#But this and Bishop being made into a good guy are not among them

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Dumb question: Am I the only one who is genuinely dissatisfied that Stockman got a happy ending thanks to Fast Forward?

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KATE BISHOP x READER

SEX EDUCATION (PART 2)

A/N: HELLO HELLO HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! GUESS WHO'S BACK?!

You don't even know how sorry I am for disappearing all these months! I got so busy because of college and I had very little time to proofread my stories. I luckily had some little time to write but I never found some time to proofread my works and post them. BUT now I found it and I promise I will try to post more regularly when I can. I almost finished with college, so these months will be a bit crazier but I will do everything I can to post for you guys! I have a few more chapters ready that just need to be proofread so as soon as they are proofread I will post them, I promise!

Anyway, I missed you guys! How are you all?

As always, I want to thank you guys for your patience and your love you showed me everyday. It warmed my heart! ❤️

I am sending you guys so so so much love ❤️.

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Summary: we see a few more shenanigans from Y/N and Kate. They got to tell their friends the news and discuss what happened between them.

Warnings: do I really need to say it? SMUT!

Word count: 1500 words.

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"Do you want to go first?" Y/N asked with a wide grin after she retrieved Kate’s phone from her pocket and crawled back on the mattress on top of her, straddling her thighs and humming loudly when the archer sat up and circled her hips with her arms as she hugged her closer.

"Hm, if you want me to go first then yes. I really want to make you come again." Kate murmured seductively on Y/N’s lips before pulling her into a languid, slow kiss, hugging her torso to flush their bodies closer together when Y/N wrapped her own arms around her neck and sighed contentedly into the kiss.

"Not as much as I want to make you come again. Fuck, you looked even more beautiful while you let yourself go onto my fingers." Y/N declared after they pulled away to take some needed breath and started to pepper a trail of sweet, gentle kisses from Kate’s left cheek down her defined jaw to nibble the skin there softly and eliciting a small whine from the archer, smiling in satisfaction for pulling from Kate that breathy, heavenly sound.

"I must admit, you are really good. I honestly never had such good sex." Kate admitted shyly after whining gently under her breath again when Y/N scraped her teeth right under her jaw before moving back up onto her lips to peck them sweetly.

"Really?" Y/N asked in disbelief as she widened her eyes comically, butterflies erupting into her stomach at the archer’s admission. Her statement set aflame her whole body as the embers already burning into the pit of her stomach blazed wildly. She felt pride swell deep into her chest for something that was not taken for granted, especially when you had had very few relationships and too much meaningless sex where you did not care about what or how the other felt, caring about just your own release, to consider yourself good. Even if they had been driven by lust and desire they made love among sex, they let their bodies do the talk and say something they had yet to confess out loud. So Y/N was proud, proud for being the best sex Kate had ever had. "I-I don’t know what to say. I know practice makes perfect but with sex it’s not taken for granted. A lot of people lacks in sex skills and I am also a bit self-conscious about my sex skills."

"Oh please, if that was you being self-conscious, I don’t know what you being confident about your sex skills looks like!" Kate stated with a shocked tone, her face showing her disbelief at Y/N’s admission as she hugged Y/N closer while her hands caressed her naked back tenderly, "you truly are amazing in bed Y/N/N. Trust me, I’ve had had a lot of sex and one night stands in the past, but none of those girls were good, not as much as you were with me!"

"Stop! You’re making me blush!"

"Well, that’s good too! You look adorable when you blush!" Kate smiled widely at Y/N before leaning down and kissing her slowly, one of her hands skidding up and combing into her scalp to push her more into the kiss when her tongue licked the seam of Y/N’s lips and asked for entrance, Y/N granting it a second later, and both moaned lowly into their mouths when their tongues met halfway to slid over each other greedily.

"Anyway, I had my own fair share of sex, but a lot of it was meaningless sex to just let some steam off and block everything else for a bit. With you it’s just different Kate. I don’t want just sex with you. I want a relationship with you, I want to take you out on cute dates to see your beautiful smile directed at me, I want to make you laugh just to hear that heavenly sound, I want to worship your body the way it should be worshipped, I want to kiss you out of nowhere just because I can. I want to have random banters, especially the ones we initiate after a sparring match with you loosing miserably against me, that would then culminate in meaningful and amazing sex. I just want everything with you. Of course, if that’s what you want too."

Kate felt tears prickle behind her ocean blue eyes at Y/N’s wonderful speech as she tried to get rid of the sudden emotional lump that formed in her throat while staring intently into Y/N’s Y/E/C irises full of love and affection to reply to her words, "I- I want that too Y/N/N. Fuck, you don’t even know how many times I’ve imagined you saying those things to me. I don’t want meaningless sex either Y/N/N. You are not an one night stand, you are so fucking special to me babe. I want to make love to you after an amazing date you planned, I want to steal kisses while I watch you cook us dinner for a cozy date at my apartment. I want to cuddle every night in our bed as we watch trash TV and laugh our assess off. I want to impress you with my non-existent cooking skills just to order pizza and see you laugh and smile at my goofiness. I just- want you. All of you."

Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears at Kate’s heartfelt speech as she smiled tenderly down at her, leaning into Kate’s hand when she lifted one up to wipe away a stray tear that left her right eye with her thumb and then turning her head around to lay a soft kiss on the palm of her hand, "make love to me?"

"Oh y-yeah." Kate stuttered out as she widened her eyes comically at her slip up, "too soon?" Kate asked as she bit on her bottom lip worriedly, making Y/N feel the need to replace the archer’s teeth with her own as she eyed her lips needily, but stayed put to keep their serious conversation going and to answer Kate’s question asked in a shy tone first.

"No, because I’ve come to terms I’ve been in love with you for three months now." Y/N admitted shyly as an hard blush settled on her cheeks, ears and neck, making Kate’s heart swell three sizes at that cute sight and at her admission and revelation.

"Are you serious? Holy shit!" Kate hid her smiling face in the crook of Y/N’s neck when she hugged her tightly, her stomach flipping over itself when Y/N laid a gentle, sweet peck on top of her head, "I love you."

"Shit, I love you so much Kate."

"I’ve been dreaming about you saying I love you back for about a month or so, since I’ve realized my crush for you became so much more." Kate nuzzled their noses together before laying a gentle kiss on Y/N’s mouth, feeling her smile broaden and mirroring her with her own grin. "I have a question for you."

"I’m all ears."

"I’ve been racking my brain all day trying to find the right words to ask you this without risking you finding out about my feelings about you but- were you talking about me this morning?"

"You mean when I was telling Roy about finding your one and only?" Y/N asked rhetorically, her smile widening when Kate nodded shyly with her bottom lip trapped her under her teeth, "yes. Because you are."

"A-am I? Me?"

"Yes. I’ve been in love before. But not like this. Kate, you swept me off my feet the second we met!"

"I punched you in the face if I remember correctly."

"Exactly!" Y/N reveled in the soft giggle that left Kate’s lips for a few seconds with a dumb smile before continuing, "anyway, I am serious. You only punched me in the face because you thought I was a goon coming at you. When you profusely apologized and helped me up, I felt like the world stopped moving for a long moment when our eyes met. The only thing existing was you and me."

"I remember thinking I was an idiot for punching a pretty girl then chastised myself for crushing on a teammate."

Y/N chuckled at Kate’s goofy self and shook her head, "the more time I spent with you, the more infatuated I felt by you. When I realized I was in love with you, I felt everything falling into place. I’ve never felt something so strong about anyone."

"Babe, your amazing speeches are completely outshining mines!" Y/N giggled as she pecked Kate’s lips repeatedly in fake apology, "I guess I can only say I love you to match your words. Like I said I had a lot of meaningless sex. I had a few relationships, but like I told you about my last ex, they were just for good sex and feeling good for a bit. I loved a few people I was with, but when I met you and when then later on I realized I was in love with you, I also realized I’ve never loved anyone as I love you. I only loved a few people, but I fell in love with just one. You."

"Fuck, and you call my words amazing? Have you heard yourself?" Y/N swallowed Kate’s laugh at her words when she leaned over and wrapped her lips around hers, both basking in the loving bubble that formed around them and letting happiness fill their bodies as the world just stopped for them to just exist together in that moment.

"Y/N/N." Kate breathed out in ecstasy when they pulled away from the heavy kiss they just shared and leaned her head to the side to give Y/N more access to her neck as she devoured her skin.

"Are you aware of how fucking beautiful and hot you are?" Y/N breathed hotly on Kate’s neck after licking on a fresh mark she left under Kate’s jaw, then moving her lips up and onto Kate’s ones to slip her tongue into her slightly parted mouth to lick every angle of it greedily, eliciting another moan from the archer as she hugged her impossibly closer.

"Y/N/N, please." Kate whined again when Y/N bit down on her bottom lip and pulled on it slowly like she had been craving since Kate bit on her own bottom lip not too long ago during her speech before releasing it.

"Hm, we still have a bet on." Y/N reminded the black haired beauty, humming on her neck when the archer kneaded her ass eagerly, the movements making her hips roll down deliciously on Kate’s lap and increasing the already great amount of wetness that collected there.

"Hm, yeah."

"We need to establish a few rules to make the competition even." Y/N reluctantly stopped her ministrations on Kate’s neck to pull away and focus her attention on the conversation they were having, making Kate reluctantly do the same. "First thing first, we can only use our fingers. Second, we need to focus only on each other‘s pussy. We can’t fondle with each other’s boobs or ass. It needs to be like we’re working on those devices." Kate nodded in understanding, squeezing Y/N’s ass once in the process to confirm her agreement and causing the embers burning in the pit of her stomach to flare copiously, "and third- I don’t have a third point. That’s it."

"Okay. It seems understandable." Kate nodded as she looked at Y/N innocently, before letting a Cheshire Cat smile roll over her lips as she quickly switched their positions and laid Y/N down on the mattress, her hand already slotting between Y/N’s legs and teasing her wet folds, triggering a loud wail from the Y/H/C girl at the sudden but welcomed attention to her wet center.

"Fuck, that was hot."

"Hm, so ready for me." Kate noted out loud as her fingers collected as much wetness as they could before stopping her movements altogether, smiling widely when Y/N groaned in protest. "Start the stopwatch babe." Y/N blinked dumbly up at Kate for a few seconds before realization kicked in and she nodded hastily as she quickly did what Kate asked her to, before laying the phone beside her head and looked at Kate in eager anticipation, "enjoy the ride baby." Kate stared into Y/N’s eyes with fire burning wildly into her ocean blue irises as she eased a finger into Y/N’s core and watched as Y/N’s face contorted in pleasure, her mouth opening in an O shape while a deep moan left her throat at the wonderful intrusion, and licked her lips greedily. "Fuck, you look so beautiful." Kate squeezed Y/N’s left hip softly before she focused on delivering to Y/N the best pleasure she had ever experienced and added immediately a second finger, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s face as she watched her moan again and again in pleasure.

"Oh Kate!" The archer started an maddeningly slow pace, dragging her fingers all the way out before slamming them back in hard, hitting a new spot deep within Y/N after each thrust before increasing gradually her speed when Y/N started meeting her thrusts with her hips, moaning in rapture as her orgasm built fast inside her. "Yes baby! Fuck me! Fuck me good!"

A primal need of watching Y/N come all over again took over Kate, so she quickly added a third finger and increased her speed copiously, pushing her fingers in and out of Y/N’s core fast and hard, making her palm of her hand hit Y/N’s clit each time she thrusted her fingers back into her center and reveled in the loud moans leaving Y/N’s mouth as her walls clenched deliciously around her fingers. "You take me so well baby. Please spread your legs wider for me." Y/N whined under her breath at the request asked in a deep, velvety tone that sent shivers all over Y/N’s body, but complied immediately as she opened her legs widely and almost screamed out loud when Kate planted her left hand on the left side of her head and used her hips to thrust her fingers into her deeper and harder. A few moments full of intense pleasure passed, then Kate slammed her fingers particularly hard back into Y/N’s core, hitting her clit with the palm of her hand harshly in the process, and the coiling feeling into Y/N’s stomach snapped, making Y/N come undone with a low, guttural moan. As she slowed her movements to help Y/N come down from her orgasm’s high, she stopped the stopwatch and smiled proudly as she read the timing on the screen before focusing on the endearing sight of Y/N coming back to earth after a powerful orgasm. When Y/N opened her eyes and met Kate’s loving ones, the archer leaned down and left a sweet peck on Y/N’s lips before pushing her fingers out slowly, hearing Y/N groan in protest at the lack of filling in her still pulsating center. "4 minutes and 36 seconds." Kate stated proudly and chuckled when Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before realization hit her.

"Holy shit! I never came that fast!" Y/N widened her eyes in shock at Kate’s statement and moved her eyes from her face to the screen to look at the timing on the stopwatch app. "Fuck, you are amazing." Y/N grunted out before treading her fingers in Kate’s black tresses and gripping the blue eyed girl’s scalp to pull her down into an hungry kiss full of teeth and tongues as lust dusted back over them in mere seconds. Kate’s hands fondled with Y/N’s boobs, kneading the soft but firm flesh eagerly before pinching her hard nipples hard to pay some attention to them too. She stopped their kisses to moan pitifully loud into Y/N’s mouth when the girl sneaked her hand between their bodies and slipped it between her legs, teasing her clit under her pointer and middle finger before moving them down her folds and tease her entrance. "So wet for me." Y/N hummed on Kate’s lips before she moved the archer around to help her lay back on the mattress, kissing her a few more seconds as she collected her juices to lubrificate her fingers just right, then she pulled away from the kiss, much to Kate’s protests, pressed on the start button on the stopwatch app and then stared at Kate hungrily, "you ready?"

As soon as Kate nodded furiously at Y/N’s question, she eased her middle finger in and curled it immediately into Kate’s core, making the archer moan loudly at the gesture, her hips already canting up to ask for more, "please baby, fuck me." Y/N smiled at Kate’s needy plea but satisfied her request quickly by adding another finger, repeating the same gesture she did a couple of seconds prior as soon as she slipped her finger into Kate, then increased her slow pace considerably, her digits slipping in and out of Kate’s core quickly and precisely, creating wonderful squelching sounds that mixed with the filthy moans coming from Kate’s mouth and created a lewd symphony that made Y/N’s head spin out of control. "Fuck baby. Yes, like that, yes!" Y/N curled her fingers into Kate’s core again and added a third one in when she felt Kate’s walls squeeze her digits repeatedly, and grunted in fatigue as tried to push them deeper each time she slammed them back in. Kate trashed her body around as pleasure overwhelmed every cell of her body, her hips’ movements getting sloppy as her brain turned into mush when Y/N slammed particularity hard into her, causing her palm to hit her clit in an heavenly way that made her almost see stars, "don’t stop babe."

"Oh please, I didn’t plan on stopping. Not until I feel your pretty pussy coming onto my hand." Kate moaned pitifully loud at those words and felt her orgasm approach fast as she needily met Y/N’s thrust to tip over the edge as soon as possible, "are you close baby?"

"Yes! So so close. So fucking close-yes there!" Kate whined out loud at Y/N curling her fingers once more into her and gripped her shoulders hard when after an harsh thrust she hit something deep within her.

"Let me see how good you are. Come for me babe. Scream at the world how good I’m making you feel."

"Y/N/N!" Kate cried out loud a few moments later as her orgasm crashed over her hard, her body spasming uncontrollably while juices spurted out of her core and onto Y/N’s hand, who exponentially slowed her movements down to help her ride out her post-coital wave. Y/N stopped the stopwatch before peppering kisses all over Kate’s face as soft whines still left her parted lips, "hi." Kate spoke up after a few more seconds to regain her brain’s functions and smiled dumbly up at Y/N.

"Hello beautiful." Y/N kissed Kate languidly on her lips before slipping her fingers out as soon as she felt Kate’s body stop trembling and slumped back completely on the bed, feeling Kate cuddle into her a moment later her back hit the mattress. "You won."

"What?! Wait- really?" Kate jumped up from her position between Y/N’s arms and perched her body on her right arm as she sat up on the mattress and looked down at Y/N incredulously.

"Yeah, by only one second. 4 minutes and 37 seconds."

"Holy shit! Yes!" Kate smiled widely and Y/N felt happiness engulf her whole body at that wonderful sight, "but it doesn’t mean much. It was almost a tie."

"Yeah." Y/N nodded as she stared up at Kate with a wide, dumb smile.

"What?"

"I just love you so much."

"I love you just as much babe." Y/N smiled at Kate’s words and lifted her body up just a bit to meet Kate halfway to kiss her tenderly when she leaned down to peck her lips before laying down on the bed and opening her arms to let Kate cuddle into her body again as sleep took over them.

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"Good job Lory! 6 minutes and 38 seconds!" Y/N clapped alongside the class at the brunette sitting back at her desk after working on the penis device and making it reach its orgasm. "Okay next one. Hm- Jake!"

"C-can I work on both?" The young brown haired boy asked, moving a lock of his curly hair from his eyes as he sat up from his chair and made his way towards Y/N sat on the desk with both penis and vagina devices beside her.

"Of course! No need to be shy nor insecure, we are a family. Which device do you want to start with?"

"The vagina one please." The boy asked as he flushed furiously but tried to subdue his blush when his classmates tried to calm him down with noises and claps of encouragements.

"Wow." Y/N laughed heartily as she thought about the innuendo behind the boy’s words and looked up at her students, finding them staring at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain why she was laughing. Wow, did the sentence ‘care to share with the class’ literally turned on me? "I was thinking about how it sounded like he was ordering a coffee called vagina. I know I’m dumb and weird." Y/N explained and waved her hand towards the class as she chuckled under her breath and shook her head.

The whole class laughed out loud at her joke, making her smile grew ten sizes while her heart swelled in her chest. She was really starting to get attached to these kids. "If that’s the case, I want one."

"Why I’m not surprised Roy?" Y/N looked at the smug looking boy with fake annoyance fore a few, silent moments, before adding, "anyway, I would like one too thanks." Kate almost fell off her chair when Y/N subtly looked into her eyes and lifted her right eyebrow up imperceptibly, setting on fire the embers in the pit of Kate’s stomach as desire started pumping fast into her veins.

"Are there any more options?" Lyla asked beside Kate, making Y/N turn her attention to her with a big, smug grin on her features.

"Oh yes! We also have one of our most requested specials along with the vagina, the penis! I would recommend taking it with a cap on, just in case." The whole class erupted in a loud laugh at Y/N’s joke and double meaning behind it, while Kate stared at her lovingly as she tried to wrap her head around how she got so lucky with getting with Y/N in the end. They had been dating for just a few days, but Kate had never felt so happy in a such short amount of time. "Okay, let’s start!" About 30 minutes later the bell rang, making the whole class groan in frustration as the students collected their things and placed their chairs back into place, "just so you know guys, I’m the most envied teacher in the school with you guys not wanting to leave my class. And it makes me so honored."

"It’s because you are great Miss. Williams. You really care about us wanting to learn something." Bob spoke up after slinging his backpack on his shoulder and made the whole class nod in agreement.

"I will try to give a few tips to the other teachers, I promise." Y/N smiled warmly to her students and watched as they left the class, noticing how Kate was taking longer than usual in exiting the class and smirked knowingly at her. "Have a good day Miss. Anderson."

"Have a good day Miss. Williams." Kate countered back seductively since she was the only occupant of the class by now and walked by Y/N as close as she could to be still considered not suspicious before making a piece of paper fall off from her hand and onto the ground as she walked out of the classroom, winking at Y/N from her shoulder when she turned her body around just a moment before sprinting down the hallway to get to her next class. Y/N walked over the piece of paper and crouched down to retrieve it off the floor, before closing her classroom door and walked down to her desk to sit halfway on it with her left leg bent on the wooden surface and leaned on the desk as she used her right foot planted on the floor as leverage to stay still and comfortable on her half-sitting position.

I would really like to find your special ‘the vagina’ all hot and ready for me when I get home. I can’t wait to drink it. I bet it tastes amazing.

Y/N smiled brightly at the message on the piece of paper Kate left for her and felt her whole body light up with arousal as images of the night prior flooded her mind. She shivered in anticipation and with a smug smirk she walked over the door, locked it and unbuttoned her pants, pushed them down a bit alongside her panties and took a picture of her already slightly wet center from below, making sure to look directly into the camera and smirked down at her phone, before repositioning herself and taking another picture with her right now teasing her clit and her mouth open slightly in an ‘O’ shape, then taking another one with her middle and ring finger teasing her entrance and then taking one last picture with her two fingers buried inside of her, a small whine leaving her lips at the delicious intrusion in her wet core. She quickly fixed her clothes before sending those pictures to Kate, not worried about other students finding out about those pictures into Kate’s phone because Shuri created a software that made the screen show its real content only to Kate, useful especially if they had to communicate during Kate’s classes about their mission and if someone beside her wanted to take a look at the screen unbeknownst to Kate. It would show something else like a common Instagram or Twitter feed.

I am making sure our special is hot and ready for you. Do not forget to leave a review of our products. Have a good day! 💕❤️.

Y/N smirked widely as she collected her things and excited her class, heading towards the teacher’s room to gain some intel for their mission, as she imagined Kate’s reaction to those pictures with a small, subtle smirk.

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"Hey! Miss Williams!" Y/N turned her head around towards the source of the voice that called her with her fake surname and smiled when her eyes focused on half of her class sat on a table in the cafeteria, Kate sat among them, beside Lyla and Jen, and sauntered over them happily.

"Guys! I hope you are enjoying your lunch!" Y/N met Kate’s eyes for just a second, her grin broadening when she saw her slightly darker, ocean blue eyes burning wildly with lust as she eyed her hungrily but subtly to not arouse suspicion, a clear sign she had seen the pictures she sent to Kate a few hours prior, before focusing on the other guys sat around the table.

"Come sit with us!"

"Guys, do you seriously want me to switch from the most envied teacher to the most hated one? My colleagues would literally freak out when they will find out I sat with you at lunch because you guys asked me to." Y/N joked as she smiled widely when Jen, sat beside Kate, scooted to the right and made room for her and then took a seat right beside Kate, feeling the archer’s body tense visibly when their thighs and shoulders brushed together for a second before sitting a few inches away from her to not arouse suspicion and felt Kate visibly relax.

"Well you seem like one of us Miss. William. We respect you as our teacher but we also feel safe like we are with a friend. We can trust you." Monica explained after she took a bite of her salad, a round of agreeing ‘yes’ followed right after her statement, making Y/N’s heart rate speed up in happiness.

"You guys are gonna make me cry! Stop!"

"It would be so cool to have you as our accompanying teacher for our small trip!" Roy spoke up after hearing Y/N talking about her college days and made the whole table erupt in a loud agreeing commotion.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it would be like traveling with friends and not with school." Roy nodded in agreement as he watched around the table his friends nod in agreement.

"Where are you going?"

"San Francisco. We are visiting the Aquarium and the California Academy Of Sciences." Kate spoke up for the first time since Y/N sat beside her and almost jumped up from her seat when Y/N laid her hand subtly on the outer side of her thigh, the Y/H/C girl sure that her gesture would be hidden under the table.

"Oh yeah, I heard about that museum, I read it is amazing." Y/N stated out loud as she tried to act as calm as possible while she basked in Kate’s leg twitching under her touch. "Well, I don’t have anything better to do so yeah, why not?! Is any other teacher accompanying you?"

"Yeah, Mr. Wright." Kate answered Y/N’s question with an edge that only Y/N caught on and immediately stood up straighter as she understood what Kate was implying. Mr. Wright was the first suspect they added on the list of teachers, whose could have been potentially collaborating with the Principal with trafficking illegal weapons, so it was imperative for both of them to go to that trip in San Francisco. It was fortunate that the students loved Y/N that much to ask her to accompanying them on their trip, because it would have been a little bit more difficult to join them if she wasn’t allowed to do that if the vacant spot as the class’ second accompanying teacher was already taken. "Hey, Miss. Williams, I think I forgot a notebook in your class, can I come after my classes to retrieve it?" Kate asked after they all discussed a few details of their trip, making up an excuse to go see Y/N before the school ended.

"Of course Laura. I asked to have that class for a few hours after school since I have an important conference about a really interesting topic I will definitely talk about in class in a few weeks, but you can come right after my conference, that should end around the end of classes."

"Perfect! Thank you."

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"Come in!" Y/N screamed from her seating position at her desk, still typing away on her laptop as she focused on finishing the review about the intel they had gathered their first month and a half here, not looking up to see who entered the classroom. When she heard the sound of the door’s lock click around the silent room, she looked up from her laptop’s screen slightly alarmed before smiling lovingly at Kate as she sauntered towards her before sitting on her legs and wrapping her arms around her neck while Y/N’s ones circled her waist and torso. "Hello baby."

"Hi cutie." Kate smiled lovingly at Y/N before leaning down and meeting Y/N’s lips in a slow, tender kiss as they both melted into it.

"How was your day?"

"Pretty good. I got an A+ in biology. I won our race in gym class and what else? Oh yeah, I’ve been fucking dripping since this morning due to your illegal pictures you sent me!"

"Fuck, really?" Y/N’s eyes widened as they travelled from Kate’s eyes down to her crotch and licked her lips hungrily as her fingers itched to just check themselves how wet Kate actually was.

"Yeah. Babe, I was in fucking class when I saw those pictures! I almost run out of the class to hide in the bathrooms and touch myself."

"That would have been so fucking hot!" Y/N murmured seductively as she leaned over and laid her lips on Kate’s defined jaw to nibble the skin there gently and smirked proudly when the archer bucked her hips slightly after leaving a small bite right under her jaw.

"No. What was so fucking hot was you touching yourself here!" Kate gripped Y/N’s chin hard and lifted her head up, stared intently into her eyes for a brief second before clashing their lips together hungrily, her tongue not wasting any more time and forcing its way into Y/N’s mouth to lick every angle of it before sucking on Y/N’s tongue greedily, pulling a small whine from Y/N and promptly swallowing it as she grabbed one of Y/N’s hands and placed it on her left boob, Y/N starting fondling with it right away and forcing a moan out of Kate, that got hungrily swallowed by Y/N.

"Fuck babe, we can’t here." Y/N murmured out of breath after pulling away from their intense kisses and leaned their foreheads together as she sighed in frustration but never stopped her hand’s soft kneading on Kate’s boob as she basked in Kate’s soft mewls leaving her parted mouth.

"Yes we can. I don’t fucking care. I’ve been wet since I saw those pictures and I can’t wait any longer. I want you."

"We can’t risk anyone coming in here and find us fucking."

"Don’t worry, I have a few tricks too. I put an invisible device right outside the door that locks it completely. The door can’t open until we open it from the inside. It also makes the door and the walls soundproof. No one will hear us. No one will come looking for us. You have a conference and no one can disturb you, while I am in the bathroom trying to clean the ink that spurted out of my pen during class. Classes are also 50 minutes away from finishing. We have all the time in the world. I seriously need to thank Shuri for these cool gadgets."

"Wow, you really thought about everything." Y/N noted as she eyed Kate adoringly, her hand not gripping the archer’s boob caressing her back softly as she pecked her lips tenderly.

"Well yeah, I’ve been thinking about fucking you on your chair and you fucking me on your desk for the entire day! I had to come here 100% sure no one will disturb us for at least an half an hour."

"Hm." Y/N hummed in thought before smirking at Kate as her hand continued massaging her boob softly, "and tell me Bishop, what did you have in mind? Did you need a tutoring session?"

"Hm well-" Kate trailed off as she pondered on her witty comeback at their small role play, "yeah actually."

"And tell me, what topic do we need to review? What topic do you need me to explain again to you?" Y/N asked in a sultry tone as she moved her hand under Kate’s t-shirt and grasped her boob through her lacy bra, making her moan in rapture at the gesture as she let a wail herself escape her throat when she felt her nipple stand up under her palm and under the bra’s fabric at the attention it was receiving, both shuddering in desire.

"Oh." Kate moaned almost too loudly for a school environment, since they were still in school and since they were attempting on having sex in Y/N’s classroom while everyone else was still in school or in class, and bucked her hips slightly up to seek and gain some friction when Y/N pinched her nipple through and over her lacy bra’s fabric and took advantage of her slightly parted lips to slip her tongue into her mouth to lick every angle she could reach, to devour every nook and cranny of her mouth, before sucking on her tongue harshly for a few seconds then slipping her tongue out and pulling slightly away as she momentarily stopped her ministrations on her boob to let her focus on her speech, to continue talking, to keep going with her train of thoughts as she explained her idea further. Kate took deep breaths as she stared hungrily into Y/N’s almost black Y/E/C pools, both their cheeks flushed as their chests moved up and down quickly with shallow breaths before pecking her lips once more, then speaking up a bit out of breath and with her voice an octave lower than usual, shocking herself but basking in the shiver wrecking Y/N’s body at the hotness of her voice and smirked a few seconds before speaking up again with her hoarse, raspy, low tone, voice a bit strained and full of lust and desire, "I need you to explain to me a few topics we had been reviewing these last couple of days. Something you had been explaining over and over for the past few days, but I think I still need you to review them again once more, maybe a few more times."

"Okay. Well, I am all ears." Y/N smirked widely as she caught on Kate’s innuendo, knowing fully well she had been talking about all the times they had had sex during these past few days and not something she had been fake teaching in class.

"Okay, the first thing I need to ask you is-." Kate trailed off just a few seconds for good measure before speaking up again, "is it true that the most appreciated part of a woman, beside her pussy, are her boobs? Statistically talking of course."

"Yeah, according to men the most attractive part of a woman are her boobs, followed right after by her ass."

"And according to you?" Kate asked seductively as she puffed her chest up and arched her back to push her boobs more into Y/N’s face, something that made Y/N moan pitifully loud as her gaze fell down on Kate’s clothed chest and her hand still glued to her left boob, causing it to twitch on her soft, round flesh instinctively.

"According to me-." Y/N trailed off to slip her other hand under Kate’s shirt and knead the archer’s neglected boob, eliciting another moan from the black haired girl, before speaking up again, "you have the most wonderful boobs I’ve ever seen, just as beautiful as your ass."

"And if you have to choose?"

"Why choose? I like them both equally and I will spend so much time worshipping them to make you understand how gorgeous you are." Y/N answered truthfully as she squeezed Kate’s breasts hard before sneaking her right hand on her ass and kneaded her left ass cheek to prove her point.

"Fuck." Kate moaned softly on Y/N’s lips before biting her bottom lip seductively, "okay, I sadly think we should put this topic aside for now. We can’t fully undress each other because we still are in a public space and undercover." Kate got out of her role play just a moment to speak her worries aloud to Y/N, who nodded in agreement as she eyed her clothed boobs wistfully.

"I sadly need to agree. But wait till we get home and I will make you come by just worshipping and devouring your boobs." Y/N stated hungrily as she leaned over to kiss Kate passionately, her tongue immediately slipping out to lick inside Kate’s mouth, eliciting another loud moan from the archer before pulling away when air was necessary.

"Wait, could it actually happen?" Kate asked incredulously as her eyes widen in shock and lust as she tried to wrap her mind around Y/N’s statement.

"It can yeah. I’ve never done it and no one ever tried it to me, but breasts are full of nerve endings that, when stimulated, sends stimuluses towards the same part of the brain that also receives stimuluses from the clitoris and vagina. It’s a lot of hard work but if you’re willing to give it a test, I would gladly try to make you come by just touching and kissing your boobs."

"Holy fuck, I’ve never wished for school to end sooner." Kate breathed out as her brain pretty much turned into mush she tried to wrap it around this new piece of information and this new challenge they will definitely try later on. "But let’s focus on the next topic I need you to explain again to me. You said that women can get an erection too, just like men, but how is that true?"

"Well it’s partially true- what are you doing?" Y/N asked out of breath when Kate unfastened Y/N’s belt, popped open the button of her pants and pulled the zip of her pants down, all the while never breaking Y/N’s intense stare, even if the Y/H/C girl’s Y/E/C eyes wanted to skip downward and follow Kate’s hands’ movements.

"Keep going, don’t mind me." Kate requested nonchalantly as she placed her hand and on Y/N’s inner thigh, so much close to her core that her pinky finger brushed over Y/N’s crotch over her pants, making Y/N gasp in arousal.

"O-okay." Y/N took a deep, calming and grounding breath before continuing with her explanation, "like I was saying, it is partially true. Like I said in one of my first lessons, during first weeks of gestation in the womb we have both a vagina and a penis, only when our genes decides that we will be a girl or a boy, one of the two organs disappear, but not completely. In fact when our genes tells us we will be a girl, the penis withdraws till it becomes what we call clitoris. So-so holy shit Kate!" Y/N stopped her speech with a wail of pleasure when Kate unexpectedly slipped her hand into Y/N’s opened pants and past Y/N’s panties and traced her wet core teasingly, before finding purchase on her clit and rolled it under her fingers.

"Hm, yup found it. Keep going, it was getting interesting." Kate stated innocently as she smiled softly and innocently at Y/N, a stark contract from what her fingers were doing on Y/N’s cunt.

"L-like I-I was saying- shit- the clitoris is made up of-of the same spongy erectile tissue as the penis, which expands and e-engorges with blood w-when a-aroused." Y/N tried with all her might to stop from stuttering, but Kate's slow and precise strokes on her clit were making functioning properly and talking evenly a really difficult task.

"Hm yeah, I’m definitely feeling it getting slightly bigger under my fingers. Am I turning you on Miss. Y/L/N?"

"Fuck, so so much Kate. Your fingers are amazing."

"Thanks." Kate leaned over and pecked Y/N’s lips tenderly, shuddering wildly when Y/N moaned into her mouth after she pressed a bit harder on her clit before rolling it between her pointer and middle fingers. "Yeah, I think I finally understood this topic, although I need to review my notes a few times." Y/N moaned again at Kate’s innuendo and nodded furiously as she bucked her hips up to meet Kate’s wonderful ministrations. "Anyway, I have one last topic I need to ask you about."

"Fuck, c-can I wait till you go through your notes thoroughly?"

"No." Kate stated before pulling her fingers away from Y/N’s clit but resting her hand still in her pants and panties, her hand just slightly brushing over Y/N’s hot center due to the tight space, making Y/N groan in frustration before leaning her forehead on her shoulder, surrendering to Kate’s wishes. "My question is, how do you make a woman come?" Y/N lifted her head up so fast it almost made her dizzy to stare into Kate’s eyes intently before growling under her breath and clashing their mouths into a passionate kiss that made them both moan in rapture.

"As I can see, you already went ahead a few steps, so I’m just gonna help you from here. Let me just adjust myself better." Y/N scooted a bit down her chair to let her legs spread a bit wider to accommodate Kate’s fingers without hurting her hand or her wrist before meeting Kate’s eyes again as she wrapped her hand around Kate’s wrist, "now, you just ease a finger in, slowly. Like this." Kate moaned pitifully between them as she felt Y/N move the hand on her ass and wrap around her wrist before pressing on it and making the tip of her middle finger slip into her drenched core easily, "then you move it in and out steadily at first, just to build the pace to make her reach her orgasm as soon as she can."

"Okay, like this?" Kate smirked when Y/N closed her eyes and leaned her head back a bit on the headrest of her chair when she started pumping her finger in and out slowly, sending shivers all over their bodies.

"Yeah. Wait let me just- show you." Y/N quickly popped Kate’s jeans’ button open and pulled the zip down before slipping her hand previously wrapped around the archer’s wrist into her core and collected the great amount of wetness there fast before easing one finger in without restraint and matched Kate’s pace.

"Oh Y/N/N!"

"You’re doing great babe, let’s come together." Y/N stated as she attached her lips on Kate’s neck and sucked the soft skin there gently before adding a second finger and smirked on Kate’s neck when she moaned right into her ear, before letting out a whine herself when the black haired girl mirrored her gesture and added a finger into Y/N’s core, before pumping her fingers a bit faster then curling them into her core. "Fuck, babe! There!" Y/N repeated Kate’s actions into her core and reveled in the heavenly moan leaving Kate’s lips as she continued her attack on her neck.

"Baby, thereee! Fuck, fuck, fuck." Kate bucked her hips down on Y/N’s fingers as she used the palm of her hand to stimulate Y/N’s clit while curling her fingers again, both moaning simultaneously when Y/N did the same thing right after. A few minutes later of them both mirroring the other’s actions in their cores, they felt their orgasms approach fast, building each passing second and making them feel on cloud nine. "Fuck me with those amazing fingers."

"You imagined this, have you? You imagined me fucking you after my classes, trying to control yourself from screaming my name as you came so deliciously on my fingers."

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes! Babe faster please, I’m so close-AH!"

"Fuck, me too." They both doubled their efforts as they felt their orgasms almost crash over them, both tipping off the edge at the same time when they curled their fingers while pushing on the other’s clit hard simultaneously, their coiling feelings in their stomaches snapping before their cores spasmed wildly around each other’s fingers as juices left their centers and ruined their panties completely.

"That was amazing." Kate breathed out in awe a few minutes later of them panting hard into each other’s open mouths as she tried to even her breathing before reluctantly slipping her fingers out of her girlfriend’s core and pulling the zip up, buttoning her pants back before fixing her belt, "as much as I would love to do another round or cuddle after amazing sex like we had been doing the past few days, it’s better if we-oh!"

Y/N stopped Kate mid-sentence when she pulled her hand out of Kate’s core before gripping her hips hard and lifting her off her lap, quickly pushing her pants and panties down her legs, placing her onto her desk and then kneeling down in front of Kate, "I’m not done yet. I showed you how to make a woman come with fingers, now I need to show you how to make a woman come with a tongue. Don’t forget to take notes."

"Holy shit! YES!" Kate moaned again a bit too loudly as she gripped the Y/E/C girl’s Y/H/C tresses with both hands when the girl buried her face into her cunt and started lapping up at her wet folds to lick her previous orgasm off and to tease her a bit to start building her second one, switching from sliding just the tip of her tongue into her entrance to wrapping her lips around her clit and suck on it slightly repeatedly.

"Babe, I think you need to try to lower your voice. Even though Shuri’s devices are excellent, I don’t want anyone to hear you and to interrupt me while I fuck you with my tongue."

"Shit." Kate whispered under her breath this time as a shiver wrecked her body while her hips canted up on their own accord when Y/N resumed her position on her center and started her ministrations back up with licking a stripe from the bottom of Kate’s slits up to her clit, flattening her tongue on it a few seconds before repeating the gesture, licking all the way up and this time hitting Kate’s clit just right with the tip of her tongue. "Babe, you are so good, fuck." Kate whispered as she tried to moan as quietly as she could despite the intense pleasure she was experiencing, making Y/N smile lovingly at her on her folds.

"Good girl." Y/N hummed lowly into Kate’s core, making the girl shudder hard at her gesture, something that made Y/N’s grin broaden tenfold. She then laid a gentle peck on Kate’s clit, feeling it twitch under her lips at her gesture before pulling away just enough to talk without having Kate’s center in the way, meanwhile caressing the archer’s inner thigh gently, drawing small, idle circles there and triggering and eliciting a few goosebumps under her fingertips’ way, as she stared lovingly up and into Kate’s deep ocean blue eyes, staring back at her with just as much love and affection in them, "do you like it when I call you a good girl?"

"Fuck." Kate watched as the love previously present in Y/N’s Y/E/C pools got replaced by lust as she asked that question, making her body burn from arousal at her words. "Yes. Fuck, yes."

"Good to know." Y/N smirked widely at Kate before opening her mouth again to ask her next question, "is my good girl going to behave and not scream my name to prevent everyone else to know how good I am making her feel? It would be so fucking hot but also so bad for our undercover mission." Kate nodded quickly at her question as her hands twitched in Y/N’s Y/H/C tresses, a silent plea for Y/N to continue her previous ministrations. "I need words baby."

"I-I will try to not moan too loudly." Kate let out in a strained voice and whined under her breath when Y/N nodded at her with a small smile before reattaching her lips onto Kate’s clit and suckled on it hard a few more seconds. Y/N shuddered visibly at Kate moaning with a low tone when she slipped her tongue into her entrance slowly before curling it as soon as it was deep buried into her tight center, feeling her walls clench around her tongue immediately after and letting a moan out herself at the intoxicating sensation and at the wonderful taste and scent that was just Kate invading Y/N’s senses. "Oh babe, please- move." Y/N then realized she stilled her tongue’s movements as she was too wrapped up into her hazed mind and with a renewed determination to make Kate come again, into her mouth this time, and with the reminder of the very little time they have to really enjoy their activities, Y/N slipped her tongue almost all the way out before slamming it back into Kate’s center as hard as she could, while laying her thumb on Kate’s clit to increase her pleasure. Her movements were precise but rushed, since it was not the time nor the place to make love to her girlfriend and truly taking her time to enjoy it. It was just sex. Incredible, sudden sex that came out of nowhere, just out of lust. They definitely couldn’t do something like that in a school environment, especially since they were in that said school environment for an undercover mission. But they were completely driven by their lust and sexual tension that they had been stashing for too long and neither of them cared about it. They just wanted to feel the other completely up as they experienced great, rushed, semi-public sex as they made the other come. Y/N felt Kate’s hand twitch around her scalp, silently asking her for more as soft, hushed moans left her parted lips, and immediately gave her what she asked by increasing her pace as much as she could while pressing down on her clit harder before rolling it under her thumb and matching her tongue’s rhythm. She got rewarded with a maddeningly sultry moan as Kate clenched down on her scalp in rapture, while her hips canted up to meet Y/N’s tongue’s hard thrusts and her back arched in rapture, pleasure filling every cell of her body blissfully. "Fuck, fuck. Babe, so good!"

Y/N hummed in response right into her core and felt a gush of wetness leave Kate’s cunt as the vibrations of her hum travelled all over her body before curling her tongue deep into Kate’s center, feeling her walls clench impossibly hard around it, a clear sign Kate was close. So she increase her speed till she felt her jaw’s muscles sting from too much exertion, but pushed the stinging pain away and focused on making Kate come. She pinched Kate’s clit gently at the same time she curled her tongue into Kate’s core, eliciting another guttural, low groan from the archer. After a few more thrusts, Kate came with a long, breathy moan of Y/N’s name, mixed with a few profanities and gibberish. Y/N wailed needily in anticipation when the first drop of her orgasm’s juices met her tongue, then lapped up at Kate’s core eagerly as she licked her clean thoroughly. "Hello there." Y/N smiled lovingly down at Kate after pulling her mouth and fingers away from Kate’s cunt, hearing the girl’s moan of protest at the lack of intrusion, and moving up her body to be face to face with her, watching tenderly as Kate’s face was completely relaxed and slightly flushed from her recent orgasm.

"You are amazing." Kate smiled sweetly up at Y/N before pulling Y/N into a languid kiss and moaning into her mouth when her tongue slipped past her lips and tasted herself on Y/N’s own tongue. She sucked on Y/N’s tongue a bit hungrily, pulling a growl from Y/N at her needy gesture as she licked every nook and cranny of her mouth before reluctantly pulling away to take some needed breath. "I have one last question for you babe."

"Kate, we have been hiding here for too long, someone will come looking for us."

"I know, I just want to ask you this question. I know you will love it."

"Okay, shoot." Y/N sighed as she caved at Kate’s adorable pout before pulling away with confusion tinting her features when she watched Kate getting off the desk and fall onto her feet before dressing herself back, pulling her panties and pants up and then fixing her shirt slightly. "I thought you were going to ask me something." Y/N pointed out with her eyebrows furrowed, still not understanding what Kate wanted to ask her.

"I am, just let me finish fixing myself."

"Oh okay, I thought you were going to ask me something related to sex like asking me to fuck you again or something like that."

"Close, but not about me now." Y/N swallowed loudly at the predatory look flitting through Kate’s eyes as she grasped her hips, turned her around and made Y/N’s butt lay on the edge of the desk.

"Oh."

"My question is, can I bend you over this desk?"

Y/N felt her legs give out at that question as a pitiful moan left her lips, watching as Kate’s face morphed into a shit-eating grin while waiting for an answer. "I-I. Fuck, yes. Is that even a question? You could’ve just did that, holy shit!"

"I know, but consent is important. But now that I know we’re on the same page-." Kate pushed on the waistband of Y/N’s pants and moved them down her legs, watching as they pooled at her feet, before doing the same with her panties, then moving Y/N from her leaning position on the desk’s edge and turned her around, smiling adoringly at how pliant Y/N was being to her actions. She put a finger under Y/N’s chin and turned her head to the side to kiss her slowly as her other hand kneaded her ass greedily, eliciting a small moan from Y/N, promptly swallowing it as she kissed her more fervently. Another wail left Y/N’s throat when Kate’s hand moved from Y/N’s ass to her front and teased her center slightly, collecting as much of the great amount of wetness and arousal collected there as she could before pulling them away at the same time she detached her lips from Y/N’s ones, chuckling lowly when Y/N whined in protest at the lack of stimulation and kissing and tried to chase her lips down. Kate pecked her lips once more before silently pushing on Y/N’s shoulder blades and making her lean over her desk, humming as with this new position she got a great view of her dripping pussy as her ass sticked out in the air. She groped her left ass cheek gently, before laying a small slap there and shuddering wildly when Y/N moaned pitifully at her gesture, her fingers of her left hand on the edge of the desk turning white as they gripped the wooden surface in need and pleasure. They are definitely gonna have that conversation later on. "So ready for me." Kate noted in an hum as she moved her fingers down her center and slipped just the tip of her index and middle finger before slipping them away and pushing them down to tease her clit gently, watching Y/N moan into her right forearm to muffle her loud sounds. She experimentally slapped Y/N’s ass softly once again and reveled in the animalistic groan leaving Y/N’s throat as she clearly bit down on her forearm’s skin, "we are definitely talking about this-." She trailed off to lay another slap there, smiling proudly when she got rewarded with another moan from Y/N, before continuing, "but now, widen your stance a bit please." Y/N immediately did as she was told and spread her legs wider, sticking her ass up more for Kate, making her hum in appreciation as her core pulsated in need at the wonderful sight. If she wasn’t so focused on wanting to fuck Y/N bent over her desk, she would’ve slotted her own hand in her own pants and touched yourself with Y/N bent over for her, "good girl." Kate felt a gush of wetness leave Y/N’s cunt at her words whispered in a sultry, low tone and Kate smirked widely at that, "someone likes being called a good girl too."

"Kate, babe please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me. We have a short amount of time, so pleaSE mmhph-." Y/N almost screamed out loud but quickly pushed her mouth on her forearm and bit down hard on her skin to prevent the whole school to hear her when Kate immediately slipped two fingers in without notice and set an already unrelenting, maddeningly fast pace into her core.

"Ugh, your wonderful pussy is so tight." Kate grunted as she pulled her fingers out before slamming them right back in, hearing Y/N’s moans muffled and shivering at how dirty the whole situation was, "I can’t wait to stretch it beautifully." Kate stated and without warning added a third finger, feeling right after Y/N clench onto her fingers buried deep into her core. She thrusted her fingers in and out quickly, but she was not over yet. She had to do one more thing before making her fantasy coming true (no pun intended). She slipped her fingers all the way out slowly and before Y/N could protest, she slammed her fingers back in hard with the help of her hips as deep as she could as she started up a fast rhythm, making Y/N’s body rock back and forth onto the desk. "Fuck you look so beautiful like this. Bent over your desk as I drill into you. Do you want your best student to fuck you into your desk?"

"Oh, yes please, babe. Make me come so fucking hard!"

"Hm, as you wish princess." So Kate slammed back into Y/N’s pussy harder, not that much to hurt her but hard enough to almost make her see stars, before repeating her gesture but this time curling her fingers as soon as she was buried knuckle deep into her, pulling a guttural growl from Y/N.

"Yes babe, fuck me! Oh fuck there!" Kate let a moan of her own out when Y/N pushed her hips back to meet her thrusts, making her ass slam into her front hotly and quickly moved her hand from laying comfortably on the girl’s right hip to help her movements around to her front and circled her clit with her index and middle finger to increase her pleasure, "oh babe, you fuck me so goOD yes! I’m close babe! I’m so fucking close!"

"Such a good girl." Kate smirked widely when Y/N whined in response before moaning alongside Y/N when the girl tipped off the edge and spurted her juices out of her core and onto her hand. Kate slowed her fingers’ movements until she felt Y/N’s body stop trembling, slid her digits out slowly and heard Y/N groan at the lack of fullness. She miles softly at the sound and leaned over Y/N’s body to pepper kisses all over her clothed left shoulder lovingly. "How do you feel?"

"Fucking amazing babe." Y/N whimpered pitifully when Kate’s hands caressed her hips lovingly, making Kate chuckle under her breath, "I love you so much."

"I love you, Y/N/N." Kate met Y/N’s lips in a soft, tender kiss when the Y/E/C girl turned her head around to the side to kiss her, sliding their lips over each other slowly for a few moments before Y/N patted Kate’s butt gently to silently ask her to move so she could dress herself back. Y/N noticed and felt how Kate shivered at her gesture and smirked knowingly at her as she slipped her panties and pants back on.

"Well, well, well. It seems I’m not the only one liking getting slightly spanked."

"Ugh." Kate groaned childishly at Y/N’s teasing tone and felt her stomach explode with million of butterflies flying around her stomach like crazy when she giggled cutely at her reaction and at her gentle blush. "This is not the place to have this conversation."

"Babe you just drilled into me bent over my desk. I eat you out on my desk. It may not be the right place to have that conversation, but it may change since it’s not the place to fuck each other’s brain out either, but we did anyway." Kate blushed furiously but nodded in affirmation.

"Okay, you kinda have a point."

Y/N giggled softly as she bracketed Kate’s face gently and pecked Kate’s lips lovingly a few times, sharing a couple of loud, playful pecks before pulling away and nuzzling their noses together cutely as they laid their foreheads together and stared into each other’s eyes lovingly, "but we are having this conversation at our house. I don’t want you to get into trouble. I’m not done yet with you and you possibly getting detention means we will have to wait until tonight to talk and possibly put into action the subject of our conversation and it would be unfortunate."

Kate felt her whole body lit up immediately as her core got instantly even more wet (she was still trying to recover from fucking Y/N bent over for her). "Oh great! Now I have to finish my last class of the day turned on and thinking about what’s to come."

"Hopefully me, you, us both together. There are a lot of possibilities." Y/N smirked as she felt pride swell in her chest at her witty comeback and basked in Kate’s animalistic growl as a blush formed on her cheeks. "Anyway, there are only 5 minutes left. Go. I’ll see you later, my love."

"Okay, I’ll see you later at home. I love you."

"I love you babe!"

-

"No, nothing too suspicious going around the school for now. We did as you asked and blended in perfectly." Y/N stated over their secure and encrypted FaceTime with Maria, briefing her over their month and a half mission spent in the school after their dinner.

"Can you actually believe she is the most loved teacher in the school? All her students love her." Kate spoke up right after making Y/N laugh alongside Maria, watching as the brunette nodded with an unimpressed expression on her face and into her blue eyes.

"I don’t know why but I can actually believe it."

"Anyway, we just wanted to blend in completely for the rest of the month to gain as much intel as we could before taking action with stakeouts and all that shit. We have the opportunity to observe our first suspect during Kate’s trip to San Francisco. My students asked me to accompanying them alongside him, so it will be a great opportunity to maybe get into his phone and control his contacts and combos with them."

"Great! Take as much time as you need. This is an important mission and we can’t loose the opportunity to expose those assholes."

"Okay, thank you." Kate spoke up this time, feeling her heart beat loudly in her ribcage at the prospect of lay on the down-low for a little bit more, knowing Y/N felt the same as she gripped her hand gently perched on Y/N’s thigh, hid away from the camera, and Kate squeezed back.

"Well, we will FaceTime again in-."

"Okay okay, you had your time with them Maria Hill. It’s my turn now." Y/N and Kate smiled sweetly on the screen as they watched a hand yank Maria out of view then grabbing the laptop and making the camera move frantically around before it stabilizes on Yelena’s smiling face as she walked out of the room. "Yeah yeah, they will call you whenever you want."

"El, it’s rude to interrupt people." Kate smiled at her best friend and watched as she now reached a room, closed the door and sat on the bed.

"Do not worry your small brain Kate Bishop, she will be fine. I warned her she only had 15 minutes, then it was my turn."

"Ohw how cute. Yelena has a heart. She misses us Kate!" Y/N taunted with a teasing tone, smirking widely when Yelena rolled her eyes but had a small blush on her cheeks.

"Don’t make me fly over there and kick your ass Y/N Y/L/N. America is busy with the magician, Kamala is visiting her parents, Spidey boy is on a mission and I am really close in punching Cassie’s face repeatedly. She has been bugging me with trying her new creation, some kind of giant I don’t know what." Y/N, Kate and Yelena jumped up in fright when Cassie appeared right beside Yelena after going back to her normal form.

"Do you know it’s rude to speak badly about your friends when they’re not there?"

"Do you know it is rude to scare people by snooping around shrunk into something smaller than a fleck of dust?! Do you see this?! This is why I miss you guys!" Yelena looked into the camera exasperated as she pointed with her index finger to a smiling Cassie as she waved enthusiastically at them.

"Hey Cass." Y/N waved at her friend back, watching as Kate did the same, with a bright smile as them both eyed their friends bicker like always.

"I know you love me Yelena. Admit it!"

"Yeah, in your dreams. Or maybe I will when you’ll stop harassing me about trying your weird creations."

"But they’re good! Y/N and Kate tried them and they liked them a lot."

"It’s true El. You have to try her tiny burgers, they are out of this world." Y/N butted in the conversation and laughed loudly when Yelena grunted out in response as she crossed her arms childishly.

"No. Only when she will create a giant pot of mac and cheese, I will consider trying it."

"Oh great idea! Guys tonight Yelena will warm up to me, you’ll see!" Cassie smiled into the camera and winked at her friends laughing their asses off from the other side of the screen.

"Please FaceTime us when she will try it." Kate spoke up after wiping away a few tears that escaped before grasping Y/N’s hand again and entwined their fingers together, shielding them away from the camera for now. They wanted to tell their friends about them getting together, but they hadn’t figure it out yet.

"Why am I suddenly the one attacked? Stop teaming up against me!" Yelena pouted as she crossed her arms under her chest childishly once again.

"Ohw, no El. We love you." Cassie told Yelena in a sweet tone as she leaned over to hug her but Yelena stopped her with a withering glance as she leaned back and away from Cassie’s grasp.

"If you want your limbs to stay attached to your body, I recommend you to stay where you are."

"See? She loves me." Cassie whispered as she turned her head towards the camera before leaning that last bit over and hugging Yelena with her arms still crossed and with a big frown, but Y/N and Kate knew better. Yelena wouldn’t have allowed Cassie to come near her if she didn’t actually care for her. They both could clearly see the blonde visibly relax into Cassie’s embrace and smiled widely at their interaction, happy that their friends started to get along.

"So, how is my favorite couple doing?" Yelena spoke up after Cassie pulled away from her, perking up curiously when she watched the two girls look sheepishly down their laps with hard blushes adorning their cheeks. "Anything new we need to know?" Yelena pushed as a smirk appeared on her lips, before bumping Cassie’s right arm with her elbow and silently pointed to the camera with her head. As soon as the blonde turned her head to look curiously at the screen, Yelena watched delighted as Cassie mirrored her smug grin when she noticed the two girl’s shy behavior.

"Any exciting news?" Cassie pushed too as she lifted her right eyebrow up in question and reveled in the two girls still avoiding their gazes while their hard blushes intensified.

"Hm, we are going to San Francisco for a field trip!" Kate dodged the subject and answered the questions the two girls directed at them with an excited look on her face, Y/N nodding alongside her.

"I am the most loved teacher in the school and my students asked me to accompanying them, so I’m going too."

"Yeah we heard you briefing Maria about it." Cassie nodded as her smile widened some more, meeting Yelena’s amused eyes for a brief second before looking at her friends still blushing hard and avoiding answering their questions.

"Is there a reason why you are not looking at us?" Yelena pushed once again with a teasing tone, knowing the two girls, especially Kate, would cave in and spill their secret in a second.

"Okay okay! Stop looking a us like that, it burns!" Kate groaned dramatically as she covered her blushing face with her hands, immediately relaxing when a warm hand laid on her back and caressed it gently and comfortably.

"Would you like to tell them?" Y/N asked in a soft tone as she met Kate’s ocean blue eyes and smiled gently at her.

"No, you go." Kate shook her head gently and smiled up at her girlfriend before meeting Yelena’s and Cassie’s eyes through the screen and waited for Y/N to deliver the news.

"Tell us what?" Cassie asked curiously as her smug grin remained glued on her lips while her eyebrow lifted up in question, watching as Yelena crossed her arms again and looked at her friends expectantly.

"There had been a few changes during these couple of days and we wanted to tell you sooner but we were busy gaining intel and with these new changes, so it kinda slipped away and-."

"Kate Bishop you are rubbing her off too much. Get to the point Y/N."

"Right, well I guess it’s better if I just rip the bandaid off right away. Hm-." Y/N trailed off as she anxiously moved her left leg up and down before stopping her movements altogether when Kate placed her comforting hand there to relax her nerves. "We started dating a few days ago."

Y/N and Kate blushed hard once again when Cassie squealed as she sat up and down excitedly on the bed while Yelena looked at them with pride, mixed with mischief, swelling into her green eyes. "Kate Bishop, you finally found the guts to ask her out."

"I’m so happy for you guys, AH! You are so cute together, oh my god!" Cassie tapped Yelena’s arm excitedly, pulling a small smile from the former black widow as she nodded in agreement.

"So, let‘s talk about the most important topic here. Did you fuck yet?"

"YELENA!" Cassie slapped the blonde’s arm gently and widened her eyes incredulously at her friend for her question.

"What?! It’s a legit question and from their faces the answer is definitely yes. More than once."

"How the fuck did you figure it out from only a screen?!" Kate asked incredulously as her face burned as red as a tomato and groaned when the girl only chuckled pleased with her teasing.

"You forgot I was trained to detect anything from any kind of distance or device. I can see you avoiding looking at the camera, Y/N biting on her bottom lip and even if I can’t see your hands, I am pretty positive your hand is on her thigh. Oh I almost forgot, you have an hickey right here." Yelena pointed to the base of her neck near the collar of her t-shirt, "your shirt is doing a shit job at hiding it." Yelena explained her observations and smirked proudly when Kate whined in frustration as she flipped her off, while Cassie let out a ‘ooh’ and mirrored Yelena’s smirk before high-fiving her.

"Remind me why we are still friends with them?" Y/N asked Kate as she rolled her eyes at her friends’ antics and circled the black haired girl’s shoulders when she hid her blushing face into her neck before laying a soft kiss on her head.

"Ohw look at them El! They are so cute!"

"They are, I must admit it. So, wanna tell us how it happened?" The girls then started explaining the night they had their first time together and everything that happened between them, even a few juicy details since Yelena insisted on hearing them too. "Okay, wait hold on, did you seriously got together after challenging each other on fingering a fake vagina?" When the two girls nodded sheepishly, the blonde let out a loud laugh as she leaned her head back and clapped her hands in amusement, "oh my God this is amazing. Can I see the fake vagina?"

"Why are you always so eager with this things?" Y/N groaned as Kate sat up and walked towards the drawer to retrieve the device.

"Because it makes you two uncomfortable and it is a great view to witness." Kate scoffed out loud before sitting back beside Y/N and lifting the device up to the camera to make the other two girls see it perfectly. "Ah here it is!"

"Oh shit it looks so real." Cassie butted in as she leaned closer to the laptop screen to take a better look as she widened her eyes comically.

"Thank Shuri for that. She was the one who created them."

"Hold on. Them?" Cassie asked confusedly as she leaned back and sat comfortably back on the bed.

"Yeah, since it was for my class, Shuri created a fake vagina and a fake penis for an interactive class."

"Shit, I want to see it too now!" Yelena clapped her hands in amusement as she laughed loudly when Kate returned with the other device and wiped a few tears that escaped her eyes, "Cassie, we are going to Maria Hill later and ask her to join Y/N and Kate Bishop on their mission."

"Even if I hated high school, I’m willing to deal with it all over again to witness Y/N talking about vaginas in front of a class."

"She is shockingly good as a teacher. Everyone loves her."

"They just love me because I do what every other teacher does not, treat those kids as humans." Y/N shrugged nonchalantly as she smiled down at Kate when she leaned her head on her shoulder and cuddled into her tenderly, Y/N circling her arm around Kate’s shoulders and pushed her more into her body.

"Ohw, Y/N/N! I wish I had a teacher like you in high school, I would have loved spend time in your class."

"So, another serious question. Did you already fuck in Y/N’s class during school hours?" Yelena asked after a few seconds and smirked widely as she had her answer right away when both girls blushed furiously before answering honestly and retelling what happened that morning.

-

"Alright guys! Line up so we can make sure everyone is here. I’m also going to fish you guys’ names to choose your roommate for this trip." Y/N made all the students line up beside the school bus and handed Mr. Wright the guys’ box with the guys’ names in it so he could pair them up and smirked inwardly as she eyed the girls’ box in her hands where she created an invisible compartment where put Kate’s fake name in it. She knew one girl in their group won’t have a roommate since the girl’s number was uneven, so they both thought about a stratagem to casually make Kate share her room with Y/N. Not only to go on with their mission without arousing suspect, but also to have their fare share of fun while being on a school trip. "Oh no, Anderson, it seems like you don’t have a roommate. You are the last name in it."

"Yes! I’m getting a single room!" Kate faked being enthusiastic for not having to share a room, eliciting a few groans for her classmates and giggled at them in apology.

"Oh no, it’s against the rules. Every student has to have a roommate since you’re underage." Mr. Wright butted in unexpectedly before Y/N could say the same thing, so she just nodded in agreement and clapped her hands together.

"She can stay with me." Y/N spoke up after staying silent for a while, making it seem like she was thinking about a solution when in fact she was just checking Kate out. She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a worn out black t-shirt and her signature boots, her hair down flawlessly in soft curls and light make up that still highlighted her wonderful ocean blue eyes, knocking Y/N’s breath away at how effortlessly beautiful Kate was. "I know, sharing a room with a teacher." Y/N made a disgusted face and sound, making everyone, including Kate, laugh, before speaking up again, continuing with Kate’s and her plan, "but it’s the only way you can come with us.".

"I mean, I don’t have a problem sharing a room with you Miss. Williams. I really want to go see the aquarium!" Kate replied with a convincing innocent voice and smiled shyly at Y/N to sell their lie better.

"Then it’s settled. Let’s go in now, we don’t want to be late."

Y/N rolled her eyes when Mr. Wright entered the bus without waiting for all their students to go in and made the whole class laugh at her gesture, "that’s one of the reasons I’m gay. Guys don’t ever become like him, okay?"

The whole class laughed again as the girls clapped their hands in agreement while the boys nodded as they assured her in choir they won’t become like Mr. Wright. "Damn Anderson, you are so lucky! You are going to share a room with the coolest person in our school!" Y/N heard Roy comment as he waited his turn to go into the bus and his classmates let out sounds of agreement, making Y/N chuckle under her breath.

"Oh, am I really the coolest person in our school? A few days ago I was just ‘the coolest teacher in our school’."

"We upgraded it after you stood up for Jen when that asshole tried to steal her homework."

"Language. And it was really my pleasure, that asshole deserved being expelled."

"Language Miss. Williams." The whole class told her in choir making her laugh heartily as she leaned her head back.

"I can swear whenever and how much I want guys. I’m an adult. Let’s go now, before Mr. Wright goes behind the wheel and leaves without us."

The whole class laughed at her joke and one by one entered the bus, leaving a few row of seats to distance themselves from Mr. Wright sat on the front row on the left side and already snoring loudly and asked Y/N to join them to talk during their trip to San Francisco. "Okay Miss. Williams the next question is for you."

"Okay, I’m ready."

"Have you ever had a crush on one of your teachers?" Roy asked smugly as he winked at her dramatically, making Y/N laugh alongside the whole class at his joke. Kate however was laser focused on Y/N’s answer wanting to know what Y/N will answer to that question.

"Still trying to sweep me off my feet Miller?" Y/N asked quizzically as she stared Roy down with an unimpressed eyebrow arched up before answering as truthfully as she could, "but to answer your question, yes." The whole class erupted in loud whistles as Y/N chuckled loudly and tried to calm them down to elaborate her answer, meeting Kate’s eyes for a brief second, finding curiosity shining in them, smirking imperceptibly up at her before speaking up again, "anyway, it wasn’t an high school teacher or a college professor. It was my archery teacher when I took archery lessons." Y/N wanted to meet Kate’s widened eyes seductively as she answered Roy’s question as truthfully as she could since she was actually talking about Kate. Even though she never took proper archery lessons, Kate had taught a few things about archery to her and it was true that she was attracted to Kate, so much so it was almost embarrassing. "She is just a few years older than me and she is so beautiful. I found myself most times than I care to admit mesmerized by her explanations. She had to pull me out of my head every time she talked so passionately about archery."

"Have you ever made a move on her?" Jen asked when Y/N trailed off to sigh and smile dumbly up in the air and smiled back at her at Y/N’s mesmerized expression.

"No, of course not! She was way out of my league. And even if I had tried to ask her out, I would’ve passed out in front of her from too much anxiety."

Kate chuckled alongside her classmates at Y/N’s answer and looked at her lovingly when she met her eyes quickly once again, her stomach flipping over itself at the fact they finally worked their fears out and started dating. Y/N made her so fucking happy Kate didn’t know it was possible and she fell even more in love with her every single day passing. "Anderson you’re next. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done to get your crush’s attention?"

"Wow way to humiliate me and my badass reputation Jen!" Kate joked with a fake annoyed tone, making her classmate laugh as she grimaced in apology. "Anyway, let me think, hm- oh yeah! Back in Boston I had an huge crush on my martial art classmate. She is the best of the class and every time we had to pair up to spar I made sure I was always the one that was paired up with her."

"Lame Anderson. I bet you lost every time against her."

"I actually did, Kim. But, was winning against her really important when I always found myself pinned on the ground with her on top of me as she pressed her whole body on my own to make me stay put?" Kate asked rhetorically as she smirked knowingly and wiggled her eyebrows sultrily, making the whole class whistle at her and clap at her amazing idea. She took advantage of the class being distracted on commenting her rhetorical question to meet Y/N’s eyes and lift a seductive eyebrow up at her, watching as she gulped visibly while fidgeting on her spot. Like Y/N did with Kate, Kate was actually talking about Y/N. "I must admit I didn’t even try to fight her sometimes to just make her pin me down with her thighs around my torso, but that’s not the point of my answer. Anyway-." Y/N clenched her thighs together when her core pulsated wildly at Kate’s admission, getting turned on in an instant as her mind replayed every time she found herself on top of Kate and also thought, like Kate did, about how sexual their positions always looked. They both felt it then. "Since I was the second most talented student and my ego needed to be protected despite my love for that girl, I had to try to at least fight back a few times with my other teammates. It once happened I had to spar with one of my teammates and everyone else had to watch us. So I thought, ‘I can prove her I’m good. That I just kept loosing with her because I was too much of a gay mess to function with her near me’. But it didn’t go as planned when I was almost ready to win the fight and I wanted to pull a move to impress her, but I accidentally slipped and fell face first on the mate, resulting me with a bleeding nose, a black eye and a swelling cheek." Kate admitted shyly as the whole class chuckled at her story, meanwhile Y/N smiled fondly as she recalled that day and at how worried she was about Kate after sparring with Yelena. "But in the end, she stayed with me in the med bay and even kissed my cheek, telling me these exact words, ‘you did amazing.‘. I think I passed out for about a moment, making the doctor think it was due to a concussion, when in fact it was her fault."

"Smooth, Anderson. Smooth." Roy leaned over and high-fived her, followed by Jen and a few other people around them, while Y/N just shook her head and laughed softly under her breath at Kate’s antics when she winked at her imperceptibly for everyone else and did the same as she smirked at her. "Next one!"

-

"Alright guys, we just need to do the check in, grab everyone’s keys and settle-."

"Oh my God Liz!" Y/N turned around when she heard a familiar voice, followed by Kate who sported the same expression before the whole class did the same as them.

"Ca-." Y/N started before a body collided with her as they hugged her hard, stopping her mid-sentence. "What the fuck is happening?"

"Liz it’s been too long!" Yelena stated with a fake American accent as she smiled widely, before Cassie approached them and hugged Y/N too. "What are the odds to meet here in San Francisco?"

"Very low, trust me." Y/N let out through gritted teeth as she forced a smile to not let her students and Mr. Wright detect something was wrong or odd. "What are you two doing here?"

"Chloe and I wanted to see the aquarium! We had been talking about it for a while and I just told her the other day, why not go and visit it?"

"Oh how nice." Y/N let out with a too sweet tone as she restrained herself from beating the shit out of both girls for pulling this shit right now.

"Yeah right? Emma just came to me the other day and said ‘pack your bags, we’re going to San Francisco!’" Cassie explained as she waved at all the students looking at them curiously, "hi!"

"Miss. Williams, are all your friends this hot?"

"Roy-" Y/N turned towards her student and pointed at him menacingly, "don’t test my limits. There are already these two idiots for that." Y/N explained as she looked at him pointedly and smiled when Jen, Kate and Paul slapped the back of Roy’s head.

"Hi guys, you must be the students Elizabeth is always talking about. I’m Emma." Yelena waved at the class and smiled at them sweetly.

"I am Chloe." Cassie did the same as Yelena and waved at the kids enthusiastically with a bright grin.

"Nice to meet you guys." The whole class spoke out loud before Y/N turned her head towards Yelena and Cassie and stared at them with a withering glare.

"When did you book your tickets for the aquarium?"

"Tomorrow at 10 a.m.!" Yelena answered Y/N’s question with a bright smile and reveled in Y/N’s eyes widening comically at her statement.

"Oh great, we are going together I guess."

[verecunda]

I'm reading Geoffrey of Monmouth's History of the Kings of Britain, and right now I'm wondering, how the hell does this guy never make it into any Arthurian/Matter of Britain retellings?:

At Hengist's treacherous stabby feast, while the Saxons are all busy murdering the unarmed British nobles:

There was present one Eldol, consul of Gloucester, who, at the sight of this treachery, took up a stake which he happened to find, and with that made his defence. Every blow he gave carried death along with it; and by breaking either the head, arms, shoulders or legs of a great many, he struck no small terror into the traitors, nor did he move from the spot before he had killed with that weapon seventy men. But being no longer able to stand his ground against such numbers, he made his escape from them, and retired to his own city.

YEAH BOI

He shows up later, when Aurelius Ambrosius comes back to Britain to wrest it from Vortigern and the Saxons. He's there when Ambrosius burns Vortigern in his tower, and later when he battles Hengist at Kaerconan:

In the meantime, Eldol, duke of Gloucester, went to the king, and said, "This one day should suffice for all the days of my life, if by good providence I could but get an opportunity to engage with Hengist; for one of us should die before we parted."

yes

Aurelius animated the Christians, Hengist the pagans; and all the time of the engagement, Eldol's chief endeavour was to encounter Hengist, but he had no opportunity for it.

Aw. :(

But wait! Later on, in the thick of battle:

Nor was Eldol less active in all parts of the field, running to and fro to assault his adversaries; but still his main endeavour was to find opportunity of encountering Hengist. As there were therefore several movements made by the parties engaged on each side, an opportunity occurred for their meeting, and briskly engaging each other. In this encounter of the two greatest champions in the field, the fire sparkled with the clashing of their arms, and every stroke in a manner produced both thunder and lightning.

AW YISS

Eldol, assured of victory, seized on the helmet of Hengist, and by main force dragged him in among the Britons, and then in transports of joy cried out with a loud voice, "God has fulfilled my desire! My brave soldiers, down, down, with your enemies the Ambrons. The victory is now in your hands: Hengist is defeated, and the day is your own."

Then, after the battle, everyone has a chat about what to do with the captured Hengist, and the bishop of Gloucester, who is Eldol's own brother, recommends that he be executed (I'm sure that was a very impartial decision there...)

Accordingly Eldol took his sword, and drew him out of the city, and then cut off his head. But Aurelius, who showed moderation in all his conduct, commanded him to be buried, and a heap of earth to be raised over his body, according to the custom of the pagans.

I like that character beat for Ambrosius. He is very much portrayed as the righteous Christian saviour delivering the Britons from the yoke of the pagan Saxons, but he still takes care that Hengist should be buried according to his own customs, and this is treated positively by Geoffrey.

But the important thing is that Eldol got to cut off Hengist's head! Eldol, who was there during the slaughter at the feast, who saw who only knows how many friends and kinsmen being slain around him, and who fought free of it all with nothing but a bit of wood to his name, got his desire to face Hengist in an epic duel, and have his revenge. What a good arc. What a great side character he'd make.

[nerdygaymormon]

Did you hear about the pope saying an anti-gay slur when talking with catholic bishops? I thought he was a good guy. What do you think about this?

At a conference for Italian bishops, the Pope was asked if gay men who remain celibate should be allowed to enter seminary to train for the priesthood. The Pope answered that there was already too much "frociaggine" in seminaries. The Italian word "frociaggine" is a slur and can be translated into English as "faggotry."

It was surprising to hear Pope Francis said this given the perception he is friendly towards the queer community.

Pope Francis apologized for using that term and we have to remember that Italian is a second language to him so he may not have understood the severity of that word.

Also, we can't forget that Pope Francis has changed the tone and made some positive steps forward in the Catholic Church. Previously the Catholic Church didn't let priests bless the marriages of gay couples, but Pope Francis said that the Church considers sexual relations inside of marriage to be legitimate and the Church shouldn't limit the unconditional power of God's love. The Church still considers gay couples to be an "irregular" situation but wants to make the Church's practices more good for the soul so it deepens people's relationship with God.

Pope Francis wanted church members to have a better experience and not feel shunned or pushed away. It was a change to the pastoral approach…but not to becoming a pastor.

It was surprising to me to hear Pope Francis say gay men shouldn't become priests. He was reiterating the policy of the Catholic Church which since 1961 has not allowed homosexual men to enter seminary and enter the priesthood. There is a perception among more conservative elements of the Catholic Church that there is a problematic gay subculture at seminaries which they've worked to eradicate.

However, if all Catholic priests are to be celibate, it shouldn't matter whether they are gay or straight. Many estimates are that 40-60% of celibate priests are gay, of course, exact numbers are difficult since most are closeted. Without gay men, there would be far fewer priests and seminarians. We know a lot of gay men have become Catholic priests, and how much better for them would it be if they didn't have to hide a secret in order to do so, and this is probably what prompted the question asked to the Pope.

Back in the day when being gay was not accepted by society or Christianity, gay men & women could escape questions about why aren't they dating or married by taking shelter in the priesthood or nunnery. I'm sure some closeted gay Catholics still seek to become priests and nuns, but since being gay is more acceptable by society, my guess is far fewer seek this path than in the past.

The world is changing, and slowly the Catholic church is, too, and Pope Francis has helped push them forward on the path of change. Perhaps one day in the not-too-distant future they'll change their policy on forbidding gay priests.

[vapaus-ystavyys-tasaarvo]

My Les Mis Letters annotations for 1.1.11! (I really hope next chapter won’t have this many... orz)

“a philosophical bishop,” or a “patriotic curé.”

I'm not sure about the philosophical here, but "patriotic" is often used in a revolutionary context in this era. The idea being to be loyal to your country rather than a king I guess? Or that's how I always understood it. I assume “philosophical“ has as similar connotation in context.

"baron of the Empire"

After declaring himself emperor, Napoleon started building up his own class of nobility, so you see these noble titles being granted. (Especially for military service but for other kinds of service to the Empire as well, as we see here with Myriel.)

As far as I understand, these titles came with land and certain ceremonial rights, but not the kinds of privileges that the old nobility had. No tax exemptions or anything.

Hugo doesn't talk about Myriel's reaction to the title here, but obviously royalists in general were not super into this concept, as we’ll see later.

The arrest of the Pope took place, as every one knows, on the night of the 5th to the 6th of July, 1809

All this stuff about the arrest of the pope and the synod and Cardinal Fesch.... I’m apparently not “every one” because don't know anything about it.

"I am only a poor peasant bishop.”

I hope it's become pretty evident by now that bishops, even “peasant bishops”, were not poor lol

Myriel is a very special case and even he is so purely voluntarily.

"it seems that he would have been found to be an ultramontane rather than a gallican"

Straight from Wikipedia: Ultramontanism is a clerical political conception within the Catholic Church that places strong emphasis on the prerogatives and powers of the Pope. It contrasts with Gallicanism, the belief that popular civil authority—often represented by the monarch's or state's authority—over the Church is comparable to that of the Pope.

“The ideas of the century” might also be used with a more general meaning here, though? Encompassing all the various new ideologies that arose from the French Revolution? But idk.

"on his return from the island of Elba"

Elba is an island in the Mediterranean off the coast of Italy where Napoleon was originally exiled after his defeat in 1814. He escaped in February 1815 and returned to France on 1 March (another date Hugo likes to reference). He did indeed pass through Digne on his way back to Paris! And it is also true that in Province he wasn't quite so warmly received as elsewhere along his route (Province being very royalist in general.)

"a person whom one is desirous of allowing to escape"

This tension between Myriel and his general brother is a rather mild example of how politics could divide families in this era, something Hugo himself was very familiar with. We will see other examples later.

The French army was still harbouring a lot of sympathies for Napoleon. The troops sent to capture him ended up joining him instead, or I guess "pursuing" him in the aforementioned style. Louis XVIII gave up without a fight and fled before Napoleon made it to Paris, choosing to wait for an opportune moment to return. (Which he got about three months later.)

"as much of a Bonapartist as the eagle"

Eagle was one of Napoleon's imperial symbols, chosen as a reference to Roman legions. (The other one was bees. No, I'm not kidding.)

Bees.

“I will die,” he said, “rather than wear the three frogs upon my heart!”

Louis XVIII replaced the imperial eagle on the Cross of the Legion of Honour with three fleurs de lys. I guess this guy thought they looked like frogs? I don’t see it but okay

"the good and weakly flock who adored their emperor"

Napoleon really was wildly popular among the regular people of France. He was a very charismatic leader who had given them reasons to be proud to be French. I think that's mostly what it was? And for many people he still represented a kind of continuation of the Revolution that had enabled his rise to power, despite being another monarch.

Although I guess his legal code was pretty much just the legal code that had been in the works and mostly finished before he even came to power, with some changes from him (mostly bad changes from what I’ve heard tbh), so in a way he was, sort of, continuing at least something that the revolution had started. And although the Napoleonic Code, as it ended up getting called, was deeply flawed in many ways, it did codify the abolishment of the feudal system and its privileges.

I don’t know if it’s even that deep, though, people just thought he was cool and that he would bring glory to France. In any case his popularity lasted for a long time. Its ripple effects were enough to affect the course of history even decades after his death.

[kaijuposting]

The Precursors: what's been said about them?

The Precursors of Pacific Rim are some of the most enigmatic beings in the story, and very little is known about them, aside from them having a hivemind, creating the kaiju, and being aliens from another universe.

Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters contains a little information on them. According to the book, Guillermo del Toro wanted their appearance to convey "alien madness" - apparently, just looking into their eyes was supposed to be a terrifying experience. (One can't imagine this is very effective on a fandom that thinks beetles and isopods are adorable.)

The book also goes on to say:

"When I was a kid," says del Toro, "we used to catch these bugs in the pool. They had a translucent, hard shell and you could see their organs. I wanted the design to evoke that. Wayne Barlowe and Keith Thompson worked the final design. We gave the Precursors elements of ecclesiastical royalty, dividing them into cardinals and bishops."

Concept Artist Keith Thompson added decadent touches to the Precursors that resemble the trappings of French nobility from the pre-revolutionary era, such as high heels made of cartilage and bone, and pompadour head growths. "The Precursors weren't going to be just a great eye candy reveal," says Thompson. "They had to be part of this world that was behind everything that was going on in the movie. They have this heavily developed civilization that you only get a little hint of."

Visual Effects Supervisor Jamie Price says the Precursors were among the more interesting challenges for the visual effects team. "There's kind of a blurry line between the Precursors and the environment and the Kaiju themselves. It's almost like the Kaiju evolved out of the environment, and the Precursors, as they work on their machines, are almost organically attached to them."

In September of 2013, Travis Beacham posted about the Precursors' biology and culture on his blog. According to Beacham, the Precursors are a highly complex civilization with a variety of socio-physiological distinctions. Human categories like "male" and "female" fail to describe it on any level. They do have what can be thought of as cultural "genders" and biological "sexes," but both are clumsy, insufficient analogies.

Now, all of this could have very unfortunate implications if handled badly - many queerphobes like to claim that queerness is "bougie decadence" and something that the good, honest working class just doesn't have time for. But in the right hands, this could be a very interesting thing to explore! We're talking about an entire alien civilization with alien genders (if you can even call them genders)!

Of course, this might require admitting that the Precursors aren't inherently evil, that they're just an alien civilization that seems extremely weird to us humans, whose leaders just so happen to think that xenoforming an inhabited planet is a good idea (seriously you guys, there's other planets!). What if some of them could be talked into going to another planet? What if there was an entire rebellion in Precursor society?

But I digress!

So, yeah, that's what I've been able to scrounge up on the Precursors so far. It's not much, but I think that what there is, is actually pretty interesting!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Kallamar x reader? Like instead of killing the Bishops, Lamb just made them all follower sized and indoctrinated them. So S/o is probably the only person in the cult(aside from his siblings ofc) that Kallamar will really talk to, because s/o often stand up for him against any asshats? Maybe one day, s/o is attacked by a couple dissenters and Kallamar, in an uncharacteristic show of bravery, show up and scares them off? Or maybe he just beats tf outta them, I'll leave that up to you.

remember: hydrate of diedrate :]

It was just another lovely day in the Cult of the Lamb, with you being tasked with harvesting the vegetables at the farming plot. 

You hummed a tune as you put on your hat and started picking them, making sure they were neatly organized in the chest.

Your stomach was growling at the thought of having a delicious veggie stew, although you were quite eager to have fish thrown into the mix. Lamb went off to gather some at Pilgrim's Passage, so while they were out you worked hard to ensure they could make food as soon as they returned.

Unfortunately, not everyone in the cult was as obedient nor as chipper as you. 

In fact, you were currently doing your best to tune out the dissenters shouting nonsense into the megaphones near the shrine.

As of late, Lamb has made..a number of questionable decisions. Among them being their decision to indoctrinate the Bishops of the Old Faith into the cult after defeating them.

Yes, the same bishops who slaughtered their kind and tormented innocent followers--now under their ruling as immortal, but not entirely invincible, vessels.

You weren’t sure what made them decide to do that. Though their actions still broke the chains that kept the One Who Waits Below locked up...so you didn’t question them much and instead welcomed them as you would any follower.

Kallamar was the most recent arrival, and his cowardice was on full display. He was among the most obedient--albeit out of fear of being abandoned or killed by the lamb who bested him in combat.

This made him a doormat, in a sense, by others. They’d make him do the work they were assigned to, tell Lamb lies about him stealing, or attempt to trick him into eating certain..undesirable dishes as “revenge” for making them sick.

Yet he would endure it all...until you stood up for him one day and became a close friend. Nowadays he only talked to you, Lamb, Leshy, and Heket, finding comfort especially in your presence.

After some encouragement from his siblings, he nervously confessed his romantic interest in you during a chat over dinner. He nearly sobbed when you accepted his feelings, promising him you’ll protect him so he didn’t feel like an outcast.

Sadly, you couldn’t be in two places at once when he was being harassed. And you even made a few enemies yourself as word spread of your relationship.

Such as the dissenters who noticed you were alone and decided to pay a visit.

As you closed the chest lid, you felt your farming hat being snatched away and turned around, frowning. “Excuse you. That was rude-”

“Why do you love that monster?”

“...guys, we’ve already been over this.” You sighed, realizing you’re gonna have this conversation for the hundredth time. It was irritating you. “But you know, it’s ironic how you’re calling him the monster when you two have been nothing but bullies ever since he arrived. Just give him a chance.”

“Why? You’re not the Leader.” One sneered, getting awfully close to you--enough to invade your personal space. “They’re not here. So we can do whatever we want!”

“I know I’m not the Leader. And I can’t stop you. But we can still preach their good word. They’ve taught us about forgiving our enemies-”

“Yeah, over petty things..not over inflicting a terrible plague unto us!” The other dissenter snarled, their red eyes glowing with hatred. “We suffered so much..I couldn’t keep food down for three. Whole. DAYS!! What if he does it again?! What he targets our elders?! Do you not care about them?!!”

“I care very much!” Your voice was starting to tremble, but you stood your ground. “J-Just leave me alone. The Lamb will not tolerate this--oof!!” 

You were roughly shoved to the ground, the dissenter above you scowling.

“What do they care? We’re just disposable to them..things to throw away once we stop being useful! So what if something bad happens to you..or Kallamar?”

With wide eyes, you stared at the pair, before gritting your teeth. “You’re liars. Lamb approves of us, so why don’t you?!”

“Because falling in love with a bishop is taboo!! It should be considered heresy!” The dissenter who pushed you grabbed a rock. “He’s a heretic, and so are you...and heretics deserve to be stoned.”

Now you were utterly terrified as you tried shuffling away. “P-Please..don’t do this..”

“We show no mercy to heretics here-!”

“S-STOP THAT AT ONCE!!!”

Surprised, the pair looked to see a furious Kallamar standing there. His eyes were pitch black, save for his cross-shaped pupils that glowed bright.

Yet they only laughed and decided that he would be the first to get stoned, and they chucked the rock at him-

Only to see a black skeletal hand emerge from his robe and catch it, followed by another hand...and then two more. The stone was crushed into bits as he stalked towards the duo, before grabbing them both by the throats.

“I don’t care if you think of me as your enemy still. You can push me around all you desire..but if you dare a hand or stone on my beloved again, I’ll cast an illness upon you so horrible that you’ll BEG for death to come take you!! UNDERSTOOD?!!”

Realizing they completely underestimated his power, the dissenters nodded. Their eyes almost instantly turned back to normal as he dropped them, watching them run away in tears.

Kallamar smiled in triumph, though upon seeing you he gasped and ran over to help you up. “Are you okay? They didn’t touch you, did they?”

“No, I’m fine..thank you, Kall.” You smiled and kissed his cheek. “My heroic squid still has some of his powers, it seems.”

Bashful, he looked at his skeletal arms, turning them back into his normal ones as he laughed nervously. “Y-Yeah, haha..I wouldn’t call myself a “hero”. I was just..returning the favor after all those times you helped me.”

Only a few moments later, Lamb returned to the cult looking worried. They knew who dissented and arrived to resolve the problem, but they were just working twice as hard on their tasks.

Upon reading their minds, they learned what happened and went over to you and Kallamar. “Did you..stop them from dissenting through fear?”

“I-I did.” The ex-bishop admitted. “They were going to hurt [y/n] and..I-I stepped in. I didn’t mean to scare them that badly-”

“No, no..it’s okay, Kallamar. It’s honestly a headache trying to re-educate some of them. So sometimes fear will do the trick. Thank you.” With a light smile, they blessed him and went on their way.

“C’mon. I’m starving.” You tugged on his hand, while he nodded in agreement and followed Lamb to the cooking fire.

For once, he was glad he could protect you.

[obsessedasusual]

Lonely No More - Four

Bishop Losa xOC Series

Series Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Series Warnings: Swearing, mentions/allusions to sex, alcohol

Note: 3.1k - PART FOUR LETS GO!!!

A week later Amalia found herself back at the clubhouse. It was quite unusual, the amount of times she had found herself at the club within the past month, even though from her count it had only been three visits. It was usually a lot less than that.

It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being around the clubhouse and hanging out with the guys, they were all great company when they wanted to be. But they weren’t her friends. They were her brother’s brothers. That’s what they were to her, and to them, she was their brother’s sister. They’d do anything for her at the drop of a hat, but it’s not like either side was going to invite the other over for a cup of coffee. Coco and Gilly may have been the exception to that, as she often saw them away from the club at Angel’s. And that one time they had been to hers for dinner after hearing Angel requesting all sorts of delicious sounding meals.

One thing Amalia could pride herself on was her cooking. She had always been a talent in the kitchen. Something she had picked up from her mother. Which is how she found herself outside Ezekiel’s trailer holding a baking tray of fresh enchiladas.

She knew her younger brother well enough to know when he wasn’t eating decent meals as often as he should, she put it down to the stress of prospecting for the club.

So she had taken it upon herself to cook a hearty meal that would keep for a little while in the fridge, at least then she could be certain that EZ actually had something good ready to go when his stomach growled.

Judging by the lack of sound coming from the trailer it was a safe guess that he wasn’t in. Instead she strode toward the clubhouse, not having a key to the trailer - since when did he lock that damn thing anyway?

There weren’t many of the guys around it seemed, only a few bikes parked up, EZ’s not among them.

Hearing her name called by Gilly on the porch, she made her way over, throwing a bright smile and a nod as a greeting toward Bishop and Taza who were seated at a picnic table near the cage, beers in hand.

Amalia hadn’t seen Bishop since he acted as her escape route from her date a week ago. However she had noticed when he rode by each day, early in the morning. It seemed that now she had learnt that he only lived down the road, he had changed his usual route to the club, checking in on her each morning from afar. She found herself smiling when she thought about it.

“She’s been around more recently,” Taza noted. Bishop hummed in acknowledgement, when his VP continued, “Bet you’re loving that.”

Bishop hummed again, eyes on Amalia chatting with Gilly, not at all paying attention to what Taza had said. So the long haired man spoke again, “If you stare any harder, you’ll burn holes in her fuckin’ back.”

Still nothing from his president. It’d been a long time since he had seen the usually calm, stoic man so away with the fairies, “You sleeping with her?”

That seemed to break Bishop out of whatever trance he was in, snapping his head to his VP, “What? No.”

Taza smirked at his sudden change in demeanor, he was deflecting, “But you want to be.”

It wasn’t framed as a question. Bishop kept his mouth shut, instead his eyes shot from Taza back to the beauty in question. The blatant staring caused Taza to bark out a laugh at his friend, receiving a grumbled, “Fuck off,” in response.

Taza caught sight of Gilly and Amalia wrapping up their conversation and called out to the Reyes sister, waving her over. Bishop dropped his forehead to rest against his beer bottle and let out a groan. She bid farewell to Gilly and went to join the charter’s one and two, tray of goods still in hand.

“Gentlemen,” she smiled in greeting, taking a seat opposite them and placing the tray in front of her on the table, “Lovely weather we’re having.”

It was a running joke to Santo Padre locals. It was always beautiful weather there, it had been a long time since they had any decent rainfall.

Taza made to lift the foil off one of the corners of the trays, “What’ve you got here?” Humming in delight when the pleasant, savory smell hit his nostrils, “This for us?”

Amalia smiled fondly at him. She had always liked Taza, he had such a calming aura around him, everyone wanted to be in his presence, “If you ask your prospect extra nicely he might be up for sharing.”

Taza pulled a face at that, causing Amalia to let out a light giggle. Bishop found himself smiling at the sound, quickly snapping himself out of it when he saw Taza smirk from the corner of his eye, he cleared his throat, “What do we have to do to get meal deliveries too?”

“Stock the bar with some apple juice and we can talk.” She teased.

Bishop winked at her, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Taza looked between the two, biting back the grin that was threatening to escape, he spoke directly to Amalia, “You got any plans tomorrow night?”

Bishop studied him from the corner of his eye, trying to work out what his game was.

Amalia quickly went through her diary in her head, she had a girls night planned for Saturday, but Friday was free, “Nope, free as a daisy. Why, what’s the plan?”

“Party. Low key, just the guys and a few others. You should come by.”

Amalia nodded in thought, “I guess I could make an appearance. Kick EZ out of his trailer for the night.”

Taza jumped in again, seemingly excited about his plan all working out, “Good. It’ll be a good night. Right, brother?” he smirked at his president who met his gaze with a glare, quickly covering it with a smile, turning back to Amalia.

“It’ll be great, sweetheart.” He gave her a kind smile.

“Well in that case, how can I say no?” she shrugged, “I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow night.” She moved to stand, pausing and pointing at the tray, “Could I leave this here with you guys? I’m not really in the mood to search all over town for that brother of mine.”

“As long as you don’t mind us taking a little helping as payment.” Bishop teased, before taking a sip of his beer.

Amalia grinned at him, “I’d expect nothing less, Mr President.” She waved at the pair as she retreated.

Bishop could feel the shit eating grin Taza was shooting his way.

“Shut the fuck up.” He muttered into his bottle. Taza threw his head back in laughter.

-

The next night Amalia found herself engaged in conversation with Nails, one of the club hangarounds. Nails, real name Stephanie, had started to make appearances at the club around five months ago and had become fast friends with Amalia.

The Reyes sister had no idea how she had ended up with that for a nickname. In fact, she had no idea how any of the guys ended up with their nicknames. She was particularly curious about Creeper. Surely that wasn’t one of those self appointed nicknames.

“I want a tough nickname too!” Amalia was two beers deep at this point, just enough to properly fall into her usual role of the social butterfly, “How good of a name is Nails? No one fucks with a chick called Nails.”

Nails laughed at her friend, “People call you A!”

Amalia gave her a dumb look, “A? Really?” Nails shrugged, giggling.

“Well what do you want us to call you?”

Amalia shook her head while taking a sip from her bottle, “No, doesn’t work like that. Gotta earn it. Earn my stripes.

“Like a tiger. Maybe you can be el tigre!” Nails’ eyes almost popped out of her head thinking she had come up with the best suggestion. She followed it with a dramatic, “Grrrr,”… it was an easy guess that she had had a few shots before Amalia had shown up. The latter threw her head back in laughter.

Bishop couldn’t help but follow the sound of her laughter from where he was sat with Taza and Hank, smiling to himself when he saw how much fun she was having. Amalia had thrown him a wide smile in greeting when she had turned up that night, about to make her way over to say a proper hello when Nails had snatched her and dragged her to a couch.

The VP and Sergeant shared a knowing look when they followed their leader’s gaze. Taza hadn’t said a word about Bishop’s little infatuation with the brown eyed beauty, apparently not needing too as Hank, similar to Taza, had a keen eye and had picked up on the way his President had perked up when she walked through the door, though he had been quick to disguise it.

Bishop was quietly thankful that neither Taza nor Hank made a comment about his reaction to anything related to Amalia. He knew they were the only two that would pick up on it, being the most insightful of the whole club. Honestly even if they did make a comment he had no idea what he’d say. He wasn’t sure why he was so taken by her recently.

They’d been friendly since the first time Angel introduced the pair when he first started prospecting years ago. Bishop had always thought she was gorgeous and enjoyed her company, but sometime within the past two months that seemed to change slightly.

Life was stressful, being President of an MC charter and all. So what if he found a bit of solace in admiring a beautiful woman from afar? It wasn’t hurting anybody. Bishop just had a little school boy crush.

A little while later Bishop found himself close to winning a game of pool with Riz against Creeper and Gilly. He stepped back from taking his turn and took a drag from his smoke, turning his head when he felt a warm hand on his forearm.

Amalia grinned up at him, “Hey, neighbour!” She placed a new beer in front of him, taking a quick sip of her own, “Thought I’d better make an effort to greet the man in charge.”

Bishop returned her smile, gratefully taking a swig from his bottle after stamping out his cigarette, “I appreciate the thought, sweetheart. You having a good night?” Almost hypnotised by the way her eyes brightened as she thought about her night so far.

“The best! I never realised what I was missing at these things.”

“Good,” he watched her watch the pool game in front of them, grin widening at her expression when Riz finally sunk the 8 ball, winning them the game, Creeper letting out a string of colourful words at his loss, “Bar stocked to your liking? Not sticking to the apple juice I see. Even after I ordered it especially for you.” He held his hand to his heart in a dramatic fashion.

Amalia’s hand shot out to playfully hit his chest, “That was the first drink I had tonight! It was delicious, so I thank you for your efforts, Mr President.”

“Didn’t take long for Nails to corrupt you did it? Apple juice then straight to shots?”

“Incorrect, I had a couple of beers in there somewhere too.” Her face turned smug.

Bishop held his free hand up in surrender, “My mistake.” His eyes landed on the friend in question approaching with a round of tequila shots.

“El tigre! Time to earn your stripes!” Nails had definitely been downing shit in the time Amalia had busied herself with Bishop.

Amalia handed a shot to Bishop, taking her own and cheersing the tiny glass with his and Nails, all three downing it in unison. Nails cheered while Amalia grimaced, tequila burning her throat, “No more shots for me, Steph.”

Her friend pouted at her before shrugging and running off to find Angel.

Her head whipped to Bishop when she felt him nudge her with his elbow and nodded toward the front door, signalling for them to get some fresh air. She hooked her arm through his and playfully dragged him through the clubhouse. Most at the party knew what a social butterfly Amalia could be so the sight really wasn’t surprising, it was interesting however, how the President let himself be dragged.

The cool air was a relief when it hit them. Amalia took a deep breath in relishing in the feeling, turning when she heard the flick of a lighter.

“We’re meant to be getting fresh air, Bish. There’s nothing fresh about those things.”

Bishop held the smoke in front of her face, “This one’s menthol. Minty fresh.”

Amalia shook her head and continued her mission down the steps, President in tow, to the couch that had apparently seen some unthinkable acts. Sighing in relief when she sunk into the worn cushions.

“This couch is comfier than it should be with all it’s been through.”

“It’s cute that you think it’s been limited to this couch,” Bishop sunk down beside her. Amalia’s hand raised to cover her face.

“It’s like you’re actively trying to get me away from this place.”

Bishop chuckled, “Never, sweetheart. Just making sure you’re aware of your surroundings.”

“Such a gentleman,” She giggled while taking a swig of her beer, “I like you guys. You’re all super sweet for a bunch of scary bikers. You surprised me the most, Mr President. Thought you were gonna be this brooding old man when I first met you.”

Bishop felt his cheeks heat up slightly at the almost compliment, “I am a brooding old man. I make an exception for you.”

Amalia grinned into the distance, “See what I mean? Such a gentleman,” she let a beat pass before speaking again, “Do you have a nickname, Bish?”

Bishop turned to her with his brows furrowed, “What?”

“A nickname! Everyone’s got one in the club. I just thought being President you’d have the best one.”

She was puzzled at his chuckling, moving around to sit on her knees and stare at him and his shaking shoulders, “What? Bishop!” She poked at his shoulder.

Bishop calmed down and swatted at her hand prodding at him, grabbing it lightly, “Sweetheart, Bishop is my nickname.”

That puzzled her even further, jaw going slack for a second, “You’ve gotta be fucking with me. I’ve gone the last six years thinking your name was Bishop! What’s your name?!”

He grinned at her, shrugging and taking a drag of his cigarette instead of replying. Struggling not to laugh at her annoyance.

Amalia, fueled on by the alcohol in her system, reached across him and snatched the smoke from his hand, holding it out of his reach, “Tell me or the smoke gets it.”

“You realise you’re threatening the club President right, sweetheart?”

She glared at his stubbornness, taking a pull from the cigarette herself, grimacing as she blew out, “Yuck, I haven’t smoked since college.”

He took the opportunity to take his cigarette back, “Leave the smoking to the scary bikers. Don’t wanna send you to an early grave.”

She huffed out a laugh, pulling her legs to her side and leaning against Bishop’s shoulder in a move that had the President freezing in place, Amalia obviously didn’t notice as she carried on their conversation, “I can’t believe that’s not your name,” she thought for a second, “actually, I don’t think you’ve ever called me by my name either.”

Thinking back over the years it was always sweetheart or querida, a couple of times it was even baby Reyes even though she was not the youngest sibling, a fact that Bishop was definitely aware of.

She felt his shoulders jostle as he chuckled, “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

She rolled her eyes, “I know for a fact you know my name.” She took another sip of her beer.

Bishop hummed out a chuckle of agreement. He allowed himself to be comfortable with her. Slouching his shoulder ever so discreetly so that Amalia would have to readjust herself closer to him.

“You had any more terrible dates lately?” He couldn’t help himself.

Amalia let out a groan, “No, thank God. Taking a break from the dating scene for a bit I think.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Bishop was curious, and a little tiny bit thrilled at the revelation.

She sighed against him, “Date burnout maybe. I dunno, I think I just have to start enjoying the moment you know?” He felt her lift her beer for another sip, “Plus, we live in a small town… there’s only so many eligible bachelors I can go through before I start swiping right on the fucking MC guys.”

Bishop hummed in understanding, pretending to know what ‘swiping right’ meant.

“It is fun though,” she carried on with her rambling, one too many drinks in her system, “Dating. I like talking to people.”

That Bishop knew already. The times she had made an appearance at club parties he had noted how she darted from one group to the next. Chatting with anyone about anything.

“You do talk a lot.” He let out a chuckle when he felt her hit his chest and sit back up.

“And you talk right back so shut it.” Amalia teased, taking a second to wonder about his dating life, “You on Tinder, Bish?”

He almost choked on his drink at her question, “Have you ever seen me on tinder?” He had heard enough about the app from the younger guys in the club to understand you at least see profiles on it… right?

Amalia rolled her eyes, “No but I wouldn’t! I don’t have my age range set tha-” she stopped mid sentence, biting her lip to stop the embarrassed smile she could feel bubbling.

Bishop barked out a laugh at her discomfort, “Come on, set that what?”

She shook her head quickly, waving her hand offhandedly, “Doesn’t matter. You should try it! You might find the one for you!”

“How do you know I don’t already have the one?” He eyed her curiously. He was met with a dumb look.

“You’re sitting out here with me, Bishop. You ain’t fooling no one.”

Busted. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, lips quirking up in a knowing smile.

“I don’t think online dating is for me, querida.”

She shrugged, finishing off the rest of her bottle, “Can’t say I didn’t try.”

[benjaminmoorepaint]

red: the color of...grantaire?

Figured I might do another meta post like the one I did for Marius to address the myths and misconceptions surrounding certain characters, so it's Grantaire's turn!

I'm sure we all know Grantaire quite well...a sensitive starving artist, with his Apollo as his muse, and a cynic who pragmatically points out the flaws in Enjolras's idealism, which they quarrel over.

Let's unpack that!

Grantaire is most likely middle class if not wealthy, he is certainly not poor. We don't know what he's studying (if he's studying at all) but he is nevertheless a quintessentially Parisian bourgeoise "student", much like Bahorel. "A rover, a gambler, a libertine..." As the foil of "severe in his enjoyments" Enjolras, Grantaire is a pleasure-seeker, indulging in the excesses that Enjolras disdains.

Again, though we don't know what Grantaire is studying (and I suspect he's just Bahorel-ing it) he's clearly an educated man, judging by the references he throws into his speeches, and he mentions that he once was a student of Gros.

So is he really an artist? He might have been an apprentice at some point, but it's clear he was not particularly enthused by it. After all, discipline is something that Grantaire…lacks. And because it's Grantaire, you can't completely discount the idea that he made it up just for a pun (though I do find that unlikely.) But it's a triple (quadruple?) play--it's important not to take this quote too far out of context because he's actually saying several things here.

It is a shame that I am ignorant, otherwise I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing. For instance, I have always been witty; when I was a pupil of Gros, instead of daubing wretched little pictures, I passed my time in pilfering apples; rapin is the masculine of rapine. So much for myself; as for the rest of you, you are worth no more than I am. I scoff at your perfections, excellencies, and qualities. Every good quality tends towards a defect [...] there are just as many vices in virtue as there are holes in Diogenes’ cloak.

Gros was a well-known neoclassical painter of the time, and I believe Hugo's inclusion of him here is a jab at the neoclassicists, as Grantaire doesn't seem to care for him.

There's a pun! "Rapin"--term for a painter's assistant--is the masculine of "rapine"--to steal.

So he likely means he stole the apples intended to be painted for a still life, which fits his careless attitude... but he's ironically putting himself down for it too, and at the same time

putting his companions down, saying they're no better than him even if they do have more "good" qualities because each good quality has a corresponding downside, so what's the point, really?

You can see that even in this small sample of his speech that Grantaire often has layers upon layers of meaning in what he says. He's a smart guy! But that means you can't always take what he says at face value, as Hugo says, he's constantly "reasoning and contradicting" himself. So let me invite you further down into what I think his real meaning is here (though now firmly into the depths of my own conjecture, so others may have different interpretations.)

I would speculate that "the rest of you" who he professes to mock refers mostly to a specific person, you can probably guess who. After all, Enjolras is surely the paragon of virtue among them, and you could certainly argue that his good qualities edge on being flaws. I think Grantaire is right about that, and it's a sort of theme we see pop up again and again--the Bishop's generosity does hurt the women he lives with, Valjean's self-sacrifice hurts Cosette, and Javert is someone who's tipped all the way over to his virtues being vices.

But like, man, come on. Seriously. "I scoff at your perfections, excellencies, and qualities." Dude. We all know that you're obsessed with this man.

And you might notice that this is just a whole lot of Grantaire talking and talking over people, never letting anyone else get a word in. It's not a debate, Grantaire never actually debates anyone, let alone Enjolras. The idea of Grantaire debating Enjolras and making him see the flaws in his idealistic revolution is wholly a fandom invention.

The closest we get, really, is Grantaire trying to convince Enjolras to send him to the Barriere du Maine...and Grantaire doesn't come out of that looking so good.

“Do you know anything of those comrades who meet at Richefeu’s?”

“Not much. We only address each other as tu.”

“What will you say to them?”

“I will speak to them of Robespierre, pardi! Of Danton. Of principles.”

“You?”

“I. But I don’t receive justice. When I set about it, I am terrible. I have read Prudhomme, I know the Social Contract, I know my constitution of the year Two by heart. ‘The liberty of one citizen ends where the liberty of another citizen begins.’ Do you take me for a brute? I have an old bank-bill of the Republic in my drawer. The Rights of Man, the sovereignty of the people, sapristi! I am even a bit of a Hébertist. I can talk the most superb twaddle for six hours by the clock, watch in hand.”

I won't bother going too in-depth here since you're probably familiar with all this--Grantaire talks a big game and then fails to follow through. And we see one of two red waistcoats mentioned, neither of which are worn by Enjolras.

Grantaire lived in furnished lodgings very near the Café Musain. He went out, and five minutes later he returned. He had gone home to put on a Robespierre waistcoat.

“Red,” said he as he entered, and he looked intently at Enjolras. Then, with the palm of his energetic hand, he laid the two scarlet points of the waistcoat across his breast.

So yeah, it's actually Grantaire who wears red, at least canonically! I know their popular red/green color scheme comes from the musical, but it might be fun to reverse it sometimes...I think Enjolras would look great in a nice emerald green, and he'd be more likely to wear that, actually.

Why? A red waistcoat like would be a very obvious, in-your-face political statement--perfect for Bahorel, the other red waistcoat wearer, but Enjolras is actually a lot more reserved and less reckless than fandom sometimes makes him out to be. Wearing something that blatant isn't really his style.

The real question is, why does Grantaire, of all people, own one? Why has he read Prudhomme and the Social Contract and the Rights of Man?

Grantaire is not a super sympathetic character. He's a man of means, talent, intelligence...and he wastes those gifts and privileges on doing nothing, he has no aims in life, he does not aspire to do better or make the world better. He may be Enjolras's foil but I would also contrast him with Feuilly, who has spent his life dedicated to improving himself and the world despite the challenges he's faced. He's obnoxious to women, denigrates his friends for their beliefs, and is generally useless. He's given the opportunity to change and he squanders it. He's not so much cynical (because that's a belief) as he is indifferent, which is arguably worse. His indifference can certainly be read as symbolic within the group, their belief versus the apathy of the world.

But, layers upon layers...Grantaire does have a good heart hiding underneath all that. What I've been getting at all along here is that he does care; he may say he doesn't, he may even believe he doesn't, but he does, clearly, care. He says he hates mankind; he loves people. He says he scoffs at his companions; he admires them. He declares himself indifferent, yet he can't help but talk about the sufferings of the world.

Which isn't to say that simply caring absolves him of anything. Up to this point, he's still just been a useless layabout. What does absolve him (narratively speaking) is the first time, possibly the first time in his life, that he chooses to act. He chooses to take a stand. And this transfigures him, as Hugo says.

Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant glance of the transfigured drunken man.

At the last moment, he chooses to believe, and Enjolras finally accepts him.

One last thing: Grantaire never calls Enjolras "Apollo". Furthermore, he's actually the only one who couldn't have called him "Apollo". The only line where this nickname is mentioned is as follows:

It was of him, possibly, that a witness spoke afterwards, before the council of war: “There was an insurgent whom I heard called Apollo.”

Who could have called him that? Not Grantaire, he was fast asleep during the whole thing. So I choose to believe it was Prouvaire…he would.

[cyaneyesullivan]

listening to WAP and having thoughts...

i took my interest off petekey for a while to focus on other stuff, but everytime i listen to Fall Out Boy, the wonder and amazement spark back immediately... i’m still completely blown away (among other things) by how much Pete must’ve liked (loved) Mikey to keep up with it for so long -- or how much he feels in general. and even if the songs aren’t about Mikey (i have discussed this briefly), it doesn’t change the fact that Pete is absolutely tormented by his own emotions. it’s kind of fascinating.

with that being said, i’m in the mood to list off all the suspicious lyrics ever written by Pete that makes me go “damn, Mikey really did a disgusting number on him” or like, “poor Pete man”

disclaimer: again, these lyrics, let alone songs, might not be about Mikey, but i choose to believe so. i have to satisfy my fixation and bedazzlement on the fact that petekey highkey happened in the summer of 05. 

i’m only including my favorite songs or i’ll be here all night.

italic = my favorite lines

in no particular order:

Bishops Knife Trick (a LOT to unpack in this one): - And I’m living out of time, eternal heatstroke - Spiritual revolt from the waist down - To the places that we never should have left - I’ve got a feeling inside that I can’t domesticate, it doesn’t want to live in a cage, a feeling that I can’t housebreak - And I’m yours, ‘til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away - I’m struggling to exist with you, and without you - I’m sifting through the sand, sand, sand, sand, looking for pieces of broken hourglass - Trying to get it all back, put it back together, as if the time had never passed - I know I should walk away, know I should walk away - But I just want to let you break my brain - And I can’t seem to get a grip - No, no matter how I live with it

Heaven’s Gate (some interesting elements here that describe Pete’s all-consuming yet destructive love) - If there were any more left of me, I’d give it to you (this one is just a personal favorite, not particularly related to Mikey) - Go out in the world, start over again and again, as many times as you can - ‘Cause everything else is a substitute for your love - I’ve got dreams of my own, but I want to make yours come true (another personal favorite lol) - You’re the one habit I just can’t kick

The Last Of The Real Ones (i adore this song but it leaves a lot of space for vague interpretation, so I’ll just list off my favorite lyrics that give me goosebumps when I think they’re meant for Mikey) - You are the sun and I am just the planets, spinning around you - You were too good to be true, gold plated, but what’s inside you? - I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do, as much as I do - I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me - That ultra-kind of love you never walk away from - I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision, but only for you - My head is stripped just like a screw that’s been tightened too many times, when I think of you - Just tell me, tell me, tell me I, I am the only one, even if it’s not true, even if it’s not true

Just One Yesterday (oh my lord, this one lmao -- honestly the whole song has this odd vibe that it’s a pointed jab at Mikey) - Anything you say can and will be held against, so only say my name - I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (any notion that suggests Pete is obsessed with the past is a win) - I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way - I don’t have the right name or the right looks, but I have twice the heart (i just feel like maybe he’s implying he’s not a girl and that does not please no-homo Mikey) - If I spilled my guts, the world would never look at you the same way (lol) - And now I’m here to give you all my love - So I can watch your face as I take it all away

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet (my ultimate favorite of FOB. unbeatable. i had to put it here if only to honor it) --> i talked about it before -- there are no obvious marks of petekey here, but i made a post on it in the past

Immortals (lolol) - I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (hourglass, time, past, bottom half, Pete is still waiting for Mikey, blabla) - I try to picture me without you but I can’t - ‘Cause we could be immortals, immortals, just not for long, for long - And live with me forever now, pull the black out curtains down (blocking public exposure?) - I’m still comparing your past to my future - It might your wound but, they’re my sutures (Pete’s heartbreak = big inspiration that keeps him writing lyrics therefore having a career?)

Centuries (obviously) - Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold - But you will remember me, remember me for centuries (they must have done super crazy shit back in 05) - And just one mistake, is all it will take, we’ll go down in history (presumably, their story must be so nuts it will end up in a massive gossip explosion) - Mummified my teenage dreams (his songs lol) - No it’s nothing wrong with me, the kids are all wrong, the story’s all off, heavy metal broke my heart - Bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints - Cause I-I am the opposite of amnesia (notable, since there is concrete evidence of their ‘lovestruck summer’ in the form of a million of his lyrics) - You look so pretty but you’re gone so soon - We’ve been here forever, and here’s the frozen proof (again, his lyrics, photographs, dramas, tweets etc)

Irresistible (honestly, the whole song lmao) - Mon cheri (i’m only putting this one down because, little story: i didn’t know about petekey when i first listened to this song, and i’m french, and when i heard this for the first time i was like, wtf, people keep wanting to use french words and end up using them wrong. well, oops. maybe the use this time wasn’t as faulty as i thought)

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T - I neve really feel a thing, I was kind of too froze - You were the only one, that even kind of came close - I took too many hits off this memory (memory = joint? lmao) - Another day goes by (without Mikey?) - So hold me tight, or don’t (basically, settle or fade) - Oh no, no, no this isn’t how our story ends - I got too high again when I realized I can’t not be with you or be just your friend - I love you to death but I just can’t, I just can’t pretend, we were lovers first - Confidants but never friends, were we ever friends? (interesting point since they never really had a lasting friendship. it’s a well known fact they helped each other with their own monsters (so, confidants), but after the whole summer fiasco, their friendship was at best on and off, and even then, there’s a lot of mourning on Pete’s end. poor guy) - ‘Cause I’m past the limits, the distance between us, it sharpens me like a knife

Jet Pack Blues - I’m the last one that you’ll ever remember - And I’m trying to find my peace of mind - She’s in a long black coat tonight (someone, in a significant night, has been in a long black coat too) - Did you ever love her? Do you know? Or did you never want to be alone? (notable, Pete is questioning whether or not his ‘love’ could stem from loneliness, because this shit happens way too often than should be) - Don’t you remember how we used to split a drink? It never matted what it was - I think our hands were just that close, the sweetness never lasted, no Novocaine (i like this one in particular because it just seems to suggest that Pete will never be finished with this, and will haunt Mikey forever, either to get revenge for being left behind or relive that one unforgettable summer) - I will always land on you like a sucker punch (omg lmao) - I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare - If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sing at you, you would never sing along - Because they took our love and they filled it up, filled it up with novocaine and now I’m just numb - I don’t feel a thing for you (sure) - I’m just a problem that doesn’t wanna be solved - I feel like a photo that’s been overexposed (i wonder if it’s because of all the junk he posted on livejournal) that concludes it! of course, there are so many more obvious songs, like Fourth of July and Bang the Doldrums, but i don’t love those songs, so i didn’t include them. and side note, the lyrics hit that much harder when Patrick is the damn singer and makes everything hurt. but i’ll rant about that in another post, maybe.

(it doesn’t really matter who sees this or doesn’t -- i just wanted to put this out somewhere. petekey will forever be so interesting. the impact Mikey (or whoever Pete wrote about) had on Pete is just unbelievable to me.)

end.

[brattyfics]

family day | writer wednesday

Pairing: Ezekiel Reyes x Black!OFC [Lena] Summary: Lena comes to the clubhouse to meet the guys. Tags: Angsty Fluff, Unresolved Feelings. Word Count: 1.5k

“Come by the clubhouse this weekend. We’re having a cookout. A family day.”

Lena tutted her skepticism while Ezekiel spoke. She had only caught glimpses of the Mayans’ gatherings, parties, whatever, but nothing about them screamed family-friendly. “Pops and Angel will be there.” She wanted to giggle at him using his father and brother as bargaining chips, but his voice had gotten more desperate with each word until he was almost pleading. She pouted on the other end of the line. He wasn’t playing fair.

“And most importantly...you?” Lena teased. He smiled. She could hear it in his tone. “Yeah. I’ll be there too. You?” She let out a dramatic sigh as if he were pulling her leg, but she had already made up her mind.

Since she and Ezekiel reconnected, Lena found herself in Santo Padre every other weekend. Usually, she arrived early on Saturday mornings, and Ezekiel held her close on his pull-out bed (which was surprisingly comfy considering). When they finally awoke for the day, he took her on little adventures. It was always something sweet and exciting-- an intimate ride on the back of his bike to somewhere beautiful. They revisited the beach, this time during the day. He chased her around in the sand, tickled her from behind in the salty water. Lena was able to stop and relax, see things she would never have been able to otherwise. It was so easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of city living. She missed the simplistic beauty of nature.

Other times, he took her places to remind her of the past. The Carnival they frequented as teenagers, to the old ice cream parlor down the street from his dad’s shop. They spent all the time they could together, and when Ezekiel was busy with club business, she spent the time with her parents, helping them out around the house with whatever she could. There wasn’t much to do, there had never been, but something about it was enjoyable. Being in Santo Padre felt like stepping into a time machine. Nothing had changed. It was psychological warfare on Ezekiel’s part, but Lena never called him out on it. So, she relented, the way she always did when it came to him. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”

True to her word, Lena arrived at the Mayans clubhouse around noon, several homemade cakes in tow. Ezekiel met her outside as she was getting out of the car. “I didn’t know you still baked.” It had been a hobby of hers in high school, something inexpensive and fun to do while stuck in the house. Many things about her had changed, but some hadn’t. The thought made him smile. Maybe there was more hope for them than she thought after all.

“I told you, you didn’t have to bring anything.”

“I know, but I don’t like to show up places empty-handed. Can you take this, please? I need to get the other boxes out of the car still.” Ezekiel scooped the cardboard cake box from her. She kissed his cheek in thanks. It was out of instinct, an old habit, but he froze.

“What, I can’t kiss you now?” Yes, they had been sleeping together. Quite often, actually. And they had been going out on what most people would call dates, but they hadn’t been kissing. Not really. It would make what they were doing real. Lena avoided it as much as possible to protect herself. But the lines had started to blur, and she couldn’t distinguish the nostalgia from her real feelings. She would have to make a decision soon.

Ezekiel took advantage of her being distracted, pushing forward until her back rested against the closed car door. He sat the cake box on top of the car. “You can kiss me as much as you want. I just prefer you do it...” His lips brushed against hers. “...here.” She couldn’t think about anything when he kissed her like that. Nothing but him, the way he tasted on her tongue, what he felt like up against her. She closed her eyes tight and tried to memorize it all, kissing him with just as much desperation.

“Damn, Prospect, I know you’ve been out of the game awhile, but you should at least get the lady inside the trailer first!”

And then Angel fucking Reyes had to go and ruin it.

Ezekiel broke the kiss with a groan, giving his older brother a scalding look over his shoulder. But Angel didn’t care about things like not interrupting people or being polite, so he made his way over to them anyway, clapping his baby brother on the back. “Give her some room, bro.” He tested his luck, elbowing Ezekiel to the side. He filled the space, pulling Lena into a tight hug before his brother could retaliate.

“Are you really using me as a shield right now?” She complained, arms loosely hanging at her sides.

“Yes. Now, hug me back.” Angel would hold onto her until she did what he wanted. She knew that for a fact, so she brought her arms up to wrap around his midsection. “It’s good to see you.” He mumbled into her hair. “You too.” And she meant it, squeezing him back before letting go.

“Ooh. What’s this?” He cajoled when his eyes caught sight of the box.

“Cake.” Ezekiel answered for him dryly.

Angel snorted, rolling his eyes. “Obviously, Boy Scout. What kind is it, Lena?” She glanced over her shoulder at it, to be sure. “It’s vanilla cake with buttercream icing.”

“Vanilla? Aww, man. Where’s the chocolate? You know that’s my favorite.” EZ cut his brother’s complaining short. “You don’t like it, don’t eat it.”

“Shut up.” Two words from Angel was all it took for the two of them to start bickering. Angel grabbed for his brother’s thick neck, trying and failing to pull him into a chokehold. Ezekiel got the upper hand, and then the two of them were grappling, kicking up red dust in the process while they talked shit to each other. Lena sighed and stepped out of their way. “I see nothing’s changed.”

The sound of their scuffle gathered the attention of the other Mayans. Coco, who Lena thought she recognized as Angel’s friend, was among them. The shortest man of the group headed the bunch, kissing his teeth when he saw the fuss was just Angel and Ezekiel. Again.

“Break it up!”

Lena flinched, and she wasn’t even doing anything wrong! The brothers broke apart immediately, then sat down in the dirt, out of breath and wearing sheepish expressions. They were children. Lena refrained from the “If Marisol were here...” speech she so desperately wanted to give, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Hi, querida. You must be Lena.” The man introduced himself as Bishop, taking her hand to kiss.

“Oh, yes. Hi.” She squeaked out, suddenly shy. Ezekiel stood, grabbing hold of her waist, and took over the introductions. “Guys, Lena. Lena, this is...” He went down the line one by one, and she smiled politely and nodded along. She was flattered that they already seemed to be familiar with her. Ezekiel had to run around talking about her all day. The thought made her heart ache.

Bishop directed the guys to help her with the rest of the stuff. Tranq balanced a cake in each hand, Coco taking the bag with the cake cutters and plastic forks. Angel was pleased to learn that one of them had chocolate-flavored icing with yellow cake on the inside, just the way he liked it.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Bishop told her with a smile, patting her hand one final time. “Nice to meet you too.” She called after him while Ezekiel muttered something under his breath in a grumpy tone.

Lena got to know their guys and their families. She learned she had met Coco before, and she got to meet his teenage daughter, Letty. She was sweet in an adorable, hissing cat sort of way. Lena teased Ezekiel about Letty having a little crush on him, but he denied it. Swore Letty just appreciated him for helping her out with something. He wouldn’t elaborate on what the something was.

“I get it now.” Lena told him when they found themselves alone by the abandoned fire pit. She sat on the wooden bench next to him, halfway into his lap, a warm flannel blanket on top of them. He watched her closely. “You do?”

“Yeah. You have a place here. Community. Family. It’s nice.” They had played a card game earlier. The guys traded friendly insults across the table, but it was all out of love. She felt it.

“Mhm.” He looked down and cleared his throat. “Does that change anything? For you?” Lena considered it, drowning in the hopefulness in his hazel eyes. How could she tell him no? Say goodbye forever to those eyes?

“I don’t know. I mean, I’m not sure what I was expecting. Everyone’s so nice. Well, except Angel, but I already knew that.” Ezekiel smirked. “Yeah, he was born an ass.” He brought the cold beer bottle to his lips to sip, and then he got quiet.

“Do you think you’d like to come to another?”

Lena nodded. “Yeah, I think I would.”

Notes: Inspired by this week's prompt by @autumnleaves1991-blog. Card game is only briefly mentioned, but what can I say, I followed the muse?

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[hockeyboysiguess]

nine ladies dancing -> nine hockeys dancing | j. benn

a/n: i know christmas was two days ago, but 2020 isn’t real so here’s day 9. rest of the series linked here. 

word count: 2,799

warnings: single!dad jamie, a very absent mother figure, some cute dancing. 

“You want what?” 

Jamie sighed, covering his skate blades before dropping them into their designated spot in his stall, all part of his routine that was so practiced and rehearsed he didn’t have to think about anything before he did it. He thrived in the routine of it all, as much routine as he could get at the rink because when he got home, all semblance of a routine went out the window for the dark-haired little girl in pigtails on the background of his phone, sitting in his lap. She was five now, joyful and gap-toothed and as perfect as she’d been to him the day he knew that he was going to be her dad. She was his pride and joy, the only thing that when the sun set everyday, no matter where he was, mattered. It was him and her and he’d do anything to keep her smiling, including ask his teammates to sacrifice a little of their time and a lot of their pride for her.

“Lottie’s nervous about her recital for dance,” Jamie repeated himself slowly and steadily. “She’s scared she’s going to mess it up if she doesn’t practice in front of people who aren’t just her dad as she says, so I was hoping some of you might be willing to drop by the house later to give her an audience? I know it’s a lot to ask for this time of year.” 

Some of the younger guys bristled a little at the idea of giving up a prized free Friday night in Dallas without a team commitment the following day to watch Charlotte Benn dance as well as a five-year-old could perform The Nutcracker. Other teammates smiled with experienced and well-knowing understanding, having similar experiences in their own past, and standing up in front of the team to ask for something for their families. Jamie hated asking, but he asked more than anyone else. He hated asking now, especially this close to Christmas where people wanted to be with their families most of all, even though Jamie Benn hated Christmas these days. 

“What time do you want me?” left Tyler’s mouth so much more easily than the call for help had left Jamie’s moments before. “Who else is coming?”

Jamie’s calls for help were always answered in this room, a gift he never expected to receive but now couldn’t imagine his life without the people in this room. Especially as hands went up, along with a disjointed but beautiful chorus of, “I’m in,” and, “Me too,” fell from his teammates mouths, Jamie couldn’t stop the grateful smile from forming on his face. The support fell over Jamie’s shoulders in a way that reminded him of the way his mom would pull his heavy, puffy winter coat over his shoulders before sending him outside back home in Victoria ages ago, back when he thought his life was going to be simpler than it was, back when he thought he would follow the traditional order. Grow up, get a good job, find a wife, get married, have a few kids, and live happily ever after in a blissful, peaceful, uncomplicated, adult world. To be fair, Jamie had done most of that, but after Charlotte was born, she left them both, wiping her hands of him and her daughter without a thought of how cruel it really was to leave your child who hadn’t even seen a full year of life the day before her first Christmas.

Jamie hated her for a lot of things now. One of the many things was that she made him hate Christmas and hating Christmas just wasn’t ever in Jamie Benn’s plans. But he had to pretend he didn’t hate Christmas, or her for that matter, because Charlotte deserved to get to be happy and unburdened by her father’s hatred or her mother’s lack of desire to be her mother. So, Jamie Benn loved Christmas, as long as you didn’t look too deep into his eyes where the pain rested as he lied about how excited he was for it. 

Still, Jamie painted that smile on his face when he answered the door covered in the most basic Christmas wreath Jamie could get away with to see more of his teammates than he imagined standing behind it. Tyler led the group, big smile and a flower for Charlotte in hand, an attempt to maintain his title as her favorite uncle. Dicky and Guri seemed to have been pulled into this by Tyler, but were happy to have come along probably under the promise that Jamie might just join her for a terrible dance or two, terrible because of Jamie not Charlotte. The girl dad crew, as the shirts one of them had gotten them for the start of the season said, Comeau, Dowling, and Klinger, were all right behind them, and Bishop tagged along as well. The only true surprise was Rads, who despite being a dad himself, only had boys and wasn’t exactly a ballet sort of honorary uncle, but Tyler Seguin could make people do a lot of things for his very deserving niece and he’d put his mind to giving her the biggest audience possible. 

The smile relating to Christmas itself might have been fake, but the gratitude Jamie felt to his teammates for stepping up on short notice brought a real one to his face in place of the fake one. His smile carried over as Tyler made a beeline for Charlotte who was standing in the living room, with all the furniture pushed to the walls, in her tutu and a gapped-tooth grin on her face. Tyler scooped her up easily, setting her on his hip and offering her the flower in one smooth motion. 

“For me?” Charlotte asked him, her little hands already reaching for it. 

“Of course it’s for you, Miss Charlotte,” Tyler smiled back at her as he placed it gently into her waiting hands. “There are no other pretty ballerinas around who deserve flowers.” 

“You’d make a pretty ballerina, Uncle Tyler,” Charlotte told him with her eyes trained on her flower. 

Jamie funneled past them and into the kitchen to grab a vase for it, the one Charlotte had decorated with her handprints in preschool. Jamie kept everything, every ornament, every macaroni art, every card, every little thing Charlotte made. He had bins of stuff by now, but he was more than content to buy more bins and fill his basement with everything she made. He rotated what was on the fridge weekly. This week, his fridge doors were full of various glittery Christmas artwork from school. Glitter rained on the floor every time he opened it. Jamie didn’t mind in the slightest.

Charlotte was charming his teammates with her dimpled smile when Jamie came back into the living room, vase with water in hand. He knelt down next to her and offered her the vase to slide her flower into. Taking it from her would lead to tears, but letting her put it in the vase she made herself eliminated that possibility. Jamie sat the flower in its vase next to the speakers and pulled up the soundtrack for her recital on his phone.

“Okay, you ready, Lottie?” 

Jamie’s question caused his teammates to settle themselves around the room. Tyler took the floor in front of Bish and patted the ground next to him for Jamie. He started the music, then made his way to his spot, slumping down onto the floor while Charlotte fussed with her dance costume and shuffled her feet on the floor. Jamie could hear her counting softly under her breath and see her foot loosely tapping to the beat. Jamie didn’t know a thing about dance, but he had seen Charlotte practicing enough to know she’d missed when she was supposed to come in and was just staring at her shoes instead. 

“You okay, honey?” Jamie asked her softly.

“I’m nervous, Daddy,” she mumbled in reply, fingers fussing with her tutu. “I don’t want to dance alone.”

Before Jamie could even begin to stand, Tyler was up on his feet and reaching for Charlotte’s small hands. She sheepishly held onto a few of his fingers. 

“Would it help if Uncle Tyler danced with you?” he asked her softly, head ducked down to be level with her. “That way, you won’t be doing it alone.” 

“But you don’t know the moves,” Charlotte mumbled, eyes trained on the grain of the hardwood as Tyler swung their conjoined hands back and forth to try and cheer her up. 

Tyler laughed as he spoke, “Uncle Tyler can manage just fine, with a little help from some friends?” 

Jason Dickinson was up on his feet without another word, with Guri hot on his heels and Klinger right behind him. Bishop might have been flexible, but dancing wasn’t exactly his forte. He still rose to his feet to join everyone else who was gathering around Charlotte. Tyler reached out and grabbed Rads’ forearm, seeing as he hadn’t moved yet, and yanked him into the crowd. 

“Daddy!” Charlotte called out from his spot among his teammates, hidden from view. “Come dance too!” 

Jamie really, really wasn’t a dancer. Jamie wasn’t a lot of things. He wasn’t the most bold sort of guy, preferring to stay inside of his comfort zone most of the time. He was a good captain, but not by being outspoken. He led quietly by example. Jamie wasn’t the guy who ever thought he’d be a single dad. Hell, sometimes Jamie thought he was the guy who was going to be relegated to the fun uncle role for his entire life before Charlotte was born. Jamie wasn’t the guy who ever thought he’d need other people like he needed people now, like he needed his friends to make his daughter feel comfortable enough to practice for her dance recital, a sentence Jamie never thought would be among his list of concerns in life, because he always thought his ex-wife would be there to help and could handle this sort of thing he was particularly bad at. 

Most of all, Jamie never thought he’d hate Christmas, but he truly couldn’t wait for December 26th to come and for that godforsaken tree tucked in the corner that reminded him of everything he wasn’t, everything that he’d failed at, to go back into its box, for his daughter to be doing normal ballet recitals instead of ones of the Christmas variety, for everything to stop reminding him of the holiday he used to love. Still, Jamie rose to his feet from the floor and restarted the music, ready to sway as poorly to it as he did, because Charlotte had asked him to, like doing it didn’t make his chest ache and his head spin as he remembered that life he was supposed to have but never would. 

Tyler was the best worst dancer of the bunch, attempting to spin when Charlotte did, arms over his head doing his best impression of a five-year-old doing her best impression of a real ballerina. Jamie just swayed a little to the music, feet shuffling side to side. Rads was trying his hardest to be The Grinch, but it was increasingly hard to do with their teammates making fools of themselves for the sake of Charlotte Benn, Guri finding himself in the air courtesy of Jason and being spun like a top. John was swaying with admiration on his face, seeing this as his future with his own little girl. Charlotte’s giggle was drowning out a lot of the music. Rads ended up slow dancing with Tyler after a fight about which of them was actually right to lead. The fight lasted all of four second before Radulov took charge and started leading Tyler around the living room. Comeau and Dowling were swaying together, giving Jamie supportive looks because they understood what seeing her laughter meant to him on a level others didn’t.

The only thing that dulled the ache in his chest was Charlotte’s laughter. She loved Christmas still, something Jamie would never try to take from her. He didn’t want to pass any of his resentment and anger down to her like a tradition that should’ve died years ago. It would die with him. Jamie was determined to make it so. 

His teammates doing their best attempts at ballet meant for five-year-olds to The Nutcracker soundtrack with the fire crackling in the background was a pretty good way to make sure all Charlotte remembered from his Christmas was love and joy. Jamie scooped her up as the song ended, causing a fit of giggles to pour from her mouth. 

“You did so good, peanut!” Jamie tickled her a little as he spoke, heightening her giggles. “So good, right guys?” 

The chorus of approvals and cheers from his teammates made Charlotte's smile wide impossibly more.

“I think I’m going to do so good tomorrow at the re-re-recital,” Charlotte stuttered a bit as she spoke. The word recital was a difficult one for her. “Uncle Tyler should join. He’s a good dancer.” 

“Not as good at you, Miss Charlotte,” he assured her, ruffling her hair a little and making her giggle again in Jamie’s arms. 

Charlotte carried the smile she grew that evening with her all the way through to her recital the next day. Jamie dropped her off early, as he always did, and took his seat in the audience among the other eagerly waiting parents. He managed to find a prized seat at the end of the aisle, where Charlotte might actually have a chance at spotting him from the stage.

“Is the seat next to you taken?” 

Jamie lifted his eyes from his phone to see you standing there, coffee in hand despite it being seven at night two days before Christmas. You were beautiful and Jamie wondered who you were here with. He wasn’t able to make most dance practices or parent events, so he didn’t have a good idea of who you might be even though it made him feel like a worse dad for not knowing.

“Your Charlotte’s dad, right?” you asked him after clearing your throat. 

“Uh, yeah,” Jamie mumbled as he scrambled to his feet to let you get by and take the seat next to him. He dropped back into his seat when you did. “How’d you guess?”

“Well, she looks just like you,” you told him. “But also, figured you had to be the hot single dad everyone talks about in the moms’ group chat.”

Jamie threw his head back and laughed, “The moms’ group chat talks about how I’m hot?”

“Shhhh,” you shushed him softly. “Don’t rat me out as the source of that information though. You’ll get me kicked out of the chat and that chat is the only source of entertainment I have in my life that doesn’t involve a five-year-old.” 

Jamie nodded and put a hand over his heart, “Your secret is safe with me. Promise.”

“Better be, or I’ll have to kill you,” you joked, drawing another laugh that caused him to tip his head back and shift his hand over his stomach as he laughed with his whole body. 

As he came down from his laughter, the lights began to dim around you to signal the start of the show. You watched as various moms slipped into the aisle, phones outstretched, to record the show. You shook your head softly. The studio always recorded the show and sent it to all the parents after, and you were partial to watching her dance with your own eyes rather than through your screen. 

“Gonna get out there?” Jamie whispered to you. 

“Their teacher will send out the recording,” you shrugged. “I’d rather watch it.”

“Finally,” Jamie sighed, voice heavy with relief, “someone else gets me.”

“Maybe we should sit together at more of these,” you suggested to him as the lights went dark. “Single parents who don’t believe in watching the recital through their phones.”

Normally, especially now when trees stood in people’s living rooms and wreaths hung on front doors, the acknowledgement Jamie was in this alone with Charlotte, that she left them both, made him feel alone. When the words left your mouth, Jamie felt a sense of closeness, of kinship, of mutual understanding that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was natural, the way you two talked between dance numbers, about Charlotte, about your daughter, about hockey, about your work, about your lives. Jamie left that recital with your phone number burning a hole in his pocket and Charlotte’s hand in his, feeling like, for the first time in a long time that Christmas might still have some magic left in it after all.

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Bring Him Light - iv (King!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: The wedding and the consummation.

Warnings: poorly written SMUT (18+. Minors DNI), loss of virginity, mentions of character death, I forget to put this but there is an AGE GAP between Steve and the reader (the ages aren’t explicitly noted, Oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, breeding (but it’s not a kink?), Steve’s not an asshole (omg wow)

Word Count: 4k (got carried away)

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I hope you guys enjoy!

<- Last Part -=+=- Next Part ->

Two days went by quickly. It was a blur. In a blink of an eye, you weren’t standing in front of Steven in the halls of the castle, but was dawning on your wedding gown for the final time as your ladies and your mother fawned around you, trying to get you ready.

Wanda fluffed out the skirt and then fiddled with your hair, opting for a regal updo. Your mother smiled at you through the mirror as she smoothed out your shoulder. Natasha added the vail as soon as Wanda was finished.

“Don’t cry, mother,” you muttered when you noticed her teary eyes. She gave you a tight lipped smile as she laughed a bit and dabbed her eyes.

“Two weeks ago, you tried to run away because you didn’t want this day to come. Now, you’re standing before me in a wedding dress as the beautiful, blushing bride. I wonder what’s changed.” Your mother said. You detected a hint of sorrow in her voice. You deducted that it was her coming to realize that you were no longer her baby girl. You were to become a woman that night and crowned a queen soon enough.

“I’m still a virgin mother,” you lightly joked in an attempt to brighten her mood. It worked. She rolled her eyes and laughed. Natasha and Wanda giggled as they did the finishing touches.

You were trembling as you stood at the top of the staircase. You heard murmurs of excitement in the floor beneath you. Everyone eager to see the merge of House York and House Rogers. You stared at the bouquet in your shaking hands. White roses accented with tiny forget-me-nots. Wanda told you that King Steven handpicked them in the gardens.

You glanced back at Natasha who gave you an encouraging nod as the organ began to play. The crowd quickly fell into silence as you slowly descended from the top of the staircase. Each step was a weight being lifted from you. It became easier and easier – almost to the point where you felt as if you were floating as light as air.

Your father met you at the bottom of the staircase. He smiled at you as you revealed yourself to him for the very first time. He wasn’t teary-eyed like your mother. Perhaps it was because as a king – as a man – he refused to show any weakness.

“You look beautiful,” he muttered to you as he presented you his arm and you took it.

You weren’t sure where to look as you rounded the corner and made it to the open throne room doors. You felt all the stares on you at once. It made you want to shrink into yourself – disappear if you could. So, instead, you kept your own stare straight and you were glad you did.

At the end of the aisle stood King Steven. His hair had been cut and his beard was gone. He looked like his portraits. But there was something different. Perhaps it was the faint smile on his lips that quivered at the sight of you. Wait… No… it was the eyes. Portraits made his blue eyes, dark, cold, unnerving.

But in this light, the man standing, waiting for you to be at his side, had different eyes. Tearful yet joyful. Excited. He stared at you with adoration. The sunset that poured in through the massive windows made him a sight to behold.

Your father gave you a kiss on the forehead and a small nod as he pulled his arm away from you. He handed you over to the other king. The two exchanged a look. A father giving warning to his daughter’s future husband. Treat her right, your father’s look said.

You turned and handed your bouquet to Natasha before you and Steven kneeled before the bishop. The wedding contracts were brought out. Steven signed first. Your hands trembled as you took a grip on the quill. You glanced over at your parents, who smiled and nodded. There was no going back now – and perhaps, you didn’t want to. With a deep breath, you signed your name and the ceremony continued.

»————-　⚜　————-««

You fiddled with the tassels of the cloak that was wrapped around your shoulders. It was a Brooken tradition that the husband wraps his bride in a cloak, or a tapestry of some kind, to bring her under his protection. The music blared on as excited chatter flooded the hall.

You were exhausted and had just finished dancing with your husband. The entire kingdom – or at least the ones who were in the castle – saw a change in the king. They remembered his last wedding to Queen Sharon many years before and how he danced with his bride once before retiring to his seat for the entire evening.

That king was gone. They knew it from the moment he refused to let you leave the dancefloor, making you dance with him for what felt like ages. The king who rarely smiled or laughed was like a child on Christmas when he stared down at you, when he held you to him, when he kissed you gently on the lips.

The change was welcomed though whispers about your demise was still being spread. Sure, the king seemed happy now. They hoped you would make him happy for the rest of his life, but the idea that King Steven’s queens were cursed or the idea that the king kills his wives still hung in the air. But no one dared bring it up on this day. This day was to be a joyous day. Brooken has a new queen. Their king has a new wife.

As the night dwindled down, you’ve lost count of how many lords and ladies bowed before you and your husband, all wishing you blessings and fruitful lives. Many meant it. King Steven was the last of his line and without an heir, the throne would go to Brock Rumlow who others despised. They wished that you would bring the king a son. Many envious ladies bowed before you, all who wished they were the one at the king’s side. Even Lord Rumlow and Lord Pierce toasted to your health and happy marriage.

A woman came up to the royal table. She was the date of one of Steven’s distant cousins – far too distant that he had no chance of gaining support to take the throne in the event the king dies without an heir. You heard the whispers and snickers from the ladies of the court the moment the woman arrived. “Witch,” they said. Neither you nor Steven believed in magic but decided to entertain the woman out of respect for his cousin. As distant as he may have been, he was still family.

She began muttering foreign words. Gasps erupting around you. The foreign words, from a witch of all people, was perceived as a threat – was she cursing you? Was she wishing death upon you or the king? Your father stood up in outrage as did your husband. His cousin put up his hands when guards started to surround them.

“It’s a fertility spell, your majesties!” He defended. “A fertility spell for the new bride’s womb!” Steven visibly relaxed, settling back into his seat. His hand found yours underneath the table. You tried to soothe him and rubbed small circles with your thumb although you were also rattled, thinking this woman might been the cause of the “cursed wives” rumor. You clenched your jaw and thanked his cousin and the woman as soon as she finished.

“I find that mildly offensive,” your father said as soon as he left. You laughed although you subtly felt the same.

“He’s a distant cousin.” Steven reminded, slightly embarrassed that someone from his family had the audacity to bring in “magical” assistance – and here everyone in Brooken thought the Starks were a strange family.

“Of course,” you chuckled. He glanced over at you, entranced by your smile. The dress, the flowers, everything made you look angelic. Steven couldn’t help himself but lean in and capture your lips with his.

“Well, I guess it’s time, then.” Your father said with a chuckle. You pulled away from your husband’s lips and felt heat rise to your cheeks. It felt strange showing affection in front of your parents, especially since a fortnight ago you were refusing to marry the king you now called your husband.

It was announced that you and the king would retire for the consummation. The music played on as your guests continued to dance and socialize among themselves. As you both excited the hall, there were whoops and cheers from the crowd. Some whispered and hoped that you would conceive Brooken’s heir this night. Your husband gave your hand a last kiss before you were swept away by your ladies to prepare for your wedding night.

Wanda had undone your hair as soon as Natasha managed to undo all laces of the corset. You bit at your fingernails nervously as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were pale. A fear stricken young lady stood before you. Shivering and frightened, unsure of how tonight’s events would play out.

“Will it hurt?” You asked the two though you didn’t quite know why. They were both unwed. They were still maidens. Surely, they wouldn’t have any advice.

Wanda and Natasha glanced at one another, unsure of what to say. Should they lie to their queen? Say whatever they can to ease your nerves and lure you into a false sense of security when you lay with your husband for the first time? Or should they be truthful to their friend? Tell you the stories they hear from the whispers of other married women and the courtesans that entertained the unwed lords?

They chose to prepare you for what’s to come. There was no use in lying.

“It may, but just relax and breathe through it,” Natasha offered with a nervous smile. “The ladies say the men like to do the work, so let him work.”

Wanda put the cloak back on your shoulders, covering your night slip and your body underneath the heavy fabric. “Breathing is good.” She nodded. She wasn’t quite sure what else to tell you either. Your friend wanted to tell you that if it hurt too much to tell the king to stop, but she knew the advice would be pointless. As queen – as the king’s wife – it was your duty to bear him children at whatever cost and the marriage had to be consummated.

“We should go…” Natasha muttered. She put her hands on your shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

-=+=-

You were in the king’s bedchambers first. You were surprised to see that it was empty. You expected Steven to be inside already waiting for you. Your ladies bid you their farewells as they left, leaving you to sit on the giant bed and contemplate. You were shaking. Your leg started to bounce against the floor.

As you got lost in your thoughts, the chamber doors opened to reveal Steven. He wore a white night shirt with matching trousers. You gulped as you stood up, straightening out your nightgown and interlocking your fingers in front of your stomach. This was happening.

“How should you have me?” You asked. Your voice was barely above a whisper and shook as you spoke. Steven didn’t respond. The silence was deafening and you couldn’t bare sit in it for any longer.

He smiled. “Pardon?” He heard you, but he just wanted to hear you say it again. So, you repeated the words. Steven bit his lip that curled into a grin and shook his head, a laugh escaping him. Your face fell… was he not interested in you? Did you not … did you not arouse him? As if reading your mind, he rushed in front of you and took your hands in his. “I do not laugh to make fun of you, (Y/N). I simply found it amusing.”

“You find me amusing… and not arousing?” You questioned, feeling doubt and insecure.

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I simply mean that I have not heard a woman ask me that before I bedded her.” He pressed another kiss to your temple, inhaling that intoxicating scent. “I want you to enjoy this… This is your first after all.” He began to kiss his way down from your temple to your cheek, to your jaw, to your neck. You relished in the feeling, a tingling sensation taking over your body as he left open-mouthed kisses on the delicate skin of your neck. “If you’re uncomfortable, if it hurts – if I hurt you, please let me know.”

You nodded. You couldn’t find the words. Maybe it was because of your nerves, or perhaps you were drowning in the feeling of his lips on your skin. You weren’t quite sure.

He removed the cloak from your shoulders and began to kiss down to your collarbones as his fingers slowly began to unravel the loose ties of your nightgown. You were shaking, still. Before he considered pulling the gown off, he leaned in, ghosting over your lips with his before planting one gentle kiss.

“Are you okay?” He asked, cupping your jaw with one hand. You nodded. “Truthfully?”

“I’m frightened.” You admitted.

“Don’t be. I’ll be careful and if you tell me to stop, I will. God willing, we will have a lifetime of conceiving heirs ahead of us. It needn’t be done this night.”

“We must consummate the marriage.”

“Not at the expense of your comfort.”

“Please…” You murmured. “Please just touch me.”

Without another word, his lips found yours again. His hands scrunched at the skirt of the slip and slowly brought it up and over your body. He took a moment to admire you as the chilly night air met your skin. Goosebumps rose on your skin although you weren’t sure if it was from the air or from Steven’s stare. You felt your face flush as your hands instinctively tried to cover yourself.

“You’re beautiful,” Steven said. Gently unwrapping your arms from your body as if you were a present. He led you to the massive bed. His eyes never left yours as he removed his nightshirt, baring himself to you.

Your eyes widened. Of course, you were aware of the king’s massive build. His fancy clothes and coats did not hide his shoulders very well. He was like one of his sculptures – absolutely breathtaking. He slowly started to pull his trousers down, so you bashfully looked away, feeling your face heat up even more.

Steven crawled over you, placing a tender kiss to your lips. His hands brushed your hair away from your face, cupping you with his massive palms. You felt something hard rub against your thigh. You weren’t naïve enough to be unsure of what it was… You knew.

He licked at your bottom lip. You weren’t sure what that meant so you paid it no mind. One of his hands abandoned your face and slowly slithered down to your slickening folds. You moaned when he stroked against a bud within the folds. He took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth and you didn’t hate the feeling.

You remembered Natasha’s advice – “let him work” – and decided to let him dominate the kiss and the pace. Your skin tingled as your lower region increasingly became heated underneath Steven’s ministrations.

He kissed your lips once more before slowly descending down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin. Your eyes widened in realization and embarrassment as you tried to pull yourself from underneath him, but his hands grabbed at your thighs and held you in place.

“Steven – “

“Trust me.” He muttered, staring up at you from between your thighs. When you relaxed into his touch, he gave one broad-tongued lick to your folds. The sensation made you threw your head back into the pillows with your eyes closed.

Steven pulled apart your lower lips and focused his tongue on the same bud. You couldn’t hold in the moans that escaped you. Your hands blindly lost themselves in his golden locks. You couldn’t help imagine how this would feel if Steven hadn’t shaved his beard.

He had you gasping. Your walls were clenching around nothing until he slowly inserted a finger. You flinched, but his tongue working its way through you dulled the ache. With the single finger, he stroked against your walls, exploring your tight channel. A coil started to tighten in your stomach. He groaned against your cunt and your thighs clenched his head, holding him in place – not that he minded.

Another finger was pushed into you which caused you to squeak. A spark was sent through your body. “Steven…” you murmured, but he didn’t respond, too caught up in you. He thrusted and curled his fingers as you clenched. His tongue was relentless as if you were a fine wine that he couldn’t get enough of. “St – Steven…” You moaned your husband’s name as you felt the coil snap and you felt yourself gush around the king’s fingers. He returned your moan with his own as he lapped up your juices.

Your chest was rising and falling heavily as your thighs released their hold on the king’s head. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his smirk. His lips and chin shined in the candlelight. His tongue darted out of his mouth, lapping up what was left of you on his lips and fingers, using the back of his hand to wipe away his chin.

“You alright?” He asked you.

“Wh – What happened?”

Steven smiled at you. You were so innocent. You were a sight to behold beneath him. Naked with your exposed skin covered in a sheen of sweat and lips swollen from his kiss. “You orgasmed,” he told you. You flushed at his words. “Are you ready, my love?” You nodded.

It was only then you saw his member for the first time. Your eyes widened at the sight. You remembered your comment to one of your father’s councilmen – “men who are well endowed give their wives sons.”

If you did fall pregnant this night, you were certain that the king would breed a son within you.

Steven was kneeling between your knees. He bent your legs and widened them, giving him a better look at your dripping cunt. He pumped his member a few times and teased you with the tip.

You took a deep breath and winced as the head penetrated you. Slowly, he started to push into you, watching his cock enter you. You felt your entire body clench as you struggled to accommodate to his sizeable girth.

The pressure, the stretch it felt unbearable. You winced and groaned out in pain. Steven stopped moving.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“It… It’s fine.” You answered with a strained voice. The king shook his head and began to retreat from within you, but you shook your head as your legs unraveled to wrap around his torso, keeping him in place. His movements halted as he stared at you with concern. “Keep going…” You begged. “Please…”

Hesitantly, the king began to push into you again. After long beats of intense pressure and the feeling of being torn open, the king had finally sheathed his length into your maidenhood. He leaned over your body so that he completely entrapped you underneath him. He peppered your face – cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, anything his lips could touch – with light kisses as he whispered sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

“Can I move?” He whispered. You nodded.

Slowly, the king pulled out little by little only to gently push right in, acquainting your walls with him. On one particular thrust, you jolted as he grazed a sweet spot you didn’t even know existed. You felt a rush of pleasure despite still being in a bit of pain. Steven reveled in your reaction as your winces soon became moans.

His thrusts were gentle although he had begun a steady speed. He groaned into your ear – the sound going straight into your hot core. “You feel so good,” his voice was like a growl.

The sound of skin slapping was faint, muddled by the pleasure-riddled sounds that left yours and Steven’s lips. Sensitive from your previous orgasm, you already felt that familiar coil begin to tighten. You involuntarily clenched around the king’s cock. He groaned at the sensation, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He gently bit at the skin and kissed the bruises that formed.

“Steve – Steven!” You moaned, your back caving as the coil snapped for a second time that night. Your walls were like a vice on the king, milking him and tempting him.

He moaned out your name in kind, slamming his hips into yours which made you gasp. A warm feeling spread throughout your sex. The king stayed inside of you. His head still buried into your neck. Both of you were breathing heavily, attempting to catch your breath.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, kissing the delicate skin of your décolletage. Still breathless, you shook your head. Steven pulled away from your neck and grabbed one of the many pillows behind you. Carefully, he pulled out of you – you winced at the sudden emptiness – and placed the pillow underneath your waist, elevating your pelvis. You thought if this was another Brooken tradition, but then realized it was to keep his seed inside of you.

Steven settled to your side. An arm wrapping around your stomach as he nuzzled into your body. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, and you turned your head to stare at him.

“I … “you said but stopped yourself. You clenched your jaw, unsure of how to recover. You felt butterflies in your stomach – though, it could’ve just been the king’s seed.

Steven leaned in to kiss you gently. You smiled against his lips. Perhaps, this life could be great after all.

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Your parents were quiet on their journey home. It’s been three days since your wedding. Your mother teased your father about your sudden radiance as you walked through the castles. They would miss your coronation, but they did have their own kingdom to handle.

The joys of the wedding were left at Brooken as they embarked on their journey back to York. Your mother’s teasing nature and happy smiles were gone as she stared out the carriage window. Your father had a gloomy expression to match.

“I hope she gets pregnant soon…” Your mother muttered.

“I’d rather not talk about my daughter’s sexual escapades.” Your father half-joked. His mood didn’t brighten.

“We should’ve told her.”

“If we told her, she wouldn’t have gotten married and she would’ve pushed to be brought home.” Your father sighed. He raised a fighter. An arguer. A bright young woman that was now a queen.

“She has a right to know.” Your mother reasoned.

“You were alone with her more than I was. You had the chance to tell her. Why didn’t you?” Your father snapped. His wife stayed silent. The tension in the carriage was so thick that a blade wouldn’t even cut through it.

Queen Virginia sniffled. Your father’s hard expression softened as he wrapped his arm around his queen, pulling her to his side. She curled into his chest as she began to cry.

“It’s not fair. It’s not fair that I will outlive my own son.” Your mother cried. Her voice cracked as a sob escaped her. The words broke Tony’s heart. “I brought him into this world. He was meant to be a king…”

“No one could’ve foreseen his illness,” your father soothed. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her arms to comfort her.

“He will leave us in a few months’ time… Will she even have the opportunity to say goodbye?”

“It’s better she doesn’t know. She will leave Steven’s side and he will be crushed when his queen refuses to stay by him.”

“She deserves to say goodbye to her brother, Tony.”

“I agree, my love,” your father sighed. “But when the time comes, when Harvey dies and I, god willing, long after, she will truly unite the north. The North will be one under her rule as the rightful queen of York and Brooken. Long may (Y/N) Rogers reign.”

[putas-in-suffering]

I wish u would write a story about angel being in love with a stripper but being cool with it and always coming in to support his lady 😉

Okay, sucias....strap in because we took this idea and ran with it. Because guess what? Your putas have zero chill 🙃🙃. We had hella fun writing this and now that the universe has been created, who knows? Maybe we’ll explore it some more 😏

Anyway, take a read and let us know what you think! Besos 💋💖

*We added a Part 2! Check it out here.

You threw your robe on, hastily tying it so that you could go meet your boyfriend. You’d seen him walk in at the start of your dance, eyes captivating you as you gyrated on stage and slid down the pole in the center. He was your biggest fan. Your loudest cheerleader. He was unlike any man you’d been with. Fully supportive of you and your chosen career path. And you were going to do everything in your power to make sure you kept him.

Your six-inch heels clicked on the sleek black floor as you maneuvered through the throngs of bodies in the crowded club. Men tried to garner your attention, hoping you’d stop and pay them a visit. Most knew not to reach out and touch, but some had to be reminded. If you couldn’t send the message, the security team surely would.

You headed towards the small section that the MC liked to hold up in, the area still visible from the main stage but secluded for private dealings. Your man always sat at the bar when you performed, his eyes focused on you and only you. And you danced for only him. Every night. Even if he wasn’t there. You thought of nothing but him as you touched yourself and got lost in the hypnotizing beat of the music, feeling the breeze of crisp bills being thrown at your nude form. It was a high like nothing else. One that Angel Reyes had only made better since he’d strolled into your life.

You walked through the thin curtains that sectioned off the area, smiling when your eyes met Angel’s. He was sitting on the end of a long, curved booth, unlit cigarette propped in his mouth. You walked over, butterflies in your stomach as he opened his tattooed arms to you. He spread his legs, letting you stand between them as he looked up at you.

“Hi,” You greeted, leaning down to hover over his lips.

He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, pocketing it inside of his leather.

“Hi,” He mirrored, a smirk hidden beneath his facial hair.

You met in a kiss, the action becoming increasingly inappropriate as his hands began to wander under the sheer pink fabric of your robe. His hand skimmed the back of your thighs, meeting the flesh of your ass. You’d changed into a rhinestone bra and panty set, a favorite of his.

Your fingers threaded through his beard, feeling his tongue persuading yours further and further into his own mouth. He tasted like beer and mint, his cologne permeating the air over the usual scent of sex and smoke in the club.

“Hey! If you wanna give a free show can you at least move so we can see better!” Creeper yelled across the booth, effectively ending the moment.

You both pulled away to the snickers and chuckles of the other men, neither of you the least bit embarrassed. Angel’s fingers worked under the thin waistband of your panties, snapping the material against your skin as he licked his lips.

He was positively sinful.

And he was perfect for you.

“Did you like it?” You asked, heavily made up eyes blinking down at him in anticipation.

“Fuck yeah, mama. Made me hard watching you up there.” He confessed, his words making you shiver. His hands continued to roam your body, touching any patch of bare skin he could, which was a lot considering what you were wearing.

You beamed down at him, pleased by his praise.

“Really?” You asked seductively, leaning down once again to let what was left of your lipgloss stick to his bearded lips. You let your arms encircle his neck, playing with the raven ends of his slicked back hair.

His face was level with your breasts, his gaze flicking from them to your face. You pushed them together, arching your back so that they practically touched his nose. He moved the opening of your robe out of the way so that he could have access to your cleavage. You pushed your chest out further, silently begging him to touch you there. He rubbed his face into the pillowy flesh, his beard burning as his lips planted gentle kisses.

You closed your eyes against the intoxicating sensations, your body falling into him more as he supported you. He was sturdy and strong against you; his hard lines complimenting your soft curves. It was as if you both had the other under some kind of spell. The power each of you had to get lost in the other was almost incomprehensible. The chemistry. The tension. It made for an explosive union between two wild souls.

A wadded up napkin hit Angel in the back of the head, interrupting his exploration of your body.

“Lover boy! Some of us don’t wanna pop boners right now.” Gilly teased, chin gesturing to the fact that Angel’s hands were dangerously close to revealing your bare breasts to the men.

While you were a dancer and the men had seen you dance before, you had given no one but Angel a lap dance. They could watch from afar but touching was obviously off limits. It was a boundary that not only felt natural, but was also laid in place out of respect.

You both straightened, though Angel’s hands were still connected to your body. You smiled and finally waved at the group of bikers, the brood now as much your family as they were Angel’s. The line got fuzzy when you factored in Angel’s actual brother being there and seeing you naked. But neither seemed to have an issue with it.

“I sent a round over for you guys. Did you get it?” You asked, gesturing to the lowered tabletop that sat a few feet in front of them. Beer bottles and ashtrays littered the surface, random stacks of cash adding to the mosaic of debauchery.

“Yeah, thanks for that sweetheart.” Bishop said with a kind smile and wink, holding his new beer in his hand.

“Perks of dating a dancer.” You teased as Angel turned to face the rest of the guys, taking you with him and settling you into his lap. You sat on his thigh, legs crossed as he held you in place.

“Among other things.” He added slyly, wiggling his eyebrows comically. The action forced EZ to shake his head and laugh, the man unwilling to hear about his brother’s sexual escapades.

You got comfortable as you started to catch up with the guys, laughing and joking over the hum of music. A few of the other dancers made their way back to work over some of the men as they perched in their laps. You’d already given the crew a heads up on which girl was worth their time and money and which wasn’t.

You noticed EZ eyeing a girl across the bar. She was newer to the club, but popular among the patrons. She went by Luna and she was a sight to behold. Long dark hair with eyes to match and skin that tanned a warm caramel shade. She had a killer figure and had easily become a top earner amongst the dancers.

An idea popped into your head and you decided to give it a shot.

“Ezekiel,” You called, gaining his attention and beckoning him closer to you and Angel.

“What’s up?” He asked as he settled next to his brother, taking a pull from the beer clutched in his hand.

“You like her?” You asked, gesturing to the woman he’d been checking out near the bar. She’d made her way closer now, perusing the private sections for customers.

“Like her?”

“Yeah, you think she’s attractive...” You explained, hoping he’d take the bait.

He nodded. “She’s pretty.”

Angel scoffed next to him, clearly seeing where you were going with this. You playfully shoved at his chest, daring him to do more. He didn’t.

“Her name’s Luna. I can call her over if you want.”

“I don’t need help pulling women.” EZ said, chuckling as he did.

“I know. But she’s good. One of the better ones. New to the club. I think you’d like her.” You explained, shifting when you felt Angel lift his hips into your thighs.

“Oh, so you’re trying to set me up.” EZ accused, his head already shaking in response.

“Come on, EZ...” You pleaded, reaching for his arm. “She’s a nice girl. I think you two would hit it off. And if not, you get a bomb ass lap dance.” You reasoned, pleased to see him mulling it over.

“Live a little, lil brother.” Angel goaded, bumping EZ’s leg with his own. “She’s hot. My girl’s got good taste.” He said with a boyish smirk, kissing your neck.

“Alright, alright...if you guys will stop.” EZ finally relented, sighing as if he couldn’t believe he was letting you do such a thing.

You clapped, excited to play matchmaker for someone as deserving as EZ.

“I’ll be right back.” You said as you stood, adjusting your robe.

You stepped out of the sheer fortress of curtains and made your way over to Luna. She spotted you immediately, smiling in relief. She’d had trouble making friends. She was new and most of the other dancers felt threatened by her presence. You’d been friendly with her, instantly getting a feel for her personality. She was chill and super sweet. A perfect match for EZ.

“Hey, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Okay...a customer?” She asked, taking your outstretched hand and following behind you.

“Yeah. He’s really cute...a gentleman.” You said vaguely, not wanting to scare her off by saying you wanted to set them up. You figured you’d let the moment run it’s course and see what happened.

You pulled her into the section with you, noticing the way Angel and EZ were leaning close to each other and whispering. Upon seeing you, they pulled apart and straightened. You stepped towards Angel and pulled Luna along, placing her in front of EZ.

“Luna, this is EZ. He’s Angel’s brother.” You introduced, noticing the way Angel was looking between your clutched hands and scantily clad bodies. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head, his eyes giving away everything he was thinking. All filthy. All explicit. You felt your entire body heat at the notion.

“Hi EZ,” Luna greeted softly, the raspy tone of her voice making the words sound more sexual than they should.

You let go of her hand as she moved towards the younger Reyes brother and settled into his lap. EZ welcomed her, his massive arms surrounding her as they spoke in low voices.

A tug on your hand made you look towards Angel, his eyes now black and hooded with desire. You let him pull you back into his lap, but this time you straddled him. His hands immediately attached to your ass, his pelvis pressing into yours, letting you feel his growing hardness.

“What’s got you all riled up, baby?” You whispered into his ear, feeling him shudder in response. You nibbled at his flesh, biting and sucking on his earlobe as your hips began to swivel in his lap.

“You.”

He groaned when you began sucking harshly at his neck, his admission ratcheting up your arousal. You were wet and ready for him, desperate to have him inside you.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’d let Angel fuck you in the club, but you weren’t going to do it with all his brothers around. You’d have to wait. Sooner or later the MC would leave and Angel would hang back, ensuring you made it home safe. Under the guise of giving a dedicated lap dance, you’d fuck yourself on his cock in the empty section. You never got caught. But even if you did, nothing could be done. No one wanted to started trouble with the MC.

The perks of dating a Mayan.

The shifting of the couch pulled you from your spot nuzzled into Angel’s neck. His finger was lifting the edge of your panties to feel you when you stopped, his touch halting when he realized your focus was elsewhere.

Luna was pulling EZ behind her, his hand grasped in hers as she led him away. They were going to the private rooms.

You smiled, mentally patting yourself on the back.

“You’re proud of yourself, huh?” Angel asked with nod to his brother’s retreating form.

You settled into his lap again, your attention now back to the man in your life. You played with the buttons on his shirt and then traced your pink nails over the patches on his leather. His rings felt icy agaisnt your skin as his hands ran up and down your thighs and ass.

You were absolutely head over heels for this man.

“Yeah I am.” You stated with a smug smile, circling your hips to the slow, sensual beat playing through the speakers. “I’ve got good instincts.”

“You do?”

“I got you, didn’t I?” You challenged, raising a well-manicured brow at him.

“I thought I picked you up.” He said, running his mouth over your neck and chest.

“Not a chance, baby.”

He surprised you by slapping your ass...hard. The slap echoed as you gasped and then giggled, the sting sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. The sound caught the attention of the rest of the guys, but they quickly went back to their conversations when they realized what it was, some rolling their eyes as they did.

“Let’s go to the back. Dance for me, mama.” He softly demanded as he kissed your chin, hand lightly gripping your neck. 

You were unable to deny him. It was frowned upon to take your significant other to a private room for a lap dance. There was a risk of sexual activities taking place and that wasn’t allowed. Though that didn’t stop you and Angel. And usually there were cameras in the rooms for safety purposes, but you knew for a fact they were broken and hadn’t been in working order in quite some time.

“Okay, Daddy...”

You led him to the hallway of closed doors, music booming from behind each one. You found one that was unoccupied and stepped in, shutting the door. Angel immediately began kissing you, his hands grasping at your breasts through the thin layer of bedazzled lingerie.

You managed to break away and push him towards the black leather couch, shedding your robe as you did. He did as you wanted, already knowing the drill.

He sat there, thighs spread and dick hard. He looked dangerous and you knew if he asked you to kill for him, you probably would. He owned every part of you. And under the cover of darkness, you were going to let him have all of those parts...and then some.

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Title: En Prise (2/18)

Summary:  

Hange already had the innate analysis skills and the quick wittedness to excel in the classroom. Chess should have come easy for her. As she processed her fifth loss to the man in front of her, she started to understand that there was more to the game than meets the eye.

College AU! Levi is a little too good at chess and Hange gets roped into studying the game further.

Link to cross-postings: AO3

Link to other chapters: 1

Notes: Netflix has this new show out called “Queen’s Gambit” which makes chess look like I pretty good driver for a story. Attack on Titan has its fair amount of chess motifs as well and that’s when I knew a Chess AU has to exist somewhere in the fandom. With that, Levihan AU came into existence.

Hange found herself going on walks at the same time everyday when the air was a little cooler, the sunlight a little dimmer. She followed the same route she made on her first day. She never did enter the bar though, slightly conscious of the fact that she would be obligated to buy something if she did and at that point, she had no money to spare.

She settled for looking through the window as she walked, disappointed every time to find the same disappointing scene of empty chairs and an empty table on that one corner.

The first few days, she had attributed it to life. Maybe his day job just gets busy. No one can earn just playing chess.

A few days went by though, then the weekend, and he never did come back. Maybe he wasn’t a regular hustler? Maybe he was a dream?  Hange quickly abandoned that last thought, her empty wallet attested to the existence of that boy.

She decided that the night before classes would be her deadline. That late afternoon, she allowed herself one long look at the window, long enough at least for the owner to come out.

"May I help you?"

"The chess player who sat at the table on the corner…" Hange did not have to say too much else.

"Ahh you’re talking about Levi. Sadly I can't say when he'd be back. He usually only comes back at the most once a month to play."

"So he's been doing this for a while?"

"Since he was much younger.” The man answered. He turned to Hange and sighed. “Look,  He's a good kid. He pays for food and compensates any damages."

But he hustled me. Hange sensed the contempt she kept in her tone, as she asked the first few questions. He must have noticed it as well. It was apparent in the man's tone that he at least had some emotional attachment to the young boy.

"So this Levi guy… Would you know where I can find him?"

The owner shrugged. "Never told me. The kid doesn’t talk much."

He talks enough to hustle at least. Hange thought to herself. She could not help but remember that he had talked a fair amount for her to at least have been surprised at the bar owner’s comment. It was a particularly glaring fact since chess was a game which is supposed to be played in silence.

"Thank you. Will check back again next time then." Hänge was quick to turn around as she felt a wave of disappointment. She had no idea what type of face she was making at that moment but she bent her head down just in case.

"Do you really need the money?”

Hange looked back at the owner, the loss of her money once again painful.. “Excuse me?”

“The money he hustled from you, I mean.”

“Yes. I do.”

“Will you starve without the money?”

“No.”

“Then give the boy a break. That boy has gone to my bar long enough, something tells me that the games are all he has.”

                               En Prise      

School was a good distraction.

The fact that chess was a part of her curriculum was the only thing that made it difficult for her to completely forget the man who had welcomed her her first night. One relieving yet somehow disappointing thing to note was her professor in PE seemed more interested in making them read up on openings and present them on screen.

Zoe, you'll be assigned the Pirc Modern.

She had expected at first to be playing and maybe reliving the frustration of losing again and again in blatantly winning positions. Studying opening theory turned out to be a respite for Hange and she found herself treating the game like any other subject.

Every night, she prepared for her lectures in chemistry, then biology, then statistics, always ending her days by opening an online chess database and replaying games on the modern opening.

Her days in her chess class would start with quizzes to identify common formations. Hange was surprised to find that most of them had names.

Every time they called out the openings and presented them on the board, Hange was brought back to the large shelf in the bookstore, with what could have been a hundred books about chess. As the students read out of index cards explaining the theories behind the first opening moves, Hange was made aware of the thousands of possibilities just by the first five moves.

Of course they would have books about these.

The first pawn moves. Where they place the knight. Where they place their bishops. Where they castle.

Every decision, every move mattered. Somehow, chess was starting to make her as excited as biology and chemistry did for so long.

The Pirc Modern opening is an opening for black as a reply to the king's pawn opening for white. It is characterized by an opening reply where black plays the pawn in front of their own queen one step forward, with plans of casting king's side with a fianchettoed bishop for added protection.

When she researched her own opening and saw it played out on the board, she could not help but think that that was one of the openings Levi had played against her that night. The thirst for some sort of conclusion at having lost so miserably to that particular opening she had to study came over her and she approached it like an opponent.

It was a relatively straight forward opening. All the first ten moves were booklines and even if white did change the move order, the game usually ended up with the same position. When Hange had played it herself, she had gone through what she had deemed most logical and had gone for the center early on.  Her research introduced the possibility of  something more aggressive, an idea to close the center, castle queenside with an idea of a pawn storm towards the king.

That was the idea she introduced during her own presentation.

"That's a great idea Zoe. May I remind you though that you only needed to discuss the first ten moves and the resulting position."

Hange looked up at the board she flashed on the screen, only to realize then that she had presented thirty moves all leading up to the rook exchange sacrifice on the h file and the inevitable mate.

"Oh really?" Hänge looked back at her classmates to see that most, if not everyone were all focused elsewhere, the most attentive being those staring blankly at the screen. "Thank you for listening then."

Hange packed up her laptop and made her way to her place at the side of the room.

"It looks like everyone has already presented their openings. Since we don't have much time anymore, just prepare for next week. We'll be playing actual games then."

"Nice one Zoe. At least we don't have to actually play yet."

Hange was packing her bag when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked back to see that the student had already passed her through the crowd of students. It was nothing new. Most students were usually in a hurry to get out since the physical education department where they had classes was a good ten minute walk away from most other classrooms.

Other students with no classes right after, probably just preferred not to be there and it was obvious. It was one of the easier classes which did not require much physical work nor did it require the difficult choice of whether to take a shower after class or be sweaty and stinky the whole day.

The opening presentations proved to be a pleasant surprise for most people as it turned out that most students did not have to actually think beyond making a presentation and reading off index cards to actually pass the class. It had been at least a month since the start of classes and even she had forgotten for a second that chess was mainly a game of war and not just a subject for research and analysis.

Hange guessed that most of the students at the most would play the openings they had to present about. Just in case, she prepared.

On the nights leading up to her next class, she had started to memorize the most common replies to each possible opening.

Those nights, she actually dreamt of the characteristic checkered board.

                                       En Prise

"Zoe. I want to introduce you to someone."

In the midst of the bustle as students were assigned partners to play with, Hange was surprised and utterly confused to find that her name had not been on the list passed around. She had not completely processed the unexpected turn of events when her professor approached her about it. "Yes sir?"

"This is Moblit Berner. He'll be playing you today."

Hange looked up to see her professor and behind him, someone who looked to be a fellow student. Oddly enough, he was not among the faces Hange had gotten used to the past month she had been attending chess classes.

Chess is chess. Hange did not think too much of it. The pit in her stomach that made itself when she could not find her name on the list, disappeared soon after she lead her to the nearest board and placed a white pawn in front of her.

"You'll be playing white.” He looked up at her.” You can call me Moblit by the way. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

Moblit started to tinker with the clock. "You've used a chess clock before I imagine."

“Actually… No.” Hange had played enough games online to know chess games were timed. That was the first time though she would be playing a timed one with someone right in front of her.

For a moment Moblit’s expression changed to that of utter surprise. “Let me set it up in front of you then.”  

“We’ll be playing a rapid game. Twenty minutes with a five second increment for every move.” He positioned the clock to Hange’s left, angling it so she could watch as he scrolled through different options. “Meaning when you move, you get an extra five seconds.”

“You ready?” Moblit held out his hand for Hange to shake. That was only the second time she has ever played a live game. The last time Hange had played one was with Levi. Back then, there was no clock. Her opponent hadn’t even bothered to shake her hand. Hange found herself a little more pissed off at Levi’s audacity.

“Ready.”

Hange opened up with the king’s pawn. Moblit responded by moving his own king’s pawn one step forward.

The French Opening.

Hange had read a fair amount about it to know it was not played by aggressive players. Another familiar one opening Levi had played against her. He had quickly sacrificed a piece for a pawn though and that opening that generally transitions to peaceful middle game, quickly transitioned to an aggressive attack for Levi.

Moblit played by the book lines of the Tarrasch opening. Hange was aware of the quick mating attacks that could follow his more mild approach towards the position.

He castled kingside and Hange only had to look at her five miserable loses to Levi to see the potential for a mating attack. A few moves into the start of the middle when Moblit played his flank pawn forward, Hange saw an opening for a mating sacrifice.  

It was like something possessed her for a split second. Hange took the pawn sticking out from the formation with her bishop. Hange only came to terms with the gravity of the sacrifice when she made eye contact with Moblit who did not look at all like he was taken by surprise at it. He took the bishop with his pawn.

Hange froze. Was it the wrong move?

It was like all the variations which Hange had thought up just a few seconds ago disappeared from her head. She was blank. She tried to push herself to think beyond that. She desperately looked up at her opponent, for inspiration, something random, unexpected to break the block that materialized in her thinking space.

Moblit’s face was unreadable. His movements were slow, careful. Although Hange recalled a slight tremble in his hands when took her bishop, with the way he looked at the board, Hange could not help but even doubt her own memory.

She looked back down at the board, trying instead to focus on what her next plan would be. Too taken aback and frustrated by her own impulsive decision though, Hange was frozen on the spot.

Her mind had become a blank slate. And that blank slate was what led to a losing end game. When the smoke had cleared, Hange was a clear two pieces down with little to no compensation.

Hange raised one out her hand in surrender. “Thank you for the game.” Hange said.  

Moblit’s eyes were wide in surprise as he took Hange’s hand. “You’re resiging?”

“There’s no way I could win now.”

“The attack was amazing. To be honest, I was a few moves until mate. It looked like you just held back at that last part. If you just brought your knight into the attack. I would have had no way to defend it.”

By the time Moblit had mentioned that last part, the pieces were close to fixed and Hange could not imagine their last position for the life of her. The embarrassment and frustration at having frozen on the spot and having lost so miserably, had her wanting to forget it at that moment. In truth, she knew would have wanted to analyze it in time. The researcher inside her was scolding her for having given up a good opportunity to learn and discover.

That only left Hange more frustrated at the recent developments. Hange pushed aside her chair and grabbed her bag more roughly than she had intended. She actually felt bad for Moblit who had jumped at her movements.

She peeked at her phone. Ten minutes before class is over. “Just tell coach what happened.” Hange said as she walked out.

She had already exited the building and was already strategizing the fastest way to the library where she could prepare for her next class. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked back to see Moblit.

“What do you want?” Hange asked.

“Do you know why your professor made us play?”

“Are you his friend or something?” Hange gave Moblit a onceover. She did not recognize him as a classmate at all.

“I’m part of the chess team actually and we need to recruit an extra player so I asked your professor for help. He said you’d be the best one there. And you play pretty well, so you might be interested.”

“I’ve never played competitively in my life. You’re better off finding someone else.”

“I  think you’re good.” Moblit paused for a moment. “Okay not good good, but good enough to hold your own against seasoned players at least. Just give the team a chance.”

“And how many times a week do you train?” Hange asked, an attempt at proving her inability to commit more than anything else.

“Four times a week.”

Hange thought back to the amount of classes she had, the research she wanted to undertake. “Would I even have time for this.”

“Athletes don’t have to take PE classes so that’s one class off your plate.” Moblit suggested weakly.

That proposition was far from weak in Hange’s eyes though.

                                      En Prise

The chessroom was a small room hidden along the hallways that snaked through the sides of their basketball courts which connected the locker rooms to the stadium. For prestigious universities, with famous basketball teams that expected hoards of fans every season, the gyms were large enough to at least house those confusing mazes of hallways. In fact, Hange soon realized as she followed Moblit through the hallways that she would have never found it through directions alone. Someone really had to guide her through the first time.  

From the entrance of the basketball court, the only way to get there was the narrow hallway that opened up from a doorway she could have mistaken for a janitor's closet.

To her surprise though, the narrow and dark hallways came with echoes of clicks and clacks. As she walked through, the clicks only got louder. Moblit did not look at all bothered by that sound. As Hange followed him into the room at the end of the hallway, she was quick to understand why.

The room was notably spacy when compared to the narrow hallway she had just gone through a while ago. To the corner of the room were four players, three boys and one girl, playing what looked like speed cheese. The source of the clicks, from their quick taps on the clock. The source of the clacks, the sound of pieces hitting the mat spread out on the table.

One particularly large clack rang out as one of the boys in the closer boards slammed his king on the board. "We're playing again!"

"You lost three games in a row already. Just stop trying to sacrifice pieces so recklessly. You're not Levi."

Levi…  

"So this is our chessroom." Moblit said as he guided her in. "And this is our team."

That name was pushed to the back of her mind as Moblit brought her to the table to introduce her to every one of them. Their names went into one ear and out the other though, that one mention of Levi was fighting for control in her mind.

"You mentioned a Levi?"

"Why? You wanna play him?"  The blonde answered, looking particularly annoyed at the mention of that name. "Why don’t you play one of us first?."

"Actually, I have no plans of playing---."

"In fact, I've been practicing Levi's opening lines---" The blonde ended up biting his tongue as the girl next to him pushed him away.

"Sorry for the rude introduction from Oluo over here. My name is Petra. " The girl said.

"She's our new recruit." Moblit answered.

"So you finally found a replacement." The blond man on the other side stood up and walked toward Hange.  "Nice to meet you. Name's Eld."

"Wait what… replacement?"

"Gunther here can't play the season because of grades so we had Moblit try to find us a quick replacement. You have experience playing competitive chess?"

"Online?" Hange suggested.

"You got someone here with no experience playing competitive chess and her first day you bring her is when we have a simulation match with Levi. You might end up having to look for a new recruit after today." The man who had bitten his tongue a while ago looked like he had quickly recovered enough to at least laugh at Hange without wincing.  "Have you at least prepared mentally to get your ass beaten by him?"

Levi… "I feel like I've gotten my ass beaten by this person you're talking about already." Hange replied. There were only so many Levis in the vicinity who play good chess right?

                                        En Prise

Levi had a disinterested look about him which made Hange wonder what went through his head half the time. She could not help but note that that was probably why he played chess so well.

She could never tell if he was taken by surprise. When Levi entered the chess room and made eye contact with her, Hange had to focus most if not all her energy into placating that flash of recognition and softening that boiling feeling inside her. Was it anger? Or was it excitement?

Either way, it manifested as frustration at seeing the Levi's poker face. Did he recognize her?  

“This is Hange Zoe. She’ll be joining our team from today.”

"You owe me money!" Hänge said, louder than she had intended. From her peripherals, she could see Petra jumping in surprise.

"I don't remember owing anyone any money." Levi replied, his tone as disinterested as his face.

"You hustled me." Hange accused.

"I don't hustle people." Levi said calmly.

"This guy is your teammate? This guy plays competitive chess? He hangs out in bars and hustles random people over chess games.” Hange challenged. “And you get this dirty guy to represent our school?

Petra looked uncomfortable. As Hange scanned their faces, she could see they all were looking for something else to focus on.

“Erwin asked me to play all of you today since he can’t make it to training.” Levi turned to Hange. “ WIll you be joining us today?” He had said it so politely and calmly yet  had completely ignored her accusation only a second ago. That was enough to get Hange’s blood boiling.

“She’s our new recruit. I think it would be a good experience if she plays too.” It was Moblit who had answered for her.”

“Wait, play with this dirty man? He might steal my money again.” Hange protested.

Levi sighed. “Zoe, let’s make a deal then, if you beat me here, I’ll give you back the money you bet. How does 500 dollars sound?” So he did recognize her.

500 dollars. That was more than what she had lost for sure. “There must be some catch to this.”

Levi shrugged. “Just stop with these accusations so we don’t waste anymore time. Erwin’s gonna get angry if we don’t finish the game today.”

Hange could only watch as Levi and the other players pulled out a long table from the side and set up chess boards and placed the chess clocks on the table.

Hange sat next to Petra. The latter grabbed the chess clock from Hange’s left side and set it up. “55 minutes with a 10 second increment”

“Everyone has to play their best opening for white. Erwin’s orders.”

“It’s not like you’re actually gonna play a bookline anyway so what’s the point.” Oluo commented.

Everyone ignored him.

Hange watched from her seat as Levi walked through all the tables. From her place she could see that Eld had moved already. What move he was playing, she could not tell. Levi quickly replied to Eld’s first move.

Beside her, Hange could see Petra had played her queen’s pawn forward.

“You have more than enough of an advantage to beat me Zoe. I’m playing five people and you have nothing to lose.” Levi said as he arrived in front of Hange’s board. “Make your move.”

Hange pushed her king’s pawn forward.

Levi stared for a second and raised one eyebrow. A disinterested and judgemental look plastered on his face. Hange could not help but doubt her opening. Is there something wrong with e4?  

Levi replied with b5, the pawn in front of his knight. Hange had never seen that in her life but what she managed to a see a few seconds later was the clear line from bishop to pawn.

She could take it and develop her bishop at the same time. She had read it before. Focus on developing pieces at the opening stages.

Was the pawn free though?   One thing Hange had learned from losing to Levi multiple times though was that Levi could easily turn a piece down position into an attack for himself.

“Hurry up and move Zoe. You’re the only one still in the opening.” Hange jumped to see Levi standing in front of her.

Hange looked to her clock.  30 minutes. She’d been thinking for at least 30 minutes. Or at least trying to think. Her mind was still blank.

“Do you still want your money back?”

That was the provocation Hange needed. She took the pawn with her bishop.

Levi quickly replied by placing his bishop on the square where the pawn was only a second ago.

The clock was ticking for Hange again. Develop your pieces. Hange played Nc3, a normal developing move to defend the pawn. Levi quickly played f5. The past few moves Levi had not left her board and as Hange looked to the others, she could see they were all deep into middlegame positions.

She looked back at the position in front of her. Another free pawn.

“Don’t you have other boards to play?”

“One less board to play if I finish one now.”

Hange took the pawn on f5.

“I’ll teach you how to win a game a rook up.” It took Hange a few minutes to notice it. After Levi had moved his bishop to the take the pawn on her right wing, at the same time threatening to take the rook,  he walked away, leaving Hange with the problem of how to save a trapped rook and the futile loss that came with it. It also gave Hange enough time to reflect, to ponder on the fact that Levi had alluded to one of their games only a week ago. Levi had been down a rook for most of one game yet managed to win.

Hange developed her knight in front of the king, having completely given up on defending the rook. From then on, she had focused on simple development. That was what Levi had done after all, when he was a rook down.

“You gave up pretty fast.” Levi commented only a few moves later.

“I’m still playing.” Hange said. The pieces were all set up but Levi was a clear rook up. From then on, Levi had not left her table in the simulation match. Levi’s material advantage only increasing from that point. The same pattern, it was definitely not as slow as it had been back in the bar when Hange was always a piece up. The advancement of Levi’s forces on the board were rapid

She found herself spending a few seconds looking at the board of Petra to see the material advantage was equal.

She couldn’t even do that much. Hange found herself playing faster and faster. It could have been from frustration or from the desire to have that humiliation end. Levi only entertained that in her as he matched her speed.

“It’s good manners to resign when you’re losing Zoe.”

Hange did not even have time to organize her forces. A black knight had planted itself in the middle of the board and the black queen was staring down at her uncastled white king.

Hange did not need to look up to feel it. Everyone’s eyes were on her and Hange chose to wait. Eventually, Levi walked away from the board and she could hear the clack and the click as he moved the pieces and pressed the clock. Then more footsteps then the clack and the click again.

Levi never did go back to her board. He didn’t need too. Hange only had to look at the clock next to her to know the game would be over soon.

“Resign.” It was Petra who resigned soon after her clock hit zero. Oluo resigned a few minutes after.

When Hange finally looked up, she could see Moblit, Oluo and Petra gathered around the board between Eld and Levi. Eld had his hands to his head while Levi just stood waiting, looking as disinterested and uninvested as he always did.

From her angle, she could not see what had happened on the board, but as she heard the sound of a piece slamming into the board, soon followed by Eld standing up, she knew it was over. Levi had beaten all of them in a sweep.  

“It’s getting late.”

Petra and Oluo had gathered up their pieces into the middle of the chess mats while Moblit and Eld

“Just keep a record of your games. Erwin will look through them.”

“Record?” Hange only noticed then, that there papers on top of the board as well.

“I forgot to tell you... I’m sure Erwin won’t mind if you didn’t have one, it’s your first day after all.” Moblit said, his tone apologetic.

“I’ll help her replay the game. You three can go ahead.”

Soon, it was just the two of them in the room.  

“Do you even know how to record games?”

“I learned in PE class but it gets confusing.”

“I’ll write it down for you to save you time.” Levi said as he set up a board in front of her. He soon replayed the game one by one, pausing to write on the board every few moves, not even bothering to ask her if he had recalled it correctly.

He had set up on the board the moment his bishop took her rook. He replayed her next move when she had developed the knight in front of her king, making sure to tap the piece multiple times on the board before writing it down. The face he made as he did that, only clued Hange in to the fact that it was probably the wrong move. “You gave up too easily.” Levi commented

“I was a rook down.”

“If we switched boards I could have won this position.” Levi said as he continued to play quickly through it.  He stopped at one familiar position, having opened a clear path for the knight to plant itself on the middle of the board. “The game is already lost at this point. There’s no need to analyze it.” Levi explained. He wrote out the last few moves on the paper, not bothering to play them out.

“You didn’t need to point it out.” Hange said as she watched Levi push the pieces towards the middle of the board. “Thank you for doing it though.” The words were difficult to say. Hange only found the strength to say it as Levi returned the board to the box on the side of the room.  

“It just bothers me. For someone who is so willing to play ten games in a row, you give up too easily on the board.” Levi shrugged.  “At least, I got some money out of it.”

“So you admit you were hustling me.”  

“You were winning in all your games. You just managed to fuck up in the middle and lost some money, that’s all there is to it.”

[ticklikeabomb]

The Medusas - Part 1

Pairing : Mayans MC x Plus Size Reader ; Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Plus Size Reader (platonic)

Warnings : Language, Slight Mention of child traffic -> ( If it’s any kind of  Triggering for you, PLEASE don’t continue on this post)

Word Count : 1.4k

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A/N : Buckle up, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride ;)

Year 1999

It was another morning that awaited the Mayans MC and its members. The sun shone from the early hours only to get warmer by time. Marcus Alvarez’s routine was simple: wake up, have a cold shower and a coffee right before pulling his kutte over his shoulders and make his way to his Harley. While leaving his home, he felt the pressure under his boot switch and looked on the floor. There was an envelope, the only information on it being his name. Picking it up, he opened it and came across pictures along a message. His neutral features contorted to anger, jaw tightened and heavy sighing. He put the intel back inside the envelope and made his way to the club’s quarters.

Once he arrived at the clubhouse, he convoked everyone for an emergency meeting. “Javier is missing”, commented one of the members. “Good”, replied firmly Alvarez. They took place at their respective seats, the silence and cigarette smoke feeling the air. Alvarez took the envelope out and splattered the pictures all over the table. Bishop reached to the one closest to him and frowned. Letting the members acknowledge what was in front of them, Alvarez spoke at last. “I received these this morning. No name, no address, anonymous. Javier has been double crossing the club, filling his own pockets with the enemies.”

Some members shook their heads not believing their Vice-Presidente would do that. “You said it yourself, it’s anonymous. What if it’s trafficked?”, asked their Secretario. “We’ll have to sort it out. If it comes out it is indeed true, measures must be taken”, replied Alvarez to which everyone agreed. He quickly collected the intel and advised that the matter would not be further discussed until some investigation. “We’ll decide once we’ll have more information.” “Bishop talk to his lady. Try to find out if financially there has been an improvement. In the meantime, just act like nothing happened” The hammer smashed on the table, indication that the meeting was over.

Two weeks passed and the club discovered that Javier, their VP, was indeed mixed with the enemies. The vote was unanimous. The day came were they planned to bust him. After one of the club’s parties, Javier told the club he was needed at home earlier. The club used the opportunity to follow him to an abandoned barn, isolated in the desert. Kneeled on the ground, Alvarez and Bishop saw Javier greeting the club’s enemies. There was no more proof needed. The Mayans covered the entry and exit before striking and shooting. They put down the rivals and shot Javier in the leg before disarming him. Alvarez brought Javier by his shirt and punched him, “Traidor”.

“Marcus”, exclaimed Bishop and nodded at him to look around. What the club came across grossed them beyond words. Cages were splattered all around the barn, crying children occupying them. “Get this piece of shit out of my face”, spat Alvarez before turning to Bishop and helping him in opening the cages. The President gave the order to call the Prospect back with a van. Bishop was opening the last cage and slowly approached the child. The girl lifted her face at him, traces of dried tears on her face.  “Are you taking us to heaven?”, she asked with a small voice. Bishop’s breath got stuck on his throat before shaking his head. “No but I will take you somewhere safe”, he said calmly while showing her his hand. Hesitant at first, the girl looked at him, a sparkle of hope crossing her eyes before accepting his hand. “I’m Bishop and you what’s your name?”, he asked. “Y/N”. He nodded and forced a smile on his face.

You were the last to leave the barn before you stopped on your tracks. You let go of his hand and fumbled on your pockets. You reached out for the stolen lighter and turned around, walking to the entry. It took you a few tries before actioning the lighter and threw it inside. You saw the barn slowly burn, the flames intensifying. You walked back to Bishop and took his hand. Looking up, you locked your gaze with his and a small smile formed on your lips. Even after everything you must have endured inside that place, Bishop was in awe when he saw your smile crossing your features. At that moment, Bishop knew how special you were and decided to legally adopt you as soon as he found out you didn’t have any known relatives.

You grew up among the club and its rules. A few days after he saved you, he became the Mayans’ new Vice-President. You couldn’t dream of a better father. Bishop was understanding, caring, making sure you had everything you wanted and investing in your education. You became the club’s sweetheart, a smile always gracing your face and your compassionate persona enlightening every room you entered. When your father had to make runs, he would leave you in the care of Marisol Reyes, which is how you became best friends with Ezekiel. EZ was by far the smartest person you came across with and it only intensified with the years. From this small bean, birthed a young man full of potential promised with great achievements.

Year 2007

Your platonic feelings towards EZ quickly evolved into more but you never acted upon them, not wanting to risk the dynamic in place. You kept both growing each at your own pace and each with their predefined plans. Considering that EZ was a year older and almost finishing high school, you asked for his help on one of your classes you had trouble understanding. Truth to be told, it was more a ruse to spend more time with him. You knew exactly how to succeed the class but you loved hearing his voice.

A few days later, you received your test and seeing the A+ written on it, you smiled, excited to share the news with EZ. Walking out of the classroom and into the parking lot, you saw and called him before engulfing him into a bone crushing hug. “Woah, hey there Y/N”, he mumbled. Feeling his muscles tense, you disengaged from the hug without noticing a pair of eyes analyzing the interaction. “Look I got an A+ thanks to you”. A smile graced his face before congratulating you. He turned to his left before stating happily, “Y/N, I would like to introduce to you Emily, my girlfriend”. You felt your heart squeeze inside your chest at the last word and turned your gaze to where he was looking. You met with the sight of his girlfriend, your mood switching from joy to sadness and back to smiley in a matter of seconds. It was a few seconds that told Emily everything she needed to know. “Hello, nice to meet you”, you said and reached out your hand. She grabbed it and faked a smile only you could identify. “Y/N, hi. EZ has told me so much about you.”

“Good things I hope”, you chuckled slightly giving him a look. “Of course, the best. He told me how close you both are”, she mentioned to which your jaw tightened just the slightest. “This guy I have to bear with? Nah”, you joked in order to break the tension. “Oh you’re like that hein?”, EZ turned to you, fake hurt plastered on his face. “Either way, we got to go babe”, Emily’s voice cut through the moment. “Yeah right. Do you wanna join us Y/N?” Before you could answer, Emily did it for you, “I’m sure Y/N must be busy and we already planned to go check that dinner, remember.”

Either way, you were about to refuse his invitation, not in the mood of being the third wheel on the date, watching the guy you were in love with being all lovey-dovey with someone else. “Thank you for the invite but Emily’s right. I have some things to do.” He nodded, understanding and joined hands with her. “See you around then. Tomorrow, usual place?”, he asked you to which you only nod. You saw them distancing themselves from you and made your way to the club, unaware of their conversation. “She’s totally into you”, commented Emily. EZ looked at her funny before laughing. “YN? No, we’re just best friends. What are you talking about?” She shook her head and told him he was too smart to not have noticed your feelings towards him earlier. “Trust me, she likes you.” He kept shaking his head even if doubt was making his way to his mind.

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