#& ‘ if i had a bag over my head and my hands tied . * skills .

[wilczmin]

thank god i saved all my tags.

&    ‘    i graduated from the school of the snail .    *    ooc . &    ‘    this is mine now . get your own .    *    save . &    ‘    starter .    *    ic . &    ‘    thread .    *    ic . &    ‘    answered .    *    ooc . &    ‘    answered .    *    ic .

&    ‘    there's a grain of truth in every fairy tale .    *    study . &    ‘    vanity is a pitiful defence against difference .    *    musing . &    ‘    witcher … with tenure .    *    mannerism . &    ‘    more is necessary than destiny .    *    headcanon . &    ‘    if i had a bag over my head and my hands tied .    *    skills . &    ‘    whatever is destined must occur .    *    aesthetic . &    ‘    love the profit of your neighbour like your own .    *    art . &    ‘    they say silence is golden .    *    music . &    ‘    then i prefer not to choose at all .    *    self promo . &    ‘    you should listen to the voice of reason .    *    promo . &    ‘    it’s enough to kill hatred within yourself .    *    meme . &    ‘    the sword of destiny has two edges .    *    wishlist . &    ‘    keep the gods out of it .    *    edits . &    ‘    your arse hair white too ?    *    crack . &    ‘    but a queue made must be honoured .    *    queue .

&    ‘    the only one to live out of all those chosen .    *    i . &    ‘    & looked for the words 'witcher urgently needed' .    *    ii . &    ‘    neutral does not mean indifferent or insensitive .    *    iii . &    ‘    a destiny which is stronger than the royal will .    *    iv . &    ‘    their place of internment remains unknown .    *    v . &    ‘    you were a rider of the wild hunt .    *    vi . &    ‘    barely breathing and bereft of memory .    *    vii . &    ‘    hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated .    *    viii . &    ‘    doubt i’d know how to be anything else .    *    ix . &    ‘    thought we had a lot more time .    *    x . &    ‘    no witcher’s ever died in his own bed .    *    xi . &    ‘    tell them the white wolf bit them .    *    xii . &    ‘    one day they’ll look back and see the wolf .    *    xiii . &    ‘    & overcome your nature through great effort .    *    xiv . &    ‘    a canvas : following the voice of genuine vocation .    *    xv .

[nomazee]

“This is unnecessary.”

At Blade’s snide comment, you pull sharply at the strands of his hair in your hands. He grunts in displeasure before obediently quieting down, only a little scared of you scalping him if he annoys you any further. 

Perched behind him on the couch while he sits on the floor, your hands find themselves coming through his hair (long, smooth, untangled despite the fact that you’ve never seen him take a brush to it). Your efforts to part his hair with just your fingers are fruitless. His hair is thick on the top, so much so that you’re surprised his neck doesn’t constantly ache with the weight of it. Your hands pause, resting on the top of his head while you try and figure out how you’ll style it. 

“Be nice,” you warn, two hands on the sides of his head tilting it from side to side, treating him as a foam mannequin on which you can project your very thorough cosmetology skills. “Your fate is quite literally in my hands. I could knock you out and shave you bald very easily.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he says earnestly, and you can’t help the way your lips twinge into a smile. “This is clearly a hassle. My hair looks fine the way it is.”

“It does,” you admit, “but wouldn’t it be nice to try something new? And at no cost to you, aside from mild scalp pain. I’m good at hair. I did Kafka’s that one time.” You fail to mention that it was only one time for good reason. Kafka said that you handle hair the same way a lobster would handle a violin—that is, with clumsy hands and a clear lack of refinement. She had to hide every pair of scissors from you in fear that you'd give Silver Wolf microbangs.

As if on cue, your fingers get caught in an unexpected snag in Blade’s hair, and you pull and tug and yank as if expecting it to untangle on its own. Blade hisses and reaches a hand back to smack you on the wrist, turning around to glare at you. 

“Watch it,” he orders, gentle but firm. There’s not enough heat in his words to scare you, and his eyes are a particularly beautiful shade of copper in the dim, flickering light of this dingy lounge room. Whatever you say, beautiful, you think to yourself hysterically. 

After a few half-willed apologies from you and some nudges of encouragement, Blade finally relaxes enough to turn back around and tilt his head back in your lap, letting your fingers play with his hair nonsensically. A braid, you decide, would look quite nice on him. One long one down the back. If you had ribbon, you’d use some to tie his hair, but all you have is one of Kafka’s tragically thin hair ties. 

“It’s a nice color,” you comment absentmindedly, pretending that you can’t see the way Blade’s eyes have shut in contentment at your gentle prodding. “It changes in the light a little bit. It looks very blue now, but I’ve always thought it was black.” You section his hair off into three pieces, loosely laying one over the other over and over again. The aged gold ornament still hangs securely in his hair, and you don’t do anything to move it. It suits him. 

“It’s natural, if that’s what you’re getting at,” he tells you, the slightest twinge of a joke in his voice. It plays at your smile and at your heart, too. 

“You say that now, but you’ll be scrambling to come up with a lie when I find box dye in your bag.” 

He only hums in response, reluctantly enjoying the feeling of your hands on him—they’re gentle, and you can imagine he’s not quite used to this. It’s an addictive feeling, to have him at your mercy, even with just your hands in his hair. There’s trust, unspoken, lingering warmly in the air and settling like condensation on your skin. You could very easily do a number of things that would hurt Blade—kill him, almost. You’ve only ever thought of it a few times, and those were all a very long time ago. 

You don’t think of it that often anymore. All you’re paying attention to is Blade and the splitting ends of his hair and how nice he’d look with a red ribbon tied in. 

“We should go shopping,” you tell him, voice close to a whisper now. You’ve secured the end of his braid already, and your handiwork is admirable. The strands are neatly crossed over each other, uniform in size with each other as they taper down into the end. “Some clips for you would be nice.” Absentmindedly, you comb through the layers of hair near his face, digging your fingers gently into the sides of his face and scratching at his scalp. 

“And where exactly would we go shopping? We’re not exactly upstanding members of society in some people’s eyes.” 

“Then I’ll make clips for you,” you say, a naive kind of dedication in your tone. “I used to work with metal, a little bit. I could make jewelry. Ornaments for your hair. I’ll put a ribbon in next time.” 

“What makes you think there’ll be a next time?” Blade asks doubtfully, in steep contrast with the way he lets your hands roam along his scalp, and the way his head leans back into you as if he’s comfortable. 

“You’re a loyal customer,” you quip, “you’d never let somebody else do your hair when you have me as a dedicated stylist.” 

“I’m your only customer.” 

“I know,” and in a moment of weakness—because at the end of the day that’s what you are, weak, malleable and moveable when you’re with Blade like this—you lean down just a little bit, pressing a stupid clumsy kiss on the crown of his head. Your fingers trail down to trace the bumps of the braid, the divots and grooves in it, made by your hands, and yours alone. “That just means I can put all my effort towards you alone.” 

“You shouldn’t.” And he means it when he says that, and it hurts you, puts a sickly pang in your chest that you want to reach for and tear out before it grows into something worse. 

“But I will,” you tell him. Blade is stubborn, but not stubborn enough to keep it up. Not now, not here, not when the overhead lights are flickering and making his hair look just a little bluer, illuminating the warmer ends of his hair, glinting off the metal ornament still clipped into it. He rests between your hands, still sitting on the cold floor, pretending that he isn’t falling asleep with you like the fool he secretly is.

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[the-thing-withfeathers]

home away from home

requested

a/n: my first emily fic y’alllll 😫😫😫 i love her so bad i just had to write for her she is sooo foine. tysm anon for giving me the chance 🤸

pairing: unit chief!emily prentiss x f!reader

warnings: mention of gore, murder, blood, sensitive imagery & topics. smut!!, cursing, getting caught

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“wheels up in 30.”

as much as you loved your job, you hated being away for extended periods of time. you hated airplanes and you hated the long travel, it stressed you out. your home— your house, specifically, was your safe place. you hated leaving it for too long.

your family was also back home. with the job came a lot of paranoia that something would happen to your family. you’d seen it happen with your co-workers, you were sure you weren’t an exception.

you grabbed your go-bag from under your desk, sighing and slinging it over your shoulder. you didn’t look pleased at all.

you were about to walk towards the doors when you were stopped by emily. you had been seeing the woman for a while now, you didn’t have an established relationship as you both were incredibly busy and valued separating personal life and work life. but you would be lying if you said you didn’t care for her.

“hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, her brows furrowed as she placed a hand on your shoulder.

“nothing, i just hate being away from home so much.” you rubbed your forehead with your pointer finger and thumb.

“i know… but we all go on break soon. it’s just a little bit more.” she frowned. “i’m sorry, i know you get worried about your family.”

“it’s okay, it comes with the job. it’s what i signed myself up for.”

she pulled you closer, you almost folded into her warmth but you realised you had others around you.

“it doesn’t make it any better.”

“you’re right… it doesn’t.”

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you sat next to emily on the plane. you usually kept yourselves distant as you usually sat with spencer and derek, goofing about like you all usually did.

today was different, you needed to be around her. she gave you a comfort that nobody else was capable of. you tried not to let your feelings take you so harshly but in this case, it was all feelings.

spencer eventually set up a game of chess, gesturing to you across the plane. you nodded and stood up, needing to take your mind off things. emily watched you as you made your way to spencer.

you were no match for him during the game. you were only really at your learning stage, but he was impressed with you nonetheless. you always did your best with the resources provided, and that was what he valued the most.

“you’re not a good opponent. we’re at completely different skill sets.” you rolled your eyes in defeat.

“well if you never play against someone with a higher knowledge of these things, you’ll never improve.” he said, leaning back in his chair.

“i suppose you make a fair point.” you huffed.

you got the announcement to prepare for landing and made your way back over to emily. she was on her phone, looking through the digitized version of the case file.

you sat down next to her and buckled up your seatbelt. you looked around the room, when you saw that everyone was focused on something else, you reached for emily’s hand. she intertwined your fingers and you squeezed her hand as the plane landed.

you hated planes.

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the team made their way to the precinct, you were assigned with dave and derek to investigate the crime scene.

you felt yourself hesitate, holding back like you would be sick to your stomach upon seeing the crime scene.

“an entire family dead. they were all facing each other, tied up to chairs.” penelope said, flicking through the picture. you felt your head spin, cases that involved families made you feel the ultimate amount of discomfort.

you shook the thoughts in your head away, walking into the household behind dave. the bodies were moved but the chairs were still there. you walked around the scene, seeing the symbols and words written in the family’s blood.

you felt absolutely sick, like you might throw up. you let dave & derek take the lead on examining the scene, only chiming in every now and then.

you stayed to the side as they took pictures. david walked over to you.

“what’s on your mind, kid?” he asked you. you always allowed yourself to be honest with david.

“it’s just horrible… two of them were so young.” you whispered. “it’s disgusting that someone could just do this to them.”

“it is… is it hitting close to home?” he was too good at reading you.

“a little bit. i just worry about my family.” you shrugged.

“that’s fair enough. you’ve been working a lot of hours too, i’m sure you miss them.” david nodded. “you’ll have to see them when you’re back.”

“that’s the plan.”

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you all met back at the hotel for the night. you gathered in dave’s room to share information before retreating to your rooms.

you and emily were paired together. this was a normal occurrence nowadays, you knew emily was riggging the rooms so you two would be together. the thought made you smile— the first one you’ve cracked all day.

she slid the card into the door that allowed you to enter your bedroom.

the entire team had rooms with two beds, including the two of you, but you usually ended up sharing the bed anyways.

you chucked your bag onto one of the beds, plopping down onto the other one. you groaned softly and didn’t even take your clothes off and just tucked right in.

“you tired?” emily asked, tilting her head and joining you on the bed.

“not really, just mentally drained.” you clarified, opening the blanket to let her in.

“i’m sorry. anything i can do to help?” she asked, slipping in beside you and immediately wrapping her arms around your waist. her hand slipped underneath your shirt, drawing lazy circles on your back.

“you could… keep doing that.” you said, another smile forming on your lips.

“oh really?” she chuckled. “does someone need some extra affection after today?”

“mmhm.” you nodded, placing your head on her chest but looking up at her. you gave her your famous puppy dog eyes. “i’ll take anything you give me.”

the woman rolled her eyes at you, “okay, now you’re just pushing it.”

“maybe i wanna push it.”

“hmm… you’re testing me now.” she turned to look down at you.

you stared at her for a second. you had a mischievous grin on your face and connected your lips for a kiss. you lifted yourself up a bit and moved so that your body rested on top of hers. you had your hands on her cheeks while hers were on the back of your thighs.

you sat up, your legs at her sides. you started unbuttoning your shirt, pushing it off your shoulders. emily sat up to unclasp your bra, kissing your chest. you ran your hand through her gray hair, you loved the color.

you let out a few fluttering sighs while she left open-mouthed kisses on you, she was definitely going to leave a few marks.

“em…” you shifted a bit, starting to feel yourself drench the fabric of your panties.

“mmhm?” she asked, muffled.

“i need you.” you sighed out.

she flipped you both over, causing you to yelp softly as your back hit the bed. in one swift motion, she was on top of you.

you placed your hands on her shoulders, wriggling under her and pulling her in for another kiss.

she pushed her own blazer off. you loved how she looked in her business attire. you could dress as casually as you wanted— with exceptions of formal meetings, but with emily being the unit chief, she was always in something that screamed authority. you found it incredibly attractive.

her hand slipped under the waistband of your pants. she found your wet core and smiled at you, you knew she was about to make fun of you.

“i haven’t even done anything.” she mocked you, grinning.

“shut it, will you?”

“you talk to your chief like that?”

“no, i talk to emily like that.” you huffed, rolling your eyes at her.

“well— i’m not so sure emily likes that either.” she made a tsking noise with her tongue clicking. she applied some pressure against your cunt with her fingers. you hissed at the sudden contact. you started throbbing against her, and she felt it.

“well maybe if emily fucked me, she wouldn’t have to deal with the back talk.” you said, pulling away and crossing your arms.

“as you wish then.” she said, pushing your panties aside and slipping a finger into you. you gasped, your hands going straight to the back of her neck.

you let out soft moans as her finger moved in and out of you. none of your clothes were even off but you just needed her too much. her hand moved against the fabric of your pants, being pushed back into you by the resistance. you started to build up a sweat as you both were still clothed and under the blanket.

“keep going, em.” you whimpered out, your bottom lip between your teeth.

“oh fuck, yeah… yeah, keep going!” you cried out.

click.

“hey guys, i have the key to your room—“ spencer said, walking into your room without warning.

“oh fuck!” you said softly, pushing emily off you and trying to pull the blanket over your bottom half. you grabbed your phone and tried to play it off like you were showing emily a video on your phone.

she fell into position, looking over at spencer with a glare.

“you could have knocked?!” emily said, a mild rage in her voice.

“well i didn’t have anything to worry about. it’s not like you two are hooking up.” oblivious boy.

“we could be!” you protested, teasing emily at that point.

“you? and emily? sure…” he said, rolling his eyes and tossing the key card on the table.

“which one didn’t you guys use?” he asked, pointing between the two others.

“the one on the left.” you said. he picked it up and made his way out.

you both let out a breath that you didn’t realise you were holding.

“christ…” you mumbled, pushing the blanket off and forcing your pants off.

“now where were we?”

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a/n: part of me lowkey wants to make a part two where they get discovered or sumnnnn

[brailsthesmolgurl]

COOKING LESSON 101

This is a one-shot for Xavier! Hope you guys enjoy this :>

Xavier is known to be a terrible cook, but what if he was prescribed with an instructor and a recipe book? Will that change anything?

Warnings: Teeth-rotting fluff

"Do we really have to do this?" Xavier asked you, his body lazily plopped against the arm rest of the couch, eyelids half opened as he looked at you. His usual demeanour non-existent as you came barging in the mid afternoon, with a grocery bag in one hand and a recipe book in another. He knew this day was coming, but he did not expect it to happen on a weekend where he would rather spend his day curled up under the blankets.

You nodded excitedly, your ponytail bobbed up and down at your motions. "They said it's a good bonding time for couples." You held up the recipe book and started to browse through it.

"Maybe that applies to couples who can actually cook?" Xavier quirked an eyebrow, a pout forming on his lips when he knew it was too late for him to say no. He should have just pretended not to be at home, but the constant ringing of the doorbell would be a torture to his sensitive hearing.

You walked over to him and took a seat next to the couch he was laying on and you patted his head, his blond strands silky to your touch. "Why? What's with the long face?" You mimicked his pout. "You don't want to do this together?"

"No..." He trailed off, his cerulean orbs catching yours and you can almost see a gleam of disappointment within this stare. "It's just that I am not confident in my cooking skills, and I do not want to mess things up, you know." His confession made you go 'awe' and your pats on his head got a little aggressive, but not enough to hurt him.

"Xavier, there is always a first time to everything. This time, we are both going to do this together okay?" You held out your hand to him in the form of a fist, with your pinky finger dangling mid-air. "I promise okay?"

Instead of hooking your pinky to formalise the promise, the blond boy took your hand in his larger ones and kissed your pinky. A much more intimate promise of his. "Alright, if you say so." Your cheeks blushed slightly at the sudden bold interaction. His smile then exchanged for a smirk and he leans in, catching your lips in his and you returned the favour. When he pulled back, he tilted his head sideways, an abashed grin accompanied his features. “I look forward to your guidance.”

"Now, on here, it says that we have to combine the wet and dry ingredients together." You had your finger lining up towards the sentence on the book, eyes focused on the instructions. It has been like this for quite a while, you reading off of the book and him doing all of the hard work.

"Okay." He quipped, picking up the bowl containing the dry ingredients and he poured it into the wet mixture. "Do I just stir it around?" He turned towards you, an apron tied to his torso. The apron was mainly a mix of the colours pink and red, with frills sewed onto the sides of the protective garment.

You stifled your laughter, the apron looking extra adorable on him. Initially, he did not want to put on the apron, claiming it was not his type of clothing. But with a bit of coaxing, and an offer to bring him to eat hotpot later, he gladly went along with your idea.

You nodded, watching him when he started stirring the mixture together, his force making some of the flour poured out of the bowl and staining his apron. Oh, how you wished that he could have worn this without the extra layers beneath it. Then he shall be a desirable eye candy for sure. Of course, getting him to wear the apron itself has been a trouble so you could only imagine how much more troublesome would it be to convince him to be half naked in it.

"This does not...look right." He showed you the bowl and your gasped, shocked at how the mixture has a lot of air bubbles. By a lot, it is filled with air bubbles. "Maybe I whipped it too hard?" DEFINITELY.

"Xavier, I think you should go slow on the mixing process okay?" You smiled apologetically at him, giving him a pat on his shoulders and a kiss on his arm. He looked down at the bowl and took the spatula and the next thing he did, was whipping the mixture HARD. "Xavier!"

"Huh?" He looked at you, eyes widened. "I am whipping it slowly, like what you told me to do." At that moment, you felt like your instructions had fallen on deaf ears, or maybe on hands that are just not capable of cooking. But you chuckled, calming yourself down and you showed him the motions of whipping the mixture 'slowly'.

It took you around two times to get him to mix the combined ingredients till you achieve the texture that is similar within the cook book. Then, you layered parchment paper onto a baking tray and he poured the mixture onto it. The thick brown texture slowly flowed onto the parchment paper. Then, you instructed Xavier to flatten it but the moment he raised his arms up high, you stopped him. He was not going to flatten the mixture, you think he was actually going to flatten his whole floor to the ground floor.

"Just spread it out, you don't have to smack it or anything." You took over the spatula and he watched in awe at your languid movements as you spread the thick batter to cover it all over the parchment paper. "And we are done."

"Does this mean we can eat it now?" Xavier looked at the batter, confusion written on his face. There is no way you guys went through all of the trouble just to eat something that does not even look as appetising.

His question made you laughed. Oh, how innocent this boy could be. "No Xavier, we have to bake it first, then we can eat it afterwards." You brought the baking tray to the oven that he owns, but probably never touched. Opening the lid, your assumptions became true, his oven still have the smell of a freshly bought one, the metallic smell of new appliances apparently. "Now, set the temperature to 325 degrees and bake it for about 40 to 45 minutes."

Xavier bent down and started to adjust the temperature using the knobs and buttons available on the electrical appliance. Once he was done, both of you headed over to the couch to await for the brownie to be done.

DING! The chime on the oven jolted the both of you, heads turning in sync, away from the cartoon playing on the television towards the kitchen area. "I think it is done." Xavier stood up, apron still clung to him. "I will go and get it out and we can taste test it."

"Be careful, it's going to be hot, so make sure you are putting on the mittens before you are getting the tray out." He replied you with an 'okay' as he headed to the kitchen. Sounds of a door opening and closing echoed through his apartment, accompanied with the sweet, delectable smell of brownies. "It smells great Xavier!"

"Yeah it does." He appeared from the corner, tray in his mitted hands and he smiled, walking over to you carefully. This is one of the first times you had ever seen this young man trudging carefully as he always walks with a purpose in mind. "I think we managed to do it this time. Oh wait, let me get a knife to cut it as well."

He placed the tray onto the coffee table and he took long strides over to the kitchen again, judging by his hasty movements, he should be hungry already. He returned with a knife and two small plates, alongside with two forks, a smile pasted onto his face and he took a seat next to you and started cutting into it. The brownie looks really promising. Perhaps even better than the ones which are store-bought. Call it biasness, but Xavier would call it his first time success.

Two slices of brownies are placed individually onto both of the plates and you both shared a look before digging in. The pungent, fragrant smell hit the both of your mouths but what comes later was the exponential increase of saltiness within your mouth and you spit out the brownie. You looked over to Xavier, his eyes closed and you can tell he was not enjoying the slightest bit for the salty piece of dessert. But he forced it down his throat anyways. "How much salt did you put into this Xavier?"

"Just two spoonfuls like what you said." He looked at you with those puppy eyes of his, a genuine reaction.

"Alright, was it 1/4 of a tablespoon?" You asked, recalling during then, you were too busy replying to Tara on your phone hence you did not noticed the amount of salt he had put in, or the type of spoon he used to measure the amount of salt.

"I didn't know which one it was, so I scooped the salt with the biggest spoon they have." His answer made you smiled at him, not disappointed, but you wished you could have monitored him better. At least he tried, so that should matter more. "Did it tasted that bad?"

"It's just a little bit salty." Your reply made him looked down at the brownie and you were worried that he might not take your answer well. "It's okay Xavier, shall we just stick to store-bought brownies next time?"

"Or, we can just go for hotpot now." He put the plate back onto the table, next to the tray. "Then when we come back, we can try baking it again." He smiled at you and took your hand into his, a confident smile on his face.

This is the one-shot for you Xavier girlies out there! Poor Xavier can't cook but we all know that at least he is willing to give it his best and to try again and again, just to spend precious time with you ;) Hope all of you enjoyed it!

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Vox x Fem! Reader || Caught In Wires 🔪🫂

Word Count: 2,109

Warning: Possessive behavior, abuse of power, Stockholm syndrome signs(?)

Scenario: Stop running for it is foolish. An animal worth keeping alive knows what its purpose in the end is. Requested from my AO3.

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Vox is a powerful man, one of the most powerful and that meant that in most of not all cases he tended to get exactly what he wanted.

You had been working for him for a while now. Some silly girl who needed a job when you fell down here and if you weren't blessed with anything else you had managed to be blessed with your skills in combat.

You were a damn good fighter, one who seemed to hold so much potential. You could tear through flesh like a knife through butter, could bite through metal with how competent your teeth and fangs were, and you spilled blood like you had a knack for it.

To see the least, you managed to reel in attention, a lot of it but imaging your surprise when you found yourself face to face with the TV overlord himself, Vox.

He had stood before you, a charming smirk on his face as you kneeled in front of him and you had huffed.

At first, you had been pissed. The last thing you needed was for some overlord to come knocking around and claiming you and yet… that's exactly what had happened. You had been swarmed, collected and kidnapped, a bag being tossed over your head and your hands being tied behind your back. You had spent so much time ducking and dodging these sketchy people, these sketchy places… and yet he had still managed to track you, chase you, and find you.

Vox was a determined mother fucker.

You could give him that, the two of you had a bit of history. History that made sense as to why he's spent all this time looking for you and the reason simply had been that you knew him.

And he knew you.

There was a story there that only the two of you seemed to know about and basically it was that you had known each other for a while now.

It started with you working under Valentino, the bastard. You had refused to give your body over in the aspects that were expected of you and so you had been tossed out. Though, prior to said time Vox… had often come to you.

Speaking with you, touching you, caressing you and you'd be a liar to say that his touch hadn't been the only touch to actually make you feel something in this hellhole.

Honestly being tossed out had been both a blessing and a curse, the blessing being that you had finally escaped… even for just a little bit and the curse was that though you hated that place if there was one thing you missed it would have been him.

The TV overlord himself.

It was irritating, annoying how much time you spent thinking of him. His hands as they held you close or his voice that always seemed to make you shiver. When you ran away there had been many times where you yourself had contemplated if leaving… had actually been the right idea. The right thing to do. Outside of the ghostly touches that seemed to linger it always felt like you were being watched and even you knew that with the amount of surveillance he had, it was only a matter of time before he truly got back to you.

So as he stood before you after the guards were ordered to leave, you huffed, turning your gaze down for a moment to try and avoid that smug look that you knew was already on his face. As expected he doesn't quite allow that as he squats and gently or as gently as he could manage as excitement ran through him and he took hold of your chin. His nails just lightly sink into your skin as he tilts your head up and defiantly, you bare your teeth and fangs. It doesn't seem to do anything but make him chuckle as the two of your eyes connected. Yours narrowed while his… sparkled like a child after finding their favorite toy.

You had seen that look on his face many times now and still it raised the hairs on your neck and made you shiver.

You snap your snap aside, growling and the second time he reaches out to take hold of your face he's not so nice.

His hold is firmer this time, his thumb and pointer finger squished your cheeks and made you pucker and as annoying as it was you couldn't stop the way your face felt a bit warmer. When you had been working he had done this many times, holding you like this enough that it stuck in your head as something that only he was allowed to do to you.

As you look up again you can see that predatory look in his eyes and even with his hold you know he's being patient. His patience was definitely why you had ran to him when working with Valentino had finally drove you crazy. Valentino would have hit you by now, putting his hand on that pretty face of yours in a not so pretty way.

It truly was a blessing in a curse.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in.” Vox chuckles as he gently pets you, your bound hands being tied behind your back as he of course feels no reason to rush what he's doing. With the two of you here alone now he could spend hours admiring this face of yours without getting tired.

“They do say that lost items do tend to find their way home after a while of being lost.” He says in that eerily calm voice of his, that tone that he didn't seem to use often except for in this situation. Not just that but his eyes are lidded and you can't help but want to keep your own eyes on them just to watch him because at times Vox had and could be unpredictable. Just because he was being nice didn't mean he had to be such and you had seen his interactions with others to know such. Even if he himself didn't lay his hands on you Vox always had the power to order it to be done even by someone else.

He tend not to treat you like that though. Yes, sure he had stalked you and kidnapped you but if anyone was to lay their hands on you then he would admit that he preferred that someone being him. If they were to kiss you, hold you, fuck you then yes… he'd prefer it to be him and as unclassy as it would be for him to harm you in such ways Vox was never against a good well earned punishment. He could put you in your place if he really wanted to, could make you beg for forgiveness with your eyes full of tears if that what he really craved and he did crave such but he did prefer it when your tears came from mind numbing ecstacy instead of earth shattering pain.

So no matter how many times you ran thinking you could actually get away and how angry you seemed whenever the two of you were together, Vox would be patient with you.

Well, sorta patient.

Even good dogs need correction from time to time.

He looks at you for a moment before moving that hand to slowly trail down your neck and you can't stop your own breath from hitching at the touch. You weren't sure if you were just crazy or maybe he had finally managed to get under your skin a little but the feeling of his grip reminds you of the many nights he's used it on you before. A surge of electricity runs through you when his hand wraps around your throat and it's not tight but definitely a good hold, firm and strong. The nights that you found yourself covered in his kisses, in his caresses and as much as you wanted to hate it you had come to really, really enjoy it.

He was crazy, fucking insane and you couldn't exactly tell if you were secretly lucky or very misfortuned.

You could make a guess.

“Fuck you Vox..” you snarled and you could have imagined it but you could have sworn the mother fucker bit his fucking lip just from hearing you say that and there's so much tension in the air that you felt like you could feel in on you skin, taste it on your tongue as you practically spat out his name and before you could even understand it he leans in and presses close.

Something wet and slurpy slides against your bottom lip and you gasp, shock and heat shooting up your spine, eyes widening and it's not until you feel a wet slide that you calculated it being his tongue.

You accidentally moan.

It's wet and warm and long and when you gasped he slid it inside, keeping his lidded eyes open just to watch your reaction. You remembered his taste after all this time and as his tongue slides against and over yours in the lewdest of ways you can't seem to fight off the many memories he left you with of that tongue and its taste and before you can bother to get your scattered brain together you seem to melt. Falling into his hold like a damsel in distress and he was your knight, the one who was here to save you from your own damnation.

It almost felt right, felt…normal. To be here with him, tied up as the two of your tongues tangle and as angry as you are made you really did miss him and so… you can't help but give in, kissing, smooching, sucking on each other's tongues.

You find that there's nothing more you want to do be to reach those bond hands up to touch him, to hold him, to cling to him because after all this time maybe Vox really was your salvation and really he was just trying to remind you of that.

Remind you of the sins that led you to hell to begin with, or the way Valentino had treated you when you were under his rule even and you were sure if he had a point or if you were actually losing your mind but maybe Vox had another point stacked against you.

Maybe you were nothing but a silly woman who need guidance and Vox was one thing but you had been in hell long enough to know that even with who he was… being with him and by his side was a lot better, safer, than bwjng around and with many others down here.

And maybe, just maybe you were tired of fight, of running from him because Vox had also stated many times that you would never get away from him and you were starting to see it over, and over, and over again now. And unholy hell were you exhausted.

You slowly but sure give into his kisses, returning them out of both anger and desperation and all you want to do is have your hands be free so you could jump on him, cling to him like he was the only thing there in this hell but to your dismay and his pleasure, your still bound, even when he pulled away and left you panting heavily for breath that you previously didn't know you'd been missing.

“It doesn't matter how many times you run, I will always come and find you.” He says with a hum, a low sing songy voice as he caresses your cheeks again, watching as your chest heavily rises and falls and how red your face has grown just from a kiss all on its own. After all, if a kiss could make you blush so easily, imagining your reactions to biting you until you were covered in his marks or to him pounding you pussy open with his cock while you squeeze him only seemed to drive him wild with mad passion and lust.

To put it lightly, you belonged to him and if you needed to be taught such a lesson then he would teach you, over and over again until it finally stuck forever in that precious little head of yours.

“I own you and I'll make sure you know that, my love.” He says with a low and deep chuckle and you feel weak in his hold, useless, discouraged as well as… loved, admired, and adored… interestingly enough.

How were you supposed to make it out of this one?

Even you don't know the right answer right now.

~ ✨

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

CHAPTER 12

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- mention of pregnancy, mention of sandors past, mention of scars, 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst.

Previous chapter here

Slightly proof read sorry for any errors

You sit on the horse joss holding onto you as sandor walks beside the horse holding it by the reins. 

“Ser. I can walk.” joss speaks. 

“Shut up.” Sandor says. 

“M-my lady should have the horse to herself-” 

“I said shut- up.” Sandor speaks. 

“Joss…if you’d like to stretch your legs you are more than welcome but you are injured and if you are to make it to Volantis without further complication i suggest you stay put on the horse with me… is what my dear husband is trying to say.” you speak. 

Sandor stops and so do you both as he looks up to you. You give him a reassuring smile. He huffs looking away but then his head snaps to the side. Of the canyon not. 

“Th-thank you ser.” joss says to sandor. 

“Be quiet,” he says. 

“Sandor must you be so ru-” you begin but he puts his hand over your mouth as well as he hands you the reins of the horse. 

“Quiet.” he speaks slowly. Drawing out his sword. You and joss stay quiet. The horse begins to shift uncomfortably. He walks some feet away looking around only for an arrow to barely miss him and zip across you spooking the horse as it lodges itself into the rock behind you. 

Men appear from behind the rocks and begin an amish of an attack. Sandor easily takes out two of them. 

“Sandor!” you cry out trying to regain control over the horse. The men charge at you and joss, before they begin to pile on top of your husband. 

“When you reach the clearing go left until you hit the edge of Westeros in sunspear!” Sandor speaks.

“NO not without you!” you cry but regardless sandor slaps the haunches of the horse. 

“I’LL FIND YOU GO!” he yells as the horse takes off with you and joss through the canyon the men running after you shooting arrows past you both only to miss. The speed of the horse overtakes the power of the men running and you both zip through the rest of the canyon of prince’s pass. Coming to a clearing of sand presumably in sandstone at the edge of westeros. You pull on the reins of the horse stopping it. 

“We have to go back.” You speak, your voice breaking. 

“My lady no.” joss says hopping off the horse calming it down. 

“My husband is back there with God knows how many men! He needs help.” you say beginning to cry. 

“With all do respect my lady NO! With Gods know how many men attacking him back there, he’s the lord hound of house clegane, a fighter , a man of the kings guard most feared in all of king's landing and im a squire and you are a princess. With what skill are we able to fight? He said he will find us whether that be in the clouds with our lord or here on land  but for now we need to get to safety!” joss says looking you dead in the eyes. 

Tears stream down your face and you nod. 

“Volantis is east, left, as ser clegane as said if we go now we can get to hellholt inn nearing dark and sleep then head sunspears dock in the morn.” he speaks. You nod he takes the reins of the horse and begins to lead to hellholt town. You look behind you not seeing anyone, not seeing sandor.

—-----

Sandnor is pushed down to the ground and hand tied behind his back before a bag is thrown over his head and pushed into the ground. 

“It's sandor clegane ser” a man says its muffled do to the linen on his head but he can hear enough. 

“Hmm…lets take him back to the tavern well ask what to….he will have a word.'' The middle and probably most important bit of sandor needed to hear had been muffled with the new sound of horse hooves hoping it's not you coming back to “save” him. But it's not. 

Sandor is dragged up to his feet before the rope around his hands is attached to another on the end of the horse as he's led somewhere else. Trying to scope out his surroundings as they head through the canyon trying to get a general sense of direction, but with a potato sack on your head it's kinda hard to do so. 

Without realizing it he allows his mind to wander to you, wondering if you're trying to ride back or if you listened to him and continued to head east. No of course not with how demanding you were with him to join you to your home, you would've told joss to turn around or left him there to get back to him, but then joss would keep you safe and that gives him so peace of mind. 

The thoughts of you and wondering if your safe block out the extended amount of time to the miles of walking. The sound of people laughing and talking quietly when he seemingly enters a tavern just barely missing the door frame as he almost hits his head against it. 

The bag is pulled off his head after further muffled talking, exchanging victory of how they had caught Sandor in the first place. 

“Aha not a man at all then…A HOUND!” thoros speaks, turning around and smiling at him. 

Thoros…the fuck you doing here?” Sandor grumbles. 

“Talking, drinking, fucking the usual! Same as old! And you?” Thoros asks. 

“I don't need you in my business top knot.” Sandor huffs out. 

“Oh come now clegane be kind.” Thoros prods. 

“He was with a woman and a boy.” another man says. 

“Hmm..a woman and a boy..musta been your lady wife then hmm? How's that going, lots of babes?” thoros chuckles causing sandor to retaliate in the ropes that hold his back from absolutely smashing thoros’s head against the table.

“Ooh feisty. Come on let's take him to the lord of light.'' Thoros says. Before the bag is placed over sandors head once again he notices a kid her hair short yet still long enough to be recognized. 

“Girl!?” Sandor barks out. All the attention is now placed on the child who is trying to hurriedly leave. 

“Arya stark! What are you doing with her?” Sandor speak.

“You know her?” thoros asks. 

“And you don't..how fitting.” Sandor scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“Hmm well if you know she's valuable, well take her too.” thoros demands as a man grabs her as well. 

“What! NO! You said I could go free.” she squeals trying to fight the man who has her easily in his grip. 

“Yes. That before you were valuable. lets go '' he says putting the bag back over sandors head after there's one now on arya. They are both led out of the place this time and Sandor does hit his head on the door frame making him duct with an annoyed groan. 

Once again sandors mind wanders to you it's getting dark and he wonders if you and joss had made it to the inn before sunspear or if you had run the horse all the way to the edge before dark where you got on a ship or if you had headed the other way to find him. He knows you're stubborn, especially since you love him. 

But then his mind snaps to the feeling of his hand on your stomach, how he can feel your heartbeat and swears he feels the babe inside your belly’s heart beating too. He needs you to be safe. He knows how dangerous child bearing can be. His mother died trying to give birth to what would've been sister. He remembers hearing the men of the town saying they were expecting her death as how she could possibly give birth to another large baby. 

‘Then next baby that bitch bear will be just as big as the first two might as well split the poor lady in half.’ he remembers the merchant speaking to the farmer who then told half the town about his mother's pregnancy and then how his mother wouldn't look at him after he was burnt. He doesn't want the same fate for you. 

Being pushed into a cave with one source of heat snaps him out of his mind fog. The bag is taken off his head once more before seeing many others, a large fire burning before him forces Sandor to take a step back from the heat. 

“Sandor clegane.” a deep raspy voice from the darkness is heard before a man with an eyepatch emerges into the light. 

“Beric Dondarrion…” Sandor huffs looking at the man who's known for cheating death many times before. 

“If I untie you will you try to kill everyone in this cave?” Beric asks. 

“Just the bald headed cunt would keep mocking me.” Sandor grunt in annoyance to thoros. Beric gives thoros a look, a mixture of disappointment and amusement before nodding his head. The ropes are cut off of sandors wrists allowing him to rub the bruises that have formed. 

“Now then… shall we talk like civilians?” Beric suggests. Only leaving Sandor to sigh.

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Rating: Dark Smut🍡🍫

“Suzuya-san, how much further do we have to go?” You inquired of your black-haired squad captain.

Juuzou had demanded quite urgently for you to come along with him to deliver Christmas gifts to all of the investigators in your building.

You currently serve as his second-in-command in the newly formed Suzuya Squad and Juuzou holds you in high regards, always keeping you by his side. He even brought you with him to deliver a fresh bouquet to Mr. Shinohara in the infirmary.

“Just try and keep up, Y/N-chan! We have a lot of presents to deliver before we leave for Christmas vacation today!” He looked at you with his red eyes beaming like stop lights.

Humming and skipping ahead of you, he then stopped at yet another office door.

“Knock, knock! Open up, Akira-chan!” You heard him say as said blonde woman opened the door for him.

She smiled at the two of you upon your entrance. Juuzou reached into his bag and handed her a small, neatly wrapped gift. It was about the size of a square coaster and decorated in shimmery red and white paper with a white bow on top.

“Ah, thank you, Juuzou! That is very thoughtful of you.”

He squealed in childish delight as she petted his black head before reaching into the drawer of her desk to pull something out. A candy cane.

“Thank you, very much, Akira-chan! Let’s head out, Y/N!” He gripped your arm and dragged you back out the door.

Inside his bag, Juuzou had a collection of the sugary, curved candy sticks. What could he possibly be planning to do with all of those candy canes?

—-

You were sorry that you ever wondered.

After all of the gifts had been delivered, Juuzou brought you back to his office and locked the door behind him. 

Once the shades had been pulled over all the windows, he gave you that cute, innocent smile of his.

“Do you want to play a game, Y/N-chan?”

“W-what, what kind of game?”

A devious smirk covered his lips, followed by a thick, pink tongue flicking out to lick at them.

“A fun one.”

—--

“Suzuya-san…is there a reason for this?” Your shaky voice barely reached the ears of your superior. 

The faux-noir was really paying you no mind as his tongue swirled around the tip of yet another candy cane. He had managed to sharpen their ends into sharp points using his tongue alone.

You attempted to free your arms and legs from their bindings, but with Juuzou’s strength and skills you were no match for the intricate trap that he’d encased you in. 

With your legs spread-eagle and ankles tied to either side of his small desk, you couldn’t help but feel the burn and stretch of this awkwardly painful position.

All around you, Juuzou had you pinned with his sharpened candy canes. Some dug into the meat of your thighs, some your tits, and others in various places strewn all over your trembling, bleeding body.

“Please, Suzuya-san…let me out of this! I..I can’t take this anymore! Please, just fuck me!” You begged. 

“Oh? What’s that, you said you want me to fuck you? That’s what I’m doing right now, Y/N-chan!” He cheered gleefully then rubbed his tongue over your swollen clit, sticky from both his saliva, your cum, and the striped candy that he kept rubbing all along your slickened folds.

“N-no…not like this. With your dick*..”

Juuzou leaned up onto his elbows and spat on your clit before using his entire hand to rub it side to side. His movements were rough, but luckily your arousal had you wet enough that it didn’t hurt too badly.

“You’re such a whiny bitch, Y/N. I seriously doubt that you could take my dick*, so what was the point in you even asking me that, hm?!”

He slapped your pussy hard with his hand then thrust his red-stitched middle finger in your cunt to the hilt. A pained shout tore from your throat as he moved it in hard and fast; his fingers were so long, he might as well have been cervix-checking you.

“Aww, it’s okay, Y/N-chan. You may not be able to handle my dick*, but this should suffice just as well!” 

E/c orbs doubled in horror as he pulled one last candy cane from his sack. An extra-large one, green and red-striped with a prominently phallic-shaped tip.

“Merry Christmas!”

*yes, he was castrated which means he has no balls, but he likely still has a dick!

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[badasgirlfriend]

Everything for you

pairing: draco malfoy x ravenclaw! fem oc

genre: angst

warnings: toxic relationship, jealosy, swearing, draco being a dick

a/n: i listened to i miss u im sorry while writing this, also this is my first draco imagine pls be nice :D

part 2?

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"Draco" the young ravenclaw yells as she chases her boyfriend. She calls out his name, begging him to stop and listen to her.

But Draco is faster than her and he is able to to keep running away. He's too overwhelmed and angry to even talk to her With everything that has been going on he wishes he could just disappear without ever being found. He continues to ignore his girlfriend's calls, her voice getting fainter as he escapes into the dark.

He finds himself near the room of requirement. He was furious, he slams his fist into the wall, hard. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the anger and jealousy he was feeling. Memories of what his friends said, of Potter flirting and dancing with his girlfriend play in Draco's mind.

"Mate, put a leash on your girlfriend. She couldn't keep her hands off Potter all night"

"They danced all night, even Slughorn thought they would make a good couple"

He thought Nott and Goyle could be lying, but why would they lie. He immediately went to the party Slughorn was holding, he wished that it was all bullshit but when he stepped in the room and saw Briar and Potter dancing, His Briar and Potter dancing and giggling, fucking giggling. He saw his girlfriend leaning and touching Potters cheek, was she going to kiss him...? He would never forget their faces when they saw him, their smiles faded so fast, it was like they got caught doing something.

He snaps out of it when he hears Briar's voice. Draco turns around to see her running towards him. She grabs his wrist before he leaves again. But Draco wasn't having any of this. He shakes Briar's hand off his wrist "What do you want"

Briar takes a step back shocked, Draco never acted like this towards her so this was new to the brunette. She didn't know what happened or what she did wrong to make him this upset.

One minute she was dancing and laughing at her friend's poor dancing and eavesdropping skills. He wanted to know what Ginny and her date were arguing over so him being nosy, he asked Briar to dance, and help him.

"What happened" she furrows her brows taking a good look at him. It has been two days since she last saw him, Briar didn't know if he was avoiding her or he was really busy with homework like Blaise told her. He looked tired and exhausted, like he hadn't slept in days. He had bags under his eyes and his face was too pale. Draco was clearly struggling with something, and Briar felt her heart breaking. All the curses she had wanted to say to him for avoiding her vanished "Are you sick Dray-" She wanted to hug and comfort him but when she went to hug him, he stepped back

"Don't.'

Briar looked at Draco with hurt and confusion on her face. This wasn't like him. Before she could say anything else he beats her to it

'How was the party, did you enjoy it?' his tone was cold and his face stern.

"The party was fine, I had a really good ti-"

"Oh I don't doubt that" he cut her off "Who wouldn't have, with Potter twirling you around whispering sweet things in your ear"

His words made Briar laugh. She couldn't believe what he had said and thought he must be joking "Yeah especially when he got on his knees and proposed to me" she jokes, but her laughter dies when she sees his face, he meant what he said.

Draco was stunned by her laughter. He thought she would be ashamed, but instead she laughed as if everything was a joke. He felt his anger growing "Im sure you wanted that"

"Draco wha-"

"After all he wants you-"

"What-"

"You want him, you'd make a good couple"

"What the hell are you talking about"

'You know damn well what the fuck Im talking about" Draco snapped, laughing and shaking his head in disbelief. Why was she acting so clueless. Why couldn't she see how much she had hurt him "You were all over him flir-"

"WHAT THE FUCK' Briar yells, she felt like she was going to explode. She was tired of the vague statements and the confusion "I don't fucking know a single thing you're making up'

The slytherin boy scoffs. he was losing control of what he was feeling. He couldn't stop thinking about all the times his girlfriend hung up with Harry, when they talked, laughed and everything.

'He deserves her' a voice says in his head 'He can protect her whereas you will only break and put her life in danger'

He didn't want to believe it, but, it was true. A knot forms on his throat. You don't deserve her, you don't deserve her, you don't deserve her

"Sorry for ruining your little party you can go back and continue making googly eyes at your precious Potter" he spits "Or maybe you'd rather be with Weasley.

Briar was taken aback at what Draco was saying. She had nothing going on with Harry they were close friends and Draco knew that, she told him from the start. He never accused her of being unfaithul during their two year relationship.

"Draco, I know you're not at your best right now, but this is hurting me" Briar says. She was trying to be understanding. She knew Draco wasn't himself, but his words hurt her. "Please don't say things you don't mean"

Draco completly ignored what she said, for once in his life he had something or rather someone Potter didn't have, Briar.

Not anymore.

"Fuck- why did you go with him" his voice broke "You know he's the only one who has something over him and you still went with him fucking hell Briar you played me well"

"We were just dancing, he-he wanted to know why Ginny and her boyfrie-"

"Stop lying you were about to kiss"

"Im not lying" she chokes up "Stop acting like a dick and listen, we weren't about to kiss, Harry doesn't even fucking like me Draco you know he's my closest friend"

Draco clicked his tounge shaking his head, he couldn't believe it, she was defending him

"Do you know what everyone was saying, that you look like a couple" Briar only stared at him with tears on her eyes, why wasn't he believing her "That you were all over him, he was all over you. That you fi- you finally got together"

Briars heart was shattering with every word her boyfriend was saying "Since when do you listen to the other people"

From the start he thinks to himself unwanted memories coming to him

'Did you hear Malfoy and Bianchi are dating"

'She can definitely do better"

"I was rooting for her and Harry man"

"I don't think they will last knowing his familys history and all"

"I thought she liked Harry"

"Why would she choose him, his family is full with death eaters, he's gonna become one sooner or later"

Yes why would she choose you Draco when she can have better

"Since my girlfriend’s name keeps getting mentioned with schools saint" he gets closer to her and sees the tears brimming in her eyes, he made her cry. "Who's next give me a hint, the Weaslys? You have options there, maybe Finnigan or my friend Zabini, huh? I wouldn't be surprised, you would go along with his mom, even share the list of the men you want to go after”

Briar felt like a little girl getting scolded by her mother, like she was in trouble for a mistake that she didn't realize she had made. After all she went through for him, did she deserve to be treated like this.

He looked at Briar and spoke through clenched teeth "Bloody hell I even went against my parents for you because you're a half blood, everything they believed in and everything they wanted, for you!"

Ouch

Draco knew he shouldn't have said those things. Blood status didn't matter to him he didn't say that because he believes it, he said that because he was angry and he wanted to hurt her. The blond boy didn't apologise or try to fix the damage he had caused. Instead, he just kept on with the attack.

If someone asked Briar who was the person standing in front of her, she would be at loss. This isn't the Draco she had fallen in love with. She didn't recognize him.

'Im not sorry" she says in a low voice, the anger and hurt appeared in her eyes as she gazed at him. She hit him on the chest "Im not sorry for dancing with my friend' hit "Im not sorry for being a halfblood" hit "Im not sorry for other people talking"

As she raised her fist to hit him again, he quickly grabbed her wrists, stopping in her tracks

"Stop" he said in a stern tone, his gaze steady and his grip firm

She didn't try to pull away her wrists, she simply stared at his eyes, blue met gray "But Im sorry for myself because I- don't deserve this"

"I've made so many sacrifices for you, given up so much for our relationship, because I love you. I've lost friends, I almost lost my relationship with my parents too. But all I wanted was to be with you, no matter the cost" she said her voice cracking and tears rolling down her cheeks and Draco wanted to do nothing more but wipe her tears.

"Yet you ruined everything" Draco's voice was cold and unfeeling, it cut through her like a knife "Like you always do"

"I didn't ruin shit" her voice was filled with anger and hurt, her hands were shaking as she grabbed him by the collar wrenching him closer to her, shouting in his face "This is all your doing, you're destroying us, because of your own insecurities"

"I could have accused you of cheating," she said, her tone still thick with emotion. "You've been so distant lately, leaving me to spend time with some other girl?"

Draco shook his head in disbelief unable to believe what she was saying, if she only knew what he was doing.

"I could have easily thought the worst," she continued, "Because you haven't even noticed that I haven't been around."

She took a shaky breath, and her eyes met his, "But I didn't, I never would."

Draco's jaw tightened as he met her gaze. He knew if he stayed more he would break down, so with that she pushed Briars hands and turned to leave.

"Draco" he stops in his track and closes his eyes at the sound of his name coming from her "Please let's talk and figure out this misunderstanding"

He thinks about it, he thinks of the aftermath and it doesn't look good on his head. It's better like this, for both of them.

Briar's chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her tears falling down her cheeks. "Draco," she said through her tears, "If you leave now, it's over for us."

Draco's head was buzzing with thoughts, his emotions in turmoil. A voice in the back of his mind told him that he wasn't good enough for her, that she deserved better. She deserved someone who shared the same beliefs and values, someone who can support her in the way she deserves it. A death eater can't do that, so to protect her he chose to leave without sparing a glance at her.

A pang of heartbreak hit Briar as she watched Draco leave, her eyes blurry with tears as she tried to hold back her emotions. But then, as he disappeared out the door, the dam of tears broke and she crumpled to the ground, her face buried in her palms as she sobbed uncontrollably. As the tears fell down her cheeks, she felt a deep fear of abandonment welling up inside her.

"I didn't cheat on you, why won't you believe me," she sobbed softly, her voice trembling as she felt utterly alone. "I didn't do anything…"

For a moment, she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe Draco would come back, maybe she would be able to explain things to him again. But the thought was quickly snatched away. Nobody was there to comfort her, to tell her everything would be all right. Nobody cared.

She could hear the muffled voices of two voices arguing nearby. One voice, was sweet and gentle, while the other voice, husky but soothing. They were both very recognizable, even if she couldn't make out their words clearly.

"How in the bloody hell are we gonna find her in this bloody massive castle Granger, not very smart of you?"

"Will you stop Parkinson, she's somewhere here. Let's just look"

"There"

"3..2..1.. Happy birthday to you happy birthday dear Bria- Briar what happened" it was Pansy her best friend who immediatly went to her side, Hermione behind her trying not to trip and fall with the cake they had made for her.

Pansy took Briar's face in her hands, wiping away her tears with a gentle touch. Hermione took Briar's hand in hers, her eyes filling with tears seeing her best friend in such a state. Briar didn't say anything, she knew that if she said something right know she would end up worse Hermione and Pansy wrapped their arms around Briar tightly, their hug comforting and supportive.

It was clear that they both cared about her, and they weren't going to leave her alone to suffer. Even though it hurt to see her like this, they were trying to be strong for her, and their hugs offered a calming presence and comfort. They gave each other a worried look as they held their best friend bclose, each of them worrying about how much pain Briar must be in. But they both agreed to be there for her, no matter what.

Briar's tears continued to fall down her cheeks, but she hugged her two friends back tightly. It felt nice to have their support, and she appreciated how they were there for her in her time of need.

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Heated ~ pt.16

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9 ~ Pt.10 ~Pt.11 ~ Pt.12 ~ Pt.13 ~ Pt.14 ~ Pt.15 ~ Pt.16 ~ Pt.17 ~ Pt.18 ~ Pt.19 ~ Pt.20 ~ Pt.21 ~ Pt.22 ~ Pt.23 ~ Pt.24 ~ Pt.25

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Canon Typical violence, smut!, blow jobs/oral, mentions of slave girls, Hunter being protective, Wrecker's massive dick

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“Okay, show me how one more time.” Wrecker said studying the photo reference versus the tangled bindings around Tech’s wrists. 

“I already told you twice. You need to pay closer attention.” Tech snapped shoving his wrists into Wrecker’s grasp.

“But you made it look so easy.” Wrecker growled staring to undo the intricate knots. 

“You are skilled at defusing bombs, this can’t possibly be more difficult than that!” Tech argued. They had been a this longer than he would have preferred. 

“I also have a very distracting photo in front of my face!” Wrecker yelled gesturing to the photo of you tied up with your chest pushed out and glistening while Tech was pounding into you from behind. Your cute little ass was all red and your skin was shiny from your body oils, it made Wrecker sweat just looking at you. His hands seemed unable to respond as well.

This had all started once Tech had shared the very explicit video of the two of you trying bondage for the first time. Wrecker was adamant about learning how to do that, and demanded he get a copy of every photo Tech had taken… for educational purposes of course. Tech waited while everyone was out grabbing supplies at some random stop on the way to their next job, to try and educate his younger brother. 

“I just don’t understand, you double up this one but then separate the two strands to do-” Wrecker paused mid sentence to find the three of you standing in the cabin doorway with varying degrees of shock smeared on your faces. 

“Uhh.” Your jaw hit the floor staring at Tech’s red ropes bound around his wrists while Wrecker clearly was the one tying him up. 

“Trying something new there, Tech?” Hunter smirked setting down the bags of rations. 

The two of them looked down at their joined wrists and the red rope tied between them before flying apart like caught teens. 

“There is a perfectly reasonable answer for this.” Tech’s cheeks flushed, just a bit, while Wrecker stood up sheepishly and flushed a deep crimson. 

“Which is?” Echo raised a brow. 

“I was simply trying to educate Wrecker on how to tie shibari knots.” Tech looked down at his still tied hands. 

“I change my mind.” Echo shook his head and started heading down towards the under belly to drop off the restock, “I don’t want to know.” 

“Thank the maker.” Wrecker laughed. 

You stepped over to Tech to help him escape from the knots before shooting the two of them a conspiratorial look. You knew they were up to something, this just wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. 

“Okay, Tiny!” Echo called from the back of the ship, “Training for an hour then we can head out.” 

“Okay!” You replied setting your bags of goodies down on the dining table.

You followed Echo out of the ship into the desert clearing where Tech landed the ship. You were far enough away from the outpost you knew you’d be safe from wandering eyes. 

Stepping out into the Tatooine sun, you basked in the warmth momentarily. 

“Think fast!” He warned, coming at you with a swinging fist. 

You ducked, and skittered back catching your footing before ducking again. Then he roundhouse kicked, just barely missing your nose. 

You stepped far enough back that you could switch to the offense, and try to mix this all up in your favor. 

Ever since you started training with Echo, and the boys started leaning more into the bonding of your relationships, you noticed you were able to anticipate their moves better. You weren’t entirely sure if this was the soul bond, or just learning them better, but regardless… you knew Echo was going to try to get the upper hand after letting you get a few hits in. You could feel it coming. A certain sense was strengthening in you.

When he went for another right hook, you dodged back and left, bringing your knee up to his ribs forcing him to cough for air on impact.

You heard him before you saw him, but Hunter tried to sneak up behind you. The sound of gravel crunching under his boots alerted you to his position. You spun around swinging your right leg at his middle. He caught it under his bicep and tucked it into his armpit, trying to shake your balance. But you just let him take you both to the ground, where you bent your left leg and used your knee to throw him over you, tossing him into the near by brush with a thud.

“Stun’em pip!” Wrecker cheered from the ship. 

You reached for your blaster when Echo grabbed you, shoving you into the side of the ship knocking the air out of you with a wheeze. You growled pushing back at him but he was using his strength advantage against you keeping you pinned to the warm metal. 

He grabbed the hand holding the blaster and raised it above your head while using his forearm to pin your shoulders back. 

“C’mon.” He encouraged. It was then you realized he put you in the same position Crosshair had on Kasshyyyk. Your blood boiled… then something took over you…

It was like you were seeing the world through Echo’s eyes. Feeling his every move, sensing his own weaknesses and strengths. You made shocked eye contact with him before snapping back to your senses. 

You kicked your feet out tangling his up with your boots while you yanked your extended arm down elbowing him in the jaw with a crack.  

Echo stumble back while you flicked the gun to stun and unloaded on the ARC Trooper. Your aim was impeccable. He dropped into a heap in the dust. 

You only had a moment of victory before Hunter was hurling the vibro blade right at your head. You ducked right in time hearing it cut through the air. It bounced off the durasteel of the ship with a ring making you spring into action. 

You heard Wrecker cheering from the steps as you charged across the clearing.

You aimed your weapon right at Hunter and fired a series of shots. He expertly dodged them making you growl in frustration. He was about to reach for his own weapon when you charged at him, using his own thigh to launch you up in the air, you wrapped both legs around his neck and shoulders twisting your body down to the ground, just like on Kassyyyk, bringing you to the ground. 

But he knew your moves by now, and countered this by grabbing onto your hips, throwing you off of him into the sand carelessly. 

You landed with a grunt rolling in the warm earth quickly getting up onto your feet determined to win this time. 

Echo was just starting to stir when Hunter decided to arch his kicks down at you. You rolled and dodged every kick just in time, watching his heel brutally dig into the sand with every impact. 

You backed up far enough to stand and line up your strike. 

Just when you were ready to make the perfect hit to his beautiful jaw, you missed him pulling out his gun to stun you mercilessly from his hip. 

You yelped before collapsing into the sand in a heap. 

Blackness surrounded you in a numbing sensation.

~~~

“She’s up!” Echo chuckled poking your cheek.

You swatted him away feeling your body coming back to you. You groaned flopping onto your back feeling that you were definitely back on the marauder hearing the rumbling sound of deep space.  

“I was so close.” You whined rubbing your eyes. 

“You were significantly better, out performing your past few sessions by great proportions.” Tech seemed proud of you. 

“Something happened before you shot me.” Echo narrowed his gaze. 

“You felt that too?” You asked sitting up slowly. 

“Yeah… that was strange.” He rubbed his chin. 

“I think it’s a pack bond or something. It was like I was in your mind.” You shook your head confused.

“I noticed your fighting styles take on whoever you��re opposing.” Tech analyzed, “It is most fascinating.” 

 “I think it’s the soul bond.” You said, “I felt like I was Echo. Just for a second. It was strange.” You shook your head still trying to make sense of that. 

“Well, they do say that souls bonds are a unique kind of experience. Two people becoming one in every way. They can even sometimes hear one another in their heads like Jedi.” Tech said. 

“That that has to be it.” You looked to Echo, one of your oldest friends. Of course it was a bond. Platonic as it may be, you viewed Echo as family. He’s been with you for almost your entire career with the GAR. 

You smiled at him and poked him back in the cheek making him playfully shove you back. 

“Cid gave us more intel.” Hunter came into the room partly to check on you but to also let everyone know that they’d be at their location soon. 

He waited for the others to file out, before kneeling down next to you on the cot, “I got something for you.” 

You were curious, “What is it?”

He held up a smaller chest plate that seemed to have been created just for your size. You looked at him with a raised brow. The metal was plain as blaster metal.

“I may not like putting you in the middle of these jobs.” He grabbed your hips sliding you to the edge of the bed before unlatching the pieces, “But, we came across a mandalorian smith who construed this and a few other pieces for you. At least gives me a little more peace of mind.” He sandwiched you between the two metal pieces before securing them together at your shoulders and sides. It looked similar to his own which made you giddy. 

You suddenly felt very overcome with emotion and looked up at your alpha, “Thank you Hunter.” You touched his jaw as he secured the last strap. He wanted to keep you safe. The gesture meant everything to you. 

“How does it feel?” He looked down at you running his hands over the collar of the metal. 

“Good.” You smiled, “Like a glove.” 

“It’s beskar.” He tapped it, “Not even a lightsaber can penetrate it.” 

“Sounds expensive.” You narrowed your eyes. 

“Cid pitched in too.” He smirked. 

That little trandoshan. You knew she cared about you. 

“Actually it was her idea.” Tech walked into the doorway, “Said we were being too reckless with our omega.” 

“Hmm.” You smirked, “I think I owe her a few more shifts then.” 

Tech huffed a laugh, “We’re here by the way.” 

You felt Echo directing the ship down to the surface of Tatooine as you and Hunter returned to the cockpit to join the others. 

~~~

The others showed you how to put on the shoulder guards, the forearm and thigh gauntlets. The last step was Hunter securing the thigh holster over everything along with a knife sheath that ran sideways along your lower back. When he was happy with it, he stood up to stand amongst the others approving their work. 

“Okay, one last present.” Wrecker smiled running into the bunks to grab it. 

“Is it heavy mesh’la?” Hunter asked worrying about you keeping up. 

You raised your arms, testing out the weight, “No, it’s light enough!” 

He nodded approvingly. 

When Wrecker returned, the four boys all looked very excited to show you what they got. 

Wrecker spun around holding a matching helmet, unique it it’s own way, just like theirs. But it seemed to reflect you perfectly. 

Wrecker shuffled forwards to place it over your head being mindful of your hair. 

When he settled it on, you heard it pressurize and suddenly the lens switched on showing you their com channels and the technology inside was analyzing all of your surroundings. 

“Is this what you guys have been seeing this whole time?” You said in wonderment as you looked around the ship and at the alphas standing before you. 

“Heh, yeah pip.” Wrecker chuckled, “Pretty nice huh?” 

“This is wild.” You waved your hands in front of your face watching the technology track your movements.

“That was my doing.” Tech raised his finger, “Wanted it to keep an eye out for you too.” 

“Thank you guys.” You sighed feeling their love as you felt safer than you ever had before. Clearly they had put a lot of thought into this. 

They all smiled looking at you getting used to the armor. 

“Now she looks just like us.” Echo said proudly. 

“Well, she’s gotta paint hers first.” Tech smiled, “Then she’ll be just like us.” 

“I gotta think of what to do.” You shrugged wondering what colors you should use. 

“Alright, let’s get a move on.” Hunter hit the hatch panel, “I don’t want to be here long. The Hutts aren’t people I want to spend much time with.” 

“Keep that on.” Echo thunked you on the head making you whip around to face him, “Hopefully the empire hasn’t put a bounty on you, but incase they have, the Hutts would know about it.” 

“Keep the helmet on. Got it.” You followed after him like a duckling. 

The dome shaped castle Jaba the Hutt inhabited sat right in front of you all. As you approached, the stark surroundings made you a little uneasy, it was even more barren than the little outpost on the other side of the planet. 

Hunter approached the door first when a droid came flying out of the wall yelling at you all in Huttanese. Tech quickly translated explaining that they were there on behalf of Cid for a money transfer. 

The droid camera disappeared into the wall and the massive metal gate creaked open. 

“C’mon.” Hunter waved you all to follow, “Stay close to Echo.” He gave you the order. You swallowed thickly and stuck to Echo like glue. You were getting a little antsy. This was like throwing yourself into the deep end on your first job! No one messed with the Hutts.

The hallway inside the castle was dark and sandy. You noticed gamorrean guards posted in the alcoves watching you closely and holding their massive axes as they snorted.

When all five of you entered the main gallery, you were surrounded by lively music and nearly a hundred bounty hunters, all lounging around in various states of debauchery. You also noticed the slave girls chained to the main throne holding the ugliest mother fucker you’d ever seen. 

Jabba the Hutt…

Hutt’s attendant waved you all over to speak with the slug himself. Hunter stepped forwards saying hello before introducing the group. Then Jabba quickly got into the business deal. Hunter pulled a holo with Cid so the two of them could speak directly. 

While that was happening, you took your time observing the place. A dozen games of sabak were being played while credits and bets were placed. The air was thick with smoke and the light scent of spice. The musicians and show girls were working for their salary. But what surprised you the most was going on in the back of the club. 

You locked in on a few Twi’leks fucking some willing customers in an alcove near the back bar. They were not ashamed in the slightest by the attention they were receiving from other drunk bounty hunters. One girl was perched on a man’s lap as he held her knees up showing everyone just got deep he was inside her as she moaned putting on a show clearly wanton for the looks. 

You felt yourself heat up the longer you watched. It was…hot the way he showed her off. The way all the others were captivated by watching her client’s cock disappear and reappear from her depths. 

Crosshair had done something similar with you and Tech, and the memory had your clothes suddenly feeling a little too restricting… You could still feel the ghost of his hands at the backs of your knees while Tech’s face was buried into your cunt. Even the way Crosshair stretched and displayed you was a clear memory. You shivered trying to will away those feelings. 

You felt Echo nudge you, drawing your attention back to your sergeant. 

It seemed negotiations were going well as the attendant handed over a case of unmarked credits to Hunter. Tech translated a few last words, assumably a thank you, before your alphas turned back to you ushering you all to leave. 

You look one last glance at the slug which was a mistake, his gaze was greedy and hungry as his long foul tongue licked at his slobbering lips. You trotted up to Hunter suddenly realizing how many of the men in the room were staring right at you with the very same look. 

Well… this must be how things are in the outer rim. Not a particularly safe place for women.

You heard Jabba’s voice silence the crowd, “Kava Che Ta mandalorian” 

Tech froze in place looking to Hunter. 

“He asked how much for the mandalorian.” Tech bit out. 

“What?” Hunter was confused, “What mandalorian? 

“He’s talking about Y/N.” Tech said. You shivered. What the kark?

You tucked into Hunter’s side feeling your stomach drop into your ass with nerves. 

“She’s not for sale.” Hunter growled tugging you closer to him. 

Jabba then said, “Jee'll Fofo Cid's Moulee-rah Che Ta Cheeka”

Tech growled, “He’ll double Cid’s amount for the female.” 

You clenched onto Hunter’s belt feeling him get riled up and protective. 

“Not going to happen.” Hunter snarled placing his hand on the hilt of his gun. 

“Is she yours?” The attendant asked with a devilish grin. He clocked the way you clung to Hunter like a typical omega would. 

“Yes.” Hunter tightened his grip on you and the weapon at his side, “She is.” 

You felt the others close in on you keeping you protectively in their circle. Wrecker pressed into your back securely.

Then Jabba gave the order. If they weren’t going to sell you, he was going to take you by force and kill your alpha. The entire club erupted into violence as the other bounty hunters opened fire wanting to be the one to bring Jabba his next prize. 

Hunter grabbed you hauling you behind one of the alcoves as blaster fire whizzed by your heads. 

“We gotta get to the ship!” Echo yelled firing back hitting one bounty hunter after another. 

“Wrecker give us some cover!” Tech yelled firing into the crowd. 

“Oh gotcha!” Wrecker reached into his pack grabbing two flash bangs. 

“Cover your ears.” Hunter covered you with his body as Wrecker chucked the bombs into the lounge. You muffled the sound inside your helmet just in time when the whole building lit up with blinding white light and disorienting smoke. You heard the loud groans and screams coming from the crowd.

“Move!” Hunter nudged you forwards and you broke out into a run. 

More blaster fire flew past you and you grabbed your gun firing back giving yourself more cover. You watched one of the plasma bullets hit a bounty hunter square in the chest. You internally cheered seeing your training finally paying off. 

“Ahh!” Echo was surprised when a gamorrean knocked him off his feet sending his back into the sand with a punching thud.

Then you were surrounded. The greenish guards brandished their axes swinging at you without much grace. You swiftly shuffled backwards before kicking the guard hard in the side of the head. He squealed and stumbled back giving you a window to fire your blaster killing him on the spot.

“Hah!” You cheered. Hearing the commotion in the back. When you turned back around, you saw your alphas finishing off the last gamorrean before grabbing your hand and continuing to run towards the open gate. 

“Just a little further!” Tech said remotely powering up the ship hearing it whirl to life. 

You broke out into a full sprint wanting to fling yourself into the Marauder as fast as possible. 

When the ship was in site, you followed Tech inside skittering into the cockpit helping him start the launch sequence. Tech guided the ship up as the others jumped inside dodging more blaster fire. 

“Shit!” Echo yelped dodging a bullet, “Any day now!” 

Tech angled the nose of the marauder into the sky and hit the accelerator. Hunter hit the hatch door and you all flopped down into your seats letting out a groan. 

“Is it always like that for you?” You yanked the helmet off letting your hair tumble out as you gasped for air. 

“Pretty much.” Tech nodded setting the course for Ord Mantel. 

“Dank ferrik.” Wrecker groaned out in pain as he clutched at his bicep.  

You looked up noticing the red patch on his arm… he must have been shot in the escape.

“Oh no.” You got up running past him to the galley to grab your medical bag. 

“Hold still love.” You helped remove his shoulder pauldron and rolled up his sleeve. He winced when you jostled the skin a bit but you quickly got to work spreading the bacta and applying the bandage to stop the bleeding, “All better alpha.” You smiled up at him getting him to cheer up. 

He held the back of your head in his massive hand bringing you up to his mouth. He pressed a loving kiss to the crown of your head as a thanks. When he was distracted, you jabbed his arm with the pain medication. 

“Oh! Ow!” He whined. But it was over before he could complain. You just smiled sweetly giving him a proper kiss as an apology. 

“You did good Tiny.” Echo praised you, “You handled that really well.” 

“Thanks Echo.” You replied cheerily putting your supplies back in the bag, “It was kind of exciting.” 

“Oh no, we’re creating a monster.” Hunter jested. 

You threw him a playful scowl. 

“We’ve got a few hours until we get to Ord Mantel. I’d get comfortable.” Echo said turning back to face you, “Got any more of those rations from Layla?” 

“Kark yeah.” You shot up running to the underbelly. 

~~~

“Delicious as always darling.” Echo licked his fingers making sure to get the last of the sauce left over on his plate. 

You hummed shoving the last piece of soaked bread into your mouth enjoying every chew. 

“Let me take Wrecker’s portion to him before he gets hangry.” You put your dirty dish in the sink leaving the others to lick their plates clean. 

Picking up a tray for Wrecker, you grabbed a cup of water and a spork walking back to the bunks. Wrecker must have dozed off from the pain meds. When you hit the access panel, he stirred noticing you had food and instantly woke up from his nap. 

“Here big guy.” You sat down on the cot next to him passing him the tray, “How are you feeling?” 

“A lot better pip.” He smiled shoving the food into his face like a starving rancor. You giggled watching him inhale his food. Good. At least that is a good sign he’s healing.

While he wolfed down his food, you gently lifted the bandage checking the progress the bacta had made while he slept. The wound was nearly closed up and all that was left was a small indent and angry irritated skin. You nodded approvingly liking how quickly the healing was progressing. 

He finished his meal and set the tray down on his nightstand before cuddling you into the mattress rather aggressively. You giggled adjusting to get comfortable in his grasp while he sighed peacefully scenting you. 

You gently ran your nails up and down his arm making him rumble from the sensation. He rolled you onto of him snuggling you to his chest like he does with Lula. 

You couldn’t help but wriggle around enjoying his warmth. 

“Mega.” He looked up at you, “You gotta stop doing that.” 

You smirked knowingly, “Why hun?” 

“You know why.” He adjusted his lap and you felt the hardness push up against your core. You hummed still feeling the lingering effects of what you saw at the Hutt palace today still playing in your mind. You wanted Wrecker to hold you like that… 

“What if I don’t want to?” You bit his arm lightly making him growl. 

“I don’t think I can with those pain killers in me.” He was still little groggy. 

“What if I make you feel good instead?” You bit your lip and sat up. He lazily ran his hands over your hips giving you a little pat on the ass.

You smiled down at him massaging his chest with your hands, “You did so good for me today, it’s a little reward for the shot.” 

“Hmm.” He smiled liking where this was going, “Okay.” 

“I’’ll take care of you alpha.” You slid down lower reaching for his sleep pants. You gently ran a hand over the bulge making him groan as you teased him. Wrecker groaned watching your small frame slide even lower keeping sinful eye contact with him. It made him squirm with anticipation. It wasn’t often women had offered to do this for him due to his size, but seeing you so eager made his blood run hot. Make you were perfect.

“Just want my alpha to feel good.” You nudged between his legs spreading them a bit while you teased the elastic of his boxers. He tensed feeling your finger slip lower getting dangerously close to where he wanted you. 

When you tugged down his boxers you were happy to find him throbbingly hard. You bit back a moan when you wrapped your hands around him fitting both along his shaft, and started to work your way up and down. Wrecker threw his head back covering his eyes with his forearm and groaned so loud you were certain the others could hear. 

Well it’s not like they didn’t know what you were doing. It was his night after all. 

Then you leaned forwards to give him an experimental lick. He gasped at the warmth of your tongue and inhaled sharply when you slid your whole mouth over him taking him as best as you could. 

Tech had taken the time one night to try and train you to take him as deep as he could go. It took a while, and your throat was so sore after, but eventually it started to work and you were able to repress your gag reflex like you had during your heat. 

Wrecker choked as you began to bob up and down using your slobber to lube your hands to work his shaft. There was no way you’d be able to deep throat Wrek, but you went as far as you possibly could. Your jaw was starting to ache but the sounds he was making had your core dripping with arousal. 

He subconsciously started to buck up into you letting you know he was getting closer to cumming. You decided to tease him a little bit more and drag this out. You withdrew your mouth making him whimper and look down at you from under his arm in curiosity. 

You kept massaging him with both your hands while you sunk closer until you could nuzzle his balls with your nose. 

“Fuck.” He cried out when you sucked one into your mouth laving it with your tongue greedily. 

“Shit, Pip!” He crossed both arms above his head fighting every instinct to grab you and shove you closer. 

You smirked and continued to lick and suck on his balls until he was a writhing mess. Then you took mercy on him and returned to sucking on his tip wanting to watch him cum now.

He opened his mouth to speak but you sped up your hands and doubled down on sucking harder making him thrust up into you a bit mindlessly. Wrecker came with a grunt, trying to still his hips but you licked up every last drop swallowing proudly. 

He gasped for air trying to catch his breath still stunned at your work. 

“That was amazing mesh’la.” He sighed looking down at you adoringly. You smiled pulling his boxers and sleep pants back up before crawling up his body and perching yourself on his lap again. 

His expression turned devilish, “Your turn.”

“Wait Wrek! Ahh!” He lifted like you weighed nothing sitting you on top of his face. 

“I wanna taste you sweetheart.” He yanked down your pants pushing you up slightly to slide them off. When he chucked them to the floor he yanked your hips down onto his face so he could nuzzle your damp panties making sure to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“This was supposed to be about you.” You whined unable to resist the way his nose dug deliciously into your clothed clit. 

“This is about me.” He smirked poking a finger under the wet fabric and shoved it to the side revealing your dripping core to him. 

You whined as he licked a big stripe through your folds making you buck. Usually you’d be a little cautious but Wrecker had assured you that he’s strong and big enough to handle you riding his face. 

So thats exactly what you did. 

With his encouragement you set your whole weigh ton him making him hum with joy. He ate out your cunt with fervor making you writhe and squirm on him just like you had made him do not long ago. You moaned loudly when he sucked your clit into his mouth quickly rushing you to the edge. Between the twilek and then sucking off Wrecker, your orgasm was coming fast. 

You whimpered barring down on him as his skilled tongue brought you to your needed orgasm. The dizzying pleasure consumed you making you flop forwards catching yourself on the wall as you flinched away from his tongue from overstimulation. You shook as you came down feeling his hot breath on your thighs. 

“How was that mesh’la?” He chuckled reaching up to tease your breast while you calmed down above him. 

“Too good.” You laughed shaking your head still trembling from aftershocks. 

He helped you back down his body so you could lay on him. You both stripped out of your remaining clothes so you could lay skin to skin, feeling each other closely as you cuddled. It was nice. It reminded you of that night in your apartment before everything fell apart. It was a small pocket of peace that you would never take for granted. 

“You did good today too.” He said taking your hand in his. The size difference was laughable. His palm dwarfed yours significantly. 

“It was kind of wild.” You said watching him play with your hand, “and exciting.”

“I thought Hunter was gonna kill Jabba.” He said rubbing his thumb into your palm, “I sure wanted to.” 

You smiled liking the protective talk, “I knew I was safe. You’d all protect me no matter what.” 

“Damn straight.” He held your wrist in his grasp.

“Though, I think I might prefer staying on the ship.” You giggled as his fingers tickled up your forearm before massaging up to your shoulder, “Getting almost sold is a little off putting.” 

You preened rubbing your face into his pectorals scenting him affectionately wanting his smell all over you. 

“But you do look so sexy with a blaster.” He leaned down to kiss you. You giggled into the kiss using your hands to pull his face closer to yours. He snuggled you in closer pressing you to his warm chest. 

Maybe being a mercenary wouldn’t be too bad…

uhm chile...anyway...soooo

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Stars in Your Eyes

Pair: Gambit/Remy Lebeau x Fem!Trailblazer!Vidyadhara!Reader

Warnings: canon lore of how “Trailblazer” works + the lore of Vidyadhara’s + canon character death + Semi-Amnesiac!Reader + yes Reader can shift paths and elements + slight Genshin inspiration too + love triangle (?) + Canon episodes of X-Men ‘97 + Rouge and Jean fight over Trailblazer’s life choices

Pt: 3/?

(Don’t worry the gif has nothing to do with the chapter😁 I just need one of Remy being hot as fuck😋)

This chapter is brought to you by the song “Killer Queen” by, you guessed it, Queen!

The dream made you wake up, your body slowly coming back to reality as your eyes blinked over and over, trying to un-blur what you had seen. It was morning already, how much sleep had you gotten?

“I will never understand what that is.”

You’ve had this dream before, you’ve remembered those details though you wish you could forget. It was like you lived it a thousand times over, and you knew there would be no running from them, no matter how hard you tried.

“Ello there Blaze! Time to wake up! Everyone wants to meet you.” You heard the muffled voice of Jubilee say

You got up, walking to the bathroom to see yourself. The light bags under your eyes showed how tired you were and how much sleep you hadn’t gotten. Wait, when was the last time you slept? So, you begrudgingly went to the door and opened it, seeing Jubilee turn to face you, looking you up and down.

“Gee Blaze you okay? You like you haven’t slept at all.”

“I’m alright Jubilee. I just need something to eat.”

“Oh good! You’re gonna like Gambit’s cooking then!”

Gambit cooks? Well somebody has to in this house and between him and all the other X-Men… he looked like he was the only one who had any sort of cooking skills. Logan might as well have eaten an animal he hunted, Beast looks like he doesn’t eat all that much, and even Cyclops looked like he relied on Gambit to keep everyone fed.

“Hey everyone! Good morning!” Jubilee shouted as she walked into what looked like a living room

Everyone sat at a table, Scott and the woman named Jean sitting at the counter as you saw Gambit wearing a crop top and had his tied back, cooking something over what you believed like a stove.

“Hello there Blaze it’s nice to met ya.” A woman with dark hair and a couple strands of white hair said

“Oh um… hello.”

“Shy thing ain’t ya? Don’t worry sugar I don’t bite. A friend of the X-Men is a friend of mine.”

You nodded at the woman, using your one hand to grab the bicep of your other arm, showing a sign of confusion and worry while the woman guided you to a spot at the table.

“Anyways I’m Rogue.” She said as she put a hand on your shoulder

“N-nice to meet you Rogue. It’s nice to meet you all, on better terms.”

The man called Logan sighed, stabbing into the food that sat on his plate. An unfamiliar woman with white hair sat across from you, letting Rogue sit next to her.

“My name is Storm. It’s a pleasure to have you here at the manor Blaze.”

You nodded, waiting for something to happen.

“Bon Appetite!” You heard Gambit say next to you

He places a plate of some sort of bread-like food in front of you, the top covered in some sort of white fluffy powder. You tilted your head in confusion as you grabbed a fork to gently poke it. What was this thing? It sure looked good though.

“It’s just a beignet mon âme. It’s not gon’ jump at you.”

He’s standing right behind your chair, a hand gently patting your head as you stabbed into one with the fork. Brining it to your mouth, you saw the fluffy powder fall off a little. Once you tasted it, it felt like a sweet heavenly piece of bread. You had to have more, so you dove in to eat every single one… and there was 10 while everyone else had about two or three on their plates.

“Goodness gracious you sure are hungry ain’t ya?” Morph asked

You could only nod, the food filling your belly slowly like you hadn’t ate in years. You could feel every eye on you, seeing a tiny smile on Gambit’s face out of the corner of your eye.

“I guess somebody likes your cooking Remy.” Rogue replied

“Hey, ca c'est bon.”

Gulping down a full one, you looked around the room, every pair of eyes on you like you were someone foreign that they needed to study.

“What? Is something wrong with my face?”

Morph, Rogue, Jubilee, and Cyclops started laughing.

“We’re glad to have you Blaze.” Jean added as she walked up and put a hand on your shoulder

You turned to look behind you, catching the glance of Jean’s blueish eyes staring at you. One second you were in the kitchen… and now you sat at an empty table somewhere on the Express. About five feet away stood a different red haired woman, in a long dress that went down to the ground. Her eyes… you felt like you recognized those eyes.

“I know you…”

And you were back in a second, putting a hand to your head to stop the spinning that you could feel inside your body. Immediately, Scott and Jean held you up from slumping onto the table.

“Blaze? Blaze!” You heard Scott say as your eyes closed a little

“Blaze wake up. Come on I know you’re in there.” Jeans voice spoke inside your head

You opened your eyes, slowly sitting straight as you shook your head and felt the feeling of spinning go away. You blinked a few times, back in the kitchen with your plate still in front of you.

“You okay?” Jean asked

“Yeah… just peachy. Augh that hurt more than last nights.”

Your eyes opened wide, rendering yourself fully awake. You hadn’t realized you said that out loud after a few seconds until Rogue gave you a puzzling glance.

“I mean I’m fine. Just a bad dream. That’s all it is.” You added

“Are you sure?” Scott asked

“Mhm. I need a second outside.” You answered

You stood up, a hand still at the side of your head as you took a few steps outside the door, feeling the sun on your face as you let go of your head and letting your arm fall, closing your eyes as you stood in the sun and felt the light breeze around you. It was quiet, the silence calming you as you started to feel a little better.

“You okay there Blaze?” You heard Rogue’s voice say next to you

“Yeah… I think so. Just a bad dream I had last night.”

There was silence between you two, deciding to sit down on the grass where the two of you could oversee the woods from yesterday.

“I know what it’s like to hurt yourself… with your own powers. Mine relies on touch… so I can’t touch anyone unless I have the gloves on.”

“I just want to remember what I was before I came here. Where are my friends? Do I have a family?”

You looked up, your vision aimed at the sun. Your eyes became clearer, seeing and feeling the sun on your face as the feeling of warmth slowly came back to you. The sun felt… safe.

“I wish I could help you Blaze. It’s a shame, I know. If I was you, I’d do anythin I could to get home as well. Granted, I’m sure you will one day soon. Maybe for now you need to focus on yourself and slowly take time to get familiar with yourself.”

You could only nod at Rogues words, feeling the weight of your situation setting in. You were stuck… stuck in a place you had no idea about.

“I’ll let everyone know you’re-“

“No no. I’m okay. I just needed some air.” You said standing

Rogue stood up as well, following behind you as you walked back inside. Gambit, or Remy as you’ve learned so far, leaned up from his spot against the wall.

“I got it from ‘ere Rouge. Good ole Cyclops said maybe we should do a training exercise in the Training Room.”

“Is that wise? She just got here and it’s barely even been 24 hours. How sure are you that she’ll even live through one drill.”

“I have faith in ‘er. She can do this. Even Cyclops and Jean agree.”

Rogue sighed, turning to look at you as she stood by your side. She then looked to Gambit, walking past him as you felt more eyes stare at you. You turned your head, staring into Gambit’s crimson-black eyes, his eyes seeming to stare into yours, a sign he was looking for something in them, anything.

“Come on cher. Let’s get you there.”

Most of the walk consisted of you walking behind Gambit, staring at the walls and ceiling around you.

“Ain’t much to look at eh?”

“Hm?”

“There’s not much to look at inside this mansion, unless you’re big blue furry man down the hall. Ain’t much here.”

You followed Gambit down some stairs, walking into a steel hallway with different doors around you both. He walked up to one, putting in some sort of code in what looked like a lock pad. Huh… that felt familiar to you.

“Oh come on Fille there ain’t anyone here.”

You looked at him up and down, trying to understand what he just said to you. His words didn’t sound normal every now and then. Gambit just grabbed your hand and pulled you in with him, your eyes quickly spotting Logan, Scott, Jean, Jubilee, and Storm.

“Good to see you’re alright Blaze. Do you know what this room is for?” Scott asked

You shook your head no. You felt anxious, your hands feeling shaky in this large metal room with only one way out, the way you came in.

“This is how we train. Don’t worry, Jean and I have something easy planned for you.”

“Alright! Come on Blaze over here!” Jubilee shouted as a fully destroyed city was built in seconds

You run, sprinting as fast as you can just before diving behind Jubilee and a mini wall, both of you sitting there.

“Alright Blaze it’s yo time to shine!” Gambit shouted

Jubilee pushed you, making you roll into an open area where a giant mechanical robot stood tall above you.

“Oh crap!” You shouted as it fired beams from its eyes, making you run around while your teammates hid

“This isn’t helping!” You shouted as you jumped on top of a train on its side, slightly broken as if it had seen war

“Storm!” Scott shouted, stretching out her name as a sort of warning

“Blaze! I can’t see you!” Jean shouted as you ran through the fire and smoke slowly clouding your vision

You ran, jumping over flaming objects and dodging the beams being shot at you. Why did it seem like you were getting targeted?

“Why are you running? You are stronger than it, so fight back.”

Your brain clicked off for a second, feeling your body turn as you closed your eyes, feeling your legs sprint for their life. As you opened your eyes, you noticed you were running up the robots long arms, about to cross the threshold of its made-up elbow. Ferocity filed your veins, a burning desire to fight back and destroy anything in your path was what drove you now. You jumped high into the air, feeling lighter than the air itself. Your veins burned as your fingers grew talon-like nails, the spark of a flame burning around your first as you struck the robot where its heart would’ve been. It wasn’t just the will to fight back… it was the desire to kill and destroy.

“Rise hidden-sun… world condemning dragon!”

An echo was heard around you, booming off the robot itself and the half destroyed buildings as well. Wind kicked up around you, feeling every single ember, grain of dirt, and metal part hit you like how a meteor strikes a planet. Your strength felt amplified by a thousand percent, the single strike you made tearing apart the robot and reducing it to pieces on the ground. You barely had time to register what had happened as your body felt weak, falling to the ground from the air, landing into something much like steel. The strength was gone in a matter of seconds after the hit, now you were reduced limp trapped under tons of metal and cement.

Meanwhile…

Gambit pov

“Shit! Jean! You and I will go restart the program! Jubilee get out of here in case it gets worse! Logan, you and Gambit look for her! Storm see if you can calm the fire in any way!”

Scott took off, Jean flying right over him and through the metal door and off to the side of the frame, Jubilee going through in a rush to look for someone to get Blaze out while good ole Wolverine helped me scale the destruction.

“Crap. I can’t smell anything except ash and burning steel.”

“Come on Logan we can’t give up now. She needs help, and that’s what we X-Men do.”

Logan only sighed at my response, quickly scaling up the overturned buses as I went diving through windows to find her. The smell of ash and melted rubble filled my nose. Wherever she was, Blaze had destroyed every single thing around her. Heck I didn’t even get to see what she did. All I saw was the flame rise, the Sentinel burning from top to bottom as Blaze came falling from midair.

“Blaze!” I shouted through the rubble

Nothing. I hated that silence. Surely she couldn’t die that easy right? She survived a damn fire once before so surely she could do it again.

“Come on, come on Blaze where are ya?”

Through the smoke, I saw the crumpled form of a young woman, long grey hair covered in ash and slightly burned at the ends. Her form was motionless, trapped underneath iron pillars about a hundred times bigger than her. I couldn’t even see her breathing…

“Blaze!” I yelled as I ran up and over pillars and broken down walls

She was silent as I stopped by her side, pushing two fingers against her neck right below the jawline, feeling a faint pulse.

“Don’t you dare fucking die on me now Blaze!”

I quickly tried to pull her out from under the rubble, to no avail. I had two options, go find help and hope I found her in time or I wait this out and try to get her out myself.

“Fuck it. I have to-“

Blaze started to stand up, pushing off the rubble like it was mere paper, stopping as she used her hands to prevent herself from falling forward while she was on her hands and knees. She shook her head, long silver hair flowing as she came back from being unconscious.

“Gambit? That you?” She asked as she pushed off the rubble easily

“Yeah. It’s me. Scared me there for a second Blaze.”

“Oh. Did the thing go away?”

“It’s done. Let’s get ya out of ‘ere.”

She walked slowly up to, slowly climbing behind me as we scaled a large overturned bus. I could hear her behind me, faintly, but managing to keep up with my pace.

“Gambit! Blaze!” I heard ahead of me

Logan came rushing, Cyclops and Beast right behind him. It took a couple of seconds, but Logan was right next to Blaze and be a crutch for her. I could see the faint color in her eyes, but she was still hanging on.

“Sweet god how did she survive that?” Logan asked

“Don’t know. Was that a fluke Scott?” Jean asked

“No! I made it so it would stand still and just move a little!”

“Well CLEARLY it decided to otherwise.” I answered

“Enough. We have to get her to the lab.” Beast spoke up

We all walked down the hall, Scott walking behind us all as he closed the massive door to the room. He looked around in hesitation, something the great leader of the X-Men never does.

Some time later…

You sit at the table, holding some ice against your skull. Whatever you did, it hurt like all hell. Heaven forbid you even do it again, maybe that’ll hurt more than this one.

“Gee that looks awful. Do you need anything Blaze? I’ll get you whatever you need.”

Rouge’s kindness could be felt somewhere inside your heart. Although… did you have a heart? You felt lost, abandoned, forgotten, hell maybe even empty. It felt like something was missing from you… but you couldn’t remember what or why. Is this why couldn’t you feel anything from anyone else?

“Oh I’m okay Rogue. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’ll be okay in a little while.”

“Oh hey Rogue how’s the rookie?” You heard behind you as you turned in your seat

“Easy Remy. She’s had a rough couple of days. Scott doesn’t wanna strain her body and mind.”

“Gambit wasn’t gonna do that to the poor girl. Was just wonderin’ how she was feeling.”

Rogue sighed and crossed her arms, leaning against the table by your side as you both stared at Gambit.

“It’s da’ truth!”

Rogue took a few steps, pushing Remy out of your way as she ushered you forward go to bed and rest. Reluctantly, you decided to go up to bed. Would you even fall asleep tonight? Would those nightmares leave you alone at all?

“Maybe it can’t be helped…”

To be continued…

A/N: sorry this took so long I’m just starting the third week of college on Monday plus I’ve been going out to do things with my bf every now and then too. Hope you enjoyed!

[miss---lu]

Cheater

You were a new recruit to the avengers. After security footage of you poking around a museum at midnight was discovered by Tony, he knew he had to reach out. He liked your spunk, and you had a particular talent for getting into places you shouldn’t be. And currently the team needed help retrieving a stolen weapon from a very secure location.

Pietro was the one that officially recruited you to the avengers, after all he couldn’t resists a pretty face. That was a few weeks ago and now Pietro was smitten.

. . .

Today was training day and it would be the first time you learned how to physically defend yourself. You had some skills but not a lot of experience. Due to this the avengers gave you Pietro as a training partner.

He was excited to say the least. And he was feeling very cheeky. When he entered the training room he saw you with your hair tied back in a high ponytail. You blew a few strands of hair out of your face as you stopped punching the punching bag.

God she looks pretty.

Pietro smirked as he walked up towards you.

“You know your doing it wrong.” You just scoffed as you went back to throwing some punches.

“I do have to say, I like the pink hand tape. They add a certain cuteness to you.”

“You know, as training partner aren’t you supposed to offer me advice?”

Now turning to face him he saw your cheeks were all flushed. You were flustered and Pietro would be lying if he said he didn’t find it endearing.

He approached you slowly and repositioned your hand. “Try it like this, has more of an impact.”

After a few more punching attempts you started to feel a difference. You laughed a little at the sudden improvement.

“What else you got Maximoff?”

“Well you need to probably work on your agility and speed. How about he do a little race, and see where you’re at for speed.”

He was chuckling when you seemed to consider it. You arched one of your eyebrows up and gave him a smile. “Game on Maximoff.”

. . .

All the avengers wanted to see the race between you and Pietro. Everyone knew Pietro would win after all he had super speed. However all the avengers wanted to see what you were really capable of.

Pietro was talking to Wanda but not really listening. Instead he was looking towards you. Wanda laughed she heard Pietro’s words trail off.

“Pietro, you seem to be interested in the new girl.”

He shrugged and just smiled, “so what if I am? I’m hot shes hot. And she has some spunk to her.”

Wanda shoved him a little as he made his way over to the start line. He assumed you knew you were going to lose, but you seemed awfully cocky.

You blew him a kiss as Tony got ready to tell start.

As soon as the whistle blew Pietro ran towards the finish line. It only took him about a second, but when he got to the finish line you were already standing there smiling.

All the avengers stood with their mouths hanging open, as you started to laugh. Pietro stared wide eyed at you. He couldn’t believe you had beat him.

“How-how did you do that?”

You leaned in close towards him “Teleportation my dear boy. Besides how do you think I got into all those places I’m not supposed to be in.”

Pietro started to smile a bit. “You’re a cheater.”

You just blew him another kiss and winked at him. In the blink of an eye you vanished.

Pietro heading back towards his sister. “Yeah I really like that girl.”

[parkkiablah]

Fight training (Zevlor x Tav)

NSFW warning!

(Thanks to @ada-melodies & @lolliputian for putting the idea on my mind 👀

I hope you enjoy reading!)

The Absolute was defeated and life was feeling a little more normal again but you still felt the urge to continue training your fighting skills as there would someday be a need for it.

Zevlor had the same thoughts, just because he isn't a soldier anymore, doesn't mean he had no reason to keep up his training, so he did.

He had found himself training almost every morning, most others still sleeping while he dragged himself out of bed, picking up his sword and heading to the spot he trained at.

Honestly he was a little more motivated to get there lately, as for the last few days you had been joining him.

He felt glad to have a training partner that actually put up a good fight. Back when he was a Hellrider and training the soldiers, some of the fights were rather short and boring, his opponents not really keeping up with his skills.

But you matched his talent quite well, the advantage he was holding in strength you easily matched with the quick movements of yours, that often looked like you were dancing around him.

When he arrived at his training spot you were already there, which was very unusual. He was normally the one getting up early and going to train when nightmares had him wake up.

"Good morning.", he said and you turned around. His breath hitched in his chest by the sight before him. Your hair was messily tied up, some strands loosed from the tie and hanging in front of your forehead, your skin shining in the early sunlight and the way your chest was raising quickly as you were out ot breath.

"Good morning, Zevlor.", you said with a smile, arm wiping over your forehead, collecting the small drops of sweat that formed. "I hope you don't mind me on your training spot when you weren't here."

"Not at all, feel free to train here whenever you like.", he responded, smiling back at you then quickly removing his eyes from you as he found them moving over your body.

You gave him a few minutes to warm up his muscles before actually fighting and he was doing his best to keep his eyes off of you as his thoughts were definitely running wild today. Thoughts he knew shouldn't be there for a friend he was training with.

When he was all warmed up, you started training together, swords clashing, steps echoing from the walls and breaths heavy.

Both of you were focused on every step the other did, carefully shifting your weight to not lose balance. An hour easily passed, his shirt completely soaked from the sweat of the training and the sun shining down on them.

He pulled off his shirt when you took a short break, wiping his face with it and throwing it to the side.

You tried not to stare yet failed miserably, his red skin shining in the sunlight, ridges and scars visible on his body and you felt heat crawl into the skin of your cheeks. Quickly avoiding your eyes you went to grab some water from your bag, gulping down some of it while you tried to calm your nerves. 

You had to focus on the fighting, it wouldn't be the first time you lost your training sessions because his body was distracting you and it was starting to get obvious.

He picked up his sword again and you did the same, getting ready for the next fight.

Feet quickly moved towards each other, both of you focused on every small movement the other one made. For a while you managed to keep your eyes off of his muscles, that flexed with every swing of his sword.

Your gaze wandered across his chest for just a second, but long enough for his tail to wrap around your angle and pulling you off balance. A moment later you found yourself with your back on the floor with Zevlor kneeling above your body, one hand on the floor next to your head to steady himself, the other on his sword that was sticking in the ground on the other side of your head.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared up at him.

His eyes intensely locked with yours, breathing heavily while sweat was running down his body.

"How is it, that every time I take of my shirt you lose the fight?", he said, his tail slowly moving up your leg, now wrapped around your thigh.

"Let me take mine off and we will see how long it takes until you are on the ground beneath me.", you whispered.

He laughed and stood up, holding his hand out for you to pull you up.

Instead of taking it, you were sitting up, pulling off your shirt and placed it into his hand.

The grin on his face was gone and he looked at you in disbelieve. He wasn't expecting you to actually do that and he was trying his best to keep his eyes off of your glistening skin.

Your shirt was thrown to the ground next to his.

"Lets see if you are right about it then.", he said, going back into position for fighting.

The fight was equal, both of you trying to focus on each others movements rather than their body, both of you equally distracted.

That's until an especially strong hit of him had your sword flying backwards. He was already sure he had won the fight, so his balance was already off. You placed a kick right into his chest, having him tumble backwards. Sprinting forward you kicked the sword out of his hand and used to your advantage, that his balance was off, pushing him down on the ground.

Pulling a dagger you carried, holding it to his throat while you kneeled above his body, your hand pinning one of his wrists to the ground, the other one under your knee.

Both of you breathing heavily again, your hair falling in front of your face and eyes locked with his.

His eyes wide as he looked up at you.

"So, do you believe me now?", you asked, smile on your face, that you actually had won.

"Fine, you won.", he said, suddenly serious while he was looking into your eyes.

You moved the dagger away from his throat, releasing his hands, ready to stand up. Before you even got the chance to lift yourself off of him, he grabbed your wrist, turning both of you around to he was above you again.

He leaned down and hungrily pressed his lips on yours while his body pinned you to the ground.

Your lips moved against his, hands were on his body a moment later, moving across his warm, glistening skin.

His hips grinding into yours and you could feel his hard length through your clothes. You were gasping by the sudden friction of his hips between your legs, which gave him a chance to push his tongue into your mouth. His tongue moving against yours, growl leaving his throat.

His lips moved to your neck, placing kisses and sucking marks into your skin, careful to not actually bite through your skin with his sharp teeth.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, trying to hold him as close to you as you could, while you pushed your hips up into his, searching the feeling of him through your clothes.

He pulled away from you for a moment, looking down at you with an expression you hadn't seen on his face before, his eyes looking darker than usual.

"Do you want me to stop?", he asked you breathlessly.

"No and if you don't start touching me right now I might lose my mind.", you responded, hips eagerly pushing against his again.

He laughed and pushed his hand into your pants, rubbing over your folds, feeling how wet you are for him.

A moan left your lips and your head felt dizzy by the sudden pleasure you felt.

His fingers rubbing against you, skilled hands finding your clit with ease, while his eyes were locked with yours.

He enjoyed seeing the pleasure his fingers brought you on your face, hearing your moans.

One of his fingers pushed inside of you, careful not to hurt you with his claws. His finger moving in and out of you while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. Another finger pushed inside of you, stretching you slightly when he pushed both of them inside of you.

"Zevlor, it feels so good.", you whimpered, pushing your hips up so his fingers push deeper inside of you. "Please.."

"Please what?", he said. A smile formed on his lips, he enjoyed seeing you so eager for him. "Tell me what you want."

His voice made your body shudder and he felt you clench around his fingers, pulling them out of you suddenly.

You gasped, missing his touch on you.

"I want you inside of me. Please take me."

"As you wish."

He pulled down your pants, revealing your wet folds to his eyes. Taking in the sight in front of him he leaned back to open his own pants just enough to pull his length free.

"Have you been with a tiefling before?", he asked, rubbing his length along your folds, coating him with your wetness.

"No, you're the first.", you said, breathlessly waiting for him to be inside of you.

"Let me know if it's too much.", he said and you felt his tip push inside of you, stretching you in the best way possible.

He steadied himself on his arms beside your face, slowly pushing inside and giving you time to adjust.

The ridges along his length adding to the pleasure and you bucked your hips impatiently. He pushed your hips back down, holding them still.

"Patience, my dear.", he whispered in your ear, pushing further into you, teasingly slow.

You couldn't help but whimper when he was finally fully inside of you, fitting into you perfectly.

He placed a kiss under your ear, tongue moving over your skin while he pulled his length out of you slowly.

Your fingers were digging into his shoulders, trying to get him to hurry up, aching for the pleasure he could give you.

He started thrusting into you slowly, gently and you felt every ridge on his length sliding back into you. His breaths turned into moans and growls next to your ear.

Both of his hands were still next to your head, yet you still felt something rub on your clit. Looking down you noticed his tail had curled around his body, pressing onto you in slow, teasing circles.

"Gods, you make me feel so good.", you moaned, eyes closing and enjoying the feeling of him inside of you.

"I'll make you feel even better.", he said, thrusting into you faster and placing kisses along your neck.

You let out a surprised yelp by the sudden change, your moans echoing through the air.

His tail continued rubbing on your clit and you started to feel dizzy.

"Zevlor, I'm close.."

His thrusts got harder, his length pushing into you quickly and he felt your body starting to shiver.

You clenched around his length, body shuddering underneath him and short quick moans and gasps reached his ears.

His thrusts slowed when he reached his own climax, growls mixing with your moans as he spilled inside of you.

You pulled his face to you, his lips on yours in a sloppy, wet kiss, both of you still coming down from your pleasure, both of you breathing heavily.

His thrusts stilled and he rested part of his weight on you.

"We should train like this more often.", he said, a quiet laugh heard on his voice.

"I wouldn't dare complain about that.", you replied and a sigh leaving your lips.

[worriedvision]

Bread Vs bred - Wriothesley

Gender neutral reader, reader wants bred but Wriothesley misinterprets it BC he strikes me as the kind of guy to not pick up on those things. Porn with a bit of plot, I'm more of a reader than a writer either this stuff to take this with a pinch of salt lol.

And yes the plot is a bit of a cracky idea I know lol

--

Wriothesley had been noticing how often you'd cuddle him from behind while he worked, not that he was complaining about it, so he felt the need to ask you about this.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Wriothesley asks, writing on the paper as you begin to try out your skills.

"Oh, nothing..." You start, kissing his neck. "I just want bred."

"Bread?" Wriothesley chuckles, looking over at the grocery list. "The list is there - please don't be shy about what you'd like."

Blinking stupidly, you process the fact he thought you said bread. Sure, it could have been picked up like that, but you thought your flirtatious actions would at least imply something else. Walking to the list, you see Wriothesley smile warmly as you add bread to the list out of shock.

Thinking back on it, you realise that despite how long you two were dating, the most you ever did with him was making out - and even then that was rare. He blames it on his work, but after his deflection you fear he isn't attracted to you and he couldn't just say no to dating you.

The next day, he notes that you stopped hugging him like he was used to. You were working in another area of the Fortress, which Wriothesley got, but even in the morning you didn't initiate the affection.

At lunch, he pulls you in for a hug which you accept, only to pull away when you feel him leaning in to kiss you. You hated the idea of forcing your boyfriend to give you affection, and now you were worried he felt the need to hug you because of all the times you initiated.

-

You go to the surface together - you with the list for grocery shopping and him to visit Monsieur Neuvillette - and he finally realises what you meant by wanting bread.

He asks Neuvillette about bread, leading to some initial confusion, only for Neuvillette to understand exactly what may have happened in the context of the relationship.

"What was your partner doing when you were hearing the comment?" Neuvillette asks, clearing his throat.

"They were hugging me from behind...now that you mention it they were kissing my neck...I still don't get what bread has to do with this." Wriothesley thinks out loud, Neuvillette struggling to keep a straight face.

He pulls out a piece of paper, Wriothesley tilting his head before focusing his eyes on the paper. Wriothesley blushes furiously upon reading the word 'bred', and this being underlined and pointed at by Neuvillette.

"I'm concerned if you don't clear up any misconceptions that may arise from you rejecting the *ahem* request for baked goods, they may wish to leave the relationship."

"Thank you for the advice."

Wriothesley runs out, Neuvillette shaking his head in disbelief that this was Wriothesleys pressing matter.

-

Upon returning to the fortress, you can't seem to find Wriothesley anywhere. You made sure to get a freshly baked loaf, hoping that you wouldn't have to devour an entire loaf by yourself to continue the impression that you really really like bread.

"Honey, could you come here for a moment? Lock the door behind you." Wriothesley calls from his office.

Doing so, you place the load of bread you got into the table, before beginning to unpack the rest of the goods. You hear him grab the loaf and place it on a chair, making you stop your movements and making you look at him.

"On the desk." Wriothesley demands, you placing the bag on the table. You didn't think he wanted you, so when he shoved the bdg aside, safe to say you're worried he's about to tell you he wants to end the relationship. He grabs your hand, coaxing you to the desk before leaning into your neck.

"I said I want you on the desk." He sings teasingly into your ear. "It's about time I gave you what you wanted." He smirks, leaning in to kiss you before beginning to throw your clothes off, various garments scattered around the office.

"You poor thing, wanting to be bred by me." Your boyfriend licks his lips, lube in one hand as he begins to prepare his length for you. "You think you can take all of this, huh? Let's see."

Lining himself up to your hole, he fails to maintain his bad boy persona as he whines out as he finally gets his tip in. Oh, you feel absolutely heavenly around his girth. And this was just the tip? Forget how you would take this, how was he going to fuck you without finishing too quick?

"Good hole, sucking me in nice and tight." Wriothesley laughs lightly, slowly pressing more and more of his length in. "Fuck, you feel amazing. Does this feel good?"

You nod, pulling him in to begin a makeout as your legs wrap around his torso. Feeling one hand support himself, you feel the other snake towards your lower half as he begins to play with you. You can tell he's not experienced, but he more than makes up for it as he keeps pumping inside of you while trying to make you feel just as good - or even better - than he is feeling.

He finally gets his whole length inside of you, and the moment you feel his balls tap your backside you break the kiss as you whine at the fullness of him. He lets out a whimper, along with a string of curses as he stops himself from thrusting violently into you like he knew he would once you give him the okay.

"Please, move." You encourage, him nodding as he begins to move his hips. Unable to choose both stroking your nether regions as well as pounding your insides with power, he goes to place both of his hands around your waist as he makes your hips meet him every thrust.

"Touch yourself, my breedable bitch." He growls, the slapping sound from his thrusts accentuating just how good he was about to ruin your insides. Your hands go flying down, but you can't find enough leverage on the table to support your neck as your boyfriend uses you as he pleases. You place your hands around your boyfriends shoulders, crescent marks impending into his skin as he builds up both of your releases.

"Be a good slut and look at me as I cum inside you, yeah?" Your boyfriend whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear. "Thats it, you can barely focus. Those beautiful eyes, they can't even -."

He cuts himself off as he lets out a gutteral moan, hips stopping as he holds you on his cock as he spills his load. Being filled by your boyfriend felt absolutely euphoric, and his satisfied sigh as he collapsed on top of you, smothering your neck in kisses as he praises you for taking him so well.

--

After that fateful day, you both found yourself exploring more about each others likes and dislikes, which was a good thing for your sexual relationship.

The only thing was the poor prisoners that had heard glimpses of your lovemaking.

[suckerforcate]

Can I request a Brienne x reader where the reader is badly hurt and Brienne helps her?

My Protector

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1055

Warning: blood, mentions of throwing up

A/n: Hope you like it!<3

You groaned in pain. This was most definitely not how you had wanted your day to go. Looking down at your arm all you could see was blood. And it didn't seem to stop coming. Your shirt was soaked and the grass beneath you discoloured more and more, while you felt your mind slip away.

----------------------

Brienne, Podrick and you had been happily walking through the woods, searching for a place to camp and sleep tonight, when you had been attacked.

Brienne was quick with her sword and immediately reacted, Podrick not so fast hut still skilled had protected you until your horse had decided it didn't quite like what was happening. Your hand was still caught in the reins as it started running away. So, if you wanted or not, you had to follow.

A few metres away from the chaos, you were able to calm the poor thing and tied it to the tree. You just wanted to turn around and look for Brienne and Podrick as you felt a painful sting in your arm. Looking down at it, you saw a hand pulling out a dagger. Your eyes slowly wandered up, meeting wild eyes of a man, probably ready to stab again.

This is how I'll die, you thought. But to your surprise you didn't die. The man's eyes widened, and he fell down, showing Podrick behind him, sword in hand.

He saw your arm and just wanted to say something, but he recognised the look you gave him and fast turned around to keep fighting.

You leaned on the tree and slowly felt yourself slide down. An alarmed face from Podrick, made you look at your arm again. Blood, that was all you saw.

"Brienne!" Podrick called out. The wound probably wasn't even too bad, but you couldn't see blood. So you felt your stomach turn and closed your eyes, concentrating very hard not to thrown up.

"(Y/n)." Brienne's strong voice right next to you made your eyes slowly open. She looked absolutely panicked.

"It's okay, Brienne. I'm awake, I'm just trying very hard not to throw up." Brienne's shoulders sagged down a little in relief. She gently opened your blouse and pulled it off your shoulder, so far down that she exposed the wound.

"You're loosing a lot of blood, but I don't think the wound is very deep. You're lucky." You chuckled, this didn't feel lucky. But you understood, what she meant.

Looking over Brienne's shoulder you saw Podrick leaned against a tree, gasping for air. The men were probably all killed.

Brienne grabbed some water and tore some linen of off one of her shirts, that she had just grabbed from the bag.

"This'll probably hurt a little, but I need to wash and bandage the wound." She looked in your eyes and you nodded slowly. As she poured the water over the wound and carefully put the linen around your arm you hissed. It did hurt. But you couldn't change it. You just clenched your teeth and leaned your head against Brienne's shoulder, closing your eyes, waiting for it to end. As it did, you felt Brienne pull you into a fast hug.

She wasn't one for physical touch but in that moment she felt a wave of guilt wash over her, and she just needed to feel you close, as to convince herself that you were indeed still alive and here with her. She would never admit it, but she felt responsible for you and Pod, and you meant something to her. You were probably the closest thing she had to a family.

"Can you stand up?" You nodded and leaned on her to support yourself. With ease, she picked you up and sat you on top the horse.

"You'll take the horse. I'll guide it, we won't camp here. Come on, Podrick." Brienne untied the reins, and together you left the corpses.

You walked for another hour, or maybe it were two. You weren't exactly sure as you nodded off in-between. But in the end you had found a nice little clearing between some opaque trees and set up the camp.

It was a warm night, so as your arm hurt and sleep didn't come you decided to leave the tent and enjoy the warm, silent night. As you stepped out, you saw you weren't alone. Brienne also sat outside, nothing more than a shirt and linen pants on.

She looked at you with tired eyes.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" You joked while sitting down next to her. She stayed quiet, not daring to look at you.

Concerned you looked at her, gently laying your hand on her thigh. She wasn't the most talkative person, but she was never this quiet.

"Brienne, what's wrong?" Her answer was so quiet, you wouldn't have heard I'd, you didn't sit right beside her. Her voice was unrecognisable like this.

"I'm sorry."

"What do you mean? There is nothing to be sorry about." She angrily stood up and turned her back to you.

"Yes, there is. I should have protected you better." Only then did you realise she blamed herself for what had happened today. But that was ridiculous.

Slowly you stood up and approached her from behind, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"Brienne, please turn around." To your surprise she did. Immediately, albeit slowly.

"What happened is not your fault. You protected me, you couldn't have done anything more." Her eyes were glossy, and a stray tear found its way down her cheek.

"Then I didn't protect you enough. You were hurt, because I wasn't fast enough, not good enough." With your healthy arm, you dried her tear and forced her to look at you. With a slightly angry expression you answered.

"This is ridiculous, Brienne. If it wasn't for you, I would probably be dead. It's just a slight wound. It'll heal, and the scare will forever remind me of the best time in my life. The first time in my life, in which I'm actually free and happy. So I forbid you to say such stupid things." You smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. After Brienne had calmed down, you two sat down watching the stars for a bit until you eventually dozed of. And that's how Podrick found you in the morning.

[nikethestatue]

A Match Baked in Heaven

Chapter 4 Here

Part V

My Girl

Nuala W. Raith.

27 years old. A cyber security senior analyst at the New Scotland Yard. Graduated from the London School of Economics. First job was with Accenture, but was quickly recruited by the government due to her phenomenal computer skills. Fairly successful modelling career in her teens and early twenties. Longest relationship was with a Canadian hockey player. Their engagement broke up when he was photographed with a scantily-clad stripper whose head was buried in his crotch. 

Hobbies: gaming, football, rugby, cooking, live concerts

Competitive swimmer throughout her uni studies

Elain printed out the profile and placed the page in her bag. She slid her IPad into it as well and then went on to put on her coat. 

She just received a message on her phone stating ‘come out, matchmaker!’ That was exactly what she expected from her wild and untamed client.

Piglet was freaking out at the door, snorting and grunting and giving a few pathetic little barks, while he clawed at the door, impatient to leave.

“Will you calm down?” Elain muttered, and opened the door for him and he sprinted out like his arse was on fire.

There was a Bentley idling at the curb and the moment Piglet rushed out, the car door opened and Azriel Night stepped out.

Elain Archeron paused in the doorway, watching her client and marvelling at his ungodly handsomeness. Unlike his usual uniform of jeans, boots and some kind of basic shirt, today, he was wearing a dark suit, which hugged his tall, slender, muscular form to ridiculous perfection. The white shirt that was open to the chest didn’t hurt either. The dark tattoos that snaked from under his shirt and spilled over his neck and his hands made him look dangerous and desirable. It was the dichotomy of his whole being in a handsome dark package–he was a combination of dangerous and damaged, aggressive and gentle, thoughtful and mannerless, inelegant and stylish.

Suddenly, he squatted right on the sidewalk, and opened his arms wide, while Piglet leapt at him, nuzzling at him wildly, and Azriel hugged him and stroked him. 

“I missed you too, my little matey. How are you doing?”

Piglet stood on his one hind leg and placed his paws on Azriel’s shoulders, going in for a full body hug.

“How’s our girl? Is she wearing purple today, since you are rockin’ your purple tie?”

Azriel already knew the drill–outside, Piglet wore coats, ties or scarves. Today, he had on a Burberry jacket and a purple scarf that matched his coat. At home or inside, he wore his stylish bows.

At that moment, Elain stepped out of the house, and Azriel looked up and whistled loudly.

“No...she is wearing a trench coat…nice touch. I hope there is nothing underneath it…”

“Mr. Night!” Elain snapped at him, blushing profusely. “You are being scandalous and utterly inappropriate!”

He laughed, watching her, as he stroked Piglet’s back.

Elain seemed to look rather sensible, in her camel knee-length trench, a large leather tote over her shoulder, and sexy brown leather booties, but somehow, she made it all look incredibly elegant, and dare he say, sexy. Elain never went for ‘sexy’, but somehow, she made all her pristine, somewhat old-fashioned outfits look alluring. The fact that she was wearing subtle, nude fishnets didn’t hurt either. Azriel always found himself intrigued by what she was going to wear, and so far, he distinctly recalled each and every one of her ensembles. Now, he was actively pondering if the fishnets were stockings? 

“She is mad at me already! I think it’s our record time,” he whisper-shouted to the dog. “Is it my fault,” he addressed her, “that trench coats look good on sexy women and make me wish that there was nothing beneath them. It’s every man’s fantasy, you know.”

“I am not here to fulfil your fantasy,” she cut him off. “I am simply wearing a coat.”

“Mmmm.” 

He waited for her to come down the stairs and then extended his hand to her. She shook it reluctantly and he smiled brightly at her, his expression teasing.

“Did you watch the game?” he asked immediately.

“Hello to you too,” she said, while Azriel opened the car door for her and Pinky leapt in eagerly, ready for a new adventure.

“Well, hello then Ms. Archeron,” Azriel murmured, leaning so close to her that his nose almost skimmed her cheek. ”Allow me to help you inside.”

She frowned at him, as she slid inside the car, and Azriel followed her right after. 

“Good afternoon, Miss,” the driver greeted her.

She greeted him back and then looked at Azriel, a bemused expression on her face.

“Where is Mr. Night? What did you do with him? And who are you?”

He laughed, throwing his head back and she looked at his thick throat, swallowing audibly.

“I mean, a car, you are being almost polite, dressed in a suit…that’s not the Mr. Night that I know. Usually he curses, argues and taunts me relentlessly.”

“Aw, Ms, Archeron,” he ran his index finger over her long lock. “Day is still young. There is time for all that.”

“Oh, phew,” she pretended to wipe her brow. “I was getting worried.”

“You shouldn’t. The arsehole is still here and happily present. So, back to my previous question?”

“Which is?”

“Are you wearing anything under the trench?” he teased and she seethed at him as usual, crossing her arms on her chest and glowering at him. 

He raised his hands in mock surrender and said, “Okay, okay. I’ll behave. But…are you?” he whispered quickly.

“One more word, and I am leaving,” she warned.

“Dev, drive fast,” Azriel ordered and the driver smiled, as he sped down the road. 

Meanwhile, Pinkly crawled over Elain and landed on Azriel’s lap, totally disregarding Elain’s displeased hiss. Azriel chuckled, while Pinky pressed his flat face against the window. 

Elain reached into her bag and took out a pretty box with a scowl on her face. She pushed the box into Azriel’s lap without saying a word and then turned to the opposite window.

“What’s that?” he pondered.

“For you,” was all she answered. 

Curious, very, very curious, he opened the box, while Pinky tore his attention away from the window and was now panting with anticipation.

“Is that for me?” Azriel gasped, but it was genuine surprise, and not mockery. Surprise and utter delight.

The box was filled with biscuits of all kinds. Homemade.

“I said it was for you,” she shrugged like she didn’t care.

“You baked? For me?” he whispered in disbelief.

“Well, not just for you,” she argued quickly. “We had Sunday lunch at my sister Feyre’s. She served some very dodgy salmon,”

“How dodgy?” he smirked.

“Dodgy enough that we mostly ate mash and these biscuits that I brought. I had baked entirely too many. So,”

“I am getting the overflow. Thanks, pretty matchmaker!” she elbowed her gently. “I can’t believe you thought of me and made me a box!”

“Well, these are lemon,” she began pointing at different varieties of biscuits in the box. “These are almond horns. Those are orange and hazelnut,”

“Oh my god,” he marvelled in appreciation.

“Chocolate and coffee nibs. And plain shortbread.”

He looked at her. Really looked at her. Her old-fashioned, picturesque beauty, the enormous eyes, the beautiful hair, and for once, he saw someone special. Someone who didn’t fit any moulds that he was familiar with, and once again, he was at a loss. He didn’t know what to make of her.

“Elain…” he said softly, and then immediately corrected himself, “Ms. Archeron. This might be the most thoughtful and kind thing anyone’s ever done for me. I thank you. Truly.”

“You are welcome. It’s not a big thing, but you seemed to enjoy them.”

“More than you think. You baked for me. Made something with your hands…That means a lot.”

“Well, enjoy it,” Elain said gently, while Pinky was growling with impatience.

“Can I give him one?” 

“Just the plain shortbread,” Elain allowed, and Azriel fed one of the biscuits to the overexcited dog, who chomped on it noisily and messily. “He is perpetually hungry and if he could, he’d eat the whole box. He climbed onto the chair and then somehow got on top of the table and ate a whole bowl of raspberries. That was yesterday. A couple of days before, he somehow snuck into the open drawer of the refrigerator, stole a bag of sausages, ate them all, and promptly got diarrhoea…So there is that.”

Azriel was laughing silently, his whole body shaking. 

“Oh no. Why did he get the shits?”

“Because he ate like 7 or 8 sausages. He is a smallish dog. It would be the equivalent of me eating maybe 15-20 sausages. I’d get diarrhoea too!”

“Valid. What else?”

“He ate three bananas, peel and all, again by way of stealing. Then, when I wasn’t looking, he grabbed half of my cheese and onion sandwich, and ate all of that too.”

“What about the dodgy salmon?”

“Even he wouldn’t eat that!” Elain laughed. “He did eat a good heap of mash and gravy, a bread roll with butter, then proceeded to steal my sister Nesta’s steamed tofu,”

“Jesus Christ,” Azriel gasped in horror.

“Immediately spat it out,”

“Not blaming him at all. I’d spit it out too!”

“And then went to my father and cried fake pug tears to him because he was so upset that he stole and ate the wrong thing. Of course my father then had to feed him cheese and ham. As compensation of some kind. Emotional distress I am assuming?”

“My god I love him!” Azriel groaned. “I might have to steal him from you.”

“Well, then you’ll die,” she warned placidly. Azriel was laughing loudly now, considering her nonchalant tone. When he finally came to, he prodded,

“So?”

“I watched the game,” she confirmed. “You did well–one goal and two assists.”

“What about Pink?”

“Piglet watched it too. Now I can show him reruns of football games–he seems to enjoy watching things run.”

“And I am a thing that runs?” Azriel chuckled.

“You certainly are. You have incredible stamina,”

His mouth quirked and he crooned, “You have no idea…”

Elain gawked at him, and then realised what she had said, and rolled her eyes.

“You do remember, Mr. Night that I am not the one who is auditioning to be your potential wife?” She reminded him primly. “I am not the match. I am the matchmaker.”

“How can I forget? Unless you finally change your mind and just go for it,” he proposed. “You already know what you’d be signing up for with me. I have a pretty good idea about you as well. I don’t know why you are fighting this so hard?”

“Yes. I wonder why indeed.”

They were driving through the city and Piglet was panting with enjoyment, looking out the window.

Azriel gently rubbed the dog’s furry neck, relaxed against the back seat, manspreading widely. Elain threw inquisitive glances when she thought he wasn’t watching, and they mostly landed below his waist. As was his usual manner, Azriel let her look as much as she wanted. The car was big enough–even with his height and spread, there was plenty of space. So it was her choice to look, and it would be rude of him not to let her.

“I don’t want you to get so close to him,” Elain said suddenly.

Azriel looked at her quizzically.

“Piglet,” she clarified. “He is getting attached to you. He waits for you at the door,”

At that Azriel smiled, but Elain continued, 

“He thinks of you as a friend.”

“I am his friend,”

“But this is all temporary. You understand that, don’t you? Once you are matched with the right person, our relationship will end. And I don’t want Piglet to think that you’ll be around, coming to play with him or be present in his and my life,”

Azriel chewed the inside of his cheek for a long while, thinking about what she said.

“It doesn’t have to end,” he said at last.

Please don’t.

Don’t end it. 

“You are a client, Mr. Night,” Elain added, “I can’t imagine you’d have time for me once you are getting to know your future wife and getting married.”

“That’s it then?”

“Couple of months, maybe three, at most,” she confirmed. “That’s how long most of my associations with my clients last. One lasted a year, but that’s highly unusual. Besides, you are under a time constraint. I imagine that by January, we will be done.”

“I am sorry, but I disagree, Ms. Archeron,” Azriel said firmly. “Perhaps this is how things have gone before, but I cannot accept it. Let’s come up with a new agreement then…a new plan,”

“What sort of plan?”

“Something that would allow us to keep in touch beyond this initial agreement,”

“Like what?”

He shrugged, scrubbing his hand over his chin.

“Teach me manners?” he proposed. “Proper manners. Like a gentleman.”

Elain laughed, “I am not a miracle worker, Mr. Night. I am not sure I have the capability to do something like that.”

“You aren’t giving yourself enough credit. But for now, why don’t we just leave things as status quo. Three-four months is a long time. Lots of things could happen in that timeframe. Meanwhile, I’d like to keep meeting with you and Pinky.”

“Yes, I suppose,” she agreed, somewhat reluctantly.

“Do you not like me, Ms. Archeron?” he queried, no hesitation in his question.

“No, I wouldn’t say that,” she admitted. “But you are an usual client for me, and I struggle with reigning you in,”

“Perhaps you shouldn't try? And just let things be as they are?” he suggested. “Maybe I am not meant to be reigned in?”

“It’s beginning to look like that,” Elain sighed. “Now, where are we going? Why couldn’t we meet at my office?”

“Where is your sense of adventure?” he smiled. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Hmmm…Very, very marginally.”

“Aw, you wound me, Ms. Archeron! But I will take you to a place you’ll undoubtedly enjoy.”

Elain looked outside the window and suddenly felt Azriel’s large, heavy palm cover her hand. He was silent, but he threaded their fingers together and held her hand firmly in his.

She turned her head and breathed, ‘Mr. Night’.

He looked straight at her, his face emotionless as usual, but said just as softly ‘Ms. Archeron’. He almost dared her to say something, or tug her hand away from his, but he wouldn’t allow it, and just kept her in place. To her credit, she didn’t attempt to either.

Piglet turned his head and looked at them, assessing the hand-holding. Then, bouncing with a surplus of excitement, he jumped on Azriel, bucking and shimmying wildly, before rolling onto Elain’s lap, waiting for a belly scratch, and then slithering back on Azriel.

“See, he is on our side,” Azriel chuckled, scratching the supple rolls of fat on the pug. “He is team Elriel.”

“Team what?”

“Elriel,” 

“I don’t know what that means.”

“El–for Elain, and Riel for Azriel. Duh? Do I have to teach you everything?!”

“Where do you even come up with this nonsense?” she looked at him, perplexed.

“Elriel is not nonsense, Ms. Archeron. It’s our ship name. Pinky is the first shipper.”

“My god. You’ve read too many romance novels, Mr. Night.”

“Yeah, well, it gets boring on the road,” he shrugged. “So I read.”

“Romance novels?”

“Fantasy. Dark romance. Romantasy. Whatever.”

“Romantasy?”

“Are you judging me?”

“No, no. Not at all,” she shook her head, stifling a laugh.

They crossed the river, and Elain looked around, trying to figure out where they were going.

At last, she exclaimed, “Borough Market?”

“Nope,” he popped his lips.

“Where then?!” she whined.

“Patience.”

“I want the apple crisp!” she begged.

“You always seem to want some kind of apple crisp,” he teased. 

“It’s my favourite. This one has bruleed custard on top. It’s so goooddd,” she moaned.

“Maybe next time,” he promised, smiling to himself.

The appreciation that he had for Elain’s unabashed love for food and eating was hard to describe. All the other women he ever went out with insisted on salads, pretended like they weren’t hungry, opted for tofu and seaweed, and in general, avoided eating as much as possible. Elain was about tea, and custard, and cake, and hearty stews.

“We are here,” he said at last. The car parked and he went to open the door. Pinky hopped out first, and then Elain climbed out and threw her head back.

“We are going to the Shard?” she asked.

“We are!” He curled his arm offering it to her and she took it. 

Elain seemed surprised, but she followed him nevertheless, while Pinky stepped in front of them with his usual self importance, like he knew where he was going. Azriel could only dream of having this dog’s confidence!

The three of them took the lift up to Shangri-La hotel and were immediately greeted by an obsequious female hostess, who looked at Azriel like he was a dick-on-a-stick.

“Mr. Night, please follow me,” she flitted about, swaying her hips, as she paid no attention to Elain, and ushered them to a table in front of the windows, which overlooked the stunning vistas of London. It felt as if they sat right on top of Tower Bridge. Piglet plastered his face against the window, snorting with amazement. Whatever he was seeing, he was very impressed. 

“He is a support animal. We have all the documentation,” Azriel told the hostess, but she waved her hand at him.

“Of course, Mr. Night. That wouldn’t be a problem.”

“He is very well-behaved,” Azriel assured her, while observing Elain’s pinched little face. She wasn’t liking what was happening here.

Finally, the woman left, and Elain muttered, “Why even ask me for help? You have a ready-to-go wife right here. Wives on tap, I am sure.”

Azriel laughed at her.

“If I didn’t know you better, I would’ve thought that you were jealous, Ms. Archeron.”

“Jealous? Hardly,” she scoffed. 

“Phew, I was beginning to worry that you were developing feelings for me and my company,” he snickered. “Allow me,” he offered to take her trench–something the hostess should’ve done, but apparently, she was too star struck.

Elain unbelted and shrugged the coat off and Azriel looked her over with interest that he wasn’t even trying to hide. 

“Blimey,” he exhaled. 

Elain wore a form-fitting nude jumper and a knee-length skirt with brown and purple abstract pattern. Frankly, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the round pair of glorious tits that the jumper did all kinds of favours for. He even liked the one strand of fat pearls around her neck. 

“None. Don’t worry. But,” she looked around, “this is nice. Thank you, Mr. Night. I appreciate the thought. Imagine–I’ve never been here before. It’s been on the list of places to go, but we never could make it. So, thank you! I’ve just checked an item off my bucket list.”

“The pleasure is mine, Ms. Archeron,” he included his head. “Care to share what else is on your bucket list?”

“No,” she told him immediately, as she pulled out her IPad from her bag. “We are here to talk about you.”

He held the chair for her and she sat down.

“And here I thought that this Pink Afternoon Tea will thaw you a bit! Champagne at least?”

“I’ll have a glass,” she agreed graciously.

“You are not pregnant or anything like that, right?” he goaded her. 

She rolled her eyes and told him, “Not that I am not aware of.”

“So. There is someone in your life to get pregnant by?” he pressed.

“I’ll be asking you a series of questions,” Elain said, ignoring him and his probing. “Please answer truthfully. I am building your profile. There are no right or wrong answers.”

“May I tell you something meanwhile?”

“Sure.”

“You look sexy as fuck, matchmaker. It’s dangerous.”

She sucked in her breath and nervously picked at her pearls.

“Mr. Night…”

“Ms. Archeron. I see what I see.”

At that moment, their champagne was delivered, followed by waiters with the tea service. Elain exhaled a relieved breath. 

It looked spectacular–Reuben sandwiches, Truffle Egg and Cress, Smoked Salmon, Coronation Chicken–all done in various shades of pink. There were chicken liver parfaits, and tiny burgers. Pink scones, clotted cream and strawberry jam. And a variety of little architecturally-impressive pastries–a layer cake with pistachios and cherries, raspberry plum cake, something called shang mont rose, and the Pink Sphere. 

The Pink Afternoon Tea at the Shard (Shangri-La Hotel, London)

They even brought a bowl of water and a bowl of whipped cream for Piglet. 

“It’s beautiful. Almost too beautiful to eat,” Elain commented, inspecting all the offering.

“Almost,” Azriel raised his champagne flute. “But not quite. To us, Ms. Archeron. To our tenuous friendship. Maybe it will grow into something more.”

Elain glanced at him and whispered, “maybe,” before sipping her champagne.

“I won’t be able to train properly after all this,” Azriel commented, as he bit into one of the sandwiches, “but you only live once, yeah?”

“Your first concert?” Elain asked, looking down at her IPad.

Piglet already polished all the cream off, and was now snoring softly under the table. 

Azriel thought for a second, and said,

“Eminem. I was fourteen. Cass and I snuck out and slept outside all night, but we got in. It was incredible.”

She smiled and whispered, “that must have been amazing…”

“It really was.”

“Favourite movie?”

“Fight Club.”

“Favourite singer or band?”

“Led Zeppelin.”

“I could’ve guessed. You seem like the type.”

“Oh, and what type is that?”

“Old-fashioned, but rebellious.”

“What about you? Tay Tay? Adele?”

Elain wrinkled her nose.

“If we are talking singers, then it’s Amy Winehouse,” she said. “Band–it’s always the Rolling Stones.”

“Ahhh…well, that’s to be expected.”

“Why?”

“You like the classics.”

“Look at us, figuring each other out.” Her tone was vaguely sarcastic. Then she asked the next question, “First celebrity crush?”

Azriel took a while to think about that one, sipping his tea, and finishing up his little burger.

“Brad Pitt.”

“Oh?” Elain smiled. “Really?”

“He is a beautiful man. What can I say? In ‘Troy’ I think.”

“First thing you do when you wake up?”

“Think about football,” he told her instantly. “I am dedicated to my game, my team, my city. I work hard for what I do.”

“What was your dream job when you were young?”

“I didn’t think I’d have one at all,” he told her honestly. Elain didn’t know how to follow up on that statement. “Thought I’d be in a gang, or something. Maybe in prison. Maybe dead,”

“That’s…very grim,” she frowned.

“That’s the reality of those lads who I grew up with. My reality. I just happen to run well with a ball.”

“How do you think others view you?”

“They either like me or hate me. I am good looking, so some respond to that. Others cannot abide my character. I don’t care, to be honest. I only care about the opinions of very few people.”

“Who?” she asked quickly, though he suspected that it wasn’t part of the questionnaire.

“Cassian, I suppose. Rhys. My team. Coach. You.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

Elain hid her face behind her cup, aimlessly picking at her sandwich, but Azriel watched her closely. 

“You can’t ask questions like these and not expect uncomfortable answers,” he reminded her simply.

“Why me though?”

“For a posh, prissy bird, you are surprisingly accepting. I suppose I appreciate that, so I don’t want you to think of me…badly.”

“I don’t, you know.”

“I do. And that’s what’s so surprising. You are a nice sort of person.”

Elain adjusted her hair, trying to make herself comfortable, and asked,

“What do you not tolerate?”

“Disloyalty. Random cruelty.”

Her eyes fell on his scarred hands, while he spread some jam on his scone and popped it in his mouth. Despite the scars, his hands were attractive. Big and strong and sure.

“Where do you want to live?”

“London. It’s home. It understands me.”

“Biggest fear?”

He didn’t say anything for a while.

“I’ll tell you,” he drummed his fingers on the table, “but we say it together. You say yours, and I’ll say mine.”

“Mr. Night,” she began, but he interrupted her.

“No, Ms. Archeron. This is the way we do it. If you don’t like it, move on to the next questions.”

Elain sighed and murmured ‘fine’.

“On three then…One, two, three.”

Loneliness.

Both of them blurted the same word at the same time.

Loneliness. 

Elain stared at him. A little shocked. Azriel only chuckled. 

“Well then…”

He smiled again. 

“I might need more Champagne.”

“I'll ask lighter questions,” she promised quickly, not commenting on their shared fear.

“Please do, before I get black out drunk at Afternoon Tea at the Shard. Do they have whiskey here?”

“Mr. Night, you aren’t drinking whiskey!”

“Not yet. But I might soon. Are you eating your burger?”

“No. You can have it.”

She typed something in her notebook and he meanwhile ate her mini burger in two bites.

“Do you wear pyjamas to bed?” came the next question, and Azriel huffed at it.

“No. I sleep completely naked.”

She cleared her throat and went on,

“Boxers or briefs?”

Azriel grinned and leaned back in his chair, as was his manner when he got comfortable and amused. 

“Well, well…Boxer briefs, Ms. Archeron,” he answered with a wink. “I normally like everything to be tucked in there, and not flop in the wind.”

Elain snorted a laugh.

“You see,” he continued. “The Lord hath endowed me well in that region. There is much to hold in place. It’s like wrestling a python into my poor drawers every morning…”

“Oh, how tragic. It must be very difficult for you,” she mocked.

But Azriel didn’t miss the lovely blush that spread on her cheeks. 

“It is a struggle, but one that I accepted humbly. Wouldn’t be surprised if they could see it all the way in America. Makes our American cousins all kinds of edgy seeing a British cock in all its glory.”

“Oh my god,”

Leaning towards her, he whispered conspiratorially, “don’t tell Cassian. He gets a bit…competitive.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” Elain promised.

“Hardly a secret. Anything else you’d like to know, matchmaker? Or see?”

“The most significant of your tattoos?” she hopped over his proposition just like that.

He rubbed his chest, and said, “A Churchill quote: It is the time to dare and endure.”

“Is that something that helps you?”

“Something to keep me grounded when things get tough. I also have this one,” he pointed to his forearm. “Arsenal crest. And a Union Jack on my shoulder.”

The next question was Azriel’s favourite. Elain asked,

“Maradona or Pele?”

“Diego Armando Maradona,” he said at once.

“Do you believe in god?”

“No.”

“Can you change a tyre?”

“Yes.”

“The first thing you look at in a woman?”

“Her gaze. Her look.”

“Have you ever been in love?” she asked quickly, without raising her eyes from the tablet.

“No. Never. Have you?” he asked quickly.

“This isn’t about me,”

“Answer the question,” he ordered.

“No, Mr. Night. I have not been in love. Do you want to marry?”

“Seems like I have to.”

“If you didn’t need to.”

“Marriage changes little, but if the woman wants it, then yes, I would marry.”

“And children? Would you like to have children?”

“Yes. Four.”

She glanced at him and repeated, “Four?”

“Yes. Four.”

“What do you know how to cook?”

“Steak. Only the best eggs you’ve ever eaten. Really good lamb stew. A bacon sandwich. You won’t go hungry with me, pretty matchmaker. Don’t worry.”

“Is this another proposal?”

“Always!” he grinned at her. “Now that you know everything about me, am I making a more appealing candidate?”

“I am sure that you are, for others. I am not looking for a husband, Mr. Night,” she reminded him dryly.

“Why hasn’t the ginger bloke closed the deal?” Azriel started on the pastries, popping one of them in his mouth whole. That solicited a frown from Elain, but he only smiled at her. “What’s he waiting for?”

“Why do you think it’s the man, and not me?”

“You are a fucking matchmaker, princess. Of course you wanna get married. Come on now,” he bubbled his lips. “It’s like saying I am a footballer, but I don’t want to win the Ballon D’Or. Of course I do. Probably no chance of it, but nevertheless, the dream is there.”

“Maybe, hypothetically, I want to get married. But it’s nothing and to no one specific,” she finally relented. 

“Well, that’s a start,” he smiled. “Anything else? What do you want to know? My favourite colour? It’s cobalt blue, by the way. Funny how you wore a skirt in that colour the first time we met. You think it’s a sign?” he winked at her.

“No. I do not.”

“You are so hard to impress,” he complained jokingly. “Tough little cookie. But I’ll break that hard exterior and will get to the soft, gooey inside, the delicious centre.”

“Mr. Night, please remember that ours is a professional relationship. You aren’t breaking me in or whatever it is you just said. It definitely sounded wholly inappropriate. 

“I, however, must ask you more personal questions…Which, honestly, I am dreading,” she added sombrely.

Azriel stretched his very long legs under the table and crossed them at the ankles, before lacing his fingers on his stomach and smiling like an asshole at her. 

“Come on then, pretty matchmaker. Bring it on! I won’t put the moves on you–unless you want me to–and I will behave,”

“Why am I doubting everything you just said?” she whispered with a heavy sight.

“Oh, don’t. Come on, ask away!”

“I preferred you when you were reluctant and a moody arsehole, like you were at our first meeting.”

“Oh, I am still that. Don’t worry. But I am making an effort here and want to make your life a bit easier.”

“How are you in bed, Mr. Night?” she blurted out. “Any specific preferences that a prospective match should know about? Dominant? Submissive? Rough? BDSM? Any fetishes? Any musts? Any hard limits? And how do you feel about fidelity?”

“Well, fuck me that’s a lot of questions! I think I will have that whiskey after all.”

They waited for his whiskey to be delivered and Azriel took a sip, smacking his lips with appreciation.

“You are a bad influence, Ms. Archeron,” he told her. “You make me want to live.”

She looked at him and his declaration with surprise.

“And you don’t live otherwise?”

“I dunno. With you, things seem…easier. Lighter? Like I don't have to worry about my form constantly, or think about the game, or training, or restrict myself. It’s nice, you know. It feels like there is more to the world, and to my life than what I am used to. I can have a drink, and have some pastries, and wear a suit…Not just trainers that sponsor me, or salads and leafy greens and lean protein.”

Elain smiled, “You sound like my sister Nesta. She is a dancer. She is very careful about what she eats,”

“Hence the tofu that makes Pinky sick.”

“Indeed.”

He resumed his position, with his hands on his stomach and then said,

“I am rough. As a lover.”

Elain stopped typing in her IPad and stared at him, clearly not expecting this nugget of info to drop on her lap.

“Rough?” she repeated at last. “As in…violent?”

He chuckled.

“Nah, I ain’t violent, pretty girl.”

“Mr. Night,” she snapped.

“Sorry, sorry. Ms. Archeron–where I come from, fucking is quick, hard, rough and unromantic. There ain’t no flickering candles, soft music, gauzy curtains,”

“I am impressed and a bit alarmed that you just used the word ‘gauzy’,” Elain commented.

“All, I’ve been hitting the dictionary every night. Picking up fancy words to impress you with!”

“You should be impressing your future matches,” she reminded him with a meaningful look, and he nodded in acquiescence. 

“Yeah, I remember. The matches.��

“So, you are rough,” Elain repeated. 

“Listen–on and off for a few years, I didn’t even have a place to sleep when I was a teen. Three months with one family, six weeks with another, four days with another…Stretches of time in between where Cass and me had to fend for ourselves. But you know…needs must and all. My dick was a teenage dick regardless of what my family situation was, so I had to get it where I could.”

Elain listened without commenting, her face expressionless. Azriel wasn’t sure if she was shocked, or repulsed, or judging him. That damn poker face of hers was on point.

“And where could I get it? Against the wall near the chippy, or on a park bench, or in a stairwell. That doesn’t bode well for lengthy sessions of tender lovemaking.

“So I go in pretty rough. I’ll make you come–a lady, I’ll make a lady come–but if she is looking for prim and proper that ain’t me.”

He scrubbed his hand over his face. 

“I ain’t mean, Ms. Archeron. I am an athlete–I am controlled and powerful. Before I took up football, I used to box. There wasn’t much else to do where we lived, and because Cass and I were so big, we joined the local church’s boxing club. It taught me how to control my strength, my physicality, and my size. There ain’t ever been a need to be physically rough with the girl. Why? What’s she gonna do against me, you know?”

“Anything else?”

“All that other stuff you’d mentioned–BDSM, dom and sub–I don’t have any interest in that. I don’t particularly like inflicting pain, especially not on women. But if you’d like me to spank you or tie you up, I’ll tie you up. Whatever you fancy, Ms. Archeron.”

Elain blushed violently and adorably, as she scrambled to pretend to type something.

“So you do like to be spanked?” he grinned at her. He knew that she was fake typing right now.

She squirmed in her chair, and woke up Piglet, when she poked him with her foot. He snorted his disappointment and then emerged from under the table and immediately looked at Azriel with a pleading gaze. 

“I saved you a sandwich,” Azriel chuckled, tearing a piece of the sandwich and feeding it to the pug. “Coronation chicken, no less.”

Piglet began chomping on the sandwich with delight, finding a kindred spirit in Azriel. 

“I am still waiting for an answer, Ms. Archeron,” Azriel teased. “Spanking? Tying up? Are you a dom? Or do you like to submit? And before you tell me that this is not about you, I’d still like to know.”

“Well, this is not about me,” she hissed.

Azriel cocked his head to the side and looked at her with a humoured look in his eyes, asking,

“Are you a virgin?” 

“For god’s sake, Mr. Night! Why are you asking me this?!” she demanded, scandalised.

“No shame in that,” he said lightly. “If you are, I mean. I am not judging.”

“Well, I am not, Mr. Night. I am a grown woman. And not a virgin. Are you the one who is going to be asking questions now?!”

“Yes, now I am kind of into it. What’s your favourite colour?”

“Pink!” she snapped.

“How about favourite food?”

“Sushi!”

“Cold raw fish–yum. But like I said before, no judgement.”

“Feels like judgement,”

“What else can I ask?”

“Nothing!”

“Do you find me handsome?”

“No!” she cried out.

“No? But I am a handsome footballer, what’s wrong with me?”

“Your gigantic ego.”

“Ego just corresponds to other parts of my anatomy,” he shrugged innocently.

“Oh lord. We are quite finished here, Mr. Night. I think we should get the bill.”

“I think I’d like another whiskey,” he argued.

“Well, you’ll be drinking it alone.”

“Naw…Pink is staying here with me. I am feeding him sandwiches and you know he ain’t going anywhere. Sit that pretty plump arse of yours down, Ms. Archeron. We’ll go soon enough.”

She pouted, but her traitorous dog was only proving Azriel correct, as he slurped his water and chewed on the sandwich that Azriel kept feeding him.

“My arse isn’t plump,” she muttered.

He glanced at her and smiled, “I’ll be the judge of that,” he decided. “Hope the ginger bloke appreciates your arse and worships it the way it deserves to be worshipped. It’s a hella nice coupla buns. Sorry and all…but I noticed,”

“No. More. Whiskey.” Elain ordered, wiping her brow. She was going to lose 10 kilos by the time all of this was going to be over. This man needed to be in some special institution. 

“I know what kind of a wife I want!” he suddenly declared, rubbing his hands excitedly.

“Oh you do, do you? Please tell. I am…well, scared, but also intrigued.”

“I want the kind of girl who kisses me at red lights.”

“That’s actually…kind of romantic,” Elain agreed, surprised. He made no sense this man, but he definitely kept her on her toes.

“Yeah, kind of like she can’t even wait to give me a hot and sloppy one. So she waits until we are at a red light and goes for it.”

Meanwhile, Piglet finished his sandwich and ambled towards the massive wall of windows, looking out with great interest. Because he was wearing his Burberry jacket, and now stood in front of a window overlooking the Gherkin, the Tower of London and the Tower Bridge, charmed tourists and other guests began pointing at him and oohing and ahhing with delight, completely awed by the stylish pug.

“They gonna start taking photos of him.” Azriel whispered to Elain, and she smiled, nodding, while she quickly snapped a pic of her own.

“Going on his Insta?” he joked, while the waiter brought another whiskey. Azriel figured that he might not be leaving here any time soon. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in god knows how long. 

“Obviously!” she tapped something quickly on her phone and in the next minute, showed it to him.

It was an amazing photo, considering that she barely even moved to take it–but Piglet looked like he was floating above the city, his expression pensive, his jacket on point, every landmark below him captured with crisp precision. 

Enjoying London Town #puginthesky #whenpugsfly #puglyfe

“How do you even come up with these so quickly?” he shook his head, but then quickly requested, “send it to me. I want to have it. Also, it’s a gorgeous pic!”

“Thank you.”

Elain reached for her bag and then withdrew a folder, which she lay on the table, between the two of them.

“What’s that?”

“Mr. Night, I wanted to mention this before we go further.”

“Sounds ominous,” he huffed.

“Are you currently…sexually active?”

He cocked his brow at her and chuckled, “what a question, Ms. Archeron! Why? Are you interested?”

She ignored the suggestive quip and said, “It’s just that it would be preferential if you maintain a certain amount of abstinence while being matched. You can certainly decide to engage in sexual relations with the match when the two if you are ready, but I would ask you to treat it as you would a normal relationship…”

“I’ve never been in a relationship,” he sipped his whiskey. “So I am no expert. But I think I can manage it.”

“You truly haven’t been in a relationship?”

“No. Not really.”

“And yet you can abstain?” she confirmed.

“Matchmaker,” he sighed, “I am almost 30, I have some self-control. It’s been a while since I’ve lost control over pussy,”

“Mr. Night!”

“Sorry, sexual relations. Listen, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my youth. Nothing too terrible, but I should’ve done better. Now I am the Captain, and the younger lads look up at me. I want to do right by them, make sure that their careers don’t blow up, that they are careful with their money and the women that they are with. With us–you can get one injury, and it could be career ending. Everything you’ve been counting on, planning on, expecting, working for a decade towards–poof, gone! All because someone made a bad tackle, or you ran wrong, or a ligament snapped. And you are left with nothing, all the contracts and games and endorsements are gone just like that,” he snapped his fingers. “Everyone thinks they’ll be a Ronaldo, or a Messi, or a Zidane, but that’s untrue for most players. 

“So now, I feel a sense of responsibility. Look at me–I am an old fucker,” he laughed. “But it’s true. So yeah, I can abstain. When we travel, I don’t party all that much. After dinner, I usually go back to the hotel and play Candy Crush. Or read dark romances.”

At that, Elain giggled, “you do not read dark romances!” she argued.

“Yeah I fuckin’ do!” he insisted.

“Such a liar!”

“Telling you,”

“Okay, so what are you reading currently?” 

“Shantel Tessier’s ‘Carnage’,” he reported immediately. 

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s super smutty,” was the verdict.

“You do not read Shantel Tessier!” Elain gawked at him adorably, completely taken aback.

“You’d be incorrect. Listen, I had an injury a couple of years ago and was in rehab for two months. I was bored out of my mind. The nurse who was taking care of me got me hooked up on dark romances. I fuckin’ love that shite!” he admitted excitedly. “You ladies write some bloody crazy shit. Never read anything like that written by a man!”

Azriel glanced in Pinky’s direction and smiled widely. The pug was legitimately posing for photos and creating a mini stampede around him. He was even giving over the shoulder looks, not to mention all sorts of side and front poses, knowing exactly what needed to be done to gain the most reaction. 

“Hey mate, you can photograph him, but don’t touch him,” Azriel said protectively, when some guy wanted to pick the dog up. “He doesn’t like anyone but me and my girl touching him. He bites.”

Maybe the truth was stretched a bit, but whatever. It worked, because the bloke stepped back cautiously and didn’t attempt to touch the dog anymore.

‘I am not your girl,” Elain said quietly, crimping the napkin on her lap.

“No. But you could be. Nothing’s stopping you,” he said simply.

With that, Elain pushed the folder towards him and explained,

“Your first match”.

[amazinglyegg]

JAY! JAY! JAY! JAY!

The most basic survivor with the most basic story! Very long ramble about him below the cut (sorry)

Physical appearance

Short, skinny, pale (malnourished vibes)

Part way through his story he loses his eyes from a grenade and gets synth eyes as prosthetics

Has scars all over his body from that incident, as well as the average amount of scars for a wastelander

Always wears long sleeves, usually a white tshirt

Jean jacket over top with some silly little patches!!!

I am terrible at clothes so idk what pants he wears. Vaguely grey probably

Other outfits you'll see him in are any random clothes he needs when going undercover in the railroad (he keeps an outfit in his bag for synths still in their old uniform!) and rarely the Brotherhood flight suit when it's laundry day

Backpack

Big ol' hiking backpack he scavenged in sanctuary, also ties his sleeping bag on the bottom

Food, water, and caps are necessary

Sketchbook and pencil to keep him busy while having to sit around and wait, loves sketching and journalling

Teddy bear! Lovingly named Mr. Cuddlesworth, keeps him tucked away so nothing bad happens to him

Fancy Lads for any synths he comes across, also (not in the picture) a blank box filled with chems for bribing his way out of problems with raiders and the like

Uses his baseball bat, especially before he got comfortable with guns, but occasionally uses Rightous Authority and a combat shotgun

Keeps an extra knife on hand as well as pepper spray and a rape whistle, both of which he kept on his body since pre-war

Stats!

Physically weak but very perceptive - not very high charisma but his perception usually helps him along

High perception means he has very sensetive ears, which can both be useful and a problem (prone to sensory overload!)

His perks aren't based on his SPECIAL at all

Medic - he was trained as a scribe in the Brotherhood of Steel, much more comfortable healing than fighting

Vans - He's practically reliant on his pipboy to keep track of all his quests! It has a detailed map and GPS that can even give directions out loud

Rooted - He's a freeze response type of guy. 100% deer in the headlight vibes

Personality

He's a big ol' scaredy cat!

Trauma from the vault has left him absolutely terrified of enclosed spaces, the dark, and radroaches. Also dislikes loud sounds, the cold, alcohol, and chems

He likes touch and always gives out hugs and handshakes! He also likes the sun (and light), nature, sweets, sleeping, being non-violent, and brahmin

He's a crybaby and will cry at every little thing. Just give him 15 minutes and he'll be fine

He's very naive and trusting, especially starting out. He just blindly goes along with what anyone says, and that becomes an extreme as he tries to cope with how much the world changed

Everything's in ruins now? Okay. There's cows with two heads? Okay. You're going to rob me and steal all my money? Okay... wait.

Always tries to see the best in people and things, and will much rather get shot than risk shooting someone who may not be a danger to him (hey, maybe they're only aiming a gun at him because they misunderstand! We can talk things out!)

Very rarely gets angry or loses his cool - tends to just cry instead. Not too great in the wasteland!

He doesn't like kids (and didn't like Shaun, which he feels guilty about...) despite being so childish and friendly. He gets along with them great! He just... doesn't like them...

Story

Jay has two storylines of sorts, one of my first playthrough and one of my second playthrough that diverges a bit

My first playthrough is a Railroad playthrough

Jay is Shaun's older brother. Their father was a veteran and Sanctuary was a small neighborhood specifically advertised as PTSD/veteran friendly (AKA HOA had a field day with banning fireworks and loud parties, and didn't bother with much else...) - Codsworth was also part of a pack for veterans!

Jay gets some basic survival skills from Preston and the group (after becoming severely ill due to a 200yr old immune system, but whatever) and leaves with Codsworth to Diamond City

He meets Nick and joins the Railroad quickly after! However Codsworth gets pretty beaten up in Vault 114 and after staying with Arturo for a while Jay convinces him to go to Sanctuary where it's safe

At some point Jay runs off on his own to try and collect the last few of Winter's holotapes, which is where he gets cornered by gunners in Quincy and throws a grenade which bounces off the wall and back near his own feet

He was mostly blind and severely injured, and staggers his way back to Railroad HQ (thanks to his high perception + VANS to guide him) where he gets taken to Doctor Amari and gets his synth eyes

He infiltrates the Institute and befriends X6, and also finds out he's a synth after reading a terminal he was told very sternly not to look into

In the same way Shaun is sort of a test for child synths, Jay is a test for teenage synths, as well as to study personality and emotions, and how a synth would grow if they believed to be human

Barely anyone knows this, save for Father and maybe a few other scientists, so Jay keeps it a secret until the Railroad is attacking the place, where he tells Father on his deathbed that he knows the truth

Father tells him that they're not real brothers and he feels nothing for him, and Jay responds by telling Father that he loves him and that their parents would be proud of him before mercy shooting him in the head

He adopts synth Shaun and gets adopted by Nick, making a family of entirely robots (including Codsworth!)

Far Harbor comes after this and stuff happens idk this is getting very long, but DiMA is his uncle!!

The second playthrough, which is forever unfinished, is a Brotherhood playthrough, follows all the main plotpoints above with a few changed details

Instead of immediately leaving to Diamond City after Call to Arms, he and Codsworth stay with Danse and his group with the promise of food, shelter, and in-depth survival and weapon training (he's still relying on his baseball bat at this point despite his horrible strength stat)

Codsworth eventually goes back to Sanctuary (all this fighting stresses him out) and Jay does still find the Railroad and go along with them, but he spends a majority of his time on the Prydwen learning everything he needs to know

Jay's still supportive of synths but is less active in the Railroad, and he finds out he's a synth around a week or two before the events of Blind Betrayal

After Blind Betrayal Jay leaves the Brotherhood and goes for a Minutemen and Railroad ending, where the two factions sort of combine, and a lot of settlers are either rescued synths or helping the Railroad in some way

Danse is also in the Minutemen! Although he's mostly unaware of how involved in the Railroad they are - Jay is trying to ease him into it slowly but it's taking a WHILE to unlearn all that Brotherhood propaganda!

Jay isn't as active in the Railroad in this playthrough, and he's more critical of their ways of doing things. He's a bit more distant with Nick (as Danse sort of takes the roll of surrogate father) but generally the vibes are the same

These two stories somehow both exist equally in my head, so I guess they're both "canon"!

Fun facts!

Jay is a genre of person. Whenever there's an RPG and I can't tell if I should make an OC or pretend to be myself, I make Jay! He also exists in Stardew Valley!

Jay is my middle name, but not on purpose. While getting my name changed my mom offered to include Jay as a middle name (unrelated to my OCs) and I went along with it. Jay had already existed for a while before this!

Jay's original design included a hard hat. I decided it wasn't for him.

Jay disliked Codsworth and Shaun before the war. He was going through an angsty phase and was a bit jealous of not being the only child anymore. He feels very guilty about it now

He can't bring himself to go back to Sanctuary anymore so most of the Minutemen's work is done at the Castle

During The Lost Patrol he finds himself alone at the Revere Satellite Array and trades a bunch of food, water, and caps with the Super Mutants in exchange for Scribe Faris' holotags (and his life). Danse is not happy about this

Despite the fact I never travelled with Curie or Strong in my playthroughs, he's friends with them! He thinks they're pretty chill

The first person he tells about being a Synth is X6, and he asks whether he knew. X6 had no idea.

He doesn't tell Nick for a looong time because of his reaction when DiMA asks if he's a synth. He asks DiMA for advice after the events of Far Harbor before he tells Nick.

[TRIGGER WARNING beyond this point for claustrophobia, suffocation, roaches, PTSD, and suicide] He spent several hours stuck inside the vault, barely able to move or breathe due to having to dethaw in an already cold room. His cryopod couldn't open from the inside and he was slowly suffocating as the seals were air-tight. He had to claw his way through the cushioning to get to some wires that, when broken, finally released the doors.

He was still too weak and pained to move, and the radroaches started swarming him once they sensed fresh meat. They didn't do much damage to him but it was still very traumatizing

The first thing he did as soon as he got out of that room was try and shoot himself with the 10mm. The safety was on and he didn't know how to switch it off, so he gave up

Attempted suicide again a few days later after the power armor from the Museum of Freedom reminded him of the cryo pod and triggered a nasty flashback (plus the general stress of everything), but gets stopped by Codsworth. After retelling this to Captain Cade he finds out that it's not a "normal panic attack" and that he does in fact have PTSD, and that he's not allowed in power armor until he gets his symptoms under control.