#as soon as I looked at the source I knew it couldn't be true because I had read this interview before
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The Walk-in
Killer x gn!reader (afab edition)
word count: 4.2k
amab vers.
a/n: i got this idea from a revelation i had about how im pretty sure every walk-in in every restaurant ever has been boned in at least once. my source to site is me bc ive been working in the food industry since i was, like, 12.
“Oh my god, y/n, have you seen the new cook?” Your best friend, Wire, spoke up from behind the bar. He was currently wiping it down, preparing for the rush that would be starting soon.
You were bussing tables when he spoke up, you paused, walking over to him and tossing the rag over your shoulder. “I haven't. Isn't he a friend of the owner’s son or something?”
“Yeah. Met him in college.”
“Ah. Friend hire.” You made a face, causing Wire to laugh. He knows how much you weren't a fan of people being hired just because they knew someone who worked there - especially when it came to the owner. “They never last.” You shook your head.
“Oh, c'mon. I heard his cooking is great.”
You raised an eyebrow as you went back to wiping down tables. “Biased opinions, probably. Of course they're gonna say his cooking is great. But good cooking isn’t everything in this line or work. You and I both know that.”
Wire had a thoughtful look on his face as he nodded. “That's true.” There'd been plenty of instances where a good cook was hired, but they couldn't deal with the rush or crazy customers. None of them would last through the night. “He seems like he'll hold well.”
You snorted, standing up and folding your arms across your chest. “That's what you said about the last guy.” You rolled your eyes with a grin. The poor sap didn't last half an hour.
“I was being optimistic?” You snorted and shook your head. “Oh sure. Optimistic.”
“I'm sure he'll become overwhelmed and leave within the hour.” That was your bet. You didn't usually expect much from newcomers, especially friend hires.
“Wow, not even giving me a real shot, huh?” A deep voice came up from behind you. A shiver ran down your spine - not from fear, but from the sheer attractiveness his voice had. Oh shit.
You turned around and the air left your lungs as the most beautiful and sexy man stood behind you. You blinked, trying to find words to say but your brain wasn't fully caught up with the situation. Holy shit, this was the finest man you'd ever seen in your life.
“You must be the head server with the high expectations then.” You opened your mouth to say something - only for nothing to come out. You glared over at Wire who held his hands up in surrender with a shit eating grin on his face. He knew that this man was exactly your type and chose to retain that information.
A sly grin spread across the cook's face. “Cat got your tongue? Where'd all that barking go?”
Your eyes widened, one of them twitching. Oh, he had a mouth on him too. It was on.
Finally, your brain caught up. It'd felt like eternity, but it was only a few seconds. You folded your arms across your chest, an unimpressed look crossing your features. “I believe I am giving you a chance, just don't have high hopes. Can’t in this line of work - takes a special breed.”
You looked him up and down. Fuck, he was fine as hell. “Anyway. They say you're a good cook. The customers will be the judge of that. That's not all, however. Where most people fumble is service itself. Always ends up being too much for people - too busy.”
Then your brain circled back to what he had said earlier. “And of course I have high expectations. I only want what's best for this place and I don't need people wasting mine or my coworkers time.”
The man before you just had an amused look on his face as he watched you. That irritated the shit out of you for reasons you couldn’t specify at the moment. “Don't worry, I won't be wasting anyone's time. I assure you, I won't be going anywhere either. You better get used to me now,” he crooned, leaning in as he spoke.
Your eyes narrowed at him. You wanted to punch him in his smug little face. “I've had plenty like you, too. Big talk. Think they'll last. Usually, they're the quickest to leave. Honestly, I’m being generous with an hour.”
He chuckled, straightening back out. “We'll see when I'm still here after rush then, huh? If I stick it out, which I will, what do I get for winning the bet?”
The sheer audacity of this man. You stared at him, but didn't hesitate in your answer. “A job, duh.” You rolled your eyes. “I don't have time for this. I have a floor to prep.”
The cook laughed. It was one of the most beautiful sounds you ever heard. Damn, you must just be horny. It had been a while since you've gotten laid, but you also had a rule of never sleeping with your coworkers. You didn't knock others for doing it, you just didn't personally. You felt it made things complicated - though you were also an overthinker. Too many what ifs. What if it didn’t work out? What if you hated working together? What if you spent too much time together? What if, what if, what if?
“I'll see you after dinner rush then.” He winked at you and your heart almost stopped. Jesus fuck, you were down bad for a man you wanted to strangle. He walked off, leaving you standing there with Wire. You watched him leave, admiring his fat ass as he left before you turned back to your best friend.
He burst into laughter and you narrowed your eyes. “You're the worst, you know that?” That caused him to laugh harder. “Oh my god. I was just waiting for the moment for the part where you both just tear off each other's clothes and start going at each other right there, holy shit.”
Your face immediately warmed up. “Shut up, Wire. No one asked you.” You folded your arms across your chest with a frown. “You could've fucking warned me he was hotter ‘n hell.”
Wire laughed again. “And miss the look on your face? That was priceless. I've never seen you be so taken aback before. The great y/n rendered speechless by the new cook.”
“Don't call him the new cook. He's gotta prove himself first.”
Another chuckle came from your best friend and he shook his head. You sighed, looking in the direction said man had left.
“What are you thinking about now?”
“How it's a shame he's not a baker with all that cake he's got. And how I wouldn't mind him icing mine.” Wire burst into laughter again and you just shook your head, clicking your tongue. “Too bad he won't last.”
Your attention shifted to the customers that walked in and you headed over to greet them.
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Rush was busier than usual. It was always insane, but it was even more so tonight. This was something you usually lived for, the chaos of the floor. It kept things interesting and helped time fly by. Slow nights drove you insane, which is why you were always scheduled the busiest nights too. Plus, you were insanely good at your job.
Being head server, your main job was just making sure that things were going out on time, keeping tabs on your servers, and taking care of any customer issues. You were technically a manager, yes, but you liked the title of head server better.
However, you could feel eyes on you all night. Yes, that's typically normal considering you're a server, but this was different. You also knew exactly who the culprit was. The new fucking cook. Every time you headed to the back or to the window, his eyes were on you. You'd glance at him, catching him red handed.
Only, he didn't look away like most people. He kept his stare, only offering up a grin and the occasional wink as he cooked. Your body heated up every time, flustered that he was so casual. Your mind was running wild with what you wanted him to do to you. You tried to keep yourself busy, but the growing heat across your whole body was making it hard.
You tried to lie to yourself, saying it was because rush was busier than usual and you were running around even more. Every time you finally started calming down, he seemed to appear out of nowhere with his stupid smile, sending you into a spiral again.
You could honestly punch him, that might just solve your problems. He was aggravating in every sense of the word. His cocky attitude was getting to you, making you even crabbier than you already had been. You were trying your best not to take it out on your fellow servers or the customers. It was fine for the most part.
After rush, you asked another server to cover the one table you had left so you could take a minute. You immediately beelined it to the walk in. You flung the door open, unbuttoning your shirt a few times as you walked in. You closed your eyes, listening to the hum of the fans keeping it cool, and taking a deep breath as you fanned yourself with your hand.
Then the door opened, revealing the new guy. Someone mentioned his name was Killer. Funny. You wonder how he ended up with a stupid nickname like that.
You glared at him as the smug smile spread across his face. Unfortunately, you knew he didn't end up leaving. His eyes being glued to you all night constantly reminded you that he had proven you wrong. He actually had done pretty well and the customers seemed to enjoy his cooking. He'd be sticking around as long as he wanted now - the job was his. Which also meant you had to deal with the fact that you were going to have to see him almost every day.
“Guess you're stuck with me now, huh?”
“What are you even here for? Just to bother me?” You were in a foul mood and it was all his fault. You weren’t in the mood for his cocky attitude or ‘I told you so’ right now
“Well, I originally came back here to grab something but now I don't even remember what it was supposed to be now that you're in front of me looking like that.”
You looked down at yourself, confused. “What? Gonna make fun of me?” You were disheveled and hot, your skin flushed in some places.
“No. You actually look really good like that.” A lazy smile appeared on his face as he folded his arms and leaned against the shelves. What the hell was he doing?
You could feel your body growing warmer despite the cooler air being blown at you. “The hell is your fucking angle? You've been staring all night and now you’re saying weird shit.”
He blinked, raising his eyebrows. “And here I thought I was being obvious.”
You stared at him for a moment as your head spun. What did- oh. Your eyes widened slightly and his grin grew. “Now you got it.”
Though, he didn't have much time to say anything else before you essentially pounced on him. You couldn't take it anymore, he'd been riling you up all night and you were at your wits end. And he was here, basically telling you to screw him. Actually, literally.
You had walked over, grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and kissed him hard. He grinned into you, wrapping his arms around you. “Finally,” he mumbled.
You shook your head. “Don't let your big mouth ruin it.” He just laughed before kissing you again, patting your ass. You took the hint, hopping up and wrapping your legs around him. He held you with ease, hands firmly on your ass as he pinned you to the shelves. He squeezed you hard, making a small whine escape your lips.
Your own hands pressed against his chest before pausing. You felt something through his shirt. “Oh my god - are your nipples pierced?” You had never moved faster than you were right now as you undid his shirt.
He blinked in confusion at your sudden shift of attention, disoriented and a little pouty that you pulled away like you did.
You opened his shirt and, lo and behold, piercings. Your eyebrow raised and a grin spread across your face. “Now, that's hot as hell,” you mused as you ran your hands across his broad chest and piercings, tugging at them a bit. You heard him inhale slightly but before you could play much further, you were set on the ground, lips attacking your neck.
You felt his teeth graze your neck before lightly biting at you as a hand slipped past your waistband and you felt him begin to toy with you. Getting right to business.
Immediately, you melted into him, your hands gripping his shirt as your breathing grew shallow and labored. You cursed under your breath, your legs spreading slightly to give him better access. You definitely didn't see yourself shagging this man so quickly, if at all, and especially in the walk in. Who the hell were you at this point?
Though, it wouldn't be the first time someone hooked up in here and it also wouldn't be the last. You just never thought it'd be you.
“Fuck,” you whined, feeling his fingers circle your clit before sliding down further and a single finger teasing your folds. He kissed you again, patting your thigh. Once again, you knew what he was asking, hiking up your leg and he held it as one of his thick fingers slipped inside of you. You gasped, moaning against him. Fuck, you hated how much you were loving this. The last thing he needed was an ego boost.
But honestly, you were too horny to care.
You were ripped out of what little thoughts you had when he slid in another finger, moving them around inside you. You moaned loudly, causing him to kiss you once more to keep you quiet. Sure, the walk in had the constant fan to keep things cool and it muffled noise, but it wasn't completely soundproof.
Knowing your coworkers, if they noticed both of you gone, they more than likely put two and two together. Especially the longer you were gone. You were kind of surprised that no one checked the walk-in yet, they were typically nosey as hell.
Your moans were growing louder and you rolled your hips against his hand, wanting more. “You're a noisy one, hm?”
“Says the one who cant shut the fuck up,” you mumbled back, breathlessly. He just grinned, inserting another digit, causing you to shudder and moan again. He moved his fingers around, his thumb stimulating your clit as he did so. He was hitting all the right spots and it was driving you insane.
“Keep your leg up,” he said as he let go before reaching that hand around you to untie your apron. He emptied it out and rolled it up all with one hand. You watched in confusion but as soon as you opened your mouth to ask what he was doing the cloth was shoved into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise.
“Since someone can't keep quiet, I'm not going to be able to focus on ruining you and keeping you quiet.” Your face turned red, your body heating up even more. You felt like you were on fire. This was the most embarrassing situation you've been in but holy shit did it turn you on.
Before you had much time to react, his hand placed itself back holding your leg and his other hand began to move inside of you. His fingers moved fast and ruthlessly, his thumb assaulting your clit in the process. Your eyes widened at the sudden change of movement, moaning loudly. The apron muffled it, so maybe he'd been right. You don't know how to keep quiet. Shit, how was this man single? With hands like this?
You felt a coil tightening deep within you, your hips rolling and grinding against him. You were moaning and whining. The apron was going to be soaked by the end of this endeavor.
Right before you reached your climax, he stopped moving before pulling his fingers out of you. You whined in protest, looking at him with desperation. You should've expected something like this at this point, but you were so lost in the sauce that you forgot who was currently fucking you right now.
He spun you around, pressing you into the shelves, and pulling your ass out. He gave you a firm smack, making you whine into the apron. Fuck, he was driving you insane. It's like he knew exactly what you liked.
A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled your pants down, exposing you to the cold air of the walk in. It also didn't help that you were soaking wet either, making things even colder. You gripped onto the shelves before you, trying to keep yourself from shivering anymore.
Soon, you felt his body heat close to you. Now a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine. You had felt him press against you earlier when you were making out. He had felt big and usually you'd end up on your knees, getting a nice jaw exercise before you ended up getting railed. However, Killer kind of just took the lead and took care of you. Which isn't something you were really used to. You were also used to usually ending up having to finish yourself off.
But by the looks of things that wouldn't be the case this time.
Killer pressed a kiss to your shoulder before leaning into your ear. You felt the heat of his body wash over you, the sudden temperature shift making you shiver. “If its too much, bang on the shelf twice.” You just raised an eyebrow at him. If only you didn't have this makeshift gag, you would've said something smart.
“Don't worry,” he said. “I can read your comment in your eyes.” You just narrowed your eyes at him, making him grin - he was eating every moment of this up. You weren’t sure how you felt about him already knowing you so well.
Your glare didn’t last very long before you felt the fat head of his cock press against you. A sharp inhale went through your nose in surprise, not expecting him to be quite that large - he was about the same size as some of your bigger toys. Your eyes rolled back as he began to slide his way into you. You groaned, gripping onto the shelving as you stretched around him. You could feel him throbbing against you as your own walls throbbed trying to expand enough to fit him.
You took each inch of him like a champ, spreading your legs more and bending over to get him to fit all inside of you. He eventually bottomed out and you both were panting as he paused for a moment. You could tell he was holding himself back, which you appreciated. You’d rather not have anything tear. That was never a pleasant experience.
“Look at that,” he breathed. “You took in every inch of me. Good job, baby.” His voice was low as he spoke into your ear. You weren’t exactly sure about the petname, but fuck hearing the praise made your head swim. What was up with you? You were never this submissive.
You moved, pressing into him slightly as you whined. You needed him to move. He just chuckled, but luckily took the hint.
He pulled out of you slowly, almost agonizingly slow. You knew he had to be messing with you. You glared at him over your shoulder and he just grinned back at you. You had half a mind to take the apron out and say something. You started to reach for it when he slammed back into you. Your eyes widened, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as they rolled back. A strangled scream erupted from your throat as you felt yourself climax suddenly. Pleasure ripped through your body, every inch of you shaking as you held onto the shelves for dear life.
Your breathing was heavy, labored. You hadn’t been expecting that in the slightest. You thought he’d take it a little easier, but at the same time you’d never felt anything that good…probably ever.
“Too much?” You looked at him through your blurred vision, shaking your head. A smile appeared on his face, replacing the concern that had been there. “I knew you could take it,” he said. In that moment, you realized he was panting pretty heavily too. His skin glistened with sweat, hair sticking to his face. Fuck, he was one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen in your life.
His hands gripped onto your hips and you knew you were about to have your shit absolutely rocked. You gripped the shelves, bracing yourself. As you predicted, he absolutely started to go to town. One way station to pound town, population: you. Or however the saying went. In moments, the sound of skin against skin mixed with grunts and moans was filling the walk in. You just silently prayed that the cooling system was loud enough to muffle the noise for the most part.
You didn’t dwell on this too long as your mind was slipping further and further into the lusty abyss of pleasure. Your entire body felt like it was on fire despite the fans blowing right on the two of you. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you the cooler was going to end up being on the warmer side after all was said and done.
With the absolute ferocity he was drilling into you, you wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t walk or had some serious bruising tomorrow. You knew you’d have to push through it though because tomorrow was your double. Fuck, you really didn’t think this through. Hell, you didn’t think at all.
Again, your thoughts came and went, never sticking around for long and soon just nonexistent. Your eyes were practically glued to the back of your head as he used you. This was the railing of a lifetime. You’d already came once and you could feel yourself on the cusp of another. Killer was also about at his wits end too - his movements were growing more desperate and erratic.
You reached the edge first, feeling your body shudder once more as euphoria washed over you with your climax. You let out a muffled, long moan. His hips also stilled as he came hard as well. You were filled with warmth, feeling overly stuffed even more so before feeling some of it leaking down your leg. Damn, just how much did he unleash inside of you?
You were slumped against the shelving, trying to collect yourself. Your eyes were closed as you panted heavily, too weak to make any movement right now. Killer was panting too, placing soft kisses along your shoulders and neck while whispering soft praises that made your head spin a little more.
After a few minutes, he reached over, pulling the soggy apron out of your mouth. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, coughing a bit.
He slowly pulled out of you, making you whine slightly. You shivered as you were suddenly left empty, still too weak to move. He shoved himself back into his pants before helping you. He dressed you back up; pants on, apron around your waist. He stood you back up. “Are you alright?”
At this point, you weren’t sure - still on cloud nine. “I think I’ll be fine.” You stretched a bit, wincing slightly. “Tomorrow’s gonna suck though.”
“I can cover for you.”
You looked at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. “No offense, but I think you’d be a shit server.”
He frowned. “And here I thought shagging you would take the attitude out of you.”
You raised a brow, putting your hands on your hips. “Is that what you thought? Sorry, this isn’t something that comes from needing to be laid. I’m just always a bitch - personality trait.” You shrugged, retying your apron. You fixed yourself up before looking over at Killer. You snorted, buttoning his shirt back up.
“Looks like I’ll just have to try again.” A smug smile appeared on his face and you looked at him, a smile tugging on the corners of your own. “You can try as many times as you want, loverboy. It ain’t happening.”
“I’ll ice that cake anytime.” Your eyes widened at his words and he laughed. “Yeah, I heard your little baker comment earlier. So you like my ass?” He winked, making your face turn red. “Fix your hair,” you mumbled. “Make it look less obvious we just boned.”
“Yes, boss.”
You rolled your eyes, flinging the walk-in door open to reveal several of your coworkers standing there. Wire grinned widely, a smug look on his face. “Everyone owes me twenty bucks.” There were collective groans. “No one knows our head server better than me, you should’ve known better than to bet against me.” He shook his head, holding his hand out as everyone forked over money.
“But they literally never sleep with anyone that works here ever,” someone protested, pouting.
You knew right then and there - you were never going to hear the end of this.
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Im always so shy when asking for request 👉🏻👈🏻
I have this story in my head where the reader is Tangerines and Lemons Handler. Lemon adores reader. She does everything for them. Always fun and making jokes. Tangerine and reader have a little hate/banter relationship, but both have unresolved feelings for eachother.
And after one near death assignment, reader has to bring out her nursing skills. Stop the bleeding, stitching them back up etc. But reader is so frustrated with the both of them especially Tan. Because she cares for them and obviously loves Tan. And by almost loosing Tangerine brakes her composure and all her feelings come out.
Maybe fluff, maybe some nsfw?
Do with this whatever you like☺️
Have a wonderful day 🥰🫶🏻
hello my lovely friend! so sorry this took a while but i wanted to make sure i did it right! what a wonderful prompt - i love this idea! please enjoy and feel free to continue sending requests! 🥰
You loved the boys - you really did. In fact, it was hard to imagine a time when they hadn't been a part of your life, a constant presence that grounded you and brought both joy and exasperation in equal measure.
For five years now, you had been their handler, guiding them through missions, patching them up when they were injured, and providing a steady anchor amidst the chaos that seemed to follow them wherever they went. What had once been a professional relationship had slowly evolved into something far deeper - and when it came to a certain British fruit with a mustache, you found yourself unable to stay away.
You liked Lemon for his eccentricities and knack for always being able to sense people's intentions. It was remarkable how spot-on he could be on missions. You suppose you could thank his obsession with Thomas the Tank Engine for that...
Lemon, with his eccentricities and uncanny ability to read people's intentions, was a constant source of amusement and admiration. You marveled at how spot-on he could be during missions, his insights often proving invaluable – a skill you jokingly attributed to his obsession with Thomas the Tank Engine.
Just the other day you had happily entertained one of Lemon's rants about Thomas and Friends over earpiece for a good fifteen minutes just to see how long it would take for Tangerine to lose it. And he did as soon as you and Lemon started having a serious debate about whether or not Tangerine was a Gordon, to which Tangerine did not take kindly to. He insisted he was not anything near close to "that arrogant bastard of a train."
You could hear the utter frustration and offense in his voice, his mutterings of various curses, and you imagined how he must have looked all riled up - to the point that all you wanted was to see his face at that very moment.
Lemon was so honestly sweet - always playful. He always asked you about your day and remembered the smallest things about you. He also knew exactly what to do to push Tangerine's buttons, which you couldn't help but find amusing. Beneath his quirks was a true heart of gold, for he never failed to coax a smile out of you, no matter how bleak the circumstance.
And Tangerine - well, he was Tangerine. He was complicated, to say the least, and you couldn't imagine him as being anything else. Since the beginning, there had been this tension between the two of you - at first, the two of you were at each other's throats - swapping insults and cursing at one other. Lemon may have had to intervene on more than one occasion to get the two of you to snap out of it.
Something, changed though - not significantly but enough for you to notice. You suspect it had something to do with a very long-ass conversation Lemon had with Tangerine after a taxing mission that nearly cost them their lives. When you had picked the both of them up, Tangerine and Lemon had their raincoats covered in blood. For someone who was so vocal, so uptight, Tangerine was positively silent after that mission. He didn't insult you back and barely responded with anything other than one-word utterances - it was unnerving, concerning even.
You didn't like it. You didn't like seeing Tangerine so solemn, so hopeless. You were driving the car in utter silence and at some point Lemon had fallen asleep, or so you thought... Tangerine was in the passenger's seat beside you with a blank stare - he wasn't even looking out the window. No, he just looked straight on at the empty road ahead.
He had a cut on his forehead and a split lip, dried blood stains running down the side of his face. Without looking down, he was taking his golden knuckle-dusters on and off. You had half of a mind to reach out and steady his trembling hands as you were driving, but you were afraid perhaps of how he might react. And yet, despite all of this, you thought he looked as beautiful as you had ever seen him.
You called his name, cautiously and quietly. He didn't respond. You tried once more and he didn't give any impression that he had heard you. You had to do something. Anything to get him out of this stupor. So, maybe when you thought Lemon wasn't listening and had fallen asleep in the back of the car, you had started going off on some tangent about having finally read some of the novels Tangerine kept on going on and on about.
You mentioned his favorites: Wuthering Heights, The Stranger, Fahrenheit 451... Because if there was anything you knew about Tangerine, it's that he was passionate about classics to the point that he even quoted and analyzed fucking Dostoveksy in the middle of a kill on multiple occasions. Maybe the fact that you and him were both quite the book nerds actually made him all the more attractive to you.
As you continued to ramble about the novels you had read that Tangerine was so passionate about, the air in the car grew thick with tension, the silence punctuated only by the steady hum of the engine.
You didn't dare look at him - part of you didn't really expect him to listen. So instead, you kept your gaze focused on the empty road ahead, hands gripping the steering wheel as you spoke.
"I finally got around to reading 'Fahrenheit 451, you know," you began, your voice soft and measured. "I have to say, I can see why you're so taken with it. It's simply written yet so applicable to modern society and the dangers of censorship. It truly makes one think about what it would mean to live in a world without literature."
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tangerine's head turn ever so slightly in your direction, his brow furrowed as if he were trying to process your words.
Emboldened by this flicker of response, you continued. "And I hadn't read The Stranger in a good while but it resonated with me particularly deeply this second time, Camus' exploration of existentialism and the human condition...I was drawn into Meursault's detached perspective, his ability to confront the harsh realities of life with such unflinching clarity."
A soft exhale, barely audible, escaped Tangerine's lips, and you felt your heart quicken its pace. You were reaching him, slowly but surely, pulling him back from the depths of whatever darkness had consumed him.
"But I think my favorite, at least so far, has to be Wuthering Heights," you continued, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
"The way Brontë captures the rawness of human emotion, the intensity of love and loss – it's truly remarkable. And the relationship between Cathy and Heathcliff - it's passionate," you said, your voice trailing off as you hesitated, the words catching in your throat. You could feel Tangerine's gaze on you, intense and searching, waiting for you to continue.
"Cathy and Heathcliff," you began again, your voice soft and contemplative. "They're... they're bound together by something... something powerful and all-consuming. Their love is - it's turbulent, chaotic, but it's also - undeniable."
This time, Tangerine's reaction was unmistakable. He turned his head fully towards you, his eyes seeking out yours, and in that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. His eyes were filled with an indescribable emotion and his whole focus was on you. You met his eyes only to avoid them.
"You read them," he murmured, his voice rough and laced with a hint of disbelief.
You nodded, finally allowing yourself to meet his gaze. "Of course I did," you replied, your tone gentle. "They're important to you, and I wanted to understand why."
Tangerine's eyes remained locked with yours, his gaze penetrating and unreadable. For a moment, he simply stared, seemingly struggling with the words that threatened to spill forth.
Finally, he spoke, Tangerine's tone measured but with the barest hint of softness bleeding through. "I didn't think you'd actually read them," he admitted, a crease forming between his brows. "Those books...they're important to me. More than just words on a page."
Tangerine turned away, his eyes focusing on some distant point beyond the windshield. You could see the muscle in his jaw tighten as he clenched his teeth. "I'm surprised you understood them so well," he murmured, the words seeming almost painful for him to voice.
There was a brief silence before Tangerine continued. "I've always had...difficulty...letting people in. Connecting on that deeper level." His fingers drummed against the door restlessly. "But you - you saw right through to the heart of those stories. You truly understood it."
Another pause, this one longer, more weighted. When Tangerine finally spoke again, his words were clipped, guarded - as if he were struggling to maintain that protective wall he'd carefully constructed around himself.
"Don't read too much into it though," he muttered gruffly, shifting in his seat. "They're just books in the end. It doesn't mean anything."
But his eyes told a different story as they flickered back towards you, full of unspoken longing and vulnerability he was so desperately trying to conceal. Your fingers on the steering wheel twitched, practically begging to reach to him, to take his hands in yours, to tell him that you understood. That he didn't have to keep up this facade around you.
For a fleeting second, you saw a glimpse of the real Tangerine - the one who lived and breathed those books, whose soul resonated with the turbulent depths of Heathcliff and Cathy's obsessive love. The one who felt everything so intensely that he was forced to cage those emotions, to push others away for fear of being consumed.
You opened your mouth to respond, but the moment passed as quickly as it came. Tangerine straightened, clearing his throat roughly as he turned his attention back towards the empty road ahead. His walls were firmly back in place, that flash of vulnerability carefully tucked away.
"Just drive, Peach," he muttered, his voice now flat and devoid of any trace of the rawness you had witnessed mere seconds ago. "We've got a long way to go still."
~
After that incident, you and him went back to quarreling as usual though it was less heated, more like playful teasing. And you could have sworn Tangerine had started looking at you differently. Sometimes you'd find him gazing at you for a few seconds too long and when you gave him a questioning look back, he avoided your eyes.
Maybe - just maybe - you weren't so immune to giving into the tension between the two of you either. When you tended to the cuts and bruises he accumulated during missions, your touches perhaps lingered a beat too long, savoring the warmth of his skin and the subtle catch of his breath.
And Tangerine, for all his gruffness, could not entirely mask the softening of his features when your gazes met and held for those endless seconds. The pink dusting his sharp cheekbones whenever you aimed a teasing barb his way hinted at vulnerabilities he struggled to conceal behind his prickly exterior.
The friction between the two of you had become undeniable. Every snide remark, every heated debate about classical literature, seemed laced with unresolved tensions that threatened to combust at any moment.
Perhaps it was reckless to allow these flames to be stoked, you mused as you studied Tangerine's profile while he bent over the mission briefing. But there was a thrill in dancing along the precipice, in pushing the limits of how far you could go before that line was finally crossed.
Lemon's knowing glances whenever he sensed the charged atmosphere only fanned the flames further. That grin curving his lips made it clear he found humor in bearing witness to the escalating heat between his two companions. If anyone recognized the forbidden yearnings you each harbored, it was him. And was eager, practically praying for the two of you to get your heads out of your asses and realize your feelings for one another. And that time would come.
~
The mission had gone sideways in the blink of an eye. One minute they were making their way through the compound, and the next, a hail of gunfire erupted from all angles.
Your heart stopped when the frantic voice crackled over the comms. "Fucking hell - Peach! Tangerine's been hit and he's losing blood!"
Lemon's panicked tones sent ice flooding your veins. You scrambled for the extraction vehicle, hands shaking as you attempted to program the coordinates for the rendezvous point. Bile rose in your throat at the thought of losing him...of losing Tangerine.
What felt like an eternity later, the doors burst open and Lemon staggered inside, half-carrying, half-dragging Tangerine's bloodied form. Your breath caught in your lungs at the sight - his pallid face, the crimson blossoming across his abdomen, soaking through the field dressings haphazardly applied.
"Oh god-" A garbled cry tore from your lips as you rushed forward, hands already working to strip away his tac gear.
Lemon made his way to the front of the vehicle as you were opening every med kit the back of the van contained for gauze and something to stop the blood. Lemon drove anxiously and way over the speed limit.
"Rheneas...you have to be Rheneas," he yelled, the words jumbled as he fought to remain calm. "Brave and resourceful, just like you. You can do this!"
You barely registered his nonsensical Thomas rambling as you focused on staunching the steady flow of blood. Observing the wound critically, you noticed that the bullet had gone straight through but shrapnel had been left behind. You had to start moving before Tangerine bled the fuck out.
Deep breaths, Peach.
“Tangerine,” you murmured, a quiver in your voice. He groaned in response but it seemed as though he was going in and out of consciousness. No. He would not die today.
You tried again, your voice more urgent, desperate, “Tangerine!”
Tangerine's harsh, wet breaths cut through the tense silence, each one a fight for life. His eyes fluttered open, fever-bright and struggling to focus on your face hovering above.
“I have to remove the shrapnel before I can stitch you up, alright? I need you to be strong for me.”
Your hand found Tangerine's, giving his calloused fingers a reassuring squeeze as you met his fever-glazed eyes. "I'm here, Tangerine. Just focus on me, okay?"
He managed the barest dip of his chin in acknowledgment, jaw locked tight against the waves of agony rippling through his battered frame. Steeling yourself, you grasped the forceps with a steadiness that belied the frantic gallop of your pulse.
"Deep breaths," you murmured, the desperation yet softness in your voice slipping out unbidden as your focus narrowed to a laser point.
With deft precision, you delved into the ragged bullet wound, probing for the fragmented pieces of shrapnel lodged amid the tattered flesh. A guttural groan tore from Tangerine's clenched teeth as you worked, his grip on your hand verging on crushing.
"That's it, just hold onto me," you coached, willing every ounce of strength into the man beneath your hands. "You're doing so well, Tangerine. I'm right here."
Tangerine's panting breaths had grown shallow and rapid, his eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of agony. You watched in rapt focus as a sheen of sweat bloomed across his brow, dampening the tawny strands that stuck in matted clumps to his ashen skin.
Then, with a final twist of the forceps, you carefully pulled free the last insidious fragment. Tangerine arched from the floor, a hoarse bellow tearing from his very core as he rode out the finality of the searing torment.
"Fuckin' hell!"
His hand clenched around yours with crushing force, fingertips digging desperately into your flesh as if you were his only tether in that moment of anguish.
"I've got you, I've got you," you found yourself chanting over the litany of his ragged gasps and Lemon's frantic reassurances over the comms. "You're okay, Tangerine. You're going to be okay."
At last, the tension bled from his corded frame as his body slumped back in total, wrecked exhaustion. His eyes slitted open, still burning with fever but now hazy with shock and blood loss. Tangerine's chapped lips parted soundlessly as his gaze found and locked onto yours with lazer-focus.
For an endless heartbeat, he simply held your stare, a thousand unspoken sentiments and emotions bleeding across the jagged planes of his face.
"Peach..."
The solitary word was little more than a broken rasp, rough and guttural. Yet it contained so much meaning - apologies and promises were woven into that single syllable that hung in the air between you.
Then Tangerine's eyes slipped shut once more as he surrendered at last to oblivion, his hand falling limp yet warm in your grasp. You stared at his deathly still features unblinking, his name echoing like a sacred prayer in your thundering pulse.
"Hang on, Tangerine," you pleaded, voice cracking as you rapidly worked the needle and thread through the ragged wound. "Please - please don't leave me."
Fumbling with the med kit, you quickly threaded a curved needle, hands surprisingly steady despite your inner turmoil. At the front of the vehicle, Lemon continued his soothing chants, something about diesel engines and Sir Topham Hatt, but the words were white noise in your ears. All that mattered was the fragile thread of life you fought so valiantly to preserve through each meticulous stitch. At last, the final knot was tied off and you sagged with sheer physical and emotional exhaustion.
Only then did your own harsh sobs spill forth, harsh and visceral. Burying your face in Tangerine's sweat-damp hair, you clung to him with everything you had, chest heaving with the force of your cries. Tears traced rivers down your cheeks, baptizing his skin with your anguished relief that he yet lived.
At some point Lemon appeared beside you, the door to the van wide open. His soothing hand smoothed circles across your shuddering back as you rode out the storm of emotion. His voice a soft murmur, words of solace about how you were Sir Handel, the reliable, brave-hearted one.
Somehow, Lemon had managed to coax you into helping him carry Tangerine into the safe house. How - you weren't sure because you were in quite a state. And despite Lemon's insistence upon you getting some rest, you swore that you wouldn't leave Tangerine's bedside until he woke up - at which Lemon gave a knowing glance.
At some point, utterly drained, you must have slipped into an exhausted slumber slumped at Tangerine's side. Because the next thing you were aware of was his calloused fingers brushing feather-light against your damp cheek.
You blinked awake groggily to find Tangerine's intense gaze drinking you in as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen. His split lips curved in the barest hint of a smile - tired yet impossibly tender.
And that was when the floodgates broke anew. With a harsh sob, you flung yourself against him, face buried in the solid warmth of his neck as you clung with fierce desperation. He was alive - he was alive and with you still.
Tangerine's strong arms enveloped you, holding you impossibly close as his injured body would allow. His lips brushed your hairline in a whisper of a kiss.
"I'm here, love," he rasped, the endearment somehow freighted with a thousand unspoken vows and emotions. "I'm right here. I won't leave you."
Tangerine cradled you against his chest, his fingers tenderly stroking the tear-streaked paths along your cheeks. Each brush of his fingertips was a reassuring caress, a silent vow that he was truly there - battered yet blessedly alive.
"Shh, it's alright now," he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion but impossibly gentle. "I've got ya."
You nodded tremulously against the solid warmth of his neck, inhaling the achingly familiar scent of gunpowder and sandalwood that was distinctly him. Tangerine's arms tightened fractionally, and you melted deeper into his embrace, drawing solace from the steady thrum of his heart against your cheek.
For a while, the rest of the world seemed to fade away until there was nothing but the rise and fall of his breaths, the reassuring metronome of life woven between your entangled forms.
When at last you drew back enough to meet his gaze, the corners of Tangerine's eyes had softened with an emotion you realized now you'd seen flickering there for longer than you cared to admit - a profound depth of feeling he'd never allowed himself to truly acknowledge until this moment.
His thumb traced the delicate curve of your lower lip with a touch so reverent it stole the very breath from your lungs. "You're something else, ya know that?" The words were little more than a hoarse rasp but held a world of unspoken meaning.
Unable to find your own voice past the tidal wave of emotion surging within, you simply leaned into his touch. This earned you the ghost of a smile, more felt than seen, as Tangerine's fingers slipped into the strands at your nape to cup your head with achingly tender possession.
Then, with agonizing slowness, he drew you towards him until your foreheads rested flush, sharing the same tremulous breaths in the scant space between your parted lips. His eyes slipped closed, seemingly savoring this suspended intimacy in which all masks had fallen away, leaving only the exquisite vulnerability of surrender.
"Tangerine..." you breathed his name like a prayer, pouring every ounce of yearning and relief into that solitary utterance.
His lashes fluttered open at the sound, eyes blazing with an intensity that seared straight through to your soul. Then, with the barest tilt of his head, Tangerine closed that last distance and sealed his mouth over yours in a kiss softer than down yet more searing than any brand.
The world around you seemed to come to a halt as you surrendered to the achingly sweet brush of his lips, to the unbearable tenderness of hands cradling you as if you were the most precious thing on Earth. This was a kiss transcending mere physical desire - it was an awakening, a benediction, a binding of your very essence in that single searing moment of connection.
When at last you parted, foreheads still pressed together, Tangerine's fingers traced idle patterns along the pulse point beneath your jaw in silent worship. His eyes shone with naked vulnerability and something deeper, more profound - the promise of an emotion that would be reckless for either of you to put a name to...not just yet.
But in that moment, no words were necessary. The simmering glances, the heated banter, the pushing of boundaries over the years...it had all led you both inexorably to this point of transcendence.
Lemon's soft chuckle from across the van was enough to shatter the spell momentarily. Catching your eye, he offered a warm, knowing smile - the expression of someone bearing witness to the inevitability that had been unfolding between you and Tangerine from that very first moment of friction.
"Took you two long enough," was all he said, but you heard the oceans of meaning in his affectionate tone.
You laughed wetly in response, reaching out a hand in a silent gesture of inclusion that had Lemon rising to join you both without hesitation. He sat beside you both, grinning as you rolled your eyes at him. Resting your head against Tangerine's shoulder, you allowed your eyes to drift closed in solemn contentment.
Lemon speaks up, a thoughtful expression upon his face, "You know I still think Tangerine's a Gordon - bossy and stubborn..."
Tangerine scowls at that, "I'll have ya know that I am nothing like that fucking cunt-"
"No - I think you are," you begin, smiling cheekily, and Tangerine looks at you, tired to be sure, but with narrowed eyes and slight amusement.
Tangerine opened his mouth, no doubt to protest your cheeky comparison, but you laid a finger across his lips, effectively silencing him.
"Just listen," you murmured, eyes sparkling with impish mirth. "Gordon may be pompous at times, but he's also powerful, regal, depended on by everyone on Sodor."
Sliding your hand to tenderly cup Tangerine's jaw, you held his inscrutable gaze as you continued. "You're our Gordon, Tangerine. Gruff and uncompromising on the outside, but with a core of integrity and fortitude that keeps us all pushing forward, no matter what."
Lemon nodded sagely beside you. "She's right, you know. Why d'you think I give you such a hard time?" He flashed that mischievous grin. "Got to keep that ego of yours in check."
Tangerine scoffed, but you caught the barely perceptible crinkling at the corners of his eyes - the ghost of a smile he couldn't quite suppress. Leaning in, you brushed the faintest whisper of a kiss across the corner of his mouth, savoring the rough rasp of his mustache.
"Don't worry, Mr. Gordon," you teased lowly. "We all know there's a big softy beneath that gruff exterior."
A low rumbling sound akin to a contented purr vibrated from deep within Tangerine's chest as he nuzzled his nose against your temple. "Keep that cheek up and you'll see just how soft I can be, darlin'."
The heated undertone in his gravelly timbre raised a delicious frisson along your skin. You bit your lip, holding back a breathless giggle at his not-so-thinly veiled innuendo.
"Well now, I do believe that's my cue to make myself scarce," Lemon piped up, winking broadly as he levered himself up with a dramatic groan. "You two kids have fun. But not too much fun - we've got that briefing at 19:00 sharp."
His departure was punctuated by a rude hand gesture from Tangerine, which only made Lemon's wheezing laughter echo more loudly. You watched him go with a fond shake of your head, savoring the warmth and levity he'd brought to the tender moment.
Then you turned your full attention back to Tangerine, trailing light fingertips along the stark lines and cuts that mapped his beloved face. His gaze caught and held yours, open and vulnerable in a way you'd never seen before - the mask utterly discarded.
"So...Mr. Gordon," you murmured, lips curving. "What shall we do while we've got some privacy?"
Tangerine's hand caressed your jaw, slowly bringing your foreheads together with unexpected gentleness. When at last he spoke, his deep baritone caressed your very soul.
"How about you tell me another story about your favorite trains? I could use a refresher on just why Gordon's supposed to be so bloody remarkable."
You laughed then, bright and unfettered, at the unexpected softness cloaking his rough-hewn edges. Throwing your arms around him, you held on tightly, your face in his neck, all awash with a sense of rightness and belonging that you'd struggled to find for far too long.
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❤️🔥" Please...I can make it up to you!" || Mike Schmidt x GN!AFAB! Reader
Contents: Whiny pathetic Mike, like seriously so pathetic, Sub! Mike, Gender neutral reader, reader has AFAB anatomy, impact play if you squint, choking, dacryphillia (kind of), degradation, reader receives oral, reader is really mean to Mike, cum in boxers, aftercare
Word count: 4013 Words
Summary: Reader confronts Mike about not being able to pay them, and he pleads with them to pay them a different way.
Smut under the cut !!! MINDORS DNI!!!
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It was quiet and dark in the house, the air still and cold. The only source of light in the entire house was coming from the silent T.V. which was playing a random sitcom. Laying down on the couch in front of the TV was Y/N, sound asleep and shivering slightly from the cold air. Their blanket had fallen onto the ground a while ago, leaving the poor thing shivering in their sleep. Soon enough the silence of the house was interrupted by the door slamming open.
Loud footsteps echoed through the house, and the sound of keys loudly hitting the table caused Y/N the jolt awake, head lifting from the couch cushions in pure confusion. "Hello??" They called out groggily, blinking a few times and looking at the dark figure standing in the kitchen. The figure muttered something that Y/N couldn't quite hear, causing them to sit up in an attempt to get a better look. "Mike?" They called out, their eyes slowly recognizing the shadowy figure that was standing in the kitchen.
"Yeah, it's me, Y/N.." Mike muttered softly, rubbing his temples and flicking a switch on in the kitchen, his figure now becoming illuminated by the yellowish light of the kitchen.
Y/N swiveled their head to look at the clock that was sitting on the side table. '4:17' "Why are you back so early? Don't you get off at six?" They asked, standing up and stretching slowly, fixing their shirt that had pulled up slightly. "You didn't get fired again, did you?" They asked, having genuine concern in their voice as they made their way over to him.
Mike shook his head, turning around and watching as Y/N made their way over to him. His eyes traced their body, admiring their figure...the way their hips swayed so gently with every step drove him just a little bit insane. He bit harshly on his bottom lip for a moment, drawing in a long, shaky breath. "No, I didn't get fired...I was just...sick of being there. " He tried to explain.
"Sick of being there? Michael..." they began, sounding disappointed, "You can't just leave your job in the middle of your shift simply because you're bored...it's that kind of behavior that will get you fired. " They spoke, standing close to the man, obviously annoyed with his excuse. "I mean seriously, you already can't afford to pay me. I can't imagine you can afford to be completely without a babysitter for Abby. "
Those words caused a bit of panic to spread throughout Mike's body, his eyes simply widening. "You- you wouldn't leave me, would you? " He asked, nervous that Y/Ns words weren't just an empty threat.
"Why should I stay? You can't pay me...and it seems as if you aren't even trying to keep this job. You act as if you're putting in so much effort...but where's the proof? You'd be in danger of getting evicted if you weren't living in your parent's house. Seriously Mike, you're so pathetic, it's annoying. "
Mike swallowed hard, wanting to retort, but he knew that what they were saying was true. He was pathetic. Why should they stay? They have so much potential, so why were they even bothering to stick around? It obviously wasn't because of anything that Michael brought to the table, so why even stay? The man grew close to tears, not wanting Y/N to leave him like all others had. The night guard had become attached to Abby's babysitter, and it was clear that they were one of his many, many weaknesses.
"See, you can't even say anything in return. It's pathetic - you're pathetic, Mike. I'm going home, call me when you can pay me. " Y/N said with a bit of disdain in their voice. They turned away from him, about to walk away before they felt a calloused hand tightly grip their wrist.
"D-don't leave me...please?" Mike whispered, looking up at Y/N through teary eyes, his lips turned downwards in a pout. "I promise I'll be better, I promise!" He whined out, desperation of some kind lacing each one of his words. Once Y/N had turned to face him again, he sunk to his knees, hands clasping together in front of his chest. "please, Y/N, I can make it up to you!" He pleaded, tears threatening to spill past the threshold.
Y/N sighed and watched as Mike sunk to his knees in front of them. Their breath got caught in their throat for a moment as the view in front of them was truly delectable. Such a weak and pathetic man, on his knees, whimpering and pleading for them to show him any mercy, on the verge of actual tears, all because of them. They released the breath they were holding, staring down at him, making sure that their face remained still and showed no sign of emotion. "make it up to me? How could you possibly make it up to me? Hmm? You're weak, Mike. You're practically a bug beneath my boot at this point, and here you are, begging me to not squish you. Tell me, why shouldn't I step on you, crush you beneath my boot?"
A shiver was sent down Mike's spine at Y/Ns mean, calloused words. As harsh as they were, it made him feel...good to be called weak by someone so powerful. "I-I don't know...all I know is that I can make it up to you! " He cried out, breath heavy with desperation. "Please...I can make it up to you.." he begged them. Soon enough he blinked, causing tears to roll down his cheeks, which made a smirk form on Y/N's face.
" Ugh, fine. You're so annoying, you know that?" They spat, scoffing at his pathetic words and actions. One hand grabbed his chin harshly, angling his face upwards, "If you want to please me so bad, then you'll listen to every word I have to say, understood? Not once will you disobey me, not a single muscle out of line, got it?" They spoke with a dangerous tone, eyes filled with something equally as dangerous.
The brunette was now shaking, bottom lip quivering as tears continued to spill from his glossy eyes. "I-I understand! Just please...let me make it up to you.." he whined out, inching closer to the person towering above him. He placed his hands on their hips, thumbs resting right in the dips, yet his actions were met with a slap to the face.
"Did I say that you could touch me? " Y/N asked, smirking at the sight of a red mark left on the man's face. Mike instantly retracted his hands, rubbing his cheek with one hand, obviously surprised by the sudden harsh action. "And that was me being nice...you pathetic little.." they trailed off, hand tangling itself in his hair. They tugged harshly on the curly brown locks, giving a scoff as the man rolled his eyes back at the feeling. "you're so desperate, it's disgusting."
Mike's lips parted slightly as his head was tugged backward, face turning a deep red. He felt so embarrassed and humiliated, but god if that wasn't turning him on. He squirmed uncomfortably on the ground, feeling his pants grow a little too tight. His tongue darted out, glossy spit coating his lips, making him look like such a pathetic little whore. "M'sorry" he mumbled out, chest tensing slightly.
He was becoming so desperate for any form of friction that he bucked his hips against nothing, eliciting a mocking laugh from Y/N. "Desperate little slut, seriously it's sickening how desperate you've become, I haven't even touched you yet. Not that you deserve to be touched by me. " They spoke harshly, pulling his head back once again before letting go of his hair. "I'm not even sure if you deserve to touch me...maybe I should just make you watch. " A cocky smirk spread across their face as Mike gave a desperate little plea, his eyes generating more tears.
"Oh please, I'll be your good boy, please just let me touch you!" He sobbed out, more pathetic little tears falling from his eyes. Their hand on his chin traveled down, soft fingers harshly wrapping around his neck and squeezing the sides, eliciting an erotic and truly pathetic moan from the man on his knees. A little bit of drool slipped past his lips, mixing with the tears on his neck. "please.." he panted out, staring up at Y/N with glossy eyes.
Y/N thought about it for a moment, licking their bottom lip in thought before they shrugged. " I mean...I guess I can use your pathetic self for my pleasure...your mouth can't be entirely useless, right?"
Mike nodded his head feverishly, hands balling up into fists desperately. He craved to feel their skin, to run his hands up and down their body, caress everything he could. He needed to be useful to them, to be used by them. He would do anything for them as long as it meant he was making them feel good. All he wanted was to be the only one to make them feel good. He whined softly as their hand left his neck, missing the tight grasp. "C'mon, whore. " They purred, dragging him up off the floor by his hair, making him whine out.
They walked over to the couch, Mike following behind like a lost puppy, eager to follow whatever commands came out of their mouth. They laid down on the couch, head against one of the armrests as they slowly signaled for Mike to come to them. Mike, who was admittedly a little too excited, stumbled over his own two feet as he made his way to the couch, crawling on top of Y/N, shuddering as their hand wrapped around his neck once again. "good boy...looks like you do know how to follow directions.." they whispered before they pulled him close, pressing their lips against his.
The kiss was desperate and full of fiery passion, from both sides. Mike was whimpering and moaning into the kiss, holding himself up with his hands, which he was frustrated by. He so badly wanted to just let his hands roam their body, but he couldn't. Mike had fallen so deep in the kiss that he began grinding his hips against Y/N's, the friction causing him to give out shaky and breathless moans into the kiss. Their grip on his neck tightened a bit as they pulled away from the kiss, anger evident on their face. "just as I was praising you for being such a good boy...you have to turn around and disobey me? It's like you don't even want to touch me..."
Mike's hips stuttered to a stop, eyes watering once again. "No no no! I didn't mean it...I promise I didn't mean it! Please let me touch you... please! I can make you feel so good, Y/N please..." He begged out breathlessly, eyes full of desperation.
"Oh my god, shut up. " They hissed at him, shoving his head down their body, so that soon he was nestled between their legs, just a few layers of fabric keeping him from what he so desperately needed. "you are so fucking annoying, seriously. All you do is whine and beg..like god, could you be any more of a desperate, pathetic whore? This is your last chance. Prove that your mouth is useful for something other than whining like a little bitch, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum tonight. " They sneered, letting go of his head.
The security guard gulped, nodding silently, afraid that any more talking would lead to him being left to solve his issue by himself. He began to fumble with their pants, struggling with their button for a moment, which elicited an annoyed whine from him before he finally got their pants undone.
His fingers hooked under both waistbands and pulled them down, shimmying them off their legs and tossing them somewhere into the house. Once again he nestled himself between their legs, an eager whine escaping his lips once he locked eyes with their cunt, wet with desire.
"Holy...fuck.." he whined out, licking his lips as he took in the sight. His hands gripped at their thighs, pulling their arousal close to his face. He licked a stripe from their hole up to their sensitive bundle of nerves, letting out a breathy moan at the taste. "Been keeping this from me..for so long..." He muttered softly, letting his mouth dip back down, once again meeting with their sensitive clit.
His tongue swirled around the nub, pulling soft moans out of their mouth, which their hand promptly covered. They knew Abby was dead asleep but still didn't want to risk it. His tongue flicked up and down, mouth beginning to gently suck on their clit. Their free hand traveled down and became tangled in his messy, curly hair, pushing him further against their needy cunt. He moaned in content, bringing a hand up and quickly replacing his tongue with the rough pad of his thumb, rubbing in quick and rough circles.
His mouth traveled down their wet slit, prodding at their entrance for a moment before sliding inside, causing Y/N to tug roughly at his hair, hips bucking up against his face. They began to grind against his face as he ate them out like they were his very last meal, the foul sounds his mouth was making mixing with the muffled moans of Y/N, who was already on the verge of cumming, but they wanted to make Mike work a little more for it.
He moves back up, mouth once again pressing gentle yet sloppy kisses to their clit, hand traveling down as he pressed two fingers to their entrance. He slipped his fingers into them, feeling his pants tighten just a little bit more once he felt them wrapped around his fingers. Without hesitation, Mike began to thrust and curl his fingers deep inside Y/N, reveling in the delicious wet sounds their desperate pussy made. Their moans only got louder, causing them to bite down on their hand, thighs beginning to tremble. "please, Y/N...cum for me.." he begged, wanting his fingers to be coated in their juices.
After a few more thrusts of his fingers, Y/Ns mouth fell agape, silent screams falling from their lips as their back arched off the couch, simply coming undone on his fingers. They were shaking, breathing heavily, and shaky. The smile he made when they finally came for him was precious, he looked so proud of himself for being able to make someone like Y/N cum that hard. He made sure to fuck them thoroughly through their orgasm, pulling his fingers out when they were done riding out their high. Without hesitation he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, shuddering that the taste of their cum against his tongue.
He looked up at them expectantly, after all, he had been a very good boy for them and showed that his mouth was useful for something other than whining and complaining. His big brown eyes were clouded over with lust, teeth capturing his bottom lip. His hands went to rest on their thighs, just wanting to massage their soft skin. Y/N looked down at him and just gave a soft smile, hand starting to mess with his hair. "you look like you want something, pretty boy. Well cmon, use your words, tell me what you want. " They spoke softly, in a very teasing manner.
"Please, I need to cum. My pants are so tight...it hurts!" He whined out, his eyes glossing over with tears once again.
"god, you are so whiny..." They muttered softly, hand sliding down and cupping his face gently. "But you did show me that your mouth can be..very very useful. I guess that means...you can cum. " They spoke softly, shaking their head in disbelief at how desperate he still was. "you really are nothing but a little whore, huh?" They asked with amusement.
"M'your desperate little whore.." he whispered out, his pathetic brown eyes staring up at them, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth once again.
"Pants off, c'mon. " They muttered softly as they sat up, looking at him. Mike scrambled to stand up, heavy hands messing with his belt buckle before he finally managed to slip his pants down around his ankles, and now Y/N could get a good look at him. There was a small damp spot on his boxers from where the head of his cock leaked precum, and a triumphant smirk spread across their face at the sight of the outline of his cock. It was straining against the light fabric of his boxers, desperate to be free. Mike looked at them, his eyes asking for permission to remove his boxers, but all he was met with was a shake of their head. "No, I'm going to make you cum all over the inside of your boxers, feel grateful I at least had the courtesy to let you take your pants off. "
He whimpered, his eyes watering once again, god he was so whiny and pathetic. "i-i can't fuck you?" He asked, sadly tilting his head to the side, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
Y/N laughed harshly, shaking their head in disbelief. "Do you seriously think that you've earned that? Do you think that you've been good enough? It's good to know you're pathetic and dumb. " They spoke, a devilish glint in their eyes. "now apologize for asking such a stupid question." They commanded, their gaze making it clear that if he didn't apologize, they would just leave him like that.
Mike shifted his weight, giving a soft, high-pitched whine of annoyance. He knew deep down that he didn't deserve it, but god part of him still hoped that maybe, just maybe, they would feel a small amount of pity for him. But no, they were ruthless, denying him of burying himself deep in their pussy. He stomped his foot a little bit, watching as Y/N raised a brow, an amused laugh escaping their lips. "fine then, I'll just leave. " They said, standing up, and giving him a dangerous look.
As soon as Y/N stood up, Mike panicked, "No no no.. M'sorry! I'm sorry for asking such a stupid question...please, I need you.." he gasped out, his cock twitching in his boxers. "I promise I'll be good for you...please. " he squirmed uncomfortably under their gaze, eyes watching closely as they sunk back down onto the couch.
"Fine. C'mere. " They said, annoyance lacing their voice as they leaned up against the armrest, spreading their legs so Mike could sit between them. He sat down, leaning his back against their chest, wiggling around for a second trying to get comfortable. "Knock that off. " They growled into his ear, smacking his thigh.
Instantly, he stilled his movements, hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. Y/N's hands trailed down his sides, lightly teasing the bare skin, nails leaving faint marks on his side. His breathing hitched, eyes watching intensely as their hands made their way down to his cloaked cock. Their thumb slipped under the waistband of the checkered fabric, pulling on it gently before letting go. He gave a little whine before quickly quieting himself, not wanting to lose the chance to cum that he was about to get.
Y/N's hand slid further down, soon cupping the outline of his hardened cock, making him draw in a sharp breath. They gently squeezed, Mike taking his bottom lip between his teeth to quiet himself. Slowly, they began to rub his bulge through the soft fabric of his boxers, occasionally squeezing. Soft whines began to fall from Mike's lips, which only prompted him to bite his lip harder. " Y/N...can you go faster, please?" he asked so quietly that they could barely hear what he said.
The cocky smirk on their face widened at the soft plead, "I'm sorry, what was that? You need to speak up...tell me what you want me to do to you like a good boy would. " They said mockingly.
"Oh god please Y/N please please please go faster...it feels so good but I need it to be faster, please..." A particularly rough squeeze pulled a harsh gasp from his throat, hips bucking up into their hand. "I-I I'm sorry, I just need you so bad, Y/N..." He quickly apologized for bucking his hips, which made Y/N smile proudly.
"Such a good boy, you already know that that was wrong...Well, because you're being so good, I guess I'll speed up." Y/N said softly as they began to rub his bulge faster, applying more pressure. As they continued to get him off through his boxers, one of Mike's hands shot up to mute his moans which were growing in volume.
After a bit his moans got higher-pitched and his breathing increased in pace, stomach tightening and thighs trembling. "can I cum?" he asked in a pathetic little whine, head tilting back as his eyes tightly screwed shut.
"Yeah, you stupid little slut, you can cum. Go on, make a mess in your boxers like the pathetic little whore you are. "
With that final command, Mike let out a muffled yelp as he came undone in his boxers, thick ropes of cum painting the inside of the checkered print, a wet spot forming on the outside. He panted heavily, his entire body shaking. "Thank you...oh god thank you..." he whispered, leaning against them and just absorbing their warmth.
Y/N smiled softly and kissed the top of Mike's head, their demeanor changing completely. "You're welcome, sweetheart," they spoke softly, rubbing his thigh gently. "Let's go get you cleaned up, and those boxers in the wash, that shit can stain like no one's business." They said with a joking smile, standing up and extending their hand. He grabbed it and stood up, with their help, his legs shaking softly from having just come moments ago.
He looked at them with a slightly perplexed look, "You aren't just going to leave?" He asked softly, following them to the bathroom that was down the hall.
Y/N paused and turned, looking at Mike with some concern in their expression. "Of course not, Mike. Look I know I was mean during all of that, but it seemed that you enjoyed it. But that ended, and I can't just leave you in that headspace. I genuinely care about you, and I want to show you that by cleaning you up, getting you some water, and making sure you get all the aftercare you need, after all, aftercare is the most important step when it comes to sex, especially rough sex. Now come on, let's get you all leaned up, okay?"
Mike smiled, looking at them with a grateful expression on his face, "That sounds good, yeah." he spoke as he followed him the rest of the way to the bathroom. When they finally got to the bathroom, he stopped and grabbed their hand. "Hey, Y/N, can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice a little shaky, as he was scared that they would decline his simple wish.
They smiled and cupped his face with one hand, rubbing his cheek with their thumb, "Of course, baby," they said with a smile before leaning in and gently connecting their lips.
The kiss was like nothing Mike had ever experienced before. It was soft and gently, with genuine care behind it. Y/N's lips were soft and fit perfectly against his own. After he pulled away he couldn't help but explode into a joyous smile, " Thank you for that, Y/N" he said as he nuzzled into their hand that was cupping his cheek.
"You're welcome, Mike. You're so very welcome. Now, let's get you cleaned up before that all dries down and it becomes difficult to get off. "
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might i request some jacaerys (our beloved) where jacaerys is made to attend aemond's betrothal party (i don't know how to explain it but like one of those things where the lord's take their unwed daughters to suggest them as a betrothal, please dm if it's confusing I AM VERY BAD WITH WORDS HELP) because you know public united front but maybe someone pulls a prank (lucerys perhaps? trying to make this fit logistically 👀) and blames it on jacaerys so he's just bumbling through before ducking under a table to hide and meets this lady who is trying desperately not to get married and is hiding? THANK YOU FOR CONSIDERING MY ANGEL <333 (sorry if this got too long my love <3)
She’s resplandent, so confident
∴pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader
∴warnings a note: no one, just fluffy. I made some changes in your request to make the story more dinamic. 1,2k words.
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Courtesy was one of the qualities shared between Prince Jacaerys and you, both externally honored with the suitors presented during Prince Aemond's engagement, but dissatisfied under the kind and grateful banner. In comparison, perhaps your case was worse than the heir of Rhaenyra Targaryen, since your lord father was basically accepting any agreement by your hand, not caring about a suitable age group of the other gentlemen. It was terrifying to sustain a false smile while feeling totally humiliated at that table, so, requesting permission to have some air before another gentleman introduces himself, you were released from your obligations to pick up one of the delights arranged on the desserts table.
So, you saw from afar a lord bearing a silver and blue coat, old enough to be your grandfather presenting himself to your father. For the seven!
Your legs were agile when you sneaked quickly trying to hide, taking advantage of the fact that some tables were empty and the attention was on the dance between the betrotheds (a surprise to see the one-eyed prince being a dancer peculiarly... bold), you hid with a slice of cake under a distant table graced by a black towel that covered it from end to end.
On the other side of the hall, Jacaerys Velaryon enchanted ladies of all ages with his charm and education, a true prince beyond the title. He was aware of his duties and knew that he needed to get married soon and have heirs, and he also couldn’t deny that a part of him was satisfied with the attention received, it was reassuring, in fact, to know that the rumors about his paternity weren’t a hindrance for the butterflies to approach. But at that moment he just needed to rest his lips after kissing so many hands in a short time. And then, approaching the dessert table, he heard a distant sneeze. Strange, there was no one in the direction of the noise. Seconds were spent looking carefully in the same direction, until another sneeze intrigued him sharply and made him go to the source of the noise. It couldn't be...
“My lady? What's going on?" He asked as he stared at your wide eyes.
"My prince!" Your exclamation was low, although scared. "Don't tell anyone, please!"
Jace quickly looked around so as not to draw attention. "Why are you hiding? Did something happen?"
"I cannot say."
"Why?"
"I cannot say! Just... leave me here." You retreated further into the table.
Amazed by the nature of the situation, the prince imitated your condition and infiltrated under the table, to your surprise and horror. "My prince, you don't have to," you whispered.
He felt he needed it, all of a sudden. "Did anyone hurt you, my lady?"
"No, no one hurt me.” Not physically, but you felt hurt and emotionally disgusted.
"Then why are you hiding? I can try to solve it, if you allow me to-"
"It's nothing, my prince, you don't have to worry," you replied, making an upset pout.
He copied your pout, looking at you carefully. Clearly questioning in the traditional way would not work, so Jace opted for a different approach.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to pressure you. We have not yet been properly introduced, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon,” he raised his hand towards you, “honored to meet you.”
You couldn't believe that Princess Rhaenyra's son was formally introducing himself under a table because of you, seven hells, what a scandal! You presentation yourseld in a low voice, uncertain and worried about what was happening because of your.
"I don't think this is appropriate, my prince, you shouldn't be in this situation," he added.
"Neither do you, my lady, but here we are," he said, "and I would really like to know what happened to make you be here and I don't intend to leave here until I understand.
Oh dear.
"Nothing happened, it's just... my lord father and my lady mother are looking for a betrothed for me, and I just wanted some time to stretch my legs," you started, "and, a lord approached our table just now... an older lord, much older than me, and I panicked."
His mouth opened subtly. "Well... uh... I believe that your father wouldn’t accept, if that is the intention, a marriage between the two of you," he said uncertainly, seeking to reassure you with what he thought was plausible.
“My father would change me for a herd of goats, if I were favorable,” you replied bitterly, looking down.
The confusion and shock were even more evident on Velaryon's beautiful face when he heard that words. Such a fate seemed too horrifying, however, common for some ladies, unfortunately.
"My lady, I..." he stuttered a little, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say."
"I know, it's okay."
Your weak voice denounced the opposite. Although it had been prepared for the situation, the choice of suitors had not been satisfactory, especially the last one. This was a situation that Jacaerys would not need to go through, since his mother was more flexible about it, however, it did not stop him from helping a lady as adorable as you.
"I have an idea. What if I showed up in your company? Maybe it could be a temporary distraction to your father."
Temporary, well-used term.
“It can work at the moment,” you said, maybe you can save time to find a better suitor. "Maybe... if you, my prince, could grant me a dance, so he can see."
"Well, I should have made that invitation, forgive me for being so slow," he joked, "but yes, I would be able to dance with you, my lady."
He smiled sweetly; soft brown eyes shining towards him, oh, how beautiful and kind he was! A real delight!
You replicated Prince Velaryon's smile and waited for him while analyzing the movement to leave the table without being noticed, however, at the same moment that Jace lifted the towel, Prince Lucerys widened his expressive eyes with the image.
“It's not what you're thinking,” Jacaerys seriously warned him. The heir of Driftmark quietly nodded in confusion, looking at the rest of the hall. "Are there many people close?" Jace whispered.
“No,” Luke imitated his brother's tone, watching him come out from under the table.
You wanted to sink on the ground with the astonished look of young Velaryon on your shrunken figure below waiting for the endorsement of Prince Jacaerys to leave.
"Don't tell that to anyone," he said to dear Lucerys, "let's go, my lady," he raises his arm to lead you to the salon, "where is your lotf father?" He whispered.
"A little further to the right, my prince."
Without looking directly at your family and the old lord who presented himself as a suitor to your hand, you positioned yourself in the hall together with the prince, receiving attentive looks from some ladies, the royal family and your own family. So far neither of you has chosen partners for a dance, so the whole situation was seen as suggestive for Rhaenyra Targaryen and a real dream for your mother, who didn’t bother to hide the surprise when contemplating the scene. "It's Prince Jacaerys!" She murmured to your father, who only expanded his eyes in interest, to the misfortune of the old lord.
“Call me Jace,” he smiled toothlessly at you, making your body tingle in response.
"You honor me, my- Jace, thank you for doing this."
"You're welcome, my lady.”
When the music started, another dragon danced happily with a butterfly that would come to be known as his future betrothed.
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Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]
He knows he promised Robin he wouldn't smoke anymore, but honestly, he thinks he's earned this one. Saving Eddie from his stupidity had been a full time job that still amounted to Steve getting a repeat chow down from the goddamn bats. Not that Eddie made it out much better, but fuck, if Steve hadn't been here to keep Eddie in the trailer for the extra five minutes, all of Eddie would look like hamburger instead of his sides looking like steak (all of those five minutes spent fucking wrestling each other while Dustin kept screaming at him to stop Eddie, don't you fucking dare let him out that door, Steve).
Not that Eddie had won the wrestling match, Steve wasn't joking when he said he knew Eddie wouldn't be able to overpower him. Instead, Eddie'd given up, rag-dolled in Steve's grip with a quiet sob.
"Steve, I have to. I have to make sure they have enough time. That's my uncle!"
And yeah, Steve was surprised to learn Wayne isn't his dad, but that took a backseat to the new issue wiggling its way into his brain. Vecna had taken Chrissy. Had threaten to add Gareth to that list. The fear of losing the only family you have... "Fine. But we go together. A loop around the park and back here. I swear to God, Munson, if you get us killed, I'm ruining your afterlife."
"What!? Steve, no! Steve!" Dustin screams above them.
"As if we'd end up in the same afterlife," Eddie had huffed.
And it had worked well, until the end there. Eddie went down, tripped over a dropped bike just yards from the front door of his home, and Steve couldn't leave him there to become bat dinner. They'd held their own, barely, and then the bats had started dropping.
They'd exchanged startled looks before bursting into hysterical laughter of relief that only slowed when Dustin came busting through door, screaming at them some more.
So, yes, Steve earned this cigarette, which Eddie had climbed the sheets to fetch a pack from the stash in his room. He'd offered to bring a joint back if Steve wanted but he'd declined that, citing Dustin as his excuse. He doesn't feel like having to explain why he doesn't get high anymore, especially since he used to be a frequent customer back in the day. Goddamn Russians under Starcourt.
Eddie and he sit on the porch, side by side, and watch the horizon for any sign of Wayne, Robin, or Nancy.
The monster falls from the attic, and they all advance to look down at the smoldering body. "You girls go down and confirm he's dead."
"Yes sir," Nancy says while he hears Robin mutter, "confirm!?"
He waits for the girls to be down the stairs before he draws his pistol and takes aim. The burning has slowed, and with as much buckshot is in the bastard, he should be dead. But Wayne follows his training anyway. He takes aim, and fires three shots in a row. The first lands next to Vecna's head, and he sees the body startle, but the next two land true, and there's no movement after that.
The girls appear soon after and he watches as Nancy pulls his matching pistol out with no hesitation and doesn't even flinch as she fires point blank.
Well, he's certainly dead now.
Wayne joins them shortly. Vecna's dead, for sure, but the girls hesitate. "What's wrong?"
"It always comes back," Nancy says, "I just. What if it's not done? What if Vecna wasn't the source? If there is something worse out there? What if he's just faking it?"
"Whoa," Robin says, placing a hand on Nancy's arm slowly, both girls tracking the movement, like Nancy's a wild animal. "I am the one who freaks out like this, so you can't be doing that, because then what will I do?"
That gets a laugh out of Nancy. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."
"What'll make you feel better about this situation?" Wayne asks.
"I don't... How do we know he's dead?" Nancy replies.
"Well, he's a man, ain't he? Magic or not, ain't no man survivin' what we just did to him."
"Sure, he was a guy once but now he's. Look at him!" Robin flaps a hand in the direction of the body without looking at it.
Wayne does look down at him. He doesn't much resemble any person Wayne's used to seeing, but he's distinctly human. Still, the girl's going to worry. "Right. Well, someone give me a hatchet. I'll remove his head."
Robin reaches for her hatchet, the one Steve gave her, but something predatory reflects in Nancy's eyes and she reaches for the hatchet first.
"I'll do it," Wayne says, "you shouldn't have to. You already killed 'im."
Nancy just looks at him. The girl looking back isn't a girl anymore. She looks as hardened and haunted as any other vet he knows. "I got this."
Wayne reaches for Robin instead, pulling her into him so she doesn't watch. He does, though. Watches as Nancy raises the hatchet up and brings it down on Vecna's skull with a scream filled with grief and anguish and repeats that process again and again and again.
The ambulance doesn't have room for all of them, so Lucas, and Max shuffle into the back of Chief Powell's police car. Erica climbs into the ambulance with Gareth in it. Lucas doesn't know what Gareth did to earn Erica's loyalty and worry in such a short amount of time but he also isn't thinking too hard about it.
Chief Powell follows the ambulances to the hospital. Ambulances because there is one for Gareth, and one for Jason Carver.
Jason. Who had shown up with a gun and pointed it at him. Gareth, who'd taken that shot instead and-
"Hey," Max says in a whisper, squeezing his hand hard, pulling him from his own mind. "Hey. They said you did good. That you bought Gareth time. Like... like, hopefully, we did. For..."
"We had to of. It can't be for nothing," Lucas whispers back.
They arrive at the hospital, where Erica and Max are given a look over, since Erica was tackled by a boy twice her size and Max was limping down the stairs after the paramedics. Erica has a scrape on her arm where she landed on a rock, and Max's ankle is sprained, but otherwise they're fine.
They get shuffled into the waiting room, where Chief Powell stands guard while their parents are on the way to collect them. They do get left to themselves, so they brave talking in public.
"El was there," Max confesses, voice low. "She found me and was fighting him. I don't know if she got to finish him. Or if they did."
"I don't like not knowing," Lucas says.
"They had help," Erica says, causing Max and Lucas to whip their heads to her. "I followed Gareth to the payphone. He wasn't calling his mom. He called Eddie's uncle instead. Said he could help them."
"He what?"
"Shhh!" Erica shushes him, looking around the empty waiting room before leveling a glare at him. "I know, okay. But Steve's not a real adult and we needed a real adult."
"Steve's a real adult."
"Sure," Erica agrees, using the tone that Lucas knows means she doesn't agree. "He's also the guy that sacrificed himself to the Russians and had to be saved by Dustin and me, and it hasn't even been a full year since then. So, hopefully having a real adult made him not take stupid risks."
"Well, we'll just have to wait to find out," Max says, then adds, "do you think Chief Powell will let me go with you guys when my mom doesn't show up?"
Gareth is released from the hospital into his parent's custody two days after getting shot. He is a little surprised the hospital stay was so short -he was fucking shot- but with no organs hit, Gareth was released after minor surgery to remove the bullet and a full day of monitoring him.
It's been a whirlwind. Police wanting statements, and his parents screaming at the police every time they show up to get those statements, that they're pressing charges on Jason as soon as possible. (Which might not happen, because Jason hasn't woken up yet.) The kids come in and out, and he gets to learn that the only person dead in the Upside Down is Vecna. Robin looks very haunted as she says it, but he can imagine that killing a telekinetic wizard is a haunting ordeal.
Steve makes an appearance at his beside and lies to his parents, claims he was out of town and got back to hear the messages on the machine too late for Chrissy's funeral but just in time to hear about Gareth getting shot. Gareth lets him have the lie. How can he explain to his parents that Steve wasn't at the funeral because he was too busy hunting down Chrissy's real killer?
Before he leaves, he asks if Gareth wants to come over, once he's well enough to.
It takes Gareth three more days from his hospital release before his parents agree to drop him off at Steve's. They're worried for both him and Steve. They know there's been a rift in their friendship, and his mom sniffles when she says she's so sad that it took Chrissy's death to reunite them again.
He's not going to say it out loud, but Gareth's sad about it, too.
His dad doesn't walk him to the front door but it's a near thing. He does sit in the driveway until Steve answers the door and gives him a wave. Even then, Gareth doesn't hear the car leaving until he's beyond the threshold of Steve's house.
Steve lets him sit on the couch before apologies and explanations start pouring from him.
"Gareth, I'm so fucking sorry. For everything. For pulling away, and staying away, and also for ever agreeing to act like we weren't cousins to begin with. I should-"
"Steve, shut the fuck up."
And Steve does. Blinks at him, surprised.
"I don't care. None of that matters. You were- fuck, how long have you known about this? About monsters and shit?"
"Since, uh, since '83. With Will Byers and Ba-Barb Holland... They weren't just missing."
"Was that... related to the other dimension?"
"Yeah. A demogorgon took 'em. Will got away. Barb didn't."
"And it's been like... a yearly thing?"
"Yeah. I didn't want you or Chrissy involved, and look what good that did."
"Dude, I'm involved because of Eddie. I didn't go looking for you."
"Chrissy's dead because of me!" Steve shouts, "I pulled away! And we- I tried to reconnect and it wasn't enough. Chrissy was struggling and she didn't tell me."
"She didn't tell me, either," Gareth says, voice quiet and even. "Is it my fault she's dead, too?"
"What? No, of course not."
"We reconnected. Last year," Gareth confesses. "Hung out every weekend until she got with Jason. Then it was less, once a month about. But we talked, were friendly. And she didn't tell me what was bothering her. It's not your fault any more than mine."
Steve's pinched face says how much he wants to argue, and because he's Steve, he opens his mouth and argues verbally, too, "I knew about the Upside Down! I should have told you guys. Warned you about it!"
"Dustin said you guys didn't know Vecna existed until this year. What would you have warned about? The Demogorgon I've heard about but never saw?"
"Well, they were in Russia this time, apparently, so-"
"What do you mean they were in Russia!?"
"Oh, uh, not important right now. But. I just..." Steve huffs and deflates against the couch. "I thought I was doing the right thing. For you, and for Chrissy. By keeping you at arm's length. Pretending I didn't know either of you. And then it wasn't pretend! I don't know you, not anymore. But I... You got hurt anyway. And- and Vecna had said- Fuck!"
Gareth blinks at him. "Hey. You did your best. We were safe for years, and it's. This situation is shit, and fuck, we'll miss Chrissy the rest of our lives, but she'd want us to keep living, right? Even if you think you didn't know her anymore, you have to know that. So, fuck whatever Vecna told you in your head. Whatever it was, it's not true."
And that. That makes Steve sob. A full, loud, choked noise before he curls in on himself, shaking his head. "It is true. He said- he made all of you say- and it's true but the truth is-isn't e-even the worst of it."
Gareth scooches down the couch to rub awkwardly on Steve's back. "Um. It's. He lies, right? Twists things in your mind to make them worse. That's what Max said wh-"
The mention of Max brings out a whole other sad, wailing noise from Steve and Gareth is not equipped to handle this. He needs Robin. Or Dustin. "Hey, hey. It's okay. Shhh. Shhhh..."
He keeps shh-ing until Steve's sad noises gives way to a hiccuping laugh.
"You're shit at this comfort thing," Steve says.
Gareth snatches his hand back, offended. "Well, fuck you, too."
Steve looks at him, eyes red but otherwise looking like regular, snarky Steve. "Hey. Are we... okay?"
"Man, I forgave everything when Vecna was giving you that shit vision, or whatever. Nancy told me it was Vecna's curse and I just. I thought you were gonna die. All the anger left. I thought it might come back but I'm still just glad you're alive. So, yeah. We're okay. Friends again?"
Steve nods, smile a little watery. "Alright. Then, can I tell you a secret? I haven't even told Robin yet."
"Shit, dude, spill. I love secrets."
"I- I think I like guys, the same as girls."
"Good for you man," Gareth says easily.
Steve looks at him like he's surprised. "That's it? Your- it's okay? That I do?"
"I'm not the police of you," Gareth scoffs, "whatever makes you happy, dude."
"Cool. Cool," Steve nods to himself, then looks at the time on the clock. "Oh, shit. We're late."
"Late? To what?" Gareth asks.
"Well, just to going to the basement. But it's an important basement trip, so come on."
"Are you going to murder me now that I know your deepest secret?"
"I will if you keep talking about it," Steve says as he stands from the couch, heading towards the door to the basement. "Seriously. The surprise down there involves people so you cannot say shit once I open this door."
"Got it. Wait. People!?"
The surprise, it turns out, is Eddie and Wayne. Eddie, still wanted while someone works on clearing his name, has been hiding here with Steve apparently, and Wayne comes and goes, but is here to thank Gareth for calling him. Wayne seems to be under the impression that if Gareth hadn't, he would have lost Eddie forever.
Steve is avoiding Max. Hopper has come back from the dead. The Hopper-Byers have moved back to Hawkins. Eddie has been cleared of all charges thanks to government intervention and many eye-witnesses putting Jason Carver at the scene of all crimes (does not help that the police found him holding Patrick's body, nor that he can dispute the chargers, what with being brain-dead, possibly. Still comatose for sure). Wayne and Eddie have moved into a little duplex near the Hendersons.
All these things happened before Steve spoke with Max.
He'd still be avoiding her if it wasn't her on his doorstep currently, two months post-Vecna. He was expecting Dustin when he pulled the door open in annoyance. "Max."
"Steve."
"I-what-why are- do you want to come in?" Steve asks, wincing at himself.
Max rolls her eyes. "No. I just have something to say to you before I head to El's."
"Ah."
"I forgive you. But I'm still..." Max pauses, breathing harshly through her nose as if mad at the situation. Or Steve. That would be fair. "I'm still hurt, but I get it, so I forgive you."
Steve swallows. "He told you. Didn't he?"
"Vecna? Yeah. Said he asked you to pick, and you picked me," Max says it, so matter of fact. The grass is green. Sky is blue. Steve would rather Max die than Gareth.
"You shouldn't forgive me until I apologize."
"No, don't think I want to hear it. 'Cause here's the thing, Steve. I get it. Billy was awful, and I hated him, hate him so fucking much. But if he were still alive? If he were, and Vecna said him or you. I'd give you to Vecna. And it's fucked up, hell, it's worse than the choice you were given! At least Gareth is worth having a life, getting to live, and Billy's not but. Like I said. I get it."
Steve is stunned to silence. He doesn't know what to say, or if there's anything he can say. Doesn't really have it in him to call her on all her cussing either, because if any kid has earned swearing around him, it's Max. "Max. I am sor-"
"DON'T!" she shouts, "I'm not ready to hear it yet! I'm hurt, and I- that might take a while to change or whatever. But. I know you. So, I have to tell you that I forgive you. Or, like, I will one day. It was a shit choice to be forced to make. I get it. So, just take the forgiveness and quit avoiding me while walking around like a kicked puppy. It's unbecoming and I'm never going to really forgive you if you avoid me."
"Ok. Alright. No more avoiding."
"Good. You still got that letter I wrote you?"
"Oh. Uh, yeah. Do you... want it back?"
"No. I want you to read it after I've actually forgiven you, and not a second sooner. Okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, okay."
"Good," and she turns on heel and heads down the drive to a car Steve doesn't recognize, and realizes it's because he's never seen it. The driver is Max's mom, and she gives a small wave to Steve when they make eye contact. At least until Max bats her mom's hand out of the air and then must say something that makes her mom laugh.
Steve stands in his doorway and watches them drive away.
Max is hurt, and that's his fault. But she's not mad at him, so that's great. Max is a woman of her word, so Steve thinks that one day, they might be good again. One day, he'll be able to look her in the eye and not feel like the scum on the earth.
Until then, he'll be okay. Gareth's back in his life, he has a new crushfriend in Eddie Munson, and Robin and he have been gotten even closer since he told her he likes boys, specifically one boy at least.
Chrissy is gone, and Steve will always mourn that. Will probably always feel like it's his fault, deep down. But he's got reasons to make it to each new day, and that has to count for something.
#steve‚ gareth‚ and chrissy are cousins au#my fic#nancy gets to be a little feral. as a treat#whew! what a fun little fic to explore#pre steddie#because i couldnt make it be established here but just know that it happens eventually#i dont know the process for caring for bullet wounds so like dont come for me. i did four full seconds of googling isnt that enough?
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Take my breath away
Finally made a masterlist and will slowly be updating it, starting with this:
"Cheers!"
Nine voices rang out as they clinked their glasses together (mocktails for the maknaes of course, Jihyo made sure of that). They were out celebrating their successful debut and a whole weekend off.
"So," Nayeon spoke up "we've been here for a while and we haven't done anything remotely interesting other than have a few drinks. Does anyone here have a secret lover?"
"NO!" Seven of them simultaneously answered while Jihyo unfortunately chose to have a sip of her drink at that moment, causing her to choke.
"I'm just asking" Nayeon responded defensively. "There's nothing wrong with it if any of you are in a relationship." She stopped giggling and pointed at the youngest members. "Except for you guys, you're still babies so you're not allowed to date. What about you Jihyo? You never answered my question."
Eight pairs of eyes turned to their leader as she looked back at them with thinly veiled shock.
"Of course not, you know we're not allowed to date for three years. And besides, we're so busy it's not like we could find the time to be in a relationship."
None of them could respond to that because they know that it's true. The next few years of their lives will be nonstop. No time to stop or even slow down.
The sudden sound of laughter brought them of their thoughts before they got too deep in them. They glanced at the source of noise and saw a group of four; they quickly brushed it off but Jihyo couldn't look away. She noticed you straight away, despite your simple white shirt and black jeans outfit. It was your laughter that had caught their attention.
Jihyo was so entranced that it took a solid minute for her to realise that she was staring at you, and she blushed and turned away when you noticed her back and shyly waved.
"Jihyo, are you…blushing?" Of course Jeongyeon would notice. The other girls looked to her, trying to figure out why she was red all of a sudden.
"I think it's just the alcohol. Excuse me for a minute." She ran to the bathroom before anyone could answer.
"I think she has a crush on the girl who walked in laughing." Tzuyu cut straight to the point and no one could say otherwise because they had no idea what happened within the last few minutes for Jihyo to react that way.
As soon as she was out of sight, they were approached by a man; they quickly became cautious.
"Hello, my name is Min-jun. I don't mean to be intrude but I'm here with my sister and I'm ninety-nine percent sure that she likes your friend. I mean she literally said wow when she saw her so if that's not a sign then I don't know what is."
Nayeon smirked, thinking that tonight may become a bit more fun after all.
"It seems like our fearless leader found her sweetheart. Maybe we should…"
"No." A resounding no from everyone except your brother.
"Oh come on, I'm not suggesting that we lock them in a room together, just simply give them a slight nudge towards each other."
Again no one agreed, making Nayeon pout.
"Fine, don't make Jihyo happy then."
-x-
"I can't believe you guilt tripped us into helping." Momo mumbled.
"It's for the good of our leader. Now shush, she's coming back." Jihyo was no longer red when she sat back down but now, their plan could begin.
"Sorry about that, what did I miss?"
"Unnie, do you mind getting another round of drinks?" Tzuyu was nominated to ask, solely on the fact that she's the precious maknae. And it was no surprise when she agreed.
As soon as she headed over to the bartender, one of your friends (who also got roped into this plan) asked the same of you.
Your brother was watching from the corner, and his part came into play when you were only a few feet from Jihyo. He ran towards your table, making sure to bump into Jihyo (as gently as he could) causing her to stumble. Of course, you caught her (he knew your instincts would kick in).
"Oh my goodness, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"I'm so sorry about my brother, you'd think the military training would knock sense into him. I'll give him a stern talking to."
She smiled at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat. The moment was short lived however, when both of you realised the position you were still in: Jihyo holding onto your shoulders for support while your hands were on her waist.
Just like earlier, both of you blushed as she finally stood upright once more.
"So military huh? Are you a soldier too?"
"Yeah, my brother and I take after our parents. They met because they were in the same squadron; different generations of our family served in the military…"
You continued talking, and in turn, she also told you more about herself; unaware of the multiple pairs of eyes watching you both.
Nayeon shared a triumphant smile with your brother from across the room.
"See? I told you it would work." They all rolled their eyes and Momo once again elected to speak on behalf of the group.
"And to celebrate your plan being a success, you can buy us more drinks since Jihyo is clearly occupied." Seven of them nodded in agreement, making Nayeon frown jokingly.
"My fellow members turning against me. I see how it is." They playfully argued while the tables had turned, as they were now the ones being watched.
"It seems that our respective group of friends were behind this. I knew Nayeon was up to something."
"Agreed. Do you think they'd notice if we left the building?"
"Probably not, but nothing more than platonic you hear? I don't do dating."
You held out your hand, waiting until she finally took it.
"That's alright, I guess I just have to work harder in order to change your mind." You winked and pulled her towards the exit and while Jihyo blushed for what seemed the hundredth time that evening, she couldn't help but feel breathless.
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RING THE ALARM
Miraculous Ladybug: season 4 Alya sugar fic (based on the Alya exposes Lila's secrets prompt that I made)
Alya pov
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"... Anansi has been rigging her wrestling matches! It's the only reason why she's made it as far as she has." was the only thing Alya needed to hear to send off alarm bells throughout her whole body. Why would Lila say something that wasn't true? Alya tried to correct her friend, thinking it had to be some type of mistake. At first, Lila was surpised her latest gossip target had a sister, but held fast to the truthfulness of her 'sources'. Alya tried to correct her again, and Lila got defensive over her friend 'attacking' her. Alya tried to fact check Lila one last time, then the green eyed monster finnally retaliated. All she had to claim was Alya harassing her and Kim, Nino, and Ms. Bustier swiftly came to her defence.
Within the blink of an eye, Alya landed in detention. Alone in her punishment, but togather with Marinette who had been a recent victim of the lying new girl. As her real friend comforted her, Alya finnaly realized her real mistake... how could Lila be friends with Maribug if she met her the same time as me? Alya finnaly gleaned the truth that Marinette had been warnning her for so long, and despite Marinette's affirmations of her being guiltless, Alya couldn't help but feel that this whole mess was her fault. What kind of journalist am I to be fooled by a school girl...
That's when a Light bulb appeared above her head. Alya is exactly the kind of journalist to solve this mess, and she will if it's the last thing she does. As soon as she got home, Alya began scowering the internet for every and any truth of Lila's claims. As she took more and more notes, she began to learn Lila's real specialty: half truths. All the photos she wowed the class of her meeting with Jagged Stone and traveling the world were real, but the "special connections" she claimed to have were all as fake as her hair. That was the real reason why Lila asked everyone to keep some of the things she said between classmates, it stopped anyone from reaching the truth. As Alya started getting ready for bed, Trixx whispered a devious plan into her ear. Normally, Alya would never agree to using the miraculous to spread a falsehood, but this mirage might be just what she needs to reveal the truth...
The next day at school was much the same; Ms. Bustier was forcing the class to write an eassy analyzing the theme of love in the popular children's book series, Hubert Porter, written by JC Bowling. Because of some of the research Alya did last night, she knew that Bustier and Bowling were the same person. She gussed that it isn't a crime to teach a class based on a book you wrote, but it was starting to get suspicious when Bustier did it three times in a row and ended each class by giving extra credit to the students who donated to the charity of her choice, a conservative group located in Florida of U.S.A.
"... and just the other day, Jagged Stone asked me to come with him on his latest tour! He got so sad when I had to tell him no!" Lila lied. Alya was almost impressed with how good the Italian was at doing it; Jagged went on tour just three days ago, but Alya was sure that he never asked Lila to come with him. Now's the time, Alya thought to herself. She go out of her seat and confronted Lila.
"Do you have any proof that Jagged Stone asked you to come with him on his tour" Alya flatly asked. Marinette got up to reel her back, but Alya gave her a look that said she has everything under control. Of course, Lila pulled her usual: she claimed that Alya was bullying her and that she just wanted to be friends. Kim jumped to her defence, as Lila filled the void that Chloe left when she went on extended vacation with her grandmother. That void being "evil chick that he can make googoo eyes at". Nino, who had started to hang out with Lila more then he was around Alya by the day, also jumped to the Italian's defense. He lectured Alya on all the ways he was "disappointed in her" and the like. Just as Ms. Bustier was about to send Alya to detention, she pulled out her trump card. "Lila's lying, and she admitted to it here!" Alta pulled out a voice recorder and pressed play. "If course I'm lying, and you can't do anything about it!" Lila's voice vindictively said.
And just like that, the class erupted into chaos. Nino got re-akumatized into Rocketear and targeted Lila for "breaking my heart". When it was over, the class all sang their swan songs to Marinette and Alya for believing some new girl over them. Except Nino, who seemed to think he was entitled to his girlfriend's forgiveness. Yeah no, their relationship is on hold and Alya is going to be too busy to come to the phone rifht now, but Nino was welcomed to leave a message. And he did. Like a lot. Alya regretted even making that suggestion. As usual, Ms. Bustier was the last person to get the hint and tried to punish Alya for (???) but this time Marinette came prepared. She discovered their lovesick teacher had fled Britain from a little too many taxes, and that was all that was needed to get her fired. After Alya learned that her choice of charity was a Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminist organization, she considered it good riddance.
And as for Lila, she quitely disappeared like she usually did with no sign of coming back. Good, Alya thought to herself, no one messes with my friends and gets away with it. To make sure no one forgot, Alya posted her experience onto the Ladyblog, where the truth would be known for years to come.
I challenged myself to use less dialogue in this fic and I hope you enjoy it!
#alya sugar#miraculous ladybug#ml salt#miraculous ladybug salt#alya cesaire#lila salt#marinette sugar#marinette dupen chang#lila gets exposed#also#lila is a normal girl in this one#cuz 14 year old girls are not masterminds#thomas astruc salt#ml writers salt#ml kim salt#nino salt#ms bustier salt#ms Bustier is the ml version of JKR i dont make the rules#lila exposed#ml salt fic#ninola#nino x lila
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Sindria's Prophet #37
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[AO3] [wattpad]
*CW-Long term affects of medical denial & child abuse, living with PTSD
*Kink & toys mentioned
((I keep forgetting to tell you guys: Lyly is pronounced "lee-lee." It's short for their middle name, Llyn/Lynn (<-genderfluid affected spelling)))
~POV Mori~
I woke up gasping. I sat up and wrapped my arms around myself so I could tell the difference between actual physical touch and the phantoms left over from my night terror. My body wouldn't stop shaking; I needed Lyly's help. When I got out of bed I froze. Not only did my bed not have curtains, this wasn't my room.
No. This was my room. Sinbad picked it out for me in the guest tower. I was in Sindria; in a whole different dimension. All of the adrenaline supporting me left and I sank to the floor. I was still trembling but I wasn't scared anymore. The people who hurt me couldn't reach me here. I had that dream because after spending the past month hyperfixated on the present, I had been triggered into remembering one of the worst parts of my past, so now I was remembering the rest too. 'Sorry, Lyly.' The safety I had gained in this world was invaluable. I couldn't imagine going home willing.
Based on how little light was getting through the curtains it was still the middle of the night. I was drained from my dream, and my hips were still aching but it took a while for my mind to calm back down. Tomorrow and the distractions that came from it couldn't come soon enough.
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"Alright now, Mx. Prophet," the doctor gave me my diagnosis. Sinbad had him sent first thing in the morning, and his arrival woke me up. "You need to rest for a few days. I'll have painkillers sent over to help with your hip pain, fever, and migraine." With his job done, he saw himself out.
'I can't miss the Morning Assembly! ...But-!' I knew the doctor was right deep down. I was in no condition to do much of anything. I was fine resting when I didn't have obligations, but I had a job now. If I was back home I would have had to give Lyly my keys so I couldn't leave. Five years just wasn't enough to fully rewrite my base instincts. Although, from the new memories I was gaining, the me back home was doing a bit better. Those new memories were why I was healed and practiced enough to stop myself even if a doctor hadn't told me to... especially since I had a fever. As long as both me's kept whatever this connection was then maybe we would also keep the benefits from both sides.
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~POV Sharrkon~
Mori was the only person that missed the morning Assembly. Yamuraiha had a growing smile throughout the meetings, and now that it ended she mumbled something to Pisti. Shar groaned; he knew where this was going.
"Yup." Pisti giggled. "I heard from a reliable source," probably 1 of her boyfriends, "that Mori's not 'sick'. Her hips were injured and her body over worked last night."
The King refused to look at the gossips. His silence spoke volumes compared to the past month of him adamantly defending that there was nothing special between him and 'his Beautiful Prophet.'
"Oh ho~! It finally happened after I left!" Hina slapped Sharrkan on the back with a laugh. "Looks like the 2 of us have to pay up! But I guess you lost the most, huh?"
"Oh, no! I ain't paying nothing! Nothing happened!!" Shar had a hurt ego to nurse and he would not let them step on it harder. "Mori got hurt dancing. Our King had nothing to do with it!" Sharrkon felt a shiver run down his spine that made him hold his tongue.
Hina looked to the others for confirmation. "Is that true?"
Drakon answered him. "It's true. However, it's also true that Sin carried Mori all the way to their room from the festival."
"Oh~? That's proof enough for me."
Drakon, Ja'far, Yam, and Pisti agreed with their own comments.
The man in question still refused to comment, so Hinahoho addressed him directly. "You're really not going to say anything, Sin? After all of that time, telling us how you don't want to get married?"
"Fine. Fine." King Sinbad finally turned to them with his arms crossed. "It's simple really. You know I'm not the type to reveal my hand until I'm certain." Sinbad was smiling, but Shar knew instinctually the King was the threat that told him to stop talking.
The giant laughed. "Is that so?"
"I know you're aware this is a first for me."
Sharkkon's wallet cried with him. He had lost 2 out of 3 bets. It was only a matter of time before he lost the 3rd.
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~POV Mori~
The Great Bell rang out. The morning Assembly was definitely over. There were several things I had wanted to do today, and I couldn't do any of them since I had to rest. I needed to meet with Queen Artemina before she left Sindria. I had to solidify our connection as allies, but she was set to leave in a day. As I wrote a letter to send her, the waves shifted. This was the right choice for me, and the future I wanted. The letter would need time to dry before I could send it.
I got up from my chair and stopped. I didn't want to lay down again yet no matter how much my body needed it. 'Damnit! How much more of my life am I going to spend sick??' I groaned into my hands. I was born with a weak raspatory system, so I get sick multiple times a year and often end up bedridden. "I am allowed to rest even though I can sit up and walk. Pushing will only make it worse." My mom eventually stopped acknowledging when I would get sick due to the expense which is why I struggle to let myself rest as an adult. I made a point of putting the truth into words to fight her conditioning.
I climbed back in bed even though I knew that meant I would be stuck with just my thoughts until I fell back asleep. This was the perfect opportunity to process everything that had happened with Sinbad, but I couldn't think about it at all. Being triggered, recognizing these new memories, and that night terror just made me think about home more -well the place I came from. Even when I was in my room there I often couldn't help but think 'I want to go home' because even though it was comfortable and familiar, I couldn't feel safe. My last therapist told me that as long as I stayed in that house full of reminders there was only a slim chance of me recovering from my CPTSD. If only I could have afforded to move out.
In the new memories I got, our dad finally agreed to reorganize all of the living spaces, so that me and Lyly weren't getting as many flashbacks anymore. Hell, he even apologized for everything and started acting like a real dad some of the time. The me that stayed home was able to persevere until an opening for change finally came. 'If they got Isekai now I wonder if they would want to go home?' The thought had never occurred to this me -just like it never did back when I was in in-patient. Although I was still worried about Lyly like I was then.
I rolled over to pull out a scroll from the bedside dressers. When I was on the ship I had worked on all sorts of scrolls and one was a memoir of my life back home. One of the first things I did was draw the people important to me before I'll inevitably forget their faces. I unrolled the scroll. Lyly's face stared up at me from the page. As difficult as that place was to live in all of my loved ones were there. In this world there was no one that knew me, and I wasn't sure if I could let my self get that close to anyone here -especially Sinbad. He already knew how deep some of the scars on my heart are. I didn't want him to think any less of me, or use my pain against me. And even more than that, I was scared that the safety I had here would shatter if I made a wrong step.
'I thought I was doing better.' This world had treated me so well that I fell into a false sense of security. Not being surrounded by reminders of my traumas made me feel like I was somehow cured and could restart from scratch. But that's not how healing works... Being away from triggers just made it easier to avoid having an attack. It's only after feeling safe that we let ourselves feel the emotions that are unsafe to feel in the moment.
A few tears fell down my cheeks. I placed the scroll on the bedside table and rolled back towards the middle of the bed. Surely it was okay for me to cry in a situation like this. I allowed myself the luxury even though the tears didn't last long. When I was young I cried just as often from joy as sadness. The abuse I experienced made it unsafe to cry at all, so I learned to cry silently until I eventually stopped crying altogether. Being in this world made me feel like it was okay again. Letting myself actually feel these emotions was an important step in the healing process. Beating myself up for getting triggered and relapsing wouldn't help at all. I needed to forgive myself.
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One day of rest should be enough, right? It's not like I still had a fever. I didn't want to stay in my room and make an even worse impression. My hips would hurt a little if I over worked them, but that would just act as a limiter. ((<<= This person is in denial))
I got dressed after breakfast, but as soon as I grabbed the doorknob I froze. "Yeah, no." I was not in the mood to see Sinbad in person yet, and I would have to if I left my room. As soon as I took Queen Sinbad's choker back off I felt a wave of relief. It had given me so much dopamine and serotonin when it was part of a fantasy, but now it was a reminder of my fears. How could I mark myself with it when I couldn't feel safe in my own desires? Wearing it felt like a lie. I definitely wouldn't be able to wear it for a while.
'Guess I haven't completely lost my sense of self-preservation.' Besides, I hadn't actually had time to do most of the things I like doing to relax since I got to this world. Going out in this state would be worse than not going out. Another day off as I recover from the stress had to be reasonable.
But what options did I have to relax?
Everyone else was busy with work at this time of day, so I could masturbate without having to worry about being interrupted. But my toybox didn't isekai with me; I only have my hands, and some ribbons for mild shibari. Sinbad said I could make requests, but there was no way in hell I was letting him find about this, let alone use his money for my sex toys. I'll figure out where to get some after payday. The night terror was still fresh in my memory anyway.
Video games, comics, and anime were obviously out of the question. Printing still isn't big enough for fiction to be popular to write -that's part of why Sinbad's Adventure story was such a huge success. I had 3 cats back home, but I can't exactly adopt a new pet while sick. I do sing a lot to relieve stress, but it would be embarrassing to be overheard without knowing. 'Note to self: get carpets to hang up to dampen the sound.' There were places I could go that would be harder to be heard but leaving wasn't an option until I was better. That only left me: writing and drawing.
'Working on Fate scrolls it is!'
The flow of ink was good for my brain. It did more than help calm me; it gave me more perspective but it couldn't give me true answers. 'I wish we could just go back to how things were before that night. How am I supposed to know when I will be ready to see Sinbad again?' He isn't any of the people that hurt me, so why can't I just like him without being afraid of betrayal?
Were Sinbad's actions manipulation, or earnest? Could I trust the safety I felt around him? It was definitely a combination of how he treated me, what I knew from reading his Fate, and how familiar I was with being around those types of manipulation. But there was something strange. When I looked for signs of his manipulation in how he dealt with me, or any expected fallout, nothing came from it. In fact, everything kept ending in my favor. The cycle I was expecting was coming from me, not Sinbad. The waves swirled as I finally let myself think about it.
What was he actually going to say when I cut him off? Even if it was what I thought, would I be able to believe him? Even if I didn't have relationship trauma I don't think I could trust him romantically after reading his Fate. He claimed he wasn't playing the flirting game, but that could have been manipulation. Was it my heart or pride that would be hurt more if he was lying? I couldn't tell yet.
I was lonely. Both in general, and in this world. There was no one that knew me here. And I was too scared to trust the person getting closest to my heart. Even though I didn't want to be seen like this, I didn't actually want to be alone; I just couldn't shake the fear of rejection or punishment I thought was inevitable. I left my windows open just in case.
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~POV Sinbad~
The King sat on the edge of Mori's bed. He had been unable to visit the first time she was sick. Now that he understood his own feelings he couldn't stay away unless he was on the other side of the world. The only reason he didn't visit the first day was because he knew she needed space away from him. The waves had been trying to guide him here for a while though. Who was he to deny them?
No one answered the door when he knocked or called out. The silence and waves worried him. The last report said her current fever was mild, but it could have spiked since then. Mori developed an extremely high fever on the ship several hours after everyone saw she was unwell. He entered without permission only to find his Beautiful Prophet was sleeping peacefully. He had gotten to see her; that would have to be enough.
Mori turned her head in her sleep and her bangs fell onto her eye lashes. Sinbad leaned over to move her hair out of the way. He tried to keep his touch light to not wake her, but her eyes fluttered open.
Unfocused eyes watched him. "Sin..?" The sound of their voice was a relief. It didn't sound strained at all, only weak from sleep.
"How are you feeling?" They weren't anywhere near as bad as last time.
"~*yawn* Better now that I'm awake."
"Oh? Did you have a bad dream?"
They watched him as what he asked slowly processed in their newly conscious state. "Yeah, I did. Thank you for waking me."
"Anytime." Sinbad returned their weak smile with his own. "I guess that's why it wasn't just my waves leading me here." He hesitated. "Mori, what do you think about moving into the Purple Leo Tower? It will be easier to care for you when you get sick. You'll be safer there. And your waves could reach me faster."
The same fear from the other night started seeping into their expression. "I'm fine here." But he wasn't fine. "Besides, it will be harder when I have to move out of the Palace."
For a moment he forgot how to breathe. "Why would you have to move out?" Why would she ever think she had to leave??
"Would you really be okay with me staying after my visions run out?"
The King couldn't stop his hand from reaching to caress their cheek, but he was able to hold back from making contact. "Of course."
Mori's brow creased farther and they glanced at his hand. "What about after I share all the knowledge I have from my world? I wasn't an engineer. I only know the basics."
Sinbad's heart dropped. From the beginning Mori had been marketing herself as a resource, and he had only ever responded positively. Yet another way he'd messed up without even realizing it. "Of course, I'll still want you by my side." The more he was able to peer into Mori's heart the more worried he got. "You are a person, not a resource. You do know that, don't you?"
Mori closed their eyes and leaned their head towards his hand; he took that as permission. Their cheek didn't feel feverish. They spoke flatly about their emotions like they did the night of the Announcement. "I know that logically, but I struggle with knowing how to act if I'm not helping someone." They brought a hand up to his. "I really do like helping people, but sometimes it feels like that's all I am. It's what I had to do to survive since I was little."
Ah. He could understand that thought process. Sinbad had been a caregiver for his mother and village from a very young age, and went straight from that to king's candidate. There was very little time in his life when he wasn't working towards helping someone. Drinking, and philandering became his break from that -although he would hopefully be narrowing that last point to one person soon. "You seemed to do just fine at the festival." So fine that he couldn't deny his feelings anymore.
"Huh? -Oh. Yeah. I guess I did." Her expression softened into a genuine smile. "It was probably going around the festival that got me sick though." It was mainly stress according to the doctors' report. Mori closed her eyes with a yawn. "I'll have to keep more distance between me and the citizens next time. I didn't realize I was so interesting."
"You're incredibly interesting."
They let out a quiet chuckle. "If you say so."
Sinbad watched and felt as they turned their face into his palm, and sighed. Mori relaxed more into his hand with each breath as if his scent and touch were comforting. It bubbled up desires he knew he shouldn't act upon with a sick or unconscious person and yet he couldn't make himself leave either. He took a moment to ground himself but it did little good. He couldn't bring himself to leave until after Mori let go of his hand. To think another person would have this much power over him. "You really are amazing." There was absolutely no way he'd ever allow anyone else to see this side of them. Mori would be moved to the Purple Leo Tower in time, and would just have to learn through experience that he had no intentions of letting them go.
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~POV Mori~
I woke up to the Great Bell the next morning. Sinbad being here was not a dream. I had just been too groggy to question the situation. What was the point of staying home, if he was going to visit me in person?
On the plus side, seeing Sinbad while I wasn't stuck in my trauma brain helped break the cycle of questions. Sinbad might be stubborn but through his whole life he is shown being someone fully willing to change his mind when given enough information. At this point in the story he is someone with conviction who says his truth directly -even if he often speaks in a manipulative way. So when he said he's chosen a new path, he meant it -even if I don't know what that means yet. And when he is shown seducing women, the idea of moving any of them into the Purple Leo Tower would never be considered, let alone offered -even in private. And yet he offered that to me.
Sinbad was changing and I'd never be able to accept how if I stayed cooped up in my room. To understand myself, and Sinbad I needed to spend more time around him. My rest was over. I didn't need to jump all the way in at once. I'd see him at the morning Assemblies, swap pleasantries, and part ways until the next day. 'Slow and steady.'
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~POV Sinbad~
Was this how Hina and Drakon felt when they looked at their wives before they got together? Just seeing Mori enter the halls of the White Capricorn Tower made his heart swell. And hearing their voice? Well, he was starting to understand why Ja'far had been so upset with him since they returned from Balbadd. Even seeing Mori dressed androgynously didn't shake his feelings -though it was a bit jarring after how they dressed for the Announcement. It just cemented that what he felt wasn't simply based on how Mori presented. They were undeniably the most beautiful person in the world to him now.
After going through more options than necessary, the first thing the Dungeon Capturer managed to say to Mori was, "I'm happy to see you're feeling better."
"Yes. And thank you for visiting me while I was resting." Mori's smile made him feel at peace. Seeing them up close confirmed that they cut their bangs some. "But never enter my room without explicit permission again." Their sharper tone pierced him repeatedly with each sentence. "That includes the bird by the way. If my curtains are closed or I don't answer the door: don't enter my room."
He wore a smile to ease their anger. "Of course. It won't happen again."
Even as Mori accepted his response and left, the King couldn't get his heart to stop racing. Why did there have to be so many large risks of ruining his chances when he already knew she liked him from reading his Fate?
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~POV Mori~
As soon as the Assembly was over, I fled to the Black Libra Tower. 'He said he was happy I was better! AND he didn't say anything about about my change of gender expression!' Sinbad said all of two words directly to me and I started short circuiting. I remembered that he offered to move me to his tower -the one he sleeps in???- and immediately went on the defensive. I was not as ready as I thought!! I was going to need my favorite hyperfixation to survive the rollercoaster I was trapped on. And if it didn't exits yet, then I was going to reinvent it myself!
It would be relatively easy to make a printing press since this fanfic was in English instead of whichever Arabic language was the region's canonical one, or Japanese like the series was originated in. Both require significantly more characters than English, and some kanji can be too intricate to make with this world's current level of technology. Speaking of which, this world had stamps and seals so this next level of printing shouldn't be too crazy of a change. I took some print making classes in high school and college, so I got to use a few different scale printing presses. I knew enough to draft prototypes. I excelled at typography in college too -so well that the department head signed off on me skipping a few courses so I could get to the high level stuff faster. The typography was digital, but I still learned enough to draft prototypes of stamps and such. ('A shame I couldn't afford higher than an Associates Degrees.)
Since I was working on a table in the middle of one of the libraries, people came up to ask me about what I was doing. I gave a brief summary to the latest onlooker, before I pointed to the examples I was drafting.
"I see." His voice was familiar but I was too focused to register it. The person moved around the table to read the part I had finished this morning. He made a few sounds of recognition as he read. "Won't spelling out each word every time be a hassle?"
"Well, yeah. It's better to have most words premade. And full lines of text can be fused together to make reprinting more issues easier and faster."
He pointed to a spot on the parchment. "Ah- that's what this part is then." My eyes were drawn to the glint of his rings. Every cell in my body remade itself as my brain finally acknowledged who was talking to me.
"That is convenient." Sinbad's voice was unmistakable now that I was paying attention.
I prayed to every God I knew of that my emotions didn't show in my actions or voice. "This might be a new technology here, but you won't have to completely reinvent the wheel thanks to my 'visions.'" I had to focus on my breathing to keep my heart rate down.
I was able to keep the conversation moving, but I wasn't sure I would remember it well. I was more focused on not looking like an idiot. We had exchanged greetings at the morning assembly but this was the first time I was talking to him fully sober in days. His polite gestures and this conversation made my heart swell, but he wasn't flirting; he was just existing while being attractive. 'Why did I have to start thinking it could be mutual??? I can't even enjoy it like this!' If anything starts there's going to be an end.
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~POV Sinbad~
Sinbad didn't have a 'real' reason for visiting Mori in Black Libra Tower on their first day back, but, as King, there was no one who would question him. Although, Ja'far would come to get him if he's away from his responsibilities for too long.
He arrived a bit after lunch to find Mori sitting at a table in the middle of the library where anyone could and did come talk to them. The proof being that they didn't beat an eye at his questions. In fact, it sounded like they had explained about this stamp system multiple times. Mori needed their own office in the tower. He'd make sure they got one asap.
As interesting as this new technology was, Sinbad kept finding himself staring at his Beautiful Prophet more. It was hard enough to focus at his own desk -let alone when Mori was right in front of him. Sinbad had heard that acknowledging the feeling makes it stronger, but he wasn't expecting this.
Mori tensed for a moment before scooting their chair away from him. He had been leaning closer to them without realizing, and they moved away.
How was this the same person that fell asleep holding his hand the previous day? Were they just too tired back then to remember what was going on? Did they think it was a dream? He definitely shouldn't flirt with them while they were this uncomfortable to be around him. Would they even be willing to hold his arm while they walked together? He didn't think so. Sinbad took a moment to ground. Even if Mori had turned into a feral cat or wild rabbit around him, the way they watched him when they thought he wasn't looking was a sign that they wouldn't mind being tamed by him. They had enjoyed his company before; he just needed to remind them of that. The only question was if he could regain Mori's trust before he had to leave for the Kou Empire.
((OMGOSH I did not expect this to take this long. At least a month of that gap was from back-to-back illness too, so it took even longer. My digestive track turned off for 24 hours and took 48 to fully come back online. While I was in recovery I caught a really bad upper raspatory infection that gave me a 103F fever for a week. So of course my period hit me like a freight train a week later. Somehow I was ill the weeks around the holidays and not on them, but it was a still a super rough couple of weeks. I'm better now :D which is why I was able to have the energy to write.
I processed a lot of my emotions while working on these chapters. They're all things I already knew, but consolidating them like this helped me see more of the places they were affecting me, and cement in my head that it is okay to move forward. :D
This arc is 3 chapters long including this one. Since I do have the next 2 written already, I just need to refine them and make the art, so there shouldn't be as long as a break for the next chapter. Like this chapter, they will have scenes of Mori processing their emotions. I needed a lot of time to edit them down a ton since there's obviously things I don't intend to post on the internet, and I want the story to feel good to read chapter to chapter.
I've already got the next arc started too. It's a lot of character confrontations that became discarded drafts of earlier arcs, but definitely need to happen now. Since I have those drafts as a basis, I hope to get that arc ready before I finish posting this one. I have another DeadEnd chapter to post, and a few one shots I almost have ready. I've been posting wips and art for for them on patreon, but I won't be posting them here until I have full chapters ready U-U))
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shauna shipman x reader
honestly, this can be read as platonic with blink-and-you-miss-it unrequited feelings.
shauna blew on her hands, desperately trying to warm them up. her fingers weren't the only body part beginning to feel numb. shauna was bundled up in jackets, jumpers, and sweaters—if it was comfortable and warm, she was wearing it. she'd even snuck into your backpack to wear your red sweater. she figured that the jacket she wore would cover it up, and even if you did see it, she was pregnant for crying out loud—she deserves a break.
you were climbing up the ladder, practically drowning in warm clothing. you look her up and down and smirk, before making eye contact. "is that my red sweater?" you teased. shauna blushes, an excuse forming when you giggle, "keep it. looks better on you than me," she snorts.
"you sure? you look pretty chilly," she replies. you were barely even shivering, she was just so shocked about being caught, that she wanted to give you the sweater back.
"i'm helping mari cook belt soup tonight," you joke, rolling your eyes, "tasty, i know. but you're always trapped up here, or the meat house with. . . you must get cold more than me, that's all I'm saying," you wince, hoping she didn't catch on to you referencing jackie. it was a tough subject for shauna, and you couldn't help but want to pull her in tightly and squeeze the baby out of her.
shauna shook her head, "i'm nice and toasty," she laughs, she subconsciously rubs her belly, causing you to force a smile. you feared for her baby—in the beginning, you were pissed because the last thing you guys needed right now was a baby, but as her pregnancy progressed, you realised that the team could use some source of light. you just had no confidence the baby was going to make it. it was too cold and it's mother was starving.
"i'll be downstairs if you need me, just up here to check up on you," you begin your descent down the ladder when shauna calls out for you. you turn around, smiling softly as she bit her lip and looks at the ground, avoiding your gaze.
"can you stay?" she asks, you nod, walking over to her. she sits on her makeshift bed, staring out the window; you take a seat next to her, watching her watch the white forest outside.
"you ok?"
she shakes her head, finally looking at you instead of the window. tears were springing to her eyes as she confessed, "i can't stop thinking about jackie. about how i should have gone outside and gotten her," tears slowly streamed down her pretty face. you pulled her into your arms, rubbing her back soothingly to calm her down.
"it's not your fault, no one knew it would snow," you reassure her, pressing your head against hers.
she shakes her head again, pulling away. "it is my fault, she's my best friend, i should have gone out there. i shouldn't have argued with her in the first place. i shouldn't have slept with her boyfriend!" she cried.
you wipe away her tears with your thumb, cradling her cheeks in your hand. "look at me, shauna. jackie loved you; she'd hate to see you beating yourself up like this," you whisper.
shauna nodded, looking deeply into your eyes, "i'll never be able to forgive myself," she mutters.
"i'm sure jackie already has," you respond. you didn't realise how true you were. "come 'ere," you embrace her again, letting her head rest against your chest. she smiles softly, listening to the sound of your heartbeat. "dinner's gonna be ready soon, it's not much, but it's better than nothing."
"okay," she whispers. you stand up, offering her your hand—which she gladly takes. you help her get down the ladder, before walking into the living room hand in hand. you both greet the other girls, with tai sitting next to shauna and mari sitting next to you.
your dinner was no feast by any stretch of the imagination. natalie and travis hadn't successfully found any game in months. but you still enjoyed it, as you felt closer to shauna—you even offered her the rest of your bowl, not that it added much nutrients.
that night, shauna fell asleep in your arms. you'd moved your stuff upstairs but ended up sharing the sleeping bed with shauna. she rested her ear against your chest again, soothed by the comforting sound your heart made, before sighing.
you watched, as she snored lightly. tai sent you a knowing look, before turning over and pulling her covers up to her neck.
it was a freezing cold night, but in shauna's embrace, you were nice and warm.
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-Chapter 9: The Avengers' Therapist-
Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers
Rated M for eventual sexual themes
1.2K Words
My Masterlist for Previous Chapters. Please read disclaimer in Ch 1.
You honestly had forgotten about the whole run-in with Dr. Reynolds because work got really busy over the next week.
Some good news was that all of the Avengers passed their evaluations. Wanda had been especially worried about the results. She had admitted to not being the most cooperative, but you knew Bucky and Nat, even Tony, always seemed to be on their worst behavior.
Your boss knocked gently on the door to your small office. She shut the door softly behind her.
"Have you seen this?" she asked, taking a seat in the chair by your desk. She places her iPad in front of you, and you glance down at the article titled Avengers New Girlfriend???
You skimmed the article. An undisclosed source told them that the Avengers' new girlfriend was their old therapist who engaged in inappropriate behaviors while on the job. It even listed your name, and where you currently worked.
Your heart sank.
"We can't have our name associated with this," your boss said apologetically.
"None of this is true," you said, standing up. You handed her back the tablet.
"This is getting a lot of attention. You should go home. You can clear out your desk over the weekend."
"You're firing me?" you asked, unable to control the way your voice shook. This was all a nightmare.
She nodded, "Im sorry. It's just the way it is. You're a hard worker, and excellent at your job. This will clear up soon, you'll see."
She left you in silence, and you were completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.
You wanted to call Tony, but you wouldn't know what to say. Girlfriend? To all of them?
You didn't want to come back to the office, so you gathered everything in the space that was yours and placed it in your bag.
Everything was falling apart. You had only had this job for a few short weeks, and you were almost certain that the Avengers would want nothing to do with you once they saw that article.
The stupid thing was that it was true. You liked each one of them undeniably, unconventionally. There was a special place in your heart for everyone of them.
You smeared the stray tears that you couldn't hold back. You didn't know what to do.
You could feel people's stares as you walked by, and what was even worse was the mob of reporter-looking people waiting outside of the front doors. You knew they had to be there because of this. Luckily, there was an employee entrance that was quieter, and you made a quick escape.
Your apartment complex was packed, and you could see the hoards of people on your floor near your door. How did they know where you lived? What were you going to do?
You parked your car in the furthest lot, watching the cameras and reporters come and go. A sinking hopelessness filled you. You didn't know how to escape this. Everything was such a mess.
It had to have been minutes before your passenger door opened, scaring you half to death.
Steve slid in. He had a baseball cap covering his fluffy blonde hair.
"Should've called us, honey," he said, reaching over the middle console to wrap his arms tightly around you. His warm voice soothed you, and the gravity of the situation began to hit.
"Everything is ruined," you sniffled, muffled by his chest. You gripped his t-shirt.
He stroked your hair, down your back. You focused on the repeated motion.
"Bucky's got a distraction to get them away from the building, so we can get in there and get your stuff. It'll be safer for you to be at the compound with us."
"You all still want me around?" you whispered, peeking up at him. "I know - It's just... It's awkward."
"It's not awkward," he reassured. "It doesn't change anything. It doesn't change how important you are to us."
He dried your tears, kissing your cheek.
"What kind of distraction?" you asked.
Steve shrugged. "I didn't ask. He and Barton wanted to blow something up."
"Blow something up?"
"Just a trash can or something. I didn't question it," Steve said, pulling out his phone.
You didn't think their distraction would work, but sure enough, as soon as the reporters saw smoke, they cleared out.
"We have to be fast," Steve said, ushering you out. He kept you close, a steady hand on the small of your back.
You pulled out a duffle and a suitcase.
"You can throw clothes in that," you told him, as you went to the bathroom to gather your stuff there.
You were surprised to find Steve meticulously, but quickly, folding your clothes nicely in the suitcase. You could fit most of what you wanted in the two bags.
Steve stuck the baseball cap on your head, and you had no trouble getting out of there.
Natasha was waiting for you when you entered the main area of the compound.
She held open her arms, the first time she had willingly offered the affection.
"Solnyshka," she murmured, holding you close. Her soft touch was your undoing as you sobbed into her chest. "It's going to be okay."
"Everything is ruined," you sobbed.
"Nothing that can't be fixed," she soothed.
"I worked so hard," you cried, feeling Steve step behind you. He gathered the hair that stuck to the nape of your neck. The cool air was welcome against your heated skin. "Just to be seen as some slut."
Your sobs were ragged and harsh as you struggled to take in air. You felt like a floundering fish as your throat ached.
Steve picked you up, setting you on the couch and someone wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You settled a little, unable to cry anymore, but still shuddering.
"We're sorry that we caused all of this," Sam said sincerely as he entered the room with Buck and Clint. "We should've considered what people would say."
"It's not even that," you said, voice rough and hoarse. You struggled to find the words to admit to them that they had it all wrong. "The girlfriend part doesn't bother me. My reputation as a therapist does."
"Being our girlfriend doesn't bother you?" Tony teased, walking alongside a smaller unfamiliar man. "Good news. Henry here is going to fix everything. He's my publicist, and also under an NDA."
You sat up, drying your cheeks. You tried to straighten your clothes, but it was no use. You knew you looked like a hot mess.
"Nice to meet you," Henry said politely.
"I made the contract we initially had go away completely. No record of it exists anywhere. Henry also took my official statement to be published now," Tony told you. His efforts, all of their efforts, meant so much to you. Your turmoil eased.
Once Henry left, Tony dropped down onto the couch next to you.
"I can't make people give you your job back. I mean, I guess I could, but I won't. I can help get your name cleared though."
You sniffled. You were exhausted. You felt like you had been hit by a train.
You laid in Tony's lap. Natasha adjusted the blanket so it fully covered you.
------------------Author's Note-------------------------
Tony ran his hand along your arm. His soothing touch sent you right to sleep.
Here's Ch 10
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The Walk-in
Killer x gn!reader (amab edition)
word count: 4.2k
afab vers.
a/n: i got this idea from a revelation i had about how im pretty sure every walk-in in every restaurant ever has been boned in at least once. my source to site is me bc ive been working in the food industry since i was, like, 12. also guapo means 'handsome' in spanish.
“Oh my god, y/n, have you seen the new cook?” Your best friend, Wire, spoke up from behind the bar. He was currently wiping it down, preparing for the rush that would be starting soon.
You were bussing tables when he spoke up, you paused, walking over to him and tossing the rag over your shoulder. “I haven't. Isn't he a friend of the owner’s son or something?”
“Yeah. Met him in college.”
“Ah. Friend hire.” You made a face, causing Wire to laugh. He knows how much you weren't a fan of people being hired just because they knew someone who worked there - especially when it came to the owner. “They never last.” You shook your head.
“Oh, c'mon. I heard his cooking is great.”
You raised an eyebrow as you went back to wiping down tables. “Biased opinions, probably. Of course they're gonna say his cooking is great. But good cooking isn’t everything in this line of work. You and I both know that.”
Wire had a thoughtful look on his face as he nodded. “That's true.” There'd been plenty of instances where a good cook was hired, but they couldn't deal with the rush or crazy customers. None of them would last through the night. “He seems like he'll hold well.”
You snorted, standing up and folding your arms across your chest. “That's what you said about the last guy.” You rolled your eyes with a grin. The poor sap didn't last half an hour.
“I was being optimistic?” You snorted and shook your head. “Oh sure. Optimistic.”
“I'm sure he'll become overwhelmed and leave within the hour.” That was your bet. You didn't usually expect much from newcomers, especially friend hires.
“Wow, not even giving me a real shot, huh?” A deep voice came up from behind you. A shiver ran down your spine - not from fear, but from the sheer attractiveness his voice had. Oh shit.
You turned around and the air left your lungs as the most beautiful and sexy man stood behind you. You blinked, trying to find words to say but your brain wasn't fully caught up with the situation. Holy shit, this was the finest man you'd ever seen in your life.
“You must be the head server with the high expectations then.” You opened your mouth to say something - only for nothing to come out. You glared over at Wire who held his hands up in surrender with a shit eating grin on his face. He knew that this man was exactly your type and chose to retain that information.
A sly grin spread across the cook's face. “Cat got your tongue? Where'd all that barking go?”
Your eyes widened, one of them twitching. Oh, he had a mouth on him too. It was on.
Finally, your brain caught up. It'd felt like eternity, but it was only a few seconds. You folded your arms across your chest, an unimpressed look crossing your features. “I believe I am giving you a chance, just don't have high hopes. Can’t in this line of work - takes a special breed.”
You looked him up and down. Fuck, he was fine as hell. “Anyway. They say you're a good cook. The customers will be the judge of that. That's not all, however. Where most people fumble is service itself. Always ends up being too much for people - too busy.”
Then your brain circled back to what he had said earlier. “And of course I have high expectations. I only want what's best for this place and I don't need people wasting mine or my coworkers time.”
The man before you just had an amused look on his face as he watched you. That irritated the shit out of you for reasons you couldn’t specify at the moment. “Don't worry, I won't be wasting anyone's time. I assure you, I won't be going anywhere either. You better get used to me now,” he crooned, leaning in as he spoke.
Your eyes narrowed at him. You wanted to punch him in his smug little face. “I've had plenty like you, too. Big talk. Think they'll last. Usually, they're the quickest to leave. Honestly, I’m being generous with an hour.”
He chuckled, straightening back out. “We'll see when I'm still here after rush then, huh? If I stick it out, which I will, what do I get for winning the bet?”
The sheer audacity of this man. You stared at him, but didn't hesitate in your answer. “A job, duh.” You rolled your eyes. “I don't have time for this. I have a floor to prep.”
The cook laughed. It was one of the most beautiful sounds you ever heard. Damn, you must just be horny. It had been a while since you've gotten laid, but you also had a rule of never sleeping with your coworkers. You didn't knock others for doing it, you just didn't personally. You felt it made things complicated - though you were also an overthinker. Too many what ifs. What if it didn’t work out? What if you hated working together? What if you spent too much time together? What if, what if, what if?
“I'll see you after dinner rush then.” He winked at you and your heart almost stopped. Jesus fuck, you were down bad for a man you wanted to strangle. He walked off, leaving you standing there with Wire. You watched him leave, admiring his fat ass as he left before you turned back to your best friend.
He burst into laughter and you narrowed your eyes. “You're the worst, you know that?” That caused him to laugh harder. “Oh my god. I was just waiting for the moment for the part where you both just tear off each other's clothes and start going at each other right there, holy shit.”
Your face immediately warmed up. “Shut up, Wire. No one asked you.” You folded your arms across your chest with a frown. “You could've fucking warned me he was hotter ‘n hell.”
Wire laughed again. “And miss the look on your face? That was priceless. I've never seen you be so taken aback before. The great y/n rendered speechless by the new cook.”
“Don't call him the new cook. He's gotta prove himself first.”
Another chuckle came from your best friend and he shook his head. You sighed, looking in the direction said man had left.
“What are you thinking about now?”
“How it's a shame he's not a baker with all that cake he's got. And how I wouldn't mind him icing mine.” Wire burst into laughter again and you just shook your head, clicking your tongue. “Too bad he won't last.”
Your attention shifted to the customers that walked in and you headed over to greet them.
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Rush was busier than usual. It was always insane, but it was even more so tonight. This was something you usually lived for, the chaos of the floor. It kept things interesting and helped time fly by. Slow nights drove you insane, which is why you were always scheduled the busiest nights too. Plus, you were insanely good at your job.
Being head server, your main job was just making sure that things were going out on time, keeping tabs on your servers, and taking care of any customer issues. You were technically a manager, yes, but you liked the title of head server better.
However, you could feel eyes on you all night. Yes, that's typically normal considering you're a server, but this was different. You also knew exactly who the culprit was. The new fucking cook. Every time you headed to the back or to the window, his eyes were on you. You'd glance at him, catching him red handed.
Only, he didn't look away like most people. He kept his stare, only offering up a grin and the occasional wink as he cooked. Your body heated up every time, flustered that he was so casual. Your mind was running wild with what you wanted him to do to you. You tried to keep yourself busy, but the growing heat across your whole body was making it hard.
You tried to lie to yourself, saying it was because rush was busier than usual and you were running around even more. Every time you finally started calming down, he seemed to appear out of nowhere with his stupid smile, sending you into a spiral again.
You could honestly punch him, that might just solve your problems. He was aggravating in every sense of the word. His cocky attitude was getting to you, making you even crabbier than you already had been. You were trying your best not to take it out on your fellow servers or the customers. It was fine for the most part.
After rush, you asked another server to cover the one table you had left so you could take a minute. You immediately beelined it to the walk in. You flung the door open, unbuttoning your shirt a few times as you entered. You closed your eyes, listening to the hum of the fans keeping it cool, and taking a deep breath as you fanned yourself with your hand.
Then the door opened, revealing the new guy. Someone mentioned his name was Killer. Funny. You wonder how he ended up with a stupid nickname like that.
You glared at him as the smug smile spread across his face. Unfortunately, you knew he didn't end up leaving. His eyes being glued to you all night constantly reminded you that he had proven you wrong. He actually had done pretty well and the customers seemed to enjoy his cooking. He'd be sticking around as long as he wanted now - the job was his. Which also meant you had to deal with the fact that you were going to have to see him almost every day.
“Guess you're stuck with me now, huh?”
“What are you even here for? Just to bother me?” You were in a foul mood and it was all his fault. You weren’t in the mood for his cocky attitude or ‘I told you so’ right now.
“Well, I originally came back here to grab something but now I don't even remember what it was supposed to be now that you're in front of me looking like that.”
You looked down at yourself, confused. “What? Gonna make fun of me?” You were disheveled and hot, your skin flushed in some places.
“No. You actually look really good like that.” A lazy smile appeared on his face as he folded his arms and leaned against the shelves. What the hell was he doing?
You could feel your body growing warmer despite the cooler air being blown at you. “The hell is your fucking angle? You've been staring all night and now you’re saying weird shit.”
He blinked, raising his eyebrows. “And here I thought I was being obvious.”
You stared at him for a moment as your head spun. What did- oh. Your eyes widened slightly and his grin grew. “Now you got it.”
Though, he didn't have much time to say anything else before you essentially pounced on him. You couldn't take it anymore, he'd been riling you up all night and you were at your wits end. And he was here, basically telling you to screw him. Actually, literally.
You had walked over, grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and kissed him hard. He grinned into you, wrapping his arms around you. “Finally,” he mumbled.
You shook your head. “Don't let your big mouth ruin it.” He just laughed before kissing you again, patting your ass. You took the hint, hopping up and wrapping your legs around him. He held you with ease, hands firmly on your ass as he pinned you to the shelves. He squeezed you hard, making a small whine escape your lips.
Your own hands pressed against his chest before pausing. You felt something through his shirt. “Oh my god - are your nipples pierced?” You had never moved faster than you were right now as you undid his shirt.
He blinked in confusion at your sudden shift of attention, disoriented and a little pouty that you pulled away like you did.
You opened his shirt and, lo and behold, piercings. Your eyebrow raised and a grin spread across your face. “Now, that's hot as hell,” you mused as you ran your hands across his broad chest and piercings, tugging at them a bit. You heard his breathing sharply hitch and you looked at him with a grin.
You squirmed out of his arms, making him look at you with a confused expression. You placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him backwards and guiding him essentially. He tripped, falling back into a few sacks of onions. He looked up at you as you slowly straddled him. “You’re gonna learn why I run the place tonight, guapo.”
Before he could ask you what that meant, you kissed him. Your hands found their way to his chest again, groping and squeezing him. He let out a few grunts in response, clearly enjoying himself. His hands found their way to your ass, squeezing roughly. You groaned against him, your head spinning.
You felt his hands move from your ass to your thighs, squeezing there too before they found their way to your waistband. It wasn’t long before he had your pants undone and your cock out. Part of you was glad you wore your comfy pants, easier to move around.
When the cold hair touched your cock, your breathing hitched as it twitched in his hand. “Fuck,” you mumbled.
Your head dropped down to his shoulder as he began to stroke your cock. A shiver ran down your spine from finally being touched by him. You’d been imagining it all night and you honestly couldn’t wait to get to the actual railing part. You planned on riding him like no tomorrow.
He removed his hand from your cock, causing you to whine in protest. “Patience,” he crooned, earning a glare from you. He just smiled at you, kissing you so soft and in a way that caught you off guard. It gave him leeway to spin you around and bend you over, pressing you into the floor. You yelped at the sudden movement and him pulling your pants down just enough to expose your ass to him.
“You fuckin- fuck.” Whatever insult you were going to say completely derailed as you felt one of his thick fingers slide into you with ease. He must’ve used your own precum to slick up his own fingers. You didn’t even realize that’s what he had been doing.
You sank to your knees, ass in the air as he worked you. Fuck, you didn’t like not being the one in control. It was a whole different feeling. You’d need to regain control but-
Your thoughts were interrupted as he inserted another one. Damn, his fingers were thick and drove you inside as they moved about inside of you. He worked you as if he’d done it a million times before - as if stretching you was something he did every day. You hadn’t pegged him for a whore but maybe he was, you didn’t know. Nor did you care that much.
You bit your bottom lip, your eyes rolling back as you felt the third one make its way inside of you. He pumped his fingers in and out of you before you suddenly felt his other hand wrap around your cock. Your eyes widened at the sudden double sided attack you were facing. A loud moan erupted from you as pleasure began to make your body really buzz. You wouldn’t last long at this point.
And you didn’t. It wasn’t long after he started his assault that you came hard, making a mess on the floor below - gonna have to clean that up later. He removed his hands from you, making you shiver as you were suddenly left empty. Fuck, what the hell was that about?
You weren’t about to let him have the upperhand again. You pushed yourself off the ground despite still being a bit disoriented from your high. You looked behind you, another shiver running down your spine. He looked down at you like you were his last meal on death row. Or like an apex predator that hasn’t eaten in weeks and you were a juicy antelope or something. The wild look in his eye made your heart race with excitement.
“Pull your dick out,” you instructed. He blinked at your sudden demand, but he didn’t hesitate. Your eyes widened as you saw the sheer size of him, but you also knew you could take it. You had plenty of toys that size - you just weren't expecting someone to actually have that size of cock.
“Too big for you? Wouldn’t be the first time.” That smug smile spread across his face and you had half the mind to just walk off, leaving him to his own devices. You were too horny for that though. You needed his dick in you right now.
“What did I say about your mouth,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes.
You moved, pressing yourself against the thick head. You bit the inside of your cheek as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. As he made his way inside of you, you began panting as he stretched your insides to the max. He was throbbing inside of you and you were throbbing around him. You could already feel your legs numbing with pleasure. Fuck, you were going to feel this tomorrow - and it was your double day. Awesome. You really were great at thinking ahead.
You were thinking about a head alright.
All your stupid thoughts went out the window as you felt Killer bottom out. He was completely inside of you now and you felt utterly full. You were panting heavily, as was he. Even being in the cooler, both of you were also sweating a considerable deal.
After a few moments of catching your breath, you began to move - slow at first, trying to find a good rhythm. You heard him grumbling about wanting to go faster. “If you wanted it your way, you shouldn’t have acted like a smartass,” you said. You were in control now and you were going to remind him of that.
Oh, how very wrong you were.
“Punish a smartass? I can do that.”
Before you could even process what he said, you felt him place his hands on the bottoms of your thighs before pulling your legs up and locking his hands behind your head. Was he really going to full nelson you right here in the fucking walk-in?
If someone opened the door right now, you’d be on display for everyone to see. Oh dear sweet Jesus, that somehow made everything hotter.
“I-” You weren’t even able to form a single word before he was absolutely using you. He pistoned his hips, slamming in and out of you - your own dick bouncing around. His cock dragged along your insides, hitting all the right spots in the process. Your head was spinning and your moans were loud despite your best attempts to quiet them. You just hoped the cooler was loud enough to muffle the noise enough. Walk-ins canceled out a lot of noise but they weren't completely soundproof.
Then you heard it. The click that signaled someone was opening the door. You scrambled quickly, but felt yourself being hoisted up inside as Killer stood up. He moved, heading to the part where the shelving stopped and the wall dipped in a little. It was the perfect little nook for hooking up. Why you didn’t start there, you weren’t sure.
He moved quickly, pressing you against the wall before pressing as close to you as he could to hide himself from view as well. Only when he did that, he shoved himself so deep inside of you so suddenly, you felt him slam into that sweet spot that made your vision go white for a moment and ecstasy flooded your body as you climaxed, making a mess of the wall before you. You inhaled but before you could make too much noise, his hand covered your mouth, muffling your noises right as the person walked in.
Your head was spinning and you were struggling to keep it together. “Find them?” you heard someone call. The door must’ve still been open.
“No! I could’ve sworn I saw Killer come back here.”
“Same. I thought I saw y/n.” A sigh could be heard.
“I wonder where they went.”
“Wherever it is, they’re probably shagging.”
“Probably not. Y/n is very against sleeping with their coworkers. We all know this.”
“Wire thinks otherwise and no one knows them better. Not to mention the insane sexual tension from dinner. It was painful to watch.”
If you weren’t about to explode at the moment, you would’ve been offended - maybe even said something. The only thing you wanted right now was them to leave so that Killer could fucking finish fucking you. You could deal with everything later. You didn’t care about what was being said.
Finally, the two of them left. Killer let out a sigh of relief. “I didn’t think they’d ever leave,” he said before slowly removing his hand from your mouth. You fell into a small coughing fit.
“Are you-”
“I swear to fuck, if you don’t finish what you started, I’m going to lose my marbles.”
Killer looked surprised for a moment before that stupid, smug smile was back. “Yes, boss.” You rolled your eyes but the attitude didn’t last very long as his hands gripped your hips and he started going to town once again.
Your nails dug into the metal walls of the cooler, your body both hot and cold. You were moaning and whining, not even caring if you were heard at this point. Your entire body was buzzing with pleasure. The fact that you’d already came twice and was more than likely going to a third time? You might just pass out from the euphoria of it all.
The line cook’s movements grew more desperate and erratic. You knew he wasn’t going to be lasting much longer and neither were you. Both of you were making enough noise and with the skin slapping on top of it, there was no way the cooler was masking all of it.
He slammed inside of you one final time, sending both of you over the edge. You came all over the wall again, knowing you were probably going to have to scrub the damn place at this point. You shivered as he filled you up to the brim and then some, feeling it trickle down your leg.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, panting heavily as you recovered. After some time, Killer straightened up, slowly pulling out of you. With how oversensitive you were right now, it almost riled you up again. When he pulled out, another shiver racked your body as you were suddenly left empty.
You heard him shuffle himself around before moving to help you. You turned around, looking at him. “Are you alright?”
At this point, you weren’t sure - still on cloud nine. “I think I’ll be fine.” You stretched a bit, wincing slightly. “Tomorrow’s gonna suck though.”
“I can cover for you.”
You looked at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. “No offense, but I think you’d be a shit server. Completely different vibe from cooking.”
He frowned. “And here I thought shagging you would take the attitude out of you.”
You raised a brow, putting your hands on your hips. “Is that what you thought? Sorry, this isn’t something that comes from needing to be laid. I’m just always a bitch - personality trait.” You shrugged, retying your apron. You fixed yourself up before looking over at Killer. You snorted, buttoning his shirt back up.
“Looks like I’ll just have to try again.” A smug smile appeared on his face and you looked at him, a smile tugging on the corners of your own. “You can try as many times as you want, loverboy. It ain’t happening.”
“I’ll ice that cake anytime.” Your eyes widened at his words and he laughed. “Yeah, I heard your little baker comment earlier. So you like my ass?” He winked, making your face turn red. “Fix your hair,” you mumbled. “Make it look less obvious we just boned.”
“Yes, boss.”
You rolled your eyes, flinging the walk-in door open to reveal several of your coworkers standing there. Wire grinned widely, a smug look on his face. “Everyone owes me twenty bucks.” There were collective groans. “No one knows our head server better than me, you should’ve known better than to bet against me.” He shook his head, holding his hand out as everyone forked over money.
“But they literally never sleep with anyone that works here ever,” someone protested, pouting.
“Wait - does that mean they were in there boning when we…?”
You knew right then and there - you were never going to hear the end of this.
#hopefully these are okay cause damn im slammered rn#hopefully this will tie yall over for the next week while i take care of some personal stuff before diving into the killer fic#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x you#am fics#killer one piece#killer x reader#killer#massacre soldier killer#smut pieces
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Echoes
Lucy Gray Baird & Coriolanus Snow
How could Snow know that a song written for him would come back to haunt him, all these years later?
Word Count: 1.5k
Tags: ANGST, no happy ending here folks, big spoilers for TBOSAS and The Hunger Games, time skips (back and forth), Lucy Gray gets the last laugh
Characters: Lucy Gray Baird, Coriolanus Snow, Katniss Everdeen
Read it on AO3!
A/N: This is a mish-mash of the book and the movie, and also my first attempt at fan fiction ever. I wrote a large chunk of this in the bathroom at Thanksgiving because I saw TBOSAS the night before and couldn't get it out of my head. I hope you enjoy, and any constructive criticism is always welcome! Also, I hate editing on my phone :)
The first time he’d ever heard the song, he was in a meadow, far from the prying eyes of the Capitol. Away from the television screens that broadcast his lover being thrust into the Games in a vain attempt at entertainment. The Games his life was bound to, forever.
The Games that, in a twist of fate, his lover had won purely through her charm and wit. The only weapon she wielded was his mother’s compact he’d given her in secret, filled with rat poison, which was returned when it was found on her person after the game. He was sure that if he hadn’t given her that compact and told her to hide under the arena, she’d have been dead before nightfall. She was a performer, after all.
She was there, Lucy Gray, sitting alone, idly strumming at her guitar. Once the Capitol released her back to District 12, she reunited with the Covey, her family, her one true reason that she needed to win in the arena.
At the time, he wanted to let himself think he was the reason she wanted to win, but deep down he knew her heart always laid with her misshapen family.
He slowly approached her, taking in the lyrics to the soft song she was singing. She sang so softly that if she sang any quieter, her words would be lost to the wind.
Are you
Are you
Coming to the tree?
He strolled further towards her, eyes scanning the empty landscape until they landed on the tree she was sitting under. Its branches were dry and could barely be called brown, and Lucy Gray was using a large chunk of it as a makeshift chair.
Where they strung up a man
They say murdered three
The lyrics to the song made him stop for a moment. Of all the things she chose to sing about, why would such a beautiful girl sing such a dark story?
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight
In the hanging tree
The second time he’d heard the song, he was in a forest, reeling at the pain from a trap his lover had set for him. Rain forced them to pause their journey of running from Panem, seeking shelter in a cabin among the trees. He didn’t know if his lover knew about the weapons stored beneath the floorboards, but as soon as he laid his hands on them, she must’ve thought his choice was already made.
She all but ran from the cabin, making an excuse to get food that she earlier deemed wasn’t ripe enough to eat. He knew that she was running from him, from the silver-tongued Capitol-raised son who was almost killed by her charms.
Almost.
He ran after her, gun in hand, looking to see where she’d run to. A rough trail turned into forest floor, trees suddenly the only thing he could see. He cautiously took more steps before his mother’s orange shawl he’d given her, crumpled in a small pile, came into view. Another piece of his mother given to her, being returned.
He bent down to pick up the shawl, snatching it off the ground when he felt a sudden pain shoot from his forearm. Stifling a scream from his lips, he frantically looked down, the source of his pain hanging from him.
An orange, black, and white banded snake was sunk into his skin. He ripped its fangs out from his arm with a grunt, the culprit slithering away into the grass before he could crush it with his boot.
He called out and asked the trees whether or not the snake was poisonous.
If she was trying to kill him, after everything he’d done for her.
There was a flash of bright color among the dark trees he was sure was Lucy Gray, and he fired. Without a thought, without remorse, and without a trace of the man he promised her he’d be.
He paused when he heard a grunt, a small part of him hoping he’d missed.
A larger part of him hoping he hadn’t.
He stalked through the trees, expecting to see her bleeding into the earth, but was met with her gold hoop earring, dangling with long pearls. He tucked it in his pocket, next to his compass and his mother’s compact.
He spoke again to the empty wood, saying this was enough, for her to stop.
The reply taunted him in his lover’s voice, dripping from the beaks of the dozens of jabberjays that started to circle above him.
Are you
Are you
Coming to the tree?
He craned his neck up to see his tormentors, ricocheting the voice of the girl he was running away with.
Where the dead man called out
For his love to flee
The voice of the girl that was now running from him.
He raised the gun that was slack in his arms, pressing the trigger and firing at the birds. He spun on his heel, desperate to stop hearing her voice colliding off the walls in his mind.
He fired frantically, screaming at the birds to shut up, but none of them seemed to hear his pleas or fall from the sky.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight
In the hanging tree
The third time he’d heard the song, his heart stopped, only for a moment. He was a decrepit old man now, his chin sporting a white beard that matched his hair, sitting at the head of the Capitol.
He faced a television screen that was broadcasting a large band of rebels, walking to the District 5 dam with explosives.
The attack was an act of treason against the Capitol, plain and simple. Giving the rebels a small glimmer of hope at rising against Panem’s government, all led by a seventeen-year-old girl.
The victor, the girl on fire, the Mockingjay, Katniss Everdeen; she went by many names, all of which made him want to crush her like the pest she was.
Even more when he learned she twisted a song written for him by a lover he wished he could forget.
Are you
Are you
Coming to the tree?
He diverted his eyes from the screen, lightly pounding his fist to his chest as he covered his surprise with a cough.
Where I told you to run
So we’d both be free
He blinked, and suddenly he was back in the meadow, watching Lucy Gray play from afar. Her soft voice floating through the gentle silence of the wind blowing against an open field.
Back in the forest, hunting her down and being taunted by jabberjays as the song cut through the dense forest that still visited him in his dreams.
He dug his blunt nails into his palm, standing up and walking over to a window that overlooked a courtyard. Other people in the room were glued to the television, gunfire mixing with the voices of the rebels.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight
In the hanging tree
The final time he heard the song, he was standing at a post, center attention to every eye that had invaded the Capitol. Alma Coin stood on a platform behind him, and the dearest Mockingjay stood with an arrow trained at his head.
His eyes met hers, cold and void of the emotion they held when they met. Her lips were held in a thin line, the drawstring of her bow taut against her nose.
Are you
Are you
Coming to the tree?
He raked his eyes across the crowd, and he swore for a moment he saw her. Lucy Gray, young and bright as the day he’d met her. He knew his mind was tricking itself, some rendition of his life flashing before his eyes, but he still sucked in his bloody breath at the hope of seeing her again.
He’d always been honest to the girl on fire, and for that, he hoped she’d give him a swift death; but instead, she moved her aim above him, letting the arrow fly and killing Alma Coin.
He jaw went slack, the metallic taste of his blood sliding over his tongue. She lowered her weapon as the crowd behind engulfed her form, surging at him as he closed his eyes tight.
A peaceful death wasn’t in the cards for him after all.
Wear a necklace of rope
Side by side with me
Regret didn’t surge through his veins for the countless lives he’d taken, the people he’d enslaved, or the Games; it was for the man he chose to be. Taking the guns from the floorboards of that cabin, hunting her like she was a bird with its wings broken, and swallowing her memory like a snake in the grass.
He didn’t deserve regret. He deserved a fiery endless hell that would barely serve his actions justice.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight
In the hanging tree
As brutal hands clawed at his skin, tearing his soul from his body, he brought his mind back to the memories he didn’t deserve to have. With her, his lover, Lucy Gray. The girl that was lost to the trees, erased from history in a hope that the all-powerful President Snow would always land on top.
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➳ romeo and juliet is so overrated. lf
• pairing: lee felix x gn!reader (ft. kim seungmin)
blind dates are shit. and yet you're still roped into one by your wonderful mother who can't wait for you to experience "true romance." but what happens if you end up getting a second date? except its not with who your mom set you up with.
• genre: fluff, humor (romcom?), blind date au, strangers to lovers — 5.2k words
• warnings: mentions of food, blind date gone wrong, first date awkwardness, minor cursing, story is not actually inspired by romeo and juliet (incase the title gives off otherwise)
• note: this is in the same universe as this seungmin fic i also wrote! you can go read that after if you'd like, but this was mainly written as a stand alone, so its not going to affect too much if you decide not to^^ also this was a pain to proofread cz my laptop kept freezing- if theres any mistakes im sorry 💀
ⓒ written by starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.
Blind dates are shit.
That was a motto you lived and breathed by—a belief you were very sure you'd end up taking to the grave. That's how much you detested the concept.
But like any sane person, you had a reason as to why attending a blind date was the last thing you'd ever want to do on a particularly good night—a time you could have used to relax from working the entire week. First of all, you'd much rather go on a date with someone you already knew. It saves the time normally spent trying to converse about the basics using small talk (you'd rather get to the more important topics, please.) And second of all—
—It never worked out for you.
Okay, maybe the second reason accounted for the bigger percentage of why you hated the process of blind dates so much, but who could blame you? Every blind date you've had so far has been either an "I'd-rather-not-experience-romance-in-my-life-anymore" bad, or good but with a catch that immediately turns you off. The only time the match you got vibed well with your standards, it turned out that they were already interested in someone else and were just forced on the date by their pushy mother.
Talk about relatable.
See, as much as you hated blind dates, your mother loved them to oblivion. The woman who birthed you was very determined to snatch you a person that would finally turn your "monochrome-painted single life" into one that had a significant other in it and give you a chance to finally experience bursts of color (her words, not yours.) The whole deal sounded like it came straight out of a fantasy book, one that had the concept of soulmates in it. Sometimes you wondered if she was doing all this so that she could finally leave you in the responsibility of someone else. Granted, you also did know the actual reason she desperately yearns to get you married soon was because apparently their children's lives were her friend group's only source of entertainment.
So when your mother called you out of the blue one night, telling you she'd gone ahead and set up a blind date with you and this other lady that she met in the market's son, you weren't anywhere near surprised. At that point, this was merely another normal day for you. Which was why, like an obedient child, you agreed ever so soullessly, just wanting to get the situation over with as soon as possible. If you had your way, you would have wished for nothing more than to laze on the couch with your roommate Seungmin, trying to watch whatever Netflix had to offer for this bleak afternoon.
But you couldn't—which resulted in you glaring heavily at the guy comfortably melted on your shared couch. He looked like he had not one care in the world, something you could probably trade your precious trinket collection for. "I hate you so much," you whined in defeat, pacing near the kitchen. "Why can't you go instead of me?"
Seungmin scoffed lightly in the background. "Yeah, right. Not interested," he shifted his position to make eye contact with your distressed form, "Just don't go? The world seems to give you bad dates anyway, so why not take fate's obvious advice and stop attending them?"
"But my mom would be so mad! It's also rude for me to stand the guy up after I said I would go…" Your roommate muttered something under his breath, but you had other things to worry about than what you would have guessed were his complaints about your indecisiveness. The date was set for two hours from now, and you haven't even stepped out of the apartment because of nerves.
Sure, you considered blind dates a waste of time for you, but that doesn't mean you don't get nervous when you're literally meeting new people who are expected to hit it off with you. At the end of the day, these were still strangers, and wanting to make a good first impression was a normal thing to feel. At least that's what you keep telling yourself as you tap your foot impatiently against the hardwood floor. You were very well aware of Seungmin's nasty side-eye directed towards your fidgeting, but he can take that complaint up with himself.
Deciding to suck it up and finally go, you called out to your roommate, who had already diverted his eyes to be glued to the TV screen. "Min, I have to go now," you informed him through your light pants, absolutely feeling the rush already even though you were still only trying to get your shoes on at the front.
"Sure. Enjoy," he waved you off quickly, not even bothering to spare you a glance. The show he's been waiting to watch was playing on the screen, letting you know Seungmin was already immersed in the story. You fondly rolled your eyes at his actions before heading out the door.
The outside world was a lot more welcoming today than you would have liked. With the temperature being perfect and the sun having mere hours until it says its goodbyes, casting a dim shade over the streets almost like a filter—it felt too perfect for a day you were expecting to go home and feel sorry for yourself once again. You clicked your tongue at the pitiful reminder and started picking up your pace. The sooner you got this over, the sooner you could return and mope around in the comforts of your warm bed.
Who needs a significant other? Your bedroom was filled enough on its own.
It almost pained you to walk past the beautiful park, its landscaping coaxing you to stay and live your evening enjoying the gentle breeze. But you were already at your first destination, a whole building apart from the land of temptations, and you bitterly thought that whoever planned to build the two next to each other was a shameless sadist who wanted to ruin what was left of the positivity in people like you.
For someone wearing such an expensive-looking (emphasis on looking) semi-formal attire, one would think that you were heading to your plans via private transport. Clearly, that was what others seemed to think too, each one attempting to peel their eyes off you because of the way you stood out in the busy area. Well, boo hoo to them (and you; especially you), because no. You weren't. Not even a small vehicle called a motorcycle was available for your personal use. In fact, the area being mentioned is actually the train station, which is a few blocks away from your apartment complex. It was expected for the place to be cramped around this time—a rush hour filled with people wanting to go back home after a tiring day.
Oh, how you wanted to be one of them.
Yet instead, you were doing the exact opposite, boarding the public transportation because you had an appointment at dinner time. It's fine; you pat yourself on the back. Free dinner is still free dinner; you were not heading back home a complete loser tonight. That was, of course, if the gentleman you would be meeting in about an hour would be willing to pay the entire bill. The thought alone of the thin roll of paper left a sour taste in your mouth. Or maybe that was just the lemon-flavored toothpaste you used earlier.
The train ride was surprisingly the most bearable part of your day so far. Silence was always appreciated when it was needed, and you definitely needed it now. The white noise provided by the engines and the sound it made when the rails of the track came into contact with the train had you feeling drowsy. It was almost perfect; the ambience was relaxing enough for you to forget about today's agenda. Perhaps if this continued a bit more, you would walk out of this train and change plans to have an exciting "me time." However, that wish was shattered in seconds as you gripped your mobile phone tightly, reading the new message over and over again.
He's looking forward to meeting with you.
You didn't know if the dude was genuinely that deprived of a love life to look forward to meeting with a random person his mother set him up with in the grocery store—or that your own mother was twisting his words just to send you something, anything, that'll make you unable to turn around and ride another train back home. Either way, it looks like it's her lucky day because whatever the deal was, it actually worked on you.
In a blink of an eye, you were already staring up at the fancy restaurant where it was agreed the two of you would meet. The building itself was already quite intimidating: tall, pristine white pillars you could barely name the material of (you weren't bougie enough for that), high ceilings with multiple intricate chandeliers—each adorned with crystal-like glass—and hints of gold plating along the walls. The people around you were on a different level as well, all dressed up in expensive brands you don't even know how to pronounce. It's safe to say that the place was a whole different world than the one you just came from.
So, what the heck are you even doing here?
How did your mother even arrange this for you? Was the guy a conglomerate's son or something? And if so, you really had to get this over with, stat. As much as you would love the experience, this was too much pressure. The rich life was not for you—money is great, but this much is quite nauseating. It's an acquired taste, you guess.
"Excuse me, are you looking for your table?" An employee approaches you, most likely having seen your absolute distress over the situation. You quickly accepted the help and told her your name. "Your table with Mr. Seo is the second one to the right, along the windows."
Oh, so his last name was Seo? You knew it was already suspicious when your mother refused to tell you anything about his identity; which, now that you think about it, why did you even agree to? This man could be a serial killer, and you would be walking right into his trap. Still, you thanked the employee and beelined towards the direction she pointed. You saw the table easily, but the scene that accompanied it was not what you had expected.
Confusion hits you like a pile of bricks. That was him, wasn't it? Or were you mistaken? Checking your mother's message to confirm your suspicions (she had sent you another text saying that the guy was already there waiting), you were able to conclude that it was, in fact, the person who was supposed to be your date.
So if that's him, then who's the other one he's with?
"Psst," you heard someone call out. You knew better than to assume it was for you, though. This restaurant is a public space and may very well be getting the attention of another person. Plus, you don't even know anyone else at this place. "I know you heard me. Just look back; I'm talking to you," the voice followed up. But, you won't fall for it—you weren't born yesterday, and that could not have been for you. It's only common sense, right?
"Are you serious?" They sounded exasperated. "Person standing there like an idiot looking at the table by the window where a couple is sitting, please turn to me."
Oh. It's you.
Your head snapped towards the source of the voice, only to find a handsome face of a male around your age staring at you with eyes filled with amusement, his arms crossed and leaning against the tabletop. He looked to be seated alone, without a companion. You only tilted your head slightly as a way of asking what he wants from you.
Motioning over to your blind date's table, he asked, "You've been staring at them for a while. Is that your lover or something?" Your face contorted in offense, baffled at his words.
"What? No?"
"Good," he chuckles briefly, "I thought I'd have to console someone who got cheated on. By the way, do you want to take a seat first? You standing up right now is quite awkward…"
Realizing the scene you must've been making, you took his offer in embarrassment. "Yeah, thanks. But, no—I don't have a lover," you sighed, feeling your energy drain from the situation. "That guy was supposed to be my blind date, though. I have no idea what's happening." The man in front of you laughed. If you didn't agree with him that the turn of events was hilariously comical, then you would've been very annoyed at the action. Though admittedly, his adorable laugh was also a big factor. This man was attractive, no doubt. Why isn't he your date instead?
"That's a funny coincidence, I'm here on a blind date too," he glances over at the same table, "your date is with mine."
You gaped at the revelation. What is this? A rom-com? There's no way these things actually happen! Or maybe they do—and you experiencing it firsthand right now would be enough proof. Looking at him with concern, you decided to speak. "Should we tell them?" He simply shook his head in response.
"Nah, I'd rather not. Why do you think I hadn't already? Look at them; they seem to be having a great time."
Seeing your two dates interact, there was no doubt they were hitting it off. Which was bad news to you, since now you just ended up wasting your time by coming here. You knew you should've just stayed home and flaked on the guy. Lesson learned: trust your gut instinct. It could save you a whole lot of time (and money, because when are train stations going to be free?) You mean, good for him for finding a date he liked, but this whole thing just turned out to be a huge mistake for you. But even with that, you didn't want to disturb them—you weren't some antagonist who ruins hope for others because they can't get a happy ending.
Your silence must have been uncomfortable for the male across from you since he decided to break the silence. "So, random offer—do you still want a date? Maybe we could just be each other's," he says, pointing to you and him.
That... wasn't a bad offer.
In fact, it was a good offer. You didn't know much about this man, but something told your gut to see wherever this took you, and from what you experienced today, always trust your gut. Now, if you had to be honest, his face also played a big part in your spontaneous consideration. You weren't one to judge solely on one person's physical appearance alone, but the guy before you screamed a green flag, and you just couldn't ignore it. As a skeptic might say, you'll believe it when you see it—or, in this situation, you'll regret it once you're given a reason to.
"Sure."
The man before you looked shocked, almost like he couldn't believe that you had agreed to his offer. Was it a joke? Did you read the situation wrong? Maybe he was just trying to lift the mood but actually wanted to go home—you knew you did before this happened. However, all your doubts melted away instantly after seeing his wide smile, eyes sparkling with excitement and newfound interest. You swear you stopped functioning after seeing the sight.
Oh my, he's cute.
You felt your face heat up at the thought that invaded your mind. Get a grip, Y/N! This is a first date—you can't simp right away. At least make yourself seem appealing to the guy! You bit your lip, swallowing heavily at the sudden pressure put on you by your oh-so-fantastic mind. It's fine—you can do this. Icebreakers it is!
"So, what's your name?" You asked curiously, remembering that you've been referring to him as "the man" for the past few minutes that you've known each other.
He perked up at your question. "It's Felix. Lee Felix," he replied politely while waving his hand for a waiter to bring the menus. After gaining the attention of one, he turned back to you. "What about you?"
"It's Y/N," you responded back. "You have an English name; are you half-foreign?" He hummed at your observation, the low tone catching you off guard. You had already noticed that his voice was deeper than what you had expected from looking at his face, but there was just something extra attractive about that hum. Catching your mind wandering again, you cleared your throat quietly.
"Good catch. I'm actually from Australia," he told you, the grin on his face growing a bit more at the mention of the place. He must really love Australia, huh? "My parents are both Korean, but I grew up there. Came here just a few years ago for work."
Does that mean he's here all alone? That must've been tough for him as well, to live in a whole new country and basically start his life over. You had major respect for people like that; they were what you saw as hardworking and goal-oriented. Sometimes, you even envied them. They could do so much with their lives with that mindset alone. You wish you could be like that someday too. It would be nice to rise above your current state right now—your job was paying enough to get you through the months, but there were still times where you had to worry about finances. Luckily, having a roommate helped with the rent portion of your bills.
Speaking of Seungmin, didn't he say he had an Australian co-worker?
"That's interesting! Australia, huh? I think my roommate mentioned something about having an Australian co-worker. I can't remember his name right now," you shared, "but imagine if you turned out to know each other. If you want, I can ask my roommate to introduce you two! I just thought it'd be nice for you to have another person from Australia with you. Deal with homesickness and all that, you know?"
You didn't think Felix's eyes could shine even brighter, but somehow they managed to do so. "That would be great! Expanding my social circle would be nice too. Making friends is a lot harder now that you're an adult," he sighs.
"You can say that again," you chuckled at his slightly dampened mood. Felix was quite expressive, you noted to yourself. Reading him wasn't hard, but it wasn't as if he put his whole heart on his sleeve either. If he was the type of person to show himself when he found you trustworthy, then you might have to thank him for being comfortable around you. Yes, blind dates didn't normally work for you, but that doesn't mean you didn't try. Of all the dates you've been on, you could only remember one where your efforts were practically zero, and that was just because the guy was a douche from the beginning. Felix was a lot different than the other people you've gone on dates with before—he was relaxed, treated you a lot more casually, yet still emitted that interest. You had a good feeling about where this was going.
When the menus pulled up, you and Felix had already exchanged some basic interests with each other. This match must've been blessed by the gods because there was a lot you had in common, something you didn't even expect. You and him met under random circumstances, yet you had more chemistry with Felix than you had with any other of your past flings. Which, now that you say it like that, maybe that was why they only stayed as flings.
"Do you see anything you like?" Felix asked from across the table. You quickly scrambled to flip through the menu pages, trying to find something that interested you—too distracted earlier to even do so. Yet, just when you thought you could resume talking to him, you realized a big issue.
What even were these dishes?
You might have never eaten in a place this fancy before, but—nevermind. That was exactly it. You've never eaten in a place this fancy before and therefore had no idea what all the dishes would taste like. You didn't consider yourself to be such a picky eater, but at that moment, you felt like your appetite was slowly leaving at each description of the meal you read under a dish name—wait, caviar?
Felix seemed to have caught on to your discomfort, because he spoke up once again. "Hey, do they not interest you? It's fine if you don't find something you want to eat," he says in a reassuring tone, letting you know that you don't have to feel bad. "Do you want to perhaps ditch this place? I know a good pizza place down the road."
Your jaw immediately dropped at his nonchalant suggestion. Is this just something he does often? Make completely random (and baffling) offers? Well, to be fair, both of his offers to you have been good so far. Some pizza would be nice after everything that had happened today. However, this place is super expensive! That was the whole reason you felt uncomfortable ordering from the menu presented to you at the moment. He went through all the trouble of booking this place just for his first date to hit it off with someone else, so you sure weren't about to let his second date, which was you, let the whole reservation go to waste. Rich or not, you still had the decency to respect the effort that was put into getting a table at this place.
"Felix, you can't be serious," you spluttered out, feeling a bit disoriented due to the situation. "I'm well aware of how much it costs to even be here, so we can't just leave!"
He only chuckles at your worry, making you widen your eyes even more. "Oh, yeah. I know that too. But to be honest, my date was the one who booked this place, it looks like their money was well spent though," he says, glancing back over at the table where your original date and his were, the two conversing naturally while dining. You purse your lips at the information. Okay, maybe that was a valid point. Plus, you really are craving pizza.
Facing him, you divert your eyes in embarrassment. "I-I would also like pizza."
Felix wouldn't say it out loud, but he found you really cute. Even more so right now, with you having that shy look on your face. He felt a strong urge to tease you and see more of that adorable expression, but he held himself back. One wrong move, and he'd end up being an asshole. Was it not normal to feel that way? You two have only met after all. But he felt it earlier—you were quite different than the other dates he's had.
Despite being a very loving person, he wasn't one to believe in love at first sight. Yet, the moment he saw you standing all confused and flustered earlier, it immediately caught his full attention. It was as if fate wanted to bring you two together—and even though it sounds so cheesy, like something out of a romantic comedy, he found himself thinking that he could get on board with it. It wasn't even an hour since you met, and you were already creeping into his heart. It wasn't too fast, but just the right pace to know that something clicked. The feeling felt weird—who knew a stranger could have this much impact on you? He surely didn't. But maybe that was why he felt it a lot stronger than you did—not that he even knew what you thought of him.
Felix himself knows well that he was not a let-the-date-into-his-car kind of person on the first few dates (and most especially on the first date), but somehow he found himself breaking his own rule for the first time ever since getting a vehicle of his own. Not that he would leave his dates to get home on their own, of course—he would always politely offer to pay for their cab home. The idea of taking a (for the most part) random stranger somewhere in his car when it was just the two of them alone didn't sit right with him. Felix is well aware that he could've been seen as uninterested by some of the dates, but it wasn't like they were entirely wrong. He only went on blind dates anyway, so the chance of meeting someone who actually interested him enough to imagine a dating life was not that high in the first place.
Yet here you were, sitting awkwardly beside him on the passenger's seat. It wasn't like you weren't comfortable—okay, maybe you were a bit uncomfortable; but that was only because getting into the car of a person you just met about an hour or more ago was not something you planned for yourself tonight. Heck, none of this was on your list of expected events tonight. Firstly, you didn't even get to say a single word to the date your mom set you up on, and secondly, you scored yourself a completely different person! All you wanted was to stay in your bed the whole evening and mope like the hermit you are.
Oh, if only Seungmin could see you right now.
The rumbling sound of the car made itself present to your ears, effectively taking you out of your thoughts. "Let's go?" Felix asks you—the thoughtful gesture awakening butterflies in your stomach. What in the world is going on with you? This man was literally just doing the simplest things, and yet he already seemed to glow in your eyes. You're not falling, are you? You don't fall easily.
At least that's what you believed.
"Y/N?" He questioned, his voice mixed with a hint of concern. "I hope you're alright with all of this. Are you uncomfortable? Maybe I should've asked before we decided to take my car; I'm sorry—do you want to just walk there?" He panicked, which made you panic at his distress too.
"N-no! It's fine; I'm fine—are you fine?" Great, now you were both bundles of nerves. Felix wanted to kick himself for starting the situation. Where did all his earlier confidence go? That, he didn't know. Either way, he wished for it to come back and help him earn some points from you. You, on the other hand, were almost on the verge of collapsing from stress. "Let's just head there," you squeaked, to which Felix only nodded (a bit too quickly.)
"Sorry," Felix sighs, unable to look at you due to his focus on the road. "This is the first time I'm doing this, so I don't know what to do."
You tilted your head at him in confusion. "You mean a date?" He shook his head.
"Driving a date, I mean."
"Really now?" You exclaimed with interest. "I would've never guessed that! You look like the type of guy a lot of people are interested in. You're quite popular, aren't you?"
He chuckles in amusement at your words. "I don't think I'd use that word to describe me. I only do blind dates anyway. Unfortunately I haven't found my person from those ones," he says, glancing at you for a split second, "but maybe the wait was all worth it."
You couldn't help but huff at his act of flirting, rolling your eyes playfully. He got you there. You didn't think Felix would be this smooth, but seeing as he boldly set up a date with you earlier, maybe this was to be expected. "That was a good one, Mr. Lee." At your response, Felix's eyes shone with excitement. He did that a lot when he was happy, you thought mentally. You had to bite back a laugh at how fast he changed up—though you had to admit that was part of his charm.
It was safe to say that the rest of the date went very well. For such a spontaneous plan, you enjoyed it a lot more than you had thought you would. Plus, you found a new pizza place! You'd have to eat there again soon; everything on the menu seemed really good. Unfortunately, you didn't get to eat at the venue because it was full—something Felix panicked over once again. After a while of negotiating (because he wouldn't let it go), you two ended up having an impromptu picnic at a nearby park, enjoying the quiet surroundings that were dimly lit by the street lights. You had never experienced going on a picnic at night before, so this was going to be on the list of firsts you experienced today with Lee Felix—a guy that you didn't even know until a couple hours ago.
It's crazy how fast someone can come into your life and already make unforgettable memories. In the short period of your date, the two of you learned a lot about each other. Whether both of you would be able to keep this up and progress or not, this was going to be a night you would remember for years to come. Who knows—maybe it would make an exciting old people tale to tell in the future?
"So hey," Felix starts nervously, stopping the car in front of your apartment complex. He pauses for a short second before exhaling and facing you with a determined gaze. "I'm not quite sure about how you feel, but I really enjoyed this date. Do you think we can go on more?"
"Sure," you were unable to stop the wide smile from appearing on your face, very satisfied with the chance of a second date. "I'd like that."
"Oh, damn. I'm glad," he quickly relaxes before getting alarmed by something and snapping his head towards you again. "Wait, your parents are fine with you not meeting with that other guy right?"
You chuckled at his apprehensive form, entertained by his precaution. "I'm pretty sure my mom just wants me to find someone nice and go marry them."
"Marry? Hold on, that's for a later date," you felt your cheeks warm at the implication of his words, yet Felix keeps going. "But that's good. I thought there was a chance this was going to end up like some Romeo and Juliet thing where your parents get mad because you're supposed to marry the other guy."
"Felix, relax," you managed to comfort him through stifled laughter. "I'm not some high-status rich person, you know?"
After your short conversation to end the night, you enter the apartment complex with a huge smile pasted on your face. Lee Felix was an amazing guy, that's for sure; you still can't believe he wants a second date. You let out a quiet squeal of happiness, speed-walking towards your apartment to brag to your roommate.
"Yeah, Romeo and Juliet is so overrated anyway."
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OKAY OKAY I COULDN'T CONTAIN MYSELF
A man or a monster.
Yoshi and Shen have 3 children together: Yoshi II, the oldest, representing the bond between the clan and the yokai, and little Chisenshiro, an homage to the sacred name and to the little boy Yoshi grew up with.
For a long time things were good and chill, so pacific in fact that some of the clansmen were leaving for the modernity of the city. Not many, but it was clear that since their mission wasn't as proeminent as before, times of peace allowed them to leave without facing guilt or banishment. Yoshi grew to be a good and loving father, and a specially protective husband.
It's because things were good that the tragedy felt all the more painful.
Shen sensed a disturbance in the air first. For days she left the mountains to look for the source of the threat. There was something wrong, she told Yoshi, and she knew he could feel it too. But how the fuck would they explain that? He couldn't exactly summon his warriors because of a hunch. He tried, but the council argued he was being paranoid since the times were of peace.
Well, that blew up on their faces when the fucking Shredder came around with an army of corrupted humans and yokai alike and proceeded to wipe out every single Hamato on sight. He killed elders, women, children. Babies. The warriors, samurai and ninja, tried to put up a fight, but his power was unmatched. Yoshi hadn't known it was an attack. For all he knew his little brother had come to see him after all this time. He'd been excited and hopeful, and that hope blinded him to Saki's true intentions.
Yoshi barely survived, his children had to do most of the fighting to keep their family alive, and Shen carried all of them away from the massacre ocurring with the help of her father in law, Riku. Chiseburo, his wife, had been the first one victim to the Shredder as she saw through his façade.
They hid in the forest, having to move often to avoid capture from the army the Shredder had sent after them, settling in the city with an old member of the clan that had left before the incident. Life in the city was specially hard for Shen and the kids, as they were still part yokai and needed to be connected to their roots. The boys could grow used to the lack of energy they felt for the broken connection, but Shen grew weaker by the day and no one knew if she would survive. Nobody had made a pact like Yoshi and Shen's before.
And that wasn't the only problem. The moment of relative safety was cut short when they received a message from Shredder declaring war against japan unless Hamato Yoshi and his family - all of the people who had left the clan too - came forward to face him. They were hopeless.
Until Yoshi found about an american organization specialized in detaining dangerous supernaturals to keep the lives of humans as normal and mystic free as possible. He connected to them and asked for help, but it wouldn't be simple as that, as they couldn't just trust a random guy from half the world away. With a heavy heart Yoshi said goodbye to his family and promised they'd be whole again. He would be back. Shen allowed him to go, but as soon as he left, her spirit collapsed and she fell into a deep sleep.
In America the organization put Yoshi through all sort of test and trial to prove his story because, unbeknownst to him, Saki had made himself a very respectable public figure in japanese society. They accepted his request for help only after he proved that he himself wasn't just a delusional lunatic and showed his powers.
The look in agent conducting his case as he heard Yoshi's retelling of what happened gave him a bad foretelling, but he forced it down as he promised they'd work on his case.
If he in turn worked for them.
Forbidden from contacting his family by any means, and unable to feel them in his soul, JY0B2's mind withered and deteriorated to the point he was barely human. He spent years being subjected to tests, sent to violent missions, used as a hit man; and experiment after experiment, his memory of the reason he was there faded only more and more, to the point he couldn't remember what life outside had been.
After a mission that almost ended his life he hid in the sewers aiming to go back to base after he lost his enemies but found his injuries were too severe do that. He spent 3 days in the sewers, where he found something. A small rat. In the back of his mind he remembered that yokai had a connection to animals and he was part yokai, and in the back of his mind he remembered a stunning Jorogumo saying she'd devour his flesh like a black widow eats a rat, but it was all blurry and confusing. He called the rat Yoshi. It felt right. And when he went back to base, he still had the animal with him.
"It's fine, Yoshi." He said, laying in his cell and stroking the rodent's furr. It squeaked. "I promise I'll bring you back to your family in my next mission. I just don't want to be alone now."
That promise he wouldn't break.
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Bro I fr am enjoying writing this shit. What the actual fuck. I LOVE IT. Also, finally, we see a glimpse of Splinter. Is Yoshi gonna mutate? Or is it JY0B2? I WONT TELL YA HEHEHEHEHEHEH
BUT I am workin on art for the pathetic lil man so there's that. And his rat friend. And also the monster wife, I made her extra hot and extra dangerous.
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I can see through you
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (you're here)
Satan/gn! MC (they/them pronouns)
Third person POV (both Satan and MC)
Word count: 4.5k
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Awkward silences and Satan being in denial that's it
Wasn't expecting the second chapter to be double the length of the first one but haha here we are
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Satan was sitting on one of the armchairs in his room, reading the book MC had gifted him.
He hated to admit it, but the human had a good taste in books.
The book was about the life of a man; a completely ordinary man, whose most interesting aspect was the fact he had a cat as a pet. Said cat was the narrator of the book, which made the man's life more exciting.
It truly was thrilling to see the world though a cat's eyes. Just how every moment seemed like an adventure, the uncertainty of it all...
Amazing
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He was just reading a part in which the man had brought his cat for a stroll, and Satan was absolutely mesmerized by the way the cat saw the world; the plants, the animals, the sky, so high up.
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The cat viewed its owner as their companion, part of their litter. The way it described him was endearing; how protective he was of it, how he loved to pet it, how he was always by its side...
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What the fuck
He let out a curse and set his book aside. He couldn't quite ignore the attendant this time, since they were knocking on his door.
Just what the hell did they want now?
Wait.
Maybe they had brought him another book?
What if it was another book on cats?
Satan got the mental image of MC, looking through the extensive library at Cocytus Hall, searching for another book that could interest him. He smiled lightly, despite himself.
Truth be told, the attendant had been in his mind more often as of late since they had gifted him the book.
And he hated it.
How dare they be nice to him when he had been nothing but mean to them up until then.
And how dare they try to strike up conversation with him more often about mundane topics like his favorite type of flower or what other hobbies he had, as if they were actually trying to get to know him.
He actually mattered to them?
Preposterous.
He shook any weird thought out of his head and opened the door, and sure enough there they were.
They weren't holding a book this time.
And they weren't pleasantly smiling up at him.
No, this time they had distress clear on their face, in their hands a kitchen cloth.
"What is it?" He asked, not at all concerned at seeing how worried they seemed, of course.
"I was taking a walk in the garden when, suddenly, I started hearing some faint meowing coming from the cypresses," Satan's eyes widened at that "and sure enough, there were some kittens under a cypress, five kittens Satan and... Oh gosh, I tried to search for the mother but she was nowhere to be seen!" They were truly panicked "I don't know if their mom abandoned them, or where she might be, maybe the mother rejected all of them? I don't know if they're in a bad condition, I don't know much about kittens, all I know is," they looked up at him "you know about kittens, you know about cats, and I need your help"
Oh they were a good liar alright.
The thing about them finding some kittens was true, but they were more than aware that the mother would soon be back.
It was a common trait in cat moms, after giving birth and making sure all her kittens are alright, mama cat would sometimes hide her litter and leave them alone for a short amount of time in order to search for food or new shelter.
They knew this because they always listened to Satan when he talked.
This one time, a bit after their first arrival at the Devildom, MC had been wandering around the gardens when they started hearing some faint meowing, much like this time.
They got near the source of the crying, and found Satan crouching behind some bushes, hiding from the kittens...?
"What are you doing?" they asked, puzzled.
Satan shot his head up to look at them, grabbed their arm and pulled them down with him.
He then shushed them, frowning at them.
"What?" they whispered.
Satan rolled his eyes, and pointed at the kittens.
MC tilted their head, confused.
"Yeah, there are some kittens there...?"
He groaned, and started moving his hands effusively. They just stared at him.
"Where's their mother?"
Stan threw his hands in the air, exasperated, then pointed behind his back.
"Why is she gone?"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP" he whispered-yelled.
They jumped a little, almost falling in the bushes if Satan hadn't grabbed their arms and pulled them just in time, causing them to stumble and fall on top of him.
"Get off me, you-!"
"Shhhh!"
"What the fu-"
"The mother! She's here!"
They both stayed frozen. Satan followed their gaze, and found mama cat, jumping down from a wall.
They followed her with their gaze as she went to her crying litter. She laid down beside them, and used her paws to bring them closer to her, so they could feed off her.
MC smiled at the heartwarming moment.
"She came back!"
Satan looked up at them.
They were propped up by their elbows, their face awfully close to his, their body pressed against his own. They stared in awe at the family of cats, a smile grazing their features.
Satan's breath got caught in his throat.
"Get off me"
They seemed to get back to their senses, looking back at him, and as they realized what a compromised position they had found themselves in, they were quick to jump back, away from him.
Satan raised himself from the floor, wiping his hands on his sweater.
He looked up at them, and found them looking back at him, red painting their cheeks. His own face reflected their blush.
After a few seconds of awkward staring, MC broke the silence to say:
"So, why are you hiding?"
Satan directed his gaze back to the cats, and when he saw that the mother wasn't paying them any mind, he said:
"I didn't want to alarm the mother"
They nodded, understanding.
"Did you see her giving birth?"
He shook his head.
"I came here looking for some peace to read my book when I started hearing some meowing. All of the kittens had already been born by then, and the mother was cleaning them"
"How long have you been here?"
He blushed at the question, embarrassed.
"...Two hours?"
Their eyes widened and they chuckled.
"And what about your book?"
Satan looked to the side, where his book laid, forgotten.
"...I'll find some other time to read it"
They laughed again, and Satan joined their laughter.
They stayed there in silence, looking at each other, a light blush on their faces, until MC averted their eyes, flustered. Satan coughed, flustered as well.
He directed his gaze to the cat family, where MC was looking at.
"...Do you think Lucifer will let me take one of the kittens in?"
"No way in hell"
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"...Pun intended"
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"..."
"...Did you know that kittens are born with blue eyes?"
And so, Satan spent the next 30 minutes or so explaining multiple facts about cat birth and kittens; how the mother takes care of them, how they learn to survive, their relationship with their siblings, etc. He was like a walking encyclopedia.
And MC listened to every word he said. He rambled on with a glint in his eye, and was very passionate about everything. MC was mesmerized.
And how could he look so pretty while talking about how cats eat their own placenta after giving birth?
MC recalled that moment with endearment.
Once again, the first thing on their mind while stumbling across something cat-related was none other than Satan.
Truth be told, they just wanted to relive that moment with him.
Hopefully it would bring them closer, like it had already happened once.
Or rather, will happen in the future.
Whatever.
Satan was dumbfounded at their sudden rambling and anxiousness about the situation.
They truly looked like they had no idea how to handle the situation, and Satan felt a sudden surge of pride at the fact that they had come to him for help– not anyone else. Not one of his brothers, not Solomon, no, him.
He felt nice. He felt special. He felt seen. All because of them.
"Show me where the kittens are" he said, like he was on some kind of rescue mission, which to him it definitely was.
MC almost laughed, but they had to keep up the "damsel in distress" façade.
They nodded to him and made their way to the garden, where the kitties were waiting for him.
They walked side by side without uttering a word. The bounce in their step was gone, Satan noticed. They were definitely perturbed then.
After a while of walking, Satan broke the silence to say:
"...What's the kitchen cloth for?"
MC looked down at their hand, where they were holding a kitchen cloth.
"I uh- figured maybe we could use it? For... Something?"
"What are you planning to do with the kittens?"
"I'm not sure, that's why I went for you. And I ran to the kitchen to grab this, in case we might need it."
Satan nodded, convinced.
They arrived at the back door and reached the gardens, where MC guided him through to where they had seen the kittens.
It was under one of the biggest trees in the garden, a cypress that stood in a row of many other cypresses.
"Here they... are?"
Both of them stared at where MC was pointing with their hands, but they found that the kittens were gone.
"W-what happened?! They were here just a second ago!"
Satan looked from the base of the tree trunk to the attendant, then back to the tree trunk and once more to the attendant.
"The mother must have taken them somewhere else"
His resolve sounded almost disappointed, MC noticed.
They felt their heart sink at that.
"Maybe they are still around here? We could search for them."
"If the mother took them with her then that means everything is alright with them. No need to search for them. They'll be fine"
Their shoulders shagged.
He was right, of course.
He always was.
There was nothing to fix if everything was alright.
If everything happens as it should happen.
"...Yeah"
Satan noticed their dejected expression.
"Is something wrong?"
He couldn't care less if something was wrong, he thought right after asking. Why was he asking?
Why would they be disappointed that the cats weren't there? Weren't they worried about their well-being? It was obvious the cats were alright, so why did they seem so disappointed?
"...I was kind of excited to show you the cats. To look at them with you"
He stared at the attendant, with their sad eyes and dropped shoulders.
...Oh.
They wanted to share something with him.
He felt warmth spread across his face, ever so faint.
They wanted to share something with him.
They wanted to share something with him.
That thought echoed in his mind, taunting him.
He wasn't sure of what to say next, if anything, but hopefully, whatever was brewing up in his brain to say to them was interrupted by the most faint of meows.
Both their heads shot down to where the sound had come from, a few steps from the tree.
They approached the spot slowly, and there, laying alone, was the tiniest cat they had ever seen.
It almost blended with the darkness around it provided by the dark Devildom sky, since its fur was completely black.
Satan kneeled next to it, and MC followed suit.
MC was silent as Satan examined it with the utmost attention. As he did so, they looked around nearby, trying to look for its mother.
But she was nowhere to be seen.
And neither any of her kittens.
"...Do you think...?"
"...Maybe the mother abandoned it"
They looked at him, a cold expression on his face.
"But we should wait for a bit. Maybe the mother is carrying all of her kittens somewhere else, and this one here is the last one remaining"
"...Right. That makes sense"
And so, Satan stood up, looked down at MC, who was still crouching besides the kitten, and offered them a hand.
"Come, let's watch the situation from somewhere else so we don't scare the mother in case she comes"
MC took his hand and stood up and smiled at him.
That totally didn't make his heart flutter.
Of course not.
They sat on a nearby bench, close enough to be able to look at the situation, but far enough that the mother wouldn't be frightened by them, were she to come back.
MC had their full attention on the kitten, while Satan was focusing on the fact that they had never been this close to him for this long amount of time.
"That's the cutest cat I have ever seen"
"Did you know kittens have 26 teeth?"
They spoke at the same time and turned to look at the other.
"Hm?" MC asked.
Satan wished the ground would swallow him right there and then.
"...Kittens are born with 26 teeth, while grown cats have 30"
"...Oh!"
"WhydidIjustsaythatwhatthefuck"
"Yeah, they have 26 teeth when they are born, but, um, those fall out, and they grow 30 teeth"
"Whydon'tIjustshutthefuckup"
"So they're like us humans, then!"
"...Do you have 30 teeth?"
MC giggled at his question, and he briefly wished he had never been born.
"No, adult humans have 32 teeth, while kids grow 20 baby teeth. As they grow up, their teeth fall out, and they grow 32 in total"
"...How does it feel when your teeth fall out?"
MC widened their eyes.
"Do demon teeth not fall out?"
"...No? At least, mine didn't fall out"
"...Do you know if angel teeth fall out?"
"I have no idea"
"..."
"..."
"There's a question I have for your brothers"
They laughed together, which helped to ease Satan's nerves.
They spent a good amount of time talking and asking each other questions, and MC couldn't help but think to themselves that this was the longest conversation they had ever had with the Satan from the past.
And also the nicest.
Satan, on the other hand, was over the moon.
Someone was actually listening to him. Someone actually cared about him.
This filled him with an unfamiliar warmth, very different to the warmth he felt when he was angered. This warmth seemed to envelop him in a cozy blanket, instead of making him feel like he was surrounded by scorching fire.
He felt nice.
All because of them.
Absurd
After what felt like minutes but was probably a full hour, MC thought to look back at the spot where they had left the kitten.
"Did the mother come back?"
Satan followed their gaze.
"I wasn't paying attention," he answered.
"Me neither," they responded.
"That's another way of saying their full attention was on me"
".....By Diavolo am I delusional"
"We should go check"
"Yeah"
They went over to where they had found the kitten, and they found it there, still.
"...So the mother did reject it..." they mumbled.
They stayed silent for a few seconds, weighing what the implications of that were.
The kitten must have been too weak, and the mother decided that it was not going to survive.
"...What do we do now?"
Satan stared at the kitten, disgruntled.
"If the mother decided that this kitten was not worth looking after because of how weak it is, then the best thing should be to let nature take its course"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...I really don't want to do that, though"
"Oh thank Diavolo you said that"
Satan chuckled and kneeled next to it. It was sleeping, shivering. It probably wouldn't survive the night if it was left on its own.
"Give me the cloth"
"...Please" he added quickly.
They kneeled down next to him and offered him the kitchen cloth. He took it and used it to lift the kitten from the ground and envelope it in it.
The kitten was so small it fit right in the palm of his hand.
It moved a bit in his hold, getting more comfortable. When it settled, it let out a small chirp that made a smile grow in Satan's face.
MC felt like their heart was about to jump out of their chest because of the adorable scene before them.
They stood up and Satan followed suit.
"Do you think Lucifer will let me take it in?"
MC looked back at him, this deja vù feeling washing over them.
"Maybe"
Satan smiled at them.
"Let's go inside"
They went back into the house and into Satan's room. He made a makeshift bed with a sweater that was laying on a chair and placed it on his bed, and laid the kitten enveloped in the cloth on the bed. It was still asleep.
Once everything was settled, MC turned to Satan, who sat with them on his bed, the kitten in between them.
"So, what do we do now?"
"We should bathe and feed the kitten as soon as it awakes. Although, we shouldn't give it any of the milks we consume, since neither of them have enough nutrients that the kitten needs"
"So what can we give it?"
Satan mulled it over for a few seconds, when an idea sparked in his mind.
He stood from his bed and walked over to one of his armchairs, where the book they had given him laid. He took it and presented it to them.
"In here, it lists a recipe for substitute cat milk. Maybe we could try it"
"It lists a recipe for substitute cat milk? I thought the book was a biography of some sorts" they asked, confused.
"Yeah, but at the beginning of it, when the cat is narrating how his human took him in, it explains how the human had found him at his garden, much like it happened with this one, and it says that the human took him in and fed him a concoction of sorts, which the author then writes the recipe for as a side note. Maybe we could try it"
MC couldn't help but smile at the excitement he showed as he talked about the book they had gifted him.
"Yeah, we could try it. Though, I should also run to the store to get it an actual bed, a litter box, a feeding bottle and anything else it might need, so I could also buy some kitten milk replacement"
"That would probably be better, yeah"
"Okay then," they stood up from the bed and headed for the door. "I'll be right back with everything the kitten will need. While I'm gone, think of what you wanna name it. And um, you should also check whether the cat is male or female"
Satan smiled warmly at them, despite himself.
"I'll do that. Thank you, MC"
They mirrored his smile and opened the door.
"No need to thank me"
And they left.
Satan sat there, the kitten sleeping next to him.
As if on cue, the kitten stirred from its sleep. It lifted its small head, looking around and meowing.
Satan smiled to himself, feeling endeared by the small creature before him.
He lifted it from its bed, which caused it to start meowing louder. Placed on his palm, he stroked its back with his finger, making it purr.
He picked it up with two fingers in a claw-like way to inspect it.
"Ah, so you're a female"
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Satan spent the next hour inspecting an coddling the kitten, and thinking of what to name her.
And also thinking about MC.
Mainly thinking about MC.
How could he help it? He thought to himself. They made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So of course he wanted to feel like that, so of course he was thinking about MC.
Then again, the fact that MC was the reason of these warm foreign feelings was maybe not a good thing.
Specially since in theory, he couldn't stand them.
They were annoying, bright, too cheery, too caring, they had a way too pleasant face that Satan couldn't help staring at,-
He felt his face warm up as he thought of them.
Why was he feeling like this?
These feelings had washed over him like a tsunami. They were sudden, and they made him feel like he had been knocked over by a giant wave and was now drowning in them.
Was this good? Was he supposed to feel this way? Was he supposed to be so helpless around them?
Why was he feeling this way?
Because they cared about him? Was that it?
Was he head over heels for a human because they had been listening to him talk about- whoa
Head over heels?
Wait
What
Was he...?
Did he...?
Was that why...?
His eyes widened at the realization.
He had gotten his hands on some books about romance, and he recalled this one book in which the main character was questioning his feelings for this other character.
He placed the kitten back on her bed, to which she complained, wanting to be back in his grasp.
He walked over to one of the bookshelfs in his room, and pulled the book out.
He searched for the part in which the character was questioning all these things, in hopes of confirming or denying what was going on with him.
He remembered reading this book and thinking about how the main character was such an idiot at trying to deny his feelings, when he was so smitten with the other character.
He reached the part he was searching for.
I sat up on my bed, restless. The moon was shining right outside my window, casting my room in all kinds of eery shadows.
All day, all night, I felt haunted by thoughts of them.
Why was I thinking about all this?
Why was I feeling this way?
It made no sense.
Just a second ago, I couldn't even stand them. They were a loud-mouth bother, too joyful for their own good, too shiny, too beautiful-
Whoa
Am I...?
There's no way...
Right...?
I stood from my bed and grabbed the oil lantern beside it.
Turning it on, I walked over to the mirror in my room, and found my face completely red. I frankly looked like a tomato.
Oh.
Oh.
He touched his face. His cheeks felt on fire.
Oh.
Oh.
Tap-tippytaptap-tap-tap
He jerked his head towards the door, feeling his heart pick up its pace. In his astonishment, he dropped the book in his hand, which made him curse loudly.
"Everything okay?" He heard them from the other side of the door.
"Y-yeah, just- one second!"
After rushing to pick the book from the floor and put it back in its place in the shelf, he went to the door and opened it, and sure enough, there they were, holding three full bags of goods.
"I'm back!" They announced happily.
His lips curled into a smile at their excitement, despite himself.
He moved aside to let them in and shut the door behind them.
They placed the bags on the bed, careful not the disturb the kitten, that was trying to stand up on her own, but kept stumbling over.
"She's a female" Satan announced.
They looked up at him, their smile growing.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
"Did you give her a name?"
"Yes," he answered, picking her up, earning a chirp from her "I named her Kukku, which means dark in sumerian"
They giggled.
He screamed inside.
"Did you name her that because of her dark fur?"
He started and blushed.
"No, i named her Kukku because she was surrounded by darkness when we found her. But uh, your reasoning makes more sense"
"..."
"..."
"That's smart! And cute!"
His smile mirrored their own, and he felt his cheeks growing warmer.
"Oh, I'm going down"
They walked over to where he was standing, and petted Kukku. She started purring in his hand, earning a giggle from them.
Just as Satan was thinking that this moment couldn't get better, his door burst open.
"Care to explain what exactly you two are planning? Why did MC come back home with... Three bags...?"
Lucifer stood at the door, looking back and forth between Satan, MC, and the little creature Satan was holding.
"What is going on here?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Did your teeth fall out when you were an angel?"
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"I still can't believe Lucifer let me keep her"
"I mean, how could he not? She's totally adorable!"
Satan walked MC to the door. After spending the rest of the evening talking Lucifer into letting Satan keep the kitten they had found in the garden and taking care of everything MC had bought for her, it was time for them to go back to Cocytus Hall.
"Still, she even pissed his hand when we gave her over to him"
"Oh I totally thought he was going to kill us and throw her out right there"
He chuckled, looking down at his hand, where the little rascal was resting.
They arrived at the door, but they were both hesitant to open it.
"Remember that a kitten needs lots of special care. Especially a newborn kitten, and especially if the mother rejected her"
Satan nodded at their words.
"I'll take her to the vet tomorrow, to check if there's something wrong with her that we can't see"
They nodded and smiled at him.
"Great. I'll come back tomorrow, so if you want, I can accompany you"
"That'd be great!" He said, excitedly.
He then regretted his excitement, and coughed awkwardly.
"I mean, yeah, sure"
MC chuckled. Luckily, they could see through him.
"Alright then. See you tomorrow, same time as always"
He smiled at them, already wishing for them to return.
"Perfect"
They opened the door and stood there for a few seconds, hesitant.
They petted Kukku a final time, and looked up at Satan, mirth in their eyes.
"I'm glad we found her when we did. And that she gets to have someone as amazing as you as her owner"
His breath caught in his throat, and once again, he felt his cheeks warm up at the compliment.
"How much do I owe you for the stuff you bought?"
They chuckled at his awkwardness and shook their head.
"It's a gift from me to you. Don't even worry about it"
He couldn't help but stare at them, dumbfounded.
"Ah, okay"
They laughed one last time and waved at him as they stepped outside.
"See you tomorrow!"
"See you..."
And they shut the door.
And he stayed there, blushing, unsure of what to do now, taking everything in.
Kukku stirred from her sleep, and started chirping at him.
He stroked her little head and chuckled.
"What do I even do now, hm Kukku?"
As if to answer him, she chirped up at him.
"Yeah, I thought so"
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A/N
You really don't know what stuff you actually know until you're writing something I stood in front of my mirror at 2am counting my teeth and googled it just in case I was making a number up or didn't know how to count
Also I'm not entirely sure if Kukku actually means dark in sumerian bc every article I visited gave me a different word for it but there was a guy in Quora that convinced me of it so yeah
And yeah I couldn't get the image of the "come let's take ibuprofen together" meme out of my head while writing the part in which Satan offers his hand to MC
I really appreciate feedback or just comments so if you have anything to say just do so :)
Thanks for reading!!
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The Fire Within Us- Chapter Ten
A/N: got distracted because of Daddy (Pedro) and Uncle-daddy (Matt) at the Oscar's After Party 2023, anyways, here you go
Warning: Smut
If he could just squint into the darkness, the scandalous information could not be delivered by Arryk.
The knight had remained on Dragonstone, ever so loyal to the Greens, and had delivered the affair to the ambitious Hand.
Erryk had warned him not to push it further, for they could avoid the upcoming war he had sensed.
"We are under his command. We are to seal that secret." He said to his brother as soon as he walked past him.
"I did what was right, my brother, the King should know."
"And that is why I liked you more," The Hand says, almost skipping like a little girl, ready to deliver the news early in the morning.
Otto breathed deeply as he heard the faint voice of the King from inside.
"What is it?" Viserys sleepily said, holding on to a chair near him.
"I apologize for the early hour, Your Grace, I have some discomforting news, I thought it best to discreetly divulge it before the council convenes."
"Is it about the Sea Snake?"
He pretends to be upset about it. "I'm afraid it concerns the Princess, my King."
Viserys raises both his brows as he takes that in.
"Has she been harmed?" The King asks innocently."Why? What has she done??"
Otto took a deep breath, pretending to care.
"The Princess was spied last evening...with Daemon."
He expected a great reaction,but received nothing. Rhaenyra promised they'll be back soon, yet he wonders what's gotten into him.
"Yes, and what of it?" He then asks again innocently.
Yet the Hand pushes it further. "They were engaged in behaviours unbecoming of a maiden Princess."
He still didn't get it, but Viserys has started to get furious about this.
"What behaviours?"
Otto pauses for a moment, bewildered at his responses.
"Well, must I say it, Your Grace?"
This made the King walk closer to him, Alicent listening in from a corner.
"You enter my bedchamber, accusing my daughter of something." He growls, the taller man steps back.
"Now speak it plainly."
He raises both of his brows, staring at him, debating if he would say it out loud.
" ...coupling."
Oh how he wanted to kill him in this very room, for accusing them. The people he loves the most.
"This is a lie," He says, flatly. "You have been lied to.
"I only wish that were true, your Grace."
It is the truth.
Alicent even winced as his voice started to deepen.
"Who is responsible for this gossip?"
Viserys steps a little closer. "Have this rumormonger brought before me at once, and I will take their eyes."
"As your Hand, I must maintain trusted sources of information, and this one has never led me astray."
This ambitious fucking-
"Are you so sick with ambition that you would have my daughter stalked? Spied upon? Awaiting your best to fucking destroy her reputation just for some unproven slander?"
"I have no such intent,Your Grace." He plainly lies.
And Viserys knew what Daemon had meant.
"You think yourself a cunning man, it is clear." The king scoffs.
"Do you wish to have your blood on the Iron Throne so badly that you are willing to destroy my own?"
With that, Otto couldn't look into his eyes.
"Get out."
It is the first time he dismissed him like that.
He hated the truth; and little did he know that Otto was right all along.
Like fire, they still burned.
Daemon ever so gently lays her bare body on the bed, towering over her small figure.
The moon barely shines, yet the stars are beautiful, twinkling and burning brighter from above.
Just like the both of them.
She has seduced him all day, trying to make him take and fuck her with his fingers as soon as they have reached the bed.
It had been a bloody routine and she fucking loved every single moment of it.
He too ached to touch her, finally giving up resisting. He kisses her soft lips, loving the way the candles illuminate her ethereal face, her silver hair spread upon the pillows.
His needy hands touch her all over as she reaches up to his bed shirt, swiftly taking it off before he can object. She pulls his head closer, his lips immediately attacking her neck, nibbling on her skin, a low sigh coming out from her mouth as he moves his lips down, suckling her collarbone.
Daemon leans his body slightly, pressing himself down between her thighs, her wet cunt pulsating against the friction he creates, rocking his clothed erection into her heat as he shows her the true meaning of want.
She looks up to his eyes and sees the same hunger she felt whenever she sees him.
After all, it was Daemon that she longed for, not Ser Criston.
She pulls his head to her heart, her stomach fluttering as he wraps his warm lips on one of her hard peaks, his tongue once again moves in circles. He praises her glorious breasts, her nipples hardening against his touch.
She held his head, her delicate hands caressing his scalp, threading her fingers in his hair, begging him not to stop.
"Shh..." He rises a bit, releases her nipples as he feels her come, ruining his breeches, and he didn't care.
He smiles down at her, pleased that he had pleased her.
Did he just make her come like that?
He traces a finger on her every so lightly, yet her clit recognizes his touch.
"You are mine..." He whispers, lowering his lips once again to suckle on her breasts, his long fingers flicking her peaks hard that she did not even wince at how harsh he was when it comes to fondling her breasts.
He didn't even think about the words he muttered. And Rhaenyra, she knew that Daemon wanted her too.
Her head falls back on the pillows, her back arching as he trails his kisses down her burning body, his warm lips making contact just above her little navel. Her body trembles under him as he starts to lower himself, settling between her legs.
This is new, the Princess' thoughts roared as Daemon kissed her inner thighs, ever so gently gripping her legs, letting the back of her creamy thighs rest on his shoulders.
The candles die as he latches his tongue on the source of her wetness for the first time, the tip tracing up to gently press on her pulsating clit, making her back arch.
He hasn't done this before. If his fingers are that good, his tongue is so much better than those.
"Kepus..." She breathes, gripping the silk sheets as he gently moves his warm skilled tongue in circles. Daemon wasn't in a hurry, he takes his time. He felt her wiggling away as he started to suckle on her, her body shaking.
Uncle...
"Come here." He pulls her closer, closing his lips around her throbbing clit, pressing his tongue on her pearl as she tries to wiggle away again.
His hands slide up to fondle her breasts, and she immediately forgets everything, holding his hands as he mercilessly suckles on her clit, salivating over her.
It drives her crazy, letting go of
his hands as his fingers flick her hard nipples, copying the rhythm of his tongue, flicking her sensitive clit as her cries echo throughout the dark room.
She holds onto his head as Daemon groans like Caraxes, his sound vibrating inside her body as she feels it.
"Please..." Yet she begs as his lips caress her pussy, his tongue harshly begins to caress her.
"Uncle..."
It felt like heaven.
He pinches the peaks of her breasts, as he feels her squirm, loving the sounds she made as his mouth works magic between her legs. She couldn't get enough of it, she needed to feel him, she needed more, she needed Daemon.
Instead of wiggling away like earlier, she gently presses on his face, making him devour her drenched cunt further in the darkness.
He makes out with her lower lips, and Rhaenyra writhes as he pushes a finger inside, spreading her open.
His tongue flicks on her pussy, and suddenly thrusts it inside of her, as she tries to hold her release.
Daemon always instructed her not to come so easily.
She looks up to see if he is staring at her, but his eyes were close and she smiles, indicating that he loves spending his time between her legs.
The fire grew inside of her as he continuously ran his tongue vehemently against her aching cunt, fondling her breasts and fingering her at the same time.
Daemon grows impatient as she eventually releases, fighting the urge to continue as she comes, reminding himself that she is not a whore to obey his wishes.
This is the person he loves. The one he is in love with.
He climbs up to suckle on her neck, kissing her face and cradling her cheeks with both hands as she handles her orgasm, her nails making their marks on his strong back.
"No one has ever...touched me like this..." The Princess manages to say, despite the air that was ripped out of her the moment his tongue touched her.
Daemon kisses her forehead, ignoring the warmth inside his heart when he heard that, his lips lingering on her head as he focuses back into teaching her even if he knew it wasn't a fucking lesson at all.
"This is how you bring pleasure to a woman, if you desire him so much, he will also offer you this."
He returns to her breasts,closing his mouth on one of her stiff peaks, distracting her and preventing himself from hearing the words that would soon change his whole fucking plan.
"I told you..." She weakly says, bringing his face up to her.
"He could never touch me the way you did." She tenderly strokes his cheeks as the Prince stilled in her arms.
"Only you can make me feel this way..."
It felt like time stopped as he fears the words he heard, he does not know what to say, he never expected her to fall for him like that.
Well, what did he expect?
He knew he made her want him, and that is the consequence he needs to face.That is what he wanted, and now he seems to regret making her love him. Because he just realized that he knows deep down that this is not right.
The throne is going to be his the moment he asks for her hand, what the fuck is he worrying about? It is what he always wanted.
He loves her so much that he regrets everything he did. She is a child, and he is going to destroy her reputation once this reaches his brother.
Now realizing how much of a fool he is, Rhaenyra pulls his head down, molding her lips into his before he can scramble away, away from the temptation he created.
"Please..." She says, the pupils of her eyes widening as she vulnerably begs,bringing his hand between them to touch her swollen clit.
"Make me yours..." She mutters as Daemon dives below, settling again between her legs as he latches his mouth onto her swollen self, her walls clenching as he feasts on her throughout the night, making her see the stars.
And no matter how hard he will push the consequences away, it cannot be avoided, it all does not matter once he sits the Iron Throne.
But still, his pride reigned above all else.
For he is still the Rogue Prince.
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