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jrueships · 3 years

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Not to be a gremlin buuuuuuut would you care to share your redacted thoughts on trae/John 👀 because I would love to hear them 😳

IMMA BE HONEST ANON.. They're mainly just [redacted] loose random ideas I think with about absolutely NO explanation whatsoever so.. 😭 it's nothing like.. SPECTACULAR but 😳😳 u know like I just can't give u the whole spiel rn 😭

But I'll give random tidbits anyways 😎

Okay so I'll start with like.. the SCENARIO I was thinking about before. So like-

Trae and John go out clubbing to celebrate a win. They're recently new to the NBA, trae more-so Collins, so they've got a little pride in their win and wanna have fun and get some hotties. But, the win wasn't at home, so most of the people at the club pretty much hated them for beating a team that was supposed to win instead of the hawks. Basically, they get no bitches.

And trust me. They did EVERYTHING to get bitches.

Trae would have John go up to women and try and be a good wingman, advertise Trae's attractiveness, Nope. Nada. Trae put in his and John's favorite song. Nobody even wanted to dance with them. It was just John and trae dancing by themselves.. which was fine and all because they usually just dance together anyways, but it Did look a little awkward so… That ended quickly. A lady throws her shoe at them, to which trae keeps because fuck her and her shoe. Now bitch can hobble back home with one barefoot like a crunked up Cinderella

BUT IN END RESULT, they left the club with no bitches and hurt egos.

During the drive back to their hotel, Trae complained the whole way. He goes from frustrated to flabbergasted to angry to despairing to annoyed. The whole drive is just him ranting about 'bitches' and how he got none. John keeps pitching in by complaining as well, also showing confusion, equal anger, empathizing, and equal, if not more, Annoyance at the women's denials as well.

And then John says something like "if /I/ was a female, ((we all know how straight men talk yall.)) I'd TOTALLY find you hot, dude!"

That's when the car gets quiet.

John realizes what he said and quickly tries joking it off, giving a hurried "no homo though!" And laughing nervously.

Trae starts to laugh and everything is a rushed, awkward fine again. Trae even jokes about it when they park at the hotel, getting out first and opening John's car door for him in mock romance. The charade goes on for a while to lighten things up until the slip up is nothing of serious substance…

A few drinks to drown out their pussyless sorrows and things start to get a little tipsy. Silly drunk conversations conjure while they sit on trae's hotel room bed, but nothing of big talk.. Not until Trae reminds himself about his scoreless night and starts ranting until he gets sad again. Thick brow furrowed, he squinted blurred at the ground and trails his funny gaze up John's physique. He asks something akin to the lines of "hey… remember when you said like… if you were a woman… you'd find me hot?" To which John panics but confirms nonetheless…

Trae goes o h and they sit in awkward silence. They both painfully finish their like. 4th beer of the night. Then trae finally breaks the silence by asking,

"So… like.. hypothesis..-ly… hypo...hypocritically-"

"Hypothetically ?"

"Yeah. That's what I said. Anyways. Hypothesisly… if you Were a woman.. would you also .. fuck me?"

SO YEAH. THERES MORE TO IT UHH THEY FUCK (DUH) AND THEY BOTH WAKE UP IN THE SAME BED AND PANIC NOT REMEMBERING ANYTHING.. but they find that one shoe the woman threw at them strewn by the door so … of course their straight minds (desperately) convince themselves that they had an EPICLY AWESOME AND HOT threesome with a SMOKING HOT BABE who quickly fled the scene. … And maybe their d*cks mightve touched ONCE and MAYBE trae feels like touching John's ass is far more familiar than he'd like but… THINGS HAPPEN IN THE DARK OK. IT'S HARD TO SEE…

In conclusion, they drunk fucked and convinced themselves that they didn't drunk fuck 😭

But my random weird ideas about them fucking just in general are like…

OKAY OKAY. I know we all love to see short and tall ships.. and the general CONSENSUS is that the taller one is the top but THERES SMTHIN ABOUT THE SHORTER ONE TOPPING THAT IS.. GOOD. OKAY?? So. Yeah. Trae tops LMFAO. HES JUST SO… CLEVERLY ?? SCHEMEY THAT?? He just Is the top ok. THEY CAN SWITCH and john can be the service top to power bottom Trae but.. they have to develop past their straightness for that level 😭

BUT ANYWAYS MORE ABOUT TOP TRAE.. he is literally Only hot to John LMFAO. He says and does the cheesiest shit in bed. If he was with anyone else, he'd turn them off by just getting naked down to his batman underwear. But luckily he is with John, his dumbly devoted best friend <3

More about them in bed tho…

Okay so picture John on the bed getting fucked by Trae standing on the floor because it's too hard for Trae to top with such a height difference LMAO… John is bent on his back and his long legs are hooked over trae's shoulders.. Trae turns his head to kiss his legs all sweet… John starts to whimper out a moan but then. Trae puts a finger to his lips and makes a shushing motion like he did to the knicks crowd KABXJS

Like when trae wants to fuck??? They fuck. In a hotel room with their teammates staying like?? Literally next door? Doesn't matter. They gonna fuck. Just so trae can have the cheesy NERVE of shushing john when their sex is getting too loud. Even though TRAE is the verbal one…

And by verbal like.. bad porn verbal. Loud obnoxious grunting. Keeps asking John if he likes it. How 'big he is'. Asks how much John Wants it. Then doesn't let John formulate any kind of intelligible response because he's already leaning down to bite the long length of his neck.

SPEAKING OF BITING.. trae is definitely a biter. LMAO… he bites the insides of John's thighs, his neck, the slope of his shoulder, anywhere he can claim his stake, he Claims it. (Even the ass 😭 he's cursed like that man.) Afterwards in the aftercare he trails over his bite marks and kisses them and says smthin stupidly cocky like "you're a work of art and baby I'm your artist"

Trae in general is just a very passionate lover. If he wants John in a different position, he'll PUT John in a different position. Trae wants to do all the work to please John and himself and John just wants to please Trae. Trae will do anything bro. Eating ass, giving or getting (by getting like. Hand on hair Always) the sloppy toppy, having John ride him like. Bro got a fiesty libido.

And John just lets Trae take whatever he wants. He mainly doesn't have the strength to spit out terrible pornstar lines, so he settles for just.. desperately chanting out a slurred series of "bros/dudes/mans/any other term frat bros use to lovingly regale each other in". But yeah. He spends most of his time trying to look at Trae and think about how much he loves him 😭 and how hot he thinks he is right now like this. They're VERY much into looking at each other when having sex, but they weren't at the start though. At the beginning it was a whole "You don't look at me, I don't look at you" deal that was quickly broken when Trae pushed in and they both finally realized how much they want each other so …

ANYWAYS… YEAH.. them being [redacted] together is always like… on the VERGE of being sexy until one of them ruins it somehow (but the other will always find it sexy somehow. The sensible readers just won't 😭). Like if Trae is clapping John's cheeks and they make a funny sound, they're both gonna stop and laugh at how much it sounded like John farted. They're just two stupid guys in stupid love baby!!!!

#THIS ONE IS LONG... IM A LIL EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT LMAO #ted asks #redacted redacted redacted #THEYRE RLLY NOT THAT HOT TOGETHER #THEY THEMSELVES JUST THINK THEY ARE #ted drabbles #john/trae

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 4 years

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Hello, once again I got a scene idea for your alt-Marauders stuck in my head and couldn’t rest until I wrote it, this time with Pyro and Shinobi making fun of Sebastian for being a wine snob. Starts out light and funny, takes a sharp left turn into angst, then lightens up again at the end. Sorry if I write Sebastian as too much of a villain here; I have a lot more sympathy for Shinobi and Pyro than I do for him, but I don’t want to straw-man the guy.

It had been Sebastian, Shinobi, Madelyne and Claudine participating in the wine-tasting competition. Haven had demurred that she didn’t know enough to participate, although Pyro wondered how true that was – she’d grown up surrounded by luxury, hadn’t she? She must have had plenty of the good stuff. Pyro had also admitted that he could barely tell red from white in a blind taste-test, much less differentiate between a Pinot Noir and Merlot. Besides, he’d added, ignoring Shaw’s backhanded comment about how “it was sensible of him to know his limitations,” he’d rather drink wine than spit it into a bucket. And someone had to help Haven pour.

Of course, drinking the wine meant that he was more than a little soused as the contest wound towards its conclusion. Claudine had approached each wine with a detached, scientific analysis, speculating on fermentation techniques and breeds of fruit. Madelyne was surprisingly knowledgeable for someone who hadn’t grown up filthy rich, and seemed to think the whole thing was great fun. Shinobi, true to his background, had a refined palate, although he kept slowing things down by reminiscing about exactly where (and with whom) he’d first tried the various wines. He’d missed a Château Leblanc because apparently “it tasted different when drunk out of a super-model’s high heels.” It didn’t help that he’d also been drinking the wine, because “spitting is disgusting.” Of course, Sebastian had dominated the game, correctly guessing every wine, making a show of sniffing the aroma, then rolling it around in his mouth with great relish, giving extended lectures on the flavor notes of each wine, the grapes, the vineyard, what foods to best pair it with, and generally just being a pretentious dickhead. Unfortunately, Haven had turned down Pyro’s suggestion to have Sebastian drink out of the spit bucket, despite Pyro’s insistence that it would just be a hilarious, harmless prank.

And it would take Shaw down a peg or two. The man was puffed up like a soufflé, and Pyro was dying to see, just once, the famous Shaw pride collapse into a soggy mess. It didn’t even really matter. Wine-tasting was a useless skill, as far as Pyro was concerned, and exactly the kind of spoiled over-indulgent nonsense he’d expect from the wealthy. He just hated to see that smug fucker win at something again. Why did he have to be so damned good at things?

But when the competition ended with Sebastian’s inevitable victory (Claudine in a surprising second place, apparently the scientific method worked), the group had broken up to various parts of the ship. Haven was headed back to her cabin to read for a bit before bed. Claudine and Madelyne went up top to look at the local constellations. Pyro liked the mythology behind constellations, he was a sucker for a good story, but the stars themselves couldn’t hold his attention longer than about ten minutes. Sebastian had fucked off somewhere, probably back to his own cabin to reflect on what a very smart and important businessman he was. Pyro hadn’t been paying attention.

Which left Shinobi and Pyro back in Shinobi’s room, where the contest had taken place, rather tipsy, and both a bit horny from all the “wine and sex” stories that Shinobi had been telling. Slumped together on Shinobi’s spacious designer couch, Pyro rested his head against Shinobi’s shoulder, and let one hand drift down to the other man’s thigh, and things took their natural course.

Some very pleasant time later, they were both slipping back into their clothing, sweaty and still floating on the post-orgasm endorphin high.

“Well, that was fun,” Pyro laughed, pouring a glass of something dark and red. He didn’t read the label, because he didn’t fucking well care. “More fun than some kind of wine-tasting bullshit where you don’t even get to actually drink the wine.”

“Certainly more fun than watching Father dominate the contest,” Shinobi sighed. He picked up several bottles and peered at the labels before finally pouring something that was, Pyro discerned with all of his expertise and skill, white wine.

“Who cares?” Pyro said. “Let him win the silly rich person contest. What’s the point in being able to taste all the flavors in wine, anyway? It’s not like it’s a big secret, it’s written right on the label.”

“It’s actually very important when you’re moving in high society,” Shinobi said, looking pensive. “I know it seems silly, but the kind of people that the Hellfire Club deals with will have no respect for someone who doesn’t know wine.” He paused for a moment. “I wish I’d done a bit better, it’s not like I don’t have experience.”

“Aww, fuck it, Shin. Third place isn’t half-bad, and it was just for fun, wasn’t it? Trust me, I know how very skilled your tongue is.” He tossed back his glass, and re-filled it, picking up a bottle at random.

“Nothing is ever ‘just for fun,’ with my father,” Shinobi said, holding up his own glass to look closely at it. “There’s always some kind of test. He always has to win, and I am always found wanting, no matter what I do.”

“C’mon, Shinobi, don’t let him make you feel bad. It’s all stupid. He’s not special just because he can sip wine and make-up a lot of bullshit. Anyone can do that.” Pyro took a gulp of wine and held it in his mouth contemplatively, swirling the remainder around in his glass. “Hmmm..a ’58 Bordeaux, brewed in a cask made from planks from the wreck of the HMS Endeavour. Notes of Honeycrisp Apple, Trifle, Lavender soap and Black Cherry, offset by the delicate tang of diesel fuel.”

Shinobi flopped back onto the couch, laughing, and splashing some of his own wine onto his shirt.

“You know wine is fermented, not brewed, right?” He chuckled.

“I’m just gonna say that I know that to spare us further discussion about wine making,” Pyro shrugged. “Brewed, fermented, made in a prison toilet, who cares?”

“It’s a good impression, but you have to make it a bit more accurate. More like-” Shinobi took a sip of his own wine. “-Montrachet Grand Cru 1981, from Domaine de la Romanee-Conti. A bold, elegant Chardonnay, with a nose of winter apricots, Mutsu apples, distressed orange peel and hints of funeral bouquet. On the palate, white peach and badgered lemon, with a smidge of mango, smattering of sun-kissed pineapple, and the faintest tinge of the arsenic that my son has snuck into the glass. Bottled by a beautiful French woman named Amelie that I impregnated. I gave another bottle to my good friend Sir Elton John.”

“The only thing wrong there is that your father isn’t nearly cool enough to know Elton John,” Pyro laughed. “Also, he doesn’t have any actual friends.”

“I’ll concede that point.”

“Here, let me try again.’ Pyro took another gulp. “Lascivious pear marmalade, with pomegranate, chocolate, lightly-spanked peaches and a naughty little hint of strawberry. Sensual mouthfeel, like giving a blow job to a fruit stand. I shoved the entire bottle up my arse this morning, and found it most satisfying.”

Shinobi howled with laughter, spilling most of the rest of his wine. He poured again from a different bottle.

“Okay, my turn. A 1947 Chateau Cheval Blanc, from Saint-Emilion Grand Cru, France. A rich, taste and firm structure. Midnight black currant, eccentric cranberry and depressed plums, with twinkles of Madagascar Vanilla, cayenne pepper and wasabi. Floral notes of crushed apple blossom and – “ he paused to take a sniff, “-discarded Valentine’s roses. Bottle personally kissed by Winston Churchill.”

“Okay, okay, here’s –“ Pyro took a swig from a new glass, “Blackberry, quince and persimmon, gathered at midnight under the full moon, fermented in a cask taken from a woman hung for witch-craft. Hints of lamb’s blood and children’s tears, with just a touch of grave dirt bringing out the earthy tones. Nice, floral scent, light and airy on the tongue, pairs well with fish. A refreshing summer wine.”

“Screaming Eagle Sauvignon Blanc. Grapes gently cuddled by professional masseuses. Aroma of spring grass and wet cement. Lashings of nectarine and little daubs of passionfruit, with a suggestion of yoga sweat. Like licking coconut-butter and hibiscus-pear puree off a beautiful woman at the beach-”

“Are the two of you going to be finished anytime soon?” A dry voice interrupted, and both turned to see Sebastian standing in the doorway. Shinobi, clutching his glass against his chest, looked chagrinned, while Pryo simply stared back at Shaw, unimpressed.

“I was hoping to retrieve one of the unopened wine bottles, assuming that the two of you haven’t wasted it all with your childish games.” Sebastian sniffed, grimacing. “And judging by the smell in here, I’m glad that I came by after the two of you finished fornicating, not during.”

“Fornicating?” Pyro snorted. “Why don’t you peddle off on your giant Victorian bicycle and snatch some lemon drops away from poor children?”

“Why do you care anyway, Father? You have sex all the time, much as I’d like to forget it,” Shinobi put in.

“I do not grudge you seeking your pleasures, Shinobi, but pleasure is meant to be a reward after a long day’s hard work, not something to wallow in day after day, entirely unearned. And I do wish you were a bit more discerning in your partners. That ‘giant Victorian bicycle’ was called a ‘penny-farthing,’ Mr. Allerdyce.”

“I know what it’s called, Shaw,” Pyro grumbled, annoyed despite himself. He’d run across the term while researching one of his novels, but of course Shaw would treat him like a moron because he hadn’t used the “proper term” when tossing off a cheap insult.

“At any rate, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Inferiors will always mock their betters, out of jealousy and lack of understanding. But I had hoped that you, at least, would show more dignity, Shinobi. Did I not raise you to be better than this?”

“You barely raised me at all!” Shinobi snapped, although he did not meet Sebastian’s eyes.

“It’s not jealousy or lack of understanding,” Pyro said, arms folded. “We mock you because you’re a snobby arse that thinks you’re better than everyone else. Simple as that.”

“And am I not better? I worked my way up from nothing to create a business empire. I have amassed wealth and power that most people can only dream of, all from my own intelligence and hard work. And compared to, what? A stupid, intensely lazy son who would happily drink and fuck his way through life. And a failed author who turned to terrorism and petty crime. I think I can objectively say that I am, indeed, better.”

“Failed author?!” Pyro was incensed. “My books sold millions of copies, you wanker. Maybe it wasn’t Shakespeare, but it was fucking well successful.”

“Fine, a mediocre author who enjoyed some small measure of popular success,” Sebastian shrugged. “I don’t know why people published your tripe, but they did. I’ll give you that. From that perspective, I suppose my own son is even more disappointing. At least you had some semblance of a career.”

“Why don’t you take your wine and fuck off? There’s plenty left, if it’s good enough to satisfy your oh-so-refined palate. We’re trying to have a fun evening here, and I’m sure you’re very busy plotting to steal Christmas.”

“No, I think the sight of my son’s debauchery has quite put me off wine for the moment. I suppose I should really stop being surprised and disappointed at this point, but every time I think you’ve fallen as far as you can, Shinobi, you manage to find a new bottom.” Shinobi did not respond, only clutched at the glass harder, a flush spreading over his face.

“Oh no, you can’t leave without a drink, Shaw. We’ve prepared a special blend for you, all the fanciest brands.” And before he could second-guess himself, Pyro picked up the spit bucket and hurled it across the room at Sebastian.

Sebastian dodged to the side, far faster than Pyro would expect from a man of his size, and the mixture of wine and spit splattered against the wall and floor. Shaw gave him a cold, fixed smile as he calmly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped a few errant drops off his polished leather shoes. It was the kind of smile Pyro would have imagined on a wicked count in one of his books, as he locked the poor governess in the manor tower and informed her that the handsome stableboy would be hung for murder. Of course, in Pyro’s books, the plucky heroine would climb down the ivy and rush to the courthouse in the nick of time with evidence of the stableboy’s innocence. Real life was never so satisfying.

Well, at least he’d made the bastard jump. Without moving or looking up, Shinobi reached out and clamped a hand over Pyro’s arm, as if anchoring him in place.

“You know, I’m not even angry, Allerdyce,” Sebastian said, dispassionate, as if discussing ocean currents or famine death tolls. He straightened his suit, which was still infuriatingly spotless. “I don’t get angry when an ill-trained dog shits on the floor. It cannot help doing what comes naturally. Of course, I will still wring the mongrel’s neck.” The smile stretched a bit wider, showing more teeth. “I have little patience for ill-trained beasts, and I like a good, clean floor.”

“That a threat, mate?” Pyro snapped. Shinobi’s grip on his arm tightened, and he felt tingly all over, vaguely light-headed. The wine was certainly making itself known.

“You’re not important enough for threats. I assume you will clean this up after you and my idiot son sleep off your intoxication. And Shinobi and I will have a discussion about his behavior, when he is actually sober enough to listen to reason.” Sebastian addressed the last sentence directly to his son, who still stood quietly, head bowed. Pyro could feel tremors running up his arm, and realized that Shinobi was shaking. Fury boiled up inside him, hot and quick.

“No, you bloody well won’t!” He snarled. “Your son is a grown man who can make his own fucking choices, yeah, and you’re not going to lecture him like a child, or….or anything else. Anything else.” There were words caught in his throat. Things that Shinobi had only whispered, that were not meant to be said aloud. “I won’t let you. No one on this ship will let you!” Pyro groped for his lighter on the table, planning to send a few fireballs at Shaw’s smug face, at least singe his eyebrows a bit. He gaped for a moment as his hand passed directly through the table – fuckin’ hell I’m a ghost! – before he realized that Shinobi had phased both of them.

Sebastian smirked. “You’re very chivalrous towards the people you want to fuck, aren’t you, Allerdyce? Does that help you to believe that you’re more than just a crass, violent thug?”

“Fuck off, Shaw!”

“Let’s avoid any more poor choices tonight, shall we?” Sebastian leaned forward, and Shinobi actually flinched slightly, leaning back. But Shaw just scooped up the lighter and pocketed it. “I don’t think you’re in any condition to use this responsibly, Allerdyce. Remember, your precious Ms. Dastoor wouldn’t come back if you torched the boat, even if the rest of us would. And Shinobi – “

Letting go of Pyro’s arm, Shinobi finally raised his head, gazing up at his father through the mess of hair that had fallen across his face.

“There’s really nothing to say, is there? Nothing you haven’t heard before. You’ve disappointed me time and time again. I won’t waste my breath any further tonight. Enjoy wallowing in filth. Come see me when you’re ready to act like a man again.”

“Yeah, no need to waste any more time here, I’m sure you’ve got loads of kitten murder videos to wank off to.” Sebastian didn’t react, as he was already striding from the room, door swinging shut. “Why don’t you go kick Tiny Tim’s crutch out from under him, that’ll get you nice and hard, won’t it?” Pyro yelled after him.

He sat fuming for a moment, wanting more than anything to rush down the corridor and rip out handfuls of Sebastian’s hair. Gouge his eyes out with his fingers and shove the bloody mess down his throat. To torch the man until his skin cracked and bubbled. To make him hurt. But that wasn’t a battle he was likely to win, so instead he grabbed the table and flipped it over, the wine glasses shattering in every direction.

He could imagine Shaw pausing in the hall, smirking in satisfaction at the sound of Pyro throwing a tantrum, acting like the animal that he really was. He hurled an empty bottle at the door, but it must have been sturdily made, as it simply bounced and rolled. Then he sat with his arms wrapped tight around himself, taking deep, slow breaths. He could never quite believe that his power didn’t include creating fire, because he got so impossibly hot when enraged like this. It would be so satisfying to burn something – something old and huge and valuable, just to stand in the center of the inferno and let it all turn to ash around him.

Either that, or a good, hard fuck. That’d do the trick, too.

Perhaps it really was for the best that Shaw had taken his lighter. Of course, he had at least two more on him, but he left them in his pockets, and instead took deep breaths. Just like Haven had taught him, hands on his shoulders, to find a calm, cool place that existed somewhere inside him. This is how we put the fire out.

He heard a small sound, and realized as he opened his eyes that Shinobi was no longer standing next to him. Instead, he was wobbling his way over towards the spilled wine (thrown wine, actually) with one of the bathroom towels. He dropped to his knees and began to mop up the puddle.

“Shin, no, don’t do that,” Pyro stumbled over to him, none too steady himself. He pulled the towel away. It was his own mess to take care of, but more importantly, interrupting their evening to clean up a stupid wine splatter felt very much like letting Sebastian win.

“It’ll stain,” Shinobi mumbled, looking down at the floor, not meeting Pyro’s eyes.

“Who gives a shit? I’ll clean it up tomorrow, okay? I’m the one who threw it, I’ll take care of it. I’ll give the whole floor a good scrubbing in a sexy maid costume.” He winked half-heartedly.

Shinobi scowled down at the floor, and then gave Pyro an abrupt shove, knocking him off balance.

“Why did you have to act like such an asshole? Father already thinks the worst of you, but you always make it worse!”

“Me?” Pyro blinked in disbelief. “He’s the one barging in here swinging his dick around. You want me to just stand there like a kid getting lectured? Fuck that!”

“I mean, you could just….you could at least try…” Shinobi mumbled, wringing his hands.

“Try what? Try to be a little more sophisticated, is that it? You think your Dad is right about me? Am I too trashy for you, Shinobi? I wasn’t too trashy to suck your dick twenty minutes ago, was I?”

“No! No, I don’t mean, that!” Shinobi stammered. “I don’t mean….I just…..he always…..he….”

Suddenly Shinobi sucked in a sharp, hard breath, and wrapped his arms around Pyro’s torso, burying his face against his side. Pyro fell silent as Shinobi squeezed him tight, breathing in harsh, ragged gasps that Pyro would politely not acknowledge as sobs.

It wasn’t something that he was exactly used to, despite all the soppy romantic bullshit he wrote. He’d spent half his life in terrorist and quasi-legit military groups full of dudes with powers who treated every single interaction as a dick-measuring contest. Not to mention their fearless leader, who would probably jump off a cliff before she showed enough vulnerability to shed a tear.

But sometimes it happened. Sometimes guys broke. It had happened to Dominic once when the divorce was official. He and Helen been separated long before Dominic became “Avalanche,” but somehow seeing it in writing had left the usually stoic man sobbing. It had happened to Pyro right after they got back from a fruitless quest in the Savage Land for a Legacy Virus cure that had never existed in the first place. He’d been able to hold it together while they were fighting their way out, but once he was back at his apartment – sick, hurting and so fucking exhausted, back in the place where he was now definitely going to die – he’d broken down completely. Both times, they’d just held each other and said nothing, and that was enough. Later they’d pretended nothing had happened, to spare the other man’s pride.

He didn’t think silence would work with Shinobi. Shinobi was a talker (and frankly, if Pyro was honest, so was he.) Gingerly, he reached his arms down to encircle Shinobi in an awkward hug.

“There, there,” he tried. God, couldn’t he do any better than that? He was a writer, for fuck’s sake. He’d just had sex with the man less than an hour ago. What would one of his heroes say?

Not to worry, darling, I’ve discovered the Marquis’s dreadful secret. Your marriage was never legal in the first place, and we can have it annulled on the morrow.

There is no ghost, my love. It is merely a trick of the light and your own flighty imagination. I swear to you, there is nothing out on those moors except the odd rabbit. Pay no attention to servants’ gossip.

To hell with your damned father! I swear he shall not keep us apart another second, and you need never fear him again.

Well, that last one was awfully tempting. But probably not quite right.

“Hey,” he tried again. “It’s okay. I know….I know it don’t exactly seem okay right now. But it is. You’re not a kid anymore, right? And you’re not alone here. You’ve got a boatful of people with you, and we’re all willing to get between you and that moldy old nutsack you call a father, yeah? We’re not gonna let him do anything to you, okay?” At least, Pyro knew that he, Madelyne and Haven would all be willing to step between father and son, if necessary. He wasn’t totally sure about Claudine, she could be a bit of a cold fish, but she seemed decent enough.

Shinobi’s harsh breathing that was not quite sobs was starting to slow a little bit, so Pyro figured he was probably doing something right.

“And fuck him, anyway. You’re not any of the things he said. He spends your whole life either ignoring you or beating you up, but he thinks he can step in and start judging you now? He sets you up with all his money, then blames you for growing up rich? What an absolute cunt. He’s just completely wrapped up in himself, Shin. He’s the king of the fucking universe and anyone who isn’t him is just a peasant. That’s why he’s so hard on you, because you’re not exactly like him. Which believe me, is a good thing.”

“I just wish……I wish I was better sometimes,” Shinobi gasped.

“Well, fuck man, me too,” Pyro said. “I wish I was better, I mean. Not the way your old man means it, just…you know, generally better. I’ve killed people, I’ve stolen, and I really don’t feel all that bad about a lot of it. Compared to that, being a trust-fund kid who likes to party really isn’t all that bad.”

Shinobi huffed slightly, nearly a laugh.

“And hey, you almost managed to kill your Dad.”

“Almost.”

“Still, quite an accomplishment. And Shaw’s full of bullshit talking about you never working, anyway. We’re all part of the crew here, we all go on missions. You contribute just like everyone else. So he can shut the fuck up.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Shinobi drew back, rubbing at his face, and sniffing. “Hey, did you say ‘there, there’ when I first started, um, you know…..crying?”

“Yeah,” Pyro rubbed the back of his neck. “I ain’t exactly a great therapist, I’m afraid. It was that, or start reading to you from The Ghost of Briarcliffe Manor. At least the sex scenes would have perked you right up.”

Shinobi cracked a smile.

“Maybe your Dad could use a bit of that. Maybe he’d be less of a sour old bastard if he got laid more often.”

“No, unfortunately, he gets laid plenty,” Shinobi said, combing his hair back with his fingers. “He just hates fun.”

“Fun?” Pyro assumed a sour expression, sticking his jaw out. “We didn’t have fun when I was a boy. In my day we worked a twelve-hour shift at the cannery and got a five-minute break to chew on a sassafras stick, and we liked that just fine!”

Shinobi actually giggled, and Pyro went on, encouraged.

“Fun is a disease that has infested the younger generations! All of this dancing and moving pictures, and gramophone music! What’s wrong with eating a bowl of plain oatmeal and staring at a brick wall? That’s how I used to let my hair down on Friday night!”

Shinobi got up and returned with sofa pillows.

“Here. Your chest is too narrow for the part.”

“Oh yes, mustn’t forget the massive tits.” Pyro unbuttoned his shirt to shove the pillows in.

There was wine and saliva seeping into his trouser legs as he knelt on the floor. In the morning, he’d get up and clean up all the mess in a hung-over daze, and he’d probably step on broken glass in the dark and hop around swearing. Then he’d have to wait for the headache and nausea to lift while Sebastian gloated at their state.

But it didn’t really matter. At the moment, Pyro was pleasantly drunk and Shinobi was laughing, and that was good enough.

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It had been a long day, The moonlight seeping into his second floor apartment window lighting up the room. Tossing and turning in his bed, trying to find a comfortable position, his eyes staring at the ceiling. His cat, Happy sleeping at his feet on his back.

Restless, Natsu sighed sitting up turning his head to the alarm clock on his bedside table.

2:00 AM it read, with a loud sigh he got up very slowly avoiding waking the sleeping cat.

Shuffling into the kitchen, he checked his phone for the millionth time, no message from Lucy.

His girlfriend had gone out with a few friends tonight at some new club downtown. He wanted her to text him when she got there to make sure she was safe but he hasn’t heard from her.

He knew she was probably just excited and forgot to text him. He tried not to text Lucy a million times, he didn’t want to be overbearing. He wanted her to have fun, she barely ever had time for herself because of her very busy job as a journalist. He knew she was safe with her friends, he trusted her friends to keep her safe, especially Erza. He shivered, yea, definitely safe with the scary redhead.

He took a deep breath and made some coffee, he wasn’t getting any sleep anyway. He took a big sip of the brown liquid and scrunched his nose from the strong bitter taste and decided to add some sugar and milk. He always drank his coffee black around his girlfriend, but Lucy didn’t have to know he was adding some flavor to his coffee.

After adding the new ingredients to his cup he took another sip. Happy with himself he sat on the couch in the living room turning on the TV, flipping the channel until it landed on some wildlife documentary.

He had no idea why they’d play a documentary at 2am but it was something to watch until his blonde came home.

30 minutes into the documentary, his phone rang. He had left it on the kitchen counter to keep himself from checking it every minute. Natsu stood and dove for the phone, answering it without looking at who it was.

“Hello??” He greeted quickly, maybe a bit too quickly.

“Natsu? I’m sorry for waking you-” Hearing a strong voice over the receiver, he couldn’t deny who it was, a strong scary redhead. There was a lot of background noise he could barely hear her, he turned off the TV.

“Erza? What’s wrong? Is Lucy okay? Did she lose her phone?” He interrupted her, his mind spun a million miles an hour. Why did Erza call him instead of Lucy?

“Natsu.. I’m using her phone, didn’t you check before you answered? My phone died so I’m using hers.” She stated, he could imagine a frown stretched across her face. He took the phone from his ear and looked at the screen, it was Lucy’s contact name.

“Um.. no.” He answered back shyly, he sat back down on the couch.

“Well, There’s been a bit of a situation, Lucy has gotten in a fight and got us kicked out of the club.”

“Wha-“ Natsu, was taken aback, Lucy got in a fight? What happened, it had to be something bad to get her kicked out.

“I’ll explain later,” she continues, “Levy and Lucy are drunk out of their minds, and Gray has already taken Juvia home an hour or two ago. I’m a bit tipsy myself. I called to ask if you could come take Lucy home? I’m going to take Levy home and stay there for the night. I was going to call Gajeel to come pick us up.”

“Yea-“ He stood to grab his shorts from the bedroom putting them on quickly. He was grabbing his shoes and the car keys when there was a loud noise in the background end of the receiver.

“Lucy! Stop, sit right here this instant!” There was a pause, “yes I’m on the phone with him right now. No! Lucy!” He heard crackling noise on the other end and had to lift the phone from his ear.

“Natsuu~” He heard the slurred voice of his girlfriend. He guessed she had gotten the phone from Erza.

“Lucy?” He could hear her giggle, and Erza yelling at Lucy in the background.

“Ah Natsu you’re stuck in the phone, I miss you please come out?” She slowly spoke the words, her tone was sweeter than normal.

“Lucy you’re calling me, I’m on my way to pick you guys up okay? Tell me where you are.” He took his wallet and keys and headed out the door, locking it behind him. He walked briskly down the hall to the elevator, it was a slow elevator so he decided to take the stairs down to the garage.

“We’re on the sidewalk silly can’t you see us?” She giggled again, he ran down the stairs missing some of the steps, nearly falling.

“Lucy, can you give the phone back to Erza please?” He pleaded, he couldn’t go anywhere if he didn’t know where they were. Hell, he doesn’t remember the name of the club they went to. Lucy had told him before she left that night. Erza seemed to be the only one in her right mind, he felt that Lucy wasn’t going to tell him.

Freezing, a chill went down his spine when hearing sniffling on the other end of the phone. “Lucy are you okay?”

“You don’t want to hear my voice? You don’t want to be with me?” She cried. Where did this conclusion come from? He thought to himself.

“No no no! Lucy I love hearing your voice and being with you, hell, I think about you every minute. I just need to know where you are, tell me what building you’re close to. I’ll come pick you up okay?” He pleaded with her, the sniffling stopped, it was silent for a moment and for a second he thought she hung up on him, he had to check the screen.

“Pwomise?” She pouted, he could imagine her lower lip sticking out and her eyes wide, he could barely resist her puppy dog eyes.

“I promise.” He started back down the stairs to the garage where their car was. He hears a lot of background noise again, Lucy asking Erza where they were. Lucy struggling to hold onto the phone while Erza took it away. Hearing his girlfriend screaming give it back! You took Natsu!

“My apologies, Lucy took the phone from me.” The redhead sighed, Natsu jumped into the front seat of his Jeep.

“I noticed.” He teased, turning on the car. “What’s the club called? Are you guys still there?”

“We just got into Magnolia park, it’s just down the street from the club. We’re by the big statue of the horse.” She answered, he could hear Lucy crying loudly in the background. “Levy is passed out on the bench, so I might need help getting both of them in the car.”

He nods, putting the car in reverse and exiting the garage. “Will do, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Hearing Lucy ball her eyes out made his stomach clench in panic. He hated hearing Lucy so sad. “Put Lucy back on.”

There was a moment of silence before he heard loud breathing on the other end.

“Natshu?” He heard his girl sniffle and her voice sounded nasally from all the crying she’d done.

“Yea I’m here Luce, I’m on my way.” He told her, driving through traffic. Why were there so many cars on the road at 2am?! Magnolia park wasn’t too far from the apartment, it was a 5-10 minute drive away.

“Where’s Happy?” She laughed, Happy, the cat they have was back at the apartment, he was asleep on the bed the last time Natsu has seen him.

“He’s at home.” He answered her as he turned right at a green light. He immediately changed lanes to the left lane.

“I wanna see Happy, I wanna see you. I wanna make you purr Natsu.” She made a weird purring noise. He let out a nervous laugh.

“Okay.” He answered as he was coming up to a red light.

“Natshu, my shoes are wet, why are my shoes wet? I bought these, you know I bought these shoes Natshu.” She slurred, he remembered the black heels she had on her feet while waiting for Erza to pick her up. They were like daggers, he had no idea why women would wear something like that or how they could wear them.

“Yea, you bought those, why are they wet Luce?” He asked her, going forward at the now green light.

There was silence on the other end of the line, he glanced at the screen to see he was still on the call.

The park was on the left hand side of the road. He could see Erza standing next to the weird statue she mentioned. He would have to take a U-turn to get to them, he got into the middle lane and waited for his chance to turn. All the while, Lucy suddenly started to babble about how she stepped in a puddle. Natsu wasn’t paying much attention, he was driving and needed to get to her.

“Erzzaa, Where’s Natsu?” He heard the blonde cry to her friend over the phone.

“He’s on his way Lucy.” He could barely hear the redhead answer. A red car was about to pass and he took that opportunity to turn after the red car. He slowly drove on the side of the road close to where the girls were. The line went dead once he parked and turned off the car. He looked up to see Lucy, stumbling drunkenly to the car.

He got out and walked to his girlfriend who jumped into his arms, he almost didn’t catch her and nearly fell on his ass.

“Natshu! I missed youu~” She barely was able to make the words come out. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, nuzzling her face on his affectionately. He held onto her back and the bottom of her butt to hold her up. He turned to Erza who sat next to Levy. She looked just as sleepy as Levy, trying to stay awake.

“Let me drop you off at Gajeel’s place. Did you get to call him yet?” The red head stood, slinging her arm over Levy’s shoulder holding her up, she shook her head slowly. He stumbled towards her and pulled his phone out to hand to her. “Call him to tell him we’re dropping you guys off.”

Natsu walked back to the car with Erza and Levy following close behind, and Lucy in his arms.

He struggled to open the passenger door with Lucy, she had started kissing his neck sloppily and then resting her head on his shoulders. He had to convince her he wasn’t leaving her to get her to sit down it the seat. He had to buckle her in; he didn’t trust herself do it.

Erza had gotten Levy in her seat in the back and buckled in behind Lucy as he got into the driver's seat, she got into her own seat behind Natsu.

“Natsu do you even have Gajeel’s number? I can’t find his contact.” Erza explained as Natsu pulled back onto the road.

“His contact name is Metal head.” He casually answered without looking in the rearview mirror to glance at her.

“Why do you have Gajeel’s number saved as Metal head?” The redhead questioned him, Natsu couldn’t help but laugh at the name. Gajeel works as a welder and often works with a giant helmet on his head. To Natsu it looks like he has a giant metal head.

“No reason.” He snickered to himself, he snickered to himself as they passed through a green light.

“Gajeel? It’s Erza. It’s okay, Levy is with me, Natsu came to pick us up.” She sighed, “yes, Natsu picked us up..” she paused listening to Gajeel “because he lived closer to the club. Is that a problem?”

Erza spoke in a warning tone sending chills down Natsu’s back. He couldn’t hear what Gajeel was saying but had to have been sucking up to the redhead to avoid her wrath. He snickered to himself. He looked towards Lucy who had passed out as soon as they started driving.

“We’re on our way to your house, I hope it’s okay if I stay the night.” She told Gajeel. Natsu glanced into the rearview mirror looking at Erza. Her lips stretched into a slight smile.

“Thank you, I’ll see you in a bit. Bye” with a click she hung up and set the phone into the cup holder in between the driver and passenger seat.

“You can stay at our place if you’d like. I can take you home in the morning.” Natsu offered, glancing at the redhead while stopped at a red light. She shook her head, staring out the window watching the streetlights go by as they started to drive through the now green signal.

“Their place is closer to mine, I’ll be fine.” Her cheek resting on her hand, she nearly grumbled from her hand pushing on her cheek.

There was silence in the car, noise of the bumps in the road and wind passing the car filled the air. It wasn’t uncomfortable but it felt weird. Erza had mentioned that Lucy got into a fight that got them kicked out. What would Lucy do to get them kicked out? She wasn’t the fighting type.

He glanced at Erza who was still awake.

“Hey, you said Lucy got into a fight. What did you mean by that?” He questioned her, keeping his eyes on the road but glancing at Erza here and there. He turned right onto a lit empty road.

“I don’t know the whole story, Lucy had to tell me, but Levy and I were dancing while Lucy and Juvia went to get us more drinks. Lucy had told me there was a guy hitting on Juvia, he wouldn’t leave her alone. Lucy had to forcefully take his hand off her. He then left her alone after being confronted. After a while, Juvia wasn’t feeling good so we called Gray to come pick her up because we wanted to stay longer.” She paused, trying to recollect the event, her mind blurred slightly from alcohol. “After a while we were still dancing and drinking, Levy was getting tired and was a little too drunk. We got a table and sat down. I noticed Lucy hadn’t talked or danced as much as before, I tried asking her what was wrong but she kept saying she was fine. Then this guy came up to our table and started talking to Lucy. She told him to back off. He put his hand on her shoulder -“

Natsu’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. How dare he touch his girl?

“She told him to not touch her again. I stood and was about to ask the man to back away but Lucy stopped me. We left that area and found a new table. After a break we went back to dancing and that same guy came back over to us and started dancing with her, grinding against her.”

Doesn’t a guy know when to quit it? Natsu wished he was there to give the guy a beat down.

“Lucy had enough and turned and punch the guy in the nose, her glass still in her other hand. She yelled at him that no means no, and if she catches him one more time ignoring her or bugging another woman she’d shove her glass up his ass.” Erza chuckled, “Apparently, it was the clubs manager’s brother, he heard everything and kicked us out.”

Natsu’s chest burst with happiness, he looked at his blonde and smiled, he felt so proud of her for standing up to a creep like that. His chest was tight with excitement.

They soon pulled up to the small house that is Gajeel and Levy’s home.

Gajeel immediately came outside to meet them. Erza looked at the pink haired man, she smiled.

“Thank you for taking us here Natsu.” She got out and went around to Levy’s side to let her out. Natsu put down the window staring at the dark haired man waiting to get his wife out of the car, Gajeel glared at Natsu.

“Dragneel.” He greeted gruffly, Natsu’s lips turned up into a smug smirk.

“Redfox.” Greeted back. The dark haired man took his small wife into his arms, helping Erza walk towards the door. Natsu waited for the front door to shut behind them before taking off towards their apartment.

He glanced at the sleeping woman beside him, how lucky he was to have such a strong, brave, and beautiful woman. Even though her make up was messed up or she drooled in her sleep, he would always find her attractive and beautiful. Getting kicked out of bars was his thing, always getting into fights, and going home early with an angry girlfriend. This time she got kicked out for standing up for her friend, and for herself. He found her so much more amazing everyday.

By the time he parked in the garage he was bushed. The grogginess was overwhelming, but he had to still go upstairs. He carried his girlfriend bridal style, he didn’t think he could carry her all the way up the stairs while being so sleepy. He was forced to use the elevator.

As the elevator dinged, Lucy started to stir.

“Natsu?” She questioned looking around, disoriented she looked up at him in confusion.

“We’re home, Luce.” He assures her with a kiss to the forehead walking into the elevator. “Go back to sleep.”

“How can I sleep when you look so hot?” She giggled, leaning into him. He chuckled, giving her a second forehead kiss.

“Natsu.” She called, he looked down at her. She nuzzled her face into his neck. “Let’s have sex.” She blurted sweetly into his neck, tickling him with soft kisses and light nips.

Heat flashed up his body like lightning, his knees wobbled. He groaned out loud, from all the times he has been with Lucy she had never been so bold like this. She doesn’t get drunk very often and he’s never seen her this drunk. She was a flirty drunk, he concluded. He wished he could take her right now in the elevator, he gulped as Lucy ran her hands up and down his chest.

Finally the slow elevator came to their stop and he hopped out with Lucy in his arms.

At the door he set Lucy down as she pouted but still continued the attack on his neck, he unlocked the door.

He picked her back up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Lucy squealed with delight, Natsu walked into the bedroom to find the blue cat nowhere to be found. Probably under the bed or on the couch.

He suddenly dropped the blonde onto the bed, she looked up at him with big brown eyes filled with anticipation and lust. He wished he could fuck her right now all night long, but he hesitated, she was drunk. It would make him just as bad as the man at the club hitting on Lucy. She was vulnerable, and drunk and wasn’t in her right mind. While she was begging for it, it’s still not right. He sighed and started slowly taking her clothes off to change her into pjs. He took her shoes off.

“Aw Natsu, it’s okay to take your time with me.” She stretched into a sexy pose.

He unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor, as she grabbed him on the waist. He pulled her away from him and she pouted.

“You don’t want to have sex? Is something wrong with me?” She cried, he sighed in defeat rubbing his hands over his face.

“Lucy, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re sexy as hell.” He gripped her by the waist and peppered kisses along her face. “But you’re drunk and not in your right mind. You need to get some rest and if you want we can have sex all morning tomorrow if you’re up to it.” He growled, kissing her neck with a peck. She hummed happily stepping closer to him, setting a hand on his chest.

“Okay.” She kisses his lips softly, she turned and sat on the bed in nothing but her panties and bra staring at him, lifting her arms. “Change me then.” She purred. He internally groaned at the sight, it was like she was mocking him, trying to convince him to have sex with her. He mentally slapped himself, stay focused you walnut! He told himself.

He pulled one of his shirts over her head after taking her bra off, with some help Lucy got under the covers. He took his shorts off and joined his girlfriend under the warm sheets.

She sighed happily nuzzling against him, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling his face on top of hers.

“I love you Natsu.” She said softly, her eyes closed and breathing steadily slowing down as she fell asleep.

“I love you too Luce.” He kissed her forehead before falling asleep after her.

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