#This just moves things along a little quicker than it might otherwise :3 Oh no there was one bed (solitary confinement chamber)

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Captain Jealous - William Lennox

Pairing: William Lennox x reader

Requested: By @neemonroe​

Prompts: #20, #41, #42 from the smut-list. 

Warnings/notes: Takes place before Transformers. Not proofread so sorry in advance for any mistakes. Might be a little bit OOC but I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Please reblog and comment, it would make my day <3 

Wordcount: 3806

Summary: Flirting with Will only seems to result in annoyance, but when you finally turn your attention elsewhere, he’s not very pleased. 

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that, when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”. 

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To most, you were one of the strongest and most admirable women they’d ever gotten the pleasure of meeting, but to others… well, let’s just say that you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

You were absolutely relentless when you put your mind to something and one of the many people who had fallen victim to that stubbornness was William Lennox.

Having enrolled in the army around the same time and being equally as good at what you did both back in training and in the field, the two of you had always respected each other and rather than being competitive, tried your best to lift each other up.

If one of you took control of a situation and started shouting out orders, the other didn’t question it, not even when Will eventually passed you in ranks. Because your minds worked in the exact same ways and so it didn’t really matter who gave the orders since the orders would be the same in the end, anyway, no matter whose lips they passed.

But you did differ in the way that Will much preferred to keep his personal life separated from his professional life, while you had a habit of letting them merge together, which inevitably resulted in you bringing the obvious attraction you felt for him with you out on the field.

Will was one of the people who thought you had taken your mother’s advice a bit too literally. That was what he told you on a daily basis as a response to your endless flirting, at least. But you knew better; you knew that he, at least to some extent, reciprocated your attractions, thanks to the few moments you had shared back in training.

“It was all fun and games back then”. He liked to say in that stern, military voice he had picked up the second he was promoted to Captain. “But this is the real deal. This is serious, and this, this thing you’re doing, is unprofessional.”

Ever the workaholic soldier, he was, at this point basically having dedicated his entire life to the job with no time to spare for fun. But no matter how hard he tried denying it, you knew that the two of you shared something, and so did every other member of your squad.

The only ones who seemed completely clueless to this were the newbies and as you gradually lost hope that your stubborn captain would ever admit and give in to his feelings, you found it to be a breath of fresh air to be able to spend time with people who weren’t constantly making suggestive remarks and fueling the attraction from your side.

One, in particular, caught your eye; tall, dark and handsome. He had yet to gain more muscle than the bare minimum and was, admittedly, kind of lanky. He was one year younger than you which was way too young seeing as you’d otherwise not even go for guys the same age as you, but he had banter and shared your flirty, dirty, cheeky sense of humor which, most definitely, made up for what he lacked in life-experience.

Will had smugly watched all of the newbies try to make a move on you only to be shot down quicker than your enemies, but then the last of the soldiers had swept up by your side, put a long, lean arm over your shoulders, and hit you with the cheesiest pick-up line he had ever heard. 

“How you doing, mama? You must be a parking ticket, ‘cuz you got fiiine written all over you.”

While Epps, Fig and the rest of the team broke out into laughter at the man’s poor technique, Will’s face transformed from smug to stone-cold murderer. 

Why? Because he knew that you didn’t want a man to tell you the stars reflected in your eyes or that you took their breath away with your beauty.

What you wanted was someone who could make you laugh, and when you threw your head back and joined in on the seemingly endless laughing fit, he was overtaken by a feeling so strong that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

And you noticed the change of demeanor immediately. The long, hard stares were only the tip of the iceberg, as was the way he would move closer to you and find a way to touch you as much as he possibly could without making it inappropriate or suspicious. 

The most extreme part of his change in behavior was how hard and strict he suddenly became with the rookie, who had quickly earned himself the reputation of your very own lapdog. 

He got scolded even for the most insignificant of mistakes, always got put on parade as the “example” in exercises in which he was usually thrown to the ground by Will himself and totally and completely humiliated.

Of course, those moments were just poor thinking on Will’s part seeing as you, besides being incredibly flirty and witty, also happened to be one of the most caring members of the team. 

Not only did he have to watch you laugh until your stomach hurt at the rookie’s bad jokes, but he also had to watch you comfort and reassure him after his one-on-one’s with the Captain.

And still, Will couldn’t stop himself from making the same mistake again and again, the consequences every time being that he was stuck watching you fuss over the younger soldier, because no matter how much it vexed him, he knew that you knew why he was acting the way he was. 

It was all a game to you and he played along because he wanted to keep showing you that he was the better option. Unluckily for the rookie, though, Will’s method of showing dominance was through physical contact.

You knew what Will was doing, how he was trying to punish the rookie, mildly and legally, of course, while simultaneously trying to show you that he was displeased with what was going on; that he wanted it to stop.

To a start, you only showed interest in the rookie to fuck with Will, but you quickly realized that he was actually a fun guy to hang around.

You enjoyed spending time with him. Not a second with him went without laughter and it was nice to be able to have fun like that for a change, and soon enough, you’d more or less forgotten about the silent war between the two of you.

You probably knew that it wasn’t a real interest, judging by the way you didn’t even care enough to remember his name, but it was fun to have another banter-buddy.

You’d had an identical friendship with Epps since the start, but two people could only keep the creativity up for so long; after a while, you just couldn’t come up with witty remarks and sarcastic jokes, anymore.

Up until then, Will had still kept his disapproval about the whole thing lowkey, because as long as you were only doing what you were doing to make him jealous, you were still interested. 

But when you started making moves on the rookie with genuine interest, without looking over at Will while doing it, it was no longer a game. 

While already on the topic of games, you were completely useless when it came to cards. It didn’t matter what game you played; you’d always end up as the loser. And although you enjoyed the banter that followed the teasing of your poor card-playing abilities, your patience wasn’t endless.

“Alright, I’m calling it.” You chuckled after losing the fifth game of the evening, dropping your thick deck of cards onto the table in front of you.

“Really? But it was going so good for you.” Epps wasted no time in firing back with feign-surprise, to which all you did was deliver a sharp slap to his head.

The table broke out into laughter. “You had that coming.” Fig shook his head, successfully starting a metaphorical war. 

You chuckled at their antics and pushed back your chair, getting to your feet and stretching your arms above your head.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You said, and wasted no time in starting to collect your things.

The rookie’s attention was instantly piqued, and so was Will’s, who had been playing in silence nearly the entire time you’d been there.

“You know, I need to shower, too.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. “So, I should probably join you. You know, save water. Provide some extra heat.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raised a playful eyebrow and chuckled. “Tempting offer, but I’ll have to take a raincheck on that. Glad to know I have options, though. Maybe next time.”

Without waiting for his reply, you snatched your jacket from a nearby stool and playfully flicked his forehead, before turning around and walking away, completely oblivious of the pairs of eyes that kept watching you from the table you had just left.

You went about your shower routine like you always did; get undressed, wash hair, wash body, turn off the water in-between washes, get dried and get dressed again. Sharing the water with so many people could be hard, so you couldn’t really take the long, thoughtful showers you did when at home.

You were out again as quickly as you had gotten in and took your time getting lotioned and dressed, getting as much self-care into your night as you possibly could when at a military base.

“What are you doing with the new kid?”

You should’ve been significantly more aware of your surroundings as a soldier but in your defense, everyone dropped their guard to some extent when in a safe environment, so the scream that came out of your mouth at the sudden sound of a voice was completely justified.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You swore as you jumped around, hastily reaching for your damp towel to cover your bare chest.

Coming face to face with a furious-looking Will, you glared. “Knock much?”

He didn’t look amused in the slightest, crossing his arms over his chest. “Knock, knock. Answer my question.”

Your mouth snapped shut at the dominance behind his voice and your eyes instinctively flickered to his biceps, veins and muscle more defined than ever in the way he had positioned his arms.

You were, however, proud to say that you were quick to come back to your senses, your eyes snapping back to meet his.

“Do you, maybe, oh, I don’t know, want to turn around?” You asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

If you wanted him to turn around to gain privacy for yourself or simply because you couldn’t stop glancing at his bulging biceps, you didn’t know, but no matter the reason behind your wish, he didn’t move an inch.

“Answer the question.” Was all that he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just having a bit of fun.”

“Do you like him?” His questions kept shooting out as quickly as bullets and, again, you couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes.

“He’s fun to be around.” You said simply, giving him a slightly annoyed glare before turning around and dropping the towel to continue getting dressed.

Will didn’t even try to cover the fact that he was checking you out, eyes shamelessly traveling your form and taking his sweet time to remember all the details his eyes could reach. 

It wasn’t like this was the first time one of you saw the other only partly clothed – you know, it was kind of inevitable for all of you to catch a glimpse of each other’s birthday suits once every blue moon - so once the shock of his sudden appearance had melted off, the nervousness followed.

“But do you like-like him?”

At the sound of that question in particular, you couldn’t help but snort.

“What is this? Third grade?” You threw him an amused look over your shoulder. “Say that I do like-like him, do you think I should ask Epps if he can give him a note asking him to check yes or no on whether or not he’d like to be my boyfriend?” You gave him a sarcastic pout.

At this point, Will was completely fed up with your inability to take anything seriously and spun you around by your arm. 

Luckily, you had just finished hooking your bra behind your back, said bra thankfully covering your chest from his view.

“Can you not make a joke about everything?” He asked, your wrist firmly held in his hand. “You have to realize how bad this looks to our superiors. First me, and now him. You can’t go around flirting with everyone. It makes you look unprofessional and uncommitted and that, in turn, makes it look like I can’t do my job.”  

“Is that really what’s got your big-soldier-boy panties in a twist, though?” You narrowed your eyes challengingly, and slowly fought your wrist out of his grip to, instead, grab a hold of his hand.

Further proving your point, he did nothing to protest, the glare remaining in his eyes, but the rest of his face being overtaken by exasperation.

“I just don’t get it.” He said. “You spend all this time pushing my buttons, being completely insufferable with your never-ending flirting, and now you’re suddenly interested in someone else?”

“I think the real question here is why you’re suddenly interested when I’ve spent so much time trying to get your attention to no avail and now, what? You suddenly want me because I might be interested in someone else?” You raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t deny the flash of heat going through your body when he lowly growled.

“I’ve never not wanted you.” He objected. “And you’re not interested in the rookie.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I know you.”

“So what you’re saying is, basically, that you can’t be with me, but I also can’t be interested in anyone else.”

“We both know that relationships in this work are highly frowned upon and-“

“Highly frowned upon, but not forbidden. You’ve still had the option to choose, and you actively chose not to act on it. Just making that clear.”

“I haven’t acted on it because it’s wrong.”

“If it’s so wrong…” You started, a sharp shiver going down your spine as your bare back hit the cold, wet tiles. “Then why did you just corner me in the shower?”

During that short minute of back-and-forth arguing, he had done just that, the two of you now standing chest against chest in the darkest corner of the room.

Your face was pulled into a determined glare, as was his, and the tension and intensity behind your shared stare was enough to have all of the previously discussed issues forgotten in less than a microsecond.  

The proximity between you in combination with the fact that you were at an obvious disadvantage in height and size made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. You felt like prey under his stare. You found yourself liking it all the while you were hating the feeling of being so powerless, and your inner conflict only added to the tension.

“You have no idea how much willpower it’s taken me to keep resisting you, to keep turning you down.” He spoke slowly, and lowly. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper and you put all of those thoughts into my head every day, pulling my strings, pushing my buttons, just walking around being… you.”

In one smooth motion, he intertwined his fingers with yours, and your eyes automatically flickered down to watch your now joined-together digits; rough and calloused meeting even rougher and more calloused.

“I like you. I care about you. More than I should.” He continued, prompting you to look back up with an eyebrow raised.

“And?” 

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, exasperated and impatient. “Do you want me to say that I want to be with you? Because I do. I. Want. To. Be. With. You.”

You snickered at his over-dramatic emphasizing, finding it nothing short of amusing that he’d been protesting and telling you how wrong it was only seconds before, and now he was more or less proclaiming his love for you. That, more than anything, just showed how stubborn he was.

“Took you long enough.” You mused, leaning your head back into the wall and smirking, all while looking him straight in the eye. “It’s just too bad that I’ve grown so fond of the rookie. You know, he’s quite-“

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by Will’s lips crashing into yours, roughly and urgently. In the process, you were pushed even further into the wall behind you, and as the sudden force threw you off balance, you instinctively reacted by moving your arms up to his neck to hold yourself in place.

In return, his hands moved to each side of your waist, big, warm hands squeezing down on the flesh that had long ago turned cold from being bare in the nippy air for so long.

You had always imagined what it would feel like to be touched by him like this, but not even your wildest imagination could compare to the intensity of the tingles that spread through your stomach and chest.

Your hands slowly sneaked up the back of his neck, your body reacting automatically, but just as you were about to tousle your fingers in his hair, the moment ended when he pulled away.

Both of you were left panting in silence, the only sounds available for your ears to hear being your ragged breaths and the rhythmic dripping of the shower beside you.

“Wow, Captain.” You were the first one to speak. “I knew you were hot for me, but try to keep it in your pants. That was hardly professional.”

Just like that, your sarcastic persona returned as if it had never left in the first place, your eyes opening after having been closed up until then and meeting his with a playful grin.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I’m pretty sure you threw professional straight out the window the first time we met.” He pointed out and much to your dismay, stepped back. “Are you going to stop encouraging the rookie, now?”

Getting straight to the point, okay.

“I don’t know…” You shrugged casually, bringing your hand up to your face to inspect your nails and peeking up at him through your lashes with a devilish smirk. “Jealousy looks kinda good on you.”

“I’m not jealous!” He exclaimed quickly, and you immediately raised an eyebrow as a way to say ‘really?’

“I’m not jealous.” He repeated, this time in a lower, calmer tone. “It’s just, you’re mine.”

Those two words alone were enough to make you inwardly groan, like one would when eating that first scoop of ice cream after not having been able to eat any in a week. Or a day.

But in a brave attempt to not make a fool of yourself, you remained in your teasing element, raising your eyebrows and hitting him back with a feign-uncaring: “Is that so?”

To that, he stepped closer to you once again, brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks, and playfully glared.

“Stop flirting with the rookie.” He repeated.

“Is that an order?” You asked.

“I’m asking politely.” He lied.

“Hmmm….” You hummed, pretending to think only for a moment, before flashing him a shit-eating grin. “No. I’m having way too much fun watching you squirm.”

Still leaning against the wall, you carefully pushed yourself up, pushed your chest against his and watched in success as his eyes flickered down.

Taking your sweet time, you brought your hands up to his chest with agonizingly slow movements and leaned your head up to his.

His breath shook as you brushed your lips over his and whispered against them lowly. 

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

Will pushed his head forward with obvious intentions, but before he could press his lips against yours, you slid out of the tight corner, resulting in him having to catch himself on the wall left behind.

With a proud smile, you walked over to the bench by which you had previously been working on getting dressed and snatched your shirt where it laid.

“You’ll drive me crazy before all this is over, you know that?” Will spoke from behind you, which only made your smile widen.

Quickly pulling on your shirt and collecting the rest of your things, you turned around and walked back up to him where he still stood in the shower.

“That’s always been the plan.” You replied simply, placing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth before once again turning around and walking away, this time leaving him completely alone in the room.

He had to take a few moments to collect himself and regain his composure, and by the time he walked back out, you were nowhere in sight. 

With only you on his mind, he headed back to the table where the rest of the team were still playing cards, and sat down in the chair he had occupied before leaving.

“So, now that it’s just us here, I could use some advice on-“ The rookie wasted no time, but didn’t get to finish.

“You couldn’t handle her even if she came with instructions, kid.” Will interrupted without even looking at him, reading his mind without struggle since the person of his interest was one they had in common.

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”. 

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To some, this was an admirable quality while, to others, you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

When it came to Will? Well, he just had nothing bad to say about you. You might’ve gotten on his nerves ninety-nine percent of the time, and been completely and utterly insufferable, but God did he love it.

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Laito Dark [Prologue]

ー The scene starts in the forest

Yui: ( ...I made it to the Demon World, but what should I do now...? )

( They always escorted me to their castle in the past, so I don’t know the way either... )

( Running away was the only thing on my mind, so I came here without giving it a second thought, but perhaps I made the wrong choice after all... )

ーー Guess I have no other choice but to proceed for now.

*Rustle*

Yui: !?

( Don’t tell me Wolves have made it this far...!? )

ー She starts running

Yui: Haah, haah...

( ...Seems like they’re not coming after me...Thank god... )

Haah...I’m kind of tired...

( Perhaps I should find shelter somewhere and wait for the sun to rise...Then I’ll continue my search for the castle once it’s light ouーー )

( Ah, but...But if I recall correctly, the nights here last much longer than those in the human world... )

What now...?

( For now, I’ll find a safe space to rest. There’s no point in aimlessly running around... )

ー The scene shifts to a cave

Yui: Haah...What should I do next?

( I wonder if I should just head back? Even if I continue to wander around here... )

( However, that’s where those Wolves are... )

Uu...

( It’s no use. I can’t come up with any good ideas while mentally exhausted... )

( ...I’ll rest up a little. )

Haah...I wonder what Laito-kun’s doing right now...?

ー Yui closes her eyes

*TIMESKIP*

???: Kukukuku...How lovely...Honestly...Why is a girl’s lonely expression just soーー

ーー irresistibly sexy, I wonder? I can’t get enough of it.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Nn...

*Rustle*

Yui: Nn...Stop...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: It tickles...

( ーー Wait...!? )

( Something is...feeling me up...!? )

ー She opens her eyes

Yui: Kyaaaaah....!!!

???: Uwah...!?

*Thud*

Yui: ...!! Eh...!?

Laito: Owowow...How could you suddenly jump up like that, Bitch-chan...? You meanie...

Yui: L-Laito-kun...!?

Laito: I took a heavy blow right to the face as a result...

Yui: I...I’m sorry. Are you alright?

Laito: Uuu...I’m fine...

Yui: Haah, thank god...

Laito: I know I’ve only got myself to blame for trying to assault you in your sleep but...

Even so, your headbutt was nothing to scoff at.

Yui: ...Sorry. I was surprised when I felt something touch my body...

More importantly, when did you get here?

Laito: Eh? Quite some time ago?

Yui: Eh!? No way...You should have woken me up then.

Laito: I mean, that would have been a missed opportunity, no~?

Yui: A missed opportunity? Wait, how so?

Laito: This situation, obviously! Nfu~

Yui: ...!?

Laito: My cute Bitch-chan finds herself in unknown territory...

With nobody to come to her rescue, she has to spend a night full of insecurities all by herself.

Just the thought of that gives me the shivers! Don’t you feel the same?

Yui: I-I don’t...! I was really scared, you know...!?

Laito: Oh dear~? Are you mad at me?

Yui: W...Well...

( For as lonely as I felt by myself, seeing Laito-kun still be his usual self makes me feel extremely relieved. )

( I could never get upset at him... )

I’m not angry.

Laito: Fufu...Of course you aren’t~ You just love me after all.

Yui: ...How about you?

Laito: What about me?

Yui: ...Do you also...?

Laito: What’s this? You want to confirm it? I’ve said it plenty of times before, haven’t I?

Yui: Butーー

Laito: Nfu...You’re uncertain, aren’t you? ...I can tell...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: ( Laito-kun... )

Laito: Of course ーー I love you. (1) A lot, okay?

Feeling reassured now? Nfu~

Yui: Yeah...Thank you.

Laito: Haah, I thought we were going to be apart for a while but...Our reunion came quicker than I expected...

Yui: I’m sorry for coming here on a whim. The Wolves made it to the manor...

Laito: Oh no, Bitch-chan. This is what you should say instead.

‘I missed you so much, I couldn’t stand being apart...So while I was thinking of you...

I subconsciously found myself opening the gate to the Demon World.’ ...Something like that?

ーー Say, tell me. I know we weren’t apart for long, but while you were by yourself...You thought of me, didn’t you?

Yui: Well, of course...

Laito: Did you let your imagination run wild during those times?

Yui: Well...

Laito: You didn’t?

Yui: ...I-I didn’t have the time to...

Laito: Really?

Yui: I don’t lie...

Laito: Fufu...Bitch-chan, no point in hiding it~

I can tell. The fact that your face is flushed as red as a strawberry right now proves my point.

You see...While feeling sad from noticing how my scent slowly faded from your own body.

Your feelings for me should have only grown stronger...

...Just like mine did...Haah...

ー He takes in her scent

Yui: Laito-kun, that tickles...

Laito: You don’t like it?

Yui: Uu...

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan? Should I not put myself at ease by taking in your scent like this?

Yui: ( He really sees right through me... )

Laito: Kukuku....A prisoner of love, you’re completely in my grasp, aren’t you?

ーー I don’t think I have to say this...But you have me in your grasp as well.

The truth is, I was worried you might just follow me here, so I’ve been keeping an eye on you.

Yui: Eh...!? T-Then...You’ve been watching me ever since I set foot inside this world...?

Laito: Exactly. I was watching over you.

I figured you’d come. You can no longer bear being away from me after all.

Yui: ...

Laito: Having trouble proving me wrong because I hit the nail on the head?

Yui: Yup.

Laito: ...Why the haphazard response?

I bet you want to try and defend your case, but you find it too much trouble, don’t you?

Yui: Uu...I-I mean, no matter what kind of response I give, I can’t talk my way out... (2)

Laito: Nfufu~ You seem to know me very well, Bitch-chan.

As to be expected of my Yui-chan~!

Yui: ( ...He seems very happy... )

( I guess I can take this as him genuinely accepting my feelings? )

( In that case, I’m happy too... )

Laito: Bitch-chan, are you listening?

Yui: Ah, yeah. I am.

Laito: Really? I hope soーー

*HOOOOWL*

Laito: Whoops...It’d be troublesome if those Wolves were to show up...

Come on. Let’s go.

Yui: Yeah!

( I really am glad Laito-kun came for me. Now I can rest assured, right? )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the living room of the Sakamaki manor

Yui: ーー Wait...W-Why? We came back.

Laito: Nfu~ Exactly. That was my plan all along after all.

Yui: Is this...okay?

Laito: Hmー Let me think.

What if you’re attacked by those Wolves like Ayato-kun was...?

Laito: Well, I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it...?

Yui: Laito-kun!

Laito: Just kidding~ It was a joke.

But you know, I might just prefer being roughened up by those Wolves over having to stay at that castle.

ーー I’d rather not have to stay there for an extended period of time.

Yui: ...

Laito: Say, you feel the same way, don’t you? Rather than being stuck at that castle crawling with Vampires...

...you’d much rather indulge in some sweet private time with me here, don’t you?

ー He steps closer

Yui: ( He’s trying to beg the question. )

( I guess he really must not want to stay at that castle... )

Right. Let’s do that then?

Laito: Nfu~ You’re good at matching someone’s vibe, aren’t you? I don’t hate that, you know?

*Rustle*

Yui: Laito-kun...

Laito: Yes?

Yui: I like you.

Laito: Fufu... ーー So do I...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: ...

Laito: Yui-chan...

*Rustle*

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s room

Laito: ーー That being said, this place sure has known better times...The whole manor has been turned upside down...

I think Reiji would have a mental breakdown if he saw this. Nfu~

Yui: We have to try and tidy things up step by step, otherwise we won’t be able to properly live here.

Laito: Good point. However, I don’t dislike the thought of living in this mess of a manor.

Yui: Eeh!? W-What makes you say that!?

Laito: Just try imagining it! What it would feel like to ‘have some fun’ (3) in a room which has been turned upside down~ 

As you find yourself amidst not-so-ideal circumstances, you suddenly experience a strong desire for carnal pleasure and you eagerlyーー

Yui: S-Stop right there! I’ve heard enough!

Laito: Eeh? I was just about to get to the juicy part though?

Yui: M-More importantly, I wonder if those Wolves won’t come here anymore?

Laito: I’m sure we’ll be fine for a while. However, if we stay here too long, they might find us eventually.

Yui: Right...

Laito: So, I had a great idea.

All of the Vampires who live around this area have retreated back to the Demon World.

In other words, their manor is currently uninhabited, right? So why don’t we go live there?

Yui: You mean we could go to the manor of the Mukami’s, for example?

Laito: Nfu~ Exactly!

We stay here for a bit first, then go to the Mukami’s place after. Honestly, I wouldn’t even mind returning to your childhood home for a bit.

Yui: I see...If we go from one place to another, it’d be more difficult for them to track us down.

Laito: I think it’s an almost disgustingly good idea, if I may say so myself.

Yui: However, are we sure we can just invite ourselves in...?

Laito: It kind of gets me all excited! It’s like we’re eloping together. Nfufu~ 

Yui: ( He’s not listening at all. )

( We don’t know when the Wolves will make their move, so we have to stay on guard as long as we don’t know what exactly they’re after. )

( I can only pray life will be back to normal soon... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) This might just be a stylistic choice, but when Laito says 愛してる or ‘aishiteru’, it isn’t written in kanji as it is in all other routes, but in Katakana. This is quite odd/uncommon because usually Katakana is used for foreign words or words borrowed from another language.

I’m sure there are other people who could do a better analysis of this, but I do think it’s written like this because Laito saying those words is also somewhat surreal in itself? So by writing the word in Katakana, it reflects that sense of ‘strangeness’. 

(2) Literally she says that she can’t escape his ‘pace’. 

(3) もつれ合う or ‘motsue-au’ literally means ‘to get entangled’. I mostly found it in context of tangled vines, etc. but I think we all know what Laito implies here. :p

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[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

A Lesson In Touch [Din Djarin x Reader]

Title: A Lesson In Touch Summary: You want nothing more to say your feelings for Din out loud, but words don't come to you or Din easy... Maybe you can express your love in another way. Warnings: A little bit of angst and description of injury, but that's about it Request: N/A

A/N: This is the third and final instalment of "a lesson in" series! ((unless i get inspired to write another part)) Let me know if you have any requests for Din in general!!

A/N 2: Here is a list of people that said they wanted to be tagged for this fic! Hope you like it

@elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey @the-fae-child @zoleea-exultant @captainwanderlust78​ @ihavemyownissuess​

PART 1: A Lesson In Mando’a PART 2: A Lesson In Tradition PART 3: A Lesson In Touch

Din Djarin~A Lesson In Touch

Din hadn't quite mastered the art of subtlety when it came to you. He was very thankful for his beskar, specifically his helmet, otherwise he was sure you would've noticed his outright staring. In no way was he trying to make you feel uncomfortable or offend you, but he just felt mesmerised by you in a way that no other being in the galaxy had. Well, apart from his little green son. But, this... This was something different.

        You were something different.

        Ever since you had bought that necklace, the way he felt about you had only intensified. It was scaring him in ways he didn't even want to confront. Thoughts of a relationship, of a family with you began to stir within him. It wasn't realistic- definitely just a day dream. Kriff, he hadn't even been in a romantic relationship before: how was he ever going to treat you right? Sure, he'd dabbled in a few flings here and there... Some he was less than proud of. Although he'd never broken his Creed, he had certainly bent the rules a handful of times; in his defence, he was young, and stupid... And, touch starved. In truth: he probably still was.

        It had been a long while since anyone had touched him with any other intent than to kill him. He was used to the roughness of touch that came with combat: the way his fists hit another, and he was in turn hit, but your soft lingering touches were enough to distract him for the whole day.

        He began to crave them: any excuse to be close to you.

        If only the Mandalorian knew that he wasn't being as subtle as he thought. Even with the helmet disguising his eyes, you could feel his vision on you. At first, you felt self conscious under his gaze. You interpreted it as him glaring at you: maybe you had done something wrong with the kid? Or maybe you had offended him, and he just wasn't saying anything? But, slowly, you got better at reading his body language. It was tough at first, as Din revealed very little personal information about himself. Coupled this with the fact he was usually clad head to toe in beskar armour, you made slow progress. However, over time, you began to pick up on little cues. Soft, small hints that he wasn't glaring... He was looking at you: you'd caught him staring.  

        You were going to confront him about it, initially; maybe even make a light joke of it. You had quickly gone off of that idea. Soon, you decided you liked the Mandalorians eyes on you; you even let yourself believe that he might only have eyes for you.

        And soon, just as he craved you, you wanted more than just his eyes on you.

~~~

The universe had a fucking funny way of answering your inner desires. When you said, you had wanted to feel him, feel his skin on your own, when you had said you wanted to feel his touch, this wasn't what you meant. Kriff. This was getting bad. Din was bleeding badly.

        What had initially meant to be a pretty simple bounty had turned into a rather difficult one. The location Din was sent initially was inaccurate, and then when he arrived at the actual, correct location, it was a trap. His target had friends, and it soon became an ambush. The Mandalorian was still capable of taking them down, but they put up a pretty good fight, and before knocking out all of them, one had managed to stab Din in his side.

        Which lead you to now.

        Din was in your arms. He had stumbled into the Razor Crest, clutching his side with one arm and dragging the quarry with the other. You'd almost lost control in that moment, but you knew you had to stay calm for him. You rushed up to him, and quickly aided him in throwing the bounty into carbonite. Then, you made quick work of laying him down on your make shift medical bench, and asking him where the pain was coming from. Your eyes were wide with panic: he could probably tell. You were terrible at hiding emotions when it came to him, and you'd never exactly done this before. Sure, you'd patched yourself up more times than you can count: but someone else? Someone you cared about? Now that was something else entirely.

        "Din," you cooed gently, trying not to make his pain worse, "I'm going to need to remove some of your armour. Is that okay? Is... Is that breaking your Creed?"

        "I- No," Din huffed out, trying to be kind to you despite his situation.

        "Okay, good... Good... I need you to lay as still as you can okay. I'm just going to..."

        You don't know why you start narrating what you're doing. Maybe you thought it would put him at ease if he knew what was going on. Maybe it was making things worse.

        Gently, you peeled away his armour from his torso, and observed the large cut down his side. You pressed your hand against him, and Din winced in pain. Your hand retracted quickly, and you ran to the first aid kit kept in the Crest. You opened the bag, and began searching around for the bacta patch and disinfectant that you needed. Your heart was beating really quickly, and you could feel Din's pulse getting weaker. His breathing shallowed. You steadied your shaking hands as you brought the disinfectant up to his wound.

        "Din," you murmur, "Are you still with me? Din... I'm sorry this is going to hurt."

        You saw his head nod slowly, and you began cleaning the wound as carefully as you can. He winced in pain and his hand shot up; he grabbed out to you, and his hand was wrapped around your upper arm before you knew what was happening. Despite the situation, his touch (even through his glove) surprised you. Your heart rate began to increase, and your face felt hot.

        "I'm nearly done now," you promise him, "I'm just putting on the bacta patch and then you can rest."

        "T-Thank you, cyar'ika," Din replied, his grip on your arm faltering before letting go.

        You took his hand and squeezed it gently. Din was weak now but at least his wound has been tended to and he wasn't losing anymore blood. It was only now that the worst of it was over, that you took note of the blood across the ship. This would be one hell of a clean up. First, you washed your hands, and then you gently removed the remainders of Din's armour, save his helmet (of course). You unbuttoned his tunic and swapped it out for one that wasn't covered in blood- and one that didn't have a large hole in it. You like to think that he'd appreciate it.

        With the ship finally cleaned, and Din safe, you crawled into your cot beside the child. Your eyes felt heavy as you held the child close to you: you took one last look at your Mandalorian, before finally falling asleep.

~~~

Din Djarin woke up startled. His hand went to his side, at first, and then across his chest, before ending up resting on his helmet. His eyes scanned the room before settling upon you. His eyes softened; in your arms lay his little womp rat. He was safe, and so were you. Din sighed, relieved that you were both still okay.

        His eyes cast down to the pile of armour beside him: you must've removed it after he'd passed out. He recognised that he was now wearing a new black shirt, and that his old, bloodied one was nowhere to be found. His mind didn't have time to wonder where you'd put it, as the sound of him moving off of the make shift medical bench had caused you to begin to awaken. Your eye sight was blurry for a second, before focusing in on Din. He was up.

        He was up!

        "Din! You're awake!" you exclaim, shaking off any sleepy feeling that still remained.

        "Are you alright?" Din asks, stepping towards you.

        "Am I alright?" you repeat back to him, now also finding your feet, "You get stabbed, come home bloody to me -barely standing I might add- and you ask me if I'm okay?"

        Din shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

        "Never mind me: how are you feeling?"

        "I'm... I'm okay. Better now, thanks to you," Din reassured, reaching over to take the child from you now that he had woken up from his nap.

        "Well, I have been told I have an excellent bed side manor," you tease.

        "Oh yeah?" Din plays along.

        "Really! If it wasn't for this whole bounty hunting gig, I definitely would've been a nurse," you assure confidently; although truthfully at this point in time, you have no interest in taking care of anyone else besides your small found family.

        "You would've made an excellent nurse," Din chuckles.

        It warms your heart: hearing him laugh.

        "I thought you were going to pass out quicker than me at certain points, though," Din continues, "But I'm not dead so you must've done something right."

        "Hey now, Mandalorian: in my defence, I was not expecting you to come back covered in blood and barely conscious. Forgive me if I was a little rusty."

        You hadn't realised how close the two of you had become until now. His body was so close that you could almost feel the heat coming from his body. Or maybe it was yours. You weren't honestly sure at this point, but it was making your face heat up. You shyly looked away from his gaze. Seeing him like this almost felt unnatural. You were so use to him fully covered in armour, that seeing him without all the beskar felt like you were seeing him naked. Despite this, you enjoyed seeing him like this: he felt more human to you now. If he was feeling vulnerable at all, he didn't show it. If you didn't know any better, you'd almost say he enjoyed this new layer of vulnerability because it meant he could feel closer... Closer to you.

        "You're forgiven," he murmurs, his voice low, "Am I forgiven, cyar'ika?"

        "Hm..." you hesitate, teasing him for a second, "I will have to think about that-"

        "-Mesh'la, please," he pretends to beg you, smiling under his helmet; Din's eyes remain on you, almost transfixed as you pretend to ponder the status of his forgiveness.

       "Only if you tell me what m- me- mesh'la means," you whisper in a hushed tone, "Or agree to teach me Mando'a. I have to know what you are saying about me."

       "Only good things," Din replies in the same quiet tone, "Beautiful."

       "Beautiful," you repeat back to him, your heart swelling, "Din you are... Me- mesh'la too."

       You expect him to reply: correct your pronunciation, or joke back with you but the Mandalorian has gone silent. Not an uncomfortable wooden silence. No, it was a warm silence. It felt right, and after a second, you adjusted to the new quietness. You imagine neither of you have had a moment like this in a long time. The silences you were use to only echoed with your hollowness, reflecting your loneliness. But this: this felt right.

       Gently, Din leaned his head on your own. Due to the presence of his helmet, he was careful not to be too forceful, but you soon accepted the gesture, and kept your forehead on his.

       A keldabe kiss.

       That's what you would come to know that as. Although it originally started as slang for a headbutt, it soon became a sign of affection among Mandalorians. Affectionate moments with the Creed felt few and far between, so this was a way around that. And, it was one you quiet enjoyed. Even if you couldn't always touch your Mandalorian in the ways you wanted to, in these moments it didn't seem to matter. Despite the Creed, despite everything, there was no true barrier that could separate you and Din Djarin.

       Your foreheads stay together for a moment longer, before separating. You look up at him, and you know -even without words, even without touch- he is yours, and your are his.

[mcsstydia]

Worry- David Budd

request:

prompt: you get into an explosion and david, your bodyguard/boyfriend isn’t allowed to see you

pairing: david x fem!reader 

warnings: mentions of injury, guns and an explosion, also a lot of angst but fluffy ending! 

words: 1.6k

A/N: I love Richard Madden. Not yet proof read so expect some typos <3

Masterlist is in bio! 

Anxious. All David felt, and all David was, was anxious. From the moment he had woken up, he was anxious. Anxious about your whereabouts, anxious about your well-being. Anxious about not being with you. 

He didn’t remember much. The last thing he recalled doing was throwing his body over yours, trying to get you to safety and away from the gun shots ringing through your ears. But there had been an explosion, and David hadn’t seen that coming. 

  And as soon as he woke up, he freed himself from anything the doctors put on him, and made his way to wherever hehoped you would be. And so, he started running. Running down endless corridors and countless hallways, all in search of you. 

Sure, he was your bodyguard and it was his duty to keep you safe. But, what nobody else knew, was that he was your lover. Well, more than that, to be honest. You loved him. You hadn’t told him yet, but you loved him, oh, so much. And he loved you just as much.

  Otherwise he wouldn’t be running as fast as he could, without even ebing able to think straight and with every muscle and every bone in his body hurting like hell. He ran and he ran, and people tried to stop him, tried to slow him down and take care of him. But all he wanted to do was be with you. All he wanted to know was whether you were okay. All he wanted to do was kiss you, and never let you go again.

Failed. He had failed you, he thought, as he was running down the slippery hallways as fast as his injured legs would carry him. When he finally reached the floor where he knew they put the influencial people, he came to a screeching halt at the front desk. Utterly out of breath, lungs and overall, his whole body, aching from the effort of sprinting along numerous corridors, he asked the nurse. 

  “Y/N Y/L/N,”, he brought out. “Where is she?”, he asked, panic and determination equally seen in his eyes. “Sir, I can’t give you this information. How do you even know-”, she tried to finish her question, but David was quicker. He rolled his eyes and the nurse saw the pain in his eyes as he spoke. 

“Please,”, he pleaded, tears glistening in his eyes. “Please I just have to know if she’s okay. I’m her bodyguard. PS David Budd. I was with her when the explosion happened.”, he explained, the pleading, yet strong tone never leaving his voice.

  And maybe it was the nurse pitying him, or maybe she saw how much he cared for her, but she, finally, gave him the answers he so much desired. “She’s still asleep and the doctors don’t know why,”, she began, sadness filling her eyes as she saw David’s reaction. His shoulders slumbed a little and the edges of his lips began to quiver. He was more than happy to hear she was’t dead. But this? This wasn’t much better. He worried so much about her. 

“When can I see her?”, he asked, now much quieter than he had been before, thousands of thoughts flying around in his head, making it hard to concentrat to speak up. “I’m afraid you can’t, sir,”, the nurse spoke up. David directed his gaze towards her again. “Family only,”, she added, a sad smile playing on her lips. 

  “Where is she?”, David repeated his question, hoping for a different outcome. The nurse looked down at her papers and sighed. “Room 458.”, she muttered lowly. “Thank you so much.”, David replied with grattitude before rushing away, down yet another horribly long hallway, still in search of you. 

When he finally reached your room, he saw two bodyguards guarding your door. He knew this meant trouble. “Name?”, one of them asked him. “PS David Budd, I’m Ms. Y/L/N’s bodyguard.” he stated, his nerves ripping on his fingers, trying to get to you. 

  The guards exchanged a quick look, then the other said: “Sorry, you can’t get in.” David was filled with so much dread and so much anxiety he thought he would explode. He was too impatient to put up with this right now. “Yeah, yeah I know only family but I’m her boy-”, David stopped himself from telling them the truth. “Bodyguard. I’m her bodyguard. Please let me in, I have to know she’s okay.”, David pleaded. Again. He hated pleading. 

But for her, he would do anything. And he was prepared to do so. “Sorry, man. Can’t.”, the first guard replied again. Anger was building up inside of David and he was ready to fight them both if he had to. But he knew he physically couldn’t regarding his state. 

  “Guys, c’mon, please-”, he tried again, but the second guard stepped forward and placed a calm hand on David’s chest. “Sargeant, I’ll have to call the hospital security if you don’t back off. Stay calm and you can stay here, outside her room. Otherwise you will gladly be brought back to your room.”, he threatened. 

Anger still in his eyes, David bit his lip and huffed before turning around and sitting down on a chair opposite of Y/N’s room. Hours passed and it felt like years. He was devastated. He couldn’t live with the uncertainty much longer. He had to see her. Hold her. Kiss her. Protect her. 

  Head buried deep in his hands, he sat there. Not even considering closing his eyes for a mere second, no matter how exhausted and both physically and mentally tired he was. He couldn’t sleeep. Not now. Not when he didn’t know whether she was okay.

After endless hours, something finally happened. A doctor and a nurse came hurrying down the hallway, making David stand up in an instant. They walked past him, straight into your room. David tried to follow them, but was yet again held back at your door. He tried to listen to what they were discussing, when he finally, finally, heard your voice. 

  A laugh escaped his mouth, not believing his own ears. “Where is PS Budd?”, you asked, trying to sound professional, but David could hear your voice was about to break. Once you had woken up, you had pushed a botton next to your bed, alarming the nurse. But all you really cared about was where David was. Why wasn’t he with you? Was he hurt? Was he de- No! He couldn’t be, he just couldn’t.

Upon hearing your question, David stormed past the guards into your room, and as soon as he saw your bruised face, tears of relief welled up in his eyes. Once you spotted him, you let out a laugh of relief as well, he was there, he wasn’t severly injured and he was alive.

  But your moment of reunion was short-lived as the guards grabbed David’s arms and wanted to pull him out of the room again. “No!”, you almost yelled, sitting up in your bed although it hurt to move. “Let him in!”, you demanded and the guard let him go. 

“We’ll come again later.”, the doctor stated and he and the nurse left the room as well. David hurried to your side before the door was closed, siiting down on your bed and gently but firmly pulling your body into his. 

  At this point, the tears he so hard tried to hide ran down his cheeks. He caressed your back as he spoke. “They wouldn’t let me in. I wanted to be with you, Y/N. Believe me,”, he whispered, holding your face in his hands now, looking into your eyes with so much love and care. 

“I know, I know,”, you whispered, barely audible. He kissed your head repeatedly, then your forehead, all while still talking. “They said only family could get in and nobody even knows I’m your boyfriend so I couldn’t do anything and then they only said you wouldn’t wake up and I’m so sorry for not protecting you, Y/N. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you, I-”, David rambled on, but you cut him off.

  “Love, love,”, you whispered, trying to get his attention while he was full on sobbing, but you were crying just as much. “You protected me. You did so good, baby. And I’m so thankful for you. But most importantly, I’m just so fucking thankful you’re okay and-”, you hesitated, still holding his gaze, staring into his ocean blue eyes. 

“Let’s tell everyone.”, you decided, catching David off guard. “Let’s tell everyone we’re dating, I don’t care. All I know is that I never want to be without you so we might as well tell it everyone else, as well,”, you grinned shyly, not knowing how he would react. 

  He smiled in response, kissing your head again and again and again, then locking your gazes again. “I love you,”, he stated, still looking at you for your reaction. Your whole face lit up and a new load of tears filled your eyes. 

“Really?”, you asked, your voice hoarse and quiet. David chuckled, then kissed your forehead again. “Yeah, really,”, he replied, grinning at you. “I love you too,”, you confessed, earning a smile just as wide as yours in return. “So much,”, you breathed out before gently grabbing his neck and pulling him towards you.

  It was a kiss full of passion and so many different emotions that it was bound to not last long. You were both out of breath and chuckling as you broke apart, but reconnected your lips within the blink of an eye. 

The kisses were messy first, then in sync and it had never felt better to taste him as of this moment. He still tasted of blood and you could feel a few cuts and bruises along his cheeks, but you were so relieved that he was with you that nothing else in the world mattered in this moment. 

[multific]

The Housekeeper (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5

Geralt x Reader

Modern!AU

Summary: You moved to the big city not too long ago. And you became the housekeeper to the handsome bachelor, Geralt Rivia. At first your relationship is purely professional, but what happens when you start developing feelings for him?

 The night of the event came quicker than you anticipated.

You took your dress every day out of the closet and looked at it. As you remembered Geralt’s words every day, the more motivated you got.

And finally, it came.

Jaskier arrived just in time, and after a big rounds of compliments, you found yourself in the back of the limo.

“You look nervous.” Jaskier said.

“I have never been in a limo before, I’m more excited and curious rather than nervous.”

“What about Geralt?”

“What about him?”

“Well, you told me how rude he was when you were at his place the last time.”

“Yes. But I won’t let that ruin this for me. I was always curios about how rich people party. You know in the movies they always walk around with those expensive champagne and eat those incredibly small portions.”

“You are not far from the truth, Y/N. But you’ll see. If you are uncomfortable at any moment, we’ll leave.”

“Thank you, Jaskier. For being a good friend.” you smiled at him and it made him extremely happy, after all Jaskier barely had any genuine friend besides Geralt and even sometimes Geralt was hard to deal with, but with you Jaskier felt like he was a kid again.

“No problem. Now deep breath, we are almost there!”

“What? But I wanted to do the typical girl thing where they pup out of the window that’s on the roof and yell and scream at strangers!”

“Maybe after the Gala? When you have some of that fancy champagne in you?”

“Great idea!”

***

The place where the gala took place looked more like a museum, it had painting, and pictures on the walls and everything looked very fancy. The walls were decorated with columns, the stairs and the floor were made out of marble. You felt so out of place. The fanciest place you have ever been to was probably the museum you went to with your class probably when you were a teenager.

Jaskier introduced you to a few people but you didn’t bother to remember their names. It was clear they looked down on you. Most thought you and Jaskier were a couple, but both of you quickly disagreed with that.

Jaskier seemed to really like the Gala, he was smiling and chatting with everyone, either that or he was used to faking happiness and interest. But you weren’t, you hated acting fake, but you should have been prepared for this. Yet you still hoped something nice would happen.

You left Jaskier’s side to get some fresh air from all the people, as you moved to the furthest point of the room. You looked around but didn’t see Geralt anywhere. You saw Jaskier having a laugh with a young man. They looked like they have been friends for a long time now.

“Champagne?” you got a bit startled when the waitress offered you the drink.

“Yes. Thank you.” the waitress smiled at you as you took the glass from her tray. She moved on and as you started your champagne, you noticed a man walking up to the stage.

“Ladies and Gentleman, I would like to welcome everyone at our event. We made this Gala happen in order to raise founding for the Saint Martin Hospital. I’d like everyone to give a big round of applause to the two most generous people who donated to the cause. One is Geralt Rivia.” everyone started clapping including you. You were at the back of the room, but you could still make out Geralt and how amazingly handsome he looked in his suit. You stared at him as he looked like a God in his royal blue suit.

You planned to amaze him with your looks, but the opposite might have just happened. Then the man started talking again.

“And the other one, Cahir Ceallach.” everyone started clapping once again. You watched this Cahir a well. He was slimmer but the same height as Geralt. His features were unique and handsome in a way. And although you thought it was impossible, he looked scarier than Geralt. Cahir looked like a cold emotionless man and his full black attire didn’t soften that one bit. Yet there was something about him, something interesting, it was the same with Geralt. Maybe it was the thrill of them being so out of your reach, you weren’t sure. But one thing was sure, both of them were handsome, influential and wealthy, you bet that every women and even some men would give their lives just to stand beside any of the two.

After the stage was once again quiet. You started looking for Jaskier, but you just couldn’t find him, so you grabbed a glass of champagne and moved to a corner.

You thought that maybe it was a silly idea. After all you are just a housekeeper, what were you doing at a party like that? You decided to get a taxi and go home.

Why did you think that putting on an expensive dress doing your make up and wearing a high heel that you could barely walk in would make Geralt notice you? Silly idea.

As you went to the lobby and asked for your coat, it wasn’t too cold since it was spring but a thin coat was still needed otherwise you’d get a cold, you heard a man’s voice.

“Leaving already?” it wasn’t Jaskier nor Geralt. You turned around and saw the man from earlier, Cahir, standing behind you. You were surprised to say the least. “It really is a shame Miss. You look breath-taking. How rude of me, my name is Cahir Ceallach. Nice to meet you.”

“Hi. My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” Meanwhile the person behind you got your coat and handed it to you, you took it and turned back to Cahir as the person left.

“Let me get you home, I cannot let such a beautiful lady to go into the city this late.” although his expression didn’t change as he spoke, for some reason you truly believed that he was worried about you, even if you didn’t know the reason behind it.

“It’s not necessary, I’m sure they would miss one of their biggest donator.”

“Oh, please, they wouldn’t even notice. I like charity but events like this is all for show. I noticed you during the time I was on stage.” you blushed a little as he took a step closer. “Hard not to notice such a beauty.”

“T-Thank you. Your compliments are too kind.”

“You are obviously not used to this. May I ask, who brought you here?”

“J-Jaskier.”

“I know him well and Geralt Rivia too. Please don’t think I was rude when I said you are not used to this. It’s just nice to meet a person who is not fake like them in there.” Cahir said pointing to the door the Gala was held behind.

“I didn’t think you were rude. I don’t belong here, I’m just a housekeeper. I’ll leave now.” You offered him a small smile, but he didn’t give up.

“Let me take you home, please.” you looked into his eyes. His face didn’t show any emotions, but his eyes sure did.

You agreed that he’d take you home. His car wasn’t a limo like Jaskier’s, Cahir’s was a very fancy car and somehow it felt a lot nicer. The chauffeur opened the door for both of you and you gave your address to the chauffeur.

However you failed to notice the pair of eyes who saw you leave with Cahir.

***

After you had left from the Gala, Jaskier bombed your phone with messages and calls. You told him what happened during a call.

“Cahir Ceallach, took you home?”

“He offered when he saw me leaving. He was being nice, Jaskier.”

“Y/N, Cahir is… Let’s just say him and Geralt don’t really get along. They used to be friends, but things happened and now they are not. If you like Geralt, you should stay away from Cahir.”

It took you a moment to wrap your head around what Jaskier just said.

“Look, Geralt doesn’t see me as anything. He thinks I’m worthless, so excuse me when someone who is genuinely interested comes by and I accept their kind offer.”

“Okay, I see where you are coming from, Y/N. I do. Geralt is a dick and a blind dick at that to not see what you are capable of. Speaking of which, tomorrow you will be at his place right?”

“Yes. I will have to wash his clothes and iron them as well as clean the fish tank. Why? You want to come by?”

“Maybe. Well, goodnight, Y/N!”

“Goodnight!”

However you didn’t tell Jaskier one little detail.

That you gave your phone number to Cahir.

What were you supposed to do? He looked like a lost puppy when he asked for it! You couldn’t say no!

***

The next day you did what you were supposed to, you cleaned the fish tank and was folding Geralt’s clothes when he arrived home.

You let your presence known as you went to greet him in the hallway.

“Welcome home, Sir. I’m about to finish with your clothes, after that I’ll take my leave.”

“You didn’t say hi to me yesterday.” you didn’t expect him to bring last night up so quickly.

“I-I-“

“And then you left with him.”

“Well, Cahir was kind enough and offered me a ride.”

“Kind.” Geralt basically spat that word out. “Nothing about him is kind.”

You got a bit irritated as he avoided your eyes.

“Why do you care?” you asked a bit aggressively. Geralt got surprised by your tone.

“Huh?”

“I said, why do you care who I go home with?” Geralt didn’t know what to say, he got bit angry and the first thing that was on his mind came out, which was probably a bad idea.

“I had to watch you walk away with him!”

“And?”

“AND? And I’m fucking in LOVE with you! Can’t you see? I thought you knew! I had you stay here, we bonded… I know, I know I fucked it up when I brought that woman here or when I was rude with you. I tried to keep my feelings down, but the moment I saw you walk away with him, I lost it!”

You stood there, frozen by his confession.

What?

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Yo guys. This took me forever and a year just to figure out a title. xD Like yo, I stared at my PC for like a good 10 minutes trying to figure this out. Haha.

BUT, ANYWAY. This fic is a ride and a half. There’s a lot of k!nk’s in this. We got your, B D S M, Spanking, Degradation, A slight breed k!ink towards the end, Non-con, Drug use AND MOAR. So please read this at your own risk. With that being said~

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"What would you do if I put all five fingers on this pretty face of yours? Hm..?"

Tomura sneered at you. You were frozen in place in a back alley. Your breath quickening at the threat he gave to you. You could feel your heart pound in your chest. Fear. Pure and utter fear coursed through your veins like heroin. Your eyes widened ever so slightly. Your lips parted as if to say your rebuttal, but nothing came out of it.

Tomura smirked. 

"Heeehh... You want to say something, hero scum?"

His voice deepened as he leaned in closer. Four fingers sat upon your forehead. Your hands trembling as they pressed against the wall behind you. You could feel the grummy wall through the thin material of your hero suit. Your dry lips parted once more as a tiny voice escaped past your trembling lips,

"Let me... Let me go."

Tomura upon hearing your pathetic plea made him bellow in laughter. His free hand clutched his thin stomach. He was a lanky guy.

"Hah..? Let you go? That's probably the best thing I've heard all week." He cackled out. But after a small sigh after his fit of chuckles, he leaned in close. You could feel his breath against your skin. His lips brushing against your ear as he whispered in a husky and slightly airy voice.

"Say... Hero. Why don't we have a little...-"

He paused as he moved over to your other ear. He put emphasis on the last word, drawing it out.

"Fun."

Your eyes widened like saucers. No... You didn't want too. You didn't want to go with this despicable man. You had a sinking suspicion what what exactly what he meant by... well. Fun. This time, you struggled. Your flight or fight response kicking in with the adrenaline that you felt.

"No!"

You screamed out as you flailed your arms to get his hand off of your face. One hand reached to push him away. You wanted to escape. You needed to escape. To run away. You didn't want this. Not even if you two were the last people on Earth. Not even if it was a life or death situation. Tomura gave an almost cocky smirk at your feeble attempts of running away.

"Oh ho? You think you get a choice in this? Huh, Hero!" He questioned, his voice having a mocking tone. He laughed at you. This was pathetic to him. He grabbed one of your fighting hands and pinned it against the cold and rough brick wall above your head. Only his pinky stood out so that he wouldn't disintegrate you. Well... Not until he had his fun that is. But, this depended on his mood.

His other hand shifted it's grip to your forehead to instead grab at your wrist. He pinned that hand against the grummy brick wall as well. Then, he shifted his grip to where one hand held both of your struggling hands. His actions were quick and calculated. Almost as if he predicted that this would happen. Then again, you probably weren't the only Hero he's had his so called fun with.

You lifted your knee upwards to kick him where it surely would count. You were desperate to get away. But, Tomura blocked your knee with his leg, forcing it back down. Then he shifted said, leg between your own. His knee pressing roughly against your clothed pussy to keep you in place. The feeling was uncomfortable and definitely not wanted. Still, you were squirming under his rough touch.

Tomura hummed. Perhaps more so towards himself than anything.

"Hm... Say, Hero? Why don't you go to sleep for a little while, Mh? This will probably be much easier, wouldn't you say?"

He offered a fake, overly kind smile. Though his words held a malicious intent.

"No! I don't want too! Let me go!"

You wailed out. Tears welling up into your eyes as the fell down the smooth skin of your cheeks. You looked pathetic in Tomura's eyes. But then suddenly and quicker than you could react, Tomura moved one of his hands to grip your hair. He slammed your head into the brick wall behind you.

Pain. Pain was the first sensation you felt until your eyes started to cloud. You felt strange. Very strange at that. You started to have tunnel vision. Before you knew it, you were unconscious. Tomura watched your body crumple down to the grimy alley road under him. He stood over you for a few seconds before grabbing your body and throwing it over his shoulder. From there he took you to the League's hide out. Specifically into the basement where nobody could hear your screams or find you.

Hours later you finally started to part your eye lids only to meet darkness. You felt a throbbing pain on the back of your head.

'What happened? Where am I?'

You thought to yourself. You went to reach to rub the throbbing ache behind your head, but.. for some reason you couldn't. Then your memories came falling through your brain like a waterfall. Everything came flooding back. You screamed bloody murder. You thrashed about on the cold hard table you were strapped too. The metal cuffs digging painfully onto your skin. You were clad in just your bra and panties.

Cold. It was so cold. You screamed for help. You screamed for mercy. You screamed in frustration. So many emotions welled up inside. How long has it been? Four days... Maybe a week or two? You lost track of time sense you had a blindfold on.

You were still strapped to the table. Your voice hoarse from screaming. The small flame of hope you had a day or so prior slowly faded away. During your stay you were fed some sort of food that you've never had before. The first few days you rejected any kind of food or water. A hunger strike of sorts. But as the days went by, your hunger and thirst grew. You were rapidly losing weight and dangerously at that.

So finally after what felt like 5 days, you caved in. It was a strike to your pride. Or, rather, what little was left of it. For each time that it was for you to eat, they would remove the blindfold. The various people who came in to feed you, refused to tell you what day it was. They said, quote,

"It's Tomura's orders."

Usually two people came by to feed you. One was a girl dressed in a high school uniform it seemed. She had blonde messy buns on ether side of her head. She threatened to stab you with a syringe on multiple occasions. She always had a slightly crazed look about her face.

The other was a man. Probably in his early to mid twenties. He looked gruesome. Reddish and almost purple-y scaly patches of skin littered his body in large chunks. This was accompanied by multiple piercings and staples as if it was keeping the two types of skin sealed together. Or perhaps it was some sort of body modification. You never cared to ask. He always teased you and belittled you.

It was frightening. They both were, but for different reasons. You hated this. However, this went on for several weeks. It became routine. Two times a day you would get fed. Although you were never let out of the chains and cuffs. About 3 times a day you were allowed to use the bathroom. Although during those moments you weren't allowed to take off the blindfold. So, it's location was a mystery to you.

Finally after a month and a half later, you got to meet your captor. You couldn't forget his voice even if you tried. It brought a bubbling sensation of fear through your chest. You heard footsteps. You figured that perhaps, it was time for you to eat again. But... these footsteps were different than the other two whom never gave you their names. You heard the door slam shut behind the mystery person as they descended the stairs towards your 'room'.

You didn't dare ask who it was. You heard a grumpy sigh and something being sat down on the small end table next to the large metal table you were laid upon. The mysterious man smirked as he spoke,

"You seemed to have mellowed out, huh former hero?"

It was then that you knew. It was your captor, Tomura. Your breath hitched into your throat. Your body tightening in response to his gruff voice. Fear welled up through your chest as your heart beat quickened. You clenched your teeth and refused to speak to this man.

"Hm..? Not going to talk?"

He said in a rather teasing tone. Tomura leaned over the table that you were strapped down too. You could feel his hair tickling your cheek. He whispered in a deep and commanding voice.

"Say... If you don't respond, it just might make me angry and we don't want that do we, little hero? So if I were you, I'd respond to your master."

His voice sent chills down your spine. Goosebumps rose along the planes of your body. Yet, you still had resolve in you. Thus, you still didn't respond. Tomura gave you a good minute to talk back to him. He stood back up and the tickling of his hair left your skin. He sighed.

"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Now, let's see what kinds of voices I can force out from those pretty little lips of yours, Mh?"

You could hear the smirk in his voice. He had a teasing tone to his deep voice. The last sentence he spoke, his voice dropped down an octave. It was threatening. It terrified you to your very core. You could hear tomura fumbling around with something. Then you heard nails clicking against some sort of plastic.

'What..?'

You thought to yourself. Everything about this was a complete mystery. That was until you felt a tight and thick rubber band wrap around your arm painfully. A tourniquet.

"No! What are you doing?! Get off!"

You shrieked out. Your voice became a higher pitch than what you anticipated. Tomura only laughed. He laughed that same mocking laugh he so had.

"Now hold still, otherwise this will hurt much more than what is necessary. I don't wish to miss your vein, otherwise we will have to do it again."

He bellowed out in laughter once more before shoving the needle through your skin. You thrashed to get away, but Tomura held your arm in place with unspeakable strength. You could feel tears well up in your eyes, wetting the cloth that covered your sight. Tears continuously streamed past your eyes as the mysterious liquid entered your body with a burn.

You could have swore he made it extremely painful on purpose. After about thirty seconds, which more felt like thirty minutes, Tomura slid the needle out from your arm. He also took off the tourniquet.

"Now."

He huffed out before continuing,

"Be a good girl and wait."

He finished before walking up the stairs back to the main floor, leaving you in your solidarity. Ten minutes pass. Or was it twenty. You were sure. But, as time went by, you felt your body grow hot. Overly hot. You started to become more sensitive. So much so that it was almost painful. You didn't know what was happening. Just, what was that mysterious liquid that was injected into you? Your breath started to become needy pants. It was only after about fourty minutes that you heard a door slam close and somebody striding down the stairs that lead to your location. Tomura paused as he silently gazed at your heated form.

"Oh ho? It seems like the serum worked better than I anticipated."

He chuckled.

"Just look at you. Your thighs are squeezing together. What would the hero society think if they saw you in such a pathetic state? Hm?"

He teased as he walked closer to you.

"Oh..."

You let out a soft sound in reply. Your mind hazy. You didn't even know that your thighs were squeezing together. Perhaps, it was an unconscious decision on your part. Tomura was right next to the table where you lied. He sat the hand that usually covered his face down onto the small end table next to you. Then, he brushed a single finger up from your stomach to the valley between your breasts.

You let out a soft hum in pleasure. You were so sensitive. You craved his touch. No... You needed his touch. Tomura silently trailed his index finger from the valley between your breasts to brush against your lips. His eyes were gazing intensely at you. Your lips parted ever so slightly. It was then that he dipped his finger into your hot mouth.

A small smirk grew on his chapped and thin lips. He then dipped another finger past your plush lips.

"Look how needy you became."

He smirked down at you. He loved this position where he could look down at you. You were vulnerable towards anything he would so desire to give to you. You couldn't respond due to the fingers that were in your mouth. However, you closed your lips around those thin fingers of his. Your eyes closed behind the blindfold. You rolled your tongue around his fingers, suckling on them. Tomura let out a deep chuckle.

"Heh.. I didn't even need to command you and you knew what you needed to do? Have you done this before? I bet you have."

He paused as he leaned in close to whisper huskily into your ear.

"I bet you fucked every damn pro hero. Didn't you?"

He leaned up and laughed as he belittled you. His free hand wrapped around your thin neck. With a single pinky up, his hand gripped tighter.

"If I let down my one finger, you would be disintegrated."

He laughed.

"How does that sound, Hero?!"

His laugh held malicious intent. His grip tightened blocking your airways. After a few minutes of struggling to breathe you could feel your consciousness fading. It was only then that he lifted his hand, laughing. He proved his point that your measly life was in his hands. You were a hot mess at this point in time. Your lips parted as you gasped for breath. However, after a few seconds of being able to breathe again, Tomura closed his hand on your throat. He repeated the process a few times.

He enjoyed the fact that he held so much control over you. He wanted to monopolize you. To claim you as his own. After a few moments of these actions, he pulled his wet fingers from your mouth. A string of saliva connected you two. Your face was flushed in a deep crimson. Your eyes were clouded with lust for the villain.

Tomura gave a deep chuckle at the expression you so held and then used all five fingers onto your bra, disintegrating it. You could feel ash against your flushed skin. However, what came next was a surprise. Tomura released the chains that held you down onto the table. Then he smirked.

"On your knee's, hero bitch."

He commanded in deep voice. He didn't need to tell you twice. You scrambled off of the cold metal table and went onto your knees. The concrete flooring below digging ever so slightly against your skin. Shigaraki looked down at you with an ever growing smirk to his lips. He reached down towards your face. With a single finger he tipped your chin backwards.

"I think you know what to do, Hm? Or do you need your master to command you? But, if you need a command, it just might tick me off. We don't want that, now do we?"

He had spoken in a tantalizing voice, letting go of your chin. Once again, you didn't need to be told twice. Your hands were clumsy and rather stiff. But, after a few seconds you undid the belt from his black jeans. You undid the zipper and pulled out his hard cock. Just looking at it made you be all hot and bothered. You shifted yourself a bit closer. You parted your plush, red lips and slowly slipped his erection into your hot, wet mouth.

But then, Tomura wasn't having it. He gripped a fistfull of your hair and slammed your had down his hard cock. He grunted in pleasure. The mere feeling of your hot mouth onto his dick sent tingles of pleasure up his spine. You gripped tightly onto his thighs. You could hardly breathe with his cock down your throat. Yet, Tomura held you there.

Seeing you struggle like that turned him on line no damn tomorrow. After a good minute of holding you in place, he pulled your head back. It was only then that you gasped for air, only for it to be taken away once more. Tomura forcefully pushed you back down on his cock. He repeated the process. He used you like a toy, only to be thrown away later.

He continued like this, pushing and shoving your head up and down the length of his erection. You were completely at his mercy. You gave up struggling for air each time he shoved you down for a period of time. It was like you welcomed it. You could hear Tomura's grunts and groans increase in frequency and slightly in volume. Especially after the fact that you started sucking on him.

You had this undying urge to please him. Perhaps he would reward you later on. The thought lingered through your hazy mind for a few moments. Shigaraki's groans heightened. His breath quickening. He was close to cumming. With both hands he gripped your head still and he vigorously thrust his hips. His balls slapping your chin.

"Fuck..!"

He yelled out. He facefucked you for a few moments longer before suddenly he stilled. His dick was shoved all the way down your throat. You felt his hot semen slide down your esophagus. Your eyes were teary from the rough treatment he gave. Tomura became breathless. His eyes were closed with his head tilted back. After a good few moments of him being in pure bliss, he pulled out his softening cock from your hot mouth.

A strand of saliva and semen connected the two of you.

"You best bet your ass that you swallowed it."

You nodded. in response.

"Fucking prove it, hero slut."

He had commanded before roughly holding between your cheek bones and jaw, forcing your mouth open. He reached inside of your mouth and pulled your tongue out. Seeing that you did indeed swallow all of his cum, made the man pleased. Once his inspection was over he threw your head towards the hard ground below. The sheer force of it knocked you down from your knees onto the harsh concrete flooring below.

In the process it made you scrape your hands. Not that the villain standing above you cared. Hell the sight of you groveling on the ground, scrambling to get up, fueled his sadism. Tomura leaned down above you and gripped your hair, forcing you to stand. The pain of it made you give a soft yelp. But the tingling sensation of pain went straight to your pussy. Granted, any kind of touch made you wet by this point.

Without saying a word, Tomura dragged you back to the metal table where you were laid on before. He shoved you down. The force caused the back of your head to bang against the hard metal. Due to his quirk he didn't wish to touch your aching pussy. But, then again, there were other means of prepping you.

"Touch yourself."

He commanded. However, due to the fact that you had literally just banged your head against the cold metal table, you weren't sure if you heard him correctly.

"Eh..?"

You questioned. But this made Shigaraki click his tongue.

"Don't make me fucking repeat it."

He sneered down at you. Assuming that you heard correctly, You slowly edged your panties down the length of your legs. It was evident as of how wet you became. Hell one could say that you were desperate to be touched. The mere sight of your dripping pussy made Tomura smirk.

"Heh... Look at you. Dripping fucking wet. Say, what would the Hero association think of this? Dripping wet for a fucking villain. Pathetic."

He chuckled darkly at the end of his words. But the degration that he gave to you only fueled the heat in your loins. Slowly you trailed your hands down your lower abdomen. After a few seconds you reached your aching pussy. Your legs spread open in the process of doing so. You let out a soft sigh of goddamn relief once you started to rub the little pearl that sat atop your hole.

Your fingers would occasionally dip down to gather your juices to lube the little bundle of nerves. After a few moments of this, even you grew inpatient. Tomura's eyes were glued to your aching pussy. You slipped a single digit into your aching hole. Soon thereafter you started to thrust your finger in and out. The feeling sent tingles of pleasure up your spine. Your head fell backwards as you let out a soft moan.

This continued for a few moments until you added in a second finger to join the first. You paused to get used to the slight stretch. The view that Tomura had was absolutely tantalizing. He thoroughly enjoyed this. So much so that his soft cock was growing once more. However, he started to have enough of simply watching.

As the villan strode closer, you started thrusting your fingers. The sensation of it all was becoming too much due to the sensitivity that you held at this current moment. But suddenly you felt a hand grip your wrist, stilling your movements. You gave a soft whine in protest. That of which made him click his tongue.

"Tch... So eager aren't we?"

He sneered down. But, he suddenly started to thrust your hand in and out. The sudden change of pace made you yelp in pleasure. You curled your fingers upwards to scrape against your inner walls. The feeling of this man controlling every little bit of you, was indeed such a turn on. You thighs trembled as Tomura increased the pace he gave.

This was probably faster than what you would normally be able to do. And my god did it feel absolutely amazing. You were a hot mess to say the least. You lips parted as you panted and moaned. The sounds that your pussy made as you were finger fucked was obscene. Your juices dripped down your wrist, sliding down onto Tomura's hand.

You screeched as your orgasm was rapidly approaching. Tomura gave a cocky smirk down at your writhing form. Your other hand clawed at the edge of the metal table. Then like a tidal wave your orgasm hit you. Your lips parted in a silent scream. Your hips ground against your still thrusting hand. You rode out your orgasm and soon enough you grew extremely sensitive.

However, Tomura didn't stop. He continued to thrust your hand vigorously against your sensitive pussy. It was painful. It was too much.

"No! Stop! Stop please! It's too much! I can't go on!"

You wailed out. However, Tomura laughed menacingly.

"I'll stop when I fucking feel like stopping."

He said. His words were ice cold. This was pure torture. However, as you were being severely overstimulated, You could feel a second orgasm rise again. You had tears streaming down your crimson cheeks. Your hips jerked away. But, Shigaraki pinned your hips down with his forearm. He continued to thrust your hand in and out as he bellowed out in laughter.

This torture continued for a good hour and a half. It was only until after your 4th orgasm that he finally stopped. You were weak and breathless. Your limbs felt like that they weighed four tons. A whimper escaped your lips as he finally pulled your hand out of your clenching pussy. You were a mess. Your hand was soaked, granted so was his.

Shigaraki pulled his hand to his face and sniffed his wet fingers before putting them into his mouth. He obsenely licked your juices off of his hand. For once he gave you a short break. Besides, he couldn't let you break. Not just yet anyway. Your thighs trembled as you came down from your fourth orgasm of the night. The villain hovered over you and he gripped your sides. Instantly he flipped you onto your belly and dragged you down to where your legs dangled on the edge of the table. 

He then chained up both of your hands using the same chains that held your legs previously. With one hand he gripped his hard cock and rubbed it against your sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck.. Look at you. You're so eager for a villain's cock."

He scoffed at you. Yet, you were too weak to even reply. Tomura slapped your ass harshly. Enough so that it left his hand tingle. You gave a soft whimper at the pain he gave you. But, then suddenly he slammed his raw cock inside. With one hand he held your waist, while the other gripped your hair. He pulled roughly, making your head lean painfully backwards.

The feeling of something much larger occupying your pussy made you moan with pleasure. Using your waist as an anchor, Shigaraki nearly pulled all the way out before slamming himself back in. His four fingers dug into your flesh. The mere force of him slamming himself back in made your body jump forward ever so slightly. It made you give a soft yelp. Your hands gripped the chains that held you.

You heard a soft grunt as Tomura began to fuck you mercilessly against your aching form. You were left at his mercy as he used you like a little fuck toy. As he thrust into you, you could hear the obscene sounds that your pussy was making. As well as his balls slapping against your wet thighs. The sounds the two of you were creating echoed from within the basement walls.

You trembled as you were fucked. Tomura let go of your hair, making your head slam down against the metal table. He then slapped your ass harshly while asking,

"Whose fucking cock is making you this wet?!"

With trembling lips you said,

"Ngh... Y... Yours..!"

He replied to your feeble sounds with a few more harsh slaps, making your ass turn red. You yelped at the sudden influx of pain.

"You can do better than that, slut!"

He yelled out his command.With your voice a bit louder you replied with,

"Ah...! Your large vil-... Ngh! Villain cock!"

You screeched out in the midst of your moans.

"That's fucking better."

He praised you before slamming his hips in an even faster tempo. It was then when he shifted his hips in a particular angle that it sent a sudden and intense amount of pleasure. It made you scream out. The sudden tightening of your pussy made him let out a low moan. He hit that same special spot with every thrust. Needless to say he enjoyed the feeling of your pussy tightening up like that.

It wasn't even a few minutes later you could feel your orgasm build and rapidly at that. Fuck you were getting close. Oh so close. To be honest, Tomura wasn't in great shape either. With your pussy tight around the length of his cock, gripping it in all the right ways, almost made him weak in his knees. Tomura leaned down to bite your shoulder before growling in your ear.

"I'm going to fill this pretty pussy of yours with my cum. Say, what do you think? Having a Villain's child?"

He pulled back up as he slammed his hips repeatedly against your aching pussy. Not even a minute later you reached your orgasm. Your entire body trembled as you screamed out. Your pussy instantly tightened and loosened and then tightened once more. Pathetic tears streamed past your eyes, landing onto the cold table below. It was like you suddenly blanked out.

You rode out your orgasm with his vigorous thrusts. Your body grew limp. You were sobbing at this point. The sensitivity was too much. After a few minutes Tomura reached his orgasm. His hips jutted forward as he buried his cock deep inside of you. Hot, sticky semen painted your pink walls white.

"Shit!"

He groaned out as his orgasm wracked through his lithe form. His head tilted backwards and his eyes closed. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks to his neck. He licked his lips. In his hazy bliss, he pulled out of your sensitive cunt. The mere feeling made you whimper. Tomura ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, shifting it out of his eyes. You were a complete mess. Cum slowly dripped out of your pussy, onto your thighs. The small beads of cum plopped and dripped to the concrete below.

Shigaraki didn't even bother touching you again. Besides you were merely a toy after all. He shifted his soft cock back into his boxers and he zipped up his pants. He smirked as he answered his own question previously,

"Not that you have a choice in the matter."  

With that he left you like that. He strode back up the stairs and he slammed the door closed behind him. He left you like that. Semen dripping out of your cunt. Your sweaty body weak and your eyes were red from crying so much. However, not even a few minutes later after Tomura left, you fell asleep, just like that.

[aviewfromtheclouds25]

Tell me your other theories on his return. I’m intrigued if you say it all fits together.

What’s you feelings on a reunion in the future? How would it happen?

Oh don’t be intrigued haha! That was really just in terms of the Luke aspect (because he has to have a bigger purpose, because otherwise his introduction and role in this storyline is such an utterly perplexing choice even for the current state of ED) and the timeframe, in that I expect Luke to have some knowledge which he’ll reveal eventually - not any time soon, because Aaron needs to spiral (and breakdown please) and he can’t even start that until he stops suppressing his feelings and distracting himself with Cain’s drama etc (all the while Vic and Luke will be progressing I imagine) - and this could help to change Robert’s sentence from murder to manslaughter, or even the original GBH with intent, and therefore shorten his sentence. So with time served, Robert could be out a fair bit sooner (how much, I don’t know) than the 14 years he was given… Which just helps me reaffirm to myself that half the reason they gave Robert the longer sentence in the first place (aside from the plot of tearing him away from Aaron obviously) is because ED are prepared to wait a few years to see if Ryan wants to return. With the potential of being able to change the charge and sentence, it means their options are relatively open for the time being to see how things develop both on and off screen. (If I’m wrong, just let me stay here please.)

I don’t have any fully-fledged theories yet, it’s a bit too soon for that! All I have at the mo are vague thoughts which aren’t that exciting… I’ve seen quite a bit of talk about “affair 2.0” but I have to admit I’m personally not interested in seeing that. Because 1) The drama and angst and intensity of the original affair just could never be emulated again, even by the very same and always amazing Ryan and Danny! 2) How would nobody pick up on it this time? 3) The whole point of everything that happened in 2017 and the creation of “Robron 2.0” was that their marriage has been built on far more solid foundations than those forged during their affair, and I would hate for all the progress they made together to be taken backwards. 4) It is madness to me that anyone could even contemplate that if Aaron is with another dude (if ahem), that he wouldn’t just drop him as quick as Alex the incompetent doc in that club. Regardless of whether he was prepared to take Robert back or not, if the love of his life has returned, I just don’t see any potential new guy sticking around. (Unless there’s a plot.) (I also say all of this in the hope that no new guy becomes serious or long-term.)

I’d like the reunion 3.0 to be dramatic and angsty, but at the same time I want it to be true to Robron and where they were in their life together before they were torn apart. I don’t know that I can really form any theories on what I expect to happen so soon after Robert’s gone (I love that he’s been gone a week and all we can all talk about is when he comes back haha), but I can offer you a vision of what I personally would quite like..? :P

So I have no clue on the timescale - I guess that depends on Ryan! :P I always thought Vic would be the natural choice (for the show, not me haha) to bring Robert home, but then @nooneelsecomesclose17’s post put the image of Jimmy greeting Robert outside that prison in my head and now I can’t unsee it (nor would I want to, it’s genius). So I’ve decided to tie that image to a long-held dream of mine…

So in this dream Aaron will have signed the divorce papers once he’s finished spiralling because we need wedding 3.0 obviously, but in his heart he still won’t have given up on being reunited with Robert some day. So I’d like him to spend much of the time Robert’s locked up doing things which remind him of Robert and help him feel closer to him - things like ripping people off, scamming them and trying to get his hands on Home Farm. Because my old dream which I think I’ve covered before (although probably just in my tags haha) was for Robron and the Kings to own Home Farm together; for it to become the hub of Home James once more, for the sheer comedy of having these two power couples and their chaotic families getting under each others’ feet, making it more relevant to the rest of the village than the house on the hill with its panto villains, and for it to actually become a home. So in terms of this new dream, I would have Aaron and Jimmy team up on this endeavour - and they’re actually the only ones left from that original portacabin quartet! So Aaron because he needs a goal and a focus and if it’s one in which he feels more connected to Robert then even better, and Jimmy because Nicola is always going to be up for improving their lot. I also quite like the idea of Aaron being able to do what Robert never could, and I have no idea who will be at Home Farm x amount of years down the line but if it was still the Tates (although could we at least get rid of Kim + co. and bring back Joe instead?) then I would be delighted to see the Kings take it all from them once more! :P

So I would have Aaron and Jimmy very close to achieving their goal by the time Robert is about to be released. And because Robert still hasn’t had any contact with his family and is nervous about how they’ll feel towards him, who does he contact? Jimmy! And Jimmy of course is a great oaf and would immediately let it slip to Aaron. And regardless of what’s passed, I think Aaron would have some understanding and empathy of how daunting and overwhelming it would be for Robert to return to the village after so long of complete isolation, from the world and from the people who are his world… So he and Jimmy would hatch a plan…

Cue Jimmy driving Robert back to the village, chewing his ear off or “pecking his head”, when they suddenly happen to “break down” in the lay-by… Robert would get out of the car to get away from Jimmy’s incessant talking and because it’s obviously a small confined space, but then he would realise where they actually were and become overwhelmed by that too - and since this is my dream world, they would treat us to another little montage of memories to come full circle from that too! :P Meanwhile, Jimmy would be “phoning for a mechanic” before joining Robert outside because he might be an oaf, but he cares… And then much quicker than it should be, Aaron of course turns up. So then he would step out of the car and we would get the delightful combination of intense Robron eye contact and a very obviously awkward Jimmy… And because it’s still my favourite thing, I would like a wordless embrace with alllll the emotions similar to when Aaron was released. At which point Jimmy would clumsily make himself scarce and drive off (in the vehicle which very obviously had not broken down, bless).

So then we’d be left with an awkward, tense Robron because neither of them know what happens next, only how good it feels to be even breathing the same air again… Perhaps at this stage Aaron would be in some kind of relationship (because he tried to convince himself he had to “move on” and because I might be able to accept it for a few weeks if I have the guarantee that Robert’s on his way home already :P), so we’d obviously get a conversation with a lot of callbacks and then Aaron would just dump that chestnut in there and we’d get something along the lines of; R: So why are you still here? A: You know. [But Robert doesn’t respond. Unsure of what Aaron is saying, he waits.] A: Because I love you, that’s why. I never stopped. And they can both be emotional, not knowing the next step, so Aaron could fill the silence with some quip about also needing to give Robert a lift home now Jimmy’s gone which Rob, bless him, wouldn’t even have noticed. And then Robert and I would both be left pondering what exactly Aaron means by “home”. But on the journey home, Robert will find his watch in the car (yeah, I’m really going with that old theme and sentiment of the cars here!)…

Beyond that I would have Aaron finish with this new dude and then for him to have a proper conversation with Robert about where they stand, once Robert’s started adjusting to the outside world again. And in this conversation we’d see that they’ve both been hardened by everything that’s happened since Robert went away, that Robert in particular has some issues he needs to work through before they even contemplate what the future might look like for them, but I’d want Aaron to tell Robert that line “I’ll wait for you. ‘Til you’re ready.“  And then I’d like them to embark on friendship…3.0?…with Aaron being supportive to Robert and helping him through the process of adjusting back into normality after x years of total isolation on that island. (The phrase "no man is an island” would definitely come into play with all of this, especially with Robert having cut all lines of communication.) And gradually they’d grow closer, and I’d be reliving the good old days of “It’s going to happen soon! It has to happen soon!” :P Meanwhile, Aaron and Jimmy would have one last big job to do to have the means to get Home Farm and naturally Aaron would have told Robert all about the scheme. So Robert would want in on this last stretch but Aaron would put his foot down, reminding Robert that if it all went wrong he’d end up back inside. But if Aaron’s getting mixed up with dodgy people and risking his life, there is absolutely no way Robert is going to listen to that of course. So he gets involved and the two of them help Jimmy escape before they themselves get stuck in some life-and-death situation and acknowledge that they absolutely cannot live without each other ever again. They both live, the dodgy people either get carted off to jail or die by their own ends (I have no specifics on the deadly situation, you know), and we get settled for wedding 3.0 and years more of Robron…

This is a ramble which serves absolutely no purpose except to distract me from the current Robert-less situation, so if you actually committed to reading all of this, I’m sorry haha!

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Move On Dragons Ch1

(This is gonna be hella long so chapters. :P)

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"Alright. The Oni are old news. Maybe we can finally do some sight seeing?" Jay asked, resting his hand on his jaw, completely bored.

Ever since the defeat of the Oni 3 whole days ago, they've been doing nothing but damage control. Not all them though. They had to stay at the Monastery while Kai, Lloyd and the other dragons went out and about. They all seemed oddly serious after the first day but even now being able to speak like them and understand them didn't get them involved. Sure the mountain was pretty amazing on its own but there's only so many times they can go hiking along the height of it before they grew sick of it.

"Don't get your hopes up. Things are still a little tense around here." Nya says with a shrug, laying on her back and cloud watching, eyes occasionally drifting to the planet's rings and moons, still visible in the light of day.

"Nya is correct. If the dragons have reason to be tense still then we shouldn't relax either." Zane told them, resisting the urge to listen in on a group of very anxious dragons speaking to each other in low tones.

"I'm more curious how we can understand them though. We haven't been here for as long as Kai." Cole says with a contemplating look.

"I have a theory for that." Zane says, focusing on Cole. "Logic doesn't quite work the same here so it is safest to assume that it is due to our powers were merged with the other dragons' for some time. I feel our powers have drawn from the draconic ways during. We can't say for sure if they can speak like us now however. Not without asking and at the moment, interruption is not a good idea." He says, looking across at the brooding Smoke and Shadow dragons.

"Huh. The more you know." Nya says intrigued.

"That's cool and all but th- ow!" Jay yelped then stuck his now bleeding tongue out.

"I think that's a safe sign for you to shut up." Cole chuckled and Jay pouted as they laughed at him.

Meanwhile, Kai and Oni Lloyd looked back at them hearing their conversation, the first half sending a feeling of guilt through them both. They've been so busy with the dragons, they accidentally left their friends in the dark… Again. They shared a look, no words passing between them, their expressions saying it all. Kai sighed, looking troubled before he nodded. They both took a short lope over on all fours, stopping before the group.

"So. Bad news." Kai says once he had their attention, his long scaled tail flickering anxiously. "The Oni may be gone but the damage they left behind still lingers." He told them and they looked confused.

"What kind of damage? The crater?" Cole asked, puzzled.

"The crater is not even a problem to begin with." Lloyd spoke up, sitting on his haunches. "The clouds they spread out almost globally is the problem. It might be gone but it had been there a while." He explained, tapping a claw against the rock that made up the mountain beneath them.

"Two months or so." Kai clarified. "The wildlife here couldn't handle it, the lack of sunlight combined with the heavily reduced oxygen levels… Well, that leaves us with over 80% of both flora and fauna perishing." He says and they all gasped.

"Holy heck! That's- that's mass extinction, isn't it?!" Jay asked, looking to Zane.

"Correct." The Nindroid confirmed but frowned. "But if that is the case then-"

'We can't live here anymore.' They looked up to Morro who padded over with Lloyd and the others. 'At least, not for long.' That last bit was hushed.

'It would take years for Nindrago to recover from this. Years we don't have. At the rate of how things are going… We're on the brink of extinction as well.' Dragon Zane says solemnly. 'All of our major food sources have dried up already. The rainbow fish from the underground river ran dry today. What we've gathered is hardly enough to feed us as is.' He continued and the ninja looked horrified.

'Our future… Looks very bleak.' Dragon Lloyd says quietly.

'W-we can't just sit back and let that happen!' Jay yelled, getting to his feet. 'There has to be some way to fix things!' He says determinedly, the others agreeing as they stood.

'Unless you can magically reverse the damage the Oni left behind, there's nothing to do.' Morro growled, glaring at Jay.

'Take it easy Morro.' Kai says, reaching out to stroke his closest leg comfortingly. 'There has to be a way. And we'll find it.' He says, looking up at him, eyes blazing in determination.

Morro wanted to say otherwise, to put out that foolish hope they all had. But.. The truth of it all is that he was hopeful too. In his eyes, Kai can do anything. Surely he could help them with this too.

'If only we could live in your world instead…' Dragon Jay huffed sadly.

They all snapped their heads up at that.

'That's it!' Human Nya gasped. 'They could live with us!' She grinned.

'Yeah! And since time runs slower there than here, they could always go back after a few years have passed here!' Human Cole agreed.

'Is it even possible? I mean, it's all of us this time, not just a few. That's a little over a hundred dragons. Can your world handle so many of us?' Dragon Lloyd asked seriously, wanting to hope this was the solution but not wanting to pressure their world with their presence.

'Ninjago is large and admittedly mostly empty. Most of the population resides in New Ninjago city. Otherwise, it's scattered villages and small towns. My estimate indicates we would have enough resources to hold the entire population for a very long time. That is, if there isn't a population bloom.' Zane was quick to calculate, his robotic eyes glowing even more as he ran the estimates.

'No need to worry about that. We dragons live for a very long time. Mating is only once every 200 solar cycles. We are only 14 in.' Blaze reassured them.

'So it's possible?! Are we really doing it?!' Dragon Cole asked excitedly.

'Hold on, I should let my dad know first.' Dragon Lloyd pointed out.

'And we should probably talk to Sensei Wu about this too.' Oni Lloyd added.

'Then we'll pop back into our world real quick and grab Sensei to discuss here.' Kai says, pulling out the Dimensional Crystal.

'We'll see you in a bit.' Dragon Lloyd says, walking over to nuzzle Kai.

'Don't worry, we'll sort this out.' Kai says softly, reaching out to pat Morro's snout once he came closer.

'I don't doubt.' Morro huffed, pressing his snout into Kai's hand for a moment then stepped back.

Kai grinned at them then stepped back a bit.

He then held the Crystal up, watching it glow before opening a portal back to their Monastery.

"Let's go!" Cole says, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "The quicker we do this, the better." He says and the other ninja nodded.

They hopped through with all of their supplies, landing out in the training yard of their Monastery.

"Ok, let's find and grab Sensei Wu." Kai told them and they nodded, rushing in and dropping their bags at the door.

"Sensei!" Nya called out, looking around for him.

"Oh? Back so soon-"

"Sorry Sensei, no time for talking here." Zane says, taking him by the hand as Kai held up the crystal again.

"Wait, I-"

"We can talk later. In you go." Kai says, going in before them as a precaution before Cole and Zane all but carried Wu through.

The other ninja followed with Lloyd taking a last glance around before hopping through, the portal that vanished immediately after. The Sensei blinked once he arrived in the draconic world, awed at the large Monastery they had. 

"Ok, so here's the deal Sensei." Jay began to explain. "The Oni are dealt with thanks to reverse rules here but the Oni messed up basically the whole planet." He says, surprising Wu.

"The cloud over blocked the sun for an extended time period that also included drastically reduced oxygen emissions inside the cloud." Zane took over. "This lead to a mass extinction of both fauna and flora life. The Dragons are already low on food right now and the only way to save them all-"

"Is by letting them come with us to Ninjago to stay." Lloyd told him, watching their Sensei frown.

"Zane's already run the numbers. They can all live with us in Ninjago while this place recovers. It won't impact Ninjago too much, aside from a little over 100 dragons living there. They'll stay away from cities and villages!" Nya added.

"And even then, they still have a lot of space to roam! Lots of food too!" Cole piped in.

"Their world, Nindrago only needs a few years to recover. In about two months in our world, 5 years would have passed here. By then we could start checking to see how things are going." Kai added and they all looked to Wu, trying to will him to say yes with the force of their collective puppy eyes.

"... I see. The situation does indeed seem dire." Wu spoke up, stroking his beard as all 6 of his students awaited his decision. "But perhaps it would be wise to discuss this with the dragon elders before hastily deciding." He says and the team grinned but their grins quickly fell as they noticed their Sensei's clothes moving unnaturally, as if something was crawling up to his neck. 

"Uh, Sensei… What's-" Before Jay could finish his sentence, a small head popped up from his collar. 

They all stared at the charcoal serpentine head that peered out from their Sensei's collar, the shiny red slotted eyes looking at them curiously. The eyes then locked onto Lloyd before the creature gave an excited chirp, launching out of Wu's clothes despite him trying to catch and stop him. The small- dragon they could now see it was- landed painfully on its back but that didn't stop the wingless dragon from skittering towards Lloyd and climbing up him quickly, coiling its small, lean body around his neck, rubbing against his cheek with happy purrs.

They all stared at the dragon that was quite cuddly with Lloyd then back at their Sensei who cleared his throat.

"That was what I had tried informing you of. But right now, we have more important matters to attend to." Wu says, gesturing for them to lead the way.

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(Sorry for the constant updates. I'm just feeling all over the place. Hyper mentally yet unable to properly focus on one thing. Anyway that aside, them! I got that smol dragon idea from the Whip City Discord but I'm not about to push out any spoilers! I just,,, got an amazing idea for Jay,,,, *excitement noises here* I'll try to make chapters longer from now on. I hope this isn't too annoying. Thanks for reading!)

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To Learn And To Grow

You’re Not Alone-Chapter 3

Series Summary: You didn’t have the easiest life, after losing your family you escaped everything you knew and went on the run. You were young and alone, until you meet the Winchesters, a long overdue meeting. Now together the three of you will face adventure, horror, romance and suspense. The Winchesters become your lifeline, and you become theirs. But you have no idea what kind of adventures you’re really in for.

Word Count/ 1520

Warnings/ Slight violence, a bit of angst

Chapter Summary/ Now that you’re with the Winchesters you have to know how to fight, guess who teaches you?

A/N/  Okie dokie! We’re getting things moving which is exciting for me. This series and this particular reader character is one I’ve been sitting on since getting into Supernatural a few months ago, but I absolutely adore her and I hope you guys do as well. Remember my tag list is wide open for whoever wants in! Special thanks to Amanda for being my awesome Beta! Love you! @amanda-teaches

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Three days.

You had been with the Winchesters for three days. After you had been cleared of all guilt related to starting the fire, the boys had brought you along with them to their next hunt, trying to get a handle on who you were and how you had visions of them.

You had spent four hours explaining it to them, Sam understanding it pretty quickly, but unfortunately, for about three hours and forty minutes, it was literally you explaining your visions to Dean.

You left out the part about your feelings for him, how you felt when you first saw him, how you fell in love with him during the visions, and how you thought you had gotten to know the both of them.

Sam was pretty much what you had perceived in your visions; he was calm, huggable, sweet, and human. He was always on the side of humanity.

Not that Dean wasn’t, but Dean seemed more…willing to get things done, no matter what the cost. It almost hurt you, but it also made you understand the looks in their eyes. Dean had more of a carefree attitude that irritated you, but you still couldn’t help but love the man.

THWACK!

Dean Winchester nailed you right in the nose.

You frowned and looked up at him.

“Uhm, ouch,” you said as you checked for blood, irritated to find some there.

“I told you to duck like, three times,” Dean defended himself, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing a knife as you rolled your eyes.

“Well excuse me, I guess I didn’t hear you after that blow to my ear you did yesterday,” you argued, moving away from the table in the small motel room you were currently staying in.

You walked to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it, before walking back out to Dean. “If this starts to flow, you’re getting me the ice,” you informed him as he looked up at you.

You tried not to drool as you discreetly examined him. He had left his button up off, wearing just a gray t shirt with blue jeans. Even his boots were off right now and he was in socks.

“Oh please, you wouldn’t be able to see straight if I hit you like I meant it,” he said. “Besides, it’s like I told you, you stick with us, you gotta know how to fight.” He offered a smart elec smile that made you wanna slap him and hug him at the same time, wondering which would wipe it off his face quicker.

Yesterday, Dean had taken it upon himself to help you learn self defense, to make sure you knew how to take care of yourself. You had no idea what brought it on, obviously you knew how to take care of yourself, otherwise you would’ve likely have been dead years before running into him.

“I know how to fight,” you retorted to the man, sitting down and leaning your head back.

Dean raised his brows to you.

“I hate to disappoint you sweetheart, but no, you don’t. Knowing to stick ‘em with the pointy end ain’t fighting, it’s common sense,” he informed you, taking your small kitchen knife, the blade dull and somewhat rusted.

“And this thing definitely won’t protect you. How have you survived with nothing but a pig sticker like this?” he demanded, turning to study it as you shrugged.

“Good luck?” you offered, stretching out, nudging him in the back with your foot. “You’re in my foot space,” you informed him, smirking slightly as he rolled his eyes. He moved over to the other side of the bed and you were more than slightly grateful that he didn’t make the point that he paid for this separate room for you in the first place.

In such a short amount of time, Dean had already proven himself to be pretty damn great. After you were cleared and set free, he took you to a local shopping mart and bought you some new clothes, since you only had one outfit, it was dirty, and it smelled like ass.

After that, Dean started teaching you about self defense. Sure he landed a couple punches, but that was mostly you getting distracted, from what you could tell, he seemed to genuinely believe that you would dodge both hits.

So far, training wasn’t going well, but Dean was surprisingly patient with you, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the man for it. It made you love him even more, but it also made you ache, having him so close but not being able to share your feelings, not being able to have him truly close the way you wanted him.

Your nose hadn’t taken long to stop bleeding, and you were grateful for that. You set the wash cloth on the bedside table, sitting up and crawling to lay on your stomach casually as you looked out the window.

“So, I’m curious about something. Why are you trusting me?” you asked cautiously as Dean tried to sharpen your dull blade. The man shrugged carelessly, looking down at you.

“Who says we are?” he asked, leaving you to give him a knowing glance.

“You buy me clothes, food, and my own motel room. You teach me how to fight and keep sharp weapons in my reach,” you pointed out. “That’s either trusting, or being stupid, and I don’t think you’re stupid.”

Dean let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Well, new clothes, you stank, food, you’re useless to us starving, and this room, well, that’s just because I’m a gentleman,” he said softly, a bit of sarcasm in his voice. “As for the fighting, I’ve seen your self defense, I’m pretty sure you aren’t a threat,” he informed you, standing up.

“How do you know I’m not acting? I could be faking it, pretending to be awful at fighting.”

Dean shook his head. “If you really knew how to fight, your instinct would automatically be to protect yourself. I wouldn’t have landed either hit if you actually knew how to fight.”

Dean had a point. Part of you almost wished you knew how to fight, just to prove him wrong, but that would just lead him not to trust you. That, and it would mean your sessions would stop. It’d only been a couple days, but you enjoyed the time with Dean. He was almost… nurturing.

He was slow and cautious with you, almost hesitant to make a move for fear of hurting you. But you both knew in the long run, a little pain now could save you a lot of pain in the future. Sure, Dean could land some good hits, but taking a few hits now and learning to deflect them was nothing compared to anything that might happen to you later on, if you happened to be fighting someone who actually wanted you hurt.

“Well… you’re not wrong,” you sighed, rolling onto your back so you could stand from the bed. “C’mon. Let’s get back to it.” You stretched slightly.

“Okay, remember to dodge this one,” he said, obviously pretty impatient with you. He had a glint in his eyes though. It was… amusement. He was having fun, enjoying himself. Spending time with you made him happy.

He swung unexpectedly and you dodged, falling on your ass and looking up at him as he extended a hand to you.

“It’s hardly even been two days,” he reminded you. “Come on, I know you’ll get better.”

You took his hand gratefully as his strength pulled you to your feet quickly. He placed a hand on your shoulder with a charming smirk on his face. “You dodged,” he reminded, that having been the point of today’s lesson.

You smiled with pride at the knowledge. It was slow going, but you were getting there, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

After about another hour of you still pretty much getting knocked around by the large man, he had deemed you brain damaged and called it a day as Sam brought food in for the three of you to rest and eat.

It had only been three days.

Day one, you met the Winchesters. They weren’t what you expected, but in a good way. They were a surprise. They were hard and stoic at first, uneasy almost.

Day two, they began to accept you. It was like they read you, could see that you were being honest with them, and, in return, they both relaxed with you somewhat.

Day three, you got battered and punched, just like you had when Dean started teaching you the day before, but today was different. Today was better. You had learned things about Dean without even really having to speak. You had seen humor and amusement in his green eyes, you had seen his cocky smirk, his gentle urging, his calm dominance in a way, and you could see how much he really did care.

Three days you had known the Winchester boys, but there was so much more to come.

And you were ready.

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Dancing Through Life (10/?)

Title: Dancing Through Life

Pairing: Aaron Dingle/Robert Sugden

Rating: M

Warnings (New warnings in italics): Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Non-Graphic Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Panic Attack(s), Coming Out

Summary:  Two boys, stuck in a small village in the Yorkshire Dales, until they found their unlikely way out, through ballet and each other.

A/N:  I am so sorry for leaving this so long. I kinda got distracted by writing dryan fic (pls go read them if you're into dryan fic and you haven't already) and just really struggled with writing this fic in general. So yeah sorry for the 2 month wait on updates. I hope I will get another chapter up quicker this time, but once again nothing is written for it yet so it might still be a while, though hopefully shorter than this time around.Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter, turns out I actually had quite a bit of it written for ages already, oops.

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(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9)

Chapter 10: 

Robert is walking towards the cafeteria for his lunch – Saturdays having a later start meaning he doesn’t have time to go out for lunch like usual- when he hears it. There’s music coming from one of the smaller dance studios, but not the piano music he’s used to hearing come from all directions, no it sounds like it’s coming from a phone, something with actual lyrics. Curiosity piqued he walks over to the door that’s slightly opened and looks inside. What he finds is not what he was expecting. A sole figure is dancing to the music. Aaron.

Aaron seems to be lost in the music, moving to it easily. It’s mesmerizing, seeing him dance so freely, movements not perfectly measured out like in performances, but by no means sloppy. Robert slips into the dance studio and let’s himself sink down to the floor quietly, but Aaron doesn’t seem to notice him anyway, looking right through him as he turns to be faced towards Robert. Robert looks at the other man in awe, his muscles flexing with every new move and beads of sweat are glistening on his skin, but it’s the way he’s dancing that really amazes Robert. He doesn’t recognise the song that’s coming from the phone that’s lying on the ground in front of the mirrored wall, but Aaron’s dancing translates the emotion in the song perfectly.

The song ends and the room is engulfed in silence for a few seconds until the phone switches onto the next song before Aaron can turn it off. It’s then that he notices Robert sat on the floor mere centimetres from the door.

“Robert?”

“Wow, that was amazing.”

“What are you doing here Robert?” Aaron asked, ignoring Robert’s compliment.

Robert shakes himself from the lingering feeling of awe and focusses on what Aaron is asking. “Was on my way to lunch when I heard music. I couldn’t stop staring when I noticed it was you, sorry.”

“’s fine,” Aaron mumbled, his already flushed face not able to hide the blush that seems to creep up at Robert’s words.

“Where did that come from?” Robert asked, he’d never seen the younger man dance like that. Sure he always danced amazing, but he seemed so free, not worried about making mistakes or getting the timing perfect.

“Just needed to get out of my head, dancing helps,” Aaron mumbled again, trying to shrug it off, but Robert wouldn’t let him this time.

“Why’d you need to get out of your head?” He was trying to make an effort, get to know Aaron and maybe build this tentative friendship they had, into something more.

Aaron shrugged but wouldn’t meet Robert’s eye anymore and the penny dropped. It was him, Robert was the thing that was bothering Aaron.

“Me?” he questioned.      

Aaron stayed quiet, eyes still firmly fixed onto the studio floor. He looked so small all of a sudden, shoulders hunched up defensively. Robert reached out slowly and gently placed his hand on Aaron’s chin, making sure Aaron was looking at him as he spoke next.

“Come on Aaron, I can’t help if I don’t know what’s bothering you. I want to help.”

Aaron’s eyes flicked over his face, emotion swirling in them. He was biting at his bottom lip nervously before he opened his mouth as if to speak, but it wasn’t words that came out because before he knew it Robert felt lips press against his. He kissed back for a second, couldn’t not, but he knew he had to stop it, knew this wouldn’t help the situation, would only further complicate things.  

He pulled back with a sigh, “Wait.”

“See this is what I mean,” Aaron said frowning.

And before Robert even had time to process what Aaron meant by that, Aaron had pulled away and grabbed his bag and phone from the floor making his way towards the exit.

“What? Aaron wait!” Robert called out after the younger man. But Aaron just kept walking, now making his way through the long corridor towards he locker rooms.

“Aaron! Aaron come on! Aaron!” Robert called out again, now running after Aaron.

The locker room door slammed in his face, but he burst right in anyway adamant to finally talk to Aaron and get this mess sorted out.

“Don’t walk away from me!”

“Feels shit doesn’t it?!” Aaron bellowed back.

“What?”

“Feels shit getting shut out doesn’t it? Getting walked away from? Now you know how I’ve felt the last couple of weeks Robert, because all you seem to be able to do is walk away.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on Robert, don’t be daft. You kissed me, not me, you and then you immediately backed off, saying you can’t do this, when it was you that started it.”

“Well-”

“No, don’t. I’m trying to explain, give you that explanation you so dearly wanted from me, right?” Aaron said frustration clear on his face, so Robert backed off holding up his hands for him to continue. “And then in the pub you’re right back at it again, playing right along with this little game we were playing. That wasn’t backing off Robert, you were clearly into it just as much otherwise you wouldn’t have followed me into the bogs, would’ve stayed with your friend or left for another pub, but you didn’t. And then I don’t hear from you again.”

Aaron huffed out a breath, eyes flicking across Robert’s face as if to gauge his reaction. It doesn’t feel like he’s done yet though, so Robert keeps quiet, lets him gather his thoughts and get it all out. They’d been heading towards this for a long time now, needed to clear the air and get both of their intentions straight.

After a minute of silence that seemed to stretch for ages Aaron finally speaks up again.

“Right, so then back at work you ignore the hell out of me, so I think well I guess nothing’s going to happen. And like okay that sucked, but it happens ya know. But then there you go again, on the day before opening night of all days. And then it’s right back to ignoring me the next day.”

Robert tries to speak up then, because he wasn’t ignoring Aaron, not really he was just trying to focus on the premier of the show.

“I know, I know you were just trying to focus on the show. I know, so was I, but still that was opening day, you didn’t bring it back up after that either. And then we go out with Vic and Adam. And we had fun, right?” Robert nods. “And then you kiss me, right in front of them. So I just don’t know what to do with you anymore, you’re hot one minute than cold the next. And now you’re right back to cold again it seems,” Aaron said with a frustrated groan.

“Aaron no, no that wasn’t why I pulled away just now.”

Aaron looks up at him unsure, “Why then?”

“Aaron, ugh, we’ve made a right mess of things haven’t we. God Aaron, I want you okay, I really do, but we’ve been doing this all backwards. And I just… I just want this to be more than a fling that will ruin our friendship afterwards. Everything’s been going so fast, I just want to give this, us, a proper go. Take you out on a date, get to really know ya, see if there’s more than just the physical to this. And I’m sorry I’ve made you feel like I was stringing you along this whole time, I know it must’ve felt shit, but I wanted to be sure. And I think I am now,” Robert said wistfully.

A number of emotions crossed Aaron’s face as Robert talked. Confusion, hope, relieve and back to hope.

“So, was that you asking me out on a date then?” Aaron said cheekily, eyes glinting playfully.  

Robert chuckled. “Guess I am. What about tomorrow around 7? I know just the place, I’ll come pick you up,” he said with a hopeful look on his face. He meant what he said to Aaron, he really just wanted to give them a proper go.  

“Seven sounds alright. Do I get any hints on where we’re going? Any dress code?”

“Nope. And something smart casual will be fine, don’t worry about it I have come to know you over the last couple of weeks.”

“You calling me a slob?”

Robert shook his head with a fond smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow at 7.”

 ---

 He’s fidgeting with the buttons of his coat as he waits for Aaron to open the door. He had stopped himself from standing in front of the house without ringing the doorbell, pressing the button before any doubts could settle in. Now though he was starting to worry he’d pressed the wrong button, was in front of the wrong house altogether or if Aaron had stood him up, because the door was still firmly closed. He’s about to press the button to ring again when the door is pulled open. It’s not Aaron though. Adam is grinning at him, giving him a once over without saying anything.

“Uhm?” Robert said.

“Aaron! Robert’s here!” Adam bellows up the stairs.

He hears a door slam closed before heavy steps can be heard thundering down the stairs. “I told you I’d get it Ads.”

“You were taking ages though, can’t have him standing outside in the cold now, can we?” Adam said, grin still plastered on his face. But Robert’s gaze is quickly diverted from the smiling man as Aaron reaches the end of the stairs. He can’t help the way his jaw drops at the sight of him. He’s wearing a red jumper, paired with a burgundy jacket, a pair of dark jeans and brown leather boots. His hair is styled with just a little bit of product to leave him with a mop of beautifully shiny curls and his beard is trimmed slightly. He looks stunning and no one should blame Robert when he zones out of the conversation Adam and Aaron seem to be having.

“You look amazing.” The words leave his mouth before he can stop them. Aaron grins over at him, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket as he takes Robert in. He hears Adam mutter something about taking forever as he walks away, but he ignores the other man’s retreating form in favour of Aaron.

“So do you,” Aaron muttered back, eyes still lingering on the bit of Robert’s skin that was visible under the open collar of his long coat.

“You ready to go then?”

Aaron patted his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and keys before nodding his assent.

He hears the cabbie mutter something about them taking forever, but ignores him as they settle into the back of the cab. As both of them lived in the middle of London neither of them had their own car. He could have walked over to Aaron and Adam’s house, but the restaurant he had decided to take Aaron to was quite far from either of their houses and he didn’t want to have to wait on a cab.

“So where are you taking me to?” Aaron asked as the car pulled away from the curb.

“You do know how surprises work right,” Robert grinned back at him. He had given the cabbie the address of the restaurant before they had gotten to Aaron’s to avoid the other man finding out where they were going. He had found a steakhouse that was just fancy enough for a date, but not too fancy to put Aaron off.

The restaurant was about a 15 minute drive away, just on the edge of Hyde park and they fell into an easy conversation as they drove there. Aaron was complaining about Adam trying to give him shit advice for their date and that he would only stop if Aaron asked Robert about what Victoria had said about him. Adam clearly already smitten with Robert’s sister after only spending a few hours with her.

He told Aaron that Victoria hadn’t been able to stop gushing about Adam either and that she regretted not giving Adam her number. So that’s how he ended up rattling off Victoria’s number to Aaron so that he could text it to Adam whilst they were driving to the restaurant. Maybe it gave his sister even more reason to move to London and start that culinary course she had been thinking about for years now.

Time seemed to fly by because before they knew it the cab pulled over in front of the restaurant. Grosvener House spelled out in big letters at the front of the building.

“You’re not actually expecting me to stay in a hotel with you on our first date right?” Aaron said jokingly.

“No, just the restaurant. I wouldn’t just presume, even when we’ve already done… stuff,” Robert said gesturing vaguely. “I hope you like steak though, because we’re going to the JW Steakhouse that’s also here.”

“Love it.”

 ---

 As they entered the restaurant a blonde woman offered to take their coats after Robert had given her his name. He wasn’t prepared for what Robert was hiding under his coat. His coat already looked amazing, but as the rest of his outfit was revealed Aaron had to put serious effort into not letting his jaw drop. Robert was wearing tight dark wash jeans that did wonders for him, showing off his arse nicely. A pale pink dress shirt that fit him perfectly was tucked into them tightly and paired with a navy tie. It was understated, but looked stunning on Robert. He’d only ever seen Robert in casual sportswear and a smart suit on their opening night, but this was the perfect middle ground.  

Aaron looked around the restaurant in awe as a waiter lead them towards their table. Over the years at the Royal Ballet he had been invited to some really fancy restaurants, but this was something else. It wasn’t that it was overly fancy, like he may have expected from Robert. No it was just the right amount of fancy, elegant but not gaudy. As they were lead towards their table he noticed the big blackboard that spanned the entire left hand wall of the restaurant, the menu printed on it in bold white letters. And another wall showed off an extensive selection of liquor.

He gulped slightly at the prices of the steaks as they were handed their menus, debating whether he should just go for a cheaper burger instead, but Robert was quick to tell him to pick whatever he wanted no matter the cost. He tried to argue, but the other man seemed adamant to pay for tonight’s meal. ‘I asked you out Aaron, I’ll pay.’ Robert told him, effectively closing the discussion.  

The restaurant was bustling with noise as almost every table was booked, with some other people still waiting at the bar. Their drinks were placed in front of them quickly. Aaron had pulled a face at Robert suggestion of some special wine, so a pint of beer was set in front of him instead, while Robert got a glass of his wine instead of a bottle to share.

Conversation flowed easily between them. They laugh about the horrible teachers they had both had at the Royal Ballet School, most of Robert’s teachers had still been there when Aaron was in school. Robert talks about his time in Paris when Aaron asks about it, because while he is happy at the Royal Ballet it’s interesting to hear about Robert’s experience at another company.

Robert seems reluctant to talk about his family, he mostly talks about Victoria, though he does mention his adoptive brother and step-mum. He really hasn’t been back home for a long time though, as he barely seems to know anything about them, only having found out about his step-mum after his father had died. Robert’s backstory is intriguing, but he seems to keep it locked away tightly so Aaron is already happy with what he knows.

They talk about his family as well, how most of them are still in Emmerdale though his mum swears there’s family in Ireland as well. He’s never been there so he just has to take her word for it. He tells Robert about how he tries to go back to Emmerdale whenever big family events are happening. How he had feared throwing up on the train back home two days after his cousins wedding, because he had drank so much.

Time seems to fly as the chat and indulge in the delicious food that is brought out and Aaron can’t seem to stop smiling. It’s nice, nice to be out on a date again. He hadn’t really been on a date since Brian, the few hook-ups he had had not involving any dating. So yes this is nice, he thinks to himself as he listens to Robert go on about something or other.  

 ---

 “Why did you think this was a good idea? It’s March, it’s still freezing outside and you expected an ice cream shop to be open?”

“I was trying to be romantic and spontaneous and we still got ice cream!” Robert exclaimed.

“Yeah from a freaking gas station, you’re lucky I like Cornetto’s,” Aaron laughed as he licked at his ice cream. They had decided to walk through Hyde Park as they ate their desserts, foregoing a dessert at the restaurant in favour of a treat from an ice cream shop might not have been Robert’s smartest decision, but walking through the park together was nice.

There were still quite a few people in the park, despite the late hour and cold, but then this was London and there were always people milling about. Their shoulders bumped into each other as they walked, both of them having moved closer to the other as they walked.

“You’ve got a little…” Robert gestured at Aaron’s chin where a smudge of chocolate sat. He knew it was a cliché rom-com move but when Aaron wiping at his chin didn’t remove the smudge he leaned in to get it. “Let me get it for ya,” he whispered as he went to wipe at the smudge with his thumb. He heard Aaron’s breath catch as he softly wiped at his chin. Their eyes met and the rest of the world seemed to fall away as he lost himself in Aaron’s eyes and before he knew it he was leaning in, pressing his lips against Aaron’s. Aaron let out a little whimper before he was kissing back with fervour.

He let out a hiss as Aaron’s ice cold hands found his neck, fingers digging into the back of his head as he pulled him in closer. His lips were warm and soft though, and his tongue was a hot wetness as it swiped over Robert’s lips. His mouth fell open on a gasp, his own tongue soon connecting with Aaron’s.

They kissed for a long time, cold noses warming up as they rubbed against each other. But they were pulled out of their trance as someone loudly huffed at them to get out of the pathway. The broke apart, foreheads resting against each other as they grinned at each other, the stranger giving up on them and moving around them through the grass with another loud huff. Neither of them could keep in the laughs that fell from their lips as the rest of the world come back into focus. The rhythmic fall of feet as a runner walked by them, the laughter coming from a group of teenagers further down the path, the rush of cars in the distance.

“Let’s get warmed up,” Robert said as he grabbed Aaron’s hand, pulling him towards the parks exit to hail a cab. A cab back to his place, because he definitely wasn’t ready to let go of Aaron just yet.    

[brocolirose]

I have lost sleep.

So to speak. When I fall asleep, I’m a log for at least 8 hours. Such a waste of life. (Look at me, being an angsty teenager at age 27. That’s what 4:30AM sleep-deprived cynicism looks like.) But this pattern of not going to sleep before 4AM has been recurring very often in the past 2 or 3 weeks, and this time I mustered up the focus to write down those things that bug me, and those things that stress the fuck out of me. Hear Me Ramble.

One of the biggest challenges I face with journaling as an activity is choosing the medium. Putting pen to paper is the most satisfying, sensorially. Tracing the letters, forcing myself not to write in a jumble, whiting out mistakes and re-writing on top.... They’re the small, irreplaceable pleasures. Typing is a lot less about fine motor skills and less emotionally invested (at least in my case -- I put a lot of thought in the form and content of manuscript text) -- but it is much quicker, much cleaner, much more flexible, and above all easy to reference. I sometimes read my very old blog posts, and I wonder both at how much/little different I am from back then and at the fact I have actually journaled/blogged so little in the past 7 years. Where did my writing go ?

Well, to put it bluntly: it probably went in the sinkhole of Facebook comments, for the most part. I spent so much time fighting losing battles. Then you give up on Internet crusades when you burn out from the broken-record conversations. Anyway I don’t recall writing a lot more besides that and getting my college degree in Korean studies. Boy did I learn how to properly scratch paper in those 3 years. (Funny thing is: my laptop kinda broke down in the first year and needed to be constantly plugged in, so I couldn’t really bring it to campus and use it to take notes -- so I got really good at switching my color gel pens while scribbling.)

Anywho (I love this silly little word), writing used to be a way for me to process my feelings and thoughts, and somewhere along the way it just got dropped. There was also a time I took a lot of photos and went through the trouble of sorting my favorites, editing them and showing them (in my FB photos, ifyou’re looking for impressive). But one then the other vanished, mostly around the time I got a first boyfriend, and then when life became a busy whirlwind (to my standards -- I need a loooot of leisure time -- not having found my calling and whatnot). I’ve made a few feeble attempts at writing over the past year, to deal with my depression, in the context of therapy -- but I got hung up on the medium, and never could find consistency.

But fuck it. Pen and paper is a pain to carry around then review. Livejournal is as good as dead. So here I am, on my last long-standing blog. A kingdom of isolation, stranded on the far shores of.... well, Tumblr. Whatever that means.

(It’s a 5AM ramble now, woohoo!)

Oh I have a bit of that rice drink and matcha, let me drink that to quench my thirst. Yummy.

If you’re still reading this, wayward voyager, let me reward your patience now and tell you what has been stressing me out. See, I have been living and working full time in a different country than my own, living on my own (and then with a flatmate) for the first time in my life, making good money (considering the job), and getting a taste of adulthood I never had before. But this “time away” has not gone according to plan (life, duh) and shit started hitting the fan 6 months in. It’s been nearly 4 years since I realized I had nearly all the symptoms of chronic depression, and so far no doctor, therapist or counselor has contested this self-applied diagnosis (nor did they diagnose anything on top, which is a relief). But here in Cork I was suddenly forced to take care of it, and for the first time I had a proper network of support to guide me toward the help I needed. In Paris I never had the time or energy or interest to look up the help myself, and mom paid rent. Locked in a situation where I needed to provide for myself, but couldn’t carry out my work because of recurring breakdowns, and refusing to fold back onto my Paris mommy-shelter, I left myself few rescue routes: get better, or end it. You might have noticed I’m still here.

(or am I?)

Long story short, this year has really helped me tie up a few loose ends, and opened up the path to resolving other issues, instead of drawing a curtain on them.

- I mourned a friendship (or two); - I took responsibility for my feelings in general, and figured out the emotional hardships I was willing to tackle in a long-distance, polyamorous relationship (there have been many); - I started to really get the wisdoms of Buddhism and Stoicism, and it helped me keep a less dramatic outlook on life; - I Netflixed the months away, and caught up on a lot of shows I would have never seen otherwise. (honestly I don’t remember a fifth of it, and the remaining less-than-a-fifth is very unlikely to be useful in daily life or conversation, and I’m just not a TV-show-fangirl -- so we may bar this whole thing as a huge waste of time and money, but I’ll own this.) - I have never drawn so much in a very long time. I posted a lot of stuff on Instagram lately, relatively speaking. Paradoxically I got myself a new laptop in January to do more digital stuff, but ended up, over the last 6 months, filling out a drawing pad instead: twice bigger than the previous one, and filled twice faster. My brain’s a twat. Or maybe just my expectations are. Fuck me, whatever. - Now that I’m coming to grips with emotional hygiene, I’ll be able to start building some financial hygiene. Because I wasn’t able to save more than my ass’ skin and what it takes to keep it dry, warm, clean and peachy.

I’m also figuring out that instead of being a nice smart badass waiting for her chance in life, I am more of a wasteful cowardly fuckwit with delusions of grandeur -- while paradoxically knowing my life is shit, yes. (not top-grade never-getting-out-of-there shit, but still shit. Entry-level shit, if you will.) But I used to think that I deserved better and just didn’t get the starting boost I thought I had deserved by virtue of being born with whatever beautiful brain I thought I had been endowed with.

Truth is: although I’m human and thus inherently flawed, so far I’ve done a pretty terrible job of picking up the skills needed to progress in life as an autonomous adult. Just to say I’m not as smart as I like to think I am.

Somehow this thought is liberating. It’s good to be an idiot. To embrace being a dimwit. No need to impress anybody, even myself.

That doesn’t mean I will let everything go strapless and become even more thoroughly irresponsible and aimless than I already am. I simply want to acknowledge the very likely possibility that I’ve been setting the bar a little too high for myself by factoring in a stellar intellect that flirts with no other stars than those wriggling over the seabed floor.

So there: I’m stupid, and it’s okay. It just means I should get my sheep in a row and work harder, otherwise my peachy ass becomes crisp bacon. (hmmmmmmmmm bacon 🥓)

(It’s 6AM, I wouldn’t mind some bacon and eggs.)

Hmmmm I didn’t get too much into detail, and I suppose I’ve rambled enough because I don’t feel like going on. But it felt good. :) So I’m going to close off by saying that what stresses me out is that I may not be fully ready when the day comes that I have to fly back to Paris (July 5th), and I’ll have to leave plenty of stuff here because I didn’t move my butt to expedite my stuff back nor sell what I could. And I’m afraid of losing other friends as I figure out how to go about being a polyamorous, sliiiightly bisexual person with values that do not bar flirting with someone who happens to be somebody else’s “other half”. I’m also scared I won’t find a livelihood whose required work won’t drive me crazy or suicidal.

Because I’ve experienced these things. But I’m not afraid of going stag on a backpacking trip across Europe and more. Because, of that, I am clueless.

[artificialqueens]

forever halloween (2/3) (Alaska/Adore) - comeapart

a/n: today i found out that adore/alaska is called adoredelaska and also that people are really nice about my fic. i also realised i wrote enough to make it a three part series. kind of cute and kind of angsty + 2.5k-ish 

Adore and Alaska had been together for a month and three days. That was exactly how long it took until people started to ask.

The first questions came when someone saw one half of Brian squared liking Alaska’s post on her private facebook, the one that she had under her actual name, where she was Justin and not just Alaska. There were rumours, but it was easy enough to ignore them. As far as people could figure out, it was just a fake account, or maybe a joke between the two of them. Alaska was pretty against actually coming out after the mess of Shalaska jokes and comparisons that were constantly sent to her, but if it made Adore happy, she could find it in herself not to care that much.

The next wave of questions came after Adore and Katya decided to spend the entire day tweeting about how much they liked Alaska. She had been in Europe, touring with her album, and she was on stage in the middle of forgetting the words to Slaytina before fans started screaming for Adore and then Katya. After the song, Alaska actually asked what was going on, to which she was given a screaming crowd talking about twitter and assuming that both of the queens were going to appear for a secret appearance. Alaska laughed it off, rolling her eyes and moving on with the performance, tweeting after the show to both of them and sending the patented snake-hearts. People started to like her more after that night.

The final questions came when pictures appeared of Alaska at Adore’s show, backstage, kissing her in a way that definitely couldn’t be taken as anything other than romantic. The staff had probably taken a photo, but the picture was undeniable. Alaska wasn’t in drag, but she was wearing her fluffy jacket, and her hands were on Adore’s hips. After the show, they both saw the pictures, and decided to get burritos before going back to the mostly empty apartment Adore had bought in Seattle.  

“So, what do you want to do about this?” Alaska asked after a silence that was a little too long, both of them sitting on the hardwood in the living room. After asking Adore to be her girlfriend who just so happened to be her boyfriend too, things had run pretty smoothly. They were inseparable, even if they appeared otherwise.

“I want to get married,” Adore drawled, looking up at Alaska before laughing hard, nearly launching her food into the air as she moved. Alaska laughed too, smiling and biting her lip. “We could just tell people. Is that cool?”

“Yeah. That’s cool. How do you want to tell people?”

“We could stream. Like, we can instagram it now. And then make a tweet tomorrow. Hey, you think we’ll be able to do BOTS together this year?” Adore nodded, pushing the fake curls out of her face before finishing off the burrito and grabbing her phone.

“Might as well. I don’t - You’re the technology guru in this relationship,” Alaska laughed, shuffling over and leaning into Adore as she set up the stream, going live. “Hieee.”

“Have you ever done Instagram livestreams before? They’re easier than Periscope. The comments don’t move as fast,” Adore said, completely ignoring the fact people were asking questions as she looked at Alaska, smiling up at her. “I do it sometimes when I demo songs. It’s a cool insight.”

“Yeah? I’m gonna have to watch sometime. Courtney texts me sometimes, telling me she can’t get you to talk to her so she goes and watches your streams,” Alaska smiled back, looking at the screen and reading over the comments. People were asking about relationships, Sharon, All Stars, and music. Since she had managed to stop reading comments on twitter and learnt to tune out the hate, actively reading everything seemed like it was overbearing.

“Courtney’s cute. We should go see her sometime, I think she’s in Seattle soon. I need to call her, I miss her. She totally calls me out when I ignore the group-chat.”

“Sounds like Courtney,” Alaska laughed, pressing her head against Adore’s shoulder as she took another bite of the burrito.

Adore turned her attention back to the instagram stream, reading out questions quietly to herself and not answering anything. After a few minutes, she moved the phone camera to a better angle, and cleared her throat. Alaska looked up at her, pursing her lips as she put the empty foil down into the pile of trash they’d managed to build after being in Seattle for a grand total of two days.

“So, as many of you have probably seen, some asshole at the venue took pictures of me backstage. First of all, fuck you. That isn’t cool. I come to play shows to be respected as an artist, and not to have cameras shoved into my private life. Second of all, surprise. Me and Alaska are official Team Adore Delaska- Is that our name? Fuck, I don’t know, if anyone has anything better then you’re welcome to rephrase that. But yes. We’re together. Oh, and thirdly, if you’re working for one of those websites that posts news, now would be a good time to take a screenshot and use it in the report,” Adore smiled, leaning in and pecking Alaska’s lips before pulling away.

“Am I actually going to have to learn the lyrics to our songs now?” Alaska asked, laughing as she looked back at the phone, reading the comments of mostly-nice fans congratulating them. There wasn’t really much to congratulate. They’d been together for a month now.

Adore talked for a few more minutes about mostly nothing, answering fans before ending the stream and locking her phone. They made out on the floor for nearly half an hour just because they could, both vowing to turn their phones on silent for the next day to let people get over the initial shock. Once Adore was out of drag, they showered separately, and fell asleep curled up into each other.

*

The next morning was weird, to say the least. Alaska’s mom had sent her several texts about safe sex, which was hilarious considering she knew about her past in trading her body for drugs and eventually getting herself clean, and had probably seen the videos of her and Sharon on stage before. Everyone had at this point. It wasn’t something that she was proud of, but it was her past, and therefore it was part of her.

The weirdest part about the texts from her mom was that since the first night, which neither of them could remember, there had been no sex. There had been some heated makeout sessions, with a little light groping, but no actual sex. And that had actually been okay, because everything still felt good. It didn’t feel like she was being used, or like maybe Adore only wanted her for her body, and Alaska liked that.

Bianca had texted her some warnings, telling her that coming out over Instagram was stupid and that she knew it was probably Adore’s idea. Courtney and Willam had spammed the group-chat with hearts, and Detox had sent her a text saying how proud she was. Roxxxy had tweeted her something sweet, and the rest of the queens that she worked closely with had at very least texted her. Alyssa had sent her a video message over WhatsApp, in which the entire Haus Of Edwards had congratulated them. Everything was weird.

Katya had left three missed calls, so Alaska called her back. Katya immediately congratulated her, adding on a request for a sex tape and a place to crash in Seattle for the weekend, to which Alaska agreed and let her go. She probably had to pack, so she didn’t think too much of it when Katya didn’t try and keep the call for too long.

Adore had disappeared, leaving a note on the side about going to see a dealer and meet up with her family. Alaska didn’t think too much of it, reading through her social media before retweeting Ru’s congratulatory tweet about their relationship, attached with a photo Alaska had never seen before of them. It was from All Stars, an image of them hugging before the talent show, with Adore’s face buried into Alaska’s neck. It was sweet.

Once Alaska was dressed, she grabbed the spare key, letting herself out and getting a cab to the local Target. She needed to get a car, really, but it seemed like too much work to find insurance for a second car to keep in Seattle when she lived in Hollywood. She bought a TV at Target, along with a DVD player and a cord to connect it to her laptop. The internet was already installed, thanks to the guy who Adore rented it from, so she settled on buying useless stuff to fit into the empty home.

She ended up walking back, carrying what must’ve been three rugs in one arm and several bags of stuff. It was a surprise that she hadn’t been robbed, and that she had managed to get fairy-lights in the shape of skulls for the apartment in the sale. It was going to be christmas soon, and as much as she loved Seattle, she wanted to be in LA with Adore. She managed to set the TV up, moving it into the bedroom and throwing more blankets onto the bed before checking her phone again.

Adore had a habit of deleting tweets. Courtney, as the good friend she was, had Adore on text notifications, and had sent Alaska a screenshot of what was happening. At first, Alaska wanted to die. And then she actually read the texts. What mattered was that Adore was okay, if not probably in a hospital. She had never called a cab quicker, cursing herself for not bothering to check earlier.

*

When the nurse finally let her into the room, Adore’s face lit up. The tweets had made it seem like Adore was about to die, with the wording ‘in an ambulance’ definitely not helping. Instead, she had managed to fall off of a wall she had climbed up onto, and landed on her wrist. It was being cast as Alaska sat besides her, audibly sighing in relief.

“And when were you going to tell me about this?” Alaska asked carefully, pushing the short brown curls out of her face as she looked down at the cast. “You know you can talk to me when shit happens, right?”

“Yeah, but this wasn’t important. It’s just a bone. They break all the time.”

“You tweeted that you felt like death and that you were in an ambulance, Adorm.”

“But I deleted them.”

“Girl, twitter is forever. People were tweeting me screenshots and shit, asking me if you were okay. I didn’t even know. I thought you were just out with family,” Alaska laughed, reaching out to touch Adore’s arm. “Just let me know if stuff happens, okay? I’m not… We’re together. You can talk to me.”

“I’m sorry, Lasky.”

“It’s okay. I can’t stay mad at you.”

*

Their first fight was just before Christmas Queens. Alaska wanted Adore to come with her, but Adore didn’t do Christmas. It was too capitalist, and it didn’t hold any value other than being an excuse for people to spend money. Alaska didn’t yell once, keeping her calm as she tried to convince her - if not for the holiday, for the excuse of seeing Europe and touring America with her. Adore called her fake, and told her not to call after the TV got smashed.

Alaska understood. So she waited. She waited the entire European leg of the tour for any kind of response, only being stopped in Birmingham by Katya after a whole tour of slightly-off performances. They weren’t obvious, but it was the emotion in her eyes, the drain on her ability to go out with everyone after shows. The fact that she didn’t want to do any extra than what she had planned, not even include herself in the fan-opportunity to perform with a queen in a lipsync.

The worst part was that Alaska wasn’t mad. She wasn’t upset, and she did understand why Adore didn’t want to travel. She had been callous, and it wasn’t fair to Adore to have asked her to come on the tour with her. Especially when there were so many queens joining them. And when Katya asked what was going on, Alaska explained. And Katya was always there to give perfect advice.

“Maybe you do need to talk to her. Just call her and figure out what’s going on. I don’t know, but I’d be upset if I’d accidentally yelled at my boyfriend and told him not to call. It just sounds like she’s stressed out, girl,” Katya had explained, “Now will you please come join me in sober drinking games?”

“What the hell is sober drinking games?”

“It’s drinking games, but I drink juice while everyone else gets drunk, and then I auction off photos of you all to unsuspecting and innocent twitter followers. Not all of us got 10,000 via PayPal, mawma.”

That was enough to set Alaska off into a fit of laughter, agreeing to join and playing never-have-I-ever with people who knew too much about her. At one point, Detox said something along the lines of ‘never have I ever fucked Adore Delano,’ and Alaska knew it was just because people wanted her to be drunker.

In their defence, it worked. Alaska was a lot drunker than everyone else, words slurring as she had to take another shot. It wasn’t until she appeared in Katya’s hotel room, with no memory of getting there, before she realised exactly how drunk she was. Everything was moving, and Katya was on Periscope while Alaska stared at the ceiling, still in full drag.

She knew she wasn’t supposed to be drunk. People knew that she was sober, clean, and better than the person she was on season 5. But she still got up, walking over to Katya and falling into her, managing to save her heel in some stroke of luck before kicking it off. Katya was saying something, clearly annoyed with the fact Alaska was trying to sit on her, but she didn’t care.

“Who are you skyping?” Alaska drawled, dragging out the words as she readjusted herself on her lap. “Hieeeeee.”

“I’m not skyping anyone. We’re talking about Brenda. You need to go to bed, Lasky.”

“No, but I want to talk about Brenda. I think she’s a woman of high fashion, she’s a lady of the night, she’s fierce. I want to be friends with Brenda, and kiss her. Katya, you’re so pretty. Why do all of my friends want to fuck you? Why do I?”

“I- uh, okay, Periscope over,” Katya stuttered, ending it and putting her phone down before looking up at Alaska. “You’re too drunk. You need to go lie down, on your side, and I’m gonna go get you some water and explain to you exactly why you need to not want to fuck me, okay?”

[anna-liz-fiction-blog]

Kidnapped (Castiel x Reader, Angst and Fluff)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Castiel x Reader (female pronouns used)

Warnings: Torture, kidnapping, mind control (but also fluff and happy ending)

Words: 2337

Writer: Liz

REQUESTED BY: Anna :3

The aching pain you felt in your head was the first thing you noticed when you

woke up. Your head was pounding, your limps ached and you felt incredibly

tired, like you had just completed a marathon.

You opened your eyes and tired to take in your surroundings, but to no avail.

Everything around you was pitch black and no matter how hard you tried, you

couldn’t even see your own body.

One could have said it was so dark that you were unable to see your hand,

even if it would have been right in front of your face, but you weren’t able to

move it there anyways.

You felt something tight and cold around both of your wrists and the shackling

sound you heard when you tried to move your arms, you concluded that you

were most likely chained to something.

Wherever you were, it was ice cold and completely quiet. The only sound that

made it to your ears was your own – fast and slightly panicking – breath.

Even though panic was starting to rise in you, you remembered what you had

learned living with the Winchesters.

“If anything ever happens, remaining quiet and concentrated might just be the

key, (Y/N).” Sam had said several times.

So you tried your best to remain absolutely quiet as you moved your legs.

Whoever held you captive wasn’t very smart, since they had forgotten to chain

down your legs as well.

If anyone were to come near you, you could at least put up some sort of fight.

Even though your chances still remained low.

Who would try to kidnap me?

You asked yourself.

Well, after working with the brothers for several years, that would probably be

every single supernatural being on the whole entire planet, minus a few

exceptions. The list of potential enemies was longer than you thought. But then

again, who would have been able to pull something like this of?

One moment you were going to sleep in a motel with the brothers in the next

room and the next you’re waking up in the middle of whatever nightmare this

was.

You tried your best to remember anything that had happened.

After the boys and you had finished the small hunt you were on, all of you went

back to the motel to catch a good night of sleep before driving back to the

bunker the next day.

You had checked for any signs of entry when you arrived and you had also

remembered to put lines of salt around the door and the – Oh god – you had

forgotten to put lines of salt around the windows!

I am a goddamn idiot!

You thought, angry at yourself. You were a hunter

since you had turned 19, but you had made an absolute rookie mistake once

again.

Probably because you felt really safe with the brothers next door and an angel

on telepathic speed dial.

You were ripped out of your own thoughts when a sound ripped through the

silence, like someone shoving a metal door open.

Instinctively you pulled your feet closer to your chest, trying to make yourself

as small as possible.

Castiel help me!

You silently prayed to the angel. How in the world wasn’t he

here by now? Usually, you couldn’t even go to the store for an hour without

telling anyone because they were so worried, they would send Castiel to look

for you within minutes. And that was only the case when the brothers noticed

your absence before the angle did.

For some reason, he was very worried about you all the time. You had figured it

was probably because he cared a lot about the brothers and wouldn’t want

them to be mad at him for letting you down.

Then again, who knew how much time had actually passed? You certainly didn’t

have any idea.

Before you could try to pray again, you heard a dark voice to your right.

“Now now, where is the little hunter?” it – presumably a he by the tone of his

voice – snickered. “Who am I kidding? I know where you are. I chained you all

by myself after all.”

You remained still and didn’t answer him as you heard your kidnapper get

closer slowly. His heavy footsteps were slow and something told you he was

doing it on purpose.

Probably a sicko who has seen too many horror movies.

That would have been one of the better scenarios, since defending yourself

against a human psychopath was much easier than fighting of any monster.

But he knew you were a hunter so that theory was out of the window already.

Suddenly, for just a moment your nose caught a slight odor of something you

definitely remembered. Did it smell somewhat close to a rotten egg?

It takes you a moment to process this information, probably due to the immense level

of stress you were currently under, but soon it clicked in your mind and you

knew that your opponent was probably a tortured and twisted soul. Otherwise

known as a demon.

“Hm…” the demon stopped and sniffed in the air “Oh, you know how delicious

your fear smells? You must have realized that you don’t stand a chance

anymore.” he giggled.

“The Winchesters are still tugged in their beds, dreaming about whatever you

humans dream about and there won’t be anyone to rescue you, little hunter”

He knew what he was saying and he was getting under your skin quicker than

you would have liked him too.

Is this really going to be my end?

You finally began to actually panic and

tried to sit up and get as far away from the voice as you could.

“Don’t even try, (Y/N)” you heard the demon giggle again “I’m not going to kill

you just yet anyways.”

All of a sudden you had to squint your eyes. Your eyes were used to the

darkness by now, but the demon had switched on a light in the room and you

had to blink a few times to get used to the sudden brightness before you could

finally take in your surroundings properly.

Oh, and how you wished you didn’t. The room seemed more like a dungeon or

torture chamber, similar to the one the boys had back at the bunker, but this

one here was decorated with what looked like animal fur and the skulls of small

mammals on the walls.

Additionally, there was a collection of chains, knives and other tools you didn’t

quite recognize hanging and laying around the room.

As something moved in the corner of your eye, you remembered your

kidnapper and frantically looked over to your right, where he was supposed to

be.

But to no avail. The right sight of the room was completely empty and there

was no trace of your captivator anywhere. You tried to turn around more, but

the shackles holding you to the bedposts were too short and the bed was

pushed against a wall anyways, so there wasn’t really any way he was still

standing there.

A light blow of air in your left ear made you snap around quickly and as you

stared into the dark black eyes of your demonic kidnapper you began to

scream out of pure terror.

To which the monster replied by laughing and gripping you tightly by your

throat until you stopped being able to scream or even breathe.

“Listen here little hunter. I am going to torture the hell out of you if you don’t

do what I  say. I just need a little bit of information about your pet angle and

then I am going to kill you. So if I were you I’d play along nicely.”

He loosened his grip on your throat and you gasped for air as he walked over to

one of the tables.

“Why would I tell you anything if you are just going to kill me anyways?” you

snarled at him.

He turned around with one of the small thin knives in his hand.

“Because (Y/N)” the demon got closer to you once more and stood right by

your side, taking your leg in his hands, gripping it with a power so strong you

couldn’t fight it even if you tried to. “This is going to hurt a whole lot more if

you don’t.”

He uttered the last few words as he began slicing small cuts into your leg,

careful not to hit any major arteries.

You clenched your jaw tight, not wanting to give in just yet.

“Though one aren’t you?” he smirked. “Well, maybe I should do a little more,

what do you think?”

You didn’t answer him since you were too concentrated trying to remain your calm

exterior.

But from a moment to the next all of that went to hell as you let out the loudest

scream you had ever heard coming from your own throat as the monster

stabbed you in the lower stomach and then proceeded to leave the knives

stuck inside of you.

Probably so you wouldn’t bleed to death too quickly.

“Tell me (Y/N). Where is the pet angel you’re so fond of? What do they have

planned next? We all know they are going after my kind sooner or later.”

“I’m not gonna tell you shit, you bastard” you cried out in pain.

“Well, too bad, then I am going to go get my next fun toy. I promise you’re

going to like it just as much as this one,” he said, slowly twisting and shoving at

the knife that was still embedded in your belly.

“Castiel” you whispered “Please, please for the love of your father,  Castiel help

me.” you prayed with tears now streaming down your face.

“I doubt that feathery thing is going to save you (Y/N). You should know better

than that. Those bastards only care about themselves and their own kind. Why

would he risk his precious little angel life for a little hunter like you? You’re

nothing to him.” he screamed at you as he was standing at the foot of the bed

you were chained to.

With every breath, you felt more tears pouring out of you as you were sobbing

now. The pain in your stomach was unbearable, almost to the point where you

thought you might pass out every moment.

The demon leaned forward and rested his hands on the edge of the bed.

“You’re nothing to him (Y/N). And why would you think you are? After all, what

is an angel supposed to do with a lousy human girl after all? What? You think he

actually likes you back or something? The dude couldn’t even tell friendship

and love apart if he tried. You don’t stand a chance. Angels aren’t capable of

loving and they certainly wouldn’t love a human anyways!”

He looked at you

again, finally changing his eyes to a human in an attempt to gain your sympathy.

“So why don’t you tell me everything you know? He was using you after all

(Y/N).”

“No no no” you began to stutter. “YOU DON’T KNOW HIM! HE WOULDN’T DO

THAT” you shouted, anger flooding your head. “I DON’T EVEN CARE IF HE

LOVES ME. I LOVE HIM AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS TO ME, YOU SICK

ASSHOLE!”

After using so much of your energy you had to calm down for a second or you

felt like you might actually pass out any moment. You closed your eyes and took

a deep breath in.

Suddenly, you clenched your eyes shut even more as an incredibly bright light

flooded the dungeon. All you could hear was a loud scream and a noise, like

something – or someone -  was dropped on the ground.

You opened your eyes carefully and were incredibly relieved to see Castiel

standing behind the spot where a couple moments ago the demon was.

“Ca-” you began.

“Be quiet (Y/N). You’re using too much of your energy.” he shushed you and

quickly walked over to you.

He put his hands over your wounds and you felt a warm feeling wash over you.

It somehow reminded you of home,  the sea and pure bliss in one.

After he had healed you the angel destroyed the chains holding you and sat

down next to you on the bed, slowly stroking your hair. An unreadable

expression clouded his handsome face.

“Cas, how much did you hear?” you asked carefully, ashamed that this might

be the way he found out about your feelings towards him.

“Everything (Y/N).” he looked into your eyes “I’m so incredibly sorry.”

Tears made their way back into your eyes. Of course, he couldn’t love you back,

the demon was right, after all, angels couldn’t love.

“It’s alright, Castiel” you sniffed “I understand, please just don’t tell anyone.”

Cas squinted his eyes slightly and cocked his head to the side.

“Why wouldn’t I tell anyone?” he asked “isn’t it the usual procedure for two

adults who are in a committed relationship to inform their friends of said

bond?”

“What are you implying?” you asked, more confused than ever.

“Well, you did admit you love me, didn’t you?” he questioned.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to date me out of pity, Cas. Don’t worry I’ll be okay.”

you began to sniff again.

“Oh, I realize my mistake now. Sorry (Y/N). I forgot to inform you that the

feelings you harbour for me are indeed reciprocated.”

“You mean to say that you love me, too?” you smiled.

He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear before finally saying what you have

been dying to hear for so long.

“Yes (Y/N). I love you.”

And with those words he pulled you close to his chest before zapping the both

of you back to the motel, where the Winchesters were still sleeping.