#I really like the idea that he walks on two legs regularly but can sprint on all fours when he has to lock in

[chizu117]

Leshy sketches [+ Kaycee and Luke]

[moldisgoodforyou]

bahamas (iii)

wordcount: 4.5k

warnings: smut ! , lots of drunkenness

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“Rafe.” Sophie grinned at him through a mouthful of toothpaste, bumping her hip against his as they stood in front of the mirror of the master bathroom, at 3am after a long night of going out with their crew.

(He’d called first dibs the second they strolled into the entryway of the house, and no one protested except Sophie, who meekly suggested that they draw straws. James had cheerfully clapped her on the shoulder and insisted that they take the master because it was on the opposite end of the house from the other bedrooms, and he didn’t want to have to hear them having sex. She conceded soon after that.)

He stretched his arms out wide, flexing as he did, before looping them around her torso and settling his head on top of hers. Drunk Rafe was always extra cuddly and clingy, and often led to being more touchy than needed - but when she was drunk too, she fully embraced it. “Yeah?”

She spat out her toothpaste, rinsed her mouth, then shifted in his grip to look up at him with eager eyes. “You remember what we didn’t do when we were in Nice?”

He frowned as he pondered the answer, unsure. “Go to that one museum because we didn’t have reservations?”

“Beach sex.” She corrected, giggling when his eyes went wide. “And I was thinking, since you’ve never...and we basically have a private beach…”

“You’re drunk.” He cocked his head at her, still processing the request.

“Yes. But so are you.” Sophie reached up, her hands going to unbutton his shirt. “Come on, we need to shower afterwards anyway. We can be quick.”

“You’re serious?” He asked warily, letting her undress him. “Like, you’re 100 percent sure?”

“Hundred percent.” She replied, smoothing her palms over his chest. “Please?”

He glanced over, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tight feeling in his shorts. “Alright. But you have to keep your voice down, and we’re going back in through the kitchen door so we don’t set off any alarms, and I’m bringing a towel because I don’t want sand up my ass - Sophie, wait!” Rafe called after her as she giggled and slipped out their bedroom door, running out toward the water.

“Better catch up!”

He grabbed a towel and sprinted after her, catching up easily. “What did I just say -”

Sophie cut him off with a kiss, jumping up so he caught her around the waist and he slid his hands under her thighs to support her, momentarily thanking the girls in his head for convincing her to wear the flowy sundress. She locked her legs around his waist. “Shh.”

“You’re trouble.” He mumbled against her lips, glancing around the empty beach before walking out with her closer to the water. “Remember when you said you’d never skinny dip again because we nearly got arrested?”

“This is different.” She argued. “No one’s around. Didn’t you say you know the security guard?”

“Yeah, Sarah and I used to pay him to disable the alarms when we would sneak out in high school.” He grinned, sliding his hands up to grip her ass. “I fucking love you - hold on, are you not wearing underwear?”

She moaned against his mouth, moving to kiss along his jaw, then down his neck. “No.”

“Oh my god.” He set her down before she could suck a mark on his neck. He laid out the towel that was slung around his shoulders, making sure to put it in an area with packed sand, the ground still a little wet. “Lay down for me.”

“You don’t have an ounce of spontaneity in your body.” She laughed, but complied, the hem of her dress falling up her thighs as she leaned back on her elbows to look up at him.

“Shut up.” He countered lamely, surprising her as he knelt down and ducked his head under her dress, pressing kisses up her thighs.

Sophie let her eyes flutter shut, her legs falling wider. “Fuck, Rafe, I just wanted -”

“You’ll get it. Be patient.” He chastised, sliding two fingers across her dripping core. “Jesus, Soph, this really turns you on?”

“Yeah - oh.” She breathed out as he started rubbing steady circles across her clit. “It doesn’t for you?”

“I never said that.” He started making quick work with her under his tongue, knowing exactly how to make her moan.

She gripped helplessly at the sand, dropping her head back onto the towel. “Fuck, okay. Can you - we should prob’ly be quick -”

“Be quiet, Sophie.” He commanded, not giving her a second to respond before diving back in, his nose nudging against her clit.

She yelped, caught off guard, and immediately slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry - fuck, don’t stop -”

He spread her legs further apart and kept up his motions, not stopping even as she tugged on his hair, making him groan against her. He added in one finger, then two, pleased by the little whimpers she made, knowing she was close. “C’mon, baby, wanna hear you when you come.”

Sophie shook her head but gasped as he stroked just the right spot in her, forgetting to keep her hand locked over her mouth. “Please, Rafe, there - please -” she tensed just as he pushed her past her peak, not realizing she’d basically kneed him in the head in the process.

He worked her through it anyways, pinning her legs down with his forearms. Once she dropped her head back to the towel, satisfied, he grinned up at her. “You good?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t stay quiet.”

“Nope. I swear, you have a nose meant for eating me out.” She exhaled, smiling dopily up at him.

He laughed, going to tug off his shorts. “What’s that mean?”

“It’s, like, sloped perfectly. I dunno.” She pulled the dress back down, sitting up on her knees. “How do you want me?”

“You didn’t bring a condom out, right?”

“I have the IUD now -”

“Still.” He regarded her carefully, a slow smile creeping onto his face as she reached up to unbutton his shorts. “Sophie.”

“Yes.”

“Your knees are gonna be bruised.”

“Oh well.” She palmed him over his shorts, satisfied when he hissed in response.

“Everyone’s gonna know.”

“Pretty sure they already know I’m sucking you off regularly.” She replied, tugging his shorts down. “It’s not really a secret.”

“We could at least take it inside…” He trailed off as she slid her hand down his cock, stroking her thumb over the head of it. “Shit.”

“I don’t think you’ll last that long, baby.” She teased, licking her palm then worked her hand up and down his cock in slow, long strokes.

He opened his mouth to reply just as she took him into her mouth, and promptly shut his instead. Clearly she wasn’t in the mood for conversation.

If there was one thing Sophie had learned in their relationship, it was that the only time Rafe ever shut up was when she had his cock in her mouth. (She wished she’d known that sooner. They could have solved a lot of arguments that way.)

She kept up a slow pace as she bobbed her head up and down on him, making Rafe begin to grow impatient.

He carefully tugged on her hair, making her glance up, and raised his eyebrows.

“Yes?” She pulled off him, raising hers back as she licked her lips. “Something to say?”

“You’re teasing.”

“I literally had you in my mouth, Rafe, that’s not teasing.” She insisted, digging her nails a little into the back of his thighs. “Now, if you’ll just -”

The tide came in right at that moment, soaking the entire bottom half of her dress and his shorts pooled around his ankles. They both yelped in surprise, Sophie jumped up, and Rafe tried to pull his shorts up as quickly as possible. “Shit!”

Sophie couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of her, clapping her hand over her mouth. “I can’t - we have to go back in.”

He shook his head, extremely uncomfortable in his sopping wet shorts that he barely managed to zip up over his now-painful boner, but grinned anyways. “This was your idea.”

“My dress is soaked.” She complained, wringing out the fabric. “You should have checked the tide -”

“Are you seriously - Sophie, you suggested this -”

“You should have told me no!” She argued, loving pushing his buttons as far as she could, and got up in his face, inches apart from him.

“Like you would have listened.” He stepped back right away, placing his hands on her shoulders and keeping his arms outstretched to keep her at a distance. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”

She took a step closer anyways, then squealed as he immediately grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. “Rafe!”

“Sophie!” He mimicked, tugging her dress down so it covered her ass and strode back up to the house, towel forgotten. “Fucking tease. You know, I thought the arguing might stop when we were dating.”

“You love arguing with me.” She retorted. “It turns you on.”

“Damn right it does.” He replied, palming her ass. “You’re so fucking sexy. I need to tell you that more.”

“Rafe.” She whined, squirming in his grip. “Quit.”

He only set her down just before the front door of their bedroom, glancing around. “If I ask nicely, will you help me out in the shower?”

She perked up, eager. “Will you beg for it?”

“Do you really want me to?”

“I always want you to.”

Rafe shook his head, grinning, and swatted her butt. “Get your ass in the shower, pretty girl.”

Twenty minutes later, with both of them finally warm again from the shower (among other activities) and completely clean, Sophie had a fresh bruise on her hip from slipping in the shower and Rafe not being quick enough to grab her before she hit the faucet. They slipped into bed just after four in the morning, both exhausted, and Rafe fumbled for his phone to set an alarm before they fell asleep.

“Put your phone away. Go to sleep.” Sophie mumbled, her head on his chest and fingers curled around his bicep.

“Uh.”

“What.”

“Seems the bathroom has good acoustics.”

“Oh, fuck.” She groaned, grabbing at his phone. He had three texts - two from James, saying shut the fuck up and I hate you both so much, and one from Colin, saying I literally never want to hear Sophie moaning ever again.

“That’s it. We’re getting back on the plane the second the sun rises. I never want to see the boys ever again in my life.”

He pulled his phone out of her grip and set it aside on the nightstand, kissing her on the forehead and hugged her back to his chest. “I’ve had the misfortune of hearing both of them in bed, we’re fine. They should be sleeping anyway. It’s not our fault.”

“If they say one single word tomorrow -”

“I won’t let them give you shit, I promise.” Rafe smoothed his palm over her hair in an attempt at a soothing gesture. “Though I don’t think I can control your girls if they heard it too.”

She yawned, shutting her eyes again. “Julia’s definitely gonna say something.”

He smirked. “Complimentary, I assume.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

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The rest of their day ended up as uneventful as they’d like - full of drinking tropical drinks, napping in hammocks in the sun, and a few games of beach volleyball. After one too many pina coladas, James found himself parasailing on the back of some random guy’s boat, with Colin roped along for assistance. Meanwhile, Rafe and the girls went snorkeling, and Julia insisted that a shark had bitten her toe (it was a baby whitebait, but still).

After dinner and a pregame, the group made it back to their now-favorite bar (after only three nights). It only took them a couple hours for everyone to get a buzz. They all took turns in pairs to get drinks upon Rafe’s insistence, making sure everyone was safe. They kept everything on a tab on Rafe’s card and agreed to pay him back at the end of the week - he had to talk them into it, wanting a reason to piss his dad off. (Sophie wasn’t thrilled, figuring Rose would find some way to connect it back to her, but agreed after a few drinks anyways.)

When Sophie returned with Rafe from the bar after their turn, drinks in hand, she stopped abruptly in her tracks at the scene before them. He promptly ran into her, stumbling in an attempt to catch both of them and not spill the drinks. “Hey! Pick up your feet, Soph -”

“What the fuck?” She demanded, staring straight ahead at James and Julia making out on the dance floor. They were in their own little world, arms wrapped around each other.

“Shit.” Rafe mumbled, following her gaze. “Okay, baby, let’s be rational here -”

She ignored him, storming forward, and decided the best course of action was to duck in between the two of them to break them up, making Julia accidentally smack a sound kiss to her lips.

Both the boys gaped for a moment, then regained their senses and exchanged a glance. Rafe cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as a blush rose to his cheeks.

Julia’s eyes snapped open and she pulled back a second too late, confused and definitely not sober. “Soph?”

“What the fuck, you two?” She exclaimed, whirling around to face James, who had both hands up in defense and had taken several steps back.

“I didn’t - we haven’t -” He fumbled for an excuse, sending Rafe a desperate look, but he just shrugged in response.

“Stop kissing each other! Or trying to hook up! God!” Sophie knocked back a big swig of alcohol before glaring at both of them, her eyes a little wild. Rafe had seen that look before - many a time, actually, but more so in high school - and was extremely thankful he wasn’t on the receiving end of it for once. “Why is that so hard to understand?!”

Julia shrugged, having absolutely zero remorse. “He’s here, he’s a good kisser. Just happened.”

“Well stop making it happen.” Sophie frowned, turning back to James. “Last time, you -”

“Hey.” Rafe stepped in abruptly, interrupting what she was about to spill to Julia, about how last time James felt guilty for an entire month after, and how he had asked Rafe if he was a bad person for wanting to just hook up without a relationship, and if he was screwing Julia over. (Julia couldn’t care less, she was just happy to be getting some no strings attached, but James struggled with the whole idea.) “Okay. Let’s not. Where are Colin and Allie?”

James shot Rafe a grateful look and then tipped his head toward the bar. “Allie’s getting hit on by the bartender and Colin is…I don’t know.”

“You lost Colin?” Sophie asked, pulling out her phone to search for him. “When?”

“We didn’t lose him, he was talking to some girl. That’s mine?” Julia asked, taking one of the drinks from Sophie’s hand.

“Yes, but you don’t deserve it.” She grumbled, but let her take it anyway.

“Soph.” Rafe chastised, firm. “Okay. So Colin’s fine, do we need to intervene with this bartender?” He glanced back and was surprised to see normally-quieter Allie leaning across the bar, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she giggled at something the bartender said. He recognized that tactic straightaway - Sophie had done it all the time when they first started to be friendly with each other. For a moment he questioned if that was actually her flirting or something she’s tried at Julia’s coaching - honestly, that was probably it.

Whatever. It still worked.

“Is she flirting? Wait, is this the same guy that was hitting on her last night?”

“Yeah. He’s hot.” Julia commented with a grin, raising her eyebrows at Sophie. “Think she’ll go home with him?”

“No one is going home with anyone.” Rafe shook his head, settling his arm around Sophie’s shoulders. “If they want to do anything, it’ll have to be at my place. We’re not losing track of anyone. Where the fuck is Colin?” He scanned the room along with James, both of them a good head above the crowd.

“Oh! There.” James pointed out, spying Colin talking to a girl at the end of the bar, watching as he kept glancing toward Allie with a frown and barely paid the other girl any attention. “Man. He sucks at flirting.”

“Not his strong suit.” Rafe agreed. He watched with raised eyebrows as Allie balanced an entire tray of double shots back to their booth, cheeks a little flushed and bright-eyed.

“Hi, you’re back! I brought shots, where’s Colin?” She started passing them out to everyone, placing a small bowl with lime wedges in the center of the table.

“Who’s your friend, Al?” Rafe grinned.

“I...I don’t know what you mean.” Allie blushed, pushing Rafe’s shot toward him a little more insistently. “Here. Drink.”

“Allie’s gonna get some,” Julia sang, knocking back the first shot without waiting for the others. “Did you pack condoms? I have extras -”

Colin appeared out of nowhere, squeezing himself into the booth besides James. “Who needs condoms?”

“No one.” Rafe and Allie replied at the same time, Rafe immediately going into protective mode. Allie was blushing furiously by now and shoved a shot toward Colin, grabbing her own and raising it. “To...trying new things.”

James whistled, laughing at Sophie’s cheer before they all took the shot together. After the second one, Julia winced, biting her lip, and Sophie recognized the telltale sign immediately. “Jules, bathroom?”

“Yeah, I - yeah.” She nodded, slipping out of the booth and hurried after Sophie. Tequila never treated her well, but when she was drunk enough she’d drink whatever was put in front of her.

Allie watched them go, gathering the shot glasses back onto the tray with the discarded limes - she scowled as a trail of juice made it down her wrist. “Okay, I���m bringing this back. Are we good to go after this, do we want more drinks…?”

“I’m pretty sure Jules is throwing up, so I think we’re done.” James informed her unhelpfully, leaning into Colin a little too much - Colin just shoved at him to keep him upright.

“Right. Um.” She spoke the next words too quickly, all strung together like she couldn’t get them out fast enough. “Rafewhat’syouraddress?”

“Huh?”

Allie blushed, shrugging. “Address? Where we’re staying?”

“Oh. Oh! Um, it’s...lemme just…” He pulled out his phone and dropped her a pin. “There. Texted it to you.”

“Why do you need the address if we’re all going home?” Colin asked with suspicion, scowling.

“None of your business.” Allie told him curtly, lingering for a moment longer before taking a deep breath and strolling back up to the bar.

The bartender, Carlos, greeted her with a broad smile. He’d made the first move when she got drinks for the group the day before, complimenting her on her shirt and the color, then on how cute she looked when she blushed. “You came back.”

“Yeah. I did.” Emboldened by the alcohol, she held out her hand. “Can I have a napkin and a pen, please?”

He nodded, sliding both across the table and stroked his thumb over the back of her hand before letting go. “Are you leaving without me?”

“If you can get off in the next hour - shit -” She blushed at her word choice. “I mean, um, if you want to come by in the next hour. If the bar’s closing. You can, um, show me more of that tattoo you were telling me about.” She nodded toward his chest and the bit of ink peeking out from beneath his button up shirt, biting the inside of her cheek with instant regret at her poorly delivered pickup line. There was a reason she stuck to dating apps and let Julia and Sophie handle the ghostwriting on her account, preferring to stick to one night stands if anything.

Carlos accepted the napkin she slid back with the address on it, nodding. “I’m off in an hour.” He paused, eyes raking over her for a second. “You said you’re 22?”

“Yes? Is that a problem?” She asked with a little too much of an edge of nerves to her voice, instead of confidence like she’d hoped she could deliver. Channeling Sophie’s argumentative energy and Julia’s flirtatious energy never worked for her.

“No, I’m 25. Just wanted to make sure.” He flashed her a bright grin, one that made her feel a little weak in the knees. “I’ll see you soon, Allie.”

She could barely get out a “see you” before she hurried back to her friends, biting the inside of her cheek so she wasn’t smiling so wide. James grinned at her knowingly, Rafe raised his eyebrows as if to check in that she was okay while Colin seemed distant, distracted. “Okay. Let’s go.”

“The rest of our girls are still -” Rafe started, then cut himself off as Sophie and Julia arrived behind Allie. “Never mind. Let’s roll.” He sent Sophie a quick glance, nodding briefly toward Allie before tugging the boys to fall into step ahead of the crew. It was only a seven minute walk back to the house, placed perfectly in between the nightlife and the beach.

Sophie read his glance right away, nudging her hip against Allie’s and lowering her voice as they all followed the boys out. “So. The bartender?”

“Carlos.” Allie corrected.

“Are you gonna fuck him?” Julia asked a little too loudly, yelping when Sophie punched her arm.

“...I think so.” Allie nodded, only sounding a little unsure of herself.

“Don’t do anything you don’t want to.” Sophie told her, hooking her arm in hers. “But if you do want to, make him go down on you first.”

“Voice down, Soph!” Rafe called out ahead of them, turning to walk backward and send her an amused look.

Sophie just flipped him off, making him roll his eyes and turn back. “What! She should!”

Allie raised her eyebrows, gesturing between the two of them. “I thought you went down on him first.”

Sophie waved her hand, shaking her head. “That’s besides the point. We knew each other, all that. You don’t know this bartender, but if he’s worth anything, he’ll prove it first.”

“She makes a good point for someone who’s had only one random hookup.” Julia interjected with a grin. “I saw him take a tequila shot with one of the old ladies at the bar last night. His tongue is -”

“Oh my god, no, shut up.” Allie interrupted, turning bright red as they followed the boys into the house, Rafe holding the door for all of them. “This was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have - no. I don’t do this for a reason.”

Rafe straightened up, crossing his arms with a frown. “You don’t have to do a single thing you don’t want to. I’ll tell him to fuck off if you want.”

Julia reached out and combed her fingers through the ends of Allie’s hair, arranging it perfectly. “Yeah, but don’t hold back if you want to do this. One and done, babe, then you never have to see this dude again.”

“Yeah, we’ll go to another club if you want. You set the rules here, Al.” Rafe promised sincerely, genuinely concerned for the well-being of his friend.

Allie nodded, taking a deep breath and glanced around at everyone gathered in the foyer. “Right. I’m gonna - I should take another shot or something.”

“No.” Colin’s permanent frown hadn’t left his face since they’d all left the bar. “If you’re not gonna do this sober, then you’re sure as hell not gonna do it drunk.”

“One shot wouldn’t make me drunk -”

“No, Allie -”

“Colin.” James cut in sharply. “She can handle herself. C’mon, I want to scout out where to go for dinner tomorrow and I want your help. I don’t think I can type right.”

They all stood there in silence for a moment, tension thick in the air, until Colin grumbled and headed off to their room without a word. James rolled his eyes at his surliness but followed.

Julia grinned at Rafe once they left, arms crossed as she leaned against the wall. “So if Allie’s hooking up in my room, does that mean we get a sleepover?”

Rafe’s face dropped and he glanced toward Sophie, who was just holding back a grin. “No. Jules, you can sleep on the couch or something - look, this dude isn’t spending the night, right Allie?”

“Um…no?” She questioned, glancing around at her friend’s faces. “No? No. Uh, I don’t think so.”

“Good choice.” He nodded, glancing out toward the street where they could all hear the sound of a car pulling up outside. “Want us to hang out here?”

“Yeah, just, uh.” Allie waved toward the couches in the living room area. “Go be distant. Shit.” She mumbled as he started walking up the drive. “Jules, where are -”

“Condoms are in the side pocket of my duffel.” Julia supplied helpfully, laughing when Rafe made a face. “What! She needs to be protected -”

“Shut up!” Allie hissed back, straightening a little and offered a slightly nervous smile to Carlos as he strolled up and greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Hi! Um, do you want to...let me show you this way.” She ushered him away, but not before Rafe caught his eye and stared him down.

Julia watched Rafe with a smirk, nudging him once the two had left their earshot. “You are so totally the dad friend. I hope you know that.”

“If that’s setting me up to be a good father, I’ll take it.” He replied quickly, with a little too much sincerity to be taken as a joke.

“Just don’t become a father on this trip.” Julia shot back with a teasing grin.

His eyebrows shot up and he immediately looked toward Sophie, giving himself away.

Julia laughed, punching him in the arm. “Yeah. I heard about her stomach flu incident. You two are so dramatic, immediately assuming she’s pregnant.”

“I told you that in confidence, Julia.” Sophie groaned, her cheeks going red.

“Yeah, as in don’t discuss with the boys, not your boy.”

Rafe couldn’t hide the pleased smile he got at ‘your boy,’ wrapping his arm around Sophie’s shoulders as she rolled her eyes. “Jules, you good hanging out here? I can take the couch if you want.”

“Nah, I’m good. Night Dad.”

“Stop.” Sophie insisted, not amused in the slightest.

“Okay, Mom.” Julia rolled her eyes. “Jeez, I know who’s gonna be the fun parent.” The moment she registered the slightest flinch in Sophie’s facial expressions, Julia softened, reaching out to pat her knee. “Kidding. Sorry.”

“S’alright.” Sophie mumbled, standing. “I’m going to bed. Night, Jules.”

Rafe stood after her, following immediately. “Text if you need anything. Blankets are in that basket over by the fireplace.”

“Thanks. Night.” Julia replied, watching them go. She briefly thought about knocking on James’ door - she’d forgotten he was that good of a kisser - but decided against it. Some friendships just needed to stay intact.

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[rainydaymiddleearthimagines]

Arrangements

(Aragorn x fem!Elven!Reader)

Warnings- swearing, injuries, removal of shirt and that's about it

Note: This is my first Lord of The Rings Fanfiction ever. So... Go easy on me I don't know all of the lore of the world... Yet.

Aragorn seemed to enjoy his life in solitude. He didn't mind traveling the land as a ranger on his own, he didn't mind facing the world's troubles alone, he didn't mind this at all. He simply was content on being by himself.

He sat on a log in the forest, keeping a small campfire lit to cook the fish he had caught earlier. It was night now, the stars acting as a blanket as they hung over him. If he wasn't so deep in the woods he might've cared to admire them. However his main sky was tree branches and bird's nests that he would probably raid for eggs in the morning. He knew he was near some sort of town but wasn't exactly sure of his location. Sometimes he'd just wander the lands, seeing the ruins up close to pin point where he was. Now though he decided to venture into the forest.

He waited patiently for the fish to be properly cooked when a cloaked figure sprinted into his area. He drew his blade and the figure jumped back with a gasp. "Woah there! I mean no harm!" He blinked at the voice. A woman? The figure pulled back their hood to reveal an elven woman. You. "Why are you running?" He asked. "Trying to avoid someone." You said frantically. Something in your eyes didn't show fear. No the look you bore was one of annoyance. "Your highness!" Someone called. "Shite!" You whispered. "HIDE ME." You begged. Aragorn blinked. "Sorry, what?" He asked. "Look I will offer you a free place to stay and as much food as you want if you HIDE. ME." You begged. Aragorn blinked but stepped forward. "Trade cloaks with me." He finally said. You took your cloak off, handing it to him as he wrapped his around him. "Pull the hood up and sit on the log over there." He sighed.

You obeyed, pulling the hood up and sitting on the log. Two elven men ran over. "that's her cloak." One of the elven men noticed. Aragorn looked over. "Have you seen an elven woman?" He asked. "Yes, she just took off after handing me this cloak." Aragorn said. "Oh we're done for now." One of the men whined. "I cannot believe we lost the princess again!" The other huffed. You bit back a snort as they groaned. "If you see her again, tell her Arwen is looking for her. That usually gets her to come home, right?" One of the men pointed out. "Right! Yes, if she passes through again tell her that." The other said. "Best of luck to you and your friend!" The elven men yelled as he ran off. You waited a few moments before taking off the cloak.

"I cannot believe that worked." You laughed. "So you're a runaway princess?" He asked. You cleared your throat and sighed. "Something like that." You said. "I just hid you, I think I deserve an explanation." Aragorn said. You sighed. "Okay it sounds so ridiculous and you're going to think I'm two." You breathed. Aragorn rose a brow. "I am avoiding my royal duties because they are SO. BORING." You breathed. Aragorn bit back a laugh as he sat down. "Your sending your men on a goose chase because you're avoiding royal life?" He asked. "Do you have any idea how boring it is to learn which fork does what task? Because I do." You huffed.

Aragorn looked at you. "How many times have you done this?" He asked. You let out a pondering sigh. "Too many times to count." You said. "You'd think your father or mother would have realized you don't want your claim to the throne." Aragorn said. "It's not that I don't want it." You said, looking at the flames of his campfire. "It's that my father wants a kingdom that doesn't get involved. Something is brewing. I can feel it. When that time comes I want to actually do something. I don't want to sit in Rivendell and watch my people worry while we do nothing." You said. "Stop." He halted. "Your father is Elrond?" Aragorn asked. "Met him?" You asked. "I've met your sister once." He said. "Hm. Arwen. She's so much better at royal life than I am." You said. "She's calmer. Not better." Aragorn corrected as he pulled the fish from fire. "I agree. There is more to ruling than etiquette." He nodded. "Never thought I'd ever have someone agree with me." You chuckled. "You don't stray very far from home do you?" He asked making you chuckle. "No. I always go back." You said.

"why do you flee instead of voicing your concerns?" He asked. "Oh I voice my concerns. I am very vocal with my opinions. So I take action on my own, I scout my lands and I ensure things are safe for my people." You said. "So you're out here to... Better your kingdom's safety and don't question a strange man in the woods?" He asked. You chuckled. "The trees say very odd things about you Mister Strider." You said. "...The trees alert you of danger." Aragorn said. "Yes." You nodded. "You do seem a lot more alert than Elrond." Aragorn said. "Father doesn't get involved unless war is brought here. Which is never. So he never gets involved." You sighed.

"Do you have a particular crave for something outside of these woods?" He asked, noticing a look in your eyes. "I want adventure. I want to be known for something. Something more than this." You said, motioning to your royal looking clothes. Aragorn nodded. "I don't see the appeal but I understand you." He said. You noticed a gash on his leg after he stood up. "Your injured." You said. "Ah. Horse was spooked and knocked me off. Hit my shoulder as well." He said. "Come with me to Rivendell then!" You said. "...What?" "We have some of the most talented healers and it's an actual safe place to sleep. Can go wrong with that now can you?" You asked. "Why do you want to help me?" He asked. "Because you helped me." You said. Aragorn looked in your eyes and strangely felt at peace.

He found himself agreeing to your want to help him and you helped him put out the fire, walking with him through the woods. "It doesn't hurt when you walk does it?" You asked. "Not too much, no." He assured. You nodded and finally reached Rivendell. The kingdom seemed more mystical at night. No one was really active with the exception of the guards who seemed relieved to see you. You escorted him to what appeared to be a medical wing.

You took a cloth and soaked it in warm water as Aragorn removed his shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed when your turned around. Scars from battle were riddled across his chest and shoulders. "You seem to be injured quite regularly." You said, taking the cloth and wringing it out. "part of being a ranger." He said. You stood behind him, gently touching his wound. He clenched his jaw at the stinging sensation and you noticed him tense up. "What's it like? Being a ranger?" You asked. "For the most part normal. It's like being a guard but instead of waiting at a gate I watch the lands." He said. "is it exciting?" You asked, grabbing a blend of healing herbs from the small table behind you. "It can be." He answered. "Have you ever actually passed through here before?" You asked. "Once or twice. I usually avoid the major cities. I'm not very... Social." He said. You weren't surprised considering he was alone when you found him.

"does it ever get lonely? Being alone all the time?" You asked. He pondered. There were very few times he actually felt alone on his journeys. But as time was beginning to pass he actually was feeling more and more alone. "It can be." He admitted. You nodded and lightly applied the herbal blend. He winced and you looked up. "Sorry" you apologized. "you're helping me, it's fine. Just stings." He muttered. You noticed a few extra open cuts on his arm. "Were you aware of the injuries on your arms?" You asked. "Oh. No, actually I was not." He said.

You walked around and kneeled, rolling his pants leg up and cleaning the gash on his leg. "You're good at this." He said. "I have a knack for falling out of trees." You joked making him chuckle. You continued in silence for the most part, Aragorn watching your small yet careful hands work. Now that the light of the moon was filling the room and you weren't wearing a cloak he saw the necklace that rested around your neck. You definitely weren't joking about your status.

"That's quite a jewel." He said. You looked down. "My sister has one as well." You said. "Right. I remember." He nodded. "When did you meet Arwen?" You asked. "I--" "Strider?" Your sister's voice said. You looked over and stood up. "Hello." Aragorn said. You pulled away from him and cleared your throat. "You're injured?" She asked. "Just a incident with my horse." He said. "Father wants to speak with you Y/n. He's not happy." Arwen said. "Of course he isn't, I've returned." You said sarcastically. "Y/n he loves you, you know that." She said. "I know. He just has a funny way of showing it." You muttered before leaving.

"she has a spark." Aragorn said, pulling his pant leg back down and pulling shirt back on. "She will make a brilliant leader one day." Arwen said with a smile as she looked at you from the window. "I agree." He said. "Talked to her for a while, hmm?" Arwen asked, a small amused smirk playing to her lips. "What are you implying?" Aragorn asked. "Nothing. Nothing at all." She said before leaving Aragorn alone. He watched you talk to Elrond in the square. You seemed bored by the conversation and he seemed upset. He read your lips, gathering that you were speaking Sindarin rather than native tongue Westron. You however definitely mentioned you bringing Aragorn there because Elrond nodded before walking away.

Aragorn sat back down, looking over at his pack. Your cloak was neatly folded and with his things. "Are you this... 'Strider' my daughter has mentioned?" Elrond asked. "Yes. I am." He said, pulling his cloak that was also neatly folded with the rest of his things. "I have a proposition for you." Elrond said, closing the door behind him. Aragorn halted and looked over. "A proposition?" Aragorn asked. "Yes." Elrond responded.

"My daughter, in case she hasn't told you, has gotten into the habit of leaving Rivendell with no warning. She's done this for about seventy years now, and I have no idea where she goes or if she's even safe. My proposition is that you return here once a month for a few days and take her to wherever you go. In return of this I will give you equipment, food, bed and my daughter can provide you with protection." Elrond said. "Why are you entrusting me with something so precious as your daughter?" Aragorn asked. A valid question indeed considering there are literal tales of what happens when you try anything with one of Elrond's children.

"Because unlike my daughter I know exactly who you are." He said simply. Those words seemed to pierce through Aragorn. "Aragorn." Elrond added making Aragorn swallow down his own anxiety. He sighed and looked over through the window seeing you. You were talking to Arwen now, laughing. A lot more relaxed than when Elrond was speaking with you. "Once a month?" Aragorn asked. "Once a month." Elrond repeated. "Fine. But I get a new horse." He sighed. "You will have a fine steed. Tell Y/n she's leaving. The girl might just fall over from excitement." Elrond said. "Now?" Aragorn asked. "It can be in the morning. Either way I'd still alert her so she actually has what she needs." Elrond said leaving.

Aragorn sighed, sliding on his boots and walking down. You looked over and seemed to cock your head in confusion. "You survived a conversation with my father I see!" You said making Arwen roll her eyes. "Actually we made a deal." He said. "a deal? Do tell." You said with this confused look. "You are to come with me once a month and we will travel to whatever destination is needed. In return I expect your assistance when I need it and equipment whenever I am here." He explained. "By the Valar, my father has actually listened to me!" You gaped. "We leave in the morning." He said. You nodded. "I have one rule though." You said. Oh joy. More add ons.

"No one tells me what to do if I do not want to do it. If you're making me do something you best have a damn reason. Do not look at me as some princess either. I am your equal. nothing more. Nothing less." You said. He nodded. "More than fair." Aragorn said. "I'll pack my bag." You said leaving. Arwen looked at him. "So my father has entrusted you with Y/n... Curious." She muttered. "Do you believe I am not to be trusted?" Aragorn asked. "I never said that. I just think you might see Y/n as something different from what you expect." She said. "I asked you earlier and received little to no answer so I will try again. What are you implying?" Aragorn asked.

"Did you know foresight runs through most elves?" Arwen asked. "I was aware of this to a degree." Aragorn sighed, figuring she chose to ignore his question. "I've seen you. You and Y/n." She said. Aragorn blinked. "You will come to love her. She will love you as well. She will change your life and you will change hers." Arwen stated. "You're saying you believe that I find her attractive?" Aragorn asked. "I never said that either. I said you will love her. I never specified in what way that may be." She said.

You and him hmm?

Maybe he'd just have to see if Arwen is right.

[myhockeyworld87]

#37 with Jamie O but it's during game 7 of the Stanley Cup :D

So I got a bit carried away with this one because I really loved the idea. Thanks anon

The timing of your pregnancy couldn’t have been worse. If this would’ve been last year or the year before, hell if it would’ve been ten years ago; you would’ve been fine, but this year the Stars were in the Stanley Cup playoffs. Jamie was freaking out about leaving for the away games, completely afraid you’d go into labor, which thankfully you didn’t. You weren’t allowed to fly, so you would sit at home during games three, four and six, with a pint of ice cream and yell at the television. When they lost game six, pushing the series to a game seven you thought you were going to lose your mind. You’d been so torn, wanting Jamie and the guys to win, but then also selfishly not wanting them to win because you couldn’t be there.

It was the morning of game seven and you’d been to the doctor’s office in the morning. He assured you, that you could go into labor at any day now. Before you walked into the house, you had a little chat with the baby. “Ok little one, you’ve got to stay inside until daddy wins the cup, that’s all I’m asking.” The baby kicked in response, well probably not response since you seemed to be getting kidney shots regularly, but you liked to believe that your baby somehow heard you.

 “How’d the doctor’s appointment go?” Jamie asked as he got up from his nap.

 “Good, I’m only dilated a centimeter still, so the doctor said it could be a day or a week. Just gotta hang in there and wait till this one's ready.” You tried to downplay everything so that Jamie wouldn’t worry when his mind should be on the game.

 “Well that sounds good, but maybe you shouldn’t go to the game tonight.”

 “What why?” Jamie’s family was already here and you’d all made plans to go together. Whatever the turn out of this game seven was, you knew Jamie would need you.

 “Well just in case babe. It’s best to be safe.”

 “Jamie, we’ll be fine.”

 “Well you have all the numbers, if you start into labor at any time, you better call and have them take me off the ice.” You already knew that if that happened you wouldn’t be doing that, but Jamie didn’t need to know that.

 “I do, but baby and I are going to be cheering for you at the game tonight and we plan on seeing you win. Now go grab a shower, you’ve got to be at the arena soon.” He got out of bed, taking you in his arms and kissing you, before heading off to get ready.

 You were in the kitchen with his mom, the two of you whipping up something to eat when Jamie was finally ready. His head came down on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you and baby. “Mom, promise me you’ll call me if (Y/N) goes into labor?”

 His mom, god love her, backed you up. “Relax Jamie, (Y/N) is going to be fine. And if, and I mean if, she goes into labor, I will rush her to the hospital and call you on the way.”

 “Ok.” He snuck a few fries off your plate.

 “Jame, we’re fine. Now go, and get us a win, because I plan on drinking champagne out of that cup once this one’s out of me.” You turned in his arms and planted a good luck kiss on his lips. “I love you, babe.”

 “I love you (Y/N).” He leaned down and placed a kiss on your bump. “I love you too little one, stay in there.” With that, he headed out the door.

 Game seven had to be the most stressful thing you ever lived through. No one scored in the first period and your heart was literally in your throat every play. When Tampa Bay scored the first goal in the second, you felt sick to your stomach. The Stars seemed like they couldn’t buy a goal, the puck hit the post or the crossbar, anything but the back of the net. Thankfully only twenty-two seconds into the third Guri finally tied the game up. Everyone in the arena went wild, including you. You thought you felt a little twinge with the baby, but when it didn’t happen again you dusted it off. As time ticked down, it seemed that the game was really going to go into overtime. Jamie was playing an awesome game defensively blocking shots and making checks left and right. There were only two minutes left in the game when Rads got a breakaway pass from Jamie and sprinted down the ice to put the Stars ahead. They were going to win, they were really going to do it.

 You had chills running up and down your arms as the second ticked away. All the guys on the bench were on their feet along with all the fans. Jamie was on the last shift, and you could feel every nerve on your body on edge. When the buzzer sounded, the crowd went wild, and all the players jumped out on the ice, piling on each other with so much joy. You were hugging Jamie’s mom, then his dad and his sister. There were tears of joy streaming down your face. Jamie had done it, he’d won the Stanley Cup. Everyone in the family section made their way down to the ice and you waited patiently until you could see your husband, bouncing on the balls of your feet with so much happiness.

 Finally, after all the ceremonial stuff they let you all out on the ice. You could see your extremely tall husband searching the crowd for you. As soon as he found you, he made a beeline in your direction. “We did it baby.” He exclaimed lifting you up. When he finally put you down, that when you felt it. Your legs felt warm, from your water breaking and then a contraction hit. Jamie had no idea until you said. “Oh my god, I’m going into labor. What do we do now?”

 “You’re what?”

 “My water just broke. I think I’m in labor Jame.” A strong contraction hit you then and you grimaced in pain. “Yep, it’s definitely labor.”

 His family had just reached the two of you then. “Mom, (Y/N)’s in labor, we gotta go.” He lifted you up then, not thinking about anything but getting out of the arena. He pushed passed all his teammates and their families to get you into the locker room. Chubbs the only one stopping him to see what was wrong. “My wife’s in labor, man.”

 “Holy shit, Rig. What do you need?”

 “Just to get her to the hospital.” You were already halfway down the ramp when Jamie answered him. Jamie tore his skates and pads off, not caring that there was media everywhere in the locker room, and soon the two of you were headed to the hospital.

 By the time you got settled into your room, you were dilated ten centimeters. The doctor chuckled as he came in to deliver the baby. “Big night for you two huh?”

 “Yeah,” Jamie breathed out as he was wearing sweats and his Stanley Cup Championship t-shirt. “You’re doing great babe, keep breathing.”

 “Alright (Y/N) time to push.” The doctor’s voice interrupted. It took you a good five or six tries before, the doctor finally said. “That’s it, I see the head. Just one more big push, ok?”

 You nodded, as Jamie wiped the sweat off your forehead. “Come, babe, you can do this. Just one more.” You looked into his eyes and took a deep breath, then pushed with everything you had in you.

 “That’s it.” The doctor encouraged and soon you heard the soft little wails of your newborn. “It’s a boy. You want to cut the cord dad?”

 “Yeah…a yeah, I do.” Jamie stuttered out, in as much awe as you were that you had a little boy. The doctor clamped off the cord, then handed a pair of scissor-like instrument to Jamie, who’s hands were trembling. When he was done, he came back up to you while you waited patiently to see your little boy. “You did it, babe, we have a boy.” There were tears in his eyes, as he leaned down to gently place a kiss on your lips.

 It took a minute, but soon the nurse was handing off your little one to you. “Oh my god, Jamie, he’s perfect.” Jamie was sitting on the bed beside you now, leaning close to see the baby.

 “Yeah (Y/N), he really is.” There were more tears now. “Thank you, thank you so much for giving me the best thing in my life, you and this guy.”

 Tears were running down your face, and you lifted the baby up so Jamie could hold him. He looked so tiny in Jamie’s big arms, and you couldn’t take your eyes off your boys. A knock on the door, had you both looking over to find not only Jamie’s family but a couple of the guys from the team as well. Jamie Benn carrying the Stanley Cup inside.

 “Thought we’d bring the cup to the newest member of the Star’s team.” Your heart swelled as you saw the smile on your husband’s face. “Welcome to the family Baby Rig.” Your husband placed the baby in the cup, and everyone went crazy, causing your newborn to cry.

 “I think this little guy wants his mommy.” He handed the baby back. “This is literally the best day of my life.” He whispered for your ears only.

 “Me too Jame, me too.”

[akechicrimes]

7 or 71 for either shuake or yukamitsu [big eye emojis]

7. “I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere.”

On Goro’s thirty-fourth birthday at ten-thirty in the morning, Akira calls him at work and says, “Happy birthday, dear. I just got hit by a car, and I need to know what color bike you want.”

*

On Goro’s thirty-fourth birthday at ten-thirty in the morning, Akira calls him at work (which Goro dubiously eyeballs for a whole four seconds before picking up) and says, “Happy birthday, dear. I just got hit by a car, and I need to know what color bike you want.”

Well, neither Goro nor Akira own a car for Akira to drive, so that means Akira got hit on foot. Goro is very calm, and has no immediate panic response to that, because he’s a rational and responsible adult. “Are you dead?” Goro asks.

“Probably not.”

“And is there a reason you’re calling me instead of the ambulance?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I think I have a bruise on one of my legs, if that counts. But I was riding your bike when it happened, so the bike got totaled, so, you know. They’ve got the same model you had, but there’s tons of new colors, if you want pictures.”

Goro takes a very long, very deep breath. Goro is very, extremely calm. “Anything is fine,” he says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, hundred percent. I even landed on my feet; you should’ve seen it.”

“You should go to the ER anyway,” says Goro, in a voice that is truly the epitome of calm.

“I mean, I guess I could, but that seems like a waste of time. And I don’t want to just leave your bike in the middle of the road.”

“Throw it away if it’s wrecked, then.”

“But it deserves a proper send-off.”

“You’re doing this to me on my birthday, Kurusu.”

“I’ll go to the ER if you go with me,” says Akira hopefully, who is a perennially bad influence who is of the opinion that Goro should have just said he’d be ‘working from home’ and spent the day with him.

Goro takes a look at his calendar, tallies up how many meeting he’d have to reschedule, and waits a whole five seconds before he lets himself say, “Fine,” because Akira just said that he’s fine and Goro isn’t upset and everything is so calm that Goro can wait five seconds before agreeing to leave work. “I’ll see you at Leblanc.”

“Wait, wait, which color for the bike? They’ve got green, blue, a red, a kind of fun rose-gold thing, which is a bit excessive considering it’s a bike, and teal, and a kind of blue and orange Naruto-y thing…”

“Anything is fine.” Goro stops. “Except the last one.”

“Red it is! See you in a bit.”

“Don’t ride that bike back to Leblanc,” says Goro, as if lightning might strike twice on the same day on the same man riding the same model bike of the same color, but Akira’s already hung up. Goro speed-drafts a rescheduling email, copy-pastes it to four different people, and then sprints out the office door without even a goodbye to his coworkers.

*

Friday, 11:16 AM

FUTABA: hey

FUTABA: hey goro

FUTABA: hey gorororororororororo

FUTABA: HEY MR AKECHI KURUSU

GORO: If it’s about the traffic accident, I heard about it.

GORO: I’m going back to Leblanc now.

FUTABA: no it’s smthg else

FUTABA: well it is about the accident but i got smthg else for u

FUTABA sent MOV19.mp4

FUTABA: ripped this from the traffic cam

GORO: Is this footage of the accident?

FUTABA: yeehaw

GORO: …Thank you for the offer, but I don’t know if I want to see this.

FUTABA: ok i hear u but i promise it’s hilarious

FUTABA: and also u might feel better if u see it

FUTABA: like idk what he told u on the phone but like

FUTABA: look the car even slowed down at the intersection

FUTABA: the dude was obeying traffic laws and everything he was doing something like ten under the speed limit

FUTABA: the car ENTIRELY missed akira

FUTABA: got the bike full on

FUTABA: and then he just rolls up across the hood and up the windshield like a looney toon

FUTABA: rip ur bike tho it just goes cronch

FUTABA: instant pretzel

FUTABA: ty bichael for ur sacrifice

FUTABA: also idk i figured you

FUTABA: might wanna see for urself that he’s okay

FUTABA: like u can see him stand up at the end and he’s not even confused or anything he’s super duper ok

FUTABA: he’s not bullshitting u over the phone and pretending he’s ok when he’s not ok

FUTABA: u know how he does lmao

GORO: …Huh.

GORO: He really did land on his feet for a whole second there, didn’t he?

FUTABA: yeah like a cat

FUTABA: it’s nuts tbh

FUTABA: and then he remembers he’s a human and falls on his ass LMAO

FUTABA: show it to morgana i want his professional kitty cat opinion on the matter

FUTABA: rate akira’s near death experience

FUTABA: also the driver was v nice and v apologetic and he gave akira his insurance

FUTABA: but i have his home address and work address and phone number and the name of his dog if you want it

GORO: Just the insurance will be fine.

FUTABA: kk

GORO: …And thanks for sending the video.

GORO: Even though I already knew he was fine.

FUTABA: you know those like

FUTABA: itty bitty teeny weeny micro dogs

FUTABA: that are like four and a half pounds

FUTABA: but they think they can take any mfer on the block out of sheer will alone

FUTABA: and theyve always got their eyeballs bulging out and they pick fights with 70 pound dogs

FUTABA: and they have only two emotions which are rage and anxiety and they shake constantly because theyre only four pounds and they have So Much Emotion and nowhere to put it so they vibrate at the speed of sound

GORO: Is this a metaphor about me.

FUTABA: it’s a metaphor about you

FUTABA: because i can hear your shaky angry anxious four pound vibrating all the way from the other side of tokyo

GORO: You are the smallest, angriest, most anxious person I know, who regularly picks fights with international hacking organizations and billion-dollar companies.

GORO: And I, somehow, am the angry shaky dog.

FUTABA: your husband got hit by a car on ur birthday

GORO: I know that.

GORO: I do not need to be reminded.

FUTABA: ah yeah

FUTABA: sorry

GORO: He’s fine.

GORO: He said he’s fine.

GORO: And from this footage, he’s more than fine.

FUTABA: he is super double extra fine with a side of fine

GORO: Unless this footage was in any way edited.

GORO: And unless he was faking his call, somehow.

GORO: In which case, I’m going to walk into Leblanc and find out that he was just pretending to be okay so he could hear my voice one last time and Leblanc will be swarming with police officers to break the news the newly bereaved.

GORO: But that’s not going to happen.

GORO: Because Akira is fine, and I’m perfectly fine.

FUTABA: im rly glad to hear my man

GORO: This footage isn’t edited, is it.

FUTABA: no

GORO: Are you very sure?

GORO: Videos are easily modified.

GORO: Would you even know if it was edited?

FUTABA: yes im a literal wizard of course i would know

FUTABA: where are u even getting this idea from

GORO: The entire series of events is unrealistic, isn’t it?

GORO: You said yourself that it was almost like something out of a cartoon.

GORO: The likelihood that someone gets hit by a car and comes out of it entirely no worse for wear is practically ridiculous.

FUTABA: i ripped that film straight from the cam it is entirely unedited

GORO: But how can you be sure? Did you see him in live camera?

FUTABA: i mean no but he texted me

GORO: What if that was his dying text.

FUTABA: i rly dont know if his dying text would have been the “i lived bitch” meme with the cat filter

FUTABA: he’s fine dude

FUTABA: that’s why i sent you the video

GORO: I KNOW he’s fine.

GORO: I’m asking if there’s any solid evidence.

FUTABA: THE VIDEO

GORO: I’m going to call him. Brb

FUTABA: so what he can tell you he’s fine AGAIN and you’ll be like

FUTABA: “oh but what if it was secretly a pod person who stole his body after he died tragically after calling me one last time to hear my voice”

FUTABA: he is FINE

FUTABA: like go ahead and call him if u want but

FUTABA: the only person who was gonna edit that footage was me

FUTABA: and if he were dead i would not be functioning enough to be doing any kinda photoshop like that

FUTABA: let alone LIE to you jesus christ!!!!!

FUTABA: god

FUTABA: i pronounce you King Shaky Dog

FUTABA: the tiniest and angriest and shakiest and most anxious four pound goblin

FUTABA: i will reclaim my title tomorrow

FUTABA: for now it’s my birthday gift to you

FUTABA: the title of Shaky Dog allows you to go absolutely apeshit and nobody will judge you

GORO: You know I hate birthday presents.

FUTABA: did you call akira

GORO: I hate birthday presents so much that I will be refusing my title as King Shaky Dog and will henceforth not be going ape shit.

FUTABA: ok so

FUTABA: i didnt mean to

FUTABA: get snippy with you or anything

GORO: It’s fine.

GORO: I wasn’t… exactly polite, myself.

GORO: So.

FUTABA: um

FUTABA: you really can call him if you want

FUTABA: there’s nothing wrong with that

FUTABA: between u and me……………………. i definitely did that more than once for a lot lesser reasons than someone getting hit by a car

GORO: My stop is in less than thirty seconds.

GORO: I will probably live.

FUTABA: lmao ok well

FUTABA: if u change ur mind about losing ur shit then please know i gave u that footage in the first place because i think if something like that happened to MY partner i would mcfreakin lose it

FUTABA: speaking of her

FUTABA: sumi says happy birth btw

FUTABA: but cuter because u know how she is

FUTABA: “happy birthday crow-senpai~~~~~~~~” in her shy voice that makes u wanna die

FUTABA: ofoogofhghhfoghfhhghfh g gh SUMI ur so cute ilysm

GORO: Tell her I said thanks.

GORO: And stop telling me how much you love her and use the ring you made me go ring shopping with you for.

FUTABA: HHHHH

FUTABA: im being cyberbullied for being a cowardly lesbian

GORO: I’m at my stop, by the way, so I’m going offline.

FUTABA: which tbh i probably deserve

FUTABA: oh kk see u

FUTABA: watch the video again mr shaky dog

FUTABA: akira is fine

FUTABA: everyone is alive

FUTABA: you are one year older

FUTABA: happy birthday goro

*

The bike is totaled.

Akira isn’t the sort of person to dump a piece of trash right in front of Leblanc, but it’s hard to miss sticking out of the nearby public trash bin. The back wheel has exploded into serrated wheel-spokes and limb rubber bits that Akira’s shoved into the trash as best as he could. The body of the bike is crushed in on itself, exposing its sharp hollow innards; the handlebars resemble a badly-tied knot. The front wheel is left to stick up and out, creaking gently, spinning overhead from half a hinge like a head not quite fully severed.

The cafe is empty except for its usual barista who, of course, is a very normal and mild-mannered barista, who has nothing to do with the several hundred millions worth of dollars of repatriated art hiding in the attic en route back to South Korea. That would be illegal, of course, and Akira Kurusu-Akechi has never once in his life done anything illegal in the name of what’s morally right. “Welcome back, dear,” says Akira, and hangs up a coffee mug to dry, and it’s so normal that Goro is convinced that either he’s experiencing yesterday, or maybe he’s re-experiencing the year 2016 all over again, or maybe Akira really is dead and this is just his ghost.

Goro sits in his usual spot at the bar. Same chair, sixteen years later. Unbelievable. Maybe Goro’s giving him a little bit of a dumbfounded look, because Akira tilts his head, leans across the bar, and pecks Goro on the cheek.

“Where’s Sakura?” Goro asks.

“Having his midday old man nap. So,” says Akira, looking pleased with himself, “either we can close Leblanc for an hour and raid the kitchen and make lunch, or we can close Leblanc and go out and have a fancy lunch. Your choice because I already made dinner reservations and we’re doing those no matter what.”

Goro really means to give him an answer, because Akira really does love Goro’s birthday every year and never fails to pick someplace nice for the day, but instead what comes out of his mouth is: “Did you ride the new bike back home?”

“Yeah, I did. Figured I might as well take it for a test drive. It’s a good bike.”

“Why didn’t you take the subway?” Goro says sharply.

“Didn’t have my card.”

“You just rode the bike all the way across Tokyo?”

“It wasn’t all the way across Tokyo, just a bit away and back… Goro?”

Ah, Goro’s going to become one of those people who has a meltdown any time their loved one gets on a plane or a train or ksomething else associated with heebie-jeebie nonsense magical thinking. Great. Fantastic. God dammit.

“Do you really want me to go to the ER?” Akira asks eventually.

Goro really wants Akira to have never gotten hit in the first place, but people don’t get what they want and sometimes the universe decides to send one bad fucking driver through a red light and take away Akira’s entire life in a split second—one mistake, a coincidence at the wrong place and time, and the boy who fought God and won is a smear of bones on the pavement.

This would be different if it were sixteen years ago, and Goro had the power to bend people’s minds in half until they broke, or dive into the deepest, bloodiest parts of the collective psyche and pummel the worst of them to a pulp—but what’s he going to do here? Lambast a guy who was going ten miles under the speed limit and just wasn’t looking the right way? Is he going to summon a new Persona from his soul and undo time itself?

Can he do anything if the universe decides, one day, that Akira’s time on this earth is up? He spent all those years desperate for power, and then abusing that power, and then desperately guilty for having abused that power, and then desperately trying to get up that power, and now here he is with the power to do jack shit when his husband almost gets run over and if the Metaverse were still around he swears he would have carved Loki from his own soul out of sheer fury alone—

“No,” says Goro sharply, and stands up. “It’s nothing. I’m not hungry, and I’m going for a walk. Please don’t text me unless it’s an emergency.”

“What—hey! Goro, wait, wait—”

“I’m getting some fresh air!”

Akira’s scrambling to get out from behind the bar. “Didn’t you just get here—?”

Goro spins around and points a finger at Akira like it’s his fault: “You were the one,” he snarls, “who promised, when we got married, that we’d always be together. And now you get hit on a bike, and then stand up like it’s nothing and—and get on another bike and go cycling around the exact same streets where you got hit—? Aren’t you scared? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Akira falls silent. “I didn’t go back to the same intersection,” he says at last.

Goro can’t take this. “I’m taking a walk.”

“Wait wait wait, Goro, just—” Akira grabs Goro’s hand and Goro has the sudden urge to yank his arm away, but Akira’s hand is also incredibly real, just like it felt this morning and yesterday and the day before that and all the days Goro ever took Akira’s living, breathing body for granted. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. He was going, I dunno, twenty miles per hour at most. It was an intersection. He’d slowed down beforehand and everything, and I didn’t even get hurt on the fall.”

Right, because Goro’s the one who’s just freaking out for no reason. Right. Okay. Because that’s how he is, isn’t he, always being dramatic over little things. Right. Of course. This is fine.

When Goro doesn’t turn around, Akira moves around to the front to look him in the eye. “Sorry if I made you worry,” says Akira. “But it was really nothing at all.”

“Maybe it was nothing this time,” says Goro forcefully. “But what about the next time—the next car—the next time you borrow my bike? What about tomorrow? Or the day after that? Literally any one of the hundreds and hundreds of days coming up where you could easily die just as easily as you died today.”

“Then I’ll escape death hundreds and hundreds of times,” says Akira.

Goro scoffs.

“I mean it. I was a Phantom Thief, wasn’t I? I escaped death more than once. Did it again today. I’ll do it as many times as it takes until we’re both old and grey.” Akira takes Goro’s hand, but it’s Goro who laces their fingers together.

“Sometimes it doesn’t work that way,” says Goro, like a bad echo of his ten-year-old self, trying to figure out what kind of world would let his mother die.

“I’m just keeping my promise,” says Akira. “I told you that I’d never leave you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sometimes that’s not your decision to make.”

“It is and I’ve decided I’m immortal until you die.”

Goro scoffs. “Don’t be arrogant.”

“Is it being arrogant? I didn’t let death steal you away from me. I’m not letting it steal me away from you, either.”

“Sometimes…” Goro begins.

“'Sometimes’ what?”

'Sometimes’ what?

Sometimes things get worse. People die early, and unfulfilled; they streak through the sky in a blaze and then wink out, without even a burst of fire to show for it. Sometimes nobody gets a say in what happens, and plans don’t pan out, and wishes aren’t granted, and everything happens for no good reason and no good end.

Today, Goro Akechi-Kurusu is thirty-four years old, about sixteen years older than he ever figured he was going to be. He has a career in a non-profit for maladjusted youth getting reacclimated to school systems and preparing for college, instead of the career in law he figured he’d have if he actually lived that long. He doesn’t just have one friend, but multiple friends. He has, unbelievably, a husband, which honestly still floors him to this day, considering that he was and maybe still is convinced that marriage is a scam devised by asshole men like his father to manipulate young women into a false sense of security. The other day, Akira mentioned that he wanted to get a cat to keep Morgana company, maybe in a few years when they moved into a pet-friendly apartment, and in Goro’s head, it made sense that they would both be alive and together entire years in the future for them to get a cat.

Today is already an impossible day, isn’t it?

“Sometimes,” says Goro flatly, “you say ridiculous things, and I think that you could actually pull it off.”

Akira grins. Akira leans in for their regular greeting kiss when one of them comes home, but this time, Goro closes his eyes, leans into it, really tries to memorize the feel of Akira’s lips on his. Every line and scar on his hands, the odd ends of his fingernails, that familiar way he waits for four beats, then takes a breath through his nose and kisses Goro again, and never can quite seem to avoid kissing him more on the bottom lip than the top. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” he says plainly not three inches from Goro’s face. “It’s bad form to leave a calling card and never show up.”

Goro smiles. “Then I won’t let you break your word.”

When Akira pulls away, he kisses the back of Goro’s hand, like a proper gentleman thief of old. “Happy birthday, dear,” he says, and surprisingly, despite the way this awful day started off, Goro thinks that Akira might be able to pull that promise off, too.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are Weird: Professional Criminals

For all the magnificence alien species held over humanity, from their technology to their way of life, they never full grasped the idea of organized criminals. The very concept alone seemed as foreign and alien to them as the humans were.�� This was to say that they did not have the concept of crime, but the scope of it was drastically reduced to individuals breaking the law for emotionally driven reasons rather than a sound minded choice.  Because aliens did not fully understand it they initially did not consider it a threat to their governments or way of life....a fact which many unsavory humans were all to ample to take advantage of and carve out their criminal empires....... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On the planet Karkoga, the capital city’s work shift was ending and the Karkogan people were all heading home. They were roughly humanoid in shape with the exception of their dirty orange colored skin and spiky heads that gave them the appearance of a pincushion head.  The workers all went on their way back home filled with the idea of relaxation before the next work shift began, giving the masses a near celebratory air. Well, with the exception of one young Karkogan who made the mistake of being caught dealing the drug “Galaxy Dust” by the local police force known as the “Magistrates”.   Molby was lifted up by the magistrate and shoved against the wall, his legs dangling below him and bouncing off the wall as he struggled in the magistrate’s grip.  “Think you can push that galaxy dust crap in my neighborhood do ya kid!?” The magistrate shoved Molby against the wall again with greater force making his back feel like it was about to snap.  “There, there, there must be some mistake magistrate!” Molby coughed up.   That earned him another shove much harder than the previous and Molby felt the air violently escape from his lungs leaving him gasping.  “The only mistake here was your whore mother not leaving you out to die in the street for being a good for nothing!” The Magistrate threw him across the alley way and into some rubbish receptacles causing the contents to go flying.  Molby tried to rise but felt a foot kick him back down to his knees. All he could do was look up at the Magistrate pulling out his shock baton and power it up. He braced himself for the inevitable pain when a voice came in from the end of the alley way.  “There you are! I’ve been waiting for my delivery for some time now!”     The magistrate and Molby both turned to see a figure step out of the shadows and begin walking towards them. They were wearing an expensive looking outfit judging from the quality of the materials. A black suit with matching pants with a red tie. A long brimmed hat covered their face in shadow until they stepped closer and tipped it upwards.  A human....Molby thought.  A few years back they had been discovered by the galactic community and after a few wars had been fought they had eventually signed peace agreements with the varying species of the galaxy. Ever since then they’ve been using established travel routes to spread across the galaxy to the point that nearly every planet had some form of human community on it.  The well dress figure let off a toothy grin as he continued walking towards them.  “Back off human,” the magistrate said as he turned his baton to point their way, “this is official magistrate business.” The human stopped in their place a few paces away and held up their hands. “I would never dream of it Magistrate. Number one rule for humans on Karkoga is to never interrupt  the work of a Magistrate. You make our police forces look like a bunch of children with water shooters.”  The Magistrate lowered the baton a little at the praise but still kept it pointed towards the human. “Then you humans aren’t as stupid as you seem to be. So push off then, this has nothing to do with you.”  The human continued smiling and tilted their head to the side. “I’m afraid that’s where you are wrong Magistrate. You see I’m the person this young fellow here was going to sell the galaxy dust to.” The Magistrate fully turned to face the human and glared at him. “I take back what I said earlier, your kind really are stupid to admit to a crime in front of a Magistrate.”  “Oh no no no, that’s where the confusion is from.“You see I have a rare human condition called “Nero-logic Pententious Cerebrum”. Galaxy Dust is the only known treatment for it I’m afraid.”  “Nero-La, Nero-Loc, Ner- whatever you call it!” The Magistrate stammered as he tried to pronounce it.”It’s not something I’ve heard of.” “Completely understandable Magistrate. It’s a relatively new disease that humans contract during extended space travel. Nasty business I’m afraid. My nervous system starts shutting down on me and I lose control of portions of my muscles. Some begin to expand so rapidly they burst through skin or begin contracting and tightening so much they snap bones.” The magistrate coughed for a moment and Molby thought he might actually throw up at the human’s description. “Galaxy Dust for some reason has been proven to treat the disease but it must be taken regularly.” The human slowly began reaching into their coat when the magistrate  pointed their baton at them again.  “Stop right there!” He shouted at the human. The human froze but kept smiling. “I’m just pulling out my doctors note magistr-” the human began before his arm started twitching.  “Oh no....” The human suddenly stopped smiling at looked at their twitching arm which was beginning to fidget \erratically. “No, no, no, no!” Their arm began wiping around violently and smacked the human clear in the face before his other arm grabbed it and tried to keep in under control. “I’m overdue for my treatment!” The human cried out and collapsed against the wall.  The magistrate and molby just watched in growing horror as the human began writhing around on the grown switching between sobbing, laughing, and screaming all the while flailing around.  “Well don’t just stand there!” Molby looked up at the Magistrate now clearly worried about the idea of a human dying on his watch after denying him his medicine. As strict as they were, the government did not look kindly on their magistrates that allow innocent people to die. “Give him the dust!”  Molby stood up and shambled over to the human who was now screaming their lungs out on the ground. He pulled out the pouch of dust and was about to give it to the human when they cried out “NO!!!!”  Molby tumbled backwards at the sudden outburst. “It-it--IT---...it” they stammered, struggling to speak a complete sentence. “It must be diluted! Need water! Get water!!!” They screamed at the magistrate who nodded and rapidly ran down the alley way to the street.  Molby watched the magistrate sprint away and turned to comfort the human who appeared to be in considerable pain when all of a sudden they stopped moving.  “Hey, kid. Is he gone?” Molby was unsure what to say so simply nodded.  Without warning the human stood up and brushed themselves off. “Haven’t had to run that gag in a long time, but i still got it.” The human laughed and stretched their arms and legs before wiping the last bit of grime off their shoes.  “But...how...you..?” Molby stammered as he tried to understand what was going on. “Kid we’ve got maybe five minutes before that magistrate comes back with a glass of water.” The human said as they donned their brimmed hat. “We could spend it answering your questions, or we could make our escape. Don’t know about you but I’m bugging out. Care to join me?”  Without waiting for an answer the human began sprinting down the alleyway they had come from leaving Molby alone and confused before snapping himself out of it and dashing after them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  They had sprinted for nearly twenty blocks before the human began slowing down and motioned for Molby to follow him.  They stepped into a nearby diner and took a table near the back of the room.  The two of them were still gasping for breath but somehow the human was still able to place an order for food between gasps.  The waitress left and Molby began to calm down when the human let out a long sigh. “Well, that, was exciting!” He laughed as he took off his hat and set it down on the table, running a hand through his slick black hair.  “If that’s your idea of excitement you need to get out more human.” Molby froze as he realized what he had just said and saw the dead eyed stare the human was giving him. It felt just like when the magistrate was about to beat him with the shock baton but ten times worse making his knees begin to shake.  They stared at him for what felt like an eternity before the hand that had been smoothing their hair smacked the table and they let out a laugh. “You’ve got spunk kid, I like that in a fellow criminal!”   Molby nervously laughed as well now feeling the tension of the last hour fade from his body. The human held out a hand across the table. “Name’s Jimmy.” Molby looked at it for a moment unsure what he was meant to do. “Right, you people don’t do handshakes. Gotta remember that one.”  Molby guessed it was some form of human greeting so he reached out with his hand and grasped theirs. “I’m Molby....and thanks...for, you know...” Jimmy shook Molby’s and flashed a toothy grin. “Don’t sweat it kid.”  He let go of Molby’s hand and reached into his coat and took out a small box. He held it up to his open mouth and shook it a few times before some white pellets fell out which he began munching on. It dawned on molby that this was the first time he had met an alien before yet he hardly felt like it was anything different from his day to day interactions.  Seeing the pellets Molby remembered what Jimmy had said to the magistrate and quickly pulled out the galaxy dust. “Here! For your treatment!” Jimmy coughed a few times as Molby pulled the bag of illegal drugs and shoved them back under the table and out of sight. “Jesus kid you really are dense, or is it that I’m that good of a performer?” He said as he took a gulp of water. “I don’t understand...You looked like you were in so much pain from your Nero-”. Jimmy held up a hand to stop Molby. “All acting kid. There’s no such thing as  Nero-logic Pententious Cerebrum.” “But then why did the magistrate-” He held up a hand to stop Molby. “The thing is if something sounds real enough, and you say it seriously enough, then anybody can will believe anything.” Molby looked at Jimmy with wide eyed wonder as he merely shrugged. “It’s an old trick I learned back on earth but it feels like out here it’ll get new blood. That reminds me.” He pointed at Molby getting serious. “If you run into that same magistrate again and he asks what happened just say that I told you to get me to my doctor for special treatment.”  Molby nodded and was about to say something when the waitress came back with their food. He looked on longingly as Jimmy dove in and began devouring the food and his own stomach rumbled. Without saying anything Jimmy pushed the plate between them. “Dig in kid, can’t talk business on an empty stomach.”  Molby hadn’t eaten all day and was starving so didn’t need any more invitation to dig in.  It was after several mouthfuls that Molby remembered what Jimmy had said. “What business?” He asked with a mouthful of food. Jimmy leaned back in the booth and looked at him. “How you’re going to pay me back for saving you from a beating and time in the pen for starters.”  Molby stopped eating and looked at Jimmy, the smile gone from his face. He put down the food and sat in silence. “What do you want?” Jimmy sniffed and rubbed his nose. “How about half of what you made today selling galaxy dust?”  Molby stood up from the table. “That’s crazy!” Jimmy held up his hands. “Easy kid, easy.” Molby noticed that everyone in the dinner was now staring at him so he quietly got back in his seat. “Why’s that crazy?” Jimmy remarked. Molby rocked back into his seat uncomfortably. “It’s complicated....” Jimmy sniffed again and nodded. “Going to take a wild guess here, but I wager you have no family and the only way you can make money to survive is by selling drugs; and the reason you think my offer is crazy is because whoever is selling to you charges half what you normally make, leaving you with almost nothing to survive on.”  Molby looked at him in silence. “Are humans mind readers?” “God I wish.” Jimmy chirped, “I’d make a killing in gambling dens. No  kid, it’s just a story I’m all too familiar with back on my world.” He suddenly looked like he was remembering something from his past and was ashamed of it.  The moment passed though and he was back to all business. “So if you won’t pay up how about this then.” Molby tuned in to what Jimmy had to say. “Come work for me.” It was Molby’s turn to laugh. “What makes you think I’d work for you?”  Jimmy knocked back a few more pellets and munched on them. “You’ve seen how crafty I can be and that was only the tip of the iceberg kid. Stick with me and you’ll be making more money then you know what to spend on.” Molby considered the option. It was true, he had never thought of trying to trick a magistrate before, hardly any of the other dealers he knew had even considered it. Once you were caught it was game over. But with Jimmy..... “What makes you think you can do better than me?” Molby countered. Jimmy leaned over the table and crossed his fingers together. “Because humans are no strangers of crime and we’ve practiced it for so long we’ve turned it into an art form.” There was no hint of humor in his voice Molby noted, he was being dead serious.  After a long silence of consideration. Molby nodded. “Alright, I’ll give you a try. but if you don’t add up I’m back to being a solo gig.” Jimmy smiled and stretched out his hand again and Molby took it. “Kid, you’ve just witnessed the rise of a criminal empire.” Molby didn’t understand it but he felt like it had some human significance.  “What now?”  Jimmy put some money on the table for the waitress and began to stand up. “Now, I want you to go find any other dealers you know and tell them to meet us tomorrow at the old conversion plant at the edge of town.” “What for?” Molby asked as he rose to follow Jimmy as he began walking out. “I’m going to recruit them to. We’re going to need a lot of people for this kind of operation.”  “But what if they won’t come? What if even I decide to bail and you never see me again”   Jimmy shrugged. “Tell them what I’m telling you. You pass on this you’re passing on more money than you’ve ever dreamed of. Humans are a crafty bunch. We know how to handle law officials, we know how to establish a steady supply, and most importantly we know how to make a lot of money.”  He tipped his hat to the kid and began casually walking away. “Make sure to stress the last part for them, that always works!” He waved over his shoulder and vanished into the crowd of bystanders leaving Molby standing there with dreams of wealth that he’d oddly never dreamed of before..... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Stay tuned for the next chapter of this story. Humans are Weird: Criminal Organizations*  

[belladonnabear]

Dabi X Reader X Bully Hawks

Inspired By: @yandere-love-love-love​

I loved the story Intertwined! I’m a huge fan as well! And I read some ideas that were bouncing back and forth on your account. I really liked a lot of them! Especially the one where soft Dabi comes in to rescue the reader from one of her darkest moments in life. So I was inspired to write this! You can consider this a unofficial sequel to Intertwined! Thank you yandere-love-love-love for helping inspiring me to write this! I hope you all enjoy!

WARNING: Sexual assault, Harassment, Abuse, Cursing, Angst with a happy ending!

Intertwined: https://yandere-love-love-love.tumblr.com/post/186177178656/intertwined

Artist Kadeart For The Picture Above: https://kadeart.tumblr.com/

You wake up with a heavy gasp. Tears dripping down your face and you're coughing ferociously. A queasy feeling bubbles in your stomach. Adrenaline rushing through your veins as you sprint to the bathroom. Flipping the toilet seat up and vomiting up your previous dinner. Not that you ate much to begin with. It felt never ending. Just choking out more excess from your stomach.

If it wasn't for that damn bastard, this wouldn't be happening. The nightmares, the constant feeling of being watched or the unbearable flashbacks you would get from something that reminded you of him. From a lingerie store, to a coffee shop and even cars that looked similar to the one he drove. 

Gagging over the toilet seat with tear stains on your face was how you often woke up these days. Especially after that night.

His dirty hands touching your body.

His eyes leering down at you.

That damn smirk...!

Everything was beginning to spin out of control. The worst part about it, you couldn’t do anything. The feeling of being helpless was always the last thing you felt before you passed out on the bathroom floor. What happened that night with Hawks wasn’t just a nightmare. It was torture. And you felt so small and insignificant compared to him. 

Why me?

~~

Classes began again. Every step towards the campus felt like a ball and chain around both your feet. Hawks hasn’t contacted in a week since the incident but you could feel his eyes watching you. As if testing you.

He stole pieces of your mind day by day. You felt like you were going insane. Everytime you heard about Hawks or saw a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, you heard his voice from that night.

“No- you can’t leave- I’ll make you want me! No-no-no-“

“Stop! “Stop fighting me! I’m trying to be gentle-”

“Shh, shh- I’ll make this good, I swear I’ll make this good.”

While smacked yourself in the head to try to make yourself stop remembering it. This wasn’t the time yet. Just get through the day. College can’t last forever. Once you’re out of this hellhole, he’ll be gone too....right?

That’s what you said after high school and now look where you are....

“Holy hell...” a voice whispered.

That voice sounded familiar. Turning around, you were met with the most beautiful set of eyes on you. A fairly tall, pale young man of a slim, somewhat lanky build. He has longish black hair that spikes up around his head, hanging low over his eyes, which are thin, turquoise in color, and heavily lidded. His most striking features, however, are undoubtedly the patches of gnarled, wrinkled purple skin that cover much of his lower face and neck, all the way down past his collarbone, below his eyes and on his arms and legs. 

Despite all that, you knew who that man was standing in front of you. It was Dabi. A long lost acquaintance from high school that you occasionally talked to when Hawks wasn’t making your life miserable. He tended to be a loner. Not really having any friends to talk to. His scars seemed to be the main cause for his isolation but he didn’t seem to care. 

“Oh....hey Dabi.” you quietly said.

He eyed you for a moment before saying. “Hey yourself. Didn’t know you came to this place as well.”

“Me too. Did you just transfer here recently?” you asked.

“Yeah. Meant to come here sooner but personal shit got in the way.” he grumbled looking away.

Dabi was a rebel in his teenage days. Life at home sucked. School sucked too. He was a bad boy who had done vandalism, smoking on school grounds and getting into fights. Eventually though, he mellowed out. His siblings helped him become the brother he used to be. Though he still didn’t care much for his dad, he secretly hoped that dad really was trying to change. After some police incident that scarred part of his face, he said he would take the necessary steps in order to help his family. Apparently, that included him too.

“You haven’t changed a bit. Still wearing Hot Topic clearance?” you lightly joked.

A small smile made it to his face. “Still wearing Old Navy off the rack?”

“Meanie.” you pouted.

“Short stuff.” he teased.

The air was light as the two of you talked back and forth on your way to campus. Dabi mostly teasing you and you pretending to be offended. It made you wish you got to know Dabi more. Despite that rugged exterior, a very charming man lied beneath the surface. One who helped make you laugh. It was like being released from prison after serving a long sentence.

“You still make your own little lunches?” Dabi wondered.

“Maybe, why?” you wondered.

“You’re like a junior high girl trying to impress her crush. You’re about the same height as one too!” he smirked.

“Hey! I try to maintain the best diet I can! Besides, what do you have in that bag of yours? Turkey sandwich?” you nudged him.

“Ham sandwich short stuff.” he jabbed back.

“Isn’t that cannibalism?” you giggled.

He narrowed his eyes but the humor was still glinting in them. 

“Well then, why don’t we trade lunches today? You could afford to gain some weight. A balloon could knock you over.” Dabi invited.

You felt as if a rock slammed into your stomach. You haven’t been doing well eating regularly. Skipping breakfast, having a small lunch and then some dinner. Only for most of the meal to be vomited from your mouth around midnight. 

Before you could answer him however, your eyes caught the sight of another man. One who did not like what he was seeing. It was Hawks in the parking lot eyeing you and Dabi viciously. You definitely felt like throwing up now. Dabi seemed to catch what you were staring at and turned his gaze towards the golden boy. Hawks eyes quickly shifted from distaste to calm in a few seconds. Which unerved you to no end.

“Isn’t that Hawks from high school?” he muttered mostly to himself.

“I-I-I’ll s-see you l-later Dabi.” you stammered before running off towards the building. 

Dabi wasn’t an idiot. He heard about the bullying Hawks put you through in high school. Everyone did. But no one said anything because of how influential his parents were. His dad was the Mayor of Hosu City for crying out loud! They were rich upper crusts with enough money to buy your way out of trouble. But now it seems that even after that, Hawks still didn’t leave you alone. And you sounded like a frightened child just by looking at him. It was a feeling Dabi knew all too well. Which made him loathe Hawks more now.

Speaking of the man, Hawks casually strolled over. Hands in his brown Gucci jacket, like he owned the world. But even though his face seemed friendly, deep down Dabi knew Hawks was resenting Dabi inside. Hawks smiled at him and waved casually.

“Hey there scarface, long time no see! I’m surprised you’re not locked up! Thought you got into some trouble with the law!” Hawks greeted.

He already knew where this conversation was going and Dabi didn’t like it one bit.

“Don’t you have better things to do with your time than to pester me idiot?” Dabi scoffed.

“Ouch! Harsh! Don’t worry though, I’ll make this quick for everyone’s sake!” Hawks waved off.

That’s when his face twisted into a look of hostility. Dabi stared him down though not blinking. Like hell he would let this short daddy’s boy try to make him feel puny.

“Stay the fuck away from (Y/N).” Hawks warned.

Dabi rolled his eyes. “Are you still harassing her after all these years? When will you learn to grow up?”

“My baby? No.” Hawks denied.

“Baby? She’s your girlfriend now or something? Cause from what I know about girlfriends, they don’t run away in panic when they see their supposed boyfriend.” Dabi jeered.

“We’re going through a rough patch now and I want to make sure that no one tries to take her from me while we’re figuring stuff out. I saw how cozy you two were getting.” Hawks dismissed.

Now Dabi knew something was going on. There was no way you would date Hawks. Not after the years of torment he gave you. And after all this time, he was still coming after you? This creep couldn’t take no for an answer.

Plus the way Hawks said you two were going through a “rough patch” hit closer to home. The way his father and mother had gone through their own relationship and it ended with a much needed divorce. And he was seeing those same signs repeat here.

“So stay out of our way Dabi. She’s mine.” Hawks hissed.

The man then had a friendly face as he walked to the campus whistling. Dabi could feel the anger radiating from Hawks. Like the man didn’t want anyone near you at all. Is that why you were always by yourself?

He remembered for a moment when he resented the world because of what it did to him. He got these scars from an incident beyond his control. The world couldn’t even look at him because of him. While on the outside he never cared about what they thought, he hated everyone for casting him out. He felt alone. Now it seems like you were going through your own crisis back in those days. But unlike Dabi where he slowly got better from his past, your past seems to keep coming back to you. Whatever the case, Dabi simply couldn’t help but feel like he had to help you somehow.

~~

Classes came and went like the tides. Although you hadn’t heard from him, you felt as if Hawks was eyeing you the whole time. Like he was calculating when his time would be before he striked. Like a vulpture surveying the area before it feasts on its prey.

You had just exited from the bathroom when you saw Hawks leaning on the wall. His eyes shot to yours and you felt nauseous all over again. Your hands began trembling and your eyes began watering and you couldn’t move. So Hawks moved first.

His face looked stern as he said sharply. “You’ve been avoiding me. Is there anything you want to tell me baby? I’m honestly hurt you wouldn’t come to me if you’re having a problem.”

Now you felt angry. How dare he! After everything this man put you through, he’s acting like he’s the victim in this situation!

“Stay the hell away from me Hawks! I mean it!” you snapped.

“You don’t mean it. You’re just upset about how that night went down! I know jealousy is a horrible feeling but do you honestly think that talking to that hood rat was going to mend things?” Hawks sighed.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned with a baffled expression.

Hawks leaned down towards you and your back hit the wall. You felt trapped once again. Small bits and pieces from that night flashed in your mind and your eyes felt watery.

“I mean, I get it. You wanted me to feel jealous after I slept with that girl and you didn’t know about it. So you decided to be friendly with that mongrel this morning to try to get back at me.” Hawks explained.

You honestly wanted to hit him right now. That’s why he thought you were avoiding him? Because he slept with that one girl from class after he locked you in closet and threatened you to be quiet? And after that he raped you moments after it was over! 

“You disgusting piece of shit! What the hell is wrong with you?! You honestly think that I’m mad about you sleeping with someone else?” you snarled.

His eyes looked condescending, like he was your father and you’re the teenager who was caught past curfew. It made you boil inside with absolute fury. 

“Well that is why you didn’t talk to me on the car ride home, right? You were upset with me! But don’t worry! I have blocked all her contact information and haven’t spoken to her since! So-!” Hawks began.

“Just shut up! You’re delusional! I don’t care about you Hawks! In fact, I hate your guts! You honestly want me to pretend like nothing happened! Let me say it aloud since you can’t accept it! You raped me Hawks! You locked me in your closet, had sex with her to try and make me jealous and when that didn’t work, you dragged me into your bedroom and violated me! Want to know why I’m avoiding you?! Because I can’t stand the sight of you! Even just talking to you now I can’t stop thinking about all the terrible things you did to me! I’ve been in agony this whole week because of you! No! Not just this whole week! MY WHOLE LIFE HAS BEEN RUINED BECAUSE OF YOU!” you thundered.

“(Y/N), babe! Sweetheart! Calm down!” he clamped a hand over your mouth to stop your shouting as he leaned closer to you. Pressing his body up against you as you continued to struggle. 

“You know what you just said wasn’t true! You said you loved me! Even before then you said...you said you loved me! I know you’re just going through a rough time now! Our fight has made things difficult and you can’t trust me anymore! I get it! But I’m willing to work things through! That’s what you do for the people you love! And I really do love you beautiful!” Hawks cheerfully said with dreamy look in his eyes.

You bit his hand harshly and he removed it from your mouth. You then screamed right at his face. “YOU MANIPULATED ME BASTARD! I ONLY SAID THAT BECAUSE YOU LOCKED ME IN A STORAGE CONTAINER AND WOULDN’T LET ME OUT! YOU’VE HIT ME! YOU SPREAD RUMORS ABOUT ME SO I HAD NOBODY TO RELY ON! WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT OF ALL OF THIS IF YOU CAN’T EVER LEAVE ME ALONE?!”

“Stop it! You know I had to do those things baby girl! You weren’t thinking properly! I had to take action! You’re just scared of starting a relationship!” Hawks scolded.

“THE ONLY THING I’M SCARED OF IS YOU!” you bellowed.

He once again covered your mouth but this time with his lips. He kissed you passionately. Letting his hands feel up and down your body. You tried pushing him away but he kept his arms wrapped tight around you. Like a python around its prey. Nobody was around. Most had left for lunch and you weren’t anywhere close to the cafeteria. 

You were all alone yet again with the man you despised more than anyone.

He pulled away and softly said. “Don’t worry honey. I’ll make it up to you. Say, the bathroom will work right? I’ll make you love me again!”

And just when you think you were going to faint right on the spot, a voice spoke up.

“Get your fucking hands off her.”

The two of you turned as your eyes glazed at Dabi. The man looked furiously at Hawks. Like he was pure scum that had no reason to exist. 

“The hell are you doing here?” Hawks questioned.

That’s when Dabi held up his phone. It was a video. A video that played the conversation the two of you were just having. Starting from when you said.

“Stay the hell away from me Hawks! I mean it!”

And ending with the chilling finale.

“I’ll make you love me again!”

You pushed Hawks away and he stumbled back into the middle of the hallway. Dabi then motioned for you to come over to him. Which you did without a second of hesitation. You hid behind him gripping on the back of his black jacket. You whispered quietly to him.

“How did you find us?”

“I wanted to have lunch with you.” Dabi smiled reassuringly.

Then his eyes went back to Hawks but with a resentful look. Hawks still looked frozen on the spot. The video had really put the egotistical man child in his place. He knew deep down if that video got out, it was all over for him. His name would be ruined, his family would be ashamed, they would cast him out as a disgrace to the family, he would lose his scholarship, never get his diploma and would living out on the streets. Without his parents money, he would have nothing.

And Dabi knew it too. While Hawks was keeping his eyes on you, he never noticed Dabi keeping his focus on the degenerate. After seeing you and Hawks alone in the hallway, he realized that something was about to happen. So just in case, he filmed the entire ordeal from around the stairs. Quietly making sure you wouldn’t hear him or see him. What he caught made him want to beat the living shit out of Hawks. The claims you made against Hawks were vile. In Dabi’s own opinion, Hawks shouldn’t be allowed to be anywhere on Earth, let alone the victim he’s been tormenting for so long.

And if you were too scared to do anything about it, Dabi would stand up for you. He knew the pain of being abused and pushed around till you feel like dying. Someone as kind as you didn’t deserve this. 

“So here’s how it’s going to go champ.” Dabi glared at him head on. “You go anywhere near (Y/N), me or our families: I release this video everywhere. Twitter, YouTube, Instagram, Facebook or hell even MySpace. All these websites will have it. I’ll even tag the university and your parents too. Just think about it. Hosu City’s mayor has a pathetic excuse of a son like you! I couldn’t imagine the reaction the public would get!”

Hawk’s eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t.”

“I fucking would.” Dabi confirmed.

You looked at the two men nervously. Both were giving each other such hateful looks. Hawks was shaking in pure rage. Like he was holding back everything he has from killing Dabi right here. Dabi looked at him smugly. He knew he had the ace in the hole. And so did you.

“So what’s it going to be? You have three seconds to decide. Going once....going twice....going-.” Dabi started counting.

“Wait!” Hawks shouted.

You were all in silence. Hawks breathing became heavy.  As he stared at you in desperation. It made you sick.

“Love, please....please don’t do this to me. I need you.” Hawks pleaded.

It was pathetic.  He knew he was losing everything. This video was the end of his fantasies and desires. His crush on you from middle school is finally coming to an end. It should have ended long ago but the demented man refused to ever accept that.

“Leave me the hell alone Hawks. And this time, never come back.” you snapped.

“She’s made up her mind. Now get the fuck outta here.” Dabi warned.

Hawks gave you one last look. A heart wrenching look that might have anyone else feel guilty or have a second thought. But not this time. You were done being his prisoner. It was time to finish the chapter to this story.

You looked away from him and hid behind Dabi. Closing your eyes and gripping onto the man tight. You were refusing to allow Hawks to even look at you. You could hear a pained whine come from the blonde but eventually he walked the opposite way of where you and Dabi were standing. The sound of doors slamming finally made you open your eyes. 

“He’s gone now.” Dabi softly said.

That’s when you took a deep breath and realized you were holding it in for so long. Afraid Hawks would do something rash that would result in you and Dabi getting hurt.

Eventually, you sunk onto the floor. Breathing in and out heavily while on your knees. Warm arms wrapped around you as Dabi stroked your hair. He shushed you quietly and murmured.

“It’s okay now. He’s gone. He’s not coming back.”

Eventually, you began crying. It was all too much. These last few minutes were overwhelming and you felt like you needed to let it all out. Tears of horror dripped down when you almost realized how close you were to reliving that night again right here on campus. Sobs of disgust after everything Hawks had done to you and was going to do to you. And small hiccups of relief when you realized it was over. It was finally over!

Eventually, your cries were silent. Wet cheeks covered your face. No doubt smearing any makeup you had on you. But you stared at Dabi in the eyes. In his wonderful sapphire eyes and whispered with a shaky voice. 

“T-T-Thank y-you D-Dabi. Tha-Thank y-y-y-you!”

Your arms wrapped around him as well. You just needed to hold him after everything that has happened. Dabi rocked you back and forth as you slowly began calming down. He then spoke up after a moment.

“I wasn’t going to send the video out to the internet. It was just a threat.” Dabi clarified.

You looked up at him as he continued. “Didn’t want you to experience everyone knowing about you from that one video or something. You shouldn’t have one of your trauma’s posted out to the internet for everyone to see. However, this video can be showed to the police or heck even get you a restraining order. Either way, I wasn’t going to humiliate you for the whole world to see. Just needed show the bastard that I wasn’t going to allow you to get hurt anymore.”

You smiled at him. “D-Dabi, that means a lot to me. Thank you...”

“I’m sorry I was watching by quietly (Y/N). My gut was telling me the slimy little bitch was going to do something to you. I wanted you safe from him. I could tell from the parking lot that something was wrong.” Dabi apologized.

“Don’t apologize! You stood up for me! You got proof! You saved my life Dabi!” you insisted.

Dabi felt relief roll down his shoulders. Like a huge weight was lifted off of him but now that the first step was complete, he needed to assure your recovery.

“So (Y/N) what do you want to do with this video? We could take him to court. Or we could let him sweat it out for the rest of his life. Your call. I’ll help. I won’t let you down.” Dabi assured.

You thought about it for a moment. You didn’t want Hawks to ever come back to you. But no matter how many times you’ve told him that, he always came back. This time you couldn’t screw things up. Dabi has helped you get this far, you might as well take this advantage while you can. Hawks will try something to get you back. So you had to try something to get him to leave you alone.

“I....I want a restraining order. We can try to get the police involve....but I don’t want that video out there for the world to see. Knowing Hawks, he’s already thinking about a way to try and get me back.” you decided.

Dabi slowly nodded. “Sounds good. My old man never liked Hawk’s family. Didn’t agree with their political views or whatever. He’s got a big agency we can take this video too. If that old man is really trying to change, then this is his chance to prove it.”

Dabi had a dark look in his eyes. A look that was all too familiar to you. Leaning in, you kissed his rough cheek. He froze on the spot and you pulled away.

“Dabi, I’ll be there for you too. I’m sure you’ve gone through some hell as well. Let’s promise right here and now, we’ll be there to support each other. No matter what happens.” you said with a determined look.

Dabi looked surprised. The quiet reserved (Y/N) was already starting to break out of her shy demeanour. And he couldn’t afford to waste this moment. He held up his hand and stuck his pinkie out. 

“Only if you agree to let me take you out on a proper date.”

You interlocked pinkies that day and changed your future.

Six Years Later...

“Dabi! Hurry up! We’ll miss the dolphins!”

“I’m coming short stuff!”

Dabi groaned but he adored the smile on his girlfriend’s face. She was wearing a sundress with flower petals on it. The two of them were on the beach away from the gigantic crowd. They heard from a local that this was the best spot to see the dolphins and (Y/N) insisted on going there. Today was a special day so they walked all the way there.

It was their six year anniversary since the two started dating. Their lives significantly changed since they reunited in college. Dabi was out of his rebellious teenage stage and was now a happily taken man. He was slowly trying to open himself up to his family again. Enji was trying to make significant changes to appreciate his family. Even though his mom never remarried him again, she was still happy and loved (Y/N) as much as Dabi loved her.

His siblings loved her too. Fuyumi and her were sisters from their first meeting, Natsuo tried to tell embarrassing stories about Dabi he got him back with his own embarrassing stories  and Shoto thought you were good enough for his elder brother. The siblings however were wondering when Dabi would pop the question though.

Well....he hoped it would be today....

In his black shorts was the small box containing the very expensive ring. He silently prays that it doesn’t fall from his fingers and is lost in the ocean forever. That would be his luck after all. (Y/N) was taking a photo of the sunset on the shore with her phone. Which reminded Dabi of the time when she was under that asshole’s thumb.

Enji took on the case fiercely. (Y/N) did manage to get a restraining order placed against him. Hawks parents were not pleased at all to hear of what had happened. He had been put on the sex offenders list as well. Hawks remained confirmed that he wasn’t guilty. Simply saying that (Y/N) was taking things out of context in the heat of the moment. So while his sentence wasn’t that long, his life was ruined. His parents cut Hawks from them after the scandal had accidentally been leaked to the public. No one really knows what happened to the man since. His small prison time was over now after one year later, no one has heard from Hawks since. Some say he’s homeless in the city trying to survive after his parents stopped giving him money. Some say his parents are giving him money but they’re not letting the public know. So Hawks is living under a new identity far away from everyone and everything he knows. Some even say he’s trying to make a living but is trying to hide who he is from the public.

Dabi doesn’t care what Hawks was doing. He could be dead for all Dabi cares. Hawks social media hasn’t been used in ages and Dabi never found him on the news anywhere. He had to make sure Hawks wouldn’t come back to you. You two were far away from Hosu City and were now living much happier lives out in the country. But back then, you two were still worried about if Hawks would come after you. It pained him to hear you wake up from nightmare after nightmare recalling the events that night had brought to you. However, he stayed by your side. Getting you to see a therapist and getting some antidepressants. With time, patience, courage, you were finally starting to be happy. Genuinely happy. 

You two graduated from university together. Both of your families meeting each other for the first time. It was kind of awkward for Dabi at first but your parents quickly warmed up to him when they saw how much happier you were with him. But now, he wanted you to be the most happy woman in the world. 

“Look! Dabi! The dolphins! And there’s a cute baby one too!” you squealed.

The striped dolphins were jumping over the waves making whistling and trilling. Your eyes lit up as you took a few photos. The dolphins were cute but Dabi thought you were cuter.

When you turned around to ask him something you saw he was on one knee. Revealing a diamond ring to you. His eyes blazing like fire.

“You’ve been the greatest treasure I could have asked for. We’ve been through hell and back together. But no matter what we go through, we’ll always be together. But now, I want to do this together with you as your husband. So will you be my wife short stuff?” Dabi grinned.

A smile stretched across your face as you nodded and whispered. “Yes! Yes!”

He slid the ring onto your finger and then kissed it. You leaped down to him and kissed him on the lips. He lifted you up and kissed you back just as passionately.

A new chapter indeed.

~~

I feel reeeeallly bad because I love canon Hawks from BNHA but I wanted to make this story!

Thank you for reading!

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The Briefest Kiss Part 19

“I’m truly disappointed! I thought we were friends, yet this is how you treat me? It’s just not acceptable. I’m considering breaking up with the two of you.”

Miles opened his eyes reluctantly, trying to make sense of that blaring voice that so rudely disturbed his peaceful slumber. Memories of last night slowly made their way back to the forefront of his consciousness. Memories of him and Alex, ceaselessly kissing and never tiring of it. Memories of him agreeing to go on a date with him. Memories of a drunk couple having sex in the pool right in front of them and memories of him and Alex having the time of their lives commentating on every single one of their moves until they had succumbed to laughter and the couple had succumbed to embarrassment.

Somewhere, between more making out and more laughing, they had fallen asleep. Alex was still snoring into Miles’ neck as he opened his eyes, finding the harsh summer sun and Matt Helders staring at him at the same time. “What the hell?”

“That’s what I thought when I realized you two have slept out here. Could have told me. I’d have gladly taken that big bedroom off your hands! I had to share a bathroom with three other people. Two of ‘em can’t stomach some simple vodka shots.”

Miles groaned as he placed his arm across his eyes. “Matt, it’s early. Too early. What do you want?”

“Airport shuttle will be here in ten. Rise and shine, lover boys. Time to say goodbye.” Matt slapped Miles’ shoulder with a chuckle, then walked away.

Another groan. Miles rolled Alex on his back and came to rest on top of him. He gently brushed some the tangled strands of hair from his forehead. “Wake up, babe!”

A sleepy Alex blinked, cursed, and refused to wake up.

Miles placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Alex, come on. Wake up.”

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, fumbling to slip his hand underneath Miles’ shirt. The contact made him shiver. “Then I’m all yours to fuck. Just five more minutes, please.”

Miles let out a whiny noise and sunk his face into the curve of Alex’s shoulder. “I don’t have time for sex. I don’t even have five more minutes.” He placed a deep kiss to his pulse. “Gotta go now.”

Alex’s eyes flew open. “What? Now? Fuck, that sun is bright!” He closed his eyes again.

Miles agreed with nod. “Gotta change and grab my bag. Airport shuttle will be here any minute. I’ll see you on Tuesday, babe.”

As Miles struggled to climb off the lounger, Alex moved with him, curled his arm around him and when Miles stood in front of the lounger, Alex stood on top of it, grabbing Miles’ head and leaning down to kiss him. His tongue ventured deep into his mouth, taking his sweet time to lick and tease.

A grumbled noise of protest slipped from Miles’ throat as he pulled away from Alex. “Don’t kiss me like that when I have to leave!”

Alex’s still sleepy face brightened with a grin. “Forget it. Have to make sure you’ll return to me.”

Miles reached for Alex’s head, grabbed it and kissed him hard. “Always!” Another groan and another kiss. “I really have to go.”

“Then go,” said Alex and didn’t let go.

Miles smiled. Happiness was a feisty drug. It had you hooked immediately. And it was even more addictive when you saw its effects on somebody else’s face. “One more kiss!”

“Okay.” Another kiss.

Then Miles stepped away. “Hey, when you say dinner, are we talking fancy dinner or burgers?”

“Why?”

“I have to bring the right outfit,” said Miles. Wasn’t that obvious? “Suit or jeans?”

“Don’t care,” smirked Alex. “But…” He hopped off the lounger and took slow, deliberate steps towards Miles, “wear that white shirt. The one with the tiny buttons. That tight one.”

Miles’ smile got cocky. “Like that one, huh?”

Alex nodded mischievously. “And a tie.”

“Kinky, Turner.” Miles reached out, placed yet another searing kiss on his lips, and let go. “Bye, love.”

“Bye, baby.”

-

Miles was leaning back on his chair, one leg swung over the other one, holding the fork with one hand and using it to move a few slices of carrot from left to right on his plate. His appetite had left long ago, along with his excitement to be on a date with Alex and, generally, his good mood. He watched Alex from the corner of his eyes as he massacred his steak, carving it into little pieces one by one. He had yet to eat a single bite.

He winced inwardly when he saw the waiter approaching. Poor guy!

“Everything to your liking? May I offer some more wine?” He spoke English, but his French accent was thick.

“How about a word with your cook. This steak is awful. I asked for medium and this feels like rubber.” Alex placed fork and knife away, letting them clink on the porcelain. “And our glasses are full, so there’s truly no need to offer any more, is there? You do see that, right?”

Miles looked at the waiter and when the guy met his eyes, looking positively frightened, Miles offered what he could only hope translated into a veryapologetic smile. “Just leave,” he suggested warmly, “we’re fine.”

The waiter nodded as he made a quick exit. Alex, on the other hand, glared harshly at him. “Fine?”

“Rubber, Alex?” Miles tried to keep his voice low. “How would you know? How about you taste it, first?”

Instead of answering, Alex merely snorted. Which, in return, made Miles bite his tongue. He was so very tempted to walk out for a smoke and a tall glass of something way stronger than wine. But they were on their date. And he did not want to be the one to walk out first. So, he endured. Taking his wine glass, he held it up across the table, attempting to turn things around. “Should we toast to something?”

“To what? Dry meat and bad service?” Alex didn’t toast, just grabbed his glass and swallowed the expensive wine in one large gulp. “I’ve had better.”

Miles shook his head. “Should have ordered better, then.”

“What’s that?”

“I said, you should have ordered better, then. You picked that wine.”

“If you don’t like the wine I ordered, you could have said something!”

“That’s not–” He swallowed his frustration. “You know what, forget it.” Miles finished his own glass of wine and placed it back on the table. “Would you like to order something else? A new steak? An entirely different meal? Or just dessert?”

“And waste any more time at this godforsaken place?” Alex grimaced. “No thank you.”

“Alright.” Miles waved for the check. The waiter didn’t take long to arrive, placed the small booklet with the bill in front of Miles and visibly flinched when Alex reached for it. Miles put his hand on it first, gave Alex a warning look and watched him sternly as his fingers retreated.  

“Uh…Monsieur Kane, I’m a huge fan of your music. And your style. And the Fred Perry thing that you do! And yours as well, Monsieur Turner. But I’ve only ever been to one of your concerts, Monsieur Kane. It was a fantastic show.” The waiter leaned towards Miles. “May I ask for a huge favor and follow you out for a picture?”

Alex ignored him entirely, his eyes shooting daggers at Miles instead. “Iasked youout. I should be doing that!” Then he glanced at the waiter sideways. “Wouldn’t you consider your question a bit impertinent?”

“Alex!” Miles hissed, then smiled at the waiter. “He’s joking. No problem. We’ll be outside, waiting for a cab. Just come find us.” He placed a few Euro notes into the booklet, underneath the bill, and handed it back to the waiter. “Thank you.” When he was gone, Miles pinned Alex down with a fiery glare. “Are you crazy?”

“Am I crazy?” Alex looked at him in utter disbelief. “You tipped him fifty Euros? Are you bloody nuts? I’ve gotten better service at Burger King!”

“Alex, the guy was bloody terrified of you! What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?”

“Nothing,” stated Alex and got up, not bothering to wait for Miles as he headed for the exit. Miles followed wordlessly. On his way out he spotted a chocolate cake on some other guest’s table. Suddenly he felt overcome by a fierce desire to take the cake and toss it straight into Alex’s face. Just for fun. But before he could take that desire and turn it into an actual plan, his date got impatient.

“Miles,” bellowed Alex from the door, startling not just him but also other guests in earshot.

��Yes, dear?” Knowing how much he hated that term, since his mother used it on him regularly, Miles smiled smugly and crossed his arms as he slowed down. Alex’s eyes got small and his lips pressed into a thin line. Miles was sure he saw smoke coming out of his nostrils! He chuckled at the idea, which in return pissed Alex off even more.

“Come on, Miles. Can you walk any slower?”

“I don’t know. Can I?”

Alex spun around, walked through the exit and Miles sputtered a laugh when he was hit by an onslaught of rain. By the time Miles caught up to him, he looked like a drenched poodle. He reached out and wiped a few raindrops from his nose. Teasing him. “Aren’t you adorable!”

“Say that again and I’ll bite,” snapped Alex. “Where are all the fucking cabs?”

“Busy,” assumed Miles tiredly, giving up on this night entirely. He felt the rain seeping into his suit and sighed. “It’s raining hard. Parisians don’t like getting their outfits wet.”

“Fucking amazing,” grumbled Alex as he headed down the sidewalk. “Let’s just walk. It’s not that far.”

“It’s two kilometers,” complained Miles. He could endure a lot. But walking two kilometers in the pouring rain while wearing his favorite suit and those damned boots that looked great but were painfully uncomfortable? That’s where Miles drew the line! “Let me just phone a cab company and order one!”

Alex was halfway down the block already. With clenched fists Miles sprinted to catch up with him. “Bloody idiot!” One day he’d make him pay for that! “Shit! Damnit!”

When Miles stopped out of nowhere, cursing, Alex stopped as well. “What’s wrong?”

“We forgot to take that picture with the waiter!”

“For fuck’s sake, Miles!” Alex resumed walking. “Get over the waiter!”

‘Deep breaths,’ Miles told himself. Repeatedly. ‘Just take deep breaths and don’t shove him into a ditch!’

-

“You forgot your house key?” Miles shook his head in incredulity. He looked at the sky, felt the pouring rain hit his face and began laughing. Not because it was amusing. Oh no! It was ridiculous. It was ludicrous. It was bloody fucking unbelievable! “Are you kidding me right now?” Wiping his wet face resignedly, he met Alex’s eyes. “You know what? Just take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.”

Alex’s eyes snapped from the locked front door to Miles. “No!”

“No what?” asked Miles as he took in their surroundings. He spotted a big rock and was tempted to throw it through a window. Anything to go to sleep and end this day. “No, you’re not kidding?”

“No,” elaborated Alex, harshly, as he stepped into Miles’ field of vision. “You’re not sleeping on the fucking couch.” Miles blinked in surprise as Alex took another step towards him, trying to lecture him. “This is the one time we’re actually supposed to sleep in the same bed and I won’t have you spend your night on my bloody couch! Hold this!” Alex shoved his leather jacket into Miles’ startled hands and walked past him towards the tall fence behind thick shrubbery. “I left the patio door unlocked. Help me jump the fence!”

Miles snorted. “You’ve lost it, haven’t you? The fence is two meters tall! Alex,” warned Miles as he followed him into the bushes. “You’ll hurt yourself! Don’t do it!”

“It’s not the first time I’ve jumped it,” said Alex. “Get here, Miles. Come on, help me up! If walking two kilometers in the pouring rain won’t hurt me, jumping my own fence won’t, either!”

“I offered to call us a cab,” muttered Miles as he tossed Alex’s leather jacket to the muddy ground in anger. “There’s a world of difference between those two things, by the way! You could die!”

“Don’t be dramatic,” snapped Alex. “Besides, if I die, I won’t have to see you flirt with that waiter again!”

Miles ground his teeth. “I wasn’t fucking flirting with him! I was just being polite!”

“Polite is saying ‘thank you’ after paying the bill. You tipped him outrageously and gave him that fucking coy smile!”

“I tipped him ‘cause I felt sorry for him. He had to serve you tonight!”

Alex fisted both hands. “I did nothing wrong!”

“You complained about the place right in front of him,” pointed Miles out, rolling his eyes as hard as he could. “You refused to answer his question and called him impertinent when he asked for a picture with us!”

“That’s because I was on a date with you,” bit Alex back. “And I don’t like being interrupted in my private time for some fucking pictures!”

Miles bit back the words he wanted to say, took a few deep breaths, then linked his hands together, offering them to Alex. “Here. Climb up.”

Alex put his hand on Miles’ shoulders, about to place his foot into Miles’ hands when he stopped. He tossed him a dirty glare. “Changed your mind about wanting me dead, huh?”

“You have three seconds to accept my help. Take it or leave it.”

He took it. Alex placed his foot into Miles’ linked hands, used it to get his legs up and managed to reach the top of the fence. Then he swung himself over it and Miles heard the loud thud of a soaking wet Alex Turner hitting the soggy ground on the other side. “Still alive?” He asked in a mixture of genuine concern and dry mockery.

“I am,” he called out. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Miles rolled his eyes again. He glanced around and noticed the tree a few feet away from him, along with its sturdy branch. Could work, he thought, and climbed up, held onto the branch to reach the top of the fence and hopped over it as well. He landed on top of a bushy boxtree, probably scoring a few scratches as well but he bit back from wincing in pain. Not when Alex was staring at him like that. “What?”

“Could have hurt yourself,” derided Alex.

“You know,” marveled Miles, “in all the years that we’ve known each other, I’ve never been this tempted to punch you. Bloody nose and all that.”

“Hell of a first date, huh?” Alex grunted as he looked around the drenched dirt of his yard. “Where’s my leather jacket?”

“On the ground.” Miles pointed towards the fence. “Other side.” As he ignored Alex’s cursing fit, he shrugged out of his jacket and realized it was ruined for good. The pocket had a big hole in it and the best cleaner in the world wouldn’t be able to get rid of those mud stains. He made his way out of the flower bed and onto the grassy patch where he brushed the thick black dirt from his trousers. He took in his shirt and sighed. The whole damn suit was beyond saving.

Alex walked up to him, mirrored his actions and bent down to inspect his shoes when something shiny slipped from his pocket. Miles reached over, picked it up. He was about to hand it back to Alex when he saw what it was that he was holding. “A tube of lube?” Miles laughed hard. “Why’d you bring that one?”

Snatching it out of Miles’ hand, Alex gritted his teeth. “At some point, before this evening turned into a huge shit show, I actually thought I might get lucky. So I came prepared! But then you decided to show up late a—”

“I didn’t decide to show up late,” roared Miles, right back to being pissed off. “It’s not my fault the bloody train ran late! You’re the one who refused to cancel the dinner and made us hurry!”

“And I told you,” snapped Alex, “that I won’t let public transport decide when I go out on a date! If I had known you had so little interest in going out with me, believe me, I would have cancelled!” He spun around, but Miles grabbed his arm and held him back.

“Hey!” Miles was furious. He had to endure Alex’s snarky comments the entire evening and had enough of it. “You want to blame this night on one of us, blame it on yourself! You were bitching at everything before I even got here!”

“Are you really surprised? The damn painters ruined one of my guitars, had to paint the wall twice after using the wrong color, and messed up my new carpet. The new bed still isn’t here. Neither is the dresser, which means you traveled here for nothing, and I couldn’t even enjoy that overpriced steak ‘cause the fucking waiter had a hard on for you!”

Ignoring most of Alex’s ramblings, Miles took offense at one part, though. “I came for nothing? I thought I was here for a date.”

Alex groaned. “You know what I mean, Miles.”

“No, I honestly don’t.” Most of the time he gave Alex a pass for his piss poor selection of words when he was angry, but not tonight. “Try again!”

“Fuck, Miles! Of course, you’re here for a date! I don’t give a shit if you help me with the dresser or not!” Alex kicked a pile of dirt on the ground and rumbled angrily. “FUCK!” He drove one hand through his wet hair. “I had the whole evening planned out in my head, you know? It was supposed to be memorable!”

“Oh,” scoffed Miles, “trust me, I won’t forget any of this!”

“Just great,” drawled Alex, full of sarcasm. “You’ll remember this fucking mess forever and never go out on a date with me again! Why don’t we just break up right here and right now? You’ll take the guest room, I’ll take the couch and come tomorrow morning, we’ll never have to see each other again!” He turned around again. “With any luck, the waiter is still available!”

Once more, Miles grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Would you fucking stop that?” He motioned between them. “You and I are the middle of a fight, which means you don’t get to bloody walk away right now!” He got into Alex’s face. “Hear what I’m saying, Alex Turner: I don’t care about that fucking waiter! I wasn’t flirting with him!”

“But he was flirting with you!” yelled Alex. “While I was sitting right there! As your date!”

“You hardly spoke to me all evening,” pointed Miles out. “Nobody would have guessed we were on a date! And if you think this night will deter me from going out with you again, think again! I’ve known you long enough. I can handle your hissy fits.”

Alex’s jaw dropped. “Hissy fit?” He scoffed hard. “Oh, watch it, Kane!”

“Last names, now?” Miles sneered. “Fuck you, Turner! I’m going to bed!”

Now it was Alex’s turn to hold him back. “Apologize first!”

Miles gaped? “For what?”

“You want to know why I was pissed off from the beginning? You didn’t kiss me when you got here! There you have it! Not even a peck on the cheek. You’ve been more affection on stage when we toured! Hell, you’ve been more affectionate on stage, when we toured, whileyou were busy being pissed off at me. Even then you found a way to let me know you cared!”

Miles was struck. How could Alex possibly think he didn’t care? Just because he didn’t kiss him? “When I got here, the painters were still there. I didn’t know how you felt if I just kissed you in front of strangers,” he admitted. Deflated.

“’cause we’ve just gotten together?” wondered Alex.

Miles rolled his eyes. “’cause I’m a guy and you’re a guy and we didn’t have that discussion yet!”

“What discussion?”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

Alex was visibly confused. “You think I’m worried about being gay?” He frowned. “Are you?”

“No,” stated Miles. “But nobody will be surprised to find me kissing a guy. I wear cheetah print shirts and onesies, Alex. I have a pair of silver boots! Everyone assumes I’m bi anyway. But you—”

“I got a cheetah print shirt,” he pointed out.

“You’re a fucking rock star! What if your fans turn on you, huh?”

Alex wordlessly grabbed Miles’ head and pulled him in for a blazing kiss that left them both panting for air. “I. Don’t. Care.” He curled his arm around Miles’ neck and kissed him again, harder, deeper. “I love you. I want to be with you. And if anyone has a problem with that, they can drop dead for all I care!” Another kiss. “Next time, bloody kiss me, okay?! Don’t think. Just do it. ‘cause I’m yours and that’s what you’re supposed to do!”

Miles couldn’t fight his own smile as he placed his forehead against Alex’s. All of the earlier agitation and frustration had suddenly vanished away. “Mine?” He leaned closer, touching their noses together. “Are you?”

“Start singing that song,” warned Alex, teasingly, and no longer angry, “And I’ll reconsider this dating thing!”

Miles grinned as he captured Alex’s lips in a wet and wild kiss that left both struggling for air. The temperature was still insanely hot, the rain did nothing to cool down the air, and as the raindrops mingled with the sweat on his forehead, Miles felt himself melting into Alex’s arms. This was what they should have been doing all night. Kissing. So much kissing. And more. “Let’s go inside,” he whispered hoarsely, overcome by that sweet lust that always came side by side with Alex’s kisses. He trailed one hand from Alex’s neck to his hand to lead him in.

But Alex pulled away slightly. He had a salacious grin on his face as he let go of Miles’ hand and reached for his belt instead. His eyes dropped lower. “Did I ever tell you about that rain fantasy of mine?”

Miles gulped as he watched Alex undo his belt and pull it out of its loops. Then he undid the button of his trousers. And lowered the zipper.

“I want you,” rasped Alex, leaning in to nibble on Miles’ earlobe. “Right here.” One hand fisted Miles’ tie. “On the muddy grass. In the rain.” His other hand slipped into the back of Miles’ pants, into his briefs, and he let his finger trace the crack of his ass. He slipped it between the cheeks and Miles gasped against the warm and wet skin of Alex’s neck. When he slipped one finger inside of him, Miles sunk his teeth into Alex’s skin, leaving a mark for the world to see. He dug his hands into his back and moaned as Alex began to move his finger in and out, slow and steady.

“I want you covered in dirt,” husked Alex as he bit down on Miles’ earlobe, pulling harder on his tie. “I want you screaming out my name when I come deep inside of you.” He ventured from the ear along the jawbone towards the lips. “I want you panting and writhing, and I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.” Their lips met and mashed.

Alex’s finger slipped away from where Miles was truly enjoying it and his hands took hold of Miles’ no longer pristinely white buttoned shirt. He fisted the lapels and slowly ripped the buttons apart, popping them in unison with Miles’ loudly thudding heart.

Pop.

Pop.

Miles watched in utter fascination as Alex licked his lips hungrily. To be on the receiving end of his blistering desire was a feeling beyond imagination. The lids of his eyes grew heavier with each heartbeat. His pulse was hammering away. His skin was burning. When Alex had the shirt torn asunder, Miles couldn’t handle it anymore. He stripped off what remained of his shirt and tore off Alex’s, then growled in appetite. He lowered himself to his knees, licked the raindrops as they traveled down the chest of his lover, and felt himself drowning in lust. He’d never needed anyone so much. He’d known want, but it was Alex who had introduced him to need. With Alex, feelings ceased to be small and simple. With Alex, life was absolute. It was breathtaking, it was all-consuming and their lust for one another? That was unmatched and uncontrollable. Miles pushed Alex’s pants and briefs down greedily. “Mine,” he spoke, meeting Alex’s pitch black eyes, and swallowing him whole. Alex’s entire body shook violently as Miles’ lips slid down the length of his cock. He went all the way to the base and as Alex fisted his hands in Miles’ hair, Miles wondered when he began enjoying this so much. He’d only ever done it once, before, with Alex. Last fall. And then it had been new and a bit of a learning experience. Now, however, it felt like a brand-new passion. He yearned for his friend’s erection, craved for it, loved feeling it as his tongue slid against the skin. He strived to be better, to be exceptional, to be unforgettable to Alex. He wanted to make him feel unparalleled. When he began humming, Alex moaned in sound appreciation.

“Stop,” he pleaded breathlessly. “Please, stop.”

“Really?” smirked Miles, sucking harder.

Alex pulled Miles’ hair, made him let go of him with a pop. Placing both hands on Miles’ shoulder, Alex shoved him backwards, made him land with his back on the grass and watched for a moment as his body was hit with an onslaught of pouring rain. He gave his cock a few strokes, then smiled as he lowered himself between Miles’ legs. “My turn.” Pulling pants and briefs down, Alex purred rapturously. Taking a possessive hold of Miles’ dick, he placed a feathery kiss on its tip and watched Miles watching him. Then he took him all the way into his mouth, deep-throating him. Miles was no longer capable of speaking. Garbled noises and syllables left his breathless lips as Alex made fantastic use of his own.

Alex slipped his hand back underneath Miles’ rear, wedged his finger into his tight hole and dipped in an out as his mouth sunk up and down his throbbing erection. When, suddenly, all movements stopped, Miles leaned up, startled.

He found Alex fumbling with the lube. Miles turned around on his stomach, spread his legs wide and crossed his arms beneath his head. He heard Alex’s faint chuckling as he got on top of his back, trailing languid kisses down the line of his spine. “Can’t wait, huh?”

“Been waiting too long,” said Miles. Alex leaned up, strained to reach his lips with his own, and managed to kiss him so deeply that Miles was sure it had left a burn mark right on his soul.

And then Alex slipped inside. Slowly. Carefully. Almost hesitantly. But Miles was needy and desperate and aching for him in ways much more painful. Wiggling his butt against Alex’s hard cock, Miles encouraged him to take him already. “I won’t break!” His voice was thick and gruff. “Take me, babe! Do it, please!”

Alex did. He slid deeper and deeper into Miles and the harsh sounds of a beginning thunderstorm were drowned out entirely by Miles and Alex as their heavy breathing mixed with the noise of wet skin slapping against wet skin.

Faint calls of “Fuck me!” were bracketed by hushed admittances of love and endearing terms like “baby”.

Dripping wet, covered in dirt and grass, Alex spun Miles around, spread his legs and lifted them above his shoulders. He sunk back into his heat, and Miles squirmed endlessly beneath him. His eyes feasted on Alex’s body as his muscular arms held on to his legs and his strong chest moved rapidly with each stroke. Miles’ body was covered in dirt, and Alex rubbed his hand over his abdomen, clearly enjoying it. Every now and then he took hold of the tie still around Miles’ neck and pulled, making him lean up and kiss him hard. It was the single most erotic experience of Miles’ life. He sat up, wrapped his arms around Alex and kissed him desperately. Wet chests rubbed against one another as Miles straddled him. Tongues dueled for power. Miles lost himself wholly in the pleasure of it all. “Harder,” he begged and Alex obliged, rolling them over once more and taking him and their pleasure to unknown heights. The movements became frantic. The steady rhythm became frenzied. Miles felt Alex throbbing deep inside of him, felt him spilling his cum as he came. All of it brought forth his own orgasm and he came against Alex’s stomach.

Harsh curses filled the air as they rode out their release together, until Alex collapsed on top of Miles, spent and panting. Miles laid beneath him, arms stretched out wide, a silly and perfectly happy grin on his face. “That was fucking insane,” he croaked, on the verge of losing his voice entirely.

Alex nodded against his chest. He chuckled. He tried to lift his head but failed. Miles focused all of his remaining strength and managed to curl one arm around him. “This date,” he said, still out of breath, “would have gone much better if we had fucked first and eaten later.”

Laughter bubbled from Alex’s lips. “Let’s make that a rule. Always fuck first before we leave the house.”

“Always,” agreed Miles.

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Supernatural Omens (part four)

The nice and inaccurate prophecies of someone.somewhere about something that never happened. A fan fiction.

Warnings:None. :) Feel free to read this in front of your family and pets :)

Word count: Idk but it’s longer than the last one. 

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  Dean tried desperately to break free from Crowleys grip. Sam, on the other hand, was too preoccupied looking at Castiel, Jack and Aziraphale to care about who was pulling him, or that his arm was in extreme pain. 

  The demon dragged the brothers through the park towards his Bentley mumbling under his breath the whole time. Who knows how but he managed to push both of them into the backseat at the same time. Seconds later he was behind the wheel. The car locked itself as soon as Crowley slammed the door, cutting the idea of making a run for it right out of Sam and Deans mind.

  Up until this point the eldest Winchester had kept his cool with the whole recently found antichrist situation. He had been a hot headed man with very little patience. But over time his brother and friends, especially Castiel, had taught him to control both of those flaws. But this situation, being pulled apart and dragged away from the angel and the nephilim,was just the start of a a snowball effect that would make him snap with time.

  They sat in the backseat quietly while Crowley tore down the road faster than ever.The trees and grassy fields they passed by looked like blurry blotches through the windows.His tears had dried up. Now he felt numb.Not a single ounce of emotion was traceable on his face.His lips were stiff. His eyes looked dead behind his sunglasses. It was Sam who tried to make small talk with Crowley. His heart was in the right place. And it worked.

  “I’m really sorry about what happened back there.”Sam said softly.”It wasn’t right for him to say what he said the way he said it.”

  Crowley sighed.”I guess.He was right about one thing though. That we are on opposite sides. Our sides hate each other mutually. It’s been like this since the beginning of time.But after I got to know him I realized that not all angels are uptight. I thought he felt the same way. It just goes to show that you never really learn everything about a person. And right when you think you know them like the back of your hand, they do something that will completely throw you off. I hope he wasn't faking it the whole time. It would hurt way more if he was.”After a moments pause he added.”I’m really sorry we dragged you into this mess. You guys shouldn’t be here.This isn’t your fight. I might still have enough things to open a portal back to your bunker. I’ll keep it open until Castiel and Jack come over.”

  Dean spoke up this time. The tone in his voice serious.”What about you?”

  Crowley shrugged.”Brace for impact. Grab whatever I can carry and find a good hiding spot. Whatever's coming isn’t good.I’ll just have to be prepared.”

  “You can’t give up now Crowley.You’re so close.”

  The Bentley stopped. Crowley turned to look at the brothers.”Close? I’m nowhere near close. We have no idea where his-”

  “We do.” Dean said.”Aziraphale made Castiel mute because he was going to say that Aziraphale was lying.He does in fact know where the antichrist is. But if the plan was to not tell you, the idiot shouldn’t have told us. We know where he is-”From the pocket of his shirt Dean produced a paper.”and I wrote it down.”

  Crowley took the paper from Dean’s hand.”You are a genius my friend. Number 4 Hogback Lane here we come! But before we do, would one of you like to come ride upfront?”

  “Well I rode up front the first time so I think it’s only fair that Sammy does it this time.”

  Crowley nodded.“Fair enough.Come up front moose.”

  Sam’s eyes widened.”Moose?”

  Dean laughed.”There’s no time for questions. Now go up front moose.”

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  Back at the bandstand Aziraphale was being scolded by Castiel. Jack stood a couple yards away watching a squirrel fight another squirrel for an acorn. He didn’t hear them.

  “Was that really necessary??” Castiel asked.”Why on earth would you lie to Crowley? You know where the antichrist is. If you would have told him we’d be on our way to number 4 Hogback Lane right now to put an end to all of this. Why didn’t you tell him?”

  “It’s been necessary for almost 6000 years,I’ll have you know. If anyone from the higher level of angels found out that i’ve been hanging out regularly with a demon lord knows what they will do with me. And I didn’t tell him because I knew that If I told him he’d want us to go together.That can’t happen.”

  “So what if they do?!” Castiel asked.”Aziraphale..you know as well as I do that angels aren’t supposed to do a lot of things. Hanging out with humans and adopting there ways in my world is one thing that’s frowned upon. And for a while I was shunned by the higher ups. I have done so many things that I’m not supposed to for the sake of my boys. And if I had to do it all over again,I’d make the same choices without a second to think it over. Sometimes the correct way isn’t the right way. Now we know where the antichrist is, right? We’ll go there, do what we have to do and  fix your situation with Crowley when we get to it.”

  Aziraphale thought it over. Castiel had a point and he knew it. It was best to trust him and do what he said for the time being.He also felt horrible for saying what he said to Crowley. He hadn’t meant a word of what he had said.And he wanted to apologize as soon as possible. The angel nodded.”Okay. You’re right. You’re absolutely right. Let’s get a move on.We’re actually not that far away from Tadfield.”

  “Okay.That’s good. Jack! Come on!” Castiel called out. When Jack didn’t answer,he called out again.”Jack?”

  Aziraphale leaned over the bandstand banister to get a better shouting range”JACK?!”

  Castiel walked a few feet away from the bandstand and shouted.”JACK KLINE ANSWER ME THIS INSTANT!!”

  Aziraphale quickly ran towards Castiel.”The small town of Tadfield is this way. I think we can find him faster if we run.”

  authors note:For the sake of this fanfic lets say that the bandstand is 15 minutes away from Tadfield.Yes? Okay great. Glad you’re on board. 

  The angel and the seraph, both out of shape, charged full speed down the opening road that connected the small park to Tadfield. They got to the entrance of the city panting and gasping for breath. Castiel bent over to breath better. His feet ached. The back of Aziraphale’s legs stung. He had gotten two cramps whilst running, one on each leg. That didn’t make him stop.

  Castiel looked up. A bead of sweat trailed down his temple. In his blurry vision he managed to make out a familiar silhouette. It was Jack, standing between four motorcycle’s. The drivers seemed to be asking for directions to somewhere.

  When Aziraphale saw this he bursted into a limping sprint.“No! No no no! Jack get away from them!”The motorcyclists drove off before the angel arrived. He interrogated Jack.”Why in heavens would you go off by yourself like that? You don’t know what kind of people live around these parts. What did those motorcyclists say to you?”

  “Aziraphale.”Jack laughed.”Calm down. Look i’m sorry I took off. I realize it was wrong and I won’t do it again. They we’re asking for directions to the U.S. Airbase. Their reasons I don’t know.”

  Cas caught up to them. He stood next to Jack.”What happened?”

  “The four motorcyclists wanted directions to the U.S. airbase.”Jack said.”I didn’t know where it is but I wished them luck on trying to get there.”

  Aziraphale had grown quiet and rigid. He stared at the floor with wide eyes. He was thinking,racking his brain trying to remember why the number 4 was important. He pushed the idea of Number 4 Hogback Lane from his mind because he knew that wasn’t it.He made a mental note to go back to that thought later.

  The three started their walk towards the row of houses. They’d check each street sign until they’d find the one they were looking for. Until then they discuss what they’d do when they were face to face with Adam. Aziraphale had only now just told them what the antichrists name was. 

  Jack smiled.”Adam?”

  “Yes.”Aziraphale nodded.”Adam Young. He’s eleven.”

  “How did you know you were taking care of the wrong child?”

  “Well you see..a dog was supposed to be given to him on his eleventh birthday. Crowley said it was supposed to be a big scary hellhound. Well..he didn’t really say scary. I sort of figured out that bit on my own. Because if it has the word hell in its name than it’s supposed to be scary, right?”

  Castiel gave Aziraphale a look of admiration.”Hellhounds are invisible from where we’re from. None of us have seen what they look like. Including Dean, who was killed by one.”

  “Is that the occasion where you pulled him out of hell?”

  “Yes it is.”

  “Right.” The angel looked over at Jack.”What about you, lad?How did you get tangled up with the Winchesters and Castiel.”

  Jack looked up at the sky as he talked.”Well as you know,my dad is who he is. He wasn’t around when my mom Kelly was pregnant with me. But Castiel was. I heard his voice all the time while I was growing inside her.As soon as I was born Sam was on board to take me under his wing.So was Cas. It took Dean a great deal of convincing but eventually he learned accept me. I’ve gained their trust and friendship over time and i’ve been living with them ever since, going on hunts and most recently attending school.”

  “You lead an interesting life Jack. Be thankful of what you have.”

  “I am every single day.”

  The sound of tires burning the asphalt behind them made them turn. Aziraphale’s face lit up when he saw the car model. A 1926 Black Bentley. He eagerly ran towards the middle of the road. Castiel reached out to grab him but missed by a couple of inches. 

  “Aziraphale!” Cas exclaimed.”I don't think he's going to stop.”

  “He will!”The angel replied happily.”You’ll see.”

  Crowley noticed the angel a little too late. He stepped on the breaks using all his force. But it was no use. He hit Aziraphale. Not hard enough to kill him, if that were possible, but hard enough to send him flying down the road. Sam and Dean quickly got out of the car. Crowley was already running towards the angel. Aziraphale’s eyes were closed but he was still conscious. Crowley thought he had actually killed him. Thus began the biggest sob fest he had ever protagonized. And Aziraphale would never let him forget it.

  “Angel?” Crowley choked out.”Angel? Come on..don’t do this to me. Not now. You’re allowed to die on any other day but not today.Wake up.” On purpose Aziraphale went limp in Crowleys arms. He was an extraordinary actor. Adding the scrapes and bruises and the dirty clothes, Aziraphale looked dead. Crowley shook him.”Angel?! ANGEL?! Dammit Aziraphale wake up!” Crowley shook him violently. Not once did Aziraphale open his eyes or smile.The demon sobbed through sentences.”You might not want anything to do with me anymore..and I understand that. I understand that you’ve put up with a lot throughout the years.But I can’t live with myself knowing that you...that I...wake the hell up! I’ll lick you. Do you want me to lick you, ‘cause i’ll do it. WAKE THE HELL UP AZIRAPHALE! ”

  “What’s the magic word?” Asked Aziraphale, his eyes still closed.

  Crowley growled.”Please. Please wake the hell up.”It took him a second to realize who had just said that. His eyes suddenly widened.”HEY!”

  Aziraphale sat up and smiled at the demon.”i’m fine. Don’t get your wings in a twist you overdramatic demon.”

  Crowley threw himself onto the angel. They hugged one another tightly. “Listen.”Crowley sniffed.”If you never want to speak to me after the apocalypse that's okay. That’s fine. But let’s finish this together. Let’s kick ass one last time. Then you can go. And i’ll never bother you again.”

 “You see Crowley..I can’t do that.”The demon looked down sadly. Aziraphale continued.”Because..if we part ways, who will be there to reach the highest bookshelf for me?”

  Crowley smiled widely. The boys, who were all gathered around watching, smiled. They were glad that the angel and the demon had settled their differences. It was then that they heard it. The sound of trumpets. Armageddon had begun. 

  **Authors note**

  Hope you’ve enjoyed reading chapter 4. Stay tuned for chapter 5. There might be spelling errors. If there are i’ll correct them sometime during the week. Also I left Dean’s plot on a cliffhanger. It will be resolved hopefully in the next chapter.

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Til the End of the Night / Ch17: In which Logan makes some plans

Previous / Masterpost / Next

Summary: Logan thinks fast. Virgil yells at the void, otherwise known as Roman. Patton just wants to go home.

Warnings: mentions of previously existing injuries, mind control & captivity, angrily breaking things, hypothetical mentions of death/killing someone

A/N: honestly not sure anyone is even reading this fic on tumblr but I’m not just gonna stop crossposting a few chapters from the end even if it’s completely unnecessary so here we are lol

AO3

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Logan ran down the spiral stairs as quietly as he could, dragging Patton by the hand, while the latter struggled to maintain their invisibility. He’d caught on much faster than Virgil, thanks to more… immediate motivation… and Logan whispering instructions in his ear, but still…

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Patton hissed, trying not to stumble. “Is it working?”

“I believe so,” Logan replied just as quietly. “I can’t see you, at least. Can you see me?”

“No… I guess it’s working, then.” He could only tell Logan was still with him by his grip on his hand, which was, to be honest, a little frightening.

Logan merely nodded and continued pulling him along. They needed to get as far from here as possible before the witch came after them. Fortunately, there was at least one point in their favor: the Dragon Witch seemed like the kind of person who considered herself too dignified to flat-out run through the halls, whereas Patton barely knew the meaning of the word “dignity” and Logan had accepted the loss of his own sometime in the nineties. Then again, it was probably balanced out by Patton’s leg still being injured, which brought them back to “most likely doomed.” Logan realised he was only discouraging himself. Less thinking, more running.

After all but sprinting down the first hallway and making a few sharp turns in whatever direction seemed like it would take them away from the tower, Patton’s strength was flagging. He tugged on Logan’s hand, too out of breath to tell him to slow down, but Logan got the message. He cautiously opened the nearest door, and sighed in relief when it led to an empty room- well, not empty; it contained furniture and the like, but there were no people inside.

“Thanks,” Patton sighed, once the door was safely shut behind them. He sank onto a very expensive-looking chair. “Sorry about… you know. Slowing you down.”

Logan shook his head. “There is no need to apologize, Patton, you’re injured. Actually, may I see your leg for a moment? I want to make sure it’s healing well, now that I have the supplies to re-bandage it afterward.”

“There isn’t time.” Patton didn’t quite feel confident about the safety of the room they were in, no matter how quick he thought he could be. He also really didn’t want to try and explain the bruises Logan would surely see if he rolled up his pant leg to check on the one wound he knew about. “What, uh, what are we doing?” He tried to smile, tried to sound like he wasn’t really scared, and did not quite succeed at either of those things.

“Right. You’re right. We can’t stay here long- I suppose what we’re doing first is… looking for a better hiding place, where we can come up with a plan. First, though, let me help you with that necklace. I didn’t get to teach Virgil how to use it properly, but it should be able to keep us both invisible and muffle any sound we make without putting too much strain on you, if you follow my instructions.”

Patton already felt a little strained, but maybe that was just because of the running. He nodded and wrapped a hand around the pendant, listening carefully as Logan explained the correct way to use it.

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As the Dragon Witch stalked through the halls of her castle, everyone she passed barely resisted the urge to flee. (It helped that they knew she’d be even angrier if they… y’know, stopped doing their jobs in favor of running away from their employer.) She made straight for the dungeons, revived the guards Virgil had knocked out, and then shouted at them for letting it happen. As she left, they began spreading the word throughout the castle: there were two escaped prisoners still loose, and they needed to be caught, or at the very least not allowed to make it outside. Who knew what kind of annoyance they could become if they made it to one of the towns her army hadn’t yet taken over.

She didn’t trust her guards to actually catch the two, of course. If they could slip away from behind her without catching her attention, they could certainly evade the useless idiots who worked for her. The important thing was that every exit was sealed, leaving her free to hunt them down at her leisure- play with them a little, if she liked; they didn’t stand a chance of actually getting away, no one could get away from her, but it was more fun when they didn’t know it.

~ ~ ~

Since dragging Virgil into the tower room and letting the door close behind them, Roman hadn’t really moved. He had at least released Virgil once the door was securely locked, which he appreciated, but other than that? He was just standing near the wall, practically at attention, with a thousand-yard stare straight ahead. It was downright creepy.

Virgil paced the room until he didn’t feel on the brink of a panic attack, then returned to Roman. He waved a hand in front of his eyes- no reaction. “Hello? Roman?” He cursed under his breath; it was the sort of curse that shattered an empty glass on the table, left over from Roman’s previous meal. It seemed like profanity wasn’t allowed in this world, but breaking things was more satisfying anyway, as it turned out. “I don’t even know if you can hear me like this, but, uh… let’s see if this works?” He took a breath and hissed, “Prince Roman Sanders, snap out of it already.”

Nothing happened. Virgil cursed again, louder. The rest of the dishes broke.

He resumed pacing, this time back and forth in front of Roman. Even if he couldn’t hear him, it was better to talk to him than to admit he was just talking to himself, trying to calm down. “Okay. So that’s not gonna work. I guess that makes sense, I mean, you know your own name, so if it worked like that you could just snap yourself out of it by… thinking it really hard, or something. It’s fine. Pat and Logan got away, they’ll figure something out… assuming they don’t get caught. Although if the witch killed them, they’d be back home and they could wake Thomas up… but what if she doesn’t kill them? What if she just throws them back in the dungeons or- or something worse?” He didn’t want to think about what that might be, much less say it out loud, much less say it to a mind-controlled Roman. “Still, though,” he continued, trying to think positively despite a serious lack of experience. “Morning will come eventually, no matter what, and Thomas will notice we’re gone. We can’t actually be trapped here forever.”

Roman, predictably by now, remained silent and unmoving. Virgil stood in front of him with a sigh, searching his blank eyes for any hint of consciousness. He turned away after a few seconds. As he sat down on the bed- the chair being slightly dangerous after all that cursing- he realized his hands were sparking with frustrated magic. He’d already tried using it to break out, and it had just bounced off the walls a few times before absorbing harmlessly back into his body. So he wouldn’t be trying that again. It may not have done anything to the room around them, but he probably needed to be careful about… 

He looked up at Roman. He looked back down at his hands.

“I… I don’t know what you would want,” he said to what may as well have been an empty room, a note of despair entering his voice along with a slight echoing quality. He cleared his throat to get rid of both. “I could… you’d be out of here, at least. I hate seeing you like this. But… I don’t think you’d want to give up, as long as there’s any ridiculously tiny chance of beating her.”

He took a deep breath, and the energy swirling restlessly around his hands retreated.

“Let’s wait and see what happens. Maybe Logan and Patton will… save the day, or whatever.”

Still… it was a good thing to keep in mind. Just as a last resort.

~ ~ ~

Logan and Patton set out into the hallways again as soon as Patton had a better handle on the use of the invisibility necklace. It was somewhat slow going, but eventually they found a room Logan deemed reasonably safe to stay in, since there were no guards patrolling too close by. Although neither of them knew it, it was the same room from which Virgil had retrieved Logan’s bag.

“We still need to be quiet,” Logan whispered, “but it doesn’t seem as though anyone comes in here regularly.”

Patton nodded and sat down on the floor with his legs crossed, which required nudging a few weapons out of the way. He had let them become visible again as soon as the door was shut behind them. “I’m tired,” he very nearly whined. “What are we gonna do, Lo?” With that, he rested his head against the wall behind him and shut his eyes, not truly expecting Logan to have a good answer. At least not right away- he did still have some faith in their ability to get out of this situation.

Logan sat a short distance away from him, close enough that he could reach out and grab Patton’s hand if someone walked in unexpectedly. “I need to think about it,” he admitted. With a cautious glance at the door, he opened his bag and laid out some components on the floor, mixing them together into little bottles without bothering to explain to Patton what he was doing. “The Dragon Witch’s control over Roman is the most pressing issue we need to deal with- if we break the spell she has him under, Roman himself will likely be able to take care of the rest. However, I… do not exactly know how to do that. Not without killing her, at least, and I’m not at all confident that we would be able to do that on our own- or even with Virgil.”

“If we just got him away from her, she couldn’t control him anymore, at least,” Patton suggested without much hope- he didn’t know how they would be able to do that, either, and it wouldn’t actually do anything for the state Roman was in.

“Oh, that’s… that’s actually not a bad idea.” Logan brightened. “If we were to return Roman to the real world, he would presumably go back to normal. We don’t have to play by the rules here, since our ultimate goal is not to defeat the Dragon Witch, but simply to get Roman out.”

Patton opened his eyes and looked at him. “Do you know how to do that?”

“Well… if I’m remembering correctly, the portal we used to enter the Imagination should still be there. It would be… difficult, but not impossible to take Roman back to the place we arrived.”

“Oh!”

“If the witch hasn’t moved them already, Roman and Virgil should still be in the tower room. I’m sure I have a set of lockpicks somewhere in this bag, so all we need to do is distract or incapacitate the guard, possibly restrain Roman in some way if the witch’s control makes him unwilling to go with us, and then find a way out of the castle.”

Patton couldn’t even pretend that sounded like a plan that would go smoothly, but it was the best one they had, and they shouldn’t waste any more time in case the witch did decide to move their friends elsewhere. “Okay… let’s get going, then.” He gave Logan a nod, hoping he looked more confident than he felt.

“Follow my lead.” Logan packed away his things and stood up. After a moment’s thought, he picked up something that was either a small sword or a big knife and strapped it to his waist, just in case they ended up needing such a thing, then reached for Patton’s hand. Once they were both firmly invisible, he stepped forward and slowly, carefully opened the door.

The Dragon Witch was standing right in front of them.

“I know you’re in here,” she sang, blocking the door. Oh, this was bad. Logan froze, tightening his grip on Patton’s hand in case he was thinking of doing anything impulsive.

…She wasn’t looking at them. Her eyes were flitting around, searching for something to give away their location. She may have known they were in the room- or that someone was in the room, at any rate, and who else would be sneaking around invisibly and hiding in storage rooms?- but she couldn’t see them. Logan had an idea, and it might have been a bad one, but he used it anyway.

“Don’t let go of the pendant,” he whispered to Patton, knowing that if she couldn’t see them, she wouldn’t be able to hear him either. There was no time for further explanation. He used his free hand to grab a small item from his bag, then slipped the strap of it off his own shoulder and moved it carefully over to Patton’s. Finally, in one movement, he pushed Patton away from him, let go of his hand, and ran at the witch as if trying to push past her and run out the door. As he did so, he let the object he was holding fall from his hand- it hit the floor at his feet and shattered. He could only hope Patton got the idea and escaped, because he certainly wasn’t going to.

~ ~ ~

The Dragon Witch almost laughed at the alchemist’s frankly sad attempt to knock her out of the way. She stumbled back a step, merely because she hadn’t been expecting such a reckless move, but it didn’t take more than a second to freeze him in place with her magic.

“Did you really expect that to work?”

He sighed, experimentally attempting to move his fingers. “I knew it wasn’t likely, but felt it preferable to simply surrendering myself.”

She rolled her eyes. “Heroes. Never able to admit when they’ve been beaten.”

Logan hummed in what was almost agreement, thinking of Roman.

“Now, where’s the other one- the healer? I know you were together.”

“We… split up a while ago,” Logan said, hoping she couldn’t tell he was lying. “I don’t know where he is now.”

“Of course,” she muttered. “I take it he has your bag of supplies, too?”

He’d been hoping she wouldn’t think of that. “…Yes.”

“Well… no matter, he’ll be caught soon enough.” After all, he was only a healer, and injured himself- even if he had the alchemist’s bag, she doubted he knew how to use what was in it. He didn’t pose much of a threat. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if capturing him should be her top priority right now- it was almost a waste of time and effort. Let him wear himself out, running around trying to escape the locked-down castle.

Logan looked down and said nothing. She took this as a sign that he knew there was no hope for his little friend, but didn’t want to admit it.

“Incidentally, don’t think I’ve forgotten- what was that thing you dropped on the floor? Not some foolish attempt to resist me, I hope?”

Ah, he’d been waiting for this. Logan put on a mask of frustration and explained, “It was an invisibility charm.”

“Like the one the Sorcerer had? Don’t lie to me, I know you have no magical abilities.”

“Of course not, but I happen to be very intelligent,” he said indignantly. “If you must know, it was modified to work from an internal power source- I came up with it myself. And if I hadn’t dropped it…”

“You still wouldn’t have gotten away,” she assured him with an almost comforting pat on the shoulder. “A little invisibility wouldn’t have stopped me from catching someone who ran directly into me, don’t be insulting.”

He sighed again and slumped. “That’s… probably true.”

“I’m glad we agree. Now, back to the dungeons with you- or, no…” She held up a hand, stopping the guards who’d arrived to take him there. “Actually, I want you to see this.” The Dragon Witch smiled, and there was nothing pleasant about it. “I think it’s time to make my victory public.”

[hoelyshitt]

Haunted - D.M. x Reader

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Depression, anxiety, and self-harm. In other words, angsty as f.

Summary: The reader struggles with depression when returning to their childhood home after the battle of Hogwarts. 

A/N: So this is my first-ever fic and I’m actually kind of nervous! Any and all criticism is welcomed, please let me know how I can improve! Thanks for reading!

Word Count: 2.1k

Masterlist

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Haunted

Soft moonlight shone through the single window in your bathroom. The light barely illuminated the room, but you didn’t bother straining your eyes. You knew every inch by heart. It had hardly changed since you were a child, which filled you with an aching nostalgia. The mirror was still chipped, and the sink still dripped. It was heartbreakingly familiar, but something felt off. The soft buzz and crackle of your dad’s old record player was noticeably absent. The sharp edges of the cracked mirror seemed more menacing. The slow drip sounded sad and hollow. You knew the feeling. There was that deep ache reverberating inside you, bouncing from limb to limb until your arms and legs felt numb. Your body felt so heavy that you thought you would sink under the lukewarm water and never resurface. The idea left you scared to close your eyes, so instead you focused them upwards and traced constellations on the popcorn ceiling.

It felt as if it were days later when you finally mustered up the willpower to leave the relative solace of your bathtub. Though the water had long grown cold, and the scent of lavender faded, you felt strangely compelled to forever lay in its depths. While you were scared to slip under, you were even more afraid you would drown outside of the water.

Your fears came true as a whirlwind of memories hit like a freight train when you stepped on the faded, pink bathmat. There were the smooth tones of Louis Armstrong crooning on an old, dusty record echoing in the back of your mind. It was accompanied by the squeal of a child and the hearty chuckle of a middle-aged man. The air smelled of vanilla soap and watermelon scented bubblebath. The memories spun round and round your head thumping painfully on the base of your skull. You shook your head rapidly and blinked. The present rushed back, and you found yourself shivering in the middle of the bathroom. You harshly yanked a towel off the rack and wrapped it around your naked body. The towel almost felt too plush now. You were accustomed to the worn, scratchy towels provided by the school.

You padded over to the mirror and reluctantly gazed upon your reflection. You hardly recognized yourself. The person in the glass looked sickly. Dark bags dominated your under eyes and accentuated your perpetually red-rimmed eyes. Your lips were dry and painfully cracked. You pulled the velvet scrunchie from your dry, stringy hair and your once lush locks fell lifeless around your face. They framed your protruding cheekbones. You had lost weight the past weeks as you tried to adjust to your new life and this was made obvious by your thin face and near skeletal hands. The tear tracks you had thought embedding in your cheeks had finally dried out.

You gripped the edge of the sink as you felt a mixture of hysteria and nausea bubbling up inside of you. The silver moonlight reflected off the jagged corner of the mirror and filled your head with dangerous thoughts. Your hand trembled as you reached towards the sharp edge. Slowly, deliberately, you pushed your finger pad onto the razor sharp piece. The mirror broke skin and red lazily gathered around the prick. Your head wasn’t even there any more as you pushed harder wanting to feel physical pain for once. Your mind was filled with flashes of light and color. Red, green white. The air was filled with dust, and rubble covered the carpet. Then there was the screaming. The hollow, desperate screams that rang in your ears night and day. You drew your finger away with a sharp hiss and slid it into your mouth to suck off the blood. The sounds of your shattered mind faded into a dull echo.

You couldn’t hold back the choked sobs as your throat constricted and your chest compressed. It felt as if an anvil was dropped on your chest and crushed your sternum. Your breaths came short and shallow and you stumbled out of the bathroom gasping for air. Your heart skipped a beat as your foot caught on the edge of a colorful, woven rug and you crashed to the floor with a muffled thump. You lay there for Merlin knows how long, spluttering and trying to regain your senses.

While you calmed down on the floor, you looked around at your childhood bedroom. It was still decorated with the senseless chaos of a fourteen year old girls taste. The rich, fourposter bed was covered in a dusty, white comforter barely visible under a mountain of brightly colored decorative pillows. Most of the furniture was still covered in white sheets and hadn’t seen the light of day in nearly three years. Old magazines peeked from underneath the bed and precisely covered a shiny, red nail polish stain on the ancient carpet. The walls were adorned in posters of obscure punk bands you never actually listened to, and the bookshelf hefted well-loved books that you knew were forever marked with your loopy signature on the inside cover.

Gracelessly you struggled to your feet and grimaced at the spot of blood smeared onto the carpet by your finger. You able over to your small suitcase that you still hadn’t unpacked and roughly unzipped it. You threw open the top and froze at the first item laid on top.

It was an old, jade green sweater with a small insignia stitched into the breast.  The patch was a simple, silver snake with glittering eyes that held so many secrets and memories. You lifted the soft, wool garment to your nose and inhaled, searching for the familiar scent you had grown to love over the year. Much to your disappointment, the smell was long gone. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you were plagued for once by fond memories. Snapshots of sunny, summer days at the manor mingled with the chill of a cool, fall afternoon spent by the lake. All of the memories held one thing, rather one person, in common. A stubborn, blond boy with bitter eyes and smile reserved just for you. You could still see his pale, fine hair ruffle in the wind accompanied by a soft laugh that you only heard when the two of you were alone.

Your mind flitted back and forth between memories, and you felt the familiar sense of longing. You desperately wished to be back in the days of hushed cuddle sessions hidden in the far corner of the library. The days of quiet evenings spent in the Slytherin common room just wrapped in each others arms on the squeaky leather couch. You could still feel his long fingers tracing patterns on your back and brushing aimlessly through your thick hair. His soft voice hummed in your ear, and his cold nose brushing against your forehead leading the way for his pink lips. Just for a second you felt peace for the first time in ages.

The mirage ended abruptly as the harsh peal of your doorbell echoed through the room. Your eyes snapped open and you briefly examined the sweater before carelessly tugging it over your head. You spotted a pair of gray, cotton shorts that you yanked them out only to discover that they sported a dark stain on the hem. You couldn’t find the energy to care so you merely shrugged and rifled though your bag for a pair of socks and some underwear. You tugged the old articles of clothing over your spindly legs and hurriedly pulled on the socks.  You rose to your feet like a deer walking for the first time and strode to the bedroom door.

Even after spending over half of your life in your family’s manor, you were still in awe of its excessive grandeur. The walls brandished artwork painted by mysterious and handsomely paid artists and antique vases held a tasteful fake flower or two. Your mother never could keep a real plant alive. You rushed past the grand oak doors of your father’s office that were always too heavy for your child self to push open. In fact, you suspected they were designed with that specific purpose in mind. To keep generations of your family’s children from bothering their fathers. The house sported dark wood wherever possible. All of the doors, the windowsills, and even the trim was a stained a calming, dark walnut color that brought a certain feel of power and status to the house. Your feet flew past the gleaming, steel kitchen that remained one of the only parts of the ancient manor that was regularly renovated. Eventually you reached the steep, curving staircase that opened into the foyer. Despite the warm lights glowing around the house, it still felt cold and empty. It was a constant reminder of everything you had lost and you pushed down the resentment quelling in your stomach. The beauty of the house had long turned cold and distant, shrouded by the horror these walls had seen.

You hadn’t realized how weak you had really gotten until you trampled to the bottom step and stopped to catch your breath. The short trek had left you fatigued, and you were reminded bitterly of your quidditch days when you could sprint lines on the pitch for hours. So much can change in just a few months. The cool, wooden floor boards chilled your toes through your socks and you shivered. Your hand grasped the brassy handle of your stately front door, and you flipped open the heavy latch before muscling the door open. The boy, no, man, stood on your doorstop stopped you cold in your tracks.

He was here. He was finally here. The man you had spent months obsessing over was finally standing in front of you. He had changed since you last saw him. He seemed older than his years. No longer was he the scared boy that was so unsure of himself. The two of you were still teenagers, a mere seventeen years old, yet you both had aged beyond your years. You had been torn apart by a war that wasn’t even yours to fight. You had been broken down over and over again, yet here you were. Here he was, shivering in the night air. He was dressed in rumpled button-down shirt and wrinkled dress pant. A deep, green tie hung loosely around his neck. He badly needed  a haircut and a shave, but he was all in one piece which could be considered a miracle.

Despite the alarm bells ringing in your head warning you this was a bad idea, you felt the desperate need to reassure yourself that he was real. That he wasn’t some mirage conjured up by your grieving, shattered mind.

“He-“

You rushed forward and launched yourself at him effectively cutting off whatever greeting he had prepared. You buried your head into his chest and relished in the familiar scent that you had lost from the sweater. You felt his strong arms pull you further into his embrace and he dipped down to rest his chin on your head. His warm breath tickled your scalp. You could feel that he had grown thinner as well as his ribs were more pronounced than they used to be. He felt safe and soft and all of the feelings of betrayal and hurt you thought you’d feel receded inside of you to be dealt with another time.

After ages of holding one another, you finally pulled away, albeit reluctantly. Your eyes searched his for some sort of explanation, but you found nothing despair in them. Your chest cracked open further as you realized this wouldn’t last. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be his own family. The esteemed Malfoys who fell from grace after their defeat at the battle of Hogwarts. The battle you would never be able to forget. He had chosen the wrong side, and the aching  reminder of who he was. The reminder of who you were painfully pounded against your chest. You tugged at the sleeves of your sweater, his sweater, and averted your eyes suddenly finding yourself unable to look at him.

You choked out through the tears threatening to skip down your cheeks words you never thought you’d say.

You shouldn’t be here.

You felt his eyes grazing over every inch of your face. With a single cold finger, he lifted your chin and looked you in the eye. This time, you saw remorse and guilt swimming in his icy, blue eyes. Furthermore, you saw understanding. He knew what had happened in this house, and why you had avoided returning for as long as possible. The tragedy that haunted this house rivaled the more recent one that haunted your dreams. Then the only words that could’ve meant anything to you slipped off his tongue.

Neither should you.

[kiruuuuu]

Montagne/Rook oneshot in which Monty coaches Rook on a few things. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.5k words) - written for @kapcan in the hopes of making you feel better and as thanks for all the wonderful art you grace us with ♥♥

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“What’s my time?” Rook comes to a stop before him, breathing deliberately and stretching his arms, arching his back in a pretty curve as his ribcage expands with every inhale. Whenever he runs, he’s bursting with vigour, hops from one leg to the other during breaks instead of standing still and reminds Montagne of a race horse rearing to go, merely waiting for the signal to begin sprinting once again. His face is bright, his smile wide and next to nothing calms him down like this, allows him to expend all the extra energy which accumulates whenever he’s required to sit still.

It’s the reason Montagne doesn’t mind staying past their normal hours – well, one of the reasons. He’s always happy to assist others in whatever they might need, even more so when it’s Rook who rarely asks for help as it is, but watching the bundle of joy that’s his younger colleague perform a task this determinedly is a sight to behold. Therefore, it’s become routine for him to coach Rook, set realistic goals for him, share his victories and lessen the weight of self-imposed expectations. “4 minutes, 16 seconds”, he reads the time on his stopwatch out loud and smiles when Rook curses.

“I really want that sub 4”, he complains and wipes the sweat off his forehead, “but today I’m doing worse than last week. How about my lap times?”

“The first is still too fast. Pace yourself without holding back, maybe try to trick yourself into thinking you’re aiming for twice the distance during the first two laps and then power through the third. That one’s usually your weakest.”

“You think I should try again?”

“I think you should shower, change, go home and do something not physically taxing.”

“Alright. I’ll take a breather, then I’ll go again. Thanks for your advice, coach.” Accompanied by a fond but exasperated shake of Montagne’s head, Rook grins and fetches his bottle to down a few big gulps of water. He’s insatiable when it comes to improving himself, can still recite his personal bests from ten years ago and meticulously tracks his progress. Montagne knows why, knows also that Rook does the same with his marksmanship, trains regularly and memorises his results just as obsessively.

He’s overcome with affection for the driven young man while watching him run yet another full 1500 metres without even requiring music or any other distraction – he’s in tune with himself and focuses on nothing but the ground under his feet. The sky has begun to darken despite it being mid-summer and a glance at his wristwatch tells Montagne they’ve stuck around longer than usual. “4 minutes, 11 seconds”, he announces at the expectant gaze once Rook finishes and can’t help but mirror the way his face lights up. “Good job.”

“I’ll get it”, Rook nods with conviction. “If not this week, then the next. Oh shit, what time is it by the way?”

“Late. Go change, I’ll drive you home and I can pick you up tomorrow morning, too. Leave your bike here, you’ve used your legs enough for today.”

Rook beams at him gratefully. “Thank you. I won’t be long!”

When he skips off, Montagne watches him wistfully. Both of them know how it’s going to pan out and neither of them is going to change anything. He thinks of Rook peeling his sweaty clothes off his toned body, soaping himself up under the warm spray of the showers and, not for the first time, considers accepting one of the many suggestions to join Rook in running – not as religiously, of course, but it wouldn’t do any harm to improve his endurance. Instead, he stays and waits for Rook to return so they can walk to his car together.

Even though he chattered excitedly on the way, almost as soon as Rook sits down, exhaustion hits him. He falls asleep to The Girl from Ipanema, wet curls flattened and falling across his forehead, lips slightly parted as he breathes deeply. Montagne watches him out of the corner of his eye, makes sure to drive carefully as well as to avoid bumps in the road and wakes him up by gently combing his hair back once he’s stopped outside the house. Yawning, Rook rubs his eyes, takes one look outside and lets out a pitiful whine.

“I’m fine living on the fourth floor, he said”, Montagne quotes him, amused, “it’s additional exercise so it’s great, he said. The faster you leave, the faster you can be in bed.”

“I want to die”, Rook moans and barely manages to get his legs out the door before ceasing all movement with a deep sigh. “Can I just lie on the ground and sleep?”

Montagne echoes his sigh, pulls the key out of the ignition and unfolds himself out of the car, walks over to the passenger side. “I suppose it’s time I get a little exercise myself, hm? Hop on.”

“Have I told you before that you’re my favourite?” Happily, Rook hands him his bag and climbs onto Montagne’s back, wrapping all his limbs around him like a monkey and rubbing his cheek on his shoulder. His hair is damp against Montagne’s ear but the warm weight of his body is pleasant – for the first few flights of stairs anyway. After that, Rook starts cheering him on gleefully and laughing at his half-hearted complaints, sounding completely awake again and fully able to manage the last bit himself, only now it’s a matter of pride.

“You’re going to be the death of me”, Montagne announces seriously as Rook unlocks his door and throws his bag inside, “you’re not as light as you think you are.”

“But not as heavy as your groaning makes me sound either.” With a small smile, he hugs the taller man as thanks and hums while Montagne attempts to arrange his wild mane to something resembling a hairstyle.

“Don’t push yourself too hard”, he says softly. “I know what you’re doing and I know what you’re thinking, too, Julien. You do belong in Rainbow and I’m not only fortunate but also extremely glad to have you by my side whenever we’re fighting. You don’t need to earn your spot anymore, you’ve already done so when you were recruited. Stop being so hard on yourself.”

The embrace tightens momentarily, indicating he hit a nerve. Normally he keeps his thoughts to himself, subtly tries to steer Rook away from overdoing it, from training so much it actually takes a toll on his health. But it’s almost dark out and there’s a familiar, friendly atmosphere surrounding them which facilitates speaking this freely. There’s a small, almost inaudible: “But -”

“No. No ‘but’. You’re doing good, Julien, and you know I’m proud of you. Don’t doubt your abilities.”

He’s going to ask. He’s done so before, on three, maybe four occasions, whenever Montagne gave him a lift, and he always declined. It gets harder every time and yet he refuses to let it stop him from spending time with Rook. He likes him too much to avoid him. “Do you want to stay?”, comes the quiet question, and yes, there it is.

Montagne wants to. He wants it all, hold Rook in his arms, reassure him through unambiguous displays of affection, stroke his back until he falls asleep, and simultaneously knows it’s a terrible idea. There’s no chance Rook would be happy with him for several reasons: the age gap, their differing interests, everything, and though Rook has assured him in the past that he’d let none of it interfere with this fragile, hesitant, uncertain… thing between them, surely he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Montagne has more life experience, he’s the responsible adult in this and thus he knows better. “No”, he responds (lies) and tries not to make it sound harsh, “I’m going home. Good night, Julien.”

Rook withdraws and regards him without reproach, no anger in his deep blue eyes. Instead, he looks sad. “Do you have so little trust in my judgement?”, he wants to know.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He manages, but it’s hard to break away from Rook’s gaze. It’s even harder to ignore his words – a task at which Montagne ultimately fails. They stay with him all the way down the staircase, resonate still once he’s sat down in his car. Is that what it is? A lack of trust?

He turns the key and the vehicle comes alive, the radio switches on and picks up where it left off earlier but none of it registers in Montagne’s head. Sometimes, Rook overestimates his abilities during training, pushes himself past a healthy limit and needs Montagne’s guidance to prevent overexertion. None of this can be denied and yet – during missions, in the moments where it counts, Rook has never once let him down. Never once misjudged his own skills. Never once made a wrong call.

Montagne shuts off the car and the stereo dies together with the engine. Rook is reliable. He mulls it over.

Then he opens his car door again and steps out.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Family Business (Part 1)

Summary: The reader’s night doesn’t turn out as she expected when she winds up in the hands of serial killer...

Pairing: Serial Killer!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: murder, drugging, kidnapping, dark!Dean

A/N: This is sort of a prequel to this imagine but can be read on it’s own...

You threw a hand over your mouth but it was too late. You saw the man standing over the unconscious body whip his head around in your direction. You took off sprinting down the sidewalk, not wanting anything to do with him.

You made it to the corner, panting when you didn’t hear anything behind you. 

“No one’s there. You’re fine,” you said, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down.

Until a hand came over your mouth and something sharp pricked your neck.

You woke up to darkness, hands behind your back in a chair, something clean smelling in the air.

Someone tugged the cloth over your mouth down and cradled your chin under strong fingers.

“What did you see,” said the voice calmly. 

“Nothing,” you said, trying to be calm yourself, taking a shaky breath. “I won’t tell-”

“If you saw nothing then there’s nothing to tell so which one is it. You saw nothing or you saw something and won’t tell?” he asked.

“Let me go, please,” you said, the hand squeezing your jaw. 

“Answer my question,” he said.

“I won’t tell,” you said, the hand falling away, running over the top of your head.

“Calm down and listen to some music,” he said, pulling the fabric back up before he tossed a pair of headphones on you, cranked up too loud. You felt him move away, the room going still. You tried your arms, your legs pinned to the legs of the chair too but whatever was restraining you was too tight and the drugs sapped all of your energy away.

You jumped in your seat when a rough finger grazed your cheek awhile later, taking off the headphones and pulling down your gag.

“What do I look like?” he asked calmly again, a chair scraping along concrete. Oh you were definitely going to die in here.

“I don’t know,” you said. “Please. I want to go home.”

“The man you saw before wanted to hurt you,” he said. “He hurts people. That’s why I’m killing him. Understand?”

“Sure, now please-”

“I kill bad people. Only bad people. Now we have a problem because maybe you saw my face, maybe you didn’t, but I can’t know for sure. So now I need to figure out if you’re a bad person, alright?” he said, like you were chatting over a cup of coffee.

“I’m not,” you said.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said.

“What gives you the right to-”

“I’m a bad person because I like killing other people. No one gave me that right. It’s who I am. If you’re a good person, you have nothing to be afraid of,” he said.

“Y-You’re just going to let me walk out of here if I pass your test?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said. “I’m not going skipping down to the police station with you but I’ll disappear. Your fear makes me think you have something to hide though.”

“Sorry, I didn’t plan on getting kidnapped by a serial killer this weekend,” you said, the guy letting out a small laugh.

“Give me your name,” he said.

“Jane Doe,” you said, the man chuckling again but darker, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.

“Give me your name,” he said. “Or this can start going differently.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you sighed, the man humming.

“Good considering that’s what your license says,” he said. He spouted off your address and birthday, reading off your work badge and the coffee shop you frequented from the cards in your purse. “So Y/N, no arrest record. One parking ticket but you disputed it and got it overturned. A broken arm when you were seven playing soccer and you’ve got quite a bit in your retirement fund already for someone your age. You even regularly donate to the local animal shelter. You appear to be a regular upstanding citizen.”

“Can I go now?” you asked.

“No,” he said, slamming a computer shut. “Stupid bad people put out there that they are bad. Smart bad people don’t and you don’t strike me as stupid.”

“Can you skip the foreplay and tell me if you’re going to kill me or not?” you asked. “I know you serial killer guys are into playing with your dinner and all but...oh please don’t tell me you’re one of those-”

“I kill people. I’m not a psychopath,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “Not like you.”

“I am not-”

“I was watching you watch Ben Olton for the past three nights at that bar. Luring him in, making sure he’d go after you. I get it. He wasn’t a big guy. He didn’t have too many inches on you and you’d probably have good odds in a fight if you knew what you were doing,” he said. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said.

“You picked a safe target for your kill. Smart. It was smart to do that. But here’s the thing. You’ve been a little sloppy and tonight was the third time I had to clean up after you. I don’t like other killers and I especially don’t like them trying to pin their work on me. Understand?” he said, squeezing your shoulder.

“How long have you known?” you asked, your blindfold ripped off. You squinted your eyes to adjust to the light in the mostly empty room. Apart from the tarp on the ground in the corner that was.

“Earlier today. You didn’t realize you were talking to the guy you were trying to frame until just now, did you?” he asked, wearing a smile that would have seemed friendly if you knew he wasn’t about to kill you.

“Sorry. I’m not as seasoned as some,” you said, jerking your hands, taking a deep breath. “I’m not getting out of this alive, am I?”

“Probably not,” he said as he stood up, shoving his computer in a bag, pulling out a small but sharp knife. “You know what happens next.”

“Did you make him hurt?” you asked, the man cocking his head. “Olton. Did you make him hurt?”

“...Somewhat. I normally go a bit slower but I was rushed for time on account of you,” he said, standing in front of you with the blade, looking you up and down.

“I’m not going to beg. You’ve already made up your mind about me,” you said.

“You’ve never killed anyone,” he said. “You maim and hurt but never kill. Why?”

“I’m working my way up to it,” you said, blushing in front of a serial killer for not being up on your murder game possibly the strangest thing you’d ever felt. 

“I asked why,” he said, lowering the blade.

“The first two hurt my friend. It was personal. I wanted them to hurt forever like they have to. Olton hurt people too,” you said with a shrug.

“You might be more messed up than I am,” he said.

“Uh, that’s debatable,” you said, the man taking a deep breath. He pulled out a pair of zip ties and walked around behind you. You’d only ever heard of him cutting throats but maybe he strangled his vics too. You knew this was-

He cut through the ties on your wrists and secured your hands in front of you so fast you barely registered that he cut your ankles free and was pulling you to your feet.

You could try to fight but he was way too big, way too strong, just a single hand on your bicep turning your body where he wanted it to go.

Apparently over to your death tarp was not in his plans. 

He led you out of the room and down a hall, turning a corner to spot Olton curled on a tarp of his own, shallow breaths coming every so often from him.

“I punctured his lung. It’s a slow way to go,” said the man as he knelt down with you. He pushed the knife into your hands and guided your wrists over to Olton’s neck. 

Olton glared up at the man, looking at you to turn the knife on the guy.

You didn’t expect that much blood to come out when you pressed into the skin, Olton squirming as the red dark liquid pooled and spurted out before he went still.

“Congratulations on your first kill,” said the man behind you, taking the knife back, leaving you there as started to peel off his shirt. “It’s a rush, isn’t it?”

“At least give me the common courtesy of not burying me with this sicko,” you said, the man stripping down to his boxers, tossing you a garbage bag. “I don’t even get a tarp?”

“It’s for your clothes,” he said, walking over and cutting through your ties, ripping the gag that was still around your neck off. “Don’t leave evidence.”

“You’re not going to kill me?” you asked.

“I told you. I only kill bad people,” he said.

“I just killed a man,” you said.

“Because you thought I was going to kill you if you didn’t,” he said.

“No. I did it because I wanted to,” you said.

“I suspected that. You could have killed me though,” he said.

“I didn’t want to kill you,” you said.

“Even when you thought I was going to murder you and chop you up into little pieces,” he said. 

“That would be hypocritical of me, wouldn’t it?” you said, the man smiling.

“Dean Winchester,” he said, helping you to your feet. “Apologies for the...drugging and kidnapping and almost murder thing. You can’t be too careful nowadays.”

“You’re really going to let me walk out of here?” you asked.

“Sweetheart, I just watched you kill a man,” he said.

“Who would the police believe? Gruffy you or sweet little me?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“I like you,” he said, pointing the knife at you with a smile. “I could teach you a thing or two.”

“Like how to be sloppy and have a witness around that you have to kidnap?” you asked.

“Like how to know when there’s someone else out there that’s just a little bit off like yourself,” he said, flashing you a teasing smile. “I let you see me tonight, Y/N. I’ve been watching you all week. You’re...different.”

“What if you were wrong and I was some sweet girl,” you said.

“I knew I wasn’t and you are a sweet girl,” he said. “You give money to puppies after all.”

“I like puppies,” you said.

“Everyone likes puppies,” said Dean, rolling his eyes.

“You’re weird,” you said, peeling off your shirt.

“Takes one to know one,” he said. “Now hurry up. You’ve got some dumping basics to learn.”

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, Dean pulling up outside your house a few hours later, a pair of his extra sweats and tee on, purse in your lap.

“Oh and uh, don’t bring personal ID to a murder. It makes losing your license a bit more of a freak out fest than normal,” he said.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said, Dean biting his bottom lip. “You got something to say?”

“I’ll text you sometime,” he said.

“For our next murder?” you joked.

“Movies, murder. Whatever mood we’re in,” he said with a smile.

“I should totally report you,” you said.

“Do that and they’ll never find your body,” he said with a smirk.

“I be you say that to all the girls. Tease,” you said.

“Copycat. A sloppy copycat too. Hit that jugular hard,” he said.

“I need some practice,” you said.

“You’ll get there. The real killers are the ones they never catch,” he said.

“Oh yeah? How do you know they exist if they never catch them?” you asked.

“It’s sort of our...family business,” he said, your eyes widening. “For quite a while. It takes a special person to be with a Winchester.”

“I’m starting to see that,” you said, nodding your head. “Good thing you found me then, huh?”

“Keep that up and I might actually think you’re flirting with me,” he said.

“You’ve been flirting the whole ride home,” you said, opening up the door. “I’ll see you around, Dean.”

“You want to grab lunch tomorrow?” he asked. “Like normal people?”

“I like burgers,” you said. 

“Yup. A murderer and you like greasy food? You’re the one for me, sweetheart,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll text you where to meet.”

“Thanks for the night, Dean,” you said.

“No, thank you, sweetheart. I think you made my year.”

A/N: Read Part 2 here!

[rreader]

I was thinking about something with Merlin, some fluff feelings, where the reader is his apprentice, full of sass with the others kingsmen, especially Eggsy, and he is totally seduced by this ? Thank you ;)

Pairing: Merlin x ReaderFandom: KingsmanWarnings: steamy parts ; language

A/N: gaaah, THANK YOU for requesting something Merlin. I love this guy to bits and he’s one of my favorite characters ever!!! (added Merlin to my fandoms page)

                                                          *****

“Merlin?Have you seen Galahad?” you walked into Merlin’s office, your heelsclicking against the hard floor. He turned around in his chair andtried his hardest not to let you see the effects you were alreadyhaving on him again. What had he been thinking when he hired you..

“He’swith his princess, I think.”

“Where?”

“Athome, I assume? Why?”

Youtook a few steps forward until you were standing right in front ofhim.

“Wouldyou mind?” you pointed towards the console behind him and hequickly got off the chair, before you get any ideas about sitting onhis lap. While the idea of that didn’t sound too bad, getting a boner at workwasn’t something he wanted and your outfit alreadymade his pants feel too tight.

Soyou sat down and typed in a few lines of codes.

Asecond later, a picture appeared in front of you. Of Eggsy and Tildein their bedroom, doing it with each other.

“Oh..uhm..” Merlin didn’t know whether he should turn around to give them some privacy or keep hiseyes fixed on the screen.

Buta second later, he was glad that he didn’t look away.

Yougrabbed the microphone and grinned.

“Galahad!”Eggsy immediately jumped off of Tilde and fell off the bed.

Youstarted laughing, and leaned back into the chair.

“Goodjob,” Merlin placed his hand on your shoulder and patted it.“Taught you well.”

“Thanks,boss,” you winked at him, then turned your attention back tothe screen. “You’re late to your training.”

“Whatthe fuck, (Y/N)!”

“Now,now. I wouldn’t have had to do this, if you had been on time. Soget cleaned up. The cab is already waiting for you.”

“Fuckinghell,” he mumbled and quickly put on his clothes.

Tildedidn’t seem to happy, but Eggsy was more scared of you than Tilde.

Youclosed the video and turned around in the chair to face Merlin.

“I’venever seen him get off her so fast,” Merlin smirked and leanedagainst the desk, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“You’ve seen a lot of this then?” you pointed towards the screen, a smirk already forming on your face, which only grew bigger when he realized that that must have sounded like he watched them fuck regularly, “Hadthe best teacher,” you quickly changed the topic, got up and grabbed your files. “Maybehe’ll even be on time one day.”

“Holdon now, don’t get your hopes up,” both of you started laughing andonly when you stopped, did you realize that you were a little tooclose to him.

So close, that you just had to glance at his lips, that looked very inviting right about now.

Youknew that you were having some effects on him.

Thathe was feeling attracted to you and even though you probablyshouldn’t, you found him extremely attractive as well. He was themost intelligent man you’ve ever have met in your life and even thoughhe was your boss, you couldn’t help but fantasize about him from timeto time, doing things that one should not do with their boss.

Andbefore you even knew what happened, he had pinned you against thedesk, his lips hard against yours and the files all over the floor.

Bothof you used to think of yourselves as professionals. That you couldhandle the sexual tension and just ignore it, especially in the workplace, but now that he was standing between your legs and you could feel hiserection against you, you had no scruples.

Veryprofessional the two of you were.

Youlet out a low moan, when he started kissing your neck, one of yourhands on the back of his head, the other one on his lower back,steadying yourself.

Bothof you were way too distracted with each other, that you forgot aboutEggsy and only remembered when the door opened and he walked in,right before you wanted to open up Merlin’s pants and get to thereally good part.

“Oi! You fuckers think you can stop me from fuckin’ my girlfriend, but you’re doin’ it ‘ere?!”

Merlinquickly jumped back and you off the desk, pretending like nothing ever happened.

“You’relate,” was all you said, before smoothing out your skirt, pickingup the files and walking towards the exit of Merlin’s door for Eggsyto follow you, not even glancing back at Merlin, who only staredafter you dumbfounded.

“Really,Merlin? Really?” Eggsy shook his head, trying to act disappointed,but couldn’t help the smirk that spread on his face.

“Galahad!”you yelled from the hallway and Eggsy didn’t waste another breathbefore he sprinted after you.

Merlinlet out a breath and put off his glasses, so he could run his handover his face.

Somuch for not getting a boner at work.

[tk-duveraun]

Title: Frozen Expressions 5/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic Rating:  T Genre: Romance & Adventure Summary: All Morathis wanted was to save his brother. Despite researching with an intensity to make any member of House Seris proud, it may have been a mistake to approach Lord Faximil for help with the endeavor. Notes:  This Is Fine.png Previous Parts: One Two Three Four

The ceiling is painted a slightly lighter color of cream. One of the soft blue lamps needs a new capacitor. Fox’s sheets are knock offs, not real kilik silk. And Morathis has absolutely no idea what he’s supposed to do now. He’d cleaned up, but his legs were still shaking, so he’d laid back down on Fox’s bed and now he’s back from his own wash and clearly preparing to sleep.

What is the protocol for after a rough, angry kriff with an enemy? Cuddling is certainly out, no matter how much his chilled body wants to feel the fire again. The optimal solution would have been to leave while Fox was washing, but it’s too late for that now. He can leave now, now, but he’d only put his pants back on and his uniform is scattered across at least two rooms and there is no chance of him being able to rummage around for all of it without Fox trying to talk to him.

He shivers, even though he should be warm under the blankets. He supposes the next best option is to sprint to his own room in his pants and simply wear a second uniform tomorrow, but Morathis has no idea where his assigned room is or if his things are even in it, so that plan would require speaking to at least one person, which is out of the question.

Fox yawns loudly because the man wouldn’t know subtlety if it stabbed him in the chest. He stretches his arms and shakes the bed more than a herd of rampaging brontos as he settles into a comfortable position. Really, the mattress quality is complete shite if Morathis is jostled this much.

When the shaking stops, Morathis risks a glance at Fox, who is mercifully facing the opposite direction. But looking is a mistake because it lets Morathis see the shallow scratches he’d left on Fox’s back. He considers just how unthinkable staying to cuddle is and again concludes that the answer is too unthinkable.

“Don’t forget to turn out the lights,” Fox says, as if Morathis is some lover he’d wooed into his bed and not just an angry colleague who’d tried to exorcise his overwrought emotions with a kriff.

It didn’t even work, Morathis thinks, again staring at Fox’s back with his emotions roiling in his chest. It’s completely mad, but his mouth is watering and he feels compelled to pull back the mess the kriff made of Fox’s hair and bite and suck on the man’s neck until the feelings go away or he dies. He’s fairly certain death is better than the shame of the alternative. Even in the throes of puberty he hadn’t felt this out of control of his thoughts and emotions.

Though he never gave his hand the command, it is nevertheless wrapped around Fox’s hair and pulling it away from the man’s neck. Morathis flashes hot and cold a hundred times in a second before he just sends the shutdown command to every part of his body. It doesn’t listen. Instead his mouth decides to say, “This is a disgrace. I don’t understand why Mardh lets you prance around with this womprat’s nest of a mane.”

Fox chuckles and the sound is low and so warm, Morathis feels like he has the sun on his face. Fox turns his face into the pillow to give Morathis full access to said disgraceful mane. His voice is deeper from the sleep creeping into it. “If you have a solution, you’re more than welcome to it.”

And now Morathis has a goal. He has something concrete and solid that he can do. He gets out of the bed and as he searches for a hairbrush he takes mental notes of where all of his clothes are. He sits back on the bed with far more grace than Fox ever could, barely even shifting the other man. He gathers up all of Fox’s hair and carefully removes the tie before brushing it out. In the dim, blue light, his hair looks like a dark swath of color providing enough contrast to make Fox’s skin seem to glow.

While at first Fox made low, contented noises, by the time Morathis has untangled the snares and unbound the knots, the Sith is fast asleep. Morathis gathers the hair together for a ponytail, but freezes at the feel of ice on the back of Fox’s neck. With a frown, Morathis pulls the hair out of the way and leans in for a better look in the light. There, at the end of Fox’s spine is a small, black prick-mark from Morathis’ cursed knife.

No matter how long Morathis leaves his thumb on the mark, it doesn’t warm, but even touching it as he is, Fox doesn’t seem to mind. He doesn’t stir, at least. With a shake, Morathis pushes the thought of the cursed scar away for later. He’s just about to secure the tail with the tie when Morathis realizes the problem.

He shows no signs of waking, but Fox is far from a still sleeper. His legs shift and his arms twitch and he’d moved his head several times over the course of the brushing, only leaving it in place because of Morathis’ grip on his hair. There’s no way a ponytail will last the night with that nonsense. He casts back through his memories until he remembers the simple three-strand braid he used to use to keep computer cables in order. Though Morathis’ hands move surely, the resulting plait is lopsided with strands already fraying out on the sides.

Morathis makes an annoyed sound, but ties off the plait regardless. He presses his eyes tightly closed against the gritty need for sleep and slips back into a lying position.  He’s only just made himself comfortable on his back when he remembers the lights. Grudgingly, he lifts his right hand out of the blankets and snaps his fingers loudly until the audio switch catches the sound and the lights go out.

---

Morathis wakes up warm, comfortable and, above all else, relaxed. Knowing, really knowing that Tava is safe removed the weight of two worlds from his shoulders and he hasn’t felt this at peace since it became obvious Tava was Afflicted in the first place.  Which makes it even stranger that he can’t seem to move. Reluctant to wake up and ruin his peaceful lassitude, Morathis closes his eyes more tightly and presses his face harder into his pillow.

Oh.

His own hair is tightly cropped and regularly groomed, so there’s really no reason he should have a face full of hair. Morathis experimentally tries to move his limbs, but he may as well have not bothered. His right arm is numb and trapped under his pillow. His left is slung over Fox’s waist, which would have been easy enough to fix except that Fox is apparently comfortable clutching onto his wrist with an iron grip in sleep. Morathis’ legs are even more of a lost cause, twisted up with Fox’s in a way that shouldn’t be possible with the hinge nature of knee joints.

Reworking the cost-benefit analysis for learning meditation techniques wars with figuring out how to both extract himself from this ridiculous embrace with Fox and end the morning with an embrace of an entirely different nature. He wants to rub his temples until his brain exorcises all of its silly ideas, but his arms are still trapped, so he can only clench the muscles in his thighs to stave off his body’s physical response.

Then Fox starts shifting around because the insufferable Afflicted can’t do anything subtly, even sleep, and even though Morathis should be capitalizing on the way the grip on his wrist loosens, he’s busy scolding his recalcitrant body about how inappropriate it is to kriff his assignment. He needs to extract himself, get dressed, find his room and then pretend none of this ever happened. He knows exactly where each piece of his uniform is. It shouldn’t take even two minutes to-

Why didn’t I just get dressed and leave instead of finding that flaming hairbrush? Morathis is still mentally chiding himself for his abject stupidity when he hears the bioscanner on the door beep approval and then the door is opening and he thinks he might just die of shame. Liaisons are fine, expected, even, but only so long as they’re discreet. Being seen by Fox’s people is not discreet.

But he’s an ash-ridden Sith. He probably kriffs people all of the time. And he’s between me and the door. It’s fine. This is fine. I can salvage this.

“My Lord, you have a meeting in thirty minutes.”

No, I’m definitely going to die of shame. There’s not a chance in the frozen wastes that Mardh would have missed seeing my uniform, Morathis thinks even as he does his best to make his body limp and his breathing deep and even.

Fox stirs and yawns and squeezes Morathis’s wrist, again as if he’s some hard-won lover, and makes a few sleepy sounds before saying only, “No, I don’t.”

“I’m afraid you do.”

“I don’t schedule meetings his early. I can see the chrono from here.”

Mardh’s tone is patient, as it usually is with Fox. “It’s with the agricultural committee. You agreed to having the meeting at their convenience.”

“Did I agree, or did you agree for me?” Fox asks. He strokes his fingers down Morathis’ arm and then gently extricates himself.

“Does it matter, My Lord?”

“Any other Sith would kill you for this, Ivan.”

Morathis stays perfectly still as he listens to Fox dress and bicker with Mardh. Eventually, the captain leaves without commenting on the Chiss in the room and Morathis breathes a little easier. Twenty minutes after Mardh’s intrusion, Morathis can hear Fox walking out of his bedroom, though the Sith pauses at the door to his receiving room.

“It’s to the left and then the second door on the left.”

There’s no one else in the room. No one else Fox could possibly be talking to. Morathis continues to feign sleep.

Fox isn’t fooled. “Morathis.”

Morathis could yawn and stretch and pretend to have only woken up at the sound of his name, but can’t see the point when Fox has surely known the entire time because the galaxy isn’t a fair and just place. “...What is?”

“Your things.” And then Fox is gone.

[samrudhbaden1994]

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