#Word count: 2887

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Leaving it all behind||mafia!Max verstappen x Fem!reader

Summary— after saving y/n’s life max seeks out her friendship only to realize that he wants more then what his father wants for him.

Word count—2887

A/n I posted this to my last account but I figured I’d repost it but in parts as this entire for is 30k words long plus the one shots that take place after the fic

The city lay dark and restless under the weight of the midnight clouds. Max’s car glided down the empty streets, headlights slicing through fog that clung to the sidewalks. This part of town was his—a city carved out by generations of his family, each building tainted by their legacy. A legacy Max had always known would eventually fall on his shoulders.

He sighed, letting his hand fall from the steering wheel to drum absently on the gearshift. Nights like these always felt endless, each familiar street drawing him deeper into a life he was starting to question. He’d been told countless times it was his birthright, his duty to keep things running, but in moments like this—just him and the hum of the engine—he couldn’t help but wonder if this life was all he’d ever have.

That was when he saw her.

At first, it was just movement in the shadows, a sudden scuffle that drew his eye. A young woman struggled against two men, their laughter drifting cruelly into the night air. Before he could think, he’d pulled over, instincts taking over as he slid out of the car. His footsteps were silent, his expression deadly calm as he approached.

“Let her go,” he ordered, his voice cold enough to cut through the fog.

The two men turned, eyes widening as they recognized him, and the fear in their faces was unmistakable. Max had built a reputation; even in the dark underbelly of the city, his name held weight. They stumbled back, mumbling apologies before disappearing down the street, leaving him alone with the girl.

She looked up, breathing hard, her face partially hidden beneath strands of dark hair. Even under the streetlamp’s dim glow, he could see the defiance in her eyes—she wasn’t the type to easily back down. A part of him admired that.

“You alright?” he asked, softer now, watching her carefully.

She nodded, brushing herself off, her gaze wary but grateful. “Yeah… I didn’t need saving, though,” she said, a spark of pride in her voice.

A small smile tugged at his lips. “I could tell,” he replied, “but sometimes it’s nice to have backup.”

She huffed a quiet laugh, eyes flickering up to meet him. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence was charged and unexpected.

“Thank you,” she murmured finally, her voice losing some of its edge. “I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come along.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I rescued you from danger,” Max said with a playful grin, trying to lighten the mood. He leaned against the rough bark of a nearby tree, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Y/n regarded him with an arched eyebrow, her skepticism palpable. The remnants of adrenaline still coursed through her veins, but mixed with a tinge of fear, she felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Max’s charm was disarming, but she couldn’t shake the unease she felt in his presence.

“Yeah, thank you for that, but I need to go,” she replied, her voice steady despite the fluttering nerves. She turned away, glancing over her shoulder to gauge his reaction. The last thing she wanted was to be caught in another unexpected situation. The weight of the moment hung between them, and with each step she took, she felt the distance growing—a mix of gratitude and caution urging her to leave before she got too drawn in.

Max only nodded, watching as she turned to go. He didn’t ask her name, but something in him twisted as he watched her walk away, that fierce determination etched on her face. She was like no one he’d met before. And he wanted to know more.

Over the next few days, she lingered in his mind like a melody he couldn’t shake. He knew he shouldn’t indulge this curiosity, shouldn’t look into her life, but he couldn’t resist. He had people at his disposal, and soon he had her name, her address, and details of her life that made his heart ache in ways he didn’t understand.

When he learned she worked at a little bookstore downtown, he couldn’t keep himself from stopping by one afternoon. He wandered in, pretending to browse the shelves, until he saw her—her head bent over a book, a faint smile on her lips.

She looked up, and surprise flickered in her eyes before recognition dawned. She stood, her hand brushing against a stray lock of hair as she offered him a tentative smile.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” she said, her voice soft but curious.

Max shrugged, feeling suddenly out of place. He’d been to every luxurious spot in the city, but this small, cozy shop felt like another world. “Just passing by,” he said, though they both knew it was a lie.

They fell into an easy conversation, discussing books, the city, and life. And as the sun began to set, Max felt something foreign and unfamiliar start to build in his chest—a longing that made him question everything he thought he wanted.

Weeks passed, and their paths continued to cross until friendship gave way to something deeper. With every conversation, every laugh, every quiet moment they shared, Max found himself wondering if he could leave everything behind. If she could be enough to pull him out of the shadows.

But he knew the cost of that decision. Leaving his family’s empire wasn’t simple; there were loyalties, enemies, and countless secrets that held him captive. Still, when he looked at her—when he thought of a life beyond the city’s corruption and bloodshed—he realized he wanted something different. Something he could only have if he let it all go.

As he stood outside her bookstore one evening, watching the light from within spill across the pavement, he made a silent promise: he would find a way to be with her. Even if it meant sacrificing everything he’d ever known.

Max leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the warm glow coming from the bookstore’s windows. It was late, and the street was quiet. Inside, she was closing up—a routine that had become as familiar to him as his reflection.

He shoved his hands in his jacket, watching as she tidied the display, her movements slow, practiced. Even after weeks of meeting almost every day, she had this effect on him. Every little thing about her held his attention and captured his heart as if it belonged to her.

The lights in the shop went out, and a few moments later, she stepped out. She started when she saw him, a hand on her heart as she let out a soft gasp. “Were you just standing there the entire time?”

Max shrugged, pushing off the wall as he took a step closer to her. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Just enjoying the view.”

She rolled her eyes but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “You need a better hobby.”

He chuckled, falling in step next to her as they began walking. “You’re my hobby,” he teased.

She shot him a look, the kind that was meant to be disapproving but couldn’t quite hide her amusement. “You’re ridiculous.”

Max just smirked, his gaze flicking down to her hand, to the slender fingers that were curled loosely at her side. He ached to reach out, to take her hand in his. But there was something in him—maybe it was the loyalty to the life he’d inherited, or maybe it was fear—that made him hesitate.

They walked in silence for a few more minutes, the streetlights casting long shadows around them.

“Hey,” Max said suddenly, his voice cutting through the quiet.

She looked over at him, her eyebrows raised in question.

“Can I ask you something?”

She nodded, her expression curious.

Max took a deep breath, bracing himself. “Do you think it’s possible to change? To make your path, even when you come from a life that feels...predetermined?”

Her expression softened, her gaze searching his face. “I think it depends,” she said slowly. “On how badly you want it, how willing you are to fight and maybe even lose things along the way.”

Max nodded, her words echoing in his mind, both confirming and intensifying his doubts. Losing things...he’d be losing a lot by choosing a different life—his family’s legacy, their empire, his father’s trust. But even the thought of losing her felt unbearable.

“So what if you’re not sure?” he found himself asking. “What if you have feelings you don’t quite understand, but you know they want…more?”

She regarded him silently, her eyes steady, her expression unreadable. For a moment, Max wondered if he’d said too much, or revealed too much. But then she looked away, a sigh escaping her lips. “Then I’d say you’re either being brave…or foolish,” she said finally, her gaze returning to him. “Because love can make you do both.”

Max swallowed, the word love hanging heavily between them. Was that what this was, this intense feeling that seemed to consume him every time he was near her? But loving her was like lighting a match in a powder keg. Could he set everything on fire for her?

As the weeks passed, Max became a regular at the bookstore, his visits blending seamlessly into Y/N’s day. They’d fall into easy conversations, and she’d tease him about his “terrible taste” in books, which he took with a grin, never revealing that he’d never really read much for pleasure before he met her. The darkness of his past and his family’s world seemed to fade in those quiet hours, and for the first time in his life, Max felt something close to peace.

The bookstore was a sanctuary. Away from the constant scrutiny, the threats, and the weight of his family’s name. He could just be himself here, free to laugh and chat and listen to her. It was her favorite place to be.

Max leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed on Y/N as she moved between the shelves. There was a peacefulness to her rhythm, and he couldn’t help but feel a little mesmerized. The way Y/N’s fingers brushed over each book’s spine, her expression relaxed, made it look like they belonged here among the pages and stories.

“So,” he said, his voice barely louder than a murmur, “do you ever get tired of organizing these shelves over and over?”

Y/N chuckled softly without turning around. “Not when I have someone to complain to about it.”

Max grinned, feeling a spark of warmth that was rare for him. “Lucky me, huh?”

They both paused, letting the silence and the music fill the space between them. It was a shared comfort, a feeling that went beyond words. Here, in the stillness of the bookstore, Max almost felt as though they were the only two people in the world. Y/N finished sliding a book into place and turned, leaning against the shelf, her eyes meeting Max’s. “You don’t have to stay, you know. Not much entertainment here.”

Max smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the counter. “Depends on what you consider entertainment. Watching you argue with those books as they move themselves? Riveting.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but Max caught the small, amused smile that slipped through. “Keep talking, and I’ll make you help. Alphabetize the romance section, maybe. Heard you’re a sucker for a good love story.”

He scoffed. “I think you’re confusing me with someone who has a heart.”

Y/N shook her head, the faint sound of JoJo by Wetwood Smokes filling the quiet again. She walked closer, books forgotten for a moment, until they were just a step away from him. “Yeah? Then what are you doing here?”

Max felt a tug in his chest he couldn’t quite ignore, his usual smirk softening. “Good question,” he murmured, more to himself than to them.

The air between them was thick with unsaid things. Neither of them spoke for a moment, letting the music and the shadows hold whatever words they weren’t ready to say. Finally, Max cleared his throat, shrugging in that casual, detached way he’d perfected. “Guess I’m just a sucker for bookstores. Quiet. No one is bothering you. Kind of place you can… just be.”

Y/N’s expression softened, her eyes searching his face as if she saw through every layer he tried to keep up. “Then you’re in good company.”

Max’s gaze lingered on Y/N, watching the way her face softened in the dim light. He wasn’t used to this, the quiet moments that seemed to slip under his skin, settling somewhere he couldn’t shake off.

Y/N tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “So, what’s the verdict? Am I decent company for a night at the bookstore?”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “I guess you’ll do. I’d say you’re good enough to pass the time, but then your ego might get out of control.”

“Oh, please,” Y/N shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Your standards aren’t that high. I saw you trying not to laugh at my jokes last week.”

Max scoffed, pretending to be offended, but a small smile betrayed him. “I wasn’t laughing. I was horrified. Pure survival instinct.”

They both laughed quietly, the sound warm and intimate in the empty store. The music faded into another soft, slow song, and they let the silence settle over them again, neither one in a hurry to break it.

Y/N spoke first, a little softer now. “Have you ever thought about it? Starting over somewhere? Just… a different life?”

Max’s usual mask faltered for a second, something unreadable flashing in his eyes. He looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Starting over, huh?” He let out a humorless laugh. “I think that ship sailed a long time ago for me.”

Y/N stepped a little closer, their voice gentle but insistent. “Maybe. But you never know.” She paused, searching his face. “I just think… you don’t have to be the person you’ve always been, Max.”

He swallowed, caught off guard by the honesty in their words. It was strange, unsettling even, having someone look at him like he was worth more than the pieces he kept hidden. For a moment, he wanted to believe them.

“Well,” he said, forcing a small smirk, “maybe I like the person I am.”

“Maybe.” Y/N shrugged, giving him a soft smile. “But I think there’s more to you than you let on.”

She held his gaze, and for once, Max found himself at a loss for words. Instead, he looked down, shaking his head slightly, but he couldn’t keep the hint of a smile from tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Max’s heartbeat was a little faster, his usual bravado slipping away under the weight of Y/N’s gaze. He could feel them watching him, and for once, he didn’t feel the need to hide.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice almost a whisper. “You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you’re interested.”

Y/N’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m waiting for you to figure that out.”

Max’s throat tightened, the words lingering between them like a challenge, daring him to take a step he wasn’t sure he was ready for. He wanted to say something, anything that could brush off the tension, but the usual defenses weren’t coming to his rescue. Instead, he just looked at them, his eyes searching for hers, caught between the urge to run and the impulse to stay.

“You think you’ve got me all figured out, huh?” he finally managed, his voice rougher than he intended.

Y/N shook her head, her smile softening. “Not all of you. Just enough to know there’s more to you than you let people see.” She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm for just a second before she pulled back, the touch brief but enough to send a spark up his spine.

Max inhaled, barely holding himself together. The gentle, honest look in Y/N’s eyes left him raw, and vulnerable, and he found himself wanting to let go, just a little. “So, if there’s more to me,” he said slowly, “why stick around? Don’t you have better things to do than try to figure out a guy like me?”

Y/N shrugged, her voice soft. “Maybe I don’t mind a mystery. Maybe I want to see what happens if you let your guard down.”

Max’s pulse pounded in his ears, his gaze locked on theirs. For the first time in a long time, he felt like the ground was shifting beneath him, the walls he’d built starting to crumble. He swallowed, his voice barely a whisper. “You might not like what you find.”

Y/N just looked at him, their expression open, unafraid. “Try me.”

The words hung in the air, daring him, pulling him toward something he wasn’t sure he was ready to face. But standing there in the quiet of the bookstore, with nothing but the soft music and their steady gaze, he realized he wanted to try.

[baelarys]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

Aemond targaryen X reader niece

word count : 2887

Warning : Incest , smut

Your entire body itched, feeling the corset squeeze your ribcage to the point of almost fainting. Your ladies hurriedly arranged your hair, while two others smoothed the blue and silver silk dress you had chosen for the ceremony.

You wondered if a wedding dress really needed to look so impeccable, feeling the weight of expectation and tradition. You were about to marry, and to your dismay, a man as callous as your uncle Aemond. You knew this moment would come, but still, the surprise hit you hard. You had been engaged since childhood, but you hadn't believed the proposal would still stand after the accident at your aunt's funeral.

Your mother and siblings would not attend. Your mother had recently given birth to your two new younger brothers, and Jace and Luke were still too young to travel alone. So, you found yourself alone in the Red Keep, the ancient castle you once considered home.

As you prepared, a feeling of loneliness enveloped you. The absence of your family weighed on your spirit, making the moment feel even more difficult to face.

Your ladies continued to work diligently, trying to make every detail perfect. Her skillful hands masterfully braided your hair, adorning it with fine silver threads. The blue and silver silk dress fell elegantly, reflecting the light of the candles that illuminated the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your mind and heart. Then, you heard a knock on the door. It was time, you thought. One of your ladies opened the door, letting in Queen Alicent, who would escort you to your future husband. You would have preferred it to be your grandfather instead of her, but dear King Viserys was in a deplorable situation regarding his health.

Alicent looked at you for a few seconds, perhaps remembering a similar moment from her own youth. “You look beautiful,” she said, trying to make you feel better.

You nodded gratefully, although the anxiety was still present. The queen offered you her arm and, with one last look in the mirror, you headed towards the destiny that awaited you. It was a small celebration, but without taking away from the prestige of a royal wedding. Lords from all over the kingdom were present.

The great hall was adorned with banners and flowers, the glow of the candelabras illuminating the faces of the guests. As you walked down the hallway, the murmurs faded, leaving only the echo of your footsteps and the rapid beat of your heart.

Aemond was waiting for you at the end of the hallway, his expression as impenetrable as ever. His violet eyes watched you with a mixture of intensity and coldness. Beside him, the septon waited, ready to officiate the ceremony. Alicent led you to your spot, and then discreetly retreated, letting the solemnity of the moment take over.

The septon began to recite the ritual words, and although your thoughts wandered between anxiety and resignation, you maintained your composure. Aemond took your hand firmly, his grip a reminder of both the strength and severity of your future husband.

When it was time to exchange vows, the words left your lips almost mechanically. You promised fidelity and loyalty, although inside you, a voice whispered doubts and fears. Aemond, for his part, pronounced his vows with the same determination he used on the battlefield.

It was time for the banquet, an event filled with flowers and music designed to liven up the festive atmosphere. You responded with a courteous smile to the lords and ladies who approached your table to shower you with gifts and congratulations.

The large banquet table was adorned with exquisite floral arrangements and silver candelabras, illuminating the opulence of the hall. You and Aemond presided over the head table, and although music and the hum of conversation filled the air, a feeling of unreality enveloped you.

Lord Tyrell's son approached the table, a charming young man who had caught the attention of many ladies at court. His distinguished bearing and easy smile made him a welcome guest at any social event.

You bowed slightly in respect as he approached, returning his smile with a courtesy befitting your status. "Princess," he began with an elegant bow, "allow me to congratulate you on your marriage. The beauty of this celebration is surpassed only by yours."

"Lord Tyrell," you replied with a smile, "I appreciate your kind words. The presence of your house is always an honor to our family."

"It's a pleasure to be here," he said, his eyes shining with an interest that went beyond mere politeness. "I must confess that I have been waiting for an opportunity to speak with you. Stories about your grace and charm do not do the reality justice."

You laughed softly, grateful for the distraction his gallantry offered. "I thank you, my lord. However, I do not believe I am worthy of such praise."

"Not at all, my lady, I am being completely honest." Your smile spread wider, feeling a light blush on your cheeks. The young Tyrell then looked at Aemond. "The prince is lucky to now have a lady as beautiful as you."

Before you could respond, you felt a strong squeeze on your thigh that made you stop. Aemond, who until then had watched the interaction with an impassive expression, clenched his jaw at Tyrell's words. "Lord Tyrell," he interrupted, his voice firm and cold, "I appreciate your congratulations, but I would like to remember that my wife is not a possession, but a companion worthy of respect."

The young Tyrell, without losing his composure, bowed his head slightly. "Of course, Prince Aemond. My apologies if my words have been misinterpreted. I only intended to express my admiration."

Aemond gave a brief, strained smile. "Your admiration is noted, but I would appreciate it if you expressed it with greater caution."

"I understand," the young Tyrell replied before returning to his table. Aemond hadn't taken his hand off your thigh since then, and you could feel his nails slowly digging into your skin.

"What is your problem?" you said with an annoyed tone, trying to remain discreet in the curious eyes of the court. You tried to push his hand away, but you felt him move it higher, sending a shiver through your body.

Aemond leaned his head towards you, whispering in your ear with a voice thick with possessiveness. "My problem, dear wife, is seeing other men thinking they can approach you so blatantly."

"It's just courtesy," you responded defensively, feeling Aemond's hand move up and down your thigh, brushing carelessly near that area. "And stop doing that."

Aemond, with an expression of apparent innocence, raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"

“That,” you replied, trying to stay calm as the chill continued to run through you. "Your hand is too close."

Finally, Aemond withdrew his hand with an expression of disdain. "Very well," he said with a tone that obscured the brightness of his gaze. "If this makes you uncomfortable, I will stop."

It was almost midnight, and the reality of the wedding night was beginning to weigh on you. It was mandatory that the marriage be consummated that same night, and although you knew that this moment was imminent, you couldn't help but feel a knot in your stomach.

Alicent, with her usual foresight, had advised you to retire to your room first to prepare. Following his recommendations, you headed to your chambers, where the ladies-in-waiting were waiting for you with the usual diligence. With speed and precision, they stripped away your dress, letting the intricate layers of silk and lace fall to the floor. Then, they let down your hair, which fell in loose waves around your figure. Finally, they wrapped you in a thin robe that covered your body, trying to offer you as much comfort as possible in that tense moment.

You walked over to the table to pour yourself some wine, hoping the drink would calm your nerves. As you raised the glass, the ruby liquid reflected the dim light of the candles, and you took a sip, feeling the warm relief it provided. As you savored the wine, you heard the door open. You froze, too embarrassed to turn around and look.

The sounds of Aemond removing his suit filled the room. The rustle of the fabric sliding over his body and the soft jingling of the clasps on his vest mixed with the rapid beat of your heart. You tried to focus on the wine, but your husband's presence behind you was impossible to ignore.

Aemond approached you, grabbing you by the waist and forcing you to turn around. You were now face to face, and you noticed that the patch he always wore to cover his eye was no longer there. In its place, a beautiful sapphire shined in the hole where he had lost his eye. His appearance was intimidating and fascinating at the same time.

He caressed your cheek with a gentleness so unlike him, his touch was surprisingly soft and comforting. "Fear not," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring.

Before you could respond, Aemond planted a kiss on your lips. A new feeling blossomed in your stomach, a whirlwind of nervousness and anticipation. Guiding your inexperienced lips, he led you to explore the rhythm and flavor of his own. Deftly, he gently bit your bottom lip, silently asking you to make way for him.

Your heart was pounding as you felt the caress of his tongue, exploring firmly but slowly. You responded timidly at first, but little by little, you began to reciprocate with more confidence. His hands, strong but tender, held you carefully, slowly tracing lines of fire on your skin.

They broke apart, You took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside you. Aemond slowly guided you towards the bed.

Aemond took a seat first, gently pulling you to sit on his lap. Your cheeks were adorned with a deep red color, a mix of shyness and anticipation. Wasting no time, he captured your lips again, this time with more urgency and desire.

He laid you down slowly, making you lie on your back on the mattress. His body hovered over yours, creating a feeling of warmth and security. His lips moved in a passionate dance with yours.

With fluid movements, Aemond began to leave a trail of kisses from your cheek to your neck. His lips lingered there, sucking gently and leaving little marks of love. The touch of his lips and teeth against your skin sent waves of pleasure through your body, and you couldn't help but let out small sounds of satisfaction.

Aemond carefully stripped you of the thin robe that still covered your body, taking a moment to admire your figure. His eyes roamed every line and curve, filled with a mix of wonder and desire. The intensity of his gaze made your cheeks blush even more, a warm current of anticipation running through your body.

With unexpected softness, he approached again, his lips tracing a path of wet, burning kisses from your neck to your collarbone. Each kiss was a point of fire that lit your skin, creating a path of pleasure that spread with each caress.

His hands, strong and sure, explored your body with an expert touch, discovering your every reaction. "You're beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky and heavy with desire. "Every part of you."

Suddenly, Aemond cupped one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing it with a firmness that drew a small gasp from you. He played with your sensitive nipple, his skillful fingers causing waves of pleasure that made you arch your back.

Without warning, he lowered his head and devoured the other breast with his mouth, sucking and nibbling with overwhelming passion. You felt like you were in heaven, each touch and kiss lifting you to new heights of pleasure. You thrashed around on the bed, your hands gripping the sheets as you tried to take in the intensity of the sensations.

He continued his attention, alternating between his hands and his mouth, making sure every part of you received his devotion. His lips moved with precision, tracing circles around your nipple before sucking it hard. At the same time, his other hand massaged your other breast, his fingers causing spasms of pleasure with each touch.

Aemond continued his descent, his lips leaving a trail of burning kisses along your stomach and belly. He stopped for a moment, admiring your intimacy already wet from his previous caresses. The vulnerability of the moment made you try to close your legs, a gesture of modesty that Aemond gently prevented.

“Let me show you how much I want you,” he murmured hoarsely, his words sending a new wave of pleasure through your body.

You nodded, feeling the heat inside you intensify. Aemond settled between your legs, his solid, confident presence providing you with a strange mix of calm. With slow deliberation, he left a long lick over your lower lips, eliciting an involuntary moan from your lips.

His hands rested on your thighs, holding them open while his lips and tongue continued to explore your intimacy with a skill and attention that left you breathless. Every caress, every lick, seemed designed to take you to new heights of pleasure. You felt the tension inside you growing, a delicious pressure that threatened to overflow at any moment.

He didn't stop, his tongue moving with a precision that made you arch your back and clutch the sheets. His fingers joined the dance, exploring and teasing, taking you beyond your limits. The mix of his mouth and hands was almost too much, every movement a promise of ecstasy.

Aemond introduced another finger inside you, eliciting a deeper, pleasure-laden moan from you. His movements were slow and deliberate, moving in and out with a precision that seemed designed to explore every corner of your being. The sensation was overwhelming, each thrust of his fingers sending waves of heat through your body.

Your moans intensified, and your body instinctively responded to his attentions, arching into him in a desperate search for more contact. Aemond increased the speed of his movements, his fingers delving deeper, exploring and teasing with a skill that left you breathless.

Aemond withdrew his fingers suddenly, drawing a moan of protest from you at the abrupt absence of his touch. He leaned over you, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss as he expertly removed his pants. You felt the warmth and firmness of his erection brush against your entrance, eliciting an involuntary moan of anticipation.

Aemond eased into you slowly, his erection pushing through with deliberate precision. A burning sensation washed over you, and you tensed at the invasion, but he stayed still for a moment, allowing you to get used to the new sensation. You breathed deeply, trying to relax as your body adjusted to his presence inside you.

After a few moments, he began to move with slow, measured thrusts. Every movement was calculated, designed to maximize pleasure while minimizing pain. The intensity of the sensation increased with each thrust, and soon, the initial burning transformed into a wave of pleasure that ran through you from head to toe.

Your moans joined his, a chorus of sounds that filled the room. Your throbbing insides clenched around him, each contraction eliciting moans of pleasure from both of you. Aemond gradually increased the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper.

You felt the tension inside you grow, a delicious pressure that built with each movement. Your moans became louder, and your body arched towards him, seeking more contact, more intensity. A knot was forming in your belly, a buildup of pleasure that grew with each thrust. Finally, Aemond reached a specific spot inside you, causing you to come immediately.

Your muscles clenched and you overflowed, the overwhelming pleasure enveloping your body. Aemond continued to move inside you, his own moans of pleasure echoing through the room. A few seconds later, he reached his own climax, spilling his seed inside you.

Both were left breathing heavily, their bodies intertwined as the intensity of the moment began to dissipate. Carefully, Aemond eased himself out of you and settled next to you, wrapping his arms around you in a protective gesture.

You laid your head on his chest, feeling how tiredness gradually invaded you. Aemond covered you both with a soft blanket, his large hands running over your back in a calming and protective gesture. The warmth of his body and the constant rhythm of his breathing provided a feeling of security that enveloped you completely.

"Rest, my love," he said softly, his voice filled with an unexpected tenderness. You let sleep guide you, your heavy eyelids closing as you snuggled closer to him. In the tranquility of that moment, with the sound of his heart beating beneath your ear, you fell into a deep, restful sleep.

[boybandbaby]

The Sweet Escape Part IX

911 AU (Prince!Evan Buckley x Fem!Baker!Reader)

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word count: 2887

warnings/tags: mentions of being caught getting freaky, heart to hearts - talking about deceased mother/brother, talks about physical assault, as always if I missed something lmk

note: the poem that Buck recites is poem #116 by r.h Sin

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To say dinner with your grandma after getting caught doing naughty things in her bakery was awkward, was a total understatement. Buck’s face was red the entire time and he kept stuttering apologies throughout the meal.

He had informed you both that he was actually going to be staying with Eddie so your grandma wouldn’t have to worry about any late night rendezvous.

She laughed as she hugged him goodbye and gave him a stern warning about using protection. Buck left with his tail between his legs, not before giving you the sweetest kiss known to man.

“Tomorrow, we’re going on a date.” He informed you.

“Are we now?” You play with the hem of his shirt, swaying side to side.

“I already spoke with your grandma and I’ve got your shift covered. I’ll come and help you both in the morning and I’ll have some friends come and handle everything throughout the day.” He details his plan before leaving.

You head to your room, feeling giddy about tomorrow. You can’t remember the last time you had a day off or did anything special for yourself.

“I’m not very happy with you but I know you’re a smart young woman. I’m very happy for you.” Your grandma stands at the doorway.

“I’m really sorry. We just got carried away.” You bite your lip. “It won’t happen again.”

“I hope not but I was young once too.” She laughs, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Get some rest.” She pats your knee.

You place your hand over hers. “Thanks grandma. How have you been feeling?”

“More tired lately but having Albert and Buck help out has been a relief. I’m thinking we might need to hire someone else now that you have your own life.”

“I’m not leaving the bakery or anything.” You reassure.

“I know but you’ve been working nonstop for the last 10 years, you haven’t gotten to live your life and be a kid or young lady. You had to step up when your mom died and it’s not fair.”

You wipe your eyes and shrug. “We didn’t really have a choice.”

“I know. I’m still sorry about it.” She smiles softly. “She would be very proud of the woman you’ve become.”

“You think so?”

“I do. I also think she’d love Buck.” She laughs. “He’s hard not to like.”

“He is! It used to make me mad how much I wanted to dislike him.” You laugh with her.

“I’m really really happy for you.” She brings you in for a hug. “Now, go to sleep. You’ve got a date tomorrow.”

“Alright.” You kiss her cheek. “Thank you.”

She nods before shutting your light off. You shuffle under the covers and sigh dreamily.

You wake feeling excited and happy. You can’t wait to see Buck and what he has in store for today. He’s already downstairs with your grandma and two more voices.

With furrowed brows, you enter the kitchen, fresh apron tied on your body. “Good morning?”

“Hi!” Maddie and Chimney chirp.

“Hi, baby.” Buck smiles, wide and eyes crinkling. “How did you sleep?”

“Great, and you?”

“Hardly got any. Couldn’t wait to see you today.” He wraps his arms under yours and around your back. “Missed you.”

“I missed you. What’s going on?” You whisper.

“Maddie wanted to mend things with me.” He catches your confusion as he whispers against your forehead. “I’ll tell you later but anyways, they’re going to take the bread to the palace today.”

“Oh, that’s interesting and very helpful.”

“I know.” He shrugs. “I have to go run some errands but I’ll be back in two hours to pick you up.”

“Wait, what should I wear?” You hold onto his forearm as he stands a few inches away.

“We’ll be outdoors but nothing too crazy. Just wear something comfortable.”

“Buck, that’s not specific at all!” You laugh.

“You’ll look pretty in anything you wear. Wear whatever you want. I’ve got to go.” He kisses your knuckles, then pulls you in to kiss your lips. “Two hours okay?” You nod.

“Here’s your change, have a good day.” You place the nickel and penny in the older man’s hand. He walks through the open door being held by Eddie.

“Hey Eddie!” You smile. “Is this your son?”

“It is. This is Chris.” He wraps an arm around Chris’ shoulders. “Looks like we’re working here today.”

“Buck promised us pie.” Chris informs. You and Eddie laugh.

“You’re welcome to eat whatever you want while you work.” You usher Eddie over. “Here are the aprons. I can show you where everything else is.”

You show Eddie how to work the register and give him a list of prices for each pastry. You instruct him to replace desserts when each basket or display tray gets low.

“Okay, seems easy enough.” He supplies. “I’m glad you came around, y/n.” You tilt your head. “I’m glad you gave Buck a chance. He’s had a crush on you for years.”

“Oh… he kind of grows on you.” You joke.

“I’m happy for you both.”

“Thank you, Eddie. Means a lot.”

“You better get going, don’t want to keep Buck waiting.” He winks.

You run upstairs to change from your cream colored apron and brown dress to a sage green skirt and cream colored cardigan. After spritzing yourself with your favorite body mist and checking yourself in the mirror, you head back downstairs.

When you get outside, you see Buck all ready to pick you up. He looks heavenly in his khaki pants, a white t shirt and a brown vest over it.

“Hi, handsome.” You put a hand over your eyes to block out the sun.

“Hi, gorgeous. I love this color on you.” He beams. “These are for you.”

He hands you a long stemmed bouquet of red chrysanthemums tied together is a white ribbon. He leans forward to kiss your lips, his now empty hand caressing your arm. His other arm is bent with a blanket draped over his forearm and a basket in his hand.

“You didn’t have to get me flowers. I didn’t bring anything for you.” You gasp.

“You agreeing to this date is more than enough for me.”

“Buck…this is too much.” You smell the flowers.

“This is nothing. Come on. I’ve got plans for us.” His hand runs down your arm and links your fingers together. Your bodies are like magnets as you walk beside each other through town.

You’re quiet as you make your way to the local park. “You seem nervous.”

“I am a little bit but more so flustered. Your arms look really nice in that shirt.” You lean your head on his bicep as you peer at him.

“You’re making me blush.” He confesses. “You’re too sweet.”

“You’re handsome.” You kiss his bicep. “What’s in the basket?”

“You’re always so impatient.” He jokes, “I promise we’re almost there.” Buck finds you a secluded area and sets down the blanket. You thread the bunch of flowers through the top of the basket and help him open the blanket before setting it on the patch of grass.

“I’ve never been here before. You?”

“I used to come here a lot when I was a kid. Usually when I needed to get away from everything, you know? I could come and clear the thoughts in my head.” He admits.

“Thank you for sharing it with me. Let’s sit?”You pull his hand and sit crisscrossed next to him. Your knees bump as you settle.

“Thank you for coming with me today. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Buck cups your jaw with one hand, bringing your lips together. You break apart and rest your foreheads together.

“Thank you for believing in us, Buck. And thank you for believing in you. You’re going to be amazing in whatever you decide to do and I hope you’ll let me be beside you in your journey.”

“You’re the only one I want by my side. Ever.” He breathes. “I actually have some news.” He opens the basket and begins handing you items to take out. You set them down on the blanket around you both.

“Good or bad news?” You raise a brow at him.

“Good, I think. I had an interview today for an open position as a substitute teacher. It’s part time so I’ll still be able to help around the bakery too. I’ll find out if I get the position sometime later this week.”

“Buck!” You lunge toward him to hug him. “That’s incredible. I’m so happy for you. Oh my god.”

“I wanted to tell you sooner but I didn’t want to jinx anything.” He shrugs, lying back and pulling you with him, his arms around your waist.

You use his chest to push up and straddle him. “So, what subject will you be teaching or is it just filling in for anything? What grade of students?”

“I don’t know specifics really. I do know it’s for the elementary school.” He places his hands behind his head.

“Buck, this is amazing. How did you hear about the position?” You lean over to grab a bowl of fruit. “Want some?”

He nods and open his mouth. You drop a blueberry into his mouth. “I just walked over there and asked what they had open. If I get the position, they are willing to work with me to get me in a program so I can get teaching credits while I work.”

“I’m so proud of you.” You poke his cheek. He closes his eyes, face ridden with shyness. “Hopefully once I have income, I’ll start looking at getting my own place but obviously I have to start small.”

You shift uncomfortably and he immediately notices, shifting to sit up on his elbows. “What happened just now? Did I say something?”

You shake your head, throwing your leg off of him and sitting beside him again. “I wanted to talk to you about something but I know it’s going to upset you but I think you deserve to know.”

“Everything okay?”

“Your mom came by yesterday.” You fiddle with your fingers.

“When?” He dips his head down to try and meet your eyes.

“Maybe around lunch time. She uh, pulled me aside and tried to give me money.”

“Did she say why?” He stills your fingers by gripping your hands softly.

“She wanted you to be financially stable and taken care of. I gave it back to her and left.”

“I’m so sorry about her. I wish she would just let me go. She says she cares about me but she doesn’t excecute it.” He sighs. “God, it got so bad today at the palace. I got… physical with my dad. He said something and it set me off. I got so mad with Maddie too. She always wants me to see the good in them and she urged me to talk to them. I didn’t want to and look how it went.”

“Maddie is going through her own things with them too. Don’t be so hard on her. She loves you. She probably feels stuck between wanting to support you and wanting to keep the peace.”

“I know. I love her, she’s one of my best friends. I just wish she would stand up to my parents too. Not just for me but for herself.”

“What did your dad say?” You pry. “Was it about me?”

“It’s nothi-“

“It was wasn’t it?” He looks down and nods. “I want you to know that I’m well aware of my financial circumstances and that while I’m not struggling, I can’t give you expensive things. I can only promise to love you and try to be the best partner to you.”

“Y/n, I don’t care about money. I love being with you, money or not.” He reassures. “I don’t need a 52 room palace or a brand new car. We could live in a box and I’d still be so happy because at least I’d be living with you.”

“That’s so cheesy, Buckley.” You laugh. “Does the palace really have 52 rooms?”

“No, it has about 33.”

“Ooh, big difference.” You roll your eyes.

He laughs, “oh, I actually brought some stuff for us to paint. If you’d like?”

“Of course, yeah.” You smile and watch as he opens the basket to grab paints, brushes, and two small canvases.

You two sit comfortably in silence aside from Buck snacking on some chips and a sandwich. “What are you painting?” He peers over to see your canvas.

“An azalea. They were my mom’s favorite. She used to buy them all the time.”

“Why were they her favorite?”

“She received them a lot from family and friends when she was sick. She said they were a symbol of resilience and gifted to those battling illness. She also said they resembled the cycle of life and embodied the spirit of motherly love. I don’t know if I believe all of that but I always thought they were pretty. I miss her.”

“Tell me about her?”

“She was beautiful. Inside and out. She had a huge heart and always put others first. She gave the best hugs.” You set your brush down on a napkin.

“Is that what you miss most about her?” Buck rubs a hand up and down your back.

“Yeah, her hugs always made me feel better. Safe. Loved.”

“You give the best hugs. I think you got it from her.” He squeezes your hip.

“Yeah?”

“Your hugs could heal a broken heart.”

“Oh stop.” You scoff and push him away from you.

“I’m serious. You hug with everything in you.”

“She always told me to hug like it’s the last time I’ll ever see someone.” You’re silent before you begin to cry, covering your face with both hands. “I’m sorry. This is so embarassing.”

“It’s not. You miss her. It’s okay to cry.” He says softly, pulling you into him and keeping a gentle hold on your bicep.

“Would you ever like to come with me to her grave?” You turn to look at him.

“You’d want me to?” He cups your cheeks.

“Of course I would. She may not be alive but you’ve still got to meet her.”

“Then I’ll be there.” He wipes your cheeks. “You know, when I got physical with my father yesterday, it was the first time I’ve ever felt like I might turn out like him and that scared me. I went to visit Daniel’s grave and I just broke down. Told him I missed him and loved him and hated him for leaving me”.

“What was he like? Aside from all the royal duties and stuff.” You pull Buck’s hands from your face and run your thumbs over his knuckles.

“He was always so confident. I’m sure it had to do with his good looks but he was always so sure of himself. When we were younger we’d always pull pranks on the palace staff and cause trouble but as we got older, he got pulled away by my parents. Maddie and I were always really close but we leaned on each other a lot because we both felt neglected when Daniel got sick and all the attention was on him.” Buck sighs. “And now the attention is all on me and not how I want it to be.”

“I’m sorry.” You lean in to kiss his cheek, “I wish I could say more but I’m not the best at comforting people.”

“You being here and listening will always be enough.” He rests his cheek on top of your head as you snuggle up next to him. “I think he was exactly what dad pictured as the perfect King. I think that’s why he gets so mad with me sometimes. I’m not perfect, far from it.” He confesses.

“You’re perfect to me.”

“Now, look who’s cheesy.” He laughs, moving the paints and drying canvases. He stretches out his legs, crossing them at the ankles. He leans back on his palms, staring up at the sky. “It’s such a nice day today.”

“It is. I’m glad you asked me to come out. I don’t remember the last time I had a day off to just exist and relax.” You slink down and rest your head on his thigh. “It feels so nice.”

“You know, I read this poem onc-“

“You read poetry?” You can’t help but cut him off, learning something new.

“I dabble.” He shrugs. “It reminds me of us right now. It says - real love is peaceful, not draining, you are to find rest when in the arms of your lover.”

You feel your cheeks flush and butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Is that what we are? Lovers?”

“We are whatever you want us to be but I can tell you what I want us to be.” He taunts sweetly.

“And what’s that, Buckley?” You sit up, turning to him with a mischievous smile.

“I’d like for us to be officially, exclusively partners. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Is that something you would want?” It comes out timid.

“Of course I want that, Buck. I want nothing more.” Buck responds with a tender yet passionate kiss that steals your breath away. “I love you.”

“I love you more…girlfriend.” He smirks against your lips.

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Too Young, Too Late

I have a lot of Thoughts about the literal “bruised ego” headcanon and one of them is that it only started happening to Roman when Thomas learned that phrase. When the bruising gets particularly bad, Roman regresses into a young child who doesn’t know the phrase, and it gives him time to heal. He always finds Remus because he’s the one side Roman feels safe around, and Remus gets concerned when Roman starts showing up younger and younger, because it means Roman’s getting more and more hurt. …Ideally with a happy ending? – anon

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Warnings: none

Pairings: none

Word Count: 2887

The first time it happens, Remus almost doesn't notice.

 

Tee first time it happens, Remus almost doesn't notice.

Granted, they're at that stage of being children where differentiating between one year and the next is more an arbitrary celebration of time passing rather than any concrete and meaningful differences, but still. One year older is one year! That's one more year of messing around in the Imagination, one more year of getting all their ideas out in the vast playground that never stops growing, one year closer to getting to play with the monsters and all the really fun stuff.

But when Roman shows up one day and he looks…shinier than Remus, well, Remus has a few questions.

"I'm fine," Roman says quickly, shoving his way past Remus into the Imagination. "Let's just play! Come on, I want to do things today that aren't stand around like a—a—"

"Moping moor fox?"

"Yeah! Like that!" Roman stops short a few paces away. "What's a moor fox?"

"Let's go find out!"

As the twins dash forward, the Imagination grows darker, denser, a thick blanket of fog rolling in from over the hills. The ground grows vivid in contrast, almost a vibrant green—Remus's favorite—and small pools of water wink from the fading sunlight. Soon they have to conjure boots and coats for themselves—well, Roman does, Remus just shrieks in joy and barrels through the mud. They come to a stop at the edge of a larger hill, peering over as the moor takes shape around them.

"Where are we?"

"We're on a moor! Now we just have to find a fox!"

"Do foxes live on moors?"

"I dunno, let's see if we can find one!"

And they're off again, racing over the grass. Remus quickly pulls ahead, which is…surprising, to say the least. Roman was beating him handily as recently as yesterday, maybe he's planning a trick? But when he glances behind, he sees Roman stumbling—stumbling—to try and keep up with him. He slows to a halt, waiting.

"Sorry, sorry!" Roman says with his bright smile when he eventually catches up with Remus. "I'm coming, I swear!"

Remus takes a good, hard look at him. "Where's the scar?"

"The what?"

"The scar." Remus points to his own hairline where, up until today, apparently, Roman had a thin white line where he'd fallen from his dragon. "Where'd it go?"

"Oh." Roman shuffles, kicking a stone over. "I'm younger today."

"You're what?"

"Younger. I'm not—I'm not as old as you today."

Remus blinks. "Oh. Uh, why?"

Roman stares at him for a long moment. Then he shoves him into a mud puddle and takes off, shrieking. Remus shakes himself off and dashes after him, cackling like mad.

2.

The second time, he definitely knows something's wrong.

For one, they're a lot older. They're now pretty firmly in high school, where age is a lot more important and appearances are…well, to everyone else, they apparently mean a whole lot. Which is why when Roman turns up as a child to their weekly meetings in Remus's room, he's not quite sure what to make of it.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Roman says, cuddling Remus's plush octopus to his chest, "I just wanna do what we normally do."

"I don't know if you're tall enough to ride the cyclone right now, squirt."

Roman scowls, which just looks like the most adorable pout in the world and Remus just has to pounce on his brother to tickle the snot out of him. Roman shrieks and wriggles and isn't anywhere near strong enough to fight Remus off like this, so he lets him up after a few minutes, but he's still got his little frowny face on under there and that, well, that just won't do.

"Talk to me, Roro," Remus says quietly, opening his arms to let Roman crawl into them. "What's going on? Why're you all sad sack today?"

Roman fiddles with the buttons on his chest. "I just find it easier this way."

"Squirt-sized?"

"Yeah."

Now, see, that's the second thing. Remus is, and he's very proud of this, exactly one inch taller than Roman. And yes, he does hold this fact over his head any chance he gets, which is quite often, and often quite literally. So when he pokes fun at Roman's height and Roman just agrees? Something's wrong.

"You gotta tell me what it is that's bothering you, Roro. That's how I can help."

"No."

Remus raises an eyebrow. "No? What do you mean, 'no?'"

"I don't wanna tell you."

"Okay. Why don't you wanna tell me?"

Roman shrugs, looking resolutely away from Remus. He frowns, pulling Roman close enough to tuck his chin over his shoulder. He rubs his back a few times, hoping that the comfort will help break through whatever wall Roman's made to keep this from Remus, but there's nothing for it. Roman just sighs and melts into a little princely puddle over Remus's shoulder and snuffles into the octopus.

"Well," Remus mumbles, "if you think of a way I can help, will you tell me?"

"You help like this."

"I do?"

"Yeah. You're my brother. You're Creativity too. You know everything."

"I don't know about that, squirt."

"You do," Roman says, quieter now, and it's pinging even more of Remus's danger sense, "you do, though."

That's a conversation they're gonna revisit when Roman is big again, because it's just worrying enough for it to not be teasing material. For now, though, he's got an upset baby brother in his arms and he needs to take care of him, so he squeezes his sides until Roman giggles and then throws on their favorite movies so they can rest and relax for the rest of the day.

Even if the thing itching at the back of his mind keeps whispering that he's missing something really important.

3.

It takes until the third time for him to figure out what's actually going on.

He wasn't there the moment Roman changed, but he was there to see the massive fucking bruise blooming over the side of Roman's ribs. Granted, he didn't see the bruise itself, because Roman was clothed, thank the Kraken, but he'd be a neglectful older brother if he didn't recognize the way Roman flinched, hissed, and went to put his hand to his side before realizing that hey, you know, they're not alone right now and signaling that he was hurt wasn't the smartest thing to do right now.

The thing that caused Roman to get a really bad bruise? Oh, just Virgil.

Yeah. You heard him.

Virgil.

Virgil, who wouldn't stop calling him dumb. Wouldn't stop saying he's stupid. Wouldn't stop making comments like not a thought in that big head of yours and you think Princey's over there thinking of things? and he's never met a brain cell in his life. Virgil, who saw Roman getting frustrated and told him to stop trying to think, it's painful to watch.

Roman is many things. Roman is not dumb. Roman is really fucking smart, and Remus is damn fucking sure that none of the others have any idea how smart Roman actually is because they never take the fucking time to actually listen to him when he talks.

So when Roman shows up to his room later, a little squirt again, Remus just scoops him into his arms and carries him into the Imagination.

The Imagination blooms around them, creating a massive sprawling garden out behind Remus's castle. The dark sky ripples with the promise of thunder, bruised purple clouds mixing with the soft grays of coming rain as the flowers bloom vivid and violent against bright green grass. Roman's little fingers wind into his collar, his other hand reaching out to brush the branches of the flowering trees as they walk by. Sweet-smelling blossoms greet them as they make their way toward the hedge maze, small creatures darting about underfoot as the brush rustles.

"They're wrong," Remus murmurs as Roman trails his fingers along the hedge, "you're not dumb, Roro. You're not stupid. They're the stupid ones who don't know what the hell they're talking about."

"But Logan agreed."

"Logan can be wrong too. Remember how he was sure he got that math question right and then he didn't? Logan isn't right all the time."

"But Logan's smarter than me."

Remus bites his tongue. "Logan is better at some things than you are, yeah, sure. But Logan can't do what you do either. Logan isn't smart the way you are, but that doesn't mean you're not smart."

"Patton doesn't think I'm smart either," Roman says in a small voice, "neither does—I don't think Thomas thinks I'm smart too."

"Well, they're all wrong. I think you're smart and I know everything."

Roman giggles. "You don't know everything, Re."

"Oh? You sure? Tell me something I don't know, then."

Roman hums and thinks to himself as they keep walking through the maze. Which gives Remus plenty of time to figure out how to get back at those assholes who keep hurting his brother.

4.

Logan's the one who says the phrase first.

Bruised Ego.

Remus has to bite his tongue and shove his hands behind his back to keep from reacting super obviously when all he wants to do is scream and jump and throw something. Because that's it. That's why Roman keeps getting beat all to hell when the others are mean to him—which is often, because these people are assholes—and why he keeps trying to hide it. Which pisses Remus off to no end, but he can't fault Roman for doing it.

Because why the fuck would he reveal how easy it is to hurt him to people who seem to really enjoy hurting him?

He keeps his room open to Roman for as long as he can when he goes into the Imagination. He knows Roman will come to him eventually, even if that means a portal opens up right above his head and he's dropped a wonderful squirming pile of baby Ro.

Wait.

Baby Ro?

Roman's not even the age he was when they first learned that phrase. He's tiny. Kraken egg sack tiny. Remus can hold him with one arm tiny. And you know what, the razor-sharp rocks he's walking over right now are not the place for this precious little anomaly, so he quickly poofs himself over to the glow stone bushes and plops down with his baby bro in his lap.

"Hey, squirt," he says softly, smiling as Roman giggles and coos at him, "you had a bad day today, huh?"

Roman's smile dims a little. He nods, shuffling forward until he can bury his cold little nose in Remus's neck. Remus wraps his arms around him and holds him tight, rocking him back a forth. A soft chime comes from overhead and several pixies flutter over to see what the new creatures are doing. He feels Roman lift a hand up, burbling in awe as the pixies dart about his chubby little fingers.

"That's it, Roro," he murmurs, still rocking him, "you just sit with me and be all happy, okay? I'm not gonna let anything hurt you right now, you hear me? Not a damn thing."

His brother is hurt. His brother is hurting. Something hurt Roman so bad that he felt the need to become a baby again, just so that he could be cared for, and Remus is going to kill something.

(He doesn't find out what it was that made Ro so hurt. That's probably for the best.)

5.

Sometimes he doesn't find Roman in time.

Sometimes he ends up finding little pockets of the Imagination that are too cleverly hidden for anyone but him and Roman to spot. A wall that isn't entirely solid, a convenient patch of foliage that's just a little too dense. A rippling pool that ripples just too perfectly in time with a duck swimming over the surface.

He doesn't always get to Roman when he needs him most, and so the Imagination hides him.

He wishes it didn't have to, but he's grateful for it anyway.

+1.

Remus opens the door and blinks.

"…Ro?"

"Will you help me?" Roman asks in a quiet voice, as though Remus would do anything but drop everything to help his brother when he shows up beaten to shit and bleeding.

"Get the fuck in here," Remus growls, quickly making sure no nosy snakes are lingering in the hall. "Sit on the desk."

Roman winces as he sits, one hand holding his side, the other resting shakily on the wood. Remus snaps out a first-aid kit and starts gently moving Roman's shirt out of the way so he can see everything. Shit, it's really fucking bad right now. Purples and yellows bloom all over his ribs—probably just because those are the colors that bruises go, but Remus has a sneaking suspicion he knows which Sides caused these ones—and there's an angry red scrape all along one side. He rests his hand just near it and Roman's breath hitches.

"What happened, Roro?"

Roman swallows heavily as Remus starts in with bruise cream and soft hands. "We were talking about the project. I wanted to bring some stuff up but Logan—Logan kept on talking over me and acting like I wasn't giving anything useful."

"Want me to hit him?"

"No."

"Mm. Then what?"

"Then Janus and Virgil started calling me stupid again, and they kept bringing stuff up that I did when we were younger when I didn't—when we weren't—" he swallows— "when it wasn't all just work and I could play in the Imagination too."

"That's really fucking shitty of them."

"I didn't know what to do," Roman whispers, "every time I try to defend myself they just—they laugh at me or they make fun of me and I don't—I don't want to just be their punching bag, but I don't know how to tell them that without making it worse."

"Is that why you still haven't told them about this?" He runs his thumb lightly over one of the smaller bruises.

"Why the hell would I want to tell them how easy it is to hurt me?"

"Maybe they'll stop," but even as he says it, he doesn't believe it. Roman just scoffs.

"You know I tried to tell Logan and Patton once."

Remus does not, in fact, know that. He doesn't know that to such an extent that he actually stops and looks up at Roman. Roman isn't looking at him, he's looking off into space, but he's taken his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I tried to explain that it was hurting," he mumbles, "and Patton—Patton acted like he also got hurt when people were mean and I tried to say it wasn't the same, that he didn't understand, and then he got mad at me for saying that."

Remus has to grit his teeth to keep himself from launching into another rant about how Patton could say things with the best of intentions and fuck it up real bad.

"And Logan—Logan just told me I shouldn't take things so literally. Which is—"

"Ironic as fuck coming from his literal ass?"

"Yeah. But I went to show him how bad it was and he rolled his eyes and told me I could dress up all I wanted, he wasn't going to be swayed by it."

Remus takes one look at his beat-to-hell brother and has to remind himself that this is his priority right now, not kicking all the collective Mindscape ass over to Oliver's pond and letting the Kraken play with his new toys. He makes himself take a deep breath and lets it out slow, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Roman's. Roman's breath puffs warmly over his chin and he knocks their noses together.

"I'm glad you came to me," he whispers, "I'm really glad you're here, Roro."

"…you don't mind, right?"

"I didn't mind when you were a squirt, Ro-Bro, I sure as hell don't mind now."

"You're always safe, Re," Roman mumbles, his cheeks getting damp as he starts to cry, these fuckers made his brother cry— "I don't care what they say. You're—you're the only one here I can trust."

"Roro, I swear to god if you weren't fifty different shades of blue and purple right now I'd be trying to break your ribs."

"…in a good way, right?"

Remus just knocks their noses together again, kissing his forehead. "Of course in a good way, Roro. Now tell me all about the idea that you had so I can tell you how awesome you are."

Roman lights up with a little grin and Remus can and will fight to protect his little brother's happiness.

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The (only) one I love (Martin Ødegaard x Reader, ft Rúben Dias)

**After posting this Rúben imagine, I got a request to do something similar but with Ødegaard. And this is what I came up with. There is a little Rúben cameo and...he might not be that great in this story but oh well 😅 enjoy!! ❤️**

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Jealousy was a very bad companion. It was an irrational feeling that made people say and do very stupid things. No one wanted to feel jealous. And yet…

“You’re going to Manchester?”

“Yes. Just for the weekend”, you said, not noticing the way Martin looked at you. “It’d be fun to see everyone”.

“Sure”.

“You ok? Worried you’ll miss me too much?”, you teased.

“Yeah, that’s it”.

Even if Martin’s smile didn’t convince you fully that it was only that, you let it slide. It was true that you hadn’t spent that much time together lately but you really needed some time away to catch up with your friends and that work trip was a great option to do just that.

Your year studying abroad in Lisbon turned into a job at Benfica, which then led you to your job at City. There, your good relationship with Mikel Arteta made you take his offer of working with him at Arsenal. You were extremely happy in London but you missed Manchester. And especially, the Portuguese boys. You had already worked with Rúben when he still played for Benfica. And once at City, you became friends with Bernardo almost as easily.

The season had been a strange one for you. Arsenal were doing so well but City was always behind, ready to take any opportunity to go back to the top of the table. It was sort of ideal in a way. If Arsenal won, your team won. But if they didn’t, your former team would win. Your friends would win.

Someone who didn’t see it that way was Martin. Even if you had an unspoken rule of not dating players, once you met Martin, that rule banished. You were charmed by his personality the second you talked to him and you already thought he was really cute before meeting him in person, so…

“Let’s go to the match!”

Once you got to the stadium, it was time to separate from Martin. He had been pretty quiet on the ride to the stadium but you didn’t worry much about it. It wasn’t that unusual for him to be like that.

“Good luck, my love”, you said, kissing him and hugging him tightly. You knew how nervous he got before matches and how much your good wishes meant to him.

Despite all the silly thoughts in his mind, your hug made him relax. You were there with him. And he trusted you. There was no reason to be jealous. And yet…

**

Another bad result for Arsenal, while City kept winning all of their matches, meant Martin was pretty upset after the match. He loved being a captain, even if he was still so young. But bad results were harder to digest because of that extra responsibility.

He was waiting for you to be done with work, sitting inside the car, lost in thoughts of what could have been done better.

"Hey!"

Hearing your voice made him turn his body completely to hug you. You barely had time to sit down but didn't mind. Martin needed you.

"Please don't go to Manchester", he muttered against your neck.

"Why?"

He looked up realising he had said that out loud. He couldn't tell you about his jealousy. You wouldn't understand. And it wouldn't be fair to you, because you had done nothing wrong.

"I just…I need you here with me".

"I can come back a day earlier but I need to go. There's work stuff that I need to do there".

"Of course. I'm just being stupid and needy. Stay there as long as you want to".

He shook his head and got ready to drive but you took his hand to stop him.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"No", he smiled. "Let's go home".

                                     **

"This is ridiculous", whispered Martin, putting his phone down and his hands on his face.

"What's wrong, bro?", asked Bukayo when he saw his captain's actions.

"I'm stupid. That's what's wrong".

"You're not. Did you see something on your phone that upset you? Is your family ok?"

"Yeah, they are good, don't worry. It's just…", he didn't know how to say it without sounding silly so he took the phone and showed Bukayo.

"I don't get…oh. Don't be jealous, mate. She'd never do that".

"I know", he sighed. "That's why I feel stupid. But look at the comments".

Bukayo did and understood his teammate a bit better. So many people talking about what a great couple you and Rúben Dias made. On a previous post with photos of you two, even one of Rúben's friends commented about it…and Rúben liked the post. Martin couldn't stand it anymore. But he couldn't ask you to stop being friends with him. It wasn't fair.

By the time you got back from Manchester, Martin had convinced himself that not looking at any of your posts was the best idea. He was the type of boyfriend who always liked your posts and left some sort of comment. Even if it was just a heart emoji. So people noticed the change but he didn't care.

"Honey, I'm home!"

You didn't even have time to fully close the door before Martin got there and lifted you to hug you.

"Missed me?"

"Barely", he joked before kissing you. "I thought we could go out for dinner. But if you're tired, I can cook or order something".

"Let's order. I'm shattered. I just want to shower, put on my pajamas and cuddle with my favourite boy".

"That's a good plan", he said, smiling and pecking your lips again.

Martin's smile didn't leave his face while he walked with you to your room. But then you took your hoodie off and he saw it wasn't one he had seen before.

"Did you go shopping while in Manchester?"

"No. Why? Did you expect a souvenir?"

He laughed at your joke, still looking at the hoodie. "Where did this come from then?"

"Rúben", you said, casually. "I was clumsy enough to get sauce on my jacket so he gave me his hoodie to wear".

"That's nice of him".

You smiled at your boyfriend before getting inside the shower, not seeing his face. Not guessing all the thoughts that were going through his mind at that moment.

                                     **

The weeks passed and it was time for Martin's most dreaded match. City at the Etihad.

"Hello traitor", he heard someone say when he was on his way to the dressing room. And he knew that voice.

When he turned to look at Rúben, he saw you hugging him and laughing. He would have stared for hours but a slap on his back woke him up from his daydreaming of how he could murder a Portuguese defender.

"Hey, good to see you", said Erling.

"Yeah, same".

But Martin kept looking in your direction and Erling noticed.

"Who's that?"

"My girlfriend".

"Right…I heard about her. She used to work here".

Martin nodded, hearing your laugh he loved so much but that he couldn't enjoy now because of who was the reason you were laughing.

"I better go. Good luck".

"Good luck to you too".

Martin started to walk faster and you noticed him leaving without getting his good luck hug.

"I need to go. See you later", you told Rúben before sprinting after your boyfriend.

The door to the dressing room closed behind him and you knew you couldn't get inside. The players knew you and probably wouldn't mind but you wanted to respect their privacy. So when you saw another player walking towards the door, you knew it was your best chance.

"Aaron, can you tell Martin to come out for a second?"

"It's time for the coach's talk but then we'll go out again to warm up".

"Yes, but I need to go to work myself and I have to tell him something important…".

"Ok".

Checking your phone you noticed you couldn't wait there longer than 5 minutes. But luckily, the door opened again and it was Martin who got out.

"Hey, I didn't get to wish you good luck".

"No, you were too busy".

"What does that even mean?"

"I have to go back inside. The captain can't miss the team talk".

"Are you mad at me?"

No, he was mad at himself.

"Martin…".

"We'll talk later".

None of you could concentrate well on your jobs after that. And every city goal only made the situation worse.

After the match, a lot of City players surrounded their former teammate Zinchenko. But you were surrounded only by two City players, Rúben and Bernardo.

"Who's going to win the league, then?", laughed Bernardo. You had been joking about it all season.

"I don't care", you said and they were surprised by the way you reacted.

"Don't be a sore loser", said Rúben, putting his arm around your shoulders. And when you looked up, you saw Martin looking at you two. And finally, finally, you understood why he behaved the way he did sometimes. Why he had behaved the way he did before the match.

Focusing on work was the best option for you and that's what you did. By the time you got to the plane, you hadn't talked to Martin and you planned on doing that when you got home. The last thing you needed was to make a scene in front of your bosses.

"Are you going to talk to me or just acting like a child is enough for you today?"

"You don't get it".

"I do, Martin. I do now. You're jealous of Rúben, which is the stupidest thing…".

"Is it stupid? Ask him if it’s stupid! I trust you but I don't trust him at all".

"So I can't be friends with men then?", he was being so ridiculous…you couldn't believe it. He wasn't like that normally.

"You're friends with my Arsenal teammates and it's fine. You're friends with Silva too and it's fine. But Dias…he likes you. Don't deny it".

"If you trusted me as much as you say you do, that wouldn't matter".

Martin noticed you didn't deny his claim. And he really hoped you would.

"I do, but it's hard. Put yourself in my shoes for a second".

Seeing his defeated look took some of your anger away. So you took his hand and walked with him to the sofa so you could sit and talk.

"Why is it hard? Explain it to me".

And so he started to name all the things that had made him jealous in the past, worried you'd laugh at him.

"And then they have to play against Madrid and you want them to win too, writing about it on social media".

"So? Why can't I support City in the Champions League? I won't next year when you play it".

"I played for Madrid. People talked about how my girlfriend was talking about wanting them to lose".

"They treated you like shit. People can't expect me to like them…".

"I guess", he sighed.

"What else?"

"Do you read the comments on your posts?"

That surprised you. Did he? You never did because being a woman in a male centric industry meant you got a lot of abuse on social media. So the best thing you could do was ignore all comments.

"No, why?"

"So you don't see how people ship you and Rúben every time you post about the other or when you interact in the comments"

"That's so stupid. I post a lot with Bernardo too. Why don't they ship me with him then?"

"He's in a relationship".

"So am I".

"Yeah…they don't care about that, apparently".

"Do you get comments about it?"

He nodded, picking up his phone and going to the last photo of you he posted. You read the comments and couldn't believe it. All the cheating accusations under your comment were bad enough. But all those comments about you and Rúben being a better couple…

"You should have told me earlier".

"And look like the idiot I am? I told you, I trust you. But it can be too much. He's taking my league title but he can't take you too".

"He won't".

You understood. And most importantly, you believed him when he said he trusted you.

After your talk, you two cuddled on the sofa. He needed you to be there for him and you needed to reassure him.

Between the match, the travelling and your argument, he was exhausted and fell asleep quickly. You moved him gently so his head could be on your lap and took your phone out and took a photo of him. He looked adorable.

Because of the argument, you hadn't had time to go through Instagram after the match. And you didn't know why, but you felt the need to go to your tagged photos.

One of the first you saw was of you and Rúben hugging. A City fan page had posted it and Rúben liked it. You were about to move to the next when the caption caught your attention.

"Please City, bring her back to the team so these two can be together. Dream couple! 😍"

Rúben like that? You definitely needed to talk to him but you couldn't tell Martin. He didn't need to see more comments like that. He was right when he said it was too much. You could only imagine how painful it would be to see those types of posts about him and another woman.

Looking down at him, you felt the need to do something. And so you opened the Instagram app again and posted the photo you took of Martin sleeping with his head on your lap on your stories.

"The (only) one I love 💕"

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Hi!! Can you please write Jack Thompson x female reader? Reader is a black widow who switched sides during the war and continues working with the SSR but Jack doesn’t know her history so he doesn’t take her seriously as an agent and treats her like a secretary. Then one day a group who they’re investigating breaks into the SSR office bc they need information so they take everyone hostage to get it. They are threatening all the agents then start threatening reader which causes Jack to get angry and protective. But then reader fights off all the enemy group and capture them. Jack and the rest of the office are super shocked, then you can decide how the story goes from there. Thank you!!!

ahhh I loved this one! thanks for requesting!

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pairing: Jack Thompson x Fem!Reader

word count: 2887

warnings: canon typical violence

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Sometimes, Y/N wishes she could live in one day.

The day she would pick would be the singular day she had in New York after escaping the Red Room, where she toured the city and for the first time in her life felt like a normal human. She had gone to a play, gotten a coffee, sat in Central Park and watched people taking their dogs for a walk. It was the best day of her life, no question about it.

"L/N! Here's the paperwork from the most recent closed case, it needs to be filed. Also, I think I'm feeling sandwiches for lunch, if you could get that started." Jack Thompson's grating voice reaches her ears, and Y/N has to close her eyes and take a deep breath to avoid grabbing his arm and dislocating it. He drops the folders on her desk, and she stares at her desk as she tries to rearrange her face into one that won't get her written up.

"Thompson," She blows out the breath, and then turns to him. "For the final time, I am not a secretary. If you would like someone to get you lunch and file your papers, perhaps you should ask an actual secretary, or even a lower ranking agent. But I have work to do, so get your own lunch and file your own papers." She picks up the folders and pushes them against his chest, and he narrows his eyes.

"I was unaware there were lower ranking agents." He tells her, and all she can do is blink at him.

"Perhaps you should learn more about the company you work for then." She simply says, then goes back to the work she was doing. She wishes she could do field work, but part of the deal she made with the SSR when they got her the job was that there would be no field work for her. She was not to give any indication at all that she was once a Black Widow, and being insanely well trained in combat would be a dead giveaway. Her file officially says she had an injury years ago that impacts her mobility.

"I want to applause." Peggy says from her desk, which of course is right next to Y/N's. Y/N is secretly jealous of the only other female in the office, because even though it's not often, she can at least go on field missions. Peggy is able to push and fight for herself, where Y/N has to pick and chose her battles even more than regular women.

Plus, Y/N knows Peggy has kissed Captain America, and Y/N would give anything to have done that.

"I'm sure that would just make steam come out of his ears." She tells her roomate; of course, the SSR had put the only two women in the same complex. Y/N didn't mind; it was nice to have one friend, and Peggy was a great one.

"I would pay to see that." Peggy tells her, making Y/N chuckle lightly.

"Are you girls going to jabber all day, or are you going to actually get to work?" Jack asks from across the office. Seems he's still peeved about what Y/N said. She breathes deeply once more, knowing she can't say anything back. This is how her life has to be, because of her past that she didn't even chose.

"Well, Jack, if you wanted to join that bad, you can just say." Peggy says back, and Y/N smiles. The two look at each other and share a soft look before getting back to work.

Y/N can't help the small voice in the back of her head that hopes something fun happens in the office, just so she doesn't die of boredom.

~

Despite knowing the voice was there, she never actually wanted this to happen. She almost feels responsible when it does, frowning at the agents who are actually high clearance secretaries.

It had been a normal day. Y/N and Peggy had gotten up and gotten ready, Y/N making breakfast that morning for the two of them. They walked to the office together, and sat at their desks as if it were a normal day.

And then the mafia that the office had been investigating broke into the office, guns held up. Y/N's eyes widened, and her heart started to race; not with fear, but with adrenaline of knowing what to do. She had been waiting for this.

"Nobody move." The man in the front said into the silence. Everyone was frozen, and Y/N was trying to wipe the smile off her face. She would wait for the right time, obviously, but she knew a lot about this mafia. She was sure they wouldn't actually kill any of the agents - they didn't want to draw that kind of attention to themselves. They were here for their files. They wanted to scare the SSR into not investigating them.

"Follow me," One of the men on the side said with a smirk.

"Anyone tries anything funny, you're getting a bullet." The main guy said. Y/N looked over at Peggy as they stood. Peggy looked a little worried, but not as much as some of the agents, who were close to soiling their pants.

"We have to do something." Peggy whispers as everyone files out of the desks and starts to walk down the hallway.

"I have a plan." Y/N tells her softly, walking into the interrogation room.

"You do?" Peggy basically mouths it, not wanting it to be heard over the squeaks of shoes.

"The beginnings of one." Y/N said quietly as she smirks and sits.

"No talking." The man points his gun at Y/N, and she briefly grapples with looking scared before she just decides on a neutral face. She knows they won't shoot her, at least not in a fatal place, and she's taken bullets before. The leader takes Chief Dooley, leaving the rest of the office in the interrogation room with only two guys. The rest were in the halls and looking for other files that they would be destroying. Y/N was waiting for this; she could take these guys, then work her way to the main office. Once she got one of their guns, it wouldn't be too difficult. She just needed to make sure that none of her coworkers got hurt.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jack grabs her arm as she shifts to stand, and she can't help but turn and give him a murderous look. She hadn't even realized he was right next to her.

"Trying to save our asses!" She whispers, shaking off his arm.

"What's so interesting over here?" One of the men asks, swiping their gun across to where Jack and Y/N are sitting. Neither of them speak, and Y/N tries to sit back down without making it too obvious that she was about to overtake them.

"Nothing." Jack says quietly, hands out placatingly.

"Seems like something, since you two can't shut the fuck up." The man cocked his head, and Y/N grit her teeth. She knew she'd have to catch them off guard, and she couldn't risk Jack trying to grab her. "You have such a pretty mouth. Too bad you don't know how to use it." He kneels down, and she just blinks at him.

This clearly upsets him.

"Ya know," He grabs her face, and she tries not to flinch. "You could put that mouth to good use. I could teach you." He's smirking, and she resists the urge to roll her eyes. If she can just hold out, she can get rid of him in a few short minutes.

"It was my fault." Jack says, and this causes' Y/N's eyes to widen. She can't turn to look at him due to the hand on her chin, but she wants to hit him. Why is he talking right now?

"I don't think I asked you." The man growls, tilting his head but not letting go of Y/N's chin. His grip does loosen slightly, but Y/N needs to see where the other man is before she starts her plan.

"If you're gonna punish anyone, you should punish me." Jack starts to stand, sticking his neck out - literally - and moving toward Y/N and the man in front of her.

"Okay, tough guy," The man lets go of her, and she's confused for a moment at why Jack is doing this for her. He's protecting her. "You wanna take the blame?" He doesn't look like he's just going to grab Jack's jaw.

"What are you doing?" Y/N whispers, heart dropping. She has to do something, because the mobster is grabbing for his gun. She doesn't have time to make sure the other one doesn't have his out, or plan the best attack, because all she sees now is Jack being shot by this man when she could have prevented it.

Y/N shoots up, kicking the man's gun out of his hand before he knows what's going on and using the inertia to punch him in the face - hard. The other one turns, and she doesn't get to him before he fires his gun; luckily, she hits his arm with her own forearm to point it toward the ground, before she kicks her leg up and uses the momentum to flip herself, and consequently the mobster, over. Knee to his throat, she uses all of her might to bring down her elbow on his forehead, ricochetting his head against the concrete floor. The other mobster has gotten over his initial shock and comes at her, but she grabs his arm before he can hit her and dodges the immediate next punch. She twists his arm behind his back, a heeled foot kicking him to the ground. She puts all her weight on that foot while she grabs the heel off her other shoe, then uses the flat toe bottom to knock him once, twice, three times, until he finally closes his eyes again.

She's breathing a little heavily, not having done that in awhile, but she's barely breaking a sweat as she steps off the man's back and slips her other heel back on. They're not the easiest thing to fight in, but she's fought in worse and it's better than being barefoot.

"What the fuck was that?" Jack breaks the silence in the room, and Y/N turns to see him and Peggy sitting wide eyed.

"Extra training." She says simply, going to the door. "You guys need to stay here. I'll come back when it's clear." She tells them all, and Jack stands quickly.

"By yourself? What are you thinking?" He walks over to her, and she blinks at him.

"I'm sorry, did you not see what I just did? I took those two men down by myself." She tells him, crossing her arms.

"There are at least five more out there. Let me help you." Jack grabs both of the guns on the ground, handing one to Y/N. She stares at it, because she had totally forgotten about grabbing it and she knows she needs it if she's going to face the others, with or without Jack.

"Fine." She grabs the gun, looking up at him. "But you follow me. Not the other way around. Got it, Thompson?" She asks, and to her surprise he nods. She blinks, then nods to herself. Before she can turn, Peggy is getting up and running over, pulling a gun out of her handbag.

"You didn't think you'd do this without me, did you?" She smirked, and Y/N smiled. These guys wouldn't know what hit them.

That ended up being more true than Y/N thought. With three of them, they took care of the hallway men (usually without using their guns so there wasn't attention drawn to them) but one unfortunate soul got shot in the leg by Peggy before he was knocked out by Y/N. By the time they got to the main man who was having Chief Dooley grab every file on the mob from their cabinets, everyone else had been taken care of.

"Put the gun down." Y/N ordered, gun up as she entered the bullpen. Peggy and Jack were on both sides of her, guns up as well. The mobster didn't look too nervous, however, and Y/N just couldn't have this. "You think I'm joking?" She asked, aiming just slightly to the left. The bullet went into the wall next to his head, and she was sure he could hear the air as it wizzed past him. "Put it down." She trained her gun back on his head, and he looked much more scared now. Good.

"You're going to regret this." He said with a low chuckle, and Y/N just smiled.

"I don't think we are." She answered, gun never leaving his head. "Chief Dooley, why don't you make a call for us."

~

"How do you really know how to do that?" Jack asked. They were at a low-key bar downtown, Jack's treat for her saving everyone's asses. When he had asked her for just one drink after everything was cleaned up, she couldn't resist. She knew Jack was a point of annoyance in her days, but she wanted to know why he treated her like that, and if he would continue treating her like that after this.

"I had a life before the SSR." She tells him with a small smirk, taking a sip of her drink. She had gone home and changed into a warmer dress and flats, but it seems Jack hadn't gone home; he still had his work briefcase when he met Y/N outside.

"Right," He gave a chuckle, and with all Y/N's training, she knew what he was about to say suddenly.

"You know," She whispers, heart dropping. She didn't want to leave this life, leave this city and Peggy and all the other friends she had made. He hadn't gone home because he had been researching her, somehow getting clearance for her files.

"That you were a Black Widow?" He says it quietly and nonchalantly, and she wondered what game he was playing at. "I didn't think the Red Room was even real." He tells her, and she suddenly wants to hit him.

"Is that why you asked me here? To tell me you know all about my past so I'll have to move?" She asks, pushing her drink away so she doesn't pour it on him.

"What?" He looks genuinely surprised at this, and she tries not to let shock overtake her. "No, I'm not going to tell anyone. Why would I want you to leave?" The way he asks the question makes her angry, even though she knows it shouldn't.

"You treat me like a secretary." It takes everything in her to not yell it at him. "It's clear you don't respect me."

"I'm sorry," He says honestly, and she can't believe he actually just apologized to her. "I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I just - I treated you like that because I didn't want you getting hurt. I didn't know that you wouldn't be able to go on field missions, and I thought that I could somehow keep that from happening if you were always busy. It was a stupid plan, I know, which is why I'm so sorry,"

"Why would you care?" She cuts him off, confused by everything he's said.

"I thought it was obvious," He gives her a smile, one that doesn't quite meet his eyes due to his nervousness. "I care for you. A lot. More than I should." He admits, and she lets her jaw drop at this.

"Jack," It's all she can think of to say.

"I know, I was an idiot. Even more so, seeing how capable you are of defending yourself. But I've lost a lot in this life, and I just couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Even if you weren't mine." He says it so softly, it mends something Y/N didn't even know what broken in her heart. "This was stupid. I'm stupid. I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to move, I'll get a transfer." Jack has already grabbed his jacket and briefcase before words return to her.

"Jack!" She calls when he's already across the bar. He stops and turns, and she runs over to him, heart racing. "You're not stupid. You didn't have a great plan, but that doesn't make you stupid. And I certainly don't want you to leave." She tells him, and now it's his turn to blink in silence as the words clatter around in his brain. "It's sweet that you care. And I don't want you to transfer. If you leave, how would we be able to see where this goes?" She asks quietly, putting on of her hands on his arm and keeping her eyes there. For some reason, even though he already laid his heart bare, she's scared of what he's thinking. But then he grabs her chin, much gentler than the mobster, and tilts it towards him. A shiver runs through her at all the emotion pouring out of his eyes.

"I'm going to kiss you now." He tells her, and she just nods, closing her eyes and letting Jack Thompson kiss her in the middle of this bar.

It's the best kiss she's ever had. 

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tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler @theoraekenslover @thefandomplace @mcueveryday @icequeen1371 @kenzi-woycehoski @multifandom-boss-bitch

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 13

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings: smut (MF, vaginal sex)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 2887

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 13

Melody’s promotion went through very quickly and by the end of the month, she was juggling three different jobs and earning three times what she’d been working at the start of the month.  While the new job came with new friends and new employees who hadn’t known that six months ago she’d been an unpaid intern, the people at the Daily Bugle who had seen her meteoric rise through the ranks weren’t all supportive.

Some were fine.  Ben Ulrich was happy in his job as an investigative journalist and always would be.  The Bugle could go through every change in focus possible, as long as he could expose secrets in the superhero world, he'd be happy.  Peter Parker was excited for her, especially given it meant he was getting more regular work that fit around his rather bizarre schedule.

Some of the others resented her for the fact she’d somehow become Jameson’s golden child.  The person who couldn’t seem to hide her disdain the most was Norah Winters. The views-obsessed writer hated the fact that Melody was such a popular choice for celebrity and superhero interviews, nor the fact she’d been given the job as lead editor of what was now officially known as the Blast.  She thought that was her rightful job given how much she’d done to get the kind of clickbait content the Blast would run off.  It shocked her that her mean-spirited clickbait was not the vibe that Jameson had wanted for the new website.  Besides, Melody being so young and new to the industry meant he could pay her so much less than the more seasoned Norah.

Two weeks after Melody had started the job, she was well underway curating the new content, she’d found an apartment with two bedrooms that she and Bobbi could afford.  It was a large percentage of their combined income, but that’s how New York was, and they had been getting by until now.  It was also six blocks further up, so there was now three minutes more travel time and they were further from the parts of Central Park that they liked best, but it would all be worth it when they moved in and had their own rooms.

Steve and Bucky had been helping the women move in, going so far as to borrow a van from the Tower and load it with their stuff in the few hours a day all four of them were free at the same time.  It had been slow going, but tonight they were bringing the last of their things over, including the beds.  As soon as she was done for the day Steve would pick her up and they’d head over there.

“We’re never going to beat the puppy interview,” Melody said as she packed up her things for the day.  “But we definitely need something that people are excited for.  I wonder if we could ever convince people to try different kinds of alcohol or edibles because that would be hilarious.”

As she spoke to the other members of staff who were working on content of The Blast, Peter Parker came out of Jameson’s office and made his way through the bullpen.  “Pete,” she called.  “You know, Spider-Man.  You think he’d do an interview while doing shots or trying different edibles?”

“Ahh… no I don’t think so,” he said, pausing and looking over the top of her cubicle.  “You’re close with Captain America, why don’t you ask him?”

“His metabolism is too high, he processes drugs and alcohol too fast for them to affect him,” she said.

“That must be fun when he’s injured,” Jasmine, the new intern said.

Melody shrugged.  “Yeah, it’s probably not fun,” she agreed.  “Okay… what about something like a scavenger hunt?” she suggested.  “We ask questions as we go around the city looking for clues.”

“Spider-Man might be into that, but it sounds like it would be a long interview.  It might be hard to lock most celebrities down for the time you need,” he said.

“And knowing Spider-Man he’d just leave halfway through because someone would have robbed a bank or something,” Jasmine added.

“Hmm… well we could put it on the docket as a possibility if we have more time with the people.  If we get a really fun host and start with people we know, it might work,” Melody said.  She made a quick note in her notebook to work on the idea.  It might be a good one for Bobbi to host.  “What about something where we get them to try different snack foods?  Potato chips from around the world.  All those different KitKat flavors.  Pizza slices from around the city.”

“Now that Spider-Man would be totally down for.  Hawkeye would do the pizza one in a heartbeat,” Peter said.

Melody looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.  “You know Hawkeye too?”

“Uhhh… everyone knows Hawkeye loves pizza,” Peter said quickly.  “I better go.  Photos to take, homework to do.”

He hurried out toward the elevator and Melody checked her phone for the time.  “Shit.  I gotta get out of here too.  If you have any ideas, we’ll workshop them on Monday.  Have a good weekend.”

She grabbed her bag and dashed to the elevator.  Peter was nowhere to be seen but Norah was stepping into the open elevator car.  Melody ducked in beside her and moved to the back.  The doors closed and Melody looked up at the display showing what floor they were on.

“I know you're dating Steve Rogers,” Norah said.

The statement took Melody by surprise. Not because it was a secret she was dating Steve, just that the accusation was so banal. If Norah had accused her of breathing air she might have been just as surprised.  

“What?”

Norah turned to face her.  “I know you're dating Steve Rogers.”

Melody kept facing forward, not wanting to engage.  “That's not a secret, Norah.  I've never tried to keep it a secret.”

“It's not exactly well known though either.  I mean you talk. about him in that little column of yours but you never mention his name or what he does.  And I don't see the paparazzi hounding you.  Shit, even your X posts lack the weirdo obsessives trying to make you want to break up with him. So far you've been flying under the radar,” Norah said.

It sounded like a threat, but Melody wasn't sure what the woman was threatening.  She couldn't stop her from posting the gossip.  Shit, she'd been expecting someone to.

“What's your point?”

“My point is, I know you must have something on Jameson.  He'd have been telling you that you had to dish the dirt if you didn't.  Not to mention this promotion that should have been mine.”

Melody rolled her eyes and thankfully the elevator opened on the ground floor.  “You're paranoid.  Jameson knows that if I keep things quiet I might have better access to the Avengers for the fluff things I write.  You're the one that writes the kind of gross shit that would end a relationship, not me.  And the promotion was more about saving money than anything else.  You know he's a Scrooge.  Go home and relax.  There's no grand conspiracy here.”

“Yeah well, I think you've had too good of a ride,” she said.  “But thankfully you've given me a great idea.”

Melody stopped and watched Norah leave through the large glass doors at the front.  She didn't like the sound of that, but she had no idea what the woman could be planning other than outing a relationship that wasn't in any way a secret.

She shook her head and went out the side door to the alley.  Steve and Bucky were waiting for her in the large silver van.  The side door slid open automatically when she approached and she jumped in, kissing Steve on the cheek before buckling up.

“You ready to spend your first night in your new apartment?” Steve asked.

“You know I am,” she said.  “Let's do this.”

It didn't take very long to get the last of Melody and Bobbi’s things over to the new apartment.  Having two supersoldiers made moving furniture a lot faster and a lot less effort.  Plus, Melody found it extremely hot seeing Steve just hoist her bed base on his shoulder and carry it up the four flights of stairs to her apartment like it was nothing.

Steve got the bed situated in her room and when the last of the things were in the apartment he came in and helped her make the bed.

“So how does it feel?” Steve said as the two of you shook the sheets out over your bare mattress.  “Having your own room?”

“It’s so good,” Melody answered.  “I could do whatever I want in here.”

They each hooked the fitted corners over the edge of the mattress and smoothed out the fabric, before grabbing the pillows and putting them in place.  “What kind of things would you want to do?” Steve asked. 

“I could strip down naked,” she said, grabbing her quilt and shaking it out over the bed.  Steve grabbed the other side and smoothed it down.  “Dance around.  Put on music without my headphones on.  I could take my sheets and walk to the kitchen and put them in my new washing machine.”

“While you’re still naked?” Steve chuckled.

“Maybe,” she laughed.  “Maybe I’ll have fresh clean pajamas in the drier and they’ll be toasty warm when I put them on.”

He laughed and came around to her, his hands sliding over her hips as he wrapped his arms around her.  His hands splayed out on the middle of her back as he pulled her hips flush with his.  “Anything else you’d do in this bedroom?”

She smirked.  She knew exactly what Steve was hinting at.  She wanted it too.  She wanted him to fuck her right here right now.  She wanted to order takeout and eat it in bed and have him fuck her all over again.  She wanted him to spend the night and wake up in his arms only to have sex one more time before they went out for the day.  She was also enjoying the playful teasing and wanted to drag it out.  She put her hands on Steve’s chest and looked up into his blue eyes.  “I could have the window open and the fan on while I sleep,” she said.

“You couldn’t have done that before?” he asked.

“I could,” she said, dragging the word out.  “But Bobbi always complained that the living room got too cold.”

“Well, you can’t have a too cold living room,” he said, ghosting his lips down her neck.  “Is that it?”

She tilted her head, exposing her neck to him.  He took the invitation, kissing her neck slowly.  He sucked softly and his tongue swirled over her skin, making it break out in goosebumps.  “I don’t know,” she half moaned.  “I feel like I forgot something.”

“Maybe I should remind you,” he said.

He lifted her suddenly and tossed her on the bed.  She squealed in delight and quickly pulled off her shirt and threw it in the corner.  Steve slowly approached her, the expression on his face almost predatory.  It fed her need and where he moved slowly, stripping off his body-hugging t-shirt and throwing it with hers, she moved frantically.  She unfastened her pants and pushed them down and off and then moved on to her bra.  Steve was still in his trousers when he leaned in to kiss her, guiding her back up the bed.  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and when her head was on the pillow, she spread her legs and welcomed him between them.

It was hard for her to slow down, she wanted him so badly.  She’d never actually had sex in her bed yet, and now this was happening she wanted it so badly she ached.  Placing her hands on Steve's shoulders she pushed him, wanting to take over, and put an end to the drawn-out teasing.

Thankfully, he took the hint, rolling over for her and pulling her on top of him.  If he'd chosen to ignore her, there wouldn't have been anything she could do, pushing him was like pushing a brick wall.  When she was on top of him she couldn’t help but just sit and gaze down at him.

He looked so perfect stretched out under her, looking up with lust-blown eyes and waiting for her to do something.  She pushed his hands above his head and pressed his fingers to the headboard.  “Keep your hands there,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, licking his lips.  He clenched his fists, making the muscles in his arms flex and the veins and tendons stand out.  She took a shaky breath in and held it as she skimmed her fingers down his arms, mapping his skin with her fingertips.  When she reached his shoulders, she leaned down and kissed his neck.  Her lips moved slowly down, tracing along his collarbone and onto his pec. Her hands smoothed down his sides to his pants and she unfastened them, reaching into his boxers and pumping his already hard cock.  His foreskin moved back and forth over the head with each stroke of her hand and his hands tightened on the headboard and he moaned softly.

“Condom?” Melody asked.

“Left pocket,” he said.

She bit her bottom lip and fished in his pocket, pulling out the condom and sitting back.  She looked down at him as she tore the packet open and placed the rubber between her lips.  She crawled down his legs pulling his pants down as she went.  His cock sprang up hard against his stomach and she took it in her hand.  “What are you doing?” Steve asked.

She winked and lowered her head and using her lips and tongue she rolled the condom down over his shaft.  His cock was so large she gagged before the whole condom was in place, and she had to roll the last part down with her fingers.  The effect was not lost on Steve, he moaned and arched his back, his eyes glued on her.

She crawled back up, wiggling out of her panties as she did and when she’d straddled his waist, she lowered herself down, guiding his cock into her soaking cunt.  They both moaned as he entered her.

There was a moment, where Melody just sat, appreciating how full she always felt when Steve was inside her. He was the biggest guy she’d ever been with by far, and in a lot of ways that wasn’t always a good thing, but the way he filled her - that little sting as her cunt stretched to take him, it was a unique feeling and she liked to savor it.  That brief moment was all she could do before her need took over.  She began to move, bouncing on his cock - up and down, up and down, faster each time until she was leaning over, riding him like she was in a race.

Steve let go of the headboard and his hands moved to her hips, one slid around to her pussy and he began to rub her clit.  He pushed himself up onto his elbow and leaned in, kissing her neck and breasts, and she wrapped her arms around his head, holding onto him for dear life as she continued to move.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” she mewled.  “I’m so close.”

“That’s it, Mel,” he praised, his hips bucking up to meet hers. “Let it happen.”

His finger moved faster on her clit and their bodies slapped together with each bounce.  All her muscles clenched up in sequence, like cords, and wrapped around them and pulled tight.  When they relaxed she came, her body shuddering on top of him. “Yes, Steve!  Fuck!” she cried, burying her face in Steve’s neck to smother the sound.

He flipped her suddenly, pulling her legs up so they were pressed up against her torso.  His thrusts were erratic, but so much deeper than before.  Melody gasped and cried out as she felt him hit her cervix.  He pulled back a little but kept thrusting, chasing his release.

“Fuck… Steve… please,” Melody begged.  She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for.  She just knew if he kept going the way he was she was going to shatter.

She pulled him down into a hard kiss.  Their tongues danced together, and she sucked his bottom lip.  He ran a hand up into her hair as his hips began to stutter and as his fingers tightened in her hair.  It sent a jolt through her, setting off another orgasm.  As her cunt clenched and squeezed Steve’s cock, it brought him over with her.  He groaned into her lips and ground his hips, pushing in deep as his cock pulsed with his release.

“Fuck…” Melody moaned as her legs fell down on either side of Steve’s.  “I guess my bed’s broken in now.”

Steve started laughing, and he kissed her, rolling onto his side.  He pulled back and looked at her, amusement written all over his features.  “Worth the wait?”

She cupped his cheeks and looked into his eyes. “With you?  You know it was.”

// NEXT

[rufusrant]

Any starrison fic recommendations? I’ve read like every single one but it would also be nice to just revisit ones I haven’t read in a while

EVERY SINGLE ONE? wow. that is a great 1135 fics as we speak. sure i have some recs for you!

i apologise in advance as i'm surely missing out on a lot of truly great fics and writers due to *not* having read every fic in the tag. and as i unfortunately don't have any leads on your favourite tropes, anon, i hope a list of some of my own personal favourites will suffice! (sorted by word count under the cut)

only finished works are included in this list.

≤2000

More of you to love by @celeste-fitzgerald (G, 778 w., 2 ch. || Fluff, Modern Setting) — While doing some online shopping, George buys a Ringo plushie. Best purchase he's ever made.

A Smile and a Kiss by @measuredoutinyears (T, 950 w., 1 ch. || Fluff, Established Relationship, Idiots in Love) — Paul bets Ringo he can’t last five minutes without smiling to his boyfriend. Ringo thinks he can take up the challenge. (He’s so wrong.)

For You Blues by @no-longer-humans (M, 638 w., 1 ch. || Implied/Referenced Cheating, Mild Sexual Content, Introspective) — Partly inspired by Bluets (poetry collection). George works out his feelings.

poking feelings by @friendofgeorgeharrison (G, 326 w., 1 ch. || Post-Beatles, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Literal Sleeping Together) — A short glimpse of George and Ringo right before they retire for the night. Featuring their love and Ringo’s earring.

You Are Young And Life Is Long by @gold1984 (Unrated, 634 w., 1 ch. || Early Beatles, Plotless Fluff, Birthday) — On the day George turns 22, Ringo realizes how much time left for them to spend together.

Let Nothing You Dismay by @honeyheffron (G, 990 w., 1 ch. || Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort) — In the wee hours of Christmas morning, Ringo can't sleep. The next logical step, of course, is to build a gingerbread house.

Black and Pink by @mithranqueer (G, 1018 w., 1 ch. || Hamburg Era, Pre-Slash) — George has always found himself drawn to Ringo, eventually he'll admit that it isn't just because of his drumming ability.

Where We Shared Our Tiny Grace by @cinnamontoastandtears (T, 1596 w., 1 ch. || Getting Together, First Kiss, Domestic Fluff) — Ringo and George move in together. They have a small accident. But just because it's an accident doesn't mean it's bad.

i bet you're gonna smile by yours truly (T, 987 w., 1 ch. || Pillow Talk, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content) — Barred from the hotel dining room on a busy Valentine's Day, George and Ringo spend it in bed with a movie.

≤5000

A Calculated Risk by @blackbeltkitten2 (G, 2699 w., 1 ch. || Sickfic, Fluff, Getting Together) — Brian's sent the boys out to an idyllic little cottage to write and relax. In the middle of winter. At least George gets an idea for his Ringo Situation once his headache subsides.

I Can't Tell You (But I Know It's Mine) by madgezimmer (E, 4933 w., 1 ch. || Handjobs, Blowjobs, Bathtubs, Implied/Referenced Alcholism) — 1969. Maureen, Zak & Jason are away with the Powells, leaving Ringo alone in an empty house. But nothing lasts forever.

well i may not live past twenty-one but what a way to die by @friendofgeorgeharrison (T, 3039 w., 1 ch. || Genderbent, Hamburg Era, Getting Together, First Kiss, Implied Sexual Content) — Ringo Starr is a butch, look at her funny, she’ll curse at you. Call her something she doesn’t like, you’ll get your nose broken. Touch her and you’ll get cut. Or that’s what Georgie thought of her until she got to know her more intimately.

No Weddings by @measuredoutinyears (T, 2887 w., 1 ch. || Fluff and Angst, Bittersweet, Unconventional Relationship, Period-Typical Homophobia, Love Confessions) — The Beatles are getting married, one by one. But George can't have the only man he wants, and he's not fine with it.

Trust by @celeste-fitzgerald (E, 3872 w., 1 ch. || First Time With Each Other, Fluff and Smut, Handjobs, Anal Sex, Top Ringo Bottom George) — George and Ringo may not have any experience with going all the way with each other - or with any man, for that matter - but they're ready to figure it out together.

≤10K

Cayenne by @honeyheffron (M, 8050 w., 1 ch. || Hamburg Era, Period-Typical Homophobia, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Minor Violence, THIS IS MY MOST FAVOURITE STARRISON FIC EVER) — George, Ringo, and the fervid wiles of Hamburg, 1960.

a push in the right direction by @blobfishmiffy (T, 6442 w., 1 ch. || No Band, Modern Setting, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Mutual Pining, First Kiss) — Ringo and George are not dating. They're not. John (and also Paul) think otherwise. There are realisations.

Life Is Real by @measuredoutinyears (T, 8870 w., 3 ch. || Modern Setting, University AU, Fluff, Queen (band) References) — George's jeans betrayed him (ie they teared exactly where they shouldn't have). John is way too happy about it and Paul isn't of any help. George's shame will never end unless someone steps in. Or: two Queen fans meet.

An Act of Love by @celeste-fitzgerald (M, 6006 w., 3 ch. || Modern Setting, side Bob Dylan/George, Pining, Mild Sexual Content, Fluff and Angst, Kind-of Pretend Relationship) — It's been way too long since George has been on a proper date. The only men who are interested in him only want him for his body, and George is sick of it. Luckily, Ringo has a plan. He'll take George on a pretend date and pull out all the stops to make sure he knows how worthy he is. It's a great plan - or at least it would have been if Ringo didn't catch feelings.

≥10K (oh my god there's so much i haven't read yet please forgive me)

A Love That's Shining All Around Here by @measuredoutinyears (M, 12,740w. 3 ch. || Modern Setting, Fluff and Smut, Requited Unrequited Love, Characters Writing Fanfiction, Grinding) — George can't have Ringo in real life, so he writes fanfictions about them. Until, one day, Ringo discovers fanfictions are a thing.

Guess Who? by @celeste-fitzgerald (T, 14,980 w., 9 ch. || Secret Crush, Coming Out, Eventual Starrison) — George has been struggling to keep his feelings for Ringo a secret, and after two months, Ringo confronts him about the strange way he's been acting. Ringo discovers that George has feelings for a man and is curious about who it is. But George, who is scared to tell Ringo that it's him, panics and gives Ringo the first name that pops into his head, hoping that he'll drop the conversation. He didn't plan on Ringo insisting on being his wingman to try to get George together with the man in question.

My Georgemortal by yours truly (Unrated, 21,932 w. 44 ch. || Crack, My Immortal (fanfic) references, an unhinged mess) — George is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. May God help us all.

thanks for the ask, anon! and an even bigger thank you to every single author on this list. all of you give me life. and i personally hope i have more fics to put on the next rec list!

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 10

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, violence, swearing (and not because of the angry pomeranian) Word count: 2887

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 9 | Volt 11

After the new year, Shinsou and Tsukare started at Aldera Middle School. Not many schools were open for taking transfers so late in the year but the drive was on the way to UA, so everyone agreed it would be the best opportunity. On the first day there, the brothers were swarmed by a majority of the students, plenty of kids welcoming to the fresh set of faces, especially a certain kid with green hair.

"Hi! My names Midoriya Izuku! We never really get transfers so everyone's really excited! If you don't mind me asking, what are your quirks?" The two were immediately taken aback and gave each other quizzical looks.

Do you think we should tell him?

I'm not worried about telling him mine, I'm just worried about accidentally using it on him because of how overwhelmed I am. Do you know when lunch is?

"Lunch is at twelve thirty! Sorry, I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, I don't know if that's a thing with sign language, I just know sign language. If you accidentally use your quirk on me, I won't take any offense! I just think all quirks are so cool and useful, I want to learn as much as I can about them!" The brothers were now in shock, never seeing a fan to this extent.

"Hey nerd! Back off before you rub your quirklessness all over them! They probably don't even want to be around a useless Deku like you." The pair glared at the loud blond, not enjoying his loud and brash tone as he shoved Midoriya out of the way. "The names Bakugou Katsuki, I'm gonna be the next number one hero. What're your names, extras."

"If you were paying attention maybe you'd know." Bakugou's palms crackled at Tsukare's retort.

"HAAAAHHHH? WHAT WAS THAT YOU WORTHLESS EXTRA?" The youngest of the group shirked back a bit. Old, fresh wounds, stirring to the surface before he bounced back.

"I said what I said, I thought I was supposed to be the one with the sound quirk. Jeez you're loud. You can go now, we were actually having a pretty nice conversation with Midoriya before you interrupted." He watched as the blond stomped away, his followers giggling under their breaths that someone actually told off the loud blond.

That took a lot more focus then it should have to not accidentally use it on him. So yeah, I have a sound quirk.

"Nobodies ever told off Kacchan like that before. But you have a sound quirk? That's so cool! How does it work?" Shinsou nodded for his brother to explain, knowing the boy still needed guidance here and there.

I call it sound wave, I can control how loud someone hears me. So if I used it on you, I can make it sound like I'm playing a radio next to your ear at max volume but to Hitoshi it would sound like I'm regularly speaking. But I can only use it if I'm looking at the person.

"That's so cool! Do you know who Present Mic is? Your quirk is kind of like his but on more of a select scale and could throw someone off in combat if needed. Do you plan on being a hero?" The brothers tried not to laugh at his first question. They knew the hero far too well, however nobody needed to know that.

I plan on applying to UA.

"I want to go there too! They finally lifted their quirkless rule so I might have a shot! How come you called Shinsou by his first name? Are you two related?" The scattered conversation felt comforting to Onryo, with his ADHD he could easily keep up.

Yeah, we're brothers. Adopted, but still brothers.

"That's cool! I've heard how bad the system is though, I'm sorry you two had to go through that, but at least you both found a family together in the end!" Shinsou smirked and nodded along, something about the gentle nature of Midoriya warmed his heart and gave him butterflies.

My quirk is brainwash. If someone answers me, I can control them for some time. But like all quirks there's limitations and rules.

"That's so cool! Are you planning on being a hero too? There's not a lot of hero's with mental quirks so that could be beneficial to a lot of people! Plus you could easily capture someone before they could even attack as long as you use your quirk!" That made Shinsou blush, nobody had gone on a mini tangent about the benefits of his quirk that wasn't related to him. He looked down to try and collect himself, his brother sending him a confused look but didn't push anything.

Thank you. I plan on going to UA as well, Onryo and I are applying next school year.

"I hope to see you both there! Ah, it's almost time for lunch, I'd suggest not eating with me. I'm one of the only quirkless kids here so I don't want you two getting any backlash for it. Especially from Kacchan." The brothers shared a look, easily reading each other after having lived together for four years to know they made a new friend.

We'd honestly rather eat lunch with you then the rest of the class. Most of them are nice but we aren't big fans of the blond kid from earlier.

A new, strong friendship was made after that. Every weekend, at least two of the three would hang out when Shinsou wasn't busy training with his capture weapon his dad got him and Tsukare wasn't busy training in general. Shinsou wanted to get a decent grip on it before entrance exams and it took his dad six years to master, so if he can learn a decent amount in a year and a half, he might have a shot at the exam.

Onryo met Midoriya Inko first and was slightly taken aback by his friends extensive All Might collection. Not understanding why he adored the man so much, however that sparked a friendly debate for the two and Onryo probably hadn't talked that much at once in his whole life.

Then he got in his first fight. Out of the two, Aizawa and Yamada thought Shinsou would be the kid to get into a fight first, but they were wrong.

Onryo was already pissed about how Bakugou decided to treat his friend, let alone how he cornered him in class. So at the end of the day, when everyone was packing up, Tsukare stayed behind with Midoriya like normal on a Friday while Shinsou headed out for capture training.

"That fight from this morning is all over the news, is it okay if I write some stuff down before I forget anything?" The boy nodded, knowing about his hero analysis journals and sat down. The two were planning on going to the Midoriya household after school so he wasn't in a rush. The two froze when Bakugou appeared and swiped his notebook.

"I dunno what you think you're doing Deku, but we're not done." Tsukare was prepared to stand up, already on edge.

"Whatcha got? His diary?" One of the goons said before glancing over. "Huh? Don't tell me you're taking notes on how to be a hero."

"That's so pathetic!" The two started laughing while Bakugou held his notebook.

"Says the ones who can't even think for themselves and follows their friend around everywhere like some dumb dogs." The two froze as he spoke, not expecting his retort.

Midoriya went to grab it back but froze, yelling as Bakugou exploded it and tossed it out the open window.

"Most first-string heroes show potential early on. People look at them and just know they're just destined for greatness. When I'm the only student from this garbage junior high to get into UA, people will start talking about me like that. They'll realize I'm legit, the next big thing. That's not ego talking, I just know I'm good." Tsukare scoffed and rolled his eyes as he stood beside his quivering friend. "Here's a little word of advice, nerd." It took a moment for Tsukare to see the smoke streams coming off of the others uniform. "Don't even think of applying, or else." Onryo quickly moved, grabbing the explosive blonds wrist and taking it off Midoriya's shoulder.

"I could say the same to you."

People have said that when the sunshine friend gets angry, somethings wrong. And these four finally knew what that meant. Tsukare Onryo, one of the seemingly bubbliest kids in the class, always smiling and laughing in the back of the room, was pissed. A dark look in his eye that made the two bystanders quiver. He watched as Bakugou huffed and stalked off.

"Y'know, if you really wanna be a hero that badly, there actually might be another way. Just pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life. Then take a swan dive off the roof of the building." The next thing Tsukare did, was walk up to Bakugou and send a right hook into his face. The unexpecting blond stumbled towards the door, turning around the see a very angry classmate. "What the hell! I was just being honest!" Bakugou went to send an explosion to Tsukare's face but he was prepared.

He gripped his wrist, spun him around and kicked his knees in, making him tumble to the ground.

"You wanna be a hero? Then act like it. Get your head out of your ass. You have no right to tell someone to go and kill themselves just to feed your fucking ego. You wanna pick a fight? Then make it a fair match. So pick your next words wisely before I give you more then just a black eye." He tugged his elbow a little harsher to prove his point.

And that was when a teacher walked in, of all times.

"Principals office! Both of you! Now!" Tsukare stood up with a scoff, not even caring about getting in trouble. What the blond said hit too close to home and he'd be damned if he watched his friend go through the same thing he did.

"Onryo? Why are you in here! I was expecting to see your brother, not you." Tsukare chuckled glumly and nodded his head towards Bakugou, his black eye on full display. "You didn't.."

"Why the hell is there a pro hero in here? Thought our parents were supposed to show up." The father and son duo both shot him a glare, making the blond shut up for a second. Two sunshine people angry is scary.

"How come we're here, principal?" The principal paled at the sight of a pro hero in the room.

"Your son was in a fight today."

"The extra lunged at me for no good reason!" The three sighed at the temper of the aggressive blond.

"Tsukare, what do you have to say to this?" Mic turned his attention to his youngest, curious as to why his sunshine child would start a fight.

"He told Midoriya to kill himself, he's been bullying him for well over a year now. The teacher doesn't do anything, my brother and I are the only ones who try to stop it and he claims that he wants to be a hero. If he did, he wouldn't tell someone to take a swan dive off the roof and pray for a quirk in the next life. So I don't feel guilty about what I did, I'll take a suspension or detention or whatever you think is fit but he needs a consequence too." Yamada looked at his child in shock, not expecting his son to go off on a tangent but he was proud of him for sticking up for his friend.

"Do you think this is acceptable behavior since your father is a pro hero?"

"What? No, I'm saying he's a bully and like every other school out there, you and your staff have failed at protecting its students so I took matters into my own hands. You just don't like that I stopped violence with violence and I stopped quirk misuse without resorting to those very same means." The principal sighed, and rubbed the crease between his eyebrows.

"Both of you, one days detention. Bakugou, you're free to leave. Tsukare, Present Mic, I'd like to have a word with you both." They waited for the door to shut again before the principal continued. "I understand the circumstances that Tsukare came here under, and I understand how that can make unwanted memories resurface. However, the way he handled it was unacceptable. By no means he should harm a student."

"How is that fair?" The principal looked to the child in shock. "You're reprimanding me for using physical force once, but you won't even send a second glance towards Bakugou who's physically and verbally assaulted a student multiple times under your care. Let alone misusing his quirk to harm said student. Why? Because Midoriya's quirkless?" He scoffed at the principals silence. "I don't care that his parents are rich and he grew up privileged, I know privileged when I see it because I didn't grow up like that. You can't prioritize children based off of their parents status in society, I'm not using the fact that my parents are pro-heroes to my advantage. I'm here accepting the consequences for my actions but instead you're fueling a teenagers god complex and destructive behavior. And I'll gladly accept my detention and any repercussions I might get at home. So if that's all you had to say then I'm going home." The principal sat in shock as he watched the student walk out followed by his loud father.

"You got in a fight?" Aizawa deadpanned as the four sat at the dinner table.

"He had it coming." Aizawa shot his older son a look before turning back to the other.

"Care to explain?" And so, Tsukare did. Explaining in detail how Bakugou has acted and what he said, everyone turning solemn at the comment and understanding why he reacted how he did. "I can't even be upset at you for that. Hitoshi's right, he had it coming."

"I have my first detention on Monday. I used the self defense moves you taught me when he tried to use his quirk on me." Everyone looked at him in shock, Mic didn't hear about this in the office. "He tried sending an explosion to my face, so I grabbed his wrist, tucked it between his shoulder blades and kicked the backs of his knees. Had him pinned down in under five seconds." Aizawa smiled proudly and ruffled his sons hair.

"I'm more proud then anything. You defended your friend, granted you messed up by throwing the first punch, but you got him down without unnecessary force." Tsukare smiled brightly, not expecting his dad to be proud of him. "I'm not too happy about the detention but you win some you lose some. I know how important Midoriya is to you both, despite his severe All Might obsession."

"Can I be excused from dinner so I can call and check in on him?" The parents nodded and watched as he scurried away.

After a few rings, the boy answered.

"Hey Tsukare!"

"Hey, I just wanted to check in after today."

"Oh I'm okay! It didn't bother me all that much, he was just being stupid." Tsukare tried not to sigh out of distaste.

"It doesn't make it okay."

"W-Was he mad?"

"Yeah, we both got detention, but it's not a big deal."

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! This is all my fault!" Tsukare tried not to laugh at his friend and focused on settling his qualms.

"It's not your fault, it's Bakugou's fault for saying what he did. He hit a sore spot with me, I just reacted. Hey what ended up happening after you left? I know we were supposed to hang out today." He could sense how tense it was and worried that he asked the wrong thing.

"I met All Might today."

"What? Midoriya that's been your dream since you were a kid!"

"Yeah, I uh, I asked him if I could be a hero even though I'm quirkless, and he said no." Tsukare felt another new distaste form for the number one hero, not even remotely enjoying the comment and insinuated bias.

"Well he's wrong. Look at how many heroes have to basically fight quirkless everyday! If someone's wearing a gas mask against Midnight, or is deaf against Present Mic. The list goes on. They all have to fight quirkless sometimes." Something about his effort to prove a point warmed Midoriya's heart.

"He also left me on a roof right after.."

"Impeccable fucking timing. Is he dense or something? Especially after Bakugou said that to you!" Tsukare was fuming now, his scattered mind bouncing all over the place. "He's supposed to be the number one hero, not someone going around and crushing peoples dreams! You're getting into UA, you'll be the first quirkless kid to get in."

[sanctum-of-fantasy]

24 16 Albafica/Shion

24 - Right before a passionate/first kiss 

16 - “There’s nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m right here.”

I’m so sorry this took so long! But please enjoy some fluff consisting of Albafica looking after a workaholic Aries and realizing he doesn’t have to worry about being near people!

He didn’t consider himself to the worrying type of person,cautious yes but that was a trait that served him well as Pisces Saint, betweenbattles and the poison that ran in his veins. Yet he was human and that meantmany things, such as certain emotions surfacing when he was sure he had firmlylocked them away. And despite his efforts of keeping others at length therewere some that managed to push past the barriers. From the loud and wild Kardiawho always dared to sneak up on him (Failing each time). The ever courteousDegel who was always mindful of his boundaries but always passed him books hethat he thought Albafica might be interested in. To the kind Aldebaran whoalways made small talk when he spotted him, asking how he fared and how hisgardens were. Even the thorn in his side that called himself Manigoldo managedto slip past and called him friend.

And then were was Shion, who stirred emotions in him witheven the simplest action. A lingering presence when they spoke, a laugh when hemade some small joke and so, truly fearless enough to visit him regularly enoughfor any reason. “I enjoy your company” the Aries Saint had explained once whenhe asked and Albafica could still remember the warmth that spread on hischeeks.

The last time he seen the other man, he had just returnedfrom a trip to Jamir at the request on the Pope. Clearly tired, between hisattempts to hide any yawns and the dark marks under his eyes but still kind andstayed for a small chat before he headed back down the path.

That had been several days ago and though he had seen theothers plenty of times the Aries Saint was missing. At first Albafica hadsimply thought that the other was adjusting back to day-to-day life ofSanctuary, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his heart. Had hefallen ill? Flus traveled easily enough, and a tired body could catch iteasier. Had he overworked himself again? He remembered Degel storming up thepath once, mumbling about “damn workaholics” and “shouldn’t push himself sohard.” With those thoughts storming inside and without any tasks that needed tobe done immediately Albafica steeled himself and headed down towards the firsttemple.

Fortunately from him, he was a master of dodging the otherinhabitants of the Zodiac Path, so the trop down was quick and quiet. Whichpleased him enough, the last thing he wanted was to spark any rumors or teasingabout something. Normally he would have announced himself when he enteredanother’s temple as well but considering how silent Aries Temple waswhen he reached the center chamber, he decided to skip the etiquette. Quiet andAries Temple simply did not mix, like oil and water, between the sounds of theCloth Smith at work or him fussing at Dohko or Kardia when those troublemakersbothered him.

No hammering, no shouting or laughter, nothing. It wasalmost unnerving, but he was determined.

He checked the library first, then the kitchens and Shion’sstudy, only to find them empty. The only place he thought to check last was theroom Shion set aside to repair the Cloths. Briefly he thought of checking theAries’ bedroom, but he quickly shoved that away.

‘I just hope he’s alright’ Albafica thought with a frown ashe tapped his knuckles against the repair room door, noting it wasn’tcompletely closed. He expected to hear some sort of sound when he came close, aclank of metal or Shion’s quiet murmuring but he found the opposite. It wasquiet, distant but clear enough for him to catch.

Begging, gasps, cries in a language he did not know.

“Shion?” He jerked, calling out to the Saint louderthan he intended as he shoved open the door and grimaced.

The repair room was always a bit of a mess but now it lookedas if a twister can come through it. Several Bronze Cloths laid scatteredaround, in various pieces and stages of damage, fragments clustered together.The panicked sounds came again, louder now as he perked up, twisting his headtowards the source.

“Shion?” He repeated, a bit louder as he looked over theroom, stopping when he locked eyes on a pile of blankets that were tucked intoa far corner, shifting. As he squinted his eyes Albafica could catch the faintsight of Shion’s pale hair between the blankets. Immediately, he stepped closeand crouched down, calling out his’ friend’s name again as the other tossed inhis makeshift bed.

“Shion? You need to wake up” He muttered, twisting onehand into his tunic as he pressed the other flat against the ground. He bit at acorner of his lip when the other didn’t respond, still trapped in a nightmare. “Shionplease” He called out louder before jerking back as Shion let out a strangledcry.

His heart twisted, oh how he wanted to reach out and shakethe other awake, but he just couldn’t. Couldn’t risk harming anotherbecause of his carelessness.

He’d never forgive himself.

A blanket was tossed away reveling Shion’s tense and tearridden face, his mouth mumbled words that he couldn’t hear or understand as hetossed his head.

‘Your blood is harmless if it’s all inside you’ Manigoldohad said once, when they were on a mission in Italy. ‘You shouldn’t be afraidto reach out man, it’s not healthy.’

Maybe the Cancer was right.

Albafica took a chance, as he swore under his breath andreached out to gently shake the Aries Saint by a shoulder. “Shion? Shion, comeon, wake up. It’s me Albafica!” he said, trying his best to keep his voice even.

A gasp came from Shion, warm, brown eyes snapped open and heshot up causing Albafica to jerk backwards. The Aries touched along his armsand face until he settled one hand against his chest as he panted.

“Shion? Are you alright? Albafica managed to say aftergasping at the sudden movement.

Shion twitched in his place, twisting his head to face himwith wide eyes. “A-Albafica? How-why-gods forgive me! I didn’t mean tostartle you” He said, voice cracking as he tried to slow down his breathing andprocess his sudden awakening.

The Pisces shook his head and waved a hand “Don’t apologizefor anything, you couldn’t help having a nightmare.” Athena knew, it happenedto them all at one point or another.

“I shouldn’t have dozed off in the first place. There’s toomuch to be done” The Cloth Smith groaned, leaning his back against the wall.

Albafica frowned and turned his head, leaning back to grab theglass bottle of water he spotted nearby and handed to the other. “We all needsleep Shion, it seems you have been working particularly hard lately” hereplied. The Cloths he had spotted still had the telltale stains of battle andrepair on them, chances were they had been in worse shape when they firstarrived.

“You are too kind” Shion shuck his head, hair spilling outof the loose ponytail “These came to me two nights ago, I’ve been trying to repairthem as quickly as I could.”

A thought entered Albafica’s mind when he heard those wordsand he gave the Aries a leveled look. “Please tell me you haven’t been pullingall night sessions?” he asked, voice low as Shion blinked and looked away,rolling the bottle in his hands.

“Shion” He groaned and resisted the urge to rub athis face.

“What brings you here Albafica? Not that I mind youvisiting, I’m just …surprised I suppose” He replied, still looking away.

“I- “Albafica began, mind whirling over to explain he wasworried about the other before he shook his head, tsking. “Do not change thesubject, I will go get Degel if you don’t allow yourself to rest” hedidn’t want to bring the Aquarius into this, but he couldn’t stand theidea of someone he cared for neglecting his health.

That however did catch Shion’s full attention as he straightenedhis back and tensed up, waving a hand as he looked back over to him, a slightlook of panic on his face. “No need for that! Perhaps a rest truly is inorder! But there’s no reason to bother Degel about this” he said, laughing slightly.

Albafica smiled and nodded “How about I make some tea then?I’ll join you for a while.”

***

“Are you sure, you don’t need my help with anything?” Heasked, setting down the tray on the only clear spot he could find on Shion’sdesk. He crossed his arms as he turned back to the other Saint, watching as hepulled his hair back into a ponytail and rubbed at his eyes.

‘What kind of nightmare plagued you, my friend?’ He wonderedbefore Shion gave him a tight smile and nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting to tidy some of this mess up beforeI retire for the day. It shouldn’t take me long to do. You don’t have to stayif you don’t want to either” He answered.

‘Easier said than done’ Albafica wanted to say. Instead hesighed quietly, glancing down to his hands. He wasn’t wounded, his blood was nothreat and Shion showed no signs of becoming ill from being near him. That’swhat he kept repeating to himself but… well decades of holding onto a beliefcouldn’t be changed so easily.

In the meanwhile, he could make sure the Cloth Smith didn’twork himself to the point of exhaustion again. If Shion even thought about arguingabout it, he’d pull him away if he had too, Albafica decided.

“I think I would like to say” He said, looking up to see Shionsmile so brightly, sending a wave of emotion over Albafica’s heart.

The Aries kept to his promise, that he just wanted to cleanup some of the parts he had been working on before. A few baskets had beenpulled out of a storage closets to keep each Cloths piece together, smallerfragments had been placed into cloth bags as Shion muttered to himself to “Fixthat as soon as he could.”

Whatever had happened to the Cloths must have beendangerous, though Bronze Cloths were the weakest of them all, they were stillstrong and incredibly hard to even dent. A bitter thought entered Albafica’smind then and he frowned.

“Shion?” He asked.

“Yes Albafica?” Shion called back, running a rag over one gauntlet,likely freshly repaired.

“What happened to the Saints that wore these Cloths? Did theyfall?” He questioned, looking over to the closest one to him. It’s form in toomany pieces and broken to tell which constellation it was shaped after. Many ofthe Bronzes he knew of, were younger, most being teens or entering their firstyears of true adulthood.

For a moment the only sound he heard was Shion setting down thepiece of armor and picking up another. “They got caught in an ambush, but itwasn’t fatal to any. They managed to take down their attackers and returnedwith only bruises and cuts. His Holiness and Athena have removed them from anyduties until they’re well rested and healed” he answered, tone light as it wasclear he was relieved as well.

“Thank goodness for that” Albafica sighed. “What that thecause of you’re nightmare?” He asked, jerking when Shion tensed up.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to overstep my limit” He quicklyadded, lifting a hand as he shifted to move from the chair.

“No” Shion said, turning to face him “It’s alright, I don’tmind. The nightmare was…. a memory I hadn’t expected to encounter. An old onefrom a battle long ago.”

Albafica rose a brow at that “From long ago?”

Shion shook his head “Yes, I-I know this might sound strangebut the Cloths, all of them, they carry memories of the ones that wore them.Sometimes, when I repair them, I catch glimpses of these memories.”

“It doesn’t sound strange to me” He replied. His father hadtold him long ago that the Cloths were alive in a way, so the idea of themcarrying memories made sense. Albafica learned that truth when he asked whyPisces Cloth was constantly in a pool they had in Pisces Temple.

He also remembered fondly of how his father told him of thetime Pisces had leapt out of that pool and slapped itself into his chest like aliving fish out of water.

“That is…pleasant to hear, thank you Albafica” Shionblinked, as if stunned at first before his posture relaxed and his kindexpression returned.

The Aries looked around him and laughed “Well, it seems I’vefinished quicker than expected yet the day is already beginning to end. Weshould both head off to sleep then.”

Albafica hummed in a reply and stood, turning to leave “Companyas I’m learning, has an odd way of passing time quicker than anyone expects.Though I believe I have taken up much of your time, so I think I’ll return to my-“

“Wait” Shion said, nearly shouted as he grasped theedge of Albafica’s sleeve.

He froze, sparks running down his back as he looked behindhim. Shion looked away, an unknown emotion on his face. “Shion?” He asked,voice nearly cracking as he felt his heart speed up.

“I, sorry Albafica, I just…. might I ask one thing of you?”The Aries asked, voice low enough to be a whisper.

“What is it my friend?”

Shion took a breath before he looked up, locking eyes withhim and said one simple sentence that nearly stopped Albafica’s heart. “Wouldyou like to stay the night?” He asked.

His mind screamed, his heart leapt and before Albafica knewwhat happened he replied “Yes.”

***

His heart was pounding in his ears, even as he tried tosettle it. Was it the anxiety of being so close to another person or the joy ofit? How much had he wanted to simply be close to someone? Albafica couldn’t sayfor sure, it had been an eventful day and his thoughts were scattered to the wind.It’s was bad per say just different, very different.

From his spot, he could see Shion shift into a comfortableposition in the bed, tugging up the blankets and tossing onto his side, playingwith the edge of one as he bit his lip. The Aries was as nervous as himself,even with something as simple as sleeping next to each other. Albafica smiledthough and wanted to chuckle at the idea of two grown warriors acting likeyoung teens in love.

In love, they were, weren’t they?

“Are you sure you’re alright with this? I understand if you’dlike to leave, you’ve done so much as it is” Shion spoke, voice low and calm. Stillso pleasant to listen to and calming to Albafica’s own anxiousness.

He shook his head “I’ve made up my mind Shion, do not worryabout me, I think I’ll be just fine.”

“I’d hate to ruin your own sleep Albafica or cause youanymore trouble, really I’d not be- “Shion began, sitting up on an elbow as heran a hand through his hair.

Albafica held up a finger to his lips, quieting the otherSaint just for a moment. There was a chance what he was about to do was a badidea, but for now, just for a few hours he’d allow himself this luxury. Thingshad worked out so far after all and he could not bear the idea of leaving Shionto his nightmares.

So he leaned forward, feeling the warmth of Shion’s lipsagainst his. Heat spread to his cheeks as he did and as he pulled back, Shion’smouth was agape and his own cheeks were pink.

“There’s nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m right here”Albafica said, hoping to sooth the last parts of Shion’s worried and nightmareridden mind.

Shion sighed, relaxing and leaning forward slightly to kisshim back, which Albafica did not refuse. The warmth in his chest and shiverdown his back was too pleasant.

“You have no idea how much those words mean to hear” Hewhispered, one hand gently cupping one of his cheeks as settled back down onthe bed, looking up with half open eyes.

There was no harm in this, Albafica swore and he wanted thistoo much to let any doubt stop him. His heart had ached for such things and tolearn that Shion wanted this too was…incredible. This wouldn’t be the last timehe’d be around Shion in such ways, he was sure of it. He knew that in theirlives, in their dedication to their Goddess and to protecting the rest of humanity,what they were about to start few others considered possible. He didn’t mind though;he swore he’d enjoy every moment.

With one final look towards Shion, he leaned back againsthis pillow, one hand gently brushing through Shion’s hair and closed his eyes.Content to be where he was and sleep.

[oh-no-a-whovian]

Two more lonely people Part 19

NSFW 18+

Summary: “no matter what happens, I love you”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 25 and Bruno is 50) swearing, panic attack, injury, mentions of death.   any others let me know please.

Word count: 2887

Masterlist PT1 Next

Rumours of the truth about you have been circling Encanto since your father’s death and Evaline and Matt’s unannounced departure. Some have been claiming they saw two more wolves at the jungle’s edge during the full moon, a young couple even saying they found the tufts of fur and splattered blood by the river. Some people have even been going straight to Alma, questioning the truth and though she’s tried not to say much, she’s uneasy. She knows that if her son is now like you then she’ll have to reveal the truth, she could hide one werewolf with the lie but two? Her own son at that? No. you just hope the people of Encanto will understand.

You didn’t grieve your father for even a second after Isa had launched a vine through his chest, didn’t even watch as the church lowered him into a grave, the stone only having his name and dates of birth and death. There was no one left in the US to claim his body and no way to really transfer him out of Encanto if there was. So in the ground he went, not a single person to care.

You were glad when you noticed the other wolves’ scents fading from your home and territory. They truly left. You were worried that maybe they were just hiding out, planning something new and horrible. But once their scent was gone, you knew they were gone… you never have to deal with them again.

The month-long wait is almost over. Tonight, Bruno may or may not shift into a wolf with you and he may or may not be completely insane if he does. If what Evaline said is true, you guessed it will be because of the pain of shifting, the sheer agony that accompanies being a werewolf. The first shift was the worst for you, and it will be for him. your theory is because a child is unformed it’s not as much of a problem and can be adjusted to easy. But an adult, fully matured with their bones and muscles set, it would be worse than death.

When the full moon comes, casita is going to remove Bruno’s door, leaving you both trapped inside, surrounded by sand until the sun rises.

“How much further?” Bruno asks even though he knows you can’t answer, not only because you’re in wolf form but also because you have a basket handle in your mouth. He’s clinging to the fur on your shoulder blades, holding on for dear life as you race through the jungle and up the mountain toward your destination.

The sweet smell of flowers fills the air as you carry him up the steep surface, picking each step and stone carefully.

Even though his plan was to spend the last month like normal, he couldn’t do it. he spent several hours one day pacing back and forth in his vision cave, trying to decide if he wanted to look, rambling to himself. He’d check the moon each night as it waned, freaking out as it started to fill out once more. No matter how much you tried to remind him if his intentions for this month, he just couldn’t pull himself from the dark mindset.

You knew you needed to get him out, distract him for at least a little while. You spent all of yesterday collecting fruit, chocolate coated treats, cheeses and so many other things from the markets, filling your favourite basket to the brim and covering it with a blanket to keep it all safe. The hard part was persuading him to actually come out of his room and leave casita for a few hours.

You pant as you finally reach the level expanse of green overlooking the whole of Encanto. The midday sun sits warm and proud in the sky above, its rays undiminished by ominous clouds. The grass beneath your paws is soft and warm as you make your way into the centre of the clearing. The field is surrounded by beautiful flowers of different colours, filling the air with their sweet aroma. A large tree sits at the furthest edge, a cherry blossom, tall and seemingly ancient though it was only introduced to the area a few years ago.

You place the basket on the ground, releasing it from your mouth and flexing your jaws and tongue to ease the discomfort of holding it for so long. You huff in amusement as Bruno falls on his ass with an oof as he tries to get off your back without waiting for you to let him off.

“Good job” you laugh as you shift back, standing over him with an amused smirk, your hand outstretched to help him up. “we’re sitting over there though.” You tell him, gesturing to the tree with your lips as you help him up and pick up the basket.

“The full moon is tonight. Are you sure we should be sitting down and, and having a-a picnic?” he asks, fiddling with his fingers as he walks with you.

“We have plenty of time, mi vida” smiling you place the basket down and take his hands, holding your palms up to his. “You need some time to relax and breathe. Trust me, no matter what happens I’ll be with you.” You kiss his scruffy cheek, loving the way he looks at you with such adoration. “Now we’re gonna relax, eat all the treats I bought, drink both bottles of wine and we’re not gonna think about the potential results of tonight’s full moon.”

“That does sound nice” he smiles, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I also brought a few books” you tell him as you step away and grab the blanket, laying it out beneath the tree. “Though I’m not expecting much reading to happen” you wink, making him stutter.

“Here?” he asks wide eyed at your smirk. “What if someone comes up here or, or Dolores can hear?”

“we’re out of range and as you saw it’s not exactly easy getting up here. It’ll be fine. Besides!” you grin, flicking some hair from your face. “The view up here is amazing”

“It really is” he says back quietly, not taking his eyes from you for a second.

“Eres adorables” you tease. He’s such a sap, so full of love for you, for his family. He’s willing to do anything to make you happy, to make you safe. He was beyond horrified when you’d shown up after your attack, an arepa in your hand and Camilo by your side to tell Bruno what happened. “Now sit so we can make good use of our time.”

Plopping down on the blanket, you rifle through the basket of goods, placing them neatly in front of you.

“How’d you find this spot?” Bruno asks staring up at the pink flowers of the tree that doesn’t belong here.

“I’ve pretty much seen everything within the mountain range. Spent heaps of time just exploring, finding every little hidden location and admiring their beauty. Even brought Isa up here once, she’s why this tree is here” you gesture up before shoving a berry in his mouth, giggling as his eyes go wide.

“Amor” Bruno gasps, feigning horror at your sudden action.

“Hmmm?” you smile innocently, popping one in your own mouth.

“Te quiero” he huffs, shaking his head at your antics.

For while you both just lay there, enjoying each other’s company and the amazing array of food you brought. You spoke of everything except what the full moon may entail. You played with his hair, rubbing his head and tugging at the curls, making him moan in pleasure.

You eased his mind for a few hours, distracting him by reminding him how much you care. You kissed him all over and left him a moaning needy mess as you drooled all over his cock. You sucked marks onto his neck as you rode him and giggled in delight when he flipped you over.

The fun had to end eventually though and with two hours left until the full moon reaches the right point, you took him back down the mountain.

~~~~~

Bruno’s POV

“Joder, estoy aterrorizado.” He admits as the door to his room disappears before him, leaving a blank wall in its place. It’s just him and her now, waiting for the moon to decide his fate. He really is scared and he’s genuinely not sure if knowing tonight’s outcome in advance would have made a difference to the sheer terror he feels now.

“I know.” She whispers as she wraps her arms around him, pressing her face into his neck. He was truly grateful for her distractions through the day, for a little while he had actually managed to forget his anxieties, think only about his love for her. He wished he could spend forever in that moment, high up the mountain, just her and the view.

His revelry and bliss were shattered when she said it was time to go back, that she could feel the moon beginning its rise. Apparently, she never had to look up to know when the full moon is coming, her very bones telling her it’s close. She described it as a buzz in her blood and excitement in her mind, like being called for by a loved one. Like comfort and love. All he feels right now is dread.

“I didn’t know I was going to shift the first time. Scared the shit out of my parents… especially my father” she sneers, hating that she even mentioned the man. “I shifted in the lounge room right in front of them.” She explains as he walks with her to the platform. “I made a mess of everything as I freaked out.”

“I don’t know if I can do this…” he admits rubbing his hand on his forehead and brushing back his curls. “h-how long un-until…?” he tries to ask as the stone hands take them to the top.

“Not long now” you sigh “I’ll turn first and fast. I hope… I truly hope you don’t have to go through it. I hope Julieta’s food fixed it.”

He nods at her words. He’s grateful that she’s trying to avoid mentioning how much pain he’s gonna be in, that his bones are going to crack, and his muscles are going to tear. Going mad during that much pain is probably the sane result.

He glances into the vision cave as he sits on the lounge just outside it, the picnic blanket from the trip up the mountain now laying atop the sand with several plates of Julieta’s healing food, mostly meat based.

“I want you to know that no matter what happens tonight…” she kneels before him, her eyes filled with love as she looks up at him. He never thought he’d have someone caring for him as genuine as her, beautiful and loving. He’s still not sure he deserves her, especially after how he ruined her birthday, almost getting her killed. “No matter what happens, I love you. I will never leave your side, not even for a second.”

“I know” as he says the words her eyes glow cyan and her body shifts. Even as a wolf her eyes are filled with her worry for him.

She sits before him, looking down as she watches him intently, her body now much taller than him. As minutes go by with nothing happening, hope sparks. Julieta’s food must have worked, curing him as soon as he was bitten. He breathes out a shaky sigh, trying to stop his wavering hands. it worked! He’s not gonna shift.

Just as he relaxes his body and mind, believing he’s fine and safe, everything goes black.

He feels like he’s trapped inside a dark as pitch room, oppressive and heavy. He can’t see anything as he spins on the spot, no light or features to the space. The worst has happened. He’s blacked out and his body is shifting into a wolf as he stands trapped in his own mind.

He feels his chest tighten his breathing becoming rapid and difficult. He feels like he’s being crushed, like he’s suffocating. His mind is running in circles, worried about all the horrible things that will happen now. He won’t be able to control his body, his actions. He’ll lose time each month for the rest of his life. He could hurt someone.

He falls to his knees, crying into his hands as defeat washes over him. she’ll know right away, right? She’ll be able to tell that it’s not him in control?

He doesn’t notice the pale glow forming behind him, covering him in warm light.

“Do not give in to despair” a voice sounds out behind him, startling him. He spins toward the glow, falling on his ass and backing away. Its voice has a deep but feminine tone, but its form seems to have no gender, nothing defining it. It kneels before him as he stares up at it, wide eyed and unsure. “You will regain control soon.”

“I thought I’d lost control completely? That I’ve become a monster.” He admits to the being, though he’s unsure of its intent. “We were told because of my age that I’d lose control. Is that not true?”

“No, it’s true… at least normally it would be” it looks down at him curiously. At least he thinks it does, it doesn’t have any features to tell, he can just feel it. “What did you do differently?” it tilts its head leaning in too close for comfort.

“I-I d-don’t know” he stutters. “Mi familia… we have a gift…”

“Magic?” it asks, and he nods in response.

“My sister can heal w-with food… I ate some just after I was bitten…” it leans back on its heels, humming in response to his words.

“Thank you for telling me.” It seems to smile.

“What are you?”

Before it can answer him, the real world comes back to him. his body aches and his head feel like it’s splitting in two. The world seems a little brighter and the smells of the food in the vision cave seems a little stronger. Well, a lot stronger actually.

[Y/N] is lying beside him, her fur covered face buried in his neck… in his own fur…

He feels his tail and his massive paws. He feels his snout as he places one on his new paws over it. he can feel his ears flick about at the squeaks of his rats in the walls. He runs his tongue across the new razor-sharp teeth. He wishes he could look in a mirror right now.

He moves his head up so he can look at the woman, wolf, beside him. she smells amazing. Before she smelt like any other dog in this form, a clean one but still dog. Now she smells of lavender and pastries, the dew that falls onto the grass in the evening, sage and cedarwood.

She looks up at him, worry and sadness in her eyes. She witnessed all that he missed of his transformation, the pain that now only feels like a dull ache in his muscles.

I’m ok he tells her pressing his snout to hers, admiring the way her tail starts to wag frantically, reminding him of the day she first found him outside casita all those months ago.

You’re still you! She pounces on him, licking and nipping at him playfully. He submits to her affection, enjoying every moment.

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[Y/N]’s POV

You could do nothing as he screamed, every bone in his body cracking and reshaping. Tears poured down his cheeks as he sobbed. All you could do was whine and press your head against him, trying to offer what little comfort you could.

When his screaming stopped, and his body was fully shifted you settled down beside him as he panted, trying to ease away the pain. You never left his side, just as you promised, staying with him for the near hour he was shifting. It will take time, but it will become faster and easier, especially if he does it outside of full moons. Practice makes perfect.

His fur is dark with flecks of white mixed in along his hackles, around his muzzle and eyes. His hooded eyes are the familiar bright green that glows when he’s doing a vision. His soft fur lays in ripples down his back, wavy like his hair.

As he finally moved to look at you, your Bruno still behind his eyes, you were overjoyed. After all that he was still himself, the man you love.

You spent the whole night playing with him, chasing each other in the sand. After he ate nearly all of the food of course.

When the door back to the world reopened and you both stepped outside, massive smiles on your faces and arms locked together. Relief washed over all the Madrigal’s faces, although it shifted a little when you told them he did in fact shift, he just didn’t go mad or lose control.

As you look at him in the morning sun, his beautiful green eyes glinting in the light, you realise this is a new beginning and the true start to the rest of your life with him.

A/N: sorry this one is late! Was a busy week. Remember! Like and reblog to share the love!!!

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[theredwritingwitch]

The Dunes Home- Part Three

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x you, Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!/reader, Frankie x wooden sculpture reader

Summary: A plan is put together and the parts are about to be assembled but a trip to the beach is in order.

Word Count: 2887

Warnings: Tiny angst

Ratings: M

Author’s Note: This is reader insert and I believe the only point where physical characteristic is described is with the eyes. Color of the wood is reader’s choice.

Part Two - Part Four

Frankie had googled many weird things before. His internet history was a plethora of various home improvement projects, how-to guides, and tips for being a better parent. He had a wish list of several woodworking tools, contacts for lumber and parts, and live feeds of his favorite wildlife spots. There were several searches for kids games, fishing boats, and twitter links he would randomly look up after Benny had made him a twitter account he never once tweeted on. Today was a weird one though, never did the words “average woman’s dimensions” show up in Frankie’s search history before now. After talking to you about your preferred age, he looked up the average build of a woman in your desired age range, searching through several links to health related websites and some to definitely unhelpful and absolutely not health related websites.

He measured your shoulders and head to get a rough estimate of what perhaps the rest of your body could be. The two of you discussed height options as well as many other sizes for the rest of your body. Because after knowing you for two days now, Frankie decided to build you a body. A wooden body for his wooden maid, is what you had chimed to him. Frankie snorted and rolled his eyes as you still proclaimed him amazing for his heroic action of saving your shoulder. It wasn’t anywhere near a heroic deed, but he didn’t stop you from thinking that though.

A measuring tape was extended out to give you a physical example of what the various heights looked like after you stated you wanted to compare them to Frankie’s own stature. Exclaiming which height you preferred the most, one where you could fit into Frankie’s arm like a puzzle piece which made him cough up his morning coffee at your boldness, you decided on the rest of the measurements you liked for your body. You've been becoming more and more forward with your pleasantries and affection, starting this morning when Frankie had picked you up out of bed, the guest bed not his, and placed you gently down at a cushioned seat in the kitchen. You watched and commented on the way his muscles in his shoulders worked against his shirt, making him flush as bacon sizzled in the skillet. 

Now you were snuggly placed into the passenger seat of his truck, with a box under you so you were tall enough to see out the window. Your iridescent blue and green eyes glowed bright as you looked all about the world that passed by.

“I’ve always seen just the sea, basically only known the sea and the sand, but I’ve never really seen the greens of the forest,” you awed as Frankie drove down the winding road.

Tall and skinny long leaf pines trees stretched across all directions as scrub palmetto covered the floor. Frankie’s eyes were darting between the road and the surrounding area for dead wood he could potentially use.

“How would you like to have your body made from wood in the forest?”

“Head of the sand and a body of the forest,”  you bit your lip in thought.

Frankie glanced over to you, “Y ojos del mar.”

Your chest swelled as you looked directly at Frankie with a faint smile, “I like that thought, don’t you?”

Frankie nodded, “If you like it, so do I.”

“The seagulls will gossip.”

“Seagulls gossip?”

“Of course they do! If one of the local sea turtles dropped a sea urchin from its shell by accident, the gulls would yap about till the sea turned red! Haven’t you ever stopped and listened to their yapping? They never stop!”

He hadn’t. He never bothered to listen to the birds much ever. Maybe he should.

“Maybe later we can grab some food and sit down on the beach together and see if we can eavesdrop on one of their conversations. What do you say?”

An elated smile paired with dazzling eyes looked back up to Frankie.

“Yes! Absolutely,” you exclaimed. A serious expression struck your face quickly, “No food though, if you have food, the gulls will just snatch it away.”

Frankie agreed quickly with a chuckle, “We’ll eat at home and then take a late night stroll on the beach.” He glanced at you and was satisfied with your enthusiastic nod that, if you hadn’t been buckled in, almost caused you to toppled off the box you were sitting upon.

It didn’t take long for Frankie to find some suitable logs of dead wood. He acquired a variety of wood; from different sizes, shapes, and colors. You would have your choice of the pick, whatever you desired. Frankie was going to try his hardest to make whatever you wanted to the best of his ability. With the wood sorted into the bed of the truck, under your encouraging supervision, you two headed back home; Frankie jumping out of the car here and there to collect pieces of driftwood that he could potentially use as well. Your chipper attitude only brightened when you sat you on the worktable inside the garage, watching him haul out all the wood. 

The world had become a bigger place in the last couple of hours. The woods smelled so different from the beach as well as the grass that grew around the pine trees felt so different compared to the dune grass that had grown around your stump. Frankie had held you to several different things while you two scoured for proper wood. You quickly found out that your favorite feeling was from the soil. You rubbed your cheek against the dirt as Frankie smiled and shook his head. But honestly the best feeling was from the brush of his fingers to your dirty cheek. Even now, after seeing the green beauty of the forest, the best view you’ve had all day was that of your woodcarver’s muscles stretching against his shirt. You watched as his arms bulged from lifting the logs out of the truck and down into a pile. His hair tousled slightly to the sea breeze as he ran his fingers over his mustache while pondering his next move. But it was the soft flicker of his eyes that you liked the most. Through the back and forth of his work, his eyes would land on you, gracing you with an easy and sweet look. You felt this surge of warmth and admiration. For many years, before Frankie, you were so lonesome as a molding and decomposing stump. Quickly pushing the thought from your head, you focused back on Frankie as he sat down in front of you with a sketchbook and pencil in hand.

“So we’ll start out with some sketches and dimensions, then we can go through the wood and see what pieces will work best for what body part. Sound good,” Frankie questioned you as he did a rough sketch of a figure.

“You draw as well?”

Frankie laughed, “I can do a sketch, just don’t expect any real details in the drawing. It’s just for reference.”

“Still that’s more than I can do!”

“Well that’s because you don’t have arms or hands, but we’re about to solve that issue. So let’s talk…um…figure.”

You watched Frankie scratch at his beard as he began talking about different sizes and figures and what logs could be used to create the different parts of your body, letting you decide what you wanted while he nodded and wrote everything down. You smiled and watched him as his hand moved quickly to jot down your suggestions and mumbled under his breath about different woods. You giggled at him as he excitedly told you about the different smells of the woods, pine being his favorite, and telling you how important it is to pick a wood that had a good smell. You would be stuck with that smell forever, or whatever forever was for someone like you. Agreeing with Frankie’s assessment, a question floated into your timber mind.

“What do you smell like, Francisco?”

Frankie’s eyes just about bulged out of his head as his brain rationalized what you had asked. His brains had been questioning what other new experience you would want to explore, his lonely mind leading to places he didn’t want to go. Well, actually he did want to go to those places but tried not to. You were still so new and curious to the world, so joyful to what he took for granted. He had all the respect in the world for you and didn’t want to blemish your beautiful attitude. Sometimes his own bad habits and old wounds would come up and rear their ugly heads. You deserved the best and he was going to give that to you. Which started at letting you smell him. Truly, he didn’t know if this was a good idea or not.

“Well you tell me,” Frankie leaned down as he avoided eye contact with you.

You leaned into him and closed your eyes as you took in his musk. Leather. Oil. Pine. But as well, a hint of the sea. The ocean must have rubbed off on him, just as the woods. But you were so curious about the leather and oil. Intrigued and unable to resist the urge, you softly leaned into Frankie, placing your cheek against his to feel the rough patch of facial hair grind against your sanded skin. Frankie, just like you, couldn't hold back as he took a long whiff of your beachy, woodsy, and earthy smell. He felt all the anxiety of becoming closer to you seep away as he found himself lean into you. Sometime went by as the two of you leaned into each other, sublime in each other's space that neither one of you wanted to break the hold you both had on each other. But as always, your mind was curious, maybe even more so now.

“Francisco? I’m going to really need you to start in on this body of mine. I think I want to run my fingers through your hair as soon as possible,” you commented as you nuzzled a little into his cheek as he raised his head from you.

“Roger, mis ojos brillantes.” Frankie’s smile equaled yours as he got to work.

The rest of the day consisted of Frankie comparing and measuring logs; placing them down on a long makeshift table made out of a spare piece of long, flat board he had in storage from a previous project. Sawing some skinnier logs into pieces, he placed the logs down for the different parts of your arms. Then he placed several pieces of driftwood and pine for your chest and belly, explaining that he would be gluing the wood together to form a solid core for your body. He then placed down more sawed pine for your legs and feet, placing small bits of driftwood for toes that he also decided to use for your fingers. Altogether Frankie had mapped out an array of logs into the shape of a body. You stood proud to the side of the table, watching this ambitious man map out your future body. 

You teased him as he looked on longingly to the rest of the logs that you two had acquired, “You don’t need to use every piece Francisco!”

Frankie looked back at you with a stern look and wagged his finger as you laughed, “Waste not, what not.”

The day had gone by fast with your travels and setup. Your woodcarver would set out to work tomorrow, telling you that to create a whole body would take time. In exchange, you would think up gifts for Antonia while he whittled away. With the day coming to a close, Frankie kept to his promise and with you settled in his hands, the two of you stalled out to a spot on the beach not too far out from some seagulls.

“Are they really saying that?” Frankie asked as he piled a small mound of sand behind and around you to prop you up.

“Of course! The gulls love talking about how they bug and scare humans! They’re huge peeping toms honestly! You have no idea how much the gulls watch you really.”

“Creepy.”

“Oh absolutely! In fact they give each other rewards to whoever has the best story.”

“What? Like catch of the day.”

“No, that’s easy. While out and about, they pillage tiny items from humans. I’ve seen them trade trash, pencils, jewelry, fabrics, anything loose and small enough for their beaks to carry away.”

Frankie eyed the seagulls closest to the two of you, thinking about all the screws and nails he’d lost the last couple of months.

“Bastards.” 

You hummed in agreement as you listened to the gulls talk about stealing a popsicle from a child at the beach, running straight into a window at the ranger station so the spooked ranger spilled coffee on himself, and scaring away the couple that were making out just earlier in the evening. You listened to them squabble about how the couple were all hands on each other and how their legs practically woven together. They cawed about the noises the couple were making and about the loose clothing the seagulls were able to snag before scaring the couple off. One such lacey trophy was hanging from a gull’s mouth.

Leaning in towards Frankie, you felt the sand slowly fall apart from around you. Tiny chunks of packed sand collapsed as you looked on to the clothing item that one seagull held onto. You had seen some pictures of bras online when Frankie had left you alone to conduct your own search with a pen twirling from your mouth so you could type at the keys. He had gone in with vague explanations about the different body parts, instructing you on the difference between his own body and your future body. His explanations left much to be desired…so you went on a hunt and educated yourself on your new body and its functions. And by the soil under your roots, those searches were very fruitful!

Which brought you to your current position, the feeling of Frankie’s hands ghosting over your shoulders as he packed down the sand around your base. You felt the calluses smooth over you causing a shiver to course through your body, breaking some of the sand off of you yet again. 

“Here I’ll just hold you instead. Is that alright?” Frankie asked as he began to stroke clumps of sand off of you. 

“Please Francisco?”

Frankie smiled and picked you up and placed you in his lap. His hands curled under your base to hold you up as you leaned back into his warm chest.

Unbothered by the cool wind whipping off the ocean, Frankie tucked you into him as his body encircled you. He listened to you mutter about the ins and outs of avoiding seagulls, trying not to think about how your head was right under him where he could easily rest his chin against you. The salty and earthy smell of your hair drifted to Frankie’s nose, daring him to come closer. The poor man kept his hands still, cupped to you as the inside of him stirred with a strong urge to tuck you in closer. He wanted to rest his cheek to your temple, maybe even pass a simple kiss to the smooth swirl of wood that lay there. He felt you shift your head to the side, resting your own cheek to his chest. Frankie knew he ran warm, he knew you would feel the heat radiating off of him, but he wondered if you could feel the instant warmth he felt rush through his body the instant you leaned into him. 

“You know, when I was just a stump here on the beach, I never felt a bit cold. But I never did feel warm either,” you sighed as you closed your eyes and listened to Frankie’s heart beat.

“Just indifferent to it all?”

“I guess. Just never cold nor hot. Never really happy or really sad. I’ve never felt quite as…lively? Or…”

“The opposite, yeah I get that.” Frankie easily read where your thoughts were going.

“Maybe there was once, or maybe it was just a searing pain that I remember. But that passed too.”

“As it does,” a few unsavory memories came to Frankie’s mind, ones he didn’t want to share in the moment but also didn’t want you to share in the pain. He didn’t want you to feel bad or sad, not even depressed. If he could craft you a world, devoid of all that would frighten you or hurt you, he would. That was impossible of course, even as he reminded himself that impossible was a word he no longer understood as he sat here talking to a living wooden bust. But for now he could try his best to help you in other ways “And what do you feel now?”

You hummed as you rubbed your cheek to his soft worn shirt again, “Nice, comfy. I don’t believe I’ve ever felt comfy before, but I do now.”

Frankie leaned his chin down onto your head then.

“Good, cause tomorrow, I’m gonna get started with carving.”

Part Four

“Y ojos del mar” = and eyes of the sea

“mis ojos brillantes” = my bright eyes

[kingdomsqueendomkimgme]

Long live the king

A/N : this will play in modern time since the MV concept isnt only him being a King but he can control time, that why i made them Vampires in this story, thats also why Iˋll let it be in the modern time.

I got the idea for the story line before falling asleep a few months ago soo yeah. I hope yall enjoy it.

Have a nice day, evening, night. <3) and this will be more then one part since I have too many ideas for the storyline

Word count: 2887

Kingdom masterlist

Pt.2

Y/N Pov.

Today was the day were our class will be on a school trip to a old castle.

Iˋm really interestet in it, since Iˋve been reaserching about it a lot and I want to see if i can find any clues that would show that the Myths are true or at least some of them. " hey Y/N?" I looked up to see brian " Hey Brian whats up?" "sooo I know that your interestet in this castle so i asked my dad to do some deeper reaserch and you wont believe what he found" I took my backpack of the seat next to me and he sat down. " What did he find?" he gave me a Letter, I first looked at him confused but he just smiled at me so i took it and opened up.

"He found out that the King looks exactly like todays owner. Which is very much impossiple because over a thausends of years there should have been at least a little change in his looks but it isnt .... there is no change he looks exactly like every portait of the last king and then i told my dad that you found out theres a myth that he was a Vampire and his friends too right?" I nodded " And my dad then called a friend that lives in the town where the castle is who has old letters of the royal family. and this one could be the proof that your right about it. We just need to find the room that is described in the letter."

We did read the letter and talked about the room and myths the rest of the bus ride.

When we arived we all got split up in teams of each 2 people and luckily me and brian got in one.

we were alowed to walk around alone aslong as we didnt destroy anything.

So me and brian are currently in the hallway where the room should be. Only problem we shouldnt be here because that is already the private area of the castle but we were to curious to care about that right now.

"There" brain whispered This is the door that is described in the letter "If theres the strais behind the door iˋll def. go down because i really wanna see if you are right about all the myths" I nodded and slowly opend the door and to our surprise there where stairs that went down "Oh my god..." we both breath out in relive but "Yes the teacher said that there are 2 students missing we need to find them" we looked at each other shooked and just went down the stairs carfully closing the door and silantly walking down the stairs "btw. brain im thankful that you came with me" He stopped shortly before we were complitly down the strairs "of course  your my bestie and ill always be by your side yk. You do it for me all the time so ill def do the same" I smiled and then we walked into another hallway "Ok now we just need to go to the end of the hallway" brain nodded. and we began to walk.

After a longer walk then espected we came finally to the door that we searched the whole time.

We both stopped and tried to calm down our excitement because if we didnt find what we hoped for we would be really disappointed.

"Do you want to open the door?" Brian asked, I looked at him "Yes but iˋm nervous" he put a hand on my shoulder and smiled "should we do it together then?" I nodded and whit that we both pushed the door open.

I stepped inside the room and "Whoa thats a really pretty room..." I whispered "Yes your right.... look theres the portait i told you about" I looked at the other side of the room where brian had pointed and i couldn´t believe my eyes... The Painting really looks exactly like the offspring of the now a days owner.

"Holy shit..." I breathed out. Brian looked aroundthe room and found a small cest, probably one of these where the Letters are stored in. "Maybe we'll finde something in here that proofs the Mythes." He said and handed me the small Chest.  Before i could open it we heared footsteps fastly walking towards the room "Oh shit we need to hide now" I whisper yelled, placed the chest back and pulled Brian to the second door.

As I opened it we saw that it lead into the garden where we were suppost to meetwith our teacher. We closed the door and ran to our class. We luckily haven't been caught and just went between the other students. A few minutes passed and the teacher saw us "Where have you two been?" she yelled "I'm very sorry miss Miller but both of them where here the whole time. We tried to tell you but we could find a way telling you without being unfriendly." Jesse said, while the guards also came hearing everything Jesse said. To say at least that they were pissed is an understandment.

"W-what ? but i havent seen them... OK Im very sorry for my overreacting" //Im soo lucky that we are a bigger class where every one has eachothers back damn that could have ended diffrently// I shot Jesse a thanking look which he just smiled at. The Teacher wanted to say something else when the Owner of the Castle arrived and look at all of us. His gaze lingered longer on me then I would have liked but he didn't  say anything. Brian and I looked at each other to see if we both saw the same thing. No one dared to talk.

"So I got notice of what happend and as I can see and judging from what I have heard there has never been a Problem?" It came out as a question which our Teacher just nodded at and lowerd her gaze to the floor.

"Ok since everything is right now, I can finally anaunce that I have descided that you all are Invided to our Ball Tomorrow night." There was shook written over all our faces, that was the last thing we expected after what had happened.

"So for those who dont want to go you are allowed to leave now, everyone else stays." Our nerdy students left and went to the bus that would bring them back to our hotel. The rest stayed. "Ok now that only the people are here that want to go on the Ball, you'll get your Invitation and a Letter where all Informations you need to know about the Ball and the other events tomorrow are written in" Each of us got 2 Letters one more Fancy looking then the other. I assume that the one with the gold on it is the Invitation and the other is with all Informations. "Good does everyone have the two Letters ?" we all nodded and with that he let us of the hook for today to explore the Town and get Outfits for Tomorrow night.

Small Timeskip In Town:

"How did we not get caught?" Brian asked while we walked trought the Suit shop. "Can you be a bit more quiet, i'd appriciate that.?" I looked at him and he just grinned "why you wanted to be caught?" He wiggled his eyebrows "What?" I looked at him with wide eyes "I mean he doesn't look bad and your single" "You really are stupid you know that?" He fake cried and held a hand on his heart "Dear you really hurted my feelings right now" we both brusted into laugher. We found a perfect suit for him and went to search for a dress for me. We already baught our masks and jewlery so we dont have to worry about that anymore.

shoes should be easy too after we found our Outfits.

We searched through the shop till Biran ran to me with something red in his Hands. "Here this would look soo good on you plus it is more flowy then tight" He grinned at me. I took the dress and went to try it on and I must say he really knows me plus he has amazing taste.

I took a second look in the mirror and steped outside . "What do you think?" "I knew you would look amazing, Please tell me you'll take this."

I looked at him and stayed silent for a few more seconds before i nodded.

He jumped up and hugged me "Good now come pay, I'm hungry" I chuckled at his antics.

After i payed we went first to the Hotel to bring everything back and then we went to search for a restaurant. We found one after good 20 minutes of searching and went inside to order foor.

We talked about all the myths and other things (We luckily found a table in a not so crowded area) When Brian suddenly stopped talking. "brian?" "shhh" He shushed me and pointed at something with his head. I turned around where I saw that the "King", Imma call him that now since idk his name, stood and talked to one of the employees, I turned back " we should go.... its good that we already paid" I whispered and packed my back. We both waited a bit so that the "king" and the guards where distracted and left the restaurant.

"Dude we litteraly just fleed from them" Brian laught, I smiled "No we just went out of the restairant because we finished eating" We walked back to the Hotel but then descided that we still have time to make a walk at the lake near the forest.

"Why do I feel like we're being watched?" I questioned. Brian looke at me "Phuu so I'm not the only one feeling that way"  We came to a stop "Boy thats creeping me out" We heard a stick cracking and turned around. There was a Boy or Man idk he looks like hes about 20 or something. witch Blond hair. We looked at him shooked. "Oh I'm really sorry for scaring you two, I got the Order to tell you that King Louis wants to see you both after you disappiered so quickly from the restaurant." We both swallowed "Did we do something?" I asked and the Blond looked at me with a confused look. "What ? No, he went to all the students that are invited to the ball and the other events." he laughed "So he tried to find you both but you always went away so fast" Me and Brian looked at each other "Ohh we didn't even notice that" I said quitely "Oh thats no problemhe just figured you two didn't noticed us" The Blond Smiled warmly. "Btw I'm Ivan, you don't need to be formal with me, but I recommand doing so with the others till they allow you to speak more infomaly with them, especialy with Louis, Arthur and Dann" we both nodded.

"Ok, then please follow me, I'll bring you to them." Ivan turned around but looked back at us over his shoulder "And one more thing if you two really where the students that went into the room, If you saw anything, don't let anyone know. I won't tell anyone if it really was you but be aware not to let anything slip, especially not to the others and Louis." We both looked at eachother with widen eyes "So it was you two" Ivan took notice of our reaction and turned back around "You don't need to worry, just don't let anyone know, I promise I keep your secret safe. I mean everything was in its place so we all assume you two got lost in the castle, since its really big. Am I right?" "Yes we wanted to search for the exit to meet our class but yeah we got very lost, my apologies." I bowed, embaressed and kept my look on the ground. Suddenly someone stood in Front of me  but it defenitly wasn't Ivan he had a different color on... "Louis..." It was Ivan who talked but more with horror in his voice then I wanted to hear.  I took a deep breath and closed my eyes still keeping my head to the ground. "Ivan you can take the boy with you to the others and wait there, I want to talk to her." I heard shuffeling and two peoples steps slowly disappering.

I felt a Hand under my chin making me look up and automaticly opening my eyes. //Damn he looks even better upclose..... shushhhh get out of my head...I cant think about him like this.// He steped a bit back but still had his hand on my chin. "so you two got really lost in the castle?" I nodded "Then your teacher was right. But its ok since you haven't stolen anything like some other students we had in the past, that also got 'Lost' how they said, you really seemed to be lost thought. But Why didn't you two say anything? Is it because of your teacher?" He had a questioning look in his eye and let go of my chin, so that i could talk. " yes it was because of the teacher she would have looked us in our hotel rooms or something like that, thats why our classmates had our back for us. Please don't tell her we got lost... I don't want to be locked in the same room for the next two months...." 

His eyes widen a bit "wait so your telling me she would just lock you in the hotel for the rest of the trip?" "Yes she did it already a few times to other students... and we're scared that of she finds out that she'll do the same with us too" I looked down again. //now that I think about it of they tell her we will really be locked away for the rest of the trip.....shit// " We won't tell her don't worry you pretty little head about it" this made me look up. //wait he'll not tell her but why?// my thoughts got interrupted when he added "but you have to promise me something or more said you need to do me a favor." I looked at him "and w-what would that be" He chuckled "you will be my companion for the ball and all other events" He looked at me waiting for a awnser and for me to think about it.

//I mean I have nothing to lose and it's not like there will be happening anything bad// I took a deep breath before I said "Ok, I'll do that" He looked first a bit shooked, apparently not awaiting that awnser but then smiled slightly "Good now come, we need to find the others so that we can tell you the extra information for the Ball" He held out his hand for me to take which I did because I'm not unfriendly. //damn he has cold hands.. and he seems to have a hard time to show emotion//

He suddenly stopped which made me run into his back. I mumbled a "sorry" and looked down embrace. "It's ok but you need to stay here till I come back, something isn't right..." I looked up at him he seemed mad. So I nodded and stayed behind the tree. I watched him disappear into the house where we were suppost to meet the others.

//what is going on??//

I sat down in the grass and waited.

//damn I wish I could know what's going on// I heard footsteps but I didn't dear making a sound, fear flooding my body within seconds, not knowing who it is. "Hey" someone whispered I jumped slightly and held my hand to my heart. I looked shooked at Ivan "Sorry, come Louis told me to get you to the Palace. He said I should watch both of you till he and the others have dealt with the intruder" "In-what?" I whisper yelled, he just nodded and helpt me up. We began to speed walk away from the house and in direction to the Palace when suddenly someone jumped in front of us. Ivan immediately hid me behind him. "Where is she?" The man in front of us asked "I know she was with you I saw it" "why do you want to know? Why is she so important?" Asked Ivan angered //wait are they talking about me? But that can't be..// "oh come on you know as well us I do about what powers she has. And she'd make a great secret weapon." "You won't get her" Louis voice came from beside us. I looked at him and also.saw the others there. I got pulled back "mmmh what did you say about we won't get her" a knive to my neck, the fear came back floating through my veins. I felt a strange sensation in my hands and suddenly all the enemies where blown away and nocked out.

//damn what was that, I'm so tired...// the last thing I saw was that all of the run up to me before my knees gave up and everything went black.

[sailorsero]

nothin’ else like this - nsfw

author: claire (@sailorsero​) ship: solo adult bakugou katsuki, dash of adult bakugou x gender neutral reader, side adult kaminari denki x adult shinsou hitoshi prompt/genre: birthday & food kink themed solo play wordcount: 2887 warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kink, food fetish/food kink/sploshing a/n: • written for the Bakugou’s Birthday Bash Collaboration - check out the masterlist to see everyone elses!) • shoutout to @foolishfortuna who is writing an amazing food fetish kiribaku that inspired me to write this kink • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘birthday cake’ by rihanna

nothin’ else like this *** pinkyofficial • HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BLASTIEST BOY IN THE GALAXY!!! @explosiongoddynamight LOVE YOU!!! 💥🧡🍹🎂😘 CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND GET TURNT WITH MAH BOYSSS!!! BAKUSQUAD BABY!!! 👬🧍‍♀️👬 GO TELL DYNAMIGHT HAPPT BIRTHDAY Y’ALL!!! #dynamight #pinky #birthdaybitch

its_cellophane: happt birthday @explosiongoddynamight pinkyofficial: @its_cellophane suddenly we’re a squad of 4 #cellowho theredriot: Look at us 🥺 can’t wait to celebrate together, love you guys!!! happy birthday bro @explosiongoddynamight ♥️ chargebolt: But can we get #birthdaybitch trending tho?? 🤔

Bakugou tutted, flicking through the photos Mina had posted to Instagram. One from last years Hero Gala, with Tweedle Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest crowded into his personal space - all smiles, suits and champagne flutes. A post-graduation selfie with the woman herself, where he felt so triumphant at moving onto the next stage of his quest to become #1, that he hadn’t even objected to the filter that gave them huge eyelashes and bear ears. A couple from their most recent meetups, candids from their school days (mostly taken without his knowledge, let alone permission; the only one that he was posing for featured a double middle finger that had set Iida off for a good fifteen minutes), one from a photoshoot his publicist had strong armed him into and his friends had christened ‘The Great Bakugou Thirst Trap of 2020’.

Bakugou did not consider himself a sentimental person, or someone who placed a great deal of importance on his own birthday; he hadn’t even made any fuss when you told him you were needed in Osaka for a mission that would take you away two days before he turned 24.

But he couldn’t help but go back to the first photo of the bunch, allowing himself a soft smile he would deny under oath.

His 17th birthday, his first birthday with - ugh - real friends. He remembered rolling his eyes when Racoon Eyes had given her blindingly pink phone to the waitress, yelling at Sparky and Tape Face when they’d shoved themselves into the same side of the booth as the rest of them, growling when Shitty Hair had told him to ‘say ‘cheese’, Bakubro!’.

They all looked so young, pre-undercuts and piercings and late teenage growth spurts. He’d have to remember the (very secret) happiness that night had brought him next time Kirishima annoyed him by stepping mud into his carpet or Kaminari pissed him off by opening his big fat mouth.

Bakugou was drawn from his thoughts by knocking on his office door. Knocking that started out strong for the first hit, dropping noticeably into something more tentative for the rest; probably once they remembered whose door they were knocking on. Kirishima had once told him that the interns drew straws on who had to ‘rattle the beast’s cage’ (interact with Bakugou). He’d know; that idiot had been rattling Bakugou’s cage 25/8 since their first year at Yuuei.

“Come in!”

The door opened far enough for an assistant who had already been by this morning with a sack of birthday cards mixed in with regular fan mail to poke their head through the gap.

“Mr Dynamight, Sir, there’s another delivery for you.”

Bakugou nodded, leaning back in his leather desk chair and stretching out his back. Damn paperwork day, and on his birthday. Fuck, was 24 the age your back started aching from sitting in a goddamn chair?!

The assistant continued as they approached the desk, despite the fact that Bakugou didn’t fucking ask.

“It’s a cake, from a lovely bakery downtown; a delivery person just dropped it off. Their cakes are exquisite, by all accounts.”

They stepped back from the desk once the baby blue box was securely placed down, a white satin ribbon wound expertly around it. An embossed logo Bakugou recognised shone under the overhead light.

The blonde’s quirk made short work of the ribbon, burning it idly with one hand so the rest could be severed with ease.

Bakugou flipped the lid of the box up, letting it fall fully open so he could inspect the contents. He blinked. He blinked again.

It was a cake. A strawberry shortcake, slathered with cream and fresh fruit, and perfectly placed in the centre was a chocolate disc with immaculately piped words.

♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYNAMIGHT ♡

“It’s from your fanclub!”

He let his eyes drift back up to the assistant, who - from what Bakugou could infer from the overly positive, cheery tone he was using - clearly thought Bakugou was seconds away from blasting the expensive gateau across his office, and was trying to avert having to call the janitorial staff back up to this floor. He understood; unbridled, perhaps not-always-reasonable rage was kind of his brand, and the cleaners had already had to make a return journey today after Kaminari had set off several sprinklers making toast.

A cake. Yes, a cake. From his fanclub. A cake from his fanclub. That he was definitely going to eat and nothing else, nothing weird! A cake for him to eat. At home. In private. As soon as possible.

“That’s-” He cleared his throat and tried again. “That’s...great. It looks delicious...yes. Thanks. That’s all. You can...go.”

The assistant looked like they were struggling to process the combination of words that had just left Bakugou, but he was pleased when they decided to take this struggle on the road and left his office with a rushed “Yes, Mr Dynamight, Sir, thank you, you are welcome, good bye!” and the click of the office door.

Bakugou barely had time to drag his fingers through his hair, letting out a breath he had apparently been holding since he’d spoken, before the door opened again.

“Knock knock!” “You know he says it doesn’t count if you say it instead of doing it, especially if you’ve already open- Denki!”

Bakugou groaned as Kaminari shot across the room, peering into the still-open box on the desk. “Ooh, that looks amazing, bro! Can I have some?”

“Hey, Kats! Happy birthday, man!” Kirishima beamed at him before dropping his gaze to the cake Kaminari was currently eyefucking. Bakugou slid the box an inch or two closer to himself. He steadfastly ignored the other blonde’s question.

“Thanks, Ei. What’s Dunce Face doing here - world’s worst birthday present?”

Kirishima snorted, clapping Kaminari on the shoulder. “Ran into him a few blocks away on our patrols; figured we’d catch you now to say ‘happy birthday’ on the actual day instead of waiting for Saturday!”

Kaminari brought out what he probably considered the big guns; his finger guns, that he did for literally everything. “Happy birthday, Blasty! Speaking of your birthday, where did the cake come from? Sent with luuurve from Osaka? Although, that would be weird because you don’t even really like sweets and this won’t keep until Saturday when we get togeth-“

“It’s from my fanclub, Pikachu, and keep your staticky hands off my cake!” Bakugou flipped the lid back down, shielding the cake from view.

“Man, don’t be like that - there’s no way you’re gonna be able to eat all that by yourself!” Kaminari whined.

“Relax, Denks - you know Y/N has a cake ordered for Bakubro’s Belated Birthday Blowout!” Kirishima patted his back consolingly.

“I really wish you’d all stop calling it that. God, letting you guys have their number was a fucking mistake.”

Kaminari looked thoughtful; it was terrifying. “You know, I heard, one time, a hero got given a homemade cake by a fan, and when they took a bite of it, they realised they had a mouth full of the fan’s pubic hair!”

“Dude!” “What the everloving fuck, Dunce Face?!”

Kaminari just beamed, apparently proud of himself for making Bakugou question his life on the anniversary of his birth.

“Firstly, does this cake look fucking homemade to you? Secondly, where the fuck did you read that? ‘Disgusting Stories for Stupid Fucking Idiots Monthly’?”

Kaminari shrugged, nonplussed. “Sero told me.”

“Yes, then. Same thing, pretty much.”

Kirishima interrupted, looking thoughtful. “If you think Bakubro’s cake is full of pubes, why do you want to eat it?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a mouthful of pubes, bro! ‘Toshi’s more of an au naturel kind of guy…”

Bakugou saw Kirishima’s (painful looking) thinking face intensify, and intervened immediately. “Ei, do not pull at this thread. He-“ Bakugou punctuated with a harsh jab towards the electric hero. “- has told us several times that he’s had Mindfucker’s dirty feet in his mouth before, not to mention all the bodily fluids, and then there’s all the disgusting public places they’ve fucked, and-“

“Don’t kinkshame me, bruh!” Kaminari cut in, sounding lowkey offended, but Bakugou noted the look of pride from before hadn’t diminished, even a little bit.

Bakugou snorted. He constantly shamed Kaminari and his walking corpse of a boyfriend, but that was because they were shamelessly disgusting oversharing nymphomaniacs and someone had to do it. Preferably before one of them creamed their pants in a karaoke bar again. That was Shinkami shaming, not kinkshaming.

He definitely had no room to kinkshame people; not with the plans he had for this cake.

***

Bakugou slammed the door to his apartment shut with his hip and laid the bakery box down on the side table so he could make quick work of his boots and jacket.

God, that had to have been the longest taxi ride of his life. He couldn’t risk the subway with such a precious cargo, so he’d had to sit in the back of the cab next to the box (that he’d had to resist the urge to belt in) and sweat in silence.

Bakugou didn’t know where this kink had come from - maybe he’d watched too much Food Network in his formative years, or passing by the bakery with the amazing smell opposite his junior high school twice a day for three years before going home to jerk it had warped his sexuality; all he knew was, he was gonna fuck this cake.

It was a shame that you were miles and miles away and unavailable for a Facetime like no other; introducing you to his kink had been one of the best weekends of his life, and he was pretty sure - if he knows you as well as he thinks he does - you’d placed an order for two birthday cakes for his belated celebrations.

Maybe you’d got other stuff in mind, too - pie, custard, ice cream, syrups, chocolate, sushi, spaghetti, fruit…and now he was half-hard, still fully dressed and standing in the hallway.

Well, you weren’t here now, but it was his birthday, dammit! He would just have to play alone, and send you some photos afterwards.

Bakugou seized the box and made quick strides until he could place it down on his bedside table.

The comforter flew off of the bed, pooling into a lavish lump on the floor right before the pillows landed one by one on top. The undersheet was last, leaving the rubber sheet beneath exposed to one of the only two people who knew it was there in the first place.

The box made its final move to the middle of the protected mattress, where Bakugou tilted it just enough to be able to coax the cake free with help from gravity and without getting it all over his hands. Not yet…

Bakugou made short work of his clothes, kicking his pants and briefs off impatiently a second before climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside his prize.

Normally, he’d take his time, play around more, have more of a plan, but today, the anticipation had him on a knife edge already. It had been nearly four hours since he’d unwrapped this gift, and he was dying to play with it.

Bakugou leant his knees spread apart, sinking into a squat so he was as close as he could get to his treat.

He was fully hard now, and gave his cock a couple of quick pumps, letting his fist settle loosely from the base down as he took a deep breath and brought his leaking tip to the side of the cake.

His breath left him in a quick rush when the first contact was made; the cream was on the cooler side, and the smooth finish of the outside of the cake was everything he had been missing since he’d last indulged himself like this.

It took all the self control Bakugou had to only push the head in, then pause and take a breath, focusing intently on every sensation as he pushed in as slowly as was physically possible.

The afternoon of waiting felt like edging, so the sensation against his cock, inch by inch, was almost too much as it was not enough.

The sponge was almost as soft and velvety as the cream, but providing some texture and resistance that felt as delicious as the dessert looked.

Bakugou let out the first of many moans as he bottomed out, the air in the bedroom already beginning to smell like sugar and strawberries - just the right side of cloying, and he knew before long it would be so heady he’d be dizzy from it.

He pulled out almost as slowly as he went in, raising himself back up a little and bracing himself with his hands on the other side of the intact cake, leaving him looking over it on his hands and knees.

His reentry at a slightly higher point of the cake wasn’t quite as slow as the first breach, but he’s never been known for his patience.

Bakugou pulled in and out a couple of times, leaving a clear hole to fuck as he began to do just that, his hips begnining to thrust in a steady rhythm.

It didn’t take long for the squishy sounds coming from between his legs to turn into sloppy ones; the delicate cake was beginning to buckle already, the defined layers enveloping his cock becoming mushy around him.

Balancing his weight on one arm, he swiped his now-free hand across the top of the cake, coming away with as generous a handful of cream and strawberry slices as he could without threatening the structural integrity of the cake prematurely.

Bakugou raised his hand and smacked it right into the middle of his chest, before smearing it across his right pec, rubbing purposefully over his nipple as he did so. His hips sped up slightly without intention - or him noticing - as he alternated between smearing the food deeper into his flushed skin, and tugging on his nipple.

He could hear whimpering in his ears and it took a beat or two for Bakugou to realise they were coming from him. Fuck, it all just felt so good.

He blindly grabbed another small handful, this time coming away with some cake mixed into his spoils, before repeating the treatment on his left pec, but with a roughness borne of his increasing desperation.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I-“ He hissed out a breath, pinching his nipple firmly as he felt the cake begin to collapse inwards, the squelch of the fucking he was giving it echoing in his ears.

A final scoop of the dessert onto his fingers went straight into his mouth, his plush, pink lips parting to accommodate three fingers; he was close.

Bakugou’s balance was starting to go as his orgasm approached, so he pulled his fingers free from his tongue and resumed his position, but beginning to sink lower into the mess he was fucking into his mattress protectors. From his angle, his balls began to slap what was left of the sides of the sinking cake, and the noise that created tore another moan from the blonde.

He could feel the sticky mess coating his crotch and inner thighs, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the feeling of indulging in the kink that turned him on like nothing else, wanting to savour something he knew was nearly over.

“Oh my fuck- ing, shit, oh, fuck-“

Bakugou’s hips were moving at a frantic pace now, chasing a release inside the cake while it still had an inside.

His orgasm had been teetering for a couple of minutes, then came all at once. A shout turned into a long, drawn out moan that was almost a cry, as he spilled his release in one, two, three bursts; biting his lip so hard, he’d discover later he’d drawn blood.

His arms gave out before he’d come back to himself, his lower half landing into the gooey puddle of expensive baking with a splat that would almost have been enough to get him half hard again if his soul hadn’t just shot out of his dick into a cake.

The blonde let out a deep, satisfied sigh, smiling dopily into the shiny, specialist bedsheet. Happy birthday to me, indeed.

Bakugou had only just had the energy to raise himself back onto his hands and knees when he had to find a little more to turn his head towards the door at the sound of it creaking open.

“Awh, did someone get you a birthday cake, babe?”

He nodded. You were back early.

You dropped your duffel on the floor, taking your first step towards the bed as you slid your shirt off with ease.

“Ooh, good - you saved some for me! I’m starving…”

[mp100ficrec]

To Be A Magical Boy by ochablooms

Fic can be read HERE.

Alternate Universe (Madoka Magica), Angst. Completed. Rated: T. Word Count: 2887

Pairings: Kageyama Ritsu & Kageyama ‘Mob’ Shigeo

Trigger Warnings: Temporary Character Death

“Kageyama Ritsu and Suzuki Shou discover the ugly truth behind Soul Gems.(Spoiler Warning for Episode 6 of Puella Magi Madoka Magica.)”

[capncassas]

Feral Devils MC Master List

P.1 - word count 2450 P.2 - word count 4647 P.3 - word count 2887 P.4 - word count 2434