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ohpedromypedro · 4 years

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To The Future

A/N: This is my first Dave York fic, so I hope you all enjoy it! It does switch between present and past tenses at parts. Mainly I write in present tense, but some of the fic is needed to be in past. Thoughts are in bold italics.

word count: 7.3k+ (oops?)

characters/pairing: Dave York x f!Reader, small appearance by Resnik, minor oc characters created for this fic.

warnings: angst, stalking, hiring/plotting for a murder, the actual murder, swearing, mentions of jealousy, adultery, mentions of failed marriage, mentions of divorce, possessive!Dave, rough smut, blow job (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Daddy kink, etc.

Hiring a mercenary to get rid of someone for good was never something you thought you’d put at the top of your to do list, but with the man who’s been stalking you for several months now only getting worse, you decide enough is enough.

At first it started off with random bouquets of flowers showing up on your desk at work, noted that it was from a secret admirer. You were flattered at first, thinking it was harmless, but then things started to show up outside your apartment door, and immediately you knew something wasn’t right. Your building was a secure building and somehow this person was getting inside just to leave you gifts which you just threw in the trash anyway. No one except for your family knows where you live, so you knew someone had to be following you. And how right you were.

Occasionally you’ll go on evening jogs to sweat out the day’s stress, take a few laps around the block where your apartment is located before heading back home to shower and wash it all away. This particular night you decided to take a jog, you weren’t alone. You decided this time to take a jog through the park, switch your routine up a bit, but what you didn’t know was that your stalker was in that very park and when he spotted you, he started to follow you. Closely.

You were unaware at first, completely oblivious to the fact that someone was following behind you. It really didn’t help that you were wearing headphones with music almost at high volume either, so it was partly your fault for not being on high alert, especially knowing you had someone stalking you. After a few minutes of jogging through the park you really started to feel the unease creeping up on you, the hairs at the back of your neck starting to raise. That’s when you stopped and quickly spun around, your eyes searching the area but seeing nobody. You sighed and gave your head a small shake, silently scolding yourself for getting so easily worked up. You decided to turn your music off and just jog in silence for the rest of the way.

When you reached one of the exits of the park, you smiled when you saw an older woman with a doggy stroller standing there idly. She had a look on her face you couldn’t quite read, but when she spoke to you, you realized why she had that exact look on her face.

“I’m...sorry to bother you, but I’ve been walking along the outer edges of the park for a while and...there’s been a man following you pretty much since you started your jog.”

Your face fell and once again you found yourself turning around and looking, your heart rapidly beating in your chest while your eyes scanned the area. You still didn’t see anyone, but you trusted wholeheartedly that this woman was telling you the truth.

“Thank you. I...I had suspicions that I might have a stalker. Guess I was right.” You sighed and shook your head, looking at her with hopeful eyes. “Could… Could you maybe walk me home? It’s just around the corner, but--”

“I would be glad to.” She nodded and motioned for you to the lead the way, which you did. “You should call the authorities once you get home. I’ll be happy to stay and tell them what I saw since I am witness to the young man who was following you.”

“Yeah? That would be very kind of you. Perhaps it’ll be good to report it so it’s on record in case anything else happens.”

The woman nodded and smiled, walking along the semi quiet sidewalk while you led the way toward your apartment. You exchanged names during your walk home and even shared a little bit about yourselves. Turns out Marjorie, the kind woman escorting you home, was widowed and retired from the air force. When you finally reached your apartment, you helped her to carry the dog stroller up the small steps to the front entrance of the building. When you got inside and to your apartment door, you opened it and walked inside, stepping aside to allow her entrance into your cozy abode.

“Make yourself at home. Would you like some tea or coffee?” You smiled, closing the door and locking it before walking into the small kitchen.

“Some chamomile tea would be lovely, darling. Thank you.” She took her small dog out of its stroller and moved to sit down on the love seat in the living room.

“Chamomile tea it is,” you hummed, grabbing a cup and saucer and the box of teabags from the cabinet before setting them on the counter while you got your Keurig machine turned on.

Once the Keurig was ready to brew a nice cup of hot water for the tea, you put the tea bag in the cup and placed it on the small stand, pressing the smallest button and letting the machine brew. While you let the water fill the cup, you decided to use that time to dial the police station on your cell, moving to secretly peek through your kitchen curtains while it rang.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The calm voice of a woman answered.

“Uh hi, I’m just calling to report a stalking,” you chewed your lip, moving away from the window and leaning against the counter.

“You’re the one being stalked?” She asked calmly, already pulling a report up on her computer screen to type out everything you say.

“Yes ma’am. At first it was just little things. Bouquet of flowers being delivered to my office at work almost every day, but then whoever it is started leaving things outside my apartment door and only my family knows which exact apartment I live in, so I’m a little worried.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “And just a few minutes ago while I was out on my nightly jog, I was told by a nice older woman just outside the park that she saw someone following behind me while I took my jog through. She ended up walking me home because I was nervous to walk alone and she offered to wait inside with me while I called you.”

“Okay sweetheart and would you like an officer or two sent out to get some more info regarding the man stalking you?”

“Yes please. I think she did get a good look at him, at least enough to give some sort of description.”

“Okay. I’ll have a car dispatched to your location soon.

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“So what exactly can you tell me about the man you saw, ma’am?” The officer that showed up just a few minutes after you hung up with the operator asked Marjorie who was sitting on your couch sipping her tea.

“Well, he had to be at least mid 30’s, looked like he could be one of those boys who still live in their mother’s basement. Tall, Caucasian, shoulder length blond hair, large square glasses, dressed in a long black trench coat.” She speculated, nodding as she tried to remember every detail of the man that she could. “He definitely looked like your typical creep. Skinny little thing.”

The officer only nodded, scribbling in his notepad as she listed off the details. He finally looked toward you after finishing jotting things down and shoving his notepad in his pocket.

“And for you, Miss Y/N, what would you like if we do find this stalker of yours?”

“I want a restraining order against the creep, that’s what. As a female living all by herself with no one or nothing to protect her, a restraining order is at least the better first option.”

“You got it. I’m gonna send my fellow officer waiting outside to search the premises as well as the park for the described person of interest. In the meantime, I’ll be outside searching the database for men with that description.”

“Thank you, officer.” You smiled, watching as he nodded his head and gave a small tip of his hat before leaving your apartment.

You sat down on the couch with a sigh, smile tugging at your lips when Marjorie’s dog came padding over to you with a wag of her tail, looking up at you with a smile of her own. You brought your hand down to give her a few pats and scratches behind the ear.

“Daisy likes you,” Marjorie smiled, setting her empty cup and saucer down on the coffee table. “Have you considered getting a dog of your own? Perhaps a nice Pitbull or bulldog.”

“Actually,” you laughed softly at that, giving your head a nod. “That’s not a bad idea after all. I’ll have to consider it.”

“You’ll thank me later,” she winked, moving to stand up from the love seat and grabbing the cup and saucer from the table. “I won’t impose for much longer, sweetheart. I think you deserve some rest after all this.”

“Thank you,” you gave her an appreciative smile, standing and following her into the kitchen. “I’m glad you made this process a lot easier for me. I would have had no idea where to even begin with a description of my stalker.” You shook your head and smiled at Marjorie when she walked back over to you after setting the cup and saucer in the sink.

“Of course. Anything to get another creep off the streets.” She mused as she scooped Daisy up from the floor and set her back in her stroller.

“Well, I’m grateful. You live close by?”

“About a five minute walk, sweetheart. I’ll be just fine, if you’re worried.”

“A little bit. I guess my nerves are just a little heightened.” You shrugged, smiling when she put a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“We’ll be just fine.”

You could only nod, quickly saying your goodbyes to Marjorie and Daisy before letting them out of your apartment. You closed the door once they were down the hall and immediately locked it, leaning against it with an exasperated sigh. You hoped the police could find your stalker and arrest him for being a creep and that a restraining order could be put in place to keep him as far from you as possible. You didn’t think you could put up with this any longer.

Days went by and you still heard nothing, absolutely nothing from the police department regarding your stalker. Not a single follow up call, visit or any info at all for that matter about whether they found out who the guy was. Of course now the situation was only getting worse. There were nights where you swore you could hear someone trying to pick the lock to your apartment door, but since you’re smart, you locked the doorknob, deadbolt, and chain lock. And fortunately for you, it prevented whoever it was from getting in. You weren't entirely safe, though. Not only did this man know where you worked and lived, but he was somehow getting into a secure building. There wasn't a place you could go to hide yourself from him. If anything he’d just find you wherever you went and that’s what scared you most. You didn’t know what this man’s intentions were, for all you knew, they were far from harmless. No stalkers intentions are harmless in the end.

That’s what brings you to your current situation, calling your cousin Resnik who you know is a mercenary now since he was let go from his previous job with the DIA. He told you to call him for emergencies only and you figure having a stalker trying to break into your apartment multiple nights in a row is good enough a reason to call him.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Your cousin’s voice is monotonous on the other end of the line and you sigh.

“I need a favor.”

“A mercenary one?” He asks.

“Yes.”

“I’m booked.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Res?” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You told me to call you for emergencies and this is one.”

“Again, I have tons of jobs booked.”

“I’m family.”

“I’m aware of that,” he states. “But I really can’t. Not right now, at least.”

“Resnik, I have a fucking creep stalking me. He’s only been getting worse and I don’t know how much longer until he successfully breaks into my damn apartment.” You’re spitting your words at this point, anger boiling over the fact that your own cousin is blowing you off.

“How long has this been going on? The stalking”

“Months.”

“Has the guy actually made contact with you?”

“Clearly he’s trying to since he’s been trying to break into my apartment.”

“Do you feel safe at all?”

“No!” You snap.

“Calm down,” he grumbles. “I’ll send my buddy Dave to deal with this guy for you, okay? Just explain to him everything that’s happened and he’ll figure something out for you.”

“Alright,” you sigh, slumping onto your couch. “I trust whoever you send me.”

“Good. I’ll have him be there within the next day or so, can you handle that?”

“Yeah, yeah. I can handle another day of this fuckwad. Thanks Res.”

You hang up before he even gets the chance to respond, tossing your cell phone onto the coffee table in front of you. You rub your hands down your face and groan to yourself, hoping this Dave guy can actually rid this stalker of yours. For good.

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You’re in the kitchen making yourself a rum and Coke when the buzzer to your apartment goes off. Biting your lip, you shuffle over to the intercom on the wall and press the talk button.

“Yes?”

“Y/N? My name’s Dave York. Resnik sent me.”

“Thank God.” You groan, pushing the button to buzz him into the building and anxiously waiting for him to get to your apartment door.

When the knock finally sounds on the door, you bite your lip and undo the locks, hesitantly pulling it open. Your eyes are met with a middle aged man, probably early to mid forties if you had to guess, and he’s for sure a sight for sore eyes. Dark hair that you wish you could just run your fingers through, deep brown eyes to match which you know he’s been through and seen some shit in his days. When his gaze finally lands on you when your door opens, he straightens his shoulders, taking in every inch of your form as he stands just outside the threshold of your door. He thought his wife was beautiful, but you? You are absolutely stunning and just standing here in front of you is stirring up some adulterous thoughts in his mind.

“Didn’t realize anyone related to Resnik could be so breathtaking.” Dave chuckles softly, smirking at the way your cheeks go red. “You sure you’re related to him?”

“Unfortunately,” you bite your lip and sigh dramatically, stepping aside and motioning for him to come inside. “Please, come in. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

“Quite right,” he smiles, his eyes doing one more sweep over you before he steps inside.

You’re flushed by the time you close the door and relock all the locks, giving your lip a hard bite from the way his eyes raked over you just moments prior before internally shaking your head and turning around to face him.

“Would you like something to drink, Dave? I was just making myself something when you arrived.” You muse, making your way into the kitchen where you finish pouring your drink.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” he hums, letting his eyes linger on you longer than he would anyone else he talks to.

“Bacardi and Coke it is then,” you smile, grabbing another glass and making a drink for Dave.

“A Bacardi girl, huh? At least you’ve got taste.”

“I suppose so,” you smirk, walking over to where he’s standing and handing him the glass. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you,” he winks, taking a quick sip of his drink and letting out a satisfied hum. “Mmmm delicious. Now,” he says softly, placing his free hand at the small of your neck. “Let’s sit so you can tell me all about this stalker of yours, yeah?”

“Of course,” you smile, grabbing your rum and Coke before leading him to the living room to sit on the long couch.

When you sit, Dave sits right beside you, setting his drink on the table just as you do before facing you and giving you his full attention.

“Does your stalker have a name?” He asks, watching while you shake your head.

“Nameless and only kind of faceless?” You question, more to yourself than anything. “The older woman who saw him following me around the park during my jog a couple of nights ago said he’s a tall white male with shoulder length blond hair. He was wearing a black trench coat at the time, but who knows if he wears the thing all the time.”

“And does the description sound familiar to anyone you might know?”

“No,” you sigh. “I barely know anyone around here. I only just moved in a year ago and I’m not exactly the social type when it comes to associating with neighbors. I’m here to live, not make friends.”

“Understandable,” he chuckles, picking up his drink again. That’s when you finally spot the wedding ring on his left hand. What a shame. He takes a sip before setting the glass back down. “So tell me more. How did this whole thing start?”

“Well, at first it was just flowers showing up on my desk at work with a simple note, nothing too extreme, but then whoever the fuck this is started leaving things outside my apartment door. How he’s getting into a secure building in which you need a key or a buzz to get in, I have no idea. But I’m scared, Dave. The past few nights I could hear someone trying to pick the lock on my door to get in. I don’t know what this man’s intentions are, but clearly they aren’t good ones. Maybe in his mind they are, but not mine.”

“Do you think it could be someone living in the building? Perhaps a creepy neighbor trying too hard to get in bed with you?” You laugh at that.

“Honestly I may have considered it, but I’ve seen many of the people who live here, none of them fit the description of my little stalker friend here.” You roll your eyes, picking up your drink and taking a nice long chug. Dave watches with semi raised brows and a smirk.

“So I’m assuming you want the guy gone for good.” He states, watching you closely.

“Please,” you plead as you set your glass back down, your eyes practically begging for it when you look back over at him. Dave smiles at the sweet sound of your begging voice, slowly raising his hand to rest against your cheek while his now intent gaze is set on your pleading one.

“I will gladly rid the planet of this guy for you, Y/N. We’ll just need to figure out how to track him down or lure him out, for that matter.” His thumb grazes your cheek and you can feel your face burning up again, giving your bottom lip a small bite.

Dave notices that and it only spurs him on even more, his eyes tracing over each inch of your beautiful face before finally landing on your lips and lingering there, his thumb brushing along your bottom one. All those adulterous thoughts come swarming through his head once again and though he knows it’s wrong to be wondering what it would look and feel like to have those pretty plump lips of yours wrapped around his cock, with the fact that his wife never goes down on him, he doesn’t really care. He’s only with her still because of his daughters, things haven’t been going quite well for him and Carol for a while. Maybe you’re the change he needs, the thing that will help him out of the marriage he feels so trapped in.

“Dave?” You whisper breathlessly, not even realizing that the both of you have inched even closer to each other, too lost in the burn of his touch and the way his eyes hungrily take you in.

“Y/N...” He murmurs right back, giving his own lips a lick before bringing his eyes back up to meet your gaze.

“I-- You’re-- Fuck it,” you sigh, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him hard, allowing him to pull you onto his lap as he kisses you with as much fervor in return.

His hands rest on your ass so he can pull your hips flush against his own, eliciting a surprised gasp from you when you feel something hard pressing against your clothed core. I really make him that hard? As if he read your mind, he groans.

“Feel how hard you’ve made me? Just thinking about how good those lips would look and feel wrapped around my cock…”

“Dave,” you gasp again, instinctively rocking yourself against his rock hard cock. The action makes him growl and immediately his fingers are digging into your firm ass cheeks.

“Tell me you want this.” He states, his tone stern and bathed in seriousness.

“I want this. I want… I’ll do anything you want me to.”

His whole demeanor changes at that very statement, his hand coming down on your ass for a hard slap before he flips the two of you so that you’re now sitting on the couch in front of him and he’s standing between your legs. A quiet yelp left you at his sudden slap to your ass and when you’re finally staring up at him once he’s settled between your thighs, you give your bottom lip a bite.

“Look at you…so willing to let a struggling married man do whatever he wants to you.” He smirks, brushing his fingers through your hair before wrapping it around his fist and giving your head a tug backward. “Open your mouth.” You do as he says, letting your tongue hang out in the process. “Good girl.” He smirks, dropping his free hand to start undoing his belt.

Your walls clench around nothing at his praising words, eyes trained on the way his hand quickly gets his belt undone along with the zipper of his slacks. You bring your hand up to stop him from going any further, giving your eyelashes a few bats.

“Let me…” You murmur, moving his hand away before bringing yours back up to yank down his pants, freeing his fully erect cock. Your head spins at the sheer size of him. “Oh…” You bite your lip. Hard.

“Mouth,” he gains the attention of your gaze again, fingers tightening in your hair. “Open.”

You do as he tells you, reopening your mouth and letting your tongue hang out once more. He rubs the swollen head of his cock along your tongue and lets out a low, pleased groan at the warm feeling, his lips parting while he slowly pushes his hips forward until his cockhead just barely brushes the back of your throat. Your cheeks are hollowed out around him now, your hands giving his thighs a small squeeze as you swallow around the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his lust blown gaze staring down at your mouth wrapped around his length. “Haven’t felt a mouth this good since before I married my wife.” You hum around him, wondering how in the world his wife doesn’t suck this big delicious cock? “And I was right too…those lips of yours look and feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.”

“Mmmm…” You moan around him, pulling back as you give a hard suck before taking him right back down your throat, purposely gagging around him.

“Goddamn,” he groans, bringing his other hand down to hold your head in place while he starts rocking his cock in and out of your mouth, keeping aim for the back of your throat since clearly you enjoy the thrill of choking and gagging around him. “You like this, don’t you? The feeling of my cock in and down your throat.”

“Mmhmmm…” You moan, your eyes still set on his dark gaze as he fucks your mouth and throat, your hand moving to rub at your clothed cunt for some sort of relief. You can feel how wet you are just from having him in your mouth.

“What’s that sweetheart? Does that poor little cunt need relief? Is having my cock down your throat turning you on?” He growls, basking in the glory of the sight before him, his cock twitching at the feeling of your whimpery moan vibrating through his length.

“Mmm…” You nod your head as best that you can with his cock buried down your throat, your eyes starting to roll toward the back of your head.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck and fill that needy little cunt with my cock?” He smirks, yanking you off his length before pulling you up from the couch by his grip on your hair. When you only answer him with a nod of your head after he pulls you off his cock, he grabs your chin with a growl. “Use your words.”

You open your mouth to speak until you hear the sound of your doorknob being turned and fiddled with, looking toward the door with wide eyes. You look back up at Dave after a moment and he’s only smirking wider, moving his hand from your chin and down between your thighs to palm at your drenched, clothed cunt.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, your stalker will hear how good I make you feel.” He rasps so low it makes your heart jump in your chest and your cunt clench once more. He feels the way your cunt moves beneath his hand and it only proves to him that you really really want this. “Yeah, he’s going to regret ever stalking you.”

Dave immediately rips your shorts right off of you, the quick sudden action making your eyes go wide. The strength. His hand moves to slap right against your drenched cunt, which makes you moan out and silently thank the gods for deciding to wear a g-string today.

“Fuck, you are a sexy little thing, aren’t you? So wet and ready for me.”

“Daddy, please.” The words slip from your lips before you can correct yourself, immediately flushing when realization dawns on you. The pleased look in Dave’s eyes, though, proves that perhaps maybe your mistake isn’t a mistake at all.

“Tell Daddy what you want, baby.” He hums as he gives your folds a few rubs, earning himself a few small whimpers.

“I want you to...to claim my little cunt so my stalker can hear and know he’ll never have me the way you do…” You whisper for only him to hear, your gaze set on his own.

Dave only groans, pushing you back onto the couch and moving you into a lying position, quickly yanking your g-string off and shoving them into the pocket of his button up shirt. You bite your lip at that, watching as he climbs above you with his knees resting on each side of your hips, his cockhead pressing right at your entrance. You quickly wrap your legs around him, lips parting with a long moan as he slowly pushes forward and lets your walls swallow each thick inch of his length.

“That’s it, baby…moan for Daddy... What a tight little cunt you have, fuck.” He groans, stilling once he’s buried to the hilt inside of you and allowing your tight walls to adjust to him stretching you.

“You’re--” You moan, squeezing around him like a vice. “So fucking big, Daddy.”

“Fuck, no cunt has ever squeezed me this good before.” He drops his head to bury his face against the crook of your neck, slowly pulling his hips backward before pushing right back in hard, earning himself a nice loud moan from you. “You take my cock so well, beautiful girl.”

“Oh Daddy, yes! Fuck me j-just like that.” You moan, rocking yourself against him. Dave growls and immediately sets a quick hard pace, eliciting several elongated moans from you.

“Only Daddy can fuck you this good, huh babygirl? No one could ever fill you the way I do.” He purposely speaks in a tone of voice loud enough for your little secret visitor outside the door to hear. If only you could see the rage and jealousy that takes over in your stalker’s eyes, the way his fists clench at his sides.

“O-Only you, Daddy! Only you!” You cry out the deeper he sends his cock inside of your warm cavity, your legs wrapping tighter around him.

“That’s right. Only,” hard thrust against your cervix. “I,” another hard thrust. “can,” harder thrust with loud cries of pleasure from you. “fuck,” more hard thrusts. “you.” deeper harder thrusts.

“Yes yes yes!” You practically sob out your words, your orgasm quickly building inside of you from how damn good Dave is fucking you. This was definitely not how you expected hiring a mercenary to take out your stalker to turn out, but are you complaining? Hell fucking no. “D-Don’t stop! Oh please don’t stop!”

“Who said I was going to stop?” He smirks, nipping and sucking at the pulse point of your throat while keeping the same pace and force of thrusts. “Are you going to cum, baby?”

“Mmmm yeah!” You cry out, your arms wrapping tight around his middle while your nails claw at his back through his shirt, your head tilting sideways to grant him better access to your sensitive throat. “‘m s-so close.”

“Yeah? Gonna drench every inch of Daddy’s cock?” He rubs circles as fast and hard on your clit as his thrusts into your throbbing cunt, your head flying back with a loud cry of his name at the new feeling.

“Oh yes!” You moan, giving your walls another clench around his cock as your hips now rock against his own to match his pace.

“Fuck, squeeze me just like that baby.” He groans, going right back to nipping and sucking at your throat while continuing to coax you toward your release.

“Please,” you gasp, closing your eyes tight as you try to focus all your attention and energy on his thrusts and rubs to your swollen nub. “Please fill my tight, warm little cunt with your cum.”

“Yeah?” He growls, snapping his hips with even more force now, the two of you moaning loud in unison. “Want me to really claim this cunt?”

“Yes! It’s--” your moans deepen the harder his cock hits at your cervix, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “--yours!”

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing you by the throat with the hand not rubbing your clit and moving to kiss you hard, swallowing your cries and moans of pleasure the more relentless his thrusts become. “Cum for me. Now.” He orders and right on cue, you cum hard, your orgasm crashing right into you and making you writhe and tremble beneath him. Your eyes are truly rolled back now from the tightness of his hold on your throat and you’re absolutely loving it. “Fuck me, you are the most beautiful little thing when you come undone for me. Where the fuck were you before I met my wife?” He groans, kissing you hard once more.

His words make your heart leap in your chest again, wondering if he truly means them or if he’s just saying them to help get the both of you off. What’ll happen between the two of you once your stalker is ridden from your life? Will it be as if this night never happened? Will Dave look at you as nothing more than just a one time fuck and that girl he saved from a stalker?

“Y/N,” he groans deeply, snapping you from your thoughts and bringing you back to reality, pleased groan leaving your throat when you realize he’s filling you with his cum.

“Dave,” you gasp against his mouth, clenching harder and harder around him to milk his balls for all the cum in the world, your arms and legs wrapped tighter around him. “Oh yes.”

“That’s it, baby… Take all that cum. Fuck you are such a damn good girl.” He growls, continuing to fuck the both of you through your highs and his cum even deeper inside of you, going right back to kissing and nipping along your throat.

The two of you are panting by the time he finally pulls out of you, your limbs loosening from around him and falling limp to the couch you lay out on. He chuckles at how fucked out you look, but if he’s to look in a mirror at any moment, he’ll see that he himself is just as fucked out looking as you are. Your eyes are closed as the after effects of your orgasm finally pass, only opening them to look up at him when he gives your throat a firm squeeze. You moan at the feeling which only makes him smile.

“Y/N…” He murmurs quietly, moving his hand from around your throat to brush a few stray strands of hair from your face.

“Dave?” You whisper, giving your bottom lip a soft bite.

“After I rid you of your little pest,” he mumbles, obviously referring to your stalker in case he’s still out there listening. He’s not. “If I divorce my wife--”

“Yes.” You cut him off, already knowing what he’s going to ask.

“Really?” He grins, brushing the backs of his fingers against your cheekbone. “You sure you can handle this life?”

“What? Spending it with a mercenary?” You murmur, smiling up at him as he nods. “Would I have had my cousin send you if I couldn’t handle it?”

“True,” he chuckles, kissing you once more. “You truly are what I need to get out of my marriage once and for all. Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughters, but I don’t love Carol. Not anymore, at least. Not for a long time.”

“I’m sorry.” You frown. He only shakes his head, giving you a genuine smile.

“Don’t be. You’re not the reason my marriage is fucked and fallen apart. Her and I are. We just...don’t work out anymore. We’ve built up our issues with each other over the years.”

“Issues that can be fixed through divorce?” You smile.

“Precisely. We’re just...not cut out to be a couple any longer,” he sighs, kissing you once more before carefully climbing off of you and admiring the view of your mixed releases dripping from your fucked hole. “Such a beautiful sight… One I don’t get to see often.”

“Glad I can change that for you, Mister York.”

He smirks at the name, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the side of your knee.

“Now, let’s get cleaned up and get a plan set in stone to off your stalker.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dave asks with a concerned look in his eyes and you give him a reassuring nod.

“I’ll be fine…” You whisper, reaching up to brush your thumb against his cheek. “It’s best to use me as bait, seeing as I’m the target. We’ve got this…”

“Okay,” he nods, pulling you in for a deep kiss before slowly pulling back and pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ll be down the alleyway we discussed hiding out and waiting. You remember which one, yes?”

“Yes,” you smile, nodding your head with reassurance. “Got the whole plan right up here.” You give your head a few light taps with your pointer finger.

“Good. I’ll see you in roughly ten minutes.” He smiles. “Please, be careful and on high alert.”

“I will,” you murmur, pressing a quick, soft peck to his lips. “See you in ten.”

He nods and you let him out of your apartment, waiting at least two minutes before leaving yourself and locking up behind you. Dave figured having you go on your usual jogging route would be the best plan, since there are several dark alleyways along the way that’ll be easy to lure your stalker down. If the guy is so intent on having you, why not follow you down a dark empty alley. If only he knew the outcome.

You start your jog down your street with a quiet hum, only one of your earbuds in while you listen to music so you can keep somewhat of an ear out for anyone around you. It’s only after five minutes that you start to hear and feel someone close behind you. Swallowing your fear, you continue your walk toward your destination and when you finally reach the alleyway where Dave is hiding and waiting for your arrival, you turn down it with a soft sigh of relief, making your way down the dark, damp corridor.

You pass where Dave is hiding and when he sees someone in a long black trench coat following right behind you, his fingers tighten around the handle of his knife, ready to make his move if the guy tries anything on you. He wants to wait at least a minute to see what his intentions are, see if he’s sick enough to lay a finger on you.

You feel a hand grab you by the shoulder and immediately pin you to the stone wall of the building beside you, looking up at the dark eyes of your stalker for the first time. You swallow hard, fighting back the urge to scream since you know Dave is right there waiting for the right moment to attack. The man is definitely exactly how Marjorie described, right on the nose, really.

“Can I help you?” You finally gain the courage to ask, a bit of disgust in your tone as you look up at him. He’s too close in your personal bubble for your liking and you swear you can smell the garlic and Camel cigarettes on his breath. “Do you always push random women against walls in dark alleys?”

“I’ve been waiting for this day for so long…” He breathes, kind of a wheezy breath, clearly ignoring your question. His hand moves to gently touch your cheek and immediately you turn your face away from him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You don’t need to deny me, Y/N...not anymore.” His other and slides along your inner thigh and you quickly slap at his hand.

“Don’t touch me.” You growl, looking back up at him with a death glare. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not your property.”

“Yes you are,” he smiles a creepy smile at you, his hand going right to grabbing your clothed core a little too roughly.

“Hey! I said don’t--”

Your words are cut off as Dave comes and yanks the guy away from you, one of his hands holding a rag and moving it to cover the guy’s mouth to muffle any screams he may make while his other hand repeatedly jabs his knife into the guy’s side and chest. You watch as his eyes widen with every stab of the knife into his torso, part of you enjoying the sight of his pain and the muffled sound of his screams. Is this too much? Killing a man for being a creep? Perhaps not too much because you already know that if you don’t kill him, there’s a possibility he’ll go and find someone else to stalk and potentially harm after Dave takes you away from this entire situation. You’re looking forward to it, really, being free from this city and it’s creeps and you’re happy to be ridding it of one.

“Sorry to say, bud, but you made the wrong life choices.” Dave growls in your stalker’s ear, giving one more hard stab into the guy’s stomach before slicing sideways to gut him, letting his body fall to the ground with a hard thud. “No one touches my girl like that.”

“Oh, Dave…” You whisper, looking from the lifeless body of your once was stalker to your new lover’s slowly diminishing murderous gaze, giving him a smile and earning yourself one right back. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, beautiful girl.”

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“Good afternoon, miss Y/N,” the soft, sad tone of your now previous landlord’s voice meets your ears as you exit the apartment building, giving her a small frown.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Patterson. Is everything okay?” You ask her, adjusting the last box of your things from your apartment beneath your arm.

“Oh no, honey, unfortunately I can’t say it is.” She sighs, shaking her head with a lost gaze. “I lost someone close to me a few weeks ago…it still aches my heart just thinking about it. My poor nephew was mugged and left for dead in an alley a few blocks from here. I told that boy not to go messing around with the people around here since he was wired a little differently and could easily trigger the wrong group of people… I suppose I was right.”

Your blood runs cold at her words, everything now all making sense in your head about how this guy was getting into your building. Instead of saying anything at all relating to her nephew’s death you only shake your head and frown, giving her your condolences either way.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Mrs. Patterson. I guess some people around here just can’t handle a little difference.”

“Unfortunately so,” she nods, looking up at you with a sad smile. “You take care though, okay sweetheart? And good luck on that new job opportunity you got. If you ever need anything once you get moved into your new place, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Patterson. You take care yourself.” you smile, giving her a small hug before walking over to where Dave is parked with his trunk open and giving Mrs. Patterson a small wave goodbye, placing the box in the back of his SUV and closing the back door. You quickly climb into the passenger seat and close the door behind you, turning to look at Dave with a tight, nervous smile. “Get us the fuck out of here and I’ll explain everything on the way.”

“Okay?” He chuckles, putting the vehicle in gear before pulling away from the sidewalk and starting your several hour drive far away from here. Once you’re far from your previous apartment building you breathe out a relieved sigh, turning and looking at Dave with wide eyes.

“That woman, my previous landlord...is the aunt of my now dead stalker.”

“Get out. For real?” He asks, glancing over at you with raised brows.

“Yeah. She told me how her nephew was found mugged and murdered in an alley a few blocks away…”

“That explains how he was getting into the building and even found you to start stalking you.”

“It all makes sense now, yeah.” You sigh, reaching over to rest your hand on top of his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you again for everything. I truly don’t know where I’d be without your and your help…”

“How many times do I gotta tell you, baby, you don’t need to thank me anymore,” he chuckles, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Now that my divorce is final, I’m excited to start a new life with you...a safer and more happy life.”

“Me too, Dave. Me too,” you whisper, leaning over to press a quick, firm kiss to his cheek. “To the future.”

“To the future,” he grins.

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flyingupward · 3 years

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critical role - vox machina chapter 7 - daring deeds, deals, and destinies with vox machina

all sentences taken from episodes 85-99 of the first campaign of critical role. feel free to change pronouns, phrasing etc. to fit your needs!

“I was encouraged until it got creepy with the talking.”

“You’ve taught me so much about the brightness of the world.”

“You’re a shitty person, we know! That’s not the fucking point!”

“It’s great being part of a team, but you’ve got to know who you are first.”

“We’re worse than friends, we’re family. And family leaves.”

“I was about to say you sounded very wise. Don’t fuck it up.”

“It’s so touching and ridiculous at the same time.”

“You seem like a person and that’s great.”

“We are a bunch of fucking assholes and this is all you’re going to get with us.”

“I step away for five seconds and everybody’s at war!”

“There’s no crying in the Nine Hells.”

“Honestly, if you would have led with Daddy issues, we probably would have trusted you.”

“We’re all fuck ups. We like people who show their vulnerability.”

“Nobody likes a dick or a douchenozzle.”

“Your sad, cowering honesty has won us over.”

“Something about your eyes makes me feel ashamed.”

“I don’t know why I am suddenly taking a shine to you when I felt like I hated you a couple hours ago.”

“I hear everything you’re saying and I love you and you’re an asshole.”

“We’re like a bad speed dating session.”

“That seems oddly competitive at this moment where we’re saving a man’s life, but all right.”

“We don’t mind if you’re disreputable. We just would like to know if you’re our kind of disreputable.”

“You seem untrustworthy and broken therefore we like you.”

“Where do the people I kill go?”

“Eat your heart out, Darwin.”

"I can tell by the bone structure and the contempt."

“Everybody needs a hobby. Macrame might be mine.”

“Does he have an aversion to wearing pants?”

“Everyone else believes in you. Why shouldn’t you?”

“This is the best thing we’ve ever wasted time on.”

“You put a magical item on a robot?”

“Of all the fucking Pig Latin… ”

“Right. You can do that. Because your father forced you to do things.”

“You buy the potions, we pay for the shitty hotel rooms.”

“I don’t know if I’m the leader that you deserve or a good leader, but I’m willing to dedicate the rest of my life to doing whatever I can for all of us.”

“We are so close to being able to semi-retire and just take it easy. Let’s not cock this up.”

“I’m sure there’s lots of robots in hell.”

“I speak disco but not infernal.”

“I think we’ll be okay. It’s just hell.”

“Has anyone stopped to wonder why we’re all still alive?”

“I will shave both of your heads. Stop.”

“You ate a soul?!”

“It won’t be easy. Let’s be honest, it’s going to suck.”

“I feel like we’re walking into idioms at this point.”

“Did you have to make a point in the room we’re sleeping in?”

“If we have some time, I could summon my father’s army of lawyers.”

“Where in this is it fair for me to suffer for your stupidity?”

“What’s a devil to a man who fears no god?”

“Well that’s my kind of ridiculous.”

“Wait, do we know people other than ourselves?”

“I’m sorry for my friends and for me.”

“I’m gonna die, how about you?”

“You know what? Just bury me again.”

“You are a Swiss Army knife of fixing all our problems and trolling.”

“This is making me miss hell.”

“I am the leader of my tribe and I am doing janitorial duties!”

“I’ve never seen those dogs here before! Like the breed, they don’t exist!”

“You’re like the coolest person I know and you’re a tree.”

“I’m so excited for the calamity that is about to be brought down upon my house.”

“I’d rather be careful and wrong than careless and right.”

“That’s just the way family is. Those closest to you are usually the most odd.”

“I’ve never used it so it should probably work great.”

“I mean, you are dressed like a faberge egg most of the time.”

“What is it with people and our fucking silverware?!”

“There actually is a curse on our family. It’s called diabetes.”

“That’s what alcohol is for! Don’t jump off cliffs anymore, please!”

“It’s like fucking Bed, Bath, and Beyond in this bitch.”

“I’m not going to ask you all to risk your lives for my shitty family.”

“There’s no more discussion until there’s food and caffeine! This is madness!”

“This is the craziest 48 hours, I swear to all the gods.”

“You don’t leave your shit behind and keep going. You take it with you and the ones you surround yourself with better get used to the smell.”

“All right, I’m going to go sleep in the corner.”

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karasuno-academia · 3 years

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The Broken Wall

warnings: implied / refferenced child abuse, angst/ with a happy ending, bruises and blood mention (no detail) semi is a bit of an asshole

relationships: ushiten

word count: 3457

summary:

All his life, Ushijima was conditioned to believe that expressing his emotions was a sign of inferiority and weakness. He was made to believe he was a burden and a disappointment because he was left-handed.But with the help of his boyfriend and teammates (Semi included), the broken wall that made up Ushijima Wakatoshi . . .. . . Could finally be rebuilt.

Everybody was surprised that the unstoppable Shiratorizawa could be stopped by anybody in the prefecture.

What was even more surprising was that they were thrown off the pedestal by none other than Karasuno.

Nobody had thought the wingless crows could be a threat in years, not since the old coach Ukai had retired. Going into the game, the Shiratorizawa volleyball team had not been worried about losing at all. In fact, they had full confidence that they could win in straight sets, but they were gravely mistaken because Karasuno had won the finals 3-2.

This was the third year’s last chance to go to the nationals and they blew it with their arrogance. By thinking they could beat anyone.

The bus back to Shiratorizawa was eerily silent and Ushijima did not like it a single bit. He was used to Tendou rambling to him about the newest manga he was reading or the new chocolate he had tried, but the outgoing redhead stared out the bus window, not speaking or even blinking. Even the first and second years were silent, disturbing Ushijima greatly. The younger years usually played games together on the bus ride home and yelled when they lost. Instead of the bus being filled with laughter and yelling, it was full of white noise that tightened around each of their throats. Especially Ushijima, who felt the weight of the loss against Karasuno the most.

Ushijima glanced around the bus, taking everybody in. The first and second years sat on opposite sides of the coach, not even daring to look at each other. If they looked at each other they’d break. Ushijima knew how that felt, but never let it show. The third years sat at the back: Tendou beside Ushijima, glaring daggers out of the window and Reon in front of Tendou. Ushijima was surprised to see Reon sitting alone. Normally, Semi sat beside him to start multiple conversations with Tendou. Ushijima rarely joined in. He much ‘preferred’ to sit and listen. Although Ushijima would never admit it out loud, he wished he could engage more in conversations, but his mother taught him that if he were silent and obedient he would be wanted and loved, so he only spoke when he was spoken to. The only person he would start a conversation with was Tendou, because, for some reason, Tendou had managed to break most of his figurative walls down.

Upon further inspection, Ushijima found Semi but he was not prepared for Semi staring at him with a malicious twinkle in his eyes that said he had done something to upset the former setter.

Ushijima looked away from Semi to look out the window. Semis’s piercing eyes reminded him too much of his mother’s and it shook him to his very core.

After a long and suffocating bus ride, they had finally made it back to the school. They were greeted by multiple students who praised them for how hard they tried. Ushijima knew he had failed his team and that he was not a good enough ace so he did not understand why everybody was praising him for his effort.

Everybody but Semi it seemed.

Semi was still glaring daggers into him and it was starting to send him on edge. All he could think about was his mother punishing him by tying his left hand to his back and forcing him to do tasks with just his right hand whenever he used his left hand in front of her. To her, Wakatoshi was a disappointment to the Ushijima family name but Ushijima already knew that he was a disappointment to his team, his family, and himself. He knew this, so why did it bother him so much that Semi was giving him ‘the look’?

Eventually, Ushijima had enough of the glares, they made him feel like he was drowning so he spoke up.

“Eita, I can’t help but notice that you have been staring at me the entire way back to the academy. Do you need to talk? Are you okay?” Ushijima spoke as softly as he could to the setter. He may not have good social skills but he knew that Semi would get even more upset with him if he spoke normally.

“You know exactly why, Mr. Stoic, do not play stupid with me,” Semi sneered.

Upon hearing the harshness of Semis' tone, the whole team turned their attention to Ushijima, who was standing with a guarded expression, and Semi who had his hands balled into a fist.

“I’m sorry, but I do not understand what you mean. I do not know why you are upset with me, that is why I asked.” Ushijima bluntly stated to the setter, who growled in return. He left him feeling even more confused. Had the captain missed something? If so, why was nobody telling him?

“Well, since you want to play stupid I will spell it out to you! If Oikawa was the setter of Shiratorizawa, then maybe you would have played your best today and maybe we would have won!”

“Woah calm down Semi, it’s not entirely Ushiwaka's fault we lost, the other team was just better today, that’s it, now stop being such a whiny ass” Tendou snarled at Semi, who stood across from him and Ushijima. Tendou had firmly pressed his hand into Ushijima’s because he wanted to protect him from Semi’s harsh words, but he knew he couldn’t.

“Satori, it is fine you do not need to speak for me, '' Ushijima murmured in Tendou’s direction. He did not need Tendou to speak on his behalf. That would make him weak and Ushijima was not weak. He can't be. “However I’m afraid I do not understand what you mean Eita, I was playing at my best throughout the whole 5 sets but Karasuno won. The loss was not because of Shirabu being the setter, we lost because Karasuno was the better team. If you were the setter we still would have lost and that is that.” Ushijima replied. Semi looked like he was going to reply but he was not done explaining, he needed to get this out of his system before he lost all confidence.

“I can see you want to reply but I am not done explaining yet so I would appreciate it if you listened to me. Although I hate to admit it, I would have played worse if Oikawa was our official setter because Oikawa would not be able to read me and set the correct tosses. This is not Oikawa’s fault at all, I just follow textbook techniques whereas Oikawa likes to take risks, it wouldn’t work out so I do not know why you think I would be better if Oikawa was here with us.” Ushijima said. He spoke with as much confidence as he could muster but he was not feeling confident at all, especially because his comments seemed to have made Semi angrier than he was before.

“Oh, would you just shut up making excuses! The only reason why we lost today was that you are not a good enough ace. You suck. You know if you were good enough, your mother might love you and be proud of you but no, you’re a stoic left-handed freak who let the whole team and school down. You don’t deserve to be on this team because you are a worthless piece of shit!” Semi screamed at Ushijima. The captain was too hurt to reply back so he averted his eyes and let go of Tendou’s hand.

All of Wakatoshi’s fears had come true. He always knew he was a disappointment and a burden to his family, but not his team. He thought he had found a home with his team and boyfriend but he was wrong. If he was loved by his teammates, why did Semi call him a stoic freak? He knew he did not show emotions well but that was due to his upbringing. Ushijima’s mother taught him that showing negative emotions is a sign of weakness and that he should never show them to anybody or there would be consequences, so he buried his emotions deep within. If he did not show emotions, maybe his mother and team would love him.

But he was wrong about that too.

There was so much he was wrong about and he did not know what to do. All he knew was he needed to get out of the car park before the mask slipped off his face and he broke in front of his ‘family.’

“I will not be holding the meeting that takes place in 10 minutes but feel free to meet together as a group without me,” Ushijima stated as quickly as he could without his voice breaking.

He needed to get out. Now.

As he walked off he heard his teammates yell for him to come back but it was too late.

The mask had already slipped.

It had been approximately 30 minutes since Semi had yelled at Ushijima and he, along with the black eye he was wearing, regretted it greatly. As soon as Ushijima had walked off, Tendou had stormed over to him and punched him square in the face. Luckily for Semi, Reon managed to get Tendou away before he could do even more damage to his precious body.

The whole team was mad at him, even the coach who had overheard the argument. Semi knew he shouldn’t have taken his frustrations out on the stoic captain but he could not stop himself. Truth is, he was not mad at Ushijima. Rather he was mad at himself. He did not score enough when he was subbed in. He failed them all. But instead of talking to his friends about it, he took it out on Ushijima and broke him.

He knew he should go and apologise, but the captain was nowhere to be seen. He had tried looking for him but he was not in his shared dorm. The only evidence Semi had that Ushijima had been in his room was that his phone was on his desk so that nobody could contact him to see where he resided.

He had begun to panic until Tendou had put in the group chat that he knew where Ushijima was and that the rest of the team could stop looking for him. Relief washed over Semi. He knew his captain was safe, so he headed to his dorm to wallow in guilt and self-pity.

Tendou knew his Ushijima enough to know where he was. Whilst they were in their first year, Ushijima had taken Tendou to the place Ushijima felt most safe in when he was upset. Tendou liked to call it ‘the cuddle zone’ (Ushijima hated the nickname). Wakatoshi had shown Tendou the place after the latter had witnessed an argument between Ushijima and his mum. Ushijima was really upset after the argument and he needed to calm down without anyone else seeing (not that he showed that he was upset, but Tendou could read him like he was an open book). It was a small hidden bathroom in the corner of the school. It was pretty secluded so nobody had ever found it.

Nobody but Tendou and Ushijima.

Once Tendou finally arrived at the secluded area he could hear Ushijima pacing and labored breathing.

“Hey Toshi, can I come in? It’s just me. I told the others to go to their dorms so you don’t need to worry about anybody else being here.” Tendou softly murmured. His voice was always soft with Ushijima, he couldn’t help it!

The pacing stopped.

“No, I want to be alone Satori” Ushijima whispered, but he could not hide the voice break no matter how hard he tried to. Tendou knew him too well.

“Come on Toshi, let me comfort you”

“No, leave me alone. Please” Ushijima pleaded, he wanted nothing more than to let Tendou into the small bathroom with him but he couldn’t. If he did he would be proving Semi and his whole family right, that he was a frail freak who brought people down with his emotions. If he pushed Tendou away he could prove to everybody that he was not weak.

“Okay, Toshi, if that is what you want, I'll get some Hayashi Rice and mangas prepared for your arrival back to the dorms. Come back when you’re ready but you don’t have to hurt alone Toshi, I know you think showing that you’re hurt is weak but it is not. Hurting is human and you’re human, you deserve to be held and comforted when you want it and I know your mother never allowed you to have that and I will kill her for it but you can be comforted by me. You just need to ask.”

With that, Tendou slowly made his way back to his dorm room.

He knew forcing Ushijima to open up and talk would make him withdraw further into himself so he wanted Ushijima to come to him. Even though it hurt every part of him to know Ushijima was alone with his thoughts, hurting.

Once Ushijima was 100% sure that Tendou had gone he let the breath he had been holding out. His mind was running 100 miles a minute. He felt conflicted. All his life he had been taught that displaying emotions to anybody made him weak and more of a freak than he already was. His mother had told him that him being left-handed was enough of a burden to carry so he must keep his emotions to himself and close off. If he did those two things maybe people could overlook his left-handedness and love him.

Even when he closed off and stopped going to his mother crying, his mother still did not love him. She told him plenty of times that she hated him, that he spoiled the family name, and that she wished she had never had him.

On the other hand, Tendou was gently telling him the opposite, he was telling him that he doesn’t have to be alone. That he could show Tendou all the pain he had been holding in. He had not let anybody in since his mother taught him to show no emotions, but Tendou wanted him to let him in.

Ushijima was getting more and more upset by the minute. Why did Tendou have to tell him he could lean on him?! His mother had made it clear he had to handle everything alone. Why was he being told two different things at once?!

Tendou had to be lying. He can’t prove his mother right. If he let Tendou in, he would laugh and leave him. Oh god, Ushijima didn’t want Tendou to leave him, Tendou was the only person who loved him, quirks and all.

Ushijima did not know what to do. His breathing sped up and he was pulling at his hair, trying to get rid of the aching buzz in his chest. but it was not working. Ushijima did the next best thing and swung his left hand into the nearest wall. When one punch wasn’t enough to relieve the ache in his chest, he hit the wall over and over again until his hand was bloody and bruised.

Once the ache subsided, he looked at his hand and cursed under his breath. His knuckles were most likely broken, which meant he wouldn't be able to play volleyball for a few weeks until it heals. He couldn’t do the only thing he was useful in.

With that thought, Ushijima couldn’t push down the lump in his throat anymore and he let out a choked sob. What was he going to do now that he was rendered useless because he could not handle his emotions? As soon as his mother found out, he is going to be in big trouble and he may not be able to play volleyball again because he let his stupid emotions get in the way.

Ushijima could not stand being in his comfort space any longer. It had started to suffocate him. He wanted his bed. He wanted his Tendou.

As soon as he got to his dorm room, he retreated to the bathroom to find the first aid box. The sooner he bandaged his hand, the sooner he could curl up in bed and cry. He wanted Tendou to come to cuddle him to sleep, but he knew he couldn’t ask him to come to his dorm. He was still too conflicted.

With great difficulty, Ushijima managed to clean and dress his wrecked dominant hand. He did not have any more energy left to change into his pajamas so he slid into bed in his volleyball jersey and shorts.

Once he was as comfortable as he could be he felt the lump in his throat form and tears sprang to his eyes. Ushijima knew he was alone and let out a soft sob. Ushijima’s mother had conditioned him into crying silently. If he did not make a sound nobody would realize he was upset and try to comfort him. This was the best way: if nobody knew he was upset and softly sobbing to himself then he was not weak. Ushijima put his hand over his mouth and pressed down hard to muffle his sobs. He did not want anybody hearing from the hallways. That would be both embarrassing and humiliating

After years of suppression and self-hatred, the backbone of Shiratorizawa Ushijima Wakatoshi, who laid with the weight of the world on top of his shoulders, finally broke.

Tendou hadn't seen or heard from Ushijima since he left him alone in the bathroom. He had not come downstairs for the evening meal nor had he come to Tendou’s dorm for the rice and mangas and he was starting to worry.

Tendou could not help but think of every single worst-case scenario. He knew he told Ushijima to come to him rather than Tendou going to Ushijima to comfort him, but he was concerned for his boyfriend.

With every worst-case scenario still running through his head, Tendou took off to find Ushijima. He first checked the cuddle zone but found it empty and unlocked. Tendou knew Ushijima would not dare break curfew and leave the academy after hours, so that narrowed Tendou’s search down. Tendou searched in classrooms and the library for him but alas no luck. He was starting to panic and the only other place Tendou had not checked was Ushijima’s dorm room.

Tendou ran as fast as he could to Ushijima’s dorm room, nearly knocking someone out on the way. But, he had no time to worry about that, and soon he found himself gasping for breath outside of Ushijima’s dorm room. Once he caught his breath, he could hear muffled sobs coming from the room and he could tell that it was Ushijima. Ushijima had never cried in front of him before, but he knew what Ushijimas roommate’s cries sounded like and they were decidedly not quiet and muffled.

Tendou could not wait any longer and slowly opened the dorm room. Ushijima often left it unlocked because Tendou would sneak in in the middle of the night after a nightmare to seek comfort in the captain. He quietly closed the door and made his way to his crying boyfriend.

Upon hearing footsteps, Ushijima had forced the sobs down and remained very still. If someone found him crying, he was done for. He didn’t know what to expect from the mystery person and it scared him. Not that he would let it show, though.

However, he was not expecting Tendou to climb into his bed, pull Ushijima onto his chest, and wrap his arms around his waist

“How did you-” Ushijima whispered, voice just above a whisper. He was afraid he’d break then and there in his lover’s arms.

“Shhh Toshi, that doesn’t matter. I’m here now. It’s okay you can let it all out. I’m here love, I’ll put you back together I promise. Semi is an idiot. By the way, I gave him a black eye. Anyway, you were the reason we were able to go to nationals. You’re the best ace and the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for”

After years of pain and suffering, Ushijima finally allowed himself to be comforted and break in his lover’s arms.

But with the help of his boyfriend and teammates (Semi included), the broken wall that made up Ushijima Wakatoshi . . .

. . . Could finally be rebuilt.

#ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #semi eita #tendou #Ushijima #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#HQ #angst #eita

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im-actually-ok · 4 years

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Fangs

Chapter one

Masterlist

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Platonic DLAMPR

Word Count: 2276

Genre: Semi angst? Not really, uh hurt comfort? It's not fluff exactly but idk what to put here.

Warnings: Fangs, very slight body horror(the fangs), food, sleep deprivation (i think that’s it but if i missed anything please let me know so i can add it, thank you!!!)

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“Experiment 4379, fangs,” Logan spoke into his audio recorder, holding it inches from his mouth as he did, “It has been proven that sides can alter their appearance completely to replicate others, I wish to see if a side could alter smaller traits of oneself. Today I shall try to alter my appearance in a minor way to test my theory, to test said theory I will attempt to give myself fangs because, as Remus has said, they are ‘dope as hell’,” he let go of the small button, pausing the recording for a moment to let out a small breath of, “here we go.”

He turned to cross the room to the small square mirror on the wall. He opened his mouth, moving one hand to prod at a tooth for a moment before closing his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut. He had only changed his appearance twice, both for one of Thomas’s videos, but he had never tried to change simply one thing and not on his own, he had had enough trouble returning to human form after the whole puppet thing.

He imagined the fangs in his mind. The sharpened teeth, similar to that of a wolf’s teeth but structured to fit inside a human mouth. He stumbled a little, catching himself on the desk under him. He was always a bit winded after changing, it took quite a bit of energy but while Thomas was recording he did a pretty good job of hiding it. Wait, does that mean it worked?

He stood up quickly, looking in the mirror once more, opening his mouth again and letting out a soft, breathed, happy laugh when he saw the sharp teeth between his parted lips. He moved a hand to prod at a tooth once more but quickly retracted his hand with a small hiss of pain. He saw a small bead of blood on his finger and watched it roll down to his hand. God, he had made these things really sharp, hadn't he?

He picked up his recorder, “experiment 4379 is a success! I was able to replace my teeth with a set of fangs quite easily, though it did take a bit more effort to pinpoint a specific trait, this should make future experiments much easier seeing as I will not have to beg Roman or Remus to take me to the imagination. I will have to conduct more experiments with the fangs later but for now I am going to retire, creating said fangs took quite a bit out of me. Not to self: figure out a way to maintain energy after a transformation. Now all I have to do is transform back which should not be a problem,” he let go of the small button, setting the recorder on the desk again before looking in the mirror once more, admiring his work before closing his eyes again. He imagined his regular old human teeth, focusing on it to try and shift his appearance once more.

He didn't feel anything though. He didn’t feel the usual exhaustion or small tingling sensation. He opened his eyes once more, opening his mouth to find the fangs. Hm. Odd.

He closed his eyes again, his hands gripping the edges of the desk as he squeezed them shut as hard as he could, focusing hard on the image in his mind. He focused on every small detail of the set of human teeth he imagined, trying to will them into existence. But when he opened his eyes once more he was met with the same sight.

Okay. This might be a problem.

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Logan had tried everything. After an hour of trying to change his teeth back, he finally decided to try and find-- alternate methods. He tried to file them down with one of Roman’s nail files and when it didn’t he used the metal one he used for his work. It did nothing. He was starting to get worried and ended up trying to chew on a rock. The rock broke. He had definitely done something wrong because these were not normal fangs. He was getting desperate. Logan eventually got to the point where he simply tried to pull them out but they would not budge.

God, what would everyone think if they saw? Not only was he now a freak, but he had failed to get himself out of a predicament he had caused due to his foolish curiosity. No. No they could not see, he would not let them.

He stayed in his room for days on end, running on only coffee and crofters though the organic fruit spread was hard to eat with his sharpened teeth. He continued to try different things, trying to find some sort of way to fix this but all of his attempts had failed.

He was currently lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a sigh. His hair was ruffled from running his hands through it and his tie that was simply draped around his shoulders. He took off his glasses to rub his eyes, letting his hand hold them loosely as it hung over the side of the bed.

Then he heard a knock.

He shot up in bed, eyes flying open as he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He cleared his throat and called out a small, “who is it?” with a voice crack that made him inwardly wince.

“Uh, hey Lo! It’s Patton! Could ya open the door?” Patton asked, his voice hesitant.

“I’m-- I’m a bit tied up at the moment, Patton. Do you need something?” Logan lied, standing and moving across the room, placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose and pushing them up.

“Come on, Pocket Protector, I can hear you moving around in there,” He heard Roman call. Wait, Roman?

“Roman? You are here as well?” Logan asked, turning to face the closed door from across the room.

“Yeah, we’re all here, Lo,” Virgil said, “Well, most of us. Remus is kinda headless in the imagination but he would be here if he could be.”

So they were all there? Why? “I apologize but I cannot come to the door right now, if you have a concern you can tell me here or you could wait until I am done, if you would like.”

“Of course I’m concerned, you’ve been in your room forever,” Patton said softly

“Patton, I have been in here for a few days, you know I have a lot of work, this is not the first time I have done this so you should not be concerned,” He said plainly, sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Logan you’ve been in there for a week now,” Janus said with a tad of force in his voice that made Logan choke on air.

A week?! How could he let himself lose track of time like that?! He ran a hand through his hair once again in a slight panic. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to tell them!?

“Lo? Buddy? You still there?” Pat asked, moving a bit closer to the door until he was inches away.

“I-- yeah,” he moved to open the door, moving a hand to hover near his mouth as he pulled it open.

Patton gave a small gasp and Virgil winced back at the sight of Logan, Janus simply gave Logan an up and down as he surveyed how terrible Logan looked and Roman just said, “Holy hell, what happened to you?”

“I have been-- busy,” he said, covering his mouth slightly to ensure no one saw, “But I almost finished and I will be back to normal shortly, I promise.”

Patton noticed the way Logan had covered his mouth, but he didn’t question it. He sighed and nodded, “yeah, ok, just-- get some sleep tonight, ok?”

Logan nodded, “I assure you, I will.”

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He did not. He was up all night again. He stood in the mirror, tying the tie around his neck and pulling it up around his neck tightly before combing his hair and straightening out his shirt.

He opened his mouth again, brushing over one of the fangs lightly, as to not cut himself again. He sighed, moving to tuck a pack of flashcards into his back pocket before making his way to the door. He let himself take in a deep breath before opening the door and entering the hall. Here we go.

He moved down the hall and down the stairs where he was met with a beaming Patton, “Morning, Logan! It's nice to see you out of your room!” he said with a small relieved huff.

Logan smiled with a closed mouth and whipped out a flash card that read ‘whatup dawg?’ and held it out to Patton.

Patton looked momentarily confused but simply let out a soft chuckle before saying, “I dunno, what is up with you?-- dawg?” in a quite awkward and choppy manner.

Logan simply nodded and shrugged before moving on, past the living room into the kitchen. Patton watched him as he did with a curious look, Logan was never this quiet, was something wrong?

Logan moved to the fridge, pulling it open and searching through it and letting out a small annoyed huff when he couldn’t find his--

“Looking for this, Microsoft Turd?” Roman asked with a laugh, holding up Logan’s jar of Crofter’s Organic.

Logan shot Roman a look as he closed the fridge, pulling out a flash card that said ‘that’s not very gucci of you’ and flipping it over to reveal the other side that said ‘Throw that back my way’.

Roman laughed, “Wow, prepared today, aren’t we?” and then he simply waited for Logan to respond, but his coy mocking smile fell a little as Logan continued to simply stare at him with annoyed eyes. Roman frowned a little under Logan’s gaze, waiting for him to say something, anything, “Geez, teach, sorry, didn’t mean to press your buttons,” he said awkwardly, not exactly sure how to feel, “uh- here, you can have this back,” Roman tossed the jar at Logan. Bad idea.

Logan was surprised and stumbled to try and catch it, but he had never been the best at catching anything, so it was no surprise when it slipped through his fingers and smashed on the ground.

Roman gasped a little and instantly started uttering small apologies, he just wanted to mess with him a little bit, not break and waste the entire jar!

Logan simply stared down at the floor, first in surprise, then in anger. Goddamn it, Roman! He felt himself bare his teeth a bit as he stared at the broken glass on the floor and even felt a small growl rise in his throat. Wait? A growl?

Logan stopped himself, standing up straight again and clearing his throat before turning away from Roman, making sure the other could not see his mouth but covering it slightly with his hand, just in case, “I am going to retire to my room, do not wait for me to eat, good night,”

“It’s-- It’s 3:30, Logan,” Roman stuttered out, slightly dumbfounded that the side in front of him was leaving to go to sleep so early.

“Good night,” Logan repeated, a tad more aggressively.

“Logan I’m-- I’m sorry, I wasn't thinking, Im-”

“I said good night,” he said, almost turning to bare his teeth at Roman, but he knew better. He simply covered his mouth and continued to move back up to his room, past a confused and speechless Patton and up the stairs. Not like he would have really been able to actually eat the jelly, though. It was so hard to eat anything soft with these fangs.

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“Logan?” Virgil asked softly, tapping his knuckles lightly against the door.

Logan was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands, frustrated about what had happened earlier and about the fact that he couldnt get these stupid fangs out! “Can I help you?” he asked, just loud enough for Virgil to hear.

“Uh- we were just wondering if you-- if you’d come down for dinner? Eat with us?” He asked in a hesitant manner.

He couldn't go down to dinner, they would see his fangs! He just couldn't! But he hadn’t eaten in quite a while and he couldn’t simply refuse to eat with the others and then take food up to eat by himself, then they would know something was up. How could he say no? How could he say yes!?

“Lo? You still there?”

Logan sighed a bit and nodded even though he knew VIrgil couldn’t see him, “Yeah. I am still here,” he moved a hand up to rub his eyes under his glasses, “I’ll-- I’ll be down in a little bit. Is that alright?”

“O-of course, take your time,” Virgil said before slinking back down the hall, away from Logan’s door. Something was wrong. They could all tell. The way Logan hid in his room, covered his mouth when he was speaking recently, heck, he growled at Roman! So yeah, maybe they were trying to figure out what was wrong, and maybe they were trying to see what Logan was hiding, and maybe they were being paranoid but come on! This just isn’t like Logan! What were they supposed to do?! Talk to him like normal people!? Of course not!

Was Virgil worried out of his mind? Yes. Yes he was.

But he was coming to dinner, that was a step in the right direction, and they could put their plan into motion.

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Author's Notes!: I kind of forgot about this fic that I wrote a while ago but I never finished, just thought I’d post it to see if anyone wanted to read the second half cuz then I would write it. Enjoy i guess!!!

#because i can #my fics #sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #fangs #tw fangs #slight body horror #tw slight body horror #food #tw food #sleep deprivation #tw sleep deprivation #fangs Au

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Destiny Has Other Plans | Loki x OFC (Alexis Randall) | Chapter 5

Pairing: Loki x OFC

MASTERLIST IS HERE

Summary: When Loki goes to ask his father for permission to marry, he is shocked to discover his destiny has already been made for him. He is already betrothed to Sjofn, the daughter of the King of Vanaheim. An arranged marriage to bring the two kingdoms closer together and strengthen the bond. Never mind that Sjofn and Loki can’t stand each other.

After The Battle of New York, Loki is sent to live at Avengers Tower as punishment for his misdeeds. But it doesn’t mean he has to like it. A year later, he has adjusted to life on Midgard but has avoided any romantic or emotional entanglements, still bitter over his lost love. Dr. Alexis Randall is skilled at helping others fix their relationships as a couple therapist, but can’t help her own love life. A chance encounter with Loki in a dive bar has life altering consequences for both of them. Now, Alexis and Loki must figure out a way to co-habit without killing each other in the process, plus navigating impending parenthood and other roadblocks along the way.

This Chapter: After Loki goes to bail out Alexis, they have a tense conversation about them and their relationship.

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Mentions of law enforcement, Oral Sex, Cursing, Vaginal Sex

Taglists are Open, please let me know if you wish to be added.

Alexis regretted nothing. The guy had it coming. She didn’t plan on the bartender calling the cops and definitely didn’t plan on being the one arrested.

“He grabbed my ass!” She protested as the officer roughly tugged her hands behind her back.

“He is alleging you punched him.”

“Because he grabbed my ass!” Alexis repeated, screaming. She spied the “victim” in question sitting on the bumper of a patrol car, holding a cloth to his bloody nose, courtesy of Alexis’s fist. “HANNAH! Bail me out.” Hannah’s head popped through the crowd, holding Alexis’s purse and phone. She nodded and disappeared into the gathering crowd.

“Someone’s come for you, George Foreman.” The detention officer sneered as she opened the holding cell where Alexis sat on the cold metal bench. There were a few other women in the cell, but they kept to themselves.

Alexis sighed with relief as she jumped up from the bench and hustled to the door. The officer walked in front of her until they reached just outside the lobby. They handed her a bag with her personal effects, some bits of jewelry and a credit card. She overheard yelling from the lobby.

“Someone seems to be having a worse night than me.” Alexis muttered. The officer gave her an odd glance.

“Good luck, Foreman.”

Alexis stepped out in the lobby and to her horror saw Loki was the source of the screaming.

“IF EVEN ONE HAIR ON HER HEAD IS HARMED, I WILL HAVE YOU…” Loki clenched his fists to contain his rage. “SHE IS PREGNANT WITH MY CHILD AND—”

“LOKI!” Alexis screeched. “What are you doing here?! How did you even know I was here?”

Loki rushed to her side. His hands ran over her in a rushed fashion, ruffling her now wrinkled and dirty dress. “Your friend Hannah called me. Said they arrested you. What did you do?”

“Why do you assume I did something?” Loki glared at her.

“She punched a guy who got a little fresh at the club. Gave him the signature Randall right.” Hannah piped up from a chair in the corner. “It’s the guy who should be here, not Alexis.”

“Thanks, Hannah. Did you have to call the warden?” Alexis pushed Loki’s hands off him.

“What did you call me?” Loki questioned. “What is that supposed to mean?” His eyes narrowed.

“I AM A PRISONER, LOKI!!” She screamed. Loki’s head darted around the lobby of the police station.

“Keep your voice down. Must you always shout?” He pushed her out the door.

Alexis spun around. “Because it seems to be the only way you hear.” Loki stopped in his tracks. Alexis collapsed against the side of the police station counter. “You are suffocating me, Loki.”

His face softened. “I’m only trying to protect you.” He reached out to touch Alexis’s stomach. “To protect our child.”

“By locking me in a cage, Loki. A big cage called the Avengers Tower. I am not used to having to ask permission to step outside.”

“It’s for—”

Alexis’s bottom lip quivered. “Don’t you DARE SAY IT!” She snatched his purse from him. “Just take me back to my prison cell.”

Loki sighed and grabbed her by the waist, and they disappeared in a flash of light.

When they reappeared in the common room, Alexis was out of breath.

“Nice parlor trick.” She pushed Loki off of her. “How come you never travel like that everywhere?”

Loki wiggled his wrist, his bracelet catching the lighting. “I had to call Tony in order to come and get you.” Loki walked over and perched on the back of the couch, turning his head to make sure Thor or any other of the Avengers weren’t lurking about. “He also arranged for your release.”

Alexis huffed. “I’ll thank him in the morning. Night, Loki.” She turned on her throbbing heel to head off to bed. Loki flashed in front of you, grabbing her elbow.

“We’re not done here!” He dragged her roughly to the couch, giving a bit of shove. “Sit down.” Alexis opened her mouth to protest. “I will not ask again, SIT DOWN!” She plopped down on the couch. Loki sat down opposite of her on the coffee table, his elbows on his thighs. As she stared at him, Alexis noticed the worry on Loki’s face. “How can you have so little regard—”

“How can YOU have so—” Alexis screamed.

“YOU WILL NOT INTERRUPT ME!!!” Loki bellowed. Alexis cowered back and then burst into tears.

“I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I… I…” She sobbed hysterically, burying her face in hands.

Loki relaxed his posture. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“No, I deserved it.” she cried. “I should have just stayed put.”

Loki leaned over to rub her knees. “I have been perhaps a bit overbearing. I guess you could go out from time to time.”

She peeked at him, face tear stained, a small smile. “That would help. A lot.”

“With a proper escort.”

Alexis frowned. “That means you.”

“Or one of the other Avengers.”

“I am sorry to ruin your date.”

Loki resisted the urge to smile. “It’s fine. I was getting ready to head home anyway.” He rose and offered his hand. She accepted and pulled up to her feet.

“Didn’t want to seal the deal with Blow Up Barbie?” Alexis sniped back.

“Decidedly not. She’s not my type.”

“I don’t think they can get any more stupid than that, Loki.”

Loki threw her a derisive glare. “Despite what you may think of me, Alexis, I do prefer a well read date.” She opened her mouth to snap back some insult. “And I mean more than the street signs. I do have standards. Someone to carry a conversation on with that doesn’t revolve around Instagram.” He walked away.

She shuffled her feet. “Oh. I might have been a bit jealous when you left for your date.”

Loki stopped in his tracks and spun on his heel. “You were what?” His lips curling into a wide grin.

“I’m not repeating myself.” she muttered, her hands twisted in front of her.

Loki stepped toe to toe with her. “Then I will presume you just profess having feelings for me.” He cupped her cheek. “I must admit that my evening would have been infinitely better if it had been you. Plus, it would have avoided a trip to the police station.”

“I never promised it would be boring.”

“Neither did I.”

And then Loki kissed her. She sighed into him, her hands lighting on Loki’s shoulders, twisting the ends of his long hair with her fingers. She pushed back.

“I just want to note for the record. You said ‘feelings’ first. I was going to go with ‘mildly tolerate you’.” She smirked.

“I don’t recall that.” Loki retorted. “You must have misheard me.”

“I have perfect hearing.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down, pressing her lips to his.

Loki panted as he pulled away. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, I think we should retire to our apartment before we draw attention from the others. Unless, of course, you want to announce this change in our status.”

“Um… no thank you.” She glanced up at the ceiling. “I hope Clint isn’t crawling about.”

Loki smiled. “I am pretty sure he is sleeping by now.” He offered his arm and led Alexis down the hallway. Once their door clicked in the distance, Clint slipped out of the vent.

“I never sleep.” He commented before walking away.

Alexis and Loki did their best to keep up the appearance of not liking each other, to avoid the inevitable deluge of questions from Tony and everyone else. So they continued to bicker and argue in front of everyone else while nurturing their budding relationship behind closed doors. But it was getting more and more difficult.

“Hey, Loki…” Bruce called out as he opened the door to the apartment. Where Loki was making out with Alexis in the kitchen. She shoved him away with a hand to the chest.

Bruce’s eyes darted between the two of them as they came into view. “Are the two of you okay? You are both flushed. And breathing heavy.”

“Um… hormones.” Alexis fanned herself. “I am getting ready to hit my second trimester. Would you like to hear about how big the baby is?” She blinked at Bruce as he turned five different shades of red.

“No, no, that’s okay. And what’s your excuse, Loki?”

“Sympathy hormones.” Loki responded with a straight face.

Bruce shook his head. “Okay, Loki, can you come down to the lab once your hormones calm down. I am working on those tests from that artifact. I could use your help.”

Loki nodded back. “I will be there as soon as I can.” Alexis raised an eyebrow. Loki cleared his throat. “Once I make sure Alexis is okay.”

Bruce held up his hands. “Of course. I’ll see you there.” He backed out of the apartment shutting the door in the process and walked towards the elevator.

“So…?” Tony questioned from the couch.

Bruce fished out his wallet and slapped a twenty-dollar bill into Tony’s hand. “Definitely more than friends.”

Tony sat up. “Did you see them kissing? Naked? Oh God, you didn’t….” Tony gagged.

“Nothing like that, but apparently Loki was flushed due to sympathy hormones.” Bruce chuckled.

“And they call him God of Lies.”

“You know he hates that name.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “New stakes. $500 to the first person to get photographic evidence of a romantic relationship.

Bruce stabbed a finger at Tony. “No use of security cameras?”

“Fine.” Tony sighed.

“You’re on.”

“I was afraid he was going to stick around.” Loki purred into Alexis’s neck as he pressed her against the fridge.

Alexis leaned her head to the side, and Loki latched on the crook of her neck. She sighed into him.

“Don’t you need to go to the lab?” Her hands raked up and down his sides.

“If I recall correctly, I told Banner I would meet him after I assure you were okay.” He muttered against her. “Are you okay?”

Alexis considered her answer. “I would love for you to stay, but I fear if you do that, you will never make it to the lab.”

Loki chuckled against her, his hand moving to squeeze one of her breasts. “And that would be a tragedy how?” He pulled at the hem of her shirt.

Alexis flattened her palm against his chest and pushed him back against the counter “People will talk, Loki. Do you want to explain to everyone that we are sleeping together?” She raised an eyebrow.

Loki crossed his arms. “There’s nothing to explain. We aren’t sleeping together. Unless you call making out on the sofa and dry humping sleeping together. Do you?” He groused.

She chewed her lip. Alexis realized they had already slept together, but that had been a drunken mistake. This was different. This was sex with feelings. That was a lot of pressure. Not to mention the fact her belly seemed to grow by the week. It made everything more difficult.

“No.” She turned away from him.

“Darling,” Loki stood next to her, rubbing her arm. “Are you nervous? We have slept together before. If I recall correctly, that is why you are here.” He smiled.

Alexis chuckled. “True. But that was different, a one-night stand. But now…” She moved her hands back and forth between them.

“I must admit, I never expected to find myself in this situation.”

“Impregnating a stranger?”

“No, having a relationship with a mortal. When I was forced to come here, I swore I would never become emotionally involved with anyone.”

“That explains Ashlynn.” Loki narrowed his eyes. “Sorry.”

“As I was saying, I didn’t come here for a relationship, but to pay penance for my crimes. You were an unexpected complication. Unexpected but welcomed.” His hand traveled up to caress the side of her face.

She leaned against him. “Thank you, Loki.” His phone buzzed. “I bet that’s Bruce. You can’t keep him waiting.”

He kissed her cheek. “I will come back as soon as possible.”

“Want me to order in some food?”

Loki nodded. “You pick the restaurant.” He kissed her one more time before hurrying out the door.

Alexis took a couple of deep breaths and went to get herself ready for her afternoon clients.

Loki hustled into Bruce’s lab in a huff. Bruce swore he appeared even more ruffled than before.

“Now what is so pressing that you needed my presence?” Loki crossed his arms in irritation. He detected a hint of a smile twitching at the corners of Bruce’s mouth.

“Sorry to pull away from your girlfriend.” Bruce teased.

Loki held up a finger. “Not my girlfriend.” Not a lie. He hadn’t the opportunity to discuss with Alexis how to define their relationship. Another thing he needed to remedy.

“What are you exactly?” Bruce scrunched his face up.

“How is this any concern of yours?” Loki grew more cross by the minute.

“Just trying to be a good friend.”

“We would need to be friends first. I would say we are acquaintances at best. Now where is this artifact?”

Bruce, realizing he was getting nowhere, turned to the work at hand. “Over here.” He gestured off to the side. Loki pushed past him.

“Dr. Randall?” Val Adams called out.

Alexis blinked, snapping back to reality. She pulled on her jacket. “So sorry, Mrs. Adams…” She turned to the older man with a pinched face sitting next to the woman. “… Mr. Adams.”

Mrs. Adams’ face softened. “It’s alright, dear. Pregnancy brain. I remember when I pregnant with my Aidan, I—”

“Are you going to charge us for this?” Mr. Adams interrupted. Mrs. Adams sank back into the couch. Alexis held up a finger.

“Mark, we don’t interrupt. Val, continue with your story.”

Val waved Alexis off. “It wasn’t important.”

A ding sounded from Alexis’s computer. She sighed. “So that is the end of the session, and since we got a bit off topic, I will refund this session. Work on your active listening for our next session.”

Both Mark and Val stood and shook her hand and left. Alexis rubbed her head. She thought she would get more energy in her second trimester. But if anything, she was more tired.

“Rachel!” She called for her receptionist. Rachel shuffled in, carrying a Diet Coke.

“Yes, Dr. Randall?” She handed over the can of soda.

“When’s the next appointment? I am hoping to catch a nap.”

“The Adams were your last. The Martins cancelled. Again. Should I send a letter?”

She perked up. “They cancelled? Excellent. Uh… yes, send the letter. And call it an early day. I am heading upstairs.”

Rachel nodded and headed back to her desk. Alexis switched off her computer and turned off the light.

“Night, Dr. Randall.” Rachel piped up from her desk.

“Night, Rachel. I’ll see you on Monday.” She waved and beelined to the elevator.

Alexis sighed against the door, grateful for the quiet. Loki wasn’t due back to several hours. She settled onto the couch for a quick nap.

Loki stepped into a dark apartment after finishing up with Bruce.

“Alexis?” He called out into the dark, expecting her to pop out from her bedroom. Instead, he heard a soft moan from the sofa.

“Darling, are you alright?” He moved towards her. He squinted to find her sleeping on her side.

“Loki…” she moaned in a way that sounded like one thing and one thing only.

Loki smirked as he sat down at her feet, rubbing her legs. “Alexis, darling. Wake up. You are having a dream.”

She hummed as her eyes slowly opened. Her eyes focused on Loki sitting at her feet.

“Hmm, what?” she muttered, stretching.

“You were moaning my name. And not in anger like usual.” Loki chuckled.

“Oh fuck, I…” she sputtered before sighing. “I’ve been having dreams about you. Sexual dreams.”

Loki smiled and pulled her up to sitting, pressing against her side. His fingers running up and down her arm. “From what I read, it is a fairly common occurrence.”

Alexis’s body heated all over. She squirmed in her seat. The truth was, she had been incredibly horny for the past month or so.

“Darling…” His lips ghosted over the shell of her ear while his hand squeezed her upper thigh. “I want you.”

She turned to face him. “I want you too, Loki.”

That is all it took for Loki to pull her onto his lap and crash his lips against hers. This kiss differed from the one earlier. There was a tenderness and wanting in it that sent shivers down Alexis’s spine. Loki’s tongue tasted her mouth as his hands cupped her face in both of his hands, the pads of fingers caressing her cheeks. Alexis sighed and weaved her fingers into Loki’s hair.

“Loki…” she whimpered as they parted. Loki’s chest heaved against her.

Silently, he stood, taking her by the hand and leading her towards his bedroom. Loki undid the zipper of her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. Next, he undid her bra, her breasts falling softly from the cups. Loki lowered himself to his knees, kissing along her burgeoning belly with an open mouth along the way. Alexis gasped as Loki’s thumbs hooked into the waistband of her underwear and dragged them down her legs to join the rest of her clothing.

“Lie down at the edge of the bed.” Loki asked, grabbing a pillow for her back.

She settled herself with the pillow under her hips. Loki kneeled before her, taking one of her legs into his hands and kissing from the ankle to her inner thigh. Alexis whimpered as Loki touched everywhere except where she wanted it the most.

“Patience, dove. I didn’t get the pleasure of enjoying you thoroughly the last time we coupled. I won’t make that mistake again.” Loki purred as he repeated the treatment to the other leg.

He settled her legs on his shoulders and teased his fingers across her mons. Her lips glistened with arousal. With a single finger, he swiped along her slit, collecting her juices.

“Oh god!” Alexis called out, fisting the sheets on either side of her.

Loki smiled at how sensitive Alexis was. Unable to hold back any more, he licked his tongue along Alexis, earning himself another pornographic moan. Loki latched onto her clit, sucking. Alexis arched her back and writhed under Loki’s touch. She was already teetering on the edge. Loki plunged a finger inside of her and curled it inside of her.

“Loki!” she hissed as she came hard, gushing onto his face.

Her body shook as electricity jolted through her. Loki continued to lick her until she pushed his head away. Alexis sat up and pulled Loki against her, crashing her lips against his, tasting her on him. Her hands pawed at his shirt and Loki made quick work of the buttons. Alexis pushed it off his shoulders with shaking hands. His pants and boxers soon followed, along with his socks and shoes. Loki crawled onto the bed, settling his head on the remaining pillows.

“Come.” Loki beckoned her, patting his thighs.

Alexis crawled towards him, belly and breasts hanging heavy. She straddled Loki’s hips. Loki’s hands lighted on her hips. She grabbed his cock and lined it up with her entrance. He helped her lower herself onto him.

“Are you alright, darling?” he asked as she winced.

“Yes.” she smiled. “It just feels… different.”

Loki smirked. “I would use the word ‘exquisite’.”

She settled against him, taking a moment to adjust to being filled with Loki.

“Take your time, darling.” Loki encouraged.

After a moment, she rocked up and down, getting used to the weight of her belly and larger breasts. One of Loki’s hands snaked up to squeeze one of her breasts, teasing the nipples.

“Fuck, Loki! That feels…” Her thoughts cut off by Loki bucking into her.

“By gods, Alexis. You are perfection. So sensitive, so responsive.” Loki purred as he continued to play with her breast. “Come for me, darling.” Her hand found her clit and rubbed it in tight circles.

Soon, she came again, squeezing around Loki as she continued to ride him. Loki gasped as he soon followed her, coming inside of her.

With a groan, Alexis rolled off of Loki and stood up. She gathered her clothes to head back to her room.

“Stay.” Loki sat up. “I do not wish for you to leave quite yet.”

She dropped her clothes back to the floor. “I would like that.”

He lifted the covers, and she settled into the curve of his body. Loki wrapped his arms around her, his hands settling on her belly. Soon, they both settled into a deep slumber.

Alexis woke before Loki the next morning, stomach growling. They had skipped dinner. She extracted herself from his grip.

“Where are you going?” Loki murmured, still half asleep.

“To get food. Your child is hungry.”

“Hmm.” Loki rolled over and fell back asleep.

She grabbed a shirt and pair of Loki’s boxers and padded to their small kitchen to find nothing she wanted to eat. Alexis headed out to the common room kitchen in search of food. She found some cereal in the pantry and started snacking on it while looking for a banana and milk.

“I know about you and Loki.” Clint’s voice called out.

“AHHH!” Alexis tossed the box in the air, sending cereal flying everywhere. “Stop doing that!”

Clint leaned back against the counter. “I saw the two of you kiss the other night.”

Alexis flushed. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I can hardly stand Loki.” She attempted to walk past Clint, but he caught her elbow.

“I saw you kissing and you are wearing his boxers. Something tells me that your love-hate relationship has become something more.”

Alexis slumped. “I can explain.”

#loki #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki imagine #loki fluff #loki smut #loki angst #loki x ofc #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki series #destiny has other plans

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kissandmxkeup · 3 years

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Royal Guard!Johnny

here for the obligatory annual “yes i’m still around and yes i know where my computer keyboard is” post, may do more but probably not tbh. if you’re still here and reading, i love you and also highly question why you’re so dedicated. not that i mind, i truly appreciate it, but still.

also, this is female!reader because i had so much trouble writing this in a gender-neutral manner. if you want a gender-neutral/male!reader version, let me know and i’ll do my best!

Always cordial and polite, not just with you but anyone he comes across

So many of the guards tend to have this air of superiority, talking down to those that aren’t within their ranks or of a higher status, but Johnny has the same level of manners for the elderly shopkeeper in town as he does for you, the crown princess of the country

Not only that, he’s also extremely attentive to your needs, even the ones that he isn’t necessarily responsible for

He always has a bag with first-aid supplies, snacks, water, and even portable chargers and a Game-Boy somewhere within reach

And he’s always willing to have a conversation with you, listen to your concerns and worries and sorrows

You actually came to know Johnny when he was guarding your brother, a seven year old who was incredibly funny and also insanely gross

After your brother turned ten he was sent off to a private school with their own security teams, so Johnny was moved over to you

You loved being around him; his positivity and kindness could melt even the toughest of moods, something your mother had noticed when she was looking for his new assignment

You remember when she called Johnny to the throne room; he’d still been just barely an adult then, looking young and boyish in armor slightly too big for him He had bowed deeply to her, so much that the weight of the heavy metal chainmail nearly tipped him over, and she smiled back as she informed him that he was being removed from his position with your brother, that he would now be tasked with being in your guard. He had given her a nod and an “as you wish” that was almost too wavering with forced professionalism before turning to you with a nervous little grin, asking what you needed of him in a way that had melted your heart.

Over time, the two of you had grown into a rhythm; you would walk the gardens in the morning, him following like a shadow as you chatted with the gardeners and groundskeepers. After that you would tend to your schoolwork, and then the minor royal duties you were given after you’d finished your education, occasionally letting him distract you with stories of the younger guards’ antics as you tried to pass time until dinner, and then at the end of the day you would always sit and talk together about the country.

Even when you were young, you were always looking to improve the life of the commoners of the land, and given his background, Johnny was much more connected to them than you could ever be. He had influenced policies you’d drafted on education, social welfare programs, and even some of your first quality-of-life recommendations like repairing historical sites and landmarks in the smaller villages of the country, such as the town he had visited often as a child. You were beloved in your country, and had become lauded as the “princess of the people,” always pushing for your constituents to be represented and thought of at every turn, but you always made sure that Johnny knew that you couldn’t do any of it without him by your side.

However, those outside of your borders tended to see you as much less kind and gentle, but rather stubborn and almost bitchy. You wouldn’t let your country’s people be used or walked over, refusing to give in to the demands of others that saw you as small and weak and risk your citizens’ wellbeing in the process. You sat in meeting with lawmakers, voice steady as you refused to even consider letting your constituents have their taxes raised in the name of increasing their own salaries, clashed with conglomerates that wanted you to turn a blind eye to pollution and mistreatment of their workers, even going as far as pressuring officials into dissolving royal contracts with major companies that relied on unfair practices, and you had even notably walked out of a meeting with a royal from another family after they had insinuated that perhaps you had let your public persona blind you to what was truly good for your country (in this case, letting their country use your resources without regard to the needs of the the common folk of yours).

Some other players in larger, wealthier countries had even decided that you were too much of an inconvenience, made too much noise, and wanted to eliminate you from your country’s line of succession by any means necessary. Because of this you had come to be assigned more guards over time, generally keeping a rotating team that you had jokingly nicknamed the 127 Squad because they seemed to have an endless supply of members. Some members like Ten, or Lucas rotated in during special occasions like state visits, and you occasionally had a knight-in-training such as the quiet Renjun or the child-like Jeno in addition to the usual two or three full-time guards.

There were eight other consistent members that you had come to be familiar with, though; Haechan was loud and boisterous in a manner quite similar to your brother, while his best friend Mark was quiet, shy, and a little nervous with a sword despite all of his experience. Taeyong, Taeil, and Doyoung treated you like their child in different ways, and Jungwoo was dreamy and often in his own head (although you weren’t sure if maybe that was just a facade, since he was one of the first to act if you felt in danger). Your favorite story was how poor Jaehyun and Yuta had been banned from attending public events after they went unintentionally viral for their handsome looks during a press conference about a new retirement plan you had orchestrated.

Johnny was always the constant, though; he was at every event, every meeting, always directly to your right in a manner that had started more than one rumor about your professional relationship and how it was more than just professional after all. And as much as you would never admit it, you hated the rumors because of their semi-truth; sure, you weren’t in a relationship, but it’s not like you would be opposed to that at all.

He was just as kind and funny as ever, but more mature and elegant now; he would help you out of your car even if there was a chauffer that was supposed to fill that role, lift children on his shoulders during your usual visits to local schools and smile with pride as they giggled and screamed. He would even sit next to you and run his hand between your shoulder blades when you had panic attacks about whether you were really fit to lead the country, reassuring you that your people loved you for a reason; not to mention that he had become very attractive over time; the boyish smiles were now replaced with kind grins, his armor now fit him like a glove, and every time he sowed the protective nature that he had developed toward you, you would swoon a little on the inside.

But there were strict rules about romance between royals and staff, if anyone found out that you even had a crush on him he would be moved out of your team and possibly out of your family entirely, which you couldn’t stand the idea of. So you kept your mouth shut, never letting your inhibitions take over you when he called your name with a kindness that made your knees weak, or when he would step in front of you in a protective manner at a rare threat made directly to your face. You had done well with it too, up until you had gone on your first state visit to another country without your parents or any other major officials.

You had been sent out to visit a country run by a set of princes almost double your age, with nobody but five members of your guard (Taeyong, Doyoung, Mark, Jaehyun, Ten, and of course Johnny) alongside you. The men were all openly uncomfortable with your presence at times; sometimes this was shown by you being excluded from conversations about “grown-up matters that didn’t concern you,” as you had once overheard the crown prince Leeteuk commenting, to even pressuring you with questions and comments that were bizarre at best and outright offensive at worst. You had tried to brush it off, since the visit was less than a week and very important, but it was hard to do so when you felt like you were having the life sucked out of you.

It wasn’t until the last day when you had finally had enough; Leeteuk had sat across from you, flanked by all of his fellow princes, and pushed a document that looked way too official to be presented in such a way to your side of the table with an expectant glare.

“What is this?”

“It’s the resolution that we’ve all been working on this week, I expect you to sign it for us now.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t sign something unless I know its contents. If you give me some time to look over it, I’d be happy to come back with my concerns and a signature if I feel it’s mutually beneficial.”

“I’m sorry?”

One of the other princes, Shindong, looked down at you with a glance of something resembling anger, and you could almost hear Johnny and Taeyong tensing at your sides, preparing to step in should the princes show signs of being a threat to your well-being.

“I mean, you say that it’s the resolution we’ve been working on, but I’ve been constantly shuttered out of any meaningful conversation about this legislature since I arrived. I don’t know what’s been done in front of me, let alone without me present, and by signing it I could be agreeing to any number of measures I don’t agree with or understand. I will not sign this unless I am given an adequate chance to look over it and bring my own concerns forward as a representative of my country.”

“See, I don’t think you understand how this works. You are in our country, under our roof, and we fully expect you to comply with our expectations while here. So you will sign this document.”

“Or what?”

You straightened yourself out, glaring daggers at the youngest prince (Kyuhyun, you believe) that had been so demanding to you. You could feel Johnny resting a hand on your shoulder, reassuring but warning, as Taeyong stepped out to certainly inform the other guards of the situation and have them start collecting your things to go home.

“If you force me to sign it, I and my guards will both bring the manner forward publicly that it was signed under duress. Any measure that you believe you could take to force me, such as physical punishment or holding me hostage, is an act of war by your government against a foreign diplomat on your soil and will be treated as such. I will not be threatened, forced, or coerced into giving my consent in a matter I do not understand, and the idea that I would do such a thing is actively preposterous at best and offensive at worst. So if you don’t mind, I will be leaving your country at the earliest opportunity, since it’s clear that you have no intent of cooperating with me and I will not stay in a place where I feel unwelcome and endangered. If this is an issue, please feel free to take it up with my guards or any citizen of my country, who will happily inform you of my stance on public policy that would affect them.”

You stood to leave, and Siwon matched your movement, grabbing your wrist with such force that you audibly hissed.

“Little girl, this is no business for you to be fighting against. Sign the papers and then you can go whenever you please.”

“My princess has stated that she intends to leave,” you were surprised by Johnny, stepping forward, forcing Siwon’s hand off of you before carefully pushing you behind him with one arm to shelter you from the men in front of you, “and as far as I am concerned, she gets what she wants when it’s her well-being at risk. Please stand down and allow her to leave, since we mean no harm. I’m sure that if this legislature is as important as you state it to be that she would need to blindly sign onto it, the king and queen would happily do instead, so I implore you to speak to them about the matter.”

Johnny walked you out, a hand around your waist with a stern expression as he kept looking back to the room of bewildered and infuriated princes. It wasn’t until he had accompanied you back to your room, firmly shutting and locking the door behind him, that he let the cold demeanor slip away. He asked how you were, a nervous expression on his face at the situation you had found yourselves in.

“I just...I want to go home. I want to go home and rest, and be with my family and friends again. I don’t feel safe here.”

He nodded solemnly, fingers dancing across your wrist as he lifted it to the level of your chest, scowling at the already-deepening purples and yellows where you’d been held.

“I’m sorry, I should have stepped in sooner.”

“You did everything right. You tried to let me handle it, and protected me when I couldn’t do it anymore.”

You leaned into his touch, and he seemed almost surprised as you let yourself fall completely into his arms, barely catching you. He held you upright for a moment, only pulling back when he noticed that you had started to cry.

“Princess...”

“Please, call me by my name. We’re friends, you deserve that much.”

He did so, gently taking you back into his grasp and reassuring you with a gentle swaying as you awaited the word of Taeyong that you could leave.

“I’m sorry, I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

He pulled back, concern and worry apparent in his expression at your bizarre change in tone.

“Can’t do what?”

“I..look, I love you. Not as my guard, not as my friend, but in a way that’s so much more than that. And I’ve been so scared to tell you because I knew it could get you taken from me, but you deserve to know. You’ve been nothing but kind and wonderful and hell, you’re perfect, but I can’t keep standing here, falling in love a little more every time you so much as look at me without telling you about it.”

He looked confused for a moment, but surprised you with a large, almost goofy smile that reminded you of your younger days with him.

“Don’t act like that, like it’s the end of it. I know it’s not allowed, just as much as you do, but I love you too and I’ve wanted to tell you forever.”

You laughed, almost bitter with the threat of separation between you two.

“How is it not the end of it?”

“I...I’ve been talking with your mother about...us. About how I feel. She’s going to remove me from the guard altogether, and I was going to move into an advising role for you where I’d be able to ask you out. I was planning on telling you after we returned form the visit, since it was only finalized after we arrived, but then...”

It took a moment to register what he had said, but as soon as it had clicked you threw your arms around him with an almost childlike excitement.

“I’ll be here for you until you don’t want me anymore, okay? I promise. Me and you, just like it’s been since you were sixteen.”

The words were gentle, kind, and you couldn’t help but relax at the truthfulness he carried in his tone. You wanted to stay like this forever, but it was all too soon that there was a knock on the door as Taeyong informed you that your car was waiting out front and the princes had finally agreed to stand down and let you leave in peace. You took a moment to collect yourself before heading to the door, and Johnny gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before opening it.

“Would you like me to ride with you today, your highness?”

“Actually, if it’s okay, I’d rather have Johnny with me. I’ve been under a lot of stress during this trip, and I find him rather comforting to have around.”

He stifled a laugh behind his hand, and you couldn’t help but grin at the almost knowing glance Taeyong spared you. You walked past the princes in uncomfortable silence, only sparing a small bow before you stepped into your car, Johnny following and moving to sit next to you as the door closed.

“So, we’ve got six hours until we’re back in our kingdom, do you want to play Super Mario Land or something?”

You burst out laughing, head falling back against his shoulder as you gave him a small nod through the rhythm of your breathing. He smiled as he gave you the old lime Game Boy, shifting to move an arm around you so he could watch you play, and you couldn’t help but notice how this felt just like home.

#johnny seo imagine #johnny seo fluff #nct johnny fluff #nct johnny imagine #not to lowkey villainize suju but i needed a villain for this and google picked them so

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fragmentedink-archived · 4 years

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Hell to Pay: Chapter Forty-One

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, IX, IX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XVIIII, XXX, XXXI, XXXII, XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII, XXXIX, XL

cowritten by @lux-scriptum

Killing usually brought a certain amount of satisfaction. Perhaps not the best response to murder, but it was Amara’s job, and this out of all jobs should have been something to look forward to. Instead she was just... focused.

Perhaps this was for the better. Stars knew if circumstances were different she would have loved to drag it out and have her fun. She’d missed that opportunity with Remiel, and Destris deserved to suffer just as badly.

Having Cyrus on her heels only made her more wary. Cyrus had no training in killing, or stealth. She was just lucky the witch was a genius at his job and when she demanded he walk quieter, had a spell up his sleeve to keep himself from making any sound at all.

It’d taken her all night to find Destris. And she’d spent the day debating how to go about this. It didn’t- it wasn’t fair, because Amara was gonna have to do this quick and efficient. It was going to be anti-climactic. She just knew it.

The only dramatics she was going to be able to comfort herself was this: walking right up to the door instead of sneaking in a window like she would on another job.

She knocked. Cyrus was a few feet behind her, as requested, out of harms way.

And then there Destris was. “Can I help you?” he asked mildly, lifting a single brow.

Banter was for after the fatal stabbing, so Amara flipped a knife out, and had Destris gutted from pelvis to throat in a heartbeat. She watched him crumple, feeling oddly empty as she watched the black blood pool.

Cyrus was kneeling, muttering a spell quickly as Destris went very, very still. Amara turned away when a sickly white glow filled the container Cyrus had brought. She dropped the knife on Destris’ front yard as she walked back to Cyrus’ car, sending Cameron a text to let him know it was done.

By the time Cyrus got to the car, she’d gotten her response: a single “k.” in response.

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Amara had Cyrus drop her off at Bay’s house. She pushed open Bay’s front door and stepped through. She didn’t make it two feet before Bay appeared from the kitchen. “Get out of my house,” Bay said, irritated.

“I’ve got to talk to Nik,” Amara said.

“I’m not letting you until you learn some manners.”

“I need to talk to nik, please,” Amara replied, too... too much of something to force her tone to be flippant.

Bay gave her a flat look, but said, “Good enough. He’s upstairs.”

Amara jogged upstairs, going faster once she was out of sight for Bay. She found Nik in bed, but she expected that. She threw herself down beside him, curling into his side without a word.

“Hi,” Nik said sleepily.

“I bailed on you yesterday, and I shouldn’t have. Promise it was important.” She closed her eyes, and wrapped an arm around him.

Nik pulled her arm closer. “I know.”

“I’m hoping I can stop this soon.” She let out a shaky breath. “Go into semi retirement or something. I don’t know. Be a trophy wife for Cin, have a few kids around. Become domestic.”

Nik snorted. “I thought Cin was the trophy wife.”

“Cin’s a rich motehrfucker and I haven’t let him spend a cent on me, if I could help it.” Amara squeezed Nik lightly. “And stars know I haven’t saved any of my money. And I won’t touch the account Gramma set up for me.”

“That’s because you’re a prideful idiot.”

“Why take money that someone who hates me wants to give me?”

“I don’t know, then why do you take money that Cameron gives you?”

“Cus I earn it,” Amara said. “He buys my silence and time away from his house when I get too annoying.”

“And yet you still annoy him, so are you really earning it?”

She pinched his side. “I never said it’d be a permanent leaving. I’d miss you too much. What would I do without my best friend?”

“I don’t know, what would you do?”

“Be very bored,” Amara said, before resting her hand on his stomach. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but Nate must be feeding you well. I was worried you’d need to be tricked into eating like Cameron.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Nik accused.

Amara thought about that. “Not in a bad way,” she said, deadpan, before, “You just... look healthier already.”

“I don’t know why. I’ve been sick for days,” Nik muttered.

Amara hummed. “Probably stress.” She paused, and then took on a mock-serious voice. “Have you tried being less stressed?”

“Yeah, but then I overdosed.”

“Oof, had to make it serious, didn’t you?” She reached up, tugged on his hair. “Can I stay and take a nap? Not gonna lie, my job sucked ass.”

“It’s not like I’m doing anything.”

Amara hummed again, and pulled her phone out to text Cameron that she was going to be late for dinner. After that she tossed her phone to the other side of the bed. No need to look at the response; she knew Cameron wasn’t going to reply at all.

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Cyrus showed up at his house at the designated time, on the dot. Cameron had to admit that he respected Cyrus’ need for punctuality as well as being an organized person in general. That made the witch tolerable. “I trust you have everything you need with you?” Cameron asked, at the doorway, eyeing the small bag with him.

“Yes,” Cyrus said. “Where do you want me to set up?”

Cameron led him back to Lev’s former bedroom. “In here,” he said, waiting at the doorway for Cyrus to enter. “If you fail this time,” Cameron said. “You will not get a third try.”

“I already told you this is my last attempt,” Cyrus replied. “I won’t put Lev through this again.”

“I am aware you have already told me,” Cameron said, annoyed. “I am saying I am keeping you to your word. If Amara tries to manipulate you, as she has already done, then I will leash her. Before you get started,” he said, “We are waiting for Ash to arrive. He’ll be here in a few moments.”

He didn’t give Cyrus a chance to respond before he turned around and went to get the door before Ash had the chance to knock. Ash looked a little worse for wear, but Cameron did not feel like commenting on it before wordlessly leading him back to the bedroom where Cyrus was already starting to set up.

Ash leaned against the dresser and folded his arms, waiting; watching. “Think it’ll work this time?” he asked.

“If it doesn’t,” Cyrus said, “There will be no third attempt. You have my word, as well as Cameron’s.”

“Well yeehaw,” Ash said. “Then we can all put this to rest. The moment you bring him back- if you manage it this time- I am taking over. I do not need your magic when I have my own.”

“Okay,” Cyrus agreed. “I streamlined the spell, so it shouldn’t take as long.”

“As long as you do it right,” Cameron said, mildly. “Do what you need to.”

Cyrus set up his candles where he needed, and looked to Cameron when finished. “You don’t have to knee, but I need some kind of physical contact. So I can channel you.”

“Very well,” he said. “When do you want to start?”

Cyrus moved to pull a book out of his bag, flipping to the page he needed. “Now.”

Cameron moved to press his hand to Cyrus’s back while he started reciting the spell for the next half hour. Both he and Ash watched acutely. Towards the end, the ashes that Cyrus had spread along the bed began to darken, until every speck seemed to suck the light from the room. Slowly a shape took form on the bed.

As the last word fell from the witches mouth, the whole room went dark. When the light came back, bit by bit, Lev’s body was there, chest rising and falling evenly. Ash pushed off the dresser the same time Cyrus hunched over. “Alright, witch,” Ash said, “step back. It’s my turn. Go take a nap. I’m sure Cameron will let you use one of his fancy bedrooms for all your trouble.”

When Cyrus seemed to not be able to move, he said, “Give me a second.”

Cameron leaned down to pick him up and carry him to one of the closer bedrooms and plop him down on the bed. “I know you did not take the magic you needed from me,” Cameron said.

Cyrus laid down and pressed his palm to his forehead. “I took what I needed and nothing more. Lev needs you walking and functional, not me.”

“I am perfectly capable of doing both,” Cameron clipped out. “But sure. This selfless act of yours is as annoying as Amara is. Sleep for however long you need. I will wake you for dinner.”

Cyrus closed his eyes. “Text Sorin for me?” He asked. “He’s going to worry, and I’m not going to be much of a conversationalist very soon.”

Cameron detested cell phones, but he did as asked. “When he shows I will direct him to your room,” he said, turning to leave, flicking the lights off on his way out. Cameron went back to Lev’s bedroom and leaned in against the doorway while Ash seemed to be doing a physical of Lev’s body. His face was drawn, tight and focused. “His body is here,” he finally said. “But I cannot sense Lev. I’m thinking a coma, or something similar at the very least.”

“Do you have an estimate for how long he will be like this?”

Ash shook his head. “Sorry but necromancy is a little outside of my wheelhouse of knowledge. The best I can tell you is either he comes back or he does not. I’ll do my best to keep his body functioning, but right now, he is the equivalent of brain dead.”

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Nate slipped his phone into his back pocket. They had Lev’s body, and right now… Nate could not sense Lev’s soul. Not anywhere Inbetween anyway. He supposed his best option was to go see Lev for himself, to see if he could sense Lev’s soul there. But first he needed to check on Nik, and he found both Nik and Amara curled up asleep on a bed in the room Nate had set up for Nik.

Nate carefully went and grabbed a throw blanket to cover them both before quietly shutting the door behind him and decidingly drive to Cameron’s house. He spent the entire time seeing if he could sense Lev’s spirit, but got nothing. There was Darius though, and Darius joined him on the drive to Cameron’s house. “Do you feel him?” Nate asked, flicking him a look.

Darius seemed thoughtful, contemplative. “I don’t… not feel him. It wasn’t like before, when you had to bring him back. He’s… I think he’s stuck.”

“I’ve never really felt something like this,” Nate finally said. “Then again necromancy isn’t something that had been done before- at the very least in my lifetime.”

“Mmm.” Darius seemed a little amused. “Not something that’s been done in mine either. Life or deathtime.”

Nate snorted, but then sighed. Darius had the strangest sense of humor sometimes. And it was something Nate had come to appreciate. “After all these years,” Nate said, “You still care.”

“Wouldn’t you?” Darius asked, golden eyes lingering on Nate’s face.

Nate gave a small, rueful laugh. “I just might.”

“I understand; Why you’re so hesitant about Cameron. Nik is your brother. He’s your baby brother and he loves with everything he has,” Darius said. “And now he’s with my Cameron, who can come off as so reserved. You’re worried Cameron will repeat history.”

Nate thought on that for a good long minute. “I was,” he finally said. “Now, I’m reassessing my reservations. Or at least I’m trying to.”

“He does not make it easy,” Darius observed.

“That he does not,” Nate said, pulling into the driveway. He had the truck in park when he looked over, unsurprisingly seeing Darius not there. He had gone to knock on the door, only for Cameron to open before he had one knock in. “He’s in his bedroom,” Cameron said. “Next to mine.”

Cameron didn’t offer any more words before moving aside to let Nate in. The house was as spotless as his own, but seemed to lack the kind of warmth that Nate was used to. Though, it did feel like a calculated coldness; like his house was more a fortress than a home. Another stronghold of defense.

Lev was in a clean set of clothes, under a blanket with his hands folded on his stomach. If Nate didn’t know better, he’d say Lev was just sleeping. But he did know better, and he’d almost say that Lev looked like he was on display for a wake, as well.

Cameron leaned against the doorway, arms folded over his chest while he silently watched Nate work. The only problem was he didn’t quite know where to start, not when it came to things like this. He crossed the room to settle on the edge of Lev’s bed, brushing his fingers along Lev’s cheeks; his forehead, his chest.

Lev’s heart was beating, he was also breathing as far as Nate could tell. Granted, these kinds of matters were Ash’s domain but as far as he could tell, Lev’s body was in peak condition- he even wasn’t as thin as Nate had grown accustomed to.

Cameron seemed to let him work as long as he needed without unnecessary commentary. Nate closed his eyes, reaching for his magic and touched Lev’s skin. The glittering shadows that brushed underneath Lev’s skin weaved through blood and bone right down to Lev’s very core. “He’s there,” Nate finally said. “I can feel him. He’s just. Deciding.”

“Deciding?” Cameron asked, mildly.

Nate smoothed down the blanket and stood up. He stopped at the doorway and looked down at Cameron. “You asked if he was there,” Nate said. “And I said he was. He’s making a choice.”

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New Dawn

Prompt: "I really loved that story (see you in a minute) and I hope that later you can make the story of Natasha x reader of how their relationship was given until arriving at the battle of Thanos I would love to read it. And I hope you crave your other stories”

Requested by: @ecruzsalaz

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8987

Warning/s: Nothing!

A/N: Hey guys! I’m alive! I am so sorry for being AWOL for a while after posting the end of the SYIAM universe. I had a terrible writer's block, I got a new gaming console (Switch), had so many things happening at work before the end of the year, and I’ve been sick. Nothing life-threatening, don’t worry guys but I am back! Thank you for being here.

Also, I proofread this twice but if there are still mistakes that escaped me, I apologize. I hope you guys like it. PLEASE comment and/or message me your reactions. I missed it! xx

PS. I’m not sure if this can be read as stand-alone. If it gets confusing, you might need to read See You In A Minute series first. Please refer to the masterlist on my description.

***

Semi-retirement from fieldwork and mostly working on your lab at the compound is so reminiscent of your days as International Operations Director of STARK Industries. Your time is on your hands to do what matters to you the most and that’s spending time with your family. Anyone who knew you before you joined the Avengers would laugh at the idea of you settling down nicely to family life.

You and Tony were a force of nature, who comes and goes as you both please; leaving satisfied bodies but empty hearts. No one can keep you down long enough to tie you down. You’re always on the move; either galavanting the world using Tony’s private plane or crossing international waters lazily using your own yacht.

You were brought back to the present when you felt your daughter kick you under the lab table where the two of you are playing chess. You two are the designated people to man the fort while the Starks are in Miami, and your wife went to check up on Laura with Maria, Wanda, and Carol. The old you would have felt bummed to be left behind but spending alone time with your daughter is hands down one of the best use of your time; up there with being in the company of your wife, of course.

“Where’d you go, mom?” Asya asked as she surveys the chessboard; definitely planning a massacre of your pieces.

You smiled up at her because even though a lot of people said she looks like you, there are moments where she looks exactly like Natasha. Heaven knows you’re so whipped for both the two.

“I just thought of how no one from my past would ever tell you married life is where I’m headed.”

“Not even uncle Tony?” she asked as she glances up at you.

You grinned, “especially not Uncle Tony.”

Asya laughed. She has heard stories from Tony and the others about you, before joining the Avengers and before dating Natasha but she’s never heard your side of the story yet. She moved her King in preparation to make her killer move.

“Mom, would you mind telling me how you and mom met?” she asked sheepishly. “From your perspective, I mean.”

You looked at the board for a minute before looking back up at your daughter. “It’s a long story.”

”We have time,” she defended easily. Because you have, Natasha and the others are not gonna be back until tomorrow night.

You glanced at the clock. “Very well. We should finish this and order some pizza?”

Asya’s eyes twinkled with excitement at the prospect of hearing your story, as well as having greasy delivery pizza for dinner. She immediately hopped off her seat before standing at the side of the table. “Then make your move already mom, we don’t have all night,” she sassed playfully.

Yup, totally just like your wife, Venom said in your head.

You chuckled before moving your piece. “Checkmate,” you said before standing up and walking towards the door of your shared lab.

Asya gaped at the board. She was sure she got you on her hook.

Savage, Venom cheered in your head. You only chuckled to yourself.

“Coming, love?” you asked innocently. When she looked at you, there was pure adoration in her eyes and maybe a hint of fire. Surely, she’s gonna ask for a rematch in the coming days. After all, she’s yours and Nat’s daughter.

***

Eating at the huge family dining table without the rest of the family home is a tad depressing for both you and Asya. So you two decided to just bring your box of pizza at the front porch.

“Go on mom. I wish to sleep at some point in the night,” Asya sassed as she dabs the pizza with a napkin to rid it of excess oil; a habit she picked up from Nat for sure.

You laughed heartily. “Okay, okay. I met your mother the day I arrived back in Miami,” you started.

Asya knew the basics: how you were basically adopted by the Starks after your parents passed away, how you and Tony are thick as thieves; going to the same university, traveling the world until you two decided to stay in Switzerland for a while. The only time you were basically separated was when Tony needed to run the business in the US and he needed you to stay on top of the business in Europe and Asia.

***

You inhaled deeply as you stood on the pavement in front of Stark Industries Headquarters before squaring your shoulder and strutting inside the massive building. You were immediately met by Dylan an intern who was supposed to escort you to Tony’s office. Dylan blatantly stared at you through the mirrored walls of the elevator. Typical. When the lift stopped at the penthouse, he didn’t step off.

“Thank you, Dylan,” you said smiling. He looked so surprised that you even bothered to read his nameplate.

You walked the short distance from the lift to the door and was not surprised to see the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Definitely typical since Tony has a knack of choosing the prettiest woman to be by his side. After all, he chose Pepper.

“Hi, I’m here to see Tony,” you greeted politely. You had to reign in the urge to shiver and groan the moment her green eyes met yours. She’s breathtaking that you had to take a moment to compose yourself. You’re Y/N Y/L/N, you reminded yourself. You get girls as pretty as her whenever and wherever you go.

“Name?” she asked confidently, her eyes never wavering. At that moment you knew, this woman, this Natalie Rushman is different from Tony’s previous assistants.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you answered.

Natalie looked at her computer. “I’m sorry but you’re not on his scheduled meetings today,” Natalie said matter-of-factly. You tried to pout, and talk your way in but Natalie isn’t one to swoon over you. Not typical!

“Come on, Natalie. I know for a fact that he’s having lunch with Pepper right now,” you said as you walk a few steps towards the door but Natalie was lightning fast on her feet and already blocking your path.

“Take one more step,” she warned you.

You were right, this woman is something else because, at this point when you’re this obnoxious, Tony’s previous assistants would do only two things. One, they will faux put up a fight but let you in any way. Two, they will call security on you. So far, Natalie has done none of that.

You cocked your head to the side. “Or what?” you challenged her by stepping right into her personal space.

Natalie looked into your eyes before she shoved you and pin you against her table, which causes some of her things to fall and make a ruckus on the floor. She wasn’t really hurting you but her grip is strong and she’s clearly capable if you pushed her one more time. Any other time someone pushes you, you would have been mad but instead, you just started laughing. Natalie looked at you like you’ve grown another head but she didn’t let you go.

“First meeting and you’re already tied down,” Tony snickered from the door where he and Pepper are standing to check on the noise. You groaned at the fascinated look of your friends' faces.

Natalie let you go. You stood up and started straightening your navy three-piece suit.

“Fuck off,” you said before walking towards the pair.

“Not you though,” you said to Pepper before giving her a familial kiss on the cheeks.

“Welcome home,” Pepper said before shooing you and Tony inside. When the door closed, Pepper walked towards Natalie who was suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Who was that?” she asked quietly after picking up all her stuff from the floor.

“That’s Tony’s best friend, his little sister. She has level 10 access to Tony too.”

“Shit,” Natalie cursed under her breath.

“Don’t worry she’s cool. Sometimes, even cooler than Tony,” Pepper said before walking away laughing.

***

“Mama pinned you on your first meeting?” Asya asked before breaking into fits of giggle.

“Stop! It wasn’t that bad,” you said as you throw the pizza box on the bin.

Asya walked back to the house on the reverse so she can look at you. “I’m sure it wasn’t, mom. It’s very romantic,” she said teasingly.

Very, Venom decided to chime in and gang up on you.

“I had enough of your sass, missy. You better run,” you mock threatened her. Asya squealed before running off inside the house. You laugh hard before walking leisurely after her.

***

After checking that all the doors were locked and activating the night security protocol, you walked back to the common living area only to be met by a flying pillow right in your face. You let out a very dramatic fake gasp and caught the pillow in your hand. When you looked at your daughter, already looking comfortable on her very own blanket fort.

“What happened next?” she said while wiggling her toes at you.

You held up a finger before running upstairs and rushing through your nightly routine. After exactly, ten minutes, you came down with your matching silk pajamas.

“Finally,” Asya groaned dramatically but smiling.

***

The second time you met Natalie, you didn’t expect it to be at S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters where Fury is introducing you to the Avengers as the new recruit. She doesn’t look happy to see you there. She looked like she wanted to protest your credentials but was polite enough not to do so in front of everyone. Tony was so happy when he found out Fury accepted your application at S.H.I.E.L.D. It’s the least you can do since you failed at convincing your best friend not to join a ‘superhero initiative’.

Pepper still wasn’t happy by your “alternative solution”, saying how now she has to worry for two. Fury deemed that two heads like Tony Stark are better than one. Hence, why he accepted you at S.H.I.E.L.D. Afterall, you were the one who helped Tony synthesize the new element to stabilize and upgrade the Iron Suits. Your job at S.H.I.E.L.D is mainly at labs, helping build new weapons for the agents and the Avengers.

Word travels fast even in a secret organization. People at the labs kept wondering why you’re in there with them when you can be out there with the Avengers. A conversation that came up once when you decided to take a break at the same time as everyone. It was a bright and sunny day, the lab rats decided to eat a snack at the outdoor sitting area when the quinjet landed on the distance. Everybody watched you watch the plane come to a full stop.

“They said you grew up with Tony Stark. They said you’re as smart as him,” the one named John said.

You turned to him. “Is there a question in there?”

A younger man, named Carl, smiled. “They said you have a black belt in jiujutsu and mixed martial arts as well.”

"I still don’t hear any question,” you said smiling before taking a sip of your coffee.

“I guess what they were getting at is why are you in the labs with us?” the only other woman in your lab team, Hailey, asked. “You can be one of them with that credentials,” she continued, nodding towards the direction of the quinjet.

It’s not a new question; you’ve heard variations of it a lot of times when you were growing up with Tony. And the answer has always been the same. “Someone has to look after his back.”

They all cocked their heads to the side. “You can’t watch someone’s back if you’re too close to them. I’m better at protecting him from here; where I can see clearer.”

Your team was surprised that you’re foregoing the fame that comes with standing side-by-side Tony Stark. Then they all nodded, newfound respect shining in their eyes.

“Besides, I’m really not good at limelights. That’s Anthony’s thing, I’m more of the fly-under-the-radar type,” you continued lightly.

“You mean you’re the lab rat type,” John joked cautiously but relaxed when you broke out into a belly laugh.

***

The third time you saw Natasha was in the training room. A part of the being a S.H.I.E.L.D agent was to know how to fight. Even though you have a background on different fighting styles, you still pushed yourself to train harder. You found out a long time ago that you liked training in private and that’s how Nat found you punching and kicking at the bag until it broke open. She stole your file from Maria, she knows your credentials but something about you irks her.

“What did the bag do to you?” Nat asked from the doorway in lieu of a greeting.

You looked up at the sound of her voice and you smiled at her when you spotted her leaning against the doorway. Nat thought your smile was charming but she wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that.

"Good morning, Agent Romanoff,” you said before picking up your water bottle and chugging the contents of it.

Nat didn’t mean to but she followed the movement of your throat, down the curve of your neck to your tracksuit covered chest. You coughed to catch her attention. When she looks up she didn’t know whether she wanted to punch or kiss the smug look off your face. So what if you caught her blatantly checking you out?

“Training at this hour?” she asked holding your eyes. She’s Natasha Romanoff, she’s not gonna be intimidated just because you’re super cute.

“Yes, I woke up early for a conference call in Geneva. I couldn’t go back to sleep. So, I thought I might as well just start early," you explained.

You tried not to vomit the words but failed spectacularly. Nat thought it was adorable as she watches you wrap a protective bandage against your bruising hand.

“You’re still working at Stark Industries?” she asked impressed.

“Technically, yes. I’m a member of the board and consultant. I mostly only work with Pepper and Tony now,” you answered.

Something about Natasha renders you unable to give simple answers, it annoyed you. When she didn't say anything else, you took it as your queue to leave. You’ve heard how the Black Widow likes her space, keeps to herself and not one who gets chummy with agents.

“Do you want to train with me?” Nat asked.

Something about her voice gave away her hesitation. You looked at her bewildered at first but you grinned before dropping your bag and joining her in the mat.

Nat didn’t show it but she was glad you decided to stay. In the few minutes that you were talking, Nat found herself wanting to get to know you better. She did her own research on you because she thought you’re just another billionaire, philanthropist, playgirl but you proved yourself different. You’re modest and don’t brag about your lifestyle. In the weeks that she has observed you, Nat found that you’re also infinitely funnier than Tony.

***

Time flew by the moment Nat started throwing punches, as well as directions on how to fight better. One cat scratch on your eyebrow and a busted lip later, people started pouring in the training room for their morning exercise including Steve and Clint.

“Get those injuries cleaned and checked out at the infirmary,” Nat said before hopping off the mat and passing both boys on her way out. You didn’t see it but Nat narrowed her eyes at them, which made both of them chuckle before turning to you. Clint came over to you first, introducing himself formally.

“You got a death wish or something?” Clint asked lightly, his eyes alight with mischief.

You cocked your head to the side, not understanding the line of questioning.

“No one asks Natasha to spar or train, ever. She’s the learn-from-your-failure kind of teacher,” Clint continued chuckling.

You shouldered your bag. “I didn’t ask her to train. She did,” you said before smiling and walking back to your room to shower.

Clint blinked once, twice before he caught Steve’s eyes who clearly heard what you said. They both started grinning at each other, the same thought running in their head.

***

It’s like the world tilted off its axis ever since Nat found you in the training room. Since then you’ve been seeing her more like she stopped actively avoiding you. While you made strides befriending Steve, Clint, and Bruce; Natasha still needed a little work but that was okay. You were willing to wait until she’s ready.

It was enough that she works out with you every morning when she’s not out on a mission. It was enough that she trains you to become a stronger, faster, better agent than you already were. Coupled with your smart weapons inventions and deadly fighting skills, Fury even lets you officially join Agent Hill’s tactical team.

Nat was secretly so proud yet madly worried when you go on missions without the Avengers because she likes having your back and vice versa. You make a deadly efficient team; dare she say better than she is with Clint. She tries not to dwell so much on what it means, or what it means when her heart race when you get injured in battle, or what it means when her breath caught in her throat when you smile at her but Clint won’t let her. Clint takes it upon himself to bug Natasha, in private, to inspect these feelings.

“If you ask me, I think you may have a crush,” he said one time after you all got back from a joint mission in Sokovia. Fresh off the shower, and lounging on Nat’s bed Clint waited for her to finish drying her hair.

Even over the sound of the dryer on her hand, Nat heard him. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought and begrudgingly, she knows that her best friend was right. After all, he was one of the few people who know her best but he doesn’t need to know that, did he?

“Thankfully, I’m not asking you,” she said after exiting the bathroom and flopping down beside Clint.

Clint laughed hard and rolled onto his back. Seeing this side of Natasha makes him happy.

***

Steve figured it out next. Thankfully, he isn’t as nosy as Clint but it still annoys Nat when she sees him smiling every time he sees her talking to you.

Bruce found out after Clint not-so-subtly elbowed her when you entered the compound in crisps red three-piece suit and whispering business with Tony. You two were so engrossed with looking at your tablets, you both didn’t notice the rest of the team watching. You only noticed them on your way out. So you waved goodbye, Nat may or may not have stared at your ass as you exit the room.

“Close your mouth, Natalia. It’s very unbecoming,” Tony whispered on Nat’s ear. Nat groaned before averting her eyes and turning around to face Tony’s very smug face.

At that moment, she knew she was doomed but she’s not gonna fold to Tony Stark; no matter what.

“Not a word, Stark,” she warned.

“What? I haven’t said anything yet,” Tony defended.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“What? I think you like my sister?” Tony challenged playfully. Nat only glared at him before opening the magazine she stopped reading the moment you walked in looking like a dream.

“I mean, how can I blame you? She’s perfection. She’s smart without being annoying like me, she’s beautiful, funny and above all, loyal.” Tony said solemnly

Nat glanced up at him. At least, they can agree on some things.

“I…” Nat started. Tony held her eye, definitely waiting for her to lie and deny his accusation. “I do but keep your mouth shut or I’ll cut your tongue.”

Tony smiled amidst the definitely real threat as he sees the genuine fondness that’s usually absent in the cool, collected Black Widow’s eyes. He resolved to keep his mouth shut, for the moment, at least.

***

Nat was so sure one of the boys would rather out the moment they get you alone but a few weeks after the confrontation with Tony, Nat can see no change in your behavior whatsoever to indicate that someone squeaked. She’s secretly grateful because the last thing she wants is for your budding friendship to turn awkward just because of a schoolgirl crush.

‘It’s just a crush’ has become Natasha’s personal mantra that she recites in her head every time you so much as smile at her while passing the corridor. And while Nat resolved to do absolutely nothing about her feelings, the universe seems to have a different plan. The following weeks, the universe launched into a series of events that helped Nat ease into accepting that she has indeed fallen in love with you

First, Fury sent you and Tony on a tandem mission in an undisclosed location, which launches Nat into a full-blown panic.

“Agent Romanoff,” Fury said first.

Nat didn’t back down on her demand to send Steve or her or anyone as back up. Fury watched his other sort of adoptive daughter quietly and carefully. Nat tried not to squirm under the scrutinizing gaze of the only father figure she has in her life. Fury smiled eerily when he caught up. Maria tried not to chuckle but failed.

“Agent Y/L/N is more than capable of completing a simple mission,” Fury finished before turning on his heel and walking away. Before he leaves, he looked back at Natasha. “Stand down Agent Romanoff, that’s an order.”

Nat huffed and kicked her boot down on the concrete floor. Steve, Clint, and Maria exchanged worried yet amused looks across each other. “Sit down,” Steve gently dragged her over one of the chairs in the command center.

“She’ll be fine. Y/N is not only a good fighter but she’s also a genius,” Clint tried to assure Nat but nothing can make her sit still.

She worries about you, she worries that Tony will be too distracted to watch your back properly and she wouldn’t be there to protect you. Nat tried to reason to herself that the burning need to protect you is because you’re a part of their team, and she protects her team.

***

A few hours passed and Nat couldn’t stay and do nothing. She stood up and walked towards the same exit Fury went through. Steve caught her arm. “Where are you going?”

Nat pulled her arm back, “I can’t stay here Steve! I will find her and make sure she comes home to me.”

Everyone smartly decided not to comment on that one. They all understand that having romantic feelings for someone is really foreign for Natasha. It’ll be suicide to push her.

“Fury gave you an order,” Steve, ever diplomatic, said.

“Fuck what Nick said,” Nat nearly yelled before taking a few stomping steps back.

Back away from the door and completely caught up in her worry and fighting with Steve, Nat didn’t see you and Tony step inside the room.

“Woah! Language,” Tony said then smiled at everyone before walking directly to where Fury keeps his precious Scotch.

“Miss me, Agent Romanoff?” you asked cheekily.

Nat felt all the stress of the past few hours leave her body the moment the sound of your voice entered her ears and registered in her brain. She turned to look at you, and you greeted her with a warm smile. You were surprised when Nat stormed towards you, looking royally pissed. You were prepared for a slap in your arm for whatever it is she’s pissed at you for but it didn’t come. She immediately pulled you into a hug before she can talk herself out of it.

This isn’t the first time Nat touched you. Ever since you’ve started training together, Nat seems to always find a reason to touch you. May it be holding your hand a little longer after helping you up from the mat or laying her head against your shoulder as you both try to get your breathing back after some intense sparring session or touching the ends of your hair whenever you’re sitting close together on movie nights. All these touches though are done in relative privacy; not like this, not where the Avengers and half of S.H.I.E.L.D are there to watch.

You smiled before wrapping your arms around her strong frame. If you were being honest, the mission was easy but you’re bone-tired after that ambush at the end of your mission. Clint cleared his throat, and Nat pulled away slightly but only to assess your physical well-being. She frowned when she noted your dirty suit, the small cut on your eyebrow, and your busted lip.

“I’m okay,” you whispered without breaking eye contact.

She didn’t answer, she just runs the pad of her thumb across your busted lip before kissing you.

***

“What?” Asya yelled, interrupting your story. The two of you are lying on your back inside her makeshift fort. “She kissed you first?”

“Yes. She did,” you answered. She looked so surprised for a second before she broke into a laughing fit.

“I guess, legends are just that; legends,” Asya said merrily after getting a hold of her sanity back.

You gasped. “Hey! Have you seen your mama?” you asked in mock offense.

Asya smiled at the dreamy look on your face. She secretly loves how much you love Natasha, even after all the time you’ve been together, and apart. It was impressive.

“She’s as breathtaking as the day I met her,” you said softly. “How would I know someone like her can like someone like me?”

Asya rolled to her side and lay her head on your chest. “You’re an idiot, mom.”

“Already? I thought I was just getting to that part,” you said before kissing her forehead.

***

You still haven’t figured out if it’s lucky that Fury officially made you an Avenger after that tandem mission with Tony a week prior or a curse because now, you have to move in on the compound with the rest of the team and deal with the boys’ teasing and being around Nat more often. Speaking of Nat, you hadn’t seen her for a week after she kissed you in the command center where everyone - literally everyone - saw. Maria said Nat asked Fury to send her on a mission.

‘So, she’s avoiding me,’ you thought.

An ache blooms in your chest when you think of Nat regretting that kiss but the time you spent training with Nat every morning taught you that she’s not good with feelings. Her history, her past, taught her that love is for children. She didn’t become the legendary Black Widow by being soft and loving, she became the Black Widow by being deadly. So you resolved not to push her, as well as not push your feelings towards her. She will come around if she wants to.

***

You and Nat saw each other exactly thirteen days after the kissing incident. You weren’t planning on counting but you did because you missed being in her company. It just so happened that you’re both busy people; she’s out there saving the world most of the time and you? Well, you’re juggling being an Avenger, a S.H.I.E.L.D lab rat, and a member of the board for Stark Industries. So you don’t exactly have a lot of time either. It took thirteen days before the universe, Fury and your schedules permitted you both to be in the same room for more than just two minutes.

It was midnight, you were walking the halls of the Avengers compound to your room when you heard groaning and sobbing inside Natasha’s room. Panicked that someone was able to slip inside everyone’s defenses and attack Nat, you opened the door and went inside her room with your gun in your hand. When you step in, Nat’s seating up on her bed alone. You checked her surroundings first. When you were positive you two are alone, you holstered your gun and called out for her.

“Tasha,” you whispered softly as not to startle her but she didn’t make a move to acknowledge you.

You walked in front of her. Only then did she blinked and looked at you. It must be a nightmare, you though; based on the beads of sweat on her forehead, the sheets balled up on her fist, quick breathing and unfocused eyes.

“Y/N?” she asked as softly.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re safe,” you tried to assure her but she only started shivering at your words. You sat beside her and pulled her in a hug. You continued to rock her gently and whisper words of assurance until her breathing slows and her heart rate came back to normal.

When Nat pulled back, you stood up to let her get back to sleep but she held on the hem of your suit like a little girl. You look at the fingers holding you in place and then back to her face a couple of times before she said something. “Can you sleep here with me?”

It took you a couple of seconds to figure that Nat wasn’t joking. You smiled before motioning her to lie down. She watched you peel away the layers of your suit. Had it been a different setting, you would have died from the intensity of the way she looks at you. Stripped down to your polo shirt and trousers, you started to climb her bed, only for a soft fabric to meet your face.

“Lose the pants and change into that. It’s more comfortable,” she explained.

“You buy your own Black Widow merch?” you teased her as you change the shirt she gave you.

Nat groaned playfully, averting your eyes as you start to undress in front of her shamelessly. “Yeah, a drawer full of it. I can’t resist quality,” she said casually.

“Well, you’re right. This shirt is really comfortable,” you answered after plopping down next to her.

“Told you,” she said before rolling on her side and scooting over until her back touches your front.

You’ve cuddled some in your lifetime, you can take the hint. You figured that taking hints is especially crucial to any kind of relationship with Natasha. So you learned how to read her earlier on, or at least try.

Safe and secured in your arms, Nat couldn’t help but sigh blissfully at the warmth emanating from your body, the feel of your arms around her torso, your chin on her shoulder, and your breathing against her ear.

“Thank you,” Nat half whispered half moaned.

Feeling emboldened, you kissed her shoulder. Thankfully Nat didn’t freeze at the contact. “From here onwards, know that you have me; always.”

Nat sighed. “It’s the red room,” she said simply. Something about the moment made it easy for Nat to open up.

Unconsciously, you tightened your hold against her. You’ve heard third-person accounts of the red room but never from the source. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I do,” Nat sighed out before turning in your arms and resting her head against your chest. She sighed once again before launching in the story of the red room. The sky outside her window was starting to turn purple when Nat finished telling her story and drifted off to peaceful slumber in your arms.

***

You noticed that after the nightmare fiasco, Nat is a little easier to approach than usual. She’s even more open to hanging out with you since then, which you didn’t mind because you love spending any time with her. May it be going on coffee dates (as Nat loves calling it) or training like a madwoman in the gym or sneaking out of the compound in the middle of the night to drive and get a midnight snack.

You absolutely love spending time together and getting to know each other in the process. You tried your hardest to slow down your descent to imminent heartbreak but you knew at that point that it was useless. You knew that even though you’ll only get heartbroken because Nat couldn’t possibly like a nerd like you, you’ll do it over again. Over and over and over again, if it meant you’ll always be by her side.

Unbeknownst to you, Nat had the same internal struggle about how someone like you can’t like a killer like her. She didn’t try to shove down her feelings they way she always does though. She tried but it was too late; her feelings for you sneaked up at her like an assassin. Of course, she knew she was attracted to you when she kissed you a couple of weeks ago but it was only after the nightmare incident that she allowed herself to want you for more than just carnal reasons.

You started to become a steady presence in her life, more than just a teammate. While kissing you in front of the whole team and S.H.I.E.L.D was a grand spur of the moment decision, one that she doesn’t regret, she lives for the little moments as well. She loves the way you seem to remember small details like how she takes her coffee, or the way you subtly take care of her by always cleaning her weapons too before going on missions, or the way you always pack a spare jacket just in case you finds yourselves on the eye of climate change. She loves the way you easily make her feel safe and calm. She loves the way you weren’t shy to deviate from the headstrong, broody character everyone knows you are and make a fool out of yourself just to make her laugh.

***

The only problem was, you both suck at talking about your feelings, let alone admitting them. You had the same but lowkey reputation with women like Tony, and she’s the Black Widow; Miss love-is-for-children. Everyone tried to help both of you confess; Tony and Maria tried to help you tell Natasha your feelings while Steve and Clint tried to help Nat ask you out but the world seems to have a crisis every time one or both of you decides to make a move.

“Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something,” Nat sighed as she walks to the quinjet after being called for a mission with Steve and Clint.

“I never pegged you to believe in signs from the universe,” Clint teased lightly.

Steve narrowed his eyes but Clint was never scared of Nat’s wrath. Besides, Nat was too distracted to be offended.

“Let’s just finish this shit as fast as we can,” Nat replied offhandedly while buckling herself in.

“We haven’t even left yet,” Steve said. Lips tugging upwards subtly. He likes seeing this side of Nat.

“I know, and I miss her already.”

***

“Wow,” Asya burst out; interrupting your story, again. “You two are,” she paused to search for the right word in her vocabulary.

Saps! Venom supplied.

Asya giggled. “Correct! You two are saps!”

You don’t know the half of it, child, Venom complained. It’s disgusting.

You laughed so hard, the walls of your makeshift fort shook.

***

The team tried to finish their assignment as fast as they could but it still took them five days. Five days with no communication with you made Nat almost jumped out of the quinjet the moment its tires hit solid ground. Clint and Steve just chuckled as they watch Nat power walk towards the compound. When they caught up with her, Nat’s frowning so hard on her phone.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked tentatively.

“Y/N’s not home,” Nat replied, clearly disappointed.

Before anyone can say anything Nat’s phone alerted her of a new message. Nat’s frown only deepened.

“I’m gonna guess. Not Y/N?” Clint asked teasingly.

Nat locked her phone before putting it on her back pocket. “No, it’s Maria. She said they’re at Stark Stadium. They need us to fill the Starks team.”

A couple of S.H.I.E.L.D agents passed by. “Let’s check it out. Agent Johnson said, Agent Y/L/N’s team is hot,” one agent said, not realizing that the three Avengers were on the other side of the room.

“What do you expect? Agent Y/L/N is hot,” another answered. The other two laughed.

Nat gritted her teeth before clearing her throat to announce her presence. The agents turned around so fast, the boys wondered if they had whiplash.

“Don’t you have better things to do, agents?” Nat said sternly.

The three agents gulped, nodded and scuttled away like ants on fire. Natasha watched them until they disappeared in the corner.

“Calm down, Nat. I’m sure they’re not that hot,” Clint tried to assure her as he stirs her to the direction of the garage.

***

Clint gulped when she saw who you were teammates with.

“Not hot, huh?” Nat said eerily calm as she watches you with your team.

Out of your S.H.I.E.L.D uniform, and in your black and red number 13 jersey you looked so much younger, more carefree. Nat smiled internally. She realized that as much as leather-clad Y/N is hot, she much prefers you on casual clothing because you look happier.

“How am I supposed to know Y/N’s friends with a lot of stunners?” Clint defended with a pout.

He knows there’s a flaw in his defense. Of course, you’ll be friends with a lot of beautiful people; you’re basically brothers with Tony Stark. You’re smart, funny, and beautiful too. Naturally, people gravitate toward you.

Nat put her hand up to silence Clint. Clint and Steve followed her gaze back towards the field where a certain blonde, wearing the same black and red uniform jogged towards you and tackled you in a hug. Nat watched as said blonde didn’t let go, and worst of all casually planted a soft kiss against the side of your face; dangerously close to your mouth.

“That’s Sara Lance, heiress to Lance Corp in Star City. Y/N’s last real ex-girlfriend,” Maria suddenly spoke beside her. “Also, I’m sure you’d like to know, she declared she came here to win Y/N back.”

Nat balled her fist before walking towards Tony’s side of the pit.

***

“Give me a uniform,” Nat demanded.

Tony laughed so hard, you heard it from across the field.

“I had a feeling you’ll want to be on my team,” he said before handing Nat a shirt with your last name on it.

Nat quirked an eyebrow.

“How am I supposed to know you’re coming back in time for the game? This is Y/N’s new uniform but she insisted on wearing her old one. So you can have this one,” Tony explained.

Steve face-palmed at the sheer dumb excuse but also the ingenuity of it. Stark has a parent-trapping game, Steve can give him that.

***

The game was supposed to be a ‘friendly’ match between the two tech giants but for some reason that escaped you, it was intense from the start. Sara refused to be subbed by Maria and played head to head against Natasha, which you definitely didn’t know played soccer.

“I didn’t know you play,” you panted out as you run the ball towards the goal with Nat running close beside you.

“You don’t know a lot of things about me,” Nat said as she tries to run and tackle you.

You scrunch your brow together but didn’t stop running. Before Nat can make try to take you down again, Sara came barrelling towards her; allowing you to run freely to your goal.

Score for Lance Corp! Amaya, Zari and Gideon crowded towards you. So you were unable to see Nat and Sara glaring at each other as they dust their uniforms off.

“So, you’re the Natasha Y/N can’t stop talking about,” Sara said candidly. “I’m Sara Lance, Y/N’s girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend,” Natasha said deathly calm but Sara was never known to be easily scared.

Sara smirked. “Maybe but not for long,” she said confidently before running away to join your little group hug.

Nat frowned deeper as she watches Sara pull your body against her lit form and you seemingly unperturbed about it.

“Take her word seriously,” Tony said suddenly from behind Natasha. “If Lance is here to take Y/N back, she will do it. She’s smart and tenacious. So, play your cards right.”

“Play your cards right? That’s your advice?” Steve questioned incredulously. “I think you should just ask her out after the game.”

“Trust me, Y/N can’t be wooed by flowers, chocolates, and fancy dinner. People tried,” Tony said after rolling his eyes.

Maria sighed, which prompted everyone to look at her. “Got unsolicited advice for me, Hill?” Nat asked teasingly.

“Stop running away,” Maria said as she stood and get ready to get back on the field. “You kissed her and then disappeared for a week. You made her feel like you didn’t want her.”

The three gaped and watched the elusive Deputy Director as she runs back to the field and high-five you. Steve patted Nat’s shoulder before jogging back in too.

“I guess Hill trumps all our advice. Now come on, we have asses to kick,” Tony relented.

***

The game ended with Stark Industries winning, Nat wanted to gloat but none of the Lance Corp women seem to mind losing at all.

“Congratulations,” you whispered behind Nat. Nat tried to suppress the shiver but it was too late, she knew you saw it by the smirk on your face. She smiled at you.

“Thanks. This would have been more fun if you played in our team,” Nat said crossing her arms in front of her chest.

You shook your head. “You don’t mean that. I know you like that you bested me,” you said smiling.

Nat glanced at you before grinning. “You’re right. I did,” she admitted.

Your heart seemed to flutter every time Nat smiles at you like that. You wanted to say something, you wanted to pour your heart out to her at that moment but Sara yelled for you. Nat sighed heavily, and you gave her a sheepish smile. Sara yelled your name again, now louder and closer. Before you turned around you, Nat reached out and held your hand.

“Lance, stop yelling. I heard you the first time,” you said casually.

Sara ignored you and zeroed in on your joined hand. You tried not to squirm as the two sized up each other. Suddenly the room felt too quiet.

“Did you need anything urgent, Lance?” Nat snapped.

Sara peeled her eyes off your hands in Natasha and smiled sweetly. “Care to show this girl a good time?”

Nat rolled her eyes as Sara blatantly ignores her and flirts with you. You wanted to say that the city only became fun when you met Natasha. You wanted to tell Sara that fun isn’t about drinking yourself to stupor anymore, or getting high on your boat while you two cross the Atlantic. Instead, fun is making breakfast together with Natasha, training and kicking each other’s butt in the gym, sneaking out in the middle of the day to get a massage with Natasha, napping and cuddling Natasha, going on coffee dates with Natasha.

You wanted to say all that but your friends from Lance Corp came all the way from Star City to spend time with you and Tony. The least you both can do was show them a good time. You caught Tony’s eyes behind Sara, he smiled at you. The kind of smile that says, ‘I got a plan’. Sara caught the interaction and she knew they’re in for a long night.

“Get ready to party, Lance,” you said grinning.

***

The Avengers are not new to Stark parties. What they - especially Natasha - wasn’t ready for was you on party mode wearing the skinniest leather pants, tight black backless halter top, and boots. You arrived fashionably late with Maria.

“Mission accomplishes, agent,” Maria whispered as she watches Nat and Sara practically drooling the moment they laid eyes on you. You ducked your head to hide the faint blush creeping up to your neck and cheeks. Dressing up was Maria’s idea.

Nat was about to stand and walk towards you but Sara beat her to it.

“Patience, little spider,” Tony sat crossed leg beside Nat the moment Maria joined their table without you.

Nat turned to look for you and she nearly crushed the glass on her hand when she saw you dancing with Sara. It doesn’t help that Sara’s not only standing way too close but she also has her hand secured against your hips. Sara caught Nat’s eyes from across the dimly lit ballroom. It almost took every ounce of her self control not to go there and claim you but she didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

Nat breathed in deep before taking a swig of her drink. Tony’s right, she has to be patient. Unfortunately for Nat, Sara was planned to monopolize you all night. Two hours after you arrived but Nat still hasn’t had the chance to at least talk to you. She had to step out.

***

When Nat opened the door to the back of the club, she was surprised to see you leaning casually on the adjacent wall; a bottle of water in hand.

“Took you long enough,” you chirped before opening the bottled water in your hand.

Nat scrunched her eyebrows. “What? How?” she stuttered out.

You smirked at her over the rim of the water bottle. “You’re not the only stealthy one, Tasha,” you said an octave lower than your speaking voice.

Nat bristled, “I thought you were with Sara?” She didn’t even try to hide the edge and tightness in her voice.

“I was then I missed you,” you said earnestly before walking towards her.

You left two feet between you. She didn’t say something for a minute, she just continued to frown at you.

You studied her for a minute before you decided that Nat’s really not in a bad mood. “Aw, are you jealous?”, you teased lightly.

Nat frowned deeper. The blatant ‘no’ is at the tip of her tongue but she didn’t want to lie, not to you; never to you. She held your eye before whispering a breathy, “yes.”

You stood toe-to-toe with her. You cupped her face on both of your hands. Nat held her breathe. “There’s nothing to be jealous about, Tasha.”

Nat couldn’t help it any longer. She pulled you by your hands on her face and wrapped you in a hug. You chuckled before wrapping your arms around her steady shoulders.

“I love you, Y/N,” Nat blurted out.

She expected you to freeze at the mention of the words. After all, you’re both allergic to love but it didn’t come. You stayed relaxed in her arms, and she can feel you smiling over her shoulder. She pulled back a little to look at you.

“I love you too, Tasha,” you said before planting a soft kiss on her cute nose. Nat chuckled, had it been anyone else, she will be annoyed but can’t with you. “Now, let’s go eat. I’m hungry from all that dancing.”

Nat watched you walk out of the alley and into the street for a minute before jogging up to you. “Wait, does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?” you heard her call after you.

“Hurry up or this will be the shortest relationship ever,” you joked.

Nat mocked gasped after catching up to you, just in time for a cab to sidled next to both of you. You were about to reach for the cab door when Nat pulled you back and pulled you in for another bruising kiss.

The cab driver rolled his eyes playfully but waited for both of you nonetheless.

‘Ah! Love’, he thought to himself and smiled.

The kissed lasted for a minute. Only breaking away from each other after the need for air persisted. You peered at Nat’s eyes lovingly. At that moment, on the side of the street with a very patient cab waiting for you, you decided Natasha will be the last woman you’ll ever be with. You’ll make sure of it.

***

Asya let out a soft ‘aww’ and nothing else. You listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing and you knew she has fallen asleep. You smiled down at your little miracle, and just before you could close your eyes your mobile phone vibrated next to you.

Wife: I hope you’re not feeding our daughter junk food. Much. I love you, see you tomorrow.

You: I did not. Much. I miss you, I love you. See you tomorrow. xx

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WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALLLLLLLLLLL. I’m so sad about xiyao, but lets ignore that and enjoy some tender fluffy smut instead.

Rating: Explicit Summary: It's Lan Xichen's first visit to Lanling since Jin Guangyao's ascent to the position of Chief Cultivator the previous month, and with everything he's been through recently, he's perhaps tenser than he otherwise would be, spending a peaceful evening with his dearest friend. Luckily, Jin Guangyao has some ideas about the best ways to relieve stress. (13.7k, a semi-platonic massage leads to MUCH more, top!jgy/bottom!lxc, see AO3 for full tags)

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“Er-Ge, you seem tense.”

Lan Xichen looked up from the cup of tea he was gripping too tightly in his hands and across the small table to Jin Guangyao, who was offering him a kind smile, a look of sincere concern in his eyes.

“My apologies,” Lan Xichen said. He let out a slow breath and tried to ground himself in the moment. He had no reason to be tense just now. It was his first time visiting with Jin Guangyao since the coronation the previous month, and they were having a perfectly lovely time. Dinner had been exquisite, and it was late in the evening now, most of the residents of Carp Tower having retired for the night some time ago. It was likely just them and a handful of patrolling guards who were still awake.

“No need to apologize. I know there’s been a lot on your mind recently,” Jin Guangyao said sympathetically. “Is it anything you’d like to discuss?”

Lan Xichen knew Jin Guangyao was right. The last few months had been... trying. Nie Mingjue’s sudden passing had stricken him deeper than he tried to show, processing his own grief at the loss of his sworn brother while also trying to offer Nie Huaisang support during his untimely transition to sect leader... Lan Wangji was finally out of bed in these last few months, the deep wounds finally healed into permanent scar tissue, his strength far from what it was after three years of being mostly bedridden, and his spirits still so low. The only slight joy he seemed to get was from being with A-Yuan, a relationship that Lan Xichen had spent the last several years mediating, as his uncle had been so set on Lan Wangji’s seclusion as punishment that he had only allowed them brief visits with one another.

And less traumatizing, but still hectic, had been Jin Guangshan’s death the previous month, leaving his only suitable heir, Jin Guangyao, in the new position of sect leader and Chief Cultivator.

He shook his head, offering Jin Guangyao a faint smile. “No, it’s nothing but the same old worries. There’s no sense in discussing it again.”

Jin Guangyao had allowed him to vent his troubles over and over again. They had both lost their sworn brother, and even though Lan Xichen knew there had been tension between Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao, it had been an upsetting time for both of them and it wasn’t a topic he wanted to bring up just now. And Lan Wangji... Lan Xichen had probably talked of his worries over his brother for longer than he’d talked about anything with Jin Guangyao, and right now, he’d rather not trouble him again with more of the same.

“Then... would you mind if I...?” Jin Guangyao trailed off, but motioned across the table towards him, and even without finishing the question, Lan Xichen already thought he knew what Jin Guangyao was asking.

Lan Xichen gave Jin Guangyao a slightly more easy smile and a nod, and Jin Guangyao pushed himself up elegantly from his seat and rounded the table, kneeling behind him. Just a moment later, Jin Guangyao’s hands gently moved his hair forward over one shoulder and found their way to his shoulders, where they began kneading into the flesh in a familiar movement.

It wasn’t the first time Jin Guangyao had done such a thing for him. Years ago, when Lan Xichen had fled the Cloud Recesses with as many sacred scrolls as he could take with him, Jin Guangyao had been the one to keep hidden him away at a very high risk to himself, and more than that... he’d taken care of him. Lan Xichen was by no means helpless, of course, he’d helped where he could, but... Jin Guangyao had brought him meals and washed his clothes and had even gone so far as to massage him like this more than once, when he could tell that stressful times were becoming a bit too much for Lan Xichen to bear.

A soft breath pushed out of him as Jin Guangyao’s thumb pressed into a knot of tension at the back of his neck, and he issued a polite refusal, “This isn’t necessary, A-Yao.”

Even after so many years, Lan Xichen felt that Jin Guangyao’s formal gestures towards him were still too grand. Lan Xichen had never seen Jin Guangyao as someone lesser than himself, and he hoped that after so long, and after so much had changed, that Jin Guangyao still didn’t see their difference as such.

“I know, Er-Ge, but please, allow me. It eases my troubles to ease yours” Jin Guangyao replied, warm and insistent. His hands continued to move in practiced motions, fingers rubbing and pressing in tight circles as he continued almost casually, “Perhaps it’s too many years spent as a servant to others, but I’m not yet used to being waited on the way I am now. I can’t say I envy my past self, and it’s not a life I want to return to, but... this is something I enjoy doing for you.”

Lan Xichen let out a soft breath, something not quite a laugh, but an amused sound, and he smiled a bit more easily than before. He replied, “If that’s truly how you feel, then I won’t stop you. Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it,” Jin Guangyao replied softly, before investing himself in his task.

Lan Xichen simply... didn’t want to take advantage of Jin Guangyao, who had been nothing but the dearest of friends to him for so many years, and had been trodden on so many times by others... Lan Xichen never wished to treat Jin Guangyao that way. But if this was truly something he wanted to do, then Lan Xichen would be a fool to refuse him.

Especially because this was something Jin Guangyao was quite good at. Lan Xichen chose not to consider where Jin Guangyao had picked up the art of massage but... he had indeed picked it up somewhere. His hands moved rhythmically over Lan Xichen’s neck and shoulders and upper arms--he seemed to know exactly where Lan Xichen’s tension was being held and would dig his fingertips and knuckles in to just the right spot at just the right pressure, forcing out a dull ache until the muscle felt loose and limp, before he would move to his next target spot.

Lan Xichen felt himself relaxing more and more with each passing moment. His scalp tingled pleasantly, his troubles all but melting away little by little as Jin Guangyao’s hands moved from his shoulders down to his back, pressing in along his spine and kneading firmly into the strong muscles. It was impossible then not to think about how... intimate this was. They were alone in Jin Guangyao’s private chambers, where they likely would be undisturbed until morning. The room was dim, warmly lit by the glow of a few scattered candles, the faint smell of jasmine tea lingering in the air, and it was quiet outside of the soft swish of skin and fabric and... by comparison, the much more prominent sound of Lan Xichen’s soft exhales and hitched breaths with each new knot that Jin Guangyao discovered and worked away.

His head leaned forward, his shoulders relaxed, his hands sitting loosely in his lap. He could feel the warmth of Jin Guangyao’s figure behind him, and... he’d be lying to himself to ignore just how much he liked having Jin Guangyao’s hands on him, how... Lan Xichen wouldn’t have allowed this sort of intimacy from anyone else, and just how special Jin Guangyao was to him. He’d be lying to say he hadn’t ever considered what something more would be like, despite knowing the impossibility of such a thing. It didn’t stop him from dreaming, of course, didn’t stop his thoughts from wandering now or in the late hours, alone in his bed about what the heat of someone’s, a certain someone’s, hands or lips might just feel like...

Lan Xichen was so buried in the thoughts that he didn’t realize what he was feeling at first, didn’t process that Jin Guangyao had leaned in closer to him, and... that there was a pair of warm lips pressed to the back of his neck, just above the collar of his robes.

A shiver ran down his spine, and his previously relaxed pulse picked up as he processed what he was feeling, as the heat of the gesture overtook him. He was almost breathless as he gasped out a soft, “A-Yao?”

Jin Guangyao’s lips pulled back from the skin suddenly, but... he didn’t pull away any more than that, his knuckles still pressing into Lan Xichen’s lower back in a relieving motion. “I’m... so sorry, Er-Ge,” he said. Lan Xichen couldn’t see his face, but... he did sound apologetic, and... a bit breathless himself. His volume was low, still desperately intimate, “I’m not sure what came over me. Perhaps I’ve had too much to drink tonight.”

Lan Xichen was well aware that Jin Guangyao had had maybe two cups of liquor with dinner, and while Jin Guangyao had never been a heavy drinker, he wasn’t that much of a lightweight. It felt more like an easy excuse for such a brazen action than anything, though... Lan Xichen found that he suddenly didn’t want Jin Guangyao to have to make any such excuse. He could feel the ghost of Jin Guangyao’s lips where they’d been pressed to his skin and he was certainly going to be haunted by it for quite some time...

Jin Guangyao’s hands slowly moved up Lan Xichen’s back, doing nothing to walk back the deeper intimacy he’d created--and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper as it caressed the shell of his ear. “I didn’t upset you, did I?”

“No,” Lan Xichen practically exhaled, his breath suddenly so high in his chest that he was afraid he’d lose it entirely. “Not at all.”

He was... reeling a bit, his thoughts had been so soft, his body so relaxed, that going from that to this state of tension--not stress tension, but something else, something he’d never quite felt before--was almost like whiplash. He hadn’t fully adjusted, and part of him didn’t want to, even as the motion of Jin Guangyao’s hands on him was trying to provoke him right back into relaxation.

“Not at all?” Jin Guangyao repeated back at him, his voice low and... curious now, almost a purr. It was a tone Lan Xichen wasn’t sure he’d ever heard him use before and it seemed to send a shudder down his spine. “Then... would it upset you if I did it again?”

Lan Xichen felt his heart thud as a sudden heat rose to his cheeks. He could hardly believe the implication, that Jin Guangyao could mean it, but he answered honestly, “It... wouldn’t.”

He only had to wait a second before he felt it again, the soft pressure of Jin Guangyao’s mouth against the skin, almost matching the first kiss exactly, causing the same strange and pleasurable shiver to run down Lan Xichen’s spine as before.

Reacting naturally, Lan Xichen leaned his head forward to expose more of his nape, and even absently reached up to pull his hair more neatly in front of him and out of the way. It was suddenly his highest priority to give Jin Guangyao’s lips as much access to his neck as they would like.

And Jin Guangyao’s lips seemed just as eager to be there as Lan Xichen was to have them. His hands somehow managed to keep up their slow progression of movement over his back, less massaging and more just a gentle up and down tracing of his fingers as his lips pressed softly on and off, scattering slow kisses over every exposed inch of skin.

If Lan Xichen had thought his breathing had been too obvious before, it was near-deafening to his own ears now. His lips had parted early on in the process, his breaths huffing softly between them, his heart fluttering in his chest. Was this... normal? Lan Xichen had never been touched like this before, had never even been kissed before, much less so... intimately. He was both a little light-headed and overwhelmingly enchanted--he felt like... like he was buzzing with delight, teetering on the edge of anticipation as Jin Guangyao’s lips slowly worked towards the exposed side of his neck.

When Jin Guangyao’s hand finally left his back, it was to raise to the collar of his robes and pull them down ever so slightly, allowing Jin Guangyao to press a kiss to the crook of his neck... before Lan Xichen felt the hot flick of tongue against the skin, and he heard himself gasp.

The sound only encouraged Jin Guangyao, and now each of his kisses was followed by a soft tease of the tip of his tongue, as he made his way almost torturously slowly back up his neck, until the kiss was just below his ear, and Jin Guangyao’s mouth lingered there, not only flicking his tongue at the skin, but suckling at the skin a bit as he... reached up with his hand to cradle it against the other side of Lan Xichen’s jaw and gently turn his face towards him.

Lan Xichen felt his body turning more than he actually turned it, adjusting as he felt Jin Guangyao doing the same. The new angle let Jin Guangyao continue forward, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along Lan Xichen’s jaw all the way down to his chin, then up to the corner of his mouth, before...

They hovered over his for just a moment, hesitating before delivering the final blow... and then Jin Guangyao’s lips finally pressed gently to his own.

For a moment, Lan Xichen forgot to breathe or... really to do much of anything. He was stunned, completely and utterly; Jin Guangyao was kissing him, he was being kissed, this was what being kissed felt like, and besides a series of the most inane thoughts imaginable, his head was utterly empty.

When Jin Guangyao pulled back a few seconds later, Lan Xichen expected a pause before being kissed again, but... instead Jin Guangyao’s mouth just hovered over his, his soft exhales brushing Lan Xichen’s lips, and Lan Xichen didn’t realize what he was waiting for... until it finally occurred to him, and this time, he was the one to close the sliver of distance between their lips.

Lan Xichen... didn’t exactly know what he was doing. He’d seen little kissing in his life and had obviously experienced far less, so his face felt warm as Jin Guangyao kissed him and he... followed his lead, moving his mouth back against Jin Guangyao’s in the way he thought was right. Jin Guangyao didn’t pull away again as their lips moved together, and before long their lips were parted and Jin Guangyao’s tongue was between his lips, coaxing his own forward...

Despite his likely sloppy reciprocation, Jin Guangyao kissed him no less passionately, and before Lan Xichen’s thoughts had caught up to the present, Jin Guangyao’s hands were on his neck, tugging at this robes--he pushed Lan Xichen’s outer coat down off his shoulders, and Lan Xichen complied before his hands reached up to press into Jin Guangyao’s hair, knocking his hat from his perch as he let it slump softly to the floor.

The next few minutes were a hazy blur of hands and lips and the slow shedding of their outermost layers, clothing discarded carelessly to the floor as neither of them were willing to break their lips apart long enough to fold them up properly. Lan Xichen had... thought about this, about kissing Jin Guangyao for... for ages, for years, since nearly the first time they had met, and it was awfully sudden to have such an obscure dream coming true before him, softly gasping for air as Jin Guangyao’s tongue slid so masterfully against his own.

More than anything, it was the heat of arousal building beneath his skin that was leaving Lan Xichen more than thoroughly winded, the soft press of his arousal against the soft linen of his pants that was growing less and less soft with each swipe of Jin Guangyao’s tongue and each gentle nip of his teeth against Lan Xichen’s lips.

It was only as Jin Guangyao’s hands started reaching beneath the last layer of his under robe that Lan Xichen finally gathered his thoughts enough to speak up...

“Wait... wait, A-Yao,” he protested softly, while he still had the mental capacity to do so.

Jin Guangyao responded with one final soft kiss before he paused to allow Lan Xichen to speak, though he lingered close, his hand still resting directly on Lan Xichen’s shoulder beneath the robe. When he spoke, his words were patient and caring, “What is it, Er-Ge?”

“We...” Lan Xichen spoke hesitantly, a large part of him not even wanting to voice the thought, for fear the argument in his head was too strong a reason and would actually end what they were doing. “Should we stop?”

Jin Guangyao’s free hair slid up to cradle his jaw delicately. He asked quietly, “Are you not enjoying this?”

Lan Xichen felt his face flush a bit warmer as his thoughts dropped to what was probably obvious evidence of his enjoyment of what they were doing. “No, that’s not it. It’s...” He didn’t want Jin Guangyao to get the wrong impression. He... wanted this. He wanted this more than he’d wanted many things in his life, he just... “I’m not sure it’s... appropriate.”

Maybe more than anything, he wanted to voice his doubts so that he might be talked out of them.

“Appropriate how?” Jin Guangyao questioned curiously, his tone anything but aggressive, as if he was willing to consider whatever argument Lan Xichen wished to present to him.

Lan Xichen, though normally quite articulate, wasn’t even sure he could find the words to put together his fears, about... how this might change things for them, for their clans, for... anything.

“Are you worried for our friendship?” Jin Guangyao asked after a long, quiet moment.

Lan Xichen felt overwhelmingly grateful to have a friend who understood him well enough to put together the pieces when he couldn’t. He nodded faintly, and felt... strangely relieved when he saw Jin Guangyao smile at him.

“Er-Ge, nothing could alter how dearly I hold you in my heart,” he spoke softly, even brushing their lips gently together. “If you’d like this to be just for tonight, then so be it. If it’s a night that bears repeating, my thoughts are the same. I could never think less of you, no matter what happens, and we don’t have to decide now.”

Already, Lan Xichen felt any resolve he might have had softening. He voiced timidly, “And what of our sects? Our reputations? I couldn’t bear for this to hurt you.”

It was Jin Guangyao’s reputation he feared for more than his own; Jin Guangyao was already publicly dragged as the son of a prostitute, already so highly contested, and having just been granted such a high rank... The last thing Lan Xichen wanted was for some scandalous affair to come crashing down on him, causing him to lose everything he'd worked so hard for.

“We’re all alone here,” Jin Guangyao replied reasonably as his thumb stroked Lan Xichen’s cheek. “No one has to know if we don’t want them to. And we’re already sworn brothers, no one’s ever questioned the time we spend alone together.”

It was another sound point, as they had every reason to spend time alone together. If there weren’t already rumors about the two of them sharing some secret relationship, there was no reason for such things to develop in the future, even if this... happened again.

And then it was on to Lan Xichen’s final fear, his final guilt. “And... what of Qin Su? I don’t want to come between you.”

Jin Guangyao had only been married to her for a year or so now, their son had been born not so long ago. Lan Xichen... didn’t want to be a cause for contention between them, and perhaps more so, he didn’t want to force Jin Guangyao into the role of his own father, nothing even close to that. He would never ask Jin Guangyao to leave his beloved wife, and he didn’t want to bring pain to a relationship that seemed so joyous.

Upon hearing his wife’s name, Jin Guangyao’s expression changed to something soft and thoughtful, and he pulled his face back just enough so that their eyes could meet more easily.

“You know I care deeply for Qin Su,” he said, before a smile tugged up the corner of his mouth and danced lightly in his eyes and he continued as if sharing some grand secret. “Just as she knows I care deeply for you.”

Lan Xichen felt his breath hitch at the words, glad for the pause Jin Guangyao gave him to take them in. Perhaps the conclusion of Jin Guangyao’s feelings for him should have been obvious given what they were doing, but... hearing Jin Guangyao directly compare his feelings for his wife to Lan Xichen like that was a bit overwhelming.

“I have no desire to be like those who have come before me,” he said firmly, referencing his father without saying his name. “This isn’t a decision made out of careless lust, and it isn't something I would do with anyone else. Qin Su knows how I feel, and... in this case, for you, she would permit it. So if the thought of her is all that’s holding you back, you can put it from your mind.”

Lan Xichen sighed as the explanation sunk in, easing his tension, and the subtle response made the smile on Jin Guangyao’s face widen affectionately. “That’s just like you, to put the feelings of others before your own,” he said, before his grin turned a bit more sly. “Think selfishly for once, Er-Ge. Do you want to continue?”

His fears and doubts assuaged, Lan Xichen didn’t need to consider his answer long. He managed a smile back and replied, “I do.”

“Good,” Jin Guangyao replied, his thumb brushing sweetly against Lan Xichen’s cheek. “I do too.”

He leaned in and then they were kissing again--and it took hardly any time at all to build up the momentum they’d established earlier. Lan Xichen couldn’t help but wonder if Jin Guangyao had been waiting for and wanting this moment as long as he had, though he certainly wasn’t going to take time away from their kissing to ask.

It didn’t take Jin Guangyao long to get back to the task he’d been distracted from, and before Lan Xichen knew it, Jin Guangyao’s hands were slipping beneath the last layers of his robe again. His fingertips danced over the skin, and he only teased so nicely for a moment before he was pushing the robe down over his shoulders, Lan Xichen prying his own arms from around Jin Guangyao to let it fall to the floor with the rest of his clothes.

Immediately afterwards, his hands were on Jin Guangyao again, fingers threading up into his hair while the other hand snaked around Jin Guangyao’s back beneath his own already opened robes. He held onto him as Jin Guangyao’s hands began exploring his chest with abandon, tracing up and down of the firm lines of his muscles, fingertips brushing lightly over his nipples and causing an unexpectedly thrilling sensation that shocked a gasp out of him and made Jin Guangyao’s fingers linger there. Though Lan Xichen’s dizziness had nearly faded before, as Jin Guangyao’s fingertips rubbed over and lightly twisted at the buds on his chest, Lan Xichen found the sensation quickly returning--he shocked even himself as a particularly sharp tug made him let out a short whimper into Jin Guangyao’s mouth.

While one hand stayed behind to keep toying with the nipple that only seemed to be getting more sensitive, the other gently traced down Lan Xichen’s chest, before moving instead to rub at Lan Xichen’s thigh.

Though it would have been nearly impossible to ignore his growing erection, especially considering Lan Xichen was certain he’d never been this aroused before, having Jin Guangyao’s hand pressing to the muscle so close to it now was nearly enough to make Lan Xichen quake, his body practically aching for the contact denied to it for so long.

As if he sensed this, Jin Guangyao didn’t tease him for long--in fact, just a moment later, Lan Xichen gasped sharply as he felt the heat of Jin Guangyao’s hand rubbing over him through the last thin bit of fabric separating them.

“May I take care of this, Er-Ge?” he asked, his voice so hot and breathless against Lan Xichen’s lips that the sound of it alone made Lan Xichen’s head spin. “Nothing would make me happier than to please you.”

Jin Guangyao’s hand lingered right where it was, gently cradled around the shaft of his cock, not moving at all--and Lan Xichen realized quickly enough that Jin Guangyao was waiting for his answer.

“Yes,” he gasped out softly, his voice tinged with a bit more desperation than he’d expected, before adding, “please.”

Jin Guangyao pressed a quick kiss to his lips before he started to trail away again--though it suddenly became that much harder to focus on where Jin Guangyao’s mouth was going as his hand started to slowly stroke the length of his erection, the heat almost unbearable even through his pants. After all, Lan Xichen had never been touched like this by another; he only rarely touched himself. This wasn’t the sort of stimulation he was used to receiving, so he couldn't help but find it thrilling now.

Meanwhile, Jin Guangyao’s mouth was laying a new trail of kisses down over Lan Xichen’s chest, his lips moving down inch by inch, kissing over his abdomen, his navel... before kissing the head of his cock through his pants, and making Lan Xichen’s eyes widen as he realized just what Jin Guangyao was planning.

Lan Xichen was inexperienced, but he wasn’t completely naive. Public displays of affection were non-existent in the Cloud Recesses, much less anything more... but Lan Lan Xichen had done his fair share of travelling, and he’d learned of more than just bloodshed during the war, stumbling upon more than one pair of soldiers seeking relief in one another after so much weary combat. Plus, no matter how his uncle tried to prevent and confiscate it, there had always been pornography in the Cloud Recesses and probably always would be. Lan Xichen had even accidentally found his brother’s own collection when he’d been searching his room for some text that was missing from the library (and had probably spent longer browsing the quite explicit art than he would ever care to admit).

Needless to say, he wasn’t confused about Jin Guangyao’s intentions as his friend carefully untied the front of his pants and reverently freed Lan Xichen’s erection from inside, but... he was in awe. What he’d expected when this began, he couldn’t say for sure, but he wouldn’t have guessed at Jin Guangyao’s desire to do this for him, wouldn’t have guessed he’d see such a pleased smile on his friend’s face as his lips descended to press a faint kiss to the tip of his cock, though even such a light touch left Lan Xichen gasping for air.

Jin Guangyao took his time pressing his lips all up and down the shaft, as if he’d been given a very precious gift, as if he were set on cherishing every inch of the offering standing before him--and it was perhaps that as much as the contact itself that was making Lan Xichen’s cheeks burn, that Jin Guangyao wasn’t just doing this for him, but that he seemed elated to do it, as if Lan Xichen was the one doing something for him and not the other way around.

Lan Xichen was quickly reduced to panting as he watched Jin Guangyao moving over him, eyes fixated, his hand eventually moving to press through the silky strands of Jin Guangyao’s hair, combing it back from his face so that Lan Xichen could keep it in view as much as possible as Jin Guangyao looked... almost serene in his movements, the trace of a smile lingering on his lips, his eyes half-closed... He looked as though if he were a cat, he’d be purring--and when a drop of pearly precum appeared at the tip of his cock, Jin Guangyao moved eagerly to lick it away with a flick of his tongue, making Lan Xichen’s breath stutter all over again.

As if this were a true indulgence for him, Jin Guangyao then took another long moment to trace the same pathways with his tongue, dragging it almost torturously slowly from the base to the tip, before he began to lap teasingly at the head, careful to lick up every drop of precum Lan Xichen spared. He chose a few spots to suckle lightly at, one spot near the base of his cock, then one just underneath the head that nearly made Lan Xichen see fireworks as Jin Guangyao’s tongue rubbed assertively against it.

Dazedly, Lan Xichen almost wondered how Jin Guangyao could so thoroughly know what he was doing--though he quickly realized how pointless such a question probably was. Despite never holding Jin Guangyao’s background against him, Lan Xichen was still aware of it. Lan Xichen couldn’t be certain of what Jin Guangyao was exposed to being raised in a brothel, but between that and the personal experience he most certainly had, it wasn’t nearly so much of a stretch to assume that Jin Guangyao would have some idea as to what he was doing.

When Jin Guangyao finally saw fit to wrap his lips around him, Lan Xichen’s vision nearly whited out for a second--he never could have imagined what such a thing could feel like, the inside of Jin Guangyao’s mouth so intensely hot that Lan Xichen had the fleeting impression that he somehow might have been burned, though as soon as Jin Guangyao started to suck at the head just a moment later, any worry of such of thing was quickly pushed away. The only thing Lan Xichen’s mind had space for was bliss, was Jin Guangyao’s tongue rubbing pointedly over the head of his cock, before his lips were sinking down to take Lan Xichen deeper into his mouth, bobbing his lips over the top half while his hand wrapped comfortably around the lower. After just a few seconds, the two halves began working together--and then working in earnest--stroking and sucking in tandem.

Though he’d been trying to continue watching Jin Guangyao’s dedicated efforts, Lan Xichen’s eyes squeezed shut, out of his control. After being strung along for so long, the orgasm was approaching quickly, and while part of Lan Xichen wanted to wallow in this moment of all-consuming ecstasy for hours, he knew he’d have no such luck. Quickly, his breaths became tainted with sound, soft, desperate moans and just a moment or so later, he gasped out a raspy warning, “A-Yao, I’m-”

He interrupted himself with a moan, pushing back the orgasm just a few seconds longer--though Jin Guangyao didn’t pull away, retreating only enough so that he was suckling on the head, and then suckling even harder until--

Lan Xichen came with a harder sound, muffled by his closed lips, fingers gripping involuntarily tighter for a few seconds on Jin Guangyao’s hair as he released into Jin Guangyao’s beckoning mouth.

When he managed to force his eyes open a half-second later, he saw Jin Guangyao eyeing the table, or perhaps more specifically one of the cups on the table, considerately... before the look on his face settled on acceptance and... after sliding his lips off of Lan Xichen’s cock, Lan Xichen realized he’d swallowed, making the heat on Lan Xichen’s face burn brightly once more.

Jin Guangyao sat up, one hand braced on Lan Xichen’s thigh as he leaned in. He reached up to delicately push a bit of Lan Xichen’s hair back behind his ear before gently nuzzling his cheek, all his movements soft and sweet as he let Lan Xichen catch his breath for a bit. He scattered kisses over his cheek and jaw, but... seemed to avoid going back to Lan Xichen’s lips for a reason that wasn’t immediately apparent to Lan Xichen.

Wanting to kiss him properly again, Lan Xichen turned his head to press his mouth more boldly to Jin Guangyao’s and didn’t hesitate to part his lips, to brush his tongue forward the way Jin Guangyao had done to him earlier to encourage the kiss to deepen, and though Jin Guangyao seemed surprised, he gave in a second later--and the unexpected and faintly bitter taste on Jin Guangyao’s tongue answered the question he hadn’t asked as Lan Xichen realized with a flurried rush of his pulse that he was tasting himself.

Lan Xichen felt flustered all over again, his mouth hesitating for a split second as he swallowed the realization... but the hesitation quickly passed as he let his tongue press more confidently against Jin Guangyao’s, kissing him deeper. If Jin Guangyao was willing to do such a thing for him, it felt nothing less than ungrateful to avoid kissing him afterward.

They kissed heatedly for a moment or so more while Lan Xichen regained a bit of his composure, though he was far from unaware of Jin Guangyao’s state, could see the shape of his cock just as clearly beneath his pants just as Lan Xichen’s had been not so long ago, and while he didn’t know if he could be so bold as to take him into his mouth just yet, he longed to touch him, wanted to give Jin Guangyao the same pleasure he’d been given.

Lan Xichen reached his hands forward, where they settled briefly on Jin Guangyao’s hips, fingertips stroking over the bare skin as he gathered his nerve... after a moment, he let his hand drift across Jin Guangyao’s lap, until he could feel the shape of Jin Guangyao’s cock beneath his palm.

Jin Guangyao didn’t seem nearly so shaken by the sensation as Lan Xichen had been, but he did moan encouragingly into Lan Xichen’s mouth, his fingers pressing back into Lan Xichen’s hair as his tongue pressed a bit deeper into his mouth. Lan Xichen’s hand began to experimentally rub along the shaft, feeling it... firm up a bit more beneath his hand, and after a moment, Jin Guangyao’s hips started to press forward into the contact, lifting up until he was up on his knees in front of Lan Xichen, Lan Xichen’s head tilted back to continue being so thoroughly kissed as his hand continued to stroke Jin Guangyao, wondering when he should reach inside...

Before he could spend much time thinking about it, he felt Jin Guangyao gently guiding him up onto his knees to meet him--and before Lan Xichen’s hand could do much else, Jin Guangyao had slid it away from his cock and around to his back, his own arm wrapping around Lan Xichen in turn to pull their bodies flush together.

Somehow, feeling Jin Guangyao’s arousal pressing firmly against him was... just as intimate as holding it against his hand, and though his own cock had gone semi-soft after coming, he found it stiffening once more at the brand new sensation.

The kiss continued as Jin Guangyao’s arms wrapped around him, and Lan Xichen did his part in helping to press their bodies flush, the heat of Jin Guangyao’s skin pressed all along his chest its own reward.

Jin Guangyao’s hands began to move again, fingertips dancing lightly all along his back, moving up as they started to rub circles into his muscles once more, before then began to work their way back down, to his lower back and then... Lan Xichen’s attention was almost solely focused on Jin Guangyao’s hands as they slipped beneath the lowered waist of his pants to cup the curve of his ass, and when they squeezed, even the rather gentle pressure was enough to make Lan Xichen moan as his cock gave an eager twitch and his hips pressed forward.

He... he thought he knew where this was going, where Jin Guangyao’s hands were heading. His mind almost reeled to think of it, because... he could probably count the times he’d seriously thought of the two of them together on both hands, having believed such a thing would never come to pass, and when he’d fantasized about it, their activities had usually just involved the eager exploration of yearning mouths and hands. Lan Xichen knew there was more, of course, he’d just never gone so far as to dream of it, to think about... who would be doing what or touching who where, but...

He couldn’t say he had any complaints about this. Jin Guangyao seemed to know what he was doing in a way that Lan Xichen didn’t and Lan Xichen trusted him implicitly to do whatever it was he had in mind.

Besides, Lan Xichen would be lying to say he wasn’t desperately interested to... find out what it would feel like, to experience the sensation of having something or... someone inside.

So Lan Xichen almost expected it as Jin Guangyao’s fingers moved inward, as his fingertips nearly ghosted along the space between his cheeks, seemingly gauging Lan Xichen’s reaction... which was overwhelmingly positive, his breath catching again, a soft sort of whimper escaping his mouth as he was caught off guard at the arousal such a sensation caused.

Jin Guangyao’s fingers traced back over the cleft a second time, more firmly than before but still not pressing between them, and Lan Xichen felt his grip on Jin Guangyao tightening a bit more.

The kiss turned softer, lighter, and Jin Guangyao pulled away as little as possible to ask in that same low voice as before, “Have you ever been touched here?”

Lan Xichen shivered faintly, feeling his cheeks heat up again as he answered, “No.”

Jin Guangyao bit gently at his lip, his hips shifting forward and briefly drawing Lan Xichen’s attention down to where their cocks were pressed closed together. “Really?” Jin Guangyao pressed with a sort of curious amusement as the fingertip moved lightly up and down. Though Lan Xichen’s eyes were closed, he didn’t need to look to hear the playful smile in his voice. “Not even on your own? You weren’t ever curious enough to try?”

Lan Xichen realized suddenly he was being teased and he let out a breathless huff, feeling himself smiling in spite of the tingle of pleasure creeping up his spine. “Really, A-Yao, I haven’t,” he confirmed, mocking a touch of indignation to play along, “but you say it as though you have.”

Jin Guangyao let out his own light laugh and stole a quick kiss, before he confessed simply, “Perhaps because I have.”

Though Lan Xichen was going to offer no protest to the placement or... future placement of Jin Guangyao’s fingers... he couldn’t say that the thought of Jin Guangyao in bed, touching and fingering himself was any less an inciting mental picture. He huffed out another breath, though this one had far less to do with amusement and far more to do with arousal.

“It can be... quite sensual,” Jin Guangyao said, his voice taking on a more serious, breathless tone once again as he pressed a few more kisses on and off, his fingertip applying just the faintest bit of pressure between Lan Xichen’s cheeks. “I can show you, if you’d like. Would you... allow me that honor, Er-Ge?”

The lead up, the question was... no surprise; Lan Xichen had seen it coming ever since Jin Guangyao had moved his hands... yet actually hearing Jin Guangyao ask him in such a formal way left him a little stunned. It was hard to put into words, but it felt... Jin Guangyao made it feel like Lan Xichen was giving him some monumental gift, like letting Jin Guangyao touch him in such a way was the highest favor he could be granted. Though nothing would change Lan Xichen’s mind, it made a decision Lan Xichen had already committed to... feel more precious suddenly, made the choice seem... more intimate.

Fighting past the stupor, he nodded vaguely, before he sucked in a breath and forced out a soft, “Yes.”

Jin Guangyao kissed him deeply again, and Lan Xichen all but melted into him. His arms slid up over Jin Guangyao’s shoulders, looping behind his back, as Jin Guangyao’s hands... actually moved away from behind him, and instead moved to the waist of his pants, where they slide the fabric down slowly of the curve of his ass, until the pants fell easily to the floor, pooling around his knees.

Then Jin Guangyao’s hands were back on his ass again, squeezing and massaging for a brief moment, before Lan Xichen once again felt Jin Guangyao’s fingers tracing down over the cleft... He pressed between them and when his fingers rubbed a firm circle against Lan Xichen’s entrance, Lan Xichen felt a deep shudder roll through him--his hips jerked forward for friction, before immediately rolling back towards Jin Guangyao’s fingers, unsure which stimulation he wanted more.

Either way, Jin Guangyao delivered. His hips pressed firmly against Lan Xichen’s, while his fingers rubbed boldly, tracing a few circles against the rim, before swiping them up and down in a slow, steady motion. It was... strange, but exhilarating, to have Jin Guangyao touching him in such a private place, and... Lan Xichen could feel the arousal building beneath his skin all over again, as his breaths once more grew heavy. Despite not even knowing what to expect, his body was still eager for it.

“How does it feel?” Jin Guangyao asked tenderly, just as his fingertip applied a bit of pressure, sinking inside the tiniest fraction before retreating--a sensation by itself that was enough to punch the breath out of Lan Xichen.

As if already knowing the answer, there was another smile in Jin Guangyao’s voice as he asked, “Would you like more?”

Lan Xichen didn’t bother speaking up this time; he nodded, and Jin Guangyao replied with a few short kisses before he started to pull away.

Gaining a bit of clarity, he felt Jin Guangyao gently moving the pants at his knees, and when he realized what he was doing, he quickly helped him remove them, pushing them aside with the rest of his clothing. Being completely nude left him feeling... oddly vulnerable--though it was mostly odd because of how intense the feeling suddenly was, despite having hardly any less coverage than he’d had a moment ago... although that was perhaps also enhanced by the reminder that Jin Guangyao still had his pants and open top on, having not nearly as much exposed skin as Lan Xichen now did.

With one final kiss... Jin Guangyao suddenly stood up and crossed to the wardrobe in his room, bending down to open one of the drawers as Lan Xichen watched him curiously. It didn’t take him long, and a moment later, he was returning to kneel back down with Lan Xichen, a small clay jar in hand. He opened the jar and tipped it over, pouring a clear, shiny substance generously over his fingers before setting the jar aside carefully.

Lan Xichen didn’t ask what it was--but he didn’t need to, as Jin Guangyao quickly resumed their earlier arrangement. He leaned in to kiss Lan Xichen and he pulled their bodies close together just as before, and when Jin Guangyao’s fingers returned to his entrance, Lan Xichen could feel the way they slid easily against the skin as they rubbed the slick substance amply over the rim. The texture of the oil between Jin Guangyao’s fingers and his entrance was a whole new sensation to suddenly get used to, but Jin Guangyao didn’t spare him much time before one of his fingertips was again pressing up against Lan Xichen’s hole, and without much effort, the digit slipped past the rim.

The finger pressed inside slowly, wiggling and rocking only as much as it needed to--Lan Xichen was no expert, of course, but... it seemed to go in without much trouble. It didn’t take long to feel the base of Jin Guangyao’s hand against his entrance, and as the finger started to rock in and out of his hole casually, there wasn’t any discomfort. It... was an unusual sensation, nothing like Lan Xichen had ever felt before, small and certainly intimate... and it was probably the awareness of the touch being erotic that aroused him as much as the slight actual sensation did.

Either way, though the kiss had definitely grown sloppy as it suffered from his split attention, he was able to keep it up, arms finding a comfortable place around Jin Guangyao’s shoulders as his finger moved inside, nice and slow for a while... before he started to speed up the pace a bit.

“If it gets to be too much, or if you don’t like it, tell me,” Jin Guangyao breathed against his lips, the words just barely audible over the soft huffs of Lan Xichen’s breathing. “One protest, one whisper from you, Er-Ge, and I’ll stop.”

Maybe Lan Xichen was just hearing things... but there was almost an edge of desperation in Jin Guangyao’s voice, as if stopping was the last thing he would ever want to do, and as the finger started to move a little faster... Lan Xichen was starting to feel like it was the last thing he’d want Jin Guangyao to do as well.

“One word and it’s done,” Jin Guangyao continued, his voice just as heady. The finger pressed in deep, and swirled around slowly inside of him, which was an even more curious sensation. “I only want to pleasure you.”

The finger slid all the way out then, and Lan Xichen felt... two fingertips pressed at his hole this time. Just as slowly as the first time, both fingers started pressing--it didn’t seem to take much more effort to get them inside, but... the slight stretch was more obvious now. One finger had felt strange but almost negligible, two fingers... as they pressed in deeper, spread his hole more... there was nothing negligible about it now. Lan Xichen’s hips arched back a little into the sensation as Jin Guangyao’s fingers rocked in a little more gradually, filling him up a little at a time.

He realized suddenly that he’d stopped kissing Jin Guangyao, the movement faltering as he adjusted to the new sensation, but as Jin Guangyao found a slow pace to thrust his fingers at, Lan Xichen pressed his lips to Jin Guangyao’s again, all too happy to get back to kissing him.

It felt... it felt good. There was a slow, steady ripple of pleasure at having his rim stretched, and at the pressure of the fingers moving inside, and it wasn’t hard for Lan Xichen to understand why someone would enjoy the sensation. It wasn’t the intense feeling of having Jin Guangyao’s mouth on his cock, but it was certainly a welcome feeling.

He was forced to eat the words almost immediately after thinking them.

The angle of Jin Guangyao’s fingers had been adjusting slightly as they moved and as they pressed more firmly against the front wall inside, Lan Xichen’s entire body seemed to go rigged at the sudden deep satisfaction of whatever Jin Guangyao had found. And of course, his reaction to the touch was painfully obvious with the way he’d tensed up and his breath had stuttered.

Jin Guangyao bit playfully at his lip, then decided to show no mercy.

His fingers continued to thrust at that delicious angle, stretching the rim as they pressed in deep, and grazing over the spot that quickly had Lan Xichen on the verge of quaking with... whatever it was doing to him. Whatever calm he’d gained at the gentle pace of a single digit was quickly shirked away as Jin Guangyao’s fingers moved inside of him.

He tried to keep up with the kiss at first, but it didn’t take long before his focus was pulled away, especially as Jin Guangyao moved his fingers quicker, purposefully provoking the sensation that seemed to somehow echo through his entire lower body. Lan Xichen soon needed his mouth for breathing more than he needed it for kissing, his exhales becoming helplessly tainted with sound as his head started to feel like it... like it was fogging over, like the unfamiliar sensation of intoxication making his head swim as Jin Guangyao’s fingers kept working.

After just a moment, Lan Xichen felt Jin Guangyao’s free hand at the back of his head. It gently guided his face down to the crook of Jin Guangyao’s neck, cradling it there lovingly. Through the growing haze of the arousal, he felt Jin Guangyao nuzzling into his hair gently as he soothed, “I’ve got you, Er-Ge. Just hold onto me.”

Lan Xichen did as he was told, his arms securing themselves around Jin Guangyao’s shoulders, letting his face get comfortable in the heat at the curve of Jin Guangyao’s neck--and as soon as he’d settled into this new position, Lan Xichen realized Jin Guangyao had actually still been showing him quite a bit of mercy until then.

His fingers gave up the charade of thrusting entirely, instead just pressing inside as much as they needed so that his fingertips were pressed right up against the most sensitive spot, and now, instead of brushing past it with each thrust... they started rubbing over it in the most pointed way possible.

Instantly, a moan punched out of him, barely muffled by Jin Guangyao’s skin, his arms tightening around Jin Guangyao as desperately as if someone were going to try to pull him out of his grip--though he couldn’t honestly say what he was thinking, if anything, because suddenly all there was, the only thing was the overwhelming pressure of Jin Guangyao’s fingers inside of him, moving back and forth, up and down, rubbing circles mercilessly against the spot until Lan Xichen’s head was absolutely spinning, until he was sure that holding onto Jin Guangyao was the only thing keeping him upright as his entire body seemed to be trembling under the onslaught.

“Shhhh, shhhh,” Jin Guangyao hushed him gently, making Lan Xichen finally aware of all the noise he was making, the breathless whimpers and shaking moans pouring from his mouth. Not wanting the sound to travel beyond their room, he instantly tried to suppress the noise to deep, rushed breaths and though it was still far from silent, it would have to be enough.

Jin Guangyao’s hand stroked Lan Xichen’s hair delicately, in such sharp contrast to the sensation his fingers were causing down below and already Lan Xichen felt like an overripe fruit, one soft bite away from bursting, he felt overheated and dizzied, felt like he was on the verge of drowning in a pleasure the likes of which he’d never even imagined before...

And then Jin Guangyao’s hips pressed close to his again, and his fingertips rubbed even quicker inside of him--and there was nothing Lan Xichen could do to limit the desperate sound that rolled out of him as the orgasm seized him, the sensation somehow deeper than the first one had been, like it was punching out of him from the base of his spine, like it was echoing through his entire abdomen as his body tensed with it, his hole clenching tightly around the fingers inside.

When the orgasm released him, it was like someone had cut the strings that had been holding him up; he practically collapsed his whole weight against Jin Guangyao, who managed quite impressively to keep them from toppling over onto the floor, though it did take him a few seconds to regain his balance with the new weight leaning into him.

Jin Guangyao let out a soft laugh as his hand went back to stroking Lan Xichen’s hair, and Lan Xichen... felt a dazed smile curling at the corner of his lips in spite of himself.

“Er-Ge, you seemed to enjoy that even more than I’d hoped,” he said, his tone faintly playful again as he scattered a few kisses against Lan Xichen’s head.

Lan Xichen huffed out a breath, the most laughter he could manage when his head was still swimming. “I think you’re underestimating yourself, A-Yao,” he protested faintly. “Perhaps you’re better at this then you’ve let on.”

“Perhaps,” Jin Guangyao replied ambiguously with another light laugh. “Either way, I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“You--ah,” Lan Xichen interrupted himself with a gasp as he suddenly felt Jin Guangyao’s fingers starting to move inside of him again, the slowest possible slide in and out as they seemed careful to avoid directly pressing into the stimulating spot inside. Even still, it was hard to express how it made him feel to be reminded of where Jin Guangyao’s fingers were and what they were doing.

“You should,” he exhaled, before rolling his face more firmly against Jin Guangyao’s neck. “I meant it as one.”

Lan Xichen fell back into a rhythm of faint panting as Jin Guangyao’s fingers resumed their thrusting. Even without that intense stimulation, Lan Xichen still felt his arousal building again, the pleasure rippling out slowly from each movement. It was hard to say what was more arousing about it though. Was it the actual sensation, the stretching of his hole as Jin Guangyao made a dedicated effort to open him up, his fingers spreading apart every few thrusts to prepare him for what was coming next?

Or... was it more of a mental arousal? Because now that Lan Xichen had a bit of mental energy to spare, he... he was aware how... obscene this was. He was being slowly fingered open by his dearest friend... and unless Lan Xichen was wrong about the trajectory of this activity, they’d soon be doing something far more intimate. This whole evening was breaking more of his sect’s rules than Lan Xichen cared to tally up right now, and if his uncle ever found out... Well, that wasn’t exactly what he wanted to think about at the moment, but he was sure it would result in quite an ugly reaction. But something about how forbidden this was added a definite layer of incitement to what they were doing that Lan Xichen wouldn’t bother denying.

Perhaps it was silly to try to untangle the two. Perhaps the mental and physical stimulations were intrinsically tied together and trying to figure out which was which was a fruitless exercise. Even still, it didn’t stop Lan Xichen from considering it for a few moments as Jin Guangyao’s fingers rocked inside of him.

He was thoroughly distracted from the thoughts soon after though, as Jin Guangyao’s fingers pulled out, more of the slick substance was added to them, and when they were replaced... Jin Guangyao was pressing a third finger inside along the first two.

The new stretch was all Lan Xichen could really focus on as Jin Guangyao nudged his fingers in deeper, just a little bit at a time, having to press a bit harder than before to get them to fit, even as Lan Xichen let his body relax as much as possible to accommodate them. Even still... Jin Guangyao moved gently, took his time, and despite certainly feeling the tension more distinctly against his rim, Lan Xichen couldn’t say it hurt. He... was expecting it to, eventually, as even he was privy to a certain amount of gossip about such activities, but so far, even as he felt Jin Guangyao’s fingers pressing all the way inside, there was no pain.

Jin Guangyao gently lifted his face after a moment, his mouth seeking Lan Xichen’s and Lan Xichen gladly indulged him. He let out a content breath, feeling himself relax more as he fell into the now familiar rhythm of their kissing.

Time blurred; as they kissed and as Jin Guangyao’s fingers began to move more smoothly inside of him with each passing moment, Lan Xichen felt like... like he was floating, like he was hovering far about the ground, the whole world going soft and blissful for a long while as all he had to think about were the complementary movements of Jin Guangyao’s fingers and tongue. After a bit, he lifted his own hand, stroking his fingers affectionately through Jin Guangyao’s hair again.

At some point along the way, the soft bliss became tinted with an underlying urgency. As Jin Guangyao’s fingers became free to move more quickly, Lan Xichen felt his breathing increasing again and felt his cock hardening once more between their hips--he felt Jin Guangyao spread his fingers apart on a few thrusts, before finally... he slipped them out.

Lan Xichen felt his pulse rushing, the anticipation building beneath his skin, and as Jin Guangyao broke the kiss, Lan Xichen opened his eyes. He watched as Jin Guangyao settled back down on his knees, as he finally opened up his pants to free his cock, before drizzling a bit more of the oil from the jar over it, stroking it slowly a few times, the motion almost... hypnotizing in the warm glow of the candlelit room.

When Jin Guangyao looked back up at him... there was an achingly sweet smile on his face, his expression full of warmth and affection. He reached for Lan Xichen’s hip, and Lan Xichen let himself be guided forward, until he was straddling Jin Guangyao’s lap, until his hips had lowered just enough and Jin Guangyao could line the head of his cock up against his entrance.

Jin Guangyao tugged his head down a bit for a faint kiss, and told him tenderly, “Just relax, and take your time.”

Lan Xichen nodded, though he felt his cheeks flushing to realize he’d be the one in... control of their progression now, but... He could do it. He wanted this, wanted to feel Jin Guangyao inside of him, wanted... wanted Jin Guangyao to feel the same sort of pleasure he’d already given Lan Xichen twice over, because Jin Guangyao deserved that, and because... Lan Xichen cared so deeply for him and he wanted Jin Guangyao to know it. The fear of pain lingered faintly in the back of his head, but... he pushed it aside. It would be worth it, to give Jin Guangyao this.

He started to lower his hips, making sure to let out a slow exhale to keep himself relaxed... and without much fuss, the head slipped inside.

He was... caught off guard briefly, by the difference. Jin Guangyao was... perhaps the slightest bit thicker than those three fingers had been, though perhaps it was the... texture of it inside, the heat of it compared to the fingers that was most striking. A slight shiver worked through him, as he was stunned by the thought that Jin Guangyao’s cock was inside of him, and he took a few slow breaths to steady himself before continuing.

Following Jin Guangyao’s words, he did take his time. His hips lowered an inch or so at a time, before breathing, adjusting, taking in the new stretch and the strange feeling of it, which only grew stranger the deeper it pressed, particularly as it pressed past the first few inches that Jin Guangyao’s fingers had been able to reach. Jin Guangyao’s face settled patiently against Lan Xichen’s chest, nuzzling and kissing him warmly as he let Lan Xichen work at his own pace.

Then, sooner than he’d expected, Lan Xichen... found himself resting on Jin Guangyao’s lap, his cock buried completely inside. And it... it felt good. He was still adjusting to the stretch of it, to the feeling of fullness, it was still an odd sensation... but as he gave his hips the tiny roll and felt it shifting inside of him, his body shuddered with the sudden wave of arousal it caused.

Jin Guangyao pressed a kiss to his collar bone, and asked, “How is it?”

Caught unaware by the question, Lan Xichen quite accidentally blurted the thought at the forefront of his mind. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Well... that’s good,” Jin Guangyao replied in an almost unsure tone, before asking curiously, “Did you expect it to?”

Of course, Lan Xichen realized that ‘doesn’t hurt’ wasn’t exactly the most encouraging thing he could have said in this situation and immediately felt a bit embarrassed--though perhaps feeling embarrassed just now, with Jin Guangyao’s cock seated fully inside of him, was a bit silly. Even still, he responded almost sheepishly (now wondering if he’d heard wrong, somehow), “I... heard that it hurt, the first time.”

“Oh,” Jin Guangyao said, sounding relieved as he pressed his forehead to Lan Xichen’s skin. He shook his head vaguely, then kissed Lan Xichen’s chest. “Yes, it can. If couples are... too eager to get to the act and rush into it, it can hurt,” he explained, which made Lan Xichen feel a bit less ridiculous for his fear. He kissed Lan Xichen’s chest again, letting it linger a bit longer before he added, “But it doesn’t have to.”

That... made sense, Lan Xichen supposed. And it... explained why Jin Guangyao had taken so long, opening him up one finger at a time they way he had.

Jin Guangyao’s head lifted from his chest, and Lan Xichen felt the hand on his neck gently turning his head so that their eyes could meet--where the earnest look in Jin Guangyao’s eyes was almost overwhelming in its sincerity.

“The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you,” he said with such a suddenly serious tone that it... shook Lan Xichen, almost to his core. “You’ve never been anything but kind towards me, you’ve never looked down on me. Even when everyone saw me as worthless, you... you never did. I can’t tell you how much that’s meant to me, and I... I would never want to hurt you, Er-Ge. You know that, don’t you?”

There was a hint of desperation seeping into the words, as if Jin Guangyao would be willing to beg if that was what it took for Lan Xichen to believe him, as if there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make Lan Xichen understand...

Lan Xichen couldn’t know where the sudden plea was coming from but... Jin Guangyao didn’t need to struggle to make him understand such a thing. His hand moved to gently cradle Jin Guangyao’s face, his expression softening into a compassionate smile. “I know, A-Yao,” he comforted him softly, hesitating only a second before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“I know,” he reassured him, kissing him again as he felt a tension he hadn’t even noticed fading from Jin Guangyao’s grip on him. “Of course I know.” Lan Xichen kissed him once more, letting their lips move together for a moment, thumb stroking gently along Jin Guangyao’s jaw, before he returned the question. “And you know I feel the same, don’t you? I would never hurt you. You mean the world to me.”

In just a few short years... Jin Guangyao had become his closet confidant, his dearest friend... He was sometimes the only person in the whole world with whom Lan Xichen felt he could truly relax and... just be. And of course, Lan Xichen loved his brother, loved his uncle, but... sometimes trying to have a conversation with his brother was as strenuous as trying to translate some ancient text with an incomplete key that he’d had to put together himself... and the need to meet every one of his uncle’s lofty expectations of him was weight enough to be crushed under, a near daily torment as he was forced to consider every way in which he could turn out a disappointment, which was a torment that had only seemed to double in its intensity in the years since Lan Wangji’s divergence from his Uncle’s wishes.

Being with Jin Guangyao, being able to sit with him and chat and smile was... sometimes it felt like the only time he was actually able to breathe.

He loved him. He wasn’t sure he could say that just now, but... he knew it in his heart to be true.

The fervent expression Jin Guangyao wore seemed to soften at those words. His eyes slipped shut as he let out a relieved sigh... and when he opened them a moment later, his gaze was soft and sentimental once more. He pressed his lips up to Lan Xichen’s, and only pulled away to whisper softly, “Thank you.”

Lan Xichen felt his own lips curling a bit as he leaned back into the kiss, taking a long moment to indulge himself. When he finally spoke again, he barely parted their lips to prompt playfully, “Thank you for what?”

Jin Guangyao clearly picked up on the change in tone and huffed out a soft breath, taking the opportunity to lighten the mood. “I’m not sure exactly,” he replied, shaking his head the tiniest bit. “For... everything, I think. Or maybe,” his hand drifted down over the curve of Lan Xichen’s ass and he gave it a light squeeze as he teased, “for this?”

“A-Yao!” Lan Xichen rebutted with a touch of surprise, his tone almost-scolding, though he clearly didn’t mean it seriously as his chest shook with a soft laugh. He leaned down to kiss Jin Guangyao again to try to ignore the heat rising to his face. It wasn’t like he’d forgotten that Jin Guangyao was inside of him, but being squeezed so unexpectedly brought his attention sharply back down to the area where Jin Guangyao’s cock was filling him quite nicely, where... he’d had more than enough time to get used to the new sensation.

“What?” Jin Guangyao protested with an almost innocent grin as his hands moved to settle on Lan Xichen’s hips. He let his head drift down to press a kiss at the hollow of Lan Xichen’s throat, his voice dropping into an almost sultry tone. “Does Er-Ge not want my gratitude?”

Before Lan Xichen could be bothered to answer, Jin Guangyao’s hips rolled beneath him as his hands helped Lan Xichen roll into them, and the shift of the cock inside of him made him more concerned about sucking in a breath then trying to come up with a reply.

“Although, even if you asked, I don’t think I could stop being grateful to you,” Jin Guangyao continued, now letting his mouth trail across Lan Xichen’s collar bone. His hips rolled again, and this time Lan Xichen picked up on it only a bit too late, and he moved his own hips, though he still shivered at the resulting sensation.

“You’ve given me so much, Er-Ge,” he went on sweetly, leaning a bit forward as his mouth and kisses trailed down Lan Xichen’s chest. “Much more than I could ever say.”

When his hips moved again, Lan Xichen was ready for it, and he moved in tandem, their bodies rolling together this time, the sensation inside combining with the brush of his own cock against Jin Guangyao’s stomach.

“So perhaps I can express it better like this.” His lips finally reached their destination and wrapped around his nipple, letting the heat of his tongue drag across it.

Lan Xichen’s breath immediately stuttered, his arms taking up their perch around Jin Guangyao’s shoulders again--and as Jin Guangyao’s hips moved, and moved again, and again, creating a steady rhythm, Lan Xichen’s movements matched him, until he was rolling his body steadily in Jin Guangyao’s lap.

The pleasure was... unbelievable. Lan Xichen almost couldn’t wrap his mind around it, the motion down below causing a steady stream of ecstasy that seemed to swirl up his spine and fill his head--and it was only reinforced as Jin Guangyao’s mouth worked on his nipple, as his lips tugged at it, his tongue swirled around it, as he sucked and then eventually started to use his teeth in a motion that was making it increasingly sensitive, until the scrape of Jin Guangyao’s teeth was sending sharp jolts of pleasure down to his cock.

Lan Xichen’s breathing had gone ragged before long, and though he’d been matching Jin Guangyao’s pace, his body almost started moving on its own as he began to rock faster, jerking his hips forward and down quickly, to feel that spike of pleasure from the spot Jin Guangyao had stimulated with his fingers earlier. His head starting to spin, he let it drop to bury against Jin Guangyao’s hair, just trying to hold onto him as he felt the steady crawl of the approaching orgasm.

It must have been painfully obvious to Jin Guangyao, because as Lan Xichen’s movements became more frantic, Jin Guangyao’s movements became more pointed. He started to bite and tug a bit more urgently at Lan Xichen’s nipple, and just a moment later, his hand wrapped around Lan Xichen’s cock, starting to stroke him in time with the mounting motions of Lan Xichen’s hips.

It didn’t take long after that--Lan Xichen tried his best to keep his voice down, pressing his face against Jin Guangyao’s hair to muffle the noise, but there was little he could do to stifle the moan as the orgasm gripped him. His body rocked forward just a few more times before he felt himself tensing, the tightness of Jin Guangyao’s cock inside of him almost dizzying as he clamped down around it.

Before he even had time to come down from the high, he felt Jin Guangyao’s arm bracing behind his hips and head and the backward motion of his own body--and a second later he was on his back, and with a quick snap, Jin Guangyao’s hips were pressed tightly to his ass, his cock pushing inside even deeper than before as the stimulation forced a sudden, shocked gasp out of him.

Jin Guangyao’s head immediately lifted, an apology in his eyes that immediately bled to his lips, “Sorry.”

“No,” Lan Xichen replied quickly, dismissing the apology and urging, “Keep going.”

Not needing to be told twice, Jin Guangyao’s hips began to move again, grinding hard against him, his cock stirring around inside and making Lan Xichen’s legs naturally snap around Jin Guangyao’s waist, nearly making his vision white out--especially at the near-painful jolt as it pressed against the sensitive spot, now desperately overstimulated.

Lan Xichen heard the strain of his own half-strangled noise, and threw out a quick, “Don’t stop,” before Jin Guangyao could doubt himself again or hesitate. Jin Guangyao hadn’t come yet, and Lan Xichen wanted him to. After everything he’d done for Lan Xichen, not just tonight, but everything leading up to tonight... this euphoria was something Lan Xichen wanted so desperately to share with him that he couldn’t bear to make him stop now, not even as the overstimulation was near-devastating, the sensation walking a dangerous line between rapture and torment, something that was somehow both unwelcome and desperately needed all at once. Half of him was close to begging to make it stop while the other half was convinced that if it did stop, he’d only be begging to make it start again.

By the third brush, Lan Xichen had to pull away one of the arms desperately clinging to Jin Guangyao’s back to press his hand over his own mouth to keep from crying out as loud as his body wanted to in response to the stimulation he was receiving. His entire body was tight and his heels dug roughly into the small of Jin Guangyao’s back to make sure he wouldn’t pull away or stop; his head was pushed back against the floor, leaving the elegant line of his neck fully exposed--something that Jin Guangyao was quick to take advantage of.

His mouth latched onto a spot low on Lan Xichen’s throat; he bit down, which somehow forced Lan Xichen’s thoughts away from the turmoil of Jin Guangyao’s grinding cock. It split his focus, forced a deep breath into his lungs and knocked him out of the almost hopeless spiral that had nearly tried to pull him under.

It only took a few minutes for most of the pain to fade from the movements--the intensity was still there, he was still hypersensitive to every movement, but eventually the balance was restored, the arousal overtaking the agony and allowing him to feel less like he was about to spiral out of control. The rigidity faded from his grip as he continued to cling to Jin Guangyao, his arm collapsing away from his mouth as he got control over the sounds coming out of his throat once more.

Only then did Jin Guangyao’s pace change; his grinds began to get a little more depth, their bodies not pressed nearly so tightly together as Jin Guangyao drew back a bit more before grinding forward again... and this trend continued until the grinding had fully turned into thrusting, until Lan Xichen had a new sensation to be bowled over by as he felt the slight withdraw of Jin Guangyao’s cock before it was pressed quickly back, filling him up completely, before withdrawing again.

Jin Guangyao found his pace soon enough, and Lan Xichen slowly managed to time his exhales with every time Jin Guangyao thrust inside, the breaths sharp and noisy. After just a moment, both his arms were wrapped tightly around Jin Guangyao’s back again, this time clutching at the last remaining layer of his robes almost grateful to have something to grip as Jin Guangyao’s hips continued, as his cock thrust in over and over, and as Lan Xichen, somehow, felt the steady escalation of his arousal all over again.

Of course, it wasn’t much longer before he heard Jin Guangyao’s breathing getting heavy, felt the heat of his huffing against his skin as his mouth stayed latched onto his neck--and then Jin Guangyao’s hips began to snap a little faster, and Lan Xichen heard a soft wet smack at the end of each thrust, as it felt impossibly like Jin Guangyao’s cock was hitting even deeper than before... and then there was the faintest pause as he felt Jin Guangyao adjusting the way their hips lined up, curling Lan Xichen’s upward a bit more...

And when Jin Guangyao thrust again, Lan Xichen felt why as Jin Guangyao’s cock thrust directly into that sensitive spot and he was left gasping for air from it--the only indication Jin Guangyao needed as evidence of his accomplishment, before he accelerated into his previous pace, hips smacking together again as his breathing began to take on sound...

Lan Xichen could only half pay attention to that though, as whatever thoughts he had left were on the intense blows of pleasure, on clinging to Jin Guangyao as tightly as he could, and on not simply crying out the way his body so deeply craved to, just forced himself to pant heavy and ragged and noisy--though as he felt himself getting closer, he found himself gasping, “A-Yao, A-Yao- A-Yao.”

“Er-Ge,” Jin Guangyao rasped back, an almost hesitation in his voice, “I’m about to--”

“Come inside,” Lan Xichen replied quickly, wanting no argument, and mentally rebelling at the idea of Jin Guangyao pulling out right now, when they were both so close, when he just needed a little more...

Suddenly, Jin Guangyao surged forward, locking his lips onto Lan Xichen’s; his final few thrusts were even sharper in intensity and then--

Strangely, Lan Xichen felt it. Jin Guangyao moaned roughly against his lips and he felt.. something almost like a twitch as Jin Guangyao’s pressed into him as deeply as he could, and he felt the heat of his release inside, which by itself was enough to leave him dazed--after just a second, Jin Guangyao’s hips were grinding hard against him again, his hand moved back to eagerly stroke Lan Xichen’s cock, and a second later Lan Xichen was blindsided with his own orgasm, punctuated with a sharp moan and the background sound of tearing fabric.

A few seconds later, Lan Xichen felt all the strength sap out of him and he collapsed against the reassuringly solid floor beneath his back, while Jin Guangyao collapsed just as immediately on top of him. His face migrated into the crook of Lan Xichen’s neck as the both of them struggled for a few minutes to catch their breaths.

As his thoughts returned to him, it... really sunk in, what they had just done, what they’d just experienced together (were still technically experiencing, considering Jin Guangyao’s cock and cum very much still inside him). Before he could even help it, Lan Xichen found himself smiling, and as his heart seemed to swell with joy, the smile grew until he felt his chest shaking with a silent, gentle laugh.

Jin Guangyao must have felt his shaking, because his head lifted almost immediately... but the concern on his face faded into a faint smile once he saw Lan Xichen’s expression. His hand lifted to Lan Xichen’s jaw and he said, “That’s a good laugh, I hope.”

Lan Xichen huffed out another soft breath, his smile only growing warmer. He mimicked Jin Guangyao’s movements, reaching for his face, then leaning up to kiss him again, before he confirmed, “It is.”

He felt... happy, overjoyed, maybe more than he could ever remember feeling. After the struggle and loss and death and everything, he... he didn’t know he could feel this way. He’s not even sure he knew this sort of bliss existed until just now. He was exhausted and content and so, so in love that he could nearly cry for all that he could keep it contained within him.

He kissed Jin Guangyao again, and then again, and again... until that’s all that mattered for a little while. At some point, Jin Guangyao slid his cock out to slide up his body a bit and make kissing easier on both of them, and as the late hour settled in around both of them, their lazy, languid kissing and gently exploring hands stayed tender and non-urgent.

As Lan Xichen’s hands slid over Jin Guangyao’s back... he realized quite suddenly his fingers were moving from cloth to... skin, as they slid through a sizable tear in the back of the fabric. Lan Xichen flushed immediately as he realized that the ripping sound he’d heard earlier but hadn’t really given any thought to... was the sound of him tearing a hole in the robes.

Noticing Lan Xichen’s reaction, and the feeling of his hand directly against his back when that would otherwise be impossible, Jin Guangyao broke the kiss to venture knowingly, “You tore my robe, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Lan Xichen admitted sheepishly, thought he felt a soft, embarrassed laugh bubbling up in his chest.

Jin Guangyao huffed out his own semi-exasperated laugh and scolded, “Still can’t be trusted around laundry, I see.”

Though the smile didn’t leave his face, Lan Xichen felt himself wince internally, knowing immediately that Jin Guangyao was referring to his attempts to wash his own clothing when he’d been on the run from the Wens so many years ago. He pulled Jin Guangyao back in to kiss him again, thought he interrupted himself to ask, “How many robes did I ruin before you banned me from washing my clothes? Four?”

“Four,” Jin Guangyao repeated back to him emphatically. “We only had so many clothes that would fit you. I had to stop you or before long you would have been in hiding in the nude.”

Lan Xichen laughed quietly as Jin Guangyao kissed him again, mumbling a quiet, “I’m so sorry,” against his lips, before taking a few slow breaths to clear the laughter from his chest, before saying more sincerely, “Thank you.”

Echoing Lan Xichen’s own words from earlier, Jin Guangyao replied warmly, “Thank you for what?”

“For everything,” Lan Xichen found himself saying, understand Jin Guangyao’s earlier reply more thoroughly now than ever. There were... already so many years between them, and from Jin Guangyao sheltering him when he was on the run, to him helping him to rebuild the Cloud Recesses, to... every moment of friendship the two of them had shared... Lan Xichen wouldn’t know where to begin thanking his most precious friend. He pushed his fingers delicately back through Jin Guangyao’s hair and added, “For this.”

Jin Guangyao gave him a heart-achingly sweet smile, though the edge of his eyes almost seemed tinged with the faintest bit of sadness before he leaned in to press their lips together chastely, before agreeing softly, “Of course, Er-Ge.”

Eventually, however many minutes later, they managed to pry their mouths and bodies apart, cleaning up a bit before Lan Xichen retired to his own room to sleep. His visit this time wasn’t meant to be a long one, so after a shared breakfast, he was planning to head back to the Cloud Recesses... though before he left, he was eagerly pulled aside by Jin Guangyao into his room for a private farewell that consisted of an almost tentative kiss, until Lan Xichen happily returned it.

“Will you visit again soon?” Jin Guangyao asked him, clearly trying not to sound overeager... though if it wasn’t for Lan Xichen’s own duties as a sect leader forcing him to return home, Lan Xichen was honestly afraid he might not bother leaving at all.

“I will,” Lan Xichen replied, before, with a final long kiss, he forced himself to go.

For the whole flight back home, a smile was plastered to his face, and his thoughts were on planning his next visit to Lanling as soon as possible.

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Mini-Us // JFM

Pairing: Joseph Mazzello x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.3K Style: One-Shot Warnings: Pure unadulterated fluff, swearing Summary: Y/N and Joe are ready for the “Bohemian Rhapsody” premiere in every way but one – Y/N has no idea what to wear to such an important event in Joe’s life, and Joe has no idea until the morning of. Thankfully, John and Veronica (Tetzlaff) Deacon are there to rescue the situation. Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: In case this isn’t obvious, these stories are completely fiction, so please, PLEASE take it with a grain of salt that I am saying Deaky was involved with the “Bohemian Rhapsody” shoot. For the sake of this little blurb, I would like to imagine our dude and his wife-dude were involved, at least at the premiere. It should also go without saying that we as Queen/Deaky fans completely respect his choice to stay in retirement and remain a legend. Also, me posting two days in a row is not going to become normal so haha sorry enjoy anyway!

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All the nerves buzzing around the room were infectious and electric – everyone’s adrenaline was sky-high knowing that the world would soon be able to appreciate all the hard work the boys, the producers, the crew, and Queen themselves put in to make this project a reality. The amount of detail and fist-pump-worthy music that was crammed into the two-hour film was enough to keep even a child with the world-record for the shortest attention span focused and entertained. It was a crowning-achievement for all involved, and no one could change their minds on that, including critics. Everyone had gathered in the lobby of the hotel the morning of the premiere to have the events of the day spelled out to them, that way things went as smoothly as possible. Everyone was with their plus-one’s, talking excitedly about the night’s events. Small talk being made here and there by crew and cast members who did not really know each other well, but enthusiastic nonetheless. At one point, Lucy made her way over to you and started excitedly babbling about her gown for the evening, and you smiled and complemented her choices whenever she took a breather and you had a moment to respond. Once she finished talking, she asked you to do what she just did – and all you could respond with was an averted gaze and flushed cheeks. At first, Lucy initially took that to mean that you were wearing something scandalous and that would make Joe react the same way you just did, with a little less aversion and a little bit more gawking. However, the polar opposite was true. When you spoke your truth, she entered full on crisis-mode, which made everyone spin around to listen in to your conversation.

“What do you mean, you FORGOT?” She was not screaming at you because she was mad at you, she just genuinely could not comprehend the fact that you forgot an outfit to wear to the premiere.

“H-honestly, I really don’t know. I was packing stuff for myself and Joey and I even had a list, but I guess that never made it on the list. This is so unlike me! I mean, I even picked out a special pantsuit with dinosaurs all over it for the Jurassic World premiere, and Joey wasn’t even in that! Ugh, you can’t even understand how frustrated I am with myself right now!”

It was at this point that the whole aggregation of people who were in the lobby, including those that had nothing to do with the premiere, turned to look at the two jabbering ladies. The main cast and crew noticed there was some tension in the way words were said and the way bodies were standing, so they made their way over. Joe, breaking the silence from the peanut gallery, said “Everything alright, girls?”

“Yeah, Joey, we’re just-”

“NO! Things are NOT fine, Y/N, don’t lie to him!”

At this point everyone was looking at you guys like you were speaking a foreign language because you both were exclaiming something is wrong, but would not elaborate on what said thing was. Eventually the glare Lucy kept giving you, along with purely concerned faces from Joe, Rami, Ben, Gwil, Allen, Brian, Roger, John, and their wives, forced you to break your silence and explain just what was going on. “Well, you see, in-in my haste to get here in time for the premiere with everything Joe and I needed for the weekend, it somehow slipped my mind to pack a gown, or any kind of professional outfit for that matter, for-for the premiere tonight. I did bring some stilettos, but unless leggings and a cropped tee shirt are acceptable, I’m kind of shit out of luck. Y-yeah…” To your surprise, Lucy was the only one who was not calm. The boys of the cast and the band seemed pretty neutral about the whole thing, and the plus-one’s among the bunch did not seem to take any real interest in your problem at all. The only one who actually seemed to want to help you in some way was Veronica Deacon, the wife of the man Joey portrayed. She listened carefully to your explanation, sauntered over to John, and asked him a question with some seriously convincing puppy-dog eyes. John’s reaction was simply a smile that brought out the crinkles by the corners of his eyes, which preceded a small squeal from Veronica who then made her way over to you. At this point you were sitting with Joe, Lucy leaving a few minutes prior to latch onto Rami’s arm, on one of the lobby couches going over the options you had about squeezing in a shopping trip in between the other stuff you needed to get done today. You both her the clicking of her small, dark green heels, and looked up.

“Hi, darling. I couldn’t help but overhear what you were talking, er, rather enthusiastically discussing with Lucy. Have you figured out a solution yet?”

You sigh, eliciting an upper-arm rub from Joe. “No, I haven’t, and honestly I don’t know how I’m gonna fix this. I’m not a forgetful person, if anything, I over-prepare for everything. And I am not missing this premiere.”

“And you aren’t going to miss it, dear. I just spoke with my John and I think I have a solution for you. And I promise, I will not be offended if you decline.”

“I truly have no reason to decline, Mrs. Deacon, not after everything you and John have done for Joey and myself these past months. Whatever you want to suggest, I am all ears.”

“Alright, but there is one condition – Joseph; I would need you to stay here and be okay with letting Y/N ride with me to the premiere, and I’ll send John with you.”

Joe simply looked at you adoringly, yet with a tinge of melancholy, gave you a small peck on the lips and said “She’s all yours as long as I get to walk the red carpet with my best gal.”

The beginning of the day went off without a hitch on everyone’s end. Each pair or group of people ran their errands, stopped for bites to eat, and made their way back to the hotel around 2:30pm to get ready for the premiere. Veronica was sat patiently in the lobby, chatting with John about various things, such as their children and something to do with money, and waited to see you and Joe pop back through the front doors of the hotel. Within seconds of your figures gracing through the doorway, Veronica grabbed John and explained the circumstances of what was about to happen, and then quickly ushered you back up to their room, John and Joe falling behind but eventually catching up with you. Once in front of the Deacon’s door, Veronica ran inside, grabbed everything John needed, and practically threw it out in the hallway. Joe’s face was the definition of deer-in-the-headlights, which got even worse when John simply started walking away asking Joe to take him to yours and Joe’s room. Veronica ushered you inside her room before you could ask any questions, dragged you over to the large bed her and John were sharing, pushed you to sit down and grabbed your wrists excitedly.

“So! My plan!”

“Honestly, Mrs. Deacon, you were starting to scare me a little bit. I think Joe is also pretty mortified right now,” ending your sentence with a lighthearted laugh.

“I sincerely hope you know that wasn’t or isn’t my intention, sweetheart. I just got so excited when John agreed to my idea for you that it kept bubbling up like a fizzy drink! Oh, also sweetie, please call me Ronnie. There is no need for formalities at this point.”

You continued to sit in front of Veronica, genuinely confused as to what was currently going on, but enjoying every second spent with her. You could see why John considered her his best friend.

“Since you’ve been on set quite a bit, I am sure you were aware that anything the boys had that fit the ones portraying them were loaned over for the duration of the film, so at least some of the costumes were accurate, right?” You nodded, but not following where she was going with this train of thought.

“Well, when the writers addressed that bit to them, they also turned to the wives and said that there would be a couple girls for two or three scenes that would be portraying us! Imagine that! So, they asked us if we could do the same! You know, bring some of the clothes we wore back in the late seventies, early eighties to see if they would fit those girls!”

You continued to nod, starting to get an inkling of an idea of where she was headed with her words.

“I actually still have those clothes with me! I didn’t keep a lot of them, my body changing after having six kids, as you can imagine. Which I am not complaining about! My children are my greatest accomplishment! But it’s common knowledge that the body changes with age and extreme conditions, and I would say bearing children is one of said conditions, wouldn’t you agree? Any who, I am going on a severe tangent, dear. My point is that you are a similar size to what I was back in those days, and I cannot help but wonder if something that I have would be worthy of trying on! I know that some of the patterns are a bit, how would you say, dated? But I have a couple things that are solid that just might do the trick. Would you like to see for yourself?

By the time she was finished explaining her idea, there were tears of gratitude spilling out of your eyes that you simply could not control. Now it was Veronica’s turn to be scared of you because she genuinely thought she said something that made you this upset. All you could do before words would form was grab her hands and hold them to your chest so she could feel the rapid beating of your heart. Eventually, the words you wanted to say braved the world, and you were able to choke out a thank you.

“I ser-seriously don’t think you *hic* understand h-how much this means to me, Mrs.- Mrs. Deacon. Ronnie. Wh-whatever. I was already eternally in your debt f-for everything else, but now it’s e-eternity plus one.”

The laugh of relief that escaped her throat at your words was enough to make you laugh just as hard, and at that point the plan had gone into full effect. Her room became a walk-in closet itself, and all that was left to do was find something that fit, text John to bring your heels up so Joe would not see you in advance. You glanced down at your hands, which had been trembling slightly ever since Veronica let them go, and immediately calmed down at the sight of your perfect-for-you engagement ring. This plan of Veronica’s was actually really good preparation for the wedding that would be in one year’s time.

It was 4:30, and it was time for everyone to get in their respective cars to head over to the premiere. Joe and John were forced to head out before Y/N and Veronica so they would not see you in advance of stepping onto the carpet, which worked smoothly. Eventually the cars all made their way to the venue, and everyone had made it to the premiere except for you, Veronica, Lucy, and Rami. John noticed your car pull up in front of the start of the carpet and tugged Joe’s sleeve to get his attention focused on the most important thing. The car came to a gentle stop, the driver hopped out, came around, and opened your door. Joe held his breath because he had no idea what was happening, and he was honestly slightly worried that something was wrong. But all that worry went away when he saw you stiletto-clad foot plant onto the carpet, a stark black against a bright red carpet. He was able to take in each element of your presence slowly and meticulously as you stepped out of the car, seemingly in slow motion. First, he noticed your shoes, which he had seen before, but for some reason looked different with all the anticipation. They were three-inch stilettos that had crisscrossed laces from the start of your toes, up the top of your foot, coming to a stop as a thicker band at the start of your ankle. The bottom of the shoe was no more than half an inch thick, which made him wonder just how the hell you walked in those without falling flat on your face. Then he noticed the finite amount of jewelry you were wearing. Nothing overly fancy, just the emerald-leaf promise ring on your right-ring finger, your engagement ring on your left-ring finger, and the gold-diamond tennis bracelet that hung semi-loosely on your left wrist he had bought you for your anniversary gift to go with the engagement. No other jewelry, and he could not help but think that it was just the right amount for you, considering you did not consider yourself a flashy person. Before he looked at your dress, his eyes made their way to your head, where he noticed your signature lack of makeup – again, not a flashy person, and your hairdo. A simple far-reaching side part, with the lesser volume side tucked behind your ear, and the more voluminous side bouncing gently with each step you took, your natural Y/H/C shining in the afternoon sun. Finally, he looked at the dress you were wearing, finally realizing what Veronica’s plan was all along. By today’s standards, the dress was not “in,” but boy, did you make it work. It was a full-length, thin, flowy light-blue denim dress that stopped right at the top of your feet, which he had to admit he had never seen before. There were no slits on either side, which was different from the normal gowns you wore to events. The dress hugged your curves just to the point where you could tell where Veronica was smaller than you, but not by much. Hip accentuated somewhat, but nothing provocative, the same happening at your waist, and the top laying just right on you. The dress was completely off the shoulder, top of the dress coming all the way down to the halfway point of your upper arms, hugging you just enough to stay in place but not be squeezing your arm enough to leave pesky lines. The simple denim was accentuated by a snow-white border of lace across the top all the way around, with the same pattern around the entire bottom of the skirt, as well as complimenting the ends of the flowy sleeves that went right past your elbows. It was… simply stunning. Gracefully you made you way over to Joe, who had not said anything to anyone since your car arrived, including you. You knew it should not have made you concerned, but it did. Especially considering you were now on your own, as Veronica had sauntered to John, peppering him with kisses after not having seen him all day and asking him if she did a good job. He seemed to think so, as he was staring at you both with a look that Veronica could not pin point. Once you were planted in front of Joe, nervously awaiting his response, you started to panic, thinking he thought you looked terrible. In an effort to get him to say SOMETHING, you spun around on your heels, prompting the skirt of Veronica’s dress to spin lightly in their air, revealing your bare legs underneath. After Joe had still not said a word and was still gawking at you, you finally broke your silence with a question.

“Are you not happy with how I look? I actually thought this dress was beautiful and was so excited that it fit and matched the heels. I’m really sorry you don’t like it, Joey. I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

“…are you actually being serious with what you just said?”

“I mean, you aren’t saying anything, so I thought maybe you-you hated this…”

“Y/N, I truly do not think I have ever seen you wear a dress that matched you as well as it does and looked as miraculously stunning as it does. I mean, you always look good in everything that you wear, and you know that I prefer you when you’re as comfortable as you want to be. But, like, I-I’m honestly stunned. You look absolutely ravishing, babe, I- wow. I feel like I’m drooling, am I drooling?”

Joe always knew how to make you a giggling mess, but you appreciated his comments nonetheless. You gave him a swift and passionate kiss that ended with you both grinning ear to ear on each other’s lips. You then wrapped your arms loosely around his waist, and his around yours, his head resting on yours, peppering kisses to your hair while you turned and mouthed a “thank you, Ronnie” in hers and John’s general direction. They both simply smiled and you could not help but notice that Veronica has some of the same eye crinkles that John has, and it made your heart flutter. Joe eventually pulled you away to hold your hand and escort you over to the carpet where the rest of the main cast was about to make their grand entrance, and Joe did not want you to leave his side the whole walk. The members of Queen and their wives followed suit behind them. Throughout the walk on the carpet, you kept your mind occupied with thoughts about Veronica and John’s relationship. It fascinated you. Despite everything they went through in their personal lives dealing with the grandiosity of Queen, they still managed to have a simple, loving, domestic life that was still as passionate, full of care, and days where they still seem to be wearing honeymoon-tinted glasses. Their relationship started in a slightly similar manner, wherein John was in the middle of the start of a long-fledged career that was going to bring temptations. But no matter what, he remained faithful to his best friend. You glanced down at the ring on your left hand again, then looking at Joe with doe-eyes, who, despite being preoccupied with about one hundred cameras pointed his way, still managed to glance your way. He gave you a sweet smile that basically confirmed the question that was swimming around your mind in the back of the Deacon thoughts: will Joe and I be like them? And with that simple look, you knew that the answer was a solid yes. Meanwhile, a little further behind you and the cast, Veronica and John were actually having a conversation similar to what was going on in your head.

“Ronnie, honey. I can’t help but notice something about Joe and his fiancé.”

“What’s that deary?”

“With Y/N wearing your dress, and Joe in that particular suit, I can’t help but realize that they are ironically similar to us, both in their actual personalities and their looks. Like from back in the day. I have to make it a point to ask Joe that I would be honored if their first dance as a married couple was to ‘You’re My Best Friend.’ They embody that song more than any couple I have ever met, and I mean, it just seems appropriate, y’know?”

“I couldn’t agree more, Johnny.”

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