#They fixed the pitches to suit themselves

[wosoimagines]

You Didn't Know? - Arsenal WFC/Reader

prompt: R is new to Arsenal after proving themselves at the World Cup, but there are a couple of hurdles they have to face before the team fully accepts them.

warnings: none

words: 6497

I will say that I am not deaf or hard of hearing so if there is anything that I've gotten wrong, please let me know so that I can fix it (I tried to do as much research as I could). Anything that represents sign langue is in continuous italics.

Also, this will become a series, so don't worry about needing to ask for a part two because it will be coming. (I think that this has honestly been one of my favorite ideas for a fic ever and I can't wait to continue it)

part two

(Y/N) POV

I grinned as I got out of the car. I wiggled my eyebrows at the camera once I noticed it. Honestly it wasn’t too surprising that Arsenal would be filming my first day here. I didn’t hesitate to greet the people who were waiting for me either.

“(Y/N), it’s really nice to finally meet you,��� the woman that I knew as Clare Wheatley greeted me. I quickly shook her hand once she held it out to me. “Congratulations. We’re really happy you’re here.”

“I’m gonna show you around,” the dark-haired woman who was behind Clare spoke up. I sent her a soft smile. “I’m Sadie Ross. I’ll also serve as an interpreter for you should you need one.”

“You know Auslan?” I asked. I didn’t always have the option to take out my cochlear implants here recently. Once Sadie confirmed that she did in fact know Auslan, I couldn’t help the grin that overtook my face. “I use a Northern dialect usually, but I do know the Southern dialect as well.”

“No worries,” Sadie assured me. She moved closer to me before patting my shoulder so I would follow her. “I’ve studied both dialects.”

“Cool.”

I followed Sadie through until we got to the locker rooms where I was given my own Arsenal gear to get changed into. It was obviously just practice gear, but it was nice to be in official gear from my new club.

“It suits you!” Sadie assured me once I stepped out of the locker room.

“I like it!”

“So, we’re going to take you on a tour, show you the grounds, show you your new home,” Sadie said. I couldn’t help but smile as she had started to sign the words she was speaking. “This is obviously the changing room. This is the technical corridor, so we essentially have all of our tech staff in here. Our head coach Jonas in this hall.”

I looked down the hall that Sadie had been talking about. I started to move with Sadie so that I wouldn’t fall behind her.

“If you come down here, this is where the medical section is. Stuff like physiotherapy, massages, cold therapy, all of that sort of stuff will happen here.”

I paid attention as Sadie walked me through where the medical team could be found along with any rooms concerning treatment were. Sadie also showed me where the meeting room was and assured me that she would be at all of our team meetings and regardless of if I had decided to wear my cochlear implants or not, she would be translating everything that was said.

Then we were off to find the gym. This was one of the places that I was most excited to find since I knew I would probably be spending quite a bit of time in the gym. I appreciated that Sadie had also pointed out where each section was.

Soon we were headed outside.

“So, this is where we come out to get to the pitch?”

“Yeah.”

I grinned as Sadie pointed out where the exhibition pitch was. I was sure that I would be out there soon enough. Before long we had made our way to the mess hall that they had. It was there that I met Mikel Arteta.

Sadie had disappeared while Mikel introduced himself to me. Then I got to meet Win. Who immediately had all of my attention as I moved to the floor to play with the dog.

It was ultimately drawn away from Win though as Sadie made a reappearance. I was quick to get to my feet as I took notice of what Sadie had in her hands. I took in the back of the kit that had my number and name on the back.

“Such a beautiful kit,” I said as Sadie handed it over to me. “Honestly, can’t wait to play in it.”

“Come on,” Sadie said with a chuckle. “Let’s get you changed into it.”

I did a little fist pump before the two of us headed out of the mess hall and back to where the changing rooms were. Once I had the kit on, I headed down the hall to the room that Sadie and I had passed earlier.

“How’s it look?” I asked as I entered the room.

“I’d say it’s probably one of the best looking kits you’ve ever worn,” Sadie said. I let out a laugh at that. Honestly, I didn’t have the chance to wear that many different kits. I had left Australia to go to the States to play college football for Stanford. Other than my youth club kits, the only other kits I had been in were with the national team, but those had been more recent. “Not too big or too little?”

Of course, we had to take pictures of me in the kit while I was in front of the logo that was on the wall. It had been one of the moments I had been looking forward to since it was announced that I was signing with Arsenal following my college career and performance at the World Cup. Then I moved to take pictures of me signing my contract.

The rest of my afternoon was filled with a photoshoot in a full kit before we headed to Emirates. It was pretty cool to finally be able to take in the stadium in person considering I had grown up an Arsenal fan. I didn’t mind the photographer that followed me around getting pictures of me exploring Emirates.

We even sat down for a formal interview before Sadie played twenty questions with me so that fans could get to know me better.

“Why Stanford?”

“Why not?” I countered. I laughed as Sadie rolled her eyes. “I dunno why I chose Stanford. I had played with youth clubs, but no one was looking to give me a shot with their senior team in Australia. I was smart enough to get scholarships to attend school in the States. Stanford happened to have open tryouts and I was just really lucky that I was able to impress the coaches there and they ended up giving me a spot on the team.”

“Was it hard?”

“Yeah. I was pretty much all alone in a country I didn’t know and having to constantly prove myself,” I admitted. My time in college, while it had been great, had probably been the worst time of my life so far. “I had to practice all the time while keeping up with my studies and even then, I would barely get playing time. Then we had the 2019 College Cup. I didn’t get a lot of time still, but our coach, Paul Ratcliffe, had taken notice of all the practice I put in, specifically with my penalties so when the game went to penalties, I got to take what ended up being the final penalty. I finally knew what the biggest shot of my career was.”

“Did it help you to prepare for the shootout in the World Cup?”

I shrugged at that. Nothing could compare to the shootout that happened at the World Cup. I hadn’t even expected the penalties to go on so long that I would even take one, but then that plan had collapsed, and I ended up taking the final penalty knowing that France wouldn’t have that much film on my penalty kicks and tendencies.

“Nothing will compare to my World Cup penalty. That has probably been the best moment of my life,” I said. I motioned to my ears. “I do kind of have an advantage. It is nice to be able to literally turn off all of the noise. And if you watch the play back close enough, you can see that I had turned it back on right after the ball left my foot. Being able to go from dead silence to hearing the entire stadium cheering was incredible.”

“Did you get the game ball?”

“I did. It will be brought over after our next national camp because surely by then I’ll actually have my own place.”

“Now to backtrack, because you’ll be getting to play with Lotte and Alessia obviously. Not only did they knock you and Australia out of the World Cup but you, as mentioned earlier, won the 2019 College Cup by scoring the winning penalty which caused the two to lose the same game. Is there gong to be any bad blood?”

“No, I don’t think so. Does it sting that we didn’t win the World Cup? Obviously, but we were able to do an amazing job and we overcame everyone’s expectations that they had set for us. In the end, it just wasn’t our year for it. So, I don’t have any hard feelings about that,” I said. I had been upset and frustrated that we weren’t able to win the World Cup, but I was still really proud of the rest of the Matildas. “As for 2019, that’s a question for Lotte and Alessia. Honestly, I’m not even sure if either of them remembers me from it. I might have scored the goal, but my role that season was not a huge one. I didn’t even see an increase in minutes that second year with the team.”

“What are you most excited about being here with Arsenal for?”

“To play for the team I’ve always loved,” I said before looking over my shoulder at Sadie. “It is really cool that I’m also going to get to play with Caitlin and Steph more than just with the national team. And it isn’t just them. I could pretty much learn from most of the players here with Arsenal and I’m excited to get the opportunity to do so."

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I sat by myself again in the mess hall. It seemed that until I got rid of this ear infection, no one was going to approach me except for Sadie. I had really appreciated that she was sitting to eat with me. My hunt for a place to call my own had also been stalled considering I had been trying to rest.

But it had already been three weeks with none of the normal tips and tricks I knew had helped to get rid of this ear infection. Our medical staff at Arsenal hadn’t been able to help me, so they had gotten me in to see a doctor. The doctor had told me it was labyrinthitis, an inflammation of the inner ear.

I had been given medicine for the dizziness that I was experiencing but it did nothing to help the pain I still felt. It led to me ultimately being ruled out of the first qualifying round of the Champions League that took place two weeks ago.

And I couldn’t help but feel like it had partially been my fault when the team came back after being eliminated by Paris FC. I hadn’t even been there with the team for the games. I also wasn’t entirely sure how much the rest of the team knew about why I had been a scratch for the journey.

I looked up at the small tap on the table. Sadie sent me a soft smile as she sat down.

“How you feeling?”

“Tired.”

Not only was I dealing with an ear infection, but the loneliness was starting to get to me. I knew that it would be hard to communicate with my teammates while I wasn’t wearing my cochlear implants, but none of them had tried to get to know me. Not even my national teammates.

I couldn’t wait for the national window to open. Unless I was deemed unable to travel, I didn’t see why I wouldn’t be called up. Even though we’d be in Perth, rather than Brisbane, I was still happy that I’d be back in Australia. I’d even get to see Theo since he had gotten a job with the Matildas. I knew that his main job was to act as an interpreter while I was with the team, but he was also helping take care of all our gear as well.

I sent Kyra a small wave when she smiled at me. The small smile that had taken place on my face quickly turned to a frown though once she moved to join Caitlin and Steph who were sitting with a couple of the English players on our team along with Katie. I sighed as my head dropped down.

“I can say something to them, you know.”

I shook my head. I didn’t need Sadie tackling my problems for me. Besides, once I got over this ear infection, I’d be right there with the other Aussies.

“The last thing I need is for them to think that I’m a coward because I can’t join them and then I send you to confront them for not spending time around me.”

Sadie softly sighed before she nodded. I knew that she hated that I had been left on the outside of the team, but what choice did I really have? I wasn’t really that great at reading the lips of anyone outside of the Aussies and it wasn’t like Sadie could follow me around all day to translate everything for me, she was still one of our assistant coaches.

It was honestly just a really unfortunate situation. One that I hoped would be resolved within two weeks. I wasn’t sure where I would be at mentally if I couldn’t play in our WSL season opener.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My ear infection had finally gotten better a week before we were slated to take on Liverpool, but I was still finding it hard to talk to any of my teammates. Kyra seemed to be the only one willing to seek me out, but it wasn’t often as she was still attached to Caitlin and Steph’s hips. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t been as excited about getting to start against Liverpool. I had questioned Jonas’ decision when he told me, but he said it was the perfect chance to see what I would be able to do so that he could figure out how he would use me for the season.

It would have been fine, if it hadn’t been for the number of knocks that I was taking. It seemed that Liverpool had decided to target me. I wasn’t sure if it was because they weren’t sure what I could do, or maybe they had decided that I was the weak link on the field. But I could handle what they threw at me.

At least until Taylor Hinds and I clashed in the midfield trying to fight for the ball. She had got a hand on the side of my head which ended up knocking off my cochlear implant. This was one of the times where I hated my cochlear implants because it wasn’t like I could just leave it on the ground to come back to while I chased after the ball. No, I had to make sure I grabbed the cochlear implant that had come off my head to make sure that no one stepped on it and destroyed it.

Ultimately, I didn’t even have to worry about Hinds getting too far because the play was called dead. I had assumed that Hinds was going to be reprimanded for the swipe at my head. I wasn’t really sure, but I knew that it gave me time to put my cochlear implant on.

I didn’t tilt my head in confusion when I saw the ref, Emily Heaslip, going to talk with Liverpool’s coach, Matt Beard. My eyes darted between my own teammates because I had no idea why Heaslip was talking to Beard. At least I didn’t have a clue until Heaslip started to wave me over. I glanced around me to make sure she wasn’t trying to get someone else. I even pointed to myself as I raised my brow in confusion. Heaslip nodded her head and waved for me to go over where they were again.

I shrugged as I jogged over to the sideline.

“She’s cheating,” Beard said once I got close enough to hear them. He pointed to the side of his head. “She’s got earbuds in. Getting information from someone up top.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I watched you put it in,” Beard said as he turned to me. My hand flew up to touch my ear. “Yeah, those!”

“You mean my cochlear implants?”

“She should be sent off.”

“They’re medical devices. I have to have them to hear.”

“I’m sure that’s what she tells everyone so she can cheat. After all, how good can a college walk on be anyways.”

Now that was uncalled for.

“I’m better than you because at least I’m playing professionally.”

“Take them out.”

I froze at that. Surely, I didn’t hear that right.

“Take them out before the yellow I’m going to give you becomes a red.”

Heaslip was out of her mind. My eyes immediately darted over to Jonas as I motioned to my ears causing the man to make his way over to us. I wasn’t surprised that Sadie was following behind. Nor when Kim left the huddle of my teammates to see what was going on.

“She’s getting a yellow for blatantly cheating,” Heaslip said once Jonas asked what was going on. “At least I’m giving her the chance to continue the game.”

“They want me to take my implants out,” I explained. I knew that Jonas and Sadie would both be confused as to what cheating they were talking about. “Neither of them are listening that they’re medical devices.”

“Calm down,” Kim softly said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder at her.

“No, they don’t get to discriminate against me just because they’re idiots.”

Heaslip had enough arguing I guess, because when I looked back at her there was a yellow card pointed at me. Definitely not how I wanted to start my career with Arsenal, but there was nothing I could do to change it now.

“Kim, go,” Jonas said. My captain hesitated, but she moved away from the group to join our teammates. “She quite literally can’t hear if she doesn’t wear them.”

“They come out. Now.”

Heaslip wasn’t even listening to what we were saying. Jonas nodded before glancing at Sadie.

“Okay, just give us a minute so (Y/N) can get them out.”

Heaslip nodded and stayed where she could watch as I walked back toward the bench with Jonas and Sadie.

“It’s not fair,” I said. I had no idea how I was going to play if I couldn’t hear since I always wore my cochlear implants when I played. “My first game with the team and they get to ruin it because they don’t know what cochlear implants are?”

“I’m not taking you out,” Jonas said. I blinked at that. I hadn’t expected him to keep me in. “You can still play without needing to hear. Just try not to keep playing too long after plays are whistled dead.”

“Oh, because that’ll be so easy.”

It wasn’t like I could just keep my eyes trained on the refs for the entire match.

“Sadie will hold onto them.”

I sighed as I looked between the two. It would be nice to finish my first match with Arsenal. I couldn’t do that if I let idiots ruin it for me. It only took me a second to take both of my cochlear implants out and hand them over to Sadie before was back out on the field.

Coming off from the first half, I knew that I was skating on thin ice with Heaslip with the amount of time it took for me to realize when plays were dead. I wanted nothing more than to keep my head down while Jonas talked to us at halftime so that I could at least pretend that the rest of my teammates weren’t staring at me, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to look up so that I could understand what was being said as Sadie translated it for me.

Going back out for the second half wasn’t any easier. I had been slow to move at kickoff since I was relying on when everyone else moved. I tried my best to stay away from fouls, whether my team was committing them or Liverpool, since they were the most unpredictable ways for plays to be called dead. It wasn’t as bad as the first half had been.

But it really came to a head in the 67th minute. We were already down by one, but Caitlin was getting the chance to make a run. I had made the decision to pull toward the middle of the field from my side as the rest of the midfielders were still behind the forwards and I. Caitlin was clearly fouled by Koivisto, but no one was stopping even though Caitlin stayed on the ground.

My eyes stayed trained on Caitlin who wasn’t getting up as I moved backwards. Then I decided to do something that was definitely risky, but I knew that if Caitlin still wasn’t getting up then it would be good for our trainers to check her out. So, I darted across the field where Koivisto was still trying to move the ball. Koivisto stopped and relaxed as soon as I got close to her, but it didn’t stop me from knocking into her to win the ball back. As soon as the ball was at my feet, I sent it out of bounds.

As soon as I had turned to go check on Caitlin, I knew that I was in for it. Heaslip had her eyes trained on me as she started to march over where I was. I scoffed as I rolled my eyes at the clear fact that it was me that she was coming to talk to rather than Koivisto who had been the one to actually foul another player.

I didn’t even pretend like I was paying attention to Heaslip this time. I was just tired of all of the bullshit from this game. However, my eyes did widen when she pulled out the yellow card again and pointed it at me before the red card followed since I had already gotten a yellow.

“Oh, come on. What do you want me to do?” I asked her as I motioned to my ears. “I can’t hear. You made sure of that.”

Heaslip’s lips were moving, but I had no interest in trying to figure out what she was saying. This was insane and I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to have to fight these cards just so that I could play in our next match.

“No seriously, I would love to hear what you want me to do. Oh, wait. I can’t because you made me take my implants out.”

I shoved the arms that were trying to pull me away from Heaslip away from me. I couldn’t wait to fight these cards though so that Heaslip would never call a game again. There’s no way anyone would ever have her referee a game once they found out that she had discriminated against me by denying me the use of my cochlear implants.

I was a bit surprised when Caitlin got in between Heaslip and I before the older Aussie started to push me back. She was pointing toward the tunnel, so it didn’t take much to guess that she was telling me to get off the pitch. My shoulders slumped forward at the obvious disappointment from the player that I had spent so much time looking up to. I couldn’t bring myself to meet anyone’s eyes either as I made my way off the pitch and to the tunnel.

I didn’t even bother to stop by Sadie to grab my cochlear implants. This had to be the worst debut I ever had.

I took a seat in front of my locker. It was an easy technique that I liked to use to help keep me grounded. It made it easier not to lose myself if I could feel the ground under me. I stayed there for the rest of the game. It wasn’t until Jonas and Sadie had entered the locker room that I realized that the game had ended.

“That was the worst game I have ever played.”

Sadie frowned but she relayed the message to Jonas who rubbed at his forehead. Jonas’ eyes stayed trained on me even though mine had to dart between him and Sadie so I could understand what was being said.

“I should have taken you out. That’s on me. I just wanted to give you the opportunity to prove to them that you were better than they gave you credit for. Which you did. We’ll fight the cards and I’m sure that they’ll be overturned considering you really didn’t do anything wrong.”

I shook my head at that because there was nothing that we could do to allow me to redo my first game with Arsenal. Especially in Emirates. It had all been messed up.

“I have dreamed of this day since I was a kid. And it got completely fucked up. I don’t care if the cards are overturned, but I do want apologies from Beard and Heaslip.”

Jonas nodded in agreement once Sadie let him know what I had said.

“Completely understandable and I’ll be sure that it is known that we fully expect apologies from both for forcing you to do something you didn’t want to with your cochlear implants. Whether or not you wear them should be entirely your choice.”

I nodded as I wiped the tears away from my eyes. I knew it wasn’t guaranteed that I would get an apology from either of them.

“I believe there are some fans who would still like to see you. Even if you did get sent off.”

I sighed and dropped my head at that. Before the World Cup, no one was interested in meeting me. It meant that when I had a bad game, or it didn’t go the way my team had expected, that I could leave without disappointing too many people.

But I knew that I needed to go see the fans. They deserved something good from me today after the game. I got to my feet, and I found that Sadie was holding my cochlear implants out to me. I took them from her before I headed out of the locker room so that I could go see some of our fans.

I fiddled with the cochlear implants in my hands as I made my way out of the tunnel to the field. I just wanted to greet the fans and then head home. But it seemed that nothing was going to go my way as I was snagged by the back of my jersey.

When I turned to see who had grabbed my jersey, I was surprised to find Caitlin behind me. She was holding a microphone causing me to full turn to find her in the middle of an interview. I furrowed my brow because I wasn’t sure why she had stopped me considering I hadn’t crashed the interview until she pulled me back. But my eyes moved away from where she was to the reporter who Caitlin was talking to.

“You’re going to have to give me a moment,” I said once I realized that the reporter’s lips were moving a lot faster than I could decipher. It didn’t take me long to get my cochlear implants on before I looked back at the reporter. “Okay, now I’ve got my ears on. What’s up?”

“I was hoping to get your thoughts on your first game with Arsenal. I know after how you played in the World Cup that a lot of the Arsenal faithful were looking forward to seeing you only to find out that you were an illness scratch during the Champions League games.”

“I won’t lie. It’s all been a bit frustrating. Up until today, none of that had been anyone’s fault,” I admitted. I knew that I had to be careful about talking about my frustrations for tonight because I could still be punished if I said the wrong things. “I’m just hoping things will start turning around.”

“What’s been so frustrating?”

“Well, obviously I was an illness scratch for the Champions League games we had. I had been dealing with an ear infection during that time and it lasted until last week. It was brutal and there were times where I was in so much pain. It was just unfortunate that it had to happen almost as soon as I had arrived at Arsenal,” I said as I rubbed the back of my head. It had honestly been the worst ear infection I had ever had. “It made it hard to communicate with anyone really, so that was really hard because I do enjoy spending time with others. But I finally got rid of the infection last week, and Jonas decided to give me the start. So, things are starting to turn around.”

“Even with how tonight ended?”

I glanced over my shoulder at Caitlin who had asked the question. She had a frown on her face. I wasn’t entirely sure why Caitlin looked upset, but I knew that it probably had to do with me crashing her interview or the fact that I just revealed that I had been in pain and isolated.

“Getting carded for the reasons I did was insane and frustrating. Jonas and I have already agreed that we’ll be appealing the cards,” I said. Honestly, I couldn’t believe that Caitlin was okay with the cards I had been given. “I’m sure we’ll win the appeal. I would like to make formal complaints about both Beard and Heaslip considering how I was treated.”

“Well, I’m not entirely sure that you’ll overturn those cards,” the reporter pointed out. I turned my head back to look at her. “You obviously got into a heated talk with Liverpool’s head coach, Matt Beard, and tonight’s referee, Emily Heaslip.”

“It’s simple,” I shrugged. Was I really around this many people who had no idea what cochlear implants were. “One of my cochlear implants fell off and Beard had to be nosy, even though he can’t tell the difference between earbuds and my cochlear implants. Then Heaslip sided with him without talking to either Jonas or I. Which she should have done to figure out what I had in my ears if she was really worried about someone cheating, but she refused to hear us out as we tried to explain.”

“Well, I wish you both better luck for the future.”

I sent a soft smile to the reporter, happy to finally be done with the interview. Caitlin followed me as I headed to where our fans still were so that I could greet them. Caitlin stayed close to me as we talked with the fans and took pictures and gave autographs. I didn’t think much of how close she was staying to me until we were headed back through the tunnel.

“So those weren’t earbuds?”

I stopped in the tunnel causing Caitlin to crash into my back. I honestly hadn’t been expecting the question. Once I regained my balance, I turned to face Caitlin.

“We played at the World Cup together. Not only that but we spent over a month together to prepare for it and then play in it,” I pointed out as I tilted my head in confusion. I knew that I had tended to stick around the ones on the national team who were closer to my age, but we had all spent so much time around each other. The World Cup was one of the few times where I had worn my cochlear implants even when I didn’t want to. “You’ve seen my cochlear implants before.”

“I thought they were fancy headphones,” Caitlin defended. I shook my head as I let out a sigh. She could have just asked me what they were, and I would have told her. “So, what do they really do?”

“We can come back to that in a second,” I said. There was something else that was bothering me now from today’s game. “Were you upset with me when I got the second yellow because you thought I had gotten the first one for wearing fancy headphones?”

Caitlin only shrugged. My shoulders slumped forward because her silence said it all. My own teammates had thought I was cheating along with our referee and opponents’ coach.

“What is it that they do?”

“They’re basically my ears,” I said. This time it was Caitlin who was tilting her head in confusion. “It’s kind of how I’ve always seen them. I have my actual ears and they can hurt and, obviously, I can still get ear infections. But since my actual ears can’t process sound, I have my cochlear implants which are my hearing ears.”

“So, they’re like hearing aids?”

“They have the same purpose but work differently,” I said. A lot of people asked me about this when they first found out that I had cochlear implants so that I could hear. “Hearing aids just amplify sounds so they can be detected by damaged ears. Cochlear implants bypass the damaged parts.”

Caitlin slowly nodded as she furrowed her brow in thought. I didn’t mind answering the questions she had for me. I never had been opposed to answering questions about my disability. But if my own teammates hadn’t realized that I had cochlear implants or what they did, I wondered how many people were unaware of my situation.

“And we all just ignored you when joined the club.”

“It hurt, yeah,” I shrugged. This time it was Caitlin’s shoulders that slumped forward. “I understood though. Outside of our little Aussie group, no one on the team had ever played with me before. And it wasn’t like I’ve exactly had a lot of experience playing with any of you either.”

“But we ignored you.”

“I couldn’t really talk to anyone,” I pointed out. It might have sucked and hurt while I was being ignored, but I had understood why I was ignored. “Sure, I could talk, but I wouldn’t have been able to understand the rest of you.”

“Ross didn’t ignore you.”

“Sadie? She knows Auslan, AKA Australian Sign Language,” I said. I had gotten better offers from other clubs, but Arsenal had already told me that they had an interpreter on staff. “Sadie is literally employed as an interpreter for me now that I’ve joined Arsenal. It just so happened that she was already an assistant coach here at Arsenal and now they’re also paying her for acting as an interpreter.”

“Oh.”

I furrowed my brow. The last thing I wanted was for Caitlin or anyone else on the team to feel like I resented them for not being able to communicate with me. Maybe if I was a kid then I would feel differently about the whole situation, but I had long ago come to terms with the fact that most people wouldn’t be able to communicate with me sometimes.

I grabbed a hold of Caitlin’s wrist as I dragged her to the locker room. I was a bit surprised when we ran into Kyra who was leaving the locker room. It was obvious that she was headed home too considering she had her bag with her.

“Back in the locker room,” I said to her. Kyra’s eyebrow shot up as she looked between me and Caitlin. I looked over her shoulder though to see that the rest of the team was in the locker room. Even our injured players who were talking with the others. “Team meeting! No one leaves until I’m done talking.”

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to me as I turned back to look at Kyra. Kyra nodded before moving back into the locker room which allowed me to drag Caitlin in. Once the locker room door was shut, I let go of Caitlin’s wrist so that she could move to sit down.

“It’s been brought to my own attention that a lot of you are more than likely unaware that I’m Deaf. I was born deaf, and I do use cochlear implants to hear,” I announced. My eyes darted around the room to see how my new teammates would react. “I also know Australian Sign Language, or Auslan. So does Sadie. I wasn’t ignoring anyone or wanted to be left alone during my first month with the club, but wearing my cochlear implants while dealing with an ear infection is quite annoying for me so I chose not to wear them. And I’ll answer any questions you ever have. I really have no problem answering questions.”

The team stayed quiet as they processed everything that I had just told them. The longer the silence went on, the more nervous it made me. I couldn’t help it as I started to fidget where I was standing with most of the team’s eyes still on me.

“So Heaslip made you take off the only thing that allowed you to hear?”

My eyes darted over to where Alessia was sitting. I hesitated for a moment before nodding in confirmation.

“I wasn’t cheating,” I repeated. Just the idea of my new teammates thinking that I had cheated made me nauseous. “And all the warnings for not stopping at the whistle? I couldn’t hear. I had to take cues from everyone else. Well, from you guys.”

My eyes turned to Kim who got up to move in front of me.

“If anyone else ever tries to make you take off your cochlear implants when you don’t want to, they’re going to have to go through all of us,” Kim assured me as she put a hand on my shoulder. “And I know that I’ll be giving you my full support in appealing the cards and any other action you wish to pursue against Heaslip or Beard.”

I sent her a small smile. It was nice to have someone who was willing to back me up so quickly. Especially considering that it seemed like the whole team had been under the impression that I was ignoring them on purpose.

“You’ve got my full support as well,” Alessia said as she stood up.

I didn’t miss how my fellow Aussies shared a look before they also stood up to declare their support. And soon after they stood up, so did the rest of the team.

I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face thanks to the support that the team was so willing to give me even though none of them truly knew me yet. It might have honestly been one of the first times that I ever truly felt like my entire team had my back.

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[houserautha]

Life & Death

Summary: The God of Life and the God of Death must meet every year at Samhain together.

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x gn!Reader

Word Count: 857

Warnings: not really any, eluding to sex, some light angst

A/N: I’m taking my own twist on this story. With Samhain influencing Halloween so heavily, I thought it would be fitting for today��

(I intended this piece to be sexy and scary but instead it’s really flowery and romantic? Feyd just makes me feel things, okay)

Summer has ended. Winter lurks on the horizon with frost-tipped fingers, evident in the bite of the evening air across your skin. Laughter rises above the sound of the crackling bonfire and a trio of similarly-disguised children race past you, unaware of your true identity, which suits you just fine. You can move among the humanfolk and enjoy their revelry.

The Otherworld reigns, the veil thin, and there’s a wicked delight in the faces of those around you. As a God of Life, you are enthralled with death. The death of the old year, the dead who travel to this plane to visit, the God of Death himself. You can’t help but study every face for him. Tonight marks your annual union, a promise that he will watch over your people in battle and in death.

And you would be lying if you said you didn’t look forward to lying with him, your husband.

You drifted away from the center of the merriment, brushing back the apples tied to the branches of the surrounding trees, already stripped of their leaves. There is no light to guide you. Only eons of instinct, of familiarity, to draw you to him — the na-Baron, the Phantom King, the rustle of a crow’s wings above your head.

You turn at the sound and catch him mid-transition, feet touching the ground, shedding pitch-black feathers in favor of his humanfolk form. The God of Death is infuriatingly handsome, pale as the moonlight. His dark eyes fix on you and your traitorous heart flutters.

“I was afraid that you had forgotten about me,” Feyd-Rautha rasps.

“After all these years, I like to keep you on your toes.”

He crosses the clearing in two strides. Up close he smells, not unpleasantly, of fresh earth. “It’s cruel to make me wait.”

“Is that right?” You tilt your head back to regard him.

Feyd-Rautha brushes a calloused hand over your face, fingers burying into your hair, thumb cresting your cheek. You lean into his touch. It should be unnatural, life and death together, but tonight you will die in his arms along with the old year, to be reborn in the spring.

“I cannot stand another moment without you,” he bites out, coarse, like he wishes he could reclaim the words before even uttering them.

You don’t know who moves first. It doesn’t matter, not when he pulls you into his chest and kisses you until you’re breathless. You give yourself to him like the flowers have given themselves back to the earth, without concern, to be folded away in the darkness until it’s time to come alive again. And Feyd-Rautha, this God of Death and Battle, forged by war and sickness, lowers you so gently to the forest floor.

He nudges your legs apart. You gasp up at him, flushed with anticipation and the sheer force of being in his presence, your very antithesis. Feyd-Rautha touches you with reverence but, unlike everyone else, he does not treat you as some fragile, infinitesimal thing; you are Life, you are Light, polishing the jagged edges of him. He coaxes releases from you. The earth itself seems to quake with his ministrations, roots erupting to bring you even closer to him, the entire forest moving in tandem with you.

Do the humanfolk sense the change in the wind? In the essence of the night? When Feyd-Rautha pushes himself inside you, the old year wanes, brought forth anew with the waves of pleasure crashing into you. The snap of his hips is restorative, healing — he might be feared, might be thought of as the end of life, but you knew better. He gave life, nourished it, allowed it time to rest and then return with renewed beauty.

You might’ve facilitated life, presided over it, but death served it again and again. He thrusts into you until he’s spent. Both of you are breathless, wanting to linger in this moment, skin slick with sweat, lids heavy, making note of every detail on the other to sustain yourselves until next Samhain. He kisses you again.

“We don’t have to leave,” he says.

You smile softly. The canopy of branches above frame him like some crooked, twisted crown. “We both know that’s not true.”

“Do we?”

He helps you to your feet. You brush off your clothes, find your mask that you cast aside on the ground. Finally, when you can avoid it no longer, you meet his imploring gaze.

“I wish it was true,” you tell him softly.

But you could not be together. Not in the way he wanted. You would lead separate lives, crossing only to shepherd in the new year. Life and Death, always entangled, but never quite touching.

Feyd-Rautha presses his lips to yours. The warmth of him encases you and you wish desperately to preserve it, but then you’re met by the cool autumnal wind again and your last, fleeting glimpse of the God of Death is the silver of the moonlight on the wings of the crow as it disappears into the night.

Until next year.

[maskedemerald]

Weaving Webs CH1

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Warnings: Body horror, manipulation, Spectra is her own content warning, Burns, Spider - for like 2 chapters then it goes away.

The Fenton parents were there when the accident happened, they saw Danny die in an act of sabotage. Now they’re just trying to go on with the strange ghost that is all that's left of Danny. While their old college friend is wondering where the subjects of his revenge are.

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Chapter One - The Accident

The metal panel came free with a few plinks of screws onto the floor making Danny cringe. He knew he’d be the one scrounging around on the floor looking for them later. His Dad grinned not at all phased by the extra work he was creating. Danny leaned over to look and was fairly certain on catching sight of the tangled mess of cables that this was his Dad’s work.

“Alright Danno, I need you to get your small hands in there. Diagnostics say some of the wires didn’t get plugged in right,” he explained with a little chuckle at his own mistake, “I’d fix it but now the paneling’s on I don’t fit.”

“Got it, know which ones?” Danny asked, eyeing the mess.

“Nope, some of the red ones? Some of the greens too. Just give them all a little extra push!” His Dad said before bounding off out of the portal frame to work on some other part of it.

Danny sighed and rolled his eyes, typical Dad. He used a finger to pull aside a bunch of wires to see the circuit board behind but the wires pulled others and obscured it. He huffed a little, the visor of his white hazmat suit fogging up a little before it faded. He was going to have to fix the cable management if he was going to make any progress.

As Danny picked his way through the tangled chaos of unlabeled cables he couldn’t help but be reminded of a spider web. Every few moves of his hand he had to untangle himself Just to get another wire out of the tangle and neatly with the others of its colour. He had to hope that the colours had some kind of system. Even if they didn’t at least they’d be able to see the board.

“Jack? Did you change this setting?” he heard from out in the lab.

“Um nope, well maybe,” he could almost hear his Dad’s awkward shrug.

There was the clacking of keys, “that’s a bit odd.”

“Huummm, maybe if we change that bit. That should get it, right?”

A spark darted from the connected wire as he disconnected it from the board and he swiftly pulled back his hands. Even with the hazmat he wasn't going to risk it. It might not be the vibrant colours of his parents’ ones but that didn’t mean it was more professionally made. His Dad made each of them by hand. Said they needed a bit more oomph to deal with ectoplasm. He wasn’t sure how effective it would really be.

“Mom? The powers on!” He called out to them.

It wasn't meant to be. His dad had said it was off. Either he forgot, not impossible. Or something was wrong with the power system. If that was the case they'd have to shut it all down. It would be months more work before they'd be ready. Danny couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed at that thought. He didn’t believe it would really work but he wanted it to. Wanted it for his parents. Wanted it for the hours he'd poured in as a way to learn engineering.

“What? No it’s not,” his Mom replied confused, “none of the systems are reporting that.”

“I unplugged it, I definitely unplugged it. Where’s that cable?” His Dad insisted.

“What the… Danny! Move now!” His Mom yelled.

Danny startled and backed away from the panel. There was a high pitched whine building behind him. He scrambled forward, his heavy bulky hazmat boots catching on themselves and every cable. There was a loud hiss and the safety shield started to descend. The power wasn’t just on, the portal was activating.

“Shit, no, not yet,” his Mom cursed, her hands practically slamming across the keys, “Jack pull the emergency breaker!”

“On it!”

He stumbled trying to crouch enough to pass under the descending shield. His head bounced in the helmet as he hit the floor. He winced and his head spun. It took a moment too long for him to get his bearings and start moving. He crawled as fast as he could, racing against the descending shield. He pulled back his hand just as the shield descended, the tips of his glove caught between reinforced glass and the metal tiled floor. He pulled it free with some effort, the fingers tearing.

“Breaker’s not stopping it Mads!”

Danny pulled himself up leaning against the glass. He flinched back as his Dad slammed the Fenton Anti Creep Stick into the reinforced glass with an echoing bang. His Mom was at the console frantically trying to get control of the machine.

He could feel a tingle as the charge in the air increased, his hair standing on end. An ominous warning that the Hazmat was no longer sealed. Electric sparks darted from metal surface to metal surface. The growing green glow that was building behind him reflected in the safety glass that trapped him there. The air grew a strange hot cold. There was a crackle like lightning and then he was engulfed in burning cold green.

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[tonberry-yoda]

Crush - Sanji

notes - sanji fic for the poll I did! I'm gonna be honest... I don't really like this one. But that's okay! It's cute, but idk, not my best work. nonetheless though, i hope you all like it at least! thanks for being patient and I cannot wait to do another poll!!! <3

word count - 1,449

You weren't around Sanji often. Your job on the boat was to help anyone who needed it - like helping Usopp make new weapons or helping Franky with fixing up bits of the boat - but Sanji seemed to always know what he was doing. You could cook, but you were no where near Sanji's level, who seemed to be doing more than fine in the kitchen. So because of that, you never saw Sanji often.

When you did though, you got the usual heart eyes and special treatment, but you always thought that he liked Nami more. He would swoon over her like there was no tomorrow, acting like she was royalty or something while you sat waiting for your food.

You could admit that Nami was pretty - really pretty actually. You honestly didn't blame Sanji for thinking she was the prettiest girl on the boat.

But even so, you still found yourself getting a little jealous whenever he would call Nami "his sweet" or "darling" and you never knew why.

Maybe it was because he was charming, talented, and stupidly gorgeous, or maybe it was because he gave you attention sometimes. Either way, you couldn't get him out of your head sometimes, even with the lack of him being around you.

"You seem a little distracted today," Franky said, taking off his welding mask and setting it down. "Everything alright, kiddo?"

You looked up at Franky and smiled. "I'm fine. Just a long day, that's all."

"Tell me about it," he chuckled. "The Sunny sure took a beating. Thanks for helping out by the way. You're always a great help."

"Of course, Franky, anytime."

You and Franky got back to working for a while, but it stopped abruptly as Franky set down all of his tools and crossed his arms at you.

"What?!" you giggled, setting down your tools as well.

"You're not telling me something." he said, a slight pout to his voice. "And I wanna know what it is."

"Look, it's nothing, Franky. And if it is something it's a stupid something that y/n feels stupid about."

"Tell me?" Franky said in a high pitched voice, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Franky you're such a dumbass... but fine, since I trust you. I'm just jealous of something, that's all."

"Jealous?" Franky said, tilting his head and pulling up a stool for the both of you. "Jealous of what?"

"You know Sanji, right?" You could feel yourself blushing already just thinking about him.

"I think I know every member of our crew quite well, y/n, so yeah, I know Sanji."

"Well..." You twiddled your thumbs and sharply exhaled. "He's the 'loverboy', we all know this. I guess I kinda... I kinda fell for his ass and get jealous whenever I hear him swooning over Robin or Nami. Especially Nami."

"I see. Why don't you tell Sanji all this?"

You felt your face heat up even more somehow. "T-Tell Sanji?! No way, Franky, are you nuts?!"

"Well how are things supposed to figure themselves out if you don't put in the work?"

You hated that Franky was right. You hated it so much.

And thanks to him, you ended up in front of Sanji's door, your hands shaking.

You knocked lightly at first, but realized he wouldn't be able to hear that at all. You tried louder, and waited patiently, hearing a bit of shuffling. There was no going back now and god you hated that feeling.

The door opened slightly and Sanji stuck his head out. It looked like he had just gotten through taking a nap as his hair was a mess and he was wearing a t-shirt instead of his usual suit.

"y/n?" He tilted his head and yawned.

"Hey, Sanji... can I come in?"

His face turned a light shade of pink and he turned back to look at his room. "Uh... gimme a sec let me get some pants on." He quickly shut the door and in no time it flew back open. "Come on in, y/n! I don't have many super comfortable spots in here, but uhh..." He walked to his closet and pulled out what looked like a lawn chair, setting it up nicely in the middle of the room. "There!"

You took a seat and looked around Sanji's room. It smelt like cigarettes, but not too bad, mostly cologne, to your surprise.

"Do you want a drink or anything? I could go make us some coffee if that's something you want, y/n."

"That sounds great, actually. Thanks, Sanji." You smiled at him and his eyes turned into little hearts as he lovingly sighed, walking out of the room and to the kitchen.

This was going to be way harder than you thought.

You sat and played with each of your fingers, noticing that your hands were still shaking. What if you didn't have the courage to do this? What if you were a coward after all?

"y/n!" Sanji exclaimed in his signature lovey-dovey voice, kicking the door open with his foot. "Here's your drink, my dear! And I brought snacks as well!" The door closed behind him as he pulled his nightstand over to be a makeshift table for the time being.

"Thank you, Sanji." you said with a smile, taking a long sip of your coffee, which was better than usual.

"Anytime, y/n." He took a sip of his own coffee and quickly set it down, his eyes locking with yours. "Alright, so is there something you needed, or did you just wanna be in my presence because either way I don't mind."

You laughed at that, your cheeks turning pink. Sanji was already swooning so much that a little drop of blood came out of his nose when you laughed.

"Both actually," you admitted. "Thanks for letting me in. Sorry if I woke you."

"Oh, it's fine. I don't wanna be sleeping all day like that damn moss head."

You giggled again out of both nervousness and of Sanji.

"So what was the thing you needed?" he asked, his stupid voice gone and tone now serious. "Because I think we already got the 'in Sanji's presence thing' outta the way." he chuckled.

"Well," you moved around the cup in your hand, watching the coffee swirl. What were you supposed to say? That you hated the way he looked at Nami? That more than anything you wish that you and Sanji could be together without having to worry about any other girl getting in the way?

"Sanji, I like you... Like a lot."

You both froze.

Shit.

Did you really just say that?

"You... what?" His voice was soft and you pulled your eyes away from him, looking down at the coffee in your hand.

"I," there was no turning back now. "I'm serious. I like you the way that you like every girl," you chuckled nervously. "I think you're a great guy You're talented and really damn pretty and.... I'm sick of you looking at Nami like that."

You looked up to see Sanji with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "I-I'll stop. I'll stop looking at any girl like that, y/n. I like you too and-"

"I know, Sanji." you chuckled.

"No, listen to me. y/n, I would do anything for you."

"That's too much." You fake gagged and turned to Sanji with a smile.

"Sh-Shut up." he giggled.

"This coffee is really good, Sanji. Is there something different about it?"

"Oh, it's a new creamer, that's all. Nothing super special."

"Well, I like it."

"Me too. Makes it sweeter without so much sugar."

You hummed in response and took another sip. The two of you spent the rest of the time in his room just talking about random stuff that came to mind. You liked talking to Sanji like this and honestly, it was nice to hear him talk to you like you weren't just another girl he had a crush on.

"Well, thanks for the coffee, Sanji. And for listening to me." You stood up and set down your coffee on the table. "We should hang out like this more often."

"Of course. Feel free to come in anytime." He stood up as well, not knowing what to do. A hug would be appropriate, but he wasn't sure.

But you were sure, so you pulled him in for a hug, leaning against his chest. He hugged you back, but shortly after, you pulled away.

"I'll definitely be back, Sanji." You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and left him standing there with a bright red face.

"You better be." he giggled under his breath.

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[ominoose]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫-𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

Summary: Random drabble's about Steven Grant meeting other Oscar Isaac characters. No Marc or Jake co-concious, only referenced. Characters: Basil Stitt, Leto Atreides, Poe Dameron A/N: This randomly hit me and I wanted to write it because it was funny. Used a spinny wheel for it. Also idk if BB-8 can do that but now he can.

London was it's usual muggy, busy self as Steven ran down the street, hoping to catch the bus to work. It had been hard enough to get a job after the Museum Incident, but maintaining a position was proving to be a much harder endeavor between his abnormal sleeping patterns and head mates.

"Oi! Wait, please!" Steven was within touching distance just as the bus sped off, and at the lack of anything to rest his weight on or break his fall, the man found himself tumbling face first into traffic.

☽ ���𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐭 (Lightningface)

+ When Steven first wakes up in the apartment, his first thought is that he's woken up in a bomb site. The apartment is a mess, furniture and clothes strewn everywhere haphazardly. He's momentarily glad Marc isn't replying in his head, knowing the American would have an aneurysm over the state of the place.

+ Basil is the one to find Steven, jumping up from his spot on the couch and staring at him like he's an alien. The first thought in his mind is that Ricky the Monkey did some crazy magic and brought a clone to replace him. Poor Steven barely has a chance to process the situation before he's trying to calm his scarred, other American look alike down and explain his situation. Nothing manages to convince Basil there isn't some magic going on here, but he stops viewing Steven as an evil replacement.

+ After the initial shock and awkward introductions, they manage to sit down and chat for a few minutes. Basil shares the story of the lightning strike, insisting that its imbued him with magical powers. Steven, bless his heart, immediately believes this and boasts about his own moon powers too.

"You know, I've always wanted to try jumping off the roof and flying, have you done that?"

"Oh no, my mate Marc usually handles that, but maybe we can practice together? Have you got a suit as well?"

"Yeah, it's this paper bag and bed sheet I fixed up myself! C'mon, I have a stool on the balcony-"

"Wait, hang about.... Actually, mate, on second thoughts, lets not."

+ Steven ends up convincing Basil to properly fix his apartment, not just brush away the broken shards and dust. So that's what they do for a while, busying themselves as they theorize on how to get Steven back home with only a handful of brain cells between them. Basil listens with surprising intensity when Steven ends up branching off into Egyptology tangents, and likewise Steven nods along when Basil brings up all the documentaries he'd watched recently. In the end, the apartment does end up in much better shape, and the pair become quite chummy.

"Damn. Thanks for the help... Maybe I did overreact a bit."

"Yeah, it's no problem bruvs, it happens. Surprised the doctors didn't give you anymore meds, though I suppose over here its not like the NHS."

"Oh, no I didn't go to the hospital."

"...You wot?!"

𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 (Dune)

+ Coming to on hot, sandy slabs is enough of a trigger point to Steven Grant as they come. Coming to on hot, sandy slabs with weird astronauts in suits pointing space guns at him goes beyond frighting and circles back into 'Shit yourself' territory. Thankfully they seem to speak English. Unfortunately, his high pitched screams and babbling British noises don't make sense to them while they peer down their guns at him with confusion. It isn't until a booming voice draws everyone's attention that Steven gets a chance to breath.

+ Said breath is swiftly knocked back out of Stevens lungs when a wiser, nobler and older version of him walks into the room, commanding the attention of every single space soldier in the room. The man stares down at him as he lays huddled on the ground, curled into himself, and quirks a single well groomed eyebrow at him.

"I am Duke Leto of House Atreides. You have penetrated your way into my home. Who are you?"

"I-I-I'm S-Steven Grant. Of the... Giftshop."

The Duke continues his stony stare at Steven for a few seconds longer before holding out a calloused hand.

"Well Steven of the Giftshop, I think we both have many questions for one another, and hopefully some answers."

+ When Steven finally gets over being starstruck at the dignified, royal version of himself, and when Leto makes the accidental mistake of mentioning that they're billions of years in the future on another planet, Steven freaks out, having a 10 minute long panic attack. When that's over he geeks out instead, asking a million questions about technology, using apologies as commas and full stops.

"Do people still know about Khonshu in this era?!"

"I'm afraid I am not familiar with that name."

"Lucky sod."

+ Leto thinks the strange, weird sounding clone of himself is a schizophrenic long lost cousin, but at lease he isn't trying to kill him over a title. It's not as common in Arrakis, or the general noble courts, to find someone as earnest, honest and willing to learn as Steven seems to be, which earns him a surprising amount of respect from the Duke.

𝐏𝐨𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 (Star Wars)

+ Waking up in a space ship that's doing somersaults mid-battle while dodging and weaving around beams trying to explode it out of the sky was almost as stressful as waking up on a London bus at 8am. Commendably, Steven didn't scream or cry, but simply had a silent panic attack until a rolling white and orange ball started beeping at him, or rather the ridiculously handsome version of him currently flying the plane.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get on my cruiser?!"

"Bloody hell, not another handsome American me!"

"What?! BB-8, check for a concussion!"

+ After being given a water bottle by the polite little droid, Steven finally managed to calm himself down by the time the ship touch down and the pilot in matching droid colours sprang before him, launching question after question. When he clocked Stevens face, he was speechless, brows slowly knitting over his eyes as he tried to make sense of what was in front of him. Mid stare-down BB-8 nicked the Brits skin, running a quick diagnostic test and beeping the results out to the pilot who's eyebrows swiftly un-knitted at the noises.

+ Taking advantage of the silence, Steven tries to explain himself and his situation, insisting he comes in peace and simply wanted to get home before Donna got another excuse to give him the sack. The pilot finally introduced himself as Poe, the best pilot in the resistance at that, and with a sigh he promised to try and figure out how to get Steven back to whatever galaxy London was from.

+ Poe tries to explain the resistance and the empire to Steven, who in turn compares it to Ammits cult and jointly rants about those who take choice and freedom from the innocent. Poe is happy enough that his weird blood ancestor is with the resistance, even if he does constantly regard him with a quirked eyebrow, wondering how in the universe he managed to evolve from this walking concussion. For a second time Poe is rendered silent as Steven mentions being Moonknight.

"Oh yeah, I've done that too, at least those Jedi blokes doesn't send their jackals after you though!"

"You've... fought? In battle?"

"Course, yeah. Fought off giant gods back to the underworld, stopped the day of reckoning as the souls of the living were flooding the underworld. It was just the other day actually."

"...You killed god?!"

+ Steven absolutely adores BB-8 and Leia, a feeling the bot and all of the resistance seem to happily return, much to the dismay of Poe. Steven's quite flustered from all the attention and questions, leaving Poe to drag him away in a huff, claiming they need to get back to figuring out how to send him home. It feels like a babysitting gig more than anything, but deep down it strokes Poe's ego when Steven ooh's and ahh's at all his resistance tales.

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The Vampire Woman - Chapter 26

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As it turns out, sharing privileged information about vampires is a dangerous affair.

None of them could have expected this, not when they’re in Lena’s apartment, one of the safest places on the planet, and none of them know how someone has managed to get to them.

As soon as Sam had opened her mouth to start answering some of Kara’s questions after she had woken up, something hit them. Lena, Sam and Kara keel over, their hands clutching their ears in an attempt to block out the agonizing noise attacking them.

Kara drops to her knees, the least experienced with her advanced hearing, thus unable to try and cut off the incessant high-pitched ringing that is assaulting her from seemingly every angle.

Soon enough, the noise turns to words, or rather, one word.

“Hush.”

The way one single word can make a vampire’s already cold blood turn to ice is horrifying, terrifying, and everything in between.

Lena and Sam’s eyes lock onto each other as the noise stops, freeing them from the prison of pain they’ve found themselves unexpectantly trapped in. For the most part, Kara is just trying to catch her breath, stunned by what just happened and barely holding herself together as the fear catches up with her, her brain processing that she was just in a considerable amount of pain, and now she’s not.

“What the fuck?” Sam had just about curled over out of the chair she was sitting in when it happened, and now, she leans back, making a conscious effort to rid herself of the tension that wound up around every muscle in her body.

Seeing Sam compose herself and ease the strain out of her stiff shoulders, neck and spine, Lena follows suit. With the tightness there, she almost wonders if she got rigor mortis a few centuries too late.

“We need to move somewhere else, somewhere safer.” Lena pants out, barely catching her breath.

“Like where?”

“I’m not going to say, clearly, we’re being listened to,” Lena says, not bothering to lower her voice. It won’t do any of them any good.

Kara is still on her knees, her eyes firmly fixed on the carpet, her mind reeling. Her panic, anxiety and fear are scuttling around under her skin like a thousand tiny bugs burrowed away inside her. It makes her itch but she can’t seem to make herself move; she doesn’t have the energy after that.

Alex rushes to her side. She and Ruby were giving the three of them some space by sitting in the kitchen while the vampires and hybrid have their discussion, but upon hearing the pained gasps and grunts, they gave up on their stations in favour of making a beeline for their loved ones.

Dropping down before her sister, Alex’s hands brace along Kara’s jaw, cradling her head in her soft, worried embrace. “Kara? Kara, are you ok?”

Kara nods weakly against her palms, very obviously not ok.

“We can’t go anywhere yet, it’s too light out. What do we do?” Sam asks, her eyes darting between Lena and Ruby. “If it’s not safe here, I don’t want Ruby here. Maybe you can get Frank or Jess to come and get her so we can send her somewhere she’ll be better protected.”

“Sam, nothing is going to happen to her. We all know that a hundred vampires could break in here right now and nothing could come remotely close to hurting her because we would rip them to shreds if we had to. Besides, for us to be heard, that means another vampire knows where we are, and they must be strong. However, no vampire can walk in the light of day unscathed.”

Sam shakes her head before pointing at Kara, raising an eyebrow at Lena.

“No, a hybrid wouldn’t have enough power to hear us from the ground, and there’s no way they’re inside the building; the security is too tight. I built this place, and I have safeguards in place to prevent outside ears from listening in. I have no idea how they got around it, but I need to figure out how they did it so I can stop it from happening again.

Alex manages to shuffle Kara up and get her on the couch. It’s clear she’s not doing well, and while she’s doing her best to remain stony-faced, unshed tears are making her eyes glisten and her clenched jaw gives away just how disturbed she is by what just happened.

Her breathing is ragged; Lena can hear it clear as day, and her hands are clenched into fists atop her knees. Lena reaches out to unclasp it, hoping to relax her somewhat, but she tears herself away, stretching her back out until it clicks and shrinking in on herself.

“Kara?” Alex tries again, and seeing the way Kara winces at the sound of her sister’s voice, Lena realizes what’s happening.

“She’s overwhelmed. I fear the audio attack we’ve just faced may have momentarily tipped her over the edge. There are headphones on the nightstand in my room. They’re noise cancelling and should help her regain her senses once again, would you mind fetching them for her?”

Lena barely gets her question out before Alex is on her way to get them. She’s grateful to be given a task, something to do to make her feel useful because, quite frankly, she hasn’t got a fucking clue what just happened. All she knows is that they’re being listened to and that means she has to be careful with what she’s saying. Given that she doesn’t know what is classified as dangerous, she’s opting to say as little as possible.

She grabs the headphones and rushes back to the living room to fit them over Kara’s head, ignoring the blonde’s hands as she reaches out to take them from her. Once they’re firmly in place, she tucks a few stray curls out of her face and sits beside her, her brow furrowed in worry.

“I don’t have a clue what is going on but I need answers as to what just happened and I need to know that you’ve got a plan.” She stares into Lena’s eyes for a brief moment before moving over to lock eyes on the chestnut brown ones of the other vampire, who has her daughter tucked beneath her arm protectively, the younger girl’s head resting against her arm.

“You’ll have to let me figure that one out for myself before I can answer that, Alex.” Lena huffs, annoyed that she’s out of the loop. If there’s one thing she hates more than being threatened by a mysterious voice that is paired with the audio equivalent of being stabbed in the ears repeatedly, it’s not knowing something. Lena has to figure this out.

-

Lena’s senses are going crazy as she ushers everyone into the back of Frank’s car, and she has no doubt that Sam is just as on edge as she is.

They have been waiting all day for the chance to leave, waiting for the sun to go down just enough for them to get out of the apartment and get to L-Corp. At least there, they’ll know they’re safe. The only problem with that is their relative certainty that the person who sent them that message is a vampire too, a strong one at that. That means they could show up at any time, and all they can do is cross their fingers and hope they can get to L-Corp without meeting them.

“Frank, don’t dawdle. Take the fastest route and be on guard. If you see anything suspicious, you must let us know.”

“Of course, Ms Luthor.” Frank drones, his foot hitting the gas pedal before they’ve even had a chance to put their seatbelts on.

A horn sounds from behind them as they cut off some poor soul who’s probably on their way home from work. Kara flinches at the sound, and Lena pulls her into her side more firmly before making sure the cups of the headphones are over her ears properly. “Keep them on. You’ll be on edge for a while so it’s best to leave them on until we at least get where we’re going.”

Kara presses herself into Lena’s side more firmly, taking comfort in the tight grip she has around her shoulders. It’s steadying and makes her feel like nothing can touch her. Her right hand reaches over to grab Alex’s, who looks just about ready to jump into Sam’s lap with how wide her eyes are, constantly searching for the threat they can’t see. The only reason she hasn’t already done it is because Ruby is huddled so tightly to Sam already, Kara’s certain.

Frank makes the judgment call not to take the fastest route but the most populated, figuring that if someone or something is after them, then it’s best he uses the public as their safety blanket. No vampire wants to be exposed to the world, and no vampire is going to risk attacking them on Main Street, he’s pretty sure of that. Not unless the vampire is dumb or overly cocky anyway.

Lena takes note of Frank’s choice but doesn’t say anything. She understands why he did it, but she would still prefer it if he followed her instructions. Fighting over it now isn’t going to help anyone though. It’s already tough keeping everything moving smoothly when they’re all on edge. If she makes a fuss about it, that will scare everyone even more.

Closing her eyes, Lena listens out for any sound that could be coming from someone who wants to hurt them, her ears working overtime to try and find footsteps that aren’t matched by a heartbeat or the telltale sound of some supervillain cackling malevolently in some dark, abandoned building.

Frank pulls up around the side of L-Corp, bringing them to the same side door that Kara was first brought through by him long ago when Lena had him bring her to her. This time, nobody needs to get threatened by a gun to go inside, although Kara wishes she had one stuffed in the waistband of her pants so she could whip it out like she’s in an action movie and get her revenge on Frank.

They all scuttle through the door, their heads swivelling as they duck inside, trying their best to spot anyone down the alley.

The door clangs shut behind them, but none of them lose any tension from their shoulders. None of them release the breath they’re holding. Something doesn’t feel right.

“Everyone get down to the lab,” Lena demands, her ears straining to find anyone who isn’t meant to be here and coming up empty. Diving for her phone, she calls up the new head of security, someone she hired after Vasquez was murdered. She’s not sure if she likes her just yet but doesn’t get any negative feelings from her. “Ms Lane, I want a full head count and a list of everyone in the building please. Anyone who isn’t security is to be taken to the second-floor conference room. Once I’ve reviewed the list and checked on the staff, I’ll decide on further steps.”

“Of course, Ms Luthor. Is there anything you’d like me to prepare for?”

“Just be ready. We might have to move fast.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lena shuts the lab door behind them firmly before heading straight for the safe room. “I know it’s not your favourite place in the world, but please just go in here for now. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I’ll be able to handle it better knowing you’re safe.” She swings the door open and gestures inside.

Ruby is the first to pass through the door after a not-so-gentle nudge from her mom and Alex is right behind her, quickly followed by Frank.

“You too,” Lena says softly, squeezing Kara’s hand. “You’ll be more protected from an audio attack in there, and I’ll feel better knowing there’s someone powerful in there to protect Ruby. I know Sam will too.”

“I will,” Sam confirms.

“Is Jess still here?” Kara asks, backing into the room. “Are you going to bring her down here?”

Lena’s eyes widen. “Oh shit. Sam, can you go and get her? I imagine she’s either already been rounded into the conference room or at her desk.”

Sam takes a second to enter the safe room, duck down to press a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, and then whisper a gentle reassurance to her before she darts off up the stairs, much quicker than the humans in the room were expecting, all of them left shell shocked by the causal display of power.

Kara moves into the room and waits just inside the door. “She should be back in just a moment, right? No point in shutting the door until Jess is here.”

Lena nods but looks around nervously. “I guess so, but it’d still make me feel better.”

“We all saw how quickly Sam just ran off, she’ll be back in no time.”

“They’ll be longer than you think. The day Jess lets anyone make her move that quick is the day a janitor is mopping up her puke from every step in the stairwell. It’ll be like a breadcrumb trail, except it’s just the regurgitated sub she had for lunch.”

Kara pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers, wincing as she tries not to picture that. “Yep, thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome,” Lena smiles playfully, although it doesn’t feel completely genuine, the unease in her eyes overtaking the brief moment of joy.

“It’ll be ok.” Kara tries reassuring her but knows her thunderous heart is giving her away. She almost died the last time they were in a situation like this. Now someone else is threatening them, and she’s got to somehow not freak out.

Sam comes barging down the stairs at full speed, practically throwing Jess into the saferoom before barging Lena into there too before she slams the door shut behind them, locking them all in.

“What are you doing?” Lena exclaims.

“Shut up.” Sam commands, barely glancing back at the group, which now includes a very green-looking Jess. “They’re here.”

“What?” Lena whispers, almost inaudibly.

Not a moment later, a long, deep scratch can be heard from the other side of the door, trailing across it with a noise that makes them all raise their shoulders up in an attempt to protect their ears.

Alex notices Ruby quivering against the back wall and tucks her arm around the girl, noting how she immediately clutches her arms around her waist and buries her head into her chest.

Jess takes the other side of Ruby, joining in on the impromptu hug, a familiar figure for her to draw comfort from.

Frank just huddles in the corner, his necklace pulled out from under his shirt, the little cross held tightly between his clenched hands as he mouths the words to a prayer that won’t protect him.

“I hear you.” A dark voice sing-songs from outside. “I can hear your fear.”

Lena turns to everyone, a finger pressed to her lips to warn everyone to be quiet.

“If you think this adorable little room will protect you, you’re wrong. I know who you’re hiding in there. I know what you’re hiding in there. A beat. “Hybrid.”

Kara’s eyes are so wide she’s confident they might just roll right out of her head. Her hands clutch at the headphones, and to stop herself from accidentally breaking them, she shoves them back onto her head, regretting ever taking them off when they got down here.

Lena holds her hands out to her, holding her palms out flat to reassure her that everything is fine. She’s not going to let anyone hurt her.

“Give me the creature and I’ll leave. Nobody has to get hurt here.”

A snarl rips itself free from Lena’s throat, her protective side coming out in spades as she thinks about what someone could possibly do to Kara. Obviously, whatever she is planning isn’t good. Nobody who has good intentions with someone calls them a ‘creature.’

“Ah, so someone in there has a pair of balls. I like that, and I’d recognize that sound anywhere. You made that sound back when we first met too. So feisty, Ms Luthor.” A sinister laugh travels through the door, muffled by the metal but no less terrifying. “Or should I say, Lenetta Kieran? I bet you don’t even remember; you low-levels never do.”

Lena’s lip curls dangerously. She knows that was her name. Her first name. It’s changed many times across the centuries, often whenever she moved from city to city, or even across the minimal number of countries she’s been to, but that’s one she’ll never forget.

Only one person she met during that time was a vampire too. One person who definitely shouldn’t be here. Someone that she was sure died so long ago. Someone who paid the ultimate price for their crimes but apparently managed to duck beneath Death’s scythe.

“You know me, don’t you, Lena?” The voice taunts, and all of a sudden, Lena is back in her chambers in England. She’s human again, her last moments of being a normal person. The final moment before her life is robbed of her.

Lena’s hand moves without her consent, reaching forward to open the door.

Sam grabs her wrist, fighting against her, shocked by the amount of strength Lena is using to reach forward. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Open the door for me, Lena. You know you want to.”

Kara wraps her arms around Lena from behind, trapping her arms at her side as much as she can, knowing full well that this isn’t a fight she can win. Lena has to resist for them to win this battle.

Sam clings to her wrist, a flame burning deep inside her. She won’t let her do this, not when Ruby’s safety depends on it.

“Don’t make me stop you, Lena.”

“Lena, open the door.”

Lena feels as though something has nestled deep into her brain, changing the wiring and drawing her closer to the person on the other side of the door, pulling her like they’re magnets attracting. She has the desire to resist it but also feels like her wants are not her own. A part of her wants nothing more than to open the door while her logical brain screams at her that it’s a trap.

“Lena, don’t,” Kara mutters in her ear, her arms pressing deep into her stomach as she pulls back on her. Her warmth is steadying against her back and helps guide Lena through the fog.

“I won’t,” Lena says, her tone lacking its usual bite. “You might as well go, you can’t hurt us in here and we’re not handing anyone over to you.”

A cackling laugh travels through the thick metal of the door. “Interesting. You’re stronger than I imagined you to be. Nowhere near strong enough, but you’ve got a little bit of bite to your bark. I like that.”

“Just go!”

“I can’t do that. Give me the hybrid and I won’t harm the humans you’re hiding. That’s the deal. I can smell them. I can smell you all. You have three…no, four. There are four humans in there, two vampires and the hybrid. One in seven isn’t a bad loss. Hand it over.”

Kara bites her lip and winces as nails once again scratch against the door, causing an obvious amount of damage. The door won’t hold forever. Lena made this one of the safest places on the planet, yet here they are, sitting piglets as the big bad wolf slowly taunts them as she blows their house down. “Maybe I should just—”

“Absolutely not.” Lena cuts her off, turning around in her arms and taking her muscled arms in her hands, holding her tightly as though she’s about to open the door after begging her not to do it just moments before. “You’re not doing that. We’re fine, we’re safe in here.”

“Not forever.” The voice singsongs. “How long do you think it’ll take for me to get through this door? A few minutes? An hour? A day? I can wait you out. I have nothing but time.”

“Are you a vampire?” Lena asks, unsure if she actually wants to know the answer, but in a much better state of mind than she was before, clearly the woman has stopped controlling her for now.

“You could say that.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Telling me.” Lena smiles through the darkness, pulling out her phone and tapping the screen with her fingers faster than the flap of a hummingbird's wings. She then shoves it back in her pocket and presses Kara’s headphones against her ears more firmly. “Sam, Kara, this is going to hurt. I’m so sorry.”

The loudest, most ear-piercing ringing booms through the entire building, ten times worse than the audio attack they suffered at the hands of the mysterious woman and strong enough that it knocks not only the vampires to the floor but also causes the humans to cover their ears. It’s not enough to hurt them, but it’s not comfortable.

They hear a piercing scream on the other side of the door, demonic sounding undertones to it reaching forth and battering the lab. They hear the faint smashing sound as beakers and test tubes shatter from the mixture of the scream and Lena’s defence system.

It pauses, and all goes silent.

They relax against the floor, loosening their stiff limbs from their foetal positions. Lena swallows harshly. “It’ll just keep going. The system will take short breaks every so often. It’s random too. It gives anyone affected a chance to leave. I’ll leave it on for as long as necessary. We can endure longer than you. We’re more protected in here than you are out there. We have the upper hand. Get out while you can.”

“No!”

The noise starts up again, and Kara cries out in anguish, the least able to deal with it out of all of them. Lena knows that, at least she does when she’s not also being assaulted by the noise. She just hopes that the woman doesn’t call their bluff. If she does, they really are screwed.

They tighten back up into their foetal positions, their hands covering their ears, and their eyes slam shut.

Another scream from outside the door.

Silence.

“We can do this all day if we have to. We’re not opening the door.” Lena pants. “Give it up.”

Silence.

“You can’t win.”

Silence.

“Why do you want her so badly that you are willing to endure this pain?”

“I’m not. I’ll be back, don’t worry. I’ll find you again, not that it will be difficult; your name’s on the building.”

The door slams.

Silence.

The screeching starts up again, and as much as Lena wants to text security and have them shut off the noise, she can’t make herself move at all through the assault. They have to wait for the next break in the noise.

It does come eventually, but it feels like it takes an eternity. As soon as it stops, Lena dives for her phone and submits the order. It’s over for now. If she’s really gone, that is.

They all unravel from their positions, slowly sitting up.

“Is everyone alright?” Sam asks, her eyes pinned on her daughter. “Ruby?”

“I’m ok, mom. Is she gone?”

Sam turns her ear to the door, listening for the woman.

Silence.

“She’s gone.”

“Are you sure?” Alex asks, her eyebrows furrowed and fear written across every inch of her face.

Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s shaking body. “We’re certain. I think you should stay here while Sam and I go out there and secure the building properly. We’ll come and get you once we’re sure that’s done.”

Nobody puts up a fight. Nobody wants to leave their little sanctuary, fear still coursing through their veins and taking over them.

-

Kara is still shaking over an hour later and it has everyone worried about her. She’s sure it’s just adrenaline, but Lena and Alex have forced her to lie down on a gurney—a new one. Lillian really did a number on the last one when she escaped from being bound to it.

“I’m ok.”

“I’m sure you are, but you’ve been through a lot today, and you were practically tortured by not only her but also my defence system. We believe we only got one over on her today because a person like that doesn’t think that people below them can have similar ideas to them. I installed the frequency emitters after the Lillian thing. I wanted to be sure that I have something to rid the building of vampires should the need arise.”

“Smart.” Kara shifts, moving to take the headphones off.

Lena gently bats her hands away, keeping them in place and instead connecting them up to her phone and offering it to her so she can play some music instead. “Find something relaxing, maybe try to rest for a while. Even if you can’t sleep, you should just try to relax your body and close your eyes.”

“What about you?”

“I have work to do.”

“You should at least take half an hour to yourself, maybe sit down and try meditating or something. You can’t think if your head is everywhere at once.”

Lena leans down and presses her lips to Kara’s forehead softly. “I’ll be fine. I’ll rest once my work is done.”

Kara sighs. She already knows she’s not winning this one right now, so she turns her head until she spots Jess. “Hey! Can you make sure she rests soon, Jess?”

“You got it.” Jess gives her a thumbs up, pausing her sweeping to do so before going right back to cleaning up the broken glass.

“Thanks,” Kara calls out as she settles back down, turning on some soft music and trying not to think about how there are six people milling about the room around her.

Lena shakes her head at her softly, amused but also slightly annoyed by her actions. This woman is something else. Even after suffering through something that is definitely traumatic, she’s still trying to make sure she’s looked after too. If she could blush, she would be beet red.

“She’s not so bad,” Frank admits from his place on a random stool near to where Lena is standing.

“She’s not bad at all, and I’m just happy she didn’t try to have you kicked out of the room before she settled down.”

Frank hums softly. “She doesn’t like me very much.”

“That’s the understatement of the century.”

“I stand by what I did.”

“I know you do, but you cannot deny that what you did traumatized her deeply, just as my actions did the same to her. Our relationship has flourished since then, but it has not come without its trials and tribulations, of which I’m certain are not completely finished.”

Frank nods slowly. “I know what I did. I know what harm I caused. I know it’s not rational that I dislike her for not wanting to help you that day; she had every right and reason to refuse, but I care about you. I’ve been your driver for years, and you’re like family to me.”

Lena looks down, forcing herself to hide the tiny smile the old man just forced onto her face. “You’re like my family too. I just…can you try and get along with her? She’s lost a lot because of me and having you guys at odds just adds unease into her life that she shouldn’t have to deal with.”

“As you wish.” Frank nods. “I’ll be nice to her.”

“Thank you, that’s all I ask.” Lena squeezes his arm gently. “Now, why don’t you go and get Jess to find you somewhere to lie down too? You can call your family and let them know you’ll be home late and try to relax. At your age, you have to take it easy after something like what happened today.”

“Cheeky madam. I’ll be fine, but I suppose I should let Mandy know.” Frank grins at her before standing up and shuffling over to Jess, who eases the broom down before leading him upstairs so he can rest and call his wife.

She moves to her station where she was working on the synthetic blood, eager to see if any of her experiments she was working on have garnered any results, but her cold, unbeating heart shatters as she takes in the sight of it all strewn across the station and ground broken, her notes ripped to shreds. Whoever that woman was, she doesn’t want her to be working on this, and if she could tell what the experiment was just from her notes and the experiments, then she’s smart. Smarter than Lena would like her to be.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Sam and Alex both wander over to come and look over her shoulder.

“Oh crap,” Alex mutters. “Is that the artificial blood experiments?”

“Yep, I guess this means I’ve got to start all them over again. Fuck. At least I remember what was in the notes, so I don’t have to start completely from scratch.”

Sam squeezes her shoulder reassuringly. “I’m sorry, Lena.”

“Me too, but it’s not the end of the world.” She ducks her head. “I’d rather it just be this than any of you.”

Sam nods. “Me too. Need a hand cleaning up?”

“No, I’m good. Why don’t you and Ruby go and hang out in my office? Ruby can nap there if she wants to. I’ve got this covered.”

“Translation: you want us to scarper so you can try and make sense of everything that happened.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “Yes, that. Now scram.”

“You’ve got it.” Sam turns on her heel and eases Ruby up from where she’s sitting to take her upstairs and away from here.

“Oh, and Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s another safe room in my office; use it if you have to.”

Sam nods at her one last time with a reassuring smile before the mother-daughter duo leave the lab, leaving only Lena, Alex and Kara.

Alex finds a box of gloves nearby, washes her hands and snaps a pair on before helping Lena clear up the mess left all over the place.

“You don’t have to.”

Alex shrugs, not stopping for even a second. “I know, I want to. You protected us today and this is what I can do to thank you. I don’t know what that woman wants with my sister, but I know you’re not going to let her do anything either, not to Kara.”

Lena’s lips quirk up. “That’s true. I won’t let anyone hurt Kara. However, I do have to figure out who that woman is. She had a hold on me that I’ve never felt before, and I need to know exactly how and why she was able to do it.”

“That sounds smart.”

“It means I won’t be able to work on my artificial blood project though. I can’t do both, but I need to.” Lena sighs. “If I don’t work on the blood, the supply will run low again.  I can’t risk becoming as starving as I was when I met Kara. If I work on that and put the research into this woman on the backburner then I’m opening us up to an attack. What do I do?”

“You’re a billionaire, right?”

Lena frowns, pausing to look over at Alex in confusion. “Yes, why?”

“Just pay someone to do it.” She shrugs. “You have a load of scientists in this building during the day. Just get a few to work on the blood.”

“But I can’t let anyone know I’m a vampire. That’s the problem.” Lena shakes her head.

“Do you really think only vampires need blood?” Alex laughs, amused. “The hospital is always in need of donations. Believe me, I would know.”

Lena’s eyes grow wide. “Oh, shit. I forgot you’re a doctor. How are you having so much time off?”

“They’ve been trying to get me to take my vacation time for years. So has Kara for that matter.”

“Sounds like something Kara would do,” Lena admits.

“Yeah, but as much as I like resting. I love the feeling of helping people and saving lives. Sometimes, I like to work with patients, and sometimes I do lab testing. I love it.”

Just like that, a metaphorical lightbulb shines brightly over Lena’s head. “Lab work, you say?”

“Lab testing. It’s different.”

“But you’re familiar with bloodwork?”

“No. Nope. Not going to happen. No.” Alex shakes her head. “I like my work at the hospital.”

“And you can still do that, I will just have you come here and also be part of the team working on this.”

Alex sighs. “How big would the team be?”

“Two?”

Alex’s eyebrows raise so high they almost merge with her hairline. “Are you nuts? Only two people?”

“Me and you.”

“Definitely not. The hospital needs the extra help with the testing, so I won’t stop doing that.”

“I’ll start up an initiative to train and send some more people their way then. That means you’ll have time to come over and help.”

Alex shakes her head at Lena. “Why do you want me so bad?”

Lena ducks her head, shuffling her feet against some broken glass. “Surprisingly, I trust you and know I can speak openly around you. I don’t have that a lot of the time and I’ve never had the opportunity to work with anyone in the lab on something so personal. I’d like to know how it feels to work with a friend.”

“We’re friends?”

Lena clears her throat. “Not to make it weird or anything. I just…you’re my girlfriend’s sister, but I also kind of like you. You’re not bad for a human.”

Alex smirks at her, her hip propped against the nearest surface. “You’re not too bad for a vampire, I suppose. You should definitely roll out that initiative for the hospital.”

“You’ll do it?” Lena’s head snaps up. “Really?”

“I’ll think about it, but helping the hospital is a great way to inspire me to agree.”

Lena grins. “I look forward to working with you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and clean, then we can get some of these experiments going again and you can rewrite those notes.”

Lena lifts a few of the ripped sheets of paper and tries to jigsaw them together. “Do you think that if we get some tape—”

“Rewrite them.” Alex cuts her off. “You’re going to be a pain to work with. I can see it now.”

Lena smiles up at her smugly. “Yep, but you can’t back out now.”

“Of course I can.” Alex disagrees.

“Nope, because I’m going to tell Kara you said yes, and you can’t say no to Kara. That would be like kicking a puppy.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Alex glares at her.

“Probably not, but it’s a good threat.”

Alex’s shoulders slump. She hates that she actually kind of likes Lena now. She still gets the odd spark of rage when she thinks about Lena back when she first met Kara and the harm she caused her, but seeing the pair so lovey-dovey and the way Kara grins when Lena’s around has done wonders for making her come around to the vampire woman.

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

They silently keep cleaning, Lena getting tired part way through and using her speed to run through the rest of the lab quickly.

Alex shakes her head at her, but it doesn’t last as her eyes focus on her sleeping sister. “Promise me you’ll focus on that woman. I’ll handle the blood; you just keep her safe.”

“I’ll do my best. I promise.”

“Thank you. That’s all I needed to hear.”

“Just for the record though, I’m not leaving the blood just to you. I trust you, but not enough for you to do it alone.” Lena bumps her shoulder into Alex’s, almost sending the redhead flying.

“Asshole.”

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What if Niffty was a triplet?

Niffty, Shiffty, and Thriffty: Triplet Trouble

A/N: This is such a chaotic and creative request, and it was so fun to write! I can only imagine how crazy it would be if Niffty had two other siblings (ignore their corny names, but i feel like the rhymes are just so fitting lol). I just kind of took creative liberty here, and this one is kind of shorter than my other headcanons. If you were looking for something else or something longer, just send me another request and I’ll be happy to fix it! I hope you enjoy it!

One day, when everyone was just doing their normal hotel duties, a knock sounded on the main door. As the group looks suspiciously at each other, Charlie practically beams with excitement: A new guest seeking redemption! Before she can make it to the door, though, it seems as if somebody had flipped a switch in Niffty. The second the noise was heard, she was already at the door about to open it. 

Charlie would say, “Oh, Nifty, It’s okay, typically I like to greet the gues-” but she is cut off by Niffty’s insanely high pitched and feral scream of excitement. When Charlie looks out the door, she sees… nothing. That is, until she looks about 3 feet down and is met with - two more Niffties? No, that can’t be right. “Uhm… guys?” Charlie calls out.

As the rest of the group comes to the door to see what the fuss is, they are met with two beings, similar in size to Niffty, except it looked like these two were - boys? They shared similar traits to Niffty: pink hair, one eye, fifties style suits.. but who were they?

“Ohmysatanohmysatanohmysatan you’re here!!!” Nifty would say. Before anyone could even blink, the two men would literally scurry like bugs across the hotel. “Uhm.. Niffty? Who.. who are these - things? People? Boys?” 

Nifty would reply, “Oh, I totally forgot to introduce you! Those are my brothers, Shiffty and Thriffty!” Charlie had been stressed enough with the general upkeep of the hotel, and to be honest, two more Niffties was NOT what she needed to lower her stress. “Oh!... why - why didn’t you tell us - me - that they were coming?” she would say through her best forced smile. 

Once Niffty managed to collect them and have them introduce themselves, the group quickly learned what they were dealing with. Similar to how Niffty’s name implied that she was “nifty” around the hotel, Shiffty seemed to be unable to stay in one place for more than 4 seconds, whereas Thriffty was very well-put together, seemingly good with his money. 

After a bit of explaining, it turns out that the triplets were a part of a crime syndicate and died together after commiting a heist. The only reason that the brothers hadn’t joined Niffty sooner was because she was swept away by the Radio Demon to work under his guidance. They had only just seen the commercial for the Hazbin Hotel and noticed that their sister was advertised as the housekeeper. 

Once Charlie had explained in depth the goals, rules, and guests of the hotel, the brothers decided that they would give redemption a try (whether they actually wanted redemption or just to never be separated from their sister again was unknown). 

In all, though their entrance was rather chaotic, Shiffty and Thriffty became useful assets to the hotel - Shiffty running advertisements on the streets outside of the Hotel and Thriffty managing the finances -  and even worked their way to being a beloved part of the Hazbin family.

[allmyey3s]

Wip Wednesday

Well it's been a while since I posted any writing here, huh? I've been dragging on this side chapter thing I'm working on since January. It's already over 4k words and they haven't even really started yet 😭

But after way too long our favorite monster boy is back! Well, not really. But you'll just have to figure it out on your own hehe :)

Anyways this chapter is gonna be extremely fucked up so this is your warning!

Have a little sneak peak as a treat (because you won't hear from me again until October)

"You know pretty girls shouldn't go in the woods all by themselves," the monster purred tauntingly. They suddenly yanked him lower so his now once again hard dick is level with their mouth. Swiss grunts and shakes his head in order to clear his swimming vision. "I'm not a girl," he hisses, baring his teeth when his eyes finally focus on the beast again.

The monster is staring up at him, that content smirk still on their face. "Oh really? And what makes you think that?" they asked in a sarcastic, almost mocking tone, raising an eyebrow.

Swiss scoffs and twists violently in his bindings a few times. "I don't know, maybe the lack of tits and feminine behavior? What makes you think I am one?" he spits and snaps his teeth at them with the last sentence.

The beast laughs loudly with a full chest. Their eyes glint with mischief, but something darker could be seen beneath it. They run their tongue over their fangs bared in a smirk before speaking. "Well, that can be fixed, can't it?"

Before Swiss can question what they mean or come up with something snarky to bite back with, a slightly unpleasant tingling sensation shoots up his thighs and further into his body. His eyes widen with confusion as he looks down only to find a green glow emanating from the creature's hands, where they're wrapped around his thighs. He doesn't really have time to focus on the glow though, because next thing he knows his raging boner disappears.

He doesn't go soft, no, it just vanishes. His entire dick disappears into thin air, well, a trail of quickly dissipating green sparkles. His balls follow suit, and just for a moment his crotch is nothing but a flap of taut skin.

That moment doesn't last very long though. Just before he can really take a good look at the smooth bump that remained, the skin splits into two. Swiss gasps loudly, twitching away yet unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. He doesn't feel any pain, it's all just weirdly numb and tingly, but it's not like he can really pay attention to the sensation while he grows a full vagina before his very own eyes.

He snaps his head back up to look at the beast with a mix of bewilderment, disgust, and borderline panic. "What the actual fuck?" he chokes out, and to his surprise, it comes out high-pitched. His voice sounds higher than it did just a minute ago, not squeaky, but high and girly.

This new discovery only serves to fuel his shock and confusion, and the beast seems to have taken note of the additional reaction. They once again laugh with a full chest, the cackles dripping with amusement and satisfaction, as if they're receiving just what they've been craving for months.

Much to Swiss' dismay however, his transformation is not yet finished. When he finally forces himself to look down again he finds another pair of surprises on his chest.

He's grown tits.

They're not small either, his estimate would be a solid C cup and growing.

His eyes dart from his crotch to his chest repeatedly, brows furrowing and face distorting with disgust. Only then does he register the discomfort in his hips. It's a faint, dull ache, settled deep in his bones. He's felt it before, it's similar to.... growing pains?

His eyes narrow as he focuses his attention to one of his hip bones, and not so unexpectedly, he figures it's moved. His hips have visibly grown, widened and stretched to a typical, perhaps slightly more shapely woman's build.

"What the fuck..." he whispers again, voice breaking a little on the curse, as he slowly raises his head back up to hesitantly meet the beast's gaze. He recoils at the sound of his own voice, all feminine and wrong.

The monster laughs again in return, then leans down and forward slightly, invading the ghoul's personal space. "Well, I think we've taken care of 'lack of tits'," they purr smugly, tone dripping with satisfaction. "What else did you say? Feminine behavior?"

Once again, before Swiss can snark something back, he's being moved, the vines around him shifting and creaking slightly. He's suddenly hanging with his belly exposed to the ground. The position is more uncomfortable than moments ago, the vines digging into his sore hips and his equally tingling stomach.

A clawed hand sneaks into his hair, grips it tightly and forcibly tilts his head down in order to look into the water of the nearby lake - since when is there a lake in this part of the forest?

"I can teach you how to be a good girl, alright."

He stares off into the depths, eyes squinting as he tries to make out whatever the creature wants him to see in the pool of turquoise. "I don't-" he mumbles, then cuts himself off with a gasp upon finally seeing it.

Staring back up at him from the pristine lake surface is his own reflection. Except it looks virtually nothing like him.

With horror he realizes he's wearing the body of a fully developed female. Shoulders narrower than before, two massive tits on his chest, slimmer waist, wide birthing hips and large thighs. His skin is all smooth and soft, only emphasizing the rough texture of the vines holding him captive.

His wide eyes finally travel up to his face and his bewildered expression. He quickly takes notice of his newly moulded face. His mustache and stubble have disappeared, giving way to soft, supple skin. His lips are slightly more puffy and pink-toned than usual, his nose smaller, his face overall more soft and feminine.

Everything is in extremes, there is no subtleness. He looks like a hyper-feminine curvy girl. Once again, as if it's the only thing he can muster up to say, "What the fuck."

Once again, for the hundredth time, the beast gives a booming laugh in reaction. "Like what you see I presume?" they question while making a show of snaking their hands up the ghoul's body. They look so large splayed over his stomach, up on his ribcage, until both wrap around each of his newly grown tits. They grope and knead, causing Swiss to squirm in an attempt to get away from the strange new sensation. They suddenly pinch and pull hard on the nipples, making him flinch and hiss. "Ow- hey!"

The sound of liquid splashing onto the unmoving surface of the lake makes his tightly shut eyes open. At first, he sees nothing, until a faint opaque fleck in the water catches his eye. The beast repeats the action, and with his very own eyes, he can see pearly white droplets drip from his nipples, splashing down into the water.

"Woah- hey! What the-"

"What the fuck," the creature mocks him and tweaks one of his nipples again. "If that's all your pretty little mouth can say I'll put it to a better use."

"Do not dare make me deepthroat a vine again!" Swiss bites, making sure to let all of his frustration bleed into his tone.

The creature hesitates for just a second, and he swears a speck of confusion washes through its expression. But it's gone just as quickly, and just to be more petty, they do exactly that.

"Thank you for the idea, little girl," they purr as they flick their wrist, causing a vine snaking up the ghoul's sternum to plummet straight into his mouth, right past his lips, teeth and tongue.

Swiss feels tears well up in his eyes.

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Short Prompt # 11

TW: Blood, restraints, murder mention, injury, captivity

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If Hero had hit rock-bottom before, this was infinitely worse. They vividly remembered the cold metal connecting with their skull, making spots dance in their vision till their world faded to a pitch black abyss of utter silence, the pounding headache they were suffering a testament to that.

Their arms were bound tightly behind their back, the thick rope unwilling to relent to any efforts of escape, only chafing against the crime-fighter's skin, reopening poorly healed cuts. The gag shoved into their mouth rendered their throat dry enough to rival a desert. Their legs felt like they were made of lead, and their muscles were on fire. They'd gotten themselves thrown into hell, it seemed.

The door creaked open, letting a sterile, white light blind the hero as it snuck into the awfully dim room. They cursed through the gag because every time that door opened, their torture was renewed, their wounds slowly reopened again.

Except instead of one of their many tormentors, their sworn enemy, Villain, stood face to face with them.

Unlike the hero's pathetically miserable state, the villain looked immaculate, untouchable. Their dark hair hung in loose curls, and their clothes were pristine and very soft-looking. They looked like they'd just stepped straight out of the salon, and Hero hated it with a burning passion.

"If I take out the gag, you'll behave?"

The look in Hero's eyes had already delivered the desired message more effectively than a thousand filthy swear words would.

The villain had the decency to finally cave in and slice through their restraints and pull the gag out of their mouth.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

When the hero didn't follow suit, they turned back to them, arms folded across their chest, and they raised an eyebrow at them. Always one for theatricality.

"I can't walk," Hero whined pathetically, fixing the villain with wide, adorable, manipulative eyes.

"Your legs aren't broken," they snapped.

"You try walking normally when you've been restrained for weeks!"

Villain scooped them up against their chest effortlessly. "Keep this up, and I'll bloody well murder you," they growled

"You'd miss me too much," the hero purred, tracing the curve of their jaw in a featherlight caress. Even when they were covered in dirt and blood, they still managed to send shivers up the criminal's spine.

"Wait." The crime-fighter's tone suddenly sobered up, making the villain stop in their tracks. "How do you expect to just waltz out of here with me in tow?"

The hero was usually the brains of the operation, but the villain wasn't too dull either. "I killed them all," they said softly, face flushed with embarrassment.

"Tu as tué pour moi? Tu es vraiment mon autre moitié," they whispered in awe.

Villain never really understood anything Hero said in French, but it sounded so alluring, they loved listening to it anyway.

"I just didn't know what you'd think of me," they answered sheepishly.

"What would you think if I told you I've always had fantasies of someone killing for me?"

"I-I'd kill a thousand more if I had to. They can't hurt you and expect to walk away from it unscathed," they snarled.

Hero pressed a kiss into their nemesis's temple, their mint-scented hair conditioner hitting them like a kick to the ribs.

"I'm going to spoil you so bad, you'll forget all this even happened," the villain promised.

"I'd want nothing more, mon amour."

"Finally, I understand what you're saying!"

The hero laughed, soft and musical, and it set the villain's heart on fire.

Hero had always been the one fixing up Villain's messes, stitching them up in the middle of the night and trying to save them from their path of self-destruction. This time, they could finally let someone else take care of them, let the weight fall from their shoulders, close their eyes, and finally feel safe for once.

To find someone that holds you in the highest regard, that knows your value and isn't afraid to show that to the world is a blessing without a price. To see your soul reflected in someone else's eyes is the most beautiful way to spell out the word 'love'. Et quand je pense de l'amour, c'est ton nom qui est toujours dans mon coeur.

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Kinktober 2024 - Prompt 30 - Suits

This prompt is using characters from an upcoming story I’m working on with @goldieghoulie

In this, Primo is “in his 40s” (but actually much older), and Jess is “in her 20s” (but also much older)... because reasons ;-)

In this story, Primo is the head of a large company (more details for that will be in the actual story.) You can imagine this being set in the 1980s or early 2010s (when the fashion trend was happening).

Jess brings her A-Game to an important business meeting..

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        Primo sat at the conference table, watching as the other businessmen settled into their seats. His eyes skimmed the men, then glanced out the open portions of the glass wall to see if Jess, his business partner and wife, was nearby. He didn’t see her, but most of the blinds were closed, and he knew she’d have sent word if something serious was going on.

“Gentlemen, we’re just waiting on my associate, who is gathering some last minute necessities for us. Please help yourself to coffee and pastries while we wait.”

He gestured to the carafes and platters on the sideboard. Murmured gratitude or refusals reached his ears, a few of the men moving to fix themselves a coffee. It did not take long before everyone had returned to their seats, and Primo signaled for the assistants to begin handing out folders of documents that had been prepared. Sounds of rustling papers filled the room, and even Primo flipped through his folder to triple check all the necessary papers were there. He flagged down one of the assistants.

“Where is Jess?” he murmured quietly.

“Ms. Vane said she was waiting for a courier. Something about revealing a surprise to catch their attention,” the young man whispered back.

Primo nodded, waving the man away.

        Primo watched as she undid all but one button of the blazer to make herself comfortable in her seat. His vampire senses picking up on the sexual attraction oozing from most of the men in the room. He never tired of watching Jess work, or in general. While their relationship had been very fluid over the years, morphing into whatever it was with the physical distance often between them and other lovers in their beds, he always found being around her to be exhilarating and like being home. Perhaps her use of her sex appeal to drive business deals wasn’t completely professional, but it was handy and often effective when dealing with the Boys Club attitude and misogyny. The sex appeal shroud was often how Jess made her business prowess more palatable to assholes who thought women were lesser beings. If only they knew , he chuckled to himself, signaling to Jess to start her pitch. None of these men knew that Jess was his wife, but all of them were currently fantasizing about how they might stand a chance with her because of this deal. All but one, who Primo knew was extremely gay – something Jess also knew, and had accounted for in the use of their assistant Javier. Javier was more than happy to spend too much time beside the businessman in question, refilling his beverage and ensuring he had everything he needed. Well, almost everything. Primo hid a smile behind his hand as he leaned back, resting his head on his fist. He worked hard to control his own thoughts and bodily reactions as Jess took control of the meeting.

        The room was just starting to fill with impatience, Primo could fucking smell it alongside seeing the subtle shifts the people were doing. Waiting for a courier my ass , he mused to himself. He knew exactly what Jess was doing, trying to exert a slight power move. The sound of footsteps on the tile outside warned him of someone’s arrival, but the blinds obscured anything. The door swung open on silent hinges, and Jess swept into the room. Primo’s eyes bugged a little as he took in the fitted white suit she wore, a large expanse of her tanned skin contrasting against it and the black lace bustier visible underneath. She looked powerful and in charge – something Primo knew she was. The other men in the room had gone silent, staring at Jess in various stages of shock and approval. Her black heels clicked on the floor as she moved to her place at Primo’s right hand.

“Sorry for the delay, gentlemen. You know how couriers can be,” she rolled her eyes slightly, but patted the dossier she’d carried in.

She quickly handed a packet to the nearest assistant, gesturing for them to be handed out.

“I found out yesterday that the concept drawings were completed ahead of schedule, and attempted to rush having copies delivered. Well worth the wait, don’t you think?”

        Things were running smoothly and Jess was relishing the control she had over these men. Unlike Primo, she may not have the vampire’s ability to influence people, but she was able to use her own skills and enhance them with sex appeal as needed. At one point she faked forgetting something on a table near the projector screen, and moving into the strong beam of light from the projector caused the shadow of her black lace panties to be semi-visible. She noticed even Primo shifted a bit at this display, and internally smirked to herself. Casually strutting the long way back to her seat, she went past Primo, pausing to lean on the back of his chair. As she spoke, she let her hand rest familiarly on his shoulder for a few minutes before moving to her own seat again. One of the men finally got brave enough to ask her a question.

“Now, Ms. Vale, you’ve indicated you would like us to increase our investment to expand the concept, but what would our returns be like? What is the benefit to us?”

“I’m glad you asked, Mr. Smith.” She gave him a sultry smile. “If you turn to page twenty-four in the papers we gave you earlier, I will happily walk you through the returns to your company.”

And so the meeting continued. After the question from Mr. Smith, another of the men seemed to grow braver now, except he decided to be far flirtier. Jess would allow it for the time being.

        Soon enough the agreements were made, documents marked for legal teams to review, and the businessmen departing. Jess was reviewing a document, leaning over the table when someone’s hand touched her ass. Slowly she turned her head, ready to murder anyone who was touching her without permission.

“You did amazing, my dear,” Primo murmured, leaning in to appear like he was also reviewing documents.

“Thank you, love.” She smiled at him.

His hand slid away, and she missed the touch for a moment before he was speaking again.

“I’m going to head to my office, you can finish here?”

“Of course,” she smiled at him. “I’ll see you later. Maybe we can celebrate.”

Primo nodded and left the conference room, and Jess returned to reviewing the documents. Moments later she heard someone jingling change behind her.

“Ms. Vale, could I have a moment of your time?”

“Mr. Stewart, of course.” She straightened. “How can I help you?”

He stepped into the room, an almost predatory look on his face. “I was wondering if you’d like to get drinks to celebrate your – I mean, our – success today.”

        His eyes scraped over her as he stepped closer to her, stopping directly beside her, and Jess worked hard to keep the sneer of disgust off her face.

“Unfortunately I am unavailable, Mr. Stewart.”

“Call me Mark. Mr. Stewart is so formal.” His hand stroked her arm. “Surely we can find some time for us tonight?”

Her smile fell from her face. “ Mr. Stewart . I said I was unavailable and you would do well to respect that.”

“Do you suck Primo’s dick to get where you are?” He sneered. “Do you bend over his desk and let him do whatever he wants to you? I saw him with his hand on your ass, and I knew…”

“You knew what?” She snarled quietly.

“That you clearly sleep your way to success.”

“Do you think that’s going to make me sleep with you?” she asked icily.

“Do you stand to lose anything from it?” He taunted.

Jess smirked, laughing. “You are nothing compared to your business partners. Sleeping with you gains me next to nothing.”

Anger filled his visage, and he inhaled sharply in offense. “You bitch!”

“Did I hit a nerve?” She murmured condescendingly. “Poor Mark.”

“This is not over. I will find a way to ruin you and this deal!” He spun on his heel, marching from the conference room.

Jess laughed softly to herself. Any move he made would destroy his company more than theirs.

        The door to Primo’s office swung open and he looked up as Jess strode in with a bottle of champagne in hand, kicking the door closed behind her. It was later, most of their employees were gone for the evening. He smiled at her appreciatively, watching her walk across the room. She still wore her white suit with the black bustier and heels.

“I couldn’t find glasses,” she murmured, perching beside him on his desk.

“We can use the ones from my bar cabinet if we need them,” he smiled softly at her, leaning back in his chair.

“I also brought you this…” She reached into her bustier and pulled out a small vial of dark red liquid.

Primo took the vial. “You’re so good to me… Even warming it for me.”

“Body temp is best, right?” She smirked knowingly.

“Indeed it is.” Primo moved to the bar cabinet and fetched two glasses. “Uncork that, hm?”

He poured the contents of the vial into his glass, listening to Jess uncork the champagne. She poured the bubbling liquid into the glass, watching the blood mix into the champagne. Jess filled the second glass, picking it up and holding it to toast.

“To our business success and their continuation,” she offered.

“And to us,” he added, clinking his glass against hers.

        They both sipped their drinks, relaxing and basking in their success.

“I like this fashion trend on you,” he murmured, rubbing her thigh affectionately. “It’s… Stunning, honestly.”

“You’ve always loved me in a suit,” she smiled at him.

“We love each other in a suit, but even after all these years, there is something different when they’re on you. And this ,” he stroked a finger up the boning of the bustier, “is a wonderful addition. One I hope to see often. Especially a red combination. Perhaps I’ll buy you a number of options.”

Jess chuckled, feeling some goosebumps spread on her skin as Primo’s fingers kept playing over the bustier.

“If you wish to.” She scooted over on the desk, her legs on either side of him.

“I think I will.”

Jess set her glass down, then leaned towards him, taking his tie in hand and pulling him to her for a kiss. Primo willingly met her part way, one hand holding hers on his tie, the other cupping her cheek. After the length of time they’d been together, Jess had become accustomed to the metallic taste of blood in his kisses. They kissed for a few minutes before Primo pulled back.

“Take off your trousers, Jess… I want to see those panties you were showing off earlier.”

        Jess undid the waist button and slid down the zipper slowly, watching Primo watch her. Impatient, Primo’s hands went to her waist, and Jess lifted her hips so he could slide her pants down over her butt.

“I will never tire of seeing you, loving you, experiencing you,” he murmured, stroking her skin tenderly.

Jess smiled at him. “That’s good, because you’re stuck with me.”

“The horrors,” he teased wryly, cupping his hands behind her butt and pulling her towards him.

She slid into his lap, kissing him again.

“Mr. Stewart is going to be an issue,” she murmured. “But I think we can make him into a benefit.”

“Oh yes?”

“Mhm. He hit on me.”

“Oh dear.” Primo nuzzled into her neck, hands sliding around her torso. “I assume you set him straight.”

“His response to rejection was to immediately accuse me of sleeping with you.”

“Foolish man.” Primo kissed her neck and collarbone. “He clearly underestimates you.”

“He had the audacity to underestimate you.”

“He had the audacity to tell me I had no business acumen and I just sleep my way into things.”

“Bastard.” He looked up at her. “And what benefit do you think we can turn him into?”

        Primo knew exactly what she was implying.

“He has very little value to his company. I’ve done the research. They wouldn’t miss him.”

“Ms. Vane, what are you implying of me?” He teased, nuzzling into her breast through the cup of the bustier.

“Oh, just that you might be… hungry.”

“Mm, hungry indeed. In many ways. That hunger is not a priority at the moment. Perhaps later on.”

Jess stroked his hair as he mouthed at her, arching into him.

“This suit really is stunning on you. Especially without the trousers.”

“So you want the blazer to stay on?”

“For now, perhaps. I love that you’re so confident and aware of your own power, my love, I always have,” he murmured.

“Thank you, darling,” Jess smiled as she kissed him passionately.

She could feel the impact she was having on him under her as she straddled him.

“Is the office more or less empty for the evening? I’d hate to disrupt their work with our celebrations .”

“Mhm, it’s empty now.”

“Good!”

Jess giggled as her hands went to his belt to help really kick off their celebration.

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Word Count:  5.7k+

Pairing: Husk x Angel Dust (HuskerDust/AngelHusk), slight Angel Dust x OC

Summary: “Give him everything but your ass.” Angel Dust was tasked with one job: convince the investor to subsidize Valentino’s agency. Angel was more of a closer to Valentino, enticing the wealthier of his associates into funding projects for him. However, this latest pitch didn’t go as planned and Angel’s hubris prevented him from seeing the potential drawbacks of a one night stand with someone Valentino marked. In this slow burn love story, Angel must confront the worst parts of himself if he is going to win back his career.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+ for foul language and unprotected sexually explicit content

Author's Note: I hope this chapter was worth the wait, my apologies for the delay!

Angel Dust tried to calm himself as he sat in the meeting room that he’d more or less fired Mr. Jullien in several weeks ago. It was sobering to say the least how their roles had reversed. In the darkest part of Angel’s mind, he worried that Jullien had only set up this meeting to give him hope before letting him crash and burn. Angel looked towards the rest of his team, their faces showing just as much anxiety as his. He took a deep breath, exhaling from his nose. 

Everything was going to be fine, Angel told himself.

Spitzers was seated at the end of the table, his hands folded in on themselves as he waited patiently. While his expression was muted, that did not mean that he was at all settled. Angel could tell just by looking at him that his mind was going through several back up plans. The only problem was, that he probably couldn’t think of any.

Agony and Brut were a different story. Their worries showed right on their faces. Brut seemed to always be anxious–it was in his nature to show whatever he felt. He could probably tell that they’d found themselves in a precarious situation–but negotiating deals like this was not his strong suit. It was likely that he was putting all of his trust in Spitzers.

Agony was strumming his fingers on the table, eager to get started with the meeting and yet simultaneously terrified that it would start. His eyes swept over the table as well, his eyes meeting Angel’s. He gave an unsteady smile–not quite sure what else to do. 

Angel smiled back, trying to hide the feelings of dread he clearly felt. While none of his current partners knew that Angel fired Jullien, he knew that it would give them yet another reason to worry so he kept it to himself. 

Like it was his cue to arrive, Mr. Jullien walked through the door to the small conference room. He looked pretty grim–and his eyes were cold as they swept over Angel Dust in particular. He did his best not to cringe, instead rising from his seat and offering his hand up in greeting since he was the closest. 

“Thank you for coming,” Jullien said without a shred of emotion and a limp handshake. 

Angel nodded, “Thank you for reaching out,” he grabbed his hand. 

Then, Jullien went around the room and greeted everyone else, stopping only when he’d made a full circle around the table. He motioned for all of them to take their seats, and they did.

“It’s come to my attention that Valentino has blacklisted you,” Jullien said to Angel.

Angel nodded despite feeling singled out. “That’s correct,” he said politely. 

Jullien chuckled wryly, “Well that’s karma for you.”

Angel took the comment on the chin, trying to laugh with him. He looked towards Spitzers, hoping that if anything, he had a plan. 

Spitzers cleared his throat, “We were under the impression that you were here to form an alliance.”

Jullien quieted down, nodding towards Spitzers. “Since Valentino revoked his support, I’ve been forced into a lot of unsavory alliances,” he said, his eyes fixed onto him.

Angel gulped, knowing for a fact that they were about to get fired before their partnership even began. 

“But my company is all the better for it,” Jullien said after a moment. 

Angel–hell, the whole room–looked at him strangely. 

“I was forced to look into investors, however a majority of them sided with Valentino’s decision to sever our ties,” Jullien recounted. “However, I was able to come to an agreement with one and our immediate concerns of bankruptcy dissolved.”

Angel sat up in his chair, his eyebrows knitting together. 

“I was consulted with this investor once we learned of your blacklist, Angel Dust,” Jullien said. “And he convinced me that we would be fools not to capitalize on the biggest mistake Valentino has ever made.”

The entire room seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Angel Dust sat there, his mouth agape as the rest of his team started to chuckle nervously. He looked at Spitzers, who put his hand to his shoulder. 

“Tezan said that?” Angel said, shock still apparent on his face. 

Jullien was surprised that he knew of him, but nodded nonetheless. “He insisted that we put the past behind us.”

While Spitzers and Jullien went back and forth regarding the details of their merge, all Angel could do was sit there quietly. After Angel met with Tezan and they had their little exchange, he thought that would be it for him. Angel thought that once Tezan enacted his revenge that he would be finished with him. But to hear that he stuck his neck out for Angel–for an enemy…

Angel wondered if perhaps Tezan was simply righting the wrong–just like Angel had attempted to do with Agony and Brut. Perhaps Tezan truly regretted his involvement. That was a feeling that Angel was far too familiar with. As terrible as Tezan was–he’d really saved Angel’s ass with this one.

Angel rummaged through the pile of mail that had formed–all addressed to him. He read each one, flipping through the stack quickly. Bills, coupons, scam, invitation, scam, credit card, Angel rifled through the stack again, finding the black invitation. He threw everything else in the garbage can next to his door. He ran his fingers along the velvety envelope with gold lettering embossed on the front.

You’ve been invited…

Angel tore open the envelope and opened up the card inside. It was black, the same gold lettering used throughout the invitation. 

You have been invited to the AVN’s Award Ceremony where you and many others within the industry have been recognized for exemplary talent. 

Angel read on, his eyes catching the usual details–one being that he could bring a plus-one–and there was really only one person that came to mind. He rifled through his pocket with one hand, holding his invitation with the other. Angel opened his text conversation with Cherri. 

Over the last few weeks, he’d been busy trying to repair his career that was in shambles–but he’d also been trying to repair his relationship with Cherri. He scrolled up on their conversation, which had been one sided ever since he’d sent those first few apology texts. So far, he’d apologized three more times–going into detail and being more vague–and nothing garnered a response. 

Angel sighed. He knew that he didn’t really deserve a response–not with the way he’d pushed her away and ditched her. He thought that that was over the first time he’d done it–but it seemed that he was full of surprises, good and bad. Still, Angel took a deep breath and did the only thing he hadn’t had the courage to do all these weeks. 

He hit the call button. 

Angel went through all stages of grief as he heard the phone ring. There was no way she would answer–not after giving him the cold shoulder for this long. Angel knew she was one stubborn bitch anyway. If she answered, Angel knew that he could smooth things over but–

Oh God, what if she never answered? Angel thought, one of his hands going to his head as he paced his room.

Then, Angel heard a click on the other end of the line. 

“Hey,” Cherri said quietly–almost like she was having the same crisis as he was. 

“Hey,” Angel parroted, his voice low.

The two of them let the silence drag between them–and Angel regretted being so impulsive. If he knew she was going to answer, then he would have prepared something to fucking say.

“Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much,” Cherri said into the phone. 

“Why the fuck are you apologizing?” Angel asked incredulously. “I’m sorry for being such a fucking asshole.”

Cherri laughed into the phone, “Yeah, you were pretty rotten,” she said.

Angel missed her laugh. “What have you been up to?”

Cherri recounted a few funny stories about what she’d been doing for the last few weeks. Most of it was dumb day-to-day shit, and Angel understood completely. Afterall, Angel knew that they were one in the same. Cherri was his person, and Angel was hers–without each other there…

“I’m sorry for shutting you out,” Cherri and Angel both said in unison. Then they both laughed. 

It wasn’t like everything was magically fixed. There were still things that Angel knew he couldn’t tell her yet–and Cherri likely felt the same–but it was a start. She decided to give him the time of day again, and that was a good enough victory in and of itself. He’d missed weeks of his best friend’s life in an instant, all because he didn’t know how to deal with his own shit.

Angel inhaled deeply and sighed, “It’s great to hear your voice.”

“You too,” Cherri said. “Do you want to go out for drinks or something? Catch up?”

Angel smiled so hard his cheeks hurt. “You know, it’s funny, because I know exactly where we can go.”

“Are you done in there yet?” Husk asked, the frustration in his tone evident. 

“Perfection takes time, Husky,” Angel shouted from the bathroom. 

He looked in the mirror, giving himself a once-over before leaving. Then, Angel grabbed the knob and swung open the door. “Are ya ready for me?” Angel cooed.

Husk grunted instead of responding. 

Angel walked over to him, his hands behind his back as he showed off one of the outfits that he’d thrown together for the award ceremony tomorrow. 

“What do you think?” Angel asked, twirling the teal cocktail dress. His hands went to the hem of the dress, lifting his leg up to show off the sparkly heels he’d paired with it. 

Husk raised an eyebrow, “What else ya got?”

Angel made a face. “What, is it the neckline?” Angel looked down at the halter neckline, which did hide a majority of his fluff. If he were honest, he really only chose it because he thought the color complemented his complexion.

Husk grabbed Fat Nuggets from the floor and began patting his head. “Try again,” he said before banishing Angel back to the bathroom. 

Angel huffed the whole way, but he was excited to show off his next outfit. He hurried and shed the teal dress, his arms already searching for his second outfit. Without much of a fuss, he slid on the next one, his hands working the dress and sliding it down. Within minutes he was back out and modeling for Husk.

“Okay, what about this one?”

Husk nodded, “Better,” he said quickly.

Angel looked down at the sweetheart neckline–his eyes immediately drawn to the intricately lined beading that seemed to come from the right side of the dress and sprawl out towards the left. The dress was form fitting and stopped just above his knee. This particular dress was to showcase his legs above all else. 

“You think so?” Angel said with a smile. “There’s one more after this.”

Husk waved him off and Angel got to work switching out the dresses. He traded out one pair of heels for another, using the sink for balance. He was out of the bathroom in record time. 

“Close your eyes, this ones a real show stopper!” Angel hollered from just outside the bathroom door.

Angel waited a beat for Husk to comply–which he didn’t doubt that he did. Angel walked towards where Husk was seated on the bed, quietly stepping in front of him so that he could sneak a glance at him. Angel smiled, he had indeed done as requested and shut his eyes. He sat there with his ankle resting on his knee, Fat Nuggets spread across his lap getting the petting of a lifetime. Both hands.

There was a look of annoyance on Husk’s face, but Angel could tell that he was enjoying himself. If he was truly angry, he would have just left. But, the fact that he was here placating Angel meant that he was happy to spend some time with him. Truth be told, Angel had been so focused on the agency, all he had time to do these days was work and sleep.

And of course a trip to the deli before work when he remembered that he needed to eat to live. Belise always told him if he’d seen his pig or not that day. Fat Nuggets too. He brushed his hands on his dress, smiling down at Husk for one last second. He really wanted to soak in their time together.

“Open,” Angel said after a moment. 

Husk opened his eyes slowly, his attention drawn to Angel’s shoes first. Angel kicked them out for him, showcasing the satin fabric of the shoe with flowers trailing up the heel. Husk followed the exposed skin of Angel’s legs, the train of emerald chiffon hiding them just enough to pique his interest. Husk sat up, his eyes tracing where the chiffon met the bandage-style crossbody bodice.

Angel’s eyes followed Husk’s as his eyes were finally drawn to the sweetheart neckline that was embellished with similar flowers to the heels he sported.

“Well?” Angel asked, gesturing towards the dress.

“Huh?” Husk said before shaking his head. “Oh, it looks great.”

Angel didn’t look impressed, instead he placed his hands on his hips and leaned forward. “Great?” Angel parroted.

Husk nodded, seemingly fixated on the gown. “It’s clearly the best.”

Angel looked down. “Well I’ll admit, I was secretly hoping that you’d choose this one.” 

He made a show of twirling the train, letting the light fabric catch against the wind he’d created. He stopped as quickly as he’d started. 

“Okay, that settles it,” Angel said happily. “Let me just take this off,” he clapped his hands together, taking a moment to reach behind him towards the zipper.

Angel watched from the corner of his eye as Husk put Fat Nuggets down on the bed next to him before he stood. He took a step closer, his hands stretching towards the chiffon. He grabbed it, rolling the fabric between his fingers. Angel’s arms fell to his sides and he watched as Husk palmed the exterior of his thigh–slowly dragging against the satin bodice. Angel felt the pressure of his hand as it made its way from his stomach to his ribs…and finally towards the small of his back. 

Husk pulled Angel towards him, his face buried in Angel’s fluff. Angel was surprised, his hands going to Husk’s shoulders. Husk lifted his chin–his eyes immediately going to Angel’s. When he looked down, the only thing he saw was Husk’s face.

Angel opened his mouth to speak, but the only thing he could do was bite his lip as he felt Husk’s left hand travel up his other leg, moving at a slow crawl before sneaking its way up his back. 

“Let me help,” Husk whispered to Angel before sneaking a kiss to his collarbone.

Angel felt his entire body heat up at Husk’s request. He tried to get himself under control once he felt Husk’s hands leave him. He watched as he stepped back, and Angel wanted nothing more in that moment than to close the distance between them. But instead, he turned his back to him and waited. 

Angel breathed in when he felt Husk’s fingers tracing the back of the dress, right where his skin and the fabric met. He traced the outline of the zipper slowly, separating the satin overlay and revealing the metal teeth underneath. Then, like he was being paid by the second, Husk grabbed the slider and slowly dragged it down. 

Angel felt the cool air against his back for a moment, the dress splitting down the middle. Then, Angel felt Husk kiss the space between his shoulder blades softly. He gasped at the gentle touch, and with each centimeter that the zipper exposed, Angel was awarded with another kiss. For a moment, Angel wished that he was in front of a wall or something because he desperately needed something to lean on. The slider finally reached the bottom of the track, right at the small of Angel’s back. When Angel felt Husk’s lips graze the sensitive skin there, he nearly collapsed. 

Husk stayed low, choosing to kiss a trail upwards along Angel’s spine. Angel reveled in every soft touch of his lips, goosebumps raising on his skin. He exhaled the air he didn’t know he’d been keeping in and Husk wrapped his arms around his stomach in response.

“Almost there,” Husk whispered over Angel’s shoulder. 

Husk raised his hands slowly, going at an agonizing pace as they finally met the neckline of the emerald dress. Husk scooped Angel’s fluff in his hands, breathing a contented sigh against his exposed skin. Angel leaned forward slightly, the tickling sensation from behind him making him antsy. Husk followed him, giving his back another kiss as his hands dragged Angel’s neckline lower as he undressed him.

Angel felt the fabric leave his chest and ball up towards his bottom row of arms. Husk reached around him and touched every ounce of exposed skin that he’d freed from Angel’s dress. When he cupped fistfuls of Angel’s fluff, Angel choked on a moan. He tried to stifle himself with his top set of hands since his other ones were currently struggling to shimmy free from their arm-hole prison.

Husk came to the rescue, pulling the bodice forward so that Angel’s arms could sneak out. Once they were free, he covered his chest with them, suddenly feeling very exposed even though it was just them and Fat Nuggets in his room right now. Angel felt Husk’s hands follow the bodice to where it was bunching up at his hips. He followed Husk’s movements with his mind, feeling as he lowered the fabric until it fell to the floor. 

Once the dress was off, Angel felt Husk’s hands falter at his waist. His fingers played with the fabric of his panties–snapping the elastic against Angel’s skin. Angel shuddered as Husk’s face dipped lower, kissing a trail all the way from his back to his hip.

“Step out for me?” Husk whispered against hip. 

Angel complied, stepping to the side so that Husk could pick up the dress off the floor. Once Husk picked it up, he draped it over his arm and presented it to Angel. Angel swallowed hard, taking the garment and avoiding eye contact with Husk. He walked towards the bathroom, grabbing the hanger he’d taken it off of and hanging it on the back of the door to deal with later. Fat Nuggets seemed to have followed him over, nudging his snout against Angel's leg. He looked below him, watching as Nugs chose to lie in Angel's discarded street clothes.

Suddenly, Angel heard Husk from the other side of his room. 

“Let me take off your shoes.”

Angel felt his entire body reduce to jelly. There he stood in the doorway of his bathroom–his arms covered in goosebumps and his skin pinkening at his cheeks. His legs were damn close to giving out from under him…and Husk wanted to continue? Husk was clearly trying to kill him–why else would be trying to turn him on like this?

Angel tried to deny him, deny himself, but he left the doorway immediately. He walked slowly, giving Husk a show as he sauntered over. Angel liked to believe that his gate was laden with confidence–but he knew in his heart that he had the grace of a chicken as he stumbled over to Husk. He wasn’t normally this nervous, but there was something about Husk’s gaze that unnerved him. 

Angel stopped just shy of Husk, giving him a moment to take him in. Angel was in nothing but his emerald green pumps and his black panties. Lesser men would have fucking died seeing him like this. But, Husk simply beckoned him to take a seat on his bed. Angel wasted no time and sat down on the edge of the bed. He kept his knees together, looking up at Husk. 

Husk got down on one knee in front of Angel’s legs. He looked up at him, his eyes half-lidded as he reached for Angel’s calf. When his fingers made contact with his skin, Angel jolted a bit but ultimately rested in Husk’s hand. Husk let his fingers trail down his leg, moving slowly towards his ankle. Finally, they reached the flower detailing along the heel of his pump. Husk took extra care as he slipped it off of him, placing it beside him on the floor. 

Angel’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Husk’s lips against his shin, peppering kisses all the way up to his knee. When Angel felt his hot breath on his inner thigh, Angel fell back against the bed, covering his face with his hands. 

“Fuck, Husky,” Angel breathed.

Husk made a noise in the back of his throat–like he was goading Angel. Smug bastard.

Husk immediately switched to Angel’s other thigh, his lips using where Angel’s thighs met as a bridge. Angel felt his stomach drop as the kisses continued down his shin. Husk lifted up Angel’s leg and he slowly took off his other shoe. Placing them together on the floor, Angel hoped that the torture was over. 

That was until Husk lifted Angel’s left leg in the air and spread his legs to compensate for his hips as he stood. Angel moved his fingers enough to look at Husk as he thrust himself against Angel. He moaned against his fingers, dropping his hands so that he could lift himself up onto his elbows. 

“Angel,” Husk said, his voice thick.

Angel didn’t reply so much as he did whine, “Yeah?”

Husk lowered his body against Angel’s moving his hips forward, coaxing another moan from him. Husk stopped just short of Angel’s mouth, his arms keeping him in place. 

“Do you want this?” Husk asked, his hips pressing firmly against Angel once again. 

Angel writhed against the pressure, he moaned instead of answering. 

“It’s already yours,” Husk dipped his head low, pressing a kiss to Angel’s chin. “I’m already yours.”

Angel Dust realized quickly what Husk meant, and Angel couldn’t help but hesitate for a moment. Angel’s eyes met Husk’s and he saw his reflection in them. Angel looked scared.

“Do you want me?” Husk asked, pulling himself away. 

In a split-second decision, Angel closed his legs around Husk, preventing him from moving any farther away. 

“I’m serious, kid,” Husk said, resting on his knees. He grabbed fistfuls of Angel’s thighs. “You gotta tell me if you want all this.”

Angel lifted himself up more, so that his arms were keeping him upright. He looked at Husker in the eyes, one at a time. Angel opened his mouth to say something, anything–

“I can’t be some fling to you, kid,” Husk said finally.

Angel tightened his legs around Husk and grabbed him with his lower set of hands. When Husk fell forward, Angel caught his face in his waiting set. He kissed him deeply, pressing his hips up to meet Husk’s. Husk pressed his right hand against the bed, his left weaving into Angel’s hair. Angel led the charge, kissing one of his lips at a time and getting Husk lost in the rhythm of it. 

Then, once Husk resigned himself to keeping himself up with his upper body alone, he slid his right hand along Angel’s side–

In one quick movement, Angel flipped them over so that he was on top. Angel broke their kiss, letting Husk fall to the mattress below them. Angel straddled him, both sets of his arms caressing Husk’s chest and abdomen. He looked down at him, eyes sweeping over his knit brow to his parted lips. Husk raised himself onto his elbows and Angel pushed him back down. 

“I can’t be some fling to you,” Angel said, pressing his finger against Husk’s chest. 

Angel meant every word. He looked down at Husk, letting his expression speak for itself. He lowered himself onto Husk, kissing a trail up his stomach to his chest. He stopped when he got to the sensitive flesh of his neck, peppering wet kisses all the way to his ear. 

“I want this,” Angel whispered, grabbing Husk’s hand and pressing it to his own chest. Angel let him feel how quickly his heart was beating. “I want you.”

Husk grabbed Angel’s arm and pulled him down to continue their kiss. Their lips moved against each other at a feverish pace, parting only to breathe or let a moan escape as they fought for more friction below. Then, just as quickly as their kiss began, Angel separated them. He sat back, his ass resting comfortably against Husk’s groin.

“Husky,” Angel breathed, the reddening of his cheeks worsening by the second. 

Husk responded to his nickname being called by thrusting his hips upward.

Angel moaned in response, lifting himself off of Husk to prevent it from recurring. He looked down at Husk, eyes narrowing. “Husky, do you want me?”

“Yes.”

Angel looked down at him, “You didn’t even consider–

“I don’t need to.” Husk shook his head. “I’ve wanted you since you rigged that game.”

Angel thought back, remembering the exact moment clearly. He’d rolled three napkin balls and placed them underneath the jiggers–all without Husk noticing. Angel was suddenly embarrassed, awakening the nerves that he’d felt back then all over again. He was a nervous wreck after he’d given Husk his “present”. He felt the flush overtake his face–of course Husk knew he’d rigged it–he cleaned up their game after Angel ran off.

Angel sat back down, a hand going to his face to obscure Husk’s view of him. Husk replied by rising from the bed, propping himself up with his hands as he followed Angel’s meek expression despite his attempts to shield it. Husk grabbed Angel’s face with his right hand, dragging it towards him to press their lips together again. Angel melted towards him, coaxing Husk to lie back down onto the mattress. When he was in position, Angel separated their lips, propping himself up by pushing on Husk’s shoulders. Once he was seated again, he dragged his hands down Husk’s chest, his fingers tracing the bands of his suspenders. 

Husk tucked his left shoulder in, his hand moving the band to the side. When he reached for the other one, Angel stopped him. He took in the sight below him. He was stradling Husk, his outfit all disheveled, his cheeks red and his mouth wanting. Angel slid his hands farther down, meeting the button of Husk’s pants. Husk inhaled sharply once Angel’s hand brushed against his cock.

Angel took him out, his hand feeling every inch that Husk had tucked away. He looked below him, where Husk’s eyebrows were knitting together and his teeth dug into his lip. It seemed that Husk’s stunt earlier had gotten them both a little hot and bothered because the only thing Angel could think about was–

Instead of just thinking about it, Angel leaned forward and reached into the drawer of his bedside table. The sooner he was all lubed up, the sooner he could…his eyes flicked down to Husk, who followed Angel’s hand all the way to the bottle of lube he grabbed. Husk didn’t hesitate to steal it from him, no doubt knowing exactly what Angel’s plan was. Working quickly, Husk spread the lube along two of his fingers before dropping the bottle beside them. He then forced Angel forward, pressing his slick digits against Angel’s entrance. 

“You’re not getting off that easy,” Husk whispered.

Angel gasped, feeling the cool jelly warm up against his skin. Husk circled around the tight ring of muscle slowly, rubbing along the rim every so often to keep Angel engaged. And how could he be anything but enthralled? Angel arched his ass upwards to give Husk a better angle as he pressed one finger inside–which Angel responded to with a hearty moan. 

With his free hand, Husk pulled Angel in for another kiss, which he continued for as long as he stretched him. By the time Husk pulled away, they were both gasping with saliva trailing between their lips, and Husk had been curling three fingers inside Angel. 

After they both recovered, Angel stood up on his knees slowly. Then, he grabbed Husk’s cock and gave it a slow stroke as he positioned himself above it. Before lowering himself, Angel paused, his eyes going right to Husk’s.

“Tell me that you want me again, Husky,” Angel breathed out his request. 

Husk lifted himself up, his palms dragging along Angel’s hips and thighs. He looked up at him–eyes boring into Angel until all he could feel was Husk’s gaze. “I want you,” his gravelly voice said before lowering his eyes so he could pepper kisses along Angel’s abdomen.

Angel pushed his panties out of the way and lowered himself down, his entrance giving way to the head of Husk’s cock far too slowly for either of their liking. Angel moaned as he took him in, grabbing onto Husk’s shoulders to ground him. Husk hissed as he felt each inch of his cock disappear inside Angel–loving every second of the sensation. 

“Fuck, Angel,” Husk said, his fingers digging into Angel’s hips.

When Angel was satisfied that Husk was buried in him, he rose slightly and the motion shocked both of them. Angel held Husk close, obscuring his face in his fluff as he rotated his hips. The two of them moaned together–their voices seeming to harmonize as Angel slowly got used to his length. Before long, Angel was bouncing, the sounds of skin hitting skin echoing in the room. 

Angel leaned back, his bottom right hand catching Husk’s thigh and stabilizing him as he continued. Angel closed his eyes, focusing on nothing but the tantalizing pleasure he was feeling. However, Angel soon felt Husk tugging at the waistband of his panties. He looked down, continuing the pace he’d set with no trouble. 

Then, Husk palmed Angel’s cock and he moaned, feeling a wave of intense pleasure wash over him. He moaned again when Husk began stroking it in earnest. Angel returned his top row of hands to Husk’s shoulders, with his bottom ones, he sought Husk’s blurring hand. 

“Husky,” Angel whimpered from above, “I’ll cum if you keep that up.”

Husk captured Angel’s mouth, separating his lips and pressing his tongue forward. Angel reciprocated, his stomach dropping from the intensity of their kiss. Angel moaned against his lips, swirling his tongue along Husk’s–not caring as saliva dripped from his mouth. 

“Husky,” Angel whimpered into his mouth, feeling like every part of him that Husk was touching was liable to burst into flames.

“You gonna cum for me?” Husk asked, his voice dripping with lust. 

Angel felt Husk begin to thrust his hips upwards, interrupting his pattern–however, it didn’t stop the tension in his gut that was slowly building. Instead, it pushed him closer to the edge as he realized that for as loud as he was being, Husk was moaning right along with him. In this moment, they were connected, sharing every action as one. 

Angel moved his mouth to the side, his voice wavering. “Shit, Husky, I’m so close–

“I’ve got you,” Husk said, wrapping his arms tightly around Angel–his fingers stretching across his back and ass. 

Angel bounced on Husk’s cock with reckless disregard as he let himself go. He trusted Husk to hold onto him, and he didn’t let go even when Angel was moving erratically. Angel could feel his orgasm building and building–

Angel captured Husk’s lips in a quick kiss before his ass clenched around Husk’s cock. As soon as their lips made contact, Angel reached his breaking point. He moaned loudly into Husk’s mouth, gasping as came. Husk kept pace with Angel, riding out his orgasm with him. Angel let his head fall to the side, gasping for air as his hips stilled and his legs turned to jelly. 

“Fuck,” Angel said after a while, “Fuck.”

Husk chuckled, kissing Angel on the cheek as he came down from his high. He dipped his head lower, giving Angel some well deserved kisses on his neck and shoulder. 

Angel felt Husk’s cock pulsate inside him, and he lifted his head. “It’s your turn,” Angel said as he propped himself up on Husk’s shoulders again. 

Husk hummed in agreement, nuzzling Angel’s neck before grabbing his hips and flipping him over. Angel landed on the mattress, a dazed look on his face as their eyes met once more. 

“You want it like this?” Angel cooed, his tone soft and sweet. 

“I wanna look in your eyes,” Husk breathed out before he thrust his hips forward. 

Angel gasped at the feeling, his ass adjusting to the movement yet again. He raised his legs, wrapping them around Husk’s back as he continued to fuck him. He met Husk’s gaze, watching as every minute sensation registered on his face. He watched as his brow furrowed, his cheeks pinkened, watched his teeth grind together when he found a rhythm he liked. 

Husk propped himself up using his left arm, which he placed next to Angel’s head. His other hand crawled its way down Angel’s side, to his hip and then finally to his thigh. He tightened his grip, forcing them closer still. Angel moaned, forcing their mouths together quickly. Husk kissed him deep and fast, parting only to continue their eye contact. 

Husk followed every movement of Angel’s eyes, and it bewildered him–but it was by no means a turn off. In fact, there was something about the heat in his gaze that made Angel feel butterflies in his stomach. Angel smiled up at him, his eyes softening. Angel wrapped all of his arms around Husk, one set feeling the expanse of his back, the other gently clawing at his ass. 

“Angel,” Husk moaned, his pace getting noticeably more erratic. 

“Keep your eyes on me,” Angel said, hugging him closer, lifting his hips so that Husk could have a better angle.

Husk went feral for a moment, losing himself in the motion–but keeping his eyes locked to Angel’s. He watched as Husk’s eyes narrowed with concentration and Angel could see the need in them. Then, almost as quickly as Angel recognized the emotion–it disappeared. 

Husk pulled out quickly, his hips rocking forward as his cock shot out jet after jet of cum. Angel stroked Husk’s back with all four hands, staying with him as he breathed deeply. Their eyes never wavered–and Angel got to watch a new emotion fill Husk’s eyes. 

Devotion.

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i have no idea what kind of drabble prompts you prefer tbh but here: jmart but in space. like sci-fi, maybe star trek-y

“Ow!” Jon flinches as a thick gel is applied to his reddened arm, freshly scraped free of the spores that had attempted to embed themselves in his skin. The gel itself feels relatively good against his skin, a soothing cool against uncomfortable heat, but the gloved hand rubbing it on is anything but gentle. “Are you trying to cause me more pain, Dr. Blackwood?”

The doctor in question grunts from behind the full-body suit he’s wearing as he treats Jon, but Jon doesn’t need to see his face to picture the severe expression residing there. Pinched brows, wrinkled nose, pursed lips: the trademark disapproving scowl Martin likes to fix Jon with whenever he comes back from an explorative mission that has gone somewhat sideways. 

It’s probably far more displeased than normal, considering the personal protectice equipment he’s donned and the fact that every member of the on-world team has been quarantined in their own separate rooms until Martin’s convinced they’re safe to be around.

“Will it keep you from doing something like this again?” Yeah, Martin’s definitely grumpy. His voice is pitched slightly higher than usual and filled with a mixture of sassy irritation that he only gets when particularly peeved with whatever stupid decision Jon’s made. “Christ, I thought having Sasha as your second-in-command would make you less likely to get into trouble, but she’s as bloody impulsive as you!” 

Sasha was promoted recently from Communications Officer when Manuela had finally had enough of Jon’s brand of spontaneous decision making and requested a transfer to a different ship. It wasn’t necessarily much of a surprise that they didn’t get on, even without Jon being the way he is; disciples of the Dark rarely worked well in close quarters with those of the Eye. It was one of the risks of having a crew contain an officer from each of the Fears: there were always going to be inherent disagreements that weren’t easily resolved due to a difference in beliefs. 

Jon hasn’t had much contact with Manuela’s replacement, Basira Hussein, but this mission proved that she can definitely hold her own. It shouldn’t be a surprise, given her high recommendation from Daisy.

Slowly they’re settling into a team Jon thinks he likes. Even if he doesn’t get along with all of them on a personal level, they’re good members of the crew and they work well with each other. That’s what matters - that’s what he remembers being emphasized at the academy. 

“Yes, well,” Jon replies, giving Martin a blank look as he speaks in his typical deadpan. “If I were less impulsive, we wouldn’t have as many successful missions under our belt already.”

Martin scoffs. “I’d take less successful missions if it meant you stayed safe. Or do you think I enjoy having to dig worms from your skin, or, or, make sure you don’t end up sprouting fungus, or stitching you up when you decide to piss off something with knife hands-”

Jon waves a hand between them, relieved when Martin finally stops aggressively rubbing the gel across his arm and steps back to survey him. “Yes, yes. That’s why I was chosen to be Captain, not you.”

Another scoff. “No, I chose to go to medical school, not the academy. Honestly, I don’t know why Space Marshall Bouchard chose you over all of the other far more qualified options-”

“Love you too, Martin,” Jon interjects with a soft laugh, having heard this spiel a million times before. And perhaps, if not for knowing it comes from a place of affection and concern, he’d take offense to it. But Martin worries; that’s part of who he is. He worries, and even if Jon were the most qualified individual for the job, he’d worry. 

“-I swear the man is just out to give me a heart attack when you go charging off into the dens of literal space lions. What did I ever do to deserve this?” Throwing his arms up in the air in an exaggerated gesture - which loses most of its effectiveness given the way the suit squeaks against itself as he moves - Martin moves to put away the supplies he used. “Christ. You know, it’s a good thing I love you, or I’d be done.”

“Done… with me, or on the ship?” Jon prompts, despite the fact that they’ve had this discussion before. Sometimes it’s fun to egg Martin on a little - god knows the favor is returned. 

“Both!” Martin groans, dropping the disposable tools into the hole that leads to the medical waste fires. “You’d better not grow anything and miss our date tonight.”

“I’ll do my best to not grow anything on this arm.”

“Anywhere, Jon! You’d better not grow anything anywhere!”

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Got a little lazy with it tbh

@whump-blog

CW: Substance abuse/drugs, abusive family, pet whump, trafficking, classism/ableism,

…He was clearly way out of his league in this part of town.

Everything there looked repulsive to him, from the agglomerated apartments in tiny unkempt buildings, to the dark maze like alleyways filled with trash and inhibited by homeless, the smell of smoke and urine, people high off their minds lying in the corners and the prostitutes in front of their shiny brothels.

There were lots of runaway pets here too, who had escaped their masters but found themselves unable to survive in any decent way.

If he found one of those, it would be a bonus, but it wasn’t required.

No, he just needed to find the dirtiest, messiest person he could. This poverty ridden district was perfect for it.

Meanwhile, Farlan wore an expensive suit. The watch on his wrist cost more than some of those houses, and his cologne fought bravely against the smell of filth. He touched his eye lightly, the skin there still sore and swollen from being beaten by his father.

And that's why he was here, in the first place.

Then, he saw it.

Leaning against a pile of trash bags on the floor, a cigarette between his lips that he barely seemed conscious of, clearly fucked out of his mind.

And he was. Odd.

While most he could pinpoint to body modifications - tattoos, including ink black up until his elbows, horn like piercings on his head, a black and green mohawk - he also had other details that just… didn’t seem possible.

His ears, for once, seemed too large to have been just operated. And his hands were shaped and crooked in ways he didn’t think was possible to get chirurgicale, almost claw-like, and eyes glowing an unnatural shade of green.

He was perfect. Just the biggest fuck you he could have to his father, who loved all things pristine and controlled carefully under his tongue.

‘Fuck you looking at, fancy boy?” the man barked, and Farlan realized he had been staring for far too long.

He got up in a second, baring sharp teeth as if about to bite him, twitching and turning out of control, eyes red and dilated. He seemed like he could give him rabies - and was also quite attractive.

It was also kind of funny to see him trying to be intimidating, when he was so short compared to Farlan, and far too scrawny.

“...You are perfect,” he says, smirking.

“...that I am,” the guy replies, slightly fixing his posture “Are you here for a fuck?”

“Something like that”

“It’s gonna cost yah…” he lowers his head, noticing the watch on Farlan’s wrist “a lot”

“I’ve got money” He shrugs, examining the guy better. He sees no barcodes, but his arms and hands are pitch black until up to his elbow… “And I’m on the market for a freak. Are you a pet?”

“Well, I can bark if you’d like me to,” he replies “Collars too, but again. It will cost yah”

Well, not a pet then. They are never that calm when they are found out.

He rolls his eyes.

“How’s this for the whole night?” he asks, pulling some notes out of his wallet “We are going to a party”

…He flinches back, then eyes the money. It’s a lot…

“...How many guys…?” he asks cautiously.

“Just me” he says back “You won’t have to do anything to anyone else. I just want you there”

He narrows his eyes, tempted by the money but not liking his words.

“Why, then?” The asks.

“...There’s just this old man I want to spite”

“Your ex?”

“What - fuck no!” He makes a grossed out face.

“Your dad then”

“You are fucking nosy for some whore” he says, getting aggravated now. Fuck, even in this hellhole people gotta get on his nerves “Are you up for it or not?”

…He considers it a little longer, before getting and pocketing the money.

“Fine. But if you want me to fuck someone else later - you’ll pay me extra”

“Don’t worry” he rolls his eyes, thinking no one there would even want to fuck something so filthy “...Let’s go”

He calls up a cab, pushing the twitching, shivering thing inside of it. And he stinks, almost as bad as that sewage space.

He knows the point is to have him be repulsive, but he at least needs a shower, or Farlan himself will end up vomiting.

He gives the cab driver the address to the hotel. It’s been fully closed for his father’s party, and brimming with his fancy guests.

So he thinks he will be mad as fuck to see him arrive with something as fucked up as this crack whore he found on a ditch.

And it will be his own fault, for taking his pet again despite his protests.

He notices he’s grinding his teeth, and pressing on the bruise again. Fucking hell.

"So…" the whore asks, his demeanor changing into something soft and submissive. It's almost pet-like, but with pets there's always fear behind the submission. With this guy… there's something dangerous bubbling. It almost makes it better "...What do you want me to be like, love? Tell me your fantasies… I'll make them true"

Farlan smirks. Would be cute if he wasn't so dirty and so out of his mind, whatever drugs he had used making him shiver and twitch, making quick moves with his head to the side.

"What's your name?" He realizes he didn't really ask. He doesn't even know if it's appropriate to.

"Orfeu" he replies, moving closer and leaning his head on Farlan's arm.

It takes everything on him not to shove him aside, and he makes a mental note to throw that suit out later "And your…. Sir?"

He smiles, and very hesitantly pets his dark hair. Hell, he hopes he doesn't have lice.

"You can call me Farlan. Mr. Farlan. Although sir… is quite pleasing as well"

He purrs, moving even closer. Farlan holds his breath, and when the whore moves to kiss him, he just shoves him off.

He catches a glimpse of hurt on his eyes. He might have missed it if he didn't live for so long with pets. But he soon recovers, purring louder.

"Hmmm will you make me beg for you siiiir??" He pouts.

"I'll make you fucking shower" he replies.

"Oh you're really a dick" the whore replies and closes his eyes, leaning back against Farlan.

"Hey. Don't sleep" he demands, shaking him.

He quickly fixes himself up, staring ahead…

He moves all of a sudden, and thankfully the window is open for him to throw up out of.

Fuck… This dude is not just fucked up, he seems to be genuinely having trouble. He sits back, cuddling up to Farlan with some drool running down his cheek.

He's already regretting this plan… but they stop at the hotel and it's too late to go back now.

He doesn't miss the way the clerk twists his nose at their new guest when he opens the door for Farlan.

The whore just flips him off, and Farlan realizes he can barely stand at this point, leaning on him for support.

"Man, you're a fucking mess" he complains, dragging his whore back to his room, immediately pushing him towards the bathroom.

He doesn't protest, giggling a little as Farlan starts to take out his clothes….

Then Farlan stops.

He… never had this before. He's never been with anyone who wasn't a pet. Even if a whore isn't all that above one… he still feels like it's different.

"Uh… is this okay?" He asks, taken back to the times when he actually bothered asking his pet.

He just giggles "of course love-" and he takes Farlan's hand, putting it inside his pants.

Farlan pulls it out immediately, grossed out.

The whore steps back, once again seeming hurt.

"What? I'm not giving you cooties dumbass" he says, and bares his teeth, then seems to remember his place "...sorry. Sir. Would you rather just watch?"

He offers, rolling his hips.

"Yeah" Farlan says, still staying close enough to catch him if he falls "hm. Don't they bother you?"

"...what? My massive badonkadonks? No. They are hot" he replies, tossing aside the cropped and freeing his breasts "Do they bother you?"

"Yeah. I mean. Not yours. Mine did" he stutters "I got them out as soon as I could"

That seems to surprise Orfeu, making him smile.

"...Oh. So it's t-cock on the menu today"

Farlan can't help but giggle.

"Yeah, sure," he shrugs.

"Well I'm good with it too. No worries" he winks, taking his shorts off and dipping his fingers down there, with a forced moan.

"...less touching and more washing" Farlan demands, seeing as the guy is just masturbating now.

He shrugs again, getting the sponge and side eyeing him.

Then, he turns around, and Farlan's eyes go wide.

…Scars. Made by a whip, he'd recognize it anywhere. But that's not the worst. His back was turned into a single bruise, likely by a belt.

"...If you aren't a pet" he replies "what's that bruise about?"

"...You got a bruise too, sir, and I'm not making stupid questions about it"

He loses it for a moment, pushing the whore against the shower wall, pressing him there. He doesn't seem phased.

"If you are a fucking pet, I might as well keep you to myself. Or maybe return you to your owner" he threatens.

"If I was a fucking pet, I'd have stabbed you already"

They stare at each other, water falling between them.

Farlan let 's go.

"Then why are you hurt?"

"Rough play, love. Costs extra" he replies dismissively and goes back to washing his sponge.

He's not convinced, but drops the subject. It's not his problem.

"There. I'm clean now" his whore whimpers, wrapping himself on a towel "what now… Sir?"

"Now you dress this" he replies, tossing him a dress. It 's plaid and very short, but it does fit him nicely "Good. I hope you are ready to party"

…initially it goes as planned.

The men look at him, Gerard's son, arriving with some dirty, drugged up street whore who looks like the spawn of Satan.

They whisper and stare, and Farlan is more than pleased about it. He's even happy to tell them where he found him.

They even seem to stop hurting his pet a little, the e white haired thing hanging from an intricate shibari built where his father placed him.

They hurt him.

Even from a distance, he can spot the blood and bruises on him and he's furious. No one should hurt his pet other than him.

But he can never fucking win.

Soon, he's pulled aside by his dad. Despite the blank expression, Farlan's learned to recognize that man's anger anywhere.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" He hisses, eyeing Orfeu who just waves and giggles, way out of his mind "bringing this fucking crackhead here?"

"Well… you took my pet so… I needed some company" he replies, grinding his teeth.

"Farlan, you…" he stops, taking a deep breath and glaring at Orfeu "You, whore. What are you called?"

"...Orfeu. Whore's fine too"

"...I'll pay you ten thousand to serve my guests tonight"

Their jaws drop.

"Holy shit -"

"You can't fucking do that" Farlan yells, half to Orfeu, half to his dad. He holds his arm "No- no I paid for you-"

"Hmmmm. He paid a lot more" The whore replies, stumbling out of Farlan's arms and into Gerards.

His dad stares down at Farlan, as he goes to announce Orfeu to the guests.

…he leans against the wall, feeling utterly defeated.

At least, that seems to distract the guests from his pet, and a few hours in, he manages to take it back to his bedroom.

He sighs, some tears dropping down his face when he washes the pets back.

The little thing knows better than to ask about it. He just silently sobs, having his own wounds and pain to bear.

"...it's okay" he whispers, massaging the white hair "... it's over. I'll take it easy on you this week"

The pet nods, affectionately nuzzling him.

…it kind of repulses him. It's hard to care about things he has no control over. Things he can't even protect, knowing he'll eventually lose him.

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Scars(24)

Chapter 24 - Hello Again

Warning - fighting, anxiety, blood, injury

The Party was over long ago the music had died down, and now it was only the Avengers and a few close friends. Sam and Bucky had already left for their mission and would be radio silence for about a week. Alice and Loki were tucked away in her room, hoping not to be disturbed. But, of course, the odds were against them.

"Ms. Stark, Your father requested your presence."

"Oh no," Alice jumps at the sound of Jarvis's voice " I... I'm coming, I'm going" Alice quickly jumped out of bed fixing her oversized sweater and hair making sure she looked presentable for her father.

She turned back when she noticed Loki sitting on the edge of the bed staring at her. He pulled her in between his legs tilted her head down and gave her a soft sweet kiss. He wanted to say something he wanted to tell her to say but instead, he said "Come back to me soon"

"of course"

Alice looked back and blew him a kiss before leaving.

-

Alice hesitantly rounded the corner to see everyone gathered around a seating area, the room had been rearranged for the party. There were two new faces among the Avengers.

"Sweetheart, come, join the after party," he waved her over she was slowly walking at first, but eventually, she rounded the couches to sit in the farthest single seat. " So this is Dr. Cho, my assistant and our secret agent/ spy Ms. Hill. And this little angel is my daughter. Say Hi"

" Maria Hill, I work for SHIELD, not you're father"

" Helen Cho, I don't work for your father either"

Alice just nods at the ladies in greeting and then sinks into her chair as they get back to their conversations. Somehow the conversation leads to everyone taking a turn picking up Thor's Hammer. Everyone failed, Steve sort of got it but still failed, and they drank to their failures.

"Hey Alice, how about you give it a go" Clint encouraged her, but she didn't budge she just shook her head.

"leave her alone," Natasha smacked him on the back of the head " You don't have to, kid."

Everyone continued to argue about Thor's hammer and how no one was worthy but him. As everyone was laughing and talking amongst themselves. Alice was curled up in her chair, feeling very uneasy and anxious. More so than usual, something was about to happen, something bad.

A loud high, pitched sound rang, making everyone stop and cover their ears. Heavy footsteps were heard, and a broken robot from the iron legion.

"No, how could you be worthy you're all killers" The Robot spoke.

"Stark," Steve said sternly.

"Jarvis"

"I'm sorry," the robot ignored them and continued speaking, " I was sleeping, or I was a-dream"

"Jarvis, reboot Legionnaire OS. We got a buggy suit," Tony demanded, but Jarvis still didn't answer.

"There was a terrible noise. And I was tangled in... in...strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy"

Alice gasped hearing this- the machine's words he had killed someone, someone was dead. Someone in the tower was dead, but who? How?

"Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced. With ugly choices"

"who sent you?" Thor asked

Then a voice was very familiar, it was her father's voice " I see a suit of armor around the world." Alice choked as she heard it she covered her mouth she slid off the chair onto the floor. It was her father's voice. Her father made this, what was it?

"Ultron," Bruce answered her unasked questions.

"In the flesh, or, no, not yet" Everyone took a moment to look at Bruce and Tony before turning back to the threat in front of them. "Not this chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission"

"what mission?" Natasha dare asked

"Peace in our time."

All hell broke loose the Iron Legion busted into the room, flying Alice screamed and jumped to her feet she ran upstairs to the upper floors one of the Legions came crashing through, knocking her into the back wall of the bar and to the floor. But that didn't stop her she got up and kept running as a member of the legion started firing all around. She slides off the stairs to the lower floors. She sees Dr. Cho crouched down behind the piano and sees a Legion crawling towards her as Steve runs up and tosses the legionnaire away, Alice runs by, taking Dr.Cho's hand and running for a better hiding spot together.

Running, the two stop as a Legionnaire land in front of them "Oh no" Alice whimpered as she pushed Dr.Cho behind her as the machine walked forward. Two steps in, and then it just dropped behind it stood Loki. He didn't waste any time pulling the ladies along, hiding them behind the bar.

Loki was about to walk away from them and fight with the others when he felt something tug on his leg he looked down to see Alice pulling his leg " Please," she had tears in her eyes, trying so hard to stay grounded as a panic attack was nearing. Loki kneeled down, cupping Alice's cheek he gave her a soft kiss, "I'm here," and he stood back up again and in front of the bar. At that moment, the two forgot and did not realize that Dr. Cho was right there watching the entire thing happen she said nothing.

" I'm sorry. I know you mean well. You didn't think it through," they heard Ultron speak. Loki put a finger to shush them. " You want to protect the world, but you don't want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve? With these? These puppets. There's only one path to peace. The Avenger's extinction." The girls jumped, heard a loud bang, and held each other's hands.

The confidence Alice was running around with earlier was long gone, and she was shaking like a leaf, and her heart was pounding in her ears her head was dizzy. Honestly, if it weren't for Cho right here holding her hands, she would have fallen into a panic and passed out by now.

"I had strings, but now I'm free."

Everything started to calm down again, everyone realizing or trying to understand what just happened.

"Alice, Doc...Alice, ALICE"

"Here," Cho said as she tried to crawl out from under the bar pulling Alice along, but she wouldn't budge. Loki stepped forward, taking Alice's hand and snapping her out of it again she said nothing. Loki also gave a hand to Cho, helping her stand but said nothing to her.

"Hello again," he said casually as he brought Alice to her feet, gently rubbing her knuckles even through his mouth said one thing his eyes translated into 'Are you okay?'

"Hi," she whispered standing and squeezing his hand it translates to " I'm okay" he dusted her sweater ' a little blood and bruises'.

For a moment, the two forgot about the others in the room, they forgot they weren't allowed in the same room. They forgot they were supposed to be a secret as she leaned forward, laying her head on his chest.

"ALICE" they snapped out of it she immediately let go of his hands .

"I-I'm okay" she stuttered noicing everyone's eyes on her.

"You're bleeding," Loki said, looking down at her feet. Unfortunately, Alice was without shoes and made the decision earlier to crawl so her feet and knees were bleeding. What the others didn't see, thanks to her long black hair and sweater, was the blood dripping down her neck and back. She said nothing they had bigger problems to deal with.

A few people took noticed how Alice and Loki acted around each other they acted almost familiar like this wasn't their first meeting. Something was up between them but they had bigger problems to worry about.

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Hey hey! I've missed your writing! Do you think you could write a story about kk3 Terry and his beloved at an event he's hosting at his home. She's a little bit sad and wants to have him to herself for a moment so she trys to provoke him and get his eyes on her by showing off some skin😏he does get provoked and ends up taking her upstairs for a little while to "fix" her dress. He knows she's a little down but gives her the well deserved attention she needs. A little steamy is you will! Thank you💚💚💚

Aww thank you anon 🤗 I can absolutely do that for you 💚 I hope you enjoy 💚

Tonight was the night of Terry's house party for all his friends and workmen, he had been planning this for a long time and you were both very excited. You loved events like this because it gave you a good excuse to use make up and wear one of your many gorgeous dresses Terry had bought you. He was all ready in his cream and red coloured suit, and you had just walked out in one if your favourite blue dresses.

"Wow baby girl! You look absolutely stunning" "Thanks babe, you are looking very nice yourself" He gives you one of his cheeky smiles before planting a kiss on your lips, and his hand resting on your hip. "There are days where I look at you and think to myself, how the hell did I manage to land you" "That's because your the most wonderful man I have ever known babe....plus your 'stamina' is insane!" You both share a little laugh, he knew he was good in the bedroom, but hearing you say little things like that really made his day. "Oh yeh baby, this is all for you-" Terry us suddenly cut off by the sound of the front door bell ringing. "The first people are hear! Are you ready baby?" "Absolutely, let's go"

The evening was wonderful, there were nearly 30 people there and everyone was having a nice time. There wasn't many chances for you and Terry to be close to eachother, but that was mainly because his business partners were pitching ideas and keeping him busy. And you knew a handful of people there too so you were charging to them as well. You were just getting another drink from the counter when a young woman approached you, she looked about 20 years old and she was wearing a very bright pink sparkly dress. "Hey!" "Hi, I'm not sure we've met before. I'm Y/N" "Hi Y/N I'm Gina! I was just wondering if you've seen Terry around?" "Oh yeah, he's just talking to that guy over there by the indoor fountain. It he looks really focused, if I were you I'd wait to talk to him" "Oh really? I was really hoping to get him alone" "I'm sorry?" "You know...have you seen how sexy he is?! I'd love to see if I could try my luck with him. And the fact that he's super rich too is amazing!" Is this girl for real? You really try to keep your cool and tell her what the deal is. "Gina, that's not going to happen I'm afraid" "What? Why?" "Because I am with Terry. He's my fiancee, hear the ring to prove it"

Gina gasps when she realises what is happening, she feels embarrassed as well as many other emotions. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't realise!" "Its ok Gina you didnt know, I was just being honest with you" "Oh god I feel so bad, I thought you were his assistant, or maybe his cleaner?" "You thought that?" "Well yeh, you also seemed to be a lot older than me and I thought he would want someone olde-" "Wait wait wait, how old do you think I am?" "I don't know, 35 maybe?" "I'M 27! I'm only one year younger than Terry!" "Alright maybe I got that wrong-" "Did you just come hear to try it on with Terry? Tell me the truth" "Kind of yeh, but-" "But nothing. Adam!" One of Terry's bouncers approaches you. "Adam would you please escort this girl from the house, she is not welcome hear" "Of course miss L/N" "Hey hey wait! I didn't mean-" But she couldn't finish her sentence before Adam dragged her out of the house, leaving you feeling quite sad about the whole thing.

You just stood there agsint the kitchen side, everyone else was enjoying themselves while you just held yourself as this overwhelming feeling of insecurity came over you. You could see Terry talking to someone on the other side of the room, and you were in desperate need of some comfort from him. When he looked over to you, you try to catch his eye by pulling the strap down a little from your shoulder, this definitely got his attention.

But he could read you like a book, your body said come hear, but your eyes said please I need you. "Would you excuse me Harry? My fiancee needs some help fixing her shoulder strap of her dress" He leaves this man and walks straight over to you, not caring who tried to talk to him as he walked past, you were his only priority. "Hey baby, come on let's go somewhere a little quieter shall we?" You give him a silent nod as he delicately took your hand and guided you to the stairs. "Edgar, please make sure noone comes up the stairs to the next level of the house. Me and Y/N need a private conversation" "Of course Mr Silver" This was another bouncer in Terry's house, he had a few, and Edgar was making sure noone was snooping around his home. Once Terry took you upstairs, he opened the bedroom door and yly both walked in once he closed the door behind him. You sat on the bed twiddling your thumbs when he could see something was up with you.

"Baby? What's the matter?" "Terry...do I look old?" "What? Of course you don't, your younger than me remember? Why would you think that?" "I don't think that but, there was this girl downstairs who didn't realise I was with you, and she was quite open when she said she liked you and wanted to get you alone" "Seriously?! I hope you told her that I belong to you!" "I told her that I was engaged to you yes, but she thought that I was way older than I actually was, and she thought I was your cleaner, not your fiancee" "How dare she say that to you! How old did she think you were?" "She thought I was 35" "35?! Your nowhere near 35! I'll make sure she's removed from this house right now!" "Terry it's ok, I've beaten you too it. I asked Adam to take her out of the house" "That's good, I'm glad you did that. Baby listen to me" He says kneeling down infront of you and holding your hands in his. "Don't listen to what that stupid girl said ok? She was probably just jealous because she knows that she can't have me, I'm yours and only yours, and that's the way its going to stay. And by the way, weather your 27, 35 40, 60 or even 100! I'll always love you and that will never ever change. And by the way, 35 isn't old at all"

"I know, I know...it just put me out of sorts that's all. I just wanted to have you to myself for a few minutes. It always makes me feel better" "Aww my poor baby, come hear" He kneels up a little and gives you a sweet hug, it was instantly making you feel more at ease and relaxed. What you weren't expecting though, was during this hug, Terry started kissing your shoulder and down your arm. "I'm sorry baby girl, but your just so beautiful that I can't help myself. You know...Edgar is on duty downstairs making sure noone disturbs us. Why don't I spend this little time we have, making you feel better? I can show you just how lucky you are to have me, to be the only woman who will ever have me..." "Terry....that sounds like a very good idea..." He gives you a delicious smirk before he locks his lips with yours, he could always make you feel light headed weather it was a kiss or more. His hand comes up past your thigh and up to your chest, he slowly and gently pushed you to lie down on the bed as he stayed in place, still kneeling inbetween your legs.

"This dress your wearing is giving me this primal feeling inside baby girl, but...we also can't get you too untidy can we? It's better to keep this dress on" "I don't understand? How can-" He stops you mid sentence by grabbing your hips and pulling towards his chest in one quick pull. "Were going to have to look presentable when we go back downstairs don't we? So just lie back and enjoy..." His finger pulls your underwear to the side, and be slowly round his tounge agsinst your sensitive and swollen clit. It makes you shudder and he starts going a little faster, just giving you a moment to get used to his tounge. But it appears he simply can't control himself as he buries his face inbetween your legs and holds you closer by grabbing your hips and not letting go. No matter how many times he does this, it always feels electrifying, and you know your hips are going to be bruised by his fingers but you were so far from caring. A strong orgams starts to build as he tounge shows you no mercy, and your grab and pull at the bed sheets, desperate to hold onto something as it builds more and more. You wanted to pull at his hair, but you know if you did, it would mess it up, so bed sheets it is.

"Oh jesus! God Terry!" You try so hard to keep the internal scream inside of you, but when he makes your legs shake and your body feel waves of ultimate extacy, you can't control yourself. He never let's go and he never stops despite you writhing on the bed and moaning and whimpering. You didn't think you could cope with this orgasm, that was until he finaly stoped after making you feel another 2 earth shattering orgasms. You were lead on the bed trying to catch your breath as he leaned up over you. "My god baby girl, you taste so sweet. Let's take a few minutes for you to get your breath back and we can head back to the party. Bit don't worry, when everyone goes home, I'll give you even more of what you deserve, and there will be no need to hold back either" "Now that Terry, sounds like a very good idea..."