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Black Beats Black - 2. Lotus

Chapter 1. Available on my AO3

It’s fairly simple. Love is quite easy to come by, which Regulus hates with a determined passion. It’s akin to a curse, one that is covered with a pretty bow and sugar to trump and confuse. It has no rules, no clear logic and it digs deeply into you to let you beg for more. A curse has the politeness to have a cure, however mad it might be.

The Hanahaki disease is deadly and straight-forward but a cure is much more complicated despite the easy logic. Many ideas came up to him during an uncomfortable sleep mixed with images of his brother suffocating and vanishing out of nowhere.

Drugging Remus Lupin with an Amortentia would be the perfect solution. Regulus would have no troubles to make some and more to have him on it for the rest of his life but trying to fool the Hanahaki is really dangerous, if it can even be. Even the fair cure by having your feelings returned might be tricky; confessing and being aware of the curse might falsify them and the Hanahaki is quick to hurt.

Regulus has frankly no idea if Lupin even returns Sirius’ feelings but he wouldn’t be surprised that he would confess out of sympathy to prevent his death— although it’s not certain as they are not on speaking terms. Whatever happened is not his concern, despite the curiosity, but it certainly caused the Hanahaki to flourish with a rejection from Lupin. He feels like he shouldn’t not underestimate the flowers. Even if he gets Lupin to requite Sirius’ love, it wouldn’t last long before Sirius catches on and the flowers might come back even fiercer.

Sirius wouldn’t even agree to any of this. Manipulating Lupin is out of the question in this case, even behind his brother’s back, and how the Hanahaki might see through it. Telling Lupin of Sirius’ fate might not make his feelings, if they are of love too, honest enough for the curse. He doesn’t have the time to try and risk his brother’s life. If it has only been two weeks and Sirius is already sprouting full-grown flowers, it means it's growing at an alarming speed. He looks like he is going to drop dead any time soon. Regulus doesn’t feel confident in losing any second.

He has heard and read about this curse before as its origin is a complete mystery - whether it’s a wizard who created it or an innocent reaction of one’s magic at being lovesick. So far, there is nothing new despite all the books he has been looking through today. Without much sleep or feeling like resting, his first destination has been the library hours before the elves start on breakfast.

No words are fit to reassure him or guide him in a direction to cure or at least stop the evolution of the Hanahaki disease. Everyone who had survived was because of a requited love confession.

Obliviating Sirius is a solution despite how drastic it might be. The Hanahaki flowers will die on their own without feelings to be fed on but he will still be living near Lupin for two years and it might come back. Too many memories will be wiped out and everyone is paying attention to Sirius with how loud and exuberant he is for this to be discreet and completely effective as of now.

Regulus closes a book to frustratedly slip it back in its place. Taking control of feelings through magic are mostly theories and he hasn’t read anything worthwhile to his current problem. He could probably get rid of Sirius’ love for Lupin altogether but it could cause many other problems to come with. People have tried to cut off their love to be healed from the Hanahaki but it has never been a success. His brother can not die under any circumstances or become an empty shell– he can find a solution to his madness.

“Regulus.”

At least, it’s not any of his friends. He expected Barty to track him down to figure out why he disappeared before dinner yesterday. While he doesn’t want to talk to any of them currently, he would have picked his friends being insufferable over Snape.

“What do you want?” He asks with a cool look, turning back to the book in his hand.

Regulus has a big suspicion that Snape is related to what broke the Marauders, Sirius’ exile, as he had looked weird for a couple of days. It can’t be a coincidence because of how much he and the Marauders have clashed over the years. He doesn’t really care about their endless fight but he has noticed the way Snape more or less ignores their little gang now instead of asking for a fight like any other day.

“You appear ready to empty the library,” he comments with a pointed look at the pile of books beside him.

“We don’t chat,” he reminds him and finally offers his attention. “What do you want?”

Snape is a Death Eater, if not the first one on the waiting list, and is at the head of every Slytherin ready to join the dark ranks. Perhaps he is out to try to recruit Regulus like he has implied before. His status of Pure-blood has slowly stopped hijacking his authority over most Slytherins but they are all obviously waiting on one sign from Regulus. This is probably why Sirius is planning to run away suddenly now. Their lack of involvement or fake interest won’t be enough to placate their parents for long, not when a possible war is slithering toward them.

“I’m merely curious if you are aware that your brother seems to have disappeared.”

“Has he?”

Snape’s eyes are dangerously sharp and brewing a scheme. His answer doesn’t appear to satisfy him and the slight unease that Regulus has noticed on him since this, apparently decisive, night two weeks ago evades him for a brief second.

“I know you have noticed it.”

“When your brother is as discreet as an Erumpent in heat every second of his life, you learn to keep him out of your mind as long as you can,” he replies and sorts out his books. “Whatever he did to you is not my concern, if you paid proper attention you would notice that we aren’t on speaking terms.”

Regulus needs to be careful. The only reason why he didn’t try to bring his brother back to his dorm is because someone will definitely notice it and the word will spread before they can stop it. His parents will go mad with the idea that he and Sirius are close. If they learn about the Hanahaki disease, they will probably kill him to not have a scandal over it.

“Hello there.”

“Putain,” he spits out through his teeth when he recognizes the voice.

Snape seems to share the sentiment by the glare he offers to James Potter standing behind Regulus with all the cockiness and inflated persona he likes to throw around. The library is usually saved from pests but apparently he picked the wrong day.

Thankfully not many books are worth the effort to bring them back with him so he swiftly casts them to fly back to their spots.

“Potter.”

“Sorry, am I interrupting?”

Regulus eats back his scoff but can’t hold himself back from glancing at him. James isn’t sick but you might wonder by his appearance, which he has noticed quite early on by the lack of his raucous laugh through the Great Hall. Everyone must have noticed it too, with Sirius estranged and the rest of the Marauders tiptoeing around with mute emotions compared to their usual demeanour of the last five years.

James is clearly sleep-deprived but he stands his ground. His eyes have lost their usual shine, edging to something more unfamiliar that Regulus finds no use on someone like James.

He almost looks at him and his eyes not quite soften but it shifts to something more raw. Regulus abruptly takes the three books that might give him some hope and walks away. Any other time he would have roughly bumped into James to get away but he already feels crazy with what went over yesterday.

At least it’s not James. Regulus has this small reassurance – he wouldn’t have known how to react if Sirius had gotten Hanahaki over him and died. For a moment, he pictured himself in his brother’s place, getting sick over love, but this thought quickly perished with the rest of his delusions.

With a deep breath and his stomach digging in hunger, he considers looking for Sirius before grabbing breakfast. The room they have found yesterday, because there is no way by Sirius’ reaction that he knew about it before, is a complete mystery too. Perhaps he could ask a house-elf about it since he has access to the kitchen now.

This will be a mystery for another day. There is no use in puzzling this room if it isn’t to help his brother. What he fears the most is that he is running out of time. Two weeks are long but he has read enough to know that the curse shouldn’t have developed this fast - of course Sirius is a fool and probably loves Lupin more than is necessary.

A hex is at the tip of his tongue before he thinks about it when his arm is abruptly grabbed. He doesn’t know why he hadn’t expected James to follow him.

“Reggie.”

“Let go of me.”

He does quite easily but Regulus still huffs and jerks his arm away with a glare. James has no traces of Quidditch nor does he seem to have been sweating, which doesn’t explain why he is awake so early and alone.

“What did Snape tell you?”

“Why are you speaking to me?”

James scoffs, bloody scoffs, at him which he has perhaps never seen before on him. Except that it quickly dims down to a mute fatigue that appears to frustrate him by the look in his eyes.

“I need to talk to you,” he says with a tentative smile.

“No.”

He steps in front of him before he can try to escape.

“Reggie, please.”

“Do not call me that.”

“Regulus,” James amends but his grin falls.

He is immensely frustrating. Regulus just knew James Potter would be a nightmare once Sirius started to write about him in his letters.

“You didn’t have fun with Snape?”

“Did he tell you something?”

James is truly worried sick by the swift looks he keeps casting around them. It could be because of Snape, which might be the opening Regulus could use to figure out whatever Sirius has done to cause this. At least to piece together if Lupin returning his feelings is a possibility or really a dead end.

“I can’t see how it concerns you,” he answers and cautiously covers the books’ titles in case he has the mind to check them.

“I don’t–” James scrunches up his nose before breathing out. “Listen, I know you were with Sirius last night.”

There is no way James could have followed them. Regulus or Sirius would have noticed it especially when the night had been dead silent outside of their arguments and fighting. It’s obvious the Marauders have their means to get around the school without being spotted but Sirius would have known.

“Really? I doubt it.”

“You were eating in the kitchen with him.”

A house-elf would probably mention it if asked but this possibility is a bit far-stretched considering James would have to make the effort and have the thought to even ask. Perhaps he is keeping an eye on Sirius like that. Regulus finds it a bit hypocritical when James hasn’t talked to his brother in weeks.

“I didn’t want to get dinner last night, that’s why I didn’t go to the Great hall,” he says. “I don’t even have access to the kitchen.”

“I know you were with Sirius,” James argues. “I just want you to tell me if he is alright.”

“Alright?” Regulus scoffs and digs his nails into one of the books. “You want to know if Sirius is alright when you share classes, a dorm and perhaps a bed with how you two wankers can’t let go of each other one second?”

James blinks sheepishly and his throat weakly croaks out before his lips purse enough to lose their colours.

“It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated? That’s rich coming from you,” he argues with glare.

“It’s not about me! But I can’t just ignore what— did he tell you anything?”

“I do not know anything about whatever mess you four created.”

He looks absolutely relieved and it makes Regulus furious to see how he takes his words as the whole truth without thinking twice– but worse is how whatever secret they are guarding appears to be more precious than Sirius.

Any other day, he would have thought about his wand and all the hexes he could picture in one second but he must be more afflicted than he thought as he roughly pushes James against the wall. This surprises both of them and for once. It's enough to shut James' famous big mouth from retorting. Actually, he seems to be also running out of air.

“Re-”

“Shut it,” he hisses and tightens his grip around his badly knotted tie, clearly he hasn’t woken up in a good mood, to trap him further against the stone. “You are the worst Potter. You stole my brother before throwing him away and now, poor you are playing all innocent and coy with me?”

James shakes his head and all the shock has washed away to panic. “What? I didn’t-”

“Did I say you could speak?” Regulus warns and feels himself slipping out of his usual control. Thankfully, he appears to have understood not to cut him again. “Do not come to me to plead for you and even less begging to know about Sirius. If I did see him or even talk to him it is none of your concern but I can assure you that you can scramble back to your friends without worrying about your secret because I’m sure Sirius will not whisper it even dead in his grave.”

“Let’s not exaggerate-”

“You lost him. And believe me, I won’t let you near him again if I can help it,” he feverishly warns, slapping James just in the right way with his words, but he still needs to take a breath to not spill out everything. “Sirius could have murdered someone and I would not let go of him because I know him. This is my brother who is too impulsive and brazen for his own good, which is why I know that whatever he has done must be incredibly stupid. Whatever he did is probably something he didn’t think through properly with a good twisted reason. You stole him for five years and whatever made you sick of him is good omen to me.”

“I’m not sick of Sirius,” he argues, finally aggravated but doesn’t push him, only stands his ground despite the hand close enough to claw his throat.

Regulus has many thoughts running through his head. Simply James being near him, their absent distance, breathing mingling and warning each other to not mind themselves upon this strange edge. It leaves him winded and almost broken at the realisation he can’t handle any of this.

He lets go, which surprises James by how he almost slumps, and quickly steps back.

“Please, your main problem is whether Sirius is spilling whatever stupid secret your lot has,” he sneers and exhales sharply through his nose. “Do not come near me or talk to me ever again. Next time I will hex your guts through your ears.”

Before he rounds the corner, Regulus tries to take a look as naturally as possible behind him. James hasn’t moved to his spot, at all, but he doesn’t wait to see if he glances in his direction to quickly walk away.

Regulus has let himself go. He tried to prepare himself for the whole– James Potter’s thing, as he might stick to Sirius but he has been caught by surprise again. A big part of him held some hope that James hadn’t truly turned his back on his brother. It’s not his concern and Regulus doesn’t feel up to pushing Sirius to tell, not when he is so obviously tortured over it and dying, but he can figure it out by himself.

Snape is probably involved, especially if he went as far as reaching out to Regulus for Sirius. They aren’t on bad terms but also not on good ones, both aware that they might work together one day, but it doesn’t mean they have to connect. He could be the reason for the downfall of Sirius, completely fooling the Marauders, but the way Snape retracted at the sight of James doesn’t fit with this theory. Either way if he is looking for Sirius it can’t be for anything good. While his brother can perfectly defend himself it’s probably not going to be helped in any way.

Whilst Snape is a sneaky one, Regulus can keep an eye out on his whereabouts, the most bothersome one is James. It’s obvious that the Marauders know their way around the castle and also how to hide but Sirius should have noticed him then. He is hiding as much as his so-called friends are ignoring him. What Regulus would like to know is since when James had been here– did he see Sirius in the toilet? The flowers? The torture? Just to ignore all of it. He is probably more concerned about Regulus being close to Sirius.

The thought disgusts him. At this point, he will take what he can get to forget about James even if it means completely destroying his shiny picture and indirectly influencing Sirius.

His brother is not present for breakfast and probably not hiding at another spot or table than the Gryffindor’s one. Lupin is eating breakfast beside Pettigrew. The latter appears to try to have a conversation with him but doesn’t get much response. They are beside Evans who doesn’t seem as careful as Pettigrew but she can clearly see that something is wrong. Potter joins them soon enough, still looking as messy as when Regulus left him. It’s a bit out of character for him. Not that he is perfectly up to the dressing code but compared to Sirius it’s far better.

Regulus takes a breath in as he watches Evans striking a conversation with him. They aren’t happy, clearly trying to be cheerful by how Potter throws smiles around, but they don’t want to attract attention compared to any other days two weeks ago. It’s ridiculous that Sirius gets the Hanahaki disease, over someone who doesn’t seem to care about him by his intense focus on his food, while James Potter has been throwing his undying love at Lily Evans who has always rejected him. This is unfair.

Not that he would wish that on James.

“What crawled in your bed for you to have this face so early in the morning?” Emmeline asks and makes a grabby hand to get Evan to pass over the plate with warm patisserie.

Regulus scoffs at her but his eyes don’t quite move from his target.

“He is sitting in front of Barty, this is probably why,” Dorcas mocks.

“Shut up,” Barty replies, flipping her off. “You are the one hanging out every day with the year below because you don’t have any friends.”

“You ought to not come to Hogsmeade this weekend or no one will find your body,” she warns.

“Reg, did something happen?” Evan asks. “Is that why you disappeared last night without getting dinner?”

“Shagged someone?”

Pandora gasps beside Barty, in front of her brother. “Did you?”

“No.”

“Something fun?”

“Nothing is going on.”

Regulus focuses on spreading jam over his bread but he can feel all his friends all looking at him. He can’t tell them about Sirius without explaining one way or another that he is dying, plus they are all persistent and smart enough to figure out what is the curse. His brother wouldn’t enjoy that and be even more difficult than he already is.

“Reg?” Evan insists.

He offers a glance but nothing else. Barty and him won’t stop pestering him about his absence last night because it has never been Regulus’ style. Sometimes he goes out to stargaze but he disappeared too early for that so they must have figured out that it’s out of his habits.

“Snape asked me about Sirius.”

“Why?”

“Does he want to shag him?”

“Barty it’s not always about shagging,” Emmeline says.

“It should be. Everyone would be less cranky. I’m talking about you Reggie.”

“I will curse your bed curtains to strangle you.”

“Well, your brother has been pretty quiet.”

“Yesterday McGonagall asked to talk to him after class,” Dorcas comments.

“What did she say?” Regulus asks.

“I figure it was to remind him that he should focus on class but I’m not sure,” she says. “But she seemed genuinely worried.”

Let Sirius be a favourite to a professor like McGonagall, he would scoff again if all his friends weren’t watching him closely.

“Too busy staring at McKinnon were you?” Emmeline whispers and quietly chuckles behind her cup.

“No. I just didn’t think I needed to stay behind to eavesdrop on their conversation.”

“Is it about him, Reggie?” Pandora asks with a look behind her shoulder at the Gryffindor table. “He didn’t make up with his friends yet?”

Regulus shrugs. “I suppose not. Snape asked me if I knew about his whereabouts.”

“And?”

“I don’t know anything about him and I’m happy about it.”

His friends don’t fully believe him but they aren’t alone enough to ask more about it at the moment, even if Barty insists by kicking and rubbing his foot against him before Regulus loses his patience by almost kicking him in his balls. Sirius doesn’t show up at breakfast and Regulus doesn’t want to give any hints to his friends so he keeps his eyes to himself.

Without the time to go check out on his brother because of the classes, his whole day is spent working on theories on how to get rid of the Hanahaki disease. His friends might actually help but he would have to give too many details for Sirius to be comfortable, that’s what he assumes for now and he would rather be too safe than not enough.

It’s different. Regulus has often wondered about Sirius over the years despite their close proximity. Usually, it’s about old memories and how they lost their importance, rotten by the sourness of their distance and difference, especially considering how better his brother seems to be. There is no mistake that Regulus doesn’t want to be Sirius, to be at the centre of the attention and trying so hard to break rules that nothing seems to matter to him at this point, which just makes him sick by the idea of it. Regulus is grateful that his brother is the embodiment of loud and brash because it leaves him free of his parents’ overbearing attention, anything he might come up with will never be as outrageous as Sirius. Though their certain attraction to men appears mutual which might make their parents outraged enough to kick Regulus too.

His brother is now dying. Fully embracing it by how the look of it and Regulus is convinced he can still read him well despite barely holding a conversation even back at home. Sirius admitting that he planned to run away is a clear sign that he has given up on it– which in itself also means that he doesn’t see himself living long enough to even try to get out of here. The risk is huge and Regulus finds himself terrified just at the thought and their parents’ reaction if it ever came to happen.

To be honest, he doesn’t know how he would have reacted if Sirius asked him to flee with him. Regulus is conscious of the path prepared by his parents but he also never thought of another option. Sirius is brave but also crazy. He runs with something that Regulus never got, an unattainable dream, and nothing can get him to change his mind. Of this, he might be jealous.

Regulus doesn’t quite know what he wants to become and whenever he tries, it always leads him back to Grimmauld Place, Pure-blood traditions, suffocating dinners and hatred served as a dessert. At least he has a home. Perhaps he has a lack of will.

“Sirius!” Someone hisses and Regulus quickly slows down to quieten his steps. “You need to talk to me.”

To his luck, he is behind them and can sneak a glance to recognize one of the Gryffindor’s girls - the one Sirius is always hanging out with and have many rumours about being a couple with: Marlene McKinnon. Regulus is by himself, which would annoy Dorcas because she is completely smitten and would try anything to have any sort of contact with McKinnon, but he has been looking for Sirius so he skillfully lost all his friends by saying he needs to train for Quidditch. Dorcas would have come but he knew she was too busy with an essay for her Charm class.

“I can’t,” Sirius argues and for once he tries to keep his voice down as much as possible. “I told you, I can’t.”

One could mistake Marlene trying to mug or intimidate him by how she stands her ground and doesn’t let Sirius side-step her from his spot against the wall. He isn’t relaxed, there is an obvious tension, but it seems more about anyone walking on this. Regulus stays behind the corner of the corridor and checks on anyone who might come around - they are near where they found the door leading to the hidden room.

“Wha– Sirius, what is going on? You haven’t been around our dorm at all, do you even change?”

“I’m fine. It’s better like that, alright?”

“I’m worried about you,” Marlene exclaims and ignores his shushing. “We all are but the lads don’t want to tell us about what happened.”

“Because it’s personal.”

“Personal, my ass. You look sick, are you? I haven’t seen you at the Great Hall either. Tell me that you are eating at least.”

“I’m bloody fine Marl’, just forget about me okay?”

“I’m not forgetting about you! Whatever happened between you and your boyfriends, it’s hurting you all and I don’t know if you’re being stupid boys who avoid talking about their feelings or something really bad.”

“Marlene, we really shouldn’t be talking,” Sirius mutters and there is a big rustle before it quiets down. “I don’t want you to get into this. It’s my fault and I’m just– letting them have their space.”

“Something happened with Remus, right?” She asks without losing any of her perseverance. “Don’t try to play dumb, I can see right through it. James and Peter are on tip-toes around him and he was barely talking without snapping until a week ago.”

“Is he– how is he?”

“You are asking me about Remus?” McKinnon articulates in disbelief. “Sirius, you are nowhere! Where do you sleep? Are you eating? I can see that everyone is worried.”

“I’m fine.”

“Why aren’t you coming back to the dorm then?”

“I don’t want to.”

“What about Quidditch? Why were you kicked off? Our first match of the year is this week-end against Slytherin”

“You’ll kill it, I’m sure.”

“You really are not playing anymore?” She asks, sounding completely stumped, and loudly exhales through her nose at whatever is his reaction.

Laughters echo down the corridor, rendering them dead silent. Regulus stays put, waiting for a few seconds as he realises the footsteps are coming this way, before rounding the corner to check on his brother and his friend. Sirius is nowhere to be seen just like his friend but he still hurries with the hope to have a glimpse of his direction.

McKinnon must have walked away because she hasn’t followed him. His brother is facing one of the many windows of the corridor, offering a perfect view over the Great Lake, and he doesn’t look exactly worse but Regulus can see that he isn’t feeling better either. At least he showered. His hair really needed it.

“Your friend worries about you.”

Sirius glances at him without surprise but still checks that they are alone. “Marlene is sniffing out gossip, nothing else.”

“Sure,” Regulus says to not pry on the obvious lie. “Aren’t you cold? You don’t even have your cloak on.”

“I’m hot so I run hot.”

“This is a very bad joke.”

“You have no humour.”

He kicks him in the shin and Sirius hisses in pain before shoving into him. Regulus glares at his grin.

“What do you want?” He asks and wisely steps back to lean against alcove. “Can’t get enough of me?”

“Ah, you have always understood me perfectly,” Regulus drawls. “Are you really out of the Quidditch team?”

Truthfully, he heard about it but figured he would be back in it after a moment. Sirius rolls his eyes but he is clearly not happy about it by how he crosses his arms and looks at the landscape.

“Whatever.”

Sirius enjoys Quidditch but not as much. What he prefers is probably the team spirit, playing with people, the adrenaline of flying and people cheering on. Regulus is far more into it - though the fame doesn’t matter to him. His brother probably got brought into it by James.

“Snape asked me about you.”

“What?!” He pulls him closer with a rabid tremor in his hands. His eyes are sunken with anxiety and can’t focus on him by how far they shrink - Regulus believes he might have a heart attack. “What– what did he say?”

“Nothing,” he replies without another second. “He asked me if I knew where you were but I told him to sod off.”

“He came to you?”

One thing he always had trouble with is following the myriad of emotions that rushes through Sirius in just a blink. The fear is still here but it got quickly eaten by the fury and a brim of protection.

“He didn’t do anything,” Regulus says with the most poised tone he can manage without sarcasm. “I know how to defend myself, Sirius. But I’m not sure you can right now. Whatever happened has him in the story, right?”

His brother squints at him and his grip softens. “He only asked for me?”

“Yes.” Sirius’s breathing slows down and his teeth finally let go of his bottom lip. He seems completely drained out as he lands back against the curved wall sheltering the window. Regulus has rarely seen him like this; even at home Sirius stays as emotionless as possible outside from their punishment sessions. “You still won’t tell me what this is about?”

“It’s not about me.”

“Now it is since Snape went as far to talk to me,” he replies. “Which means that it somehow includes you.”

“Reg-”

“Do I need to remind you of what is constricting your lungs until you die?”

“Shut it,” he hisses with haunted eyes jumping all around them.

“You’re that worried that your so-called friends’ secret gets out?”

“It’s not–” Sirius exhales with a gnaw on his lips, completely devouring and leaving them bruised like a bloody gut. “It’s not just a secret. It’s important– and I destroyed all of it.”

“Sirius, I’m not asking you to spill everything but you’re already in a difficult situation.”

“There is nothing difficult,” he argues.

“I’m not letting you die,” Regulus roughly warns.

His brother chastises him with a glare but he won’t play the secret thing to please him - not when he doesn’t help.

“What are you really doing here?”

“Don’t-”

“As if you would have noticed if I disappeared,” Sirius cuts and straightens his shoulders with no shame. “Don’t try to act like you’re looking out for me. We don’t talk, not even at home when the best chatterbox is a decrepit house-elf that would clean our butts with his tongue if he could.”

“Don’t talk like that about Kreacher.”

“Right, right, you’re his precious favourite.”

“If you talked to him like he wasn’t stupid maybe he would be nicer to you.”

“Why would I lose time trying to speak with our parents’ mad puppet?”

“Is that what you think of me too?” Regulus asks. “Why you decided to forget about me and get another brother?”

“I didn’t forget about you,” he snaps. “Prongs isn’t a replacement.”

“Because he is so great that you can’t even compare us? Sorry to remind you that I exist.”

Sirius glares. “You know it’s not like that. I never replaced you.”

“But you do think I am just like our parents,” Regulus argues with no quiver despite the wave of nausea itching up to his throat. “Because I’m a Slytherin and not a chivalrous, legendary, Gryffindor like you?”

“Really? You think I’m this stupid?”

“No, but I remember how you looked when I got sorted,” he spits back. Sirius had kindly spared a bit of his attention to his brother when Regulus boarded in the Hogwarts Express, forcing him to try to mingle with his new-found friends called the Marauders, up until he stared at Regulus like he betrayed him once the Choosing Hat was off. “Disappointed, betrayed, you looked at me exactly like that just for ending up in Slytherin.”

“You didn’t want to talk to me,” he accuses. “You always ignored me and I never cared in what house you-“

“You still didn’t say otherwise,” Regulus retorts with no shame despite the anger throbbing in his brows. “You do believe that I’m a Pureblood lunatic like your parents.”

“Well I never heard or saw you do otherwise.”

It isn’t a low blow exactly. Sirius is right, somehow, as Regulus never acted up like him or came face to face to their parents to express disagreements or arguments over their daily eulogy of Pureblood’s supremacy and the antipathy toward the rest of the world. They are the opposite - Sirius would argue for the sake of arguing and his lack of restraints while Regulus is conscious that it would be useless to argue with them, no matter his thoughts on the matter.

He hasn’t paid a real intention to any of it until he got to Hogwarts. To him it had been weird to be without the constant piercing eyes of their parents and it’s not correct but he felt lost without their guidance. He learnt enough here to know not to follow their ideas but there is still a part of him that sees them as their parents— a silly hope that they are harsh but fair when time comes. Their politics and veneration of Pureblood isn’t a part of Regulus anymore, just a formality to stay under their roof and to not be confronted by the large unknown if he turns his back to them like Sirius so openly does.

“You wouldn’t have asked me to run off with you,” he supposes with a heavy knot in his throat. “Despite what you told me.”

“You have this creepy collage of Voldemort’s articles on your walls.”

Regulus swallows down the shock, mute and lacking the nerves to feel it. The pitiful part of him wants to scream at him that he was never allowed in his room, especially with the explicit sign: Do Not Enter Without the Express Permission of Regulus Arcturus Black, but Sirius is aware of it.

“It is not what you think.”

“Oh please either you are a follower of him or have a bloody crush on him,” Sirius scoffs in disgust.

Regulus can’t lie about the admiration he had over Voldemort - not when their parents always praised and congratulated the wizard over every single thing despite not quite meeting him yet. It’s all about surviving is what Orion Black would tell when Regulus had only been 12 years old with a brain eager to be fed. Walburga Black would tell that it is more than that, a resurgence - la renaissance - of real wizards and fighting off the Muggles’ control over them. Regulus only saw a promise of freedom and a certain hope of control over his future by starting to fetch any crumb of information over Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. His parents approved and have planned for him to join their ranks as soon as he finishes his studies at Hogwarts.

Except that he isn’t 14 anymore, where he has stayed unaware of the real impacts and torments over everything that isn’t Pureblood. Evan and Pandora discovered they were long lost twins, the latter being thrown away to not have another heir with the belief that a man will always be stronger than a woman; or the fate of Kreacher despite being as smart as anyone else in their house, only because he isn’t a wizard. Regulus would like to say he has become smarter over all of this but it still took him time to truly evaluate what his belief might create, how it will impact his life and the persons he loves. He is only hit with these realisations when he is back home and nursed back to their ‘traditions’.

“Not anymore,” he opts to say but his mouth stays dry. “I’m not as loud as you but it doesn’t me-”

“Reggie, it’s your life,” Sirius impatiently interrupts and leaves the alcove. “You do whatever you want.”

“Just listen-”

“I really need to be alone right now, alright?”

Regulus grows desperate over the need to fight but his words are tangled at the thoughts that Sirius won’t understand them. He wouldn’t have run away with Sirius, not because he wants to join the Death Eaters, but because Regulus doesn’t know anything outside of their parents. None of his friends are able to help him, perhaps in secret but he is painfully aware of how risky it is. Going with Sirius means to be pushed into this world that feels ready to spit out Regulus at any hint of weakness.

“Sirius…”

“I’m not coming back to Grimmauld Place during the break,” he says with his back completely turned to him. Regulus wants to see his face but doesn’t dare to touch him.

“Are you staying here?” It might be difficult for him to do so too with their parents but Regulus will ignore their letters. “Or to the Potters’?”

“No. I’m going— nowhere.”

“What?”

Sirius turns, looking like he got shot. “I can’t go back there.”

It’s obvious how their parents will react if they discover Sirius is cursed, especially with something as frivolous as the Hanahaki disease. There are a myriad of possibilities on what they might do to stop it— brainwashing, clawing out Sirius’ feelings and his entire being to mold him back into a perfect son, perhaps they will even let him die without blinking or fasten the process with a swift of their wands. Regulus takes a breath at the thought.

“And Potter won’t help you anymore?”

He shrugs. “Even if he did, I’m not going there to die.”

“Sirius, you won’t-”

“Reggie, let’s be honest,” he cuts with a staggering crack in his voice. “There is no cure. You’re brilliant, I’m not blind, but there is no way you will figure out a cure for this when so many people have already tried.”

He scoffs. “You-”

“I don’t want you to lose your mind over this,” Sirius enunciates with his words carefully pronounced as if to talk with a newborn. “I don’t want to go to Grimmauld Place even without Walburga and Orion’s usual crap. I’m going to disappear, alright? I get to pick where I want to die.”

“But I don’t want you to die,” Regulus blurts out.

He never dreamed because he never needed to. They had everything a child could ask for: a roof above their head, food, comfy furniture with their own space, an opulent heritage and ever-present parental figures who have prepared a clear path in life for them. To Regulus, there wasn’t a need to escape. Over time he has recognized that a cage will still be a cage no matter how well-decorated or how taken care of he might be— Sirius might have been smarter because he realised it faster than him and tried to sneak past the hefty bars to reach the outside. Regulus never quite understood where he was trying to go, why he would leave their comfortable life when they have everything they could need for. Everything seemed perfectly natural; they weren’t in a competition but both of them were jealous of each other and their parents compared them like new furniture needing some work - naturally to Regulus’ young mind. How else would they know who is stronger between them two? The question had never been about why such a thing matters.

Perhaps he is too naive. Once Sirius broke out, as much as he could, Regulus was left at a loss because to him it didn’t make sense. His brother did tell him once that he is too soft, ready to be sculpted into whatever their parents would, and Regulus only realised his point a year or two ago.

It feels like it’s too late.

Sirius stares at him with an unashamed surprise and a lack of words that leave his eyes weeping. Regulus feels his own body stunned and thrown through too many thoughts, feelings, hopes. He will never be a dreamer like his brother but now it feels like they swapped their places and Regulus is standing with no weapons.

They are brothers, up until Sirius found his escape within the shape of one James Fleamont Potter, and Regulus held on to this jealousy and incomprehension to be spiteful - hoping that Sirius will run back to him despite their nonexistent brotherhood. It obviously backfired and he wants to believe that Sirius also regrets how easily they fell apart and react like they are sworn nemesis now. Perhaps if Regulus has understood faster the path their parents have prepared for him does clash against who he is, something he understood through his friends over the years, then they wouldn’t be fighting over something like that.

“I need to go.”

“Sirius-”

“Regulus, I really need to be alone right now.”

He lets him go, only for the defeat in his brother’s voice. They aren’t ready to argue, not without digging up open graves to confront each other with their requited bitterness. Regulus would like to ignore all of this, sorely to focus on finding a cure for Sirius, but they won’t go anywhere without talking. It helps to think that his brother might die to hold back his pretence of not caring about his brother; though he actually can’t help it with how bad Sirius looks. It’s driving him mad how he can’t seem to make any progress. Sirius is no help and would rather be left dead than listen to him.

Regulus goes to the Quidditch field, feeling like he has the right to try to clear out his mind and frustration - as much as he wishes to take it out on Sirius because he is a real wanker when it’s his life on the line. He doesn’t even take out a snitch to rush after it, only letting himself fly by his mood.

Sirius seems to have also cut off his friends, even the ones apparently not concerned by whatever happened to his little squad, which is probably for the best if Regulus helps him. He hadn’t thought about it, outside of not bringing Sirius to the Slytherin dorm, but this could easily drift back to their parents’ ears and they won’t be happy to hear that Regulus is talking to him. He needs to stay discreet and he considers talking to one of the professors such as McGonagall but they are still under their parents’ thumbs, no matter if they are at school or not.

Before figuring out a cure, he will first need to get through Sirius’ thick skull. Regulus wouldn’t hesitate to force it down his throat or pluck the flowers himself but Sirius will not back down from being difficult. He is truly worried that his brother might disappear any minute just to spite him and die in some sort of redemption. There is James Potter who, despite worrying like a coward instead of asking Sirius, might be of help if Regulus really can’t talk to Sirius— but it’s his brother.

He knows him better than anyone. No one will help better than him.

Letting Sirius have his space is for now the best option despite how anxious it makes Regulus. His brother already has a lot on his mind and adding his Hanahaki disease being known by him certainly doesn’t help; what he said about them not knowing each other isn’t a complete lie nor a truth. It feels like they have never talked that much up until yesterday.

He needs to piece together a way to have more time for a proper cure. There are several wizards and witches who have written and studied the Hanahaki before that he can try to write to for more insight but this might take at least another week. Without adding in the fact that the fall break is around the corner and Sirius will definitely follow his promise on disappearing. Coming to Grimmauld Place won’t help his condition and if their parents learn about it— there is no cure to death.

Even if he gets more time and Sirius’ collaboration, it would all end once they are sent back home for the break. Their parents wouldn’t allow Regulus to stay behind at Hogwarts even if he promises it’s to study, which means he will have to go back home and find a way to still help Sirius if he doesn’t disappear without a last word. James Potter could probably drag him to his home even if they aren’t quite on talking terms. Regulus would be stupid to believe James would leave Sirius with no option - though the furthest he is from him, the happier he will be.

None of Regulus’ friends could shelter them. Pandora still lives at an orphanage despite Evan’s many offers for her to come back home - without mentioning that their father is still unaware of her. The Rosiers are too close to his parents to be certain that it won’t reach their ears and Barty’s house will cause too many complications. Dorcas might be of help but Regulus fears that his parents might still hear about it if another Slytherin notices it. There aren’t many Slytherins who don’t pry into others’ business and a lot would jump on the chance to have dirt on them two. Dorcas would keep the secret but anyone might spot them at the train station leaving with her.

The shower doesn’t help him to properly piece all his thoughts together but he needs it. At least he is soothed for a long minute. He opts to start by the most urgent matter: the fast evolution of the Hanahaki. Without a way to slow it down, Sirius could easily die before even winter starts. Two weeks and he is already coughing up flowers, it should at least take a few months to get up to that point. The curse has probably been there all this time, infiltrating his lungs, before the rejection triggered the bloom. Sirius is probably not eager to share about it so he hasn’t asked but Regulus supposes he has been thinking Lupin doesn’t like him back for a moment already.

It all comes down to feelings. There are ways to get rid of it but it’s incredibly dangerous and Sirius might never come back from the toll. Even if he manages to apply the curse to someone else, simply moving it, the flowers will continue to bloom in Sirius because he will still feel the love. Making Sirius fall in love with someone else is near impossible considering the Hanahaki curse doesn’t happen from a ‘simple’ love. Regulus has no clue if Lupin likes him back but he would think so from the few times he watched them around each other.

Sometimes curses can be countered with another one, cured by being eaten by a stronger magic, but Regulus isn’t sure it could work on the Hanahaki. Though there might be a way to weaken it through that, the question is if it will impact Sirius’ being and his feelings. Which means that using a curse to counter it or to give it to someone else are ideas probably not worth exploring. There aren’t many ways to discard a curse but there are ways to share it– he only recalls it when he is almost back to the castle.

Pureblood weddings have many traditions and blessings that are simply intricate ties to be sure of no divorce or any affair to break the families’ alliance. They are shown as the promise of eternal, undying and infinite love but Regulus has read enough about them to see through the lies. They are harmless curses up until the moment one of the spouses tries to break their vows.

More than often they try to get rid of their other half - poisoning, cursing, if not a desperate murder. The more unwilling someone was, the more intricate the wedding ties would be; the perfect Pureblood weddings. If Sirius ends up linked with one of these nuptial blessings then the Hanahaki will grow inside the other half too. The link is made to be a replica, to ensure that if anything were to happen they would occur and evolve at the same time to not leave any hope to the spouse who tries to escape the marriage.

There is a simple way to break them but just like to be made, you need a Pureblood to cast it which can be hard to come by. Especially when both families forced them together in the first place. With that, the Hanahaki will be distracted as it will have to develop into the other spouse but it will be completely ineffective if there is no unrequited love to feed on. The feelings won't be replicated which means nothing for the curse to get a hold on. It’s risky but can be easily cancelled if it doesn’t work.

“Still stuck in your head, Reg?”

Regulus purses his lips, tension running through his shoulders as the words he has prepared catch up to him. He glances at Evan who just came back from the bathroom of the Slytherin’s house. Barty shouldn’t be far but Regulus would rather keep this quiet for now.

“I actually need your help.”

His friend pauses in putting on his new shirt to look at him. Regulus charms the door of their dorm close and muffled to be sure no one hears it. It surprises Evan by the frown on his face.

“Is it related to your brother?”

“Am I obvious?” He wonders out loud as he returns to his bed, facing Evan, to grab on the book he has been studying.

He shrugs and finally finishes buttoning up his shirt to go to the Great Hall for dinner. “A bit. Though it’s probably more that your brother appears to have disappeared but you didn’t seem to mind up until now.”

Regulus has noticed it but supposed that Sirius was busy sulking or hiding after the downfall with his friends.

“Things have changed.”

“Tell me,” Evan says with a small helpful smile.

Contrary to what one would expect with only a look– Evan Rosier is a real snake. They have met before Hogwarts during one of the many Pureblood gatherings but without really getting along. He is smart and cunning, perfectly hiding all the cards up his sleeve. His appearance leads many people to underestimate him as his eyes shelter the crazy edge brewing there, contrary to Barty, and his face rests in a somewhat smile, whilst Regulus never really tried to cover his forever scowl. The perfect cover especially compared to any other Pureblood. He has always been smart enough to play the ‘simple-minded’ boy without minding the hits to his ego. Regulus probably wouldn’t be able to digest that.

He has heard many rumours about his good manners and how Evan ‘can not be one of these betraying snakes’ but it’s only because he has been prepared to play with people’s strings to make his ambitions and wishes real. No one appears to see through it which lets him have a fantastic reputation even outside of their house.

“I will need you to cast one of the nuptial blessings.”

Evan is shocked but quickly closes his mouth before getting ridiculous. “Pardon?”

“I can only ask you because you’re the only other Pureblood I would trust and I can’t do it myself.”

“What is this even for?”

“Not exactly for me but I will be one of the– half. A spouse.”

He croaks a reply and is obviously rummaging to find any sort of answer despite Regulus handing him the book opened on the page with the most effective nuptial blessing.

“This… Merlin’s balls. Why would you do that? And with who?” He asks in disbelief. “Have you actually lost your mind about James and need my help to get married to him illegally?”

Regulus glares at him furiously despite the vibrant blush overcoming him. “I’m not! I will never– who told you that?!”

“Pandora. She thinks if you stare at James any longer you will completely lose the plot and scheme.”

She is probably feeling his upcoming revenge but no matter Regulus will make her regret this thought, especially if she went as far as telling it - meaning she is very proud or amused or both.

“I have no intention of marrying this lunatic,” he hisses and clears his throat. “It’s for Sirius.”

Evan obviously waits for a sign that he is joking but his face loses any form of teasing or satisfaction. He looks as disgusted as Regulus feels about marrying his brother. The reason behind it might be worth it though.

“Are you mad?”

“Sirius is dying,” he blurts out before he can be stopped. “I’m not doing this by pleasure and he will probably fight me over this. I can’t tell you exactly what is happening but he is cursed– and will die soon. I’m afraid I won’t find a cure, which means I need time and this nuptial link will distract the curse hopefully enough to give me time up until winter to stop it.”

He wets his lips and turns back to his bed to gather himself. Without having to look he can read loud and clear the disapprovement in Evan. It’s expected.

“Are you sure he is cursed?”

“Yes.”

“What is the curse?”

“I’m not telling.”

“Then I’m not helping.”

“Evan-”

“No Reggie, you listen to me,” he argues, walking up to him with the book in one hand and an incredulous look on his face. “Do you listen to yourself? He has a curse killing him and you want to share it with him? Do you want to die?”

“It won’t affect me.”

Evan snaps his tongue and closes the book to throw it on Regulus’ bed. He brushes a hand through his borderline white hair before crossing his arms with a glance at the closed door.

“You can’t be sure of that, especially if you don’t even want to tell me what it is.”

“It’s Sirius’ life,” Regulus points out. “He never expected someone to figure out what’s happening to him. I only did by coincidence which I’m sure annoys him a lot already. I’m not going to make it worse by telling more people.”

“Why do you help him?”

This isn’t anything he expected to hear. He meets Evan’s eyes, their sharp edge doesn’t go as far as softening but at least he is honest about his question. Regulus hasn’t even considered that he could not help Sirius.

It’s true that he has never truly spoken about him in a real brotherly way. To be fair, they never really had a good relationship and Regulus is painfully aware of it. It seems that no matter the time or where they are, it has never helped their tension. Perhaps it comes from their parents and the way they grew up but– Regulus hadn’t asked himself if he should even help Sirius.

“It never crossed my mind to not help him,” he admits with a flat voice as he remembers his own words when he found Sirius head down the toilet. “Despite everything, he is my brother.”

Evan takes a deep breath and walks through their room aimlessly. “Is that why he is hiding?”

“Partly.”

“Do you really want to help him?”

“Wouldn’t you if it was Pandora?”

“Pandora and I are different,” he argues with a glare, the one that always comes up whenever it touches the subject of his previous lost twin. “We didn’t know each other until three years ago. You two have known each other your whole life and never got along.”

Regulus purses his lips. “I’m aware.” Painfully so. “But this changes everything and I wouldn’t live with myself if he dies.”

“So what? His upcoming death solves all your problems?”

“No.”

“Regulus, aren’t you scared he is playing with you?” Evan asks with his voice dripping in worry. “This suddenly happens out of nowhere, when he is left behind by all his friends, and probably turns to you until he finds someone else's help.”

“Sirius wants to die,” he cuts. Evan stares at him but he needs to take several deep breaths before digesting what he just said. His head falls into his hands after flexing his cold fingers to feel his bones. “I found him by chance yesterday and I had to fight to get any sort of answer from him. If this hadn’t happened, he would have probably ran to the Forbidden Forest so no one finds his corpse. One way or another, he doesn’t want my help in the first place because he feels like he deserves it.”

“Deserves to die?”

“Yes.”

It takes his friend a short minute to sigh and sit at his side on the bed with a light, careful, hand on Regulus’ shoulder.

“Will you really not tell me what this curse is?”

He looks up at him with a pursed smile. “I can promise you that the curse won’t affect me. It actually might give us more time, hopefully. If not– we will break the tie.”

“And he agrees to this idea?”

“I have not told him yet. We talked a bit today but we quickly argued… And I need to be careful that no one notices that we are in contact.”

Evan stares at him for a moment. “Do you really want to go this far for him? What happens when he dies or doesn’t?”

“He won’t,” Regulus repeats because never will he accept the opposite ending. “We are probably going to fight a lot and he is already tiring me out. To be completely fair, I might kill him myself if he doesn’t start to listen to me.”

“Again, why would you do all of this?” He asks with no judgement but still a drip of incomprehension. “I would do everything for Pandora, as crazy as your idea is, but you don’t have your relationship.”

“Have you ever considered her death?”

Evan startles with wide eyes. His taught demeanour is forgotten despite that he relied on it all his life.

“What do you mean?”

“I have never thought– of the possibility of Sirius dying,” Regulus articulates and wipes his sweaty hands on his knees. “It’s nonsense. We’re Blacks, one of the most powerful families in the wizarding world, with no worries about money or status over the rest of time and I thought this means we will never die. Except that it’s not the case and I shouldn’t have been this fooled.”

“That’s what we are taught,” Evan thankfully comments. “Us Purebloods will never have to worry about anything.”

“Exactly,” he breathes out. “But Sirius is dying. Dying. Which means I won’t ever see him again, even from afar, nor will I hear about some rumours or another of his foolish accomplishments through the corridors. What will happen to his affairs? Our parents might burn them and I wouldn’t even know what to expect if I truly looked in his room. What is his favourite item? I don’t think it’s a book and I’m not stupid enough to believe it’s one of the half-naked posters he brought from the Muggle world.”

His friend lays down on his bed with no request and clears his throat after a deep breath. “I never thought about this.”

“Me neither until now. It could be my fault, his, our parents or many things together but it’s my last chance to try which I never thought would happen. I miss him and I feel insane because he is right there.”

“You want to save him to spend time with him?”

Regulus sobs and feels Evan immediately reaching out to him before he even feels his tears coming up. “I can’t picture living without Sirius,” he gasps out but snatches any unnecessary words. “Which is why I need you to use one of these nuptial blessings to get more time.”

Barty is kicking at the door, furiously, probably been doing it for a moment now but they barely hear his shouts to be let in.

“Alright,” Evan agrees and tightens his grip on his shoulder as a last reassurance. “Do you think you will manage to make him agree to it?”

“No but these marriage vows do not need consent and I will hex him if he fights back.”

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theelvenhaven · 1 year

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Dating Maeglin

Navigating his C-PTSD

Request: Maybe headcanons about his potential journey with cPTSD? Maybe this is the better hc idea than the previous one, how did their culture integrate someone with his background into society? I feel like he had unique circumstances compared to most and their understanding of childhood PTSD wasn’t as great as ours (we still have work to do too ofc). I’d be curious how he navigated the challenges and misunderstandings he got from people with normal family backgrounds. We know he was loved and adopted by Turgon but I suspect he had a lot of lingering resentment and felt “apart” or isolated from most people in Gondolin. Either way, thank you for opening requests and I understand if either or both of these asks are a bit ambitious lol. May is also my birth month so I love reading your blog while celebrating. :)) thank you for posting again, and especially then!!

A/N: I tried to cover everything that you mentioned here, but I mostly focused on it being with a significant other, but hopefully this covered most of what you were looking for. Also I was so happy to do these for you! Happy Early Birthday! I hope you enjoy and this covers most of what you were looking for!

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♦ When it comes to dating Maeglin, it's going to be pretty hard not to notice that Maeglin has been through horrible things.

♦ Between the intimate and obvious knowledge of his father murdering his mother, it's going to be clear that there were other things he had been through too.

♦ Maeglin is very iffy when it comes to opening up and regards you with suspicion even despite the fact that you two are courting.

♦ Especially when you announce that you need to discuss something with him, it makes him really anxious to hear it and he might assume- very obviously- that he is in trouble.

♦ Even if it is just for a simple talk, you will find that Maeglin will ask you straight up if he's done something wrong.

♦ OR he will profusely apologize for something he has done wrong, he doesn't really do well with the suspense of whatever that conversation might be and needs reassurance that he's not in trouble of some kind.

♦ Maeglin also tends to be a people pleaser, because of how Eol treated him.

♦ You will find that often times he goes out of his way to do things for you for your approval, even if it was completely unnecessary.

♦ That and he tends to take too much, no matter how annoyed or upset he might get, and he won't let you in on it until he's exploding and its come out of nowhere.

♦ When unfortunately he's been doing everything under the sun to please you and make you happy, neglecting his own emotions and needs.

♦ It takes a lot of patience, and understanding to get him to learn how to set boundaries that are fair and reasonable for him so he can navigate his life without any stress.

♦ Because Maeglin is used to walking on egg shells around everyone, it takes some time for him to not do the same with you.

♦ You'll notice that he often times seems to "test the waters" by being apprehensive or not coming straight out with the fact that he has a request or a simple question or talking about his emotions.

♦ Showing emotions especially is a big deal for Maeglin, because his father would've taught him that they are gender specific and "feminine" despite the fact that they are not.

♦ You'll probably find that it takes a long time to get Maeglin to open up about anything that isn't surface happiness.

♦ Getting into his real feelings is uncomfortable and difficult, and it takes a long time for him to get comfortable with you as a result of how his father treated him.

♦ It's not that he doesn't have feelings for you or doesn't care about you, it's just not easy to break years and years of habits that were formed by his abuse.

♦ Should the two of you ever argue, you'll probably find that Maeglin will completely and totally shut down around you.

♦ He probably won't want to keep up with the argument at all, and will probably just "lie there and take it", even if you are in the wrong and he is in the right.

♦ Maeglin has a lot of self loathing and thinks that he deserves whatever "bashing" or negative feelings you have towards him.

♦ He requires a lot of patience and understanding, especially when he has shut down on you. He really can't help it he just doesn't know what else he should do.

♦ Seeing that Maeglin has a lot of issues as a result of the C-PTSD he is suffering with, it would most definitely be in your best interest to get involved with a Healer.

♦ Someone who you could talk to about your concerns for Maeglin, and who you could eventually bring Maeglin too.

♦ He'd probably resist especially at first, thinking that there's nothing wrong with him and delving into his emotions is a woman's place not his.

♦ But Maeglin trusts you, and eventually that façade of everything being alright would crumble down and he'd let you take him to a Healer to be seen and start discussing what is going on with him.

♦ It would be a good way for the two of you to build a healthier relationship and set up a good foundation for trust in one another.

♦ It would also help Maeglin work through how badly his father treated him, and how it wasn't normal.

♦ Learning that Ada's aren't supposed to treat their children like dirt is a hard concept to accept and will most certainly need your support.

♦ Maeglin would be very grateful for any support you give and you sticking by his side through the tough things he will have to go through.

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Aphrodite’s Stone [Maxwell Lord x Reader] SMUT *sex pollen*

Summary: Your boss, Maxwell Lord, tasks you to acquire an important gemstone from the Smithsonian museum's annual gala, not realising the powers that it possesses and how it can possibly affect you when an accident occurs.

Rating: 18+ ONLY.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: SMUT (sex pollen, automatic dub-con due to the nature of it being a sex pollen), female recieving oral, thigh riding, fingering, creampie, boss x employee relationship, mutual pining. No spoilers for WW84 but some slight references and mentions of canon type mythology/lore. Oh, and there's actually plot!!

Author's note: Feels like all I ever do is write for Max Lord hehe. This is my first ever sex pollen so I hope it’s okay! I tried to make it as canon-typical as I could and I’m actually really happy with the outcome. Also I haven’t written mutual pining in so long so this has been really fun!

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"Did you get the stone?" you whispered, waltzing over to Maxwell who had been schmoozing with a few of the gala guests. He stiffened up when he heard the sweetness of your voice. Your presence always took his breath away. He cleared his throat and placed his half empty champagne glass on one of the silver trays that were getting passed around.

"No, not yet," Maxwell admitted and you sighed. "I've tried swindling the geology department but they won't budge."

"Can't imagine why," you rolled your eyes sarcastically, referencing the time earlier in the year when Max had stolen a very specific citrine stone from the Smithsonian Museum. Of course their trust in him would've been altered. Maxwell quirked an eyebrow at your brief comment and you raised your hands defensively. "Sorry sir." you looked down nervously and he nodded his head, choosing to dismiss what you'd said.

"This is where you come in," Maxwell said, clicking his tongue. Your eyes met his again with curiosity. He took your hand, carefully dragging you to a quiet corner of the party. "You can get the stone."

"Me?" you asked almost rhetorically, your eyes turning comically wide. You were his assistant. He trusted you with menial tasks such as making coffee, handing over paperwork and grabbing his mail— not acquiring some ancient artifact from a different continent.

"You can do it!" he grinned enthusiastically. You were beginning to think he was putting on his charming and persuasive television voice and you furrowed your eyebrows together unimpressed. "Carol Thomas over there, she's the director of the museum. You must make sure she doesn't see a thing. But that tall guy with the dark hair? That’s Ken, and he’s been watching you all night."

You blinked in bewilderment. "He has?" you tilted your head, looking at the man Max had pointed at.

Maxwell's gaze burned into your body as you watched the geology department interact with one another. Of course he has— Maxwell felt like saying. Every man at the damn gala had their eye on you. You looked remarkable, and you were too humble to have even noticed. He brushed off your question.

"Go over there and butter him up a little," Maxwell smirked as you turned back around to face your boss. "But not too much." he quickly added on to the end, feeling a little too defensive over you. "Find out where the stone is. Can you do that?"

"What does it look like?" you mumbled, not really liking the idea of having to flirt with a slimy looking man just to get some random rock thing.

"Ruby." Max snapped back like there was no question about it.

You looked back at Maxwell, a small gasp escaping your lips as you took in his appearance. He looked drunk with desire, and you realised how much he must've wanted that stone. Maxwell's eyes were a beautiful shade of honeyed brown that sparkled under the amber lights; they were beautiful. You felt your lips curve into a small smile of agreement and you felt Maxwell's large, ring clad hand rest on your shoulder, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. You made the decision to get the stone, knowing how much it meant to him. You hadn't even realised that the primal, hungry look that crossed his face was actually nothing but pure lust for you.

The second you walked away, Maxwell picked up his champagne glass and finished it off with one quick swing, the bitter taste of alcohol rolling down his throat. He tried to shake off these feelings he had for you, deeming it as unprofessional. He knew from the very start that it was a mistake hiring you. The moment he saw you waiting outside his office to be interviewed, was the moment he had to have you. But of course, his own insecurity meant that he felt as though he couldn't act on these feelings. He may have been a charismatic TV personality but deep down, he had his own, personal reasons that made him feel smaller and weaker than everyone else. For who could ever love a man like him?

"Hey, Ken, is it?" you smiled, extending your arm and grabbing the man's hand. You immediately cringed, feeling the sticky nervous sweat that coated his skin. The dark haired archeologist pushed his glasses up the curve of his nose and shook your hand a little too aggressively.

"Wow," he muttered, looking you up and down before clearing his throat. "Uh, yes. Ken."

You fake smiled, hiding your disgust, tearing your hand away from his and rubbing your palm against the material of your dress in disgust. You wanted to kill Maxwell for making you do this. From the dark, shadowed corner in the ballroom, Maxwell watched you intently, a flame of envy burning in the pit of his stomach.

"I hear you have an exhibition happening?" you took a glass of your favourite alcoholic beverage that was being passed around by a waiter.

"Yes, but it's not ready yet." Ken revealed and you nodded your head understandingly.

"That's a shame," you sighed, a fake sadness dripping from your tongue. "I'm a sucker for gemstones."

"Yeah?" Ken asked as you peaked his curiosity. "What's your favourite kind?"

"Oh, I like the red ones," you joked, and to your surprise, Ken actually laughed.

"We have a whole sub-section on garnet," Ken admitted and your lips parted slightly, omitting a small ‘oh’ as he continued on. "It's beautiful."

"I'm actually more of a ruby type girl myself." you explained, wondering if you were evening making the slightest bit of sense. Even if you weren't, Max knew that you'd be able to wrap Ken around your finger from your good looks alone. And he was right.

"We have one ruby," Ken whispered, leaning into you. Maxwell scowled as he watched Ken push his body into yours. He was seconds away from intervening. Max wanted the stone, but not if some slimy gemologist was making you uncomfortable in the process. Maxwell paused dead in his tracks when he saw you gently push Ken away from you, laughing politely. Max decided he couldn't watch anymore and decided to walk away, finding a group of women to distract himself with.

"Can I see?" you shot Ken your best pleading eyes.

"I'm afraid not. I could pull a few strings with the garnet collection but the ruby is 3000 years old. It's from ancient Greece, and it's the last of its kind."

You pouted, turning your heel, about to walk away, when Ken grabbed your arm and stopped you. "I mean!" he called and you raised your eyebrow, trying to hide your winning smirk. "I suppose I could pull a few strings. It's in the gallery, you must go alone though. And don't tell anyone. And remember to look— not touch."

You grinned, leaning in and gently pecking Ken on the cheek. "Thank you." you said, feeling his cheeks heat up under your lips. You pulled away from him and spun around. You watched out for Carol Thomas, making sure she wasn't looking before you slipped out of the gala and made your way to the gallery.

You were truly in awe as you looked over all the different rocks, each different sizes and different colours but all equally as beautiful as each other. Your eye finally caught the attention of the ruby Max had sought after for so long. You were no expert on geology but this didn't seem like any normal ruby, it sparkled and glittered and stood out from all the others. It was caged in an acrylic box, but it took no effort for you to lift the box off the crystal and swipe it, pushing it into your purse. It barely fit, but you managed to make it work. Double checking that no one was around, you swiftly exited the gallery and made your way back to the main party.

Maxwell wasn't in the corner you had left him, but instead, he was talking to a group of women; flirting no doubt. You rolled your eyes as they tossed their hair and giggled as he leaned into them. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he was saying to woo them. Grimacing, you stormed past the group of girls and grabbed Max's arm, tugging and pulling him away from them.

"I got the stone," you informed your boss, briefly glancing back at the girls who were scowling at you for whisking away Max. You frowned, feeling unamused.

"Are you okay?" Max asked, sounding genuienly concerned. This was so dumb— of course you were okay. You had to be okay. It was completely fine that Max was flirting with other women, it's not like he had any interest in you anyway. It's not like you owned him. He was a grown man and he could do whatever he wanted.

"Yeah." you shot back, offering him a gritted smile. Maxwell nodded his head slowly and leaned into you.

"My driver is outside waiting. Head back to my office with the stone, I'll only be right behind you." you didn't know what it was, but suddenly, your boss' voice sounded dark and... seductive. The way his breath fanned over the shell of your ear made you shiver. Without saying another word, you left the party and travelled back to your workplace.

It was no surprise that Black Gold Cooperative was deserted when you let yourself in, sliding your employee card through the terminal and squeezing through the revolving doors. It must've been almost midnight, and you were the only one in the building. You slipped behind the main desk and booted up the computer where you had access to turn on all the lights in the building so it didn't feel so sinister. As you waited for the computer to turn on (and it felt like forever), you took out the gemstone and placed it on the top of the desk. Even in the darkness, there was something so attractive about it. No wonder Maxwell was so desperate to get his hands on it. He had an affinity for geology, although it was almost secretive. You remembered the one time he invited you over to his house, he had a whole shelf that was proudly displayed with rocks and minerals. It was a hobby of his that he didn't share with anyone else. But he trusted you.

He definitely shouldn't have trusted you.

You left your purse on the main desk as the lights finally illuminated the building. Holding the ruby in both of your hands, you carried it up the stairs, through the call centre and into Maxwell Lord's extensive sized office. You admired the way it sparkled and shone under the bright lights, so much so, you weren't watching your step. You let out a yelp as you tripped over a chair which had been carelessly pulled out, falling to your knees as the stone went flying across the office, landing near his desk.

You felt your heart sink into the depths of your chest when you heard it smash. No— there was no way. Gemstones don't just smash like that. Terrified, you crawled over to where the stone had landed and saw that it had quite literally smashed into smithereens; almost like glass. At least, that's how it sounded. The crystalized rock had turned into some kind of sparkling red fairy dust that looked almost magical. It was like a shimmering illusion. You scurried around the floor wondering how the hell this had happened. How the rock had smashed and turned into a pile of glitter. You knew you wouldn't have long until Max came back.

Your legs began to feel weak, but you decided it was just from your anxiety. Shit, the rock meant so much to Max. He gave you one job. One easy fucking job and you couldn't even do that right. You were so fired.

You began to collect the sparkling red dust in your hands, desperately scooping it up but sighing when it fell through your fingers. Your actions became more erratic, knowing your boss would be back any second. No matter what, you couldn't pick up the dust. You looked around his office, wondering if he had a brush or something to shovel it up with, but of course he didn't.

There was something weird… the dust from the gemstone wasn't just glittering, it was quite literally sparkling— gleaming, even. When you touched it, it made your skin tingle. It sent aches of heat flooding down your body. It was enough to make you suspicious but once again, you shrugged it off as nerves. You cared about Max so much, and he was going to be so pissed with you.

When you heard the double doors to his office swing open, your whole body stiffened up, your eyes squeezing shut. You were on your knees still, your back faced away from Maxwell as he merrily came waltzing into his office.

"I called Roman Antiquities from the carphone," he announced, his voice as vibrant as ever. "They're so happy we managed to get the stone," You felt your eyes grow comically wide. Wait— the stone wasn't even for him. It was for somebody else. Things just went from bad to worse. "So," Maxwell slid his hands into the pockets of his tailored pants. "Where is it?"

You slowly rose to your feet, scrunching your nose up in displeasure as you prepared to tell your boss what had happened. How you had been so clumsy. "I- I didn't realise you were sending the stone to Roman Antiquities." you mumbled, slowly turning around and nervously biting your lip.

"I didn't mention it?" Max shrugged casually. "Yeah, apparently it's in high demand."

"Ken said it comes from ancient Greece, and there's only one made," hearing the words leave your lips didn't make the situation any better, you realised. "Do you know what's so special about it?"

"Yeah," Max replied, walking towards his desk. "There's a lot of things special about it. Can I see it?" His dismissive tone made you feel small and uneasy.

"Max…" you drew his name out like it was the longest melody in the world. He looked up at you, waiting for you to continue. "Something happened. I uhm…" you let your eyes wander around his spacious office, refusing to land anywhere but him. He, however, was staring directly at you. "I had it with me. And I carried it carefully to your office but— I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings and I-" you halted suddenly, feeling your whole body heat up, and a fire shooting through your core. You squeezed your legs together and pursed your lips into a fine line, stopping a moan from escaping. What was going on?

"And?" Maxwell urged, his voice growing increasingly more concerned.

"And-" you gulped. It was a weird, strange feeling. Like suddenly, all your scents had been heightened. The smell of Maxwell's rich cologne filled the room, intoxicating you and sending you into a frenzy. "Wow." you mumbled out.

Maxwell said your name sternly, breaking you out of your strange yet blissful haze. You were used to him saying your name, usually in a condescending way. But this time it was different. It was deep, gravelly and outright delicious.

"I broke the stone," you announced with a shaky exhale. You began to feel slick between your thighs and your eyes widened. Were you… aroused? You just about managed to look back at Max and suddenly everything felt different. You saw him in a completely different light.

Sure, you'd had fantasies about your boss before. He was an attractive, single bachelor and he always made you feel special. He always made you feel important. You would sometimes daydream about him at work, watching him from the back of the conference room as he led team meetings. You'd go home after a long day only to think about him whilst you showered, and even before you went to sleep. Suddenly, your feelings made sense.

"You. Broke. The. Stone?" Maxwell gritted out. Your eyes dropped down to fixate on his Adams Apple. Had his voice always been so sensual?

"Max," you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you grabbed onto the edge of his desk, your fingers curling around the corner so hard your knuckles turned white. "I don't feel so good."

Max slowly walked over to you, looking you up and down. "Where are the remnants of the rock?" Max quizzed. You let out a moan as the feeling of arousal became excruciating. He called your name again and you just about managed to point in the general direction of the pile of glittering red dust. Maxwell's eyes widened. "Oh no no." he said, hurrying over and examining it, but being extra careful not to get too close.

"I know," you cried. "I'm sorry."

"Did you-" Maxwell swallowed the lump in his throat before turning back around to face you. "Did you touch it?"

"Y-yes," you drew out, rubbing your thighs together trying to create some feeling of friction, but doing so discreetly so your boss wouldn't notice. "I tried to clean it up."

"Shit," Maxwell muttered, hurrying over to his desk and spreading out a pile of papers. The papers were filled with information about the very specific ruby stone, and Max read it closely and as quickly as possible.

"What is it?" you asked worriedly. Maxwell's eyes widened and he wrapped an arm around you, carefully navigating you behind his desk and sitting you in his chair. You curled up into the softness of the leather seat, humming in delight your dress rode up slightly and the material stuck to the back of your legs.

"There's something you should know," Maxwell frowned. "The rock… they call it Aphrodite’s Stone."

"Aphrodite?" you breathed out. "Like, the goddess of love?"

Maxwell nodded, flicking through a few more of the pages. "Yes," he confirmed. "But uh- not just love. I mean, it was love, yeah but. She was also the goddess of beauty, uh- procreation, passion and…" Maxwell took a deep breath. "Pleasure."

You made a fist so tight your fingernails pressed into your skin as you shuffled around in the chair. Maxwell was so close to you, you just wanted to pull him on top of you and take him now— exactly how he was. But no, he was going on about some Greek goddess.

"Max please," you begged and his head snapped in your direction. You didn't even realise the way your chest was rising and falling, the way you were heaving and panting. Just the sight of you alone was enough to stir something up inside of Max. Beads of sweat laced your collarbones and hairline as you whimpered and moaned. "Can you just- please- tell me- what’s going on? What's happening to me?"

"The stone contains a kind of sex pollen," Max blurted out and your eyes snapped open.

"Are you kidding me?" you asked and Max shook his head quickly. "Like- a drug?"

"Yeah… and you touched it. Shit okay, let me go grab a bowl of water and we’ll try and clean the remnants from your hands…" Max said quickly, biting his lip and bolting over to leave his office when you shouted for him to come back.

"N-no, it won't work," you whispered, holding your arms out and ushering for him to come back over to you. "Please, please Max…" Your hands travelled to the hem of your dress as you started to peel it up. Max watched with intent, his once honeyed brown eyes turning so dark— almost black. His eyes raked your body as he watched you squirm in his office chair. The same chair he sat in every single day. "Please help me take this dress off. I feel so constricted."

"I-" Maxwell began but stopped when you sighed dramatically, tossing your head back.

"Don't fucking argue," you groaned and Maxwell felt taken aback by your attitude. You had never spoken to him like that before. He'd hate to admit it, but the desperation that dripped from your tongue caused Max's cock to throb in his pants. "Please."

Maxwell took your hand and pulled you up from his chair, briefly noting the wet patch from where you had been sitting. He had to sit back in that chair tomorrow morning, and you had made such a beautiful mess of it. His large hands manouvered around your body as he turned you around, finding the zip to your dress and pulling it all the way down to the small of your back. He took a step back as you shuffled out of it and he politely looked away, not wanting to invade your privacy or make you feel uncomfortable. He took off his tuxedo jacket and offered it to you, in case you felt the need to cover up, but instead you just glared at him.

Maxwell found himself subconsciously licking his lips as his heart rate climbed at the mere sight of you. There you were, standing before him in nothing but lacy black lingerie. He felt his cock grow thick and stand at full attention as he took in the sight of your alluring body. It was perfect in every way, even better than he had ever imagined in his dreams.

"What do you need?" Maxwell asked, his voice low. "What can I do for you?" The pollen in the stone made everything sound so seductive but you could swear that even amongst all the heat, you heard genuine care in his voice.

"I don't… I don't…" you weren't about to tell him that you didn't know, because that would be a lie. You knew exactly what you wanted, and he knew enough about the stone to know exactly what you wanted as well. You needed him, craved his body and ached for him to fill you up and pleasure you. You felt your cheeks heat up, unable to find the pride to actually ask your boss for this. Maxwell took a step closer to you, breaking any distance. He smelt so good.

"Anything you want," he whispered, wanting you to know that he'd be more than willing to help ease you. "Anything you want you can have it."

"Anything?" you asked, pressing your hands to his chest and letting your fingers trace the soft material of his dress shirt.

"Anything." he affirmed.

With that, you grabbed the straps of his suspenders and pulled his body into yours. A low groan emitted from the back of his throat as you pressed your lips against his. You wrapped your arms around his body, your palms laying flat against his back as he kissed you. His tongue licked your lower lip and you moaned wantonly, opening your mouth slightly and granting him access to explore you further.

Max's hands settled on your hips, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. You moaned, dragging your own hands to his hair and running his fingers through it.

You loved his hair, you always thought about touching it and playing with it. He always styled it so perfectly but, to your surprise, it wasn't hard with hair-product. Instead, it was soft and glossy and it was like you could feel every wave. He eventually pulled off you, gasping for breath.

"I don't want to take advantage of you when you're like this," Maxwell frowned, as you pushed him into his office chair. "I mean, shit. I want this. I've wanted this for so long…" he rambled on as you slid out of your panties and unclipped your bra. His eyes widened when he saw you stand on his office, completely nude and shameless. He thought you looked breathtaking. You were quick to discard the garments, unable to hide the triumphant smirk that played across your lips as you straddled him. You perched yourself on top of his leg and instantly began to ride his thigh, rubbing your soaking wet pussy over his expensive pants.

"Let me," you moaned, leaning into him and kissing his neck. "Let me use you then."

"Yeah?" Maxwell asked shakily and he felt you nod into his shoulder as you gasped out another moan. "Okay. Take what you need." he said before wrapping his arms around you and dipping his fingers into the small of your back. You could feel the coolness of his gold rings tingle against your warm skin and it only turned you on even more. You couldn't count the amount of times you had imagined the ridged feeling of his rings press up against your walls as he slid his fingers inside of you. Max flexed the muscles in his thigh and you yelped slightly at the friction. "Oh, you like that?" Maxwell asked, and done it again before you could even respond. You tugged on his tie, fumbling as you slid up and down over his leg. You just about managed to loosen it, pull it off, and discarding it on the floor amongst your other pieces of clothing.

"I like these," you giggled, tugging on his suspenders. "But I want them off."

"Cum for me first," Maxwell growled, feeling his hard member press against the confines of his pants. They'd grown extremely tight around his now throbbing erection. You looked down and gasped just at the sight of him. You lowered one hand, while keeping the other hand draped around his body, keeping you steady. With your free hand, you traced the imprint of his cock and smiled when you watched his eyes flutter shut from only your gentlest of touches.

"You weren't even affected by the stone," you giggled, humming in delight as you reached for his zipper. You didn't stop sliding your slick pussy over his thigh, your movements building up your oncoming high. "And look at you." you wiggled your fingers into his pants and your eyes widened as you felt his cock. "Fuck… Max Lord going commando?" your laugh came to an abrupt end when Max's grip around you tightened. He took your hand away from his manhood and set it on his bicep as he held you by your hips and muttered dirty words into your ear.

"Cum for me." He gritted out again, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and gently nibbling at your skin. He pulls his hands down to your breasts and squeezes at them, his thumbs grazing over your nipples.

"So close," you warned him as your walls began to contract against nothing. You ached for his cock, now more than ever. Still massaging your breasts, he reattached his lips to your neck and trailed sloppy kisses all the way down your collarbone. "Shit Max, fuck I cant," you gasped.

"Can't what? What is it baby?" Max asked, pulling away slightly and cupping your cheek with his hand.

"I can't cum without… without…" tears pricked your eyes as the gushing sense of sexual desire coarsed through your body.

"What do you need?" Max whispered.

"You. Inside me," you managed to stammer out with absolutely no shame. Max looked absolutely wrecked, his dark blonde hair that was once perfectly styled had completely fallen out of place and his chocolate brown eyes were glazed with lust. But he was gorgeous and you couldn't help but smile knowing what exactly you had done to the esteemed Maxwell Lord. You shuffled back slightly, and Max glanced down at the wet patch you had left on his pants. He couldn't contain his grin.

"I don't have a condom," Max admitted. The revelation surprised you as you pegged Max for the kinda guy who endured a lot of sex in his office. It seemed like the perfect place, but come to think of it, he never really had girls around. Only you. You didn't care that he didn't have a condom. In fact, you kinda liked it. You wanted to feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as it filled your pussy.

"Good," you smiled, standing up with a wobble. Max stood up after you and cleared his desk before patting the expensive oak wood, ushering you to lay down.

But first, you pulled down his suspenders, unclipping them from his pants and throwing them to one side. You worked at his shirt buttons one by one until eventually, you pulled it off and dropped it to the ground. You wasted no time, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. You licked your lips in delight as his cock sprung free and he stepped out of the pants that had pooled around his feet.

Max gently pushed you backwards into his desk and you hopped up, sitting down and laying back. "You're so beautiful," Max sighed as he drank in your appearance, wanting to savour this moment and remember it forever. "Open your legs." he commanded as he stroked his cock. He gathered his precum which had been leaking from the tip for God knows how long, letting it slick between his fingers as he jerked himself off at the mere sight of you spread out on his office desk. You obeyed his instruction, closing your eyes as you prepared to feel his cock push inside of you.

But instead, you felt his hot, wet tongue lick a stripe up your clit. Your whole body stiffened up as you released a groan you didn't even know you were holding back. "Fuck- what the fuck," you curled your fingers into a fist as he continued to cat lick you. You just about managed to open your eyes and see the vision of his head in between your legs as he devoured your dripping pussy. "You're really dragging this out, huh?"

He was good. He was so good. He knew his way around your body perfectly and you swore, in that moment, that perhaps you were made for each other. Maybe it was just the effects of the stone but you had never had such a satisfying sexual encounter.

"When I saw the mess you made on my leg, and how wet you were, I knew I had to taste you," Max admitted, his voice was gruff and sent vibrations through your core. He continued lapping you up, humming and moaning in delight on the occasion he'd suck at the bud of your clit and draw out a moan from your lips. "And fuck, you taste so good."

"But I want your cock inside of meeee," you whined.

Max didn't attach his mouth from you once, but he did bring up his hand and push a finger in between your folds and began to massage the entrance to your hole.

"Gotta prep you first," Max told you, before pushing his index finger deep inside you. He moaned at the feeling of your walls around him and felt his cock twitch against his stomach. Obscene wet noises echoed through his office, as well as your moans and pleas for more. "So greedy," Maxwell chuckled. "Always wanting more," he pushed in his middle finger, stretching you open. He looked up at you, his eyes hungry as he pumped his fingers into your pussy. It wasn't long until your legs began to quiver and shake profusely. You screamed when Maxwell pulled out his fingers and shoved them in your mouth. "Taste," he told you as you sucked on his fingers. "Good girl. See? You taste so fucking good. I could get used to this."

When you had cleaned your juices from his fingers, you felt him line himself up against your entrance. You reached out, holding onto his strong biceps for support as he thrusted inside of you. He grunted, squeezing his eyes tight shut as your walls tightened around you. He was big— bigger than you'd ever taken before. If you weren't so aroused from the stone, you wouldn't know if you'd be able to take him. He filled you perfectly. He pushed himself balls deep into you and then came to a halt.

"M-move," you whimpered, pressing your nails into his skin.

"Beg." he shot back, smoothing the hair out of your face and running his thumb over your puckered and sore lower lip.

"Please Max, please. Fuck me." you felt tears prick your eyes and Maxwell took the hint, finally thrusting in and out of you. Your cunt was so tight around Maxwell he couldn't believe how perfect of a fit you were. He dragged his thumb to your clit and started rubbing intricate circles as he increased his speed. His movements became sloppy and rapid as his fingers pushed you over the edge. "Cum inside of me," you gasped out the second you felt his cock twitch inside of you, indicating that he was close.

"Are you sure?" Max asked and you nodded your head.

"Never been so sure about anything in my life." you screamed, your back arching as you finally came undone. You absolutely drench him, and if it was any other situation, you might've felt a little embarrassed. But Max was in ecstasy when your cunt tightened around his cock like a vice and milked him of all that he had. He spilt his seed inside of you, the warmth coating your walls and shooting jolts of pleasure down your body.

You found yourself completely engulfed in a post coital haze, and Max kept himself inside of you until he softened and could slip out of you without causing you any discomfort. "You might be sore tomorrow," he mumbled, pressing a kiss into your neck. You hummed, whispering something incoherent but your smile was very telling. You had never been so happy. "But the effects of Aphrodite's Stone should wear off now."

"You took care of me," you whispered, your eyes slowly opening. You sat up and wrapped your arms around Max, pulling him into you. You felt completely and utterly spent, and Maxwell couldn't disagree either. He walked you over to his chair and sat you in his lap.

"Of course I took care of you," his voice was gentle and sweet like honey. "This was all my fault. And I should've warned you about the stupid fucking rock in the first place."

"Stupid?" you raised an eyebrow. "That was the most fun I've ever had," you laughed and Maxwell couldn't contain how happy your revelation made him. "But… are we going to be in trouble?"

"You don't have to worry about a thing," Maxwell hushed you, smoothing out your hair and pressing a kiss into your hair. Something in his voice made you trust him and believe in him. You just knew he wouldn't let you get into trouble. "I'm glad this happened."

"Me too." you whispered before closing your eyes and burying your head into his chest. Curled up into his lap, your naked bodies tangled together, you both fell asleep in his office chair. Maxwell Lord created a frightening and intimidating aura, but, the truth is, you had never felt more safe and more comfortable in your whole entire life. You knew that this happy accident was going to be the start of something great.

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↪ ✦ heavy ✦

this chapter pairing; snakehybrid!woozi&bunnyhybrid!dino x reader

genre&warnings; Snake Eyes!AU, threesome, dom!jihoon, oral(fem receiving), fingering, creampies, cum eating/cum sharing, breeding kink, dirty talk, but also a bit of crack lbr, jihoon and chan being little shits 😩😭.

notes; you don’t have to have read Snake Eyes to read this! It’s not part of the main plot! 💕🐍 also the--☠️ draft for this was literally from 2013 and I literally ran it through the hot setting on the washing machine and put it in the dryer 3 times to get it to what it is today ☠️ Also!!! the final chapter of Monster Mash!!! omg!!! I can’t believe it’s done AND to end it with a Snake Eyes au chapter!! 😭😩 Enjoy!! Have a great rest of the weekend!!! I love u!! Happy Halloween!! 🎃👻 💕

word count; ~4300

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

it’s heavy;

heavy how i want you so bad

heavy when it hits me so fast;

heavy and it’s driving me mad

that i’m never gonna give you up!

“OH MY FUCK--GOD!” A shrill voice cuts through the nearly empty living room; three forms huddled together on the sofa as the horror movie continued on the tv screen.

“Are you serious right now, Jihoon? Nothing even happened yet and you screamed!!” You tease.

You’d come to learn that Jihoon quite actually hated horror films.

And apparently so did Chan.

Your eyes scan over Jihoon’s frame squished into your side as his own eyes leave the tv for the 60th time that night; his grip on your waist tightening as he digs his face into your shoulder. “I can’t do it, I’m trying to look at the corner of the screen but I just know something’s going to pop out, I just know it, I--”

“Hyung, she’s right you know, nothing’s even--FUCK WHAT WAS THAT!?” Chan jolts at the screen, his own arms tangling with Jihoon’s around your waist in fear as the demon in the movie re-emerges from a dark closet.

You sigh, wondering why Minghao and the others hadn’t replied to any of your calls and messages; leaving you alone with Jihoon and Chan on this dark and rainy Halloween night. And you loved Jihoon with your whole heart and taking care of cute Chan was always fun but everyone being missing and unreachable seemed a little peculiar.

Even to you.

“You guys, it’s not even real. Look, c’mon, nobody is going to pop out of the closet later. I’m sure Mingyu would kill whatever came crawling out of the closet Jihoon and Chan, do you even have a closet for demons to come out of?” You tried to lighten the mood and reassure them as you pry their clammy fingers from your midsection.

They simultaneously shoot you a glare, crossing their arms as you separate yourself from their bodies.

“I really don’t get how you two are so easily scared by these horrible movies!”

Chan pouts, “Well hybrids exist so surely demons do too!” You shoot him a dumbfounded look, “That literally has zero correlation.”

“Whatever, I’m gonna grab more popcorn and I’ll be back.” Jihoon grumbles; eyes avoiding the screen as he scurries off to the kitchen.

The horror movie continues to play, small whimpers and screams coming from both of the boys on either of your sides.

You still don’t understand why they thought watching a horror movie on a rainy night was a good idea but they were determined to finish it by this point. And you, on the other hand, were getting bored. Horror movies weren’t that bad for you and you slept perfectly fine afterwards so you weren’t worried.

Unfortunately for Jihoon and Chan, that was not the case.

Jihoon had cocooned himself into a blanket with only his eyes peeking out and Chan had stolen one of the sofa pillows and had used it to hide behind when a scary scene was taking place. Biting your lip, you turn to each of them, watching as their eyes stay glued to the TV.

“Hey, if you two are so scared, why don’t we just turn the movie off. You’ll regret it if you can’t sleep later… And Minghao might kick my ass if he knows I let this happen to Chan.” You offer. Jihoon clears his throat, agreeing that maybe it was a bad idea to continue while Chan already started to reach for the remote tucked under the mass of snacks nearby.

As soon as he hits the power button, a bolt of lightning flashes outside causing the power to suddenly blow.

“Fuck! The demon’s here, I knew it, it’s because we watched the movie! We’re done, oh god, I haven’t even lived that long and Minghao hasn’t even taken me to a theme park yet and I--”, Chan cries, throwing the remote control haphazardly across the room as he tugs his fluffy ears down in panic. He immediately turns to you, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he continues to ramble incoherently against your skin.

On your other side, Jihoon has gone completely silent as one of his hands searched the dark for one of yours; his eyes completely closed in fear of seeing something in the dark that he didn’t want to see. You attempted to wrap an arm around each of them as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, their forms drawing even closer and molding to your body.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m shocked that you two are so scared of the dark right now.”

The only real light coming in was from whatever little bit of moonlight was visible through the clouds as you stared at the blobs glued on your sides. “Let’s be fair here. We just watched a horror film where things lurked in the dark, can you cut us some slack!?” Jihoon scream-whispers as Chan nods against your shoulder, “Jihoon-hyung’s right, I’m not normally scared of the dark!”

You pat him on the head, running your fingers through his hair as he leans into your touch.

Jihoon unwraps from your hold a few moments later, his eyes adjusting to the dark against his will as he clears his throat.

“We--Maybe we just need a distraction, that’s all… I’m sure the power will come back on soon, or maybe one of the others will come see if we’re ok. We just… We need to find something to do or else our minds will wander.” He suggests. You nod in the dark, raising an eyebrow, “Like, a game or something?” Jihoon hums back an agreement. The three of you sit in silence trying to think of anything to play but nothing comes to mind.

“I can’t think of anything, Jihoon.”

Chan sighs, raising his head from your shoulder. “We could play that one game, y’know, ‘are you nervous?’ I heard Minghao-hyung talking about it! All we do is touch or do things to each other until someone chickens out! It could be anything!” You could hear a smile in his voice that almost made you smile until you heard Jihoon scoff.

“That sounds like fun until something grabs you and it’s not me or her, Chan.” Jihoon deadpanned.

You can only grimace knowing that comment went straight to Chan’s head. “Why on god’s green earth would you say that, hyung!?” An exasperated noise leaves Chan’s mouth as he lets go of you, arms flailing off of the sofa before he gasps and balls up again. “Oh my god, what if something grabbed me just now, would you have done anything to save me?” You had no idea who that question was directed to but you replied with a simple “yes”.

“Are we going to play or what? The more I sit here, the more I start seeing demons in the kitchen over there, to be honest.” Jihoon was getting restless, his fingers gripping your shirt. “We don’t have anything to do anyway, we need to get our minds off this power outage, and the potential demon. I think Chan especially needs it, he seems to be losing it more than I am.”

You can only nod in agreement; after all, what could go wrong. “Should I start then?”

It’s silent for a beat before Chan speaks up. “I’ll do it!”

Even in the dark, you can see Chan sitting up on his knees as you turn to face him slightly. He pushes your shoulder, causing you to crash into Jihoon; your back to Jihoon’s chest as his legs open wider to accommodate your figure. It’s a little uncomfortable on the sofa, but Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind. “Are you nervous?” You can almost hear the smirk in Chan’s voice and although you were confused with the shift in the atmosphere and maybe a tiny bit concerned at where this was leading, you didn’t voice it.

“Not at all, Channie. Should I go next?”

Jihoon and Chan both make noises of agreement as you considered your options. You really didn’t know what to do, so you simply placed your palm down onto Jihoon’s sweatpant clad thigh and squeezed. A garbled noise leaves his lips and you can hear the stutter in his breath. “Jihoonie, are you nervous?” He’s silent for a little too long before he replies with a slightly breathless ‘no' and asks if it was his turn.

You nod, feeling his arms come around your waist as he rests his head in the crook of your neck; lips lightly trailing up behind your left ear as he whispers a simple “nervous yet?” before kissing the shell of your ear.

You had to admit, this was getting a little too hot too fast and you weren’t sure if this was the nature of the game but you weren’t mad about it.

“Um, n-no…”

Chan takes the lead, lips easing into a wide smile. “I’ll go next!” His fingers rests on your bare thighs, slightly prying your legs open as he makes space for himself between them; careful to avoid grabbing onto Jihoon’s legs.

By nature, you clamp your legs shut, trapping Chan’s hands in between as you yelp. “Hold on, wait, wait, wait, what is going on here!?” Your face burns red in the dark, almost glad the power was out so that they couldn’t see even though you already know Jihoon can feel the way your body warms up.

Neither of them knew how to answer, so you sat in silence; only your steady breaths heard as you sat between Jihoon’s legs with Chan’s hands trapped between your still clamped legs.

Chan clears his throat as he attempts to pull back his hands from between your legs. “I--um, uh, it--it was Jihoon-hyung’s idea! He told me to tell Minghao-hyung I was sleeping over and to not check in! And then he called Mingyu and told them to not check in either!”

“What!? Me!? Don’t you dare pin this on me, brat! We planned this together!”

Your mouth hangs open in shock, eyes threatening to fall out of your skull as they continue to argue. “I didn’t wanna do it! I told hyung it wouldn’t work! I told him we should’ve done it differently!” Chan cries; tossing his head back dramatically.

“Okay, both of you shut up! Jihoon, what is going on!?”

The snake hybrid groans from behind you, arms still locked tight around your waist. “Listen… I--It wasn’t supposed to go like this, okay? We were gonna finish the movie and then ask you if--if you wanted to, y’know, play with both of us. And don’t try to deny it, I know you think Chan is cute. I just wanted to treat you to something nice.”

Chan wiggles his fingers, still trapped in between your thighs. “But then it got all spooky instead and the power went out...” The bunny hybrid mumbles.

You could feel your body heating up at the thought of being between Jihoon and Chan. And in truth, you’d thought about it maybe once, but it was a fleeting thought that’d left your mind just as quickly as it’d entered.

“I--I mean, uh, I mean, I’m okay with this b-but Jihoon, are you really okay with this? You don’t have to--”

“I’m fine with this, too.” Jihoon cut in, his arms squeezing your waist tighter.

A thankful sigh escapes Chan’s lips as he chuckles, “Thank god. I’m not gonna lie, I’m already a little hard....” You can see his face clearly now that your eyes completely adjusted to the dark.

“We literally haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Shut up, hyung!”

“Ngh… C--Chan…”

Your fingers tangle into his hair, careful of his ears as he dips his tongue into your entrance. Jihoon continues to nuzzle at your neck, appreciating your warmth as the younger hybrid works your body up for the both of them.

“She likes it when you use your fingers, y’know. And if you curl them just right, it makes her feel really, really good.” Jihoon guides. His lips ease into a lazy smirk when Chan listens eagerly and brings his fingers to your folds; using your wetness to coat them before he positions his index and middle fingers at your entrance. “Can she take two at once?” Chan asks, voice almost eerily innocent to which Jihoon chuckles under his breath - the action making you shiver at how easily the two of them seemed to get along so well in this situation.

“Of course, she can. She’s always so good about taking my cock. I bet I could slide right into her tight ‘lil pussy right now. Couldn’t I, baby?”

You nod shakily as your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Chan’s fingers sinking into you slowly. He curls them almost immediately and you mewl and squirm as Jihoon’s grip on you tightens. “Oh, she’s so tight around my fingers already, hyung~” Chan murmurs. He thrusts his fingers into your hot cunt, tongue on your clit when he finds that you seem to like that best.

“Hmm~ Look at your favorite bunny hybrid trying to please you. Fingers knuckle deep while he teases your clit with his tongue. Are you gonna cum for him?” You let out a choked noise at Jihoon’s words and your fingers lock tighter into Chan’s hair when he taps your g-spot, wiggling his fingers inside of you to stretch you out.

“Oh, g-god, yes!”

Chan sucks your clit between his lips and Jihoon has to hold you down tighter as you try to grind against Chan’s face.

Jihoon’s fingers start to roam and squeeze you through your shirt; delicate fingers pinching your nipples as you mewl at the sensations they were making you feel. It was one thing to have Jihoon’s hands all over you but now that Chan was added to the mix, you found yourself getting addicted to the excitement that flooded your senses.

“A-ah, Chan…” The sound of you softly calling his name has him immediately pulling off of you, lips glistening with your wetness when he peers up at you through the dark.

“Hyung, am I allowed to fuck her?” Chan questions quietly. The snake hybrid bites the inside of his cheek.

His possessive nature screamed no, but the other part of him already felt his cock throbbing at the thought of you getting fucked by someone else and getting filled with so much cum from the both of them that it’d be spilling out of you.

Jihoon’s throat feels dry at the thought alone.

“Yes. Fuck her tight ‘lil cunt and fill her up with cum. We’ll breed her so fuckin’ good she’ll be begging us both for more.” Chan giggles innocently; a complete contrast to the way his eyes burn with unadulterated lust when he leans in close to your face.

“Ah~ Minghao-hyung always complains about me rutting against the pillows. Says my libido is too high, but I just can’t help it~ Finally, I get to fuck your tight cunt and I get to cum inside you and fill you up with my cum instead of just using my hand and making a mess on the sheets!” He grins.

Christ, Chan was really oblivious to the way his words affected you.

“Ngh, please, one of you j-just fuck me already~” You whine.

Jihoon’s fingers tug on your shirt, helping you lift it off of you as you’re finally completely bare to them both. His fingers immediately go back to teasing your chest as Chan sits up proper between your legs, pushing his sweats and underwear down. “Hyung, are you sure this is a one time only thing?”

You mewl as Jihoon pinches your nipples hard; nails digging into his clothed thighs in return. “We’ll talk about it later, Chan.” He replies easily.

Chan wraps a firm hand around his cock, moaning as he spreads the precum all down his shaft. “Mmh, I really need to fuck you now.” He mutters.

“D-do it…” Whimpering, you try to spread your legs a little more given the small space. “Mmh, m-maybe taking it to the bedroom, ah, might’ve been a better i-idea.”You mutter.

Chan pouts, trying to get comfortable as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds, tapping your clit as you cry out in pleasure. “No, what if something grabbed one of us on the way there?” He retorts.

Jihoon laughs under his breath, eyes focused on the way your chest rises and falls in anticipation.

Chan lets out a shaky moan as he sinks his cock into your tight warmth, brows furrowing when he can already tell that he won’t be able to hold himself back. “Ah, you’re so--so tight…” He whines. His cock was a little shorter than Jihoon’s but just as thick to stretch you out to your liking.

He gives you a second to adjust before he skillfully draws his hips back and slams his cock into you. “Fu---fuck, she feels so good, I--I don’t think I can h-hold back…” His hands are on your thighs keeping your spread; biting into his bottom lip. “Ngh, please--please tell me I can fuck y-you harder!”

Jihoon smiles, snaking a hand down to your clit as he starts to roll the nub between his fingers slowly. It makes your pussy clench down harder onto Chan who lets out a choked whine at the feeling of your walls clamping down onto him in a vice grip. “Well, baby? What do you want? Tell your cute ‘lil bunny.”

Chan’s cock curves into your g-spot perfectly and with Jihoon’s fingertips teasing your clit, your head already starts to feel fuzzy. “Mmh… ah, y-yeah, fuck me h-harder, Chan… I wanna feel y-you...”

He whispers quiet thank you’s into the dark; hips slamming into you as Jihoon keeps you locked in his hold. Soft whines and moans spill from Chan’s lips and for a moment, it makes you wonder if he always sounded like this when he was alone and rutting against his pillow.

And almost as if Jihoon can read your mind, his sultry, lust filled eyes watch Chan’s cock fucking into you as he whispers, “How’s she feel, Chan? Better than rubbing your cock against the sheets? Or how about your hand?” The younger hybrid whines, cock throbbing as he already feels himself close to an orgasm.

“She---She, hah, feels so w-warm and wet… S-Shit, I’m going to think a-about this whenever I, ah, need to g-get off…” He licks his dry lips, committing to memory how your pussy felt around him. “It’s n-not gonna be the s-same when I’m alone…”

“Enjoy it while you can, bunny~” Jihoon teases. He takes his fingers off of your clit, nipping at the shell of your ear. “As for you, don’t cum, baby.” You nod shakily, realizing that at least that much was still only reserved for Jihoon.

Instead, Jihoon continues to provokes Chan, soft giggles on his lips when he sees the bunny hybrid struggling to stave off his orgasm. “Ah, hurry and fill her up with your cum~ I bet it’s been so long since you’ve cum, huh? You probably have a lot ready just to breed her tight little cunt too.”

His own words prove to do damage to himself when he feels his cock throbbing in his sweats; he really needed Chan to hurry up. And Chan doesn’t fare any better himself; airy whines and groans filling the air as he feels his abdomen tightening the more Jihoon continues to speak.

“Fu--fuck, I’m--I’m cumming!” Chan cries, hips pistoning into you at a breakneck speed as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper into you. Your body jerks between them both, choked whines of your own mixing with his as you do your best to not cum either which proves hard when Jihoon starts to coax you too.

“Mm, bet it feels nice and warm, huh, baby? Hot cum filling up your ‘lil cunt, waiting for me to cum inside you too so you’re full of both of us.”

“Jihoon…” You whisper, hips moving against Chan’s as he rides out the remnants of his orgasm. You can already feel the cum sliding out of you from around Chan’s cock and your mind turns to putty at the thought of Jihoon still fucking you and making you cum.

“Alright, bunny, time for you to move.” Chan nods slowly in return, thrusting into you one more time as the two of you share a moan. “Okay, okay, move!” Jihoon grumbles.

He realized it’d take days if not weeks to get Chan’s smell off of you.

Not that it was a problem. He always had ideas in store to make it easier.

Chan slides his cock from inside of you, watching as the cum drips down onto the sofa in large globs. He licks his lips, already itching to get his hands back onto you as he starts to move back.

Jihoon slowly unwraps his arms from around you and moves to switch places with Chan who tugs his own sweatpants back up. “Can I take a shower after this?” He asks quietly.

The snake hybrid exhales harshly through his nose as he replaces Chan between your legs, pushing his sweats and underwear down in one swift motion. “We’ll all go shower after this, now hold her still.” Chan nods, ears flopping atop his head; satisfied for now.

He wraps his arms around your midsection much like Jihoon had done, chin nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he watches Jihoon running his cock through the mix of your wetness and Chan’s cum. “Mmm, hyung’s gonna make sure our cum stays inside your hot cunt~ ‘Cause you need to be bred, y’know? Ah, Jihoon-hyung’s so lucky~ He gets to breed your pretty pussy whenever he wants~”

Jihoon’s jaw clenches tight, a hand placed firm on your thigh as he uses Chan’s cum as lubrication when he eases his cock into you. “Fuck, you’re so wet!” He growls; already starting a quick pace as he chases his high.

He’d waited long enough.

“Ah, you’re so warm too, you feel so good, baby…” Jihoon pauses, licking his lips as his eyes meet yours in the darkness. “And all mine, right?” He thrusts into you particularly hard for emphasis; almost daring you to say anything different.

“G-god, yes, yes! I’m y-yours, ah!” Chan slithers a hand down your torso, fingertips on your sticky and swollen clit as he starts to pinch and roll the nub between his fingertips. You clench around Jihoon; overwhelmed with the urge to cum as they both stimulate your body.

“Why don’t you cum for Jihoon-hyung, hmm? Cum around his cock and milk him for all he’s got~” You mewl at Chan’s words, toes curling as you and Jihoon both feel each other close to the edge. Jihoon’s cock curves into you perfectly and hits all of the right spots inside of you that have you bucking your hips to match his thrusts.

It only takes a few more thrusts before you feel the tension in your body threatening to snap at any second.

“Jihoon, I---”

“I know, baby. S’okay. Cum with me.” His voice is breathy and raw as he, too, feels his cock throbbing inside your tight heat.

Chan and Jihoon work in tandem as your rushed cries of Jihoon’s name start to roll off of your tongue and his thrusts become erratic; groans on his own lips as the two of you cum at the same time. Jihoon doesn’t stop his quick pace either, instead, doubling it as he fucks his and Chan’s cum further into your pussy.

“Shit, that’s right, hyung. Breed her fuckin’ cunt.” Growling, Chan pinches your clit as you let out a high pitched whine.

“J--Jihoon, please, please, pl--please b-breed me! Get m-me full of your c-cum!” You cry; delirium mildly settling in as his hot cum paints your walls and spills out of you from around his cock.

“Ngh, that’s---that’s right, baby. Beg me to fill you up, hah, just like you like it.” Jihoon starts to slow down his thrusts just as Chan starts to ease his fingers off of your clit and you sob quietly at the bliss that continues to wash over your body.

Your chest rises and falls in deep breaths as the remnants of your orgasm start to ebb off and you immediately slump against Chan’s warm chest as the tiredness starts to overtake you. “Fuh--fuck, ‘m so full o-of cum…” You whine.

The two hybrids can only groan in unison.

Jihoon starts to slide his cock out of you; licking his lips when he sees how much cum spills from your spent pussy. “Ah, such a waste.” He comments.

“Wait, wait!” Chan catches your attention and Jihoon’s when he starts to move from behind you. Jihoon shoots the bunny hybrid a confused look when he ushers for Jihoon to move again. “Just trust me, hyung.”

They switch places one last time as you rest against Jihoon’s clothed chest, eyes focusing on Chan who kneels in between your legs.

“Hey, can I kiss her?”

You blush as Jihoon narrows his eyes at the other male. “Only one time. Make it good.”

Chan smirks as he immediately dives headfirst in between your thighs; lapping up the cum that spills out of you and onto the sofa. You latch your fingers into his hair by reflex, sharp cries on your lips from the oversensitivity as Chan collects the mixed cum on his tongue.

Jihoon has to admit, he’s a little impressed.

Once Chan deems it enough, he holds the cum in his mouth as he pulls away from your cunt and your hands fall from his hair.

You watch through hazy eyes as he stops when he’s face to face with you; smiling at you angelically. He leans in, lips pressed firm against your own as you moan into the kiss. And once your lips part, Chan’s quick to push the cum into your mouth; a little dripping down your chin at the messy way his tongue pushes it in.

He pulls away once all of the salty substance is out of his mouth; a trail of saliva and cum connecting your lips as Jihoon whistles in amazement.

“Wow, can’t say I saw that one coming.”

Your cheeks flush and Jihoon enjoys the warmth that radiates from you in between their bodies.

Chan smiles at you innocently again; reverting back to his sweet bunny-like nature.

“Can we find some candles and go shower now, please?”

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Snow White (Ms Venablex reader)

i made this 4am lol..google translate yk? Here is pt 2

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“What are you still doing here?", The sharp voice of Ms. Venable made you startled.

You must be really tired if you didn't hear her coming with her cane.

You turned to her uncertainly.

"I couldn't sleep and had a cup of water .. I'm sorry Ms. Venable .."

Ms. Venable lifted her chin and came up to you. The click of her cane was the only sound that filled the hallway at that moment.

"It's 4 am Y / N .." she said when she was standing in front of you.

You didn't know exactly what she was trying to say, so you just nodded.

"I'm sorry .." you repeated, looking away.

"I'll take you to your room .." she said firmly.

"You really don't have to-" you started, but she was already walking past you in the direction of your room and ignoring you.

It wasn't that you didn't want to. The problem was, you acted like an idiot around her.

Reluctantly you trotted after her.

"So .." Ms. Venable began.

"Why could not you sleep?"

"Actually, it's nothing .." you mumbled.

"But?" She asked, looking at you sideways.

"It's the silence that bothers me .." you whispered.

"Before the apocalypse, I lived in a very rainy area. And it feels weird to fall asleep without hearing the rain pounding against my window .."

"I see .." she said simply.

"But as I said, actually it's nothing. I've been living like this for almost 19 months .. while almost the whole world is no longer alive .. So it's okay .." you added.

"You don't have to apologize .." she started.

"Just because Hell is out there doesn't mean Heaven is in here .."

You nodded.

You and Ms. Venable were silent the rest of the way, but the silence was in no way uncomfortable.

Ms. Venable stopped in front of your room.

"I can come in with you if you want .." she said casually, looking down at her cane.

"You really don't have to .. go to bed and be happy that you can sleep ..", you smiled at her.

"To be honest, I can't sleep either .." she said, narrowing her eyes.

"Oh .." you exclaimed.

"Then come in ..".

You opened your room door and went ahead.

Behind you you heard Ms. Venable follow you and close the door.

It wasn't the first time Ms. Venable was in your room.

Like many rooms, yours had a fireplace that served as heating.

You sat down on the sofa across from the fireplace and Ms. Venable sat down next to you.

Not a word was spoken. You and Ms. Venable just sat and stared into the fire.

And that was okay.

Ms. Venable's mind was on the reason she couldn't sleep.

Tomorrow's day, Halloween.

As much as she loathed and hated all these people, she was by no means a murderer. No matter how condescending she'd been to her employees, no matter how cold she'd been, murder was a whole other league.

Worse was the thought of the anti-christ sitting in her outpost waiting for whatever.

Ms. Venable hated him.

But she hated herself much more for letting him humiliate her so.

Worst of all, you saw her like that ...

You were after her the one for the interview.

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Ms Venable left the room with her dress half open.

"Ms Venable I-", your voice faltered.

Her jaw dropped when she heard your voice behind her.

She stopped and closed her eyes, it was all a disaster.

Behind her she heard your quick steps as you walked towards her.

"What did he do to you?", Your voice was trembling.

She turned and looked down at you. Tears glittered in your eyes.

And when she saw the way you looked at her she couldn't stop more tears from running down her face.

You reached out your hand to wipe it away.

"Miss Y / L / N .." bellowed a voice behind you.

You winced and quickly lowered your hand before turning to Michael Langdon.

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Ms. Venable was brought back to the present when your body fell into her lap.

"Y / N ..", she exclaimed in shock and lowered her eyes to see that you had fallen asleep.

At this point, her body stiffened under you.

It felt kind of weird how you lay there and Ms Venable couldn't tell if she liked it or hated it.

But she didn't want to wake you up, which is why she didn't move at first.

And while she watched you sleep in her lap, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

You too would die tomorrow because of her. And somehow she didn't want that, because you didn't deserve it.

She reached out her hand and started combing through your hair.

You were the only one who hadn't complained about the circumstances of the outpost.

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When you came into the room for dinner on the first evening, you sat between Timothy and Coco.

You looked curiously at the small cube on your plate.

"What is that?" You asked without any disgust in your voice. It was curiosity.

"It is not possible for us to cook properly .." explained Timothy.

"And that's why these cubes exist, they contain everything you need to be full and to eat healthily .."

"Fascinating .." you mumbled and poked the cube with your fork.

"Fascinating .." Ms Venable repeated quietly at the end of the table as she watched you.

"With these dice you could have helped so many people who were starving ..." you said.

The others seemed to be making fun of why you blushed. You didn't even notice the brown eyes staring at you.

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Ms. Venable smiled when she remembered it.

"Fascinating ...", she repeated your words again.

Unlike the others, you were grateful; thankful for your own room, thankful for the clothes, thankful for the warmth, and also thankful for the cubes, ...

just grateful to be alive.

And even when the sun wasn't shining, you had become the sun of Outpost 3.

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Mallory gave you 4 more books to put on the shelves.

Coco came into the library, followed by Mr. Gallant.

"I don't understand why you always help the Grays ..", Coco sighed and let himself fall on the sofa.

"I don't know how it is with you, but a parents taught me to clear away my stuff myself .." you answered annoyed.

You didn't really like Coco, she always treated Mallory like shit, even though she did so much for Coco.

"We didn't pay $ 500 million to clean up now .." said Mr. Gallant, sitting next to Coco.

You shook your head blankly. What was the meaning of money now?

The tactful knock of Ms. Venable's cane made your head wander towards the door.

You did not go unnoticed how the bodies of the other people in the room stiffened at the noise.

You never really understood why everyone was so afraid of her.

Sure, the way she treated others wasn't exactly moral and how proud she walked despite her disability was a bit intimidating, but still she was only human.

And somehow you found her attitude interesting and you made it your business to find out what was behind the rock-hard shell that she showed everyone.

"Ms Venable ..", you were happy when she entered the room.

She raised her eyes to you and raised an eyebrow, which made you blush.

"What are you doing up there?" She asked, giving you a disapproving look.

'Up there,' meant the ladder that leaned against the bookcase so you could help Mallory sort the books.

"Uhm..I-" you stuttered.

"Yes?" She asked sharply, making Coco and Mr. Gallant giggle.

"I don't know what's so funny about that .." she hissed and stared at the two who immediately fell silent.

"I help Mallory sorting the books .. I had nothing to do and wanted to help her .. We're almost done anyway .." you said and her attention was directed back to you.

"Didn't I explain that the Grays serve the Purples and not the other way around ..?"

"You did, but-"

"Your place is not with them, you wear purple .. Or do you want to wear gray from today? I don't think anyone would have a problem if we had another servant from today .."

"But that's bullshit .." you snapped.

"For my whole life I was told that all people are worth the same, no matter how rich, no matter what gender, no matter what skin color. And I am sure that you were brought up under these standards, Ms. Venable. And only because the world is dying, social skills and sociability do not have to die with it .. "

When the words left your mouth, you immediately regretted it. Your eyes widened and you clapped your hand over your mouth.

Ms. Venable's eyes sparkled with anger.

"You'd better watch your loose mouth, Miss Y / L / N .." she began quietly.

"Or you end up like Stu ..."

That was the last thing she said before she left the room and the tapping of her cane continued to recede.

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Ms. Venable knew the way she sat here wasn't right.

But she knew she could never be this close to you again and that was why she couldn't leave.

She had never met anyone as selfless as you were.

You seemed like the only one at the outpost who wasn't n place in the sanctuary argued.

And Ms. Venable also knew that it wasn't easy for you, even though you were always so nice to everyone.

How many times had she stood at your door and heard you cry?

You too had lost family, friends and everything else, but you were afraid of looking ungrateful, which is why you didn't show your grief to anyone, but she heard you. And every time she just wanted to open your door and make it stop.

The idea of you curling up on your bed and sobbing inside made her sick.

But she knew it wasn't right. At least she felt like she was crossing a line when comforting you.

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„What I miss most is the weight of full shopping bags in my hand .." said Coco and made you snort at the statement.

"What do you miss most Y / N?" She asked when she noticed your reaction.

It was evening, you didn't know exactly what day (Thursday? Friday?) And everyone was sitting in the library talking about their lives before the apocalypse and what they would miss most.

You thought about it for a moment. There was so much that you missed: your family, your friends, your job, ...

"I miss breathing .." you said.

"Breathe?" Dinah asked and grinned.

You blushed when you saw their amused faces.

"Yes .. so breathing real air, we have been breathing artificial oxygen for a year, because the air outside is supposed to be contaminated .. And I would like to breathe fresh air again .."

Your gaze fell on Ms. Venable when you noticed her watching you.

"Uhm .. what are you missing, Ms. Venable ..?" You asked her.

"Me?" She asked in surprise.

You nodded.

She looked away from you and looked into the fireplace. She was kind of embarrassed, but she didn't miss anything.

She liked being in charge of Outpost 3. And it was a nice feeling to be feared.

She had her own rules in this outpost: the Victorian dress code, the separation of the Grays and the Purples, and the lack of modern technology.

And she loved being the dictator of this outpost and everyone played by her rules.

"Family .." she said curtly without looking up from the fire.

You were surprised to hear that she had a family and you wanted to ask her about it.

Ms. Venable got up and left the room, your eyes fixed on her.

"Did you know she has a family?" Whispered Mr. Gallant.

You just shook your head.

Ms. Venable had never spoken about her life before the apocalypse as if she hadn't lived properly before.

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You turned in her lap.

Ms. Venable instinctively lowered her gaze back to you.

There was no way she wanted you to wake up.

Again she remembered that she was going to kill you tomorrow.

You weren't allowed to die, you were too sweet, too innocent.

You were too important. Too important to her.

And Ms. Venable couldn't admit to herself that she was in love with you. From the first moment she saw you, a confused and crying mess with endless feelings of guilt for leaving your family behind, ever since she was in love with you and she wanted you to be hers.

But she had never felt this way before.

Ms. Venable was completely alien to any feelings of love and affection.

And how should she pass something like that on if she had never found out herself?

Her fingers traveled over your face and landed on your lips.

You woke up at the feeling and immediately opened your eyes.

Ms Venable immediately withdrew her hand as she stared into your sleepy eyes and wanted to jump up, but you were still on top of her.

"Ms Venable .." you whispered confused and sat up in her lap.

"I am sorry..".

She mumbled and picked up her cane.

"No ..", you cut her off and put your hand on her left hand, which was resting on the stick.

"It's okay.."

She slowly raised her right hand and brushed your hair back from your face.

Her brown eyes stared up at you as her hand lingered on your cheek.

There was a moment's hesitation before you leaned over and pressed your lips to hers.

At that moment, you were so scared that she would push you away and yell at you in disgust.

But she didn't, because she too was afraid, but much more of what she was feeling at the moment.

She just sat there, hand frozen on your cheek, her lips sealed with yours.

You are weak, Wilhemina

You shouldn't be here

That's wrong

Stop it!

The voice in her head screamed at her, but Ms. Venable ignored it. You would die anyway, it didn't matter what she did now anyway.

"I love you ..." she whispered against your lips.

"What?", You withdrew and looked at her in disbelief.

In the light of the fireplace you recognized the tear streaks that adorned her face. Like then you reached out your hand to wipe away her tears, but you hesitated because you were unsure whether you could touch her.

When she noticed this, she took your hand and placed it on her cheek.

"I love you, Y / N .." she said aloud this time.

"Oh Ms Venable..I-" you started but she put her hand on your mouth.

"You're not allergic to apples, are you?"

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channiebbang · 3 years

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alone.

synopsis: changbin and y/n's relationship, although it started beautifully, hit rock bottom a long time ago and while he fell headfirst into his university life and all the chaos and craziness that comes with it, she was left behind. while he had the time of his life for the first time ever she was drowning in the arms of her biggest enemy and friend, loneliness and self doubt. changbin hears her cries of help a little too late.

characters: Changbin, Main Character, a smidge of Bang Chan.

pairing: unistudent!changbin x f.maincharacter

genre: angst, das all, just angst

word count: 1.9k

warnings: description of being left behind and feeling forgotten, loneliness and self doubt.

author’s note: i think i wrote this someday during spring of 2020, when i wasn't in a good place. this hits a bit close to home and is way too personal but bc i'm a person that doesn't really express themselves that much i found out writing helps a lot so here it is lol i hope you enjoy reading this 💛

She felt small sitting under Changbin's cold gaze, her eyes kept shifting here and there to always end up falling down to her twiddling fingers.

It had been a little over fifteen minutes, and he hadn't said a word. She knew what the matter was, but she was scared of where this was leading.

"Tell me what's up," Changbin suddenly said. Y/n's head snapped up at his voice. Her eyes stared at his face for a while.

"What?" She muttered, hating how hesitant she sounded. When did things become so uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked again, his usual higher, sweet voice now low and gruff. Y/n gulped.

Suddenly she understood why everyone said Changbin was scary when angry, although she didn't know if he was angry or upset. Either ways, it was scary.

"I don't understand," she mumbled only for him to quickly snap back.

"Bullshit. Tell me," he demanded, arms crossed. And god, it was so intimidating.

"Can you not intimidate me so much," she asked, a nervous snicker leaving her lips. Changbin didn't give any signs of change. Y/n cleared her throat her eyes falling once again to her fingers.

"You want to break up?" Changbin suddenly asked, his voice cold and almost mocking. Y/n closed her eyes, head down. She felt so small in front of him.

Things hadn't been going the best between them for a while. And where it first started because Changbin couldn't keep his promise of always making time for her when she needed it, it followed with her slowly distancing herself and closing off. The loneliness too much to bear at times.

And she got so used to him not being there that she made friends with the loneliness. It provided her more comfort than Changbin did.

She knew she shouldn't have put so much of herself into a guy, after all it happened before too. But Changbin was different.

He had to be, right? He was my bestfriend, he knew me so well. I had no reason to watch my back as I let myself fall with my eyes closed. He could read me so well. Then why wasn't he there when I called for him? Why was I cast aside the same way I was before? Why did he forget what I cried to him about in the past while I was with someone else? How did he forget about his bestfriend?

He promised. As soon as you feel like I'm not giving you enough time, you tell me, and I will drop whatever I'm doing to talk to you and vice versa, he said. If you need me at any moment, you call me, and I will too, he said. I want this to work, i love you so much, he said. I will try my best so it doesn't get to the point where I don't give you enough time, he said.

So when she called the first time why did he snicker and tell her he had to figure some stuff out now that he was in university, with it being the first few weeks of it, and things being chaotic. And she understood.

But then he was figuring things out, sorting out his schedule, socializing, partying, making new friends, hanging out with them, going to classes, having meetings with the clubs he joined. And where did she fall in between all that? So she understood.

And when she couldn't, she called him asking for just a ten minute call a day, she would be okay with just that. Just ten minutes of his attention.

And you can call her an attention whore, that's okay. She can be one for her boyfriend if she wanted to, she had every right to ask for a little of his attention.

But why didn't she receive that ten minute call after the fourth day? Why were his texts coming in so late?

30 minutes. 1 hour. 2 hours. 3 hours.

She trusted him, blindly, she knew him all too well not to. He was her bestfriend.

So she called again, tried to get her ten minute call. He was never alone. Friends always surrounding him, and where she was glad and happy for him that he clicked with a circle in university, so he didn't have to be alone and drowning in his thoughts, she also sat there, on the phone with him, while he sat there with his friends.

And she spoke, fuck, she tried to tell him stuff that happened in her daily life like she always did. She just wanted to fucking talk to her bestfriend like she did the past five years. But who would she speak to when he wasn't listening to a word she said.

So sometimes she would abruptly stop talking and see if he'd notice. He wouldn't. And if he would it would be when it's been too silent on the other side and he would say, "hello? You there?" "Yeah!" She would say in a light voice, so he wouldn't notice.

And then she was the one drowning. And she hated water, goddammit, she hated it so much, she was terrified of it but she would choose that over the drowning she was going through.

The voices in her head too many, drowning her, screaming over her, comforting her. Because now someone was talking.

Comfort was loneliness, and again, she got used to the sweet lullaby the silence would sing. So loud, yet so calming.

Because silence can't hurt you, loneliness can't disappoint you. They won't ever leave you.

And in months, she was closed off once again.

Where she had her bestfriend in the past, she had no one now.

And she hated herself for it, she hated it because she lost her bestfriend. The only person that could ever help her, the only person that she could ever run to, the only person that she could say anything to.

Suddenly she had no one to help her, that she could run to or that she could talk to.

And everything was back on being suffocating. The empty feeling sucking her in it's black hole, the constant lost feeling looming over her.

She couldn't talk to him about herself anymore, she just couldn't.

So she knew he was meaninglessly taunting her with that question, but was it even appropriate when he knew they were on the rocks? Was he so willing to ask such a risky thing when she was so used to being alone?

Changbin stared at the girl in front of him, wondering what happened.

She used to be so full of light, so full of life. And now she was just a shell of her old self. She was doing so good, they were doing so good.

And he knew it was mostly his fault, and damn, did he hate himself for it. He should've seen it before. The signs were obvious.

How did he not see it? He had spent a lot of his time in the arms of the same loneliness for so long, how did he not see it?

He had spent so much of his teenage life, if not all of it, drowning in his own loneliness, his own voices. He had been lost for so long, and she was the one that gave him hope. She helped him without even realizing. Hell, even he didn't know. Then how did he let this happen to her?

What games was fate playing with him?

He had told her so many times how small things she did or said helped him cope up so much when he was the one drowning. His bestfriend was the light at the end of the tunnel.

How did he push her down the same tunnel he struggled to come out of? The same tunnel she helped him out of? How did he turn his back on the same hands that helped steady him without even knowing anything? How dare he?

He saw her in this state before, he helped her out of it when that bastard shoved her too deep into the claws of self hatred. Loneliness her most comforting friend back then too. He helped her out of it, then how did he let her fall again?

His hands felt clammy now, his body heating up as he tried to keep his emotions at bay.

She gulped down the lump in her throat, not wanting him to see her weak and bothered. She didn't want to worry him. She hated the thought of him thinking he had to watch over her, he had to keep her from falling again. She didn't want to be a burden, she felt like that her whole life already.

She took a deep breath as she looked up at him, a small sad smile on her lips and Changbin held in his breath not believing but also knowing where this was going. And it broke the couple's heart.

"That would be the most reasonable think to do, don't you think?" She asked, and fuck why did she have to sound so sweet yet so heartbreaking? He thought, gulping down.

"No, we can make this work," he furrowed his eyebrows, stubborn, hopeful. And y/n almost smiled at her stubborn baby, but she couldn't. He hadn't been her baby in a long time.

"Changbin," she whispered and Changbin hated it. Hated how she called him, how she made him sound pathetic and like a baby and an involuntary sob escaped his lips.

And almost immediately she got up from her seat on his desk chair and her arms were around his wide shoulders as his head pressed against her stomach. Her own tears running down her cheeks as she quietly sobbed with him.

"I'm so sorry," he choked out, arms tightly secured around her thighs. She nodded, her cheek resting against his hair as she stroked his locks with one hand, the other secured around his shoulders.

"I'm very sorry, too," she spoke against his hair, her voice strained.

"No, I was supposed to be there for you. You told me you were not okay, I should've been there for you, I-I should've, should've," she shushed him, wrapping both of her arms around him and bending forward to rest her head against his shoulder.

"Don't," she scolded softly, her constant tears probably wetting his hair as they ran down.

"Don't lose yourself, okay?" She reminded him, her fingers running through his hair again as she stood up straight. She felt Changbin's arms tighten a bit more.

"Stop worrying about me, think about yourself for once," he sternly spoke, his voice rough. He refused to let go. He just needed a little bit more.

"I will," she said nodding, even though he couldn't see her and Changbin snorted.

"No, you won't," he spat out and she flinched because she knew it too but she decided not to say anything.

She had left after calming him down but to be honest, both of them knew the other broke down crying as soon as they were out of each other's sight.

Changbin stared at his bedroom ceiling, staring at nothing in particular.

A knock at the door brought his attention to it, his eyes shifting to Bang Chan standing at the door.

The older walked in, a tight lipped smile on his lips as he handed a cold water bottle to his friend.

"Thanks, hyung," Changbin smiled at him, sitting up and taking a sip of the water right away.

"Don't worry, Bin. Everything will be okay," he softly spoke, his hand comfortingly grasping Changbin's shoulder, and the younger couldn't help but nod, hopeful. Trusting his oldest friend.

"I hope so too," he muttered.

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marvelgiggles · 3 years

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Learning to Be Loved

Chapter 3

It was now becoming the end of summer, which almost time for school to start. You didn’t want to go back to the school you went to last year. You were fairly advanced when it came to your other classmates, especially in STEM related classes plus they were your favorite topics. Peter found out that you loved those types of classes, he wanted you to come to school with him.

Another thing that has happened in the past few months since living with the Avengers is that you’ve broken out of your shell. You were now the person you always hoped you could be surrounded by the family you had always dreamed of. There were still some bridges to be crossed but you were improving daily and the Avengers were very patient with you.

“Y/N you have a guest at the downstairs entrance.” JARVIS announced. You squealed and ran as fast as you could to greet Peter. “Peter!” You yelled and jumped into his arms.

“Hey Y/N/N!” He said hugging you back just as hard and kissed your cheek. He set you down, “What’s everyone up to today?”

“Wanda, Sam, Vision, and Rhodey are on a mission. Tony and Pepper are on a business call and Steve and Bucky are out training, so I’ve been bored. Wanna build a blanket fort and watch movies?” You asked bouncing on the balls of your feet with excitement.

When the Avengers went on missions together or in groups, you were worried the entire time they were gone. You finally had a family and didn’t want to loose any of them. There was a part of you that completely understood why they had to go on missions and you were incredibly proud of them for doing something that brave and knowing that they were helping people. You tried to keep yourself busy so you wouldn’t think about it too much.

“That sounds amazing!” Peter said, “Race ya!” Peter suddenly took off giving him the advantage.

“Peter, no fair!” You giggled running after him to try and beat him to the living room. The two of you were giggling as Peter would slow down to help you catch up but when you were close he would speed up again. When the two of you finally made it to the living room, Peter won by just a hair.

“I win.” Peter sang which caused you to poke his tummy. He gasped and curled away from your finger. “Is that a game you want to start now there Y/N?” Peter started to poke your tummy in retaliation which made you giggle slightly.

“Nohoho.”

“You wanna grab the blankets for the fort? The more you grab the bigger it can be.” You grinned and rushed off to the closet that held all of the blankets, you grabbed as many as you could carry while still somewhat seeing where you were going. You got back to the living room Peter had moved some of the furniture around to clear a spot for the epic fort you were going to make.

“Let’s get started.” Peter rubbed his hands together rapidly, something he did when he was excited about something.

After an hour, you and Peter made the most epic blanket fort in the history of blanket forts. You had the TV set up on the ground, also doubling the use and making it one of the walls of the fort. You also brought some of the extra string lights from your room down and strung them along the ceiling. It was also loaded up with some of the extra blankets you didn’t use and all of the pillows that were from the couches. It also was stocked full of all the appropriate movie marathon snacks.

“What movie should we start with?” Peter asked you.

You shrugged. You didn’t want to accidentally pick a movie that Peter didn’t like and make him want to sit through the whole thing. “Whatever you want to watch is fine.” It also helped you were pretty easy to please when it came to movies, as long as it wasn’t a horror movie or super graphic.

“Are the Lion King movies okay?” You nodded with a smile. You both made yourselves comfortable while also each grabbing a snack. Halfway through the movie Peter spoke up.

“Y/N,” you turned your head to look at him letting him know he had your full attention, “do you wanna cuddle?” Your face all of a sudden got very warm and you avoided his eyes. You slightly nodded and Peter opened his arms, “Well come here then Cuddlebug.” You eagerly crawled into his arms.

While you have broke out of your shell in the last few months, you were still struggling with asking for certain types of affection. You had no issues giving hugs to people, but you were still too nervous to ask for cuddles or kiss someone one the cheek. The Avengers gave you the nickname of Cuddlebug because cuddles were one of your favorite things on the planet.

“Thanks for keeping me company Peter.” You whispered. He drew you closer to him while giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

“Of course. You’re one of my best friends Y/N, I love hanging out with you.”

Another thing that all the Avengers have learned about you appreciated words. Growing up you were never told that someone was proud of you, that someone cared about you, or even that someone loved you. Since the Avengers knew a little background of your previous life they tried their best to always tell you what they thought of you.

“I like hanging out with me too.” You teased, even though you had a rough past you still understood sarcasm, which was also something that came to life recently.

“Oh look, it’s miss sassy pants, guess I will have to fix that.” He rolled you onto your back and he laid on your side, crossing his over and under yours pinning you into place, and then he started to squeeze your hips. You burst into giggles trying to twist away but Peter’s legs had you stuck in place.

“Peheheheter!”

“Oh can miss sassy pants not take some tickles? Well that’s too bad, I have to tickle all of the sass out of you.” Peter sang now bringing his horribly quick fingers up to your armpits making you Tickle Me Elmo giggles burst out.

“Looks like miss sassy pants has turned into Tickle Me Elmo, how cute.” Peter chuckled, “Maybe this spot will make you loose all your sass.” He then moved down to your ribs, he hit a particularly overly sensitive spot. It was at the bottom of your ribs but on the backside of your rib cage. You were so shocked at this new feeling that you didn’t even try to squirm it was like you were paralyzed with laughter.

You were trying to tap out or do something to get him to stop, then thankfully he decided to have mercy on you.

“I’m definitely going to remember that spot.” He squeezed it quick again eliciting a squeal from you. “But it’s not as good as this one.” He jellyfished the knee closest to him and you quickly grabbed his hand and wove his fingers between yours so he didn’t get carried away and tickle you longer than you could handle. “I’m done I promise.”

“I like hanging out with you too Peter.” You told him once you finally caught your breath and the both of you got more comfortable and finished your Lion King movie marathon.

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It was the first day at Peter’s new school and it would be a lie if you didn’t say you were nervous. You were about to go to school with a bunch of genius kids and a new school, but you were thankful to have Peter by your side.

You were standing outside the building looking at the front doors, “Ready?” Peter said grabbing your hand.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know that you were holding. “Is it weird that I’m nervous?”

“No but I’m going to be with you in class all day. Mr. Stark made a call apparently.” He smiled and you felt so touched that Tony would go out of his way to make sure that you were comfortable and with Peter all day. Peter tugged your hand and you followed him into school.

You felt a lot of eyes on you making you feel really small and uncomfortable. Peter just simply squeezed your hand letting you know that he was there and walked into your first classroom.

You were a little surprised to find a few round tables in the room instead of a bunch of desks. Peter walked over to a table with a few people and sat down, you immediately followed so you wouldn’t have to sit a table where you didn’t know anyone.

“Y/N, these are my friends Ned and MJ. Guys, this is Y/N.” Peter told you while pointing to a girl with curly black hair and the guy who couldn’t stop smiling with no hair.

“So you’re the Y/N Peter has told us about.” You suddenly got really nervous, what had Peter said about you, good things or bad things, that fear of suddenly loose your closest and first friend made it’s way to the pit of your stomach. Peter started to notice your tense state and simply placed his hand on top of yours.

“Hey, I’ve only told them good things. I told them that I made another best friend over the summer named Y/N and that she was super fun to hang out with.”

You smiled appreciatively at him, “Why aren’t there desks?” Peter chuckled at your question but you didn’t feel stupid or insecure at his response.

“It’s supposed to help with learning. We are all facing each other and the teachers have structured their teaching so we can work more in groups and go back and forth with each other, rather than just sit and listen to them talk all the time. Not all the teachers have it but it’s becoming more common throughout the school.”

That made you nervous and a little more excited about school. You were always such a hands on learner but you didn’t really know anyone yet so you were even more thankful that you were in class with Peter and that Tony made a call to the school.

Finally, lunch time came around and you were the first one to sit at the table Peter told you he sat at. You felt a presence sit next to you and you turned to look expecting to find Peter but instead you were looking a boy you’ve never seen before. He was wearing a letterman jacket and he was kind of handsome as well.

“Hi, I’m Brad. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” Then all of a sudden a large group of guys in letterman jackets sat around you.

“Well Y/N welcome to Midtown High. Where’d you move from?” He was obviously trying to get to know you for some reason and you just wanted to leave but you also didn’t want to be rude.

“I’m just here for today to see if I like it.” You said quietly not liking the pressure you felt from all of the guys around you.

“I hope you stay because...”

“Hey Y/N, wanna join MJ, Ned and I over there.” Peter interrupted Brad, you had never been so thankful to see Peter. You eagerly nodded when all of a sudden you felt a hand on your arm, trying to get you to sit back down and you knew it wasn’t Peter. “Hey Parker, she was already sitting here.”

“I know!” Peter actually looked pretty angry at Brad, “But this is where we normally sit and you didn’t have to sit here plus Y/N is my friend and she’s clearly uncomfortable, so take your hand off of her so she can come sit with her real friends.” You had never heard Peter talk like that and you made a note to never get on his bad side. Brad thankfully did what Peter said and you stood up to follow Peter to where he was sitting.

“I’m sorry about Brad. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Peter said as you were making your way to his table.

You shook your head, “Thank you for saving me.” You said quietly.

Peter kissed your cheek quickly and whispered in your ear, “That’s my job Y/N.” Causing you to giggle at his cheesiness and the whisper in your ear tickled a little bit too.

After lunch time was over, you went to all the other classes with Peter and enjoyed your day at the school, but when the bell rang at the end of the day you were even more happy to go home. You were never really away from the compound for that long since you’ve lived there so you missed everyone and couldn’t wait to get back home.

Peter told you he wouldn’t be coming back to the compound with you and he had to go somewhere with his aunt after school, so Happy would be picking you up. Peter did walk you out to the front door and you instantly spotted Happy’s car.

“Bye Peter, have fun with May.”

“I’ll text you later, Y/N.” He pulled you into a hug before you got in the car. Happy and you made light conversation on the way back to the compound.

“Welcome home Y/N.” JARVIS said as you walked in the front door.

“Hi JARVIS! Is Tony in the lab?”

“He’s currently working on a new model for his suit.” JARVIS told you and you ran to the lab wanting to tell Tony about your day. Once you got to the lab you saw a stool right next to him, you figured if you sat there he might even let you help him.

“Hey pipsqueak, how was school with the kid?” He turned from what he was working on and kissed your hair.

“It was fun.” You said simply kicking your legs back and forth on the stool watching in fascination on what Tony was working on.

“Yeah, so is that were you think you wanna go this year?” He set his tools down and stopped what he was doing to give you his full attention.

“No.” You said quietly suddenly getting nervous to tell Tony what you were thinking. You looked up a Tony quick and his head was cocked to the side and one of his eyebrows was raised.

“I liked the school but I’d rather learn stuff from you in the lab and help you with suits and other things.” You were suddenly snatched off the stool in a big bear hug and Tony swung you around in a circle making you laugh.

“I get to have you here all the time!” Tony screamed as he continued to spin you around. When he finally stopped spinning you felt his hands squeeze between you arms and your armpits, he started to wiggle his fingers causing one of everyone’s favorite laughter from you. Your Tickle Me Elmo giggles broke out and you started to kick you legs.

“Tohohohony!” You giggled, you couldn’t help but try to get some momentum to break free of his grasp but you also didn’t mind as you loved being tickled. Tony didn’t acknowledge your protests and started to rub his beard in the crook of you neck. Your giggles got more frantic and your kicking became a little more desperate than before. Tony kept this up for a while, he’d either rub his beard around your neck, or wiggle his fingers in your armpits or even do both at the same time.

He finally had mercy on you after a while and set you back down on your feet and he gave you a long kiss on your forehead. “I would love nothing more than to teach you everything I know. I’ve always wanted a little apprentice.”

“I’m sorry you went through all that trouble of calling the school for nothing.”

Tony waved his hand dismissively, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my girl. Now where should we start?”

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pastelwitchling · 3 years

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Kyle Valenti Appreciation Week [Day 1]

“It’s a lot bigger than I thought it’d be,” Alex said, and Kyle smiled.

He’d spent weeks preparing to go to this doctor’s convention in Albuquerque alone, wondering just how many old men in lab coats he would be forced to listen to discuss the importance of the work they’d done at their bigger, fancier hospitals. Then, on the morning he was getting ready to go, Alex showed up at his doorstep with a backpack and a smirk.

“Ready to go?”

Kyle was more than a little grateful. He’d thrown his arms around Alex’s shoulders, making him laugh. The beautiful sound was a good start to what was already beginning to look like a more bearable trip.

So now they stood before a giant hotel that Kyle was sure was bigger than Roswell’s hospital, ready for five days of lectures and – hopefully – one too many martinis to get through it.

“Do not leave me alone with these people,” he muttered as the automatic doors let them in, and the cold air conditioning slapped their faces.

Alex scoffed. “If you hate coming to these things so much, why do you? Couldn’t you just take a sick day or something?”

“I’m a doctor,” Kyle said miserably. “I’m legally not allowed to be sick.” He mustered a smile as he checked into his room.

“Oh!” the receptionist smiled at the two of them. Kyle guessed she rarely saw anyone under the age of seventy at one of these things. “Your reservation doesn’t mention a plus-one. I can update you from the two double-sized bedroom to the single king-size, if you want.”

Kyle glanced at Alex with wide eyes, and was glad to see he wasn’t the only one blushing. Then a ping caught Alex’s attention and he pulled out his phone.

“Uh – we’re just friends,” Kyle stammered. “We’re not – I mean, he wouldn’t – he is way out of my league –”

“No,” Alex cut him off, pocketing his phone and smiling politely, if not a little uncomfortably, at the receptionist. “We’re good with the two-bedroom, thanks.”

Kyle swallowed and nodded, handing in his doctor’s badge and trying (and failing) not to look to Alex every so often, who was doing a great job of avoiding Kyle’s gaze completely. Was it really that bad for people to think they were together? He knew Alex was amazing, he knew he’d made mistakes himself when they were teenagers, but he’d hoped that they’d grown past that. That when someone asked if they were in love, they could laugh it off and take it as a complement.

Kyle wondered if it was normal to want people to assume you were dating your best friend, then realized he was being spoken to.

“Thirteenth floor, room 1369,” she said, still looking from Kyle to Alex and back as if too in love to know who to properly stare at.

“Great,” Kyle said, eager to go. “Thank you.”

They got onto the elevator with one old woman in the corner who was busying herself with pinning her badge on her lab coat.

“Forty seconds,” he muttered to Alex who huffed a chuckle. “We’ve been here forty seconds, and I already wish I was dead. Ironic, considering we’re surrounded by doctors.”

“Relax,” Alex said distractedly, and Kyle just realized how close he was. “You said the first lecture isn’t until tonight, right? So we’ll get to the room, and you can rest up until then.”

Kyle swallowed. Alex’s breath was warm on the shell of his ear. Was that normal? To like Alex’s breath against his skin? To want to lean back into him to feel more of it?

He shook his head, shutting his eyes tight. He was exhausted, and being ridiculous. He didn’t want to lean back into Alex – seriously, what was wrong with him today?

Once they’d reached the tenth floor, the old woman stepped off, and Kyle and Alex were alone. He looked down at his shoes, feigning nonchalance. “Can you believe that receptionist thought we were together?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “It’s not that hard to believe.”

“Still,” Kyle said, “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.”

Alex frowned. “Kyle, I’m not –”

Bing!

The doors opened to the thirteenth floor, and Kyle nudged his chin. “That’s us.”

They stepped off and down the carpeted corridor to their room. Kyle used his pass to let them in, and Alex let out a low whistle at the sight. It was a suite, it had to be. The door opened to a large sitting room with Victorian-esque furniture splayed around and flower vases on small wooden tables. There was a large-screen TV hanging on the wall and a small kitchen on the far right, reminding them that they hadn’t, in fact, been transported to the eighteenth century.

“Wow,” Alex murmured, checking the room on the left. “The beds are in here!” he called. “So’s the bathroom.”

“Great,” Kyle said, “because I need a shower to wash off the convention from my skin.”

Alex smiled, and Kyle tried not to think of the pride that bloomed in his chest at the sight of it.

As he rummaged for a pair of underwear and pajamas from his suitcase, Alex got another ping on his phone. Kyle threw glances at him, and noticed that his smile dimmed before he’d even pulled it out of his pocket.

Without responding, he clicked it off and tossed it on the bed.

“Everything okay?”

Alex hummed, mustering a smile that Kyle had learned long ago meant that he was bothered and trying not to fall into his own mess of thoughts.

“Hey,” Alex said. “I heard about this cool burger place, just down the street. You want to clean up and go?”

He groaned. “I’m so in love with you, please don’t ever leave me.”

Alex laughed, his cheeks red. He plopped down on his bed, arms outstretched. His shirt had ridden up his stomach, and Kyle’s eyes lingered on the tanned patch of naked skin. Alex’s eyes were closed, and he raised his hands to fold under his head, bringing his shirt up more.

If Kyle asked, would Alex let him touch him there? Would he let Kyle run his hand across his stomach, maybe higher up his shirt? Kyle imagined just lying down beside Alex, Alex looking at him with dark, hungry eyes. Alex reaching up to cup his jaw, caress his cheek, lean in with an open mouth and eager hands. What would Alex do, he wondered, if he just lied beside him and told him; Do whatever you want, I want you to.

“I don’t know why you complain about these things,” Alex said, yanking Kyle out of his thoughts. “A whole week away from work with a fancy hotel room sounds pretty good after Roswell.”

“It’s fancy this year,” Kyle said indignant, feeling a weird swell of shame in his chest. Not for the first time, Kyle was glad Alex didn’t have Isobel’s mind-reading powers. “You weren’t here when they put us in motels.”

“We could’ve had fun in a motel.”

“It’s a motel,” Kyle deadpanned. “There only thing you can do there for fun is . . .”

Alex raised a brow. “Have sex?”

Heat rose to the tips of Kyle’s ears and he cleared his throat. “Could you imagine . . . if – if we’d been there . . . together? Last year?”

Alex said nothing for a long while, and Kyle didn’t dare look at him. Then he heard Alex sit up in bed.

“Kyle –” he started, his voice strange, then –

Ping!

Alex turned silent, and Kyle looked over at him to see him focused on his phone, his finger hovering over the screen. Finally, Alex swallowed and pocketed it.

“You okay?”

Alex slid off the bed. “Yeah. I’ll go ask what time the meals are in this place,” he said. “You should get cleaned up.”

He patted Kyle’s shoulder twice on his way out, and Kyle watched him leave. The second he was out the door, Kyle threw his face into his pillow and cursed himself.

What had he said? What had he been thinking?! Alex was going to think he was hitting on him, pushing himself on his gay friend because he was bored!

“Idiot!” he yelled, his voice muffled. “What were you thinking, what’s wrong with you?!”

The empty hotel room didn’t respond.

As they sat over their burgers and fries, Kyle thought Alex was unusually quiet. Every time he tried to make him laugh, Alex would get a call or text, and his smile would instantly fall away.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he tried. “There’s no way I could’ve made it through this week without you.”

“Week hasn’t started yet,” Alex reminded him, rational and calculating as always. Kyle smiled to himself.

“Why’d you decide to come anyway?”

Alex folded his arms on the table and sighed. He looked a lot more tired than he had that morning, but he smiled, nonetheless. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

Kyle’s heart fluttered in his chest. “Alex –”

Ping!

Alex shut his away, his smile faded. “Sorry, just – just one second.” He pulled out his phone, checked the message on the screen with furrowed brows, seemed to hesitate about something, then swiped across his screen and fell silent again.

It was when they were nursing their milkshakes, Alex mindlessly swirling a fry in his, that Kyle couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay,” he finally said, “what’s going on with you? I’m the one that’s supposed to be miserable on this trip, remember?”

Alex blinked. “Nothing’s going on.”

“Alex,” Kyle said. “It’s me.”

Alex said nothing a moment, then another text came, and he all but flinched. Kyle frowned. There was only one person who could give Alex that kind of reaction.

His shoulders fell. “It’s Guerin, isn’t it?” he said. “He’s the one that’s been calling nonstop.”

Alex shut his eyes and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair, and said, “I don’t know why I can’t talk to him. Not now, I –” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I thought I could get over . . . the whole thing with Maria, but I . . . I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shook his head, and managed a smile. “Because I don’t understand what’s happening either. I don’t get why it’s suddenly . . . bothering me so much. And because this trip isn’t about that. This is about you, so let’s just table Guerin until some of this starts to make more sense, okay?”

Kyle stared. He’d spent years watching Alex put his own feelings aside because everyone else was just that much more important. He’d seen Alex ignore his own tears so he could wipe away Kyle’s, he’d seen him bleed for Michael over and over.

“You know,” he said, “back in high school, when I first started to become someone I’m not proud of –”

Alex frowned. “What – why are you bringing that up now?”

“You didn’t hate me for it at first,” Kyle went on. “Even when I didn’t invite you to parties, even when I told people that I didn’t really know you, even when . . . when I called you things behind your back –”

“Stop,” Alex shut his eyes, “I don’t want to talk about that.”

“You have to,” Kyle insisted, leaning in and taking Alex’s hand. “Because even after all of that, you wanted to see the good in me, and only the good. And then, when I stopped talking behind your back, and said all that messed up crap to your face, then you started to get angry. You put me in my place, every time. You give people chances, Alex. That doesn’t mean you don’t know how to punish them.”

Alex stared at his milkshake. “What’s your point?”

“That I got mine,” he said, and shrugged a shoulder, smiling. “And Guerin’s about to get his. It’s okay, Alex. You’re okay.”

Alex stared at him a long while, then a smile tugged at his lips. “You were wrong, you know,” he said softly. “You’re the one that’s out of my league.”

Kyle blinked, and realized he’d leaned in impossibly close. He cleared his throat, sitting back, his face inexplicably warm.

“Manes,” he murmured, shaking his head. “This’ll be one hell of a week.”

As he watched Alex bite his lower lip to keep his smile from widening, his face a cute shade of pink, he realized this trip might not be as bad as he’d thought.

#kyle valenti #alex manes #kylex #kyleweek21 #kyleappreciation21 #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #kylex angst #kylex fluff #michael trevino #tyler blackburn #kylex fic #kylex fanfic #kylex fanfiction

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yelenasdog · 4 years

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romance and espionage (eggsy unwin x fem reader)

genre: fluff w/ whole lotta angst

summary: who knew names could be such a touchy subject?

words: 2.4k

warnings: literally saying fuck everyother sentence, kissing, golden circle spoilers (is that a thing? idk), mentions of harry’s supposed death, mentions of roxy’s death, guns, and i think thats it.

ok, all my cm moots don’t judge me.

a/n: ight so uhh as i’m posting this i’m finding out taron is an incel so that’s kinda oW but uhh i haven’t seen the secret service, i just rewatched the golden circle the other night and hyperfixated on taron so... uh here’s this LMAO. also! this takes place after the golden circle, and reader took roxy’s spot as lancelot. ok enjoy!!

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“God, Eggsy, would you quiet down?!”

He snarled meanly in a way that could make Bennie and Jet’s metallic forms cower in fear, his thin lips turning into a grimace.

“Don't call me that here. It’s Galahad, and Galahad only.”

The other agent only scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Lancelot’s surroundings were dark, although quite stunning nonetheless. It was clear and starry night sky, perfect for romance, the worst for espionage. The air felt so refreshing on her skin, allowing her to feel free in some way, even just for a moment, which she savoured, as a feeling such as that was rare in her line of work.

Now, if the girl had been with someone other than the annoying, prickish, and (even though it pained her to the highest degree to say it) handsome fellow, she maybe would have tried to have a little fun to pass the time. Maybe fool around a bit, fraternize with a coworker, eh?

But alas, ever the one with amazing luck, she was stuck with him.

Which meant rather than perhaps getting crescent shaped markings on her hips from a quick rondevu under the indigo sky and sparkling stars, so roughly placed to match the moon that hung in it, she was crouching uncomfortably, only wishing that the former scenario was taking place.

Not that she meant with fucking Eggsy, of course.

Well ok, maybe, just a tad.

“Fine, have it your way, Galahad.” She flailed her arms about in a jazz hand motion, making the blondy roll his twinkly eyes in a boyish manner. She fought the urge to grin widely, a warm feeling blooming in her chest, even at his obvious arrogance and upset towards her.

She wanted to blame his feelings towards her on her being a freshmen agent, recruited right after the convergence of Kingsman and Statesman in an effort to rebuild the organization. She had been childhood friends with Roxy, who had long ago tried to get Y/n to join the agency. When faced with her friend’s death, she wanted to honor her wishes, even if this wish was a little, well, extreme.

He only sighed in response to Y/n, tapping the side of his thick rimmed glasses twice.

Y/n’s eyes followed his hands as he did so, enjoying what she was seeing a great amount. She bit her bottom lip subconsciously, losing all focus that was there to begin with.

“Lancelot? Lancelot? For fucks sake, Y/n!”

She snapped her head up, her eyes becoming magnified even further through the faux tortoise shell glasses that Unwin would never admit framed her face wonderfully.

No, not a chance.

He wouldn’t dare even let the thought about how the soft skin of her freckled nose looked even more kissable, her eyes even more full of depth and wonder, or how kind and sweet she looked when she tucked a stray strand of hair away from her face. All because of the damned glasses. Never.

So rather, he settled for pointing over to where the subject of their stakeout was now standing, gun in hand as he conversed with one of his comrades.

But although her body followed his, listening to his directions, most of the information was going in one ear out the other, her brilliant mind occupied by a certain agent and his endeavors.

She was hard in thought, wondering about names of all things. A simple subject, easy to address, you would think. But apparently it was not so, not at all.

You see, Eggsy never had called Y/n by her name. It was always either “Lancelot”, or “Agent”, Y/n only being used for the exception of if he needed to quickly grab her attention.

And on the flip side, she was never allowed to call him anything other than Galahad. Agent was sparse, it put her on very thin ice, close to splitting at any second with no prior notice.

Now obviously, with Y/n being Y/n, she was determined to crack his rough exterior, despite however much he presented himself as “unbreakable”. (His words, not hers.) So, much to his displeasure, she often called out a quick “Oi, Unwin!”, or a “Jesus, Eggsy!” whenever he got in her way, which usually resulted in a similar distasteful glance to what she was recieving now being shot in her direction.

“Alright, Eggsy, I’m thinking that his partner is-“ She used her glasses X-Ray feature, confirming her suspicions. “The partner is in the abandoned pharmacy across the street, should we wait or go now?” He was silent, staring straight ahead, scrutinizing nothing in particular with a stare that was set in stone.

She whistled lowly, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Eggsyyy-“

“Lancelot, would you shut the hell up! Don’t fucking call me that!” He stood up, leaving a vulnerable feeling Y/n in his wake.

Y/n’s jaw was suddenly like it was wired shut. She was paralyzed, unable to speak, only keeping her gaze fixated on Galahad.

“Look, I’m sorry-“

“Yeah, well good, then! When will you ever learn, we’re not friends, nor will we ever be. Get it through you’re fuckin’ head. It’s like you think you’re Roxy or some shit-“

Sadness and guilt turned to anger rather quickly for Y/n at his unfortunate choice of words.

“Stop it! Would you please, just stop it! For fucks sake!” Her voice was harsh, something he never would had never expected out of Y/n. Tears sprung into her eyes, and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, no doubt drawing crimson liquid in the process. She tasted iron on her tongue, feeling it seep into her taste buds.

“Lancelo-“

“Fucking hell, shut the fuck up! Really, please, Galahad, listen to me, for once in your life.” She was the one who shot up, inching closer to him with every word. The sticks and leaves crunched under her feet, causing her to cringe at the sound, hoping it didn’t alert the targets.

He nodded solemnly, his jaw locking up, and his hands she had been admiring only seconds before clamped into fists at his sides.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, Harry’s words of “remember your training” ringing through her head. She internally began chanting it like a mantra of sorts.

But if she was being honest, she couldn't quite remember a chapter in the Kingsman handbook (that she most definitely did read during training) that talked about emotional distress due to your coworker who you’re extremely attracted to calling you only by your dead best friend's name, but hey, who knows.

“I know I'm not Roxy. Nobody else could ever be Roxy. I know that, you know that, hell, she knew that. And I would say that you have no idea how it feels to be reminded of one of your closest friends who is dead every time someone calls you by a name that feels as if it isn’t your own, but you do, Galahad. Or you did. But now Harry is back and- and Roxy, well Roxy is gone!”

A single tear slipped out of her left eye. The agent in front of her felt a strong urge wipe away the tears he now felt guilty for playing a large part in. But he resisted, his hands remaining stuck to his side.

“So why would you do this? Say these things, act this way, when you know I have to live every day with you for some reason calling me Lancelot in every situation and me having to call you Galahad all the same! Maybe I shouldn’t have stepped up to be Lancelot when Roxy was killed, if I can’t handle it, can’t handle the dehumanization that comes with only being known as an emotionless fuckin’ agent to you.”

She stopped, hanging her head. She looked over to the flickering neon lights of the pharmacy, watching the outlines of the targets move around.

“I honestly have no idea if any of that made sense, or if I’m just rambling, I don’t fucking have the slightest idea what the fuck I’m even doing anymore.” Her voice got significantly more quiet, her sentences reduced to mumbles.

Aside from the target and his partners yelling at each other, it was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

His usually stern tone he took with the girl was softer now as he spoke, “You made perfect sense.”

She gave him a half smile before continuing, feeling oddly validated by his words.

“But what I’m trying to say, Galahad, is that I’m a fucking human being. I have a life outside of this Godforsaken job, and-and emotions, too! I mean, I might even have kids that you don’t know about!”

He internally rolled his eyes, yet again fighting another urge, this time to smile widely at Y/n. Weird.

“Do you have kids I don’t know about-“

“Of course I don’t!”

They shared a short laugh as their words overlapped, harmonizing in a sweet way, their voices like thick and golden honey. Weird.

The two were then succumbed to a blanket of comfortable silence, but only for a short moment before the hushed whispers of Unwin’s voice were heard.

“D’you wanna know why?”

Y/n cocked her head, beckoning him to go on with whatever it was he was going to say. “Why what?”

“Why I only call you Lancelot, why I don’t let you call me Eggsy.”

She nodded, sitting down once more and tucking her leg under her chin in a manner that Eggsy found endearing and adorable. It distracted him slightly, but not long enough for his starry eyed staring to become creepy. Not that Y/n would have it in her capacity to ever think that of him, if she was being honest.

“If I start to think of you as ‘Y/n’, rather than Lancelot things get too real. If you hurt, o-or if you get kidnapped, or God forbid- die.” He momentarily paused, looking up to meet Y/n’s eyes.

“It would make it all too real. I can’t do that, Y/n. After what happened to Harry and then Roxy, and everyone else,” he shook his head, his expression showing him close to crying at the thought of what he was speaking of.

“I can’t lose you too.”

It was like her soul had become visibly lighter, feeling an unimaginable relief flood throughout her system at his proclamation. She was able to come down from her, so to say, “high” almost as soon as she had started it, placing her hands on his, using them as leverage to pull herself up.

“You can’t be so afraid, Galahad. You gotta, you know,” she shrugged, offering him a small smile.

“Live a little.” She moved to look down to meet his eyes where his head was suspended in shame, forcing him to look back up.

“And also, try not to let your fear turn you into a dick, which is by all means just a suggestion.” Y/n laughed at the last bit, smiling and glancing to the side slightly.

They both shared a second laugh together, and it seemed as if for a short while, time stopped. It was just the two of them, features illuminated by the pale moonlight. No target, no saving the world, nothing. Just them.

So he reached forward, unsure if what he was doing was the right thing, just like always. The damn question of righteousness was engrained in his brain, restricting him like it did majority of the time. But for once, he decided to disregard it in it’s entirety.

So throwing all caution to the wind, unable to contain himself any longer, he closed the small gap left between the two, connecting their lips in a long awaited kiss.

One of his hands flew to the side of her face, the other wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer with a squeal. He laughed into the union, and she only smiled. One of her hands went to entangle itself with his on her waist, the other resting on his shoulder.

She could smell his cologne that he most definitely should not have been wearing per Kingsman on the job regulations, and welcomed the scent, doing her best to commit it to memory, a permanent reminder of what it felt like to be so close to the man.

After what seemed like a long time (but never long enough, honestly) they pulled away, panting for breath. Their foreheads rested on each other’s, the cool night air flowing around them, calming the pair completely.

Still struggling to catch his breath, Eggsy reached forward, taking both of her hands. He ran small circles over her knuckles in a way that made her heart flutter, before dropping them gently, reaching a hand out.

“Let's start over.”

She giggled and widely grinned, and he swore it was becoming his favorite thing in existence when she would do either of those wondrous things.

“Come on, put her there.” He shook his hand slightly making a silly face as well, widening his eyes and looking back and forth from his hand and her face. She placed it in his, proudly smirking as she did so. Their shiny rings clanged, which resulted in another small giggle errupting from her throat.

He shook it back and forth, a sly smile painting itself on his lips.

“Pleasure to meet you, Eggsy Unwin.”

She quirked an eyebrow, retracting her hand momentarily, letting it linger in the air.

“Eggsy, hmm? Bit of an odd name, don’t you think?”

He scoffed, placing his hand over his heart in false offense.

“Well if it’s so bad, what’s yours then?”

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

He looked to his feet momentarily, lifting his hands on either side of his head. “I digress, you win.”

She bit her bottom lip again, wincing as she hit the same spot from before. She ran her tongue over it, breathing out quickly.

“I’m not so sure. I think Eggsy is growing on me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

They smiled at each other like lovesick teenagers, still lost within the moment.

And although the bubble of ignorant bliss they were in was something the two of them never wanted to leave, it was sadly inevitable that it would be popped at some point in time.

And almost like an alarm to wake them up from a beautiful dream, gunfire was able to be heard ringing throughout the building across the way.

They pulled apart with a groan coming from Y/n, and a “For fucks sake” from Eggsy. With displeasure lacing their expressions, they began to run towards the pharmacy when Y/n felt a hand tug at her wrist.

“Y/n wait!”

Her eyes widened as she looked at him as if he was a mad man, only slowing to a backwards jog. She gestured around her to the burst of red and orange explosions that were now going off around her, screaming “What?!”

He sprinted to catch up with her forcing her to come to a complete stop with a firm hold on her shoulders.

“Eggsy, come on! Lets go- Ah!”

He cut her off with a firm kiss, gripping the sides of her head, scrunching his fingers in her hair. She let a small moan slip out at the feeling, which he responded to by chuckling. He then pulled away, a shit eating grin written on his face.

She stood in shock, unable to move from her place. He started running, turning over his shoulder.

“Come on, Y/n, keep up!”

Not focusing on where he was going, he tripped over himself, letting out a small yell of surprise. Y/n laughed loudly, going to chase after him with a miniscule shake of her head at his antics.

But nonetheless, the only thing going through Y/n’s mind during that situation that should have been horrifying, was that maybe she was wrong all this time.

Romance and espionage did go well together, especially when it was with Y/n and Eggsy.

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hello!!! so this was a multi-fandom account to begin with anyways so honestly i feel like i should start a seperate masterlist for “hj’s hyperfixations”. but yah this was my first fic for him and idk if i’ll do another but i hope u enjoyed this! also it’s my bday tomorrow (sept 7th) so this is a self indulgent fic. as a treat. ok love u bye!

xx hj

also avery asked me to tag her so @spideyspencer LMAO i’m so sorry for this mess.

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wvttvk · 4 years

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are u up? — Jeff Wittek

a/n: just a random horny thing I wrote last night, idk lol. smut&language warning. lmk what ya think. 2.1k words. (( are u up? pt2 ))

Fuck.

Your eyes shot open, meeting only the darkness of the bedroom. You were definitely awake now. You sat up in the love sac, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the darkness of the room. You immediately noticed the layer of sweat coating your body. You felt uncomfortably flustered, a feeling you were familiar with. As you fought to get out of the blanket you had become entangled in, you climbed out from the giant bean bag you’d fallen asleep in.

Through a crack in the curtains you could just barely see the moonlight casting the fainted sliver of light into the bedroom. It was Natalie’s room, you remembered; memories of a long night flooding your brain. It had turned from a day of shooting for the vlog to a night of drinking at David’s house. The group was exhausted and therefore were drinking like monsters, a drunken mosh pit of hormonal friends grinding on each other. It was probably one of your favorite nights.

Through the darkness you saw Natalie and Corinna in the bed, their bodies forming a V, their legs intertwined to a point. You smiled from the cuteness but also in relief that you hadn’t gotten extremely horny in bed while next to your friends. You stood from the floor, and grabbed a pair of socks from the drawer next to you. You needed to get out of the room, you needed water and maybe some fresh air. You needed a release.

Adorned in a big t-shirt and cheeky underwear, you slid out the room, your phone in hand. Once out of the room you crept into the kitchen, seeing that none of the group were sleeping out on the main couch. You thought to yourself that Jeff, Zane, and Todd were most likely sleeping in the studio or in Dave’s room, so you continued to the kitchen. After making it to the sink with only one injury; a horribly painful stubbed toe, that you reacted to in what you had deemed an impressive manner—only whisper-yelling “fuck” at a moderate volume. As far as you were concerned you were successful in your escape to the kitchen undetected by your sleeping friends.

You leaned against the counter, turning on the cold water. The coolness of the water against your burning skin felt so nice, your hands rubbing against your forehead, cheeks and neck. What had you been dreaming? Even now, you shifted your thighs against each other in hopes to ease the pressure. Your screen lit up next to you.

A message from Jeff. You hated to admit it but damn at the sight of his name you felt the heat in your cheeks begin to bloom. He was sexy, everyone knew it. However, he knew as well as you did, that as a member of the friend group, sex among the friends has shown to be a true road to disaster. So when Todd had drunkenly exposed Jeff for admitting you were hot, you made a decision: you sure as hell didn’t want any drama. Therefore, he was a forbidden fruit. Something that you can look at all you want, but can’t touch. So you tried to steer clear of Jeff. Always keeping him at arm's length, friendly but not too personal. And that worked fine for you.

Opening the text, you felt your heart begin to race again.

are u up?

It was such a simple text but god were you excited to see his name on your phone at 4:34 in the morning. You responded a quick yes before you could talk yourself back to Natalie's room.

You leaned against the counter, your hands scooping your hair to pull into a ponytail. You could feel the hair at the base of your back that had been matted with sweat. The cold of the counter felt good on your lower back through the thin shirt and you let your head fall on your shoulders, the tiredness letting your eyelids flutter closed in resting.

“Hey.”

His voice sliced through the silence around us and my eyes shot open at the shock.

“Holy—What the fuck, Jeff.” You whisper-shouted across the kitchen island, you hand raising to rest on your heart. “You scared me. I didn’t even hear you...” you trailed off, watching as he casually walked through the kitchen grabbing two water bottles and continuing to stand adjacent to you. His arm reached across the empty space, a water in hand. You reached out to grab it, mumbling a thank you. From such a slight interaction you felt your body react to his proximity.

You hated how attracted you were to him, how his slightest move sparked such a chemical reaction from you. Your eyes were glued to his. The warm brown of his eyes looked so beautiful in the light of the moon. His lips were moving but you didn’t hear what they said, you were too locked in on how his eyes raced across your face, occasionally dropping to glance at your body so quickly, you had almost missed it completely.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm” you snapped back to reality, “what did you say?” He took a step closer and your heartbeat dropped to between your thighs. Your legs just slightly shifted tighter and as much as you hoped he hadn’t, Jeff noticed. His eyes dropped lower, rising again to land on your eyes. A smirk was just ghosting his lips and you knew he knew. You just hoped he wouldn’t talk about it.

“I asked, why are you up?” The words had tumbled so gracefully from his lips, the syllables dragging as he shifted in your space. He moved just slightly closer to where you were leaning. There was no way to create distance without noticeably running away from him.

“Oh, I couldn’t sleep, I needed to get some water. And you?” You countered trying to make innocent conversation but Jeff was feeling playful.

“You didn’t get water till I got here.” His face no longer trying to hide the smirk spreading across his lips.

“I was just—whatever,” you rolled your eyes, your cheeks were warm and you knew he was teasing you now. “Why are you up Jeff?” You asked, your arms crossing in front of you.

“Same as you…” he began. When his eyes dropped from yours again, you realized your clothes—or lack of clothes you were wearing. You released your arms trying to remain nonchalant as Jeff visibly checked you out. You cleared your throat again. Your mouth was dry and you know that you were wet, you needed to get out of this damn kitchen.

With the silence and the intensity of Jeff’s stare, you needed a quick escape. So you straightened yourself to Jeff, “Alright well I’m going back to bed...”

You had just barely taken a step into your escape when Jeff’s hand reached out to touch your side. The heat of his palm was against your stomach and his long fingers just skimmed the curb of your waist, he just slightly moved you back to your prior position leaning against the counter, only now his hand was against the thin fabric of your shirt.

He stepped closer, he was completely in your space, his right hand against the left side of your abdomen, trapping you against the counter. He felt so much taller now, his shoulders turning down for him to move his face next to yours.

Your breathing was noticeably uneven as his nose brushed against your jaw, his hot breath rushing along your neck and collar bones. You took in a sharp inhale as you felt the tips of his fingers toy with the bottom of your t-shirt, his fingers skimming across the skin above your underwear.

“I thought you couldn’t sleep.” His lips were at the shell of your ears as he questioned you, his index finger tracing back and forth against the lining of your underwear. It was so hard for you to fight a moan as well as fight the urge to move your hand between your thighs. You couldn’t speak, really. This all was becoming so much, you were horny and you couldn’t sleep, this is not what you had in mind as a way to calm down.

Before you could muster an answer he moved his hand to cup you through your panties. He finally was able to conjure a vocal gasp from you, your hand rising to hold on to his bicep. His face pulled back to look at you, his eyes now dark and filled with something new. “Hmm?” He asked again, the playfulness in his tone clear as he knew you were quite literally putty in his hands.

“I-“ you didn’t even know what to say. He had begun using his middle finger to apply pressure to your center through the thin fabric of your underwear, his teasing was too much. He felt how wet you were, he knew he won, but he needed to hear you say it. You let out what sounded like frustrated whine as you caved. “Please, Jeff.”

He didn’t tease you much longer, with a victorious smile his lips pressed hungrily against yours. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, brushing against yours in the most delicious way. But you needed more, and you caught his lip between your teeth. Just enough for him to hiss in shock, his eyes reigniting with a fire that matched yours.

His hand that had been cupping you rose to your face, his thumb brushing your lips before pushing into your mouth. Your lips closed around his thumb and your tongue grazed it as he retracted it from your mouth, a raspy and quiet moan sneaking out from Jeff’s mouth.

His smile was dark and confident as he let his hand fall to its previous spot, this time skillfully slipping into the fabric and feeling you for the first time. You let out a moan as his fingers traced against your slit, his thumb finding its way to your clit.

Your moans were muffled into his free hand as he thrusted his digits in and out of you. It was an alteration of lazily connecting your lips and Jeff kissing against your neck, his voice coming out in pants against your skin, sending shockwaves running through you. As his beard pricked your neck in the most beautiful way, and you dug your fingers into his arm, you were euphoric.

“S’good, Y/N.” He spoke against the skin of your collarbones. “C’mon, babe.” You knew you were close, your body was needing a release. With Jeff’s free hand sneaking under your shirt to your hardened nipples, you couldn’t hold out any longer. You came undone with his fingers still inside of you. He was holding most of your weight against the counter and your lips found his. He swallowed your moans and his thumb continued circling your clit as you rode the high.

Your forehead rested on his chest. It was rising and falling beneath you; you could feel his fingers still in you. You leaned off of him as his hand snakes out of your underwear. Looking at his face now, you were bright red. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them. You were shocked at how forward he was and it made the pressure begin to rebuild in the pit of your stomach.

His eyes closed if only for a moment, and you heard him hum from behind his closed mouth. He pulled his fingers from his mouth, his dark eyes burning into yours again. You didn’t know what to say. You were beyond flustered. Before you could do anything, Jeff looped his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a final kiss. Jeff took control of the kiss, making sure that you could taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulled away and you noticed his erection. You stepped forward, your lips pulling into a smirk, ready and almost excited to return the favor but Jeff stopped you. His hand wrapping around your wrist before you could feel his toned chest. Before your insecurities could question why, he spoke, letting his hand rest along your jaw, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips.

“Next time. Now you owe me one.” He said it with a smirk, walking around you. His hand quickly smacked your butt as he passed you, and you let out an airy gasp. Your whole body felt electric. His head turned back to you and he was already smiling, “Goodnight, Y/N.” He rounded the corner with a wink, and he was gone.

“Fuck.”

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ill-skillsgard · 3 years

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Can you write something inspired by Bill's look in Do you like the taste of beer?😇 You are his night guest when you are in town for work but he's just a friend of a friend that you think is too pretentious. Cute but nothing special. That's until you see him in just his boxers and without glasses...

The lodging situation was not what you expected at all. Your semi-close friend from school promised a nice, clean apartment where you could spend the weekend with no one to bother you. The apartment belonged to his friend, which made the owner a friend of a friend, and you didn't do so well with people you didn't know.

Your friend assured you'd be alone for the duration of the weekend, so when a tall, bespectacled man greeted you the moment you unlocked the door with a key you got from a hidden lockbox attached to a pole in the parking lot, your blood drained into your feet.

"Oh! Oh my God, did I come at the wrong time?" You asked the brown-haired man standing in the hallway.

"No, no, you're fine. I just wanted to say hi and explain some things to you before you..." he gestured at your arms full of bags. "Do whatever it is you're doing. Getting some work done?"

You looked down at your overnight bag and satchel full of supplies. "Uh, yeah. I'm passing through and didn't want to pay hotel rates. They're insane in this city."

The tall man nodded broadly, having fully understood your complaint. He tucked his palms into the sleeves of his grey sweater and stepped out of the way. You cringed at the thought of making yourself at home in another person's space, but it was too late now.

"You can use the entire apartment, of course," the man announced as he padded through the kitchen toward the counter and a cell phone plugged into the wall. "Have anything you want to eat, although there's not a whole lot. If you want to order food, the buzzer number is sixty-two thirty-four. All I ask is you clean up after yourself. Recycling, trash and compost are all under the sink. Dishes go in the washer. There's a gym on the top floor if you want to work out."

"I'll be okay," you said.

The man pressed the bridge of his glasses and motioned you down the hall. You followed him to an open door into a sizeable room. The setting sun blinded you both until he drew the curtains, cutting off the view of the glinting city. "Here's your room. I'm next door, but you don't have to worry about me."

Confused, you said nothing and set your bags down at the foot of the bed. It seemed your friend had misinformed you, but what were you to say? That you were uncomfortable staying in the apartment when the owner was still there? It would be terribly obtuse to show any kind of ungratefulness. After all, you were paying nothing to use the space, and the loft was nicely decorated and warm—the exact kind of place you'd rent out for a weekend of uninterrupted concentration.

He promised not to be a bother, but warned you might cross paths in the kitchen. He had an ensuite bathroom which minimized the chances of you bumping shoulders in the hallway. After his brief rundown, he left you on your own. You sequestered yourself in the room, put on your headset and texted your friend about the presence he'd omitted.

After a few hours, you forgot all about the man and dove into your work, resurfacing only after you'd chipped off a large amount of productivity. When you slipped off your headset to give your ears a break from pressing into your skull, you heard muttering on the other side of the wall.

He spoke in another language, something Scandinavian and fraught with resentment. You rubbed the shells of your ears to restore blood flow, then replaced the headset and turned the volume up on your favourite song.

The morning forced you out into the kitchen. You could no longer beat your hunger off with a force of will. Shy as ever, even in the empty kitchen, you searched for something to tide you over, then decided you'd pack up your laptop and find the nearest cafe to sit down and order a hot drink and a sandwich. At least there you didn't have to worry about a stranger regarding you in their home.

The door at the end of the hall opened, followed by the slapping of bare feet on the wood floor. The man turned the corner into the kitchen, groggy and without his glasses. Your eyes widened at the sight of him in tight black boxer briefs, cupping a prominent bulge.

"Good morning," he said.

"Hi."

He turned toward the counter, giving you a full view of his broad back and shoulders, the backs of his thighs and his mussed brown hair. Only then did you notice his true size; how tall the man was compared to you. When you had reached for a cup, you had to stand on your tiptoes, getting a knee up on the counter to propel yourself. He didn't struggle at all. Everything in the high cupboards was easily reachable.

And he caught you staring when he turned around. You pretended like you weren't analyzing his figure, but it was too late. It was your nature to watch, to catalogue the people and features and structures around you. But in the uncertainty of another's territory, your scrutiny was inexcusable.

"See something you like?" He asked.

"What?" You chuffed, cheeks suddenly inflamed.

He stepped away from the open cupboard and motioned toward the array of herbal tea. Your lungs deflated, but your skin remained hot.

"Oh, um... No, thanks."

He toyed with the string on the tea bag he'd selected, reaching to adjust the glasses missing from his face. You noticed the unique golden green of his eyes and how they commanded attention by being the brightest things in the room.

"Well, maybe I can interest you in something else?"

You don't know how it happened, or rather, you wished not to admit how easy it was for you to forget your discomfort in favour of joining him on the sofa. With his little boxers around his ankles and your underwear stretched away from your opening, he placed you on his lap and let his cock find your opening.

Driven by hormonal impulse and a lust to explore unusual scenarios, you let the man fuck you as hard as he pleased. He clamped his large hands on your hips and pulled you forward, barred your arms behind your back, reached up between your shoulder blades to wind his fingers through your hair, and kissed down your neck and chest, ignoring your nipples in favour of smoother plains of skin. He let you keep your outfit on. All he wanted was your wetness. He didn't even kiss your lips. This wasn't about romance, and he would not make sure you orgasmed after him.

The only thing he asked was for permission to come inside of you, and when he did, it was no fireworks show. He pumped his cock in and out, enjoying the added lubrication coating his shaft and your insides, then sighed and set you next to him like a used sex doll ready to be packed up and stored away for next time. He stood up and kicked his boxers off his ankles and then swept them off the floor to wipe the residue from his cock.

"I'll get you a towel. Unless you'd rather use the shower?"

Cleanliness was the furthest thing from your mind, but his expectant look made you fear he was dropping a hint.

"Oh... Sure," you said.

"Thanks, by the way. That was nice."

"Was it?"

"I enjoyed myself."

"That's good," you rolled your eyes.

"Sorry, are you not satisfied? You didn't have to ride my dick, you know. You could have said no."

"No, it's fine."

It was awkward to sit on the sofa while he stood nearby, stark naked with one last clear bubble of fluid threatening to plummet from the tip of his spent manhood.

"Oh, I see what's going on here," he stuck his finger in the air. "You wanna come too."

"Doesn't everyone?"

"You're right. How rude of me. Well... If you're spending another night, perhaps we can get together again?"

You said yes, skipped the cafe and waited around until sunset, listening to him argue with someone on the phone out on the balcony. And though you couldn't understand a word he spoke, you knew he spoke to a lover; someone who had no idea you were a pane of glass away and full of this stranger's cum.

#bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill stuff #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard x reader

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mookybear12404 · 5 years

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I know a lot of people, including me, felt a bit let down with the reunion between Byleth and Claude.

But now? Now I realize that this masterpiece of a scene is an incredibly vital piece to Claude’s character development.

Let me explain to you why.

Firstly I’ll have to explain Claude’s character development. I’ve seen a post or two where people accuse Claude of being the only lord without any character development. Well it is true that his character development isn’t as in-your-face as some of the other lords, (like Dimitri), Claude does in fact have quite the character development.

To start off, we know that Claude didn’t exactly have the nicest childhood. Listen here to his support conversation with Marianne:

Claude: There’s no reason to feel uncomfortable. It’s not like I plan on saying it aloud. But if my guess is correct, there’s something I want to tell you. Will you hear me out?

Marianne: Fine. I will listen.

Claude: Once upon a time, in a faraway place…

Marianne: What the— are you telling me a story?

Claude: Just listen. Once upon a time, in a faraway place, there was a young boy. This boy came from a despised lineage. In short, his mother was a daughter of the enemy. So the young boy was treated horribly by everyone around him. He hadn’t done anything wrong. Everyone hated him simply for existing. Yelling, fighting back, explaining himself… Nothing he did could change his situation. When he was finally old enough, he ran far away from home. He escaped.

Marianne: It sounds to me like he had no choice. I would have done the same, had it been me…

Claude: Thing is, after he ran away, he still found himself in the very same position. People in the outside world hated him for where he came from.

Claude spent most of his early childhood having to defend himself from repeated and violent attacks of racism. He was harassed so much that he felt he had no choice but to run away at the first opportunity.

We get even more about this in his support with Byleth:

Claude: Well, I grew up in an environment where it was necessary to think that way. It’s like I told you before, I wasn’t born into a life of luxury. Ever since I was a child, I’ve always been seen as…different from those around me. An outsider of sorts. I’ve been resented and hated. There have even been attempts on my life. I don’t believe I’ve earned such treatment, but that’s how it goes for people like me.

Byleth: I don’t think of you as an outsider.

Claude: Thanks, Teach. You know, in many ways I’m just a normal person like everyone else. But in the right environment, anyone could be seen as an outsider. It can become…overwhelming. That’s why I kept running. Kept fighting. As a kid I spent a lot of time licking my wounds and coming up with schemes, trying to keep my nose out of trouble while plotting against my enemies. My parents always told me I wouldn’t grow stronger if I didn’t learn to fight my own battles. And so, in the end, I did. And I grew up to be as independent and self-reliant as my parents always wished for me to be. Lucky me, right?

Having to defend oneself alone at such a young age, having to cope with isolation, constant mistreatment, and discrimination, those are all things that must of had an impact on his mental well-being.

We know that Three Houses is a game that doesn’t take traumatic experiences lightly. Dimitri, having to witness the Tragedy of Duscar, suffers from terrible survivors guilt, depression, and anger. Edelgard is permanently scarred by the torturous experiments inflicted on her at a young age. Even many of the minor characters, such as Bernadetta and Marianne, suffer tremendous detriments to their mental health because of their childhood traumas.

Despite this, Claude appears to be one of the most cheerful and laid-back characters in the game.

At first.

While Claude comes off as an easy-going guy, we quickly learn otherwise.

Near the beginning of the game Byleth states to Sothis that Claude, “has a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes”.

Claude is a character that lives in a mask. He’s secretive. Defensive. He refuses to share his his secrets with others, and he straight up lies to Byleth about his birthright in their C support. In fact, he somehow manages to keep his identity as an Almyran a secret right up until the very end of the game.

He had to learn from a young age to defend himself. Without significant physical strength, he had to resort to fighting dirty, and eventually learned to use his brain to his advantage. According to the wiki:

“Being treated as an outsider by both sides, he devised schemes at an early age that would help him survive the rough treatment he received from both houses. These experiences helped him develop his strong tactical prowess.”

On top of being secretive and cunning, Claude is also someone who HATES when others have secrets. He pretty much spends the academy trying to gather church secrets and pressing other characters into divulging their backstories.

In an earlier conversation with Marianne:

Claude: She’s hiding something, that much is clear. But that just makes me all the more desperate to know her secrets!

I can’t find the exact words he says, but in a conversation with Byleth where Claude tries to convince them to give him Jeralt’s diary, he admits that if Byleth had turned him down he would have stolen the diary anyways, because he was so desperate to know their secrets.

From all of these traits, It is clear to see that there is a lot more to his character than just his cheerful demeanor. It is also clear that the events of his childhood had one major effect on Claude.

They shattered his trust

Claude is someone who has learned that there is nobody in the world he can trust but himself. He becomes totally self sufficient, runs away from home, conceals his identity, and enters the academy completely alone.

Claude is also the only lord in the game to not have a “best friend” character that is locked from being recruited to another house. If you wanted, you could take all the students away from him, leaving him completely alone.

Throughout your adventures with him, however, this shell of distrust seems to crack little by little.

During many of his final support conversations, (such as the Marianne one I copied earlier, as well as his one with Lorenz, Hilda, and many others,) Claude is more open and honest about himself. While he never fully trusts any of the other students with his identity or his plans to unity Almyra with Fodlan, he is less careful to hide things that relate to his homeland.

It is with Byleth, however, that Claude opens up to the most.

Byleth is the only person Claude comes to trust enough to share his grand plan. (side note, I truly loved the English voice acting in their A support scene. I haven’t heard the Japanese yet but I bet it’s just as good.) During their A support, there isn’t the usual swagger or charm in his voice. He’s open, honest, and so so raw. He starts by admitting to Byleth that he’s an outsider, (though he doesn’t say from where,) and he, for the first time in his life, describes his dream in detail to another person.

He shares his plan with such a careful voice. And at the end of his speech Claude asks if Byleth thinks his plan is just “a crazy pipe dream”. He’s so desperate for Byleth’s approval.

Also, there’s also a really good piece of dialogue I enjoy from Claude in the war phase. If you try to move him while he’s at critically low he will grunt,

“I-I’m hurt, but I’m with you.”

He trusts Byleth so much, that even when he’s close to death, he chooses to go along with whatever plan they have for him.

Claude, the master tactician, king of distrust, obediently follows Byleth’s orders.

So going back to the reunion scene…

While yes, some tears and a hug would have been nice and all, it wouldn’t have been able to convey the most vital part of Claude’s character development. Claude has grown to trust Byleth more than any other person in the world. So much so, that he refuses to believe that anything, not even death, could have stopped Byleth from breaking their promise to return on that day.

And he’s not like Edelgard, who returned to the monastery on a slight sliver of hope. No, Claude believed without a shadow of a doubt that Byleth would return that day. He believed this so firmly that he even prepared food for them.

It seems like a stretch of logic for Claude to think like this. I mean, Byleth disappeared in the middle of a massive battle. Who’s to say their body wasn’t buried under some rubble or something? But Claude’s not someone who likes to bound himself to logic. And this is his Teach we’re talking about here. His Teach, who tore open the eternal darkness to return to him. His Teach, who risked life and limb daily on the battle field to protect him. Teach must have survived. And if they survived then they’re coming back.

Its not a question of “if” or “when”, but of “so what kind of food should I bring for them?”

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years

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Deep Blue Fantasy Part Two

Pairing: Merman!Tamaki Amajiki x fem!reader

Warnings: Uhh, there’s some angsty bits at the end I guess. Some drowning but no death

{Pt. 1} {Pt. 2} {Pt. 3} {Pt. 4} {Pt. 5} {Pt. 6} {Pt. 7}

くコ:彡くコ:彡くコ:彡くコ:彡

After swimming for more than a full day, the two friends arrived at a trench.

"This is where it said she lived," Mirio remarked, glancing down at the flyer in his hands.

"There." Tamaki pointed to a faintly glowing cave on the opposite side.

They swam over to it, halting just at the entrance to peek inside.

A mermaid bustled around, jars clinking together as she held them in her arms before placing them on various shelves. Luminescent purple seaweed grew on the ceiling, throwing the cavern in a warm magenta light. Shelves and tables were scattered haphazardly around, overflowing with objects ranging in size and shape.

Mirio confidently swam in, giving powerful flicks of his tail while Tamaki trailed after him, keeping the movements of his own tail fast and small. Mirio sent a ping in the mermaid's direction, getting her focus enough to turn around.

Light periwinkle hair floated around her head, perfectly framing a round, cheerful face. She appeared to be the same age as the two mermen, which surprised them.

"Hi!" she waved, swimming up to them still holding an armful of jars. "How can I help you?"

"Would you know how to turn a merman into a human?" Mirio asked.

A jolt went through her body in reaction to Mirio's question. Some of the jars fell out of her grip and slowly sank down in the water around her. Tamaki bent to pick them up, but the mermaid paid no attention to them.

"That kind of stuff . . . ? It's complicated," she muttered. "It's not the most legal thing either . . . ."

Mirio slumped, having let his hopes grow for his friend.

"But it's not impossible!" The mermaid's demeanor changed back to bubbly and bright. "I hear of it happening quite a lot on the black market! You're lucky I'm not a crab in the muck when it comes to following rules like that. Is it for you?"

Mirio glanced at Tamaki. "Not quite. It's for my friend here."

The blue-haired mermaid finally looked at him. Tamaki offered her jars back to her, a sheepish look on his face.

"I see," she said, accepting them. "What do you plan to do with a pair of human legs?"

Tamaki blushed, floating backward a bit and fidgeting with his hands before answering. "There's this girl on the island—"

"A GIRL?!" The mermaid barreled into him, dropping all her jars now in order to take hold of Tamaki's shoulders. "Why didn't you say so in the first place?!" She shook him a little hard, her loud voice pinging around in the water.

"Uhh—" Tamaki began, made extremely uncomfortable in his situation.

"You're in love!" she practically sang, finally leaning back out of his face.

"Hey," Mirio clicked, putting a gentle hand on the girl's arm, having noticed his friend's distress.

Unfazed, she turned to him, clasping her hands together. "And you're the wingman-best friend! How adorable! I have never been so excited to help a customer before!" Finally she backed up, exiting the boys' personal space. "I'm Nejire Hado. It's a pleasure doing business with you!" She extended a hand to Mirio, who shook it, smiling.

"I'm Togata Mirio, and this is my friend Amajiki Tamaki."

Tamaki waved as Nejire's eyes turned to meet his at the mention of his name.

"So let's see," she signed, releasing Mirio and fully turning her attention to his friend. "You're trying to impress a human girl, so you're going to want to look pretty human. Come with me."

She led them deeper into the cave and around a bend that had been invisible from the outside. This room was far smaller and darker compared to the main one, and Tamaki needed a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimness. The merpeople could naturally see in the dark, but even this was proving difficult for him.

Nejire swished her tail over a patch of algae growing on the floor. The disturbance in the water around it caused it to glow a deep blue, somewhat raising the light level in the room.

"So you want to turn into a human." Nejire leaned forward, her face pensive as she held her thumb and forefinger to her chin. The blue glow of the floor eerily underlit her features. "Have you met this girl? Like actually talked to her?" she asked.

Tamaki swallowed. "No, not yet."

"So you won't want a potion. Those don't tend to last." She turned from him and went to a shelf on one of the slanting walls. Nejire selected a chest from the shelf and pulled it down. She then turned to a small table near her, clearing its surface with a swipe of her arm before setting it down. Trinkets slowly floated down to the floor below, the algae glowing even brighter to mark where they settled. The mermaid opened the chest, rummaging around for a minute, occasionally placing an object on the table next to it.

"Aha!" Nejire lifted a necklace out of the chest, her eyes glimmering at her find. It was a simple cord with a single shell intricately tied to the center of it. "This should do the trick," she said, closing the chest and swimming back up to the boys. "Just put it on and you'll have legs! You'll also be able to speak to the first human that touches you, so make sure it's her."

"Awesome!" Mirio said, studying the necklace. "How much for it?"

Nejire faltered for a moment. "You're right. I'm really not supposed to sell this . . . my mother . . . . How much do you have?"

Mirio gripped the bag that was slung around his shoulders. It held the combined majority of both his and Tamaki's savings, which, to say the least, wasn't much. Tamaki had tried to insist that Mirio didn't have to help him in payment, but they both had to admit, something as rare and challenging as turning a merman into a human was going to be pricey at minimum.

The blond merman held out the bag to the mermaid, allowing her to take it and peek inside. She frowned and looked up at Tamaki. "You like this girl?"

He nodded, vigorously.

"You're going to treat her right?"

"Of course!"

She flexed her gills. "It's settled then. I'll only take half your money for it."

Mirio's eyes shone in the blue light. "Really?"

"It's for love." Nejire leaned back, clasping her hands together and waving her caudal fins. "I wish someone could do that for me . . . . No matter. I will want it back though."

"What?" Tamaki asked.

"You see," the mermaid said, running her fingers along the side of their bag, "there's a bit of a catch to the magic."

Tamaki and Mirio both stiffened, wondering what new obstacle they would have to overcome.

"The magic only lasts for one full cycle of the moon," she continued, glancing back up at the men before her. "Once your time is up, you won't be able to use it anymore. I would like to have it back by then, so someone else might enjoy it."

"A moon? That's it?" Tamaki asked, growing nervous. Well, more nervous than usual.

"Yes. Put it on, thirty days later you can't have legs anymore. That's how it works."

"But—isn't there something a little more . . . permanent?" Tamaki asked.

Both Nejire and Mirio looked at him.

"You want to be human . . . forever?" Mirio asked.

"I just want to be with her!" Tamaki said, suddenly defensive. "I don't care if I'm a merman or not, I just want to be able to meet her and talk to her. Geez, guys, I don't even know if she likes me back!"

"Tamaki." Mirio pulled him a length away from Nejire, who suddenly became very interested in studying the coins in their bag. He turned his back to her, hunching his shoulders so it would be more difficult for her to make out his hand gestures. "What if you do decide you like her? Is that going to be it? Am I going to lose you?"

Tamaki's gills flared. He hadn't thought of it like that yet. "No! Of course not! I can still visit . . . sorta. Besides, it's not like you'll be alone. You get along with everyone—"

"But you're my best friend, Tamaki," Mirio put one of his hands on Tamaki's shoulder, looking into his eyes in earnest. "I want you to be a part of my life."

Tamaki swallowed, his gills gently pulsing. "Isn't it a little early for talk like this? We don't even have a solution. I could get up there and she's already wed to someone else."

"He's right."

The two of them jumped at the clicks and pings breaking the silence of the cave. Nejire had, in fact, been watching them.

"You have a month to figure this out," she said. "It's useless to fret now."

"A month . . . ." Tamaki echoed.

She playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, that's plenty of time! You're already head over fins for her! That's like, a third of the work. Woo her with your charmingly awkward personality! You'll be a couple of kissy gouramis in no time!" (Google it)

Tamaki blushed at the image, turning to hide his face in his hands.

Nejire swam back to her table and poured out the coins, counting them up and dividing them in half. She swept one pile back into the bag along with the necklace, thrusting it into Mirio's hands. "Now go!" she said, pumping a fist up in the water. "Find love!"

Tamaki peeked out from under his fingers, watching as she somersaulted in the water.

Nejire paused for a moment, pointing accusingly at him. "Whatever you do, don't. Lose. The pendant. That's the only rule. Bring it back when you're done, and I won't say anything. Deal?"

Tamaki nodded, seeing Mirio clench the bag around his shoulders a little tighter in his grip.

"What would happen if I took it off?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the bag. "Would it end early?"

Nejire waved a hand. "You can take it off and turn back into a merman anytime, it won't affect anything. But I'm serious about you not losing it. Try not to take it off too much."

"Okay," Tamaki agreed, returning his eyes to hers.

"Is that all?" Nejire finally asked, cocking her head.

All? I'm completely changing my life . . . .

"Yes," Tamaki said, allowing a small smile onto his face as he nodded. "Thank you so much."

"No problem." Nejire beamed.

"Nejire?" Mirio asked.

The mermaid turned, looking at him questioningly.

"Have you ever been human before?"

She offered him a small smile. "Not yet. Maybe someday when I'm older." She grinned wider and patted Tamaki's shoulder. "Be sure to tell me all about it when you bring my pendant back to me! Give me some pointers for how to blend in. Or maybe I shouldn't blend in. That would be fun. Seeing all those land people and being like 'Hi humans!' Do you think they would stare at me? Would they kill me? Isn't it exciting just thinking about it? Are you excited? I'm excited for you. Are you going to tell her you're actually a merman or keep it secret? Ooh, I already can't wait to hear how it goes!"

Tamaki's back hit the wall, a nervous smile on his face as the bubbly mermaid pushed him farther back with each question radiating off her flying hands. "Uhh, sure."

"Come on, Tamaki!" Mirio pinged, already near the entrance back into the main room. Tamaki sheepishly ducked around her to follow after his friend. "Thank you!" Mirio called behind his shoulder.

"My pleasure!" Nejire clicked back.

The two exited her cave, beginning on the long journey back home.

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"Ready?" Mirio asked, holding the necklace up for Tamaki to see.

The black-haired merman swallowed, shaking his head.

"Come on, Tamaki. What could possibly go wrong?"

"Everything."

Mirio frowned. "Okay, maybe you have a point. Let's just run over the plan one more time. Sound good?"

"Yeah."

The two friends were about half a mile from the shore, just able to see the edge of the black rocks leading up to the island. The sea was darker than usual today, which only reflected on Tamaki's mood. He didn't like the way the surface of the water moved above their heads, but Mirio assured him he had nothing to worry about.

"You're going to swim towards the surface and put this on. Then you're going to meet her and confess your feelings! You show her how awesome you are and maybe take her out or something, and then boom! She'll love you back. Guarantee."

Tamaki chewed on the inside of his lip, eyeing the shell hanging on the necklace. "How should I say it? What should I tell her? I can't exactly confess to having been watching her for almost two months!"

Mirio tapped his chin. "True . . . . Just tell her that she's really pretty and you like her a lot and you want to get to know her. Simple as that."

"Simple . . . . Should I tell her I'm a merman?"

Mirio put on his thinking face again. "Maybe not right away—although lying is never a good idea. Maybe just wait to mention it? Nah, you should tell her."

"She'll just think I'm crazy."

"Then take off the necklace and show her! It's not that hard."

Tamaki mulled over his friend's words in his mind. They were slightly comforting, sure, but he couldn't help but feel near sick with how nervous he was. Him? Alone? In a completely different world with his crush? That just smelled like disaster to him, and every nerve in his body was screaming to swim away.

And yet, his heart . . . it had different feelings. Tamaki thought of your angelic face and how your voice carried over the water into his ears. He longed to join you on that beach, clasping your hand in his and intertwining his voice with yours.

"You can do it! You can do it!" Mirio chanted before him, snatching Tamaki out of his thoughts.

"Alright, I'm going."

Mirio flipped in the water, unable to contain his excitement. "Good. She'll be there in a few minutes, right?"

Tamaki nodded.

"Make sure you get there first. And don't let anyone else touch you until she does."

Tamaki nodded again.

"Don't forget to come visit me!" Mirio teased. "I want to meet her too! Good luck!"

Tamaki took the necklace from his hands, finally turning away from his friend. He swam out into the rocks, just as he'd done nearly every day since he'd first caught a glimpse of you. He took one last look at his friend, who was already little more than a speck in the distance.

Tamaki glanced down at his tail for what would be the last time in . . . a moon? Hopefully. He liked his tail. It was a deep indigo that would sometimes look almost black when the light shifted off of it. Purply-blue frills came off the sides, shifting with the motion of the water. He was sad to see his tail go, but he knew it wouldn't be for forever. He took a final deep breath of seawater, slipping the necklace over his head, ready for what the next month would ensue.

Actually, he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready at all.

A burning sensation erupted in his tail, making Tamaki's back arch in shock. It felt like his scales were being individually sucked back into his body as pale skin the same shade of his top half began to spread along its surface. It began to split in half; muscles and bones reworking themselves, shrinking and expanding and duplicating. His lower region suddenly went completely numb, as if he'd been severed at the navel. He went still, just floating in shock, wondering if it was over until a new sense of feeling flared through him.

The water he was encased in was suddenly cold, so cold Tamaki couldn't take it, curling in on himself and trying to wrap his arms around his chest. He tried taking in a breath, and at first, it worked, but then his gills laid flat against his neck, fading flush into his skin. He could feel his lungs growing within him, expanding to fill his chest cavity. The newly adjusted organs burned, aching for air which he could not provide. A small stream of seawater flooded his mouth, making him spit it back out again at the overwhelmingly salty taste. He needed to get to the surface. Why had he done it so far away?

Silently cursing himself, Tamaki tried to kick his way up. His new legs felt clumsy and weak; nothing compared to the powerful tail he was so used to. He began to use his arms, eventually finding a rhythm that successfully brought him closer to air. But it wasn't fast enough. His vision was already fading, his pulse throbbing in his ears. Finally his head broke the surface, allowing him to suck in a breath before a wave crashed over his head, pushing him back down. Tamaki couldn't take it anymore, using the last of his strength to desperately try to cling to a rock near him. He missed in his exhausted state, and another wave pushed him closer to shore, his head colliding painfully with one of the black rocks.

Deprived of oxygen, more exhausted than he'd ever been in his entire life, and now with a horrible, stinging pain encompassing his skull, Tamaki finally slipped into the darkness that had been calling his name.

...

To be continued . . . .

くコ:彡くコ:彡くコ:彡くコ:彡

[Part Three]

Author's Note:

Sorry, not sorry ｡◕‿◕｡

-Sugar

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