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rafecameroninterlude · 3 days

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pairing: dark!rafe x fem!pogue!reader

summary: ❝there’s only 24 hours in a day, and half of those you lay awake with thoughts of murder and carnage.❞ — when you accidentally witness rafe commit a murder, he’s willing to do everything he has to do in order to make sure there’s no loose ends. even if that means tracking you down and killing you himself.

warnings: predator/prey dynamic, murder, descriptions of violence and blood, time skips (just hours apart), choking (not the good kind), rafe quite literally tries to kill you, it kinda gives stockholm syndrome ngl

word count: 3.1k

a/n: series masterlist

hour one - 9:00 PM

“i can’t believe you talked me into taking this short cut to the boneyard, this is creepy as fuck.” you shivered, regretting your shoe choice as the gravel crunched underneath your sandals. “you’ll be here in no time, i swear! did you pass that abandoned house on the left already?” you froze, glancing back at the isolated dirt path. “girl- i haven’t seen anything since i turned this way like fifteen minutes back.” your friend gasped on the other end of the line. “where the hell are you then?!” lizzie yelled, attempting to shout over the music in the background.

“you tell me!” you cursed under your breath when you got a low battery notification. “look, my phone is about to die, i’ll try to call when i get closer.” you hung up, spotting a clear field to cut through. up in the distance you could see what looked like headlights. “thank god.” you sighed, making your way over in hopes of getting a ride out of here. as you got closer, you started rethinking your decision when two men came into your view, one pushing the other onto the ground. “what the fuck?” you whispered to yourself, your heart dropping as the man that was standing up pulled out a gun.

“please don’t do this! i’ll never steal from you again, man. i swear!” you were stuck, your feet not moving no matter how hard you tried. “you didn’t just steal from me, you stole from my family.” the cock of the gun was loud enough for your heart to beat wildly in your chest. “please, i’m begging you!” terror flooded through your system when the man on his knees glanced up, pointing a finger at you before the sound of a chamber being emptied pierced through the chilly night air. you jumped, covering your ears as they rung. the man fell with a thud, the realization of what you’ve just seen made your breath catch in your throat.

“hey!” the guy with the gun started running towards you, sending a shock of fear down your spine as you stumbled back. you whimpered when the palms of your hands landed on the bed of grass below you, the man’s footsteps only getting closer with each second you stayed on the ground. finally, when he was close enough for you to make out his face, you bolted in the opposite direction, a scream leaving your lips when he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you against his front as he breathed against your skin. “you shouldn’t have seen that.” he traced your arm with the cold metal of his gun. “please, i won’t tell anyone, i was just trying to get to a party when i saw your truck. i thought you could help me out.” you whimpered.

“thought i could help you out?” he repeated, turning you around in his grip, “you’ve seen my truck, and now you’ve seen my face. i don’t want to do this but your pretty little self was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.” tears welled in your eyes as he held the gun up to your head. “i won’t go to the cops, i promise!” you cried, hands wrapping around his wrist. “i’ll forget all of this even happened.” truth be told, he really didn’t want to kill you. the second you saw his eyes soften, you knee’d him in the groin, pushing him in the chest as you took the gun from his hand. “sorry, not sorry!” you shouted, running as fast as you can while he groaned in pain. “you stupid fucking bitch!” he yelled, punching the ground in frustration.

you put the gun on safety mode, throwing it in your purse as you ran and didn’t stop until you reached what looked like the beach. sure enough as you got closer, you could hear the cheer of nearby partygoers. you sighed in relief, making your way to the center where lizzie and jj were sitting down at. “oh my god, are you alright?!” your best friend wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug while jj examined you closely. “dude, you look like you just climbed out of the woods or something.” you rolled your eyes at his words. “thanks, jayj.” you sat down, contemplating if whether or not you should tell lizzie what happened.

“i texted you like fifteen minutes ago to check on you!” she hit your arm playfully. your phone. you quickly patted yourself down, subtly looking through your small purse for the device, only to realize that you might’ve dropped it during the whole ‘escape from the killer!’ fiasco. “oh, fuck.” you whispered to yourself, lizzie and jj already back in their own little love bubble. meanwhile just on the other side of the island, rafe was seated in his truck, still sore from you kicking him in his manhood. he didn’t dwell on it too much, everything he needed to physically get ahold of you currently sat in the palm of his hand.

not only did rafe have your phone, but when he took off your phone case just to see your state id wrapped in a twenty dollar bill, he also had your full name along with your address.

hour ten - 7:00 AM

you barely slept a wink last night. after you got home from the party, you showered with the bathroom door open, way too paranoid to go over five minutes without looking out the window. you glanced at your purse, still not being able to bring yourself to open it. the flash backs of the man’s lifeless body falling to the ground was enough to keep you up. now, with the morning sun flooding through your bedroom, you knew had to get up at some point and get yourself together. “fuck.” you rubbed your eyes, quickly brushing your teeth before making your way to the small kitchen. washing some dishes from the day before, you stared out the window as you got lost in your thoughts.

he doesn’t know my name, how could he even find me? what if he found my phone with my id in it? eh, he’s probably too busy burying a body to worry about me.

“ouch!” you hissed, looking down to see that you accidentally cut yourself with one of the kitchen knives. “snap out of it.” you sighed to yourself, sucking on your finger as you looked through one of the drawers for a band aid. just as you spotted one, your heart stopped when you heard the familiar crunch of gravel in the driveway. your worst nightmare coming true when you saw the same black truck from last night parked outside. “no, no, no, no, no,” you ran to the front door, where you were met with a loud bang. “open up, y/n.” you paced around nervously, having no phone to call anyone for help. “leave me alone! i didn’t go to the police last night, and i won’t go to them ever, okay? please leave.”

“i can’t do that. you have something of mine, and i want it back.” you shuddered at the sound of his voice. “if you give me my gun, you’ll get your phone back. easy trade off.” that explains why he knew your name and where you lived. “you have my phone?” you wiped your eyes, walking closer to the trailer door. “i sure do, babe.” you debated with yourself, your breath quickening with each second you stayed silent. “will you leave me alone after this?” you unlocked the small latch, your heart beating in your ears as you opened the door, revealing the, rather beautiful, psycho that tried to kill you yesterday. “i’ll leave you alone. promise.” his eyes danced over your body. you were just in a tank top and underwear.

“i’ll be right back.” you took a deep breath, grabbing the gun out of your purse before returning back to him. when you opened the door once more, he was no where to be seen. “you make this too easy for me.” he clamped a hand over your mouth as he dragged you out of the living room and into your bedroom where he shoved you into the wall. you had no idea where the gun was pointing to, but you still pulled the trigger in a last minute effort to defend yourself. both of you jumped back, a bullet hole now adorning a spot next to your bed frame. you held the gun up, your hand shaking as you aimed at his head. “where’s my phone?” all the fear in your body was now replaced by anger. he held his hands up in defense, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“here,” he took the device out of his pocket, tossing it on your bed. “if i was going to rat you out i would’ve done it already,” you started, “this gun has my prints all over it, too. if i went to the cops with this i’d look just as guilty.” you watched as his face fell in realization. “i don’t even know your name.” you emptied the clip of the gun, the bullets falling to the floor with a clink. “rafe.” was all he said as you pushed the gun into his chest. “listen, rafe, i’m not a runner, i don’t run from anyone. you, however, killed somebody and i happened to witness it. that’s all. you got what you wanted now, so leave.” you grabbed your phone, walking past him to the kitchen.

“i believe you, but i can’t trust you. ‘not when i have too much to lose.” he followed you, unaware of the knife you had in your grip. “so make a move.” you turned around. rafe glanced at the knife in your hand, a smirk forming on his lips. “i’m into knifeplay, don’t threaten me with a good time.” he charged at you, knocking the weapon out of your grasp. before you could react, he wrapped a hand around your throat, lifting you up onto the counter as he started choking you out. your eyes widened while you frantically reached to the side for anything to hit him with. just as your vision started getting hazy, you felt the cast iron of your skillet on the stovetop, swinging it across his head. he fell instantly, his eyes fluttering shut as he his body slumped against the floor.

you rubbed the skin of your neck, tears running down your face as you fought to catch your breath. “oh, shit.” you whimpered, leaning down to check if he had a pulse. still alive, dammit. you leaned against the wall, trying to come up with something fast before he woke up. thirty minutes later, and you had him tied to a chair in the middle of your living room. “this will have to do.” you sighed, sticking a piece of tape over his mouth.

hour eighteen - 3:00 PM

“what the fuck?” rafe’s voice was raspy when he woke up, his eyes widening slightly as he spotted you staring at him from the couch. “what time it is?” he groaned, nearly knocking his chair over at how hard he was thrashing in it. “three o’ clock, which means you’ve been knocked out cold for eight hours.” you blinked. “eight hours?! what the fuck happened?” he looked around. you couldn’t help the scoff that left your lips. “what happened? you started choking me like a crazy person and i hit you with a skillet before you could actually kill me.” you moved closer, showing him the purple marks that now adorned your neck. apart of him hated that he did it, but it was too late to take it back now.

he licked his lips, cringing at the weird taste. “did i have tape on my mouth?” he grimaced. “yes, but you started breathing weird so i took it off.” you walked to the kitchen, rafe’s eyes glued to the way your jeans hugged your ass. “can you untie me?” he sighed when he heard you laugh. “not a chance,” you came back to the living room with a water bottle and a chair. “we’re gonna talk first before i let you go anywhere.” you took a seat in front of him, your knees knocking against his. you opened the water bottle, bringing it up to his lips. “i choked the shit out of you and you wanna give me water?” if he felt like crap before, he felt even worse now. “do you want it or not?” he nodded.

you hated how attractive you found him, the way he was gazing up at you right now made butterflies flutter in your tummy. once he hummed that he had enough, you leaned back in your seat. “before you shot that guy last night you said he stole something from your family. what was it?” rafe sighed, shaking his head. “why should i tell you?” he scoffed. “i’ll answer whatever questions you ask me in return.” you leaned forward, your cleavage making him uncomfortably hard in his cargo shorts. “any question?” you tilted your head. “yes, but answer mine first.” you ignored the smirk that lifted in the corner of his lips. “he stole gold,” rafe cleared his throat, “like a shit ton of it.” he swallowed.

“did you get it back?” you peered up at him through your eyelashes, completely oblivious to the tent in his shorts, or so he thought. “of course i did.” you shivered at the deep baritone of his voice. rafe knew both of you were treading dangerous territory as your looks started lingering a second longer, your fingers tracing his chin everytime he asked for more water. “what does one do with that much gold? when they’re already rich, i mean.” you licked your lips, resting your cheek in the palm of your hand. “get more richer.” he shrugged. “my turn.” rafe cleared his throat.

“you can’t go to the cops, and you can’t leave me tied here forever. what are you gonna do?” you sighed, spending the last eight hours asking yourself the same thing. “i don’t know, rafe. if i let you go, you might try to kill me again.” he watched you carefully, guilt settling in his gut. “i won’t do anything, i swear i’ll-” you cut him off, “you said that last time.” rafe’s eyes flickered down to your neck, his jaw clenching. “nah, you have my word.” even though he looked sincere, you knew better than to give in right away. “no.” you got up, grabbing your purse as you made your way to the front door. “woah, where are you going?” rafe started pulling at the restraints, shouting after you as you walked out your trailer.

hour twenty three - 8:00 PM

the last thing you expected to see when you got home was rafe lying on his side, staring at nothing as you rushed over to help him up. “what the hell?” you grunted, pulling the chair up. “i tried to get out of this.” he looked completely defeated as you pulled your hair out of your face. “yeah, i can see that,” you placed the bag of food you had on the kitchen table, returning with a pair of scissors. “y/n, it’s been well over a day since my last meal, just let me go i swear i’ll be out of your hair.” he swallowed dryly. kneeling down on the floor, you started cutting the ropes from the chair, mumbling a ‘don’t make me regret this.’

rafe stared wide eyed as you set him free, immediately backing away from him as he rolled his shoulders back. “your keys are on the small table by the front door.” you were practically trembling with fear when he loomed over you. with a gentle hand, he softly traced your face, his fingers trailing down your neck to touch the bruises there. “i’m sorry.” rafe whispered. not knowing how to respond, you simply blinked with a small nod. “i got you something to eat in the kitchen,” you motioned towards the white paper bag with a burger and fries in it. rafe looked at you as if he couldn’t believe you were real.

“you bought me food?” you relaxed when he stepped away, his hands on his head as he slowly paced back and forth. “yes..” your voice came out small. rafe was quiet for a minute before he looked at you with a look that sent shivers down your spine, except this time it wasn’t out of terror. “do you want to play a game, y/n?” he eyed your frame, loving the way your tits looked in that pretty tube top of yours. “i’m kind of tired of games, don’t you think we’ve played cat and mouse long enough?” you smiled softly when he laughed. “while you do have a point, this is a game that you win regardless.” rafe watched as you let your hair down from it’s claw clip, “why not?”

“i’m sure you’re familiar with hide and seek?” your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “of course i’m familiar, but why that one?” you questioned. “well here’s the thing; i’m gonna count to sixty and give you one minute to hide. if i don’t find you in two minutes, you’ll never have to worry about me showing up at your doorstep again, but if i do find you.. i fuck you.” you were immediately taken aback, your heart pounding in your ears as he got close to you once again. any normal person would immediately reject, not even giving it a second thought before declining, but a large part of you was thrilled at the idea of being hunted down. only when your life didn’t actually depend on it, of course.

you looked up at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as a nervous habit. “okay.” rafe smiled devilishly. “run.” his eyes were dark when the word left his mouth. “w-what?” you stuttered, panic coursing through your veins. “i said fucking run.” he said through gritted teeth, your feet moving as he started counting down. you ran into the bedroom, cursing under your breath as you look around for a concealed hiding spot. you lived in a trailer for god’s sake, you had limited space. choosing your best bet, you squeezed into your closet, bringing your knees up to your chest as the words ‘ready or not, here i come!’ echoed in your ears.

you could hear shuffling in the bathroom and the kitchen, your eyes screwing shut as his foot steps got closer to your room. rafe was already a minute down. just as you thought he was going to walk away, the door to your closet swung open.

hour twenty four - 9:00 PM

“gotcha.”

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gisele0127 · 1 year

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Misunderstanding • nagi x reader

notes: slight angst, fluffy ending, a little all over the place, 778 words

its’s currently 3 am and Nagi Seishiro is playing video games in the other room to your shared apartment. you don’t really mind him staying up so late as long as he gets enough rest (even when he gets a full 8 hours of sleep he’s always tired🙄). on this particular night nagi was being unusually loud, he’s usually very calm and collected while playing video games. you couldn’t sleep. you’re half asleep and so annoyed, you had to wake up early to go meet up your mother for breakfast. as you walk down the hallway to go tell nagi to shut up you overhear him say

“yea shes so god damn annoying. she won’t give me space and she’s too obsessed”

your heart drops. is nagi talking about you? are you really that annoying? are you too obsessed? your legs won’t move, you can’t walk into the room now. he’d think you’re too annoying anyways. you drag your feet back to your room silently crying. why are you crying? he can’t be talking about you right? deep down you were always afraid that you were too annoying and clingy for him. nagis so laid back and *not as affectionate* as you. it made you really insecure. you always knew that you loved him more than he loved you. did he still even love you? sure you guys have been dating for a few years, but has he fallen out of love? did he ever love you? your head started spiraling and you couldn’t stop crying until you heard footsteps. you wipe your tears really fast a pretend to be asleep, because you can’t deal with him right now. not when you’re a mess. nagi opens the door and plops right next to you. he takes a deep breath and says,

“ughhhhh. y/n, baby, love of my life, my future wife, i love you. so much. you’re so adorable when youre asleep.”

your heart skips a beat, but then you remember the nasty things he just said about you. a couple more tears fall knowing what he just said was meaningless and fake. he pulls you into where you’re the little spoon and he starts rubbing your tummy. tracing little patterns and writing i love you.

“babe you know how i told you that there’s a new athletic trainer for the team?”

he never told you anything about a new athletic trainer. must’ve been his other bitch.

“she’s so fucking annoying. she’s all over me and flirting with me. might just have to bring you to practice to show her who’s the love of my life”

…bye

did? um? did you misunderstand him? oh my god? right? you totally misunderstood him.

he rubs his head against you, hugging you tighter. you’re so tiny compared to him. he starts kissing you. he’s never this affectionate when you’re ‘awake’. you start to smile but then it quickly fades away when he asks,

“are you crying?”

your body stiffens, he caught you.

“no i’m asleep”

“why are you crying?”

you take a deep breath and finally you let loose,

“i heard you talking while you were playing video games. i thought you called me annoying but it was apparently your new athletic trainer that you actually did not tell me about? but anyways yea. got scared that you didn’t love me anymore or as much. it’s okay if you don’t, i already know how you are. i love you more anyways”

you take nagis hands off of you, not really wanting him to touch you. he’s silent for a couple of seconds, confused.

“what? oh. yea you heard that. i mean what i said i want you to come to practice tomorrow. and what are you talking about? i love you so much, i mean i may not show it as much as you but you know me. and um i kinda talk to you while you’re asleep. im sorry”

nagi may not be the best with words but you tell he really means it. you know that he will never really understand you being insecure, and sometimes it gets to you. but hey a least he’s trying.

you feel a little bit of relief now, but still uneasy. until nagi gets on top of you, pouting.

“did you doubt my love for you?”

oh god he really is a big baby.

before you can answer he closes the space between you.

“well it doesn’t really matter if you do or not because you’re stuck with me the rest of your life. i love you y/n, baby, love of my life, my future wife.”

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prettyevermores · 8 months

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tenth doctor alphabet

Tenth Doctor x gn!Reader

a/n: more fanfic for my fave boy!!! please enjoy <3

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The Doctor would be very affectionate towards his s/o, me thinks so! He always wants to be near you and touching you!! (get your mind out the gutter)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Him as a best friend would be flipping amazing! I imagine lots of giggles and lots of sass

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

My boy is ALWAYS down to cuddle, ALWAYS. He loves to lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat <3 Brownie points if you rub his back or play with his hair

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The Doctor??? Settle Down??? I don’t think that would ever happen. He tries to cook for you but it doesn’t end up very good, but he would probably like to have a clean room but his stuff is always strewn across the floor

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would break his hearts to end it with you, if he did have to do it would probably be for a much more dangerous reason than he would like it to be for.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The Doctor would want to waste a single moment with you. He wants to cherish every time he sees you smile, every time he hears your laugh.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s the most gentle and sweetest soul towards you :)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

MY BOY LOVES TO HUG!!! I feel like he would give so many good hugs tbh, I want a hug from Doctor

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like I love you with The Doctor would be apart of his confession to you.

I imagine i love you would be like ‘Y/N, I’m so in love with you and I cant just pretend to just be your friend anymore’

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is very jealous when some hits on you or flirts with you. He’ll get really affectionate with you, like hand on the waist and a kiss on the cheek. Or the second option is that he’ll shove you behind his back, that’s if it’s your first time meeting Jack.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

HE IS SUCH A GOOD KISSER!! Like did you see him with Reinette?????!!!!! He’d love a good make out session me thinks. He’d love to kiss your lips and behind your ear going down your neck. Kissing the back of his neck really gets him going ;)))

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I feel like he would be really good around kids, like he would be telling them stories about his adventures. If your family has young kids, they would really look up to him.

IMAGINE HIM HOLDING A TINY BABY ASWELL THO?!?!?! I’m loosing my shit over that idea

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings will be very rushed in the Tardis, but there is always a stop for coffee and time for getting ready to go on an adventure

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights on the Tardis would be much more slow than the mornings. Like, having slow hot showers and then reading and cuddles with The Doctor before sleep

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Bro is not one to open up on first meeting someone (sorry Martha I love you queen) but I feel like over a certain period of time and A LOT of bonding he would open up and he does it all in one go. Like dawg just goes full swing.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He can get angry kinda easily but it has to be something that REALLY pisses him off to do so

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers every little detail about you..The music you like, the food you like to eat, how much you’re going hit a family member the next time you see them. The Doctor does not forget anything or any face

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I think his favourite memory of you two is when on an adventure he got taken down as you two were separated and you continued to take aliens and people alike out to make your way to him to save him

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Any time you have an adventure that is way more dangerous than other, he’ll keep you close to him. You are his number one priority 24/7

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Well you two kinda loose track of how long you’ve been together in the TARDIS but he always tries to make time so you two can have cute little evenings in together. As for gifts, I feel like he would pick up little souvenirs that remind him of you on your adventures.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a bad habit of getting into a power-crazy ego state and no one can seem to snap it out of him apart from you

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows that this regeneration is good looking and you know that he knows. He takes great pride in his hair and randomly has no extensive hair care routine to get it to look that good.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He doesn’t feel like himself without you :(

When you go back to your house to either visit family, pick up somethings or do basic human things, he insists that you take him with you!!!

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He. Is. A. BritPop Fan. (because he’s into his 70s punk stuff)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t be into a partner that is really selfish and doesn’t help people out on adventures.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Bro doesn’t sleep, like literally never. A 15 minute power nap is good enough to keep him going for two weeks, he’d rather do other things.

#tenth doctor #tenth doctor x you #tenth doctor x reader #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #tenth doctor imagine #val writes!⭐️

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deblklesb · 1 year

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[Angel of the small death — Sevika × Reader OneShot]

[ballet dancer reader, bodyguard Sevika, smut (MDNI)]

Summary: Being Silco's daughter it's not some simple thing, especially thinking about the necessity of being guarded at all times. When a conflict starts, Sevika, his best employee, becomes your main bodyguard. It turns out things escalate a little bit until you bout break the tension.

a/n: boy oh boy this is BIG and it took me more time than i expected. this was an anonymous request so i can't tag the person who did it, but i enjoyed writing this, thanks sm! I'm so sorry for the delay, I hope you enjoy it, anon! 💗✨

cw: some violence (a loose member), blood, smut (cunnilingus, masturbation, fingering)

not proof read | 5.2k words

[reblogs are highly appreciated!]

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Living is such a weird concept; that's all you can think about as you look through the songs on your playlists, laying on the bed. Nothing seemed to draw your attention, the assignment of your last class in mind created an urge to find the answers to your inspiration. It was a good thing, exactly what you needed now, and you couldn't let it slip through your fingers.

The plan was to show your teacher how capable you really were. Composition wasn't an easy thing, and even though you loved that subject the song was a major part to determine your next steps on that project. So you were searching restlessly, seeking for that high only an insight could provide, as fast as you could.

You had to interrupt your plans, though, when the screen of your phone showed an incoming call.

"Hi, dad", the other side of the line was weirdly messy, he usually tried to get a quiet place before calling you.

"You need to go to my office. I see you there in ten minutes"

"Is everything okay?" You sat on the bed. His tone wasn't usual either.

"I'll explain later. Now go."

When Silco tells you to go, you go.

The fact was that you didn't like your dad's work. All the illegal shit surrounded the places since you could remember, even if he tried hard to cover it in front of a kid. The whispers and smiles, usually opportunistics but also nervous, the feeling of being treated like a rare piece, the fear exhaling from people who knew what was happening but couldn't tell. You saw how everyone feared the slender, incisive man.

For quite some time you thought you should fear him too. But, for better or worse, he was a different person when he was with you. And as you grew old, he started to explain the situations and dynamics to you, teach you things, show what you could have. In your late twenty's now, you could use a gun and threaten people using an infinite amount of goons, but you definitely rather not.

Another thing he did was give you whatever you wanted. And some would say that wasn't a good thing, but it wasn't all that bad either. I mean, come on; he would let you go to the water park and in exchange you wouldn't miss behave, it was actually a very fair agreement. So he let you play with puppies when you were young, go out with your friends when you were a teenager and, most importantly, he'd encourage you to be a professional ballet dancer.

Thinking about his honesty and open conversations, you entered the crowded building right before David, your bodyguard, ignoring the loud music, usual from a never ending night at The Last Drop. Since that was a common scenario for you, stopping to look around and enjoy the mood wasn't necessary. Your father's tone on that call was enough to make you walk upstairs, directly towards his office at the end of the hallway.

Aside from what you feared, the scene in front of you was actually kinda unsettling. For sure he was a man that started to tell you stuff while you grew up, but a bloody finger on top of the table was new - it wasn’t attached to a body. Red stains on the wood were shining under the lights, contrasting too much with the green bathing the room due to the big glass window behind his desk. The finger had a cross tattooed on it and a golden ring, both now looking uncanny under the crimson that drew too much attention from you.

“You didn’t have a tattooed finger before”, was all you could say, almost out of breath.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

Your eyes wandered around; there was the only unfamiliar thing, and still was capable of making you feel uncomfortable. It was a surprise for yourself, the girl who beat a school colleague at seven years old because she called you a bitch. Silco tried very hard not to congratulate you too much that day, speaking politely with the principal but also making a point of not allowing that other girl to get an apology from you; she was cursing you, not the other way around - and it wasn’t just because some childish argument, the fact that you were from Zaun made you a target of mean looks and disdain all around Piltover while growing up. That girl had it coming (a broken nose) and you got a popsicle. So, yeah, blood wasn’t that out of your reality, but for some reason that detached finger made you change the weight from one leg to the other, breathing deeply.

“What happened?”

“Some idiot had the idea of snitching, we lost a guy who was in Rebecca's factory.” The well dressed man pointed to the bloody, sole body part. “This was her way of telling she found out about our plans”

“Point made, I guess”

“I just called you here so we could arrange things with David.” You frowned, looking over your shoulder to the serious, suited man behind. “I’m assigning someone else to guard you from now on. At least until this troublesome, unnecessary hostility ends”

“You’re trying to invade each other’s business, I’m pretty sure it’s not that unnecessary, dad”, the amount of discomfort was making you uneasy. That conflict was growing too much, a finger wouldn’t be the most alarming body part to appear around.

As much as your dad had had numerous conflicts around, the tension between Glasc Company and your father’s business took a turn when Rebecca decided to sell drugs herself. Losing territory, the one he fought too hard to get, was very unpleasant.

So, with quick heartbeats and perspiring palms, you watched as your father gave David some papers and instructions. The tall guy nodded, turning and offering you a smile - probably for the second or third time, which made it look very off-putting for him.

“It was very nice working for you. I never said a thing because it wasn’t part of the work”, it was more words than you’ve ever heard from him. His voice was different that you thought based on the monosyllabic answers he always gave. “but your book recommendations and songs were good. Thanks”

“Well, that’s more than I expected, I genuinely thought you hated me.” You chuckled. “It was nice having you around, David”

Then he left the room and you were left with your dad and that stupid finger, Silco seated on his couch and grabbed a cigar. “Aren’t you going to grab that finger? I thought it was rude to show it around for nothing”, you seated next to him.

Even though your father wasn’t hurt, the aspect of where that war could lead to made you think about very violent and scary endings. He was a good criminal, but still a man, a mortal one.

“I need someone else to see it” He crossed his legs as you got closer, laying the head on his shoulder before he pulled you closer on a sided embrace. “She’ll come soon. Until then, tell me how your classes are.”

He always did that, since you were a kid. Being on a college level didn’t make that much of a difference in his eyes, at least about that topic. He would listen to you talk about muscle pains and lame history classes, instrumental music, group dynamics and upcoming events. It was simple and chill, but it was his way of connecting with you in an area he didn’t know a lot about, aside from your yearly spectacles.

“This new assignment seems tiring, darling” He observed. “But, like they say, break a leg. You will be just fine”

Before you could make a joke about his use of theatrical sayings, the door swung open to reveal a tall, cloaked woman with short dark hair. The look on her face revealed dissatisfaction when she traveled it from the detached, bloody finger to you; the same you knew very well from everytime you both crossed paths. The same one you couldn’t forget for two days after receiving it.

She just stood there, silent, hands on the side of her built body, looking directly at you as if she was waiting for something - or someone. You could involuntarily lose yourself under the grayish orbs, as much as you hated this fact, but an insight struck you.

You backed off your father, turning to stare at him, not getting a single word in response. That must be a joke.

“You can’t be serious”, the tone in your voice was almost desperate. He couldn’t be doing this, right?

“That finger points otherwise”

・・・・・・・・・・

Telling David you thought he hated you was a silly comment to cool the mood. Saying that Sevika probably hated you was an understatement.

The first time you met she had just been hired and you both made a scene when she didn't believe you about being Silco's daughter. When your father introduced you officially, she just looked annoyed and bit back some unpleasant comment, knowing very well that it could cost her work.

Since then, you haven't spoken peacefully with each other. She always had a snarky comment about your classes and the way you behaved - which, to be fair, she wasn't kinda wrong; every year you realized how stupid you could've been the year before, maturity didn't come out of nowhere. Sevika herself got more mature too. She was probably five years older than you and with much more life experience, but she wasn't the holder of all knowledge and could be very judgemental too.

Putting you together wasn't a choice your father made for nothing. Sevika was his best employee. She fought better than anyone and would prioritize your safety at all costs, since it was her job now. That meant that if you wanted to go somewhere, Sevika had a saying on if you could go or not. If you wanted to visit a new place, it had to be checked before. If you wanted to stay up all night practicing in a studio you rented - because your apartment wasn't that big in order to not draw too much attention -, she had to be there and also get more people to guard the building.

And that's exactly what was happening right now.

A month since the finger incident, with Sevika being your bodyguard. She didn't look pleased. And you could say you weren't either… But that would be a massive lie.

Because you liked her looks in your direction when you were getting out of classes, and you liked the way she rolled her eyes at your bad jokes, the ones you did solely to annoy her - you were very mature but you also loved to annoy her. You liked to stand next to her on coffee shop lines, instead of being in front of her, and you liked to dress better just so she could give you a look from head to toes whenever you got out of your apartment in the mornings.

Honestly, who could judge you?

You didn't realize those things until a week later after this whole shit started, when you tried to get off one night and accidentally imagine her. It was a very embarrassing moment and you forced yourself to sleep as soon as you got back from that high, but the image didn't fade away. The image of her towering you and kissing you, pressing her body against yours in the most desperate way. You got off imagining kisses and intimacy with Sevika. Not necessarily pornographic scenarios, no; just the thought of her lips on yours and how she would react when feeling you on her fingers, her face and the words she could say, the heavy breaths. That turned you on. The feeling of being so close you could feel the heat and your heart beat faster.

You don't know what is the worst part: coming when imagining Sevika, or the fact that what got into your mind wasn't even that explicit. It was so simple, it made you pissed off about how she could affect you with so little.

But it was just a fantasy, a distant and unrealistic one. She didn't like you. Right?

Right.

That ideas were fucking you up bit by bit. At this point it was difficult to practice, head far gone, not in the slightest focusing on that amazing song you got to choose - La Danse Macabre was one of your favorite pieces and fit the theme well in your vision. So you needed to compose a four minute choreography and you have been practicing it for four weeks straight. You'd go from classes to the studio every day, staying up until late. Your feet hurt, your body was most definitely not that used to the extra effort, but it would be worth it. Not to brag, but it was kinda dope.

So there you were, looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to convey all the feelings you needed to: the sensuality of death, calling the viewer in the most subtle and dangerous way at first, but ending up being beautiful.

Your body gesture had to be on point with the postures and the weight of the moviments, it wasn't easy the fact that you would present it alone.

At some point, you didn't know when, you noticed Sevika on the corner next to the door. She was just there, quiet, looking at you.

Her presence threw you off. You slipped a little, losing timing and concentration. "Fuck", you hissed.

The song stopped when you reached your phone to pause it. Looking at the time, it had been three hours since you arrived. Your legs were sore and, honestly, the concentration was so little that just the image of that woman was enough to make you lose it. Tiredness and frustration got into you, making you sigh and turn to her. She didn't move an inch.

"What are you looking at?" That sounded more harsh than you wished.

"I thought you were a dancer. They usually are looked at, anyways", she didn't seem to diminish anything there, or to bother by your tone. That fucking look she had, the one that told you how you wouldn't get anything from her; it was nerve-wracking.

You thought you saw her eyes wandering through your body, but it probably was just some illusion.

"Yeah, I guess so", you shrugged, trying not to notice her posture or to imagine her torso under that cloak. And shirt. Numerous thoughts came back; no, illusions. Fantasies. Sevika holding you and her breath against your skin, would the feeling of her torso under your palms be so pleasant? Would her lips be so good on yours? Would the warmth give you butterflies? "Do you like what you see?"

The fact that you said "see" and not "saw" didn't click immediately; you weren't talking about the dance.

Sevika gulped. She gulped while analyzing your body on that collant and pantyhose, thinking about how your would skin feel under her touch. How she wanted to hear you calling her name and gasping, while she tried to make you feel so good like you never felt.

The looks weren't just your imagination. The way she noticed you dressing a little bit differently, that was real. And she'd spent the day trying to focus on her work and not laughing at your horrible jokes, or not feeling too good about you succeeding in your classes and beating all those snobs' pilties. She wanted to congratulate you about the choreography and say how she would follow you without question if you were death, because dying under your hypnotizing moves would be a blessing.

She wanted to say how you could do whatever you wanted to her.

So that question was so timely. The smirk on her full dark lips made you shiver, a feeling pooling on your stomach, anticipation. Gods help you, the need to kiss her was so fucking overwhelming now.

"I do, actually", Sevika said. "I like it very much. It's a gorgeous view"

It could be all. That moment could end and you'd never mention it again, leave it like water under the bridge. But, oh, you wanted to drown. You wanted to drink that water, savor it, until that thirst ended.

So you gave a step. And seeing her chest moving with a breath, you gave another. You walked towards her carefully, like she could escape any minute, and when you were finally close enough that pressure seemed to crush your chest, taking the air from your lungs.

In your life it wasn't that many times you'd sweat before kissing someone. And yet there you were, palms perspiring because Sevika wasn't moving.

"Show me how you like it, then", you said. "I'm a physical, practical learner, by the way"

She chuckled lightly, looking away and then to you again. That could literally cost her life or yours.

You could be the angel of her small death, and Sevika would die happily.

Throwing all the reasoning away, she finally touched you. She pulled you close and erased the space between your lips, poisoning herself in your taste and your tongue. Your mind flooded with stimuli: her lips and tongue, her shoulders under your hands, the weight of her touch on your hips, the imaginary scenes your mind created to make you ask yourself about what you both could do.

The small moan that escaped between the kiss made her hold you tighter, dominating that moment with her need. Her hair felt soft, intertwined with your fingers, and the muscles pressing yours made your head spin. It must be a gift from the goddesses.

It didn't matter the other guards outside of the room or the building, right now it was just you both.

"Show me how you like it", you whispered, untying her cloak to reveal her strong torso and shoulders covered by the dark shirt. "How you'd like to take me"

She groaned, kissing you again and pulling you by the thighs, forcing you to wrap the legs around her as she walked to sit on a simple couch there.

The feeling of her body under your touch was capable of numbing your thoughts, skin warm and scarred. Her kiss was so fucking intoxicating, consuming you from inside out while she grabbed your flesh.

When her lips traveled through your chin and jaw, going to your neck, you sighed and moved the hips on her lap. Your fingers got the elastic off her hair, letting the strands fall loose around her face as you pulled back to look at the woman. The dark grayish eyes and the full lips, beautiful nose, that jawline, some scars around; Sevika was so pretty it took your breath away.

"I don't think you want to spend all the time looking at me, princess", she murmured and her voice made all your body respond. The smirk added to her movements to lose your hair from the high bun; fuck, you were out of words. "What? Did the cat get your tongue?"

"I'll look at you a lot later", you finally said, fingers caressing her features as she analyzed you closely. "Now I really need you to handle me around"

Sevika's smug was something so intimate to you, something that, you swear, could make you go insane.

She pulled the straps of your leotard, eyes still glued to your reactions as the cool air reached your nipples, making you sigh. Without wasting any more time, Sevika held you by the waist with the prosthetic hand and used the other to play with one breast. A warm tongue tasted the other one, and she was so careful to let you feel every inch of that contact. You felt that throbbing between your legs more intensely the more she twisted the muscle, savoring, tasting. Her thumb and index finger played with the free nipple, shivers across your body making you breathe heavily with the sensations.

Your hands worked on feeling every muscle you could, hips moving because the sensations spreading from between your legs through your body were getting more and more prominent. Her tongue was soft, but your attention got divided by the cool prosthetic hand pulling the leotard. You didn’t want to separate from her, but you had too.

Sevika kept looking at your body as you pulled away, getting up between her strong legs. And she analyzed as you started to take off the clothes and the pointe shoes. Being under her sight like that was something else, you could feel your heart beating across your whole body, getting heated and desperate. Her demeanor, the laid back posture, spread legs and trenchant look got you wanting to get on your knees. And that’s what you did.

Throwing the fabric pieces away, you started to unbelt her pants and pull the zip down while squatting and kneeling. She’d stare at you, at your easy hands and light touches going especially fast to open the clothing. The contrast between this and the way you looked at her could make her go impatient, but she held back the instinct to do everything on her time when seeing the hunger growing in you.

“I thought you wanted me to handle you”, she smirked while raising the hips to take away the pants, after doing the same with her shoes. You helped, caressing the muscular thighs with admiration in your mind. Fuck, she was so beautiful.

“And I hope you do”, you kissed the right thigh, trailing up slowly until you reached her crotch. Under the shirt you saw her abdomen contracting in response and the chest expanding with her heavy breaths. “Never rode someone’s face?” You smirked, right hand touching the side of her body, up and down.

As you imagined, she then proceeded to lean in your direction while a hand grabbed you by the, now, loose hair. It wasn’t hard, but enough to make you throb and, for sure, get more wet. When she noticed your reaction was positive something shifted. Her pupils blown, and you could notice the mood changing by the glit in her eyes.

She got so close the tip of your noses bumped, silence crushing you while she made sure you wouldn’t falt back. And then, you could swear, Sevika got a bigger hunger in her. “Finish taking this shit off”, she said.

You needed a second as she laid back again. She arched an eyebrow as a cue for you to pull the boxers off, and as much as you tried you didn’t paid a single fuck to where that piece of fabric went. Not when Sevika drew you closer with a single ministration through your head, pulling you to her core as your heart beat faster.

She was wet and, fuck, she looked so appealing. Your mouth watered as you rested the hands on her bare thighs.

“Tongue out”, you obeyed.

Sevika finally pulled one last time and a satisfied, low sound got out of you, as you finally tasted her. And, oh, she was delicious.

Her hips started to move, the vision from that angle would never fade from your mind. She was enjoying this, dragging her core on your tongue, holding you there so you couldn’t leave, using you to her pleasure. And your mind was getting too crowded with that much information in the best way. Your pussy clenched when she moaned low, nipples somehow getting even harder to the point of hurting. Her taste was being scattered around your mouth and you wanted to be there for your whole life.

“Flat your tongue”, and you did, with a rush that made her smirk. Her abs would flex with her movements, so as her thighs.

Having Sevika riding your face was something so heavenly, so divine. You almost envied those girls in the brothel, who could get to do it so much, but then you'd remember that this woman was so worked up already because of you.

Her bud against your palate, the juices going on your lips and chin, the expressions due to the pleasure that came to bestow her, the loose hair falling on her face and the muscles contracting. The little wet sounds of your tongue against her core made the situation more erotic, and at some point you started to move the muscle that was in contact there. It drew a moan from Sevika, who was using the left arm to sustain her weight while she rubbed herself on you, seeking pleasure.

The more the seconds went by, the more Sevika loosened herself. She started to fault in her moves, twitching and spasming as her dark gray eyes ate the sight of you so eagerly tasting her. A small moan escaped, followed by a growl and her legs spreading more.

Your hands flew to her breasts under the shirt, palming the warm flesh, searching for her nipples as you hummed against her core. The vibrations pleased her.

The way you started to flick your tongue heavily got the tall woman groaning and pressing your head harder against herself. You saw the frown and the way her eyes rolled before closing, her body tensing, the shaky and sharp breaths as you felt her getting excessively wet.

"Fuck–!" She gasped, a smirk on her full, attractive lips. "So good, princess", her words were as smooth as the caresses the woman made on your hair, still spasming everytime your tongue drew on her swollen bud.

The flavor was divine; you thought as you palate went on her entrance. The fact that you could taste her forever made you hotter, eager, needier.

Sevika leaned and pulled you again, making you sulk a little at the distance from that heavenly position. But then she got you back on her lap, against her chest, legs open.

Even though no one else was there, you felt exposed. As if your secret were being revealed and, suddenly, the whole world could watch as your most recent forbidden fantasies played out.

The way she held you there, prosthetic hand under a knee as the other one traveled around your naked body, creating heat paths on your skin. Her lips distribute kisses along your neck and shoulder, taking sighs from you. And underneath all of it was an overwhelming heartbeat that got you panting at the sensation of her touch going south.

"Shit, you're dripping", she whispered, getting your attention. You turned to look at her, lips parted brushing on hers as her fingers went from your entrance to your already sensitive clit. "Got so worked up just from me riding your face?"

"Yes…"

Her digits, soaked, rubbed smoothly on your bud. You rested a hand on her hair, the other playing with your nipples as she tortuously stimulated your core.

"So good… Do you get that wet when you touch yourself thinking about me?"

You froze, eyes wandering around her face just to capture that smug. Despite that, Sevika didn't stop. She kept working on you, massaging your whole cunt, getting her own palm full of your moistures as you felt yourself throb. "I heard you one night. You didn't even notice you called my name, uh?"

Shit.

You actually did. With her on the other side of the door, you kinda expected that you had said it lower than it actually was, and that she hadn't listened to it that night. But it seems like life wouldn't let it pass.

"So now" Sevika kissed you, pecking on your lips as her fingers concentrated on your sensitive bud. "Let me hear you. Loud and clear"

Her ministrations were making you move your hips. Everything started to be too much, her breath against your skin, the cold of the prosthetic hand and the air. You wanted to give in entirely, wishing you were at home so she could rail you on your bed. She increased the speed, having your moans growing bit by bit.

It felt good. Too good. You kept messing with your own breasts, eyes rolling with your hips and her hand, feeling that high approaching.

"Getting all loosen up and relax for me, I might as well fuck you again tonight, princess", she hissed, taking a small smile for you as two of her fingers pressed and got inside of you.

You moaned more languidly as she moved with ease, in and out smoothly due to how wet you were. And it didn't take long until you felt that pull in your stomach, clenching around her digits and gasping, whining, a hand full of her hair as you moved without control.

The climax made you arch your back, her fingers came back to circle on your clit again as you trembled and murmured some incomprehensible words. Throbbing and spasming; that woman made you so full of desire it was ridiculous.

"Gorgeous", Sevika whispered, kissing your neck as you came down from your high, breathing deeply and feeling your body floating on her lap.

"That was some stupid shit", you chuckled, panting.

Her hands closed your legs and helped you turn a little so you could rest on her prosthetic arm and look better at her. Some sweat drops were on her forehead and the side of her neck, the dark skin glowing a bit.

"I learned a lot today, thanks", the woman laughed, accepting your touch on her face. "It was very delightful"

"I'm glad I could provide you some knowledge", her right hand rested on your thighs, thumb caressing your skin. "I hope on the future you can teach me how to make your fantasies come true"

At that, your core sent a shiver through your body, heat rising slightly. "Maybe someday I'll tell you"

Sevika nodded as you rested the head on her shoulder. She felt warm. Was it wrong to want her on your bed?

"I'll look forward to it"

・・・・・・・・・・

Your body was full of energy right now, the feeling of being on top of the world consuming you from inside out. It was almost possible to feel every molecule vibrating, twisting your guts.

"Call another guard", you murmured to Sevika discreetly while passing by her.

She followed you outside the building of Art classes, looking around as usual. The car was waiting, following the time established by orders.

The whole way to your apartment was silent. Your class came back to memory, the sensation of finally presenting the piece you've been planning for weeks now. The music took you away and, during those notes that reverberated on your flesh, no one was there. Just you and the music, working together. And it didn't feel real when your teacher congratulated you with a smile on her fine lips; she wasn't the type of teacher to smile that much. That meant a lot. It was huge actually.

But before telling anyone, you wanted to let all this energy flow to something else. To somebody else.

So you waited until a knock on your bedroom door, and you saw her getting inside carefully, confusion on her face as you asked her to sit by a corner.

Resting on your bed, heartbeat increasing, you moistened your lips. "Do you wanna know what else I fantasized about?"

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[dividers by @froopis]

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I wanna try and request hehe-

Lee!Todoroki and Ler!Sero pls

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Oo, a rarepair! And the opportunity to break out my "Sero is a rhythm king" headcanon! Anon, I've gotcha covered! Have a fabulous day/night yourself! :D

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Todoroki wasn’t much of a dancer. He didn’t really know how to move his body to music and was too spiteful of his old man to take the ballroom lessons seriously. Whenever he was invited to a dance he either hovered by the walls or just kinda..shuffled.

Sero on the other hand- he moved like silk. Every beat he landed, be it a fast song or something slow. Mina once said something about “Natural flow”, that it was “like he was made of water.”

Todoroki never witnessed a body of water move its hips the way Sero was doing now but he trusted Mina’s word for it.

Upbeat music blared through Sero’s speaker as the tape hero danced in the kitchen, washing dishes and dancing about. He sang along with the songs he knew, but spent most of the song just groovin, putting a spell on Todoroki who came for tea and ended up leaning against the doorway to watch. Something about the sight made him want to join in- to take Sero by the waist and match his rhythm.

Of course he’d absolutely butcher the whole thing, so he stayed put.

Sero suddenly turned, eyes flashing as they met Todoroki’s. The half-and-half hero straightened, flushing some at being caught. “Oh I was just-”

And just like that- Sero’s hands grabbed him, pulling him forward and into the center of the kitchen. “Dance with me!” He grinned, smiling like the sun.

“I-er…don’t know how.” Todoroki confessed, cheeks warming in shame at Sero’s shocked expression. “Sorry.”

“No, no! It’s okay.” Sero reached out, grabbing his phone. After a few skips, he settled on a song that fell between the faster songs he was dancing to and a slower one. “I’ll teach you!”

“Huh-?” Todoroki yelped as he was suddenly pulled forward, pressed against his boyfriend’s chest as a hand found his lower back, supporting him. The other slipped into his hand, squeezing it gently as Sero smiled at him. “I might step on your toes.”

“It’s worth it.” This close, he could see the dark brown in Sero’s eyes, framed by far too pretty lashes. “You can step on my feet a hundred times if you need to.”

“Wow, my hero.” Todoroki laughed, feeling his heart skip. He willed himself to relax, pushing away all the things he was suddenly hyper aware about. “Um…so how do we start?”

“Follow my lead.” Sero grinned before shifting his weight, leading them around the kitchen in a slow pace. During this time, he gave soft spoken instructions to Todoroki, where to put his feet and how to shift his body so it matched with Sero. If he hurt from any accidental toe stomps, he didn’t say, carrying on with the patience of a saint.

Todoroki on the other hand felt himself getting frustrated. He felt like a puppet on strings, too stiff to melt in Sero’s hold but too loose to actually sync up. Everytime he stepped on his toes he winced in guilt, further stiffening his posture until eventually he stepped away, shaking his head. “I’m sorry- this isn’t working.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Sero asked, a hint of concern touching his voice. The half-and-half hero felt his heart crack.

“No, you’re perfect- I just…I can’t dance, Sero.” He slumped, shaking his head. “I’m too stiff for this kind of thing. Sorry.”

“Hm.” Sero rocked on his heels in thought, rubbing his chin. “I think you’re right. You’re far too stiff.” He smiled then, something new touching his eyes. “We just gotta help you loosen up.” Shimmying his shoulders he sashayed over to Todoroki, doing a little dance around him. “Get those bones moving!”

“I don’t know how-” Todoroki began, but any argument in his voice was zapped away when Sero’s fingers jabbed his ribs from behind. “Ah!”

“Sure you do! Just gotta let loose!” Sero teased from behind, poking and prodding along his boyfriend’s sides as he circled him. “Shake out your shoulders, wiggle a bit; that’ll give the music room to get in there.”

“Shehehehero! Thihihihis ihihihisn’t hehehehelping!” Todoroki wheezed, squirming in place as he tried helplessly to bat away the hands tickling and jabbing at him. “Yohohohoohu’re tihiihihihckling mehehehehehehe!”

“Hm? What? Nah, I’m just poking holes into you so the music can get in.” Sero stopped before him, easily grabbing Todoroki’s waist and kneading the spot along his hips. “It’s all in these bad boys. You gotta learn to move them if you wanna dance good!”

“AH! AHehahahahahhaa, Shehehehehhero dohohoohoohn’t!” Todoroki yelped with a cackle, doubling over as he tried grabbing Sero’s hands. The brunette simply closed the distance, one hand still squeezing his hip and waist while the other came up to his hand, trapping one as he began swinging them around the kitchen once more. “Stahahhahahaap! I’m lohohoohohoohoohohoosened!”

“Hmm, are you sure about that?” Sero teased, humming to the new song that came on as he gave Todoroki’s ribs one last tickle, slowly easing him into their original dancing position as the other gasped for air. “Well, you certainly feel looser. Can you stand?”

“Ehehe…hehehehe…yhehahahah…” Todoroki straightened some, regaining his footing but keeping his knees bent as Sero instructed. “Thiihis…thihihihs isn’t so bad…”

“See? I knew you had it in you.” Sero winked before twirling the other boy, breaking out some new moves that left his boyfriend in a soft fit of giggles as he dipped him back. “Can I have this dance?”

“We’re already dancing though!” Just as he said this, the music changed. Something soft and sweet and all too familiar began to play through the speakers. “But I suppose one more song wouldn’t hurt.”

Sero smiled, warm like the sun. They carried on waltzing in the kitchen, the tape hero singing along with the lyrics in a hushed voice as Todoroki leaned into his shoulder, truly entranced.

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#mha/bnha #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #sero hanta #todoroki shouto #seroroki #rarepair #dancing #we're groovin tonight #*cricket twerks*

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cahrlotah · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞

The ending is kinda rushed ngl but I just wanted to post it anyway. No prove reading. I'm so sorry this is all over the place.

This is also dedicated to @eddiesdungeon as she helped me come up with this idea, love u girl <3

IF YOU ARE A MINOR DNI! This is +18 content

Trigger warnings: bad/shitty angst, dry humping, fucking on the d&d table, fucking on his throne, vaginal penetration, hair pulling, fingering, nicknames, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it kiddos), he cums inside but reader is on the pill

word count: 1.7K

It all started as a casual flirting between the town's freak and the head cheerleader. It hurt, Eddie being the only boy I always wanted, but I couldn’t do anything, he has already chosen who he likes.

We are all sitting in the cafeteria, discussing the plans for this afternoon, the first meeting of Hellfire after winter break. We are all super excited as Eddie has been telling us something exciting is coming.

“By the way guys” he starts, I cough “ and m’lady.” I smile at him. “ Chrissy is joining us tonight”. He says, all the boys look at each other, while my smile fades away.

“Oh and how did you get her to come?” Dustin tries to, but fails, to make the situation a little less awkward. Then they start a conversation about how she wants to see how we all play and how it works. I start to feel my stomach tighten, as if someone was literally squishing it.

“ Guys I'm going to go, I don't feel so good. See you all at five!” I say, getting up and leaving the cafeteria chaos. All the hours after that I spent them ignoring the Hellfire boys, especially Eddie, which was difficult as we were in the same classes. The last bell rings, students leaving fast to their homes, others going to band practice or to their club meetings. The case is that in less than ten minutes the halls are deserted, the echoing of Eddies and Chrissy steps resonating through the halls.

“Dustin! I don’t think I can do it” I whisper and he looks at me. “ I would rather make out with Jason Carver than to see them together. I really can’t”

“ I know it is tough but I really need you to come, the rest of the boys need you to come. If Eddie doesn’t realize what he is loosing, fuck him!” We both laugh, the other boys join in, I look around and I make eye contact with the infamous metalhead.

“Let’s start this quest, shall we?” he opens the door with that dramatism that really characterizes Eddie. We all take our respective seats Eddie and I on each end, next to me on my right Dustin and Mike, next to him Gareth and Chrissy , between Mike and Gareth, Mason and in between Dustin and Chrissy, Jake. Before we start playing Eddie explains some basics to Chrissy. We all switch to game mode, and Eddie starts narrating. Intense stares between him and I as “Vecna” has taken an interest in my character.

“I say we play until death” I say looking at the boys around me. “Until death!” they all scream. The afternoon hours pass, Chrissy has already left because she had to go to cheer practice. As the boys slowly leave, Eddie asks me to stay behind, he says something about the quest, I nod .

Dustin and Mike are the last ones to leave, the metal door shutting behind them, leaving Eddie and I alone.

“Is this about the-” i start

“What’s wrong with you (Y/N)?” he questions “since lunch time you have been ignoring me, and I don’t know what I did for you to act this way towards me. Is it because of Chrissy?” he seems genuinely hurt.

“Eddie I don’t think it’s time for us to talk about this” I say walking away.

“ There is nothing wrong with not being the only girl-” I stop and turn around, my face filled with anger

“Are you fucking kidding me Munson?!” I walk angrily towards him, he backs up.

“Then tell me what it is? I don’t read minds (Y/N)” he says.

“I’m not in the mood for this tonight, and I’m sure you have to go pick Chrissy up from practice, do whatever you guys do” I sit on a chair, trying to calm myself.

“What are you ever talking ab-” he stops, realizing something. “ Do you think Chrissy and I are something?”he starts to laugh. Thi pisses me off even more so I get up to leave “ Hey hey don’t go okay” he grabs my wrist

“It is not fucking funny shithead” I punch his chest. “ Do you know how hard it has been seeing you flirt with her? I literally wanted to disappear. And then you act all clueless plus calling me all those nicknames you call me, how am i supposed not to fall for you?” tears falling down my cheeks. He doesn’t say anything, he just stands there looking at me, not knowing what to do, not reacting, nothing. “Alright got it” I can’t even make four steps when he speaks.

“ Nothing happened between Chrissy and I, she just bought some weed from me and just clicked, but as friends. She has been secretly dating Jason Carver. She is the one to buy weed for the basketball team and we just became close that’s all. I fucking promise!” his hands wiping the tears from my face as.

“ Eddie, if this is some kind of joke it is not funny. I have seen how you look at her”

“(Y/N), how can you say this?” he is hurt, i can see it on his face. “ The only person I could look at this afternoon was you, I didn’t even notice when Chrissy left because I was too focused looking at how pretty the light was hitting on yours face, I was focused on how cute you look every time you are focused, so don’t come to me with all that bullshit because it is just not tru-'' I cut him off by pressing our lips together. His hands cupped my face. “You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” His lips attack mine but this time feels different, more lustful, his hands traveling all the way to my hips pressing them to his. I let out a small moan as we kiss as I can feel something hard between his legs.

“Fuck (Y/N), if you do that one more time I don’t think I will be responsible for what happens next” he says with a grin on his face. I smile while jumping on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hands rapidly grabbing my ass.

“ You can do anything to me Eddie Munson” I whisper into his ear, slowly biting his lobe. He groans, sitting on his throne with me still wrapped around his waist. Now the bulge on his pants can’t be hidden. I start to slowly move my hips back and forward.

“You are going to be the death of me sweetheart” he throws all his papers from the table, so he can lay me down. He takes off my t-shirt and his, his tattoos looking hotter than ever. Our stares connect again, it feels like no one else in this world exists except him and I. His hands go to his belt undoing it, he throws it away and his pants fall to his ankles. I try to help it but my eyes go between his legs, I quickly move my head to the side, my face heating up, too embarrassed to even look at him. His left hand moves my face, “So cute” then he leans towards me, my back on the table and the boy of my dreams on top of me, kissing me. His mouth moves and lands on my neck, the contrast of his warm lips against my cold neck makes me let out a small quiet moan that only he can hear. His hands make their way to my pants, slowly unbutton it and takes them off. Now all of my body is exposed to him, it feels weird but he makes me feel safe so the nervousness goes away in no second. He observes every small detail of my body from above me, then he stops where my panties start. “ I think we should get rid of this underwear, don’t you think sunshine?” his voice has lowered a few tones and the only thing my body is able to do is to nod. While he pulls my panties down, I do the tricky part which is the bra, in a couple of movements it’s out. I don’t know how he has done it but his underwear is also.

His fingers play along my thigh, going upwards, he is kissing me all over my torso while his fingers tease to enter me. When he finally does, I let out a gasp as the cold metal from his rings make contact with my sensitive area. He starts moving them, slowly increasing the pace while his mouth is on my tits biting, leaving hickies all over them. The room is absolutely quiet, only my moans can be heard. At this point I don’t mind anyone coming in, seeing me looking like a mess for Eddie. He slowly pulls his fingers out of me, putting them in his mouth. Something in that makes him look like a greek god fallen from Olympus just for me.

He turns me around, one of his hands on my waist, his thumb pressing harder letting me know that I have to bend over, he enters me slowly his free hand on one of my ass cheeks grabbing it hard, that is going to leave a mark , a loud moan comes out me and even louder ones follows and he intensifies his hip thrusts.

The hand that is on my waist is now on my hair pulling my head back.

“So fucking perfect sweetheart.”he says. He stops and pulls out. “ Come here” he demands as he sits on his throne. I slowly make my way towards him, his hands patting his lap, I sit in a way he can put his dick into me again, we both moan his hands guiding the movements my hips make, he is in control and he knows it. He increases the speed both of our hips go.

“Fuck Eddie I think I’m going to come” but he doesn’t stop, he just keeps rocking his hips to mine as hard as he can. We both finish at the same time.

“This is your throne now, princess,”he smiles as we cuddle together for a few minutes.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things #joseph quinn #i am an eddie munson simp and im proud #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x female reader #this is all over the place im sorry #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x y/n

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years

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a heart like yours part 8: the confessions

Masterlist

Summary: You tell Loki you know he's the one that woke you

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: mild angst; implied smut (which means minors & pearl clutchers dni) [let me know if i missed anything!]

"Are you going to actually knock, Y/N, or am I going to have to do it for you and run away like we're teenagers dealing with our first crush?" Wanda teased as you stood in front of the door to Loki's apartment. She and Natasha practically dragged you to the Russian spy's closet from the spa insisting that if you were going to finally have a conversation with the raven-haired god about how you felt for one another, you were going to look your version of "devastating infuriating panty-dropping levels of attractive".

That was how you ended up standing there in a black wrap dress with gold detailing and five-inch heels that would still have him towering over you, what with how short you were, and how impossibly tall he was. As for the emerald green satin and lace lingerie underneath? In Wanda's words, "in case you get to the really happy ending".

"Give me a second, dammit. If I get any more nervous my palms are gonna sweat," you hissed at your friend.

You took a steadying breath and whispered to yourself, "Three seconds of bravery, that's all you need." And then you have to face what ever follows, no matter how chicken shit you are. So that was exactly what you gave yourself. Three seconds of mustered up courage to knock on the door.

The second your fingers touched the door, Wanda disappeared in a puff of red smoke, leaving you to face whatever followed all on your own.

As the door opened to reveal the sight of Loki in a black henley and green sweatpants, you resisted the urge to turn around and run away as fast as these cursed heels could take you and abort mission.

"Hi," you managed to breathe out. A tender smile graced his face as he looked into your eyes, making you catch your breath, still in overwhelming disbelief of what was revealed to you just hours ago.

"Y/N," he crooned your name. Dammit when he says my name like that I just wanna kiss him. Wait, can I just do that? Forget the talk and skip to the good part? You mentally slapped yourself. Focus.

You held up his cape in your arms, neatly but loosely folded so that you wouldn't risk creasing it anywhere. "Came to return your cape. Thank you. It was--comforting, waking up to something kinda…familiar." He took the garment from you, his hands grazing yours as he did so, and you could almost taste the tension between you two. Three more seconds, Y/N, you can do this. "Can we talk?"

"Of course, darling." He stepped aside and opened the door wider. "Come in."

You situated yourself at the edge of a chaise lounge in the middle of the room, watching as he hung the cape back in his closet before turning to face you, and you could almost see the beginning of tears in his eyes as he looked at you. "I apologize, dear Y/N. Earlier today I'd been trying to cope with the idea of a world where you no longer walked upon it, and seeing you here before me now…elates me so."

Your words failed you, unable to think of anything coherent to reply with except: "I know you woke me."

It was like you were sucker punched with the look of shock and terror that colored his face. And then your heart caught in your throat once again as he said his next words. "I'm sorry." Before you could respond, he strode over to you and crouched until you were eye level. A moment passed before undeniable despair entered his eyes and he sank even further, to his knees, looking up at you.

"Why are you apologizing?" you croaked. "You did nothing wrong." You placed your hands on his shoulders, your heart aching as you saw the visible relief in him the moment you did so, as if he was so comforted by your touch. "But Loki…why did you lie to me? Why did you tell me you didn't know who--?"

"Because it was me," he answered in a rush. "Because it could not be the man you were with. Rogers was a fool to have you and not love you. And I heard you. Outside the cottage. You told the Sin Healer that your heart belonged to someone who was also a fool if he dares think that you are unworthy of his attentions. His affections. I apologize for I am neither one of them and yet I woke you. Of all the people fortunate enough to be loved by you, and yet they were so foolish to not return it.

"But Y/N how could I not love you? You are brilliant, beautiful, and kind. And whenever I gaze upon you, you greet me with a smile that I would gladly move the realms for if only to see it again. I understand if these affections of mine are unreturned and if you wish to cease our semblance of a friendship--"

You couldn't take it anymore. You cut off his words and pressed your lips to his, stifling a chuckle at the sound of his startled gasp. And then he began to move his lips against yours, taking control of your kiss, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you down onto his lap.

"You're an idiot," you murmured against his lips. "It's you. I'm in love with you." You pressed another kiss to his lips. "My heart…it's yours. It always has been."

He weaved his hand through your hair and pulled away from you, making you look at him, not even bothering to hide the bewilderment in his eyes. "You believed yourself unworthy of my love?" You nodded your answer, making his eyes darken ever so slightly at you, before he pulled you even closer to him, pressing your bodies together as he kissed you once more, and standing up from his current kneeling position.

The sudden motion made you reactively wrap your legs around him, causing you both to moan into each other's mouths. When you pulled away for air, his lips latched on to your neck, pressing kisses wherever he could as he lowered you both on to the bed, with you straddling his hips.

"Oh my darling Y/N, how I've longed for this," he groaned against your skin. You could feel his hand moving to undo the tie on your dress with slow, deliberate movements, taking his time. "I'd dreamt of the day I could finally have you in my arms, in my bed. The day I could call you mine, our bodies pressed together as we chase each other's pleasure. You laid out before me as I made love to you." You shuddered, both at his words and at his kisses moving to your ear.

"I look forward to doing exactly that tomorrow night, my love."

Wait. What? You pulled away slightly to look at him with the confusion swimming in your eyes. You decided to voice your confusion as well. "What's wrong with tonight?"

Your breathing hitched as a seductive smirk graced his exquisite features. "Tonight I believe I have another task. I must prove you wrong. Dispel your beliefs that you do not deserve my attention." He undid the ties of your dress and shrugged it off your shoulders, licking his lips as he caught sight of your garments underneath. "My affection." He pressed a kiss at the base of your throat. "My devotion." Then he pressed another kiss above your heart. "My love."

A series of broken whimpers escaped your lips as you felt his kisses moving up to your mouth again. "Tonight I am for your pleasure, my precious mortal." And then he flipped you over, your back landing on the bed with a soft thud. "Tonight you will learn what it's like to be worshipped." He pressed a kiss to your now bare stomach, before crawling his way up to your lips once more. "By the god that loves you."

"What the fuck was that?" Natasha hissed in shock as she heard a muffled cry from the hall, her confusion growing as Wanda started simply chuckling in response. "Something you wanna share with the class, Wanda?"

"Loki forgot to close his door all the way again." She led the way to the door in question and pointed out the slight crack left open. She slowly took hold of the knob and quietly shut it all the way, but not before another muffled scream of his name came out of the door, making your friends' eyes widen.

"That's--?"

"That's our girl," Wanda finished with a playful smile. "Getting her really happy ending. I'll fortify his enchantment. They need all the privacy they can get." As she cast a spell around his room, another muffled moan came through. "Goddamn, the lungs on this woman."

As she finished the spell and began to walk away, the two women caught sight of little Morgan skipping over to them. "Hi Auntie Nat. Auntie Wanda. Have you seen Auntie Y/N? I wanna watch Tangled with her."

Wanda picked up the little girl, steering her away from the door of the apartment you were currently moaning and screaming your lungs out in, and answered, "I'm afraid Auntie Y/N's spending some time with Loki." She let out a chuckle before adding, "Being his princess."

That led Natasha to slightly tap her upside the head.

"Does that mean Auntie Y/N got her happily ever after?" Morgan asked the two with a little yawn.

Natasha glared at the sorceress, silently telling her to behave, but the chuckles she was stifling already told her that that wasn't happening, so she answered instead. "Yeah, baby. She finally did."

A/N: And here we reach the end of the story. But…there are 2 outtakes coming: one with the Stark party that Strange mentioned in part 4, and another one with the breakfast in part 7. And if I ever get an idea for an epilogue…that might happen

And here's a bonus gif for the ones who read until the end

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#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #loki laufeyson fanfic #muddyorbs writes

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acethatlovesdinos · 5 months

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I made a post way early in my blog about how certain fe3h characters would be better if they weren't so dedicated to a single other person or ideal.

for example; Seteth and Flayn are wonderful people, with unique personalities and a well-developed design and backstory.

At several points in the story, regardless of route, you can even see Seteth question some of Rhea's actions and decisions....and it left me longing for a story in which I could fight alongside the Empire but maintain a bond with my beloved saints. (I'm sorry I really just don't like the archbishop leave me be lmao). Plus she kinda loses her mind during CF too, and I'm positive they'd catch on and be concerned.

Anyway so this story is gonna take place at some point along Crimson Flower, and Reader is meant to be the former professor of the Black Eagles. Whether it's Byleth or a self-insert, that's for you to decide, anyway enough rambling let's goooo

1.6k words, angst galore

first person SetethxReader(Byleth?) Alois also makes an appearance

warnings: Literal warzone in the beginning. Reader is shot (with arrows). not sure if it counts as a warning but I used the term "saints" and "goddess" in the context where we usually would say "god" since it seemed fitting lol

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I sent off the last messenger hawk, watching it fly over the horizon and out of sight.

Communication and negotiations have gone surprisingly well so far, and the Church has agreed to meet up and talk. Edelgard and I agreed that talking it out would be a good first step to avoid more bloodshed, but just in case they had other plans, we would be bringing an army with us.

The day we set for negotiating finally arrived, and we rode up to Magdred in droves. Seemed they had the same idea, as an entire army stood behind Seteth, sat nobly on his wyvern's back.

I stepped off my horse, leaving my sword with it. The only movement in the field was between the high priest and myself, slowly walking toward one another. It was eerily silent, the wind whistling through the trees hushing every other sound.

We finally met in the center of the field, and I parted my lips to speak. "Seteth. I-"

I froze, my ears perking up just in time to pick up an all-too-familiar sound. I knew what it was, but I couldn't react fast enough.

SHNK.

All at once, before I could even move, three arrows found their place deep within my chest.

My heart pounded in my ears. I stared at Seteth, shock, fear, and betrayal rampant in my expression. I was unarmed. I was there to talk. Why did they...? But his eyes seemed to share the same feelings. It...didn't make sense.

Everything was silent, all sides too taken aback to even realize what happened.

My stance swayed, I staggered for a second, then I fell, the metal pieces of my armor clanking as they met the dirt.

Hell broke loose once my head hit the ground. I heard roars from both sides as each army advanced, enveloping the field in violent noise that had been silent mere moments ago.

Someone grabbed me. I...I couldn't tell who. My eyes wouldn't focus, my body felt cold. I was pulled into a protected embrace, and a distant voice echoed in my ears as the warmth of rushed, desperate healing spells washed over me.

"Y/N! Y/N, listen to me! Keep your eyes open! I need you to stay awake, please! Hold on!"

Saints above, everything ached when my eyes opened again. My pained groan alerted the guardian at my side, Alois, who looked like he hadn't slept in days. A shaken gasp made way for a relieved sigh and a tired smile, and I could tell it took a lot of internal force for him not to hug me.

A proper look around made me realize I was in the infirmary back at Garreg Mach, and three bloodied patches of bandage stretched across my torso. Ouch. Manuela knelt by a different cot, no doubt tending to another casualty from the fight.

"I...I don't remember much. I walked up to talk, and I heard the arrows...then...?"

Alois sighed. "Yeah. We had to retreat afterward, but so did they. We're...still trying to figure things out." As if he sensed the rising panic in my mind, he immediately followed, "your class is fine. Edelgard took the lead after you fell." I nodded, relief overtaking the stabbing pain in my chest. They weren't my students anymore, but I still call them 'my kids' now and again. He smiled weakly. "...just like you to be worried about your allies despite your own injuries."

I chuckled, but the moment was brief, and I clutched my chest. The rumble of laughter just shot the pain through me. With a sigh and a stretch, I pulled myself to sit up, getting a better look at the room. As expected, there wasn't a single empty cot in the room, and my heart ached for the wounded. My eyes scanned the room then froze as my gaze set on a guest, sitting in a chair near the door. His emerald eyes locked with mine, and a sneer pulled at my lips. His name fell from my mouth like acid, as if I spat a curse between the syllables.

"Seteth."

He almost flinched at my voice, looking away with so many emotions behind his eyes. Alois put a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Ease up, kid... he's the reason you're still breathing..." I paused. The...reason? No, that couldn't be right. "...he shielded your body with his own back, Y/N. Didn't dare leave your side til the battle ended, and after the fact, he carried you here himself."

So the arms I felt before I passed out...the relief of my injuries on the field...that was...him? I scoffed. "That can't be right..."

I looked back at the holy man, who had stood up and begun to approach. Now that I got a better look at him, he was completely different than how he once held himself. Tired circles lined his eyes, and his usually perfectly styled hair lay askew. His gilded headband was gone, and after a moment's realization, so too were his priestly robes, replaced by one of Hanneman's suits. Unable to help myself, I grinned. "Oh Saints, you look terrible. You a hostage now or something? Did we capture you?" I knew it was petty and childish, but Goddess, it felt good to get back at him in some way. Watching his cheeks redden at the comment made it even better.

He sighed, familiar frustration returning to his tone. "Y/N, the answer to this predicament is simple, you need only to listen." He took a breath, crossing his arms. "I have elected to resign from my position as Rhea's right hand."

...What?

He took a deep breath. "After careful consideration, I determined it would be safer for Flayn and me to make some...adjustments." he sighed. "If you truly are the goddess incarnate as Rhea said, then I have not yet abandoned my faith, but even if you are not, then I will not stray. I...I fear Rhea has...lost herself, in her efforts to overcome this. She is not who she once was, and I feel strongly that she no longer possesses the same values she once held."

I could only laugh, if only at the irony of the situation. "You've suddenly switched sides, and ever so conveniently now that we've got the upper hand. Siding with the victors, I see....can't say I blame you."

He frowned. "Beyond that, the battle that unfolded those days ago was the last time I was going to tolerate her going behind my back." At my confusion, he continued. "I questioned the archers after the fight, specifically the three who fired at you. I had given them explicit instruction not to make a move unless the Empire struck first. We had arranged that meeting out of mutual trust, and I had full intent of respecting that."

That made me frown more. "So then, why did they-?"

He sighed. "Rhea apparently pulled them aside before we left. She told them that you would be conniving and that you would attack me when my guard was down. She told them that once you were in range, they were to fire. Those directions were not known to me until I had practically interrogated them after the battle."

He shook his head. "My negligence caused you grave injury, and I felt...fully responsible for that. At this point I can only beg your forgiveness."

I was quiet for a long while, trying to process his words. "...You and I have stood as enemies for the last five years. Why weren't you just grateful for my downfall?"

"....because...we didn't...I..." he paused, trying to find the words. "I never wanted to be your enemy. But...I was blinded by my obedience to the Archbishop, and my dedication to Seiros. I never wanted this to happen. Flayn has been more at risk in these last five years than she ever was in years past, and the sooner we can conclude this war, the better it will be for us.

I sighed. Of course it was about her. Its always her when it comes to his concerns.

"But...more than that..."

I paused. There's more?

"I am well aware that there are no excuses...but I'd like to explain why I acted how I did." He sighed. "I've seen you fight for years now, watching you lead hundreds of battles to victory. Each and every time, you looked...ethereal, almost divine....untouchable. Somehow, in your incredible strength, your elegant visage, it left my mind that you could get hurt." He frowned. "I'm sure it sounds ridiculous now, but...that was it. And...the moment I saw the arrows pierce your flesh, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared. The realization, that...you could get hurt...that...that you could...die? I just...I don't know. I couldn't....I didn't want to face the possibility of a world without you in it."

He took a deep breath.

"Y/N. That scare made me realize something I should have seen long ago...and that I wish I could have pursued at a better time. But...the truth is...it is that I love you, Y/N."

I sat silent, shocked at every word as I stared up at the fallen priest. What? After everything that unfolded, after all that happened...so much going on...this is what he has to say? I didn't even know where to begin.

My face shifted, void of any feelings, any possible thought. A cold scowl hid my confusion and frustration.

"Get out."

He paused, opening his mouth to speak, but I held up a hand to interject.

"This...really isn't a good time for something like this. Please...just go."

Seteth stared at me, so many thoughts behind his now glossy eyes, so many words under a bitten tongue, but he nodded wordlessly and excused himself from the infirmary. Alois gently put a hand on my arm, but I brushed him away and laid back down. "Not now...please." i let out a shaky breath that I didn't realize I had been holding, and hugged myself as I tried to still my racing mind and heart.

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Aaaaaaaa that went so much longer than I expected but I hope you guys liked it! Let me know if a part 2 interests anyone! Aaaaa i love writing :]

#angst my beloved #setleth #seteth x reader #seteth x byleth #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #three houses #saint cichol #black eagles #crimson flower #silver snow #fanfic

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lluzionz · 1 year

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hii can i request diluc finding out reader is anorexic feel free to ignore :)

Hello there dear anon. I really really hope that you just came up with the idea and not are anorexic yourself or someone you know. If that's the case, I am really sorry you had to go through something like this (or if is someone you know) but remember, you body is amazing no matter the size it is. Just like you. I love you so much you amazing, beautiful person <3

"Body size"

Diluc x gn!reader

Tw: anorexia, comfort

A/n: Apologes to the person who sent this request, it literaly took so long and it's kinda all over the place..

"You are fat" Was the three words that your refflection screamed at you every time you looked at yourself in the mirror. "You are fat, stop eating." The voice in your mind scolded you everytime you tried to eat anything and you listened, you stopped eating.

At first it wasn't that bad, just eating a little less than usual, avoiding sweets and fast food but as the time past by the amont of food you ate was less and less until it was nothing. "I'm hungry but I don't want to eat anything because I'll get fat again." You reminded yourself whenever your mind drifted off to dreamland, or rather, the food you used to enjoy a while back. "I have to change and that's final." That thought kept you going even when your felt like passing out from starving yourself.

"Aren't you going to eat your food?" Diluc's voice brought you back to reality as you turned your head to look at him. "I'm not really hungry." You replied as you gently pushed your plate from in front of you. "Besides, I'm on a diet. I need to loose some weight." You continued as Diluc put his spoon down and looked at you, taking your hand in his. "Y/N, I've noticed that lately you had been loosing a great amount of weight." He started and you felt your breath caughting on your throat as the words left his mouth. "I'm not asking you to tell me why do you want to loose weight. All I want you to do is to remember to not overdo it and to take good care of yourself and to me, you are perfect just the way you are."

A faint smile rested on his lips as he rested his hand on your cheek, giving it a little stroke with his thumb. You smiled back at him, feeling your heart breaking into pieces as his words settled in. Not overdo it? Take good care of yourself and to him you were perfect? Was he serious or he was just lying to make you feel better? You had no idea and this made you feel ever worse. What if he was with you only because he felt bad for you? What if he didn't actually liked you? All of this overthinking made you feel even worse so you removed his hand from your face and got up from your seat. "Are you ok my love?" He asked as he watched you walking away. "I'm just tired and I want to get some sleep." You tried to smile but nothing came out.

With slow, unsteady steps, you walked towards your shared bedroom and an layed down on the bed. You didn't even had the strength to chanfe your clothes. Your body was pretty weak and extremely skinny to the point were your bones had started showing. It was that bad. You didn't even let Diluc touch you let alone hug you anymore and you felt horrible about it but there was nothing you could do about it. You just couldn't let him see the things you were doing to yourself. "He would be so disappointed in me." Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you cried yourself to sleep.

Time passed by and things were only getting worse and worse. Diluc tried so many times to ask you what was bothering you but you never gave him a clear answer. "Oh I'm just tired" or "I didn't sleep well last night" or "I'm just not in the mood" was some of the excuses you used to cover up the damage you were doing to yourself, both mentally but mostly psychically. You were anorexic, even tho you had no idea that you were doing it because everytime you looked at yourself in the mirror, a fat ugly refflection of yourself stared back at you from the the other side of the mirror. It was awful but there was nothing you could do about it rather than keep going until you change, you become pretty.

"Y/N please, eat your food." Diluc begged you but your answer was the same. "I already ate." It was a lie, obviously, but you needed to lie to him in order to get him off your back. "I know you're lying..." He said in a low, almost like a whisper voice but you were still able to hear it. "I'm not lying." You stoop up abruptly from your seat which caused you to feel extremely dizzy and stumble back. "What's wrong?" He asked you as he managed to grab you before you could hit the hard ground. "Nothing, I'm j-just feeling dizzy all of a sudden..." Your voice trailed off as your eyes closed slowly, the last thing you remembered seeing was Diluc hovering over you, calling out your name, trying to wake you up.

Your eyes opened slowly and you looked around you, trying to undrestand where were you. You were in an unfamiliar room, machines were biping around you as you tried to get up from the bed you were laying to. "Relax Y/N. Don't move." Diluc's soft voice echoid throught the unfamiliar room as you turned to look at him. "W-where am I?" You asked as he took your hand in his, camling you down a bit. "You're in the hospital, you fainted in my arms." He said and flashes of last nights events rushed back to your mind. "I remember now but, why am I here?" You asked but Diluc didn't reply to you immidiately. He firstly took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before talking again. "As I held your fainted body in my arms, l realised that you had lost a great amont of weight, to the point were your bones are showing. I got extremely worried and rushed you to the hospital, where I found out that you are suffering from anorexia..." His voice caught on his throat as he tried to hide the lump on his throat.

You stayed silent. Your mind was completely empty. You knew you were harming yourself by not eating anything for a while now but you never realised how much damage you were actually doing and you ended up having anorexia. "I have anorexia..." Tears started falling from your eyes as you repeated the words over and over again, trying to accept reality but you couldn't. It was too hard. "I just want to ask you ome thing, why?" Diluc gathered your attention back to him as you wiped your tears away and turned to fully face him ansd then the truth came out. "I'm fat and so ugly and I wanted to change myself in order to become pretty." You said without taking a breath, just letting all your thoughts and feelings out as Diluc just sat there, listening to you talking.

When you were finally done comfessing to him all the lies you told him ever since this whole mess started. "Y/N, you know this isn't true. You are neither fat or ugly. You are just an amazing, beautiful person who sadly lacks the confidence and has low self esteem." His words hit you like a tone of bricks but he was absolutely right. Your low self esteem and lack of confidence had brought you to this, laying on a hospital bed and hocked up in machines, trying to correct your mistakes. "I'm sorry Diluc. I'm so sorry for being anorexic, lying to you and having you worrying about me." You tried to hold back your tears but it was impossible as they ran down your cheeks once again. "No no Y/N don't apologise to me. I'm the one who needs an apology but yourself is." He was quivk to correct you. "You tortured yourself for so long, trying to change and become "prettier" as you put it, only to end up in a hospital. Why? You are a beautiful person Y/N, inside and out without even trying but you sadly can't see that, your true beauty." He said, making you cry harder.

"You only see yourself as what you think it is and not for what it truly is and this makes me so sad because you can't see what I'm seeing, that beautiful person I fell in love with and will continue to love for the rest of my life." He said as he slowly got up from his seanmt and walked up to you, gently wrapping his arms around your skinny body hugging you close to him as you cried. "It's okay Y/N. Everything will be alright. I am here for you." He said as his hand run circles on your back in an attempt to comfort you. It worked as you slowly stopped crying and raised your head up to look at your lover. He looked down at you and smiled, bringing his hand up to wipe your tear stained cheeks. "I will be here for you and we will get through this together. Your pain and sadness are mine too so let me help you recover and be happy because, I can't afford to loose you. I love you so much and I can't imagine living in a world without you." Uppon hearing his words, smile made it's way across your lips as you hugged him as tightly as you could, using that small amount of strength that was left in your body. "I love you too Diluc."

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glowingbadger · 2 months

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idk if this will be too specific so feel free to mix and match as you like, but 2, 16, 37, and 38 for Axel?

AXEL MY SPECIAL MAN I love him so much, always thrilled to write for him lol. And y'know, I've had this concept in mind with him for a super long while that, after he gets his heart back, he might have a hard time fully dealing with how intense his feelings for Reader-chan are, and how different it makes the sexual side of things feel for him, so I'm gonna roll with that for this and apologies in advance if it gets a bit longer than some of the other kink prompt drabbles~~

(Side note I wasn't sure who you wanted on the giving/receiving end of any of this so... I guessed lmao. Also because this was a lot of kinks for one piece, I played a little fast and loose with them and some are represented more than others. I was just kinda winging it idk)

Anyway man I spent too much time struggling to find any time to write lately so like if I have to come back to this in a week to fix word repetition and type-os then... so fuckin be it I guess lol

Axel (Kingdom Hearts) x GN! Reader

Kink prompts list #2 - body worship, #16 - praise, #37 - massage, #38 - size difference

NSFW 18+

Axel kisses you differently these days. Like the moment he feels your lips on his, he's struck by something powerful and compelling. Like he can't quite control himself. With his heart returned to him at last, you've quickly discovered the novel and enthralling sensation of it pounding rapidly beneath your hands when they come to rest on his chest. But then- just as he has every time since your reunion -he stops. The warmth of Axel's touch leaves you, and he pulls away even as your hands subconsciously remain clenched around his black t-shirt. You blink your eyes back into focus. He glows in the early evening light where the two of you have settled on a large blanket along the shores of the Destiny Islands. The stunning turquoise of his eyes still seems to sparkle like the sea itself, even as he glances away from you and sighs.

"S- Sorry," he mutters, his head hanging, "We should, uh, probably get back to the others, yeah?"

Your brow furrows, and you pause to watch him at first. It's impossible to tell in the bleeding reds and oranges of the coming sunset, but it almost seems as though his face is flushed pink. You wonder- have you ever seen Axel blush before? It doesn't seem like him. But then, he hasn't had his heart for very long.

Just as he starts to pull away from you, you find your voice,

"Axel- wait," you gently tug him back towards you on the blanket, and he follows so that he's made to face you, "Is... is everything alright?"

"Huh? 'Course everything's..." he trails off as he meets your eye. His expression falls, and you can tell he sees the pained concern on your face. He sighs.

"Sorry, I uh... Ugh," he runs a hand through his hair, exasperated, "Don't look at me like that, c'mon. I'll spill, okay? It's just," his posture deflates, "it's pretty lame."

You shift closer to him, straightening the scrunched up blanket as you do so you can pretend you don't notice the way his body tenses beside you.

"You've just... been worrying me a bit lately, that's all. About how you're doing and, well, about us."

"Woah, woah, hey now!" Axel frantically takes your hand in his, holding it almost painfully tight near his chest, "Don't go thinking like that! Don't ever think that! It's my fault- I'm... not used to actually feeling all of this."

You front a bit, then your brows raise as you gradually begin to understand. As you process, he elaborates,

"Before, when I 'felt' things, it was more like remembering, or thinking about feeling. Like... when someone tells you something really sad, and you feel bummed about it, but you weren't really there, right? It wasn't your sad thing that happened."

You get the feeling that, for him, this is a frustratingly inadequate metaphor. Still, you understand well enough, so you nod.

"I got used to that," he says, his eyes low before raising them to gaze at you with a sincerity that makes your chest ache, "But now, it's different- I feel everything. I feel it so much- an-and, being around you, it... drives me absolutely nuts. My heart," he releases your hand and places his at his chest, "It just goes wild when I touch you, sometimes it's like it's about to go up in flames."

You look at him warmly, leaning close.

"Well, if anyone could handle that, it'd be you."

He gives a short laugh through his nose, and his gaze softens.

"Guess so. Anyway," he sighs, "it's super lame, so... I didn't wanna bother you with this. But I kinda blew it, huh."

"It's not lame, Axel," you say with a grin, "Honestly I probably should have thought of that before now- I'm sorry I didn't. It must be really overwhelming to be feeling so many things for the first time in so many years. You were just a kid when you lost your heart."

"Guess that's fair..." his body finally relaxes a bit, but after a pause, he adds, "Still, I feel like a jerk though. It's not that I don't wanna be near you, or... touch you and all of that," there's a heat in his expression as he speaks, raising a hand to tentatively graze his fingers down your jawline, "Man, I really, really do."

"Then... maybe you just need to ease back into it?" you lean into the feeling of his hand at your cheek, offering what you hope is a reassuring smile. He looks at you, confused but intrigued, and you say,

"Like, maybe you could just, you know, practice touching me. Take it slow, don't rush, and, well... touch me as much as you want."

The crimson of his face rivals his hair, and his voice scratches just slightly in his throat,

"Wha- like, like a massage?" he gives a short laugh, "I mean, I'll try, but I've never-"

"Sure, like a massage," you smile, and immediately begin undressing to only the bathing suite you'd thrown on beneath your clothes. He's seen your body before, back in his Nobody days- many times, and every inch. Now, you see his chest slowly rise and fall as he breathes deeply, watching you with something like awe in those bright teal eyes. A part of you dearly wishes you could fully understand how it feels for him. How world-shaking it would be to live without true emotions of your own, to somehow come close to love in that state, and then to one day regain those feelings and be confronted with the full intensity of it all. You wonder if he'll ever fully adjust; he lived without a heart for a decade, after all. But, at least for now, he seems very interested in that massage idea.

You lay across the blanket on your stomach and glance expectantly back at him over your shoulder. This seems to shake him back into the present moment, and he positions himself above you. Your body warms at the reminder of how much taller he is than you- the way that, in the past, he'd been able to manhandle you, touch any part of you, overwhelm you while you gasped his name. You shake the thought from your mind for the time being- he needs you to take this slow. For now, anyway.

Axel's hands come to rest tentatively at your shoulder muscles, and you smile at the familiar warmth of his touch. He's always been warm, though you suppose that only makes sense. Very gently- almost too gently- he begins to rub your shoulders up to the muscles at the base of your neck. You close your eyes and exhale, smiling while your heart flutters at the chance to finally feel this, feel him. Gradually, he works down to your shoulder blades, and you let out a groaning sigh as he works out a knot you hadn't noticed prior.

"Mmm, that's nice..." you murmur. You feel Axel's body tense behind you. "You doing alright?"

"Yeah," he says, too quickly.

Before long, those strong hands reach a firmer and more consistent pressure, and he seems ever slightly more sure of himself. You allow yourself a few happy sighs and groans to encourage him, commenting now and then when something feels especially nice. He takes his time, and you're patient, reminding yourself that, for as much as you burn and ache for more, he needs to be the one to guide your pace. Yet by the time his hands run down your back, tracing your waist and reaching your hips, you can't help the cat-like way you squirm beneath him. He's closer to you now, and you can feel his heat behind you. For a moment, you think you feel something else, too- something hard and warm at the swell of your ass.

"Damn, Y/N..." he mutters as he runs those hands back up your body, thumbs applying a wonderful pressure close to your spine, "You're gonna make me lose it with those noises..."

"Mmh, but it feels so good, Axel," you luxuriate on your words, mercilessly prodding at his lust. Perhaps it's cruel to tease him this way; already, you can feel the harsher grip of his hands, and you're certain you hear something like him biting back a groan of his own. With a playful look back at him, you arch your body and say,

"I missed this, you know. Having you on top of me."

"You little..." his words trail off, but his hands wander lower, briefly groping at your ass in a way that reminds you of how he'd grabbed and spanked you in the past.

"Sorry, sorry," you say with a small laugh, "Is this too much?"

"No," he grips your thighs and runs his hands upward until he's cupping your ass in both hands, spreading it beneath the fragile barrier of your swimsuit, "Now that I'm past that first barrier... it's nowhere near enough. Maybe that's what I was really nervous about this whole time."

At first, you only hum pleasantly as he fondles your body, your pulse racing with the thrill of his hands meticulously tracing your every contour. When you finally think to speak, you ask,

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." you feel Axel's thumb play along the edge of your swimsuit, just barely sneaking below the clingy fabric, "I mean that I'm so crazy into you that right now I can't think of anything but how badly I wanna show you exactly how my heart and body both feel about you. And once I start..." his body presses to yours, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, "I don't know how I'm ever gonna stop."

For a moment, you're mindless and breathless. The heat of him around you is intoxicating, warming you through to your core even as the sun begins to dip beneath the glassy ocean behind you. Axel props himself over you with one arm on the blanket beside you, while his free hand holds at your hip, tugging you against him so you can feel the pressure of his hard and throbbing cock against your ass.

"Please," you whimper, "Axel, I've missed you so much."

Without a word, he tugs your swimsuit out of the way and opens the front of his jeans. The head of his member presses to your needy, clenching little hole, then forcefully begins to spread you open around him as he thrusts forward. His impassioned groan is swallowed up by your gasping cry of his name, but for a moment, he simply remains sheathed in you. You'd nearly forgotten how big he is, and he seemed eager to remind you, but even so, you can tell he hasn't entered you to the base just yet.

"Sorry... for makin' you wait so long..." he grunts against your ear.

"Wo... worth it..." you barely manage to reply. The pain and pleasure of him stretching you around his iron-hard cock is mind-numbing. You feel the tingling sensation across your skin all the way to your fingertips. Then, just as you'd begun to get accustomed to his size, his hips begin to sway. Despite his desperation for you, he's gentle, carefully and gradually pumping into you at a pace that allows you to adjust as he fills you just a little deeper with each pass. Axel has always been so much more gentle than he wants anyone to know, but you adore the harsher things about him, too. When you feel the tinge of discomfort of his cockhead bottoming out inside of you, your ass finally meeting his lower abdomen, you sigh his name aloud in absolute bliss.

"How's... that heart of yours doing?" you half-sigh.

He's pressed against you, holding you with an incredible loving tenderness while his massive cock sends mind-breaking tremors through your core.

"On fire," he says, the pace of his thrusts picking up, his breath hot and ragged at the back of your throat, "I like it."

#axel #kingdom hearts #axel kingdom hearts #lea kingdom hearts #axel/lea #axel kh #lea kh #axel x reader #kingdom hearts x reader #kingdom hearts smut #not sfw #kink prompt #kingdom hearts fic #x reader

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fullfledgedemo · 9 months

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Chapter 1 / Part 3

Pairing: Rafe cameron x OC / JJ maybank x OC / JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drugs, typical obx stuff; (remind me if I forget something)

Summary: Skyla is JJ's older sister. Growing up together they were inseparable. A short while after going to school she met her best friend Kayla. She would convince Kay to join her and the pogues. But Skyla would be strongly invested to make her dream of going to art school come true, that she didn't notice her best friend totally falling for her brother. On the road to her dream she accidentally crosses paths with the Kook prince himself. Maybe he's not that bad after all?

Word count: 2K

AN: I needed to split this one up so there is one last part coming out soon! ~

(next day ~ rise and shine)

As I got back home that night, JJ was knocked out in his bed. So I went straight to my room, trying to get some sleep myself.

I was glad our father wasn’t around or he might yell at us for any reason. It didn’t take me too long to fall asleep. Most of all it was from the weed yesterday.

But as I woke up I soon remembered what had happened. Me chilling out with Rafe Cameron at the pier. Ok it wasn’t directly chilling out, he just came up to me and asked for papers.

Still it was a pretty great night after all. Rubbing my head, I tried to wrap my head around it and giggled.

Getting slapped back into reality I heard my brother making a smoothie in the kitchen. Now I was nervous, how should I tell him that I may be hooking up with the enemy ,as he likes to call them.

I sat up a little too fast, making my head spin a little. Better not to tell him right now. I think about something.

Grabbing some fresh clothes from my drawer, I got changed and walked to the kitchen.

JJ was pouring some green smoothie into a glass. “Morning”, I softly greeted him. He looked up from his smoothie and smiled at me “Morning sunshine”.

Pondering how I should start the conversation I just asked “Hangover smoothie?”. “Damn right, you want some?”, he cooed and looked for an extra glass.

“Gladly”, I snickered and leaned on the counter. He poured me a glass and we silently went out to sit on the front porch.

Taking a sip from my smoothie I looked a little disgusted. “Oh god, I forgot how bad this tasted”, I said, shaking my whole body because of the weird taste.

“Well it isn’t supposed to taste good, it just helps with the headache and stuff”, JJ laughed as he watched me pinch my nose while I drank.

As we sat there a few minutes in silence the urge to talk about the fight yesterday came over me. “I’m sorry..”

”I didn’t mean to..”, we said simultaneously, making us laugh at each other.

I gestured for him to go on as I took another sip.

“Sky look, I’m sorry it just made me so mad..not that you forgot but that you chose a stuck up party with some Kooks over us”, he explained, looking to the ground and I saw a little frown on his face.

I sighed, putting down my smoothie, “It was never my intention to upset you, I just said yes to Nina because I really didn’t think about it”.

“I know, just..next time it would be kinda nice if you think of us first”, he said smiling at me.

“Of course, I know that I can be forgetful, but I hope you can forgive your dumb sis”, I nudged his shoulder and gave him a shy smile.

Laughing he embraced me in a tight hug “Of course dummy”. “After all I did a lot stupid stuff too and you still haven’t thrown me down a cliff”, he added laughing and his statement made me laugh too.

Grinning, I softly said “We dummy’s need to stick together”. JJ put his hands up to his mouth shouting “Attention kildare island the maybanks are loose again!”. Frantically laughing I cheered in and gave a warning howl.

After an hour of just chilling with my brother I asked “You know what the others are up to today?”.

He pinched a straw of grass in between his fingers and looked up. “I’ll give them a call”, he said, taking out his phone.

While JJ was dialling John B’s number I wondered if they still were mad, because I would totally understand that.

As John B. was picking up, JJ would ask him what he was doing right now. “Alright, I'll talk to the girls, see ya later”, my brother said and ended the call.

Looking at him I wished for a positive answer. “He’s out with Pope right now, but they join us later at the chateau and we should call the girls”, he answered my pondering look.

I sighed “Alright, I'll talk to them”. I took out my phone and nervously bit my lip. Staring a few minutes onto my screen, I decided that I would rather text them.

Twenty minutes later I got a text from Kayla that she would come over in an hour, and Kie answered that she would join us at a similar time like the boys.

As my brother and I sat at the chateau waiting, Kayla was first to arrive. She parked her car near the big willow tree.

Most times you didn’t notice that Kayla was born a Kook, because her parents chose a more modest way of life. Before she moved to the cut in 9th grade, she and her parents would live on the mainland and had a pretty big house.

As she was put in our class, I knew from the start I wanted to be friends with her. Maybe the way she talked, or the fact that we liked the same music proved to me that my decision was the right one.

After all, I introduced her to the pogues and she fit totally in our strange pack.

As she made her way over to us, I smiled and waved at her. But before she could reach the porch where we were sitting JJ stood up and shouted “Kayla Lynn Prinston, I need to talk to you”, he explained in a serious manner.

Kayla looked at him caught off guard “What?..What did I do?”she asked, confused.

“Nothing Ma’m, we just need to ask you a couple of questions”, JJ said, making a dramatic pause.

“Did it come to your attention that the Maybanks are loose again?”, he continued, looking at her whilst throwing an arm around her shoulders.

She broke out in laughter and shook her head. “You’re such a goofball, I really thought you were serious”, she said chuckling, pinching his cheek.

I laughed with them, looking at my brother who made an ‘ouch’ face.

Kayla sat down next to me on the porch. “Uhm I’m getting myself a drink, you want something too?”, JJ glanced at Kayla, nervously ruffling his hair. “Yeah, a coke please”, she smiled at him.

My brother disappeared into the kitchen and for a few seconds it was silent between the two of us. Looking at each other I just blurted out “I’m sorry I wasn’t there yesterday”.

Kay sighed, but soon put on a smile. “It’s okay, did you at least have a good time?”she asked, nudging my shoulder.

I considered telling her about the whole Rafe Cameron situation but as I was about to say something I heard my brother coming out of the house again.

“Yeah, I…it wasn’t too bad”, I quickly added, looking away to hide my embarrassed face.

Kay took her drink from JJ, thanking him. She now gave me a questioning grin “Not too bad?”.

Shit she already knows something is up. I should’ve said it was boring and nothing happened the whole night. Now my brother also looked at me, taking a sip from his own drink.

I nervously rubbed my hands on my pants “Well you know, Nina kept talking to fancy people and I just knocked myself out on cocktails”, I explained, laughing to ease my anxiety a little.

“Sounds like my sis”, JJ cheered. That was close, I thought. I didn’t want to blow things up right now with my brother, nor with my friends. Not knowing how they would react, with me going to another Kook party.

This time it was the real deal also, because it was the Camerons estate. To change the topic, I asked them about what they had been up to yesterday.

“You know, the typical shenanigans”, Kayla explained, grinning at JJ.

“Hey I didn’t know you were standing there, I apologised”, JJ said, raising his hands in defence.

Kay laughed and turned to me “He poured a cup of beer over my head because he was drunk as fuck”.

My brother scratched his neck and looked extremely embarrassed.

As we chatted the others would arrive at the chateau. As everyone was now here, we would chat and goof around until it got dark and we decided to put out some candles. The boys wanted to make a little bonfire so they were gathering wood.

I went into the kitchen to make us some popcorn. Joining the girls again outside Kiara asked me “Hey Sky? How’s the whole art school thingy going for you?” grabbing some popcorn out of the bowl I put down.

“Well I still need a bit more money for the first semester but it should work with the scholarship, I also sent the application out a few days ago”, I nervously smiled.

The University I wanted to attend was located on the mainland, that meant I would be pretty far away from my friends and JJ. I really didn’t want to leave my brother alone with my father but this was my only chance of getting somewhere better.

“I’m sure they will accept you”, Kiara smiled at me assuring. Looking up at the night sky I wished for the best. Maybe my dream will come true eventually.

(day after - skyla’s workplace)

Today was pretty normal at work. Some tourists floated in making me run back and forth with dishes, but other than that the next hours were chill.

As I was about to take out the trash I got a text message. Throwing the nasty bag of leftover food into the container I wiped my hands off and looked around for anyone to see me.

Taking out a cigarette I lit it up and made some puffs. Looking at my phone I investigated the text I got. Glancing at the name of the person who had sent it I jumped a little.

Rafe texted me.

I opened the message and bit back a grin. “Hey Blondie, excited for the party?” he wrote. Texting him back I wrote “Yo Cameron boy, Name’s Sky if you forgot, but yeah I am~”

Chuckling I exhaled some smoke. Teasing him a little would be kind of fun.

I didn’t take long for him to respond “I know but Blondie sounds kinda cute ;) Looking forward to seeing you there” I blushed madly at his text.

I don’t know why he gets me all the time, normally I’m not that easy to fluster. “Skyla, are you outside?”I heard my manager shouting.

I hastily put out my cigarette and made my way back in. I hoped that the party would be good, but honestly I wasn't excited about it. I was excited for some certain young man.

(night of the party)

It was evening as I texted my brother that I would be staying over at Nina’s place.

I asked her the day before if she could be my backup. “To be your partner in crime? Hell yes!” she answered me.

I didn't tell her exactly where I was going, only that it was a party I didn't want my brother to know of. Packing some clothes for changing at Nina’s, I felt a little guilty for not being open with everyone.

But it was for the better, I told myself. There would be just a lot of drama about it and I didn't want to deal with it right now.

“See ya tomorrow”, I said to my brother, who was sitting outside. “Have fun Skizzle”, he waved at me and smiled.

I looked at my phone to check the time only to hear Nina arriving with her car. As I hopped into the passenger seat she smiled at me. “Hey gurl, you're bumped? “, she asked while hugging me.

I grinned buckling up my seat belt. “Kind. of, but actually actually a little nervous”, I told her.

She looked at me curiously “It's a guy, am I right?”.

“Sshhh not too loud, and maybe”, I whispered, grabbing her hand to get her to quiet down a little. She chuckled and drove us to her house.

@madelynie @runningfrom2am

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snowyvoid · 3 months

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ohhh my god your benrey design slaps. can i hear more about the mandibles and antennae? if there's any more to share, that is. are they always there? or is it more of a comfort thing to keep? what sort of colouration does your benrey have? -- voidvoice

thank you so much!!!

ok so. around around 2022/2023 i first gave him antenna because i was watching the hlage streams and saw some of the weird alien plants that looked vaguely like antennae and went "lol what if benry had that" and went crazy from there. as i said before his mandibles originated from me wanting to incorporate some headcrabish features into him, but the eventually developed into more insect looking over time. the whole insect/invertebrate look i gave benry factors into the idea i have for his complete transformation kinda look. though i do think his TRUE true from would be something like what you see when you stand up too fast, i cant really draw that. ill add a few drawings from early 2023 i did of his buggish true form at the end of this. anyway. i think the closest looking real life creature that fits his mandibles are mantis shrimp, or maybe praying mantis'. his antennae change a lot in my drawings, but they mostly look like bipectinate antennae in moths and butterflies. yes he absaloutely has a heightend sense of smell because of these, and it fucks him up all the time. he cannot work in food related places because of this.

i think he has them out as much as he possibly can, and he thoroughly preffers to look as alien as he possibly can at all times. he can put away the mandibles if absaloutely necessary, but the antennae cant go away. they are however the most permanent parts of his general appearance when he shapeshifts, for example if he where to shapeshift into a dog, that dog would have antennae. or something.

in my personal idea of postcanon, he keeps all his weird powers and stuff, but if he were to loose them, the mandibles and antennae would go along with them. he would be extremely upset about this. so i guess, in a sense, yes they are absaloutely a comfort thing for him. hes kinda werewolf adjacent to me? like, werewolves always seem to have one or two random canine-like features while in their human forms, for example sharp teeth or claws, and for benry this is his insect stuff. the werewolf idea doesnt really work though because he can change whenever he wants, and he wasnt infected by the alien stuff.

the colouration for his antennae and mandibles changes to his sweetvoice, but default to a gradient blue-greenish look. i have no idea about the rest of his features, but i tend to default to blue-green tones for everything about him. i think this is based on his text colour??? maybe. i like the idea of his skin being human coloured though, adds to a sort of uncanny valley he would emit. hes a shapeshifter but there is always something slightly offputting about what he turns into. if that makes sense.

i hope this explains what you wanted to know!!! sorry if this doesnt make much sense, im not that great at putting thoughts in my head into actual word, lol. but ive been having these headcanons for so long so it feels good to get them out.

here is a little collage sort of thing of all the drawings ive made related to benry in his "true" form. these span from early 2022 to now. some have gordon as a kind if size comparison, but benry changes size a lot so they dont really. work. but whatever. also the gordon design in these is old, not my current idea of him. enjoy!!!!!!!

there is a lot more to explain about my ideas around him that would take much longer than this, and a lot i havent quite figured out yet too.

thanks for reading!!

#hlvrai #ask #a lot of this is very vague. im A Bit Shit at worldbuilding but i sure know how to work a metaphor for queerness.#my benry has severe just some guy disorder. sorry. the universe decided to curse him with major mary sue-ness #eldritch god n all that #yeah thay guy that works at 7-11? he could split the world in half in a millisecond. its whatever.#thats as far as my benry ideas span really. that weird dude is a god or something.#ranting

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skelly-words · 8 months

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JJK characters at the smoke sesh

SFW

I was smoking so I thought of this, just some little headcanons.

It's kind of reader insert because 'you' being there is implied, but not romantic, or just ignore it if that's not your thing.

also, I'm new to posting my writing on tumblr, so let me know if I'm doing anything wrong and what I should be writing, anyway... HCs

Gojo

Do NOT give him aux, not that his music taste is bad, but he'd purposefully play some wacky bs (think Minecraft remixes and bad SoundCloud rap) just to piss off everyone else.

He gets the giggles when he's high, everything is funny and he's crying a little from how much he laughs.

Gojo's tolerance is so low that he's only in the rotation for the first couple of bowls. (guys I can't roll, but we get creative with the DIY bongs.)

He brings snacks, but they're all sweet and he eats most of them.

Talks the whole group into playing dumb party games (truth or dare, would you rather, 20 questions). And he's fully invested too. Nobody else actually cares and he's standing there scolding you, "no it's important. If you had to pick one of us to go, who would it be, me or Nanami?" Cries when everyone picks him.

Geto

Here's the better music option. I can't say exactly what he'd play because it's different every time. He has a playlist for every mood.

Brings the savory snacks, most of them are spicy. I think he'd also pull up with a tupperware of leftovers too, but just for him. There's never enough for everybody, but maybe you could talk him into giving you a few bites.

He'd start doing random conventional tasks so incredibly wrong. Geto would be baked, and just stand up to start doing laundry. As long as you keep him away from the kitchen, he's fine.

The English language no longer exists. He just makes up words that sound similar to the intended definition. Mixes these in with his long-winded monologues about life or when he's trying to convince you to let him use the stove.

He's a lighter stealer, don't let it out of your sight or it'll disappear. He'll help you look for it too, until someone just offers theirs (which will also be stolen).

Nanami

Quiet. He's just in his own head.

The only one man enough to text the plug (even if he sounds like a fucking cop, he does his best).

Does not condone underage smoking, these are his loose college years. So if you're under 21 (sorry broski) gtfo.

He zones out a lot, just staring at the floor.

Swears up and down that he's not high when he's been counting the floorboards for the past twenty minutes.

You also have to keep him out of the kitchen because Nanami doesn't want cheetos, he needs REAL food. But if you let him cook before he smokes, the munchies are immaculate.

The only time you'll see his hair messy. It's like the hair gel gives up after the first hit.

Shoko

She starts eating the snacks before you've even packed the first bowl. Also stashes her favorites for later before anyone else can get to them.

Funks up the function with her cigarettes too. Everyone groans when she pulls her pack out.

Highest tolerance of the group, or maybe she just keeps it together the best even when she's tripping.

And she never passes that shit either (it's okay 'cause she's pretty). Whoever's next to her is getting straight ash.

Utahime

She's only there when Shoko is so she can have a Satoru buffer.

She'll get all soft and sappy though, complimenting random features and attributes of whoever's shoulder she's leaning on.

Honestly, really nice to be around.

She also likes sweets as munchies, but it kinda works out because she and Gojo only get along when they're stoned.

Gets bullied into getting fast food when the snacks run out.

Mei Mei

She only smokes girl blunts, rolls them herself, and doesn't share.

Probably doesn't even come most of the time.

She doesn't talk to anyone until she's hungry, and then all of a sudden gets friendly as she sneaks a hand into the pretzel bag you're holding.

#jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #shoko ieiri #utahime iori #skel procrastinates

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makibeni · 1 year

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Ch. 2 -A Parting Gift

A few steps from the door Kobeni let out a sigh, one of relief although it almost seemed like she was holding her breath.

"You alright Kobeni?"

"Y-yeah..."

She wanted to say more, but the words wouldn't come out. She felt anxious and a little afraid, no, intimidated by Makima. Why was she staring at her like that? It's like she was sizing her up or something, was she in trouble? Why else would they get called up to her office, it's not like that report had anything in it worth reading. No, it was them, she wanted to see them, right? But she totally ignored Hirokazu, it's like she didn't even register his presence, she was just staring directly at Kobeni the entire time, and it made Kobeni's heart race. A second longer and she might have...

Hirokazu's hand waved in front of Kobeni's face snapping her back to reality.

"You sure you're alright? You seem kinda shook up, something you wanna talk about?"

"N-NO! I mean... I'm fine, really, t-thank you, I think I'm just going to go home"

"Eh!?"

She darted to the side and bolted for the stairs before Hirokazu could even form a thought, running like her life was on the line.

She leaned her back against the wall outside, catching her breath. She wasn't exactly good at social interaction at the best of times but it had been a while since she just up and ran away from someone mid conversation. If her family wasn't expecting her to send money she would have strongly considered quitting on the spot to avoid having to explain herself to her coworkers the next day, although that somehow wasn't the worst of it. Just what was that scene in miss Makima's office? Why was she staring at her like that? Did her eyes ever move off her? She was too anxious to make eye contact so she wasn't quite sure. What did it mean? Was she mad at her for something? Was her job on the line? Was this all a test? If she gets fired it'll look even worse than if she quits, where's she going to find a job then? She's probably going to end up working at some run down fast food chain putting in overtime just to pay rent, and her family's definitely going to disown her and then, and then, and the....

"boo"

Makima stood next to her with head tilted looking at her.

"GWAAAA!??"

"sorry I startled you, you just looked like you needed it"

"M-m-mm-m-mi-m-miss Ma-ah-a-m-m-Makima!??"

"I heard some commotion outside my office, then saw you outside and figured I'd come check on you"

"I w-was jus... I m-mean I... I... I. . ."

She tried to force words out, any words. She felt like someone had just thrown a time bomb and a pair of pliers into her lap. She could feel herself loosing control of her body, her knees were trembling, her hands were shaking, she felt like she was about to start crying.

Makima wrapped her hands around Kobeni's waist and gently rested her head on her shoulder, every panicked thought in Kobeni's mind was dashed away in an instant, completely overtaken by this new sensation, so overwhelming her brain didn't know how to begin processing it.

Makima released her grip and took a step back, then looked into Kobeni's eyes. She was more sure of it now, of herself and of her own feelings, it would be all too easy for her to dominate her, turn her into another one of her dogs, but as she stared into Kobeni's eyes something stopped her. She didn't want another dog, she wanted something different, something she couldn't just dominate a person for, something only this woman could give her, and only of her own free will... But it's not something she was able to give her just yet.

"I need to get back to work, see you tomorrow Kobeni"

She left her with a parting smile and headed back inside, as Kobeni's knees finally gave out and she slumped onto the floor with a blank expression on her face. She felt even more unsure of things now but at least she'll probably get to keep her job, and the embrace managed to make her forget about her preceding worries. She could still feel a hint of Makima's warmth on her body, a whiff of her scent on her clothes, left behind like a parting gift. A kiss of red flushed upon her cheeks as she tried to remember the hug but it was too overwhelming for her to focus on, it was still to fresh for her. She shook the thought from her mind and went to stand, dusting herself off and walking over to her car.

#makima x kobeni #kobeni #makima #chainsaw man

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normally-o-a-k · 1 year

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Hey look a fanfiction

Scam/Jodie

Friends to lovers, multi chapter, no beta we die like Glenn, idk what to tag this I’ve never written fic before lmao, spoilers kinda? Some real light suggestion of Henry/Darryl.

Rating: still teen

Chap 7/? (I think it’s coming to an end soon though)

Previous chapter:

Henry was the sort of man who prided himself on helping others.

So when Scam Actually, known fun guy , stepped out of a portal a day early looking less than ecstatic he knew he had to do something.

After all not even an hour ago Jodie had confided in him, trusted him to help him romance Scam and now here he was. Something had gone wrong.

Glenn looked just as baffled “hey uh Scam, can we have a quick chat?” Glenn is not gentle about the way he shoves Scam away from the van.

Oh that was potentially bad, it wasn’t a secret that Glenn and Jodie had grown closer since he moved to the infernal plane. Co-parenting Nicky had them bonding enough to call eachother brothers. Glenn was definitely going to give him the ‘shovel talk’ or worse, he might give him the ‘shovel’.

Henry heads after them as fast as he can “Actually Glenn can I take lead on this one? I’ve led a few healing retreats for friends back in the day and I think what our friend Scam here can use is a little openness and understanding-“

“The only thing I’m going to open is a can of whoop ass on this motherfucker. What did you do?” Glenn shoves an accusatory finger in Scam’s face.

“Oooh let’s see now~ what exactly did I do?” He taps the side of his hat “I got caught~ That about sums it up I think~!” Scam grins, but Henry is more than convinced there’s a lot more to it.

“Glenn, remember, we’re listening….now, Scam what exactly did you get caught doing?” Henry puts a hand on Glenn’s shoulder, trying to keep him from outright strangling Scam

“Testing our good friend’s security~” his grin widens “even without magic it was barely a challenge, that is until I picked the wrong thing as a souvenir~”

“So you stole from him? Jeez Scam, that’s pretty hecking uncool! you know just this morning he was so excited to spend time with you and you blew it mister!”

“Yeah Henry, you tell him! How could you do that to Jodie? I knew it! I knew you were going to screw him over!” Glenn grabs Scam by the tie and pulls back a punch, but Scam is suddenly behind him, tie hanging loosely from Glenn’s hand.

“Oh how quickly you forget your own words! Weren’t you ‘listening’?~ I wasn’t stealing anything~ I was going to gift it him in the morning! It was supposed to be a show of skill and I’m beginning to see that no one is quite as impressed as they should be!”

Glenn visibly relaxes “Man can’t you just show off like a normal person? He’s not going to believe you for shit if you got caught in the vault”

“You know… Trust is a big part of every working relationship Scam, you’re going to really have to work on yourself if you want this to work buddy… I think It’s probably best if you give him some time and then try and talk to him about it”

“Sorry Henry I disagree… Scams not the type of guy to not do it again… don’t get me wrong, this idiot should definitely apologize, but I think we need to think bigger picture when it comes to him winning Jodie back. It’s not going to be the first or last time he does something like this without considering how it might come across if he screws it up.”

“I appreciate the backhanded support Glenn, I really do~ but unfortunately I just don’t think Jodie appreciates my alignment as much as I’d hoped he would~ he seems to have forgotten the ‘scamp’ part of ‘lovable scamp’~”

“Nah man, look I take like five percent, maybe seven percent responsibility for this. I warned him not to trust you and that probably got in his head… I mean you know Jodie, he doesn’t really let go of stuff. He likes you. So we just gotta figure out how you can show him he can trust you aren’t being malicious about your actions.”

Henry wasn’t as on board with encouraging Scam to make no changes to his behavior as Glenn seemed to be. “ I think maybe some reflection might be a good start… then we can worry about helping you with an Apology you actual mean and can maintain…”

Scam sits down on a log by the empty campsite, all four of his hands folded on his lap. Henry sits down next to him, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. “You know… when my boys make a mistake and hurt someone’s feelings, I usually tell them to take a walk in the other persons shoes…. Really get into the core of what the other person might be feeling…how would you feel if someone you liked came and took something from you? Like your hat?” Henry tries to take Scam’s hat, but the second he lifts it a tiny bit it pulls back down onto Scam’s head on it’s own, Scam gives Henry a dangerous sort of smile. “Oh wow okay…that’s just part of you…maybe not your hat then.” He wipes his hand off on his cargo shorts and thinks.

“I don’t need imagination to know that He thinks I’m lying about my feelings~” Scams voice isn’t as playful as it usually is.

“Yeah well you having feelings is kinda news to all of us” Glenn shrugs.

“Glenn! That’s not helpful” Henry frowns

“It’s true though, I don’t think any of us expected Scam to come out and say he’s horny for my brother-“

“You know what I’m horny for Glenn? Acceptance. So maybe lay off a bit” Henry sighs “Look Scam, relationships are hard, but everyone here will help you, you just have to let us in pal! Open communication is key!”

———

Jodie closes the portal Immediately after he sends Scam through. And he regrets it.

Some part of him knew if Scam had succeeded in doing what he claimed he was, he would have found it kind of fun.

He wanted to trust him but he felt like he barely got the chance to try before it was tested…

He frowns and gets back to work.

——-

Scam sits in the passenger seat of the Odyssey next to Darryl who’s pulled him away from the campfire for a private talk away from the kids. It had now been over two weeks of each of the dads trying to have a heart to heart with him and give him ideas on how to apologize to Jodie in between intel gathering. It was starting to wear him out.

Darryl takes a deep breath and holds the steering wheel tightly even though the car wasn’t running. “A little over a year ago after we got back to earth I had a pretty big fight with Carol.”

“What about?~ I can’t learn any lessons from the story if I don’t know every juicy detail~” if he was going to have to hear him out he wanted dirt.

“ I told her about kissing Henry. And she was pretty pissed off at me for a while. I went to church a lot more after that, really did some soul searching and a lot of confession. I had to come to terms with the fact that maybe I’m a little curious about some things and that’s okay. I’m not ashamed of it anymore, and Carol is okay with me trying to discover more about myself…”

Scam sits up a bit straighter, he knew for a fact that Darryl was still happily married. This was potentially the conversation that could help him. “Ohh? What did you do? Church is hardly the type of solution I’m willing to try~ ”

“Well…we were going to a marriage counselor. There was a lot of stuff going on, it wasn’t just about me kissing Henry. And we talked… a lot …and I listened. I know Glenn’s going to tell you some big impressive showy thing will fix it, and Ron’ll probably tell you flowers will do it…or actually I don’t know what Ron is gonna tell you…but As much as I don’t want to admit it, Henry is right about the talking stuff. I mean, not that a nice romantic gesture will hurt the situation, but that talking stuff, phew, just knocks it out of the park…. Do you get what I’m saying?”

He hadn’t expected this advice from Darryl of all people, but it had clearly worked out for him. “I think I’ve got it just fine Darryl~”

“Good talk Scam. Oh and uh… I’ve got things for the night so… go do what you need to do. ”

Scam awkwardly pats Darryl on the back and climbs out of the van, opening a portal.

——-

Jodie was miserable.

Besides a few scattered phone calls to Glenn and Nicky he hadn’t heard much in the way of what was going on. Scam had only tried to take the phone once, but Jodie had hung up before he could say anything.

He regretted that too.

He missed Scam.

Most of all he was angry with himself. He should have just given him the benefit of the doubt. He shoves open his office door, stress eating peanut butter directly out of the jar, stopping with the spoon in his mouth when he sees a pile of junk on his desk.

He sits down and sighs, sorting through the pile. A red string, a few shells, an apple, some maple leaves, white feathers and a few roses sit in a sloppy pile on his desk. He picks up one of the feathers, twirling it between his clawed fingers. The second his hands clear the area a heart shaped rock drops from the ceiling above his desk and cracks the wood.

Jodie looks up, watching a long fingered hand disappear back into a portal oh the ceiling above his desk. “What is this?”

There’s no answer, the hand returns, dropping a heavy looking padlock onto the pile. Jodie grumbles and grabs Scam’s wrist, pulling him down through the portal.

Scam lands on his back on the desk, clearly surprised by being yanked through. “Ohh? This is a little forward Jodie~” he rolls to his side, smirking “I missed you too~”

Jodie doesn’t let go of Scam’s wrist, he looks down at him disapprovingly. “What’s with the pile of junk?”

Scam sits up “Well Actually-“ he shakes it off, now wasn’t the time… ”it’s hardly junk Jodie! That you’re holding is a feather from a dove~ each thing I’ve brought is a symbol of love!” He grins and puts a hand to his chest.

Jodie sits back down thinking about it for a second, a blush creeping up his face. “Look, I’ll hear you out okay? But you aren’t going to lie to me…. And I need to know you aren’t going to lie to me…”

Scam could feel the magic pushing out from Jodie, he doesn’t resist, letting himself be completely effected by his zone of Truth. “Oooh? I’m a ‘willing creature’ so no worries there~ if you hadn’t thought to cast it I was going to ask for it! we’re so on the same page~! ” he shifts on the desk to face Jodie and reaches out for his hand. “I wish you knew you could trust in me, but I know I’m not the type of guy to make it easy~”

Jodie let’s him take his hand. “It’s been weeks…”

Scam presses a finger to Jodie’s lips “I wasn’t stealing from you~ I thought you’d be impressed if I got in and out since you’d banned me from magic! I was only taking it as proof~” he grins “there now, see, it’s all fixed! you know I’m telling the truth so you can get back to being the fun Jodie that I’m so fond of~”

“It’s not ‘all fixed’ Scam… so dating me…. Wasn’t a game to see ‘if you could’ seduce me?” Jodie frowns. He’d been dreading the answer to this one for the entire two weeks.

“I have standards Jodie, I would never do something so reprehensible~” though it hurt a bit that Jodie thinks he’s willing to do something so awful, he supposes he’s not done much to show him otherwise. “especially not to you…you’re a pretty special guy~ I don’t think I need to tell you why~”

“You do though…you need to tell me why” Jodie sits a bit further back in his chair

“I’ve lived a long time Jodie…You know you’re the only person currently alive to have seen my true face?” Two of Scam’s hands grab the arm rests of Jodie’s chair and he leans in pulling the chair closer. “Do you know why that is?~”

“Because you take dares seriously” he was starting to feel a bit trapped in his chair.

“Bzzzzz! Wrong! I could have chosen to lose! And I would have if anyone else had asked~” he smiles “You’re a smart man Jodie~ think back…. Darryl asked once before…. Why did I say no? Hmm~??”

“You said… it was only for people you really care about” his blush creeps a bit higher.

“Bingo!~” he grins “I really care about you~”

“Scam….I…” he believes him…holding his hand a bit tighter.

“Wait, let me finish~ I need to let you know all of my feelings and then listen”

“Henry gave you a talking to huh?”

“All of the Daddies took a swing at a heart to heart~ surprisingly Darryl made the difference…it’s been awful! If one more person corners me to tell me how to apologize-“

“Scam…the ‘letting me know your feelings’ thing is working…” he smiles a bit.

“ well then~! I’ll keep going~” he lets go of Jodie’s hand, rolling the office chair to a bit of a distance from where he was sitting with his foot.

“What are you-“

“It’s for my safety~ Got to keep my looks if I want to be a good match for you~” he smiles sitting back on the desk “Jodie~ I love you”

Scam was right to move the chair back because Jodie instantly ignites.

“That really is adorable~” he watches Jodie’s expression shift from shock to affection and then settle on concern. “Relax~ I don’t expect you to say it back~”

Jodie can barely hear Scam over his own heartbeat drumming loudly in his ears. But he does relax, and after a bit of silence the flames slowly go out. “I’m… sorry… I like you a lot… I’m serious about you, I just-“

“Don’t apologize!“ He knew it was going to be too soon for Jodie but he wanted him to know. “I can’t change who I am, I can’t promise you I won’t upset you again with a poorly timed joke or a particularly artful scam gone wrong~ but I can promise you that I won’t ever lie about my feelings for you~”

“That’s … more than good enough Scam” Jodie smiles, reaching out for his hand again.

Scam climbs off the desk and puts a hand on The headrest of Jodie’s chair, spinning it as he circles him. “I also promise to wait until the right time to tell you about the more salacious things I feel for you~”

“And… now’s not that time?” Jodie smiles and pulls him close by one of his wrists, kissing him softly.

Scam smiles into the kiss and then breaks it, pulling back only a few inches “It’s absolutely not the right time~ you’d torch the entire room~”

Scam was probably right, Jodie could already feel the heat rising in his face again.

“Have I earned forgiveness~?” He watches him carefully.

“Yeah Scam, we’re good” Jodie smiles and pulls him down into the chair for a hug.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dnd dads #dndads s2 #dndads spoilers #dnddads #scam actually #scam likely #dndads season 2 #dndads fanfic #dungeons and daddies fan fiction #jodie x scam #scam x jodie #jodie/scam #scamster #scam/jodie #scodie #dndads tax evasion

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Reaper and The Death Angel Part 33

Series Masterlist

Part 32

Contains: Fluff, violence, timeline changes, even more canon divergence, follows the plot of 3x01 - 3x02 loosely.

5.6K Words

Comment if you want to be tagged. However, the issues with my tag lists persists, the most reliable way to get updates is to follow #the reaper and the death angel sorry for the inconvenience.

Even after it all, things keep getting worse.

"Oh Juicy, I love you." Juice put the fresh bread on the table, ever since you have him that sourdough started all those months ago, he had been baking bread. He brought a new loaf to every dinner party and kept the Clubhouse well stocked, he and Bobby had developed a bit of a rivalry.

"Everyone hates hospital food, I know you're only here for another day, but I figure you're jonesing for something nice."

You nodded, "did you bring veggies? Everything here is boiled to death." He nodded and pulled a container of a mix of green.

"Sam said you really liked veggie toast in the morning." You dug into the homemade food, "is Jax here?"

You shook your head, "I sent him home, I love the guy but he's smothering me."

Juice gave you a sweet smile, "can you blame him? he almost lost his child and his old lady in the same day."

You shook your head "no I can't but it's just a lot. I'm only staying here another day so he doesn't have a heart attack. Since you're here, can you take me to see Sack?"

He went to get a nurse, and came back a few minutes later, "I don't need a wheelchair."

The nurse, Alex, who you had become fast friends with shook his head, "hospital policy."

"Hey Kip, you look like shit."

He smiled, "so do you."

You let out a chuckle, "blood loss will do that to you." You grabbed his hand, "has anyone been by to see you today?"

He nodded, "Chibs left about an hour ago. I'm kinda getting sick of them."

"Yeah, me too. I miss my alone time."

He groaned and rubbed his face, "I'm going to be here for another two weeks."

You nodded, "I know, you lost a chunk of your liver. I'll talk to Jax, make sure you don't lose your seat."

He squeezed your hand a little tighter, "it's no big deal. We almost died on Jax's old kitchen floor, I feel like that gives us some kind of near-death bond."

He laughed and clutched his side, "don't make me laugh too hard, it hurts." You sat with Kip for a little while longer before going back to your room, Jax was there waiting for you.

"I thought I told you to go home and unpack."

He smiled, "I'm mostly done anyway, how are you feeling?"

He helped you back onto the bed, "itching for a long walk."

He shook his head, "I'll see what I can do."

Jax came back five minutes later with a smirk, "I managed to charm the nurse, you've got ten minutes."

The smile you gave him made Jax feel warm, "well, don't just sit there making goo goo eyes at me, help me up." You grabbed both your hands and with a small pull you were on your feet.

"I don't know what everyone's going on about, I feel fine."

Jax kept his hand under your arm, "I can see that, are you sure you're not an alien?"

You batted his shoulder, "I don't know, maybe this whole relationship is a ploy to steal your genetic material and take it back to my home planet."

He screwed up his face through a giggle, "you are so unladylike."

You shook your head, "hey, if you want a lady, you picked the wrong woman."

He kissed you softly, "I love you so much."

You deepened the kiss, "I love you too."

You managed to get an extra lap of the hallway before he was shoving you back into bed, "any leads on Hayes?"

He shook his head, "nothing yet, Billy seems to think he's in Canada but we're still waiting on surveillance from the port to confirm."

"Makes sense that he'd head for the border, have you heard for the Irish yet?"

Jax swallowed, "it's not good. They think Hayes and Jimmy'o might have been working together to get rid of the Irish Kings, if they can't sort it out, it's bad news for everyone."

"Why does the Club have to do it?"

Jax shrugged, "a favour, Belfast offered to help before Clay could say no and now we're stuck."

You rubbed your head, "see, this is what happens when I'm off my feet. I'm not there to put out fires and it goes to shit."

Jax huffed, "I don't think this was anything you could solve."

He squeezed your hand, "I'm out of here tomorrow morning, I'll see if I can pull something out of somewhere."

****

"Let's break you out of here."

Sam came the first thing that morning, "thank God, I'm going crazy." An hour later, you were driving home. "How is everyone coping?"

He tilted his head, "everyone's really worried about Sack, he's been voted in but he'll lose his seat if he's not back on his bike by the end of the month."

You nodded, "that was sweet, Kip doesn't know, does he?"

Sam shook his head, "nah, we're going to surprise him when he gets out."

You smiled, "he'll be out soon enough, whether he's ready to ride is another thing."

Sam gave a solemn nod, "no one's going to take his seat away, he almost died trying to keep you and Abel safe." Before you could reply, you were pulling up to your home.

The dogs were on you the moment you opened the door, their little butts wagging with their tags, "hello you two, I missed you guys."

You could hear Abel crying in the background and Ima appeared looking tired, "he won't stop crying, I've tried everything." She handed him to you.

"Hey my sweet boy, why are you giving everyone so much trouble?" He cried for a little while longer but stopped when he realised you were home, "see it's not the end of the world, if you keep crying when people hold you, you're going to start offending people."

He cooed, and Ima turned to Sam, "I kinda want one."

You buried your face in Abel's shoulder to hide your smile, "yeah, so do I."

He pulled Ima into a hug, "maybe we should wait till things calm down a bit."

Ima nodded, "good idea, plus I need your crow before I go having your babies."

Sam smiled wide like a schoolboy, "should we call Happy then?"

Ima nodded and kissed Sam, "I'd like that."

Sam turned to you, "you like three meters away, we know you can hear us."

You did your best not to start jumping up and down, "I'm happy for you both, as much I as I would like to celebrate, I need a shower."

****

"Hey Darlin."

Jax got home later that day, "hello my love, how was work?"

He shrugged, "fine, we're no closer to Hayes."

You handed him Abel, "I missed the little guy."

Jax kissed his tiny cheek, "he missed you too, he wouldn't stop crying."

"It has been a long couple of days my love, but can I ask a favour?"

He nodded, "help me wash my hair?"

Jax smiled and walked you to the bathroom, "sure, you know how much I love your hair."

He made it passed shampooing before he started making comments, "you should let me do this more often."

You shook your head, "Jax, you've seen how much time I spend on my hair, something tells me this would turn into sex half the time and then my hair would be fizzy and not curly."

He leaned forward and kissed your neck, "are you saying I have no self-control?"

You nodded, "yep, not a wink."

He chuckled behind you, "if that were true, you'd never leave the bed."

"I don't think that's such a bad thing."

He continued doing your hair, you were yawning by the time he was done, "how are you feel?"

He sounded worried, "I'm not dizzy anymore, just really tired."

He helped you up, "nap then?"

You looked at the clock, "I can't, my hair's got to dry."

He laughed, "I fix everyone dinner then, I'm sure Abel wants to spend more time with you."

*****

Dinner was simple, Jax could tell something was going on by the way that you were smiling at Sam and Ima, "what's going on?"

You shrugged, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Jax shook his head, "bullshit."

You and Ima giggled, "I'm getting Sam's crow."

Jax's smile split his face, his eyes wrinkling, "I'm really happy for both of you." You were smiling so hard your face hurt, Jax shook his head, stroking your hand lovingly, "God you're a dork."

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not a dork, I'm just happy." With dinner done, you were ready for bed.

"Shall we watch some TV? It's still early."

Jax nodded, "why not." You settled into bed, you in Jax's lap with your back pressed against his chest. You put on Friday The 13th two, Jax laughing each time you pointed out how stupid the campers were.

"These people have no situational awareness, no wonder they're being picked off."

Jax kissed the side of your face, "yeah, if that was you, the bad guy wouldn't stand a chance."

You laughed, "nope, because I have a gun."

Jax wrapped his arms around you, "I can totally see you being a final girl, running through the forest after whoever and not from them."

You turn around in his arms, laying your head on his chest. "I knew you'd get to Abel in time, I just had a feeling."

Jax's hand came up to rest over your crow, "you did?"

You nodded against him, "I did."

You lifted your head off his chest and pressed a kiss to his lips, "I love you Jackson."

He kissed you back, his hands cradling your face, "I love you too."

Another yawn broke the peace, "come one Darlin, let's get you to bed."

You nodded and rested against his chest, "you can finish the movie if you like, I'm just going to lay here."

He laughed softly while rubbing your back, "sure Darlin."

You were asleep within ten minutes, Jax turning off the TV and laying down with you on top of him, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Good night y/n."

****

"Good morning Beloved."

Jax smiled, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "good morning Darlin, how are you feeling?"

You nodded, "much better, I feel like I actually got a good night's sleep."

Abel's crying interrupted the quiet, "I''ll get him."

You shook your head, "I'll do it, I missed getting to see his sleepy little face." You went into the next room, the shelves being packed perfectly, you reminded yourself to thank Juice for trying so hard.

"Hey little guy." Abel babbled, flapping his fat little hands. Ima came around the corner with a bottle, "thank you." She sat down on the soft chair, "when are you seeing Happy?"

She smiled, "he's coming by this weekend."

"I'm really happy for both of you, you and Sam deserves good things."

Her face changed, "you really don't care that I work in porn?"

You were shocked, "nope, not even a little. You make Sam happy and I can see he makes you happy. Do you love him?"

She nodded, "then that's all the matters, how much does he tell you about the Club?"

She tilted her head, deep in thought "I'm sure as much as Jax tells you, I know about the guns and the Irish, I know that's why Abel almost was taken."

You nodded, "good, you deserve to know the truth before you commit."

She nodded, her eyes growing wet, you put Abel down and pulled her into a hug. "Sam loves you Ima, he doesn't care what you do for money he just wants you to be happy. If one day you chose to leave porn and try something else, he'll support you and so will I. And if anyone else has a problem with you, you'll see a side of Sam you didn't know existed."

She smiled softly, "thank you."

****

Everyone was down for breakfast a little while later, "when are you going back to work?" You shrugged, "I wanted to go back at the end of the week but Holt says I can't come back into the office for anything other than paperwork pick ups and drop offs until my stitches are out, I'm going in today to pick up some."

Sam nodded, "when is Pd letting you back in the house?"

Jax put his piece of toast down, "today."

You nodded, "have you figured out who you're going to rent it to?" Before Jax could respond, he got a phone call.

"That was Laroy, we've got a lead of Hayes."

You waved them off, "go, we can pick this up later." They left and you and Ima continued the meal, "where are you going to get the crow?"

She tilted her head, "thigh or arm, it's not like I need to hide it for work."

"Happy's really good, for someone so rough he's very good at it."

She nodded, "yeah, he's soft and squishy when you get to know him." Breakfast went on and it was time for her to go to work, you headed off to the lab, hoping Jax would call with more information soon.

****

"Hey professor."

He put a firm hand on your shoulder, "how are you feeling?"

You shrugged "fine, a little out of sorts but fine."

He nodded, "I've left your paperwork with you intern."

With another soft smile, he left you to chat with all your friends.

"You have a trend of almost dying, don't you."

You shook your head, "yes Jack, I do, I would be too powerful if the universe didn't do its best to keep me down."

He laughed, "you're hardcore."

You smiled, "I try."

****

Jax wasn't impressed with the guy the Niners brought, he was jumpy and offred less information than Billy had found in a handful of hours. Nevertheless, they went down to the docks. Only to end up in a car chase and firefight, Jax was desperate, the last few days hitting him like a ton of bricks.

"The guy you bought the boat from, he shot my old lady in the chest and almost kidnapped my eight month old son."

The man's eyes went wide, "Irish dude?"

Jax nodded, "yeah." The man's tune changed right away.

"Three days ago, he said he needed some quick cash. Met him down at the docks with the boat and some AKs." That conversation was as equally disappointed as the one this morning. Jax was feeling more and more lost without you, he pined every moment you were parted from him.

He knew he should have gone back to the garage but he wanted to hear your voice so he comprised and called you, "hey darlin, you're a sound for sore ears."

Your giggle made him smile, "hello my love, how did everything go this morning?"

"Nowhere. Are you at home?"

He sounded sad, "yes I'm at home with Abel and the dogs. You want to come and see Kip with me this afternoon?"

He felt himself relax, "sure, I'm betting he wants a break from us."

You laughed, "nonsense, you guys are great."

"Alright darlin, I'll come and pick you up." Jax was there half an hour later, he got off his bike and took your keys from their hanger, "you ready?"

You nodded, "you know I can drive right, why do you want to drive my car so much?"

He laughed and shook his head, "hey, a guy can't appreciate a nice cage?"

You grabbed his hand, holding it while he looked over your face, "you doing ok?"

He shrugged, "I just want all of this over with."

You pulled him into your arms, "I know, it's not like Hayes has left the planet, we'll find him."

The drive to the hospital was quiet, Jax seemed lost in thought, "I'm sure Kip will be happy to see you, I think he's still worried you'd be mad that he didn't do more."

He nodded, "yeah, I know nothing's going to happen to him, everyone wants him to get his full patch."

You pulled up at St Thomas and got out, going right to Kip's room, "how are you feeling?"

He shrugged, "the stomach ache won't go away but the doctor said that's normal."

You nodded, "yeah, it will pass after a while. Have they told you when you're getting out of here?"

He nodded, "still eight days."

Jax sat down on a chair next to him, "how about I get some food from the cafe and leave you two to talk?"

Jax smiled and handed you some bills, "thanks darlin."

You came back fifteen minutes later with some coffee and snack food, handing Jax a wrap and Kip and pie before sitting down with a serving of fries.

"Thanks y/n the food here makes me wish I died on that floor."

You laughed, "I know right, I was only here for three days and I thought I was going to starve to death."

Jax laughed, "it can't be that bad."

You shook your head, "well then, not fires for you." You passed the box to Kip and raised an eyebrow, taking a handful and smiling at Jax.

"You're terrible."

You smiled, "I know." You and Jax sat with Kip until Opie and Lyla showed up, "change in shifts?"

Ope nodded, "yeah, Hale's at the Clubhouse, he's got an update on Hayes and wants to talk to both of you."

You left soon after, Jax still insisting he drives. The compound was quiet when you got there, only a few people milling around. Abel was with Sam, and seemly confused that he somehow kept disappearing under the table.

"You are so easily entertained, you know he has no sense of object permanence, he thinks you're not there."

Sam laughed, "yes, that's why it's so funny."

You looked around, "where Gem?"

Clay's face fell, "her mother just passed, she with her father."

You put a hand on Jax, "I'm sorry."

He shrugged, "I didn't know her that well."

Hale came over after finishing his conversation with Bobby, "you got any updates?"

He shook his head, "we went to the marina but we didn't find anything, the FBI aren't really interested anymore, they seem to think he's already left the country."

Something had changed in the man, "you seem different."

He nodded, "I realise I can't be sheriff and be at your throats, as long as it doesn't happen inside Charming, and you don't put anyone here at risk, I won't bother you. But that won't stop me from arresting anyone that brings their problems here."

To say that was a shock was an understatement, "shit man, what happened?"

He swallowed, "my brother, I saw how many people came here to air their problems with him and it made it clear to me that the town trusts you more than us."

It was strange the way he said it, like Clay wasn't even there. But that didn't matter, he slapped Hale on the shoulder and gave him a warm but false smile, "I'm glad we could finally see eye to eye."

"I think I'll go see Gem tomorrow, does someone have the address?"

Clay nodded, "yeah, that might be a good idea."

Chibs ran to the office to get it, coming back soon after. "It's not too far to travel, I'm sure she'll be grateful to have you there."

You took the bit of paper from him, "thanks Chibby."

You stood around talking for a little while, then Jacob Hale turned up. "What the fuck do you want?"

He did his best to seem humble, "I read your statement in the Gazette. I think it would be good if we could hold a town meeting, I'd like to make a statement in apology."

You crossed your hands over your chest, "and say what you Nazi shit bag."

"Nothing much, I want to hear from the residents about why they're upset and what they want for the town so we can move forward. I came here to ask you if you wanted to speak because in your statement to Jerry, you said you had written multiple papers of Neo-Nazis."

You shrugged, "fine, but read them first, I'm not sparknotes. Also, pay for them, you can afford it."

Everyone was watching on, glaring at him. Sam was holding Abel, tapping his little back after feeding him. He went to thank you when someone drove through T-M and started shooting.

Jax drove on top of you, shoving you to the ground and laying on top of you while David pulled his gun and started firing, the van crashed into the far wall and everyone stood up. Jax could hear Abel whaling and when he looked over, Sam had me press to his body. Sam's arm had been grazed by a bullet but he didn't seem to have even felt it.

Jax ran to the van with Hale hot on his heels, ripping the man with the gun out of the passenger seat and climbing on top of his back, slamming his head into the ground over and over again. Jax had four inches and 40 pounds on Hale so it took him and some of the other Sons to manage it and even then it was hard.

After checking on everyone, it was clear that other than a few grazes and some shock, everyone was ok. You ran over to see Hale standing in front of Jax so he couldn't set himself upon the man again.

"Jackson, Abel is fine. Listen, he's not even crying anymore." Jax paused and couldn't hear his son screaming, Hale didn't seem impressed.

"Let me take him home, we won't stop for anything. I think it's clear that this was a serious situation, and everyone acted within the law." You pointed to the rifle that was in the front seat.

"That was a good shoot, and I have no problem making that statement so you can bring IAB to my home later and I'll back you up, ok?"

He clenched his jaw, "go, but if I see either of you in town tonight, he'll spend the night in lockup."

You nodded and dragged Jax away, Sam walking up to him and handing over Abel, "see, he's ok." Jax buried his face in Abel's tiny shoulder, "I'm going to take us home before you get arrested."

The ride home was silent, Jax was waiting for you to start yelling or for that horrible dream to come true, but you didn't. When it was time to get out of the car, you parked and got Abel, then gave him right to Jax.

"I'll put dinner on, you take some time to calm down then we can talk, ok?" Jax nodded and sat down on the couch, despite the way you were talking to him, he was waiting for you to kick him out.

Sam came home with Ima, he must have gone to get her after Chibs patched him up. "You guys good?"

Sam nodded, "Hale will be over later with IAB to take your statement." He sat down next to Jax and Ima went to help you cook.

"What's wrong?"

Jax shrugged, "you don't need to worry about my sister, she's seen a lot more violence than that."

Jax let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, "what do we do? Most of us are going to be inside soon and we can't run a Club from the inside while all this is happening."

Sam paused before responding, "we'll work it out. Hap's going to transfer and if Tig can swallow what happened between him and Kozik, he'll be voted in too. Things will work themselves out, we'll talk to Alvarez tomorrow." Jax nodded and relaxed at the sound of you and Ima giggling in the kitchen.

"We better go help with dinner or they won't feed us." Jax huffed and got up.

"Thanks man."

****

Hale showed up after dinner with two IAB officers, "hello, please come in and remove your shoes. I wouldn't be letting you in my house normally, letting alone Internal Investigation but it's for David so I'll bear it." You sat them down at the table with everyone else in tow.

"State your name for the record."

You did so then went into your statement, "taking into experience my just over ten years of combat experience both direct and indirect, I believe that deputy sheriff Hale acted in an appropriate manner to stop the threat."

Sam backed you up, mentioning that the shot he took was clear of civilians, "you say you have ten years of experience, why weren't you using your weapon?"

You glared at him, "my partner threw himself on top of me so I didn't get shot, I can't really get my gun out of its holster and fire it when I have a fully grown man laying on my back, can I now?"

They seemed happy with everyone's recounting of the events, then you were asking them to leave, "thank y/n"

You gave Hale a curt nod, and he left. You turned to Jax, "come on dearest, I need a long, hot shower."

****

When you woke up, Jax wasn't there. You threw on a robe and went looking, finding him in the home gym doing push-ups. You could see his arms shaking as we went down and there was a sheen of sweat down his back.

"Good morning beloved." Jax felt against the ground, unable to do anymore and got up, coming over to kiss you softly. "Something on your mind?"

He shrugged, "I don't know what happens now y/n, it's gonna get a lot worse before it gets better."

You nodded, "I know."

He shook his head, "do you? What happened last night was just the tip of the iceberg."

You put a hand on his shoulder, "if you're trying to scare me you need to try harder. I don't mean to sound harsh, but you're the ignorant civilian in this partnership. Come back to me when you've rip a man's guts out with nothing but your bare hands and a hunk of broken glass, then we can talk."

Jax swallowed, he sometimes forgot that you had seen and done so much violence. "I'm going to drive to see Gemma, I've called so she waiting for me. Your grandad's not doing so well."

Jax nodded, "we're heading to St Thomas to see if we can Id the guy who shot up the Clubhouse. Have you heard from Billy?"

You shook your head, "yes and no, he texted and said they had something but he's still waiting on confirmation."

"I hope you get somewhere, we could really use a win. I text when I'm there safe."

Jax smiled softly and kissed you, "I see you tonight?"

You nodded, "yeah, I love you."

"Love you too."

****

"THEY CUT OFF MY FINGERS, THEY CUT OFF MY FINGERS." While Chucky distracted the guards at the hospital door, the guys went inside. He struggled while they looked for tattoos, but they only found non-descript prison tats. Then Jax had an idea, pulling the man's lower lip down, he found the numbers three and twelve.

It was like a lightbulb appeared over Opie's head, "C, L, Calaveras?"

"They're in Lodi. We better go see T.O."

Bobby shook his head "they're a Mayan puppet club, what are they doing shooting up the Clubhouse?"

Sam thought for a moment, "not anymore, The Mayans dropped them when they started working with Zobelle."

Clay nodded, "it seems without their minders, they're moving up in the world."

*****

"Hello Mr Maddock I'm y/n, Jax's partner."

He tilted his head, "your grandson, daddy."

A look of understanding came over his face, "I knew that. Where is he anyway?"

You walked inside and put your bag down, "busy with work but I'm sure he'll be around sooner or later. How are you feeling?" You started unpacking the groceries you have bought with the help of the nurse.

"Fine, please be careful, Rose doesn't like it when the kitchen is messy."

You nodded, "of course sir, I'll make sure it's perfect." You took Gemma aside while the nurse continued to unpack.

"How long does it take for him to forget?"

She looked sad, "not long, he asks about Rose a thousand times a day."

You nodded, "yeah, he's not the first person with dementia I've met. I'll keep him entertained, I'll take him for a walk out in the garden and talk about the roses. Often if you talk to people with dementia about things they enjoy, it helps keep them stable."

You went back into the lounge room and sat next to Nate, "I really like your garden, can you take me on a tour? I've never been able to keep my roses alive."

He got up shakily and gestured for you to walk outside with him, "I'll show you my trellises, are yours getting enough sun?"

****

"It wasn't us that killed Eddie, it was Stahl. She didn't want to take the heat for ending the ATF investigation so she put it on us."

Jimmy'o shook his head, "Jesus Christ, this shit just gets deeper."

Jax had a scowl on his face, "Cameron directed his vengeance at the wrong target, he almost took my son and put my old lady and one of our prospects in the hospital."

"We know he's got a fake passport, he's got to be back in Belfast."

Jimmy'o explained that he wasn't but it was hard to tell if he was being truthful. "I'll be heading home in a couple of days. Luke will take point from here. If there's any news about Cammy, I give you my word, you'll be the first to know."

Clay reluctantly took Jimmy's extended hand and they left. As they were getting onto their bikes, Jax brought up one of Bobby's ex-wives and her bounty hunter boyfriend. But Bobby was far behind on alimony and child support to so it took so doing to get him to agree. However, after a quick beaten and a kind word from Jax, she was on board.

With that sorted, they went to see T.O and the other Grim Bastards. "You guys have had a tough run, how can we help?"

Clay leaned in, "the drive-by was done but the Calaveras. We know The Mayans tossed them after what went done in Charming, we were wondering if you had any info."

"We've been seeing a lot of activity in town."

The vice president spoke next, "the Calaveras have been on a recruiting spree, it all adds up."

Chibs shook his head, "we're going to have to break it down, we can't have a rival club at our borders."

T.O nodded, "we can't them inside our, the dope and pussy game is hard enough without anyone else stepping on it."

Clay nodded, "agreed."

The V.P spoke again, "what's the move."

"Let's find out what Salazar is up to."

T.O seemed to be on board, "we need to locate a C.L someone high up, an officer maybe."

He nodded, "yeah, we'll find the right guy."

****

They met the bounty hunter outside a sex shop with the promise that if they bought this high-risk bounty in, he would help them find Hayes. It didn't take long for them to grab him and after a quick car chase and an indecent with a hybrid, he seemed ready to help.

"Hey, I want something on Hayes by the end of the day."

****

Jax just couldn't win, even after beating the shit out of Salazar, he wouldn't talk. So now he was sitting on his bike, ready to run Salazar over to get answers. It took two laps passed his buried head before he talked.

"We wanted to set up a bag and cut operation in Lodi because The Mayans keep taking our territory, we want to move H to push them out of the prison trade."

They walked away, "this has to be the deal Alvarez was going to cut with Zobelle."

Jax nodded, "if they're processing it in Lodi, it means they have to take it through Charming to get to Stockton."

Opie had another bright idea, "why don't we let Alvarez know, I'm sure we can find a way to loop the Bastards in."

****

"He hasn't asked about Rose once since you took him outside."

You smiled, "people with dementia are just like anyone else, I gave him something to occupy his mind and that helps keep it away from the fact that he is feeling confused."

"Will they do that in the home?"

You nodded, "I looked over the information, it's a really nice place with some of the best aged care doctors in the state. Rose picked very well." Just as you were about to add more, your phone ran, "it's Billy, I need to take it."

Billy was quick, "I got a lead on your guy, he's just been found dead with an IRA tag in his head in Ireland." You were racing out the door before he could hand up.

"Gemma, I need to go back to Charming and talk to Jax, they've found Hayes," You drove off with the promise to come back tomorrow, getting to the Clubhouse just as the day was winding down.

Jax seemed better, pulling you into a hug, "we found Hayes, he's in Canada."

You shook your head, "I don't know where you got your source from but they're wrong. Billy just sent me this." You pulled out your phone, opened the encrypted Avnil app and showed him the photo of Hayes.

"Jax, he's in Ireland."

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