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Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part four

This is so long I am SO (not) sorry. There is A LOT that happens in this part which is why it’s so long, but it all had to happen!!

Also, I hit 4.8k followers last night??? I have gained like 300 followers since starting this fic, which is absolutely insane to think about, but hello everyone!! Welcome to the emotional rollercoaster/occasional whorehouse that is my blog and fics 🤪

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

Warnings: lots of angst (I’m actually sorry for this), some sadness, Iceman’s funeral, some fluff (omg who knew!!)

WC: 5.3k (whoops)

A harsh jolt back to reality came the next day.

You had just come out of the shower when you heard Penny on the phone, her voice breaking. Your walk to the kitchen is slow, knowing.

When someone dies, it’s a specific kind of voice. A specific kind of hurt.

You thought you heard her on the phone, but you actually heard her talking to Maverick, who is standing in the kitchen, his hair a mess. He has tears streaking his face, and you know.

“Oh, Mav.” You pull him into a hug. “I’m so sorry.”

You had the pleasure of meeting Admiral Tom Kazansky a couple of times. You knew his health was on the decline, but you didn’t realize it was this bad. For him to be gone so soon.

“Thank you,” Maverick replies, hugging you tight.

He explains that the service is tomorrow. They’re taking a few hours off from training so everyone can attend, pay their respects, but they can’t take off the entire day.

That is yet another clue to you of how dangerous this mission is.

Maverick leaves to clear his head, and you ask Penny if she has something you can wear. You didn’t bring anything for a funeral, and you’re certain jeans and a shirt won’t be appropriate. Sure, you could drive the 20 minutes to your apartment and get something, but you know if you do, you won’t make it back. It’ll be too hard.

Thankfully, Penny understands, and says she has something.

The Hard Deck doesn’t open for the night. The whole town feels eerily quiet.

At the service, it begins to rain. You’ve never been to a funeral on a sunny day, so this doesn’t surprise you.

The entire thing is a fog. No funeral is ever easy to get through, and these are especially hard. And when Taps is played, you find yourself immensely grateful that you stayed toward the back of the crowd, so you’re able to fall to the ground without disrupting anything.

Hangman finds you after the service, when you’re standing underneath a tree, leaned against its trunk as you take deep breaths. Everyone is sharing condolences, and you did a fair share before you had to excuse yourself.

You offer a small smile when Hangman approaches you, which he attempts to return.

“How’re you holding up?” he asks.

“I’m okay,” you murmur. “You okay?”

“I’m good. Are you sure you’re alright?”

You sigh heavily. “My dad is buried here.”

Hangman nods slowly. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” you murmur. “Just trying to figure out if I want to go see him or not.”

“Would you like me to walk with you?”

You lift your head, almost telling him no. Because you don’t really need to see your dad. Yesterday was enough with the helmet and seeing Uncle Solomon and walking around Top Gun again. But a bigger part of you wants Hangman to meet your dad, even if you won’t admit it, even if it’s only through his grave.

“Sure,” you reply. If anything, it’ll make it easier to walk over, having Hangman’s company.

Just like yesterday on the tarmac, Hangman holds out his arm for you to take, and you gladly do, leading the way to your dad’s grave.

His body isn’t actually here. Because of the way he died, there was nothing to bury. You don’t know how his helmet survived; you haven’t asked. You don’t really want or need to know the fine details.

The two of you walk in silence. You’re too busy thinking of what to say and you’re sure Hangman doesn’t want to say the wrong thing, so he keeps quiet.

When you reach your dad’s marker, tears well up in your eyes all over again.

You’ve only been here once, and that was with your mom. She went by herself all the time, but once her cancer got worse, she couldn’t make it on her own. The last time she visited was with you, pushing her in a wheelchair, along a piece of carpet you had the funeral director set out for you.

Hangman shifts his arm to wrap it around your shoulders, pulling you into him. This makes the second time you’ve turned and hid your face in his chest, wetting the fabric with your tears. But he doesn’t mind. He holds you closer, tighter.

You’re not sure how long you stand there. Time seems to pass differently in his arms.

But a whistle from the other end of the cemetery catches both of your attentions, specifically Hangman. He stiffens. Sighs.

“I have to go, honey, I’m sorry.”

You nod, lifting your head and smiling gently. “I know. It’s okay. Training’s important.”

He nods, agreeing with you, but he’s frowning. He doesn’t want to leave you. Not when you’re sad like this. “See you at The Hard Deck tonight?”

“Maybe,” you shrug. “If Penny opens.”

“Right,” he says. Another whistle. Last call. “I gotta go.”

“I know,” you reply, taking a step back from him. You smooth your hands over his chest, getting out the wrinkles of his uniform. “See you later.”

“Later, sweetheart,” he promises, taking your left hand and squeezing once, then kissing your knuckles.

The gesture leaves you swooning, but he has to let go quickly and walk away. Well, more like jogging away. Everyone was waiting for him. You can see Maverick watching Hangman leave you. And you turn away, back to your dad.

“Well,” you say aloud, walking closer to the marker. Even though your dad isn’t technically buried here, he’s still here. “That was Hangman. His name’s actually Jake, though I know you would only use his call sign.”

You sit down on the grass, realizing too late that it’s wet and this is Penny’s dress. Oh well. You’re sure she won’t care, as long as you wash it.

“It’s been a while,” you say. “Too long, I know, but hey, I’ve got a big girl job.”

Your dad never wanted you to work unless it was a job you adored with all your heart. But when he died and your mom got sick, you had no choice. It didn’t matter if you loved your job, you just needed money.

“Uncle Solomon gave me your helmet,” you murmur, picking at the grass. “I don’t know what to do with it. He said you wanted me to have it, but… I don’t know, maybe I’ll get a glass case for it. I bet you’d fuckin’ hate that.” You start laughing, remembering what he used to say.

“This is our home, not a goddamned museum.” He never wanted any of his medals and things to be on display in any grand way. If they were sat out on a bookshelf or hung on the wall, sure, but mixed in with other things, not on their own. Not like a shrine. Or a museum.

“I won’t do that, I’m teasing,” you chuckle, sniffling right after and wiping your tears off your cheeks. “What do you think I should do with it?”

You know he won’t answer, but you still felt like asking. He’d probably say, “Wear it.”

“Dad, I…I need to ask you something else.”

You’ve thought about coming to visit him ever since you got to Fightertown. Well, ever since you met Hangman.

“The man who walked over here with me,” you start, resting your chin in your palm, your elbow on your knee. “Jake, he-- I don’t know what it is, Dad. About him. But he makes me want to stay. Here, back in Fightertown. Mom and I moved away, and I know you wanted to live here your whole life, and I did, too. When you died, I thought I wanted to live somewhere else, but I don’t. I wanna be here.”

It begins raining again. It’s cold, but it almost feels like a hug.

“I don’t even know if he’ll be here. He’ll probably get deployed, or go on missions like you did. He’s going on one soon. But I want to stay, I just don’t know how. There’s so much to think about between a place to stay, and a new job. I mean, I could commute, it’s only 20 minutes, but with traffic and-- I don’t even like the job that much. Being back here with Penny and Amelia, I want to always be here. I want to watch Amelia get older and graduate and--

“I told Mom I wouldn’t fall for a guy like you, like Hangman, but I might be. I might be, Dad, and it scares me, and I wish you were here to meet him. To scare him away, I guess,” you chuckle. “He even flies the jet you used to. Same exact one-- I touched the wing, finally,” you add eagerly, grinning. “He helped, but still. I did it.”

The rain slows to a stop again.

“I should go, I guess,” you murmur. “Don’t want to get sick. It was good to see you, Dad. I should come visit more often, I know. Hey, if I move back here, then I will,” you chuckle, standing to your feet. “See you next time. Love you.”

+++

The Hard Deck opens that night, but it’s quiet.

The aviators are here, including Maverick. It’s so much of a quiet night that even Amelia is here, drinking a virgin cocktail at the bar, on a stool next to Mav. They’re playing a card game with Penny. They look like a real family, and that tugs on your heart.

Hangman is sitting at the other end of the bar, watching you with sad eyes. You’re cleaning glasses, even though there isn’t a rush. You’re keeping yourself busy and distracted, and Hangman knows.

“Hey, Hangman!” Fanboy calls out. “Football on the beach! You coming?”

Hangman looks at you and you nod. “Yeah,” he yells back. “Coming.”

You flash him a smile. “Have fun.”

He doesn’t respond with any of his usual wit. Just a grin and a nod. He takes his beer with him.

You watch him go and then turn toward Penny. “Deal me in,” you say, hanging up your towel and grabbing a glass for your own beer. “What are we playing?”

+++

“It’s dark as fuck outside, and you wanna play football?” Hangman says, taking a long swig of his beer.

“Makes it more fun,” Coyote replies, grinning.

“If you say so,” Hangman shrugs, setting his beer on the deck.

“What crawled up your ass?” Rooster comments, tossing the football to Hangman and nearly nailing him in the nose.

“Nothing,” Hangman replies, tossing the ball back, spinning it and nearly nailing Rooster in the chest.

“Damn,” Rooster laughs loudly, tossing it to Fanboy.

“Did she reject you or something?” Phoenix asks.

“Again,” Payback comments.

“Very funny,” Hangman snaps, catching the ball from Fanboy and throwing it to Bob.

Bob catches it and tosses it right back. “She’s into you.”

“Glad my love life is everyone’s business,” Hangman says with a scoff, pelting the ball back to Rooster. “Seriously?”

“We’re just looking out for you, man,” Rooster replies.

“Right,” Hangman laughs. “You all hate me.”

“Woah, no we don’t,” Phoenix interjects. “Where’d you get that idea in your head?”

“You’re an asshole, but I don’t hate you,” Rooster says. “Come on, dude.”

“Alright, fine,” Hangman says. “Forget I said that.”

“So what’s up with Y/N?” Coyote asks, swiftly changing subjects.

“Nothing,” Hangman repeats, tossing the ball a little too hard once again.

“You haven’t told her yet, have you?” Fanboy says.

“Told her what?” Bob says.

“Come on, Jake, you’ve gotta tell her,” Phoenix says.

“Maybe,” Hangman shrugs. “Now are we gonna play or keep jawing? Think fast!”

Bob nearly gets hit in the face with the football if it weren’t for Phoenix grabbing it first, and shooting off through the cluster of guys for a touchdown.

+++

“How are you winning? You’ve never played this before,” Maverick groans.

“Amelia is helping me,” you shrug. “And I’m helping her. Use that one,” you point to one card in her hand.

Amelia goes out as you expected her to, and Maverick looks like he’s getting a migraine.

“Alright, bedtime for you,” Penny laughs.

“What?” Amelia protests. “Come on!”

“Not because you won,” Penny says. “But because it’s almost midnight.”

“Oh shit,” Maverick cusses. “I should get going.”

“It’s past your bedtime, huh, old man?” you laugh, nudging his arm.

“Very much so,” Maverick replies with a smile. “Want a ride, ‘Melia?”

“Mav…” Penny warns.

“She’ll wear a helmet,” Maverick says. “And hold on tight. Right?”

“Right,” Amelia nods. “Please, Mom?”

“Fine,” Penny caves. “But I’m right behind you in the car. Don’t go too fast.”

“Yes ma’am,” Maverick grins wide. “Come on, kiddo.”

“Wait for me!” Penny yells, watching them go. “I swear, those two.”

“They’re a fun pair,” you laugh. “You have your hands full.”

“Don’t I know it,” Penny scoffs. “Will you lock up for me?”

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you smile. “I got it. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“See you,” she squeezes your arm before heading out, walking briskly. Maverick wouldn’t leave without her, though. You haven’t even heard his bike engine start yet.

You begin closing up, cleaning up the last few glasses and wiping off the bar top. You switch the lights off, stacking the last few chairs. The good thing about having a well-loved owner of this bar means the patrons usually help close, too. The chairs are normally stacked by midnight.

You head out the back door, locking the doors behind you. The aviators have left the beach, but Hangman is still down there.

“This is yours,” he says, holding up his glass. “Sorry.”

You chuckle. “Come on.” You unlock the door and wait for him to bound the stairs with his empty glass.

You place it in the dishwasher, turning it on. Hangman waits for you as you finish up.

“Will you sit on the beach with me?” he asks. “Just for a few minutes. I know it’s late.”

“Sure,” you say. “Let’s go.”

Hangman turns and holds out his arm. “For you.”

You take his arm with a smile, letting him lead the way down the deck and to the sand.

The moon provides some light, but not much, especially not with the clouds. They haven’t fully left the sky since this afternoon.

“I’ve really enjoyed this week with you,” Hangman says.

“Me too,” you murmur. “You’ve made coming back here…not as hard as I expected. You made it easier, so thank you.”

“That’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten, Y/N, thank you,” Hangman replies. He rests his hand over yours on his arm.

“I know I shouldn’t ask,” you begin, and he furrows his eyebrows, “but when are you leaving?”

Hangman sighs. “Honey, you know I can’t tell you.”

“I know, just--” you pause. “I have to go back to my job soon. I’m almost out of vacation time.”

“How soon?”

“Day after tomorrow,” you reply quietly. “If I don’t see you before you go, I just wanted to tell you that-- Be careful.”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Hangman says.

“I will anyway,” you admit. “I just wanted to say it.”

“Well, thank you,” he says. He opens his mouth to say something else, but he stops himself. “Want me to walk you home?”

“I have my car,” you say. “How about I give you a ride back to Top Gun?”

He gets a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.”

“I’m not staying,” you warn. “Just dropping you off. Don’t get too excited.”

“Alright,” he laughs.

“Mhm,” you smile, digging your feet into the sand to get some traction. “Relax. Don’t make me ditch you on the side of the road.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh yes I would,” you quip, patting his arm.

Gentlemanly as always, Hangman opens your car door for you (after you promise not to drive off without him). You roll your eyes at him.

“Just get in the car,” you laugh.

He does, grinning wide while he buckles himself in. “What tunes are we listening to?”

“Tunes?” you echo, starting the engine. “Are you geriatric or something?”

“Jesus,” Hangman grimaces, feigning hurt, but then he smiles. “I’ve got one. Can I play it?”

You hand him your phone, which is hooked up to the car’s radio. “It better be good or I will ditch you.”

“Awh, come on, sweetheart,” he says. “You’ll love it.”

You give him a look, putting the car in reverse. It takes a minute for him to find the song, but once you’re on the main road, it kicks in.

You recognize it immediately. “Oh my fucking god. You did not.”

“Turn it up!” he cackles. “This is music, baby!”

“You’re insane!” you yell over the music, but you’re laughing with him, and he looks so carefree that it hurts.

He knows every single word, and you don’t know why you’re surprised. It’s a struggle to keep your eyes on the road instead of watching him.

The chorus gets close and he grabs your free hand. “Sing it with me,” he grins. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

He sings his heart out while holding your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles, occasionally using your hand as a microphone.

All too soon, you reach the entrance to the base, and Hangman reaches over to turn the music down.

“Back again?” the guard at the entrance says.

Hangman leans over and waves, showing his ID. “Just dropping me off.”

“I don’t need to go through,” you explain. “I’m turning around.”

“Yes ma’am,” the guard nods. “I’m sure you know how.”

“I do,” you smile. “Thanks.”

“Yes ma’am, have a good night.”

You roll the window back up and pull up so you can back out. Hangman is quiet, until you look over at him and he’s frowning.

“Hangman…” You shake your head. “You and I both know that if I go through that gate, I won’t come back out.”

His face softens.

“You should go,” you whisper. “Please.”

He nods. “Okay.” He’s still holding your hand, and he squeezes it again. He lifts your hand, almost kissing it, but he stops himself, letting go. “Goodnight.”

You hate it. You want to go through that gate, up to his room, and not come out until tomorrow. But you can’t. You know better.

I’m sorry, you want to say. But instead you say, “Goodnight.”

+++

The next morning, you tell Penny you have to head back to San Diego after dropping Amelia off at school. Penny drives slowly back to her house, where your car is parked.

“You know, there’s that one room that is just storage in my house,” Penny says. “We could clear it out, put a bed in there.”

“Penny--”

“It’s just an option,” she argues. “I’ve been wanting some help at the bar. I can afford to take on an employee, if someone was willing and experienced enough to--”

“Penny. I’d love to.”

She nearly swerves off the road. “What?”

“Calm down,” you laugh. “Keep us on the road, first of all.”

“I’m fine-- What are you talking about? Are you serious?”

“Yes. Dead serious,” you smile. “I didn’t want to impose, or invite myself, so I didn’t know how to ask, but--”

“You are always welcome,” Penny says seriously. “What about your job?”

“I’m going back today to quit,” you explain. “I didn’t want to say in case I chickened out, but no,” you shake your head. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Alright,” Penny nods. “It’s settled then. Let’s go quit your job.”

“Let’s?”

“Oh yeah, I’m driving you. Do you have everything you need? We can go now, I can help you grab some more clothes. What about your apartment?”

“My lease is up next month,” you confess. “I never renewed it. It never felt…right.”

“That means it’s time,” Penny smiles sympathetically. She switches lanes to head for San Diego, turning up the radio.

Your boss is surprised, but knows he can’t stop you, so he lets you go, and says your last check should be deposited next week. You grab your things and go back out to Penny’s car.

When you open the car door, you grin, “I’m free!”

“Yeah you are!” she cheers. “Get in here!”

The next stop is lunch, and then the two of you eat at your apartment.

“I should call the office, I guess,” you say in between a mouthful of fries. “Let them know I’ll be moving soon. I have until the end of next month I think, but if I can go early, I don’t think they’d mind.”

“Amelia and I can help you move this weekend,” Penny says. “We can surprise her.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

You pack a few changes of clothes to take back to Penny’s, and then the two of you are headed back to Fightertown.

+++

The next two days are a blur of laughter and dancing and some of what feel like the best moments of your entire life.

You’ve been trying not to let the imminent mission drain all the joy from your days with Hangman and the other aviators, but it’s harder than you’d like to admit. You don’t know which night might be the last, for now, but because of how you were raised, you can spot the signs. You hate that you can do that, but you can’t ignore it.

Especially when all the aviators call it an early night. With one beer each at seven, and leaving by ten. Ten.

“I’ll see you,” Hangman says. His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. And he leaves out the tomorrow in his sentence.

“Hey, wait,” you practically fling yourself over the bar, but hitting your hip on the counter isn’t what hurts. It’s that Hangman barely slows down. And he doesn’t even look back. But you know he heard you. He had to.

You finally catch up to him once you’re outside.

“Hey!” He stops this time, hanging his head. “Did you hear me? I said wait. I wanted to--”

“I can’t,” he says.

“You can’t?” you echo. “What are you talking about? Hangman, look at me.” You place a hand on his shoulder, trying to turn him, but he doesn’t budge. So you walk around him and face him. “What is going on with you?” You don’t know why you ask. You know the answer. But it’s not fair.

“I have to go,” he says, his jaw clenched.

“I know,” you breathe. You knew the day was coming soon. This means it’s tomorrow. Why does it have to be tomorrow already? “Can I at least give you a hug?”

“Don’t,” he says quickly, halting you in your tracks. He shakes his head, holding up one hand to stop you.

Now it feels like something else is wrong. “Jake. What is going on?”

“Nothing,” he replies. “Sweetheart, you know I can’t say anything.”

“I know that, but you’re acting like you don’t even want to speak to me. Just an hour ago we were playing darts and you couldn’t stand close enough and now-- Are you seriously walking away from me?”

“I can’t,” he says again, but he’s still walking away. “I have to go.”

“Are you kidding me?” You have half a mind to run after him, but you let him keep stepping away from you. “Oh my god,” you whisper, mostly to yourself. Everything was fine. Everything was fine. What the hell happened?

You expect him to come to his senses and turn around, run right back to you and tackle you in a hug. You know this must be hard on him, but to walk away like that? Without even a hug? Without a real goodbye?

This has to be a joke.

You walk around The Hard Deck to the beach, planning to sit in the sand and clear your head before going back inside.

Instead, you walk right into the water, right up to your knees. You don’t want your clothes to get wet, but you need to feel the waves. Desperately.

The wind is blowing a storm in; the lightning illuminates the clouds just along the horizon. It’ll be here in a few hours.

You wrap your arms around yourself, hating that it gets so cold out here. You just want to enjoy the water, not freeze to death.

Penny comes to find you just a few minutes later, after you’ve gotten out of the water and walked back up the beach.

“I’m closing early,” she says. You hear her footsteps in the sand slow to stop next to you.

“Did Mav tell you?” you ask. You’ll be damned if he left without saying anything to her.

“Well, not exactly. You know how it is.” She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. “And you? Did Hangman say anything?”

“Not exactly,” you chuckle, but it gets caught in your throat.

“Hey, hey, what is it?”

“He didn’t say anything,” you cry. “He just-- He just walked away from me. He wouldn’t even let me hug him. I’m so mad at him right now I could just--”

Penny cuts you off by pulling you into her arms. “I know,” she says. “I know.”

Out of everyone in the world, you know she gets it.

+++

You toss and turn for most of the night, and the storm isn’t helping. You can usually fall asleep during them, but not when the wind sounds like it can make trees collapse.

At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself. Storms never keep you up, but tonight is the exception. Not worrying about Hangman.

You have no idea how you heard the knocking on the side door, but you did. That doesn’t stop you from grabbing your dad’s helmet, though, to use as a potential weapon. Because who the fuck is knocking at four in the morning?

“Hangman?” you nearly scream when you see him standing outside the door, soaking wet from the rain. “What the hell are you doing? Get in here!”

You give him zero time to argue with you, or protest about dripping all over Penny’s floor. You’ll mop in the morning.

“You’re fucking crazy!” you hiss, wanting to hit him with the helmet anyway. “What were you thinking? It’s like a hurricane out there! What is wrong with y--”

“I know!” he says back, keeping his voice low. “Lecture me later, sweetheart, I wanted to see you.”

You grit your teeth. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Early,” he says. “We’re leaving as soon as--”

“Shh!” you shove his chest. “Keep your voice down. They’re sleeping, like I should be.”

“You weren’t asleep,” he says, in his same tone, like he knows everything. “I can see the bags under your eyes.”

“What do you really want, Hangman?” You sit your dad’s helmet down on the counter so you can cross your arms over your chest. “You didn’t want to speak to me earlier. So why are you here now?”

His face twists painfully. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I was-- I don’t know why I did what-- Listen, there’s no good way to say this,” he chuckles awkwardly, smiling shyly. “But I have to say it, honey, you know I do.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Y/N,” he whispers.

“Hangman.”

“I love you.”

“Shut up.”

“I know it’s too soon, alright? I know I shouldn’t, and I know what you said. But I can’t help myself, and I wouldn’t be able to leave if I didn’t tell you.”

“Why would you tell me that? Hours before you’re about to leave!”

“Because you drive me crazy, so I thought I’d do it to you for a change!”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Yes, obviously, how much of an asshole do you think I am? Don’t answer that.”

Both of you go quiet, realizing how loud your voices have gotten. You wait a few beats to be sure there’s no movement in the house, that you didn’t wake anyone up with your bickering. But mostly you’re letting Hangman’s words sink in. All of them.

He takes a few steps closer while you’re staring out the window at the pouring rain, chewing the inside of your cheek. You barely register the feeling of his hands engulfing yours. The first thing you notice is his cologne.

“Jake…” You shake your head, looking up at him. “I don’t…”

“I know,” he nods. “I know you don’t feel the same, I just had to say it because--”

“Hey, hey,” you tug on his hands. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

He stares, then quirks an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“I don’t know about it being love just yet, but-- I know what I said, and I shouldn’t have said it. I think I said it because I knew I was already too far gone.”

He smirks. “I’m that good, huh?”

“Don’t ruin the moment,” you warn.

“Alright, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms around you. “You know what my next question is gonna be.”

You nod.

“So?” He looks hopeful, a little too excited.

You shake your head. “No.”

He deflates. His arms loosen a little. “Okay.”

You know he’s confused (why wouldn’t he be?), so you place both hands on his face, holding him. “Kiss me when you come back to me.”

“Y/N…”

“Solomon told me this is dangerous,” you say. “So you better be careful.”

“Alright,” he sighs, lacing his fingers together on the small of your back.

“Good,” you nod. “Speaking of, shouldn’t you be on the base right now?”

“Not for another hour,” he says. “I was hoping the rain would pass so I don’t have to walk through it again.”

“You-- Never mind. I’ll drive you. Don’t worry about the rain,” you laugh quietly. “What do you want to do for an hour? And don’t say what I know you’re thinking.”

“I wasn’t going to suggest that,” he grins. “But I like the way you think.”

You give him a look.

“Alright, alright,” he says. “Let’s just do this.”

“This?” you question. “We’re just standing.”

“No, I’m holding you in my arms, and we’re talking and listening to the rain. I want to stay like this.”

“Okay,” you smile. “Let’s stay like this.”

You make one small adjustment, and that’s to lay your head on his chest, even though he’s soaking wet. You truly are exhausted, but you don’t want to fall asleep if he’s only here for another hour. You can sleep once he’s gone. It’ll keep you from worrying, anyway.

He rests his chin on the top of your head, closing his eyes. And he says it again, mostly just for himself to hear. “I love you.”

The hour passes far too quickly, and so does the drive back to Top Gun. You actually go on the base this time, not wanting to cut your time with him any shorter than you have to.

Thankfully, the rain has stopped, so you’re able to get out of the car and hug him properly, tightly, before letting him go.

You barely let him get a few steps away before you’re calling out his name. “Jake!”

He turns so quickly he nearly gives himself whiplash. “What is it?” he jogs back to you.

“You forgot something,” you say.

His eyebrows furrow and he begins patting his pockets, checking for his phone, ID, keys. “What did I--?”

You stand on your toes and press a kiss to his cheek, halting his words immediately.

“Well,” he laughs, grinning wildly. “I guess I did.”

“Mhm,” you smile. “Good luck. And be careful.”

“I will,” he says firmly, meaning it this time. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you let it slip out this time, finally getting over yourself. “Go kick some ass.”

“I always do,” he winks. “I’ll be back soon.”

“You better.”

#hoo boy what a ride #this has to be my favorite love confession i've ever written #hangman top gun #gravedigger’s daughter #jake hangman seresin #hangman x fem!reader #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x fem!reader #jake hangman seresin x you #glen powell

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Ok, ok, glad you liked the art! There's more to come because I am full of ideas and sadness! Prepare!

Anywho, now that I have rambled about the boys a lot (and trust me, there's definitely more where that came from), I thought I'd take a change of pace and focus on others.

Like Buggy. What we know is he escapes, possibly due to running away (which will probably haunt him forever) or getting saved by someone. He does meet someone, as you've said before, but who? Could it be Dragon? Does our greedy, narcissistic clown somehow become a revolutionary? Maybe it's a marine. Did a marine see this kid and go, "Screw it, I'm not killing kids," and let him go? Does he run into Smoker? Start a traumatize boy band (now I wanna write the fic we’re buggy and smoker run into each other after lougetown.) Or is it someone else, someone I wouldn't have guessed in a million years? Doflamingo, perhaps? That would be the meeting from hell. One of the other would-be warlords? And what happens to him? Does he spend the next two years trying to help Shanks in any way he can? Does he do mostly what he's done in canon and go for the One Piece? Or is he a warlord? Did he make deals with the world government for Shanks? ‘Gasp’ I'm gasping at nothing but thinky thoughts, but eh, I'll just throw some crazy in there for fun.

Also, are you going to add pirates we know to Loguetown who get caught, aside from the characters we already know? There are a few characters we see in canon that could be the right age to have been around. You could just slip them in there to add more people to the "Fun Time with World Government!™️" and more people Shanks and Mihawk can bounce off of while captured and once they get out. You said that they won't trust anyone who didn't go through what they went through, so not a lot of allies or having civil conversations. But maybe that's the point... oh well, whatever you do, I'm sure I'll love it.

Also, this pirate generation needs a name. If the last generation were the Great Pirates, maybe this generation could be the Silenced Generation? And later, after the two years, the Monster Generation.

And propaganda, does Roger's message about the One Piece get out there like it did in the main timeline? Not a lot of people escaped from the excision, so that's not a lot of people to spread the word. Is the World Government suppressing it after all? They didn't mean for Roger to tell the crowd, so why in hell would they want that driving force that created pirates who are specifically seeking a piece of the Void Century and possibly information on Joy Boy or Nika? So, do they turn it into, instead of a last word, a rumor? Like Davy Jones or Nolan and his Sky Island, like it's a fun bedtime story but nothing that's actually real.

Those are all the questions I have today hopefully I’ll get you that new art out soon no promises but I will try! Seriously thanks for indulging my asks, I know you don’t ow me any of you time and it’s cool that you’ve given me some. Anyways off to dreamland for me!

Prepared and so excited! See, with Buggy, it's a mess. If this AU is the sort-of inverse of canon events, Buggy has to keep his beef with Shanks. That happens because Shanks is the one who saves him. He gets him to safety, and then gets himself caught to lead the marines away from him. But from Buggy's perspective, Shanks abandoned him. Which. He's going to spend his time torn between grief/worry/resentment and thinking Shanks got what he deserved, (because Buggy is vindictive like that) only to find out how wrong he was. During the end of the two years, he's going to try to help Shanks, though. Him and Smoker do meet, Smoker being the one to spur him into helping Shanks. Smoker is going to go the way of Vergo in this AU, at least as far as the marines are concerned. Dragon is going to pick up some key players, (wink, wink) and he would save a child. So that's Buggy, even though Buggy doesn't espouse revolutionary ideas. (and Buggy would be even more obsessed with the one piece, it's his way of coping) And here's the thing, once what the marines are doing starts coming out, there's going to be an alliance between the revolutionaries and pirates to protect themselves. Because after the marines get information out of the captured pirates, they will start hunting the free ones. Benn Beckmann is already around, and some other characters will come sooner, some later. Garp is going to be the one who brings Mihawk and Shanks and some of those characters together. It will take them a long time to trust anyone else, but they will. And the pirates who weren't captured but were still hunted count as having a shared experience in their books. As well as the people who have been hurt by or due to the government, especially children. (wink, wink) I was thinking the Ghost generation! Since the marines kept an entire swathe of these people in captivity for two-three years, living as nothing more than ghosts. The one piece declaration did get out, though yes, the WG is trying to make it seems like nothing more than the ravings of a madman. It still becomes a substantial rumor, though, because it's something for the the pirates left to cling onto while they are being hunted. And the WG also wants the one piece. So it's them, and not the pirates that initially began the search. They go out systematically raiding pirate ships and hideouts and work their way up from there. When Mihawk and Shanks get out, Shanks kicks off the real pirate hunt by confirming Roger's last words. Which he does for Buggy's sake. No rush! And you're welcome! Ask away as much as you want, my mind is full of this and I'll literally talk forever if given the chance!

#one piece #op #opla #dracule mihawk #akagami no shanks #hawkeye mihawk #red haired shanks #mihawk one piece #shanks one piece #mishanks #mihawk x shanks #op marines #loguetown au

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arlana-likes-to-write · 2 years

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The Day/The Night By Avicii

Part 3 (Read Part 1 and Part 2)

Summary: After Wanda and Natasha discover that you and Yelena have been kidnapped it is a race against the clock to find out who is behind it, what the want, and how far they are willing to go to get it.

Warnings: mention of physical and mental torture, blood, abuse,

Word count: 14.6K

‘What the hell do you mean you don’t know where my daughter is?’ Natasha had half the mind to ask her oldest friend if he had his hearing aids in but it wasn’t the right time to joke. When Natasha and Wanda left the hangar, they hotwired a car and sped through the streets of France to get to the hotel. The hotel manager gave them your room number without much of a hassle. As they got to the door, it was closed but when they opened it -the room was destroyed. Clothes were thrown from suitcases. The drawers of the dresser were tossed onto the floor. Whoever was being this, they were looking for something. While Natasha was going through the room, Wanda was getting the security footage of the hotel.

‘It is exactly what I said,’ She was pacing the room, her phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear. ‘Yelena and Y/n didn’t show up at the airport. I knew something was wrong. We got a car and made it to their hotel room - it’s completely destroyed.’

‘Fucking hell.’ Clint swore. ‘I knew she shouldn’t have gone on this trip. It was far too dangerous.’ Natasha bit her tongue, she never agreed on how they treated their eldest daughter in comparison to their other children. She saw how it was affecting you.

‘But you also can’t keep her hidden from the world.’ Natasha said.

‘Don’t lecture me on how to raise my daughter while she’s missing.’ She pinched the bridge of her nose. Lecture was a strong word and she definitely wasn’t lecturing but this wasn’t the time to talk about Clint’s parenting.

‘Yelena is missing too if you’ve forgotten.’ She sighed at Clint’s silence. ‘Arguing with each other isn’t going to help. Tony is sending you and Laura a jet and Happy and Pepper agreed to watch the kids.’

‘Thank you,’ He paused. ‘And I’m sorry.’ Natasha heard the door open and she looked towards the sound, seeing Wanda. She put her finger up.

‘Don’t mention it. I’ll try to figure out what happened before you get here.’

‘I’ll text you updates on when we should be arriving.’ They said their good-byes and Natasha hung up the phone. The Black Widow turned to look at her girlfriend.

‘Please tell me you have something.’ Wanda sighed.

‘Yes and no. Security shows them leaving the hotel around 0945 but someone hacked into the system removing whoever did this,’ she pointed to the mess around the room. ‘I’ve sent it to Tony and maybe he can figure it out.’ Natasha nodded, biting the skin around her thumb. It was a nervous tick she picked up when she was captured by Ultron. ‘Hey,’ Wanda grabbed her hands. ‘We’ll find them.’

‘We don’t even know who is behind this. They could be looking to hurt me or Yelena for what we did in the Red Room or what I did during my work with SHIELD or Clint with the whole Ronin.’

‘Sh lisichka (fox), we will find them.’

‘But in what condition?’ Before Wanda could try to soothe her girlfriend a hesitant knock echoed in the quiet room. ‘Come in.’ The door opened and it was the hotel manager.

‘Sorry to interrupt but the police just came by. A café not far from here was robbed. It may have nothing to do with her sister or her girlfriend but-’

‘Where is the café?’

The café was surrounded by emergency vehicles and the area was blocked with yellow tape that read ‘POLICE LINE ENTREE INTERDITE’. The sidewalk was filled with ordinary French citizens trying to see what was going on. Wanda squeezed Natasha’s hand. ‘Follow me.’ Natasha let the witch guide her through the crowd of people towards one of the ambulances.

‘Where are we going?’ Natasha asked. Wanda slowed down.

‘Everyone’s thoughts are focused on thinking this was a robbery except one,’ She pointed to a young girl, no more than 18, sitting on the side of the road. Her shirt had the logo of the café and she was resting an icepack on her face. ‘My guess is whoever did this messed with the security cameras. The police are looking at this as a robbery and not a kidnapping.’ Natasha’s draw dropped.

‘When did you become a master spy?’ Wanda rolled her eyes.

‘I watch a lot of True Crime and you made me watch all of those Bond movies.’

‘Those movies are a work of art.’ Wanda giggled.

‘Whatever you say, darling. Come on.’ They walked over to the young girl and knelt down in front of her. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the two Avengers.

‘Savez-vous qui nous sommes?’ (Do you know who we are?)’ Natasha asked. With wide eyes the girl nodded her head. ‘Do you speak English?’ Natasha asked next.

‘Yes.’ Her voice was soft. There was a small trace of a French accent when she spoke English. Natasha wondered if the young girl spent a majority of her life in America and had to mask the way she spoke much like herself.

‘What’s your name?’ Wanda said with a smile.

‘Arielle.’

‘That is a beautiful name. Can you tell us what happened here?’ She didn’t answer right away and opted to play with the ice pack. Natasha saw the bruise on the side of her face.

‘Men robbed the café.’

‘Is that what really happened?’ Arielle didn’t respond. Natasha pulled out her phone and scrolled through the few photos she had on it. She came across one from the Fourth of July. It was of you and Yelena sitting next to each other as the sparkles in your hands started to go out. She smiled at the memory and showed Arielle the photo. Her eyes lit up. ‘The blonde is my sister and the girl next to her is the daughter of someone I consider a brother. I just want to make sure they are okay.’ Arielle nodded and bit her lip.

‘I was working the register when they came in.’ She pointed to the photo. ‘They were really nice. Your sister ordered two chocolate croissants - which I thought was a lot of sugar so early in the morning.’ Natasha smiled. It was one of the things she loved to watch with Yelena as she started to become her own person. ‘The men came in the back, tied us up, and changed into some extra uniforms we had in the office. One of them hit me in the head and tried to knock me out. But it didn’t work. I heard of them talking to your sister.’

‘What was he saying?’ Wanda asked.

‘She wanted the man to let her girlfriend go but he said no - that he knew she was the daughter of Hawkeye.’

‘Did they say why they needed them?’ Arielle nodded.

‘He said that your sister and I’m guessing you did something that caused a lot of people to lose their jobs.’ Natasha stole a glance at her girlfriend. It didn’t narrow it down.

‘Can you describe the men?’

‘I don’t think I can. They talked like your sister. They had similar accents.’ Arielle rubbed her head. ‘Your sister called something the Red Room. I think something happened because it got quiet. One of the men saw that I heard everything and I thought he was going to kill me. He just smiled, forced upon the register, and took money out. When they left, I undid the rope and I called the police. They were gone.’ She had unshed tears in her eyes. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, you do not need to apologize.’ Wanda said, taking the girl’s face in her hands, whipping away the tears with her thumb as they fell. ‘Do you think I can look inside your memories and help you remember these men?’ Her eyes went wide.

‘Will it hurt?’

‘Not at all.’ Arielle nodded. Wanda’s red magic surrounded the tips of her fingers and traveled towards Arielle’s temples. Natasha was in awe of her girlfriend and how much she has grown into her powers. It only took for a moment for Arielle's eyes to flash red and Wanda drew her powers back. Natasha took an old receipt out of her pocket and wrote down her number.

‘If you need anything you call me, okay?’ Arielle nodded, with a smile, and her number.

‘I hope you find them.’ She said as Natasha and Wanda walked away an EMS walked over to Arielle.

‘At least we know why they were taken.’ Natasha nodded and typed in a phone number. She placed it by her ear and listened to the ring. ‘Who are you calling?’

‘Melina, I need your help.’

Everything hurt. Your body felt heavy and there was a ringing in your ears. The worst pain was your head - it was pounding. You groaned, rolling your head in a circle and listened to your neck crack. A voice called out your name. They sounded worried but it was so hard to open your eyes. Your name was called out again, the voice was clearer. You think they asked you to open your eyes. ‘Come on dorogoy, wake up.’ Yelena. Your girlfriend. Your eyes opened with a gasp as your eyes darted around the room till they landed on Yelena. She was sitting on her knees in the corner on a mattress. Her arms and legs were chained. She seemed unharmed besides a bruise on the side of her head.

‘Yelena,’ You whispered, your throat was dry. Relief washed over Yelena’s face at the sound of your voice. ‘Your hurt.’ She chuckled.

‘I’m fine. Are you?’ You closed your eyes and did a mental inventory. 10 fingers, check. 10 toes, check. Besides being trapped to a chair you were - wait something felt off. A pressure was building. It started in your chest and moved up to your throat.

‘Yelena,’ You said, squeezing your hands into fist. ‘Am I wearing something?’

‘A metal collar. It’s blinking red.’ Dread washed over you. ‘What is going on?’ You opened your eyes.

‘It’s something that HYDRA invented and used. Wanda told me about it. They put it on people like me to suppress our gifts.’ You let out a shaky breath. ‘I can’t use my powers but they are fighting to escape. There is this pressure growing inside me.’ You tried to calm down your beating heart. You were no use to Yelena if you sent yourself into a panic attack. ‘Do you know where we are?’

‘I just woke up. No one has been in here.’ You nodded. ‘We are going to be okay.’

‘Gods I’m never going to hear the end of this from my father. I am going to be grounded for the rest of my life.’ Yelena laughed, shaking her head.

‘I think being grounded is the best option after all of this.’ You glared at her.

‘I honestly may prefer being kidnapped than being stuck with them.’

‘You-’ Before Yelena could finish her thought, the metal door opened. You watched as Yelena tensed up but you kept your attention to the door. 3 men entered, 2 of them were wearing tactical gear and one of them carried a video camera. The other wore a white button down and his sleeves were pushed up to his elbow. It was the same man that held the gun to your head at the café - you couldn’t help but stare at his scar. How did he get that?, you wondered. They wrecked fish. You knew Yelena smelt it because she made a face of disgust.

‘Are we comfortable?’ The man with the scar asked.

‘I wouldn’t rate it 5 stars on Hotel.com but as a place to keep people you’ve kidnapped it’s not bad.’ The man laughed.

‘You are funny. Did you get your humor from your father or was he too busy becoming a killer to raise you?’ He asked. Your jaw clenched.

‘I’m one of a kind.’

‘What do you want with us?’ Yelena asked. Scarman turned to face your girlfriend as his henchman closed the door and set up the camera facing it towards you.

‘We require something and we need leverage. Now,’ he placed his hand underneath Yelena’s chin. ‘You were trained to withstand our tortue methods.’ He pushed her to the ground and turned back to face you. ‘So we needed a new angle.’ His smile sent a chill down your spine. But you held his stare. ‘Your girlfriend will be easier to break.’

‘Why don’t you save your villain speech and tell us what you want? Money? The keys to the city?’ The punch surprised you. You heard Yelena call out your name as blood formed in your mouth. ‘You got a mouth on you, little one.’ He grabbed onto your hair and pulled your head back. You winched, tears formed in the corner of your eyes. ‘I wonder what else that mouth would be good for.’ He let go off your head and you leaned to the side, spitting the blood out of your mouth. You looked at Yelena and gave her a smile. I’m okay, it said. ‘To answer your question,’ He said as he was handed a pair of black gloves. Oh shit. ‘We plan to be bigger than Dreykov. Let’s begin shall we.’

Wanda watched girlfriend type furiously away on her laptop. After they left the café, they raced back to the hotel and booked the presidential suite. It provided them enough room for everyone to sleep and a conference room to meet with Tony virtually. Natasha hadn’t left her spot on the couch - going through contacts or anything to give them a lead. A doorbell echoed through the suite and the sound didn’t draw the Black Widow away. Wanda walked over to the door and opened it. ‘Steve?’ She questioned. Steve smiled as she stepped to the side, giving him space to walk in. He gave her a quick hug. ‘What are you doing here?’ She asked.

‘Figured we could use some help.’ Clint said, walking in behind Steve. ‘We made a few pit stops.’ Wanda held open the door as Laura followed her husband and Kate was behind her and at the end was Sam and Bucky.

‘How is she?’ Laura asked as Wanda closed the door and watched Clint walk over to Natasha. He finally got her to look away from her computer. Wanda sighed.

‘She’s doing. How is he? How are you?’ It was Laura’s turn to sigh.

‘We are hanging in there.’ It was a little chaotic getting everyone settled. Kate took the couch in the main living room. Clint and Laura took one of the guest bedrooms which led Sam, Bucky, and Steve for the last extra room. Wanda let them figure out the sleeping arrangement. They all sat in the conference room - waiting for Tony to video chat in. Wanda and Natasha filled in the team with what they found out.

‘I thought you and Yelena destroyed the Red Room for good.’ Clint said.

‘We did. Yelena was the one that killed Dreyok.’

‘So are you thinking someone who worked for Dreyok took them?’ Steve asked. Natasha nodded.

‘I called Melina and she’s going to see if she can find anything.’

‘What would they want with Y/n and Yelena?’

‘Arielle said they seemed pissed off so revenge. I’m not sure.’

‘They also knew Y/n was Clint’s daughter.’ Wanda added. Clint sighed. Wanda knew Clint and Laura took a lot of precaution on keeping their daughter’s identity a secret. The TV turned on and Tony appeared. He was still recovering from snapping Thanos’ army away.

‘What do you have for us Tony?’ Sam asked.

‘Wanda was right. Whoever took Mini Black Widow and Mini Barton hacked into the security footage to change what the police and we are seeing.’ He explained.

‘Can you trace it?’ Clint asked.

‘I did well. FRIDAY is tracing the signal but whoever did this is smart. Every time we think we are getting close to IP address changes, it’s bouncing all over the world.’

‘Our life would be easier if the bad guys were bad at their job.’ Bucky joked.

‘You are not wrong Cyborg speaking of our bad guys. We have these sketches from our resident witch.’ Tony brought 3 sketches up.

‘Arielle only got a good look at 3 of them.’ Wanda explained, she pointed to the one with the scar near his eye. ‘It seems like this one is the man in charge. He was the one holding a gun against Y/n’s head.’ Clint’s hands turned into fist and a fire burned in his eyes. Wanda didn’t need to look inside his head to see what he was thinking. Laura placed a hand over his.

‘If we are going from the angle that this has to do with the Red Room we can believe it is going to be impossible to find the real names of these people. But FRIDAY is looking through traffic cameras.’

‘Melina has been sent these pictures as well.’

‘So in conclusion, we have nothing. We don’t have a solid lead to where Y/n and Yelena are.’ Clint said.

‘We have more than what we normally have. We start there. We all have contacts. Let's reach out to them.’ Steve said. A ding filled the room. It came from Tony followed by the sound of him typing.

‘What is it, Stark?’

‘An email with a link to a video.’ His eyes went wide. ‘It’s Y/n.’

‘Play it.’ Laura ordered. Tony’s eyes flickered to Sam, waiting on his order on what to do. ‘Stark, play it.’ He sighed as Sam nodded his head. The screen changed to a video of you. It was paused and Tony hit play. It took them a minute to realize that the video was playing for how still you were. The only movement was your eyes following someone.

‘What’s around her neck?’ Kate asked.

‘Nothing good.’ Wanda said, taking Natasha’s hand. Seeing the collar around your neck brought up memories she thought she’d lone buried. They watched as blood dripped down your chin.

‘I’m going to kill him.’ Clint fumed. A man appeared into the frame - his face was out of the frame and a knife twirled through his fingers.

‘Aren’t you going to say hi to your family, little one?’ He asked you. You remain silent, staring ahead into the camera. ‘Awe, are you camera shy? We were so talkative a minute ago.’ He grabbed your throat and put the knife to it. The room grew tense. ‘Say hello or your blood will stain my very nice shirt.’ You turned to face him, moving slowly so the blade wouldn’t cut you, and spit blood in your face. ‘You bitch.’

‘Atta girl.’ Bucky mumbled. He punched you, then another, then another in your stomach. You didn’t make a sound as you spit more blood out and smiled.

‘Looks like you got some blood on your shirt.’ You laughed. The man sighed.

‘Why are we being difficult?’ He asked

‘I’m a Barton, we don't make things easy for people.’ Laura and Clint chuckled.

‘But even Barton’s have a pain threshold we just have to find it.’ He grabbed your jaw as he stood behind you, tracing the knife against your cheek. ‘Such a pretty face you have. I wonder if Miss. Belova will find you attractive if I leave my mark or how much will be left for your parents to mourn if we don’t start behaving.’ Wanda could feel the pull of Natasha’s thoughts at the mention of her sister but she kept her powers at bay. Everyone’s thoughts were so loud. ‘Do I make myself clear?’

‘Crystal.’

‘Good girl.’ He placed his nose in your hair and took a deep breath in, placing the knife in his pocket and grabbed the camera, moving it up to face level. He was wearing a ski mask. The only thing they could see was the blue color of his eyes. ‘Hello Mr. Stark and I’m guessing Mr. Barton and Miss. Romanoff is also in attendance or I’d given you far too much credit. You see what I’m in possession of and what I’m capable of.’ He turned the camera around and faced the corner of the room. A man held Yelena up on her knees, a gun pointed against her temple. ‘Would you like to say hello Miss. Belova?’ Yelena struggled against the man but he held her tighter. He turned the camera back to himself.

‘They are filled with such fire. I am excited to smother it. I will be calling you within 30 minutes of you receiving this message to discuss terms. I do hope you take me seriously and you will see your daughter and sister again.’ He faced the camera towards you again. He took out the knife - moved it around your face. Clint was struggling to sit still. But Wanda didn’t see fear in your eyes. It was anger, a fire that mirrored Yelena, your parents, and everyone else in this room.

‘You are messing with the wrong fucking family.’ You spit. The man laughed.

‘I know exactly what family I’m dealing with. A family that leaves people that they claim to love behind. A family that is filled with killers that wear the mask of heroes. Maybe some time together you’ll see who your family really is.’ He stopped the point of the blade at your shoulder. You struggled to keep your face neutral as the knife pierced through the scrub you were wearing and into your skin. Blood began to pool around the wound and drip down.

‘Y/n.’ They heard Yelena’s voice off camera. Her voice was desperate. He twisted the blade, you bit down on your lip keeping the scream that threatened to escape at bay. You whimpered. ‘Stop.’ Yelena said. The man twisted the knife again. But you didn’t scream. You squeezed your eyes shut. Clint stood from his chair, knocking it over. He pulled the knife out. Your breathing became labored and your body shook in pain.

‘Fuck. You.’ You said, through gritted teeth. He whipped the knife off on your pant leg.

‘We are just getting started, little one.’ You looked into the camera. Your breathing was deep as you tried to manage the pain. You nodded and looked at your capture.

‘Bring it.’ The video ended. Silence covered the room, everyone was afraid to speak. Wanda’s heart was beating fast. She hated seeing you this way. Wanda saw you like a younger sister, you and the Witch became close after they defeated Ultron. You were there for her when she was grieving her brother, her country.

‘Tony,’ Laura broke the silence. ‘Can you go back to the part where he punched her?’ She asked. Tony nodded and rewound the video. ‘Zoom in on her right hand and play it.’ He played it, muting the video as they watched your hand move. It looked as if you were trying to do anything to distract your mind from the pain.

‘She’s using sign language.’ Kate said. A few looked at the young archer, who blushed under the attention. ‘She’s teaching me.’

‘What is she saying?’ Steve asked Clint. He sighed, placing his hand under his chin. He watched you sign.

‘3 men. Scar. Dreyok. Fish.’ He translated.

‘There must be 3 men in the room.’ Sam guessed.

‘Scarface from the café is probably the bastard that stabbed her.’ Bucky added.

‘Why Dreyok? He’s dead.’ Steve questioned. Natasha shrugged.

‘And fish?’ Wanda asked.

‘Maybe they smell like fish.’ Kate suggested. Clint was looking at the screen again.

‘More men café.’ He translated the next phrase of sign language.

‘3 men wouldn’t have been enough to overpower Yelena and Y/n.’ Natasha said. Wanda was proud of herself, she had a better understanding of her powers but sometimes they would wander. Her powers tapped into Clint’s thoughts, he was fixated on the collar on your neck.

‘What are you thinking about, Clint?’ Wanda asked.

‘Stark, go back to the beginning of the video and zoom in on her neck.’ Tony did as he was told. ‘What is that?’ He asked, pointing to the metal collar blinking red.

‘HYDRA invented the collar,’ Wanda explained. ‘It’s a device used for punishment that prohibits the person wearing it from using their powers. The worst part of it though is that it tricks your body into thinking you need to use your abilities.’ Wanda shivered. ‘But the collar keeps them down; it's like when you shake a wine bottle and the pressure builds but the cork stops it.’

‘Lovely.’ Kate mumbled. Clint nodded.

‘No not the collar - underneath the collar.’ Tony zoomed in closer.

‘Looks like a necklace, shaped in a bow.’ Clint smiled.

‘They didn’t take it off.’

‘Do you want to fill us in, Barton?’ Steve asked. Clint faced the group.

‘I gave her that necklace before she left for Portugal. It has a tracker on it.’ Natasha’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She closed her mouth, shaking her head.

‘Clint, we need to have a serious talk about your parenting.’ Clint shrugged, rolling his eyes. ‘Can you track it?’ She asked Tony.

‘If they are keeping them in place where the signal isn’t being jammed. Send me the tracking information.’ Natasha slid her computer over to Clint.

‘And if they are keeping them in a place where we can’t track them.’ Bucky questioned.

‘Then during the call we tell them to get the necklace somewhere we can.’ Laura said.

The man holding Yelena up threw her to the ground. She grunted at the impact and she sat up watching the man she was plotting his murder about 100 different ways, place the knife away. ‘Go get the doctor. We can’t let her bleed to death.’ He said, taking his mask off. Your head was down and Yelena wanted nothing more than to hold you, to take all of your pain away.

‘You’ve signed your death wish.’ Yelena promised. The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

‘I hate getting blood on my hands but we do what we have to do to survive.’ He looked at Yelena. ‘You know that better than anyone, don’t you Yelena?’ It was the first time she’s heard her first name fall from the man’s lips and she hated it. It reminded her of Dreyok. Of instructors in the Red Room. The door opened and a woman carrying a medical bag walked in. Yelena estimated her to be around the age of Melina. ‘Stitch her up.’ The man ordered. The doctor knelt in front of you and took off your top to the best of her ability. She examined the wound.

‘You didn’t tear any muscles.’ She said her accent was Russian and it reminded her of her mother. She wondered if Melina and Alexi knew that they were gone. Were they helping Natasha? A part of her wondered if they cared, those thoughts were consent in her mind. ‘She’ll just need stitches.’ The man nodded. She started to clean the wound and you jerked away from her touch. You calmed down instantly from what Yelena didn’t know. You didn’t bother to hide your discomfort as she closed the wound. ‘Don’t tear the stitches.’ You nodded as the doctor left.

‘We’ll be back.’ The room emptied and it was just you and Yelena.

‘Y/n -’

‘I’m okay, Lena.’ You said, smiling. ‘I could use some water though.’

‘You were signing.’ You jerked your head up. ‘There are no cameras or mics in here.’ You nodded. ‘What did you tell them?’ Like your Russian, Yelena’s sign language wasn’t great. She could say her name and ask where the bathroom was - which you claimed was the most important thing to know.

‘As much as I could without getting caught. How many men, the scar on his face, he mentioned Dreyok, and they reek of fish.’ Yelena chuckled.

‘Is that why you were pissing him off?’ You nodded again.

‘I had to keep him busy so he wouldn’t notice.’ You sighed, closing your eyes. ‘I didn’t think he’d stab me in round one.’

‘Dorogoy, look at me.’ You did. Yelena was smiling at you. Her smile filled you with warmth that you didn’t realize you were missing. ‘They’ll find us or we’ll get out.’

‘Do you have a plan?’ You asked.

‘Sort of you aren’t going to like it.’

Natasha opened the door to the balcony and found Clint already there. He was leaning against the railing with a cup of coffee in his hands. ‘How many cups have you had?’ She asked, standing next to him.

‘Not enough.’ He said, looking into the brown liquid then drank the rest of it.

‘We’ll find them.’ Natasha said. She wasn’t sure if she said it to reassure him or herself. ‘They are both strong.’

‘She’s strong, no thanks to me.’ He said, softly. ‘When she told us about this trip I said no right away and we fought. It seems all we do is fight with her nowadays.’ He shook his head. ‘She said to me I am only present and act like her father when it benefits me.’ Natasha kept her face neutral. She’s seen the aftermath of the fights between you and your parents and as your godmother she’s tried to comfort you. But you never vented to her. You kept it all to yourself. Natasha knew you were hurting. ‘I knew she was talking about the Blip.’ 5 years. 5 years Natasha went without her girlfriend, her sister, her family all while looking after you and the remaining the team leader of the Avengers that agreed to help. You were old enough to live on your own but Natasha knew you needed family close to her, Natasha needed it to. She won’t ever forget your face every time she came up empty handed when looking for your father. It broke her heart but you would smile at her and help her with whatever she needed.

‘You said it yourself,’ Natasha finally said. ‘Everyone handled the Blip in their own way.’

‘What I did can’t be justified. I left my oldest alone to mourn a family she lost.’ Clint looked at Natasha. ‘Thank you for making sure she was okay. I've never said that to you.’

‘Have you apologized to her?’ He shook his head, no. ‘Why?’

‘I don’t know how.’ He rubbed his head. ‘Out of all of our kids she reminds me of Laura the most - in appearance and in spirit. So when they all blipped away and I looked at Y/n, all I saw was Laura. It’s not good enough reasoning but it’s what I have.’ She nodded.

‘When we find them, tell her. Just sit and talk to her. Don’t control the conversation. You’ll be surprised how understanding she can be.’ Clint took Natasha’s hand in his.

‘Did you picture this?’ She looked at him confused. ‘When I gave you the opportunity to defect to SHIELD - what did you imagine your life would be like?’ He asked. Natasha sighed, lacing their fingers together.

‘Definitely not this. I never thought I deserved a family, now I have so many different people in my life I can’t imagine life without them. I failed Yelena once. I can't do it again.’ The balcony door opened, stopping whatever Clint was going to say to try to confront his friend. It was Kate.

‘Sorry I didn’t mean to interpret but Tony has something for us before they call.’ Clint nodded, letting go of Natasha’s hand and walked inside, placing a hand on Kate’s shoulder as he passed.

‘I appreciate you helping us.’ Natasha said to the young archer.

‘Oh!’ Kate blushed. ‘It’s not a big deal really. If roles were reversed I know they would do the same for me.’ Kate scratched the back of her head. ‘They are my best friends. I’ll do anything for them.’ Natasha put her arm around Kate’s shoulder as they walked back into the hotel room and towards the conference room. They took their seats and looked at the screen where Tony and Peter were.

‘Fill us in Stark.’ Sam said.

‘Peter tracked Y/n with the information Legolas gave us.’ Peter pulled up a map.

‘They aren’t in Paris anymore.’ He said. ‘We could track them from the cafe to when they got onto a plane and touched down in Russia. After that we lose them.’

‘I’ll call Melina and tell her that we’ll be headed her way.’ Natasha said.

‘I’ll do it.’ Wanda smiled. ‘Steve wants to go over a plan for the call.’ She stood up, kissed Natasha on the side of her head, and left the room.

‘I think Nat, Clint, and Laura should be on the videochat.’ Steve explained. ‘If we keep that more people are helping a secret the better. We’ll have the advantage.’

‘Clint and Nat it’s your job to keep him talking while Laura sends the message to Y/n about the necklace and allow Tony and Peter to trace the signal.’ Sam added.

‘Now that we know they are in Russia and we have multiple data points. Hopefully, we can find a general area.’

‘Nat, have you figured out what they could ask for?’ Bucky asked as they began to set up. Kate placed Natasha’s laptop in front of her and Clint moved next to her while Laura sat in the back. She wore a necklace similar to the one Clint gave you.

‘I-’ Natasha stopped. ‘They want to recreate the Red Room.’ She said. ‘I think I know what they are going to ask.’

‘It has a tracker!’ You said in disbelief. Yelena told you the conversation that took place between her and your father at the airport. It was about the very necklace that was still on your neck. You didn’t wear it all the time but as Yelena just said the necklace was with you at every stop - mostly in your girlfriend’s pocket. ‘Unbelievable. That man needs therapy to work out whatever issue has that thinks this is okay.’

‘I’m sorry. It was the only way he would allow you to go.’ You sighed, resting back in the chair. Your shoulder stun at your movement. On one hand you were upset with Yelena that she didn’t tell you about it sooner but you knew she would do anything to make this trip happen. What really pissed you off is your father getting your girlfriend involved.

‘It’s not your fault.’ You finally said, looking back at her. ‘So that means they can find us.’

‘Yes and no. If they noticed that you were still wearing it then they can track it. But the problem becomes if they have a signal jammer to prohibit them from tracing it.’ Yelena explained.

‘Which we can believe is in place due to the fact that we are still locked up.’ Yelena nodded. ‘So we have to somehow get the necklace off of me and break one of us out of these cuffs. Then break out of this room and out of this building so they can trace the signal.’ You summarized.

‘Yes.’ You laughed.

‘Simple.’ You mumbled, there was in fact nothing simple about this plan. You had no idea where you were, how many were employed under Scarman, and you both were tired. ‘Why is American Pie your favorite song?’ You asked. Yelena seemed startled by the sudden topic change. ‘You don’t have to tell me. But there is a lot I still want to learn about you and to-to tell you. We don’t know if your plan will work.’ You watched the realization of what you said dawn on Yelena.

‘It was when I was in Ohio.’ Yelena started to tell you. ‘At a young age I had nightmares. Melina said I had such a wild imagination. I woke up one night and I couldn’t find Melina. But Alexi was outside, listening to music, and drinking. He let me sit with him and we sat in silence with each other.’ Yelena laughed at the memory. ‘He isn’t great with feelings and I was still upset from my nightmare when American Pie came on. He stood up, took my hand and his and started to dance me around.’ You smiled at the soft look on your girlfriend’s face. ‘I had to stand on his feet to keep up with him. When the song was over I forgot what scared me.’ Yelena nodded. ‘So yeah I guess that’s why I like it.’

‘It’s a good song.’ The door opened and three men came back in, wearing their masks. Two of them were holding bowls and a bottle of water.

‘Eat.’ Scarman ordered as they stepped over to you and Yelena. ‘It’s not poisoned.’ It looked like oatmeal. You opened your mouth as you were offered a spoon full of it. You didn’t want to eat it but you knew your body needed the fuel to endure whatever Scarman was going to put you through. Once the bowl was empty, you were given the bottle of water. ‘How was the food?’ He asked.

‘You need a better chief.’ Yelena mumbled.

‘So ungrateful. Shall we give your family a call?’ They brought in a table and set up a laptop. You tried to watch them login but your attention was forced to look elsewhere. Scarman grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. ‘I do hope you behave.’ He said. ‘Or the doctor is going to stitch you up again.’ The sound of a phone ringing filled the silent room and he let go of your face. A man took his position behind your girlfriend, a gun to her head. The call connected and you were greeted with the sight of your parents and Natasha.

‘Where is my sister?’ Natasha asked. You saw Yelena relax at the sound of her sister’s voice.

‘Relax Natalia, Yelena is fine. Isn’t she, little one?’

‘She’s okay, Nat. She’s pissed off but I feel like that’s a mutual feeling.’ You said.

‘What do you want?’ Clint asked. The man shook his head, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

‘Tsk, tsk. Straight to business, Hawkeye. You don’t even want to know how your daughter is doing.’ You locked eyes with your father.

‘You okay, chipmunk?’ He asked, softly. You smiled at the childhood nickname you hadn’t heard in years. You nodded.

‘I’m okay, P-Man.’ Clint’s eyes lit up. A tight feeling in your chest formed when you saw how happy a simple nickname made your father so happy. It was guilt.

‘It’s like pulling teeth with you people to get you to do anything.’ Scarman said. You knew he was rolling his eyes even though you couldn’t see him.

‘Stop playing games and tell us what you want.’ Natasha said. Scarman started to circle you, moving your hand across your chest. A simple sports bra was the only thing that was covering you. You fought every nerve in your body to stay still but the feeling of his hands on you made your skin crawl. You focused on the screen in front of you - watching Clint and Natasha glare at the man. But your mom seemed distracted. She was playing with a necklace around her neck. Before you could think too much into it, Scarman wrapped his hand around your throat and bent down so he was level with your ear. His breath against your ear made you flinch away but he squeezed your throat. You gasped for air. ‘Stop fucking around.’ Natasha warned.

‘Oh are we not having fun? Very well.’ He whispered in your ear his demands. You looked at him in shock, your mouth hung open.

‘Go on, tell them.’ Your body felt cold as you learned what they wanted, what they wanted to recreate. A thousand thoughts raced through your head. If you kept quiet then they wouldn’t know. A deal can’t be made.

‘Open your mouth, little one.’ But what would they do to you or Yelena? Your girlfriend has already experienced so much pain by the hands of these monsters. ‘Tell them!’ He yelled, squeezing your throat tighter.

‘No,’ You said, pulling your head back. ‘Tell them yourself.’ You turned back to the laptop, staring at your mom. She was moving the charm on her necklace along the chain. Her eyes met yours.

‘Are you really going to force your loved ones to watch me tortue you?’

‘You are a big boy, tell them yourself.’ Why was she playing with it? Did she develop a nervous tick? You focused on the charm as the first punch came. It was a bow. Another punch. They knew you had the necklace on. Your head began to pound and you could make out voices talking around you but not what they were saying. He grabbed onto your shoulder and your body screamed in pain.

They knew about the necklace so you must be in some place they can’t track you, you pieced together. ‘Chip,’ Your father’s voice pierced through the pain that was clouding your mind. ‘It’s okay. You can tell us.’

‘He wants Melina to recreate the mind controlling mechanism Dreyok used.’ Your mom started to sign.

R. ‘But he wants it to be better.’

U. ‘He wants it to be perfect.’

S. ‘So what happened with the first one won’t happen again.’

S. I. ‘He wants it completed and tested in 48 hours.’ A. Russia. You weren’t in Paris anymore. You saw Yelena turn pale at the news.

‘You realize what you are asking is impossible, right?’ Natasha asked. ‘It took Melina and a group of Dreyok’s best scientists to create it and there still was a weakness.’

‘It’s a good thing her daughter is friends with Tony Stark because this little chippy has 48 hours before things become uncomfortable.’ He grabbed onto the collar. ‘We made our own modifications to this collar. This one has a dial, it’s been on the lowest setting. We can turn it up.’ You heard the turn of a dial and it hit you. Your powers began to try to escape but the collar kept everything locked down. Scarman looked at Natasha. ‘Ask your girlfriend how much pain she’s in right now.’ Your body felt like it was on fire. You kept trying to calm your racing heart as the collar tricked your body thinking you were in danger and your powers were the only thing that could save you. You squeezed your eyes shut as a pained whimper escaped.

‘Enough.’ It was the first time you heard your mom’s voice. ‘We’ll get what you want.’ Your eyes shot open.

‘No!’ You yelled. ‘Don’t-’ He covered your mouth with his hand.

‘Quiet. The adult’s are talking.’ You wanted to bite down on his hand but you knew you had to pick and choose your battles with him. Thankfully, he turned the collar setting down. ‘I’ll call back looking for an update, Mrs. Barton.’ He walked over to the laptop and shut it.

‘She’s right,’ Yelena said. ‘Melina won’t be able to create something in that short amount of time.’

‘I guess we’ll just have to conceive her to make a miracle happen. We’ll see each other shortly.’ You let out a shaky breath as the door closed.

‘Well that was fun.’ You sighed, closing your eyes. Gods. You were so tired.

‘Hey, zoloste. Keep your eyes open. You can’t sleep yet.’

‘I’m tired, Lena.’ You whined. The logical part of your brain knew Yelena was right. With so many blows to the head you were suffering from a concussion no doubt. But you were so sleepy.

‘I know but you can’t sleep. Talk to me. Tell me anything.’ You nodded.

‘They know about the-the necklace.’ Were the lights in the room always so bright? ‘We aren’t in Paris. They moved us to Russia.’ A headache was forming and a pressure behind your eyes.

‘You are doing so good. Keep going.’

‘I can’t. I just need to rest my eyes.’

‘We just boarded the Quinjet.’ Natasha told Melina. ‘We should be there in an hour.’ She was standing on the ramp of the jet as everyone loaded up the hotel room.

‘Are you staying here?’ She asked. Natasha shook her head, even though her adoptive mother couldn’t see her.

‘Tony found us a house.’ She answered.

‘Nonsense. You can stay at the farm.’

‘There isn’t enough space at the farm for all of us.’

‘Of course there is!’

‘Melina, please. I will send you the address and you and Alexi can meet us there.’ Natasha didn’t have time to argue about this.

‘Did they list out their demands?’ Melina asked.

‘Nat,’ She spun around at the sound of her name. It was Bucky. ‘We are about to take off.’ Natasha nodded.

‘They did. We’ll discuss it when we see you. I got to go.’

‘Fly safe, Natalia. We’ll see you shortly.’ Natasha hung up the phone and walked up the ramp of the Quinjet. Bucky was waiting for her, his arms crossed against his chest. The Paris’ sun was shining against his vibranium arm.

‘Little Red.’ He said with a smile. Natasha rolled her eyes at the nickname he gave her in the Red Room. ‘How are we doing?’

‘Tying to hold it together.’ She answered.

‘You don’t have to be strong in front of us. Natasha has feelings. Natasha is human.’

‘Natasha isn’t going to get them back; the Black Widow will.’ She shook her head. ‘What’s going on between you, Sam, and Steve?’ She asked, trying to change the direction of the conversation. The former Winter Soldier blushed which caused Natasha to smirk and chuckle.

‘Zaymisʹ svoimi delami, krasnenʹkiy.’ (Mind your own business, little red.)

‘Ty dovolen?’ (Are you happy?) Natasha asked. Bucky smiled, with a nod of his head.

‘Da ty?’ (Yes, are you?)’

‘Da.’ Natasha went to sit next to Wanda, who moved to sit between her legs. She used her leg as a pillow and Natasha started to move her fingers through the brunette’s hair. Yes she was happy as she looked around the Quinjet. Kate was resting her head on Laura’s shoulder with Clint next to his wife. Sam was inputting the coordinates to FRIDAY then joined Steve and Bucky.

‘I remember when Y/n was younger and we just moved to the farm. We were sitting underneath a tree near the barn,’ Clint became to tell his story. He captured everyone’s attention. ‘I made her promise to never grow old and I promised her to always keep her safe. And I made a promise I couldn’t keep.’

‘We are close, Clint. We’ll find her.’ Steve looked at Natasha. ‘We’ll find both of them.’

‘I can’t do it.’ Melina said after Clint and Natasha explained what they wanted in exchange for your and Yelena’s return.

‘Can’t you-’

‘Develop a solution to a problem I didn’t know existed and it took years to create in 48 hours?’ The elder Black Widow interrupted Clint. Everyone was in the kitchen minus Alexi and Sam who were out getting food. ‘When I say I can’t do something, Clint Barton, I can’t do it.’ She grabbed a glass from the cabinet and opened a bottle of vodka. She poured herself some. ‘Can’t Tony Stark find them with his supercomputer?’

‘Do you really think we would be sitting here if he did?’ Natasha asked, rolling her eyes. She poured her own drink.

‘Ugh, Americans.’

‘And you don’t recognize them?’ Wanda asked. Melina shook her head.

‘They are too young for our paths to cross. After my work with Dreyok was done, I stayed out of his other dealings.’ The front door opened and the smell of pizza made everyone sigh. Sam walked into the kitchen with 5 boxes and Alexi had 2 more with drinks and a plastic bag.

‘Got enough food.’ Bucky joked. Sam huffed as he placed the boxes on the counter, placing his hands on his hips.

‘Well, we are feeding 3 super soldiers, 2 Black Widows, 2 Hawkeyes, a former SHIELD agent, the Scarlet Witch, and the new Captain America. We got a lot of people to feed.’ Alexi sat down as Laura passed out plates. He piled 3 slices of pizza onto his plate. ‘See!’

‘Have we figured out whose ass we are going to kick to get our little girls back?’ He asked.

‘We are discussing that.’ Melina slid napkins over to him. ‘Stop eating like you're still in the Russian prison.’ Alexi rolled his eyes, raising his hands in mock surrender. He whipped his face with the napkin.

‘What do they want? Money? Pigs?’

‘They want Melina to recreate the brainwashing mechanism she created for Dreykov.’ Wanda explained.

‘But it can’t be flawed like the first time. It has to be perfect and created in less than 48 hours.’ Kate added on.

‘And Melina said she can’t do it.’ Clint mumbled, angrily biting into his pizza. Alexi laughed.

‘Of course she can do it.’ Clint’s jaw dropped as he looked between the Black Widow and the Red Guardian. ‘My Melina is a perfectionist. She has it figured out already.’ Melina was glaring at the super soldier.

‘You lied.’ Natasha said in disbelief.

‘It’s not that simple.’ Melina defended.

‘How is it not simple?’ Clint asked, raising his voice. ‘You either can do it or you can not. And clearly you can do it. But for some reason you just lied. Do you not want to save your daughter?’ Melina’s face turned cold.

‘Watch yourself, Barton.’ She warned.

‘No,’ He took a step forward. ‘My daughter is being tortured and the fact that you could save her and you are refusing to gets me a little pissed off.’ Alexi stood up, knocking over his chair in the process.

‘Step away from her, you tiny American. Or you’ll be put through that wall.’ The arguing continued. Bucky and Sam got in between Alexi and Clint before a physical fight could take off while Natasha directed her anger at Melina. Laura was not having this. She was too tired, too stressed, and too worried for this to be happening.

‘Enough!’ Laura yelled. The fighting stopped. ‘This isn’t going to get our daughter’s back.’ She looked at Melina, who was staring into a half filled glass of vodka. ‘Why did you lie?’ She asked. Melina finished the rest of her drink.

‘It was a few weeks after the fall of the Red Room. Yelena, myself, and a few other Widows were searching and saving those still under Drekov’s control.’ She filled the glass again. ‘I was in my lab creating more of the Red Dust and as a scientist my mind kept questioning how this dust counteracted the mind control.’ Her fingers were tapping against the glass. ‘And I figured it out. But as I did, Yelena came in.’ Melina sighed. ‘She thought the worst, our relationship wasn’t what it is now and I promised her that I won’t make it.’

‘Even if it will save her and Y/n.’ Natasha said. Melina nodded.

‘Something flipped like a switch when you and her came back into my life.’ Melina said. ‘I won’t break my promise to her, I can’t. I won’t.

‘So, what do we do?’ Clint asked.

‘We lie when they call.’ Steve answered. ‘We will tell them that Melina is working on it, which will keep Yelena and Y/n safe and give us time to find them.’

‘Or it gives them time to find a way out.’ Sam said.

‘Wake up, little one.’ Cold water was thrown on you and pulled you awake. You coughed, spitting the water out of your mouth.

‘A gentle shake on the arm would have done the trick.’ You shook your head, hoping to clear the water from your vision. It worked. You looked at Yelena, she had a few new bruises. She looked tired. You wondered if you looked any better. The laptop was set up again.

‘Ready?’ You didn’t respond as the call started. You were tired. Your sleep wasn’t peaceful, filled with a man with a scar hurting everyone you cared about. The call connected and you were greeted with the same sight plus Melina. ‘Melina Vostokoff. It is an honor to be in your presence. Did you know?’ He grabbed your head, forcing you to look at him. ‘She went through the Red Room 4 times before Natalia stepped through it.’ He threw your head forward and you didn’t fight it. ‘Did they tell you what we want?’

‘Yes.’ Melina said simply.

‘And?’

‘What you are asking for is impossible.’ Yelena chuckled.

‘Told you.’ Scarman sighed.

‘I guess we’ll have to get creative.’ You heard the door open and the sound of footsteps. You forced your head up and watched the masked men undo the handcuffs on your hand and feet, forcing you to stand.

‘What are you doing?’ Your father asked. A chain was attached to the new cuffs on your hands. You watched them attach it to the ceiling above you. Suddenly, you were suspended in the air. You gasped and winced at the pain. You felt the stitches move from where you were stabbed. As soon as the men were done, they left.

‘Dorogoy,’ Yelena said. ‘Look at me, okay?’ Your eyes went to your girlfriend immediately. You heard movement behind you but you didn’t look away from Yelena. Ker-Chack. Your eyes went wide at the sound of a whip cracking.

‘I don’t like liars, Melina. So why don’t we try again. Did they tell us what we want?’ You looked back at the laptop. If looks could kill, Scarman would be dead as Melina glared at him. Her eyes flickered to you.

‘Yes.’ She gritted.

‘And?’ He repeated.

‘I need more than 48 hours.’ She said.

‘See, why didn’t we start with that?’ He asked. The first hit of the whip took you by surprise as it slashed against your back. You jumped forward as you bit down on your lip forcing down the scream. You couldn’t stop the tears. ‘You have 48 hours.’

‘72.’ She counter offered. Another hit.

‘You have 48. Do you want 24?’

‘56.’ You closed your eyes expecting the hit but it never came.

‘56 hours, not one minute over.’ He cracked the whip against your back 3 more times. On the 5th hit, you screamed in pain. You felt blood dripping down your back. You looked at the screen. Your mom had tears running down her cheeks. Your father’s jaw was clenched, eyes glistening with tears. ‘Such pretty noises you make. 56 hours.’ He closed the laptop. The room was silent besides your uneven breathing.

‘I’m going to fucking kill you.’ Yelena growled.

‘Get the doctor.’ He sighed. ‘Again.’ You were lowered to the ground. As your knees hit the ground, your body collapsed and darkness welcomed you.

Helpless. That was the feeling that was moving through Yelena as she watched that monster hurt you. You’ve been so strong, out lasting some of the Widows Yelena trained with. You regained consciousness when the doctor cleaned the wounds on your back. She was whispering something to you. You just nodded. Yelena knew Melina was lying and she wondered if she was going to keep her promise. At this rate, Yelena rather than Melina break her promise so this would end. But years of training, she knew even if they handed over the mind controlling agent it did not mean everyone would walk away. The doctor finished and Scarman’s men chained you to the back wall. Your hands above your head. You shifted so your back wasn’t directly touching the wall.

‘Will she do it?’ You asked as the door closed. Your voice was rough from your screams. Your screams. That sound would haunt her dreams. Yelena knew you were tired. Bruises covered your face. A stab wound on your shoulder. Now wounds on your back from a whip. Plus that stupid collar. Yelena didn’t know how much more you had in you. ‘Will Melina give it to them?’

‘I don’t know, dorogoy.’ You nodded.

‘I don’t want her to. I don’t want young girls to go through what you did, Lena.’ Yelena shifted on the mattress. You smiled. ‘I remember when I was younger, mom and dad were reading me a bedtime story. It was a little scary but full of adventure. My dad took me in his arms and said, ‘When you get older your wild heart will live for younger days. Think of me if you’re ever afraid.’ You closed your eyes. Yelena watched as your shoulders shook and tears fell. ‘Things were so much simpler back then. Gods. I can’t remember the last time I told him I loved him.’

‘What happened between you and your father?’ Your eyes opened slowly.

‘What has Natasha told you?’ You questioned.

‘Nothing. Just that you and Clint aren’t on great terms and that your family got blipped away besides you and him.’ You nodded.

‘My relationship with him was strained before the Blip from what I told you.’ Yelena remembered the trackers on your clothes and phones, the strict curfew hours. They did all of this in the name of keeping you safe. Which Yelena understood to a point. ‘But those 5 years put the nail on the coffin. He became the Ronin.’ After Yelena returned, she heard stories of the Ronin. A masked man running around taking justice into his own hands. ‘I stayed with Nat at the compound. For 5 years, I mourned my family alone and helped her where I could while he was dealing with the Blip.’

‘He never contacted you?’ Yelena questioned. You shook your head.

‘Besides the day he told me what happened and dropped me off at the compound. Nat tried to find him and he left signs for us to tell us that he was still alive. First week I was really hopeful that he would come back to me.’ Your voice shook. You took a deep breath in and out. ‘I needed him, you know? I bugged Nat for updates and sometimes she would leave to try to catch him but she returned empty handed. One week turned into 2 months, 2 months turned into a year, and one year turned into 5. When they came up with the Time Heist, he came back. Do you know what he did when he saw me?’ You asked. Yelena shook her head. ‘He gave me a pat on the back.’ You shook your head, laughing softly. ‘You know what the fucked up thing is. I’m not mad at him for becoming the Ronin. I am mad because I forgave him so easily and he didn’t even apologize for it. I’m mad because he’s done so many shitty things to me and I still love him. And-’ You cleared your throat. ‘And if I don’t make it out of this I need you to tell him, mom too, that I love them and I forgive them.’

You weren’t sure how much time had passed. Scarman’s people brought in more oatmeal and water. You knew he needed you alive until he got what he wanted. You tried to keep track of how many times they came in but it was too much for your brain to handle. You and Yelena spent the time talking about small things and taking turns sleeping. Yelena made you take more naps claiming you needed it more than her. You wanted to argue but you knew you weren’t going to win but the dark circles that were forming under her eyes weren’t making you feel better.

It was one of those times Yelena allowed herself to close her eyes. You were watching the door, humming a song to keep yourself awake, when the door opened. To your surprise, it was the doctor. She was carrying two trays. ‘Yelena.’ Your voice woke up your girlfriend immediately. The food was different. The smell made your stomach into knots. She walked over to you first, kneeling down at your level.

‘I got you something different.’ She said, cutting the piece of meat up and holding out a fork. You took the food, almost moaning at the taste. You watched as she went into her pocket and pulled out a small white pill. ‘It’s not my best cooking.’ She said, pushing the pull into the next bite. ‘How is your back?’ She asked. You hesitated with this bite but she gave you a look that mirrored your mothers when you were being difficult at the dinner table.

‘Sore but I’ll be okay thanks to you.’ She nodded and fed you the rest. She placed a straw into the glass and held it to your lips. You took slow sips, savoring the water.

‘You have food on your face.’ She took a napkin and whipped you face, leaning close to your ear. ‘He’s upset.’ She warned. ‘The pill I gave you should numb whatever he’s about to do to you.’ You finished the drink.

‘Thank you.’ You meant it. Without her, you wouldn’t have lasted this long. It was her gentle touches as she cleaned your wounds that reminded you that the world still had light in it. She nodded and walked over to Yelena. It was the same interaction. The doctor spoke in a hushed voice that you couldn’t hear. But you saw Yelena’s eyes widen for a split second but she drew on her mask. Yelena shifted her back, putting it flush against the wall.

The door flew open and the small room was soon filled with Scarman and his men. ‘Get out of here.’ He ordered the doctor. She nodded and left the room. ‘Tie her up.’ You were forced to your feet, your hands attached to the chain and you were suspended in the air again.

‘What’s got your panties in a bunch?’ You asked.

‘How did they know?’ He asked you.

‘You are going to have to be a little more specific.’ He slapped you across the face as he was handed a file. He took out pieces of paper and showed them to you. They were pictures, all of your family. You saw your father with Kate walking into a store. Bucky and Sam were outside on a bench.

‘How did they know you aren’t in Paris anymore?’

‘We aren’t in Paris.’ You played dumb.

‘How the fuck are we suppose to know where we are?’ Yelena asked. ‘It’s not like you gave us a room with a view.’ You laughed, it was short lived as Yelena let out a pained groan.

‘What did I tell Melina?’ He asked, as they placed a video camera in front of you. ‘I don’t like liars. I think we need to relearn who is in charge.’

Laura held two cups of coffee in her hands. The 3 super soldiers (plus Sam) were in the backyard burning off energy. Kate and Clint went to the store and Natasha and Wanda were sleeping, which was much needed. The only person that was available to have a conversation was the woman who raised the young woman dating her daughter. Melina was sitting at the dining room table. The blue light of her laptop illuminated her face and papers were scattered all over the table. It looked like chaos but Laura knew there was a system to the older Black Widow’s organization. She placed the coffee in an empty spot on the table. The sound caused Melina to look away from her computer. ‘Oh, thank you.’ Laura smiled, sitting down.

‘How are you doing?’ Melina sighed. ‘That good?’ Laura laughed. Melina gave her a smile.

‘It’s strange to see Natalia without Yelena close behind.’ She said, instead of answering the question. ‘When we defeated Dreykov it was nice seeing them become close again.’ Laura nodded.

‘She held a lot of guilt for leaving Yelena behind.’

‘My girls are fighters.’

‘Just like their mother.’ Melina's smile grew as she sipped her coffee.

‘Your daughter is a good match for Yelena. She is tough.’ Laura sighed, wrapping her hands around the mug; hoping for its warmth to feel her.

‘I don’t know how much more she’ll be able to withstand. She’s no super soldier.’

‘Pain makes us stronger. I told that to my girls all the time.’ Melina picked up a piece of paper, looking it over. ‘I wasn’t the mother my girls needed at the time but I’m trying now. Before they were taken from me I told Natalia to not let them take her heart.’ Melina looked at Laura. ‘Your daughter has a big one. She’ll be okay.’

‘Stark, received another link.’ Sam said, running from the backyard with Alexi, Steve, and Bucky close behind. The commotion caused Natasha and Wanda to wake up.

‘What’s going on?’ Wanda asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

‘Stark got sent another video.’ Bucky explained as Sam pulled it on the TV. The video was paused but they saw you hanging from the ceiling again.

‘Do we wait for Clint?’ Steve asked.

‘No need,’ Clint said, as the front door opened. The door slammed close. ‘Play it.’ He dumped the grocery bags on the table. Sam hit the spacebar and the video started to play. The sound of the whip was the first thing they heard and you flinched from the sound. Laura grabbed onto Clint’s hand.

‘How did they find out you were in Russia?’ He asked.

‘I don’t know. I don’t even know how many days I’ve been in this room.’ You said. Ker-Chack.

‘What did I say?’

‘You don’t like liars.’ He began to circle you. ‘I’m not lying.’ Ker-Chack. You jumped forward as the whip was close to you. The man chuckled.

‘I’m not going to use this on you, little one. I don’t like repetition.’ He put the whip in his pocket. ‘Bring her over.’

‘Get your hands off of me.’ They heard Yelena off screen. She was thrown to the floor, her hands free from the cuffs. A gun was put to your head and two at Yelena’s.

‘Stand.’ The man ordered. Yelena didn’t. ‘Don’t make me ask you again.’ He removed the safety from the gun. Yelena stood up as she did and the camera was moved to the side. ‘The fire you both have in you is amazing. Time to put it out. Hit her.’ Yelena looked at him, glaring at him.

‘Your fucking insane.’ The man shrugged.

‘Probably. Don’t ignore a direct order. Hit her.’ He ordered again. Yelena shook her head, crossing her arms across her chest.

‘Absolutely not. You are going to have to kill me because I’m not doing it.’ The two men unclicked their safety.

‘Yelena,’ Natasha mumbled, placing her hand on her chin.

‘Sweetheart, look at me.’ You said with a smile. Yelena looked away from the man to you. ‘It’s okay. It’s okay.’ Yelena’s face morphed from anger to sadness.

‘No. I won’t do it.’

‘Yelena,’ You said firmly. ‘Hit me.’ Yelena’s lip started to shake, as her emotions were on full display of what she was through. Laura knew the inner turmoil the young Black Widow was going through. ‘Please.’ You pleaded. She raised her hand, it was shaking. Her slap across your face was soft, your head barely moved. The man tsked.

‘Harder.’ You nodded. The slap was harder. ‘Punch her.’

‘No.’ Yelena pleaded.

‘Do it!’ You said. She punched you in the stomach. You didn’t make a sound.

‘Come on Belova. Let’s see the world’s best child assassin.’ Yelena looked at her hand as it turned into a fist. She glanced back at you. Your lips were still in a smile as you nodded. Yelena punched you in the stomach. You grunted. ‘Again.’ Another punch and another. You tried to lean forward but the chains prevented you. The man went behind Yelena. ‘Your holding back.’ He placed the barrel of the gun underneath her blonde hair. Laura watched as Natasha and Melina reacted. ‘Show us your true colors, Yelena. Show us what the Red Room created. Or your brain is going to cover your pretty little girlfriend.’

‘Yelena,’ You said. ‘Let’s go. It’s okay.’ It became too much for Laura to watch, she kept her eyes trained on the wooden floor. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t stop hearing your sounds of pain and Yelena’s cries. She saw Yelena as another daughter and she hated that she was forced to do this to you. Laura remembered the night Yelena got the call of the hit that was placed on Clint. She found Yelena sitting alone in the kitchen, drinking a bottle of vodka, and they talked till the sun came up.

‘Good. You can be done.’ Laura looked back at the screen. Yelena had one hand through your hair and the other wrapped around your throat. Your nose was bleeding and your lip was cracked. She let go of you and they released you from the ceiling. Your body slumped to the ground. Yelena’s hands were cuffed back together and she was led back to the mattress . Her eyes never left your still body. Tears were falling down her cheeks as she fell to her knees. He stood in front of the camera. ‘Lyers get punished. You have 10 hours.’ The video ended. The room was filled with a heavy silence.

‘He’s slipping,’ Steve said. ‘He’s losing control.’

‘He did it,’ Natasha sighed. ‘He broke one of them like he said he would. Yelena is never going to forgive herself.’ She rubbed her hands across her face.

‘Y/n told her it was okay,’ Clint said, the color draining from his face. ‘It was that or Yelena would have been killed.’ Kate moved over to Sam.

‘May I?’ She asked. Sam nodded and stepped away from the laptop. She rewound the video.

‘What’s up Kate?’ Steve asked.

‘I think her egging Yelena on had another reason.’ Kate stopped the video when Yelena had her hand around your neck. She zoomed in. ‘Watch Yelena’s hand when she removes it.’ Kate played the video and slowed it down. It was quick. Kate played it again.

‘She got the necklace off of her.’ Laura said. Kate nodded.

‘Yelena is going to escape.’

Yelena stared at her hands that were clenched in fists. Her knuckles were caked in blood, cracked from the punches she threw. She never felt more sick to her stomach than she did now. The food she ate was forcing its way up but she forced it down. Scarman kicked you over onto your back and attached your cuffs back to the wall. You let out a pained grunt. ‘You didn’t kill that, that’s a shame.’ Yelena looked up slowly. Her vision was blurry from her tears.

‘What is wrong with you?’ She asked. Scarman laughed, walking over to Yelena and knelt down at her level.

‘You and I aren’t that different. We are a product of our environment.’

‘We are nothing alike.’

‘Oh but we are, Miss. Belova. You can still follow orders like a good little servant. You aren’t free, you are only fooling yourself.’ He stood up. Something clicked in Yelena’s head but she kept her expression neutral. Who was he working for? Her eyes followed him as he left the room, closing it behind him. The sound of chains rattling pulled Yelena away from the door.

‘You got it.’ You said. Your eyes were still closed. Yelena nodded, opening up her hand and stared at your necklace.

‘I-’

‘It’s okay, Lena.’ You interrupted her.

‘No!’ Yelena shouted. How could you be okay with this? ‘You keep saying it’s okay but nothing about this is okay.’ She shook her head. She was angry. Angry at herself for listening to you. Angry at you for giving her permission to hurt you. Angry that maybe he was right. ‘I promised your parents that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you and they just watched me tortue you.’

‘They will understand.’ You said slowly, opening your eyes.

‘And if they don’t?!’ Yelena asked. You sighed, leaning your head back.

‘They will understand.’ You repeated. ‘Yelena, please, I told you to do it.’

‘I should have let them kill me.’

‘No!’ You yelled, the sudden outburst startled Yelena. ‘No.’ You shook your head, looking at her again. ‘I couldn’t let that happen. I -dammit Yelena I love you too much to let you die in front of me. So if I have to take a few more bruises and cuts to ensure you live, I'll do it.’ Yelena’s jaw dropped.

‘You-you love me?’

‘Yes,’ You said. ‘So much and this is not how I wanted to tell you. I had it all planned out. I was going to tell you when we went to the top of the Eiffel Tower,’ You giggled. ‘But some Russian psychopath with a scar on his face really fucked that up.’ Yelena laughed. She really had no idea how you were still making jokes. ‘So yes Yelena Belova, I love you.’ Yelena smiled, hearing those 3 words made her heart skip and her stomach flip. It’s words she never expected to hear. Words she didn’t think she deserved. No, she thought. That monster was wrong. Those words meant she was free; free to be loved and free to be happy. She was free to love you back.

‘I love you too, Y/n Barton.’ She watched your smile grow. ‘You’ve freed me.’

‘You did that yourself, solnishko. I’m just happy to see it.’ Silence fell between you two. Yelena watched you rest your head against the wall. The rise and fall of your chest, it was uneven and Yelena wondered if she bruised your ribs. ‘What was it like?’ You asked suddenly. Yelena gave you a confused look. ‘What was it like for you? Those years during the Blip.’ You clarified. Oh. Yelena wasn’t expecting that question. It was a topic Yelena didn’t mind talking about she told her sister and one night Kate asked her because the archer didn’t get blipped away. But you always seemed to dance around the topic.

‘I was in the bathroom of a Widow that I thought needed saving when it happened,’ She started. ‘When the big purple thumb man,’ You laughed. ‘Snapped his fingers, it felt like pins and needles covered my entire body. Then everything got really quiet, cold, and dark.’ Yelena sighed and started to play with the charm on your necklace. ‘It was a weird feeling. I felt almost stuck between here and somewhere else. Sometimes I still feel like that, that nothing here is real and that I will slip away. It mostly feels like that at night.’ She looked up at you with a smile. ‘It’s why I like to cuddle up against you at night. You are everything that I was missing in those 5 years. Warmth. Stability. Light.’ You closed your eyes and Yelena watched tears silently fall.

‘Lena,’ You said, your voice shook. ‘I want to go home.’

‘I’ll get you home, moya lyubovʹ. I promise.’

You think two hours have passed since they ventured into your cell. The door opened and a masked man had two bowls in his hands. It was the same oatmeal that you’ve been forced to eat. You were surprised by the amount of food you were getting. But you wondered if it was to throw you off on how much time was passing or Scarman wanted you to have energy to prolong this nightmare. The man knelt in front of you, holding out a spoon full. It was the same routine but before you could take the food, his body collapsed to the ground. Your mouth dropped as you stared at Yelena, a bloody knife in her hands. ‘Your free?’ You questioned. She nodded, searching the man’s body. She grabbed a handgun from his waist and an automatic gun that was attached to his back. ‘How?’ You asked.

‘The doctor.’ She said, ‘She slipped me a knife and this,’ She had a bobby pin in her hand as she unlocked your cuffs. ‘We have to move.’ She wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you to your feet. But your body screamed in pain and you let out a pained moan.

‘Yelena, you have to leave me.’

‘Are you insane?’ She asked, as you pulled away and sat back down.

‘I’m just going to slow you down. You need to go and get out of here.’ You knew Yelena was struggling on what to do.

‘Fine.’ She placed the pistol in your hand, unlocking the safety. ‘You shoot anything that comes in this.’ You chuckled.

‘Aye, aye, Captain.’ She cupped your face with your hands and you leaned into her touch. It had been too long since you’ve felt the gentle touch of your girlfriend. She pressed your lips against yours and you kissed her back, ignoring the pain in your split lip. You pulled away. ‘Go.’ She nodded, kissing on your forehead.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, Lena.’ Your girlfriend stood up, checked the gun, and walked to the door. Yelena looked at you one more time and disappeared. You sighed, bent your right knee up, and rested your arm on it, the gun facing the open doorway. Point and shoot. Simple. Easy. You remembered dragging Natasha to the gun range and begging her to teach you how to shoot a gun because you thought it was much cooler than a bow and arrow. You smiled, you were a little shit growing up. The sounds of bullets echoed through the quiet and an alarm started to go off.

‘Well, that didn’t take long.’ You mumbled.

Yelena never liked hurting people but the Red Room conditioned her that it was a necessary part of the job or it was the only way to survive. It was them or her. She made her way through the hallways. The doctor gave her a general lay out. Out of the room, take a left, down two flights of stairs, and out of the front door. The issue came when she ran into his men. The doctor said each man was armed with a pistol, an automatic weapon, and two knives. She had to be quiet or the alarm would be sound and more people would be on here, or you. She made a promise she would get you home and she would do that, no matter how many men she had to kill.

It started off easy, disarming the men she found and a quick stab to their throat, they were out. Her outfit became soaked in their blood. As she rounded a corner she felt arms around her waist and she was pulled into a room. She twisted herself out of the man’s arms and faced him, his gun pointed at her. She grabbed his gun and they struggled, they fell onto the ground, and Yelena got the gun pointed to the man’s stomach and fired. Bang! The gunshot echoed in the quiet hallway and the alarm started to go off. ‘Fuck.’ She mumbled, jumping to her feet and ran through the hallway. Her mindset changed, they knew she was free, so it didn’t matter. Each man she saw she gunned them down. Yelena sprinted down the 2 flights of stairs and ran towards the front door.

The bright sun caused Yelena to squint. She spun around, trying to see where they were. The sound of birds flying overhead and ships passing by. They were at a marina in an abandoned factory. ‘Yelena!’ Her name was called out. She spun around towards the sound of her face.

‘Siestra.’ She took off running towards her sister. She ran into Natasha’s body, hugging her tight. Natasha pulled back, resting her forehead against hers. ‘How-how did you find us?’ Yelena asked.

‘Someone turned off the signal jammer.’ Wanda said, landing next to her girlfriend. She pulled Yelena into a quick hug. A body slammed into Yelena, strong arms lifted her up and spun around.

‘I knew you would escape.’ Alexi said. ‘My Yelena is strong.’

‘Don’t break her,’ Melina scolded, Alexi set her down. ‘How are you, moya dochʹ?’

‘I’m good, mama.’ She watched Sam land with his wings out and Bucky, Steve, Kate, Clint, and Laura run over to them. ‘Called in everyone I see.’ Natasha rolled her eyes.

‘Don’t get yourself kidnapped again.’ Yelena chuckled, scratching the back of her head.

‘It’s high on my list of things not to do.’

‘Yelena, where is she?’ Clint asked.

‘In the room where we were. She was too injured. Come on, I'll show you.’ Yelena turned back towards the building when a large group of men came out.

‘Yelena, Clint, Laura, Nat, and Wanda go get Y/n. The rest of us will handle these idiots.’ Sam ordered. Kate notched her arrow across her bow and Melina ready her Widow bites. Yelena smiled at her family.

‘Give them hell.’

Every guard that ran past the open door paid you no attention, they were more worried about the Black Widow no doubt eliminating their numbers. You prayed to whatever Gods that would hear your prayers that Yelena could find help. You weren’t sure how much time you had before Scarman showed his face. ‘Speak of the devil and he shall appear.’ You said, as Scarman leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, and he was staring at Yelena’s empty spot.

‘I’m impressed. How did she manage that?’ He asked.

‘A magician never reveals their secrets.’ He took a step forward. ‘You come any closer and I’ll kill you.’ He chuckled.

‘You aren’t a killer, little one. Unlike Miss Belova, you don’t have what it takes.’ He pointed to the body next to you. ‘Do you even know how to use that?’ You pointed the gun at the door frame and shot besides his head. He didn’t flinch from the sound. He looked at the bullet hole. ‘Impressive but like I said you don’t have what it takes.’ He entered the room and you tighten your grip on the gun. ‘I find you fascinating, little one. You lasted longer than we gave you credit.’

We?, you thought. ‘Do you know you are the reason you and Miss. Belova were taken so easily?’

‘Me?’ You questioned.

‘Yes, you. You made her weak, complacent, so it was easy to take you. We’ve been watching you since you landed in Spain.’ He explained. ‘You made her weak.’ He took a step forward. ‘You made her sluggish.’ Another step. ‘This is all your fault.’

‘No, no it isn’t. It’s yours.’ You said, your hand shaking.

‘Your own father doesn't even want you. You were the reason your family had to hide in Iowa. You are the reason he became the Ronin. How long till she leaves you?’ He asked. ‘How long till she realizes you are nothing?’

‘She’s going to kill you.’ You said. The man laughed, grabbing onto your hand, and put the barrel of the gun under his chin.

‘Do you think this will end with me? My death will be seen as a martyr for the cause.’ He placed his finger on the trigger. You struggled to pull your hand back, he kept it there. ‘Do you know how I got this scar?’ He asked. ‘Go on, ask me.’

‘How did you get that scar?’ You asked, your voice was soft.

‘Dreyok gave it to me. He tried to kill me but I walked away with his scar,’ He pointed to his eye. ‘This nightmare isn’t over, Miss. Barton. It is just the beginning.’ Red magic wrapped around his waist and pulled him off of you. You fell back as he struggled against the magic you knew well.

‘Wanda.’ She gave you a smile as she walked into the room. She slammed your capture against the wall.

‘Chip.’ Clint said, running into the room.

‘Dad!’ You cried, falling into his arms. He caught you and brought you gently to the ground. You saw your mom, over this shoulder with a pistol in her hand. ‘Mom.’ She joined the hug.

‘I am so proud of you.’ She said, you felt her tears in your hair. You saw Natasha enter the room. She smiled at you, giving you a wink. You smiled back. Natasha went over to the chair that you woke up in and sat it up right. Wanda used her magic and placed Scarman in it. Her magic locked in arms, legs, and head back. He was struggling but it seemed as he struggled her hold on him grew stronger. Her eyes were glowing red.

‘Yelena. Is she okay?’ You asked.

‘Did you doubt me, moya lyubovʹ.’ Your girlfriend said, leaning against the doorway. Clint kissed your forehead and stood up. Yelena took his place.

‘Yelena and your mother are going to get you out of here.’ They wrapped their arms around your waist and helped you stand up. Your arms hung on their shoulders.

‘What-what about you?’ You asked. Your father glared at the strapped to the chair.

‘Like you said, he messed with the wrong family.’ Yelena and Laura walked you out of the room and down the hallway. But his voice called out after you.

‘Remember what I said, little one. Remember!’

It was a blur. One minute, your mom and girlfriend were dragging you out of an abandoned warehouse and the next you were waking up in a hospital bed with your siblings and your parents by your side. Yelena filled in the blanks. You’re body gave in to exhaustion from the torture, you passed out as oon as the sun hit your face. Bucky ran over to you and carried you to the car where Laura drove you, Yelena, and Melina to the hospital. Tony Stark called ahead and requested the best care and blocked off an entire wing, the hospital couldn’t really say no to Tony Stark. During the ride, Melina took the collar off and gave you an injection to relax your powers. The doctor’s treated your body for the bruising, the stab wound, and the wounds on your back. You had a mild concussion, your ribs were bruised, and one the cuts on your back was injected. You and Yelena both suffered from dehydration and malnourishment.

‘How did you find us?’ You asked Kate - who brought in pizza for you and Yelena. You couldn’t tell if it was the best pizza in the world or if you were that hungry.

‘Someone turned off the signal jammers. Peter and Tony found your location right away.’ The doctor. According to Natasha, they searched the entire building and there was no sign of her. It was like she disappeared.

It was your last night in the hospital, Yelena’s head was resting on your chest. Your mom and dad were asleep on a cot and your siblings were scattered on the floor with hospital blankets draped over them. Your fingers were running through Yelena’s hair. The Black Widow shifted so she was looking up at you. She gave you a sleepy smile.

‘Why are you up?’ You shrugged.

‘I’m not sure,’ You answered. ‘Just thinking about you, us, everything.’ You knew she remembered this conversation on the balcony in Paris by the way her eyes lit up.

‘All good things, yes?’ She asked.

‘All good things I promise.’

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SNOW'S MANSION, AFTER HOURS OF THE BALL.

maxim is no stranger to waking up in unfamiliar places. with a pounding head, fuzzy memories of just what happened before, and a mouth as dry as the deserts in 5 — safe to say this is no different. it doesn’t feel any different, not until he recognizes how silent it is. it’s never silent. there’s always indistinct and muffled voices, cars in the distance, music faint in the background, but this — this? it’s the kind of silent where your brain tricks you into thinking it does hear something.

and once he recognizes the silence, he also recognizes the restraints digging into his wrists.

TRIGGER WARNING: torture, drug and alcohol mentions, death, grief, mild mild emetophobia (literally just mentions it)

his eyes adjust to the light in the room and it feels twenty times as bright as the sun, the headache already forming in his head made instantly worse by it. his skin crawls and his neck aches from the way his head hung until he woke. one, two, three rough pulls on those restraints and all it does is hurt worse, like they’re getting tighter the more he resists. the panic sets in, delayed as it is. he’s struck with the events of before — caesar flickerman, a man max has become so acquainted with, announcing the death of four. among them, rhea crane. selenia ripley. women maxim knows, one of whom — his mother. his mother. the desperation claws at him, the denial — surely that’s wrong. surely there’s been a mistake. there’s hope somewhere in him, too — she’s alive. she’s still here. she can’t be gone, not after — not after the interaction he’d had with her just hours before. not after she’d approached him, asking about the clear scene he’d made with auggie, not after he’d blown up and made another scene in her face, not after—

so all it takes is a big argument with augustus at the president’s mansion to be seen by you? is that it?

it’s a blur after that. the entire night is muddled. the one moment he’d been alone (a mistake he never usually makes anyway and certainly won’t again after this) is the moment he could hardly remember. that makes it scarier. flashes of how spiteful he’d been toward rhea and the next he’s drinking, all the way to pathetic protests about the force with which he was dragged to this room, stumbling and completely out of it. he must not have put up much of a fight, hardly deemed threat enough to immediately strap into the chair, but threat enough to interrogate him anyway. all he can remember is this: as soon as they’d thrown him into this room, he’d collapsed onto the ground. from fear, overwhelming shock, or a mix of both with an addled mind added to it, who fucking cares — when he’d woken, he was strapped to a metal chair.

and when dilated blue eyes blink and squint and settle on that all too familiar white uniform, unwelcome memories flash across his mind. he holds onto the denial hope that she’s still here. she’s still here. he'll prove it -- he'll get himself out of this mess and find her himself.

maxim’s brain is pounding as he tries to retrace his steps through the night — what had he done? drinks and pills and more drinks. who had he talked to? livinia, atlas, dante, auggie… auggie. fuck, is that why he was here? fuck. fuck!

he gives those restraints a rough pull again and a nervous laugh escapes his lips.

“guys, you-" maxim’s voice shakes, is he shaking? his mouth pulls into a small quirk as he continues to pull at those restraints that feel too tight and ignores how cold his blood feels. “you gotta give a guy a warning before you steal him away from the crowd. there’s a line of people waiting to talk to me, my mom just died, didn't you hear? you’re gonna have to take a numb-“

the crack against his temple makes him nauseous, the white room spins and he barely registers the grumbling coming from the peacekeeper that approached him. don’t be a smart ass. you aren’t here to make jokes.

“pray tell, then, why am i here?”

maxim realizes then that there are two of them. he tries not to showcase his fear, tries to keep that nonchalant attitude he carries about everything. don’t show them they got to you. don't think about your mother. until he’s seen her body with his own eyes, he won’t think of her. he won’t think of the flash of hurt he’d seen across her features when he called her terrible, when he’d said just about anyone else would have been better than she had been, or how he and liv had talked about her earlier. he was right, what he'd said. how many times had she talked to him in the past year? hell, the past ten years? he could count on both hands the amount of conversations he's had with his mother that wasn't necessary for cameras and publicity. how dare she look hurt? he won’t apologize when he sees her next. but he cannot help the confusion, too. why had they targeted her at all? she was no rebel. she was hardly anything at all.

“what were you talking to augustus crane about earlier in the evening?”

maxim smiles. dazzling, golden boy smile that works like a charm on everyone else, why shouldn’t it work on a couple peacekeepers? it’s worked on a few before. he knows it won’t now, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. “senior or junior?”

“don’t play fucking stupid,” one of them growls. maxim shudders, too familiar scenario that this is, but he’s trying. he’s trying. dante’s words continue to ring through his mind, ones that he’s told himself a million times before when faced with any type of adversary, but somehow hold even more meaning because the victor spoke them just hours earlier. don’t show them they got to you. don’t show them they got to you.

when maxim’s eyes close, the other one decides to speak up. “we know that’s hard for you, considering. but i’ve got a feeling you aren’t as dumb as you look, mister crane.”

“mister crane?” maxim laughs, fits of shaky giggles as he looks up at the peacekeeper now. “i didn’t think we were so formal, considering. i don’t even know your name, how am i supposed to address you in the same way?”

he’s simply buying himself time. it doesn’t work.

“i would rather not do this the hard way,” a little too late for that. “but we will. just answer the question. what were you talking to your sibling about? have you heard of the nightlock makeup stunt some are talking about? this is something augustus may have been directly involved in. and you’re particularly close to dante, aren’t you? he is from the district they style for. and that fight — it seemed heated. have you always had problems with your sibling?”

maxim is steadily preparing himself to act like he knows nothing, put those acting skills he learned sitting next to caesar and sycophant capitolites to use. and then— he goes silent for a moment. “what’s that noise?”

“there is no noise.”

“there’s—" a window, a small window through the door and he only just barely catches it. then he hears it, that sob. “is that— liv? livinia?! no, no, no—"

he struggles against the restraints again, knowing the skin is practically worn down to nothing. maxim falters for a moment, his cries are cut short yet again by a blow to the temple — same spot. familiar stars cloud his vision and he can’t help but think about how he’s supposed to be on television in a few days for these games. this bruise won’t do him any good. head damage won’t either. and that’s if he’s even alive in a few days. is he going to die here? is liv? fuck, fuck fuck. the pain is barely even registered as the white-hot fear grips him with vice and doesn’t let go.

“god, are all the crane’s made up of just a bunch of smartasses? the other two are tough, but i thought you would have been the easiest to break.”

through dizziness and nausea, maxim’s gaze snaps up. “what did you say?”

there’s a grin. an evil, evil thing and if maxim thought his father was bad then this man in front of him, whether because of the drugs or the blows to the head, fills him with so much unease he wants to scoot the chair back as far as it can go to get away from him but it’s bolted to the fucking floor. this grin, it’s evil but it’s knowing — they got him.

“no, no, no,” maxim pleads, he pleads with them, tears spring to his eyes instantly. fuck not showing them they got to you, this was the fucking way to do get to maxim crane. not his mother’s death. not fear for his own life. his siblings. and now they know. now they know that despite the fact that they will fight like children and hit each other where it hurts the absolute most, maxim’s weak points are them. now they know. and maxim may have gotten himself and his siblings killed because he kept talking to augustus about ambrose and that fucking makeup and-- and he yelled at his mother that she could have disappeared and nothing would have changed and now she was might be dead. when was the last time he told her he loved her? she disliked him. but he loved her.

when was the last time he told auggie he loved them? or livinia? would he die knowing the last words he’d said to auggie were hateful, that the last ones he’d said to liv was about fucking nail polish? he wants to yell it now, scream it so that maybe they’d hear him from whatever room they’re in, terrified of losing even more time. maybe that would be enough.

“they didn’t do anything,” he cries, but it’s not what they want to hear. he doesn’t stop even as they close the distance, voice panicked and loud. “i started that fight, that was me, not them! auggie? augustus! augustu-“

another crack.

it goes on for so long maxim loses track of time. every question they ask is one he can’t, or won’t, answer. ones about seneca, about lysander, ones that seem fucking pointless and lead to nothing, about makeup and avoxes and dante and kaleb and— he’s wheezing, every breath short and clipped because that one spot at his temple was not enough, they’d gone after his torso as well — they couldn’t have him too lucid from the head trauma. how many hits now? he can’t remember. he can’t tell if the cries he hears are his mind making things up or if they’re real or if they’re entirely his own. it all blends together into one big line of interference, his vision had begun to darken three hits ago and he knows he won’t be able to wear anything but long sleeves and a fuck ton of coverup for a while after this. he cries out for his brother, his sister, his mother, and he can’t tell if that was kaleb’s smart-ass voice he heard down the hall or if maxim’s mind simply supplied it to ease his panicked brain. nevertheless, he has a single goal if he gets out of here: he needs to find them. he needs to find them.

he’s given them parts of the truth: we fought over a boy, we fought over our father — that’s just dumb enough that they’d believe that’s all they spoke about, family drama and boy drama, god knows the crane’s have more than enough of both, and absolutely nothing to do with max throwing avoxes in their face or talking about makeup. but the longer it goes on, the more he can’t remember. nails digging into his chest, backed against the wall. auggie’s angry, tear filled eyes. atlas’ casual nonchalance. hickey on their neck — yes, a boy, they were fighting over a boy.

“we’ll ask you once more, mister crane,” one of them says, he can’t tell them apart now, and if maxim is ever called mister crane again he’ll lose his fucking mind, but the metal pole he holds is all maxim can focus on and— what do you know about the district two makeup stunt pulled tonight?

“auggie didn’t……” what? what didn’t auggie do? maxim struggles to get the words out, struggles to focus on anything that isn't how he wishes they'd just finish this already. he wheezes, hunched over. all he can think about is them. “they didn’t do anything. livi— livi didn’t do anything. we didn’t do anything. please.” maxim shakes his head. it makes it worse.

he looks up, and the peacekeepers look angry, angry he hasn’t given them the confession they want. angry and just about tired of this back and forth, as if maxim begging for his life is an inconvenience. i didn’t ask for this, he wants to say. he wishes he could feel victorious over the fact that they finally, finally, seem done with him. if he had the wherewithal to grin, he would. but he’s shaking, he can’t breathe, this was the worst come down from a high of his life, and he can hardly make out the two peacekeepers in front of him. he has no strength left to be a smartass or to egg them on, ask if that's all they got. he can't be here any longer. he’s past it all — he just wants out.

“i’ve told you everything,” he pleads, praying they won’t see right through him. praying that begging works, show them they've broken him. praying the others don’t say anything else. praying they're alive. this is so much worse than the lashes on his back, his head feels like it might explode. he looks to his left — is that his vomit on the ground? when had he-- “please let me go. please let me go. please let me go.”

he’s practically whimpering now, words coming out as whispered prayers than outright pleads, and he knows he looks pathetic but he cannot manage to bring his usual hubris into this. he suddenly recognizes the silence once more. no more screaming, no more noise. he thinks he’s worn them out — he thinks he hears them sigh. he thinks this is over. he thinks he’s won, but at what cost?

the cost is another blow to that spot at his temple strong enough to make his vision mercifully fade for good.

#tw drugs #tw alcohol #tw emetophobia #tw death #tw torture #tw head trauma #self paragraph | maxim crane #tribute ball | event

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fortheloveofcringe · 2 years

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October 6, 2022 / Friends and Fiends

The last time I had tried to hope to process everything I have been going through was June. It was that early morning when my friends had slept over at our house after the city fiesta. With the mobs of people celebrating, and even with my former friends around me, I still felt, alone.

For months I have been trying to figure out the theme of this year in my life. Most of it was about me letting go of things. Letting go of jobs that hurt my health. Letting go of abusive relationships. Letting go of ideals that made me behave in a way that hurts others and myself. Letting it all go and just realizing, life is indeed in a constant flux of changes. Things can happen overnight, things can occur after a long build-up.

I have been thinking of a life where I don’t have to answer to anyone but myself. It had become lonely and isolated, and for the most part I think I have robbed myself of the opportunity to develop certain social skills, like learning how to not take things seriously.

But some thing are serious.

I lost some of my friends a day after my licensure examination. I was still pretty exhausted from the 10 hour gruelling mess of answering questions for the sake of formality to become a teacher but what was cruel was to be invited in a teacher’s day celebration, where the host acts hostile and everyone else gives a blaze’ effect to it. I trusted Argie for the most part of my life. She seemed like a fair person to me. But this isn’t the first time this has happened. How she deliberately acts hostile when she invites people at their home. Her sister was very silent when we arrived, everone else was too. It seemed like one of those things that she does when she huddles us around. And gossip. When the person comes, silence.

I may be wrong but the recent actions have made me decide she doesn’tmean anything to me anymore, she had withered herself in the tree of our friendship. I also have observed how it has become toxic. Allain gratifying herself by devouring Neryle over her relationship history yet you don’t see Neryle interrogating her about who she fucked and how poor her choices are with men. Ivan still being protective, and I understand him now. Aldjan being a lamb to whoever displays power. Amboy letting his girlfriend shit all over him and well, Argie, for being a good friend who you can tell secrets too, until she enjoys the attention she gets when she spills your secrets to a temporary crowd of applausers.

I have thought about this a lot this year. What friendship means to me, and maybe at some point it was true, but today and for the rest of my days, I can NOT be associated with people who are bad with their finances, who focuses on devouring each other for the sake of riding a high horse, and those who would disrespect me for the sake of their ego.

My boyfriend and I came to that get together to feel at home and welcome as they have repeatedly displayed. But that day I couldn’t stand being forced to have my boyfriend eat the way everyone eats because he is in her house when he just can’t. He’s too polite to turn people down. I couldn’t stand her allowing her dog to repeatedly bite my boyfriend. Her sister and her whispering things about us. And just the entire fake nice/ hostile vibe. I do not entertain confusion, chaos, drama and madness. And so comes the time when you do outgrow people. And it will cost you but from losses comes gains.

They can say whatever they want from me, but their opinion doesn’t matter anymore. She can huddle them around just like what she did with Neryle. Argie is a serial gossiper. You can’t be friends with these kind of folks. It’s sour. To see a friend become, a non-friend. Even a fiend.

I guess it is the way it is.

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custard0nut · 2 years

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𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Druig x eternal! fem Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The continuous cycle of defending civilization from deviants and relocating is taking a toll on Druig. Fortunately, you were there to remind him the purpose to continue forward.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ smut (minors dni), tiny bit of angst and a fluffy love confession

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

𝐀/𝐍: this is my first time writing a druig fic and smut so I was a bit nervous to post this. Feedbacks are highly appreciated :D

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“Have you guys seen Druig?” you asked Sersi, interrupting her conversation with Ikaris.

You looked around the crowd trying to locate Druig’s whereabouts. It was dark but thanks to the bonfire and Sprite’s illusion -who was busy portraying it to the villagers about the eternal’s expeditions, it illuminates the dark sky giving you little vision to see through it. Much to your dismay, he was not amongst them neither with Kingo near the buffet or even Gilgamesh and Thena next to the stables.

“Uh no I haven’t,” her eyes also scanning around the campsite. “Is there anything wrong?” She drew her eyebrows together and turned her mouth down in a look of concern.

You sighed, “Yeah, I can’t seem to find him anywhere after our battle with the deviants,” your eyes still not leaving the crowd hoping to find him.

“He might be in the Domo resting,” Ikaris suggested, trying to ease your worries.

“Yeah…I’ll try to find him there. Sorry for bothering you guys and thanks!” Sersi smiled warmly at you while Ikaris only nod as you jogged off heading straight to the Domo.

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The Domo was camouflage within the forest, hidden from mankind’s eyes. In the span of your journey, you couldn’t help but worry about Druig’s well-being. It was unnatural for him to be separated from the group because you’d at least catch him hanging out with the others or probably stuffing his face with the local’s food.

You were greeted with silence as you stepped into the entrance, seeing that Druig wasn’t there in Phastos’s lab you began your search. Your heels echoed through the halls as you tried to look for Druig all over the vicinity before going into his room. As expected, he was not in any of the places you searched. With heavy steps you approached his room, standing still in front of it you hesitantly knocked on his door.

“Druig? Can I come in?” you heard no response. Biting the side of your lip, you invited yourself into his room. “Hey…you okay? You didn’t join us for dinner.” You spotted Druig sitting cross-legged on the window seat with his back leaning against the wall, staring out from the window -lost in thoughts.

He didn’t seem to hear you so you tapped his shoulder, breaking his thoughts away. “Huh… yeah, everything’s peachy” he grunted, continuing to stare out from the window. You made yourself comfortable at the opposite side of seat, giving him company.

Both of you sat in silence, you were waiting for him to speak out, though he looks like he’s not going to talk anytime soon. He appears as if he’s bearing the weight of whole world up on his shoulder and you were determined to aid him in anything.

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“A penny for your thought?” you asked breaking the silence.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then make me understand…whatever it is I’m here Dru,” you cupped your hand with his.

He sighed, “It’s just…what is our purpose here. Yeah, we’re here to protect mankind from deviants but can we not protect them from themselves? It’s frustrating to see their wars when I could easily stop them in a heartbeat.” his body became more tensed.

“But Ajak told us not to mess with human conflict…it helps them to evolve.” Your face turned soft and sympathetic.

“Evolve this…evolve that!!” he hissed, pulling his hands away from you. “How can they evolve if they are the reason for their downfall!!??” he stood up from his seat, clenching his fists.

“Don’t you get tired repeating the same routine for every century!?” Druig’s voice shook with anger and he glared at you through narrowed eyes.

Your eyes widened since Druig never raised his voice at you. Your heart missed a beat, squeezed like a vice by the shock. Druig released a deep breath while rubbing his face with his palm after seeing your reaction. “I’m sorry (y/n) for yelling at you…I’m just frustrated,” he spoke gently.

You slowly approached him -not wanting to invade his personal space but it seems Druig doesn’t mind so you came closer to him. “There’s nothing to apologize for, whatever you’re feeling… it’s valid. I understand why you’re angry.” You looked up to him but he avoided eye contact, too ashamed for yelling at you.

“To answer your question… yeah sometimes it gets tiring but I enjoy it. Fighting alongside with all of you guys has been such an honor …and you gave me purpose to wake up every day you know” cupping your hand to his cheek, Druig leaned into your touch.

“Regardless, I will always follow you Druig, in any universe or lifetime. I am forever yours.”

He melted into your arms, as vulnerable as ever allowing you to embrace him. Both of you stood in silence, just basking into each other’s comfort. Suddenly all of his worries are washed away and now replaced with the sudden feeling of butterflies in his stomach.

“You make me want to live, not survive, nor exist, live. I live for you, my beautiful, beautiful (y/n).” Druig murmured while leaning his forehead against yours.

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“Dru…,” you said under your breath, closing your eyes for a moment feeling overwhelmed with his confession.

“I want you, please.” Desperation laced in his voice. “I need you to possess my body and soul.” He confessed, hands travelling around your arms and then made itself home on your hips.

“Anything for you my love,” you whispered over his lips, pecking it lightly. In a matter of seconds, your body were pressed up against the wall. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you,” he nipped your earlobe, easily getting worked up from your submission.

“Oh yeah? Then show me, show me how badly you want me,” you teased, putting your chin up. Druig glanced down on you with the most intense gaze -nearly making your knees gave out.

“Better watch your tone there beautiful,” he groaned when he felt his pants tighten around his crotch. “Just shut up and kiss me already,” you trembled from his switch of pace. One moment he was soft and gentle and now he’s assertive and dominant.

Without any hesitation his lips crashed into your own. Your dominant hand grabbed his hair while the other tried to tug his shirt off. “Fuck,” Druig moaned into your neck and hastily took his shirt off. Your eyes gleamed with lust seeing his bare chest while trailing your fingertips down to his v-line.

“Enjoying the view there?” He smirked. “Very much.” You murmured as you pulled him into another heated kiss. Druig lifted your legs and wrapped them around his hips as he brings the both of you to his bed, stumbling a bit when his foot hit the edge of it. “Slow down there Dru,” you chuckled. “You won’t be saying that later,” he taunted as he laid you down on his bed, removing his shoes then followed by yours.

Before you could even unbutton your shirt, Druig stopped you. “Let me do it love,” he swiftly took off your shirt and pants, leaving you half-naked with just your bra and panties.

“Beautiful…,” he whispered, leaning down as he dragged his warm lips across your stomach and stopped when he reached your clothed cunt -that is now wet.

“Let’s remove this now shall we,” your breathing has quickened when he used his teeth to remove your underwear along with your bra using his hands. “Please Dru…I need you,” you whimpered, feeling very hot down there when he hasn’t even started yet.

Without a warning his lips wrapped around your clit, one hand holding your thigh up to his shoulder while the other held flat against your stomach after hearing you pleaded like that -turning him on even more.

You instantly moaned out, back arched and head falling back into his pillows. He devoured you like a man who hasn’t eaten for days, every lick and groan he released sent your mind into a hazy state. You clenched his head with your thigh together grinding it towards his face, wanting to feel more friction.

Druig’s eyes lazily looked up to you, seeing your chest heaving up and down and your hands gripping his sheets caused delightful shivers to crawl over his skin. He wanted you for so long and now he has you sprawled out for him, he couldn’t even imagine that it took him centuries to be this close to you.

“Delicious,” Druig purred, licking your juices off from his lips and smirking slightly. Your breathing hitched when he slowly crawled to you like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey, his lips then collided with yours making you grimaced from your own taste but to him it was delectable.

“Take your pants off,” you demanded, breaking away from the kiss feeling annoyed that he is still half clothed. “Eager are we,” he chuckled, moving back a bit to slowly unbuckle his belt and taking his sweet time removing his pants.

Eyes never leaving your figure as if he’s trying to give you a show -well you’re not complaining or anything because you’re enjoying this as much as he is.

Druig is now fully exposed, his erection standing tall and leaking with pre-cum, making you blush even more. “Come here love,” he ushered you to sit on his lap, closing his eyes to nuzzled his face onto your breast, one hand cupping it while he brushed his fingertips along your back, slowly tracing down your spine. You jerked up when you felt his cock brushed against your heat, making you mewled out.

“Dru…please,” you pleaded, wanting him to ease the ache between your legs. “Please what love? You gotta be specific,” he teased, his hands sensually roamed around your waist while licking and sucking both of your nipples knowing damn well what you wanted but he decided to play around.

You grumbled, fingers tangling in his hair as he held you closer to leave love bites from your collarbone to your chest. He was smart enough not to leave marks on your neck, not wanting to explain to the others yet about your new found relationship.

“I want…I want you to fuck me with your cock,” a soft moan escaped your lips when he found your sweet spot. “Gladly,” without wasting any time he gently pushed you down onto the bed, gazing you with possessiveness behind his eyes.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, you obliged -slowly parting your thighs apart already a mess beneath him. He positioned himself near your entrance and wrapping his arms around your heated body as he leaned down.

You choked on your spit when you felt the tip of his cock penetrate onto your wet folds, slicking in easily thanks to your juices from earlier. “Fuck…oh fuck,” he murmured, feeling his length stretching your walls -making you scratched his shoulder blade with your finger nails.

Heavy breaths leaving past both of your lips as he pushed himself further, staying still for a moment to let you adjust from his size.

“Tell me when you’re ready okay?” he assured, lifting your legs up to his shoulders. You can only nod feeling the ecstasy spreading to your whole body. “With words love, let me hear you say it,” caressing your hips.

“Yes…I’m ready Dru,” you looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes. “Good girl,” pleased with your response, he nuzzled his forehead onto yours, thrusting his hips slowly but gradually increasing his pace.

The sound of both of your moans and his skin slapping onto you filled his room, thank god it is sound proof you wouldn’t want the others to hear your love making session right now -too embarrassed if they ever caught you guys.

“You’re so tight,” eyes screwed shut when you clenched around him, trying so hard to control himself from tearing you apart.

“Faster…” you whined, that fueled Druig’s desire to fuck you senselessly. Biting down on your shoulder, Druig increases his pace, burying himself even deeper trying to hit you in your sweet spot.

You couldn’t stop the moans slipping out from your lips, mouth hanging open and eyes rolled back from all the pleasure he was giving you.

Judging from his roughened pace, he was almost reaching his high and so were you. With one last thrust and a sloppy kiss, your entire body stiffened when you felt the shooting wave of pleasure, back arched into him while your nails dug hard into his skin -that will surely leave a scar.

He hissed from the sting of the pain and then collapsed on top of you when he finished his climax, legs tangling with yours.

Sweaty bodies wrapped around each other, both panting from the aftermath of your love making session. You felt so full, his cum mixing with yours dripping down to your inner thighs.

Druig who was resting on top of your chest placed one last kiss to your lips, this time it was gentle, full of love and passion. “Thank you,” he sighed in content, pressing the tip of his nose to your flushed cheek. You smiled softly, pressing him closer, both slowly drifting to sleep into wonderland.

#druig x reader #druig imagine #druig fanfiction #druig smut #druig x y/n #eternals fanfiction

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notnctu · 3 years

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push & pull | kim doyoung

❀ slytherin!doyoung x hufflepuff!femreader ❀ genre - SLOW BURN, smut, fluff, a bit of humor (idk not rlly) ❀ details - hogwarts!au, fwb to lovers?, y/n is a player lol, jealous doyoung, mutual pining, doyoung is a lil mean ❀ word count - 9.7k ❀ warnings - explicit language, possessiveness (a concept of marking), dom!doyoung, angry sex?, slight dirty talk, penetration, fingering, praise kink ❀ synopsis - in which a prideful slytherin and an oblivious hufflepuff play a clueless emotion game of tug of war.

❝I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?❞

❝People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you pursue me?❞ ❀ a/n - i changed the plot a little bit as i was writing lol but hopefully it still fits everything! i said this in the teaser, but i want to preface and say that the magic/marking is not canon to harry potter, and that the only thing im using are the sectional houses/subjects. besides that, everything is made up LMAO also pls b lenient with me, i read hogwarts!au but writing it is very out of my comfort zone and am very bad at creating anything magical

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Ranting

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it :)

Summary: In the middle of midterms, Spencer's daughter has enough and for the first time in her life, she rants to the team

Warnings: one swear word, school, school stress, mental breakdown, shitty friends, a bit of angst (but there is fluff to balance that out), weird grammatical sentences that are according to google correct

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________ As a teenager, Spencer was pretty closed off. But this had several reasons, like being a child (or moreover a teen prodigy) at college and getting his first Ph.D, or that he hadn’t had a safety net of people he could have gone to. So as he became a father himself, he tried everything possible to assure his own daughter that her feelings and thoughts are always welcome and valid.

Unfortunately (Y/N) herself has developed the same habit starting high school and ever since Spencer can’t do anything to get her to open up to him. It’s not like they don’t have a good relationship, they have one of the strongest father-daughter bonds the BAU has ever witnessed. The girl simply has other ways to cope with her feelings and how to act them out in the safety of her own four walls. Her father learned to accept it, knowing that he can’t and won’t force her to talk to him.

So what follows now not only shocked Spencer. But also his work family.

It’s the time every teen in high school dreads: Midterms.

A word a teacher can mutter and a shiver goes through the rows of students in the classroom. Or at least it feels like it to (Y/N). She takes her school work very seriously. In her mind every single grade determines her future.

The rational part in her knows that the grades in her sophomore year doesn’t matter. That they are even long forgotten when she graduates. There is just so much pressure on her. But it isn’t coming from her father.

Spencer is pretty laid-back regarding school. He knows his daughter is trying her best and that it’s just the tenth grade and not the end of the world. School is not everything life has to offer, especially he has to know it as a scholar and profiler flying through the country in a jet back and forth.

It’s (Y/N)’s classmates, who pressure her to get good grades.

“We depend on you and your notes”, Tyler exclaims as he jogs next to her through the busy hallway. “Ty, I know. But I don’t have the time to get them done for all of you to understand by tomorrow. They are still a mess that only I know to see through. I still have to finish my history project and I go to my Dad’s work this afternoon, which means I won’t get much done and I still have to do the homework I got today before sorting my notes for the test in two days.”

At her locker, the boy still doesn’t let go of the subject. “Do you want to say that our grades don’t matter as much as yours? Because this would be a true selfish statement.” Maybe it is the lack of sleep, because she pulled three all-nighters in two weeks, or the fact that she is slowly getting fed up being treated like an unpaid private teacher, but (Y/N) can’t stop her sassy answer. “Tyler, you wouldn't even know how to tell apart your ass from your head if it weren’t for me and my help in biology. You wouldn’t even know how to spell selfish if I didn’t let you copy my answers in spelling tests in elementary school.”

Done with the day and her friend’s shit, she slams the door of her locker shut and leaves a flabbergasted boy behind. Half an hour later the teenager enters the bullpen with her visitor badge clipped to the pocket of her sweater.

On the way there she was fuming. The audacity of her friends. It’s not only Tyler, who tried to get her notes of a unit, she was the only one listening, even though the teacher said loud and clear that this will be important for midterms. A few other friends out of the group she usually hangs out with texted her the same question of when her notes will be given to them. Understandably, (Y/N) comes into the office in the worst mood anyone from the team ever saw, including her own father.

“Hey Sweetheart”, he tries to greet her with a hug. Even though both of them are not big on touch, they are extra affectionate with people they are close to.

To everybody’s surprise, the girl takes a step back, effectively avoiding his open arms. “Hey”, she grumbles out before taking a seat in the chair already waiting for her. Nobody is allowed to sit in this one, except for her. Not even Derek has ever put his butt on this one, knowing the sacredness of it.

Without sparing anyone another glance, (Y/N) gets the needed stuff for that history project out and continues working on it. The team resorts to throwing a questiongly look to Spencer, who shrugs his shoulders with a look of despair. So everyone resumes their work without even daring to say a word.

The general silence is occasionally broken by an unnerved sigh leaving the teenager’s lips. “Is the conference room occupied?” She asks, her voice clearly showing how annoyed she is. Her father shakes his head. “No, not that I know of. Do you need help with your school work?” This is obviously the wrong thing to say. “Do I look like a baby? I don’t need anyone to help with that, I have been going to school for ten years now, I think I can handle this project as perfectly fine as I did since day one. It’s just your keyboard typing that will be the reason for my first grey hairs if I don’t get out of here soon.”

Quickly (Y/N) gathers her stuff and storms off into the conference room. Immediately the team crowds her father’s desk. “What happened?” “Who hurt her?” “Go, talk to her!”

“Guys, I don’t know what’s going on. I’m at the same loss as all of you. The only thing I know is that (Y/N) is under pressure, because it’s midterms. But judging by the way she reacted, I don’t want to go near her. It’s safer to try to defuse a bomb than talk to her in that mood. Last time I saw something similar, her favorite show was declared finished, got a revival and then didn’t get one and nobody mentioned it again. She was so mad, I think it took three years of her life.” A silence of uncertainty spreads through the room.

“What about we give her some room until she calms down?” JJ suggests, being unsure herself how to deal with a teenage girl. But the rest agrees and goes back to filling out their paperwork.

This continues for about 20 minutes, till a loud bang and a frustrated scream is heard followed by “DON’T THEY WANT TO GET IT OR ARE THEY JUST STUPID?!” Alerted by that, seven people (yes, even Dave and Aaron leave their offices, while Penelope was already in the bullpen) storm into the round table room only to see a more than outraged (Y/N).

“Sweetheart”, Spencer speaks to her in the gentlest voice they ever heard from him and slowly moves towards his daughter, “What’s going on?”

Her response is delayed by several deep breaths she has to take in order to be able to talk without seething. “ALL OF MY SO CALLED FRIENDS ARE ASKING ME FOR MY NOTES, like do I look like a personal tutor? And when I tell them that I got a life, a life outside of school and grades, because otherwise I go completely bananas, just like all of you say, they get mad. Now they act like I’m the most selfish person in the whole world. I’m so done, can’t they understand that they are old enough to take care of their own stuff? I’m not responsible for them, their grades or anything regarding their lives. Otherwise I would be the mother of at least four toddlers and one baby and at the age of sixteen I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility. I know friends are there for eachother, and I really don’t mind helping them from time to time. But what they are doing is terror. Terror.

“Oh and don’t get me started on their tormention if I get something lower than an A-. Then they suddenly transform into geniuses, like they suddenly know everything possible. Of course, I’m the dumb one. I should have studied more.

“I am under an insane amount of pressure, because I know they rely on me, but enough is enough. I tell them that if anyone asks me for anything school related again and they act like I owe them an answer, I’ll cut off all ties to all of them. What am I, a roboter just there for their needs, without some of my own?”

After her long rant, (Y/N) takes a couple more breaths. It’s pretty much the only sound right now, because the team is stunned. None of them heard her talking, no ranting, like that. Not even her Spencer has seen her like that.

Realizing what she just said, the teenager fidgets nervously with her hands. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, you know, blow up like that. I, I really don’t know where this came from.” Nervously she scratches the back of her head. It really wasn’t her intention to let it out like that. Her plan was just to come home tonight and deal in the confinement of her own four walls with all of her feelings. It’s easier to be honest to yourself when you are alone than having an audience watching you losing it.

Suddenly (Y/N) finds herself engulfed in a massive bear hug. “Oh, my sweet sweet summerchild. You needed to rant to us and I’m so happy you did. Even though your uhm, friends, sound like big douchebags, we can help you sort something out”, Penelope tells her while keeping her arms around the teen.

“Just like lil mama said, we are here for you, Baby Reid. Don’t ever be afraid to tell us something, may it even be as small as you having stubbed your toe.” Morgan ruffles her hair and gives her a reassuring smile.

Just like them everybody shows her their support, be it encouraging words or affectionately gestures. Rossi invites her to a calm and quiet dinner at his mansion, cooking class included. Hotch assures her that she will get through this rough patch, with or without these fake people. JJ suggests (Y/N) comes over to her home and she can participate in a family game night at their home.

When it’s Emily’s turn, she makes sure to get her message loud and clear by looking the teen in the eyes (not as deep as it sounds, because some people make an intense stare really uncomfortable): “If those kids give you a hard time again, tell me. I’ll pay them a visit in classic protective godmother fashion, because nobody traits MY godchild like this. Just give me their names and I’ll handle the rest.” Obviously she doesn’t say this aloud in front of everyone, else Hotch will have her head, knowing she goes through with her threats. Instead she whispers it into the teen’s ear. Still, it makes (Y/N) smile, having such a strong support net.

Sensing the family’s need for time of their own to talk about the whole situation, the team leaves the room. Spencer gestures to her to take a seat after moving two chairs opposite each other. He wants her not to feel trapped.

“Do you still want to talk about it? It doesn’t have to be now, we can do it tonight, tomorrow, in a week or in a month. Just, please don’t shut me out. I know it’s difficult to be a teenager, especially in times like these. But it won’t do you any good keeping all of this for yourself. Today you took it out through anger. How will it look next time?

I don’t want to pressure you into talking. We don’t need to. We can find other coping mechanisms. We can try and reduce your stress. Anything. But we both know that this is not the right way.” While speaking, he takes his daughter’s hand, making her look up to him.

(Y/N) nods. Her eyes fill with tears. “I just can’t keep going like this.” She whispers, feeling all the stress, pressure and the intensity of the last few weeks crashing down on her. Quickly Spencer gathers her in his arms, letting her cry in his embrace.

After calming down, she looks up to her father with bloodshot eyes. “We can talk tonight. But I need you to do me a favor.” “Anything”, he assures her, stroking a hand along her back. “I, uhm, I need a new phone. I may or may not have thrown mine against the wall after getting a text from Tyler.”

Spencer looks at the crooked cell laying on the floor, the screen cracked. “I think we can get that sorted”, he tells her with a smile and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

The two of them leave the office earlier, having many things to talk about and many problems to solve. But with the help of her family (Y/N) gets through this, a time where people unfortunately only like her for her smarts and not being herself.

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simpforanyanimeguywithdarkhair · 3 years

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HAIKYUU BOYS IDEAL DATE

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#Includes: Ushijima, Kageyama, Sakusa and Bokuto

#genre: pure fluff

#note: this is my first time writing … anything lmao so sorry if it sucks but decided I’d finally give this a go !! All feedback is welcome :)) NOT EDITED

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USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

Ushijima’s ideal date would definitely be something outdoorsy, like going to a garden (something like the botanical gardens).

He spends most of his time in a stuffy gym working hard so he’d want to do something fresh and relaxing for a date, so visiting a garden would be perfect.

I can image him walking around with his arm securely around your waist or fingers interlaced as you both admire the pretty flowers around you.

He’d take note of all the flowers that catch your eye or flowers you make comments about like “they’re so pretty”, “these smell amazing”, “look look ! They’re the same colour as your eyes Toshi”. He’d do this so he can make sure to go out and buy you some because he wants to remember this day and the way your eyes sparkled as you took in everything around you.

He’d find himself admiring you most of the date because in his eyes you’re the prettiest thing there. The way your smile stretches across your face when you see a practically unique flower, the way you squeeze his hand when you get excited and especially the way you look at him when you thank him for bringing you here.

“Thanks for taking me here Toshi, I know how busy you are with training so it means a lot that you take one of your off days to spend it with me here”

“I didn’t do anything special sweetheart, but if taking you on more dates gets you to keep looking at me like that , then you bet that’s what I’m going to be doing my love”

He would end the date of with dropping you of home and before you walk inside slip a flower (that he slyly stole , naughty naughty) behind your ear and bring you in for a sweet kiss that he hopes conveys how happy he is, because he may not be the best with words but he makes sure you never forget how much he cares for you.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

I was struggling to find an ideal date for Kags because I think it would be a miracle if he managed to successfully ask someone out without being a stuttering red mess lol.

However , when he managed to secure a date I think he’d like to do something simple and low-key like a coffee date or lunch at a cute bakery.

While I think he’d appreciate the intimacy of it, he’d also be pretty shy because he’s new to this so please bare with him!. He’d be a total sweet heart and push in your chair for you and order you whatever you want because he wants you to enjoy yourself to the fullest.

The serine and calm atmosphere of the dainty family owned bakery puts him at ease a little so he manages to open up and answer all your questions while maintaining eye contact. Don’t get me wrong he loves talking about volleyball and his journey but he’d really want to get to know you , so asks so many and albeit random questions.

“So, what’s your favourite colour?” “Favourite dessert?” “Shoe size” “most importantly what’s your favourite flavour of milk?” He’s on the edge of his seat for the last one.

And while you find some of his questions a bit weird , it’s also really endearing to see him so interested in you and everything to do with you.

He’d end the date with hesitantly holding your hand, swinging them lightly in front of you and basking in the comfortable silence. When you get to your destination he’d peck your cheek and ask when you’re next free because he can’t wait to see you again !

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Sakusa’s ideal date would probably be something indoors, like a movie date ! Everyone’s got him pegged as a massive germaphobe but I think he’d prefer something indoors with the two of you because it’s more intimate and allows himself to be openly affectionate and at ease and sometimes crowds can give him anxiety.

But best believe you will have the BEST movie dates with this man. He’d set everything up : comfy pillows and throw blankets on the sofa in a fort style, all the best snacks and drinks and the TV or projector (whatever mood you’re in) set up. He’ll have all the possible movies lined up and he always lets you chose what you guys watch because he’s genuinely okay with anything as long as you’re content.

One of the main reasons he loves movie dates is because he can cuddle you. Whatever position you want. His favourite is him on his back with you lying on his chest , legs tangled. He welcomes the weight on top of him because it makes him feel secure and like you’re not going anywhere. He’ll stroke your back and arms throughout the movie (and he always questions why you fall asleep) and place soft kisses on your forehead once in a while.

Once he realises you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll quietly tease you.

“My pretty baby’s already asleep” while softly stroking your hair . “My plan to keep you here is working as expected” he chuckles to himself.

And once you eventually wake up, he’ll convince you to spend the night and you give in when he brings out the soft pout and sad eyes. “But baby it’s already dark, you might aswell just stay tonight” “see I’m already getting cold without you love”

And of course you end up staying the night, curled up in bed with him, head on his chest with his arms wrapped around you as he tells you his plans for the following day.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

If you’re going on a date with this beefy boy you’ll probably be doing some sort of activity like bowling, mini golf, laser tag, whatever you guys are in the mood for.

He lives for these dates because he’ll take every and any opportunity to show off for you and for you to praise him which he loves. He loves knowing you’re proud of him for doing even the simplest things like making a hole in golf or getting a strike in bowling. He’ll make a big show and have the biggest grin on his face.

“BABY BABY , did you see that !!?!? You have the coolest boyfriend don’t ya?”, “Are you proud of me baby? That one was all for you , that’s why I done so well “ he’ll tell you proudly with his hand s on his hips.

If you guys are playing together , he’ll be your biggest hype man and supporter , cheering you on and making sure you do your best and even if you don’t he’ll be there to reassure you , like the best boy he is.

But if you’re playing against each other he’ll welcome the competition. If you’re doing better than him he’ll low-key sulk and be all pouty because he’s supposed to be the one showing off but he’ll definitely be happy and proud of you and think he’s the luckiest guy ever. However, if you aren’t doing too well, he’ll be super supportive and try to cheer you up. He might even purposefully screw up (which you notice but don’t say anything) or offer to teach you and show you his ways and it’ll turn into one of those cliche scenes with the guy behind the girl , helping her , you know those ones ? Yeah that’s him and you but he ain’t as smooth so you end up missing and doing worse.

He’ll buy you consolation ice cream after though so don’t worry and he’ll give you loads of kisses all over your face because he doesn’t want to see his pretty baby all upset because of him :(

The date will end with you guys taking those really cute photo booth pictures and he makes sure to put one in his wallet or phone case because he always wants to see your pretty face. Will spend a few minutes just standing and admiring the photos with a silly smile and flushed cheeks because he can’t believe he’s all yours.

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Note : feel free if any one would like to give me writing prompts, i think that would be fun. I’m just doing this for fun and when I have free time or when I feel like it so I’ll be writing In my own time but would love some ideas on what to write going forward. Thank you :))

(I also feel like I’m talking to like a brick wall because what happens if no one sees this lmao 😭)

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

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juuuuliee · 3 years

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Broken promises

A/N: so... this is my first story I'm posting, so please don't be so hard on me hahaha... Constructive criticism is of course welcome! I'm working on a masterlist and other stories, so stay tuned if you'd like. I'm sorry if there are some logic and/or grammar mistakes - as I said, this is my first story. I hope you like it, have fun reading! See you soon :)

Pairing:young!Sirius Black x Reader

Genre:a lot of angst, a bit of fluff

Warnings:angst, family problems, relationship problems, jealousy.

Y/N felt bad. Not the kind of bad that makes you want to throw up, more like your stomach was knotting up and that queasy, uncomfortable feeling was getting bigger.

The common room had long been pitch black and only the fire, which was slowly dying away, gave off a small pleasant glow, but it barely reached the sofa where she was curled up.

He had promised. He had promised to be there and yet she had not seen him since lunch in the Great Hall.

Anger and disappointment kept bubbling up inside her, but she tried to ignore those feelings as worry about him grew and slowly took over.

What if something really happened to him?

Before she could think any more about it, she heard a creak and pulled up. The portrait door swung open and the fat lady could be heard cursing behind Sirius, who came stumbling into the common room, but stopped abruptly when he saw his steady girlfriend on the sofa.

"Y/N?" he asked, startled, looking at her with his eyebrows drawn together.

"Damn it, Sirius, where have you been?" she started, realising that the worry was just giving way to the anger that was rising at the sight of him.

"I was at the lake...well...it was someone's birthday from Hufflepuff and I thought...I could go...what did I do wrong, Love?" he told her hesitantly.

"What did you do wrong, Mister? I don't know, everything I think!" Y/N scolded back, theatrically throwing her hands in the air to express her frustration more.

"You said you were coming, Sirius! Hell, YOU even suggested we meet and still said, you’d had a ,,plan’’…I don't know if that was part of your plan, but if it was, I'm sorry, it's a shitty plan! I thought you would have hurt yourself or made it back to Filch's office."

"Y/N, I'm sorry, okay? I forgot, yeah? What do you want me to do? Invent a time reverser just so our ONE date can still happen?!" sneered Sirius, raising his own voice

"The ONE time?! Sirius I don't know if you've been counting, but this is the fourth time in a row you've forgotten or missed it!" now Y/N shouted too, at which Sirius took a step towards her, but she dodged him right back.

,,I know I'm probably overreacting, but I feel like I'm fighting for our relationship all by myself, Sirius. I'm tired of waiting for you all the time, even though I know you won't come and you probably don't even care. It just hurts, okay?" She had started crying completely now and pulled her jumper closer to her.

"Maybe it has something to do with your family problems," he interrupted angrily and raised his hand, which Y/N only looked at defiantly.

"I am who I am and that is how you should accept me, Y/N! I have apologised, what more can I do?!"

Silence.

Grey, angry eyes met e/c, staring at him with anger and disappointment.

,, "Maybe you should change your priorities if some Hufflepuff chick's party is more important than your own girlfriend, Sirius!"

,, "And maybe you should lower your expectations. You're not the most important person to me damn it!"

Ouch. It felt like Sirius had stuck a knife in your back and was very, very slowly turning it around.

"I didn't mean it, Y/N," Sirius said with a roll of his eyes, avoiding Y/N's hurt gaze and focusing more on her shoes.

,, "Yes you did and you know it very well!"

Sirius groaned and you could literally feel the anger bubbling up inside him again and he had to pull himself together very hard not to yell at her again. In the end, however, his temper won out: "You know what? I'm leaving! I'm tired of this kindergarten and this... this kind of you, Y/N."

"Fine!"

"Great!"

,,Fantastic!" sobbed Y/N, but Sirius barely heard it as he stomped up the stairs to his dorm.

Y/N sat back on the couch, exactly in the place where she had been sitting twenty minutes ago and everything was still "fine".

Had he broken up with her?

She didn't know, but she knew it hurt..., it hurt like hell. There was a hole in her heart and it felt like she was losing her boyfriend, who was moving further and further away from her into the mist, so that all she could see was his outline, not even looking back at her. She wanted to reach out to him, to run after him, but something that must have been her own pride pulled her back and tried to convince her that it wasn't her fault.

But she didn't trust that voice. If only she had stayed calmer... Maybe she could have talked to Sirius calmly about her feelings and thoughts....

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"Y/N, wake up!" a voice called at her ear and Y/N slowly opened her eyes. Lily.

,, Lily, please! Let me sleep..." she muttered and turned around to avoid the red-haired witch.

"Forget it! It's Saturday...Hogsmead day," Lily purred excitedly.

"No!"

„Oh come on, Y/NN. We're going to Honeyduks and stock up on chocolate! James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are coming too, it'll be fun!", Lily tried to convince her, but Y/N just shook her head.

"I don't want to see him." "Who?" "Sirius." Lily furrowed her eyebrows questioningly, but quickly understood, "Did you two have a fight?" Y/N merely nodded her head and buried her face in her pillow.

"What was it about?" asked Lily, stroking soothing circles on Y/N's back to get the young witch to speak.

"He missed another date and was at some Hufflepuff party. I was so mad at him...I said things I didn't mean and so did he...His temper won of course...I don't know, it all just escalated. I don't think he wants to see me either." Y/N reported as she sat up and Lily nodded understandingly.

"That's bullshit. He knows he messed up, Y/N. Sirius isn't that stupid... and of course he wants to see you! Besides, it's Saturday, so if you two don't get along, you'll need some frustration food, Y/NN... chocolate! It'll be alright." Lily tried to persuade Y/N and she had to grin.

"Maybe you're right..." said Y/N hesitantly, "Of course I am!" laughed Lily and started to push Y/N into the bathroom.

,"I'm sure he'll be pleased." Repeated Lily, giving her friend a cheery smile.

Once in the Great Hall, the two girls headed for the Gryffendor table where all the Marauders were already seated. Lily gave Y/N's hand an encouraging squeeze before greeting the boys: "Hey!" she called and sat down next to James, who greeted her with a kiss. Y/N stood next to them a little indecisively before squeezing in between Peter and Remus, who greeted her with a quiet,, Hi."

She could literally feel the looks of the others lingering between her and Sirius and lowered her gaze to her plate to avoid the looks from the others and especially Sirius... unsuccessfully. She couldn't help but squint over at the black-haired boy. He had bags under his eyes and was also keeping his eyes on his plate, which was full.

Instead of chatting to the others, she followed James and Lily's relationship banter, which made her wrinkle her nose more than once... Cheesy as hell!

Fortunately, breakfast was over quickly and the group set off for Hogsmead. Sirius and Y/N were mostly quiet and only said something when asked. They all went to Honeyduks together first, where Y/N stocked up on lots of chocolate, at which Sirius just raised his eyebrows, but she avoided his questioning gaze and slipped unobtrusively over to Lily, who was sneaking a caramel into her mouth.

Are you okay?" she asked with her mouth full, eyeing her friend who was standing in front of her a little indecisively.

"He's not even looking at me, Lils... What if he broke up with me yesterday and I haven't even noticed?" whispered Y/N in panic and Lily quickly shook her head.

"He didn't break up with you... Sirius, even though this sounds weird, loves you... Even Peter can see that! Just go up to him and talk to him. But stop blaming yourself: HE messed up and stood you up, not you." She said urgently, piercing Y/N with her green eyes.

„It's okay, Lily," Y/N said, and moved away from her friend, again walking to the biscuit shelf, which was very close to her boyfriend. She looked over at him cautiously and noticed that he was peering over at her too, whereupon she quickly averted her gaze from Sirius again and pretended to analyse the biscuits on the shelf with interest.

After the group had paid for their things, they went into the Three Broomsticks. By the time they entered the pub, it was busy and noisy, making it difficult to find a table to seat them all. After a few minutes, Sirius waved the friends over, who had apparently found room at a table where two Hufflepuff girls were still sitting, giggling as Sirius sat down next to them as he grinned charmingly at them.

A wave of jealousy and frustration erupted in Y/N and she had to pull herself together not to flee the pub immediately. Instead, she bit the inside of her cheek and sat down next to Remus and James, opposite Sirius and Hannah, who probably considered Sirius's forearm her own. She batted her eyelashes and obviously(!) flirted with Sirius, who happily joined in her game.

Y/N quickly looked away, unable to afford to put up with this fuss any longer. Remus unobtrusively squeezed her hand under the table and, Y/N smiled at him gratefully.

Y/N sat awkwardly at the table, not knowing what to do or say next at the sight of her steady boyfriend apparently having already found a new one. Sighing, Y/N stood up and muttered: "I'm going to get us butterbeers, okay?"

Without waiting for the others to reply, she hurried away from the table. She noticed tears forming in her eyes but immediately wiped them away and made her way to the bar where many teenagers were gathered. Desperately, she tried to make her way through the crowd and eventually managed to do so.

She didn't notice someone squeezing up behind her and pushing in next to her until that person snapped at her.

„Y/N?"

Startled, she pulled up to look into the friendly face of Amos Digorry, who was looking down at her.

Oh! Hey, Amos," she greeted her seatmate in Divination and smiled at him.

"Is everything okay with you?" he asked with his eyebrows drawn together and Y/N nodded quickly as she wiped a few remaining tears from her cheeks.

‚,Everything is great, yes," she replied and was glad when Rosmerta put the buttebeer on the counter. Y/N smiled at her in thanks before turning to Amos, "See you around, Amos." She said goodbye and hurried away.

Arriving back at the table, her eyes immediately fell on Sirius and Hannah, who were still talking to each other. Hannah giggled and Sirius seemed to be perfectly comfortable in the company of the beautiful brunette too.

Y/N knew her, she was her seatmate in Potions. As she took a closer look at her, a wave of insecurity gripped her. She had everything one imagines as 'perfect'. She was tall and thin, with a small waist and an elegant posture. She just fitted into the toxic beauty ideals that existed and Y/N hated so much. And the worst part was that there was actually nothing to not like about her. She was sweet and helpful and super nice.

Even though Y/N knew that your weight, your smile, your general appearance, how many friends you have and whether you get good grades doesn't change your worth as a person, she suddenly felt so small and superfluous that she couldn't take it anymore.

She noticed tears welling up in her eyes and stood up abruptly, causing her to bang her knee against the table.

Pained, she screwed up her face and looked at the questioning faces sitting at the table, staring at her. Great... Embarrassed, she brushed a strand of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear and smiled consumingly, but it looked more like a 'I'm going to cry' smile.

"I- I think I forgot my... uh my- something in Honeyduks, I think... I have- so yeah... I'll go..." she stuttered awkwardly, though she realised all her friends knew she was lying.

She quickly hurried away from the table and Sirius, unable to suppress the tears in her eyes. Hastily she wiped them away, but more kept coming. She didn't notice how Lily called after her in vain and Remus got up from his seat and tried to run after her, but James pushed him back into the chair, looking hauntingly at Sirius who sat frozen. When she got to the crowded alleyway, Y/N just stumbled through the crowd and was glad when she got behind Honeydukes, where there was a path that led to the howling hut. The path was snowed in and would have been beautiful if Y/N had paid more attention. She trudged along the path until she finally arrived at the howling hut. She just stared at it and stopped in front of it. She focused on the small cracks in the wall that looked like small branches of trees moving in the wind.

She heard footsteps coming closer and closer and turned around. Sirius. His black hair was a mess and he hadn't even zipped up his jacket. He was panting and apparently out of breath when he started to speak: "I'm sorry. I'm so incredibly sorry, yeah? You have to believe me when I say I'm sorry... Please Y/N, you have to believe me."

She said nothing and just looked at him urgently until he began to speak again: "Please say something. You can yell at me too, you can yell at me all year and the years after, but please say something." He pleaded, looking at her pleadingly as he wiped his face.

"You don't know anything, Sirius." , she started and he nodded to get her to talk further.

"You don't know how much it hurts to wait for a person that you- that you seem to love. You do know what it's like to not feel loved and- and to feel insecure... you know exactly what that feels like. And I always get so mad at the person who makes you feel that way because they hurt you! And I think I can say that I'm there for you then!" she gulped and Sirius nodded to agree with her, "But you're never there..." she sobbed, letting her tears fall again.

"I know you love me and I can't compare your family to our relationship. I feel good in your presence and- and that's how it should be... - that's how it should be! But- but it always hurts so much when you stand me up or ignore me and I don't even know what I- what I did wrong...I wasn't the one who stood you up, Sirius. It was you...and so many times!" she continued in exasperation and Sirius wasn't sure whether to let her finish or give her a hug. But before he could make a decision for himself, Y/N continued: "And today was even worse! Lily told me all the time that it wasn't my fault and now I know that it wasn't or isn't mine either. But then when you were flirting with Hannah and you-you were having such a good time, I was so sad! Why can you talk to her and have fun but not with me?! Why are you happy to see her but not me?!" asked Y/N desperately and Sirius opened his mouth to stop her from having those thoughts but she continued with a sad look: "You once promised me you would never make me feel small or insecure. You once promised to always be there for me. You once promised me that I was the "only one" and that you loved me. You promised to be there for me so many times, Sirius. But somehow you broke them all and I don't know what to do with these broken promises. I love you and that's not going to change, but I- I just don't know what to do with it when you- you hurt me so much and make me feel so insecure... So actually, you do know what that feels like...just differently." She confessed to him and completely burst into tears.

Sirius, who had tears in his own eyes, looked at her with a pained smile, which made her cry even more. He broke the distance between them and took her in his arms. He pressed her tightly against him and had to bend down to put his face in the crook of her neck. She clung to his shoulders and pressed her face into his chest to breathe in his familiar scent.

They stood like that for a while. Both crying, holding each other as close as possible. After a few minutes, Sirius slowly detached himself so he could look into her eyes.

"You don't know how sorry I am, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you! Merlin, when I think about the fact that I did it, I want to hurt myself. You're- you're- Damn, I'm not good with words!" he laughed and even Y/N had to smile a little.

,,I love you. For everything you do and for everything you say. I love you for who you are and for those little things you do for others. And I will- will never stand you up or break the promises I made to you ever again. I swear I will do my best, Y/N....and I am so grateful that you love me because I never wanted anything else in my life! You don't have to forgive me now...I understand if you don't, honestly." He said softly so she could just hear.

She smiled slightly at him and said laughing: "So if you kiss me now, it'll make things a bit better."

Sirius grinned and closed the distance between them, placing his warm lips on hers. He kissed her softly and lovingly, as if afraid to scare her away, but she didn't go. She deepened their kiss a little and sighed into his mouth.

As they kissed there like that, in front of the howling hut with dried tears on their cheeks, Y/N knew that everything would be allright again....

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chilucult · 3 years

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posting my chiluc smut here first bc I don't have an ao3 account (yet)! will post the ao3 link once I get an account and get it posted.

again, this is smut, minors begone.

also, this is my first fic ever, so feel free to roast me.

another warning, this is long (~10k words)

fic under the cut!

The Fatui Harbinger had been coming to the Angel’s Share for the past few nights. He called himself “Childe”. Diluc was not very fond of him, what with him being with the Fatui and all, but he was a paying customer, so Diluc treated him as he did every other patron. Diluc just wished this Childe guy would treat him like every other bartender.

“Can I get another shot? Pretty please, oh pretty barkeep?” Ajax batted his eyes at Diluc, noticing the man give a slight eye roll before he began to pour the Harbinger his requested shot.

Ajax had been trying to get the attention of this particular bartender for some nights now. When he had first entered the Angel’s Share tavern, his sight had tunnel-visioned on the entrancing man behind the bar with fiery red hair. Ajax knew he had to have him. The bartender, Diluc, his name tag read, was not as perceptive to Ajax’s advances as he had hoped he would be.

Diluc set down the shot he had ordered in front of him, jerking him out of his musings. “Would you like me to add this to your tab, sir?” Diluc asked him, all business. Oh, but Ajax would never tire of hearing the man’s voice, wanting to hear how it sounded when it was screaming his name.

Ajax cocked his head to the side to appreciate the view from a different angle. “Yes, please; and like I said, call me Childe.” He tried not to get discouraged when he saw Diluc scoff a bit. “Actually, you can call me anything you like,” he shot back with a wink.

Diluc only scoffed again, wiping down a glass from another customer. “I’m not going to call you by some made-up name. ‘Childe’ is ridiculous, anyway,” he explained, choosing to ignore the wink the Fatui man had sent him.

Ajax downed his shot easily, smirking slightly at Diluc’s raised eyebrow. “I told you that you could call me anything you want. Although, I certainly didn’t mind ‘sir’ either, if that’s what you’re into,” Ajax all but purred, his eyes half lidded in intent.

Diluc chuckled a bit sarcastically at that. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he shot back, only resorting to responding in such a manner because the Harbinger was pushing his buttons.

Ajax leaned forward on the bar, getting closer to the man of his desires. “Oh I would absolutely love to know just exactly what you’re into,” he whispered darkly, knowing that Diluc could still hear his every word. Ajax mentally pumped his fist when he saw Diluc inhale sharply at that.

Diluc narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him. “Are you... flirting with me?” he asked, genuinely unsure.

Ajax’s eyes widened at the question before he sat back on his barstool with a laugh. “‘Am I flirting with you?’! Um, yeah, actually, have been for the past few days,” he laughs again, thinking it absurd that it took Diluc this long to figure out. “But thanks for noticing, I guess.” He still shook his head to himself, wondering if he had lost his flirting skills or if Diluc was just particularly dense.

Diluc felt his cheeks start to heat up, and quickly turned his back to the Harbinger. The Harbinger that was flirting with him. Diluc couldn’t understand why. The man was clearly out of Diluc’s league, surely he hadn’t missed all the other patrons in the tavern staring at him, had he? So, as he fiddled with empty glasses, wiping them down just to have something to occupy his hands with, he softly asked, “Why?”

Ajax tore his eyes from where he was blatantly staring at Diluc’s ass to meet the man’s hesitant eyes looking over his shoulder. “Why? Are you kidding me? You’re kidding right?” Diluc broke their eye contact, shyly looking down at the floor, which was not what Ajax wanted. “I don’t think we have time to cover my entire list of reasons, Red.” Diluc looked back at him questioningly, both at the nickname and the statement.

“You just look so... breathtaking.” Diluc turned back around to face Ajax, but couldn’t meet his eyes just yet. “Since I first saw you a few nights ago, I knew I just had to have you. I wanna know how beautiful you look when you let your hair down, what kinds of noises you’ll make when I pull on it. Wanna know how you sound after I’ve broken you, how you’ll look after I’ve made a mess of you,” Ajax murmured, slowly standing from his stool and crowding into Diluc as much as he could with the bar between them. He smirked victoriously when he saw Diluc breathing a bit heavier, his cheeks flushed a bright pink.

A loud clang from somewhere in the tavern jolted them apart, someone probably having knocked over their drink. Diluc’s eyes darted about the place, hoping no one had seen them just now. “Oh my- gods, you can’t say stuff like that here, I’m working,” he seethed, attempting to convey his annoyance, but knowing the Harbinger could probably see right through him.

“Not here?” Ajax repeated, a feral grin beginning to grow on his face. “So I could do it, say, in your bedroom?” He asked suggestively.

Diluc couldn’t deny his attraction to the Fatui man. He was hot, what could Diluc say? He had just never thought the man would be interested in him, but he had clearly been wrong. Plus, the things that he had been talking about did sound rather enticing...

He lowered his voice, praying to the gods that none of the other patrons in the tavern could hear what he was saying. “If I say yes, will you quit... teasing me for the rest of my shift?”

Ajax pulled away a bit, suddenly serious. “Hey now, don’t make it sound like I’m forcing you. If you really want me to cut it out and leave, just say the word and I’ll be gone.” He couldn’t stop the small smirk from gracing his lips as he said his next words. “But something tells me that you really don’t want me to stop.”

Diluc flushed, averting his eyes once again. “Do you think I would even consider going home with you if I didn’t want it?” He whispered, embarrassed to have to admit his desires, but also wanting to make his intentions clear.

Ajax grinned wickedly. “Perfect,” he purred. “So when do you get off work, Red?”

Diluc pouted slightly at the nickname before he glanced at the clock on the wall. “In... a little less than an hour. Think you can be patient for that long?”

“If I get to take you home? I’d wait forever,” Ajax grinned easily. He could see Diluc’s cheeks redden, but could also see the weak glare the man sent his way. “Fine, fine. I’ll leave you to work in peace.”

For the next hour, Diluc tried to carry on with his work normally, he really tried. Yet, he found it impossible to ignore the stirring of emotions in his gut. He was excited for the night ahead, yes, but there was also nervousness and anxiety eating away at him. He knew he wasn’t the most... experienced person out there. He had only ever slept with one girl years ago, finding it not to his liking. He had never even been with a man (unless you count that one guy he made out with a few years back). He hoped his inexperience wouldn’t be a dealbreaker for the man.

He also found it hard to ignore the presence of the Harbinger. He had kept his word, not making any more moves at Diluc, but Diluc couldn’t shake the feeling of the other man’s eyes tracking his every movement. Every so often when Diluc would sneak a peek at him, he would find the Harbinger shamelessly staring at him, eyes roaming over his body slowly, hungrily. He couldn’t help the flush in his cheeks, nor the way he fidgeted self-consciously with his apron.

When Charles came to finally relieve Diluc of his bartending duties, he could see the clear excitement in the Harbinger’s eyes. Diluc took off his apron, leaning in close to the man to whisper, “Meet me out back.” He almost laughed at the way the man bolted from his seat.

Ajax was waiting patiently behind the tavern for only a few minutes before the fiery redhead made his appearance. “So, where to, Red?” His lips twitched into a small smile as they began walking, noticing that Diluc was just slightly shorter than him.

Diluc grumbled to himself, “Since you’ve been coming to the tavern for days, I would’ve hoped you’d bother to read my name tag once.” He continued when the man beside him chuckled, nodding his head in the direction of the city gates. “The manor is a bit outside the city, hope you don’t mind a bit of a walk.”

Ajax cut himself off from the smooth retort of I’d walk to the ends of the earth to get you into bed with me to look at Diluc inquisitively. “Wait... manor?”

Diluc went on to explain that he owned the winery in Mondstadt, as well as the large manor house that was on the property. He also mentioned that he owned the tavern they were just at, internally preening at the impressed look on the Harbinger’s face.

After that, a silence fell between the two as they walked. Diluc didn’t seem to be one to make small talk much, and Ajax was perfectly fine just taking in the scenery, not feeling the need to run his mouth for once. It was comfortable.

Diluc was infinitely glad that he dismissed his house staff early each night, comforted by the fact that there would be no interruptions. As soon as he walked through the front door, his back was being shoved against the hard wood, the gasp he let out being swallowed by the incessant lips capturing his own. His eyes fell closed as he was kissed breathless against the door, a gloved hand gripping his hip and pinning him in place. Diluc slowly raised a hand to rest on the man’s shoulder as his mouth was invaded by the other’s tongue.

Diluc ripped his head back once the Harbinger gave him room to breathe. “H-hold on,” he panted, tilting his head slightly as the man hummed against the skin of his jaw in response. “I have... two things. F-first,” he stuttered out as the skin beneath his jaw was nipped lightly. “You need to tell me your name. I- I’m not calling you Childe.” His eyebrows furrowed in distaste at the name, even while his eyes slipped shut once again from the soft kisses being left on his neck.

Ajax chuckled against the skin of Diluc’s neck. He peppered light kisses across the skin of his jaw, making his way to the other’s ear, where he whispered, “It’s Ajax. Please do remember it, I want to hear you screaming it for me tonight.” He nipped at the skin just below Diluc’s ear, smirking at the way the man shivered slightly.

Diluc nodded absently, mouthing the name Ajax to see how it felt on his lips. He let his head fall back against the door as the man- Ajax- continued a trail down his throat. He hummed in content as his lips were captured in a searing kiss once again, only to have the noise turn into a weak whine as Ajax pulled away much sooner than Diluc would have liked.

“Didn’t you have another thing to say, baby?” Ajax questioned, reveling in the hitch in Diluc’s breath at the use of the pet name. Once his words registered with Diluc, he could notice the other man’s demeanor change, suddenly shy. His cheeks were flushed more in embarrassment than arousal, and his hand was nervously fidgeting with the clothes on Ajax’s shoulder. Ajax pulled himself back a bit, trying to give Diluc more room to get out whatever it was that he wanted to say.

“I- I’ve never... I mean, with a, uh, guy, at least... I’ve never, um... done... this,” he stammered out weakly, his words trailing off at the end. Diluc couldn’t bring himself to meet Ajax’s eyes, but he doubted he would’ve been able to read any expression on his face.

There was a moment's pause before Diluc heard Ajax ask, “Do you want to stop?” If there was any judgement in his voice, Diluc certainly couldn’t find it.

If Diluc thought he couldn’t get any more embarrassed than he already was, he was wrong. He internally cringed at how quick he was to respond. “No. No. I want... this. I just... thought you should, uh, know,” he finished weakly. He was emboldened, encouraged to continue by the soft smile on Ajax’s face. “Besides... you still need to follow through with your words,” he taunted, choosing to ignore the flush on his cheeks at the reminder of Ajax’s filthy promises.

The soft grin of Ajax’s face turned sharp as he crowded Diluc against the door once again. He buried his face into the side of the man’s neck, leaving a bite there before whispering against the skin, “Oh, baby. I’m gonna make it so good for you.” He reached down the grab Diluc’s thigh, using the grip he had on his hip with his other hand to lift the redhead, properly pinning him against the door. He smirked at the gasp Diluc let out, the way his legs scrambled to wrap around his waist.

Diluc was thriving. His head was tilted back against the door, his eyes slipped shut in pleasure. Diluc knew he was a large man, his muscles built well and even a bit bulky in some areas. So the way in which Ajax easily lifted him off the ground and was still supporting his weight against the door, was a bit shocking to Diluc. And, apparently, quite the turn on, if the rapid hardening in his pants was anything to go by. Diluc was glad that his long coat was still on, covering what had to be an obvious tent in his pants. He was embarrassed to be so turned on by just a little making out, but perhaps it was just the effect that Ajax had on him.

Ajax continued leaving a trail of bite marks down Diluc’s throat, encouraged by the way Diluc would tilt his head to the side, offering Ajax a larger expanse of skin to mark. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he muttered into Diluc’s skin darkly. He bit down at a spot at the base of Diluc’s throat rasher harshly, leaving his lips on the skin to suck on the mark, ensuring it would leave a nice bruise. He glanced up at the sound of a muffled whimper to see Diluc biting his bottom lip, no doubt in an attempt to keep his noises at bay.

Ajax let go of his hip, bringing his hand up to thumb at Diluc’s lower lip, urging him to release it from between his teeth. Diluc complied easily, his eyes slipping open when Ajax tutted at him. “Nuh uh, let me hear you, baby. I wanna hear all the beautiful noises you can make,” he smirked slightly at the small whimper that escaped from Diluc’s lips. “Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he finished with a whisper.

Diluc’s hands flew to the back of Ajax’s head, gripping his hair and bringing him down for a sloppy kiss. Ajax groaned into Diluc’s mouth, his tongue slipping between the other’s lips easily. With his free hand, Ajax attempted to push the heavy coat off of Diluc’s shoulders, but with his back pinned against the door, it was futile. He groaned into Diluc’s mouth again, this time in annoyance, before he ripped himself away from the mouth that was quickly becoming addicting.

Diluc could see that Ajax was about to say something, but cut him off. “Bedroom,” he panted out, knowing Ajax was thinking the same thing. Ajax let him down and nodded at him, and that was all Diluc needed. He grabbed the man’s hand, almost running through the manor to get to the stairs, zipping through the halls to get to his bedroom. He led Ajax into the room, seeing Ajax kick the door closed behind him, before he was promptly thrown onto his own bed.

Diluc gasped as he bounced back on the bed, his length twitching in his pants. He quickly kicked off his socks and shoes as he saw Ajax doing the same, before Ajax pounced on him. His mouth was everywhere, leaving kisses and bites so quickly that Diluc couldn’t even process it before he would move on to a new spot. His hands moved in a frenzy as well, hastily reaching for Diluc’s hands to strip him of his gloves.

Ajax pulled at the collar of Diluc’s coat, wanting the material off hours ago. The coat was still proving difficult, as he had to get Diluc to work his arms out of it, and Ajax declared the coat his new nemesis. He slowed his mouth leaving marks all along Diluc’s neck, carefully getting Diluc to help him pull his arms out of the offending jacket. He pulled back a bit to let Diluc sit up so he could throw the coat to the ground, Ajax delighted to finally be rid of it.

As happy as he was to be rid of Diluc’s coat, Ajax groaned in annoyance at the sight of more layers of clothing hiding the bare skin he so desperately wanted to see. He did take a moment to appreciate Diluc in his bartending uniform, the black dress shirt and white vest making him look oh so cute when paired with his flushed face and heaving chest. Ajax dived in again, mouthing at Diluc’s neck. “So. Many. Fucking. Layers,” he huffed out into Diluc’s skin, impatiently undoing the buttons of his vest.

Diluc let out a breathless laugh, his breathing still heavy from all the attention Ajax was giving his neck. “I don’t see you- ah. I don’t see you taking anything off,” he panted out, thinking it was a bit unfair that he was the only one being undressed. He let one of his hands move to Ajax’s hip, sliding up to feel the small stretch of skin that was exposed by the cut of his shirt. He let his hand wander further up beneath Ajax’s shirt, sucking in a breath at the feeling of abs and corded muscle.

Ajax hummed against the skin of Diluc’s neck at the feeling of his hand against his own bare skin. “All in good time, baby,” he chuckled, pulling away as he had finally gotten the vest unbuttoned. “For now, I want to see how beautiful you are under all these clothes,” he murmured as rid Diluc of the vest.

Diluc squirmed against the bed as Ajax slowly undid the buttons of his dress shirt, not used to being stared at so intensely. Ajax’s eyes were glued to where his hands were meticulously undoing each button, hungrily eating up every inch of newly revealed skin. Once he undid the last button, he unceremoniously pushed it to Diluc’s sides, putting his entire bare torso on display.

Ajax could do nothing but stare. The man laid out before him was breathtaking, and he wasn’t even fully undressed yet. Ajax wasn’t sure if he would make it through this night alive. But oh it would be such a glorious death. He was so caught up in letting his eyes wander about the wide expanse of skin that he didn’t notice Diluc wriggling his arms out of the sleeves. He only noticed when Diluc sat up a bit to toss the shirt to the floor, his abs clenching deliciously.

Diluc continued to squirm against the sheets, hating that Ajax was staring at him silently for so long. He didn’t find Diluc unattractive, did he? Diluc knew that much of his muscle mass was pretty well hidden beneath his clothes, but without them, there was no hiding it. He prayed to the gods that Ajax didn’t mind his extra bulk. “Ajax,” he whined softly, a small pout to his lips.

Diluc whining his name finally snapped Ajax out of his reverie. “Gods,” he whispered, letting his gloved hands slide up Diluc’s chest, coming to cup the pectoral muscles. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered again, still entranced by the way the flush on Diluc’s cheeks continued down his neck and to his check, covering the pale skin in bright red splotches. His eyes flicked up to Diluc’s face. “Oh, one more thing.” He reached behind Diluc’s head to undo the ponytail that was holding his hair back. After running his fingers through the locks, he leaned back to admire the view.

And what a view he was. Diluc’s face flushed a bright pink, red splotches of blush littering his beautiful pale skin, his chest rising with each breath he took. All of this, framed by a halo of fiery red hair, the curls spilling out and spreading across the sheets.

Ajax’s patience snapped. He dove down to leave a harsh bite at the meat of Diluc’s pectoral muscle, his hands feverishly wanting to map out every dip and curve.

Diluc let out a small “ah-“ at the harsh bite. A high-pitched keening noise ripped from his throat as Ajax laves his tongue over a nipple.

Ajax chuckled through his nose. “Do you like that? Does it feel good?” he murmured into the skin. Diluc let out a whine in response, which simply wouldn’t do, in Ajax’s opinion. “Diluc baby,” he began, pressing a chaste kiss to the man’s lips. “I want you to answer me when I ask you something, okay? I need to make sure you’re still comfortable and enjoying this. Need to know what makes you feel good. Think you can do that for me?” He grinned as Diluc nodded his head. “Good boy,” he whispered, planting another soft kiss to Diluc’s lips before making his way down his chest again.

Ajax blew on one of Diluc’s nipples softly, enjoying the way Diluc shivered in response. He took the bud lightly between his teeth before closing his lips around it. Diluc let out a soft moan at the feeling of Ajax’s tongue, his hand flying up to rest on the Harbinger’s shoulder. Ajax pulled back enough to purr, “Now let me ask you again. Does that feel good? Do you like getting your nipples played with?”

Ajax smirked to himself when Diluc nodded his head again, before whimpering out an answer. “Y-yeah... yes, it- fuck- it feels good.” Ajax switched his attention to the man’s other nipple, almost getting thrown off his body from how hard his chest was heaving.

Diluc let out another curse. Ajax pulled his mouth back to watch his hands move across the pale skin. His hands came to rest, cupping under the pectoral muscles and pushing them up and together. “Gods, I fucking love your chest,” Ajax breathed to himself; he knew Diluc could hear him from the way his breath hitched in his throat. “Just like a pair of tits,” he mused, squishing the muscles together. He smirked at the way Diluc’s breath was punched from his gut. “So fucking hot...”

Ajax looked up to see that Diluc’s mouth was opening and closing, as if he was trying to say something. “Yes, baby?” he asked, his hands stilling. “Did you want something?”

Diluc nodded, tugging slightly at the material of Ajax’s shirt. “O-off. Please... a-at least the gloves, fuck, please.”

Ajax was now positive he would not survive the night.He couldn’t believe this was Diluc’s first time, not with the way he begged so pretty. He didn’t even need to tell the other to say please. Perhaps he was a natural-born pleaser, Ajax thought to himself.

He snapped his attention back to Diluc when the other tugged at his clothes once more. “Oh, such a good boy, telling me what you want. So polite, too,” he cooed at Diluc. He hummed in consideration for a moment before an idea came to him. He regretfully removed one of his hands from Diluc’s chest, bringing it up to Diluc’s face, the fingertips of his gloves a hairbreadth away from Diluc’s shiny lips. “Would you be so kind as to help me with the gloves, hm?”

Ajax watched in twisted delight as Diluc slowly took the fabric of the middle finger of his glove between his teeth. He pulled his hand back a bit, happy to see Diluc rear his head back, the glove sliding off Ajax’s hand with ease. “Good,” he whispered to himself, taking the glove from Diluc’s mouth. He brought his other hand up, and Diluc helped him out of that glove as well.

Ajax tossed his gloves to the side carelessly, too excited to finally feel Diluc’s skin with his bare hands. He trailed his hands slowly from Diluc’s jaw down his neck, heat pooling in him as Diluc tilted his head further back to allow him more room. He trailed his hands down the other’s chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat, then further down, watching his abs twitch at the featherlight touches.

His hands ended up cupped around Diluc’s pecs once again. His hands massaged the muscle there as he mouthed at the skin. When he heard Diluc let out a pleased sigh, he bit down, gnawing at the muscle between his teeth. The sudden bite caused Diluc to gasp sharply, his eyes flying open to see Ajax’s mouth on his chest. Ajax released the muscle, giving the aggravated area a few licks and kisses to soothe the sting before he smirked up at Diluc. “Do you like me marking up your gorgeous tits? They’re gonna bruise so pretty...” he trailed off, moving to leave a similar bite mark on the other side of Diluc’s chest, a punched out “fuck-“ leaving Diluc’s lips at the sting.

Ajax was mouthing at the newest bite mark when he raised a questioning eyebrow at Diluc. Diluc gulped. “Yes...” he breathed out softly, hoping Ajax could hear him. “Hurts but... f-feels good. P-please don’t st-stop,” he whimpered, moving his free hand to Ajax’s hair in an attempt to keep him in place.

Ajax groaned into the skin of Diluc’s chest, “Gods, you’re such a good boy for me.” He made note of how Diluc’s hips bucked up at that, and filed the thought away for later.

Ajax spent the next few minutes leaving harsh bites all over Diluc’s chest, soothing the mark with kisses each time. Diluc felt as if he was on cloud nine, the deep sting from the initial bite sending electricity up his spine, only for heat to curl in his gut at the kisses left there afterwards. However, he was getting a bit impatient. His dick was rock hard in his pants, and he could feel a wet patch beginning to grow in his boxers. Diluc wanted to get his pants off. Actually, Diluc revised his own thoughts, he wanted to get Ajax out of his clothes even more, the Fatui man not even having shed his shirt yet.

Diluc tightened his hold in Ajax’s hair just slightly, tugging on his shirt with his other hand. “Off... plea- hng- please. W-wanna... wanna see- oh fuck- you too,” Diluc panted out, pleased that he could even get out coherent words at that point.

Ajax would never get tired of hearing Diluc beg. He breathed out a shaky, “Fuck... okay,” before he pulled back enough to tear his shirt off, throwing it who knows where. He could see Diluc eyeing him appreciatively, but didn’t give him much time to enjoy the view before he was kissing the other man senseless.

Diluc groaned into Ajax’s mouth, his hands sliding down the man’s back, finally attaining the skin-on-skin contact he didn’t know he craved. He let his hands wander and feel to make up for what his eyes weren’t able to see. From his exploration, he could tell that the other was covered in scars, both old and new, as well as the fact that he was much stronger than he appeared, corded muscles tense beneath his skin.

Diluc was slightly amused by the fact that Ajax’s hands returned to his chest almost immediately. It made Diluc feel... almost confident, the fact that Ajax seemed to like it so much. So, he arched his back, pushing his chest further into those incessant hands.

“Fuck,” Ajax breathed harshly into Diluc’s mouth. His hands squeezed around the muscles. “So fucking hot,” he panted out, moving to mouth at the other’s jaw. “Bet if I squeezed ‘em together, I could get my dick in between and fuck your tits,” he rambled, words spilling from his mouth before he could really even think about it.

Diluc absolutely keened at that, his head thrown back as a high whine escaped his throat. His reaction only spurred Ajax on. “Yeah? Would you like that baby? Want me to fuck your tits?” he mumbled into Diluc’s skin, the idea almost sending him into a frenzy. Diluc was faring no better. His eyes were pinched shut, pushing his chest out even further, a constant stream of “yes, yes, yes” falling from his lips.

It was only when Diluc desperately ground his hips up into Ajax’s that the Harbinger remembered his main goal for the night. He took a deep breath to calm himself. “Maybe later, baby,” he said, chuckling at the small pout Diluc gave him in response. “Definitely later,” he revised, happy to see Diluc perk up at that too. “For now, though,” he trailed his hands down Diluc’s chest, over his abs, and toying with the waistband of his pants. “Let's get you out of these, shall we?”

Diluc was all too eager to lift his hips to help Ajax undress him, any shyness at being bared being overshadowed by his desire. Ajax tossed his pants to the side, eyeing the large bulge in his boxers with a hungry gaze. Diluc let out a breathy whine as Ajax palmed him, finally giving his cock attention. He cursed when Ajax lowered his head to mouth at him through the fabric, hot breath and saliva dampening the material even further. Ajax hummed against his length, breathing out, “Gods, how are you even real?” as his hands slid up Diluc’s thighs.

Diluc cried out as Ajax dug his fingers into the meat of Diluc’s thighs, causing the Harbinger to groan. “Fuck, baby, your thighs,” he whispered reverently against Diluc’s length, feeling it twitch beneath the fabric. He trailed his mouth down to suck a mark into the flesh of the redhead’s inner thigh. “Can I mark ‘em up? Bruise ‘em all nice and pretty to match your tits? Mark ‘em as mine?” Ajax purred.

Diluc sucked in a wet, heaving breath. “Yes, please- oh fuck,” he panted out. He let one of his hands trail to his own chest, pressing his finger into one of the dark red marks that will surely bruise later. “Can you... can you- ah! B-bite? Fuck, please?” Diluc begged, craving the sting of Ajax’s teeth again.

Ajax groaned, reaching a hand down to adjust himself in his pants. “‘Course, baby,” he whispered. He returned his hand, using it to pull Diluc’s boxers off. Diluc squirmed at being fully bare, but Ajax just pressed a sweet kiss to his shaft, his hand wrapped around the base. He let himself begin to ramble as he slowly stroked Diluc’s cock. “Gonna mark up these perfect thighs. Gods, you’re gonna be so bruised tomorrow, you’ll look so gorgeous. Gonna mark you up so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Diluc couldn’t stop the near constant stream of moans and whimpers from leaving his lips. The feeling of Ajax’s hand finally on his dick is heavenly, and the man’s whispered words only add fuel to the fire in his gut. He lets out a sharp cry as Ajax’s teeth sink into the meat of his inner thigh, the noise turning into a low groan as Ajax soothes the sting with his tongue.

Ajax only removed his head from between Diluc’s thighs once he was satisfied that the redhead was as marked up as possible. He really hoped Diluc wouldn’t kick him out once they were done, he wanted to see how well all his marks turned into bruises for himself in the morning. He pulled his mouth away from Diluc’s thighs, stroking a finger over the bite-mark covered skin reverently. “These are gonna look so good, baby,” he murmured. “Can’t wait to see you covered in my bruises.”

Diluc whined, his hips jumping as the pace of Ajax’s hand on his cock had slowed significantly. Ajax must have noticed, because he was soon licking small stripes up the entire length. Small cries and high pitched whimpers were ripped from Diluc’s throat. He turned his head to the side, knowing that the sight of Ajax between his thighs with his mouth on his cock could probably make him cum.

Ajax trailed his lips up the shaft, planting a sloppy kiss right at the tip. “Love this fucking cock,” he mumbled, mostly to himself. He grinned at the moan Diluc let out. “Want me to suck it? Bet you taste so good,” he rambled, eyes eager to see Diluc’s reaction. “I can usually swallow everything, but you’re so big I might just choke on it.” He delighted in the hitch in Diluc’s breath, the way his hips jumped. “I’d love it though, choking on it. I’d let you gag me with it, ‘til I can’t breathe.”

He grinned evilly as Diluc let out a loud whine. “But maybe later.” With that, he sat up completely, leaving only his hand wrapped loosely around the base of Diluc’s length. He chuckled as Diluc balked at him, having had all the pleasurable sensations ripped away. “Sorry baby, but I gotta ask: do you want to top or bottom?” Ajax desperately wanted to fuck the other man, but since it was his first time, he figured he would let the redhead make the decision.

Diluc flushed, averting his eyes. “Oh, I, um, uh... w-want you to... to, um, f-fuck me,” he stammered out before blearing his throat. “Please.”

Ajax wanted so badly to hop on board with that and absolutely destroy the other man, but he felt it was only fair to give him a warning. “Are you sure, baby? It might hurt a bit,” he said cautiously.

Diluc took a deep breath, steeling himself. “Yes, I’m sure. And I- I... I trust you,” he finished quietly.

Ajax smiled, swooping down to press a soft kiss to Diluc’s forehead. “Alright. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.” He planted a final kiss on the tip of Diluc’s nose, watching it scrunch up adorably. He patted the man lightly on the hip. “Turn over onto your stomach for me, baby. Also, lube?”

Diluc’s eyes widened a bit, heat rising to his cheeks before he complied, nodding his head toward the nightstand. As he was turning, he heard Ajax rummaging around through the drawer before closing it and tossing the bottle onto the bed next to him. Ajax grabbed a pillow from the headboard and placed it under his hips, making him flush further at the thought of his ass being put on display. Once he was settled, he grabbed a pillow to hug to his chest, giving himself something to keep his hand occupied with. He heard Ajax chuckle behind him, turning his head to look at the man questioningly, only to hear, “Of course you have a perfect ass as well,” spilling from the Harbinger’s lips.

Diluc jumped slightly when Ajax grabbed his ass without ceremony, a handful of cheek in each. He relaxed once again when Ajax began massaging his ass, kneading the flesh in his hands. He let out a soft hum, content. He didn’t even notice that Ajax had pulled his cheeks apart until he felt a thumb softly run over his hole. He jolted in surprise, making Ajax pull away, a worried look in his eyes. Diluc turned his head to the side, but wouldn’t make eye contact. “Sorry, sorry” he breathed out. “Just... surprised me. Keep going. Please,” he finished weakly.

Ajax wasn’t entirely convinced. “You sure?” he asked, not wanting to cause Diluc any discomfort. Diluc nodded his head eagerly where it lay on the pillow, and Ajax let out a bated breath. He put his hands back on Diluc’s ass, comforted by the way Diluc seemed to immediately relax into the touch. “Have you ever had anything in you before?” he asked quietly.

Diluc turned to hide more of his face into his pillow. “Mmfnhfnggrz” was the muffled response. Ajax could guess as to what was said, but he really wanted to hear Diluc say it himself. He continued to massage Diluc’s asscheeks, thumbs occasionally brushing the skin closer to his crack, but never getting any closer to his hole. “Hm, what was that baby? I couldn’t understand you.”

Ajax grinned as Diluc turned his head to face him more, his face almost as red as his hair, his eyes looking anywhere but at the Harbinger. “I- I’ve used, um... my- my fingers before,” he whispered.

Ajax’s grin morphed into a soft smile, encouraging Diluc to continue. “Mhmm. And how did it feel baby?” He tutted when Diluc buried his head in his pillow again, groaning in shame. “Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. I’m just trying to get more familiar with what your comfort level is. Like I said, I’m gonna make this good for you,” he explained, leaving a trail of soft kisses up Diluc’s spine.

Diluc turned his head to the side once again, his eyes pinching shut. “It felt...” he began, trailing off as he thought about the answer. “Fine,” he answered decisively. “Felt... felt full, it- it was good,” he sighed, the memory of his own fingers inside him fresh in his mind. “But it, uh, w-wasn’t enough to...” he trailed off, hoping Ajax would understand what he meant.

Ajax’s mind was reeling, head filled with thoughts and visions of Diluc desperately trying to fuck himself on his fingers, only to cry out in frustration when he can’t hit that perfect spot inside him. If he could ever get Diluc into bed with him again, he would need to make the redhead ringer himself open for him; Ajax was sure it would be an excellent show.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Diluc’s hips twitched a bit, pushing his ass back into Ajax’s hands. He planted one final kiss to Diluc’s shoulder before sitting up once again. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good you’ll see stars,” he chuckled breathlessly, watching as Diluc minutely thrusted into the pillow beneath his hips.

Diluc startled at the snap of the lube cap opening, relaxing again as Ajax pressed a comforting kiss on one of his cheeks. He inhaled sharply as Ajax’s thumbs spread his cheeks apart once more. “Gods, I’d love to eat you out one day,” he heard the Harbinger mumble into his skin, his hips thrusting against the pillow weakly at the thought. Ajax must’ve noticed, for he continued, “Would you like that, baby? Would you let me eat your ass?” As he said it, one of his hands disappeared, only to return moments later, spreading warmed lube across Diluc’s entrance with a thumb.

Diluc’s breath caught in his throat at the familiar feeling of the substance. What wasn’t familiar, however, was the feeling of someone’s else’s hands doing the work. They had barely even started, but Diluc already decided that he liked this much better than doing it himself.

The redhead’s breath escaped him in a shaky exhale as Ajax pushed just the tip of his thumb in, the rim fluttering around the intrusion. Ajax was keeping a keen eye out for any signs of discomfort from Diluc; when he found none, he slowly edged his thumb further in, up to the first knuckle. Diluc let out a quiet moan, his hips pushing back when Ajax stilled. Encouraged, Ajax continued.

He twisted his thumb around a bit, feelings Diluc’s walls stretch around him. He pulled his thumb this way and that, stretching the rim a bit further. Diluc was humming softly, quiet moans falling from his lips every so often. Ajax removed his thumb, smiling at the whine that escaped Diluc’s throat from the loss. He shushed the redhead quietly, leaving soft kisses along his thighs.

Ajax slid his index finger into Diluc, meeting little resistance. He reveled in the moan the man let loose, his volume having increased ever so slightly. He slid his finger in to the base, Diluc’s shoulders tensing a bit. “Doing okay?” Ajax asked softly, stilling his hand.

“Yeah,” Diluc gasped out. “Keep going.”

Ajax nodded softly, despite the fact that Diluc couldn’t actually see him. He slowly pulled his finger out until only the tip remained inside, and was just as slow in pushing it back in. Ajax was doing his best to go slow, despite his desire to just ram into the man below him, but the groan Diluc let out and the way his hips pushed back into his finger were really testing his restraint.

“So fucking good,” Ajax mumbled. He curled his finger a bit inside Diluc, the man letting out a whine. He removed his finger, two returning to Diluc’s hole before the redhead could even protest the loss. He slid his fingers in slowly, two being more of a stretch, pleased when Diluc only pushed his hips back further. “Take my fingers so well,” he murmured reverently. He paused as his fingers met some resistance around his knuckles, pulling them back only to push back in, loosening Diluc’s rim more.

Ajax slowly fucked his two fingers in and out of Diluc’s hole, the redhead letting out wet, panting breaths into the pillow he had clutched to his chest. After a short bit of time doing this, Ajax was able to slide both fingers in entirely, letting out a shaky breath at the delicious groan Diluc let out. He stilled, mesmerized by the sight and feeling of Diluc’s rim clenching around the base of his fingers.

Diluc felt his hips twitch involuntarily in impatience. He turned his head to look at the man behind him, his face partially obscured by his own fiery red curls. “M-move... pl- please, more,” he whimpered out, desperate for the feel of Ajax’s fingers stretching him open.

Ajax let out a low groan as he retracted his fingers slowly. He pushed them back in quickly, grinning at the way Diluc’s breath was punched from his gut. He repeated the action, Diluc letting out a low moan this time. He continued this, withdrawing slowly, only to push back in quickly- quickly, but not very rough. At some point, Ajax realized he couldn’t hear Diluc’s noises as well, looking up to find the man biting at his pillow.

Ajax tsked, using his free hand to grab some of Diluc’s hair and pull. A split second after he did it, he thought that he really should’ve been gentler, but the high, unabashed keen that was ripped from Diluc’s throat quelled his worries. He brought his lips down to Diluc’s ear, using the grip in his hair to get Diluc to arch his back just ever so slightly. “Nuh uh, baby. You gotta let me hear those beautiful noises, remember? You need to let me know how good I’m making you feel, hm?” he whispered, grinning dearly when Diluc took in a gulping gasp of air, his head nodding as much as it could with the grip Ajax still had on his hair. “Good boy.” He planted a kiss in Diluc’s hair, rewarding the man by twisting the fingers he still had inside him.

Diluc gasped at the feeling of the fingers inside him twisting, only for them to begin spreading apart, scissoring him open. This was always his favorite part of fingering himself, the feeling of his rim loosening, stretching further. He could never reach very far inside himself, but he did enjoy the feeling of being full. He enjoyed Ajax’s fingers much more than his own, as they were able to fill him as he desired, but they could also reach deep, hitting spots inside Diluc that had never been touched before.

“Feel good?” Ajax asked, snapping Diluc’s attention back to reality. Diluc heard a constant stream of soft whines and deep groans, embarrassed to find that he was the one making those noises. “Love the way you sound,” Ajax murmured, causing Diluc to flush, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as Ajax’s fingers curled inside him. “Yeah, just like that. Gods, so fucking hot.” Ajax slowed his fingers. “Tell me how it feels, baby,” the Harbinger ordered.

“Feels... oh fuck, good, feels so good,” Diluc blurted out, his pride nowhere to be found. “P-please, want- want... ah- want m-more,” he whimpered. “F-feel... mmmn- full, f-fuck. N-need... full, ple- hnngg- please?” Diluc really hoped that Ajax knew what he was begging for, because he sure didn’t know himself. “W-want- FUCK!” He cried out as Ajax curled his fingers just so, pressing against a spot inside him that made him dizzy with pleasure. He almost jackknifed off the bed, but Ajax’s free hand was quick to clamp down on his hip, keeping him firmly in place.

Ajax grinned sharply when he found the redhead’s prostate, his grin only growing at Diluc’s reaction, despite having to hold the man down. He stilled his fingers for a moment, knowing Diluc would need some time to collect himself. “Wh-... what was that?” Diluc asked hoarsely.

Ajax laughed. “That’s your prostate, baby. Really sensitive,” he explained, soothing his thumb over Diluc’s hip as the man was still taking shaky breaths. His grin turned wicked. “I told you I would make you see stars, didn’t I?” He fucked his fingers into Diluc’s hole again at the same angle, basking in the sharp cry that was ripped from Diluc’s throat. “Tell me how good it feels,” he whispered, his fingers continuing their motion.

Diluc had never felt such intense pleasure in his entire life. He felt as if Ajax’s two fingers had fucked the sanity out of him. “So- fuck- so good... yes, fuck, oh gods... m-more, pl- ah- please,” he begged, words spilling from his lips before he could even process what it was that he was even saying. A filthy noise was ripped from Diluc’s throat when Ajax added a third finger, still hitting the same spot inside him. Ajax had been thorough enough that the additional finger didn’t cause any pain, but Diluc reveled in the extra feeling of fullness.

When Ajax switched to keeping his fingers stuffed inside Diluc, fingertips massaging and rubbing circles into that sensitive spot inside him, Diluc’s hips began thrusting. He wasn’t quite sure if he was thrusting back into Ajax’s hands, or forward, rutting his dick into the pillow beneath his hips. All he knew was that he wanted more. As Ajax continued his ministrations with his fingers, Diluc could feel heat pooling in his gut. “Fuck, fuck, gods yes... so- hnngg- so full,” he panted out. “P-please, I’m- ah!- close, fuck, please.”

Ajax’s eyes lit up, hungrily watching Diluc rut between the pillow and his hand. “Yeah? You gonna cum on my fingers? Just from being stuffed full?” he teased sadistically, harshly thrusting his fingers in further for emphasis. He grinned manically, his dick positively leaking in his pants, at the noise Diluc let loose, almost sounding like a sob. Gods, he would love to fuck the redhead to the point of tears. He ground his fingers into Diluc’s prostate insistently. “Be a good boy and cum for me. Cum on my fingers, baby,” he murmured reverently.

Ajax was in awe. There was simply no other word for it. He watched as Diluc rutted into the pillow beneath him, suddenly freezing at his words, body tensed, as he let out a garbled whine high in his throat. The redhead was positively shaking through his orgasm, tremors running through his entire body as Ajax’s fingers worked him through his high. He retracted his fingers carefully once Diluc’s shoulders had finally relaxed again, his body still shaking.

The Harbinger gently coaxed Diluc to roll over onto his back, tossing the soiled pillow off the bed in the process. Ajax fell over top of him, leaving gentle kisses along the skin of his neck. “So wonderful, did so good for me,” he whispered the soothing words. “Perfect, just perfect.”

Diluc worked to open his eyes a fraction from where they were pinched shut, his body still wracked with tremors. “A-aren’t you g-gonna... f-fuck me? Y-you still ha- haven’t...” he trailed off, attempting to weakly gesture toward the rather obvious tent in Ajax’s pants with a shaky hand.

Ajax cooed at him. How sweet of him, he thought to himself. “Oh baby, you don’t need to worry about me.”

Diluc frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. “B-but... w-want you t-to fuck me? P-please?”

Ajax groaned at that. “Baby... you’re still going to be so sensitive,” he explained, trailing his fingers down to Diluc’s hips. The way Diluc’s hips twitched even at the light touch proving his point. “Are you sure?”

Diluc nodded his head eagerly. “Y-yes, please. W-want it. Wanna f-feel, feel you.” He could already feel his dick begin to twitch in interest again, and knew that it certainly wouldn’t take very long for him to get hard again.

Ajax sucked in a breath at that. “Gods, you’re incredible,” he whispered softly before continuing, his voice raised so that Diluc could hear. “Alright, baby, I’ll fuck you. You just have to let me know if it gets to be too much, okay?” When Diluc nodded, Ajax all but ripped his own pants off, eager to finally give his dick some attention.

Diluc was trying to angle his head to get a look at what Ajax had been hiding in his pants the whole night, curiosity taking over him, but the sound of the lube cap snapping open once more jolted him. Ajax hung his head over Diluc’s chest, letting out a soft hiss at his dick finally getting some contact. Diluc felt a sticky hand lightly pat the outside of his thigh. “Can you spread your legs for me, baby?” Ajax asked. Diluc complied, spreading his thighs apart, feeling heat rise to his cheeks as he slipped his eyes closed.

Ajax positioned his hands, one on Diluc’s hip, and the other grabbing the back of his thigh, pushing his knee towards his chest. He internally appreciated the flexibility of the man. He positioned the tip of his cock just outside Diluc’s hole, feeling the rim flutter at the contact. “I’ll go slow, okay?” He whispered into Diluc’s neck.

Diluc nodded, not trusting his voice enough to respond. He gasped sharply as the pressure against his rim increased, letting out a breathy cry as he felt the tip of Ajax’s length breach the ring of muscle. Diluc’s hands flew to Ajax’s shoulders once the Harbinger had gotten the head of his cock inside, nails digging into the flesh there. He could barely hear the deep groan that was ripped from Ajax’s throat over his own pounding heartbeat and gasping breaths.

Ajax had to still once he had gotten the head of his dick inside Diluc, worried he might cum if he pressed any further. Diluc was just so tight, wrapped deliciously around him. After taking a moment to collect himself, Ajax pressed further. It was overwhelming. All the punched out little “ah, ah, ah”s Diluc was letting out, the feeling of nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, the heat wrapped around his length, everything was flooding his senses.

He was about three-quarters of the way in when he was finally met with some resistance, Diluc tensing beneath him. Ajax peppered his face with kisses, stroking soothing thumbs over the skin of his hips and thighs. “Shhh, you’re doing so good, baby, so good,” he whispered. “You’re almost there, Diluc, only a little bit left. Don’t you want to take me? Don’t you want to be a good boy and take all of me?” He began slowly moving his length in and out of Diluc, never pushing any deeper.

Diluc sucked in a heaving breath, his chest trembling slightly. “Y-yeah,” he whispered, face positively burning. “K-keep going. Please.” Diluc let out a whimper when Ajax continued to press forward slowly, the stretch slightly uncomfortable, but eventually turning into a twisted form of pleasure that he couldn’t exactly describe.

Ajax’s head fell to Diluc’s shoulder with a moan when he finally bottomed out, drowning out the small whine from Diluc. “Good job, baby,” he panted out. “That’s everything. Can you feel me stretching you out? Tell me how good it feels,” he asked Diluc, needing to take another moment to compose himself before he came immediately.

“I- It’s a lot,” he rasped out. “S-so big, fuck. F-feel so... mmmn- so full.” He wriggled his hips back, wanting to feel more of the length inside him. He stilled once he felt the grip of Ajax’s hands tighten, the one on his thigh digging into a mark the Harbinger had left there. “Y-you can move,” he whispered, giving Ajax permission to do as he pleased.

Ajax groaned as he moved to mouth at the marks on Diluc’s chest, pleased to see that Diluc’s cock was hard once again. He pulled his hips back at a snail’s pace, until only the tip was left inside. He felt Diluc’s hole clench around him. “Baby, I am not gonna last very long,” he laughed out weakly. With that, he slid back in just as slowly, listening to the symphony of Diluc’s whimpers and whines.

After a few thrusts at such a sluggish pace, Diluc began to squirm. “F-faster... pl- ah- please,” he whispered.

Ajax’s patience was stretched thin. He was going so slow, making sure not to hurt Diluc, when all he wanted to do was ram the man into the mattress. He picked up his pace at Diluc’s plea, still going slower than he would like, but it still felt incredible. He swooped to capture Diluc’s lips in a kiss, swallowing all the gasps, grunts, whines, and moans the man let out at the increase in pace.

Eventually, Ajax’s pace had gradually increased to the point where he could hear his hips slapping against Diluc’s own. He tore himself away from the redhead’s mouth, moving to sit up on his knees in between Diluc’s spread legs, taking in the sight before him.

Diluc looked... wrecked. His chest was flushed a deep red, covered in bite marks, and positively heaving with every breath he took. His thighs, also covered in Ajax’s marks, were quivering in the Harbinger’s hold. And his face- wait, Ajax thought to himself.

His expression was obscured, an arm thrown over his face to cover it. Ajax halted his thrusts, keeping himself buried to the hilt. He ground his hips into Diluc’s slowly, taking in Diluc’s low groan. He let go of the man’s thigh, reaching up to grab Diluc’s wrist, pinning it to the bed above his head. “Let me see you, baby,” he cooed. “Wanna see your pretty little faces.” He let out a deep hum, feeling Diluc clench around him. “Gods, love seeing how wrecked you look. All from my cock.”

Diluc whined high in his throat, partially embarrassed at having Ajax see him in such a debauched state. But if he was being honest, he was feeling so good that he began to forget why he even cared. He nodded absently at what Ajax had said, then suddenly threw his head back as the Harbinger resumed his thrusts.

Ajax sped his hips up, pounding into Diluc now. He moved his hand from Diluc’s hip to wrap around the man’s cock, keeping his other hand where it was pinning Diluc’s arm above his head. Diluc cried out at the contact, his head thrashing about. Ajax angled his hips, aiming to hit that spot inside Diluc that made him see stars. He knew he had hit his target once Diluc let out a sob.

Ajax sped up the hand on the redhead’s cock, feral grin growing as he saw a tear spill from where Diluc’s eyes were pinched shut. “F-fuck, yes. I- I’m cl- mmmn- close. ‘M g-gonna cum, fuck.” Diluc’s cries rang through Ajax’s head as he panted harshly.

“Fuck, so tight. Look at you, crying on my cock,” his thrusts became sporadic as he saw more tears sliding down Diluc’s cheeks. “Open your eyes, baby. Want you to look at me when you cum, make sure you know I’m the one making you feel this good.” He groaned low in his throat when Diluc complied, ruby red eyes opening and locking onto his, hazy and fogged over with pleasure. Ajax watched in awe as more tears spilled over, bottom eyelashes wet and clumped together.

Diluc’s hips bucked into Ajax’s hand, the coil of heat in his gut about to snap. “Fuck,” he whimpered weakly. A sob was ripped from him as he shot his release over Ajax’s hand and across his own stomach, some even reaching his chest. He continued to sob, more tears leaking from his eyes as Ajax continued to stroke him through his high, his cock never stopping it’s thrusting into Diluc’s ass. He thought he could hear Ajax let out something that sounded like a curse, but couldn’t decipher what language it was in.

Ajax continued pounding into Diluc and stroking his dick until the man began to wince and whimper, body wracked in tremors once more. He let go of the man’s cock, spent length flopping into the mess on his stomach. He tore himself from Diluc’s hole; if he hadn’t been about two seconds away from cumming, he would’ve felt bad at the sharp wince he saw from Diluc. However, as it was, his only concern was getting himself off. He crawled his way up Diluc’s body in his knees until he was straddling the man’s ribs. His hand (partially covered in Diluc’s release, Ajax noticed belatedly) flew to his own dick as he began stroking himself desperately.

A filthy groan was ripped from his throat. His hand was flying in his cock, Diluc’s cum making the slide wet and slick. He pitched forward, breath knocked out of him as he saw Diluc’s eyes squint open blearily. His eyes darted to where he was stroking himself, only to notice that beneath his dick (which was an angry red) was Diluc’s chest, marked up with forming bruises and bite marks, a few streaks of pearly white completing the masterpiece.

“Can I- ah- cum on your chest, baby? Get it all messy? All over those pretty marks?” he panted, hoping Diluc would give him permission because he was going to cum within the next ten seconds. He gasped sharply as Diluc nodded, dazed. “Fuck,” he bit out aggressively. “Gonna cum on your pretty tits, baby.” With that, he came, shooting ropes of cum over Diluc’s chest exactly as promised. He took wheezing, gasping breaths of air in as he continued to stroke himself, riding out his high.

Diluc let his eyes slip shut, letting out a content hum as his chest was covered. Ajax hunched over him, dropping his head so that their foreheads were touching. “You did... so good, baby,” Ajax panted out, Diluc preening at the words. Once Ajax released Diluc’s hand that he had pinned to the mattress, Diluc slowly moved it to Ajax’s hair, bringing the man down for a kiss.

It was a rather pathetic kiss, more just panting into each other’s mouths. But it felt oh so intimate, just holding each other close after they both reached their highs, hands softly caressing any skin they could reach.

Ajax fluttered around Diluc’s face, leaving kisses on his skin and whispering praises between each brush of lips. “Such a good boy.” A kiss to Diluc’s temple. “So wonderful.” A kiss to his cheek. “Just beautiful.” A kiss to his forehead. “So perfect for me.” A kiss to his lips.

Ajax took a deep breath, resolving himself to finally sitting up and pulling away from Diluc. He clambered off of the man, eyes darting around the room in hopes to find his (or Diluc’s, honestly) boxers somewhere on the floor. Once he spotted them, he rolled off the bed and snatched them up. As he was pulling them up his legs, he noticed Diluc watching him with a small frown, eyes questioning.

“W- ... what are you doing?” he asked softly, his voice weak. Ajax delighted in hearing how hoarse his voice sounded, the way the words came out slightly raspy.

He finished pulling his boxers on, turning to Diluc with a soft smile. “Gotta get us cleaned up, baby. Bathroom is this way?” he asked, pointing to a door which he assumed led to the bathroom. At Diluc’s small nod, he went in. He couldn’t take in how impressive the bathroom was or how organized Diluc kept his things, too focused on trying to find a washcloth or a towel. After digging through some drawers, he finally found some washcloths. He used one to quickly clean himself up. Grabbing another one, he ran the cloth under warm water, soaking the fabric and wringing it out to make it damp, but not dripping.

He returned to the bedroom, washcloth in hand, to find Diluc slightly more alert, but still pretty out of it. He crawled onto the bed next to Diluc, slowly wiping up the mess on his stomach. As Ajax moved the cloth up to clean his chest, Diluc’s head fell to rest on his shoulder. He planted a kiss to the crown of Diluc’s head once he deemed the man clean. “Do you want some fresh clothes to put on, baby?” he asked in a whisper, not wanting to shock Diluc out of his relaxed state.

Diluc hummed in agreement. “Boxers... Top drawer,” he muttered softly, nodding his head towards a dresser by his closet. He felt immediately cold as soon as Ajax left his side again. He shivered slightly, watching the man rummage through the drawer he pointed out, coming back with a new pair of simple black boxers. Diluc felt his cheeks heat up as Ajax dressed him, pressing kisses to the skin of his legs as he dragged the fabric up.

Diluc sighed in content, happy to have Ajax next to him again. They stayed like that for a while, Diluc’s head resting on Ajax’s chest. Ajax was drawing small patterns into his biceps from where the Harbinger had his arms wrapped around him. They stayed like that until Diluc began to get drowsy, his breaths evening out and his eyes slipping shut. He was sleepy enough that he almost didn’t notice as Ajax slowly removed himself from beneath him, only noticing once he was completely off the bed. His eyes blinked open blearily, seeing Ajax tiptoe around his room in search of his clothes.

“Where are you going?” he asked sleepily, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Ajax froze, the sound of Diluc’s voice startling him. He turned to the man. “I, uh, gotta grab my clothes. I, um, I figured you’d want me to leave, but I can’t exactly go without-“ he cut himself off as Diluc shook his head, then uttered the one word he had been hoping to hear all night.

“Stay.”

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