#IF I WAS IN DANGER AND MY PHONE MADE A LOUD SCARY NOISE ALERTING EVERYONE WHAT I WAS DOING. I COULD BE FUCKED?

[wirtsroom]

i somehow triggered the emergency number button on my phone and it started blaring a fuckinf alarm. Which is so insanely such a bad idea whattt the fuuuck why did it Do that what the fuuuck? Scared me half to death too

[2-cute-4-school]

NCT Dream reaction : another member scares you

Tw : near drowning scare, lots of bugs??

Mark Lee

donghyuck loves teasing mark

you’re mark’s s/o

results : donghyuck loves bullying you

congrats you get a free pass to cry with me cuz donghyuck is ruthless

but you learnt to live with it so it’s okay most of the time

until his friendly teasing involved a quite deep pool and your unprepared form being swung violently into it

so when you submerged underwater and didn’t come back up, mark forgot everything else and dove head first into the pool

his spiderman senses kicked in thank god

donghyuck saw his life flash before his eyes ⊙△⊙

when mark dragged you to the surface and hoisted you out of the water with donghyuck’s help, you took your sweet time before coughing violently

you gotta suck the life out of that dramatic effect ya know

mark coddled you the entire day, embracing your trembling form and keeping hyuck away despite his attempts to apologize to you :<

this man would spend an entire lifetime just taking care of you and smothering you with no complaints i swear cause you became like the centre of the universe for him ಥ_ಥ

writing music? thinks of you ; eating watermelon? y/n would like it ; showering? we could have some fun

but once he tucked you safely into bed and made sure you comfortably fell asleep after a scare that shortened both your lives by 10 years

WWIII commenced （ノ♯｀△´）ノ~’┻━┻

markhyuck summer fight pt.2

Huang Renjun

there’s ONE(1) thing you and renjun totally agree on

scary movies can suck your di- └( ͡° ︿ °͡ )┘

but the other devil spawns ( read dreamies ) decided you deserve suffering their enjoyment blame them

so you’re settled on the couch between china line with renjun trying to keep his macho man facade give up jun we know you’re babie (♥ω♥*)

but still feeling you tremble like a leaf beside him melted his lil heart :((((

so he kept a hand on your knee the entire time, rubbing random patterns on your leg in an attempt to soothe your nerves

the atmosphere became so tense, any hint of conversation dying once everyone was immersed in the movies, an eerie silence enveloping you

but when dear angel chenle decided to shriek in your ears and dig his fingers in you sides let me tell you gals

you jumped out of your skin

and spoiler alert : didn’t land back on the couch

cue dolphin noises

but when you looked up at renjun, a deep pout settled on your lips and glassy puppy eyes ( つ᷄.̯σ̣̥᷅ ) he saw red before his eyes

“YAH ZHONG CHENLE YOU WANTED SCARY MOVIES?!? I’LL GIVE YOU A SCARE ENOUGH FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, YOU RASCAL !!!1!1!!”

no one dares to scare/hurt his baby and escapes unharmed no exceptions sorry

after he taught chenle the lesson of his life, it’s cuddle time!!! (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

he spoons you protectively and smothers you in a TON of kithes until he’s content with hearing your giggles  :>

Lee Jeno

you made it your personal mission to find a way to eradicate all bugs

no cap

and jeno just nodded along to your endless rambling about your strong dislike towards them

let’s be honest here, he was internally gushing at your cuteness like your biggest supporter (　◠ ◡ ◠　)

so when renjun dangerously nears you without a common garden bug  he found during your picnic with the dreamies in between his fingers and sticks it in your face with the hugest shit eating grin (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

you let out the loudest screech and scramble to throw yourself in jeno’s arm who acted like your comfort blanket by now i’m so soft for jeno can you tell????

and he just 「(°ヘ°)

‘my baby?? scared?? the nerve of some people?? gotta!!!show!!them!!no one!!!NO ONE!!!messes with my baby!!!’ (｀Д´)

so he just pats you head lovingly and rubs your back until you calm down enough to let go of him

and then he leaves the cutest *smooch* on your forehead and gets up

he walks calmly towards renjun who was pretending to occupy himself with smoothing down a blanket and just...cracks his knuckles kaneki style

jeno just grabs the biggest bug he was able to find and grips the hem of renjun’s sweats harshly

wanna know what this gangsta beach does?? he frickin throws the bug down poor renjun’s pants

and then just leaves his unfortunate victim thrashing and shrieking for his life and retreats back in your arms like the terrifying baby he is

don’t mistake his softness for you as weakness!!1! he becomes ruthless when it comes to you :<

Lee Donghyuck

he’s already ruthless enough

so please PLEASE for the love of God don’t give him a reason to become even more of a devil spawn

but poor jisung didn’t get the gist bless his pure soul 🐣

you weren’t even that scared when you opened your phone to an remarkably ugly image of a cockroach (basically the same prank that was done to fetus jisung some time ago)

but you still let out a shriek loud enough to alert haechan

and while haechan seemed silent while he smothered you, his mind was going highwire which is NEVER good  (￣ェ￣;)

*time skip to the next day*

3 times

3 TIMES DID JISUNG SEE HIS LIFE FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES IN A SINGLE DAMNED DAY and he’s never been the same since

so when he barges in the living room where sweet innocent hyuck is seated on the couch with you cradled in his lap while feeding both you and himself and watching netflix 

jisung has a fit it was damn time baby chick

“you put cockroaches in the shower, in my cup AND on my pillow, do you want me to die young??!!?”

“they’re fake tho”

“I DIDN’T KNOW THAT WHEN I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK”       ⊙﹏☉

eventually jisung retreated to put some shoes on and leave the dorm for a breath of fresh air after the near-death experience he encountered

“i feel bad for him” you took pity on the kid alright

“don’t worry your pretty head”

and he just kithes the heck out of you and automatically deleted all your worries once immersed in his sweet lips who could resist him tho

until another scream echoes

“IN MY SHOES TOO?!? YOU KNOW WHAT, I MIGHT JUST MOVE OUT”

Na Jaemin

we all know jaemin enjoys photography

and you’d be a fool to believe his camera roll is not ABSOLUTELY FULL of pictures of you both candid and not

he always insisted he takes photos of things he loves or are beautiful and you’re both and even more ✿♥‿♥���

that’s how some of your hangouts turn into mini photoshoots whenever jaemin was in the mood

and that’s how you found yourself modeling for jaemin while the other dreamies were lunging around

“i’m frying over here, can you hurry up?”

“not my fault my baby is the prettiest unlike you gremlins, hyuck”

“what’d you say?!!?!?!!” lowkey ready to swing

jaemin doesn’t spare him a second glance, he can only focus on you :>

“hey honey can you climb on that ledge for me?”

he helps you like the gentleman he is to climb the stone ledge, one hand clutching yours and the other gripping your waist softly (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

so you’re posing, focusing on the camera when you feel a hand tightly clasp over your ankle

and jeez do you scream so loud hyuck was left fried, insulted and deaf

and you can’t even step away from the ledge before jaemin envelops you in his arms and clutches you tightly to his chest

“aigoo aigoo~ my baby it’s okay, nana is here”  in the softest voice possible (๑´ω`๑)

he smooths down your hair, petting it affectionately and as he leans down to smooch your forehead he meets eyes with a sheepish jeno who peeks over from behind the ledge

and jaemin just stares him down with that disappointed mom look 

and jeno just knows he won’t be getting any dinner tonight

but jaemin’s head is full of you you you did i mention you? so he can only coo at you and smother your entire face in little kithes :<

“you’re the absolute cutest and all mine, my cute baby” *bursting uwus* *fake gagging noises in the background from hyuck*

“so candidate no. 2 without dinner tonight huh?” hyuck: “wait no pls”

Zhong Chenle

power napping is your favorite kind of date with chenle

just curling up against each other wherever you two could fit and spooning or just cuddling or even just holding hands if the weather was too hot

okay but just imagine chenle holding someone’s hand while he sleeps i’m ded just imagining it x.x

so it’s already understood that you’re a sleep lover who isn’t tho

and while you fell asleep, chenle still had to wash the dishes after a meal with the dreamies

jaemin being the affectionate person he is cooed over your cuteness and couldn’t help himself from throwing himself beside you on the bed and jumping on it while screaming your name (basically the same thing he did to chenle :)))) )

but unfortunately you were a quite light sleeper and easily startled when woken up suddenly and not so gently  ( ͠° ͟ʖ °͠ )

so you let out a chocked noise that immediately alerted chenle who returned to see you staring at jaemin like a deer caught in headlights 

“ah hyung why would you do that? you scared them like that”

chenle whined as he pushed jaemin away who retreated with slumped shoulders and a pout don’t worry jaems we love you

and chenle just slips under the blanket and brings you closer to lay down together and soothes you ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶

and he just embraces you, tangling your legs together and hiding your face in the crook of his neck while he runs his fingers through your hair comfortingly chenle would make the best cuddle buddy no take-backs

“shh it’s alright, just go back to sleep, i’ll stay with you” (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

with chenle’s assurance and tight grip on your body to bring you as close as humanly possible, you fall back asleep as chenle stares fondly at you

and that’s how chenle escaped washing dishes *ha suck it losers*

Park Jisung

jisung blames mark

mark is his oldest hyung and the supposedly most responsible debatable among them

so how could his leader scare you to tears and then dump your shaking figure for him, the baby, to take care of (ノ-_-)ノ ~┻━┻

jisung could only stare at you as he hovered above your curled up form

“y-y/n, come on, there’s nothing to cry about, hyung didn’t mean it”

*mark facepalms* *sm building facepalms* *the white house facepalms*

mark just motions aggressively to jisung to rub your back 

and jisung pales as if mark suggested going to a haunted house *sigh* jisung you absolute clueless baby

he SUPER HESITATINGLY pats your back awkwardly, but you only curl up into yourself even more

mark pushes jisung to sit down beside you and prompts him to comfort you properly and jisung gulps

“sooo, how are you feeling?”

*well done jisung take a guess you sharp tool* (－‸ლ)

mark is just boiling with worry you might just dump jisung after his worryingly poor attempt when your small voice cuts through

“can you please hug me, sung?” (●´^｀●)

jisung.exe has shut down please retry in a moment

“s-sure, yeah, just-”

but you just slot yourself in his lap and bury your face in his shoulder 

jisung.exe is overwhelmed by your cuteness pls spare him

but he eventually wraps his arms around you too and just rubs up and down, occasionally massaging the nape of your neck gently

“this is actually nice, can we stay like this please?” (⺣��⺣)♡*

you just tighten your grip on him in response

and jisung rests his head on top of your head to hide his reddening face away but also to hold you even closer because despite his shy demeanor he cherishes you so so much so please have patience with this baby

mark just shakes his head from the doorway with a fond smile knowing that you’re just right for each other (︶ω︶)

[wrong-bts-shitposting]

The Cigarette Burner

“He knew he was building a brand for himself by now – the burnt cigarette in the mouth of his victims, the closest everyone will get to the actual evidence tying him to the murders while at the same time being far from it...”

Mafia!Jungkook x Detective!Reader lol??? help

 → summary: You’re on Jungkook’s tail as he carries on doing Mafia stuff. Assigned to stick to him like freshly-chewed gum, you wonder if you can survive this case and tie him to all the murders.

→ genre: dark, angst, fluff, a bit of smut??? (haven’t decided yet)

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   Chapter 1

→ warnings: quite realistic description of the murders, weed mentioning+consumption, guns

→ word count: 2.064 words

  → a/n: Welcome to my first fanfic ever?? I decided to write this as a joke for my friend Lys over here, and she actually really liked it. After months of egging me on to post it, here I am, modifying my female heroine into a Y/N so all of you can read :) Please tell me what you think. I’m looking forward to any criticism, just don’t be mean. I guess that’s it, enjoy the read! I’m trying my best to come up with another chapter soon.

kisses, Omi xx

                Prologue

Everything happens for a reason – or so he tells himself. I’m not a bad man, they’re the ones who deserve punishment is the only thought racing through his head as he watches the life drain through the victim’s eyes. He wasn’t wrong, however. He was just mistaken. He was just as bad as them. How could a cold-blooded murderer play God as if he ruled over the kingdom of the living? A kingdom so beautiful at times, but more often than not, terrifying even to the toughest…  

Another gunshot echoes through the darkest of nights, startling the crows on top of a tall, abandoned building, causing them to caw desperately and flap their raven wings, deserting the place in mere seconds. Heavy footsteps walked towards the unknown man who was barely keeping his eyes open, gripping his chest hastily and fighting for his right to live. Suddenly, he feels the hair at the front of his forehead being latched onto and pulled harshly, causing him to tilt his head up and look the perpetrator in his eyes – a pair of onyx orbs staring right back into his, as if he was receiving some kind of sick pleasure from his pain. “You tried to trick me? Me? Out of all people?” he spat the words so hatefully that he made the dying man shiver. “Mr. Jeon, I swear we delivered the precise amount-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence as Jungkook pressed the warm muzzle of his gun against his forehead and pulled the trigger, watching as blood splattered across the cold ground and all over the front of his white shirt. He lets go of the man’s hair in slight disgust and gets up, scoffing to himself. “I hope Leonard gets the message when he sees you…” he mutters lowly while pulling out a pack of cigarettes, grabbing onto an individual one by its’ neck and shoving it in between the lips of the corpse, lighting it with his Zippo, the whole image becoming a gory, unsettling sight.

He knew he was building a brand for himself by now – the burnt cigarette in the mouth of his victims, the closest everyone will get to the actual evidence tying him to the murders while at the same time being far from it, as the cigarettes always burnt away up to the butt. Without even giving him a second glance, he walks away, twirling his Glock in between his fingers before putting it behind his back, inside the band of his trousers.

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               “This is it, Y/N, I’m really fucking done with this man!” the tall, blond man known by his high status in the Police Department of Los Angeles – the sergeant – almost blurts out in anger as he kicks the door to her office open. “Another day, another body; I’m about to lose my fucking mind” he throws a pile of documents under the name of Jeon Jungkook on your desk, the collision with the hard wood making a loud, slapping noise. “Sir, calm down, I told you I’m your best chance at tying him to all this-“ You stood up from your chair, a bit taken aback by his sudden presence and the fact that his face almost turned bright red from the poor managing of his emotions. “How could I let my best detective just throw herself at some relentless animal?? Tell me how? You know what he’s capable of.“ he walks to her desk, his breathing sounding a bit ragged as rushed up a flight of stairs and kept on raising his voice unintentionally.

               He opens the documents in front of you, gruesome pictures of dead girls almost flying out from in between the sheets of paper that were holding infinite amounts of details related to the autopsy and the surroundings they were found in, everything but one thing: proof that Jungkook is the one behind all this. “You need to understand that if you offer to go undercover, you might become just like them: a pretty face on a maimed body… or vice versa” you roll your eyes at his last comment, not wanting to interfere in his small speech about the girls. “I completely understand, Oliver, but you have to let me in on this. LA is already fucked by his drug cartel, we don’t need them to fear his killings on top of all that” you let out a long sigh, glancing with the corner of your eyes at the poor, poor girls. You knew he was right, and deep within you lay a fear of such death, your heart throbbing at the thought that you might give your life away for a grain of truth.

               A heavy silence fell upon both of you as you stood in the middle of the office, each staring at a random object from the room, hoping that the other would just say something. Anything. Oliver runs a hand through his thick, blonde locks and looks up into your eyes, feeling uneasy “Okay, Y/N, I’ll let you in on this job… But if you die, I’ll be so disappointed”. you quickly deliver him an encouraging smile, the dimple on your right cheek making a glorious appearance on your face “Thank you… I won’t let you down. I hope it doesn’t take too long...” you trail off before walking to your desk slowly, opening the first document that revealed a mesmerizing, yet somewhat scary man: his dark locks contrasted with his dark brown eyes and his really pale skin. The only picture available of him was slightly shaky; depicting him at what you could tell was a club, probably looking up at someone. How they got their hands on this – you’ll never know. But you were thankful that you at least had the smallest of leads on how he looked like. The man breaks the silence once again, letting you know that he’ll be preparing everything that’s needed for later that night, as you were bound to begin as soon as possible to prevent any more tragedies from happening. Amongst the many drug dealers killed, innocent people found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time, falling into the killer’s hands. You nodded to Oliver before he disappeared out of your sight, leaving you alone with your thoughts which only became louder as adrenaline kicked in – you realized you’ll finally come face to face with the most dangerous drug lord. What if I die? What if he finds out who I am? God, I’m an idiot sometimes…

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               You were nervous, you couldn’t lie. You were holding a cold cup of coffee to your chest while staring outside the window of the office, your mind absent. You knew that Paula, Oliver’s assistant was almost done packing the bag which only contained clothes and a really small, device, which could easily be hidden almost anywhere. It served the purpose of alerting the police once you were in real danger or once you considered that you’d found out everything needed to throw him behind bars. You hear your phone go off and pull it out of your pocket, reading the text that popped up on the screen “I’m done, come downstairs and meet me” the name above the text was Paula. Sipping the last drops of your coffee, you throw the cup into the trashcan near your chair and walk out of the office, running both hands through your hair as if it weighed you down greatly. Everything around you felt heavy; it felt like you were walking to your death sentence – which was… probable. “Miss Y/L/N” shouted a high-pitched voice, reeking your ears painfully. You could never stand Oliver’s assistant, you thought she didn’t deserve her job, but only got it because of her looks. Shaking the thought away, you force a smile and walk to Paula, who was waiting next to one of the police cars which was often used by the detectives when going undercover – a black Mercedes. She reaches her arms forward, almost pushing the bag into your embrace “The clothes are a bit… revealing. Jeon is known for liking… naughty women.” Paula’s sentencing almost made you choke on your tongue, a slight blush appearing on your pale cheeks. Is this girl serious? How could Oliver hire such an unprofessional woman… Your biggest problem was your judgmental nature. Maybe it came from years of working for LAPD; meeting all kinds of people – the dumbest to even the smartest of criminals, whom you respected for their skillfulness, but despised for the field they chose to display it on.

               You hold the bag to your chest, afraid to open it, not knowing what clothes were chosen for you to wear. You could work with anything, well… almost anything. You weren’t going to flaunt your body around in patches of cloths rather than feel more comfortable in slightly revealing clothes. Giving Paula a soft glare, you unlock the car and throw the bag inside “I’ll go now, tell Oliver I’m not going to disappoint him”. The assistant watches you sit in the car and drive away, wondering if you know where you’re headed.

               You had the documents with you, hidden in the glove box, as you had been analyzing them all day. You noticed Jungkook had a habit of visiting a strip club named Trinity, somewhere downtown, almost speeding to that place as your memory had reminded you of it. You were thinking of your boyfriend and family, not to mention your friends. Bound to be gone for a while, you knew they’d start worrying. The worst part was not being able to connect with them or even see them, just to let them know that you’re doing fine.

               What a shabby place… is this where I’m supposed to be? You wished your thoughts would just shut up at times, as they only made you grow more anxious. Parking the car in a very dark place, on an alley, you glance at the board of the car, becoming aware that it was well past 11 PM at that point. Rifling through the bag on the passenger’s seat, you pull out what seems to be a baby blue, short dress with noodle straps and a pair of white high heels. You let out a really long sigh, although you were glad it wasn’t the worst outfit ever. You might’ve as well worn this at some point in time when going out clubbing. Making sure no one’s around, you quickly change in the car and hides the small device in between the foam and the material of your bra, on the inside. Okay, I’m ready… somewhat ready. It won’t be bad, right? He can’t be that bad.

               The bodyguards let you get through quite easily as you batted your long eyelashes at them and pleaded them nicely. Upon opening a heavy door and walking down a set of stairs, your mind could only comment on how sketchy it all looked. This definitely isn’t filled with criminals… A thick cloud of smoke could be cut apart with a knife, and as you waved your small hand near your face to push it away, you see him. All the way back in a corner, dimly lit by a red light, he sat sprawled back on a cozy couch, surrounded by girls… and a few of his men. He was wearing a black shirt, the top buttons of it undone, paired with black jeans and a pair of worn-out black boots. You stop dead in your tracks, your lips parting so softly and slightly, your bright blue eyes slowly widening at the sight of him. This man was… gorgeous.  How could you think such things about a criminal? As you indulge in the sight, from across the room, Jungkook notices everything. His keen eyes saw everything the second it moved, one of the things which annoyed most people he knew. He shifts his dark orbs towards the front door and sees you, slightly scanning your face as it was the only thing he could see through the crowd of people dancing around. Your eyes meet his briefly and you swallow tightly – understanding that there’s no turning back now. He was watching you curiously, although his glance was too intense, burning holes through you, wanting to find out everything about you on the spot.

               I will definitely throw this mission…

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Misconduct

Series Summary: After the events of Civil War, Steve and his team are stuck in their compound. Following a mission, you disagree with your stalwart leader but he does not take kindly to your defiance.

Sequel to Insubordination and Pulling Rank

Chapter Description: Steve takes the team on a mission but returns with a vengeance.

Warnings: dub/non-con and explicit sex (including oral) Obviously 18+ (like this whole blog) This chapter: masturbation and rough sex

Note: Okay, so here’s another follow up to this one. Hope you all enjoy some Scary Steve! He gets a bit terrifying in this one but I had fun writing him at least.

Anyhow, thanks for reading. Feel free to send an ask, reblog, or reply of your thoughts:)

You were relieved when Steve took the team on their next mission. It was only days after he had dragged you back to his room and since, you had been certain that he would barge in on you at any moment. In any place. You realized, through pointed stares and subtle grins, that he was toying with you. If he didn’t relish so much in your discomfort, he’d likely have acted on his obvious urges. He had taken to finding you in the most chance of instances; in the kitchen or the lounge, watching you through the clear glass wall of the gym. He always turned away when others could notice him. He was sly.

And so your goodbye with Nat was bittersweet. You hated to see her go but were relieved for Steve’s absence. This mission would see everyone away from the compound but you. You weren’t sure if the solitary break would ease your nerves or drive you mad. You watched the jet depart over the horizon and exhaled the breath you had been holding in dread. It was as if a pressure had been lifted from your chest. He was gone.

It took fifteen minutes of disbelief to settle down. Then you wandered the halls until you came upon the gym. It had been a while since your last fulfilling workout. You hurried to your room and changed, returning and taking your time in your reps on each machine. You were more relaxed as you finished your cool down stretches and dragged your feet back to your room. You flopped on your bed, your phone right beside you on the mattress as you closed your eyes. It had been so long since you felt like you.

You flipped on your television as you lazed across the bed and lost yourself in the drone of dialogue. You weren’t really paying attention but the white noise it provided calmed you further. It must have been hours spent doing nothing but staring at the screen before you returned to reality. Your phone buzzed as if to call you back to earth. Your eyes snapped open and you turned to stare at the small device. It was likely Nat telling you that they had reached the safe house, or maybe that they were on their way to the drop point. Whatever it was, any news was better than no news.

The small vibration continued to rumble your bed. You huffed and reached over clumsily to retrieve the phone. You lifted the screen to find it filled with notifications. None of them were Nat. Steve’s name blinked at you and you scrolled down. ‘Hey’; ‘Answer me’ ; ‘Y/N’ ; ‘Answer me now, soldier’. The last message had you sitting up straight. Your hand shook as you unlocked the phone and your thumb hovered over the text box. What could you say?

‘What?’ You typed tersely. You cringed the second you hit send. That wasn’t right.

‘One more chance to get it right, soldier,’ Steve replied and you gripped the phone, wanting to smash it on the night table.

‘Yes, Captain,’ You keyed in the message with derision, happy he could not see the scowl on your face. You waited for his response. As the minutes ticked by, you thought perhaps he was done. Merely playing with you from afar.

‘Top drawer. White box.’ The bubble blipped up and you slowly glanced over at your dresser. The phone shook again. ‘New uniform. I wanna see it on, soldier.’

You didn’t move, lowering the phone as you stared at the television. Even so far away, he had a hold over you. You could ignore him but knowing he would return and your plight made all the worse by such inaction, you looked to the screen again. Another vibration tickled your palm. ‘Five minutes, soldier. If I have to tell you again, your next exercise won’t be so easy.’

‘Yes, Captain,’ you repeated and set down your phone. So much for alone time.

Your life had come to be a maelstrom of uneasiness and Steve's shadow loomed even as he was miles away. You sighed and pushed yourself from bed, crossing to your dresser wearily. You shifted the top drawer open and a white box sat atop the rest of your underwear and bra. It hadn't been there that morning. Steve must have slipped in before his final briefing. The thought of him unknowingly coming and going from your room was chilling.

You took the box and set it on the top of the dresser. You shakily opened the lid, almost dropping it back in place as you saw its contents. A black lace bodysuit which couldn't possibly offer an ounce of modesty. You shook your head and grabbed your phone, your thumbs working furiously; ‘you can't be serious.’

Then your phone began to chime. You stared as Steve's name stood bold against the call screen and you swore, dragging your finger to answer. “You best get your uniform on, soldier.” Steve’s harsh command rose from the speaker. ‘Two minutes left.’

You hissed and placed the phone on the dresser beside the box, almost slamming it there. You tore your shirt over your head with a grumble. “I expect a response, soldier.’ The speaker barked.

“Yes, Captain,” You fought to keep the derision from your tone.

You removed your leggings next, making silent and quick work of your clothes. You sat on the edge of the bed to slip your feet through the leg holes, standing as you shimmied into the lace. You reached back to secure the hooks, the cups uncomfortable against your chest. The bottom was much too high cut, offering little cover to ass or thighs. 

“Ugh,” You huffed unthinkingly.

“What was that?” Steve intoned dangerously.

“I said I'm done,” You lied.

“With five seconds to spare, soldier,” Your phone clicked as the call ended and messenger began to sing instead. You reluctantly took the phone and answered the video call. Steve appeared, shoulders bare, hair slightly askew, his eyes dangerous. “Well, let me see.”

You chewed your lip before a quiet ‘yes, Captain’ slipped out and you carried the phone to the tv stand, shutting off the bigger screen as you rested the smaller one upright against it. You backed away carefully, coming into full view of the camera. You tried not to look at him. He was much easier to avoid on a six-inch screen.

“Mmm,” He hummed in approval, “Now, when I get back, I'd say maybe three days, I want you in uniform. Just like this soldier.” He inhaled heavily and you could hear the predatory bristle in his breath. “Zero-hundred hours, my quarters. Understood?”

You crossed your arms, looking away as you nodded and muttered just loud enough for the mic. “Yes, Captain.”

“I expect you to stand at alert. Arms at the side, shoulders straight, eyes forward.” You stiffly fixed your posture and swallowed your irritation. “Better,” He praised. “It's too bad you got yourself suspended. I could use a soldier like you on missions…” His blue eyes were smoky even through the screen was at a distance. “Even officers need their r and r.”

You lowered your lashes, embarrassed at his comments. When had you become just an object to him? You had once been colleagues; peers; you daresay, friends. All this over a dumb argument. Well, it was more than that. He had changed since you had come to the compound. A kicked dog nipping at all who got close enough. You had merely been the unfortunate victim trapped in his maw.

You heard the shutter of a screenshot being taken and were drawn back to the present. “What are you doing?” You hissed.

“It's going to be a long three days,” He smirked. “I'm already rock hard, soldier.” You blinked, staring at the phone as you neared and lifted it from the stand. “Unfortunately I do have an early morning,” He continued casually, “And with this team, I can't see this mission going smoothly.” He raised a cynical brow, “I'll see you when I get back. Full inspection.”

The call ended at that and you frowned at the phone, slowly setting it flat beside the television. You were tired but you saw little sleep ahead of you. Before anything, you had to get out of this awful body suit. That at least would help you breathe.

***

It was only two days. You hadn’t managed to relax since the phone call and Steve’s impending return had you even more anxious than his presence. Anticipation was often worse than endurance. You were in the kitchen when you heard the jet on the pad atop the building. You were tempted to dump the chopped veggies and hide in your room without dinner but you knew there was no avoiding him. Besides, he had already taken so much from you. You weren’t going to let him take everything. You continued to dice the peppers, pulling a few more from the fridge. The team would likely be hungry and you couldn’t punish them for their leader’s proclivities.

Sam was the first to stomp in, his loud voice entering before him. “Mmm, what is that smell?” He boomed from the hall as you sizzled the onion in a pan. “Anything’s better than those ration packs.” He marched in, dragging his wings by the strap as he placed them heavily against the counter. “I see you’ve been enjoying your alone time.”

“Yeah, I…” Steve entered just behind Sam, crossing his arms as his eyes found you over his teammate’s shoulder. He leaned against the wall, watching you. His face showed little more than his usual stoniness. You turned and dumped the peppers from the cutting board into the pan, “I heard you guys arrive so I, um, added more.”

“You know a man well,” Sam joked and you heard more voices. Nat and Wanda were laughing as they appeared and greeted you warmly.

“Need help?” Wanda asked in her stoic accent.

“If you want,” You shrugged, continuing your work, “You did just get back. You guys are welcome to just chill.”

“Yeah, I mean, I doubt she’s expended her energy much in our absence,” Steve’s deep timbre cut through, “Barely more useful here than in the field.”

“Steve!” Nat hissed as she turned on him, “What the fuck?”

You saw the twitch in his jaw as he measured her before him. His blue eyes flicked to you for a second. Fuck, that did not bode well. He raised his brow sharply, “We’re a small team. Efficiency over numbers.” He growled, “I wouldn’t be much of a captain if I sugar-coated everything.”

“Not much of one when your such an asshole,” Nat snapped, “For fuck’s sake, give her a break. All you do is bitch.”

“All I do is watch your ass,” He retorted, pushing himself from the wall, “And hers,” He gestured at you, “And hers, and his.” He pointed to Wanda and Sam in turn. “And all I ask is that you fucking listen. And pay me the respect I’m due.” His hands were on his hips, making his shoulders look even bigger, “But here you are, mouthing off. And all for her? Who can’t take a single fucking order!”

“Let it go, Steve,” Sam chimed in “What was it? A week ago? Jesus.”

“She’s lucky she’s still here,” Steve snarled as he looked around at his team, “All of you are. This isn’t Tony’s parade, it’s mine. My team, my rules. You knew that when you joined up.”

You shook your head, a quiet sigh as you added the chunks of chicken to the vegetable medley. You turned back to grab some seasoning, sensing the heat of Steve’s glare. You looked up as he faced tensed at the sight of your silent defiance. He stepped forward, Sam’s hand on his chest keeping him from coming closer. “Cool down, man.”

“You got something to say, soldier?” He barked and you froze. You reeled as if slapped at the use of the title. “I see you over there rolling your eyes, so you got something to say, go on.”

You weren’t sure how this had all turned on you. You hadn’t said anything. You had done your best not to. “I…” You glanced around, Wanda and Nat looked terrified. “Nothing, Captain.”

“No, no, I can see it,” He pushed against Sam who strained to hold him back. “Go on and say whatever’s bouncing around in that simple head of yours.”

This was the last thing you had expected. Your plan had been to appease him; keep him as happy as he could be and be done with it. Yet, passivity had never been your strong suit and with a super soldier rearing at you, you had to bite back. “This isn’t what we signed up for,” You uttered grimly, “You’re not the man you were.”

“Let me go!” Steve tried to shove Sam away and Nat and Wanda grabbed his arms, the three of the barely able to keep him away from you. “I’ll show you who’s Captain, soldier.”

“She didn’t do anything, Steve,” Nat grunted, “Leave her alone!”

They struggled a little longer as you pressed yourself against the counter and finally Steve relented. He backed off and shook away the other three, pushing  Sam sharply. “Bunch of ingrates.” He growled, “All of you.” His chest rose and fell as he slowly retreated to the door, cracking his knuckles. “Post-mission briefing in one hour. If you’re late, you can join Y/N during our next mission.”

With that, Steve swept through the door and left the rest of you stunned. He had been temperamental lately but he hadn’t been so openly volatile. Your heart was pounding as you stared the door frame. You had been certain he was about to strip you down in front of everyone. Or worse. You gulped and slowly turned back to the stove, stirring the contents of the pan with a spatula. Your hand was shaking.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Nat asked quietly as she neared.

“Please,” You sniffed, “You guys shouldn’t have done that.”

“Defend you?” Sam scoffed. “We’re a team.”

“No, we’re not,” You breathed, “Not to him.”

“Y/N,” Wanda was at your elbow, her hand gently touched your shoulder. You looked up at her and her eyes searched yours. Her lips parted as if she could see right through you. “Did…” Her voice died and she looked around suddenly, as if recalling the others, “We only want to help.”

“Let him be mad,” You muttered glumly, “He’ll get over it,” You turned away evasively, “Really, we’ve all seen his moods. We should just--you guys, just let me finish dinner, please.”

You could sense them looking at each other but they didn’t say anything further as you ignored them for the stove top. You waited for them to leave, their footsteps hesitantly passing into the dining room. You stepped back from the oven and shook your head. Shit.

***

When you finally returned to your room, the team was in their briefing. You had your television going but couldn’t focus on anything but Steve’s presence. He was there, in the compound, and he was pissed. You were trying to dissociate when your phone buzzed on the night table. You looked over and your chest felt heavy. You bit the inside of your lip and reached over.

‘Zero hundred hours. My room. Don’t forget your uniform, soldier.’ Steve’s text was decisive. An order you couldn’t ignore especially after the episode in the kitchen. You checked the time. One hour. The briefing must have gone late. It was a couple minutes before you could move, a few more to dig up the body suit, longer to put it on. You hid it beneath a hoodie and some loose sweats, combing out your hair as you pulled on a pair of slip-on shoes. After a moment in crisis, you had ten minutes left. Enough to finish up your panic attack and get to Steve’s room.

You crept down the hall. The compound was quiet. The others had likely slunk back to their rooms after a lecture from their valiant leader. There was worse in store for you. It wasn’t far, a couple doors away. You stood before Steve’s room and stared. Just knock. You couldn’t stand there all night. You stiffly raised your hand, trembling, but you couldn’t do it.

The door opened anyway and you were caught in the cross hairs like a rabbit. Steve tilted his head as he stared down at you, gripping the door as he looked you over. “You’re late,” He greeted starkly, “I said zero hundred exactly.” You sputtered at him, unable to summon an excuse, and he grabbed your upper arm, nearly pulling you off your feet as he dragged you inside. The door shut with a thunderous click.

He released you and you nearly tripped over yourself. “Attention,” He called and you stood straight. “Uniform?” He asked as he rounded you, his eyes scouring your lazy attire.

“Captain,” You hastily unzipped your hoodie and revealed the bodice of the bodysuit. He nodded and watched patiently as you undressed; your clothes folded a top your shoes as you tucked them aside beside the door. You returned to your stance, shoulders straight and eyes forward.

“Mmm,” He walked another circle around you. You noticed how his hand balled into a tight fist. “Looks even better in person,” He came up behind you, his warmth searing your back, “Earlier, in the kitchen; not good.” His voice was dangerous, “You don’t know how close I was…” He inhaled deeply, pressing against you, “I could’ve had you bent over right there, soldier. Do you think they could really stop me?  Hmm? I let them stop me.”

You stayed silent, swallowing your fear. His tone sent a trickle of ice down your spine. “Tell me, how have I changed?” He leaned down, his voice gravelly in your ear.

You kept yourself from wavering as your legs threatened to buckle. “I...you...are different. Rougher,” His hand tickled the bottom of your ass, “Angrier,” His other snaked up, fingertips dancing along your throat, “Darker.”

“Heh,” He scoffed, his fingers stretching across your neck, “I think maybe you just have a problem with authority.” He sneered, “A good soldier knows their place. Holds their tongue.” He rescinded his hand and stepped away, smacking your ass hard enough that you stumbled forward. “You still lack discipline.” You could hear his belt buckle as he undid it. “Bend over. Touch your toes, back straight.” You did as he said, cringing as you gave him a full view of your ass, barely concealed in the bodysuit’s thong. “Hold just like that.”

It was a standard stretch but holding the position not so much. The first minute was easier, even the second was little strain. But then your muscles began to strain and the urge to look back as you heard his movement and the rustle of his clothing combined to make you restless. Your thighs began to burn, and your arms a little, your lower back adding to your discomfort.

“Good form, soldier,” His hand surprised you as he touched the small of your back, “Should we do another five minutes?” You clenched your jaw as he kneaded your ass. “I would but...we have a long night. I don’t want you to spend yourself in the first hour.” His hands squeezed your ass and he backed away again. “Stand straight, soldier.”

You righted yourself, the blood rushing from your head where it had gathered. You were almost dizzy for the sudden shift. Steve came up in front of you; naked. With each step, his thick cock bobbed and you kept your eyes on his face. 

“You know what,” He neared, grabbing the lace between your cleavage, “I prefer you without a uniform.” He rent the bodysuit down the middle, tearing straight between the cups and down the stomach. The fabric went loose around you, slipping down your legs as he tugged it past your thighs and let go. “You know, your suspension doesn’t have to be all bad,” He grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger, “If you just followed orders, you could make everyone happy.”

“Yes, Captain,” You said in resignation, staring up at him dully. You just wanted him to be done with it. You hated his little taunts and jabs. It made it all more unbearable.

He removed his hand from your chin and turned, dragging the armchair so that it was right before you. He gestured you to sit and you obeyed without argument. Once sat, he pushed your knees apart as far as they could go. He stood straight, backing up as his eyes swept over you coolly. 

“We’ll start easy,” His cock twitched, “Touch yourself.”

Your face dropped. You blinked at him dumbly but his silence and the fiery look on his face assured you that you hadn’t misheard him. He waited, expectantly, but you knew he had little patience. You reluctantly brought your hand forward and slipped it down your thigh, inching towards your pussy. You had to look away as your fingers grazed your folds, dipping between your folds.

You dragged two fingers up to your clit, spreading the slickness which had started to pool there. You were embarrassed at your own arousal. You pressed on your bud, rubbing carefully back and forth as your nerves stirred. You closed your eyes, pressing your lips together as you tried to ease yourself into it. The only sound in the room was Steve’s even breaths.

“Now, soldier,” He commanded in a sultry voice, “You don’t stop til you cum.”

“Y-yes, Captain,” You replied in a brittle voice.

You caught yourself falling into your usual habits; dissembling before him. You pushed your legs against the arms of the chair, drawing circles more vigorously around your clit. The atoms more easily flurried, a vortex building within. Your head lolled across the back of the chair, your free hand across your chest as your breath picked up. Streaks of fire formed along your thighs and all once the heat erupted and you moaned as you reached apex; the fall as steep as the climb.

Your hand closed over your pussy as you quivered on the chair. You knew he was there, watching, but you just didn’t care in that moment. You slumped in the chair but not for long as Steve grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to your feet. He turned you sharply as you were off balance, barely able to keep yourself upright in the after waves. He growled as he shoved your shoulder and you were forced to bend, catching yourself on the seat of the chair.

He smacked your ass. You whined and he grabbed your hips roughly to keep you from moving. “You’re quite skilled at that, soldier,” His hand felt around between your legs, guiding his cock along your folds. “You must have a lot of practice.” You dropped your head in shame, holding yourself up against the chair. “Hmm? Do you touch yourself a lot?” He continued to rub himself along your entrance, teasing you. “Every night?”

“I…” You shudder, your arms shaking. “Not every night, Captain…” You bit your lip. Sparks burst up your spine as he pushed just his head inside you. “M-most, though.”

“Mmmmp,” He impaled you entirely at the confession, forcing you onto your tiptoes. You were jolted forward, your elbow bent on the chair as you arched your back. “No self-control at all.”

His hands slid lower around your hips, lifting you almost entirely of your feet as he thrust into you. You moaned, gripping at the cushion as he plunged into you, the sound of your juices filled the room. He was moving your whole body. Your arms shifted on the seat as hips snapped violently against your ass.. You were muttering to yourself as he fucked you, your thighs stung from the force of his relentless thrusts.

“We really have to work on that discipline soldier,” He spoke between shallow breaths, not missing a beat, “You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to. You don’t cum--” He smacked your ass, “Until I tell you to.”You gritted your teeth as you felt the blooming, your next orgasm rising quickly. You began to tremble and bit down on your hand. “Not yet.” He warned but did not slow his pace. “Not yet.” He warned again and you held your breath, “Ah, ah, ah,” He had you completely off the floor, your legs dangling as he hammered into you.

“Ahhh--Now!” He pushed himself as deep as he could go and you spasmed.  

Your climax burst forth and you dropped your head down on your arm. The ripples coursed through you and Steve quickly picked his motion up, his own groans hinting at his looming peak. He pulled out all too soon and let go of you as he stroked himself urgently. You fell to your knees painfully, legs folded beneath you. Steve grunted as strings of warm cum spilled across your shoulders and you leaned against the chair weakly.

You fought to catch your breath as he seized your hair and pulled you back onto your ass. Your palms met the floor hard as you kept yourself from falling entirely and he bent over you. “That was your warm up, soldier,” He lifted you by your hair onto your feet as he stood straight, “Your real training is about to begin.”

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Queen of Hearts (Ch.8)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here

Warnings: Some cursing, NSFW 

Note: It’s a long chapter, but I hope you enjoy! Also thanks for all the incredible love and support I received from the last chapter! It REALLY means a lot to see it so thank you!!!!! <3 <3  Also, if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know, I’ll be more than happy to do so! (Or removed) 

Word Count: 3834

Summary: It’s the day of the Five Kingdoms Festival, but not everything goes as planned. Drake tries to help Emma unwind a bit and they reveal they’ve both been struggling since the attack at the Homecoming ball. 

Chapter 8: Army (Lady Antebellum)

On the front line, she's a statue, a safe place to run to The strength I need to get through every day

So if anybody thinks I'm a hero When they watch me walk right into the flames I'm just marching to the sound of her heartbeat Yeah, I'm a soldier but if I'm a solider She's an army, an army, an army Yeah, she's an army, an army, an army

I ain't never been one to back down for the battle, yeah And she knows that better than anyone When I'm under fire when it's down to the wire I know she's my loaded gun

Down in the boutique, Bertrand frantically searched through the racks before finding the perfect outfit. A royal blue blazer with a pink satin blouse underneath, tucked into some black pants with a Cordonian broach to complete the look.

“It’s perfect Bertrand, thank you.”

Liam held his arm out to Emma and smiled.

“We should be getting to the festival then.” She took his arm and they strolled out. Citizens and nobles mingled among the various booths, full of food and drink, and some games. Mara nodded, giving them the all-clear, the festival was safe. Emma took a look around and noticed that despite the size of the crowd, it was lacking energy. She spotted her friends over by the fountain and made her way over.

“Is it just me or does the festival seem to have a grey cloud hanging over it? This is a big deal.”

“It does. That's why it's so important for all of us to be seen out here enjoying ourselves. If we don't feel safe in the wake of the attack, then there's no reason they should either.”

“So, as the King, you're ordering us to have fun?” Maxwell grinned.

“If we plan our time carefully, we can make it to every booth!” Hana began working on a plan in her head.

“Wait. I signed up for a good time, not a fixed schedule.” Before Hana could defend her idea, Olivia strolled up.

“Emma, I see you're okay.” Emma rushed over and pulled Olivia into a hug. She stood there stiffly, just briefly returning the embrace before Emma let go.

“Don't ever do that again.” She scowled.

“I'm happy to see you too.” Press snapped pictures as Olivia straightened out her dress.

“How did you get out of the ball? I didn't see you after the lights came back on.”

“I was in the back of the crowd. Almost got trampled by a bunch of fleeing nobles, far more dangerous than those mask-wearing cowards.”

“I thought you were leaving court. Does this mean you've decided to stay after all?”

“I have. You and Liam could use all the support you can get right now. A few men who choose to hide behind masks won't scare away a Nevrakis. I should be off though, shame anyone who dares think it's okay to turn their backs on the King.”

“Well, she seems to be doing fine.” Emma turned back to her friends.

“I have to go tend to some last-minute arrangements before the press conference. Before I go, as King, I have decided that Hana gets to pick the first activity.” Drake began to protest.

“It's okay Drake, I'm picking archery. It can't be that hard!” A few rounds in, Maxwell and Drake still hadn't hit their targets, but Hana had made almost every shot perfectly.

“Of course, Hana excels at everything,” Drake grumbled.

“Are those scary targets getting to you, Drake? It's okay you can tell us.” Emma teased.

“They're part of Cordonian history. A symbol of the defeat over evil.” Hana said.

“I don't think it's symbolic if you have to lecture me about it.”

“Show him how it's done, Emma!” Hana handed over a bow and arrow. Emma faced down the target when there was a loud pop behind her in the crowd. Her grip loosened on the arrow but she forced herself not to flinch. She saw Drake flinch and grab his shoulder out of the corner of her eye. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her grip on the arrow and let it fly, it found it's true target. The crowd around them applauded and Emma let out a breath she had been holding in.

“You okay?” She whispered to Drake. He nodded and took a few deep breaths to steel his nerves. When she looked around she found the source of the noise, a child whose balloon had popped and was now crying over it.

“We're safe.” She squeezed his hand and he nodded.

“Hana, have you made every bull's-eye?” Maxwell gawked.

“Yes! I've had plenty of free time to explore new hobbies since I'm no longer doing what my parents expect of me.”

“I've had enough of this. I'm picking our next stop.” Drake meandered over to the makeshift bar. Emma started to follow when Mara came running up.

“Emma!” she turned to see a hooded figure running towards her. Mara was getting ready to tackle him, but Emma realized it was just a man in a Five kingdoms costume.

“Mara stop!” Mara skid to a halt just before she was going to tackle him. The crowd let out relieved sighs as the man obliviously ran by to a pie station.

“I'm sorry your Grace. He was moving too quickly.” Emma took a deep breath and smiled, reminding herself to stay calm for the people.

“It's okay, Mara. No one got hurt. We're all fine.” Emma said finally joining her friends.

“Drink tasting huh? It's not just Cordonian apple cider and apple juice?” Drake grinned.

“No! One of the ancient kingdoms brewed an ale that was decent. It was called the Skullcracker ale.” Emma raised an eyebrow.

“You want to drink something that has Skullcracker in the name?”

“Their descendants are keeping up the tradition.” Drake took a pint of dark ale and passed out cider to everyone else.

“To making Cordonia proud.” Hana held up her glass and everyone followed suit. The cider was sweet with a sour aftertaste that made Emma want to drink more.

“How's your shoulder, Drake?” Emma asked.

“It's getting better every day.”

“Good. I hope you know how grateful I am Drake. How grateful we all are, Cordonia especially. The country owes you and your family a lot.”

“If you say so, Barnes.”

“You're worth more than all these stuffy nobles combined.” Drake snickered.

“I can think of lots of people who'd disagree with that.”

“Fuck them all, Drake. They're all wrong.”

“Maybe you're right, Barnes.” Drake's lips began to twitch into a smile.

“Of course, she's right Drake! We've finished our drinks though, let's go bob for apples!” Maxwell practically skipped over to the apple bobbing station.

“So, what’s the history behind this? Was there a great famine and the nation survived off of only apples?” Drake snickered at the sarcastic comment.

“Actually, it’s just kind of a national pride thing.” Maxwell shrugged. One by one their friends approached a bucket, except for Maxwell. He shuffled, squatted, and stood, mumbling something to himself about angles.

“What are you doing, Maxwell?”

“The queen to be bobbing for apples, it’s the perfect photo op!” Emma rolled her eyes.

“Not everything has to be about the press Maxwell, you’re starting to sound like Bertrand. Today is about having fun! Come on, try to get an apple!” Emma spotted the perfect apple, a Cordonian Ruby floating near the surface, she leaned in and carefully bit the apple, pulling it up for everyone to see. The crowd cheered, and the press snapped pictures as she took a bite. People finally began to approach the booths, encouraged by the other's participation. Maxwell sat up with an apple in his mouth, beaming.

“I got one!”

“Nice work.” Liam strolled up.

“Are you going to join?” Hana asked.

“Unfortunately, not this time. I’m here to fetch Lady Emma, official business.”

“Right, the press conference.” She wiped the water off her chin and followed Liam to the small podium set up by the entrance to the palace. The press was already waiting, eager to hear what they may have to say. Liam began with his opening remarks about the festival being a symbol of strength and unity, leading right into Emma’s announcement.

“Now. I believe Duchess Emma would like to make an announcement while we are on the topic of unity.” Emma stepped forward to the front of the podium giving Liam a warm smile.

“We would like to announce that despite recent events, King Liam and I will still be moving forward with plans for our wedding. That being said, we are announcing a sort of engagement unity tour. We will be visiting all the noble houses of Cordonia to personally invite them to our wedding which will be taking place at the end of the tour.”

“Trend will also be running an exclusive with their engagement photos and some behind the scenes of the wedding planning.” Ana de Luca added.

“That’s correct, thank you, Ana. I’m sure you all have plenty of questions about the tour.” Reporters near Ana clambered to try and get a first look at the engagement photos when someone finally asked the question that had been on everyone’s mind.

“How safe is Cordonia after the attack on the palace?” Emma and Liam shared a look, she decided to take the question.

“I understand that many of you are still nervous. The royal guard and King Liam are doing everything in their power to prevent another attack and find those responsible.”

“Thank you, Duchess Emma, I’m sure the Cordonian people will feel safer just hearing that.” Liam flashed Emma a grateful smile as the press continued to ask another question, but they were interrupted by the sound of a news alert going off across everyone’s phone. Emma was suddenly reminded of the night the pictures of Tariq in her room leaked, she knew it couldn’t be good.

It was a video from the attackers, they wore the same tactical masks they used the night they attacked the homecoming ball. They accused Liam of being unfit to rule as they felt he was part of an already corrupt family, they demanded that he give up the throne or else there would be blood. The festival around them erupted into chaos. Reporters on their phones with editors, people running around looking for their children, the calm that had settled over the crowd was gone.

“If everyone could please remain calm.” Liam tried to gain control of the crowd, but it was no use, the people were scared, and frankly, so was Emma, but she knew she needed to do something.

“Listen up!” she yelled in her booming New Yorker voice, demanding the attention of everyone, the crowd fell silent.

“Thank you. This video is very disturbing, but I promise that we will do everything we can to find those who are responsible for it.” Liam looked out on the crowd, his face set with determination and anger. No one threatened his people and got away with it.

“What about their demands, King Liam? Are you going to give up the throne?” The question caught Liam off guard.

“What kind of King would he be if he did? Only a weak king would give in to the demands of men who can’t even show their faces when they threaten us. Liam would never allow Cordonia to fall into the hands of such cruel people and you shouldn’t be asking him to.” Liam stepped up alongside Emma.

“Emma is right. I will never give in to the demands of terrorists!”

“Forgive me for asking your Majesty. I’m sure that our readers and all of Cordonia will feel safe, knowing the crown is dealing with this threat.” Liam nodded and they both waved to the crowd, the sound of clapping surprised them. Despite the video that had rattled the attendees, they were reassured by Liam and Emma’s words.

Later that evening, Bertrand came rushing up.

“I saw what happened today. It was a PR miracle.” Emma sighed.

“I’m glad we were able to make the crowd listen and put them at ease, not that it’s done anything for my nerves.”

“We got lucky today, it confirmed what I thought, we need to get you a new press secretary until this is resolved.” Emma rubbed her fingers against her temple, she really didn’t want another person telling her what to do, she’d had enough of that over the past few days.

“I can handle myself, Bertrand. I think today made that very clear, besides, House Beaumont can’t afford it.” Bertrand shook his head.

“It’s a necessary expense Lady Emma, despite how ready you think you are. I have the perfect candidate in mind, but I’ll need to make some phone calls before moving forward. Goodnight Lady Emma.” She sighed and started to head back to her room, it had been a very long day. Before she could get there though she ran smack into Liam.

“Lady Emma.” He nodded.

“Liam.” She started to walk away but stopped.

“I wanted to thank you, for not lecturing me and Drake about the orchard earlier. We really are being careful, I just needed some fresh air and didn’t realize he’d followed me.” Liam sighed and gave her a small smile.

“You handled it well Emma, just please do try to be more careful on the grounds. We can’t have this blowing up in our faces before it’s even started. That being said, you really helped me with the press today, so thank you.” Emma gave him a small smile and nodded.

“Goodnight, Liam.”

“Goodnight, Emma.” She rounded the corner to her room and groaned, she could see a figure lurking in the shadows outside of her door.

“What now?” As she got closer, she realized it was Drake and relaxed.

“Drake. What are you doing here?”

“I figured, you’d had a really long day and maybe you’d want to relax?”

“Does this relaxing involve alone time with you?” Drake mischievously grinned.

“It can.”

“Lead the way.” She followed Drake to an upper level of the palace and into a deluxe bathroom. A deep bathtub, countertops that glittered with gold trim and fresh white towels.

“This is more impressive that my favorite spa in New York.” Drake grinned and began filling the tub with hot water.

“Sometimes it pays to live at the palace. As nice as that outfit looks on you, I think you're overdressed for this occasion.”

“You're one to talk.”

“I came here for a bath Barnes, I'm getting there.”

“Well with your injured shoulder you're moving a little slower, how about I help you out a little bit?”

“I wouldn't mind.” Emma smiled and pushed Drake up against the counter with her body. She started with his shirt, sliding her fingers up his bare chest she pulled the shirt with them, carefully slipping it off without hurting his arm. His bandage still wrapped tightly around his body, she nibbled at the skin on the edges of it. Drake moaned softly and pulled her head up so he could kiss her deeply as he fumbled with her shirt. When she pulled away, she could clearly see the dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn't been sleeping well either. She thought about asking him but decided she'd rather enjoy the moment, so she unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants down. As she made her way back up, she ran her hand up his leg, to the inside of his thigh before stopping to grab his cock that was starting to get hard. Drake gasped in surprise and Emma let go.

“You like to take a hands-on approach to helping don't you, Barnes?” Emma winked and took a step back to take off her the rest of her clothes.

“Stop. I only think it's fair I return the favor.” Drake started just under her ear, kissing the sensitive skin down her neck and chest until reaching her bra. He expertly unhooked it with one hand and flung it to the side, teasing her nipples with his tongue before continuing his trail of kisses down her stomach. Emma could feel the heat pooling inside her as he kissed above the waistband of her pants. He carefully unbuckled them and began pulling them down. Emma was even more excited, thinking he was going to kiss her clit, but he surprised her by kissing down the inside of things to above just her knee. He stopped, and Emma kicked off her pants, frustrated.

“Is the water ready yet?” Drake knew he had gotten her all riled up, he could tell by her snappy tone. It was payback for all the times she had done it to him. Emma stepped into the water at one side of the tub and Drake in the other. She could feel the tension leaving her muscles as she sat there in the tub with her eyes closed.

“How'd you find this place?”

“I was searching for Liam one time, playing hide and seek, stumbled upon it. After the long day you had, I thought you might want to relax and this seemed like the perfect spot.”

“Thank you, Drake.” Emma slipped her head under the water and when she came up, she reached for the shampoo bottle.

“Let me.” Drake scooted up behind her and began lathering the shampoo into her hair with gentle circles, the roughness of his calloused hands a welcome contrast to his soft touch.

“That feels amazing.” She leaned back against him.

“I'm not always rough, Barnes.” Emma slid back under the water to rinse her hair.

“Are you feeling more relaxed now?” Emma just sighed in response.

“Definitely. Except I could do with some more kisses.”

“I can definitely help with that.” Drake spun her around and she straddled him, diving in for a kiss. It was sloppy, Emma's hair sliding down in front of her face. They laughed as Emma pushed it aside.

“Where were we?” Drake grabbed both sides of her face as Emma tangled her fingers in his hair, eliciting a groan from him as she rocked her hips against his.

“You know,” he pulled away breathless, “I was thinking we should pick up where we left off before we got in here.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” Drake shifted Emma so he was deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her head back as she began rocking her hips against his, his cock hitting her g-spot every time.

“Barnes.” Drake found his rhythm and began moving in sync with her.

“Yes, Drake.” She could feel herself coming undone, Drake knew it too as she raked her fingernails down his back. He increased his pace.

“Fuck!” Emma screamed in surprise and pleasure. They came together, calling out each other's names. When the waves of pleasure stopped they took a minute to catch their breath.

“That's how you unwind.” Drake's voice cracked as Emma climbed out of the tub. Emma smirked and grabbed a towel.

“I couldn't agree more.” She helped him towel off, careful again not to get too close to his injured shoulder. When she was done, he dried her off and pulled her into his arms.

“It's late. We should get some sleep.” Emma wiggled her arm out of his grip and cupped his cheek in her hand. He leaned into her touch and closed his eyes.

“You haven't been sleeping well, have you?” Drake let her go and turned his back, getting dressed.

“Drake, there are circles under your eyes. Talk to me.” He sighed.

“I wake up almost every night in a cold sweat. I keep seeing the gun pointed at you, I jump in front of it but I'm too late. Then I wake up and you're not there, I begin to worry that the nightmare is real.” He squeezed his eyes shut and Emma felt a tear roll down her cheek.

“Drake.” She whispered, grabbing his hand and putting it on her chest over her beating heart. He opened his eyes and she saw his tears.

“I'm alive. I'm here. You saved me.” He kissed her forehead and waited for her to get dressed. They walked to her room in silence and Emma considered telling him about her own nightmares.

“Goodnight Em.” Em. He rarely ever called her that, it was something reserved for just the two of them.

“Drake, wait.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into her room.

“I have nightmares too. You're lying in my arms, bloody and not moving. I keep trying to wake you up, but it doesn't work. I can never save you. I wake up and I know it's not real, but I can't fall back asleep, it feels too real. Every time I close my eyes, I see you lying there. She latched onto him and breathed in his scent, a strange mix of freshly cut wood and whiskey, she knew that if she asked him to stay with her that he would. She also knew that there'd be consequences, to hell with them she thought. The only way they were going to get any kind of sleep was with each other. The last time she had slept through the night was in Drake's arms at the safehouse.

“What are you saying, Barnes?”

“I'm saying I want you to stay with me tonight and to hell with anyone who has something to say about it.” Drake grinned and watched Emma pat the bed next to her. He climbed on and pulled her as close as possible. He easily fell into a deep sleep to the sound of her even breathing, it didn't stop the nightmares, but he was always able to fall back asleep. Emma didn't wake once, not even when Drake's breathing was ragged against her back. The next morning Emma woke up in Drake's arms and felt well-rested but all the bravado she had about someone finding out what gone. She checked the time and panicked, roughly shaking Drake awake.

“Huh? What?” He sat up abruptly and looked around before he realized it was Emma shaking him.

“Barnes? Where's the fire?” Drake was not a morning person, neither was Emma.

“You need to go!” She whispered jumping off the bed. Drake scowled.

“Morning to you too.” he climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom, Emma groaned and chased after him.

“Drake!” She whispered furiously, knocking on the door. She didn't have to be in there with him to know he was rolling his eyes.

“It was such a nice night, why are you so cranky this morning?” He asked emerging from the bathroom finally. Emma sighed and checked the clock again.

“I'm not!” She snapped and instantly regretted it. “I'm sorry. I had a wonderful night Drake, I slept well. I just need you to go before someone comes to wake me up. We should at least try to make an effort for Liam's sake. She flashed him the same smile that got him, every time.

“Okay Barnes, I see your point. Can I come back tonight? I haven't slept that well in a long time.”

“Only if you don't get us caught!” she stuck her head out the door and glanced down the hall and motioned for Drake that it was safe to go. Drake slipped past her and Emma smacked his butt playfully on the way out. Drake turned around surprised and shook his head, a smile playing at his lips, as Emma winked at him.

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[concussed-to-pieces]

Character

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Nia Jax/Gender Neutral [Northern-Dwelling] Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirsty Crew, I can only hope I've done this woman justice! I have many emotions about her and how she's portrayed in the company as a whole (of course I do, big sap that I am). Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes and the king captain of this thirsty wasteland, @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!

This was a predicament she’d seen a thousand times before. Books, TV shows, movies. She figured maybe someday they would learn to plan for when the weather was bad where they were performing.

Nia sighed, her suitcase rolling along behind her over the tamped-down snow. Cutting a path through the drifts ahead was her current driving partner, who had maneuvered the dangerous roads like a trained professional. All they had on was a sweatshirt and some jeans out in the harsh elements, they should be freezing! But they showed no signs of having issues as their heavy boots stomped through the snow with ease, crushing it out into a path that Nia could safely follow.

“Not much further.” They said finally, gesturing up at the hotel in front of them. They looked over their shoulder to give her a quick grin. “How you doing back there, Snowbird?”

“I’ll be better after a hot shower.” Nia grumbled. Her shoulder had a bone-deep ache in it from landing oddly during the night's match and she knew if she didn't relax it out it would be much, much worse come the morning. The idea of her wearing tape like Cesaro sprang into her head and she snorted at herself.

“Truer words haven’t been spoken.” They agreed, yanking open the door to the hotel foyer and offering her a deep bow. “Ma'am.”

“You nerd.” She punched their shoulder gently on the way by, unable to help her smile. She hated to admit the effect they had on her, the way she always found herself a little quicker to laugh when they were around. It was frustrating because she knew what she was supposed to be like and yet there they were, always making her break character with some goofy joke. They had taken to calling her ‘Snowbird’ after learning she was a warm climate dweller (for the most part, of course), teasing her about all her 'retiree buddies'.

“They flee my northern climes from September on, to flaunt their incredible paleness on your sunny beaches.” They had grinned. “You’re the real deal though, a legitimate snowbird. Not some phony.”

Nia’s smile quickly faded when she was informed at the counter that her reservation didn’t exist. “It must have gotten lost in the shuffle, we’ve had a lot of last-minute cancellations and bookings today due to the weather.” The young man behind the counter said after trying her confirmation number three times. “We currently don’t have another r-”

“I can’t go back out there, I’ll freeze!” The hot shower seemed to be slipping through her fingers but Nia tried to keep her voice down, knowing that the last thing she wanted right now was to be labeled as 'difficult' or 'hysterical'. Regardless of how difficult she felt like being at the moment. “There’s nothing there? Nothing at all?” She asked.

“No ma’am, I’m very sorry but there isn’t.”

“Can I…can I sleep in your lobby? Push a few of the chairs together or something?” Hell, she’d slept in airport terminals before, this place was probably a thousand times safer than that. But the young man was already shaking his head, mumbling something about fire safety and building codes.

Her friend, camped out beside the elevator and scrolling through their phone, seemed to notice her distress. “Everything okay, Snowbird?” They called.

Nia huffed out a quick breath. “They don't have any of my reservation info.” She replied. “And there's nothing else available. I'll have to go back out and find another hotel.” She put her wallet away and zipped up her jacket again, cringing as she thought about being cold once more.

A hand abruptly landed on her arm. “No way, you’re rooming with me.” Her friend said firmly. “You put in all that work tonight, you deserve a rest. If you think I’m gonna’ let you go back out there, you’re crazier than I figured. C’mon.”

“But-”

“What, you wanna’ drive in this shit? I’m not letting that happen.” They cut in, frowning. “Please.”

“We don’t have any more cots or trundles, either.” The young man behind the counter seemed to have dissolved into permanent apologies. “I’m very sorry about all this.”

“Hey, it’s okay. This crap happens. I’ll figure something out. Snowbird, you’re with me.” Their fingers wrapped around her own to squeeze for a second. “Let’s get you that shower, huh?”

…

The aches always seemed to steam out under the pounding of hot water. Nia did her best to hurry, knowing that her friend was probably just as cold and tired as she was. Upon re-entering the room, however, she was greeted with the sight of her travelling partner in the process of pulling on a sleeping shirt.

“Oh! Sorry, my bad.” Life on the road meant that privacy was more imagined than anything else, but Nia still tried to offer the courtesy to her fellow performers. She held up a hand to block her view before dashing across the room back to her suitcase.

Her friend's laugh was muffled by the shirt. “S'okay, shoulda' stuck my head into the bathroom and asked for an extra second. Nothing you haven't seen before.” They struggled for a second, one of their elbows caught in the shoulder of the shirt. “How's your back? I know you took that landing pretty hard.”

Nia shrugged, rotating her shoulder and feeling the tightness still lurking. “I'm sure it'll be okay. A few rounds of P.T.”

“Good.” They finally managed to get the shirt on fully, their head popping through the neck hole after a momentary pause. “Hey, when you move up to the main roster do you think they'll give you a title shot?” They asked curiously, moving to sit cross-legged on the twin bed. They patted their thigh after a minute and Nia took up her place on the floor, handing her friend the brush and leave-in conditioner from her suitcase.

“I don't know if I'm looking that far forward yet.” Nia tilted her head back into their lap. “I don't know if Creative is looking that far forward either, honestly. Pretty sure my look isn't exactly the 'Women's Champion' aesthetic.” She made air quotes around the words, trying not to let the somberness seep into her tone. The tap on her head with the brush alerted her to the fact that her effort was in vain.

“You and I both know that you'd be a totally badass champion.” Her friend said firmly. “I get that you'd be fresh onto the roster and maybe you don't want to step on anyone's toes, but c'mon. You're the best candidate, you're strong and smart. Plus, you're damn scary when you want to be.”

“And when Creative wants me to be.” Nia tacked on glumly. “I swear, I'm just a caricature sometimes. Pigeonholed in this role of being protective, or beating everyone up like I'm King Kong for the first part of the match then falling victim to some silly little shot to the back of my head. It's so exasperating.” She pulled her knees up to her chest. “I can do so much more than be some stupid muscle, you know?”

Strong fingers smoothed over her scalp, encouraging Nia's drowsy yawn. “I understand that. I know that you have to take at least a few of the cards that are drawn for you. And that's garbage because I also know you're a hell of an athlete.” Her friend put the brush down and started carefully plaiting her hair, separating it out to loosely braid it for bed. “I can't believe in this day and age that people still have to work so hard, uphill, against these BS stereotypes.”

“It's nuts.” Nia turned her head just a little to catch her friend's eye. “So...what do I have to do to get you on the Creative team? Specifically, writing my matches on the Creative team?”

Her friend's laugh was delighted, the noise sending tingles down Nia's spine. “I would be a terrible booker and you know it Jax! Fired within the month because I'd bring some revolutionary idea to the table like...you being crowned the Universal Champion after tearing Brock Lesnar's arm off of his body.”

“Shh, we’re not supposed to know about that belt yet. It’s a secret. Besides, they couldn't fire you! I think they're down to two people as is.” Nia snickered. “Everyone's jumping ship now that they know Smackdown will be its own thing. Wonder sometimes if I should too. Like, go do my own thing.”

“You do what you need to. Just know that where you go, I'll do my best to follow.” Her friend went silent for a moment as they tied off Nia's braid. “Gotta' take care of my Snowbird.” They continued quietly.

“Hey.” Nia caught their hand before they could pull away, tilting her head back further so she could smile at them. “Thanks.” Their resulting blush and stammer stuck in her brain while the two of them bedded down in the small bed.

Nia woke at some point during the night to them wrapped around her protectively, their arm over her ribs. A mouth pressed to her achy shoulder and they mumbled something, their voice heavy with sleep. “Hmm?” Nia murmured. They shook their head, snuggling her even closer. They were incredibly warm and Nia found exactly zero problems with being cuddled by her own personal space heater. She soon drifted back off, making those embarrassing little noises in her throat that she usually tried to stifle.

…

Another event, another airport. Nia had to smile this time though, back on familiar turf. She strode through the terminal with purpose, her traveling buddy trailing behind as they turned in place to look up at the high glass ceiling. Sunlight poured in, bathing the various indoor foliage features and making them appear twice as green and lush.

“C'mon, slowpoke! I'm not losing you in this place.” Nia scolded, chuckling at the bewildered expression on their face. “What, never seen a sunroof?”

“Listen, where I come from the sun is nothing but a distant myth. I respect and fear the brilliant hell-orb.” They joked. Nia's laughter rang out, maybe a little louder than she intended, but it was more than worth it to coax a smile out of her friend. “I'm glad my simple ways amuse you, Snowbird.”

“Never change, sweetheart.” Nia shook her head, rumpling their hair fondly when they fell into step beside her. “Now, I expect you to be able to handle yourself in the harsh elements here. No whining!”

“I would never!” They protested, grimacing abruptly when they stepped outside. “Oh. Oh ugh.”

“Ha!” Nia said triumphantly as they hurried to strip off their hoodie. “Welcome to humidity. Any Northerner's kryptonite.”

“You're the devil!” They squawked, stuffing the sweatshirt into their backpack. “The absolute devil. I'm...oh God, everything's going dark.”

They pretended to swoon into her arms and Nia couldn't keep from laughing, easily righting them with one hand. “On your feet. You know the rules, after that last fiasco we have a three hour allowance as far as checking in on our reservations goes.”

“That's only for inclement weather though!” They protested, squinting up at the blue sky overhead. “Place is cloudless, you can't possibly-”

“Trust me. Weather around here has a way of sneaking up on you.” Nia pulled out her spare pair of sunglasses and slid them onto her friend's face. “Try to keep up!”

…

“My reservation got canceled because of Wrestlemania.”

Nia looked up at her friend's words, startled. “What?”

“They 'accidentally' double-booked my room. I'm...I want to be mad but mostly I'm just so tired and hot I'd like to cry.” They said dully, seeming like they were inches from tears. “I wanted to sleep. I couldn't sleep on the plane because there was a baby crying and I forgot my headphones in my checked luggage and I'm-”

“Hey hey, shh. Easy.” Nia soothed, getting up out of her seat and quickly ushering her friend off into the elevator. “You're staying with me, then. That's only fair. We'll get you to the room, get you a nice shower.” She paused, essentially propping them up against one of the walls of the elevator and pressing their foreheads together. “You're going to be fine, you fragile Northerner you.”

“M' not fragile!” They growled. “I'm hungry and sweaty and bone-tired and I can't tell which one of those is the thing to fix first.” They scrubbed at their eyes angrily.

“Don't worry about it.” Nia (who felt a little guilty at the decent amount of sleep she'd gotten during the flight) took their hand when the elevator doors pinged open. “You get in the shower, then we’ll order food. You'll sleep better with a full belly.”

“Th-Thank you.” Her friend said in a tiny voice, still rubbing their eyes with their free hand. “God, can you even believe that Wrestlemania is in two days? You're gonna' be in Wrestlemania.”

“Well, so are you.” Nia pointed out as she opened the door to her room.

Her friend waved their hand impatiently. “Fuck that, you're going to be in Wrestlemania.”

“I'm going to lose at Wrestlemania.”

“I...seriously?” Their expression twisted with confusion when Nia nodded. “But that makes no sense, they've been building you as-”

“As a protective, glass-cannon enforcer. With lipstick.” Nia filled in wryly. “I'm good for throwing the other women around and looking intimidating. Me actually winning anything isn't going to happen.”

“I'm gonna' kick all of their asses.” They threatened, making Nia tousle their hair. “I’m serious. This is bullshit!”

“No, this is how it always is.” Nia corrected.

“Okay, look. I’m gonna’ shower because I probably smell like barn. And we’re gonna’ talk about this over food. I…pick something to eat while I get cleaned up. Please.” Their sentences were stilted and tight, like they were grappling with their emotions.

“Hey, you don’t need to be all wound up about this.” Nia shrugged, tried to act like her own disappointment didn’t sit heavy in her chest. “I’ll just wait until you’re done and you can-”

“Oh no you don’t. If you don’t choose something, I’ll play Yelp roulette again. You remember what happened last time.” They raised an imposing eyebrow. “For the sake of us living until Wrestlemania, I suggest you pick.”

“Okay okay, you drive a hard bargain.” Nia grumbled, already reaching for her phone.

Those strong fingers wove into her hair, a quick massaging motion on her scalp making her eyes flutter shut. “Thanks Snowbird. For everything.”

“Don’t mention it.” Nia rolled her shoulders once her friend had migrated to the shower. Her body felt overly warm despite the roaring A/C. This is stupid, you’re being stupid! She berated herself, staring blindly at the menu for several minutes before using the tried-and-true method of covering her eyes and picking a few items at random. Hopefully this is okay.

When her friend finally emerged from the bathroom, looking slightly more sane and awake, they wasted no time in plopping down beside Nia on the bed. “Listen up, Jax, because I’m only gonna’ say this once.” They rolled onto their back so they could look up at her. “That’s a lie, but whatever. Listen. You’re…you deserve to win. Ain’t nobody that works harder than you, even with this stupid cubbyhole-”

“-Pigeonhole.”

“Whatever, stupid dumbass restrictions put onto you by the company.” They growled, poking her knee. “Look, you’re cream of the crop material! Cream of the crop. How can they not see that?”

“Maybe they’ve been writing me this way because they think that’s what a ‘strong’ woman is. Big, angry, pretty, and easily broken by other women if they work together.” Nia hated how much she was defaulting to a shrug these days. “I should be grateful I’m even here, right?”

“Hell no.” Their irritation at the current conversation did make her feel just a little better. “You could be a brutal heel! Why won’t they take advantage of that?! You have evil potential!”

“Easy, I’m sitting right here y’know.” Nia pressed a hand to her chest and they laughed.

The room service arrived and Nia ate mostly in silence, just listening to her friend continue to rant between bites of their salad. Had she known they felt so strongly about this, she might not have even brought it up. But no, the thought of how they might have reacted if she lost and it blindsided them was crushing.

“Did you really think I was going to win?” Nia finally asked quietly.

“I sure as hell hoped you would!” They folded their arms, exhaling loudly. “But sure, we’ll give the Horsewomen their usual exhibition. That’s cool. Fuck the revolution unless it’s the same three or four women over and fucking over, right? Fuck me, what a load of hot garbage.” They griped, pushing their plate away to get up and pace. “I've got nothing against Charlotte or Bayley, shit, even Sasha, but this is exasperating. How the hell do you stay so level-headed over things like this?!”

“Probably because I’m usually written like an easily-flustered child.” Nia didn’t laugh, not exactly. The sound choked off in her throat. “I’m written as a trope. I’m supposed to stomp my feet when things don’t go my way, I’m supposed to scream and yell and be angry in the ring. I guess it’s…it’s easier to save my emotions for when I need to get a reaction.”

“Snowbird…” They sat down beside her again, hand reaching for her own. Nia had promised herself she wasn’t going to waste time crying over any more of Creative’s choices. She’d done that more than enough during her time with this company. “Fuck, Nia, don’t…look, c’mon, there’s no need for that.” They protested, knocking their foreheads together. “Snowbird don’t do this to me. You know I’m ugly when I cry.”

“It’s difficult.” Nia managed to say. “I’m tired of being pushed aside because I don’t have ‘the look’. I mean, I know it will happen just because. I guess I’m more tired of being upset about it.” She admitted. “I’m exhausted over being upset. I know since I’m the ‘big girl’ I’m supposed to be confident in my skin and ‘fierce’ or whatever the hell everyone is saying we have to be like this week. But it’s hard to be confident and happy with who you are when you’re constantly being told you’re going to be passed over for things because of who you are.” Nia tried to put her face in her hands but her friend stopped her before she could, making her look up at them.

They were clearly upset, their whole face drawn into a tight pinch of outrage. “You-” They sputtered unintelligibly for a good five seconds. “Look. Listen to me, okay? Just me. With my vast years of life experience across time and space or whatever.” They waved a hand dismissively.” I don’t say all my mushy stuff or go out of my way to try and make you laugh because I think you’ve got it easy, alright? I like making you break character. I like being the one that reminds you you’re not that person. I like letting you shine through, even if it’s just for a little bit. Hell Snowbird, I like you. The real you. Fuck how they write you. Some tiny-minded stereotype could never hope to contain the wonder that is you.”

“’Wonder’, huh?” Nia snorted. “Some wonder. I’m nothing but a crybaby.”

“You’re kind.” A kiss brushed her forehead. “You’re beautiful, you’re a model for fuck’s sake.”

“I was a model.”

“I’m sure you can still get yourself into something fashionably uncomfortable and ignite a catwalk any day of the week. Don’t interrupt me, woman.” They scolded, kissing her forehead again. “You’ve got this great sense of humor. Making you laugh is one of the best parts of my day, Snowbird. I feel like I did my job right if I can get you to laugh.”

“You…if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were…” Nia swallowed hard at their serious expression. “Um, never mind, I’m probably-”

“What? What did you think?” They pressed, sounding concerned.

“I’d say you were interested in me.” Nia mumbled all in a rush, thoroughly embarrassed. Great, perfect, wonderful. You’ve successfully made an ass of yourself.

“That’s correct, yeah.” They shrugged, stuffing their hands into the pockets of their pajama pants. “I mean, you don’t have to take it that way if me hitting on you makes you uncomfortable. Because I totally get that, I’ll stop if I’m making you uncomfortable. I know that I’m not really…’on your level’. I’ll never be as put together or as talented as you are. But I hoped if I told a few jokes, saw you safely through a few snowstorms, then maybe I’d have a shot, y’know?” Their words all spilled out in a nervous jumble, hanging in the air between them. “I like traveling with you. I like being with you. I like you.”

“I…” Nia was blown away by their confession, stunned silent. “Really?” She finally asked, her voice precariously close to breaking. Her friend nodded sheepishly, staring at the floor. “Wow.” Nia grabbed their arm and dragged them into a hug, holding them tight. “I woke up during the night when there was that mix up with my reservation and you were all wound around me, kissing my shoulder blade.”

“You’d hurt yourself earlier. Bad landing.”

Nia smiled. “Were you trying to kiss it better?”

“…Yeah.” They twiddled their fingers, looking up at her through their lashes. “Is that okay?”

Nia tapped her lower lip, the area still conveniently tender from a botched hit earlier in the week. “Y’know, I think this spot here could use a little TLC if you’re up for it.”

They nodded eagerly and Nia couldn’t keep back one of those noises as they quickly cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss. Their mouth meshed with hers in a frantic motion, swallowing her soft whimpers greedily. Nia suddenly felt small and strangely vulnerable. Here was someone who could see her, the real her, and somehow they wanted her more that way. It was baffling.

“Why-” She began to ask when they pulled back.

“I’ve kinda’ had a thing for you for a while now.” The said breathlessly. “I didn’t know what your uh…preference was, didn’t want to be pushy.”

“You nerd.” She punched their shoulder gently and they giggled, like they were relieved. Their arms draped over her shoulders and they started trailing kisses down the side of her neck. Nia tentatively put her hands on their hips, her grip tightening when their mouth grazed her collarbone.

“This okay?” They asked softly, obviously interpreting her stiffening up as hesitance.

“Oh God yes, please.” Nia wasn't really familiar with this, but she definitely wanted to see what it could be like. Normally people wanted her to dominate them, to put in all the work. Due to her outward appearance there was always that assumption; she was larger than the average woman and could be very imposing if need be. So this was...different. This was new.

They smiled and drew her in for another kiss, those strong fingers tangling in her hair and tugging gently. “You haven't had anyone take care of you?” They murmured against her mouth. “It's always the same crap, isn't it?”

“No matter where I go.” Nia managed to say.

“Mm, that all changes now.” Their hands traveled lower, undoing the first button on her blouse. Slowly they worked their way down the line until her blouse was open, exposing more skin and (Nia had to admit) one of her most worn-out sports bras.

“Sorry, if I'd known that you would be taking off my shirt I would have dressed accordingly.” She tried to joke, but the heated look she got in return made her stomach clench.

“So you would have worn nothing underneath this?” Their voice was a seductive purr. “I like the nice shirts you wear when you have to be out and about, but I could definitely appreciate you with no bra in a nice shirt. Food for thought.” They grazed their hand over the sports bra, one finger tugging at the middle of the hardworking elastic to expose her cleavage. “I like this too, though. Might be fun to tease you through one of these, make you all wet for me without taking your clothes off.” Nia made another sound in her throat and they looked up, smiling at her. “Sound good, Snowbird?” Like they couldn't feel how excited the idea made her, like they couldn't hear her.

They urged her to lie back and she obeyed, thrilled and scared all at once at the idea of being at someone's mercy. Her friend smoothed her hair back from her face once she laid down, searching her eyes for much, much longer than Nia was used to.

“Is this okay?” They asked again, a little louder this time.

“Please.” Nia wasn't one hundred percent sure on what she was begging for, exactly. It just felt incredible to be able to ask for something for once. That helpless sound bubbled in her throat.

“Alright.” They smiled and pulled the sports bra up and off, the raw appreciation in their gaze making Nia shiver from head to toe. “Oh God, look at you.” They sighed, the flat of their tongue gracing one of her nipples with a hot, wet caress. “Why did no one do this for you? My poor Snowbird.” Nia whimpered and cupped their head, running her fingers through their hair over and over as they lapped and gently nipped at her peak. “I love your sounds.” They mumbled against her breast.

“They're weird.” Nia moaned.

“No, they're great.” They placed kisses that burned like fire down her torso and Nia's breath quickened, her fingers still grasping feebly at their hair. Their hands quickly flipped her skirt up and another kiss lingered on the waistband of her panties, dampening the trembling skin there. “Can I put my mouth on you?”

“As long as you keep asking me, you can do whatever the hell you want.” Nia replied shakily.

“I'd always imagined our first time would be with the candles and stuff.” They looked up at her, a devilish smirk twitching their lips. “Not complaining one bit. I probably would have tripped over the bed and knocked myself out on the end table, what with the dim conditions.”

Nia giggled, the noise weirdly high as she felt those damn fingers curl around the sides of her soaked panties and tug them down her thighs. “A memorable first time, that's for sure. I can make do with no candles.”

Her friend kissed her stomach, shoving her skirt up higher out of the way. “I want you to be able to watch me without stressing your shoulder.” Their smug tone was laced with concern and Nia was touched by their worry. “I know you have a few things to do later this week.” They maintained eye contact as they stuck out their tongue teasingly, and Nia let out a soft, keening whine when they dragged the flat of their tongue over her clit for the first time. “Oh, that's a good one.” They murmured, making her flush before they dove in to lick and nibble at her in earnest.

Nia threw her head back, releasing their hair to grip the sheets underneath her body. It was so ridiculously strange to have someone eat her out, without her having to demand it or sit on someone's face in a stereotypical display of dominance. Her friend was merciless in their assault, coaxing Nia's thighs wider with just a few hums. Nia started playing with her own breasts as they pushed their other hand into their pants, her hips rolling in sync with the sloppy kisses laid on her entrance. Two fingers breached her easily, sliding in and hooking up to make Nia cry out.

“That's right, beautiful.” They crooned against her, the words barely registering while Nia chased her completion feverishly. They stroked her clit with the flat of their tongue and she ground up against that mouth, those fingers, her whole body tightening as she drew close.

Nia couldn't have stifled the noises she was making even if she had wanted to. Moans and whimpers poured from her lips but that was alright, it was alright, because her friend was making noises just like she was, their soft, hungry sounds and humming reducing her to quivering under their mouth. “I-” Their mouth fastened down over her clit, Nia's back arched off the bed and she hung in an absolute purgatory for the longest second of her life before her climax struck.

Her hips rolled and shuddered and she threw her head back, only vaguely aware that she was practically sobbing with relief. Her friend gently soothed her spine back down onto the bed, continuing to lick Nia's clit softly until it was too much to bear and Nia had to cup their face. Their chin was soaked with her and they looked a bit dazed but incredibly satisfied with themselves. Nia kissed them fiercely while they straddled her thigh and bucked their hips, grinding their body down in harsh, quick motions. “Want me to come for you?” They asked through gritted teeth. “I bet you do, bet you fucking do, beg me, fuckin' beg me for it Jax.”

Now that was dangerous, their rough, desperate tone commanding her to obey. Nia's mouth felt dry and she swallowed quickly. “Please come for me.” She said softly, her hands grasping their hips and urging them even faster. “Get yourself off on me, come for me, come for me sweetheart.”

Their hands closed over her own on their hips and they tilted their head up, going still and moaning, “Oh, Jesus, Nia, fuck yes,” through their clenched teeth. They went limp and slumped forward, still weakly rocking their hips on her thigh.

Nia carefully eased them down, cradling their body against her own and stroking their hair as they shuddered intermittently. “Thank you.” She sighed into their hair. “Thank you so much.”

They moaned and tucked their face into the hollow of her throat. “So fucking comfy. Thank you, Snowbird, God.” They sounded completely worn out but sincere, one hand coming up to card through her long hair. “Thank you.”

“I'll let you sleep, okay?” Nia whispered after a minute of comfortable silence. They nodded, holding her tighter. “Sweet dreams.”

“Snowbird, I jus'...” They began, their voice petering out as they drifted off mid-sentence.

“I like traveling with you. I like being with you. I like you.”

Nia smiled to herself as she recalled their words, kissing their forehead and letting her own eyes close.

[shazyloren]

The Dragon Club: Chapter 48 - Waffles and Wails

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12018519/chapters/28945968

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Daenerys was enjoying the syrupy goodness of waffles (thank the gods for the waffle maker Rae bought her for Christmas last year), when Rani eventually woke up. She grumbled all the way into the kitchen, that was until she smelt the syrup and she soon perked up. Sitting next to Daenerys she helped herself to chocolate syrup and ice-cream, a breakfast she'd never be able to have when at home. But it was Sunday and she was with Aunt Daenerys. Dany smirked to herself, she was going to be the best mum, if she ever had one that was.

She would love to have a child of her own, and while Rani was no child anymore, it was good practice, learning how to reason and teaching her things about the world. Of course she still had plenty of time, but now whenever she sees herself having a child, it is with Jon. Which is ridiculous, as they've only been together together for like three months. But that's just how right it felt with him, and now all this is happening and the future is so uncertain. The police will deal with it, she knows, but it still worries her immensely.

And Jorah was stood outside her door, nothing bad has ever happened while he was with her. Apart from being accosted in the street by Doreah that was, but it wasn't a bad thing, she never felt like her life was threatened then, only her reputation. That had survived that and it's survive anything else, but the threat this... person doing all this posed, was real, and she feared for her life, and more importantly, Jon's.

Not trying to feel sour on a Sunday, they finished their food, ending up having four waffles each before they both did the washing and drying up. Daenerys cooks and cleaners had Sunday off so Dany always looked forward to it as time she can cook for herself and be greedy. If she wants seven sausages in her sandwich she will, if she wants lots of chocolate cake she will. Diets were none existent of Sundays, and this wisdom she passed onto Rani.

"So I don't care what my brother says, you tell him that Aunt Daenerys said Sundays are for stuffing your face" She said as they finished the washing up, putting the last few bits of cutlery and glasses away in the cupboards. "Later on, we'll definitely bake some cakes"

"Yes! Chocolate ones?" She asked, everyone liked chocolate cakes. Well almost everyone, she smiled thinking about who prefers toffee.

"Always, although I've recently become partial to toffee cakes" She mused, thinking about meeting Jon in the supermarket all those months ago. How time had flown. Rani made a weird face. "Okay, definitely chocolate then - And we'll put extra chocolate on top, it can be a chocolate love-fest!"

They moved to the lounge in which Rani was choosing which movie they should put on, Grease or The Breakfast Club. Daenerys was getting some decorative cushions and pillows off of the sofa, so they could both get comfortable and stay there all sunday in their pyjamas. Well, in Jogging bottoms and a vest top anyway, Daenerys thought. "I'm definitely in a singing mood, Grease it is then!"

"Perfect" Daenerys agreed. They sat down and Daenerys pressed play on the remote. The opening starts and Daenerys is already singing into the remote control and pretending to grease her hair as if she was a T-bird. "Never liked the colour pink, always prefered dark colours, or just straight up white"

"White's not good for the winter months, too many puddles and muddy patches to mess with white" Rani laughed as she dances in her seat. Dany laughs too. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Depends, is it rude?" Daenerys giggles. Rani blushes red.

"What's it like?" Rani puts her head down. Daenerys doesn't need to ask any other questions, she knows what she means. She's surprised Rani's even asking about this. She would've thought that this conversation would've been had by now.

"Sex?" Daenerys asks with her eyebrow raised. Rani's even deeper flush shows she'd got the right answer. "Has your mother never spoken to you about it?"

"I know what it is, I just don't... know much about it. What's it suppose to be like? What is it like? Is it weird?" She said really fast. "Like, whyisitsomethingpeopledoforpleasure?"

Daenerys blinked before smirking at how embarrassed her niece was getting. "Firstly, there is no need to get embarrassed about it. If you need to talk to me about anything, you can do. It's what I'm here for" Rani nodded, regaining some of her normal colour. "Secondly, it's different for everyone the first time" Daenerys felt the memory of her first time and shuddered. "Mine... wasn't a pleasant experience. It wasn't until I was in my 20s"

"How come?" Rani asked innocently.

"It was with someone I did not care for, and they did not care for me. It was funny to them, my tears and my screams" She said, the movie completely being forgotten about. Rani looked sad, as anyone would be hearing that story. "But it is different. Sometimes it can be for love, and because you're with someone you love, it's magical. All you think about is them, all you feel is the two of you connected"

"Like you and Jon?" She asked with a smile on her face. Daenerys' instantly felt one form on her face too. "Have you done it?"

"Rani!" Dany laughs.

"Oh come on, you can't just tell me that when you're with someone you love it's magical and then not expect me to ask if you and Jon have had sex!" She said bouncing on the sofa in excitement. "What was it like? Magical?"

Daenerys contemplates her answer. "Better"

"Better than magical?" Rani's mouth is wide open. "Damn, Jon"

"Rani, you're in dangerous territory here" Daenerys warned. Rani just hid her face again, her brown curls covering her embarrassment. "What's got you asking all this anyways, don't tell me you're thinking of doing this yet? You're not of age"

"No, I just... I read this book" She said. "Umm... Lady Chatterly's Lover?" Daenerys smiled knowing. That's a racy book, a good one, but racey. "It got me thinking, wondering what it's like"

"Well I think most people's first time it can be... a little painful" Daenerys thought she was handling this talk quite well, she'd only got embarrassed three times, which was better than when she had 'the talk with her mother' where she was in a constant state of shame. And even a few days after it, she couldn't face her mother for asking. "But over time it becomes a good feeling-"

CRASH.

Daenerys leapt off of the sofa as she heard hustle and bustle come from her hallway. It was not a good sound, and Daenerys knew straight away. It was the stalker. Grabbing Rani's hand, she dragged her to the back of the apartment, in the second spare bedroom where there's a closet. That's where her panic room was. Rani was shaking. She went to ask a question but Daenerys shushed her. The door to the closet opened revealing the door to the panic room. Opening the metal vault door, she put Rani inside.

"Now sweetie you listen to me" She said in a hushed tone.

"Aunt Dany what's happening?" She cried, scared suddenly.

"There was a break in here last week, I'm just taking precautions with you" She said kissing her forehead. "Now I'm going to shut this door, and when I do, I want you to press the red switch by the door here, and I want you to lift the phone off of the receiver. That will call the police and alert Daario and Jon or anyone else who's number is in the vault that we need help. It's a six letter code and all you have to do when you lift the phone off of the receiver is press hash"

"Red switch, flick on. Lift phone, press hash" She said, breathing heavily.

"Good girl, now stay quiet" Daenerys shut the door on her scared niece and closed the closet door too, so it did not look like a panic room. The shouting outside was still occurring so Daenerys went into her games room next door, in search of anything to use as a weapon, unsure if she'd make it to the kitchen on time for a knife.

No, no, no, no. This is not happening, she thought. I told Jorah, I told him.

She found herself grabbing onto the edge of her pool table for support, her breath almost gone from her system now.

She saw the pool cue and grabbed it in her left hand. She held it tight and made way to the front of the Apartment. The shouting had stopped with a loud thud and Daenerys just prayed Jorah had caught whoever it was. She heard the door creak open as she hid behind some furniture.

Footsteps.

Breathe, Daenerys, just breathe.

They stopped.

And started again.

Taking a deep breath, and knowing the police were now on their way, she held the cue out and walked towards where the noise was coming from. And then she saw him. He face froze, her palms sweated and her body shook.

No, not him.

"Hello" He spoke, a scary smile placing itself on his lips. Teeth bared, and eyes mad.

"N-no..."

"Moon of my life"

Drogo.