#[visibly shaking on the ground]: excuse me sir do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior manner of death (2020)

[spicyvampire]

MANNER OF DEATH (2020) EP.7

LAWS OF ATTRACTION (2023) EP.6

[maddieinwonder]

The Seventh

Slight Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None at all

Word Count: 1.6k

Plot: Reader hears a lot of rumours about the BAU before she applies to join the team. (Part 2 here!)

Author's Note: I love the idea of the BAU being notorious in the FBI, because honestly, they totally would be! And I would be lying if I said I've never crushed hard irl on a mysterious genius boy...

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Before you decided to join the BAU, you had heard all kinds of gossip about its members. It was a hot topic among your colleagues, but you could hardly blame them for the shameless act, when you left one ear open for it yourself.

Professionally, if they weren't called the BAU, people called them the "serial killer guys", since they couldn't seem to escape them in their cases. But among your lunch group, they were called "The Seven".

It was an embarrassing name in your opinion, too easily implying that the BAU was elite, untouchable. But the more you learned about them, the more you thought there could some truth to it.

Number One was SSA Hotchner, the unit chief known for his stone cold attitude. You heard a rumour that he once threatened the BAU section chief without so much as batting an eye. Anybody else would have been fired on the spot, but it seemed that Hotchner was so unrivalled in his job that he was asked to stay anyway.

Hotchner's opposite was SSA Rossi, who seemed to be the more "human" of the two, but that didn't make him any less intimidating. He was famous both in and out of the FBI, having built the BAU from the ground up, and written multiple best-selling books about criminal analysis. Why he decided to return to the BAU was a mystery to everyone, but you had a feeling he actually missed it.

Then there was SSA Prentiss. Everyone's consensus was that she seemed nice, but ultimately professional. People theorised that her political upbringing made her into a politician herself, but you once saw her in the BAU office laughing so hard that tears started rolling down her cheeks, and that's when you decided she couldn't be as stiff as the rest made her out to be.

SSA Morgan was the one everybody liked, on a shallow level at least. All your fingers and toes weren't enough to count how many people you knew had a crush on him. You've seen grown women visibly swoon when he walked by, which was partially hilarious for you, but also partially embarrassing for womenkind. You could see the appeal, somewhat, but he wasn't your speed.

Your favourite was JJ. Jennifer Jareau was the BAU's communications liaison and the only one you'd dare call a friend. You'd worked with her on multiple cases in the past, and in fact, she was the one who recommended you for the new position. She's a complete sweetheart, but you also knew that she once headshot an unsub right in the BAU office to protect Penelope. That fact only increased your admiration for her.

She was also the one to introduce you to the BAU's infamous technical analyst. You had heard of Penelope Garcia prior to that, but she so rarely emerged from her office that you almost thought she was a myth. The real person was unlike an FBI agent at all, always donning some combination of bright colours, feathers, and/or sparkles. Most people who'd seen her labelled her as a weirdo, but there was something about her, a sense of positivity, that you loved.

Last but not least, the one that slipped under everyone's radar, Dr. Spencer Reid. People didn't talk much about Dr. Reid because, well, there was nothing really to talk about. He was the youngest person to ever join the FBI, had an IQ of 187, and you thought he was far too pretty to be doing a job this terrible, but that's where the conversations usually ended.

Everything that could be said, envied, or admired about the genius had simply been covered already, and he offered no new fodder for the gossip trolls to chew on; he rarely left the office, he didn't mingle with the other departments, and frankly, everyone thought he was socially awkward.

Yet, you found yourself continuously coming back to him in your thoughts. Maybe, subconsciously, you wanted to join the BAU so that you could figure him out.

The first time you met Dr. Reid, he was giving the profile of an unsub to the larger team. His words sped by so quickly, yet with so much insight and detail that you found yourself scrunching your face in concentration in order to get it all, and that impressed you.

You had always been a quick study but you instantly knew that Dr. Reid would be a challenge, both professionally and personally, and you hadn't even got to know him yet.

As you submitted the request to join the BAU, you admit that the excitement of that challenge was at the forefront of your mind. And when you were called into SSA Hotchner's office a few months later, the thought rang in your head even louder.

"Agent Hotchner, you called for me?" You asked at his door, suddenly feeling timid in the face of your potential boss.

"Sit down, agent," he said without looking up. As you took a seat, he opened a file that was undoubtedly yours and looked up. His eyebrows were furrowed, but if what you'd heard about him was true, this didn't necessarily mean anything bad. And you were right.

"I have your test results with me," he began. "Firstly, I'd like to congratulate you for scoring the highest in your class." You swore he almost cracked a smile.

"I've also heard a lot about you. Your boss had many good things to say about your work ethic, your field experience, and your commitment to justice," he continued.

Now it was your turn to smile.

"But I want to know the real reason why you want to join the BAU." Your smile faltered slightly, something that you're sure Hotchner would pick up on.

He leaned forward in his desk, purposefully applying pressure on the situation, and you let out a quiet breath in preparation.

"The reason I wanted to join the BAU may not be new to you, but I'm looking for a challenge. I want to make a change." You started. "I understand that those two may be contradictory principles, but I believe I can grow and do a lot of good with the BAU."

"And what if the job gets too much for you?" He asks, a flicker of emotion that I didn't recognise crossing his face.

"I'm prepared for that," you said determinedly. "I may not know what this job will take from me, but I'd like the opportunity to prove that I can grow from it, sir."

Agent Hotchner eyed you for a moment before standing up. "Very well, then." He reached out his hand. "Welcome to the BAU."

You looked at his hand for a second, the shock barely registering, before scrambling to your feet. "Thank you, sir! I won't disappoint you!" You shake his hand grinning.

"And next time, just call me Hotch." He said, this time smiling amusedly at your enthusiasm.

"Got it, and thank you again, sir." You said, excusing yourself from his room with a noticeable skip in your step.

You tried to cool yourself off walking back to your department to share the good news, but the excitement proved too much to hold in when a familiar voice calls out to you.

"Hey babygirl, considering you just came out of Hotch's office with a smile, I'm guessing you're going to be our newest teammate."

You turned around, trying to swallow your giddiness, when you realised that person was none other than SSA Morgan.

"Agent Morgan," you stuck out your hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you, and yes, I am."

"Derek." He corrected, grinning as he shook your hand. "Looking forward to working closely with you."

"Just call him Morgan. Don't need to get too close to this player." SSA Prentiss nudged Derek out of the way, raising her hand to meet yours. "I'm Emily Prentiss."

You giggled at their closeness.

The rest of the introductions quickly followed, including hugs from JJ and Penelope, and a starstruck moment when Rossi left his office to personally welcome you to the team. But there was one person whom you hadn't formally met yet.

Dr. Reid had finally separated his head from his work amidst the commotion (plus a very strong encouragement from one Mr. Derek Morgan to "go get her, pretty boy") and walked up to you, a nervous gait in his step.

He stuck his hand out to your surprise, having heard that the doctor was a tad germaphobic, and shook yours. "Dr. Spencer Reid," he said. "But you can call me Spencer, everyone else does."

"Nice to meet you, Spencer." You tried out the foreign name on your tongue. "Honestly, I'm quite a fan of your academic papers. I'm looking forward to working with you."

You knew the genius was a bit awkward, but he instantly turned beet red at your words and retracted his hand. The thought that this was the first time somebody had complimented him this way made you a little sad. But you thought his reaction was incredibly cute, and apparently so did the rest.

"Pretty boy, pret-ty boy, is that how you should react around a lady?" Derek sing-songed, putting his arm around the poor genius' shoulders, tugging him down.

JJ shot you an apologetic look for her childish teammates, while the rest joined in to poke fun at Spencer. Although he was frowning, his voice betrayed no hints of annoyance. Clearly they were all very close.

You laughed along, feeling a growing warmth in your chest, and wondered if you'd be a part of this family in the future.

But first, you’d have to get used to being the Eighth.

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(Part 2 here!)

[plaidbooks]

Flirt it Out

A/N: I got a request from @ghd76 that was: could you write a one shot about Sonny getting super flustered by a female criminal (just a thief or something not a rapist) and he tries to continue the interrogation but she just keeps messing with him with dirty talk etc. And so I did! Hope you all enjoy <3

Tags: none, just flirting (though, I do mention homeless a lot, so if that’s a trigger, beware), also, the briefest mention of rape and pimps--blink and you miss it

Words: 1618

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You had always been a good person: you kept your head down at work, you’d give money to every homeless person you saw, you often volunteered in a variety of things around the city. But it wasn’t enough. How could it be? With more and more people losing their homes, it just seemed never ending. Which is why you decided to help in a different way.

Big chain stores were popping up everywhere, and it drove you mad. So, you started shoplifting—only at the corporations, never a small, mom and pop shop. And you only stole food and sometimes baby formula, to give to the homeless or women’s shelter. You were just trying to help people. Plus, stealing from huge stores like that wasn’t exactly hard. And you sort of liked the adrenaline rush, anyways.

You were currently distributing food to a pack of homeless people when you found a body. The girl couldn’t have been older than 15 or 16, and she was beaten and bruised. Miraculously, she was still alive. You quickly called 911, giving them a place and description, before heading off. You didn’t want the cops questioning you.

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It had been a few days since you found the girl, and you saw in the news that she had been beaten and raped, most likely by her pimp. They were asking for the witness who called in about her to come into precinct 16; Manhattan SVU. But you didn’t want to be involved, not when you yourself were a criminal. Not that you would admit that willingly. But you’d seen law shows; the defense always had a way of digging up personal info on eyewitnesses, and you didn’t want to take the chance.

Shaking it off, you went to Walmart, bags at the ready. You filled the bags with boxed foods, pretended to go through the self-checkout, and headed towards the doors. This particular store didn’t have the person checking recipes, so you just casually strolled out. No one batted an eyelash at you; you wore nice clothes, held your head up high, and exuded confidence. Soon enough, you were carrying the bags down the street, heading for an alley that you knew was a makeshift “home” for multiple families.

It wasn’t until you rounded the corner that you noticed this was the alley you had found that girl in. Two detectives—a greying man and a blonde woman—were talking to a homeless man when you entered the alleyway.

“Oh, that’s her right there,” the homeless man said, pointing to you. Both detectives looked to you, then started coming towards you slowly.

Your first instinct was to panic and run, but you stopped yourself. If you did that, then they’d think you were guilty of something. So, you held your ground, ignoring the detectives and starting to pass out food. The detectives were stopped by the homeless gathering around you, and you fought a smug smile.

“Excuse me, Miss?” the male detective called.

You glanced at him before turning back to your task. “Can this wait? I’m a little busy right now.”

“No, it can’t,” the blonde said. “Were you the one that found the girl here a few days ago?”

Lie? Or go with the truth? It’s not like you knew anything anyways.

“I found her, yeah. But I know nothing about it; I don’t know who she is, and I didn’t see anyone else,” you answered.

The blonde gave you a look before asking, “We got a few more questions if you can just give us a moment—”

“I already told you all I know. I found a girl, I called 911. I got no other information for you.”

The detectives glanced at each other. “Can you come down to the station with us, please?” the blonde continued.

���I’d rather not, no,” you replied, wondering why this woman was trying so hard to get more.

“Don’t make us force you in.” Even her partner gave her a surprised look at that.

You scoffed. “For what? Giving you all the information I have?” “Uh huh; wanna show me a recipe for all this food you’re givin’ away?” she asked, a small smirk on her face.

There were still a few homeless people between you and them, so you took your chances. You turned and ran. You heard the woman detective curse before there was a scuffle, then two sets of footsteps following you. You turned this way and that, seemingly at random, but you knew these streets. You were trying to lose them in your home turf. What you didn’t know, was that this was their home turf, too.

The man, who had impossibly long legs, caught up to you fairly quickly, his partner a few steps behind.

“Leave me alone! I didn’t do anything! I don’t know anything!” you yelled, trying to push yourself to go faster. But the man overtook you, grabbing your shirt and pulling you to a stop. The three of you were panting as you tried to come up with something to save yourself. There’s a trick you learned early in your thieving career; when in doubt, flirt it out.

“We just have a few questions for ya,” the man said, letting you go. Him and the woman had you pinned against the wall anyways; you had nowhere to go.

“Look, Mr…?”

“Detective Carisi,” he replied before nodding to his partner. “Detective Rollins.”

“Look Detective Carisi, I was literally handing out food to the homeless when I found that girl. I have no other information for you.” You batted your eyes at him, giving him a soft smile, and you felt the pride at your display when you saw his cheeks turn pink. “I can’t help you anymore….”

“We still have questions for you,” Detective Rollins said harshly, stomping all over your attempt at flirting out of this. But you weren’t giving up that easily.

You continued giving Detective Carisi bedroom eyes as you said, “well, I don’t want to go to the precinct. How about you and I discuss this over a coffee? Or maybe something a little harder?”

He visibly swallowed before Rollins sighed heavily, pulled out handcuffs, and turned you against the wall.

“I’m takin’ you in. For shoplifting and for wasting our time,” she said, giving Carisi a glare. He gave her a sheepish look before they led you to their squad car. You sat grumpily in back, but you were glad that their voices were loud enough to hear through the window.

“God, Carisi, are you really that single that you’ll let a criminal sweet-talk you?” Rollins asked.

He gave her a look. “Hey, just ‘cause I don’t go to bars lookin’ to get laid doesn’t mean I’m desperate. Besides, she’s stealing food to give to the homeless; is she really a criminal?”

“It’s enough to take her in for questioning on the rape. And Carisi—you’re so totally desperate.”

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You sat in the interrogation room, no longer cuffed. You were waiting for what felt like forever for the detectives to come in. To your surprise, Detective Carisi came in, alone.

“Hey, sorry to make ya wait so long. If you’re ready, we can get started,” he said, sitting across from you.

You smiled at him. “I’m glad to be out of handcuffs. But you seem like the kind of guy that would rather see me in them.”

That cute blush reappeared on his cheeks, but he rolled with it, giving you a smirk. “Do you always try at flirt your way out of trouble?”

“Oh, I’m hardly in trouble. I’m a good girl.”

A little huff of a chuckle, a shake of the head. “Let’s get started, shall we? Where were ya at 8am on Monday?”

“Am I under arrest?” you asked, slowly rising from your seat.

“No, but you will be if ya don’t cooperate.”

You sat back down, leaning back in your chair. “Ohhh, you like to tease, don’t you, Detective sir?”

He cleared his throat. “Where were ya, 8am—”

“On Monday? Shopping.”

“Shopping? Or—”

“Yes, shopping. I do buy groceries for myself, you know.”

He gave you a long stare, like he was trying to figure you out. “Do you have any proof that you were shopping?”

“I have the charge to my card, and the recipe at home. Would you like to come over sometime, Detective? I could show you the recipe, among other things…” you grinned, and his blush deepened.

There was a knock on the one-way mirror, and Detective Carisi looked slightly annoyed, but also a little ashamed of himself. He stood and left the room, and you had to hide a smile. At least he’s cute, you thought to yourself.

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After Carisi was removed, a new detective came in—Detective Tutuola. He was no nonsense, and you quickly answered his questions, desperate to leave the precinct. True to their word, you were released afterwards, with a stern, “stop shoplifting.” Not like that would affect you.

As you were leaving, you saw Carisi sitting at his desk. He glanced up as you went over to him, and his ears turned pink. You gave him a smirk before taking one of his cards.

“Maybe I’ll give you a call one night, when I’m feeling lonely,” you mused.

The pink turned red as he looked at you. “You can give me a call any time you need me.”

You smiled brighter, and he gave you a nervous smile, his eyes darting around to see if anyone saw the exchange. You blew him a kiss before turning and leaving the precinct. But you swore you could feel his gaze on your ass as you swayed.

[oloreaa]

Daisy Chains

Pairing: Din Djarin/f!Reader

Summary: You fall in love with Din in the summer before he swears his creed.

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: slightly nsfw, non descriptive sex, yes I used those gifs of young Pedro to fuel this, so expect shaggy haired puppy eyed Din who is cocky af

Notes: I wrote this in a span of 5h because my brain could not stop working, also I took some liberties with canon: Mandalorian's come of age when they're 21 in this fic, due to the severity of the creed/ the restrictions that come with it. So Reader is about 19/20 while Din is 20 :) [edit: title and one line are inspired by Lana del Rey's "Summer Bummer"]

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The first time you saw him, he was wearing a scowl, staring after the Mandalorian warrior who had given him a slap on the back of the head.

You could not help your giggle, turning away so you could laugh at the grumpy expression on his face. When you looked back, though, his gaze was on you.

Immediately straightening, you sent him the most innocent smile you could muster.

He raised an eyebrow at you, and made his way over to your stall that was filled with flowers in both pots and buckets, ready to be arranged in various possibilities.

"You see something funny?" he asked, shaking the slightly shaggy hair out of his face. Your eyes widened as you took him in, and you felt your face become hot as you realised that he was handsome as hell.

Dark brown hair that was a tad too long, a sharp face with high cheekbones, a jawline to die for, dark eyes you could lose yourself in. Not to mention his voice, like honey wrapped around every vowel and consonant, pleasant to listen to and you would do anything to keep him talking.

"No, sir," you said, and they were the only words you could manage, "nothing funny at all."

The corner of his mouth quirked up, and you could not help but be charmed by those looks, the instant way he had drawn you in, the sharp glint in his eyes.

"Is that so, flower girl?"

You felt your heart flutter in your chest, and bit your lip playfully, suddenly feeling very bold. "Yes," you breathed, tilting your face up playfully.

He scoffed slightly, and put his hands on his hips, resting his weight on one leg. You could place him as maybe one year older than you, two if you had to squint.

"Girls like you should know when to keep their eyes away," he said. 

You leaned against the counter, smiling brightly, overwhelmed by the urge to get to know him better.

"The way I see it, I was just observing a spectacle."

"Uh huh?"

"What are you doing with the Mandalorians, anyways?" You asked, looking at him. Wearing something that approximated armour, a durasteel plate on his torso and some thigh plates, and a vambrace, he seemed better armed than most of the visitors of the market here.

"I'm one of them," he answered, puffing his chest out, raising his chin.

"You're not wearing a helmet," you observed, and you could not help the coy smile that crept onto your face.

"I'll swear the creed soon," he said, clenching his jaw and revealing a twitch in his cheek that almost made you swoon.

"Oh dear, that's a shame," you said, plucking a daisy from the flower pot you were selling.

"Why?" His face was set into a frown, brows pulled together, and it was honestly unfair that he was so good looking even while doing that.

"Face like yours, under a helmet? A damn shame."

His eyes widened, and he stared at you, and with delight you could see his cheeks darkening some. He opened his mouth several times as if wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

You reached over the counter, and gave him the daisy, which he accepted without taking his eyes off you.

"If you care for dancing, come and find me," you invited, and with a shy smile, you told him your name. 

When he repeated it, dark eyes locked onto yours intensely, you swore you just melted a bit.

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You did not see him for the next week, which was fine. To be honest with yourself, you did not even expect for him to remember you. The way you saw it, it was just a small interaction with a cute guy, some butterflies in your belly and a crush to think back on in the middle of the night. It did not matter that he probably forgot you.

If you gave yourself enough time, you might have completely forgotten him, too.

But apparently, the universe had other ideas.

"Flower girl," someone called from behind, "Do you need help?"

You looked up from the ground, teeth gritted together in effort from the heavy bag of soil you were carrying. When you caught sight of him, your face lit up.

"Not-A-Mandalorian-Yet!" You called out, putting the bag onto the ground as gently as you could, already moving onto giving him a hug. "Hey, how are you?"

He looked at you, startled, and with a hot face you realised you had automatically tried to embrace him like you often did.

"I'm good," he said stiffly, and you gave an embarrassed smile, stomach doing somersaults.

"Oh, Maker, I'm sorry I assumed," you started to say, hands raised to your mouth, "I do that with my friends, I'm so sorry."

He furrowed his brows and gave an equally embarrassed smile back.

"It's fine," he said, "I don't mind."

Yet clearly he did.

You stepped back from him, and bit your bottom lip nervously. "I think I'll get going," you said, fidgeting like an absolute moron and cursing yourself.

He jerked into motion.

"No, I'll- Let me help you with the bag," he said, and if you had not been too occupied with how hot your face felt at the moment, you might have noticed how he was blushing as well.

"That's nice of you," you managed to say, and barely resisted a giggle in both embarrassment and delight when he picked the bag up with no difficulty, putting it smoothly under one arm, before turning towards you and giving you a slightly crooked smile. "Where to?"

You blinked at him, a big smile on your face. "Thank you," you told him, and started into motion. He easily kept up, but did not initiate conversation like you expected.

If he won't talk, I will, you thought, and squared your shoulders in a mini pep boost.

"So, Not-A-Mandalorian-Yet," your mouth chose to say, and you inwardly started to cringe at yourself, "Do you have a name that I can call you by?"

He hesitated, and looked away while you walked, and your heart sank a bit.

"Oh, no- no, it's fine if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to-"

"It's Din," he said, "I haven't sworn the creed yet, so you can know my name."

You beamed at him, and he shyly returned your smile, his dark eyes intense and burning into you.

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The third time you saw Din, he was on a supply run, walking past your stall with a hovering craft filled with crates. Him and three other young armoured humanoids, fellow Mandalorians, if you had to guess, were walking alongside with it. When his gaze met yours, you held up a small bundle of daisy blooms that was in your hand already, and shot him a smile. You were surprised when he smiled back, sending it alongside with a fluttery wink that made your heart skip a beat.

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It became a game. 

Everytime he came to your stand, you instantly perked up, heart beating fast in your chest, a broad smile already greeting him.

Whenever you passed each other, you smiled, fleetingly touched each other, found excuses to look into the other's eyes.

He started to greet you with "sarad", and while you were pretty sure that he was calling you something like annoying or cheeky, the gentle tone he used and the tender way he would smile at you let you know that this attraction was not as one-sided as you tried to tell yourselves sometimes.

And you were pretty sure that Mandalorians do not need to buy flowers as often as Din did.

"What does sarad mean?" you asked him once while you finished up a bouquet for another client.

He was quiet, looking at you for a long time, before: "Sarad means flower."

You stared at him, and he visibly blushed even if the rest of his face did not change.

"I like it," you said, a shy smile on your face, "Please don't stop calling me that, all right?"

He smiled brightly at you, his entire face lighting up, and you were pretty sure that if you had not been smitten before, you would have definitely fallen for him in that second.

"Okay," he said.

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"Do you want to go dancing?" You asked him when you saw him again, this time alone, "It's the weekend soon and my friends often meet somewhere to dance."

He huffed, leaning against the stall, cutting an attractive figure against the bright light of the marketplace. It was a slow day, barely anyone coming to visit in the heat of the midday sun. 

"Do I look like I dance?" Din asked, giving you a wry look. 

You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

"I could teach you," you offered, in a breathier tone than you would have liked. He looked at you, and you could have sworn that his eyes dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second, which made you even bolder, "We could dance alone at first."

He stared at you, jaw slightly ticking.

"I might have to take you up on that," he said, and oh, when did his voice become so deep?

"When do you want to?"

His eyes dropped to your lips again, this time for a longer moment, and when he said "Now," in that sinful voice of his, you knew that he was not talking about dancing at all.

Risking a look around, seeing the marketplace basically abandoned, most of the other vendors having taken a break, you decided that you could have a bit of fun.

"There is a bag of soil in the back, and I might need you to lift it for me," you told him, shooting Din a coy smile that became a full beam when he nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips as well, delightful dimples showing as his eyes crinkled in amusement. 

He followed you without a word, and before you knew it, you were out of sight of everyone else.

"Can I-" you started to say, wanting to ask for his permission first when you turned around and looked at him, but he sneaked a hand behind your head, tilted your face towards him and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips.

You looked at him in surprise, mouth open, flush threatening to burn you alive.

"I'm sorry," he started to say, blushing furiously, "I've not kissed many people before, was it-" 

Before he could say anything else, you had both of your hands cradling his face, tugging him closer to your body.

"That's all right," you said before kissing him again, this time opening your mouth and tasting him properly, feeling him reciprocate clumsily but with enthusiasm. Your lips parted with a quiet smack, and you stared into his face. His eyes were hooded and fixed onto you like he was a hunter and you were prey, a blush high on his cheeks, his lips slightly pinker than before.

"I'll teach you," you whispered, before kissing him again, tugging him even closer.

~ 

After that, his visits became more frequent.

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"My alor'ad does not approve of this," Din said to you after a few more times you crossed each other's paths.

You had shown him the meadow you often went to, reading there most of the time, a small place not many people would find. The both of you were sitting in the tall grass, your fingers working on making a flower crown for Din. He did not know it was for him, yet, and he was holding his face into the sun, eyes closed as he soaked in the warmth of the summer.

You hummed, and linked your fingers into his, giving him a cheeky smile.

"My mother would not approve as well," you told him, using a long piece of grass to tie off the crown, "Always says something about finding a husband first. Would probably marry me off to the first Imperial officer she could find, to keep me out of trouble."

He opened one eye, looking at you with a smirk.

"You? A trophy wife for some cog head?"

"I would make an amazing trophy wife, thank you very much."

The young man turned onto his side, propping his head up with his hand, giving you a cocky grin.

"That you would," he said, gaze trailing along your figure, and you felt desire building in you at the heat in his eyes.

"Here, for you," you said to diffuse the tension crackling between the both of you, and presented him the wildflower crown.

Din stared at you in bewilderment, and you could not help your laugh at the offended look in his eyes.

"I'm not wearing that," he said, with a small scowl. You walked on your knees towards him, a smile threatening to split your face, and crowned him.

"I declare you king of the meadow," you said as dramatically as possible, before dissolving in a fit of giggles. You could see that he was still embarrassed, but he was grinning as well.

"I'm training to become a Mandalorian," he told you, face becoming very serious, raising his eyebrows at you and tilting his chin towards his chest, his dark eyes making you feel all sorts of butterflies, "I am very dangerous and can kill you with no hesitation."

You nodded, a mocking expression on your face, knowing deep inside that he would never harm you without reason. "That's hot."

He snorted in surprise, a loud laugh ringing through the meadow.

"I can take out a stormtrooper within twenty seconds."

You giggled, slapping his chest slightly. "So could a very determined duck. Or a Gungan!"

He attacked you, tickling fingers trailing along your side, making you shriek as you tried to get away from him.

"Take that back," Din demanded, a playful smile on his face.

"Okay, okay!" You laughed, squirming under his touch, "You're a mighty warrior."

He nodded, and raised his eyebrows at you expectantly.

"Din, are you fishing for compliments?" 

He winked at you. "I might be."

You pushed at his shoulder, chuckling to yourself, before you started off.

"You can take on four men at once."

He furrowed his brows and nodded thoughtfully, lips pursed, "I like those odds."

"You can use those badass jetpacks." You pressed a small kiss onto his knuckles, desperately trying not to laugh when his gaze became self-satisfied. 

"Training in the Rising Phoenix, sarad, don't you forget that."

"You can roundhouse kick a blurrg!"

Dissolving into giggles, you pressed your face into his chest, feeling it rumble with laughter as well.

The both of you cackled for several minutes straight, everytime you caught each other's gazes, starting to laugh again.

It took too long until you could breathe normally again.

"Haven't tried that yet," Din said, making you giggle.

"You're a mighty warrior, we all know that, no need to brag."

He smirked at you, the corner of his mouth twitching up. "But you know that it's not bragging if you can actually do it."

"I'm sure you can," you snorted, "But even warriors can wear flower crowns."

Din scoffed, a big grin on his face. "Is that so?"

He tried to take the crown off, but you pushed it deeper onto his head, flattening his shaggy hair against his forehead. He tried again, crunching his nose at you, a playful smile on his face, but you resisted his charm to the best of your abilities.

He quickly grabbed your shoulder and flipped you around, making you shriek with laughter as he pinned you onto the ground.

"Stop that," he said, and you could feel his belly twitch against you as he suppressed his laughter, "I'm very dangerous and I have a reputation to uphold."

"Of course, Din," you said, smiling up at him, his head eclipsing the sun in your view. Tugging at his hair, he pulled the crown down and set it onto your head.

"It suits you better," he said in a rough voice, and before you know it, he was devouring you in a searing kiss that made your toes curl, a hand on your cheek, tilting your face up to him for better access.

When he groaned your name into your mouth, you almost came on the spot.

~

You had told him to come to the meadow tonight, and you were excited beyond compare. As soon as you saw his familiar frame, tall and lanky but with deliciously broad shoulders, you made your way through the high grass, a basket in your hands.

"I brought food," you told him shyly, before spreading a picnic blanket onto the ground, flattening it carefully.

He dropped to his knees, and helped to make it more even, then put the basket right on the side so one corner would be secured by the weight.

You both took your shoes off, and after a bit of light conversation and nibbling at the various fruits you had packed, relaxed into each other.

"You know I can't do this for long, right?" Din asked, slowly tracing the side of your face with a gentle finger, his head propped up by his hand as you lay side by side under the guise of watching the stars.

You turned your head to him, and stared into his face.

"How long do we have?" you asked him, voice quiet and very small.

"Two months," he said, voice rough. 

To avoid having to answer to that, you kissed him desperately, rolling on top of him, bodies flush together as you straddled his lap, feeling proof of his desire against you. Kissing your way down his neck, you were careful not to leave any marks that Din could be punished for, should the Mandalorians see them. His hands were on you, kneading your sides, pulling you close.

He sat up quickly, and took off his shirt, and with pooling desire you absorbed the sight of his toned upper body, some scars curling around his arms and one slash across his abs.

He was beautiful. And you told him that as well, watching him blush, gaze darkening.

When you looked him into the eyes in the dim starlight, he gave you a slightly nervous but determined smile. You quickly resolved to kiss every single one of the scars he might possess, leaving a trail of wet kisses on his chest, then his stomach, and then lower.

He gasped when you wrapped your lips around him, his fingers tightening in your hair.

~

It was sufficient to say that while his visits were frequent before, now they were a nightly occurrence.

~ 

You could not always finish your explorations of each other, sometimes your commlink blinked and your mother demanded to know where you are, but most of the time it was Din's, the covert sending out messages to several of their trainees, having them run errands. But despite all of that, you learned each other's bodies quite well anyways. Using every moment you had together, touching the other one, feeling your skin against each other, the evidence for your desire never failed to make the other one dizzy. 

You learned a lot about Din during those stolen nights, and days, and little breaks whenever you could manage to sneak away. 

He was just as enthusiastic kissing you on the mouth as everywhere else, which you loved. It was almost as if he was trying to absorb as much of your touch as possible, probably stocking up on touch before he will swear the creed in a few weeks. 

As much as you wished that he would choose you over his tribe, you know he would not. It was too important to him.

So you took everything he had to offer you now, and made the best of it.

You made love under the stars so many times you had lost count, hiding a smile every time you felt the dull ache he left behind, and with Din's passion, you had never been so grateful before that you had the implant.

And it was so unfair, as well, for he had the face of an angel but his voice was sinful, making your head spin in the best of ways. Letting him in your life and between your legs was one of the best things that could have happened to you, even though time was working against you.

Din always let his mouth run while you were warming his ears with your thighs, while he was deep inside you, murmuring against your neck, while his fingers were buried in you, or in your hair as you looked up into his dark eyes, winking as you swirled your tongue around him. 

He never seemed to be able to shut up while you were around him, on him, under him, and it was as if he tried to make up for lost time already.

You pretended that you do not cry yourself to sleep because of his creed sometimes.

~

"I'll be of age in the fall," he told you again when you were hiding in the back of the stall on another slow day with almost no customers. You were on his lap, both of you with flushed faces and heaving chests after you spend several minutes simply making out, hearts fluttering fast in your chests. "I can't stay for long."

Even as your heart broke at hearing that, you decided that, once again, it was a problem for future-you.

"Then we'll make the best of it," you said before capturing his lips again, making him groan deep in his throat.

"You're so pretty," he whispered, his big hands resting on your waist, pulling your bodies close together, his dark eyes burning into you, the shaggy fringe falling into his eyes softening his face, "So, so pretty."

"Even when I'm making you flower crowns?" you teased.

"Especially when you're doing that," he whispered, and you pushed his fringe away from his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Din," you murmured his name, looking at him tenderly.

"You've wrapped me up in your daisy chains, sarad."

Heart clenching at the genuine affection in his voice, you kissed him to shut him up, feeling him smile against you, knowing that your days together were coming to an end.

……………

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A Wrightworth Fic 3

(Finally, I was struggling with this chapter since I aim for 4 pages per chapter in Google Docs. TW Panic attack)

Beginning Previous Next A03

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Any day that he spent with his friends or his Dollie was a good day in Phoenix’s book, though, he was pretty sure he’d suck at keeping track of anything in a book about himself. He couldn’t even put together a timeline unless he had something else other than his faulty memory to look back on.

It’d been about a month, he thinks, since the arcade meet up with Miles and Larry and Butzworth, the inflatable metallic purple alien, had since passed in an unfortunate accident otherwise known as falling on him and causing him to pop. Phoenix had hung up a piece of the deceased alien’s face on his wall and was currently glaring at it while he did what felt like expelling his lungs through his mouth. He couldn’t believe he’d lost his Cold Killer X medicine after lunch with Dollie, feeling like it was just him being clumsy and forgetful again. Dollie had promised him that she’d find the cold medicine for him, but that was a couple days ago now and he was sure that Dollie had given up by now.

A knocking on his door drew him out of his cold-induced trance and he got up to see who it could be, hoping it was Dollie with the medicine.

He tripped over a small pile of clothes as he made his way to the door, his face returning the pattern of knocking with one loud thud followed by a quiet “ow”. Pushing himself back up, he opened the door and spotted Miles’s handsome- no, not handsome, well, yes handsome, but that’s not the right thing to be thinking right now, face. He wasn’t sure why Miles was looking at him like he was a stranger though, that was weird.

“Excuse me, I am seeking my acquaintance, he goes by the name of Phoenix Wright?”

“Miles, I’m Phoenix.” He answered, brushing his hair out of his face. His bedhead must’ve really confused Miles or something.

“I am making a note to ensure you never run short of hair gel, you are not recognizable without it.”

“I’m sick, why would I be using hair gel?”

“Why would you not be? You’ve done many other ridiculous things in my presence, Wright, hair gel is no different for you.”

Phoenix could only let out an exasperated groan in response, stepping to the side so Miles could enter. He noticed his friend’s upturned nose at the sight of his dorm room, a frown prominent on his face, which still was not handsome and he’d never think about that ever again.

“I feel as if I am entering a bird’s nest.”

“Gee, why not help me lay a few eggs then? You’ve clearly got your feathers all ruffled by being here, I can tell by your neck frills.”

Miles’s face tinted red and his eyebrows lowered while his eyes narrowed slightly, turning his head away from Phoenix. He wondered if Miles really would inflate like a bird, letting out a laugh at the thought.

“...I’ll have you know it is called a cravat, you uneducated plebeian.”

“If I’m a plebeian, then what’re you?” Phoenix tilted his head and rubbed his chin in thought. “Are you a publican here to tell me the taxes have increased?”

“How on earth- nevermind, you’ve always retained odd information.” Miles pinched the bridge of his nose, his head shaking as he clearly fought a smile.

Phoenix’s nose suddenly began to burn and he inhaled air before quickly burying his nose in the bend of his elbow, several small sneezes being projected into his pink sweater. He coughed afterwards, his diaphragm aching heavily. He hated being sick, he didn’t like all the sneezing, the struggles to breathe, the copious amounts of snot oozing from his heated nose.

“Have you not been taking medication?”

Phoenix shook his head in response, unable to verbally respond with how clogged up his throat felt. He grabbed a plastic cup off the counter and quickly filled it up in the small kitchen sink, drinking the water until some dribbled down his chin.

“I lost it a couple days ago, Dollie was supposed to be helping me find it.”

“Is Dollie her actual name?”

“No, no,” Phoenix coughed again, his face flushed from a fever that was popping up, “her name is Dahlia, Dahlia Hawthorne.” He didn’t notice the look of shock and horror that spread across Miles’s face, distracted by his phone ringing.

He answered the phone with a nasally greeting, his mood visibly dropping when he heard who it was. He slipped the phone back in his pocket then grabbed a medical mask, stomping towards the door.

“I’ll be right back, some guy wants to talk to me.” Phoenix said before slamming the door.

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With that resounding slam, Miles was left alone in Wright’s dwellings, his thoughts spiraling. He was filled with worry and dread at the thought of Wright being in a relationship with a woman that had murdered her own sister and framed someone else, a woman who had faked her own kidnapping years prior with help of another. Dahlia Hawthorne was very much not good news.

He glanced around the room he was in just to ground himself, noting that every single object or item in the room forced him to remember that Wright, his soulmate and childhood friend, was most definitely not safe. He could feel himself struggling to breathe and had to flee the building, his heart racing and his surroundings growing blurrier. His fists clenched and unclenched in an attempt to stimulate his nerves. The ground would not slip away from him, not today and not any day in the future.

The birds were chirping without a worry, but the leaves had turned up to expose their veins as clouds rolled in and all he could think about was the fact that Wright had no umbrella. He adjusted his cravat with a sullen expression, his eyes red with tears that refused to flow.

His soulmate, his Phoenix Wright, was enamored with a terrible, terrible excuse for a human being. Hold on, his soulmate, perhaps there was something that could be done with the chain that bound the two. He looked down at the ever-twinkling golden chain, reaching to touch it with his fingers, but feeling it pass through his grasp with a cold breeze, similar to that he’d heard of ghost encounters. Focusing on the bond, he envisioned Wright in his mind, the atrocious spiked hair and the mismatched blue and brown eyes being the first things to appear. The rest of his face followed suit, completing the imagined picture of his soulmate. He’d never given much thought about the chain before, but found that opening up to it resulted in something unexpected.

Wright’s feelings flooded him, a sense of irritation and contempt washing over him and nearly knocking him off balance. He could just barely find a slight tinge of confusion coming from Wright as well, wondering if maybe what he’d just done was not a one-way flow. Further anger boiled over his friend, forcing Miles to sit down on the dirty steps that led up to Wright’s dorm. His head was spinning and his surroundings were screaming at him, every little noise, every small cloud of smells, they all seemed to be attacking him, his senses being overwhelmed.

Miles’s world was going darker, yet darker, his body slowly shutting down. He forced himself up onto his feet, stumbling down the steps and making his way to a quiet area. His salvation in the moment turned out to be a small public bathroom, locking the door behind him as he collapsed to the floor. His breathing grew more uneven as he was disturbed by the ringing of his phone.

Lifting his phone from inside his coat pocket, he looked at the caller identification, spotting a professional image he’d snapped of the detective that often worked with him. He brushed aside his own reflection of his face falling apart in favor of answering the phone without even a polite greeting.

“Heya, sir! We just took in a suspect from a murder case and he keeps mentioning you! Do ya know anyone by the name of Phoenix Wright?” Gumshoe’s voice was boisterous through the speaker, yet Mile’s heart grew cold with fear.

“That I do.” He finally managed to get out, if not a bit hoarse.

“You sound rough, pal, you okay?” How could such a dense detective always manage to see right through him? He felt as if the entire world was closing around him.

“I am fine, detective, tell me of what happened this instant.”

“Right. Well, this guy was found near the body of another college student named Doug Swallow. We’re waiting on the autopsy report right now, but it’s clear as day your pal’s a murderer, sir. He’s in the detention center right now.”

Miles wasn’t sure if he was capable of responding further without dissolving into an unprofessional babble, simply humming in response and ending the call. Gumshoe had always possessed a loud voice and it was only now that that voice was assisting in his current downfall, the words echoing throughout his mind and ringing in his ears. Wright had been arrested for a murder. He could feel something near devastation through the chain that now burned his wrist. What could he do now?

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Loki Series Rewrite (AKA Loki Series but with Squirrel Girl): Ep 1

Hey guys! Long story short, I wasn’t a fan of the Loki series, so I decided to make my own rewrite (including my favorite Marvel character, Squirrel Girl!) These are basically a collection of scenes that I would’ve either added or rewritten to improve the show. Btw, this is a continuation of my Endgame rewrite where Loki comes back to life after dying in Infinity War, so the Loki in this version is modern-day Loki, not 2012 Loki. Also, the whole Loki x Sylvie self-cest thing made me VEEERRRRY UNCOMFY, so I got rid of it. Their relationship is purely platonic in this. Anyways, enjoy! (This work is in screenplay format.)

INT. TVA - DAY

We pan through the TVA and see agents at work, checking timelines and watching training videos. We see various TVA posters warning about variants and "protecting the sacred timeline."

We then cut to RAVONNA RENSLAYER in her office. She is at her desk, sorting through files. Suddenly, an agent bursts in.

AGENT

Ma'am, we have a situation.

Ravonna follows the agent to a computer, where we see a timeline branching off from the main one.

AGENT

Is this the variant we've been searching for?

Ravonna glances at the computer and nods.

RAVONNA

About damn time...

EXT. CHICAGO BAR, 1986 - NIGHT

We see a woman with long, black hair and a green dress chatting with a man in a bar. The song "Devil Woman" by Cliff Richard is playing in the background.

MAN

Can I interest you in another drink, beautiful?

The woman lets out a flirty laugh and blushes.

WOMAN

Oh, you're too kind.

The man turns to the bartender.

MAN

Hey, can you get my girl here a...

(He turns to the woman.)

What can I get you, honey?

WOMAN

Surprise me.

The man turns back to the bartender.

MAN

You heard her.

The woman has a devilish smirk on her face as she watches them. The man turns back to her as the bartender starts mixing a drink.

MAN

You know, I feel selfish. I've been talking so much about myself, but I still don't know a thing about you.

WOMAN

Well... what do you want to know?

Suddenly, another man approaches them.

MAN #2

Hey, what do you think you're doing with my date?!

MAN

Your date? She's mine, asshole!

MAN #2

I caught her first!

(He turns to the woman.)

I'm sorry, honey, is this guy bothering you?

MAN

Bothering her?! You listen here, shithead-

He grabs the other man and they begin to wrestle with each other.

WOMAN

(Playfully)

Oh no, please don't fight over me...

As the men grow more violent, a bit of green magic shoots out of the woman's hand, causing the first man's wallet to fly into her grasp. She slips by the men, undetected as the bartender tries to break them up. Outside the bar, the woman walks off. With a smirk, she shifts into LOKI, now in his male form. He unveils the tesseract with magic and disappears.

INT. THE BENATAR - NIGHT

Loki reappears in the Guardians' ship, where Thor and the Guardians of the Galaxy are waiting for him. Loki smirks.

LOKI

Another successful venture.

THOR

Did they fight?

LOKI

Like bilgesnipe.

Thor bursts into laughter, and Loki hands Rocket the wallet.

LOKI

I also got the wallet, as requested. Although, I don't think Midgardian currency will have much value on the far side of the galaxy.

ROCKET

Who cares about the money? I just wanted the wallet.

(He dumps out the dollar bills and admires the wallet.)

This is nice leather...

LOKI

Anyone else have any travel requests?

QUILL

Oh, I got a whole bunch.

NEBULA

Quit acting like children. An infinity stone is not a toy to be played with.

LOKI

Oh, please. The tesseract and I go far back. If anyone can control it, I can.

ROCKET

You know, I'm starting to think you've just gotten sick of being around us, and now you're just looking for an excuse to get away.

LOKI

I will neither confirm nor deny that.

THOR

By that, he means "yes."

ROCKET

That's pretty rude of you, grease weasel.

Loki scowls at him.

DRAX

Can you travel to Kylos? I would greatly enjoy having some trego fruit again.

LOKI

Certainly.

The tesseract starts to glow in his hands.

INT. TVA - DAY

The agent and Ravonna are still at the computer.

AGENT

He's using the stone again. He's going to time-jump.

RAVONNA

Block it. Intercept him.

The agent presses a button.

EXT. MONGOLIA - DAY

Loki crash lands in the Gobi Desert and wakes up, looking utterly confused as a group of villagers approach him.

VILLAGER

(in Mongolian)

Who are you? Why have you come to our home?

Loki raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to respond. Suddenly, a portal opens and several TVA agents enter. They lean down to examine the tesseract, and Loki abruptly rushes over to them.

LOKI

Don't touch that!

The agents ready their prune sticks. Suddenly, HUNTER B-15 opens a portal and enters.

HUNTER B-15

It appears to be a standard sequence violation.

(She checks her tem-pad)

Branch is growing at a stable rate and slope. Variant identified.

LOKI

I beg your pardon?

HUNTER B-15

On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline. Hands up.

The agents activate their prune sticks.

HUNTER B-15

You're coming with us.

LOKI

I'm sorry, who's "us"?

Hunter B-15 activates her own prune stick.

HUNTER B-15

Last chance, variant.

Loki chuckles.

LOKI

Look, I don't know who the hell you seem to think you are... But if you don't mind, this is actually your last chance.

(Beat)

Now get out of my way.

Before he can attack, Hunter B-15 strikes him with her stick.

INT. TVA COURTROOM - DAY

Ravonna pounds her gavel.

RAVONNA

Next case, please!

Hunter B-15 forces Loki onto the stand.

RAVONNA

"Laufeyson"... Variant L1130, aka "Loki Laufeyson"...

LOKI

I prefer "Odinson," thank you.

After a pause, Ravonna shrugs.

RAVONNA

Very well...

(She crosses out "Laufeyson" on his case file and writes in "Odinson.")

Loki Odinson, you are charged with sequence violation 7-20-89. How do you plead?

Loki chuckles.

LOKI

Madam, a god doesn't plead. Look, this has been a very enjoyable pantomime, but I'd like to go home now.

RAVONNA

Are you guilty or not guilty, sir?

Loki smirks.

LOKI

Guilty of being the god of mischief, yes. Guilty of finding all of this incredibly tedious, yes. Guilty of a... "crime"... against the "sacred timeline"? Absolutely not, you have the wrong person.

RAVONNA

Oh, really? And who should we have?

LOKI

Well, in my defense, the only reason I ever came in possession of the tesseract is because the Avengers traveled back in time.

Mobius enters the courtroom.

RAVONNA

We're not here to talk about the Avengers. What they did was supposed to happen; you reviving yourself with the tesseract and running around time, causing chaos was not.

Loki laughs.

LOKI

I'm sorry - not supposed to happen according to whom?

RAVONNA

The timekeepers.

INT. TIME THEATER - DAY

Mobius is showing Loki clips of his life and trying to dig deeper into his psyche.

MOBIUS

You know, trying to kill all the frost giants, invading Earth, I don't see anything very mischievous about this...

He plays a clip of the bifrost nearly destroying Jotunheim. A family of frost giants runs in fear as the land is destroyed. A little girl screams as her father is vaporized by the blast. Loki is visibly uncomfortable.

MOBIUS

Look at that. Did you enjoy doing that?

LOKI

Enough of your games. You've made your point.

Ignoring him, Mobius plays the clip of him telling Kurse where to go.

MOBIUS

And then, you tried tricking the dark elves into finding Thor, but instead, you sent them right to Frigga.

Loki tenses when he sees Frigga fighting Malekith.

LOKI

I don't want to watch this.

He winces, trying to keep himself together, as he watches Malekith stab Frigga.

MOBIUS

Well, you're going to watch it. Because that's your life, that's the consequences of your actions, and that is the proper flow of time! Now, why don't you tell me, do you enjoy hurting people?

LOKI

I don't have to play your games-

MOBIUS

Do you enjoy killing?

LOKI

I'll kill you.

MOBIUS

What, like you did your mother?

Enraged, Loki tosses a chair at him. Mobius dodges it, and it flies through the hologram of Frigga's dead body. Loki lunges at Mobius, but he uses the time twister to send him back on the ground. Loki growls in pain.

MOBIUS

Sorry, the time twister just loops you, not the furniture. You weren't born to be king, Loki. You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That's how it is, that's how it was, and that's how it always will be. All so that others can achieve their best versions of themselves.

LOKI

(Voice cracking)

That's not true. You're lying.

MOBIUS

It is true. Your life ended after Thanos snapped your neck, because you fulfilled your purpose of assembling the Avengers to destroy you. Your purpose was never to become a hero. You're a villain, and that will never change as long as the sacred timeline runs its course.

INT. TIME THEATER - DAY

After Loki escapes and returns to the time theater on his own, he finds a folder of papers on the table. He opens it and reads the first file. It reads "LOKI ODINSON - MAIN OBJECTIVES: MURDER, LIE, MANIPULATE. LIFE PURPOSE: CATALYST FOR THE AVENGERS. OBJECTIVE FULFILLED. LIFE TERMINATED. END OF FILE.

Horrified, Loki stares at the file as tears run down his face. After a moment, he starts laughing as Hunter B-15 enters.

HUNTER B-15

Something funny?

After a pause, Loki shakes his head.

LOKI

Glorious purpose...

INT. TIME THEATER - DAY

Loki is talking with Mobius after being apprehended again.

LOKI

I will admit, the TVA is... formidable. Even an infinity stone is useless here.

(Beat)

You're not going to let me return to my own timeline, are you?

(Beat)

MOBIUS

Normally, no, we wouldn't. But... if you help us... maybe the timekeepers might be willing to make an exception. A rogue variant's been killing our minutemen.

LOKI

And you need the god of mischief to help you stop him?

MOBIUS

That's right.

LOKI

Why me?

MOBIUS

The variant we're hunting is... you.

Have some actual Lady Loki yay! 

So yeah, the purpose of this episode was mainly to re-establish the show within the continuity of my version of Endgame. Squirrel Girl comes in next episode!

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Downside Ch. 2

Summary: Clyde tries his hand at ‘robbing’ a bank. << Chapter 1 Watch the animatic here. Check out the Downside au @robinsdownside! TW: Cursing, mental manipulation

Clyde was anxiously sitting in his trashy car in front of the bank. He wasn't too sure of the thing he was about to do. But he needed the money and he couldn’t crash at Remy’s place forever.

Checking his face in the rearview mirror again, he gladly noted that the makeup still hid his scales that seemed to like to appear more often on his face than anywhere else now. He also let his hair grow out quite a bit to hide them a little behind bangs that fell over the left side of his face. By now he nearly looked like an emo. Working with that style, he wore a gray scarf that hid the scales that had appeared on his neck as well.

Looking down on himself he wondered if his yellow shirt and black leather jacket were casual enough.

Yeah, probably. He was thinking too hard about this. Or not hard enough.

Breathing in through his nose and letting the air slowly out through slightly parted lips, he got out of his car. He could see his breath in the air in front of him. It has gotten pretty cold since he left his parents with the most valued things he had, including his pet snake, a few weeks ago.

With a faked confident walk as he squared his shoulders, he got closer to the glass door and stepped into the building.

He was extremely lucky, there were only three other people inside. Two women who worked there as the tellers and one man who was talking to the woman on the left, so Clyde went to the other teller on the right.

“Hello, sir. What can I help you with, today?” the brunette in the white blouse asked with a sweet smile.

Clyde put on as much charm as he could muster as he smiled back. “Hello there, I hope you're having a lovely day. I'm here to make a withdrawal.”

He was good at pretending to be a more likable person than he actually was. He always wanted to be an actor, but never went to any auditions for school plays because of his social status as one of the “cool kids” that smoked and drank alcohol behind the school. The entire thing was an act in his school days, but he was good at adapting to change.

“Very well, your name sir?”

“Oh, no.” He chuckled “I was under the impression that you just wanted to give it to me,” his smile widened a little.

The woman gave him an amused sound, taking it as a joke. Out of the corner of his eye, Clyde could see the other man leaving the bank. It was just him and the two tellers alone, now.

“Good one, sir, but this would be easier with a name,” The woman spoke with a chuckle. The other teller woman went into a back door and slipped away for the moment. Perfect.

“Well if you want to call me something, I think you could just go with Deceit,” He spoke with a calmness he wouldn’t have thought he could muster at this moment. He felt his hands shaking and start to sweat as he held down his nervousness.

The woman’s smile faltered a little. “Excuse me?”

Clyde looked back over her shoulder to make sure the other girl was really gone. Then, he looked back into the sweet face in front of him which got more confused by the second.

The perfect opportunity.

He looked in her deep blue eyes.

“You wanted to give me $50,000, right? That’s why I’m here.”

His left eye shimmered and glowed with a light yellow and he noticed the familiar sensation of an itch on his left forearm.

He still looked at the woman who stared back with a face he couldn’t quite put into place. It was nearly blank but still a little puzzled at his words.

That happened every time but he always felt the nervousness at that moment again and again. A million thoughts rushed into his head, like what if it didn’t work (again) or what if he phrased it wrong? Happens to the best, and this scenario was new to him.

This was the first time he did something really bad. Usually, he used his powers to get out of trouble for smaller things or to get free booze, but stealing $50,000 directly out of a bank, in bright daylight? That was insanity!

He had felt a weird sensation in his gut since he began ‘planning’ this. Honestly, this whole ‘rob a bank’ thing was an idea he and Remy had the night before while they were balls drunk in the basement of Rem’s parents. His parents that had no clue Clyde was even hiding there.

Rem was two years younger than him but was a pretty chill dude he had hung out with in school. He was the only one he could count on that wouldn’t snitch him out to anyone about his powers and where he was, because, well, he had powers too. Powers Remy’s parents weren’t very fond of, so they generally stayed away from the cellar.

The woman blinked as she awoke from a daze. The moment surely wasn’t longer than a second, but to Clyde, it felt like years.

The brunette locked eyes with him again and put her smile from the beginning back on.

“Of course, I remember now. It will only be a second, Mr. Deceit.”

--------

“Fuck! I did it!”

Clyde opened the basement door so fast he nearly broke it out of the old, rusty hinges. A very startled Remy, who looked like he had just been woken up, fought his way out of the blanket that had been lying on him.

He had been sleeping on his disgusting makeshift bed, which was made of just two stacked mattresses on top of the cold concrete ground. The basement looked like it should have been finished years ago but no one ever bothered to finish the job. At night, they took one of the mattresses off and slid it onto the floor next to the other so that Clyde didn’t have to sleep out on the bean bag. They had tried that the first night, but it resulted in a stiff back and a very grumpy Clyde in the morning.

Clyde-- er, Deceit moved a few steps forward, to click on the floor lamp that only had an old light bulb screwed on top and no lamp shade. The lightbulb was a normal, fluorescent bulb which somehow exclusively produced greenish light. Clyde had asked about that the second day he had stayed here but Remy too didn’t exactly know why either, not that he cared.

With the light, the messy room had become a little more visible. It was even dirtier than Clyde's old room had been, especially since he had moved in. They both didn’t really care enough to clean all the filthy clothes of the ground except when they ran out of fresh clothes, in which case Remy had to go upstairs with a decent sized pile that was unsuspicious to his parents since they didn’t have to know about Clyde’s existence in Remy’s room.

If they found out about the other kid with powers in their basement? That would mean massive trouble for both of them.

Remy’s guardians were already not on best terms with their son since he had intruded their dreams by accident on more than one occasion. They didn’t hate him but Remy had sometimes messed up their sleep so much that they were first confused what was happening, then they screamed at him to stop and at last, they started to get him out of the way.

He was ok with that. He was just in his basement room, enjoying his life without the worry that his parents would storm in.

But if they knew that he invited someone else to live at their house without their knowledge, they would be very mad. They would probably scream at him again and would call Clyde’s parents, even though he was actually old enough to live on his own, as a 19-year-old. Clyde just didn’t have the money to live on his own. He had been fired a few months ago from his job at the pet shop.

He had to leave his home weeks ago in order to hide his powers from his family as the scales became more and more obvious, so he came to the only one he knew that would at least understand.

It wasn’t much fun sleeping next to someone who had the ability to go into your dreams whenever both of them slept at the same time. Rem didn’t do it on purpose of course, the closer you sleep next to him the more likely it is that he just stumbles into your dream by accident. That's why he had to sleep in the basement, while his parents slept on the third floor. They simply wanted him as far away at night as possible.

What the two did all day now was lying around in the dirty cellar on the green bean bag and the mattresses and talked about everything and nothing. Somedays they played games on the old arcade machine Remy had or they had matches on his kicker, all while smoking pot or drinking beer Clyde brought back every time he went out.

But not this time. This time he brought something better. Money. And lots of it.

Remy tried focusing on the guy with the weird scales in front of him as he blinked the sleep from his eyes, “Wha-?”

Deceit ripped away the blanket and threw a full plastic bag him. It hit him in the chest, where you could read ‘Never SLEEP again’ on a gray shirt, and caused him to lay down again with the bag sitting on top of him.

“I said I did it! I actually did it, I stole the money!” Deceit stood proudly next to the ‘bed’, hands on his hips, with the broadest smile Remy had ever seen on the guy. It kinda creeped him out, to be honest.

Then the bank robber turned around into the direction of the old foosball table and lifted his arm triumphantly into the air and tilted his head back so he looked at the ceiling.

“Oh my god! I feel great! This was way better than drugs!” he screamed in euphoria.

Remy leaned up on his elbow and let the bag fall next to him on the bed.

“Flippin’ shut up, man! You're gonna wake the whole street shoutin’ like that.”

Deceit turned his head back to his friend, puzzled.

“It's 5 in the afternoon?”

“Oh really? I'm up early,” the sleepy head grinned.

Deceit made a face at him that could only have meant ‘you fu**king serious?’

Rem's eyes fell on the plastic bag next to him. With one hand he lifted a handle and looked inside. His eyes widened, only now had he realized what Deceit had actually done. He shot up straight on the mattress and put the bag on the ground so he could take a bundle of hundred dollar notes out. He ran a finger across the stop slowly as the reality of the situation began to sink in.

“Jesus Christ, you actually did it?!” he looked up shocked at the criminal who now faced him again. With the head movement, the green shade sunglasses that had apparently been lying on his purple dyed and messy hair the whole time he slept, fell onto his nose.

“Hell yeah, I did! And it was so easy too! Like stealing a lolly from a baby.”

The seventeen-year-old sitting on the mattresses gathered himself enough to get a little of his sass back.

“Cliché.” He looked back down to the pile of money. “Jeez, how much even is this?”

“50,000 bugs,” Dee’s eyes sparkled saying that.

“Holy shit. Holy shit, I can't believe it! I thought we were just joking around yesterday! We were drunk for fucks sake!”

Remy would have never thought that Clyde would actually do something this incredibly stupid. They just talked like idiots about how they could have anything they wanted if they used their powers more, not that he ever actually considered doing so.

“Come on, just imagine what we can do with that much money!” Deceit stepped closer to him, gesturing with his hands.

“With the stolen money.”

“No one knows that!”

“Babe, don't you think 50k will be missed? Where did you even get that from? The bank like we said?” he took his shades with his forefinger and thumb on the rim of the glasses and slid them down a bit so he could look into Deceit's eyes.

“Yeah and no, no one knows I took the money. I made sure the woman was the only one there and I just made her give it to me.”

“50k in cash. Someone will miss that! They’re going to notice that much missing! Did you think of the cameras?” Rem’s eyebrows furrowed as he put his shades back on properly.

“I do not like to repeat myself. She just handed it to me! It looks completely innocent on camera. And as far as she knows, that money belongs to me.”

Deceit got frustrated with his friend. Just the night before he also loved the idea and now he was lecturing him?!

“You can't keep the money here, babe. I'm not ok with that much stolen cash under my roof!”

“It will be gone soon anyway.” He tried again to reason. This was a good thing, why couldn’t he see it?

“You need to leave,” The voice sounded monotone.

Deceit’s shoulders fell. “What?”

“Clyde, sweetie, don’t get me wrong. I'm totally up for all kinds of stupid shit but that's a bit too far man and I really don't want to get in trouble because of you.”

“So, you're throwing me out?”

“You have enough money to rent a hotel room,” he said gesturing to the bag at his feet.

Deceit looked with disbelief into the green-tinted sunglasses that hid Remy’s emotions pretty well.

How could he just throw him out? He thought the other would be happy about the money. He would have even shared it with him for letting him stay here, but now…

He growled “Fine. I'll leave. I don't need you anymore anyway. I can do whatever I want without you. Just don't come crawling back to me when I'm ruling the city.”

“Sure thing rip-off Disney villain.”

“You've seen the last of me.”

With that Deceit took his luggage, bound the bag of money to it and lifted a small terrarium with Terrence in it under his arm and left the basement.

Remy let out a shaky breath into the stifling air of his room.

For a second there, he had been afraid that Clyde- no, Deceit would use his powers on him.

---- Chapter 3>>

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@ratfriends​ this is mostly just jaskier being an idiot who’s protective of someone who could crush a man’s head like a grape pls enjoy

Before Geralt, Jaskier’s experience traveling was fairly mundane. He would show up at a tavern, get a room, and hope to the gods he would make enough coin performing there to pay for it. Food was often a second priority to getting a bed and a roof over his head, because he truly never considered another alternative, and he often fell asleep hungry on lumpy straw mattresses in seedy taverns.

Geralt, however, seemed to loathe taverns, and Jaskier wasn’t entirely sure why. He enjoyed hot baths, food that wasn’t travel provisions or whatever game he managed to hunt, a nice bed; he would deny it, but Jaskier knew him well enough by now to see he clearly preferred it. Still, he tensed the moment they entered--the moment they crossed into any kind of settlement, really.

The reason only became clear after several months together, the first time they entered a tavern and the whole room quieted, a wave of silence rippling out from them like a stone tossed into a lake, as the patrons leaned over to whisper to their neighbors.

“That’s a bloody witcher, that is,” one murmured, and his companion gasped. “The Butcher of Blaviken, I’ll bet.”

Geralt paid them no mind, lumbering over to the least visible table, and Jaskier hurried to keep up with him, chattering with insistent cheer. “What a fine place,” he said. “Really, isn’t it? A wonderful...atmosphere, yes, and smell that, Geralt, is that lamb? You love lamb. A leg of lamb, here for my friend,” he called to the wide-eyed servant stopped in her tracks carrying ale to a nearby table. Geralt cut him an amused look, as if he knew what Jaskier was doing. “Please, if you would. And a big plate of potatoes too--and you might want to get another leg cooking, he’s a heavy eater, my friend. What else have you got? Stew? I’ll take stew.”

He took the seat opposite Geralt, his own back to the room, trusting him to keep a look out if anyone unwisely decided to try and start something with a witcher. “I think I’ll eat before I sing,” he said thoughtfully, determined not to acknowledge the still-silent tavern. “You’ve coin to pay for this round, yes? From the vampires you killed? Did I tell you, I finished the ballad I was writing for that one?” He put his lute on the table and opened the case, strumming before he was even entirely situated. In his experience, the best way to settle down a suspicious town was to play until he was the last conscious person in the room. “In the Old Manor’s shadow, ’neath the ghoulish green light--”

“Hey, bard,” one of the patrons yelled, and Jaskier turned around, mildly irritated--Geralt was going to like the one about the vampiress, he was sure, he liked the maudlin ones that lent sympathy to the monsters.

“Yes, good sir?” he asked, cheerful as he could.

“Play the Butcher of Blaviken,” he called, and his table erupted in laughter. “Come on, you must know it. Cold was the the night, and harsh was the wind, when came that horrid blight, to the town of Blaviken--”

“I don’t,” Jaskier snapped. “I’ve never liked those silly maudlin children’s songs that could not more obviously be false.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt warned.

“I do know Toss a Coin to Your Witcher, if you’d like to--”

“False, huh, bard?” the man said, getting to his feet and prowling towards them, several of his friends in tow. “And how would you know?”

Jaskier clenched his jaw. “As it happens, I’ve met Geralt of Rivia, my good sir, and I happen to know he would never butcher an entire village.”

“That so,” the man said. “This him, I take it? Yeah,” he said, eyes trained on Geralt without waiting for an answer. “Eyes like a wild animal, and what’s the song say? Hair white as the bones he cracks.” The man spit, and Jaskier leapt to his feet, alarmingly close to the horrible man, close enough to smell his breath, reeking of ale.

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled, standing, but Jaskier ignored him.

“Excuse me,” he snapped, “but I’m simply trying to have a quiet drink with my friend here. As it happens, he just slew an entire nest of vampires which plagued a village for some years, and I imagine he’s quite tired. So if you could return to your table and continue attempting to eat that steak with all three of your teeth, I think we would appreciate it a great deal.”

“You think you’re tough, bard?” he sneered, and shoved Jaskier back against the table.

“That’s enough,” Geralt said, his voice tight with barely-controlled fury, and his hand landed on Jaskier’s shoulder as he came to his side, angled in front of him.

“We’re not scared of you, witcher,” said the man. “You raise your sword against us and it’ll be the last thing you do.”

“I think you should leave now,” one of his friends, who didn’t seem to agree. “And don’t come back.”

There was a beat of silence, a muscle in Geralt’s jaw jumping, but he nodded. “So we will,” he ground out, and Jaskier sighed.

He returned his lute to its case, Geralt hovering at his shoulder, and they made their way toward the door.

“Ha!” One of the man’s friends laughed. “Say what you want about them, never heard of a coward witcher before.”

“They’re all cowards,” the man sneered, following after them. “Takes a coward to mutate himself to get a leg up in a fight and slaughter an entire village.”

Jaskier stopped and whirled around, and the man almost crashed into him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snapped. “He’s leaving to protect you, you irrelevant idiot, though you hardly deserve it--”

It wasn’t the first time Jaskier had been punched, but it had perhaps never taken him so off-guard, and he stumbled back, clutching at his nose and gaping at the man. “What is wrong with you?” he spat, and because this wasn’t his first time being punched, he immediately punched back.

Geralt was in front of him before he could blink, fisting the man’s shirt in his hand, and lifted him onto his toes. “You’ll walk away,” he seethed, and shoved him back, and gods, if that wasn’t a little hot.

“Yeah,” Jaskier said, still shaking his hand out. Fuck, punching someone fucking hurt. How did Geralt do this all the time? 

“Go crawl back into the mountains, witcher, and stay there until you rot,” said the man, stumbling back and clutching at the bruise forming on his cheek. “Nobody wants your kind.”

He wasn’t sure, exactly, what possessed him to try and shove past Geralt towards the man, something hot and furious surging in his chest, but Geralt caught him by the waist, hauling him out. “I hope you get eaten by--by--by a bloody graveir, you ungrateful, stupid bastard, I hope you die remembering this--”

“Jaskier!” Geralt snapped, slamming the tavern door closed behind him. “Shut. Up.”

“Why do you let them talk to you like that?” he demanded, pushing away from him. He stalked towards the stables, his anger bubbling in his blood. 

“Because it doesn’t matter what they say,” Geralt said. “It matters what I do.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jaskier muttered, and took a deep breath, reminding himself that Geralt was the last person he was angry with right now. “I know. I know. It just makes me so angry.” He entered the stable and went to Roach immediately, eager to be out of this horrible village.

“Why?”

Jaskier frowned, stroking Roach’s nose. “What?”

“Why does it make you so angry?” Geralt asked, and Jaskier turned to see him leaning against a post, head tilted as if he was genuinely curious. “They’re not talking about you.”

“Because you’re my friend, you big idiot,” Jaskier said, absolutely baffled. “I know, I know, you’re not my friend, but you are. I might not be yours, but you’re mine, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Geralt looked at him for a long moment, brow furrowed, and Jaskier--waited. He did a lot of waiting for Geralt, he was beginning to realize, but he didn’t mind so much. It didn’t feel like waiting, just--falling into step, maybe.

He said nothing, though, only hummed, and said idly, “don’t touch Roach.” Jaskier rolled his eyes, moving away so Geralt could retrieve her from the stall. He stopped after a moment, though, hands pausing in the practiced ritual of bridling her, and he didn’t look at Jaskier when he said, “that was stupid.”

“What was?” Jaskier’s brows raised.

“I could’ve let them beat the shit out of you,” Geralt said. Jaskier rolled his eyes.

“Firstly, they wouldn’t be the first,” he said, and Geralt snorted. “Secondly, I would’ve talked myself out of it, as I always do--I do! Don’t laugh. Thirdly, you wouldn’t have.”

“I could have,” he said, and it was Jaskier’s turn to laugh.

“I know you, Geralt,” he said, and Geralt finally did look at him, something odd in his eyes. “I trust you. You wouldn’t have.”

Geralt held his gaze for a beat and looked away. “Hmm,” he said, eloquently. “Maybe not.”

Despite the cold drizzle of rain as they left the village behind and the ache in his nose and his hand, Jaskier couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

[mlm-ficcollection]

Gay... || Spock X Male! Reader

"Ready to beam captain"

"Beam us down scotty"

"Beaming in three, two, one-"

The team was transported to the surface.

The enterprise had received some form of distress signal earlier, and Kirk being Kirk, decided they needed to act on it.

Not that you complained on how much he cared, you just thought he needed to be more careful about what he's getting himself into.

It's not like your opinion mattered anyways. He's the bloody captain. And, you got beamed down anyways didn't you?

As they arrived at the planet, a foul stench filled their noses.

(Y/n) opened his eyes, glancing around the planet curiously. There were high rocks everywhere, which is normal, but they were light green, and seemed to be made out of many layers of some sort of web.

He tilted his head and started walking towards it, while the team scattered behind him.

"Captain, there seems to be some form of animal at this planet, do you wish to continue the investigation?"

He asked as he picked up a pen from his pocket.

"We need to find out where the distress signal came from."

Kirk answered from behind him. "If it gets too dangerous, we'll beam up, but currently, there is nothing happening."

He stated.

"let's split up and investigate"

"Sir don't you think it's a little dangerous to split up when we know nothing about this planet?"

(Y/n) questioned and turned around, a confused look on his face.

"Affirmative, Captain we should not split up in these surroundings."

Spock appeared, standing next to (y/n), his hands folded behind his back and his face numb of any emotion. Typical Spock.

"Investigation is quicker and more effective if we split up, so yes, we're splitting up."

Kirk answered as he walked away, in one direction.

"Idiot."

(y/n) sighed in frustration and picked up his pen again and turned his attention back to the big rock.

"Correct."

Spock answered as he watched the captain leave. This was one of the few moments where Kirk didn't listen to Spock's warnings. That's when you know shit is gonna go down. Spock is like, always right.

(Y/n) looked at the rock, curiously as he picked up the pen and leaned it to his lips.

"I wonder.."

He mumbled and poked the pen against the rock.

"It's not sticky..."

"Be careful, I think I might have an idea of what these rocks are." Spock said as he watched (y/n) intensely. He was more watching (y/n) than watching what he was doing.

He found him fascinating, everything about him, even his body language.

"Don't worry commander, when am I not careful?"

(Y/n) answered and pulled the pen away, before bringing it down hard on the rock. He just wanted to see if it would echo.

Well, it didn't.

Instead a crack appeared and started spreading across the rock.

Spock looked at the crack and raised an eyebrow.

"you were saying?"

He looked at (y/n) again, slightly amused with the timing.

(Y/n) blushed embarrassed.

"Well, now we know it's not solid..?"

He tried to make the situation better by smiling unconvincingly.

"These are eggs, and they look alarmingly similar to spider eggs, but much bigger, in fact, I'm assuming what's gonna pop out of those eggs are mega sized spiders, so may I suggest we run?"

Spock proposed with his arms still neatly folded behind his back.

At that moment, the 'rock' cracked, and out popped three big ass spiders.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in shock, and a bit of fear. Actually, mostly fear.

"Oh what the- yeah let's run!"

(Y/n) confirmed and sprinted the other way.

Spock followed (y/n)'s lead and ran.

While they ran, Spock decided to enlighten Kirk about what the rocks actually were with his communicator.

"Captain, the rocks are not rocks, they are eggs. Spider eggs to be more exact" 

He said as he glanced behind at the spiders, who were catching onto them.

"Be careful not to crack them"

"Copy that Spock, Kirk out."

Was the response he got from the communicator.

Spock nodded and picked up his blaster, shooting at the spiders while they kept running. After a while they stopped, desperately catching their breath.

"Lieutenant (y/n), you can stop running now, I disposed of them"

Spock said as he leaned against an actual rock.

"You killed them?"

(Y/n) asked as he basically laid on top of the rock, breathing heavily. He didn't have the best stamina.

"Yes, there were only two of them after all"

He shrugged and took out a device to measure the radioactivity on the planet.

"What are you talking about Spock... there were three spiders."

(y/n) sat up quickly, a look of panic in his face.

Spock looked at him with wide eyes, before (y/n) got tackled to the ground by a spider.

(Y/n) screamed in fear and tried to kick it off.

"Get it off me, get it off me!"

He closed his eyes to try and imagine he was somewhere safe.

Spock obviously shot it and quickly pushed it off from (y/n).

"(y/n) are you okay?!"

He asked as he sat on his knees above him to check his pulse.

"Yeah.. but I don't think I'll ever be able to look at a spider the same."

He breathed out and opened his eyes, leaning on his elbows to get more comfortable.

"... you scared me straight. I am relieved that you are okay."

Spock sighed out, visibly relaxing as (y/n) was obviously still alive. He was relived that the possibly only other logical person on the ship was still alive, otherwise he didn't know what he would do.

"That's a shame, I was hoping I'd finally have a valentine"

(y/n) snickered at his own joke. He blushed softly as he realized Spock probably didn't take that as a joke. He looked at Spock, to see him still hovering over (y/n), but with a surprised look and green tinted cheeks and ears. Was he.. blushing? Well yes, that would be the only logical way for him to blush since his blood is green, jeez, start thinking (y/n).

"G-gay"

Spock suddenly said, without warning. He was stuttering now as well? What's going on with Spock?! This was illogical.

"What?"

(Y/n) questioned, tilting his head.

"I-i mean I am.. gay.."

Spock cleared his throat as he glanced to the ground.

"I found out one day when I was at the market at Vulcan and a Male came and stole my-" "oh my god I'm-" "nO not that he stole my WALLET jeez I'm-"

Not far away, was Captain Kirk, listening to their conversation and struggling to not burst out laughing at the two awkward young men.

He was also joined by the rest of the landing team, as they were looking for Spock and (y/n), so they could get beamed back up. This, however, was far more entertaining.

After a while the young men stood up and cleared their throats.

"Let's agree to never speak of this again"

Spock said, holding out his hand for (y/n) to shake.

"I agree commander"

He nodded and shook his hand.

"Oh get a room!"

Sulu exclaimed suddenly from their hiding place, and the whole crew burst out laughing.

(Y/n) wasn't surprised that they did it, but was still a little caught off guard, pulling his hand away from spocks and turning to the others.

"How long were you listening?!"

"Oh I was there from the beginning"

Kirk said and waved slightly, with an amused smirk on his face.

Spock didn't seem to know what to answer, as his eyes slowly slid from the crew to the ground. This started the awkward silence.

After a while, Spock took the word.

"I suggest we ask Scotty to beam us up"

(Y/n) nodded quickly.

"I agree"

—

It had now been 3 weeks since the incident on the spider planet, and (y/n) and Spock had barely spoken. All they did was have prolonged amounts of eye contact.

There was definitely a tension between them, though none of them dared to do anything about it in fear that the feelings were one sided.

(Y/n) looked at himself in the mirror, letting out a determined sigh.

"Today is the day. You have got to tell him today"

he said to himself and nodded, his body filling up with determination. He was gonna do it. Today. He walked out of his room to look for the man he had fallen in love with.

He looked around a bit before spotting Scotty, and decided to ask him.

"Scotty you don't happen to have seen Spock recently?"

Scotty was caught off guard, "Well yes, he's at the bridge, why do you-" "thanks" (y/n) shot past him to get to the bridge as quick as possible. He was having a rush of confidence.

Scotty watched him leave with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Finally aye.."

(Y/n) arrived at the bridge and looked around, trying to spot the pointy eared, green blooded Vulcan that had stolen his heart.

There, conversing with a crewman.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and started making his way towards him.

"Hey (y/n)! How's it goin today?"

He was caught off by none other than Bones, grinning widely.

"Fine"

(y/n) mumbled, his eyes still stuck on Spock.

"Would you excuse me? I've got some important matters to attend to to"

"What do you mean?"

Bones turned around to look at whatever (y/n) was keeping his eyes on. He smirked,

"oh I get it. Go get him tiger"

He slapped (y/n)'s ass before walking away.

(Y/n) yelped and flared at him, before returning his eyes to Spock, who was watching him. He quickly averted his eyes once he found (y/n) staring back at him.

(Y/n) nodded, walking towards him with quick footsteps.

"oi, Spock!"

He called to get his Attention.

Spock raised his head and looked at (y/n) with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning why he had called his name.

(Y/n) walked up to him quickly, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down, connecting his lips to his.

The kiss was passionate, and even though Spock had no idea what the heck was going on, he soon got the memo and moved his lips against his.

It probably would have escalated if it weren't for (y/n)'s lack of oxygen and the fact that they were on the bridge.

(Y/n) pulled away.

"I'm going to make this easy for you to understand; I have a strong attraction to you that I wish to show you, and I would like for you to meet me in my room in 10 minutes, for some commitment."

He nodded formally to Spock, before turning on his heels and walking out of the bridge to his room, to get things ready for commander Spocks definite arrival.

Spock watched him leave, his cheeks dusted slightly green once again.

Of course he was going to accept his offer and meet him there. He knew very well that he was attracted to (y/n) as well. So the feeling was both sides then. That's a relief.

"Commander Spock, that was what we humans call a kiss, a way to show a person you love them"

The crewman from earlier explained.

"I know what a kiss Is."

Spock mumbled in response and started walking to the exit of the bridge.

"Where ya going Spock, you're not supposed to be there yet!" Kirk said from his seat.

"Better early than late captain!" He responded and left the bridge.

[slashnatic]

MANNERS [Thomas Hewitt; NSFW]

uhh okay, so i actually wanted to write a daddy kinda thing for thomas, but i couldn‘t really come up with a scenario, which kinda sucks because so far i haven‘t actually read any daddy kink imagines for him. if anyone has a scenario which i could write hmu ‘cause i‘d really like to :) i also wanted this one to be a little kinkier, but somehow that didn’t work out. with that being said, i hope this is alright, since i’ve never written a complete nsfw imagine before and i’m a bit insecure lol. anyways, enjoy

Ever since he had met you, you had called him that. Luda Mae and Hoyt always said you were raised well. A well behaved, good girl. A girl with good manners. You had your first encounter when your car had broken down and you needed help fixing it. He had been alone in the slaughterhouse, no co-workers or the manager, since it was shortly before they had decided to close the business. Everyone was busy with something else, somewhere else. You had walked in, completely unbothered by the strangely dark atmosphere, and had asked for help. Your first words had been ‘Excuse me, Sir‘. And since you were raised so well and had such good manners you stuck with calling him that. He hadn‘t paid too much attention to it at first. He liked the respect you showed him as it was something he wasn‘t used to but he figured it was nothing special. You got to know the rest of the family not long after. Only with time he had noticed that the name was reserved for him only. With a smile on your lips you called Monty ‘Mister Monty‘ when you were in a good mood, otherwise you called him ‘Monty‘ only. Hoyt would be called ‘Sheriff‘ or by his actual name as well. But whenever you‘d talk to Thomas you would call him ‘Sir‘. Of course, you called him ‘Thomas‘ or ‘Tommy‘ too, but you almost always added a ‘Sir’. He had grown to like it more and more over the time until one night he had laid awake in his bed, his mind occupied by all the sinful thoughts that he had tried to push away, but couldn‘t push away any longer. Something about the way you said it, how it sounded coming out of your mouth, the look in your eyes when you said it, the smile on your lips, which didn‘t seem too pure the longer he thought about it, it drove him crazy. He didn’t understand why it did those things to him but he accepted it. After the ice was broken it became a regular thing for him to fall asleep thinking about you in a way which he believed wasn‘t right. But he just couldn’t stop himself. You grew closer and closer with every day passing. You showed him respect, kindness and even affection. He respected you too, of course he did, and he liked you a lot. It wasn‘t just the way you treated him, he loved that for sure, but he liked the person you were. Just you. All that made it even worse. That he liked you and you seemed to like him and it was such a pure relationship you had built up. Why couldn’t he just take what he got? But he wanted more. He didn‘t tell or show you, in fact he tried to hide it as best as he could but that didn‘t change a thing. And now here you were, sitting on the freshly cleaned work bench, swinging your legs and watching him sew a new mask. You had kept the latest victim’s clothes and brought Thomas the fabrics, in case he wanted a mask made of anything other than leather. You were so proud of your idea that he just couldn‘t resist.

You had sat there for quite some time, talking about this and that or simply enjoying his company in silence, when he was finally done. He put the finished mask down, leaning back in his chair. “Don‘t you want to try it on, Sir?“ The grin on your lips was teasing, not because you knew what it did to him, but because you knew you were way past formalities. There was no need to call him that, but you stuck with it. You liked calling him that. It was your thing. There was always, intentionally or not, something slightly suggestive to it, but you chose to ignore it. Unless you were alone and behind closed doors of course. His eyes were locked on yours while he shook his head. “Why not? You need to know if it actually fits, don‘t you?“ As a response he only pointed to his face, which was hidden by his mask, and then to you. You sighed sadly. “I don‘t mind. I‘d actually really like to see you, get to know you completely.“ When he shook his head again you stood up, walking over to him. He watched you suspiciously, as you stood before him, inspecting what was visible of his face. “Please, Thomas. I don’t mind, I really don‘t. We‘ve had dinner with the family together before. Of course, I haven‘t seen all of your face, but enough to know that it‘s not as bad as you make it out to be. Don‘t get me wrong, I know there‘s a reason you wear that mask, but-“ You stopped rambling when he turned his back to you. What the hell? You understood when he slowly but skillfully took off his mask. You couldn‘t make out much of his face with his back to you, but your eyes were focused on what was visible to you. He carefully placed the new mask over his face, holding the straps over the back of his head, obviously not knowing how to best tie them together. You stood behind him, taking them out of his hands, enjoying the short-lived feeling of his skin on yours, before you tied a loose knot. He turned around to let you see his work. A smile formed on your lips, followed by a nod to show him that he did a good job. “It looks nice...I‘m sure what‘s underneath looks nice too.“ He averted his eyes to look at the floor. That‘s it, enough of that bullshit. You stepped forward and easily ripped the mask of his face. His head shot up, trying to grab what had given him safety only seconds ago, his eyes wide and laced with pure panic. You held the piece behind your back with one hand, using the other to caress his scarred cheek. What you had done wasn‘t right and he probably hated you for it in that very moment, but you wanted to show him that he could be loved even with the face he had. Since he wouldn‘t show you his face voluntarily, you had to come up with another solution. You felt like you had manipulated him and were scared that you had broken the trust you had built up, but now it was too late anyway. So there you stood, caressing his cheek and slowly leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. Then to his left cheek. Then to his right cheek. Now your lips were only mere inches from his, both your and his breath uneven, almost hectic. He didn‘t move, he hadn‘t since he had felt your hand on his cheek. You closed your eyes and softly pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was desperate. You wanted to desperately show him love and he desperately craved it. And both of you had been waiting for this moment long, way too long. Thomas’ lack of experience was evident, but you didn‘t care. He put so much passion into it, something you hadn‘t felt before, not like this. When you brushed your leg against his, his hand immediately went to your thigh, squeezing it. You moaned softly into the kiss and his other hand went to your other thigh, repeating the process and then slowly lifting you up, so he could push you onto his lap. He was insecure, not sure if it was okay to do what he did and if he did it right, you could feel that. You wanted to assure him that he was doing well but you weren‘t in the mood for talking now. So you only slowly grinded against him. You hummed every time you felt him against you, feeling his excitement growing with every move you made. He grunted when you tugged at his hair and you stopped the kiss, satisfied that you finally had him showing you a reaction. “You like that...Sir?”, you asked with an amused grin on your lips. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips and he gripped your thighs harder, most likely leaving marks. You held eye contact as you pressed your crotch against his while opening the buttons of your blouse. His breath was hectic once again when you let it fall to the ground, hands immediately going to your back, unhooking your bra. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he didn’t have any experience, so you didn’t want to embarrass him with the task of unhooking your bra. Nevertheless you craved his touch. “Take it off. Please...” His hands slowly went to your shoulders, pushing the straps down to your elbows, before taking the bra in his hands and pulling it off completely. His eyes were everywhere but on your body, so you grabbed his chin, turning his head so he had no choice but to look at your newly exposed skin. He glanced at you, silently asking for permission for whatever he would do next and you nodded with a smile on your lips. Once he was sure you really wanted this, almost not believing he was that lucky, his hands went to cup your breasts, both at the same time. His hands covered them completely, as they were huge in comparison to your small body. He squeezed the flesh as gentle as possible, but his touch was rough nevertheless. You felt him shaking just a little. He was scared. That didn’t seem to stop him though. You moaned, almost whimpered, and that was his breaking point. With his hands on your waist he got up, holding you in the process and then placing you down on the work bench. His lips found yours, kissing you hungrily, groping and squeezing any part of your body he could grab. You couldn’t hold back the moans any longer. The more assurance you showed him the more animalistic he got. He lost himself completely. You fumbled with his tie but couldn’t get it off, being too distracted by his touch, so he took a step back, to take both his tie and shirt off. Your eyes were fixed on his body, which was just like you imagined. Even better, actually. But before you could get lost in your thoughts his lips were on yours again. His body hovered over yours, pinning you down, leaving no room to escape, but enough for you to open your pants. He stopped in his movements, the sound of the zipper filling his ears. This was really happening. He straightened his back so he could see better what you were doing. “Take ‘em off?” He obeyed your wish, tugging on the fabric until he could easily pull it off. His hands went to your thighs right after, massaging the flesh, observing your soft skin under his calloused hands. You watched him watching you as you thought back to his reaction earlier. You had never noticed it before but he seemed to like his nickname quite a lot. Maybe you were wrong, but there wasn’t really a risk to figuring that out. After all you called him that often, so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself either way. “Sir...” His eyes immediately shot up and he growled. “Touch me...please.”

In that moment he forgot all of his insecurities, ripping off the only piece of clothing still covering your body and unbuckling his belt right after. He pushed down his clothing, stepped out of it and positioned himself between your legs, spreading them so he had a good look on it. A wave of doubt flashed over him, making him look up to you, waiting for you to confirm or deny that you still wanted this. “Yes, please, Sir.” With that he pushed into you, dragging you closer in the process. You moaned loudly, both in pain and pleasure. You held onto his arm, signaling that you needed a moment to adjust and he waited patiently, grabbing and squeezing your breasts for as long as you needed to adjust. When you nodded at him he started moving. At first he was slow, but it didn’t last long before he pounded into you, fast and hard. Your moans became louder and louder, all shame and fear of being heard completely forgotten. With your moans his grunts and growls filled the air. He had long stopped trying to understand what was happening. That you really wanted him. There was no time to think about that now, feeling your skin on his, being inside you, being one with you. Right now he only cared for the feeling you had awakened in him. It was as if it took control of him entirely. As his thrusts got sloppier you knew he was close. Your hands found his hair, tugging, while you pulled him down to you. His face was buried in your neck and yours in his as you bit down carefully, but not actually softly. He moaned, the sound of his voice deep and hoarse. He mimicked your actions, biting down into your neck and then sucking and kissing messily as he pounded into you until he came. When he did, he pushed himself deep into you as he grabbed your hips, groping you almost painfully, but you didn’t mind. You stroked his hair and kissed his temple as he came down from his high. It was a completely new experience for him after all. When he lifted his head to look at you, you smiled at him. “You were amazing, Sir.” His lips curved upwards, smiling down softly at you. He pressed his forehead against yours as he pulled out slowly. You kissed him, full of passion, getting lost in the moment and only found your way back to reality when you felt his hands on you again. He didn’t break the kiss as he inserted one, and shortly after a second finger, pushing slowly in and out of you. You had made him feel so good, he wanted to do the same for you. He wasn’t experienced, for sure, but he had lots of passion and enthusiasm to work with. He wanted you to cum like he did. He wanted you to cum hard. And he wouldn’t keep his hands off of you until you did.

[flowerbeom]

Double Pepperoni | LJB

Part of The Pleasure Chest | A GOT7 Cringe Collaboration

Lim Jaebeom x Female!Reader Genre: College AU, Crackhead Comedy Smut Rating: Mature. So very mature. Warnings: Bad puns, Swearing & Explicit smut scenes. Word Count: 4k

Concept:  to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass, its me. your best friend. or what’s left of her. remember that kinda hot but kinda gross pizza delivery guy? the one with the nose ring and always smelt of cheetos? yeh, he’s looking less gross these days. what?! don’t judge me. desperate times call for desperate measures. it has been 154 days since i’ve had sex. shit’s dire here man.

A/N: If you lean into how bad this is purposefully meant to be, you’ll really enjoy it. 

All GIF credits for this series go to @defsenses.

Day 97 

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass!  yes my phone is still broken, and i have no idea when im going to get a new one cause im broke from visiting you in another goddamn country - so just suck it up and reply to my emails like the good best friend you are.  fuck i miss you already! why the hell did you have to be smart and shit and get into that international program and go to college in Seoul of all places!  do you know how far away that is?! 16 hours cassandra! 16 fucking hours on a plane with no leg room, subpar food and a middle aged balding man snoring next to you the entire time so you get no sleep on a 16 hour flight AWAY FROM YOUR BEST FRIEND.  it was really good to see you though, can you thank mrs kim again for me - you really struck gold with that housing sitch you got - especially your roommate! that fine ass college freshman you DID NOT allow me to fuck!  yeh yeh whatever, i get it - how the hell are you meant to look mrs kim in the eye again when your childhood best friend who you talked up to be an angel fucked her only son on the fold out couch. yes i get it, stop rolling your eyes at me.  either way, its still the dry season down here. miss you, love you. bye. 

It’s funny how jet lag after coming home from a holiday feels almost identical to a hangover; it’s a painful reminder that something that was quite enjoyable is over. The headache feels almost the same, along with the cotton mouth, hunger, dehydration and utter disappointment and resentful emptiness that the fun you were having is completely done - but only one makes you hurl your guts out at the smell of orange juice. Condolences to those who are unlucky enough to hurl in both instances. 

Either way, that’s where you found yourself - Thursday night, half unpacked suitcase lay in the middle of your living room, eyes bloodshot and staring blankly at the television; an all consuming headache pounding between your temples. Lucky for you, you knew a sure fire way to get rid of it without painkillers. Insert Mr. Pene Falso. No literally, insert it. You didn’t call your vibrator Fake Penis in Spanish not to insert it. And in case anyone hasn’t caught on yet, an orgasm legitimately helps get rid of a headache. Try it next time. 

As ever, positioning is important - preparation is key. Sweatpants pushed down to your ankles, one leg completely fished out. Sideways lean, cushion under one elbow, completely bare leg propped up onto the couch; allow for maximum spread when those pre-orgasm hip rolls start. Set Mr. Pene Falso on one, there is no need to go hard straight away - ease into the session, let the endorphins build. You have been deprived of a real penis for a while, so you know you’re eager; but a little self control will yield the most delicious of results. 

You will run the long race to Destination Stimulation and you will bite that bottom lip as your eyes roll back into their sockets as your long awaited, slow built, easy increase of settings on Mr. Pene Falso brings home the most delectable of orgams. It will not be a dry night, no sir. So lower that beautiful vibrating, bright pink silicone wand onto your clit-- 

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK 

Who the fuck..? Your eyes snapped to the front door, your hand clenched around your vibrator just millimetres away from your clit. A small loosening of your grip dropped the angle and the tip of your vibrator dipped against your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. A gravely moan escaped you; your focus immediately brought back to the task at hand. Literally. 

Ignore it, it’s probably no one important. That’s what you told yourself, shaking your head and leaning back against the couch once again. You licked your bottom lip at the enticing notion of self-induced euphoria. Spreading your legs further than before, you corrected your grip and pushed Mr. Pene Falso into you. Your head dropped back involuntarily, your teeth marked your bottom lip and those pre-orgasm hip rolls started slowly. It felt devine, finally some release; a little bit of pleasu--

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK 

“Who the fuck?!” 

“Pal’s Pizza!” 

Tossing Mr. Pene Falso aside, you yanked on your sweatpants, wiped the one bead of sweat off your brow and stampeded to your door. 

“You got the wrong house, buddy!” Ripping it open, your rage was greeted with a face you had not seen in a long time. Your eyes blew wide, as the eyes of the man before you narrowed; complimenting the smirk etching across his face. The ever familiar smell of cheetos, weed and pepperoni of years passed filled your nostrils and nostalgia wasn’t a word you wanted to use in that instance, but repressed memories were being dug up nevertheless. 

A few moments of stone-cold silence passed before a subtle hum started to invade your auditory peripherals. Leaving your eye-line, Mr. Pal’s Pizza leaned sideways, throwing his smirk into the apartment behind you and directly onto the bright pink silicone wand still vibrating on your couch. All colour drained from your obviously stiffened face. 

He scoffed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your alone time. Mind if I join you instead?” 

Day 106

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass did you know that there’s a woman in Georgia, who due to a rare disorder, experiences hundreds of orgasms a day? she’s just persistently aroused and will climax any time, anywhere - even in the most obscure of places. whereas I cannot even have one, in my own goddamn apartment.  because you will never guess who delivered a pizza to the wrong house last week. Crusty Jae. Yyu heard me. Fucking Lim Jaebeom from high school! Who by the way, still looks like a tryhard 2006 Skaterboi with his stupidly baggy jeans, Stussy t-shirt and bad haircut - or lack thereof who fucking knows.  AND he still smells like damp. No no, he doesn’t smell damp. He smells like damp. Like the idea of damp. but istg i could still cut myself on that jawline of his. and come to think of it, I haven’t had pizza in ages.  miss you. love you, bye. 

Day 114 

“Seriously dude, you need to stop ‘delivering pizza to the wrong house’. It’s getting pathetic.” You feigned irritation despite taking the box out of Jaebeom’s outstretched hand.

“Bruh, I am not. The guy’s next door never answered. So you--” He shook back his overgrown fringe and shifted all his weight back, angling his pelvis towards you. His eyes traipsed up and down your frame, saliva clearly pooling under his tongue. “-- get a free pizza delivered by this handsome mug.” 

You didn’t even try to bury the scoff that escaped you as Jaebeom dug two thumbs into his chest; a pungent smugness wafting from his stained Pal’s Pizza t-shirt. You practically laughed in his face. Yet he didn’t waver. 

“You’re still the same overconfident creep from highschool, Jae.” Jaebeom faked offense, a hand slapped on his heart - leaving a faint damp hand print. 

“And I still managed to nab all the ladies.” Sliding his tongue over his top teeth, he winked and you almost gagged. The fact that Crusty Jae, the school’s resident stoner, managed to have the highest body count by graduation is something that still baffled you. Something must have been seriously wrong with the girls who let that inside them. There were rumours of course, but you weren’t willing to explore any of them to prove if fact or not. 

Lifting the lid, you inhaled a glorious whiff of mozzarella and pepperoni but caught Jaebeom scratching his head from the corner of your eye; little flecks of dead skin floated to the ground and you couldn’t help but focus on the flakes of what looked like parmesan on the top of your pizza. Horror ensued, visible in the quiver in your voice. 

“You.. you don’t make the pizzas do you?” 

Jaebeom smirked, and ran a clammy hand through his greasy hair. 

“Nuh babe, I just deliver them.” He punctuated his statement with a wink and pucker of his lips. You were not comforted and turned away before he could see the grimace on your face. You dropped the pizza box onto your couch and fished a twenty-dollar-bill from your wallet and returned to the door to slap it into Jaebeom’s hand. 

“Nuh baby, it’s free.” He insisted with a stupid slanted grin. You shook your head, pushing the money harder into his hand and away from your door. 

“Keep the change.”

“Damn, thanks for the tip.” He smiled softly. Maybe he isn’t so much of a creep anymore. 

“Want a taste of mine?” 

You couldn’t have slammed the door in his face any harder.  

Day 129 

European. What about Lebanese? Kirby? No, too short. Continental? Way too long. But then again Kirby cucumbers have girth, and it’s not all about length. It’s how you use it. Would you go raw? Or would you wrap it? How sturdy are Kirby cucumbers? You’d obviously have to wash it first. Oh shit, could they poison you if it smooshes up while inside you? No, well you eat them so they can’t be too dangerous. How much lubrication would you need? 

“Little to none if you’re warmed up enough.” 

Cutting off your mental ramblings and ripping you back into reality, your head snapped towards the voice. Jaebeom’s voice. Of course it had to be Jaebeom. Why is he suddenly everywhere? 

“Excuse me, what?!” 

“Lubrication. You wouldn’t need any if you’re warmed up. Cucumbers just slide right in.” He said with total confidence as if speaking from absolute experience. If anything, the pompous smile was enough to tell you what he was saying was true. You tried to swallow and gasp at the same time, causing you to start choking in the grocery store. 

“Wh-wait-what, I was saying all of that out loud?!” You prayed it didn’t say all of it out loud. 

Are you really that delirious from lack of sex that your pathetically curious and completely comedic wonderings about cucumbers as dildos was said out loud in the grocery store?! Have you become that incapable of controlling yourself that you can’t even keep being a horny bitch on the inside?! Must you zone out in full stereo?! 

Jaebeom giggled. 

“Maybe. I heard from about ‘What about Lebanese?’.”

You froze, the hand gripping your shopping basket growing dangerously limp.

“So pretty much all of it.” Jaebeom laughed again and reached across you to pick up the thickest Kirby cucumber from the pile and dropped it into your basket. 

“Think of me.”

“What!?” 

His smirk thawed you completely, leaving you standing in a lukewarm puddle of distaste. “Later babe.” 

Seriously, you needed to find every girl who fucked him in highschool and just ask them “WHY?!” 

Day 147

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass he ran out of battery I have no spares I live in a wasteland of despair miss you love you bye

Day 165

ring-ring-ring

“Pal’s Pizza, can I take your order?” 

“Hey Jae, it’s me. The usual please.” 

“Stuffed Crust?” 

“No thanks.” 

“No probs. How about I stuff you?”

“Bye.” 

“See you in twenty minutes!” 

Day 167 

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass I think I’m living in a permanent fever dream today in my tech drawing class my professor told me if I lick the tip I’ll get better results so I asked him, if i let him lick my tip would I get extra credit? HE MEANT MY PENCIL CASSANDRA, HE MEANT TO LICK THE TIP OF MY PENCIL SO I GET THICKER LINES what the fuck is wrong with me?!  oh I know.  it has been 167 days since I’ve had sex ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN DAYS and Mr Pene Falso still does not have new batteries.  miss you love you bye

Day 175

You had never felt more accomplished in your life. In one hand rested your brand new phone, shiny and in-built with all the things to keep your easily distracted brain entertained. No longer did you have to make calls from the decrepit pay phone outside your apartment building. No longer did you have to sit on buses and pretend to like reading. No, you were reunited with the technology of your generation and you were ecstatic. Full time college and part time employment didn’t always meet the needs of your demanding lifestyle, but you saved enough to finally get a brand new phone.

And in the other hand lay two beautiful AA batteries. You know perfectly well what they were for. You were equally as ecstatic. But for some reason there was one person you wanted to talk to about it. 

Your fingers dialed the number almost on their own; muscle memory taking over. It rang six times. 

“Hello?”

“CASS!” So excited to hear your best friend’s voice you tripped on the corner of your rug; your body colliding with the couch. 

“Holy shit, you finally got a phone. Took you long enough.” 

“Shut up, I’ve been busy.” Rubbing the part of your shoulder that managed to miss abundant cushioning on the couch and hit the tiny piece of wooden framework beneath it all. 

“Sure. Busy trying to get yourself off every chance you get.” 

The fingers trying to unscrew the bottom of your vibrator halted; your bottom lip folded between your teeth - a pout formed in your silence. 

“I--” Lost for words you resumed unscrewing the cap, placing one battery into each slot. 

“You’re probably gonna go masturbate after you get off this call.” 

The last battery dropped in with a clang, albeit muffled by Cass’s muffled laughter. 

“You know I’m messing with you right?”

“..Yes.” 

“Good. So how’s Crusty Jae?” She continued to laugh as you groaned.

“Dude, can you please explain how he managed to pull so much in high school?! Please! Am I the only one who doesn’t get it?!” Suddenly incredibly frustrated, you screwed on the vibrator cap with so much gusto that your grip accidentally turned it on; the abrupt buzzing ripping out a quiet yelp. 

“You know his nickname used to be Double Pepperoni.” You scoffed so hard, you felt it in your ribs. “Nuh apparently he was packing.”

“What? Like what, like he always had slices stuffed in his pockets?”

“No, like p-a-c-k-i-n-g.” 

“I highly doubt that flat-ass McGee is huge.” You smirked while Cass tried to stop herself from choking on laughter. “And even if he was, dude, I still don’t understand how that seemingly unhygienic mess can score so much.” 

“Bro, I don’t know either. But from all the girls I’ve ever talked to about him, they all say that whatever he did to seduce them or whatever - their reactions were purely carnal.” You made a pathetic noise, like a dying car horn to highlight your skepticism. “Like apparently, he would do something or they would see him do something and they’d just snap. Fuck him once, have a great time but then refuse to ever bring it up again. Except to me.. Cause after all, it was Crusty Jae.. But that’s beside the point.”

“They’d just ‘snap’?” 

“Yup. Like a fresh green bean.”

“Weird metaphor.” 

“But you got it.”

“Sadly. I’m going to go now.” 

“Happy Orgasm!” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Miss you.”

“Love you.”

“Bye!” 

From putting down one electronic device to picking up the other, you settled into the couch cushions with Mr Pene Falso in hand - recharged and ready to go. Yes, you were obviously going to prove your best friend painfully correct by getting off as soon as you hung up that call, but honestly - fuck it. You deserved it. 

Remember, preparation is key. Sweatpants pushed down your ankles, one leg completely bare. Hair pulled up into an overeager and messy as ever bun. Sideways lean. Mr Pene Falso, setting one. 

It’s not meant to be pretty, the faces you pull while masturbating. And the sounds one makes, equally as carnal. But who the fuck cares. You’re doing this for you. And as those pre-orgasm hip rolls get more and more intense as your clit is vibrated right down to Destination Stimulation, you moan in pleasure for you know you are finally getting what you’ve wanted for so lon-- 

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK 

“Hey it’s me!” Your head snapped so fast to the door it cracked every bone in your neck. 

“Jae!?” 

“Yeh, can I come in please?”

“Oh come on, what the fuck!?” Fury swallowed you whole, Mr Pene Falso slamming into the ground in a fit of rage. “What do you fucking want, Jaebeom?!” 

“Please, I need--” Jerking your pants back on, you charged at the door; ripping it open. 

“Need what?!”

“-- to use your bathroom.” Sheepish eyes met your own; blown wide and shaking. Jaebeom stood before you, pizza delivery bag hung loosely in his hand; completely soaked from head to toe. 

“Sorry, it’s fucking pouring outside and I delivered next door and I just want to dry off a little, that cool?” 

His usually loose shirt clung to his body, every inch of his torso outlined. His hair, normally shaggy and overgrown, was completely pushed back off his face; slick and saturated to show every carved line of his face. Was his eyes always this piercing? Or was it only because it was in context with the rest of his beautiful face? 

“So..?” Jaebeom reeled you back from your slow descent and you shook it off violently. 

“Uhh yeh, that-that way.” Throwing a thumb over your shoulder to show him the way, Jaebeom slinked past you; a marginal waft of damp weed followed behind. 

What has gotten into you? This is Crusty Jae we’re talking about here. You are not meant to find him attractive. Nothing about him is meant to be attractive. But there you were - standing in your hallway, dumbfounded as you watched Jaebeom take off his shirt and wring it into your sink. You tried to tear your eyes away from how broad his shoulders were, or how all the muscles around his waist tensed as he squeezed all the water out of his shirt. You couldn’t even fight off the shiver that crawled down your spine when you watched his triceps flex when he pushed his hair off his face. You swallowed hard when that shiver landed right between your legs. 

“Like apparently, he would do something or they would see him do something and they’d just snap.” 

He didn’t see you come up behind him but he felt the hand you placed in the middle of his back. Turning to face you, his eyes were as dark as yours were crazed.  

“Sup.” His cheeto breath didn’t deter you.  

“You’re a pal, right?” You swore you couldn’t sound any more desperate. 

“Says so on my shirt.” You couldn’t quite figure out if it was Chipotle or Flamin’ Hot cheetos. But it wasn’t the time or the place. You had needs. 

“Be a pal then.” Jaebeom quirked a lewd and curious brow. “Get me off.” 

The speed of which he had his hands under your arms and lifting you onto the benchtop was frighteningly fast. Your shirt was pulled hastily over your head and thrown aside, your pants were torn down your legs equally as fast. You had no time to question, no time to doubt - not when Jaebeom’s mouth was on yours, his tongue rolling over your teeth as if searching for hidden cheetos in your cheeks. But with the way his thumb circled over your clit through your underwear, you weren’t going to complain. Go on, fish for those cheetos baby. 

Through wet and messy kisses, your hands tracked down his chest; stopping at his belt buckle. Of course, you thought, it was one of those snap closure canvas belts - ridiculously too long and matched his ridiculously baggy jeans. Nevertheless, you snapped open the buckle, fished it out of the loops and his pants fell instantly to the ground. 

Jaebeom broke away from your mouth, leaning back to make room for his hands to pull off your underwear; just to have his lips crash back into yours the moment the lace garment hit the floor. 

“Conmg-do. Cone--. Con-” You mumbled against his mouth. Strong hands pushed against his chest; disappointed eyes flashed for a moment, before turning devious at the sight of your naked breasts. 

“Condom.” He nodded and you swung around to grab one from the medicine cabinet. Rounding back to face him, you saw his underwear was on the ground, his very erect penis greeting you fully. Double Pepperoni…  

He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, slid the condom expertly onto his length and caged you against the mirror in one fluid movement. He waited, paused for effect if you will and you weren’t having any of it. One hand scratched into his hair, the other pulled on the chain around his neck.

“Oh, you want me to stuff you do you?” Said with total hubris. 

“Like cheesy crust.” Who have you become?! 

Jabeom’s heavy hands found themselves on your hips, pulling you down onto his dick. He filled you wholly, deliciously; throbbing against your walls so achingly good that you didn’t even care that you could feel crumbs of garlic bread that did not belong to you in your mouth. 

He pounded you roughly; each thrust making you bounce on your porcelain sink. His hair, still wet, dripped onto your shoulder and down your back as his teeth marked your neck. Your bathroom began to fill with lewd and erotic noises, squelches and squeaks of wet flesh against wet flesh and some against hard surfaces. 

Jaebeom snapped his hips harder and harder into you, moans tumbled from your mouth as the orgasm you have craved for finally rounded the horizon. He was merciless, relentless, completely determined to drive you home. 

You yanked harder on the fist full of hair in your hand, ripping a loud and gravely groan from Jaebeom. Not one to be upstaged, Jaebeom shoved his hand into your hair, tangling his fingers into your bun and pulling down to expose more of your neck to him. His pace had not slowed down at all. 

He marked your neck, sucking and biting on your flesh so gloriously that you began to mewl - high pitched and needy, and it’s what sent Jaebeom over the edge. His hips snapped harder, forcing his dick deep into you; hitting spots you had forgotten about completely. 

Different colours were flashing behind your eyelids and you were close, so close. 

And as Jaebeom neared climax, he tore his hand out of your hair. Though in his earlier fervour, got so much of it tangled around his fingers and stuck under his ring, that your whole body was torn sideways and off the bench. 

Landing on the floor, shocked eyes watched Jaebeom ejaculate all over your sink as your own orgasm retreated away; shrivelling up into dust and blown away in the wind - his hand still stuck in your hair. How the fuck, wasn’t he wearing a condom, you thought, only for you to reach down and find it stuck inside your vagina, half hanging out. There was literally nowhere lower you could go. This, this is rock bottom. 

“Haha, holy fuck. Sorry babe.” Jaebeom leaned down and carefully untangled his fingers out of your hair. Towels were passed around for hygiene purposes and you almost vomited when you saw cheeto crumbs wedged between Jaebeom’s butt-cheeks. 

You weren’t really sure what happened after. You think Jaebeom said something crass. Or maybe he said thank you. In a crass way. Either way, he eventually left and the two hour shower you took still didn’t make you feel clean. Especially not after finding a half-dried pearl of cum on your toothbrush. 

But there was one thing you knew for sure. You totally snapped. 

Day 0

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass in the interest of our friendship and for the purposes of full transparency it has been 1 day since ive had sex and we will never speak of it again

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Small Time Witch Ch 2

So I guess I’m writing a series. Part two of this story is starting to build my narrative. This story will be a super slow burn. Sorry if you’re looking for smut right off the bat. I like a plot. Check out Marvel Wiki for more info on Witches. Stay tuned for more.

Since Director Fury’s office was on the way to the training room you decided to drop off a few reports to his office. Since you were stopping by his office you decided to bring him what you assumed would be his third cup of coffee. You also knew he hadn’t eaten breakfast so you grabbed him a bagel too. Popping your head around the corner his assistant didn’t look up from the computer screen but she heard you. “He’s not in.” You didn’t say anything. You juggled your things grabbing your bagel with your teeth and headed down to the training room. You turned to push the door open with your back nearly falling over when someone grabbed it for you. You stumbled and almost dropped everything. You did not look up and made your way to the nearest table to set everything down. Fury was waiting watching you struggle.

“Oh hey. I have the third quarter budget ready for you to sign. I brought you a bagel and another cup of coffee. Hot bitter and joyless. Just like you like it.” He laughed. It wasn’t weird to you but everyone else in the room was stunned.

“Thank you, y/l/n. Go easy on them.”

“I make no promises, sir.” He shook his head still laughing to himself and left the room.

You turned around only expecting Loki but all of the Avengers were staring at you. Your bagel was hanging out of your mouth and one earbud was still in. You put it all down and muttered an apology. For a solid thirty seconds they all just stared at you. Tony was the first to break the silence.

“How and I mean HOW did you get Nick Fury to laugh? I swear I didn’t know he had teeth. Hand to God I’ve never even seen him so much as smile. Not even a smirk.” You didn’t answer immediately.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m funny.” You tried to sneak away and sit in the back but Steve stopped you. He directed you to a chair facing everyone and you felt like you were in trouble. Loki and Wanda were in your sight line trying to make you feel comfortable. It wasn’t working.

You were aware of everything around you. Clint tapped his pencil. Natasha shifted in her chair several times. Tony popped his gum. Bucky stood in the back with his arms folded. He had his eyes trained on you. Sam watched Steve. Rhodey checked his phone and sometimes stared out of the window. You heard the fluorescent bulbs buzzing over head. The air conditioning caught the plastic blinds on the window causing them to tap every few seconds. After a moment you were interrupted by Steve clearing his throat.

“Let’s get started. Y/N we are here to talk about your training schedule. We know in the past you were far away from danger in the van. For this next mission we’re afraid you won’t have that luxury. We are asking you to put yourself in harms way...”

“Essentially what Capsicle is trying to say is we won’t be able to protect you so you’ll have to protect yourself.” Tony interjected

Your eyes widened. You wished you could be sandwiched in between Wanda and Loki. They felt so far away even though it was just a few feet. Steve continued, “Are you up for this? We can really use your help but we can’t afford any mistakes. This is a very dangerous endeavor. A lot of moving parts. We won’t have each other’s sixes.”

“Uh yeah. I think I am. When you say training schedule....” Steve handed you a piece of paper with times and initials hand written. It was all in military time.

“0400 is that four in the morning? Like am?”

“Yes, ma’am. I know it’s early but we have a lot of ground to cover. Today you’ll spend half your time with Tony and Rhodey going over the schematics of the buildings we’ll be infiltrating. They’ll show you a replica of the security system and how they think it’s dismantled. The rest of the day with be with Loki. Tomorrow morning is when the physical work begins.”

You read further, “Weapons training?!”

“Yeah. That’s with Clint and Bucky. Nat will work on hand to hand. You’ll work with Sam and I in the gym.” This was all too much. All you could do was nod your head and take it all in. Steve kept talking. You felt like your insides were knotting and pulling. You squirmed in your seat. All of these things were imperceptible to everyone but Loki. He watched you and became more uneasy with every passing moment. Your psyche was reaching for him begging him to step in.

“Captain perhaps we should give Y/N a small break.” Steve clenched his jaw and was visibly irritated at Loki’s mere presence.

“This is important.” he said in a harsh whisper.

“Yes, I understand. You haven’t given her a moment to breathe. She was not forewarned that her first time out with all of you would include such high stakes. Let the poor girl eat her breakfast at least.”

Steve nodded and stepped away. Loki handed you your coffee and gave you a small half smile.

“I suggest you switch to tea. You are too frazzled for caffeine. We will not do anything strenuous this afternoon. You can relax.”

“Thank you. I’m about ready to bolt for the door and tell Fury to fuck off.”

“Now that would be fun to watch. I hope you don’t though. I’d certainly miss you.”

“You don’t even know me.”

He cocked his head to the side and thought for a moment. “No. I suppose you’re right. I feel strangely connected to you though. Your absence would create a hole in my life from which I’m not prepared to recover.”

Strangely you knew what he meant. You felt inexplicably bonded. You sat quietly taking small bites of your bagel while Loki studied you. The din of the room melted away and you felt calm. After a few moments Tony interrupted. “Hey, kid. You’re with us. We’re headed back to the compound.”

“Ok. I’m parked in the garage. I’ll meet you there.”

“Nonsense. Ride with me. I promise I won’t bite.” You laughed but weren’t so sure if he was joking. You looked back at Loki.

“I’ll see you this afternoon. Have fun.” He waved and you followed Tony.

Tony was far more chaotic than everyone else but you sort of enjoyed that about him. He talked fast thought fast and, much to your dismay, drove really really fast. He had a ton of questions for you. You answered but mostly he liked to hear himself talk. He was trying to figure out what headspace you were in. Were you evil? What were your intentions?

His lab was incredible. So many buttons and screens. You enjoyed the whir of the machines and the pattern of beeps and dings. Tony saw you looking around with wonder. He let you take it all in before he got down to business.

“Rhodey is joining us shortly. If you want to take a look here we can get started. Here is a mock up of the security system and the power grid.”

“It looks like the security system runs on its own power source here and the mainframe for power is on the opposite side of the building. I can’t take out both at the same time.”

“How much time will you need at each location?”

You bit your lip and tied your hair back so you could really think. “I’m not sure. There are back up generators. It would make more sense for me to cut power completely to security than to the building. I can be around 100 yards from the actual site so I won’t be detected. Better than going in blind.”

He bit the tip of his pen and smiled “I completely agree. FRIDAY run it.”

“Sure, Boss.”

Rhodey came in and they discussed tactical placement based on reconnaissance from SHIELD. It was tedious but weirdly fun. “Ok, kids. That’s lunch. Good work. High fives all around.”

The rest of the team started to file into the little kitchen off the lab. You helped yourself to a sandwich and a bag of chips. Bucky eyed your choices and you felt judged. “Enjoy those chips now. Once Steve gets a hold of you you’ll only get protein shakes and sadness.”

“Wait...why?”

Sam chimed in, “Cap’s all ‘food is medicine..blah blah blah’. Fact is you need fuel for your body to promote stamina. Cheeseburgers don’t help you run fast.”

You rolled your eyes and they both laughed. “You’ll get used to him.” Bucky added, “or you’ll stab him.”

Speak of the devil. “No stabbing, Buck.”

“But I like stabbing. I’m good at it.” he whined.

You loudly crunched a chip and Steve raised one eyebrow. “Chips huh? That’ll cost you tomorrow.”

“See? Sadness.”

Throughout the rest of lunch you joked and laughed with everyone. You were starting to feel more comfortable. The questions were easier “Where are you from...do you have a family..” You finished chatting and excused yourself to find Loki. Steve caught up with you in the hall.

You could feel that he was tense so you tried to ease his mind a little. “Apologizing again?”

“How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess. You don’t have anything to apologize for. I know what I signed up for.”

“You’re interesting. I don’t know quite how to read you. You seem so timid a lot of the time. I’m afraid to put too much on you. The other times you’re right up in the fray with the team. I don’t know where to step with you.”

“Electrokinesis is not my only power, Captain. I’m an empath. When tensions are high I feel that from everyone and the weight of that can be crushing. When you’re calm I’m calm.” He wasn’t quite sure how to respond . He’s come across all sorts of enhanced people and aliens and gods in the last few years it makes his head spin. This was the first time he had been so intrigued by one.

You glanced at your watch and saw you were late. Steve still looked puzzled. You patted him on the arm, “Ok, Captain. I have to go but good talk.”

“See you at 4. Am. That’s in the morning.”

You smiled at him over your shoulder.

Loki was in a conference room pacing and looking mildly annoyed. He had no real agenda for you today. There was no reason for you to be “on time”. He just hated to be kept waiting. And, the more he sees you the more he wanted to see you. You his little puzzle box aching to be undone. He was so engrossed in thought that he didn’t hear you come in.

“Sorry! I got caught up.”

“I do not like to be kept waiting. You’ll do well to remember for next time.”

You but your lip and furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry. Steve and I were talking and I kind of lost track of time. I won’t let it happen again.” You moved closer to him to touch his arm. You intended to put him in a better mood but he caught your wrist.

“I know what you’re doing. Your tricks won’t work on me, pet.” He squeezed grinding the tiny bones in your wrist, “Do you need to be reminded who is the pupil and who is the teacher? I am a god foolish little girl...”

Before you could stop yourself from saying the words you mumbled, “A demigod”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was silent for several seconds before breaking out into raucous laughter.

“You do have guts I’ll give you that, mortal.” You relaxed a little and laughed too. When he felt your body settle down he pulled you to him so hard your head snapped back.

“Demigod or not I can still split you in half with the flick of my wrist. Now sit.” he growled.

You sat in the chair rubbing your wrist. You fought back tears and didn’t make eye contact with him. He sat across from you and started to speak when he saw your chin quivering. He pulled your face toward his and spoke in a gentle tone, “That smart mouth is going to be the death of you, pet. I’m sorry I lost my temper. When you’ve collected yourself we can finally get started.” You tried to take a deep breath but started sobbing instead. He rolled his eyes and tried to comfort you the best he could. He rubbed your back and silently cursed the fragile mortal ego.

“Please don’t cry. I don’t know what to do when people cry. You know when I was a child it always made me feel better when I hurt Thor. Would that make you feel better hmm? Would you like to hurt Thor?” You laughed. He wiped tears from your face.

“There. That’s my girl. Do you feel better?”

“Yes. I’m sorry I was such an ass earlier. I guess I was over confident with our friendship or whatever this is.”

He scoffed, “Of course we’re friends. I fear we’re more alike than I care to admit. I have learned the hard way that magick can’t always be the answer.” He put his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. You snuggled onto his shoulder. In the stillness of the room you embraced.

He placed his hand on your forehead to extract your memories. Easier to watch instead of talk about it. He saw you running. Saw you pleading with your mother to come with you. Saw you trying to save the younger members of your coven. He heard the screams. The remnants of spells cut short. The roar of Hellfphyr. He felt your fear. Your pain. Your rage. These were things he understood well. Last he saw the most curious thing.

He watched you stand in the field where your coven performed your most sacred of rituals. You retrieved a small piece of parchment from your pocket. You raised your hands to the sky and said the incantation written there. Your eyes turned white and you were bathed in a bright white glow. Once it reached its peak it released and exploded. Everything around you was ash. Fat tears dripped down your face splashing on his hand. “Y/n, tell me about the spell.”

“My mother gave it to me. She said I was the only one strong enough to protect the coven’s magick. I’m not entirely sure what even happened when I did the spell. I blew stuff up I know that.”

He shifted so he could see you. “I think you took in all their magick. That’s what I’m feeling.”

The gears were turning in his head trying to figure out how to access what was inside of you. He paced and bit his thumb nail. Every now and then he would look up to say something but it wouldn’t quite make it out. “Come. It’s late. You need dinner and I need Wanda” he pulled you up by your hands, “Come now, darling. I have planning to do. Text Wanda. Ask her to meet us in the kitchen.”

Wanda was waiting when you got down there. “Hey. Y/N you look wrecked. What did you do to her?” she swung her head to look at Loki. He shook his head.

“I didn’t do anything. Listen. She’s a conduit!”

Wanda’s eyes widened, “No shit.”

“What’s a conduit? You asked but they kept talking over you.

“She performed a spell. I presume it was written by the leaders of her coven. The spell allowed her to take in all their magick when they passed.”

“That’s what we’ve been feeling..”

“HELLO?!” you shouted, “What’s a conduit? I know what the word means but in magical terms what does it mean?”

Wanda and Loki looked at you like they forgot you were there.

“When you did the spell you took in all the magick your coven had. All of their abilities all of the power that manifested on those sacred grounds now reside in you. Your mother must have known or else she wouldn’t have taught so hard to keep you safe.” Loki explained.

“Y/N do you have anything that belonged to your mother? The other members of your coven? Loki, maybe if she has something of theirs we can channel that energy.”

“Yeah my place. Let’s go. Shit. I don’t have my car. I’ll get us a ride.” You pulled out your phone and scrolled your contacts. You dialed Fury’s number. “Director Fury. I’m at the compound. Loki Wanda and I need to get to my car so I can get home. We discovered something. I need a ride.”

“Be outside in five.” He sounded less than amused.

“Thank you, sir” you hang up, “Ok. Our ride is on its way.”

They both looked at you like you grew another head. “Ok one day your are going to have to explain your relationship with Fury. Like who has his number?”

“He knows power when he sees it.” Loki said under his breath.

“You have explaining to do.”

“Later. Let’s get going.”

You moved quickly to the front gate constantly looking over your shoulder like you were doing something wrong. It’s not like you weren’t free to come and go. Not like you lived there. You just felt like you were escaping. It didn’t help that Bucky appeared out of nowhere.

“Where are you three off to?”

“My place.” He cocked an eyebrow and fixated on Loki.

“Witch stuff.” Wanda said to distract him. Just as he started to walk away a chopper descended in the open field. That ought to get everyone’s attention.

“That’s us!” You yelled motioning for the helicopter. Loki gave Bucky a thumbs up and smiled as you ascended.

Once all three of you had your cans on the pilot informed you that you’d be to your condo in less than 20 minutes.

“So we have time. Explain to me why Fury is so invested in you.”

“Just like Loki said. I’m powerful. He knows it. Just like he tried to acquire you but Hydra got to you first. Wanda it is no secret amongst the magical community that you are the most powerful witch alive. I’m surprised the Kales haven’t come after you.”

“Who are they?”

“A family with an ancient bloodline who controls the demon Helphyr. They sent it to murder my family. I was the only survivor. Now I know why. They won’t stop coming after me.”

That made Loki nervous and crazy angry. “You should come back to the compound with us. We can protect you.”

“No you can’t. I’m safer alone. My condo is warded. And if they come for me, they come. I won’t put any of you in harms way. I especially won’t endanger the lives of America’s mightiest heroes. You two can hold your own. The rest of them wouldn’t survive.”

Wanda looked out the window at the city sparkling beneath her. She thought about what Steve once said about everyone having their own agenda. She supposed she was part of Fury’s. She was well aware of her power but made her own choices. She was afraid that, because you were in such high favor with Fury, he was attempting to get you to persuade her to join SHIELD. The compound was her home. They were her family. She would never leave them.

She kept staring at you. You could feel her tension rising. You held her hand but didn’t attempt to influence her. You just held her hand. She and Loki were the closest friends you had right now. Sure Fury always has an agenda. It’s not exactly what Wanda thought. Fury’s personal mission was to never let any one group gain too much power. He knew it was a risk to introduce you to the two of them. You’re loyal to no one really. So, he treats you with more kindness than he extends to anyone else and takes good care of you. Loki wouldn’t completely join forces with you. You were a small time witch as far as he was concerned being a demigod and all. But you and Wanda joining forces could be devastating. That would certainly rankle the magical and mutant communities alike. Fury couldn’t have that. That’s why he put you under the watchful eyes of the Avengers. They are just enough to keep you from going rogue. But just though.

[levisnackajack]

The Wrath of War

Chapter Twenty

A few days later, Eden was officially free of being barred away in the medical quarters.

Hurriedly, she gathered her things and practically sprinted back to her bedroom before wrapping herself up in her harness, uniform and boots. She felt so elated, as though a heavy weight had been lifted off her chest as soon as the nurse graced her with the green light.

Now, the only thing that was properly on Eden’s mind was the Levi’s last words to her. 

I guess it is, brat.

His words had carved themselves deep into her bones; as well as finding shelter in the darkest, most hidden place in her brain. She couldn’t stop thinking about him; scheming of ways to beat him at his own hot and cold game. 

Jean was more than happy to assist her with her games. Although she had never asked him for help, Jean would almost always find a way to flirt with her. It was just their way of communication- light, innocent and incredibly refreshing. He’d throw his arm over her shoulder lazily after training or lean against her side whilst they ate. 

Eden found herself laughing harder, talking louder and becoming more buoyant around Jean when the Captain was around. The atmosphere automatically grew bleaker when the intimidating man entered the room. He didn’t mean for that to happen, merely focusing on his cup of tea or the paperwork in his hand, but the daunting aura followed him everywhere. 

It put the raven-haired girl on edge every time she could sense him close by. Their eyes would meet over Jean’s shoulder when he’d walk into the dining area and Eden would automatically bat her eyelashes at her comrade; sending him the toothiest of grins that made her plump lips stretch widely, and eyes crinkle.

She’d never miss the chance to catch the way Levi’s jaw would clench tightly, stormy eyes twitching in irritation as the grip on his teacup would visibly grow stronger.

It made her thrive.  

When Levi had the chance, he’d be ruthless with Eden; making her run more laps than the others because he ‘wasn’t satisfied with her running’. His scowl would grow deeper when she’d flicker her eyes to Jean in front of him, a devious smile painted across her face. 

That made the Captain grab her by the arm and shove her away from the rest of the Squad, barking at her to continue running laps until the sun went down. 

Then one warm, sunny afternoon, Eden and her comrades were training outside, beside the wall of giant trees and buzzing bees. 

Levi was busy speaking to Hange as Eren trotted behind them sulkily, sending Eden a playful smirk when she caught her childhood best friend’s eyes. 

“Are you tired? Want me to carry you back to the medical quarters?” Jean’s deep voice mocked her as they stood opposite each other. Eden’s eyes snapped back to him, arching a brow. 

“Stop trying to make up excuses for not sparring with me, Jeanie-boy. If you’re not up for a spar session; all you need to do is beg me to go train with someone else,” she retorted, folding her arms across her chest. 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, darling. I promise to go easy on you,” Jean sneered back at her, rolling the cuffs of his white shirt up to his elbows as he settled his body in the first fighting stance. 

She mirror him, pouting her lip as her hands balled into fists, stretching them outwards. 

“My hero, let’s see what you’ve got for me,” she said smoothly, charging at him without a second’s notice. 

He recoiled quickly, shifting his body out of the way as her fist swung at him. Raising his own fist towards her, Eden grunted as his knuckles nearly collided with her jaw. She captured his wrist, twisting it in an awkward way, kneeing him in the gut. 

He swore under his breath, smirking mischievously at the sight of Eden growing angrier; her erratic moves quick and choppy. 

“Feisty. I like it,” the boy muttered when Eden sent another punch towards his face. She caught him in the chin; ducking hurriedly when he stepped to the side, attempting to elbow her away from him. 

Suddenly, she let out a squeak when he grabbed her by the waist, slamming her down onto the ground. 

“Jeez,” she groaned, letting go of a shrill giggle when his fingers brushed against her side. “What the hell? That’s not fair...Jean...-” Eden shook with laughter as his fingers ghosted over her tickle spots. He fell to his knees as he attacked her ruthlessly, watching her try her best to squirm away in between heavy gasps for air. 

Eden was an extremely ticklish person. Her reflex was so bad to the point of her growing violent if someone touched her sides, just below her ribs and against the curve of her slim waist. 

Her palms pressed against his chest as she tried shoving him off of her; but her attempts were for nothing. Sighs of pleading echoed out of her, hazel eyes filling with tears as he continued pushing her, a wicked, victorious smirk masking his handsome features. 

“Don’t you dare ever say I’ve never won against you,” Jean growled at her, unable to suppress the lopsided smile that stretched across his face when Eden began nodding fervently. 

“Sure, no problem, I promise. I...-”

“Oi, idiots.” 

Her blood turned into ice as Jean froze above her. He quickly scurried to his feet, saluting the approaching man firmly. 

Eden lay on the ground, shaking; eyes wide as she tried her best to purse her lips and completely conceal the grin threatening to contort her face. 

The sun grew covered by Levi as he loomed over her, scorching eyes blazing down at her. She swallowed thickly as she moved to sit up. Thankfully, her Captain was a gentleman, and he decided to assist her with that by grabbing her by the collar and pulling her up to her feet. 

Her hands shot up to catch his wrist; but he shook her forcefully, his chiseled jaw defined by the muscles tightly clenching underneath. 

“This is why you nearly got yourself killed, you dumbass,” he seethed at her, brows furrowed deeply as Eden continued trying to free her collar from his iron grip. 

“Captain, it was my fault too...-” Jean began urgently, snapping his mouth shut when the Captain’s glare settled on him. 

“Shut it. You weren’t the one who spent nearly a month bedridden, straw-head,” Levi retaliated in a lethal tone, his words dripping with poison. Shifting his glare back to Eden, he ended the training session for the rest of the Squad and ordered for them all to head back to base and clean their quarters. 

“I didn’t tell you to go, brat,” he barked at her when she tried stepping away once more. 

He let go of her abruptly, causing her to lose her balance for a split second before recollecting herself. 

“Captain,” she began, her words halting their path on her tongue when he held his hand up. 

“According to the nurse, you’re fit enough to handle a real fight. Let’s see if you’ve forgotten what you’ve learnt,” he quipped, craning his neck before holding her gaze for a long moment. 

Eden stared at him in shock, her heart racing avidly as she stepped towards him. 

“I bet you missed beating me up,” she replied, raising her fists at him. 

He scoffed under his breath, swinging his arm towards her harshly as he spoke flatly. “Trust me when I tell you I could care less about your injuries, Eden. I can do what I want, whenever I want.” 

She dodged him quickly, twisting her body effortlessly until her back collided with his chest. “I find that hard to believe, sir.” The bone of her elbow caught Levi in the ribs. 

Eden didn’t know whether it was her retort that had affected him or the unexpected move; but Levi visibly grew angrier. He grabbed her by the hair and threw her against the tree bark beside them. The wood grazed her cheek and she winced; knowing better than to thrash when he kicked the spot behind her knee. 

Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, her bones cracking as they met the hard floor with a thud. Pulling her by the hair once more, Levi craned her head until her face was looking up at his whilst he towered over her menacingly. 

“Watch your mouth, brat,” he snarled at her, ignoring the way she hissed when his fingers stiffly laced with her locks in a harsher manner. She couldn’t do anything but look into his blown-out, steel pupils. Yet, both of them had no knowledge of the tall individual who stood far away from the scene; watching them intently- cerulean eyes glinting as a smirk formed on his lips. 

With a tight nod to himself, a level-headed Commander Erwin watched as the pair sparred, undoubtedly sensing the intensity of each calculated move from afar. The tension made him affirm to himself that they would be the most suitable team for the new mission sealed in his mind. 

Gripping her collar once more, Levi shoved her to the ground before wiping his hands with the small handkerchief hidden in the pocket of his uniform at all times. 

“Get up. I want you to go clean the bathrooms. If you have the energy to mess around, I’m sure you can spend a good hour hunched over those grimy toilets.” He blinked down at Eden as she pulled herself to her feet; caught a little aback at the fabricated smile that plastered itself onto her face. 

“It would be my pleasure, sir,” she chirped back at him in a spiteful way; sauntering away rapidly in fear that he’ll pull her back and punch her in the face. 

She swore under her breath when she heard the door of the restroom swing open. 

“I literally just started. I hope you didn’t come to inspect my cleaning just yet...Sasha? Connie? What are you doing here?” Eden blinked at the duo who had walked in sneakily, twisted grins splayed over their faces as they both gripped some sort of cleaning supply.

“Nonsense, Eden. We came to help you out!”

“Ain’t no way we’ll let you clean on your own when you’ve just healed,” Connie retorted, heading towards the bottle of antibacterial cleaner. Sasha sprayed the mirrors with glass cleaner liquid, winking at Eden, affirming what the boy had just stated. 

Eden felt her insides warm up. “Thanks, you guys. I truly appreciate it. Can’t say the Captain will commemorate your actions with a medal though.” 

“Yeah yeah,” Sasha rolled her eyes at the girl’s words. “We know that! But, that’s only if he knows we’ve been here. Trust me, Connie and I are super good at remaining undercover. Don’t worry about anything but removing those icky stains from the floor, ewww.” 

They chattered as they cleaned rapidly, each individual focusing on a different area. Eden laughed when she found out that her friends had watched her spar with Levi; feeling a little proud that Sasha had decided to bet on her that she’d win this one. She kicked Connie’s boot when she realized that he had bet on the Captain. 

“You can’t blame me. I won in the end. Now Sasha owes me her weekly fruit snack.” 

Sasha concealed the grin from the oblivious boy, directing it only towards a set of warm, hazel eyes. “Allegedly. I just said I’ll consider giving him my fruit snack if I see that the Captain was being too harsh on you.” 

Their conversation came to a halt when the sound of boots resonated around them. 

Three pairs of wide eyes searched each other’s faces for an answer on what the hell they should do. 

“The cubicles,” Eden hissed through her teeth, shoving each comrade in a separate stall. The front door swung open viciously just as Eden managed to close the second stall’s door shut. She leaned against the wood, pretending to be taking a break when Levi’s glare settled against her face. 

She cleared her throat awkwardly, tapping her palm against the door as she pushed herself off it. “Hello there, Captain. I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” 

Levi didn’t respond. His steady stare lingered over the spotless floor, the sanitized sink and the shiny mirrors. He then sharply turned to frown at her.

“Quit playing, Eden. Who helped you clean the restrooms?” 

Silence settled around them as Eden’s brain racked with excuses. Her eyes widened and she feigned offence. “No one? You told me to come clean the bathrooms and that’s exactly what I did.” 

He paused, scrunching his nose at her words. “I didn’t take you for a liar. There’s absolutely no way you managed to clean everything in fifteen minutes.” 

Eden’s brows furrowed as she tipped her chin towards him. “I guess you need to stop underestimating me, Captain. Maybe I’m just full of surprises.” 

Levi let go of a breathy huff, shaking his head ever so slightly as he turned to the side; still standing stationary at the threshold. “Come with me. Commander Erwin wants to speak with us.” 

Curiosity seeped through her as she quirked a brow in his direction. “Oh?” 

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he titled his head towards the hallway. “We don’t have all day for you to process my words. I can write everything down for you later. Let’s go.” 

“I’ll meet you there. Let me just put everything away...-”

“Did I ask you? I said come on,” he impatiently threw at her, watching with a dark glint in his eyes as she trotted towards him wordlessly. It was as if she could sense Connie and Sasha’s impending laughter and she wished she’d just linger around a little longer. 

Walking past the threshold, Levi drearily matched her pace before placing a hand on the small of her back; guiding her towards his office in a bored, aloof manner. 

Eden’s face remained emotionless; but her insides grew heated up as she couldn’t focus on anything but the firm press of his hand against the thinly concealed skin. The sound of cackles and giggles echoed through the hallway a moment after the pair had disappeared towards Levi's office.

“I’m sorry Commander, I’d just love some confirmation. So, you want me to accompany Captain Levi to retrieve an undisclosed report regarding ancient titan findings for Hange from the Trost District?” Eden repeated what the Commander had previously just reiterated, making Levi pinch the bridge of his nose in irritation. 

“That’s right,” Erwin smiled at her from behind Levi’s desk, his arms clasped behind his back. His height intimidated Eden so much. The Commander was definitely a force to be reckoned with and although he had starkly contrasting features in comparison to her Captain; his deep-blue eyes visibly revealed the thirst he had to lead his people towards victory. 

Inclining his chiseled jawline towards the shorter man, Erwin spoke again. “I trust you are able to manage this assignment on your own. If you’re aware of the type of man Dimo Reeves is; you’ll know better than to trust the words he’ll throw your way.” He leaned over the desk, fingers settling against the immaculately clean wood, “At the end of the day, merchants thrive on bargains and what better way to lure the Survey Corps in with a deal regarding unspoken secrets about the world outside the walls?” 

Eden nodded her head in affirmation, trying her best not to continuously flicker her eyes back to the Captain beside the Commander. She could feel his stare piercing through her skull; as though he was urging her to break her pact and meet his eyes. 

Blinking rapidly, Eden pressed her fist over her heart, saluting them both formally, holding the Commander’s inquisitive stare. “I would be honored to assist my Regiment on a mission that could substantially assist humanity in the bigger picture. Thank you for considering me, Commander.”

The tall man waved her off, but stood impressed by the confidence emitting from the young woman. He could definitely appreciate why Levi seemed so intrigued by her. 

She was like a fresh breath of air; her eyes glinting with the flame of hope- although having first-hand experiences with exactly what humanity’s hardships were like. Many comrades would lose that spark after the second, or even the first battle in open territory. 

This was why Erwin has decided Eden was the best choice to accompany Levi on this classified operation. Putting all his cards in, Erwin knew that there was a considerably enormous chance for Dimo Reeves’ proposition to be a farce. 

But, it was worth the risk.

“Very well, Chiasa. Prepare yourself. You are to depart tomorrow at the brink of dawn. The Regiment has full trust that this will all be for something. You're dismissed.” 

Bowing her head lightly, Eden began stepping backwards towards the exit of an office she knew all too well. 

“Thank you, Commander. Captain.” She glanced towards Levi, the butterflies in her stomach going wild as he stoically tipped his head downwards in response. 

Closing the door with a trembling hand, Eden rushed back to her bedroom, praying to whoever could hear her thoughts that she’d have the power to go through a long mission with only Levi by her side. 

Tags: @idiot-juice-enthusiast     @hadassackerman

Link to the story in AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28919136/chapters/70952145

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Relaxation

Ship: Waxer/Cody/Boil

Rating: E

AO3 link

This is already the fourth shiny Cody chews up today, and it’s been only a few hours. The poor fellow didn’t even do anything wrong per se, he just saluted a bit later that he should’ve; nothing that should warrant such anger for sure.

Waxer and Boil share a glance. The Commander is clearly stressed; someone has to do something!

It happens only a few times, because usually Cody manages to remain calm and cordial even during the most stressful moments, but sometimes even he can’t help but to feel a little more testy than usual.

If they do something about it, it wouldn’t be the first time they have to take matters into their own hands. It may be because of their trouble-making tendencies - which are debatable at best they only happen to get to the wrong place at the wrong time quite often - but they actually find this kind of activity quite fun, thought they still feel sorry for the poor shiny who got the short end of the stick this time. Still, better him than them.

 It’s not hard to convince Cody to give in, it never is. One could even say that he likes it and actually looks forward to it - though nobody is brave enough to point it out loud to him.

All Waxer and Boil have to do is to get to the Commander’s quarters. They have at least the decency to wait until night - or what would be night, since they’re in space - to go bother him, knowing that if they did so earlier he would’ve used the excuse of still having work to do in order to bail out.

“Sir, it’s Waxer and Boil, may we come in?”

They hear the sound of steps and clicking on the control panel, and the doors open, revealing a quite disheveled looking Commander Cody. Waxer makes a face.

“Ah, sir? Were you still working?”

“Someone has to,” Cody replies, though his words lack their usual bite. He must be more tired than he’s letting on, which is a lot given how bad he looks.

Boil, who has always been the boldest of the duo, steps closer without asking for permission, raising a hand towards Cody, resting it gently on his cheek. Cody isn’t usually a big fan of this kind of close contact, but this time he leans into the touch, and his body visibly relaxes. It really has been too long since they last did this.

“Sir, we felt like you…” Boil clears his throat, his bravado from before suddenly vanished, “… Needed us, um, sir.”

A sigh leaves Cody’s lips, but it’s a relived sigh, not one born out of frustration - at least for once.

“You could say that,” he replies, and that’s all the invitation Waxer and Boil need.

Boil’s hand moves from Cody’s cheek to his chest, pushing him further inside. Cody’s so startled by his initiative that he lets himself be pushed without opposing any resistance.

Waxer chuckles, closing the door behind them. Now the fun can begin.

 They get Cody on his bed. It’s not that bigger than a regular trooper’s bunk, but it’s still better.

Their clothes have been long forgotten on the ground - they won’t be needing them for a while. Boil’s half-sprawled on Cody’s left, while Waxer, on his right, is trying to at least keep a bit of composure, even though it’s hard.

He nibbles at his ear, smirking at the way he sends a shiver to his spine.

“You like that, Commander?” he asks, moving the fist closed around Cody’s cock slightly faster.

“Yeah,” he moans, followed by a barrage of more moans when Boil begins to move the fingers inside him, fucking him at the same speed with which Waxer is jacking him off.

“Boil! Slow down a bit!” Waxer reprimands him, but Boil just chuckles.

“He likes it, why should I stop?”

It’s rude to talk like this, like Cody isn’t present, but he doesn’t seem to mind it, so Waxer doesn’t point it out.

 He has to admit that he gets lost admiring Cody, his toned legs spread apart for them, his marked chest and the way it moves as Cody frantically breaths in and out, his face contorted by pleasure.

If he could he’d kiss him all over… Wait, he can. He begins moving his lips to Cody’s temple, first things first kissing his scar, then he travels down to every spot he finds, and he sucks some marks lower, knowing that they’ll be covered by the armor the next day, and nobody will be the wiser, well, except them of course.

On the other side, Boil decides to follow his example, only more aggressively, actually biting him. Cody hisses but he doesn’t stop them; he needs this, actually.

 He’s truly beautiful like this, a constellation of different kinds of marks. Waxer could spend the entire night just looking at him, if he didn’t have other plans that is.

It’s with purposeful mischievousness that he begins to travel downwards with his mouth, teasing Cody’s nipple before moving on his stomach, beginning to lavish it with kisses.

His dear Commander must’ve understood what he’s going for, because the hand on Waxer’s shoulder tightens its grip, making him chuckle. He clearly wants it so bad.

Cody shudders when Waxer closes his lips around his cock. He begins with a simple kiss, but soon he becomes hungrier and that becomes not enough anymore.

Inch by inch, he takes more and more in his mouth, relaxing his throat so that he can’t gag, and he still gets close to it because Cody snaps his hips up and it takes both Waxer and Boil’s combined efforts to keep him still.

“Do you want to come, sir?” Boil whispers to Cody’s ear.

“Yeah…” he weakly mutters, nodding frantically with his head.

“The stay still and let us do the work.”

This isn’t something you’d see often, Cody taking orders from someone who doesn’t outrank him, but this is different from the battlefield: there are no ranks here despite how they still call him “sir”, but just Boil, Waxer and Cody.

To Cody’s credit, he does still his movements - except from some twitches when Boil brushes against a sensitive spot, but they make an exception for those.

It’s endearing watching him try to contain himself, because he knows that if truly moves they will leave him hanging; they already did it once and he had to beg them to resume what they were doing. Needless to say, it’s not something he wants to repeat.

Waxer is taking his sweet time blowing Cody, while Boil’s fingering him with a quick rhythm, not bothering with following the other. It’s a weird sensation but it’s still highly effective, because the more they go on, the closer he feels to the peak.

It becomes very hard for him not to move, because he needs more he needs to come, and it’s something that the other two notice.

 He finds himself not wanting to, but Waxer has no choice but to interrupt his exploration of Cody’s cock in favor of being able to speak; he hears Cody whine at the loss of his warm mouth and he shoots him a quick apologetic gaze, right before eyeing Boil with an amusement that is mirrored into the other’s gaze.

“Think we should make him come?” he asks.

“Mmh dunno…” Boil mutters, going from pumping his fingers with force to lazily getting them in and out of Cody, much to his frustration. He’s shivering from all the pent-up pleasure building up, only to find no outlet for it. “This was supposed to be relaxing for the Commander.”

At that, Waxer raises himself to Cody’s level. Teasing him is always a risk, but that’s what makes it so fun in the first place.

“Are you relaxed, sir?”

“I’d be more relaxed if you’d just let me come!” Cody exclaims, clearly irritated by that interruption.

Waxer and Boil share a look, and that’s all they need to understand each other.

“Aye aye sir.”

 Waxer takes possession of Cody’s lips with a hungry kiss, taking his cock in his fist as both he and Boil redouble their efforts on making Cody feel good.

With all the build-up from before it doesn’t take long before Cody’s shaking between them, finally finding his release.

They don’t let go, helping him ride through his orgasm to the fullest. Only when he begins to twitch for the overstimulation they begin slowing down, until they stop completely.

 It’s with an exhalation that Cody’s body goes boneless between them. They really have done a number on him, something both Waxer and Boil are proud of.

Their Commander should find more time for himself so that he can relax, but given how things are they’re happy to step in to help, especially when these are the results.

Waxer gives him one last kiss before letting him catch his breath, watching him quietly while Boil pets his hair - this is always the moment when he lets his soft side come out, though he’ll fiercely deny it if you ever say something about it.

 There’s one thing, however, and that thing is that now they’re both hard and they would very much like if they could do something about it.

“Sir…” Boil begins, pressing closer to the recovering Commander, making him feel his erection against his thigh, “Would you mind…”

Cody, who seems to have recovered a bit now, shakes his head.

“Give me a second and I’m yours.”

 True to his word, after a moment, Cody’s back with them one hundred percent.

He begins with Boil, kissing his lips and closing one hand around his cock. At first he just teases the head, smearing precum over it with his thumb, then once Boil makes a show of shoving his hips upwards, he begins to actually jack him off.

It’s a nice view, Waxer’s not going to lie, but he too needs something.

“Sir…” he mutters, getting closer as well, and he’s relieved when Cody, without even pulling away from Boil, reaches out for him, taking him in his other hand.

 For a while the three of them remain like this, with Cody going from Boil to Waxer, kissing them while he continues masturbating them.

He knows however that, although the two would be pretty satisfied with this, they wouldn’t certainly mind more - and besides, they deserve it - so at some point he stops kissing Waxer, biting his lip and looking at him with a suggestive case, only to get on all fours, face already between Boil’s legs, who can’t hold a moan when he realizes what he’s doing.

 His lips stretch around his cock, making for a beautiful view. His gaze doesn’t waver not even for a moment, eyeing Boil with a challenging gaze, as if to dare him to move. Well, if he insists…

Boil grabs Cody’s hair none too gently, and begins thrusting into his mouth, throwing his head back at the sudden surge of pleasure through his body.

He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts inside that warm and wet cave, still careful enough not to go too hard on Cody, lest making him gag which is the last thing he wants to do now.

He makes the mistake of looking down and he almost comes on the spot, though he manages to hold back. Unfortunately however Cody has noticed what happened, and he’s looking at him with a smug expression on his face; he can literally feel him smirk around his cock. Not wanting to be made fun of, Boil’s grasp on his hair tightens, enough to make him moan - from pleasure or pain? Who knows, probably both - and begins to attack his mouth with more heat.

 Meanwhile Waxer is taking his time observing the ass that Cody has so gently offered to him. He lets his hands roam free on his legs, caressing his thighs and moving them just slightly more apart so that he can comfortably settle between them.

He then goes up to his asscheeks, massaging them, eliciting a sigh - or at least he thinks it’s a sigh - from Cody, who however doesn’t pull away from Boil.

He runs a thumb over his entrance, circling it slowly, just barely pressing inside. Boil has done an excellent job with him: he’s so loose already.

Waxer leans down, kissing his pucker, teasing it with his tongue, and he doesn’t miss the way it twitches, in clear need of more. Far from Waxer to deny Cody anything.

He goes back up, taking hold of his ass with his hands, keeping him still as he slides his cock between them.

 “Waxer…”

There’s a huge warning in Cody’s voice, a warning that Waxer believes he understands.

“Want more already, sir?” he teases, despite his self-preservation instinct screaming at him to just shut up and give it to him - besides, he can’t wait to get inside him.

“Just get on with it,” is all Cody says before returning his attention to Boil’s cock.

“C’mon Waxer, do you want to disappoint the Commander?” Boil asks, with a smirk on his face. Waxer chuckles.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

 He takes just a moment to slick his cock with the same lube Boil has used for his fingers before, then he pushes inside, admiring how his head first, then the rest of his cock disappears inside him.

“So tight…” he can’t help but to mutter, trying to catch his breath. Although it’s tempting, he doesn’t want to come immediately.

He distracts himself by reaching for Cody’s cock, which he takes in his hand, making him jolt as he begins to move his fist up and down. Immediately Cody goes back to moaning - or would be if he wasn’t busy sucking Boil off - and Waxer chuckles at his reaction, leaning down to kiss his shoulder as a way to apologize.

It’s then that he begins to slowly rock his hips, not too much, but enough to get some friction.

“You feel so good sir,” he moans, leaving another kiss on Cody’s other shoulder.

“Would you shut up already? You’re ruining the mood,” Boil grumbles, as usual, but Waxer takes it in stride, and he challenges him.

“You want me to shut up? Make me.”

Boil grumbles some more, but eventually he does grab Waxer by the back of his neck and drags him into a heated kiss. Much better now.

 Eventually Waxer picks up the pace, going so strong that Cody doesn’t need to move anymore to suck Boil’s cock; he just needs Waxer to push him.

He’s grown hard again, and he feels rather close too, though judging by the desperation behind Waxer’s thrusts and the loudness of Boil’s grunts, they aren’t that far off as well. All he needs to do is hold on.

There’s very little he can do however when Waxer begins to touch him more fervently, instead of those lazy strokes he was giving his cock before. Of course, they notice.

“I think he’s about to come,” Boil comments, caressing Cody’s hair.

“Already Commander?” Waxer asks, knowing well that he can’t reply. He’s being a tease but at least he’s not slowing down his movements, which Cody appreciates. He then leans down again, this time completely pressing his chest against his back, murmuring in his ear, “Come for us.”

 At those words, Cody can only crumble. He doesn’t hold back as he comes for the second time that night, making a mess on himself and the sheets.

With the way he begins to frantically clench around him, Waxer follows suit, finishing with a deep last push inside him, unable to hold back his voice.

For Boil it takes slightly longer, but even then it’s not really that much. Another couple of thrusts inside Cody’s mouth, and he finds himself close as well.

“Gonna shoot…” he warns, pulling away from Cody just in time for coming on his face. He knows for a fact that Cody doesn’t like the taste of spunk in his mouth, so he went for the second best option. Seeing how good he looks like this, he can hardly regret it. “It suits you.”

Cody sends a glare his way, and not just a simple glare, but the I-am-Marshall-Commander-of-this-army-and-I-will-make-your-life-hell kind of glare. Boil clears his throat.

“I’ll go find something to clean.”

 He gets a rag, helping Cody clean himself up while Waxer changes the sheets.

After they’re done, they get to bed again, lying on it. It’s a tight fit but it’s nothing they’re not used to - they’ve had cuddle piles with more people in even tighter spaces this is nothing.

“You good sir?” Waxer asks, getting comfortable with Cody between him and Boil.

Cody nods. “I am… Thank you, both of you.”

Waxer smiles, embracing Cody’s waist with one arm.

“Our pleasure sir… Literally,” Boil adds, making them all chuckle.

“Yeah,” Cody mutters, closing his eyes, already half-asleep. He’s sure nobody will complain if he takes a nap - actually, that was probably the main objective of this whole thing. “I’m sure it was.”

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Rival - Langris Vaude

Word Count - 2252 Request -  

A/n: Enjoy and remember to vote! I got some more coming out soon too!! Not completely gender - neutral but damn near- sorry I switch while I write..

"Sir Langris? This will be your new disciple." A lower member from the Golden Dawn a girl following him, head tall. Langris said nothing to his fellow member and instead looked at him to leave his office. Of course, they did, leaving you and your new teacher alone.

"So, you're one of the newest recruits? Hmm... you don't look like much." Well, he didn't really look anyway, still looking down at some paperwork left on his desk by Wiliam to go over.

"Yes, well, I could say the same about." Langris froze. You watched as he tensed, his hands tightening slightly.

"What did you just say?" Langris looked up anger, from her comment and the disrespect. What the hell was William thinking when he- Oh. Langris' breathing stopped when his eyes fell on you. Soft and feminine but the fire in your eyes held independence and will.

You were gorgeous. 

"I will not let you speak to me in such a manner. I am your superior and you will treat me with the respect I deserve."

"Yes, you are my Superior, but you have been nothing but rude and ignorant since I have arrived. So I will treat you with the respect you earn." Your arms were crossed, your eyes glaring down at him. He was almost intimidated. Almost.

How was it he felt so powerless under your gaze? He didn't like it. He wanted his power back.

So he laughed. It caught you off guard and no doubt sent chills down your spine. It was so emotionless and empty but at the same time completely normal and happy to the untrained ear. Langris grabbed a piece of paper and quickly began to make a list, chores would be your training for the next week or possibly longer. It was stupid, but he'd make it hell.

"When you decide to treat me as I should be, maybe ill think of actually letting you on a mission," he slid the paper to you and stood walking away carelessly and strode to the door.

"But for now, have fun cleaning up after everyone." The door slammed shut and Langris' careless demeanor fell. The anger began to radiate from his body and before he knew it, he was stomping his way to his Captain's office.

William felt the anger before it was even in the room, and at that moment he knew Langris had met you. The door was knocked on furiously, he may be angry but he wasn't a fool.

"Come in." The door opened fast and shut quickly with a loud bang before Langris strode over to the chair in front of William's desk and sat down.

"I'm sorry, Captain, but what were you thinking when choosing her?" William fought hard to stop the smirk from pulling up his lips.

"Y/n wasn't chosen. The Wizard King ordered her to be placed with the Golden Dawn." Langris stopped, the Wizard King wanted you here?

"Why?"

"She's powerful." William was short, staring into the eyes of Langris.

"That's it? She's powerful? She didn't feel like it if anything she had pretty average mana-

"Langris, did you even check?"

"Of course I did-"

"Then you wouldn't be here right now." It was then Langirs felt it, the immense mana emitting from below him. It was like a beacon- and yet he didn't even notice it when he first saw you. It was like it had balanced around the room- taking life in ordinary objects to make the room feel as though it was the same. What the hell were you?

"Where are they from?"

"The Witches Forrest."

"What? I thought they hated men and stayed in their little Forrest."

"Yes, well Y/n's, a different case, and we don't need the Queen of Witches knowing about her yet. She's not to go on any missions yet. We are to wait for clearance from the Wizard King." Langris had no problem with that, but he couldn't help but be more intrigued by you now.

Hiding from the Queen of Witches, who were you?"

~~~

"You missed a spot." Langris swiped his finger over the window seal, picking up nonexistent dust. He wiped his finger gently on your shirt as he stared at you condescendingly. 6 weeks of this shit- and you were over it.

"That it!" You ripped the gloves off your hands and dropped all of your cleaning supplies. The mana around began to grow, almost boiling the room with its intensity. Langris stepped back, watching as purple flamed expanded from your body and burn around you. Unease filled his body as he looked at you, his heart pounding in his chest but his legs wouldn't move.

"If I wanted to be a maid, I WOULD HAVE STAYED IN THAT GODDAMN FORREST!" He couldn't stop staring at you. You looked like a goddess, ready to reap hell for the pain he caused you.

Then it all stopped.

The overwhelming sense of mana was gone, along with your flames. Your body was tight and tense as you looked down, arms shaking with the effort to hold your anger in. It felt as though Langris could move again, but he didn't. He stared at you with wide eyes like a fool until some burst the door open.

"Sir Vaude! Are you all alright? I-"

"I'm fine. Return to your post immediately."

"But sir-"

"Now!" The guard turned to close the door and left, leaving the two in silence again.

"Y/n-" But you were storming off, slamming the door and leave Langris alone. It hurt him to see you leave like that and he had no idea why. Over the weeks you've been here, you had filled his mind at all times of the day and it was driving him mad. Was this a spell? You had to of been doing this to him on purpose.

Langirs's office door was slammed shut for the last time that night as he walked off to William's. Just, as usual, William felt Langris coming to his office before he saw him.

"Langris." William acknowledged him as he sat in front of the desk harshly, sort of throwing his body in the chair instead of actually sitting.

"Your upset."

"That damned witch put a spell on me," Langris grumbled looking to the side, ashamed to admit it.

"Excuse me?"

"Where ever I go I can't stop thinking about them, and their hair and how bright their eyes are! Not to mention that stupid little thing they do when their thinking, chewing on-

"Langris, they didn't put a spell on you." William smiled childishly at Langris, and Langirs did no like it. "What do you mean? They had to!" Langris cried. William leaned back in his chair and stared at Langris.

"You like her."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I- ARG!" Langris stood from the chair out of frustration and walked to one of William's bookshelves, holding old scripts and treasures worth thousands, maybe more.

"They won't ever like me back," Langris whispered the truth and weight of his actions to you settling on his chest.

"Not with the way your acting now, no."

"Then what should I do?"

"Leave it to me."

"What?" Langris turned back to look at his Captain. William was standing and cleaning up his desk before walking to his door.

"You are going to apologize to Y/n and release her of her chores and she is to be on the next mission."

"What are you-"

"Just go, Langris, I have business to attend to." William held the door open and waited for Langris to walk through it. He did and turned back to look William one last time.

"The last thing, be nice, okay?" William could only nod before the door was shut in his face.

Langris stood there for a bit, confused about what just happened, but William was right. He needed to apologize.

That what led him here, to your room, hand raised to knock. But before he could, the door swung open and there was you.

"Sir Vaude?" You question before your eyes narrowed and your mouth sneered. He hated that expression on your face, he hated that, that was the face you made when you looked at him.

"I-," Embarrassment and pride welled up in Langris throat as he tried to apologize to you. And it as unsettling, he was shaking and sweating and thinking real hard. It looked painful.

"Langris, what the hell are you doing?" You snapped at him, annoyed with his antics, and though you probably shouldn't have done that to your superior- you didn't care. He sighed and looked you in the eye blankly staeing,

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I have treated you. It was wrong of me, especially when you were right. You are removed from your chore duties and will be assigned to the next  possible mission." As soon as Langris was finished, he turned and walked away hurriedly trying to run away from the weight chasing on his shoulders, but you stopped him.

"Langris, wait!" He stopped, turning to look behind him slightly, prompting you to continue.

"Thank you." His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"For what?"

"For saying sorry. No one has ever done that before."

"No one ever told you sorry?!" Langris turned and turned towards you in astonishment. Feeling the bitest of anger well inside him.

"Never." He calmed and stopped. Looking down at the ground before him, he had no right to be angry at the ones who wronged you when he himself did you, but he isn't them.

"That is truly a shame, but I will do anything I can to make sure that never happens to you ever again." He really played up the Nobel act but not in a snobby way, and he could tell you enjoyed it by the small smile you tried to stop pulling at your lips before turning away and walked back to your room.

"Goodnight, Sir Vaude."

~~~

The next day you were sent on a small mission to guard some noblemen and women. Halfway through the trip it was attacked but it was useless, you effortlessly defeated the thieves quickly and quietly to make sure that the children and newborns wouldn't wake or cry.

With the outstanding success and gratitude of the wives and party was thrown in celebration. It took place in the golden dawn courtyard. It was in full bloom with any color of flower visible all around you. 

Everyone was to attend including the vice Capitan Langirs, and he couldn't be any more miserable. Until he saw you, giggling and laughing with your fellow knights, Yuno, Klaus, and Mimosa.

"Go talk to her." Langris turned to look to his side and saw William.

"I'm sure she doesn't want to see me and ruin her celebration."

"And how do you know that?" William turned to look at Langris and dark look in his eye.

"She would be naive not to hate me."

"Naive or understanding?"

Langris turned and left distancing himself from William, and you and anyone else who wants to push him tonight. It was when he had escaped to a quiet walkway along with the darker flowers that you snuck up on him.

"You've been avoiding me." You spoke. Langris steps stopped and he turned to look at you. You were gorgeous. Downed in a dress that fits you perfectly, the color bringing out the hues of your eyes. The celebration far into the night now, the moon showed down on you, and your skin looked as though it was glowing. You made him speechless and distracted him to no end and he hated it. But the thought of losing the sight of you killed him.

"I've been avoiding everybody." You nodded and walked forward, your fingers brushing against dark petals, and as you did this, the tiny fairies which lived in the petals woke and began to flutter around you. They glowed and flew around whispering and waking their sisters furthering lighting up the area around them.

"I never realized how beautiful this place was," Langris spoke as he looked around himself, amazed at the sights he had been taking advantage of. When he turned back to look at you, you were in front of him smiling kindly. His heart seemed to pound and he felt like he couldn't breathe and then your hand lifted to his cheek and he froze altogether.

"I like to think I'm understanding." You whispered smiling deviously up at him.

"How- ....You-But" Your sweet giggle filled the air and you leaned against him as you tried to control your amusement. Before he knew it he was holding you against him, his hands traveling without him realizing and when he did he felt as though he was going to explode.

"I- uh is this o-okay?" He looked down at you nervously before looking off to the side, and fairy laughing at him catching his attention. He was about the yell and the dan thing before you grabbed his jaw softly and turned him to look at you. "Perfect." You lent forward and pressed your lips against him softly. He stood there like a fool before he really understood what was going on. But he pulled you closer and kissed you back a little hard and loving none the less.

[shijiujun]

lay it on me

Chusheng keeps touching him and Lu Yao tries not to lose his goddamn mind.

(Or, Lu Yao obsesses over Chusheng’s hands. His hands on his skin, in particular.)

---

Qiao Chusheng likes to touch Lu Yao. A lot.

He doesn’t think much of it at first. Sure, Chusheng wiped at the crumbs on the side of his mouth with a gentle thumb once, but Lu Yao called him his boyfriend first, even if it was in jest. Other instances, however, remain fresh in Lu Yao's memory - Chusheng grabbing at his arms and tugging at him until he sat down, or even that really embarrassing incident at the expensive Western restaurant for couples, where Chusheng insisted on putting on the watch for him. Not to mention that one time Lu Yao complained of a headache half jokingly while reading a doctor’s handwriting, and the man trapped him between the table and himself while reading aloud for him.

Chusheng doesn’t touch him for a while after as they get caught up in inter-gang wars and conflict with the British, and then with Lu Miao hell-bent on removing Lu Yao from Shanghai. All is well in the end, however, and with only a slight warning from the British ambassador, Lu Yao is allowed to stay in Shanghai, running around solving cases with Youning at his heels, and Chusheng at his side.

Lu Yao puts this little nugget of information on Chusheng out of his head by then, certain that the inspector was either half fucking with him or just a really affectionate person to people when he first gets to know them.

(He realizes how pitiful the second excuse sounds, much later. Qiao Chusheng, affectionate to strangers? He must be mad.)

Then it all kind of snowballs from there.

===

“Lao Qiao! Would it kill you to be gentler?!” Lu Yao hisses, almost snatching his hand back.

Chusheng’s hold is careful but firm, and with a warning look, he brings Lu Yao’s hand closer to him again, in the midst of applying antiseptic and bandages around his long fingers.

It’s a late night and there’s no one else at the station but the both of them. The next time Chusheng dabs the cotton wool ball around the cuts on Lu Yao’s fingers, he uses much lesser force and Lu Yao quiets with a sulk. Chusheng is focused on cleaning Lu Yao’s cuts, however, and isn’t paying much attention to Lu Yao’s face.

“Look at you, didn’t I say not to go back and get the necklace?” he rebukes, but there’s no heat in his words. “The entire fish tank exploded into pieces and you still dug your hand into the broken glass pieces to find it. Do you love expensive things that much?”

Glaring at the fool of a detective, Chusheng says through gritted teeth, “San Tu, I really should teach you a lesson.”

“Lao Qiao, the necklace is a crucial piece of evidence! I didn’t get it because I wanted it,” Lu Yao says, incredulous.

Chusheng looks up right at that moment with a deadpan. A few seconds pass, and then Lu Yao visibly deflates, “Okay, so I do like the necklace, but even if I liked it do you think I would risk getting hurt all because I wanted an expensive necklace? You know how afraid I am of pain and-“

Lu Yao hisses when Chusheng applies pressure on the largest cut around his index finger with a cloth, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Lao Qiao-“

Chusheng doesn’t even look up at him, and Lu Yao is about to clean the wound himself when Chusheng lifts his hand up and puts Lu Yao’s finger in his mouth, and sucks.

Lu Yao flinches as the sensation hits him right in his abdomen and flustered, he struggles to get his hand back, “Qiao Chusheng, what are you doing? This is so unhygienic-“

“Be good,” Chusheng soothes when he’s finally not eating at Lu Yao’s finger anymore. “Just tolerate it for a bit longer, I’m almost done.”

Lu Yao’s hand throbs, but he’s not quite sure if it’s throbbing in pain, or at Chusheng’s touch. Still reeling from what Chusheng did, Lu Yao sits quietly and obediently as Chusheng cleans at every little cut on his left hand with a single-minded focus.

They don’t talk about what Chusheng did with his mouth, and Lu Yao doesn’t mention how he still felt the warmth of Chusheng’s hands all over the skin on his hand when he went home after.

===

He really needs to throw up, and all he wants is to go home.

“Sir? Sir, are you alright?” someone asks.

Lu Yao flops over a counter top and looks around blearily until he finds what he’s looking for. The receptionist is too stunned to stop him, and so Lu Yao grabs at the phone successfully, swiping at the numbers in a sequence he knows by heart, and waits for it to connect.

“Hello, Inspector’s office,” a familiar voice sounds through the other end of the phone.

“Lao Qiaoooo~ Lao Qiao, I don’t… feel so good, I want to go home,” he mumbles, barely coherent.

“Sir!” a few more voices chorus and hands grab at him, trying to help him as he slips all the way down to the floor, losing the phone receiver in the process.

He refuses to move though, not until he sees Chusheng. Chusheng will know what to do with him, because right now Lu Yao can barely see straight. He doesn’t trust himself to get home like this, but seriously, what the hell did he drink earlier? Lu Yao doesn’t recall drinking more than two bottles and it usually takes him more than three to be truly sick.

He solved a case after clearing three bottles of wine once, so he would know.

Lu Yao must have put up quite a fight because all efforts to remove him from the bar lobby is for naught, and he’s left there sitting on the ground like a lost child. He must lose some time as well, for the next thing he knows, he’s being pushed into the backseat of a car. Panicking, Lu Yao wonders if someone is trying to kidnap him-

“San Tu,” a familiar voice sounds, and Lu Yao shivers, “San Tu, it’s me. Stop moving before you hurt yourself, I’m bringing you home.”

“Lao Qiao,” Lu Yao mumbles, relaxing immediately. “Lao Qiao, you came to get me-“

“You were causing a scene,” Chusheng moves into the backseat next to him and supports his head before it lolls to the side and smacks against the window. “Even if I didn’t want to, I had to. How much did you drink?!”

“Two bottles only,” Lu Yao replies, squinting into the darkness to find Chusheng even though the man is seated right next to him.

“You’re not usually this much of a lightweight,” Chusheng frowns, and then Lu Yao sighs in relief when Chusheng’s hand comes into contact with his forehead, then his neck. It’s so cool and nice and-

He whines when the touch goes away, leaning forward to chase it.

“Ah Dou, you watch him, I need to go back and talk to management for a bit,” he hears Chusheng say.

Lu Yao falls sideways until he’s laying horizontally on the seats as Chusheng leaves, mumbling incoherently.

It feels like forever before Chusheng comes back, and he looks livid from the angle Lu Yao is looking at him from when the man opens the car door again.

“Ge, is everything okay-“ Ah Dou begins, but Chusheng tells him to just drive.

Lu Yao finds his own head being lifted up and pillowed on something firm. The angle his head is lying at helps him to swallow against the nausea, which is a good thing. And then the cool touch comes back, resting on his forehead, caressing at his cheekbones and cupping at the side of his face.

“Did you get into a fight?” asks Ah Dou, but Lu Yao doesn’t know if he’s talking to him.

“Someone thought it was funny to slip a drug into Lu Yao’s drink,” Chusheng replies, and he must still sound angry because Lu Yao frowns and mumbles again. Lowering his voice, he continues, “They won’t be repeating that mistake. Drive back to the house, he’s burning up.”

“Should we get the doctor as well?”

The words get more muffled and jumbled up in his head, but Lu Yao feels anchored with the hands on his face, grounding him. They belong to someone he trusts, his favourite someone, and now that Lu Yao is safe, he lets himself be dragged into the depths of unconsciousness.

If Chusheng continues to feel for his forehead and lets his hand linger on the sides of Lu Yao’s face after he wakes up the next day, Lu Yao keeps it to himself.

===

“Are you a kid?” Chusheng chides, pressing his fingers to his temple as if he can feel a headache coming on.

Lu Yao sits on the ground a little forlornly, his knees drawn up to his chest and his head pillowed on his folded hands. Next to them, officers from the station are busy cataloguing the bags of smuggled opium in the warehouse, where it was hidden with batches of coal meant to be shipped out tomorrow morning.

When Chusheng told him to find a place to hide first when the situation turned for the worse, he probably didn’t expect Lu Yao to end up falling into a hole in the ground, a trap their smugglers left in the jungle to catch unsuspecting intruders, no doubt. It took Chusheng 20 minutes to find him, and by the end of the whole ordeal, Lu Yao is covered head to toe in dirt.

Thankfully, the genius detective is not hurt, but he is sulking.

“Don’t you look when you’re running?” Chusheng continues, exhaling in exasperation as he drags Lu Yao up by his elbow and to the car. “It’s broad daylight out here, the hole was so obvious and you just fell right into it.”

“How is this my fault?” asks Lu Yao, eyes wide as he sits down in the passenger seat. “If anything, it’s your fault. I was worried about you, so I kept turning around to check on you, that’s how I fell in!”

Shaking his head, Chusheng retrieves a handkerchief from his pockets and leans down. Lu Yao tenses, wondering what he could possibly want, when Chusheng pinches Lu Yao’s chin with his fingers and begins to wipe at the dirt on his face.

It’s been a long, long time since anyone did this for him, and once Lu Yao sees what Chusheng is doing, the tension eases out of his body. Quietly he sits and watches as Chusheng cleans his face intently, and this close, he can see every eyelash that the man has. The fingers and hand that cradle his face are gentle, as if Chusheng is holding something precious.

Lu Yao likes that a lot. It reminds him of that afternoon, after getting sick at the club so many weeks ago when he woke up in Chusheng’s bed for the first time with a hammer slamming against the insides of his skull. The man took care of him just like this too.

“Be careful next time,” Chusheng nags, meeting Lu Yao’s eyes finally. “What if I wasn’t here to find you? Then you would have been stuck in the hole for much longer. I can’t always be here to help you out.”

The thought of Chusheng not being around leaves a bitter taste in Lu Yao’s mouth.

“That’s impossible,” Lu Yao says, and he would have sounded petulant on any other day, but today, now, he’s almost imploring, his voice low and quiet.

You can’t leave me alone, he wants to say, but the words don’t leave his mouth.

After a moment of silence, Lu Yao feels Chusheng’s hand ghost over the side of his face and caress at his ear, almost unconsciously.

“Okay,” and that sounds like acquiescence and a promise all in one. Chusheng steps back and tosses Lu Yao the handkerchief. “Clean your hands. We’ll go for dumplings once everyone is done here.”

Chusheng closes the car door behind him as he leaves, no doubt to check on the progress of his men. Leaning his head out of the rolled-down window, Lu Yao raises his voice, “The spicy ones! With a side of hard-boiled eggs!”

The inspector turns around in response and rolls his eyes, but Lu Yao can see the smile tugging at Chusheng’s lips.

===

It drives Lu Yao mad, the way his eyes linger on Chusheng’s hands when they’re in the same room together after that incident.

When Chusheng peruses reports at his desk, when he picks up the damn wine glass from the table, when he reaches for his wallet and pulls out some silvers for Lu Yao to use and even when the man raises his gun and aims it at a suspect.

It’s entirely distracting, and Lu Yao doesn’t know what to do.

What makes it worse perhaps is that in recent days, Chusheng seems to have forgotten what personal space means. If Lu Yao is reading on the office’s couch, Chusheng leans over the back of it, his ear almost pressed against Lu Yao’s as he takes a peek at what Lu Yao is looking at. When Lu Yao is standing in front of floor-to-ceiling book shelves, looking for a specific book, Chusheng reaches past him to get him what he’s looking for pressed almost entirely back to front, even though Lu Yao is taller than he is.

Once, Lu Yao presses at the bridge of his nose with his fingers after looking at a sample under the microscope for too long, and the next second, those fingers are at his temples, massaging gently until his head feels less likely to snap. Even when Chusheng leaves a drink at the table for him, those hands brush past his, and Lu Yao just wants to-

He wants to tear his hair out, that’s what.

===

Within the first two minutes of the movie, Lu Yao jerks at a loud, sudden sound coming from the speakers. He would have jumped out of his seat too, if not for Chusheng’s hand around his wrist.

“What’re you doing?” Chusheng asks in a low voice, looking around to make sure Lu Yao’s movements aren’t causing much disturbance to the audience around them. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.”

“I’m not!” Lu Yao whispers back, his cheeks heating up.

Chusheng doesn’t look convinced, but doesn’t press the issue any further. His hand leaves Lu Yao’s as he returns his attention to the movie. On the other hand, Lu Yao fidgets in his seat, trying to sit comfortably while averting his eyes from the flashing screen. He’s never going to tell Lao Qiao that he actually doesn’t like horror movies, and the only reason why he’s here is because Youning teased him when he initially turned down the invitation by Director Zhang, Shanghai’s up and rising star, known for paving the way to the horror and thriller movie scene in the country.

Lu Yao and Chusheng (and fine, Youning) cleared the man’s name after three victims were murdered in gruesome fashion according to his previous two movies, and this new one that they are watching right now. The grateful man gave them two VIP tickets for the premiere and Lu Yao wanted nothing to do with horror. He deals with enough horrifying images on a day-to-day basis.

He must have moved a little too much, for Chusheng’s fingers interlace with his in the next moment, their hands curled up together between the seats.

“San Tu, we can leave now if you don’t want to watch this,” Chusheng sighs.

“I’m staying,” Lu Yao insists, even though he’s looking at anywhere except the screen, pretending as if the movie doesn’t scare him half to death.

It’s easier to get through the rest of it, Lu Yao finds, when Chusheng’s thumb begin rubbing circles on his skin. He concentrates on the soothing movement for the remaining hour, and so intent he is on the feel of Chusheng’s hand in his that he misses the movie ending.

They stay in their seats until they’re the only ones left in the theatre, and only then does Chusheng get to his feet, pulling Lu Yao with him.

As they walk towards the exit, as they take the stairs up to the main lobby of the theatre, and as they move past everyone still milling about, Lu Yao’s hand stays firmly in Chusheng’s.

Lu Yao is beginning to think that maybe, just maybe…

…Chusheng might never let go of him.

At the car, just as they are about to separate at the car door, Lu Yao tugs at Chusheng’s hand.

Chusheng looks at him, bemused.

“Take me home?” Lu Yao asks, hoping he’s getting this right. “Not my home. Yours.”

They stand there at an impasse for a while, just staring at each other, afraid to speak next.

Whatever Chusheng sees in Lu Yao’s eyes, however, he must find what he’s looking for, because he smiles then, that specific curve of his lips that makes Lu Yao want to smile too.

“I thought you were never going to ask,” he says.

===

Much, much later, after they’re both sated and Chusheng is asleep, Lu Yao finds himself unable to drift off, even though every part of him is aching.

Aching in a good way, the best way, to be honest. If Lu Yao thought he was losing his mind when Chusheng gave him fleeting touches in the past few weeks, nothing could have prepared him for his mind simply blanking out when the hands he has been obsessing over for so long explore his body in every way possible.

Lu Yao inches closer to his… boyfriend now? Almost reverently, he reaches for Chusheng’s face, and with the lightest of touches, traces his fingers over Chusheng’s forehead. He moves on to his brows, his eyelids, and trailing down the bridge of his nose. His lips, a little swollen from how hard they kissed earlier, desperate and unforgiving. Cupping Chusheng’s cheek, the one not pressed into the pillow, Lu Yao delicately strokes at Chusheng’s cheekbone with his thumb.

He has asked for a lot of things in life — money, antiques, luxurious clothes, cars, his father’s approval and acceptance, his siblings’ recognition — but if he gets to keep just one thing, just this person in front of him for the rest of their years, Lu Yao thinks he might be willing to give the rest of it up.

Warmth engulfs his hand, and Lu Yao watches as Chusheng curls his own fingers over his, shifting slightly in bed without opening his eyes. With a deep exhale, the man turns his head slightly and kisses Lu Yao’s palm.

“Sleep, San Tu,” Chusheng murmurs.

Lu Yao cannot help but smile at that.

“I will,” he agrees, “Once you let go of my hand.”

“Never,” Chusheng returns almost immediately, so naturally.

And Lu Yao believes him.