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pupcuck · 3 months

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SCHADENFREUDE !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, kidnapper/victim relationship, stockholm syndrome, he puts u in the trunk of his car :3, sorta painal, squirting, slapping/hitting a lot.. of it, not non-con or dub-con but he keeps calling it that idk, painful sex, suicide mention cuz it’s leonnnn, sadism

note. haiii a follow up to rotten luck title has nothing to do w the fic i think :3 his character changes like every 5 mins im sorry .. readers character changed a lot too omg just blame it on stockholm! umm sorry for any mistakes please ignore them :3 rbs and feedback so appreciated :3

rotten luck

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“What’re you doing?” With a foot in the door, Leon spots you hunched over the mantlepiece.

You jump like you do when he makes a noise over thirty decibels. Luckily, you’re housebroken now, just about, so there’s no piss. Or tears. He has no desire to deal with tears. Or piss or any fluid for that matter. Leon has bad days, and then he has worse days, then there are awful days– It’s only a bad day, but that doesn’t mean he wants to spend his time forcing your head into a puddle of your own piss. Fundamentally, piss is not his concern, he’s potty-trained and has been for a good thirty-four years. He’d like to think a good forty-three years, but he was a criminal bedwetter up until the ripe age of twelve. Foster system does that to you. You make the piss Leon’s concern when you do it on his floor–

“What’re you doing?” Leon asks once more when he wrenches himself away from his piss tangent. He decides to let you off for not answering the first time ‘cause he’s generous like that. Quietly, as everything you do is scarce and ghostlike, you point at the printed photos on his mantle with great interest. There’s three because Leon only really gives a shit about three people. They shouldn’t be out in the open like that. Leon doesn’t remember leaving them out, so he’d like to blame you, but maybe this is a sign of early-onset dementia.

“Who’s she?” You nod to Ashley first, pressed to his side so tightly, so lovingly, so sure that he loves her bombardment. Her affection, whatever it is that she insists it is. He thinks back to tearing her from the clutches of emaciated beings and wonders how he can stand here so normally. As if nothing ever happened. Ashley’s name is the one in the back of his throat, shattered and bloody like glass in a domestic dispute. Then again, he is face to face with his kidnapping victim and all. So it’s not very normal when he looks at the bigger picture. Far from normal, abnormal at the very least. Fucking deranged might be the right term.

“My ex,” Leon lies to see the look of disdain that crosses your face, the unpleasant curl of your lips that irons out when he pets your head. Whether it be for him or Ashley, he wouldn’t like to know. “Joking, baby, I saved her,” Leon settles on saved because there is no other way to explain it, and because he would love for you to know that they’re not his other kidnapping victims and that you’re his one and only kidnappee and he might be impulsive, but he’s not stupid enough to take pictures of and with kidnapped girls. Well, Ashley was a kidnapped girl, not his kidnapped girl, however.

Leon is very feminist, rescuing slender-ankled maidens is his speciality, you’re just an outlier. “I saved her,” he says when you nod at Manuela next, and then for Sherry, he pauses, “I saved her.” Sherry’s face goads him into cowardice, blowing his brains out is difficult when she’s sitting on his shoulder at all times like a Vatican cherub, covalently bonded to his heart or his soul. Whichever matters after you die. “You want a picture too, baby? Autograph?” He kisses your kidnapped little fingers with the guilt of a man who has been pointlessly guilty all his life - now literally guilty by CJS standards for the four months you’ve been captive.

You smile at him, and consequently his drops. “I’m good,” you say, smiling your real smile. It upsets him. “I’ve got the real thing.” When you talk too much he remembers that you’re not a toy or a plaything or anything of the sort. That you’re a real girl.

Sometimes Leon has these moments of startling clarity. You kidnapped a girl ‘cause mommy didn’t love you enough, but daddy hit you hard enough to knock the functioning parts of your brain out of place. You kidnapped a girl ‘cause you got touched back in boot camp, ‘cause you’ve seen a couple hundred people die.

At this point, he simply can’t move on, but he can give up. Every night the gun under his pillow digs into the hollows of his skull. It’s just that Leon can’t leave you, his lucky little girl, he feels responsible for the state you’re in. Stockholm and all. That wasn’t his intention, he’d rather you be dead out of sheer terror, your frail little heart would give out mid Leon’s fucked up chimaera that is part nasty, hot sex and part brutal beating and the most he would have to do is bury your bones in his backyard.

Pretend you never existed. Your name fades into obscurity like every other name does. Your face is just another face. And no one truly cares in the end. America’s love is limited, its affections will go elsewhere, to a prettier kidnapped girl in California or a younger one in Maine. The police will pass you off as a runaway soon enough, and no one would ever have to mourn a bodiless casket. What a mess. Leon didn’t mean to be so charming, didn’t mean to make you fall for him, he didn’t know girls these days were so into getting raped on the daily. Now he’s facing the repercussions of his sex appeal. God forbid he exists in sexy peace.

You gotta make everything his problem, don’t you? Lucky little thing. Leon wonders if you’ve ever had to do anything for yourself. Wonders, ponders, thinks, but he won’t pry. ‘Cause it makes him feel, like, really fucking sucky. That he plucked you out of your perfect little life ‘cause his life is the shittiest little life in this piece of shit world.

He struggles to even utter your name– Your name, god, he bets it was picked out so delicately, so carefully– And that pisses Leon off ‘cause his dad named Leon after his favourite hooker, remove the A from Leona and there you have it! Italian enough for his ma too, hit a perfect sweet spot. Now he’s upset, the perennial guilt has wilted and he’s just fucking exasperated by you. By your luck. By your shamelessness. What twisted little bitch sits there and gloats about having the real thing in reference to her kidnapper. In actuality, it’s Leon that has the real thing.

Leon knocks you down like you’re made of styrofoam. That little yelp never gets old. You see, he’s been struck by this awful migraine and he wants you to feel the same. You should ache like he does, but you don’t ‘cause you’re young and healthy and he makes you go to bed at an appropriate time ‘cause it’s his duty as your kidnapper to make sure you don’t die out of neglect - death via beating is fine and understandable.

You sit at his feet so sweetly, a stray dog that’s wandered into the shrine of a lonely god, curling up at the foot of a wooden statuette to seek some form of solace. Unfortunately for you, Leon is no god, just a normal man with a heart and a soul and a dick that thinks for itself. He does what any man with a dumb dick would do - grabs you by the ankle and lugs you towards the bedroom like a deer carcass. It’s slightly comical, and he knows that ‘cause he hears you giggle a little.

“Rape is nothin’ to laugh about, sweetheart,” Leon says ‘cause that’s the plan, he drops you down on the bed with a thunk. Is it even rape when the other party, a very much kidnapped party, is enjoying it? Truly, you suck the joy out of his life.

“Sorry, Leon,” you go slack and stupid the second he gropes your tit, he’s not one for foreplay, it bores him most days. He’ll eat your pussy ‘cause he likes the taste, but he’s old and his cock is on its last legs and the moment his shit jumps to life it’s best to get it in ASAP.

“It’s okay, baby,” Leon lifts the hem of your shirt, “I know you’re really fuckin’ stupid, so don’t worry ‘bout it, yeah?” God, he’s way too nice. He pulls the shirt over your head and you’re left bare.

“Thank you, Leon,” You’re well-mannered, he’ll give you that, polite little thing, it's terribly endearing, has the walls of his gristly heart caving in.

“You’re very welcome, baby,” he hums, unzipping his jeans to get his dick out before it ultimately droops. Your cunt is sopping, takes to his fingers easily, he curls them upwards to hear those slick clicks. “Spread ‘em.” Leon taps your thigh, and you bend your knees outwards, a foot flat on the bed. It’s nice that you’re wet for him and all, does wonders for his ego, but loose holes are no fun.

“Not there,” you’re so cute when you whine, would look so cute stuffed in the trunk of his car, god. He’d even put a pillow between your thighs to give that cunt some friction. Keep you entertained while he drives aimlessly.

“Baby, you should know better,” Leon chides, spreads your ass and eyes up your tighter hole. “Didn’t ask you, did I?”

“Nuh-uh, Leon.” Comes your automated response.

“What did I tell you?”

“Don’t speak unless spoken to,” you relay the words like you’re reading from a rulebook.

Creepy. Makes him shudder. Maybe Leon did Stockholm you purposefully, he didn’t expect you to respond so well, he was just saying shit. Like, shit that comes out of his mouth when he’s horny, and your sick little brain took his word as law. So, like, that’s your fault and you’re making it his problem. ‘Cause everyone loves to make everything Leon’s problem.

“God, you’re such a clever girl, baby,” he coos because he is so kind and gracious, giving out praise left and right. The tip of Leon’s cock is sticky, drags it through the seam of your cunt to part your folds, kisses your clit with the fat head. There’s a slight gape to your puckered hole when he grabs your ass cheek to open you up. Leon’s forced his way in countless times before, it’s no different this time. With a cock lubed by precum and your drippy cunt, he pushes into your asshole mercilessly.

“That’s a cute face, sweetheart, you gonna do that for me again?” Leon asks, taking a handful of tit as he admires the pain washing over your face— The divot between your brows that he smooths over with his thumb, a quivering bottom lip, eyes screwed shut ‘cause you’re trying to take his fat cock like a good girl should. You make it so easy to hurt you.

“Leon,” you whimper when he bottoms out. His cock kicks inside you, he pulls out to be mean, carves out space and your hole flutters ‘cause it’s so empty— Leon forces his way back in, till the ring of muscle swallows up the base of his cock, and his balls smack wetly against the fat of your ass. Two fingers find their way into your sloppy pussy once more, he feels the ridges of his cock through the spongy, thin walls of your cunt, and you’re liking it too much, fucking him back far too enthusiastically when his thumb presses down on your pulsing clit.

“You’re gonna cum like this, sweetheart,” Leon tells you matter-of-factly, removes his fingers with a pop! and wipes the milky cream dribbling down his wrist on your tummy. “Can you do that for me?”

“No, Leon, I can’t,” you shake your head, trembling fingers wrapping around his wrist to guide him back to your puffy clit.

“Yes you can, baby, you’re gonna do it for me aren’t you?” He tuts, breaking free from your sorry excuse of a grip to lay a firm smack on your jaw. It sends your head to the right, hears your neck crack, he’s sure. “We don’t use words like ‘no’ do we?”

“No…”

Aw, that was a trick question— He gives you another smack to force your head to the left. A little brain damage goes a long way. Keeps you obedient. When you get over the dizziness and face him head-on, you try to blink away the tears to no avail, they roll down your cheeks in pearlescent blobs. Clicker training is unneeded when you have a firm hand. It’s worked so well, any mention of your life outside of the time spent in his home and he’s punching your lights out, now you talk to Leon about Leon, and you think of Leon, and you fuck Leon and you love him– Jesus, okay, he did Stockholm you real fucking bad. No wonder you’re so weird.

Leon rabbits into you, short and shallow thrusts ‘cause it’s harder for you to breathe that way with his cock constantly pushing and jabbing and— Fuck, he’s practically reshaping your insides at such a brutal pace.

“I knew you could do it,” Leon snickers, presses hard on your abdomen to help you cum— And you’re so cute when you do, writhing and lifting your hips up and just looking a little stupid. There’s a stuttered breath, then you’re squirting in sharp bursts, from his cock in your ass alone. “There we go— You did it, baby, did so well—“ He is so fucking sweet to you, talking you through your high and shit. “You love getting your ass fucked don’t you?”

When you don’t respond, too busy trying to recover from an orgasm that’s left you boneless, Leon knocks some sense into you. “I do,” you gasp, teeth clattering like they always do when he hits you. “I do, Leon, I do, I love it— Love you.”

Holy shit. He hates it. That’s what drives him over the edge, that’s what makes him fuck his load into your ass till it’s dripping back down his shaft, that’s what gets his legs all shaky? It sickens him.

“Do you love me, Leon? I love you so much, Leon,” you mumble to him feverishly when he dips low to rest his forehead on yours, a hand on your cheek.

“You’re growing on me, baby,” Leon says, kissing the spot on your cheek he hit less than a minute ago. “Go clean yourself up.” He checks his watch while you limp off to the en-suite. “I’m headin’ out soon.”

“What?” You poke your head past the door frame, genuinely distraught at this revelation. “But you just got home, Leon, I was so bored— Can I come with you?”

“Are you dumb, baby?” Leon blinks at you, and he knows the answer is yes already.

“I’ll just miss you, like, lots ‘n lots.” You’re padding towards him, seating yourself on his lap. He puts his hands on your hips to draw you in, you breathe in his scent. It can’t be pleasant, but you get something out of it. “I want to come with you, please. I won’t run away, Leon, I like it with you.”

“I know you won’t run away,” he hums, squeezing your hips. “What would you do without me? You’d just miss me, baby.”

“And I’m gonna miss you when you go now, Leon.” Your arms loop around his neck. This is fucking disgusting. You’re not his girlfriend, but his literal kidnapping victim and he’s all loved up, letting you stroke his hair and kiss his neck— Fuck, he hates it, hates that he likes you so damn much.

It’s not like he could get away with it. Claire’s got, like, a database in her head for all the fucking women in the world. One look at your face and she’ll know. And how the fuck are you meant to play that off? Bringing a missing girl as your date for the night.

“You can come with me,” he agrees, just not in the girlfriend way, but in the appropriate kidnapped girl way. With a gag in your mouth and your hands behind your back, tucked into his trunk like a cute, fleshy suitcase.

Zip ties are best, rope comes second, and Leon’s tie is probably not on the list of best kidnapping tools. He just wasn’t prepared to take you with him. He’s fairly new to the whole kidnapper thing, it’s quite exhausting.

The sun sets early these days, and it’s not like Leon lives in a crowded area. Only sign of life on the street is him. And you. Panties stuffed in your mouth as a makeshift gag, wrists tied together with the tie Hunnigan got him for Christmas. You could spit the panties out at any minute, but you don’t. You could break free from the shitty knot he’s tied, but you don’t. Leon must be good at this manipulation thing ‘cause you’re so damn docile, letting him lay you down like a corpse, move you around like one.

“All good?” Leon asks, tilts his head to the side as you stare up at him with glassy eyes. Not all good. You’re terrified. He can tell. You still nod though. “Good.” He kisses your head, then shuts you in.

Leon is already a bit of a nervous driver. His windows are blacked out at least. He always feels like he’s doing something wrong. Like there’s drugs planted in his glove compartment, or he’s got blood money on the backseat, or a cute girl in the trunk— Which he does, but he doesn’t usually have a cute girl tied up in the trunk. He usually does get a ticket or two though, able to charm his way out of it, flash his ID.

There isn't a single noise from you, not even a thump, and it worries him. Leon considers pulling over, but he drives on white-knuckled and shaky. Hopes you haven’t rolled out without him noticing. Been flattened by a truck. Jesus Christ, he thought something about this would be gratifying, but his nerves have spiked and unlocked a new level of anxiety. He should hand himself in right now– Obviously, he doesn’t do that, and he parks up outside Claire’s apartment instead, and he is going to check on you, he is, he was–

“Oh, hey you!” Sherry takes him by surprise, her hand is small in his, but it’s calloused. Doesn’t feel like it did when he held it the first time. Even smaller and bloodied. When she smiles at him, soft wrinkles form. “You’re on time,” she comments, and he wants to die because there is a girl in his trunk.

“Right on, kiddo!” He says to Sherry who is thirty-seven and married. Leon would like to think he does well in high-pressure situations, he does do well in high-pressure situations. That’s a fact. He’s great in end-of-the-world-type scenarios, great at saving America from impending doom, he could do it with his eyes closed– Facing the closest thing you have to family not as yourself, but as a creepy, old rapist is insanely difficult and he would prefer to never do it again. However, he is exactly that, plus a kidnapper, so Leon will continue to do it for the rest of his days.

“Are you okay, Leon?” The corners of her lips are downturned– She knows, oh god, she knows, and she’s never going to look at you the same, and she’ll hate you for the rest of her life– “You’re not sick, are you? I heard there was a bug going around, Jake got sick today that’s why he couldn’t come.” Fuck Jake. Leon dislikes him. Her hair is longer, long enough to fall over her shoulders. He’d tell her to cut it, in their line of work it’s a risk, but she looks how she used to look, and Leon can’t say anything to her.

“No, I’m just, I’m cold, it’s cold, right? It’s cold out here, let’s go inside– Claire’s waiting,” he says very smoothly, totally without a single fumble.

“What is up with you?” Claire scans his guilty face when she opens the door, scans it like a robot, not like an observant human. She steps aside to let Sherry in, kissing the shorter girl’s cheek, and then she blocks Leon from entering. “My pipes are bust, Leon.”

“Okay? Can’t help you with that, babe.” Leon is not a fucking plumber. Doesn’t look like one in the slightest. He’s handsome like a washed-up actor, he knows that much is true, does not fit the bill for a plumber.

“You look like you need to shit really bad.”

“God, I don’t, I’m just fuckin’ cold.” Leon shows her his shaky hands as proof. It’s not proof ‘cause these are kidnapper shakes.

Claire stares at him. Ineffable. Unflappable. She scares the shit out of him, might really end up on her busted toilet if she scrutinises him to this degree all night. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good, I’m great– I’m cold, I’m fine,” he says normally because he is a normal man with a heart and soul and dick and balls and credit. All the shit normal guys have. And a girl in the trunk, he’s got that too. The cast-iron doubt in Claire’s eyes has Leon on edge for the rest of the night. It never dissipates. Or she’s just looked that way her whole life and Leon’s overthinking it.

“Nah, Leon hates those, don’t you?” Sherry nudges his shoulder.

“Huh?” Leon says intelligently, he’s painfully aware of his blundering efforts at socialising. Painfully aware of you. In his trunk. Cold, scared, and wet ‘cause you’re fucked up. He hates a lot of things like assless chaps and seven-eleven beer and swans. He drinks seven-eleven beer anyway. Does not wear assless chaps though. And he’d prefer to keep it that way. Swans piss him off ‘cause they're beautiful and violent and beautiful things should be passive like you are. Beautiful things were put on this earth to be gawked at. Beautiful things belong tied up in his car.

“Parrots,” she smiles at him again and he’s hit by a wave of nausea.

“What about ‘em?”

“Me and Jake want to get a pet, I’ve always wanted a parrot, you promised to get me one when I was a kid,” Sherry says, it’s not even to guilt trip him, just factual, but Leon feels like the shittiest guy alive, he’s very good at feeling bad.

“I do hate them,” Leon confirms, “They talk too much.” Pets are pets. They roll over, show off their bellies, wag their tails, they shouldn't speak.

“That’s what I like about them!”

Leon gets a headache when you speak for even a minute, that’s why he couldn't deal with a parrot. Or any pet other than his lucky girl ��cause at least she’s smart enough to know when to shut up.

“It’s not like they talk a lot.” Claire fills her wine glass for the nth time. “They speak when spoken too,” she says while blinking at Leon so directly he thinks she might’ve put cameras in his house to see if he’s being as feminist as he claims he is. “And you can teach them names, I think it’s cute.”

“We took care of a puppy last year, a friend’s one, but Jake doesn’t like dogs at all. Poor thing, she got car sick when we took her out, she was in the back on her own, and she must’ve been so scared-”

A dog in the back of a car all on her own. God, doesn’t that sound familiar? Did you get car sick? Should he have checked up on you? Fuck, you might’ve choked to death on your own car sickness by now. The clock ticks and Leon checks his watch about ten times within five minutes. He can’t leave first. He never leaves first– Oh, fuck, but what if you’re fucking dead? He prays you aren’t. He would appreciate it if you were alive.

“I don’t… I don’t feel great,” Leon says not convincingly when he stands up, then he bends to kiss Sherry on the head. “I love you, sweetheart, we’ll catch up next time, alright?” And he doesn’t give either of them a chance to respond properly. Collecting his keys from the table, his jacket, his gun.

Leon, don’t you want to finish– Leon, you’re leaving– Call me when you get back– I’ll miss you, Leon– Text me back– Should you be driving–

He would love to reassure Sherry, tell her that he’ll miss her so much he could die and that he promises to text Claire back on time, and that he’s perfectly capable when it comes to drunk driving. but he’s pretty sure he’s got a missing dead girl in his trunk. Leon wonders if they can see him clearly from Claire’s fifth-story window. They don’t care about what he’s doing, but the probability that they might be able to see what he’s doing, acting all shady, is scary. The street lights flicker, and when he opens the hatch, he’s bathed in the glow of your halo. Hail fucking Mary and Joseph and Jesus. You’re there, eyes frantic, and very alive, panties still stuffed in your mouth. Could’ve spat those out by now, but you’re a good girl.

“Fuck,” Leon sighs, he smiles like he loves you. “Hi, baby, did you have fun?” He hunches over to get a better look at you, you’re in the position he left you in, on your side, balled up, almost foetal. He slaps your tit, pinches your cheek, pokes your ass like he’s giving you a physical. You shake your head. “No?” Leon pouts at you, then he leaves you in the dark by slamming the lid. The thrill has sorta settled in, or he’s just tipsy, ‘cause he’s giddy about it, about having you back there. Highways are fairly empty at this time, and so now that he’s boosted by you not being dead and cognac, Leon parks up on the side of the road. Opens up his trunk, again, it’s the most he’s ever used it, shit is gonna fall off its hinges.

“You saved me,” you say when he takes your spit-soaked panties out of your mouth. “You found me, sir, I was so scared, I-I thought I was going to die in here.”

Leon’s confused for a second, then he gets it. You’re roleplaying as… as a kidnapping victim. Which you already are. So it’s like the Droste effect, or holarchy, or more simply a thing within a thing. You’re letting him take on the hero part, which he’s most familiar with, he’s good at being the good guy, that’s why Leon is a pretty crummy kidnapper. “I saved you,” Leon says flatly, he goes with it. “You should suck my dick to say thank you.” He didn’t mean to say that so soon, he was gonna play along for longer, but you made him really fucking hard just then. Teary-eyed, snotty, looking so cute and sweetly kidnapped.

Waiting for your response isn’t his style. Leon had his dick out before you even spoke, he was planning on just stuffing it in your mouth, but you went and made up a little story in your head to get him even harder. He shuffles forward, wipes the tip on your lips, slaps it on your cheek.

“C’mon, open up, baby.” You nose at the underside of his cock, then take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and giving it to him so well, how he likes it, choking once you get to the balls. Leon places a hand on the back of your head, forces you still as he pounds your throat, hearing you gag and heave brings him comfort, ‘cause you're struggling and he loves to make you struggle, loves to make you work for it. You've had it too easy, and now you’ve started liking the sex (read: rape), so Leon’s glad he can hurt you without you getting off on it. “Okay, okay, that’s enough, baby, you can stop that now,” Leon says like he wasn’t skullfucking you into a coma, his cock slips past your lips, strings of saliva beading your chin, your neck, your tits.

The trunk is kinda small, when he puts you on your front, your head rests on the backseats, and your legs dangle over the edge. “Can you untie me, sir?” You ask in a scratchy voice, throat shredded.

Leon ignores you. He’s busy scoffing at how fucking soaked you are, misses the days he had to spit on your cunt to get it wet, when he felt all big like his cock was imposing ‘cause you were so dry he had to force his way in, and you would scream so loud it sliced his skin, and he would groan for that contrapuntal effect ‘cause hurting you is the best thing he’s ever felt. Better than opioids, better than regular sex, better than a scalp massage, better than anything that feels mildly great.

Your cunt swallows his shaft too well, and it is hot to know you’re so far gone now, but would it kill your pussy to show some form of resistance? He knocks his hips forward so hard the car jolts, thrusts all his weight into you, so his cock is doing nothing but harm, breaking your cunt in, going past your cervix, womb-fucking and all that good shit. It doesn’t get further than your cervix for obvious reasons.

‘Cause his dick is not a knife, it’s a dick and it twitches when you clench. He likes having a dick, he likes to fuck with it, likes to stick it in places it shouldn’t be, likes to disfigure and wreck and ruin with it - fly in the ointment is that it’s not immune to stupid, sloppy holes that beg for it. Leon shudders, keeps himself buried to the hilt, rolls his hips forward so the tip jabs the fleshy, firm opening of your cervix in painful grinds.

“Leon,” you wheeze, twisting like you’re getting exorcised, “Leon— Leon, it hurts—“

“I know, baby,” Leon pats your ass, giving a sharp thrust forward to make you sob. “Keep talkin’ to me like that, turns me on.”

“Hurts so bad, hurts, Leon, ‘s gonna– ‘s gonna kill me, Leon– Don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, please–”

“Shit,” he laughs breathlessly. That was hot. Girls begging for their lives ‘cause his dick is too good. When you turn to glance at him over your shoulder, his hips stutter. “Fuck, baby– You look fucked.” Like you’re terrified of him. That's how it should be. “Don’t go pushin’ me out,” Leon grunts, words punctuated by strokes that have you reeling in all the worst ways.

“I can’t–” Your head bumps the seats when Leon knocks you in the back of the head. Hard enough to stun you into silence.

“Can’t run from it, can you?” Leon bites down on your shoulder, momentary relief from the cruel drag of his cock inside your sticky cunt, now you can focus on his teeth. How he might tear into you. Eat you up. “Gotta take it for me, baby, ‘cause that’s what you're good for. No brains just got a stupid little cunt.” When he cums, you arch into him, and he fucks into you with all he’s got, till you’re stuffed full of his seed. Something to keep your belly warm for the ride home. Leon should get an award for being this considerate.

“Leon, can I sit in the front?” you sniffle, pathetic and floppy and orgasmless.

He sneers at you. “Do you want me to get caught, sweetheart? You wanna get taken away from me?”

“No, Leon…”

Click!

That was cathartic. Leon’s glad you’ve still got pain receptors, you’re not totally gone, clinging on for dear life, but still afloat. He carries his little body bag to the door. “Want a photo?” Leon sets you down on the ground, you cling to the back of his shirt as he struggles with his jammy lock.

“Oh, yeah!” You light up, “‘Cause you saved me!”

“Yeah, baby.” Leon ushers you inside. “I saved you.” From the boot of his own fucking car.

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poker face - snowjanus x reader

a game of strip poker with your roommates turns into something a little more…

modern!snowjanus x reader roommate au

cw: 18+//threesome//oral (f. and m. receiving)//fingering//piv sex//anal//stripping//drinking

‘you guys are so unfair,’ you whined as you removed a sock, having lost to their higher hands. they’d changed the rules so it was only the loser that had to strip, and unbeknownst to you, both the boys were more than amateurs at the game.

‘it’s only the rules,’ coriolanus teased, taking a swig of his beer.

you watched the two boys exchange glances as sejanus dealt another hand to each of you, communicating in their own psychic way. it vexed you, the two of them did that a lot, especially when you brought a guy home.

‘well, it’s not like they’re the real rules,’ you shook your head, picking up the cards and sighing as you found yourself with a two pair, again.

a smile flickered upon coriolanus’ lips as he saw his full house, and he once again looked at sejanus, who didn’t seem too put off by his straight. still, it could’ve been better, but by the dour look etched upon your features, they could tell you were disappointed by your hand.

they moved their chips forward, coriolanus bargaining the most, and you sighed, knowing that it was likely you’d be the one clutching at a blanket by the end of the evening, attempting to shield your body. you don’t even know why you’d agreed to this, but you couldn’t deny that you were dying to see the boys undressed. you’d accidentally seen one too many-a-things to pique your curiosity, especially when either of them wore grey sweatpants.

‘fuck,’ you sighed as coriolanus put his cards down on the table, revealing he had a full house.

sejanus raised his brows nervously, but sighed with relief as you showed your defeated hand. his straight would mean he didn’t have to remove his clothing, which was scarce, as both boys were lounging around in sweatpants and shirts. there wasn’t much to take off.

‘this isn’t fun if i’m the only one who’s going to be stripping,’ you frowned, but coriolanus just laughed.

‘shouldn’t have agreed to play with us,’ disappointment filled his eyes when he saw you remove another sock. ‘oh, and rule change… next time you lose, you need to take off a real item of clothing. no more socks or watches.’

you shook your head, and reached for the glass of red wine perched on the coffee table. if you had to continue, you decided that you could at least get a little help from the liquor, just as the boys did.

sejanus dealt a hand this time, and your lips curled up with a grin when you realised you’d gotten a royal flush. you wanted to bet big this time, and pushed all your chips in. both boys could see you struggled to keep a poker face, but sejanus let out a defeated sigh when he realised he only had a pair.

‘well boys, which one of you is stripping?’ you giggled, showing your royal flush.

coriolanus showed his full house, a little disappointed that you’d won this time. beginner’s luck, he supposed. sejanus tossed his cards down, a little disgruntled that he’d lost. because you’d made such a hefty bet, you’d raked up all their chips, grinning.

‘come on sej, what are you going to take off, pants or shirt?’ you teased, watching as a blush crept across his cheeks.

he pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular and taught torso, causing you to giggle again, face burning. coriolanus didn’t mind either, and you caught his eyes going wide as your roommate removed his shirt.

‘see, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?’ you cajoled, basking in the giddiness of your win.

you dealt the hand this time, body humming in anticipation. you wanted to luck out again this time, but frowned when you scooped up your cards and were left with merely a straight.

this time, it was coriolanus who lost, and you watched as he too removed his shirt. you noticed a dog tag dangling from around his neck, obviously from when he’d joined the army on an impulse, or so he’d said, and felt your mouth water a little at the sight of his well-toned chest.

‘oh boys,’ you sighed, clucking your tongue. the alcohol had made your lips a little loose, and they seemed acutely aware that you were now the most clothed one there.

another hand was dealt. you had finally been defeated, and sighed as you decided what would be best to remove. you couldn’t deny the burning between your thighs as the two of them sat on the couch, shirtless, while you were sat cross-legged on the floor.

you could be extra teasing and remove your bra from underneath your dress, but then if you lost again, you’d run the risk of being only in your panties. however, it wouldn’t be as fun if you pulled off your dress, wanting to make them wait. you saw the way they were eyeing you, slouched over, eyes fixated on your every movement.

you lifted up the back of your dress, and unclasped your bra. you were a little relieved you’d chosen to wear the pretty one, baby blue and lacy, and as you slipped it off your arms, you heard their breaths catching in their throats.

‘you’re such a fuckin’ tease,’ coriolanus sighed, running a hand through his golden curls.

‘hey, just think about what she’ll have to take off next, coryo,’ sejanus laughed, but coriolanus still frowned with displeasure.

‘you never said which order i had to remove the clothes,’ you murmured, tossing the bra at the couch.

coriolanus caught it in his hands, a surprised look creeping across his cheeks as he realised what he was clutching. he could smell the faint scent of your perfume, miss dior, was it?—and felt his cock twitch a little in his sweatpants. god, it would be hard to keep hiding the fact that he wanted your lips around his cock.

‘mhm, well next time, i’m going to make you remove that dress,’ he replied, causing sejanus to let out a guffaw.

it was no secret between the boys that they both wanted you, enthralled by your pretty smile and the way you were always so touchy with them. they’d been planning this for a while now, hoping that you just couldn’t refuse the game—and you’d been more than willing when it had been suggested. secretly, you fantasised about taking both of them, watching as one stretched your pretty little hole out while the other fucked your throat.

‘oh really?’ your brows quirked up. ‘you’re going to make me?’

coriolanus nodded, eyes dancing with want. you pursed your lips together with curiosity, forgetting that you were supposed to actually be playing poker.

‘coryo,’ sejanus laughed, watching as the two of you shamelessly flirted. he felt a little pang of jealousy with the attention not being entirely on him, but he was sure he wouldn’t be left out with the way you’d been eyeing his big arms before.

‘what do you think, sej?’ coriolanus inquired, turning to look at his friend. ‘think i can make her take her dress off?’

sejanus pressed his lips into a thin line, eyes narrowing in on you. your face was flushed now, and though you tried to hide it, you were trembling a little nervously. he nodded his head.

‘yeah,’ he mumbled, breath catching slightly at the thought of your naked form.

you stood up from the ground, and made your way over to the boys who were draped across the couch. you stood between them now, watching as their eyes flickered to the bottom of your dress, which barely covered the top of your thighs.

‘well, are you going to make me?’ you mused, fingers clutching at the hem of your dress.

coriolanus’ hands grasped at your thighs, and you couldn’t hold back the gasp at the feeling of the cold touch on your skin. they travelled to grip at the hem, brushing your own clutching hands away, and he hiked the dress up past your panties.

‘oh my,’ he sighed as he revealed a pair that matched the bra you’d tossed at him some time earlier.

sejanus let out a groan, and unable to keep his hands to himself, he grabbed your arm. unlike coriolanus, his touch was warm; pleasant. the alternating sensations sent your head into a spin, and you let your eyes flutter shut.

coriolanus pulled you down against his thigh, and your eyes opened again, watching as he slipped the dress over your head. you shivered at the feeling of the cool air brushing against your bare skin. both boys groaned at the sight of your breasts, perfectly pert, nipples cold and hard. sejanus couldn’t help himself, and ran a hand over the sensitive skin.

‘oh,’ you sighed as he stroked your nipple.

your core burned, and you found yourself clenching around coriolanus’ thigh, searching for a way to relieve the tension. he could only watch in awe, eyeing your perfect body. he felt the wetness from your panties as you began to grind against his thigh.

‘fuck,’ you groaned, body humming with pleasure as sejanus continued to run at your hard nipples. he had both of his hands cupped around your breasts, watching as you continued to search for release against coriolanus’ thigh.

he couldn’t have that though, the way you were gasping, and the friction of your cunt upon his leg made the blood rush to his cock.

‘she’s so pretty coryo,’ sejanus sighed. ‘i wanna fuck her.’

you were a little taken aback by the words coming out of his mouth. sejanus was usually sweet, you would expect coriolanus to speak with that sort of frankness. it only made your thighs burn more, knowing that they both wanted you.

‘yeah? how does that sound, princess?’ coriolanus asked, shifting a little uncomfortably as he tried to accomodate for the straining bulge in his sweatpants.

‘i want you both,’ you mewled, looking all pathetic already. you’d had such control before, teasing them, and now you were a mess, rubbing your wet pussy against coriolanus’ leg.

‘both?’ coriolanus gasped. ‘greedy, are we?’

you nodded dumbly, rutting helplessly against him. you could feel yourself coming undone, but before you could edge your way to your orgasm, coriolanus pulled you off his lap and put you down between himself and sejanus.

both boys are straining in their pants, and you can see how hungrily they’re eyeing you. the wine removed any shyness you’d had about your body, but you’re still very conscious of the fact that you’re in nothing but your panties.

‘don’t tease her so much, coryo,’ sejanus’ tone was laced with a tone of plea—he wanted to get on with things, he just couldn’t help himself, he was throbbing inside his boxers, tip dribbling a little with precum.

you smiled innocently at sejanus, but your eyes were dancing with desire, and the heat between your legs had not ebbed. you could see how hard he was, and wanting to help him, you ghosted a hand over the bulge.

he let out a groan, and coriolanus watched greedily, jealous that the attention was removed from him. you couldn’t help yourself, and slipped your hand past the waistband of his pants and boxers, beginning to palm his cock. he was thick, and throbbing against your hand.

‘didn’t know you were so desperate to fuck me, sej,’ you teased, pulling his cock out before your eyes.

your mouth watered, but you were aware of coriolanus’ heavy-breathing, laced with jealousy. you settled onto your knees on the couch, ass perched close to coriolanus’ face, and bent down to give sejanus’ cock a kiss.

‘fuck,’ he sighed, and you looked up at him through your thick lashes, seeking his permission. ‘go ahead.’

you moved the flat of your tongue around the tip of his cock, licking up the drops of precum, circling until you were satisfied that it was all gone. coriolanus groaned at the sight of you watching you glide your tongue across sejanus’ cock, and couldn’t ignore the fact that your ass was practically presenting itself to him.

you moved your tongue up the underside of sejanus’ cock, watching as he groaned, hand fisting in your hair. you felt coriolanus’ hands on your ass, but were too distracted by sejanus that you didn’t notice him sliding your panties down your legs.

you wrapped your lips around sejanus’ tip, and began to take him further in your mouth, watching as his hips bucked at the wet warmth of your saliva coating his cock. you let out a gasp as you felt coriolanus’ fingers glide across your wet folds, and pulled away from sejanus for a brief moment to see him fingering you from behind.

‘so fucking wet, look at her, sej,’ coriolanus cooed, thumb pressing against your clit.

you gasped, but moved so you were taking sejanus down your throat again, head bobbing as your tongue slipped up and down his thick shaft.

‘i wanna make you cum,’ coriolanus mused, watching as you squirmed from his touch.

sejanus’ hips twitched a little as you took him fully in your mouth, balls slapping slightly against your chin. he couldn’t help but buck against your lips, watching as you gagged. your eyes pricked a little with tears, but you pushed them away, determined to take him as deep as you could until he was coming down your throat.

coriolanus bent his head down and buried himself between your thighs, tongue lapping gently at the slickness pooling at your hole. your pussy looked beautiful from behind, and it tasted even better, just as sweet as he’d imagined. you moaned against sejanus’ cock, the hum sending him over the edge.

‘jesus,’ sejanus huffed out as he came down your throat.

thick, hot ropes slid onto your tongue as he slipped himself out, and you swallowed him up, even taking care to suck a little at the tip to make sure all his cum was making its way down to your belly. he whined from the feeling of your lips around his overstimulated tip.

sejanus had to pry you off of him for fear he’d be coming again, and you turned your attention back to coriolanus, who was currently fucking your hole with his tongue. you whined at the sensation, eyes trained on sejanus, who’s lips were curved into a grin at the sight of your fucked-out face.

‘coryo,’ you whimpered, moving away from him.

as much as you were enjoying the sensation of his mouth on your cunt, the position was uncomfortable. you turned around to face him, and forced him down against the couch, hovering over him teasingly.

‘i’m going to sit on your face, and you can finish what you’re doing,’ you commanded, watching as coriolanus gripped your thighs, dragging you down so you could perch your cunt upon his face.

‘i can’t believe he’s letting you boss him around,’ sejanus laughed, surprised that his friend had surrendered his usual dominance to you of all people.

‘mhm, well he’ll get to tell me what to do once he can make me cum,’ you remarked, groaning as his tongue worked effortlessly at your clit.

sejanus came to sit on the other side of you, not wanting to miss out on all the fun. you leaned in to him, your noses brushing as you let out another gasp as coriolanus’ tongue pressed against your sensitive nub, lips suckling in an attempt to bring you to your pleasure.

sejanus’ lips were soft against yours, and you moaned into the kiss, too far gone with the pressure of coriolanus’ skilled tongue against your dripping folds. he wrapped his hands around your neck, fingers catching in your hair, pulling you closer. you opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

you were so desperate, at the same time grinding against coriolanus’ mouth, feeling yourself unfurl beneath him. heat burned at your core, the tight knot in your stomach forming. coriolanus’ cock was hard again as he felt your juices coat his lips, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep inside of you.

moaning into sejanus’ mouth, you clenched your thighs and felt yourself come undone, skin dancing with the fire of your want. you wondered if coriolanus was suffocating between your thighs, but he continued to lick at you as if you were his last meal, lapping up all the delicious slick that you dripped onto his tongue.

‘so good,’ you gasped into sejanus’ mouth, his fingers tickling the nape of your neck.

you pulled yourself off of coriolanus, who’s lips were wet with your juices, and you felt your core tingle again. he looked so hot, drunk on your pussy, blue eyes wide with a hunger to have you all to himself.

sejanus and you parted for a moment, watching as coriolanus grabbed at your naked form, his hard cock pressing into your back. you let out a sigh, rubbing your ass against his cock, and he cast a pleading look.

‘wanna fuck you now,’ he begged, a little pathetic.

sejanus coughed, reminding coriolanus that he had to share you, after all, you had more than one hole. it would be cruel to deny them their pleasure.

‘i’m sure you boys can decide who gets what,’ you drawled, letting coriolanus pull you into his lap.

both boys were silent for a moment, debating with one another through their eyes; coriolanus’ boner pressing into you, a reminder of just how much he needed you. he wanted you to be his, but sharing you with sejanus was only fair, especially when you’d been so insistent.

‘coryo?’ sejanus quirked a brow.

coriolanus pursed his lips, growing increasingly aware of the way your ass ground against his cock. he didn’t know how much longer he could take it, or if he’d finish without even being inside of you.

'should i fuck you in the ass, hm?' coriolanus murmured in your ear. your cheeks burned, but you nodded hazily, too distracted by the thought of both of them inside of you.

'sej? does that suit you?' you asked, lips pursing as you felt your core begin to soak with heat again.

he didn't know what to say, words caught in his throat like dirt. of course it suited him. he had dreamed of a time like this, burying himself deep inside of your cunt, watching you moan his name...

'yeah, 'course,' he managed to utter, and you cast a soft smile.

sejanus laid back against the couch, and you left a pouting coriolanus to clamber onto sejanus' lap, straddling him. coriolanus watched as you wrapped your hand around sejanus' cock and stroked him a few times, thumbing the precum on his tip. when you decided he was wet enough, you lowered yourself around him, gasping as his thick cock stretched out your walls.

coriolanus gripped at your waist from behind, stroking the small of your back with his ringed hands. he'd pulled down his sweatpants, and his cock, long and throbbing, was pressing right against your ass. you moved up and down on sejanus, hands stroking the smooth expanse of his toned chest, watching as he moaned as you clenched around him.

'so good,' sejanus sighed as the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy echoed across the room.

struck with jealousy, coriolanus barely gave you warning as he pressed himself inside your other hole. you gasped, brows knitting together at the slight discomfort of his long length shoving inside of you.

‘is she tight, sej?’ coriolanus asked, groaning as he began to buck into your hole.

your head swam with overstimulation, core burning as they both filled you with their cocks. you couldn’t help but gasp as you rode sejanus, feeling coriolanus’ cock pressing against a particularly tight spot in your hole. you were in a daze.

‘so tight,’ sejanus mused, gripping at your hips, attempting to bury himself fully inside of you.

‘it’s too much,’ you murmured, already completely fucked-out on their cocks.

coriolanus’ cock throbbed as he felt your hole squeezing around his cock, clenching as sejanus stretched your pussy. he didn’t know how much more he could take, his balls aching to shoot their load into you. he thought of you being filled with both of their cum, watching the pearly stuff dripping out of your cunt and ass. that sent his head into a spin.

‘fucking hell!’ coriolanus grunted, sound of his balls slapping against your mingling with that of your wet cunt against sejanus’ cock.

‘she’s so good, isn’t she?’ sejanus mewled, his thighs trembling a little beneath you.

‘taking us so well,’ coriolanus said, breath hot against your ear. the feeling of the hot air sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel yourself being pushed over the edge.

‘gonna��’ you huffed, a little exhausted. ‘cum.’

the boys laughed, watching as you fucked yourself dumbly on their cocks, groaning and sighing with delight as you came undone, cunt gushing with wetness. sejanus moaned at the feeling of your slickness coating his cock, a milky ring forming round the base as your pussy slipped on and off his shaft.

‘such a slut, fucking yourself stupid on our cocks, huh?’ coriolanus cajoled, fastening his pace.

he tugged on your hair when you didn’t respond, and you let out a cry, feeling the stinging feeling of your hair strands standing on the ends of your scalp.

‘you gonna answer me? or have we fucked you so good that you can’t answer,’ coriolanus shook his head. ‘such a little whore.’

you moaned as you felt sejanus tremble beneath you, spilling his load inside your cunt. he whimpered a little as he came, cheeks burning and red with abashed innocence. you’d just felt so good, the way your wet walls clenched around him, taking him so well.

‘god,’ sejanus mumbled, continuing to thrust lazily into your pussy as his cum trickled out.

‘oh sej,’ you giggled, pressing a kiss to one of his reddened cheeks. he looked so sweet, big brown eyes welling with a bashful expression.

‘couldn’t help myself, you’re just so good,’ he mused, grunting as you changed position, sliding off his cock so your ass was pressed pertly against coriolanus’ cock.

‘want you to cum in my pussy too, coryo,’ you murmured, turning back to glance at him.

he frowned, but he couldn’t say no to the offer. he pulled his cock from your ass, throbbing and red; and a small groan played upon his lips as the pleasure ceased for a second. you both moaned as he slid into your wet, cum-soaked cunt, and he gripped at your hips.

feeling extra teasing, you reached down to grab at sejanus’ now flaccid cock, watching as his hips writhed at the excess stimulation. his eyes were stretched into a look of wide-eyed plea, but the sounds that were stumbling from his lips suggested he was yearning for it.

‘please, too much,’ he uttered, but his cock came to attention again, hardening as you ran your hands up and down.

coriolanus was close, clutching at your hips so hard you could feel the bruises forming. he loved the way your skin turned red between his fingers as he pounded you, another way he was making you his. your wetness, mixed with the feeling of sejanus’ cum, made his own release threaten to occur.

‘gonna fill you up, hm? such a slut, being filled with both our cum, taking it so well,’ coriolanus grunted against your ear as he pounded into you.

sejanus whimpered as you squeezed at his tip, hips thrusting helplessly, and a moan escaped your own lips as coriolanus gave a final, rough buck into your used cunt. he felt spurts of hot, sticky cum paint your walls, dripping down his aching cock.

coriolanus fucked the cum back into you, watching with an impish grin as your cunt sucked in his load; his cock was dripping with it too, and he felt turned on wondering whether it was his or sejanus’ that was costing him. either way, you were their’s now.

‘so much for strip poker,’ you laughed, breath heavy with exhaustion.

sweat beaded all of your skin, your breasts glistening beneath the ambient light of the room. you cast your eyes to the cards and chips strewn across the coffee table; your clothes tossed carelessly on the floor. your head swum with the heady excess of your bliss, and you sighed.

‘well, i’m not going to say no to another round,’ coriolanus murmured, causing the three of you to give an exasperated laugh. you wondered if you’d ever look at strip poker the same way again. probably not.

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, confession, friends to lovers, teasing, first kiss as a couple, injuries, post mission, suggestive towards the end, cute and stubborn Jason Todd

Word count: 1.2k

Flufftober Day 3: “Wait you love me?” - “I always have”

A/N: Next work for my flufftober. Glad Jason got this one cause I feel like it fits him very well.

"That didn't go quite as expected." Jason groaned as he collapsed on the couch. It was a tedious task dragging him back to his apartment, but he kept telling you what an asshole you'd be if you left him, all the while being an asshole himself with all his accidental leaning into you which you were almost sure wasn't accidental. "Can you get my first aid kit? You know where it is."

Yes, you did know because you patched him up way too many times to count. He could do it himself but you didn't trust him to do a good enough job and give himself time to heal. Jason was an impulsive man who tended to jump in guns blazing first and think later.

Frustrating as it was he was still one of your best friends and you always had his back.

"Why is your place always such a mess?" You put the first aid kit on the living room table, careful not to knock more things on the floor. There were shirts everywhere, shoes and you swore you saw his boxers, at which you would never look at intentionally of course. "I know you're busy but you could clean up every once in a while. If you had less things on your floor you might get injured less."

"Well maybe my place and I could both you some... women's touch." Jason wiggled his eyebrows at you. You moved his hands away from him, eyes narrowing at his choice of words. He was such a tease but it never went anywhere with him. Flirting was almost like second nature to him. "But you don't need to baby me you know. I can do things on my own."

"Of course you can but you refuse to. I would offer to move in but that might hurt your chances with... all the pretty ladies you always brag about." You pulled his face closer to clean the bruise above his eye, "You got punched real good here. You sure you still see okay?"

"Okay enough to see you smiling at me. Either that or you're making fun of me, honestly I can't tell." It was the first one, although seeing him get pissed off when he got punched out of nowhere was pretty funny. Less so for the unlucky robber.

Looking back at that there was something that bothered you about the whole thing.

You pressed the bandage to Jason's forehead. When he hissed you had to chuckle, it wasn't often that he made noises like these, mostly there were grumpy or annoyed grunts or laughing.

"When you got that punch, it didn't look like you weren't expecting it." Jason nodded in agreement, feeling the bandage with his fingers.

"I wasn't expecting the idiot to hit so hard. I got hit a lot harder though, it's nothing to really fuss about. But... thanks."

"A thank you from the Jason Todd? Are you sure you don't have a concussion? Maybe you should lie down. Want me to tuck you to bed?" You booped him on the nose and watched the cute way it bunched up accompanied by his cuter pout. "Or I could push you down and pin you until you fall asleep."

He grabbed your wrists in retaliation and pulled them into his lap, "You wish you could pin me down. No one does that."

"Yeah, given how you took that punch you're more likely to get knocked out." His eyes narrowed further because you knew, you knew he could take a lot more then that but it was so rare that you got to reverse the tables on him and be the one who teases him instead. "Hey, speaking of taking punches, did you... take that one for me?"

"Wha- n-no! Why- I ran to you and... he was there! I- if I wasn't there you probably would have gotten really hurt so it's probably a good thing you know. But it wasn't like... I'm glad you weren't hurt in the end." You saw a little blush cross his features and his biceps flex under his shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest, his pout getting even more adorable by the minute.

He was so fun to tease.

"Well regardless, that was very sweet of you." When he looked back at you he couldn't help but smile at you. It was slightly bashful.

The hands on his arms flexed hard as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, mumbling under his breath. "I'm not that sweet." And that was why he was secretly the sweetest. "Besides, how do you know I didn't only do it for the reward of having a pretty woman walk me home?" His hands returned to your wrists, his thumb running over your suit. "I heard that women love a tough guy."

"Yeah but not a jerk. I do love you though." As soon as the words left your mouth both of you stopped dead in your tracks. "Er... I mean... as a... you're a really great..." You struggled to find a way out of this confession but Jason wasn't letting it go, or you as a matter of fact, he pulled you close against his chest, a cocky smile replacing his previous one.

"Wait, you love me?" He smiled so hard that the little bruise on his lip started to bleed.

You could do something about that but should you? Jason is one of your best friends, and a teammate. Then again you already said it, would taking the next step being so terrible? "I always have." Your tongue fluttered out to give his bloody lip a lick before kissing him fully.

Jason melted against the couch and took you with him, his arms fully embracing you and returning the kiss, not caring how it stung because feeling your lips against his was a much better feeling. You shifted upwards a little and grabbed his face in your hands, finally free of his grip on your wrists. One of your hands cupped his jaw, the other went to his hair, feeling how soft it was. Surprisingly so.

"And how long did you want to do that for?" He asked already knowing what you would say.

"Since I saw you with your shirt off."

"Like this?" Heat spread across your cheeks as you saw him lifting his shirt up but half way through he groaned painfully, "Ah, fuck! My ribs!" He was stuck with his arms caught in his shirt, "Hey... can you give me a hand?"

You ran your hands across his chest, seeing where the bruise on his ribs formed. It looked so painful. In a different scenario this would be the perfect opportunity to tease him, but a little too soon to take your relationship that far just yet. As you took his shirt off fully your lips found his again as he reached for the zipper of your suit as well, slowly pulling it down and finding naked skin, "Jason. You're hurt." You gasped when his hips bucked upwards, "Jason!"

"So cute when you're flustered. Can we at least keep kissing? I know we only did it twice but, damn I wish we did it sooner." Honestly you did too. There will be plenty of time for that once he stops acting like he's getting stabbed when you press against his chest. "Imagine if I went to hospital and told them I broke my ribs thrusting into-"

"Oh my god, shut up please!" He won't. Not without incentive. Luckily your lips were just the thing.

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justmeinadaze · 3 months

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Little Girl Gone Part 3 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I tried to grab all the tags! If I missed any let me know :)

Warnings: Gangster Eddie/Officer Steve & Doctor Fem Reader, SMUT, slight degrading, spanking, slapping, handcuffs, etc. FLUFF, more details about the guys relationship,

ANGST, Per the previous chapters cliffhanger we get to meet Jason Carver and he causes problems triggering Eddie to react impulsively. Steve and Y/N spend the bulk of the chapter trying to talk him out of it. Steve and Y/N talk about past relationships, The boys fight but its an understanding between them (you'll see what I mean), technically not a cliffhanger ending this time!

Word Count: 6883

Previous Chapter Here

Clearing your throat, you regained your composure as you feigned a smile and extended your palm out to shake his.

“Hello there Mr. Carver. How can I help you today?”

“Well, like I told the young lady out there, I’m just here for a checkup. I’m embarrassed to say I wasn’t even aware this little office was here and so close to my house!”, he chuckled as he leaned against the counter.

Your head slightly ticked to the side at his statement as you pretended to read his chart. Carver’s side of Hawkins was nowhere near your clinic with you actually being a lot closer to Eddie’s building then any of Jason’s.

“Is that right?”

As the gangster nods, he turns his back to you for a moment to check his phone allowing you to sneak towards your sink and turn on the water as you pretended to wash your hands, utilizing your own device as you call Eddie’s phone.

“If anything happens, you see something or feel unsafe just call my cell. I’m more likely to answer than Steve who’s always on the move.”

Casually fumbling with your hair, you slide the wireless earbud into your ear and slide your device back into your pocket just as Jason turns back around.

“Please forgive me. Didn’t mean to break one of your rules.”, he laughs softly as he points to your “No Cell Phones” sign.

“Hey princess. I was just thinking about you.”, Eddie’s voice sweetly flowed from your phone.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Mr. Carver. I completely understand.” You heard clicking that sounded like a gun being loaded as you focused on the man in front of you. “Now was there a particular reason you felt like you needed a checkup or did you just wanted to keep up appearances?”

“No Steve, fuck you. I’m not staying put. This fucker has the nerve to come on to MY territory and…well then I’ll meet you there. You better get there before me because I swear to God if this asshole wants a war… The fuck did you just say to me!? Goddamn it!”

“I have to confess; I did have a bit of a reason. My head and my shoulder have really been bothering me.”

“Steve’s on the way, Y/N. He said he’s a couple of minutes away and so am I. Just stay calm, baby.”

“That’s not uncommon with things like…migraines. I, um, I can run some tests and prescribe you some medication that…that will help.”

Jason takes a few steps toward you as he speaks.

“I would appreciate that. It just genuinely feels like I got shot in the forehead or something.”, he chuckles as he moves again till he’s right in front of you.

“I think you should leave.”

“Aw, why? I’ve heard from the community around here that you’d be the person to come to for pain and I’m in a lot of it. You see, I had to bury one of my close friends yesterday.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, honey.”

“Don’t call me that.”, you growl making him smirk down at you before pushing some of your hair behind your ear displaying the earbud.

“She seems like a strong one, Munson. Beautiful. Girl in uniform. You definitely have a type.”

“Don’t touch me either.”

“Or what, honey, huh?”

The exam room door flies open as Steve barrels through with his gun drawn.

“Jason. You’re on the wrong side of town.”

“Put me on speaker, Y/N.”

Removing the device from your ear, you do what he says and hold your phone towards the gangster whose eyebrows raise in amusement.

“Is that my favorite rival?”

“Jason… you’re playing with fire. First you come on my territory, kidnap, and hurt Steve. Then you send one of your idiots to point a gun in my face. Normally this would be strike three but I’m giving you an out here. Stay away from them and off my side of Hawkins and we’ll do the same.”

“You know, Eddie, that sounds like a sweet deal. Let me talk it over with my team and…oh wait. You killed half my team.”

“You hurt the man I love. You started this… Don’t play the victim now.”

“No, you know who’s a victim? Andrew, Patrick, Samuel, and all of my other friends you killed.”, he sneered as his eyes met your own. “Soon you’ll know what it feels like. You won’t know when or where, freak, but I assure you I will be there when your pig and little whore here become victims to. Unless… you want to switch sides and come with me, pretty girl.”

As his hand reached out to touch your face, your fist reached out to punch him, knocking him backwards just in time for Steve to move forward, grab your wrist, and pull you behind him.

“Like you said, asshole, I have a type. She’s a lot stronger than she seems. However…”

The door to the room opens again as Eddie saunters in cocking his gun and points it in the other man’s face.

“If you ever pull a stunt like this again or lay one hand on her, there will be nowhere you could run where we wouldn’t find you. I’m not Allen, Jason. I’m not going to let the stupid bullshit you used to do slide.”

Moving aside to stand by Steve, he allowed the gangster to stand and adjust his suit as he headed for the door.

“You’re right, Munson. You aren’t Allen. The streets ran better with him in charge and you’re nothing like him. You may think these people respect you but I assure you they pity you.”, he spat before leaving the way he came.

The officer immediately turned around and cupped your head in his hands.

“Are you ok, honey? You did really good.”

You aggressively nod, gripping his wrist as you lean your forehead against his.

“Yeah, I’m ok. What does this mean?”

“It means I fucking slaughter that asshole and show him exactly how people respect me.”, Eddie grumble as tucked away his weapon.

“No, it doesn’t. That’s something impulsive Allen would do but not you.”

The gangster chuckled under his breath casually walking towards the officer, placing himself mere inches from him with a stoic expression but eyes filled with fury.

“That’s the second time today you, Steven, have insinuated I’m acting like my father and second person today to compare me to him. I am the boss of the Munson crew and I know how to handle my business. Now, go back to being the dirty cop and shut the fuck up.”

“I’m dirty because of you, babe. Everything I do is for you.”

“Wait…”, you begged as you step between them, each man prepared to duke it out here in your exam room. “Wait, don’t do this here. We can talk about it tonight in your loft.”

“We?”, Eddie sneered as he backed away. “You two can come over but the conversation will be the same. I know what I’m doing and neither of you have any say but especially you, little girl.”

“The head of a gang just threatened my life. I’m allowed to have an opinion on this.”

“Edward Munson, don’t do anything till we talk or I swear to God, I will arrest you and take you in myself.”

The gangster bit his bottom lip, huffing at he turned to leave.

“Well then bring your handcuffs, sweetheart, because you will need them.”

##############

Steve stayed with you the rest of the day and after you got off, drove with you to Eddie’s building. As soon as you both stepped in you could feel the energy buzzing around what happened.

“Hey Marcus. Please tell me he’s at least in his apartment.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Harrington, but he has had people coming and going.”

“Great. Thanks, bud.”

The man behind the desk smiles at you as you wave politely, your other hand firmly locked with the officer’s as he led you to the elevator.

“Is this normal? Have you ever seen him like this?”, you ask.

“Uh, yeah, but not at this scale.” As the door to the elevator closes, he sighs before turning to face you. “We meant what we said, Y/N, about not hurting you or anything like that but we both can get feisty when we’re heated. If anything makes you feel uncomfortable or you get scared just say that word we taught you, ok?”

The entire week you stayed with them after what happened with Andrew, you not only spent that time getting to know each other but they explained some rules they like to follow when it comes to “playing rough.” Steve told you that due to their line of work sometimes they liked to take out their stresses on each other which made you giggle at the time when his eyes playfully rolled back.

“We like to go all out, you know? Slapping, choking, degrading… of course, honey, you don’t have to do any of that.”

“I don’t mind you doing any of that. Just don’t like punch me or cut me.”

“Sweetheart, we aren’t into that kinda thing either. Trust me, we see it enough out there.”, Eddie teases as he points absently towards the window. “If you don’t like something we’re doing or you need us to stop just say ‘Red’, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, Munson. She has manners. I like that.”

“Yes, sir.”

The officer grins as he leans down to kiss your lips.

As soon as you enter Eddie’s apartment you’re stunned by the chaos around you. There were guns laid out in random sections of the living room with a gigantic map of Hawkins on the coffee table. Walking further in, you noticed pieces of glass shattered against the wall with liquid that smelled like bourbon surrounding it.

“Ed, this is a rash jump. Shouldn’t the retaliation be level with the offense? A war seems…extreme.”

“Alright, Gareth, what would be level for openly threatening me and the people I care about, hm? Kill more insignificant lackies? Steal some of his product? No. If this is what he wants then I’m going to give it to him.”

“Jesus, man. You sound like—” The gangster’s angry glare cut him off as he rose to his feet, relief panting his features when he noticed Steve. “You know we’d follow you anywhere but we…I really think you should reevaluate your strategy.”

Eddie ignores him as he holds his current glass of alcohol in his hand to his forehead as he continues to focus on the image in front of him. The officer pats Gareth shoulder comfortingly as he leaves and you exhale your nerves as you watch these two men you’ve grown fond of interact.

***

“I see you didn’t wait for me.”, Steve sighed with agitation.

“You’re right, I didn’t, but I haven’t made any definitive moves yet so you’re right on time to say your peace.”

“Eddie, I’m not playing around. If you start a gang war in the middle of Hawkins, I will arrest you and throw you in a cell myself. If you want to act like your dad then I can treat you like him.”

The long-haired man slammed his glass against the table and rose to his feet, striding angrily towards the officer before shoving him furiously in the chest.

“Last time you tried that, babe, we barely made it halfway down the street before you were fucking me and letting me go! You think now you can follow through? After everything we’ve been through? Now that you love me.”

Steve stepped forward shoving the man back with his broad chest.

“With no hesitation, honey. I’d be doing it because I love you. I’m not going to let you get innocent people and/or yourself killed! There are other ways we can do this, Eddie.”

“There’s no other way. I’m tired of his cocky, entitled attitude and I gave him plenty of leeway! His response was to hurt you, threaten me, and intimidate Y/N? No. I won’t have that disrespect!”

“Eddie, doing this won’t gain you that respect. If anything, you’ll lose more or all of it.”, you added trying to help.

“Oh, sweetheart, if anyone has less say in this, it’s you.”

“My life is now on the line to as well as those innocent people Steve mentioned. I see and heal them every day! You told me when we first met that you didn’t kill people you didn’t have to. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie glared into his boyfriend’s eyes as he reached for his phone and started dialing.

“Hey, Jeff. Yeah, get everything together and—”

Steve hand flew, knocking the device from the gangster’s hand as he tumbled to the side and caught himself on the couch.

“Jeff, it’s Steve. Ignore that order. As a matter of fact, all of you head home for the night, ok? Mr. Munson and I need to have a talk so he won’t be making anymore decisions tonight.”

With exception force, he threw the phone hard against the wall, not even flinching when it shattered. Both men stared each other down as the fury burned around them and you’d be lying if you said watching them angerly pant as their dominance oozed from them didn’t turn you on a bit.

Eddie lunged toward him and you watched in aw as both men began to fight each other. The officer got the upper hand, pinning him to the floor, and pressing his knee into his shoulder blades as he handcuffed his hands behind his back.

“Be careful, Steve! He’s still healing.”

Rolling him onto his back, he checked the gangster’s wound that was exposed due his shirtless physique that had Steve not just checking his side but his entire upper body.

“Why are you acting so impulsively? This isn’t like you.”

“Well, this feels familiar. You sizing me up while I’m on my back, handcuffed. I’m starting to think the reason you restrain me is because you can’t control me without it. Just like how you think threatening to take me in will get me to submit to what you want.”

Keeping both knees straddling his waist, Steve’s palms caressed his stomach around to his back, his eyes never leaving his boyfriend’s as he removed the cuffs accepting the challenge.

“I can control you just fine without restraints. Now… are you done with your tantrum, little boy, or should we keep going?”

The condescension in his partner’s voice infuriated the gangster as he smacked him in the face and tried to throw him off him. This just spurred Steve on more as he grabbed the man’s wrists and held them to the floor.

“Honey, can you help me?”

Nodding, you scurried his way and when his eyes gestured towards his belt, you immediately unbuckled it, even going the extra step of pulling out his cock for him.

“Thank you, pretty girl.”, he coos, tilting his head towards you so you could kiss his lips as Eddie struggled beneath him. “See? She’s a good girl.”

“She IS a good girl. That’s why I’m doing this; to protect her.”

“Don’t. Don’t say you’re doing this for us, Eddie, because we don’t want you to do this.”

The gangster’s jaw clenched at your words causing Steve to sigh in frustration as he leaned down till the tip of his cock was resting on his lips.

“Open.” When his partner remained still, the pretty boy rolled his eyes, shuffling the man’s hands into one of his own so he could free his other to reach behind him and place it on the massive bulge in his slacks. “OPEN.”

Eddie’s eyes fluttered as Steve continued to massage him and without prompting you slide towards the gangster’s waist and unbuckled his pants as well.

“All the way off, baby. He needs to be exposed and vulnerable because that seems to be what he’s into now a days. Right, little boy? That’s what this move you’re planning will do.”

When Eddie moaned, Steve turned to see just as you were running your tongue down the veins of the man’s length.

“She’s a lot nicer than I am because I assure you I’m not going to be that gentle. Now…OPEN.”, he growled.

He tried to remain steadfast but when your lips enveloped him, Eddie couldn’t help but groan allowing Steve to slide into his awaiting mouth. Releasing him from his hold, the officer balanced his hands above his boyfriend’s head as he thrust into him as you lightly mewled at the feeling of Eddie’s palms petting your hair.

“Fuck. That’s it. Keep that sassy fucking mouth open for me.”

Coming around to their front, you help Steve remove his shirt before leaning down beside Eddie’s forehead to tenderly move his hair away from his face. Even though they were upset, both men sighed at the action. You were a nice contrast to their rough lifestyle, not just when you played but in their relationship as well.

“Eddie, please, there’s another way we can do this without people getting hurt.”

Wrapping his arms around his waist, the gangster flipped the officer over and you slid back a bit to allow them to wrestle. You noticed immediately that a lot of Eddie’s fight had decreased especially when Steve’s back hit the wall as he circled his legs around him, locking the long-haired boy in a position that had him thrown over his lap on his stomach with his ass exposed.

Gripping his wrists again in one hand, the other free one came down hard on his behind making Eddie groan.

“She’s talking to you and she’s right, Ed.” Squirming against his hold, Steve’s hand came down again. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?!”

“FUCK YOU!”

His deep, authoritative voice startled you but not his partner as his palm came down once more before sucking on two of his fingers and sliding them into his entrance.

“Are you trying to prove something? Everyone already knows you’re a badass to be feared if needed.” Eddie moaned as Steve’s fingers tapped that spot inside of him that drove him crazy. “You keep saying it’s a respect thing but I don’t believe you. People respect you except that fucking, preppy moron but that’s one man. We don’t need to kill a bunch of people to prove a point to him.”

Steve spanked him again as he mused.

“Is it me?”, you asked in a small voice that makes Eddie’s head hang as his hair blocks his face. “Is it because of what we talked about…about how I’m another vulnerability?”

“I won’t allow anyone to fucking hurt you.”, he grumbled as his eyes shot up to meet yours. “Anyone.”

With incredible force, Steve pushed him off his lap and rose to his feet, pulling up his pants, and collecting you in his arms before carrying you up the stairs to the bedroom.

“Grab anything you may need, honey. We’re going to my place.”

“You have a place?”

“Yeah. Can’t really have it on record that I live with a gangster.”, he chuckles, his face hardening as Eddie enters the room. “You promised me that you wouldn’t let your feelings for me affect what you did out there. We agreed that extended to her when we decided to bring her into our world. If you really want to fucking burn down Hawkins to show the city that we are yours then we’ll remove ourselves from the fucking equation. Oh, and she’s not a vulnerability. Personally, I think she’s one of our strengths. One of the few fucking positive things about us and in our lives.”

“Why do you think I’m trying to protect her?!”

“EXCUSE ME! But haven’t I protected you two?!”, you angrily spit towards Eddie. “You I’ve saved twice, remember? I don’t NEED you to protect me. I can protect myself just fine. I like knowing I have you two there for me though. I…I make myself vulnerable FOR you. That doesn’t mean I’m weak. I’m not afraid of Jason Carver. If anything, I’m more afraid of you right now and what you might do.”

Eddie let out a heavy sigh as his palm flew up to his chest. Taking a hold of your hand, Steve led you past the brokenhearted gangster and out the front door.

##############

Grinning softly, you took in the new dwelling Steve had brought you to. It was a modest, brick interior, studio apartment on the fifth floor of a complex that had a good view of the city. The walls were pretty much bare except for the couple of pictures of sports cars and near his bed his certificate of graduation from the police academy. In the corner, he had set up a little gym area with weights and a treadmill with the same fantasy book off to the side that you remembered on Eddie’s nightstand.

When you flashed it to him questioningly, he smiled.

“Eddie loves that crap. Whenever he babbles about it, I at least want to know what he’s talking about.”

On his nightstand, he placed his badge and gun right beside the medication you prescribed him making you beam when you see he had been following your instructions. Beside his lamp and phone charger was a framed photo of him and Eddie different from the one the gangster had. In his photo, Eddie was on a kitchen counter somewhere with his legs reaching to wrap around Steve’s waist as his ringed fingers tugged at the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. Their lips were inches apart, noses just barely touching as Steve smirked down at him.

“We need to get a picture of you so we both can have one.”

“Does it worry you? Like if you invite a friend over who’s on the force and they see that?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m kind of an asshole. I don’t have many friends.”, he laughs breathily as he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a seat beside you. “The friends I do have know about us. If I ever go somewhere work related or with any of the other officers I usually go to their places. And of course, I’m the only cop that goes to his place so…”

Your own fingers tenderly reach out to caress his cheek and run down his muscular back making him sigh as he closes his eyes.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah… I’m just…I’m just worried. I really don’t want him to this.”

“Would you genuinely take him in like you said?”

“I would. Which means I would most likely get arrested to.” Opening his eyes, he glances your way seeing the slight confusion as he continues. “If I just brought him, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d have to tell them how I knew it was him and then everything else but…at least he’d be safe. Unless they send him to the same place his dad is at…Fuck.”, he groans as he rubs his palms over his face.

“What would happen to me?”

His head abruptly turned at your question as he became more serious.

“Nothing, baby. I promise. You’d be safe. Eddie has people that would watch over you for us and of course anything else you may need they can get it.”

“I need you two.”, you cry as your head hangs. “I like you both so much… I don’t want to lose you.” Steve’s arm shot out to pull you to him so he could hold you tightly to his chest. “God, what is wrong with me? I’ve never been this, I don’t know, clingy before.”

“We tend to have that effect on women.” He laughs and pretends to flinch when you pull away to lightly slap his arm. “Does it bother you? I mean do you like it?”

“I do. It scares me a little bit sometimes. Eddie says we’re his vulnerabilities but for me…being open like this…in that particular headspace… Most men are always intimidated by me when they first meet me and lately I struggled to get past that first date. My last relationship…didn’t end well…so I put all my energy into finishing my PhD and working.”

“I can understand that. I did the same thing after my last relationship. It’s part of the reason I had the balls to go after Eddie. I did so much reconnaissance and sleuthing that I thought I had enough to bring in the leader of a mafia gang. He, uh, wasn’t what I thought he would be.”

“Kind?”

“Goofy. He told me a dad joke that made me laugh. By the time we got near the station, I didn’t want to let him go. Over the past 10 months, I’ve learned how sweet, nerdy, and adorable he can be.”

“I learned the same thing about you.” Steve scrunched his nose as he laughed at you. “I did. You were a bit of a jerk and I thought you hated me.”

“I told you I’m a jerk!”, he grinned till you both calmed down and he tenderly petted your head. “No, baby, I didn’t hate you.”

A knock on the door had you both more alert as he placed his finger over his mouth in a shushing motion while he reached for his weapon. Rising to your feet in preparation, you watched as he slowly moved towards the sound, exhaling after looking through his peephole.

Lowering his weapon, he opens the door to a disgruntled Eddie who barges through and throws his leather jacket on the couch, his face instantly softening when he sees yours.

“Why are you crying? Is everything ok?”

You wipe your face as he hurries towards you, giving you a once over as you nod.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m ok. We were just talking about you…how much we care about you.”

“Why are you here, Munson? Don’t you have a massacre to dictate?”

Blinking, he readjusts himself so he can address you both.

“Steve, when you showed up at my door after Carver’s guys jumped you, it scared the hell out of me. You were in so much pain and…”, his voice cracks before clearing his throat as he continues. “I remember what it was like having the shit kicked out of me and the fact that someone had the balls to do that to someone I love; someone that’s mine. I saw red. When Jason showed up at her work threatening to do the same…Baby, I lost my fucking mind.”

“Clearly.”, Steve chided, sighing when you flashed him a stern look. “She’s not just yours, you know. It’s not solely on you to watch out for her. You don’t think when I saw him pressing up against her and calling her a whore I didn’t want to shoot that motherfucker then and there? You’re also mine, Eddie, and if I have to arrest you to keep you alive…”

“Are you still going to go through with it? Going after Jason?”, you ask, relief washing over you when he folds his arms and shakes his head.

“You both were right. There are other ways we can attack him without innocent people getting hurt.” The gangster’s beautiful chocolate hues glance towards you. “I’m sorry I scared you.” As your arms wrap around him, he exhales heavily into your hair as his fingers cling to you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s ok—”

“No, it’s not.”, he scolds himself as he tilts your head back to look at him. “Don’t you ever let either of us get away with bullshit like that. It’s one thing to dominate you. It’s another to frighten you. We don’t want to do that with you.”

“So, what I’m hearing, Edward Munson, is that you need to be punished.”, Steve teases causing the other man’s eyes to playfully narrow as he bows towards his boyfriend extending his arms on either side.

“I’m all yours, Officer.”

“Hm.”

Grinning, he steps forward, placing himself directly in front of him before forcefully turning him to face you as he pats him down.

“God this feels so vaguely familiar.”

“Because it’s been done so many times in the past?”

“Only by you, baby.”

Steve’s face hardens as he spanks the man in front of him as he leans over his shoulder to whisper in his ear.

“Stop talking. You’re in a lot of trouble.”

You watch with intense desire as his palm glides over the gangster’s pockets and reroutes around to the bulge in his slacks. Eddie groans as he licks his lips, his hips slightly grinding to find more friction.

“Too bad you were a bad little boy. We could have been sucking you cock right now or you could be sinking it into her tight, wet pussy. But no… you had to play big man in Hawkins, didn’t you?” When his boyfriend doesn’t answer, he spanks him again. “Didn’t you?”

“Ah, fuck. Yes.”

Abruptly grabbing his wrists, Steve handcuffs them behind Eddie’s back, guiding him towards his mattress, and tossing him stomach first onto his bed.

“Can you do me a favor, sweet girl?”

Stepping closer to him, you allow him to murmur instructions to you making you nod before lightly kissing his lips. After completely disrobing, you climb on to the bed in front of Eddie and per the officer’s instructions, open your legs wide for him to see.

“Fuck, angel. You’re so fucking beautiful.”, he compliments in a strained tone as the other man reached underneath him to remove the gangster pants and boxers.

“Yeah? You like my pussy, baby?” Scooting a bit closer to him, you bite your bottom lip and grin as he nods, tilting his head to kiss your inner thigh. As his kisses trail further up towards your legs, you push yourself back, denying him what he desperately wants. “Oh, I’m sorry. Officer Harrington said you weren’t allowed.”

Steve smirks over his shoulder as he listens to Eddie whine while hanging his head.

“No, hey, keep your eyes on her.”, he scolds, gripping his jaw and forcing his head up.

The long-haired boy groans as your fingers glide effortlessly through your folds, the sound of your wetness making him harder as he tries to relieve the pressure by rutting into the mattress. His boyfriend roughly loops his arms through his own, bringing his back to his chest as he guides his cock into his entrance.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.”

You had never really been privy to seeing them be sexually intimate and you never initiated any of that in the bedroom. You wanted them to feel comfortable especially since you were the newcomer to the relationship and dynamic. Seeing them now as Steve slammed his hips into Eddie’s, lifting and holding his upper half with his arms alone as the gangster practically drooled mewling his name; it was the sexist thing you had ever seen.

A small cry left your throat as you pushed two of your fingers into your needy hole.

“Aw, look what you’re doing to her, honey. She wants your mouth in her cunt so bad. I bet you do to, huh?”

“I-I—fuck—I’m sorry.”, he sighed exasperatingly.

“I’m sure you are.” Pulling out, he smacked his ass before bouncing on to the bed on his back and man handling his boyfriend till he was positioned over his cock. “You better ride my dick fucking hard.” Holding the base, both men moaned as he lowered himself on to his firm length and did what he commanded. “Mmm—fuck—come here, Y/N.”

After crawling over to him, he tugged your arm and shifted your body till you were sitting directly on his face.

“I got you, baby.”

Steve wasted no time, his fingers digging into your thighs as his thick, masterful tongue went to work. Eddie watched you both with glassy, lust filled eyes as he bounced and grinded on the man he loved. Leaning towards him, you couldn’t help but capture his lips and was surprised when the officer allowed it.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really am. Fuck, his cock feels so fucking good.”

“I forgive you, Eddie. I forgive you. YES! Steve, please. I need him.”

His hold around you tightened as he shook his head between your legs, his lips making obscene slurping sounds as he flicked his tongue against your clit at an overwhelming pace.

Panting, your body trembled as you came as his tongue continued with its assault, elongating your high. After a soft kiss to your thigh and a firm tap of your ass, you climbed off him, waiting for instruction. Sitting up, he grabbed Eddie’s cheeks and kissed him passionately making the gangster groan at the taste of you on his boyfriend’s mouth.

“I’m sorry, Steve. You know how I am sometimes.”

“Hot headed? Stubborn? A pain in my ass?” They both chuckled softly, the officer running his thumb along his lips. “We talk to each other right? Figure things out together.”

“Yeah, baby, we do.”

“ALL of us. That includes her now. She makes us stronger.”

“Yeah, she does.”, Eddie smiled as he glanced your way wishing he could touch you.

Giving him one final kiss, Steve leans back and pats his lower stomach.

“Come here, honey.” Taking his hand, you let him direct you till you were straddling him with the other man’s cock teasing your pussy lips. “You’ll have to slide back on him but he should be able to do the rest.”

Nodding your head, you reach behind you to hold his length as you guide him inside of you.

“Oh my fucking God.”, Eddie growls as you mewl at the stretch.

Steve’s large palms grip your hips as his boyfriend start’s bouncing and thrusting his own.

“Does that feel good, Y/N?”

“S-So good.”

“Shit. You’re both so fucking sexy That’s it. Just let go and take it like a good girl.”

Your breasts hang perfectly in front of his face and when his mouth attaches to your nipple, your pussy clenches around Eddie making him whimper as he picks up his pace.

“Please, Eddie. Make me cum.”

As he does his best to honor your request while restrained, Steve licks his thumb and massages your clit driving you crazy as you push up and lean against the gangster’s chest. You feel him grunt into your shoulder as he releases inside of you, you following as you moan his name into the ceiling. After lightly spanking you, you collapse to the side and watch as Eddie falls forward knowing the man he loves will be there as Steve cups his cheeks and thrusts roughly upwards chasing his own high.

“That’s it, Eddie, baby. Take it, take it, take it. That’s my good boy. Fuck.”

They both groan as the man underneath him thrusts his spend deep inside of him, his mouth falling open as he pants against his lips.

“I love you so much, Steven, fuck. I love you.”

As the gangster croons into his neck and they continue to whisper admiration for each other, you tip toe towards the officer’s set of keys and quietly reappear to free him. His palms promptly come to pet the boy’s head, kissing his forehead before playfully wrapping his arms around you and dragging you over Steve to place you between them.

A warm feeling washes over you as both men roll on to their side to nuzzle their noses against your cheeks as they hold you.

You aren’t sure when you fell asleep or for how long but the strong, delicious smell of pasta caused your eyes to flutter open. Eddie was still knocked out beside you but due to the small space you could see Steve with his bare back to you in sweats at the stove. One of his shirts had been placed by the bed and you smiled as you slid it on, shuffling towards him.

“Hey you. I’m making dinner if you’re hungry.” His grin grows when you nod, turning his attention back to his sizzling pan. Hopping up, on to the nearby stool by his counter, you notice a file with Jason’s name on it.

“May I?”

Glancing that way, he hesitates for only a moment before giving his approval.

The file itself was thick with photos and notes of Carver’s gang showing that the officer really did take his job seriously as you browsed through the details. Kind of like Eddie his father passed the reigns to his son Jason but unlike him, his father was still out and walking freely. He seemed to still have a bit of sway when it came to the clan itself but otherwise he trusted his son. He had been running things for a couple of years before Eddie took over and due to the change Steve noted a few things you found disturbing.

“Hey. Put that down and try this.” You smile as he holds a spoon to your lips and he beams with pride when make a tiny yum noise as he turns back around. “My mom was actually a pretty good cook. She taught me a thing or two.”

“Jesus Christ, it smells good in here.”, Eddie announced, grabbing a desk chair and sliding obnoxiously loud over to you two making you laugh. While tilting up to kiss you, he yanks the file from your grasp. “Bad Officer Harrington. Letting her snoop.”

“She’s not snooping. She asked and I said it was alright.”

“I’m glad you’re not going after him, Ed. There’s some things in there…”

“Yeah. Jason Carver is a prick. I’m surprised his dad lets him get away with half the shit he does but unless George Carver deems you worthy so to speak he doesn’t give a damn.”

Your head shot up as an idea hit you.

“Wait a second, Hawkins does a charity thing every year where the wealthy show up to throw money at causes to make them feel better about themselves.”

“Yeah, my parents go to that.”, Steve replied with a hint of sarcasm you didn’t miss.

“My dad was always invited but never went. He never felt the need to pretend to be a good man.”

“But that’s why I never went. I had heard that the head of the Carver’s attended.” They both continue to stare at you with confused eyes causing you to let out a frustrated sigh as you rise to your feet. “The sponsors of that party have funds for Hawkins medical funds but the bulk of it goes to that general hospital. I’m still always invited…if I wanted to mingle with the donors…make an impression… Come on, guys.”

“Honey, just say what’s on your mind.”

“I can go with Eddie and we can talk to Jason’s dad. Maybe somehow convince him to get his son to leave us alone.”

They exchange a look before the gangster finally speaks.

“Y/N, sweetheart, that means you’d have be seen with me and not just by the Carvers. My team, a few of our friends, and apparently Jason somehow knows about Steve but otherwise he’s hidden. If we go to this event with you on my arm, EVERYONE will know.”

“Including the police, baby. Which means you could have more eyes on you and pressure pushed when it comes to him.”

Your head hangs as you fiddle with your fingers.

“I would never turn you over or tell them anything. I swear…”

“No, honey.”, Steve quickly explains. “We aren’t worried about that. We just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Of course, we can protect you in that regard from getting into any kind of legal trouble.”

“Your family and friends will have something to say—”

“I don’t have much family and I work 24/7 so I don’t have time for friends. Honestly, the only thing I care about is that clinic, my patients, and you two.” The genuinely smile at that last bit making you blush. “I do. I care about you very much. It’s been a long time since I felt like I wasn’t just coasting through life. These past couple of weeks I’ve really enjoyed having someone to talk to, to hold me, even just hear someone tell me I’m fucking beautiful.”

Eddie gets to his feet and tenderly kisses your lips.

“You are beautiful, angel. Ok, I need to take you shopping so we can get you a new dress.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to.”, he grins. “We need to go over some rules and things if we are going to pull this off. “

“I can come to. Since my parents are attending, it wouldn’t be odd for me to be there and I can keep an eye on you two.”

“My knight in shining handcuffs and a holster gun.” Steve sticks out his tongue as Eddie giggles like a little kid. “Alright, princess, this won’t be the last time I ask but are you sure you want to do this?”

Your gaze shifts between them as a heavy sigh exits from your lungs.

“I’m sure.”

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aquaquadrant · 1 year

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How would htp!Tango go with the bit from Limited Life episode 4 when he's running from everyone?

How would it be different from the actual scene?

(not canon to HTP ofc because the timelines don’t match up but HEY i like angst)

"tango!" skizz calls desperately, peering out over the ocean. he could’ve sworn he’d heard tango’s voice when he came this way, but the range of amplification their voices get from the proximity mod can be a little tricky sometimes-

“skizz?”

tango’s voice crackles out of skizz’s communicator; he must be in range, after all. but skizz doesn’t relax just yet. crouching by the water’s edge, he scans the waves intently. his grip tightens around his axe.

"alright, where are you, dude?" he asks, voice low. he keeps the horizon in his periphery; he can just barely make out the horde of yellow names off on the distant shore, digging and searching for tango.

“r- right below you.” tango’s voice is shaky; probably from the adrenaline. being hunted by almost the entire server isn’t exactly a picnic. “where- is impulse with you? or- or etho?”

skizz shakes his head, even though he knows tango can’t see it. “no dude, they’re running interference, okay, but it won’t be long before the others see me over here.” he swallows. “you gotta let me kill you.”

there’s a brief silence.

“okay.” tango’s voice is barely audible. the tone of it gives skizz pause; that sounds like more than just nerves. “okay, o- okay, fine, i’m- i’m fine with that.”

“are you?” skizz asks, his brows furrowing.

“i…” there’s a shuddering exhale. “i don’t- i’d rather it be you, if- if i’m honest. the others, they might…” he breaks off, making a distressed sound in the back of his throat. “y- you know.”

there’s definitely something wrong. skizz’s heart is starting to pound, but he keeps his voice steady. “alright, yeah. this is gonna stick it to them so bad.” he lifts his communicator up and peers through its lens. “can you give me a quick tag, buddy?”

tango doesn’t reply, but skizz sees the flash of a gamer tag beneath the ocean before it vanishes again. tango’s not taking any chances, apparently. not that skizz can blame him.

“you’re pretty deep underwater, dude,” skizz informs him regretfully. “and i don’t- ugh, i don’t have my stupid shovel.”

tango inhales sharply. “i- i can’t- uh, can you…?”

“okay,” skizz murmurs. he knows tango won’t be harmed by water like a real blaze, but it’s uncomfortable even on the best of days and that’d be a lot to ask of him right now. “alright, i’ll come to you. stay put, okay?”

“okay,” tango whispers.

“there a hole for me, buddy?” skizz asks, putting his axe away.

“yes.”

“alright.” skizz straightens up, folding his wing tightly against his body. even one wing will cause a lot of drag underwater and he’s already not looking forward to soggy feathers. “i’m on my way, just hang on.”

taking a deep breath, skizz dives into the ocean.

salt stings his eyes as he swims towards the sand at the bottom. it’s darker down here than he’s expecting for midday, only the faint glow from his halo allowing him to see. he starts digging as soon as he reaches the bottom, hoping he’s in the right place. he’s acutely aware of how long he can hold his breath for and the last thing he needs is a stupid drowning death to steal even more time from him-

a figure enters his field of vision, making him jolt. it’s scott, his freshly yellow timer barely visible in the deep. still holding his breath, skizz equips his axe.

scott actually rolls his eyes. “i’m not gonna kill him, don’t worry.” his voice carries well underwater, and he doesn’t seem to have trouble breathing. must be due to those recently acquired gills of his.

well, that’s fortunate. skizz nods quickly and puts his axe away before resuming his digging. to his surprise, scott floats down next to him and starts helping, his webbed fingers making easy work of the sand. after a couple seconds, they’ve cleared enough sand for skizz to see a hold in the underlying stone, with a faint light beyond it. lungs burning, skizz dives for it.

he makes it through right as the first damage hits him, head breaking through the water with a gasp. kicking against the current, he finally emerges from the ocean. gravity once again takes hold of him. he flops onto the damp stone floor quite ungracefully, his wing heavy and pulling him slightly off-balance.

skizz hauls himself to his feet, dripping wet and catching his breath, and looks around the cave tango’s carved out for himself. it’s tiny, with just three blocks between them, and lit only by the glow of tango’s blaze rods. they’re redder than usual and roaring with flames, whirling above his head in agitation- the way a blaze spins before it starts shooting fireballs.

tango himself doesn’t seem to be doing any better. he’s crouched against a corner, his arms wrapped around his knees, claws digging into his skin. his pupils are blown, so much so that it almost makes his wide eyes look completely black. his chest is rising and falling rapidly, and the noise that comes with each breath sounds disturbingly like a blaze. his mouth hangs slightly parted as he pants, lips drawn back to show his sharp teeth- like a wolf does. but there’s no ferocity in his expression; just sick fear.

altogether, the sight sends a chill down skizz’s spine. it’s like he’s looking at an animal; a cornered, terrified, wild animal. there have been things in the past tango’s reacted strangely to, sure, but skizz has never seen it this bad before. god, he wishes impulse was here.

“hey, tango,” skizz says softly.

for a moment, tango just stares at skizz. then his eyes dart to the side, to the hole in the stone. belatedly, skizz realizes what’s got tango so concerned.

“scott,” he calls carefully, keeping his gaze on tango, “just uh, just stay out there, okay, dude?”

a dark shadow passes by the hole before vanishing. “you’re fine, just get on with it!”

skizz swallows. he stays where he is. “tango, buddy, you okay? talk to me.”

tango’s gaze cuts back to skizz. “is martyn…?”

“no, no martyn,” skizz assures him.

tango takes a shaky breath. “i killed him,” he says hoarsely. “he- he’ll want revenge. and- and the other yellows- you have to kill me, before they find me. skizz, please.”

“hey, hey, hey, it’s alright,” skizz soothes, despite the way his heart feels like it’s twisting itself into a knot. he never thought tango would fear the other players so badly; these are his friends. “you got it. what do you- uh, how do you want me to do it?”

“TNT?” tango asks quietly. “if you light it…”

“alright, yeah, i got some TNT,” skizz says, rummaging through his inventory and pulling out a block of it. “here, uh- you wanna just take that?”

warily, tango teaches a clawed hand out and takes the TNT. he sets it down right in front of him, flush against his folded knees.

“tango?” skizz prompts gently, pulling out his flint and steel. “i need to hear you say it, buddy.”

tango shudders. “do it,” he whispers, turning his face away. “you can kill me, you- i- i just want it to be over.”

“okay, thank you,” skizz murmurs, taking a cautious step forward. “that’s right, dude. after this, it’ll all be over. i’ll come find you at spawn, okay?”

“okay."

“i’ll see ya there. now, count to five for me?"

tango swallows. “one…”

skizz lights the TNT. the sound of sizzling fills the air as the TNT starts to flash.

"t- two..."

putting the flint and steel away, skizz turns and dives back through the hole, into the ocean. tango's voice still sounds from his communicator.

"three..."

kicking madly, skizz swims towards the surface, where scott is waiting.

"four-"

BOOM.

skizz breaks the surface, gasping for breath. he glances back down and sees a new crater at the bottom of the ocean, water and sand churning into a froth. treading water with one arm, he holds his communicator up and looks at the chat.

Tango blew up.

scott gives skizz a sidelong look. "i know how hard it is to let a teammate kill you," he says, his voice low, "but that seemed..."

"scott, buddy," skizz says tiredly, heading for the shore, "keep this between us, will ya?"

#limited life smp #traffic smp #life series smp #hels to pay au #HTP fic #also SORRY i know u asked abt the actual chase scene #but i had such a vivid mental image for his convo w skizz #btw skizz is an angel cuz i luv that headcanon #goes so well with demon impy #sheesh this got so long

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→ Chapter 3.5: When She Sees Me Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff Word Count: 1.8k+ Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Park Jimin is the man who's in love with her, and when their worlds collide in tragedy, he must decide if he is willing to put his old life aside to make a new one. Warnings: Jimin POV, Kissing, talks of sexual feelings (not exlipict), I love this man with my whole heart, just a boy in love, takes place at the end of chapter three of the main storyline, THAT scene, FLUFF, This was so much fun to write, to be in wolf Jimin's head... the dream. Disclaimer: While you don't have to read any of the series to understand what's going on, it won't make a ton of sense. I highly recommend reading this in conjunction with the original work, Trees That Wheep. A/N: On the first day of Christmas Lex gave to thee... Jimin's P-O-V. Thanks so much to everyone who participated in the poll I held. Hope this meets expectations despite her being on the shorter side. Happy holidays and stay safe.

|| Chapter 3 || Masterlist ||

“Yours must be very interesting.”

I shook my head, “Not really. Mostly the angsty ramblings of a teenager. Nothing more.”

I sounded convincing enough. I heard Jimin shuffling around but refused to look his way. Deciding that I was done for the night, I began closing and stacking the grimoires I had taken out. I will sort through them later. Glancing at the walls, I could not tell what time it was but knew it had to be close to sunset. I needed to get to my room soon.

Going to turn, strong arms found themselves resting on either side of my waist. Shocked, I turned my head to find Jimin standing directly behind me. His chest pressed against my shoulder as I turned to face him. He had never been so close to me before.

Jimin’s POV

Her chest felt soft against me, and I struggled to keep my nerve. Walking over here had been impulsive, my feet moving before I was able to think it over but having her between my arms made the potential embarrassment worth it. She looked so lovely in the candlelight and whatever she had been reading caused her shoulders to tense uncomfortably.

Her eyes were wide, confused, and could not find a point of my face to stop on. I could hear her heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings and her scent made me force a groan back. She was so sweet, like vanilla, with an almost bitter aftertaste. I would compare it to whiskey but that was too strong. Tobacco, cotton, and vanilla came to mind.

“Jimin?”

She was so gentle when she said my name. Caressing it as if it were a precious secret. I leaned into her, wanting to hear her heart beating closer still. Drunk off of her presence, I found myself talking.

“Can I tell you something?” I whispered, just as softly as she had said my name.

Our chests touched and I moved my hands behind her back. Wrapping around her, I forced my hands onto the table. I was itching to hold her tightly but I was afraid of what might happen. Placing one hand on top of the other, I felt myself trembling. We had never been so close, and only in my dreams did I think this possible. Bridd refused to look at me, her breathing as heavy as my own causing me great pleasure.

“Y/N,” I called to her, hoping she could hear all the ways I loved her within it. “Can I?”

Eyes locking, I had to grip my fingers to keep them on the table. I could smell the faintest trace of her arousal and it took all of my self-control to ignore it. She shivered against me and I knew she was feeling the same electricity that I was. I could hear her swallow, something I found oddly arousing, and she nodded.

Something was crossed tonight. The lines I had meticulously placed between us for years had come crumbling down ever since the day I came here with Hoseok. There was something about watching her walk around her home, her feet unable to stay still, while she worked that had struck me. Feeling her eyes on me, knowing that she wanted to watch me just as much as I wanted to watch her, unleashed this animal. The more primal part of my personality wanted to shout at Hoseok to leave us alone so I could take what was mine. The other side, the man, wished to sit and listen to her talk about the knives she loved to make, to ask her all of the questions I had been dying to have answered, and watch the way her eyes lit up. Realizing that we would never go back to a time before this, I decided to be upfront.

“I enjoy your company,” I had to tell her.

She nodded, dazed. Her eyes did not leave my own and she searched, ever the curious girl, for something. I had long ago stopped trying to figure her out. Instead, I hoped that she would tell me. I wanted her to want me to know her. With that in mind, I decided to destroy the walls between us.

“I like being close to you. Is that alright?”

“Yes,” She replied breathlessly, needily.

I leaned into her, drawing closer. Her eyes were hooded, heavy, and the lust within them brought me to my knees. She wanted me so badly, the smell of it clinging to the air adding another layer to her familiar smell. It reminded me of sea salt. I swallowed thickly and leaned in closer. Not tonight, I told myself, the grip on my left hand painful now. I could wait for that. I had been waiting for her for so long.

“Do you want me to stop?” I whispered, so close to her lips that I could feel the ghost of them against mine.

I felt her hesitate. This was nothing new. Bridd had always kept her emotions for me on a tightly controlled leash. It had bothered me for a long time until I realized that she might have thought them foolish. I had never announced myself or made an effort to get closer to her. My own fears made me weak, but to have denied her this made me feel half a man. How could I have ever taken this choice from her? From us? Foolish.

“No,” She said, her eyes already closing.

It would take less than a second of a second to lean forward. Such a small, inconsequential gap in time. A blink and it was gone. Nothing. However, as I leaned in I knew this small space would be burned into my mind. The anticipation, the way my heart sang and my hands trembled. Our lips brushed and my knees went numb.

Kissing her was unlike anything I had ever experienced. She was so soft, so warm, and frail beneath me as I struggled to keep myself at her eye level. Bridd sighed, her hands finding home on my chest, and I could no longer keep myself off of her. Wrapping her in an embrace, I wanted to cry from joy. Everything that I had ever wanted, wondered, and fantasized paled in comparison. None of it did this moment justice. With her hands twitching against me, her lips chapped, mouth dry, and breathing into my mouth each time we pulled away, I was certain I had never done something so right in my whole life.

She finally started pulling away, and I opened my eyes to watch her. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were glazed and not even half way opened. Staring at her, the candle light making the beads on her top shine prettily, all I could imagine to say was that I loved her. Instead, I bent over even more and nuzzled my nose into her hairline.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, already thinking about kissing her again.

She, again, nodded, before leaning into me once more. Tiptoeing to reach my face, hands traveling from my chest to my shoulders, her eyes closing. Cupping her face, so small and delicate beneath my hands, I pulled her to my eagerly waiting lips. She grinned against me as I tangled my fingers in her hair.

Suddenly, I felt her tongue licking at my lower lip and the delicate balance I had been desperately trying to keep since I approached her tipped. With a strangled groan, I opened my mouth to hers and slid a hand from her hair to her hips. Sucking her tongue, I picked her up off of the floor and lifted her onto the desk she had been occupied with all night. I did not even think before my leg was forcing hers apart and making space for the rest of me.

Her hands gripped my shirt tightly and I wished she would go back to twitching against my chest. She felt more solid there, more real. Her mouth was wet and hot as we kissed, her tongue hesitant and shy while I knew I was being more aggressive than she was used to. Thoughts of her kissing another made me uncomfortable, so I kissed her even harsher to remove whatever they may have left behind.

Then she was shoving me away, ripping her lips from mine as she struggled to catch her breath. I took a few steps back, unsure what the problem could be. One look at her, however, and I was sure. The change was coming.

“Go,” She choked, scrambling off of the desk.

A loud piercing scream called me to action. As much as I hated leaving her in moments like this, I knew it made her uncomfortable to have me around. Her comfort would always trump my own needs and wants- that I was sure. Running up the cellar steps, I threw open the little door and threw myself onto the living room floor. Closing the door, the tortured screams of my love were muffled.

My heart shattered as I listened to her, but I knew it would not last long. A few feet away, Taehyung slept soundly. I envied his ability to do that. Ever since I got here, I had found sleeping restless. With Bridd so close yet so far away it was impossible to relax.

A large, toothy grin overtook me. I would never sleep without her again. I would try my hardest to be sure of that. Her lips lingered on my own, tingling and swollen, and I never wanted the feeling to fade. I would make sure I always felt this way, every day, for the rest of our lives.

I could see it now, living here with her. We would cook dinner together, eat together, sleep together. For Yule we would put up a tree. For Litha I would tend her garden while she watched me from the window. We would have children, beautiful children that looked like her, and love them the way they deserved to be loved. My family would learn to live with my choices and my pack would always be my own, but I needed to be where my heart was.

As her screaming turned to throaty croaks, I was settled. I would put my heart on my sleeve. For her, I would beg. What should have been said the second my wolf threatened to rip apart anybody who stood between us in that cave. When I nursed her back to health as she lay half-alive in her bed afterward. All of the times I had seen her since. Every dream, nightmare, and fantasy in between.

Tonight, I would tell her that she was my mate. Tonight, we would never part again. Tonight, I would love her and hope she would let me. Tonight, and every night, I would fight to make her see that no one has ever loved another the way I love her.

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Reflection, part 2

A/n: feel free to send request if you want to see some particular scenes in this fic between different characters or if you want me to write some other stuff based on some prompts with Kaz💜

And one more thing. The timeline in this fic takes place after season 1 of SaB but Pekka didn't frame Kaz, Inej and Jesper for murder. Matthias is too good to stay in Hellgate so let's imagine that Kaz was in a good mood one day and helped Nina (from the book kanon) to get him out just as she asked him over and over again. Wylan is a part of the Crows as well but no one except for Kaz knows that he's Van Eck.

Fandom: Six of crows

Warnings: Kaz Brekker and everything that goes with him

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x ShadowSummoner!OC

Summary: wandering about Ketterdam leads Jess to an unexpected encounter.

Word count: 1,7k

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Tag list: @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy, @valkyrie05x

The small hotel, located in the business part of the town, looked quite decent. But not enough to convince Jess that Ketterdam could claim to be the fair capital of Kerch.

The journey by sea took several weeks and by the end of it Jess was literally sick of the sight of the water and the noise of waves. She was endlessly bored, but deep down she consoled herself that the calm routine on a ship was far better than being anywhere near the Fold. The farther away she stayed from it, the safer it was.

A few weeks spent in near silence, with the exception of a brief dialogue with the captain, allowed her to put her thoughts in order and fully comprehend what had happened. At night Jess saw her father in her dreams over and over again, and he was so much like his old self, the one who had affectionately stroked her hair and spoiled her with fascinating stories from the past, that it seemed wild to her that the same man could try to subdue Alina to take her power of Sun summoner and use it to destroy everything and everyone around.

The contrast was so great that it was still hard to believe. Jess remembered perfectly well that her father was capable of cruelty, and the scars left on her back as the terrifying reminder were itchy but he was her father, and she was trying to hold on to the good things that had once bound them together. Baghra would surely scold her for that and call her a weak foolish girl whose naivety would lead to a bad outcome, but hadn't Baghra herself stayed by Aleksander's side for centuries and supported him by going along with her motherly feelings?

Jess was well aware of her grandmother's combative nature. Baghra would have found a way to kill the Darkling long time ago if she really wanted to stop him. Perhaps she clung to the idea that time would change Aleksander and allow him to pacify his lust for power and his hatred of the royal dynasty, that used the powerful Grishas as toys for entertainment at fancy parties, and Jess could not blame Baghra for that blind hope for the best.

When she arrived in Ketterdam, the first few days fell entirely out of her mind as she rested and slept pretty much all the time. Dreams saved her from the severe anxiety that came in choking waves and filled every cell of her body. Along with it there were some destructive thoughts full of obsessive paranoia. The Darkling was the strongest Grisha she had ever known, and she could easily imagine the rage her father would feel when he learned of her runaway. She would never be safe as long as he lived, but now Jess had no one who could truly confirm the Darkling's death in the Fold. She wished she had a mass of useful spies in different parts of the world, like Baghra, but she clung to the tip about Nina.

Jess was a couple of years older than Nina, but their rooms were next to each other in the East part of the Little Palace. That was one of the first reasons for their friendship. The other was that their impulsive nature and desire to act out of spite caused them to be punished by their teachers more often than anyone else. They practiced together, spending time chatting and also helping each other during their studies, trying to get their powers under control. Jess joked that she volunteered to be a guinea pig for Nina when she slowed her heart or made it gallop when Nina tried to squeeze her lungs, depriving her of oxygen and instantly plunging Jess into a state of animal panic for her life.

They got along well, so well that they once trusted each other with their most intimate secrets. Technically, Jess was known as one of the servants in the Little Palace. Baghra insisted that the fact of her kinship with Aleksander should have remained in shadows because of the fear of possible future consequences. But the burden of that truth grew heavier and heavier as the years went on. Nina was her only friend and Jess found it increasingly difficult to lie to her about why she always disappeared in the evenings. So on her fifteenth birthday she told Nina about her ability to summon shadows. Putting two plus two together was easy as everyone knew that such a gift was only inherited through the Morozov's bloodline.

Nina appreciated the trust that had developed between them, so in return she opened up about the planned escape. Jess was well aware that her friend was opposed to the idea that Grishas should serve the Crown without complaint and unconditionally participate in someone else's war as part of the First Army. Nina was a hopeless romantic and a relentless adventurer. She wanted something more out of her life besides orders, fear, and endless fighting with creatures in the Fold.

Perhaps it would have been easier for the two of them to run away together, but Baghra kept saying that Jess lacked self-control and the Darkling would instantly send an entire group to find her. The moment was not suitable and with tears in her eyes she had to let Nina go alone, enduring her father's interrogations later, when the alien darkness surrounded her with a thick veil and hurt by touching bare skin. Even if her father guessed the truth, he could not learn it from Jess.

Now she wanted to think that the memory of their former friendship would help her connect with Nina, though she was worried that Nina's opinion of her might have changed over the years. She could believe that Jess had helped her father of her own will and not by the order with the threat of cruel punishment, because who really cared about such details? During the war your motives and sincere desires don't mean anything — it's your actions that matter. And that's how Jess soothed her conscience after another nightmare that threw up pictures of the horrible things Aleksander forced her to do.

Finding someone in an unfamiliar city was a new task for Jess, but she was always the one to learn quickly, so the good two hundred kruge left in the hotel receptionist's pocket helped to get the names of a couple of places where Heartrenders usually worked. After visiting these places, however, Jess was left with nothing. If Nina had ever worked there, it wasn't under her own name. So her next attempt was the town square. You can understand a lot about the people of any place if you listen to what they say.

So Jess lurched in the shadows, clinging to scraps of other people's conversations about debts, gangs, Dime Lions, brothels and tourists. The flow of information poured over her in an avalanche, made her get lost in the names and places. Everything began to blend into indecipherable white noise, and Jess stopped focusing so much on her self-control. The shadows instantly came alive, licking her fingers with a unbodied chill and becoming thicker under the visor of some fancy bakery. The anxiety began to override clear thoughts, and Jess shook herself off just in time to see two guys walking past her, making lively conversation.

The vaguely familiar "Nina insisted that this is where they sell the best pistachio ice cream" caught her attention, and she let her curiosity take over, following the pair in a decent distance. She hadn't been able to follow them all the way, however, as someone's hand suddenly tugged at her shoulder, pulling her sharply into an empty alleyway. Her shoulder joined painfully with cold bricks, and Jess felt both indignation and fright as she looked up to see some Suli girl, whose face was half concealed by a grey cloak. She looked so thin and frail at the first side that Jess was surprised that the girl held the blade so confidently at her throat. Not the first time, apparently.

— The city is drowning in corrupt politicians and dishonest merchants, but you guys still rob an ordinary tourist? — the silly joke flew off her tongue before her brain had time to assess the dangerous situation.

Suli's brown eyes narrowed but her grip on Jess' shoulder was still firm.

— You were too focused on my friends for a tourist. Jesper spotted you three blocks back.

— I honestly don't understand…

— Did Pekka send you? Is he so desperate that now he's recruiting some pretty faces from Ravka? Your accent is minimal but my hearing is too trained.

The stranger's face remained impenetrable, so blank that Jess immediately noticed the contrast with the anxiety that flashed in the girl's eyes. God, if Nina wasn't in Ketterdam and Jess had come all that exhausting way for nothing, just to die in an empty alley because of someone else's suspicions, then Aleksander had better be dead indeed so he would never learn of such an embarrassment.

— Look, I arrived in Ketterdam three days ago and I have no idea who Jesper, Pekka and who else are! I'm looking for an old friend, Nina Zenik, I heard a familiar name in the crowd and just followed, so you don't have to worry about your safety. Whatever problems you have with Pekka, I won't give you any trouble, — Jess felt much more confident, though Suli's skeptical look full of mockery made it clear that she doubted Jess' ability to hurt anyone. That's better.

— How do you know Nina?

The jubilation that gripped Jess could be compared to the first alcohol in life that hits instantly and intoxicates too fast. Or to the time when she'd managed to confront her father and her shadows had swallowed his whole. She didn't hide the relieved exhale and visibly relaxed, pulling the stranger's dagger away from her with a slight smile.

— We'd been neighbors once. I hadn't seen her in a few years but I hoped to get some help. It's a matter of life and death, literally, and if you agreed to take me to her, I'd owe you forever.

— You know, Jesper says the same thing when he tries to convince me to leave him with cards alone for another game, it's a surprise you haven't met each other yet.

Part 3

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The Queen & her Lady Ch.3

Summary: Tensions rise as the Dornish Princess discovers that King’s Landing is nothing like her home. She’s made friends and allies but she’s also made enemies. And yet the only thing the Princess cares about is where the Queen falls on that list.

A/N: Here it finally is. I apologize for the delay but working a full time job and being the head of my household leaves little time for writing. Please let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy.

A/N pt.2: The people who requested to be tagged. @fuckinglittlekitten @freshmoneyalmondathlete @swords-and-roses @watercolorskyy @chonisbestmistake

(y/n) had searched the places she knew Aemond liked to frequent to no avail. It wasn’t until she searched the sept that she found him. He had been avoiding (y/n) for several days following the incident with Vhagar.

(y/n) knew Aemond blamed himself for the small gash on her forearm. Her attempts to to sway him otherwise during dinners they shared with the Queen fell on deaf ears. (y/n) could not stand to see her friend so forlorn. She had to fix it.

“The Gods will give you no relief as you have not committed any sins,” (y/n) spoke.

Aemond startled then turned around. Once he realized it was (y/n) he lowered his gaze. “That is for the Gods to decide, not you.”

“I was the one injured was I not,” (y/n) countered.

“You were.” Aemond stood from the altar where he knelt but did not approach (y/n).

“Why do you insist on shouldering such needless blame? Vhagar did not harm me.” (y/n) closed the distance between herself and Aemond. “If anyone is to blame I would wager it is Ser Criston’s lack of grace,” (y/n) said with a small smile on her face.

Aemond found no humor in (y/n)’s words. “I was the one who brought you out there without consulting my mother. I should not have been so impulsive.”

(y/n) reached out to touch him but stopped herself and instead laced her own fingers together. She was not in the safety of the Keep’s library. Unfriendly eyes and ears filled every other space.

“You were being a good friend. You knew it was my dream to meet a dragon and you made it a reality. Aemond, I owe you a great deal. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alive than I did when my hand touched Vhagar’s skin.”

Aemond’s face flushed. “You are too kind Princess.”

“Princess? I thought we agreed our friendship had grown past that,” (y/n) replied, a frown growing across her face.

Aemond finally looked up and met (y/n)’s gaze. “What kind of friend puts your life in danger as I did?”

“The kind that knows I am not a fragile doll made of porcelain. The kind that views me as his equal...the kind of friend I thought you were,” (y/n) finished, a knot arising in her throat.

“I don’t view you as my equal,” Aemond replied.

Had she completely misread her friendship with Aemond? (y/n) had grown closer to Aemond than she ever had any other man before. Sometimes (y/n) wondered if this was the affection traditional girls felt towards boys. Regardless, (y/n) knew that her care for Aemond was as close to loving a man as she would ever get. So Aemond’s words cut her deeply.

Aemond closed the gap between them, their faces mere inches apart. It was improper but Aemond did not seem to care. His violet eye bored into (y/n)’s brown ones. “You are every bit my better. I have never met any one like you, (y/n).”

(y/n) softened. “Then please let go of your guilt, if not for your sake do it for mine. I cannot bear knowing I cause you such anguish.”

Aemond looked down and clenched his jaw. “I will try. For you, I will try.”

(y/n) scanned the room. She could not see anyone else there. So she reached out and held Aemond’s hands in her own. She gave them a light squeeze.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Blush spread across Aemond’s cheeks. (y/n) let out a small laugh at the sight of it. Aemond met (y/n)’s gaze.

“I thank the Gods your father let you come to King’s Landing.”

(y/n) nodded. “Me too. I miss my family dearly but your friendship has lessened the pain of being away from them.”

Aemond smiled. “Happy to be of service Princess.”

(y/n) let go of Aemond’s hands and swatted his arm. “Do not call me that.”

Aemond laughed. “You’re right. My apologies (y/n).”

(y/n) smiled. “That’s better.”

The Prince and the Princess walked out of the sept and headed towards the Keep’s library to pour over various texts as they so often did together. Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes had caught their tender exchange.

Talya entered the Queen’s apartments, unsure if she should tell the Queen what she had just learned. The Queen had such an affection for the foreign Princess, surely what had happened in the sept would be of no consequence.

But Talya knew better. She had shared the information with the white worm. It was only just that she do the same with the Queen. If not for the Queen’s sake, then for the Princess’. Gods knew what plans the white worm was hatching.

The Queen did not look up from the work in front of her.

“You had something to share with me,” the Queen asked.

Talya cleared her throat. “Yes your grace.”

“Out with it then,” the Queen commanded. She continued to search through the various documents in front of her.

“It concerns prince Aemond.”

The Queen looked up from her work but did not seem concerned.

“Aemond,” she questioned.

Talya nodded. “Yes, he and...the Princess from Dorne.”

At the mention of (y/n), the Queen pushed her work aside and stood.

“What happened to the Princess? Did Aemond take her back to that accursed creature?“

The Queen moved away from the table and approached Talya. The Queen’s face was riddled with worry.

Talya quickly soothed the Queen’s fear. “No your grace, it does not concern the Prince’s dragon.”

The Queen eyebrows knit together. “Then what happened that is of such importance?”

Talya swallowed hard. “A serving girl was passing by the sept and saw the two...in an improper state.”

“Speak plainly,” the Queen urged. Her mind raced with images of the Princess and her son in various unseemly situations.

“The Prince and Princess (y/n) were holding hands....their bodies were pressed against one another in an unbecoming fashion.”

Alicent’s throat went dry. She could not speak.

Princess (y/n)? With Aemond? Could they really have been so foolish?

Alicent sank down into a nearby seat. She stared at the fire that blazed in the room’s hearth.

“Who else knows,” she questioned.

Talya looked at the ground. “Just your grace, I, and the serving girl.”

Alicent nodded slowly. “Good. Keep it that way.”

Talya returned the nod. “Yes, your grace.”

Then she curtsied before taking her leave.

Alicent sat and stared at the fire. She sat there for what felt like hours. A dull ache sprouted in her chest, and it only grew in strength the more Alicent thought of what could have transpired between (y/n) and Aemond in the sept.

This was her fault, Alicent thought. She had revealed the truth to Aemond and not stopped his plans to woo the Princess. Alicent had been too careless and not enforced the Princess’ duties as her lady in waiting. She had let the Princess have too much freedom. She had not protected the Princess from her Dornish sensibilities. She had failed (y/n).

The ache transformed into a gnawing and suffocating feeling in Alicent’s throat. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, and her heart throbbed with a stabbing pain.

It was not just that she had failed (y/n). There was something more, something deeper that Alicent could not voice. Something she would not voice. A nature unfitting a woman of the faith that Alicent had long sealed away deep inside herself.

But there it was, clawing its way out and shouting for Alicent to recognize it.

Alicent closed her eyes and took a long breath, desperately trying to calm herself.

Unfortunately for her, Princess (y/n) burst into the room.

“Your grace, come see the scorpion my father sent for Princess Helaena,” (y/n) beamed.

Ser Criston trailed behind the Princess. “Apologies your grace, Princess (y/n) rushed inside before I could stop her.”

Alicent waved Ser Criston off but did not open her eyes. “It’s fine Ser Criston.”

Criston nodded and left the Queen alone with the Princess.

Alicent balled her fists and squeezed her eyes shut. She could not voice her discontent with the Princess while these feelings raged inside her. She had to compose herself...she had to be regal.

(y/n) stepped closer. She could see something was upsetting the Queen.

“Your grace, is everything alright?”

The Queen did not reply. So (y/n) closed the gap between them and reached for the Queen’s balled fist.

“Are you unwell? Should I call for the maesters?”

Alicent steeled herself. She exhaled and opened her eyes. She did not look at (y/n).

“I’m alright Princess,” Alicent replied and pulled her hand away from (y/n).

(y/n) furrowed her brows. “Are you sure? You seem...”

“I said I’m fine,” Alicent snapped.

(y/n) flinched.

Alicent noticed. Guilt arose inside her but she could not let it overtake her. She had to fix things. She could not let the Princess disgrace herself.

“You were with Aemond earlier today, were you not?”

(y/n) nodded. “Yes, I found him in the sept.”

“Alone,” the Queen asked.

(y/n) nodded again. “Yes.”

The Queen stood from her chair and crossed the room, putting considerable distance between herself and the Princess.

“And you? Did you have a guard or other lady by your side?” Alicent turned her back to the Princess, she stared out the nearby window.

“No, your grace. I was alone,” (y/n) replied. Unease settled in her stomach. She had upset the Queen, somehow.

“Do you see a problem with that, Princess?” Alicent turned back around to face (y/n). “Do you not see how someone passing by might think something untoward was going on?”

(y/n) clasped her hands behind her back, squeezing them hard. She could have sworn no one else was there....how could the Queen know?

“I do, your grace,” (y/n) replied and lowered her gaze.

“Is that all you have to say,” the Queen reprimanded.

The tears pooled in the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall. Alicent turned her back on the Princess once more. She would not let (y/n) see her in such a state.

(y/n) winced. She was not in Dorne. She knew she was not in Dorne...but she had not done anything improper. She had merely spoken to Aemond, and they had been alone plenty of times in the library without such a reaction from the Queen.

“Aemond and I only spoke. We have always studied alone I did not see the need for a chaperone,” (y/n) stated.

“Aemond?” The Queen scoffed, jealousy bubbling within her at the sound of (y/n) speaking her son’s name without his title as propriety demanded.

“Prince Aemond, I-...I apologize your grace. The Prince and I agreed to forgo our titles when in each other’s company,” (y/n) explained as she shifted uncomfortably.

It felt wrong, somehow. It felt like a betrayal almost to tell the Queen. Forgoing titles implied a certain level of intimacy.

“It is this...closeness between you and Aemond that concerns me. You are not a girl of ten, Princess. You should know better. The gossips of court have eyes and ears everywhere and you know those ladies do not hold you in any kind of esteem as to keep your secrets,” Alicent scolded.

Indignation rose in (y/n)’s chest. Whoever had informed the Queen of what happened must have lied. She had done nothing worth the Queen’s anger.

“I did nothing improper. I did not kiss the Prince. I merely spoke with him. I only spoke with him in the privacy of the sept because he was riddled with guilt over the injury your so called knight inflicted upon me. He had been avoiding me for days and I could not take it anymore,” (y/n) rambled. She needed to make the Queen understand.

(y/n) stepped towards the Queen. “Prince Aemond is my closest ally in King’s Landing he has done nothing but support me and help me. He- .”

Alicent whirled on the Princess, jealousy flaring inside her. “He is your closest ally? He the only one who has supported you? He the only one who has helped you?”

Tears now welled in (y/n)’s eyes. She reached out for the Queen. “No your grace that’s not what I-”

Alicent stepped away from (y/n). “I have done nothing but help you Princess. I have excused you from all but few of your duties as my lady in waiting. I have worked tirelessly to help you better yourself as a woman of noble birth. I have allowed you to spend hours in the library reading Gods know what because it brings a smile to your face and your happiness is all I-...” Alicent stopped herself. She swallowed hard at the sound of her confession and turned away.

(y/n) held her breath, her stomach turned and twisted inside her. She waited for the Queen to continue.

To her great dismay, the Queen did not say anything more.

(y/n) shut her eyes and wiped away the tears that had fallen. Then she took a deep breath and calmed herself. “I am truly sorry your grace. I meant no offense. Prince Aemond and I only spoke, but you are right. I know things are different here. I need to be more careful as the Prince is not my family nor is he my husband. I will be more cautious. Thank you for your concern, your grace.” (y/n) turned and walked towards the door.

Alicent heard the Princess’ footsteps and turned around.

“Wait,” she called out.

The Princess stopped but she did not look back at the Queen. She could not.

“I only wish to protect you, (y/n),” the Queen professed.

(y/n) sighed. She knew the Queen had purposely not used her title. She knew that was the Queen’s way of apologizing for scolding her, calling upon their fragile intimacy. “I know, your grace.”

Then she walked out of the Queen’s apartments. (y/n) did not stop until she reached her chambers.

She went to the wall opposite the door and placed her forehead against the cool stone. Her whole body burned with mixed feelings. She was a storm of anger, desire, and guilt.

The Queen only sought to protect her. (y/n) had heard the Queen herself say so....So why did the Queen admitting that she cared to bring a smile to (y/n)’s face plague her so? She could not put the Queen’s words out of her mind.

It meant nothing, (y/n) told herself. She did not mean....The Queen would never mean...as much as (y/n) desired for the Queen to feel the same as she did (y/n) knew it was folly. She pressed her mouth to the stone wall and screamed. The muffled shouts expelled the pain inside (y/n).

Prince Aemond always knew where to find Princess (y/n). She was a creature of habit, he had realized. Princess (y/n) liked to be in the library in the mornings and just after breaking her fast. In the hours where the sun was at it’s hottest (y/n) liked to be in the Godswood. Many a day had Aemond spent watching (y/n) lay on the grass underneath the weirwood tree, her tanned skinned glimmering in the sun’s light. After dinner (y/n) liked to be in her chambers, writing to her family in Dorne or practicing some duty with the Queen.

So Aemond knew exactly where (y/n) would be as he lead the dragon keepers who carried with them a dragon egg in its fiery chest.

“(y/n),” Aemond called out as he reached the edge of the Godswood.

(y/n) sat up and rested on her elbows. She smiled when she noticed it was Aemond.

(y/n)’s smile always made Aemond’s heart race. (y/n) smiled so easily, it made Aemond want to smile more often as well.

Aemond walked up to where Princess (y/n) sat. (y/n) stood up as Aemond approached. Then she noticed the dragon keepers and the dragon egg chest they carried. She knit her brows together.

“What is this,” she asked.

Aemond smiled. “Since mother forbade me from ever bringing you near a dragon again, I thought I could bring a bit of dragon to you. I know you and Helaena like to study objects together. I thought you might enjoy studying a real dragon egg.”

Joy washed over (y/n). She reached out and wrapped her arms around the Prince. “Thank you. I cannot express how happy this makes me Aemond,” she whispered.

Desire blazed inside Aemond. He wrapped his arms around the Princess’ waist. He knew this hug was improper, but he did not care. The Princess’ scent was intoxicating and he wanted it burned into his memory.

(y/n)’s exchange with the Queen came to the forefront of her mind. (y/n) pulled away from Aemond and she stepped a few paces away from him. She cleared her throat.

“My apologies, I forgot myself,” she said and looked away from the Prince.

Blush spread across Aemond’s cheeks. He nodded. “No need for an apology. I forgot myself as well.” Aemond turned and took the lid off the egg’s chest. “It’s a bit hot but if you can stand it you can hold it.”

(y/n) approached the egg and picked it up. It was hot, but (y/n) would bear it as she did not know if she would ever have the pleasure of holding such a thing ever again.

When the heat was too much she handed the egg to the dragon keepers. Then she turned to Aemond.

“We should go to Princess Helaena’s apartments. I know she will have plenty of information to tell me about the nature of the egg.”

Aemond let out a laugh. “I’m sure she will. Let us go at once.”

They left the Godswood with the dragon keepers and egg in tow. From across the way young Lady Ambrose smirked then hurried the way she had come. She would have to tell all her friends the scandal she had just witnessed.

It worried Alicent, the way the ladies of her needlework circle giggled amongst themselves. She knew something was afoot but she did not know what. She did not like not knowing. Alicent had eyes in different places for this very reason.

“Mother,” Helaena called.

Alicent pulled herself from her thoughts and turned to her daughter. “Yes dear?”

“Can you believe Princess (y/n) held a dragon egg for three minutes with her bare hands?” Helaena put her hand on top of (y/n)’s. “Is she not brave?”

Giggles spread amongst the ladies once more. Princess (y/n) blushed and did not meet the Queen’s gaze.

Were they laughing at (y/n)? Alicent wondered.

“She is very brave indeed,” Alicent replied mindlessly.

What cause do they have for mocking (y/n) now?

Helaena continued to tell Alicent various things about the nature of dragon eggs. (y/n) was unusually quiet the whole time.

(y/n) is never that quiet, Alicent thought.

After needlework, Alicent called Talya into her sitting chambers.

Alicent perched upon the seat closest to the fire. Dread had taken hold of her since realizing something happened that she was not aware of, and more so that it concerned (y/n).

Talya entered and greeted the Queen. Alicent called Talya closer. Talya did so.

“Is there something you are not telling me Talya?”

Talya looked away.

Unease rose inside of Alicent. She frowned.

“Talya, your Queen commands you to inform her of all that happens in the Keep. Is there something you are not telling me?”

Talya nodded.

“Why,” Alicent questioned.

“It concerns Princess (y/n). The last time I brought news of her it upset your grace. I did not wish to cause you distress,” Talya replied.

Alicent shut her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “What has the Princess done now?”

Talya sighed. “I cannot speak to the truth in it your grace...but there is a rumor going around the ladies of court that the Princess is with the Prince’s child.”

Alicent sprung out of her seat. “What? Why would they say such a thing?”

It cannot be true, Alicent thought. (y/n) would not be so foolish, not after she had scolded her. Right?

“They were seen in the Godswood together. Prince Aemond had brought a dragon egg with him. The Princess and the Prince embraced one another before Princess (y/n) held the egg in her hands. That seems to be the origin for such claims,” Talya continued.

“Dragon egg,” Alicent replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Helaena and (y/n) had spoken about a dragon egg....but (y/n) could not possibly have disgraced herself in such a manner.

Alicent dismissed Talya. Talya curtsied then left the Queen’s chambers.

She sat down in front of the fire and stared into the dancing flames. She felt herself go numb.

Alicent knew she had to confront (y/n). She needed to know if there was any truth to the gossip.

But she could not will herself to stand and go to (y/n)’s chambers. She could not bear the thought of questioning (y/n)’s virtue.

Alicent knew that (y/n)’s answer would be irrelevant. If the rumor was true, Alicent wasn’t sure her heart could take it. If the rumor was a lie, Princess (y/n) would have to return to Sunspear. Alicent would not let the Princess’ reckless ways hurt her family’s reputation. She would find a way to convince Viserys it was the wisest course of action.

But Alicent did not want to send the Princess away. She wanted the Princess close.

Alicent buried her face in her hands and let out small cries.

Alicent calmly walked to (y/n)’s chambers. She asked Criston to stand guard at (y/n)’s door and not let anyone linger nearby. The Queen wanted privacy.

She knocked on the Princess’ door.

“Come in,” the Princess called out.

Alicent took a deep breath before she opened the door and walked inside.

“Your grace,” (y/n) said as she stood. “I was not expecting you.”

In truth the hour had grown late. It was nearly the hour of the bat and Princess (y/n) had changed into her night gown.

Alicent did not let her gaze linger but she took note of the way the gown was tailored to hug the Princess’ curves. (y/n)’s nightgown was a pale yellow with little adornment. It was simple but it only enhanced (y/n)’s natural beauty.

Suddenly feeling under dressed (y/n) reached for the nearby robe to cover herself with.

Alicent cleared her throat to brush away thoughts of the Princess’ nightgown.

“Yes, I know the hour is late but I needed to speak with you.”

(y/n) gestured to the table and chairs by her window. “Please sit.”

Alicent shook her head. “It is best if I don’t.”

Worry racked (y/n). She frowned. “Have I upset you again your grace?”

Alicent looked at the ceiling of (y/n)’s chamber. She could not bring herself to speak. But she needed to know. She did not want to know. She had no desire to. But she had to know. She had to protect her family....and if the rumor was true she had to protect (y/n). So she dug her fingernails into her palms and closed her eyes.

“There is a rumor running rampant in court,” Alicent began, each word burning her throat as she spoke them.

A foreboding feeling seeped into (y/n)’s bones. The air was stale around them. The Queen would not meet her gaze.

“A rumor,” (y/n) asked, her voice thick with dread.

Alicent opened her eyes and looked at (y/n). She owed the Princess the dignity of looking her in the eyes.

“Yes, a rumor that you and Prince Aemond have engaged in....,” the words were stuck in Alicent’s throat, unwilling to come out. “Did you and Aemond...” Alicent sighed. She looked away from the Princess. She could not go through with it.

Embarrassment washed over (y/n). She felt her face grow hot. She did not need the Queen to finish. She knew what the Queen had meant.

“You really need to ask?”

“Apparently I do,” Alicent replied. She still could not meet the Princess’ piercing gaze.

Embarrassment turned to indignation.

“Did you question Aemond? Or did you come straight to question me because your virtuous son could not possibly do something so unbecoming,” (y/n) probed.

Alicent scoffed and met (y/n)’s gaze. “Aemond is not the one I lectured on propriety a mere day before the incident that incited such a rumor took place.”

(y/n) stepped closer to the Queen. “And you think me capable of such an act? That I would sully myself in such a manner when I am the sole representative of my house in King’s Landing?”

Why was (y/n) avoiding the initial question? It worried Alicent that (y/n) had taken umbrage to the very question of her virtue. The echos of a different princess becoming upset with Alicent over the same issue fluttered in her mind.

“You Dornish do have queer customs, do you not?”

The words left her mouth before she had the chance to stop herself. Alicent swallowed hard.

Nothing could have prepared (y/n) for the overwhelming pain in her chest. The Queen really thought so little of her?

Tears fell down the sides of (y/n)’s face. She turned away from the Queen and rushed to grab a nearby rag to wipe her face. She would not cry in front of the Queen again.

Guilt consumed Alicent the very moment the first tear fell from (y/n)’s face. She turned away. She had surely offended the Princess. She had surely ruined everything.

“My friendship with Prince Aemond has never strayed past chaste affection and admiration. My maidenhead is intact your grace. Thank you for your concern,” (y/n) declared.

Alicent felt a chill go down her spine. The warmth in the Princess’ voice was gone. It was replaced by cutting indifference. She faced the Princess but the Princess still had her back to Alicent.

“Princess you must understand. I had to know for certain. If the rumor were true I would have-”

(y/n) turned around and cut the Queen off.

“What would you have done? Would you have cast me out? Send me to Sunspear in disgrace? Or would you force me to birth a bastard?”

(y/n) eyes flared with an anger Alicent had never seen in the Princess. Alicent stepped closer. She needed to fix things.

“I would have the high septon marry you to Aemond before the night’s end so that the child would not be a bastard.”

“I would never agree to wed Aemond,” (y/n) countered.

Alicent frowned. “You said you cared for him.”

“I have vowed to never marry. I told you as much.” (y/n) wrapped her arms around herself.

“You would risk bringing ruin to your name, to your house, over a young girl’s foolish vow?” Alicent furrowed her brows.

“It is not a foolish vow. Besides, my family and my people do not harbor the same hatred for bastards as yours does. As you have said, we have queer customs.”

Alicent scoffed but (y/n)’s words felt like a slap to her face. “You would rob me of my grandchild?”

“You would claim a bastard as your grandchild?,” (y/n) retorted.

Alicent closed her eyes, the Princess sought to vex her and Alicent would not give the satisfaction.

“This discussion is foolish. The rumor is false. You do not carry any grandchild of mine. Swear to me that I will not hear word of another rumor of you and the Prince. If I do I’m afraid I’ll have to send you back to Sunspear for your own good.”

Rage arose anew in (y/n). “That’s it? You come into my chambers, accuse me of being your son’s whore, then threaten to send me home if the gossips at court choose to spread lies of me? Not even an apology?”

Alicent threw her hands up in frustration. “What would you have me say Princess? Anyone else would have sent you home the very first time you allowed yourself to be caught in such a scandal. As your friend I have been more than understanding.”

“My friend?” (Y/n) clutched the rag tight in her hands. “You are no friend of mine, your grace.”

Alicent’s heart sank. “Princess…”

“You need not wait for another rumor. I wish to return to Dorne,” (y/n) declared as she stepped away from the Queen.

Fresh tears stained the sides of Alicent’s face. “I will not send you.”

“So you threaten to send me away because of gossip but refuse to when I ask it of you?” (y/n) looked at the Queen. She cursed the day she had ever agreed to be her lady in waiting.

The Queen reached out to (y/n) once more.

This time (y/n) did not step away. Alicent gripped the Princess’ hand as a sinner cleaves to salvation.

“I was only doing my duty, (y/n) you must understand,” Alicent pleaded.

(y/n) let out a humorless laugh and tore her hand free from the Queen’s grasp. “So you may forgo my title in the name of friendship but when Aemond and I do I’m whoring myself out to him?”

Alicent looked at the ground. “I am truly sorry Princess. I should not have assumed the worst in you. Whatever offense I have wrought I will atone for just please...do not leave me.”

(y/n) walked to the other side of the room. Suddenly it was too small, too suffocating. “It is not the accusations or the offense that compels me to seek my home.”

Alicent looked up at the Princess and furrowed her brows. “Then I do not understand why you wish to leave?”

(y/n) wished to cry but there weren’t any tears left inside her to shed. “Because I cannot stay in the Keep any longer.”

Alicent closed the distance between the Princess and herself. “You must tell me why you wish to leave.”

“I cannot, your grace.” (y/n) could feel the Queen behind her. She betrayed her body’s instinct to lean into the Queen.

“If you will not tell me of your own accord then I command you as the Queen of the seven kingdoms to tell me the truth.”

Frustration grew in Alicent. The Princess had never withheld anything from her before. That was one of the many reasons Alicent enjoyed her company. The Princess’ honesty was what Alicent valued the most about her.

(y/n) turned to face the Queen, painfully aware of how close their bodies had become. “You know not what you ask of me your grace.”

“If you do not tell me then I will not allow you to leave.”

(y/n) reached out and held The Queen’s hands. “Your grace please I can’t.”

Alicent shook her head. “Do not make an enemy of me Princess. I will post guards at your door and forbid anyone to enter or leave your chambers without my explicit permission.”

(y/n) dropped her hold of the Queen’s hands. “You wish to make me a prisoner? I am a princess of Dorne.”

“And I am Queen,” Alicent proclaimed as she stood to her full height.

“You would declare war on Dorne just to keep me here? My father would send hoards of his men to free me.” (y/n) did not recognize the woman that stood in front of her.

Alicent gripped (y/n)’s shoulders and pulled her close. “I would strike down every man who dared attempt to take you away from me.”

A shameful longing overwhelmed (y/n)’s senses. She had never been so close to the Queen. She stared at the Queen’s lips. “The truth you seek is not the truth you desire. If I tell you....you will hate me.”

Alicent cupped the Princess’ face. “I could never hate you.” She stroked the Princess’ cheek with her thumb. “What is so awful you cannot tell me? Is it me? Do you wish to leave because you can no longer stand the sight of me? I would not blame you. After all that I said to you tonight I would not blame you.”

Alicent followed the Princess’ gaze. (y/n) was staring at her lips. Alicent did the same. The Princess’ lips were plump, and Alicent let herself wonder what they would feel like.

(y/n) sighed. She no longer had the strength to argue. “I love you,” she whispered.

The Queen’s gaze met (y/n)’s. “What?”

“I wish to leave because you have shattered my heart. You insulted my home, my people, you thought me capable of treason and yet I am not free of my agonizing yearning for you, your grace.” (y/n) leaned into the Queen’s touch.

“You know not what you say Princess.” Alicent’s hands dropped from the Princess’ face.

(y/n) frowned. “You did not allow me the courtesy of keeping these thoughts to myself. Is this not what you desired to hear?”

Alicent shook her head. “No, you are.....you,” Alicent’s chest heaved. She ran to the window, she needed air.

The dormant affliction that had long plagued her, and had threatened to break free of the prison she had built around it, now ripped her chest apart. Alicent could not control her breathing. She clutched her chest.

“Your grace,” (y/n) called out. She ran to Alicent’s side. “I’m sorry your grace. I am so sorry. I have caused this,” (y/n) rambled.

Alicent turned her head and met (y/n)’s gaze. She saw the fear, and the tender affection, written all over the Princess’ face. With her free hand she reached out to cup the Princess’ cheek.

The affliction broke free. Alicent could fight it no longer.

She leaned towards the Princess, and closed her eyes. She could no longer fight her desires.

(y/n) watched as the Queen leaned in. (y/n) stared at the Queen’s lips. This was it.

Later, Alicent would thank the Gods for coming to her aide. Whether it was divine intervention or Alicent’s inability to truly let herself choose happiness, Alicent pulled away. She had a duty. She had to uphold her family’s honor. Her happiness mattered not.

Alicent pushed past the Princess and towards the chamber door.

“I will have everything ready to take you back to Dorne in two days time. For the sake of peace between our kingdoms I will strike the filth which you have spoken here from my mind. We will say you are returning home because the pain of being without you family is too much. Goodnight Princess.”

Alicent opened the door and did not wait for (y/n) to reply. She did not even explain to Criston. She barreled down the corridor and did not stop until she reached her sleeping chamber.

Once she was truly alone Alicent sunk to the floor and sobbed. It was ruined. Everything was ruined.

She knew it would take every ounce of strength she had to banish the feelings swirling inside her back to the prison she had created for them. Alicent knelt and started to pray. She would pray for forgiveness. She would pray for the Gods to fix her as they had already done once. She would pray until her knees bled.

Alicent’s eyes felt heavy as the women around her talked aimlessly. She had not slept.

She had spent the remainder of her night praying. She prayed until Talya had come in to dress her to break fast with the King. Alicent had not noticed morning had come.

“Mother,” Helaena called.

Alicent’s eyelids fluttered opened. She turned to Helaena. “Yes my love?”

“Where is Princess (y/n)? I have not seen her all morning.” Helaena looked down at her needlework, a frown on her face.

Guilt tugged at Alicent’s heart.

“The Princess is preparing her things,” she replied. Then she turned to address the women of the circle. “She is leaving to Dorne in two days time.”

“What? Why?” Helaena asked.

“Being apart from her family for so long has caused her great pain. It would be cruel to keep her here any longer,” Alicent stated, her throat tightening with every lie she uttered.

“Really? One would not think she missed her family with the time she spends attached to Prince Aemond,” Lady Ambrose quipped.

The ladies of the circle giggled. Helaena furrowed her brow.

Anger pooled in Alicent’s stomach.

“As I recall, you were quite close with Ser Matthew Mullendore much like the Princess is now with my son.”

Lady Ambrose’s face went red. “Your grace I-,” she sputtered.

“It’s quite a shame your Lord father did not see him as a favorable match for you.”

Alicent turned to Lady Merryweather who sat next to Lady Ambrose.

“But it was a most gracious boon for your sister was it not Lady Merryweather?”

The ladies stilled. None met Alicent’s gaze.

Satisfied, Alicent stood up and smiled.

“I believe our work today is done. I hope you shall join me tomorrow.”

She left the ladies to their gossip as she strode to the door.

Two nights had passed and still Alicent had not slept. She could not. She could think of nothing but the Princess.

Hate. Desire. Resentment. Adoration. Every and all feelings brewed inside Alicent like a storm.

Then finally the day had come for the Princess to leave.

Alicent was torn between sending the Princess off and staying in her sitting chamber. It was polite to say goodbye but Alicent was not sure she could do it. She feared that if she saw the Princess her resolve would vanish.

But then the guards informed her that the Princess was not in her chambers.

So Alicent sent Ser Criston to the Godswood while she searched the library.

She cursed herself for not assigning guards to the Princess in her remaining time at the Keep.

To her dismay, and secretly relief, the Princess was not in the library. She begun to pace back and forth.

She prayed Ser Criston had better luck.

Ser Criston entered the library. Alicent still paced back and forth. She hurried to Criston as he entered.

“Did you find her?”

Criston looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry your grace. Princess (y/n) was not in the Godswood, or the clearing where Vhagar rests. I believe the Princess has fled the Keep.”

Alicent shook her head. “She would not do that.”

Aemond entered the library. He saw Ser Criston and his mother and froze.

“Mother..Cole..what are you doing here?”

Alicent turned to him. “Where is the Princess?”

“I do not know,” Aemond replied and looked away.

Alicent huffed. “I do not believe you. Aemond look at me. Where is the Princess?”

“I will not tell you.” Aemond clenched his jaw. “You are the reason she is leaving. This is all your fault.”

“You stupid boy,” Alicent gripped Aemond’s face by his chin and forced him to look at her. “This is for your own good.”

“Yours or mine? I wished to marry her, and you send her away. You wish to make us all as miserable as you,” Aemond replied bitterly.

Alicent dropped her hold of Aemond. She stepped away from him. “I spared you the heartbreak of her true nature.”

Then she turned to Ser Criston.

“There is one place we have yet to look.”

Alicent walked out of the library with Ser Criston in tow.

The last place Alicent expected (y/n) to be was the sept. But there the Princess was, knelt before the altar of the Mother.

Was the Princess mocking her, Alicent thought.

Then she heard the Princess’ cries. Guilt overtook her.

Alicent shook her head. She could not waver. She had been cruel because she had to be. (y/n)’s departure would be the only way to rid Alicent of her own disgraceful feelings. She could live with Aemond’s disdain as she had lived with Viserys’ and Rhaenyra’s.

She turned to Criston and asked him to stand watch. He was not to let anyone enter. Criston nodded and took his leave. Then she turned back to where the Princess knelt and approached her.

Alicent stopped when she reached the Princess. She cleared her throat.

“It is time to leave Princess,” Alicent spoke.

(y/n) did not move. She did not even turn to acknowledge the Queen.

“We do not practice the faith as closely as you all do here. I have never really understood it. I’ve never been pious.”

Alicent rolled her eyes. She had no time for the Princess’ antics. “Princess, your wheelhouse is waiting.”

“Do you believe that I chose to feel the way that I do, your grace?” (y/n) lit another candle in front of her. She watched the flames dance.

“What does it matter,” Alicent replied with a sigh.

(y/n) turned her head towards the Queen. Her eyes were red and swollen. “I beg you to grant me this small kindness. Please answer my question.”

Alicent looked away from (y/n), remorse creeping up her spine at the sight of the Princess’ dreadful eyes. It seemed the Princess was intent on doing this on her terms. Alicent would play along if it meant the Princess would comply. She knelt down at the alter next to the Princess. Alicent made sure their elbows did not touch.

“I do not believe that you have chosen to feel that way,” Alicent said as she lit a candle of her own. “I believe you have been cursed with such tendencies,” she added softly.

(y/n) looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath. “I do not feel cursed,” she confessed.

Alicent turned to (y/n). “Then how do you feel?”

In the safety of the sept Alicent felt her resolve weaken. The Princess was clearly shaken, tired, and she looked as bad as Alicent felt. Alicent was not heartless. She realized she was not the only one in pain.

(y/n) brought her gaze back down to the candles in front of her. “I feel foolish.”

“Foolish? About....what you said,” Alicent asked hopefully.

Maybe there was a chance. Maybe she could forgive (y/n) under the guise of foolish youth as she had before. Maybe she could still keep (y/n) close. Alicent’s thoughts raced.

(y/n) shook her head. “I do not feel guilty for my tendencies, as you call them, but I do feel foolish that I believed you- ,” (y/n) stopped and turned to look at the Queen.

It was the first time she had seen the Queen since their fight. The Queen looked weary, and her eyes contained a sadness that (y/n) had not seen since her arrival at the Keep. A pang hit (y/n)’s side. She had done that. She had vanquished the Queen’s sadness but she had also brought it back.

“That I what...,” Alicent asked, a tremble in her voice.

Alicent’s nerves started to dance in her stomach. The Princess was about to do it again. She could feel it.

But the Princess didn’t.

(y/n) stood and turned away from the altar. “It does not matter. They are waiting for me,” she said and started for the entrance.

Alicent hurried after (y/n). Just as they passed a large pillar Alicent grabbed the Princess’ hand and pulled her behind it.

Once in the safety of the shadows Alicent pushed (y/n) up against the stone pillar. Her hand on (y/n)’s chest.

“What were you going to say?”

(y/n) would not meet her gaze. Alicent pressed (y/n)’s chest.

“Say it. Say it,” she demanded.

Tears started to form in (y/n)’s eyes.

“Does your cruelty know no bounds?” (y/n) turned her head to look at the Queen. “Do you derive some perverse pleasure from forcing me to bare my heart to you?”

Alicent’s eyes widened at the accusation. She felt a knot arise in her throat.

“I? I am cruel? I am not the one who ruined everything,” Alicent replied through gritted teeth.

(y/n) eyes burned hot with tears she dared not shed. The Queen’s hand on her chest pinned her to the cold stone but (y/n) would not deny how good the contact felt on her bare skin.

“You are the one who threatened to keep me prisoner if I did not reveal my truth.”

Now Alicent was the one with tears in her eyes. “Because I believed that I had lost your friendship. If I had known you would make such a declaration I would not have-”

(y/n)’s face contorted in rage. “So my friendship was worth waging war for but my love deserves nothing but banishment?” (y/n) reached up and gripped the Queen’s forearm, trying to get away but the Queen’s hold was firm.

Alicent leaned in closer to (y/n). “Do not call it love! Do not tarnish such a word with your sin.” Her words were vicious but her voice was pleading.

Tears blurred the Princess’ vision. She could no longer hold them back. So she let them fall. She shut her eyes and squeezed them tight.

“Then what should I call it?”

Alicent did not reply. She watched as tears fell down (y/n)’s face. She watched as they streamed down the Princess’ neck. She watched as they reached the tips of her fingers on (y/n)’s chest.

(y/n) opened her eyes and met the Queen’s gaze.

“What name can I give to the maddening, beguiling, the overwhelming adoration and affection.... the lust for you that plagues me night and day, that burns in every part of my body when you are next to me. Can you call it anything but love?”

Alicent’s heart beat loudly in her ears. She pressed (y/n) harder against the pillar.

“Do not taunt me Princess.”

(y/n) scoffed. “Do you believe me to be so wicked? That I would utter such falsehoods to make you suffer?”

“I do!”

Alicent dropped her hand from the Princess’ chest. She closed the gap between then and hooked her finger under the Princess’ chin.

“I have not known a moment’s peace since your declaration. Your wickedness has consumed me. It has seeped into my veins. I feel your words in the deepest parts of me and they have filled my mind with desires that I know will lead me to ruin.” Alicent brought the Princess’ face closer to hers. “Your very presence threatens to cut the bare thread from which my will and honor hang. Another honeyed word for your lips and I fear I will succumb to temptation.”

(y/n) felt the Queen’s breath on her lips. This was the closest they had ever been. All (y/n) had to do was lean in and she would feel the Queen’s lips on her own.

(y/n) swallowed hard. If she was to be banished she would at least go with the satisfaction of knowing what the Queen’s lips felt like. (y/n) pulled the Queen’s finger away with one hand and palmed the back of the Queen’s head with the other.

“Then allow me to atone and purge my wickedness from your heart.”

(y/n) held the Queen still as she inched forward and let her lips brush against the Queen’s.

“Silence me forever with your kiss, my Queen,” (y/n) breathed.

Alicent surged forward and crashed her lips against (y/n)’s. The Queen's hands cupped (y/n)’s face.

(y/n)’s hands settled on the Queen’s hips, gripping onto them until her knuckles turned white. She would not let the Queen pull away. She would not allow the Queen to retreat into herself. They would kiss until their lungs burned.

Even then, (y/n) told herself she would let her world turn to darkness and never wake before she stopped kissing her Queen.

#house of the dragon imagine #alicent higtower imagine #alicent hightower x reader #alicent hightower

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Fernnn I’m back with more promptsss

“Caretaker no! It’s not worth it-“ *gets tazered*

“She’s not looking to good, hero. Better make a choice fast. Her… or the world?”

(Used as bait trope. Caretaker/hero x whumpee villain whumper) all of our favorite things. HAPPY WRITING

YES this is great thank youu ✨✨✨ I ended up slightly off script here but I hope you like it <3

warning for violence and captivity, please tell me if I should tag more stuff ! ft generic Hero, Villain & Supervillain bc I still haven't made super ocs lol

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Villain was starting to lose what little sliver of optimism had rubbed off on her from Hero. She was kneeling at the top of a skyscraper, in a fucking shock collar, and with a gun pointed at her head. Not to mention the concussion Supervillain's men had most likely caused her on their way there. All to say: she wasn't looking good and she sure as shit didn't feel it.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out about this rat, Hero?"

Ah, that too. She wasn't stupid, of course double-crossing Supervillain couldn't last and it was a miracle she managed it as long as she did. But it wasn't like her line of work allowed her to put in a two weeks now, did it? She wanted out, and Hero said he could help her if she helped him first. And what a great deal that was.

"You don't have to do this- let her go!" Sweet, brave, dumb Hero. She never understood why they always bothered with that, trying to reason with a man that was holding the whole city hostage.

Supervillain predictably replied by simply cackling, looking at Hero like he was a toy that was starting to get dangerously boring. "I can't do that. Forgiveness really isn't my style…" He drawled out twirling the collar's remote in his left hand. "What kind of message would it send if I spared a traitor?" His voice was dripping with venom now, his whole act depended on him seeming cold and uninterested but she knew her betrayal had stung him deep.

"What do you want?" Hero asked through gritted teeth, way too meek compared to his usually boisterous persona. He was only looking at her, just like she was only looking at him. He was tired. Nobody could tell but her but the fight had dragged on for hours and no kind of superpowers could save him from exhaustion.

"Oh! That's the fun part, Hero." Supervillain's tone was amused, mocking, alarmingly cheerful. "I already have what I want." He cocked his head to the side looking at Villain and repositioning his gun to the side of her head, making sure Hero had a good view. "The only question is if you'll make things more complicated for yourself"

"Now Hero, there's two ways this can go." The silence stretched for seconds that felt like hours. Villain tried to ease her breathing, she couldn't think of a single way this would end well for her. "Option number one. You drop your weapon and let me carry on with my plans. I'll let her go and turn a blind eye as long as you stay away from my… endeavors. Who cares about a few thousand civilians anyway?"

Hero was growing restless, just on the verge of doing something stupid and impulsive. He stayed perfectly still, glaring daggers at Supervillain and forcing himself to hear the rest of his threats before throwing himself at him.

Supervillain grinned at Hero's display of self-control, he could see the way his muscles were tensing and it amused him to no end knowing he was scared enough to think instead of acting for once. "Option number two." He carried on, taking his sweet time. "You try and save the day as you usually do, follow your moral compass and all that crap. But…" He pretended to stop and think, looking almost genuinely puzzled. "…Hero, are you really sure you're fast enough to stop me before I blow her brains out?"

She swallowed. She looked at Hero, but he wasn't looking at her anymore, he was looking somewhere just over her head. The gun. There was no point in wiping her tears in the state that she already was in, not that she could have with her hands bound behind her back. "Do it."

Hero's face went from panicked to confused and terrified within seconds. She didn't give him time to react before she was shouting at him. "Run!" She was calmer than she ever thought she'd be in a situation like that. She had to come to terms with the idea of getting hurt or even killed years ago but nobody could really predict how they'd react knowing they were seconds away from leaving this world. "You can still make it in time to stop it!"

"You know I'm not worth it, Hero! You can't let-" Her words were cut short by a surge of pain coursing through her whole body. She crumpled to the ground, shaking and seizing, her vision abandoning her immediately from the pain. Hero was screaming her name but she couldn't hear him over the ringing in her ears. While she was catching her breath, Supervillain turned his attention back to Hero.

"Choose!" He screamed, cocking the gun.

Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously. The first thing she registered was how loud it was, then she saw Supervillain fall to the ground beside her.

Within seconds Hero was by her side, cursing and apologizing all at once, he was holding her, pulling her against his chest. Her vision was still blurry and she felt so lightheaded. At some point, he must have untied her because she was looking at her hand on Hero's cheek. She wiped a tear off of his face and distantly wondered why she had left a red stain behind instead.

#hehe #i had another version of it but it wasn't working i'm always so sad when i need to cut stuff #whump #whumpee #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump trope #caretaker #whumper #whump writing #whump fic #hero and villain #hero x villain #fern whumps #ask

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꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ CHANGES ☠︎︎⋆♱⋆⁺‧₊ ˚ ꩜

♱ JEFF THE KILLER X READER ♱

WARNING 18+ - THIS CONTENT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE GORE, MURDER, MENTIONS OF CANNIBALISM, MENTIONS OF SA, ATTEMPTED SA, USE/MENTIONS OF DRUGS/ALCOHOL, STALKING, SMUT, AND VULGARITIES. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

part IV of the CHANGES series

IS THIS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO DIE? The ice cracked beneath your feet faster than a bullet. It let out one last cracking roar before caving in and sending you plunging into the ice cold water.

It felt like a million pins piercing into your skin at once. It wasn’t like you could let out a cry, not without you swallowing the water and feeling it fill up your lungs while you tried to gasp for air. The icy water immediately freezing you. Turning you into a statue without any fighting and letting you succumb to the fate of a drowned girl. Each second turned into a relentless battle against the inevitable as time seemed to stretch.

There was no time to think. No thoughts would process. Not when the only thing you could understand was that you were going to be six feet under. You were ready to die. Maybe meet your mom again and watch over your brother and father. There was going to be no more suffering. You closed your eyes for good.

The world turned black. The only feeling of a dark lake’s abyss turned into a tug on your jackets sleeve pulling closer to slivers of sunlight shining through the ice. A commotion of incoherent yelling and the feeling of a harsh cold wind nips at your face. You open your eyes bracing the bright light.

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It feels like a pounding hammer has struck you over your head a thousand times. Noises zone out from being clear then back to fuzzy and distant. You let out the occasional small groans trying to regain your strength.

Your eyes flutter open trying to adjust to the blurry darkness. Your surroundings feel so close but so far, just out of reach. Your head slides onto the window, eyes closing again taking in the cold surface soothing your awful headache.

Jeff keeps his eyes on the road not noticing you waking up. His heart beating with adrenaline and excitement. His mind runs wild with all the possibilities of tonight. Maybe cutting your organs out and putting them in your friends mailbox. Or taking it even slower for all the trouble you’ve put him in. You weren’t even a target, just a stupid brat who crossed him. Now you have to pay one way or another.

You try to say something but it only comes out in a mumble, he makes a sharp turn causing your head to go flying forwards onto the dashboard. You hear his manically small laugh.

You grunt out in pain, wiping your eyes. “Rise and shine, sleepyfuck” your heart drops. You finally snap out the daze and your eyes widen frantically look all over to distinguish where you are. You try to talk but everything comes out in muffled yelp.

You look down to see your arms tied.l in a white rope. What the fuck? You cry out in pain from the restraints being so tight. He wasn’t taking any chances if you were to try to escape again. Your head aches, everytime your head pounds in pain the world fades in and out.

The car comes to stop, Jeff takes the keys out of the ignition. You watch every move he makes; scared he might impulsively change his mind about you being alive. You spot the tag on the key’s chain, its small heart. It’s your car! It’s your fucking car! He stole your keys! What a fucking bastard

He opens up the car door and gets out slamming it. Your eyes follow his figure. He walks around the car coming to the passenger side where you are. His hand grabs onto the door and pulls it open. You let out a muffled yelp as his hand then clutches onto your clothes and yanks you out of the car. Your body goes flying forward into the cold grass, you lift body up in a plank before bringing your knees up and trying to push yourself off the ground.

The rain pours down onto you. A strong force pushes you back into the wet ground. Your teeth dig into rope gag. “You really think you’re gonna get out of this, toots?” His deep voice growls. You try to yell at him but the only words that come out are undistinguishable. He lets out a low laugh “What was that? I can’t understand you.” He mocks you watching as your face contorts. His hand harshly grabs your face and pulls you close enough to see the scars on his mouth. “Don’t. Fucking. Try. A. Thing.”

His rough hand pulls you up by the arm and tugs you up the stairs. It’s your house. He knows where you live.. how long has he been stalking you? Your body shivers at the thought. The truth is he knew where you lived ever since you left that abandoned place. He’s been carefully and sneakily stalking you. Watching everywhere you went. Waiting patiently for the right time. <——————————————————

The whole week had been chaos. First, the encounter between you and Jeff had left him furious. He had been craving revenge all week and wanted to take it out on someone- anybody! How could a weak dumb girl like you get away from him? Later that day while he was walking through the trails of the forest Jeff had found a young couple in their car completely occupied in their business.

He crept around the car and when he tried to yank the door open. The guy saw him and sped off screaming. Since when did the people around here become so jumpy? Usually they all acted like idiots.

Angry and frustrated by not being able to capture two reckless young adults, he decided to get back at you. Because, of course, it was all your fault. You gave him this bad luck. Tracking you down, street by street. Watching the shopping center seeing if you’d pop up. And you did.

The grocery store a half week ago. Unknowing of the eyes watching. You shopped there, barely having enough money for a weeks worth of food. Yes he noticed. He watched you pack the grocery’s into your car. Watching you drive down a few blocks then into your driveway. Happily… safe.. not for long.

He wondered how the best way to scare you would be. Climbing through your way at night while you lay sleeping and defenseless. No. That’s too easy, not fun. Then he got the great idea of catching you off guard. He watches as you open your front door wearing a work uniform with ‘JAYS BAR’ plastered on the back. You walked outside and into your car. You drove away and into the parking lot of the bar.

He waits until the bar is almost closing, an hour before hand. He walks inside, his hood above his head and his mind set on one thing. Taking you.. making you regret every choice leading up to this night. He wanted to see the terror in your eyes as you realize it was him.

He takes his seat but to his disappointment a different bartender takes his beer order. His heart almost jumping out of his rib cage at the thrill that’s to become. The other bartender, Katie, clocks out for the night bidding you and Elijah a goodbye.

He can hear you and Elijah chat while making drinks. That’s the other boy that screwed him over. You must be close, right? Elijah’s phone dings and that’s when he asks for you to close up. Jeff can’t believe how lucky he is today, it will only be you at closing. It’s a perfect chance. His mind becomes foggy as he fantasizes about what he’ll do to you.

Ruin your body until your nothing but an unidentifiable Jane Doe. Or maybe he’ll make you beautiful like him, slicing a smile into your pretty soft cheeks. The other woman leaves and he thinks this his chance.

His heart pounds with excitement, he doesn’t want to wait to closing to attack you. He goes to stand up, his hand clenching his knife inside his hoodie pocket. But the bars door opens, a loud drunk younger woman enters swinging her arms up. Jeff gets frustrated when she walks in, he was so close.

When she leaves and you’re distracted he creeps up to the register. His head facing the ground making sure his hood is above head and his black mask on. You rehearse your sweet soft smile “Ready to pay your tab?”

He gets excited, he watches as the color drains from your face when you make eye contact with him. He lifts one finger slowly pulling down the mask watching as your mouth drops. He was going to make you regret life.

———————————————————-

He lifts you up by your arm and opens your house up. He pushes you into your house and you fall again on the hardwood floor. Your bare skin makes a squeaky disgusting sound as it brushes against the floor leaving a pink brush burn.

Your protests and cries are muffled by the rag on your mouth. He bends down looking at you, his pale blue orbs watch you struggle. It’s amusing to him. He roughly rips the rag out of your mouth and you take no time to insult him.

“You fucking bastard!” You hiss angrily and he scoffs bending down keeping his eye contact level. “Why are you doing to this to me?” You express with confusion. “I’m sorry I graffitied your ‘house’. But it’s not like I burned it down!” His eye twitches at that mention.

“I told you I would make you pay, ‘Pez’” he responds and your eye brows scrunch up in discomfort at him saying your nickname. “I don’t even know you.” You grit your teeth.

He laughs lowly “How do you not know me? I’m all over the news, doll.” Your mind flashes back to when you watched tv. The news talking about killings coming close to your small town in Oregon. It was him. It had to be.

“It’s you..” you mutter, your eyes looking all over him not being able to maintain eye contact. “It’s me. It’s me. Hold your applause, I know you’re DYING to get my autograph. Don’t worry, I’ll carve it into you.” You bite your lip in anger.

“What’s your real name?” He demands eagerly. You huff in protest. “Fine. Be that fucking way.” He stands up and walks over the kitchen table where your bag is thrown. He grabs it and turns it upside down. All of its contents fall out and sprawls on the table. He searches through it. Coins, tampons, gift cards, a wallet… an ID. He picks it up and examines it. He turns aroundand twirls it in his fingertips while making direct eye contact with you.

“Y/N Bennett.. what a name for a girl like you.” He whispers to you. Your eyes tear up from the pain and exhaustion your body has endured.

He grabs you and places you on the couch. Then he waltz around your house, he stops at the hallway where a few pictures lay. There’s a few of you, Mason, and Elijah. But the one he seems interested in is the one of you and Cassacina.

He picks up the framed photo reading the written message on there.

‘Our first year as cheerleading captains! <3 -Cassi + Y/N’

Jeff examines the photo looking at the two younger girls. The one has curly natural black hair pressing her lips against your s/c cheek. Both have radiant smiles and thumbs up. He notices something else ‘JHS’ plastered on the cheerleading uniforms.

“Y/N..” he says aloud gaining your attention. “How would you feel if your name and picture was all over the news?” His shoes tap against the hardwood floors. He pulls out his knife pressing it against the scar on your cheek. From the last time you and him had met.

You want to say something, tell him people would come looking for you. But would they? You don’t have any people who care so much, maybe two friends and a job at a bar. You realize how useless your life is, how different it is now. You wish it could’ve turned out different. But it didn’t.. and now you’re stuck here with your hands tied up, your head bleeding, and a killer next to you.

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Chapter 6: The Final Day

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The Empress’ demeanour was as remote and as cold as a glacier. Childe stood dazed as he looked at her profile. Her low, gentle voice captivated his ears but her icy voice even more so. How would it sound if she said his name like that?

Childe swallowed dryly as his imagination made his head spin. He wanted to kneel before that overbearing empress and pour kisses on her hand. He wanted to hear her speak in that cold voice and issue commands to him. How would it feel to obey her orders and then to rebel?

It had started out as curiosity. He was curious about the empress of Inazuma, and so he travelled as far as the palace to see her. Despite rumours that she was made of steel or ice, she was surprisingly soft and charming towards birds.

The rumours weren’t exactly wrong, however, he was surprised to see another side of her. He felt sympathy for the way she put up a strong front while she cried in secret. He heard her talking to herself while trying to hold back her tears. If the people had seen this side of her, they would think she is not the emperor’s beloved empress.

But to him, she was incredible. He had thought that beneath her strong appearance was a vulnerable figure, but he realised that soon enough that it was false.

The feeling of curiosity and attraction turned into anxiety after actually meeting her. Why did she ignore him when he tried to make himself known? Why did she pretend not to know him? Why wasn’t she trying to look for him? Why didn't she stop Lumine when she was impersonating her? Were the comforts of the letters, the jokes that they had been shared, simply a one-sided feeling? Or perhaps it would hurt her pride if someone were to take care of her.

But as Childe drew closer to her, he became even more angry. He didn’t like seeing the things that burdened her or caused her pain. He knew from experience that controlling one’s reputation was difficult, to the point that he had almost gotten in a fight about it in the past.

“Are you jealous of Lumine, by any chance?”

As the Empress’ jaw hardened at Scaramouche’s insult, Prince Childe was overcome with an even more violent impulse than in the dining room. The frozen empress was charming, but the things that made her that way were definitely not. He could hear Diluc’s voice in his head, repeatedly telling him to not cause an incident involving the Emperor of the Inazuma Empire. It irritated Childe so much that he could not officially stand up to defend the Empress' honour.

“Your Majesty the Emperor. You must be more discerning.”

Eventually, Childe spoke. He knew Diluc would be furious when he found out about this. Their king was bedridden so the court affairs were in chaos. Did he really want to antagonise the Emperor of the Inazuma Empire? Despite this, Childe couldn’t help but speak up.

“This doesn’t concern you, Prince Childe.”

“I’m a witness. How can I keep my nose out of this?”

Childe added a grin as he stood next to the Empress.

“Your Majesty, do not worry. I will be the one to spread rumours about the truth. Your reputation will not be tarnished by this mistake.”

Things could have gotten worse if it were not for Diluc, who came running to Prince Childe’s side and stole him away.

“I heard you say something about reputation. Are you changing course?”

Childe walked in silence to the southern palace as Diluc started to nag at him again.

“Do what you usually do, Prince. Don’t fight from the front, fight from behind instead. Why were you trying to start a fight with someone and with the Inazuma Emperor no less? That could have potentially broke our political affairs with the Inazuma Empire? At this rate, us spying on the Inazuma Empire will be exposed soon enough.”

Diluc’s nagging got worse as soon as he closed the door, yet Childe ignored him and pulled up a chair.

“What are you going to do with the chair? Are you going to hit me?”

“Sit down.”

As Diluc sat down, Childe touched his head and forced some of his delusion into him. With a cry, Diluc had turned into a red bird and the clothes he had worn, tumbled to the ground. Diluc’s eyes widened in confusion when he saw Prince Childe taking out a piece of letter from his desk and tied it to his leg.

“Deliver this to Ayato.”

– …

“I won’t get myself in trouble, so go and deliver it. I’ll fight from behind, just as you said.”

“Prince Childe seems to be a completely different person than the rumours suggest.”

Countess Jean, who was playing chess nearby, turned her head at my faintly spoken words.

“Hm? What did you say, Your Highness?”

I turned my book upside down and placed it on my lap. Could I tell them this? Would it sound strange?

My ladies-in-waiting knew I was the real letter friend, and so there was no need for me to say anything more. However, I thought it would be helpful if I could change any of the rumours about Prince Childe with my own words…

“Prince Childe. He seems better than I thought.”

I spoke nonchalantly as I picked up my teacup from the table and took a sip. Yoimiya, who was playing opposite of Countess Jean, surreptitiously changed a horse’s position while the Countess was not looking.

“Right. And he knew that the maid and the slave didn’t write those letters! Ah—that was wrong. Anyway, he found out quickly. Even though he’s a womaniser, he’s more faithful than other nobles.”

Countess Jean had slapped Yoimiya on the back of her hand and restored the horse’s original position on the board.

“Yoimiya is right. Though he may seem like a carefree person, he’s not frivolous.”

A lady-in-waiting sitting comfortably on an armchair gave a vindictive laugh.

“Even more so, I liked it when the slave’s lie came to light.”

Other comments from the other ladies-in-waiting started to spring up as well.

“Did you see how his blood pressure went up when she lied to him so shamelessly?”

“The foreign nobles who mingle with her must have come to their senses by now.”

However, Beidou, who was silently standing by the door until now had immediately thrown cold water into the situation.

“I don’t believe so.”

At Beidou’s certain tone, the ladies-in-waiting all turned to her with questioning expressions. The knight nervously scratched her cheek, as if overwhelmed by the beautiful ladies looking at her all at once.

“Baron Thoma is responsible for Miss Lumine’s affairs, and the way he talks about her is…different.”

“Different? How so?”

Yoimiya's eyes were wide as she questioned her. In curiosity, I had set the now empty cup back on the table and had also turned to look at Beidou .

I knew Baron Thoma—he was Scarmouche’s personal secretary, and quite a brilliant man. Moreover, if he was extremely fond of Lumine, it would only be beneficial for her when Baron Thoma comes forward and turns the rumours around.

“Because of Miss Lumine’s beauty and charm, some say that the Emperor and Prince Childe are fighting over her.”

When two conflicting rumours spread, there would at least cause a commotion between people who believed one story or the other. Baron Thoma had definitely planned this out carefully.

Yoimiya shut the chessboard in frustration.

“I absolutely despise her!”

“Watch your mouth, Yoimiya. You are now a lady-in-waiting of the Empress, and offensive language will only hurt Her Majesty’s image.”

“I am careful with my words in front of others, Countess Jean. Yet still…I have no other way to express my emotions!”

Then, as Yoimiya cried out her frustration, there was a tap on the window.

“Queen!”

It had been several days since he came here last, and I quickly got up and opened the window to let him in. I was so happy to see him after such a long time that I held him tightly.

– !

Queen tried to embrace me with his wings, and Yoimiya had finally calmed down and gave a giggle.

“That bird is so sweet. Look at how he holds Her Majesty. Maybe he’s actually not a bird.”

– !

I scolded the ladies for teasing Queen, then I gently placed him on my lap and stroked his head.

Queen's large purple eyes closed as he started to doze off, but he occasionally got startled and looked at me.

“I missed you.”

I confessed my feelings frankly to him, and he peered at me as if he understood me.

“…”

Strange. Why did this bird remind me of Prince Childe? Well, perhaps it was because Prince Childe was the bird’s owner.

“Ah.”

I almost forgot to check the note on his leg. I took the piece of paper from his leg, and opened it while setting Queen aside .

– I had wagered my identity. Why didn't you want to participate in the bet?

Did Prince Childe know that I was the letter acquaintance or not? A few hours ago, I told myself that the writer was Prince Childe, but I didn’t even have the time to ask him because Scaramouche and I immediately fought…

I hesitated before writing my response.

– Please keep our friendship by letter only.

Queen watched me patiently as I wrote. As soon as I lifted my hand from the paper, he checked the contents, then made strange noises and started jumping up and down.

– Gu! Gu! Gu!

He seemed to be criticising me on behalf of his owner.

“Don’t be so upset, Queen. I prefer it this way.”

– Gu!

“If your master and I meet each other, we will be the Inazuma Empress and the Snezhnaya Prince, not as friends that are able to speak casually to each other. We would have to be careful about how we behave with each other in front of other people.”

– …

“I have become a source of entertainment because of Scaramouche and Lumine. Under these circumstances, the rumours will worsen if it’s discovered that I’m exchanging letters with a womaniser.”

Maybe it was because Queen had seemed so intelligent, but before I knew it, I was confessing my true feelings.

Queen’s beak opened as if in surprise. I closed his beak shut and hurriedly added an explanation.

“I know your master is not as bad as the rumours say. I think he’s a good person, in fact. Hm? Ha ha, why are you embarrassed?”

Lumine laid down on the bed in a thin lavender nightgown, hugging a cushion. Lying next to her was Scaramouche, who was running his fingers through her soft blonde hair.

“Prince Childe is known for his cruelty and for being a womaniser. Don’t trust people so blindly from now on.”

“Lumine didn’t know…”

“It’s alright. Anyone can make mistakes. Just don’t make that same mistake in the future.”

“But this isn’t Lumine’s fault, right?”

“Of course. It was that man who had caused a disturbance.”

Lumine leaned her head against Scaramouche’s shoulder.

“But I’m glad His Majesty protected Lumine.”

“I’m glad too. I hope you’re feeling better.”

“Tomorrow is the special banquet! Let’s just relax and socialise with people! I want to be friends with Princess Amber.”

Lumine smiled and patted the cushion like a drum. Scaramouche, who normally would have smiled at her adoorable behaviour, was suddenly as stiff as a stone.

“What’s wrong, Your Majesty?”

“You…”

“Your Majesty?”

“Lumine, you won’t be able to attend the special banquet tomorrow.”

Lumine stared at Scaramouche with wide eyes. He felt sheepish after giving her the unexpected news, except that was not the way it should be.

“What? Why not, Your Majesty?”

“There can only be twenty special guests.”

“Can’t I be one of them?”

“The Empress and I had invited ten people each, and we’ve already sent out the invitations…”

“You can be flexible and add one more…”

“But Lumine , the moment we are flexible, the special banquet becomes less special.”

Lumine made a shocked, unblinking expression at his refusal, and Scaramouche felt forced to explain.

“As I said, it’s only for those invited. I don’t know why you would think it would suddenly change.”

“Lumine is your concubine. Your lady. Lumine thought she could go without being invited…You should have invited her too.”

Lumine’s face was red as she whimpered.

“Oh goodness, Lumine.”

Scaramouche took out a handkerchief and patted away the tears that had sprung up in her eyes. But the tears gathered again, and the handkerchief was useless.

“Do you really wish to go?”

“I told everyone at the dinner that I would go to the special banquet.”

“…”

Scaramouche frowned.

“You should’ve asked me.”

“It’s strange to ask. Besides, His Majesty took Lumine to dinner with the special guests, so of course Lumine thought…”

“It’s my fault.”

Scaramouche sighed and rubbed Lumine's shoulder, but she kept crying, waiting for Scaramouche to change his words. However, no matter how long she waited, it did not happen.

“So in the end, you’re not taking me.”

Lumine wept like a child, and Scaramouche clenched his jaw at the innocence of it. Having only seen the court nobles cry silently, he was amazed whenever Lumine expressed her true feelings honestly.

“I’m sorry, Lumine. Don’t cry.”

“You saw what happened today. If Lumine doesn’t go, Prince Childe will say something to the guests. He said he was going to spread rumours.”

Lumine had a point, and Scaramouche sighed again. However, many of the guests consisted of foreign royal family members and powerful nobles, and were considered the most important people of the year. To set aside an important guest to allow a concubine could cause an international problem.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there. I won’t let Prince Childe say anything strange.”

Lumine’s expression was still morose. After stewing on the subject, Scaramouche finally let out a sigh.

“I will ask the Empress if she can spare a seat. Some of the guests are subjects of this country, so we won’t have to worry about an international problem.”

The morning sun shone through the thin curtains, casting shadows on the floor in the shape of the window frames.

I yawned and raised myself from the bed. My heart wasn’t heavy despite the incident from yesterday. Perhaps it was because of Prince Childe and Queen…

I patted my face to wake myself up, then went to the bathroom to wash my face. Behind me, my ladies-in-waiting prepared the bathtub with petals and salts. My clothes were removed and I sank into the warm water, allowing my muscles to relax. I closed my eyes and leaned against the bathtub as the ladies-in-waiting massaged my head with careful hands.

After the bath, I put on a robe and went into the bedroom. As it was the last day of the New Year’s celebration and the day of the special banquet, the dress selected for me was extravagant, but not overly so, and simultaneously captured a sense of calm and elegance.

After getting dressed, I placed on my diamond earrings and crown. The crown wasn’t made for ceremonial purposes, and wasn’t too large and heavy. I looked over my notes on the special guests while the ladies styled my hair to match the crown.

However, before they could finish, one of Scaramouche’s secretaries arrived. As I was already dressed, I allowed him in, and the secretary had conveyed Scaramouche’s words with great embarrassment.

“Your Majesty, the Emperor would like a word with you.”

“Now?”

“Yes, it’s about the special banquet, so please come quickly—”

It had to be urgent if it was about the special banquet. I nodded and ordered the ladies to quickly finish my hair.

“We’ll put it back together when you get back.”

“Is that alright? I don’t want to bother you twice.”

“It’s fine.”

“Then you may have your breakfast first while I’m gone.”

Various scenarios about the guests ran through my head when I had followed Scaramouche’s secretary to the eastern palace. Did someone suddenly declare war on our Empire? Have one of the foreign guests complained about the country or did one of them offend us? Has anyone suddenly announced their absence?

“What’s going on?”

I immediately questioned Scaramouche as soon as I entered his room. Lumine was sitting on the bed, but I pretended not to know her. However, I did notice her staring at me—no, staring at the crown on my head, to be more exact.

I frowned in discomfort, but Lumine continued to stare with a bewitched expression and did not look away. Scaramouche was the first to speak.

“Can you make room for one more person?”

“Is something wrong? Are there any reports that Secretary Sucrose or the Chief Magician Albedo are able to attend?”

The secretary and the chief magician were those who originally had reservations. They were invited by Scaramouche, but they did not attend the New Year’s ceremony because they had declined as they were both busy.

“No, it’s not them.”

“Then…?”

Who on earth were we supposed to set up a seat for? I studied Scaramouche closely, who seemed caught in an awkward silence.

“I want to take Lumine with me…”

“…”

“Can you do that?”

“…”

“Empress? Why won’t you talk to me?”

I was going to apologise, but quickly shoved it down my throat as I felt it was not something I should be apologising for nor was it my fault.

“No, Your Majesty.”

Scaramouche’s brow furrowed at my flat refusal.

“One seat is fine. There is surely one or two people the Empress can ask.”

“It’s possible to ask for consent if they agree. But if Secretary Sucrose or the Chief Magician Albedo came, they would be offended by the sudden cancellation of the invitation…for your concubine.”

Scaramouche’s expression turned even colder.

“I have an idea on what your words mean, Empress.”

“The answer would have been the same if it had been my lover, or even if it had been another concubine that was not Lumine.”

“Then why don’t we exclude people such as Duchess Ningguang?”

“Unlike you, I do not wish to hurt the people I cherish, Your Majesty.”

“!”

I could tell that Scaramouche believed that I was a heartless person. It was clear as day by the lines between his brows were more obvious than usual, and the narrowing of his eyes.

“The empress is cold.”

“As I should be.”

“What?”

An international embarrassment could happen if Scaramouche disregarded his guests, and the blame would fall to him. But if I set aside a guest for Lumine, I would be blamed for doing something as simple as this to impress both Lumine and Scaramouche. A similar rumour had already spread after Scaramouche gave Lumine gifts under my name. While that incident was disgraceful on a personal level, disrespecting guests would directly be judged by society.

But Scaramouche’s behaviour wasn’t a mistake. Even at this moment, he was smart. He was forcing me to act this way to protect himself and soothe Lumine’s heart.

“I’m not intentionally being cruel. Lumine is your concubine, not mine. I don’t know why you’re trying to force me to do things even you, the Emperor, cannot do.”

I was too angry to explain it further to him, so I deliberately turned away. Scaramouche’s jaw was clenched and Lumine glanced at me with a frightened look, but I wasn’t feeling any better at all. I gave my farewell as etiquette as I could, and then left the room with a stately walk.

When I arrived at the western palace, I found the ladies anxiously waiting for me.

“You should have eaten without me.”

“How could we? We wondered if something terrible happened again.”

“You don’t look good whenever you see the Emperor these days.”

After calming them down, we ate breakfast together, but after that meeting with Scaramouche, all my appetite has vanished. However, I managed to slightly fill my stomach with some soup and pudding.

Afterwards, the ladies-in-waiting went to prepare themselves for the party, so I sat alone at my desk to check the schedule after the New Year’s celebrations. Firstly, I had to see off the foreign guests, as well as accommodate those that wished to stay longer. I had to also handle any reports of incidents thoroughly such as if any foreigner had a legal problem, it had to be settled before they crossed the border.

The day had passed quickly, and it was time for the feast. I took another look of myself in the mirror, and also saw that each of my ladies-in-waiting were splendidly dressed as well.

“Will you come to the party after the special banquet?”

“I don’t know. I have to check the time…what’s wrong, Yoimiya?”

“Ayaka—no, Lady Ayaka is ill and cannot go to the party. If neither you nor her come, I’ll just show my face and leave quickly.”

Yoimiya, who preferred to mingle with her peers, did not seem very interested in socialising with the other noblewomen.

“I’ll be there if you wait for me, Yoimiya.”

I gave her my promise, and Yoimiya smiled with excitement and quickly went to the grand hall for the party. The other ladies-in-waiting also followed suit, while I went to the Red Rose room for the special banquet.

Lively music filled the air, and the special guests were gathered together in groups of three or four. I walked towards Princess Amber, with a casual nod to everyone else, when I came across Grand Duke Dainsleif first, who was holding a champagne glass. A large statue holding a flower basket and sword and a servant carrying champagne bottles stood symmetrically on either side of him, leaving no other way to pass.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

A nod wouldn’t suffice as he was right in front of me, so I smiled and spoke to him. Before I bowed in greeting, it occurred to me that he ignored both me and Lumine yesterday.

“…Your Majesty.”

Fortunately, Grand Duke Dainsleif did not turn a blind eye to me this time. He didn’t answer my question, however.

“Does the food suit your taste?”

I gave him a small bow for the second time without realising it. Instead of answering me, he stared at me again. His long, sharp eyes were something fierce.

This was Grand Duke Dainsleif’s first invitation to the banquet, and I had never interacted with this man until last year. I had little knowledge of his character. All I knew was that he was a grand duke from a desert country, and had graduated first from a magical academy.

As I waited for his reply, Dainsleif asked me his own question out of nowhere.

“Is this the state of the Eastern Empire?”

“What do you mean?”

“In Khaenri'ah, the King’s and Queen’s emotions are one. ”

“The king and queen as one… That’s amazing.”

” …You know what it means?”

“Not enough to say I’m fluent. Only a few basic words.”

When I lifted my eyebrows, he opened his eyes in surprise and continued.

“If the King’s lover is in front of her, she would be killed immediately.”

“!”

“Are you not able to do that, Your Majesty?”

“I’m afraid that in this great empire I cannot kill a person for no reason, even if I am an empress. A trial must be held first.”

“Foolish that you cannot eat soup out of your own bowl.”

Was he saying that I didn’t have proper control of the Lumine yesterday? However, just as there were the laws in the country of Khaenri'ah, there were the laws of the Inazuma Empire. In my country, concubines were legally approved. And if an empress ever killed an emperor’s mistress? There was the strong possibility of the empress being thrown into prison.

Then what did that leave me? My whole future I had prepared for my whole life, thrown away just for a little excitement? Would I bet my life just to kill a runaway slave that stole my husband? Before giving an answer, however, Grand Duke Dainsleif left with his glass of champagne.

I gave a relieved sigh. He probably thought of me as pathetic.

‘How strange. It was Scaramouche that made Lumine a concubine, so why am I the pathetic woman?’

Unfortunately, Princess Amber seemed to have moved elsewhere in the room. I shook my head and looked around to find another person, when my gaze landed on Duchess Ningguang.

“Queen.”

There was a low voice from behind me. As soon as I turned my head, I found Prince Childe right before me.

“How are you—”

Before I could ask him how he was, he spoke again.

“I’d like to talk to you for a moment.”

Prince Childe’s expression was a mix of both serious and sad. He didn’t have his usual smile or proud bearing. I motioned for him to speak, remembering that he had helped me.

“It’s alright.”

Prince Childe picked up two champagne glasses from a passing servant, and with his eyes pointed towards a spot where the music was loudest and would cover our conversation. The open area left no room for the other guests to misunderstand, even if I was with the much-gossiped-about Prince Childe. He was a surprisingly thoughtful man…

As I admired him, Prince Childe extended to me a glass of champagne, which I accepted. He didn’t drink his, however, and simply fiddled with his glass, while I still stood and waited for him to speak. Finally, he carefully opened his mouth.

“I had read your message, Your Majesty. You want to keep our friendship only by letter.”

“You know that it’s me?”

All I had said yesterday was that I knew it was not Lumine. How did he know it was me? When I looked up at him, Prince Childe hurriedly waved his hand and gave an awkward smile.

“Don’t be alarmed. You did not make a mistake.”

“Then …?”

“Both Lady Lumine and her maid knew the contents of the early letters, but not the later ones. So I had thought about it. I found out that a lady-in-waiting named Viscountess Mona had recently transferred from the Empress to Lady Lumine.”

So that’s how he figured it out…

But I was still surprised. Rumours had it that Prince Childe was a womaniser, a cruel man, a person who kept bad company. I had never heard a rumour that he was exceedingly intelligent, and I smiled a little.

But the prince still looked forlorn, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was disappointed that I was the letter acquaintance, even though I’d rather not have it revealed in the beginning. It would be less embarrassing for the both of us to ignore it. So why was his face so stiff?

“Are you alright? You don’t look very happy.”

Prince Childe sighed as he stared at me.

“How can I be happy? I imagined us as good friends, but you want to pretend not to know me in real life?”

Was that really as coldhearted as it sounds? I would have thought he was exaggerating, but the way he looked so forlorn made me swallow my protest. He downed his champagne glass in one smooth motion.

“In fact, I don’t have many friends to share my thoughts with.”

Prince Childe set his empty glass down on the statue pedestal and continued, his voice thick.

“I know. It’s unexpected, isn’t it? Am I popular? Yes. I have many friends. I always have people around me, so you may think I am not lonely.”

“?”

“But that is only what you see. In fact, I’m very lonely. It’s not that I hate my friends—I have many good ones. However, as the prince of the Snezhnaya, I cannot honestly share my thoughts, and always have to be conscious of others.”

“!”

I looked at him in surprise. Those were almost my exact same thoughts. It was as if—as if Queen listened to me and delivered those words straight to Prince Childe.

“It’s not a problem about the people, but my own, so there’s no way to improve it…”

I stared steadily at Prince Childe, as I realised I wasn’t the only one with those thoughts. I had always believed Prince Childe behaved without regard to what other people thought of him, but it was all an act too…

“I loved being able to talk to someone without them thinking of me as ‘Prince Childe or ‘Crown Prince.’ Our conversations weren’t long, but I was happy to have someone exchange lighthearted letters to.”

“…”

I felt just the same. I became a princess when I was young, and this was the first time since with my family that I felt I could open up my heart. Not because there weren’t good people, but because “a good person” and “a person I can reveal my innermost thoughts to” were not the same.

“I’ve always looked forward to those letters. Honestly, I was even happier when I knew that my letter acquaintance was you, Your Majesty. And I had thought you would feel the same but instead you seemed reluctant and inconvenienced.”

Prince Childe sighed, his eyes becoming moist. As I faced those eyes, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I sympathised with everything he said, and felt further shame.

“We had the same thoughts, but different conclusions.”

Prince Childe looked at me with those wet eyes and sighed again, his mysterious violet irises glistening like jewels under the chandelier’s light. There almost seemed to be resentment in his expression. I could either be his friend, or I could end it like this.

“I understand what you feel, Prince Childe.”

“But you still only want to exchange letters?”

“I enjoyed them.”

“Outside of letters, it will be even more enjoyable.”

“…”

“You can just tell me that Scaramouche is a bitch.”

“Keup!”

I choked when Prince Childe tossed all dignity out of the window. Everyone stared at me as I coughed, and Prince Childe lowered his voice once again and whispered, “Scaramouche is a bitch.”

What kind of person…

Prince Childe raised his eyebrows and gave a silly grin.

“There is nothing more funny than watching someone suppress a laugh. Just laugh if you want to. ”

“…”

“If you don’t laugh, your heart will ache.”

Ache? Did he have experience in this?

His smile faded, as did his voice. For a moment, Prince Childe stared at the floor, his forehead furrowed in thought.

“Then, can you do something for me? I’ll keep it a secret you, my Queen, are my letter partner. And I’ll also keep it a secret that we are friends.”

“Are we friends?”

“Don’t you know that we’re friends, Queen?”

He gave a strange smile, then he pressed his lips together and continued.

“Instead, it can be like now. If we meet by chance, please don’t ignore me. And if the two of us happen to be alone, don’t avoid me.”

His voice was playful and the smile around his mouth looked light, but his gaze was serious. It sounded like a joke, but I knew it wasn’t.

He gazed at me with those earnest eyes, and I felt a strange sensation of my heart being squeezed lightly with fingernails.

‘They must be talking about me…’

Lumine stared anxiously at the doorway, where inside was the special banquet. It should go smoothly with Scaramouche there, but she was still apprehensive.

Would Prince Childe say anything strange to anyone? The Empress seemed unlikely to spread rumours, but Lumine couldn’t say the same about Prince Childe. Lumine bit her lip and sighed again.

“You look blue today. Are you feeling well?”

Baron Thoma appeared by her side and smiled at her teasingly.

“In truth, I’m not.”

“You’re very honest.”

Lumine smiled and nodded. After Scaramouche, Baron Thoma was her favourite person in the palace. He did not prejudiced her, and when rumours of her and Prince Childe had spread, she had heard that Baron Thoma stepped up to defend her honour. Lumine couldn’t help but like the older man.

“Rest assured, no matter how unruly Prince Childe is, he has no choice but to yield to our Emperor. Although the Snezhnaya Kingdom has been growing in power, it still cannot eclipse the Inazuma Empire.”

“Yes…”

“I will do whatever I can to protect Lady Lumine’s honour, so go enjoy the last day of the celebrations.”

Lumine nodded, and her mood lifted as she smiled. Those who did not scorn her gathered around her in ones or twos, and before long she was surrounded by people who were close to her or who wanted to be close to her. She preened at their attention, and whether because they were being thoughtful or not, no one asked her why she did not go to the special banquet. Lumine sipped wine that was surely five times older than herself, and happily accepted the praise that the nobles lavished on her.

“The contrast between your silver hair and your dark eyes is so enviable.”

“It gives off the feeling of purity, like a lily-of-the-valley.”

“Duchess Ningguang might need to defend her current reputation.”

Duchess Ningguang wasn’t present, as she was likely attending the special banquet, so today, more and more people approached Lumine instead.

‘Today, I am the butterfly of the social circles.’

Lumine was feeling pleasantly tipsy. Even before she became the emperor’s concubine, she knew beauty could be a poison. It was only after much trial did she learn how to use her own beauty as a weapon, but even then she found herself walking a precarious tightrope, always in danger.

But it was different here. Everyone praised her and loved her. Her protector was the most powerful man on earth, and no one could lay a hand on her.

“But didn’t you say you were going to the special banquet? Why are you here now?”

However, it was only less than half an hour later that someone brought up an uncomfortable question.

Lumine stared at the woman who spoke. She was not a memorable aristocrat, and did not have large possessions or had duties important in the Imperial Palace. This was the first time this particular noblewoman mingled with them. The other nobles turned silent at the question, but despite their curiosity, they did not speak up.

“It’s…”

Lumine quickly arranged her thoughts and made up a story.

“It’s because Lumine said it was alright.”

“Oh, Miss Lumine?”

“Important foreign guests usually go to the banquet. Rather than having Lumine attend, she thought it would be better to have someone who would benefit our country. ”

The nobles were delighted over her answer.

“Miss Lumine is so smart for a concubine.”

“Indeed. Many of the previous concubines only spent money and idled away, and held no interest in international affairs at all. Miss Lumine is certainly different from them.”

Lumine smiled shyly and lowered her eyes. Their admiration was as intoxicating as a drug.

“Lumine should help His Majesty.”

Lumine murmured that she wanted another drink, and a number of noblemen quickly offered her a variety of wine glasses. Lumine chose a flute with a light purple liquor, and the face of the young man she had accepted the drink from lit up.

Suddenly, Lumine caught a glimpse of someone over the young man’s shoulders. Someone who should not have been there.

The flute slipped from her hand, and the glass shattered on the floor.

“Miss Lumine, are you all right?”

“What happened?”

Lumine was unable to answer, and quickly jerked her head. But the one who surprised her was not there anymore.

‘Did I see it wrong?’

Lumine forced her heart to calm. Perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol.

‘I drank too much.’

While the servants placed the broken glass on a tray and wiped the liquor off the floor, Lumine repeatedly glanced back to where she had seen the man.

“What’s wrong, Miss Lumine?”

Baron Thoma noticed her strange behaviour and turned towards where she was looking, and she quickly caught the hem of his robe to stop him.

“Baron Thoma. I have a question.”

“?”

“For the New Year’s celebrations, if a nobleman doesn’t come on the first day…can they come on the last day?”

“Of course. Some may not be able to come to the festivities immediately.”

Lumine lowered her voice.

“Do rural aristocrats come to the New Year’s celebrations? Rural aristocrats with small estates? Do you not help choose the guests?”

“Yes, I help choose them. And even the nobility of a small estate can be invited.”

“Even if they haven’t attended for years?”

“Even if they haven’t attended for a long time, we still send invitations for that reason. We don’t leave them completely alone.”

Lumine’s lips started to quiver, and Baron Thoma’s expression darkened.

“Miss Lumine, what happened?”

Lumine shook her head, then took in her surroundings again and pushed her glass towards him.

“L-Lumine’s going inside. I think I’m drunk.”

She answered unsteadily and waved her hand to get out of the crowd. There was nothing to worry about if she made a drunken mistake, but if not—it would be dangerous.

That man…Viscount Lawrence. The lord of the estate where she was a slave. He knew Lumine’s face.

As she was leaving, a loud voice behind Lumine proclaimed, “What? Am I seeing right?”

Goose flesh erupted on Lumine’s back. Her face paled, and her eyes darkened in fear.

Lumine was reeling, and Baron Thoma hastened towards her.

“Miss Lumine?”

Baron Thoma called out to her anxiously, but she didn’t answer.

“‘Miss’ Lumine?”

The loud voice grew closer, dripping in mockery.

“What is this now? Have you changed your identity?”

The surroundings became deathly silent.

“The world is getting better isn't it? A runaway slave gets treated like a lady now? Hm?”

“So you stopped looking for your letter friend?”

“Yes. If they haven’t revealed themselves by now, then they never will.”

“But you wanted it badly enough to go public…”

“I don’t want to make them feel uncomfortable because of me.”

Prince Childe kept his promise. I awkwardly cut a piece of cake across the table where he was talking to a noblewoman. From time to time he looked at me, and I just smiled and nodded, hoping it wouldn’t seem odd.

‘He’s a good man…’

Scaramouche would have cut off Prince Childe if he said anything strange, but the prince said nary a word about Lumine at all.

The conversation went from Prince Childe’s letters to Grand Duke Dainsleif’s Kingdom, his magic, and how it worked in war. The grand duke offered only a few words, and did not speak about magic though he had graduated from a magical academy. He was equally silent on other topics, but my attention turned towards the door when it opened and someone came in. It was the captain of the guard.

‘What’s going on?’

Our eyes met, and he bowed towards me. Scaramouche still hadn’t noticed him, as his eyes were on Prince Childe.

“Your Majesty the Emperor.”

The moment Scaramouche turned his head, the knight delivered his message.

“You need to come to the grand hall.”

His tone sounded serious. There were only twenty people in the room, so everyone could hear what he said. All the guests’ eyes and attention were on him.

“Why is that?”

The captain seemed reluctant to answer in present company, but Scaramouche picked up on it and went outside with the knight.

‘What’s going on?’

I considered following them, but decided against it. If I was needed, then the knight would have spoken to me as well, and I wouldn’t be required if it had to do with Lumine or anything like that.

‘I don’t need to leave.’

I made up my mind and turned towards the guests again. When the time came, I left the Red Rose room and went to the grand banquet hall. I had to check on the other guests as well, and when the sun went down I had to inspect the fireworks.

‘I also made a promise to meet with Yoimiya.’

However, the atmosphere at the grand banquet hall was livelier than I expected.

‘Did something happen?’

People are usually tired out during the last day of the celebration. However, everyone would dress up for the last day, yet the energy was usually not the same as the first. From the entrance, I saw people talking and laughing, and the noise grew louder as I went in. I looked around confusedly, and Yoimiya ran over to me.

“Your Majesty, Her Majesty, did you hear?”

“Did something interesting happen? I’ve been in the Red Rose room, so I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Something very interesting happened.”

Yoimiya said in excitement, and she moved me to a suitable place for conversation. Nearby, there was a spread of crispy fried seafood, small dishes of pumpkin puddings, and milky coffee.

“You can listen while you eat. It’s an appetising story!”

“What happened?”

Yoimiya pushed a mango pudding and a fork towards me.

“Thank you, Yoimiya.”

“Do you remember Lumine?”

It was not a topic I was fond of. I grimaced slightly, but Yoimiya continued, despite knowing that I didn’t like talking about her.

“Do you remember the rumour that she was a runaway slave?”

“Yes, but are we not allowed to speak of it?”

Scaramouche had said he would punish those that did. Could they speak about this in a crowded place? I was worried, but Yoimiya shouted out before I could stop her.

“She really is an escaped slave! Viscount Lawrence arrived at the party for the first time, and he recognised Lumine!”

“Viscount Lawrence?”

“She was his slave, then she ran away!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. If the Emperor was here he would’ve stopped him. Not only that, the viscount had only been in the capital for a few hours so he didn’t know about the rumours about Lumine or the order not to talk about her. That’s why he openly said Lumine was a slave in public!”

“Ah…”

“Lumine said she was not, but everyone believed him. She looked mortified.”

Yoimiya snorted.

“All the nobles who came up to Lumine must have seen it now.”

“And where are they now?”

“When Lumine fainted, Baron Thoma carried her to her bedroom. Then the captain of the royal guard came and took Viscount Lawrence.”

So that was why the captain was looking for Scaramouche. For a moment, some foreign feeling welled up inside me. Was it…vindication? Yes. It must be. Scaramouche was furious when he suspected I spread false rumours about Lumine as a runaway slave. The resentment and sorrow I felt now turned to satisfaction.

However, there was a small corner in my heart that didn’t feel thrilled. What is this uncomfortable feeling?

“…”

I couldn’t figure it out so I decided to leave it be for now.

Now that I think about it, did Scaramouche not realized Lumine was a runaway slave when he had rescued her? Although, even if he did know, I doubt Scaramouche would hate her. After all, he had brought her here because she was pitiful and that he had a powerful desire to protect her. Whether he fell in love with her then or not, it was their first meeting. And whether Lumine was a commoner or a fugitive slave, Scaramouche would still love her. He would try to protect Lumine from mockery of others.

I didn’t know what would happen nor what is happening, but I did know that whatever it was, I did not want to get involved.

As usual, it was useless trying to avoid getting entangled with Lumine. Each time, it was either her or Scaramouche that got me involved with them, it was as if they were taking turns to do that to me. However, this time, it was Scaramouche.

As some of the foreign guests would return to their countries and the rest would stay longer at the southern palace. I returned to the western palace, leaving behind those who wanted to stay up for the drinking and revelry. I wanted to take a warm bath to relieve my fatigue of the day. My ladies-in-waiting also seemed exhausted, so instead of having them follow me, I sent them away to take their rest.

However, before I could even finish drawing the bathwater, Scaramouche’s captain of the guard came to see me. I had a sinking feeling the moment I saw him. For nearly a month, all the times Scaramouche summoned me out of the blue had been unpleasant encounters.

What on earth did he want this time? My mood dropped the more I walked through the long corridors, but I managed to control my expression. I hoped I could maintain it in front of my husband…

Finally, I entered Scaramouche’s bedroom in the eastern palace. Scaramouche was seated on a chair by the bed, and I also noticed that Lumine was on the bed with a towel on her forehead. I turned back to Scaramouche again, who had his eyes fixed on me.

“…I’ll take my leave now.”

The captain closed the door, and the atmosphere became even more oppressive. Scaramouche slowly opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you have anything to say to me?”

His voice was cold.

“Why exactly did you call me here?”

I spoke to him just as bluntly.

“Is that the only thing you can say right now?”

“That’s what I’m most curious about now.”

“You don't even blink at this situation.”

The first thought that came to mind was, ‘I must be doing a good job of controlling my facial expression,’ and the corners of my mouth must have tipped upwards as Scaramouche seemed even more offended.

“Are you happy that everyone thinks Lumine’s a runaway slave?”

“Are you going to take your anger out on me?”

“Empress.”

“I heard about Miss Lumine at the grand hall. I know you’re upset, but don’t take it out on me.”

“Did you think I called you to vent?”

“Am I wrong?”

“No.”

“Then why did you call me in the first place?”

He did not call me to be angry at me, yet his remarks and tone at me says a lot. He probably assumed I was happy that Lumine was discovered to be a runaway slave.

Scaramouche silently watched Lumine’s sleeping form. The ticking of the clock echoed in the room. Only after some time passed did Scaramouche speak.

“Did you really want to prove that Lumine is a fugitive slave?”

“That story again?”

“The Empress was born with a silver spoon. She had a great aristocratic family, enormous wealth, great power, a beautiful mansion, and a natural wit and beauty. But in spite of that, she still wants to be on top of everyone, including the less fortunate.”

It wasn’t a compliment in this situation. I looked at Scaramouche with narrowed eyes, and he sighed.

“Yet Lumine had nothing. She became a slave and had no memory or her parents or family. No property, no power, no home. She is just like the Empress who is smart and beautiful, she just doesn’t have opportunities for her.”

“…”

“And then she met me, and she had been trying to get these by herself. The chance to be loved, to eat a warm meal, to relax on a comfortable bed, to learn something.”

She also took my husband, but I didn’t say this because my pride was injured. I wanted to ask if he wanted me to sympathise with Lumine, but the words were stuck in my throat. So I just stared at him without a word. I couldn’t understand why he was talking so much—was he asking me to take care of Lumine's problems because she was in trouble?

“I don’t need you to understand Lumine. But you have the smallest compassion…can you give it?”

“Compassion?”

“The compassion the Empress shows here and there—for example, towards the orphanages, elderly homes, medical centres, shrines, scholarship centres. Why can't you spare that compassion for Lumine instead!”

Scaramouche exploded at me, but then he stopped himself and collapsed back into his chair. Lumine reached out with a groan, and he quickly took her hand. I noticed that she was wearing a shirt with wide sleeves that looked similar to the shirt I had given to Scaramouche for his birthday last year. I didn't want to admit it, but seeing Lumine wearing the shirt I had bought for Scaramouche and that my husband is treating his concubine better than his wife, made me clenched my fist.

“Lumine is your concubine, not mine, so you should take care of her. I’m not looking after her because she’s not my responsibility.”

“Who said you had to look after her? Ha. Don't make me laugh! I don’t want you to take care of her, so please leave her alone! And Don't even come close to her”

“Have I ever provoked her?”

“Yesterday in front of Prince Childe, when he insulted Lumine. Out of the two of them, Prince Childe and Lumine, you should have sided with Lumine if you don’t know who’s telling the truth! You should stand by your subjects!”

“As I said, I knew the truth, and sided with Prince Childe accordingly.”

“So you are saying Lumine lied?”

“It is you who believe in her innocence, not me. And everyone knew she lied so why bother defending her, Your Majesty?”

“Well, that was yesterday. How about today? Why were you trying to undermine her today?”

“You know I never spoke to Miss Lumine today.”

“You didn't. You didn't talk to Lumine herself, but you called Viscount Lawrence from behind her back.”

The air seemed to tense when he made the accusation. I knew it wasn't true, but he made it sound like it. I glared at Scaramouche.

“What are you trying to imply?”

“You wanted to prove that Lumine is a runaway slave, and so you brought Viscount Lawrence.”

“…I invited the viscount because of Miss Lumine?”

What kind of ridiculous assumption was this? I was dumbfounded as Scaramouche let out an exhale.

“Ever since I said that Lumine wasn’t an escaped slave, didn’t you want to prove me otherwise? Were you so offended by everyone loving her?”

“You’re speaking nonsense.”

I forced my voice to sound calm, but I felt ready to burst. Scaramouche stood straight up from his chair, his eyes flashing threateningly.

“Who knows the guest invitations better than the Empress? You must have been working hard. You even invited Viscount Lawrence.”

“Yes, I know the invitations very well because it is my job. However, I invited him weeks before Lumine even came to the palace.”

“He’s not an important guest, so why did you invite him to the celebrations?”

“As I said before…I’m not interested in every single thing concerning Miss Lumine. And you were confident that she was not a runaway slave. Under these circumstances, why would I not send an invitation to Viscount Lawrence? Adding on to that, how was I supposed to find out she was his slave?”

It was true, I didn’t even know that she was his slave. The only connection I knew was that Scaramouche had found her on the hunting grounds near Lawrence’s estate. Since then, I had never heard mention of it, and if Lumine was commoner, then Lawrence’s attendance was irrelevant. Yet somehow, Scaramouche thought I calculated Lumine was Lawrence’s slave? Me? I was dumbfounded. Does he think I'm not busy at all to find out about useless things?

“If you have any consideration—”

“You should take care of her yourself. You can’t expect me to look after her, even if I didn’t know she was Lawrence’s slave.”

“…You’re so heartless. A woman who has been living in poverty her whole life now wants to stand straight, and you don’t want to see it? You don’t wish to be tarnished? The Empress is such a horrible woman.”

"Maybe this Empress is sick and tired of you blaming her for every bad thing that happens to Lumine."

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The North Star - Part Two: Case of the Ex - Terry Bruno x Reader

Welcome to mine and @the-hinky-panda The Bronx universe featuring our favs Terry Bruno & Mike Duarte.

This story takes place several years after 'Blood Out'. Terry still lives in the Bronx and works in Manhatten SVU.

Following on from @the-hinky-panda story 'The Dog' Mike has retired from the NYPD on medical grounds due to seizures causes by the attack. He has a therapy dog called Bono and lives with @the-hinky-panda character Meredith.

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Part One: Moments

You make it over the threshold of your Squad Room with a few minutes to spare, the conversation from the car still playing in your head as you secure your weapon in the individualised gun locker and drop your lunch bag off in the kitchen. Your actions are mechanical, your body running on auto pilot because you’re struggling to process. There’s a disconnect in your brain between what you want and your prior experiences.

“It’s ok.” Terry had reassured you before you left the car. “I’m not mad, you’re not ready and that’s ok.”

It’s more complicated than that you wanted to tell him. It was an impulse ingrained into your psyche, a remnant of a trauma you had spent years trying to bury.

He turned in the driver’s seat to face you, his eyes meeting yours as he leaned in close. The scent of his aftershave was in your nose, lavender and sandalwood, it clung to his skin as his thumb brushed over the apple of your cheek tenderly.

“It doesn’t change how I feel about you.” He told you with an honesty you felt in the very depths of your soul. “I can promise you that.”

You were in a haze of memories as you made your way to your desk, your thoughts ricocheting like bullets in your mind. Then and now, Paul and Terry, two different men. The past and the present. Sometimes in the dead of night you wake up in a cold sweat and you hear that laugh, that distinctive and hearty sound. It rebounds in your brain and it’s like you can hear it all over again, echoing in your ears.

You freeze, your muscles seizing because you are hearing that sound again, only it’s real and it’s coming from your workspace. There’s a small huddle of detectives lingering in the vicinity, they’re hanging on every word that emits from Detective Paul Russo’s mouth as he perches on the corner of your desk. You have to hand it to him it’s a power move, a way of claiming territory in an unfamiliar battleground. It’s just like Paul, a subtle way of trying to put you in your place. You didn’t see it back then but hindsight in a fine thing and you see it now. The same man, playing the same games, years later.

“Don’t you guys have cases to solve?” You said, breaking up the congregation. “Leads to follow up?”

The detectives scatter like school children caught out on the playground, heading in different directions. Only Paul remains. His blue eyes meet yours, they are clear and vivid, his pupils reactive and normal. He doesn’t flinch from your gaze; he knows what your seeking and he allows you to have it.

“I’ve been clean for over a year now.” He informed you, his gaze still on your face.

“Good for you.” You told him before dropping into your seat. “Now get your ass off my desk.”

He complied, slipping into the visitor’s chair instead. He was still in your proximity, not far enough away for you to be unaffected, it made your skin prickle and not in the good way. You removed the paperwork from your satchel before setting it down upon the surface of your desk, followed by your laptop.

There was a silence between the two of you, you let it hang, hoping he would get the message and disappear elsewhere.

“Aren’t you gonna ask what I’m doing here?”

“You are here to consult on my Robbery Homicide case.” You said, pressing the power button on your work laptop to bring it to life.

“That is the correct answer.” Paul informed you, clearly surprised. “But I guess that’s why they pay you the big bucks Sarge.”

He pronounced the last word with an air of respect, praise rolling off his tongue. It felt like an ice pick being driven into your skull as you twisted your head towards him. His large hand reached out, covering yours momentarily, his thumb trailing over the gold stacking rings that graced your fingers.

“I’m proud of you.” he said quietly. “You said you’d do it, and you did.”

You remembered this version of Paul. Charming and alluring, gentle touches that lingered and a smile that seduced. How easy it had been to fall in the beginning, to get caught up in a man that seemed so handsome, so thrilling. It had been exciting, having all of his attention focused on you.

You withdrew your hand from his, dropping it into your lap because you remembered the other part too. The mania, the blown pupils and the red rimmed eyes, his excitable moods, his excruciating lows. The nights you’d wake up alone, because he was out God knows where, doing God knows what with God knows who.

“Detective Sinclair will take you through the case.” You told him, indicating to the workspace across from yours. “I have to be in court in an hour.”

His elbow came to rest on the corner of your desk as he leaned in close. He was clean shaven these days, his chiselled cheek bones no longer as gaunt as you remembered. Flecks of auburn shone in his hair from the fluorescent lights from above, and you wondered how many women he had corrupted since you. How many more notches lined his bedpost. The scent of his cologne was in your nostrils. It was one of the Ralph Laurens, something with bergamot and sage. It tasted bitter on your tongue.

“We’re going out tonight.” He told you, those bold eyes meeting yours as his voice lowered just an octave. “You, me, that place we used to like. We can see where the night takes us.”

His tone was dark and full of promise. It reminded you of the beginning, slow fingers drawing down the zipper of a little black dress. Fabric falling to the floor as that hot mouth plundered yours. It had happened quickly, your descent into madness and it ended in a storm of agony, blood and broken glass.

“I’m seeing someone.” You informed him, your eyes fixed on his.

“Oh Darlin...” He tutted, the edges of his mouth twitching up into a small smile. “He can’t do the things that I do for you…”

“No.” You said softly. “He does it better.”

It was a low blow, but it was worth it to see the devastation on those handsome features of his. For a moment he looks crestfallen, and you drink it in like a fine wine because what he is feeling right now is just a sliver of the pain, he’s caused you. The scars are still etched into your skin, they play out in your nightmares and invade your thoughts, stealing away your hopes and dreams because you can’t stand to lose yourself like that again. You won’t. What happened between the two of you ripples out from the initial point of impact and it affects everything. You were never the same after that.

“We’ll see.” Paul says as he raised to his feet and fastens the button on his suit jacket. “There’s plenty of time for the two of us to get reacquainted.”

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Taking a Gamble

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing, almost getting caught, mission sex, coming in pants, fingering, boners, Reader doesn't know Red Hood's identity

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I miss Jason. This is the result of that.

There wasn't competition in who was more impulsive here. You when you kissed him in a panic of him getting discovered, or Jason as he accepted the help of a random civilian and pushed her an empty room of a home belonging to one of Gotham's biggest casino owners. You knew why he was here, why anyone who broke in was here but your hope was to distract him long enough for the security to pass by.

"You need to leave." You warned against his lips. It was hard to get the words out when his hands were running all over your body, pressing you against the door, cupping and squishing as he liked.

"You say that but you're the one who kissed me. Planning on distracting me long enough to get me caught eh? Looks to me like you're the captured now." It was the truth, you had nowhere to go between the door and his firm body. In the moonlit room all that you couldn't make out much of him anymore, but his green eye were almost shining. "Why'd you do it anyway?"

The question made you roll your eyes, "Cause I'm sick of all the blood in the halls."

"There wouldn't be any. I'm not messy like you." He smirked as he presented you with evidence, his fingers wet just from swiping them across your pussy. "Oh! These are nice." The tips of your ears burned as your skirt was lifted up, revealing your damp underwear. What was wrong with you right now? You only meant to keep him for a little while. The kiss wasn't that good. "Are you... hold on..." His strong, gloved fingers took you by the chin and held your still, "Fuck. You're that bastards daughter. I knew these were to fancy for a mere staff member."

His feet pushed yours further apart, making room for his hand to slot comfortably between your legs. You could feel his boner press against your thigh, he wasn't fighting anyone like that. Shit. If only he left when you told him to.

"So what's a little spoiled princess like you doing kissing vigilantes? That some kind of kink of yours? Getting fucked by an enemy." Keeping your voice down was a struggle once he found your clit. He started rubbing it through your underwear, all the while keeping them taunt against your wet pussy, providing some much needed friction.

"The more things people uncover the more ruthless he becomes. I'm sure you know that too. And you... Red Hood, you could only be here for one thing. So I can't let you kill him."

"Kill him? And what, you think your cunt will stop me? I'm sure it's good but not that good." Your whole face burned when he brought his wet fingers to his lips and licked two of them. Next thing you knew those same two fingers pushed inside of you all at once. You could have closed your legs but why would you? What he was doing... it was much nicer than any of the boyfriends you dated just to keep your dad happy.

Almost too nice. He must have had a lot of practice.

You had trouble keeping your voice down as his fingers kept moving, pushing in and out, with a little come here tap when he'd pull out. He sensed that your whole body was still on alert, as nice as this was there was no way you could enjoy it with danger in front of you. "Relax princess. I'm not here to kill anyone, just gathering some intel. The only death tonight will be your little death."

"You're very confident." Jason laughed low against your ear as he pressed his hand against your clit and his cock against your thigh. You couldn't see it fully but you felt him twitch and twitch with each moan you made.

Subconsciously you spread your legs wider, trusting him to keep you balanced with his body and his other hand. It was more trust then you should have put in him but you couldn't tear your eyes away from his full lips. They called to you.

"Miss? Is that you?" Fuck! Actual staff.

"Ah! Yes, I... I'm..." You scrambled for an answer, you couldn't get caught fucking him. You didn't think it'd be like this, you had to think of something.

Jason wiggled his eyebrows at you as he speed up his hand, "Oh baby! You're so fucking tight around me!" He made a show of flicking his tongue at you in a motion that you knew would make you feel good if it was against your clit. As the silence on the other side of the door dragged on you felt like your heart would beat out of your chest. That and the pussy squelching noises were now the only sound your brain was able to register.

"Oh... you're... don't worry Miss, I won't tell your father. Just... stay safe." Your sigh of relief turned into a moan just as the footsteps started to get farther away.

"That was close." You locked your arms around him so you no longer had to see his smug face.

"I know you are princess. So am I. Let's make this quick, I've got places to be." His fingers made a quick scissor motion, spreading your cunt around him, his hand pressing against your clit at the same time. Your hips rolled against his hand one last time before you had to bite your bottom lip to try and keep your voice down. "Wish I had time to fuck you, bet you'd feel great around my cock." You felt his hips jerk unevenly against you, his pants filled with his cum.

As he pulled his fingers out of your still tight heat you let out a little whimper, missing them already. You couldn't look away from him, from his mouth as he took his fingers into his mouth and sucked. You thought he'd clean them before he hooked one on your lower lip and pushed the other in your mouth, your taste and his saliva mixing with yours. Before you knew it you were following them, he pulled them out way too fast.

"You're so cute princess. I'll be visiting against just for you." He adjusted his pants a little, cringing at something, probably the feeling of his underwear being covered in his cum. "Until then, keep this little meeting a secret."

Regardless of what he may find you were pretty sure you just got yourself a secret vigilante boyfriend. You took a gamble and it payed off.

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sanctum-stinker · 1 year

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SU🅱️REME TIME.

Cannot express the joy I feel in reading some of the tags you fellows leave. I wish I could reply to every single one of them with my gratitude, but unfortunately I don’t know how.

This is a post explaining 838 lore! There is literally too much text from what I have so far, so I’ll break the 838 involvement into two parts: Lore/Backstory and Involvement in the actual re-write. Yet again, most of what’s written here is only thought out for my own enjoyment and is never mentioned in the actual re-write.

This post will explain how 838 Stephen varies from 616 and the others, the change in the timeline because of this variation, the forming of the Illuminati and Supreme’s downfall and how that leads into the plot, as well as details of various supporting characters like Christine, Tony (Yep. He’s here because I said so) and Mordo.

I apologize for any spelling errors. I cannot proof read when there is more than three words on screen.

TIME TO GO TO FLAVORTOWN!

838 Stephen lore.

In this Universe, Stephen sought Kamar-Taj to try and bring Donna back. He was still in his early days of being a Doctor, and learns of Kamar-Taj through Jonathan Pangborn. After seeing him walk as if his spine was not snapped clean in two, Stephen’s curiosity led him to questioning John and leading him to Kathmandu.

This means that he became a sorcerer at a younger age and making him the youngest Strange out of the four main variants (Sinister is oldest, then defender, 616 Stephen and then 838).

As a result of his premature arrival Kaecilius was still a Master of Kamar-Taj and finds Stephen’s motives in learning magic to mirror his (death of loved one/s) and attempts to become his mentor, but Tao assigns Mordo to him instead.

Kaecilius is angered that Tao is allowing another student to be led blindly into joining the league of sorcerers and attempts to pull Stephen onto his side with his Zealots. Stephen agrees with his cause, believing this was the way to get Donna back and joins the zealots for a short period of time, learning of Dormammu and the dark dimension.

Later on Kaecilius and the zealots overthrow Tao, and Stephen is forced to betray Kaecilius to fulfill his Hippocratic oath. Tao sees the good in Stephen and gives him the title of Sorcerer supreme before she dies.

Stephen was not ready to have the title, and thus he is assigned Wong, who aids him as a sort of mentor, ally and bodyguard to ensure he is led on the right path.

Stephen, Wong and Mordo put a stop to Kaecilus’ operations, but Mordo, enraged that Tao would so impulsively gave the title to Stephen, leaves Kamar-Taj.

A short break before we get into the 838 lore that’s directly important to the plot. This break is bought to you by….

Wong’s new physical form!

He looks like that because I like comic Wong and he deserves the world. Benedict Wong is a god I will worship forever till death, but comic Wong is my uncle. Because of the pre-existing lore with the Peters looking different I thought it would be reasonable to have this Wong be different too. Stephen also has a couple of Variants which differ from the uniquely molded alien shape of Benedict Cumberbatch. My variant from universe 001 is Vincent Price to pay respects to the likeness they pulled from the actor in the comics.

ANYWHO, BACK TO IT!

The forming of ‘The Illuminati’

Because 838 Stephen was Sorcerer Supreme earlier, the world was introduced to the sorcerer’s and mystic order a lot earlier, as Stephen’s personality won’t allow him to work from the shadows.

As a result he helped in the ‘Battle of New York’ (naturally since he lives in the sanctum), and became acquainted with the Avengers.

After the battle ended Tony, who became paranoid of out of the world threats, created ‘The Illuminati’, a secret group of people who could handle these threats with their differing abilities.

Now, I haven’t exactly pinned who is a part of the group and why, and it doesn’t really matter as only Tony needs to exist for the re-write plot, but so far I have Reed Richards, Tony Stark (a variant inspired by Superior Ironman), Professor X and Bruce Banner/Hulk.

Tony still creates Ultron, though the details of all that I haven’t bothered to come up with. All that matters is that Vision exists now. [^^>] Also Wanda is there. Yeah.

Infinity War / Endgame

Timeskip to Infinity War because this is where shit goes DOWN.

Thanos has come for the stones on earth, and the black order were sent as a warning. When The Avengers failed, The Illuminati banded together as planned and manage to deal with the order, leading to Thanos’ direct involvement.

Stephen attempts to use the book of Vishanti to find an answer to the crisis, but only finds tactics which involved sacrificing half the universe, or extremely dubious methods.

Naturally he turns to ✨Dark magic✨ instead. Because he, at one point, was a zealot, 838 Stephen is more drawn to the Dark Dimension as he knows the raw power it offers.

He devises a plan with Wong, telling him that he would create a pact with Dormammu, selling a small portion of his soul for a sum of power. After Thanos is dealt with, Wong will use the book of Vishanti to remove the darkness from him and hopefully restore his soul by breaking the pact. Wong, knowing Stephen will only turn to worse methods if he refused, agrees to this plan and leaves to find the book which the two built a waypoint to.

Stephen makes the pact successfully, arrives at the battle at the last minute, and absolutely obliterates the shit out of that grape.

Unfortunately the use of such raw power weakens his physical and spiritual bodies, meaning the energies he absorbed from Dormammu become volatile and uncontrollable. He, ironically, becomes the threat as bursts of dark magic explode out of him as he tries to contain it somehow.

Seeing the damage Stephen was causing, and thinking there to be no other way out, Tony kills Stephen. He does it swiftly, shooting him through the heart with a repulser blast.

Wong, who had retrieved the book of Vishanti, arrives to see Stephen hit the ground and draw his last breath.

The Illuminati take Stephen’s body, as a shocked Wong is unable to move. Believing it was the best thing to do they cover up Stephen’s outburst, creating a fabricated story of sacrifice to save his honor and public image.

The Illuminati disband after their conflicting opinions on Tony’s actions.

Kamar-Taj Post Endgame

Mordo, much like 616 Mordo, that’s begun a moral mission to wipe out the sorcerers. Believing the finite supply of earth’s magic is I rightfully being wasted on people who don’t deserve to wield it, he begins picking off previous students of Kamar-Taj, slowly working up his power and gaining a reputation for his actions.

Wong has taken up the duty as the Master of the New York Sanctum, but spends a lot of time at Kamar-Taj fortifying and ensuring the waypoint to the book of Vishanti is not opened by anyone else.

With the Sorcerer Supreme gone, many insist Wong take the mantle, but he refuses out of guilt (and a healthy dose of self depreciation). The mantle remains open.

Mordo, after years of collecting magic and slaying (yass) sorcerers, returns to Kamar-Taj after Stephen’s death to take the position of Sorcerer Supreme. He shows his strength by battling the forces of Kamar-Taj and overthrowing the battalions. Wong and the masters immediately have Kamar-Taj evacuated, as they know battle would be futile. They scatter to temples and safe houses around the world, leaving Mordo free to take the title of Sorcerer Supreme. He finds no use in staying at Kamar-Taj and moves into the New York Sanctum.

Wong remains at Kamar-Taj after collecting what he could from the (formerly his own) Sanctum. He protects the waypoint he and Stephen created knowing now more than ever that people would likely come looking for it.

This all happens a couple weeks after Stephen’s death/murder, so Wong is unable to contact the Illuminati or move against them. He doubts he could make a difference regardless, and hides in Kamar-Taj afraid of what the outside world is doing to Stephen’s reputation.

Christine

Because Stephen stopped being a doctor at a younger age he never really reached the peak of his arrogance because he never really became powerful enough. Thus his relationship with Christine went a lot better.

The Ancient One also teaches him to overcome his grief and guilt regarding Donna (much like 616 being taught to overcome his disability), as that’s the conflict that lead him to Kamar-Taj. Because he accepted that part of his life he was more open to letting people in and facing his fears of being loved or loving, thus he continues his relationship with Christine.

Even after becoming a sorcerer he keeps in touch with her, and the two remain in good terms. She is, of course, his emergency nurse when shit hits the fan.

After he becomes Sorcerer Supreme he teaches her some of the basics of magic in hopes it could help her to protect herself in the possibility that his mystic life put her in danger. He teaches her most about the relics, as some of them can be used regardless of wether you have magic knowledge or not

They were engaged at the time of his death.

One of the members of the Illuminati (maybe Reed?) tells her about the true story as to what happened to Stephen, believing it was morally wrong for her to think Stephen simply sacrificed himself. She feels betrayed that Stephen would turn to Dark magic so quickly despite being so against it, and is left conflicted about her feelings towards him. She cuts everything off and buries herself in her work.

Wong is too overwhelmed with the pressures at Kamar-Taj, and then the overthrowing of the mystic order to talk to her, and is too scared to leave Kamar-Taj, as well as being afraid of compromising Christine and getting her killed.

Christine contacts Tony, and starts developing tech based around the relics Stephen had given her to potentially stop another mystically dangerous event such as Stephen’s outburst from happening again. This includes holding chambers, magic absorbing handcuffs and restraints and other paraphernalia.

She comes in contact with Mordo who admires what she’s doing and allows her to use some of the more ‘useless’ relics around the New York Sanctum. She makes him a sword (which isn’t used in the re-write but appears in the og movie), and cements herself in Mordo’s good books, as he knows he can use this to continue his mission which Christine is not aware about.

She later branches out into Multiversal studies, and that’s where we find her when she appears in the re-write!

Wanda and Vision

Because Stephen killed Thanos Vision is still alive! Thus Wandavision never occurs and Wanda is doing very well.

They got married!!

Vision and Wanda are still both Avengers, and work with the variants of whoever I decide is a part of the Avengers in 838 (if I ever do), but prioritize a normal life and time together over missions.

Vision becomes aware of 616 Wanda’s dreamwalking because of his abilities with the soulstone, and is confused as to what could be happening to his wife.

Vision, not just 838 but as a concept, is a much bigger thing in my re-write. He was the soul reason why WandaVision happened, and I feel should be Wanda’s driving motivation. The children are not real, and even if they were they only exist because of Vision, thus he should be the priority.

Bits and bobs

Because Tony is alive, and half the universe didn’t disappear, 838 is far more technologically advanced than 616.

Every Sorcerer after becoming a Master of the Mystic arts gets a metallic armor piece to symbolize their ranking.

838 is a lot more experienced with magic just existing because there isn’t as big of an effort to hide the sorcerers after Stephen’s debut in the Battle of New York.

Wong 💚

Thought it was interesting to have Tony kill 838 Stephen, because it’s a vice versa to 616 and offers our Stephen a look into a possible universe where HE was the one that died. Again, his guilt regarding Infinity war/ Endgame is a huge thing in this so I thought it would be fun to add some flavor with this.

Also, wether Tony is an RDJ Tony or not is undecided. Obviously it doesn’t matter because it’s never going to be made into a movie where actual critics will blast me for disrespectfully recasting RDJ after Tony’s death, but sometimes I like to think it through as if I really am a director (and the whole team). I think that the existence of a multiverse leads to a widow where we can look at different aspects of a character that couldn’t be shown in a linear storyline, so that’s how I (unnecessarily) justify the existence of this Tony variant.

Although his suit is inspired by Superior Ironman, Tony is in no way as malicious or evil as he is. He’s only inspired by him, he isn’t the character directly. He may have some of the qualities, but nowhere near enough to be considered evil or even bad.

Well, that hurt my head to write out. I hope it doesn’t hurt yours when you read it!

Asks are always welcome, as well as pointing out any plot holes you may see. The rewrite is all planned out solely by me, and thus I know I would’ve overlooked some parts that may be glaringly obvious, so please shout them at me!

If you read through all of that, first of all “wow”, second of all thank you *firmly shakes your hand*.

Thanks for your time! Laters!

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