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grantspectortrash · 2 years

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Lover Boy

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Jake goes on a mission for Khonshu and he’s away for months. You knew the deal when you became his girlfriend, it would never be easy. Now, he's come home.

Warnings/tags: Mentions of Jake's mission like murder etc and a bit of angst at the beginning, but no other scary things! Just fluff, cuteness & little implied smut at the end (but not 18+ so dw)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: ok this has been in my drafts for WEEKS bc I just wasn't sure if people had left their moon knight era already but hopefully not. Enjoy babies <3 any requests lmk!!

Jake is in the shower. Your apartment has become a bombsite since he returned only two hours ago. His bloody clothes are strewn across your sofa, his bag - full of god knows what - is on your coffee table and a broken vase lays shattered on the floor.

In truth, the vase was your fault. Jake had been gone months on a mission he could tell you nothing about. You hadn't had contact with him the entire time and, quite frankly, you were beginning to wonder if maybe this time being Khonshu's bitch just hadn't worked out. The big bird had used Jake for all he was worth and that was it - end of the line.

So, when he knocked on your door as casually as a pizza delivery guy, you had flipped your lid. Of course you were happy to see your boyfriend, but you were also fuming. You had screamed at him, and hugged him, and kissed him and then thrown something at him.

He understood. He knew how hard this life was on you. And despite the yelling and the vase, he was happy to be home. Now, he's enjoying the luxuries of being at home, washing all the dirt and blood off his body and using your vanilla and jasmine scented body wash. And you're in shock.

"The vase. Clean up the vase." You whisper to yourself. Luckily there isn't even any flowers in the vase, so the clean up is easy. The only time there were flowers in the vase was when Jake was home.

You sweep up the ceramic pieces and tip them into the bin. You'll just have to get a new vase, whatever. It shouldn't even bother you, seeing those pieces all smashed up, but it does. And when you close the lid of the bin, you cry.

At first just quietly, then, great heaving sobs. It's a mix of relief and pain and all your emotions congeal into one. You think of how many nights you spent alone, worried sick out of your mind. You think of your last date with Jake, and how wonderful it was, before Khonshu appeared and ripped him away from you. You think of the guy that tried to hit on you at work and you had to reject him - "Why though? I never see your boyfriend. He obviously doesn't love you."

That comment had hurt, and there was nothing you could do about it. You carried your hurt around for months - to work, to dinner with friends, when you were alone. And now, you let it out.

You make your way to the bathroom and rap your knuckles against the door. The water shuts off immediately. You hear Jake shuffling about in there, and then the door opens.

In the months that he's been away he's grown a beard, and his hair is grown-out and wild. You hadn't seen him like this before, and it takes some getting used to.

He's got a towel wrapped around the bottom half of his body and his top half is still glistening wet. Drips of water fall from his hair onto his shoulders.

Jake takes one look at you crying and pulls you into a hug, "Come here, I'm here now. I'm home. Estoy en casa, understand?"

You nod into the crook of his neck. He's warm against your skin and you don't care about getting wet because your tears have already dampened your cheeks and they're beginning to pool in Jake's collar bones.

He pulls away and takes your face in his hands, gently wiping your tears from your face. "I couldn't be happier to be home, bebita. Please stop crying. You've got me now, I'm back."

"I know." You sniffle, actively ignoring his longing gaze, "I know."

"Look at me." He turns your face with his hand and you do as he says. You can't help but smile, and he gives you a smile back. It's something you've missed, seeing him look at you like that, and your heart melts. You reach up to touch his beard, all soft and damp from the shower.

"I can't believe how much you've changed. I've missed you."

Without hesitating, Jake scoops you up into his arms. You make a squeak of surprise, but just laugh as he carries you into the bedroom.

"I've missed you too." He winks at you and kisses you on the cheek before setting you down on the bed.

The room has barely changed since the last time he was there; everything was exactly where he had left them the night he had to leave, but one of his hoodies is on the bed - one that you wore to sleep practically every night.

Jake smiles at the sight of it, and puts it on. You start to protest, claiming it's yours now.

"Hey, it smells like you. And it's mine. I'm wearing it." Jake is firm, but there's a smirk on his face, letting you know he enjoys the fact you've been wearing his clothes.

He takes the towel off and puts on clean underwear and comfy bottoms. You watch the entire time, mesmerised.

"I'm so lucky to have you. I don't know what I would've done if-"

You don't finish the sentence, but you don't have to. Jake knows what you're trying to say. He sits beside you on the bed and takes your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"Don't, princesa. I will always come back to you. Nobody will stop me from getting back to you. Not Khonshu, not nobody. Yeah?"

"Yeah." You nod.

Jake slowly wraps his arms around you and shuffles towards the top of the bed so his head rests against the pillows. You rest against his chest. Your legs intertwine with his and he sneaks a hand under your top to feel your skin against his. You run a hand through his hair and brush your palm against his beard.

You stay that way for a long time, not even saying anything. Usually, when Jake came home after a mission he would pounce on you immediately. And you would love every minute of it. He was intense and sexy and everything you had missed while he was away, he would give to you. Over and over. But this time was different. Jake had never been gone this long and this time he was gentle. Caring. He was more vulnerable.

"What happened? While you were away?" Your voice is barely a whisper. You don't want to make him uncomfortable, but you also want to know.

"Bad things. If I say too much...Khonshu...he'll make my life worse. He made me do things, Y/N. More shit than ever and...it's fine, y'know? Better me than Marc or Steven." He sighs, running one hand over his face, "I have blood on my hands and it was a mistake. Khonshu is in some deep cagada and made me hurt the wrong people...kill the wrong people. Innocent people. And all that time...it was too much. Even for me." Jake whispers back to you, the entire time rubbing his hand against your back in slow circles.

There's a tightness in his voice, and you can tell he doesn't want to say anymore. Perhaps can't say anymore.

"Steven and Marc, they've had it rough." Jake is absentmindedly moving his fingers back and forth against your skin, and you can tell he's feeling agitated. "I'm giving them the time they need but fuck, it's bad, baby. So bad."

"You're home now." You don't know what else to say. "You're home."

One of your hands is in Jake's hair and the other rests on his chest. You can hear his heart beating and he feels warm against you. Without thinking, you roll on top of him and straddle him around his waist. You plant both hands on the side of his face, his beard scratching at the palms of your hands, and you kiss him. Hard.

"No matter what happens," You say, barely pulling away from him. Your lips graze each others as you talk, "I will always be waiting for you. I will always be here for you."

"Ah, mi querida, what would I do without you?" He's looking up at you with that gorgeous smile, perfect teeth and rosy lips surrounded by his new, full beard. You can't ignore how there's a new scar, fully healed, on top of his left eyebrow.

"You'd crash and burn, pretty boy. Crash and burn." You reach a hand up to tentatively run a finger against the scar, Jake catches your hand and hold's it to his own. He brings your intertwined hands to his mouth and kisses the back of yours.

"Pretty boy?" He raises an eyebrow, the one without a scar, and smirks at you. It makes you laugh, harder than you've laughed in months, and you finally realise he's home. No more crying yourself to sleep, no more wishing and waiting to hear from him. No more nights watching reruns of shows alone or cooking meals for one - he's home and you can finally laugh again.

"Yeah, pretty boy." You smile at him, and when you've finally had enough of straddling him, you slide off to one side and cuddle into him. He wraps an arm around you and plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Pretty boy, gorgeous boy, my one and only boy," You continue, poking Jake on the nose with every single example, "My lover boy."

You go to poke Jake again, but this time he grabs your wrist at lightning speed and suddenly you're moving - Jake's settling you down on your back and he’s hovering over you with that sparkle in his eye that lets you know he's glad to be home too. Glad to be with you once again.

"Lover boy, huh?" There's a playful smile on his lips and he dips down to place kisses on your cheeks and on your neck.

"Mhhm." Your voice is already breathy - you'd forgotten what it felt like to be underneath Jake, but it doesn't take you long to remember. "My lover boy."

He nips at the base of your neck then, an action that catches you off guard and leaves your heart racing. You decide then and there that you're not letting another minute go to waste. Jake is home and he is yours and that's all you ever need.

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soubi122 · 2 years

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How Long? Pt 1

Two part one shot that has been collecting dust in my drafts.

Ranxreader. Warnings: Cheating, alcohol, toxic Ran, smut, suggestive, angst, mentions of murder, murder. No comfort! No Minors please, MDNI!

How long? It was the question that was burning your every sense of rationality. You stumbled into the scene in front of you by pure chance - you weren’t planning on going out. You weren’t planning to be made a fool in front of all Bonten members, in front of the public and in front of him…

Ran Haitani was your love, your heart, your world, your everything…

The relationship started out sweet, kind and loving. Two years into knowing each other, he finally asked you out - you knew who he worked for, you knew what kind of work he did behind closed doors and yet you still said yes. The next 3 years were spent in heaven, living with him, meeting his brother and his coworkers. They treated you nicely and were always supportive of your relationship with the older Haitani. As long as you kept quiet about Bonten, they didn’t care - Mikey did have a little chat with you privately, away from all ears. His chat was more of a warning than a welcome. You swore loyalty to Ran and Bonten. There was no question that you truly loved the man. Through multiple nights of him coming home bloodied and bruised - you were always there to patch him up. You were always there to greet him with warmth, with love and adoration.

When he would finally have a day off, you both would go to dinner, at a Bonten establishment of course; everywhere you both went - it was owned by them. The security measures taken were immense. All staff and underlings knew who you were and who you belonged to. You also met a few of the other members’ eye candy or at the time girlfriends while attending dinners or parties with Ran. Many of them were temporary fixes for what they wanted, a temporary high. Repeatedly, you were told how lucky you were for being able to keep Ran Haitani as he was the most notorious womanizer in Bonten. Though you were not one to flaunt your wealth, your beauty nor your fiance - you did feel a slight sense of satisfaction when Ran would reject a woman who would try and snake her way around him when he wasn’t directly in your presence. He was yours, no one else got to take him home, no one else got to love him and no one else got to fuck him.

Dinner tonight was going as planned, a formal dinner with Bonten meant that you had to look your best and be on your toes around the admins and executives. It was nothing out of the ordinary for you now. Your sleeveless long black dress clung tightly to your figure as you walked through the entry way with your fiance. The high slit had the dress looking quite sinful as your hair was parted to the side, exposing your neck and earrings. A small black choker adorned your neck and black block heels compliment your look. Ran’s eyes were fixed on you throughout the night as the dinner took place. You were the only woman who was not in skimpy attire - yet all eyes were on you. Rindou often told you how lucky Ran was to have you. Sanzu tried his hardest to snatch you away from Ran. Kakucho and Kokonoi were always complimenting you on your work and efforts with Bonten. Takeomi and Mochizuki often asked you for romance advice as you treated them all so well with respect and professionalism. And Mikey, he rarely says anything but on events like this, he can’t help but steal glances at you and make you blush with his innocent gestures.

“Gentlemen, we closed the deal with our rival gang - tonight we celebrate Bonten’s success.” Kokonoi announced as he held a glass of champagne up high, everyone else raised their glasses with him and cheered. During the dinner, Ran was running his hand along the slit of your dress and teasing you. Whenever someone struck a conversation with you, he would either gently pinch your thigh or snake his hand higher. He would catch you off guard sometimes that your voice would randomly squeak during conversations. Rindou knew all too well what was going on. He would only send a smirk your way when you would face his direction. Ran enjoyed having you at his mercy during these parties because you always tried your best not to break in front of the admins. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered filthy things that made your skin burn. “I want to bend you over the table right now…show’em who owns this pussy…” A shiver would run down your spine as you knew he was more than capable of doing so.

Conversations were attempted by the other women, but Ran made it clear to them that you were his. The other girls were shamelessly clinging on to their boytoys and palming them under the table - it was rather obvious. Sometimes Mikey had to clear his throat to avoid someone getting fucked on the table or to avoid someone getting a blowjob under the table. Your actions with Ran were always kept behind closed doors - though there have been times where he’s had you bent over his office desk and your soft moans would bleed through the walls. They knew you were getting railed in his office.

The night continued with music, drinks and more drinks - both of you were pretty hammered. It was a first, getting this drunk in front of them. Only Ran has seen you intoxicated, whether it’d be from booze or his dick - it was a sight for him only to see. You were on his lap, running your hands down his chest and leaning in to place soft kisses on his jaw and neck. At this point in time, you didn’t care who saw you, you didn’t care who saw Ran’s hands up your dress and you sure as hell didn’t care that the other women there were getting jealous that you snatched the attention off them. “Ran…let’s go home…I want you…” You softly whispered in his ear as your hand traveled further south to palm his hardened member. He chuckled and titled your chin up to face him. “Yeah? My baby wants to go home, wants to be taken care of?” His tone was low and husky and made pools of honey between your legs. For you to take such bold actions in front of everyone, it was new and exciting to him - he wanted to see more of this side, it was all to stroke his ego.

With a gentle moan, you nodded as he slid a finger into your core, making you bite your lip. Soon, there were a few groans echoing across the room as Sanzu’s date was blowing him in front of everyone. Kokonoi’s date followed suit and also began to take care of the aching bulge in between his legs. Mikey had long since retreated to his office when he heard the sound of someone’s zipper being pulled down. Takeomi’s date was straddling his lap - grinding herself onto him. Mochizuki and Kakucho took their dates elsewhere to have a little privacy. Rindou’s date was giving everyone a show as she lifted her dress higher to ride him reverse cowgirl. They were sitting right across from everyone else. The sounds of moans, groans, slick and gags enveloped the room with a thick cloud of smoke and lust. You were getting needy, you wanted to feel him between your legs already - the wait was killing you.

You straddled Ran’s lap and were fumbling with the zipper on his trousers. “Right here?” He snickered as your drunken state was taking over. Your glossy eyes looked up at him, desire reflected in your orbs and who was he to deny you? “Please…I-I need you.” Your breathy tone had him tracing circles on your clit, making you gasp and mewl into his neck. “Show’em who’s the only person who can make you cum…” Ran said as he moved your panties to the side, lifting you just enough to get his tip lined up with your entrance. He slid his thick cock into your core painfully slow. You buried your face into his neck and tried to muffle the moans that were bleeding through your mouth. The room went slightly quiet when Ran bottomed out and let out a low groan loud enough for everyone to hear. The men in the room were witnessing something sinful from you for the first time and they were basking at the sounds of your sweet moans. You were always so sweet and shy - despite your relationship with Ran, you were never tainted by Bonten’s filthy ways. To see you letting go, it was making their cocks harder than they already were.

You shifted the bottom of your dress a bit to not get it caught between you and Ran. Then you began to move, riding his length slowly - your body was on fire from the sensation. Ran gripped your hips and guided your movements. He knew all eyes were on you two. His ego was being stroked from his little show. From their point of view - they could only see you bouncing on Ran’s lap but it was enough to make them imagine your figure riding their cocks. Soon a loud moan interrupted everyone’s train of thought. Rindou’s date was now moaning loudly and touching herself, she was trying hard to get everyone's attention. Neither of them gave in to her, well - only one person did…

Too drunk on liquor and his cock to notice that other actions were taking place in front of you - you kept riding him until your coil started to tighten. The sweet innocent sounds of your moans were beginning to get louder as Ran gripped your hips harder, picking up the pace and dragging his length with vigor along your walls. To try and muffle your own moans, you crashed your lips into Ran - the kiss was passionate and full of desire. He was the only one who could get you there, the only one who could make your legs quiver and send you spiraling into bliss. Your eyes were screwed shut as you were devouring Ran’s lips, it was heaven. “R-Ran…I’m close” You whisper into his lips as the familiar numbing sensation begins to burn through your core. “Go on princess…” It was all the permission you needed from Ran to throw your head back as your pace quickened and you became a babbling mess - moaning and whimpering as you came around his cock. Your moans captivated everyone else in the room - you were a goddess among men. The bewitching sound of your breathlessness had them on edge. They could see your legs quiver as you came down from your high. It was heaven.

The next morning, you woke up in your king sized bed with Ran sleeping next to you. His handsome face looked so peaceful, it made your heart flutter and you reached out to cup his face. “Good morning love…” He said with his eyes still closed. You smiled and leaned in to wrap your arms around his head and pulled him close to your chest. “Good morning my love.” The sudden wetness that pooled between your legs made you flinch. Oh my god… You thought to yourself as you realized what happened last night. “Ah, so you remembered last night’s little escapade?” He says chuckling into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Ran…did we? In front of everyone??” You ask still in disbelief. A bright red blush burned your cheeks as you recall the sensation of riding his cock on the couch. Ran hummed a yes and began to grab a handful of your rear end. “You were so naughty last night…I just couldn’t say no to my princess.” You squeaked as he pinched your left cheek and kneaded the flesh with his large hand. “I was fully clothed, right? I didn’t strip like Rindou’s date?” You giggled at the thought, you vaguely remembered seeing her riding Rindou and letting out exaggerated moans. No offense to Rindou but it was too much. “Nuh uh, your bare body is for my eyes only princess.” “But, we should show off more often - gotta remind them who you belong to…” His tone was much more cocky than usual. “Ran! Oh my god, no way!” You laughed at his request, it was insane to even think that you would let them see that side of you. It was a secret treasure for Ran only. “Tch…it was worth a shot.” He said disappointed at your shut down.

Several weeks passed since the whole affair in front of the executives and admins. You profusely apologized to them as you were not in the best state of mind that night. Mikey was only upset that he wasn’t there to witness you break. Everyone else was ok with it, they enjoyed the show and now teased you a bit - making you blush. Hangouts were becoming a little more frequent and it looked like Rindou also found someone he could keep - the same girl who was riding his dick that night of the dinner. Somehow you became acquainted with her. Every now and then you would go to lunch with her or go shopping with her. She felt like a little sister to you - you were trying to straighten her out in terms of moving forward with her education and career. The eye candy thing was really for money to pay for college. Little by little, you two became closer - to the point where she was coming over with Rindou for dinner or for a movie night. Hanging out with her gave you an outlet. It was finally nice to have someone to talk to about life - being Ran’s fiance was difficult because of his position and involvement with Bonten. You didn’t have any friends, it was not only for Bonten’s safety but for yours as well.

Things kind of changed after Rindou’s girlfriend dumped him, you tried to stay in touch with the girl but she completely ghosted you. Maybe it was because you knew Rindou and she was afraid that she would run into him again or maybe it was the thought of being around someone associated with him was just too uncomfortable for her. Sanzu and Kokonoi were hellbent on taking Rindou out to a bar to get shit faced for him to get over his now ex girlfriend. “Of course my love - just be careful. Please keep an eye out on Rindou - you know what Sanzu will try to do if he passes out unattended.” You say sweetly on the phone to Ran, he called you to ask if it was ok for him to stay out with the guys after work. You trusted him. He’s never given you any reason to doubt him. You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. It was about seven o’clock in the morning, you quickly darted up and checked your phone for any missed calls or messages from Ran. Nothing, you got up and walked out the bedroom with your cellphone in hand and called him. You were worried, he always came home or at least let you know if they were planning on staying at someone’s place. The sound of a phone vibrating on the coffee table caught your attention. As you walked over, you saw Ran sleeping on the couch - you exhaled softly and grabbed a glass of water for him. You knew he’d be thirsty when he wakes up, he’ll probably be hung over too. You set the glass on the coffee table and placed a small blanket over him. He stirred in his sleep and groaned. He was such a baby when he’s sleepy.

It was almost noon and Ran was still sleeping on the couch, you figured it was time to wake him up and get some fluids in him or else he’ll be really dehydrated. You walked over to the couch and gently nudged him, “Ran, hey- you gotta drink some water or else your hangover will be worse.” You say softly while shifting your hand to his head and running it through his messy hair. He groaned like a toddler, eyes barely opening and he pouted. Seeing him like this always made you giggle, for such a tall and menacing man - he was such a baby. “What time is it?” Ran asks as straightens up. You hand him the glass of water and tell him it’s noon. “You are so good to me…” He says as he cups your cheek, he’s never really had anyone take care of him as it was always just him and Rindou. He would be the one taking care of things, never really getting the chance to be taken care of. Throughout the upcoming weeks, he was hanging out more and more at the bars with Rindou and the rest of the men. You didn’t mind, after all Rindou was just as important to him - you wouldn’t wanna get in the way of that. But…

Ran was often coming home late, irritated and reeking of booze and cigarettes. You thought he quit smoking, but his habit came back and bit him in the ass. His demeanor changed. Little by little he was spending less time at home. He became cold, a once occupied bed now remained empty - it was starting to become too much. You tried your best to keep him happy, to give him all your love and affection. You would apologize for things that weren’t your fault, you tried to fix things little by little just so that you could see him smile again. They say people are most honest when they’re drunk - his honesty is what hurts the most. Saying things like ‘here comes the ball and chain’, ‘why can’t you just bend over like a good girl in front of everyone?’, ‘you know I could find someone better out there right?’, ‘I shouldn’t have slipped that ring on your finger’. He was taking jabs at you left and right. But you swallowed your pride and bit your tongue, it was only when he was drunk - when he sobers up, he'll apologize and say he didn’t mean it…right?

Ran would end up spending nights away from home, he'd say he's working overnight at the office, or that he's staying with Rindou for 'urgent' business. You didn't really mind as work is work and it's something that can't be helped. You'd text each other saying goodnight or 'I love you', but these messages started getting emptier, despite smiles and kisses. Soon, the messages ceased all together. How could you dare say something to him when you knew he was spending time with Rindou due to his break up on top of that he had Bonten duties. You kept biting your tongue and nodding at him when he would say he’s leaving with Rindou to the bar. He wouldn’t bother asking you for permission anymore. Executive dinners became less frequent. When you would see Kokonoi or Kakucho - they would ask if you were feeling better. Why would they ask you that? Oh Ran said you weren’t feeling well, that’s why you didn’t go. You couldn’t bring yourself to call him out on his bullshit. But their eyes were sharp, they noticed the pain in your eyes - he lied.

Finally, he was home one night. “Ran…want me to run a bath for you? We can get take out and…maybe, you know…” You wrapped your arms around him and raised your eyebrows suggestively, it’s been months since he’s touched you, let alone even spare you a kiss. His body tensed and he slowly peeled your hands away. It stung - you knew there was something wrong but you were in denial about it. “I’ll shower and go to bed, I have a long day tomorrow…” Was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone - he didn’t even turn around to look at you.

Sitting in the warm bath water, your mind kept piecing things together. Rindou looked sober, didn’t reek of cigarettes and avoided your gaze. Was Ran really going out with Rindou? You tried your best to ignore the light purple marks on his chest and shoulders - passing them as bruises from his occupation, you tried to find any other excuse in the book to explain the lipstick marks on his white button ups. With Kokonoi and Kakucho’s question earlier, it started to become crystal clear. There was someone else, but who? You leaned back and submerged yourself completely. You clutched your chest and screamed - it was the only way to release a bit of the anguish without drawing attention to yourself. The water silenced your screams, your lungs were burning at trying to fill themselves up with air - you snapped up out of the water, gasping and shaking. No, it can’t be…he loves you, right?

A few minutes later you walk out the bathroom and make your way into the bedroom - Ran was already laying in bed, asleep. You wanted some sort of sign that you were mistaken. He said he loved you, he put a ring on your finger, he used to come home to you every night…used to. Laying down next to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and gently roamed your hands on his toned stomach, the perfect V that was carved into his hips…it felt so familiar yet so new. Your dainty hands made their way south, his member was getting hard - it made your heart flutter. Just as your hands were going to dip below his sweats, a firm hand gripped your wrist, it was painful. “(Y/N), what the fuck are you doing?” He sounded annoyed. “…let me take care of you-” Your words were almost a whisper and were cut off by his venom laced words. “I can’t even fucking sleep in my own bed…” He spat out those words with hatred as he began to get up. You snatched your hand back and jolted up. “Ran, I’m sorry.” You reached out for his hand but he put his hands up in a defensive manner and backed away. That action alone was enough to break you. “I’ll sleep in my office, its the only fucking place where I can be in peace.” The knot in your throat was making it hard to breathe. “Don’t go…please…” You said as you closed your eyes and pleaded. The only other thing you could hear were his heavy footsteps heading out the door. You tried calling him a few hours later to apologize, maybe you were in the wrong for touching him without his permission. He did say he had a busy day tomorrow…right?

There was no response, your calls and messages were left unread and just in limbo. You weren’t able to sleep and decided to get a drink at a bar across town - somewhere far from his office. You didn’t want to pass the office without potentially running into Ran and making him upset again. It was a Bonten establishment but it was more on the casual side. So no need to dress up, no need to make appearances for important people. You were in jeans, sneakers and an oversized t-shirt…his t-shirt. Sitting at the bar in a room full of strangers felt oddly safe - it was no different from being at home. The moment you asked the bartender for a drink, their face went pale, they recognized you as the fiance of Ran Haitani. “Don’t worry, I’m not here on formal business…just need a drink - that’s all.” You said and smiled, reassuring them that they weren’t in any trouble. They nodded and scurried away to fetch your drink. As you waited, you heard a crowd cheering loudly behind you. It sounded like a bunch of frat boys having a night out.

Making your way through the crowd with your beer in hand, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to face someone you weren’t expecting. Sanzu was staring at you wide eyed, he was trying to score with a stranger tonight, but he was not expecting to see you. “Haru…?” You say as he slowly backs away. “Wait!” You say and give chase. Why was he shying away from you? He was always so eager to get his hands on you before. While trying to catch up to him, someone bumped you pretty hard and you fell to your knees, dropping your beer in the process. The crowd separated when you fell through the circle of people. The sound of the men loudly cheering made you look up in their direction. You weren’t prepared for the jarring scene in front of you. There stood Ran Haitani with 3 scantily clad women, one of them being Rindou’s ex girlfriend. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, he was taking body shots off each girl, followed by kissing each of them with intensity. What hurt the most was that all Bonten members were there, all but Kakucho and Mikey. You were left paralyzed on the floor, your legs couldn’t move and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Everything started to get blurry when the tears began to well in your eyes, something in you snapped. Rindou jolted up to his feet when he noticed your figure on the floor. “(Y/N)?!” The rest of the members turned their heads in shock.

You got on your feet and walked up to Ran, however, Rindou intervened. He saw right through your intent. “Get your hands off of me!” You yelled as he tried to pull you away from the scene. “Ran! How could you?!” You continued yelling through the crowd as Rindou swung you over his shoulders. The look on Ran Haitani’s face was smug and there was no trace of remorse or guilt. In the alley of the bar, Rindou finally set you down and you shoved him, there was rage in your eyes - rage that’s never been seen before. “You mother fuckers knew? This whole time you all have been smiling in my face knowing what Ran was doing behind my back… Not just that, the fucking girl I welcomed into our home?? Are you fucking kidding me?” Venom was coated on each and every word that came out of your mouth. He couldn’t say anything in his defense, he knew you would find out one way or another - he just didn’t know it would take this long. Ran was sloppy with his cheating, he always got caught. How you didn’t find out sooner, it was a complete mystery to him. The sound of the exit door slamming open made you both turn around. Out walked the devil himself - he was drunk and had a scowl plastered on his face. “What the fuck are you doing here (Y/N)?” Your blood was boiling, how is he going to question your presence when you just caught him cheating with not one, not two but THREE women.

Rindou couldn’t react in time to stop you, Ran was met with your fist to his face - your knuckles hurt from the impact. “Fuck!” You said while holding your hand, it hurt. “How long?” You asked in a low tone as you balled up your firsts even tighter, your knuckles were turning white. Ran snapped up, he was taken back by the blow to the face. The kind and loving woman he knew was gone, the person who stood in front of him was a woman with nothing but hatred in her heart. “(Y/N)-” He began to say, but you were quick to cut him off. “HOW LONG, RAN?!” You spat, the bile was building up - you wanted to throw up. Your hands were trembling and your lip quivered. “For weeks I’ve been trying to do everything for you, to keep you happy and I kept trying to fix things - things that I thought were broken. I kept blaming myself over and over again for not being a better partner - hell, you actually made me believe I wasn’t a good person. In reality, you just didn’t have the fucking balls to tell me that you didn’t love me any more.” The sudden realization of your own words made you back away from them, it was painfully clear that he stopped loving you not long after Rindou's breakup. As you began to walk away, you could hear Ran chuckle - “…she’ll be back - she can’t live without me.” What a fucking jerk.

There were protocols that needed to be followed when one was involved with a Bonten executive or admin. Permission to leave was rarely granted, you were either leaving in a body bag or not at all. You headed to your so-called home and packed only your important documents and small essentials. The next phase was going to be hard, seeing Sano Majiro and requesting his permission to leave, you weren’t sure whether or not you’d walk out of his office alive. Pulling up to the Bonten office, you dragged your duffle bag with you and made your way to Mikey’s office. The other offices were empty, only one light was lit at the end of the hall and you knew he was there. Mikey rarely leaves his office, rarely goes out and overall - he rarely sleeps.

Your soft knock on the door echoed through the empty offices. “Enter…” It sounded like he was expecting you. Seeing the emotionless look on his face made a knot in your throat - you didn’t know what to expect from Mikey. “I’m sorry to bother you Manjiro-” “Mikey…don’t use my real name.” He cut you off, but it wasn’t a warning nor a lecture, he was casual. You apologized and walked further into his office, the duffle bag was set on the floor as you sank into the office chair across his desk. “I’m guessing you know why I’m here…?” You say softly as you try your hardest not to cry. He hummed in agreement. “So what do you want to do exactly?” His question felt like an interrogation. “I want to ask for permission for permanent leave.” You were scared. He could hear the fear in your voice, how could you not be? “Did you talk to Ran about this? He’s still your fiance.” Mikey asked while analyzing your body language. You shook your head no, “He’s dead to me…I want nothing to do with him. He has other women to entertain him now.” The bitter words left your mouth without a second thought.

“Regardless of that bastard’s actions, I will still remain loyal to Bonten - I just don’t want to be anywhere near here.” Your voice began to crack, the adrenaline was starting to wear off and you were feeling the full effect of everything that happened tonight. “You know I can’t just let you walk away, not with everything you know… ” His low tone made a shiver run up your spine. You looked up at his static orbs, there was nothing behind them - they were empty. You realized that it was a moot point to leave, there was no way he’d risk it. “Mikey, you can end it for me then. I hold only what’s mine in this bag, burn it or throw it in the river along with me. Ran did say I can't live without him after all.” The sudden words made him realize that you were desperate. To continue living without Ran Haitani, was already a death sentence. “There’s no going back (Y/N)...” He said while inching closer and putting the barrel of his gun on your forehead. “Thank you for everything, Mikey.” You smiled with tears in your eyes and leaned into the barrel.

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Part 1

Sunday Afternoon naps.

Ominis X MC

Warnings: soft swearing and angst. Mostly fluff kissing at the end

Summary: Ominis finds you napping in the Slytherin common rooms and sits with you. Worried about your safety on your adventures once you wake up you and him get into a fight.

Soft snores escape your lips as you lay on the sofa in the Slytherin common room. Ominis smiles to himself as he continues to sit on the floor back leaned against the sofa reading his book. He had found you there sleeping tucked under a blanket peacefully shortly after breakfast. He had not seen you during the meal and wondered how long you had slept in this spot. The room was empty as everyone els was out enjoying a particularly warm winter afternoon. Sounds of sleeping noises made Ominis wonder what it would be like to sleep next to you. Letting out a sigh he returns to his reading to only moments later have it abruptly disturbed by Sebastian flopping down in an armchair cross from them.

“Well hello there” Sebastian says in a low voice as to not wake you. Despite his reverent tone Ominis still feels the need to shush Sebastian.

“She looks rough.” Sebastian remarked, ignoring Ominis’ warning.

“Well she has been out for a couple hours.” He laughed, smiling inwardly picturing her messy hair and probably a bit of drool.

“No, I mean the bruise on her cheek. And he knuckles all bloodied.” Sebastian said worriedly.

Ominis felt like an idiot; here he has been sitting next to her waiting for her to wake up completely oblivious to his friend's state.

“Bruised and blood…” he almost whispers to himself. Stomach in knots Ominis starts to panic. Seeing his friends distress Sebastian tries to help the situation

“You are only not used to this information because you can not see. She often returns from her adventures in states worse than this. Although it is out of character for her to sleep like this.” The news hit Ominis like a ton of brick. He cursed his inability to see and care for you. As Imelda passed by she stops to laugh

“Still sleeping? I thought that the draft I gave her would only give her a good morning's rest, not knock her out for the entire afternoon! I need to get my proportions right!”

“What draft?” Both of the boys shouted back to her. Waving her hand in front of her face knowingly she says with a wink

“Came sneaking back to bed in the wee hours of the night after disappearing all day covered in blood and bruises no less then the silly girl tossed and the rest of the night. I figured she needed some rest so I slipped a little sleeping potion into her tea this morning. Figured it would do the idiot some good seeing as she never gives herself a moment to breathe.” Picking up the cup as she walked inspecting the empty dish.

“We should wake her now. I don't see her being particularly pleased with you over losing most of her Sunday Imelda.” Sebastian said with a grin picturing Y/N giving their friend a good tongue lashing.

“Only a true love's kiss can wake the princess.” Imelda shrugged, looking between Sebastian and Ominis.

“Oh you both are a couple of yellow bellied cowards.” She laughed, bent down and kissed Y/N. Your eyes flutter open at the tickle and see Imelda above you eyes sparkling.

“Oh hi, ready for breakfast?” You yawn sitting up.

“Did I fall asleep? How long was I out?” You question staring around slightly confused by all of the worried faces staring back at you.

“More like dinner at this rate! Waxburt brain over here put a sleeping potion in your morning tea.” Sebastian laughed gleefully, throwing Imelda under the bus.

“Dinner?” Without hesitation you blast Imelda in the face with the nearest cushion.

“I had homework to do you bitch!”

“I was only doing you a favor.” She returned the pillow with equal force. You wince at the contact remembering your bruised rib. Rubbing your side you admit

“I probably could have used the rest.” Ominis could not bear it any longer, the sound of your pain only making it worse.

“Where were you?” He questions brows furrowed.

“Here all day apparently.” You laugh back.

“You know what I mean. Don’t play coy with me.” He is almost beside himself. “What is so worth constantly putting yourself in harm's way? Why fight the goblins so? Why not leave it to the ministry?” He adds.

“I am the only one that can fight them.” You softly reply trying to shrug off his worry.

“No you are not. You can’t be. That is just pride; others have fought them without your power. You do not have to go this alone.” He stands fists clenched.

“I fight for people like Anne. People like that poor man from the ministry. People like Professor Fig's wife. The goblin in the vault. I fight for those who can no longer fight.” You are now also standing, feeling hurt by this sudden attack.

“What, so you can end up like them?” He shot back.

“I will not sit by while evil is hurting those I can protect.” You shake your head frustrated by his obstinate

“You have no regard for your well being! Look at yourself! Do you even try to formulate a plan and ask for help? Of course you don't, you just rush in head first.” Ominis face was hot and angry, his words bit into you.

“I will not ask another to put themself into this fight. I can do it. You have no idea the power that I weld. I can do this. Do you have no faith in me at all?” Tears start to flow down your cheek as you move closer to Ominis.

“I can not risk anyone getting hurt.” You whisper, taking his hand. Boring into his sightless eyes with your own willing him to understand.

“You are also of value.” He breaths back.

“I can do this.” You insist. “I will do this” your forehead meets his softly resting against each other. Cautiously his hands reach up to your face. He can feel the wetness of the tears on your face, the lump from the bruise on your cheek, a cut on your bottom lip.

“Please stop this. There has to be another way.” He pleads. You shake your head softly. Then press your lips to his for the first time. Desperately trying to communicate all of your complicated feelings why you had to stop this fight and why you couldn’t risk someone like him getting hurt. Now both of his hands are on your face and he leans into the kiss. In his own way employing you to stop. To be safe. You break the kiss, turn, run up the stairs and out.

“What just happened?” Sebastian asked, staring bewildered at where you once stood. Ominis touched his lips silently feeling the flush of his that was not going anywhere soon.

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yo you post your fics on AO3? if so please share your user babe

omg yes I do! you can check my swiftywrites tag but

Masters of the Air:

Kingdom for a Kiss - WIP (60k written, 48k Posted) Long-form Postwar exploration of Clegan's relationship and their trauma. Updates weeky. Explicit.

“I wasn’t the one all but begging to be shot by the guards for months on end there Bucky.” Buck shakes his head, laughing sharply. His anger was a living thing now and he aches with it “Nah, nah, not me. No, I was the one dragging your crazy ass back from the brink time and time again. Trying to convince those fucking Germans your sorry carcass was of more use alive than dead, trying to keep the men busy and motivated while you fucked about. You're welcome by the way.” He jabs a finger in John's direction, who stares at him taken aback. “So’s I don’t see much of a reason why I should let you come up into my home and cast your judgments around.”

Bucks chest heaves, great gulps of air like he’s once again racing through snow-covered German trees. He can tell he’s shocked John into silence, the other man's eyes darting back and forth. Buck averts his gaze, brushing his hair back from his face. That’s twice now he’s lost himself at the people he cares about. Twice now he’s bitten a hand reached out in kindness.

Gale takes a deep breath to compose himself, tucks the jagged angry edges of himself back to face inwards. “You said you would write.”

Little Beast: Ongoing. Porn with a bit of Plot modern au of Burnout John and Priest Gale. 9k of them fucking and arguing. p2 is in the drafts and will be part of a series of stories. NSFW to the max

“It’s such a shame you’re cooped up in here like Rapunzel there Buck.” John drawls lazily. He makes a show of looking around “Is Mother Gothel nearby?”

Buck has to fight back against another smile, wouldn't give him the satisfaction or the encouragement “Father Huglin is away at a conference today.”

“All alone without a chaperone.”

press your tired hands against my lips darling: Finished. 3K word re-write of the Bucks final conversation in the cockpit. Loose prequel to KfaK but with some minor inaccuracies Mostly SFW

Gale takes John's hand, brings the scarred knuckles to his mouth and holds it there, turns their hands over til he can place his lips to the pulse point at John’s wrist. It’s not a kiss, there’s no press or pursing of lips, but tender nevertheless, intimate in a way that makes Gale shudder. Cautious of whether John will even allow this.

“I ain’t prayed in a long time,” Gale says whisper-soft. He feels John’s pulse skip a beat, “but I prayed every day you were safe and alive and coming back to me. Every morning, and every night.” He lets himself cry again, tears hidden against the scarred skin of John's hand.

The Old Guard:

in another life maybe you and i would be walking down an aisle in white: Finished Joe/Nicky (18K) Art Professor Joe & Art Conservator Nicky reconnect after ten years. This one is uh. Sad. Mind the tags. It's an incredibly personal piece to me and probably one of my favorites .NSFW

Dear Joe, you have always been the brave one and I wished every moment for even a drop of that. Perhaps that is why I claimed you as mine, out of a desperate need to have even an ounce of what made you, you. I desired you but I would not, could not ever let you in. I loved you and kept you and hurt you, keelhauled you against the impenetrable ship that was my heart and when the ragged pieces were left behind I still asked of you your silence.

It is no wonder our love was left in bloody tatters on that lawn.

Make me a Saint: Finished (8k) Nicky and Nile mete out some justice to a corrupt priest. NSFW for violence. Mind the tags. As of right now, my most popular fic

“ I was a priest before your bible was even written old man ” Nickys voice thunders in the tiny room, crackling over the walls like fire. Even Nile flinches at the sudden volume. He takes another step forwards, bracketing Father Marcus’ arthritic twisted feet with his own.

His voice does not shake.

“I preached the word of God before your language was even invented . I have known the church for longer than you can comprehend. I have seen great men and evil men take up the word of the Lord and I have seen them all rendered dust. I have seen you and I have judged you, Father Marcus. The Church may practice restraint but I do not. The diocese may have turned a blind eye I but I do not. The courts may have found you innocent but I do not .

Calcification of a God: Finished (4K) Nicky has a lil Menty B and then Joe gives him a bath. Mostly SFW if I recall correctly

“I think,” Nicky says “If I were God, it was you I modeled humanity after. I think if I were God I would have left my throne in heaven to walk beside you and I would have been richer for it”

Yusuf chuckles “Death makes you sentimental my darling.”

Wolfstar:

Oh Captain, My Captain!: Finished, 1.6k Drabble of Wolfstar cuddling and reciting poetry. SFW

He cups the back of Remus’s head, presses him further into the safety of his body with a hand on his mismatched, misaligned rib cage and rocks them slightly. Remus grunts slightly. Sirius hides the teeth of his smile against the follow of his own neck and allows the curtain of his hair to cover them both for a moment. He listens to the two of them breath, always slightly out of sync, out of rhythm. Remus quick and labored, Sirius racing to catch up only to find himself charging ahead only to drop back behind when he tries to slow down.

“ If I vibrate with vibrations other than yours, must you conclude that my flesh is insensitive ” That doesn’t fit quite right, so he tries another, brow furrowed and fingers tracing the knobs of Remus’ spine like the knots on a tree, with reverence and a little hint of greed.

#swiftytalks #swiftywrites #my fics #wolfstar #clegan #joe x nicky #the old guard #masters of the air #just thought i would take this chance to compile all the links

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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taking care

pairing: soft!dark nick fowler x curvy!reader

warnings: innocent/naïve reader. violence. mentions of blood. mean!nick. mentions of injury. minor character death. smut. choking. gun violence. pet names. hair pulling. spanking. i think i’m missing stuff so please let me know if you think anything else should be tagged!

words: 7.4k

notes: this fic has been sitting in my drafts for a couple weeks and i haven’t reread it in a while so apologies for any errors. genuinely idk where this story went and i know i didn’t bother trying to make it make much sense - it was really just an excuse to write nick fowler smut and then this all just kinda came along with it lmao. also - can i just say that i am big anti baths but honestly, i’d get in a tub with this man any day of the week 😙

i feel like, by now, we should all know not to expect well written endings from me and this fic is no exception. idk man lol

as always feedback and comments are always welcome. thank you for reading and reblogging 💜

“I really wanted to trust you, sweetheart,” he said, sounding disappointed as he stared down at you. “I was so sure I could trust you.”

“What?” you said, taken aback by his words as you stared up at him from where you were made to kneel in between his legs. “You..you can. You know you can,” you continued, trying to hide your hurt though you were sure it was written clear as day on your face.

His hand was caressing your cheek softly as his eyes continued to gaze stoically into yours - giving nothing away.

When you had gotten home, after putting away the groceries in the kitchen, you found him in the den. He was just sitting in his chair near the fireplace- the glow of the flames illuminating him and accentuating the sharpness of his facial structure. He sat there, almost unmoving - looking like a work of art.

You were going to call to him, but were instead momentarily stunned by the sight of him before his clear, blazing blue eyes suddenly shot to yours as he heard you enter. His gaze froze you to your spot with the chill it sent through you. He stared at you a moment before speaking.

“Come here, princess,” he called to you.

You blinked at him before making your way over. You had heard that pet name many times before, but something about the way he said it was different now. It sounded wrong, cold. So unlike the wickedly sweet way it normally sounded coming from his lips.

When you were stood right before him, he grabbed your hands in his and pulled you down, urging you to lower yourself onto your knees before him.

To say you were confused at his words would be an understatement. You had been with Nick for the past two years and had started living together just around the first. He had moved you into his home with him a few months shy of your one year anniversary, promising you it would be perfect. And the place itself was perfect. It was in a newer, quite expensive, neighborhood with few neighbors living in the houses near his.

And his house was amazing. High tech and as luxury as you had ever seen in person. You had no qualms about the place you’d be moving to, you were just a little trepidatious, worried things were moving too fast. But of course, Nick convinced you it wasn’t too soon, that when you loved like you loved one another, these things could never be rushed. Not when it was always meant to be. You’d get to spend more time together, you’d save money on rent, and he’d be able to keep an eye on you - to keep you even safer.

You knew Nick’s line of work was dangerous, but you never felt worried about something bad happening to you. You knew he’d never let that happen. You were always his top priority, and had been since the day he first laid eyes on you. Rather, your concerns were in regards to his safety. When he would come home after long weeks away, you finally felt like you’d be able to breathe again. He’d always call or message when he could, but of course you’d still worry. Especially on occasions when he’d get home bloody and bruised. Sometimes you thought it hurt you more than him. But you were always there waiting for him. Always there to patch him up and take care of him when he needed you. And you always would be. You’d promised him as much.

You were closer to Nick than you had ever been with anyone and you’d never felt such an intense connection the way you did with him. You never knew how deep love could be before you met him. You would trust him with your life. You did trust him with your life. And after all this time, you thought he felt the same.

But apparently not.

You weren’t sure what had come over him or what exactly brought this on, but his current behavior was unsettling to say the least. You felt like he was keenly watching every little movement you made and taking note of each reaction you had as he stared at you. Looking for some sort of tell, something that would betray your innocence. But what did he think you were guilty of?

Whatever it was, he wouldn’t find anything. You hadn’t done anything to cause him to question his trust in you, you were sure of it.

“You don’t have to lie, sweetheart. There’s no point now, anyway,” he said as his fingers ghosted along your cheek.

“Nick, I swear,” you said, shaking your head in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.

What are you trying to accuse me of?”, your hurt even more evident now, “I haven’t done anything wrong,” you insisted earnestly.

It was only when he brushed his knuckles along your cheek that you dared to move. You gingerly grabbed his hand in yours and as you pulled it down to hold it, you then saw the blood and bruising. You looked up at him, eyes wide as you finally took his appearance in more closely. You noticed what appeared to be dried blood stains on his crisp white shirt, but as you scanned his face to see if he was hurt, you found no sign of injury. So the blood wasn’t his.. The only give away he was injured at all was his hand. No, hands, you realized as you pulled away only slightly to run your eyes over him again, needing to be sure he wasn’t hurt, before you noticed the bloody knuckles on his left hand, matching his right.

You weren’t new to seeing Nick like this, but you were normally more prepared. If he was due home from a mission, you knew what to expect. You had time to prepare and steel yourself against the sight of him possibly walking through the door wounded and bloody. He wasn’t normally a hands on kind of guy. He preferred to avoid hand to hand combat when he could, “less messy,” he’d say. But from the looks of him, it seemed he had been in some kind of altercation. You just couldn’t think of how that would have happened in the few hours you had been out. It’s not like he had been gone on an assignment, he hadn’t had any work since he came back last week. So when did this happen? Why did this happen? Why was he sitting here looking the way he was? Treating you like you were in on some conspiracy against him.

“Princess,” he tutted as his eyes burned into yours and his expression grew harsher. Your hand in his, being squeezed tighter. “You’re gonna need to stop lying to me, before I get even more upset.”

“I’m not lying,” you stressed again. “Please - please, just tell me what’s wrong. What happened?”

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice the little hushed conversations you’d have with him every time you’d go out?” He dropped your hand from his and you moved further back from him as he leaned closer to your face, scrutinizing every emotion that passed your eyes. His question served only to confuse you further because you really, truly had no idea what he was talking about or to whom he was referring.

“Don’t play stupid, baby. It’s not gonna work this time,”

This time? What was that supposed to mean? You wanted to ask, but knew better than to let it slip from your lips. He was obviously upset and lashing out, and you knew you needed to figure out what he was going on about before he was too angry to deal with. Nick would never hurt you, you knew that, but he had a way of taking his anger and frustrations out on you that would leave you feeling him for days. Normally you didn’t mind, but seeing as his ire was now directed, in part, at you, you felt a little more… nervous. He had never spoken to you like this before and you certainly were not a fan of it. He was making you feel uneasy.

“Nick, I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about or even who you’re talking about,”

“I saw you on your way out earlier, princess. What did you tell him, hm? What did he say to you to get you to smile so pretty for him?”

You sat there, mouth agape and brows furrowed as he spoke so condescending towards you. You thought back to when you were leaving today, who had you seen on your way out? Who had you talked to? The only person you could think of was Johnathan.

Yeah, it was Johnathan. He stopped you on your way to your car, asking about when would be a good time for a double date night with you and Nick and him and his wife. He’d been trying to set something up for a while, since they had moved in a few months back. Nick was evasive the couple of times Johnathan had caught him outside - always asking when you two were free. It was odd, certainly, but you had never thought anything of it. Only that he seemed to be a friendly neighbor, maybe overly so, but nothing more.

And certainly Nick knew better than to assume anything more than friendly, courteous conversation was happening between the two of you anytime you may have spoken. You were just being polite.

“This is about Jonathan?” you asked, almost disbelieving. “Seriously, Nick? He said hello and asked about you, like he always does before I told him I had to get going. That was it. That can’t be why you’re so upset. Will you please, just tell me what happened?” you tried asking again as you reached for one of his hands to examine more closely.

“Let me get you cleaned up and-,” you soothed before you found yourself being shoved down onto your back. The movement was sudden and unexpected. As you found yourself pinned down onto the hardwood floor, Nick on top of you, his hand wrapped firmly around your neck as his ice blue eyes raged with betrayal, you didn’t have time to scream and only managed to squeak out in protest before he spoke. He was mere inches from your face as your hands instinctively grabbed onto his forearm while he held you tighter.

“I told you to stop lying,” he spit out as you stared up at him in complete shock. You tried to speak but the hold he had on you, the way he was choking you made it nearly impossible. He stared into your frightened eyes for a moment before he loosened his hand from your throat and you coughed out, desperately trying to regain your breath as your head lolled to the side. He immediately grabbed your face and brought you back to looking directly up at him while you heaved.

“I’m not lying, Nick! What the hell is wrong with you?” you cried beneath him, trying to push him off but getting nowhere. He ignored your words, clearly not satisfied with your answer and seemingly unphased by your fighting against him as he continued staring into your eyes. When you stopped thrashing, he let out a heavy breath, letting his head fall slightly, his forehead against yours.

“I’ve already forgiven you, princess. I promise. I just need you to tell me the truth now so we can move past this,” he bargained as his thumb brushed away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks.

You stared perplexed yet again as your brows returned to their furrowed position.

“The truth? The truth is I haven’t done anything. I still have no idea what you’re talking about or what happened while I was gone- I-”

You were interrupted by Nick scoffing and huffing as he hauled you roughly up from the floor. He had a tight grip on your arm as he pulled you to him. You crashed into him with the force of his pull before he spun you so you were in front of him, your back now to his chest, as he urged you to walk in front of him while he led from behind.

“I really didn’t want to do this the hard way, sweetheart, but you’re leaving me with no choice.” he said as he moved you both to the garage. “You’re gonna tell me the truth, in your own words, one way or another.” he promised.

As he shoved the door open from behind you and urged you in, you were stunned by the sight you were met with. You gasped in shock as you stared at your unconscious, bloodied and beaten neighbor tied to a chair. The walls of the normally empty garage and the floor beneath him were covered in plastic. You were genuinely lost and felt like you were on a delay as you just continued to stare, begging your mind to catch up.

What had Nick done in the few hours you had been gone and why?

“Let’s start off easy,” he began as he spoke into your ear. “How long?”

“How long, what?” you stuttered out in a whisper.

“How long have you been planning this? How long have you been working with him?”

“Working wi- what? Working with him? What are you talking about, Nick? What the hell is happening?”

“He said you’ve been in on it since before we met.. But I know that’s not true. Can’t be. Because I’m the one who found you, not the other way around. I don’t believe you’re that conniving and I know you’re not that smart. So, tell me. When did he get into contact with you and when did you decide to work with him, huh?”

“He said what?” you asked shrilly. “I swear to God, Nick, I met him when you did. I’d never seen him before in my life. And I wasn’t working with him on anything? What does- what does that even mean? Look, I don’t know what happened, I don’t know what he told you, but he’s lying. Whatever he told you, he was lying! And how could you believe him,” you finished, your voice on the verge of breaking.

He stayed quiet for a minute, then his grip left your arms. You stayed still in your spot while he was still close behind you, close enough that you felt it when he was reaching for something. You weren’t sure what he was doing until he moved his arms to wrap around your waist lightly as his hands crossed in front of you. As you slowly looked down at his hands, you saw his pistol being held in his right hand. He leaned down to rest his head on your shoulder as you continued to stay as still as you could.

“Nick,” you nearly whimpered. He sighed, nodded his head and placed a gentle kiss on your neck before he spoke.

“I believe you,” he said, standing up straight.

It happened so fast. You had instinctively turned around into Nick the second you saw him raise his gun. With his left hand, he pushed you out of the way as he stepped in front of you and aimed his pistol at Jonathan - firing a single shot into him without a second of hesitation. You jumped at the sound of the shot as you were looking away from the scene while your eyes watered and your hands covered your mouth as you silently gasped in shock.

Nick put his gun down on the workstation next to him and turned to you, walking to where you were standing. He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you before moving a hand to hold your head against him as he tried to comfort you.

“Sorry, angel. You’re so gullible, so easily persuaded into things, I just had to be sure,” he began as he moved to walk you back into the house. His calm was a stark contrast to your terror filled debilitation.

“He got inside after you left and tried to sneak up on me. Honestly, he’s probably the worst trained agent I’ve ever come across. I heard him coming from a mile away.”

You were back in the house, he guided you to the den and sat you down on the chair he had been previously occupying in front of the fire. You were clearly in shock as he continued speaking.

“Got him tied up in the garage, I told him to talk but he didn’t want to. Took a little work, but eventually he broke and told me all about his secret assignment. And then,” he paused, taking a deep breath before letting out a light scoff, “he brought up you,” he said as he caressed your face gently.

“And each time your name left his mouth, I couldn’t stop myself from punching the living fuck out of him. He passed out and I came inside and waited for you to get back. You know, he was shitty at every other part of his job, but he sure knew how to get under my skin.. The rational part of my brain kept telling me he was full of shit, I knew he was, I just- I hated even having to think about the possibility it was true.

“But sweetheart,” he said as he grabbed your face, making sure you were looking him in the eye before he continued. “I want you to know that even if you had been working for him, with him, whatever, that I would have forgiven you.

“I know you weren’t, I know you didn’t, but if you had, we would’ve moved past it. Because no matter what, we belong together. You’re mine. And I know how much you love me. I know you’d do anything for me. And I’m sorry I had any doubt.”

He was squatting down in front of you as you were finally starting to process everything. Your breathing became quicker and quicker and your mind was racing.

“His wife, Nick. What about his wife? She’s gonna- she’s gonna be looking for him. What are we gonna do? What do we do? He’s- he’s, he’s dead, Nick. He’s dead. In our garage. What do we do?” you rambled as you began to cry again, leaning forward into him desperately.

He pulled you to stand up and held you once again.

“There’s nothing to worry about, sweetheart. I already sent some people over to his house. There was no one living there but him. He’d been staking us out since he moved in. Working for some rebel agency after he was dismissed in the academy. Never even made it into the bureau. But don’t worry, it’s all taken care of, I promise. No one’s missing him except whoever sent him, and we already have plans on how we’re gonna deal with that,” he assured you.

You stayed in his embrace, the only source of comfort you had. You were still upset and you wanted him to know it, but you didn’t want to lose his touch or push him anymore than he had been pushed today by getting angry and blowing up at him after everything.

“I wasn’t working with or for him. I have never told him anything about you,” you said quietly into his chest as your lip wobbled. “How could you accuse me of doing something like that?” you asked as you pulled back to look at him, his eyes much softer now and full of sorries. “You’re my everything, you know that. I love you, I would never go behind your back. I would never want to get you hurt in any way.

“I would never do that to you. I could never do that to you.”

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as he nodded.

“I know, princess. I know. I’m sorry,” he said solemnly. You just hugged him tighter as he held you.

“Your hands,” you suddenly remembered. “Let’s go upstairs,” you said.

“Hey, angel,” he stopped you from pulling him further, “I think you’re still in shock. I just shot a man in front of you, you don’t need to be taking care of me right now. I’m taking care of you.” You stared at him a moment in silence, gently biting your lip trying to keep yourself together.

“You killed him,” you said bleakly.

“I killed him, yeah. I shouldn’t have done that in front of you, I’m sorry.”

“He was trying to kill you first, though,”

“Yeah, he was.”

“And he was trying to make you believe I was in on it,” you added.

“Yes.”

You just nodded against his chest as you leaned into him again.

“He had it coming, but that has nothing to do with me doing it right in front of you. Don’t try to rationalize the trauma,” he lightly chuckled. He was pretty accustomed to death. He had seen his fair share of it and his hands obviously weren’t clean of anyone’s blood, either. Though that certainly wasn’t something he ever wanted for you.

“It’s normally pretty difficult for people the first time they see someone die,” he said softly.

“The first time?” you said, sounding stressed. “The only time. First and last,” you said seriously.

“First and last,” he promised.

You later found yourself wrapped in your bath towel, sitting on the edge of your bed while Nick dried himself off with his own. You had cleaned his hands yourself before he ran a bath for the both of you. Sitting in the bubbles, you just laid with him in the warm water while his hands trailed up and down your body. You didn’t talk, just enjoyed his presence. That was until the realization that you could have actually lost him today hit you.

You looked up at him and tugged him closer to you as your eyes threatened to spill over with tears. Nick hushed you softly as he kissed your head.

“I can’t lose you,” you whispered.

“You aren’t going to, princess,” he assured you. You soaked a little while longer before you moved to the shower together. You were now clean and a lot more relaxed after being comforted by him all night long.

Nick moved over to you, standing before you as you sat on the bed. You looked up to him with a small pout and puppy eyes and just raised your arms up to him. He laughed a little before he bent down to your level, allowing you to wrap your arms around the back of his neck, hands finding his hair as you pulled him into a soft kiss. He gently pulled away from you and tugged your towel off of your body before he pulled his own off of his waist and tossed both of them to the wayside as he immediately went back to your soft, waiting lips, his hands framing your face while he deepened the kiss.

You broke away for a breath, staying nose to nose with him. Quiet and softly, you spoke with your eyes closed as your foreheads touched, “You’re my first and last.” The sweet reminder of the fact that Nick indeed was your ‘first’, in a lot more than just sex, and that he would absolutely be your ‘last’ as well, seemed to only frenzy him as he returned his lips to yours hotly.

“Your one and only,” he snarled as you nodded against him.

“My one and only,” you repeated obediently.

Before you knew it, he had you on your back and moved you up the mattress, allowing him more room to kneel above you, only breaking the kiss to breathe. His hands were on your face and yours were in his hair as you continued to sensually make out. Soon, his hands began wandering your naked body and as he lowered himself and closed the space between you, you could feel his heavy cock, hard and hot against you. You spread your legs around him as he moved his lips down to your chest. You moaned at the feeling of him playing with your breasts. He was toying with your nipple in one hand as he took the other into his hot mouth. Suckling and nibbling, getting you more and more wet for him as he moved to deliver the same attention to your other breast. Leaving kisses and love bites all over your ample chest before moving back up and attacking your neck with the same need.

You knew he was trying to be gentle, working very hard to not go feral over you. You could feel it in his tense muscles, he was too stiff and you knew he was holding back for you. Trying to, at least. But when you felt him bite your shoulder a little too harshly as he grabbed your ass roughly, you knew what he really wanted, needed. Today was a bad day to say the least and you knew he needed to let it out. Normally he had no qualms about taking his frustrations out on you in bed but today was different. You were involved in this and he had already hurt you earlier, you were still fragile. He didn’t want to push you so he was trying to keep his aggressions at bay. But you didn’t want that. You wanted to feel him. Completely, with no inhibitions. You needed it.

Pulling his hair back just enough to get him to look up to you, you urged him closer as you kissed him hard before speaking.

“Nick, baby, I want you. Use me. Please. Don’t want you to hold back,”

“Princess,” he tried to caution, voice hard.

“Please,” you begged. “It’s okay, I’m okay. I want you to feel better. I want you, I just want you, please.”

He didn’t need much more persuasion as he crashed his lips into yours again. Your hands were on his back, holding him close to you, chest to chest, before he pulled away from your lips and pulled back. Your hands fell from his back and moved to his built chest, then up along his muscular shoulders as he stared down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

He pulled you up with him suddenly as he got off the bed completely. You stared at him confused for just a second before you realized what he wanted. Without him saying a word, you got up and bent over the side of the mattress, your ass sticking out as you stood there in anticipation of what was to come..

“Color?” he asked huskily.

“Green.” was your prompt response.

The first strike of his hand across your bottom stung in the most pleasant, familiar way. You moaned at the second one as he admired the jiggle of your ass, squeezing your flesh before he landed the next strike. He spanked you repeatedly as your skin grew hot, your eyes grew teary, and your pussy grew needier with each hit. You were a mess for him already.

As he grabbed at your ass and soothed your hot flesh, he couldn’t help but taunt you as he admired your slick pussy drooling for his attention.

“All this for me, princess?” he asked as his thick fingers swiped through your wet folds while you whimpered. He rubbed your wetness around as he continued playing with you before plunging one finger inside of you, curling against your tight walls.

“Yes, yes, Nick, all for you,” you moaned.

You could practically hear him smirking as he moved closer behind you. He pulled his finger out after pumping in and out of you teasingly. He pushed you further up the bed as he grabbed your ass again and spread your cheeks so much so that you opened up even more for him, you could feel your pussy spreading for him as he squeezed you and continued his playing. He slapped your ass once more and without warning thrust two of his fingers inside your wet and wanting cunt. You mewled in delight as he scissoed them inside you, preparing you for his cock. He loved playing with you, teasing you with pleasure and watching you writhe with desire for him to push you off of the edge. And he would, eventually, but he liked seeing just how far he could push and taunt you before you were crying for him. So he continued fingering and stimulating you just enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to get you there. Not yet.

“Please,” you whimpered out with a breathy moan. He slid his fingers out of you at your pathetic plea and then leaned over your back, shoving his fingers past your lips into your mouth as he spoke in your ear.

“Suck,” he commanded, voice low and heady. You did as he said, sucking his fingers clean as he panted over you, and you could feel him grinding his cock against your ass. He pulled his fingers past your lips before he placed a sloppy kiss on your shoulder as he stood back up.

“Good girl,” he praised.

He grabbed his thick cock in his hand and decided to tease you a little more as he ran his tip up and down your slit. You were mewling at the sensation and wanted more.

“Your needy little pussy’s just crying for my cock, isn’t she?” he taunted, voice thick with desire.

“Mhm yes, Nick, please. Please fuck me. I need it, need you, need your cock inside me, please,” you whined desperately.

“Careful what you ask for, princess,” he said darkly before he positioned his cock up to your dripping hole. He thrust into you and began moving hard and fast as he fucked you without restraint. You were groaning and moaning as he hit deep inside of you, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed now with how far he pushed you up with his thrusts. His hand went to your hair and he pulled your head back harshly, loving the way your body reacted to him while he grunted in pleasure as you continued whimpering and babbling pure nonsense.

Letting go of your hair, his hands then gripped your soft, fleshy hips as he pulled you back onto his cock repeatedly, slamming in and out of you. The clap of his pelvis meeting the flesh of your ass while he continued pounding into you was salacious and lewd and served only to turn you on more.

“Fuck, you look so fucking pretty when you’re being spread open on my cock, angel. Feels so fucking good, fuck,” he grunted huskily, moaning at the feeling of you.

Your fingers were buried in the sheets as he fucked you further into the mattress and you were on the very brink of your orgasm. Nick was hitting so deep inside of you and you had never felt so full. Each slide of his cock against your walls brought you closer as he stimulated your g-spot with every thrust.

His right hand left your hip and slithered under you to where his index finger found your clit. He began rubbing the swollen nub in small circles, causing you to clench hard around him as he swiftly brought you to your orgasm with the added stimulation. You were moaning and crying breathlessly as you came, eyes squeezed shut as he rode you through your high and talked you through your orgasm.

“Ah, fuck, princess,” he moaned out. “You’re squeezing me so goddamn tight. Coming on my cock like a good girl, huh. You like that, yeah. Love when I split you open like this, don’t you. Love when I fuck your pretty little pussy, stuff you full of my cock while I play with your clit,” he spoke into your ear as he leaned over you again.

“Mmhm, I love it, ‘so good, it’s so good. Fuck,” you cried as you mewled into the sheet beneath you while he continued pounding in and out of your overworked cunt.

He took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he pulled your arms down and around your back, his hips snapping more erratically into you as he chased his high. He was leaning all of his weight onto you as he leaned over your body, pushing you further into the bed as he groaned. You knew he was close as he lost any of the restraint he may have had left, your name leaving his lips along with a string of curses.

“No one else could ever make you come undone like this. No one else will ever get to fuck you, feel your tight cunt wrapped around them. Fuck, this is goddamn heaven. And it’s all mine,” he said, moaning and grunting.

“You’re mine,” he growled into your ear. “And you’re gonna come again for me. Need to feel you come again, princess. Need to feel you grip my cock like that again.”

As if the never ending stimulation from his thick cock rocking into you from behind along with the thrilling sounds and praises you were pulling out of him weren’t enough to make you come again, those words absolutely were. Your toes were curling and the feeling of him on top of you - his pants and moans right in your ear as he leaned into you even more, all of it, every word, sound, and sensation were cascading at once into you and sent you headfirst into another orgasm, your hands squeezing his as he pushed into you further, your walls tightening around him again while he bit into your shoulder and you whimpered pathetically.

“I’m gonna come inside you, angel. Fill you up full of me, and you’re gonna take every last bit of my come, you hear me,” he panted through grit teeth in your ear. “You’re gonna be feeling me for days after tonight, princess. But that’s exactly what you wanted, isn’t it. Just can’t fucking get enough,” he growled before he pulled out of you. He flipped you onto your back so quickly you barely even registered it happened until he slammed right back into you, his hands keeping your thick thighs spread for him as he pulled you as close to him as he could, your ass on the very edge of the bed as he kept your legs open around his hips. He thrust a couple times more, long and hard, before he seated himself as far inside of you as he possibly could with the most beautiful moan you’d ever heard, his shuddering breaths falling on you as he started to let himself go inside of you, your pussy gripping him like a vice all the while. His hands were back on your hips as his body fell forward, his head nuzzling to the crook of your neck as he sucked air in through his teeth before letting out a deep, guttural groan, nearly shivering as he came harder inside of you. His thick ropes of come filling you. You held him close to you, petting his head as he leisurely pumped his cock inside of you a few more times, riding out his orgasm as you panted and mewled beneath him every time he stimulated your ever sensitive clit. When he was finished, you were sure you had never been so full. You could practically feel him leaking out of you.

You were both panting, regaining your breath, as he smiled against your skin, coming down from his high and nuzzling more into your neck as he readjusted the both of you to be more comfortable on the bed.

“You’re perfect, you know that? Every last thing about you,” he said as his arms went around the dip of your back, hands settling on your hips once again as he kissed your neck, up to your cheek, peppering kisses along your skin.

You smiled at his words and the feeling of his soft lips trailing along your tender flesh as tingles ran through you, wrapping your arms around him. Briefly you heard his earlier words float through your head. You’d never known him to be so…mean. To you, at least. Though you wanted to forget it, it continued nagging at you while he laid in your arms.

As he slowly pulled out of you and got off the bed, you pondered talking to him about it. You didn’t want to upset him, but this was gonna bug you if you didn’t voice it.

He was back in front of you with a damp rag and the most loving look in his eyes. Gently, he cleaned his spend from between your legs and after discarding the rag, crawled on top of you, engulfing you in his arms, pulling you into his side as you were cuddling with him.

“Nick,” you muttered softly. He hummed in response, waiting for you to continue.

“I just wanted to ask, to know..Earlier, you… do you, you really think that? That I’m stupid?” you asked quietly, your embarrassment and hurt evident as you tried to hide your face against him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he gently pulled you back to look at him, his eyes full of sympathy, a stark contrast to the cold fire that raged there previously. “No, I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“Really?” you pressed.

“Really,” he nodded. “You’re not stupid, you’re naive,” he stated matter of factly.

You looked down, wincing slightly as you pulled away from him. Tried to, at least. Nick was quick to pull you back to him, tilting your chin up as he forced you to make eye contact.

“Hey,” he breathed, “that’s not necessarily a bad thing. You may be naive but no one's gonna take advantage of that or use it against you, I’ll always be right here looking out for you. Protecting you.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips as you allowed yourself to settle next to him again.

“And I love that about you,” he smiled. “It’s just natural for you to be sweet.. and trusting.. and kind,” he punctuated each word with a gentle kiss to your temple, cheek, and finally your soft lips once again after nuzzling your nose. “I’m so lucky I found you before the world could change any of that.” Those words, sickly sweet and full of love and admiration of you, that was your Nick. The way he behaved earlier was intense and unlike anything you’d received from him before. You were just glad he was back now, and eager to forget the hurt he caused you. Certain he wouldn’t do anything like it again to you.

You half smiled before sucking your lip, your mind returning to the current conversation you were having with him, “Certainly tried to.”

You thought back to just a couple years ago, before you met Nick, before everything changed. You were making minimum wage, working two jobs in the city, living in a shitty apartment with a roommate you barely knew. Life had never been easy on you. But the moment Nick came into yours, it was like he just made everything better. He took care of you like no one ever had. Showed you love like you’d never known. You felt like you owed him everything. You really would do anything for him, he was your whole world now. That’s why it hurt so badly when he insisted you were lying to him earlier. You thought you had made it clear that that was something you would never do to him. You loved him so much. You figurned you just needed to show it more. To do anything and everything you could to reinforce the simple fact that you were his and his alone. Forever. It was the least you could do, right? He gave you everything, and made sure you were aware of the fact that he’d do anything for you, he’d protect you and love you with all he had. You needed to ensure he knew, without a single doubt in his mind, that you’d do the same. Because you really would, you did. He never made you question for even a second his devotion to you. He always said how lucky he was to have found you, but you felt even luckier for it. Truly, where would you be without him? You didn’t want to even think about it. It was all too much to put into words at the moment. For now though, exhausted and worn from the tumultuous events of the day, laying next to him, his protective hold on you as you were cuddling into his warmth and feeling surrounded by the love you shared, it was enough.

“I’m so grateful for you,” you sighed.

He caressed your cheek as he smiled at you, admiring your delicacy. He knew you were perfect for him the moment he had first laid eyes on you. He knew you were meant to be his, and so he made sure that you were and you always would be.

“I love you,” he kissed you once more as your eyes threatened to shut, lashes fluttering.

“I love you, more,” you whispered as you nuzzled further into him.

“You look exhausted,” he chuckled softly. “Go to sleep, angel.”

He was right, you were completely drained, but still, you wanted to fight your sleep a little longer. You worried your dreams would be flooded with nightmares of dangerous men breaking into your home, trying to hurt you, trying to hurt Nick, and god, the sound of the pistol firing ringing in the back of your mind. You shook your head, hoping to shake the sound as well. A man died today. And that could have been Nick. That thought wrecked you. You didn’t want to be without him for even a moment, not even in your sleep.

“I will,” you mumbled, holding onto him.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he said as if he could read your mind, rubbing your arm soothingly. You needed to come back to yourself. You were only working yourself up to dwell on things you couldn’t change or control. And with Nick around, you didn’t need to worry about anything, he’d take care of it all. He’d keep you both safe..he’d always keep you safe. Finally allowing yourself to really settle while Nick held you, you were soon sleeping, and though you woke up every now and again with a start, Nick was always still right beside you. His touch calming as he’d lull you back to sleep. He was here and you were safe, he’d remind you, mumbling words of comfort against your temple until you fell asleep again. He stayed up all night just making sure you were okay. He said he’d take care of you and he meant it. He’d be damned if you ever had to go through anything like tonight again, but right now he just needed to be sure you were okay and slept through the night. He already had his guys tracking down their headquarters and first thing tomorrow, he'd be sure the people who were responsible for tonight would be deeply regretting getting anywhere near you and ensuring they’d never have the chance again. And after that, he’d finally tell you the big news. You two were going off the grid, somewhere remote where it could be just the two of you, like it should be. Somewhere safe, where no one could find you. He’d had the plans set for a while now, and it was the perfect time to do it. You were more dependent on him, he was sure you’d say yes without him having to convince or force you to. The ring was perfect and he couldn’t wait to slip it on your finger. He wasn’t sure you’d be ready for another big move, but the honeymoon would be the perfect cover to get you there without you worrying. You’d say ‘I do’ and it would all work out. He’d be your first, your last, your only, just like he was meant to be. Always and forever. Just you and him.

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Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU : Baby Mama Drama Edition

A/N I know I said I wasn’t going to post any VD related, but I had this in my drafts for weeks so I decided to finish it 💘

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yourusername My Valentine outdid himself.

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blancaa She’s not with that bum anymore

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jackharlow My Valentines for life 💕🤞🏼

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yourusername 🫢🫢🫢

blancaa Glad you got your head out from your ass but if you fuck this up, that’ll be another bloody nose.

jackharlow Blanca always with the violence

blancaa And don’t you ever forget it

neelamthadhani Always throwing warning shots

claybornharlow You know damn well those ain’t warning shots.

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yourusername He said he had another surprise for me, he said between his legs…. Ummm someone has a magnifying glass I can borrow? Because I didn’t find anything between those legs 😭😭😭😭😭

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blancaa BITCHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭

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jackharlow You know damn well what’s between my legs, the same thing that made Adrian six years ago.

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claybornharlow Adrian is 6, time for new babies!!!!!!

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jackharlow We got 7 to go.

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yourusername My boys ❤️ we’ve been celebrating Valentine’s Day since yesterday morning. Forever thankful for them.

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jackharlow It was a long bumpy road, but beyond happy and blessed that we’re on this new journey of opportunities and love.

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yourbestiename Somewhere right now Neelam, Diego and Heather are punching the air.

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mamamaggie I’m so happy you two found your way back together. I knew it deep inside of me that you were meant to be.

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jackharlow I told her I was going to put a baby inside her on Valentine’s Day, well here we are 🤭🥰🥰🥰 can’t wait to meet you princess.

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ladytauria · 3 months

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“I told you not to go, love! Now look what happened!” TimSteph

changed the wording slightly to make it fit steph's voice better! <3

i just think steph should get to scold tim <3 she certainly got it from him enough xDD

this is so short, & i'm ngl... i probably could have extended it / would be happy to come back to it one day, but for now i think it's been sitting in my drafts for long enough ^^;

tim's outfit inspired by pokeberry5's fem!tim art! <3

>> AO3 <<

“I told you not to go, babe,” Steph says unsympathetically, even as she dabs a cloth to Tim’s cheek. “Look what happened.”

Tim grimaces, his red lipstick making his mouth look like a bloody slash on his face—matching the actual cut on his cheek. He holds an ice pack against his ribs.

His wig is askew, and with the faux leopard fur coat no longer wrapped around his shoulders, he looks strangely small and delicate in his black dress. Tim has always been a wisp of a thing, but Steph never notices as much until he’s dressed up as Caroline. And then all she can think about is leaving finger shaped bruises all around those dainty little wrists.

One of his wrists is already bruised, by fingers much thicker than Steph’s.

“I know,” he says begrudgingly, wincing a little when speaking tugs at his injuries. “But we needed that intel.”

“Badly enough that you couldn’t arrange for some kind of back-up?” Steph asks, incredulous, dabbing at one of the cuts a bit harder than she needs to. Tim hisses under her. “Shit, Tim. Undercover work is dangerous. You know that. The amount of things that could have gone wrong…”

Tim as Caroline… all alone at a shady bar…

The amount of cases they’ve both worked where that was where it all started can’t be counted. Tim knows better than most men just how badly a girl alone at a bar can be hurt. It doesn’t matter how much training he has, either, not if he can’t use it.

Tim catches her wrist. His fingers are so pale against her skin. Not that she gets much more sun than he does, but, what little she does get seems to stick.

“But it didn’t,” he says, looking up at her earnestly. His contacts are still in; ice blue eyes turned whiskey brown instead. Fitting, for the way he makes her chest burn, her fingers prickle, her face flush.

“This time,” she whispers, cupping his cheek. “Tim… you’ve got to be more careful. If not for yourself, then for me. Please.”

Tim closes his eyes, leaning into her touch like he’s starved for it. “I… I’ll try,” he whispers.

She leans down, their noses brushing. “That’s all I ask,” she whispers, before catching him in a kiss that tastes like tequila sunrise and copper.

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doctorhelena · 5 months

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Hi @theawkwardterrier!

I’m your @steggyfanevents Steggy Secret Santa this year, and in true Steggy fashion (and in my own personal tradition for the past few years), I'm late. 😂😩

The good news is that I have a fully completed draft of a story I think you'll enjoy, and editing is progressing well! The bad news is that it's quite a bit longer than I'd intended (I really thought I’d come up with a short, self-contained idea this year! 😭) so editing is taking a little longer than I’d hoped, and even with the extension I'm not quite going to make it. But I really, really hope I’ll have it for you very soon!

In the meantime, please accept this short preview excerpt.

Context: Post-Endgame Steve has received a short and uninformative "I need an emergency lift ASAP" phone call from Peggy (who didn't kiss him hello when she got in the car because the lipstick she's wearing would make that a bad idea.)

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The lipstick was another thing he wasn’t exactly jealous about. Peggy had been a spy long before Steve had met her, and he’d always known that, thanks to the Sweet Dreams knockout lipstick Howard had made for her, kissing unsavory individuals was sometimes the most efficient way to do her job. And he understood that there was a difference, for her, between kissing for personal and professional reasons. Still, he didn’t particularly like to think about it actually happening, and Peggy always looked a little guilty, and then annoyed at herself for feeling guilty, whenever the topic came up.

To top it all off, Howard, unprompted, had recently developed two further prototypes: Forget Me Not, making the recipient of a kiss forget everything that had happened in the past half day, and Always Be True, containing a truth serum that lasted for about five to six hours, at Howard’s best guess.

“At your best guess?” Steve had asked him when he’d brought it over. Howard had shrugged unrepentantly. “I’ll have a better idea after Peg gathers some data from the field.” He’d proceeded to cheerfully ignore Steve’s patented Captain America look of reproach, while Mr. Jarvis had simply shaken his head wearily in the background.

Peggy, too, had regarded the new lipsticks with a healthy dose of suspicion - and Steve, having heard the story of her adventures with Howard’s ‘Bad Babies’, understood why. But the fact was that Howard was generally pretty reliable once he’d declared an invention ready for action, and Steve knew that Peggy now kept all three in her bag along with her regular lipstick, having had Howard mark the different tubes with a series of notches and grooves so that she could easily tell them apart by feel.

“What happened?” he asked her now, as he slowed the car to a stop and waited for a truck to pass on the cross street. It was snowing a bit harder now, and he could afford to drive more cautiously now that he knew Peggy was safe.

“Howard Stark,” Peggy said with great exasperation. “I’ve ruined my chances at getting vital information from the arrogant ass I’ve been unpleasantly cultivating for weeks now, because Howard Stark is a bloody idiot.”

#fanfic #preview #steggysecretsanta #steggy #my fic #peggy carter #steve rogers

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drippingmoon · 1 year

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Aquiver, Aglow: Beta Call Post

After being one of the biggest parts of my life for some years now, I'm very very happy to announce 'quiv is ready for its beta stage. I'm gonna echo my previous post: writing this story has been a soothing experience for me, and I'd love for this to apply to everyone. Never heard of 'quiv? No problem, new eyes are often wise. Old acquaintance? No pressure on you. Take a cup of steaming tea, or maybe not since it's summer, lean back and just tell me whatever crosses your mind. Believe me, it will help me enormously. And the stress is all with me, not you. So while I'm asking for help, I truly wish whoever gives me a hand to have a pleasant experience🥰

Sign-up period: till July? I might be more flexible, depending on the applicants, and there won't be any selection (a maximum of 7 people), which means you can start on the day you sign up

Deadline: October (SOFT deadline, since ideally I want to do another round of line edits then proofreading in November), with the possibility of extending until December (and don't sweat it if you need more)

Long story short: a human child restores faith to an angel, who in turn restores faith to Heaven.

Long story long: There's a place beneath Heaven where, in a shoddy little cottage, a mother and her child live. They are to wait for her promised day, when angels shall descend and devour their souls. For faith has been broken. Memories of kindness and warmth remain mere whispers, cracked under two centuries of prayers answered with bloodied chapels and trails of corpses, and callous wings plucking souls out of their once faithfuls' chests.

Tyrone knows his Mother is just waiting for the day the angels will come. She wishes to sacrifice herself to see her child out of the Promised Lands, so she fills his childhood with horrible stories meant to make him afraid and get him used to the inevitable. She succeeds. Tyrone is afraid, but of everything. Most of all, of the loneliness that keeps him company, and disperses only at night. Because, under the stars, he sees an angel on the rims of Heaven, taking care of her field of clouds, a mirror to how he toils over his wheatfield. That’s when he first feels they are the same. So when she falls one day, he asks not that she spare him, but that she stay. And, slowly, the nights turn so very warm.

It’s been two centuries since the angels knew where they wished to go. They live suspended in time, caught between memory and hatred. Anne, their Angel of Lies, has only ever cared for Heaven. For them, she’d draw their anger onto herself, if only they acknowledged they were still hung up on humanity. She’s tired. She’s old. Even the stars have closed their path off to the angels, and she doesn’t know what to do. So when she is met with sincerity for the first time in centuries, she wonders if she’s found a way. If nothing else, anger would reanimate Heaven, and for a little while stop the angels’ slow fall towards death. She listens to a child’s quiet wish, and agrees. Curiosity, she calls it.

They begin by using each other. With time, this no longer holds true, and they learn something. It was a thin line between that and caring about one another. And warmth, as it were, comes with sorrows shared.

GENRE: character-driven dark fantasy with humans, angels and stars interspersed with peaceful moments

WORD COUNT: 195k (standalone)

STATUS: sixth draft

WARNINGS: violence, gore, suicidal thoughts, abusive relationships, terminal illness

What I'm looking for

Content criticism, as in character arcs, plot development, your fav and least fav parts, and mainly if you think there are too many feathers in the story

The sky's your limit actually. Every thought counts 🙌

Typically you can ignore typos, but if any of them really pisses you off, feel free to shout at me

Same with line edits. The style is meant to be experimental at times, but not at the cost of intelligibility. So if I went overboard somewhere, please do shout but otherwise it's due a line edit

You get

Return betas! No time limit; and of course no word count limit

To save Private Jan (my penname lol) because there's no way I can afford editing prices, so we're pulling off an Atlas here no matter how many drafts I'll have to go through

Hopefully a great time?

You can just contact me in the DMs, but I'll put up a Google Forms as well for whoever would prefer that. Also, you can request a sample (the first/first few chapters) to see if it's your thing.

And that's it! Hope to see volunteers, and thanks so much for your interest! Have a lovely day🥰

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Hurts Good - om! x blackreader

A/N: Hi Friends, I got a request but all of my asks were deleted when I was clearing out my drafts. So, if you're the anon that requested our fav twin breeding us while we're menstruating - THANK YOU ❤ <- this has literally been in my drafts for 3 months so I’m terribly sorry; also please miss me with the squeamish comments i literally dgaf , if you ain’t nasty then why are you here ? 🤨 also not proofread cause we die like men 🤧

Synopsis : Our kind boyfriend Beelzebub hates when we have our period, so he came up with a solution!

Warning: Period Sex , Oral (F!Receiving), Somnophillia, Himbo!Beel , no dialogue cause I’m feeling lazy and I literally picked this up after months of sitting.

For Beelzebub, life in Devildom used to be so simple. A constant cycle of eating, lifting and more eating. This was still true when you came along. He was actually eating and lifting you most of the time. Things were so perfect and he couldn’t be happier. The only downside to your relationship was him having to witness you curled into a ball and sobbing once a month because you were in so much pain. He wished he could take your period away, even said as much to his twin who got a mischievous glint in his eye.

Okay, he had to admit he was a little nervous when Belphegor planted the idea in his head. Not that he was turned off—hell no. There isn’t a thing in all the realms that could lower Beelzebub need for you. It’s just … he was scared to hurt you ☹️

You see, even though he’s a sweet boi he can be kind of rough in the bedroom and knowing that you’re already in pain, he didn’t want to add too it. But, his brother convinced him—even took him to Satan who confirmed that orgasms helped with period pain but scurried out of the blonde demon’s room when he asked for more context.

Now here he is—standing at the foot of your bed while you toss and turn in the sheets, clutching the little lamb plushie to your tummy for some comfort. Beel can’t take it anymore. There’s no way he can stand by and let this keep happening if he knows that there’s a way to stop it.

A soft moan startled you awake accompanied by a tingling in your abdomen and a tightening of your core. Bleary eyes opened revealing the hulking form of Beelzebub with his face and fingers buried in your bloody cunt.

The rusty crimson shade painted his cheeks and chin, it mixed with the slick pouring from your weeping hole dripping onto the sheets in a glorious mess. Your pussy spasmed and clenched around the two fingers that were curling deliciously in your core while he sucked on your clit. Exactly how long he’d been eating you is unknown but his bruised lips and bare member—cherry red and leaking pre—suggested that it’s been a while.

The redhead licked you through your orgasm, enjoying the way your body writhed for him. He could see that you were in embarrassed, it was apparent in the way you looked away and chewed your lip but he knew that you were feeling good by the way your fingers pulled at his hair.

The giant man rose slowly, wiping his mouth of his arm before sloppily pressing your lips together. A lustful kiss that tasted of copper, and slick. Your cunt ached for him, lifting your hips to run your sloppy little pussy on his dick. Beelzebub growled, big tongue lolling out of his mouth to trace over your pulse while he pushed himself inside you.

He filled you so well—stretching you out to the point of paint but it was so intermixed with pleasure that you didn’t mind. He praised you so sweetly—saying that you took him so well and would be the prettiest momma. When your eyes widened he smiled sweetly and kissed your cheek.

“M’gonna fuck you full of my babies, that way you won’t get a period no more”

@kind-himbo-beel literally just thought of you when I finished writing and thought you might wanna take a look at this 🧡

@xogabbiexo & @bookwormsenpai come get your man he’s being nasty again.

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 6 months

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Red Snow (KakuIza oneshot)

Wow, I can't believe I finally finished this!

This was actually sitting on my drafts for half a year. The idea came at me when I started wondering what if some characters start to slowly remember other timelines? And bam, KakuIza appeared to me. Tragic as always, but asking with puppy eyes if I could give them happiness (or show it, since technically the canon already did this). I had it all wrote except the last scene because apparently the angst comes easily at me (no surprises here, oops)

But Tenjiku being animated and knowing what we'll see in a few week... Yeah, I needed to end this and fix that mess.

(link to ao3 in case some one preferes to read it there)

Summary: Maybe the snow was the last tribute from heaven to this king who died too young trying to protect his servant. After that day, every time it snows, Kakucho couldn't do anything but look at the snow, the bloody red snow that seemed to be everywhere. Now, the red is gone. Izana is there. The snow makes Kakucho happy again.

Warnings: Manga Spoilers. Angst with happy ending (with a lot of angst before the happiness) and depressed Kakucho (who could blame him?)

Notes: This is canon compilant, from Kakucho's POV (so keep in mind that any opinion on another character is Kakucho's, not mine, I love them all). The italic parts are Kakucho's memories, I hope it makes sense how I organized, since it's not chronologically, it only makes sense emotionally. If saying this makes sense at all.

English is not my first language, so be nice please! :)

Kakucho has been wanting to see that smile for so long that he can't even remember when he started to miss it. Or maybe it's the excruciating pain in his shoulder, which doesn't allow him to remember properly. All that he knows is that suddenly it's here, a real smile on Izana's face, lighting everything up. He can't stop looking, even if some part of his brain detects all the chaos and screams around them, Kakucho only has eyes for him, for his king and this smile that it's making the world shine again for a few seconds.

He thinks his yelling, but he's unable to focus in anything other than Izana bleeding next to him, correcting his servant once more “Our era”. The king keeps talking to Mikey, but Kakucho doesn't know what he's saying anymore, the last words still hitting his brain, his ears, his whole body. “I'm sorry Kakucho, but you're all that I have”.

As Izana's hand begins to get colder his servant is still caught up in those words “All that I have”. So Kakucho close his eyes, more than willing to follow his king one last time. He's not going to left him alone, not now, not ever. The last coherent thoughts that cross his mind is that this is his fault, for wishing too much, wanting too much. He never would have wished to see Izana's real smile again if he had known the price.

He's still able to see the snow before everything goes dark (or feel, he's not sure of his own senses any more). It's ironic,they used to love the snow, now it seems like the universe is mocking on them. Or maybe it's not, maybe the snow is the last tribute from heaven to this king who died too young trying to protect his servant.

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Kakucho wakes up in the hospital. The doctors say that he's going to recover, like that's good news. They are not, not for him. He survived, again. Nothing makes sense, he doesn't feel alive, so... How is it possible? He wants to die, he doesn't understand, his live is meaningless, just a servant. Kakucho hates himself for surviving, he should have died protecting his king, not the other way around.

None of this matters, his feelings are not important, he can't go back to being selfish, getting caught up in his own desires. He knows that he has to keep living, Izana died for him to live. 'Why? Why Izana? Why you never show how important I was to you when we still had time? Why did you leave me? Why am I the only one stuck with our regrets? Why?'

He needs to stop thinking, there is no point in doing so. Izana exchanged his own life for Kakucho's, so he knows he has to keep living. Even tough he is already dead.

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Every time it snows, is the same. It doesn't matter if Izana is already in middle school, as soon as he sees the first flakes he starts running looking for Kakucho, ready to drag him under the snow again. It's a miracle how he's able to contain all this excitement until he finds his friend (his servant) when he's actually jumping trough the corridors.

Of course, Kakucho follows him, pretending to complain about the cold. He doesn't pretend too hard, it's not like he's even trying to hide his smile. Or like the cold matters, when Izana is still taking his hand while they keep running until being outside.

Kakucho didn't care about the snow before, now he loves it. Or maybe he loves how the older boy's face seems to glow when he smiles at it. He knows that Izana isn't exactly the happiest kid around, so he treasures every second when he can have his friend acting like this, without masks or titles between them. Just two friends playing in the snow.

They always play outside for hours, never bothered by the rest of the kids, probably too busy hiding inside the building from the cold. Kakucho thinks they are idiots, they don't know anything. For him, the snow is a reminder of that warm feeling inside him, that thing he felt the first time they played like this. It was almost freezing inside their igloo, but all the ice went away when Izana said those words “Our kingdom”. The younger kid doesn't understand why, he only knows that for a second he felt like the most important person on the entire planet ( besides Izana, of course ), the previous cold forgotten and replaced by warmth within his chest.

Suddenly, a snowball kicks him and he realizes that Izana has already started the fight. He was lost in his own thoughts, so obviously Izana is cheating. Again. He sighs and starts making his own ammunition. 'Some things never change, right?'

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The world lost his color that day. Now everything looks gray, like if someone repainted it with a monochrome palette during the time that Kakucho was in the hospital. The apartment is worse, because he can still see where the colors are supposed to be, like a shadow from the past. He can still see the guitar by the window, where Izana used to play it. The tropical fish, now his only roommate.

It's a really small apartment, the only one that Izana could afford at that time, when he came back to the orphanage just for rescue him ( actually it was more an scape than a rescue, but they didn't care about that ). When his king went to juvie he promised that he wouldn't forget about Kakucho. And he didn't, because Izana never lied to him. 'He just kept too many things inside, but he never lied, how ironic is that?'

He didn't have time to miss the colors, because one day starts snowing. Kakucho was walking towards the convenience store when the first flakes began to fall. Suddenly he can't breathe, he can't move, he can't think. He can't do anything but look at the snow, the bloody red snow that's everywhere. 'Red. That's not supposed to be red. Why is the snow red? Where does all this blood come from? Fuck, fuck, fuck!'

Kakucho doesn't know how he manage to run until he's safely back home, safe from the memories that come true with every flake of snow. From that day on, he avoids going outside in the snow. So he stays in this apartment full of ghosts, the ghosts of colors, forever gone from his world. The ghost of Izana filling every corner, reminding him that he must keep living.

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Apparently Izana made new friends in juvie. He doesn't know how he feels about it, but it's weird trying to imagine Izana making friends. Until his king explains how he made them. 'Oh, that checks.'

“Why are you doing this face? Are you jealous or what?”

Izana says that with a smirk in his face, his obviously teasing him but for some reason the younger boy still feel that something is off.

“Come on servant, don't be such a pain in the ass, I beat them for you, the least you can do is be grateful, don't you think?”

“For me?”

Kakucho doesn't understand what that is supposed to mean.

“Yeah, you're going to lead our army, remember? I wasn't going to let you lead an army of weaklings.”

And with that, he puts a hand on Kakucho's head, ruffling his hair on the process. An obvious sign that the conversation is over and, once again, his servant will follow him with a smile.

When Kakucho finally meets this new friends, he can only think that they're all idiots. Well, except for Mutto, he likes Mutto because he's calm and quiet, he always knows his place or when it's better to shut up. Shion is the complete opposite, he never knows when to shut up or stop moving. To be honest, Kakucho thinks that Shion probably can't do any of that. Mochi is just another idiot, with less energy than Shion, but the same amount of brains. The Haitani brothers are their own category. 'This two aren't just idiots. They are idiots and weirdos.'

Time passed and Kakucho still thinks the Haitanis are weirdos, but he actually likes having them around. They always show up with some expensive and extravagant gift, as if money is nothing to the rulers of Roppongi. Today they bring some delicious cakes, as always they remembered to buy a portion of Kakucho's favorite. He knows Ran is the one who paid attention to these tinny details, he can't help but act like a big brother.

But the cake is not the reason why Kakucho likes them. It's not the only reason, at least. No, Izana is the real reason. Every time the Haitani brothers are there the white haired boy looks happy. Of course, he doesn't show it, so sometimes he seems amused, entertained or even pissed off as if he's about to lose his already little patience. But Kakucho knows him better, he knows that Izana is happier when the weirdos are here. So before he realizes, the four of them are friends. Well, maybe one king and three friends.

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It's being a few months since the Kanto Incident. He doesn't know how many, because time stopped making any kind of sense for Kakucho since his reason to live disappeared. He didn't realize how much time had past until one day when he hears an annoying knock at his door. A really annoying knock that doesn't go away forcing him to open the damn door.

Of course, when he opens the door, the Haitani brothers are there. He should had know, but he really wasn't aware that they were already out.

“Kakuchooooo, I know you missed me, so stop making that grumpy face and be a good host!”

Ran looks exactly the same, still talks like he's teasing at you with every word. After all that time, he still brings cake, Kakucho's favorite.

“Come one, let us in already, I was about to pick the lock.”

Yeah, that's Rindou's way of showing that he was worried. Still the same weirdos. So obviously, he lets them in.

Before he understands what's going on, he's sitting at the table with one brother at each side of him, eating cake and talking nonsense. And he's smiling, even laughing at times with their most absurd anecdotes. The scene is so familiar, so comfortable, it's almost like nothing has changed. 'Almost.'

Kakucho doesn't know what happened, but suddenly finds himself unable to breath. He tries, he really tries, because he doesn't want to break in front of anyone. But they aren't just anyone, they have cake and comfort words “Breathe, it's ok Kakucho, we know” and “We're here now, you are not alone anymore”.

So he breaks, he let himself cry in front of these weirdos that share his pain, his lost. In front of what's left of his family, what's left of all that happiness that he doesn't even remember how it felt. He doesn't realize that all this time he has been gripping his necklace, the one with a hanafuda image that they know all too well. The one that used to be one of Izana's earrings.

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Kakucho would never know how they knew it. The Haitanis always seem to have a sixth sense or something, because they show up unannounced like they always did. The strange thing is that they seem to know that this time Izana is going to welcome them, without beatings or cruel words. They seem to sense that their king is starting to get better and he can't be more thankful, hoping that maybe this is what Izana needs.

He's not wrong, but he's also not right. Izana isn't quiet there most of the time, but at least he eats, talks and even has a smile sometimes. It's not he's real smile, his eyes don't show any emotions, it still looks unhinged. But even if it's a weird smile, he does it more when the brothers are there, so Kakucho thinks that's good. 'He just needs more time, that's all, this has to be a good sign, right? Yep, one day he will really smile again, I'm sure.'

Kakucho definitely likes having the Haitani brothers around. They are more than friends, they are family.

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Kakucho didn't want to follow South, he only have one king and he will never betray him. He ends up in Rokuhara after that monster beats the shit out of him, but that doesn't mean his loyal to that gang. He put his life ( and his heart ) in the hands of another man a long time ago.

It's actually much easier than he expected, being back in this live, the fights, the adrenaline. Maybe that is all he knows how to do or maybe he doesn't even care anymore, but this makes him feel a little bit more alive than spending day after day hiding in his apartment with only ghosts and a fish for company.

It's different with Mikey and so familiar at the same time that he feels on edge. Every time that he's in a Kanto Manji meeting he has to control himself or he would freak out ( unconsciously grasping his necklace trying to calm down ).

Looking at Mikey gets him deja-vu. Really bad deja-vu, if he has to be honest.

The invincible is falling, Kakucho can see him fall into the darkness, exactly as he saw before. That's what scares him most, that he already learned how this ends. But he can't run away ( even if sometimes that's all that he wants ). Kakucho can't run away because he knows, he doesn't know how he knows, but he knows Izana wouldn't want him to leave Mikey. Or maybe he's just projecting, trying to fix the past by fixing the present.

“You can't save him.”

Of course he has been noticing the look in the older Haitani's face, he's obviously worried, but he didn't expect that. He wasn't prepared for that.

“What?”

“You can't save Mikey, not from himself. Stop it, you need to start thinking about what do you want for a while.”

There is more, things that Ran never says, but Kakucho listens anyway. The unspoken words keep floating around them 'You can't save him, the same way that you couldn't save Izana.'

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At the beginning, Kakucho was happy of seeing Izana taking care of himself again. Starting to be open to people, to life, once more.

Now, he's just worried. Really worried. He realized that Izana's only motor is revenge, that he's getting really obsessed with Mikey. Izana is falling into darkness, a little bit more every day. His smiles are not real, his beautiful purple eyes never catch up with them. He looks deranged, completely unhinged every time that he starts talking about his revenge plans.

Kakucho knows that, but he'll follow him anyway. He'll follow Izana because he just wants to see him happy again and if this revenge is what it takes, he'll follow his king. Izana isn't drinking and sleeping all day anymore, so he hopes that maybe, he just needs time for smiling again. A real smile, like before. If Kakucho have to follow him to hell for being able to see this smile once more, he'll do it happily.

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It's even worst the day that Rindou finally snaps, just before the battle with Toman 2nd Generation. They're alone, just trying to keep themselves entertained with some video game, trying very hard ( and failing ) not to think about tomorrow.

“Who do you think will die?”

It's just a whisper, so he wants to ignore it, pretending that he didn't hear it until he turns around and sees Rindou's face.

“No one, this time no one is going to die.”

He doesn't believe it, of course, not after watching how Mikey almost killed Takemichi of all people. But he's trying to comfort the other, and probably himself.

“You don't believe that, don't fuck with me!”

Then he realizes. Rindou fucking Haitani is panicking right now, he's having a panic attack and Kakucho doesn't know what to do. So he just keeps listening, hoping that helps. He's definitely not prepared for the next words.

“I... I've been having nightmares since that day, you know? What if... What if Ran tries to protect me like Izana did with you? What if... This time Ran... Shit, I can't even say it out loud, I'm fucking pathetic! But how am I supposed to keep living if that happen? How you keep living with that?”

Kakucho really, really doesn't want to answer that, but he's never seen the younger Haitani like this before, he knows he deserves an answer. He also knows that the only one he can give is not going to help.

“You don't.”

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Kakucho is dying. He knows he is dying, he knows that Sanzu's katana cut is too deep, that there is no way that he could survive this time. He's okay with the idea of his own death, he always thought that the last two years were a cruel and extra time.

But he can't, he can't die yet. Kakucho needs to stop this damn train, he needs to do it or a lot more people is going to die. Not just people, his friends. Shion, Mochi, Takemichi. Not just people, his family. Ran. Rindou. The last survivors of the broken family they had once. The last two people in this whole planet that still remember Izana with affection. Kakucho can't let this happen, he can't let them die without trying until his last breath.

That's when he sees him. Izana.

Izana is here, Kakucho can feel him, he can feel his warm presence by his side once again. He doesn't even have time to think what's happening, when he listens Izana's voice.

“You're still as reckless as ever. Well, that's what makes you, you.”

Izana smiles and puts his hand in top of Kakucho's own hand. He can feel Izana's strength going through his body.

“I'll help you out, Kakucho.”

Just like that, they are able to stop the train. Together, like they always should be. They did it, they saved their family. And now, Kakucho is finally letting go, allowing himself to die. He's not afraid anymore, he's just happy that he could see Izana one last time. He's dying, but he's dying with a warm smile. Kakucho is finally reunited with the love of his live.

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Kakucho never knew when he started to feel that for Izana. Maybe it was always there, maybe his feelings just changed and grew into something different at the same time that he was growing. But he could pinpoint without any doubt the exact moment when he realized that he was in love with his king.

The day that he saw him “better” again after Shinichiro's death. Izana just cut his hair and wanted to do a big entrance with his new Tenjiku's uniform. He was showing it to Kakucho, his arms opened and allowing him to see the whole view. His earrings dancing with him again every time he moved.

Kakucho knew it. Like and instant revelation, he felt that he just found the missing piece of a puzzle that he didn't even realized he was doing. Kakucho was doomed.

He wanted too much, he couldn't ask that from the older boy, but he still couldn't avoid it. He wouldn't ask, he'll keep following him until the end, just like always. He was sure that be by Izana's side will be enough. At that time, he thought this was the best decision, he still didn't knew that never confessing his feelings to Izana will be his last regret.

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Kakucho opens his eyes, looking around and feeling completely disoriented. He's laying on a king size bed, the other side showing signs that some one was sleeping here too. He touches his chest, not understanding why there isn't a wound there. A scar, at least. But nothing.

Suddenly, he realizes that his necklace is not there. He's about to panic, thinking that he lost Izana's earring forever. Until he hears it, a soft voice calling his name. The sound of footsteps entering the room.

The scarred boy wants to punch himself, because this can't be. But he recognizes this voice, he would recognizes this particular footsteps anywhere.

“Kakucho? Are you awake or are you going to start acting like Ran and sleep forever?”

Izana enters the room, looking even more ethereal than ever. A smug face and playful tone. But he looks... Older. It's subtle, little details than some one who didn't know him as his servant does, wouldn't notice. But Kakucho does it. His king looks exactly like he kept growing up during the last two years.

“I-Izana? Are you real?”

Is just a whisper, he's too afraid that if he talks, he would break this illusion, this dream. But it's more than enough for Izana's face changes into one of worry, quickly sitting on the bed by Kakucho's side, a gentle hand on his forehead.

“Are you okay? You look sick... I can call Manjiro and tell him we can't go to the lunch this week.”

Izana's voice is so soft, his tone of concern so genuine, his warm hand on Kakucho's face so comforting... That he breaks. He starts crying like a little kid, hugging him, clinging onto him like his life depended on it (it does).

“Kakucho? Kakucho, look at me.”

A gentle touch on his chin forces him to look directly into Izana's eyes. An intense gaze staring directly at him, trying to analyze what the hell is happening. The hand moving softly to wipe his tears. But there's something in those violet eyes, something different. Like they had less walls, as if the usual storm that Kakucho always saw on them was calmer.

So, without even thinking about it, Kakucho just says the words. No more regrets.

"I love you, Izana.”

He whispers, before talking again, this time more firmly.

“I love you. So you can't die, because I love you. You have to promise to me that you'll not die."

Izana stares at him, a puzzled look on his face. 'Well, that's not the worst reaction ever, right?'

"I know that, idiot. We've been dating for almost a year now, you don't need to act so fucking intense about it. What the hell is wrong with you today?”

The words sound blunt, but there's so much affection behind them, that Kakucho just melts with it. Specially, when Izana ruffles his hair. A small gesture that says a lot more.

And that's when he finally gets it. This gesture, all the gentle touches, all the non-verbal things that his king is saying... They aren't new. It was always there. This was always Izana's love language. It was always there. But Kakucho never understood until now, because he never thought he deserved this love.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong, Izana.”

He answers, a bright smile on his face. Feeling lighter than ever. Of course, the older boy is not buying it, an interrogation look on his eyes. Kakucho just laughs at this, throwing his head like a little kid, unable to content so much happiness. So much life.

Until he looks through the windows and he sees it. It's starting to snow outside.

“It's snowing.”

Izana's whole expression changes with this words. His face lighting up with excitement. A genuine smile on it.

A real smile. One that makes Kakucho notices that this time, he can actually see the snow. The red is gone. Izana is there, holding his hand and smiling at him. Looking ethereal but at the same time, so real. So tangible. So alive.

The red is gone.

Izana is there.

The snow makes Kakucho happy again.

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