#(as Sir Not Yet Appearing in This Fanfic)

[reduxulousoctopus]

I mentioned in the JL animated/DnD post that I've started plotting out a very loose adaptation of the episode Secret Origins. Probably never gonna actually write the full version but who knows, maybe somebody will be interested in seeing the rough outline of what I've come up with so far.

Chapter One

Where else would our story begin than with the adventuring party meeting in a tavern? It's late evening in a large city somewhere on the continent of Faerûn that I haven't picked out yet, in a tavern the name of which will undoubtedly be an obscure reference to something in DC comics that I haven't thought of yet. The stew of the day bubbles in a huge cauldron over the fire, beer and mead flow cheaper than water, and the sounds of clattering dishes, laughter, and indistinct conversation fill the air.

We find Clark and Bruce siting at one of the tables in an out-of-the-way corner of the room. Despite the bawdy atmosphere, this reunion of old friends is clearly not a happy one, and both men look grim--which is pretty typical for Bruce, less so for his companion.

Formerly a beloved hero, Clark was brainwashed by an evil god about five years ago and tricked into leading an army to conquer several towns and cities. Clark freed himself from the god's influence with the help of his friends, and in the years since has been working himself sick to undo the damage he caused and earn back the trust of the people. However, he recently began experiencing strange, frightening hallucinations, which he fears are a sign that he's beginning to fall back under the sway of an evil force. Clark carefully places a small metal box on the table and asks Bruce to use what's inside to kill him if he ever loses control again.

Bruce resents being put into this position and accuses Clark of foisting his own responsibilities onto others. As someone who at a very young age lost his family to senseless violence, and thereafter dedicated his life to preventing anyone else from feeling the pain he felt that terrible night, Bruce is loathe to take any life, let alone that of a friend and good man. Despite Bruce's objections, however, he reluctantly takes the box at Clark's insistence.

Meanwhile, across the room, Wally is enjoying a large meal while he regales two elvish lasses with the story of his epic battle with an undead giant. The elves are clearly unimpressed. Before he can get to what he claims is the best part, Diana enters through the front door of the tavern. Her incredible beauty and exotic-looking armor immediately draw the eye of everyone in the room--including Clark and Bruce, who briefly wonder who she and where she came from. Wally stares at Diana in awe for a moment before excusing himself from the elves to go meet her. However, despite his best efforts, all of Wally's pick-up lines go to waste as she takes everything he says literally.

Mistaking his flirtatiousness for innocent curiosity, Diana explains to him that she was sent from a far-off land to help prevent a coming darkness forewarned by her patron goddess. When she arrived at the city by ship, she was told by a dockworker that travelers may hear news and rumors at a tavern, so she came here in the hopes of learning something that might point her towards the evil she must face. Wally offers to join Diana's quest, boasting that he's an experienced adventurer and the "greatest sorcerer alive." Diana gladly accepts his help.

Meanwhile-again, over at the bar, Shayera sighs into her flagon of ale and wishes idly that she were drinking florb instead. Sitting nearby, John happens to overhear and recognizes "florb" as the name of an alcoholic beverage from an alien world he's been to a few times before, although when she asks, he tells her that he's never actually drank florb himself, as it's extremely poisonous to humans. Shayera laughs it off and tells him he should have tried it anyway so he could "grow some feathers on [his] chest."

The two banter a bit more and start recounting stories from their many far-flung adventures. John is surprised to meet someone who seems to have visited almost as many worlds and planes as he has. He admits that his duties to his magical patrons have kept him so busy that this is the first time he's been to his own homeworld in years. Shayera smiles a bit sadly and offers a toast, "to home."

Before the two of them can drink to that, a group of ruffians burst through the door and stalk towards the bar. Shayera recently used some information they gave her to track down one of her bounties, a dangerous sorcerer named Kaslak. Even though she already paid the agreed-upon price, they now insist that they're entitled to some of the reward money. The thugs wont back down and a fight ensues. Shayera refuses John's offer of help, and true to her words, she can clearly handle herself. However, their brawl draws in more and more people until it turns into a huge bar-fight.

Each of our heroes demonstrates their incredible skills, as well as their personalities and unique approaches to combat. Shayera loves to fight and isn't particularly careful about preventing collateral damage, yet she's also incredibly perceptive, able to quickly observe and take advantage of her opponents' weaknesses. Clark is almost recklessly self-sacrificial as he puts himself between the fighters and attacks which would have otherwise hit innocent bystanders. Wally uses a powerful gust of wind to save the two elf girls and doesn't even notice that he's finally managed to impress them. John fights with the disciplined efficiency of a hardened soldier, his spells strategic and practical but not especially creative. Bruce disappears into the crowd, the only sign of his presence the line of unconscious bodies left in his wake. Diana calls upon her patron goddess for strength before lifting the biggest, heaviest table in the room and using it to flatten five men at once.

Suddenly, Clark doubles over, clutching his head and screaming in agony. Bruce rushes back to defend him. The owner of the tavern grabs a large crossbow from under the bar and aims it at the crowd, ordering them to take it outside. Shayera obliges by throwing the man she's currently grappling through a window before leaping out after him to finish the fight.

As his mind is assaulted with horrifying visions of death, war, and pain, Clark sees one of the bystanders he defended a moment ago as a slimy, pale-skinned monster with a face covered in octopus-like tentacles. Spurred by a burst of hatred and panic which seem to come from outside himself, Clark draws his sword and beheads the foul creature with a single stroke

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(TO BE CONTINUED...)

[starstruckgardenchild]

LUCIFER FANFIC

" 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄! "

WARNING: just some cursing and speculative romantic attraction

SYNOPSIS: Charlie's father shows up at the hotel for the first time. You hope to make a good impression.

You cast a weary glance around at your fellow allies, who appeared to be waiting with bated breaths and were obviously wondering how this encounter with the king of hell was going to transpire. You really, truly tried not to think about anything, but in the harsh, terrible reality of life, your mind was racing with concerns. As it often did when you were to look forward to something; Would Lucifer make a mockery of you? Would he NOT support Charlie's idea of sinners taking the road of atonement? The idea made you tremble, and even though the king hadn't arrived yet, you were already feeling scared.

"you okay, kid?" A gravelly, deep voice called out to you.

"huh?" You glanced across at the hotel's well-known and somewhat likeable bartender, Husk, to whom you gave a brief nod before finishing off your obviously apprehensive answer with a casual shrug. "Yes, pffft. Naturally."

"Ya' sure?" Husk's ear twitched, his eyes narrowing in thought, you silently prayed that he couldn't read past the barrier behind your widened eyes.

"m-mhm!" You hummed lightheartedly, a slight waver to it.

"They're probably nervous, ya know?" Angel interrupted with a condescendingly consoling arm wrapped around your tense shoulders. "It's not an ever'day thing, comin' across the king of hell and whatnot," he continued, giving you a playful prod. "You lookin' to score or something, babes?"

You blinked, looking up at the tall spider demon with bewilderment, "You're not nervous at all, Angel?" You then huffed in realization; Angel Dust was confident and he often made sure everyone was aware of that. "Eh. Right. Of course you aren't."

"Haha! Of course, I ain't." Angel agreed, withdrawing from you with a captivating stride. He and Husk excitedly made their way to the bar stand. "You'll do great, y/n-baby!"

"Just be ya-self, kid." Husk added, grinning in what can only be described as amusement, his tail lashing behind him.

You waved at the two of them before glancing up at Sir pentious who seemed just as weary as you. Flashing you a thumbs up and a cheeky smile, he slithered away to go make preparations for Lucifer's arrival.

. . .

"All right, everybody! "Time for the show!" Declaring in a sing-song voice, Charlie opened the hotel's entry, letting her eager father in.

"So good to see ya, kiddo!" He wrapped her in a strong hug.

Charlie gave him a strained look, "G-Good to see you too, Dad."

Lucifer withdrew and danced with Dazzle and Razzle possessing the wonderment that resembled a child's excitement. You gazed at Husk, Angel, and Sir Pentious, who appeared equally taken aback by Lucifer's playful demeanor just as you were. Maybe he just acted this way around his daughter? You tried not to think too much of this situation, but much to your dismay, your mind wouldn't allow you any form of composure or rest. The voices around you became muffled, ultimately allowing your thoughts to consume you;

Would he suddenly switch moods when it came to you? Was your experience here going to end up like all of the ones in the past? What if ---

"Oh my, you like GIRLS? Woah, s-so do I! We have so much in common! YA PUT ER THERE, MAGGIE! HAHA!" The sound of Lucifer's hasty chippering forced you out of your thoughts momentarily.

Charlie led her father over to you and smiled awkwardly, "Oh dad... there's another hotel guest here!" She explained and pointed at you, earning a flinch out of you.

You didn't even notice that Charlie got through all the introductions already.

Lucifer looked at you as if you were something extremely new to him. You swallowed hard, wondering if your nervousness was palpable. However, your nerves were slightly calmed by the king's kind gesture, offering you his hand seemingly for a handshake, a polite smile on his face.

"your name, dear?" He prompted.

"m-my name?"

"Yes, your name....?"

"O-Oh! Uhm--" You ignored the snickering of Husk and Angel. "it's y/n."

"Ohh, that is your name? Wow, that name has a lovely melody to it." Lucifer stepped forwardto intertwine your hand with his, giving it a firm shake, since you were pretty much as still as a statue to actually extend your hand out willingly.

"Tha-thanks." You murmured. As Lucifer's gentle touch lingered on your skin, you mumbled as you gently pulled your hand back. This interaction wasn't the least bit of what you anticipated.

"Well, it's certainly nice to see that my dear daughter has some..." Lucifer began with determination as he took a half step back from you and extended his hands in triumph. He glanced around for a moment or two before a look of admiration fixated on you, his voice going deliberately low, "Charming faces here at this lil hotel."

Your heart jumped, skipping a solitary thump. Your cheeks unexplainably warmed up and you looked at your friends who were peering toward you with surprised expressions.

"How about we talk later, yeah?" Lucifer brushed himself off, a small grin on his features as he looked at you.

You opened your mouth, hoping to say something but Charlie quickly stepped in, delicately directing her dad to the side. "Okay! Uhm, dad I feel like that is enough with the introductions, haha!" She pronounced apprehensively, obviously noticing her dad's interest in you.

You pulled your eyes off Lucifer, who had no business being so distracting to you, and took a gander at Angel who was peering toward you with a knowing sneer;

Leaning down to your level, he inquired. "Woah, what was up with that?"

You swallowed, "What happened? What do you mean?" Your face turned significantly more warm.

"The ruler was fuckin fawning over you. You ain't oblivious, are ya?" Angel wiggled his brows at you.

"PFFFT, no way!" You snickered modestly, swatting him away sheepishly. "Heh, it was nothing."

"I know nothing and that wasn't nothing." Husk provoked tauntingly, however there was a smidgen of reality lying underneath his tone. "He only spared the others mere glances, but you...he shook ya hand and did some sappy shit."

Your expression deadpanned as you processed all of your friend's observations and your little interaction with Lucifer. You couldn't even begin to find reasoning as to why you suddenly became all giddy.

Maybe this wasn't nothing at all.

Maybe YOU weren't just nothing.

[ttjisung]

BOSS k. jungwoo

kim jungwoo x fem!reader ᡣ𐭩 ceo au written imagine!

"i became the boss for you."

preview wc: 1.4k ᥫ᭡ official wc: ?

in which everyone fears your boss, kim jungwoo, and so do you, yet your reason feels more personal than the rest.

Thinking about how much I love Jungwoo's hair in the BOSS music video which stemmed to a fanfic about him. I'll be releasing the full version soon! Once it's out, I'll link it below. Content warnings will be posted on the actual released version. Hope you guys enjoy the preview <3

FULL VERSION HERE

For as long as you could remember, you had always heard everybody complain about their jobs. As a child, it was your parents raving about another long night shift. As a teenager, it was your friends ranting about getting fired from Wendy’s for stealing a small order of fries. It simply appeared to be in human nature to have distaste towards your job. None of what you heard had prepared you for the disdain you’d feel entering your first official office job, though. 

You had been miraculously hired as a secretary for a CEO of one of the largest companies in the country, which came as a shock to all of your friends considering the job was incredibly strict about who they’d hire. There were always rumors roaming around about the strict boss who everyone either feared or kissed up to, scaring you slightly yet bills were due and you had no other option than to clock in.

The first day was possibly one of the worst of your life, gaining stares and whispers for being the newbie. You had people below your label asking you to make them a coffee, or shutting the elevator on you when you obviously were running to catch it. It was all incredibly exhausting and the only thing motivating you was the thought of clocking out and crying to your cat while drinking a glass of wine, yet this fantasy was also shut down immediately as you were requested to meet the CEO after hours. 

Your nerves were tame at first, possibly from the misery numbing your mind, yet it spiked as you stood outside his door, stalling as you held the handle for two minutes straight. Eventually deciding to get this done with, you opened the door and stepped in. The shiny nameplate that read out Kim Jungwoo taunted you as you shifted closer to where he was. His figure sat at his obnoxiously huge chair, staring down at his desk in a manner that covered his face with both shadows and his own hair. Nonetheless, his stance was intimidating and you wanted to do nothing but submit your two-week notice and run away. Stepping into the room felt like walking straight into a predator’s cave, and the noise of the door closing behind you added to the overwhelming emotion. The noise it made caused you to flinch, and it was then that he finally looked up to observe you. 

Had he not been someone with the power of evicting you straight out of your small apartment with one snap of his fingers, you would’ve swooned. He was beautiful, and it was rare for you to say that about a man. His lips were plump, and you almost wondered if he had put lip gloss on prior to your meeting, considering they were shinier than yours have ever been. His nose could be someone’s inspiration for a nose-job, and if his eyes weren't sharply staring at you, you would compare them to that of a puppy. 

Nothing about him screamed nice though, and the clearing of his throat as he noted your dazed look reminded you that he was indeed not a puppy, and was actually your boss. Immediately straightening out your posture and paying him your attention, you silently scolded yourself for possibly angering him. 

“Do you know why you’re here?” His voice engulfed the room, becoming another trait of his that you’d be envious of, yet this time you knew not to dissociate, shaking your head, “No, sir.” “Hmmm… You see, I wanted to meet our newest employee.” His words were stern, and his eyes remained coldly locked onto yours, forcing eye-contact that made you uncomfortable. Noticing your silence at his words, he tilted his head as if he was challenging you. “What’s your name?” “I-It’s Y/n. Y/n L/n, sir.” You cursed yourself out for stuttering; the last thing you wanted was for him to sense the fear in your wobbly voice. You straighten your posture once more, realizing you had subconsciously curled into yourself as a defense mechanism. “Well, Y/n, I have to say I’m impressed,” you almost thanked him, yet the words that continued made you falter, “One day and you’re already seemingly disliked by your fellow workers. Tell me why.”  “I’m… Not quite sure actually, sir.” For the first time since you had met him, his facial expression changed, his lip shifting to a grin, bunny-esque teeth peaking out onto his lips and his eyes staring at you with an intense look, yet it felt different. “It’s ‘cause you’re new. Always happens, doesn’t it?” You had no clue as this was your first job.

“Anyway, Y/n. The truth is, I wanted to meet you because I was the one who chose to hire you.” You choked slightly as his words, looking at him with confusion obviously etched on your face that made him laugh out lightly, the sound shocking you further. He let out a sigh before standing up and walking up to you, as you had failed to sit on the chair that was put in front of his desk. “I saw your resume, which I must say was impressive, yet this is your first job. Interesting, right? That’s why they all hate you. It’s jealousy, Y/n.” The way he kept repeating your first name felt informal and made you a bit nervous, but you nodded to his words, not wanting to get on his bad side. “Thank you, sir. For umm… Hiring me. I’m very grateful-” “Save all that. I don’t need to hear it. It gets tiring after the hundredth person or so.” Nodding again, you closed your mouth and chose to not answer again unless asked to. “Wanna know why I hired you, Y/n?” “Yes, sir.” “Sure, your resume is something to rave over, although you had little to no experience. Yet, the reason I hired you was because…” He drew out his words, motioning you to come closer with his hand, and you realized his grin had become teasing, almost cheeky like a little kid planning something evil. You were already closer to him than you wanted to be, yet his motion forced you to step closer, increasing your anxiety. Leaning into you, he whispered his words into your ear as if it was a secret to tell. “I have a thing for pretty women in power.” 

Your face felt like it was on fire and shock consumed you at his bold words, considering you could probably file a complaint about his actions and have him go through several consequences, yet it was almost as if you had completely missed what he had said, looking up at him with a mouth wide open. Not only was the sentence incredibly inappropriate, his growing smile piled more unease onto you. “Wh… What?” Was all you could let out, causing him to laugh. His body moved away from yours, returning to his seat. “That would be all, Y/n. It was nice meeting you.” He waved at you from where he sat, his eyes now wearing a fuzzy infatuated look, almost as if you were his boss and he was the worker licking your shoes. The whole scenario gave you whiplash, from his flirty words to his cheeky expression. It was too much for you to handle, already worn down from a hard day, yet the words that followed his only served to add to the stress. “And call me Jungwoo, not sir. Although I like how it sounds from you, I want us to be more familiar.” You were going to faint, you were sure of it.

Walking out of his office, you had to pinch yourself several times to make sure what had occurred was reality, and not an odd figment of your imagination after watching too many work based K-dramas. Flinching at the pain from your fingers twisting your skin, you came to the horrid conclusion that what he said was indeed real, and you were going to have to face him every day for the rest of your employed life. After an hour of debriefing the situation with your cat once you arrived home, you decided to fall asleep as it was extremely late. Your last thought before your head fell onto your pillow and your eyes closed was a confirmation to the accredited conception you had known your whole life. Bosses truly were the worst thing to exist.

a/n: this is for the anon who has been asking for a jungwoo fic ^_^ don't worry i'm still releasing a full series for him after i finish my smaus but that'll take bitttt so i decided to write a one-shot instead for now :3 boss jungwoo save me NOW!

leave a note or message me to be added to the taglist once it comes out c:

[emptystove]

Sparrow - Ch 7

One Piece Fanfic (Drama/Romance/Suspense)

Pairings: E. Kid x Reader, Sabo x Reader, Lucci x Reader (one sided)

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

Chapter Summary: You are kind of a mess trying to understand these familiar feelings. It's a good thing you have some new friends around to help you out~

CW: trauma, spicy situations

Links to AO3, Wattpad -- Fanfic Master List

Chapter 7: Sensory Memory

Cipher Pol Headquarters, NWC Central District

3 Years and 4 months ago

Lucci crossed one leg over the other as he scanned the room. 

Spandine had called the heads of each Cipher Pol unit to appear in person for a briefing. These types of gatherings were only held when he wanted all units to be aware of the information and when the information was highly sensitive, so much so that they didn't want to risk it being intercepted. 

"Suspect is female. From the state we found the bodies in, she is believed to be skilled in the use of firearms and edged weapons," the suit droned on as Lucci scanned the document detailing the next rising threat under discussion. The whole thing felt so beneath him. He was ready to delegate it to one of the other CP units when the next piece of information gave him pause. 

"There was a witness to the last incident. The bartender couldn't give us much, but he remembered someone fitting the suspect's description asking about some of the gangs who 'allegedly' participate in human trafficking. He apparently hid in a supply closet during the event. He did not see anything of use, but he claims to have heard her use the name Aisa."

Lucci quickly understood why this was a priority case. The person targeting these gangs started with street level thugs but was moving on to higher members of organized crime. They were following a trail of criminals that would inevitably lead to an elite yet elusive group of government officials and politicians who indulged in many illegal activities, one of which being the keeping of slaves. 

"I've seen a woman fitting this description, and I distinctly remember her mentioning that name."

The older man in a white lab coat standing beside Spandine looked up excited at Lucci's statement.

"I was hoping one of you might," his supervisor smirked. "Anyone else know of a potential lead on the suspect?"

The other agents stayed silent.

He nodded to the older man before addressing the room again. "In that case, the rest of you are dismissed."

Lucci remained seated as the remaining CP unit leaders left the room. Before the door closed, two more employees with the same white coats entered, rolling a cart filled with what looked like medical and mechanical equipment.

"Was it recent? Do you remember it well?" the older man had moved to take the seat next to him.

Lucci sent a questioning look to his superior and the man responded with stern indifference. "Lucci, this is Dr. Vegapunk. You are to answer his questions honestly and adhere to any procedures or testing he requests of you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Lucci replied coldly before turning to address the doctor. "It was fairly recent, within the last few months. I remember it well."

"Excellent! Excellent!" The doctor excitedly ushered over what were clearly his own subordinates and pulled several items from the cart.

He pulled out a black box, the size a bit bulkier and wider than that of a laptop, and flipped it open. Inside, he used a small keyboard to start inputting something Lucci didn't catch. The other two extended four wires from the small machine. They attached each wire to Lucci's head at various points using what they claimed were electrode pads. 

"Now, this won't hurt a bit, but you may feel foggy for a few minutes after. We'll be monitoring your vitals, so there's really nothing to worry about. It's definitely probably perfectly safe," Dr. Vegapunk instructed happily.

"I'm not worried. Just get whatever this is over with so I can continue my scheduled duties," Lucci's scowl was audible with every word.

"Right... Well, let's get into it then." He pressed a large button on the machine. A red light began blinking on the side, and a faint whirring sound could be heard. "We'll start with something simple. I want you to think about everything that happened from the beginning of the briefing to now."

Lucci didn't let his opinion of the annoyingly upbeat doctor deter him. No matter how pointless this exercise seemed, he would always follow orders.

As he began thinking back to the beginning of the briefing, he felt his eyelids getting heavy. 

The red light stopped blinking and remained on. 

Lucci's Private Residence, NWC East District 

Lucci woke up gasping for breath. 

He slowly sat up in bed, allowing the sheet to fall to his waist as he let out a long exhale. That was one he didn't dream of very often. 

His thoughts were muddled as he lazily stood. He was in nothing but a pair of silk boxers, but he didn't bother to even grab a shirt as he made his way out of his room. His next actions had become a standard morning routine, though it wasn't his intention. 

First, he checked his messages. There were no leads on your whereabouts from Cipher Pol, and there was nothing from Trafalgar. 

How disappointing. 

He then checked each room in the house. Your bedroom, the basement, the dining room, the kitchen, and lastly the den. He sighed softly as he confirmed what he already knew. He was awake. This was all real. And you were not there. 

Finally, he made his way to his home office, pressing a button under his desk to reveal a hidden safe in the wall. He input the code and opened the metal door. He brushed aside the other items and pulled out a black metal box labeled "EMR."

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Kid's Body Shop, NWC South District

You were restless.

It was a week after your visit with Law, and the adrenaline and excitement that came with your escape and prospects moving forward were starting to dull. 

Kid was kind enough to give you his room, but you were trapped there each day until the shop closed, unwilling to risk any clients or passersby recognizing you. At least he let you sleep in the bed. He insisted on taking the couch even though you pointed out he was starting to rub his stiff neck on a fairly consistent basis because of it. More than anything though, you appreciated that he seemed not to notice the times that you woke up in the middle of the night startled and wheezing. 

Still, you were grateful. His was twice the size of Killer's room with an en suite to match. You fell into a sort of routine, though you didn't intend to. Each morning, Killer would bring you something different for breakfast along with that day's newspaper. You would then get in a lengthy workout before showering and changing into the least baggy set of clothing they had offered you. The rest of the time you spent waiting for closing proved more difficult for you. You would have loved to keep yourself from overthinking everything, and you did your best to keep busy. Heat gifted you a notebook, which was something, and Wire promised to drop off some books by the end of the week. By now, you were struggling to find things to keep your mind busy. Hell, you even deep cleaned the bathroom. You were questioning whether Kid would be annoyed if you reorganized his closet when you felt something slip out of your pocket. 

You reached for the item and held it carefully between your fingers.

A heaviness filled your chest as your looked down at the picture Sabo gave you. You wanted to see him. You wanted to talk to him, ask him questions, learn things from him. You whined grumpily when the rational side of your brain reminded you that until you meet with Law's friend, it would be too risky. He was one of the more recognizable members of the RA, and anyone noticing a connection between them and Kid's group could put unnecessary attention on them.

You sighed dramatically and sat by the window in Kid's room, looking out at all of the carefree people walking through the streets. As long as Lucci was looking for you, you would never really be free. You wanted your memories back, but you also wanted your freedom. Freedom to live your life and freedom from the man who took it from you.

You wanted to ignore his obsession at the time or write it off as being overprotective after your amnesia, but you couldn't deny it. You knew how he looked at you when he thought you weren't paying attention or how his eyes would roam your body after he had a few drinks. Even looking back at it now, you wanted to believe his tight hold on you was only because he was deceiving you. But the things he said to you before he kissed you the night you ran and the way he begged you rather than killing you at the train station just confirmed what you didn't want to be true.

Even if CP9 stopped looking for you, Lucci wouldn't. And anyone who helped you stay away from him wasn't safe from his wrath. If you were honest with yourself, you weren't sure if you held onto that thought because it was true or because it was a justification for the one thing you wanted almost as much as getting your memories back. 

You wanted to kill him.

As you continued to gaze out the window, certain things started to take your attention. 

A digital billboard in the distance switched to an advertisement for athleticwear, and you found that you couldn't take your eyes off of it. The color was just so damn blue. Your head started to get a bit fuzzy, and you weren't sure what you were feeling. Shortly after, it faded into a different advertisement and your gaze fell back to the street below. You could faintly hear high pitched laughter as your eyes landed on the source. 

You saw a little girl with short brown hair. Instantly, your heart twisted as you were overtaken with fear and grief.

She was facing the other direction, but you could tell she wasn't laughing anymore. She had just been surrounded by a group of similar aged kids, but now she was alone. You felt your heart start beating faster and you parted your lips. 

Was she crying?

You couldn't pull your eyes away. She was looking around franticly for someone. You felt the urge to call out to her, but you also felt like you couldn't breathe. 

You were so lost in the feeling that you didn't notice someone behind you calling out to you until you heard the one word that cut through your trance. 

"Sparrow."

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When you finally turned to face him, the look on your face made him pause.

Kid assumed you were so enthralled with your view out the window because you caught a glimpse of what was about to arrive for you. When you finally took notice of him, you weren't excited or even uplifted in the least. No, you looked confused and scared. The way you looked down at yourself, your eyes traveling over your one hand on the glass of the window and the other on your heart, made it look like you didn't realize what you had been doing. Fuck, was that a tear rolling down your cheek?

He stormed toward you in an instant, yanking you away from the window and looking out at the street below. Nothing within view caught his eye. No criminals or police were anywhere in sight, no one suspicious, no one even loitering nearby. No out of place vehicles parked on the street, and by the look of the few pedestrians casually walking about, nothing of significance had happened. 

He swiftly shut the blinds with a yank of the cord before pulling out his phone. No missed calls, and flipping through his messages again confirmed everything was on schedule. 

"What happened? What were you looking at?" Kid asked as he turned back to you.

"Uh...," you faltered a reply. 

At least you seemed to know he was there this time. 

He was frustrated with your slow response, but he forced himself to wait for you to gather your words. You had moved away from the window, arbitrarily standing in the middle of the room. Your brows remained furrowed as your eyes flit between your hands and some random spot on the carpet. You shook your head briefly and swiped the wetness from your face. "It was just some little girl. I- I don't really know what I was looking at... just felt familiar I guess," your words trailed off at the end, and Kid felt his frown deepen.

He shot Killer a quick text to check the perimeter just in case. 

When he glanced back at you again, you were still looking away from him. You look smaller in a way, afraid and unsure of yourself. You probably needed someone to talk you through whatever emotional shit was knocking around in your fucked up brain. He ought to just text Killer to come up and set you straight while Kid did the sweep himself, but he pocketed his phone instead. 

Kid would normally be the last person to try to deal with this type of thing, but seeing you like that was pissing him off. 

He still had a bit before he showed up, and Kid didn't feel like waiting until after you were done to see you stare him down again. It couldn't be that hard to bring you back to your senses, right?

He walked up to you with appraising eyes. As he moved closer, you kept your gaze low, irritating him further. He opened his mouth to speak but found he had no idea what to say. He gaped at you in silence, his own sudden awkwardness in the situation angering him further until he did the only he knew to do and shoved your shoulder with what might have been more force than necessary. 

You stumbled a few steps back upon the impact, catching yourself before you fell into anything. Your eyes shot up to the redhead, widening in surprise before shifting to a more annoyed expression. 

"What the hell was that for?" You snapped. 

"Quick acting weird."

"I'm not," you denied. 

Kid blew a raspberry into the air at your obviously false claim. "Cryin' over seeing a random kid outside is normal for you?"

"Fuck you. I wasn't crying. My eyes were watering from being stuck in your musty room all day."

"You cleaned this room about every damn day since you got here, so if it's musty, it's your fault." Kid bit his cheek as he tried to suppress a smug grin. You were staring him down hard, no longer meek or afraid. 

That was easier than he thought it would be.

"Hey, I can clean up dust and grime, but there isn't much I can do about the mountain of hair products you spray into the air every morning," you replied coolly.

"Oi! That's not- Quit blaming me for your own shit, woman." Kid growled, suppressing a chuckle when he noticed you pursing your lips to hide your cheeky fucking grin. A cheeky fucking grin that seemed to spread after he stayed quiet too long without hitting you with a comeback. 

Exhaling loudly, Kid changed the subject, satisfied that he got what he wanted but not quite ready to leave you yet, "Anyway, you been asking about a way to help us out for letting you crash. Well, we got something coming up, and we're short a few guys." 

It was almost the truth. It was less about needing more guys and more about keeping a close eye on you. He doubted you'd be half as excited once you found out how little you would really be involved. 

"I can do that," you perked up significantly at the suggestion. "Yeah, you need guys. I can be your guy, -er whatever." You nodded and cracked your knuckles. Kid watched the little remaining unease melt off your features at the thought of anything potentially dangerous or exciting, the exact opposite of how any sane person should react. 

Damn, you were kinda cute when you were getting yourself all fired up. 

"Got something else I think you'll like even more than that. Not sure you deserve it after being an ungrateful brat," Kid teased.

"You literally tried to shove me on the ground," you dismissed quickly. "What is it?" 

"Your friend's coming by to see ya."

"Heat or Wire? It isn't even movie night," you mused happily.

"Heat and Wire are my friends," he corrected.

"Yeah, ok," you chuckled sarcastically. "Who is it then?"

"If you ain't figured it out yet, you're more brain damaged than I thought. You've got him for two hours. Don't make me regret it."

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You could have cried when Sabo handed you a suitcase filled with clothes and shoes in your own size. As thoughtful as that was, having this time alone with Sabo was a much better gift. You agreed to limit your contact with the RA until the heat died down a little. The only reason he was here now was because he already had a scheduled exchange with Kid. You didn't bother asking what they were buying from him or why. Frankly, you couldn't care less. 

Your plans were stalled on getting back your memories until Law's friend was ready to meet. Although you would have preferred remembering your past on your own, you were happy to hear his own memories of your past. 

"So you walked into the conference room wearing an exact replica of Inazuma's outfit - the custom coat, the sunglasses, everything. He just rolled his eyes and tried to keep everyone focused. When Koala walked in a few minutes later to drop off some documents to Dragon, wearing another exact copy of his outfit and acting like nothing was strange about it, he still somehow kept it together. But not one person in the room could keep a straight face when Hack and Karasu walked in, completely straight faced, wearing the same exact getup," Sabo laughed.

"Sounds like they all have an excellent sense of humor," you giggled with him. 

"Yeah, some of us more than others. Those two are definitely the opposite of pranksters. You never did tell me how you got them to agree to it," he sighed as the last of his chuckling died out. 

"Eh, it probably had more to do with them than me. Any attempts at fun at Cipher Pol were swiftly stamped out," you replied casually. 

"What was it like, working as an agent for them?" He asked almost hesitantly. 

You tilted your head, frowning slightly at a spot on the wall. "I don't know. It's weird to think about how I felt then when I know the truth now. Back then, I thought it was the life I chose, but even then I knew it sucked." You gave a half-hearted chuckle, "Most of the other agents wouldn't even give me the time of day outside of missions or training. I never understood why, though I guess at the time, I figured it was because of Lucci. Seems pretty obvious now that it was because I was really just a brainwashed enemy to them."

You ignored the guilty yet concerned look Sabo was giving you as you tried to turn the conversation a bit in another direction. 

"Oh, right. I almost forgot." You walked to the bed and opened the top drawer to the bedside table. You made your way back to Sabo and perched yourself on the armrest of the opposite end of the couch as you handed him a small notebook. "I thought this was the least I could do for you rescuing me or whatever."

Sabo's brows raised slightly as he thumbed through the pages upon pages of information. You tried to write down what you knew, but once you began, you realized that they withheld a lot from you. Still, there were some roughly hand-drawn maps of the levels within headquarters, notes on the types of missions you were privy to, and finally what you knew about the individual members of CP9. 

"Why would they ignore you because of Lucci?" He was trying his best to seem casual, but you could tell he was listening intently for your answer.

"I guess you could say he kept me on a pretty short leash," you began. Sabo watched you patiently, silently urging you to continue. There wasn't really a point in hiding the truth, but it still made you uncomfortable to talk about for some reason. "He was my sensei, in charge of my rehabilitation after I woke up. He kept me on a strict schedule, slept in the room next to mine, trained me everyday. At first, I would only see him once a day. By the end, leaving me alone in my room for a few hours was considered a gift. He would flip if I got banged up after training with another agent." You rolled your eyes and sighed. "He was always watching me. I woke up everyday with him standing in my room, and the way he looked at me when he would drink... The day you saw me on that train was the first time I had ever been outside headquarters without him with me. And that night, he tried to.. Well, he was drinking then too, and..." 

You were starting to get frustrated with yourself now. Why was it so difficult to say this out loud? It's not like you were the one who did anything wrong. It's not like you had anything to be embarrassed about. You didn't want to think about Lucci or about why something as seemingly small as an unwanted kiss was so upsetting to you. What you wanted to do was beat his face in until he had to eat through a straw. The thought gave you enough courage to steel your nerves and force out the words. 

"He trapped me against a wall, whispered bird facts to me, told me I belonged to him, and kissed me," the words left you all in the same breath. "That's when I ran," you added in a much softer voice.

When your eyes moved back to Sabo, his mouth was drawn out in a thin line. His head hung down slightly, allowing his bangs to cover his eyes. It was tough to read his expression, but you could tell that his jaw clenched as much as his fists by his sides. 

It probably should have made you happy, right? To have someone care enough about you to be upset by how you were treated, but you found it hard to keep your eyes on him. Mixed in with his anger was a clearly painful layer of guilt that you found difficult to bare witness to. 

You turned where you sat on the armrest of the couch so your back was to Sabo, then let yourself fall onto your back, bouncing lightly on the cushions. Your eyes wandered over the ceiling, letting him have whatever moment he needed to while your thoughts drifted elsewhere.

After a few minutes, you finally broke the silence. 

"What were... we... to each other?" You asked carefully as you peeked at him from behind a few strands of your hair. 

You didn't even notice just how tensed he was until his shoulders visibly loosened. He lifted his head and let out a deep breath. A small smile graced his face, and you had to push down the fluttering in your stomach when you noticed how handsome he was when he let himself relax. "It was... complicated," he began slowly. His gaze moved aimlessly around the floor until he finally glanced down to gage your reaction.

Ok, you were kind of hoping for more there. 

You wanted to push him, but you could tell he was just trying to find the right words, so despite your instincts, you kept your mouth shut and waited for him to continue.

"We were...," he swallowed hard. "The way I feel about you...," he trailed off again, furrowing his brows in quiet frustration. He finally shook his head and met you head on with a hard gaze. "Living the kind of life we did, we agreed it would be a bad idea to try to carry on with anything serious."

"Oh," was all you could manage to reply. So, there was something but you both stopped it before it could go too far. That made sense. 

"What made you ask that?" A warm hand lightly brushed a few stray hairs from your face as you resist the urge to lean into his touch.

"Uh," you feigned a nonchalant tone as you reply. "I guess I just get these familiar feelings when I look at you."

Sabo let out of breath and even without speaking you could hear his smile. His fingers moved through your hair again, then fell to trace lightly against your cheek, his touch prompting a nervous fluttering in your stomach. 

You tilted your head slightly to look up and him, and when your eyes connected, something shifted.

All of the sudden, you were starting to feel fuzzy. 

Your muscles relaxed, and you felt your hand glide against his as he caressed your face.

Yes, that felt right. That felt familiar.

You held his gaze as you started to sit up, all the while inching closer to where he was seated. You couldn't look away from him if you wanted to. Those blue orbs connected with yours and you could feel yourself being pulled further into him. Closer to him. A tiny voice in the back of your mind was telling you not to let go.

"Is this..." you asked, not fully understanding your own question but also desperate to hear the answer. 

"Ok? yeah," Sabo offered a breathy reply. 

That wasn't quite right. You had no idea what you expected to hear, but you knew he was supposed to say something different. 

This is your chance. The tiny voice grew a bit louder. 

And then your body was moving on it's own. You shifted toward him, never leaving his eyes as you slowly climbed into his lap. You heard a muffled sound. He was telling you something but you couldn't quite hear him. It almost sounded like he was underwater. He was right in front of you, but he felt so far away. Everything did.

His hands found your hips as you reached out to him. His eyes were shining that brilliant blue and it was all you could see.

You felt your hands move to cup his cheeks, and you heard that tiny voice again telling you that this was your chance, only this time with unsettling urgency. But it was difficult to read into what that might mean when the man between your thighs was so beautiful. 

You hummed as you noted the smooth, soft skin in your left hand while tracing the rougher, darkened skin around his scar under your right.

"Is this real... or is this just a..." you heard yourself whisper.

"This is real," a low voice replied, and Sabo smiled softly before giving your hips a reassuring squeeze.

You smiled. 

Yes, that felt right. That's what he was supposed to say.

You leaned forward slowly, only willing to close your eyes as your lips pressed softly into his. This is real, that little voice in your head emphasized, although you still weren't sure why that was so important to you right now. 

It should have surprised you, when you finally pulled back and opened your eyes. Somewhere deep down, you knew this. But your brain was so cloudy now. Your fingers grazed the sides of his face, smooth olive skin under each one of your fingertips. 

This is what you needed.

Your hands fell gently onto his shoulders as you took in the sight of him, the blue you so blindly gravitated towards fading into a greyish black. 

This is what he wanted.

You leaned back in more quickly this time, capturing his lips with renewed fervor and working hard not to smile against him as you heard him let out a small whine. 

This is real.

You kissed him mercilessly, ignoring the scruff of his facial hair that tickled your chin as you tugged at his wavy black hair. His hands started to roam over you as he pulled you flush against his chest. You let your hips shift against him as you felt him growing harder beneath you. 

You refused to let your mind wander to all of the vile, unforgivable things he did to you. That didn't matter right now. The only thing that mattered now was moving forward, getting out of the cycle you were trapped in. 

You moaned into his lips as you continued grinding. You were ashamed of how wet you were getting from pushing your clit against this monster's clothed cock. You began to undo his belt buckle, but he moved a hand to stop you.

You pouted and heard him chuckle softly into your ear. 

That wasn't what was supposed to happen. 

He leaned his head onto your neck while he tried to collect himself, and you shifted so his face was on your left side. You could hear someone speaking again, but everything still sounded so foggy. You ignored the far away voice, and took a few light nips under his ear. You allowed his hands tightening around you to still the movement of your hips, instead focusing on weaving your left hand through his hair and reaching out as far as you could to the side with your right.

Just a few seconds more and you were sure you could reach it...

The next thing you knew, you were on the floor, looking up at a baffled and disheveled Sabo. He was standing over you panting, belt half-way undone, with a look of confusion and worry on his face that only increased as you brought a hand up to candle your pounding head. 

…What the FUCK just happened!?

He opened his mouth to speak but was cut short by a swift knock and opening of the bedroom door.

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No one that knew him would characterize Killer as someone who was easily surprised. Yet somehow, you had been leaving him in such a state on a fairly regular basis since you arrived.  

The blond stopped dead in his tracks upon entering. His eyes darted from you to Sabo and back before shutting the door tightly behind him.

"It's not what it looks like," Sabo began.

Killer crossed his arms over his chest and gave you a long, penetrating look. He watched your expression morph from surprised and confused, to pained and confused, then finally to embarrassed and annoyed. 

"I'm fine. Thanks for dropping that stuff off, Sabo," you finally reassured both men as you hopped up from the floor, a newfound confident and aloof mask covering your features. "He's right. It isn't what it looked like. Just a little misunderstanding. Anyway, I'm gonna go take a shower for totally unrelated reasons."

Sabo called your name pleadingly as you moved toward the bathroom. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm perfectly fine," you assured him again, subtly glancing toward Killer before facing Sabo again. "Can we talk about this later?"

Killer didn't like that. 

They promised to keep you hidden and keep you safe. Ever since Kid filled him in on what you found out from Law, he had been watching you closely. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until this very moment. You were not fine, and it was painfully obvious. What bothered him more though is that you were trying to hide it from him.

Once you finally left the room, Killer cleared his throat to get Sabo's attention. 

"You gonna tell me what happened?" Killer asked.

"I think it's pretty obvious," Sabo sighed in frustration.

"It really isn't."

"We were... reconnecting I guess, but she was pushing too far. I asked her to stop, and then she..." Sabo swallowed looking down at the floor where she had been when Killer walked in, hesitating slightly before finishing his thought. "She kind of threw herself onto the floor."

It made sense. Well, the part about reconnecting did anyway. Anyone with eyes could tell by the way Sabo looked at you that there had been something between you two. You throwing yourself off of the couch seemingly without reason was less believable, though it was exactly how he had found you. 

Killer knew he was holding something back, but the way the gears seemed to be turning in Sabo's head made him fairly certain that it wasn't out of ill intent. It seemed like Sabo himself wasn't sure what to make of it all. 

"You know, you're lucky it was me coming to get you and not Kid. He probably would have killed you before you could explain what happened."

Sabo furrowed his brows. "I didn't hurt her. I would never hurt her."

"I know," Killer said honestly, moving a bit closer. "That's why I didn't kill you."

Sabo gave Killer a hard look, then tilted his head in amused intrigue.

"I'm the one who asked you to take her in, you've only known her a week, and already you would actually kill me if you thought I hurt her?" he mused.

Killer shrugged, "Yep."

Sabo hummed shortly. "The other two that know about her, Heat and Wire, would they do the same?"

"In a heartbeat."

Sabo seemed to think on Killer's words for a few moments before a genuine smile stretched across his cheeks. "I'm glad."

Killer wasn't sure why that would be surprising. You were under their protection, and they took that seriously. If anyone hurt you while you were with them, retaliation was inevitable. They would do that for anyone in your position. That should have been obvious. Sure, they hadn't actually harbored anyone outside of people they were already close with in the past. And sure, they also rearranged a few appointments to make sure all four of them could be at the next movie night with you. Maybe he even went out of his way to buy puff pastry to cook with after you mentioned it. But nothing about that was unusual, right? 

"I should get going," Sabo sighed. It was the agreed upon time he planned to leave, and waiting would only increase his chances of being spotted there. 

"Right, better fix that first though," Killer stated while motioned to the other man's open belt.

Sabo cursed under his breath as he quickly fumbled to make himself presentable.

"Is that what you were doing on the train?" Killer deadpanned.

"I didn't do anything on the train!" Sabo whisper-shouted, mumbling curses again as Killer led him out of the room. "And stop asking my subordinates about it. I don't even know how you got Koala's number, but quit texting her."

Killer's lips pulled up into a slight smile. He would figure it out eventually. 

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Author's Note:

Killer: *sharpens his blades grumpily in the corner.* Author: Killer, you can't be serious. You had your own POV section in this one! Killer: If I'm so important, why haven't you added me to the relationship tags yet? Author: *sinks lower behind computer screen* Sabo: He's not the only one upset, author. Author: Wha- You got your own spicy scene with her though! Sabo: *pulls out a metal pipe.* My own scene? Author: Uhh, well… Sabo: We waited months for this chapter, and you let that overgrown house cat take over half way through? Kid: *adjusts his metal arm menacingly* I'm burning that couch to ash. Author: Ok, wait wait wait. You guys just need to trust me. It's all part of the plan! Lucci: I think it's the best thing you've ever written. Killer/Sabo/Kid: Shut up!

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[charliedawn]

Ohhh, Charliessssss, remember when you made the fanfic where Peter and Kevin hannibal both liked the reader? What if the same dinner happened, but before that, they get to meet the rest of the family, and the family likes the reader how Peter and Kevin like them. The reader is very versatile, with music, Sr. Hannibal likes classical. So while he's listening to it doing whatever he does and like the reader starts singing some of the lyrics. (Not expecting them to know the song) For Hannibal Jr., the reader would love to help him cook, and they would probably dance a little with some fun music in the background. For Morgan, the reader hears him reader and politely ask him if they could join him and listen, saying his voice is nice. Peter and Kevin, they already know the reader from school. The reader is besties with kevin but keeps him in check when he snaps at his family or is being snarky.

Kevin: *fighting with Peter for the umpteenth time* Give it, you little monkey!

Peter: No!

Morgan: *cue an eye roll* Just give it back, kevin

Kevin: Oh, shut up, Morgan

*Reader gets up and slaps him over the head*

Reader: Stop being an asshole and give it. Dirtneck. *Give Kevin the same thing as Peter to stop fighting*

Do you also remember that moment when a reader made little sister reader cry in that one fanfic, and Kevin wouldn't listen to his father? I wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up and listen to his father so badly. 😤

For Peter, the reader is very sweet to him and gives him hugs and likes to make him flustered. The reader knows when he's faking being nice. (Like when he did to capture his s/o and pretend to be hurt to fool them)

And the reader isn't faced by blood or bodies because they like horror movies (the none of the family knows that yet?

At dinner, they all like the reader (and would like them to be their s/o) hopefully.

(Also, could you use the artist, Tyla, for a face claim she's so pretty)

Love you! Have a good day!

(Here you go ! Enjoy. 💜)

You had followed the instructions to the letter and found yourself on Hannibal property. Both Peter and Kevin had been struggling with school and hence, you had proposed to tutor them. But at the time, you hadn’t realised the lions’ den you would be stepping into.

You came up to the door and knocked. The door opened and a nicely-dressed gentleman appeared.

"To whom do I owe the pleasure ?" He asked—his deep brown eyes giving you a careful once over.

"Y/N. Y/N L/N, sir. I am here to tutor Peter and Kevin." You replied with a smile and Hannibal Jr. stared at you curiously for a few seconds before wordlessly letting you step inside.

"Of course. We were expecting you. Come on in."

You obliged and stepped inside. But, you were rendered speechless by the immensity and the beauty of the place. It was literally carved in mahogany and black and white marble. You looked up and there was a legit glass dome covering the ceiling. HOW RICH WERE THESE PEOPLE ?!

You shook your head when the man with the elegant suit and the charming smile returned with a tray of homemade chocolates that he place in front of you.

"Kevin and Peter should soon be downstairs. Anything you would like to drink before the session begins ?" He asked politely and you smiled back.

"Hum…Water, please ?"

He nodded.

"Of course. I shall be right back."

As you waited in the grand sitting room, your eyes wandered across the opulent space, taking in the intricate designs and sheer extravagance once more. The Hannibal mansion was more like something out of a gothic horror novel than a home, and yet, it didn’t faze you. After all, you had seen your fair share of horror films, and this place—while eerie—was nothing compared to some of the haunted houses on screen.

Your train of thought was interrupted when Kevin and Peter came tumbling down the stairs, already bickering.

"I told you not to touch it, you little gremlin !" Kevin snapped, his dark eyes flashing with annoyance.

Peter held onto some kind of red stone, his blonde curls bouncing as he stuck out his tongue. "And I told you I found it first, so it's mine."

Kevin made a lunge for Peter, but you quickly intervened, stepping in with a firm, playful slap to the back of Kevin’s head. "Stop being an asshole, Kev. It’s not that serious."

Kevin rubbed the back of his head, shooting you a glare that was more annoyed than angry. "Wha—?! What are you doing here ? Who let you in ?! And why are you always siding with him, Y/N ?"

"I'm siding with common sense," you said, rolling your eyes before taking the red stone from Peter. "Here. Mine. Now, both of you stop acting like children."

Peter grinned, clearly pleased with the outcome, while Kevin muttered under his breath.

"Fine, fine. But only because you asked," Kevin finally said begrudgingly.

"Right, because you're such a martyr," you teased.

Just then, Hannibal Jr. returned with your water, his gaze flicking between the three of you with mild amusement. "I see you're already keeping the peace. That is a rare talent around here."

You smiled, taking the glass from him. "I have a lot of practice."

Kevin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue as Peter stuck close to you, practically beaming. It was clear Peter already adored you, not just as a tutor but as someone he could rely on. He tried to look tough, but you knew how soft he could be, especially when you gave him attention. You ruffled his curls affectionately, and he blushed, looking away to hide his flushed cheeks.

"Y/N, you're embarrassing me…" Peter mumbled, though he didn’t move away from your touch.

Hannibal Sr. entered next, his presence commanding yet elegant, and you instinctively straightened up. He was an intimidating figure, but as he approached, his eyes seemed to soften slightly. His gaze landed on you, appraising, but there was something about your calm demeanor that intrigued him.

"You must be Y/N," he said in his deep, cultured voice. "Peter and Kevin speak highly of you."

"Thank you, sir," you replied, flashing him a polite smile. "It’s a pleasure to meet you all."

They all smiled before your session with the Hannibal brothers started. You gave them exercises to do and gave them time to do them before explaining their mistakes and giving them each individual tasks and exercises to do. You asked Kevin to exercise breathing techniques before oral exams so he may control his nervousness and not be as snappy about criticism. For Peter, you decided to give him texts to read aloud and also, ask him to write in a journal to exercise his pen writing. Once done, you asked if you could stay a little bit and look around—as you had never seen such a beautiful house. They agreed.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself slipping seamlessly into the Hannibal household dynamic. At one point, you wandered into the grand study, hearing the soft strains of classical music playing in the background. Hannibal Sr. sat at his desk, a book in hand, but you could tell he was deeply immersed in the music. The familiar notes of "Lacrimosa" from Mozart’s Requiem filled the room, and without thinking, you softly began to hum along.

When you started singing the actual latin lyrics, Hannibal Sr. raised an eyebrow, not expecting anyone else to know the piece so well. He didn’t comment, but there was a small, approving nod. You had caught his attention and he approved of you—as a worthy tutor for his children.

Later, when you moved into the kitchen, you found Hannibal Jr. preparing dinner. You asked if you could help, and to your surprise, he accepted the offer. The two of you worked side by side, chopping vegetables and stirring pots, the atmosphere surprisingly light. A fun, upbeat tune played on the radio, and in a rare moment of levity, Hannibal Jr. twirled you around the kitchen, his reserved demeanor cracking just slightly as he chuckled. He then invited you to stay for dinner.

Morgan, the ever-serious one, was in the library, reading aloud to himself when you found him. His voice had a deep, soothing quality, and you asked if you could join him. "Your voice is nice," you said with a genuine smile, causing him to pause for a moment. He wasn’t used to receiving compliments like that, especially not about something as simple as his voice. But he obliged, allowing you to sit with him as he read, the two of you sharing a quiet, intellectual moment.

When dinner was finally ready, the entire family gathered around the table. Peter sat beside you, leaning into your side as you gave him a quick hug, whispering something teasing to make him flustered. He blushed furiously, stammering a response, while Kevin, across the table, grinned and nudged you with his foot under the table, clearly enjoying Peter’s reaction.

As the meal progressed, you could feel the eyes of the Hannibal family on you—not with suspicion, but with interest. Each of them had found something about you they liked. You were adaptable, versatile, and somehow, you managed to fit into their strange, chaotic world with ease.

Hannibal Sr. raised his glass at one point, his voice smooth and composed as he spoke. "To our guest, Y/N, who has proven to be an excellent tutor." His eyes gleamed with something deeper, something approving, and you realized that this dinner had become more than just a simple meeting. It was a test—and you had passed.

As the family toasted to you, you couldn’t help but smile. Whatever you had gotten yourself into, one thing was clear: the Hannibals liked you, and whether you realized it or not, they each wanted you to stick around for a long, long time.

As the evening drew to a close, the tension at the table grew thick between Peter and Kevin. What had started as a few playful jabs escalated into something more heated. Peter, with his wide, puppy-dog eyes, had been clinging to your side for most of the night, clearly loving the attention you gave him. Kevin, on the other hand, had been throwing snide comments Peter's way all evening, barely containing his frustration.

It finally boiled over when Peter leaned in a little too close to you, and Kevin, not having any of it, snapped.

"Can you stop clinging to her like a leech, Peter ?" Kevin growled from across the table. "She’s here to tutor us, not babysit you."

Peter puffed out his chest, glaring at Kevin. "She’s my tutor too, Kevin ! You’re just mad because she doesn’t let you act like a jerk."

"That’s not—" Kevin stood up, his dark eyes flashing dangerously as he pointed across the table at Peter. "You’re acting like a little kid. She’s not interested in you like that !"

"At least I don’t treat her like dirt !" Peter shot back, standing up as well.

The argument escalated from there, with both brothers bickering loudly, trying to one-up each other. You groaned inwardly, unsure of how to defuse the situation this time. It wasn’t uncommon for them to bicker, but this felt different—more intense, like both were trying to win your approval.

"Kevin, Peter, enough !" you said, standing up from your seat, but they barely heard you over their arguing.

Morgan rolled his eyes from the other side of the table, sighing in exasperation. "This is ridiculous. Can’t you two go five minutes without acting like idiots ?"

Kevin shot Morgan a glare. "Stay out of it."

That’s when Hannibal Jr. stood up, his presence immediately silencing the room. His calm, measured voice cut through the tension. "Boys, sit down. Now."

Both Peter and Kevin looked momentarily chastised, though they didn’t sit. The argument was still simmering under the surface. You could see it in the way they kept sneaking glances at each other, daring one another to start something again.

Hannibal Jr. turned to you, his gaze softening slightly. "Y/N, I will drive you home. It’s getting late."

You nodded, more than ready to leave after the chaos. You gathered your things and followed Hannibal Jr. to the door, the air between Peter and Kevin still crackling with unresolved tension.

As you walked out to the car, Hannibal Jr. opened the passenger door for you, ever the gentleman. Once you were seated, he walked around to the driver’s side and started the engine. The drive was quiet for a few moments, the hum of the engine filling the silence.

Then, after a while, Hannibal Jr. broke the silence, his voice low and calm. "…I deeply apologise for my nephews’ behavior tonight." He glanced at you, his usually composed features tinged with a hint of regret. "Here is the promised money." He reached into his coat and handed you an envelope, which you took hesitantly.

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, he continued, "I would understand if you would not come back to teach them. They have put our family to shame tonight. But, they are good boys," he added, his voice softening even more, "They are just very young and impulsive."

You held the envelope in your lap, looking out of the window for a moment as you processed his words. There was an undeniable weight to his apology, a sense that this wasn't just about tonight. It was about the expectations that came with being part of a family like theirs—expectations that Peter and Kevin had yet to fully grasp.

"I…It's okay," you finally said, glancing at him. "They’re not bad kids. They just need someone to keep them in line."

Hannibal Jr. gave a faint smile, his eyes flicking over to you briefly before returning to the road. "Perhaps. But it shouldn’t be your responsibility. They’ll learn… eventually."

The rest of the drive was peaceful, and by the time you arrived at your place, the earlier tension had faded into the background. Hannibal Jr. parked in front of your house and turned to you one last time, his expression sincere.

"Thank you, Y/N, for your patience tonight. I do hope this won’t dissuade you from coming back."

You smiled back at him, giving a small nod. "I’ll think about it."

He seemed satisfied with that and gave you a polite nod before watching you head inside. You weren’t entirely sure what you had gotten yourself into with the Hannibals, but you knew one thing for certain: you weren't running away just yet. You smirked and chuckled to yourself.

You were definitely coming back…

[raymondepines]

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“Hey, Optimus! Happy Father's day!” Bumblebee’s voice rang to Megatron’s audio receptors. Optimus had received a video over to his communicator, and it was from Bumblebee. 

“Happy Father’s day!” Arcee greeted on the video as well, she made a brief appearance behind Bee. 

“I’m sorry for a late greeting, I’ve been stuck at Malto’s the whole day. The Maltobots needed my help to make the day perfect, so I stayed to help. But I will never forget to remember you on this day! See you tomorrow, Prime sir!”

Before the video reached to end, the voices of the Terrans and their human family shouted and greeted Optimus happy father’s day. Bee knelt down to Mo, who was apparently signing him to kneel down for her. Mo appeared on the video.

���Mom said we can say that, even if you’re not our dad, but you are still a dad! At least to Bee!” Mo said with a wide smile.

“Bye, Mr Optimus!” with that, the video ended.

Optimus chuckled to himself. He replied to Bumblebee’s video with a brief text message, thanking him, Arcee and the whole Malto family. Megatron walked over to Optimus’ right side; “Cutting it quite close this year. The day is almost over.” 

Optimus sent his reply and facing Megatron he said: “It doesn’t matter. These things are something you know, even if no one says anything.” 

“Actually, I, too.. received a greeting today”, Megatron mumbled, trying to appear cool about it, but Prime saw the glimmer in his optics. 

“Oh?” Optimus asked, tell me more, and Megatron answered; “Young Twitch called me earlier today. She… told me, happy father’s day, even if I am far from being one to her.”

“You may not be a father to her the same way Alex Malto is, or even as far-fetched as Wheeljack. But those bonds also prove to us that being family doesn’t mean biological connection”, Optimus explained, and Megatron hummed thoughtfully. 

“Yes, I understand that. I guess… I never expected to mean this way to anyone”, Megatron confessed. 

Optimus smiled for him. Megatron had come a long way from when he was still a Decepticon leader; back in those days, he would’ve never thought the way he did now, never admitted those kinds of feelings out loud. Optimus felt joy in his spark. 

Megatron and Optimus both turned to look at the beautiful scenery that opened in front of them. Witwicky was a beautiful place, and the sun setting painted the world purple and pink. Both of them took a deep breath and let their optics rest on that beautiful view. 

“I also consider you family, Megatron, and I-”

“Don’t say it, Prime, or you might grow on me.” 

Prime chuckled; “I already have, old friend. I just wish to remind you of how much I cherish you, and what we have.” 

Megatron averted Prime’s gaze for a moment before he looked at him from the corner of his eyes. Megatron was struggling with words, he still wasn’t used to being treated like Optimus spoke and thought of him. 

“I… can’t say it back yet”, Megatron admitted, defeated, and looked down at his feet. Optimus smiled dearly to him; “I know. It is okay.” 

“But-” Megatron added, lifting a hand on Prime’s shoulder.

“I… you know.”

“I know”, Optimus hummed. 

Megatron didn’t need to say it back. Actions spoke volumes, and Megatron was shouting to Optimus the same words he just said to him. Optimus and Megatron shared eye contact, and both of them smiled. There was still much healing to do, and not only for Megatron. Optimus would wait for him for all of eternity, and even longer.

“Megatron? I often find myself thinking of how wrong we could’ve gone, had we not stopped the war.”

“Why waste time on something like that?”

“I can’t say. Maybe it is the fact of how good things are, and how bad they could be. Maybe the idea that in the countless other universes, things are far, far worse. Do you think that, maybe, there are more universes like ours? Where we do not have to fight? Where we are brothers and sisters, not divided by factions or anything else?” 

“Like you said, Prime… There are countless universes. Some ought to be as good as this one.” 

Optimus smiled and sighed contently. He narrowed his optics and hummed; “Yes. Some ought to be.” 

[holly-natnicole]

Explanations for why I did the Cinnamon Roll Meme this way:

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll — Emily, coz she's a genuinely caring person towards strangers & acquaintances & her loved ones (but can stand up to her loved ones if she knows they've done something objectively wrong); Charlie, coz she's a genuinely caring person towards strangers & acquaintances & her loved ones (but can get dangerous when she absolutely needs to); Angel Dust, coz he's loyal & (in his own way) nice to his friends; Mimzy, coz her friendship with Alastor is sincere; Carmilla, coz she's a good mum & (although harsh) a good teacher.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you — Adam, coz he gleefully committed genocide despite being an angel with a very human face; Lilith, coz she gives me the vibe of being a scarier & more socially savvy version of Charlie; Niffty, coz she's tied with Charlie & Emily for the position of most adorable fictional character in 'Hazbin Hotel' (2024) yet killed Adam; Susan, coz she reminds me of my granny 'til she opens her mouth (then she reminds me of my "Mister Perfect Golden Child" cousin by being a cantankerous bitch!! *grins in joy* I love Susan); Vox, coz he seems like a nice guy 'til he opens his mouth (oh look, another character who's like my aforementioned cousin; no wonder I love Vox).

Looks like they could kill you, is a cinnamon roll — Sir Pentious, coz he's an adorable dork despite his somewhat scary appearance both as a demon & as an angel; Lucifer, coz he's an adorable dork despite his somewhat scary appearance both as a fallen angel & as a demonic fallen angel; Husk, coz he's a tough love giving sincerely good grump who is unapproachable 'til you get to know him (1 of my aunts in a nutshell); Rosie, coz she's genuinely nice despite being a somewhat scary-looking cannibal; Velvette, coz she's ready to instigate a war & wears skull earrings yet is a good friend to the other two Vees.

Looks like they could kill you, could actually kill you — Lute, coz she was Adam's lieutenant & became the new leader of the exorcists and is a very violent person who gleefully committed genocide; Valencia (named Vaggie in canon, which I treat in my Hazbin Hotel Alternate Multiverse timeline fanfic as solely a name Adam gave her when she joined the exorcist army then she started going by her original name again when she met Charlie), coz she does seem unapproachable 'til you get to know her (the auntie I mentioned earlier would probably adore this awesome lesbian) yet is willing to kill anyone who she deems a threat to her loved ones & used to commit genocide; Alastor, coz he's the Radio Demon who broadcast his carnage of many overlords to all of Hell and anyone can tell at first glance he's not very trustworthy; Cherri Bomb, coz she has a troublemaker vibe that makes it unsurprising when she kills someone in front of you; Valentino, coz he (much like the other 4) doesn't even bother trying to hide how dangerous he is. Honourary mentions who aren't in the pictures — Katie (who threatened to kill Charlie in the Pilot) & Sera (who intentionally let genocide happen).

Almost all of these 22 characters are my Favourites!! Number 1 most Fave is a tie between Emily, Charlie, and Valencia; Nr. 2 is a tie between Niffty, Alastor, Lucifer, Sir Pentious, Husk, Angel Dust, & Cherri Bomb; Nr. 3 is a tie between Adam, Lute, Carmilla, & the Vees; Nr. 4 is a tie between Sera, Mimzy, Rosie, Susan, & Katie.

Anyhoo, I hope people enjoy the meme!!

[familyoffood]

🩸Fixing a Radio (RadioSnake fanfic)🩸

🩸warnings: mentioned blood🩸

“Well according to the-”

*STATIC!!*

“That is correct, it must be-”

*ZIPPY ZAP!!*

“You can say that-”

*CRACK!!*

What the hell?  Why was Alastor’s radio making those sounds?  Sir Pentious had been transporting his tools from the downstairs to his room when he heard a strange sound from Alastor’s room.  In the room, besides the usual deer hides on the walls, bloody paintings, and a large bed.  A singular table stood in the middle of the room, holding upon it a radio.  The radio was talking like it usually did, except…it kept on glitching very well…dramatically.  

“Hm…it musssst be broken,” Sir Pentious hissed, approaching the radio with his toolbox in hand.  

It looked pretty battered up, covered in dust and dirt, dried blood, along with a few dents in it.  The noises were coming from the fence-like laid wires that had a hole in it.  Pentious was well…surprised that the radio was so badly damaged.  He placed his tool box down next to the table and opened it, turning to the radio while holding a screwdriver.

(A bit later)

Alastor hummed to himself as he walked down the hall, which was past his room.  His ears turned though to pick up the sound of banging in his room, only for him to turn to see the one and only Sir Pentious in the room.  Pentious was doing well…something to the radio, Alastor wasn’t sure what though.  Was he working for the Vees still?  Oh that dumb little TV headed man…thinking that he could sneak information from Alastor..again.  Sir Pentious hadn’t noticed Alastor until he was practically on top of him and his voice rang out, “Well, hello there my dear!”

Pentious almost dropped the tool that he was holding, flinching and turning around to see Alastor gazing at him, basically face to face.  Alastor narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, as if examining Sir Pentious for anything out of the ordinary.  Alastor’s head made a snap sound when it turned, as if something had popped back into place or out of it.

“A-alassstor!  I-I was just uh-  Well you see-  I’ll start from the beginning!  This morning I woke up and- no no, too far back-  I was walking down the hallways of the hotel and I couldn’t but uh notice you're beaten up- I mean FANTASTIC radio needed some help- a-assistance!” Pentious began to explain, tripping over his own words such as tripping over a rope on the ground.

Alastor couldn’t pay attention to what the snake demon was saying, and instead…he turned and looked at the radio, moving around Pentious to examine it.  Oh wow!  It was almost brand new, just like how you would see it on picture shows.  Alastor listened to how it played a normal broadcast, it did not glitch or crack like it had been!  

“Well, did you do this?” Alastor gestured to the radio with his staff, extending his plastering smile.

“U-um…yes?” Sir Pentious was confused and a bit worried still, twiddling his thumbs as he waited.

“Oh my!  Seems like I misjudged you my dear friend!” Alastor smiled, his voice filled with genuine delight rather than anger or sarcasm.

…huh?

Now Sir Pentious was even more confused, yet picked up his tool box and smiled at Alastor, “Y-you’re welcome Sir!”

He walked out of the room, leaving Alastor to marvel at how beautiful that slithering being had made his radio.  Alastor thought to himself for a moment, resting his finger on his chin.  Sir Pentious was always talked down to by everyone, even Charlie did it on occasion when Pentious was just trying to prove his worth.  He smiled more though as he had a thought.  With a swish of his staff, a small shadow minion appeared, almost giving a cat-like appearance as it gazed up at Alastor.

“My small minion, I need you to follow that slithering friend of ours.  Don’t let yourself be seen and stay in his shadow,” Alastor’s sharp yellow teeth almost glowed as he thought to himself.

The minion nodded, melting into a shadow on the floor and following where the snake demon had disappeared off to.  Gazing at the radio…Alastor felt something…maybe it was happiness for the demon?  Ugh, it felt sticky and warm, and not in the ‘eating other humans’ type of way.  Well…no matter…it would go away he supposed.

But it probably never did.

[slutforsnow]

Health and Hell

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

A/N: Genuinely love how much attention these are getting ty and ily everyone 😭🫶🏼 reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated but not required🫶🏼 (please gimme some fanfic title suggestions in the asks or inbox!/nf)

Summary//Joseph and Violet bonding before his diagnosis & death (I haven't hit episode 4 yet cause I keep rewatching Billy calling out Henry for stealing from Kathleen im sorry 😭)

Cw// foreshadowing Joseph's death, Billy being his own warning again, Billy being emotionally not there, talk of death, whore mention

Billy stood by Mr. Upson, waiting for Violet. He had asked her yesterday to stop by and watch over Joseph while his ma worked, and he was at the ranch until he could get the doctor to come look at him about his nasty cough. He trusted Violet more than anyone, aside from his ma, to look after Joe and considering Antrim was nowhere to be found, he knew that Violet would be a better choice.

"Good mornin' sir, mornin' Billy," came her voice, and Billy looked up. He looked puzzled to see her in a dress. Her bright red hair was in a braid, which was in some kind of bun, and being held together by a dark pastel green ribbon. Her hair and eyes were complimented by her different shades of pastel green dress, which made her look quite beautiful.

"Mornin', Violet," He greeted, turning to her and taking off his hat in respect towards her. "Mr. Upson, this is Violet Evans. Violet, this is Mr. Ash Upson—he's takin' me to a rancher, Billy Matthews, to see about a job."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Upson," Violet replied, smilin politely to him as she shook his hand after he took off his hat in respect to her as well.

"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Evans," Upson said with a gentle smile.

Billy smiled faintly at the two before leading Violet to meet Kathleen. He found her getting her shoes on and smiled a little more; seeing his ma always made him smile no matter the consequences.

"Ma, this is Violet—she's gonna watch over Joe til we can get the doctor," He said when she looked up.

Violet smiled and waved to Kathleen. "Hi, ma'am."

"Oh, why hello, Violet. I thought you weren't coming until later, but thank you so much for acceptin' to look after Joseph," Kathleen said with a gentle yet worrisome smile. She didn't want to feel like she was putting pressure on a girl that she barely knew.

"I'm just happy to help," Violet reassured with a gentle nod as the two led her upstairs to Billy and Joseph's room.

The harsh hacking and coughing almost brought tears to Violet's eyes. She hated seeing little kids sick—it made her heart hurt because no kid should deserve to suffer to painfully. Violet grimaced a little, remembering how she lost one of her friends to consumption (she was also whores but that wasn't what killed her).

"Hey, Joe."

The sudden appearance of Billy's voice, sound soft and comforting, snapped Violet out of her memory of her friend. She watched from the threshold as Billy told Joseph about Violet and he soon gestured for her to come in.

She walked into the room, sitting in the now empty chair.

Billy and Kathleen left the pair to head off to work and the ranch, leaving them in complete silence.

"Hey, Joseph," Violet greeted softly, brushing some of his dark hair from his face. Her tone was much calmer and collected compared to how she spoke the day before—it wasn't rough and tough. It was gentle and ladylike.

"Hi, Ms. Evans..." The young boy responded before falling into a series of hacking coughs once more. Violet wanted to hold this poor boy and hug him tightly. He was too sweet, too young.

"No need to call me Ms. Evans, buddy. You can just call me Violet," She commented, putting the wet rang, which she had seen on the tin tub on the dresser, on his forehead to hopefully help with his fever.

After a few moments if silence, Joseph spoke up.

"Billy would like you as his girl. Real pretty lookin'; you look real tough too," He murmured, earning a soft giggle from the older woman.

"What makes you say that I'm tough?" She inquired, smiling a bit*

"Those cuts along your nose, Vi. Only a real tough girl would have her scars out in the open."

Violet's smile faded for a moment. She forgot to hide her scars.

"Oh- why thank you, Joe." Her voice was still gentle and soft, not wanting to make him think he made her angry or upset.

As the hours went on, the two had grown close. Joseph was telling her about stories of his life with Billy and Kathleen. She was telling him tales of how she'd grown up in Silver City, aside from her trauma, and how she'd sometimes dress as a boy to play poker and help Jesse with work instead of waiting for some marriage proposal from some sleazy guy.

Joe was having more fun talking with Violet than he'd ever had since his family left New York. He felt happy, even with his awful coughs and occasional vomiting.

[waffles-art-writing]

One Hell Of A First Mission - Task Force 141!Platonic x F!Reader - JOKER

Summary: The very first mission you (JOKER) go on with Task Force 141, you end up clearing a house and finding the one person you need to find wasn’t there anymore. You’re then quickly flown out to meet the Los Vaqueros which results in you jumping off a cliff and being helped out by the one person you wish you never had to work with again. (THIS FOLLOWS THE LINES OF THE START OF THE COD:MWII 2022. And is before the events of JOKER and the previous parts)

Proof Read: NOPE

Pairing: Task Force 141!Platonic x Female!Reader

WordCount: 5k

Age Rating: 16+ preferably

Codename: JOKER

KEY: Y’all should know this by now… Y/N - Your Name so on and so forth

Warning/Info: Normal COD Stuff, Guns, violence, swearing, depiction of action, horrible writing on my part. Kinda a slow burn but it is the back story of how JOKER join the 141. Philip Graves gets his own fuckin’ warning. Sorry not sorry. A lot of time skips, because I’m following the plot of the game for this one the next chapters coming!

PLEASE READ THE PREVIOUS PARTS TO GET A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF JOKER! (If you want) This does take place before the events of JOKER and the previous parts.

Previous Parts can be found here: MASTERLIST (And other things I’ve written)

TagList: @studywithrosie01 Sorry for tagging you but you’ve shown so much love for this series so I thought I should tag for you this part! I hope you don’t mind! And @robins-fanfics (I hope I got the right user name lol) (Tell me if you want to be added or taken off the tag list for this series!)

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Your boot taps the ground rapidly, hands curled around the gun in your lap. “Calm down kid, they aren’t that scary” Price states, you’ve known him for a long while. He’s practically your dad at this point, he helped you throughout your career in the military. Pushed you to your limit to get you into the SAS which you’re beyond thankful for, yet right now you’re wondering if that was a bright idea. You’re meeting up with the Lieutenant of the Task Force that Price has made. You were the first one to meet Laswell in person, she had a nice, friendly smile but you could tell she is tough as nails. “I know Captain, but… he’s ‘The Ghost’ the man everyone is scared of, he bloody appears outta nowhere!” You state, looking over at the bearded man, he shakes his head lightly. “Well, you’ll be following his lead for now kid. He’s being instructed by Shepherd on this mission” you sigh at hearing this, you’ve had a few run-ins with the US military a few times. They couldn’t understand your accent for the life of them, that’s one of the many cons from living in a household with multiple accents under one roof.

You have no clue what this mission is going to be like, you’re meeting up with another man apparently. He’s meeting you and Lieutenant Riley at the tarmac, just as you’re scheduled to fly out. You can’t help the nerves that are filling your energy, the jitters of anticipation and the fear of what is to come next. “I’ll see you soon kid, stay safe” Price states, drawing you out of your running mind. You nod to him as you give him a fist pump, a light head bump. You two have always done that, a fist pump which turns into a light head bump of good luck, and see you soon. You never part ways without it.

You steel your nerves as you walk out onto the air field, catching a plane to meet up with the Lieutenant and the new guy. Not sure what to expect of your new team mates when you meet them, or how they operate. But there’s excitement bubbling in your veins.

———

“So you’re the new kid?” A grumbly voice sounds out from behind you. Spinning on your heel you come face to face with the signature skull of Lieutenant Riley. “Yes Sir” you state, not breaking eye contact, even though the cold sweat dripping down the back of your neck is screaming at you to run. “Come on then” he states, walking past you, his large frame towering over you, gulping back the nerves you trot after him. Quickly falling into step with the man.

The engine and blades of the chopper are loud, the wind it’s creating ruffling your jacket as you stand next to the Lieutenant. Both of you have stopped when an armoured vehicle with a bunch of soldiers in the back pulled up. Ghost was talking with Shepherd, “The Sergeant?” Ghost questions, he knew you were coming but didn’t know himself and another person were going to be leading this operation. Your interest piqued when you hear him say that. You subconsciously readjust the balaclava that’s on your face slightly, the sinister joker-like smile staring at anyone who looks. You watch as men jump off the armoured vehicle, waiting to see who is this new Sergeant that’s going to be leading you and other men into a war zone with the Lieutenant.

A man in a dark jacket approached you both as soon as he jumped off the vehicle. A smirk on his face already. “Let’s get ourselves a win, yeah L.T?” He states, bumping the Lieutenant’s shoulder with his fist. “Save ya a seat, sir…” you watch the exchange with raised brows, the black war paint around your eyes cracking slightly. The man nods to you too, the smile back on his face as he jogs off towards the chopper. “See you on the Chopper, Lieutenant” you state, quickly following the Sergeant. You hear a faint “Fucking Hell…” from behind you, a short snort leaving you as you jump onto the ramp. Looking for a seat. Waving from the corner of your eye catches your attention, it’s the Sergeant. You smile under your mask as you make your way over, throwing yourself into the seat.

“They call me Soap!” He states, holding his hand out to you, you take his hand with a firm grip. “Joker! Good to meet ya!” You notice the Scottish accent, it’s interesting to hear one compared to all the English accents you hear on a daily basis. Your nerves have been drowned out by the adrenaline rushing through your veins. This Soap seems to have a good energy about him, you could get used to this.

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“Bravo team offloads here. Alpha team stays on board to land down range. Both teams meet in the middle. Remember, we want Hassan alive, but this is capture or kill” the Lieutenant states as he approaches the ramp that is lowering to let Brave team out. Both you and Soap stand to follow Ghost, you flick down your night vision as soon as you step out. You snicker lightly at hearing Ghost saying “Keep up Soap” honestly surprised he didn’t say that to you instead.

You kneel in the grass, out of the way of the chopper as it takes off to drop Apha team off down range. You jog after Lieutenant Riley, keep a few paces behind him. Your sniper rifle in your hands as your Semi Automatic is strapped to your back. You hear the radio chatter of the chopper in your ear, it’s louder than the blood rushing through your veins as you weave through the ruins of a stone building. You're zoned in on the mission, keeping your eyes peeled for anything and everything.

Suddenly you hear the frantic calls from the chopper, the whooshing hissing sound of a RPG being launched echoes through the night. The flares are not helping the chopper for the second missile. You come to a halt at the top of the small hill, the ground shakes form the impact of the aircraft plummeting into the ground. “Shit…” you curse under your breath, your knee digging into the dirt below you as Soap crouches down on your right and Ghost on your left. “Alpha, what’s your status?” Ghost asks over the comms, the crackling sound of coughing breaks through the haze. “Alpha, how copy?…” Ghost pushes for an answer. “Shit…” you curse under your breath. You block out the conversation over the comms, raising the Sniper up. Watching the flames lick the ground like a hungry beast, another missile hitting the chopper along with countless bullets raining down onto the downed bird.

“Ghost we need to secure the crash site now” Soap calls, his eyes moving from the chopper to the Lieutenant. “First, we clear for Hassan, that takes the heat off Alpha. Then we secure the crash site. Clear?” The timbre of Ghost’s voice cuts through the air like a knife. “Roger that.” Both you and Soap reply. “Let’s move” as soon as his words leave his mouth, you’re off your knees immediately, quickly falling in behind Ghost. Your boots hit the hard earth like thunder on the horizon, your rifle up and ready. You weave around small bushes, following Ghost through the low walls of what looks like a garden. “Force up to the house” his command is clear as you branch off to the side, Soap filling the gap between you and Ghost. You position yourself on the other side of the door, looking down the scope of your rifle. You glance up at Ghost and nod to him, he nods back to you and Soap. You hear the muffled yells of  “Kill all that they send here!” From the other side of the door. “Breacher Up” Ghost calls as he swings the heavy breacher into the wooden door.

—— Time Skip —— Mission With Los Vaqueros —

Your heart is thumping in your ears as you groan, pushing yourself to your hands and knees. “You good lass?” Soap questions, both of you just dropped down to a ledge on the side of a cliff. It has a hearty drop. You’re following a few of the men who work for Alejandro. Ghost is watching from above you, Alejandro with him. “Y-Yeah..” you cough, gripping your gun tightly as you turn around. “Oh hell no” you state, seeing the gap between the ledge you’re on and the one you have to jump to. Alejandro says something about cutting school and playing around these parts when he was younger. “Until the cartels moved in?” Soap quips before taking a running leap onto the ledge in front of you. Alejandro and Ghost jump down, quickly cutting in front of you and Soap. They easily shuffle along the small ledge on the side of the cliff, backs pressed against the wall as they move along it, you swallow down the nerves in your throat. Soap goes ahead of you, followed by Rodriguez - one of Alejandro's men - then you follow after. Your hands shake as you shuffle along the wall. Then the sound of a bullet flying past your head into the rock wall behind you makes you freeze. Ghost yells something that you don’t process as you watch Rodrigues get shot multiple times. His body falling away from the cliff, rag dolling down.

“JOKER MOVE IT!” Soap yells, ducking when a bullet flys over head. You shake your head free of fog, quickly shuffling most the way, taking the risk of leaping to the ledge. You do a tactical roll when you hit the ground, sliding up onto your knees. Breathing heavily, you don’t get a chance to breathe, Soap already pulling you up by your arm. You push yourself up onto the ledge that's higher, running after Soap and Alejandro. Ghost right on your heels. You throw yourself off the ledge onto the one that's lower, landing on your feet, stumbling into a sprint again. Rifle gripped tightly in your hands. You watch Soap disappear behind the lip of the ledge, realising you're gonna have to slide. Your hand falls behind you as you stick one of your legs out to brace yourself while sliding down the rough rock face, thankful you're wearing gloves and thick cargo pants. You stand just behind the others as they stand at the edge of the cliff, Ghost sneers out a “You led us to a dead end, mate.” You internally curse Alejandro.

Your blood runs cold when you see the Mexican soldier launch himself off the cliff, yelling out “We jump from here!”. “WHAT THE FUCK!” You yell, quickly looking over the ledge. “Don’t lose your weapon” he yells just before he lands in the water. “Your turn, Sergeant!” Ghost states, both you and Soap look between each other. “See ya down there, Lass.” He quips, doing a two finger salute before jumping. You back away from the ledge slightly, your head whips towards the Lieutenant. “Go kid, there’s no time! We stay here, we’re dead. Now jump!” you gulp as you tighten your grip on the rifle, you take a running leap off the ledge. You plunge into the icy water, your eyes screwing shut just before the impact. You quickly resurface, the water soaking the balaclava. Not helping with breathing, your breathing is heavy as you tread water. “You good, hermanos?” Alejandro asks. “Affirm” Ghost states, he’s next to you. “Soap?” The Scotsman nods his head “Breathing” he quips. “Joker?” You let out a small cough, shaking your head lightly to get the water out of your face. “Alive…” you mumble.

“Move down river to the bridge. Use the rocks for cover” Alejandro instructs, you all take off swimming down the river. You’re thankful you're going with the current, cause god knows you would’ve bailed and just went on land if you were desperate enough. Alejandro tries contacting someone on comms, you're too focused on not letting your heavy tactical gear get caught on anything under water, or drag you to the river bed. “Radio’s picking up somethin.” Soap states, you’re in the middle of the group, your smaller size getting dragged by the current quicker than the others. “Sounds American” Ghost states, he’s just behind you on your right. “Great, Yanks” you sneer. Everyone dives as soon as a vehicle comes into view, Alejandro stops behind a rock. Soap right behind him, Ghost a little further down. Before you can even attempt to stop at one of the rocks, Ghost grabs the strap of your vest, dragging you up next to him. “Thanks Lieutenant.” you mumble, you are situated just below the large long log that’s fallen across the river, resting on the large rock both you and Ghost are behind. You duck occasionally whenever bullets whiz past your head. Your feet slip and you plunge into the water, resurfacing quickly. Gasping for air as you grip onto the rough rock, you're thankful for the strap on your stifle still around your shoulder. “Fuckin hell” you curse.

“Keep pushing up river.” Alejandro calls. You groan as you struggle to keep your head above the water, and your gun trained on the shore where the enemies are. All three of the men are six foot plus, while you're below all their chins on flat ground. You dive underwater, seeing Ghost come to a stop at another set of rocks, Alejandro and Soap go around the two of you and perch themselves slightly down from you. You practically throw yourself onto the rock shelf that's just below the water, taking the short time to regain your breath. “Move up river! Go!” Alejandro calls again, you groan as you see them move off. Your eyes meet Ghost’s for a second. You bite your tongue and push off the rock, following after them. You dive under a log that's just above the water's surface. You resurface just behind a rock, coming face to face with a Mexican soldier who has their gun aimed at you, you're quick to train your rifle on them, letting a bullet lodge itself in the man's skull.

“The rivers slowing us down, mate!” Ghost calls, you can tell he’s agitated by being in the water for so long. “It gets shallow up ahead!” Alejandro states. “Oh thank god, the waters up to my fucking eyes!” You call, shooting down a few more men that are on the shore. You feel like your skin is in ice cold water, your clothing sticks to you as your plate carrier weighs you down. Boots slipping over the algae covered rocks, you just wanna rip the boots off your feet and the plate carrier off your chest. You push your way through the water, quickly grabbing the rock. You’re beyond thankful for the shallow water, you are crouched low behind a rock. You hear your lieutenant’s strong accent cut through the air, your stomach dropping when you hear what he’s saying. “Vehicles on the bridge!” You whip your head around to look at the bridge, “They’re not ours!” Alejandro calls “Fuck-! It’s the army!” You peek over the edge of the rock to look, eyes widening to see the heavily armoured vehicles roll onto the bridge. “Get to cover!” Ghost calls, you quickly duck back down and press your back up against the rock. “We have to hold here and get extraction” Alejandro states. Soap slides up next to you, Ghost next to him then Alejandro. “We can’t do shite against that armour!” The Scotsman states, you reload as you listen to the firefight happening.

Suddenly an American accent cuts through the firefight “This is shadow-1! Engaging the bridge north of your position. Danger close!” You realise who is speaking, it's Philip Graves, the man you’ve worked with in the past. “Who the hell is that?” Alejandro asks, “Commander Graves. Shadow Company. They’re with us.” Ghost states, he glances at you when he realises you’ve gone very quiet when the American’s voice cuts through. The rumble of the bridge getting hit by the large shots trembling the ground, you watch as the bridge crumbles  “Shadow-1, Bravo 0-7! Good Shots! Fire for effect!” Ghost says over the comms. “All stations, no enemy movement detected. You’re clear.” Graves states over the comms, you sigh as you stand shaking out your shoulders. “It’s good to see you boys.” You grumble lightly under your breath when the American states this “Likewise, mate” Ghost states, he nudges you to move when Alejandro calls ‘This way!’ You fall into a run, splashing through the water, jumping over a few larger rocks. “Graves, we’ve located a vehicle for exfil.” Ghost states as you all run up the slight hill from the river towards a pick up. “Roger that. Be advised, we got a possible hit on Hassan, two kicks north of your position.” Grave states, you roll your neck as you come to halt by the back door of the pick up, climbing into the back. “That’s cartel land. They have a compound there.” Alejandro states, you’ve been quiet the entire time. “Load in!” Ghost calls. “Shadow-1, stand-by…” You watch as Ghost slides in next to you, Soap climbing into the front seat and Alejandro into the driver's seat. “I’ll drive,” Alejandro states. “You boys, good to roll up Hassan with some fire from the sky?” Graves asks, everyone looks at each other. The boys nod, you just shrug as you look out the window. Ghost watches you with a raised brow hidden under his mask. “Let’s wrap this fucker up, Graves” Soap states. “Solid copy. We are pushing to the target di-rectly. Shadow-1 out.” You slump back into the seat. Letting out a sigh, you rub the space between your brows, pushing the balaclava up a little.

—— Time skip to grabbing Hassan ——

“Breaching” Soap calls, the door gets bashed open by the Scotsman. “They’re here!” “Get the Major upstairs!” Multiple cartel members yell. You’re the first one to shoot down a few men and spot the man you’re all here for, you quickly switch on the comms, the throat mic switching on. “Shadow-1! Positive ID on Hassan!” You call, rushing forward. “He’s moving upstairs!” Soap calls, he’s right behind you, followed by Ghost and Alejandro. Grave’s brows raise when he recognises the female voice come through the comms. “Graves, he’s exiting the second floor! North-west side!” Ghost states over the comms. “Got a visual on Hassan!” Alejandro states, you're quickly moving across the second floor outside. You ignore whatever is happening over the comms, you enter the building again. “Get down!” Soap calls “Get down! Now!” Alejandro growls. “Get the fuck down!” You sneer, your sights aimed directly at Hassan’s head, “Who the fuck are you?” Hassan questions, his voice holding venom. The man who was with Hassan is now dead on the ground, Alejandro moves forward. “Mexican Special Forces, you're coming with us…” the restraints get secured around the man's wrists. You can see the anger in Alejandro's movements when he restrains Hassan, you keep your gun trained on Hassan. “Shadow-1, Bravo 0-7. Jackpot. I say again, jackpot. Target is secure.” Ghost states over the comms, you look over at the Lieutenant. Graves asks a question about the exfil, which Alejandro answers. Soap slaps a hand down on your shoulder, giving you a nod of approval. You nod back, a small smile hidden under your mask. A few moments of conversations between Graves and Ghost gets drowned out by the rumbling of heavy tires on the earth, your own stomach twists into uncomfortable knots as you realise that it's the Mexican Army. “For fucks sakes. Do we ever get a break?” You ask, the question not directed to anyone. “Not this time ‘round Lass” Soap states as he looks out the window towards all the heavy armoured vehicles.

Graves says something about the shadows being able to engage the convoy, the next thing you know is the whisper of a large 25mm round flying through the air. The deep thunderous sound of it hitting the earth shakes the building, the sound of metal crunching and being destroyed rings in your ears as you look around the room. The earth continues to shake when smaller rounds and bigger rounds make contact witht he earth, your blood is bubbling under the service, you need to move. You want to do something and not just sit around and wait for your next order. The next thing you know you're running down the stairs at breakneck speed, Hassan being dragged behind you as you kick open the door to the outside, the exfil vehicle ready for you all. Ghost cuts in front of you as you get out the door, followed by Alejandro then Soap who has Hassan in a death grip. You spin around keeping your gun up and looking for any movement that needs to be dealt with. “Come on! Come on!” Rodolfo calls over the comms, you are happy to see him again. Hassan spits something out that you don’t quite catch as the screeching of tires and the blood rushing through your ears is all you can hear. You do clearly hear Soap growl out a “Shut the fuck up!” When he shoves Hassan into the side of the Vehicle. “Fuuuuuck” you groan as you realise you're the smallest on the team, you immediately open the door and climb over the back seat into the back compartment of the vehicle. Rodolfo and Alejandro speak to each other in Spanish, you only make out a few words as you're trying to get comtoble in the one spot no one is supposed to really sit in these types of vehicles. “We’re good!” Soap calls, “Go!” Ghost growls. “Joker?” Rodolfo asks as he glances up in the rear view mirror, spotting you peeking over the back of the seat between Ghosts’ and Hassan's head. “Happy as Larry!” You joke, you're not comfortable by any means but you know you just want to get the hell out of here already.

—— Time Skip To Interrogation of Hassan ——

You sit on the hood of one of the Vehicles, the headlights cutting through the thick blanket of darkness that covers the desert. The animals of the night linger just beyond the lights. Alejandro and Soap drag Hassan into the middle of the group of vehicles, shoving him to his knees with a bag over his head. “On your knees” Soap growls out as he steps back. You got here before Graves did, you aren’t happy about having to conduct this interrogation with the American present, you hated working with him in the past and right now you still are sour about being near him, especially on a mission that you were hoping to just be yourself and the 141 accompanied by the Los Vaqueros. Graves is kneeling down setting up the laptop which has General Shepherd and Laswell on the other end, your Criss cross applesauce on the hood of the vehicle. “Y’all got a clear picture?” You cringe at the drawl in his words. You hear a “Crystal” and a “All Set” fromt he other two members of the video call. You inch your way forward to have your feet dangling off the edge of the hood as soon as Graves moves away, your feet coming to rest on the bumper. “Alright, we are live, folks” Graves states as he approaches Hassan, the bag no longer on the kneeling man's head.

“Do you sepal Arabic?” Hassan questions, looking up at Graves.

“No one other than you” you mumble, knowing he won't hear you.

“No” Grave relplies.

“Farsi?”

“No.”

“Course not.” Hassan states with a smirk playing on his lips, “Then I’ll speak your bastardised Medieval English because you are all uneducated street dogs” You jump off the hood to curse him out in every language that you have learnt, but you get held back by a heavy hand. You look over your shoulder at who has stopped you, Ghost shakes his head lightly knowing that anger that is bubbling in you. You have too much adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

“Ahh, see… we’re getting off to a bad start here, Hassan” Graves starts as he tucks his thumbs into the top of his tac vest and looks down at the ground, something he always does when he's about to interrogate someone. “You are talking to a Quds Force officer” Hassan states. Graves leans in slightly, “You’re the commander of a foreign terror organisation” “I can say the same to you.” You know Hassan is gonna get under everyone’s skin, but you know damn well that Philip Graves has that skill as well. “What’s your target, “Major”?” You almost snort at the way Hassan’s brows scrunch in displeasure.

“What was your target when they sent missiles to my land?” Hassan questions.

“Oh well, wild guess… To nail your ass” Graves looks down at Hassan.

“So insolent and foul-mouthed. You will learn to respect me when your nation sees fire”

Graves steps closer to Hassan “You are in bed with the cartel, Hassan” he starts “If you disappeared, no one would know where to look for the fuckin’ stain” he growls out through a tight lipped frown.

A small shiver runs down your spin when you hear Hassan let out a small tiny pathetic chuckle of a ‘ha’.

“I have no doubt you’ll take pleasure in torturing me.” Hassan states when he looks back up at Grave from shaking his head lightly, a smile on his face. This time Soap speaks, his voice accent thick compared to the others.

“Who’d you get American missiles from?” You lean your elbows onto your knees, you jerk lightly when you suddenly hear General Shepherd speak. Almost forgetting him and Laswell are on the video call.

“I don’t care who they’re from. I wanna know where they’re going.” You almost want to yell at the older man, for overpowering Soap’s question which was a good question.

Graves was looking at the laptop before stepping away from Hassan, that's when the laughing yaps of coyotes cut through the air. They sound close, not too close but close enough for you to not feel comfortable. Graves walks a few half paces before turning around to look at Hassan. “Take a look around, Hassan” he states before stepping up the man and leaning down to get in his face “Now you can either become part of the food chain or you can start talking.” You watch the conversation from the shadows, just like your Lieutenant. “I’m a hostage here.” Hassan states, “This is illegal.” Alejandro speaks up from behind Hassan. “You’re a prisoner of war.” Hassan turns to look over his shoulder at the Mexican. “Iran is not at war with Mexico. I’ve broken no laws.” He turns to look back at Graves and motions his head to his surroundings “These men and their commanders are the law breakers.” He glances over towards you and Ghost but you can tell he is mainly looking at the laptop, he still makes eye contact with you through the haze of the lights, and with Ghost. You stare the man down, the dark oil paint on your skin making your eyes stand out against the rest of your dark outfit.

Ghost takes a small step forward “You and your beloved General Ghorbrani broke every—-” “DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME!” Hassan yells, cutting Soap off. “You executed him and you will pay for your crimes…” he pauses briefly “Only god can help you now-” he yells in his mother tongue. You understood him barely, you wanted to snatch a knife from Ghost’s plate carrier and throw it between the screaming man's eyes. You attention cuts to below you, where General Shepherd's voice comes from the laptop “I want this bastard in permanent custody or looking up at the goddamn grass…” he sneers, Laswell is quick to cut in “General, killing Hassan is an act of war, keeping him is illegal. Right now, he is too hot to hold.” She’s right, you all know this is illegal but you’re still doing it. “Tell me you’re getting something actionable, Laswell.” The general growls, you move to slide off the hood of the vehicle when Laswell states something about working on it.

You stand next to Ghost who has moved over slightly to allow you to jump down. You both watch as Graves brings the laptop onto the hood of the vehicle. Grave's voice lowers as he looks at the laptop. “Actual, let me finish this” you tense up his words, you glance over at Soap and Alejandro then to Ghost who is just staring at Graves with no emotion in his eyes. Yet you can still see the thoughts playing like a movie. You focus back into what Shepherd is saying, only catching the end half of his sentence. “Without proof we need to turn him loose. See where he leads us” you watch as Graves leans away, Soap quickly walking up and leaning into the conversation. “He’s right here. You can’t be serious” his voice is low gravely when he speaks, his accent a strong contrast to the others. Graves moves off the side slightly, Ghost as step forward an inch, his arm coming in front of you when he sees Graves look at you. “I’m afraid I am, son.” Shepherd says. You look down, looking at the phone in Ghost’s hand. “Laswell, did we get anything from his phone?” You bet Ghost to it, he looks at you with a clearly raised brow, you can tell. You give him the same look. “Affirmative. We got a hit.” Laswell states, “Good” the General pauses “Now take him back and let him go”. Ghost moves slightly, making eye contact witht eh eyes and nodding his head.  Alejandro bags and drags Hassan to his feet, Ghost slyly puts Hassan’s phone back in the man's pocket when he walks past. You notice this as you have done it many times, but you were taking the phones and not giving them back. You hear the familiar ‘thunk’ of the laptop closing, you nod to Soap who seems pissed. Not surprised.

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Pretty thing

Jfk x Male!assistant

Further info: gay smut, oral sex, mention of affairs

Words: 2k

Notes: I’ve been wrote this fanfic but didn’t post it for reasons.- This is also my first jfk fic I’ve ever written so I hope it’s good 😭

Maurice nervously stood outside the white door of the Oval Office. President John F. Kennedy had called the younger man into his office, and he was thinking about all of his decisions he'd made in the White House as an assistant. What did he do wrong? Was he going to get fired? The thought of the worse happening plagued his mind over and over again, making him even more anxious. He then took a deep breath and turned the golden nob, revealing the entirety of the office.

The Oval Office was illuminated in a soft glow by the lights on ceiling, creating a relaxing atmosphere. President Kennedy was sitting behind the mahogany desk, papers scattered all over the surface making the desk a bit messy. He seemed to be on the phone with someone, his head nodding at the person's words from the other line, he also had one of his Cuban cigars between his fingers, taking a drag from time to time and blowing the smoke out with ease.

The sight of the president made Maurice's knees slightly buckle. Ever since he started working in the White House, he had always found Kennedy to be very attractive, even though the man was twice his age. His charisma, his charm, how he talked, how he moved, everything about him was just so... presidential. That's why he was always so nervous around him.

He then slowly walked towards the president's desk, the heels of his polished dress shoes hitting the wooden floor, making a soft clicking sound that echoed throughout the room. Kennedy was still on the phone, but he looked at Maurice and raised his hand to acknowledge his presence, gesturing for him to take a seat in one of the leather chairs in front of the desk. Maurice nodded and did as instructed, trying his best to appear calm and collected.

"Mhm, yes, I understand," Kennedy said, his Boston accent rolling smoothly over the words as he nodded along with the conversation. The president's green-blue eyes met his blue-grey ones, causing the assistant to get even more nervous under his presence. He looked around the room, spotting the painting of two ships at sea, a nod to the president's love for maritime related things. The room was rich with the scent of cigar smoke and the president's 'Jockey club' cologne, making him feel dizzy.

Kennedy then finally finished his call, putting the receiver back into the cradle with a gentle click. He took a final drag from his cigar before putting it out with a light tap. "Maurice, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," he began, his tone serious yet calm. Maurice felt his heart rate spike as he waited for the president to continue.

The president leaned forward, his leather chair creaking a bit as he did so. "You know about the situation with Cuba, don't you?" Maurice nodded vigorously, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Of course he knew. It was all anyone talked about in the West Wing. The Cuban Missile Crisis had the nation on edge, and the tension was palpable even in the most mundane of office tasks. "Yes, sir."

Kennedy's gaze was piercing, as if he was looking right through Maurice. "Good. And I'm pretty sure you've noticed how stressed out I've been. So, I need a bit of relaxation, and I need you to help me with that." Maurice was a bit confused. Why would the President of the United States ask for his help with something so... personal? He shook off the thought, assuming it must be something work-related. "And how may I help you with that, Mr. President?"

Kennedy then looked at the younger man up and down suggestively, a small smirk playing on his lips as his eyes wandered down his delicate frame. Maurice's cheeks then flushed of embarrassment as he realized what the president meant. Yes, he heard rumors around the White House about the president's sexual escapades or making secretaries drop to their knees, but the thing is that they were all women. And Maurice was a man. So, why was he being asked to...

"S-sir..You do realize that I'm a man, right? What happened to your secretaries?" Maurice stuttered out with shock and confusion, the air of the the room was so thick that it could be cut with a knife.

Kennedy leaned back in his chair, letting out a sexy chuckle that could make anyone weak in the knees. "Ah yes, those sexy secretaries. They always know how to make a man feel good. But I've gotten a bit... bored of the same old routine, Maurice. And plus, I've seen the way you look at me. You want me, don't ya?" He said with a cocky smirk, his confidence unshaken by Maurice's shock.

Maurice bit his lip, despite his nervousness he felt a bit of excitement from the president's words, which was not helping his obsession with older men. He wondered if this was a dream but as he felt the leather of the chair stick to his palms, he knew that this was all too real. He then gulped hard and tried to compose himself. "Mr. President, I-"

"Enough talking. Get your pretty little ass over here." Kennedy's voice was firm, yet held a seductive edge that sent a shiver down Maurice's spine. The way the president said that was so damn sexy, it made him want to moan. He's been fantasizing about this moment, but he never thought that it'll actually happen, now it was, and he was already reduced to a trembling mess. He stood up from his seat and started to walk towards Kennedy, his legs wobbling a bit as he did so. The president just smirked at him, finding his nervousness amusing, he put a strong hand on his waist, pulling him closer. "Get on your knees." He ordered.

Maurice's heart raced, he still couldn't believe that The President Of The United States was asking for a very personal favor from him. He sank to his knees infront of the president, softly hitting the plush green carpet beneath him. With shaky hands he reached for his belt and started to unbuckle it, causing the sound to echo through the office. Kennedy leaned back in his chair and watched with hooded eyes as the younger man's hands fumbled with his belt. The anticipation was eating Maurice up, his heart jumping out of his chest. When he finally got his belt unbuckled, he unzipped his pants, pulling them down to reveal the president's boxer briefs, which had a tent in it. Maurice then took a deep breath before pulling them down too, the presidential cock springing out.

Maurice's eyes widened as he saw it. It was thick and veiny, standing proudly with a slight upward curve, his pink tip glistening with precum. The president looked at him with a knowing smile, "good boy, now you see why ladies love me." He quipped with a chuckle. He then placed his hand on the back on his head, pushing him closer to cock. "Now go on, take it into your mouth."

Maurice gulped before gently grabbed the large member, stroking it a bit before pushing the tip between his lips, delicately licking the precum off the slit. Kennedy groaned, tilting his head back, "Fuck..." Maurice blushed from Kennedy's praise, making him feel a bit of arousal. He wrapped his lips around the head and started to suck on it softly, hollowing his cheeks out. The president's hand grabbed his blonde locks and started to slightly push his head down, encouraging the assistant to take more of his cock. Since Maurice didn't have a gag reflex, he was able to take half of his length into his mouth with no struggle. He then slowly started to bob his head up and down, his tongue tracing the veins as he started to suck him off.

Kennedy's grip on his hair tightened as he began to enjoy the sensation of Maurice's mouth around his cock. He loved the control he had over the younger man, the power dynamics making him grow harder. When Maurice felt Kennedy's cock swell in his mouth, he knew he was doing a good job. As the president's groans of pleasure grew louder, the more confident he became.

"Mmm, you're such a pretty thing...Why don't you take some more, sweetheart?" Kennedy's voice was like velvet as he moved his hand from Maurice's head to towards his neck, rubbing his thumb on the back of it while he urged him to go deeper, to which he complied. Maurice went lower, the tip of the president's cock hit the back of his throat, but he didn't manage to gag. Instead, he took a deep breath and went even further until he felt the tip of his nose touched the president's stomach.

Kennedy's eyes fluttered shut, letting out a sigh of pleasure. "Atta boy." Maurice then proceeded to deep-throat him, impressing him, he had multiple mistresses, but none of them had ever taken him deep without gagging. Now here was Maurice, a fellow man, sucking him off way better than all of them. His soft blonde hair fell over his eyes as he continued to bob his head up and down, but he didn't care. All wanted to do was please the president.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room was wet slurping and sucking noises and Kennedy's occasional groans. Maurice let out a soft moan, sending vibrations to his cock which made him let out a guttural moan. He looked down at the younger man again, his eyes half-lidded due to the pleasure he was receiving. "Look at me, honey."

Maurice looked up at him, his mouth full of cock. The president felt himself reaching his climax so he grabbed Maurice's hair and started to thrust upwards into his mouth. Maurice's eyes widened, but he didn't pull away, instead he took it like a champ as he still sucked on his cock. His hands gently rested on the older man's thighs, trying to stable himself due to the fast movements of Kennedy's thrusts. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum.." Kennedy said through gritted teeth.

Maurice felt a bit of excitement as he heard the president say that. He braced himself for the load, closing his eyes, his blonde lashes resting upon his rosy cheeks. He then feel a stream of warm liquid coming down his throat and filling up his mouth, but some of it dripped down his chin. He pulled away with a soft pop, swallowing Kennedy's cum and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Maurice then gave Kennedy's tip a kiss.

The president leaned back in his chair, panting heavily. He looked down at Maurice with a satisfied look on his face, a smile creeping on his lips. "Damn baby, that was good. You're such a good boy." He chuckled, ruffling the younger man's hair, making him blush.

Maurice got up from the floor and watched as Kennedy put his cock back in his pants and pulling out a cigar from its wooden case. "Want one?" Kennedy offered a cigar to Maurice, his hand shaking slightly from the intense orgasm. Maurice gave him a soft smile and nodded, gently taking the expensive cigar out of his hand. The president then lit both of their cigars with a golden lighter, causing the orange fire to reflect off their faces. They both took a drag from their cigars, the smoke flowing out of their mouths and into the air.

"Y'know...You were amazing. Even better than any woman I've been with." Kennedy quipped with a smirk, taking another drag from his cigar. Maurice blushed and felt a sense of pride that he was able to please the president...And the fact that he does it better than his mistresses. The president then looked up at him.

"How about you meet me at my room later on, say around 12AM sharp?" He suggested with a knowing smile, making Maurice's heart skip a beat. He couldn't believe that he was invited to the president's bedroom, that he was gonna be one of his secret lovers. "Y-yes, Mr. President. I'll be there." He helplessly stuttered, trying to contain his excitement.

Kennedy then got up from his chair, revealing the two men's height difference. He then raises the younger man's chin with a hand, giving his rosy lips a soft peck. "Good boy."

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The Devil's Trumpets | Pt. 1

|| A 'The Glory' fanfic ||

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a/n: Hey there, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I might change a few things in my fictions later on. Also, my English isn't my first language so my writing might lack some fluency. Hope you enjoy :) trigger warnings: bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes. pairing: reader x multi

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“Y/N DID YOU MESS UP YOUR CUSTOMER’S ORDER AGAIN?” My manager yelled.

 “I’m sorry, I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again,” I apologise as I bow in front of him, followed by a sharp pain of his slap right across my face. Gasps and whispers echoed in the room.

  “Fifth time this month. Do you get what I'm saying? FIFTH TIME THIS MONTH!!! Am firing you next time you do this again. YOU HEAR ME?”

“Yes sir.”

 He begins to walk away as I retreat back to clean the counter.

 "Honey, you should go easier on her," The manager's wife whispered.

  "Look, we are the only ones properly running this restaurant and we barely get any customers. This is the least i can do to atleast get more people.”

"Don't you think he's being too hard on her? She barely got a proper job after her graduation. He should be grateful that she even chose to work here," whispered one of my co-workers.

"I don't know. I heard she ran away from her house. We don't even have any information about her family. Don't you think it's all too suspicious?"

"Is Min-Hee really even her niece? Or is that a child she had out of wedlock?"

And so all the whispers followed. So many rumours yet none of those ever bothered me.

My shift is almost over.

I’ve been working at a fast food restaurant in Seoul for two years now. I live in an apartment few blocks away with Min-Hee, my four year old niece. Her parents were killed in an accident two years ago. Her mother, who was also my sister, had wished for me to take Min-Hee into custody. Quite many people were against this idea since I was financially unstable to raise her on my own. Today, I can say am financially stable enough to get Min-Hee into a school. The restaurant employees, including myself, are not well compensated. Payment of bills and rent is quite difficult for all of us. The money I make from my job was enough for me to manage a roof over our heads. Even though I never wanted to live like this, I am still grateful of the fact that I no longer live in Semyeong.

I finish my shift by depositing the rubbish outside in the restaurant's back yard. I was thinking of buying some noodles for Min-Hee on the way home when I notice a shadowy figure standing at the end of the street.

I didn't give it much thought until the person started walking towards me. Nobody else was on the street except me, and our restaurant had just been closed by one of my coworkers. It was 9:45 p.m. I don’t know where to go. I don’t have anything to protect myself with.

The faint light in the street helped me figure out the person’s appearance. The individual had their hair tied back as a low ponytail and wore a long grayish coat along with long loose pants. As the individual came more nearer, I could finally see the face. It’s a woman.

As she eventually approached me, I could finally recognize her. I felt chills running down my body when she got more closer. I remember who she is.

Moon Dong-Eun. After so many years. I was quite curious to what happened to her after she dropped out. The Moon Dong-Eun I remembered from high school feels like an entirely different person than the one standing right in front of me. But what the fuck is she doing here? How and why did she find me?

“It’s been quite a long time. How are you doing y/n?”

 I didn’t say anything at first.

“You can say am doing fine I guess. I have a job now and…." I paused. I decided to stop blabbering and cut straight to the chase. "What are you doing here? How the hell did you even find me?”

“I will explain that later. I need your favour.”

“Favour?” I crossed my arms as I said so.

“Yes. I’ve been wanting to do this for quite many years now. I can even pay you if you want.”

“Pay me?" That's strange. "Okay. What is it that you need from me?” I ask hesitantly.

She doesn't say anything and looks around. Is she trying to look out for someone?

“I need you to go back to Semyeong.”

My arms dropped to my sides. The silence grew louder between us. I stood right there in disbelief. No, I cant go back there. Not when I have Min-Hee now, no. I worked hard to get away from that godforsaken place. No. I cant go back there.

“Sorry I cant. I cant just go back to Semyeong just because you asked me to. Am not going back even if you pay me. Since you’ve been able to find out where I live, you might already know that I have my niece to take care of. Sorry. Just find someone else.” I raise my hands as I try to dismiss our conversation and retreat away from her.

“I understand your reason. But don’t you think they're living their lives quite easily, after knowing what they’ve done to you? What they’ve done to us? Don’t you want revenge too-”

“Am sorry. I already told you, I cant go back there. I can barely afford anything these days, let alone go back to the hell I escaped from. Sorry, I wont help you.” I nod my head as I gather my things.

“It’s 10 pm. I have to get back.” I say after a pause. I start walking towards my apartment. Min-Hee is waiting for me.

“Yoon So-Hee was murdered.”

I stop dead in my tracks. Yoon So-Hee? Oh I remember her so well. Someone like us. Yoon So-Hee. She disappeared one day out of nowhere. Or so I was told. Nobody was able to find out what happened to her. Yoon So-Hee.

“What?” I turned around to face her.

She shows me a picture of a dull yellowish name tag. On it was carved in black “Park Yeon-Jin”. My mouth went completely dry. Yeon-Jin? She is behind the disappearance of So-Hee? How did Dong-Eun find that out?

“I mailed this name tag to the police right after I dropped out, hoping it would work, I was pretty naïve back then.”

“If you gave that to the police, how do you have the picture with you then?”

“I have my sources, which I can’t tell you yet.”

I keep staring at the name tag, did she really murder her? She willingly went that far to kill someone for her pride?

“After Yoon So-Hee’s disappearance, the police found a body of a girl in her teens with her skull cracked. Maybe she had few of her ribs broken as well. The body was found near the abandoned building of our school. Apparently, they did find a pink lighter at the roof of the building and never informed anyone outside their own people, but because of the snow, they couldn’t trace who it belonged to. The sweater she wore was burned too.”

All this information was just a lot for me take in. I just couldn’t say anything.

Dong-Eun takes my phone out of my hand and dials some random digits on it. She saves the number under her name. I need to put on a phone password.

“Call me if you ever change your mind. I’ll see you later.”

I stood there completely motionless as she walks away to the end of the street. She gets into her car and drives past me, didn’t even bother to look at me. What did she get herself into? How the hell did she manage to get hands on a confidential evidence? What will be her next move? She did mention she had some help in accessing the name tag. Then who’s helping her? Are they even reliable?

The ring of my phone interrupts my chain of thoughts. It’s Min-Hee calling from a telephone number.

“When are you coming home?”

“Almost there. Just crossing the street.”

“Doesn’t your shift end at 9.30?”

“Yeah I was just caught up with some stuff. Do we have food at home?”

“Oh yeah we have the leftovers from today’s lunch.”

“Oh that’s great. I’ll be right home.”

“Okay.”

I slide my phone inside my pocket as I walk up the stairs. Moon Dong-Eun. What the hell are you playing at?

I walk into my apartment. I haven’t stopped thinking about what Dong-Eun told me. She comes out of nowhere, tracks me down, finds out where I live and where I work, and decides to tell me about an information I am in no liberty to talk about to anyone. Are there more people who know about this? Or is it just me? What the hell do I do now?

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[iamnotyourgodsherald]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard Fanfic: A Great Night. Chapter 3

Contains: Hired Killing, Gift Giving, Closet, Dry Humping, Confessed Feelings, Tense Emotional Moments, Danger Kink Implied, Provocative Teasing, LOTS of Sexual Tension, Playful Arguing, Combat, and a Teaching Moment.

Warning: Murder, Threats, Negative Self Talk, And Self Dehumanization. 18+ NO MINORS

Song I wrote this Chapter to: Bird Song by Juniper Vale. Favorite by Isabel LaRosa.

After sneaking in and out of the Lighthouse to grab our gear, Lucanis and I ran across the roofs of Treviso towards our target’s destination.    

I was hopping and flipping over alleyways, laughing. Feeling the wind on my face as we kept hopping past each other.

I haven’t felt so freeing in months, even Lucanis looked like he was more comfortable. More mobile. More agile. Though his gaze found me a bunch as I watched him. A smile appeared every time I caught his sight.

We both rolled onto a roof, panting a bit. I took the moment to stretch and fix my crow mask on my face.

“Were you serious about that dagger training?” Lucanis asked.

“If you don’t think I am a lost cause. I am up for a bit of knowledge.” I chuckled.

“You’re not a lost cause yet.” He smirked, motioning to his feet. “Come here.”

I froze when he commanded me like that and I walked over to him, looking confused.

“What's going on?” I asked nervously.

“Take out your daggers.”

I watched him, slowly taking them out of their holsters and holding them firmly.

“Right now?”

“You need to learn someday.”

He stepped closer to me, getting behind me, whispering into my ear in a dark tone.

“You have a lot of strength as an archer so use that to your advantage. With a bow, it’s easy to make quick, quiet and non-messy kills if you are accurate. With a dagger, it’s more personal. More close. Precision and speed is needed If you want quick and clean kills. Strength as well if you need to pierce them deep.

Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.

“Y-yeah? Okay. So.. How do I apply that?” I stuttered.

He took one of my wrists, and brought my dagger up to my neck gently.

“Slitting their throat is popular but it gets messy if you cut too deep.”

Ooooh, Maker. Grant me strength.

He then brought the tip of my dagger to the side of it, pointing it at the crook of my neck.

“Same if you were to sink your blade here.”

He glided around me to the front, and lifted my wrist to his chest, the knife pointing in the middle of his chest.

“Use your strength to plunge your knife into the chest, past the bone, and directly in the heart. If you aim lower, angle it so you push upwards into the heart.”

“Yes, sir~” I purred.

My mind was now swimming in his touch, my body getting hot. Thank the gods that this outfit hides boners really well. Though, it didn't stop my member from hurting as it pressed against the leather.

“Try to remember where bones are in the body and the vital points of striking are. These will be-“

He sighed and smiled at me, letting go of my wrist.

“You are getting distracted. Did you even listen to a word I said?” He lectured.

“Every word.” I smiled coyly.

“What did I say?” He asked, crossing his arms. “Tell me.”

I walked up to him with my hands behind my back, looking him in the eyes.

“Depends. If I can't remember, are you gonna touch me again?”

“You are… very forward.”

“So, I’ve been told.” I giggled, looking up at him, and getting closer to his face. “I love how gentle you are with me~”

“Demitrix…!” Lucanis stammered, his face filling with pink color, his eyes getting so big. “We… You…We have a job and you are…”

I pressed myself into him, my hands on his chest. His hands grabbed my wrists, but didn’t pull them off. His eyes danced and watched mine, looking pained but also wanting. I could feel his heartbeat quicken with mine.

“You are so cute when you are flustered~” I chuckled.

“I… wow… I well…Trix.. you and I…” He fumbled.

I suddenly became flushed. My heart was almost exploding in my chest.

“T-trix?” I gasped, looking up at him. “You… gave me a nickname…?”

“Y-yes…? You gave me one.” Lucanis said sheepishly.

“I… didn’t think you’d care enough to give me a nickname…”

“You cared to give me one.”

“I've… never been given one before…”

My heart beat faster, my mouth suddenly became dry. I became flushed when Spite popped out at that moment, growling.

“All this BLASTED dancing around. Are we murdering someone or are we fucking? If the body is not willing, the spirit is~”

“I thought I told you-“ I started scolding.

Lucanis interrupted.

“Trix, Ignore him. Let’s go.” Lucanis said curtly.

He started running, jumping onto the next roof and making his way back to the target. Spite disappearing with a satisfied grin.

I felt my chest tighten, watching him for a moment before running after him.

He actually cares? No… He can’t. He doesn't. But then, why do I hope?!  Why do I hope he cares about me? I am not a… I am a tool. A weapon.

He cannot love a tool. I am… nothing to him.

Why does that thought hurt?

As we neared the inn the target was staying at, Lucanis and I hunkered down. I pulled out the contract details from my bag, reading them over again.

“Third floor Suite. Minimal Guards. Balcony. Lord Amadeus Baratani.”

Lucanis and I peeked up at a building in the distance. A tall tan stone laden building sat in the middle of a nicer district in Treviso. Lit lanterns decorated the sidewalks below, and just the details stated, a balcony at the third level. A guard standing at the railing, overlooking the walled off garden of the inn. No heavy armor. Just plain leather.

Lucanis chuckled.

“The guard. At the balcony. If he drops on the balcony, he won't make much noise. You should do some work finally. Show me how good of an archer you say you are.” He teased me.

Oh good, he’s back to bullying me.

I notched an arrow onto my bow and pulled back, using the wind as a guide for where my arrow would go and how much resistance it would have.

“My archery skills-“ I started to say as I shot my arrow. “Are never in question.”

The arrow flew off and as I predicted, curved through the air, sinking into the side of the guard’s head, making him drop onto the balcony floor.

Lucanis nodded and hurried to look over the side, checking for witnesses before we started hopping the roofs. I followed Lucanis so that I knew where to step until we reached the hotel's building.

“Those are some smooth walls. I think I have some pitons.” I chirped.

“Wait. Let’s avoid using the ground. Let’s use a hook.”

“You think you can get it to latch onto the railing without it scraping the floor of the balcony? Be my guest.”

He stared at me and then dug through my bag, grabbing the rope with a hook attached, and walked close to the edge of the roof. He swung the hook, still scanning for people below and then tossed it towards the balcony. While it was flying over the balcony, he yanked it midair and managed to hook it on the top of the railing without it scraping across something. He then turned and looked at me with a very smug look.

“You’re kidding me.” I huffed.

“That. Is what I mean when I think ‘nice and quiet’”

“Shut up. That wasn’t my fault, sir. We still got the job done in the end!”

He shook his head, sighing.

“Amateur. Get over here and hold on.”

I walked over and held onto him, secretly taking in his scent. We both then ran off the edge, swinging with Lucanis holding onto the rope. As the swinging gently stopped, we started hanging underneath the balcony. He looked down at me and nodded upwards to tell me to climb. I nodded back to him and climbed up him and then up the rope. Lucanis climbing up after me.

I crouched down low as he came up and slowly opened the door to the suite to peek in.

Inside, I saw a darkened sitting room. A door leading into the hotel and another door leading to what I assumed to be a bedroom.

“It’s clear. No one is inside right now.”

Lucanis had placed the body against the railing of the balcony to make it look like someone just sitting, with their legs dangling between the supports.

“Ooh, that's clever.”

“I had to break the arrow you shot.”

“Why?”

“Too much blood would come out. People down below would notice the dripping.”

“Fair.” 

I opened the door and walked in, listening closely as we explored inside. After giving my eyes a moment to adjust to the dark, I started noticing details of the sitting room. A thin but tall empty bureau sat next to a fireplace that had two comfy chairs sitting in front of it. A small end table sat between the chairs, holding a bottle of, what looked to be, red wine.

The walls were decorated with paintings that looked to be of the Antivan countryside. A table that sat under a large mirror by the door to the hotel had papers scattered on it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Lucanis peek into the bedroom, going in and shifting something around as he went in, but then he darted away from the door, over to me.

“People are coming. I hear them walking this way.” He spoke quietly.

“Quick, the bureau!”

I opened the door and climbed into it with him. Lucanis stood behind me as I squeezed in, closing the doors behind us.

A group of three people walked in, as I peaked out of a crack in the door. A guard who looked like he was from the Anderfels, our Target Amadeus, and a proactively dressed woman.  Either, his wife, a lover, or a sex worker by the way she was tugging at his belt and giggling.

“Mhhhh, so frisky! Eres? Stay by the door outside.” Commanded Amadeus.

Eres nodded and left the room, leaving them in the room.

“What is happening?” Lucanis whispered as softly as he could.

“Our target is in the living room. However, there's a woman with him. A lover.”

I felt Lucanis keep adjusting behind me.

“Wonderful.”

Dirty thoughts started to enter my mind as I felt his hips brush up against my ass. As I watched outside to see if there was an opening, I pushed my hips into Lucanis.

“Demitrix… What are you doing?” Lucanis asked through his teeth.

“Waiting for an opening~ Shush.”

“Demitrix, we are… going to get… caught.”

I felt him shudder, then his hands grabbed my hips and…something started poking me.

I purred. “Is that your dagger or are you just happy to see me?”

“You’re going to feel my dagger in your back if you don’t stop talking. You did this.” He hissed.

“If you want-“

“We are on a mission. Focus.” He commanded sharply.

“Fine.”

I huffed, and watched outside. Amadeus and his lover were now fully naked in the sitting room, his lover sitting on his lap as he sat in one of the chairs, their lips locked together.

Gods, I wish that were me right now.

As she lowered herself to her knees, I felt Lucanis start to rub up against me, humping at me.

“Lucanis, are you-“

“Not. A word.” He huffed softly.

I pressed my hands on the sides of the bureau to keep myself from getting pushed on the door, spreading my legs a bit more for him.

“Lucanisss…~”

“Please… don’t say my name like that… I can't focus and you are just…teasing me.”

“I love seeing you flustered~”

He then grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back, forcing my hips against his. His mouth right next to my ear.

I tried so hard not to moan when he pulled my hair but any noise I did make was covered up by Amadeus’s moan thankfully.

“Are you crazy?! They could have heard me!” I whispered, angrily.

He didn’t respond. He started biting onto my ear and I shuddered hard, squeezing my legs together.

“No… L-Lucanis… Not… Not my ears…” I whimpered.

I tried to calm my breathing, watching the crack in the door, but my mind was quickly melting.

Lucanis’s hands were exploring my body, feeling my chest and my hips, then moving down to my thighs where he dragged them up again to feel my bulge that was being painfully compressed by my pants.

“That feels like it’s painful.” He said, whispering in my ear smugly.

I covered my mouth to not moan, his touch felt so gentle yet…commanding. His fingers gliding over the curve of my member made me want to lose my mind from the pleasure. My ears were hot from the embarrassment of him seeing me like this.

“I wonder if you’d allow me to release it.”

My heart was beating so loudly, and my stomach was tying itself into knots. My body was shaking as his hand started to slip into my pants.

“Lucanis…You’re… Please… I… “

I spied the girl getting up and quickly leaving to go into the bedroom and my brain swam up through the fog.

“The girl left!” I whispered sharply.

Lucanis couldn’t get out of that bureau fast enough.

He shoved me out, making me fall flat on my face, and when I scrambled up out of my daze. Amadeus has a knife stuck in his forehead.

“Contract Fulfilled.”

“Are you fuc-“ I began to yell before he scooped me up and pushed me towards the balcony.

The door of the bedroom burst open and a scream was heard behind us as we ran. The hotel door after that.

Lucanis leaped from the balcony onto the roof where we stood before, and I after him. I rolled across the roof as he did and quickly ran to the closest side of the roof and climbed down out of sight before anyone could spot me. The angry voice of an Anderfel booming out of the balcony above.

“Find them! Find the killers now!”

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After running for a bit, I caught up with Lucanis shortly after, finding him in a small walkway right next to the now closed coffee shop we were at before. He leaned against the wall, keeping his eyes to the ground. His hair cascading down his shoulder pads. The shadows were just barely covering him.

“Luca!” I yelled as I ran up. “I finally found you.”

He turned, looking over at me, before starting to smile.

“That was bracing. Glad to see you are alright as well.”

I then punched his arm. He had no reaction to it.

“You shoved me on the ground, you ass!”

“You were in the way.” He shrugged.

“You didn’t WARN me.”

“You are alive, no?”

I sighed but could only laugh. He then started to laugh as well until we both were laughing in the walkway.

“Ahhh! That was fun! I have never had fun on contracts before!”

“It was very entertaining. Especially to have someone there with me. Although.” He then smacked me upside the head. “What in the Makers name is wrong with you?!”

“Ow! What in the Beyond is wrong with you?!” I yelled back.

“You were rubbing your ass against me in the closet! On purpose! You almost got us caught, I couldn’t even focus, and then you almost crushed my gift I was going to give you!” He scolded harshly.

“Oh, Don't act like-“

The words got caught in my throat.

“G-gift?” I asked, shocked.

“No. I don’t think I should give it to you now.” Lucanis said teasingly, crossing his arms and turning away from me. “You are being rude to me.”

“W-wait! I didn’t know you got me a gift! What is it?! N-no one’s ever given me a gift before! Not just for… for nothing!”

Lucanis reached into a satchel on his belt and held out a lotus-looking flower. A scent of rose wafting to me.

“Wait… Is this…? It can't be. Where did you find a-“ I stammered.

“In the contract’s suite. It was sitting on a dresser by the door of the bedroom. I snatched it before I heard them coming.”

“How did you know this was MY flower?”

“I smelled roses but the only flower I saw was this one. I just assumed that it was your favorite flower from there.” Lucanis looked away for a moment.

“Lucanis… I… “

I stared at the flower, a beautifully kept Silent plains Rose. A symbol of luck. Of blessed travel.

He remembered that I love this flower.

He remembered my favorite flower.

Lucanis then grabbed it from my hand, and placed it gently in my hair.

“I think it suits you.” He said affectionately.

Oh fuck. Oh no.

“Lucanis, why are you giving me this?” I asked, shaking a bit.

Please, Lucanis. Don’t. Don’t say it. Don’t care about me. Don’t make me a person.

“I don’t know… I wanted to. It’s your favorite. I wanted to make you happy.” He said nervously.

“Lucanis…” I touched the flower, my heart racing.

“I just… I did some thinking while we’re getting ready at the lighthouse.”

Luca, please!

“Between that man touching you. What happened at the library. The roof. The thought of someone else touching you, holding you, even… even kissing you. It scared me. I didn’t like it. I have never been this… vulnerable with someone before. I never thought I’d find myself falling-“

“Don’t.”

The silence that pierced the air. That overtook this moment. It was so dense, so heavy, almost enough to crush us. I was a coward. I couldn’t look Lucanis in the eyes as I tore at his heart.

“You don’t want me. I am… a tool. A symbol. I was never meant to be a person. Never meant to be loved. You can't love a tool. I am a tool that was meant to be discarded or put away after you are done with it. If we were to have sex, you’re just supposed to discard me after. These feelings you have-”

“Do not dare tell me what I feel is not real.” Lucanis warned in a dark tone. “How dare you look into my face and tell me you aren't a person! That you are meant to be TOSSED AWAY! I grew up with that mindset. Yet I FEEL. I feel everything around you! To me, you are not some weapon-“

“I am, Lucanis! I am an image of confidence and swagger! A weapon and a selling point. You cannot love a-“

“I don’t love images. I do not love tools.I love A PERSON. ONE person.”

“Don’t make me a person! Don’t make me real! If I become real, then you become real. Which means these feelings are real, and then that means losing you is real! I can not...” I trailed off.

I will not lose someone I loved again.

“Look me in the eyes. Look me in the eyes and say you don’t care about me. Tell me you don’t feel the same way about me. Tell me that you don't love me, and we will never talk about this again. We will pretend that every moment we shared tonight didn’t happen.” Lucanis said with a shaky voice. “Tell me right now. ‘I don’t love you, Lucanis Dellamorte.’ Say it.”

I looked him in the eyes, and my heart sank. His eyes were wide open, big and full of tears. As he looked down at me, I could see his lip even quivering a bit.

Lucanis Dellamorte, a Master Antivan Crow, was opening himself up to me. Crying in front of me. His heart laid bare in front of me. I was seeing his heart for the first time, and he was waiting for a dagger to be plunged into it.

“I have never been this… vulnerable with someone before…”

All I wanted was for him to be happy, but he was perfectly happy being around me. Just being beside me. Laughing, talking, and working alongside me. I didn’t even need to try.

Being with me made him happy.

“I… I…”

Spite came out, laughing.

“Do it! BREAK HIM. BREAK HIS HEART.”

I started to cry. I tried to hold them back, but I couldn’t any longer. That wall, that once stood so strong, now toppled to the ground in front of Lucanis. I couldn’t become another demon that stuck to Lucanis.

“I can’t, Luca!” I cried, covering my face. “I love you… Spite and all. You protected me, fought next to me, cared about me more than anyone has for a long time. You made me want to be a person to you, and that scared me. I thought I was protecting you by trying to push you away but I…I can’t break your heart. I’m sorry, Luca. Please. Forgive me. Forgive-“

He pulled me into his arms, his hug squeezing me tightly.

I froze, tears falling from my face. Feeling his comfort and just letting myself just feel his hug.

Feel him.

His hug felt so warm and comfortable. Like drinking spiced wine on a cool autumn night under a thick blanket. The safety of it. It made me never want to leave it. His scent. His sweet, musky leather scent filled my nostrils.

“I love you, Luca…”

“I love you too, Trix.”

“Please. Don’t let go. I want to stay like this forever.” I said as I gripped onto his back. “I can’t even remember when I was last hugged like this.”

“Then I will hold you. For as long as you want. For as long as you need.”

“We’ll be here all night, then.” I chuckled.

“Then we should go back to the Lighthouse. We will-“

I stopped him. Spite now missing from Lucanis’s side.

“What if someone sees us going up to my room?” I asked, pulling on his jacket. “What do we… tell them?”

“We tell them we’re going up to your room to fuck. They’ll leave us alone.”

I froze. He stared at me. He raised his eyebrow in confusion. I blinked at him.

“Are we?” I asked.

“Are we?” Lucanis repeated back.

“Are you… comfortable with that?” I urged.

Lucanis gently grabbed my face, looking into my eyes.

“Trix… After I heard the noises you made when I bit the tip of your ear… I want nothing more than to hear you whine like that again.” Lucanis purred deeply.

I blinked slowly. My brain was just slowly filling with depraved, horny thoughts.

Thoughts that I wanted to act on with my first lover.

“Let’s go home then.”

(Continued in Chapter 4)

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[slugtranslation-hypmic]

hi slug!!! what do you think of the block party trailers?

Thank you for giving me the excuse to go finally listen to them.

Rivals: Hmm, this is a really interesting comparison! I wouldn't have immediately classified Doppo as a "act first, think later" character, but he definitely has those moments. The music is bouncy but not immediately doing it for me. I think it's one of those songs I'll grow to like quickly, though.

White and Black: (not to be confused with Doppo's Black or White, naturally) SHADY BOYS, LET'S GOOOOOO! I love this match-up. I think they are the kind of people to have a meet-cute in which they committed identity fraud and/or credit card fraud on one another. Anyway, I love the style here. Team Rocket-ass mfers. I agree with the top YT comment at the time of writing, which is, "This is the most fanfic-y thing Hypmic has ever officially released, and I am here for it." I also love that neither of them makes one single effort to hide their scumminess. Truly a duo for the ages.

Thanks for Having Us! Now Look Alive! Osaka Big Up: (or whatever people are calling the Sasara/Roshou one) I adore the fact that Sasara introduces them as a three-person group ft. Rei, but Rei just happens to be doing something else (stealing Juuto's identity, most like) and thus it's a two-person act today. Sasara and Roshou's comedy/speaking dynamic is much more relaxed and natural feeling than it was in their first appearance in Ah, Osaka Dreamin' Night, which is a nice reflection of the current state of their friendship status. Music is chill. I'd like to hear more of it before forming more opinions. Their singing voices sound good with this older, slower style of song.

The Demons' Flowers: I appreciate how the MV style departs from usual Hypmic MV to mimic the MVs for this kind of music. Very JRPG-esque. The lyrics strike me as a little generic for music projects, which is atypical for Hypmic, but it's definitely appropriate for Juushi.

Get busy: I really like this match-up; their high energy works together well here, as does their commitment to working together with the homies to kick absolute ass. I'm not sure KR fully understands the connotation of the English title they've chosen; they're probably going for more of a "Take it easy...but take it!" vibe.

Viva la liberty: While the music itself isn't doing much for me yet, I like this take on how both Saburou and Ramuda have grown throughout the story while still acting in very similar ways to their act 1 selves. An unusual match-up, but I can dig it.

What Lies Beyond the Dreaming: Wow, I really like this. Like Scenario Liar, it almost feels confessional in the sense of how it creates a closed sense of solidarity with the listener (you're the only one I can trust, let me tell you my story for your ears only, etc.). In that case, it's being spoken to his brother, I suppose? Would love to hear the full song.

Closer: I like Hitoya's singing a lot in this one. The darker lyrics and tone suit them both quite well, and I wonder if this points to Jakurai and Hitoya finally talking things out, including Jakurai's experiences in the war, in act 3. Or perhaps that's simply wishful thinking.

My Life: Positivity: Aside from the obvious enjoyment of Hifumi wrangling the rest of the cast into being his enthusiastic background singers, I really like how this song is both bright and bubbly at surface level but says a lot of deeper things about Hifumi's character, like how he's willing to open himself up to being hurt again so long as he has the protection of his friends and loved ones. I don't think it's the kind of thing I'd listen to, but I am looking forward to seeing the full thing.

Move Your Body Til You Die!: Roger that, sir. o7 Very glad to see that Riou's solos are as silly as ever. I think this is my favorite so far in terms of music. It is most definitely my favorite in terms of music videos.

Will-o'-the-Wisp: I really, really, REALLY like the lyrics and how much growth they show for Samatoki. It's nice how you can tell just musically how much he's healed and mellowed out since the start of the series.

HIPHOPPIA: This is my actual favorite musically, and while I understand and appreciate the thematic point of having so many styles of music on this album, I'm personally a bit sad there isn't more of the classic hip-hop sound. Lot of interesting imagery in the lyrics.

Conclusion: Move Your Body Til You Die! is a work of art.

[1117feverlessdreams]

Sugar Daddy- Choi Jongho

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🌹♥️Notes: Hey y’all this is my first ever fanfic‼️

I hope you enjoy, and please let me know if something makes you uncomfortable, or if I need to make any changes of your preference.

Grammar mistakes, typo errors, and punctuation are acceptable too. (I just graduated so I kind of gave up)

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🌹♥️Pairing: CEOJongho❗️x FemPresident Reader❗️, CEOJongho❗️x FemHousewife Reader❗️

🌹♥️Warnings: Unprotected sex, kissing, usage of nicknames such as, daddy, baby girl, darling, sweetheart, love, angel, baby, and slut. Mutual oral sex, overstimulation, food play, fingering.

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You and your sweet, generous, yet serious sugar daddy, Choi Jongho, live in a large penthouse that was earned to you both by working in his successful billionaire company. Years ago, you had the role of the company’s president, aka his second in command working alongside the hardworking CEO. The relationship between you two was are strictly professional, in order to obtain the accomplishments you’ve rightfully earned throughout the years. Attending to his every need and maintaining the business, keeping up with schedule and his daily agendas for things like business meetings was part of your job. As CEO however, after he checks in with you and completes his daily tasks, he would read and sign off stacks of paper in regards to the company alone in his office. Your office being across from his, you can see the frustration and exhaustion draining the liveliness from his perfect skin. His dark brown hair is sticking in different directions drenched in sweat that sticks to his thick, long, pretty fingers from being ran through his soft stands, and how his black button up tightens around his muscles nearly bursting through the material.

No no no no no…

You shouldn’t be thinking like this, your boss is struggling while you’re over in lalaland right across from him. It isn’t fair for you to be thinking like this while he has to suffer, just how it isn’t fair how he hasn’t asked anything of you as you sit in your office. He’d made it clear he didn’t need you doing little tasks for him like bringing his Americanos to him while he’s working, he could do that just fine on his own. But as buisness grew stronger and he became the hugest number one selling company in Seoul, grabbing things like a quick cup of americano didn’t work in his schedule.

Being fed up with seeing him in such a horrible state, you head to the lounge making him a cup for him and yourself to cope with your stresses. Walking back up from the lounge to his office, you enter his office slowly being sure to knock so he’s aware of your presence. Surely you thought he would have acknowledged you, but he continued to read and sign off papers. “Sir, excuse me from crossing any boundaries but… I couldn’t help but to notice how overwhelmed you appear to be lately.” You hand him his americano and sit across from him.

He then acknowledges you and switches his sight from the americano to you, back to the americano, and then you again. This time he’s gazing longer at you than he had before. “S-sorry sir, I know you said-.” “Thank you”, he disrupts in a deep and very low tone. Must be from the tiredness, you think. Almost forgetting to register what he said in your mind, you regain your brain cells and say, “That’s why I’m here sir, to satisfy all your needs.” You think your mind is playing tricks on you when his face regains color again with a smile.

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From then on, your relationship changed to how it is now. You were in the laundry room in your shared penthouse putting Jongho’s clothes in the dryer, finishing all your chores for the day. He had been working so hard lately, you wanted to cater to him. Also given the fact he made you quit working the day you gave him that Americano in his office, that was the day he decided he wanted to have you for himself. “Princess, where are you?!” He chuckles under his breath softly turning the corner of the large penthouse. “Right over here daddy!” You yell. Oh yes, right after Jongho basically forced you to quit your job and decided to make you his, he called himself a sugar daddy as a joke. But you loved the sound of it, especially his flustered reaction after it slipped past your lips every time.

Jonghos eyes meets your as he scans over your figure, trailing back up to your lips and back to your eyes again. “Oh thank goodness…I was getting worried about you.” He walks over to pick you up, cradling you against him. “My sweet little angel, where have you been?” Your stomach flutters with butterflies at the nickname and his sweet words, you cradle your head in his neck and mumble. “Sorry daddy I was finishing up a the laundry and doing chores. You’ve been so stressed lately, I wanted to take care of you.” You then began to feel his heart beat faster. He still can’t believe you, his beautiful wife, is his to have whenever he wanted. With no response from him, you look up from his neck and say, “Are you upset with me?” Regret evident in your tone. “No Princess, not at all, but it’s nice to know that you worry about me.” He smiles down at you. “ Of course, you do so much for me as my sugar daddy, I have to take care of you.” You laugh at the nickname, kissing his neck.

Jongho groans and leans into your kisses, you know it’s a weakness of his. He rubs your back as he says, “Your sugar daddy will always be there for you. Even if you don’t need help, just knowing that someone cares enough to give a damn about me means everything to me. You make me feel special and loved. Which is why I try to make sure you know that I appreciate you.” You smile and look up at him, “Thank you daddy, I feel the same way about you.” He kisses you passionately while caressing the underside of your jaw, “What would you like to eat today?” His voice his calm and gentle but still demanding. It’s clear he has complete control over his own life and wants to share that power with whoever he chooses. “Hmmmm, I was thinking I could make your favorite meal tonight for you and me. Like a little dinner date but at home you know.” You chuckle softly underneath your breath. “That sounds lovely, darling. But I think we should start with a dessert first, right?” He looked into your eyes and winks playfully. You blush and begin to feel wet in your crotch area at the intensity of his gaze. “Whatever you want, daddy.” You wink back.

“Okay how about some ice cream? Vanilla or chocolate?” His tone is playful and light hearted. His hands slides from your waist, one of them coming back up to grab one of your breasts tenderly. “How about both?” You say seductively moaning as he play with your nipples through your black skin tight dress. “Mmmm…good choice sweetheart.” His warmth leaves you, briefly grabbing the ice creams out the freezer and setting them down on the living room table. He chuckles and wanders back to you squeezing your other nipple through your dress. Hardening it between his thumb and index finger. His unoccupied hand slides down under your dress rubbing your clit gently through your panties. You moan, reaching to smooth your hands over his chest and then down his abs before rubbing over his dick hidden beneath his black trousers. He moans loudly as you rub over his length, squeezing it though his pants. “ Oh baby girl, you really are good at this aren’t you?” He breathes heavily. “Only the best for you daddy.” You rub on his dick faster and harder loving the sounds that emerges out of him and the reactions it reveals on his gorgeous face.

He groans grabbing her hips moving toward the couch. He sits down and lays back, his eyes looking up at her. “Then show me what you got love…show me all your skills…” He hits you with a final blow, “make me cum baby girl.” You take the challenge, moving down to rest on your knees in front of him. You rub his thighs up and down with the slightest bit of pressure, finally pulling him free of the restraints of his trousers. You suck his tip immediately. Swirling your tongue around it while maintaining eye contact. He shudders and leans back against the couch, enjoying every moment of it. He then lifts his head back up as she begins to suck his dick intently and caress her hair. “That’s it baby girl…just like that…mmm… so fucking good.” You moan over his dick, admiring his praise. You take his entire length in your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. You then take it out completely, very slowly, scooping vanilla and chocolate ice cream on his tip, watching it drip down on all sides of his dick, letting your warmth breath hover over his length. He lets out a loud whine, “Fuck baby, you don’t know much I needed this right now…you’re amazing~.”

Your smirk as the vanilla and chocolate ice cream mixture melts from your mouth. “That’s what I’m here for baby to satisfy all your needs.” His eyes roll back in pleasure and he holds your hair tightly, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. Moaning more intensely, you vibrate all the sound waves from your mouth all around his length eating the ice cream of his length. He groans loudly and pulls you off his dick, “Babygirl I need to fuck you so bad…But first let me eat your pussy.” You wipe your mouth before standing up and switching places, rising your dress to your hips and spreading your legs wide open. Jongho grins like an animal, and kneels between your legs, rubbing his hands up your thighs gently. You moan knowing what’s to come (literally). He’s barely touched you and your panties are wet from sucking his dick 30 seconds ago. He smirks mischievously, “Hmmm, you really like being dominated don’t you?” Noticing the wetness between your thighs. “Yes daddy but only with you.”

You moan as your panties grow impossibly wetter. He chuckles softly, “Good girl. Now, just lay back and let me show you how much I love dominating you.” You lean back swallowing the last bit of ice cream and pre cum in your mouth, waiting for him to devour your pussy. Jongho leans forward and grabs your thighs, spreading them wider apart, exposing your juicy pink pussy lips. You moan as he gets closer to where you need him. The cold air against you wet lips made you realize how wet you truly were.

He looks up at you lovingly, “Mmmm, such a good little slut you are…you like it when I touch your pretty little pussy?” You think about all the times he devoured your cunt and reply, “Y-yes daddy, I love it when your soft lips suction onto my clit, h-how you f-fingers dip deep inside my walls making me explode from inside, or how you wet tongue slithers easily inside my wet pussy,” you moan in between words reminiscing about previous times. He nods slowly, smiling as he notices you squirming around, trying to keep still for him. “That’s right baby girl…keep going.” You continue, “I-I love it when we use toys sometimes and you get frustrated that a toy is giving me pleasure rather than you-“ choked out you cough out something between a moan and a laugh. Jongho chuckles softly, leaning over and grabbing one of the vibrators off the living room side table, turning it on.

“Well now, since you’re already so turned on by this…why not put this toy to work? Lifting your head up in confusion you asks, W-wait, I thought you were gonna eat me out with your mouth daddy?” He smiles up at you again, “ Oh no I was gonna eat your pussy until you mentioned the vibrator, if you want me to use this instead, then I will. Just tell me what you wanna do, babygirl.” You can tell he’s teasing you at this point, he’s probably upset you compared him to a vibrator. “N-no daddy, I want your mouth. I-I’m sorry I was just joking. You plead, wet and ready for him to devour you immediately.

He chuckles deeply and moves his head down, placing his warm mouth over your swollen pussy lips, sucking them gently. You throw your head back in relief, noting to never joke again like that or he’ll probably reject you from any kind of pleasure. “Y-yes s-so good, thank you daddy.” He moans into your sweet pussy, enjoying how you tastes, “ Such a sweet little girl… and such an obedient little one too. I think you deserve something special tonight. What would you like?” You ponder for a minute before saying, “Y-your fingers daddy, put your fingers inside my pussy please-“ you moan out loudly, begging him repeatedly. He chuckles softly, moving two of his long thick fingers inside your tight dripping cunt, stretching it open as he rubs directly against your g spot.

You whine loudly as he stretches you, jerking your hips up in the air trying not to cum until he allows it, he rubs his fingers against the spot repetitively at a faster pace. His thumb begins to brush over your clit, making you jump. “So responsive, aernt you my angel?” Barely able to form words, you babble out like a baby, making up words as your brain turns foggy. He smirks knowing exactly what’s going on in your mind. “That’s right, don’t worry about speaking clearly anymore. You’ll be getting plenty of rest soon enough.” He continued rubbing your g spot with his two fingers, and rubbing your clit with his thumb, driving you absolutely nuts. “D-daddy I think I’m gonna cum soon-“ your orgasm approaches.

He looks at you hungrily. His eyes gleaming as he watched you get closer to climaxing. “Do it babygirl, cum all over these fingers for daddy!” Your thighs tremble even harder at his demands, finally cumming hard all over his fingers. Tears stream down your cheeks as you breath heavily, trying to come down from you high. He licks his lips greedily, smiling mischievously as he sees you coming down from your high. “ Good girl, now let’s clean up this mess together.” He pulls his fingers out your cunt and sucks them, cleaning the juices that came on his fingers. “Y-yes daddy- I begin to stand up, legs still shaking from my previous orgasm. As he stood up himself, towering over me he says, “Don’t move yet, darling. Let me clean you up.” He kneels down before you again and lifts your legs on his shoulders, exposing your pretty folds once again. Your still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and your breath shudders as he wipes your folds with a wet baby wipe.

“T-thank you daddy.” You say, still catching your breath. “Of course, angel. Now stay still.” He drives back down to lick in between your folds, savoring the remaining juices. You try to catch your breath overwhelmed with all the overstimulation, but you fail as he devour you so deliciously. “Mmmm… such an obedient little slut.” You smile at him and reply, “Only for you daddy.” Jongho smiles and sucks your inner thigh gently, leaving a small hickey. “You still okay to make dinner baby? I think you might need help considering you can’t stand for long.” He laughs softly under his breath, looking into your eyes. You grin wide as he marked you on your inner thigh, thinking about how you’ll be seeing that for a while, being reminded of this very moment. Yes daddy, I can still make dinner…and I do think I’m gonna need your help.” You and him laugh loudly in unison.

You and Jongho did end up cooking later that night with you falling a few times here and there. But he was always there to catch you before you fall. Just like you always caught him before he got exhausted with work. You still think of Jongho as your boss in a way, because you will always be there to satisfy his every need.

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PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY ORIGINAL WORKS, reblogs are appreciated and accepted. Stealing and modifying my work or publishing out on other platforms is not. 🖌️

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In Plain Sight - an interactive Gus FringxGN!Reader

============================ How does it work? At the end of every chapter, you will be presented with a hyperlink, disguised as a dialogue or action option, which will then lead you to a chapter following your choice and so on and so forth :)) Please let me know what u think (please don't sh#! on me choosing the xGN! instead of xBoy, I wanna enjoy my story as well lol) ============================ INFO: ============================ Yes, there are going to be smut chapters involved at some point. You can expect tags like: (MDNI!!!)

Domination, degradation, submission, power imbalance, sexual tension, hate fuck, choking, bondage, recording the deed, manhandling, hair pulling, dragging across the floor, Gus being the only receiver, etc etc.

The course of chapters, so smutty stuff as well, depends on your choices. If you read through the fanfic once, you can always come back to this main page and try other options! :D

The action is happening during BCS, not necessarily Breaking Bad (but I so badly wanna do something with the boxcutter, well, we will see), so you can expect appearances or mentions of Lalo, Nacho, etc. (but I don't like them so it's Gus focused) and there's gonna be Mike! <3 Now, the fanfic is not fully finished, so if you don't see the hyperlink at the bottom, it simply means that I haven't added the chapters yet. Please be patient <3 <3 ============================= UNFORTUNATELY it turns out that Tumblr does not support my idea completely as every time I edit a post, the URL of the said post changes which is incredibly bad as the more I write the more chapters I'd need to edit each time. Because of that I have moved this project to my blog that I created specifically for this and future x Reader projects: https://xrdr.blogspot.com/

You adjust the headphones in your ear and feel your heart sink as you fight to recover balance on your bicycle. You take a deep breath of fresh, moist air with a heavy scent of rain and turn the handle bar to the left. You pass through a big rain puddle and speed up, allowing your bike to gain momentum as you continue down the road. In the distance, a big glowing logo casts a cone of yellow hue on the glossy street. You feel your heart speed up as you try to go through all the possible questions that employers usually ask during an interview.

As you turn your bike to the parking lot of the fast food restaurant - Los Pollos Hermanos - you anxiously check if your pant legs got dirty. You sigh with relief and drive your bike to the bicycle stand and secure it there with a key chain. You brush your hands across the fabric of your clean, light blue shirt and enter the building. It's most deserted, probably due to the bad weather and the late afternoon hour.

You nod at the employees, currently taking care of the kitchen and the dining area. They nod back and one of them appears in front of the counter, waiting to take your order. You take a quick glance at the person and suddenly you become hyper-aware of all of his facial features. You want to inspect his entire face, but you know damn well it would be weird and most likely make him uncomfortable.

'Hello, I am here for the job interview. I was told that I will be speaking to the manager named Monica.'

The man smiles at you in the most heart-warming way you've seen in your life.

'Monica is unable to attend due to personal reasons. I will be taking over your interview process.'

'I see,' you nod and offer him your hand. 'Y/N.'

'Gustavo Fring,' he introduces himself and takes your hand into his. You can feel the strength resonating off his body and the hard texture of his palms. 'Nice to meet you.'

The name rings a bell immediately. You remember that Monica introduced the Los Pollos Hermanos brand to you over the phone and his name was mentioned at least once.

'Nice to meet you too, sir. Are you the owner of the food chain?'

'Yes.'

'Oh, I'm sure you're busy then. If Monica called in to cancel, I can be rescheduled as well,' you suggest.

'That's not going to be necessary, but I do appreciate your consideration,' he gives you a smaller smile, still just as warm as the first one.

You respond with the same expression and look to the side a moment later, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You blame it on the thrill of the new job interview and look back at the man. His eyes seem like an endless void, which immediately sinks you in.

'Do you need any more time?' he asks.

'No, but I'd like to wash my hands first,' you inform him and look around the restaurant. He lowers his gaze onto your face, observing you for a moment with a lingering smirk.

'It's over there,' Gustavo says after a few seconds, extending his arm to his right side.

You nod and turn on your heel, then go to the bathroom. As you catch your reflection in the mirror, you notice a small blush on your face.

'Oh my God,' you roll your eyes and turn on the tap, then wash your hands with soap.

When you return to Gustavo, he leads you to his office at the back of the building. The room is fairly small, with a small window above his desk. There is almost no sunlight sinking inside the office and it has a weirdly hostile vibe to it, even though the owner looks like nothing else but a sweetheart.

'Please, take a seat.'

You sit down at the chair and adjust yourself in the seat, then straighten your back, while Gustavo sits on his chair in front of you, immediately taking on a perfect posture. You can feel your heartbeat speed up as he opens up the lid of his laptop and you can see a small reflection of your resume in his thin-framed glasses.

'Let's begin, Y/N.' You nod enthusiastically and he gives you an encouraging smile as his eyes come back to yours. 'I don't usually review resumes of candidates without any previous experience in gastronomy.'

A slight hint of worry flashes through your face, immediately noticed by Gustavo.

'Can you tell me why you decided to make an exception?'

He makes a pause and observes you for a while. The single ray of the sun, sinking through the window behind him, falls onto his neck, creating a shadow of his figure, which is reaching all the way across the wooden desk towards your clasped palms.

'We are in need of employees. We are planning to expand to another restaurant soon and some of my employees from the restaurant in which we are sitting are going to be transferred, as it is closer to their home address.'

'Congratulations on the expansion!' you throw in the comment.

'Thank you very much,' he responds. 'What made me accept your resume is the fact that you live near this area, but mostly it was the fact that I realized that you are a foreigner, correct?'

'Um, yes,' you are taken aback by his question and you mask your discomfort before it gets noticed. 'I came here from New Mexico.'

'I'm from Chile. I know how hard it is to get your first job here, that's why I decided to give you a shot,' he admits.

'That is so very kind of you,' you say openly.

Gustavo raises his hands and connects them in front of his chin.

'But hard or not, I am going to treat everyone equally, without giving anyone a head start.'

'Understandable.'

'Because you do not have any prior experience with customers, can you tell me, if perhaps at school or in other areas in your life, have you encountered a difficult situation, a conflict that you managed to solve?'

Even though before coming to the interview, you had multiple sessions of talking to yourself in front of a mirror, preparing possible answers for usual interview questions, you cannot help but feel a little sting of stress at the question. Your mind presents you with a flash of an image, a painful memory of a rainy night and the car lights aimed straight at your face. There is an older man standing in front of you and a much younger one to his side.

'Y-yea,' you answer and clear your throat. 'Sorry. I remember solving a conflict in my classroom, where three of the top students wanted to take the responsibilities of being the class president. I suggested a class vote to clear the confusion. The other time I also stopped a fight between two classmates.'

'How exactly did you achieve that?'

'They were arguing about some girl. I went in between them,' you respond and see his eyebrows rise slightly. 'I know, a risky move, but it was worth it. They cooled down a bit, didn't hit each other and I just listened to both of their stories. It turned out - I don't remember the context now - but it turned out that they misunderstood each other.'

Both of the stories are made up, but Gustavo Fring doesn't have to know that. He doesn't need to be made aware of the fact that your cartel family never allowed you in a public school and that you are home-schooled. He also shouldn't be made aware of your fake ID that you used for your resume.

'How would you deal with a customer who reports incorrectly prepared food? For example undercooked chicken wings?'

You look to the side, then let your eyes wander across the wall and up to the ceiling, as you make a slow, quiet humming noise, thinking about the answer.

'Do I see the food that this imaginary customer reports?'

'Let's assume that in this particular scenario, you do.'

'Ok, so I wouldn't check the recipe, because I can see the plate, so I ask them nicely what is wrong with the food.'

''It's disgusting' - that's what the customer is saying,' Gustavo responds with a shadow of a smile on his face.

''I really want to help you in this situation, but I need some more information, please. Is it not to your liking in taste or is the quality disappointing and how?' that's what I would ask, or something similar,' you clarify.

'The quality is disappointing, because the meat is partially raw.'

'I am very sorry to hear that, would you like to receive a refund of your chicken wings order or a special offer for our menu?' you respond, choosing your words carefully. You look for validation on his face, but it is unreadable.

'Would you not try the chicken wings yourself to verify their honesty, Y/N?' he asks after a moment. I would or I wouldn't