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labyrinth-runner · 3 years ago

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“I might already be on me knees, but I’m still gonna make you say please.” Darkling x Fem!Reader

Title: Worth the Wait

Summary: Reader is insecure of their powers and their ability to be the sun summoner. General Kirigan assures them that they have what it takes.

Word Count: 2600

Warnings: It's sinful sunday folks. This is literally going to turn into smut. Unprotected smut. Marking.

You'd been at the Little Palace for almost a month and by now you felt like you should have been making progress. They called you a Saint, and prayed to you so that you would be their deliverance, but who would deliver you? Who would save you? The weight of your responsibilities was almost debilitating on your shoulders. Most of the Grisha looked at you like you were so much better than them, like they could only dream of being you.

If only they knew the truth. You were a sham. You could barely manage to bring forth your power on the good days. Your arm had felt the wrath of Baghra's rage more than once this week.

Your power on your own was nothing like when Aleksander touched you. When his hand closed around your wrist, it was like your power would do anything for him. It bent to his will, and you were okay with that. The warm sureness washed over you and made you feel for one small moment that you might actually belong here. With the Grisha. With him.

The way he looked at you made you feel like you were more than you actually are. He made you want to live up to that look.

After another failed day of practice, you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned in your comfortable bed, unable to relax. Eventually, you decided to get out of bed.

Your feet took you down to the main hall downstairs. The room was empty. Fires crackled in the hearths as their embers cooled from neglect. Your hand dragged along the tables, settling on the Darkling's seat. He had never used it in your time at the Palace, yet the Grisha fought over where they sat in relation to this chair.

There was nothing special about the chair. Its dark wood was smooth under your fingers. Casting a glance around, you pulled it out and sat, looking out over the empty chairs around you.

"It suits you," a voice said from behind you.

You jumped up, turning to see the silhouette of the General leaning against the open door to the war room. "I-I'm sorry, General."

"For what?" he asked, "For taking your rightful place? You should be sitting there, anyway. Not with the other Etherealki. You're not like them, Starling."

You blushed, looking down. "I know I'm not like them. They belong here. I don't."

"Come," he murmured, pushing the door wider for you to enter. "Let me set your mind at ease."

You passed by with bated breath, smelling the familiar scent of ash and cedar wash over you. Your eyes fell on the map resting on the table. The armies of Ravka were stretched thin, with enemies surrounding from all sides as well as from within. The door closed with a thud.

"Do you know why our enemies wish you dead?" he asked cooly.

"Because I am Grisha and Fjerdans hate our kind?" you replied.

His lips turned up slightly, "A good guess, but no. With your power, you can destroy the fold and reunite Ravka. A united country is stronger. We would loose less men, have more area to farm, and would have a better supply route. With you gone, we remain divided, an easy target for those who would wish Ravka harm."

You sighed, shoulders bowing forward. "I'm not capable of that."

"Not yet," he replied in your ear. His voice sent a shiver down your spine, "But you will be."

"How can you be so sure?" you asked, stepping forward out of his reach. Nervously, you rubbed your arms as you looked over the map.

"For a sun summoner, you surround yourself with darkness," he commented. A chill went through you as one by one the lights were consumed by pitch black night. "If you surround yourself with darkness, it's no wonder you can't find the light."

Your hair stood on end as you bumped into the table. Pieces on the war map toppled over. "If you're testing me, it won't work. There's no light here."

"There's no light in the fold, either," he countered.

"I'm not strong enough."

"Yes, you are." His voice was all around you, like the darkness. "You're just looking in the wrong places for the light."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a sun summoner. Your power comes from within. You need to stop looking outward for the power, the validation. The only person who can unlock your true potential is you."

"That's not true! When you touch me I-"

"When I touch you, I amplify what's already there. I make it easier for you to find it within you, but it's always been there, Starling."

You swallowed. The darkness was oppressive. Your voice was softer, less sure. "I can't."

"You can," he murmured. "All of those people believe in you. Why can't you believe in yourself?"

"Because they don't know me!"

"But they do. You are their Saint! The world has known you before you knew the world!"

"I'm no Saint. I'm just... I'm just me," you replied, frustrated.

"And what are you?"

"I..." Your mind was swimming. You used to say a member of the army. You used to say you were an orphan, someone without a place to belong. Then, after the incident in the fold, you were welcomed here. You wanted so badly to belong here. The Little Palace was everything you dreamed of. When you walked into a room, you were noticed. When you stood next to General Kirigan, you felt like an equal. You were no longer a nobody. You were a somebody. In the darkness, you reached for his cheek, and with precision you found it.

"I am Grisha" you replied, dragging your thumb across his cheek. Warmth surged through you as your power snaked it's way up to the surface. Your blood rushed in your veins. Every fibre of your being felt alive. You pushed away the darkness, surrounding you and Aleksander in a halo of light.

You pulled away from him and the room dimmed back to normal. His dark eyes focused on you, seeing you as he always had. His gaze was intense as you slowly backed away, your backside nudging the table.

"You're not just Grisha," he murmured stepping into your space. His hand reached up, his ring lightly grazing your cheek as he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. Your eyes fell from his to his lips. The air between you was charged. "You are mine, Starling."

His lips crashed against yours, his stubble tickling your skin. Your hands sunk into his raven hair to pull him closer to you. His large hands slid up your thighs, pushing your robe further up as they hooked behind your knees to lift you onto the table. Your back knocked over multiple little pieces, causing you to chuckle as his lips made their way down your neck to your clavicle. His thumbs drew lazy circles on the inside of your thighs as his lips trailed lower. Landing on his knees in front of you, his lips sucked marks up the soft flesh of your legs, inching the fabric further up.

"Are you scared?" he murmured, looking up from between your legs.

"Of you?" you asked, smoothing a lock of his hair out of his eyes. You thought back to all the moments between you, the pull, the charge, the familiarity of him. There was a crackle between your skin as your atoms grew closer, wanting to bond. You knew it now, you were two halves of the same whole. He was darkness, you were light. You could not exist without each other. Just as you could not know light without dark, you hadn't known yourself until you knew him.

"Starling?" he asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

"No," you admitted. "I'm not."

"Well, Starling, what do you want?" Aleksander asked, his fingers slipping up to hook around the band of your underwear, tugging down gently.

"You," you groaned, your head falling back to look at the ceiling as the cold air hit your skin.

“I might already be on me knees, but I’m still going to make you say please," he smirked, nipping your thigh.

"Please, Aleksander," you breathed, subconsciously opening your legs wider for him. "I want you."

The smug grin that you got in response made you bite your lip. His eyes seemed to get impossibly darker with desire as his hand slid up your chest to push you flat back against the table top. His other hand tugged on the bow keeping your robe closed, letting it fall open. He stood between your legs, taking in how you looked spread out over Ravka. All of it would be his from this moment forth: Ravka and you. The world was at his fingertips.

The anticipation was killing you as he gently dragged his fingertips down the valley of your chest before settling on your hips.

You had to wonder what he thought when he looked at you. Was this love? Or was it simply lust? When two beings such as yourselves existed, was there any other course to take besides falling for each other? When you were the only two beings who could potentially live forever, why would you fall for those who could die when like should end up with like?

"I've waited so long for you," he whispered.

"Then why wait any longer?" you asked breathlessly, propping up on your elbows. You had never felt more bare; more seen.

He tapped his fingers in a cadence on your thigh as one would impatiently tap a table. "You make a good point, Starling."

Reaching up, you grabbed ahold of the lapels of his coat, pulling him down to you. He rested his forehead against yours as your hands smoothed up his chest and over his shoulders to push the fabric off his body. Then, your sure fingers worked his buttons over with determination.

He grabbed your hands, bringing them up to kiss your wrists. The Darkling took over from where you left off, shedding his own shirt and pants until he matched you.

Hooking your heels around his abdomen, you pulled him closer. His hard length bumped against your slick. His eyes closed at the feeling.

Suddenly, it was if something had come over him. One hand gripped your hip as the other cupped the back of your head somewhat roughly to pull you into a kiss.

This kiss was different.

It was rough, passionate, but it wasn't all sunshine and roses. Part of it was frustration. Anger. Disgust at himself for not being able to be the cool, controlled Darkling he was known to be. He blamed you. He blamed himself for becoming undone by you.

You kissed him back with the same ferocity, but opposing emotions. Your kiss was a resignation, an acceptance that this was how the world should be. Your kiss was relief. Your kiss was love and admiration. Your fingers tugged at his hair, making him open his mouth to fight your tongue for dominance. It was a long battle, but you won. You twirled your tongue around his, soothing him. Your breaths mingled as one, a balance. Your breaths were tantric as he pulled your body flush against his.

Unexpectedly, he lifted you, carrying you towards his bedroom.

"What's wrong with where we were?" you asked softly as he placed you on his bed. It was softer than yours.

"I don't want to think of the war while I make love to you," he sighed in your ear. He pulled back to kiss you softly. "I just want it to be you and me. Here. Now."

Lining himself up with your entrance, he took a deep breath. He kissed you again as he entered. He wasn't forceful, but it was still an adjustment. He swallowed your noises of discomfort with his mouth, waiting for you to become accustomed to the feel of him. When you nodded, he started to move.

He started slow, rocking back and forth into you, kissing you as he did. His hand dipped down to push your knee towards your chest to increase the angle. He hit somewhere deep inside you, causing you to gasp. The gasp quickly turned into a moan as he hit the spot again and again. His pace quickened in speed and increased in roughness, but you liked it. Your body had taken worse beatings that left you feeling less pleasure than this before.

Your fingernails dug into his shoulder, looking to ground yourself. Deep within you, your power was surging, giving you energy that you spent on the Darkling. You matched his thrusts.

"Saints," he gasped.

You grabbed his chin, bringing his face back to look at yours. "I am yours. Take me as you want me."

His gaze was unfocused, seeing through you, but he nodded. His hips snapped into yours at a pace that shook the bed. Your hand gripped his hair tightly as he bit your neck, sucking a mark that you knew would be visible.

It was almost on the precipice of being more pain than pleasure. Your body was incredibly hot. A slight sheen of sweat glistened on your skin as you gasped for air from the exertion of it all. Every muscle in your body was pulled taut, like a slingshot ready to fire.

"Let go," he instructed in your ear.

You screamed his name. Your toes curled as a blinding light filled your vision and you saw stars. You saw the light within you, soaring up towards the heat of your inner sun until you could almost touch it.

And then you were falling. Crashing into a pool of cool darkness. The cold washed over your skin and you realized it was Aleksander's release. The darkness quenching the heat of the sun.

He slowed his pace, fucking you both through your orgasm until life came back into focus for both of you. You blinked through your daze until your vision cleared and you were back in the arms of the Darkling, resting on his bed.

The Darkling had lived a thousand lives before you were even born. Part of you wondered how often he had laid with someone like this, wondering how you'd compare to the rest.

He flopped on his back to catch his breath, chuckling as he stared at the canopy of his bed.

"That was...." He turned to look at you, a boyish grin on his face that you recognized as a happiness he never wore. "Worth the wait."

You let out a breathy laugh of your own as you turned onto your stomach. "Good. I'd hate to disappoint."

"You'd never disappoint, Starling." His smile softened as he reached up to hook his thumb under your chin.

Your eyes trailed down his body, looking at his chest and scrutinizing it for the first time. Scars marred his body. "I'm surprised you never had Genya erase those."

"They remind me of what I'm fighting for." He followed your gaze and sighed, the wall of sadness back in place, and also, you realized, grief.

You reached out to take his hand, kissing his palm. "The fight will be over soon."

He held his arm up so that you could tuck into his side. Hugging you into his side, he kissed the top of your head. "One way or another, Starling. One way or another."

#darkling x reader #darkling smut #general kirigan x you #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan smut #aleksander morozova imagine #darkling imagine #general kirigan imagine #sinful sunday

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pepper-up-potion · 3 years ago

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One page, one kiss (Sirius black x Gn!reader)

Summary: Reader wants to read but Sirius isn’t much of a reader. Maybe kisses can create a good compromise.

Warnings: sooooo things didn’t go as planned and now there’s a steamy kiss, some hand on thigh action and a little hinting at the possibility of other things. That being said I feel like it’s pretty PG13 and sfw so it’s up to you if you want to read it or not. Other than that there aren’t any, everything else is fluff.

Word count: 1119

A/n: So I had a whole outline and everything planned out and then this “steamy” kiss (but it’s not acc steamy, like I don’t want you to get your hopes up) and all sort of came out of nowhere. Sorry about that folks! The kiss per page is a thing that my boyfriend created to motivate me to read cuz I’m not much of a reader (though I really am trying to read more). I feel like there’s always more important things to do than read but once I start I actually really like it. I sort of saw Sirius like me in that sense.

“So what do you want to do today?” Asks Sirius, walking towards you. You lift a finger to tell Sirius to wait as you finish reading your sentence. You then place that finger on the word on your page, saving your place and look up at him.

“Read.” You state simply from the couch.

There’s a stutter in his step. “All day?” He asks, a pure look of shock on his face.

“All day.” You affirm with a small proud smile. Sirius plops on the couch next to you with a heavy sigh.

“What am I to do?” He huffs, throwing his arms in the air and pouting. You smile to yourself, there’s nothing cuter than a pouting Sirius Black. You slide over to him and turn to face him. You push a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“You could read too, you know.” There’s no judgment in your recommendation. Your voice is soft and patient. You know Sirius doesn’t like to read much but you try to encourage him to do things, much like he does for you.

Sirius being Sirius, is dramatic enough to fall onto your lap and cover his eyes, as if trying to hide from the idea of reading. You roll your eyes but you have nothing but adoration for Sirius.

“Aw c’mon Sirius, give it a try.” You nudge him with your elbow. He peaks between his fingers hesitantly. You tickle his chin gently and flash an enticing smile. Sirius doesn’t move, apparently not ticklish. You try to pull his hands away from his eyes instead. He finally gives in and let’s you gently pull them down to his chest. You hold his hands in place, rubbing circles on the back of them.

You lean down for a short kiss on the lips. Sirius hums and chases your lips as you pull away and sit back up. He pouts again, giving you puppy dog eyes for another kiss.

That’s when you get a wicked idea. You push a finger to Sirius’ lips and smile. “I’ve got an idea.”

Sirius tilts his head, waiting for you to elaborate. “We make a deal. For every page read, you get a kiss.” You propose.

Sirius thinks about it. You know he’s trying to find a loophole. A way he can get kisses without having to crack open a book. You patiently run your hand through his hair, knowing he’ll eventually cave.

“Fine.” He sighs. You try to hide your smile. It’s a delicate victory. He could change his mind anytime. You pick up your wand from the couch armrest and summon Sirius’ book. It takes a while, he probably buried it deep under a pile of clothes.

Sirius settles next to you, opening his book with a sigh. You give him a teasing hum before opening your own book and starting to read.

You flip your page once you’ve finished reading the last sentence and quickly start the new page, engrossed in your story.

“Kiss.” You jump a little, forgetting Sirius was even next to you. You give him a confused look before you remember your deal. You smile softly, gladly accepting a kiss from your boyfriend.

You lean forward and plant a short and sweet kiss to Sirius’ lips. When you pull back, Sirius gives you a triumphant look, happy with his little victory.

The same situation happens again after every page you or Sirius finishes. Soon enough Sirius finishes his first chapter and sits up.

“You know, I worked pretty hard to get to the end of this chapter.” He pauses.

You nod slowly, “yes, and I’m very proud of you for that.” There’s a hint of hesitation in your voice. You know your boyfriend too well to know this is just him recognizing his accomplishment.

“I think it’s only fair I get 15 kisses for finishing the chapter.” He gives you an innocent look but you can see his mischievous smile on the corner of his lips.

You lift your eyebrows and gape at Sirius. You quickly compose yourself and smile. “Is that right?” You taunt.

Sirius nods seriously. He stares into your eyes and doesn’t budge. You try to fight it, your competitive side not wanting to face but eventually you roll your eyes, accepting defeat.

“We’ll I suppose I won’t turn down the opportunity for a few more kisses.” You say with a sarcastic sigh. In seconds Sirius is hovering close to your face. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in.

The first couple of kisses are just little pecs on the lips but soon your kisses evolve into open mouthed ones. Sirius brings his hand up to your face and cups your cheek. He places his second hand behind your head and guides you down on the couch so you’re lying down. He props one arm on either side of your head and slips his tongue past your lips. You grab the back of his head and pull him even closer, deepening the kiss.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. You count in your head.

You push on Sirius’ chest and he groans. “That’s fifteen. Back to your book mister.” You say cheekily.

Sirius steps off of you and grabs his book. You sit up and settle back on the couch with your book. Suddenly there’s a warm hand curled around your thigh. He never looks away from his book but there’s a gentle squeeze when you look at him with wide eyes. Maybe reading isn’t the only thing you’ll be doing today after all.

Turns out you were severally wrong. As Sirius goes from page to page and chapter to chapter, the kisses become rushed and almost undesired. You realize Sirius is so hooked in his book that he would rather read than kiss. Eventually he even stops kissing you altogether.

While you do miss the cute little kiss routine, you are happier to see Sirius being so engrossed into his story. It also gives you the chance to read without interruption. Eventually Sirius lays his head in your lap with his book held up above his head. You play with his hair and focus on your own book, sometimes looking down to watch him zoom through his book.

Hours fly past, the both of you lost in your books. You first spot it out of the corner or your eye. Sirius turns another page and you realize he is at the last one of his book. There’s a sudden pride that swells in your chest. Comparing the morning where he was whining about having to read and him now finishing his book.

He suddenly snaps his book shut, breaking the relaxing silence in the room. He sits up and turns to look at you. You open your mouth to comment on how happy you are that he completed a book but he speaks first.

“You owe me 510 kisses.” His face is dead serious. He sits with his book closed on his lap and waits. When you don’t move, feeling quite stunned, he puckers his lips a little and gives you puppy dog eyes.

There’s the Sirius you know. Always finding loopholes in every situation.

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years ago

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New Enemies, New Alliances (Sweet Betrayal Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: Swearing, graphic description of injuries/death, violence, grief, blood, manipulation

Word count: 3,661

(A/N): Things are starting to get spicy, folks!

“Nice job today, I think you’d actually put up a fight in battle now,” Dream grabbed your hand and helped you up. You basked in the compliment, they were few and far between. Now, if you didn’t pass one of the Badlanders by accident, Dream and Lucius were the only ones to recognize your work.

You brushed off your training clothes and smiled to yourself when you saw Lucius move to pat you on the back before stopping himself. He’s been around for a month now and he still isn’t used to not being able to touch anyone. You remembered that when he was alive, physical touch was his love language. It must be killing him to not touch anybody.

“Yeah! I’d hate to be on the other side of your sword, homie!” You have no clue why he started to call you ‘homie’, he hated that word when he was alive. Faintly, you supposed that he must’ve learned it sometime between after he died and when he was looking for you as a ghost.

“Thanks, guys,” you fiddled with the handle of your sword before swinging it over to rest on your shoulder. The walk home was filled with Lucius and Dream exchanging terrible puns, much to your exasperation. Out of all the things he could’ve kept in his personality after he died, it just had to be his love for puns.

As the days passed and the war’s climax drew closer and closer, stress was increasing in the White House. Schlatt had become far more paranoid of traitors in the midst of the remaining cabinet, and truth be told you were also growing more paranoid. It was like you and Schlatt were the only ones completely loyal to Manberg anymore.

Lucius had increasingly grown worried for your well being, always trying to push you to go to bed early and urging you to distance yourself from Schlatt. In your opinion Lucius was insane for even suggesting the latter, Schlatt was everything to you. Without him, you’d be nothing.

“I really don’t-”

“Lucius, drop it,” you hissed out, rubbing your forehead and returning to your work. You needed to get this paperwork done as soon as you could, otherwise Schlatt would have your ass.

“I’m not going to ‘drop it’, (y/n). You need a break! All of this,” he swung his arms around to gesture at your office, “isn’t you.”

“You don’t understand, Lucius,” you bitterly chuckled and threw your quill down onto your desk. The ink that was on the tip splattered over the desk, staining the birch wood black. “This,” you gestured towards the office and walked over to the window. Lucius followed you and looked out at the city. You clasped your hands behind your back and smiled fondly at the sight of the endless buildings. “This is me.”

“I know you, you aren’t this- this brutal or bloody insane!” Lucius tried to put his hands on your shoulders but stopped himself, settling for crossing them across his chest. “You’re caring, funny, ambitious, and most importantly agreeable! Now, if someone even slightly crosses you, your first thought is revenge.”

“That person was a coward through and through. Aren’t you happy that I’m finally standing up for myself?”

“Standing up for yourself? Standing up for yourself? You get stepped on constantly by that ram asshole that you call a father, you call that standing up for yourself?”

You spun around to face him, looking down at his face with a harsh glare, “you have no right to bring Schlatt up, he’s done everything for me while you were just galavanting around the SMP doing Ender knows what! He’s the one that took me in. He’s the one that cared for me. He’s the one who made me who I am today. He’s the one that made me less of a coward.”

“Are you serious? He’s the one that completely fucked up your life! When was the last time he’s said anything that bordered on nice to you? When was the last time he said he loves you? I just want the best for you, (y/n),” he ran a hand through his hair and looked up at you in desperation and frustration. “You wouldn’t be this mentally unstable or this disfigured if you would’ve just stayed away from him like I told you to do when I was alive.”

“You clearly don’t know what’s best for me if you’re too blind to know that Schlatt changed me for the better,” you scoffed to yourself. “That person left the second I killed you.”

You watched as his already pale skin blanched impossibly and his eyes widened in horror. “You- you what?”

So he doesn’t remember his own death? How interesting.

“You don’t remember? You were my first kill, I can still remember the crunching sound your skull made and how warm the blood that splattered on my face was when I drove that pickaxe through your forehead. The power I felt after I came to terms with the fact that I just took someone’s life? Exhilarating.”

You smirked down at his terrified face, taking great pleasure in the fear he felt. He took several steps back from you, almost tripping when his heel caught the edge of the carpet. Grinning, you followed him until he was pressing himself up against the wall. You leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “I’ve never felt anything like it before. You were my first friend and my first kill, kudos to you.”

He ducked out of your presence with haste and distanced himself from you, his chest heaving with panicked breaths. He stuttered out a response, “do you even regret it?”

Regret was something you always pushed deep into your subconscious, “regret is for losers, winners own up to everything they do,” Schlatt’s voice echoed in your mind. You didn’t like thinking about your regrets, however the delicious fearful tone that shook Lucius’ voice was too alluring to ignore. He deserved every single ounce of the fear that racked his body, the argument that had raged on previously still filling you with anger. You’d humor him for now.

You certainly regretted it when you first killed him prior to losing your first life, if losing your first life is anything to go by. You hadn’t even done it on purpose; it was simply a freak accident in an abandoned mineshaft. You didn’t know that when you and Lucius discovered it that you’d leave without him. You could remember exactly what happened that day.

“Luci, wait up!” You pushed yourself to run faster into the cave, chasing the short teenager. He threw his head back and laughed, “catch me if you can!”

You grinned happily to yourself, “I’ll catch you faster than you can say a damn pun!”

You followed him deeper and deeper into the cave, passing different assortments of ores and jumping over crevices along the way. The carefree laughter that bounced off from the stone walls mingling with the slapping of both of your leather boots against the floor.

Despite the sharp twists and turns, you managed to stay hot on his trail. Eventually, he led you deep into a mineshaft. That was where you couldn’t keep up with him anymore. By the time you followed him around a corner, he was nowhere to be seen. You slowly came to a stop and looked around at the dark hallways. This had to be the largest mineshaft you’d ever seen, it was seemingly endless with a labyrinth of twisting halls. You looked behind you only to be met with even more dark halls. You couldn’t even remember where you came from, everything in here looked the same.

In the distance, you heard the hissing of cave spiders and the pitter pattering of their multitude of feet on stone. You swallowed nervously and took out your pickaxe, mentally scolding yourself for not thinking to bring your sword. Every single sound made you jump out of your skin and press yourself up against the wall, preparing yourself to swing at any movement.

Eventually, you gathered the courage to start to wander the maze of hallways. You gripped the handle of your iron pickaxe in a vice grip, ready to kill any mob that would potentially sneak up on you.

“Luci, please come out. I’m starting to get scared.”

You paused to strain your ears for any potential reply, only to sigh to yourself when you heard nothing but cave spider sounds and the faroff dripping of water. With a steadying breath, you ventured further into the mineshaft.

As you passed a hallway, you saw sudden movement from the corner of your eye. Squeezing your eyes shut with a small yelp, you spun around, raised your pickaxe, and swung it down with all your might.

In an instant, you heard a sharp gasp. When you felt your pickaxe make contact with something, a sickening combination of a crunching and squelching noise accompanied the feeling of something warm splatter across your face. You peeked your eyes open to see what mob had attacked you.

Instead of a zombie or… or whatever your mind was expecting to see, Lucius stood there looking at you with his eyes bulging and his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Your hands left the pickaxe and flew up to your mouth as you stepped back in horror at what you’ve done. As soon as you dropped the pickaxe, Lucius’s body dropped with it. He fell to the stone ground limply with a thud, landing on his side with his arms and legs awkwardly sprawled out.

You stood frozen as you watched his body start to convulse before falling still completely after what seemed like hours. Nothing but the roaring of blood in your ears and the obnoxiously loud thumping of your heart in your throat was heard. You finally snapped out of your trance when you saw his body still and started to dissolve in glowing golden dust.

“No, nonononono what the fuck did I just do?!” You dropped to your knees next to his body, feeling icy dread as you saw the telltale sign of death floating from his body. Gritting your teeth, you pressed your hands over his limp arm where the majority of the dust was coming from in a desperate attempt to potentially save him. He was already losing his warmth, you could feel him rapidly cooling under your hands. To your terror, the dust merely slipped through the cracks of your fingers.

Strangled sobs left your mouth as you removed your hands and dragged his upper body onto your lap. You lifted him up and hugged him as tight as you could, once again pressing your hands over the glowing gold, trying and failing to keep his body in one piece. You hated how he was slowly lightning as his body was dissolving.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated to him like a mantra. “I’m so fucking sorry Luci, come back.”

Just before he fully left you, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, praying to whatever gods were above that he’d just wake up and laugh loudly.

“You should’ve seen your face,” he’d tease you, “I really got you good this time, didn’t I?”

He’d then realize just how terrified you were, and he’d then hold you close to him while humming your song over and over. He’d tell you, “turn that frown upside down! You’re never fully dressed without a smile.” He’d put his pointer fingers on the corners of your lips and lift it into a smile, telling you to “fake it til you make it” and that “your smile is your best asset to use against someone.”

You’d ask him in a bout of confusion, “but then you’d be vulnerable! Isn’t it better to just… hide it all?”

He’d give you that dazzling smile of his and gently tap your nose with a finger, “hiding everything behind a smile is better than being a husk of a person. I know there’s a constant happiness deep down in you, I’ve seen it and it’s absolutely beautiful. C’mon,” he’d start to jab your sides lightly, “give me a smile!”

You’d shove his hands away from you with a small, genuine smile. He’d then haul you up to your feet and lead you out of the mines, pulling you behind him as he ranted constantly about what he had planned for you both for the day with his signature blinding smile.

But that didn’t happen.

Soon enough, you were holding nothing in your tight grasp and your face was hovering midair with something coming to rest in your lap. As you pried your eyes open and saw the bloodied pickaxe that laid in your lap and the blood that covered your clothes and slicked your hands, a guttural scream ripped itself from your throat. You’ve never screamed so loudly or so intensely; you were unsure if the copper you tasted in the back of your throat was from your fried vocal cords or from Lucius.

You stayed in that spot crying until you couldn’t anymore. The full reality of the situation hit you as you finally found your way out of the cave after days of wandering. Not knowing where else you could go, you stumbled to Schlatt and Quackity’s house.

The second Quackity opened the door and saw you sobbing and splattered with blood looking like you haven’t eaten or drank anything in days, he immediately took you into their household and sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He was the one that cleaned the blood off from your face with a warm washcloth and held you to his chest after you cried out when the feeling of the warm water was too similar to the blood that had splattered your face days before.

Schlatt had been the one to coax you to eat something after you had passed out in Quackity’s arms, whether due to lack of sleep or nourishment, you didn’t know. Alongside that, he was the first one you talked to about a couple of days into your stay with them.

Though you never told them what happened to your late best friend and what you did to him, they fully supported you and slowly nursed you back to the point where you could keep yourself alive without their constant aid. Whenever you’d have nightmares of the incident, Schlatt would be quick to make you realize that you were in their guest bedroom and not deep inside of a mineshaft while Quackity would stay by your side throughout the night softly humming small tunes.

Though everything came crashing down when Philza showed up at their door one day and drugged you home, your time with them solidified your suspicions that you could be loved.

You blunk, the scene of the blood spattered stone being replaced with your office and the very boy you accidentally killed cowering in the far corner of your room. He was staring at you like you were a starving lion and he was a cornered gazelle, watching your every move vigilantly. You couldn’t blame him, he was in the same room with his murderer after all.

“...I didn’t mean to kill you; I was terrified at the time, I couldn’t believe that I killed my best friend. Hell, I even killed myself because of the guilt.”

Though a brief flash of sadness reflected across his face, he hadn’t budged from his place with his eyes still trained on you, “t-the past doesn’t matter. Do you regret it now?”

You once again paused, the question of ‘do you regret it’ circulating your mind once more. If Lucius hadn’t died that day, you wouldn’t be the person you were today; you’d still be getting stepped on by everyone. You’d still be a coward, a spineless nobody. You wouldn’t be happy.

Though you hated yourself for even thinking about this, you questioned if you were truly happy here. You had everything you’ve ever wanted here: the power that you craved, a surefire means of getting your revenge, and living with the person that had constantly supported you. You couldn’t explain it, but it felt like something was missing. Yes, you’ve felt like that your entire life, but lately it felt like a massive, evergrowing void from deep within your core was swallowing everything within you. Maybe Lucius was right. Maybe-

“Why are you hesitating?!” Your eyes snapped to Lucius, surprised at his outburst. Now instead of the petrified look on his face just moments before, a spiteful one replaced it. “Why the fuck are you hesitating?”

“Lucius-”

A bitter chuckle interrupted you, “the fact that you’re hesitating tells me everything I need to know. I really thought the real you was somewhere deep within you, but you were right! This is the real you... You really are the monster everyone says you are.”

Before you could say anything, he fazed through the door leaving you standing in the middle of your desolate office. It felt like a spike was driven through your heart, you never would’ve expected Lucius to say anything like that. Not Lucius, never Lucius.

The pleasure that coursed through your veins previously during the argument had long since fleeted and been replaced with something you vowed to never feel again: regret. Disgust hit you full force as you remembered the delight and satisfaction that filled you at the sight of his fear. Your first and closest friend that stuck with you through thick and thin, his utter fear gave you pleasure. You really were a monster, weren’t you?

A knock sounded at your door, making you jump out of your skin.

“(Y/n), it’s time for our session.” Dream’s voice sounded through the thick doors. You sighed and looked at your suit, you weren’t even dressed properly.

“I’m not ready yet, I will be in about five minutes.” Your tone wavered slightly, making you hope that Dream wouldn’t comment on it.

“Is everything alright? I’m coming in.”

The door opened to reveal Dream wearing his usual lime green hoodie and his signature smiling mask. His curls bounced as he made his way over to you and examined your face.

“You look like shit,” he mused, “you know, you don’t need that ghost. He’s just been holding you back this entire time.”

“Well,” you crossed your arms and looked off to the side, “he isn’t in the picture anymore.”

He was silent for a moment before he walked over to your couch and sat down haphazardly, gesturing for you to do the same. When you did, he hummed, “you know, Lucius isn’t the only one holding you back from your full potential.”

“Who is then?”

“Schlatt.”

Schlatt’s name sent ice through your veins, your fingers growing numb and your throat drying up.

Just as you opened your mouth to object, Dream raised a finger to silence you. “He can’t even run his own country that he claims to be so proud of. In fact, he’s making you do all his dirty work while he gets drunk off his ass, not even recognizing you for your work. Everything you’ll ever do, even if you half ass it, is always going to surpass him at his best... He’s going to fire you soon, you know.”

You felt truly helpless in that moment, “what? He needs me, he-”

“As soon as the war ends, he’s just going to toss you aside just like everyone else in your life has. Just like Philza has, and now just like Quackity, the Badlanders, and Lucius has. But…”

He turned his head towards you and tilted it slightly. You hesitated before clearing your throat, “but what?”

“I can help you. I won’t throw you out like you’re a piece of garbage; I’m not a brain dead idiot like they are. I see your potential, and you’re going to absolutely thrive if you accept my help.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “...what’s the catch?”

“Ever the vigilant one; so wary of the world at such a young age, so smart,” he chuckled to himself. “What you have to do is simple, not even a moron like Schlatt could fuck it up. I’ll do all the work here, all you have to do is pledge your undying loyalty to me. Of course, you could stay here,” he released a long sigh, “and waste your potential while simultaneously inevitably getting abandoned, or you could break the cycle by working with me and reaching your full potential; I’ll never abandon you like they all did. Are you in?”

He stuck his hand out towards you and held it in the air, waiting for you to seal the deal. You stared at it as you contemplated his offer.

Though the thought of Schlatt throwing you out crushed your heart, you wouldn’t be lying if you said you expected him to do so sooner or later. With his ever growing dependence on alcohol, his judgement has grown increasingly more clouded. The furthest corner of your mind acknowledged that he was going to abandon you sooner or later as the abuse got worse, but your conscious mind refused to even think about him not being in your life.

Maybe it was time to turn a new leaf, Dream had said that you hadn’t reached your full potential yet and everything here was holding you back. You trusted him, he had proved to be a good mentor and a good person during your training sessions. He proved to genuinely care about you.

“Well, are you in or not? I’d hate to see such potential get wasted because someone is stuck in the past.”

You slapped your hand into his and shook it firmly, “I’m in.”

His mask lifted up slightly as he smiled underneath it. He shook your hand and matched your firmness, “excellent.”

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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Pirate/Mermaid AU

requested by this anon: “Alright. Hear me out. Pirate Sapnap x Mermaid(fem) Reader. Finna Sapnap and the bois end up in a shipwreck and then reader tosses them all on shore and nurses them back to health type beat. Idrc, I just need that pirate AU. Please and thank you!”

{*Pulls out notebook of mermaid lore, with folk lore from everywhere around the world including tumblr, fresh vs salt water mermaids, shallow vs abyssal mermaids, mermaid sizes based on sightings, and legends, and lets it drop onto table* Boy oh boy have I been waiting for this}

{Like seriously tho}

Pirate!Sapnap x fem!mermaid!reader

trigger warnings: swearing mentions of drowning

premise: pirate sapnap and his crew wined up in a shipwreck, and naturally, since your passing by, you figure you might as well save them. As you help them recover, you can’t help but revel in the stories Sapnap tells of traveling around the high seas, well you’ve never been able to leave your cove. Eventually, when the time comes, there is a choice to make

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Days since you washed over the Reef 323:

You floated lazily alongside what was left of the wrecked ship as Sapnap moved about, trying to find more worth scavenging.

“I thought you got everything out of there.” You said, twisting to lean your fore arms on the now sideways knee wall of the ship.

“Well, we’ll need all of it if we want to make anything that can make it proper back to the smp.” He explained, dropping some of the less water logged planks onto the raft.

You nodded, still looking up at him quizzically, “Where will you go? After the smp of course.”

Sapnap paused, sitting down on the edge of the boat, “Mm, probably back further south, it’s nice down there.”

“Where's your favorite place out there?” You implored.

“There's lots of cool places,” He chuckled, running a hand through his scraggly hair, “I suppose the land Karl rules over, he calls it party island. Its quite a good time.”

“Sounds interesting.” You smiled, letting your chin rest on your arms.

“It’s one of the only places that doesn’t have a constant warrant out for our arrest, so that's good enough, even if the locals are- strange.”

“Stranger than you?” You smirk.

A grin crossed his face as he reached down to flick water your direction, “Stranger than merfolk.”

“Hey!” You protested, raising your tail to splash water back at him.

He laughed, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“You underestimate me!” You brought your tail down on the surface of the water, splashing him.

Still laughing Sapnap went back to gathering what he could find out on what was left of the main deck, dropping it back down onto the raft before climbing on, “Lets go get Ranboo then.”

You nodded, grabbing hold of part of the raft and beginning to swim across to the other half of the wreck, where the other boy had been doing scavenging of his own.

“Ahoy there!” The younger mans voice rang out from the back side of the wreck, “I’ve found a way into the hold!”

“Where?” Sapnap asked, eagerly climbing off the raft and onto the rocky reef the ship had been sunk on.

“Round over here!” Ranboo finally appeared from the side of the wreck, “You have to swim a little, but there's a hole in the ship, I made it big enough to get through!”

“How water logged is everything?”

“Ehh, not too bad, we can probably get a decent amount of it.” Ranboo itched at the back of his head.

Sapnap grinned, immediately scrambling across the rocks towards the other side of the ship, “Lets go then!”

You sighed as they both disappeared, pulling yourself up to sit on the raft, long tail still half dipped in the water, glumly calling, “Good luck.”

“Don’t sound so upset! I bet if you really wanted to you could get over here!” Sapnap’s voice came muffled from somewhere within the hold.

You scoffed, “Yeah, and get myself so busted up on those rocks that I can’t keep you fools out of trouble.”

Ranboo’s head appeared again, as he heaved a chest up and onto the reef, “We don’t need to be kept out of trouble.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “You two were the ones who got in a shipwreck.”

“Your the one who got stuck in this cove,” Sapnap pointed out, coming back into view with a chest of his own, “Fish in a bowl.”

“Well at least I had an excuse for getting thrown over this damn wall.” You snapped.

After that it was quiet as you climbed off the raft, carful not to knock anything to the water as they loaded up the chests, quickly going back for another round and stacking them on the raft.

You sighed, holding the raft steady as they tried to find a way to get everything to balance, “At least one of you is going to have to swim. This isn’t gonna work.”

Ranboo and Sapnap looked at each other for a moment before Sapnap nodded at the raft, and Ranboo climbed on, almost reluctantly, “You know if I swam too we could get more stuff on here.”

“Too late,” You said, letting go of the raft and letting yourself sink back down into the water for a moment, quickly reemerging as Sapnap went to jump from the reef, “Be careful. I’m not dragging your dumb ass back to shore again.”

He rolled his eyes, “You worry too much.”

“No one said I was worried.” You scoffed.

Off to the side Ranboo faked gaged, grabbing one of the planks to use as a makeshift oar and began to paddle away, “You guys are the worst!”

You chuckled, quickly moving out of the way as Sapnap jumped down into the water yelling, “Race you to shore!”

Rolling your eyes you began to swim, “There's literally no way for you to beat me!”

Sure enough you quickly pulled ahead, grabbing a hold of the raft to pull it with you, chuckling as Ranboo began to yell joking insults back toward Sapnap, then as you drew closer to the shore, Karl joining in, despite having no clue what was going on.

As the water grew shallow Ranboo jumped off the raft, pulling it up to shore, Sapnap hurrying to help him upon reaching the same depth.

Karl waved at you before grabbing the first of the chests, pulling it up onto the shore before beginning to rummage through its contents.

Smiling you slowly began to drift back out away from the shore, pulling yourself up onto one of the few smooth rocks that littered the cove, sudenly tired from the trips back and forth, content for now to just relax in the sun.

Days since you washed over the reef: 325

Your dreams of the terrible storm that had landed you trapped within the cove were interrupted by a soft call of your name.

“Hmm?” You rubbed at your eyes, sitting up to see that the sun had mostly set, and to see Sapnap standing at the end of the rickety pier that they had built during there first week stranded.

“Hey.” He smiled.

“Hey yourself.” You slipped off your rock, quickly swimming over to him.

He sat down at the edge of the dock, offering a large piece of watermelon to you, “This is the last of the watermelons, Karl’s already started planting the seeds but hopefully we won’t be stuck here that long.”

You frowned, “How you gonna get out of here?”

“We’re gonna try to make a ship that’ll hold together long enough to get to Boomerville. We should be able to figure things out from there.” He explained, looking out to the open ocean.

“Your gonna make a ship?” You looked up at him, confused, “How? There’s only four of you.”

Sapnap shrugged, “We can salvage parts of the ship, and we can cut the trees from the island. Bad thinks we could swing it.”

You sighed, hauling yourself up onto the pier, Sapnap scooting to the side to make room, “You really think you can get out of here?”

“Yeah,” The dock was quiet for a moment, the only sounds coming from the waves lapping at the shore before he offered, “You could come with us, if you wanted.”

You looked over at him, “How? I don’t even see how you could get a boat out of here, let alone me.”

“Well, you know how yesterday everyone was gone?” He rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly.

Your brow furrowed, confused, “Yeah?”

“We were kind of exploring the other side of the island. There's a gap in the reef, we should be able to get through.”

You looked at him for a moment longer before looking down the coast of the island, you’d been trapped here for nearly a year and had never been able to find a way to the other side, “How am I meant to get to the other side of the island?”

“I’m sure we could figure out something,” Sapnap shrugged, almost chuckling, “I mean unless your lying and you’ve lived in this cove your whole life.”

“Why would I lie about that?” You demanded.

He held up his hands in defense, “Woah woah woah! I just figured the reef extends out away from the island, surely you’d gone around far enough to find the gap!”

You half wrapped your arms around your torso, “The reef isn’t in a perfect ring, it ellipses up to the shore, you should’ve seen that. Plus, There’s a wall where the rocks extend out to the coast south from here, none of the gaps are big enough for me to fit though.

“I may not be an abyssal mermaid but I’m not the same size as whoever made those. Fucking shallow water mermaids. Never take anyone else into consideration.” You huffed.

“What?” He laughed.

You couldn’t help but glare at him, “They’re inconsiderate! Just because they have less space to swim in doesn’t mean that the rest of us have the same sized tail!”

Sapnap just kept laughing, so you moved to climbed back off the pier and into the water, starting to swim away, laughing even as you called, “You’re an asshole!”

Days since you washed over the sea wall: 334

Since the castaways had gotten the idea to make a ship they had only spent there days felling trees and working them into planks, as well as trying to salvage more boards from the wrecks.

You watched as they toiled, offering help where you could, though you still doubted there plans.

Now you were perched back on the pier, quietly wrapping a bandage around Karl’s arm, “I told you all that those rocks are dangerous.”

He shrugged, “We didn’t think they were that bad. Besides we’ve climbed over them like that before.”

“If you could climb those easily without getting cut I’d be long gone from here.” You muttered bitterly.

“We’ll find a way to get you out of here,” Karl smiled sympathetically, chuckling, “I doubt Sapnap would let us leave without you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, looking up at him.

He giggled, glancing back up toward the wood where the shelter had been made weeks before, “Nothin.”

“mhhhm.” You hummed warily, tying off the bandage and setting down your supplies before slipping back into the water, “Try not to get that wet.”

He nodded absently, looking at the material before looking back at you, “I guess it was lucky that trunk was sealed. Hey, what did you do before we found those- to keep the cuts clean that is.”

“Oh uh- kelp works, just about the same. That’s what I used on you guys after you landed here, and when I ended up here.” You explained.

“You put sea weed on us instead of bandages??!” Bad yelled from up the shore, “That's not sanitary!”

“It was kelp! Dude its like basic first aid! That’s all we had!” You retorted.

“Ewww sea vegetables!” Ranboo yelled dramatically.

“Dude shut up kelp is literally the most versatile thing! As long as you have kelp your set for life!” You argued, barley holding back giggles.

“But its weird!” Ranboo argued.

You chuckled to yourself, turning and diving into the water, reemerging to swim closer to the beach, tossing a long piece of kelp to hit him in the face, “Kelp!”

Everyone began to laugh as you retreated back into deeper water, swimming back and forth as Ranboo pealed the kelp from his face, “That was just plain rude!”

Sometime later, after everyone had gone back to the shelter you found yourself slowly swimming back to the underwater cave that had been serving as your home since you’d ended up here.

You laid back on one of the rocks, stretching your tail and flexing your fins as you shuffled down to get comfortable, tugging a random drifting piece of hair out of your face you stared up at the ceiling.

Following the pattern of the rocks you sighed, what would happen when the ship was built, if ever? would they find a way for you to go with them? Or would they just leave you alone again?

Your thoughts slowly spiraled, going over the limited possibilities of what could happen, thinking of being alone again, when something knocked against the mouth of the cave.

Slowly you rose, swimming the small distance to look out and see the bottom of the raft.

A moment later you were swimming up and hauling yourself up onto the raft next to Sapnap, wringing water from your hair, “What’s up?”

“Stars are out.” He mumbled, gesturing up to the sky.

You nodded, leaning back to prop yourself back on your elbows, “Used to watch them, every night. From where ever I was staying that night. Now I don’t really see reason too.”

“Why wouldn’t there be reason to?” He asked.

“There always the same stars here. I used to be able to travel far enough to see different stars every night, but now there always the same.” You searched the heavens as you spoke.

He glanced over at you, “We’ll see new stars once the ship is built.”

You really think that building a ship will work?”

“Maybe,” He murmured, “We’re trying to find a way to get you over there.”

“I don’t want to be alone again.” You mumbled, turning to look at him.

Sapnap looked you in the eyes, “You won’t be, if I can help it.”

“And if you can’t?”

He opened his mouth, but made no reply, instead staying focused on the sky.

You sighed, moving to slide back off the raft, “At least some stars remain.”

Days Since You Washed Over The Sea Wall: 378

You swam back and fourth anxiously, today was it- today was the day that they made the attempt to sail from the cove.

As far as you knew, the ship, which was apparently little more than a shoddy row boat, had been completed through much work, and today was the day they ventured out.

Despite many weeks passing, no one had been able to come up with any plan to get you across the island, so now you were left in wait, hoping to see the boat come around the island, to try to find a new way to get you over the wall.

Time seemed to pass slowly as you stared out over the sea wall, wondering if they had abandoned you completely.

The sun had fully risen in the sky and yet they still weren’t appearing, your thoughts spiraling, coming to the conclusion that they truly had just left you.

Taking a shaky breath you swam up to the sea wall, moving along it to what you made was where it held the least width, searching the wall almost desperately.

A wave, almost larger than one you’d seen in a while rolled over the wall, pushing you back before re exosing the top of the wall, and with another deep breath you grabbed a section of the wall, ignoring the way it cut into your hand, and beginning the slow process of hauling yourself up.

Just getting to perch on the wall found cuts on the palms of yours hands, and a scrape across your side, as well as a dull ache in your tail from where it slapped across the rocks.

Still the shipwrecked pirates were no where to be seen.

You continued to struggle across the rocks, slowly making your way to the ocean, dropping off the wall and into the water to feel a large pain across your back, still you ignored it, desperately starting to swim forward.

The ocean was rougher than you excepted it to be, after all it had been over a year since you’d left the protection of your cage.

You dived down, the stinging of pain from your cuts overtaking the feeling of freedom as you slowly resurfaced, only to be met with yet another huge wave.

By the time the ‘ship’ had finally made it around the island, fighting against the rougher sea, you were no where in sight.

“(y/n)!” Sapnap yelled, looking over the cove.

“(y/n)!” Ranboo echoed.

Bad struggled against the rudder, “Hurry up!”

“(y/n)! Where are you? We’ve gotta go!”

There yells were all in vain, not one of them reaching your ears, deep under the water, mostly unconscious in the cave that you’d barley managed to drag yourself into.

~~ Days Since You Washed Over Sea Wall: 421

You sighed, carefully pulling yourself up onto the rickety old pier, rubbing gently at the scar that now crossed your torso, before laying back and staring up at the sky, trying to remember the way it had been to not be alone.

The physicals wounds had healed, sure, but still the mind numbing loneliness was beginning to get to you yet again.

You stared up at the sky, wishing that at least the stars were there, but you were met only with the sun.

“(y/n)!”

You shot straight up as the familiar call echoed in your ear, “What the fuck?”

“(y/n)!” The yell came again.

“You mother fucker!” You shouted, dropping off of the pier and swimming as fast as you could out into the water.

(y/n)!” Was repeated yet again as you all but crashed into Sapnaps arms.

“You fucking asshole!” You repeated, looking from the pirate to the ship that had laid anchor outside the reef, already starting to pull him toward the shore, “I thought you weren’t coming back! I went out there after you! Busted myself up!”

He glanced over your various scars, both the older and the newer before hugging you again, not worrying as you continued to tread water, “I didn’t mean too.”

“What the hell though? I Thought you left me.” You repeated.

“I told you not if I could help it.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #sapnap x reader #teddy06 writes

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lycorogue · 3 years ago

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Another Scene for the Cutting Room Floor: Accidental Reveal

Whelp... this wasn’t where I was expecting my Muse to take me, but here we are.

I’ve been working on some MariChat smut off-and-on for the last four months (well, it was more like over a year, but I didn’t like all of my original attempts, and they were all scrapped. I’m liking what I came up with since August though). I wasn’t sure where I was going to go next in the story, so I decided to jump ahead, and see if it would help to know where I need to eventually end up.

The scene I decided to work on is after Chat Noir and Marinette started a relationship. Marinette doesn’t want to make it official, because she feels like it’s unfair to Chat Noir after years (they’re 19) of turning him away as Ladybug. Meanwhile, she doesn’t realize he’s having similar struggles of making things officially official with Marinette (despite telling her already that he’s in love with her), because she doesn’t realize he’s also her “good friend” Adrien.

So, while finishing up an evening patrol, Ladybug decides to ask Chat Noir’s opinion. She feels a bit sleazy about yet again using the fact that Chat Noir doesn’t realize he’s talking to Marinette as a means of fishing for information, but she NEEDS to know if he’d hate her if he knew who she was. Is it a betrayal to date him NOW as Marinette?

Not even 700 words into this 2100+ word scene, and I already knew I derailed it. It was way too angsty. There’s a reveal that isn’t supposed to be there yet (that comes after the two officially advance their relationship). The moment I got to that reveal, I KNEW I had to start this scene over. But I also didn’t want to completely scrap where I was going with this. So I finished the scene. And now you fine folks get it free of charge while I try to figure out how to rework the scene to actually fit my story. :P

“Chat Noir?” Ladybug grabbed his wrist to halt him, but instantly dropped it. She bit her lower lip, realized she was doing it, stopped, and then instantly started biting on it again. She rocked from one foot to the other, and rubbed her elbow; trying to get some sort of sensation she could focus on aside from her burning cheeks.

“You okay, Ladybug?” His voice was so soft. Ladybug's knees instantly weakened a notch.

“Uh, ye-yeah. Yeah. Well, no? Kinda.”

“What's up?”

“Um-” What could she say without giving herself away? “If- Well- Let's say you knew someone who claimed to be in love with- let's say your normal, civilian self. But, well, you turned them down because, ya know- Your- well, feelings for me.” She flinched, because she knew he didn't feel that way anymore, but Ladybug didn't know that part. “So, like, the person decided to move on. But they fell in love with Chat Noir in the process. And, what if you realized you liked them back in the meantime? Would you-” She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Chat Noir patiently waited for her to finish, but his eyes were wide, and his bell softly jingled as he struggled to swallow. “Would you date them as Chat Noir? Would you confess your feelings as your civilian self instead, and hope they still have feelings for him? Would dating them as Chat Noir be a betrayal?”

“W-why do you ask?” Chat Noir's voice quivered slightly. “Do you know someone who said they loved Chat Noir?” He spoke slowly; pointedly finding each word before moving on to the next one.

“Nope!” Ladybug bolted to attention. She felt some sweat sliding down her back. “Nope, just- ya know- asking.” She had said too much. She knew she said too much. He had figured it out. He knew she was Marinette. Of course he did. He wasn't an idiot. She had to cover her tracks; somehow.

“I was talking about me,” she blurted; eyes closed. “I didn't want you to know, so I asked what you'd do, but I'm the Chat Noir in this situation.”

“Wait. So you're dating someone?”

“Well,” she drew out the word.

“That's great! LB, I'm so happy for you!”

“What?”

“Look.” Chat Noir rubbed the back of his head and looked sheepishly up at her, despite her being shorter than him. “I know after all of these years of harassing you-”

“You weren't harassing me, Chat Noir.” Ladybug rested a hand on his shoulder, and concentrated all her will to not start drawing circles there with her thumb.

“Still. I feel like I owed it to you to tell you, and I'm sorry I haven't yet. I've- well, I think I've finally managed to move on. I'm kinda-sorta dating someone too. I think. It's kind of hard to say.”

Ladybug wasn't sure if he misread the soft smile she gave him, but Chat Noir instantly scooped up her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Not that I don't still care deeply for you. I'd still do anything for you. It's still us against the world.”

Ladybug exhaled a little laugh through her nose. “Shouldn't you be saying that last bit to the person you're maybe-sorta dating?”

“She knows you'll always be a major part of my life. I- I think she's okay with it.”

“Is it a betrayal, Chat Noir? That I want to date this boy now? When I've turned him down so many times before? If he ever found out who I am-” She pulled away from Chat Noir and hugged herself. “I don't want him to think I tried to trick him or I'm mocking him or anything.”

“If I'm honest, I feel the same way about the girl I'm with. It would break my heart if she thought I was with her now as a joke.”

Ladybug snapped her gaze back at Chat Noir. He was afraid she'd think he was tricking her if she ever found out who he was? Marinette knew Chat Noir's civilian form? He'd turned her down before? How could he ever turn her down when the only guys she's ever fallen for were Luka and Adrien? Luka was Viperion, and both Viperion and Chat Noir fought side-by-side multiple times. He couldn't have been Luka.

Which meant-

Ladybug felt dizzy.

“She's amazing,” Chat Noir continued. “The entire time I've known her I knew she was amazing. I think I've always had a little crush on her too, but never realized it before.”

Ladybug's vision blurred slightly. She couldn't be right. Chat Noir - her Chat Noir – the Chat Noir she had turned down as Ladybug for years now- There was no way he was-

“I'm not with her now as some prank. I'm with her now because I was a blind idiot before, and now I truly see how much I want her.”

Chat Noir realized how much he wanted her. Adrien Agreste just realized how much he wanted her! Now? After she gave him up? Now was when he wanted Marinette? And as Chat Noir?

“But her finding out who I am? That's become my biggest fear.” Chat Noir had no clue his fear just came to fruition. “I know we can't go on forever the way we are now. She's bound to find out who I am eventually. Or I'm bound to tell her. That thought terrifies me though, because what if I lose her then?”

He leaned his head back against the building they were perched on. His shaggy hair fell out of his face. The majority of his bangs fell to the right, as if there was a natural part the locks were used to following. He closed his eyes, and Ladybug wasn't distracted by the fact that they were entirely green. Instead, she just pictured the irises being green. Like they were when he took on the mantle of Mr. Bug.

Tears slid down Ladybug's cheeks. She didn't openly weep. She didn't let the pressure out of her chest by way of whimpers. The tears moved of their own accord, and silently.

Chat Noir seemed to have heard them regardless.

“LB? What's wrong? You okay?” He shifted so he could pull her into a hug. “I'm so sorry. Me dumping my fears probably didn't help you with yours. I'm sure the guy won't leave you or think you're being cruel to him. You have too kind of a heart for anyone to think that.”

“Adrien?” she whispered in his ear. It was sweet, and sad, and longing. His name slipped off her tongue without even meaning to, but now it was out, and hung in the air.

He stiffened around her. “Wh-what about Adrien?”

She leaned back to study his face. It was there. It was all there. She had memorized the angle of Adrien's jawline years ago, and the little pudge of his nose. The exact shade of blonde his hair was in any given lighting. The softness of his eyes. There was no mistaking. The glamour of the Miraculous magic couldn't hide it anymore.

“How did I fall in love with you twice?” Ladybug gasped through the knot growing in her throat.

“I- I don't-” He shook his head slightly, confusion etched across his face.

She took a deep breath to try to steady herself. Her exhale came in shaky bursts. “What if it was you?” she asked, a slight squeak in her voice. She leaned back into him, letting his arms wrap tighter around her. Letting him hold her, as she continued to hug herself as well; her arms a shield between her and his chest. “What if that girl you're dating had rejected you before? Would you hate her? Would you give her up instantly?”

“I'm not sure how-?” Chat Noir nuzzled her hair. “No. No, I might be shocked, but I think I'd understand. I mean, I just said I'm basically doing the same thing, right?” His own breath became uneven as he tried to keep his voice steady. “Ladybug. Tell me, please. What did you mean by 'fell in love with me twice'? Why did you say the name Adrien?”

“Tikki?” Ladybug whispered, “Spots off.”

There was a flash, and she was once again Marinette, shivering in Chat Noir's arms.

“Wait! What are you doing?” Chat Noir pulled her even closer to him, his cheek never leaving her hair; resisting the urge to look.

Tikki hung silently in the air, unsure what to do, but not wanting to interrupt the moment.

“Adrien, look.” Marinette said, “It's okay. It's me.”

“How-? I don't know how you know my name.”

“It's okay. Look.”

He did. He pulled away slowly, making sure she was still securely on the building, especially without her superpowers. As he took her in, he gasped. Tears trickled down his cheeks as well, and he quickly pulled her back into a hug.

“How? I still don't understand. How could you both be the same amazing person? Wait! How could you not?” He pulled away from her to take her in once more; double checking.

She gave a little wave, and then a shy shrug.

“I'm sorry,” Marinette said. “I'm so sorry I turned you away all of these years. I've been in love with you this whole time, and it kept me until a few weeks ago to finally realize it.”

“The- whole time?”

“The boy that Ladybug was in love with since she was fourteen?” Marinette scrunched up her face in a cringe. She pinched one eye closed, almost afraid to see Chat Noir's reaction. “It was Adrien Agreste.” His name hung for a beat. “Not that I'm saying I'm only in love with you now because I know you're Adrien!” she quickly rambled, “I knew I loved Chat Noir when I asked if you were still in love with Ladybug. And I didn't realize you were Adrien until just now when you told me that you had rejected the girl you were dating. And since I'm the girl you're dating, I knew that meant you knew me outside the costume and that I had a crush on you. And so that meant that you were either Luka or Adrien, and I knew you couldn't be Luka so-”

He didn't still her lips with a kiss, but he was just as effective by resting his forehead against hers.

“Chat Noir?”

“How do you do it?”

“D-do what? What do I do?”

“Make me love you more with every moment I know you?”

“You do?”

“Mmhmm.” He shifted his head, and tentatively reached out to her with his lips. She greeted him in kind.

“Come on, Princess. It's not safe for you up here without being Ladybug. Let me take you home.”

“I can transform back. Tikki-”

He kissed her again. Gently. Quick and long at the same time. “I think I prefer like this, if you don't mind, M'lady.” He scooped her up into a bridal carry.

Marinette shook her head, and nuzzled against his chest; arms wrapped around his neck. “No. I like this better as well.”

Tikki gave Chat Noir a little wave, and then zipped into Marinette's purse; still her prime hiding place all these years later. Everyone now secure, Chat Noir leapt out onto the next rooftop.

A quick jog and a few hops over a few more rooftops, and he was back on Marinette's balcony. He placed her on her feet, and then took a step back.

“Since you know who I am anyway. Plagg, claws in.” Another flash, and Plagg hovered beside Adrien.

“About time, you two,” Plagg teased. “Come on, Sugarcube. I can't handle watching how sickeningly in love these two are.”

“Plagg, don't be rude!” Tikki popped back out of Marinette's purse, grabbed Plagg's arm, and the two phased through the floor and into Marinette's room below.

Marinette and Adrien giggled at their kwamis before finally turning towards each other.

“Hey,” Adrien bashfully said.

“Hi,” Marinette breathed back.

Adrien took Marinette's hand in his, and stepped closer to her. “May I?”

Marinette didn't answer. She simply ran her free hand along the side of Adrien's neck, until her fingers found a tuft of his hair at the back. Her hand roamed further, tangling up in his perfectly sculpted locks, and shaking them out into his Chat Noir shag. She pulled ever so gently against the back of his head, and he followed her silent command perfectly.

Of course he did. Chat Noir could always follow what his Ladybug wanted him to do without her saying a single word.

Their lips met, and it was a dance they had long mastered. Yet it felt fresh, and exciting.

By the sunrise, they had no more secrets. Not between them. Never again.

[END]

Hope you’ve all been enjoying all of these “deleted scenes” I’ve been posting lately. 👍

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allthatyoulove · 4 years ago

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12:51

Modern/Highschool AU James “Bucky” Barnes / Reader

Summary: Your ex best friend and his new band are performing for the first time and you decide to go watch them perform. You didn’t expect the song to be about you.

Warnings: angst, cussing, fluff

Words: 2.5k

A/N: My first one-shot!!! This was inspired by the song 12:51 by The Strokes! Let me know what you think, and give me any suggestions for future one-shots! (Also let me know if I missed any warnings) Thanks for stopping by :)

You know when you can feel, deep down somewhere, that whatever you’re about to do is a dumb fucking idea? I don’t know why I was ignoring that feeling, but there was nothing that could stop me now.

I shivered, wrapping my arms tighter around myself as I walked down the dimly lit street. As I got closer to my destination, the music coming from inside the house started to become louder. I pulled my hand from the inside of my jacket where I attempted to keep it warm to check the time.

12:45.

I had snuck out of my house to go to this party everyone was going to. It was a Friday night, and I was originally thinking of skipping this week’s party, until I found out who was playing.

Bucky Barnes.

Or, I guess, James Barnes.

James and I had been best friends since we were kids. I can’t even remember how we met, I just remember us being attached at the hip since kindergarten. We lived in the same houses, right next to each other, through our entire lives. We went through all of our worst phases together.

I started to get feelings for him in middle school, when I realized that was a thing that happened when you started to grow up. I never told him, scared I would ruin our friendship, and our lives continued as they always have.

Then, highschool started.

Bucky and I began our rebellious phase together, starting to sneak out every Friday night to the party that was happening that week. We would get forties and lay on the roof of our houses afterwards around 1 am, looking at the stars and talking or doing karaoke to our favorite songs. I fell more and more in love with him every day.

Towards the end of freshman year, the upperclassmen at the parties we went to started to take notice of him. They would dare him to jump off the roof into the pool, or to drink as much as he could through a beer funnel. And he would do it, always the people pleaser. They liked how he listened to them, and took him under their wing.

He stopped hanging out with me after that.

I would go up to him, and he would say he had to go to his next class or that his friends were waiting up for him so he couldn’t talk. He wouldn’t let me call him Bucky anymore, because everyone knew him as James and he didn’t want to explain our relationship, or lack-thereof, to them.

Eventually we stopped hanging out altogether, avoiding each other in school and day-to-day, and pretended we never knew each other.

It’s not like I didn’t have or make new friends, because I did, but it was never the same. Bucky- or, James- and I’s bond was something special. Something I couldn’t find with anyone else. I tried to adapt to the friends around me, tried to like the things they liked, but I always felt like James was the only person I could open up to.

Now we’re seniors, and James had started a band with a couple of his friends earlier that year. This party was the first time they were performing in front of people, and I wanted to go watch. I was curious.

A couple minutes later I finally walked into the party, looking around through the crowd of people. I said hi to a group of people I knew, when I heard him.

“Hey everyone, how are you guys feeling tonight?”

The crowd gave a response of shouts and cheers. While everyone looked towards the direction of the stage, I took the distraction as a chance to make my way towards them.

I found my way towards the front, standing behind a couple of people that were a couple of feet from the stage.

And there he was.

He was in a black shirt and black biker jacket with black jeans. His hair was tucked behind his ears, with a few strands in front of his face from slightly leaning down to the mic.

He looked good.

It wasn’t a very big or high stage, being that it’s in someone's house, but it made the view of them much easier to see.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” he laughed, “Well, my friends and I here got a song we’d like to perform for you. This one is called 12:51.”

More cheers erupted from the crowd.

I stood there, putting my hands in my jacket pockets, looking up at him. The people in front of me moved slightly to group with their friends, moving me more towards the front.

We made eye contact as I got shoved slightly towards the front. His eyes blinked a couple times, mouth slightly falling open upon seeing me for the first time. He blushed a little before the sound of the bass and drums started to play, snapping him back into reality. He looked down for a second before grabbing the mic and looking back up at me. I kept my gaze neutral, waiting for him to sing.

“Talk to me now, I’m older

Your friend told you ‘cause I told her

Friday nights have been lonely

Change your plans and then phone me”

He pulled away from the mic, clapping to the beat as he kept his gaze on me. He looked sad, not moving from my eyes as he began to sing again.

“We could go and get forties

Fuck going to that party

Oh really, your folks are away now?

Alright, let’s go, you convinced me”

My mouth slightly fell open at the first line, my eyes tearing up as he seemingly sang that line to me. My brows furrowed as I listened to the lyrics.

“12:51 is the time

My voice found the words I sought

Is it this stage I want?

The world is shutting out for us

Oh, we were tense for sure

But we was confident”

He grabbed the mic with both hands, making it obvious he was looking at me as he sang the rest of the song.

“Kiss me, now that I’m older

I won’t try to control you

Friday nights have been lonely

Take it slow but don’t warn me

We’d go out and get forties

Then we’d go to some party

Oh really, your folks are away now?

Alright I’m coming, I’ll be right there”

He stepped back from the mic, panting as the song finished. Everyone began to cheer and clap, as I stood there stunned. A tear had rolled down my cheek sometime before the song finished and I wiped it away as I stood there looking at him.

He looked around at the rest of the crowd briefly, smiling and saying thank you as he blew kisses towards the crowd.

I turned to leave as I pushed my way through the cheering group of people. A few tears begrudgingly fell as I tried to find my way out.

I didn’t know what to think.

The things he mentioned in the song were too specific to be about anyone else. What hurt the most was finding out how he felt about me like this. We hadn’t spoken in over 2 years. Now he’s in a band, writing songs about how he misses me and wants me to kiss him?

Fuck, I need a drink.

I made a detour to the kitchen before leaving to look for some alcohol. The kitchen island had many choices to choose from, all of the bottles sprawled across the table. I grabbed the first one I saw and drank from the bottle.

The burn of the drink going down my throat was exactly what I needed.

I wiped at my mouth with my sleeve as I put the bottle down and took a second to let the liquor go down.

I went back to my original route to the front door, when the group of friends I talked to earlier stopped me.

“Hey where ya going? We’re all thinking of doing s'more shots, wanna join?”

“I think I’m gonna head home, not really in the party mood anymore.”

“D’ya need someone to bring you home?”

I looked around the group, all of them struggling to stand up straight or laughing at nothing.

“No I’ll be fine. Thanks though, have a nice night.”

“Okay byeeeeeeee!!!”

I laughed and shook my head, turning to finish my walk out the door when someone called my name. I knew that voice. It was a voice I could recognize anywhere, no matter the amount of alcohol in my body or the blaring music that resumed over the speakers. I rushed out the door, turning left and speed-walking the way I came.

“Hey! Wait!” I heard the sound of someone running behind me.

Well, shit, I’m not gonna break into a sprint to get away from him.

I stopped walking on the sidewalk, turning around to face him.

He finished jogging up to me, out of breath. He stood there for a second staring at me and panting.

"Did you run over to me just to stare or do you have something you'd like to talk about?"

He laughed faintly, shaking his head at the ground and using his hand to push the side of his hair back.

"Sorry, I- uh, yeah I wanted to talk to you. It's been a while."

"Yup" I said, popping the "p". I lightly rocked back and forth on the heels of my feet as we looked at each other. I was getting impatient with standing here trying to decipher whatever code he was speaking in. Whatever he was trying to say needed to find its way out.

"So, what'd you think of the song?"

"Bucky" I sighed, "I think I should-"

"Y'know you're the only one who ever calls me Bucky"

I stopped mid-sentence, taking a second to process what he said.

"Until you told me to stop. Guess it's a still a habit"

He sighed and looked down, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"Listen. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for treating you so badly, and I'm sorry for ditching you like that, and I'm sorry for- well just being an asshole in general, and I-"

"Bucky."

"-know you probably don't want to hear this, because I'm about 3 years late, but I want you to know that I-"

"Bucky."

"miss you. So much. I have ever since I did that to you, and I don't know why I did it, but it took me this long to figure out that-"

"Bucky!"

"I'm in love with you."

He finally looked up at me, finishing his rant and even more out of breath than he was before. I froze, looking at him shocked.

"What?"

"I've loved you since elementary."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My lifelong best friend, who I've been in love with since middle school, who abandoned me freshman year, has been in love with me too. For even longer. My mind was racing with questions.

"Wait- since elementary?"

"Yes."

"And you still are?"

"Yes."

"Even after not talking to me for over 2 years?"

He winced before answering. "Yes."

"Why did you end our friendship like that? How could you do that to me?"

He shook his head, averting his eyes back to the ground as he winced again.

"I'm so sorry, I- I just couldn't- I-I thought that coming into high school you would start making all these friends, and I guess freshman me thought it would be best if I just found some friends first. You know, to soften the blow I guess."

I furrowed my brows, looking at him incredulously.

"So you ended our lifelong friendship because you were scared I'd make friends?"

"Well fuck, when you put it like that-"

"How the fuck am I supposed to put it, Bucky? That's what happened, right?

"Yeah. That's what happened."

We met each other's eyes again. He looked defeated as he put his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"Can you please tell me what you thought of the song" he whispered, blinking slowly at me.

I sighed sharply as my tongue pressed against the side of my mouth.

"Did you mean it? What you said?"

"Every word."

I shivered and shrugged, shaking my head.

"What do you want me to say, James?"

He winced for the third time at the sound of me using his name.

"I want you to say you'll think about forgiving me, I want you to say you feel the same, I want you to be in my life again. I want you."

I shut my eyes for a second and sighed. He's in love with me, and he wants me. He's in love with me. He has been since elementary. He wants me in his life. He loves me. A couple seconds passed before I responded.

"Of course I feel the same way, I have for, like, 5 years. And I'll think about forgiving you. Only because the song was sorta good-"

"Can I kiss you?"

The rest of my sentence died as I looked up at him confused. Did I hear him right?

"What did you say?"

"Can I kiss you?" he repeated, licking his lips as his gaze darted from my eyes to my lips.

"Yes."

He was closing the space between us as soon as the word left my lips. He pulled his hands from his jacket, using them to hold my face as he kissed me.

I leaned into the kiss, trying to ignore the fireworks going off in my stomach.

He moved his hands to go around my waist, wrapping his arms around me to hold me against him. I brought my arms up to wrap around the back of his head as the kiss deepened.

I pulled away and looked at him, running my fingers through his hair as his arms stayed locked around my waist. We smiled at each other as he darted between looking at my eyes and lips. I brushed his hair behind his ears before he spoke.

"What d'ya say we go to your house and sit on the roof, like we used to?"

"What about the drinks?"

"I think the amount of alcohol you chugged in the kitchen should be enough for tonight"

I laughed and kissed him again. With or without the alcohol, I was drunk on Bucky and the happiness in this moment we shared. It felt as if the years without him had turned me into a zombie, and this kiss brought me back to life. An antidote that I didn't know I needed.He eventually put me down as we began to walk back to our street, hand in hand.

I had gotten my best friend back.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes modern au #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky imagine

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annab-recs · 4 years ago

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It’s My Fault - JJ Maybank

After you and Pope have a run-in with Rafe and Topper on a grocery delivery, things get out of hand quickly. You beg Pope not to tell JJ about what happened to you and he doesn’t tell him for a little bit before spilling your secret to his friend.

Requested by @maybebanks 💙

Warnings: some curse words; physical and sexual abuse (if you are being abused of any sort whether it is physical, verbal, mental, sexual, or whatever, get help please. My messages are always open for any of you and I love you)

Word Count: 2.6k+

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“You guys get these groceries over to Figure Eight. Get straight back here when you’re done. No fishin’. I promised delivery by this afternoon,” Heyward told you three as you and Pope grabbed some bags from his grasp to load onto the boat.

“Rich folks don’t want to wait for you lazy sons of… Oh, JJ, thank you,” He said the last bit with sarcasm dripping from his voice before continuing his sentence, “…sons of bitches.”

“Right,” Pope answered to his father as he took the last bit of the bags before telling his dad goodbye.

“Don’t worry Heyward. I’ll make sure all the deliveries make it on time,” you grinned while speaking to the man. He chuckled before rolling his eyes.

“I’m sure you will, y/n. See y’all later.” That was the last you three heard before he slipped back into the store and you all took off to the land of the kooks.

…

“Doesn’t even look like the storm hit here,” Pope observed while he manned the boat. You and JJ looked out to notice the clean yards and electricity that the kooks had. Not a limb was seen in any of their yards. It was spotless and appeared to be untouched on this side of the island. If you only looked at this side of the island, you wouldn’t have been able to tell that a hurricane had hit.

“That’s because they got generators, bro. Get used to it. And then they say the juice will be out all summer at the cut,” JJ informed you two. You rolled your eyes at how unfair it was, but there was nothing that you could do about it.

“It’s nice to be a kook,” Pope muttered under his breath.

“Lucky bastards,” you agreed before y’all pulled up to your first stop which JJ would be going to fulfill. He went to the back to grab his bags and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before getting off at the dock to deliver the goods.

…

“Hey, what’s up?” the voice of the one you hated most rang in your ears. Rafe Cameron. You and Pope were walking through the golf course to get to your next delivery and as luck would have it, you ran into Rafe and Topper.

“Hey, how much for one of those beers?” Rafe asked as he poked the box you had in your arms with the handle of his golf club.

“They’re not for sale,” Pope spoke firmly before stepping in front of you. You tried to match his firmness by standing tall but weren’t sure you were doing so well. Rafe always bugged you. He would openly flirt with you even though you were with JJ. He would always stand too close, try to touch you, and made you uncomfortable overall. All the pogues knew about this and Pope gave you a sympathetic look, wishing he would have left you at the boat, but you wanted to join him instead of sitting around.

“Oh, wait, wait, wait. You can just give us one, then, right?” Rafe pressed as he put his club in front of Pope to get him to stop walking forward.

“Or you can order one like everybody else,” Pope told him before trying to walk forward again, but this time, Rafe’s hand stopped him.

“Listen. Wait, wait, wait. You’re not listening to me. Um, you’ve got so many, bro, and we’ve got nothing,” Rafe said as he stepped closer to Pope.

“Nothin’,” Topper added to Rafe’s bullshit.

“They’re not ours,” you spoke up from behind Pope. “They’re already paid for.”

“Already paid for?” Rafe asked as he peered into one of the bags that Pope held before slipping his golf club into it. “What the hell? You probably stole ‘em, right?” he pondered as he ripped the bag open with his golf club, allowing glass to shatter and ears of corn to spill everywhere.

“What the hell? You owe for that,” Pope warned the two, but they didn’t seem to care as Rafe swung the club at the other bag the Pope had, spilling the contents of it everywhere as well.

“Dude, I don’t own you shit, pogue,” Rafe spat as he stomped up to Pope.

“Buy your own shit!” Pope shouted and pushed Rafe away from him to protect you and possibly the beers, but you were far more important to him. He grabbed the beer box from you because he knew if you held them, then they would come for you.

“We just want one of these beers! Just give us one of these-” Topper started before he went in to take the beers from Pope, but Pope wasn’t going down without a fight.

“You guys are freaking crazy!” you screamed at the boys. The whole situation was ridiculous, but those kooks always had to be superior in all things. At least, they thought that. Topper and Pope wrestled with the beers before Topper eventually pushed Pope away, causing him to hit the ground harshly and roll a few times before he moaned in pain.

“Shit!” Topper yelled as he stumbled back with the force of the push which caused the beers to slip from his grasp and hit the ground as well. “Shit, my bad, man.”

Pope laid there, groaning. As you were about to go and check on him, he got up and charged at Rafe. Just when he was about to throw a punch, Rafe hit him in the gut with the end of the club. You screamed as Pope hunched over and you watched Rafe smack him in the back with his club again.

“Rafe! Stop!” you yell again.

“Hey! Rafe, Rafe! Come on, man!” Topper shouted, trying to get Rafe to leave before someone gets seriously hurt, more than they already have. You did not really know how to help, so you just kept yelling at him to stop.

“Stay down, bitch!” Rafe warned Pope as he towered over his body that laid on the ground in pain.

“Hey, let’s go! Let’s go, man!” Topper got in between Rafe and Pope to once again try to calm the situation and get an incredibly angry Rafe out of here. It did not work, so you went next.

“Rafe,” you spoke softly as you placed your hand on the side of his face. “Look at me.”

Rafe’s face lost most of its anger before a mischievous smile grew on it. He brought your body close to his before turning you around to have your back flush to his front side. The hand that wasn’t on his club found your neck and held you still. Once Pope noticed this, he tried to make it stop, but Topper told him that it was best to back off. Pope didn’t listen so Topper held him back.

Your heart dropped when you felt something touching your lower area. Rafe had the golf club run up your leg until it met your center and he rubbed it with the head of the club. Rafe’s hand left your neck and found your breasts. His head nudged your head to the side to allow him access to press his lips to it.

He did not listen to both Pope’s and Topper’s protests that told him to stop. You couldn’t even speak from how in shock you were. All you could think about was JJ and how much he would hate you for this. He would hate that you let this happen to yourself. He would hate it. Then, he would try to find Rafe and fight him, which would get him hurt and you don’t want that.

You were tuned out in your mind, not even feeling or realizing the touches until you felt his hand slip underneath your shorts. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to fall, but then you spoke up.

“Rafe, please stop,” you whimpered. He licked a stripe up your neck to your ear lobe before whispering in your ear.

“Until next time, princess.” With that, he stopped all actions before pushing you off of him. At that time, Topper let go of Pope and you fell into Pope’s arms, finally feeling somewhat safe again. Pope made sure it was okay to hug you before he tightened his grip on you to make you feel more safe.

“Top, let’s go!” Rafe yelled at the boy with frosted tips as he walked away. Topper looked at you and Pope in shock, never expecting his own best friend to do that. Your dull eyes met Topper’s blue ones and you saw sympathy flash in them.

“Hey, let’s go!” Rafe yelled again. This time, Topper listened before mindlessly following the Cameron boy.

“Are you okay?” Pope asked as he pulled back to look into your eyes.

“No, but I will be. What about you?” Based on the blood on his face, he did not look too good.

“Same as you. Let’s head back to the boat.”

…

“How are you going to tell JJ?” Pope asked as you two were on the way to go pick the blond up from his delivery.

“I’m not. I can’t. Not right now anyway and you aren’t either. Let me tell him when I am ready, okay?” Reluctantly, he agreed. This was something for you to tell him, not Pope. You sat down in the corner like you were earlier and pulled your knees to your chest.

“Y/n! Pope!” you two heard the giggles of your boyfriend as he ran down the dock and came onto the boat. “Dude, you are not going to believe what just happened to me, man! Whoo! That was the best hundred bucks I’ve ever made! When I say count me in on all these grocery deliveries, Pope, I mean it.”

“What’s up with you two? Bro, you good?” JJ asked as you and Pope stayed oddly silent and Pope wore a scowl on his face, staring blankly out into the water ahead of him. JJ leaned forward to get a better look at Pope before noticing some blood. “Yo, what happened to your face, dude?” JJ questioned before he lifted Pope’s hat to see all the damage that had occurred earlier. “Jesus! What happened?”

“Rafe and Topper jumped me. They said no pogues on their side of the island,” Pope told him the bare minimum which you were thankful for.

“Where were you, y/n? Because I swear if they laid a finger on you, I will-” JJ started as his anger built up at the thought of them even touching you.

“No! Babe, Topper held me back from interfering, but that was it. I didn’t get hurt or anything.” JJ nodded before turning back to Pope to deal with his situation.

“What are you gonna do?”

…

You were happy with your decision to not tell JJ because he convinced Pope to sink Topper’s boat. If he had known what had actually happened, there was no telling how far he would have gone and how much trouble he would get in for his actions. You were already scared of what might happen if they get caught for sinking the boat.

Now, everyone was at the chateau, just hanging out. You were on the couch with JJ, all cuddled up. Pope was sprawled out on the pullout and John B and Kie were outside starting a fire for you all before you guys went out to lay on the hammocks.

JJ had his hands on you the entire time, whether they were on your thighs or your waist. They were always on your body somewhere. Then his lips connected to your neck, right where Rafe’s tongue was hours earlier. You shuddered at the thought before shifting around uncomfortably in your seat.

“You good, princess?” The last word rang in your ears. JJ had always called you princess, but now it felt different. It felt different because it’s what Rafe called you when he touched you. It did not give you butterflies anymore. Instead, it made you sick. You felt the bile rising in your throat, but you made sure it didn’t make an appearance.

“I’m gonna get something to drink. You two want anything?” you asked as you rose from your place on the couch. JJ eyed you before shaking his head. Pope declined as well. You walked over to the next room before opening the fridge to look for something to drink. You could not hear it, but JJ was whispering to Pope about you.

“Dude, what happened earlier? She’s been acting weird ever since. It had to be more than just Topper holding her back,” the blond quietly asked his best friend. Pope looked over at you searching through the fridge for a beverage, completely unaware of the conversation your boyfriend and best friend were having. It would be the perfect time to tell JJ, but he promised you. He wanted to tell him because it is what is best for you, but he promised he wouldn’t. He was beginning to regret that promise.

“I don’t know what her deal is,” Pope responded, keeping it short and sweet.

“Did she talk to you about anything? Like our relationship? It’s just something feels off between us. She’s been weird about me touching and kissing her which she has never done. It’s freaking me out. I don’t want her to break up with me.”

“She’s not going to break up with you,” he softly spoke. “I wish she would just tell you,” Pope muttered under his breath.

“Tell me what?” JJ asked. Pope looked at him with wide eyes. He did not intend for JJ to hear that last part. There was no getting out of it now and he probably wouldn’t have been able to keep the secret in for much longer anyway. It was eating him alive.

“Okay, don’t freak out, but Topper didn’t just hold her back. When Rafe was beating me with the club, she stepped in between us and Rafe started to touch her in places he shouldn’t and kissed her neck and stuff. When I tried to help, Topper held me back. There was nothing I could do,” Pope blurted out. He watched your head pop up from behind the fridge door before you slammed it shut, anger filling your veins.

“Don’t freak out? Pope, I’m going to kill those bastards!” JJ shouted as he stood from the couch.

“This is exactly what I didn’t want. Thanks for nothing, Pope,” you spat before you stormed out of the chateau with tears streaming down your face. It was the first time you really came to terms with what happened. It was like it was real now that JJ knew. You had been kind of dismissing it up until now. You hated yourself for it. You felt like you walked right into it. You grabbed his face. You initiated it. You allowed it. It was your fault. You should have just stayed in the boat like you were supposed to but, you didn’t want to be alone.

“Wait, y/n!” JJ called out to you as he ran after you. He ran in front of you and stopped you in your tracks.

“You know this isn’t your fault, right? And I won’t leave you or think any less of you. I love you, y/n. If you really don’t want me to fight them, then I won’t, but I think something should be done. It’s up to you though. Can I hug you?” You nodded before falling into his arms as you broke down in them. Everything you were scared of, he made you feel better about. He was so caring and sweet. He loved you and you loved him. You had nothing to be ashamed of. You did not cause this. It was not your fault.

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lunar-wandering · 4 years ago

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Flower Fruit Family

@ninja-knox-ur-sox-off i know you’ll probably be asleep when i post this, but Happy Birthday!!! here’s your birthday fanfic!

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MK and Wukong had been training for about 2 hours, the monkey trying to teach the kid some more fighting moves. It was taking a while, but Wukong found the kid to be an incredibly fast learner. It was quite impressive actually, and for some reason made him feel rather proud.

He watched as MK landed a move near perfectly.

"That was great kid!" Wukong said, "You've improved a lot!"

"Really?" MK asked.

"Really really." Wukong replied, "You're great at this!"

MK smiled.

"Thanks, dad." He said, and Wukong's train of thought came shuddering to a halt.

"What did you just call me?" He asked. MK looked confused for a moment, before the reality of what he just said seemed to hit him, and a panicked look took over his face.

"Um, I mean, uh, well, bye!" He stuttered out, before turning and using the staff to vault off the mountain.

"Kid, wait!" Wukong yelled after him, but it was too late, MK was already gone.

And the Monkey King had a lot to think about.

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The next day, after a lot of contemplating (in which he realized that, oh, he did kinda think of MK as a son-), and after making sure that MK had left to run a delivery and that the restaurant was empty, Wukong practically kicked down the door to Pigsy's Noodles.

"Pigsy!" He yelled as he walked in, immediately catching the attention of both Pigsy and Tang. "The kid called me dad! What do I do????"

Pigsy sighed, subtly pulling some money out of his pocket and placing it in Tang's awaiting hand, before saying;

"Welcome to the club."

"Wait, what do you mean 'welcome to the club'? Has the kid called you guys dad too?" Wukong asked, choosing to ignore the exchanging of money. He had no idea what bet Tang had just won, and quite honestly he didn't really want to find out. Not being a normal kind of person, he ignored the seats at the counter he could've sat in, instead leaping over it to stand beside Pigsy.

"Yep." Pigsy said, purposefully ignoring the monkey's decision to vault over the counter. "MK...didn't exactly have the best set of folks. Kinda saw me and Tang and just latched on to the first positive parental figure he could find."

"So...did you two.... adopt him?" Wukong asked, suddenly feeling a bit saddened by the idea that MK couldn't officially be his kid.

"Of course we did, we weren't going to let those two fools hold any legal sway over him any longer." Pigsy said. Wukong's tail drooped just a little bit.

"What about legal guardians though? Didn't he have any?"

"No actually, but Sandy became one of his legal guardians a while back-" Tang said, but was interrupted by the fairly over excited monkey.

"Can I be one of his legal guardians too?" He asked, leaping on any chance to be somewhat considered the kid's parent, tail swishing in excitement.

"Wukong, I'm pretty sure you have to be a legal citizen in order to do that." Pigsy said.

"I do have a lawyer y'know." Wukong said.

"Since when did you-, nevermind, doesn't matter." Pigsy said, seeming like he really wanted to ask the story behind how Wukong got a lawyer of all things, but knowing that he was probably better off not knowing. "I guess you could be added as another guardian, but it's really up to MK in the end. It's his decision to make."

"Okay, but how will we find out what his decision is?" Wukong asked. Pigsy went to answer-

The bell above the door rang. Pigsy wasted no time, quickly shoving Wukong down so that he was under the counter and couldn't be seen, just in time for MK to walk through the door.

"Pigsy, I'm back!" He said, "Any more orders to go out?"

"Just one, then you'll be done for the day, MK." Pigsy said, and MK nodded, grabbing the take out bag and turning to head back out to the delivery bike. But right before he was about to leave through the door, he paused, turning back and looking at Pigsy and Tang critically.

"Is...something wrong?" He asked. Unseen by MK, beneath the counter, Wukong's tail started swishing nervously. He quickly grabbed it to keep it still and prevent it from knocking things over.

"No, I don't think anything's wrong. Why?" Pigsy asked, busying his hands by chopping a tomato. Tang flipped a page of his book.

"I don't know.... Something just. Doesn't feel right." MK said, sounding uncertain. Crap. They needed something to distract him, quick.

"Everything seems normal to me." Tang said, "Tell you what MK, when you get back from your delivery, I'll tell you another story about the Monkey King that nobody else has ever heard."

Almost immediately all the worry melted off of MK's face.

"Really! Awesome!" He said, excited now. "Okay, I'll be right back then!"

He turned and left the noodle shop, Pigsy and Tang waiting until they saw the delivery bike leave to sigh in relief. Wukong popped out from under the counter, doing a flip to crouch on top of it instead of under, giving Tang a mild glare.

"Oh, so you're the reason the kid knows about the Incident." He said. Tang avoided his gaze.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I have done nothing but tell him about your 'Grand Adventures'. I cannot imagine what 'Incident' you're referring to." He said, casually adjusting his glasses. Wukong's fur bristled.

"Oh yeah? Then tell me why a few days ago, while I was trying to teach him a focus lesson, the kid casually happened to bring up that time I.....misplaced my staff?" He asked.

"You mean you lost your staff." Tang corrected, purposefully ignoring how Wukong's glare grew sharper. "And then spent 2 hours turning over practically everything in the general area looking for it, until it eventually dawned on you that you'd left it in the tree you'd slept in?"

Wukong's tail swished angrily, and a surprisingly kinda evil smile made it's way onto his face.

"Y'know, I never did get my revenge on you three for not telling me you knew where it was...." He threatened, and Pigsy, recognizing the look on his face for what it was, stepped in, not willing to have to suffer through the monkey's pranks right now.

"Okay, you two have gotten far off topic." He said, drawing their attention back to him. "Wukong, if you want to be one of MK's legal guardians, you really just have to ask him about it."

"But how do I do that?!" Wukong groaned, flopping down so that he was laying on the counter. "You two both know that I'm not exactly all that good at this kinda thing."

"We're not the best at it either." Tang said, "But, I suppose the best advice I can give you would be to approach the subject delicately?"

"I don't think that 'delicate' is a word in my vocabulary." Wukong said, "But.... I guess I can try."

"Okay, now that that's settled." Pigsy said, "Wukong, get your monkey butt off of my counter."

Wukong let out a light laugh as he obeyed, hopping down off the counter and walking out the door, waving goodbye to the two of them as he did. Once outside, he summoned his cloud and flew back to Flower Fruit Mountain.

....Approach the subject delicately huh?

Sure. He could do that.

---

And so, Wukong decided to bring it up in the middle of a spar.

"I'm totally okay with you seeing me as a parental figure y'know." He said. MK, who had been mid-swing, stumbled, missing Wukong entirely as he barely kept himself from tripping. Standing up straight, he stared at Wukong in nothing less than shock.

"You, I-, what?" He asked, "No. Hold on. Full stop. What?"

"You called me dad the other day." Wukong said, and MK gave an anxious laugh, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture he'd picked up from Wukong.

"Yeah I, I was kinda hoping you forgot about that." He said, twirling the staff and shrinking it a bit so that he could stim with it easier.

"Ha! I'm not exactly the type of person who forgets things." Wukong said, causing MK to give him a deadpan stare.

"What about that time when-"

"Nope, no, we're not talking about that." Wukong interrupted, "Whatever embarrassing story of my past Tang told you about, we are not talking about it."

MK closed his mouth, but there was an amused look in his eyes, and oh, Wukong somehow just knew that this would come back to bite him later. But he had more important things to talk about.

"Listen," He said, "I had a chat with Tang and Pigsy-"

"So that's why they were acting so weird."

"-and they said that I could be one of you legal guardians, but I'd have to ask you first." Wukong said, ignoring MK's little interruption. "So. Are you-, are you okay with it?"

"Yes! Uh, I mean, of course I'm okay with it, having the legendary Monkey King as a guardian would be awesome!" MK said, before suddenly looking a little nervous. "But. Are you okay with it though? I mean, I'm, well, me, and-"

"Kid, I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't okay with it." Wukong said, mentally noting to himself that he really would have to give MK a self confidence lesson at some point. "Pigsy, Tang, and my lawyer have already got things ready to be arranged. All that we needed was your approval. So-"

"Yes!" MK practically yelled, excited, quickly pulling Wukong into a quick hug before pulling away to jump a bit to get rid of some of the excited energy flowing through him. "Oh this is so cool, the Monkey King is going to be one of my legal guardians, oh I've gotta tell Mei-"

Watching as the kid, no, his kid, rambled on and on, excitedly, Wukong could do nothing but laugh in happiness.

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ur-jinji · 4 years ago

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wallflowers: part four

zuko x reader modern au

summary: you say your goodbyes to the gaang after visiting for a long period of time, but will zuko be able to show his face?

a/n: final part!! thanks for being here folks <3

This night had turned into a nightmare. The party was completely ruined for you. The vision of Zuko spitting nasty comments and shoving Sokka replayed in your mind. You eventually tucked yourself into Suki’s bed and fell asleep, and awoke when you heard her come in a while later. She tickled your back gently with her finger tips for a few minutes before rolling over and falling asleep. You followed suit.

You woke up the next morning and checked your phone to see zero texts, which gave your heart an ache. You secretly had hoped Zuko would have texted you. You sighed before setting your phone down and stretching, the movement causing Suki to stir next to you. A moment later, the alarm set on the phone went off, causing her to fully awaken.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?” She asked softly.

“I’m okay, I guess,” You replied as you rubbed your tired eyes. You sat up and began to gather your things around her room, stuffing them in a suitcase. You made your way to the bathroom, feeling rather gloomy. You changed and readied yourself up before walking to the living room. You found Sokka snoring on the couch loudly. You figured Aang, one of the DD’s of last night, had taken some people home, including Zuko. You made your way to the kitchen and plopped yourself on one of the chairs at the table, busying yourself on your phone. Not long after, Suki entered, looking great as usual. She sat with you, chatting about what had happened after you locked yourself in her room.

“I think everyone’s going to stop by before you go to say bye,” She informed, making your heart drop slightly. That meant Zuko might be there.

“Oh, okay, cool,” You said just above a whisper. “Thanks again for letting me stay with you. I’m gonna miss you .”

“I’ll miss you more, hun. You’re always welcome to stay here. I think it’d be cool to have you as a roomie, if you are considering transferring to BSSU,” Suki said, referring to a conversation you had had about a week ago. You didn’t really like the college in your hometown, and loved being in the city. But all things considered, you weren’t really sure anymore.

“I’ll definitely think about it,” You replied. A sudden knock at the front door made you become filled with dread, and you heard Sokka give a startled yelp from the living room.

“C’mon, that’s probably them,” Suki urged, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the front door. When you opened it, your eyes landed on Katara, Aang, and Toph. You were surprised but at the same time, not, when you realized Zuko was a no show. You wondered if he was ashamed. You wondered if he’d ever try to talk to you again.

You said your goodbyes to your friends, giving them all hugs. Aang gave you a cute friendship bracelet that Katara and him made for you, which caused Sokka to shout jealously from the couch, questioning why they never made him one. After they left, you kicked a newly sleeping Sokka with your foot as a form of goodbye, receiving a shriek in response. Suki drove you to the train station where she tearfully said her goodbyes and gave you a hug. You thanked her again, and exited the car. You waved to her as your neared the entrance, which she returned before driving away. You froze for a second, fishing your phone from your pocket, and disappointed to still see no texts from him. You sighed and slid it back in your pocket. You continued your walk, and heard a sudden screech from brakes of a car. You whipped your head around towards the sound, seeing a familiar car. The driver door flew open, your eyes widening when you saw a raven haired boy jump out, slamming the door behind him.

“Zuko? What are you doing here?” You asked somewhat coldly as he neared you. You released the suitcase handle and crossed your arms.

“I thought I was too late,” He replied, nervously looking down at his feet. “I’m sorry about last night.”

Your mouth remained shut, not able to find the right words.

“Please forgive me,” He whispered. Your mouth gaped slightly, and then closed again. Your words were caught in your throat.

“I try really hard to not be like that anymore. I’ve spent a long time working on it, but the alcohol got the best of me, Y/N,” Zuko spoke, reaching his hand out to touch your arm. You glanced down at it and then back at him, still frozen. “I was just so fucking sad knowing you were leaving. I never want to be away from you.”

You nodded slowly, your face untensing. A second after, you felt the shear force of a magnet, crashing into his arms. Zuko engulfed you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight. You felt tears sting your eyes, one slipping down your cheek. The two of you stayed there for a while, silent, taking in the moment. You could feel your heart melt more and more. You pulled away enough to look up at him, seeing his golden irises surrounded by a rosey pink. You moved your arms so they could wrap around his neck, holding his head tightly into your neck as he cried softly.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N,” Zuko whispered against your skin. You held him there for a few more moments, and then picked his head up.

“I forgive you,” You replied softly. He shook away from your grip on the back of his head and leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You kissed him back with just as much softness. He pulled away after a moment, gazing into your eyes, his filled with relief and warmth. He leaned back in to give you a quick peck, then another, then another.

“I’m going to be late,” You told him, your voice as light as a feather.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Zuko said, sniffling. His expression changed suddenly, an imaginary light bulb appearing over his head. “Let me go with you.”

Your eyebrows rose, shocked. That was crazy. This is crazy, right? So why didn’t it feel crazy?

A smile painted itself onto your face and you nodded eagerly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, l’m positive. I can help you get ready for school for a few days,” He said, sharing the same smile. “Then, take a train back.”

In response, you grabbed his hand, pulling him gently. Zuko’s fingered wrapped themselves around your suitcase handle, the two of you walking to the entrance of the station, forgetting about his car. He remembered, but he didn’t care.

He just wanted to go with you.

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louisapennyfeather2021 · 4 years ago

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Can you do a Jack Kelly sister x race or Albert (up to you) and Jack finds you guys kissing and is about to kill race or Albert. Then you all sit down and Jack gives the classic dad talk. This could be plantonic Jack/ race or Albert love. (You also don’t have to make it a sister I’m just a girl myself haha)

I finally made myself do this, mostly because I said I'd have it done by Friday and that's in less than four hours, but I'll(hopefully) make it happen!!! Have I finished my essay? Of course not, but I did finished my math tests! Planned procrastination is somewhat effective, right?

Anywho, here it is!

Relationships: Brother!Jack, Reader x Albert

Pronouns: She/Her as the person who asked did clarify that she is a girl :)

(psst... I can always make this with they/them pronouns if anyone would like that)

A/N: This is definitely not my best work, but it's not bad!!! I always feel awkward trying to write Dad Talks, but never enough to not write them at all!!! Maybe it'll help that I'm awkward with it so it'll be projected onto my work haha!

Warnings: some kissing, a bad word or two. That's about it? Oh, also, I'm really bad at writing kissing stuff lmao

Setting: 1899 Duane Street Lodging House

***

"No, Y/N, you gotta wear ya cap right or ya gonna look like ya ain't got hair." Jack snatches Y/N's hat from off her head before flipping it and placing it on her head correctly.

"Jack, cut it out! Ain'tcha got somethin' better t' do?" Y/N swats at her brother's hand, ducking to avoid his mother hen behavior.

"He ain't got nothin' t' do cause he's too busy hoverin'." Crutchie snorts from where he sits on the front steps of the lodging house. Jack throws a half-hearted glare at Crutchie, which gives Y/N enough time to sneak past Jack and hurry down the street towards Newsies Square.

"Hey, where d'ya think yer goin'?" Jack calls. Y/N huffs and shakes her head before looking over her shoulder. As soon as she does, she takes off sprinting down the street, Jack chasing her down. Y/N squeezes past some of the guys that are making their way down the street, successfully managing to not completely shove Jojo into a walk on accident.

It's not unusual for Jack to be so overbearing, specifically with Y/N. Sure, he's oddly protective over all the Newsies, but he practically turns into a bear with Y/N. Jack says it's because she's his "baby sista' 'nd nothin's ever gonna happen to no sister o' mine."

Y/N understands to an extent, of course, but it makes some things, well, difficult. Specifically hanging out with friends. Or maybe someone who's more than a friend.

"Someone's rushin' this mornin'." Racetrack Higgins snorts as Y/N hurries to duck behind him and Buttons. Both wait outside the gates for Weasel to come open them. Albert leans on the gate opposite of Race, raising an amused eyebrow at Y/N. She playfully narrows her eyes at him before breathing a sigh.

"Just my parasite of a brotha'. Again." Y/N grumbles. Jack treats her like she's still a kid, when really she's just a year and a half younger than him. To some folks, that's a lot, but when you're forced to grow up on the streets of New York, it's just numbers.

"Ain't like he's doin' it for nothin'." Race scoffs a laugh, sharing a knowing look with Buttons before glancing between Albert and Y/N where she's still hiding behind the two smirking boys.

"Oh, shuddup. Jack ain't gotta worry about what he don't know about." Y/N glares pointedly at both Race and Buttons.

"Don't worry, I've kept Racer from hawkin' yer secret t' all of Manhattan." Buttons shoves Race's shoulder. Race squawks in protest and he starts arguing with Buttons. Y/N laughs, knowing Race would keep her secret no matter what. It's just funny to see Buttons get a rise out of Race.

"Could be worse. Buttons could'a taken his cigar." Albert chuckles, although he absentmindedly rubs his upper arm. He's learned the hard way not to take the blond boy's comfort object. However, that doesn't keep him from occasionally stealing it.

"You'd know how that turns out." Y/N sneaks behind Race as he argued with Buttons and stands next to Albert. She doesn't stand too close, especially since Jack is probably on his way with the rest of the fellas.

The last thing Y/N needs is for Jack to get suspicious of her and her relationships.

So Y/N just leans on the gate near Albert, both laughing as Race and Buttons start on a tangent. Eventually the others gather around, Jack and Crutchie being the last to actually show up. As soon as he's at the gate, Jack starts fussing over Y/N's hat again. She smacks his hand away and glares at him, receiving a horribly hidden laugh from Albert.

"Would you stop swattin', I'm tryin' t' make ya not look like a hooligan." Jack huffs.

"You know we're a bunch'a kids that sell papes for a livin', right? Hooligan is the nicest thing folks can call us." Y/N rolls her eyes. Jack opens his mouth to respond, but he doesn't get the chance. Instead, the sound of the gates rattling and snarky comments fills the air. Y/N turns to see none other than Oscar and Morris Delancey hesitantly opening the gates.

"What, no hello?"

"Wake up on the wrong side'a the cave this mornin'?"

"Aw, did'ya not have someone t' tuck ya in last night?"

The jabs make Y/N's face go red to hide her laughs. The dramatic eye rolls and frowns on the Delancey Brothers' faces are pure gold. Y/N doesn't doubt that either brother would go after any Newsie if it wouldn't get them in some trouble. After all, good ol' Mr. Pulitzer needs someone to make money for him.

As some of the guys keeps teasing the brothers, Y/N sneaks past them with Buttons, Albert following not too far behind. The three line up to get their papers, waiting for Weasel to slither his way to the distribution stand.

"Alright, line it up!" As if hearing his name, the Weasel himself stands grumpily behind his money box.

"Mornin' Weasel! Long time, no see!" Y/N grins brightly. The annoyed twitch under Weasel's left eye is enough to make Y/N snort.

"Not long enough." He grumbles.

"Aw, don't be such'a grump." Y/N mock pouts. She pulls a dime from her pocket and flips it onto the money box before moving down to take a stack of papers. She's grateful when Morris hands her the stack, although he does it with a sneer. Nice to know he's not specifically angry at her, at least not angry enough to throw her papers at her like he'll likely do to Jack and definitely to Race.

Y/N waits by the gates for her selling partner, aka the one and only Albert DaSilva. Thankfully Jack hasn't picked up on the Y/N and Albert almost always being partners. They switched it up once and a while to throw off any suspicion, but they're usually selling together. After all, it's one of the only times they can be together without the worry of Jack seeing.

"Ain'tcha sweet for waitin' for me?" Albert teases as he reaches the gate, his head down as he organizes his stack of papers in his bag.

"We both know you'd get lost if I let'cha go alone." Y/N snorts a laugh. She successfully ducks a playful swat from Albert before she looks over his shoulder. She sees Jack taunting Weasel and she knows she has a few seconds to leave before her brother chases her down. "C'mon, best we get a head start on Jack."

"Well stop screwin' around then." Albert grins and hurries out of the square, Y/N right on his heels.

They hurry through the streets of Manhattan towards the Brooklyn bridge. They usually take up selling along the waterfront, sometimes a few blocks around the bridge. They mostly sell at the bridge because it's one of the furthest spots from where Jack sells. Meaning they can hang out once they finish selling morning papers in peace.

"Bet I can sell all my papes b'fore you can even hawk a headline." Albert elbows Y/N's arm as they reach the bridge, the area slowly coming to life as people hurry to get to work.

"You're on." Y/N smirks before hurrying across the street to start selling.

The two spend most of the morning selling, taking a few small breaks to hide in the shade of an alleyway from the July sun. Y/N manages to finish selling her last paper just a few minutes after Albert. The red head is all smirks when he notices Y/N finish after him.

"Don't come smirkin' at me, you bet that you could sell out before I even started. You didn't say nothin' about finishin' first." Y/N points a finger at Albert as they turn down one of the alleyways behind the produce market. Y/N holds an apple in hand and Albert has a pear.

"Should'a bet I'd win first, that way I'da got a free lunch." Albert sighs dramatically and takes a bite of his pear. Y/N rolls her eyes for what feels like the millionth time today before eating her apple.

"I still don't see how ya eat those things." Y/N mumbles.

"I don't see how you can't!" Albert scoffs before finishing his pear.

"Too sweet. And soft, they make a mess." Y/N shrugs and takes another bite of her apple.

"You just can't handle how sweet pears are cause you're so bitter." Albert laughs. Y/N's mouth drops open and she doesn't hesitate to throw the core of her apple at Albert, effectively hitting his neck. Albert gapes, although there's a slight upturn at the corner of his lips. "Low blow, Kelly!"

"Aw, did I hurt the your ego on accident?" Y/N can't hold back the laugh the bubbles up from deep in her stomach. Albert gives her a "seriously?" look before he jumps at her. Y/N accidentally let's out a panicked squeak before turning. She gets a few steps before Albert wraps his arms around her and squeezes her into a hug from behind. "No fair!"

"I think you should apologize." Albert hums, his chin on top of Y/N's head. She's not short, but the way she's standing makes it easy for Albert to rest his chin in top of her head.

"Do you realize how awkward this is?" Y/N squirms. Her feet are in front of her and she's practically leaning against Albert, it's almost like she's trying to sit down. "Seriously, I think you're gonna break my back."

"Apologize 'nd I'll let go." Albert starts swaying back and forth, making Y/N grip his arms and shuffle her feet to keep from completely slipping to the ground.

"Ain't got nothin' t' apologize for." Y/N finished the sentence in time for Albert to sway further and nearly drop Y/N on her bottom. She squeaks again, making the obnoxious red head laugh and try to keep a firm grip on her so she won't fall.

"You're ridiculous." Albert shuffles back and helps Y/N stand up, laughing when she huffs in annoyance. Albert moves around to stand in front of Y/N, his arms crossed as he meets her faux annoyed expression. "I still think you owe me 'n apology."

"I don't see no reason why." Y/N shrugs, although the corners of her mouth twitch up into a horribly suppressed smile.

"That's a lousy thing t' say." Albert pouts, receiving a raised eyebrow from Y/N. The girl takes a small step closer to Albert and shrugs her shoulders slightly.

"Lousy ain't always bad." Y/N jokingly winks. Albert shakes his head with a laugh before naturally gravitating closer to Y/N. She follows until her nose bumps Albert's, the two of them getting closer until Y/N closes her eyes and feels Albert's mouth lightly touch hers.

Y/N hums into the kiss as Albert reaches up and rests his hand on the side of her neck. She follows, her hand gently wrapping around Albert's wrist and her thumb rubbing the soft skin. She can't help but smile as she moves her mouth againsr Albert's. This is far from the first time they've kissed, but with how little time they get to spend together, every kiss feels like the first.

Y/N still gets butterflies in her stomach. She still gets that happy high afterwards.

But even the happy high can end in a snap.

"Oh, hell no." Y/N's eyes snap open and she quickly pulls away from Albert. Her wide eyes meet Jack's furious frown as he stands near the mouth of the alleyway. Behind him, Race stands with an apologetic expression, Crutchie next to him with a hand over his mouth like he's holding in a laugh.

"Oh boy." Y/N whispers. Albert turns around, his expression matching Y/N's.

"Hey, Jack..." Albert awkwardly waves at the fuming boy.

"You're dead, DaSilva." And that's all it takes for Albert to bolt down the other end of the alleyway, Jack right on his heels. Y/N just stares in shocked silence, hardly noticing Race and Crutchie come to a stop next to her.

"I swear, I tried to distract him." Race rushes, although Y/N doesn't seem to hear as she opens and closes her mouth in shock.

"You are so in for it." Crutchie busts out laughing.

I'm so dead, Y/N thinks.

***

"Jack, you need t' calm down!"

"Calm down?! He was suckin' my sista's face!"

"Oh, no, gross, that's definitely not what we were doin'."

"You stay out of this!"

"Okay, everyone shuddup!" Y/N yells from one corner of the rooftop of the lodging house. Crutchie leans against the fire escape, watching and occasionally throwing in a comment or two. Jack paces around the roof, eyes narrowed in on Albert. The red head stands near the edge of the roof, as if he's ready to make a break for it if need be. Y/N stands somewhat between Albert and her fuming brother, sort of like a last resort for a barrier between the two. Y/N faces her brother, her arms crossed under her chest and her mouth set in a thin line. "Jack, it was just'a kiss 'nd I like Albert. S'nothin' wrong with that."

"Nothin' wrong with that? Everything's wrong with that! You're my sista', Albert's s'posed t' be my pal! Seein you two lockin' lips is just-" Jack wiggles around and gags, his nose scrunching up.

"Oh, we are not having this conversation because the thought of your sister kissin' a boy makes ya uncomfy." Y/N rolls her eyes before planting her hands in her hips.

"She has a point." Crutchie comments. Jack whines and shuffles around like he's about ready to throw himself off the rooftop.

"That don't change the fact that it's gross and weird and just wrong. She's my sister." Jack stares down Albert and points at Y/N.

"Yeah, 'nd it just so happens I was kissin' someone you know and trust! S'not like I was kissin' a Delancey or nothin'." Y/N's comment makes the other three on the roof gag and squirm uncomfortably. "Oh, we all know it's true!"

"Doesn't mean we wanna hear it." Albert shivers in disgust.

"Alright alright alright." Jack exhales heavily. He paces a few more times, shakes his head and pursing his lips. Y/N waits in silence with Albert and Crutchie, all three knowing Jack needs a second. When he finally stops pacing, all the attention trains in on him. "Fine, okay, s'not the worst thing ever, I'm gonna set some ground rules."

"What?!"

"Seriously?" Y/N whines, something she unfortunately shares with her older parasite- um, brother.

"Yes. Now I d'know how long this has been goin' on, but I'm sayin' right now that we will not be havin' any littles-"

"I'm gonna be sick." Y/N gags, and it's unfortunately a legitimate gag that makes bile sting the back of her mouth. Albert must inhale sharply and start choking on his spit because he starts coughing obnoxiously. Even Crutchie, who had found the whole situation so hilarious, looks like he's going to be sick.

"Oh, quit it ya pansies." Jack huffs. He angles towards Albert, his eyes narrowed again. "'Nd you. If you hurt my sista' in any way, I swear you'll find yourself swimmin' in the East River in no time."

"I'm definitely not planning on it." Albert manages to say before coughing and clearing his throat, his eyes watery from coughing.

"Good." Jack nods in satisfaction. He looks at the sky and seems to ponder before signing. "Get'a move in, gonna have evenin' papes out soon."

Albert throws an anxious look at Y/N before hurrying to the fire escape. He disappears, Crutchie quickly following and leaving the Kelly siblings alone.

"Y'know, ya could'a told me." Jack's shoulders sag. Y/N kicks her foot awkwardly, her eyes trained in the ground.

"Not if it risked ya reactin' the way ya did t'day." Y/N mutters. She looks up to see Jack sigh and move closer to her.

"I can definitely tell ya I wouldn't have chased him down." Jack snorts.

"I guess that would've been a perk." Y/N hums. She meets Jack's gaze and suddenly the two start laughing. Jack reaches over and playfully shives Y/N's shoulder.

"C'mon, weirdo. We got papes t' sell." Jack shakes his head.

Y/N smiles and follows him off the roof.

That's one crisis averted.

Granted, they still have the rest if the day left.

#Newsies #newsies #newsies broadway #newsies imagine #newsies memes #newsies imagines #newsies x reader #albert imagine #albert dasliva #albert dasilva #albert newsies #albert x reader #albert dasilva x reader #jack kelly #brother!jack kelly #jack newsies #sister reader #she/her pronouns

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lostonehero · 4 years ago

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Tw sexual themes mentions of child abuse mentions of murder

"Remember Maxie instincts are a powerful thing, even on land you cannot escape them."

"You'll never be human you idiot."

"Humans are food not something you should desire to be."

"You're the weakest here."

"You deserve every punishment."

"You were the mistake of mating season"

"Follow orders like your older siblings."

"You need to be punished."

Maxie gasps as he jolts upright in his bed

The red head fumbled for his morning coffee that nightmare, well more like memories he hasn't had in such a long time. He sighs mixing in a red liquid to his coffee and drinks. Human blood wasn't hard to get and it helped keep his instincts from going nuts because he was hungry. He sighs shaking his head of memories he didn't want to remember.

"Hey Maxie I thought you were going to sleep in, it's our day off, and Steven keeps telling you to rest more so then your former admins." Archie chuckles placing his hand on Maxie's shoulder.

Macie sighs, Archie did worry about him, they were still new to the whole dating thing so they were taking it slow. "Bad dreams Archie didn't want to return to it."

Archie frowns a look of concern in his eyes. "Was it about that day." He trails off referring to the day they both summoned two titans to destroy the world.

"Actually no, just old memories of family." Maxie frowns sipping his coffee.

Archie slightly taken aback. "You had bad parents?"

Maxie froze forgetting that he was never really open with his past to Archie even now that they were together. He sighs letting his guard down. "My siblings were kind my parents however were not you've seen my scars Archie they were from the many punishments I received from them."

"That's horrible Maxie."

"Its been a long time since I've seen them so don't fret that much."

"Is that why you're iffy around my folks."

"Yeah..." Maxie sighs one secret down the next he wasn't ready to face let alone tell Archie.

"Shit sorry"

"Not your fault Archie, besides I like your family."

"Right good so uh did you put your iron stuff in the whole coffee pot?"

Maxie chuckles. "No Archie just my cup I know better then to repeat that."

"Good because your supplements medication or whatever you put in your drink is horrible."

"To you."

"To everyone Maxie."

Maxie chuckles feeling better talking to Archie.

......

"I swear Archie something is up with Maxie." Shelly frowns sharing lunch with Archie on there break.

"I would normally disagree, but he has been awfully clingy lately and a but er forceful in other ways." Archie sighs a light dusting of red on his cheeks.

"Is he hurting you? Archie I swear I'll kill him."

Archie slightly stunned. "No no no not at all, actually it's the opposite besides the bedroom. He has been giving me gifts and little trinkets for the past week, and he has been singing whenever we are alone just to me. Weirdest part is that I keep catching Maxie lingering by the beach."

"Shit Archie that lava nerd hates the ocean. Do you think he might be getting sick because his behavior is weirder then normal."

"I don't know Shelly, he'll everytime I try to ask he gets weirdly embarrassed and runs off."

"That rock head is being weirder then normal uh has the bite mark he gave you gone away yet?"

Archie frowns and shakes his head. "It turned black and the doctors said it wasn't infected."

"That can't be good."

"I don't know Maxie keeps getting embarrassed or mad at himself whenever I bring it up. I think he might be harming himself over it but I'm fine with it, and I keep trying to tell him that."

"I can ask Courtney to help get Maxie to the doctor."

"I want to try to help first."

"I get it but if Maxie is being self destructive again he needs more help then you can give."

"I know amd I never want him to go down that path again."

"Just be careful and keep that nerd safe I hate to say it but he is good for you."

Archie nods throwing out his trash. "Yeah I'll tell you if something changes."

......

"Leader Maxie." Courtney's deadpan robotic tone nearly made Maxie jump out of his skin.

"What is it." Maxie snapped then sighs rubbing his temples he needed to reel in his temper, I was smack in the middle of mating season and he already marked Archie, and they were going at it like buneray but it wasn't what he needed. He knew he needed to claim Archie in the water to complete the bind as mates and his instincts were drinving him up the wall as he kept denying the action.

"My apologies for bothering you but we are growing concerned with your recent behavior."

Maxie freezes rubbing his temples. "Have I been that bad?"

"We are concerned for your mental health."

"I'm fine Courtney I promise." He pauses and scowls. "Don't argue with me I just have some personal issues to sort through."

She frowns and watches Maxie leave. Something was wrong and she needed to figure out what.

.....

Archie was playing with his sharpedo on the beach when Maxie approached him. "Good job Bruce you are such a good boy."

Maxie glares and unconsciously growls getting Archie's attetion.

"Maxie what are you doing all the way out here I thought your admins made sure you got some bed rest. We are just worried about you I know you don't like being locked-" Archie's words are cut off as Maxie forces him into a deep kiss.

Archie pushes him away. "Maxie what has gotten into you? Shit I'm calling the doc-" again Archie is cut off when he hears Maxie begin to sing but it was different it was as if his body was reacting to the song and his body was yelling get into the water and let him finish the bond. Archie blacked out after that.

Maxie woke up and he felt like he was floating then he realized he was in the water. A weight was on top of him as he drifted in the ocean. Then it clicked it was Archie sleeping on top of him as he floated on the waves. "Fuck " he cursed waking up Archie.

Archie woke up wet sunburned and his ass was so sore, also where were his clothes and why was he drifting in the middle of the ocean. Panic started to bubble up in his chest as he was gripped from behind unable to struggle out of the grasp.

"Archie relax I can explain."

"Maxie? Fuck this has to be a dream."

"Archie relax please I'll get us back to shore."

Archie breaths eventually evened out as Maxie began to explain as they made the long trip back and turns out Bruce was with them the entire time and Archie decided riding on him was better then Maxie.

"Maxie I'm sorry."

"Stop it's my fault I forced you to mate, and I didn't even stop and ask if it was OK I just sang and I used you."

"Maxie stop I would of agreed regardless I love you."

Maxie sinks deeper to hide his face before resurfacing and splashing Archie.

Archie laughs feeling the tension leave. "Wait is that why you were acting weird?"

"It was mating season amd I was courting you."

"Is that what the gifts were, and the bite mark was a marking?"

"Y-yeah."

"And the constant sex?"

"Yeah sorry."

"I mean I'm not I found out I was a bottom and a size queen I feel no shame in learning new things about myself."

Maxie huffs frustrated. "Why aren't you mad at me, I lied to you about what I am, I used you, I bonded and mated you without explaining or asking for permission."

Archie sighs. "I was more worried you were hurting yourself again, and it turned out like this so I'm more relived then anything, slightly annoyed because I'm dating a damn ironic bastard who is a sea creature I used to have fantasies about."

"You're disgusting." Maxie tries to cover up his blush as they continue making Archie laugh.

"You know you love me, and now you're stuck with me."

"I know that doesn't mean I can't get annoyed with you."

They devolved into some nice banter as they reach the shore until Archie breaks it asking a simple question.

"So this is a one time thing right? You bonded and mated me so you're good right?"

Maxie watches Archie go back on land picking up his discarded clothes. "Not exactly."

"What?"

"Next year I might knock you up." He says quickly enough Archie almost doesn't catch it.

"What? Maxie last time I checked I am a man and that's impossible."

"Last time I checked I'm a siren and sirens during mating season biology for humans doesn't matter.... I mean well " he frowns trying to find the right words. "You'll develop the parts if it takes and they will vanish once you have the kids."

Archie stays quiet and Maxie frowns flinching and biting his tongue.

"I can be a dad, we don't have to adopt?"

Maxie slightly taken aback. "Well I mean you could but I won't force you not like this."

"No Maxie I always wanted a family of my own and he'll with our history nobody in there right mind would let two criminals adopt or foster a child. But I can still be a dad " Archie rushes back into the waves and grabs Maxie's hands. "We can be dads."

Maxie can feel himself pur and go red at the same time. "Archie relax I want to get my instincts in check, and I don't need you making a fuss over this."

"You purr this day keeps getting better doesn't it."

Maxie huffs but doesn't push Archie away. "I need to explain my instincts to you and my behaviors." He sighs "could you maybe get me a fresh pair of clothes my tail kind of destroyed my pants and my back fin ripped my shirt in two."

Archie laughs as he runs off to get the clothes leaving Maxie red faced in the water.

......

Maxie hands Archie a very detailed list of several pages. "Here is a detailed list of my instincts and behaviors you may witness and experience, I've also made copies for our former admins since I trust them with my secret... and they also seemed concerned for my wellbeing the past few weeks."

Archie hums reading over the list then pauses. "So the jealously thing was unintentional?"

Maxie looks away. "Well you are my mate now and sirens can be very protective of there mates, and I don't want to share you."

"Why aren't you annoyed when I hang out with Matt or Shelly?"

"There your family, I mean not by blood but I" he grumbles. "I can tell that you guys are family."

Archie blushes. "That's actually really sweet." He continues to read then stops again. "Wait how are you going to tell the others?"

"We have a pool in this facility I'll show by example. Physical proof is hard to disprove."

"Alright but are you ok with this?"

"Its not like I have a choice Tabitha found my blood packets last month and I had to make an excuse for that, and they are already concerned with my recent behavior. " he frowns. "And its not like I haven't saved them from drowning before."

"You did?"

"I mean yeah Courtney can't swim, and Tabitha gets a panic attack when in the water so swimming isn't a option for him. It wasn't there fault I just happened to be close enough to save them."

"Thats really sweet. You really are a big softie."

"I have eaten many men Archie I am terrifying."

Archie gives Maxie a soft kiss making the shorter man blush.

#hardenshipping #mermay #siren maxie #pokemon maxie #magma leader maxie #magma boss maxie #pokemon archie #aqua leader archie #aqua admin shelly #magma admin courtney

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thelastspeecher · 4 years ago

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Stanuary ‘21 - Week One: Charm

Ohohohoho look at me, getting my ducks in a row so quickly that I can post my week one write on the second day of Stanuary.

With a prompt like “charm”, I immediately thought of my MerGucket AU, and how in it, after he turns into a merman, Stan gets the ability to control people like a proper siren. I haven’t explored that in the AU, so this seemed as good a time as any. Enjoy.

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Stan swam up to the pier where Ford was waiting for him. When he surfaced, Ford smiled at him and held out a hand. Stan took the offered hand. Ford helped pull him onto the dock.

“How are things going in the mer colony?” Ford asked. Stan shifted into a more comfortable position, his scales scraping against wood.

“They’re going all right,” Stan replied. “I’m pretty much settled in. The MerGuckets found a room for me.”

“So you trust them? Even though they’re the ones that did this to you?” Ford asked. He sat next to Stan, his feet dangling off the pier. Stan flicked his partially submerged extravagant tail, splashing water at his twin.

“Did you forget that you’re gonna be stuck underwater with me eventually?” he teased. Ford scratched the rudimentary gills hidden underneath his scarf.

“With how this piecemeal transformation feels? No, I haven’t forgotten.”

“Did you lose the special lotion Mrs. MerGucket made for you?” Stan asked. Ford looked away. “I’ll get some more for you.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Stan stretched languidly. “Anyways, back to me trusting the MerGuckets – it’s not like I have a choice. They’re the only people who can help me with the whole mer thing.”

“You’re willingly taking their help?” Ford asked, raising a querying eyebrow.

“It’s way too easy to accidentally fuck up with siren abilities.” Stan scowled. “I keep using the siren’s call without meaning to.”

“Ain’t it a bit hypocritical fer ya to be judgin’ Stan trustin’ us anyways?” a voice asked. Stan and Ford looked over. A merman had surfaced on the other side of the pier and propped himself up on his elbows. “I mean, yer the one what befriended Fidds in the first place.”

“Lute,” Ford said dryly. Lute tilted his head in acknowledgement. “To be fair, when I befriended Fiddleford, I didn’t expect him to trick my brother and myself into becoming mermen.”

“That’s the risk ya take when ya befriend a merman.”

“I didn’t know he was a merman,” Ford said, beginning to raise his voice. Lute rolled his eyes.

“Irrelevant.”

“No, it’s-” Ford started. Stan put a hand on Ford’s shoulder.

“Let it go, Sixer. He’s just trying to rile you up. Lute really bought into the whole ‘fucking with people’ siren philosophy.”

“Maybe that’s why you get along with him so well,” Ford mumbled. Stan punched his shoulder.

“Dick.”

“Not that it isn’t entertainin’ to watch the two of ya interact,” Lute drawled, “but Stanley, it ain’t safe fer ya to be on the surface ‘til ya get yer siren’s song under control.”

“I’m just talking to Ford!” Stan protested. “I thought you said that I can’t use the siren song on other mers.”

“You can’t. But Ford ain’t full mer just yet. So unless ya want to accidentally sing Ford into attackin’ ya with a pitchfork…”

“Fine, fine,” Stan grumbled. He sighed. “I’ll talk to you later, Ford.”

“Yes, see you later,” Ford said. Stan pushed himself off the dock. He and Lute quickly disappeared into the ocean depths. Ford got to his feet and headed back to shore. “Where would I even get a pitchfork?”

-----

Stan threw open the door of Ford’s study on the Stan O’War. Ford spun around, a gun in his hands.

“Good, you got some protection,” Stan said approvingly. Ford sighed. He set the gun down on his desk.

“What are you doing here, Stanley?” he asked. Stan leaned in the doorway.

“No ‘It’s so great to see you, my twin brother’?”

“I was under the impression that you weren’t allowed on land yet, as you still struggle with your ability to control people.”

“Nah, I can come on land now,” Stan said, lying through his teeth. That morning, the oldest MerGucket child, Violynn, had stopped by with her fifteen toddlers. With all the attention on the children, Stan had been able to sneak out without being seen. Ford looked at him doubtfully. “If I couldn’t, one of the MerGuckets woulda stopped me before I even made it on board.”

“To be honest, Stan, the fact that there aren’t any MerGuckets with you is making it more difficult to believe you,” Ford said. “Angie loves visiting land with you, and Lute sticks to you like glue.”

“They both had work today,” Stan fibbed. The words came from somewhere deep in the back of his throat. The doubt in Ford’s eyes was replaced by an unfocused look for a moment, only for his gaze to return to normal.

“Very well,” Ford said. He got to his feet. “Was there something you wanted me to do?”

“I was gonna go into town, if you wanna join me.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Is it what you want?” Stan asked. Ford nodded. “Okay…” The two stared at each other silently. “Then…let’s go into town.”

-----

Stan was getting a bit unnerved. Ford hadn’t said a single word since they left the Stan O’War. He was just silently following Stan as they walked down the street.

What’s wrong with him? We went past that bookstore he’s obsessed with and he didn’t even look at it. Stan opened his mouth to say something, but Ford beat him to it.

“What were you wanting to do in town?” Ford asked.

“I was thinking I’d try out this siren song on someone, see if I can’t score something shiny,” Stan replied. Ford snorted.

“You really bought into the mer love for shiny objects.”

“Pfft, yeah right.” Stan elbowed Ford. “I’ve always liked shiny things.” Ford chuckled. They came to a stop outside a jewelry store. Stan looked at the items in the storefront window. “That’s a nice watch.”

“You’re not going to steal it, are you?” Ford asked. Stan grinned. “Oh, no.”

“I was just gonna barter, but now that you suggested I steal…”

“Stanley!”

“I’m a merman now. I’m supposed to commit crimes. Just be glad I’m not killing someone.”

“Hmph.” Ford crossed his arms. “I’m not happy about this.”

“Fine, you don’t need to be. Stay outside,” Stan said, shrugging. He strode into the jewelry store alone. The owner, a middle-aged man with a pretentious mustache, glared at Stan. “Hey.”

“Hello,” the owner said tartly. “May I help you?”

“Yeah.” Stan pointed out the watch he’d seen outside. “I want that watch.” The store owner sniffed.

“Are you sure you have the monetary funds necessary to purchase it?”

“Probably not. But I’m not gonna purchase it.” Like he had been taught to do, Stan dropped his voice, speaking from deep in his throat. When he next spoke, it felt like his teeth were vibrating, a sure sign he was successfully using the siren’s song. “You’re gonna give me the watch for free and, the second I leave, forget my face or that I was ever here.” The store owner’s eyes glazed over. He nodded mutely. Stan walked over to the watch, pocketed it, and strolled out of the store.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” a voice asked. Stan looked over. Waiting with Ford were Angie and Lute MerGucket.

“Yeah. Got a sweet watch.”

“Really?” Lute said, clearly interested. “What color?”

“Well, since I spend most of my time in the ocean now, I couldn’t go with silver-” Stan started.

“You two can have this conversation back home,” Angie interrupted. She crossed her arms. “We’re leavin’, right now. That way ya don’t accidentally control anyone else.”

“What are you talking about?” Stan asked. Angie gestured towards Ford. “I didn’t control him!”

“Yes, you did. I could tell the second I saw him.”

“I’d like to request you stop referring to me as though I’m not here,” Ford said. “And, to be honest, I’m on Stanley’s side. I’ve been aware this entire time. Not to mention, he didn’t sing at all.”

“You don’t need to sing to use the siren’s song,” Lute said.

“As fer ya not goin’ into a haze, that’s ‘cause Stan’s used to convincin’ folks,” Angie continued. Ford raised his eyebrows in interest. “There’s many ways to use the call. The one yer most familiar with is brute force, turnin’ a human into yer thrall who obeys yer commands and ain’t even properly conscious. However, Stan went a more subtle route. It’s possible to just use yer call to make someone do what ya want, but have ‘em stay aware and under the impression that they’re in control the whole time. It’s not quite as powerful as the brute force method, since it ain’t full control. More like puttin’ someone in a state where they’re vulnerable to suggestions.

“Stanley, as someone who ain’t used to usin’ brute force to sway people, accidentally utilized this more subtle siren’s song.”

“Fascinating,” Ford said. His fingers twitched in a way Stan recognized.

If he had that journal of his on him, he’d be scribbling in it right now.

“Yes, it is fascinatin’,” Angie said. “That subtle approach requires a lot of practice to be able to do. Apparently, though, not fer him.”

“Okay, now I’m getting a bit sick of being talked about like I’m not here,” Stan interjected. Lute snickered.

“Good. I ain’t too pleased at ya fer sneakin’ off the second we looked away from ya,” Angie said firmly. “We kept tellin’ ya that ya can’t be trusted with the siren’s song just yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Stan muttered. Lute clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Time to head back so’s ya can get chewed out by Ma ‘n Pa!” Lute chirped. Stan grunted wordlessly, but followed the MerGuckets and Ford towards the beach. As they walked, Ford peppered Angie and Lute with nonstop questions about the siren’s song.

“So, the reason that humans tend to associate this ability with singing is because it’s most effective when sung?” Ford asked. Angie nodded.

“Sirens when interactin’ with humans ‘re goin’ to go as hard as possible immediately, so we jump to singin’ right off the bat.”

“Fascinating,” Ford mumbled. He rubbed his chin. “If Stan would have attempted to sing to me-” Lute let out a bark of laughter. “What?”

“The singin’ needs to be pleasant in order to work, and Stan couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket,” Lute said. “If he tried to control ya by singin’, it wouldn’t have worked at all. Might’ve done the opposite of make ya under his control, to be honest.”

“Hey!” Stan protested. Lute and Ford snickered. Angie put a hand on Stan’s arm.

“It’s okay, Stanley,” she said sweetly. “All Lute was sayin’ is that even becomin’ a magical creature whose songs ‘re renowned fer bein’ beautiful ain’t enough to make yer singin’ voice good.” Stan stared at her.

“…I think I like the way Lute said it more,” he said after a moment. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Wow, that’s what I get fer tryin’ to soften the blow of my brother’s harsh words.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Ang,” Stan said, “but I think you actually hardened the blow.” Angie pouted. “It’s okay, you’re used to killing people with your words.” Angie gasped and punched Stan’s arm.

“Yer just a mean lil squid, ain’t ya?”

“Am I?” Stan asked. Angie punched him again.

“I bet you wish you could use your siren’s call on Angie right now,” Ford teased. “All you have is your regular silver tongue.”

“Hey, I’ve charmed plenty of ladies without magic,” Stan said. Angie rolled her eyes. She walked ahead, muttering under her breath.

“Boys.”

#Stanuary #MerGucket AU #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Lute McGucket #Angie McGucket #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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phantomphangphucker · 4 years ago

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Ectober Day 7: Hero - But It’s Not Funny

*a sequel to Realities Little Joke For Infinity* Highly recommend reading that first but it’s not exactly necessary.

Tony has a bad habit of adopting strays. Particularly the stupidly heroic kind that were too reckless and too selfless for their own good. So of course he wasn’t going to just ignore the random teen that literally saved the universe only to disappear into the future. Even if said teen was somewhat dead and the only hero left in a world and time that seriously needed more.

Tony grins as he finally gets the connection to work, making his face appear on the strange future teens laptop; or whatever tech people used in whatever time this kid’s in. Going a bit wide-eyed and wheezing when the first thing he sees is Phantom -in alien PJ’s, because of course the first thing he sees on the kid who showed up in a t-shirt and jeans to an active warzone is pjs- shrieking and jumping a foot off the ground while holding a full pot off coffee; which predictably sends the contents of said coffee pot flying into the air and splattering all over the teens face and floor.

Phantom looks to the screen slowly, with steaming coffee dripping off his chin, hair and eyelashes, “seriously?”.

At that Tony can’t help but bend over laughing. Straightening up and looking at the coffee pot, “what were you even doing walking around with a full coffee pot?”.

“Well I was going to drink it. But now it’s as empty as my wallet”, Phantom looks down at the pot and grumbles, “ya know what? Fuck it. I’m still gonna drink it”, then pointing his finger around and telekinetically making all the droplets of coffee on him and the floor float back into the pot.

Tony watches, a little disgusted, as the kid practically takes a full swing of the previously spilled coffee, shrugs, and sits down by his own screen; feet clearly pulled up onto the chair seat as well and coffee pot cradled between his knees and chest. Tony eyeballs the coffee pot, “you’re really going to drink that huh?”.

Phantom shrugs, “I know what’s on my floor”, looks down at the carpet and shrugs again while muttering, “a Zone damned biohazard of blood n’ ‘plasm that’s what. Oh!”, eyes widening a little, “and a sock with a questionable stain”, looking back to the screen, “‘s not like I can get sick anyway. I could drink this shit outta a radioactive waste barrel and be fine. Prob’ taste like shit tho”.

Tony wheezes both amused and pained, “please don’t kid”, that... that would definitely make him gag.

Phantom chuckles, “don’t intend to”.

The two sit in silence for a bit. Tony taking in the teens appearance. There’s hand-shaped bruising coating his neck, one of his fingers is clearly broken, and there’s a pencil-sized hole going clean through the other hands palm. Phantom doesn’t even seem to care about the state of his body, considering how relaxed he seems and the PJ’s. Plus, no way would Tony be carrying anything, including a full pot of coffee, with his hands in the state Phantom’s are.

Phantom yawns, Tony noticing that he’s missing more than a handful of teeth, before Phantom asks, “so...why’s the past tin can face-timing my laptop?”.

Tony puts on a smile, so it was a laptop. Neat. “future or not, I’ve adopted you as one of my brats. I remember you saying there wasn’t superheroes in your age”, waving his hand around, “no older generation to guide the newer. Well you're getting the older generation now”, shrugging and smiling more genuinely, “plus underroos won’t stop talking about you”. Understatement of the century, Peter was thrilled to meet another teen hero, and wouldn’t stop going on about what powers he might have or if he even has anyone to support him. The latter Tony cares about more.

Phantom wheezes, “whom the fuck is ‘underroos’?”, shaking his head, “so ya wanna be my mentor of sorts and help me blast my foes from the past?”.

Tony smirks and nods, this kid’s humour sure was something else, “exactly. And you met before, the kid? Peter?”. Sure it had been a few months but he couldn’t have seriously just forgotten?

Phantom tilts his head, “the red and blue teenager?”.

Tony grins, “you got it, kid”, eyeing the teen's hands again, “your hands gonna be fine?”.

Phantom waves one hand around, chugging more coffee, “eh don’t worry your metal ass about it. I heal like crazy”, stretching his feet out and resting them on the desk, “I’m just putting it off a while on my hands ‘cause the broken ribs and missing bits of spine are kinda more important ya know?”.

Tony rubs his temples, “Jesus Christ”, just how much damage can this teen sustain? That kind of injury should kill a person.

Phantom laughs, probably at Tony’s pained expression, “don’t worry about that either! Not like I can die twice! Haha!”.

Tony looks back to the screen at that, feeling a bit more serious, “yeah, Thanos said something like that. That you were dead but alive. And you confirmed it. What did he even mean?”.

Phantom purses his lips, “well I could explain but that also could mess with the time stream and could result in some weird immoral science crap”. Tony doesn’t get a chance to comment on that as Phantom turns his head to the side and whines exaggeratedly at the thin air, opening his mouth as wide as looks physically possible, maybe even past that, “tiiiiiiime dadddddddyyyyyyy, will this break the time stream? Your problem child has a proooooobleeeeeeem”.

Tony wheezes into his hands, “Christ”, and stares dumbfounded as a giant hourglass with purple sand comes out of nowhere and smacks the teen in the face, making Phantom fall out of the chair with a thud.

Phantom groans and begins laughing, righting himself and spinning the hourglass around, pointing the bottom of it at the screen, it reading ‘you’re fine’. Tony is so not reading into that, kid had someone like Strange in his corner. Phantom sits back down, lifting up the hourglass like it’s a weight, “Kay Kay Kay, so I’m a halfa right? Unique creature, that’s what I am. A fucked up little science project gone wrong, or right. Your choice. My folks screwed up in the lab and boom!”, he sticks his limbs out comically before righting himself and catching the coffee pot he effectively tossed in the air, “a whack-a-mole of electricity and a wormhole decided to stop my tiny little heart. Also restarted it too though! So it’s cool”, tilting his head, “wait... didn’t I already explain this?”.

Tony sighs, “sort of. We were in the middle of a war”.

Phantom quirks an eyebrow, “your point? That was, like, the bloody third one I’ve been in”, rolling his hand around, “first there was the High Ghost King, his fifty-thousand odd skeletons, and objects of near-unlimited power. The alternate future where an evil me single-handedly annihilated humanity, talk about traumatising having to fight yourself literally”, tilting his head, “and no clue if the plant guy with his army of mind-controlled people and plants or the sleep guy with his army of Walkers, counted as ‘wars’. And eh!”, snapping his fingers, “there was that guy I stole the Reality Gauntlet from! He took over the planet and turned people into clowns and shit. So that might be big enough to count as a war, even if it was just him versus me. But then the tornado guy caused storms all over the planet too so would that count then too?”, shrugging, “eh whatever. I’m sticking with three. Pariah would have eventually destroyed the Zone, which woulda ended the universe. Dan was actively on his way to ending all life in the universe, probably all death too. And grape guy, Thanos, was about to annihilate half the life in the universe which honestly would just end all life eventually... maybe”.

Tony stares at the kid before wheezing some more and falling backwards, “Christ”, righting himself and his chair, “there is something seriously wrong with your life. Like, seriously wrong”. Apparently the future was a freaking mess and fixing its crap was all on one random teen's shoulders. All because the kid died, which somehow gave him superpowers, and decided to make something good out of that death. Talk about unfair. And messed up. Really messed up. At least Tony had his team and they had each other, “please tell me you have some kind of support?”.

Phantom grins and nods eagerly, “got my guy in the chair techy, he destroyed a sataliget once! My rich activist goth, she sued one of my enemies into oblivion. And a ghost hunter who only sometimes tries to murder me and got a nanobot supersuit running through her veins; she can lowkey kick my ass if I hold back enough to avoid accidentally killing the living”, wagging his finger at the screen and getting really close, “us dead fucks are borderline indestructible immortals, halfas even more so”, leaning back and shrugging, “can still die, or fade it’s called for the spookies, though. Well, most can anyway. Timedaddy’s straight-up immortal. But if they died then, well, then the universe would literally implode from the time-stream collapsing”, and makes a little explosion sound and motion with his hands. Oh fuck, the kid was really just a damn kid. And from the sounds of it, his entire support was three teenagers. Ah Hell. Oh and some time being, ghost?, that just left him to his own devices.

Tony shakes his head, “you know what? That doesn’t actually make me feel any better”.

Phantom shrugs, drinks, swishes the coffee around, “don’t know what to tell you, man, my entire existence is pretty fucked up. My archenemy is my uncle, wants to adopt me, and gave me his inheritance. My girlfriend has a solid murder boner for me. My parents get giddy at the idea of dissecting me and are actually worse about that the odd time they’ve been successful. The kids’ at school think I’m their personal punching bag. The government would love to shoot me full of missiles and bombs. Pretty sure my sis is just using me for her research paper on ghost psychology or whatever. And my friendships are pretty much based on the three of us just being really weird”.

Tony groans, this kid probably needed more help and support that literally any other teen or hero. “ClockPops is great though. We play chess”,

Tony blinks, mentally pausing, “you... play chess? Seriously?”, this kid seemed to have more issues sitting still than Peter did. Tony finds it hard to believe he can sit through even half a game of chess.

Phantom nods and grins, “yup. Switched the pieces out for shot-glasses once, it was great. One of my teachers is cool too. He crossdressed and pretended to be his own sister to get me to try harder on a test; it worked better than it had any right to”.

Tony blinks and breathes, “your life”, shaking his head because it sounded like the future was just pure insanity, “well now I’m here and while I’m a bit reckless and a recovering alcoholic, I’m not insane”.

Phantom chuckles, “I’ll probably prove to be a bit much for you then. I’d have to be stupid to not think I’m not at least marginally nuts. Nowhere near frootloopy but eh”.

Tony sighs, being self-aware enough -or just not giving enough of a damn- to recognise that was both impressive and depressing. Impressively depressing. “A few of us Avengers are trained doctors and psychologists outside of being experienced heroes. So kid? You’ve got all of us. At least for verbal advice. Strange already went and basically confirmed that paying you a visit wasn’t a smart idea”.

Phantom snorts and rolls his eyes, sipping a bit more before staring down the pot at the small amount left. Speaking into the pot, “oh yeah, I can just imagine all the time problems that could cause. I’m surprised this is okay”.

Tony can’t help chuckling at the slightly silly image, though he’s not sure why the kid doesn’t just drink what’s left, savouring it maybe? “Same. Strange looked at me like he was questioning my sanity. He’s probably going to pester you about the Clock guy you keep mentioning”, grumbling to the side, “I just hope Loki will keep his trickster mitts off you”. Because fuck, they’d probably get on like fire and more fire. Which yeah, slightly horrifying mental image. Probably inevitable though. Loki was already impressed, amused, and interested by Phantom and literally everything the teen did after showing up. Seriously though, who’s first thought when fighting giant spaceships with mouths and other horrifying shit, is to turn it into bouncy balls and worms??? And a smoothie for a reward? For effectively saving the universe? Kid was a trickster, dabbled in death kind of literally, and ‘gave precisely zero fucks’. Loki would have a field day and probably be a horrid influence. Though thinking of it, Phantom might be a bad influence on Loki. Loki generally had reasons for anything beyond mild messing with people. Phantom seemed more likely to just go buck wild purely because he could. Even if he seemingly had a heart of gold and more self-sacrificial bones in his body than actual bones. Seemed like his entire world/time belittled and beat the shit out of him, and yet he gladly got dissected and lost chunks of his freaking spine for them. At least he had the power to back it up.

Tony quirks an eyebrow at mist, or something, leaving the kid’s mouth before Phantom goes wide-eyed and Tony jerks as an actual literal swear-on-every-ironsuit-and-the-entire-tower cartoonish rocket smashes apart what he’s assuming is-was a window; sending glass flying everywhere... and Phantom flying off-screen, the coffee pot going up in the air and sounding like it smashed apart on the ground.

Tony can practically hear the glare in Phantom’s voice, “hey! You spilled my damn coffee!”, while a robot blasts into the room, breaking more glass and bits of wood from the looks of it.

The robot pauses, seems to frown apologetically before shrugging, “apologies whelp, but it is no matter! You won’t need such things after I skin you!“. Tony chokes and gags a little at that. “Also-”, pointing to where Phantom probably is, “-that was practically empty”. Tony then stares as Phantom comes back in screen -looking all black and white- only for the robot to shoot a missile at him immediately, Phantom just sort of shrugs and lets the missile hit him in the face. This kid seriously really didn’t give a damn about his own well being.

And not even seconds later Peter walks in out of the blue, face lighting up as he notices the screen and probably Phantom’s very noticeable self on it, and dashes over. Obviously noticing Phantom’s current situation, “oh Phantom! Kick his butt!”.

Phantom does a silly thumbs up at the screen and immediately gets stabbed in the shoulder. Tony watches in slight disbelief at the kid looking at the knife, saying, “oh! You got a new knife! Shit is the handle engraved?!?”. And the robot actually stops and replies with a wide grin, “it was a valentines gift from Ember! Impressive right?”.

Tony and Peter both blink at the fight effectively stopping as Phantom pulls out the knife and looks it over, seeming impressed, “actually yeah”, pointing almost aggressively at the robot, “you got her something too right? You’re fucking horrible for that man”.

The robot rolls Its eyes, how metal is moving that organically Tony has no clue. “Of course whelp, those drum sticks you can sing into”. Phantom facepalms and Peter actually shakes his head in disappointment. Though Tony agrees, that was awful. But who talks with their enemy -who wants to skin them for peat's sake!- about presents?

Phantom makes a tsk tsk sound, “you dumbass, she got you a sick-ass knife and you got her a knick-knack? Seriously?”, Phantom walks off-screen, the two watching as what they’re assuming is cash flys over to the robot and Phantom returns on screen, “go by some flowers to make up for that crappy present. And for the love of everything, don’t get roses”, waving his hand around, “that’s so cliche. Go with tulips and forget-me-nots”.

The robot inspects the cash before flying off-screen, presumably back out through the window It destroyed, “I will have your pelt next time, whelp!”.

Phantom chuckles, shouting back, “sure you will, Skulkie! Ghost Zones greatest hunter”. Tony and Peter can feel the sarcasm in that. “Also! No you don’t have to ask! An engraved knife would be a wicked Christmas Truce present!”. Tony sighs when a ball or something slams into Phantom’s stomach and sends him flying off-screen.

Peter leaning towards the camera, “woah! You okay?”.

Phantom’s laughter echoes horribly, “right as rain! Mind you, it’s not actually raining”, righting himself and pulling himself up into the previously knocked over chair, “don't mind Skulker, he’s a poacher and I’m rare. Practically one of a kind actually. A poachers dream prize. His girlfriend has a mind-controlling guitar and occasionally attempts at world domination”. A ghost-shaped guitar floats on-screen, Phantom grabbing it, “she gives awesome presents though”, and gives the guitar a good couple strums.

Peter’s eyes go wide, “you can play the guitar?!?”, tilting his head and asking what is in Tony’s opinion a more important question, “wait, your enemies buy you presents?”, tilting his head back, “oh man that’s awesome”. Tony just shakes his head with a smile, teenagers.

Phantom grins and strums some more before the guitar floats off-screen, “all my enemies do”, shrugging, “for the Christmas Truce and my death-day anyway. But that’s normal. A ghost culture thing. Even the prison warden guy, whose got special torture weapons set aside just for little ol’ me, buys me some kind of present. Heck! Even the eyeballs do! And they’ve repeatedly tried to assassinate me”.

Tony blinks, “kid, that makes no sense. But I’m glad they’re at least occasionally nice to you”. Hell knows Phantom needs someone to be nice to him.

Peter tilts his head, “what even is a ‘death-day’? Sounds dark”.

“Oh nothing special, just the day I died. Like a birthday! But for death! A real dead-ringer of a holiday!”, and laughs loudly before rolling his eyes at Tony, waving his hand around, “eh, I’m kinda their king so be kinda a dick move to not give me gifts on literally the two biggest holidays”.

Peter practically shrieks, “WHAT! You’re a king! Oh that is so cool”. Tony blinks, “you did mention something about being the guardian of death and Earth”.

Phantom laughs some more and finger-guns while winking at Peter, “yup! Very important, much power”, and grins stupidly before pointing to the air above his head; a green floating crown bursting to ‘life’ with green mist or something wafting off, followed by a black cape with a flaming white collar and large flaming green skulls pinning it closed with a shadowy chain.

Peter cheers immediately, then adding, “Loki would love this!”. Tony points at him, “no. I want to keep that one as far away as possible for as long as possible”.

Phantom snickers, “I have chronic bad luck, so don’t count on that working out for you. Spidey probably has better tastes than you though, Ironass”.

Tony shakes his head with a smile, “you like making up names for people huh?”.

Phantom grins meanly, “it pisses people off. Which makes them easier to hit”, and holds up a fist, smacking a hand on his bicep.

Tony can’t help but laugh at that, “you got a point kid!”, though that was stupid reckless, and effectively confirmed him being tricky. One of Tony’s tech toys starts beeping so she moves to check it out. Peter taking his place in the chair. Glancing back at Tony before looking back to the screen, “hey I’ve got a question, teen to teen. What’s being a hero to you? Why do you do it? It just... it seems like your only suffering for it. Waaaaay more than normal. And not making stuff much better for it”.

Phantom hums, spinning around in the chair, “a hero's not afraid to give their life, and anything worth doing is worth getting hurt for. I do it so others will not suffer. That is all. It doesn’t matter if things change or not. If there’s still unnecessary violence and pain, then it is still a hero's place to grab their fists around it and pulverise it to Hell and back. So long as cruelty exists I will be there to stand against it. With a smile on my face and a laugh in my heart and Core. Because there is no greater joy, no greater choice, no greater path, than self-sacrifice for the sake of another. Regardless who they are, what they are. Good or bad. Young or old. And whether they support you, or not”, Phantom nods, puts his hands behind his head, cape bunching up, and looks to the side, “and maybe someday things will change. I doubt it, but who knows. But if things do, if that kind of future is on the horizon, then I think I’ll rest. Until then, I’ll be here. Doing what I do and suffering immeasurably for it. Until the world doesn’t need ‘heroes’ anymore. Till it doesn’t need me anymore”, looking back at the screen, Tony having walked back over slowly though the kid doesn’t pay him any mind, “so I guess, being a hero to me is being the embodiment of a brighter future. To absorb the suffering of the world”, sticking a finger up, “like a paper towel!”. Tony chokes at that a little; though the kids' sudden seriousness and introspection was just as startling as last time.

Tony shakes his head, “you make it sound like you’re immortal, kid. Also, that’s what a team’s for, to help share the load. The burden. Sure your ideals are noble and probably needed, but you can’t help anyone if you destroy yourself”.

Phantom smiles but something about it seems almost... sad. “In a way, I am. A ghost can not die and a human can not fade. A ghost ceases to exist when they fade and a human when they die. Yet I can do neither. So that raises the question, what is ‘death’ for a halfa? An idea? An ideal? A reality? Or just pointless conjecture. And besides, for a ghost to fade they must satiate their Obsession. Be satisfied with the fulfilment of their existence”, pointing to his chest, “and my Obsession? Protection. To protect is a physical and mental need for me. And it will never be satisfied till there’s nothing left needing protection. And it is thus that I will always be here”, shrugging and chuckling, “likely anyway”.

Tony blinks, that... that changed a lot actually. It also explained a lot. This wasn’t some kid playing hero, or even an experienced hero just doing what’s right and their job. This wasn’t someone stuck in a bad way and doing what needed to be done purely because no one else could. This wasn’t someone trying to do good to make up for their sorted past. This was someone wise beyond their years, with little to no regard for themselves, and a living -half-living- embodiment of the word ‘hero’. Watching the teen turn his head at someone -likely his mom- shouting that supper was ready. There was a rocket-powered fistfight minutes ago and his parents’ didn’t even check on him. Christ that was depressing. But it also made him want to help this kid out all the more.

Phantom turns back to the screen, “whelp that’s my queue then I guess. And let me guess? This-” gesturing at the screen, “-is gonna become a thing? Which totally cool, little warning next time. And keep this mind, walking the straight and narrow takes more time than I got. I will steal, mildly harm, trick, and lie, as I see fit”.

Tony rolls his eyes, he’d expect no different from a kid basically left up to their own devices, “we’re all guilty of that, kid”. Phantom just laughs as the screen goes dark.

Tony leans back, well fuck, he wasn’t prepared for the kid to have shit that bad. And the King situation definitely threw him through a loop. He’ll have to talk to Thor -not Loki, dear God not Loki- about that. Being a hero and a king.

Regardless, they’re gonna help the weird spooky future kid out. And Peter absolutely liked Phantom, which hopefully wouldn’t be a bad thing. Hopefully. (And it wasn’t, if you ignored Peter carrying out more than a few pranks on Phantom’s behalf).

End.

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harrysgloves · 4 years ago

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Let Your Hair Down (chapter xi)

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word count: 6,521

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: Date night!

warnings: Language.. and SMUT! YAY! male&female receiving oral/use of the word puppy/fingering/squirting.. oh and some nice fluffy things at the end.

a/n: okay buckle up for a long one folks! I didn’t want to split the date night chapter up so... it’s a bit long but I’m pretty sure 75% of it is them screwing.. so you know.. Uh also editing not possible with this shit internet I’m forced to use tonight so.. keep that in mind. Enjoy! xx

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"Where are we going?" You asked for what had to be the millionth time and he responded with the same smile and shake of his head that he'd been answering you with all night. You huffed and leaned back into your seat, arms crossing over your chest. You'd been in the car for over 15 minutes and you still had zero idea where you could be going.

You could see the enjoyment he was getting out of you getting so frustrated over this. You hated surprises and it's not like he didn't know that about you. The last surprise birthday party you had when everyone jumped out and said happy birthday, you screamed. Then cried until your anxiety passed. Sarah had never given you a surprise party after that.

"You know I hate surprises." You mumbled under your breath. Your eyes glued to the window watching all the buildings pass by you. You just needed a hint. Really anything to ease your mind. What if he decided to take you skydiving? Nope. You needed answers.

"I know." Was all he said back. That dumb smirk still plastered on his aggravatingly gorgeous face. You rolled your eyes and let out another huff.

"Cheer up. You'll love it once we get there." His hand reached over and rested on your leg.

"Oh no, you're not touching me until you tell me where we're going." You pushed his hand off your thigh and crossed your legs. This bitch really thought he could just say you'd love it and you'd trust him. He obviously didn't know you very well.

Your eyes were still glued to the window when you heard him laugh. His hand resting back on your thigh. Making you whip your head around towards him. You weren't sure what part of you're not touching me he didn't get but you were about to show him how serious you were being when the car came to a stop.

"We're here. So, can I touch you again?" His cheeky smile across his face as his thumb rubbed small circles on your thigh. You ignored him and looked around to see where you were.

Your eyes widened once you realized where you were. A bright smile across your face as you turned to Harry who was already looking at you. He looked worried about your reaction, his hands running nervously through his hair. You couldn't not throw yourself across the car and kiss him. He was the sweetest.

"What's that for?" He smiled against your lips, his hands running through your hair.

"I can't believe you remembered I've never been here. I told you that like a year ago." You laughed. Your forehead resting against his as you took in a deep breath, too much more of his thoughtful shit and you'd be a pile of mush on the ground.

"Always listen to yeh." He whispered softly before pulling you back in for a kiss and it was official, you were completely fucked over him.

It took you a bit to finally get out of his car. You weren't above sleeping with him right there to show him how happy he'd made you but he kept pushing your hands away, laughing.

"Come on, I can't keep sayin' no to ya much longer and I want us to actually go on a date."

A big pout was on your lips as he kissed your nose and reached for the door handle. Really, you didn't have to go. You were just happy he listens to you. It was a complete 180 from what you were used to before with your ex and you wanted to show him you appreciate his efforts. You eventually decided you'd show him later as he pulled you out of the car. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist as you walked side by side.

"Still can't believe you've never been to Coney Island Boardwalk." He pulled you in closer to him as you walked up a few steps and were finally on your first Boardwalk, ever.

"Never been to any boardwalk." You pulled back from him and took his hand in yours as you took in all the things around you. Sure, you'd seen boardwalks on movies and stuff but nothing compared to it in real life. It was so noisy and a lot more bright than you expected.

"How come?" Harry asked as he pulled you by your hand closer into his side. It was definitely more crowded than you were expecting it to be and you started to get a bit anxious at the thought of people stopping you two a million times to ask Harry for a picture. Maybe he hadn't really thought this through too well.

"My mom hates the beach so we never went when I was a kid." You laughed softly at the thought of her ever being around a beach. She really had an issue with sand.

"Then when I got older I just got busy. I never really had time to take vacation then Thea came along and all free time went out the window." You shrugged, never really caring that you'd missed out on something.

"Can't believe you've come here though. How do people not stop you all the time?" You looked up to him. Hoping he could put your worries at ease but the look on his face did the exact opposite. He looked so uncomfortable it made your skin crawl.

"Jus' part of life now." He tightened his grip on your hand when he started to chew the inside of his cheek. You realized life with him would never be normal. Or at least the type of normal you wanted.

"Oh." Was oh you could mumble out. You knew he caught the sight of your face falling slightly but he chose to ignore it. Which was probably for the best. You didn't want to ruin the night with your over thinking before it even started.

The awkward tension between you two quickly went away when you both got the area with all the games. You knew those games were nothing but a rip off. You'd end up spending double what any of the stuffed animals were actually worth but when you saw the large pink teddy bear you stopped in your tracks, making Harry stumble a bit, your hand still clutched in his.

"Oh my God," you pointed to the prize waiting to be won. "Thea would love that. We should try to get it."

"She would love it." Harry smiled up at the teddy bear, your eyes moving over to take him all in. Sometimes you had a hard time believing he could be so invested in not only you but your daughter as well.

You eagerly pulled him up to the stand, basically dragging him. You'd only tried a handful of times at this particular game at local fairs in your hometown. You had to throw a dart and pop so many balloons to get the prize. You were thanking your lucky stars you were a pro at darts from all the times you spent in a dingy bar back in your college days.

"How many?" The probably underpaid teenager asked when you both finally made it to the front.

"Uhm, just five." Harry let go of your hand to take out his wallet and laid down a 5 dollar bill.

"Hit one and you get a small prize. Three for any of the top shelf." The guy stepped to the side, letting Harry attempt to throw a dart. Which was the most tragic thing you'd ever witnessed. He missed all five times.

"How are you so bad at this?" You asked, trying to contain your giggles. Even the game attendant looked a little amused.

"Aye, I didn't have time to run around and play with darts." He huffed reaching back for his wallet but you stopped him. You slammed down your own five dollar bill and asked for five of your own darts.

"Gonna have to teach you some things." You smiled bright at him as you turned back around and threw a dart and hit on the first try. You could hear his unimpressed grumble from behind you but as your 5th dart in a row hit a balloon he looked at you in shock.

"How'd you do that?" He asked, his brows furrowed as he looked at the board with balloons pinned on it like it had personally betrayed him.

"Beer darts in the college bars." You shrugged but a proud smile was on your face as you were handed the oversized pink teddy bear. You quickly reached up and put it on Harry's shoulders for him to carry around for you. He gripped tightly onto the bears legs as you two moved on back into the crowd.

"Ohhhhh," you drew out as the sweet smell of fried foods filled your senses. "They have funnel cake!"

"Should have guessed we'd be heading right for the sweets." Harry smiled down towards you as you pushed his shoulder.

"I run on nothing but sugar and sleep deprivation." You pushed him towards the stand with the huge sign that said funnel cakes.

You both moved over to the side where no one was walking as you started to shove your mouth full of the powder sugar covered deep fried batter. Harry chuckled from beside you making you look up from your plate.

"Shut up." You rolled your eyes at him as you went back to happily eating your food.

"Y'got some on yer face, love." His smile didn't leave his face as his hand came up to wipe away some of the powder sugar from the corner of your mouth.

"Got some here too." He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours quickly before his warm tongue swiped across your bottom lip. He pulled back before you had the chance to further the kiss, you pouted up to him, upset he didn't let you kiss him back properly.

"Wanted a good kiss." You sighed, looking up at him with those big doe eyes he couldn't say no to.

"All my kisses are good." His hand came up to his chest, acting all offended. You rolled your eyes. He knew exactly what you meant but he leaned down and gave you a kiss on your forehead. You smiled as you felt his lips linger for a second. This was definitely better than the funnel cake but you'd never tell him that.

It was late by the time you and Harry started to make it back towards his car. You definitely shouldn't have worn the high heeled boots you had on but they went so well with the outfit that you thought it would be fine but after over 3 hours of walking around you hated them with a passion.

"My feet are killing me." You whined, shaking Harry's hand a bit as you threw your mini tantrum, but he just smiled at you stopping in front of you and crouched down a bit.

"Hop on." His back facing towards you and your eyes widened at what he wanted you to do.

"No way! You'll drop me." You tried to walk past him but he stopped you by grabbing your hand.

"Already carried you to bed, darling." His cheeky smile on his face shining bright as you grumbled your way back around and jumped on his back.

"Don't wanna hear you complaining in five minutes when you're tired." You laid your head on his shoulder as his hands went to support your legs. You held the ridiculous sized bear you'd won earlier in the night in your hand as he took off walking.

"Never complain about having ya on me." He said, causing you to laugh but swat at his chest.

"Shut up. People will hear you one of these times." You buried your head in the crook of his neck, hiding your embarrassment.

"Don't want anyone to know what dirty things you do to me in bed, love?" You could hear the gloating in his voice as you pushed away from him. Fuck this, he wasn't going to tease you and try to be sweet at the same time. You tried to get off him but he only gripped your legs tighter and laughed at your struggling.

"'M just messin'." You decided to let it go as you two finally made it back to the car and he let you down.

You sighed as you finally settled into the car. It had been a long night and you were so excited to get these torture devices off your feet. You had no idea how Harry managed to wear those boots all night long without feeling like he was walking on glass. You jumped slightly at the sound of his door slamming, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Yer coming to mine right?" He asked but still somehow looked anxious about it. One of these days you were hoping he'd be able to be completely comfortable around you.

"I don't put out on the first date." You shot back, causing his deep laugh that was slowly becoming your favorite sound in the world erupt from him.

"Hate to break it to y'love but y'put out before the first date." That big toothy grin on his face made you want to slap him.

"Watch it Styles or you'll definitely never sleep with me again." You huffed sitting back into your seat, arms crossing over your chest. He hummed in amusement as he started his car. Obviously not buying your fake threat.

It didn't take long before you were standing in the middle of Harry's ungodly sized penthouse. Really you shouldn't have been surprised but as you looked around you couldn't do anything else but gape with your mouth wide open.

"Better close yer mouth before I fuck it." Harry said as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You snapped your mouth closed as his lips touched the sensitive spot on your neck that he was becoming overly familiar with over the last few weeks. A shiver went through you and you knew he could tell he was getting to you by the smile forming on his perfect mouth. Sometimes you really hated him.

"Gonna bite it off if you keep it up." You said irritated he had finally started teasing you back more. You had messed up by constantly being a smartass to him. Now you were paying for it.

"I bite back." He gave you a small nip on your neck. You let out a squeak, turning around and pushing him back, causing him to laugh. He took your hands you had on his chest and held them tightly pulling you back into his chest.

"'M sorry. Couldn't help myself." He said through laughter but you pulled away from him. Quickly walking down the hallway without him following you.

"I'm going to call Sarah to let her know that you're an ass." You shook your head as you made your way into what you assumed was his bedroom.

You plopped down on your stomach on his bed that felt like a cloud. Your head resting on your hand as you shot Sarah a text that said you weren't going to be home til tomorrow morning. Which resulted in you getting a text with a string of very suggestive emojis as a reply. You rolled your eyes as you closed your message app and set your alarm for the next morning. The last thing you wanted to do was have Thea worrying about you not being home when she woke up in the morning.

"Could get used to this." Harry said from the doorway to the room. His arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame. He looked so content and happy in this moment that it almost took your breath away.

"Which part?" You asked as, sat up on your knees at the end of the bed, tucking your hair behind your ear, nervous about what he might say. He had a way of making you so comfortable at times and so on edge at others.

His brows furrowed as he thought over your question. Your hands fiddled together in your lap as you nervously chewed on your bottom lip. He went from carefree to guarded so quickly you weren't sure what he was about to say, not sure if you wanted to hear it.

It wasn't a second later and he was walking across the beautiful hardwood floors so gracefully you didn't understand how he could be a real person. His fingers laced through your hair as he pulled your face closer to his. His eyes locked onto your briefly then slowly scanning your face like he was studying you before silk soft lips connecting with yours. You could feel your anxiety dissipate as you held onto his forearms to keep yourself balanced.

Your heart already beating like crazy as you leaned taller on your knees, putting all your emotions you couldn't say yet into the kiss but he pulled away before you could deepen the it yet again and you would have been bitching about it if the words that came out of his mouth didn't almost stop your heart.

"All of it." He whispered softly. Your grip on his arms tightened. Your mind taking you back to the last time you were in a bedroom with him, confessing your feelings. The moment felt so breakable just like the last time. You could hear both of your shallow breathing as he took his time to explain what he meant. His fingers lacing tighter in your hair, gripping like he'd never let you go.

"You. Thea. Being with you two." He sucked in a deep breath. His forehead still resting against yours but his eyes were closed. You could feel his nervousness radiating off him. His whole body seemed to tense up the more honest he was with his feelings. His brows pulled close together like he was debating over his next words so carefully.

"You guys make me happy." He sighed as your hands rubbed his forearms reassuringly. His body instantly relaxing from your soft touch. The quiet wrapped around both of you as took him all in. Your forehead still pressed up against his and you wished he could hear all the thoughts you had running through your mind, too nervous about getting hurt again to say any of it out loud.

His soft brown curls brushed against your forehead as he took in deep calming breaths. His eyes still closed as your hand came up to rest on his cheek. Your thumb grazing against the rough stubble that was growing there. You wanted him to not worry about opening up to you but your heart and brain were fighting a war. You wanted him but you wanted to protect yourself from getting hurt ever again.

The turmoil inside your own mind quieted when he opened his usually bright green eyes. You could see a million emotions floating in them. You could look into those endless beautiful eyes for the rest of your life and be content.

"You make us happy too." You let a soft sigh escape your lips when you pushed them back against his. You relaxed into him. Your mind finally stopping the madness of fighting off your emotions when his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to him.

Large hands pressed against your back, holding you so close you felt like you were seconds away from being absorbed completely by him. He everywhere around enveloped you. His tongue invading your mouth, his smell flooding your senses, hands rubbing and grabbing every part of you he could get a hold of.

Your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers running through his hair, holding onto the last bit of sanity you had.

"Need you." He breathed out, arms tightening around you. All you could do was nod, your ability to speak leaving you as your desire to be his took over.

He didn't need you words, his hands slowly running under your shirt and pulling it over you and off your body. Your lips only disconnecting for seconds before they were back together, there was no fighting for power this time. Your mind blanking as you ran on pure adrenaline and your growing need for him.

His knees came up on to the edge of the bed forcing you to move backwards. Trying your best to not fall over as his demanding hands were snapping your bra off you. You shrugged the beautiful red lace bra off your shoulders trying your best to throw it off the bed while still kissing him.

"Off." You demanded greedily pulling at the bottom of the shirts you loved see him in that were now in your way.

"Always so demanding." He smiled, taking off his cute sweater vest. His fingers unbuttoning each button on his shirt at an ungodly slow pace. Your eyes lingered on his hands as they took their time. His eyes never leaving the sight of you watching him so carefully. His chest rising from his slow deep breaths when his shirt finally hit the bed.

Your eyes moving over his tattoos on his stomach up to his chest and eventually back to his eyes. They were so blown with lust you almost couldn't see the green in them anymore. Gone was the softness in them, replaced with his need to have you.

You quickly made your way off the bed. Harry's brows furrowing from your sudden change in pace, turning to watch as you slipped your jeans down your legs. His eyes following them all the way down to the floor.

"Gonna sit there and look at me or you gonna lay down?" Your cocky smile across your face from his obvious staring.

He rolled his eyes but didn't say anything as he laid down, curious to see what you were going to do next. His back against the bed, resting on his elbows as he watched you crawl back onto the bed. Sitting yourself so perfectly over him. A leg on either side of his hips.

Your hands resting on his chest as you leaned down to kiss him. Your lips moving in perfect rhythm with each others like you'd been doing this for years not a few weeks. His hands on your back pulling your chest into his, the feel of his bare skin against your fueled the fire already burning in you.

You gave yourself time to enjoy kissing him the way you've been wanting to all night. Your tongue eagerly followed his every move, letting him lead the kiss the way he wanted to. Your legs tightening around his waist when he started shallow thrust of his hips, desperately trying to get any relief he could. You could feel his rock hard bulge against your now drenched underwear and a part of you was proud of yourself for holding out this long. Your mind running with all the things you wanted to do with him.

Your lips parted from his, making your way down his jaw, his neck, his chest, hitting every one of his sweet spots you'd found over the last few weeks along the way. His hands gripped tightly onto the yellow comforter the lower you went. Your hot breath fanning out, soft lips dragging over his skin every time you moved slightly to the next spot you wanted to leave a small kiss. Your thin fingers pulling down his zipper made him let out a breath, hands running through his hair. The corner of your mouth tugging up in a triumphant smile, the effect you had on him filling you with confidence.

You lifted your head up, looking him in his lust filled eyes as you took his pants and boxers down his legs, just enough to free his throbbing erection from it's tight confinement. A smirk on your lips as you caught sight of his chest heaving in deep breaths. Hands in his hair trying desperately to keep a grip on himself as your tongue ran along his hard member from his base all the way to his tip. Giving small kitten licks around his red pulsing tip. His erection twitching in your hand after every slight flick of your tongue. His eyes burning into yours when you finally took him fully into your mouth, slow, deliberate… teasing.

You only made it half way down him when he thrusted up into your mouth. You gagged around him causing a deep moan to come from him.

"Shit, sorry puppy." His hands wrapping in your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. His hands trying their best to not guide your movement, not that you would have minded if they did.

Your eyes didn't leave his as your hand took the part of him that wouldn't fit fully in your mouth. Harry's head laid back against the pillows, hands tightening to the point you started to get concerned when you hollowed your cheeks, your hand twisting slightly as you ran it up and down him, picking up your speed.

He was hot and heavy in your mouth. A distinct taste that was fully him filled you as you continued to push yourself to your limit. Deciding to remove your hand and try your best to take him all the way in now that you were a little more prepared for it.

His head instantly lifted off the pillow when you pulled your hand off him, giving the hand resting in your hair a slight push, trying to let him know you wanted him to take over. He must have gotten the hint cause a deep guttural groan vibrated through him.

His hand instantly shoved you fully down on him, hips bucking up into your mouth. You gagged only slightly greatly misjudging how much he was about to ruin your throat.

Your watering eyes never left him as he continued to move you how he wanted. His head thrown back as he fucked your throat relentlessly. Your beautiful red lace underwear drenched with your arousal, legs clenched tight together, hoping to get some sort of relief from the aching between your legs.

"Fuck." He pulled you off him so suddenly you were almost scared you had used too much teeth but as your chest heaved in deep breaths of much needed air you saw that same predatory look in his eyes that you saw the last time you were alone with him.

Your legs pressed together, a whimper coming from you. You needed him so badly you weren't even aware of him pulling you in for a kiss until his lips touched yours again. It was all tongues and clashing teeth. Gone was your perfect in sync movements, replaced with a fiery need for each other.

"Harry." You moaned out, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. The ever growing ache between your legs was unbearable. You needed him to do something about it. Your pleading eyes, meeting his again as he laid you down.

"I know baby." He said through the kisses he trailed down your neck. He didn't spend long teasing your weak spots before he settled in between your legs. His eyes wide as he took you all in, your underwear complete soaked through. In any other moment you might have been slightly embarrassed but you needed him so bad you didn't care. Your hands quickly going down and taking your own underwear off. Throwing them against a wall.

"Eager little thing." Harry mused as you put your legs back on the bed. One on either side of his face, bent slightly. Your whole body feeling like it was on fire from the desire burning through your veins. You didn't think seeing him get so lost in you would do this to you but now you needed him.

"Please." You begged, voice hoarse and ragged from the earlier abuse. You tried your best to hold onto the shred of decency you had left but your hips moved closer to his face almost against your will.

You could have cried when his fingers finally ran up your slit. A loud uncontainable moan ripped from your lungs, throat burning from the volume, head thrown back already choking for air.

"So pretty." Harry mumbled more to himself than you. You pulled yourself up to rest on your elbows, fingers desperately digging into the bedding. Your whole body tense from anticipation as he slightly pulled your lower lips apart, his hot breath hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves causing you to whimper in need.

"Gonna keep yer eyes on me puppy?" He asked, mouth so close to where you wanted him you're pretty sure he could have gotten you to agree to just about anything. Your head nodding so fast it made a small smirk come to his lips. He didn't seem to mind your lack of talking tonight, his warm tongue finally, finally, pushing out past his lips. Laying flat against your slit as he licked you in a way you'd never felt before.

You started to regret saying you'd keep your eyes on him as his tongue drew skilled patterns directly on your bundle of nerves. Your eyes momentarily shutting with your moan when he sucked lightly on your engorged clit. Your head getting lost in that fuzzy wonderful headspace but you were ripped out of it by the harsh slap on the inside of your leg. Making you yelp eyes narrowing down to Harry, wondering what you did.

"Eyes. On. Me." He said each word with such a finalized tone of voice you couldn't argue with him if you wanted to. You loved when he got into this mode. His usually sweet demeanor replaced with one with such authority it made your legs try to clench together, but Harry stopped them hands firmly pressed to the insides of both your legs.

"Be a good girl pup and I'll take good care of ya, yeh?" All you could do was nod in agreement. A soft laugh coming from him at your blatant craving from him. You wanted to tell him to go fuck himself if he was going to be like that but all desire to tell him off left your mind the second his mouth was back on you.

You didn't have to hold back on your moans this time. Which you were thankful for since his tongue was driving you crazy. Your arms shaking from how much you were struggling to stay propped up on them, fighting against every fiber of yourself that wanted to close your eyes in pleasure.

A sharp squeak ripped from you when he pushed both your legs to your chest, holding both of them in place with his large hands around the back of your thighs. Fingers digging so harshly into your silk skin you knew there was no way you wouldn't have bruises there tomorrow.

Your eyes widened as he moved to sit up on his knees, mouth still attached to your core. Everytime you ended up underneath him he never ceased to blow your mind with how well he could tell what you needed. His forearm rested across the back of both your thighs as his now free hand went to your drenched folds. His two fingers pushing into you.

He hummed against your clit as you were suddenly so close to your release. His marksman worthy digits hitting your sweet spot almost instantly. You were sure you wouldn't be able to keep your eyes open in a few moments. Your eyelids growing heavy with pleasure as he continued to thrust his fingers hitting exactly where you needed them every time.

A whine coming from you when he pulled away from you. So close to your much needed high that you saw it all crashing down around you.

"Harry." you panted out through shallow breaths. You couldn't believe he left you hanging like that, you needed him so bad you swore you were a second away from actually going crazy.

"Please, I'll be good." You whined out. So damn desperate you even surprised yourself. The smile that came across his face at your words was infuriating.

"Been so good pup but I need to be inside you before I explode on my bed like some teenager." You wanted to laugh but your current situation dripping onto his bed was stopping you from joking around. You needed him to shut up and fuck you.

"Ass up." He demanded letting your legs go so you scurry into the position he wanted you in. Your heart rate picked up the second his hand came to the back of your head and pushed up down into the pillows. His stomach laying across your back as he leaned down to your ear.

"Need ya like this, baby." He whispered into your ear, your body tensing up just at the sheer thought of what he was about to do. A shiver ran down your spine as his hands smoothed over the soft skin of your ass, taking his time. Soaking in the sight of you completely dripping and ready for him.

"Been wantin' ya like this since I saw ya prancing 'round in that fuckin' dress at Mitch's." A sharp slap on your ass made you jolt forward, moaning at the feeling of your tingling skin being soothed by warm hand.

Your core clenched around nothing as you felt him guide the tip of his erection against your bundle of nerves. You weren't sure how much more teasing you could put up with. You whined shifted backwards into him, needing him so badly it was all you could think about. Your mind blank on anything else but your desire for him.

He pushed into your warm slick channel, your walls instantly clamping down on him, pulling him in. Your face pushed deeper into the pillow at the feeling of finally getting what you need. Your moans hung in the air around you two as he slowly pulled out only to slam back into you.

"Fuck." You heard him from behind you a groan coming from deep in his chest as his hands smoothed over each of your ass cheeks slowly spreading you apart to get a better view of himself thrusting deep into you.

Another stinging slap on your ass followed by his hips snapping against yours again harshly had your face almost completely buried by the pillow. Hands wrapped tightly around it, holding on for life as you felt your mind grow fuzzy again. Your eyes closed soaking in the absolute pleasure of being so full of him. You couldn't hold back the moans pouring out of you even if you tried, the pillow muffling half of them.

"Need to hear you, pup." His arm wrapping around your shoulders bringing your back up to his chest. His lips at the crock of your neck while your hands cling to his forearm. Your nails digging into his flesh as he relentlessly pounded into you. You swore you were loosing feeling in your face and your voice was almost gone at this point. Your legs felt like they were going jello, about to collapse any second as your walls clenched around him again. You were so close you could feel the tears starting to well in your eyes.

"Close baby?" He whispered so softly it was a complete contradiction to what he was doing to you. His speed never slowly down. You felt like he was trying to fuck your soul out of your body.

All you could do was nod, head thrown back on his shoulder with a whine, hands still gripped onto his arm that was around you.

Your whole body tensing with the force of the orgasm building in you. You couldn't hold out any longer even if you tried. Your chest heaving in deep breaths you desperately needed. Feeling like you could actually pass out from pleasure when his fingers went to work circles around your clit.

"Harry!" You moaned out as your high hit you. Toes curling, nails dragging down his arm as you felt the strongest orgasm you'd ever had in your life. Your slick running down the both your legs only seemed to fuel his desire for you. His hips rolling against yours in short motions.

Your body slacked in his arms as your high dissipated. Your body would have fallen to the bed if it wasn't for his arm around your shoulders keeping you upright with him. Your face felt as numb as your mind when you slumped in his arms.

Harry moaned out your name as he finally stilled inside of you. The warmth of his release filling you.

He held you close for a few seconds breathing in deep calming breaths before laying you down on the bed, being sure to brush your hair out of your face before he pulled out of you. He rolled over on the bed directly beside, the bed bouncing slightly as he landed on it.

"Holy shit." He sighed out, his arm resting on his forehead, looking as fucked out as you felt. The throbbing between your legs replaced with a delicious soreness. Your whole body felt light still, your mind still buzzing from your release.

"Y'ruined my sheets." He laughed at you hiding your face in embarrassment, whining at the fact he had brought that up. You could feel your face burning, ears turning red. You'd never done that before and as good as it felt you weren't used to it.

"Shut up." You groaned, face nuzzling deeper into the pillow. Your arms clinging onto it when he pulled your body into his. Cuddling up to your back. Both your chest rising and falling in sync together as his hand ran up and down your side, shiver going down your spine at the feeling.

You both were too exhausted to do anything other than lay there. Taking in the feeling of being wrapped up together. You felt your eyes start to drift shut, growing heavy from your exhaustion.

"Y'should be mine." He heard is soft voice speak from behind you, his nose nuzzled in your hair. Your brain still foggy with exhaustion, body still limp.

"Hmm?" You asked, not moving from your spot, too tired to do much of anything.

"Y'should be mine." He said again his lips pressing lightly to your shoulder. Lingering there as a smile broke across your face.

"Already am." You sighed using the rest of your strength to turn around to look at him. His eyes burning into yours as you smiled at him. Your hand resting on his chest, thumb tracing lightly over the tattoos there.

You honestly thought you were so transparent to him. Your heart was already his, he just had to say it. Admit that he wanted this too. You were already there, ready to give up fighting your feelings for him.

"Then 'm yours."

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