#I finished cleaning my room (after two months living in the filth) and got my OK to just watch whatever I want for the rest of the month

[braceletofteeth]

I just wanna watch and rewatch everything right now (which is both not normal and not possible)

[sailors-diary-for-elise]

Punishment (18+)

Whew here we go. First work posted. Was I expecting to post a pure smut filth work first? NOPE. But here we are. I will be putting 18+, more as a "this is a smut minors don't reblog or like" since I know I was far from innocent as a minor.

Warnings: pure filth. 100% smut, use of toys (a vibrator), language, edging, teasing, spanking (reader gets what she deserves), breast play and nipple play, bratty sub!reader, dom!Yunho, dom!Mingi, brat taming?, clit slapping, cum eating, blowjob (Mingi receiving), sir kink, deep throating, face fucking (reader receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), orgasm denial (reader receiving), overstimulation (Mingi receiving), anal, double penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up peeps).

Okay, so maybe you’d pushed your luck a little too far. You knew how much your boyfriends hated to be teased, especially in front of the others and you really should have chosen your outfit a little bit more carefully. After all, the shorts that barely passed your ass and the sheer camisole left nothing to the imagination. But sometimes, you just couldn’t help but push your usually energetic and goofy boyfriends’ buttons.

It had all started during the movie night that you’d sprung on the rest of the group, the only exception being San who was keeping your roommate busy in his own ways and had accidentally kicked you out. What San, Yunho, Mingi and the others hadn’t realized was that hearing everything going on between your roommate and San had left you feeling different, wanting nothing more than to push the limits of your boyfriends and see that dark side they had warned you of.

Walking through the front door of the dorms, you immediately run to Mingi’s room, peeking in to make sure he is still sleeping before pouncing on him. He wakes with a start, grabbing your hips and looking around slightly dazed and confused. You giggle, pressing kisses across his neck and bare collarbone.

“Wake up, baby” you purr in his ear, planting a light kiss to the skin right below it. Mingi groans below you, his grip on your hips tightening before you hop off of him, humming as you run back to the living room. Poor Mingi was left slightly confused and lost, wondering if he imagined your unusual wake-up call. Ruffling his hair, he walks out of his room, running right into Yunho. Yunho smirks at the younger boy, looking down at the tent forming in Mingi’s pants.

“So I see Y/n has already paid you a visit?” Yunho chuckles, almost feeling bad for the tired boy in front of him. Yunho himself had been your victim when you kept accidentally dropping things in front of him and bending down to pick them up. “Our girl seems to be in a mood today.”

Mingi groans, becoming irritated at the thought of having to deal with your bratty antics. “The fuck is wrong with her,” he grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck to alleviate the tension there. “Does she not remember the last time she decided to tease us both?”

“No idea,” Yunho shrugs slightly, a smirk slowly forming. “But a part of me wants to wait and see how far she’ll go to get her way. You game?”

“And what did you have in mind?” Mingi’s interest peaked, looking directly at his hyung.

“I say, we let the little minx think she has us,” Yunho starts, glaring at Mingi who actually growls at the thought of you having power over him. “only for a short amount of time, and then right when she goes to take control, is when we show her exactly who’s in charge.”

The shit-eating grin that passes over Mingi’s face is one that sends shivers down Yunho’s spine, making him almost regret voicing his plan. Almost. After all, he is the most dominant of the two boys. Mingi is about to retort when you come sliding around the corner, stopping directly in front of them in a posture that screams a challenge.

Your hands are crossed over your chest, hip stuck out slightly as you raise an eyebrow at the two men conversing.

“Are you two big babies coming? Or am I gonna have to ask one of the others to pay attention to me?” a smirk crosses Yunho’s face as well as yours, while Mingi scowls at you, counting in his head to ten in an attempt of not taking you up against the wall right then and there.

“Oh don’t worry princess,” Yunho grits out, Mingi pulling a strained smile and walking past you. “We would never leave you to your own devices.” And so the games begin.

You’ve made it about 3/4 of the way through the movie, with pretty much the entire group crammed together to watch it. Throughout it, you’ve slowly grown more confident in your advances, fleeting strokes up Yunho’s thighs, a light tap over Mingi’s bulge which has hardened significantly, even going so far of knocking your cold drink on Yunho’s lap, causing him to hiss as you press tissues on the wet spot on his pants, smirking at the realization that it wasn’t just from the soda.

Mingi struggles to maintain his cool composure, pinching your hips if you try to grind on him and forcing a laugh at the death glare Yunho gives you once you finish “cleaning” him up. It’s when you reach beneath the waistband of his pants that he can’t take it anymore, tossing you off his lap and racing to his room. You squeak in surprise, pouting thinking you might have pushed him too far. You look at Yunho, who pays you no mind while scrolling through his phone, deciding in his own mind that your little games have gone on long enough.

He too rises, heading towards the bedroom and slamming the door shut, causing you to jump in your seat. Your pout grows, guilt and doubt filling your entire being. The movie ends and everyone works at cleaning up the mess, with you being lost in your thoughts. As soon as you finish, you walk over to the room, peeking in only to find it surprisingly empty. You walk in fully, noticing a tiny note on the bed attached to your- oh. That would be your bunny vibrator.

With a shaky hand, you pick up the note recognizing the handwriting as Yunho’s immediately.

Since you decided to be a brat, Mingi and I decided to have a little fun of our own. If you touch yourself before we get back, you’ll be punished. If you don’t, we’ll give you what you’ve been asking for all evening. The choice is yours, kitten- “big baby #1″

You scoff, picking up the vibrator. So they weren’t upset at all. They were probably just getting themselves off instead of bringing you along to join the party. Well, two could play that game.

You quickly strip yourself of everything except your undergarments, picking up the vibrator and your phone, pressing record to send to your boyfriends.

“Hmph. After all of that work I put into getting you guys ready,” you whine out, stomping slightly. “you both have fun without me? Well, just for that I’m going to take that little toy you left me and-” you never finish your sentence, your phone being snatched from you.

“And here I thought our little kitten could behave,” a rough voice says in your ear, nibbling on the lobe lightly while you shudder. “Go on and finish kitten. Mingi and I are dying to hear how you were going to ignore our simple instructions.”

“I-I, I h-have no i-ideA OW!” you squeak out, your ass being smacked by a firm hand.

“Spit. It. Out,” Mingi grunts out, walking in front of you to loom over your smaller, shaking form. “What were you about to do?”

Mingi’s jaw is clenched, his pupils blown and looking at you in a way that makes you shrink.

“Oh?” Yunho hums, laving his tongue across the outside of your earlobe before pulling it between his teeth. “What happened to all that confidence and attitude you had earlier? Cat got your tongue?”

“Or maybe it’s because you realize how bad you fucked up,” Mingi asks, his calm tone scaring you almost as much as when he first addressed you, chuckling darkly at how your entire body seems to vibrate, eyes closing as you unconsciously lean back into Yunho's chest. “Honestly, what were you thinking would happen, kitten?”

“Did you really believe we wouldn’t do anything about your little games?” Yunho hums, watching as Mingi pulls the elastic of your panties away from you before letting them snap back against your hips. “Thought you wouldn’t get punished like little brats deserve?”

You open your eyes and glare at the person teasing you from the front, biting your lip before deciding to see how long you can keep this up. A small smirk forms on your lips, and you practically purr your next sentence. “I was going to take that little toy, and shove it so far into my pussy that I’d cum quicker and harder than I ever have. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The effect is instantaneous, although to an outsider it would seem as though nothing had changed between the three of you. But you could sense it, how both boys auras switched from controlled anger to borderline blind rage. It showed in how Mingi closed his eyes, his breathing heavy and shaky as if he were pulling a boulder behind him. It showed in how Yunho’s ministrations had stopped, fist clenching around the vibrator tightly. Your inner self was begging you not to push them over the edge, not to say what was on the tip of your tongue and seal your fate for this evening. But sometimes, you just don’t know when to quit.

“Well?” you say impatiently, reaching for the vibrator in Yunho’s hand and tapping your foot impatiently. “I’m waiting for an answer?” And that is the final straw for them both.

In an instant, your panties are left in a torn pile on the floor along with your now split bra, a gasp leaving you as the boys work as if they have one mind. Mingi latches onto your nipple in time with Yunho turning the vibrator on to the highest level, pressing it harshly on your clit. A scream almost leaves you from the double stimulation, but Yunho’s large hand covers your nose and mouth.

“You make a single sound babygirl, and we’ll make sure you don’t cum for an entire. Fucking. Month.” Yunho says firmly, emphasizing his point by removing the vibrator to smack your clit in time with each word at the end of his sentence. You almost scream again, biting your lip. “Good girl. Good to know you can listen at least some of the time. Right, Mingi?”

Mingi hums in affirmation, biting lightly on your breast before releasing the abused flesh from his teeth. He stands up straight, smirking while looking into your eyes.

“Oh I know she knows how to listen, hyung,” he replies, eyes dark and smirk ever present. “She just likes to make things difficult, don’t you babygirl? You like getting us both riled up so you can get the fuck of your life.”

You are unable to respond, the realization dawning on you that you maybe- no, scratch that. You DEFINITELY pushed your boyfriends way past their breaking points and weren't going to be walking properly for quite some time. Another slap to your clit brings you out of your thoughts, Mingi biting down on your nipple.

“Focus on us, babe. Otherwise you’ll end up worse off than you already are.” Yunho warns, pressing the vibrator harshly against you as your hips buck up in response, your teeth digging into your lip to the point of almost drawing blood as you nod weakly. “Good girl~ now. How should we punish you first, hmm? Should we edge you for hours with every part of our bodies except our cocks? Since it’s clear that you want them so badly-”

It was an accident, the picture Yunho’s painting affecting you so much that it can’t be helped when a loud and shaky moan slips past your lips. Time seems to pause for a moment as Mingi glances at you, the evil grin from before returning as Yunho lets out an inhuman noise. In an instant, you are bent over the bed, ass in the air with Yunho behind you and Mingi kneeling in front of you, keeping a hand under your chin to force you to keep eye-contact with him.

“You are gonna count each spank, not missing a single one nor stuttering. I want you to speak clearly or we start all over, understand?” Yunho grits out from behind you, rubbing your bare ass with one of his large hands, the other resting on the curve of your back to keep you from wiggling away. Not that you would.

“Y-yes sir- AH!” you cry out, back arching at the harsh smack against your right ass cheek, the flesh jiggling and stinging.

“I said, speak clearly. Now, count.” Yunho slaps your ass hard, switching to your left cheek.

“One-” you whimper out, trying to lower your head only to be stopped by Mingi. Glaring at you, Mingi tangles his hand in your hair to keep you in place. You are about to speak when another smack hits, this one on your right ass cheek again. “Two, Mingi please let me hide my face-”

“What did you just call me?” Mingi tightens his grip on your hair, tugging slightly and nodding at Yunho who tuts behind you. “I think this means she should have to start over Yunho~”

You shake your head, mumbling out apologies in desperation. “Please I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to it was an accident I swear-” you yelp as Yunho lands another blow.

“Don’t be rude. You are starting over and that’s final.” You nod in response, arms and legs trembling.

You aren’t sure how long it is into your punishment, but your legs barely have any strength left in them, your ass is on fire, and wetness has been dripping down your legs for the last few spanks. As the next blow hits, your arms give out and Mingi catches you easily.

“Twelve~” you pant heavily, peeking over at Yunho who smirks at your dripping core, massaging your bright red ass cheeks and cooing to you.

“Very good my dear~ we only had to restart twice! And look at you, you are dripping wetness all over the place.” Yunho chuckles darkly, running a finger up your thighs to gather some of the slick there. “Almost makes me wanna have a taste~”

When Yunho brings his fingers to his lips, moaning around them, your eyes trail to the tent in Mingi’s boxers, tongue running over your lower lips at the darkened circle where his tip is. Mingi chuckles, stroking a thumb along your lips, tugging on your lower one. Yunho continues to swipe his fingers through your juices, enjoying watching your reactions everytime he almost brushes your folds and pulling away, driving you insane with the need to be stimulated in some way. A broken whine slips out signalling that Mingi and Yunho achieved their mutual goal of teasing you as much as you had them, which was easy considering how sensitive you are to their touches on a normal day.

“Yunho? Think this brat has earned a taste of my cock? Or should we tease her more~” Yunho brings a wet digit to his lips, grinning as he sucks off all of the juices loudly, your heat trembling in response.

“I mean, I guess you could let her~ after all, she did take her punishment kind of well~” Yunho snickers at your offended expression as you look at him over your shoulder, pouting cutely.

Swallowing your pride, you look up at Mingi with puppy dog eyes, wiggling your hips as you speak in the most innocent tone you can. “Sir? Please let kitten taste your cock~ let me take you completely in my mouth, swallowing around your tip as it hits the back of my throat. Kitten wants sir to fuck her mouth~ kitten wants to please sir and help sir cum~ pretty pretty please sir?” Batting your eyelashes, Mingi bites his lower lip hard, asking Yunho silently to allow you to give him everything you just offered and more. Yunho responds by simply shoving your face closer to Mingi’s crotch, retrieving the vibrator and shoving it into you, turning it on as he pushes it deep into you.

Mingi quickly slips out of his pants and boxers, his red and angry looking cock slapping his stomach, sending precum across his abdomen. Moaning out at the sight combined with the vibrator’s unique shape hitting all the right spots in you, you lean forward and clean off the precum from Mingi’s abs, humming before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth and sucking eagerly. Mingi throws his head back, the hand in your hair tightening and shoving you down farther, curses and grunts slipping past his lips at the feeling of you.

Yunho begins curling the toy inside of you, refusing to give you the satisfaction of thrusting it into you. You moan around Mingi, hollowing out your cheeks and pushing your head down to the point that Mingi’s tip is resting in your throat. Mingi checks on you, waiting for the sign that he can finally begin thrusting. You tap his hips, whining out around him and fondling his balls. It’s this action that causes his restraint to snap.

Mingi starts snapping his hips into your mouth, gripping your hair tightly to guide you on his cock, grunting at the feeling of your mouth around him and your throat constricting. You let out mixtures of whines and moans, scraping your teeth lightly against his shaft whenever he pulls out and hollowing your cheeks as he thrusts in, trying to stimulate him as much as possible. Yunho continues to use the toy on you, his pants becoming tighter and tighter when your worst nightmare occurs, a cry being choked back. The batteries run out.

Yunho pulls the toy from you, spreading your lips to thrust three of his long digits in you and starting to pump them roughly, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Feeling the knot forming in you, you try to signal Yunho of your release, not knowing if it’s to tell him to keep going and allow you to have the sweet release you crave, or stop him to prolong your time together. Unfortunately for you, he chooses the latter and rips his hands away from you, watching your body writhe in need of him. There isn’t much time for you to complain about your denied orgasm though, because Mingi’s cock is twitching in your mouth and his pace is becoming irregular, his own release dangerously close. Running short on air and tears stinging your eyes, you bob your head faster on his cock, hearing his labored breaths and muttered curses above you. You close your eyes, focusing on bringing Mingi to his release and swallowing hard, moaning around him as you feel spurts of liquid hit the back of your throat.

Eyes shooting open, you look up at Mingi, shocked at the whimpers and whines coming from him as he cums down your throat, encouraging you to milk him of his release until he practically rips you off of him, overstimulation becoming too much as he pants and glares at you. Releasing your hair, Mingi wipes your lips with his thumb, slipping it into your mouth and swallowing before mumbling a simple “swallow” and watching as you listen to him. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, revealing that not a single drop of cum remains in your mouth. Mingi hums and pets your head gently, soothing the ache from his grip on your hair.

“Yunho-hyung, I think she’s finally earned the right to cum, don’t you?” Mingi purrs, slipping his hands under your arms to pull you up and turn you around to face Yunho, who eyes you hungrily. You gulp, batting your eyelashes at Yunho and jutting your lower lip out in a pout. Yunho strips off his shirt, tossing it to the side and reaching for his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers to reveal his hard cock, mirroring the way Mingi’s dripped earlier before you sucked him off. One of Yunho’s hands wraps around his cock, stroking himself to spread his precum. Smirking at you, he nods at Mingi, crawling on the bed and kneeling in front of you.

Mingi pushes you, encouraging you to kneel as well while he reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a tube of lubricant and popping the cap open. Mingi presses his chest to your back, opening the cap and squeezing out the clear liquid and spreading it on his fingers and rubbing some over your asshole. You gasp at the cool liquid, clenching around nothing as Yunho slides his shaft between your folds to gather more slick on his cock. Yunho leans down and sucks on your collarbone, grasping your hip in one of his hands while the other lines his cock up with your seeping hole.

“Look at you, an absolute mess~ see, this could’ve happened a lot faster and smoothly if you had just asked us like a good little girl~ but you just had to misbehave, didn’t you?” Mingi purrs in your ear, slowly slipping his pointer finger into your ass and biting on the shell of your ear. You gasp in surprise, whining and rolling your head back onto his shoulder, your hands resting on Yunho’s for support. Yunho moves his mouth all over your neck and collarbones, biting and sucking marks anywhere he can reach. The very tip of his cock teases your entrance before slipping out again, leaving you a desperate and panting mess between them both. Your legs shake as Mingi stretches you out, carefully slipping in another finger and scissoring them apart deep inside of you. “Look how well she takes my fingers~ I wonder if she can handle us both fucking her at the same time? Should we test it out Yunho?”

“I think we should Mingi~ but let’s take it slow, wouldn’t want her tearing in half from both of us now would we?” Yunho chuckles, finally pushing his cock deep inside of you and stretching you completely. You moan loudly, gripping his shoulders tightly at the feeling of having something penetrating both of your holes. Mingi manages to fit a third finger in, spreading and thrusting them into you to prepare you for when his cock enters you. You moan out, tapping Yunho on the shoulder to signal him to move, hissing when he pulls almost completely out of you and pushing back into you, repeating the movement over and over painfully slow. You whine out, nails scraping down Yunho’s chest and leaving angry red lines, causing him to hiss and reach up, tugging you back by the hair and marking up your chest and neck as his pace remains unchanging. After a few moments, Mingi pulls his fingers out of you. Yunho freezes, his cock buried deep inside of your cunt and watching Mingi over your shoulder. You try to look at him, but Yunho grasps your chin and forces you to look at him. “Unless you don’t want to cum for the next week, you will focus on me, understand?” You nod but receive a slap to the outside of your thigh, prompting you to speak.

“Yes sir” You gulp, becoming impatient as you wait for them to continue. You hear Mingi squeeze more lube out, coating his cock and pumping it before lining up to your asshole. Yunho pulls you into a deep kiss, muffling your whimper as the head of Mingi’s cock pushes into you, slowly stretching you out. Mingi pauses periodically, ensuring not to hurt you since it’d been a bit since you’d taken both of them. With murmured praises and soft nibbles on the shell of your ear, Mingi finally bottoms out, barely keeping himself restrained from fucking you senseless right then and there. Panting, you shift your hips slightly, causing both boys to groan as one grips your shoulders and the other your hips, keeping you in place. A smirk crosses your features, and before Yunho can warn you not to, you clench around both of them, causing the last of their restraint to snap.

The grip on your hips becomes bruising as they begin fucking you roughly, making it so that as one cock pulls out of you the other one is ramming harshly into you. You practically scream out in surprise, nails digging into Yunho’s shoulders and your head laying back on Mingi’s shoulder. Mingi bites on your shoulder, a bruise surfacing instantly as his hips snap into you roughly. One of Yunho’s hands trails between you both, finding your core and rubbing at your clit. You’ve become a moaning and whining mess between them, not even bothering trying to gain any control of the situation or their pleasure, too far gone to function.

A tight coil begins forming in your gut, and you struggle to warn them. “I-I’m about to c-cum~ s-so close pl-please let m-me cum!” Yunho groans, rubbing at your clit faster.

“Go on babygirl~ I want you to cum all over my cock~ it’s okay, let go now” at his words, you scream out in pleasure, clenching around them both as a ringing fills your ears. You see white, and go rigid in their holds. It only takes a few more thrusts before they’re both cumming deep within you, their thrusts becoming shallow as they ride out their highs. Whimpering from the sensitivity, you tap on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho and Mingi nod, pulling out of you. You sigh in relief, only to yelp in surprise when you get set on your back, wrists getting handcuffed above your head. You look up at them both, the sudden cruel reality of your behavior hitting you like a freight train.

“You honestly didn’t think your punishment was over, did you princess?” Yunho looms over you, a smirk on his features. You hear a drawer opening, and after some shuffling, Mingi comes into view holding a fresh set of batteries and your bunny vibrator along with your butt-plug. “Oh baby~ we’re just getting started~”

And that was the start of the longest night of your life.

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And so there it is! I hope y'all enjoyed it!

[aewhore]

can i request a kenny omega smut where the reader is into degradation and tells kenny about it? :o)

These Boots are Made for walkin ~ Kenny Omega x reader (NSFW) request by @kennysquads

Watching Kenny on dynamite always made you wet. You weren’t sure why but something about how he carried himself like a pure god among the other wrestlers always got to you. You and Kenny had been dating for nearly two amazing years and you couldn’t be happier. Not only was he the greatest wrestler on the planet, but he was also the kindest and most amazing boyfriend and an even better lover. You and Kenny had experienced a lot in your time together, from long nights spent talking about past lovers to time spent in the early hours of the morning talking about both of your hopes and dreams for the future. You and Kenny had spoken before about both of your sexual experiences and even though Kenny’s knowledge outweighed your own, he never spoke down to you, even though that may or may not be what you want him to do. 

With Kenny’s usually constantly moving schedule normally he would be jetting across the world at a near daily rate but because of the pandemic, you’ve been graced with nearly 9 months straight of Kenny in your bed every night, meaning you were thoroughly fucked any and every night. So as you watch your gorgeous boyfriend beat Pentagon jr. down to a writhing mess you can’t help but gush when Kenny says “What the champion wants, the champion gets” your mind can’t help but run a mile a minute thinking about all the things you would allow Kenny to do to you. You check your phone to see there are only 20 minutes left in dynamite and before your mind can catch up your hand begins to roam underneath Kenny’s oversized sweatshirt that you had gotten into the habit of wearing around the house without pants on underneath. Your middle and ring finger massage over your already wet panties before you begin to rub gentle circles onto your clit. Your eyes drift shut as your mind starts to roam to images of Kenny tying you down to your king bed and having his way with you as he talks nothing but pure filth to you.  

“Please sir..please.. May I cum please?” your moans flow out of your mouth as your other hand drifts up to squeeze your breast and you begin to gently tease your nipple. “What a welcome home I get” You're shocked out of your fantasy by the rough dominating voice of Kenny. Your eyes snap open as you turn to see Kenny in the doorway of the living room, still wearing his gorgeous purple shirt, his tighter than tight black pinstriped pants and his beautifully shiny maroon leather boots that still had Pentagon’s face paint on the tip. “I can’t even leave you for 2 hours and you already have your hand in your pants like a horny little slut” Kenny growls at you as he moves towards you to tower over you. Your mouth opens and closes as you attempt to string a sentence together. “I- Kenny I-” you stutter. ”What doll? You didn’t think I’d know you love my filthy mouth." Your face flushes as you feel your panties become soaked at Kenny calling you such a dirty name. You can feel the dominating aura radiating from Kenny as he stares down at your semi-nude body. “What’s the matter doll? Did you lose your voice chasing an orgasm that only I allow you to have?” A needy whine escapes your lips as the need to have Kenny inside of you grows and grows. Kenny brings his hand up to caress your cheek. “Please.. Please, sir, I need you” you moan as you melt into the calloused palm of Kenny’s hand. “Oh doll, I’d love to help you but you forgot that, that pretty little pussy belongs to me, and only I am allowed to make my pussy cum.” You moan at Kenny’s dominant attitude. You love when Kenny slips into his Sir mentality. 

“Ok doll, on your knees on the floor. Now” Kenny spits out at you as he moves to sit down. You jump into action to move onto the floor on your knees in front of Kenny. “You look really pretty down there doll, where you belong. Now as a punishment for touching yourself without my permission” A shiver runs through your body, Kenny moves his paint-covered boot into your eye line. “Clean the paint off my boot doll” Your eyes snap from his boots to Kenny as the request registers in your mind, you don’t waste time and hold Kenny’s foot in one hand as you pull your sleeve over your hand to begin rubbing the paint off before you’re interrupted. “No, no doll, hands behind your back” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before the realization settles in. “Does the dumb little slut finally understand? Clean my fucking boot with that filthy whore mouth of yours before I wipe it in your cunt.” Your eyes roll back into your head at the ruthless aggression Kenny was showing you. You don’t allow yourself to waste time as you rush to place your hands behind you back before leaning down so you are at eye level with Kenny’s rich coloured leather boot. You begin to lick at the tip of Kenny’s boot and have to hold back the grimace as the taste of face paint and dirt overpowers your taste buds. “Oh come on Doll, you can do better than that. I thought little sluts like you loved having something in their mouths all the time” You let out a pathetic whine as the dirtiest of dirty talk came from Kenny’s beautiful mouth. With his encouragement, you immediately begin longer, more aggressive swipes of your tongue as you slowly but surely get the black and white paint off of Kenny’s boots. “Why don’t you try to deep throat it? I’m tired of hearing your pathetic little moans. I can’t believe you are actually getting off to this you dirty skank.” You don’t want to break the eye contact with Kenny but you know for sure there is a definite puddle of your wetness below you as you begin to take in the tip of Kenny’s now clean boot into your mouth, because of its width you can’t get more than an inch into your mouth but that doesn’t stop Kenny lightly nudging the boot further into your mouth. 

He pulls his boot out of your and brings it up slightly to inspect your work. “Hmm looks like you might actually be good for something other than sucking cock.” Kenny nods before continuing. “I guess you deserve a reward.” You sit up excitedly as you wait to hear what your reward will be. However, Kenny moves his boot back down between your legs and he starts to rub the arch of his boot against your clothed cunt. ”Go on doll, I give you permission. Make yourself cum on my beautiful, clean shoes.” You gasp as you realize what your reward is. Your body moves before your mind can catch up, you start to rut against Kenny’s boot. You’re already so close to cumming from the build-up throughout the night and a toe-curling orgasm rocks your body and you fall forward to lean against Kenny’s leg as you try to catch your breath. You feel Kenny lean forward and lift you off the floor onto his lap and into his arms. You snuggle into his chest as Kenny kisses you on the head and his hands roam to massage your tense, exhausted body. “You did so great doll, You’re so beautiful and wonderful. I love you so much” Kenny punctuated every word with gentle kisses on your face before he finishes with a soft but passionate kiss to your lips. Kenny always took great care of you after sex and you could feel through his aftercare the love and affection he had for you. You feel yourself being lifted off the couch. “Let’s get you a lovely bubble bath baby doll, you deserve it, my love” You smile as Kenny holds you tight to his chest and can’t help but fall even more in love with your cuddly teddy bear of a Sir.

[crazy4myself]

No Harm List Pt.2

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Violence or threats of violence, explicit language, charicter death, implications of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of nudity, blow job jokes, 

Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is the most powerful crime lord's heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list. 

a/n: sorry for the tragic backstory I didn’t mean for Hobi to get that dark, but whoop here we aree

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To both your relife and dismay, your life immediately returned to normal after receiving the shoes. While you were a bit wearier about walking home from work, you found no reason to hang on to the adventures of that night or the three charming men you encountered, so you told yourself to forget about it and put it behind you. And you did.

Until a few days later, when you met your best friend Hoseok for lunch. 

"What the hell happened to your face" he demanded in the way of greeting. 

You sighed, knowing you were going to have to tell him sooner or later, but in defense of your face, it was only peppered with a few scratches and a small yellowing bruise from when you fell. It was otherwise fine. 

"You should have seen the other guy," you teased as you set your backpack down in the spare seat. Hoseok already ordered your usual for you like the angel he was, and you immediately shoved a bite of the sandwich in your mouth.

"No," he snapped, swiping the plate from you, "explain first, eat second." 

"Hobi, please, I've been in class all day I'm starving," You whined in protest, reaching for your plate, but he set his lip in a firm pout, his dimples framing his upper lip and you lost the battle before it began. With a sigh, you caved, giving him a thorough retelling of the night with all the details you dare give him without, in turn, giving him a heart attack. 

"He called you Cinderella and bought you new shoes," he asked with a smile brighter than the sun stretching across his face. 

You groaned, "Please don't romanticize this. I'm never going to see him again, and can we mourn the fact that I have to find a new dealer. Mid Terms are around the corner, and Organic Chem is kicking my ass." 

"I'm not mourning any of your bad habits."

"Oh my gosh, you're the one who told me about it," you defended in disbelief.

"At the time, I didn't think your ass was dumb enough to go for it. I had a high opinion of you back then," he huffed before handing you back your plate. 

Your argument died on your lips as you stuffed your lunch in your mouth and ravaged it. Hobi watched you eat an expression of disgust and mild fascination on his face as you near deep throated a 6-inch sub.

"Stop acting like a hoe in Subway. I think the cashier is about to pop a boner," he chastised. 

You looked up to see the man was, in fact, staring at you as you ate. You shot him a flirtatious wink as spinach fell out your mouth. "Let him."

"Why do I hang out with you?" 

"Because I make a great company and have hot friends," you responded cooly as you licked your fingers clean.

Both were very true, but not the reason for your friendship. You were roommates with Hoseok's little sister, your freshman year of college. She took you under her wing since you were an international student, and you met Hobi that way. 

Your weekends were often filled with the smiles of the Jung siblings and mischief that always came with it. You and Dawon grew incredibly close, she even offered to let you stay with her and Hobi over the summer while you were still apartment hunting come the end of the spring term. 

Dawon's friendship was that one in a lifetime bond you can only get from enduring college together. The two of you were going to watch each other grow into badass boss bitches after graduation, stand in each other's weddings, be the godmother to each other's children. It was a friendship written in the stars, so you were devastated when she passed before the spring semester even ended. 

The authorities claimed that Dawon was shot in a robbery gone wrong. A loss of life over something as petty as a chunk of change in her wallet. The murder wasn't caught the night of the attack, and for a time, the lack of closure ripped you apart.  

You didn't even know the first day after it happened. She was shot during finals week, you were nearly camped out in the library the whole week. When she stopped responding to your texts, you just assumed she was buckling down on studying like you were. You were so caught up in your own life that you didn't get worried enough to reach out to Hobi until 18 hours after her death.   

You don't remember what happened after ending the phone call or what you did, you went into shock and next thing you knew you RA was letting Hoseok into your dorm room after she received the news.

What you didn’t know what that the call never ended. 

Hoseok never hung up. 

Hobi stayed on the phone with you the whole time, murmuring gentle reassurances, not knowing if you could hear him or not, but knowing he could only hear your shallow breaths. He stayed on the phone with you even as he arrived on campus and entered your dorm, asking for the person on duty to find someone to let him in. 

He stayed on the phone with you as he explained to your RA what happened, and watched her shed tears over his sister and struggled to give her condolences. He didn't hang up until he was in your room and wrapping his arms around you. Gently removing the phone from your ear as you stood frozen in place, before he sat you on the carpet. 

The dam of emotions had burst at his touch, the feeling of comfort confirming the reality that your best friend was gone. He rocked you like a child until you nearly exhausted yourself and stayed with you through that night.

 You don't remember much about the days following. You were a ghost of yourself as you finished your last two finals and packed up your belongings along with Dawon's to move out of your dorm. 

There was a small service you attended that was filled with mostly strangers. Which only reminded you that you were only in her life for 10 months, a small fraction of the time she blessed this world. It only took a week for her to become one of the most important people to you, but to everyone else that ever knew her, you were just her roommate. 

You do remember that summer, though. Hoseok honored his sister's wish and allowed you to stay with him while you looked for a place to live. You were a comfort to each other. The first two weeks you spent most nights sitting out on his balcony and letting him tell stories of him to his sister. On occasion, you exchanged one of your own; each seemed to paint the picture and make it seem like she might have been there sitting with the two of you. 

Then something changed in Hoseok, the authorities got a lead on the identity of the murderer, a member of the notorious gang the Razor Gulls. After that, Hobi started going out at night and not coming back until early in the morning. You didn't know what he was up to, you never asked. 

You got worried when his boss reached out to you because he stopped going to work for a week, you covered for him and told him that Hobi needed some time off to mourn. After that, you started to insist you eat dinner together each night before he went out. You prepared a decent meal and sat at the table and talked about mundane things. He smiled for you, but you could see the light dimming in his eyes. You could see the mask he put on for his family and friends who came to mourn her weeks ago, who still called on the occasion to check in on him, start to crack. 

You began to put off your apartment hunting to prolong your time with him simply so he wouldn't be alone. Simply, to make sure someone knew he came home safe each night. What you should have done for Dawon. The only thing you could do for her now. 

You don't know what happened that night on June 13th, you never asked, but you had a good idea. It was a hot and humid night, like most summer nights in the port town, but this one was especially miserable. 

You couldn't keep the sticky feeling of the sweat off your palms, no matter how many times you wiped them dry. You were sitting in the living room watching shitty TV, hoping maybe this would be one of the nights that Hobi would come home early when he stumbled through the front door. At first, you thought he was drunk, but as you got closer, as you saw the blood on his clothes, you knew it was something different. 

You called his name repeatedly before you got any kind of response. When he looked up at you, his eyes were vacant. There was no joy, no smiles. It made your chest tight how he seemed to look past you. It stirred up memories of the night he came to the dorm to check on you. 

"Hobi, wha-" you took a look at the blood on his clothing to make sure it wasn't his own before leading him to the bathroom. You started the shower for him and stripped him of his shirt and pants leaving him in his boxers with small but firm orders to get cleaned up. You put the soiled clothing in a full trash bag shuffling around the take out containers and to shift it closer to the middle of the bag before taking the trash out to the apartment complex's dumpster. 

When you got back inside, you went to his room and grabbed some boxers, sweats, and the first t-shirt you could find before heading back in the bathroom. 

Through the marbled glass door of the shower, you could see that he somewhat followed your directions. He was standing under the running water of the shower, still dazed. The drained water was still tinged a slight rust color from the filth on his hands. 

With a sigh, you pushed back the door and crawled in the shower with him, your shirt immediately sticking to your back as it went under the jets stream. If Hoseok was aware of his company, he remained unphased as you soaped up a loofa and began scrubbing down his back and arms and squatting down to get his legs. This was not the first time seeing the man naked, you skinny-dipped with him in the hot springs outside of town more than a few times this past winter. 

Still, you kept your eyes high as you turned him to get his chest and neck as well as gently rub at the flecks of blood dried on his cheek. The toned muscle of his body showed that dancing used to be more than just a hobby for him. And you admired the careful strength wrapped in his unblemished golden skin. 

It wasn't until you lathered your hands with shampoo and reached your arms up to wash his hair that a broken sob escaped his chest. 

"I know," you murmured to him as you massaged his scalp with your fingers, his entire body rocking with his tears. You didn't know, you didn't have a clue, but Hoseok felt himself clinging to confidence in your words. You weren't dismissing his cries you saw and felt each one. 

He tilted his head back at your gentle guidance and focused on breathing as the warm water washed through his hair. 

He nearly composed himself as you conditioned his hair, quickly only letting out soft whimpers by the time you turned off the water. You toweled the two of you off quickly, dressing him in his sweats before deciding you needed the shirt more than him and traded your soaked tee for his. It fell just above your knee, and you wore shorter things in the club, so you deemed it an appropriate nightgown for the night before leading Hoseok to his room where you joined him in bed. 

The silence was only broken by small sniffles as he hugged you before you finally asked in the darkness, "Do you want to talk about it?" 

His body shuttered with another sob as he let out a broken no in response. You didn't push after that; you only began stroking your fingers in his hair, pushing it back from his face, like he once said his mother used to. 

"Do you want me to go?" you asked softly, he shook his head buried in your shoulder, and that was that. You stayed with him, letting him mourn and process and slowly reel himself back together again as he desperately tried to fill the void in his chest. You held him as his sobs became sniffles and slowly drifted into soft snores, and even when your own eyes drooped, you held him through the night.

The next morning you woke up alone in Hobi's empty bed to the smell of bacon. When you wandered out of the room, you saw him dressed and smiling as he placed a plate of food on the table. 

"I thought we could eat breakfast before I head into work," he offered as an explanation pulling the juice out of the fridge. 

You tried not to be too thrown by his sudden change in mood and instead basked in the glow of his smile, as you joined him for the quiet meal. You insisted on doing the dishes so he wouldn't be late, and he thanked you before hurrying out the door. 

You turned on the TV as you scraped the grease from the pan and into the trash, hearing the morning news drone on until something caught your attention. The reporter went on explaining how Kim Martin, the robber responsible for Jung Dawon's murder, was found dead in an alley in the 7th ward last night. 

---

"So when is your next day off?" Hoseok asked as he stole a kettle chip from your bag, pursing his lips at the salt and vinegar. It was his least favorite flavor, but the fucker insisted on eating your food. 

"Umm today might be the only day for a while, I'm scheduled for like every day this week, why?" 

"You didn't take off for a while to lie low?" he questioned in disbelief.

"No, why would I? They aren't after me or anything they're after Bambie," you said, choosing to stick with the code name you gave Jungkook. 

If he wasn't going to reveal your identity to his friends, you wouldn't tell yours, besides you were fairly certain Hoseok was involved in some gang shit and you were not about to give him the motive to dig into anything deep. Especially when people were getting assaulted for it. 

"Y/N, you don't know how guys like this work they hold grudges," he warned. 

"Look, this was nearly 5 days ago, I technically did lie low. And besides, I'm trying to take off for Mid Terms next month, I need to be able to pay my rent to do so," 

His face fell immediately "Y/N, you know if you ever need help you could always-"

"Hobi, what is rule number one of living in Alcor?"

"Don't eat the chili fries at Dax's." 

You gave him a knowing look, and he slumped in his chair with a sigh, "Don't borrow money from anyone."

"Exactly, those were the exact orders you gave me my first week of living here, and I intend to stick to it,"

"Yeah, but I would like to think I'm different, that you could trust me to not hold that against you," 

You turned away from the hurt in his eyes with a sigh, "Look, I'll be extra careful, and besides, I should be done with the night shifts by the end of the month if the scholarship for med school goes through," you said with a smile. At the reminder, Hoseok immediately lit up. 

"We need to plan your graduation party."

"Hobi, I don't want a-"

"I was thinking I could maybe rent a private room at the new club in BP" he continued ignoring your protest.

You graduate undergrad in 56 days. Then the two weeks later, you immediately start summer classes for Medical School. Alcor University's medical program was intensive, and one of the best in the world. And while the tuition for your bachelors was covered entirely by scholarship, you were still scrambling to afford the cost of living in the city.  

Medical School was a whole different story, you just got your acceptance letter for the fast-tracked program last month. This program took your four years of schooling before residency and shoved it in about two and a half years of non-stop classes, no summer or winter breaks the only school. 

You can't imagine having to work while going through such intensive studies, so you have been applying for scholarships and grants non-stop since your acceptance. Hoping you can scramble enough money to meet your living needs, so you only have to work weekends at 929. You even debated on moving into an apartment with a few more roommates just to lower your rent a little more. 

Hobi continued to lay out his plans for your graduation party, it started sounding like a 3-day event. Still, maybe you were in need of a little fun before you entered your academic hell. 

---

Min Yoongi parked his bike on a side road, securing the helmet to its lock before making his way down one of the main streets in the 6th ward. After reviewing some of the footage on the few surveillance cameras in the area, he found that the two thugs who snuck up on Jungkook that night were members of the Black Tips, a gritty gang from the 6th ward itching to expand their territory. 

It was likely the thugs just saw Jungkook and decided to act out on their own to help pull them up the ranks, but to be safe, Yoongi has Jin, their best spider after Taehyung, keeping an ear out to make sure it wasn't a direct order from their higher-ups.

 The city of Alcor was the large and filthy port city that served as the capital of Kros, a small merchant nation that was ruled by capitalism. In Kros, the market was more powerful than any politics making the two interchangeable when it came to state affairs. 

Alcor is formally split into 11 wards, but most would say the city is clearly divided in two, the East and the West. The scumball that is the West was made up of Wards 4-9. The 4th and 5th warehouse districts make for a slow gradient through the ghettos and underdeveloped, impoverished areas, until you reach the 9th ward. The Pleasure Ward. A place of gambling halls, raunchy street vendors, and brothels. 

No single gang owns the massive tumor that is the 9th ward, but neighborhoods and territories could be claimed. While BTS's stronghold lay firmly in the 7th ward, they had a handful of investments in the 9th, the most prominent being The Bulletproof Casino, the largest and most successful gambling hall in the Westside. 

Bulletproof had undergone three expansions since its opening seven years ago. And thanks to the smart guidance of the founder and the gang's leader RM, it has quickly put a handful of half-assed lesser halls out of business. One of them being the Golden Drop, the Black Tips old club. Things have been tense since they sold their business to a Mr.Kim Namjoon two years ago, only to find the businessman had turned around and immediately sold the plot of land to BTS. The poor bastards didn't have a clue that the whole transaction was done by RM the entire time. He's done well to keep up his alias in his upcoming years. 

Suga wished that Jungkook would do the same. 

It sure would keep him out of a hell of a lot more trouble, incidents like the other night wouldn't have happened if the runt knew how to keep his head down, but the younger generations were not fond of street names. 

Only Taehyung, who went by V, kept his because RM required that dealers have them to make it harder to get busted by cops in case some doped up idiot ever gets caught. But Taehyung has nearly grown out of the name as he's proved himself to be much more than a dealer. 

The boy was cut from the same cloth as his cousin Jin and proved himself to be an excellent spider. A position not too far from being a spy, a collector of secrets and information from any person around the city. Possibly an even better one as Jin continues to slowly become the public face of The Bulletproof Casino, dealing with investors and stockbrokers of higher society has made it harder for him to blend in with the lowlifes of the West Side. Taehyung, however, has found himself able to worm his way in and out of the upper and lower class seamlessly and always dug up the dirt BTS needed. 

What sets RM apart from the other scum of the lower West was he had an eye for all the currencies in life and invested in each of them; coin, knowledge, talent, and secrets. It was the secrets he held on nearly every big name in the city that slowly made BTS untouchable. Helping them live to their claim of being bulletproof. 

Maintaining the dignity of the gang was how they ensured they lived up to that claim. That was why Suga was here to track down the two punks that tried to take out one of their own. 

A member of their inner circle no less. BTS's civilian network was massive, every employee at every business they owned or invested in was loyal to BTS either willingly or out of obligation. 

RM was known for helping relieve people from their debts, give them a second chance at life and allow them to pay him back at a much reasonable pace than any collector would allow. And they could do it financially, through their labor, or their services. Taking small jobs offered by a darker clientele. Slipping poison in a cup, being a lockpick in a heist, cutting the breaks in someone's car. These risks helped clear a large portion of the debt they may owe. 

BTS also had members, their Army, people who would take the tattoo on their arm knowing it acted as both a shield and a target, but it gave them a place and a family to belong to when they lacked either. Being an Army of BTS ensured you a job, shelter, and a full stomach all luxuries on the west side. 

Finally, within the members was their inner circle, people with titles who sat at RM's round table, because the corny bastard actually had a round dining table for family dinner which was scheduled to take place once a week, but happened most nights organically because his brothers liked to stay together.

Suga has been part of the inner circle since BTS was born from a gang raid gone wrong. He and Namjoon were just two bastards who came out of the rubble fighting and built the empire they had now over the past 7 years. He served as Namjoon's second before there was even an option for a third.

 And if the day ever comes when Namjoon is ready to step down and hand JK the reigns, a thought he entertains with Yoongi and Jin on quiet nights at the Den, Yoongi supposes he will serve as Jungkook’s second too. If the little brat would have him. He can't imagine himself walking away from the life he lives now. 

He holds nothing against Jin and Namjoon for wanting to leave. Holds nothing against them for wanting to live a quiet life with their partner, where they don't have to put their life, or someone else's on the line. Yoongi just can't imagine himself doing the same. BTS has always been his purpose; he loves his brothers and the world he's built for himself. He even likes it on days he has to clean up after snotty-nosed bunny teethed brats. 

Jon Waters was such a mundane name. Suga had to believe that the man covered himself in tattoo's to compensate for it. Especially as he entered the rundown pawnshop with bars on its windows and door to see how tacky they were in person. 

"You got a lotta nerve comin' into my shop," Jon growled the moment the bell alerted him of Suga's presence. 

"You have a lot of nerve coming after my kid in the middle of the night. Tell me did you cry when you got your ass handed to you by some college girl," he mocked 

Jon's eyes narrowed as his hand reached under the cabinet for his gun, "I'll kill you."

"1421 Lilac Drive" was his Dull response. Jon's eyes widened in shock. 

"That's your sister's address, right? I gotta say you did well when your mom ditched you guys, joining a gang to provide for her. Quite noble. Sending her off to university, she didn't graduate, though," he sent a taunting smile. "Who needs your masters when you can get your Mrs. I'm sure it was easy for her to marry rich with an ass like that."

"Watch it," he snapped. 

"Oh, it's hard not to. But not for long I hear she is carrying, things tend to sag after having a baby." Suga mused lazily. 

"What's your point, you think knowing who my sister is, is going to scare me?" 

"It should. Especially since I have someone stationed outside her house right now, and if I don't walk out of here. Hell, if I come out with my hair a little ruffled, they have orders to shoot."

"You're fucking bluffing."

"Do you really want to test me?" Jon's lips became a thin line as he made a point to take the magazine out of his gun and set them both on the counter between them. 

"Goodman," Suga taunted as he locked the door of the shop and flipped the sign to close. "Now let's talk,"

---

Your day was much less interesting after your lunch with Hobi, you had one more lab before you dragged yourself to the library to get some studying done. 

You were returning to your mundane struggling college student mindset as you stepped onto the elevator to take you to the fifth floor, the quietest and therefore, your favorite floor, in the library. 

You were so caught up in responding to a friend about going to see her art exhibit in a few weeks that you almost didn't notice someone standing in front of the elevator doors as it stopped on the third floor. 

You glanced up mindlessly and locked eyes with a familiar set of brown, doe eyes. 

Which was fitting since Jungkook very much looked like a deer caught in headlights. He stood in front of you, wearing all black, which led you to think that was his usual attire. His backpack was slung over one shoulder, and you noticed the hand that gripped it was bound in a black brace. 

You were his mirror as you both gaped at each other, for an unreasonably long amount of time, not knowing what to do. 

You opened your mouth to break the silence when the doors began to slide shut, seeming to break Jungkook from his trance as he backed away from the elevators and sped towards the stairs deciding he could use the cardio anyways. 

Jungkook felt a myriad of confusing emotions as he descended the stairs to the library. But he knew he sure did feel stupid. 

He felt stupid for trying to board an elevator with the up arrow lit up when he wanted to go down to the first floor. He figured his lazy ass would ride it up and back down a few minutes and save himself the effort. 

He also felt stupid for walking away. Getting in the elevator with you would have been awkward, but now that he walked away, he probably made himself seem like a creep. You seemed a little suspicious of him the night you met, but now you were definitely going to think he was in some sketchy gang shit. 

And of course, he was, but he didn't want you to know that. 

Jungkook also felt stupid for being worried about what you might think of him. While he was now charged with making sure your life was never at risk in the 7th ward, he wasn't supposed to ever really see you or talk to you again. 

On a campus of 15,000+ students, he was certain he has never seen you in his life, but of course, he sees you now. In the library of all places. 

But most of all, Jungkook felt stupid for being excited to see you. To see that the bruise on your cheek had faded to a healthy yellow and that your leggings were tucked comfortably in the black boots, he got you.

Either you didn't have a lot of shoes, or you actually liked his gift. He smiled to himself at the second thought. 

Jungkook's thoughts were filled with you as he made his way back to the Den. He wondered if he might happen upon seeing you on campus regularly, or if he blew his one time chance. 

He would like to think that he would say hi next time he stumbled across you. He wondered if you were graduating soon and leaving town or if you would be in the city for a while longer. The part of Alcor you were in wasn't the nicest, but he liked the thought of you getting to move uptown some after you graduate and maybe seeing you in your favorite coffee shop. 

You were kind and funny and didn't completely freak out at the fact that Jungkook was mugged, and that they tried to chase you and possibly kill you for helping him escape. He liked the thought of having a friend outside of BTS who didn't care about what he did like you might. 

Jungkook was thinking about you even as his phone buzzed with a text from RM with orders for a family dinner tonight.  

a/n: So this isn’t quite what I wanted to be, but I really wanted to get something out for you guys to read. I already started pt.3 and have BIG plans. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Please comment and let me know if you want to see more. and what you liked, loved, or hated about it. I can only learn from feedback :)

-> pt. 3

[nastasyafilippovnas]

santhony + “No one will ever compare to you.”

better late than never, right? lol 

santhony + no one will ever compare to you, pre-canon, 1.5k (ao3)

It was two in the morning and the couple on the apartment upstairs was arguing again. From his place in bed, seating with his back against the headboard, Anthony could hear their shouts loud and clear through the thin material of the ceiling. Next to him, Siena slept soundly, unbothered by the confusion. Since they had started seeing each other three months ago, it had always been like this. She had told him she learnt early on to get her rest whenever she could, because you never knew when a rehearsal would run late. Before her, Anthony had never thought how much work went into becoming an opera singer, now it seemed like every moment she wasn’t with him, Siena was either rehearsing or performing. Her hair was sprawled on next to him and he played mindless with it, his father’s watch on his other hand. Soon he would have to leave her. He wanted nothing more than lay down and curl next to her, enjoying the few hours they had left together.

Unlike her, though, he had always had trouble falling asleep. There was always so much going on, problems with the state, Daphne’s dowry to secure for her season next year, it felt like his brain could hardly shut down. And when he did manage to close his eyes, even then the smallest of noises would wake him up. Needless to say, he never got much sleep whenever he spent the night at her place.

The apartment itself wasn’t that bad. Anthony had seen the awful conditions in which the lower classes lived, among the filth, sewage and rats infesting their houses. Her place, despite being terribly small, was at least clean and in a decent neighborhood. Unfortunately, in order to pay the rent, she had to share it with four other singers and there were only two bedrooms. That meant that, whenever one of them was entertaining a male companion, at least one of them had to sleep on the threadbare couch on the living room. Tonight was Lisa’s turn, if he was not mistaken. And then tomorrow or the day after it would be Siena’s turn to spend the night on the couch as Lisa had her gentleman over. Anthony frowned at that thought. Her bed was already uncomfortable, the mattress too hard and thin. He didn’t like imagining her on that couch, on the cold living room, sleeping without any of the comforts he was so used to having every night.

A loud bang echoed through the room, indicating that one of the members of the couple upstairs had finally had enough and had decided to leave, taking his frustrations on the door. Instead of just leaving, however, the man continued the discussion outside and woke up the entire floor above them.

Anthony sighed in frustration. That was the last straw. They couldn’t continue like this.

“Siena…” He shook her shoulder lightly to get her to wake up.

“Anth…” She woke up fully before finishing his name, leaving Anthony disappointed. He had already told her she could call him by his first time and yet she insisted on keeping the formalities between them. “My lord, is everything okay? Are you leaving already?” Siena asked, glancing at the open window for a moment, to confirm that it was still dark outside. She wasn’t a clingy person, but she still felt like her time with Anthony was always cut short. It worried her sometimes she was getting too attached to something that would end, sooner rather than later. 

It wasn’t hard to figure out what was going through her mind, Anthony thought. He had promised he would stay the night. And he had wanted to. Nothing gave him more pleasure than the smile on her face when she woke up and realized he was still there, wrapped around her. He had thought they could even have breakfast together. Staying with her wasn’t the problem. 

Her annoyingly loud neighbors who were the problem. That and the threadbare couch. And the shared bedrooms. And the twin-sized bed with the thin mattress. And the one communal bathroom down the hall, now that he thought about it. This whole place was the problem. Siena couldn’t continue to live like this. 

“You need to move.” He said, instead of answering her questions.

She laughed at him, seating up next to him. It was cute how he thought she could just up and leave because her neighbors kept him awake at night. The rich were really something else.

“Do you know how hard it was to get this place with this price? Lisa had to seduce the landlord. I know you hate all the noise but it’s not that bad really.”

Just to contradict her, another loud sound came from upstairs and Anthony could swear he heard the ceiling cracking under the weight of whatever they had thrown around.

He raised his eyebrows at her and she could feel herself flushing under his stare. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t understand how this was an improvement.

“So they get loud, who doesn’t sometimes? We certainly did too last night, my lord.” He was about to protest, but she continued, “Maybe once I start getting cast as lead, I can get my own place. Mr. Piazzi told me he would pay me more once that happens.”

“Siena…” Anthony turned around, caressing her face and trying to get her to relax. He hadn’t wanted to make her upset. “You don’t have to worry about the money. I can get you a better place. A nice house in a good neighborhood, some servants…I could give you some money for expenses too. You don’t have to live like this.”

Siena had had an arrangement with an older gentleman before Anthony, just as she had started at the opera. She wasn’t ashamed of it, she would’ve never survived in London otherwise. But her and Anthony had never discussed payment before. Oh, he had given her stuff, a new dress, some pretty expensive earrings, a necklace once. It was standard practice. Siena wasn’t stupid to not know what it all meant. He had been showing his appreciation for her services. And yet, for a moment, she had forgotten who they were. She had let herself pretend they were just two people who liked each other. 

“And what am I supposed to do in exchange of that, my lord? Sit around and wait for you the whole day? Open my legs whenever you want?” She couldn’t hide the anger in her voice. She hated Anthony at that moment for reminding her what she was and what she would always be for a man like him. Just another convenient whore.

“No, of course not! You…you can do whatever you want. You are still going to be who you are.” Anthony paused, his hands going through his hair in frustration. “This is not coming out like I wanted it to.”  

“Try again, my lord. How did you want it to come out?” The words were still biting, but less so. 

Anthony looked down, and Siena noticed he was turning around the watch in his hand. 

“I don’t know how to do this right. I’ve never been in a relationship before.” He had been with other women, of course, but none had lasted as long as what he and Siena had. And none that he wanted to last for a lot longer. “I just…I thought about you spending the night in that sorry excuse for a couch in the cold living room and I wanted to do something about. There’s no reason for you to live in these conditions when I can give you something better.”

Siena bit her lip. He was still staring down at the watch and she moved closer, until she was seating in his lap. She took the watch from his hands and carefully placed it on the bedside table.

Anthony finally looked her in the eye.

“I want to take care of you.” He said simply.

She could hear the honesty in his words and see it in his eyes. Her left hand went up to his hair, caressing it softly, while the right one settled on his bare chest, above his heart.

“What happens when you grow tire of me?” Anthony opened his mouth, but she quickly put a finger on top of it to stop him. “Or when you finally marry someone?”

He kissed the finger still on top of his mouth. “If I may speak now…” Siena removed her hand from his mouth. “I think you’re forgetting a couple of things.” He said, his hand going around her waist and bringing her closer to him.

“What?”

“I have three brothers, two of them already old enough to have children, so I don’t have to get married. And…” He caressed her chin and brought her closer for a slow kiss. Before Siena could deepen it, he pulled apart. “Why would I marry? No one will ever compare to you.” 

He saw her smile for a moment before kissing him hard in the mouth and he knew it meant she had accepted his proposal.

“I can’t wait until I have you on a proper bed.” He said between the kisses.

“Shut up before I change my mind.” 

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Can you please do a complete scenario of the triple ask when you open request again I think it will not only be hilarious but also confusing to the over brats

I take that this is Kai having triplets? The poor man?

"Have kids they say. It will make you more human they say." He growled while you helped him a bit to clean that room.

"... your fault." You laughed at his scoff and hot glare at your back.

First time he ever fainted on his life was only when you two discovered that your pregnancy was not of one or two, but three. Three fucking brats. THREE AT ONCE.

He couldn't tell what felt worse. Having this bomb throw at him or the huge amount of jokes that Pops threw at him... and all of them made him want to emerge on the couch of pure disgust and embarrassment.

Now it passed at least 5 years. No way that he could anymore focus on the yakusa, but at least pops gladly understood and let him take care of things.

And dear lord those kids were not deviants. Were devils. At least two of them.

He had the curse eof having triplets boys. Two of them who aparently took a liking for playing outside more than anything while the other is more ease back but was always getting into fights with EVERYONE.

And to his dismay all of them got his quirk... all of them. Kiyoshi could overhaul only organic things, Kyoto only material things and Kameko both... and Kameko was the one who most got into fights.

He was paying for all of his past lives and this one sins with those brats. He was even with a bet with you that, in some years or even months, he was going to grow grey hair. And he was still parcially young!

"Well look at the bright side." He heard his wife speaking as he touched and fixed the floor... dammit Kyoto. "At least they didn't destroyed the whole house."

"Yet. Those pests are demons, they can do this at any possible second."

Rappa came in, holding both squiming kids while Kameko only walked by his side with a pout and glare at the ground.

"I think those two are yours." He growled before letting both kids drop on the ground.

"Filth bastard!" Kyoto shouted and immediately covered his mouth when he heard his parents calling out on his name.

"Wasted. Was your fault on the first place, you threw the first move now suffer." Kiyoshi spoke nonchantly as he got up and patted his clothing in disgust and with a frow on his eyebrows.

"Rappa... what happened?" You asked while Kai crossed his arms and glared down at the three boys.

"They almost let every precept down there insane is what happened!" He exclaimed "We were just fucking chilling and-"

The poor man didn't even got time to finish before Kameko simply poked Rappa on thhe leg and Kendo was overhauled in instants.

"You're annoying." The boy said nonchantly, as if he hadn't just killed a man just now.

"KAMEKO!" you and Kai shouted while the boy looked up innocently at both of you.

"What?"

Kai took his glove out and restored Rappa's body back and ordered him to leave with a sigh before he glared at his triplets.

"What the hell was that even for?"

Kyoto pointedd at his father and spoke nonchantly.

"You do this all the time." The three kids nodded vigorously while you winced a bit at their comment.

They did have a point...

"Do what I order, not what I do." He said with venom with dark eyes as he glared at them, the kids suddenly widened their golden eyes and got behind you for protection after seing the look on their father's face.

"Boys you can't just simply use your quirks on everthing on anyone like that, is not nice." You told sweetly while they looked up at you.

"But is fun constructing something with my quirk mommy!" Kyoto exclaimed while Kiyoshi agreed, even if his own quirk was a bit different.

"Listen to mama's orders for once and stop being stupid." Kameko slapped the back of his two brothers head, making them tear up while you crouched down to comfort them both.

"Kameko you can't just hit your brothers like that!" The boy arched a eyebrow before pointing at them both.

"They deserved it."

Kai's eye twitched violently before he heard a muffled chuckle behind him... Pops.

"You know my boy, they got this kind of attitude for you when you were on their age."

"With all due respect Pops. Shut it." He growled while the kids gasped.

"Swear jar!"

"Kyoto just a few minutes ago you said 'filth bastard', don't be a hypocrite and watch your fucking language." He noticed his own swear and sighed while face palming.

"Now you said more than us." Kiyoshi said nonchantly back and he only cringed more.

He loved those three demons, but by god, he and his wife needed a vacation. Urgently.

[groundnul]

The Call: Modern! Kyojuro X Depressed Reader

Request: Hi there, fam! 💖 May i ask you a scenario of Kyōjurō helping a depressed y/n? Thank you ~

Title: The Call 

Pairing: Kyojuro X Reader 

Words: 3580

Warnings: depression, brief mentions of suicide (the mentions of suicide are put between a set of bolded asterisks, so if you are sensitive to this type of material, you can skip that portion without missing much of the story)

Notes: this is set in the modern AU! history teacher kyojuro rocks my socks off

Summary: Reader gives fellow teacher and longtime crush Kyojuro Rengoku a late-night call. What will come of it? 

Impatient eyes stared at the clock across the room, waiting for the final bell. This day, like so many others in the past month, seemed to pass agonizingly slow. Lately, this is how time has felt for you. If you tried, you couldn’t remember what you were doing this time last week. Part of you is convinced it never even happened, like you’re just floating through a nonlinear collection of experiences independent of one another. What is a memory, anyway? 

Nevermind, that’s too deep. 

Eventually, the final school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. You reminded your homeroom students of their upcoming homework assignments and told them to travel safe and stay warm. After the last few students trickled out of your classroom, done with their cleaning duties, you closed the door and lay your head down on your desk in defeat. 

This rut you’ve been in isn’t exactly new to you, but that doesn’t make it suck any less. You’ve learned to live with your depression and manage the symptoms, but knowing how to take care of yourself and actually doing it are two very different things. 

You don’t know the last time you got a full night’s sleep, or had any time to yourself. You’ve eaten nothing but fast food for the past week because you can’t bring yourself to make a trip to the store, much less cook yourself an actual meal. Clothes are piling up around your apartment along with dirty dishes and miscellaneous school work. You know this isn’t how your life should be, but it is, and you’re too exhausted to fix it. 

It’s not like there’s anyone at home to clean up for, anyway. Clutter is your cat’s paradise, and you do well enough in your own filth that it doesn’t really matter to you right now. When you’re feeling up to it, you’ll take the time to get things in order. That time is just not right now. 

You startle at a loud knock on your door. Perking up in your seat, you smooth out your probably frizzy hair and preemptively plaster on a smile for the guest. Turning to the door, your smile becomes genuine. Tired, but genuine. 

The bright eyes of Kyojuro Rengoku peered through the small window of your door, his signature smile beaming. Ignoring the beating in your chest, you chuckle, gesturing for him to come in. He swiftly opens the door, striding over to your desk with a stack of papers in his hands.

“Hello, (L/N)-san!” he announces, holding out the papers to you. “Kocho-san asked me to drop these off.” 

“Thank you,” you say, accepting the papers from him. 

“My pleasure!” he assures, crossing his arms over his chest. “How was your day?” 

“Oh, it was good,” you say automatically, flipping through the papers. Resisting a sigh at the sheer amount of papers, you set them onto the desk, giving him your attention. “Thanks for asking. What about you?” 

“My day was great!” he exclaims, pumping a fist halfway up in enthusiasm. “My students are excited to learn more about the Muromachi period!” 

You let out a tired laugh at his show of passion, crossing one leg over the other. 

“I don’t blame them,” you say earnestly, smiling at him. “You’re very good at what you do, Rengoku-san.” 

He beams at the praise.

“Allow me to say the same about you!” he insists, his grin growing. “My students always look forward to your class.” 

Your face flushes at his praise, eyes looking anywhere but him. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, adjusting in your seat. Is it hot in here? “That’s very kind of you to say.” 

He nods, his expression dipping into something softer. As you cover a yawn, he crosses his arms back over his chest. 

“It’s true,” he says, eyes looking over you carefully. “Have you been getting enough sleep? You seem tired.” 

Your eyes widen at his unexpected question, stilling in your seat. What are you supposed to say to that? 

“Oh, well, I- um…” you stutter out, cursing his directness. “It’s just been one of those weeks, y’know.” 

You laugh half-heartedly, intertwining your fingers in front of you. It’s not really a lie, but it’s not the whole truth, either. “But thank you for your concern.” 

He nods understandingly, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. His eyes meet yours again. 

“Just let me know if there’s anything I can do to help!” he offers, hands shifting down to rest on his waist. But unprovoked, his eyes light up, as if he has a brilliant idea. “Actually, let me-” 

He digs into his pocket, pulling out a small pad of sticky notes. He feels for the pen in his front pocket, stepping forward towards your desk. He sets the notepad down on the edge, leaning over to scribble down several numbers. At this proximity, you can smell the subtle hint of his cologne. 

God, he smells so good. What you wouldn’t give to- 

At the recognition of your thoughts, you feel your face grow hot again. No. Absolutely not. You can’t think like that about a fellow teacher who is right fucking-

“Here,” he says, pulling the note off the pad and handing it to you. “My phone number, in case you need anything.” 

You can tell he doesn’t have any ulterior motives, no secret reason for doing this, but it makes your whole body feel flushed nonetheless. Hesitantly, you reach forward, gingerly taking the slip of paper from his hands. 

“Thank you,” you say softly with a gentle smile. He smiles back, murmuring a soft “mhm” as he straightens back up to his full height. A silence falls over the room, and as your eyes meet again, you can’t help but notice how intimate this interaction suddenly feels. 

Averting your eyes, you clear your throat, opting to grab the stack of papers in front of you. 

“W-well, I better get-” you start awkwardly. 

“Of course, of course, I’ll leave you to it,” he says, turning to walk back to the door. On his way out, he pauses to look back at you. 

“Have a good evening, (L/N)-san,” he says happily, grabbing the door knob. 

“Thank you,” you answer almost too quickly, internally scolding yourself. “You too, Rengoku-san.”  

With one final smile he pulls the door to, exiting your room. 

Once he’s definitely out of sight, you shyly cover your very red face, elbows propped onto the desk. 

To make a long story short, you’ve been into a certain history teacher for a very long time. After teaching here for two years, you were promoted to teach in the same grade as Kyojuro. Despite only getting to actually get to know him this year, you’ve admired him from afar during faculty meetings and assemblies. He’s the life of the party, the heart of this school. His unbreakable spirit and passion for what he does makes him a wonderful teacher and role model. And somewhere, in the midst of your admiration, you fell for him. Hard. 

He, of course, hadn’t noticed. If he noticed every girl that fell for his charm and good looks, he wouldn’t have enough hours in the day -- in your opinion, at least. Maybe you’re a little biased. Even so, you’re certain that if he did know of your feelings towards him, he wouldn’t reciprocate them. A guy like him would go for an outgoing, model-wife type of girl, someone who can confidently host a cocktail party. 

You sighed, tracing over the numbers on the note with your fingers. That’s why what just happened was so shocking to you. That brief moment you shared may have been nothing out of the ordinary for him, but for you, it made you feel on fire, setting off alarms inside your soul telling you to take hold of this man and never let go. 

Perhaps you were being a little dramatic. Regardless, that’s how you felt. 

Your head was still reeling. You got his number! Were you really going to call him? You had to, right? You instantly felt anxious at the thought, unsure of what you’d even talk about. You’d have to come up with something beforehand, a list of questions or maybe a topic area of interest. You could talk about school, if nothing else. He did say call if you ever need help, after all. 

Calming your nerves, you folded up the slip of paper, sliding it securely into your bag. Once you were home, you could think more about this latest turn of events, but for now you needed to get some work done.

. . . 

The remainder of your day passed easily enough. You finished up most of the grading you needed to get done as well as some paperwork that had been piling up. The walk home was uneventful, but you did grab some takeout. You ate while you watched the news, pushing your stubborn cat away from your food. For most of the night, you were fine. You didn’t clean up any of the mess in your apartment, but you weren’t stuck in your head for once, so you took the opportunity to indulge a little and watch your favorite show. 

But eventually, it seemed the high from your interaction with Kyojuro finally dissipated, leaving you feeling just as hollow as before. Doubts swirled your mind, assuring you had no chance at winning his affections, that you were unworthy of him. You found it hard to disagree as you lay in bed, tossing and turning. It was only around 10 p.m., which was rather early for you, but you figured it would be better to try and get more rest. You body was having none of it. 

You frustratedly sat up out of bed, shoving your feet into your slippers as you made your way into the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge, you found nothing of interest, so you just made some tea to sip on solemnly at the kitchen table. Staring at the wall across from you, you were barraged with a series of intrusive thoughts. 

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Thoughts about bad things you’ve done in the past, the people you’ve hurt. Thoughts about the people who hurt you, used you and humiliated you. Thoughts about yourself, everything you don’t like, everything you wish were different. Your heart sunk as memory after painful memory flooded into your brain, tainting the calm atmosphere of the night with sadness and disappointment. 

Soon enough, you were crying over your cup of tea, wondering just what in the hell is wrong with your brain. Why can’t you just be happy like everyone else? Why can’t you just take pride in who you are and what you do? Why isn’t that enough? 

Will it ever be enough? Would you be better off dead? Would that be easier than enduring this-

 No, you scold yourself, not everyone is happy. Everyone has their own issues. You can’t let this temporary lapse in judgement permanently alter your life. This pain is temporary, and it will pass just as it has before. You wouldn’t be better off dead. You would leave behind the people who love you, your family, your students. You couldn’t do that to them. And shit, what if there is a chance with Kyojuro? Are you just going to throw that away? 

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You sigh, sniffling as you wipe the stray tears from your face. Across from you on the table is your bag, left haphazardly in your exhaustion. You see the corner of the sticky note Kyojuro gave you sticking out from the interior pocket. You stare at it for a long time. 

Should you call him right now? You look at the time on your phone -- 10:33. It’s disrespectful to call someone so late. But it is a Friday, and... 

You’d like to hear his voice right now. Listen to whatever he’s willing to say. Slowly, you reach across the table, digging into your bag for the note. Pulling it out, you study the numbers again. You muster a sad smile as you examine his handwriting. It’s cute. 

Unlocking your phone, you dial in his number, holding your finger over the call button. Should you really be doing this? 

On the upside, if you call and he doesn’t pick up, you can just hang up. He won’t know it’s you that called him. On the other hand, if he does pick up… oh, fuck it. What’s the worst thing that could happen? 

In a moment of surprising boldness, you hit the call button as your phone rests on the table. Part of you is so unbelievably shocked you actually pressed the button, and the other part is running through every possible worst-case-scenario. It’s the familiar “hello?” coming through your speaker that breaks you from your shock, sending you scrambling to pick up your phone from the table. You manage to put the phone to your ear as he says a second “hello?”, this time more confused. Damnit, he must have heard your scrambling. Oh well. 

“Hello?” you say into the speaker, trying to mask your anxiousness. You clear your throat quietly, trying to eliminate the scratchiness from your earlier crying. 

“(L/N)-san?” he asks, sounding a little lost.  

“Y-yeah!” you manage in a soft, yet cheery tone. “Sorry for calling so late. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” 

You turn your head and sniffle, trying to mute the sounds of your previous sadness. You hear shuffling on the other end of the line, the sound of blankets moving. 

“No, I was just winding down for the night,” he explains, but there’s a touch of either concern or alarm in his voice. You can’t really tell which without seeing his face. “Is everything alright? You sound like you’ve been crying.” 

You chuckle humorlessly, pinching the bridge of your nose at your foolishness. Why did you think this would be a good idea, again? 

“No, no, everything’s okay,” you say dismissively, waving a hand even though he can’t see you. “It’s, um…” 

You choose your words carefully, cautious of telling him too much. 

“It’s just been a rough night, is all,” you finish honestly, sniffling again. 

“Oh,” he responds quietly. There’s a pause before he speaks again, like he’s deciding what to say. “... Do you want to talk about it? I’m happy to listen.” 

You sigh, clearing your throat again. These crying noises are probably annoying, you should stop doing that. 

“That’s okay, I just…” you trail, unsure. “Actually, I don’t really know why I called you… so this is probably kind of weird…”

Regret wells up within you. You shouldn’t have called. 

“You know what, I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have called, I should just-” you begin, frustrated with yourself for thinking this was a good idea. 

“Don’t worry,” he interrupts your rambling, cutting off your negative thoughts with the warmth of his words. “We all have nights like that.” 

A beat of silence passes. You feel yourself relax a little. 

“I’m glad you called, actually,” he admits, and you hear more shuffling on the other side of the line. It sounds like he’s in bed, judging from the slight creaking of the bed. 

“Really?” you ask in playful disbelief, fully aware of how fast your heart was starting to beat as you sipped your tea. 

“Mhm,” he says, and you can hear his smile as he speaks. “I forgot to ask for your number earlier.” 

You just about spat out the liquid in your mouth, but instead, swallowed roughly, coughing for a moment before letting out a haggard laugh. 

“What was that?” he asks curiously. 

“You just about killed me is all,” you chuckle, wiping up tea drips that did manage to escape your mouth. You cough again into your sleeve, laughing. You hear his pleasant laugh from the other side of the line, and will the blush on your cheeks to die down. 

“I’m glad I didn’t,” he says, and you can’t quite tell if he’s being genuine or playful. Maybe both. 

“Me too,” you reply with a breathy giggle, standing up from your chair to walk around your house. You were beginning to feel antsy. You wracked your brain for something to talk about, your mind eventually thinking back to earlier in the day. 

“Actually, I did have something I wanted to ask you,” you admit, dodging your cat as it ran through your legs. 

“What’s that?” he asks, sounding intrigued. 

“Earlier today, you mentioned something about the Muromachi period,” you say, hoping you didn’t sound like too much of a bore. You shouldn’t, right? This is his thing. “... Could you tell me a little bit about it? Or- or anything, really… I just… I just like hearing your voice.” 

The latter part of your sentence was so quiet that if he wasn’t listening as hard as he was, Kyojuro would have missed it. Luckily, listening was a specialty of his, and he took your compliment to heart.  

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” he replies cheerily. “But if you’d like an in-depth explanation, we might need to arrange a coffee date.” 

You were quiet for so long Kyojuro worried he said something wrong, but really, your mind was just racing, your feet glued to the floor. He proposed it so casually, like it was no big deal. Did he usually do this? Either way, you were absolutely floored. 

“(Y/N)?” you heard him ask through the speaker, forcing you from your thoughts. You’re too flustered to realize he used your first name. 

“Y-yeah!” you say a little too loudly, wincing at your volume. “That sounds great.” 

“Great,” he comments confidently. “How about tomorrow around noon? We could meet at that little cafe near the school.” 

You can’t help the stupid grin on your features. 

“That sounds perfect,” you say, contemplating your next words. “But… I do have a question.” 

“Hm?” he hums attentively. 

“... Do you take out all of your fellow teachers on coffee dates?” your voice is quiet, hesitant. In truth, you’re afraid he’ll say yes, that all of this is just normal to him. You’re praying this date is what you think it is. 

“You’d be the first,” he confesses openly, sensing what you’re getting at. 

You bite your lip to contain your excitement, sealing away the tsunami of screeches building within you. 

“Good to know,” you say bashfully, letting out the breath you were holding. 

“Now, about the Muromachi period…” he begins, sounding awfully scholarly all of a sudden. You laugh at his abrupt change of topic, but listen quietly as he runs you through the story of Ashikaga Takauji’s fight against the Kenmu Restoration. Part of you thinks you should be taking notes, but the other part of you just enjoys hearing him speak. Nestling into bed, you snuggle up under the covers to the sound of his voice, occasionally asking questions. Right now, it felt like he was a friend you’d known for years. 

“Wait, so people would get punished for showing this Takauji guy in a good light?” you ask for clarification, wondering if you really heard him right.

“Mhm,” Kyojuro affirmed, surprised you were actually listening-- or, rather, still awake. “It was only in the last fifty years that we were able to appropriately evaluate Takauji’s influence in context. Before then, it was considered a form of slander against the state.” 

“Wow,” you mused, staring up to the ceiling. “That’s wild. It’s so crazy how people in power can basically rewrite history.” 

You move your phone away from you, checking the time for the first time since you laid down. 

“Wha-It’s almost one in the morning!” you tiredly exclaim, embarrassed you kept him up this long. “I’m so sorry, Rengoku-san. I wasn’t keeping track of time. I didn’t mean to keep you up so late!” 

He chuckles at your apologies, shifting in his own bed. 

“It’s fine,” he reassures you, a touch of humor still in his voice. “I enjoyed talking with you. You’re a very good listener.” 

His honest words struck a chord within you, bringing back your bashfulness from earlier. 

“Well, you’re very interesting to listen to,” you say truthfully, expression soft as you consider what to say next. “But I guess we can continue this conversation tomorrow.” 

“Right,” he says.

The silence between the two of you is comfortable, neither wanting to hang up. You’re the first to break the quiet. 

“Thank you, Rengoku-san, for everything,” you say gratefully, hoping he gets what you mean. 

“It was my pleasure,” he says warmly. “And (Y/N)--” 

You breath gets caught in your throat at the sound of your first name coming from his lips. 

“Mhm?” you inquire wordlessly, not trusting your voice at the moment. 

“You can call me Kyojuro,” he finishes, voice soft. 

Cue that giant, stupid, silly grin of yours again. 

“Okay,” you reply, hoping he can’t hear the pure joy in your tone. “Goodnight, Kyojuro. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

He chuckles, and your heart flutters in adoration and embarrassment. He could totally tell how happy that made you. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N). See you tomorrow.” 

As the call ends, you can’t help but yell out in excitement, startling your cat. With a soft apology and a laugh, your turn to put your face into your pillow, yelling and kicking your feet like a school girl. 

A date with Kyojuro Rengoku. 

Perhaps calling him was a good idea after all.

[hollands-poppet]

Don’t Make Me Choose// Chapter 7

Mob!Tom Holland and Mob!Harrison Osterfield AU series

A/N: Hi guys! I’m usually not this dark and Tumblr is usually my escape from everything but I have to say what I believe and stand for. Black Lives Matter, and if you’re with the ‘alllivesmatter’ shit then you can just go ahead and unfollow. I will always stand up for what I think is right, I will be reblogging a bunch of resources and anything to do with the cause. But hopefully this story can also be an escape for you, even if its just for a couple of minutes. -Amy 💛💛💛

Word Count: 6.4K 💛

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 

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Warnings: angsty, alcohol abuse, cussing, Italics is flashback, I didn’t proofread this at all 

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It was around 5:40 a.m. when the twitters of a hummingbird at the window woke Y/N from her sleep. She rubs her eyes to help soften the blur from her sleep, the peaking light coming from the window softly highlighting her facial features. She turns to her side and keeps her focus on the bird that continues to tweet at her window. All she could think was how beautiful the bird was, and why it had chosen to come to her window.

That’s when Tom’s arm comes around Y/N’s waist and he pulls her in, his head resting on the top of her shoulder. “Darling,” he kisses her shoulder. “Why are you awake so early?” She brings her cheek to his, “I can’t sleep.”

“Mm…” Tom lets out as he dozes off.

“Tom?” She questions as she holds onto his arm tightly, he keeps his eyes closed as he responds to his wife, “Hm?”

“Do you promise that you’ll never leave me no matter what happens?”

It didn’t even take more than a heartbeat for Tom to wake up from his sleep, he turns her over ever so gently, “Hey, hey… what’s going on?”

Y/N faces the ceiling, she was legitimately nervous that Tom was going to be upset that she was pregnant, “It’s just I had a nightmare and I broke one of your antique vases-”

She was lying, she couldn’t tell him the truth even yet.

He lets out a quiet laugh, “Love, I will never leave you over anything dumb like that- especially over something easily replaceable.”

She wipes a few tears that escape her eyes, “I know, it’s just… it felt so real. I just don’t ever want to lose you.”

He sighs and kisses her forehead, “I will always love you, Y/N. Remember that, I will never leave you. I promise you.” He snuggles into her and holds her tightly, and even though what he spoke was the truth this was something that he couldn’t really promise her. This lifestyle was too dangerous to promise anything and she knew that too. He felt terrible for making a promise that he couldn’t keep.

She rests her chin on his messy chocolate curls, she really took in this moment because it was going to be one of the last moments they had before Tom found out about the baby. This was the new home she had come to know and love and she knew what she had gotten herself into. She was going to do whatever it took to convince her husband to leave the lifestyle.

It only took Tom about 10 minutes to completely doze off and Y/N couldn’t go back to bed. She got up very slowly, removing Tom’s grip gently as she could so that she wouldn’t wake him up. She grabbed her robe from the floor as her feet hit the ground. She tiptoed as she covered her body and made her way to her bedroom balcony, slowly opening the sliding windows. The hummingbird chills around the ledge, almost as if it was leading her that way.

She had wanted some fresh air before she got changed to leave for the rest of the day, and just watched the hummingbird as it hovered right in front of her.

“You’re a cute little guy, aren’t ya?” She giggles as the hummingbird leaves her sight and makes its way down lower to the backyard. She continues to watch it fly around as she gets lost in her thoughts, she knew she was going to be busy for the rest of the day because of the ball.

And in all honesty, it was going to get cancelled because of the threat Y/N had received from this so-called Ceez. The only reason why this was continuing was because a virus outbreak was taking over the world, and this ball might be one of the last times a gathering at this proximity was going to be allowed for a while. It was a big goodbye to a lot of what was formally going to be known as normal. Tom decided that security was going to be amped up to filth, no one that wasn’t on the list was going to be allowed in.

As she stands on her balcony watching the hummingbird fly around, she notices Harrison’s guesthouse door open. She picks up her robe from her shoulders and watches closely as he exits his front door and just stands there. He doesn’t notice Y/N on her balcony but is noticing the sky change from purple to a blood orange. It was a pretty morning, and the two of them were taking in the beautiful morning from separate sides of the house.

Just as she is about to go back inside, she notices Bella come up behind the blonde and hug him. Y/N can’t help but smile, they were sweet. They both looked truly happy, and Y/N thought maybe tonight her and Harrison could at least be cordial. Maybe there was a way all of them could live without tension and forget about the past. Harrison and Bella share a kiss beneath the color changing sky, and Y/N decides to walk away. She gave them their privacy, and now was the time to start getting ready for the day.

She made her way into her closet and dressed herself in a matching black two piece outfit, and some slides. She was going to be decorating and directing everyone for the first part of the day so she wanted to be comfy. Her glam squad was going to be at the location in one of the rooms that was rented along with the ballroom space. She puts her hair into a messy bun as she walks into the bedroom, she grabs her keys and bag but before she reaches the door she hears her name.

“Y/N?” Tom says as he sits up with only one eye open.

She makes her way to the bed where her husband lies, “Morning love, I have to get set up for later.. I didn’t want to wake you up again.”

He gives her a tired smile, “You’re good, Y/N. I just wanted to tell you that I’ll meet you at the ball as soon as you reach the bottom of the stairs.”

She smiles, “I’ll see you there.” Even though she wanted to give him one kiss, she simply gave him a quick peck on the cheek to build anticipation between them.

As she walks away, he calls her name once more. “Y/N?”

She stops at the door and looks over her shoulder, “Yeah?”

“I just wanted to get another look at you.” Tom knew A Star is Born was one of her favorite movies so he knew she would love this cheesy shit.

“Shut up, I’ll see you later.” She lets out a giggle as she leaves her husband, she probably wasn’t going to see him til later that night. She makes her way down the stairs, and as soon as she reaches the end she sees Bella walk in from the backyard.

“Hey girlie.” Y/N remarks as soon as she sees her. Her friend laughs suspiciously, “Yikes, this looks really bad doesn’t it?”

The two girls laugh, and an awkward silence carries a bit between the two.

Y/N breaks the silence, “ Honestly, I understand. Harrison is a great guy… you two deserve each other. You really do.” Bella smiles and actually feels thrilled that her friend is happy for her, and without a doubt in her mind she hugs Y/N. And without hesitation, Y/N hugs her back.

“Well,” Bella pulls away from the hug. “Did you want some company today?”

Y/N nods as she digs through her purse for her keys, “Are you sure? I’m gonna be gone all day which means no Haz for awhile.”

Her brunette friend laughs, “I can live with that, I’ll just have my things dropped off at the location later.”

Y/N smiles, “Cool, we’ll get some pink drinks on the way there.” The two friends leave, and look forward to a night they both won’t forget.

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Even though Tom basically had the day off, he decided that he was going to finish up some of his paperwork. He had finally taken a break after hours of work to get ready for the ball and he had picked out his best burgundy suit to correlate with Y/N’s pink dress. He wished he had gotten to spend more time with her today but he knew that tonight was going to be special.

As he rolls lint off his suit, he hears a knock at the door, “Tom?”

The brunette turns around to see his best friend Harrison all cleaned up and dressed up really nice, this was only getting him hyped up even more. He made his way towards his best friend, “Haz, mate you look dashing!”

They both give each other a bro hug, “Thanks, man. I’m just happy this stupid day is finally here.” Haz remarks as he pulls away and fixes his collar.

Tom nods in agreement and crosses his arms, “I feel you there but we got to make the best of it especially with this virus taking over the world.”

Harrison bites his lip, “You’re right about that. The world is changing so quickly, who knows what will happen in the next few months.”

Tom sighs, “It’s a lot to take in but we’ll take it day by day.”

“Speaking of change, I wanted to show you something really quickly.” Haz remarks as he makes his way to his friend’s office door and shuts them. He turns around and reaches into his tuxedo pocket and pulls out a tiny blue box.

He holds in front of him and at first Tom doesn’t understand but then it clicks in his head that it wasn’t too long ago his friend said he wanted to propose to Bella.

“You should reach out to Bella, I’m sure she would love to be your date to the ball.”

Haz shakes his head, “There is no way she would even answer her phone after what I did to her. I was an asshole.”

“Mate, she understands… We explained everything to her. You should reach out to her when you start feeling a bit better.”

The blonde smiles, “Maybe so…” He looks at his broken yet healing body, I don’t know, I might just fuck around and propose to her.”

Tom lets out a breathy laugh, “Shut the fuck up, Harrison. You sure you’re still not drunk?”

Haz lets out a small laugh while trying not to make any sudden movements and trigger any pain, “I don’t know, man. I just need something to hold me down, you know?”

Tom laughs nervously, “Damn, man. I don’t know what to say.” He walks towards his friend slowly, “I didn’t think you were actually serious.”

Harrison lets out a heavy sigh, “You don’t have to say anything mate, just be happy for me… that would be enough.” He lets out a defeated smile and plays with the box in his hands, “At first, I really was joking but these past few days I’ve spent with Bella have been amazing. I can’t- I just decided that I wanted to start something new with her.”

Tom puts his hands on his friend’s shoulders, “Dude, I’m happy for you. I really am, this is amazing news. Let’s see the ring.”

The blonde opens the box and reveals a heart shaped ring, even Tom knew that Bella would love it and say yes in a heartbeat. “She’s gonna love it, mate! Just make sure Y/N and I are there to see it all.” Tom says as he makes his way back to his desk to collect his phone and gun from the desk.

As soon as Harrison heard Y/N’s name, he wanted to ask his best friend a serious question without revealing her pregnancy. He knew she wanted to surprise Tom so he was going to try to be as discreet as possible. “So…how's married life treating you?”

Being discreet was not in Harrison’s vocabulary.

Tom tucks his gun into his mid waist, “What are you trying to get at, Harrison?”

He looks at himself in the mirror in the office, “Well, I mean you did mention that you would possibly want me to take over the mob one day for you.”

The brunette turns from his desk to face his friend who is still checking himself out in the mirror, he was a little suspicious of Harrison but he still couldn’t get at why he was asking him these things.

“You know the more I think about it, I don’t think that would ever be possible… no one would ever let me live in peace and I couldn’t even think about raising a family in this life.” And that was the honest truth, he wanted what Y/N wanted but normal wasn’t ever going to be possible with him.

Harrison nods, he knew this was going to break Y/N. He faces his friend, “You know I would take a bullet for you man, if you ever wanted to raise a family… I would be here to run shit for you.”

Tom smiles, “Don’t worry, mate. We’ll have fun tonight, we can talk about more heavy stuff on a different day.” He knew Harrison had his best interest in mind, it was just very odd that they were talking about this right now but he wasn’t going to question his friend’s intentions.

“Did you mind if I ride with you Tom? I fucking forgot Bella is already with Y/N at the location.” Harrison asks as he readjusts his gun and pocket knife in their appropriate spots in his waist belt.

“Yeah, of course. Let’s go.” Tom says as he grabs his keys to lock his office doors.

The duo make their way across the mansion and to the limo that awaits them outside, Harrison didn’t know what to think. He knew that tonight should just be fun but he couldn’t help but feel like something was off tonight and he couldn’t pinpoint what felt off.

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“If you can please make sure that food starts going out at 7 p.m, and no exceptions...it’s either salmon, chicken or vegetables.” Y/N remarks as she finishes setting up the utensils at her table, she was becoming nervous as the night grew closer. The venue for the ball was just beautiful, it was all gold with an angelic painting on the ceiling, with stairs that had a circular balcony that connected some stairs.

The ballroom itself had a huge space for eating and a dance floor in the same room which Y/N loved because everything was connected. “Y/N! It’s time, you have to start getting ready!” Bella yells from the top of the stairs, “Hurry up!”

Y/N laughs as she gently fixes the spoon on her mother-in-law’s spot in the table, “Just a second..I’m coming!” She backs away and finally feels at peace with the way her table looks, “Okay, I’ll leave everything else to you guys. If you need me, please give me a call!” She says loud enough so that the workers around her can hear.

She makes her way through the tables to eventually reach the staircase, and as she makes her way to the top everything starts to feel as if everything is coming together perfectly.

As soon as she reaches Bella, her friend hands her a water “Y/N, you need to just chill now. You’ve been working hard all day.”

She nods and opens her water bottle, “I know, I know. I’m just a perfectionist.” She takes a sip and pulls out her phone to check the time and she had run a bit behind on time because it was already past 4. Guests were scheduled to start arriving at 6 p.m. and she hadn’t even started hair or makeup.

Y/N and Bella finally reach the room that was booked for hair and makeup, and are immediately greeted by their glam squad that did Y/N’s hair and makeup for her wedding.

“Wait, before I start let me give Tom a quick call-”

Bella snatches Y/N’s phone from her hand, “Nope! Take a seat, we’re already running behind, Tom will just have to see you when he gets here.” She tucks Y/N’s in her pocket, “ Relax and get ready. I’ll be in the restroom if you need me.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and laughs, “Fine, I guess you’re right.” Before she takes her seat, she gives her artist Sarah a quick hug and kiss. She has always trusted Sarah with her face and she knew she wouldn’t fail her tonight.

She rests her feet on the vanity while Sarah begins to rub some primer on her face. She planned to have her eyes closed for most of the makeup process, she was feeling a mixture of things. Y/N felt nervous because the ball was still happening on risk terms and conditions. She wanted to cancel the ball too but with the coronavirus uprising, she agreed with the continuation for one last hoorah.

She brings her hands to her stomach, she has yet to show a bump but she was excited for the new life that was growing inside of her. She was hoping that this new beginning would lead to a somewhat normal life with Tom, a possible life without the mob.

A sort of a gateway to a new start, it was wild to think she was carrying a piece of Tom inside of her. A little bit of nausea starts to peak but it’s also manageable enough for Y/N to hold down.

“Are you okay?” Sarah asks as she starts to apply her foundation.

“Y-yeah, just a bit tired from setting up all day today.” Y/N says as she opens her eyes to look at her artist in the mirror.

Sarah smiles at her through the mirror as she applies her foundation, “Don’t stress, it’s going to be a night to remember.”

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Tom and Harrison exit the limo at the entrance of the venue, their pinky rings shine bright as they strut past all the guests to the entrance. James stands at the head of security at the door, “Good evening, Mr. Holland.”

“Hello, James. Everything going well I presume?” Tom says as he stops at the door to look at the line.

Jame responds, “Yeah, everything is going just as planned. All these people are trying to get in but they don’t have invites but they all are trying hard to get in.”

“Remember, no invite- no entry. Keep me updated.” Tom remarks as he walks past James with Harrison following behind him.

The moment the doors are opened for Tom and Harrison, the immediate smell of gardenia hits the two men. And they look around the huge ballroom to see the hints of gold and gardenia flowers decorated everywhere, all Tom could think was that Y/N had completely out done herself.

“Tom!”

The brunette turns back around to see his family walking through the crowd, the first person to see is his mom Nikki because of her fiery red hair. “Mum, it’s good to see you.” He gives her two quick kisses on the cheek, “Father, how are you?” He gives father Dom a stern handshake.

“Tom, it looks amazing in here. The clients are going to be truly impressed.” Tom’s father had retired almost 10 years ago but he still knew the business in and out. He wished he hadn’t left but he knew his son was doing a good job of keeping up the family tradition.

“This is really all thanks to Y/N, she is the one who ran the whole event.” Tom says as he looks around to see how perfect everything really is. Before he can continue, he is interrupted by his little brother who gives him a huge hug.

“Padsterman! You’re almost as tall as me now.” He shags his little brother's hair as he turns back to his father.

Dom nods in approval, “I always knew you picked the right girl, son. Where is your wife?”

And almost as if it were a cue, Y/N appears at the top of the stairs scanning the ground for her husband.

Harrison is the first to notice her and gulps at the sigh of her, “There she is.” The small group looked up at her all at the same time, they were all in awe of her because she did look like a queen tonight.

“I’ll meet you all at the dinner table.” Tom says as he makes his way to the bottom of the stairs where he promised he’d meet her. Most of all the guests turned their heads as well, they all acknowledged their hostess and her beauty.

Y/N slides her hand down the arm rail as she goes down step by step, really taking this moment in. Her beautiful pink feathered dress really accented her skin, her hair and makeup was just perfect. She holds her dress up with her left hand so that she wouldn’t trip on her dress, and even then she still had a train.

As she reached closer to Tom, she felt like this moment was always meant to happen. She smiles as she gets closer to him, almost as if she can’t get there fast enough. He reaches out for her hand and she reaches out for his, their hands touching for the first time in hours.

Y/N leans in to kiss her husband and their lips fit exactly where they are supposed to be. Tom pulls away and whispers into her ear, “You’re a queen you know that right?”

She giggles into his neck, “Let me go say hi to your family really quick.”

Tom doesn’t let her go, “It’s okay, we’re going to sit with them. You can say hello after you dance with me.” She smiles at her husband and gives him a quick eskimo kiss, “Fine.”

As they walk to the dance floor, Harrison watches them go and had this been a couple of weeks ago he would have said that this hurt his heart but it didn’t. He only took this as a sign that he was finally moving on, and when he looked at the top of the steps there was the girl he was slowly falling in love with.

Bella looked stunning, her dress was beaded with sparkles and dazzled in every which direction she moved. The dress clinched so perfectly on her body, and the V-Cut design fit just snug against her. It’s not a secret that Harrison wasn’t blown away by her appearance.

He makes his way through the crowd of people and almost runs his way up the stairs. He meets her halfway, his hand connecting with hers on the rails.

“Hey.” He lets out as he tries to catch his breath.

She lets out a small cackle, “Hey.. the ball is down there by the way.”

Harrison looks back at the people that are going about there night and he looks back at her, “Listen, do you mind if we talk? Away from everyone?”

She looks at the man in front of her, he had changed so much from the first time she had met him and he had matured. He was sober, he was present and she would be lying if she said she didn’t want to be alone with him for a few minutes. “Sure, I can spare a few minutes for you.”

He lets out a laugh, “Good, it’ll be worth it.” Bella grabs his hand and leads him back upstairs and into the room that her and Y/N had gotten ready in.

Back downstairs Y/N and Tom are in each other’s arms slow dancing while Young and Beautiful is recreated by the band. Her right hand in his and her left one resting on his shoulder while his left hand rests on her waist. Their faces close as they dance, they sway together and take in the full moment.

A hired photographer passing takes a quick photo as they pass by, the two not even acknowledging. To be quite honest, it felt like it was just them two in the room.

“Can you believe this day is finally here?” She asks as bites her bottom lip, she really just wanted to be alone with her husband.

He holds her tightly as he can even though her dress is bigger than her, “I’m just happy that I can be here with you.”

Tom spins her and catches her with her back towards him, “You look so stunning. I just want you all to myself.” She holds onto her husband tightly, her arms wrapping over his as they sway.

“Thank you, Tom. I’m really happy that you’re happy.” And as Y/N finishes her sentence he spins her back around and they are face to face.

Their hands back in place where they’re supposed to be, “I’m more than happy, darling. I can’t wait to just be with you after this is all over.”

They sway a bit more in each other’s arms, and she honestly felt like this was heaven. This was a moment that she never wanted to end, it all became like a fairytale. “I’ve never wanted you more than I do right now,” She exclaims as she stares into his eyes.

They give each other another kiss, a long passionate one. He pulls away slowly, “I would make a baby with you right now if I could.”  And that’s when Y/N see’s the opportunity to bring up the baby to Tom, she can feel herself beginning to sweat from the most random places because she’s getting nervous.

And with no hesitation because she knew she would chicken out if she didn’t say anything now she wouldn’t mention it later, “Tom, what if that already happened?”

They continue to sway but he’s honestly taken out of the blissful trance they had both created, “What?” He didn’t sound upset or happy, it was just an honest response.

“I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.” Y/N admits as she says it for him again, they continue to sway but he has no words. They both look at each other while she waits for another response.

“Tom!” Dom yells out as he makes his way with one of his friends.

The couple both let each other go and look at his father who introduces his friend, “This is Jimmy! Him and I go way back! Why don’t you come and chat with us for a bit?”

Tom looks back at Y/N who looks a bit annoyed because their conversation was interrupted, “I’ll be back in a bit, darling.”

Y/N lets out a fake smile, “No worries, you know where to find me.. I’ll be catching up with your mom.”

The two looked at each other for a good while, this was a moment that they both didn’t know how to feel. He had a bunch of emotions that were rushing to his head but he couldn’t show them, at least not right now.

She walks away and meets her mother-in-law at their assigned seating, Y/N gives her kisses on the cheek. “How are you, Nikki?”

“I’m wonderful, love. Everything looks beautiful.” She says as she takes a sip of her wine, “Did you want me to pour you some? It’s honestly delicious.”

Y/N plays with her hands, “I can’t, I can’t have alcohol actually.”

It takes a second for her mother-in-law to understand what she is implying but it eventually clicks, “Oh, Y/N. Does Tom know?”

She sits down next to Nikki and holds her hands, “I just told him, he didn’t get a chance to tell me what he thought.” The two women look back at Tom who is socializing with his father and people he does business with.

“I don’t want to burst your bubble dear but I don’t think this is the right environment to have a baby in.” Nikki remarks as she holds her daughter-in-law’s hands tightly, “Tom’s experience as a child with a family in the mob wasn’t the most pleasant for him.”

Y/N sighs, “Harrison said that too…” She looks into Nikki’s eyes looking for direction in this certain situation, “I-I thought this would make him happy and maybe a gateway out of this lifestyle for him.”

The beautiful redhead nods her head, “I understand…and I’m sure that’s what Tom wants too. He has such a good heart but-”

Y/N was only looking for an answer with hope but she knew she was only getting the truth, “but he’s already mixed into the mob mess, even if he did leave.. all of his enemies will be after him.”

Nikki rubs her back, “Maybe Tom would raise this child differently than his dad raised him but he can’t control what this child will witness and would eventually have to take over for Tom at some point.”

Y/N keeps getting constant waves and nods from the guests so she is trying her best to keep it together, she smiles and waves back giving it all she can not to cry.

“Tom wanted to be a carpenter, you know?” His mother tells her as she rests her hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

She shoots up and grabs her pink dress from the front, “I’m just going to look for Bella really quick, I’ll be right back.” The truth was that she wasn’t and that was because she just needed a moment to herself. Maybe this life she was bringing into the world wasn’t going to be able to live a normal life but was only destined to run a mob.

Y/N turns around and covers her mouth almost to hold down the nonexistent vomit she felt coming up. Maybe Harrison was right, maybe this was all wrong and Tom wasn’t going to be happy about this. Or maybe he was but regardless she had to wait for an answer, there was going to be a lot to talk about no matter how her husband felt.

As she wipes a quick tear from her cheek she accidentally bumps into a guest, “Oh, my gosh. I’m so sorry.”

He smiles as he holds his drink, “No worries, you’re the hostess. How about a quick dance?”

She turns back around to see Tom chatting with his father and his friend, and before she could respond he inserts, “Come on, I’m an old friend of Tom’s. Just one dance.”

She turns back, she would admit that this man was quite charming and he had really nice hair. “Why not?” She says as she takes his hand, he sets down his drink and immediately spins her back to the dance floor.

Her hands feel uneasy in his, the coldness from all of his rings makes her chill down her spine. “I’m surprised your husband let you out of his sight.”

She laughs, “Hm, he’s just handling some business with his father.”

The two begin to sway, Y/N could only think that his dancing wasn’t as graceful as his looks. She felt really uncomfortable too, like something felt off about the man she was dancing with but she continued to dance with him because he was one of Tom’s alleged old friends.

The silence became a bit awkward as well, he stared at her so intensely and it seemed like he was trying to insert some sort of dominance on her. “You really are a piece of art, aren’t you?”

Y/N clears her throat, “So, how long have you known Tom? I’ve never met you before?” She gives him fake a smile.

He spins Y/N and brings her back quickly, “He keeps me hidden, as he should keep you.”

She frowns, “I’m not meant to be hidden but you sure have no problem expressing that.”

He gives her an obnoxious laugh, “Listen, if you were my wife..there would be no way that I would let you out of my sight.

He brings his hand from her waist to her neck, “It would be ashamed if anything happened to this pretty face.”

Y/N slaps his hand off of her neck, “Who the hell do you think you are?” She crosses her arms, she felt a little violated considering this man felt comfortable enough to touch her that way.

He laughs as he adjusts the wrist buttons on his suit, “Maybe you missed my message… Does Ceez sound familiar?”

Y/N didn’t even a second thought to look back for her husband but he was already lost in the crowd of people. As she turns back, he’s already flashing the gun that is tucked into his waist, “Yell and you’re dead.”

She swallows the big lump that was chilling in her throat, her eyes watering with fear.

“Keep dancing with me, please.” He remarks as he closes his blazer, “I still have a lot to say.” He holds out his hands for her to hold.

She takes it reluctantly, holding back tears so that she wouldn’t cause a scene. “What do you want from us?”

He spins her around and brings her back forcefully, “I want your husband to pay… for a lot of things actually.” He touches her neck again, bringing her in ear close to his mouth. “Starting with you.”

She tries to pull away, “Let go of me.”

Y/N is able to let go of his grip and actually is able to take about two steps until she’s pulled back in and he pokes something into her side, the only thing she can assume is his gun.

“I thought I told you not to make a scene.” He says into her ear, “You’re so naive, Tom isn’t going to be able to save you this time.”

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Bella leads Harrison into the room where she and Y/N had gotten ready. He shuts the door behind him and she stands shyly by the bed, not really knowing why he wanted to talk privately but also excited to see him.

He makes his way to her slowly, “Bella, before anything else you look stunning.” He reaches for her hands and she places them in his, “You really do, Bella. I’m not just saying that.”

She looks down and she was blushing because she wasn’t used to him being so generous with his compliments, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t totally vibing Harrison right now.

“Thank you, Haz. You’re very sweet but I have to ask why you’re keeping me from the party?”

He clears his throat, his face is getting red because he is nervous. So he sat in the center of the bed that was in the room and brought her in between his legs.

“I know, we’ve been on and off these past couple of months and I know that I was always fucking everything up.” He gets a bit choked up, he was thinking about the dark place that he was not long ago but Bella was there for him from the start.

She puts her hand on his cheek, “You know I’ve forgiven you for all of that right?”

A few tears roll down his cheeks, “Yeah, I know but I know I hurt you and I never, ever meant to do that to you.”

Bella nods and lets out a sad smile because it was true. He did hurt her but for whatever reason, they always came back to each other. She looks down at him and without thinking about it she leans in to give him a kiss.

He kisses her back, his hands making their way up her thighs and to her waist. Haz makes his way back up, Bella’s heels not even tall enough for her to not tip toe on her feet. Her hands lie on his chest as their lips continue to brush against each other.

Haz pulls away, “I have to ask you something..”

She looks into his blue eyes, “What is it?”

He lets go of her waist and reaches into his pocket to reveal a tiny blue box. She covers her mouth almost immediately knowing what it is and he begins to get down on one knee.

“Tom is gonna kill me because he wanted to see me do this but he’ll live.” He remarks as he grabs Bella’s left hand, her right hand still covering her mouth.

“Bella, I don’t know where my life is gonna take me but I would love to ride it with you as long as I can. Will you marry me?”

She takes a second to answer, she wipes the couple of tears from her eyes and she takes another look at the ring being put right in front of her. “Are you sure?”

He takes a look at the ring, realizing that his life was taking him in a different direction than he could ever imagine and then he looks back at her.

“I have never been more sure if anything in my entire life.”

She smiles, letting out a giggle as she nods her head, “Then yes. A thousand times yes!”

He began to laugh nervously, she had said yes. Fuck, this was going better than he would have imagined.

Haz gets up from one knee and his hand is shaken the whole time he pulls the ring out of the box but he manages to slide the ring onto her finger.

Without question, their lips meet again and imaginary fireworks are spurring around them but within seconds of this happy moment their moment of happiness is interrupted by multiple, loud gunshots.

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A/N: I hope you’re enjoying the story, pls pls let me know your thoughts, predictions, anything! The world is heavy, dark place right now but sometimes these stories can be a good escape. ily. -Amy💛

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[firefly-in-darkness]

Crazy About You

Characters: Negan & Bee 

Prompt (in bold): “In case you didn’t know, baby, I’m crazy about you.”

Summary: Negan shows Bee that she is his Saviour.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Violence, Smut, and there is a bit of fluff.

A/N: Congratulations to @negans-lucille-tblr for your 2k follower milestone (which is now 2.3!!).

This is for Bee’s Writing Challenge and my first Negan fic, so please be gentle with me and it’s also the longest fic I’ve ever written… feedback is always welcome!

A HUGE thank you to Bee and @princessmisery666 for the little inspirations along the way and all the JDM & Negan gifs that motivated me!

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Firefly’s Library & Masterlist

Negan’s eyes gleamed with darkness as he held and caressed every inch of her. The smirk on his face grew as he placed her gently down on the desk.

 “You’ll need a good clean after today, you’re goin’ to be fuckin’ filthy baby.”

 Negan rolled Lucille across the desk, the barbed wires scrapping against the wood. The marks left behind made Negan feel ready to introduce himself to the new recruits that had been rounded up outside.

 Negan descended the metal staircase, he watched the four survivors that were knelt outside the Sanctuary from a distance. The Saviours gripped on to their hair, heads or necks, making them face the chain link fence. The impaled walkers were only inches away from their faces, they snapped and flailed their arms to reach them.

 You were at the end of the line-up and that caught Negan’s attention immediately. Your brunette hair was a messy array against your face, and you gritted your teeth as you stared straight into the eyes of the walker ahead of you. You did not flinch once as he watched you. Damn, she’s perfect.

*

 A man in a leather jacket sauntered towards the chain link fence and you could feel the power that exuded in every step he took. You could not mistake this man’s authority, it was confirmed by the way the person behind you stiffened. He yanked your forehead back with the palm of his hand to ensure you were looking straight at his leader.

 The man announced, “Now, I don’t usually do this on my front lawn, but I’ve got to remind a few people of what the fuckin’ consequences are when people forget who’s in charge around here.”  

 His Southern drawl sparked a desire in you that you hadn’t expected with this close-to-death experience. The baseball bat that rested against his shoulder caught your attention, you were captivated by the barbed wires wrapped around the top. Your sudden craving for him was amplified by the way he swung it around demanding attention from the people surrounding them, stood on the stairs and at the windows of the factory.

  Negan moved closer to the group, he noticed how all of them had their eyes downcast but you, you stared straight into his soul. But then again, he was certain that he no longer had one.

“You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all goin’ to be doing that!” He chuckled at his tag line before looking at them one by one, leaving you until last.

 You could hear him muttering as he looked over two of them before reaching the man beside you. Negan lowered himself down, looking at the cuts and bruising, that covered your companion’s face.

 “Whoa, you look like shit. I think I’m just gonna have to put you out of your misery, cos your face is giving me the heebie jeebies.”

 “No!” You snarled and Negan’s head snapped at your outburst.

 “Well, what do we have here.” Negan straightened up and stood directly in front of you. “I do like me a lady with balls, but no one has ever fuckin’ interrupted me whilst I was talkin’ before.”

  Negan towered over you, your brown, almost black, eyes glared up at him as he angled Lucille under your chin, the barbs scratched against your neck. His mind was already filled with filth. Oh, how he would love to have you kneeling before him, ready to take his cock in that rude mouth of yours.

 “This is Lucille, no more outbursts or one of your friends will get the honour of having their skull bashed in. And believe me, that shit ain’t pretty. A few months back, a guy’s eye popped out and it was fuckin’ gross!”

 You saw Negan’s tongue dart out and lick his bottom lip. The desire still lurked in your core, you glared down at the ground and hated how submissive you were to his commands. He removed Lucille from your chest and turned back to address the whole group.

 “Now, here’s the fuckin’ deal. You get three choices. You end up like one of these fuckers” He pointed at the walkers on the fence, “or you can work to earn points for your meals. Or lastly, one of you can work for me and live like a fuckin’ king, or queen.” He added as he glanced at you, but you would no longer look at him.

 Negan felt empty, the lack of response was gnawing away at his stomach. Damn, he wanted you to shout at him, make him take you to his bedroom and show you exactly who was in charge.

 Negan sighed and rubbed his temples, “Holy shit, will one of you speak up before I fuckin’ lose it.”

 “I’ll never work with someone like you. I know who you are, Negan.” Scoffed the man beside you.

 Negan swung the bat and splattered the man’s head into the ground. The two to right of the dead man screamed and cried. You just stared at the walker in front. You felt freedom wash over you as blood sprayed across your left arm and cheek.

  Negan straightened his jacket, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand and slicked his hair back into place. He caught you looking at him and a shit eating grin grew on his face.

 “Well fuck, looks like you’ll be working for me sugar.” He flicked his wrist at the man behind you, who guided you towards the Sanctuary.

 You glanced behind you, leaving behind the men that had done nothing but cause you pain. Desire poured through your body as you watched Negan bring Lucille down on another one’s face. You were free from them, but you suspected this was going to be another form of hell.

 *

 Negan seduced you into spending an evening with him. Negan had sent a black dress to your room a day earlier with a simply note, ‘stop fuckin’ around. Tomorrow evening or else.’ When you entered his room, you were not expecting to be wined and dined, you were hoping to skip to the sixty-nine part. Beside the large bed, a dining table and two chairs were set up as if they were entering a restaurant.

 “Is this a date sir?” You smirked at him as you sat down in one of the chairs.

 “Aren’t you a smart one, Bee.” He replied as he sat opposite you and poured red wine into the glass tumblers. “I just want to get to know you a little better. Nothin’ better than one on one time.”

 All you thought about was having that mouth pressed against your lips, neck, shoulder, breast, stomach, thighs-. Negan coughed into his hand and brought you out of your fantasy, a smirk played on his lips as if he could read your mind.

 “Sorry what did you say?” You casually sipped the unpleasant wine and licked the drop that was close to falling from your lip.

 Negan was enchanted by the way you tongue darted out between your lips, “You did not seem fazed by Lucille’s blood thirsty nature when you arrived.”

 You sighed, placed the makeshift napkin into your lap and your fingers toyed with the edge of the material. You glanced up, Negan held your gaze with what you could only describe as genuineness. A trick of the light flickering from the candles, you thought.

 You clasped your hands in front of you, elbows rested on the table, “I did not choose to be with them.”

 Negan did not know how to handle the hostility, your emotionless demeanour had frozen him in place as he took in your words, assessed each one as if they held a thousand secrets about your past and who you were now. “Did they hurt you?”

 This was not a conversation you wanted to have, all you wanted to do was fuck and hopefully forget about everything that has happened. You were almost in luck, the door swung open bringing the smell of carrots and something that smelt like chicken. It wasn’t sex but at least it was a distraction.

 Your stomach grumbled and your mouth watered as the plate of food was presented to you. Without thinking, you grabbed the fork and tucked into the meal. You whimpered at the piping temperature, it transformed into a moan as the food melted against your tongue.

 “Now Bee, I know you heard my question. Did they fuckin’ hurt you?”

 You placed the fork down gently, sipped on the wine before looking at Negan again. To tell him everything that happened over the last few years would take a while, so you settled for the truth. Negan watched the fire replace the fear in your eyes.

 “I would have asked you not to kill him, because I wanted to.”

 Negan scoffed and began spearing the fork into a piece of carrot and leek, “Well I’ll be damned baby doll. You are fuckin’ better than I thought”

 He was so intrigued and turned on by your words and if he wasn’t trying to be a gentleman he would probably have dived across the table and make you whimper around his cock.

 *

 A couple of weeks later and on a second date, Negan still hadn’t given you what you wanted. Explaining the only way for it to happen was if you became one of his wives. You denied his proposition and you were set to torment him for the rest of your life, however short lived it might be in this crazy world.

 Negan knew what you were trying to do as your hand squeezed and caressed his arm whenever you greeted him. The way you wore slightly tighter jeans to show off your curves. Negan almost bit his lip off when you leant forward in your low-cut top, exposing your chest, for his eyes only.

 Negan still had hope that you would give in to his proposal because the next time you brushed your body against his, he would have to take you there and then, even if it was for everyone to see.

  As you finished the meal, you thought, third times a charm. You slipped off your shoe and slowly glided your foot up his leg. Without taking your eyes off his almost black ones, you rested your foot into his lap, feeling the tightness of his pants across the growing bulge.

 “Still think we need to have this stupid rule about being a wife?” You winked at him, knowing you had complete control as his eyes fluttered at your sultry tone.

 “Of course, we do Bee,” Negan’s actions were the opposite to his words, his fingers glided along your ankle, stroking up and down your calf. The candles danced light and shadows across your lustful face.

 The withdrawal of you leg bewildered Negan, as you put your shoe back in place. “Well then, looks like I am done here.”

The scrape of your chair and swish of your dress made Negan round the table and grab your hand to get you to turn back to face him.

 “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

 “Wasting my time, clearly.”

 Negan’s anger dissipated as he dragged you across the room and a wolfish smile grew on his face. He sat on the edge of the bed, gripping your hips as he guided you to straddle him. You draped your arms around his neck as he grinded his pelvis up against you, the pleasure from the friction allowed a moan to slip past your lips.

 “Feel that. That is not wasting your time. Stop wasting my time and be my wife.” He growled and pressed kisses to your shoulder and collarbone.

 With a gentle nudge, you pushed him to lay down on the mattress. “Maybe I want to try before I buy. What if I become your wife and the sex is boring?”

 The laugh that rumbled through his chest made you wetter. “I am not fuckin’ boring Bee.” He flipped you on to your back and savoured the feel of your body beneath him.

 Clothes were ripped off and apart. Lips crashed together in haste, all tongues and teeth. Hands gripped and rubbed over each other’s limbs as the heat increased rapidly between your bodies.

 Negan admired the nearly naked state that you were in and yanked the bra straps down. The cups grazed painfully against your nipples but not for long as Negan latched onto them, soothing and stimulating in tandem.

 Fingers tangled into his hair as desire surged through your veins, unable to hold back. You pushed him back onto the bed in a tug of war for dominance, straddled his lap once more and unhooked your bra. You glided down his body, pressed kisses into his chest and stomach as you pulled down his boxers.

 Negan watched as you took his cock in his mouth, damn. The way your tongue swirled and licked around the tip. Your bright eyes glanced up at him as you took him deep, until he was hitting the back of your throat.

 “I need my cock inside you.” Large hands gripped your arms and pulled you back on top of him.

 You sat on Negan’s lap and his cock dragged through your warm, dripping folds. You reached between your bodies and lowered yourself onto him. You both gasped as you adjusted to the way Negan filled you.

  Weeks passed and your dates with Negan were always a game of cat and mouse. Every time he proposed, every time you rejected him. It always ended in a tumble on his bed.

 *

 The room you had been provided was better than most, it felt as homely as it could. You checked the shelves above the sink; you were down to a cup of cereal and an apple. Fruit and vegetables were scrawled onto a ripped piece of paper followed by coffee, if you were lucky to get a single cup.

 You checked the old shoe holder that hanged on the back of your door to add any toiletries to your list. Shampoo, check. Shower gel, low. Pain killers, enough to get by. Tampons, shit-.

 Your heart dropped and your stomach flipped as the thoughts of a missed period clouded your mind. You counted the markings on the wall above your bed. 17, 18, 19 … Relief washed over you instantly. Phew.

 Knuckles tapping at your door pulled your attention and before you could open the door fully, Sherry barged into the room.

 “Oh, come on in.” You watched her sit on the chair by your bed, “Make yourself comfortable too.”

 Sherry glared at you, “We need to talk.”

 “I’m not really into the whole gossip thing, go find one of the wives.” You pulled a jacket on, put the list in your pocket and fastened the buttons.

 Sherry gritted her teeth and pointed at the stall opposite her, “Sit down. Now!”

 This was not the first time you had witnessed Sherry taking the opportunity to order people around, but it was the first time it was directed at you. You perched on the wooden seat, placed your hands in your jacket pockets and waited for Sherry to start talking.

 You weren’t expecting her to grab your ponytail and smash your head into the wall. Several times. Blood dripped from your split cheek as you huddled on the ground, trying to protect yourself from the next set of blows.

 Sherry kicked you a third time before you managed to push her away. Her hands were still tangled in your hair and your scalp ripped and burned as she fell backwards.

 “Stay away from Negan. If I so much as see you within a few yards of him, you’ll answer to me - and the rest of the wives.” Sherry shook off the clumps of your hair and left with a slam of the door.

 The floor was cold and hard as you crawled across the room to reach the sink and a towel. You finally managed to turn the tap without your hands shaking, the water soaked into the towel. You pressed it against your face, the cool and dampness was welcomed against your sore and exposed flesh.

 You pulled the dirty towel away after a few minutes and tentatively touched the wound to discover it was no longer bleeding. The swirl of red water down the drain was all you could focus on as you rinsed out your matted hair.

 Clothes were stripped and discarded as you checked the rest of your body for any other injuries. It was covered in several bruises and the colours of your skin had already begun to change, a mixture of reds and purples were found on your ribs and legs.

 The hard wall you rested against and the fear of concussion fought the sleep that called to you. Your brain thumped against your skull. Fresh air was what you needed. It took a while for you to pull on the sweatpants and hoodie but soon you walked quickly down the corridors of the Sanctuary.

 You were grateful for the hoodie, it covered your face and did not alarm anyone. The doors at the end of the path was your focus, to reach the outside and be alone. To cry away the pain in private.

 It took you twice as long to climb the ladder attached to the factory but as soon as you reached the rooftop, you were overwhelmed with the tranquillity. The walls that held you together fell apart and tears cascaded down your face.

 You did not deserve this.

 *

 Three Days Later…

 Water cascaded down Negan’s back, the blood and dirt from the most recent compromise; another person’s head caved in by Lucille and a promise; another group to provide resources from their quaint farm. He rubbed soap into his body and felt the tension escape his aching muscles.

 His hair was wet and scraggly, his towel was loose around his waist when a knock at his door disturbed his serenity. With a gruff, he welcomed them in.

 “What the fuck do you want Sherry? I’m busy tonight.”

 “I just wanted to make sure you got back okay.”

 “As you can see, I am still alive” extending his arms wide with a smug smile. “Now I’ve got my fingers crossed for some freaky deaky with Bee”

 Sherry interrupted him, “You’re breaking your own rules! She’s not a wife, yet you devote more time to her than me - us!”

“Now listen fuckin’ here. Jealousy is not a good look on you.” Rage boiled through Negan’s veins at the way she disrespected him, but mostly because he wanted to defend you. “You think I don’t know about your whispering and gossiping? Behave like a fuckin’ wife and you’ll get treated like one.”

 Sherry left, in the silence, the room was now filled with frustration. She smirked as she closed the door behind her. Bee will see the real you, now.

  The table was set like usual, except a bag was perched on your seat. Negan’s anger at Sherry vanished as he waited for your soft knock on the door. Nerves began to overwhelm him as he thought of your reaction to his gift. Five minutes later, you still hadn’t arrived. He nursed the liquor that was gripped tightly in his hand. After half an hour, the bag on the opposite chair looked as though it was mocking him.

 *

 The rooftop had become your evening refuge, nobody could find you here. You pulled the blankets tighter around your body and felt the fear and pain melt away with the warmth. Until you heard someone climbing the ladder and with no escape or place to hide, you had to sit and wait for the person to reach the top.

 “Negan…” You were too shocked to say much else.

 “We had a fuckin’ date and you’re up here, what the fuck you doin’?”  He huffed out as he climbed over the rooftop ledge. “Looking at the shitty view?”

 “How did you…”

 “Find you?” Negan chuckled, “Bee, I have eyes everywhere.”

 You sunk deeper into your huddle of pillows and blankets, tears pricked at your eyes.

 “What the fuck baby doll?” Negan rested on one knee and tilted your chin up and pulled down your hood. He viewed the marks across your face and the bruise that had now blossomed over your eye. “Who do I have to kill? I swear to fuckin’ hell they’ll pay for this.”

 “Please…” You grabbed his wrist and shook your head.

 Negan’s arms circled you and you sobbed into his shoulder as he hummed and stroked your hair. The swell in your chest at Negan’s softness made you regret not going to see him sooner.

 After a few moments, Negan cupped your tear stained face, “I know you’ve made your own haven but it’s fuckin’ cold up here and I can’t look after you properly if you’re not in my room.”

 You nodded and he kissed your forehead before he helped you off the floor. Your muscles ached and your bones cracked from being motionless for too many hours.

 Negan stopped before descending the ladder. “Bee, if you ever need to come up here again. Please just fuckin’ tell me. Plus, it’s not that shitty of a view for me.”

 Your heart raced at the sincerity in his voice and sparkle in his hazel eyes.

 *

 Negan guided you to the bathroom as he gently removed your clothes and his t-shirt. You noticed that he refrained from talking about the wounds across your body, he even tried to mask the shock and anger as he saw the larger bruises at your ribs. You silently thanked him with a kiss to his cheek, his stubble grazed your lips.

 The bath was drawn, steam filled the room with warmth and the faint smell of vanilla began to lift the pain you had succumbed to on the rooftop. You were welcomed by the bubbles and warm water, despite that, you could not bring yourself to move out of the tight grip around your legs.

 Negan knelt on the floor, faced you and began swirling the water around before he scooped it up and watched the water cascade over your shoulders and arms. You slowly relaxed and straightened your legs out into the deep water.

 He caressed your cheek with his fingertips “May I?”

 You leant into his palm and nodded with a shy smile. Negan removed the rest of his clothes and positioned himself behind you in the tub. There was not much room left with Negan’s legs either side of you. You were engulfed and protected by him. His large hands massaged your shoulders and neck, a soft whimper left your mouth and you were glad that Negan could not see the blush that crept onto your cheeks.

 Kisses were pressed along your shoulder and up your neck. Your hums of approval encouraged him further. Negan licked up your pulse and his hands teased at your breasts, he tweaked and twirled your hardened nipples. You gasped as Negan’s kisses were sloppier and his warm breath against your neck sent shivers down your body.

 You leant your head back into the crook of his neck and pecked kisses against his jaw. The desire for Negan’s touch heightened with every press of his hand and twitch of his fingers. His hard cock pressed into your lower back and you were desperate for Negan to touch you.

 The water in the bath spilled over the edges as you both submitted to the arousal. You pulled Negan’s face down to yours, the kiss was messy; tongues swirled against each other and lips were bitten and soothingly licked. His left hand continued its assault on your nipple as his other slipped down into the water and between your legs.

 Your moans were caught in your throat as he stroked your bundle of nerves. His hands left your core and glided under your thigh, he gently raised it and placed your foot on the edge of the tub.

 “That’s it Bee, you’re goin’ to feel all fuckin’ better.” Negan murmured and pushed two fingers into you.

 Negan purred his dirty thoughts into your ear as he rubbed your clit faster. He spoke of licking your sex, pushing his cock between your slick folds, him filling you up fully, pounding into you and coming undone together.

 “Bee, your cunt feels so fuckin’ good.”

 You arched your back and moaned louder. He fucked his fingers in and out of you and his thumb stroked your clit with each pump. Negan’s fingers curled and made you whimper at the pleasure.

 “Oh fuck, Negan…” you slurred into his neck; he felt your walls clench around his fingers as your back arched. Ecstasy flooded over you and your legs shook from the orgasm.

 *

 Negan carried you out of the bathroom and, wrapped you up in the blankets on the bed before he pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly.

 “Did Sherry do this to you?”

 Your face fell before Negan’s eyes and you knew he would see through your façade if you tried. Instead of Negan storming out of the room, he pulled you closer and stroked your back.

    Once again that night, a knock at the door disturbed the peace in the room. Negan crossed the room to the door and opened it slightly. Of all the people to show up at his door, Sherry stood there in a short black dress, hair twirling around her fingers.

 “Hi Negan, I know you said you were busy, but I haven’t seen Bee in a while, so I thought I’d keep you company…”

 You sat up and listened as Sherry’s voice carried across the room. The blankets were draped over your naked body and, although she could not see you on Negan’s bed, you still felt exposed in her presence.

 Negan smirked, “Off you fuckity fuck doll, daddy’s busy trying to get his dick wet.”

 You clasped your hand over your mouth as you stifled the laugh that bubbled in your chest. Sherry cocked her head around the door and huffed at your raised eyebrow.

 Negan pushed Sherry back into the corridor, “Tell the others we are going to have a meeting in the morning… fuck it, make it the afternoon cos what we have planned for tonight doesn’t involve much fuckin’ sleep.”

   Negan slammed the door in Sherry’s confused face and sauntered back over to the bed. He held your face in his hands, it made you look at him and he softly kissed your lips. Your chest swelled with something more than lust.

 “I will make her fuckin’ pay. Nobody touches what is mine.” He growled, “Don’t even say ‘but I’m not a wife’. In case you didn’t know, baby, I’m crazy about you.”

 You were uncertain of this different attitude. It wasn’t Negan that had your concern, it was the butterflies that had filled your stomach at his words that held your caution.

 “Bee, before you sleep. I have something for you.” Negan untangled himself from the bedsheets, picked up the bag on the chair and placed it into your lap.

 You pulled the handles apart and reached in to feel soft leather. As the bag tipped, silver buttons, buckles and zips were on display.

 “There’s going to be some fuckin’ changes around here and I only want you by my side. Plus, I thought this was more your style than those fuckin’ black dresses”

  The black leather jacket was a perfect fit.

  THE END.

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Jukah Ironblood (Part 3) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Male Orc x Female Human Additional Tags: Exophilia, Orc Boyfriend, Daycare, POV First Person, First Person Perspective, Male Reader, Interspecies Romance Content Warnings: Kids, Children, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Hyperthyroidism, Graves Disease, Cachexia, Chronic Illness, Sex, Oral Sex, Hair-Pulling Kink Words: 4718

After her car is buried in snow, Briauna decides to stay with Jukah for a few days. During that time, she urges him to connect with his family. The final chapter of @ban23​‘s commission! Please leave feedback!

The Traveler's Masterlist

We got to my apartment just fifteen minutes after leaving the daycare, shaking snow out of our hair and shucking off our coats.

“Hungry, Brie?” I asked.

“Starving,” She said. “But I also want to take a hot shower.”

“I’ll cook breakfast while you wash up. First door on the right down the hall is the bathroom. There’s clean towels and a pack of toothbrushes in there, and I’ll find you something to wear. I’m sure I’ve got a long band t-shirt that would cover most of you.”

She smirked wickedly. “Do you want it to cover most of me?” She pressed her body into my side.

“During breakfast, yeah,” I replied. “After that… let’s play it by ear.”

“If you say so, cariño,” She said, giving me a kiss and squeezing my rear before prancing down the hallway. I followed her and pulled a shirt from my closet, handing it to her and watching her disappear into the bathroom, listening as she knocked about and turned on the water. I smiled and went back to the kitchen.

She emerged shortly, toweling her hair, just as I was plating omelets and toast. The shirt I’d given her fell just half an inch past her buttocks. If she raised her arms straight up, I’d see everything.

“Where do I put my clothes?” She asked.

“Laundry room is off to the right, there,” I said, clearing my throat and trying not to notice how smooth and curvy her thighs were. “Just throw them in the washing machine. Orange juice or milk?”

“Juice,” She replied, taking both plates and putting them on the table and retrieving silverware from the drainboard as I poured the drinks. It was strange how at ease we both were, moving around each other in the kitchen as if we’d been living together for years, despite the fact that we’d only known each other for about a month and she’d never been in my apartment before. It just felt… natural.

“What kind of pie are you making for Kody’s party?” I asked. “We can walk to a corner market not far from here and pick up what you need, assuming they’re open before then.”

“I was debating doing two, actually: a fruit pie and a cheesecake, for people who don’t like fruit pies.”

“Ooh, that sounds good.”

“Thanks. Apple seems to be a universal crowd-pleaser, and I can do pretty things with the crust, maybe little pastry poinsettia flowers as decoration. I was also thinking of doing three different sauces for the cheesecake, so people can pick.”

I laughed. “Damn, you don’t mess around, do you?”

“Not when it comes to desserts,” She said, happily munching on toast. “If I hadn’t gone into childcare, I’d have been a pâtissier.”

I smirked at her. “Well, hell, dating you might actually get my weight up.”

She nodded, sipping her orange juice. “You wanna get fat, I’m your girl.”

I snickered. I finished my breakfast while Briauna was still eating. I stood to put my dishes in the sink and turned to look at Briauna, leaning against the table as she ate and scrolling through worried texts from her family, who lived in a state that didn’t get snowstorms.

The shirt I had given her wasn’t quite long enough to cover her bottom when she sat down. She was also sitting in such a way that I could see between her legs, and she was not wearing underwear. The soft apex of her core was flush against the cool, polished wood of the chair in which she was sitting, the lower parts of her butt cheeks pressed flat. Man, that plump flesh would feel so good in my hands…

I looked away quickly, blushing. “I’m going to take a shower, too.”

“Mkay,” She said, giving me a kiss as I passed and returned to eating her eggs. I switched on the washer as I went.

My heart was thumping in my chest and I felt myself growing hard as I made my way to the bathroom, turning on the water. It had been a few years since I’d been with anyone, and I was a bit pent up. I was hoping Briauna and I would take that step today, so I didn’t want to… take care of it myself.

I undressed and got into the shower, my swollen cock knocking into the doorframe as I got it, making me flinch. My shower was the kind that didn’t have a tub; it was glass enclosed, tiled, and with a drain in the floor. It’s one of the reasons I chose this apartment. I hated baths. It felt to me like I was stewing in my own filth.

The glass was warped and frosted, so I could see the outline of everything outside, including the door opening and the silhouette of Briauna stepping into the room.

“Brie?” I said. “What’s up?”

She opened the glass door and looked at me, all of me, and bit her lip. I fought the urge to cover myself. I had been self-conscious about my skinny body all my life, and I was a little concerned she would be turned off when she saw me naked.

Turned off was definitely not words to describe the look on her face. “It looks like you are,” She said, pulling the shirt over her head, leaving her standing nude in front of me. God, she was gorgeous. “Room for one more?”

I smiled and took her hand, pulling her into the shower with me. “It’s a good thing your hair isn’t dry yet,” I said.

She giggled and kissed me, pressing her warm skin against mine, my arousal trapped between the flesh of our stomachs. It pulsed against her, and she giggled again.

“Can I help you with that?” She asked, putting her hand between us and stroking me as the water cascaded down her body. I groaned and my head fell forward onto her shoulder. I kissed and nipped at her skin. With her other hand, she ran it through my short hair and gripped it, holding me against her neck.

She knelt down while holding my eye and smiling slightly, and oh God, just that single fluid movement was so sexy that I had to brace a hand against the wall.

She took me in her hand, pumping me a few times. Her tongue came out and she slowly ran the length of it over the tip and I gasped.

“Moan for me, querido,” She said, and I couldn’t help but oblige her. A sound escaped out of me that I had never heard myself make before.

“Ay, si, cariño. Te voy a hacer sentir tan bien.”

“Remind me to take Spanish lessons,” I huffed, struggling to stay upright.

“I’ll teach you,” She said, smiling up at me as she stroked me in her hand. “You’ll be cumming in Spanish by the end of the month.”

Before I could reply, she had sucked me into her mouth down to the base and I cried out. I put my hand on her head as she sucked, combing my fingers through her hair and caressing her cheek. The litany of sounds I was making certainly weren’t dignified, but the hell if I cared. It felt incredible. Briauna knew what she was doing, and I was more than happy about it.

She sucked faster, sealing her mouth around me, and I nearly fell.

“I’m going to cum,” I whispered. She didn’t pull away, instead reaching underneath to massage my balls. Lightning struck my body, every muscle in my body wound tight, and I came straight down her throat, gushing over and over. She didn’t spill a drop.

As I was gathering my breath back with my arm on the wall and my forehead pressed into my elbow, I gasped, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Spunk is bad for drains,” She said. “Wouldn’t want to clog up your pipes, now, would we?” She stood up and kissed me deeply, moaning into my mouth. Then she reached for my soap and started scrubbing me down.

“Don’t you want me to… uh… reciprocate?” I asked as she washed my back.

“I’m going to be here for a couple of days, huh? Plenty of time. No reason to rush it. I just saw you make a quick dash for the bathroom with a blush on your face and thought you could use a hand.” I groaned as she scratched that spot in the middle of my back that I could never reach. “Besides, I wanted to see that cute bubble butt in the flesh.” She popped my left cheek, making me jump.

I rinsed off the soap and turn the water off, stepping out onto the mat and reaching for a towel. She took a second one and ran it through my hair, wiggling my head and laughing.

This felt really good. Just… being close and playing around and just the general feeling of peace. I hadn’t felt like this in… ever. Comfort. That’s what it was.

I bent my head and kissed her, soft and lingering, holding her damp body against mine.

When I pulled back, she laughed, a sweet light in her eyes. “What was that for?”

“Just ‘cause,” I said.

“That’s a good reason,” She said, smiling and kissing me again.

We spent the morning mostly naked, watching Christmas movies while her clothes got cleaned. When they were dry, we both got dressed and headed to the market. Someone had gone to the trouble of shoveling the sidewalk so that people could travel on foot, but most of the cars were still buried, Briauna’s included.

“So what are we looking for?” I asked her.

“Well, you already have flour, butter, and sugar, so we need cream cheese, vanilla bean, apples, cinnamon, strawberries, blueberries, and some cooking chocolate.”

“Gotcha,” I said. “Have you been to this market before?”

“Nope,” She said. “I usually go to the supercenter nearby my apartment.”

I shook my head. “No, no, no, this place is far superior.” I raised my hand in greeting. “Hey, Mrs. Tailor!”

“Hey, Jukah!” The elderly woman at the counter said. “Who’s that with you?”

“I’m his girlfriend, Brie,” Briauna said, waving. I looked at her with an eyebrow raised. She smiled. “Aren’t I?”

I grinned and kissed her temple. “Yes, you are.”

“Oh, isn’t she pretty? I’m glad you’ve got a girl for the holidays,” Mrs. Tailor said.

“Thanks, Mrs. Tailor,” I replied.

“What are we looking for, niños?” Mrs. Tailor asked.

“Oh, hablas español?” Brie asked happily.

“Sí, conocí a mi esposo en Cancún.” Mrs. Tailor pointed at me. “Es muy guapo, te parece?”

“Sí, señora,” Brie replied. “Y él tiene un trasero muy lindo.”

The two of them laughed.

“I feel like you’re laughing at my expense.” I said suspiciously.

“You’re right,” Mrs. Tailor said.

“But in a good way,” Brie said, kissing my cheek.

“So, what are you two looking for?” Mrs. Tailor asked.

“She’s actually making some pies for a party we’re going to. Want to help us pick out the best produce?”

“Pies? Oh, honey, you’re talking my language.” Little Mrs. Tailor hopped off her stool and came around. “What kind of pies?”

Mrs. Tailor spent twenty minutes with us, helping us pick out the best berries and apples, the finest vanilla bean and cinnamon sticks in her store, and packs of cream cheese and graham crackers. She even gave us a discount.

“Aw, you don’t have to do that, Mrs. Tailor,” I said.

“Don’t you worry about it, baby,” She said. “Happy holidays, you two!”

“Gracias! Fue un placer conocerte! Feliz Navidad!” Briauna said, waving at Mrs. Tailor as we left and slowly walked back to my apartment.

“Cuídalo, cariña!” Mrs. Tailor called after us.

“She’s super sweet,” Briauna said, taking my arm.

“Yeah, she is. Mrs. Tailor was one of the first people I met when I came to town, and she’d been looking out for me ever since.”

“Aww,” Briauna cooed. “That’s nice. It makes me happy that you have so many friends.”

I hadn’t really thought about it, but I guess I did have a lot of friends. Maybe I just didn’t think of them as friends because I didn’t think they saw me as a friend.

Ugh. My head hurt.

We got back to my apartment, and she put everything in my fridge. It was around lunchtime, so I made us both a Caesar salad with ham chunks and cheddar cheese, and some garlic toast.

“You’re good with food, too, huh?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Since my metabolism is so high, I have to eat a lot, so I figured it was good to learn how to make actual food and not just eat instant ramen and peanut butter on saltines.”

“Smart man,” She said, pinching my left butt cheek, startling me.

“You just like seeing me jump, don’t you?” I asked her, rubbing my behind.

She laughed wickedly. “You have no idea.”

“What happened to the sweet girl I started dating?” I asked her playfully.

“She’s still here. People are more than one thing, you know,” She said, kissing the back of my neck as I set our plates on the table.

“I know,” I replied, smirking at her.

After lunch, she helped me wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. When we were done, she wrapped her arms around my waist and I held her close.

“So, more Christmas movies?” I asked.

“Actually…” She said, letting me go and walking backward toward the bedroom, tugging me by my shirt. “I have a much better idea.”

I let her lead me to the bedroom and start stripping me of my clothes. She peeled her own clothes off and stood before me in all her glowing, naked glory.

It was easy for people to underestimate my strength because of my size, but I was still an orc, after all. I was easily able to lift her in my arms and throw her onto the bed. She landed with a bounce and a giggle. I pounced and she laughed more as she kissed me.

She pushed me onto my back and climbed onto me, kissing me, pushing her tongue past my lips. I put my hand in her curls and made a fist, tugging up her head so that I could bite at her neck, making her gasp and release her breath sharply. She pushed my arms down and moved up my body, so that her dripping slit was presented to my face. Holding onto the headboard, she lowered herself down so that I could reach that swollen clit with my mouth, and I licked at it hungrily.

She moaned above me as I gripped her thighs, working my tongue up, over, and down her lips. The sounds she made caused my body to react, making my cock harder than I had been that morning in the shower. Her pelvis rocked slightly as I sucked and slurped at her, her moans increasing in volume and pitch. The rocking got faster, and I sucked harder, feeling her sweltering entrance tremble against my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” She whispered as I pushed two fingers into her wetness. I sucked in her clit, shaking my head as I did so, and she gripped my hair as she came, crying out and falling against the headboard, her face pressed against the wood.

“Oh, sí cariño, que se siente tan jodidamente bien!” She cried, and again I made a mental note to learn Spanish as soon as possible.

She fell sideways onto the bed, on her back, and I rolled over her, rearing up to kneel between her open legs. I let her catch her breath, bending down to take a nipple in my mouth and gently run my teeth over it, pinching the other into a peak with my hand. She whimpered and writhed a little underneath me.

I switched breasts and sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could fit, flicking the tip of my tongue over it. She moaned again, louder, and I let her breast go with a pop. I pulled myself up to kiss her red lips, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, tilting her hips up, silently insistent.

I looked her in the eyes as I pushed myself inside her, and her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth fell open. At first, my thrusts were tentative, but she opened her eyes, held my head in her hands, looked me in the eye, and said, “Do not be gentle with me.”

I got back up on my knees and grabbed her hips, ramming myself into her at top speed and intensity, and she shrieked in pleasure, holding onto the underside of the headboard. The wet smacking of our bodies as we connected with each thrust spurred me on. I worried that I was being too aggressive, but whenever I’d ease up, she’d shout, “Harder!” And I went back at it with renewed fervor.

I felt her clenched around me as an orgasm shook her body, and she screamed out, telling me not to stop, to keep going, and I listened. I whipped my hips into her as hard and fast as I could, and she begged me to keep going, even as her orgasm ebbed. Her thighs twitched and her stomach spasmed.

“Flip me,” She said, and I pulled myself out, whipped her upside down, grasped her hips, and jerked her toward me. I shoved myself back into her and she groaned with pleasure. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her face up out of the pillows so I could hear her moans and breathy gasps. I loved those sounds. I wanted to record them and listen to them on a loop for days.

I loved the way her butt jiggled every time my body collided with hers. I loved how she kept swearing in Spanish and how she arched her back when she was close to climaxing. I loved… her.

Now wasn’t the time to declare myself, though. It had only been a week.

I felt the swell of pleasure rising up in me as she clamped down again. She must have realized I was close, perhaps feeling me pulsate inside her, because she breathed, “Cum for me, querido.”

I seemed conditioned to obey any command she gave me, because at that exact moment, I came so hard I saw spots in my vision. I released her hair, letting her fall forward, as I felt every shot fill her up and drip out. I bent over her, braced on my hands, and kissed her back. I thrust slowly to milk out the last traces of pleasure, then stopped while still inside her, breathing hard.

“Don’t move, I’ll clean you up,” I told her breathlessly, moving off the bed and getting a warm washcloth from the bathroom. She was still laying ass-up when I returned and I carefully cleaned up the mess I made. When I was done, she simply plopped over on her side and sighed contently. Giving myself a cursory wipe with the cloth, I chucked it into a hamper and climbed back into bed, snuggling her back against my front.

“You good, sweetheart?” I asked her, my nose in her hair.

“Mmm…” She said sleepily. “I’m great.”

“I’m also great,” I replied, giving her a squeeze that made her squeal. “And I’m hungry again.”

“You did just burn off a bunch of calories,” She said with a smile.

“True,” I said. “Good thing I have some protein bars in my night table.”

She laughed. “Can I get one of those, too?”

I tossed her one, which she made no attempt to catch. It landed squarely on her sternum between her breasts.

“Whoo! Got it between the goal posts, two points for you,” She said.

I laughed at her as I tore open the wrapper of my protein bar.

“Do you always have food stashed in your room?”

“I have food stashed everywhere. Never know when my sugar is going to decide to tank out of nowhere.”

“Doesn’t the medicine help you manage that?” She asked with her mouth full, like a lady.

“To a point,” I said. “It works the majority of the time, but there are some times when my thyroid goes, ‘haha, you’re about to be real tired and grouchy, so buckle up, asshole,’ and I have to put something edible in my mouth with a quickness.”

“Makes sense,” She said. “I’ll just have to keep a fresh supply of cookies and cakes and pies for you.”

You leaned forward and kissed her with gratitude. “You won’t hear me complaining about that.”

After a nap, Brie got up to start on the pies. She taught me how to make a quick crust, and as I worked on crushing the graham crackers, she asked, “So… you haven’t spoken to your family in… how long?”

“Oh, god…” I tried thinking back. “I left when I was nineteen, so… ten years?”

“You really don’t think they want to hear from you?” She asked hesitantly.

“Nothing from my upbringing would suggest otherwise,” I said, shrugging.

“Yeah, but…” She paused. “Ten years is a long time. A lot could change in ten years. People change. Attitudes change.”

I laughed. “You’re not overly familiar with orc culture, huh?”

“I mean… I just think… maybe if they knew about your condition, they’d be more understanding than you think.” She stirred the strawberry sauce in the pan. “I mean, it’s the holidays. It’s a time to be with your family. I’m not saying you have to contact them, but… maybe it’s something to consider?”

I paused in my crushing and sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

She stopped stirring and put her arms around my waist. “Sorry. I don’t mean to insert myself into your problems.”

“No, it’s okay,” I said, kissing her, linking my fingers behind her back. “You’re just concerned about me. It’s sweet and I like that about you.”

“Aww,” She said, grinning. She gave me a last kiss and went back to stirring.

The next day, we carried the pies and sauces, as well as the bean dip I usually made, to Kody’s apartment, which was just a few blocks down the street from my building.

“Hey, guys!” Kody said, giving us both a hug as we came in. “Briauna, this is Jessie, my best friend.”

Jessie came up and gave me a hug, then shook Briauna’s hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Briauna said.

“You, too,” Jessie said, taking a the pies off her hands and setting them on the counter.

Jacob and Emily were already there, and Emily had brought a date. He was a lizardman but not a kobold, like her. He looked a lot like a chameleon, actually, complete with independently moving eyes.

“Taking a break from hibernating, Emily?” I asked as I gave her a hug.

“Yeah, I had Torin wake me up for the party,” She said, jerking her head at the chameleon man.

“He’s new,” I said.

“He’s fun,” She replied, winking at me.

Jacob came up and nudged me.

“Can’t help but notice that Brie is still wearing the clothes she had on at work that last day,” He said with a sly smirk.

I rolled my eyes. “Her car got buried under snow, so she’s been staying with me.”

“Sure, sure,” He said, glancing at Emily. The two of them shared a knowing look.

“Oh, grow up, you two,” I said, shaking my head.

The dinner was amazing, just like every year, and hours later, Brie and I wandered back home.

“That was fun,” She said as I unlocked the door. “I kind of want to fool around, but I also feel like I might puke from eating so much and just want to pass out.”

“I’m with you there,” I agreed. “Even I ate too much, and I didn’t think that was possible.”

She laughed and pulled off her scarf. “I could see my car from the distance. It’s almost thawed out. I was thinking maybe going home tomorrow and packing a bag and coming back to spend the rest of the week with you. Sound good?”

“That sounds great to me,” I said. “But… aren’t you going to see your family for Christmas?”

“I was going to, but I told them about you and they said to stay. Besides, I’ll go see them for New Years. Want to come?”

My head rocked back. “You want me to meet your family?”

“Yeah,” She bit her lip. “Is it… too soon for that?”

I smiled slowly. “Is it too soon for me to tell you I love you?”

She returned the smile. “Nope.”

“Good,” I replied, pulling her into a tight hug. “Because I do.”

“I love you, too, Jukah,” She said, muffled against the fabric of my coat. “So you’ll come meet my family?”  

“I’d love to.”

After I took my meds, we both undressed and got in bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

I woke in the middle of the night to her stroking me to attention from behind. I purred appreciatively and rolled over, letting her straddle me and putting my hands on her hips. When she bent down to kiss me, I reached between us and held myself steady as she lowered herself down and took all of me inside her.

She rode me in the dark, moving against the pale light shining through the curtains, glowing against the soft brown of her skin and the curl of her hair. I could hear her stilted breathing and soft moans. She was so beautiful.

I dug my fingers into her hips and thrust up into her, and she fell forward onto my chest, letting me take over. She kissed my neck and sank her teeth into my collarbone, and I groaned, my toes curling. I clapped a hand on her butt, feeling the jiggle, and she yelped and laughed.

She pushed herself up and rocked faster, grinding her body against me as she came loudly, crying out wordlessly. When her pleasure ebbed, she climbed off of me and sucked me into her mouth, bobbing up and down fast, massaging with her hands and clawing at the inside of my thighs.

It didn’t take long before I released, and like before, she took all of it. No muss, no fuss. I lay back with a sigh of relief, and she plopped down next to me, kissing me slowly until, eventually, we fell asleep again, not a word spoken.

As the first light of dawn filtered into the room, I woke up feeling hungry. Brie was still sleeping, the gold light of morning making the dusting of fine freckles stand out on her exposed chest. I looked at her for a moment with a smile on my face, feeling lucky for the first time in my life.

I got up, pulling on my boxers, and walking into the kitchen. I spotted a box of fruit bars on the fridge and grabbed one, scarfing it down to get my sugar up, when my eyes fell on my phone, which I’d left on the kitchen counter.

I picked it up and looked through my contacts, finding the number for the Floodwater Stronghold Communications Center. My finger hovered over the call button for at least five minutes before pressing it. With my hands shaking slightly, I held the phone up to my ear.

“Floodwater Stronghold Communications.”

I cleared my throat. “Yes, can you connect me with Gorcha Ironblood?”

“One moment.”

There was a waiting tone, and then the dialing tone. With each ring, my anxiety rose.

There was a click, and a voice came over the line.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Yep, that was my mom.

“Um… Hey, Mom. It’s, uh… It’s Jukah.”

There was a full thirty seconds of silence over the line before she responded. “Jukah? I… Hi… How are you?”

“I’m good, Mom. I’m good.” I took a deep breath and released it sharply. “Um… I’m sorry it took me so long to get in touch with you, but... Listen, there’s, um… There’s something I need to tell you.”

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Part 7 

Overhaul X Reader 

Yo! 

Does this seemed rushed? yes I’m delirious for lack of sleep. 

Is Overhaul a little OOC in this? maybe 

Is there tiny spoilers if you don’t read the manga? yes.

This is the second to last chapter! It’s been a hoot ya’ll 

Warning: Unhealthy/Abusive Relationship, LIME/Lemon Content, a--n--g--s--t--, FLUFF, Cursing, SHITE grammar  

After the incident at breakfast and over the next week Overhaul had become more intimate with you. It started with a simple kiss on your forehead during the evening after he disappeared to take care of the mysterious girl you heard about then escalated to him inviting you to sleep in his bed with him.

 You loved it. 

When his eyes turned towards yours and his voice addressed you- you became elated, instantly high off of his attention.

You craved it 

You needed it 

But you weren’t as happy as you should have been. No. The subject of the girl Chrono spoke of was heavy on our mind. To breach the subject with him would be a tedious task. When you first moved into the compound he had directed you, forbid you from listening to any conversation he had with others. Even if you were within earshot it was expected of you to become deaf to the words around you. It had always been an easy task for you but you had slipped up. Maybe it was the obvious stress in Chrono’s voice that triggered your ears to perk up and allow his voice to flow into them but you regretted it. 

You missed living in ignorance. 

“Overhaul?” you said cautiously. After his name left your mouth you sunk down into his comfortable bed and brought the covers up over your chin with anxious hands. 

From inside of the bathroom you heard the faucet turn off, your heart skipped.  “Yes angel” he said plainly. You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath. “Who is the girl?” you blurted out, the words feeling dirty like a sin as they left your mouth. Part of you expected him to stroll out of the bathroom with a plain face and attack you for darning to speak such words but that didn’t happen there was only silence. 

Overhaul paused all of his movements letting out a tired sigh. He had known this was coming. Even though he had been showering you with intimacy and attempting to show his fondness for you, there was something off. Whenever he brought you your medication the tired smile you usually gave him sagged ever so slightly at the corners with what he assumed was shame. Washing the last bit of shaving cream off of his face and discarding his clean shaving razor back into its designated drawer. “Why were you listening in on my business conversations dear.” he said staring at himself in the mirror. 

Your hands became sweaty and your bottom lip quivered. His voice didn’t sound mad but that was the problem he never sounded mad. Everything would seem fine until you found your head being slammed under water, facing the full force of his rage. Tears formed ‘Oh no’ you thought. In your chest your heart racked around in your chest, the pressure causing your throat to tighten up. ‘I need my medication. That will help.’ you cast your eyes to the clock on his wall sighing at what it red. 

630. 

You got your first set of nighttime meds at 830. 

“Uh” you squeaked trying to form a response. Your composure was slipping away from you and you felt the first of many tears flood down your face. “I-I’m sorry” you uttered hiding the quiver in your voice. Inside of the bathroom you heard him sigh again and clip his face mask on, the sound of his footsteps stepping towards you. 

He wasn’t mad.

 It wasn’t your fault that you heard what you did. Chrono was being careless and startled you, forcing you to listen. When he stepped out of the room ready to answer he paused, spotting your tear soaked face, well half of it anyway. You had your head turned in an attempt to hide yourself from him. He stepped closer to you seeing this as a perfect opportunity to change the subject away from Eri. “What is it?” he asked feeling an uncomfortable pull in his chest. He had never seen you cry before, only the aftermath of it and to be honest he didn’t like it one bit. You gasped looking down at your hands. “Can I have my medicine please?” you asked quietly. 

He studied you for a few seconds before nodding his head. “Yes. Are you wanting extra?” he replied walking closer to you, resting his hand on your shoulder. You nodded leaning instinctively into his touch. “Yes please” Silently he exited the room and walked down the hallway fetching all of you medication from the locked cupboard in his office, filling up a small paper cup in the kitchen. When he returned to the room the tears on your face were gone but you still looked upset. “Here angel” he said handing the cups over. You took them eagerly, gulping down the mixture of pills and water as fast as you could get them into your mouth. 

He held out his hand to collect the two cups from you. “She is my boss’s granddaughter” he sighed walking into the bathroom to throw the cups away. You sank back into his bed listening intently. He came back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to you. “She’s an awfully sick child and has been causing a lot of problems for us.” he said earnestly reaching up to tangle his hand in your hair. He found that gentle stimulation to your head caused you to relax and become docile which he hoped would keep you calm while he spoke. 

That and he also cherished the way your cheeks would flush pink and your eye would flutter at his touch. “She is just a child” you hummed goosebumps erupting across your body. Had you been in a normal state you may have caught onto the circumstances as to why this girl was under Overhaul’s care but you simply didn’t. Nothing in the world mattered to you except his hand on your body, intoxicating you. “Yes but-” he said feeling the urge to explore the feeling of your lips on his. “She is more so than a normal child would be.” he said while undoing his mask and discarding it to the side. 

“Is she sick?” you asked your head bobbing slightly. By the way your gorgeous E/C were drooping he could tell the medication was starting to take effect, in minutes you would be completely under his control. “Yes she is” he said cupping your face in his hand, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t worry about her. I won’t ever let her near you” 

At his sentence you smiled drunkenly at him making his heart beat uncomfortably in his chest. “Thank you for always protecting me” you slurred  before leaning forward and kissing him. His eyes widened at your boldness but he kissed back giving you the benefit of the doubt. You had never praised him randomly like this. It made him feel odd like he wanted to hate it with all of his being but he just... couldn’t. He adored it. After all the months of you hating his very sight it was like a breath of fresh air for you to be returning the similar feelings he had for you. 

Suddenly he felt you creep on top of him pushing him gingerly down onto the bed until his back was pressed firmly onto the mattress, your body hovering over top of him. As he kissed you he felt the urge to push you off of him and yell at you to stop touching him, to stop moving so fast. The rush of your skin made his hesitate. He could feel how clean you were, basically being engulfed by the pureness that radiated from your body. Instead of forcefully shoving you off he found himself running his hands up and down your hips before hastily stripping the gloves from his hand so he could actually feel you. 

The first time he had you he liked it but this time something was different, it’s like something clicked. Suddenly he was beginning to understand why you blushed when he ran his hands through your hair or shivered when he brushed up against you. Something in his brain lit up whenever you pushed yourself closer to him deepening the kiss the two of you shared. His senses becoming overrun by a tingling sensation when you ran your finger through his hair. 

 It was addictive and he wanted more.

Hastily he flipped you onto your back pinning your wrists above your head. 

Yes he perfectly understood why you craved his affection. 

With nimble fingers he stripped you of your clothes sad to separate his lips from yours as he pulled the gown over your head. The sensation of the chilled air of his room made you shutter cutely looking up at him almost pleadingly. He locked his lips to your again momentarily before stepping back to rid himself of his own clothes. 

He lost himself in your embrace well into the night until he exhausted himself becoming a sweaty, trembling mess. In those few hours he had met his release a few to many times, three to be exact, and by the time he had finished he could barely stand up to start the shower for the both of you, his legs feeling to weak to support himself. “Kai” you said weakly next to him your hand grabbing blindly at his chest. “Hm?” he hummed sitting up from the stop he had been laying, feeling incredibly lightheaded. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yes dear. Let’s shower.” 

As the two of you rose from the bed, both tried and barely able to function he watched your body carefully taking in every detail committing it to memory. After Eri had run out of the compound and into some filth’s arms he knew the heroes would be paying him a visit soon. Despite the inconvenience he had plenty of control over the situation and confidence that the situation would dealt with as soon as it arose but on the off chance that something didn’t go according to plan and you were taken from you he wanted to remember this.

He wanted to remember you as you are now.

Uncontaminated. 

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See You Again - Part Seven

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: language, Dean being a dick-bag

AuthorsNotes: this chapter is mostly backstory but it shows what Dean did all those years ago. 

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December 1999

You were finishing setting the table when the last few of your relatives came trudging through the door. It was your annual family Christmas dinner and this year Dean was supposed to be meeting the rest of your family. The two of you have been together for two years by now and you couldn’t be happier.

“Has Dean told you when he was coming over yet?” Your mother called from the kitchen as she pulled the pan of mac and cheese from the oven. “Dinner will be ready in about a half hour.”

Your brows furrowed as you checked your phone again and noticed he still hadn’t texted you back yet. He had mentioned two days ago that he was leaving to help his dad on a hunt but promised that he would be back for tonight. “I’m not sure… He may still be with his family, hadn’t heard anything from him.” It was strange that he hadn’t texted you at all, but Dean said he was never sure if they’d have signal.

Dinner was filled with questions from your family about Dean, and of course why he wasn’t here. Everyone was looking forward to meeting the elusive Winchester. The night dragged on with still no word from Dean. Even though you were starting to get pissed off, you couldn’t help but be worried.

When dinner was cleaned up and everyone eventually made their way out of your house, it was pushing 11 o’clock. “Hey mom, I think I’m gonna head over to Dean’s… make sure he’s okay.”

She frowned at you for a minute before nodding. “Okay, sweetie. Just be careful and make sure you let me know when you make it.” You nodded and grabbed your purse, heading out the front door.

The drive to the Winchester house seemed to last forever. Your leg was bouncing with nerves. When you pulled onto his street, the first thing you noticed was the Impala and John’s truck were both missing from the driveway. The second thing was the lack of lights on in the house. Pulling in, you cut the engine and stepped out of your car.

You couldn’t see inside since the curtains were drawn completely closed. Thankfully, Dean had given you a key a couple of months ago. Stepping through the front door, you were met with nothing. The living room that was once full of furniture and life was nothing more than four walls and a floor. The further you walked into the house the heavier your chest began to feel.

Stepping up the stairs, the first bedroom you came across was Sam’s. Taking a deep breath, you carefully pushed in the door. This room being no different than the rest. Two doors down on the right was the room you were avoiding. Dean’s room. Chewing on your bottom lip, you lifted a shaky hand and turned the knob. Seeing the walls void of rock posters, the lack of records on the shelves, the sheets stripped from the mattress.

No words were able to form, just a single tear slid down your cheek as you closed the bedroom door again. Taking a deep breath, you pulled your phone from you pocket and dialed Dean’s number. Naturally, you were met with his voicemail. “Hey D, uh… it’s me. Everyone missed you at dinner tonight, especially me. But um, I…” You let out a breathy laugh and shook your head. “I’m actually in your house right now and it’s empty, imagine that. Just looking for an explanation? Like… seriously Dean where the hell are you? Call me.”

January 2000

It’s been almost a month since Dean has went MIA. There still wasn’t a single call or text message from him, despite your persistence. Jason tried to cheer you up, take you to the movies, to the park, anything to get you out of your slump. But you felt as empty as his house was.

This night was no different than any other. You were laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling in a debate with yourself. The logical part of you knew he wasn’t going to answer, but what if tonight was different? What if tonight he finally did answer?

Groaning to yourself, you held your phone against your ear and listened to it ring. Voicemail. “You know, by now you think I’d give up on trying to get ahold of you. But here I am, calling again. I just want to know if you’re alive Dean. That’s all… I still love you, with my whole heart. Please call me back.”

February

It was Valentine’s Day and all you wanted to stay in bed. So far your day was going completely according to plan. You were watching Netflix on your laptop and had the covers pulled up to your neck. That was until you heard the stomping of footsteps climbing your stairs. The sound made you curl tighter under your sheets. There was no need for social interaction today.

One solid knock was thundered against your door. “Y/N, I’m coming in! You better not be naked!” Your door busted open and you could see Jason’s head over the top of your laptop screen. “Baby girl, what are you doing?”

Your shoulders shrugged. “What the hell does it look like? I’m watching Netflix.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, before stepping further into the room. “No, you’re wallowing in your own filth.” Jason slapped your screen shut.

“Hey!”

Your best friend just ignored you and took in the top of your head, wrinkling his nose. “When’s the last time you washed your hair?” One of his hands ruffled the top of your head. “Okay, yeah definitely been a few days.”

A deep groan escaped your lips before burying yourself deeper into your bed. “Why can’t you just love me for who I am?”

Jason scoffed. “Shut up, you know I do.” You watched as his hands gripped edge of your comforter and yanked it from your bed. “Get up.”

“What in the actual hell do you think you’re doing?!” You shrieked and scrambled to try and get your sheets back over top of you. There was no need to get up. You were comfortable!

His hands rested against your shoulders and turned you to look at him, giving you a small shake. “I am not going to just sit here and let you get all gross.” Before you could react, he had his arms around your waist and was pulling you over his shoulder. “Jesus, how much ice cream have you been eating?!”

You gasped and smacked his back. “Put me down, asshole!”

Jason simply chuckled. “I’m kidding! And I will… once we get to the bathroom.” You huffed in defeat, too emotionally exhausted to argue with him and went limp in his arms. When the two of you were in the bathroom, Jason shut the door and set you down on the counter. “Stay.” He pointed a finger at you before moving to turn the water on. “Now, I am going to stand right outside this door and I’m not letting you out until you’re showered and sparkly clean.”

With a small nod, Jason kissed the top of your head and left you alone in the bathroom. When you were finished, you wrapped the towel around yourself and headed back into your bedroom. Jason was right, the shower did make you physically feel better. Looking at your bed, you found it was made and there was a fresh pair of pajamas waiting for you.

Once you were dressed, you headed back downstairs to find Jason tossing a pizza in the oven. “Did my mother put you up to this?” Your shoulders slouched as you tossed yourself onto the couch.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Not entirely, she just asked me to check in on you.” When the timer was set, Jason walked over to the couch and put your legs in his lap.

“I’m fine, yanno. Just wanted to be alone.” Your shoulders shrugged and bottom lip quivered. Jason raised an eyebrow at you as a tear spilled over.

Your best friend sighed and shifted closer to you until you were sitting in his lap. His hand rubbed soothingly up and down your spine as your buried your head into his neck, letting the silent tears fall. “Baby, you gotta breathe.” Jason shushed you as you tired to match your breathing to his.

“I just don’t understand, Jase… He just left, gone… without even saying anything! He has my goddamn name tattooed on him and he won’t even send me a text message. What did I do to him? I loved him so much, Jase. It hurts. It hurts so fucking bad and no amount of pizza and movies is going to make it better. Only he can make it better.” Your nose was running and your sobs caused you to have hiccups. For the past two months you never let this much emotion out. It was mostly saved for your pillow.

“I want him back, Jase. I need him back.”

March

You had just gotten home from school when your phone began to vibrate in your back pocket. Glancing at the screen, it was a number you didn’t recognize with a California area code. “Hello?” The other end was silent. “Uh, anyone there?”

“It’s me.” Two words, that was all it took to completely seize every muscle in your body to a halt. It felt as if ice had be tossed down your back. That voice you’ve been dying to hear for three months was finally back.

“Dean?! You’re alive! Where the fuck are you? And what happened?! I’ve been calling for months. Have you gotten my voicemails?! I’ve been out of my damn mind worried about you and I had no wa-”

“Y/N! I need you to stop talking and listen to me.” Dean barked from the other line and it caused your jaw to snap shut. He’s never talked to you like that before.

You swallowed and nodded your head. “Okay…”

He let out a sharp breath and you imagined he was pacing. “Yes, I’m alive. Yes, I got your voicemails. You’re not an idiot, clearly you can see I don’t live there anymore. I need you to stop calling me.”

When you imagined talking to Dean on the phone again, this was not the conversation you had in mind. “But… I don’t understand. Dean, we were together for two ye-”

“Yeah and it was cool while it lasted. You were convenient and an easy lay… Y/N you didn’t actually think I loved you did you?” Your mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to find something to say. You left as if your heart was being yanked from your chest and tossed into a meat grinder. “Listen, this number isn’t going to be active after this phone call, alright? So just, stop calling.”

After that, he had hung up the phone. You stood in your kitchen for a good twenty minutes, completely numb as to what had just happened. That was the last time you heard from Dean. You no longer tried contacting him. There was no point, he did not care about you. Dean Winchester was officially out of your life.

TAGS: @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce

[jchb32273]

Fictober 2019 - Day 9

Fanfiction - Dragon Age AO3 Link

Two days behind now... oh well! Have fun today with... 

There Is A Certain Taste To It.

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Leliana bounced into our dorm room, her usual perky self. She saw me at my desk looking through a book and rolled her eyes.

“Studying again?” she tittered. “It’s a nice day out today and the roads are finally clear! We could go to the mall, or maybe…” she trailed off when she noticed the book I was flipping through. “A cookbook?”

“A cake cookbook,” I said with a smile.

“Why are you looking at cake recipes? What’s the upcoming occasion?”

“Who says it’s for anything special?” I blushed. “Maybe I just want to learn how to bake!”

“Riiight…” she giggled. “Your blush says it all. It’s for loverboy, isn’t it?!”

I sighed. “His birthday is tomorrow. Twenty-third of Wintersmarch.”

“Oh, I love birthdays! They are so much fun! Are you planning anything else?”

“His bandmates are taking him to a local pub. I just asked Dorian if I could bring a cake. He said yes, and gave me some money to buy one… but then I thought a homemade cake would be much tastier than a store-bought one.”

“What’s Alistair’s poison?” she asked. At my confused look, she clarified. “What flavor cake is his favorite?”

“He likes chocolate. I thought at first I’d make him a cheesecake, but then I thought that was too obvious.” I flipped through the cookbook, showing Leli all of the recipes I had bookmarked. “But there are so many types!”

She placed her finger down on a page that caught her eye. “Ooh, a chocolate whiskey cake… with a whiskey caramel drizzle! That sounds very drool-worthy!” She then plucked the book out of my hand and said, “Let’s head to the supermarket!”

An hour later we were in our dorm’s small kitchenette, located just off the lobby. I had everything spread out and ready.

“Okay, the first step,” I read. “Preheat the oven to 180C.”

Leliana pushed the buttons on the stove, but nothing happened. “Um, Kylara? I think our oven is broken.”

Wynne, our dorm mother walked by just then. “Ah, yes. Sorry girls. It is broken. The repairman can’t come by to fix it until the very end of the month.”

“Now what?”

“Call Cullen,” she suggested. Maybe their dorm’s oven is working.”

After packing everything back up and hoofing over to Cullen’s dorm building, he greeted us outside.

“Your oven is working, yes?” Leli asked again.

Cullen had an interesting look on his face. “Um, yeah… it works. Not sure if you are going to want to use it though.”

“Why not?” I asked as we headed through their lobby. However, he didn’t have to answer. It was made perfectly clear once we saw the condition it was in. Grime, oil, and all sorts of caked-on food and grease were all over.

Cullen looked embarrassed. “Well, we are a bunch of dudes living together!”

“Really?” I said, eyebrows raised. “That is your excuse to not clean?” I sighed as looked at the filth-ridden stove. “I’m surprised this hasn’t caught on fire yet…”

“Or been condemned,” Leliana shook her head.

“Please tell me you have some cleaning supplies?” I asked Cullen.

He opened the cupboard below the sink and to our surprise, it was filled with brand-new, unopened supplies. I even found a scouring brush and rubber work gloves. “Well, let’s get this done!” I exclaimed.

Two hours later, I had the stove, sink, counters, and even their refrigerator cleaned out. Oh, the mess I had to scour out of it… I never wanted to think about ever again! The work had gone fairly smoothly with both Cullen and Leli helping. We had gathered a bit of an audience of boys standing around and watching us clean. When we had finished, there were whistles and applause.

I turned to those standing about and lightly scolded, “Don’t let it get like that again!”

Sadly, no one seemed to care as they all wandered off. I sighed.

“Don’t worry, ‘Lara. I’ll get a few other guys to help me keep it clean from now on. You have my thanks and appreciation, at the very least.” He looked at the sparkling stove and clean countertops. “So, after all of this, what are you making? Looks like cake ingredients?” Then he slapped his forehead. “That’s right! Alistair’s birthday is tomorrow! That is really nice of you to make him a cake. You're going let me help too, I hope!”

The clean oven was now preheating and I was starting to measure out the ingredients. I muttered quietly to myself. “Let’s see… 450 grams of sugar, 450 grams of flour…” Then my phone buzzed. I wiped my hands on my apron and pulled my phone out. It was Alistair.

[15:40] Hey Kylara, love. What are you up to?

        Not much. Just planning a little surprise for tomorrow… 😘 [15:40]

[15:41] Really? What is happening tomorrow?

                                         As if you don’t know, Mr Smarty-Pants. [15:42]

[15:42] Does it involve you in some barely-there lingerie?

                                                                                                        😲 [15:43]

[15:44] Well, I can dream, can’t I? ❤️❤️❤️

                                                                             😨 You are so evil! [15:44]

[15:45] That’s me, Mr Charming 😈

[15:45] So you’ll be there, tomorrow? 7 pm?

                                                         Wouldn’t dream of missing it! [15:46]

                                                       Anyhoo… Let me get back to my task.                                                           Don’t want to mess it up for you! [15:47]

[15:47] Awww! You’re so good to me, sweetheart! 😍

Leliana saw Kylara grinning as she texted on her phone. It has to be Alistair. No one else makes her smile like that! I am so glad they are together… it has done wonders to help boost Kylara’s opinion of herself! Then she stared at the bowl. Wonder where she left off with the ingredients? Hmm, 450 grams of both sugar and flour? She eyed the bowl. That doesn’t look like enough. I better add a bit more… to be safe, of course. Then Leliana’s phone rang. She answered it.

Cullen, meanwhile, was in charge of making the whiskey caramel sauce for the cake. The first and second batches were both burnt and he scowled as he stared at the black goo in the pot. I am a science major! I can follow complex formulas down to the smallest detail! So how come I can’t seem to get this stupid caramel recipe to work?! He stated at his own phone. I suppose if my lab partner would stop texting me with his incessant questions and distracting me… He sighed. Well, guess I start over… again!

I closed the app on my phone and saw Leli was now on her phone. She was supposed to be in charge of the wet ingredients for the cake. In her mixing bowl, I could see the eggs and the buttermilk were there, but not mixed yet. So I quickly started the electric mixer and blended what she had so far. Then I set it down and went back to my bowl, which so far had only the flour and sugar. I added in the cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, and the salt and used a fork to stir it all up.

With that done, I saw Leli was still on her phone. I shrugged and headed back to her bowl and added in the oil, vanilla, warm water, and the imitation whiskey flavoring that I had found at the market. As I blended those, I heard my phone chirp again.

Well, we are mostly done now… just need to mix the wet with the dry and then cook the cake. Looks like Cullen is almost done with the caramel… I’ll go ahead and see what he wants now.

[16:09] What are you wearing tomorrow night, sweetie?

Leli ended the call with her girlfriend and then glanced at the counter. Looks like Kylara mixed up my eggs and buttermilk. So where did I leave off? Oh, right. She added the next ingredients and then glanced at the last one. Imitation whiskey? Eww! We don’t want to ruin a cake with that crap. She knelt down and plucked out several sample size bottles of Elijah Craig Barrel Proof Bourbon Whiskey. Hmm, 136 Proof, which means 68% Alcohol. Aw, yes! That will definitely give the cake some kick! And look! Notes of oak, walnuts, caramel, and vanilla! Sounds perfect! After adding a good 120ml of the whiskey to her wet ingredients (more than twice what the recipe called for… because more booze = more fun, yes?), she thought, better give some of this good stuff to Cullen for his caramel sauce too.

Finally, I put my phone away again and approached the counter.

“All set to mix, Leli?”

“Yes! This cake will be so awesome! Your Alibear is going to love it!”

I prepped the greased and floured cake pans, then poured Leli’s wet ingredients over my dry. It was then I noticed the pungent smell of whiskey.

“Uh… Leli? Why do the wet ingredients reek of alcohol?”

“That imitation crud you bought from the supermarket won’t make a decent cake for your boyfriend! So I added the real stuff!” She grinned.

My eyes were watering. “Maker! How much, and what proof?!”

She showed me the small empty bottle. “136 proof! We won’t even have to eat this to get drunk! The fumes alone will- ”

“Tut-tut! The alcohol cooks off! It’ll be fine, Kylara!”

“Well… technically that is true… I suppose if this fails, we might have time to make another.”

I mixed the wet and dry together. At first, I thought there was too much liquid, but once I had finished, it looked to be the normal consistency of cake batter. However, pouring it into the two prepped pans I had soon revealed a problem. I had too much extra batter. “I thought this was to make two round cakes. Why do I have leftover batter?”

“Cullen?” Leli got his attention from his phone, where he’d been texting someone madly. “Any cake pans in your cupboards?”

“Hang on a sec…” He stashed his phone. “Cake pans? I think we have a rectangular one.” He opened and searched. “Here it is!” He handed me the pan.

“So now we have a rectangle and two circle cakes… my won’t this look professional,” I grumbled.

“But it isn’t. That’s the point! It is a homemade cake!” Leli said as she greased and floured the third pan. “It’ll be fine.” At the look on my face, she sighed. “If it bugs you that much, Kylara, we can cut circles from the rectangle. That’ll work, yes?”

I brightened. “You’re right, Leli! Why didn’t I think of that!”

“Because you’re too worried about impressing your loverboy?”

I punched her lightly on the arm. “I suppose so,” I replied jokingly.

After baking, we pulled all three cakes from the oven. As they cooled, the three of us sat around, talking about various things.

We ended up getting four rounds total – the two I had originally prepped, and two more cut from the large rectangle. The leftovers we passed out to the guys in the lobby of Cullen’s dorm. Since none of them spit it out, I took that as a good sign that the cake was fine.

Cullen drizzled his whiskey caramel sauce on top… and it looked fantastic!

After packing (and cleaning) everything up, there was nothing left to do until the party.

“Happy birthday, to our friend Alistaaiirr! Happy birthday, to yooooouuu!”

Alistair blew out the twenty-two candles on his cake and cheers erupted from the crowd of friends at the pub.

“Thank you, guys! This is fantastic!” He then pulled me into his embrace. “The cake looks great, love! You didn’t have to go to all this trouble for me… but thank you all the same.” He stole a quick kiss when the others weren’t looking, then out-loud said, “Well? Let’s eat!”

The cake was quickly sliced and then everyone waited while Alistair took the first bite. He chewed, then swallowed, then his eyes began to water. “Whew! That is strong!” he shouted. “There is a certain taste to it…” He paused to think, then exclaimed, “Whiskey! It’s chocolate caramel whiskey cake!”

I took the next bite and almost choked. Leli and Cullen both had poured enough alcohol in the cake and sauce to choke a mule! Even cooked, this is one pungent cake!

“Is it okay, Alistair?” I asked, worried. “Seems certain other people involved might have been a bit heavy-handed with the booze…” I said as I arched an eyebrow at Leliana. She just giggled and shrugged.

He leaned down and murmured in my ear, “It’s the thought that really counts, love. For that, you win some extra special bonus points from me tonight…”

Fenris, after watching the others take a bite or two of the cake and then set it down, finally took his own nibble.

“Hmm… not bad,” he grunted. “Could’ve used more whiskey though.”

Everyone stared at him, then burst out laughing!

[atomicstrawbrys]

Be My Omega?

Words: approx. 3500

Summary: This is a sequel to Alpha Across the Ocean, so if you haven’t read it I’d consider checking that one out first. Arthur returns to Maine to be with Alfred, but not everything is quite as perfect as he’d pictured it. Usuk, angst with a happy ending. //

Arthur’s parents were...less than pleased with Arthur’s new mate. They’d sent their son off with the intent that a year away from home would straighten him out and settle him down, but instead, he’d stepped off the plane with a new mark on his neck and a change in his scent. However, Arthur’s eighteenth birthday had passed back in April so they couldn’t force him to annul it and Arthur didn’t want to. It was a common argument in the Kirkland household, but Arthur never wavered.

And since Arthur adamantly refused to annul and wholeheartedly agreed to go along with tradition, they couldn’t stop him from packing his bags once Alfred had proven that he had a steady job and a place of his own. It’d taken two years, but the moment Arthur had gotten the letter in the mail, he was packing his bags and booking his flight to Maine. With a stern but caring farewell to his parents, Arthur was off, his scent sweet and hopeful.

Landing in Maine, Arthur thought back to the last time he’d visited. Before, Matthew and his parents had come to greet him with a large sign, but there was no such fanfare this time. This time, there was an Alpha, with flowers and a hopeful smile as he scanned the crowd.

“Alfred..!” He called out, causing his mate to snap to attention. The smile grew wider, and Alfred opened his arms for Arthur to jog up and give him a hug.

“Ah, hey, Art..” He mumbled, kissing Arthur’s temple. “I missed ya a whole lot, you know that? It’s so good to see ya..” He grinned, pressing his nose to his hair. “You smell nice- just like last time, only sweeter.” He chuckled, and Arthur nodded, breathing in as well.

Cinnamon, hot chocolate and pine were all still there, but Arthur could detect something unpleasant and stale in Alfred’s scent. Alfred smelled like alcohol. Arthur stepped back, brows furrowing as he looked Alfred over. His clothes were stained in a few spots, and he hadn’t shaved in a while. He had spots of stubble on his face, and while Arthur didn’t mind facial hair, this was hair grown from negligence rather than effort. His eyes were baggy, and he seemed fatigued. Was he hungover?

“Are you alright, Alfred..?” Arthur questioned, to which Alfred quickly nodded.

“Yeah, Honey, I’m fine, m’kay? Just a little tired, I was up most the night, I was excited for you to get here.” He smiled at him, and his expression was enough to make Arthur set aside his worries, at least for a while. He followed Alfred out to an old beat up truck. It was dented and rusted, and Alfred had to brush fast food garbage out of the passenger seat and onto the floor before Arthur could sit down with his bag.

“So…” Arthur began, his stomach flopping. “Where do you work? You were kind of vague in your letter.”

“Oh, ah,” Alfred chuckled. “I, geez, I’m sorta in between jobs at the moment. But don’t worry! I’m working, I uh, I do some work here and there..people hire me for handyman stuff, y’know?”

Arthur paused. Alfred’s papers had been vague, but it had mentioned marketing. It seemed like that wasn’t entirely truthful. In all honesty, Alfred didn’t look or act anything like Arthur had expected. Alfred had been so vibrant and excited about absolutely everything back when they’d met, but now it was like he hardly knew him. But...he was still Alfred. His eyes were still blue and his smile and his laugh were still the same. Alfred’s scent did assure Arthur that he loved him, he just..wasn’t quite what Arthur had envisioned.

The truck sputtered to a stop in front of a small but cozy looking home not far from where Alfred’s parents lived. It was perhaps a ten-minute drive from their house, but it wasn’t too bad at all. Sure, it was a little run down, but nothing a good pressure washing and some landscaping couldn’t fix.

“Oh, wow,” Arthur perked up, smiling a little. “This is nice, Alfred! You didn’t tell me you’d rented a house!” He flashed Alfred a grin, and Alfred returned the look with a nervous chuckle and a shrug.

“Uh, yeah, about that..” He rubbed his neck, and Arthur’s heart sank. Suddenly, the front door opened and not one, but four people came out, approaching the truck with waves and smiles.

“I hope you don’t mind roommates, Art...Don’t worry! We’ve got a room to ourselves- and that’s pretty lucky, Liza and Gil both crash in the living room..” He grabbed Arthur’s bag for him, climbing out of the truck and going around the side to help Arthur out. Arthur let himself out before Alfred could make it around the corner.

He felt..weird. He was sure his discomfort could be detected in his scent, because Alfred’s roommates hung back, not wanting to invade his space. Arthur felt weird about being here. Why had Alfred asked him to come? He obviously wasn’t independent or self-sufficient in the least. He lived in a house of five, for God’s sake! Well, six now, Arthur supposed. He had to count himself. It wasn’t as if there was anyplace else for him to go. And, well, Alfred was his mate, he wanted it to work…

With a shy smile, he stuck his hand out, greeting Alfred’s roommates one by one. Gilbert and Eliza were first, they were both Alphas, but they seemed nice enough. Natalia and her brother Ivan were both Betas, making Arthur the only Omega of the house. Well- he was more or less used to that. Still, though...He’d been expecting an apartment. Just him and Alfred. It didn’t have to be big or expensive, it was just that..living with five people, four of them being complete strangers..well, it didn’t sound much like a home. Still, though, he tried to be hopeful, following Alfred inside and to “their” room.

It was a wreck. Empty cans and takeout containers littered the floor, and the bedding was just some sheets. The pillows didn’t have pillowcases and clothes were everywhere. The only clean thing was the wall-mounted tv. He sighed. Alfred lived like this?

“Hey, honey..” Alfred sighed. “I know it’s..not much, and I’m sorry I didn’t get around to picking up for ya.” He rubbed his arm, sitting on the bed. “We uh, sorta had a bachelor party last night? Since you were coming, and all...and I got a little carried away so I’ve been nursin’ a headache like all day..” He sat on the bed, opening up his arms. “C’mere?”

Arthur looked at him, biting his lip. Alfred looked honest and really sorry...perhaps things would be better tomorrow. Arthur stepped forward, and sat with him, allowing Alfred to wrap him in a hug and lie back. They could clean up tomorrow. They’d make the room nice. They’d make it work.

But, in the morning, Alfred didn’t want to clean. He wanted to play video games and drink with his roommates and order pizza. He wasn’t interested in going to the store to buy cleaning supplies (since Alfred’s house didn’t seem to have any) and he wasn’t interested in picking out new sheets and a proper blanket and pillowcases. So Arthur went by himself. He bought dusting spray and air freshener and glass cleaner- he bought bleach and soap and a new mop and bucket. For God’s sake, he had to buy a broom and a dustpan. He picked out some white sheets and pillowcases with a pretty pastel blue blanket. He wasn’t going to live in filth just because Alfred didn’t seem to mind it. He’d clean up, and then Alfred would get the hint and join him.

Perhaps he gave Alfred a little too much credit. Alfred did nothing while Arthur cleaned out all the dust and scrubbed the floors and the walls. He didn’t do anything while Arthur wiped off the ceiling fan and wiped down the windows, or clean the furniture or throw out the garbage or wash the clothes. He didn’t help Arthur put the new sheets on the bed only after thoroughly scrubbing the mattress and letting it dry. Arthur’s finishing touches were to put the pillows (WITH pillowcases) on the bed after he’d washed them, and to hang up his own clothes in the section of the closet he’d cleaned out for himself. All in all, it was a nice room..and probably the only clean place in the house. Arthur wrinkled his nose. Well, he wasn’t going to do all the work himself. He’d make Alfred help, and he’d try to get the roommates to join in. Six people could clean a house must faster than one, after all.

For now, though, he needed a nap. He got into his freshly cleaned bed, curling up to where he was facing the wall. He wasn’t quite asleep when he heard the door open and shut. Alfred whistled.

“Woah, Honey, you did a great job...haha, I should have asked you to come ages ago! I’ve never been good at cleaning.” He slipped into bed beside him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. “What would I do without you..” He nosed his hair.

“Drown in your own garbage, apparently.” Arthur thought to himself, but he didn’t voice that particular opinion. Instead, he shrugged. “I cleaned it up, but promise you’ll help me keep up with it, okay?”

Alfred laughed. “Been here a day and already givin’ me orders. Okay, Baby, I promise..” He kissed his cheek.

Arthur squashed down his own annoyance. Orders? What, asking someone to pick up after themselves was bossy now? He took a deep breath. He loved Alfred, right? He wanted this to work. The situation was...less than ideal, but Alfred would come around.

At least, that’s what he hoped.

After a month, Arthur began to notice a pattern. Alfred never really...did anything. He woke up and played video games, plucked around on a guitar he didn’t know how to play, and then hung around in the living room with his roommates and would do some early afternoon drinking. Alfred wasn’t a...bad person, not really, but he didn’t really seem to be trying to do, well, anything. Arthur learned a little later on that the truck Alfred had picked him up in wasn’t even his- it was Gilbert’s. Gilbert and Natalia were the only ones will full-time jobs, in fact. Everyone else either worked part-time or were unemployed, Alfred included in the latter category. Arthur didn’t ask about rent and bills, but he was pretty sure Alfred’s parents were keeping him afloat.

Arthur, meanwhile, had started working almost as soon as he’d moved in. He’d gotten hired as a front desk clerk, and he worked in the clinic for the town’s pediatrician. Arthur wasn’t fond of the stale medical scent of his environment, but he did like feeling like he was helpful, and he liked kids. His boss was nice, too. It wasn’t like he minded working- not at all, in fact, he would have been insulted if Alfred had wanted to keep him from work. It was just that, well, Alfred wasn’t even trying. He would wave goodbye to Arthur, and when Arthur came home after an eight-hour shift, Alfred would be in the exact same spot as before. It was frustrating. Why was Alfred okay with spending his life in a haze? Most of the time he was either tipsy or full-on drunk, and Arthur wondered if Alfred truly knew what was going on in his life. He was sweet and affectionate and he was still the nice person Arthur remembered from his teenage years, he just...didn’t have any of that spark or ambition anymore.

He came home from a twelve hour shift one evening, only to find that everyone else had gone out for the night. Everyone except Alfred, anyway.

“Hey..” Alfred greeted, smiling and getting up to greet him. “Long day, huh?”

Arthur nodded, hanging his coat up by the door. “Very long. I’m exhausted, Alfred, honestly..”

Alfred snaked his arms around his waist, kissing his cheek. “That’s too bad..it’s not often that we get the house to ourselves and I was hoping, well..” He raised his eyebrows, grinning.

Arthur blinked at him. It took a moment to realize what Alfred was implying, but when he got the hint he shook his head. “Not tonight, Dear..not tonight.”

“That’s okay.” Alfred smiled at him. “We can just hang out instead. Hey, how about a movie..?” He began to lead Arthur towards their room, but, Arthur wouldn’t budge.

“Why did you ask me to come here, Alfred?”

Alfred stopped. “What, uh- what do you mean? We’re mates, right? We’re supposed to be together!” He chuckled and smiled, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes.

“You lied to me, Alfred.” Arthur frowned. “You said in your letter that you had a job and a home, and neither of those things are true.”

“Yes, they are! I, I told you, I’m in between jobs. But I’m still working! Just last week I fixed the faucet in Ms. Beilschmidt’s bathroom, and we do have a house! You’re standing in it right now!”

Arthur’s scent grew dark and irritated. The roses in his scent withered. “How long, exactly, have you been ‘in between’ jobs? Six months? A year? Gilbert asking his mom to give you something to do is not employment, it’s a favor. And we don’t have a home. We’re living in a discount frat house- why did you think I would be happy here? I uprooted my whole life and for what? So I could come here and clean up after you while you waste your whole life sitting in a haze? What are you doing to do with your life, Alfred?”

Alfred looked at him, and sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t...I dunno, Art. I thought, y’know, that I would be this great athlete, but, it didn’t work out. And, and everyone knows I’ve got a mate, they can smell it, and I was really sick of everyone thinking that my mate left me or didn’t want anything to do with me- I thought this setup was good enough, I’m,” His scent darkened. “I’m sorry you’re not living in a palace, okay?! I’m sorry I’m not a millionaire since you apparently expected one!”

Arthur scowled. “I wasn’t expecting to live like royalty, Alfred! I was just expecting an Alpha who acted like an adult! How dare you snap at me after you lied in the letter that brought me here!” He crossed his arms. “And even your reasons for bringing me here are selfish. You didn’t ask me to come because you loved me and wanted to be together- I’m here to save your own ego, I’m here so that people know your mate is stupid enough to stay with you.”

Alfred’s expression fell. “Ah, shit- that’s not what I meant, Artie, come on- I do love ya, I promise..don’t be upset..”

Arthur shook his head. “Alfred. I love you. I do. I’ve loved you since we were teenagers- but this isn’t fair. You’re wasting your life and mine. You’re..not a bad person, you’re just..you’re not even trying.”

Alfred puffed his chest. “I, I am trying! I’ll get a job, and an apartment and everything!”

“When was the last time you looked for work?”

“I-”

“How many applications have you filled out?”

“None, but,”

Arthur shook his head. “Save it.” He walked past Alfred and took out his bag. He emptied his half of the closet and packed anything he’d brought along, which wasn’t a lot.

“Hey!” Alfred called out. “Where are you going? Art, come on, stay-!” He reached for his hand, but Arthur pulled it away.

“Either you pull yourself together or we’re through. I’ve let you waste over a month of my life, I don’t intend to let you waste any more. I’m not going to work myself sick and clean up after you for the rest of my life. I love you, but you aren’t good for me. Goodbye, Alfred.”

And with that, Arthur left. He didn’t go back to England- no, he didn’t want to face his parents, especially knowing what they would say...so instead he stayed in Maine, staying with Matthew briefly until he was able to get a small apartment on his own. He worked hard and started taking classes again. Arthur decided that he wanted to be an editor and maybe write his own novel someday. He even adopted a cat, a cute little kitten that he’d named Merlin.

In all honesty, Arthur didn’t expect to see Alfred again. It’d been four months since he’d walked out, and although Alfred had tried very hard to get him to come back for the first few weeks, he’d eventually stopped calling and only texted him some well wishes before ceasing contact altogether. Arthur hadn’t gotten his mateship annulled and neither had Alfred since he hadn’t been given any paperwork to indicate it. Part of him didn’t want to- like annulling would be the last nail in the coffin. He did..still care about Alfred, and right now there wasn’t a big hurry. If Alfred sent him the papers, so be it. He would get it annulled. If not, Arthur would do it when he was ready to move on.

So it came as a great surprise when, one evening after work, Arthur got a knock on his door. He’d been cooking himself something to eat, so he turned the burner off and set it aside. He undid his apron and draped it over a chair, smoothing out his shirt as he went to open the door.

Alfred stood on the other side, dressed in a button up and jeans that were actually clean. His face had been shaved, and he didn’t smell like alcohol- fresh or stale. He was sober and alert, and he’d brought flowers.

“Hey, Art..” He smiled, faintly. “Sorry to drop by on ya so suddenly, I just..I thought this would be better done in person.” He held out the flowers, and Arthur took them.

“You were right, you know.” Alfred began. “And first off, I’m really sorry for the way I treated you. It wasn’t fair to bring you here and give you that kind of life- Especially because I knew you wouldn’t like it. And you were right- I really wasn’t going anywhere.” He sighed. “I gave up on everything, but! I’ve got a job now! And an apartment! I’m gonna work towards being a colorist for graphic novels, but in the meantime, I’ve got a real job and everything!” He laughed, nervously.

Arthur rose a brow. “Alfred, I..” He started, but then just shrugged. “I don’t know..”

Alfred looked down, then, and shuffled his feet. “I’m not gonna lie to you anymore, either- I sometimes have a few drinks at a bar when I go out, I just, I hope you don’t hate me for that. And I promise I only go out every once in a while, not every day or anything like that!”

“I don’t, Al, I don’t mind that- I just didn’t want you to spend your whole life like that. I just..wanted you to have a little self-control and moderate it.”

“Well, well I am, and, also my apartment is really well kept up! You’d like it, it’s not very big but there’s a lot of windows and the furniture is nice- it’s clean, and open-”

“I really hope you’re not suggesting I move back in.”

“No, no! God, no- at least not now..”

“Then...why are you here, Alfred?” Arthur opened the door a little more, trying to show that he was more receptive to what Alfred had to say.

“I, I wanna try again. I know we did this all out of order and I fucked it up pretty bad for a while- but I didn’t get it annulled because I love you, still, and I’m hoping that since you didn’t get your mateship annulled either that you are at least willing to give it one more shot?” He rubbed his neck. He smelled nervous, and...scared. He really thought Arthur was going to reject him.

“Please, Art.” He sighed. “I wanna court you properly. We’ll go slow, and figure it out better, but I don’t wanna give up. So, uh...be my Omega? One more time?”

Arthur paused, for a long moment. Alfred was earnest- and Arthur believed that what Alfred was saying was the truth.

With a small smile and a nod, Arthur spoke softly. “Alright.”

Alfred’s smile was as affectionate and warm as it always was.

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Engel de la Gargouille   Section 1 part 5

Engel de la Gargouille (Gargoyle’s Angel)

Kurt Wagner/ Nightcrawler x Female OC

Types: Smut, Angst, Mutual pining, Pregnancy, Romance, Love, Insecurity, Long as hell…

Overall series warnings: Smut, bit of violence, swearing, German (translations provided, but I have bad grammar… Sorry native speakers…) (Will be added as they come up) Chapter warnings will be added individually as well.

A/n- Homelessness. Murder, talk about rape and dismemberment, drugging, a tiny bit of groping while drugged (having to do with a serial killer). Self hatred, thoughts of suicide. Pervert trying to be perverted, but stopped, moral dilemma.

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Story!

Her birthday that year fell on a friday, and she had most of the library to herself where she was, as the mothers who brought their children were downstairs in the children’s section, the businessmen and women were mostly in the conference rooms, and the college students were studying on the other side of the floor.

Her nose was stuck in a book about the French revolution and other history topics, fascinated by all of the amazing things that had happened in the world that she had somehow never heard of, when a man stopped by her table.

“Hello, sweetie,” he greeted.

Angeline looked up at him in surprise, but flashed the perfect smile her mother had made her practice for hours at a time. “Hello, sir.”

“What are you doing all the way over here? Why aren’t you studying with your friends?”

Angeline flashed another smile. “I’m not a college student,” she told him.

“No?”

She shook her head. “I’m just reading, I’m not old enough to be a college student.”

“How old are you?” He asked.

“Sixte- seventeen,” she amended. “Today is my birthday,” she explained her confusion.

“It is?” He asked, and she nodded. “Do you have any plans? Dinner, with family, or friends, maybe going out with your boyfriend?”

She schooled her expression and looked down. “I don’t have a boyfriend, and… no, this is my only plan for the day.”

He sat down, trying to see her face as his eyebrows touched. “You're not going to do anything fun?”

“I-" She looked up at him, holding her perfect smile in place. “This is fun. Later, I'll find somewhere to stay for the night, but for now, I'm just enjoying this book.”

The man's brows raised. “What do you mean, find a place to stay for the night?”

Angeline held her face, not letting anything show. “I don't have a home.”

“Home- homeless? Then- you have to let me take you out for dinner tonight!” He told her with a cheery look.

“I couldn't-"

“I insist,” he told her, smiling.

He insisted, not letting her say no, and he seemed genuine enough, she told him that she'd meet him at the restaurant later, being careful to avoid being alone with him in a place where she wouldn't be able to get help.

.

She did arrive at the place he'd told her, at the time he'd told her. It was a rather nice restaurant, and she had to wait outside for him, knowing that as beautiful as she was, they still wouldn't let her in with her backpack, especially if they thought she was homeless.

She stood by the doors, near the valet, and the man did arrive, suggesting that she put her bag in his car so she didn't have to worry about it.

She accepted with a smile, and they went inside, leaving the valet to park the car.

When they were seated, he told her to order whatever she wanted.

The conversation was light, at first, but as their food arrived, he admitted to Angeline that he had a daughter a few years younger than her that he never got to see, due to his ex-wife living in another province and him having to travel often for work.

“I see her every chance I get, but it is not as often as I'd like. When you said that it was your birthday, and that you were homeless- I just thought of my daughter, and I hope that someone would treat her to something nice on her birthday, if she were in your situation.”

Angeline smiled to him. “Thank you,” she told him. “The food is delicious.”

He laughed. “I must say that I'm surprised,” he admitted.

“Oh?” She asked.

He nodded. “I said you could have anything, and you ordered waffles. Many would have taken me up on that and ordered the most expensive thing on the menu.”

Her smile renewed its vigor. “It's a tradition, one that I didn't think I'd get to continue,” she confided.

As they finished, Angeline politely sat until the man stood, but when he did, he told her, “Let me get you something for your birthday.”

“No, thank you, the dinner was enough.”

“I must insist.”

“I can't bear to think that I'm taking away money that you might spend on going to see your daughter, I've spent enough of it already,” she told him.

“It's not the money that keeps me away; it's the time. I have enough money to spare you a trinket for your birthday.”

He wouldn't accept her protest, so they walked down the street, since she was still wary of being alone with him in a vehicle.

“What would you like? A necklace? Pierced ears, with a nice pair of earrings?”

“I don't need anything like that,” she told him.

“Oh, I know. What about some new shoes?” He asked, nodding to her feet where it was obvious that her shoes were starting to wear out; she'd walked many miles in them, and had gotten them some months before, after wearing out the pair she'd ran away in.

“I could use some,” she admitted.

He led her to a store and opened the door for her. Though she tried to refuse, he bought her a few pairs of tight jeans (“That's how the kids are wearing them these days, right?” He’d asked, making her laugh) and a new pair of stylish, long-lasting walking shoes.

Afterward, they went back to the restaurant and she put her new things in her bag, thanking him many times before refusing a ride and turning toward the shelter where she was going to inquire about space for the night.

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The shoes she had gotten on her birthday lasted nearly a year, and probably would have lasted the whole year, but it was unseasonably cold, starting to snow and rain much earlier than usual where she now was, and Angeline had to buy another pair of shoes after the holes in the sides started letting in the cold water from puddles.

The new shoes were warm on her feet, but when she looked in her pocket, she saw that she wouldn’t have enough to stay at the motel that night.

She told the friends she had been spending time with since about the time she arrived in this providence, but they were staying at a shelter that was already full.

A man that she had never met before, who looked like he was only a couple of years older than her, walked up to them.

“Hey, George,” her friend Dillon greeted, and the two girls, Brigitte and Adalyn, waved at him, but stayed back.

“And who is this beautiful lady?” George asked.

“Hi, I’m Angeline,” she introduced herself with the perfect smile her mother had made her practice for hours every day since she was five.

“Why hello,” he greeted back with a charming smile of his own.

There was more small talk, and the girls shifted, pulling their coats closer around them. “Ah, probably time to move to somewhere warmer,” George commented before asking, “where are you all staying?”

“Oh, that shelter down there, you know,” Dillon told him, gesturing, and the girls nodded in agreement.

“I’m not sure,” Angeline admitted. “I guess I could go to the park and see if there is somewhere sheltered there.”

“No, that’s too dangerous,” George told her. “Besides, look at the clouds; it’s probably going to snow tonight.”

“Oh,” she murmured. She wasn’t from this area, the other side of the country actually, so she’d have to take his word for it.

“You should come with me,” George said. “I don’t have a lot of space, but you don’t look like you take a lot of room, I could probably fit you in for the night.”

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“Sure,” he told her.

Angeline walked down the street, waving goodbye to the others. It may be strange to people who had a home of their own and didn’t ever worry about where to sleep that she might go to a stranger’s place and stay the night, but he had been a part of the homeless community, and what they had, she had always found that they shared so they could survive together. Besides, she had been on the street for nearly two years, and felt that she had a pretty good handle on taking care of herself, plus, Dillon knew him, and Dillon was her friend; he wouldn’t let her go anywhere that she would be hurt.

They got to a small, suspect looking building that was obviously low rent apartments, and George lead her up the stairs and into the building.

They walked into his apartment and she saw that it was one room, a little crowded with a couch, bed, and a set of shelves over a small fridge and sink, and a door off the kitchen leading to a tiny bathroom.

She sat on the couch when he gestured, looking around and seeing how the apartment looked like one of those eternally dirty places, that no matter how much you cleaned, too much filth had already settled in.

He smiled and she smiled back. “Would you like a drink?” He asked, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of dark grape juice.

“Sure, thank you,” she told him politely, looking around around the room again as he poured the glasses.

He handed hers to her and sat next to her, sipping the cold drink.

She took a sip as well, and ran her tongue over her lips to get the rest off of them.  

“So, Angeline, how long have you been on the streets?” He asked.

“About two years,” she answered, taking another drink.

“And how old are you?”

“Seventeen,” she answered.

He nodded. “Must have been rough there for you to leave so young… Did you have trouble at home?” He asked. She didn’t answer, so he told her, “that’s why I left. My parents were so overbearing, not letting me leave the house at all, not letting me listen to English music, they would yell at me; “we speak French here!””

Angeline smiled around her mouth full of juice. “I heard the opposite from my mother; “we are sophisticated here, English!” But then she would speak to me in French about my stepfather behind his back, nasty things.” She shook her head at the memory and noticed something strange.

She blinked and looked at George as he asked if she wanted another glass of juice. “Ah, I don’t want to drink all of your juice,” she told him.

“It’s ok,” he insisted. “I have another bottle.”

She downed the last of the glass as he held out his hand for it, and handed it to him. She watched him walk to the counter under the shelf, take the juice from the fridge and fill one of the glasses before coming back to her.

She expected him to hand it to her, but he leaned over her and set it on the small table next to the couch.

Angeline’s eyes fluttered as the world seemed to double around her.

She tried to clear her eyes, but nothing helped, and she realized that she had been drugged.

A hand touched her arm through her coat, and she batted him away.

George was in front of her, smirking as he pulled her arms behind her and pulled her coat down, trapping them and her wings behind her.

She blinked desperately to clear her mind, but the doubling had turned to tripling and quadrupling, and she couldn’t make sense of his form moving in front of her.

“It’s fitting that you’re seventeen,” he told her as her head swam. “Since you are my seventeenth.”

Angeline looked at him and tried to focus. “What are you going to do?” She asked with a slur.

“My lady, it will ruin the surprise. But…” He grinned, obviously very pleased with himself. “I suppose you’re about to pass out anyway.” He pulled her shirt up to show her bra covered breasts. “First, I’ll take your body, I’ll touch you and tie you, then we’ll spend the night having fun. Or, I will, at least.” His grin was disgusting across his two faces.

Angeline blinked, realizing that her consciousness was coming back.

He obviously didn’t think that it should be, and continued to fondle her breast. “Then,” he made a motion across his neck, “it’s faster if you cut the throat; all the blood comes out faster. Then, well, I can’t just have you around here, small though you are, so then I’ll practice my surgery skills and you’ll be much smaller and easier to hide.”

Angeline’s eyes widened. “I’m the seventeenth one?” She asked, in shock that he’d done this sixteen times before and gotten away with it.

He laughed. “Yes. Your age is just so perfect, it had to be fate.”

She struggled, but couldn’t get free, her wings were trapped in her shirt, which was twisted around them somehow, and her coat made her arms pin them to her, and her tail was trapped in her pants.

Panic was washing through her.

Her healing was making her metabolize the drugs faster than a normal person, but he was going to do things to her, and she couldn’t stop him.

His fingers slid down her stomach and found the zipper on her pants, sliding it down, his fingers trying to get in to touch her, but not able to get far.

He unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down a little, and her tail shot out, wrapping around his throat.

“What the-” He stopped as he was choked, kneeling in front of her, face to face, hazy and a bit blurry in her vision.

His face started turning red, and Angeline knew if she didn’t stop, he would choke to death.

Tears of fear and panic started filling her eyes, which stared at him in horror as he got redder.

Her tail started to loosen, but then him laughing about raping and murdering, then dismembering sixteen girls and planning on doing the same to her came to her mind. She shook her head, the room still swimming a little.

She tightened her tail, and he started gasping, groping at her tail in desperation as his face turned a dark purplish red.

She could get away without harming him, but if she did he might try to do this again, to some poor girl who couldn’t defend herself like she could.

She couldn’t bear the thought, and her tail tightened as she stared into his eyes.

She saw the life leave them, a chilling sight that made her feel dirty and need to get away from the wrong feeling surrounding his lifeless body.

Her tail tossed his body away and she stood weakly, her arms working themselves free, and rightened her clothing as she looked around and grabbed her things through her nearly returned vision, quickly leaving the apartment and walking out into the street.

The snow fluttered to the ground around her, the cold air surrounding her, but she was already numb, walking down the street as though she was a hollow, empty shell that had contained the girl called Angeline.

The snow melted on her cheeks as she walked through the night, and the grey dawn sky greeted her when she finally looked up from the ground.

She blinked, not even realizing that her clothes were soaked and that she’d walked to another town entirely.

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Angeline turned off the water in the pool shower she’d broken into through the skylight, walking over to the changing area and drying off.

She pulled on her underwear, standing and going to the mirror to comb her hair. She looked at the mirror, her face blank and actions still stiff, even after about six months had passed since she had escaped death.

As she combed down, her comb ran over her collar bone through her hair, and she blinked at the weird feeling filling her.

But it wasn’t from the comb; it felt like there was a flap on her, like when a label starts peeling off of a bottle.

Her fingers moved over the spot near her shoulder, but felt nothing. She finished combing her hair and just stood there, staring at herself.

She’d had this feeling before, but had shrugged it off, thinking that it was in her mind. She reached over again, grabbing with her hand and mind, imagining pulling it from her as she stared at herself.

She felt like she was taking off a long coat like the one she wore to cover her wings, and suddenly- she fell to the floor with wide eyes and a horrified expression.

“What- wha- wha-?” She gasped, scrabbling to crawl backward.

What was that thing that looked like her in the mirror?!

Her face was the same, her body the same, except her feet, which had gotten longer, her toes short with claws, and now she saw the claw at the side, like an animal’s dew claw at her ankle. Her fingers had short claws, making it easy to continue using her hands, but looked normal otherwise.

She looked back up to the mirror, staring at herself, there were horns coming from the top of her head where she’d wear a headband, sweeping back over her head, she turned her head to see that they were short, but they were still there. Her eyes had darkened, still blue, but a deep blue that reminded her of the pictures of galaxies that she’d seen in the books about space in the library. She could see the fangs through her parted lips, top and bottom, and stared at them.

Hesitantly, she pulled her tail where she could see it, half expecting a spaded tail, but it was worse; two spikes, one sharp and round, the one a little higher nearly the same, but sharp along the edge, to cut. They were only about a foot long, maybe ten inches, but they still scared her.

The last part- she looked back up and slowly opened her wings. The feathers had fallen off, leaving them a dark grey black, but they were wrong.

Instead of how a bird’s would look without feathers, hers were more bat like, demon like.

She was a demon- she had changed from an angel to a demon.

“No,” she murmured.

Why had this happened?

Her hand touched the mirror and she closed her eyes, trying to pull the coat back on, wanting to look like herself.

She felt something, and dared a peek. Her wings were feathered again, her horns gone, her body back to normal.

She touched her head, trying to feel where her horns were, but they were gone. Her hand touched her head and nothing got in the way.

“I’m a demon,” she whispered. She stared at herself as she stood. “Of course I’m a demon- I killed someone…”

She stood and stared at herself, feeling for the coat again and pushing it off. Her hand touched her horn, and it was definitely there.

The memory of pestering her mother about who her father was surfaced, and she remembered her mother snapping at her that he was a gargoyle.

She had thought she was just irritated with her and telling her outlandish things but…

A tear ran down her cheek. “I’m a monster… No wonder I could kill him… That’s what monsters do…”

She stared at her body, taking in the changes that had apparently always been there, waiting for her to peel back the wrapper.

‘Maybe… maybe I should stop myself from killing before I start…’ She thought as tears flowed down her face. ‘I should just end it now… I could find a quick way, so it won’t hurt…’

…    …    …    

Angeline flinched away as a man asked if she was alright, and it took her a minute to realize that he was speaking to her.

She shook her head and walked away, wanting to stay as far away from him as possible.

She had known that adult men were pigs, most of them, anyway, but now that someone she’d thought of as not a threat had tried to kill her…

She looked up as the sun played peek a boo with the clouds, her thoughts dark and dreary.

She was probably experiencing some sort of post traumatic stress thing, even though it had been a few months, but she couldn’t seem to pull herself back to reality.

She wasn’t sure if she could trust anyone. She wanted to stay away from men- forever. She wasn’t too sure of women either.

She wandered to a park and climbed on top of a pavilion, wanting to be away from people.

She was mindlessly watching the families run around, children playing tag and swinging, running over the play equipment.

If only she could be a child, when she didn’t have to worry about things like this- but…

With her mother, she’d been shown off inappropriately at that age, too.

Angeline noticed a mother who seemed to be panicked, looking around for her child with a jacket in her hand, and looked around as well, seeing children playing, most parents close to their children, a family eating a picnic snack on a blanket, and a man leading a little girl to the bathrooms.

She did a once over again and saw that the little girl on her way to the bathrooms was one of the few without a jacket on, and inspected the man more.

He seemed to be hurrying a little, which was normal with a child who might have waited too long to tell a parent that they needed to go, but they passed the door, going to the small fenced area behind the building that hid the garbage cans from sight.

Angeline stood and pulled her coat off, giving a few strong pulls of her wings and landing next to the building, hurriedly putting on her coat and stepping around the corner.

“Excuse me,” she said, and the man froze. “Do you know this man?” She asked the little girl.

“He’s going to show me his puppy,” she excitedly explained.

“I’m sure,” Angeline said flatly, looking up at the man.

He was not intimidated by her short, slender stature. “Yes, I live on the other side of the fence,” he told her, his look telling her to mind her business and go to hell.

“Let her go, pervert,” Angeline told him.

“I think you’ve got the wrong idea.” He gripped the girl’s hand tighter.

“Now,” Angeline demanded.

He laughed at her. “You are a little dog, thinking you are a big dog. Shoo, shoo little dog,” he told her, brushing her away with his hand.

Angeline dropped her shoulders, letting her coat fall from them as her wings spread out. “Let the child go,” she told him as the little girl gasped in amazement.

The man was so startled he dropped the girl’s hand, and Angeline reached for it.

The girl came to her and took her hand, and Angeline pulled her close.

“Give her back,” the man demanded as he came back to himself.

“You’re disgusting,” Angeline told him.

“Give her back!”

“Eat shit.”

“Fine, then I’ll find another one,” he told her, making a point as though she had stopped nothing.

“What?” Angeline asked in surprise.

“Yeah, I’ll just go find another one,” he repeated.

Angeline felt the pressure in her stomach as she looked at him.

He’d just do it again.

“You’ve done this before,” she murmured, and he just smiled.

Someone needed to stop this man.

The problem was that the police would need proof that he had done the things he did, and they hardly ever got enough to charge, let alone convict…

Someone needed to stop him permanently, but what were the chances that that would happen?

Not very high, unfortunately…

But someone had to do it.

She could do it…

She could protect this little girl when no one else could.

“Your costume is falling,” he told her, pulling her back to reality as her wings drooped.

Angeline’s eyes went back to his, her wings flinging themselves out straight again.

He stepped back, startled as they moved on their own.

Her tail wrapped around his throat, pulling him to the ground at her feet.

“Angel?” The girl asked, looking up at Angeline.

The look on her face said she didn’t think Angels were supposed to do this.

Good thing she was a demon, then.

“You don’t need to see this,” she whispered as she covered the girl’s eyes and held her against her.

The man's face started darkening as he reached for her tail, and panic, fear and aversion filled Angeline's stomach.

She couldn't do this!

She couldn't do this; she couldn't kill someone- not again, she couldn't dirty her soul any more than she already had-

She nearly sobbed.

She couldn't protect this little girl, she couldn't protect the ones he'd go on to do this to, she couldn't stop the monster-

No-

She was a monster.

And if anything could stop a monster, it was another monster.

She had to stop him, she had to protect this little girl, all the little girls, from him.

She couldn't do it like this, as her frail hearted self- but the monster inside her could.

Determination filled her, and Angeline let the cloak that surrounded her go to stand in her demon form, making fear flood the man’s eyes.

Her tail tightened around the pervert’s throat and tears filled her eyes as she watched, feeling the fear well up inside her, too, at seeing the life flicker and leave his eyes.

“He will never hurt anyone again…” She tried to comfort herself.

She pulled the cloak back over her, letting go of the girl and pulling her coat to her and pulling it on.

Her tail wrapped back around her waist, where it had stayed since she’d been caught without it ready, prepared to defend herself.

Or others.

She looked down at the girl and turned her toward where her mother had now gotten a group of people looking, coming toward the bathrooms.

“Mommy!” The little girl cried as she jumped into her mother’s arms.

One of the group saw the dead body and gasped.

They all saw what the person had been looking at and gasped, hiding any children’s eyes that were present.

“What happened?” Demanded the girl’s mother.

“It was an angel!” She cried, pointing to where Angeline had been standing. “She’s gone- she was an angel mommy!”

Angeline looked down on them from the tree she was perched in. “Not an angel… Maybe a nice demon…” She murmured.

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Beacon to Damnation: Ch 7. Epilogue

Leere watched the sun set with empty emotion as the sun finished setting on the ocean. The rest of the crew gave her plenty of space. As the night came her adrenaline finally started to die down. She felt the weight of her wounds to her body…and her soul. Sharp pain came from her hands and back. The moon came up showering her in a new glow.

Looking at her hands she saw how her nails had turned a dark black and blood leaked from her finger tips. She didn’t need to see it, but she knew that her tattoo on her back had begun to leak as well. But finally, worse of all, she didn’t care.

Necromancy was different than Blood Magic. With Necromancy all she had to do to manipulate a body was make sure it had no living soul. The soul provides protection, a field of life. Without it creatures become nothing more then bone and flesh. Blood Magic took sacrifice to utterly dominate flesh, to push past the safeguard of a soul.

Her own blood had to be used, for one, but she also had to give up a part of her soul. It wouldn’t have been as bad if she was calm when employing it, but she rushed its use, and was consumed by anger at the time. The effects always made her feel numb emotionally. Physically it made her pale skin even more so white and her hair darker. And finally, it brought the princess closer to whispers of the dead, usually the damned. The soul could recover with time and rest, but her mind was another story. It opened her up much more to her own inner demons, unbearable guilt hitting her. The alternative was giving up her empathy and care.

So many dead wracked Leere. How many had perished? She couldn’t even save her own friend. Why did she live? Why did someone like her have to survive? Carlos shouldn’t have had to die like that. He was so scared, alone, and she failed him. She was a monster compared to a sweet soul like Carlos.

Leere wanted to cry, but couldn’t. She knew this process by now. If she lived through the numbness, the emotion would crash into her later. She had to get back home before that happened. If she wasn’t near family…..No. Better not to think about that.

Looking one last time at the moonlit ocean she frowned. She only hoped every soul could at least find purgatory after the suffering they attained in death. “I’m sorry Carlos. If you are watching down on me….forgive me.”

~

Leere rode out back to Hyrule in silence for the rest of her trip. No one dared talk to her. On a sail boat she couldn’t even have a shower, having to settle with using dry towels to clean herself. Leere scrubbed and scrubbed, only getting rid of surface level guts and blood. The stench stuck to her, and the blood stained her pale skin. It was unhealthily white, so the patches of blood stuck out.

Getting off the boat she traveled the rest of the way on horseback. It was easy enough to flash a bag of rupees. No one argued with the walking blood soaked woman. A whole day of slow travel she finally arrived at Hyrule castle. One guard wasn’t sure who the hooded character that was approaching.

“Halt. I need some identif-“

He halted when he saw the look Leere gave him, not only recognizing her, but realizing that something was horribly off. Examining her further he almost gagged in horror.

“P-Princess Leere. Do you need-“

“No. Move aside.”

Leere continued onwards to the palace. Her limbs were sore from the lack of magical treatments. Getting off her horse she avoided the blue dragon that sniffed at her. All she wanted to do was get inside and not be harassed. “Hmmm, you smell terrible….”

“Ba’Puu was it? Please do not tell my family that I am here. I am not presentable.” Getting off the horse had opened up some of her wounds. Blood leaked down her arm and onto the ground. Ba’Puu wasn’t sure if he should force the tiny human to seek help, or even stop her from entering. She reeked of death.

“….Very well. I’d advise you seek help though.”

Leere was thankful she wasn’t stopped by him. Entering through the doors she kept walking forward, quickly avoiding family members. Her dark cloak kept her covered as she continued down the halls. All she wanted was to be alone.

The sound of clicking got her attention behind her. She whipped her head to the corner of the hall. Did she movement? Was it her imagination? The clicking happened again above her. Instead of looking she ran the rest of the way to her room. Entering she locked the door and panted. A bath. She needed a bath.

Why was it at the end she felt her weakest. Dragging her feet she entered her bathroom. She took one look at her reflection and was frozen. She looked like….she didn’t know who she was looking at. The amount of blood on this woman’s sickly pale face, with shining red eyes through the messy black hair was, well, unsettling would be an understatement.

She started her bathtub. Thankfully for her it was designed for her Gerudo siblings, so her body had plenty of room. Grabbing some sewing tools she bite down on her teeth fixing her stitches. God she was tired of bleeding.

Stepping into the water burned all her senses, and her heart finally started to beat faster. Taking the soap she started to scrub herself clean of all her layers of filth. The bath grew from a crystal clear water to a big red tub of red gunk. Taking the soap she scrubbed hard on her breasts, wiping away the guts of her friend. Finally she washed her head, desperate to get the smell off her. She just kept scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing, but mentally she felt there was always a bit of stench that just didn’t come out.

Nearly finished she saw in the still water the image of Carlos. Leere’s eyes intensely looked at the water, the torn apart remains flickering in the waves. He smiles a sad smile, his lips curling a bit too wide, than reaches for her. His mangled arm actually comes out of the water to touch her. Leere yells in alarm at her mind bending on her, and smacks at the water to get rid of the image, her foot kicking out and unplugging the drain.

Getting out as quick as she could she looks back at the tub, the arm no longer there. Slowly she pears back into the tub, the tension building, crawling down her back. No Carlos. Upon this she tiredly laughs to herself. “Of course…how about a shower for the rest of my clean.”

Leere let the hot shower clean the rest of her off. Getting out she dried herself off, and entered her room. It was dark and quiet. Sitting down she curled up into her queen sized bed. Panting Leere gripped her bed sheets, smelling the sweetness of the clean fabric. Why then, did felt so empty. Everything felt so empty. Nothing mattered to her, nothing except the pain.

Feeling her pillow case she found her hidden knife. It had a simple leather sheath to stop her from stabbing her head while sleeping. Taking it out all her dark thoughts swirled in her brain. The guilt of being the only survivor and the recent horrors that wracked her mind. Leere, pressing the blade to her neck, pushed. Rest. Just one motion.

                                 A knock came at her door. A small amount of blood leaked as she nicked the side of her neck. Leere held the knife to her throat for a few more seconds, but dropped it. She couldn’t commit to it. At least not with the knocking. Hobbling over in sea of self doubt and judgement she opened the door to tell off whatever servant so she could try again.

Only it wasn’t just any housemaid, it was Rinku. She had an angelic warmth that came to Leere just from looking at her. Rinku had a great amount of alarm in her eyes. “Leere, are you alright? There was blood leading to- By god those cuts!”

“Rinku. You’re here? You’re back?”

“Yeah, I came back a month ago.” Rinku steadily holds Leere’s shoulders. “Leere. What happened to you!? Are you doing ok?”

Leere felt the weight of Rinku’s hands on her. The love and concern coming from her voice. It flipped a switch on in Leere and the Princess started to hyperventilate and cry, all her emotions pouring out like a geyser.  “Oh-oh god! Oh God! OH GOD!”  

Rinku let Leere practically collapse on her, holding her adoptive sister close. “I’m here Leere. You don’t need to let go.”

“Why am I alive?!”

Rinku squeezed Leere close, their chests pressing together, the flow of their heartbeats in sync. “What matters is that you ARE alive. Just let it all out.”

Leere kept crying and crying until she passed out in Rinku’s arms. Her mind took its toll processing her survivors guilt. It wasn’t until the next morning she woke up. Leere was afraid to open her eyes right away, in fear of seeing another nightmare. Moving around she felt something warm in her bed. Finally opening them she saw Rinku resting with her. On a nightstand were empty bottles of fairy extracts and clean bandages.

Feeling her body Leere noticed much of her recent scars were gone do to the potions effects. Felt good to have fresh bandages as well. Taking a deep sigh she snuggled closer to Rinku’s warmth. The hero slowly woke. “You feel better?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

Rinku squeezed Leere’s hand. “I felt a deep pain within you Leere. It was terrifying for me to see you like that. I used what potions and medicine I could. Even some of my Triforce to make you feel better.”

“You got a pretty big soul to help little old me.”

“Hey, I got plenty to spare. Especially for you.”

Leere pressed her face against Rinku’s neck. “Thank you again. Really. It means more then you know to me that you care.”

“Hey. I’ll always care about you. Always.”

Leere put a hand over her heart. “Rinku, will you accompany me to the countryside?”

“Hmm? Of course.”

The two woman got out of bed and Leere got properly changed. Leaving the castle Leere smiled at family members where she could, promising to catch up when she could.  Going through castle town Leere went to the market and bought a charming locket from a shop woman and continued out to the fields. She was grateful to have Rinku beside her. The Hylian Hero helped push away the lingering thoughts of guilt and voices.

Taking a shovel she dug a small hole and put the locket inside. Burying it Leere wrung her hands in worry, doing her best to not have another breakdown. “I’m…sorry Carlos. I couldn’t take anything of yours back with me, so I bought something I thought you might like. I know how you loved to get jewelry for your dates.”

Leere looked up at the afternoon sun beaming down on her. “I can’t keep saying I should have done more. It’s not fair to either of us….all I can say is….I hope you are at peace once again Carlos. And I’ll do better to protect people next time. I’ll do better….goodbye.”

Leere turned away from the small memorial she built. She wasn’t going to recover from her latest journey in one day, but this was a start. “I’m ready to go home.”

Rinku smiled brightly at her. “Glad to hear it. Covarog convinced his wife that we should have Lasagna tonight.”

Leere’s interest perked. “Chicken or Beef?”

“Chicken I think!”

“That sounds rather good.”

Leere focused her thoughts on home. Her family was all she needed to focus on. Taking a break for a while would be just what she needed.

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