud! What is happening?” She ran to stand next to her friend, holding onto his arm as he stumbled forward. He had scrapes on his face and his nose was bleeding. His camo shirt was disheveled, the buttons on the front straining against their holes.

Disregarding her question, the man from Alex’s unit turned his scowling face towards the Captain. “We found him making his way to the camp. He refused to come with us as a fugitive and when he resisted-”

“You hit him?” Liv looked towards the poor man who had been nothing but helpful all this time. Sy always counted on him, he always told her how Mahmoud was like the beacon of hope for restoring some sort of peace to this place. “Sir, Mahmoud has been helping us all along. He has been important for everything that we have accomplished here.”

Alex crossed his arms over his chest while regarding Liv with contempt. “This man and his intel have led to my men getting injured. He was the one who set you up with the insider who betrayed you and now, your Captain’s missing. And yet you trust this guy?” He nearly spat out the last words to her, anger flaming in his eyes as he stared at Mahmoud’s form.

“Believe me Sergeant, I did not know about the boy. I did not know he would betray you.” Mahmoud held onto Liv’s arm, quivering in his place as he spoke. “I am not lying. I saw him myself. Captain and his men are alive and they’ve taken them captive.”

“How do you expect us to believe you?!” The man from before bellowed, grabbing Mahmoud’s collar again and yanking him backwards. Liv was quick to react, holding onto the soldier’s arm, grasping it tightly and pulling it away from Mahmoud’s shirt.

“Stop it! That is not how we treat them!” Liv turned to look at Mahmoud, ignoring the wild thumping in her heart. Her hands were beginning to tremble again, but she was also filled with the warmth of relief in finding out that her Sy was alive. “Mahmoud, please do not lie. You know Sy trusted you, more than he trusted anyone from around here.” She took his hands in hers, looking the man in the eyes with a pleading gaze. “Is Sy alive?”

“Yes, Sergeant. But-

“But what?” The beating of her heart was so loud in her ears, she was certain everybody could hear it. She had a sinking feeling in her gut, that whatever Mahmoud was going to say next would move the ground beneath her feet.

“They-the leader, he plans on executing the Captain and his men… make an example of them. To show what happens to anyone who helps the Americans.”

Blood drained from Liv’s body the moment those words left Mahmoud’s mouth. He went on to describe things he saw, but everything was a blur after that. Liv took a few staggered steps away, looking at the ground under her feet and feeling dread seeping into every fiber of her being. She had to pull in trembling breaths through her thoughts to finally calm her nerves.

Sy was hurt, they had beaten him. They were going to execute him.

Liv just wanted to crumple to the floor, lose all semblance of sanity, her mind fixated on how they had ended things. But she closed her eyes and willed herself to focus on her training. She had to save him or die trying. She loved the man and now that she knew he was alive, she had to give her everything to bring him back.

“Sir,” She said with a renewed fervor. Alex and his men looked at her at the same time. She could be reading wrong, but it seemed like Alex’s eyes had softened, the fury in his eyes was replaced with concern. “If you could hear me out sir, I have a plan.”

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WHERE THERE IS NO TEMPTATION, THERE IS NO GLORY.

⊱ a santino d'antonio / oc short-fic

pt. iii: tra i due litigante terzo gode ( read on ao3 ) ( masterlist )

words: 3.6k

warnings: mentions of animal death (canon-typical), clown on clown violence.

rating: m/t

notes: putting this little project of mine up on the internet for strangers to see was incredibly nerve-wracking, but i have been so lucky to be received so kindly by folks! thank you to everyone who reads, it really means the absolute most to me.

i don't know if i mentioned this before, but you can find translations for the (google-translated) italian at the bottom of each chapter on my ao3. i know it's a hassle, i'm sorry!! just can't find an easy place to put them here without spoiling what's going on in the chap ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

thank you as always to my lovely beta @starcrier, my lover my life my shawty my wife; this could not be done at all without you. ♡ and to @belorage, who loves euphie enough to send me the cutest message that managed to kick my ass into gear to get this chapter edited!!

Two days after the engagement party, when Santino has finally made up for his delay and lateness, is when he ruins it all again.

Later, Euphemia will think that he can’t help it—he is destined to be a wrecker, a ruiner, even if it’s for himself. It’s not his fault, not really, she’ll say. Ignoring that he is a perfectly autonomous adult means that she can excuse his thoughtlessness and not call it selfishness.

One of Santi’s men tries to tell her that he’s busy as she strides through the museum, heels clipping the floor with a strict, stark cadence. The smell of the doctor’s office is still stuck in her palette. She feels a wad of anxiety, anticipation, coiling deep in the pit of her stomach, a black stone dropped there to torture her with its heaviness. Santino will be happy, she thinks absently, chewing the inside of her cheek as she moves. He’s always wanted this.

The man is keeping pace with her well enough, despite her long legs and the purpose with which she walks to one of the back rooms of the museum.

“Bella,” he says, reaching to stop her, “per favore, he is in a meeting.”

The words put a sour taste in her mouth. Busy, the man is trying to say, too busy for you, for this, right now.

“Trust me, Gianni,” she replies dryly, “he’ll want to make time for this.”

She takes two steps into the room past the other guards, who don’t bother trying to stop her. The room is marked primarily by a high ceiling, which allows all of the paintings to be hung in it in their varying degrees of size. Euphemia recognizes Santino sitting on the bench first, and then another man that he’s talking to. The man looks like he’s just come off of the streets, his hair dark and the scruff that she can see on the side of his face manicured enough to look like he just hasn’t bothered recently.

It takes Euphemia’s brain a few seconds to register the facial features of the man who turns to look at her over his shoulder. He would be nothing, mean nothing, to her if she didn’t see the way his expression flattened, his gaze sweeping over her—calculating. Measuring. Identifying.

He looks dirty, unshowered, covered in soot, and she thinks back to two nights ago when Santino showed up to their engagement party smelling like fire and gunpowder.

Santino stands abruptly. He might be angry, or perhaps worried; it’s hard to tell the difference with him. But she can’t look at him, anyway, her gaze fixed on the stranger who is not much of a stranger at all, who she knows because of the scary stories. The rest of the world may as well be melting down around her, some sick Van Gogh painting, and she can’t look away.

John Wick has dark eyes. Shark’s eyes, she thinks. Black, soulless. Like the glass eyes on a teddy bear. She feels her stomach lurch as fear washes over her in a slick, wet wave, reminding her that she’s already received one bout of stressful news this afternoon.

He watches her. She’s sure he’s sizing her up—that is what John Wick is made to do—but after a second, he glances to Santino, gauging his reaction. If he thinks she's any kind of a threat, he's not letting it show.

“I told you not to let anyone in,” Santi says angrily to Gianni, helpless behind her—because Gianni would have never dared to grab her arm to stop her, would have never thought it acceptable to handle her like street rabble.

“Santi,” Euphie says, feeling very small and very far away and somewhere that her body isn't, “who is that?”

She knows, but she wants to hear him say it.

He steps around the bench, excusing himself from his conversation with Wick and crossing the space between them to guide her out of the room with his hands on her arms. She lets him, not because she isn’t burning with rage but because if Santino doesn’t show her where to go, Euphemia will just stand there, fear driving icy-hot spears through her chest.

He takes her as far as around the corner of the room, maybe to put as much space between her and John Wick as he can afford, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. She starts to shrug his hands off of her, and oh, there it is—the shrieking, panging fear, and fury, boiling inside of her. Venomous, indignant. Her mind is a mess of color and noise and she’s vaguely aware that maybe she should be working hard to keep her voice down, but it no longer matters.

A lot of things shouldn’t have happened that did. What’s one more?

“You brought him here?” She can feel her voice bordering on hysteria. “Are you a fucking idiot, Santi? What part of I don’t want John Wick near my life—”

“Euphie, Euphie, Euphie,” Santi says, trying his sweet-talk; condescending, like he’s speaking to a child. “Lower your voice, tesora, and we’ll talk about it.”

Her hand moves of its own accord, a knee-jerk reaction to Santi sweetly telling her to shut up, and she slaps him. Hard. As hard as she can manage. The second her palm connects with the side of his face, and the needles start stinging in her palm, she thinks that she regrets it: but all she can really think about is the pure fear and rage coursing through her body, pummeling adrenaline through her bloodstream until she feels like she’s going to be sick.

And, a little, too, a warmth blooming in her chest: satisfaction.

Santino's head doesn't turn back to her right away. There is a heartbeat of a moment where only silence reigns, where his fingers reach and touch the place her palm had made contact with, like he can't believe she did it. Maybe he can't, but then he'd be a bigger idiot than Euphemia thought.

He turns to face her again and holds up a hand—perhaps to call for a moment of inaction, or to be prepared for a second blow, she’s not sure and she doesn’t care. Santi begins, his voice a low threat, “Do not do anything else you're going to regret, Euphemia.”

Anything else you’re going to regret, he says, as though she will regret having done this.

“Fuck you,” she snaps, her voice rising in volume further yet. The poison reverberates on the high, smooth glass ceiling, bouncing off of the marble walls until it’s all echoing around them. “He knows what I look like, what—what I sound like, he knows my name, Santi, you—”

She's pushing him, hitting his chest; an impatient and weak battering. She wants both to get him away from her as much as possible and keep him close. Santi catches her wrists with bruising force, trapping her and making her look at him.

“Euphemia, basta—if you had waited,” he bites out, “then—”

“I’m pregnant!” The words leave her in a visceral, furious shout, her heart thundering in her chest, her flight or fight demanding one or the other. She rips her wrists from his grip. It feels like her entire body is vibrating. “You fucking idiot—I was late, I just got back from the doctor, and—and you’re not supposed to have him here anyway! You promised me, Santino D’Antonio, you promised me!”

There is a heartbeat of time, of space, where her fiance stares at her like he doesn’t quite think that she’s real. Red blooms on his cheek where her hand made contact and the dark of his pupils has all but swallowed up the beautiful green of his irises. Finally, something seems to kick the gears back into motion, and he plunges on, catching his footing.

“Euphie,” Santi says, reaching for her again, “Euphie, listen to me. John came to me, I didn’t—”

“I don’t need a fucking history lesson, Santino!” Euphemia spits, brushing his hand away from her arm. Blood is rushing through her head, louder and louder, demanding she raise her own volume to be heard over it. “I told you to leave him alone. You insisted, and I thought that was the end of it—you came late to the party that night because of him, isn’t that right? So why is he here, Santi? Why is John Wick near me and my baby?”

Santino stares at her. She can see the flex of his jaw when his teeth clench, trying to maintain what shred of control he has. He swallows, lifting a finger, to indicate one minute, and it takes all of her self-control not to scream at him that he doesn’t get any more minutes. But there is some pleasure in seeing him a little ruffled; to see the way his eyes dart over her face, trying to keep everything collected neatly in his mind, filed away for premium use. She wants to shake him until he is really rattled.

“It may have taken more persuasion than I anticipated,” Santi says finally, at last.

Euphemia makes a sound something like wrecking, like grief, because she knew this was going to happen and he told her it wouldn’t but here they are anyway. It’s a death knell, ringing in her ribcage, in the cavity of her chest. Dead, dead, dead, we’re all fucking dead now, don’t you see it? You, and me, and now our baby, dead like stones.

He continues quickly, over the sound of her agony, “But that doesn’t matter—cara mia, listen to me, it doesn’t matter because now John will do what I ask him to, and we don’t have to worry about anything else. Euphie, Euphie—come here, we'll talk about this.”

She’s going to be sick. The doctor’s words are still rolling around in her head; avoid stress, make sure you sleep and eat well. Can’t be worrying that baby, can we, Miss Volpe? Make sure your fiance does all the work, hm?

“It does matter. It matters the most, Santi, I—I told you to leave him be, I told you, and you said that you would only ask and that would be it—”

She’s grieving, now, lamenting the loss of her happiness, the hysteria taking a melancholic edge in her voice as the sorrow sweeps over her. Santi keeps reaching for her, to try and ground her back to him, and for the first time since she met him she just can’t stand to feel him touching her, saying her name, trying to sweet-talk her. His hands sweep her shoulders, coming up for his thumb to brush the nape of her neck; instinctively, her shoulders scrunch up to disembark them, arms shoving his off of her.

He says, “Tesora, we can talk about this—”

“You did exactly what I asked you not to,” she manages out, taking a step back from him. “I ask you for two things, Santi. Helping my mother, and not putting yourself at war with John Wick. I do not—you should not have asked him at all!”

“Euphie—”

By the time Santino reaches for her again, she’s turning and walking away, her steps unsteady. She’s sure that she’s sweating, or crying, or maybe both or neither and her body is just kicking into overdrive with gut-wrenching sweeps of grief rocking through her body now that she’s got Baba Yaga fifteen feet from her. From her and her baby.

“Euphie!” Santino’s voice echoes down the main hall of the museum, lighter now. Almost like they never argued at all. “We’ll talk when I get home, si? Mi amore?”

Euphemia is certain she’s never heard a sentence more infuriating in her entire life. It sparks something violent in her. It had been dormant, had stepped aside for her mourning, but it catches fire the second Santino says, we’ll talk when I get home.

Incensed, she turns and slides the engagement ring off of her finger, throwing it as hard as she can at him. Gianni had been trailing her, certainly at Santino's behest, and he tries to stop her—but it's too late, the fury inside of her forcing her to move more quickly than Gianni anticipates.

He catches her around the waist and she considers, briefly, the logistics of wrenching Gianni's arm off of her to go and slap Santino again; instead, she watches the expensive engagement ring bounce off of the front of Santino's jacket and clatter on the floor.

The way he tilts his head, as though expecting her to lob it at his face, and the irritated expression that comes over him is almost as good as actually having hit her original target of that pretty face of his.

Then, it’s pure, sheer, furious indignation that crosses Santi’s face, but she has no time to think about what that means for her.

“Fuck you, Santi,” she bites out venomously. “Fuck. You. Don’t fucking bother coming home.”

“Bella,” Gianni says, “we should get you back.”

Euphemia debates slapping Gianni, too, but it would be unfair; in his defense, he did try to keep her out of the room. She turns and marches her way out, the doors slamming shut behind her and the cold air of New York in the fall washing over her. As Gianni speaks on the phone and calls the driver around, she glances up at the sky; gray and soft as wedding silk, it stretches, endless, cut in pieces by the skyscrapers parsing it out.

A fool, she thinks. Santino has always made a fool out of me, and this is no one’s fault but my own.

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Two hours later, Euphemia hears him enter the loft. He lets the door click shut softly behind him, not slamming it, not storming through. She expected no less; Santi so rarely lets the anger really take hold of him, so rarely lets himself scream or yell or throw something. I’m marrying a fucking sociopath, she thinks, but there’s no heat to the thought; only exhaustion, only a tiredness that goes bone-deep

Even now, she still thinks of it as present tense: she’s marrying a sociopath, as though she didn’t try to hit him in the face with the engagement ring he picked out for her just hours ago, as though in the end, she will still be his. She will.

“Are you calmed down?” Santino asks, in the way that only he could manage—condescending, and soft. Euphemia can’t withhold the vicious scoff that rolls out of her the second he talks.

“I told you not to come home,” she replies tartly, “but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You are apparently as deaf as you are stupid.”

“So no, then.”

“What do you want me to say, Santi?” Euphemia demands, looking at him now. She’s got a suitcase out but there’s nothing in it; she can’t bring herself to pack, to think about going back home to Tuscany where her mother is waiting, barely sober because she can only stay sober for about a month at a time before she falls back to her old habits. “Why don’t you invite our friend John Wick up for dinner, hm? I’m sure he’d like that, after you did whatever you did to make him show up here. Perhaps you took a page out of that idiot Iosef’s book and killed his new dog?”

“He owes me,” Santino insists, glossing over her needling, “and I will get what I am owed.”

She has to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “Do you know how fucking stupid you sound?” she asks, incredulous. “If I die before telling you how incredibly, disgustingly stupid you sound when you say that, then I will—”

Santino kisses her. He does it because he knows that she’s not expecting it, and it has its desired effect; she stills, all of the furious energy like bottled lightning capped again. He kisses her softly, with no rage, but she can feel it woven into the sinew of his posture.

She thinks about slapping him again. But he probably knows that, because he grabs her hands, gripping them in his; the pressure is more relaxing than it is infuriating, which almost drives her mad, but it does what Santino always does. It pulls her apart until all that’s left is the hurt, the fear, welling up inside of her like a tidal wave crashing into the shore.

“He’s doing what I asked,” he murmurs. “And then we’ll be done with John Wick. Mia piccola volpe, look at me.”

“No,” she says, trying to sound angry but it comes out an agonized sound; she’s crying before she can stop herself, tears burning the edges of her eyes and a big, wet gasping breath necessary for her to keep going. “No, I don’t want to look at you anymore, Santi—”

“He’s doing what I ask, and then I promise, you and I will be done with John Wick forever.” His voice is urgent and insistent. “The three of us, tesora. Isn’t that right? You weren’t just saying that to get back at me?”

She nods, numbly. They had been careful, because she’d said she wasn’t ready—but mistakes happened. Pills got forgotten. She wishes that she could have lied about it and kept it secret. Maybe he’d be acting differently now if she wasn’t carrying his child; maybe his face would be something else.

“Euphie,” he whispers, taking her face in his hands. “My perfect, gorgeous Euphie—my greatest piece of art.” He kisses her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. “And the one with the most bite, too, even when you are so ungrateful for the things that I do. My face still hurts.”

“Good,” Euphemia manages out, her voice wobbling. “You deserve it. Idiota.”

“Maybe,” Santi replies. He tucks her against his chest and kisses her hair. “I never thought I would piss you off enough to get you to hit me—and you did cause quite a scene in front of Wick.”

“Stop.” Just the sound of that monster’s name makes her stomach churn. “Stress is bad for the baby.”

He laughs, the first real laugh in what feels like days since he’s decided on this path with John Wick. “Fine, I will not mention him again. But know that after this, it will be done. Permanently. Forever. Si? Tell me you understand, Euphie.”

She’s so tired. She’s so tired down into her core, the kind of tired that doesn’t go away with a nap or a cup of coffee. “Si,” she replies, closing her eyes. “Capisco, Santi.”

Somehow, Santi’s words that things will be done “permanently” with John Wick only manage to make her more uneasy.

She can’t remember what exactly carries her through the rest of the evening. She remembers calling her mother to check on her, to ask if she’s keeping up with her meetings. She can’t bring herself to come clean about the surprise pregnancy; it’s early, anyway, and her mother would only stress her out more.

“Sei la mia stella più preziosa,” her mother says. “Ti amo, Effie.”

“Yes, mama,” Euphie sighs, unable to say the words back. “Buona notte.”

She hits the red end call button on the phone screen, setting it face-down on the countertop and leaning her palms against the marble. God, she knows that she’d fucking kill a man for a drag of a cigarette—but she could never. Not now. Not when she has—

The sound of paper on the countertop stirs her from her half-bent position. Santino slides it across to her, setting a pen down next to her hand. It’s their marriage certificate. He’s already signed it, and while she stares at it numbly, he takes her left hand and puts the engagement ring back on her finger, but this time with the diamond wedding band he’d picked out as well.

“Santi,” she starts, but he tsks his tongue, quieting her. She’s too tired to be offended.

“Sign the certificate, amore,” he says. “Do not fuss. You’re going to stop throwing this ring at me, yes?”

There are a million reasons not to sign it: but the words that came out of her mouth are, “We don’t have the witnesses or the officiant.”

“Do we need a witness or officiant greater than God himself?” Santino replies. He leans against the counter from the other side, watching her. He is polished, pristine. Any remains of her earlier transgression against him are now completely gone, at least the physical marks. She’s sure that he won’t forget very soon that she raised a hand against him. “Sign it, Euphie, and be my wife.”

She stares at the paper. She feels like she’s melting; her life can’t be real anymore, not when John Wick was, just hours ago, feet away from her, and she’s pregnant, and now Santino is asking her to sign their marriage certificate right now.

The implications fill her with dread. What’s the rush? If nothing’s wrong, if they’ll be done with John Wick, what’s the rush?

“You said that you had nothing before me,” Santino says, breaking her out of her eerie, absent-minded disconnect. He brushes the hair from her face. “You will never have nothing again.”

Euphemia signs the certificate in a haze. It doesn’t feel any different after; she doesn’t feel different and neither does Santino in relation to her, and the realization that they had felt married for a few years now sinks down on her.

Santino rounds the counter to her, taking her face and kissing her; her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, the corner of her mouth and eventually just kissing her. His hand smooths over her stomach, admiring, and he brushes their noses together.

“Perfetto e tutto mio,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. “Isn’t that right, Euphemia?”

She replies, without thinking, “Si, sono tuo.”

Always, she thinks, always yours, whether I like it or not.

#santino d'antonio/original female character #john wick oc #santino d'antonio/ofc #john wick #spilled ink #c: euphemia volpe #c: santino d'antonio #c: john wick #x: senza tentazioni senza onore #oh yeah baby real good love the SUFFERING #ugh i wish i could convey how much it means to me to have people reading and enjoy this #alas i can only!!!! cry in the tags #thank you everyone <3

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sweetestlamb · 3 years

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Teaser- Story Coming Soon

Summary: The heart tends to be uncontrollable.

Author's note: Dedicated to @prodmina who lives, breathes and bleeds JunJin to an admirable level, thanks for everything you do my dear! If you've been around for a while you're used to my teasers then, I'm a teacher and this week will be very crazy for me I know I won't be able to update until the weekend. But I know exactly what's going to happen in the next chapter so here's a teaser I wrote, I'm feeling very inspired today. It's been a productive day on Tumblr (don't ask me about the rest of my life) please enjoy this second cliffhanger (I'm sorry truly!!) But also know some fun stuff is coming and then it gets sad again LMAO 🎢

She stands dumbfounded in his arms, unable to process the words that have left his lips. She couldn't have heard him right, why on Earth would someone like him who had girls fighting to be his girlfriend want anything to do with her? Did he pity her that much? Was this the premise of a high school drama and he’d taken some sort of bet to befriend her? Somehow all of those options seem more feasible than him having genuine feelings for her.

But it's her first real confession, she's always seen others receive this and never experienced it herself. There had been some grandiose ones at school but she secretly tells herself she prefers this, just them two without an audience. it feels more intimate and authentic, as if he couldn’t wait another minute and his feelings for her overwhelmed him. Her heart is beating rapidly despite her deep calming breaths, he's effectively turned her world upside down with just those small three words.

I like you.

She can't control the way her heart flutters, but surely it would react that way to anyone? It wasn't connected to the confession-er, she was merely affected because someone liked her that was human nature. It didn't matter that it was Han Seojun, they were nothing to each other. Pity was surely clouding his emotions and she wanted no part in being there when he realized that and abandoned her, it was best not to get attached at all she argues with her traitorous heart.

Her phone brings her back to reality, suddenly she remembers where she's meant to be right now and her father's enraged face appears in her mind. He'd told her not to embarrass him, which meant she had to go on this date and paint on a happy face and pretend that she wasn't dying inside. All for a man who treated her no better than scum under his shoes.

Pulling out the phone, Obligation flashes on her phone screen that's all he was after all she'd already forgotten his name, it was of no importance to her. She doesn't know if she should answer, still confused about her next step and while she's ruminating a hand suddenly fills her vision and snatches the object from her hand. Twisting out of his hug she stares in shock before trying to grab the phone back, "Are you insane? Give it back!" But he steps back, putting more space between them as he holds the stolen object just out of her reach tauntingly using his looming height.

"Is this your date? Obligation." He reads the name from the phone, venom in his voice and she's taken back by his tone he's hardly ever serious or cold with her. She’s seeing many different facets to his personality today.

"Han Seojun, give it back!" She demands, stomping her feet before lunging for the item, putting a hand on his shoulder for more leverage. But she miscalculates and her face smashes into his jaw making him cry out in pain and sending her flying forward her body crashing into his painfully, he steadies her with an arm around her waist bringing her dangerously close to him. Their eyes connect as if they are magnetized, just like that day in front of her house.

"Is this your answer, princess? You sure know how to hurt a guy." She peers at him in bewilderment before searching his face, there's not even a fraction of a smile on his lip and he refuses to meet her eyes. Gazing off into the distance although he's speaking to her. He seems...hurt and he’s not doing a good job of hiding it at all, it’s written all over his face and she wonders vaguely what kind of world he must live in to be able to so freely reveal his feelings? She yearns to grab his lips and literally turn his frown upside down, smiles look much better on him.

"You mean it." She whispers in awe, the ice around her heart defrosting as his palpable pain washes over her. He'd thought she was rejecting him for her "date". He clearly wasn't a great listener, she had no feelings for that guy it was just another part of her world that she had no control over. For some reason she wants to explain that to him, make him understand that in another universe maybe things would be different, maybe she would be allowed to want and she would explore this but this isn't her reality, things are not that simple. Love isn't an option for her.

"I told you. About my world, I can't--"

"That's just an excuse. You have a choice Sujin." He states his word are cold as ice, he looks livid as he puffs out an exasperated breath of air and frantically runs his fingers through his hair.

Shoving him hard she sneers up at him before shouting in his face, "What choice do I have? I have control over nothing in my life, my first date is being stolen from me. I'll probably have to kiss him too so that will also be stolen! I can't control anything I didn't even choose this outfit. None of this is my choice." It's not his fault, and he's the one person that's been there for her and that makes her even angrier, why isn't she allowed to have this? Go on a date with a boy who might care for her, why is life cruel enough that this is being presented but she can't grab onto it with both hands?

For the first time ever, he doesn't deflate or back off like he usually does when they get to these moments, he's usually her safety pin pulling her back from the edge of detonation so she's not ready for him to scream back at her, "Then choose me! Fuck all of that, fuck your father." He lifts up her phone which has started to ring again, "Fuck this guy! Just choose me, let me be your first." They both stand still, staring at each other the jingle of her iPhone not enough to cut the thick coiling tension and then she watches in gaped surprise as he angrily slides her phone open. "Stop fucking calling, she's not coming. She's with her boyfriend." Then he slides the phone close, finally handing it back to her looking at her with those hard glistening eyes. She looks at the phone and then back at him, eyes wide as the moon.

Stupefied and flustered she stutters out, "You're n-n-ot my boyfriend. What are you doing?"

"Let me take you on a date. Pick me Sujin.”

#true beauty #true beauty kdrama #Teaser #update on the weekend possibly #send me good vibes and support #han seojun #kang sujin #the couple that should have been #junjin

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Part 1! Part 2

Bakugou slumps angrily on the couch in the common space of his shared apartment.

Although if it were up to him he would have had his own apartment.

Especially with the way Kirishima brought his girlfriend over to sit on the love seat in the small living room being all...touchy feely. It was enough to make him gag.

Kirishima had begged him to sign the lease with him and so Bakugou begrudgingly agreed.

But he didn't expect a third party to be living here.

And no it was the cute pink haired woman who sat giggling beneath his sculpted arm.

It was you.

You who bursts through the doors, practically running into the living room as you slip off your shoes.

"I need someone's help during the undergrad agency summer break." You pant as you look around the room. Eyes first flying to Kirishima before landing on the growling Ash blonde, "It'd be half work half vacation for a couple of weeks. Please."

You sound desperate causing Bakugou's stomach to churn. While it caused Kirishima to panic. In the year or so the three of you had shared an apartment you had never asked for help.

Not even with the dishes after your turn to cook. Glittering rubies dance across your form while scarlet burn holes into your skin.

"When? Which month?" Kirishima asks, pulling Mina closer to his muscular form.

"This upcoming month. So next week." Desperation is in your face again, "It's just a simple job I would pay…"

"I wish I could but Ashido and I are going abroad for our final summer internship before we are stand alone pros." Kirishima watches your face become crestfallen. You look to Bakugou desperately who avoids your puppy eyed gaze purposefully.

"Could you get Denki to do it?" Kirishima prompts. You chew your lip as you try to picture it.

"He isn't a good fit for the job. I need...someone a little more serious." Pacing as you think, going down the list of your classmates that might be free. Each step becoming more anxiety fueled, Kirishima's eyebrows knit upwards before his gaze lands on his friend.

"Bakugou, you got the summer off as a reward didn't you?" The ash blonde cuts his "friend" a harsh glare.

"Oi so what if I did?" All venom as he makes eye contact, instantly regretting it as he watches hope bloom on your face. His heart pangs as his stomach twists. He let's out an angry growl, "I'm not helping any fucking extras."

He stands, headed to barricade himself in his room for the rest of the evening. Between you and the fucking love birds he was more than ready to tear out his soft locks.

Your heart pounded in your chest now that Kirishima had mentioned it, Bakugou could potentially be perfect for the job. And you didn't have much time. The two of you would need to leave this weekend.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Please Bakugou! I'll make that super spicy ramen you love!" Your voice is higher than normal and whiny. Something the two men are unused to. Sinking your knees into the soft carpet in front of him. Your hands raised above your head as you speak.

"Please please please. I'll make the ramen anytime you want it for the next YEAR! 330 in the morning. 4 in the afternoon. 8pm! Please Bakugou Katsuki please!" You clap your hands, clasping them tightly together trying to hold onto what little dignity you had left. Groveling to a man you hardly knew and tolerated because Kirishima asked you to. Broken pride lodges like a lump in your throat, burning your eyes with unshed tears.

Katsuki blinks slowly, It was the first time you had used his first name.

And to be honest he hadn't ever imagined you to beg for anything.

He grabs onto your wrists yanking you to your feet.

"No one wants to see you on your knees, Brat." He snarls, yanking you hard enough you lose your footing as you're pulled into his godly chest. He watches you look up at him through long lashes. Your voice carrying in his head long after you've stopped speaking. Plush lips pointed in a forever pout.

"Please Katsuki."

He suppresses a shudder, grip tightening as he holds your forearms.

"I'll do it. Now shut up." He snarls, giving you a small shove.

Most people would feel embarrassed or hell even a little shameful. But you were not most people.

Bakugou hears you jumping for joy as he slams his door shut. Wondering what the hell he agreed too.

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He finds himself still wondering what he's said yes to as he stands in the train station staring at the map of the stops.

The town you named as your stop was in the middle of fucking no where. Where the hell were you two going?

Was this where you murdered him like you always promised?

"Katsuki! There you are!" Of course it's you who's shouting across the damn station, and if you didn't already attract enough attention with your easy on the eyes looks.

His own eyes watch your thick frame, powerful legs pushing you forward to him while your backpack among other things jiggle as you run, "You didn't get your ticket yet did you?"

He produces the slip as his eyes are finally drown downward towards the large duffle bag overstuffed with what looks like toys and souvenirs.

"Fucking Bakugou!" You snarl, "I was gonna buy your ticket."

He slides his digits against the smooth grey paper to reveal another ticket.

"Had I waited for your dumbass we wouldn't have made it there." You follow his eyes to the board to see your stop was SOLD OUT.

"What's with all that shit?" Again you mirror his gaze to your giant bag.

"Presents." You snarl, pushing him toward the platform as the grainy voice overhead announces boarding.

Bakugou shoves his small black bag into an overhead compartment, motioning with his broad hands for yours. You pass him your obnoxiously large bag that he growls over as he shoves it in, slamming the door shut.

He takes your book bag from your shoulders roughly before carefully placing it between his foot and the metal wall. You offer him a small smile before anxiety and anger begins to dance beneath your skin. The train becoming more and more crowded as people board. The last thing you wanted was your ass accidentally pressed against some perverts hardon each time the train jerked this way or that. You really should have asked Bakugou to help you get here early. If you had maybe you could have at least grabbed a seat. You just keep reminding yourself that after three stops the train would practically be empty.

But it was becoming a difficult mantra as more men pressed themselves against you as they piled onto the train. One or two ghosting their hands over your defined denim clad cheek. You bite your tongue counting down from ten knowing full well that causing a scene would only make things more difficult for you.

A suck of teeth is heard before you're being harshly pulled off balance just for your back to be pressed into the cool metal wall of the train. You're about to throw a punch when you realize it is Bakugou who has you pinned in the corner of the car. One strong hand pressed above your shoulder to keep from crashing into you as the train moves while the other holds tight to the bar overhead, shielding you from wander eyes but most importantly wandering hands.

Your heart thumps in your chest as you're caged in, all the while harsh scarlet eyes look down at you in a sneer.

"You should have left earlier Baka." He growls as his eyes cut to the corner of the window to stare at anything but you.

A blush creeps into your cheeks as silence washes over the car. You take deep breaths to calm yourself only to be smothered in a heavy and almost charred sugary scent. A smile ghosts your lips as it reminds you of late summer nights and fireworks at festivals.

Over the next hour you steal glances up at the hot head who looks more than displeased as his scarlet eyes bore holes into the passing cityscape that slowly turns into a suburb just outside of the city limits. As you said the bodies on the train have thinned significantly as Bakugou pulls away, pointing to the first open seat he can see.

You gladly take it, nestling beside a kind old man who gives you a knowing look. Somehow it makes you blush more.

Bakugou wasn't going to take the news well as to why you really begged him on this adventure.

But what he didn't know didn't hurt him. He was already fitting the job description although he had his own way of doing it. His eyes cut to your bag by his foot to make sure it is still there before they cut to you.

They linger over the old man questioning with his gaze if you're being bothered. You give a small shake of your head no before he sighs out. Taking with it some of the tension in his body as he pulls his phone from his pocket, his other arm still holding onto the bar. His muscles and bare skin peeking out from beneath the sleeve of his skull tee. Flexing with each pull of the train.

Heat floods your cheeks when you realize you are staring, you fish for your own phone to distract yourself as time seems to creep by.

Before long the older gentleman's stop has come, he ruffles the paper as if to fold it but uses the sound and ink as cover.

"You should just tell him." He gives you a wink before he folds the news neatly, tucking it beneath his arm as he slowly steps out of the training. Stopping just to give you a wink.

"Uuuugghh." Your heart sinks into your stomach before Bakugou finally takes a seat beside you.

"You sure that geezer didn't give you any trouble?" You nod as he scoots further away as the train empties until it is just the two of you.

"What exactly am I fucking doing anyway?"

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck.

He wasn't supposed to ask yet.

You had hoped he wouldn't ask at all! That he would have kept his gaze sharp, arms crossed and mouth shut.

But here he sat, close enough you could smell his sugary scent once more.

"Don't get mad."

"Oh here we fucking go." His forearms threaten to pop as he holds your gaze head on.

"It's not really a job. I'm still going to pay you but…we're going to my hometown to see my family. So many people are going to be there I just didn't want to go alone. I haven't been in well over a year or so due to hero training and schooling. It's my grandmother's 95th birthday and well I…"

He watches sadness creep over your features, pulling your lips southward. He sighs out, letting go of the popping sensation that pricks at his skin.

"Oi, just means you owe me more than a years worth of ramen." His voice is gruff but it doesn't match his scarlet eyes. The train stops as two woman and the six kids between them get ready to board.

Thankfully you spot them before they spot you.

You lean close to Bakugou whispering almost too quickly for him to hear.

"From this point on. Just follow my lead."

You stand, a smile wide across your face as the kids yell, "Jushi-saaaan!!!"

Bakugou holds his breath and counts for a moment, realizing much too late that there's no turning back now.

Conversation is light between the two of you as the kids play on their switches. Laughing loudly before more and more people pile on.

But this time they aren't strangers, no each time they are a new relative. Scarlet eyes narrow as the begin to wonder just HOW big your family was.

The train stops but the adventure doesn't as the large family loads onto a small bus ride that last another hour.

The sun begins to set as bus finally stops just outside a large estate and much older estate.

"No fucking way." He mutters to himself as he grabs for your bags, keeping his grumbling to himself as he climbs towards the estate.

"I can take one of those Katsuki. I don't mind."

"Dumbass I need it since you took away a month of training from me." He growls, pushing past you as he rises to the top.

Once there an elderly woman greets the two of you, he eyes roaming over Bakugou with a dull but interested look before passing back to you.

"Separate rooms of course. Set your things down, Mei will take them. For now Sobo wants to see the two of you."

You bow, stomping on Bakugou's foot until he follows suit. Glaring at you the entire time.

Still he follows you around the large estate until you come across an open tatami door. Before you can sink down to your knees your grandmother calls for you.

"Come in dear! Don't be shy." She smiles delightfully watching the ash blonde with deft eyes. Bakugou wouldn't have guess your grandmother was 95 if you hadn't told him. She sits stick straight in an old. iromuji kimono with bright eyes.

You sink to your knees and he mirrors your actions. Curiosity softening his burning ember eyes.

"How have you been my sweet mago?" She smiles wide enough that even her eyes seem to smile, reminding Bakugou if you.

Guess the apple never really does fall far from the tree.

"I'm well. I'm almost done with my pro hero internship. Then I can freelance and do work as I please." You smile, going on about your life as you catch up with your grandmother.

"Well I've got something for you as promised." She leans forward passing you a black kimono with cranes stitched in silver and golden thread. A small shrill shriek leaves your body as you hug onto her tightly pulling the fabric away from you to see.

"It's gorgeous grams!"

"A gorgeous piece for a gorgeous woman." Her smile is directed towards the ashen blonde "So Bakugou was it?"

He gives a nod, his body fully relaxed as he tries his hardest to be respectful desire his wanting to scream what the hell he needed to waste a full day's journey to the middle of no where for.

"We've heard so much about you! A pro hero with a powerful quirk." Bakugou smirks over the compliment, "You look strong. Good my mago needs it. She and this family do not do well with pushovers. She needs someone with a strong will. Since you are her fiance I have a few questions."

"Fian…" He shoots a glare towards you to which you return tenfold, he glances towards your grandmother. He grinds his teeth in temporary defeat.

"I need to know you can take care of her. My granddaughter is independent, almost to a fault. She comes from a long line of stubbornness and strong willed women. She needs to be supported without being overshadowed. She will need to be offered help because she will never ask and you will need to watch her closely as she will show two emotions. Determined and composed anger to get the task done and happiness should you be lucky. But the real question is." Grandmother leans in close holding Bakugou's darkening gaze, "Would you die for my granddaughter?"

His brows furrow from such an old fashioned question, your grandmother's eyes begin to narrow, gaze unwavering as she stares into crimson pools for the answer.

"I'll ask a final time. Would you die for my granddaughter?" Bakugou holds her gaze and answers without thought or hesitation.

Speaking an unspoken truth he hadn't realized was there.

"Yes." His voice is gruff and serious, even causing you to be taken aback.

All the while your grandmother's eyes cloud with what you think is suspicion before a giant smile plasters onto her face.

"He's going to fit right in." The old rotary phone in her study begins to ring, "I'll see you two tonight for dinner."

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waywardfangirl · 3 years

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I was incredibly fortunate to get to write for the wonderful @fight-surrender in the Carry On Secret Snowflake exchange, and she gave some of the best prompts I've seen. I ended up choosing to write a meet-cute (a meet-ugly, really) that takes place on the beach and centers around Simon's new fixation on the supposed dangers lurking below the waves.

I have to give a giant thank you to @foolofabookwyrm and @caitybuglove23 for being excellent betas, cheerleaders, and for helping me get the fic formatted and posted when my computer stopped working - you guys are the best! 💜💜💜

You can read the fic below, or on AO3!

Simon

I've always wanted to go to the beach. Growing up in care, I never had the opportunity to, but now that Penny and I are done with university and enjoying weekends without the threat of homework hanging over our heads, I finally can. Of course, we don't live close to the beach, so our day trip took some planning, but it gave me time to look up all the best places to eat, and it gave Penny time to watch every possible documentary about the ocean. I watched a lot of them with her, and while I know I probably won't see all of the tropical fish that swam across our TV screen, I'm still really excited to see the ocean.

Unfortunately, I also happened to be in the room while Penny watched some show called “Predators from the Deep”, or something along those lines, so my excitement is also tinged with trepidation (or outright fear) of some of the things lurking under the waves.

“Sharks aren’t anything to worry about, Simon! They don’t want to attack you, and the likelihood of even seeing a shark here is extremely low.”

“It’s not the sharks I’m worried about, Pen! It’s all of the other stuff, all those little parasites, and the poisonous things, and the spiny ones.” The documentary was filled with shadowy shots of spiked balls and spotted tentacles just waiting to attack some unsuspecting wader.

“Don’t eat any of it then,” she replies, hardly even paying attention to me as she smooths out her blanket and sets up the umbrella.

“What?”

“You said you were worried about the poisonous things, so just don’t eat anything you find in the ocean.”

“They can hurt me even if I don’t eat them! What about that one octopus?”

“That was venomous, not poisonous, there’s a difference.” She squirts sunscreen into her palms and then slaps them lightly onto my cheeks, not allowing me time to squirm away.

“Whatever, venomous then, there are still things to be scared of in there!”

Penny ducks under the arm I have flung out to point at the ocean with, and grabs two waters from our cooler.

“You’ll be fine Simon, I promise.” She shoves a bottle into my hands. “Rub in your sun cream, and let’s walk by the edge of the water, alright? You’ll like it, we can find shells!” She starts off, picking her way through the sand and looking back only once to make sure that I’m following her.

It turns out that the water feels quite nice, even soothing. The sounds of the waves and the feel of cool water splashing my ankles combine to make me feel safe. They make me forget about the horrors lurking off-shore.

Penny has a handful of shells and has started handing me others to put in the pocket of my swim shorts. I’ve found a few shells of my own too, but I stopped paying such close attention to the ground about ten minutes ago, when I noticed a man about our own age playing in the waves with his younger siblings.

He has dark hair, originally falling around his face but now wet with seawater and slicked back to emphasize his widow’s peak. He’s still too far away for me to tell what color his eyes are, but as Penny and I walk closer I’m able to make out more of his facial expressions. He seems to be putting on sneers for show and occasionally gives bright smiles for the younger kids swarming him. He’s wearing one of those long-sleeved swim shirts, but it’s clinging tight to his body. He looks like he could be a footballer with all of the muscles I can see, even at this distance.

I’ve been trying not to stare too openly at him, but I can’t really help it - there’s just something about him that keeps drawing me in.It’s almost as if I’m under some sort of spell or thrall. Right now though, I’m extremely glad I’ve been so captivated by him, because I seem to be the only person on the beach who realizes the danger we’re all in.

Curling around the man’s left ankle are the tentacles of an octopus, surely about to stick its fangs into him and inject him with its venom (or whatever it is octopuses do to kill people).

"Octopus!" I yell. I’m at a loss for any other words, but I’m desperately trying to warn Penny as I sprint off to rescue him.

"Ooh, where?" She doesn't sound nearly concerned enough for the looming threat of death hanging over us all, but I'll talk to her about taking proper safety precautions later. Right now, I have to go save the life of the prettiest person I've ever seen.

"Octopus! Octopus!" I can't seem to make any other phrases come out of my mouth, but eventually the man looks up to see me barreling towards him, flailing my arms and yelling at the top of my lungs. He raises an eyebrow at me, staying far too calm considering the mortal peril he's in, and glances behind him to see who else I could possibly be talking to.

Unfortunately, that means he's not paying attention enough to sidestep me when the combination of my momentum and adrenalin send me toppling into him. We both splash down into the small waves lapping at the sand and I scramble to extricate myself from his long limbs as quickly as possible, crawling down to examine his ankles and prepared to risk my own life if I have to pull the octopus off of him.

"What are you doing? " His voice is lovely and posh, the vowels round and smooth and expensive.

"Saving your life, mate, you're welcome by the way," I grunt as I make another unsuccessful grab for the tentacles.

"From what? All you've done so far is endanger me, pushing me down and holding me in the water." He pauses. "If this is your attempt at murder by drowning, I think I pity you. First, you caused a scene by yelling the whole way down the beach before you assaulted me, and now you're not even bothering to hold my head under this truly pathetic amount of water. You're an absolute disaster."

"I told you—" (why are these tentacles so hard to grab,) "I'm not trying to kill you, I'm trying to save you."

"Save me from what, exactly?"

Ha! I've got you now, evil cephalopod!

"This!"

I hold the octopus up in triumph, feeling the water drip onto my sodden hair.

"From… a clump of seaweed?"

"What? No. No, it's an octopus."

Slowly, I lower the mass in my hand down to eye level, and immediately I feel my cheeks flame in embarrassment.

"Oh. Right. Sorry, then."

I try to push back from him and stand up, but my hand won't release the seaweed (it really did look like an octopus!). When I try to move a wave hits me, washing the sand out from under my foot and making me flounder for a few moments, only compounding my embarrassment. When I finally look up at the man I accidentally assaulted, he seems entirely unbothered by anything. He's lounging back on his elbows, somehow managing to look down his nose at me even though I'm sitting up fully now, and it's simply unfair how defined his abs are, even under his shirt.

"Do you make a habit of doing things like this?"

His eyes are too intense for me to look at any longer, they're a grey color that seems to be shifting to reflect the ocean behind me, and I have to busy myself with peeling the green fronds of seaweed away from my fingers.

"Like what?"

"Attacking strangers or playing the hero, take your pick."

"Sorry. I thought it was an octopus and I didn't want you to die," I mumble. This prick should be grateful, where does he get off being so smug anyway?

"Why on earth would I have died from an octopus touching me?"

"Because they're one of the most deadly creatures on earth!"

"What? No they're not. Not the ones around here, anyway. The blue ringed octopus is incredibly deadly, but it lives in the Pacific Ocean."

"But, couldn't they-"

He levels me with a look that could probably set me on fire.

"Mordelia!" One of the children comes running over from where they fled when I tackled their brother. She looks to be about twelve or thirteen, and while she isn't quite as dark and villainous looking as her brother she still has his same air of superiority. "Does this gentleman need to be worried about being attacked, maimed, or killed by any octopuses while swimming today?"

This kid - Mordelia, I guess - levels me with the most condescending look I have ever seen, and just scoffs . Actually scoffs at me, like I'm an imbecile. (Although, I still have seaweed stuck to me, so she may be onto something there.)

"No. Most accounts of cephalopod attacks can't be proven, and the few that have been entirely substantiated occurred in vastly different habitats or under circumstances that this beach couldn't support."

With that, she turns and runs back to the rest of her family, leaving me with only a parting eye roll.

"She's going through a marine biology phase."

It's the first thing the dark haired man has said to me in a casual manner, and I startle a bit.

"Did you also have a marine biology phase?"

I think my question catches him off-guard, and I smirk.

"Perhaps," he answers after a beat. "But Mordelia's has been going on for three years now, so we think it may actually stick. Mine dried up after only a few months."

He smiles at me for the first time since I knocked him over, and it's almost painful how handsome he is, sprawled out elegantly on the beach like he's in an ad for expensive watches or cologne or something, and I can't believe I tackled him because of some stupid seaweed.

"I had a dinosaur phase," I confess, smiling back at him.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I reach down to help him up, and I'm shocked at how cold his fingers are, and how much I want to warm them up in my own. It's too bad I made such a horrible first impression, I would otherwise be sorely tempted to ask him out on a date. "What's your name, by the way? You've already attacked me, had we been in cars we would have exchanged names and proofs of insurance by now."

I’m such a mess. I didn't even think to ask what his name was.

"Simon. I'm Simon."

I go to shake his hand, and then realize that we're still holding hands, and I feel my cheeks grow redder still.

"Hello Simon, I'm Baz. It's nice to meet you, although the next time we meet I sincerely hope you can refrain from throwing yourself quite so bodily at me before we've even said hello."

"Yeah, umm, I'm sorry, really, I-" My brain catches up with my mouth. "Wait, did you say next time? "

His mouth curls up into a grin, and he gives my hand a squeeze as I try to figure out how I messed up so badly and things still worked out so well.

"Of course. For our first date, perhaps we can go to the aquarium and you can see what an octopus really looks like."

#my fic #snowbaz #Down By The Sea #Secret Snowflake 2020 #fluff and silliness 😊

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➳ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst, thriller, stalker au

➳ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: Skye realizes she has to deal with a ruthless stalker when the messages she’s constantly receiving are getting more and more threatening. A stalker that makes her recall memories of the past she swore she would never rake up again

➳ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2,5k

prologue, part one, part two, part three, part four

April 2013

''Skye can you pass me the milk please?'' my father kindly requests while we enjoy our breakfast. They enjoy to be exact. I can hardly take part in their conversation, my mind is away.

My eyes can't stop following her skinnier, exhausted figure moving from the kitchen to the dining haul and serving breakfast.

Something's up these days, she avoids eye contact with me at all costs, we haven't even talked properly. She's acting cold towards me just muttering a few weak goodmornings and goodnights. Yeah, those are the only words I've exchanged with my ''best friend'', not even a little talk to catch up with each other's news.

''Ruby can you fetch me some honey?'' my mother yells so that Ruby listens from the kitchen. A few seconds after she appears holding a jar of honey. Even her walk is stiff, I'm genuinely concerned about her health.

''Here you are'' I'm sure she can feel my burning gaze as she leaves the honey on the table and finally after a week our eyes meet.

Shit, she looks so pale, dark circles under her red eyes, chipped lips, I can even practically see her facial bones. To my surprise she doesn't look annoyed or angry. She just glances at me tiredly, as if she had quit living.

My piercing gaze on the other hand is anything but calm and sympathetic. She's clearly sick, something's eating her alive and instead of sharing her concerns with me she stays away?

Our eye contact lasts only for a few seconds but it's strong enough to show my restrained rage.

She realizes it immediately, averts her gaze and leaves like the coward she is.

''This weekend I'm leaving on an unexpected business trip'' my father announces and takes a sip of his coffee right after

''Again? You were on a business trip last week'' my mother fires back

''Do you think it's up to me? For your information I'd rather stay home and relax with my family''

''I don't mean it's your fault I just...''

''You make me feel terrible every time I have to tell you about a businesstrip. I can't talk to my family without restrictions anymore Christen''

''Ok I'm sorry don't get mad'' my mother lowers her eyes and apologises quickly before my father gets more angry.

Sometimes I admire my dad. He's so manipulative but not in a bossy way, he always prevails upon my mother with sensible arguments, voice laced with sweetness.

He's so diplomatic, no doubt he has built such a great career

''Darling why are you not eating?'' my mother remarks as I fiddle with the spoon. The bowl of granola cereals is untouched.

''I have no appetite. I have to go to school anyway, I'm late'' I pretendto study my watch and stand up

''Do you want me to come with you?'' my father suggests

''Nο it's ok I can walk''

''Skye are you sure everything's ok?'' I hear my mother's voice as I head towards the living room to grab my backpack.

''I'm fine mum I just didn't sleep well. See you later''

As I'm about to exit alone Ruby appears out of nowhere. Her body posture screams nervousness.

''You didn't eat your breakfast'' she speaks quietly biting her already chopped lips

She's been avoiding me for a week and now she pretends to be a thoughtful friend. She made me feel depressed, cry myself to sleep thinking what the hell I did wrong and now she plays dumb?

I just stay still without answering, my intense eyes glued to her wandering ones. She doesn't even dare to look at my eyes.

She clears her throat ''Here''she takes a fresh hand-made sandwich out of her pocket and extends her hand. I eye her hand without moving an inch.

''You can eat it instead. You look like a sceleton'' I spit my venom and walk out of my house without sparing her a glance.

It was too late when I realized what I had said.

''I love spaghetti but my mother never cooks. My dad says she cooks terrible but that's a secret'' Grace's friend Lisa whispers and pretends to seal her lips. She's so cute.

''Don't worry your secret is safe''

She nods and digs into her food again. Under other circumstances I wouldn't have cooked but today Susan picked up both Grace and Lisa so I couldn't disoblige her. Her puppy eyes gave me enough courage to get up and cook even though I'm still in a cast.

The three of us are sitting in the dining table and enjoying my home-made bolognese spaghetti. I was never good at cooking, I couldn't cook to save my life to be exact but I had to learn how for Grace. So I practiced and practiced till I reached my goal, I didn't want to become the new master chef, just learn how to cook some basic things so that Grace eats home-made food. In the beginning I would constantly fail but practice makes perfect.

''Eat your veggies as well girls'' I gesture at the bowl of salad.

They both nod like good girls and do as I say. They're so freaking adorable. Lisa has short black hair with bangs and chocolate brown eyes. She's small but taller than Grace. She comes by often, most of the times I pick her up from school as well since Grace and her are classmates.

Her favorite foods are spaghetti, steak with baby potatoes and vegetable fried rice. Let's not forget my signature fruit smoothie which I always serve with vanilla frosting cupcakes.

We always sit and eat together, exchanging news, telling jokes. I really enjoy their interactions, they look like two tiny dumplings.

"What did you do in school today?" I ask intertwining my fingers

"We drew our dream gardens, mine has a huge swimming pool" Lisa hurries to answer

"Mine has a plenty of colorful flowers and a big telescope on the center to admire the stars. And the Sky. Sky as we say Skye" Grace jokes shyly, puffing her flushed cheeks. Lisa bursts into a laughter once she gets the joke.

"Good one Grace" I wink at my little sister who resembles a puppy waiting for a praise.

After a while we're finally done with the food. I really missed cooking and eating my own food, Susan cooks pretty decently as well but I was craving so bad for some of my spaghetti.

''Did you enjoy your meal girls?'' I eye the empty plates

''Yeah!''they both cheer

''Go to play now while I prepare your fruits''

The two small kitties obey and walk towards the room wiggling their small butts. I can't help but chuckle at them.

My eyes land on the dirty dining table as I sigh disappointed, washing the dishes is definitely the worst part of cooking and eating. No matter how much I enjoy preparing food and trying new recipes, the process of cleaning after is terrible. I'm going to wash the dishes later I think and slowly proceed to my big kitchen to cut fruits for the girls, my hands holding the crutches tight.

Being on my feet isn't the best idea whatsoever but tomorrow I'm having my cast removed so my ankle is pretty much healed.

I go for strawberries, bananas and pears and also pick two colorful bowls.

As I already mentioned tomorrow I'm having my cast removed. My stomach twitches in anticipation. Will he be there? Two weeks have passed but I still find myself thinking of him before sleeping even though the picture of him is blurry and distant. Just a memory, a distant picture of him is enough to keep me up at night...

I brush away these thoughts and throw the fruits into the bowls, adding some honey on top and voila! A quick and healthy sweet fruit salad.

"Girls come on" I yell and wait for the two little ones to arrive, trying to distract my mind from unwanted thoughts.

What I know for sure is that tomorrow is a big day....

"You're finally able to walk again, I'm so happy'' Susan cheers and hugs me tight as we exit the hospital. Unfortunately I didn't have my cast removed by the pretty doctor, he didn't even appear to be exact.

Disappointed but not suprised

The young cute nurse was there though, she recognized me and even greeted me, I was THIS close to ask about him but my pride didn't allow me.

''How are you feeling?'' Her hand strokes my back

''Weird'' I respond eyeing my healed ankle ''I was used to walking on crutches''

Indeed last 2 weeks I would only walk using my crutches, they had become a part of my routine. I certainly feel better now though, well-rested,healthy, ready to return to reality.

''Let's go, I'm treating you to brunch.. There are so many things we have to catch up on after''

''W-what do you mean?'' I stutter scared because I have a feeling that I already know her answer

''Shopping therapy of course''

Oh no...

''Susan are you kidding I just removed my cast''

''Sweetheart you know I wouldn't drag you along unless I had a reason. Next Tuesday is Yoongi's birthday party, we have to get our outfits''

''Yoongi's birthday...'' I scratch my sculpt looking at her sheepishly''I totally forgot, I'm sorry''

''It's ok, you're coming anyway''

''What about-''

''Taehyung's gonna take care of your sister don't worry'' she cuts me off as if she had read my thoughts

I nod, it's rude to deny the invitation

''Yoongi's friends are really handsome and some of them are single so don't think you're getting off. We have to find a cute outfit for you as well... now let's eat'' I roll my eyes but agree rubbing my stomach that hasn't stopped rumbling and finally get in her car .

''It's stunning'' I examine the purple midi dress Susan's holding. The material is silk, it appears glamorous, expensive and the embellished straps detail completes the look.

''Should I try it on?'' she hesitates

''Of course, purple looks amazing on you'' That's true, the contrast between her ginger hair, green eyes and the purple colour is definitely unique. Purple flatters every single of her characteristics.

''Let's find something for you'' her eyes wander around the store

''I gained weight these days so I should go for something baggy''

''No Skye, you should go for something sexy yet sick that emphasizes your cleavage. Your boobs got bigger, thankfully'' she whispers the last word and rolls her eyes

''Susan'' I whisper yell covering my breasts with my hands ''Did they?'' I rethink my friend's comment. Indeed I've noticed a slight development. This whole weight gaining story had a positive result at least.

Once I realise where my hands are and how the rest of the customers look at me probably thinking I'm a horny pervert I instantly lower them and grab the first dress I lay my eyes on.

''This one is perfect yes'' Susan practically runs towards me ''It's very elegant and the lace detail makes it sensual. You're definitely trying it on''

I take a closer look at the dress I picked out on random. It's certainly cute, off shoulder, midi, black with lace but tight as hell

''Isn't it way too tight? I think it's gonna accentuate every single bloated part of my body''

''Try it out you have nothing to lose. Besides the party is in 5 days, you have plenty of time to search for a dress''

''There's no way I'm going through this again. It's either today or I'm coming wearing my Pjs'' I announce and make my way to the fitting rooms determined. I can hear Susan mumbling a few curses, probably blaming me for being grumpy and stubborn.

''Excuse me'' an assistant approaches us

''There's only one fitting room available. I'm afraid you have to wait for a while''

''No problem, Susan you go first''

''Are you sure?''

I nod and sit in the comfortable blue chair that matches the rest of the decoration and furnishings of the store.

This showroom is excellently designed, the minimal yet eccentric blue décor casts an air of originality as the majority of stores follow a consistent pattern. No wonder it's Susan's favorite showroom, modern decor, excellent service and the clothing here is feminine, figure-friendly just like the dress I'm holding.

I'm so absorbed in gaping at the interior decoration that I don't notice my friend standing in front of me.

''Hey, earth to Skye'' she wiggles her fingers in front of my face

''Sorry'' I take my time studying her figure. ''I really like it. It's ideal for your body type and the colour is gorgeous''

The violet silk dress looks perfect on her, the semi tight fit shows up her toned silhouette, the swarovski embellished spaghetti straps together with the V neck flaunt her beautiful collarbones.

''I think it looks lovely too'' the cheerful, helpful assistant comments

''Yeah I like it'' she stares at the mirror

''You can use that fitting room'' the girl gestures at an empty room smiling. How are they always so kind and happy?''It's free now''

''Thank you'' I smile back and give a long sigh standing up from the soft chair.

Reluctantly I undress myself and wear the cute midi dress. It's tight but not as much as I expected. Well it's not that bad after all, I still need Susan's opinion though and a closer look in the big mirror. A few seconds later I'm out and heading for the mirror.

''Wow'' Susan talks ''It looks... stunning''

The dress hugs my body flawlessly, emphazising my curves. The off-shoulder design is very cute but sexy at the same time because my cleavage is shown off perfectly and I'm not even wearing a push up bra. I never thought I'd look that attractive in a dress.

''It fits you like a dream. You're definitely buying it'' Susan insistsand the assistant agrees

It's elegant yet sexy. Sexy in a non provocative way since it shows off only the right places.

''I think I'm getting this one'' I finally decide and Susan winks excitedly

''Hurry up we have to go for heels as well''

''Heels? Ha'' A humorless laugh leaves my lips

''You're laughing? What are you planning to wear with this dress then?'' she crosses her arms.

Her question catches me off guard but I act cool ''Flats? I don't care, anything but heels''

She laughs sarcastic lifting a shaped eyebrow ''Flats? If you plan to wear flat shoes on my husband's party I inform you that you're not invited''

I simply pout, my eyes pleading for mercy

''Come on Skye it's a party, a bussines kinda party you don't have to walk or dance. You can deal with heels under these circumstances I'm sure''

''Okay'' I sigh defeated meeting her gaze. There's no point in agruing, she's right I need heels with the apparel I chose.

''Hurry up then'' she scolds and enters the fitting room.

Have I mentioned how much I hate shopping with my best friend?

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Keep Your Socks On

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Johnny Storm looked around in distaste, “Um, did Venom attack you in here or what?”

Peter stopped digging through the pile of dirty clothes and looked back at him, “Oh screw you.”

“Dude I'm serious, this place is...well this place is.”

Peter went back to searching for a shirt that didn't have food stains on it, “Well not all of us can live in The Jetsons and have robot maids.”

Johnny laughed, “Well sure, but they have invented washing machines.”

Peter picked up a shirt and smelled it, “I've been busy.”

“I just got back from Shiar space, stopped a civil war from breaking out, stopping a bunch of aliens from killing a bunch of other aliens. My clothes are clean.”

Peter sighed and pulled his t-shirt off, “Good for you.”

“I mean how hard is it to...”

Peter spun on Johnny, “I have rent. I have bills. Web fluid doesn't pay for itself and I haven't had a lot of spare change around. That ok with you?”

Johnny held his hands up and took a step back, “Ok fine, my bad.”

Peter shook his head and pulled another shirt on, “It's just not been a good month.”

“So then do them at my place.”

Peter paused, “Your place?”

“Yeah.”

“The Baxter Building?”

“Yeah,” he said and then paused. “Well it's technically my place. A quarter of my place. Well I don't know if my name is on the lease but I live there.”

“You want me to do my laundry at the Baxter Building?”

Johnny shrugged, “Why not? It has a big ol electrostatic cleaning thing that removes dirt like on a cellular level and Reed set this gadget up where the clothes come out of the dryer feeling like a cloud!”

Peter just stared at him.

“What?” Johnny exclaimed, “Look, man, come over on Sunday, bring your clothes, we can split a six-pack and hang out while you do your clothes.”

“I'm supposed to what, swing over with my hamper?”

“Oh yeah, well no. I'll come by and pick you up in a Fantasticar.”

“And how do I explain Johnny Storm showing up at Peter Parker's place?”

“I don't know, how do you explain it now?”

“You're not hovering outside my place in uniform, in civilian clothes no one knows who you are.”

Johnny scoffed, “Bitch, everyone knows who I am.”

Peter rolled his eyes.

“Ok, how about this. You come by Sunday, leave your clothes. I'll have a Herbie cloak over and grab your stuff?”

“You want to send a droid over to pick up my dirty laundry? Isn't that overkill?”

“Do you know how many of those things are floating around the house with nothing to do? Trust me, picking up your crap is like a vacation to them.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“PETE! Come on man, let me help you.”

Peter looked down at the pile and sighed, “Fine, but it just seems like a lot of trouble.”

Johnny flashed one of his million-dollar smiles, “I know you do, that's why I'm offering.”

The statement confused Pete, but he ignored it.

Sunday

“And this is my place!” Johnny said opening the door.

Peter marveled at the huge space. There were five, ceiling length windows overlooking New York, an impossibly large TV, a couple of leather chairs, and a bed big enough for the Giants to practice on in case their stadium flooded.

“You live here?” Peter asked, gobsmacked.

“Well this is my room, I have a place downtown but this is where my stuff is.”

Peter walked around, looking at the old pictures of him and his sister, before they were transformed, half a dozen baseball trophies from high school and several pictures of Johnny and his dad in racing uniforms.

Peter picked up one of them, “Your dad raced?”

“He was a mechanic, taught me everything I learned,” he answered proudly.

“Cool,” Peter remarked, putting it back down, “Should we check on the clothes?”

Johnny laughed, “Dude, the Herbies are programmed to defend against Doctor Doom, they can handle your underwear.”

“Whatever,” Peter said, walking around, looking at the other kick knacks.

“You up for some Overwatch?”

Peter looked over at the TV, “On that?”

“Kinda,” Johnny smiled, “Reed made me a couple sets of these,” he held up a set of high tech glasses, “We play it in our minds.”

Peter walked over as if in a trance, “Really?”

Johnny gestured to one of the chairs, “Sit and let me school you.”

The two men slipped the glasses on and spent the better part of an hour killing each other in virtual space. Peter took the glasses off and sat there, “Man, that is intense.”

“Right?” Johnny said taking his off, “I mean it's like you're really there.”

Pete nodded and then let out a huge yawn, “Sorry, rough night,”

Johnny raised an eyebrow.

“Please, unless you count getting pounded by Rhino...”

Both of Johnny's eyebrows went up.

“NOT LIKE THAT!” Pete screamed, “Jeez get your mind out of the gutter.”

Johnny chuckled, “Jeez dude, it was a joke.”

Pete nodded, “I just need a nap.”

“Then take one,” Johnny suggested.

“My clothes aren't done yet.”

“Duh. I meant here.”

“What? Where?”

Johnny looked at the bed, “Um, there.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I'm beat too, probably lay down as well.”

“With me?” Peter sounded shocked.

Johnny made a face, “Dude, that bed is larger than your apartment. It's a nap, not a proposal.”

“No way man, that's weird.”

Johnny shook his head, “Pete, we're in the 21st century now, you do know two guys can take a nap in the same bed and hump right?”

“It's weird.”

“You're weird.”

Peter said nothing but looked longingly at the bed.

“It's like they say, Pete, it's not gay if you keep your socks on.”

Parker looked at him confused and Johnny just smiled at him.

“Fine, but I still think it's weird.”

Johnny laughed, “And I still think you're weird.”

Pete sighed and fell face-first into the bed, “Oh my god.”

Johnny jumped in on his side, “I know right? Unstable something or other.”

Peter didn't hear him, he was already asleep.

Peter Parker was in heaven.

He had never felt so safe before, swallowed in what felt like a cocoon of sunlight, and snuggled deeper into it. He just laid there, half awake and half asleep, listening to the breathing around him.

The breathing?

He came awake completely and felt the arms circled around him. Johnny had wrapped himself around Pete, becoming the warmest big spoon in history. Peter tried to move but Johnny's arms were locked around him. He pushed harder and said, “Johnny, Johnny wake up!”

After a few seconds Peter struggled harder, making sure he didn't use his strength and hurt his friend. He grabbed one of Johnny's hand and began to pry it open when he heard, “Jesus Pete, relax.”

“You're awake? Get off me!”

This time he pushed Johnny and the blonde went flying off the bed.

“What the shit?” Johnny exclaimed, flying up from the floor.

“Dude, what the hell?” Peter screamed.

“What is your damage man?”

“You were holding me!”

“Oh please, you sighed and leaned back into it before you knew it was me. You liked it.”

“YOU WERE AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME!”

Johnny sighed and rolled his eyes, “Man you are so fucking square.”

“I'm not into guys dude!”

“And I am?” Johnny asked.

Pete said nothing.

“Look, man, we were asleep, we were just snuggling, there is nothing gay about that.”

“Not gay?”

Johnny walked over to Pete, “Are you gay?”

“No!” Pete said instantly.

“You think I am ?”

Peter hesitated and Johnny's hands balled up into fists.

“No, no I don't think so!” Pete admitted.

“So then tell me, how can the two of us taking a nap be gay?”

“We were snuggling!”

“And that's gay how?”

Peter's eyes almost bugged out.

“Look man, people need human contact. And there is no one in the world I know that needs it more than you. I know you're single right now and your life sucks because it always sucks. You liked it because you need it.”

“It's gay!”

“IT'S NOT GAY!” Johnny roared.

Both men stared at each other, their breaths heaving.

“Look Peter, you have problems. I am your best friend and that isn't saying much because you don't have many. And you're freaking out because we enjoyed a nap and a snuggle. That has nothing to do with gay or straight, it has to do with your damn issues. You're a smart guy so I think you know this.”

“I don't need to snuggle!”

Johnny cocked his head, “Dude, you need serious snuggles.”

“Not from you.”

“Then who?”

And Peter didn't have an answer.

“You're too uptight to just go pick a girl up and spend a night with them, you are tragically single and you don't trust any of your friends enough to just relax.”

“This is nuts.”

“Fine,” Johnny said walking away, “Your laundry is done, take it home, and try to forget all this but I don't think you can. Because you liked it Pete because you need it. You need human contact and that was all I was offering.”

“You planned this?”

Johnny rolled his eyes, “Just go, Pete, before you say something you're going to regret.”

Peter thought about it for a moment and then decided, his friend was right. He went to find his laundry and go home.

And forget about everything Johnny just said.

The fight had been as brutal as it had been quick.

One thing about working with the Avengers, there was a lot more clean up after than he was used to. Hawkeye, Nova, and him had been left to pick up the debris leftover. Clint had asked him what was wrong and the next thing you know he was telling him everything.

“Like....cuddle, cuddle?” Hawkeye asked.

“Right?” Peter said, “It's not just me right?”

“No way, I would have freaked.”

“Thank you!” Peter said, going back to the cleanup.

Nova sighed loudly.

“Sprung a leak kid?” Hawkeye asked him.

Sam looked up and looked like he was about to say something and then shook his head, “Nothing.”

Both men looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to their conversation.

“So what do I do?”

“If it was me? Find a new friend.”

Another sigh.

Peter glanced over for a second and pressed on.

“Yeah, I mean I don't even know what to say to that. No I'm not interested in you like that?”

Louder sigh.

“What's your damage?” Hawkeye asked.

Nova looked up and glared at Peter for a moment, but held his tongue.

“What?” Peter asked, “You got a comment? Say it?”

“You're homophobic.”

“What?”

“You're homophobic and you're both Neanderthals.”

Pete and Clint shared a glance, “Anything you want to tell us Sam?”

Sam dropped the ton of cement he had been holding, “See? So now I say something and you both automatically assume I'm gay. That's homophobic man.”

“I don't have a problem with gay people,” Peter insisted.

“Then why are you so bent out of shape that something your friend is trying to do is gay? Or going to make you look gay? Or that even it being gay is bad?”

Peter stopped.

“Both of you are so weirded out about a guy touching you, that you can't even see what he was talking about.”

“So you'd just snuggle with another guy?”

“Yeah, all the time.”

They both stared at him.

“Me and my friends have no issues with each other. Sometimes I need a hug and my friends give it to me with no judgment. And sometimes, we're lonely and just want to be held. So yeah, we snuggle, it's pretty common with anyone born in this century. And by the way, even if my friend WAS gay and needed a snuggle, I'd give do it in a second because it is my FRIEND asking for love. The fact you two dinosaurs can't see the difference between love and sex is the reason gay people hide who they are.”

He hefted the chunk of concrete over his head, “And ask yourself this if everything I just said was bullshit, why were you so concerned suddenly if I was gay or not? Why are you still? And what does that matter if you truly don't care?”

Before they could answer he took flight and sped away.

“Did we just get schooled by a ten-year-old?”

Pete knew Sam was older than that, but damned if the kid didn't have a point.

The next Sunday Pete texted Johnny.

PETE: YOU AROUND?

JOHNNY: YEAH WHAT'S UP?

PETE: YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT THE DRYER THING, I'M ADDICTED

JOHHNY: LOL, COME OVER.

Pete was able to collect his dirty clothes in a pillowcase this time and was able to sling over to the Baxter Building pretty quick. Johnny's window was open and he came flipping in.

“How am I going to explain Spider-man in my place?” Johnny said closing the windows.

“Tell them your brother in law came to his senses and hired an actual superhero for your job.:

Johnny shot a flame jet at Pete's ass, making the other man jump.

“Hey! This isn't fireproof!”

“I don't know why you didn't keep the one Reed made you when you were part of the Foundation.”

Pete shrugged, “Just felt too expensive to keep.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and signaled for Herbie to come in.

“Another load of laundry,: he told the droid.

“Olfactory sensors indicate what he is wearing now is soiled.”

Johnny hid his smile, “Dude, Herbie just said you stink.”

“I didn't bring a change of clothes!” Pete protested.

“My closet, su closet,” he said opening it up, “Pick something to wear.”

Pete grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and started to change.

“What the heck are you wearing?” Johnny said looking at Peter step into the jeans, “What are you wearing?”

Peter made a face, “Um, are these special jeans?”

Johnny sighed, “One, you need to get Tik Tok, two, dude just put on some shorts, we're just chllin.”

Johnny found a pair of blue running shorts and tossed them to Pete. “Just slip those on.”

Pete sighed and pulled them on, tossing his uniform to Herbie.

The droid wished out, leaving Pete and Johnny alone.

“So, thanks for this,” Pete said after a second.

“Right, so you wanna dance around this or just talk about it?”

Pete shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed, “Man, you just don't let a guy get his feet do you?”

Johnny sat next to him, “Look, Pete, we've been friends since we were both teenagers. We literally grew up together, in a way. So when you storm out of here one week and then come back, trying to be all nice the next, I know you want to talk about it. Now we can just talk about it or I can wait the two hours it will take for your uptight ass to get to the point.”

Pete just smiled, “We have known each other forever, haven't we?”

“Ben was like an older brother, but you and me, we were the same age, liked the same things, were both figuring out how to be heroes....yeah man, it's been a stretch.”

“Right,” Pete sighed and ran his hands through his hair, “So you were just trying to help out, and I shouldn't have freaked out about it.”

“I agree.”

“And yeah, maybe I did overreact.”

“Completely overreacted.”

Peter gave him a glare.

“Anyways, so I'm sorry, and will you forgive me?”

Johnny chuckled, “Did that when I invited you over, so come on.”

He said patting the bed.

“What? No, I don't want to do that again.”

“Yeah you do,” Johnny said.

“Um, no I don't.”

“You do, that's why you came over. If you wanted to apologize you would have found me out on patrol. If you wanted to just see if things were cool, you would have texted me. You came over because deep down, you know I'm right. You are in a bad place, and you need a snuggle.”

“Please stop calling it that,” Pete said in a soft voice.

Johnny scooted closer, “Look man, you need to get all this gay, straight shit out of your head. Girls can hang out, snuggle, hug, say they love each other and no one thinks their lesbians. Why can't guys?”

Peter was holding his breath, “I don't know.”

Johnny put his arm around Pete's shoulder and pulled him in, “I love you Peter, you're my best friend and a great guy. Please...let me comfort you.”

Pete leaned into the hug but was still tense.

“Here,” Johnny said, pulling them both back onto the bed, “Just lay here with me, we don't even have to talk.”

Pete laid there as Johnny pulled him close and the two of them laid together, on the bed.

“Breathe...” Johnny said, running his hand through Peter's hair.

Peter let out a deep breath as he leaned into the movement.

“See? Just relax, you're always so worried, so focused. I get that, it's why you're a great guy but Peter...”

He wrapped his arm around the other man and pulled him closer until they were spooning, “Let go...I'll catch you.”

Peter could feel himself tense up.

“Shhhh....” Johnny whispered in his ear, “I'll catch you.”

Pete took a deep breath and leaned back into Johnny, who wrapped him in a bear hug and held him tight. At first, Peter didn't move, not sure what to do. And then slowly, Pete put his hand over Johnny's arm and pulled it closer. And the two of them curled up together, enjoying the silence and the human contact.

Within minutes, Peter was asleep.

#fanfic #peter parker #johnny storm #spiderman #human torch #fantastic four

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 16)

"Chicken Alfredo"

Luna slips on a black silk dress with black edging. She hears the knock as she fastens her belt, causing Jagger to bark. Ashley isn't home. When she opens the door she's greeted to an excitedly pleased Colson. "GOD DAMN, KITTEN!!!" You look WONDERFUL and sexy as hell tonight." He says, blue eyes bright. She knows he's genuine and laughs at their inside joke as she leans up to kiss him 'Hello'. Once she slides into the Rover, he watches her from the back window, slide over and push open his door.

"Fuck, I FUCKING love her." He thinks as he gets in the car and passionately kisses her.

Once he releases her mouth, she pants "What was that for?"

"For being you." He says "And for as Cas would say being 'SOOOOOOO COOOL!!' You have the coolest name. Glow bowling was so cool. You gave her the coolest sunglasses... I could go on." He laughs, resting his hand on her warm thigh.

Luna lights a joint. "Ohhhhhh!!! That's so sweet!" She puts her hand on her heart. "She likes me, she really likes me." She says. They both laugh. "No," she says "seriously, I had such a great time with her, she is so funny and smart."

"Yes, she is." He agrees "And see, you were fine." They look at each other and smile. One look. That one look and her heart is fluttering, pussy swelling. "She wants you to teach her about developing pictures." She passes the joint to him.

"Really? That's fucking awesome. I'll teach her anything she wants to know. I just need a dark room. I should probably start looking around for one to rent..." She puts her blue painted index finger on her deep red lips, thinking out loud. As they pass it back and forth.

"You can set one up in my house." Colson offers "There's a spare room that I don't use next to the studio...." They're finishing the joint.

"Really? I'll check it out. She says as the pull up to the restaurant.

They walk in together holding hands. Colson thinks of their song and his beautiful lady walking around with him tonight. The song playing in his head on loop. Luna loves the way that Colson leads her. Thinking how a 6'4 man is a gift to a 5'2 woman.

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Rook, Benny, Slim and Baze are already at The Palm with a few girls. Colson holds Luna's hand, guiding her through, to their table. "This fucking pussy..." Luna hears in passing. She whips her head around with a glare. She can't find the voice. Colson pulls her seat out and they both sit down, joining in on the conversation.

Luna is looking at the menu. "That's him, the fucking pussy." She pops her head up, blue eyes on fire. Still she can't spot the voice. She looks at Colson. He doesn't seem to have heard it.

The server brings another round of drinks and takes their order. Rook asks Luna how hanging out with Casi was. She lights up when she begins to speak about the little girl. As they're chatting about Casi, they're interrupted. "I apologize for my intrusion, but it's not every night The Palms gets to host That Brooklyn Bitch." Says an older man setting his hand on Luna's bare shoulder.

"Junior." Luna smiles, tilting her chin up towards him as he pecks her on the cheek. "Have you met these gentleman, yet?" She asks waving her arm around the table.

"I have not."

"This is my boyfriend Colson." She says as she leans back, sliding one arm around his shoulders. They shake hands.

"You're a very lucky man." He tells Colson.

"I know." He responds flatly. He's been eye balling this son-of-a-bitch since he first touched Luna.

She introduces The Crew. Then says "Gentleman, this is Bruce. His family owns The Palm. They all nod and say their hellos. Bruce and Luna catch up quickly over family and mutual friends.

"Please, let me know if you need anything." Bruce says to table. Looking only at Luna though as he takes her hand and kisses it. Colson is half talking to Slim watching them from the corner of his eye.

"This motherfucker WANTS to get fucked up." Colson thinks angrily as a flash of rage jolts through his body.

After Luna thanks him and he walks away. Colson turns to her "What the fuck was that?" He demands jealously.

Luna looks at him and raises her eyebrows. "Calm down, Killer. He's a family friend. No more, no less." She says taking his sweet face into her hands "You're my boyfriend." She kisses him deeply, playing with his tongue.

His anger washes away with her words and touch. "So, I heard." He smirks. He's back to his smart ass self.

"Is that a problem?" She asks with her own smirk, challenging him with her bright blue eyes.

"Not at all." He smiles, his shining just as blue, just as bright, pulling her in for another warm kiss.

Dinner is served. Everyone is laughing, eating, drinking, enjoying themselves. Luna hears it again. "I'm telling you, that's him." She zones in and finds the voice. He's sitting at a table full of men, to her left, less than 100 ft away. Her blood begins to boil. Slim follows her gaze. He's been watching Luna because he had heard it too.

"That's the dude that Em slayed, fucking pussy." The guy says it clearly and loudly enough for Colson to finally hear it.

"What the Fuck?" He stops eating and looks around.

Luna is fucking PISSED. She squeezes his thigh. "I'll be right back." She says, standing up. "Don't move." Slim watches her, knowing where she's going but not knowing what she's about to do.

Without hesitation, Luna walks directly over to the motherfucker talking shit. She grabs him by the hair on the back of his head and slams his face down hard into his plate "Who. Are. You. Calling. A. Pussy?" She slams his face down hard with each word. A total of 7 times. Finally pulling him up, his nose is obviously broken. Blood is pouring down his face, mixing with the pieces of chicken Alfredo stuck to him as he whimpers. Two of the men stand up. "Sit the fuck down!" She barks, pointing aggressively at them. Rage radiating out of her. They do. She looks at the closest server. "Go get Bruce." She demands. "Now!" She shouts, making the server scurry. The whole restaurant is quiet. Watching Luna.

Turning back to the original motherfucker, whom she still has gripped tightly by the hair. Luna is surprisingly strong for how tiny she is. She kicks the chair, using all her weight to swing it towards her slightly. "You seem to need to be educated, motherfucker. You have things confused. A pussy is strong as steel, can take a beating and come back better then ever. A provider of LIFE." She yanks his head back farther, while lifting her black Red Bottoms, sticking the spike into his groin, making him yelp in pain. "But ballsacks are weak, sensitive, dropping you to your knees with a flick." She is spitting her words into his face with venom. She pushs her heel down harder. The man cries out. She continues unrelentingly. "Next time you wanna call my boyfriend a pussy. Remember tonight and remember this. A pussy is a powerful, resilient provider. I'd rather be with a pussy like him than a weak, pathetic, whimpering ballsack like yourself." She slams his face into his plate one last time. Leaving it there. She notices Bruce is standing beside her. "They need to go." She says glaring at him." He nods as she walks back to her table.

"You are disrupting my guest, I would like you to leave my establishment immediately." Bruce says begining to usher the 6 men out despite their protests.

The restaurant resumes. Just another day in LA.

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Bruce doesn't care why Luna assaulted the man. He's known her long enough to know that whatever the action, there's always a valid reason. Plus, he's been in love with her since he first laid eyes on her when she was just 13yrs old. He doesn't even care about what his father may say, if, he finds out about tonight. He advises the men to not retaliate, as it will not be in their best interest and they will not have his support. He will do anything to protect Luna.

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The guys are all standing up, they don't know what to do. The girls that are with them look terrified. As Luna walks back to her table, she is still shaking with rage. She sits down, pops a bar and begins to eat her steak. The guys sit down. Quietly. Even Colson isn't sure what to say.

"Yooooo, she's FUCKING NAAAASTY!!!" He can't help but be turned on as he thinks to himself.

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"He had that shit coming.... But Damn. She FUCKED him up. Just for talking shit on my boy.... Pete said she was a rider. I didn't think she was down like THAT. She did say caught almost 100 charges one time though..." Slim thinks to himself impressed by Luna's antics.

Benny's not even shocked. Especially after the strip club. "Fucking Brooklyn, Man" he thinks "That bitch is HARD." Feeling proud of Colson for finding himself a solid bitch.

HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS INSANE!! Did she actually compliment Kells by calling him a pussy?" Baze wonders, confused "All I know is I'm not pissing fucking Luna off.

"Fuck yeah, little scrapping ass bitch from Brooklyn, holding it down for my dude!!" Rook is pumped "They always be underestimating us little mothersfuckers...."

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Benny is the first to break the silence. "So, Kells, I think Luna just took my job." Colson can't help but laugh. So does everyone else. Luna's does not. She's still eating. Still pissed. She needs that Xanax to kick in.

"Yoooo... Luna's a fucking maniac!!!" Slim says.

"Nah," Rook shouts laughing "She's a fucking LunaTic!!!

"Holding it down for her Gunn!" Baze throws in. Everyone's still laughing except Colson.

"Are you ok, Luna?" Colson asks her concerned, putting his hand on her bare back. His touch calms her soul.

"Mhm." She says. "I just had enough. He'd been talking shit since we walked in and I had had enough. No one is going to fucking disrespect you in front of me." She takes another bite.

Slim leans in "Yeah, I heard him too, LunaTic." Deciding that's what he's going to call her now. "And you handled that shit!!"

"Don't fuck with my people. Especially My Guy." Luna says pushing her plate away, looking deeply into Colson's blue eyes.

"She's stealing my fucking soul." He thinks, mesmerized by her.

Everyone is finished, they collect themselves to leave. Luna needs a drink and change of atmosphere so they decide to head over to Old Man's. As they're walking out, Bruce stops Luna and Colson. Putting his hand on Luna's shoulder again, he asks if she's ok.

"THIS fucking guy." Colson thinks irritated.

Luna pats him on the hand with hers reassuring him she's fine. "I'm sorry..." She begins. Bruce shakes his head. She nods knowingly. "Thank you." She says giving him a quick hug and peck on the cheek before sliding Colson's arm around her and turning to leave to Bruce's disappointment.

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Once at Old Man's, Luna's irritation begins to fade. The guys are still talking about it. Loudly. "Yo!! How you gonna fuck somebody up and get THEM thrown out!! That's some boss ass woman voodoo shit, right there!" Declares Slim.

"You didn't even bring me in for the MessAbout!!" Benny shouts at her, giving her a disappointed look, making Luna laugh hard.

Baze steps up to her and shaking her by the shoulders, "I'm afraid of LunaTic, please don't ever beat me up."

'Don't fuck with Colson." She continues laughing, giving him a wink and a shrug.

Hearing this, Colson spins her around to him so that they're face to face. "Thank you for having my back tonight. You literally beat the fuck out of someone for disrespecting me, in the most sexiest way ever. There's never been a woman in my life who has ever held me down the way you do. Or could fucking wreck shop for me like that." He says pulling her in for a s sensual kiss.

"I told you, All In. That means I got you. Always, Colson." She says to him once they release. "I need you to trust me though. There's always going to be someone who knows me or someone who wants to fuck me. It comes with the territory. It's the same with your female fans. There's a fine line we walk being who we are. Between being polite and misleading. You just need to know, I'm YOUR girl. Fuck, them motherfuckers, take that shit and get cocky with it. Because at the end of the night, if they don't already know then they'll learn, that I'll ONLY go home with you. That also needs to be reciprocated. I am yours as YOU are fucking MINE. We promised each other. As long as we stay true to that and honest with each other, the rest of the world doesn't matter"

"I am YOURS. I love ONLY you, Luna" He says holding her closer. Kissing her hard and hungrily. Biting on her lip.

"I love you too. And you fucking better be, because you've only seen a blink of what I'm capable of." She says once he releases her, with a slight smile but serious eyes. "But I gotta pee." Luna replies kissing him hard on the lips.

"I'll walk you." He replies, protective of her.

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Coming out of the women's room, Luna walks up to an excited Colson. "Listen, someone's having sex in there!" She leans her head towards the door, intrigued. Colson uses this as his opportunity and scoops her up by the waist, carrying her into the Men's room. "It's us!" He shouts. They both burst out laughing.

"You're a fucking idiot and I fucking love you. Now, fucking kiss me." She demands.

"Your idiot fucking loves you." He laughs before kissing her and firmly pushing her up against the door. He's kissing her mouth, face and neck. One hand trailing all over her body. The other is through the top of her dress, playing with her peirced nipple. He's making her shake in anticipation.

"Fuck me." She pants. He obliges spinning her around, pressing himself hard against her and the door again. His hands running down her sides. He stops at her hips and and jerks them out to him. She pushes their weight off of the door with her hands, bending over, using one hand to hike up her short black dress, exposing a black thong.

"I love that she always wears black." He thinks to himself staring at the string between her two sweet ass cheeks.

He pulls her thong to the side after dropping his pants. Slowly sliding into her drenched pussy. "You're so tight." Colson moans as they shift together, fitting himself inside of Luna. Pumping slowly at first, he starts going faster. Loving the feeling of her ass slapping his hips. She pushes against the door, using their weight to barricade the door. This causes him to slide deeper into her. She moans loudly in pleasure, slamming against him. "Are you my little slut who likes to get fucked in the bathroom? Hmm?" He half whispers into her ear, making her walls tighten around his huge cock.

"Unhunhhh...." She purrs. "I'm YOUR slut. Only YOU can fuck me wherever you want, Bunny. I'm all yours." She says bucking her ass against him.

"DAMN RIGHT, YOU ARE!" He moans pulling her hair. Both of them are fucking each other hard against the Men's bathroom door.

She squeals "Oh FUCK, Bunny!!! before collapsing into a fit of giggles

"Go ahead, Kitten!" He says as they cum together.

"Mmmmm" she purrs again, satisfied.

He kisses a bare spot on her tattooed back. "You are the baddest bitch I ever known, Luna." He says before laying his face down on her back. Staying warm inside of her for as long as he can.

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To be continued......

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spicycreativity · 3 years

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Soft-Shoe Shuffle - Ch 9

Chapter: 9/12 Additional Notes: See Ch 1 for more information. Read on AO3 under "WizardGlick." Any formatting/italics errors are holdovers from AO3 that I was too lazy to fix. Chapter Content Warnings: N/A; ask to tag Excerpt: "You don't think he's in love with you, do you?" Roman asked in a strained tone. Silence. "Do you?" Roman demanded. "Oh my god," Virgil said through gritted teeth. Janus could practically hear his jaw creaking. "Virgil!" Roman whisper-shouted.

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it

That's my life and all that I've got

Call me a liar, call me a writer

Believe me or not, believe me or not

The sound of a door open and closing startled Janus out of his dreams so violently that he jerked and gasped before falling still again.

Silence followed, but he kept his eyes closed and tried to orient himself. He felt like Remus had used him as a training dummy and remembered very little of the reason why .

Roman's voice broke the silence. "It's not your shift yet, Smoke on the Water."

"I thought you could use the company," Virgil said. "And maybe I missed you."

"Oh, don't lie." Roman sighed and his breath ghosted over Janus' cheek. He was close, then. "That's his job."

Virgil scoffed. "Not anymore, apparently."

Janus focused on keeping his breathing even. It wouldn't do to get caught now of all times.

"You don't buy it?" Roman asked.

"I don't know!" Virgil exclaimed, loud enough to make Janus flinch. In a softer voice, he continued, "I guess people can change. I mean, I did. But it was gradual, and this seems… It seems awfully sudden for a change of heart, especially for someone as stubborn as him."

"You don't think he's in love with you, do you?" Roman asked in a strained tone.

Silence.

"Do you?" Roman demanded.

"Oh my god," Virgil said through gritted teeth. Janus could practically hear his jaw creaking.

"Virgil!" Roman whisper-shouted.

"Have you noticed Patton calling him 'honey'?" Virgil whispered back.

"Wait… You don't think--"

"I don't know!"

"But Patton wouldn't--" Roman tripped over the end of his sentence. "Not him-- "

"You don't just fall in love overnight. What if this some… some campaign for Patton's love?"

"Like a quest?" Roman asked.

Janus nearly laughed. Leave it to Virgil to land three steps to the left of the correct conclusion. And leave it to Roman to spur him on.

Despite the ache in his joints and desperate dryness of his mouth, Janus could feel his mind sliding back toward sleep. There would be no fighting it unless he moved, and he couldn't move without giving up the game.

Oh, well.

"It makes sense, doesn't it?" Virgil asked. "Janus doesn't apologize. Janus doesn't do anything unless it serves some sort of end."

"And where does collapsing in my room factor into this master plan?"

"I don't know," Virgil said. "Maybe this part was just bad luck." He sighed and pulled the covers higher up Janus' chest. "It's weird seeing him like this?"

"...Asleep?"

"No, genius. Vulnerable. He doesn't show weakness either."

"Ah, Virgil," Roman said delicately, after a moment's silence. "Not that I'm the best at math, mind you, but something isn't adding up."

"What do you mean?"

"According to Logan, Janus knew he was sick when he came to visit me. Nearly fainted in the kitchen, from what he said. If he's so averse to showing weakness, as you say, why wouldn't he just, you know, wait?"

"...Huh."

"And why would he apologize to me in private? If he wanted to look good in front of Patton, surely he would have found some way to confront me in front of Patton. Janus is still a part of Thomas; he likes an audience. "

Virgil let out a short puff of air through his nose and said nothing for a few moments. "Well… Maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions like that."

"It's good that you want to be careful," Roman said with undisguised fondness in his voice. Janus almost frowned. Roman and Virgil, really?

"I guess I'll have to wait and see. I really want to know why he keeps calling my name. Rem-- Uh. Okay. Remus said he did it a bunch yesterday."

"He's not Voldemort; you can say his name around me."

"I don't want to make you upset, that's all."

Virgil's words spun lazy circles in Janus' mind, and whatever Roman replied was lost in the rolling fog.

He had expected Virgil to be mistrustful of him; he had every right to be. Janus had expected him to make conspiracies out of nothing and it didn't hurt his feelings.

It also didn't make him happy, not at all, that Roman had defended him with nothing to gain from it.

Sleep came languid and slow, and for once not accompanied by tongues of fire.

Maybe it was luck or maybe it was Virgil's sense of duty, but the next time Janus opened his eyes, it was Virgil that he saw.

Virgil's eyes widened almost comically and he froze.

For a moment, they just stared at each other. Then Janus regained his wits and said, in a tone like they were coworkers who had just passed each other in the hall, "Good morning, Virgil."

Virgil opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. "It's afternoon."

"Well. Forgive me for not counting the hours when I was unconscious," Janus said with venom. Because he was scared.

Virgil scowled at him. "Whatever. Glad you're not dead. I'll go get Patton now."

"No, wait." Janus tried to sit up, hating how his arms shook. He brought out another set to assist, as Virgil seemed disinclined to help, or do anything other than just stare at him. "Force of habit."

"Yeah," Virgil said. "I heard you were on an honesty campaign." The disdain in his voice was almost painful. "Let me guess: You're so sorry for how you treated me in the past. You were jealous because I got what you always wanted and you didn't know how to handle it so you lashed out like the snake you are. And then you couldn't apologize because you were trapped in the image you'd created for yourself, only now, now it's falling down around you and you don't even have your precious pride to stand on, and now there's only one thing left to do." Virgil broke off, a little out of breath. "So you come crawling on your belly to me. The last item on your little 'good person' checklist."

Janus shook , and no amount of blankets could melt the ice that crawled down his veins. Virgil's image blurred, cold tears threatening to spill over. And really, what did Janus have left to lose? Hadn't he earned this? At the end of the day, he was the architect of his own demise.

"For what's it's worth, Virgil," he said, his voice so cracked and rasping he barely even recognized it, "I am sorry. I was jealous. And… I tied my own hands. I see that now."

"So you're saying…" Virgil straightened a little. "You were wrong?"

"Yes, Virgil. I was wrong."

Virgil laughed.

He doubled over, shoulders spasming, and laughed until his face turned red and tears ran down his cheeks. "I can't-- I can't believe this…"

"Um, Virgil?" Janus' humiliation gave way to concern as Virgil's breaths became more and more erratic.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say," Virgil said. "I had so many ideas for how I was going to throw it back in your stupid, smug snake face." He wiped his eyes even as more tears fell.

Janus just stared at him.

"Here's what's funny," Virgil continued. "Now… Now that it finally happened and I have you right where I want you, I don't want to do it ."

"You--" Janus' heart leapt. "You believe me?"

"I believe you." Virgil looked at him, eyes still shining. "But only because you look so sweet holding that teddy bear."

"What?" Janus looked down and realized with a jolt that he did indeed have a stuffed bear tucked under his arm. It was pale brown with white felt on the paws and ears, and was wearing a little T-shirt with 'get well beary soon!' printed on it. "Patton."

"Patton," Virgil said with a nod.

Janus looked around properly for the first time and he realized that Patton was not the only one who had left a gift.

A magnificent bouquet of white roses dominated his nightstand, nearly overshadowing a smaller bouquet of baby's breath and hydrangeas in a Mason jar. Behind the vases stood a 6-pack of blue Gatorade, and balanced on the lids was a small, handmade book.

Virgil noticed him staring and passed over one of the Gatorades, breaking the seal on the lid so Janus wouldn't have to struggle with it.

"Um, Virgil," Janus said, taking a shaky sip and realizing he wasn't wearing his gloves. He grit his teeth and tried not to mind. "I do understand if you don't want to be around me right away."

Virgil shook his head. "I'm done being mad."

"...Just like that?"

"I…" Virgil bit down hard on his lip. "I'm making the choice to forgive you. And maybe I'm being naïve and maybe you'll sink your fangs into my neck the second my guard is down, but… Well, you know, maybe for once the best-case scenario will happen and we'll all be best friends and Thomas will never have problems again."

Janus smiled. "You've changed, Virgil. A lot."

"Yeah, well." Virgil shrugged. "So have you, I think."

Janus raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Virgil leaned in, his grin wolfish and wide. "You're still holding the teddy bear."

Janus' face burned, but he for once made no effort to hide it. "It was a gift, Virgil, it would be rude to--"

"Stop snuggling it and put it with your other gifts?"

Janus closed his eyes and let his head rest against his headboard. "Yes."

"Airtight argument," Virgil said, but the laughter was gone from his voice. "I should get Logan. And you should finish your Gatorade. You probably feel pretty shitty, huh?"

"No, Virgil, I feel fantastic."

"I'm gonna let that slide because you're half-dead."

"Mm." Janus slid further down, gently aware of the Gatorade bottle tipping in his hand.

"Okay." Virgil grabbed the bottle. "No spilling. I'm gonna leave this here with a straw in it. You'd better drink some."

"Okay," Janus said, though he had no intention of doing so. Exhaustion washed over him, a rising tide promising to drag him under.

"You know, once word gets out that you're… not, like, delirious anymore, everybody's going to come running."

"Then don't tell," Janus mumbled, rolling over and pulling the covers up over his head.

"Are you really going back to sleep? You just woke up!"

"Just readjusting."

"Sure."

Janus sighed and wriggled so just his face was poking out from underneath the covers. "Happy?"

"I just don't think you should go back to sleep without drinking something. And no, one tiny sip of Gatorade doesn't count."

"You want to talk to me." Janus was too tired to properly revel in his information, so he settled for a smirk. It was difficult to do with half his face smushed into the mattress, but he was well-practiced.

"Keep pushing and I'm gonna start reading to you from Remus' book of dirty limericks. He hand-wrote that for you, by the way."

"What?" Janus fought to keep the nervous edge out of his voice.

"He said it was an inside joke."

With a concentrated effort, Janus sent the booklet to the top shelf of his closet. He doubted even Remus was reckless enough to expose Janus'... total lack of romantic feelings for Patton in such a careless manner, but still. Better safe than sorry. "Virgil?"

"Hm?"

"What did you get me? I assume the roses are from Roman and the Gatorade is from Logan."

"And the blue flowers are from Patton also."

"Surely they guilt-tripped you into livening up my deathbed as well?"

"My gift was more... abstract."

"Not smothering me to death with Patton's teddy bear does not count as a gift."

"Oh, no." Virgil smirked. "I told Patton how you really take your coffee."

The uncomfortable feeling of being not only seen, but known made Janus hide his face under the comforter again. "You didn't."

"Oh, I did. He knows all about your whipped cream addiction."

" Virgil."

"You're welcome, honey."

Janus went completely still. Half-formed memories of Roman and Virgil conversing in his room swam around his head and oh. Virgil had guessed it. Part of it, anyway. Janus had thought he'd let it go with the rest of his little conspiracy theory, but… And now he'd just completely missed his chance to bluff. He tried anyway. "If this is your way of calling me sweet--"

"Busted," Virgil interrupted.

"Go back to being scared of me," Janus muttered into the blankets.

"Look," Virgil said, voice deadly serious. "I can't tell you what to do, but I swear to all things dark and stormy, if you break Patton's heart, I'll break you ."

"I don't--" Janus tried. "I-- We're not…" He made an exaggerated, high-pitched coughing sound. "I'm going to tell Logan that you antagonized me while I was trying to sleep."

"Oh, please."

"And Patton and I aren't-- He doesn't-- He doesn't feel that way about me."

"That fever must have evaporated some of your brain cells," Virgil said.

Janus was inclined to agree, although for different reasons-- He couldn't think of a single way to change the subject. He settled for a long, drawn-out hiss.

"Just talk to him, okay?" Virgil said. "Or don't. Actually, don't."

"I don't need your permission to start dating Patton," Janus spat, forgetting himself.

"So you do want to date him."

"...No."

"I believe you."

"I'm going back to sleep now."

"Gatorade first." Virgil drew the covers back and held the bottle up to Janus. There was a straw in it now, a purple bendy straw that poked Janus in the lip. He fixed Virgil with a death glare and was privately relieved to see Virgil shrink back under its intensity. Like a river changing course, the parts of Janus that made him who he was were still there, even if his direction had altered.

That was good enough for him.

But he still wasn't going to let Virgil nurse him like he was some kind of helpless baby animal.

Careful not to drop the teddy bear, Janus sat up and took the bottle from Virgil. He drank half of it before his shaking hands gave up on him.

"Go to sleep," Virgil said, setting the bottle on the nightstand. "I'll tell the others not to crowd you." He turned to leave.

Janus almost let him. "Thank you, Virgil. And…" He'd had quite enough of showing his belly, and yet…. "I really am sorry. For everything."

"I know, Janus. Get some rest."

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