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The Spy Who Loved Me | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: you had a clear mission: find out what happened to the missing submarines and get your hands on the microfilm being sold illegally on the market. it was a fairly straightforward task, and you were certain that you would be able to complete it in no time—that is until you crossed paths with the infamous Agent 007 himself.

PAIRING: 007!Sangyeon x agent f!reader

GENRE: james bond / 007 au, spy, crime, angst, suggestive

WARNINGS: nc-17, its a james bond / 007 au so...expect it to be action-packed, mentions of blood, murder, mentions of gadgets and weaponry (guns, missiles, snipers), petnames (honey, sweetheart, princess), violence, Sangyeon is so goddamn flirty here i had a hard time writing this folks (expect loads of teasing and flirting from him 😃), kissing, making out

WORD COUNT: 9,276

A/N: here is my submission for the 007 files collab!! i've chosen the film the spy who loved me & obviously sangyeon (which later on i realised that i should not have wrote this film for him bcs i was going through a crisis...yall would know why as you read this 🫠) i tried my best...wished i could've executed it better but its done and dusted!! shoutout to @momhwa-agenda for always, ALWAYS, beta reading my works for me & that she's always there for me throughout the entire process 🥹🫶🏻💗

You weren’t too sure how you even managed to get yourself into the mess you were in.

Your mission was as clear as day: find out what happened to the missing submarines that had been stolen from the British and Russian army and to get your hands on the microfilm which contained illicit submarine tracking systems that were being offered for sale on the black market.

It all started out fairly smoothly—leave Russia at 5 in the morning to catch the earliest flight possible to Cairo and meet up with a man named Max Kalba, who apparently has his hands on the microfilm itself. By evening, you had safely arrived at the club after tracking his movements while scouring the bar. Sure enough, you eventually find him sitting at the corner of one of the rooms, enjoying the performance that unfolded right before his eyes.

After a few attempts to talk your way out with the club workers, you finally made your way towards the infamous man himself. You sat beside him and tried your best to coax him into handing over the microfilm.

That was until you heard a thud coming right next to you. The individual took a seat down with his glass of whiskey in hand, spinning his alcoholic beverage. At the same time, he attempted to cut right into the conversation you were having with Mr Kalba.

“Why, good evening, Mr Kalba. I’ve been eager to reach out to you-” he paused momentarily before moving his free hand to pick yours that was laid on the hems of your dress, leaving a gentle kiss on your hand. “It’s also my pleasure to meet such a beautiful young lady like you,” he winked.

The male was dressed in a full tuxedo, the suit tugging on his skin a little tight, which obviously shows that he has been hitting off the gym for quite some time. His brunette hair was parted to the sides, his shiny forehead out and shining brightly. He also paired his look with a pair of glasses, and you could’ve sworn that he probably wore a little lip tint, given the fact that his lips were a little too bright red than the usual men you have come across.

You were used to men swooning over you or using all sorts of methods to impress you because, respectfully, you weren’t labelled as one of the wisest yet most beautiful KGB agents in history. It was also part of your tactic to get them to fall for you first before you eventually turned the tables and used them to your advantage.

However, something in this person’s eyes seemed a lot different than the men you have encountered in the past. Something tells you that this man isn’t someone to be taken lightly off, as he looks back up to you with this malicious intent.

It was as if he was trying to tell you to challenge him.

What was he then? Was he after the microfilm just like you were?

After a few minutes of the male trying his best to break the ice between Mr Kalba, this whole facade that he has been working hard on finally comes to a halt as he leans over, intertwining his fingers, and stares intently at you.

“I would like to purchase the microfilm.”

As far as you knew, only the KGB agents were aware of the missing submarines and the microfilm being sold on the black market. You were certain that the general had made it clear to you that none of the other agencies or associations were aware of this matter, and it was strictly up to the KGB agents to deal with the case privately.

So who was he? Why did he know about your supposed mission?

The adrenaline came rushing all over you, and you needed to do something and act fast before the microfilm fell into the wrong hands.

“I would like to bid for a higher price, Mr Kalba,” you announced, leaning in close to the infamous man to give him a little whiff of your perfume, hoping he would fall for you. Sure enough, the man couldn’t resist the scent or your outfit before responding to the other male waiting patiently at the side.

“I’m sorry, gentleman. You heard the woman, and clearly, you’re at a disadvantage right here, don’t you think?”

“Well then, I suppose I just have to bid higher than the stunning woman herself, no?” he said confidently.

Mr Kalba was certainly intrigued and was ready to hear the male’s proposal before he got interrupted by one of his servants, ushering him out to another room to pick up an urgent call. Once he was out of the room, the male suddenly moved closer towards you, to the point that his shoulders were touching yours, leaving little to no space between you both.

“Who are you exactly?” you bluntly spat out, not giving him the opportunity to start the conversation, at least like normal strangers would.

“Aww sweetheart, that’s some very bold language you’ve got there coming straight out of your mouth. You don’t trust me at all, huh?” He leaned in closer till you felt his hot breath on your bare skin.

“You’re a spy; which agency are you working for?”

“That’s too blunt.”

“I’ve got no time to waste,” you replied.

Before the male could even give you a proper response, something made him turn his head immediately towards the other room. He stared at the locked door for a good couple of seconds. He immediately examined the room, not caring about your presence, causing you to trail him from behind.

Once he did manage to pick the lock, the both of you were met by the lifeless body of Mr Kalba, lying in a pool of his blood. The male immediately bent down to examine the body up close, shaking his head when he did not feel a pulse on his wrist. Before he was ready to leave the body, he noticed the marks that were left on the side of his neck, causing his eyes to widen at the sight of it before he began marching down the hallway.

You wouldn’t get your potential witness or suspect off that easily, so you decided to jump onto the vehicle he had stolen from outside the party—a food truck.

As you easily opened the passenger door and slipped right into the vehicle, the male glanced at you before diverting his attention back to the road and driving off into the darkness.

It seemed as if the male could tell that you had so many questions to dump on him, but he beat you to it before you could even open your mouth.

“Major Y/N is working for the KGB. An agent who has never failed a single mission and is always on the hunt for the most notorious criminals across the globe. A seductress, seducing men has always been your primary method to manipulate people and get them to cooperate with you-”

“Okay, you made your point,” you cut him off. “Now, tell me what made you decide that driving into the darkness in the desert is the most plausible reason, given the situation that we’re in now.”

“Honey, you’re a high-ranking agent from the KGB; I’m sure you have noticed the bite marks on the late Mr Kalba’s neck,” he replied nonchalantly.

Bite marks? You were confused. You definitely saw that the source of the blood was oozing out from his neck, but you never did witness bite marks upon the wound with your naked eyes. Could it be that you missed a crucial detail? And how was the man able to catch onto something you couldn’t?

Your stunned behaviour and look gave the male more than enough reason to believe that you couldn’t examine the body up close, so he did you a favour by telling you all about his thoughts and predictions.

“Those bite marks belong to a notorious criminal that you and I have been trying so hard to catch over the past few months, and I’m sure that will certainly ring a bell now.”

Sure enough, it did, and there was only one person you knew of who also committed crimes with the same modus operandi.

“Jaws.”

“That’s right, honey. Let’s go meet our man of the night, shall we?”

After hours of driving through the desert, both of you arrived at a seemingly deserted site filled with tons of broken-down monuments and statues.

There was absolutely no reason for anyone to come here at all, so you knew from the back of your mind that this would be the perfect hunting ground for Jaws as there was also barely any signal out here, making it nearly impossible to contact the headquarters if something tragic were to happen.

As the two of you stepped out of the vehicle, the male immediately took one of his free arms to keep you in place behind him. His other hand was busy reloading a Walther PPK 7.65mm to ensure that he was armed and ready should Jaws ever strike back. You decided it was best to follow in his footsteps while trying to be his other pair of eyes to scour the place.

The place felt eerily silent, almost way too silent. It was an abandoned site, and no one would be in the right mindset to come to a place like this. But the fact that both of you were on the hunt for a wanted criminal paints the situation differently.

Just when the both of you have reached the other end of the site, your sixth sense immediately tells you that something is going to happen within the next few seconds, and that is when you look up to see a brick falling right on top of the both of you. You immediately push both of you out of the way with your quick reflexes before a looming shadow falls upon the male himself.

It was Jaws.

The criminal was already armed with a broken wooden board in hand and began swinging violently at the male to hurt him. The unnamed spy was trying his best to dodge by landing a few punches onto the criminal, which was clearly deemed ineffective, given that Jaws was known for their brute strength and solid defence. Unlucky for the male, he actually took out quite a few hits from the wooden board—you were surprised that he was still standing strong despite having a few cut marks on his bare skin.

You quickly backed away and hid in a corner, trying to take out your revolver where you hid on the holster that was wrapped around your thigh and reloading it with bullets. You have encountered the criminal a couple of times in the past; you knew that normal bullets would do little to no damage to that man; his body was as solid as steel.

Instead, you looked around to see if there was something you could aim at to ensure that the criminal could be stopped momentarily while trying to save the agent who was fighting for his life. A minute passed when you finally landed your eyes upon a rope close to breaking off several metres high from the brawl between Jaws and the agent. There are a few stacks of abandoned materials that would knock them out for a while if they were to fall upon someone.

Quickly running in closer without being detected, you aimed your gun at the rope before mentally counting down for a few seconds before firing the shot. The shot was loud enough to make both males divert their attention towards you, and thankfully, the agent was able to catch on with your doing before he quickly ran towards you and grabbed your wrist to take you away from the site as the wooden boards and abandoned materials came crumbling down directly onto Jaws.

Rushing right back to the vehicle, you offered to drive as you deemed the male himself to be unfit for the driver’s seat (given the injuries he had sustained). As you peered through the rearview mirror, you could tell that Jaws was slowly making his way out from the crumble and would start charging towards you. Not wanting to allow him to do so, you stepped onto the accelerator and quickly sped away from there, not caring if you were going beyond the given limit.

After minutes of driving at full speed, you finally slowed down when you decided you had lost him far enough. Now, you can drive at your own pace while taking in everything that has happened throughout the night until that voice cuts you off from your train of thought.

“Geez, can you female agents not drive at an average speed? Where’s your sympathy for us sitting on the passenger seat?” He sulked.

“I think you owe me a “thank you” instead for what I did back there,” you replied bluntly.

The male could only respond with a smile before he took his hands off the handle and leaned back into his seat. “Actually, I think you might want to thank me instead.”

Right after he finished his sentence, he pulled out a little black USB containing the sole mission you were tasked with for the night.

The microfilm.

But now, it was in the wrong hands, and you needed to negotiate with the agent to find out how he knew precisely about this and who he was working for.

Composing yourself, you took a deep breath before politely asking the male, “What do I have to do to get my hands on the microfilm?”

“Huh, look at you, ready to pounce on me already? Did they not tell you to behave as an agent-”

“Cut off the wild thoughts. I’m only here from the microfilm, and that’s it.”

That was when the male began twirling the USB device on his fingers, giving you a little Yes-I’m-currently-thinking look, trying to rationalise with himself on what to do with you. “How about a glass of red wine while we gaze at the sunrise next morning?”

“What are you, a romanticist?” You growled back, feeling a little annoyed with the answer that he gave.

“Of course, darling. It’s one of the many reasons I always succeed at my job.”

“Clearly, those young ladies need to check their eyesight at the doctors.”

“Now, now…” he pouts before almost laying his hands to rest on your thigh but retracting when he saw that you were giving him the death stare as if you were about to ditch him out here right in the middle of nowhere if he ever had the guts to do so. “Hmph, you’re no fun.”

“What exactly do you want, Mr Agent.”

As you said those words, his flirtatious image began dying down, and he looked at you as if he were being drop-dead serious. You intrigued him, and he was now resting and leaning his arm on the winded-down car windows while he stared right into your soul.

“You’re not bad, Major Y/N. You definitely live up to all the expectations people label you as.”

So, he knew about your identity.

Instantly, you stepped on the break vigorously before pointing your loaded gun right into his face, forcing him to spit out whatever else he was hiding before anything else.

“Time is up. I’ve been patient enough to deal with your nonsense, but I’m done playing pretend. So you better tell me who exactly you are before I pull this damn trigger,” you threatened.

As he looked up and down from the gun to your face, he gently placed two of his fingers right on top of your gun before pushing it down gently so that he could lean in closer so that he was merely inches away from you now.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Major Y/N. The name is Agent 007, better known as Bond. James Bond. You will be coming with me instead, my princess.”

You couldn’t believe it when the general informed you that the Soviet agency would collaborate with British Intelligence. Right after that confrontation in the desert, Agent 007 took over the wheel and drove you both to a secluded area near an oasis, where he informed you that both generals from your respective agencies were already expecting your arrival.

As soon as you both met your superiors, Agent 007 wasted no time briefing the team about what he had found on the microfilm itself (apparently, he could examine it while you were speeding off from Jaws). Unfortunately, the crucial evidence from the film has been removed, and there isn’t much to go on with it.

That was until the infamous agent discovered a faded-off crest at the far end of the film. With Q’s help (the quartermaster of the M16), they could track down the source, which belonged to the famous scientist Karl Stromberg. However, his lab was located in Sardinia, which required a train and a boat ride to reach the island.

Luckily for you, you were pretty familiar with the place itself since you have spent much of your time there hunting down wanted criminals for the past decade, so you practically knew your way around the entire island.

However, it was also unlucky for you that both agencies decided that two brilliant minds like you two would prove to be worthy and crucial for the mission to succeed, causing them to make a pact, and they agreed that both agents would work together to fulfill the mission.

So here you are now, sitting in Agent 007’s car as he drives the both of you up to the highest mansion in Sardinia, making your way towards Mr Stromberg’s lab while posing as Agent 007’s wife.

Yes. Wife.

That idea irked you so much at the beginning, knowing that both of your first encounters with one another weren’t the best, and you certainly did not return the favour of him trying his best to woo and flirt with you. But you knew that taking on multiple identities was part of your job, and so was keeping your personal feelings and emotions out of the way while you were on duty.

With that, you decided to casually guide Agent 007 around the city, securely infiltrate Mr Stromberg’s lab, obtain the necessary information, and quickly leave the islands to return to headquarters.

It shouldn’t be that hard.

Right?

“Say, princess, tell me a little more about yourself.” Agent 007 broke the silence between you two, desperately trying his best to break down the solid wall of ice between you both since that first encounter in Cairo.

Yet, you had no interest in returning the favour and tried your best to turn him down. “I would suggest you drive safely instead. The rocky roads up to Mr Stromberg’s lab are pretty nasty if you’re not careful.”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about me. I’ve driven pretty much every single vehicle or transport out there. I could take you up in my very own helicopter for a little ride after this whole mission is complete.”

“Don’t bother. I will cut ties with you after we secure the microfilm.”

“Shame. I thought we were getting closer now that we’re partners.”

As soon as you heard the word “partners,” you couldn’t help but feel a sudden wave of anger rise upon you. You began raising your voice to respond to the male while swiftly turning your entire body towards his direction as well.

“You’re insane for thinking that we could ever be partners. Clearly, you don’t prove yourself to be worthy as Agent Seryozha-”

That was when you instantly slapped a hand to cover your mouth, trying your best to calm yourself down as you readjusted your sitting position. You have no idea why on earth this man irks you so much, to the point that you’ve messed up and even brought your lover—well, ex-lover—into the picture.

Agent Seryozha unfortunately passed when he was on a mission in Austria, and a week later, the missing submarines happened, and you were sent off to Cairo. Hence, you barely had time to grieve over your actual partner in crime before you had to convince yourself and everyone else that you’re nowhere near as affected by the sudden news.

But your now bright red face proved otherwise, and Agent 007 was able to catch on pretty quickly to what happened, and he immediately handed you a napkin from his side pocket while his other hand was still on the wheel.

“W-What?” You sniffled.

“Take it, honey. Wipe off the teardrop dripping down your face. It doesn’t look good on you.”

That was when you realised you were crying, and you quickly snatched the napkin away from his hands before drying your eyes. Things went quiet for a while, but he decided that you probably needed some comfort after all that had happened over the past several weeks.

Without saying a word, he instantly intertwined his fingers with yours, holding them tight while giving you a little squeeze to let you know that everything would be alright and you were more than welcome to let out those tears if need be. At this point, you desperately needed this for so long, someone who wouldn’t judge you, and that time could slow down for a little bit. With that, you shut your eyes tightly while letting the remaining tears fall straight down onto your hand as well as his, all while you tightened the grip of your hands with his, too.

After a good minute or two, when you finally could calm down, you mustered up all of the courage left within you to give him a simple answer: “T-Thank you…”

“Call me Sangyeon instead; we’ve now made a pact that we’re partners in crime on our new mission together.”

Thankfully, both of you could easily infiltrate Mr Stromberg’s lab without being detected. Once you got out of the car, you immediately showcased your professionalism by taking on the role of Sangyeon’s wife and linking your arms around his. He introduced himself as Lee Sangyeon, a scientist who was also into marine biology like Mr Stromberg. He was eager to share his recent discoveries with the infamous man himself.

Mr Stromberg strictly requested that only a few people enter his lab one at a time, so you had no choice but to stay in the common area with his assistant while your “husband” went off to attend some business.

Before he left, he quickly turned his attention to you and pecked you on the cheeks, which caused them to heat up fairly quickly. Then he smiled and gave you a little wink.

“I’ll be back real soon, honey.”

As Sangyeon and Mr Stromberg entered the elevators and brought them down to his official lab, you sat on the couch and quickly placed your palm on your cheeks to feel the heat. Unfortunately, your actions did not go unnoticed; his assistant remarked on them, making you feel ten times worse.

“Seems like you both are a newlywed couple, huh?” She smirked.

“W-What! No! I-I mean…what makes you say that?” You tried your best to keep your composure.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s how you both look at one another, especially your husband, as he came back to peck you on your cheeks. And look at you now, trying your best to reduce the redness and heat that’s rapidly rising,” she commented while moving her fist to cover her mouth as she giggled.

As much as you hated how she taunted you, you couldn’t deny every detail she had just pointed out in her speech. It was true, and you hated how Sangyeon was making you feel things and that you weren’t keeping your cool as usual.

You have made out with many men before this because of your mission, so a little peck on the cheeks would prove to be little to no concern for you. But it was different this time. It was the James Bond, his real name being Lee Sangyeon, who was actually making you feel this way, and you’re not sure what exactly your viewpoint on the man himself is anymore.

Not wanting to create more of a scene, you quietly looked down the entire time while playing with the hems of your dress, trying to calm yourself down and not having other unnecessary thoughts. Mentally, all you wanted was for Sangyeon to get the microfilm and get out of there quickly.

Perhaps this is something you have to discuss with Sangyeon about? You certainly can’t be going on like this forever; it would definitely be best if you both came clean and-

Wait. No. Absolutely not.

There’s no way the KGB's Major Y/N would be vulnerable to small matters like this. You have fought armies, destroyed nuclear weapons, and guided the Soviet army into war; there’s no way a little flirting or romance could crumble you like this.

Because that would be humiliating for you.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, Sangyeon finally returned. He immediately approached you, causing you to get up frantically from the couch before clearing your throat to get back into your supposed role.

“H-How was the discussion with Mr Stromberg, my love?”

“Oh, I assure you, honey, that everything went very well, and it’s time for us to move now.”

With that, you linked your arms with his before you bid farewell to the assistant as she showed the way out. Instantly, you both got into the vehicle and drove off from the lab, heading straight to the docks.

Again, it seems as if Sangyeon hasn’t had enough of the breaking-the-ice talks with you. He decided to keep the ball rolling and would constantly come up with something to discuss when all you wanted was peace and quiet.

Especially after what happened back at the lab.

“Honey, you’re still blushing,” he teased.

“Cut the crap, Sangyeon. We’re no longer in our role-plays.”

“Aww, and I thought we were both finally partners now? What’s with the foul mood once again?”

“Shut up and drive, I swear,” you huffed.

“Or else?”

“I will actually throw you right into the ocean right now.”

“Feisty. I love it.”

Oh, hell no, you were definitely frustrated, alright.

Just before you could make your following remark, a bullet instantly grazes through the vehicle, causing you both to turn your heads behind to see that you were now being chased by several vehicles, all of whom were part of Mr Stromberg’s bodyguards.

“Guess the infamous man himself isn’t so dull, after all,” Sangyeon commented before speeding up the vehicle. As he was about to reach for his revolver, which was hidden on the side of his seat, you immediately stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“Don’t bother, just continue driving up ahead. I’ll keep them busy.”

With that, you instantly took out the gun that was hidden inside your purse and reloaded the weapon within seconds before you peered your head out from the windows and began shooting at the bodyguards.

It was fairly easy for you, being KGB’s best sniper, as you were able to hit all of the vital spots of the vehicles, causing each of them to lose control before either crashing right into the slope of the hill or into the ocean. However, it seemed as if the vehicles kept coming, for you were not coming any closer to knocking them out for good.

“It seems like Stromberg has way too many henchmen on patrol,” you commented before resuming your work.

At this point, Sangyeon has already driven you nearly half the distance to the docks, and you were coming far from eliminating all of them. Suddenly, things were about to get from bad to worse when a big truck came crashing into you, trying its best to damage your vehicle in hopes of attempting that the both of you would surrender. That was when the driver peered their head out from the windows and immediately aimed his gun towards you.

Jaws.

Sangyeon clearly saw what had unfolded, and he quickly swerved the vehicle to the left in hopes that the criminal would miss the shot (which he did) before pressing onto the accelerator once more to head as fast as he could to the docks. At the same time, the sound of a helicopter's thrum came flying in, and you both peered your heads up to see that it was the same assistant from before driving it.

“Agent 007 and Major L/N, I would highly advise you to hand over the microfilm and surrender quietly right now,” the assistant announced out loud through the radios before aiming her gun towards you both.

You both were stuck in a tight-knit situation: a car chase from Jaws and his men while Stromberg’s assistant was above the high ground. Now, there was nowhere to hide or run.

Or so you thought.

“Say, Y/N. Can you swim?” Sangyeon asked swiftly.

“W-What? What are you saying-”

Before you could respond, Sangyeon quickly pressed one of the many buttons on his steering wheel, causing his vehicle to launch a missile from the back towards Jaws and his men. The missile instantly hit the cars, and they all blew up within seconds before Sangyeon drove the vehicle straight into the ocean.

Once the vehicle came into contact with water, it seemingly transformed itself into a mini-like submarine, making it easy to navigate and drive through underneath the water.

“Well, it also seems that we should eliminate our unwanted guests, no?” Sangyeon questioned before pressing another button. He launched a missile that shot straight up out from the waters and right towards the helicopter, making it explode almost immediately.

Now that all enemies were gone, Sangyeon rolled his shoulders to relax the tension that he had gotten throughout the car chase before driving smoothly through the waters.

Throughout your time as an agent, you have witnessed and experienced crazy things, but nothing came close to what you had just seen with your very own eyes.

Grabbing onto the handle upon your seat, you turned to Sangyeon and let out a little huff before shaking your head. “You’re insane.”

“I know, sweetheart. That’s why people adore me.”

It has been about an hour since the both of you got back to your accommodations, and you were now just writing in your journal as a time to wind down for a little bit. Both you and Sangyeon had a little chat about the findings he had gotten through the microfilm, and talking to Mr Stromberg himself was that he had a hidden supertanker in the ocean called The Liparus and an underwater base named Atlantis. In order to proceed, both of you needed to wait for your next orders from both generals specifically to arrange a much more suitable transport and disguise to head over to the locations.

So here you were, relaxing with your journal while Sangyeon was busy taking a nice hot bath after all the chase from Stromberg’s henchmen hours ago. When you heard the water supply being turned off, the male stepped out of his bathrobe and took a towel to dry his hair as he approached you.

Once again, your cheek began burning red as you took in the sight before you—his hair dripping wet, his bare face as he just got out of the shower, and the slightly exposed chest from the bathrobe.

It’s illegal to look this good, Lee Sangyeon.

“Like what you see, princess?”

With that, you immediately snapped back into reality, clearly your throat, before ducking your head back to your journal. “In your face, you idiot.”

Just when you thought that returning to your journal would help you escape his torments and flirty comments, you suddenly felt the need to lift your head to see what was happening. You felt that someone had been eyeing you up close for a while now.

Turns out your instinct was true, and you could’ve sworn that you were about to explode anytime now due to the immense heat rising rapidly up to your head as Sangyeon had positioned himself entirely on top of you, both of his legs on either side of yours as he leans his head forward, making you lay back down on the couch.

“W-What on earth do you think you’re doing!” You screamed, covering your face with your journal before the man himself removed it.

“You have been acting strangely since this morning, Y/N. Care to share with me why exactly that is?”

“I-It’s none of your business!”

“Unfortunately, now that we’re no longer strangers but partners, I deserve to know every single detail about what’s going on in that little mind of yours,” he retorted while lifting his fingers to rub your nose, making your stomach feel even worse. “Tell me, princess. Pinky promise that we won’t keep any secrets from each other, no?”

“Jokes on you, we’re spies. We’ll always live a double life. You’ll never get to know about my secrets, ever.”

“Hmm, maybe I can make that happen.”

In the blink of an eye, he immediately leans down to kiss your lips directly, slowly increasing the pressure as he lowers his body to yours. You were too stunned to react and could only open your eyes to see the whole thing unfold before you. Within seconds, he pulled away before rubbing his thumb across his lips, savouring your taste on his.

“Hmm, mango lip balm huh? That’s my favourite kind of flavour,” he smirked.

Goddamn you, Lee Sangyeon.

“I swear you’re so-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a knock was heard from the front door, and Sangyeon immediately got up from you and headed towards the source of the sound. He then unlocked the door to see that a messenger had arrived to pass him a note.

As you squint your eyes to examine the letter from afar, you clearly see the stamp on it, and you know that it is time to cut off all of this nonsense and get back to work as soon as possible.

Sangyeon immediately returns to the living space and opens up to read the letter in his hands. Thanks to Q’s examination, it seemed that The Liparus and Atlantis were keeping something far more threatening, and it was up to you two to head there as quickly as you could before it was too late. The two of you were to board a US submarine that would be passing back to Sardinia early the next morning, with the general already informing the crew abroad about your presence.

“Alright, that seems plausible,” Sangyeon replied before burning the letter into the fireplace (it was what spies usually do after receiving a message about the next mission or crucial evidence anyway).

As you took on the next mission, you stood up before heading back towards your room to pack up for the trip before Sangyeon stopped you in your tracks by posing a question.

“That nightgown sure does look pretty on you.”

You figured you were done trying to escape his comments, so you took a deep breath and tried your best to respond properly. “Yeah, I got it in Austria a few weeks prior. It’s such a beautiful place.”

“Indeed. I miss travelling there; I’ll have to head back there soon.”

“Oh? So you have been to Austria? When was your last trip?” You asked.

“Two weeks ago.”

Just then, that comment suddenly rang a bell in your head. Sangyeon was there two weeks ago, just like you did, but both knew very little about the other. But what if…there was a possibility that he knew about your ex-lover? You were all spies; surely you must’ve known about one another, even in an auditory manner.

Instantly, you marched towards Sangyeon, pulling up a picture of your ex-lover and shovelling it into his face. You desperately wanted to find answers and a conclusion to the case. “Do you recognise this man?”

It took Sangyeon a while to look at him before he stepped away and started pacing around the room. “No, what makes you say that?”

“He was Agent Seryozha, my lover,” you bluntly replied.

After a few moments of what seemed like Sangyeon trying to find the right words to respond to your comment, he placed both hands on his hips and slowly walked towards you.

“Hear this out, Y/N. If you’re out trying to enjoy your little break and someone comes up behind you in an attempt to murder you, you don’t always have the time to remember who the individual may look like. In other words, agents like us must always be prepared to give up our lives in the line of duty. If I knew that, then so did he.”

With one final step in front of you, he stares down at your face before he humbly whispers to you with a “Yes, I did kill him”.

Your facial expression immediately sank and tightened. Both hands balled up into fists, resisting the urge to lose your cool for the millionth time before him. Instead, you calmly tip-toed up to bring his neck down with your hands as you leaned into his ear.

“Well then, thanks for finally putting a closure to this case. So when this mission is finally over, I will kill you with my own bare hands.”

Once you had made your point, you immediately shoved him away and stomped towards your room, slamming the door shut loudly before leaning against it. Taking a deep breath, you just wished this nightmare would end soon.

Just when things finally looked good for us, Sangyeon.

You knew from the back of your mind that kiss meant something, or at least you thought it was. Sure, he was a womaniser, but the Sangyeon you knew wouldn’t go around kissing random women like that. As much as you wanted to ask him about it, you had your ego and pride to keep, not wanting to show that he was winning the little game that he was playing. Hence, you kept your mouth shut and spared little to no glance at the man since the day before, even as you were slowly let down into the submarine sent by both of the generals for you to board to head to Stromberg’s The Liparus to find out what exactly he was hiding truly.

The commander was surprised to see a woman like you on board, but Sangyeon jumped into your defence, and you were immediately let loose, given that they were now aware you were the Major L/N of KGB. After some time of meticulous planning of how everyone would proceed, the alarm started going off immediately, sending everyone on the submarine into a frenzy.

It wasn’t long before you and Sangyeon realised that the tanker had captured the submarine, the vehicle slowly rising from the waters to the docks. Immediately, Sangyeon nudged your shoulders and quietly said that the missing submarines had been found, each hanging up on both sides of the docks.

Now, you have plenty of evidence that Stromberg was the man behind the disappearance of the submarines and the illegal distribution of microfilms.

But the question of why Stromberg did it still remains a mystery.

Why?

“All crew members of the USS Wayne, surrender yourselves immediately with your hands behind your back right this second,” one of the commanders announced out loud from the speakers.

This was when you knew it was time to put your feelings aside and that working with Sangyeon for now was best. You both needed to devise a plan to release the two submarines and save the crew simultaneously. Time was ticking as you were now being escorted out of the submarine to the docks, but Sangyeon managed to take off his cap and place it right on your head, pushing it down to ensure it was intact.

“Stay close to me; I’ll keep you safe from Stromberg’s men.”

You didn’t give him a proper response but managed to walk right in front of him as you exited the submarine, lining up with the crew as Stromberg’s men carefully examined every single one of you. They pulled out batons and immediately started landing a few blows directly onto the crew members as if to torture and humiliate them.

Your blood was boiling, and you couldn’t wait to take these men down with your bare hands. You have done it countless times, taking out an entire army alone; it was easy for you. However, Sangyeon notices that you are about to jump right onto the men and perform a takedown; he snakes his hand to intertwine with yours from behind, putting a slight pressure to tell you this wouldn’t be a good idea for now.

The only thing was: were you going to take up his advice?

As one of the men stood before you, he looked suspiciously at you, examining you from top to bottom before commenting on your body: “You look far too slim and weak to be in the navy, youngster.” Just then, he took his baton to lift your cap, causing all of your long, brown, wavy hair to fall straight down to your shoulders, and his eyes widened upon the sight.

Within seconds, you quickly landed a strong punch into his abdomen before running to do the same to the other men, instantly knocking them out cold. All of the other henchmen on duty on higher grounds quickly started aiming their snipers towards you, shooting recklessly in hopes of one of the bullets hitting you eventually. Little did they know that you are the best sniper in KGB, so obviously, reading and sensing where the bullets were coming from was a breeze in the park.

When you have taken down all of the men at the docks, a shadowy figure emerges upon you, yanking both your arms behind your back, leaving you no room for escape. Suddenly, you felt that familiar breath hit the back of your neck, and you slowly turned behind to look at the familiar figure.

“Jaws.”

“My my! What a sight that was!” Another shadow emerges on the top of the deck, accompanied by a hand-clapping sound that the individual was producing. It was the infamous man himself. “I’ve always wanted to see the infamous Major L/N in action with my own eyes.”

This can’t be good.

“Now, it’s very brave of a woman like you to board my tanker, but I think you’ll be far more useful if you quietly come with me. I could definitely use some help in my office.” He steps in front of you and takes a strand of your hair before he starts twirling it around his finger. As much as you want to retaliate and land a blow into his face to break his jaw, you are stuck and unable to move even in the slightest.

Jaws indeed was an exceptional human being.

“Hate to be the party pooper, but I’m sure I could be of better use to you than she will be, Mr Stromberg,” Sangyeon cuts in as he slowly makes his way towards you both, aiming his revolver right at the mastermind himself.

Mentally, you were sending him death stares, thinking that he was out of his mind to aim his gun at Stromberg when dozens of snipers were already aiming right at him from above. Instead of putting up another joke to ease the situation (which he usually did to tease you), he glared right into your eyes, signalling a code only high-ranking agents like you could understand from the get-go.

Don’t miss my signal, and do it right away.

With a gulp, you carefully examined his body movements and speech, studying his demeanour to explore the opening that would let you know that you could finally retaliate and defeat the criminals themselves.

“Ah, Mr Bond. Your disguise as Dr. Lee the other day certainly did not go unnoticed. I assure you that my men are far more ready to deal with whatever tricks you are about to pull,” Stromberg responded confidently.

“Now, that makes me so happy to hear you have been expecting my arrival. But I must first and foremost deeply apologise, for I probably would not be meeting your expectations.”

That sent a confused look in Stromberg’s eyes, and it was then Sangyeon pointed his gun up and fired a shot, causing the entire electricity to go off in the tanker, making all of the henchmen panic and lose their cool.

Now that it was dark, you had a bigger advantage of taking down the criminals, starting with Jaws. You lifted your legs to land a solid kick up on his thighs, causing him to yelp in pain as he released you from his grip. You quickly climbed up to Jaws and gave him a headlock, knocking him out temporarily so that you had time to deal with the other henchmen for now.

Before you could even make your way up, you noticed Sangyeon’s absence and began hearing multiple men grunting on the upper docks. This gave you more than enough hints that your partner was up there dealing with the mess.

Instead, you decided to follow and hunt down Stromberg, following his faint shadows as he disappeared into the bottom deck. Many obstacles were in the way, such as laser fields and sleeping gas. Still, thanks to your flexibility and agility, you avoided each one, narrowing the distance between you and the mastermind.

Eventually, you reached the control room, where the man stood before the panel, his hands inches away from pushing down on a huge red button.

Aiming the gun right at him, you weren’t going to waste any more time and let him run loose again, and you were finally going to get him to spill all of the motives and deeds he had done up till this point.

“You want to know why I stole the two submarines in the first place, sweetheart? I am going to use the missiles in both submarines to destroy Moscow and New York City and create a whole new underwater world where people could reside.”

“You’re just going to trigger a global nuclear war.”

“And what about it? As long as I have the Atlantis, it’ll all be possible!” He screamed, inches away from pushing the button down any second now. “So say your last prayers to these beloved cities, and join us to start a new civilisation underwater!”

No, you don’t.

Without a thought to spare, you instantly aimed and pulled the trigger at his wrist, the bullet penetrating right through the skin and causing him to pull back as he yelped in pain. You weren’t going to let him live just like that, and you were more than ready to throw the man right into the cold, rising ocean water that was now slowly filling up the tanker.

Right when you were just about to do the deed, someone grabbed your wrist and held you back. It was Sangyeon. “Women like you shouldn’t get your hands dirty; let me do the honours.” With one swift push, he was immediately thrown into the waters, trying to survive the best that he could until the water completely engulfed him.

Sangyeon then turned his head back and walked straight to the panel, typing in a few things that you could barely make out yourself. This made you squint your eyes and try your best to read his fingers on the letters he was typing.

“Don’t do that; it doesn’t look pretty on your face.”

“Mind your own business; what exactly are you doing now?”

“Honey, I’m trying my best to contact the respective submarines to pull back and not fire the missiles, but it turns out that it’s not really plausible since the missiles are already loaded and ready to go.”

“So, what do you plan to do now?”

“Well, there’s only one option left. And that is to make both submarines destroy one another.”

Destroy one another? You have got to be joking. Your mission was to find out the locations of both missing submarines to ensure your respective agencies were safe and sound. So why destroy them now?

“Because that’s the only way to prevent a war from happening, sweetheart. It’s now or never,” Sangyeon made his point loud and clear, and he would not take no as an option. Reluctantly, you finally accepted his decision and gave him a nod, allowing him to proceed with what he was doing.

That was until Jaws interrupted you both once again, this time holding a broken piece of cement from the flood on the upper floors. He quickly aimed and hit you with it, but you dodged it swiftly. It seemed like he wouldn’t go down without a fight, and you certainly couldn’t let him distract Sangyeon while he was trying his best to send coordinates to both submarine commanders.

Then, you noticed an opening where a wired fence had broken apart, leaving a hole that someone could easily fall into if they weren’t careful. Then you decided to take the chance, moving slowly towards that spot while still dodging Jaws’ attacks.

Slowly but surely, you finally began to see an opening, and you immediately moved out of the way, causing Jaws to run right towards the edge of the opening. He started to lose his balance before finally falling straight into Stromberg’s shark tank, which he kept handy while running his illegal business.

After ensuring that Jaws was busy with the shark in the tank, you quickly ran back to Sangyeon, who was now staring intently at the screen with his arms crossed. With that, you clearly got the message that he had successfully sent the respective coordinates and was now waiting for both submarines to launch the missile against one another instead.

“How much longer?” You asked the male.

“Hmm, I’d say in T minus…10 seconds.”

“W-What? 10 seconds? Then-”

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s time to get the hell out of here.”

Immediately, Sangyeon quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you away. He returned to the docks and found the nearest exit before jumping straight into the escape pod. Sangyeon wasted no time navigating and getting the thing to work as you both quickly got the hell out of the tanker that was about to sink.

Apparently, he could also free the other crew members beforehand while you were busy chasing down Stromberg and had them returned to their submarine. With his signal, the commander on board was to shoot down both The Liparus and Atlantis. In order to do that, both of you needed to get far away enough to make it happen.

After navigating through the open waters for about ten minutes, Sangyeon sent the commander a set of coordinates via the mini-control panel on the side of the escape pod. Two missiles were then launched immediately, shooting down both Stromberg’s hideouts.

It all happened so quickly. Now that both submarines were destroyed, and so was Stromberg’s valued tanker and hideout, the mission was finally accomplished.

Or was it?

Instantly, you pulled out a revolver from your holster and pushed it right towards Sangyeon’s skull. You have always kept true to your promise, after all.

“What is this all about, princess?”

“Like I’ve said before. Once the mission is over, and so will we, I will kill you for what you have done to my past lover.”

Sangyeon immediately shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “Sweetheart, you clearly said that it was your past lover. Would killing me do any good or bring him back to life?”

You hated how much his words stung your heart. You were too blinded by rage and revenge to determine right and wrong. Since the beginning, Sangyeon has always been there and kept you safe while completing the mission. Sure, he was a womaniser and could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he always kept his word, no matter what he did.

If it wasn’t for him, you weren’t sure you could complete this whole mission alone. Yet, you couldn’t bring it out from your mouth to actually acknowledge his presence in your life and how he was somehow able to give you a sense of comfort throughout the past couple of weeks as you mourned over the death of your ex-partner.

Your grip on the revolver loosened, and Sangyeon made a move to grab hold of your wrist and slowly pull it down. It was evident by now that your tears began flowing again, and he reached out to brush them off with his thumbs before lifting your chin with his fingers to make you look straight into his eyes.

“You have done so well, Major Y/N. I couldn’t be more proud of you as a partner.”

“P-Partner?” You sniffled.

Instantly, his eyes brightened, and he leaned in close to you. “Unless you would like to proceed further than that?”

Not wanting to lose the fight, you placed both hands behind his neck, pulling him in closer to you so that both lips were now inches apart. “Don’t be stupid.”

You had no idea what made you return the favour this time when you have been actively rejecting his comfort and touch for so long. Perhaps it was because you have finally decided to accept reality and move on with life; you didn’t even know much about yourself. But you needed one thing so badly: to feel his lips on yours again.

You couldn’t enjoy it much during your first time with him (well, it was his fault for teasing you and thinking that it would be a good idea somehow to manipulate your thoughts and emotions in a bathrobe). Still, he also wore a cologne that smelled way too good for him, one that would lure you in if you weren’t careful enough.

His lips, god. Never in a million years would his nasty mouth actually hold such plump and flavourful lips, and he definitely knew his way around kissing a woman. He knew the right pace, movement and pressure to please someone, and he was also wearing a mango-flavoured lip balm, very similar to the one you would often wear yourself.

When you both finally broke apart for some air, Sangyeon gave you a grin, and you returned the favour with a slap on his shoulders, knowing that he was going to say something about you.

“So you finally admitted your feelings for me, princess? It took you long enough to do so,” he teased.

You knew all along that your feelings for Sangyeon weren’t normal. It definitely did seem like Sangyeon was an escape for you to get over your ex, but eventually, it blossomed into something more, and you fell for his charms. At this point, you knew there was no longer a way to hide your feelings, and it was time to face reality the way it is.

“You could’ve just told me you wanted me this badly, Y/N,” he continued.

“I’m still going to kill you someday, Sangyeon. Don’t get all cocky,” you deadpanned.

However, the male wasn’t affected in the slightest, and he leans back down to reconnect your lips with his once more.

“Tempting, and I’ll very much look forward to the day when it happens.”

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Drowning In The Depths

Sorry it took me so long yall, I have been sick af and with school starting back it is kicking my ass. Gotta love them STEM degrees, know what I mean?

Part 12

Pairing: Captain Price x Male!Reader

WC: 18.3k

Synopsis: Who said Price gotta be the Captain all the time? I am so sorry in advance

Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut, blood, canon typical violence

Darkness swallowed the team as everyone jostled against one another in the back. Well, almost everyone. Price and Gaz had both taken up positions in buildings on the North and South sides of the building in their individual sniper’s nest. Fuckin snipers. You had to stop yourself from snickering at the thought of the two of them laying on the floor the past day as if they were statues. It couldn’t be comfortable, that was for sure.

You stopped yourself though, sniffing as you reached up to wipe at your nose and look around the dark compartment of the van. Konig was sitting next to you on the bench the team had apparently earned after your last successful mission. It certainly made the ride more comfortable as Watcher navigated through the darkened and ghostly quiet streets outside. The terrible thunderstorms overhead were the cause of it this time, and just as the thought crossed your mind a strike of lightning flashed just over Konig’s head where you could just barely see the windshield of the van. His dark hood was hanging loose as he leaned forward between the front two seats to whisper quietly with the young man who was driving, deep in conversation as he took another turn.

Meanwhile Soap and Ghost sat on the bench across from y’all. The bigger man had his knife out as he meticulously, or rather obsessively, honed the edge to a razor-like finish. His black gloved finger ran over the spine of the knife, catching on the serrations that were closer to the hilt before his gaze shot up to find you. The man truly had a sixth sense and it was beyond freaky now. Hazel eyes narrowed into slits as he caught you staring, a smattering of thoughts were undoubtedly going on behind that sharp gaze, before Soap captured his attention completely by tapping his knee against Ghost’s and whispering something into the other man’s ear. The Ghost-whisperer it would seem for he had tamed the wild beast in front of you with merely a touch and a couple words.

The big one certainly had his death stare mastered though, good lord. Your head shook subtly as you suppressed a shiver before you shifted back along the bench and leaned forward with your rifle laying across your thighs while Cerberus laid underneath the bench right beneath you. His nose knocked against your calf as he lifted his head to find your gaze, a slight tilt to it as he expected some command to come from you. There was nothing to tell him right now, not yet anyway. When no order came though the Dutch Shepherd’s tongue lolled for a moment until you reached down to run your fingers over his brindle fur. You could feel the weight of his head as it pressed into your palm for a quick moment. His head fell back to his paws a moment later and you leaned back into the wall of the van as you took a deep breath.

This drive was becoming anxiety inducing as another wheel dipped into a pothole and the thunder rumbled overhead. It felt almost like something was coming to a head, like the crescendo of a song was nearing and you could feel the melody of it in your very soul. The vibrations of an orchestra in the strings of energy that surrounded you and had you sitting on the edge of your seat even as you actively tried to calm yourself down, breathing as deep as you could.

Why was this making you so nervous anyway? You’d gone after plenty of the worst this world had to offer. Amaan was so far from tipping the scales of lecherous actions you’d been witness to that it wasn’t even funny. Hell you’d been right next to the fucking Admiral on that bastard’s worst days. Even on his good days Amaan was far from the worst in comparison to that demon. Al-Mustafa could have been a fucking angel when he was standing next to him, and yet here you were having to actively stop your knee from bouncing while also forcing yourself to put on the persona that was Speck. Not yourself, but the man you were expected to be in this situation. The operator. Master Chief. Your role.

Suddenly the answer to your question hit you like a slap in the face. Back then, when you had been faced with the Admiral, his heinous crimes, and your own very obvious mortality, you’d had nothing to lose. Everything you’d worked for had been stripped from you and your decisions and past had left you devoid of anything to care for. Your family, your job, your home, every cent to your fucking name had been thrust into the incinerator and you’d lost it at the drop of a hat.

Everything had changed now, you had someone, something, to stay alive for and to come back to. It was going to cloud your judgment. You knew that all too well. Hell it already had been affecting your judgment over the past days that you had been digging yourself deeper and deeper into the trench that was Captain John Price. It would only get worse from here on out and you found that the little voice that always told you not to get attached was surprisingly silent.

John Price was an addiction that even your subconscious would forever be unable to shake. You were bound and determined that the only thing that could tear you from him at this point was death itself and you’d put up a fight with any god or ferryman who came after you. Death had, had his chance to take you once before and he’d fucked it up. That fucker wasn’t getting you any time soon if you had anything to say about it. Besides who wouldn’t fight for those beautiful blue eyes and that endearing smirk when he knew he had you right where-

Stop thinking about him, Speck. There was a fucking job to do. Slowly you found your eyes turning to your left where the seat on the bench next to you sat empty. Where he would have been if it wasn’t for the fact he was already in position. A part of you was already missing him and it hadn’t even been that long. You craved the way his calloused fingers slid along your arm, the way his lips felt pressed against yours. The way his striking blue eyes pierced your very soul as he looked down at you with sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. Those quiet words of praise falling from between his lips, amongst other, dirtier words that had your cheeks warming in an instant even now as you sat in the back seat of the van.

A hard shove against your shoulder nearly pushed you sideways on the bench as you blinked a few times and your eyes focused on the other men around you. “You’re listening, ja?” You could almost see the raised eyebrows beneath the hood, the way his forehead creased sometimes when he only had his facemask on. Price’s forehead had lines like that, though his were a bit deeper and a bit more mature in appearance whenever his brows furrowed. Oh and the way the corners of his eyes creased whenever he smiled and made his typically serious face a bit more hospitable when he looked at you.

Fuck, Speck, would you pay attention? “Yes sir, I’m listenin’,'' your accent slipped out as you tried to pull yourself out of your foggy thoughts. You caught the attention of the other two men sitting in the back of the van as well as the southern twang lilted into your words. A moment of distraction and a shard of your past revealed, though they may have been jokesters and enjoyed a good laugh that in no way meant that they were stupid. They paid attention and they noticed the smallest of details, it was in fact what made all of you so great in the field.

Not a word was spoken though…Thankfully. Your past, your heritage, wasn’t exactly something you liked to advertise, it could ruin the idea of who you were. What you were. The idea that you were a chameleon would disappear in a cloud of smoke if they really started to hear that twang that was hidden so well in your voice. Or so you always told yourself anyway.

Ghost grunted out a quick, “We’re a minute out,” as he stood up from his and Soap’s bench. Shit you’d lost track of the time. You quickly followed suit as you stood up and pulled a magazine out of the tac vest before sliding it into the magazine well. It took only a quick pull of the charging handle to chamber a bullet from the magazine and you glanced quickly towards where Ghost was already unlatching the panel that had closed you all into the back. “Thirty seconds,” his voice rasped out into your ear as the van slowed to a stop and Watcher shut the panel between the front seats.

You clipped Cerberus’ lead on before you did a quick check of his gear, tightening the straps on his harness that wrapped underneath his belly. A moment later you joined the other three men at the two back doors. When the lock clicked on the outside the door opened a second later and Ghost jumped down beside the small ginger. The rest of y’all followed close behind the big man with Watcher bringing up the rear. The door shut behind you, though you couldn’t hear it over the pounding of the rain as the storm was raging around you now. You moved behind Konig with Soap on your left beside you.

The four of you lined up on either side of the door with Cerberus between your legs as you kneeled at Konig’s back and watched your side of the dark alley. The dog’s eyes were locked on you, you could feel their gaze as he awaited whatever command you were going to give him or even something as simple as if you were going to move. Watcher moved by you before he stopped to stand in front of a keypad and he plugged something into it. You could just barely hear him as he whispered something to himself and his mic picked it up, along with the sound of him typing numbers into the door’s lock.

It took a few moments before anyone finally started to move and when they did you weren’t surprised by the perpetrator in the slightest. A snort came from somewhere behind you though you heard it clearly in your ear just before a Scottish voice muttered under his breath, “Yer no singing right now are ye? Ye do know we’re in a bit a fuckin’ hurry, right?”

Just as fast as the questions slipped out of Soap’s mouth the quiet muttering stopped as well as the sounds of the young man pressing the buttons, both of them seeming to be distracrted by the other in this tense moment. Rain muted the sounds of shifting from behind you as you forced yourself to stay focused on the alley in front of you and not fall victim to the teasing these two were leveling at one another. “Aye, I am ye bastart. Ye can’t do any better, trust me we hear yer howlin’ every time we try to take a fuckin’ shower,” your brows lifted at the quiet words that came out of the smaller Scotsman. It wasn’t so much the words that had surprised you but the one who had said them.

Up until this point Watcher had been nothing but a sweet, innocent- as innocent as anyone on this team could be anyway -young man who might have seemed a bit too young but it wasn’t like he had ever seemed incapable, quite the opposite in fact. Watcher had been quiet maybe whenever everyone else was around, but never did he seem like the type to mouth off in the way he was now. Especially not to someone who was technically his superior even if Soap didn’t act like it sometimes. There were intricacies to the relationships in this team that you still hadn’t quite grasped it seemed.

“Well get on with it then Freckles, we don’t have all bloody night. It’s pishin’ it doon oot here,” you could hear the smile in his voice just before Ghost let out an exasperated sigh behind you directed at what you assumed to be both of the Scotsmen who were very nearly about to go at it in this fuckin alley if the annoyed huff from Watcher was anything to go by.

It didn’t seem either of them cared too much about the fact that rain was currently pouring down on y’all in fuckin buckets. It had soaked through your clothes nearly the moment you’d stepped out of the van and your equipment had been right behind it seconds later. There was no doubt in your mind if they kept it up, even your waterproof boots were going to give way to the torrential downpour overhead and you hated the feel of wet socks. That wasn’t even mentioning how bad Cerberus was gonna be stinking after this operation.

Just before the tension broke and shit hit the fan though a deep voice came over your ear piece. Deep, smooth, calm, and authoritative, “ETA on your entry, Bravo 0-7.” It was a question yes, including the little lilt up of his voice at the end, but it sounded more like an order coming from that man. Most things in your experience did, you weren’t about to complain about it though.

Without thinking about it the corners of your mouth turned up in a small smile. A rush that wasn’t adrenaline for once, but instead was happiness. A feeling you were beginning to grow a bit more accustomed to after so long without it. You stayed quiet though as Watcher answered the silent question in a hushed tone, “Fifteen seconds.” Ghost quickly relayed the answer before everyone went silent once more. There was a hollow grunt from Ghost who seemed like he was about to say something more but he instead elected to leave it alone once Watcher continued on with whatever it was he was doing. Best not to distract the young man anymore than he obviously already was.

Before Price could speak again the more feminine voice of Laswell came through the ear pieces, obviously broadcasted to the whole team, “Be advised there are two unknowns nearing your location. I estimate thirty seconds before they are on you. You need to get inside the building. Do not alert any guards. I repeat, do not alert any guards. We don’t know what is inside that building.” Your hands tightened instinctively on the weapon as you shifted and your knee dug further into the grime of the alleyway as rain water flowed down the paved road by you.

Watcher behind you was still doing whatever it was he was good at in an attempt to get y’all inside before shit hit the fan. No one said a word for fear it would tip the scales out of your favor too soon and y’all waited quietly on bated breath to get the clear from the ginger to breach. Again an American voice broke the silence as Laswell updated the team, “Fifteen seconds. Your side of the alley Speck.” Your hand shot down to the dog still lying between your legs as you quickly assured yourself that he was still lying on his belly there, as if he could move with the lead still clipped on him.

Both you and Cerberus were tense with anticipation, the only thought in your mind being ‘Don’t let this op go sideways already. It’s too fuckin soon.’ Just as the words played through your mind though water splashed up beside you as Watcher backed up to stop beside you and shove the items in his hand into a small pack at his hip and readied his weapon. Your focus however stayed on the end of the all even as the door opened behind you.

Footsteps, muted by the torrent, sounded off behind you as the other cleared into the building in quick succession. Laswell’s voice was counting down quietly in your ear as the men filed in behind you as quickly as they could. There was a light tap on your shoulder and your eyes darted up to find Watcher just as the young man hurried away from you and inside. You stood and shuffled backwards with Cerberus who backpedaled along with you until you turned into the doorway and Konig shut the door behind you.

Silence buzzed in your ears until the soft sounds of droplets of water hitting the floor found your ears. Your ears adjusted quickly to the lack of the noise as you looked around the dark entryway that you found yourself in. It was like the building was light and soundproof despite you knowing better. Or at least you knew what the building specs had revealed, who knew what was really going on in this fucking building though. No plan, no matter how amazing, survived a battle.

The illusion of the building being sound and lightproof dissipated in a moment though as the sound of rain hitting the roof sounded somewhere above you. While outside the darkness of the storm was interrupted by flashes of lightning that managed to illuminate the hallway though it was only for a few moments. It was just long enough though for you to see Soap at the end of the hallway and his gun pointed into the darkness with Watcher covering the other corner. Both men were holding their respective angles on anyone who might come down the hallway.

A second later there was a strike of thunder that seemed to rattle the walls around you and also aided to ruin the illusion of sound deprivation, feeling more like an earthquake instead of a storm that was miles overhead. There was still no sound from the team though, even as Konig dropped his night vision into place much like the rest of the team had already done, you were just now noticing. A moment later Ghost finally broke the dead silence as his voice sounded over all the comms, “We’re inside. IR beacons on now Captain,” you reached up a hand to drop your own night vision into place. You reached to the back of your helmet then to turn the IR beacon as well and then Cerberus’ on the back of his vest as Ghost spoke.

It took a second before you heard Price answer in that calm, soothing tone that was all business and formality in the middle of this mission. And despite yourself it had the hair on your arms standing up in response, “Good copy Lieutenant, eyes on.” The big man didn’t bother to answer him and instead he moved up behind Soap as he took a second to survey both sides of the dark hallway.

The masked face turned back to find you as his hand came up and he directed you to follow up behind Konig and Watcher. The moment you gave him a nod he tapped Soap on the shoulder and the two men slipped silently around the corner. Stealth was your friend, at least for now, and was the only thing keeping the local law enforcement off of y’all and the rest of the building quiet as you moved through the building. Just one quick hand motion and Cerberus was out from between your legs as he came to rest at your right hip instead. Stepping up behind Konig you gave him a light tap on the shoulder and watched him mirror the same action on the young man’s before the three of you slipped around the corner and off down the hallway.

Watcher stopped at the first room as he opened the door quietly and his lean form moved with graceful, quiet speed you hadn’t seen from many. As you continued moving you found yourself appraising the skill with which he cleared the room, despite the fact that you knew it wasn’t actually your job to do so. To be so young it seemed he was well enough trained, maybe not as quick or experienced as the rest of the team but you had your suspicions that most of his skills lied elsewhere. Not necessarily just another jarhead with half a brain to throw into the fray when you needed bodies.

Quickly though you and Konig moved past the room as you watched the hallway behind and Konig the hallway and stairs up ahead. It took only a few seconds before the sharp features of his pale face reappeared in the doorway and you turned to tap Konig as the three of you continued on down the hall. Approaching the second door that branched off the hallway you heard a low rumble come from your right and you hurriedly reached forward to tap the taller man in front of you on the shoulder. He paused for just a moment before he too heard the low rumble just behind him and he gave a stiff nod.

A quick hand gesture and the rumble stopped as Konig lined up on the side of the door before checking to make sure it was unlocked. When he looked back you were quick to give him a single nod as he returned his attention to the door and pushed inside. You didn’t catch what happened in the first moment. All you could see was Konig’s large body that seemed to swallow the nearest hostile as he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and drug him to the side against the wall, as out of the way as the Austrian could get. You stepped inside in the next moment as you listened to the muffled sounds that came from the man that Konig was fighting to put to sleep.

The wide eyed face of a young man, you’d wager to guess even younger than Watcher, came around the corner in a flash. You barely had enough time to register the fear that had grown there. All you could see was the thought that he was in too deep, that his time had come even as he reacted in his own defense nearly as quickly as you. The silhouette of a handgun began to rise in what felt like slow motion in front of you. Instinct carried you forward as your right hand shot forward as quick as the strike of lightning that flashed outside and blinded you for just a moment. You didn’t need to be able to see though now that you had your hands on him.

Just as quickly as your sight was taken it returned in the midst of your next strike. His trachea slammed into your thenar web and you could feel the way it began to give way beneath the force of the blow. Dark eyes bugged at the sudden contact and immediately the gun in his hand dropped, a metallic clack echoing around the walls as it hit the ground, and he reached for his throat while he struggled to catch his breath.

In the next moment his throat was trapped between your forearm and bicep while his hands clawed fruitlessly at your arms. Nails dug into the fabric of the long sleeved, black shirt that clung to your torso and arms like a second skin. When that didn’t seem to work a primal instinct began to take over that few could have suppressed, and part of you would have gone so far as to say not a soul alive could have fought that urge down.

It was a desire to survive, to continue dwelling in this cruel world that every creature walking this planet had. His sharp elbows drove back into your ribs and you couldn’t help the quiet grunt that he drove from your lungs. The young man’s mouth opened wide in a scream that he couldn’t quite get out but damn did he try. You could even feel the muscles of his neck as they flexed beneath your forearm. A quiet hum passed through your lips as the wild and struggling actions slowly began to ebb into the hazy last ditch efforts to get away. Futile attempts but the human brain responded the only way it knew how, remove the threat and get away from it. Even if the brain knew it could never hope to accomplish that task.

As the fingers around your forearm loosened your gaze darted towards Konig across the room who was lowering the other man to the ground before he turned to find you. Cerberus was still standing idly beside you while his chocolatey eyes stared up at you with reverence as if you didn’t have a man currently struggling in your arms. When the other’s arms finally started to fall back to his sides you took a step back to lower him to the ground before he slumped to the floor and you stepped over his body to join Konig where he’d moved back towards the door. A single tap on the tall man’s shoulder and he stepped outside with Watcher as y’all continued on down the hallway.

Like a well-oiled machine you cleared every small room on the first floor and rotated with one another all the way to the stairs. As you cleared the final room on your side of the hallway, Ghost's voice rumbled through the ear piece, “Clearing the second floor now. Team three clear the third floor.”

You exited the room with a tap on Konig’s shoulder as the man answered back, “On the way up now.” He released the button on his mic before he whispered just loud enough to hear, “On you, Watcher.” The young man didn’t hesitate even for a moment before he mounted the first step on his way up. His head tilted up as he watched the top of the landing, taking the steps carefully as he went, doing everything in his power not to make a noise. Not a single shot fired so far and the guards weren’t alerted, hell this was going far better than any of y’all had dared to anticipate.

“Be advised, one just left his room on the second floor…” the man paused before continuing with an edge of nervous anticipation in his tone, “No clear shot on my end. He's approaching the stairwell on the north side of the building,” the Brit’s voice reached your ears though it wasn’t that of the man from before. This one was a couple octaves higher and missing the rough tone you loved so much. Watcher stilled on the stairs in response, just barely in front of Konig about halfway up the first flight of stairs. You couldn’t help but cast a nervous glance back the way you had come like you’d just assured y’alls mutual destruction by just daring to think positively for once.

A low rumble began in the dog’s chest that you silenced immediately with a quiet gesture of your hand. Konig took one more cautious step forward to come shoulder to shoulder with the comically shorter man just before a face came into view at the top of the stairs. Your stomach dropped as the middle-aged man froze with his fingers tangled through a long, dark beard. It took a moment for him to process what he was seeing, to register that y’all were the enemy and his life was in danger. The man tried to scream, he really did. At least he made the most honest attempt he could. His mouth opened and he tried to take a step back and turn. He put every muscle into action in order to take off back down the hall, probably to find someone, but his fate was never to walk down that hall again.

He didn’t even get the chance to turn his head all the way back around before a flash came from the end of Watcher’s barrel and then Konig’s. Blood sprayed the wall behind him as the light faded from his eyes and his body began to go limp. It would take a second for his body to realize that the brain had ceased to respond. No loud bangs echoed off the walls though, suppressors kept the sounds quiet especially with the cracks of thunder still sounding off overhead.

Your shoulders tensed as you watched his body tilt forward towards the two men and he began to fall down the stairs. Without even really thinking about it the two men in front of you stepped forward simultaneously. The weight of the now deceased man hit their shoulders as they let his body lay softly against the stairs before they continued up and you followed right behind them. Avoiding the blood pooling onto the steps and the body that laid there now.

Watcher lifted his gun to inspect the dark hallway for only a second before his eyes returned in front of him and the two men in front of you continued on with that same slow and careful step that you all had been using since you left the van. Again the two men started up the stairs together as you brought up the rear of the group, Cerberus still steady at your side, a rock in this tide of uncertainty. As the three of you crested the top of the stairs two shots fired off back the way you had come. Fuck.

Voices rose in a flurry from the floor below as Ghost’s deep voice growled into your ear, “We’re compromised.” Yeah, no shit.

“Time to clean house lads,” Soap’s voice cut him off, sounding strained as more shots fired off from somewhere below.

More voices began to rise like a chorus from behind the closed doors of the third floor before lights flipped on overhead and blinded each of you with the nightvision. You scrambled desperately to pull the goggles up even as startled shouts hit your ears and you tried to adjust your eyes with a couple quick blinks. Bullets flew past you, slamming into the walls behind you before you heard the quieter pops of either Watcher or Konig’s rifles firing. When you could finally focus your eyes a man was lying dead a few feet in front of you and further down the hall one was coming out of another room.

Watcher was just getting his night vision goggles up while Konig was turning back to check on the both of you. His eyes landed on the ginger first before turning his green gaze to you. Cerberus’ jaws opened in a thunderous bark as a crack of thunder sounded just outside, though you had to admit the dog was easily loud enough to compete with it. All thought stopped though as you watched the door in front of you fly open. You were almost certain you could feel every muscle go rigid in response, a moment of hesitation that would undoubtedly be your undoing.

A figure peeled around the corner that Konig had missed in his worry. You tried to lift your gun but there wasn’t enough time. You could see from here, in this slowed down, distorted version of time, that he was going to beat you to pulling the trigger. That was before glass shattered somewhere ahead of you and the man fell with a hole in the side of his head. Your gaze darted around to find the source of the shot, but Konig was helping Watcher to his feet so it wasn’t one of you. Then John’s voice rumbled in your ear in a tone that was nearly a growl, “He’s down. Get al-Mustafa. That’s an order.”

Your eyes darted to where Konig was already moving forward with Watcher hurrying after him. There was no time to waste now that your cover had been blown. Konig shoved his way into the first door on his right and disappeared inside as you moved to catch up with the other two. You reached a hand down to check on Cerberus as the big dog moved at your side and you continued on past the door to follow Watcher. By the time the shorter man was pushing in to clear the next room Konig was coming up behind you to give you a light tap on the shoulder and you crossed the hall to the next door.

A hard shove inside with your shoulder and it started to give way only to come to a jarring halt as it slammed into something solid which was currently refusing to budge on the other side. Your brows furrowed then before someone shoved at the other side and the door slammed hard into your chest. A quiet curse fell out of your mouth as you took a step back and glanced Konig’s way as he pushed into the room next to yours easily enough while Watcher continued on down the hall past you and towards the last door already. Do not ruin the rhythm, Speck. Don’t be that fucker, get your shit together.

Get it together, get it together, finish this so you can get everything back to normal. Unclipping Cerberus’ lead you took a breath before you stepped forward and your boot collided with a door. The force cracked the wood which might as well have been paper thin at this point as it flew inward. Curses sounded from inside the room as you forced it the rest of the way open with a hard slam of your shoulder. When it finally gave in to the force you felt your teeth jar just before you caught sight of furrowed brows and the barrel of a gun rising your way.

Time was short but the distance between the two of you was shorter. Your gun slipped from your grasp as you shot forward and grabbed his wrist with one hand. You slammed it against the wall with enough force to make the wall shudder beneath it as you slipped further into his guard. The gun smacked against the wall uselessly as you did, your arms straining to maintain control with one hand around one wrist and the fingers of your other hand wrapped tight around the other.

The man growled out more than a few curses in Pashto as he tried to force you back through the door. Even as you held his arms wide and the gun away from your chest he still seemed only to be worried about keeping you out and away. It was like he was trying to get rid of you even as the sounds of gasps echoed from further within all in the span of a few seconds. All of the noises from within quickly turned into cries and sobs as you let your grip slip ever so slightly to wrap your hand around the barrel of the gun and force it from the man’s hand. It only took another half second to flip it around in your palm and shove it into the center of his chest.

When you pulled the trigger the sound would have nearly deafened you if not for the headphones over your ears. The bang bounced off the walls around you as the man fell to the ground and you turned without thought to find the source of the noises from before. The man’s dead body was irrelevant now and you had no more attention you needed to pay it. Your eyes darted down towards the woman and the little girl she now held wrapped in her arms and as hidden from your sight as she possibly could be. Her face locked you into place as you immediately remembered the way she had looked so confused and pleading at you the last time you had seen her. Your jaw tensed and Cerberus whined at your side, sensing the way your mood immediately changed from business to uncertainty.

She had been at the other compound, you’d sent her directly back into the fray with the foolish hope that her mother would get her out of here, out of this life. Really it had been more like the hope that she could get out there. However even as you watched her you realized there was no recognition behind those eyes. This was the same little girl you had gone out of your way to speak to and she didn't even remember your face, and for some odd reason it made you muscles tighten in response. You were so used to people not remembering you, hell it was why you could do what you did, but you’d spoken to this girl. Killed another man right in front of her. Yet there she was not even realizing the deja vu you should have been causing her at this exact moment.

God you were getting sensitive lately, it was truly becoming pathetic as nearly everything was altering the course of your thoughts. You couldn’t think about that right now Speck, you’d come here for a reason and you had so much more to deal with than a child you didn’t even know. The reason you were here was somewhere else in this building, it wasn’t this little girl and her mother. Amaan was the cause of this girl’s suffering and you had a chance to stop that tonight. He was the reason that all of you were even here. The reason that you all had to be in this place with a dead man behind you and a woman and child who were begging quietly for their lives in front of you. Yet you hadn’t even gotten confirmation of an ID on him to prove he was even in this building.

Glancing towards the door you took half a step forward and leveled the barrel of the gun at the woman. Even as you did it though you felt the finger you had resting against the trigger freeze. You couldn’t kill unarmed combatants, and especially not a child. Not here and not now. Son of a bitch, you bit the inside of your cheek and glanced back at the door once before turning back to the two and growled out a quiet threat in Farsi, the only hope you had of keeping them alive and seeing this through to the end, “Do not move, do not leave. Try to leave and you will be shot. Stay here until we are gone and do not make a noise, do you understand?”

The mother’s eyes glanced at the man on the ground behind you before looking into your eyes once more as she pulled her daughter closer and then gave a few quick nods of understanding. You watched as the mother and Jasra disappeared into the small closet in the room and the door closed behind you as you left the room with a clipped, “Fuss.” The second you turned the corner though and started towards where you knew the other two would be clearing the final room another round of shots rang out through the third floor.

“FUCK,” the Scottish voice yelled out as he fell back around the door frame and his hands reached for his side. Too good, things never went this smoothly and you never should have let yourself believe that it would. You closed the distance in a flash though Konig was there a step before you, speaking words in German that you didn’t understand. His hand shot to grab a hold on the young man’s vest as he pulled him further away from the door. You didn’t stop to afford Watcher that same level of concern, not when the person who had done the shooting could have come out of the room at any moment, besides Konig could handle any first aid better than you could.

Slipping inside the final room you slid around the corner gun first as you came face to face with al-Mustafa who was standing securely behind his two wives with his arms wrapped around both of their necks. He had one hand wrapped around the grip of the pistol as he held it to one of their heads. Your eyes searched them carefully, analyzing and planning in the matter of a moment. There was no way you could fire off a shot and hope to kill the other man before he killed one of these two women though. Again time was short and you didn’t exactly have much time to figure out a way to get through this situation.

Especially not when you could hear the two men outside the door and you were already having to fight to turn off the side of your mind that held the worry and fear for the young man outside the door and everything that could possibly go wrong. Doubly so when you heard Konig’s voice in your ear piece, “Watcher has been shot. Soap, get up here now.” You didn’t flinch, you couldn’t, you were in the middle of a stare-off with a true piece of shit and you knew whoever flinched first was going to lose this match.

The ensuing chaos on the mic nearly broke you but it was still secondary as you continued to watch al-Mustafa. “Come on Amaan, there’s no reason for this. Just come with us,” play your role Speck, like maybe you wouldn’t have put a bullet in his head given the first chance. God you wanted to though, you wanted to kill him more than you’d wanted to kill anyone else before in your life. Your words, which had come out in Farsi, seemed to be a cause of confusion for Amaan though that lasted only a moment before he dismissed your presence as a whole in favor of searching for a way out from behind his two body shields.

There was fear that was evident in both of the women’s eyes and even though you couldn’t see it you knew that sweat was beginning to dot their brows as they watched the end of your gun rather than you. They were both expecting to meet their end one way or another tonight. You need to break that bastard’s concentration, your eyes darted down to the dog at your side who was a steady rock at your side. “Gib laut,” you mumbled to which Cerberus responded with a series of thundering barks directed at the man still searching for a way to get out.

The tension was instantly palpable in the room, the barks served to keep the other man on edge, no respite for the adrenaline fueled panic you knew was currently flowing through his system. Good, the last thing you needed was a terrorist with a fucking plan. “I don’t have a line of sight into the room, Captain, how about you,” Gaz’s voice came through your ear piece and you barely even had the chance to glance at the walls of the room to realize that there were no windows except for the one on the south side of the building.

Of course there weren’t, nothing could ever be that easy huh? It took a moment for Price to answer as well though you didn’t need to hear his answer to know what it would be. Still you enjoyed hearing his voice as he growled out in what you were beginning to learn was frustration, “Negative. Konig status report on Watcher.”

The Austrian was doing his best to hide his worry but it was painfully obvious as he answered, “Two gsw’s, one to the abdomen the other to the thigh, his plates caught the rest. Soap, where are you!?” You could hear the man outside without the need of his mic as his voice rose in what was nearing panic. The worst part about it though were the quiet grunts of pain that the young man was doing his best to choke down. However, as much as he was trying it wasn’t working too well as your imagination painted a vivid picture of Watcher leaking blood all over the hallway. With Konig’s huge hands pressing desperately over two flooded wounds as he tried to staunch the bleeding.

For the love of God, drown it out Speck, focus on the problem in front of you before you get yourself killed, idiot. You blinked once as you tried to push the thoughts into the back of your mind and forced al-Mustafa came back into your forethoughts. Your eyes caught sight of the women’s fear again, their gazes darting towards the door on their left and then back to you. Amaan’s eyes were everywhere but, his gaze was instead now drawn to the escape route he had planned out for himself. A flash of lighting struck outside followed by a series of three more strikes that you struggled not to let yourself get blinded by and instead keep your eyes on the man you were actually here for.

In the next moment though the power flickered and then everything went dark. Son of a bitch this shit needed to make up its fucking mind. Again shots rang out just before glass shattered as you hurried to flip down your night vision once more. When you finally managed to see what had happened the scene in front of you made your shoulders tense in response. A small pit settled in your stomach as you stared down at the floor.

One of the women was lying dead on the ground, the place where the bullet had gone through and left a hole in her skull covered by the headwear she wore. The other woman, presumably her sister, was reaching for and cradling her head as she drug the limp corpse into her lap. Sobs racked her body as she did and when the door to their left opened you lifted your gun instinctively at whoever was coming through. When three young girls quickly ran to their mothers in the dark though you felt that pit beginning to widen. Especially as you caught sight of the blood already soaking into the rug on the floor.

Holy shit. You let the barrel of the gun lower slowly before you reached up to the radio attached to your vest and spoke quickly, “One of the wives is dead, Amaan killed her. He’s gone, but I can still get him, Captain.” Silence took over the line as the sound of a second Scottish voice entered the hallway from a distance. Your mind was anywhere but the three men now outside the door though, you had other things to worry about.

You took a quick step up onto the bed and moved over it to the now opened window. Glancing out quickly at the torrential downpour your eyes narrowed as you inspected the narrow ledge of the window and the straight drop down. Time for retrieval was escaping, Price needed to make a decision and he needed to make it now before his opinion became obsolete. “Speck…” There was a hint of warning in his voice as he said your name, making your jaw tense once more as you glanced the other way down the street towards where Price was nestled in a building somewhere. You caught sight of Amaan’s retreating form as he tried to make his escape for the second time from your team. John was out of time to make a decision now.

“Fuck it,” you drawled out the words as you used the stock of the gun to clear out the larger shards of glass still stuck to the frame. In the next moment you were climbing through the window before you pressed the button on your radio and growled out, “I’m going after him.” It wasn’t a request this time, it was a statement. You were going after him. A woman had died and Watcher was injured and you couldn’t let his sacrifice go to waste…Not if the worst happened.

Glancing down quickly you found the awaiting gaze as you commanded, “Bleib,” and watched the dog’s focus narrow onto you and you alone. Both of you were now actively ignoring the crying children and the one woman still left to deal with the three children. They weren’t your problem to deal with anymore though, you had other things to worry about. Like how far this drop was gonna be and how you were gonna catch up to that slippery bastard. It was time to treat this just like any other obstacle course or training drill now. Just get it done, put this bullshit to rest.

As you clung to the ledge of the window your eyes searched for the easiest path to the ground, and you could feel your fingers slipping just slightly as you fought to hang on. The shining gutter on the right caught your gaze as you swung yourself off the ledge of the broken window and towards it. Your hands couldn’t grip it all that well but before you slid down you managed to get your feet around it as you controlled your descent to the street below. It only barely broke what would have been a bone-breaking fall, but it broke it enough that you could ignore the pain in your knees and turn to yell up, “Hier.”

Only a moment passed before Cerberus launched himself through the window and you saw his head tilt down as he looked for you. Reminiscent of the way he had launched off the top of the training wall during the training run with full faith you would be there to catch him. It was all the same to him, work and training were no different. So long as you were there he couldn’t have cared less about the situation that he was in while doing it.

Your arms lifted as you took a couple steps back before the weight of the dog landed on your outstretched forearms and you cushioned his fall. Without another moment of thought you issued a quick, “Fuss,” and then turned down the street and took off at a sprint, not bothering to check on Cerberus. There was no doubt in your mind that he had slipped into his place at your side.

Where had Amaan been when you last saw him? You were struggling to remember now. He’d turned down a side road and disappeared between the buildings, you could recall that much at least. But had he been at the dead end of this street? He had been, right? Yeah of course he had. For sure…Maybe? Fuck.

“I’ve got eyes on Amaan,” the deep voice sounded akin to the rumble of an engine in your ear as he answered a question you hadn’t even dared to utter. “Three streets to your north, Speck. Move fast, I don’t have eyes anymore,” the callout made your head whip to your right just as you began to pass a side street. It only took a quick glance for you to catch sight of the man in question once more.

Oh yeah, you were definitely faster than that fucker. You could catch up to him easily, you just had to put everything clouding your mind out of it. None of that was important right now. All you had to do was get yourself and Cerberus out of this mess alive now. That was it.

You slipped in the wet streets as you took the hard turn and started after him. Ahead he darted out of sight back towards the west and you had to raise a hand to shield your eyes from the rain pouring into your face. Even your eyelashes were beginning to drip as the thunder continued to rumble overhead and another flash of lightning lit up the sky. Had you been standing still you might have even gotten cold with how wet everything around you was, but with your arms and legs pumping you didn’t exactly have the chance. Instead your skin felt like fire beneath the tight, black shirt and comparatively loose, black cargo pants you’d donned for the mission.

The dog beside you was focused ahead and for the first time it seemed you weren’t the only thing on his mind. Cerberus was well aware that the chase was on. You’d both been on enough together that it wasn’t all that surprising he had realized what was happening by now.

The gun in your hands and the gear strapped to your body felt like a weight dragging you down into the streets that were now turning into mud as you neared the poorer parts of the city. The water that had soaked into your shirt and pants was becoming a fifty pound burden as it slowed your typically light and agile form. You could only hope that Cerberus’ thick-furred body wasn’t feeling the same in these conditions. One of you slowed down was enough cause for concern, the both of you being drug down was beyond concerning.

As Amaan’s head whipped around to find you, you watched his form take another turn, he knew he was being followed. Lovely. He was trying to shake his tail and if you lost sight of him for too long he might very well be able to do that. Cerberus couldn’t track in these conditions…Well that was a lie, he could do it. It would just be painstaking and it was doubtful you’d end with your query in hand anyway, and you weren’t about to let Watcher get shot trying to get this fucker and then have to find out that the bitch got away again. And if the worst happened…Fuck why hadn’t you hurried the fuck up in that stupid fuckin room?

A pit opened in your stomach as your mind tried to backtrack. Son of a bitch you couldn’t be thinking about all of that. Drown it out and focus Speck, for the love of God and all that’s right and holy in this world fucking focus. He wasn’t the priority right now, not yours anyway. Konig was more than willing to take care of the kid and Watcher didn’t need your worry or your pity. Right now you needed to think rationally not with whatever the fuck else your mind was trying to force on you.

Even as the thoughts crossed your mind you heard the crack of the mic as words spilled through, “Someone get the fucking van. We’ve got to get the fuck oot of here.” Soap’s tone didn’t hold worry so much as it did urgency. A need to get out of what had turned into quite literally a bloody mess before things got even worse, or so you assumed. You weren’t exactly there to see how things were going since you left.

“On it,” Ghost’s deep voice answered back immediately just as the man you were chasing made another turn and forced your focus back to him completely. This slippery bastard was gonna be the death of your knees with all these fucking turns.

Catch him, stop him, hell kill him if need be. Fuck the info you could get from him at this point, you’d rather know this was over than worry about some intel. Just end his life and finish this bullshit. You turned the corner around a tall fence and were met with an empty dead end street. Your gaze darted back and forth from the collapsing building on one side and the tall, chain link fence on the other side as thunder continued to rumble overhead. “Where the fuck-”

Pacing back and forth in the alley your mind worked quickly towards a viable solution. One hesitant step forward and then a quick turn back and your eyes slid over the fence next to you. Mud had kicked up on it. No, that was way too high to be from anyone just running by. You froze as you looked at it for a moment, watching as gravity played its part and the silty mud dripped slowly down the fence.

This fuckin guy…

In the same moment you saw him through the small holes of the fence as he weaved around a car and disappeared from sight once more. It didn’t take you a second longer to start climbing over after him as you hauled yourself up towards the top. At least until you swung a leg over and then stopped, your eyes surveying the broken down cars and junk piled around the fenced in area. One hand braced against the top as you held yourself in place while the other still held the gun nestled tight against your shoulder as you waited a second.

Stop and take in your surroundings Speck, get your fucking head on right or you’re gonna get yourself killed. There he was. Your brows furrowed and then lowered into a look of frustration as you watched him. The figure's hands were clinging to the opposite fence as he desperately tried to pull himself up.

When he turned to glance back a flash of anger curled your lip up instantly and you couldn’t stop yourself. You lifted the gun and without even a thought your other hand steadied your aim as you fired at the man. Every muscle tensed as you watched him fall backwards off the fence, a yell of pain just barely audible in the rain he reached for his shoulder. You watched for another moment, still holding the gun up though you didn’t really expect him to move again.

But it was raining, it was dark, and you weren’t exactly shooting from a good spot as you straddled the fence. There was just barely a flash of metal that you caught before you instinctively dove head first off the fence and for cover. At least you could take comfort in the fact that the man was on the opposite side of the yard in complete darkness and without your technology to aid him.

Gunshots sounded off from the other side of the fenced in lot as your shoulder slammed into the mud below and you clamped your mouth shut. Don’t yell, that was the last thing you needed. You pushed yourself across the ground as you tried to gather your thoughts and your broken body. One hand was still holding the gun out of the mud as you used the other to push yourself up. You braced yourself against a broken down car as you searched the lot once more for movement. You could only hope he was too stupid to reposition himself.

The thought that Cerberus had still been on the other side of the fence didn’t quite register until you heard the clink of metal and the scratch of claws on chain link fence over your shoulder. Fear rushed through you for the first time the whole mission as you heard another round of shots fire off from across the lot. You could only hope he was firing blindly into the night and that he hadn’t somehow caught sight of Cerberus in this darkness.

Your gaze darted up as confusion swirled in your eyes along with a hint of pain you were trying to ignore as well. Without any command the dog had leaped the fence as his resolve and patience finally wore thin and ran out. Mud and water sprayed up into his thick, brindle fur as Cerberus hit the ground. He didn’t even take a second to listen to anything you had to say. It was apparent that he was running on instinct, completely wild and untamed now. It wasn’t exactly something you would be inclined to praise in another situation but right here in the middle of a storm and with both of your lives on the line the longer you remained outside the wire you didn’t attempt to stop him this time.

Cerberus, a missile across the ground even in the bog that was this…Was this a fucking junkyard? Oh yeah without a doubt, especially as you hopped the decrepit car you had almost landed on top of. You tried to follow the dog but he was impossibly fast and a thousand times more capable of flitting into the opened skeletons of dead cars. He disappeared from sight as he dove through one frame of a car and scrambled out the window on the other side.

And then he disappeared from sight as you vaulted another car and tried to follow after him. As you jumped to the next car you heard a scream rip through the air. The sight of the person who uttered it was blocked by a stand of cars though as you continued to wind through the junkyard. Rain continued to pound down on your helmet and drowned out the splashing of mud and water as Cerberus wrestled Amaan to the ground. You weren’t there to see the way the skin tore as the man struggled to get away from the iron jaws around his forearm. Nor did you see his arm as it was nearly torn apart and off by the animal that was operating completely rogue at this point.

As you vaulted another car just beside the stand that was blocking your sight your eyes landed on the violently shaking head as Cerberus’ jaws and body kept the man pinned to the ground. Almost dragging him over the mud and now covered the man as you took a slow step forward. You found yourself reveling in the man’s screams, enjoying them. He was a vile man, a demon that had come to visit the mortal world and you couldn’t help the peace you felt watching Cerberus work. This man had killed so many, hurt even more both physically and emotionally with the death he had wrought on this realm. He deserved this. He deserved to feel a fraction of the pain he himself had caused.

“Speck!?” A voice yelled into your ear piece, raspy and deep and probably the only thing that could have caught your attention at this point. He always caught your attention. Your eyes darted around you for just a moment as if you expected to find the man somewhere around you before Amaan’s screams reached your ears again. Growls from the dog in front of you drew your eyes just in time to see the man’s free hand reach for the gun he’d dropped when Cerberus had initially taken him down.

Again your lip curled up in response as you aimed at the perpetrating hand and sent a round straight through the back of his palm. A fresh scream tore from his throat before he drew his hand back towards him in an attempt to protect it. Taking a step forward you knelt on his back before grabbing one of the zip ties that hung from the pouch at your waist. With one quick, “Aus,” the animal’s jaws relented and fresh blood pooled out of the wounds as he did.

His loud barks thundered in your ears even louder than mother nature’s ruckus overhead. It was still all a game to him, even if he had broken his hold for a moment he still thought it was just a game. There was no distinction between play, training, and work, and you’d used him not as a tool but as revenge this time. What the fuck were you doing?

“Speck, answer me!” His voice broke you from your thoughts again as you shot a glance down to the wire connecting your earpiece and the mic around your throat. Hurriedly you drug the man’s arms behind his back, smiling as he groaned out in pain and said a few garbled words you couldn’t make out in the storm. You tightened the plastic around his wrists before standing back up with your foot on the middle of his back to hold him in place. Amaan wriggled helplessly in the mud as rain still poured over the both of you in the dark din of the storm.

Swallowing hard, you took a deep breath and reached up to press the button on the mic, “Junkyard.” Well that was certainly descriptive now wasn’t it? Good God Speck, say something else, give them something else to go off of. What else could you give them?

Your eyes darted around the fenced in lot as you actively ignored the man still writhing beneath your foot. Think, Speck, think of something else to say, there had to be some other way to tell him exactly where you were. “I’m about a hundred and fifty meters from my last known,” silence encapsulated you for the first time that night, even the tumultuous skies overhead went quiet seeming to sense the urgency of this situation. Cerberus had fallen silent at your side as well, his eyes still watching the man at your feet in what was as close to a daring look as you’d ever seen, if a dog were even capable of that.

Seconds passed by as you waited for someone to answer you. Any reply at all to set your nerves at ease. Finally, John’s voice rumbled in your ear again as he asked, “Did you get him?” You could sense the hope in his voice even over the radio, a daring want for this to finally be over.

Your gaze slid to the man beneath you as you rolled Amaan over onto his back with your boot and glared down at him. His teeth were gritted and his lips peeled back over his teeth as he tried to hold back the sounds of pain he was no doubt feeling as he laid on several injuries to his limbs. “Oh yeah, Captain, you bet your fuckin ass I got him.”

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Bloody hand prints painted the white metal floors and walls as the false panel of the van sat open in front of you. Your jaw tightened as you looked at the evidence of what had happened on this latest mission, the blood that had been spilled on both sides of this war tonight. You were standing at the back of the van with your knees pressing against the bumper, and despite how empty it made you feel you couldn’t find the will to look away from the mess before you.

Even Gaz passing in front of your gaze couldn’t interrupt your rushing thoughts. Your mind went idle as you watched him spraying the blood out of the back, your arms crossed over your face as you stayed put. Mud still caked nearly every inch of your clothed body after you’d all but rolled in it back in that junkyard. While both specks of blood and dried mud decorated your face like the makeup a toddler would have painted across your skin. Even strands of your beard were stuck together with the dried, brown substance as it cracked every time you reached a hand up to run your fingers through it. You watched with every muscle tensed as the bloody water dripped out onto the cement floor before it disappeared underneath the van to head down the drain.

Not all of the blood was Watcher's at least, half of it belonged to Amaan after Cerberus had nearly torn his arm off at the elbow. You should have let him do it too. It was what that fucker deserved after he shot that poor kid. Sure Watcher had signed up for this just like anyone else had, but it didn’t mean that the whole team wasn’t still feeling this hit. Even you were as new to them as you were.

A door opened somewhere behind you and still you stared ahead as Gaz continued to clean up his friend’s blood slowly, seemingly as lost in his own head as you were. You certainly weren’t blaming him. “Speck,” the deep voice broke your concentration as you turned to eye the perpetrator with a cocked brow.

John came to a stop beside you finally and you caught his gaze just as it landed on your face. He’d been in an interrogation with Ghost and Amaan for the past few hours as you all waited for the sun to set once more, not to mention the tail end of the storm that was still raging overhead. Your arms dropped from your chest as you turned towards him, your head tilting quizzically. Jesus you needed to get out of your fucking head, that was never a good place to be. “Did he talk? What’d he say?”

Blue eyes held you hostage in their gaze, his hand finding yours as he stood there. It was only for a fleeting moment though, not nearly long enough for either of you. Only a passing graze over the rough texture of your palm that was still dyed a deep red. His index finger felt like a feather ghosting over your skin just as the rest of his hand wrapped around yours. John’s thumb grazed over the back of your knuckles before he pulled away so that the only other man present didn’t see and shook his head in answer, “No he didn’t. I doubt he’ll talk any time soon, Speck.” At his words a flash of frustration passed across your gaze as your eyes flicked towards the door that led into the main room of the safehouse.

You’d been here before in this safehouse, been at the end of this interrogation once already. So why was the only thought crossing your mind, ‘They ain’t tryin’ hard ‘nough.’ They knew what they were doing, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but feel like you could do more. There was this need to seize control in such an unsure situation that scratched at the back of your mind, it was the way you’d been trained. Thrown at problems relentlessly and told to figure it out, it was the only thing in life you’d ever been good at. Or at least that was what you had always told yourself.

Your features darkened but you didn’t give him a chance to see as you stepped away from him without a word and your eyes shot to the door as you headed straight towards the door back into the safehouse. Until fingers wrapped around your bicep and John intercepted your progress, putting himself between you and the door. “Just let me give it a go, John,” even before you finished though the other’s head was shaking. His strong grip stayed securely around your arm as his other hand came up to rest gently against your chest. Warmth spread into your skin from his palm as it laid against the gear you still hadn’t stripped out of. His head continued to shake even as you pleaded helplessly, “You’ve been in there for hours, he’s obviously not all that afraid of you. Let me-”

“No,” John’s firm answer resonated through the small garage and you heard the hosepipe stop behind you, though the gaze leveled in front of you held you frozen in place. This was the man who had soothed the raging inferno of your temper in the worst of times, and after letting Cerberus nearly tear Amaan apart that fire had burned out to a barely smoking ember as you questioned everything about yourself. You needed something to ground you and as the realization hit you couldn’t help the small huff you let out because of course you did. When did you not need him to stabilize your deteriorating mental state of late? Pathetic. “Go clean yourself up, Speck. Take a break.” Your jaw tensed as you neared an overt refusal of his suggestion. When he sighed deep though and you had to watch his head tilt as he leaned a bit closer, “You smell like shite, Love. Trust me, yeah? We know what we’re doing.” Trust him. Damn.

Your eyes hit the ground immediately as you took a step back to put some distance between y’all. Shrugging his hand off your arm his other hand fell off of your chest and the cold you’d been ignoring began to set into what felt like your very soul. A deep chill rushed through you though you kept your head on as you nodded a hesitant answer, “Yeah, John, I know.” You glanced back over your shoulder towards the van just as Gaz turned his back in an attempt to give some semblance of privacy. Surprising. Turning back to the Brit you found the ocean depths in front of you and took a slow breath, “Where’s the bathroom?” You watched as his shoulders visibly relaxed in front of you and he curled up the corner of his mouth in a half smile.

Nodding his head towards the other door that led off the garage he lifted his arms to cross them over his chest before answering, “Through the door and down the hall on the left.” You nodded slowly and turned, leaving him behind as you headed to clean yourself up. Cerberus lifted his head as you passed where he was laying against the wall.

The smell of wet dog and the pungent, metallic tang of blood wafted up your way as you went, nearly choking you with the severity of it. Smells had never really bothered you before, but now you felt a roiling in your gut as you neared and unconsciously sped up past him. Cerberus’ head fell back down to the concrete as you passed, failing to signal or call for him. The Dutchie could wait until y’all were back at base, there wouldn’t be much you could do for the smell right now anyway. You’d let him sleep for a bit now, he’d earned that much at least.

Opening the door you stepped through the threshold, letting the darkness of the hallway swallow you into its embrace as your hand reached out to slide along the wall. You weren’t even sure you were actually walking, not until your fingers ran over the knob of a door on the left hand side of the walland you pushed it open. Fumbling for just a moment your hand searched the wall beside the door before you flipped the lightswitch on the wall and your eyes ran over the small bathroom. Your eyes froze as they found the mirror on the wall, swallowing hard as you took in the sight.

You hadn’t truly looked at yourself in so long now that it was hard to recognize the mud and blood covered man who stared back at you. Sure you had shaved in a mirror on occasion or seen yourself in the reflection of a window when you passed, this was different though. You hadn’t actually taken the time to gaze upon the visage of what you had become over what was now nearly three years. Hadn’t let yourself realize this was your life and you had ruined it. And as you looked at yourself you slowly began to realize you no longer recognized the man who looked back.

The deaths you had lived through had changed you, they’d rewritten the etched lines on your face and put patches of gray in your hair. You’d still been a young man when you’d lost them, as carefree as you could have been living that lie anyway. Your mind had still been that of a teenager and in some ways it still was, but you’d lost that bright, young smile and carefree attitude. They had made you callous to the pain of others and you’d lost some of yourself over the years. And what made it all so much worse was that you hadn’t even realized it until Cerberus’ teeth had been tearing flesh from Amaan’s forearm. Hell you’d been more than ready to kill a man who had simply been doing his job and Wade hadn’t deserved that.

Your eyes dropped to the sink below, blinking as you cleared your thoughts of the man you’d seen in the mirror. Taking a deep breath you flipped the water on, trying to smother the way your heart was racing and how clouded your mind was becoming. Water from the faucet ran cold over your hands as you tested the water before sighing and reaching up to the straps of your tactical vest. You stripped it off over your head with a vicious pull and threw it into the floor, the panic still rising as you fought to keep it together. Rolling your shoulders and head you felt the tension in every muscle and you could only wish for a shower at that moment, something warm to melt the ice forming in your veins. Fuck you wanted, no you needed a damn shower.

The skin tight shirt clinging to your torso was still damp and made chills rack your body as you stood there. Reaching down to the hem of the shirt you pulled the thin fabric up over your head and glanced down at the pink droplets of water left behind on your chest that had seeped through the fabric. Diluted by water and mud you watched as they slid down your chest and disappeared into the waistband of your pants.

Christ you were still thinking too much. You leaned down over the sink and cupped your hands underneath the water as the blood that had been caked on your hands and in the grooves of your fingernails began to wash down the sink. Mud turned the typically bright red into a darkened ruddy color as it added to the already dirtied sink. The stains on your hands slowly began to dissipate as you leaned your face towards the sink and dipped your head beneath the water. Running your fingers through your hair and beard you could feel the dried mud and blood begin to loosen in the strands, doing your best to clean up in the small space.

Slowly you lifted your head back up, running your hands vigorously over your hair as if they themselves were towels and in the same moment you heard drops of water hit the murky liquid still attempting to drain below. Your hands braced on either side of the sink’s bowl as you stared down at the rust colored water below. You should have been better, been there. Why hadn’t you been the first one through that door? Because you’d been too busy dealing with non-combatants. You should have been fucking quicker. The tips of your fingers tapped a steady rhythm against the side of the sink as you got lost in the realm of your thoughts once more unable to pull yourself from them.

“Speck,” immediately your head jerked up at the deep voice right behind you and your eyes shifted to his reflection in the mirror, focusing on the face that now stared back at you. The brunette beard drew your gaze first but only for a moment before it shot up to the deep depths of what was quickly becoming your only place of safety and calm. John was the one who broke your locked eyes as he turned to look out of the door before he closed it behind him with a soft, barely audible whisper of sound. In fact the only noise was that of the lock clicking into place though you barely even noticed because your eyes were glued only to that face, completely incapable of looking away. Stock still in his presence.

Turning your head cautiously you glanced over your shoulder, watching him now out of the corner of your eye. Even that was too much though and had your face and the rest of your body warming in response. The second he was there though your mind stopped whirling. How could it not when the only thought running through your mind was, ‘He looks good in black, he should wear it more often.’ The tempest that was raging had come to a halt in the eye of the storm the moment you were captured by his eyes. Standing back up straight you turned, just barely enough to look at him and with one hand still holding on to the sink for support for fear your knees were going to give out.

You watched him for a moment in the precarious silence of the room, in the whole building really, before his head tilted. The blue gaze was unable to stop its descent down your bared chest though, giving his thoughts away like a snitch. There was no doubt he was tracing the droplets of water that were dripping from the strands of your hair and beard and falling over your skin. Without meeting your gaze again and while he was still inspecting the scars and muscle along your stomach and chest, he asked in a voice still laced with concern, “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Good Lord that was the last thing you wanted to fucking do. Talk about feelings? Right now? Fuck that. There was no way in the fucking world you were gonna allow the boner killer that were your thoughts out. Your fingers loosened on the side of the sink as you turned fully towards him. You needed a distraction, something to pass the time. You needed him.

There wasn’t exactly much space to cover in the small bathroom, only a few inches at most. You were across the short space at the speed of light. Probably faster if you were being honest. One of your hands ran over his cheek before it wrapped around the back of his head to tangle into his short brunette strands there. Your lips pressed to his gently at first before something more needy and wanting overcame you.

His body went rigid at the initial contact, almost like he seemed unsure of what you were doing. Surprised maybe? At least that was until your hand slid against his hip to run across the small of his back and you pulled him closer. You could feel his muscles start to melt in response to your touch then before he was matching your neediness. Matching the desire you had for him at every moment of the day. His need for you was shining through just as much as yours was and God if that didn’t feel just fucking amazing.

For once it wasn’t Price jumping on you, in fact you could still sense some hint of hesitation despite his hungry, devouring mouth still pressed to yours. Your hips grinded against his and you could feel yourself twitching in response, still confined to the tight fabric of your pants. Desire and need and some tail end of an adrenaline high fueled your movements like throwing gasoline on a fire. When John pulled his mouth away to take in a breath your lips moved to the corner of his, pressing a kiss there and then down across his beard and caught the strangled sound of a groan in the air before it cut off.

You were insatiable in your need for him as you nipped at the thin skin of his neck, pressing ever closer to him in search of the warmth you knew radiated from him. Impulsively you sucked at the skin of his throat, not considering the hickey you were probably giving him as you listened to the deep rumble of his throat. It vibrated against your lips and you pressed a quick kiss to the spot before moving a bit lower to do the same thing, his body tensing again in response before melting once more.

Fuck. He tasted like the salty prick of sweat and the earth yet you still couldn’t get enough of it. Enough of him. The fingers that you had tangled into his hair pulled and his chin lifted up in response as you continued to mark his skin. As you continued to claim him as your own even though you knew that he wasn’t yours to claim but fuck he was, wasn’t he? That’s right. He was yours. Yours and only fucking yours.

Your body pushed closer as you shoved him back against the door, trapping him against you and the hard surface as you tried to control yourself to no avail. John didn’t seem to mind too much though as you listened to him let out a huff in response and then he was reciprocating. His hands pulled you impossibly closer as strong fingers grabbed at your hips and you felt him roll your body fluidly against his own. He was urging you on without even needing words and good God it was the sexiest thing you’d ever witnessed.

When his other hand ran over the expanse of your bare back you felt his calluses scratch across your skin, and a noise rumbled deep within you in response. Something primal and animalistic and you could feel John’s body shudder against yours in response. It was a noise you’d never made before that had his hands sliding over your skin and grasping harder at your hips. Searching for something neither of you seemed too certain about yet.

Fuck you wanted him though. You wanted to bury yourself inside of him and never pull out again. You felt like a King when he’d done it to you, you could only imagine how you’d feel sliding into his walls. He’d never let you though. But God did you want it, you wanted him. You wanted just about anything and everything he’d fucking give you or let you take. Fingers grasped at the back of your neck, digging hard into the muscle as you rutted your hips against him again.

You could feel yourself harden at just the thought of fucking him like a man gone feral, and you were well on your way to that exact point. “Spe-” his voice sounded strained as a moan escaped and cut off his pleading voice. When you glanced up through dark lashes you could see his teeth biting into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and part of you wondered if he had. God why was the thought of that so hot? “Speck,” he finally managed to groan out as your thoughts ran rampant with the many different ways you could ravage him right here in this bathroom. “We need to talk.”

Fuckin hell, John, not right now. The hand you had at his waist slipped around to his front as your hand groped blindly at his hardening length. He twitched beneath your palm as his cock strained for more. “Ya really wanna talk right now?” You could barely catch your breath enough to ask the question and to be fair he didn’t seem much better either. Your heart was racing in your chest and your head felt like it was swimming with so many things you couldn’t even begin to identify exactly what it was. At least whatever had been bothering you before was long forgotten now though.

Without waiting for him to answer your mouth was on his neck again as you pressed a trail of gentle kisses on your way up his neck. One after another they pressed into his skin until you felt the hairs of his beard tickling against your lips and the tip of your nose. He hummed in response for a moment before he finally tipped his head back again and groaned out, “Fuck no. Later.” Unable to resist your teasing mouth you felt his throat rumble against your mouth again with pleasure. Slowly, you made your way along the underside of his jaw with your fingers still pulling at the short strands of his hair to keep his head from tilting back down. You were holding him in place with just your body now and the gravity of the situation was starting to sink in.

You were in control. He was letting you do whatever you wanted to him and he wasn’t stopping you. God you could feel him still straining against the fabric that held his erection at bay, the buttons of his pants straining to keep the fabric closed now. Glancing up you watched his face as something close to a smile found his mouth at the attention you were paying to his neck. At the claim you were steadily etching across his skin in what would be small purple bruises in a few hours. Fuck.

Letting go of his hair, both of your hands made for his waist as you grabbed hard at his sides, your thumbs pressing against the bones of his hips hidden just beneath the muscle there. The moment you released his hair though his chin tilted down and you felt his fingers pull your face back in range so he could press his lips to yours. You pulled him off the door with a sharp tug and spun the two of you around slowly as your hands slid behind to grab at his ass. One palm for each perfectly shaped globe.

God he was perfect. All you could think about was how it would feel to sink inside of him, how tight his walls would grip your poor, neglected erection. What he would sound like and what it would feel like to hear him moan as you fucked him until the only thing his foggy mind could think about was you, and how good you felt. You wanted to fuck him stupid, and christ right now you certainly had the stamina too. God just to fuck him until he came on your cock like he’d done to you so many times already.

A strained moan left you at the thought as his teeth sunk into your lip and you pressed him back slowly into the sink. Without so much as a single thought going through your head your hands grabbed at his backside and you lifted him up sliding him backwards to sit on the rim of the sink. He grunted and you felt him stiffen again as he pulled away with a bit of surprise in his eyes. You froze in place with your hands still holding him tightly and with your hips slotted perfectly between his thighs, just a bit too far for either of you to feel any friction though. “Bloody hell, Speck,” his voice was quiet and just barely reached your ears as he watched your expression.

Dark brows furrowed and you watched the tip of his tongue slide out to wet his lips before he leaned forward to press his forehead into yours. His fingers dug into the locks of your hair that had grown out way too long these past months out here, pulling at the strands with a spark of something unidentifiable in his eyes. When your jaw tensed though you saw his mouth turn into a smirk before he muttered, “You’re always surprising me, Love.” The tension in your jaw dissipated slowly as you watched him without a hint of what was going through your head now.

Slowly your face tilted up until you felt your nose tap against his. When you leaned forward again though he pulled away with a teasing shake of his head. You couldn’t help it when your gaze darted down to his lips and narrowed, before you jerked him forward until he was flush with you once more and nearly falling off the sink. Grinding against him you muttered quietly, “Full of those, ain’t I Angel?” The corners of his mouth turned up just a bit more and this time he was the one who bridged the gap as he pulled at the hair still trapped between his fingers and he captured your lips once more.

It didn’t take long before your head was swimming in him once more. After y’all had been stopped last time that feral need for one another was boiling hot and you needed him. Every single thought was lost in the way he felt pressed against you. Lost in the way he kept one hand wrapped around the back of your head and the other was sliding around your throat and then down your chest slowly.

Blunt nails drug over your bare flesh before you felt fingers pulling deftly at the belt around your waist. You couldn’t help the smile that raised the corners of your mouth as he did. Something far more primal than you’d ever felt was clawing its way across your mind now. As his fingers moved on to the buttons of your pants you felt the friction as it grazed over your sensitive member.

You couldn’t stop yourself as you bucked forward towards his hand, your mouth falling agape with a low groan. John’s amusement came out in a short huff as his hand delved inside of the black cargos, pulling your member free quickly. The moan you let out was sinful before he shot forward to cut it off with a hard kiss. Strong fingers slid along your shaft slowly as he swallowed down your quiet groans that you couldn’t hold back despite your desperate attempts. It didn’t seem to matter though, John had no qualms with keeping them quiet himself at this point.

Fingers wrapped around your length as you leaned further into him with a groan. Begging him wordlessly for more. You tilted your head down and you could hear him give a low hum of appreciation at the weight of you in his hand. Your head had already been swimming before he’d even gotten his hand around you, but now? Now you were drowning in the attention he was lavishing upon you in heaping servings.

Still holding tightly onto his backside you knew you were denting his perfect flesh, dotting it with even more bruises. You couldn’t wait to see them. God just the thought was enough to send you near spiraling again. “Fuck John,” you managed to whisper as his free hand moved up to cup your cheek and his thumb ran over your skin with a delicate touch. It shouldn’t have been so intimate. You’d never meant for this to be sensual, you were in a bathroom for fuck’s sake. This should have been rough, quick, distracting, no room for thought. Yet here you were as he tried to hold your gaze with his.

The need to be something more would never escape you when it came to him, you knew that somewhere deep down, but you couldn’t deal with that, not right now. His thumb grazed slowly along the head of your cock and you barely stopped another moan as you watched his deep blue gaze, your eyes half lidded and barely managing to stay open now. There was a smirk on his face as he realized he had you like putty in his hands once more despite that for the first time you didn’t want to be.

Fuck it. Your hips rolled forward with a fluid motion as you thrusted into his open hand and simultaneously pushed him further back onto the sink. When his head tilted, your eyes shot down to avoid his gaze and your hand slid over his hip and then around to the inside of his thigh.You drug your thumb slowly over the closure of his pants and your fingers dug into the flesh of his thigh he hummed in satisfaction. “When did you become a tease?” His voice was husky as his hips pressed up into what little bit of friction he could get from your feather-light touch. Meanwhile his own hand was still pumping up and down your throbbing length in slow, careful strokes.

Giving him a nonchalant shrug you answered back in a slow drawl, “What can I say?” You pressed your hips closer as your lips once more dipped in search of his neck, wanting to feel his pulse against your sensitive skin. They pressed lightly against the dark stubble, once more tasting the earth and salt of his skin which for once was absent of his usual chocolatey taste that you knew came from his cigars. When you pulled back again your voice was lower as you rumbled out a quiet, “You bring out the best in me, Angel.”

His chin tilted up just before you felt a heel hook around your thigh and he pulled you closer. The hand that was still around your length stilled. It was like he was frozen in place and in that moment you realized just exactly what you were doing to him. This was a two way street, he felt it too. You were doing to him exactly what he always did to you and you couldn’t stop the smile that bled through as you continued to press kisses against his neck and popped the buttons on his pants. The pulse that thudded beneath his skin almost felt like it quickened against your lips.

However, you were certain you felt it quicken when your fingers slid into the waistband of his underwear to graze over the length of his cock. The man beneath your mouth and touch shuddered and squirmed against you, nearly begging for more before you pulled his length free. Your mouth stopped its relentless assault on his neck as you leaned away for just a moment before your forehead tilted down to lay gently against his shoulder. John copied the motion as you felt his beard scratch against your cheek, the longer hairs grazing over your skin and making it tingle with an itch that you ignored.

Both sets of eyes turned down to watch as your hands moved in sync along the length of your erections. Precome welled from the tips slowly and you could feel his calluses catching along the veins of your cock and you knew that yours were doing the same along his. Especially when you heard a mumbled, “Shite,” into your shoulder as he tried to keep himself quiet. The pressure was building though as your heart began to beat a solid rhythm that you felt not only in your chest but throughout your length as well.

This wasn’t the same as being buried inside him but you’d take what he was more than willing to give. Best not to push your luck for now and you’d take anything he gave you in truth. Twisting your wrist at the head of his cock you heard him gasp before his hand let you go and his head tilted back. “Bloody hell, Speck. I can’t-” You repeated the motion and his words turned immediately into a moan as his head tilted back.

There it was. He was losing himself in the moment as you continued to jerk him off, eating up the sight of him getting lost in the way you could make him feel. His mouth was babbling nonsense as he tried to keep his thoughts together and failed miserably. God almighty, you could listen to these breathless gasps for air and his quiet pants for the rest of time and be completely happy standing right there between his thighs.

Blue eyes disappeared behind pale lids and his cheeks flushed red before your eyes. The collar of his shirt dipped just barely low enough that your gaze could pick out the dark dustings of hair at the top of his chest along with the smallest hint of his collarbone. A treat for your eyes just as much as every facial expression was. Good God he was beautiful and you could feel a near painful throb in your length just as you thought it.

When his cheeks flushed deeper your hips bucked forward instinctively, your cock searching for something and something it found as the head of your dick ran along the underside of his. The moment you felt that little bit of friction you just couldn’t stop yourself as your fingers wrapped around both of your leaking erections. Newfound need had your hand pumping quicker and it was obvious both of you were feeling yourselves getting closer and closer to the finish line. Hell John’s mouth was held agape as he tried to catch his breath while the rest of his body worked relentlessly to reach that peak.

One hand held painfully tight on to your shoulder as the other seemed to dig into the side of the sink. His muscles tightened but it wasn’t the same as last time even though you weren’t sure what he was doing. Not until you felt his hips thrust up towards your hand as he tried to speed his climax along. His member ran along the underside of your own as he moved and you sucked in a breath just barely holding in a long moan and instead let it out in a quiet hiss that was covered up by a soft groan of pleasure. “John,” you paused and he hummed in response with his eyes still closed while your hand continued dragging up and down your lengths. “Angel, you’re being too loud. Someone’s gonna hear us.”

John whimpered deep in his throat before it escalated into another moan and you watched as he tried his best to bite it back. Teeth dug into his bottom lip before he leaned his head forward and forced his eyes open to find you. Blue hues searched your face half lidded and lazy as he gazed at you. The blush across his cheeks deepened and the Brit let his mouth fall open again as he panted into the stale air of the bathroom. “Sp-” Your thumb ran over the head of your own cock and gathered some of the precome before continuing on to graze over the tip of his.

This was a completely different man in front of you now. You’d broken him down and God it felt good to know that you even held that power over him, over anyone really but especially John Price. Even more though was that you had him at your very whim right now, there was no doubt in your mind he’d have given you anything in that moment. John was completely under your spell and you’d never felt more in control of another human being as you did now. “Shhh sweetheart, I’ve got you,” your voice was quiet as your eyes stayed locked for as long as the other could manage. When you said that you had him though and you implied that he could trust you, that he could let go of that dominant persona he always seemed to exude, that was when the last of his resolve evaporated.

You rolled your hips forward again in a fluid motion and as you did the last hand you’d been holding onto him with shot up. Your palm slapped over his mouth and you just barely managed to muffle another whine that would have undoubtedly given the two of you away. John’s head fell back hard and smacked against something behind him but the both of you were too far gone to really piece together what exactly had just happened. Heads so far in the clouds someone could have been firing a gun outside and you would have been none the wiser.

With your hand still muffling the noises he couldn’t hold back and the way he continued to thrust in your still pumping hand you knew he was about to finish soon and you doubted you were going to get a warning. Not with how he was still panting into your hand and the flush on his face only seemed to get deeper by the second. Hell the throb in your own member was beginning to edge nearly into pain as the pressure continued to build, just aching to be set free.

Fuck you were close, so fucking close now. You couldn’t help the low grunt you let out as your hand tightened around the heads of your erections. Pumping one more time your eyes darted down as you felt his body stiffen and his cock twitch in your hand. Your eyes landed on his cock just in time to watch his cum paint the back of your knuckles and the front of his black cargos. It almost felt wasteful in that moment but in the next you couldn’t even remember what you were thinking about.

He whimpered against the flat of your palm as his body spasmed once and he thrusted into your hand again, another shot spraying along the head of your cock and dripping slowly down your length. Your eyes darted up to find his beet red face as you quickly continued to pump up and down the length of both of your members. Letting him ride out his orgasm while you still hungrily chased your own.

Slowly his muscles unwound and John slumped back against the wall and mirror behind him. Pale eyelids lifted tiredly and revealed the ocean hues to you once more as you pulled your hand away from his mouth finally. You slid it slowly to his cheek as you cupped his face with one hand, still chasing your own climax with the other to no avail.

The air was too warm against your skin though. Everything felt too tight and too close even though he still wasn’t close enough. You couldn’t imagine how John felt with his t-shirt clinging to him. God why hadn’t you pulled that fucking thing off of him already? You wanted to see his chest now, that gorgeous fucking body that you knew was hidden beneath as you still tried to find your own release.

It was escaping you though, dancing tantalizingly out of reach. When one of Price’s hands wrapped around your wrist and stopped your rapid chase as he mumbled out, “What’s wrong, Love?” The hand that had been cupping his cheek fell away as you ducked your head and your hand fell away from your throbbing member.

It felt like all the energy dissipated from your limbs the moment he stopped you as you leaned forward and relaxed into his chest. Your forehead nudged lightly against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you and you felt your length dragging against the fabric of his pants still throbbing painfully as the pressure at the base of your cock begged for release. Your own hands settled at the small of his back as you continued to roll your hips forward against him unconsciously.

As you turned your face into his neck you answered quietly, “Nothins’ wrong. Just tired.” He hummed his acknowledgement of your statement as his fingers traveled slowly down your back and side until he halted at the bone of your hip, his thumb rubbing slow circles into it as he took a pause. You waited a moment before you questioned him quietly, “Why’d you stop?”

John’s shoulders moved up in a quiet shrug before he muttered out, “Thought you said you were tired.” You pulled back to look at his face and found a lazy smirk on his features before his fingers tightened around your hips to keep you from moving too far away.

Your brows furrowed before you gave him an annoyed huff of an answer, “Tired, Angel, not fuckin stupid.” The smirk turned into a look of amusement as his hand trailed across the muscle of your stomach. John’s fingers wrapped gently around your length as you thrusted up into his hand unable to control yourself. You were already nearly gone before he got here, and he was only igniting that inferno again that you’d been afraid had danced too far out of reach. You should have known better when it came to John Price though.

His hand slid down your length once before he released you and lifted his hand to his mouth. You asked a silent question with a tilt of your head but he didn’t need to respond as he spit into the palm of his hand and returned it just as quickly as he’d pulled it away to your length. The burn of his calluses disappeared as his saliva and cum slickened palm slid over your sensitive skin. A much needed relief as his hand tightened around your length and you felt your release racing forward once more. It was crowding in on you so fast now that the fog in your mind was returning with a vengeance. The fog you’d been chasing earlier and been unable to find shelter in was now clouding every thought as you struggled to remember why you’d even been upset.

Your lips parted in a silent gasp as he trailed his thumb against the underside of your cock and then over the head. Leaning forward you tried to capture his lips for a kiss but he pulled away and instead your chin tilted down and you felt your forehead rest against his chin as you panted into the stale air once more. Your gaze traveled slowly down his front to where his hand was pumping steadily over your member.

Closing your eyes for just a moment you missed it as he added a second hand to the mix. It was the straw that tipped the scale as you hissed out a quiet, “Holy shit.” There was a pulse in your length and then your whole body went rigid. Your hands fell a bit lower on his sides and you jerked John forward to press his chest to yours. You let your eyes shut for a moment and you somehow managed to hold back a moan that would have most definitely traveled beyond these walls as you focused instead on the way his hand felt still traveling up and down your length.

A moment later your muscles began to unwind as you relaxed into the grip he had around your shoulders and John’s hand pumped slowly as the last vestiges of your climax began to dissipate. Everything stayed silent for a few long moments while you regained your thoughts and the fog over your mind cleared in that post-fuck haze. Even though you had been the one in control he still had your head in the fucking clouds. It wasn’t fair and truly you couldn’t have cared less. Not in that moment…Not ever.

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https-capri · 1 year

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XIAO X FEM READER SMUT

it's finally here yall; kinda got mixed feelings so i might rewrite it eventually (give me ur thoughts) other than that, enjoy :)

cw: not proofread, porn w plot, 69, cum eating, face sitting, sub xiao>>>, xiao being inexperienced, idk js read it if you want, lowercase is on purpose

the night was like any other. your legs dangle over the railing of the wangshuu inn, more specifically the roof. your arms support you as you await the green haired individuals arrival. every week, at least once, you and xiao would take the night to rest and chat while enjoying his favorite dish; almond tofu.

you'd grown closer to him over time, and he'd tell you about his day if you asked with enough persistence.

the wind brushes against your body as chills wash over you, not hearing the sound of xiao appearing behind you, too busy listening to the soft chatter of the people below you.

a soft clearing of his throat got your attention as you whirred your head around, facing the man before you who held out your share of tofu.

"oh, xiao! i didn't even hear you coming! thank you for the food." you greet, taking your plate and sitting at the table on the roof that's placed for the both of you.

xiao takes a moment to look take in the scenery before him, nothing he hasn't seen before but is greatful he gets to witness something so beautiful everyday.

"xiao? are you eating?" you ask, moving a piece of tofu back and forth on your plate with your chopsticks, waiting for him before you begin eating.

"oh, yes." xiao says, preoccupied, eyebrows furrowed as if something else has got his mind in a knot.

he strides over to his seat, placing his food down and sitting across from you.

"liyue is beautiful, isn't it?"

xiao says, paying what he said no mind as he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear to make sure it doesn't get in his food.

"hm, oh. you're right." you say, picking up a piece of tofu and putting it in the air, a cheers to the night before biting into it.

"mm, it's good, xiao!" you say in satisfaction, chewing happily on the tofu. subtly eyeing him due to his out of character-ness.

you pick up on xiaos odd behavior, he seems a lot less interested in talking, and is avoiding eye contact.

in an attempt to save the conversation, you ask the same question you do everyday.

"so, how was your day?" you ask, face full of almond tofu.

"i-it was fine. nothing out of the ordinary." xiao says, biting forcefully into his food, seemingly trying to distract himself as his leg bounced vigorously beneath the table.

you shoot him a look of worry, gently putting your hand over his, as he lets out a sigh as if he'd been holding his breath.

"what's going on? do you need to talk about anything?" you inquire, trying to have your questions be less pushy in case it worsened his mood.

"mm-mm, i'm fine." he spoke sternly, finally meeting your eyes as his pupils dilate.

the rest of the meal shared was generally quiet, the occasional comment was made, but it wasn't enough to start a conversation.

the silence is no longer apparent as you begin talking about your day. distracting yourself, looking out to the sunset as you dawdle on the best parts of the day so far. across from you, xiao had been biting his lip, eyebrows furrowed as his arms pumped beneath the table rhythmically, unnoticed by you.

"yeah, so that was my day- xiao?" you cut yourself off, looking over to him and becoming aware of his strange facial expression.

he inhaled sharply as if it were a gasp as you continue to look at him in confusion. you glance over to his arm, that's moving rhythmically under the table. peeking under, xiao's hand grips at his crotch, rubbing it roughly as he grinds into his touch, through the fabric of his pants, you can faintly make out the shape of his cock bouncing; pre staining a small shape on the front of his pants.

"c-can you help me, please?" he begs, not stopping his movements.

"ah! xiao!! shouldnt you be doing that in private?" you ask, your voice a few octaves higher in surprise as you look away.

"should i?" he says, confused as he humps the hand around his girth.

"that- that's something you really don't do in public, xiao" you say, mouth agape as your ears burn with embarrassment.

"please, please it hurts.." he says quietly , trailing off as he groans and rolls his hips against his hand.

you bite your lip nervously, looking around only to see everyone heading to their rooms for the night, hardly anyone else being present around you, let alone as high as the roof; leaving the space to just the two of you.

"i... i guess, are you sure that's okay with you?" you say, eyes gesturing to his hand that was still palming his boner through the cloth of his pants.

"m-mhm! 'jus want it to go a-away." xiao pleads, voice high and whiny; like that of a puppy.

you stand in front of him and kneel to the ground, making yourself comfortable before gently taking his cock out. the tip shines with pre, a deep ombré of red as it throbs in your hand.

xiao gasped, immediately sitting up as you spit on your hand, beginning to jerk his shaft slowly, teasing him slightly. you drag your hand from the base to his tip, where it spits more pre cum thats slides down his shaft slowly.

"ngh... ha.. feels- feels good." xiao wines, biting the back of his hand to keep his whimpers down.

you wrap your hand near the top, and take your other hand to rub your palm around the tip, feeling xiaos legs jolt as you do so.

"still feelin good?" you ask, checking up on him since hes so fidgety.

"mhm!! 'so good.." he said weakly, barely being able to manage a proper breath with the state of ecstasy he was in.

you smile to yourself as you push your hair out of your face and near yourself to his tip so you can kiss it softly.

your lips brush up and down his shaft as pre bubbles from his tip, carefully, you wrap your lips around his length, tongue leading the way as it swirls around his girth.

"wait! don't, 'm gonna.." xiao gasped from above you.

"don't worry about it" you say quickly so you can go back to taking all of him.

his angry tip thrusts in and out of your mouth, repeatedly hitting your uvula as your gagging creates more spit that spills from the corners of your mouth.

"gonna cum?" you tease, tongue flicking up and down over his hole, waiting for him to spill his seed down your throat.

"hah!! yes! 'm so close, please-" he pleads, grabbing a handful of your hair and shoving your mouth back onto his cock.

you feel his cum paint your throat as you rub circles on his thigh, letting him come down from his high.

sitting back, you stick out your tongue and show him his work, seeing his face flush and turn away, you laugh and swallow.

"..'s never felt that good before." xiao confesses, continuing to look away bashfully.

"we should.. do it more often then?" you ask, batting your lashes at him playfully, not being able to help the growing wetness in your panties.

"ah- w-would you like that?" xiao whips his head around to you, eyes blown wide and face a shade of red so deep it looked like he'd been holding his breath when he was looking away.

"..i think i would." you say, creeping between his legs, hands sliding up and down his thighs as your wrap your arms around his neck.

"i mean.. you seemed to enjoy yourself, no?" you speak, grinning. you grab a handful of his soft viridescent locks and pulling him into a kiss. your tongue swipes across his bottom lip and he whines into your mouth.

"i know somewhere better we can do this." you say, grabbing his wrist and quietly tip toe into your room, pushing him back onto the bed after the door is shut and locked, undressing yourself of your top quickly.

"wha- what are you.." xiao says, only to be muffled as your topless figure crawls on top of him, kissing him passionately as you pull away with a gasp, telling him to undress himself as you finish taking your pants off.

turning around, you straddle his chest as you pull his cock from his boxers, pulling your panties to the side as you hover yourself over his mouth.

you hear his breath hitch as he grips your thighs and pull you into his mouth, wet tongue slipping into your hole.

"'m i doing this right?" xiao asks shyly, hand creeping down his torso to rub his shaft.

"mhm, 's perfect, nd let me take care of this for you." you say, leaning forward and drooling on his length before taking all of it in your mouth.

xiao whimpers from your touch, sending shivers down your body as you grind down on his mouth.

"you feel so, so perfect on my cunt baby don't stop." you say, panting on his bobbing erection, xiao groans into your cunt as your essence drips down his chin. you move one hand down to your chest, twirling your nipple between your fingers, feeling them harden from your touch.

xiao rolls his hips to meet your mouth, taking him so deep your nose meets his balls each slow thrust he makes.

"m close xiao, don't stop." you demand, taking your mouth off his cock and stroking it fast, grinding yourself down on his mouth as he suckles your clit.

beneath you, xiao lets out a high pitched wine, flicking his tongue up and down on your clit as you reach your high, throwing your head back and tightly gripping xiaos thigh as yours shake violently around his head.

untouched, xiaos cock shoots sticky ropes of cum into his abdomen, groaning as dirty slurping sounds fill the room as he licks up all of your essence.

having to force himself away, xiao throws his head back, breathing heavy as he wipes your juices off his chin with the back of his hand.

"again?"

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roronoaism · 2 months

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♥︎ BEAUTY QUEEN ♥︎

part 1 out of ?

+ warnings: wlw relationship/themes, modern au (no mentions of pirates, the straw hats are just a group of friends), reader gets drunk

+ ft: designer! nico robin + artist! fem reader

+ wc: 0.6k

+ summary: after scoring a job to help a local designer grow her business, you get roped into her group of friends. however, robin seems to have taken an interest in you, and you can't help but feel that it's more than work place admiration.

+ notes: i plan on writing like, 2 or 3 of these? the next ones will have more relationship development and smut i promise yall

after ages of working hard, perfecting your art skills and proving people (and maybe yourself) that you did deserve to be part of the arts, you achieved success.

or, a miniature success. but it's still a win in your book.

you stand outside a small design studio, Hana Hana no Mi, an elegant purple and pink theme surrounding the place. 'looks cute', you think to yourself, walking in the place, a small chime ringing. a lady comes out, with the aura of true beauty. which is a thing now, because you said so.

"hello, is there something you need, sweetheart?" she ask, a playful smile plastered on her face.

"i'm your new assistant. i'm from the art school, the one who's gonna help out? or something, honestly whatever you need, ms-?"

"nico robin. but please, call me robin~" she purrs, looking at you with an interested gleam in her eye.

"quite a cutie, you will definitely be a help around here~! all i have is sanji constantly up my ass about asking nami out, and luffy tries to eat in here, oh, and -" she rambles on, mentioning names you haven't heard before.

"who exactly are those people?" you ask, looking at her curiously.

"oh, my friends. don't worry, you'll meet em soon!" she chirps, turning around and organizing a rack of clothes.

"these are beautiful." you mumble in awe, staring a skirt she designed. "all you?"

the ravenette turns to back, a small smile on her face. "yes. it's hard work, but i'm glad i have someone around. now, do you have any experience in design? fashion industry? clothing making?"

"no... but i'm an artisit!" you nervously reply, a small look of concern plastered on your face. "is that bad or-"

"it'll do. don't fret, i'll take good care of you. how about you settle your stuff down here, and then i take ya to get some drinks with my friends, hm?" robin ask, smiling as she takes your hand. "you'll be fine, darlin'. they don't bite. only sanji, if ya like it though... he's just horny, and zoro is just grumpy." she drops your hand, working on closing the store up for the mean time, letting you settle down.

♡ ♡ ♡

the bar is noisy, and loud. you sit next to robin and luffy, the so called 'leader of the straw hat crew' rambling your ear off. robin listens in on your two's (one sided, almost) conversation, giggling anytime you look to her for help on getting the man to shut up.

you didn't know how many drinks you were on, but things were starting to get fuzzy. sanji and zoro were off bickering somewhere, and luffy's words were blending together in your ears.

"hey, let's get ya back to my place, hm?" robin ask, a hand on your shoulder. you nodded, unsure of what was happening entirely, but happy to leave the loud and chaotic place.

robin walks you back to her apartment, settling you on the couch and getting you a glass on water and a bit of food. "incase your hungry, i'd hate for my doll to feel like absolute shit, although i bet you're gonna be dealin with a hangover tomorrow, you drank a bit."

the worry on her face was apparent, but not like you could tell in your drunken haze. you just nodded at her words, resting on her shoulder and chest, before dozing off into a silent slumber.

her hand rest on your shoulder, keeping you close to her. exactly where she wanted you.

your phone goes off, and robin takes a look at who texted you. the number was unknown, and the message read 'can we meet up again? its been a while... i miss you'

maybe she wouldn't have you yet

#nico robin #robin one piece #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #robin x reader #nico robin x reader #nico robin x you #straw hat pirates #♥ - vinnies corner

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Socket Wrench: Chapt. 2

Heres chapter 2 yall ummmmm im actually pretty happy about it buttt I'm still tryna build that tension between Dk and the reader so far so good? Anyway Enjoy!

Chapter 1 found here

Chapter 2: You fight like a substitute teacher

Apparently, you'd been in the garage all hours of the night and even into the morning. Being a fast learner had its perks especially when you seemed to be getting every trial-and-error test right on the first try. Even though DK had left you to fend for yourself a few passersby watching you get used to the tech gave you some pointers which you were thoroughly thankful for.

You were lucky enough to have your phone in somewhat good condition and your headphones managed to stay in your pocket after all that happened (yes sirrrrr). It had to be a miracle because lord knows you wouldn't be able to focus without some kind of music. You'd been working on building your own bike from pieces of different kart models. These mods were crazy, speaking of which, the wheels and the rims and-

“Did you sit here all night?” A seemingly familiar voice asks, echoing in the emptiness of the garage. Everyone else had long gone, but DK did say he would up check on you later. Guess he kept his word, you smile at the thought.

“Maybe, these karts are amazing. I couldn't bring myself to stop working” You huff, brushing the oil off your hands and onto your pants and trying to wipe whatever grime off your face.

A few stray braids are loose from your ponytail and the light sheen of sweat covering you made your skin glisten a bit. The sun was just about to rise and here you were, not having a wink of sleep and covered in….hell just dirt in general.

He’d never say it out loud but god did you look good like that, all rugged and tomboyish. He liked that you knew how to carry your weight here and were more than capable of doing it on your own. All independent like.

“You don't have this where you're from?” DK asks, circling your half-done bike as if to inspect your craftsmanship.

Damn, you really knew your shit. The bike looked great and for you to only have been in the kingdom for about a day and in the garage for even less? To say he was impressed was an understatement.

“Nope, and we certainly don't have strange kingdoms and talking animals.” You chuckle, rolling a differently styled wheel towards the bike to see if you liked the look of it.

You’d definitely have to add those later, they’d make your bike much faster that way.

This had to be the most comfortable silence you'd felt the entire time you'd been here and the start of an actually decent conversation with the so-called prince. He watched you work and you zoned in on the little details like how your paint looked and how comfortable the seat was.

Despite him absolutely radiating frat vibes when you'd met him, the air seemed kinda mellowed out far more than when you’d first met. And even so, the vibes were kind of….flirty?

“Hey, speaking of which, why don’t you give me a tour? Not everyone can say they got a tour from a prince in a kingdom in a completely different universe.” You suggest, gauging his reaction and gosh was it promising.

He smiles a bit, shrugging his shoulders in response.

“How about you get cleaned up and I’ll meet you back here when you’re done.” He offers, nodding at your current state.

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The kingdom is quiet at this hour, stars beginning to fade into the daylight above you as the water below fills the air in a constant ambiance. The air is fresher here, trees and bushes covering damn near everywhere. It's so pretty here, nothing compared to the concrete jungle you'd grown so used to.

“Hey, so I have some questions.” You state, keeping the walking pace with him.

“Shoot” He responds.

There's a pause before you ask and you both stop for a moment. Where he had taken you you have no idea but that wasn't what was really burning into you now. If you were going to be here for a while, you at least wanted to get to know him first. Maybe you'd even get to come back here and visit once you got back to Brooklyn…..but part of you didn't want to go back.

Being here hadn't been hell or anything. You’d gotten to work on something you're passionate about, look at new mechanics you didn't even know existed and maybe even make a new acquaintance….friend even. You couldn’t leave this behind.

“How long do you think I’ll be here? I-I'm not saying it like I'm in a rush to get home but…what if I said I like it here. I mean, I got to work on one of my very first passion projects, if you can call it that, and I'd even count meeting you as a plus” You chuckle, playfully punching his shoulder.

DK laughs back, slightly shaking his head.

“You proved yourself as far as I'm concerned. Your bike looks incredible, and you got it down in no time. Pretty impressive lady.” He jokes, referencing having called you that earlier.

“Now all that's left is to find your friends, and you can go home.” He pauses again, this time taking a moment to really get a look at you, the rising sun illuminating your face and eyes.

He thought you were pretty good-looking before but now, just being alone, and being able to really study your features, his heart stutters a bit.

“Or you could stay here.” That was softer than you’d expected. He paused a bit early too, almost like he didnt want to finish the rest of that sentence.

You swallow hard, on the fence about what you’d previously said. You have a business back home! One you worked your ass off trying to get and now you wanted to throw it away because of some cool go-karts and some stupid magical realm?

“I could, but I shouldn't. I have my own thing going back home that I worked my ass off for. But this, I can't get this anywhere else. Never in a million years. I don't want to spend my whole life feeling like I made a mistake going back and not exploring what's out there.” You explain, a bittersweet scowl creeping over your face.

“I've only ever traveled as a kid with my dad But this, this is something special. To travel through the universe and different worlds? It sounds amazing.” You sigh with a shine in your eyes.

“Alright that's enough, just go for it! Do what you want and forget everything else. Live without regrets, and then you'll feel fulfilled. And have some confidence, you’re too pre- what I'm saying is be happy with your decision no matter what you choose.” He explains, his much larger hand finding your shoulder.

If the eye contact you two had barely held before wasn’t important this definitely was. Your lips part for a moment, wanting to speak but nothing finding its way out. You stay quiet, seeing him do the same. He looked, genuine in all honesty and if silence wasn't broken by his boisterous laughter, you may have heard your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“ WOW, that was wise, good job on me for that.” He chuckles, proceeding down the path ahead, pointing out landmarks here and there. The sun was already up pretty high, and the kingdom beginning to buzz to life.

What was that all about?

First, he suggests you stay, and then that eye contact? And was he about to call you pretty???? You decide to shake it off, besides, it was about time to head back to the palace temple. As you both began to travel back conversation was easy. You joked back and forth, taking light jabs at each other as the two of you tread lightly. He opts to show you some of his favorite spots around the kingdom in the meantime.

There was still more he wanted to show you and not enough time. Before either of you could take the first steps to do so, you were approached by several guards, requesting that DK report to his father, something about a “Ring of Kong” among many other things. What was going on? You didn't even get a chance to look at that place yet???

“Ayo? What’s happening?” You question, a scowl written over your face before he could get a chance to walk away.

“I can explain later, head back to the palace you’ll be fine, someone will come get you`.” He nods, following the various guards back to where he was needed.

…..WHO WAS HE TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO?! There was no time to question it though because the once soft buzz of the streets turned into an excited riot as the rest of the villagers head in the same direction. You needed answers, asap.

“Hey! What's going on? Where is everyone going?” You question, trying to get answers from whoever was willing.

“You didn't hear!? There's a duel at the ring!”

Well hell, word travels fast around here, doesn't it? There'd be a slight change of plans. If the ‘ring’ this passerby was the same one DK was just summoned to, you’d be damned to miss it. Who was he dueling anyway? There was too much shit to answer and not enough time. The objective? Get to the mf arena.

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It took a little longer than you expected but when you arrived the arena was filled to the absolute brim with others awaiting to see the duel. You were close enough to see the king and whoever this princess-looking girl was next to him. However, you were far enough that it would take a good minute to get to them if needed. Down below in the middle of the arena were what looked like rows of blocks and cubes with question marks along with vines that hung off some.

Even lower than that were red construction bars and EVEN below that was the clear water of the kingdom. In a weak attempt to find the two competitors, you shuffle between patrons with a small ‘excuse me’ and ‘pardon me’. Your plan was to inch closer to the middle and toward the king. Low and beyond, at the farrrrr left end of the ring was the person you’d been hoping to get back to.

“MARIO!” You yelp, cupping your hands over your mouth to try and project the sound.

He seems to have heard something and looks around in the area to try and find a face to match the voice. You try calling out again, louder this time and it had finally worked.

“MARIO!!!” You yell, waving in excitement but then being more shocked and concerned. WHY THE HELL WAS HE IN THE ARENA?!

This was more of a question for the king, however upon trying to get to him the sudden uproar hinders you. Lord knows they weren’t cheering for Mario but whoever was on the other side of the-

Oh lord have fucking mercy

As of now any manners had flown out the window as you haul ass to get to the king. You’ve made it as fast as possible to the king's throne, giving a small wave to the Princess beside him before tapping his shoulder with a scowl.

“Hey yeah umm quick question….why is my associate in the ring about to get HIS ASS BEAT?!” You whisper yell, pointing below at Mario trying to hype himself up while DK shows off and all the way tf out. Well, at least he wasn’t lying about the people being big fans.

“You know him?!” The Princess gasps, taking your hands into her own.

“Yeah came down the pipe together but got separated? Where’s his brother, did he not make it with him?” You question, seeing her shake her head with a frown.

“I’ll explain everything if we can make it out of this. Please,” she offers you a seat next to her and you wait for the dual to begin.

You were beginning to get really tired of people telling you to wait for an explanation. There was absolutely no way this wouldn’t end a disaster. Knowing Mario he wasn’t going to quit. He’d take any and every punch determined to at least try. And of course, with DK wanting to show off, he wouldn't hold back.

Even though Mario was your associate and you wished the best for him considering this duel could be important…part of you really really wanted DK to win… and maybe it's cause you're biased for some odd, totally not obvious reason.

“Sooooo, what's this whole dual for?” You ask the princess, trying to get info as the two get ready to charge at each other.

“Bowser is coming to destroy my kingdom and we need an army to help stop him. The Jungle Kingdom has the strongest and with their help, we can defeat him. If Mario wins, they will lend us their help.” She explains, her attitude seeming more determined than anything.

Of course, as a princess, she'd be willing to do whatever it takes to protect her kingdom by any means.

“I see. Well, I hope I can be of some help. This place is amazing and- GAH DAMN” You gasp mid-sentence, seeing Mario getting beat tf up.

It was like he didn't even stand a chance with DK giving him about 5 bitch slaps back to back. The cheering erupting from the crowd was enough to boost his ego even further. There was almost no chance for Mario to breathe but of course, knowing him he stood his ground, trying to reach one of the question mark boxes.

“Use the blocks!” The princess calls, seeing Mario trying his damndest to get to one, DK hot on his tail.

“What do the boxes do exactly?” You question, seeing what looked like a little blue mushroom appear from out of the box.

He quickly eats it, waiting for the effects to occur as he charges toward DK. It was as if almost in the blink of an eye Mario was shrunk down and almost impossible to see. He was really about to fuck this whole thing up for the princess, a look of worry written over her features.

Mario returns to his normal size again, trying to escape punches being thrown at him as he tries to reach another mystery block. You sigh in relief when he reaches it, a red flower now falling out but before he can even get a chance to use it, DK has already blown it out.

“OUHHH THAT’S GRIMEYYYYY” You call out, wishing there was a referee or SOMEONE to call foul play. Guess that's not how this dual arena ordeal went.

Now he was back to getting beat up, round punches making contact with his face as he was thrown into beams and blocks. DK wasn't letting up, taking any chance he could to land another hit. However, on Mario's way down he manages to score one last mystery block with the help of the princess. Hopefully, this would even the odds and turn this whole fight around.

He had landed a cat box, a fur suit covering his once overalls. Even though it looked cute, its effect on his reflexes was amazing! It was much easier to dodge attacks and land his own. After a few good hits, DK fell, earning Mario the title of the victor!

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It was much after the duel now, and you were finally able to get a chance to chat with Mario. There had been so much to catch up on. According to him, he had stepped in to try and find Luigi, who had stepped down the tunnel to try and find you!

He explained that they got separated and Luigi was somewhere ruled by this Bowser character you were teaming up to defeat. The Princess, whom you had later found out was named Peach, gave him a run-through of the obstacles and blocks before even bringing him on this journey to the Jungle Kingdom.

You then explained how you'd been working on the cart for the most part and got to explore a bit with DK, whose name when mentioned made Mario scoff. Of course, they'd be on the rival's side after that fight. In all honesty, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for DK, the scratches left on his face looking like they stung more than anything and those punches from Mario during his counterattack were nothing to scoff at either.

Where was he anyway?

“I let him win by the way”

Speak of the devil. Almost instantly the two (Mario and DK) began bickering, only to be put to a stop by the king who had come to discuss the next plan of action. Even though you haven't learned much, you were willing to help at this point. You weren't one to back down from challenges and now certainly wasn't the time to run and hide.

And so, the plan was devised.

#donkey kong #seth rogan #super mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #super mario bros movie #donkey kong x reader #x reader #good lord #why did i write this #i know why #its that man seth rogans fault #i don't care he's hot #tension

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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AAAAAAH I SAW THE ELOWEN REPLY IM JUST-😳😳😳 FKSJRKWJDKS her.

Ok so hear me out once again:

So technically, The main 3 never had a chance to interrogate Elowen properly abt why she switched sides other than her saying "I don't wanna get played by LoS so I'm joining yall for now"

So Felix comes up with this idea: to brew a truth potion, add it to her morning coffee and just ask random questions throughout the day in their usual conversations. Anisa is reluctant about it while Sage is on board because even in Fathom Elowen seems not participate in a lot of conversations and just sit there and listen. So the boys manage to convince Anisa too. After the truth potion is slipped into Elowen drink however,

1) Elowen starts to tell every mean thing that passes in her head, unfiltered asf. Makes Sage roasted ham

"Idk who let you be a member of the Starsworn bc the way you live makes you look like the comedic relief side character in a play who is lowkey depressed."

"Go wash yourself dipshit you look like a mop used to wipe the floor" (mean asf dont judge me-)

2) Flirts with MC as if it's the most casual thing, MC is shocked bc they had guessed Elowen had a reason to be nice to them(She does actually, she only treats you the way you treat her)

"Nice ass" "Who tf said that-" "Me. Nice ass. Appreciate yourself more you idiot look in the mirror or something, you're hot."

"Marry me." "Elowen-" "Do it so I can piss this useless fleabag off."

3) Slander them for how disorganized the main 3 are in their plans with only backup plan. Mentions Lucan sometimes. Gets sentimental

"You cannot organize knights when you cant even organize your room. Clean that up Anisa I can smell spaghetti."

"Lucan used to get paranoid over plans. Have backups is all I have to say. Consider every outcome, and you will be foolproof. "

From that day on everyone swore to never use that option on Elowen again.

:)))

No but that's so funny I fucking love her,,

I feel like Elowen makes it a habit to learn about the people she works with so that if they ever turn on her she'll have the upper hand. That means studying them. She keeps the info to herself but once she's had the truth potion??

Felix is flipping through some books trying to do research and he keeps pacing around the study and Elowen just pokes her head and goes 'your favorite quill is in Stella's pile of toys under the stuffed bear' and! Felix fucking finds it!! Right there!!! And he's finally able to get back to his work because he now has That One Focus Object and he doesn't even think to ask Elowen how she knew it was there

Anisa is scatterbrained and trying to find her knife because she's running late for a Sunstone meeting and Elowen, without looking up from her coffe, goes 'left boot inner ankle' and Anisa checks and finds it there and is just like,, Oh! Thank You Elowen! Why do you know that tho and Elowen just sips her drink and doesn't respond.

Sage is making Felix coffee and Elowen, leaning against the counter, goes 'he says he wants two sugars but really he wants three and a half' and Sage is just glaring at her because Why Does She Know That

She! Makes! Everyone!! Make!! A!!! Backup Plan!!!

Sage starts to argue about some aspect of it and El just flicks his forehead and is like 'I do not have the time or crayons necessary to explain this to you' and Sage is just Pissed

That being said I think the main person she targets with her insults is Sage for obvious reasons

'You remain an excellent reminder for why abortion should be legal' but is that an insult saying he never should have been born or that his illegitimate children would be fucking everywhere were it not for abortion? I don't know! I think they're both hilarious!

She totally is flirting with you just to piss off Sage. But I think there's a little something genuine in there too. Maybe a hint of admiration that you've (apparently) managed to tame the Red Wraith. Or maybe she's just impressed that you haven't killed him already for being annoying.

More than that though, remember when Sage said that you remind him of Lucan? That you two would like each other? I think Elowen sees that too. And if you ask her about it, she'll admit it.

She literally just locks Anisa, Felix, and Sage in Anisa's apartment and orders them to clean it and then just takes you on a date kidnaps you.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #elowen de bhaldraithe #sage lesath #anisa anka #felix escellun #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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dbfacets · 2 years

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Facets: Chapter 3

Summary: Turnis decides to get to the bottom of the mystery of Etro, the soldier everyone except for him seems to fear…but what he finds out is baffling to him.

Author Notes: sorry for the delay on this chapter! i had a case of the burnouts lol, and i was focusing on work for a long time. but here i am again with another chapter! i hope to post more frequently in the future… i’d love to hear how yall are taking the story so far, with it being post-mirrors!! thanks for reading <3

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It’s another day at the Sadala Capital Army Base. Inside the mess hall, Turnis is walking over to a table, where Calabris is already sitting. Calabris looks up as Turnis sits down. “Took you long enough…”

“Shut up.”

The two start eating, and after a minute, Calabris starts making conversation. “So, they put you on any missions yet?”

Turnis sighs. “Not yet.”

“Ah, well. I’m sure they will soon. Things have been kind of all over the place since Lerica stepped down from being queen.”

Turnis seems interested in that. “Who’s ruling now?”

“Some gang leader, from what I’ve heard,” Calabris answers. “Apparently she came outta nowhere and dared anyone to try and stop her from taking the throne, and when people did, she kicked their asses pretty badly. I heard her gang was the strongest on the planet, so.”

Turnis thinks this over, looking at his food. “I guess things are a lot different from when I was here last…”

“Same here,” Calabris agrees. “I guess I have no right to complain, though.”

While Calabris finishes his sentence, a soldier–Calabris recognizes him as Logi–walks up behind Turnis and suddenly dumps his tray of food over his head. This causes Calabris to jump to his feet in anger. “Hey!!”

Logi smirks snarkily. “Sorry, newbie. I thought this was the trashcan.”

Calabris growls, ready to fight, but Turnis interrupts him before he can do anything.

“Calabris.”

He stands up calmly, and Logi smirks. “What? You gonna do somethin’ about it, rookie?”

Logi watches as Turnis reaches out his hand and gently touches the other’s chest. Suddenly, an intense electrical shock goes through him, and he falls to the ground, completely unconscious. Onlookers seem shocked, and they start to mumble to each other.

“Did you see what he just did to Logi?”

“Did he kill him?”

“Should we do something?”

As Turnis looks around with a disgruntled expression, Etro walks in, and everyone falls silent. The large saiyan notices Logi on the ground, and he approaches. He stops and looks down at the fallen soldier, then at someone in the crowd.

“What happened?”

A soldier shakily answers, “That guy took Logi out!”

Calabris immediately jumps in to defend Turnis. “That guy dumped his food all over him! He was just–”

“I didn’t ask you.”

Calabris shuts the fuck up.

Etro then looks at Turnis. “... Is this true?”

Turnis returns his gaze with a glare. “Yeah. What of it?”

The two stare intensely at each other for a few moments before Etro picks Logi up and carries him over his shoulder.

“I’ll take him to the infirmary,” he declares. “I’d advise you all not to mess with the rookie again, unless you want to end up the same.” With that, he exits the mess hall with Logi in tow.

Everyone looks at Turnis, mostly in disbelief. He simply sits back down and begins to wipe the food off himself. Calabris joins him in sitting.

“I can’t frickin’ believe you just did that,” Calabris hisses.

“He had it coming.”

“No, not that, I mean how you talked to Etro! Who knows what would have happened if he was in a bad mood…”

Turnis scoffs, then. “I don’t see what the big deal about that guy is. We’ve never actually seen him do anything, and even if he is hiding his power, it can’t possibly be the same level as ours.”

Calabris slowly relaxes, leaning back. “Whatever, man. I wouldn’t provoke him, just to be safe.”

Turnis is left disgruntled, continuing to clean himself off.

After a while, Turnis ends up tracking Etro down within the base, finding him walking through the halls. He follows him just close enough to where he can keep track of him, but not be immediately noticed.

Etro, however, does notice him after a while of being followed, but he keeps walking. It isn’t until the two are alone in a narrow hallway that he stops and sighs.

“How long do you intend on trailing me?”

Turnis steps out from behind the corner. “As long as it takes to figure out what your deal is,” he says boldly.

Etro turns around to look at him finally. “My deal?”

“Everyone talks about you like you’re some kind of fairytale legend. I’ve yet to see anything that says you’re more than just another soldier.”

Etro narrows his eyes. “You’ve heard about me, and you still aren’t fazed?”

Turnis shakes his head a little. “I don’t see any reason to fear you as you are right now.”

There’s a pause between them as they stare at each other. Suddenly, Etro begins walking towards Turnis, who stands his ground. However, instead of initiating a fight, Etro speaks a bit softer.

“... If you really want to talk,” he begins, “I’ll give you my address. I don’t live on base. Meet me at my house this evening, and we can talk more there. Please come alone.”

Turnis looks up at him skeptically…but eventually agrees.

Later, Calabris eventually joins Turnis in his quarters to hang out, and Turnis delivers the news that he’s going to visit Etro later. This shocks the other.

“You’re not actually planning on going to his house, are you? Like, his actual house?”

Turnis is looking down at a piece of paper with an address written on it as Calabris continues. “Don’t you think it’s weird that he doesn’t live on base? What if he jumps you when you’re alone? Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you or something?”

Turnis sighs. “Calm down. I’m just going to talk to him to get to the bottom of this nonsense.”

Calabris stares at him warily for a few moments before sighing. He leans back and takes a hit off of a joint he apparently rolled. Space weed, most likely. “Okay… But if you get killed, it won’t be my fault this time.”

The day turns to evening, and Turnis finds himself at the address given to him by Etro. It’s a quaint little saiyan house, sort of out of the way from the main living area of the capital. Turnis knocks on the door, and after a moment, Etro opens it. He’s dressed casually.

The large saiyan looks around nervously before stepping aside to let him in. “Come in.”

Turnis walks inside, and Etro closes the door behind him. Turnis starts to walk forward, but a small alien cat-like creature scurries in front of him and nearly trips him.

Etro walks around him. “Sorry about her… You can go have a seat. I’ll just be a minute.”

Turnis finds his way into the living room, which looks…oddly cozy. The couch is comfortable as he takes a seat and looks around. The room is decorated pretty normally… Definitely not like a soldier lives there. It’s odd.

Etro doesn’t take long; he soon comes into the room with two large bowls of food, handing one to Turnis before sitting down across from him.

Turnis sniffs the food as he examines it. Etro notices his caution, and he awkwardly shifts around. “Sorry if you weren’t hungry. You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want it. I don’t usually have company over, so…I figured I should cook something.”

Turnis furrows his brow a little before finally taking a bite. It’s…delicious. Probably the best food he’s had in years. He then looks up at Etro. “... What is this?”

Etro leans forward a little. “It’s rockbull meat made with imported herbs and spices with some steamed vegetables on the side. Nothing too crazy.”

“Did you…cook it?”

“Yes.”

Turnis looks back at his food. It looks incredible, now that he gets a good look at it, and the smell is amazing. He really can’t believe this was cooked by a random soldier. “Where did you learn to cook like this? It tastes like it was made by a professional.”

Etro rubs his neck, seeming a little bashful. “It’s…just something I picked up as a hobby. I cook all my meals. That’s why I don’t eat on the base.”

Turnis continues eating. “Well, that’s one mystery solved, I guess…” He then blinks. “Wait, then why do you just get milk?”

Etro reaches over and pets the cat creature that jumps up onto his seat. “I give it to my pets. It’s good quality milk, so I figure I shouldn’t waste the opportunity.”

He hesitates for a moment before placing his utensil down. “... I know my eating habits aren’t why you came,” He says softly. “You want to ask about my reputation and why I have it, right?”

Turnis sits up with interest. Etro doesn’t make eye contact for a bit.

“... I’ve never told anyone this because everyone’s been too scared to ask. Please don’t tell anyone, okay?”

Turnis narrows his eyes a little. “O…kay?”

“… The truth is, the tales people tell about me are just rumors. None of them are true. Well… Maybe a little bit. I do tend to drive people off just by looking at them because they get scared and run away. The rest is all made up, though. I’ve actually never killed anybody. I don’t even like being a soldier.”

Turnis is…shocked, to say the least. He knew something was up with Etro, but he didn’t know it was this bad. “Then how did you even become an elite?” he asks. “More importantly, why did you accept the position at all?”

Etro looks off to the side, seeming a bit ashamed. “The higher-ups heard what people said about me and my alleged accomplishments and they just assumed what they heard was true and let me in. I only keep the job because it pays well and keeps people from bothering me.”

Turnis looks flabbergasted. “You’d rather keep a job built on lies and false stories than find something you actually enjoy doing?”

“If I could quit I would,” Etro defends, “but I don’t want to lose my salary because then I won’t be able to support myself or my pets anymore…”

Turnis frowns. “There’s got to be something you can do that’s better than this. One day your lies are going to bite you in the ass and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.”

They sit there for a few moments in silence. The air is a bit tense from Turnis’ words. Eventually, he speaks again.

“… Listen. If you keep going on like this, you’re going to eventually get yourself killed. Then there’ll be no one to take care of your pets at all. You need to do something about it.”

It’s Etro’s turn to frown, now. “What can I do, though? If I tell the truth, everyone will laugh at me and I’ll be the biggest disappointment in the whole army. That’ll ruin my career forever.”

“You dug yourself into this hole, and now you have to think of a way to get yourself out of it.”

Etro pauses. “... Will you help me?”

“Help you?”

“Yeah.” Etro sits up a little straighter. “Help me figure out a way to get out of this mess I’m in. I’ll be your personal bodyguard if you do.”

“Trust me, I don’t need you as my bodyguard.” Turnis rubs his neck in thought. “... But…I guess I could try to help you.”

Etro smiles, which is weird to see in a way, since this whole time Turnis has seen him looking mean and stoic, like he’s daring someone to mess with him. This expression makes him seem more…normal. “Thank you,” he breathes. “Oh–I never asked for your name.”

Turnis gives a faint smile of his own. “It’s Turnis.”

The next day…

Turnis and Calabris are sitting in the mess hall again, as usual. This time, though, Calabris is up in Turnis’ business, ready to hear the hot goss. “Alright, spill it. What happened at Etro’s place?”

Turnis calmly eats his meal. “We talked. That’s all.”

Calabris just…stares at him in disbelief. “... For real? That’s all you’re gonna give me?” He scoots closer. “At least tell me what you talked about.”

“If you want to know that badly, you can ask him yourself.”

Calabris rests his chin in his hand. “Jeez, you’re a bigger dick than I am, huh?”

Just then, Etro walks by with his milk. Turnis turns around as he passes. “Hey, Etro. Why don’t you sit with us for a little bit?”

Calabris locks up, giving Turnis an incredulous look. Etro hesitates, looking between the two of them, but he ends up sitting down beside Turnis anyway.

“How’s your day going so far?” asks Turnis.

Etro shrugs a little. “Just like it usually does, I guess. I’m waiting to hear back from the sergeant about my next mission.”

“I see. I’m waiting on an assignment, too.”

While the two converse, Calabris just sits watching in confusion. Turnis notices this and looks over to him. “Something wrong, Calabris?”

Calabris just looks between them. “... Am I missing something, or…?”

Turnis goes back to eating. “You should tell him, too, Etro. He won’t tell anyone; I’m basically the only friend he has.”

Calabris frowns. “Hey.”

Etro looks over at Calabris, who looks back at him awkwardly…and then he sighs. “... Okay. If you’re with Turnis. Come by my house later. Turnis has my address.”

Calabris gives a wary look at Turnis, who continues with his meal.

Before he knows it, Calabris is sitting in the living room of Etro’s house with both Etro and Turnis. “So, wait, let me get this straight…”

He leans forward on his knee with his elbow. “All that shit I’ve heard about you is just a big rumor, and you’re not even as strong as a normal soldier? You can’t be serious.”

Etro nods. “It’s true. I try to avoid fighting where I can.”

“Then where did those scars come from?”

“They were both accidents.”

Calabris leans back in his seat, just kind of…manspreading. Manspreading in disbelief.

“I can’t believe it. All this time I’ve been afraid of a big phony.”

Turnis has his arms crossed. “Well, you were always the stupid one.”

Calabris rolls his eyes. “Funny.”

The three talk for a little while longer, but eventually Calabris and Turnis meet up back at Turnis’ quarters. Calabris once again is smoking, sitting with his back against the wall on the floor. “You’re really going to help him out? How do you plan on doing that exactly?”

Turnis is sitting on the bed, lying on his back. “I don’t know. I’ll…think of something eventually.”

“Good luck,” Calabris says with a light scoff. “I can’t see him getting out of this one without either getting a serious injury or straight up kicking the bucket.”

That worries Turnis for some reason. He doesn’t know why; it’s not like Etro means much to him. He’s just another soldier, right?

Still…he can’t help but worry. He looks off at nothing, his thoughts now starting to race and jumble together.

“... Yeah.”

#db facets #dbz story #dbz oc #chapter 3

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uth0ttm · 2 years

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lADS EXCITING NEWS

maybe,,,,

IM NOT DEAD CACKLING SM-

AND OH MAN

THERES A LOT 2 TELL YALL ABT WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN THE TIME THAT I HAVENT BEEN ON HERE

SOME SPICY THINGS HAPPEN IN THIS STORY BUT NOT SUS SPICY, SO ILL PUT TWS FOR WHEN SAID THINGS APPLY

ALSO THERES A TLDR AT THE BOTTOM FOR YALL WHO STILL WANNA KNOW THE STORY BUT DONT WANNA READ SM

So like,,,

Awhile ago now, literal months has passed by since I've been on here but, I had deleted Tumblr bc it was just taking up way 2 much space on my phone and I wasn't using it much, which is understandable yk. Get rid of the things you dont use often for space. So I did

Well in the whole process of that shit happened

Biggest shit I never thought would've happened in HIGH SCHOOL of all places like miss gurl this shit was wack

So last December I met a girl and her friend because I was hanging out with my then gf in the library, and I overheard this girl and said friend talking abt Resident Evil: Village (if you don't know what this game is by this point in time u are fr living under a rock my guy-/lh), and specifically about Lady D. And now I know I shouldn't have been eves dropping or continuously listening in 2 their conversation, but I honestly couldn't help it bc literally no one else except for maybe 3 other people would talk abt things like Resident Evil bc this high school was built in probably one of the most mormon places u can find in Canada that borders the States-

So for that reason, ofc I was gonna be invested in their Convo. Well after listening for a bit, I politely excuse myself from my then gf bc she was doing homework at that point n it seemed like I was just gonna be bothering her rather than having her also be excited abt these two other people talking about RE. Then gf let's me go over and so I honestly pretty timidly walked up to the two cuz they're sitting at a table in the library, and I asked if I could sit down with them and talk to them because I've never heard anyone else talk about RE in this school. I did also apologize for listening in bc the conversation they were having could've been personal life details, but it was all about RE when I was listening in, so at least I wasn't intruding in that aspect. Anyways, the two let me sit down and talk with them, and the both of them are really excited to have another person to have sit down with them and talk about what seems to be one of their fixations and so we talk for quite a while before having to go home. What I didn't realize is that this girl has been on my bus the entirety of grade 12, and even though I sat in the back and she sat in the back, I never took notice because I was more focused on my brother, who was in grade 9 at the time, and unfortunately (or fortunately, however you wanna put it) I am quite overprotective of said little brother. But also, when I say this girl sat in the back of the bus, I meant it was WAY back, and this is because she is permanently in a wheelchair. Now you may be asking "what's so important about that fact, why do you have to specify that?" Well I have to specify it for later on in the story because it ties into the insanity I faced later on in this story. So she's in the very back of the bus because we have the bus that's meant for people permanently in a wheelchair to help them get onto the bus, and once she's on the bus, the whole way back home I'm talking to her, and I introduce my friends I already had to her because she's a really cool person and I have no clue why I've never noticed/spoken to her in the first place.

Well fast-forward to only a few weeks later, we've become really good friends, this girl (who I will continue to call S) and her friend (who I will call G) have full on integrated into our friend group and are all getting along great with each other. Plot twist, or so I thought, because I found out way later on that my then gf had been going behind my back to 2 of our other friends and ranting about how jealous she was of S and how I had apparently been spending way too much time with her and G, and not enough time with her, even though whenever I'd go to spend time with someone, it was always her. I was stuck to her side as the loyal golden retriever bf. Yet she was going behind my back and claiming that I wasn't spending enough time with her and all my time was going to not S AND G, but only to S. She was getting severely jealous of S because she thought I was going behind HER back and was cheating on her with S. My gf at the time even accused me of such in private and I had to prove that I had never, would never, and could never cheat on her because I'm too loyal to do so, plus S had already stated that she was AroAce due to childhood trauma involving her moms bfs when she was little, because with her being in a wheelchair, she didn't want to end up getting into an abusive relationship herself, because she has no easy way to get out of something like that, especially with having muscular dystrophy. I told my then gf that as well. Eventually said gf believed me and things were smoothed out, at least I thought so, but as time went on, then gf was still very jealous and still going behind my back and saying mean things about S.

So fast forward to April of this year. I'm really excited about this month because the 23rd of this month would have marked mine and said gfs one year anniversary, so ofc I was excited. That and at that point S and G where really close friends of mine, especially S because we found we had a lot of the same interests as each other, and even if we didn't, whatever interest the other wasn't into, we'd still hype each other up about it and state how cool it was even if we personally weren't into it (and this is how she got me into the band Ghost all the way back in January, but that's another story for another time-). Well, I was also excited about April because about a week prior to it being April, student council had announced they were gonna have a talent show event, and I didn't know this but S was gonna be in it! When she told me I was really excited about it because she's a real good singer and she knows all about music because that's what she's good at besides art. So she's telling me all about it because she came to ask me what song, specifically from Ghost, she should do, and when I gave her a few suggestions, she deliberated on them and had chosen Life Eternal. After a little while of us talking, she had also asked if I would perform with her so that it would be a little less freaky to perform in front of the whole school, and although singing in front of people scares me (I'll only do so in front of my brother and people I'm really close to usually), I agreed to sing with her because I will do anything for my friends. Little did I know however, this would only make my then gf MORE jealous. So anyways, time goes on, we did the talent show, it was pretty fun and as a last minute decision I had decided to paint half of my face in Copia/Papa IV's papa makeup, which made S really happy, and all day and a few days after, we won't stop talking abt how wicked we were, even though the thing as a whole wasn't, we were just happy and excited about our part we had in the talent show. This happened on the 12th of April. Fast forward only a couple days later, the 15th. At this point said gf and I had quite a few arguments, all started by her, all somehow involving S, and all deescalated by me. However, things weren't gonna be deescalated this time, since then gf had cheated on me the night beforehand with some guy. I was obviously taken aback by this because why would you ever do that? Anyways, we break up that day, but we don't tell any of our friends because we don't know how to break the news to them. Or so I thought. Even to the last minute, then gf had found a way to blatantly lie to my face. Remember how I've been saying then gf would go behind my back telling 2 of our other friends how jealous she was of S? Apparently she had PLANNED THIS WHOLE CHEATING AND BREAKUP SCHEME AND THOSE 2 FRIENDS ALREADY KNEW WE WERE GONNA BREAKUP

I only found out about this whole thing the next month, in May. But I went along with this big lie, which I only thought me and then gf knew about. Anyways, a week later is when S finds out we've broken up because finally it was decided by then gf and I that maybe the rest of our friends should know, and we all individually told them, although I didn't exactly one on one tell S about it, she found out through one of my Instagram stories, and so S being S, she runs to my DMs about it and asks if I'm ok. I tell her truthfully that I am, I've gotten over it, this and that, just generally reassuring my best friend that I would be ok, but if I had to, I would come to her if I was feeling sad.

Anyways, another week passes by, and S comes to me on discord really confused, and honestly pretty scared, and so me being a good friend, I sit down and listen to her. She reveals to me that she thinks she's started to have feelings for me, but since she doesn't really know how that feels, mainly due to her trauma induced AroAceness, she is currently freaking out about it because she doesn't know if they're actual feelings, or if it's just her brain trying to play tricks on her and whatnot. She then proceeds to profusely apologize because she knows this is bad timing on her part since I had just gotten out of a relationship and she feels really bad and like I'm going to hate her for such. But I reassured her that her confessing this to me wasn't going to make me hate her in any aspect, especially because she was confused about what her feelings were. In the end, I told her I would think about things and tell her the next day whether or not we could take things further, and then we went on like that and just didn't revisit the topic for the rest of the night. So the next day, I come back and tell S over discord that we can further what's happening and just kinda see what happens. I was expecting her to jump right in when it came to a relationship, but she held back and told me outright she couldn't be in a relationship yet because she didn't want to get into a relationship with me, and then a week later break up with me because she got too scared and couldn't handle it because she didn't want to be the next person to break my heart, especially since it was broken not that long ago. I respectfully accepted that and asked her where she wanted to go with that, and thus started her journey on learning to be ok with dating, and that not every person was going to abuse her like she had seen when she was little with her moms boyfriends. Weeks go on and whenever the topic of being in a relationship came up, it was always her asking me questions so she could be more comfy with the idea of a relationship. This whole time shes trying to figure things out is probably one of the hardest things she's experienced because she doesn't exactly know what to do, hence why she asks questions involving relationships, and so I answer to the best of my abilities. This whole time shes also really amazed and confused at how patient and nice I'm being about the whole thing and that if this were anyone else they most likely would've given up, but I got all cheesy on her and told her that if you truly love someone, you will be there for them no matter what, and that seemed to reassure her any time she was so confused about my patience towards her.

Anyways, it comes to be mid-May, the 17th to be exact, and the whole time I've been helping S figure what's going on out, we've become really close. We haven't talked about relationship things all the time leading up to this point, but it's been enough to help her get more comfy with it. Anyways, the night of the 17th of May, we get back onto the topic of relationship stuff, and it ends with her saying she thinks she's finally ready for a relationship!! She says that she's still a little scared and that there's still a gross feeling in her tummy when she thinks about being in a relationship, but she tells me that she's pretty sure it's just her brain trying to trick her, and her best bet is just jumping right in at this point because she doesn't think she can get any more comfortable, and in her words she said "what's the worst that could happen!" (Keep this in mind because this is kinda funny tying into this next part of the story) so at 10:56 PM, on May 17th, S finally said yes to being in a relationship with me, and today, September 17th, marks 4 months we've been together!! It's really exciting because even before being in a romantic relationship with her, the platonic one we had was one of the best friendships I've ever had, and since knowing her, I have been extremely happy and I could not be more thankful for having her in my life. One of my favourite nicknames for her is Skrinkle, which is just a deformed way of calling her my scrungle, and she calls me Scrinch, which is her romantic name for me that is literally just an inside joke about the Grinch, but idm, I think it's pretty cute lmao.

But, that's not the point, unfortunately story does not end at me getting my happily ever after with my absolutely beautiful gf, no, we're still on abt my ex gf, bc she's ✨fucking insane✨

And no, I don't joke about that. This isn't a classic case of the one ex over exaggerating how wack their ex is, no, my ex is literally fucking insane I swear to you. This is because the next day, our friend group is at school and it's lunch time, at this point ex gf stopped hanging out with us ig because I was there kinda thing. Anyways, one of our friends, who was also one of the ones ex gf had been talking to behind my back, tells me, Skrinkle, and a bunch of our other friends that she is scared for specifically Skrinkle's safety, because recently my ex gf has apparently been making death threats to Skrinkle in an entirely separate server where only my ex, and the 2 friends she was talking to were in, and ex gf would always try to poorly disguise said death threats as vents that she needed to get out

Now TW here for certain people

Now this is the part in the story where, if you've forgored, you remember that Skrinkle/S/my gf is in a wheelchair because of a disability she has because my ex gf, within her disgusting, hate-fueled rants, said on multiple occasions she had wanted to push Skrinkle down a flight of stairs, there was another instance where she talked about walking behind her with a hammer and wanting to bash her skull in, and, this is the fun part, last night (which would've been the 17th of May, the day we had gotten together), she had written a several paragraphs, of in depth details on how she wanted to murder Skrinkle. She had written these details an hour after me and Skrinkle got together. Now rightfully everyone sat there in stunned silence after our friend had told us this but she said she told us so we would be safe because she genuinely was scared one of us would get hurt, especially Skrinkle. I just kinda looked at Skrinkle and joked about how she had said "what's the worst that could happen" after she decided to say yes to being in a relationship with me, and we had just found out that the absolute worst that couldve happened did happen, and it was an hour after we had gotten together. Anyways, we continue talkig on about this, mainly about what we should do in this situation bc its really fucked up, but partway through I start overthinking bc I'm just like aw fuck I got her into this mess, she's gonna get hurt bc of me, this that n the other thing yk, n I start breaking down. People start freaking out bc they've never seen me cry so they're trying to make me feel better but I'm just having an absolute moment over here fjsjdnd-

Anyways, I calm down eventually and we get things sorted out but uh

yEAH-

THATS THE BASIS OF WHATS HAPPENED TO ME THE PAST LITTLE BIT IVE BEEN GONE

AND NOW IM IN COLLEGE THATS WACK-

BUT BESIDES THAT SHIT THAT HAPPENED MY LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL, THINGS ARE DOING ALR AND MYSELF AND MY NOW GF ARE DOING GREAT!!

THANK U 2 THOSE 2 READ THE WHOLE THING

ITS QUITE A LOT

WHICH BRINGS ME TO OUR TLDR SO LIKE

Tldr; I met a new girl who's physically disabled, became friends w her, ex gf got jealous of her, we broke up bc ex cheated on me, girl I became friends with caught feelings for me, we eventually got 2gether, and my ex gf plotted to kill a disabled person and made wild death threats and whatnot (some involved pushing her down the stairs), but dw we're both safe and thriving now and I'm currently in college :>

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lcandothisallday · 2 years

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Idk if you need any writing inspo but the concept of jack gushing over his high school sweetheart whatever interview he’s doing or whatever song he’s writing or wherever he goes… 😩 definitely been on my mind

THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE😭😭 also I had to self indulge and make the reader canadian😌 yall can imagine Toronto being some other city lmfao

High School Sweethearts x Jack Harlow x f!reader

“So Jack,” the interviewer started. “It’s no secret that you and your girlfriend Y/N have been dating for a while…can you tell us how you two met?” she asked.

Hearing the question, Jack couldn’t help but grin widely as he reminisced on his highschool days. “Y/N—I swear she’s my fucking forever soulmate,” he mused. “I don’t know how I got so lucky with her—I must’ve done something fucking amazing in my past life,” he joked.

“But um…we met in sophomore year. She moved to Louisville from Toronto and all I remember thinking was that she was the cute city girl from Canada,” he chuckled. “And she was forced to sit next to me in science class and bro when I tell you she wasn’t giving me the time of fucking day. She was really shy and I think she was kinda mad that her dad’s job was relocated to Louisville.”

The interviewer chuckled. “Yeah-I think I’d be pissed too if my family moved me from a major city like Toronto to a state like Kentucky of all places,” she said, clearly teasing Jack.

“Nah nah—what we not gonna do today is bash on Kentucky,” he tsked before he let out a laugh.

Jack licked his lips before he continued. “But yeah. I remember a lot of the guys in our grade were crushing on her and when she walked into a party one night, they all started freaking out tryna get her attention and all but you could tell she was dragged there by her friend and didn’t wanna be there.”

The interviewer smiled softly as she urged Jack to continue. “Did you approach her or did she approach you? Assuming this party is what started it all,” she chuckled.

Jack smirked, “she came up to me. She was so nervous-it was fucking adorable.”

“Um…we sit next to each other in Dalton’s science class right?” you ask Jack, biting your lip as you approach him.

Jack couldn’t help but grin as he nodded, adjusting his glasses on his nose better. “Yeah-that’s me. First week here and you’re already invited to a party huh?”

You bite your lip as you let out a chuckle. “Savannah dragged me here. Said if I wanted to feel normal and like I belong then I’d have to come.”

“Do you feel normal?”

You scoff and shake your head. “Not at all. I feel like people are constantly staring or whispering stuff behind my back. Apparently there’s a rumour going around that I gave some senior guy head on my first day,” you frown. “Which is a complete lie by the way,” you quickly correct.

Jack laughed softly. “It’ll get better. People are only so fixated on you cause you’re new. Most of us have known each other since kindergarten so it’s not often we get newbies,” he shrugged.

You nod and lean against the counter, your arms crossing in front of your chest as a slight awkward silence overtook the conversation. Jack glanced down at his feet nervously as you looked around the party, your ears picking up a group of girls talking shit about your’s and Jack’s proximity to one another. Getting overwhelmed with everything, you take in a breath and turn to Jack. “I think I’m gonna go,” you breathed out, turning to leave but Jack quickly reached for your arm, stopping you.

“Don’t. You just got here and I like talking to you,” Jack confessed. You can’t help but glance back at the group of girls which he took notice. “Don’t care about them. They’re just a bunch of bitches always talkin’ shit. Please stay?”

“Okay, Jack.”

The interviewer smiled softly at how Jack described that night. “So is that when you two started dating?”

Jack had to think back for a second before he shook his head. “Not quite. Since she sat next to me in science, we ended up being lab partners and she came over to do the assignment and that’s when we made things official.”

“Jaaaack,” you whined, groaning as you rubbed your temples as Jack continued to giggle. “I swear you’re gonna be the reason we fail this lab if you keep procrastinating,” you mumbled.

“C’mon! One listen,” he pouted, his laptop out to show you the new song he had been working on. You bite your lip, the excited expression on his face making your heart flutter. You reluctantly agreed which made Jack’s grin widen. “Okay...it’s-it’s not finished. So like...be nice about it,” he breathed out nervously. You reassure him you will before he finally clicks play and you listen intently to his bars. A smile danced on your lips as the song progressed, Jack closely paying attention to your reaction.

After a particular line, your eyes widened and your head snapped to look at Jack. “Was that...was that line about me?” you asked him timidly. Jack’s face instantly went red as he nodded. “Um yeah but it’s still a work in progress and if it makes you uncomfortable then I could totally take it out because--” you cut off his adorable rambling by pressing your lips to his. He immediately welcomed the kiss, sloppily deepening it as his hands moved to hold your waist.

When you pulled away for a breath, your thumb stroked his cheek as you looked at him with such a heartfelt expression. “That made me feel really special...thank you, Jack.”

Jack took the opportunity to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I really did mean it. You’re the most beautiful girl I know,” he smiled. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You grinned and nodded immediately. “Yes,” you giggled, leaning in to kiss him again. Once again, the kiss got heated quickly and you found yourself gaining the courage to move your hands towards the band of his joggers.

“You don’t have to,” Jack mumbled against your lips, his voice hoarse.

“But I want to...it’ll just be a hand job...wanna thank you and make you feel good,” you mumble back into the kiss, your hands slipping in.

“Would you say she’s the muse for your music?” the interviewer asked.

Jack nodded, “yeah for sure,” he replied, his fingers stroking his beard. “She’s a really special person in my life and her support means the world to me and I love her to death. She’s my girl.”

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vngelgyu · 2 years

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anorgasmia

this fic contains 18+ content. minors do not read or interact.

☆ pairing - female!reader x roommate!Seonghwa

☆ warnings - eating mention(stomach growling, hwa telling the reader the eat, reader eating), dom Seonghwa but not in a sexual way really, more dominant in his daily nature/kinda stern/demanding. fingering/oral, kissing, pet names (honey, baby) friends to lovers but not really, just a love confession and cuddling.

☆ word count - 3.1k

☆ genre - smut

☆ description - reader has never had an orgasm and seonghwa offers to help.

☆ authors note - definitely not proof read and honestly kinda wack/sloppy/a mess in general. but if yall like it, i have a second part written. i wrote it last year but hesitated on posting it.

☆ tags - @yunhoflrtz

You had been attempting to flick the bean for the last hour with no avail. you also had porn playing in your earbuds. you tried fingering yourself, using toys, porn, pillows. you had tried everything and you still have yet to make yourself cum. it was honestly quite embarrassing, you could get horny but you couldnt cum. you had sex before but you faked all your orgasms. you honestly felt the pleasure but when it came to finishing, you couldnt.

sighing, you turned off the porn, pulled your panties and shorts up, and went to your bathroom, going to wash your hands that you got dirty for no apparent reason. after washing your hands, you heard your roommate in the kitchen so you went to greet him. your roommates name was Seonghwa, he was a few years older than you and you were pretty good friends. you hung out together, went places together, and honestly he was just a great person in general. you also may have had a crush on him, or at least thats what you would say if someone asked. you couldnt bring yourself to go as far as to say that you were utterly in love with the man, not because you weren't but because it was a bit embarrassing being in love with your roommate. you stood in the doorway, watching him move around the kitchen, when you suddenly wondered if Seonghwa could make you cum or not. thoughts like these were a common occurrence for you.

you were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of him calling your name. "huh?" you said while shaking your head, as if that would clear your thoughts.

"you just said something about me making you cum y/n" he said while looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

your jaw dropped upon hearing his words and you realized that you were actually speaking out loud. you immediately freaked out, saying "oh my fucking god" before running to your room and locking the door. while you were sulking in your room, Seonghwa was sitting on his bed thinking to himself. he knew you touched yourself quite often, you werent very quiet when you did it and the walls were thin. he had actually gotten off to your moans more than a few times, not that hed ever tell you that. he didnt want you to think he was a pervert but he found you really attractive actually. normally he would keep that a secret but because you were thinking about him making you cum, that had to mean that you thought he was attractive at the least. so now he just had to decide wether he was going to do something about it or not.

you were still moping in your room after a few hours but your stomach started growling, so you went to the kitchen. but to your dismay, Seonghwa was in there. again.

you were about to run back to your room when he grabbed your arm tightly, but not enough to hurt, and pulled you to sit at the dining table. "you need to eat y/n". you sighed and waited as he placed a bowl of ramen in front of you and handed you a fork.

reluctantly, you ate the noodles, while pretending that Seonghwa didnt make the best food you had ever had. it really was a plus side of living with him. "about what you said earlier.." he started and you automatically started to get up, ready to avoid that conversation at all costs. "sit down ", he said in a stern tone that made you stop in your tracks. you quickly sat down and continued to eat.

surprisingly, his demanding tone turned you on a little and you kept thinking about it while finishing your dinner. once you finished, you tried to get up again but Seonghwa shot you a look and raised an eyebrow. you sat back down, thinking to yourself that you probably should wait for him to dismiss you from the table. you werent sure where the bossiness came from but you werent mad at it. he had always been a bit stern but never like this.

once he finished eating, he got up and took your bowl from where it sat in front of you. you muttered a thank you and he responded with a hum and washed the 2 bowls before placing them in the dish rack to dry. he then walked over to you and held out his hand for you to grab. not wanting to test him, you did and he lead you to the living room and you both sat on the couch.

"now.. about what you said earlier" he stopped talking to see if you were going to try to leave again and when you didnt, he continued. "what did you mean when you said you wondered if i could make you cum. were you doubting my skills or was it something else?" he finished and waited patiently, watching you as you picked at your finger nails and looked at your lap.

"something else" you said, not wanting to elaborate but knowing that he wouldnt let you leave until you did. "i um.. " you stopped again, embarrassed. returning to his normal soft tone of voice, Seonghwa said "you can talk to me y/n, i wont judge you. im just curious because you involved me in it."

you nodded and took a deep breath before finishing what you were saying, "ive never had an orgasm before. ive had like.. sexual partners?.. but i faked it every time, i cant even get myself off. thats what i was thinking about earlier. so i wasnt doubting your skills, it was just a thought that popped into my head, im sorry if it made you uncomfortable."

he was silent for a minute and you continued to stare down at your lap until you felt his gentle hand tilt your head up to look at him. "you dont need to be embarrassed, you just need help with it, thats fine. i dont want to be creepy or anything, thats not my intention. but if you wanted me to help you, i would. i dont have to have sex with you or anything, unless you want that. but i could just touch you or eat you out if you wanted and i could try to make you orgasm."

you didnt say anything, trying to take it all in, and so he continued. "you dont have to answer now. i just wanted you to know that im not opposed to helping you. you wouldnt be bothering me. if anything, i want to help you."

you nodded and said youd think about it and give him an answer tomorrow, to which he replied, "dont rush, its okay. now, give me a hug" and there was demanding Seonghwa again, but this time there was a lighter, playful tone. you leaned over and hugged him and he wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed your cheek and then let you go. you went back to your room and fell asleep that night while thinking about Seonghwas proposition.

when you woke up and realized that had to make a decision, you freaked out a bit and opted for staying in your room for the majority of the day. your stomach was growling but you hadnt decided yet. the pros would be that you trust him more than anyone you had been with before which wasnt that many people but still, that meant something, and that he was an attractive man. the con was that you were scared that he wouldnt be able to help you. you knew that you needed to voice these pros and cons to him but you really didnt want to. you were too shy.

you were lost in your thoughts again, literally just sitting there staring, so zoned out that you didnt notice Seonghwa standing in the doorway of your room, calling your name. you looked at him and he said "come eat". you shook your head and said you werent hungry but were very quickly caught in a lie when your stomach growled loudly. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow and then entered your room, which is something he didnt usually do without permission, and grabbed your upper arm, not hard but tight enough for you understand that he wanted you to do what he told you to. Seonghwa had always been more serious when it came to you taking care of yourself but he usually didnt exude as much dominance as he had been lately. normally, he would probably just lecture you on the importance of eating, he never went as far as to "force" you to do so, but once again, you didnt mind it at all.

he sat you in the same chair as the night before and handed you a plate of pancakes. you started eating after thanking him. "y/n" he called your name but you didnt respond so he sighed and put his fork on his plate, which made enough noise for you to look at him. he looked pretty frustrated but you werent sure why.

"have you made a decision yet" he asked you and you shook your head no so he nodded and continued eating. once you finished eating, you grabbed your plate and got up, about to put it in the sink, when Seonghwa sighed again and said "y/n. sit down." and instead of listening, you said "but-" but you were cut off by seonghwa telling you to sit down again. you let out a breathy sigh and sat down, thinking about wether or not you should talk about your pros and cons. you were pulled out of your thoughts by your roommate asking "you have pros and cons? what are they?". you looked at him, dumbfounded. you couldnt believe that you thought out loud not once, but twice. at that point, you were frustrated and said "again? seriously?" and got up and stormed to your room, annoyed that you couldnt seem to keep your thoughts to yourself. you ignored Seonghwa calling your name and slammed your door, locking it behind you. you were aware that you were acting childishly but couldnt help it in this situation. you were only stuck with this decision because you couldnt seem to keep your mouth shut.

about 30 minutes later, there was a knock on your door but instead of opening it or replying, you ignored him. so he told you to open the door with a stern voice and it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. he sounded so different than usual but it was really hot at this point. not wanting to push his buttons, you opened the door to see Seonghwa standing there with a blank expression. you gulped and said "im sorry". he nodded and said "ill let it slide this time because i imagine it must be really irritating. but, i do need you to talk to me, i told you before that you can talk to me. im your friend, i have been for a long time." you turned around and walked back into your room, leaving him in the doorway and sat on the edge of your bed.

"i only have one pro and one con. the pro is that i trust you more than anyone else ive ever been with. the con is that what if you cant help me." you decided to leave out the pro about him being attractive for the sake or your own dignity, not that you had much left anyway.

Seonghwa entered your room and sat on your bed next to you. he then said "im glad you trust me, but the con isnt really a con. its just a what if. im positive that i can make you cum. have a little faith in me" he chuckled an wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side to comfort you. you let out a sigh and said "alright, id like to try it"

"first, we need to talk about limits and stuff and what youve tried so far."

you groaned and said "do we really have to talk about what ive tried?" and when he didnt say anything, you sighed again. "ive tried toys, vibrators, dildos, grinding on things like pillows, ive tried fingering myself, ive tried touching my clit and doing both at the same time. ive tried watching porn too and im honestly not a fan of it. ive never been fingered or eaten out by someone else but i had sex like twice, it was terrible both times."

Seonghwa nodded and then asked if you had limits, to which you responded with a quick no. so he asked if you wanted to do it now and you didnt respond to him so he grabbed your chin firmly and turned your face to him. "i asked you a question y/n. i need you to answer me." you quickly nodded and squeezed your thighs together. "we can do it now if you want to.." you said to him quietly.

"thats not good enough y/n. its not up to me to make that decision. so ill ask you again. do you want to do it now?"

"yes i do.." you said, looking away from him.

Seonghwa got up and closed your door and then told you to lay down, which you did. he climbed on top of you and hovered over you, his face above yours. he looked at your lips for a second. you could tell he wanted to kiss you, so you said "you can kiss me, you can do anything, i trust you completely."

Seonghwa wasted no time roughly pressing his lips against yours after hearing that. he had wanted to kiss you for so long now. you opened your mouth, letting his tongue enter and you both spent a good amount of time just kissing. finally, he pulled away and sat so he was straddling your waist but not putting any pressure on you. he slowly slid his hands up your shirt, pushing it up enough to show just your stomach. Seonghwa then spent his time showing affection to your chubby belly, making sure to kiss it and then he pushed your shirt up more, uncovering your boobs. he pulled your sports bra down so that they were out and then kissed his way up your stomach and between your boobs before placing his hands on each one and gently fondling them and pinching your nipples, which had you squirming under him. he attached his mouth to one of them while twisting the other and forced your first moan out of your mouth. he had barely started and he was already making you feel better than you ever had before.

once he was done sucking on your nipples, he got off of your lower body and pulled your shorts down your legs and then placed them next to you on the bed. he placed his hands on your thighs and was about to spread them when you clamped them shut, feeling shy all of a sudden. he looked up at you and said, "its okay baby, you dont have to be shy". you nodded, feeling a little better because of his gentle words. he spread your thighs and layed down between them, starting to press kisses on the soft skin on the inside of your thighs, going higher up until he was right at the edge of your panties. he began placing kisses on your pelvis and around your clothed core and then said "youre so wet. did i do this?" and you stuttered and said yes, you already felt so much pleasure but he had barely touched you.

finally, he pulled your panties to the side and spread your lips, blowing air on your clit. your hips bucked and you let out a whine at the feeling between your legs. Seonghwa looped his arms under each of your thighs and finally licked up your slit. "fuck.. you taste so good" he moaned out against your pussy, causing a slight vibration. he licked and sucked on your clit, while holding your hips down. you were letting out a continuous string of moans now, as he refused to remove his lips from your clit.

just when you thought it couldnt get any better, he slowly slid one of his fingers into you and began curling it inside of you. once he was satisfied with the way he was able to move his finger inside of you, he slid the 2nd one in and you moaned out at the slight stretch. you had bigger inside of you before but it had never felt this good.

he began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace while still sucking on your clit. your back was starting to arch and you had an unfamiliar feeling in your lower stomach. "S-Seonghwa-" you said, wanting to tell him about the odd feeling, but he cut you off and said "i know honey. you can feel it cant you? its okay, just let go, i promise itll feel good when you do. cum for me baby, cum around my fingers like the good girl that i know you are"

Seonghwa sped up the pace of his fingers and continued abusing your now swollen clit and you felt the knot in your stomach unravel. it felt like something washed over you and you were light headed. Seonghwa removed his mouth from you and began sucking on your thighs, leaving hickies on them, and continued slowly fingering you so you could ride out your orgasm.

once you were done, your body twitched and seonghwa chuckled while sitting up from between your legs. you seemed too tired to move so he got off the bed and looked through your drawers to find you a new pair of panties and then changed you into them, after he was done, he fixed your bra and pulled your shirt down. he was about to leave your room when you grabbed his hand and asked him to stay.

he turned the light off, not saying anything, and then got in bed next to you and covered you both with you blanket. "can you hold me Hwa?" you asked sleepily. he hummed and wrapped his arms around you. "thank you for helping me, it felt really good.. but do you think maybe you could teach me how to do it myself so that you dont have to keep helping me?"

Seonghwa, who was spooning you, said in his stern voice, "you dont need to learn how to honey. ill do it for you. i love you y/n, i have for a while, and even if you dont like me the same way, i still want to help you. i like making you happy."

you yawned and said "i love you too Hwa.. i always have." the last thing you remembered was Seonghwa holding you tighter against himself.

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title : minazuki [12: gardenias] pairing : gojo satoru x f!y/n Genre: angst, arranged-marriage au, mystery/thriller, mature, enemies-to-lovers-ish, and very slow burn (canon compliant-ish for ch-0 to the anime)

Summary: In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival.

Warnings: force-vomiting, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of suicide, self-harm, manga spoilers for ch143, alcohol notes: ah my dumb ass cant believe it. finally. anyways see yall soon idk when but maybe sunday bcos school :”)

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Chapter Summary: Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres

Funerals are often depressing.

You didn’t like attending them at all. They’re a reminder of what your end will be, of what will happen in the future when you aren’t too careful yet around this time, another feeling surfaces; you feel absolutely sick and horrified to the core.

You’ve only been to two funerals your entire life; your grandfather, who you didn’t care for and would probably just rot away down there with the worms and the roaches, and your grandmother, a person you had murdered in order to live.

You weren’t able to attend Yu Haibara’s funeral since they hadn’t allowed you, apparently it was improper because they believed you two were involved, as such, you were then ordered to not attend such things. Although you valued Yu to a high regard, you’re quite thankful to not be there at that time. You’d probably feel the same way as you did right now.

The intense feeling of self-condemnation lunges at you like a spear when you enter the funeral home. It’s one that you’re slowly getting accustomed to since you knew you’d have to bear this until your death bed.

How every time you’ll probably shut your eyes, that will be the only thing you’ll see.

Hana’s picture laid in the middle of a sea of yellow and white lilies and chrysanthemums; her face is youthful and cherubic, like the daily memory you have of the young girl who’d trail behind you and talk to you about what she had successfully made on that day. Your gaze slowly trails to the open casket where you see her ghastly pale face, her eyes shut tight permanently.

Your throat bobs up and down at that tumultuous thought. It’s enough to have you hesitate and think of turning back, maybe run outside because you were the cause of all this but your feet remain firm on the ground.

You stood alone amidst the many people in Hana’s life. Her father, her cousins ,and some friends were sitting there behind you and the nauseous feeling washes over you like a large wave ready to engulf you whole in it’s dark abyss. It’s as if the people behind you knew what you did, how their eyes seemed to train on you as if they were cognizant of who was responsible for this poor girl’s death.

The incense feels heavy on your hand as you light it up in memory of her.

You believed in no god but you deeply prayed that if there ever was a god out there, Hana would be rebirthed and be given a better life than she had now.

You turn around, decorously pacing back to your seat as you try to ignore the prying eyes that trail your lonesome figure.

A few people wanted to ask as to why would the lady of the strongest and most affluent family of Jujutsu Society be here attending a lady-in-waiting’s funeral, some had even questioned where your husband was but you remained passive and told them that you personally favored the girl.

It’s enough to silence them.

You don’t bother answering them about Satoru, though.

You hadn’t heard from your husband after that brief conversation, it’s safe to say that whatever had gone down will remain that way for good. He left for Africa while you remained in your home.

It was also at that instant you realized that you might’ve been one of the few people to hurt Gojo Satoru that way.

You were his kryptonite at that moment, a weakness, a considered vulnerability. You’d really thought there’d come a time when your husband wouldn’t hesitate to throw you to the wolves but in some unexpected manner, it turned out to be the opposite.

In more ways than one, you feel as if you’ve grown a bit too dependent on him as well. You were hoping to have your husband next to you today like he had promised but you couldn’t exactly hold it against him. The last conversation you had with the said man and he seemed more than right. Although he didn’t mince his words they held nothing but the truth behind them.

You feel your hand form a small and tight clench as they prepare to move the body of the young girl to the furnace. You watch as her friends mourn, her no good father looking away, and her close cousin shutting his eyes tight as he is given the responsibility to operate it.

The shaman would usually hold your hand when things would go too awry, saying that you needed to get rid of that habit wherein you balled your fist too tight because despite how easily you could heal it, the action in itself would still hurt you. When he sees you start doing that out of habit, he’d try to distract you. He’d play with your fingers, maybe even trace the lines there like that night where you invaded his room and sat on his bed to dry his hair. Sometimes, you’d just feel the rough expanse of his palm on top of yours, the warmth is more than enough to compensate for the painful feeling.

Your chest rises in an unsteady manner, your surroundings are muted when they burn the young girl's body. You try to remain stoic nonchalant, even. Trying to show that you were just an esteemed individual who was paying her respects to the deceased, like you weren’t too attached nor were you responsible for it but the sickening feeling makes you want to crumble the resolve you desperately try to rebuild.

“Gojo-sama?” Hana’s cousin snaps you out of your train of thoughts, he has the same set of onyx eyes that are filled with nothing but innocence yet he has a certain flare to them, probably because he worked under the elders, “...There's a funeral feast right after this, Hana’s father would like you to attend if you’re available?” he questioned.

You couldn’t stay any longer.

You feel too nauseous, it was too bothersome to the point where you could feel like you’re about to pass out.

“I apologize,” you bow down out of respect, shoulders squared right after, maintaining a kind but distant disposition, “I have some errands to run, please send my well wishes to her father and my condolences once again.” you couldn’t stay here any longer.

Her cousin seems to have gotten cold feet when you let go of your words. Hana had always described you as a tender-hearted individual, a person who she looked up to because you were filled with poise and grace yet when he looks at you now, something seemed amiss.

Your gaunt features and empty smile seemed as if you were a tired and debilitated patient on their deathbed.

He wonders if it was your marriage or because of his cousin’s death. He had heard that Hana felt like a child when she was with you, always seeming to be so nurturing and pushing her to be better.

“Gojo-sama, would you mind if you’d hold on for a moment?” he utters, tilting his head to the side in wonder if you’d spare him any more of your time.

You hesitantly nod and quickly, the young man leaves you standing there on your own and comes back with something red. A talisman that seemed to be handmade, her cousin falters for a moment at the absurd gift but you feel the bile on your throat lurch as if you’re about to throw up anytime, your body swelters up, and your vision is starting to cloud as if you’re coming down with a hazy fever.

“She had this shiawase blessed at a temple last time before she died when she was on her day off…” he opens his palm, “...She only wished for your happiness, Gojo-Sama.”

You feel your knees turn weak as you're faced with the dilemmas and choices you had suddenly taken on, how this poor and well-intentioned girl did not deserve her grisly end. She must be wondering in the after life just how thick-skinned you were to show your face at her funeral and accept this gift.

“Thank you.” it comes out more as a choked out cough as you receive the handmade gift with both of your hands. After politely saying your goodbyes to the young man, the driver takes you back home and you’re only greeted by it’s stiff silence and bleak environment. You hurriedly take your shoes off, tossing them to the side without so much care, and place your hand on top of your mouth, cupping it, as you run to your bathroom. The cold floor is much felt as you start pattering with your bare feet.

You lift the toilet seat up, kneeling down on your knees, and roughly reach for your uvula, trying to get rid of that rancor taste that’s been bothering you since you stepped foot in the funeral home. It’s the acidic feeling that’s been growing in your stomach and been prodding you once you see Hana’s eyes shut tight in the casket, one that makes you want to force the bile out as much as possible

You feel the disgusting liquid pour out of your mouth as you forcefully regurgitate it all out of your system, trying to get rid of that repugnant feeling but it only makes you feel worse repulsed, even.

You feel soiled and tarnished, how no matter how much you wash your skin and even force it out your system, that feeling won’t probably ever get away. How these thoughts would probably drain you to the point where if you were to ever even blink, the first thing you’ll probably see is them.

There’s only mournful and oppressive silence in the room as you sit down on the tiled floor and lean against the bathtub, looking heavenward at the bright lights of the bathroom. Your mouth parted as you tried to catch your breath.

This had been the first time and it probably won’t ever be the last when you’ll have unbearable moments like this.

Your hair is in a complete disarray and your black silk kimono rumpled and turning ill-fitting.

You feel your vision turn blurry, your eyes welling up as if your emotions were filled to the brim like a full glass of water overflowing. An ugly and choked-up sob escapes your lips and it’s the only thing that echoes in there like a cruel siren’s song. Gone was the perfect mirage that you had desperately built, you were now reduced to a heaping pile of mess.

Everything was falling apart.

Your eyes shut tight.

Yu Haibara.

Hana.

It’s the way their names had come off your head, how their faces had been etched there, how you betrayed each of them, continued to selfishly use them, and in the end led them to the demise that they didn’t deserve.

Then, Gojo Satoru.

You’re starting to feel sick again and you throw yourself back to the basin, roughly running your hands through your hair, pulling it back, as you try to push everything out until you can’t even feel your stomach anymore.

The tears don’t stop streaming as you start bawling loudly in the solitude of your bathroom with no one to hold or to say a word to. There's only guilt that’s continuing to eat you up and the feeling of that unfamiliar fiery emotion that you have for your husband that makes you bilious.

You slowly slump back and lean against the cool surface once again, a thin sheen of sweat covering you as the mascara smears your cheeks, “Fuck.” an uncharacteristic curse leaves your lips as you start panting heavily.

You only wanted to live.

Why did it have to be so hefty?

What exactly have you done wrong for you to deserve this?

Questions after questions start to pile up in your head, all you wanted to do was to make everything stop. Maybe your grandmother is right, after all.

How you were never cut out for this lifestyle.

How you were only simply just a pest towards people's existence.

You take in one heavy breath then another, sniffling as you try to wipe the tears and runny mascara away. It was in that moment that you wanted him to come home, you wanted him next to you right now, you wanted him to hold you, and tell him everything.

You knew you could trust him.

“Ah…” you shakily pour each emotion out of you when you take one hefty breath after another.

Yet just as that feeling takes you, you take it all back.

No, Gojo Satoru didn’t need to know what you did, what you are, and what you’ll be. Whatever will happen, the secret of your family will remain a secret. He did not need to be tainted by the bloodshed, he did not deserve nor need to carry the burden and guilt with you.

No matter what you’ll protect him from the truth.

It’s only darkness that follows when you clamp your eyes shut once again, not even caring for your appearance since you knew no one would come home and be there for you.

Chefchaouen, unlike Japan, seemed hotter.

It’s luscious green since Yuta had lived in a city mixed with what seemed to be a countryside as well, with endless abundance of picturesque fields with zebras on it and a bustling city just nearby it.

Satoru is walking down the cobbled path, hands stuffed in his pockets as he ignores the passing glances of people. It technically is odd to walk around with a blindfold yet he’s used to them. Yuta Okkotsu, on the other hand, thinks otherwise. He has to awkwardly throw a smile or two when a passer-by stares a bit too long then glance back towards his teacher. He's quite worked up when he tries to piece together why his teacher is in front of him.

He hasn’t seen Gojo Satoru in months, after the young boy’s charges against jujutsu society were sort-of cleared, he had shipped him off to the far-off lands of Chefchaouen with Miguel an odd choice, considering his allegiances back then but he’s more or less still a pretty great teacher since Yuta had massive improvement.

“Um,” Yuta finally clears his throat, catching his teacher’s attention. Technically, it’s not everyday that he sees him on this side of the world, “...What are you doing here, sensei?” he finally inquired, tilting his head to the right in wonder.

“Checking up on you,” his teacher’s tone remains casual and nonchalant, maybe even more joking. Strike one, “and because I needed to tell you this in person...”

Yuta cocks a brow at his teacher’s words as he trails next to him, onyx eyes that don’t seem to waver at the older man.

Yes, Satoru is going to check up on Yuta and inform him about certain predicaments but he also wanted to take you here and show you the place. The sweet sun and beautiful city is more than enough to have you fall in love with it if you got down the airplane, he could only imagine it. After all, he recalled you saying that you’ve always wanted to go somewhere far and sunny. Anywhere in South Africa would be a good place to settle in after everything is over and when he completes his job.

Yet he wouldn’t say that now, would he?

Instead, he gets down to business.

He had other problems to tackle and entrust to the boy.

“I just have a bad feeling.” he finally answered the question that the young boy had in his head as he looked straight ahead, “That’s why I’m here… If anything happens to me, you'll take care of the first and second years…” he paused for a brief second, turning to the young boy so he’d be able to take note of the seriousness of the situation, “...and Y/N.”

Hakari will most likely be fine but his main importance is you and the kids, if the higher-ups would catch wind and you aren’t able to kill him before them, he’ll need to resort to this.

“If anything happens to you?” Yuta fidgets for a bit, tapping his finger on top of the expanse of his pants. What is going to happen? Why did he need to take care of his distant relative’s wife? He’s unsure of what to say next so he tries to joke about the situation instead, after all, what could ever happen to his teacher? He’s the strongest man on this earth, “...Do you have trouble with Y/N-san? Other women, perhaps?” he inquired, trying to keep the air light because the topic seemed to make the air around the both of them heavy.

Satoru narrows his eyes behind the blindfold, did he really look that unfaithful to many? Although the dynamic may have shifted between you two, he wouldn’t let himself off easily like that. It wasn’t a good excuse to go around and frolic with other women. He also doubted that anyone could compare to you, you’re probably the only person who’d ever make him feel this way.

“...Yuta, you’ve learned to tell jokes.” he dryly retorts, unamusement littered in his tone.

“Ah, sorry Gojo-sensei…” He raises both arms, signaling that it was just a bad joke and he was taking everything back. So it was an issue with his marriage then. It’s a curious thought. Although his classmates had often asked the older man about dates and lovers, his teacher would just wave them off and say that everyone loves him and no one would be able to say otherwise yet judging by the jest earlier, the white-haired shaman had a different perspective regarding those things now, strike two, “I just can’t imagine ‘what’ could happen to Gojo-sensei, that’s all.”

‘A lot.’ Satoru thought, ‘especially to her.’

The conversation you had that night when he confessed his fears of losing you because you were involved with him had made him feel god awful all of a sudden, along with the flawed deal because if he did die, what then would happen to you?

It felt like he had you at gunpoint at the end of a glacier and pushed you headfirst in it’s crevices, alone with no one and nothing to catch you.

This was going to be his safety net.

“Take special care of Itadori Yuuji.” he counts off, “And Y/N…. Like you, Yuuji has a special execution order from the higher-ups. It will be helpful if you can watch over him...Y/N, on the other hand…”

Okkotsu Yuta notices the vague distress on his tone as if worst case scenarios had flashed before the older shaman’s head, his disgruntled features is more than enough to make the young boy feel queasy as well.

He has heard of the bridal market in the world of jujutsu sorcery, recently. Miguel had told him about it and how you were involved in it when the young shaman had casually mentioned you in passing. Apparently even one of their tribal chieftain was interested in a bid but after finding out how young you were and how you were simply just the same age as one of his daughters, he withdrew it. The African had even said that Geto Suguru was interested in the capabilities you had regarding childbirth and was planning to entice you with an offer if you and Gojo Satoru ever had children.

It made him sick to the stomach when he imagined the twisted horrors that would happen to you if something were to happen to his teacher and you were left vulnerable.

Of course, Gojo Satoru himself is a man made of steel. Nothing would get through him and his thick layers but seeing his teacher’s crumpled expression was more than enough to know that he’d need to take precautions and listen well.

“Me and Y/N have a deal if something happens…” Satoru finally uttered, as if he was letting him in on a little secret, “...Although she has a choice. It’s best if you never, ever let her get back in the market.”

The older shaman knows you’d want to stay out of fear. You even denied Yu Haibara out of all people for sanctuary because you trembled before the system but he knows Yuta will be able to push this plan forward and get you both out of there alive.

The boy is technically aiming for his spot as the strongest.

If there's anyone he could trust with your life, it would be this boy.

“But...the higher-ups…” Yuta would think of the flaws and holes in Gojo Satoru’s plan. After all, it could happen at random and maybe Okkotsu Yuta won’t be there immediately to whisk you away.

“I’ve taken precautions and paid Meimei before I left for Chefchaouen.” The white-haired shaman knew it was going to be quite the gamble but he was willing to risk it. He had this plan already set in stone right after he had seen you cry in his arms that night in front of your new home. The tall blue-haired had associates on stand-by, ready to help her in case anything happens to him then she’ll hand you to Okkotsu Yuta and finally the boy will take you.

Heartbroken or not, he will take you away no matter what.

Gojo Satoru is not so much of a dishonorable man to take back what he said. He may feel like shit now regarding the recent events between you two but he couldn’t even conceptualize the idea of leaving you defenseless under the sycophants in his clan or the elders for that matter. Who knows who they’ll hand you over to? What they’ll do to you? Force upon you?

“You take her from Meimei, she’ll take Y/N to Malaysia.” he summarized as if it was an executable 1-2-3 step plan. Mind you, Yuta had a sense of foreboding regarding it. He knew it wouldn’t be as easy as the older man said, “Then that’s where you come in.”

“Then what?”

“There's money stowed away under Y/N’s name, the first thing you do is take her as far away as possible from japan…” he needed to talk to Miguel about that. The tribe, unlike the elders back in Japan, had more respect for the women. He could hide you here for the time being, no one would dare look under the chieftain for he was a feared and esteemed individual in the continent, “No matter what she says, even if you have to drag her out of there… do it…”

Yuta Okkotsu hasn’t ever seen Gojo Satoru worried nor has he ever heard him talk about someone in that way. strike three.

Gojo Satoru is in love.

Yuta eyes his distant relative like a hawk, trying to assess the situation and the heavy task he had given him. He’s also trying to process the newfound and uncharacteristic emotion from him, after all, when they had that passing topic on love after Rika’s little fiasco a year ago, it seemed as if Satoru hadn’t had any positive outlook regarding it and he was already married to you then because he had caught him whipping out a wedding ring when a woman tried to approach him.

“Gojo-Sensei…” Yuta finally breaks the silence, “I’ll be sure to protect her but this is sudden and…”

The boy is anxious.

If they caught wind of such things going down, it’ll result in a harsh punishment on your side. They'll sell you off and have you consummate the marriage with someone from the Zen’in’s or the older man in the Kamo Clan immediately to secure your spot.

He doesn’t think he has the stomach for that.

“It’s too much, right?” Satoru laughs, realizing the burden he has put on the child’s shoulders just now but knowing the prowess and how much he has improved from the scared boy he had met last year, he knows he can do it, “But you’re stronger and Y/N trusts the power you have. She trusts each and everyone of my students. If there's anyone who can successfully pull it off though, it’s you…” he pondered out loud, recalling how he had trained the new generation to the fullest and gave them the necessities needed to survive. They knew how to mobilize it and it’s more than enough to know

Yuta Okkotsu shakes his head, the likelihood of this happening is low but he’ll be ready. He’ll train harder with this in mind, “She’ll be safe with me.”

“Good,” Satoru feels like he can rest easy now that his safety net has agreed to his plan, he stares down at his phone and checks the calendar, there's a little mark with the words D-Day. He raises a brow at the reminder when he scrolls down to see nothing listed below it. The shaman feels as if he’s forgetting something important today but then again, maybe it was prior arrangements with some elders he flipped off so it probably wasn’t as significant. He shuts his phone and shoves it back in his pocket, “Where’s Miguel, by the way?” he finally asked.

“Ah,” the serious air between the pair breaks off, Yuta smiles and scratches his head awkwardly when he realizes that the African local wasn’t anywhere to be seen around them, “It seems as if he doesn’t want to meet you…” he remarked.

Well, it figures that he wouldn’t want to see Satoru. Not only had he beaten the man, he literally burned all the black rope that he could find right after the fight they had. Call him psycho but he didn’t want to risk a Toji Zen’in 2.0 happening to him anytime soon.

“You look like shit.”

Nanami doesn’t hold back a lot with his words, you’ve gathered and accepted that when you had started to hang out with him alongside Yu Haibara and you hold no offense from that. It’s clear that he was simply just looking out for you as a friend.

Whenever he’d say those words to you back when you were teenagers, Yu would usually call him out for it, saying that he was too impolite but behind those soft tawny eyes, there would be, what seemed to be like a hidden message behind them as if he was saying, ‘Get some rest and close your eyes or I swear to god.’

Technically, you haven't had so much sleep these days. There's constant shifts of migraines from the lack of slumber, the dreams that are often too haunting to even try to dissect already, and the constant push and pull feeling towards your husband.

There are some days that you have kept the phone next to you, hoping that he’d call or maybe even send a text but after what seemed to be like another week you have nothing.

So you would call Kento instead to check up on Satoru for you, it’s probably because you were worried internally. You're starting to get anxious, gnawing your cuticles because what if he starts looking at someone else?

Of course, it seems rather unfair on his part. You had told him that he could freely pursue another woman since it was normal and you had seen how typical it was with your own two eyes growing up but the ache of someone else taking what he had given you, looking at you with those compassionate eyes, and holding them with the same fervor as he did made you internally sick.

You want him back, you want to be selfish, you want to ignore your past, pretend that everything is alright so you could build a normal home with him.

There's also that dispiriting side that wants to keep going through this pace because it’s what he deserved. It’s a small fire but it’s enough to light up a torch and keep you up these past few nights.

“Good evening, Kento.” you turn to Yuuji, he seems rather troubled, “Hi Yuuji, are you alright?”

The pink-haired boy looks up, his big eyes and angelic features are contorted to a rather downhearted look as if he was trying to keep himself together at this point, “I’m good, Y/N-san.” he easily lies, mouth turning upwards as he fakes a smile to prove it, “And your new home looks amazing, as well! I can smell the food you cooked all the way from here!”

You warily eye Kento for a bit then face the young boy, “Go on ahead, I think I have some fried gyoza on the table you can start on.” you ushered him inside, the boy nods, making sure to take off his shoes and carefully walking towards the kitchen.

Meanwhile, you continue to stand by the doorway with your friend, “What happened to him?”

“He made a friend…” Kento presses his lips together, “But he died.”

Trust Kento to deliver the news in a straight-forward approach, “But that’s not the matter now, why do you look like shit?” He repeats like a prodding mother disappointed in her child, “I thought I told you that Gojo-san is there with Yuta Okkotsu only and not…” he paused, shutting up for a moment and placing his fingers on his nose bridge, “Y/N, you should just go and talk to him when he gets back. You’re throwing your health away at the expense of this silly argument.”

You knew that the blonde was only trying to help you but he didn’t need to know the constant back and forth argument you had constructed in your mind nor the fact that you had been suffering from sleeping problems because you’re sure that he’ll start dragging you around and asking for second references from other doctors.

“It’s nothing,” you casually wave it off, raising your hand, “This will pass and Satoru-” you paused, repeating the words of reassurance that Kento had said to you moments ago in your head, “Satoru can do whatever he wants...That’s always been our agreement since we started this arranged marriage, anyways.”

“Y/N.” he explicitly remarked, narrowing his eyes, reminding you of your conversation last time, “I’ve never seen you this devastated over a person that’s still alive. I don’t want you regretting things…” he paused, lifting his finger and softly pointing to your head, “Sometimes, it’s all just in here, Y/N. What’s the worst thing that Gojo Satoru could do when that idiot of a man doesn’t seem to stop and look back because he’s too caught up with you?” he specified.

You part your lips to a small sigh, the reminder of his feelings setting off two alarms in your head.

“Let’s not talk about it anymore, Kento.” you finally cut the conversation short. You wanted a distraction, not more reminders nor wise sayings from your good friend that would lead you to another set of existential crisis to think about when you lay on your bed alone tonight, “Let’s just go have a good dinner, shall we? I’m sure Yuuji is waiting for us.”

You turn to the side, leaving Kento with a crumpled expression.

It seemed like you were starting to slowly let go too, albeit he could still hear the discouragement littered there in your tone.

The dinner proceeds without a hitch. You try to cheer up Yuuji and shift the topic elsewhere, recommending some things that he should probably try since you know how much of a foodie he is. You did all this while ignoring Kento’s heated gaze from across the table, “Itadori-kun.” the blonde pries the boy away from your conversation, slicing his meat up in a violent manner, “Have you ever had a girlfriend before?”

Oh boy, you know where this is going.

“Um uh…” Yuuji awkwardly stares down at his meat, turning bright red due to embarrassment at the sudden question, “I...well, I haven’t had one?” he hesitantly answers, lost as to why his mentor had suddenly asked that.

“Hypothetically speaking,” Nanami clears his throat, stabbing the meat hard, “If you ever had a lover who you love too much and seemed to be too shy or better yet, quite insecure...I mean this by no offense…” his pointed gaze returns to you as if he was telling you to listen up to him, “What would you do?”

Yuuji turns to you as if he was asking for help because he’s still diffident by his mentor’s way of poking around his love life like this in front of you out of all people!

He doesn’t want to be judged by a sophisticated woman like you, he’d probably die in embarrassment and never show himself here again if he said the wrong answer or better yet, if he said anything too cheesy or cringey!

You give the boy a tight-lipped smile, gesturing that it was fine and you couldn’t help him with the mare’s nest that Kento seemed to have created for the young boy just to prove his point. The man could be prideful when he wanted it to be. You recalled trying to best each other once in geography to impress Yu. It was a tie in the end, though.

“Well,” Yuuji scratches the back of his head, “Honestly, Nanamin, I’d still love them. I mean, I kind of asked them out and made romantic gestures, why would I take it all back if they were just a little shy with expressing herself?” he stalled,

Nanami nods in approval at the boy's words then turns to you once again, “That’s right. That’s a good answer, Itadori-kun. Your grandfather must’ve taught you well.”

“Why...Why are you asking that?” the boy inquired, eyes darting nervously between you two. His cheeks flushed like the color of his hair. If it weren’t for the situation and your friend’s pride to demonstrate a point, your funny bone would have been tickled because this is a feared individual as of the moment. Seeing him as a self-conscious and awkward teenager is clearly a different story altogether.

Kento continues to slice his meat roughly into small pieces as if he was pouring out his frustrations there, “Just to remind myself that there are some good people around me.” He stabs the steak with a fork and places it on his mouth, eyeing you still, “I’m sure if you, a fifteen year old, can fill in that sense. An adult man can actually do the same as well.” he coolly remarks.

“I’m sure Yuuji knows this and is willing to take those risks,” you turn to the boy, “But mind you, the so-called fear and insecurity just doesn’t simply shoo away. You may love her but at the end of the day if she doesn’t deem herself fit for you, she will walk away.”

Yuuji looks quite appalled by the scene unfolding in front of him, it was as if he had got himself unknowingly entangled in a fight between two individuals who wouldn’t back down. This was very different from when you and his teacher were fighting; Satoru would usually leave you to cool off. Meanwhile, Nanami looked like he wouldn’t hesitate to poke a sleeping bear if he had to prove a case to you.

“Wow,” a new voice erupts, “I come home to find you arguing on the dinner table?”

You feel your blood freeze up at the familiar voice that joins in on the conversation; Gojo Satoru stands there with his night bag in tow. His expression is collected as always as he drops the bag to the floor and takes a seat next to you. Usually, he’d greet you with a small squeeze on the hand but he doesn’t bother to glance your way this time which makes you immediately glance back at your food.

“What were you people arguing about?” he pokes his nose in, “Y/N looked pumped up and we rarely argue these days.”

There’s a small hint of sarcasm underneath his tone but you choose to ignore it.

“We were talking about the theoretical idea if Itadori-kun had a lover who's a bit too shy at expressing their thoughts.” Nanami doesn’t bother dropping the subject, he’s willing to drag both of you to hell if he has to because he wants to get a good night’s rest tonight.

“Ah,” Satoru nods, understanding the situation as he takes a sip of his water, “Well, Yuuji, from one mans mouth to another and take it from a married man,” you notice how he doesn’t seem happy when he says those words unlike before, which makes you ball your fist tightly, “Just know when to pack your bags and leave. It’s not only going to hurt you...probably going to hurt the other person as well if you keep sticking around.”

Yuuji presses his lips together as he eyes his teacher then you then Nanami. The boy had unknowingly stepped on a landmine tonight and the appearance of his teacher seemed to worsen the tension in the room, “Let’s go Itadori-kun.” The blonde’s brown eyes narrowed between the both of you, imperceptible disappointment laced on his tone like he couldn’t believe you two were actual adults, “I’m sure Y/N and Gojo-san have a lot to talk about.”

“But-” You try to say.

Your friend stands up before you could let another word pass your lips. He takes a hold of Yuuji who silently yelps as he’s being dragged out of your home like a little boy, “We’ll show ourselves out. Have a good night.” Nanami exclaims, not even bothering to say anything more.

You both are left there alone and for what seemed like a long minute, you break the silence, “There's a spare room right across mine. I’ve prepared it for you in case you came home.” it’s soft and nimble, you seemed rather doubtful as well when you say that.

There’s another round of silence and it’s one that seems too heavy to bear because you’re unsure of how he’ll respond.

“Thanks.” was all he said, standing up and not even bothering to finish the meal with you. You’re left alone there in the solitude of the dinner table, heart still beating erratically from that small interaction.

After you had done the dishes and cleaned yourself up for the night, Satoru seemed to have remained in his room the whole time.

You went back down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before bed. As you open one of the cabinets, something else catches your eyes.

A bottle of aged-old sake. You hear that they’re light and relatively easy to down. The servants had probably forgotten that Satoru wasn’t fond of alcohol nor were you so much of a drinker yourself. Maybe you could try a sip, apparently it’s a good sleep-inducer if you take the right amount.

You pour yourself a glass, taking one shot in. The tangy taste burned your throat slightly but otherwise, it tasted delicious. You’ve never drank alcohol before, not only was it not ‘lady-like’ but there’s that small fear of drinking too much and being taken advantage of right after. As you continue to down the whole glass until you’re half-way through the bottle, you have come to your senses that the drink didn’t work on you.

It’s probably because of your technique seemingly doing the job for you that prevents such things so it ends up being useless and turning into just a juice drink, “Well, that didn’t work.” you mumbled, staring at the label, specifically at the words ‘additional alcohol content’. It’s another night of trying to find ways to get you to sleep better but ending up as a failure.

“Y/N?”

You almost drop the glass on your hand when you turn to find your husband standing there under the dim light. His hair is still damp from the shower and he had a towel hanging around his neck. His hypnotic gaze is enough to make you gulp down nervously the last bit of sake in your mouth. You're tempted to ask if he needs any help getting his hair dry but you stop yourself from doing so at the moment.

“Satoru.” you maintained, “Sorry, I know you don’t like the smell-”

“I’m fine.” he expressed, shaking this feeling off, “Just try not to drink everything all at once.” he paused, pupils suddenly dilated as he realized the words that he had just said, “Sorry, force of habit…”

Your grip on the glass tightens as you pour in another glass for yourself, “I can’t get drunk.”

“Oh.”

Satoru watches the way your throat bobs up and down when you down your drink to the way that your dress hikes up a bit with slightest shift of movements, it’s enough to make him look away, “I’ll leave you on your own-”

“Satoru.” you state his name, your tone isn’t coated with saccharin anymore as if you were about to say something momentous at that moment. It’s one that makes the shaman stop in his footsteps and carefully bore his gaze back to you. You had the very same steady gaze from before, the one filled with unfathomable confidence, “Have you ever wondered why we both got married?”

Your husband’s face contorts to a massively perplexed expression, the topic seemingly out of place in that moment, “What?” wanting you to repeat those words, thinking he had heard you wrong.

You carefully approach him, the only thing separating you is the kitchen counter top. Your expression remains passive and quite striking, just like those old times, “I said,” you uttered, enunciating your words carefully again, “Have you ever wondered why you’re in this mess?”

He looks at your eyes briefly, they’re the same hard to read ones as if you’re trying to gouge something out of him like a test subject, “Because the elders-”

“It’s because of me.” you blink, not even faltering with your confession, trying to seem strong, “You’re in this mess because I used you and your hesitancy to capture Suguru Geto on that day…” you don’t even pause to catch your breath, instead you continue on, “I used your ‘kindness’ towards an old friend to save myself.”

Gojo Satoru blinks, his azure blue eyes trying to scan your features for a moment, thinking that you were just pulling off a bad joke but it wasn’t there. Nothing was, it seemed as if you devoid yourself of emotion at that moment, “Are you mad?” you continue, tilting your head, trying to provoke him, “That I’m just like the rest of them?”

He parts his lips for a moment, unsure of what to say as he tries to hold the unfamiliar swirls of emotions at bay.

“I don’t know.” he honestly replies.

“You should be.” you blink, “It’s why I told you that you and I are not and won’t be compatible.”

The tall man continues to watch you carefully, watching the way that you had habitually clenched your fist to the way you try to maintain the strong front. It’s quite funny and right in some way that you and Satoru could never lie to each other, “Alright,” he mumbles, playing into your game, “What does that have to do with the feelings I have for you now?”

“I could be using you until now.” You probed, walking closer to him as if you were trying to taunt him, “Your feelings.” Those words come out sourly, rather disenchanted by his responses.

“That’s not what I’m seeing now.” he mused. You looked tired, gaunt, and rather hollow as if you had been constantly shifting around these days and couldn’t seem to sit still as if you were continuously drowning in your thoughts, just like him.

“Really? Just a few days ago, you were so keen on pointing out that you didn’t wanted to be used as some cheap second-hand replacement for Yu-”

“Just now,” he cuts you short, slowly starting to piece out everything together. He walks around the counter, towards you, “You just gave me a reason. You’re scared I might react negatively because of that.” his heart starts doing those weird somersaults again, as he slowly raises his hand to take your clenched fist, gently prying them open to rest his palm against yours. So he wasn’t imagining things after all, maybe he did have every right to feel confident around you.

Just how easy it is to build up that front, all sense is lost when you don’t get the reaction that you wanted. Theirs a sense of fear and what seems to be relief when you catch on that he wasn’t the least bit irate at all.

“I-Satoru, what are you doing?” you feel your head turning dizzy and your knees turning weak at the scent of his aftershave and the heat radiating from his body. The distance between you two closing in gradually as you lean against the counter top, encaged on his arms. The man right in front of you clearly knew what he was doing and how to get ahold of you yet you remained there, all the air sucked out of you.

“You really are fond of lying to me, aren’t you?” it doesn’t come off as an angry hiss like last time, “If I hypothetically told you that I didn’t care about what you did because I’m still falling for you, what would you say?” his sharp nose bumping yours at his ministrations. He could faintly smell the alcohol mixed with the lavender scent from your skin but he doesn’t care. He continues doing these dangerous actions since he’s very aware of what you’re thinking now.

You bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes only looking at his sapphire ones as if your surroundings are muted, “Then you’re an idiot.” you muttered, trying to compose your heart.

“Really?” he chuckles, the small reverbs of that beautiful sound is more than enough to fuel your erratic heartbeat. You’re sure that he could hear it now since it was too loud, “Nothing else?” his thumb starts tracing small circles on your wrists. There's mild teasing there already, “I take back on the words selfish and manipulative, it seemed like my wife shows utter care for me, after all.” he continued.

“I literally just told you…” you sighed, shutting your eyes tight in complete frustration. Trying to cherry-pick your words, stammering a reply, “Satoru, this doesn’t feel right…” you finally confessed.

“That?”

“That you aren’t angry.”

“I’m literally just asking,” Gojo Satoru wants to hear it from you especially, a little confirmation that he wasn’t actually just imagining things. Words that’ll make him close in this distance between you two finally and end those little charades you both like to put up and dance around with.

Mind you, it was at that moment that he actually realized what internal delight felt like for the first time in what seemed to be forever. You, on the other hand, are still nervous but you don’t want to pry away from him, instead, something else comes out of your mouth.

“You know I have trouble saying it but I’m sure you understand how I feel.” your eyes slowly blink open, staring into his, finally admitting it. There's only another round of heavy silence again as Satoru seeps in your golden and compelling features underneath the dim-lighted kitchen. He raises his hand, not even breaking eye contact at all when he starts tucking the strand at the back of your ear, “Satoru.” you mumbled, your feet turned cold because you knew where this was going.

Yet for the shaman, he feels as if he’s in the middle of summer. His body burning hot at the interaction but he loves it and he wouldn’t hesitate to bask on it fully for it’s a giddy and addicting feeling that he probably wouldn’t ever want to let go of and trade for anything else.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, there's a tinge of red dusted on his cheeks when those words escape his lips, “Please?” he adds softly.

He didn’t need to ask because you’d still respond positively if he didn’t but something about the way he had said it with such innocence made you inwardly happy, you pressed your lips together and hesitantly nodded as you felt him cup your cheeks.

The moment is unlike any other you’ve experienced for the only thing running around your head was him like he had engulfed you wholly in his presence. You’re quite ready for it but you notice how Satoru doesn’t sweep in immediately despite getting your permission, instead, he simply takes his time as if he was capturing this moment in his memory and he smiles lightly, “What are you waiting for?” you’re unsure, wide-eyed still.

“You look very beautiful,” he compliments, eyeing you, “I just wanted to look at you more.”

He leans in closer, lips hovering on top of yours before pressing it softly there. Your heavy eyelids flutter shut, hands slowly sneaking in to hold his warm face. It’s languorous and unlike the first time you kissed him in front of the altar; it’s warm, slow, and sweet. How he holds you with much fervor and smoothly rubs the soft expanse of your cheek.

Gojo Satoru hates alcohol but if he gets to taste it from you, he wouldn’t mind getting drunk on it.

You slowly pull away from him first, breathing turning heavy as you rest your forehead on his. His eyes are still shut as he lets out a raspy chuckle, “That’s probably the only time I’ll get close to alcohol.” he admits out loud, opening his eyes to give another kiss on your nose, “Could we erase the wedding kiss? I like the one earlier.” he pulls you into a hug, burying himself on your shoulder, taking in the moment and making sure to imprint it on his memory.

“I...I like that one better too…”

You could feel him drawing comforting circles on your waist. The shaman realizes that he still hasn’t apologized for another thing, “And Y/N…” he paused, “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come home for Hana’s funeral. I know how much you needed company that time.”

He had only comprehended the situation when he had caught a glimpse of your features a while ago at the dinner table. He might need to find a way to make up for it because you didn’t look very well, maybe a little trip again after he gets Yuuji settled in?

Yet you don’t mind.

You place your hand on top of his head, smoothly carding your fingers on his hair, “You’re home now.” you whispered, “That’s all that matters.” you shut your eyes tight, a small tear escaping your eye.

You could be a little selfish and relish this moment, right? One more little lie to be able to protect him from who you are.

When Satoru wakes up the next morning, he finds you laying on top of his chest, burying your head on his neck. Your lips are parted slightly and eyes shut tight as you hold onto him tightly like a little koala bear.

A smile is on his lips yet again as the feeling dances on his chest like an ember that continues to burn never-endingly, “Satoru.” you mumbled, “You have work in a while.” you reminded him, slowly moving away from his side but he takes ahold of your hands and returns it back to where it once was.

“They can wait, I miss waking up and seeing this.” he whispers in your hair.

When Satoru used to think of love, affinity, and marriage as a child, the first thing he’d do then was crinkle his nose in disgust and then with pride, he’d puff out his chest, saying things like, “I don’t need a woman in my life. I’m happy being alone.” or something along the lines of that but if you’d ask him the same question now; the first thing that’ll probably pop in his head is the image of you, right here, in this moment with your bed hair and puffy face, sleeping blissfully in his arms.

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