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joz-yyh · 2 months ago

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Rust - Ch. 10

SUMMARY: *Flashback Chapter!* Damian returns from the cove to find his teacher waiting for him. Will this reunion see their relationship deepen? No Beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: T (groping / first kiss)

PAIRING: Bounty Hunter x Flagellant

WORD COUNT: 4,632

READ ON Ao3: Here!!

A/N: Sorry, it's taken me forever to get back into this. Hopefully, ya’ll are still interested in it. ^^; Think this might be the last of the flashback chapters? Next one will be focusing on the present. (Heck, even I get turned around in a nonlinear story) XD

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Tardif wouldn't admit that he's waiting, loitering maybe, arms crossed, hiding in the alleyway, keeping an eye on any and all who pass through the promenade.

He sees the usual faces, tired residents going about their miserable existence with their wagons and livestock, stamping away at dead earth, no one noteworthy.

Time passes, a good hour maybe and now he has to wonder if the tip about the expedition party returning today was given on poor authority. If so, his informant will pay dearly for the con of bad intel and just as he thinks of an appropriate punishment, the grave robber in her trademark hat and boots saunters into town.

It's not long before Audrey spots him, offering a smirk in his direction, a clue that she knew more about why he was here than he would give her credit for.

He's hoping the obtrusive blonde will go away if he ignores her, but no such luck, the woman changing her trajectory, headed straight toward him.

“And just what are you doing here, all alone in the corner? Waiting for me,” she teases, bowing forward in a wide stance, sporting a haversack of loot on her shoulder, “You're gonna give a girl the wrong idea.”

“Ye got nothin, I want,” he snorts at her, avoiding her eyes.

“Oh, I am sure that's not entirely true,” she taunts, taking out a coin purse, dangling it at him, “Penny for your thoughts?”

The brute snatches her bribe before she can redact her offer and Audrey, the blasted girl, makes herself comfortable, occupying the other side of the alley, reposed as a mirror image of him.

“I am waitin’.”

“Is that all my money gets me,” she frowns, having surmised that on her own, “a droll observation? I want my purse back.”

Cut off gloves sway her beckoning nails, but Tardif turns his nose away, not giving her payment back, seeking to count it instead.

“Fine, waitin’ fer him.”

Now they were getting somewhere.

“And what do you plan to do when this ‘him’ arrives,” the thief giggles, the frills of her ascot accentuating it, arms crossed in classy debonair fashion.

“That’ll cost more,” he growls, noting how few gold pieces there were inside. Usually, he could tell the quantity by sound alone, but the overabundance of silver shillings threw him off.

“I think I've lightened my purse enough for one evening. You'll have to bear my company for another minute.”

The haggard brim of her hat swivels, Audrey turning her sharp eyes to Josie and Amani, the next heroines to arrive back home.

If the serpent dancer was still in possession of both hands, one would certainly be holding the antiquarian’s, the two women walking so close together, brushing shoulders at every step, batting convivial eyelashes at each other.

“Just look at them. Thick as thieves. Headed to the caravan to drink with the trinket girl, I imagine.”

“Ain't no business of mine,” Tardif grunts, trying to kill any attempt at conversation.

“You're not as fun as a certain flagellant I know,” Audrey sighs, Tardif's standoffish behavior wearing her down quicker than a pair of primadonna heels, “I think I like him better.”

“Don't be gettin’ any ideas.”

“Oh please, my tastes strictly lie in girls, specifically brunettes. Besides, he seems entirely fixated on this fat owl bear who gave him some stupid rope as a courtship ritual.”

Tardif feels the heat of embarrassment rise in his cheeks, fists clenching around the fabric of his biceps. He refuses to acknowledge his female tormentor, keeping his attention on the road ahead, where the cursed regions lie, their dark hills a much better view.

The flagellant must be lagging behind as usual; otherwise, he wouldn't be stuck in this situation. The fool better not have died on him. He's tempted to ask Audrey, but she gave him no cause to assume the worst had happened, only that he's late.

“Don't worry bounty hunter, he'll be along,” the lady says, getting up to take her leave, their cavorting at its end, “Could try being nice to him for a change. Might work out better for you.”

Tardif has never been good at taking advice, especially hers and at these, her parting words, his quarry's somber hood finally lobs into view.

His head is cast down, limbs heavy with weariness, rope strewn crossbody so it swoops against his waist and damn if isn't one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen leading off into the horizon.

Cloaked in stealth, Audrey hides herself amongst the districts, sticking around to witness how the two look at each other from across the square, getting her money's worth.

Damian seems truly surprised to notice his mentor there, waiting for his return, and suddenly all his weariness is expelled, scampering the rest of the distance with a crooked smile.

He gathers the rope, throws the band of loops around the bounty hunter’s neck in blissful celebration, using the tether to pull him in, knocking their heads together.

“What stories I have to tell you,” Damian beams, eyes sparkling with excitement.

The brute wasn't expecting such a showy reception, a poor man's coronation, weary of an audience, namely Audrey.

“Then tell me,” Tardif says, grabbing a bloody hand, dragging the miscreant along to some place more private, away from the public eye.

—-

They're at Tardif's special practice field, this becoming their usual meeting spot, occupying one of the benches inside a spectator's box while Damian talks up a storm.

Tardif has since passed the rope onto the flagellant's collar, letting the loops dangle from a spiked hook, wearing the morbid gallows favor for long enough.

Damian is all too happy to inherit it again, this helping him to reenact his story, hands molding into a broad arch.

“The creature was gargantuan,” the priest turned bard says, “pincers like you wouldn't believe.”

“Heh, that right,” Tardif laughs, enjoying the epic tale. Junia had said Damian had a knack for telling stories if only he'd chosen to listen back then. “So, wot did ye do?”

“The shaman cast spell after spell, strengthening their defense, summoning another foe. Our party bled from their claws, but I took their wounds, made them my own.”

A fist curled in triumph, Damian flexing his muscles, to which the axeman can only goad him on.

“Did ye?”

“Yes, you should have seen it, such bright red spilling around my feet. They lunged for a final strike, thinking they had me, but I bound their weapons in a snare, just as you taught me.”

“Wot ‘bout Audrey? She pull her weight?”

He's hoping for some blackmail, a token of payback, but the flagellant only has great remarks to honor her with.

“Her pickaxe was most helpful in dismantling the coral,” Damian nods, “Her darts struck one of the fish people, took out it's eye. Popped like a bubble.”

The cove didn't bother Tardif nearly as much as the warrens, but Damian paints a very vivid picture, whinging at the comparison, especially sensitive about eyes.

“And Josephine?”

“Her vapors reached far into their ranks, but the king crab nearly cut through its binds, you can see here where it's frayed.”

He pauses in his recounting to find it, showing off the inanimate object's injury. Tardif will have to remember to patch it with tar even if Damian will most likely want to keep it as a wound to match his own, but nothing worse than snapped rope when your life was on the line.

“Thankfully, Amani was able to pierce its carapace with her spear. After that, it was only a matter of time until the battle was won.”

He knew the snake charmer would be a valuable asset to the team, and with the way Damian illustrated their adventure, it felt like Tardif had witnessed every blow for himself.

“If only you had seen the whale carcass,” his companion says more solemnly, a missed opportunity, “Such vast pools of blood, large enough to drown the entire town in its weight.”

By that account, perhaps its best the rotting beast stayed right where it was.

“Could make a trip sometime,” the huntsman jests, an impulse of flippant sarcasm.

Damian lights up, invigorated, skin prickling with energy.

“Truly, you’d let me take you?”

The mercenary meant it unwittingly, a rhetorical suggestion, but now that he’s seen how exhilarated Damian’s become, how can he possibly say, ‘no?’

“If it means that much to ye.”

“It does! Josephine taught me a shortcut. We only need be mindful of the tentacles.”

Tardif would rather avoid the slimy charms of wild calamari, preferring to keep his distance lest he become seafood himself and before he can wrap himself up in any more impending occult nonsense, he swerves the conversation onto much tamer topics.

“Anyway, sounds like ye earned this.”

Tardif was waiting for the right moment to share his gift, this as good a time as any, pulling something off the leather jungle of his belt.

“What is it,” the masochist asks, staring at the pouch intently.

“Jerky. Made it myself.”

The holy man seems completely fixated, salivating at the mouth as the burlap sack is opened, his stomach growling, forgetting how hungry he was until this moment.

“C'mon n’ try it,” he teases, “It's rough like yer crustaceans so you’ll hafta wear it down with yer teeth.”

The priest procures a strip of salted beef, a miniscule corner disappearing past his lips. It's true he can't bite through it, the fibers are too thick, but the flavors of hickory and salt have him lapping over it with his tongue, a feast for his taste buds.

“Must you always give me things that tempt my resolve,” the flagellant quips, tearing off a piece with his teeth.

There's some hedonism to be found within the phrase, knowing that the flagellant liked it as much as he did, that Tardif was a constant vice of temptation for him.

“Fear not the holy path, for the difficulties that lie ahead are blessings in disguise,” Tardif quotes, reciting the words in the same manner he heard them spoken.

“Have you been reading up on your scriptures,” the flagellant beams, delighted at the thought, his ears ringing.

“Heh, just somethin’ that's stuck wit’ me. Remembered it from a long time ago.”

The shrug he gives doesn't hide the painful look, the bounty hunter turning his attention toward the ground, the flagellant offering this to console him.

“Often it is the things that resonate with us that prove we are all guided, disciples of the Light.”

“Hn, life has no coincidences.”

The bounty hunter takes a piece of jerky, joining in, sampling his spoils, shutting himself up before they carry on any more religious talk.

The two fall into silence, looking out onto the practice field, more blades of green grass popping up from matted compost.

“The rest is yours,” Tardif says, nodding towards the preserved meat, “It keeps a while so it's good on a journey.”

“Thank you, but I can't accept this.” The smell alone was too heavenly. He would likely eat it all if left to his own devices. “It's too much. Surely, you must take half for yourself.”

“If I did, then ye couldn't share it with the hound and those poor folk outside the church.”

Realization spreads over scared lips, this Tardif's subtle hint at an apology to the ones he hurt.

“I see, an anonymous donation. Who knew a bounty hunter could be so charitable?”

“Don't get used to it,” he snorts, smirking at him.

“Ah, perhaps a reward would persuade you?”

“A reward, huh,” he muses, rubbing his scruff in contemplation, “Think I got somethin’.”

He beckons, provoking his companion closer, knowing this was to be a decisive moment between them.

Damian seems to feel it too, the gravity, the imbalance, too curious not to obey as Tardif drifts closer, lips hovering near a shrouded ear as if to whisper a secret, but they press against his cheek, giving a chaste kiss against his bloody hood.

He's deposed, abuzz with static. Only one thought cuts through the haze.

“But … aren't I supposed to give you something?”

Tardif laughs at such innocence.

“Could give me one too,” the bounty hunter teases, pointing to his own reserved cheek, “right 'ere.”

Damian takes a sharp inhale, preparing himself to choose which illustrious patch of savage flesh he wishes to christen.

There, a summit right below his metal helm, he recreates the bounty hunter’s actions, intending for a swift deliverance, but oh, one taste of him is his undoing, a genesis for more.

Lips meet bronze, another kiss granted beneath the previous one, leading a winding trail down to the gruff corner of his mouth.

Scarred fingers touch over his chin, molding over the other half of an unshaven face, wanting to kiss that side too, but he's afraid of taking things too far even if Tardif hasn't made a move to stop him yet.

Instead, he brushes his cheek against the brute’s stubble, maybe to take back the advance he made, maybe to coat himself in his scent.

“I want to kiss you so badly,” Damian moans, unable to keep the agony of his desire held within, breath short, gasping for it.

“Then, do it,” the bounty hunter teases with a smirk, having much the same desire.

The flagellant reels with explicit permission, coveting this moment for so long he can hardly believe what he heard was real and truly spoken. Tardif could make this easy for him, take control and separate the distance, but he wants to wait, see how a self-proclaimed holy man would kiss.

It happens in increments, the flagellant moving forward, then amending his choice, pulling back, titling his head, as if he wants this to be the most perfect kiss any one man has given another.

He’s terrified of breaking the illusion, of crossing a line he's only dreamed of crossing, gentle lips stopping at the barest traces of contact, but it’s close enough to be felt, Damian grounding himself with a brush of bloody fingertips against the bounty hunter’s jaw.

The flagellant holds him like he’s something precious, delicate and Tardif can’t stand how such sweetness threatens to seize his heart within a tourniquet grip. He wants to give Damian more of a chance, but this floundering anticipation is killing him, the way the flagellant can’t stop shaking, hardly sure of turning a dazed feather-light peck into a proper kiss.

Tardif needs more roughness, fleshed pressed so tightly that it bruises, the flagellant gasping as the bounty hunter shows him just how much pressure to add.

Reflex and shock have the priest pulling back, but a firm grip on his neck won’t let him go far, yanking him in, joining them together again much more confidently.

Their hands are touching all over each other, some unspoken rule about keeping it above the waist, but it doesn’t stop them from getting more and more flushed. He swears there will be an early spring just from the heat they’re generating alone.

“We can go no farther than this,” is Damian’s ragged testament, breaking them apart.

“Heh, and why’s that,” the brute teases, breathing just as heavily, licking away the string of saliva from his lips.

“This is … overwhelming for me. I ... I need time ... I need to be ready, need to be sure.”

“To wot? Sort out that ye have the hots fer me?”

“... Yes,” Damian admits, blushing furiously, touching their foreheads together, tangling his hands inside the bounty hunter’s cowl.

“Thought ye already figured that out,” he snorts.

“I did, I have, but I never knew just how much I … this would affect me.”

“Yer the one that kept jonesin’ fer more, remember?”

Damian gives him a helpless look, knowing he had no right to ask, but he does so anyway.

“Please, just give me time, a week, just one.”

“Hn … one week,” the bounty hunter muses, teasing his lips against the other’s, breath blowing hot, “s’pose I could do that. Given the right incentive.”

The mercenary is in control now, taking from his partner’s mouth, dipping his tongue in, Damian groaning into it, the bounty hunter sucking on his tongue to keep him quiet because if he’s going to be forced to wait, then he'll need this to hold onto.

It burns, it burns so much between his legs. It’s terrifying, being so consumed, Damian never feeling such an unmeasurable ache before, fearing this heat will never cool, even when gone from the very source.

“Enough, please,” the flagellant says, prying himself away, driving Tardif back, “I … I can barely stand it.”

“Could take care of it fer ye,” the mercenary teases, a jerk of insinuation, “Won't take long.”

Damian is positive it wouldn't, but he's not interested in frivolous groping, degenerate sin that will be over just as soon as it starts. The flagellant wants something more than that, a long, tender meeting that he can look back on and devour for the rest of his days; he just has no idea how to express it.

The holy man hasn't moved, hasn't spoken, teetering between action and inaction while Tardif continues his seduction, leaning closer, voice a treble of enticing gravel.

“I want it too, ye know,” he coos, boldly taking his partner’s hand, guiding it to the hardness in his trousers, “See?”

Damian is frozen, too shocked by this discovery to pull away, so overwhelmed by how quickly their relationship has changed, to know the bounty hunter like this when it was just a fever dream mere moments ago.

Curious with excitement, a bloody palm molds itself over his shape, no more wishful imaginings, but swollen truth.

“Not here,” he pleads, shaking his head, resting his touch on the bounty hunter’s thigh.

“Why not,” his partner grunts, growling with opposition, seeing no difference any other place would make.

His mind is fuzzy, discombobulated and blank with noise, fumbling through an explanation as best he can.

“Let it be somewhere all our own,” he begins, hand now raising to trace the coral rouge of the bounty hunter’s lips, “Make it last so we both remember.”

Ah, he could see the appeal of having their own private room, not at the brothel nor the tavern, but the space of a secluded cabin tucked away in the woods.

“Aye, could take ye as many times as I wanted, make ye scream as loud as I wanted.”

Damian's trembling, his imagination full of what could happen with just one passionate twisting of their bodies and now he has to deal with the possibility of another, maybe more.

The mercenary smirks, prideful, gratified to have a holy man lusting over him, probably toiling with an arousal more painful than his own.

“Think I know a place. Could have it ready in 'bout a week.”

Damian is flooded with relief, glad they could finally come to an agreement, sighing as he is met with yet another obstacle.

“Then, what shall we do now?”

“I'll show ye.”

Tardif untangles them, getting up to grab a raggedy blanket from one of the practice dummies, history repeating itself.

“Ain't it funny,” the bounty hunter remarks, sitting back down beside him, “the dummies losin’ their clothes before we do.”

The flagellant gags with embarrassment, once again reminded of his neglected erection, “No one said to strip them.”

Tardif holds one end of the blanket close around his shoulder, the other end pulled around his back, holding it open for his partner to fill.

“C'mon, it's cold,” he motions, flapping the drape in invitation.

It’s an excuse, Damian knows it; the weather too mild for any snow to keep, the seasons well on their way to changing.

“Are you not warm enough under all those layers,” the priest teases, letting his offer hang in the balance.

“Freezin’,” he taunts, hoping to persuade the masochist back into the intimacy they shared.

Slowly, Damian is convinced, shifting back until their thighs are touching, trying to garner some distance lest they sink into the same cycle they faced not so long ago.

“Can lean on me if ye want.”

It takes a minute, but slowly Damian abides, sinking against him a little more, careful not to give too much.

Such frigidness is too prudent for Tardif, the axeman looking for more contact, taking the flagellant’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

“This alright,” he asks, watching him through eyelets of metal.

Damian nods, incapable of words, a knot in his throat.

“Go on then, show me yer grip.”

A chuckle, the priest exasperated, resting his head on an argyle clad shoulder, the coolness of his armor helping to cool the heat of his brow.

“Are we to turn this into a lesson too,” he says, finally finding his voice, squeezing Tardif’s fingers just for a second, a pulse.

“If ye want.”

“And what is it you mean to teach me this time?”

The brute turns this over in his mind, having nothing prepared for the occasion, but finding some scrap of knowledge to share.

“Some say it's the eyes, but it's really our hands that give us away.”

“Do they,” Damian asks, touch slipping further down, toying with the hem of his partner's glove, lured by the warmth that resides within.

“Look at wot they reach for,” the brute continues, conscious of his partner’s every move, curious of how far he'll push, “if they shake or twitch.”

The flagellant strokes at the liminal space, where the fabric of his sleeve meets his skin, seeking more allowance, but unable to pursue it, hindered by form fitting leather.

Tardif slips it off for him, bearing the fullness of his hand and Damian gasps at it, tracing over the black and red of his tattoos, idols he's only witnessed from afar.

He can feel where the ink lines are heaviest, the color thicker there, how the roughness of his skin brushes against his own, the scruff of hair that fills the gaps between.

“What do yours say?”

“Why don't ye tell me,” Tardif challenges, letting the man explore, figure it out for himself.

“You're stubborn,” he assesses, tracing over the numerous callouses embedded unto his palm, “but strong,” now over the wide berth of knuckles, broken and worn, “and cunning,” ending with the spaces between his fingers, tracing over the dips and waves.

“Not bad. Ye forgot well-endowed.”

“Tardif,” the flagellant scolds, pinching the skin on the back of his hand in recompense.

“Heh, it's true.”

“Besides the point.”

“Proves my point. Never heard a woman gossip about a man's hands and feet?”

Perhaps, but he never gave much credit to such crude gossip.

“Just, tell me about mine.”

“Did bandage yer feet that one time and judgin’ by what I saw –”

“Speak one more word and I'll–”

“– Alright, alright; just wanted to tease ye a bit.”

Damian huffs, stewing with frustration, so focused on it that he doesn't pick up on Tardif tracing over the patchwork of scars etched into the expanse of his own hand, not until he's speaking aloud.

“Yer overbearin’, reckless, stickin’ yer damn hand in a cage no matter how hard it bites back.”

He's starting to think Tardif is using this exercise as a means to insult him, that is until he hears the next bit, digits streaking down the dried blood on his nails, “ye cling to pain because ye think it makes ye better, but yer brave ‘nough wit’out it.”

“So,” the priest drawls, “more endowed than you.”

“Heh, hey,” the gruff warrior cackles, elbowing him in the side.

The flagellant is smirking, possessing the bigger wit when the bounty hunter takes him by the chin, his shrine of cracked teeth faltering, Tardif claiming the last word as they press against his lips.

“Guess we'll have to wait and see.”

The flagellant is getting better, now that the jitters of their first kiss have passed. He's pressing back, their lips connecting harder, longer, but there's still softness in it, ephemeral wings that brush sweetly over his.

Tardif's wayward fingers graze over jagged serrations, making his partner gasp and shudder, the flagellant breaking away to breathe heavily into the crook of his neck, trying not to moan and yet it heralds a pathetic whimper.

They keep gearing each other up and then letting it cool, the spike of passion reduced to a more manageable smolder, taking intermittent breaks in between to snuggle or gab about whatever comes to mind.

This pattern continues on well into the night, the bounty hunter careful not to overstep his bounds and drive the flagellant away, but they've grown too attached, lenient, about to fall asleep out here.

“Should head back,” Tardif suggests and Damian simply nods, following the other's lead.

The blanket is returned to its proper place, the two making the trip back to town under a blackened sky and twinkling diamond dust.

Tardif had kept his glove off, putting it away in his pocket because he intends to reclaim the flagellant's hand, chasing after the feeling of it in his.

The other man is startled, fire when they touch, gripping back shyly, their joined hands swinging jovially between them.

At this, their pace slows, dragging the time out, spending more of it together.

When they stop, it's just below the abbey, the chipped granite of it's stairway calling Damian to it.

Tardif takes another scrappy hand in his, coupling two for two, rubbing over bruised knuckles in sober repetitions.

“It's gonna be a long week,” he sighs, wondering how he'll survive nearly two hundred hours of longing.

“It will be worth the wait,” assures the other.

“Better be,” Tardif barks, but it's playful, jaunty.

“You have my word.”

It should be dark enough to conceal what he's about to do, free from any wandering eyes that might protest his next move.

Raw instinct has Damian leaning into that broad chest, giving his partner a farewell kiss on the cheek, adding another light peck afterwards because it's becoming a signature of his, to give back twice as much as he receives.

The bounty hunter plants a big fat one on him to match, parting them with a wet smack, tasting copper and salt, making the flagellant chuckle.

“Six more days,” the brute drawls, the wait already proving to be a painful one.

“Seven,” Damian corrects, prolonging his torture, “The week doesn't begin until tomorrow.”

He swears, the flagellant is doing everything in his power to turn him into a masochist too.

“Can ye blame me, for wantin’ to shorten it?”

“No, not at all.”

Thready whispers of yearning as the priest bestows one last caress of pious lips, Tardif closing arms around the splintered cuts of a narrow waist, hoping to keep him there for as long as he can.

As the holy man pulls away, the two share a potent, lasting gaze, hoping it will sustain the cruel passage of time.

“Goodnight, Tardif.”

“Hn, night.”

One final squeeze of a destitute hand before the reverent flagellant leaves him, watching bandaged legs ascend the church steps in all his shaggy robed glory, burning the ascetic sight into his eyes.

He waits until he sees the baroque doors open, the warm glow emanating from within, knowing Damian will be safe for the night and dammit doesn't the holy man look back to find Tardif still standing there at the bottom of the landing like a lovestruck fool.

They're too far apart to see the expression on the other’s face, but it doesn't matter, they both feel it welling in their hearts, the last brush of their fingers a constant looping thought inside his mind.

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glowingbadger · 3 years ago

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Okay, I LOVE the Spiky sword boy and his sheer inability to handle most emotions. May I ask how would Felix handle being teased throughout the day by his S/O? Like maybe she wears a little more revealing article of clothing than normal or other small things to really get at him?

Full disclosure, when I first started playing FE3H, a friend of mine asked which route I had chosen first, and I told her I'd joined the Blue Lions. And she had the audacity to look me in the eyes and say, "Because of Felix?" And like, yes because of Felix, but also fuck you.

Anyway, more content from me about teasing an uptight, emotionally congested man with a heart of gold (y'know, for something different xD)

Felix (FE3H) x Fem/AFAB Reader - teasing

NSFW 18+

If you'd known that Felix would be so easy and so fun to tease, you would have tried something like this far sooner. You'd watched him gape openly when he'd first seen you at the dining hall that morning with your blouse opened deep at the front ("It's so warm today!") and a skirt that hugged a little too tight and far too short. Later, you had made sure to sit across from him at the day's strategy debriefing so you could watch him struggle to keep his gaze above the neckline. By the time you'd insisted on joining him to spar in the afternoon, he was so off-kilter that even his swordsmanship began to suffer. Even in less-than-optimal attire for combat, you were able to keep up with him- for a while, anyway.

At last, he rallies his focus and blocks your strike just above the hilt. The impact so close to your grip manages to disarm you, and Felix takes a firm step forward and levels his practice sword at your throat. You're both panting, both red in the face- but you wear a grin while he scowls in reply.

"You had the upper hand a minute ago," he says, not lowering his blade, "If you were actually dressed properly for a fight, this may have been a real match."

"If I were dressed properly for a fight, I would never have had the upper hand at all." You retort, your wicked grin widening. It's the first time you've called attention to his reaction to your ploy- and his expression shows how your acknowledgement only flusters him further. Dark, narrowed eyes scan your body down, then back up.

"You're trying to get under my skin."

"I'd say I'm succeeding." you quip back. You see his chest rise and fall heavily in the moment of tense silence that follows. Finally, he lowers his weapon with an irritable exhale. Every muscle in his body is wound tight, his posture stiff, as though consciously holding himself in place. You bite at your bottom lip, just imagining that restraint snapping and coming undone.

"We're on the night patrol together tonight, right?" you say as you come to stand beside him.

"Uh- yeah, I guess so." Felix mutters. You smile and kiss him lightly on the cheek- a deceptively innocent gesture.

"I'll see you later, then."

Evidently, Felix had managed to collect himself by the time you joined him at the Monastery Gates that evening- at least outwardly. Eyes that had wandered your body all day are now kept strictly in check as you walk side by side around the perimeter walls. He even manages to chat with you more or less as usual as you make your rounds. In a way, you're impressed. But that doesn't keep you from wondering how you could push him just a little more.

"Soo..." you trail off for a moment, walking a bit ahead of Felix with your hands innocently behind your back, "I was chatting with Sylvain earlier today, and-"

"Sylvain?" he says sharply- and you know your bait worked. Too easy.

"Yup! We had a nice long chat, it was really sweet of him to take so much time out of his day for me."

Felix seizes your wrist in hand and tugs you back to him.

"He saw you like this? Did he try anything? If he did, I'll slit his-"

"Felix, come on," you cut in with a laugh. You face him and gently brush his bangs aside, admiring the way his sharp features are accented by cool moonlight. He gives an irritable sigh and steps forward, and you subconsciously step back in unison.

"You have no idea how people have been looking at you today." he says with a dangerous edge in his voice. You feel your back hit the wall, trapping you between cool stone and Felix's harsh glare.

"I've only been watching how you've been looking at me," you say, closer to a whisper than you'd intended. And in an instant, Felix's lips are on yours. He grabs onto your wrists and pins them above your head, and as he secures them in place with one strong hand, the other tugs up at the hem of your skirt. You whimper into his kiss like a mewing kitten as his tongue thrusts past your lips. He's harsh and unforgiving, and it's all you can do not to lose your breath as his touch runs unabashedly up your inner thigh.

"Felix...!" you gasp as two fingers press against the thin fabric of your panties, rubbing firmly along your wet heat.

"Quiet," he hisses, "Do you want the knights to hear you?"

Frankly, when you see that intense look in his eyes and feel his rough fingers slide into your clothing and between your lower lips, you couldn't care whether the archbishop herself heard you. Still, you manage to bite your lip and stifle a moan as two digits surround your stiffened clit, rhythmically stroking the sensitive nerves and sending sparks of pleasure through your core. Your thighs twitch inward, squeezing around him as he runs his fingers slick across the aching bud, setting your legs trembling. Felix must be able to feel your body going weak- or perhaps, he's every bit as impatient for satisfaction as you are. His touch leaves your needy body before long, and he releases your wrists. But before you can question him, he hikes your skirt up your hips without a word, then fumbles open the front of his pants to free his member, already throbbing hard and flushed a dark crimson.

Then, muscled arms wrap under you and lift you up against the wall. He hooks your knees over his elbows, spreading your legs wide for him as he aligns with your eager pussy. Sighing out his name, you wrap your arms around his strong shoulders for support. Then, you feel his warm cockhead parting your slickened folds. With a low groan rumbling in his chest, Felix pushes into the tight heat of your cunt, stretching you around him as he plunges inch after inch into you. Somehow, he feels bigger than usual. Perhaps a day of teasing has had a more tangible affect on him than you'd anticipated.

Felix brings his lips to your jaw, kissing and biting his way back to your ear, where the heat of his breath sends a shiver down your spine. His hips begin thrusting into you, pumping his cock into you until your overflowing arousal coats his full length. Thick veins drag along your inner walls, stimulating a range of wonderfully tender spots, and your nails dig along his upper back in desperation. You've known that Felix isn't much of a dirty talker- and given the circumstances, that's probably for the best- but the way he softly pants and groans into your ear floods your body with a new, more urgent need. The thought that this is what he's wanted with you, that all day Felix has been one taunt away from fucking you against the nearest surface, is such an intense rush that you can already feel yourself clenching and gripping around him.

"I'm- I'm gonna-"

"Do it," he whispers harshly along your neck, "cum for me- now."

He bucks his hips upward, sheathing himself deep inside of you until you can feel the pressure up through your center. His lower body is partially supporting you, so your weight pushes you down onto his throbbing length. Felix kisses you, not even bothering with skill or finesse- only raw need. And you cum, hard. Your body shudders, your pussy squeezes around him, and the knot of pleasure built inside of you comes undone at once. His kiss muffles your helpless, blissful whimpers, and before you've even ridden the full wave of your climax, his own begins to take hold. He holds you almost painfully firm against the rough stone wall as you feel him shoot his cum into you in powerful volleys, one after another. Felix breaks away from your lips, his head coming to rest at the crook of your neck. He utters a tortured groan as his manhood swells and flexes from base to tip, pouring out the last of his release into your over-used and over-full body.

You're reminded of your sparring match earlier that day. The two of you are both thoroughly spent, panting heavily and struggling to steady your breathing. Felix tries to be gentle when he sets you back on your feet, but neither of you realize how unprepared you are to use your legs again, so you stumble forward into him. You expect a disgruntled comment, but instead, he wraps his arms around you and holds you steady while you regain your bearings.

"Wow..." you murmur, clinging to the front of his shirt, "I should try teasing you more often."

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alirhi · 3 years ago

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jfc FINALLY

Ugh. I have been fighting with my muse to get this done for two months. And I was actually going to stretch it to line up more or less with the movie's timeline, but honestly... I'm just so burnt 😂 So this is what you get.

Title: Monday Chapter: Oneshot Fandom: Monday Rating: R/NC17 (I mean, have you seenthe movie?) Pairing: Mickey/OC Summary: What if, instead of Chloe, Mickey met a woman that night who was actually good for him and whom he was compatible with? WARNINGS: swearing, sex (not explicit; I rarely if ever write smut, but still) Notes: I hate Chloe. Omfg I hate her so much. So I fixed it XD Yes, I literally rewrote the entire movie with a different love interest. Well... most of it lol. I get bored, okay? Lol. Oh, and the girl is actually a character I yanked from one of my original stories lol. I didn't make her up on the spot for this (I'm too lazy for that XD). Tweaking her to fit the setting was kind of a bitch, as she's from a fantasy series, so if she seems kind of Mary Sue-ish...sorry.

“You have a nose for American cheese!”

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Come on, that girl looks insane!”

“What?” Looking surprised, Argyris turned and looked where his friend was pointing, and then laughed. “Not her, you idiot! The ginger-snap over there!”

The girl in question, a lithe, pretty thing with a wild mass of red hair that she constantly shoved impatiently out of her face was dancing alone a few feet away from the angry-looking blonde Mickey had thought he'd been talking about. She was gorgeous, he had to admit.

“Go and talk to her, man!”

He pointed to the turntables in front of him, impatiently reminding Argyris, “No, I'm working!”

“Come on,” the other man taunted, “I know your playlist inside-out! It's the same R&B shit, and then a little bit of disco!”

“It's not R&B, and it's not disco!”

“This song is twenty fuckin' minutes long! Come on!”

“Hey!” Mickey grimaced, hastily yanking his headphones off and setting them down as he was dragged off toward the redhead. “Fuck!”

All puffed up with pride – and way too much to drink – Argyris pushed Mickey when they drew close to the girl, so that he slammed right into her. Laughing, he patted her shoulder, but his mirth was short-lived. She grabbed his hand and twisted his arm up behind his back.

“Put your hands on a girl you don't know again. I dare you.”

Mickey covered his mouth with one hand to hide his laughter as his friend writhed in the deceptively delicate-looking girl's grip.

“Alright, alright! I'm sorry!” Laughing as he was released, Argyris went to put a hand on each of their shoulders, took one look at the girl, and just hung off of Mickey's shoulder, instead. “You're an American... You're an American! You're a man, you're a woman! There you go!”

“Yeah, crazy kismet,” she snapped, rolling her eyes. “Two Americans out of their natural deep-fried, flag-waving habitat at the same time! Imagine!”

Undaunted, the drunk Greek simply shrugged and flounced off with a flippant, “Whatever. Have fun!”

“Sorry about him,” Mickey said immediately, smiling when she turned and smiled at him. At least she didn't seem to be judging him by the company he kept.

“Friend of yours?”

“Argyris? Yeah.” He grinned. “He's kind of an idiot, but he's a good guy.”

She laughed. “I'll take your word for it. Aren't you the DJ? Should you be over here?”

“No,” he admitted with a laugh, “but I'm fine for a few minutes. You wanna dance?”

“I'd love to.”

She was tall, he realized as he spun her around; in the little barely-there heels she was wearing, they stood eye to eye. Clearly drunk, though, she lost her balance every few seconds and crashed into him with a laugh, occasionally giving up on righting herself and just resting her head on his shoulder.

Mickey grimaced as he heard the song beginning to wind down, but the girl hanging off of him only smiled and patted his chest. “Go on! Get back to work. I'll be here when you're done.”

“Any chance I could convince you to come around the other side?” He gave her his most charming grin, and felt a little warm inside when she laughed.

“Why, so you can stare down my top the whole time?”

With a shrug, he admitted, “I've been doing that anyway, so why not?”

“Honesty!” She grinned and kissed his cheek. “I like it. Alright, you gorgeous lech! Get back up there. We'll see what I can do about your view.”

He only made it another hour or so, with the girl coming up to him every few minutes with another drink, and occasionally flashing him from the spot she'd found in front of him. Queuing up enough songs to play through the end of the party, he hopped down off the podium and ran over to her, tugging her close for the kiss he'd been dying for since Argyris had first pulled him over to her. “You wanna get out of here?”

“You sure? What about-”

Mickey shook his head, smiling. “It'll run til they all pass out. No one'll touch my stuff, not here. Come on!”

“Okay, yeah.” She shrugged and laughed, allowing him to pull her through the throng of dancing people and away from the party. “Fuck it. Let's go!”

The next morning, naked, hungover, and covered in sand, they were nudged awake by a police officer while an angry lady yelled about their indecency. The officer waited for them to scramble back into their clothes and then cuffed them both, ushering them into the back of a cruiser.

Despite the situation, Mickey couldn't keep the silly smile off of his face. At least the cops had been kind enough to cuff their hands in front of them, allowing him to hold his out to the girl beside him. “Hi. I'm Mickey.”

She laughed, the realization that they'd never introduced themselves clearly dawning in her bright green eyes. “Beck.”

“Nice to meet you.” He shook her hand, but couldn't hide his slight confusion. “That a first name or a last name?”

“It's short for my first name.” She was still smiling, but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes as she added, “Call me 'Becky' once and I'll be facing real prison time at the end of this ride, and you'll be missing body parts.”

With a slightly nervous laugh, he nodded. “Alright, noted. Beck it is!”

“And, nice to meet you, too.”

There was the briefest of conversations at the police station, the sandy couple signed themselves out, and then Mickey persuaded one of the officers to give them a lift back to the beach.

“You want a ride?”

Beck grinned, one ruddy eyebrow arching up. “I still need to clean up from the 'ride' last night.”

Laughing, Mickey shook his head. “I'll never say 'no' to more of that, but that's not what I meant.”

“I know.” She shrugged, snarky grin turning into an almost bashful smile. “And yeah, I'd love a ride. Thanks.”

He loaned her his helmet and, after getting directions from her, drove her to her hotel. It seemed like that would be the end of it... and he hated that thought. “So, what're you doing tonight?”

“Packing and sleeping,” she told him with a laugh, leaning against the building. “I gotta be on a plane Monday morning, and I hate leaving things to the last minute.”

“You're leaving?”

With a grin and a snarky air kiss, she teased, “Missing me already, lover boy?”

Mickey shrugged, grinning. “Maybe I am. I like you, is that so bad?” He beckoned, and was somewhat surprised when she walked right over to him. Still smiling like a fool, he grabbed her by the waistband of her shorts and pulled her close for a kiss. “Come with me tonight, for a proper sendoff.”

“Come with you where?”

“I'm DJing on an island.” Thumb sliding under her clothes to slide over her hip, he wheedled, “Come on. Come with me.”

“I need to shower. I'm all sandy and sticky from last night.” Beck gave him just long enough to deflate, and then she smirked and nipped his jaw. “Care to join me?”

“Fuck yes!” He was off his moped in a flash, following the laughing redhead as she took his hand and tugged him into the hotel. Giggling like hyenas, the pair made their way up to Beck's room, stopping every few steps for one to yank the other close for another kiss. Mickey was on cloud nine. This girl was fun, she was sassy and wild, and he couldn't get enough.

It seemed she couldn't get enough, either. They'd barely stepped into the shower before Beck was on her knees in front of him, her hand on his ass and his hand tangled in her hair as she sucked him off. He leaned back against the wall, tugging lightly on her hair and shuddering as he felt her moan around him.

“Fuck... oh, fuck, you're good at that! Holy shit... Stop. Stopstopstop!” With a little half-smile at her look of confusion, he tugged her back to her feet and kissed her. “You're fucking amazing. God damn, you are good with that mouth! But that's not what I want.”

Beck grinned, a playful glint in her bright green eyes that made him weak in the knees. “That's not a good idea.”

“Oh, no?” He backed her up against the wall, nuzzling her neck as his hand drifted down between her legs. “Funny... You don't seem to really believe that.”

“I definitely want you to fuck me til I can't move,” she assured him, shaking as she tried desperately not to laugh. “But it's not a good idea-” Her words turned into a startled whimper as Mickey hoisted her up by her thighs and slid into her to the hilt.

“I think it's a great idea,” he purred, biting her shoulder. Then he almost dropped her, and they both cracked up.

“The wall's slippery! This isn't smart.”

“No, it's definitely not smart,” he agreed, turning so that he was holding her up in mid-air instead of bracing her against the wall. “But that doesn't make it not a good idea.”

Beck laughed, clinging to him for dear life. “You're just gonna hold me up?”

“Yep.”

“The whole time?”

“You don't think I can do it?” Mickey grinned, bouncing her a few times just to prove her wrong. “You weight nothing, baby girl. I got this.” She was surprisingly light... but she was also a grown woman almost the same height as him. His pride would never let him admit it aloud, but there was no way he was going to be able to fuck her like this for long.

Just as he was wracking his somewhat foggy brain for a solution, he saw light dawning in Beck's eyes and waited. “Counter!” She nodded toward the sink, and only then did he realize they hadn't even closed the shower curtain, and the bathroom floor was getting soaked. “Put me on the counter.”

“I thought we were supposed to be getting cleaned up.” Even as he teased her, he was carefully stepping out of the tub, blessing her foresight when she grabbed a towel and threw it down just before he set his foot down, and carrying her across the bathroom.

Beck snickered and kissed him. “No point getting clean until we're done getting dirty. Shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes, ma'am!”

A little while later, they stumbled across another logistical issue Mickey hadn't considered.

“You are not putting dirty clothes on a clean body!” Beck insisted, prying his – pretty nasty at this point, he had to admit – clothes from his hands. “That's disgusting!”

“Well, what the fuck else am I supposed to wear? Clearly, I can't just run around naked. We got arrested for that this morning!”

“Pity,” she teased, eyeing him in a way that made him wonder if they were ever actually going to leave her hotel room. “You're the best view in Athens.”

“Maybe they arrested us out of jealousy, then.” Mickey shook his head, though he couldn't help chuckling a little, despite his frustration. “Either way, I'm kinda stuck. It's either be gross, or don't go anywhere.”

“As much as the thought of keeping you trapped here as my sex slave appeals to me...” With another mocking grin, Beck turned and started going through her dresser drawers. “I think I can help you out.”

“I'm not wearing your clothes.”

“They're less flamboyant than what you do wear.”

“They won't fit!”

She tossed him a tee shirt and a pair of cargo shorts that proved him very wrong. They were huge. At his questioning stare, she shrugged.

“I always pack a couple of cute outfits when I travel, and the rest is super baggy; at least three sizes too big. I like to be comfortable.”

“Convenient.” He stared at the shorts in his hands, and then at the belt she handed him a few seconds later. “Am I supposed to wear your underwear, too?”

Beck snorted and walked away, patting his shoulder as she passed him. “I don't wear underwear.”

“Then I guess I kind of am wearing yours.” Even as the joke was tumbling out of his mouth, he knew it was lame, but they still both laughed. Then he glanced at his watch and winced. “Shit, we gotta go.”

“What?”

He waited for the dress she was pulling on to settle into place and then wrapped his arms around her, tugging her back against his chest. “We gotta go. If we don't catch the next ferry, we're gonna be late.”

She flinched. “Okay, two seconds.” The girl moved like lightning. Mystified, Mickey watched as she yanked on a pair of canvas sneakers, grabbed her wallet and cell phone – which she then stuffed in the pockets of the shorts he was wearing – grabbed a hair tie, and ran for the door. In no time, she'd strangled her wild red curls into submission in a low ponytail. They hadn't even reached the elevator yet.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

Handing her his helmet, Mickey shook his head. “I think you got dressed faster than I did! I thought girls always take forever to get ready.”

Laughing, Beck rolled her eyes. As she settled on the back of the moped and tucked her skirt around her legs for decency, she told him, “I spent two years in the jungle with nothing but what I could fit in a backpack. Low maintenance is kinda my thing. The fewer steps to getting ready, the less time it takes.”

“That explains so much.” He stared at her for a moment, and then shook his head and grumbled as he slid into place in front of her and started the moped, “And raises so many more questions!”

“Full disclosure: I will probably answer none of them, as I'm very likely never going to see you again after tonight.”

Well, that was a depressing dose of reality he wasn't ready for. Not one to dwell on things, though, Mickey simply decided to have as much fun as he could with this girl while she was around, and treasure the steamy memories.

They made it to the ferry just in time. Making sure there was no one else around, Mickey smirked and tugged Beck into his lap, one hand sliding up her thigh. He moved slowly, giving her plenty of time to push him away if she wanted; she simply arched an eyebrow at his questioning look and grabbed his wrist, tugging his hand closer.

“Why do you think I'm wearing a dress?”

Fuck, he loved this girl!

They were pretty much attached at the hip the whole day – literally, when they could steal a few minutes alone. While he was DJing, she was dancing like a lunatic, front and center. Those piercing green eyes never strayed from him; he knew, because he couldn't look away from her, either. Once he was free, they danced together for a little while, but it didn't take long for Beck to grow bored and yank him down the beach, away from the party. They found a dark, hidden nook to be alone, spent the night hopelessly wrapped up in each other, and then cuddled as they watched the sun come up.

“Gods, this place is so beautiful!”

Mickey chuckled at the plural, but didn't ask about it. He had a more important question for her: “You really gonna leave all this behind?”

“I have to.” She didn't sound any happier about leaving than he was about letting her leave. “I gotta get home.”

“Where's home?”

“Boston. You?”

He grinned and nudged her. “Athens, baby. Been here seven years!”

“Okay, but where before here?” she prodded with a laugh. “You're obviously not Greek; you don't even speak it!”

“Do you?”

Beck sat up a little straighter, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Nai.”

“Showoff.”

“One word is being a showoff?” Beck laughed, shaking her head. “You've been here seven years, and you don't know a single word of the language?”

Mickey scowled, feeling defensive. “Everybody speaks English!”

“Wow.” She wasn't smiling anymore. She actually looked and sounded pretty pissed off. “That is astoundingly arrogant. And completely American, so clearly your obnoxious friend with no boundaries was right; it's not just a funny accent, you actually are American.”

“You're an American, too!”

“By birth,” she snapped, “not by choice. And I fucking hope not by attitude. I don't go stomping around foreign countries with absolutely no respect for their language or customs, expecting everyone around me to cater to my laziness.”

He rolled his eyes, scooting away from her. “Give me a break! Learning another language is hard!”

“Impossible, if you don't even try.”

“Yeah? How many languages do you speak?”

“Fluently?” She held up her hands, ticking each one off on her fingers as she listed them. “English, obviously. Korean, Irish Gaelic, Italian, and German. Passably? Japanese – I can speak it fluently, but I have trouble reading it; the kanji is a nightmare – Greek, Spanish, Portuguese, and Swedish. I can read Latin and Old Norse, and I'm learning Mandarin, but I admit I'm struggling with that one. Mostly for the same reason I can't read Japanese; the writing system.”

Gaping at her, Mickey couldn't formulate a response for a long moment. When his brain finally started working again, all he could think to say was, “Jesus, what the fuck are you, a robot?!”

“I'm an archaeologist,” she told him flatly, still looking irritated. “And I've been traveling since I was seventeen. Been studying at least one language other than English since I was ten. I definitely had an advantage, starting when I still had a little kid's spongy brain, but it's not impossible to learn at any age, if you actually care enough to try.”

“You sound like my ex.” Hoping to distract her from that comment he hadn't meant to make, he hastily asked, “If you love to travel so much, why're you in such a rush to get home?”

Beck sighed, turning to stare out over the water. “I promised my daughter I'd be home in time for her birthday.”

Huh. They had more in common that he'd thought. “You have a kid?”

She nodded. “Two. Two girls.”

“How old?”

“Alice is five,” she murmured, pulling her knees up to her chest and crossing her arms over them. Head pillowed on her arms, she added, “And Madeline's about to turn fourteen.”

“How the hell old are you?!” He hadn't meant to ask so bluntly, but he was so stunned by her daughters' ages that the question just kind of blurted itself out.

Mercifully, Beck laughed a little. “I'm thirty-three. I'll spare you some math – I was nineteen when I had Maddie.”

Mickey shook his head, not sure how to react. In all honesty, she didn't look much older than that now. There was a shadow behind her eyes that he was dying to ask about, but even as thoughtless as he could be, he knew when to just not go there. Instead, he told her softly, “My son is six.”

“What's his name?”

He smiled. As much as the situation with his ex sucked, he loved his son, and thinking about him always brought a little smile to Mickey's face. “Hector.”

The look on Beck's pretty face as she watched him like a hawk made him blush, though he wasn't sure why. There was just something about that direct green gaze that made him feel like she could read his mind. “He's the real reason you don't want to leave Greece, isn't he?” A spot-on guess like that certainly did nothing to dispel the notion.

He nodded. “Yeah. Yep. His mom hates my guts, but I don't care. There's nothing I wouldn't do to stay in his life. I actually, um... I have a room for him, at my place. If she'll ever let me take him, you know, just for a weekend or whatever... His room is ready and waiting for him.”

“All you can do is keep trying. Put in the work, be the best dad you can be, and hope for the best.”

Unsure what to say to that, Mickey changed the subject with an awkward smile. “So... Alice? She blonde, like Alice in Wonderland?”

Beck snorted, shaking her head. “No, she has black hair, like her dad.” She paused and then shook her head again with a bemused smirk on her face. “Actually, both of my girls look like their dads – dark hair, big blue eyes.” Smirk turning into a grin, she nudged him. “Guess I've got a type.”

“'Dads,' huh?” He grinned, too, and nudged her right back. “Plural?”

“You gonna get all judgy on me, now?” Her tone was light and teasing, but her eyes promised a whole lot of pain if he answered wrong.

Mickey just laughed. “Nope, no judgment. I think you've seen enough of what I'm like this weekend to know I wouldn't have the right.”

“Good answer.”

“I don't want you to leave.” He watched her go rigid and sighed, shaking his head. “I'm not gonna try to stop you. If you were leaving for literally any other reason, I might, but I'd never dream of trying to keep a mom away from her kid. I just... I really like you, and I wish you didn't have to go.”

She shrugged a little, staring out over the water again. “To be honest, I don't wanna go, either. I mean, I'm dying to see my girls again, being away from them is always painful, but... This place is so beautiful. I would love to stay a little longer.”

Not a single word about whether or not she liked him. That stung, but he did his best to ignore it. “Why don't you bring them with you when you travel?”

“I used to,” she admitted. “When it was just Maddie, I brought her everywhere with me and tutored her myself. I tried to keep it going after Alice was born, but it was rough. They got tired of always being on the road and not having kids their age to play with, so now I leave them with my sister when I'm away.”

“Wait, you taught her yourself?” He laughed, shaking his head in dismay. “Are you sure you're not a robot?”

Beck laughed, too, rolling her eyes. “I'm sure. There's more down time than you think in archaeology; plenty of time to keep an already smart girl from falling behind in her schooling.”

“They must take after their mom. I mean, you speak a zillion languages, so you gotta be pretty damn smart.” She was so reckless and carefree, it was hard to picture this woman digging in the dirt for broken clay pots, or wrangling two children to teach them math. From what he'd seen, it felt like Beck was describing a completely different person. He didn't want to offend her, so he refrained from pointing out that she came across less brilliant, multilingual career woman in her thirties and more Girls Gone Wild: Athens.

“Cheapann tú gur leathcheann mé.” He had no idea what the hell she'd just said, but he could tell from the look on her face that he hadn't been as good at keeping his thoughts to himself as he'd hoped. She looked both offended and darkly amused. “Pensi che una ragazza non possa essere intelligente e libera? Eísai vlákas, Mickey.”

He didn't bother asking for a translation; her tone told him he didn't want to know. “How many languages was that?”

Beck grinned. “Three. Gaelic, Italian, and Greek. I sometimes mix a few in the same sentence – I constantly mix Japanese and Korean at home; it makes my girls laugh – but I figured I'd be nice.”

Mickey opened his mouth to say he wouldn't have noticed the difference, and then stopped. He had noticed the difference; the lilt of her voice changed dramatically with each language. That was how he'd realized that she'd been speaking more than one in the first place. “I kinda wanna hear that mix, now. Are the languages that similar?”

“No.” She laughed. “Not at all. They share some slang thanks to pop culture, and both borrowed a lot from China, but they're structured differently, and the way they're spoken is different.”

“Then how do you mix them?”

“I speak them both,” she said with a shrug and another laugh. “If you speak more than one language well enough, they don't have to be similar to still flow. Like...” She smirked, leaning against him and batting her eyes. “Kimi wa baboya, demo... mada jowayo.”

“Showoff.”

“Yes.” Cracking up, she pulled him back to lie on the warm sand with her and cuddled close. “That time, absolutely.”

“Do you think you'll ever come back?” He'd been trying so hard to avoid the subject, but he just couldn't get his mind to budge from the fact that he didn't want her to leave.

With a fond smile, she kissed him before teasing lightly, “You gonna miss me, honey?”

Mickey grinned, hoping she couldn't see that he was feeling more melancholy than amused. “I think mostly I'll miss the sex. It's hard to find a woman who can keep up with me.”

“Oh, is that so?” She laughed and tickled him, making him squirm. Then she stopped, a warm, almost wistful smile on her face. “I'm gonna miss you, too, you know.”

Forced playful grin turning into a soft, genuine smile, he pulled her closer and kissed her. “I was beginning to worry you didn't like me.”

Beck grinned and nuzzled his neck. “The past twenty-four hours wouldn't have happened if I didn't like you.”

Feigning shock, Mickey gasped. “You mean you don't fuck strange men all over Greece indiscriminately?”

“No, that I do all the time,” she joked, hand sliding up one leg of his borrowed shorts. “But I only let the really special ones wear my clothes.”

He laughed, glancing down at himself; he'd forgotten for a second that they were hers. “Right. We should stop at my place so I can change and give these back before I take you back to your hotel.”

Beck sighed, snatching her hand back as if he'd burned her. “Right. Yeah, we should get going.”

Though he still hated that she had to leave, he kept his word and didn't try to stop her. Argyris tried to convince him to make some grand gesture at the airport, but Mickey shut him down with a grumpy, “It's her kid's birthday. I'm not that much of a selfish asshole.”

“I can't believe you're in love with this girl!” Hooting with laughter, Argyris slapped his back. “I'm a fuckin' matchmaker! Who knew?”

“Fuck off, Cupid!” Mickey grinned and shoved him away, hoping the other man couldn't see how shitty he really felt. He moped for a couple of days, barely paying attention to the world around him, just missing the crazy girl with the temper as fiery as her hair.

Then he answered an unexpected knock at his door and was baffled by the sight of a cute, petite brunette with huge blue eyes staring up at him. “Um... Can I help you?”

“Huh.” One dark eyebrow arching up, she called back over her shoulder, “You really do have a type.”

A familiar laugh made Mickey freeze in shock as Beck stepped into view behind the girl, another one in her arms. “I made the mistake of telling Maddie that I met this awesome DJ in Greece-”

“And since I have no friends anyway,” the girl, who he finally realized was Beck's older daughter, Madeline, cut in, “I figured there'd be no problem moving my 'party' somewhere more fun than my aunt's house. For the third year in a row.”

“Jesus, you might look like your dad, but you sound just like your mom!” The words slipped out before he could stop himself. While Madeline rolled her eyes, the little girl in her mother's arms – Alice, he figured – giggled.

“Yeah,” Beck agreed with a grin, moving closer and leaning past her daughters to kiss him. “She's got my snarky attitude. Gods help me. Thankfully, this one's still innocent.” She squeezed Alice tighter against her side, making her giggle again.

“Mommy! You're squishing me!”

“Her? Innocent? Did auntie tell you what she did to my stereo?!”

“It was an accident!”

“My butt it was!”

Wincing, Beck glanced at Mickey and mouthed, 'I'm sorry.' “Girls, enough. What have I told you about bickering in front of strangers?”

“I mean, you also tell us not to spread our legs for strangers, and yet...”

“Madeline Fiona O'Brien!”

“What?!” Eyes wide and looking frustrated, Madeline gestured to Mickey. “I'm kinda right!”

He couldn't hold it in anymore. Leaning on the door frame to stay upright, Mickey burst out laughing. God help this woman, he thought as he struggled to get his breath back. Her daughter's exactly like her!

Face even redder than her hair, Beck grumbled, “I did not tell her we slept together.”

“You couldn't shut up about him and your clothes smelled like dude. Doesn't take a genius.”

“Maddie, couldja stop? I kinda wanna see more of Greece than two buildings. If mom drags us home early cuz you're being a jerk, I will kick your seat the whole way back to Boston!”

“I'll let her.”

Mickey had just about gotten his laughter under control. Still chuckling, he yanked Beck into his arms and gave her a long, slow kiss. “You are dreaming if you think I'm letting you leave again.”

“That doesn't sound kidnappy at all!”

Laughing again, he released the blushing redhead only to trap Madeline in his arms and tickle her until she squeaked. “And you, little miss Queen of Sarcasm!” With a grin, he kissed the top of her head and released her, pleased to see that she was smiling. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.”

As he stepped aside to let them in, it finally dawned on him that he'd never actually worked a child's party before. He was used to crowds of rowdy drunk Greeks, not two innocent little girls. He didn't even know any kids, besides his own! He glanced helplessly at Beck, who snickered and kissed his jaw.

“Just do whatever; I can keep an eye on them. Maddie was more interested in the change of scenery than an actual party.”

“Does she really have no friends?”

She shrugged, turning to watch her daughters awkwardly settle on the couch and begin nudging and poking each other repeatedly. “She's never been the most social kid in the world. Around their own age groups, Liss is the bubbly extrovert and Maddie can't be bothered; she wanted to hang with kids her own age until she realized they annoy the hell out of her.”

“Argyris might know some people with kids...” He rolled his eyes. “He'll think I'm nuts, trying to hunt down teenagers, though.”

Beck laughed and shook her head. “No, really, don't worry about it. We don't even have to actually throw a party-”

Cutting her off with a kiss, Mickey insisted, “Oh, she's getting a party. When is her birthday, anyway?”

“Today, actually.”

He flinched, glancing at the clock, and then relaxed. It was still pretty early. “She's getting a party,” he repeated firmly. “She's fourteen! That... has no special significance in any culture I've heard of, but the kid still deserves some fun on her damn birthday. Especially if the last few have been disappointing.”

“The day after is pretty significant in our culture,” she murmured, so softly he almost didn't catch it.

“Is it?” Wasn't she American? He seemed to recall a whole conversation that almost turned into an argument about it. “Since when?”

Beck blushed again, looking uncomfortable. “Never mind.”

“...Girls, make yourselves at home. I need to talk to your mom for a minute.”

“You're talking now.”

He almost wrote that off as another snarky response, until he realized it had come from Alice. Looking innocently confused, she stared at him with almost comically large blue eyes, and he smiled. “In private,” he clarified as gently as he could as he grabbed Beck's wrist and tugged her down the hall toward his bedroom.

“Door open at all times!”

With a huff, Beck dug her heels in and spun around to glare at Madeline. “Who's the mom, here?”

“Sometimes I wonder.”

“Madeline.” Wrenching free of Mickey's grasp, she crossed her arms over her chest and stared her defiant offspring down. “Who's the mom?”

Glowering right back, Madeline mirrored her pose and grudgingly admitted, “You are.”

“Good. Now that we've got that cleared up, how about you show our host a little respect?”

Madeline's face was red as a tomato, but she still looked more angry and resentful than contrite, until she took a deep breath and turned to Mickey. With a surprising note of sincerity, she grumbled, “Sorry, Mickey.”

“Jet lag gets the best of all of us. Maybe you two should take a nap while your mom and I talk.” He didn't know what the hell else to say. He couldn't say 'it's okay' and undermine her mother, and 'you're forgiven' sounded kind of dickish. With an awkward smile, he waved and resumed dragging Beck down the hall.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed behind them, Beck sighed and leaned against it, looking worn out. “I'm so sorry about her. She's been so bitchy lately; my sister said she was even copping an attitude with her, which she almost never does.”

“She's probably just tired and been missing her mom.” In truth, he thought Madeline's sass was funny as hell, but he wasn't about to step into the middle of a mother-daughter war. Instead, he focused on his own curiosity. “What 'culture' celebrates the day after a birthday?”

She winced. “It's nothing, Mickey. Forget it.”

Weird. “What's the big deal? I'm just curious.”

“Alright, fine.” Looking and sounding resigned, she muttered, “If you're gonna judge or laugh, might as well get it out of the way – I'm a witch.”

Mickey stared at her. Whatever he'd been expecting her to say, it wasn't that. “...A witch?”

“I don't ride a broomstick and I can't turn you into a toad.” Oof. Defensive. Judging by her tone, she'd had this conversation before, and it hadn't gone well. “My sister's a witch, too, and so are my girls. There's an old tradition in the craft; at thirteen we find our deity, if we're meant to serve one, and a year and a day later, we pledge to their service.”

Light dawned. “Oh, that's why you always say 'Gods' instead of 'God'! That makes sense.” Who was he to judge? He wasn't particularly religious, but was any one religion really any weirder than the next? Curiosity abated, he brushed it off and tugged her into his arms. “My very own Sabrina.”

Beck snorted and dropped her head onto his shoulder. “Sometimes I feel more like Sarah Sanderson.”

“You really want me to throw a rager for your fourteen-year-old?” He didn't know what to say about her Hocus Pocus reference – 'horny and ditzy? Sounds about right' was...probably not the right thing – so he decided to just jump back to the original topic.

She shrugged. “I honestly don't know what to do for her. Coming back here was her idea, but I kinda doubt it had much to do with her birthday. She wasn't kidding about wondering which one of us is the parent; that kid's been trying to take care of me since she was little.”

“Why?”

Sighing, she stepped back out of his arms. She looked so sad and broken suddenly that he wished he'd never asked. “I would love to say that it's just who she is – and it is, to a point. Some people are just natural caregivers, and Maddie's definitely one of them. But I was a mess before Liss was born. Maddie's had to deal with a lot of bullshit, and it made her grow up too fast.”

That settled it in Mickey's mind. As he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket with one hand and opened the bedroom door with the other, he told her again, “She's getting a fucking party.”

Three hours and a lot of yelling at Agryris to get him to stop laughing later, he was setting up speakers in front of his apartment building, surrounded by what looked like every kid in Athens between twelve and sixteen, along with their parents. It definitely wasn't his usual crowd, to say the least, but they were friendly enough. Most importantly, Madeline was already smiling and laughing.

Remembering the posters he'd seen around town, he pulled his phone out again and called a number he hadn't used in quite a while. “Well, well. So you're in Athens. What do you know? I have a favor to ask you...”

“OHMYGOD! BASTIAN!”

Mickey grinned. Clearly, he'd made the right call, and it was earning him hugs galore. For the first time all day, Madeline was acting like a teenage girl, bouncing up and down and screeching with joy as Bastian made her way through the party. With a bright smile, she hugged the birthday girl and smoothed her dark curls back off of her face before approaching Mickey and hugging him. The second she moved back, Madeline launched herself at him, squeezing so tightly he thought she might crack a few ribs. And then her laughing mother replaced her, and he'd never felt so popular.

“Hell of a dad move,” Beck teased, grinning at him as she stepped aside and Maddie barreled into him again.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!”

Laughing, Mickey lifted her up and kissed the top of her head. “Happy birthday.” She was too light; idly, he made a mental note to ask what the hell Beck and her sister were feeding these kids, or failing to feed them. Then he realized he sort of was acting like Maddie's dad and he blushed, setting her down.

As she ran off to dance with her little sister, he pulled Bastian up onto the platform and picked up the mic. “First of all – let's hear it for the birthday girl!” He pointed, and grinned when the revelers around him cheered, making the brunette blush. “Maddie O'Brien! You said you have no friends back in the States-” Boos echoed around them, and her color deepened. “-So I thought, what could make a better birthday present than a couple hundred Greek friends?”

The crowd cheered again, and a few “YEAH, MADDIE” shouts made the girl in question laugh, covering her face with the hand not holding tight to Alice's little wrist. Mickey noticed that she did that a lot; whenever the younger girl wasn't in her mother's arms, she was in her sister's tight, protective grip.

“What do you guys think?” He shouted into the mic. “This girl's really cool, right? You wanna be Maddie's friends, and show her how much better everything is here in Greece?”

The cheers were deafening. Mickey was grinning like a fool, and was pleased to see that so was Madeline. Big blue eyes shining, she stared up at him like he was her hero, and for a minute, life was pretty damn good. He'd die before admitting it aloud, at least so soon, but he could easily see a bright, happy future where he was stepdad to these two beautiful little girls, and they doted over their step-brother Hector, the way Maddie doted over Alice. He glanced at their mother, and couldn't help getting just a little choked up when he saw an identical look of joy and appreciation on her beautiful face. Man, it was nice to be the hero.

Before he could get too emotional and ruin the party, he pointed to Bastian. “You guys know who this is, right?” Another enthusiastic roar; he was a little jealous this time, but shoved it down and smiled. “Well, she's gonna take over for a little while, so make sure you give her some love, alright?”

Yanking her into one more tight hug, he handed the reins over to Bastian and hopped down. Beck immediately threw her arms around him and kissed him. “You are amazing, you know that? I descend on you unannounced with a grouchy teenager in tow, and you give her the best fucking night of her life!”

“All in a day's work,” he joked, squeezing her. “She seems like a great kid; they both do. I couldn't just do nothing and let her be miserable.”

“Hector is lucky.” She was grinning so wide, her face hurt; Mickey only knew because he was doing the same. “He's got a really great dad. If you'd do something like this for a kid you've never even met before, I can only imagine the lengths you'd go to for your own.”

“Think you can pass that praise on to my ex? Maybe she'll actually let me see him.”

Smile fading, she gripped his head with both hands and pulled him down to press their foreheads together. “If you want me to, I'll help you fight for him. You deserve to see your son, and he deserves to know his dad.”

“How long are you staying this time?” He didn't want to talk about Hector suddenly; not at a party surrounded by strangers and their children.

Seeming to sense his mood, Beck smiled and glanced at her giggling daughters. They were hopping around like lunatics to the music, surrounded by kids Maddie's age. She looked like she was having the time of her life. “From the looks of things now? Forever.” Mickey thought she was joking, but the look on her face stopped him from laughing it off. “I've never seen her so happy. Athens might just become home.”

“I hope so.” He shrugged, forcing a chipper smile to hide the desperately hopeful one he couldn't quite keep in. “It did for me!”

“We'll see.”

Unlike most of the parties he'd worked, this one started winding down fairly early as kids hugged Maddie, wished her a happy birthday, and were ushered home by their tired parents. Alice was asleep in Mickey's arms, her tiny body limp as a rag doll and her silky black curls tickling his nose. As the last of her party guests wished her well and left, Madeline hurried over to him and cuddled up to the side not currently occupied by the dead weight of her sister.

“Thank you, Mickey.”

“Did you have fun?” She nodded, and he smiled softly, stroking her dark hair. “Good. Let's get inside and get the little one into bed, shall we?”

She glanced around, frowning a little. “Where's mom?”

“Already upstairs.” Grinning, he watched her for a reaction and added casually, “With Bastian.”

Bright blue eyes widening, she gaped at him. “She's staying?”

Mickey laughed. “For tonight, at least, yeah. Come on.”

As they trudged through the door of his apartment a few minutes later, Mickey found himself wishing he'd stayed outside.

“No way!” Beck whipped around to gape at him while Bastian laughed. “You didn't tell me you were in a band!”

“Oh lord,” Madeline grumbled under her breath. “Get something pierced and she'll propose to you by midnight, I swear.”

Choking on a startled laugh, he lowered Alice into her sister's waiting arms. “Put her in Hector's bed. You and your mom can take mine tonight.” As she obediently wandered down the hall to tuck the younger girl in, Mickey flopped down on the couch beside Beck and tugged her into his arms. “That was a long time ago. Then she got her big break and got all famous, and she didn't need losers like me anymore.”

“Oh, that is such bullshit!” Laughing, Bastian stretched out to kick him. “We got a break. We got a deal. You were every bit a part of all that!”

“Oh, please!” Mickey rolled his eyes. “You never needed me. It was the Bastian Show, and we were just-”

“No! No, what happened was...”

They bickered for a while, going back and forth over who was to blame for Saint Claude's ultimate demise. After a few minutes, Beck excused herself and left the room, leaving the two old friends to catch up. When the argument showed no signs of ending, Mickey huffed and stood up, muttering something about getting a drink as he walked away. He loved Bastian, but damn she could be stubborn!

“What the fuck are you doing?” A glass in each hand, he stared at her as she laid out lines of cocaine on her phone's screen.

“What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?”

“Oh, god.” He grimaced, glancing toward the bedrooms. All quiet, but he didn't know if Beck and Maddie were asleep, or just hiding from the debate. “Come on, let's go in the bathroom.”

“The Brat Pack's asleep. Don't worry about it!”

“You don't know that,” he hissed. “Come on.”

Bastian rolled her eyes, but she allowed him to usher her into the bathroom. “You're paranoid. You barely even know these people! What do you care what they think?”

“I care,” he snapped, though he didn't refuse when she offered him a line. He'd just finished, was still hunched over the phone, when the door opened and he was faced with, basically, his worst nightmare: Madeline was standing in the doorway, hand on the knob.

They both froze, staring at her like deer in headlights. Face completely expressionless, Maddie looked at each of them, then at the line of cocaine still on the phone, and then straight at Mickey. "I just wanted to thank you again for today." Without another word, she calmly turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

"Shit." Ignoring Bastian's drug-fueled giggle fit, Mickey was on his feet and chasing after the teen in a flash. "Maddie!"

Though her face was still a stony mask, there were tears in her eyes when she whirled around to face him. "I need to talk to you. Now."

"Okay." He gestured to the couch, but she shook her head.

"Outside. I don't wanna wake up mom or Alice."

Nodding, he followed her without another word. At first he'd thought she meant out in the hall, but she didn't stop until they were outside the building. "Maddie, listen-"

"Let her go." Mickey's heart broke when she turned to face him again. Tears running down her cheeks and lower lip trembling, she stared up at him with those huge blue eyes and he almost started crying with her. "You have to let her go. Mom's loyal even when she shouldn't be. She'll never break it off."

"Maddie, I don't want-"

"I only exist because my dad drugged and raped her!" Wiping furiously at her face while he shrank back in horror, she continued more calmly, "She doesn't know I know that, or that he tried to kidnap me a bunch of times when I was little. Auntie told me. She still stayed with him for almost a year. Will hit her, Owen was a toxic psycho, Alex was a racist jerk... Alice's dad was always really nice to us all when he came around, but he almost never did. And I don't know what he did, but he's in jail for life now." With a bitter grimace, she spat, "And you're a druggie."

Maddie's had to deal with a lot of bullshit, and it made her grow up too fast.

Beck's soft voice, so full of pain and regret, echoed in his head as Mickey sank down to sit on the steps and tugged Madeline into his arms. "I'm not a druggie," he assured her as she clung to him and broke down sobbing. "One time thing, kiddo, I promise."

"Like you'd say anything else!"

The little whimper that escaped her as she scooted up his leg to get closer and dropped her head onto his shoulder very nearly made him start crying with her. For all that she insisted he get the hell out of her life, he could tell that she was desperate for someone decent to stay. This poor kid was fourteen going on forty after watching her mom date a string of losers; no wonder she had no faith in men, or in her mother's ability to make sound decisions. He squeezed her a little tighter, not sure what to do or say.

"Mickey, I'm tired," she croaked, making his heart ache for her even more. He knew she didn't mean sleepy; she was tired of being the mature one, and he couldn't say he blamed her. "I'm so tired..."

"Shhh, it's okay, baby," he whispered, rubbing her back. "You can rest now. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. You're my little girl now, okay? And I won't let anything happen to you, or your sister, or your mom. You don't have to take care of her anymore, honey. I will. You just take a breath and be a kid while you can."

"How can I trust you?"

Well, that hurt, but he got where she was coming from. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, he murmured, "I gotta earn that." He pried her loose and pushed her back a little, just enough to be able to look her in the eye. "Do you think you can give me a chance to?"

After a pause that felt like an eternity, Maddie sniffled and nodded. "Okay. But if you hurt her, I'll kick your nuts back up inside."

Laughing, Mickey nodded and smoothed her hair back. "Noted.” A thought occurred to him and he frowned. “Why did you aunt tell you all that? Putting that weight on a kid... That's cruel.”

“I asked,” she admitted with a shrug. “I asked why mom was such a mess, and why I didn't have a dad. So she told me.”

I'd have made some shit up, damn. Even high, he was smart enough not to say that. He chose not to say anything at all, and just held her for a while as the cool night air soothed their frayed nerves and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Mickey?”

“Hm?”

Voice a small, timid whisper, she asked, “Do you really wanna be my dad?”

Smiling softly, he kissed her head again and hugged her just a bit tighter. “I am your dad.” When she tensed and let out a frustrated huff, he explained, “I'm in love with your mom, kiddo. And I already love you and your sister. We're family now, and I'm not going anywhere. I promise.”

“You're weird.” He could hear her teasing smile in her voice, and he smiled, too, relieved. “You don't even know us.”

“I know enough. Come on.” Though all he wanted was to sit there and cuddle with her all night, he gently pushed her off his lap and stood. “It's getting late. You should get to bed.”

Sending her off down the hall to his bedroom when they got back upstairs, he collapsed on the couch and sighed. He'd known when he met her that Beck would make his life more interesting... he just had no idea how interesting.

A laugh beside him reminded him of his other guest and he reluctantly opened his eyes. Judging from the way she was twitching and snickering, Bastian had finished the rest of the coke. “That was intense!”

Mickey closed his eyes again. “If it's not already gone, get that shit out of my house.”

“Oh, come on!” She shoved him, grinning impishly. “Don't try to act all virtuous now! You were right there with me, until that kid walked in.”

“'That kid'?” Annoyed now, he sat up and glared at her. “My kid.”

“Not really, though.” Confused, she twisted to glance down the hall, and then back to stare at him. “...Right? I mean, shit, she does kinda look like you...”

He shook his head. “No. Biologically, no, but I don't care. I'm not gonna add my name to the list of guys who've hurt her.”

Bastian snorted, rolling her eyes. “Mickey, you can't just decide to play daddy to this random kid on a whim just because your ex won't let you see your own. She's not yours, and changing your whole life and personality isn't going to change that.”

“I haven't touched that shit in years. I'm not changing on a whim; you just don't know me anymore.”

“Enough,” she challenged, settling back in her seat and staring down her nose at him. “I know you well enough to know this is never gonna work.”

“What isn't?”

“This!” Bastian gestured vaguely around them. “This whole self-domestication shit. You're not some house husband and stepdad – you're a musician. You belong on the road, Mickey! Not shut up in some old lady's apartment playing House with some crazy chick and her walking, talking reminders of past mistakes.”

“Beck,” he snapped, glaring at her. “'That chick's' name is Beck, and her gorgeous daughters are Maddie and Alice. They're not mistakes. Alice is adorable and so smart, and Maddie is fucking awesome and she's been through Hell. I haven't seen you in years and you think you're gonna sit here in my house and tell me who I am and what I want? I don't fucking think so, Bastian.”

“Alright, alright!” She held up her hands in surrender, eyes wide. “Chill. I just miss you, okay? I want you to come on tour with me, like the old days, not sit here and rot away in some mediocre domestic life. You could have so much more!”

Mickey sighed, staring off into space for a moment. Some part of him was drawn to her offer, but that wasn't him anymore. He didn't actually want to tour with her, he just hated feeling settled; at some point in his wild youth, stability had begun to feel like stagnation, and now he found himself often desperate to avoid it, even if it came with everything he truly wanted.

He thought about Beck, and her bright smile and her two beautiful, lonely daughters, and he thought about Hector. Beck had been spot-on; as much as he did love Greece, Mickey had really only stayed this long because of his son. He wanted to be in Hector's life. Now he wanted to be in Maddie and Alice's lives, too. He wanted a family.

And for the first time, he was willing to fight for that family.

“You're right,” he admitted slowly. “You're right, I've been hiding here, just floating around aimlessly.” Before she could get all triumphant, he stood and growled, “But that's not what I'm doing now. Now, I'm finally seeing a life that I want, and I'll be damned if I'll let anyone take it away from me.”

That said, he walked away without giving Bastian a chance to argue. He peeked into his son's room to check on Alice, smiled when he saw the way she was sprawled, half hanging off the bed, and he quietly closed the door and headed to his own room. Hopefully Maddie wouldn't mind; he'd originally intended to crash on the couch, but he couldn't stand to be in the same room as Bastian, and couldn't quite bring himself to kick her out, either. Moving slowly, so as to avoid waking either of the bed's other two occupants, he slid in next to Beck.

She immediately rolled over and cuddled close to him. At first he thought she was just fidgeting in her sleep, but then she whispered, “Don't let anyone change you or tell you who you are. Not even me.”

“I won't.” He tried to smile, couldn't quite manage it, and kissed her, instead. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

It wasn't quite a seamless transition. Mickey's place was too small for a family of four, and he didn't exactly love the idea of moving a bunch of heavy audio equipment down those winding stairs. Though he wanted to jump right into living together, he didn't put up much of a fight when Beck started looking for her own place.

It helped that she didn't spend a lot of time at home. Once the girls were enrolled in school, their mother started dropping them off and then going straight to Mickey's place. She helped Argyris translate for Mickey and his clients, which both men had thought was a terrible idea... until they saw her in action. The short fuse he'd become so familiar with in their first couple of days together was nowhere to be found. Around even his most difficult clients, Beck was the embodiment of charm and professional courtesy. Mickey quickly found that while Argyris was better for direct translation, he was no match for Beck when it came to diplomacy and deescalating a heated argument.

“You haven't seen 'difficult',” she teased, “until you've been a woman in a male-dominated field arguing for funding. This is nothing.”

Mickey laughed, yanking her into his arms. “Where have you been all my life?”

She flinched, closing her eyes and pressing her fingertips to her mouth for a second. It was the briefest of moments, and then she was smiling again and joking, “On my knees in the dirt, mostly,” but he refused to ignore it.

“You okay?”

With a little shrug and a nod, she admitted, “Been a little queasy and lightheaded lately, but I'm fine. It never lasts long.”

“You are so American.” She glared at him and he grinned, pleased that he knew how to get her attention. “You're not in Dystopia anymore – go to a doctor.”

“Did you not hear me? I'm fi-”

“I heard 'lately,'” he countered, poking her side and immediately regretting it when she cringed. Right; queasy. Maybe don't mess with her stomach, Mickey. “'Lately' means this is not normal. It means you're sick, so go to a doctor.”

She shook her head, winced, and dropped it onto his shoulder. “I don't need a doctor.”

“You can't even move without turning green.”

“I'm fine. I don't need a doctor.”

“Why are you being so stubborn? You're supposed to help me with stubborn people, not be the Queen of them!”

“Am I your girlfriend or your lawyer?”

“That's not what I meant and you know it. Don't change the subject.” Rubbing her back, he insisted as gently as he could, “Please just go get checked out.”

“I don't need to. I'm fine.”

“Look, even if it's minor, do you wanna suffer or find out what's wrong and get better?”

“I don't need a doctor to tell me what I already know!”

What she already knew? He frowned, more confused than ever. “Is it some kind of chronic-”

“Mickey, I'm not sick – I'm pregnant!”

He froze, gaping at her in shock. She started to pull away, but he tightened his grip on her waist before she could stand up. “You're what?”

Looking nervous and uncomfortable, she mumbled, “I was trying to find the right time to tell you; we've just been so busy with that 'make it more Greek' asshat...”

“You're really pregnant?” When she slowly and carefully nodded, Mickey grinned and hugged her as tight as he dared. “That's fantastic!” He finally let her up, only to stand with her and frame her face with both hands. Between frantic kisses all over her face, he gushed, “That's incredible! Have you told the girls yet? Oh, Alice is gonna be so excited to be a big sister! And Hector! I can't wait for Hector to meet his little brother or sister!”

“Mickey...”

He glanced around, smile dimming just a bit. “Damn, we gotta get a bigger place.”

“Mickey.”

“I wonder if Agryris' grandmother had-”

“Mickey!” Shoving his hands away, Beck got a tight grip on his hair and forced him to turn back to face her. “Do you really think we can do this?”

He blinked, taken aback by that. “Don't you?”

“Three kids, and fighting for joint custody of a fourth?” She shook her head, looking at him like he was an idiot. “The thought that we might be in over our heads crossed my mind, yeah. I was struggling with just two!”

“Well, now you have me.” His cheeky grin didn't seem to comfort her as much as he'd hoped it would. “You were struggling 'cause you were alone; now you're not.”

“A single mom with two kids really isn't all that different from two parents with four,” she pointed out, releasing his hair and crossing her arms over her chest. Seeing the hurt he tried to mask, she sighed. “Look, I'm glad you're excited, I am. And whether we're ready or not, the kid's on the way, I just... I just wish I shared your optimism. I'm not excited, Mickey; I'm scared to death.”

“Well, get excited,” he jokingly commanded, pulling her close for another hug. “We'll be fine. Besides, it's not like Aspa's ever gonna give me full custody, so it's not really two to four. Maddie's old enough that she doesn't need constant hyper-vigilance from us, so it's really just two to two-and-a-half.”

Finally, finally, Beck laughed. It was quiet and weak, but a laugh nonetheless. “Jesus, you're like sunshine in human form. Does anything ever get you down?”

He shrugged. “Sure, but I try not to let it for long. And I see a new baby as something to celebrate, not freak the hell out over.”

“See, you get to see it that way because you don't have to push it out,” she teased. “It's not so perfectly sunny from where I'm standing.”

“No one said life is perfect.” Still smiling like a fool, he kissed her. “Whatever you need, I'm here. You're not doing everything alone anymore. We got this.”

“I love you.”

It didn't seem possible, but somehow his smile got even wider. “I love you, too.”

“Speaking of Aspa, though...”

“Oh, god, what?”

With a laugh and an apologetic smile, Beck ventured, “I don't think you should come today.”

“What?”

Her smile immediately faded; apparently, he was really bad at hiding it when he was confused and offended. “Baby, you're chaos incarnate. It's one of the things I love about you, but it's not exactly conducive to a civilized conversation with a woman who probably kind of hates you.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I just think I might have better luck getting through to her, single mom to single mom.” She looked like she was waiting for him to hit her, which only made him feel worse. “I know how hard it is, and how, whether we mean to or not, we tend to villainize our exes-”

He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well, with the stellar guys you've dated, it makes sense. It's not really villainizing if he's already a villain.”

“Exactly how much did Madeline tell you?”

Uh-oh. She was mad. Knowing he was in trouble no matter what and refusing to drag his stepdaughter down with him, Mickey hastily changed the subject. “Do you really think I'll fuck things up that badly if I go?” Why was he even asking? Offended or not, he knew she was right; Aspa hated his guts.

Thankfully, Beck let the dig about her exes drop and her steely expression melted back into one of gentle sympathy. “I just want you to have the best chance possible of getting to be an active part of Hector's life. I want him to know you, to sleep in that bed you bought him before he outgrows it, to meet his new sisters. And I think your feelings towards Aspa, and hers toward you, are probably too raw and volatile right now for a face-to-face meeting to be a good idea.”

“Alright.” Forcing a faint smile, he nodded. “Alright, go. You've got a point.”

“I'll tell you all about it when I get back, okay?” She promised with an equally strained smile, kissing his cheek.

“Can't wait.”

When she came back a little while later, she was laughing. Mickey's hopes that it meant things had gone better than expected were dashed, though, when she managed to gasp out, “She really hates you!”

“Yeah, thanks.” He shook his head. “I knew that much.”

“I'm sorry.” Still giggling, Beck wound her arms around his waist. “She was just such a bitch. I kinda respect the hell out of her.”

“What did she say?”

“That you're a baby,” she dutifully recited, “and you're irresponsible, unreliable...”

“Why is this funny?!”

“Because, Mickey... Mickey, honey...” Framing his face like he had to her earlier, she told him, “It's nothing I didn't already know. You're flighty and you're a big kid; this isn't news. She was floored that I love you anyway, and my god, the look on her face when I went off about how that childishness is what makes you such a good dad, and you're great with the girls... I haven't been able to stop laughing since! Pretty sure she hates me now, too.”

“Great!” Failing to see the humor, Mickey jerked free of her light grasp and moved away, beginning to pace the room. “So instead of helping, you just alienated her from us both!”

“We're going to see him on Saturday.”

“What?” He spun to stare at her; she wasn't laughing anymore. “Are you serious?”

Looking rather proud of herself, she nodded. “Supervised by Aspa, of course, but yep. You get to spend time with your son, and I finally get to meet him. It doesn't matter what she thinks of either of us, as long as she can see that you give a shit; that we're safe to be around Hector, and can be trusted to think of him first. Show her how much you love him, that even childish and flaky you can be reliable, that you want to be reliable, and a supervised visit might turn into father-son weekends, without your ex underfoot.”

“I... wha... how...?”

She shrugged, smiling faintly. “Mother to mother. We came to an understanding.”

Overwhelmed by emotions he couldn't even identify, Mickey closed the distance between them and lifted her up. “I fucking love you, you know that?”

Beaming as he set her down, Beck leaned in for a kiss. “I love you, too, baby.”

“That's not cute anymore.” Despite his protests, he was grinning as he backed her toward the bedroom. “Now I just feel like you're calling me a baby. That sucks. Don't do that.”

“I'll call you what I want,” she teased, pulling him down for another kiss. “And you can't stop me!”

With a hand on her belly, he joked, “How about you call me 'daddy'?”

“No.” She laughed and shook her head. “I physically cannot do that. I'll puke.”

“Well, morning sickness is pretty common.”

“No, this is pure disgust.”

They were both laughing now as they reached the bed; he almost playfully shoved her back, but then remembered the baby and thought better of it. Instead, he flopped across it himself and beckoned for her to join him. “We're gonna be okay, you know.”

Beck winced as she settled gingerly on the edge of the bed. “It's just such bad timing. I don't...”

“Hey.” He tugged at her arm until she stretched out beside him, and wound his arms around her. “It's all gonna be okay. No matter what life throws at us, we'll deal with it together, okay? I want this baby. I know you want this baby. The rest is just details.”

“Pretty big fucking details. I was supposed to go to Mongolia next month.”

“Then go.” God, he didn't want her to, but he was determined to show her that they could be together, be a family, without completely derailing her life. When she looked at him like he'd lost it, he gave her a bland 'are you kidding' look right back. “You're not really gonna try to convince me that you weren't still going on digs when you were pregnant with Alice, are you?”

She blushed. “My team didn't know...”

“So don't tell them this time, either.”

“Mickey...” Pushing his arms away, she sat up. “You really have no idea how physically demanding my work is, do you? I almost lost Alice.”

For a second, he floundered, wondering what the hell to do or say. Then he brightened and sat up, as well. “You speak a million languages; just work as a translator until you're safe to go back out into the field.”

“...I do love it,” she conceded, making him perk up. “And maybe I can finally teach you some Greek so you can talk to your son more easily.”

Mickey chuckled. “I'm not getting out of that, am I?”

“Nope.” She grinned and settled back against his chest as he leaned against the headboard. “Not until we're both fluent.”

“Alright, I'm in.” He smiled, kissing her jaw and lacing their fingers together. “New home for us, new job for you, learning a new language...”

“New baby on the way.”

“New baby on the way,” he parroted, pressing their linked hands to her belly. “New chapter.”

“Here's to a new life.”

Mickey nodded and leaned down for a proper kiss, murmuring against her lips, “Together.”

#monday 2021 #monday movie #fanfiction #fix it fic #mickey henry #mickey/oc #i really really hate chloe #so much #omfg

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 5 years ago

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i just watched this video of chris drunk during an interview and omg he is the cutest bean ever😍 so here comes another request, chris is out, drinking with friends and he calls you because he is clingy with you more so when drunk and he is just spilling everything, how much he loves you and the whole wedding vows and promises and then he comes home but doesn’t recognize you and he is like ‘no, i don’t wike you, i have a girlfriend’😂 i know very specific but omg i’m so in love with him💕

Babes, he is the Sweetest cutest drunk man ever, if its the video where he goes on about how hes not a tap dancer, but lets lay claim to that fame, cause why the hell not. XD haha. I loved trying to picture what he would do. And absolutely he would get so gushy for his girl, needing to tell her how much he loved her. Awww. Love this one, thank you so much!

“God I need a break”

Chris’s arm slung over his eyes as he tipped his head back, taking a deep chest raising breath. You glanced up from your seat across the room, watching him from over your book. A frown playing on your lips at the sight of him being so tensed and stressed out. Everything about him right now was taunt and rigid. And with a sigh he moved back into a sit, leaning over his documents spread on the coffee table. Setting your book aside, you grabbed your phone and headed into the kitchen, pulling up a group chat with all of Chris’s closest friends.

‘Hey what you guys all doing tonight?’ You chewed your lip a bit waiting. They were rather quick though, sending you a quick fire replies.

‘Nothing!’

‘Staying home on the couch watching trash tv’

‘Suggestions?’

‘Whats up Buttercup?’ Last one came from Scott, he started giving you teasing nicknames simply cause you were practically his sister in law at this point.

‘Chris desperately needs a night out with all of you, and wont ask for it himself. Help him (and me) out?’

You peeked back out of the room, to see Dodger huffing at Chris with a ball in his mouth, shoving into his lap. Chris absently with a flick of the wrist tossed it across the room. The fact he wouldnt even look up, but the crease deepened in his forehead as his eyes scanned the words, rubbing his chin let you know he needed this. He kept up like that, his beard you adored so much was gonna be rubbed off. Come on guys, you thought. It was then you heard the ping, and it popped up on your screen.

‘Say no more, we will take care of it’

They were the best. Seconds later Chris’s phone started buzzing, rattling across the coffee table, jarring him at the noise. It was persistent, as he reached to grasp it, going through the ‘Buddy, Julios, 8 pm tonight!’ messages, Scott sending a private one later ‘Picking you up tonight’ Leaving it so Chris didnt have to worry about driving.

“Y/N, the guys want to go out tonight... “ He pushed off the sofa and went in search of you, finding you standing at the kitchen counter, selecting an apple out of the fruit bowl and start slicing it up. “Hmm, whats that Chris?” You ask while coring your fruit, asting as if you didnt know what he was gonna ask.

“Guys want to go out tonight, you want to come? They are apparently not taking im to busy as an answer. Scotts driving.”

You act surprised, and give a shake of the head. “No, Im gonna stay home tonight. Working on a work project, and I want to finish it up.” You gather your fruit in a bowl and come around to reach him. “But I will leave the porch light on for you Handsome.” You lean up as if to kiss him and when he went to meet you, you stuff an apple in his mouth, grinning as you pluck up another piece and snip of the tip of it.

“Just dont forget your keys cause I will be sleeping.” You smirk, after swallowing, moving to go around him. He wasnt about to let you get away though, catching you around your hips and pulling you in close, using his beard to tickle your neck. “Oh I know you had something to do with this Baby!”

You are laughing and squealing, denying your guilt as you try to escape. “No way! It wasnt--- CHRIS!” he was relentless though and chased you into the livingroom once you broke free, already he was starting to relax more.

That night, you did as you promised and left the porch light on, making sure the door was locked and headed into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Your phone sat nearby, and right in the middle of you scrubbing for those pearly whites, Chris’s ring tone popped up, the phone lighting up the picture of the three of you. Picking it up, you had to chuckle at the message.

‘Baby, I miss you so much. What are you doing? Do you miss me yet.(sad face sad face heart)’

You typed out ‘Brushing my teeth and heading to bed. Sounds like your having a good time. (wink)’

It wasnt even seconds before you got another one, this time it was ‘But do you MISS me?’ Yea he was tipsy, he always got a bit needy once he had some liquor in him.

‘Yes, course I do. Sleeping all alone is tough without you to cuddle up with.’ You knew that would make him smile. Snapping off the light, you go into the bedroom and turn down the bed, setting about doing the rest of your nightly routine when it pings again. This time there is a video, which you move to sit up against the headboard, hitting play.

It starts out all wonky, like Chris didnt have the camera still, and then it turns to him, at an odd angle, he must not be holding it high enough, and hes shouting over the music. “Y/N, I couldnt type anymore, the keys are to small.” he lifts it higher and you can see the others in the background, goofing off and shouting at him to return to the party, he waves them off and steps away further, away from the music, so you can hear him properly now. “I just wanted to tell you how much I fucking love you. Oh so much baby.” He rubs his face quickly, you can tell what hes saying is important to him, something that hes kept for a while, but finally had to get it out. Whenever he gets emotional, he rubs and touches his face. “I just need you always in my life, and I know you will tell me not to be silly, but listen. I love you so much, I just need to tell you. When we get married, im writing my own vows, your worth so much baby, I cant wait to make you all mine. I still need to go buy that ring though. How do I open up reminders?” His finger slammed down on the phone and its here he accidentally hit send, making you laugh hard enough that tears start streaming down your face.

It was no hidden fact that Chris wanted to tie the knot, he had mentioned it several times, so you couldnt wait to show this to him to see that flush rise up his cheeks and him shrugging as if he confessed some big secret. “Dont pay attention to that, I have to do it right!” Little did he know that you didnt even need the ring. If he just asked, you would in a heartbeat agree. But as he said, he wanted to do it right, and you were fine with waiting for him to be ready.

You send a message to Scott. ‘Please bring Chris home safe, hes so liquored!’ Which Scott just sent back a laughing emoji, clearly amused with his brother. It went quiet, and you pull the blankets up, falling asleep shortly after.

It was a couple hours later when you heard Dodger shuffle out of the bedroom and give a soft bark. Chris must be home, you thought as you rolled to get up, and wearing nothing but his oversized tee, you pad out to see where he was. Ahh, the kitchen. On the counter was several bags of what looked like taco bell, and he was rummaging for something. You lean in the doorway and say his name “Chris, honey, what are you looking for?”

From in the fridge he remarks “more cheese, I need more cheese” Between his legs, Dodger also has his head stuck in the fridge, the two of them quite the pair. You open a cupboard and take out some nacho cheese, unscrewing the top for Chris. In this state of mind, you didnt want him to try for himself. “Here Handsome, I got you a jar.” He turned suddenly, half tripping over Dodger as he went for the bag of tacos, and dumping out a pile of food. “Your the best... “ drizzling cheese all over his taco and taking a big bite, he gave what could only be described as a dirty moan, his eyes rolling back. “This is the best, besides Y/N’s tacos. I miss my baby”

“Im right here” You state, but he ignores you, going back to his taco. While hes eating, you go back to lock the door, pick up his shoes, and leave the rest of his chaos for the morning.

Getting back, you see hes left behind his meal, and with a roll of your eyes you pick that up to. He would make it up to you tomorrow. You would be sure of it. Heading towards the bedroom, you saw him collapsed on the bed, groaning. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, going to set on your side of the bed. “Chris, do you want to get undressed?”

His eyes slanted open as he looked up at you, and he groaned, turning away. “Go away, wheres Y/N?”

Well this was a first for you, your hand touches Chris’s back. “Baby, its me.”

He shifted once more to turn on his side facing away from you, muttering “I dont wike it, Stop, go away, your not Y/N”

“Chris?” You move to lean over him, your hand braced on his shoulder for leverage to glance over his half sleeping form, and he half slapped at your hand touching him, grumbling into his pillow. “Stop, I dont wike it. Wheres Y/N?” It wasnt often Chris resorted back to placing his W’s in place of the L’s.

You pull back and study him a moment, getting your phone and texting Scott.

‘How much did you guys give Chris?’

‘Oh honey, that boy is out of commission when I dropped him off at home. He should be passed out by now.’

No shit Scott, you think. Setting your phone aside. Chris has shifted again, to his back, and gives a smile seeing you and sighing. “Y/N is so beautiful, I cant wait till we have all the babies. Little Y/N all over the place.”

You pat his chest and lay down next to him. “Yes sir, all the babies, and Chris can change all the dirty diapers, and car pool them back and forth to soccer camp.”

He loped an arm around you and cuddled you in close to him, humming. “Yup. Tell Y/N that when she comes home that I miss her.”

“Oh of course, she will be very happy to see your home safe.”

That made him smile and he buried his face in your hair. Within minutes he started snoring softly, and you moved his arm from over your chest to settle at your waist. Finally you to drift off for the night.

The next morning came to you waking up first, bleary eyed, Chris came into focus, having moved during the night. Now he was on his back, head tipped back into the pillows, and mouth wide open. You were pretty tempted to take a picture, but before you could move, he slung an arm around you and twisted to his side, muttering against your shoulder.

“What Handsome?”

“I want... to die. Ugh” He lifted his head enough to rub the sleep out of his eyes and rubbed his chin against your neck, resettling himself against you. “How bad was I?”

Your hand comes up to card your fingers through his hair, light and gentle, he started humming softly at the soothing feeling.

“Well... You insisted on eating tacos, left a whirlwind of stuff in our livingroom, and you didnt remember who I was.” That shot his head up, in confusion.

“What?”

“Yea, you were convinced I was another woman and everytime I tried to like touch you to make sure you were okay, You brush me off and demand to know where I was.” You giggled softly at the memory, and he dropped his head groaning.

“Shit baby Im so sorry if I was an ass.”

“No no, you werent. It was more like you just wanted to see me, and you werent gonna accept another woman. It was kind of cute. You kept saying I dont wike it whenever i touched you. Oh and you um... sent me a video.”

He grumbled against your shoulder. “Course I did... I dont even want to know what was on it.”

You bring your hand to slide down the back of his neck, to his shoulders and rub along his upper back. “Well, it was all good stuff Chris. It was about how much you missed me, and loved me, then there was talks about a wedding ring.” Again he groaned against you, lifting his head up.

“Listen Y/N, when I said all that... “ He started and you cupped your hand over his mouth.

“Stop Babes, you were drunk. You really dont have to say anything. It was a cute video, and thats all I took it for.”

His eyes flashed in a touch of relief, another less sure woman might have been hurt at her mans relief, but you knew better. Chris was a man who ‘wanted to do it right’. You tilted your head up and nuzzled your nose against his. “How about you jump in the shower, and I will go make us a hangover cure?”

“And whats that?”

“Why more alcohol of course.”

He seemed to ponder a bit on your offer, and rolled to sit up, stretching. “Your on baby. Can you stay in my shirt though?” His blue eyes darkened in desire. “Cause your so fucken sexy in my clothes and I have plans for us later.”

You move to get off the bed, cupping his face once you stand and kiss his lips playfully. “Of course” As you turn to leave, his hand snaps playfully across your bare ass, and you smirk leaving the room.

Party is just getting started now.

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wolfs-hunt1 · 4 years ago

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Love at first Bite

Just an indulgent fic that I felt like writing, enjoyed all the process of it, even though it's double the size I was planning XD

Word count: 5084

Viktor x Rosemary

Prompt used: 265. “Somebody’s in love!”

Hope you enjoy it.

This part is a lemon, which means it contains sexual content. If you are under 18 or you don’t like this sort of things then please turn back now. If you do like then enjoy the reading.

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The cold winter air meant everyone was bundled up in padded jackets and thick scarfs to stop the nip of the wind. But once they walked inside the warm bar, all excessive clothing layers would be removed, and Viktor appreciated the view. Perched on a bar stool with an almost empty glass of whiskey, Viktor would casually let his eyes wander around the bar, trying to find someone interesting to admire.

Occasionally someone caught his eye, but soon the interest would be lost when a boyfriend or a chattier fried made themselves known. He turned back to his glass, downing the contents and signaling the bartender for another one. Mike smiled and nods before refilling his glass, going back to attending the other patrons without uttering a word.

The chime of the bell atop the door caught his attention once more, and he looked over, a bit disinterested when she entered the bar accompanied by three other girls. She took his breath away and captured his full attention. He sat a bit more straight in the stool, mindful to not topple over and followed her to the corner booth she and her friends had sat at, eyes never leaving her figure.

He focused on them so he could hear their laughter and their rants about some work college being oblivious to one of the girls flirting, but his eyes never left her. He was enthralled by her, and everything and everyone else faded from his view, becoming background noise. Their eyes meet and he swore he could feel his dead heartbeat again. She smiled gently, and he raised his cup at her in acknowledge, making her blush and duck her head down, turning back to her friends.

He turned back to the bar, the tingle of her eyes on him not leaving. He kept siping his whiskey, time passing by in a blur when he felt her presence next to him. She was waving to the bartender and once the blonde took her order Viktor decided to make his move. He turned his body in her direction, to look at her better, and smiled.

"So, what's your poison?" he asks, his deep voice, with a bit of an accent, catching her by surprise.

"Oh… I-I don't drink." she looked down while pushing a strand of brown hair behind her ear, taking a deep breath and looking back at him. She was nervous, he could teel that much, the flurry heartbeat on her chest more than a giveaway.

"And yet here you are, ordering drinks." he chuckled at her, making her laugh along.

"They're for my friends," she nods towards the booth were her friends stand, giggling like mad schoolgirls while watching them like hawks, "they figured that if they invited someone that doesn't drink they would always have a ride home."

"It appears they are talking about us." Viktor says matter of factly, taking his eyes from the booth while finishing up his drink, biting his lip for just a moment while looking at her hazel eyes.

"They ah…. they said you were cute. And that I need to let go more often."

"What do you think?" he's looking her straight in the eye, compelling her to be honest. She turns more to him and a light catches his eyes, her necklace is reflecting the light from the bar, drawing even more attention to her neck, making him swallow hard before dragging his eyes to her lips and finally to her eyes once more.

"I think the night is only just starting. And that those green eyes of yours are intriguing to look at." she seemed almost shocked that she said what was going on in her mind, but she seemed to not notice anything out of the ordinary. She smiled at him, looking over his dark hair and plump lips until the bartender returned with the drinks she had ordered, and the spell was broken. "I-I need to take this back…" she paused for a few seconds, silently requesting his name.

"Viktor, and of course, I'll not keep you from your girl's night out, besides… you know where to find me." he winked at her.

"Rosemary." he whispered her name, tasting it on his tongue and smiled again, letting her return to the booth with the drinks. He could hear squealed giggles coming from the girls once she returned, questions for details soon following.

"Can I get you another drink?" Mike asks, looking from Viktor's empty glass to his eyes.

"Not now pall, I'm starting to get hungry." Mike smirks and looks in the direction Viktor is staring at, shaking his head with a smile still gracing his lips.

"Don't chase away all my clients, I need people other than you to drink in my bar." he busies himself by cleaning some cups, while Viktor gets distracted looking at the pretty girl he had set his sight on.

"Don't worry… I'll just grab a bite."

The night goes on with more flirting on both sides, stolen glances here, and fleeting touches there mingled with small talk whenever Rose came to the bar to order some more drinks for her friends. Viktor even managed to convince Rose to some drinks, to wish she refused at first, but then reluctantly accepted, since he called her out with her own words, telling her she should loosen up and let go.

They were chatting animatedly when one of her friends approached them at the bar, her words slurring a bit.

"Mary we're gonna go, it's late and I have work in the morning."

"That's ok Dafne, I would rather stay for a bit longer, will you girls be alright on your own?"

"Yeah, we've called an uber already." Dafne hugs Rose and whispers on her ear "You go, girl, good luck, stay safe." Viktor smirks at this, catching every word crystal clear, but praising the girl for trying to cheer on her friend. Dafne moves away, waving at them when she got closer to the other girls, also ready to leave the bar. Viktor watches them leave, leaving Rose behind.

He could feel the telltale of his hunger starting to show, a light rasp in the throat, that would soon be like sandpaper chafing every time he tried to swallow. He was starting to get restless, but he was having fun talking to Rose. She was witty and smart, and even though she was starting to show signs of being tipsy, she answered him right back with the same fervor.

But she was getting rather distractive. She had taken off her flannel shirt a few minutes ago, exposing even more of her skin, taunting him more and more, her pulse point beating captivatingly on the column of her neck. He was zoning out, gaze fixated on her neck as if he were hypnotized until she started to move out of the seat.

"I need to go to the bathroom." she said, before very unceremoniously crashing onto him, drunker than she had thought.

"Wow there, I got you." he had one of his hands on her lower back, supporting her so she wouldn't topple over, the other was against her face, caressing her gently, ghosting over her lips ever so softly. Despite the allure she had because of his hunger, he was still mesmerized by her, and so he barely took notice of leaning down for a taste of her oh so soft looking lips. Once he felt her respond back into the kiss he pulled her hips just that much closer, not wanting to separate himself from her that soon.

Her hands traveled from their grip on his biceps to tangle on his hair, nails raking slowly on his scalpel, making him moan into the heated kiss, slowly pressing his tongue into her lips until her own joined his. Once they managed to pry themself off of each other she was breathing hard, taking in harsh gulps of air to appease her burning lungs. She was supporting a bright red blush, to which she hid by burring her face against his chest, making Viktor let out a rumbled chuckle.

Rose very reluctantly separated from Viktor, excusing herself to trudge to the bathroom, legs shaky from the alcohol, and the mind-numbing kiss they had just shared. Viktor signaled the bartender, pulling out his wallet and paying the bill, slipping on his jacket to wait for Rose. Once he sees her, he grabs her jacket and walks over to her.

"It's cold outside, put this on before leaving." she complied, slipping on both her jacket and her dark red scarf. "I'll walk you home, it's late for you to go alone."

"Thank you, Viktor." the walk was long, but it gave Rose enough time to sober up once more and to make out her mind. They walked hand in hand, stealing kisses once in a while, occasionally getting lost in each other and getting carried away. Once at the steps of her porch, she turns to Viktor and smiles bashfully before taking a steadying breath. "I had a lot of fun tonight, thank you."

"You are more than welcome, darling."

"Would you like to come in?" she asks tentatively.

"Are you sure? I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my hands to myself if I go in." 'or my fangs', he adds in his head.

"Who said I want you to?" she purrs seductively, biting her lip and pulling him by the hand closer to the door. She had barely had time to close the door when she was turned around and pushed against it, Viktor's firm lips on hers the second after, hands caressing her sides softly and sneaking under the clothes to feel her skin. Her hands reach up carding trough his locks, to both pull him closer and to steady herself or her shaking legs.

His kiss consumed her, made her forget about anything else but him. His cold hands was a shock, a blissful contrast on her scorching skin, making her moan lowly, spurring him on to deepen the kiss. His hands reach up, to her shoulders, taking off her jacket on their way downwards, discarding it at the entrance while they start to move across the room, lips only parting away to let the clothes pass before hitting the ground.

Viktor's back hits the closed bedroom door, and he can feel her nails raking down his back deliciously before fumbling for the doorknob to get the door open for them to pass through. He lowers his hands to her thighs, and taps them twice, making her jump and wrap her legs around his waist, his strong arms around her for support. In this position, Viktor had the perfect view of her neck, and he littered it with nips and kisses, making her moan when he found a particularly tender spot, that he gave lavish attention to until a small purple bruised formed.

He walked them to the bed, laying her gently on her back once his legs hit the side of it, hands reaching for the hem of her pants, before unbuttoning them and pulling them over the expanse of her smooth legs. Hands cupping her ankles and lips reaching down to them, laying down soft kisses on her legs, while moving upwards, hands caressing her thigs bringing out soft sighs from her parted lips.

"Viktor…" she moans softly, making him cast his green eyes on her, roving over her parted legs, up her stomach and lace-covered breasts until they stopped for a moment of her red puffy lips, drawing a smirk from him, and moved once more until they reached her eyes. "Don't tease me." He chuckles at her making her shoot him a playfully annoyed look.

"No can do sweetheart, I told you I wouldn't be able to keep my hands from you." he makes a point by groping her ass and nipping softly on the inside of her left thigh. He grins at her, deliberately ignoring her aching core while moving his lips to kiss softly at her stomach, kissing her sternum and the hollow of her throat, hands at her hips to keep her from trying to grind up at his clothed hardness.

Rosemary wraps her legs around his hips, and with a surge of strength manages to trow Viktor on his back, straddling his hips, hands-on his strong chest to support her weight. She leans down, pushing her hair away from her face and kisses him, trailing her lips down to his strong jawline and then down to his neck and collar bone. She let her hands wander down his torso, biting her lip while exploring his body. Once her hands reach his pants she took them down slowly, coming back up to straddle him once more, looking him again in the eyes.

"Who's teasing now, sweetheart?" Viktor lays his hands on her tighs, moving them up and down her legs slowly. Squeezing softly once in a while, while her hands still explored his body, each small and faded scar and hard muscle. She moved down on the bed, fingers hooking under his underwear and pulling it down, his hard cock springing up and falling heavily against his thigh.

She looks up at him, pupils blown out, making her hazel eyes almost black in the low light of the room. Her hand reaches out to take his hardness between her fingers, and while still looking him in the eye, her lips land on his hips, peppering light kisses on his skin, trailing a path to his cock kissing from his base to his leaking tip. Her warm mouth engulfs his length, velvety tongue caressing his underside while he watched her lips around his cock, head slowly and tortuously moving up and down on him, one hand caressing his shaft in tandem with her mouth, the other digging her nails onto the skin of his thigh, creating a delicious contrast of pain and pleasure he didn't want to end. His hand went up, tangling on her soft locks of hair, just to ground himself while soft moans of her name were falling from his lips with each bob of her head.

A sudden gasp leaves his lips once he feels her taking more of him in, the back of her throat constrictive and slick, making him throw his head back into the pillow, back arching off the bed. She pulls out after a few more bobs of her head, feeling his hand pulling at her hair softly, a pleading look on his face.

"As much as I'm loving the feel of you wrapped around my cock, I wanna taste you, now!" he growls, pulling her up against his body and ravishing her lips, twisting his tongue with hers, saliva dribbling down their chins. He grabs her hips, raising her off the bed and plopping her between the pillows in the middle of the bed. Lips never parting while his hands reached around to her lacy bra and started to pull it off, soft breast spilling from their confines. His mouth latches onto her left nipple, suckling and biting softly on the hardened bud, his left hand his on her right breast, palming it and groping it, soft flesh molding and pliant against his fingers. His right hand his at her hip, pulling her clothed core against his leaking cock, rutting against her occasionally, smearing some precome onto her feverish skin.

With a sharp tug, she feels the soft material of her panties give, ripped pieces being thrown off to the side while his fingers find her core, molten wetness covering them in an instance. She huffs when a few seconds have passed as his fingers are still just teasing her outer lips, smearing her wetness around. He chuckles darkly and rises from her breast, dark eyes looking at hers when she feels one of his fingers finally entering her, making her moan softly in blissful contentment. He pumps his finger inside curling it occasionally, slipping a second and then a third after a few more pumps, thumb circling at her engorged clit, making her legs shake and curl around his waist.

The waves of her orgasm subside, with his movements helping her ride it out, soft kisses landing on her skin on his way down to her glistening pussy. "You look beautiful like this sweetheart. But wait until I let you completely and utterly ruined. Then you'll resemble a goddess." his tongue licks up a stripe of her juices on her thighs, and then delve deeper inside of her drinking her in. His hands grab the back of her thighs pulling her impossibly closer to his ravenous mouth, tumb still on her clit, albeit at a slower pace now, enjoying eating her out.

Moans were spilling out of her mouth along with incoherent pleas for him to just fuck her. He chuckles at her desperate pleas, sending vibrations to her core, making her toes curl and head trash about on the pillows. But he relents his assault on her aching clit and crawls forward, kissing her deeply while positioning the head of his cock at her entrance, and slowly pushing in, feeling her walls constrict around his hardness. He reached for her hand, finger lacing together.

He stilled once he was fully inside of her, feeling her walls flutter around him, instigating him to move. She felt lovely squeezing around him. He pulled out almost entirely and slowly pushed back in, starting with a slow rhythm. Rose was moaning with each hard trust Viktor made, going even deeper than he had before, moving the bed frame against the wall. Rose's nails dragged against his back, red welts appearing on their wake, soon fading like they were never there.

Viktor grabbed her leg, pulling it to rest on his shoulder so he could go even deeper with each thrust, making them both moan each other's names louder than before. He was lavishly licking at her nipples, blowing cold air once in a while, enjoying her squirming with how sensitive she was becoming. His movements started to slow down after a while, breath coming out in hard pants for both of them, he pulled out of her and moved to the side kneeling on the bed to pull her up, back against his chest.

"Viktor…" she moans breathlessly while he slowly slips back inside her warm and slick pussy. His right arm rises to her breasts and slowly wraps his fingers around her delicate neck, squeezing just enough to keep her grounded while he thrusts inside her until her pert ass is flush against his pelvis, the wet squelching sounds accompanying their cries of pleasure. He could feel she was close to her orgasm by the way she was rotating her hips just so to get more friction, so he reached his fingers to her clit, flicking them and making tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He could feel his teeth tingling and growing, itching for a taste of her warm blood with how close to her neck he was. He squeezed her throat just a bit more, turning it to the side exposing more of her skin to him and just as he felt her tremble with the waves of her orgasm, his own following, he sunk his teeth on the supple flesh, hearing her moan that much louder, blood flowing freely to his waiting mouth. His tongue lapped it up, lips sucking gently on the bruised skin until he felt her relax on his arms, a small trail of the crimson liquid still escaping and trailing down her shoulder and back.

Once the blood stopped flowing from her wound her liquid the trail of blood on her back, nipping gently on the flesh once in a while, her gentle sighs spurring him on. He laid them gently on the bed, her head resting on his chest while he trailed his fingers on her back up and down, felling her shiver.

"What was that?" she asks, voice laced with sluggish confusion. She felt her body heavy, and she could barely move, so she relented to stay on his chest, while he caressed her skin, making goosebumps appear.

"I'm sorry about that my dear, I was starving and couldn't help myself."

"Starving? What are you?" he could hear the slight hesitation in her voice, but her heartbeat kept steady.

"I'm a vampire, sweetheart." He could see the confusion leave her face. "You don't seem scared." he noted.

"I'm. But I'm more curious than scared." she falls silent for a few seconds before looking up at him, propping her chin on the hand on his chest. "Why do I feel so relaxed and sleepy?"

"That would be because of the bite. We release some toxins to relax our prey… for easier feeding." he can hear her low hum of acknowledgment. "It will leave your muscles relaxed for a few more minutes, but it should wear off from there."

"What else can you do? Are your senses more accurate? Do you burn in the sun?" this prompts a low rumbling laugh from him, and for her to blush from the embarrassment of her curiosity faced with a creature that could have easily killed her.

"Yes, we have more accurate senses and speed, but the burning in the sun is just a myth. We have more sensitive eyes, so the intense sun does feel like burning, but nothing a good pair of sunglasses can't fix. Although we are stronger at night."

"Well at least you don't sparkle in the sun." she giggles and lays her head back on his chest, fingers tracing small patterns on his torso.

"We can also compel people to do what we want." he pauses at this. She's taking it well so far, but what will she say once she knows he has compelled her at the beginning of the night?

"Have you… have you compelled me?" he makes a long pause, but eventually takes a deep breath and answers.

"Yes.When I asked you what you thought of me."

"That explains why I babbled that." she chuckles, "I was mortified of hearing those words leave my mouth."

"You aren't mad?"

"Not really. I mean, you didn't compelled me to do all this, did you?"

"No, we really did hit it off on our own. And this," he hugs her closer, and reaches down to squeeze her ass softly, "was all your choice, not because I compelled you to sleep with me."

"Good. Because I did enjoy this night. All of it."

"To be honest I was just looking for a snack… Guess I got more than I asked for. Not that I'm complaining." he sais wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"I can still be your snack." she reaches up, pecking his lips lightly, his hands reach up cradling her face and pulling her closer to deepen then kiss. Once they manage to part, breaths coming out ragged, they cuddle up closer, drifting off to sleep in the early hours.

A few days have passed since Viktor had seen Rose. He had kissed her goodbye after they had both woken that afternoon, so they could both go to work, and he had been too busy until the late hours to even go to the bar. And her house was on the opposite side of his usual way, so coming over unnuanced was out of the question. But he had to see her. She hadn't left his thoughts at all in his waking moments, and in his dreams the taste of her body and her warmth haunted him until he woke up out of breath, soaking in sweat and painfully hard.

But even just the memories of her soft skin around him and how their bodies had molded together wasn't enough. Even after he has spilled himself all over his hand and stomach he felt the coil inside him still wound up things, and no matter how many times he made himself come, or in how many different places, he still felt on edge and stressed.

He made up his mind, took a cold shower got dressed, and took off to the bar, ordering a double shot of bourbon once he made his way to an empty seat at the bar.

"Bad day?" Mike asked, setting up the cup in front of him and watching him drinking it all in one go and shaking it for more.

"Bad week." was all Viktor muttered out, draining the second cup as fast as the first. "I can't get her out of my head." Mike looked at him with a twinge of confusion.

"Who?" the look that crossed Viktor's eyes seemed pained like he was in some kind of torture until realization dawned on him, "You mean the girl from last time? The one you were positively drooling all over?" he chuckled at his friend's look when he looked at him with a fake rage. "Look, she and her friends have been coming regularly, so you'll probably end up seeing her if you wait a couple more hours or so. Now, stop brooding, you're scaring the costumers." Mike filled up his cup once more with a double shot and left to attend to other patrons, leaving Viktor staring at the bottom of his filled glass lost in thought.

Seconds blended into minutes, and minutes into hours, everything a blur of movement and sound around him. He was paying attention to nothing around him but his glass depleting and being filled again without him ever having to say anything. His brooding concentration was only broke when he felt a sudden pressure on his should and turned around to look at her.

"Rose." he whispers, breath knocked out of his lungs.

"Hi there, haven't seen you around." she was smiling brightly while she slipped into the stool next to him, signaling one of the bartenders and ratling out her order mechanically, like she already knew from the top of her mind what her friends usually drank.

"I've been busy at work, it's been keeping me for longer than I expected."

"That's why you've been missing from the bar." she hums absentmindedly, and turns a bit more to him, "For a moment I thought you might have been avoiding me." she could see his eyes widening and his head shaking a murmured 'never' escaping his parted lips. "I was hoping to have found you that other night. Not sure what for... it's just... You haven't left my mind since that day, I know it sounds desperate but..." he interrupts her here, cradling her face between his hands and kissing her deeply, she could taste the bourbon on his tongue.

Once they parted he leaned his forehead on hers, taking some deep breath before saying, "Me too, I haven't been able to get you off my head, so call us both desperate if you will." he chuckles a bit leaning in once again for a small peck on the lips.

"Will you be here long?"

He hums in thought "For a while longer, yes. Why?"

"Meet me outside in two hours, I should be done with celebrating with my friends by then and we can go and be desperate together." she winks at him before turning with the drinks and going to the booth her friends where.

Just two hours. He could do it, after all, he had spent the entire week pinning after her and not having her. He could sit there through two more hours, looking at her across the bar, laughing with her friends celebrating one of them being promoted. Just two more excruciatingly long hours, where he could hear her, smell her, but he couldn't go and push her against a wall to ravish and taste her mouth. His fingers were twisting around the glass. He was trying not to focus on her but whenever she laughed her laughter would carry itself over to him, and right now he hated his enhanced senses.

He would occasionally look over, sometimes catching her eyes and loving the light blush that would color her cheeks. He had been making small talk with Mike, but his mind had stopped hearing him when he looked over once more, catching and maintaining her gaze, watching her smile at him and whispering ' just a while longer' knowing he could hear her. His focus on her was disrupted however when Mike patted him on the shoulder and called his name louder this time.

"Somebody's in love." he singsonged once Viktor's eyes were on him.

"Shut up." he grumbled.

"Well, I never saw you like that over anyone, so if it ain't love, I don't know what it is. And I've known you since I was in diapers." Viktor thought about what he said for a while. He had loved talking to her, getting to know her, she was funny, smart and had the same love for dark and sarcastic humor he had, they liked some of the same authors and even though they didn't agree on music taste they did enjoy some of the same music.

She was also beautiful. He loved the way she smelled, he loved the way she felt, and above all, he loved the look on her eyes when she looked at him. The sex had been great, and he couldn't take the way their bodies felt together out of his mind. And her taste? He had never come across, in all his 379 years, someone that tasted quite just like her. Her blood had been so sweet in his mouth, and for the first time he didn't just felt his need to feed be satiated, but he also felt his body fill up with something he hadn't realized until just now. Warmth. For her.

She truly had ruined him for anyone else. He only had eyes for her. And so when the two hours passed and he made his way outside to wait for her, he made sure that they would never have to be such a long time apart never again. He took her home, made love to her until the sun was spilling onto her sheets, and illuminating her smooth skin. He vowed to her he would protect her forever and always, and after some more dates, he finally had the courage to ask her to be his. To which she merely smiled and said "I'm already yours, since the moment our paths met."

#vampire boyfriend #human girlfriend #vampire x human #blood drinking #lemon #my writing #vampire #human #monster #smut #exofilia

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purrincess-chat · 6 years ago

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Taming Lies and Chasing Butterflies part 1

Finally my akumanette story is here! Introducing Lie-on Tamer, a name that my twin @lnc2 came up with in discord because she’s a babe. ;) For those who maybe haven’t seen it, here is the post of her design. I’m also going to tag @zoe-oneesama because I know she has been lurking on discord and tumblr every time I’ve talked about this fic cause she loves akumanettes. XD Enjoy~

Rating: G

Summary: When Marinette is force to move to the back of the class to accommodate lying Lila, she sees an opportunity for justice when a black butterfly flutters up to her. How will Paris fare against the newest akuma, especially when Ladybug doesn't show up to save them?

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Marinette was seething.

She curled her hands into fists as she watched Lila pawing after Adrien, clenching her jaw hard. Why couldn’t everyone see through her? And why did she have to sit in the back by herself now? How could her friends do such a thing to her and turn against her so easily? It made her so…so…

Angry.

Seeing Lila with Adrien, being moved to the back, all of her friends treating her like she was the enemy made her unspeakably angry. And hurt. Betrayed. Disgusted. As she blinked back hot tears, something fluttered in the corner of her eye, and she glanced over to see a black butterfly hovering beside her.

At first her stomach dropped, but just as quickly an idea formed in her brain. It was risky, but if she played her cards right she could rid the school of Lila’s lies for good. She could learn more about Hawkmoth and potentially gain inside information on him. Maybe she could even figure out where he was hiding. Her mind was full of possibilities, weighing pros and cons as she reached a hand into her school bag and pulled out a skein of yarn and set her purse on the bench beside her.

“I’m sorry, Tikki, but please trust me,” she whispered before offering her object to the akuma and watching as it disappeared when it made contact. Suddenly she was met with a voice in her head, Hawkmoth’s sickeningly soothing lilt feeding her promises of revenge and justice, but little did he know that she wasn’t about to be his pawn. He was about to be hers.

At the front of the room, Mlle. Bustier began calling role, and Marinette waited patiently for her name.

“Marinette?” She said finally, and several classmates glanced back in shock as a twisted laugh sounded from the backrow.

“Oh, Marinette won’t be joining class today,” she cooed, standing up on her desk. “I am Lie-on Tamer, and I’m going to expose the truth.”

“Marinette…” Alya gaped in horror, covering her mouth.

“Don’t look so surprised, Alya. What did you expect to happen when you abandoned your bff for some show-off with pretty stories?” She cocked her head to the side with an unsympathetic glare. “So, Lila, why don’t you tell us the truth?”

She cocked her whip back, but as she lashed forward, Kim jumped in front of Lila and took the blow.

“Run, Lila!” He ordered, and the girl in question, slipped out the front door before Nino took a defensive stance in front of it. Lie-on Tamer hopped off the desk to stand face-to-face with Kim, seemingly unbothered by Lila’s escape. She knew she wouldn’t make it far.

“Oh, Kim, always playing the hero,” she cooed, cocking a hip. “Fine then. Why don’t you tell us a truth about yourself?”

“I’ve never kissed a girl,” he said automatically before cupping a hand over his mouth as a Lie-on Tamer’s shoulders shook with a giggle.

“I didn’t need superpowers to know that,” she teased, pinching his cheek.

“Marinette, this is crazy! If you want to sit somewhere else then just tell us,” Alya pleaded, but Lie-on Tamer simply glared through her.

“You’re still clueless, aren’t you?” She sighed before slapping Alya with her whip. “Tell me, did you ever stop to wonder why I don’t trust Lila?”

“I thought you were just jealous,” she admitted, and Lie-on Tamer’s lip twitched in annoyance.

“Do you really think so little of me, Alya?” she asked, leaning into her face with a cold glare. “Some best friend you are, taking someone else’s side over mine when you know for a fact that I don’t dislike anyone without a good reason, and now I’m going to expose Lila for the liar she is, so you’ll all realize how wrong you were to turn against me.”

“You’re gonna have to go through us first,” Alix threatened, but Lie-on Tamer threw her head back with a laugh before leaping over them to the front of the room.

“Lila never did anything to you, Marinette! Quit bugging!” Nino said, holding his arms out, and she reared back her whip to strike before another voice spoke beside her.

“Marinette, it’s okay. No one here meant to hurt you,” Adrien said, approaching her cautiously. “I know what it’s like to be alone, so if you want, I’ll sit in the back with you.”

She eyed him a moment before stepping forward to kiss his cheek.

“You’ve always been sweet, Adrien, and I know you’d never lie to me,” she said, closing his gaping jaw before stepping toward Nino blocking the door. “You’re in my way.”

Nino struck forward, but with a practiced maneuver, she redirected his attack and sent him barreling into Ivan. Blowing a kiss over her shoulder, she kicked down the door and stepped out into the hall, hopping up onto the railing.

“If you’ve got nothing to hide then why are you running, Lila? Surely if your stories are true then my powers will have no effect on you, so why don’t you come out and prove it to us?” She called across the courtyard.

“Marinette, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you!” Alya tried, but Lie-on Tamer simply tapped the handle of her whip against her shoulder with an amused glint in her eye.

“You should be,” she said coldly before leaping down into the courtyard below, leaving Alya standing with a horrified gape and tears bubbling in her eyes.

“Where are you hiding, Lila?” She called, slapping her whip against the ground tauntingly. A flash of orange caught her eye making a break for the front door, so Lie-on Tamer leapt across the courtyard to cut her off before she could reach the stairs. “Not so fast, liar.”

Lila skidded to a stop, rocking back on her heels and losing her balance as Lie-on Tamer paced toward her. Crawling backwards on her hands and feet, she braced herself for the strike, but a smile curled on Lie-on Tamer’s lips before she suddenly dodged backwards just before Chat Noir’s baton struck.

“Right on time, kitty cat,” she giggled, pressing a hand over her lips.

“Get somewhere safe,” Chat instructed, brandishing his staff as Lila scrambled back to the locker rooms. “I thought you were supposed to be the positive one?”

“What can I say? Everyone has bad days; I am only human,” she shrugged, clapping her whip on the ground. “But I guess everyone is so used to me taking care of them that they forget that fact.”

“I’m sure this was just some sort of misunderstanding,” Chat insisted, holding up a defensive hand as if to calm her.

“I understand perfectly what happened. Little miss Lie-la is so in love with attention that she convinced everyone to turn their backs on their good friend,” she said with narrowed eyes, “and now I’m going to prove to everyone once and for all that she’s a liar.”

“Not on my watch,” Chat said before charging forward, but she dodged his attack easily with another mocking giggle.

“Too slow, and now it’s my turn, so let’s see you dance, kitty.” She slapped the ground at his feet causing him to jump back.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m a different type of cat, so don’t expect to tame me so easily,” Chat shot back as she slapped the ground just shy of his boots each time, driving him back.

“We’ll see about that,” she said under her breath before lunging forward to attack.

Chat tried to dodge, but she was ready for his next movement, landing a blow to his stomach and forcing him to double over. Each step he took, she was right there waiting, every swing of his staff or strike with his fist was easily blocked, dodged, and countered almost as if she were reading his mind. He searched her expression but only found himself met with a taunting grin each time she got the better of him, and after a couple minutes of sparring, he put distance between them, eyes narrowing.

“You can’t beat me, Chat Noir,” she hummed, resting her whip on her shoulder.

“How do you do that?” He panted, taking a knee and clutching his side. “How do you know every move I’m going to make?”

“Silly kitty,” she giggled. “I know you better than you think. Better than anyone I’d say.”

“How?” He croaked, standing on unstable legs and brandishing his staff.

“I’d tell you, but it’s a secret,” she winked, and he let out a bitter laugh.

“Isn’t your power exposing the truth?” He taunted, and she tilted her chin with a smug grin before slapping him with her whip.

“Good, Lie-on Tamer. Ask him to reveal his identity!” Hawkmoth commanded in her ear as she paced toward him with even strides.

“Well, well, kitty,” she cooed, tracing his jaw with her finger, his eyes wide in horror as she tapped her chin. “Tell me, why do you chase Ladybug repeatedly when she has told you she loves someone else?”

“What-”

“Because she’s the most incredible girl in the world,” he answered, leaping back as soon as her spell wore off, and she cackled in amusement. “Ladybug, if you’re out there, now would be a really good time to help out!”

“Oh, Ladybug won’t be saving you today, kitty,” Lie-on Tamer said, cocking a hip, “but don’t worry. Justice will still prevail.”

“The only justice that’s going to be had today is you getting deakumatized!” Chat growled before charging in again, but Lie-on Tamer dodged easily with a dramatic yawn.

“Is that the best you can do?” She teased, catching his staff between her palms before turning over one shoulder and tossing him across the courtyard.

Chat hit the basketball carts, tumbling over with a groan as he struggled to move. He reached for his staff, but Lie-on Tamer kicked it out of his reach before crouching down beside him as he dropped in defeat.

“Marinette, I know you’re still in there,” he tried weakly. “I know you’re hurt, but you can fight this. Lila is a liar, I know, but this isn’t the answer to your problem.”

“All out of steam, so now you’re hoping to appeal to my humanity?” She quirked a brow, an amused glint in her eye. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I have bigger fish to fry first.”

“Take his Miraculous!” Hawkmoth ordered, and Lie-on Tamer flicked her gaze down to the ring on his finger.

The spark left Chat’s eyes as she took his hand and traced her thumb over the ring, all of the fight left in him draining in an instant. Part of him still silently prayed that Ladybug would save him, but as her fingers closed around his ring, he knew that this was finally the end for him. He held his breath, waiting for her to slip the ring from his finger and expose his identity to the world, but after a moment, a crooked grin broke out over her lips.

“On second thought, Hawkmoth, I don’t think I want to give you his Miraculous,” she said, dropping his hand, and his mouth hung agape as she lifted his chin with a wink.

“We had a deal!” Hawkmoth growled.

“Yeah, but if I give you his Miraculous now, then how do I know you won’t just take my powers away before I get my revenge on Lila?” She challenged. “And how am I going to get it to you? I don’t suppose you’re going to let me come drop it off at your evil lair, are you?”

“We will make arrangements,” Hawkmoth said, but Lie-on Tamer shook her head.

“I don’t like not knowing who I’m working with, so let’s see what we can find out about you, Hawkmoth,” she said, pressing back against the pressure in her mind.

Hawkmoth gasped in shock as her will clashed with his own, taking a step back to root himself as he struggled against her consciousness. His will was strong, but so was hers. Losing wasn’t an option for her because if she lost then everything she knew and loved could be taken from her. Her family, her friends, her city. She pictured everything in her mind as she pushed against his control until she finally felt a snap, and a wicked grin curled on her lips.

“Who are you?” Hawkmoth wheezed, leaning against his cane.

She could picture him in her mind, the dark room, the light creeping in from the window. His location was familiar. Too familiar. In an instant, her rage returned, a new fire coursing through her veins as she turned to the locker room with a scowl.

“Your worst nightmare,” she said before stalking toward the double doors.

She kicked them open, and several students cowered in fear as she stomped passed them. A few of her classmates stood between her and Lila, but she maneuvered around them with ease, tossing Kim and Nino aside, ducking under Ivan’s fists, and shoving Alix into Max until she stood face-to-face with her target. Lila’s eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as Lie-on Tamer raised her whip and struck.

“You’re going to want to record this,” she said to Alya before turning back to Lila and crossing her arms over her chest. “You already know what I’m going to ask, so fess up. Everything you’ve said from the moment you came here is a lie, isn’t it?”

Lila glared through her, tears bubbling in her eyes as she attempted to clamp her mouth shut, but Lie-on Tamer’s magic couldn’t be broken until truth was spoken.

“Yes,” she blurted. “Everything is a lie. I’ve never been in a movie, I don’t know Jagged Stone, and I never saved his kitten. I’ve never set foot in Achu, and I’ve never even spoken to Prince Ali. It was all a lie to make you all like me.”

Lie-on Tamer stepped back with a satisfied smirk as her classmates stared in awe. The room fell into stunned silence until Lie-on Tamer let out a short laugh and broke her whip handle over her knee. Darkness poured over her until Marinette blinked open her eyes, stretching out a hand for the black butterfly to rest on. She eyed it on her finger, taking a deep, concentrated breath and watching it fade from black to white before fluttering off.

“It seems as though my work here is done,” she said cheerfully, clasping her hands behind her back and turning to pace back to the courtyard with her head held high. “You can all spare me the apology.”

Back in the courtyard, Marinette paced over to Chat and crouched beside him once more, shoving basketballs out of the way. He glanced up at her in surprise, and she shifted his head into her lap.

“Sorry, kitty,” she whispered, caressing his cheek. “I don’t have a lot of time to explain, but I need you to trust me.”

“Marinette-”

“I know who Hawkmoth is.”

At that his eyes widened, and he attempted to sit up though that proved more difficult than he anticipated, so he fell back against her lap with a grunt.

“Who?” He asked, mask furrowing.

“I’ll tell you,” she said, pursing her lips, “but you’re not going to like it.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #akumanette #ml salt #my writing

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musicallisto · 5 years ago

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Hi! I'd like to request ships for the PJO, Marvel and Playchoices fandoms (my fav books are ES, TC&TF and ILITW) if you don't mind! I'm a straight female (she/her) who's intelligent, hard-working, ambitious, sassy, sarcastic, determined, helpful, caring, logical and analytical, but also arrogant, bossy, stubborn, overly competitive, fussy over my friend's health (both mental and physical) and very averse to big changes. My dream is to become a lawyer because I want to use my skills to (1/2)

Help others. My hobbies include reading books, watching films and over-analyzing both. I suck at anything remotely physical but I'm rather good at all things school-related. For the song thing I'm going to choose Avicii's "Without You" because it's been stuck in my head all week xD. Anyways, thanks so much for doing this and sorry if I made any mistakes, English is not my first language 💙💙💙

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Percy Jackson

there’s surely a lot of energy going on in this relationship, but even before you two were together, your friends used to say that even Mount Olympus could collapse with the strength of your passion (passion meaning ‘stubborn as HELL tendencies’, but I didn’t tell you that)

it’s honestly kind of tiring at times to be the protective, caring, and even fussy girlfriend of a demi-god who’s been the chosen one of probably 12 prophecies (and counting) and has a knack for fighting ancient monsters of legend and immortal creatures

you have to practically beg Percy for him to lay down a little so you can take of his injuries and take a nap with you, mainly because you’re so concerned about his physical and mental strain, but also for the selfish pleasure of having him only to you

“Oh come on, I’m gonna be fine, it’s really no big deal” “Perseus Jackson you have been fighting mythological monsters for two weeks straight I am COMMANDING YOU to take a nap with me”

him being the cheeky hero that he is - “well, if this is what my general commands” with a sly smile, but you can read the absolute exhaustion beneath his sea-green eyes

he never really had much interested in anything acamedic or school-related, what with his dyslexia and ADHD making it harder for him to concentrate for long periods of time on given subjects (and, you know, the occasional saving-the-world thing taking up a little of his time), but once he discovers how passionate you are about school stuff he’s tempted to make an effort and support you

when you have a big test coming up and you have to study, Percy typically sits (spins, actually) on a chair in your bedroom while you’re at your desk and randomly exclaims pop quizzes about the subject to make sure that you know everything

“what was the name of the gladiator who led a slave uprising against the Roman Republic?” “Spartacus” “correct. The gods talk about him sometimes. Jason heard he’s a fun dude.” “Percy, you’re not helping me” “I am helping you! how many students in your class have heard from Jupiter himself that Spartacus was a fun dude? you’re really gonna make a difference thanks to me.”

he just asks for a kiss in return; consider it payment for helping you pass your ancient history exam with flying colors he’s an all-around amazingly supportive boyfriend, though

Tony Stark

did you just say you’re overly competitive? oh mygod

if there is one thing that Tony Stark hates more than losing, it’s losing to you. when you get that smug little smile of yours and start prancing around the Avengers Tower like you’re queen of the world because you beat him in whatever stupid thing you were both doing and it’s !!!! ARGH infuriating he hates it. no, really, he does. totally does not like it at all. it’s only for the pleasure of CRUSHING YOU to pieces that he constantly challenges you to anything and everything.

chess nights at the Avengers Tower have never been wilder and tenser. (except for Bruce, who just enjoys the whole debacle, giggling in the background, because he can see you’re both so bad and he could have won this whole thing three rounds ago. unless you’re looking to prolong the fun?)

both of you taunting the other to give up now and save themselves the humiliation of the slaughter you’re preparing. metaphorical or physical slaughter, no one really knows, especially because it never comes. the only way these dreaded, hellish chess games end is either in blood after Natasha throws the board in utter despair, or with you both having fallen asleep in the middle of moving your knight

there is a tenderness, however, in the way you care about each other, but you don’t show it that much, as if this sudden vulnerability came into conflict with the other sides of your personality. but it is undeniable. you care about each other, deeply. it’s enough to see how whomever woke up first from the infamous chess half-night wraps the other in a blanket and gently eyes them as the sun rises slowly

how you nag him to take a break when he’s been overworking himself, fighting all the threats and taking upon his shoulders the responsibility of saving the whole universe (and more)

and how he holds you steady, close to his heart, in the dead of the night when New York City almost falls silent and there’s nothing but your appeased breathing and the faint echo of a moonlit breeze

Lucas Thomas (It Lives In The Woods)

nerd meets prep in three, two, one...

(notice how I didn’t clarify who’s the nerd and who’s the prep)

I mean, if Lucas isn’t a nerd already, he turns into a big one whenever he’s with you. how could he not? you exude radiance and positivity and passion whenever you explain in great detail whatever you book you finished last week and you’re still obsessed with. how you pick up on the character development and how clever the symbolism is and just... ugh Lucas please baby read it you’ll see it’s just so good. with a laugh, he says he’ll try to fit it in his schedule. it sounds like the lame excuse you’d give someone when you’re not interested at all, but actually the first thing he does on his way back home from school is stop at the public library and borrow the book

he finishes it in one night, as you can tell by the foot-long bags under his eyes the next morning at school (longer than usual, anyways), but also by the content, even smug little smile that he wears on his face.

“so, what did you think about it??” you ask, hopeful, when you notice that he doesn’t seem completely apalled by the experience

cue montage of you two enthusiastically discussing every aspect of the book and the writing and the worldbuilding over lunch, in between classes, and even when you’re supposed to be studying

when you actually do study though, it’s always very intense because Lucas takes his homework and academic success very seriously. maybe even too seriously? you’re the one who makes sure that he catches a break every two hours to grab some water or take a breath of fresh air

he doesn’t need it, though, he retaliates, and you would find it agonizingly cute and endearing if you weren’t so mad that the boy will NOT listen to you. “you are my breath of fresh air”, he murmurs with a boop on your nose, before getting back to work

that absolute, lovestruck, handsome and brilliant fool

#ships #matchups #percy jackson #pjo #marvel #mcu #tony stark #playchoices #it lives in the woods #lucas thomas #mywriting

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darkpoisonouslove · 5 years ago

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I’m scared about what you’re gonna come up with these, but still, I can’t resist 😜 So 6, 17, 48 please

I’d say don’t be scared but you’re probably right to be. XD There is angst as usual but happy endings, too, so it’s not so bad, I guess.

Number 6 is at the bottom because it became the longest and I want to use a cut.

This may or may not be part of the Fake Dating AU verse. But if it is, it would fit somewhere after chapter 14. (Just for future reference.)

17 – audience

The sound of the piano drew her out of her shelter among the books just like he’d hoped it would. She’d retreated to the section of the living room that was turned into a library to find some peace and quiet after their loud fight. It was ironic, really, how much he’d said because he didn’t want to talk. But it was so hard to express his emotions in words when all his life he’d been taught not to feel so he’d switched to notes.

He knew she could read them but it didn’t scare him like it did when it was his mothers listening to him play. She wasn’t going to reprimand him if she didn’t hear what she wanted to. She just wanted him to talk to her and that made her the only audience he’d ever wished for. Because she would do her best to understand and accept his feelings and guide him through them.

So he let the piano wail and scream when he couldn’t, poured out all the pain he’d been in even before their fight–and that had only made things worse–and had the music apologize to her for the hurt he’d caused her. And it seemed to work, for her expression softened as she listened and a tear fell from her eye now even if it had been glistening there way back during their argument.

It prompted him to leave the keys alone and pull her close, drawing her into a hug, his fingers moving over her cheek now to wipe away the tear-stain. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, the words quiet with fear but not for himself. He just hoped it wasn’t too late to fix what he’d broken.

“And I didn’t mean to push you so hard,” she said, her voice trembling like it never did, hurting him with her pain. “I just wanted you to tell me what’s wrong, let me in and allow me to help you,” she said, her voice breaking as she clutched weakly at the collar of his shirt.

“And I should’ve let you but I’m not used to… someone caring about me,” he was quick to say before she could keep blaming herself. It wasn’t her fault he’d been raised to run from genuine contact and made to fear getting close to people. “I promise I will do better,” he stroked her cheek, letting the words seep into her skin and help her calm down.

“And I promise to be more patient,” she said as she gifted him with a timid smile that had him leaning in to capture her lips. They were irresistible to him as they always voiced the sweetest of things and he wished to never stop hearing them. They were music to his ears and he was her willing audience.

We had a mild storm the other night and this was born.

48 – lucky

The thunder rumbled outside and it was only the warmth of Griffin’s body pressed against him that helped him keep his heartbeat steady. He tried to focus on her quiet breaths–they sounded like safety–and not on Tharma’s cackling that he could hear in his mind. Or the shiver that ran down his spine at the sound of the–undoubtedly cold–rain that was pouring outside.

“This is so soothing,” Griffin spoke and he could hear the content in her voice even if he couldn’t see it on her face thanks to the way her head was laid down on his chest.

“What, the storm?” he asked incredulously, the words slipping from his mouth before he could quite get his shock under control.

“Yes,” Griffin said, her voice firm and carrying hints of excitement. “It’s perfect for falling asleep to the soft sound of the falling raindrops.” All he could hear was the aggressive downpour and the violent wind. That was of course when there weren’t deafening thunders that called loudly to his nightmares. “And the knowledge that we’re in here where it’s warm and dry, and… cuddly,” he heard the mirth in her voice, “while the storm is raging outside,” well, she got that right, “is so cozy.” She pressed herself harder into him as if to convince him in the truth of her argument.

“I wouldn’t use that word,” he said as he chuckled forcedly, trying to keep the mood light and not drag her into the hurricane in his own mind. “There’s too much thunders and howling wind for it to be peaceful,” he said, hating himself for the quietness of the words since he couldn’t make them louder. And he was afraid to. Afraid that the lightnings would be turned on him if he voiced his complaints.

Griffin moved to look at him and he sighed before meeting her gaze rather reluctantly. “I’m here and I love you,” she said before pressing her lips against his neck and making her way upwards, the softness of her kisses tickling in a way that chased away the unpleasant shivers to replace them with their opposites. “And I’m ready to whisper it to you until it drowns out everything else in your mind,” her hot breath hit his ear, caressing his skin with her promise.

He pulled her closer, entirely on top of him so that he could feel all of her skin. “I’m lucky to have you,” he said as she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck. His hands tangled in her hair and the softness of the purple tresses chased away the harshness of the memories of electricity coursing through his body and cold biting at his skin as cruel, vicious words rang in his ears.

Here’s an idea I’ve had since forever and I finally managed to get motivated enough to write it. It is an AU in which Faragonda has trouble using her powers and Griffin comes to the rescue.

6 – wings

“There’s no use,” Faragonda said as she plopped herself down on the grass after her latest failed attempt to summon her magic and complete the task of blasting the boulders at the clearing to pieces. “I will never get it.”

“Of course you will,” Griffin put a hand on her shoulder, her touch so impossibly gentle considering the enormous destructive power of her magic. Faragonda could still remember the tremendous wave of magic that had swept over her when she’d first met Griffin who’d stepped in to protect her from three other witches that were bullying her. She’d never felt such raw power before, not even from her own mother who was a fearsome witch infamous in countless realms. How she wished she’d inherited an ounce of that talent but her own powers were laughable at best and nonexistent at worst. She would’ve ended up badly injured if not for Griffin’s interference. “You just need more practice.” Griffin was so patient with her, as if she was special when it couldn’t be further from the truth. She never showed the temper Faragonda knew was lurking under the surface. She’d felt Griffin’s outrage feeding her powers and making her glow with a green magical aura that had scared off the other witches before she’d even unleashed her magic. But those strong negative feelings were nowhere to be seen in their interactions which only made Faragonda feel worse.

“More practice?” She chuckled bitterly. They’d been practicing for almost half a year now with Griffin guiding her calmly and with care only for her to fail again and again. “I’m just wasting your time.” She’d been thrilled when Griffin had agreed to help her. She’d been left in awe of her power and, later, of her comprehension of magic and she’d thought that maybe she’d finally learn. But it was rapidly becoming apparent that that would never happen.

Griffin studied her for a moment and it was the first time she was left unnerved by her gaze. If she agreed with her, there’d be no more reason for them to meet and… she’d lose her best friend. Her only friend. Every other witch inevitably started taunting her for her lack of powers. But even the fact that she’d be the family disappointment that was not talked about at social gatherings didn’t hurt as much as the thought of not seeing Griffin anymore.

“Okay,” Griffin said, making her freeze. “One more try and I won’t press anymore. If you can’t, you can’t and we both accept that,” she was talking as if Faragonda’s success was somehow her responsibility and impacted her directly, making failure her problem. But she’d already done more than anyone else ever had. She’d not only refused to give up on Faragonda, but she’d also encouraged her to keep trying. She’d been just about ready to admit defeat before Griffin had shown up but her lessons had kept her going for six more months despite the constant disappointment for both of them. Even if Griffin never showed any feelings of the sort to her. “But you have to promise me to give your everything, okay?” Griffin put both her hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes, her expression serious.

Faragonda didn’t want to fail her even more so she nodded, summoning all of her determination to see this last attempt through. More for Griffin rather than for herself.

Griffin smiled at her in a way that managed to give her strength and faith even when she knew she would fail and let go of her shoulders to offer her a hand.

Faragonda took it and found herself on her feet when Griffin pulled her up with so much force that she almost stumbled forward, leaving them close to each other, the space between them full of tension. She couldn’t tell if it was anticipation or something unspoken on Griffin’s end, but she knew what it was with her.

Griffin didn’t let go of her just yet. “I know you can do it,” she said, her voice quiet but not because she didn’t believe in what she said. She was a force of nature and she didn’t need to be loud to be heard. The quiet words contained much more confidence than anyone’s shouts could, much more confidence than Faragonda had. Yet, they didn’t make her afraid of not delivering and only helped her focus on the task at hand instead. Griffin was the only one who had that effect on her. Everyone else made her feel worthless. Including herself.

Griffin finally released her grip on her and made her way to the center of the clearing, reaching for her magic if the significant shift in the atmosphere was any indication. And the slight green glow surrounding her form. She was using a lot of power.

“What do I have to do?” Faragonda asked because she needed instructions. Not that they had ever helped her achieve anything but without any she didn’t stand a chance.

Griffin didn’t answer, focused on what she was doing. Her magic wrapped around the boulders around, making them glow as well, and forced them out of the ground before lifting them in the air. They kept raising higher and higher, driven by the spell Griffin was murmuring and channeling her magic into until they were so high Faragonda could barely see how they drifted closer together above Griffin’s head.

She turned her attention to Griffin, wondering what was going on in her mind. There was no way her weak magic could reach them there. Her blasts had barely made it to the stone surface when they’d been on the ground just a few feet away from her.

Griffin’s eyes opened and the magical aura disappeared as she put an end to her spell. But that meant-

Faragonda looked up to see the heavy boulders plummeting down towards Griffin. They would crush her and she didn’t seem to have any intention of moving, her eyes trained on Faragonda. She had to save her.

That remained the only thought in her head, her whole focus and energy going into it and before she knew it, Griffin was tightly clasped in her arms and they were at the other end of the clearing, the boulders smashing into the ground behind them.

Faragonda waited for the commotion to stop, clutching Griffin hard in her embrace with her eyes closed as she tried to shake off the terror of the experience. “Never again,” she hissed, her voice shaking, when everything calmed down around them and her heart was pounding a little slower, the feeling of it in her throat subsiding enough to let her use her voice more. “Do you hear me, never again,” she growled louder, pulling away to scowl at Griffin which would, hopefully, get her point across.

The expression she was met with was one of total fascination, though, and it took her a moment to process what could’ve evoked that response. But when she looked down, she found herself dressed in a sparkling dark blue skirt and top. It was a fairy outfit and it finally dawned on her that she’d just flown them out of harm’s way. Wings. She had wings. She had transformed and was a fairy.

Griffin reached to touch the shimmering things that were sprouting from her back and she felt the ghost of her touch in the nerves on her back. Apparently the wings were connected to them. “Well, that explains the lack of results,” Griffin said, her voice quiet again but this time it was full of respect. “Stained glass only reveals its beauty in the light.” The witch was in awe – something Faragonda had never seen from her and it helped loosen the grip that the fear had on her throat.

If she’d been the family disappointment before, now she didn’t have to worry about that because they would just outright cut off all contact with her. No fairy was welcome anywhere near them, much less allowed into the family. Her outfit was much brighter than her future.

Griffin seemed to sense her thoughts, for she summoned her magic again but before Faragonda could start worrying, a mirror appeared in front of her and the reflection of her wings captured her attention.

They were indeed the blue of stained glass and weren’t shimmering which left them clear and transparent, see-through just like glass. “They’re beautiful,” she whispered as she touched her hand to the cold surface of the mirror in an illogical attempt to touch them.

“And you’re beautiful, too,” Griffin’s reflection smiled at her. “A beautiful fairy. Just as I thought.” Her hand was on Faragonda’s shoulder again and if anything, the soothing effect of her touch had multiplied now that their friendship was silently confirmed.

Faragonda would ask how she’d come to the conclusion but she was too preoccupied with her overflowing emotions that were all over the place and the only thing that grounded her was the security of the knowledge that Griffin was still her best friend regardless of the fact that she was a fairy. She wasn’t angry at the revelation as Faragonda was sure her family would be. And that was all that mattered right now even if the future was more than scary. So she covered Griffin’s hand with hers, relieved to feel the warmth of her skin and her support because she was sure that that was all she had left besides her newly found winx.

#winx club #winx griffin #winx valtor #griffin x valtor #winx faragonda #griffin and faragonda #ask #her-majesty-wears-jeans #drabbles #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #heaven or hell

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killian-whump · 6 years ago

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OUAT 2x21: Rewatch Blog

Hey everybody! It’s time for another rewatch blog, this time for the big Season 2 finale! Well, the start of it anyway ;) This first half is called “Second Star to the Right...” and I bet you can’t guess what the next part’s called!

...Okay, let’s, uh, not worry about that now. We’ll worry about that next time! For now, let’s start the show!

Aw, poor Bae.

6 months on the streets. That really sucks :(

Aww... Wendy is sweet <3

Hahaha, Gold, that's a little silly, making Whale kiss the bottom of your boot, don't you think?

I mean, the TOP of the boot is so much nicer, then you get to WATCH them do it. Also, the bottom of the boot is just gross. Ew. Not hot at all.

Ummm... what were we talking about? Oh, right. The show.

EMMA AND DADDY CHARMING WITH GUNS BLAZIIIIING

"Haven't you already gone down that road?" Oh, Snow. Your complete lack of faith is... touching? Kinda? No? No.

"Orrrrr maybe it's time for you to let it go?" WHAT DID I JUST SAY, SNOW?

OOOOOOOH GOOD WHUMP SCENE COMING

Hahaha, I never noticed this before, but Hook is the one strapping Regina to the gurney in the background.

KINKY.

I can just imagine how that came about. “No, no, let me tie down the Queen. I’m good at it, you see. Very skilled. I have... skills.” “Is this some sort of sex th-” “No, no, just let me tie up the lass.”

And the hook teasing her cleavage. Hook, you little stinker. I take back anything I ever said about him not having a topping bone in his body. He’s got a little one. Somewhere. Not sure where. It hides most of the time.

"Sorry, mate. Gonna have to say no." <3

EEEEEEE I love this, tho <3 Don’t hate me for it, it’s kinda my thing ;)

Awwwwww <3 The Darlings have taken Bae in <3

Aaaaaaand I hope you enjoyed your red hot minute of belonging in a happy, functional family, Bae. Now here comes news of the shadow -_-

Geez. You guys aren't going to listen to him at all, are you.

"Regina's missing and we think she might be in danger." "...just the way I like her!"

Rumple's in top form this episode, what with the boot-licking and the sass.

"This is one of Regina's tears." WHY DO YOU HAVE ONE OF- "Why do you have one of Regina's tears?" THAT'S SUCH A GOOD QUESTION. "Because I do." THAT IS AN UNSATISFACTORY ANSWER, MR. GOLD.

"Whatever she sees, you'll see. Whatever she feels, you'll feel."

UMMMMM. I don't remember that part. Twice the whump, twice the fun XD

Also, what happened to a simple Locator Spell? XD Not whumpy enough?

NOT THAT I'M COMPLAINING.

"You really can do magic..." Oh, Lacey <3

"My heart is dark because of what I did to Regina." Umm... I think it's 'cos of what you did to Cora, actually. Also, it's more like... a baby guppy of darkness. Very small. Not even a tadpole. I wouldn’t worry about it, really.

Like one of these, but DAAAAAAARK and made of murder.

Snow can't put the drop in her own eye, though? Oh, I guess with only one drop, they have to be sure... Although that sure looks like a lot more than one drop. Eh, whatever. It sounds legit.

...except the drop totally slipped right out of her eye, haha. Oops?

Awww... it didn't wo-

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHUMP

DRAMATIC MUSIC

COMMERCIAL!!!!

I mean, except not, but you can tell that's where one would've been if they'd been there XD

Aw, hell no. Back to the Darlings. They're still not gonna listen to Bae, are they? *siiiiigh*

HE TOLD YOU NOT TO OPEN THE WINDOW.

LIKE THAT SHIT'S NOT FUCKING TERRIFYING

YOU SHOULD BE TERRIFIED RIGHT NOW

DON’T GO WITH THE TERRIFYING SHADOW MAN

WHY WOULD YOU GO WITH THE TERRIFYING SHADOW

WHY WOULD YOU EVEN-

THAT THING IS FUCKING TERRIFYING

WENDY, DON'T BE STUPID

WENDY, YOU'RE SO STUPID

Don't be sad, Bae. She was stupid. In time, gravity will get her.

Lana, that was a nice gasp.

Oooh... raspy voicefrom screaming. Threats in the raspy voice. NICE.

Guys, I’m so sorry I’m enjoying this so much, but...

"We're here to cleanse this land of it." That doesn't sound nuts or anything.

I lied, by the way. That sounds hella nuts.

BELIEBERS FOUND HIM!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh, no. He said believers. That's not as funny.

It smelled like sardines. Like, that's maybe a CLUE, guys.

Oh, good. He mentioned the COMPLETELY OBVIOUS clue XD

Good detective work, Emma!

Oh no. We're back here again, at the Darlings'.

Can we go away again? Maybe back to the Cannery? The beach? Tamara's room? ANYWHERE but here? No?

Guess not. We're still here.

*sigh*

This is like a slow train into a brick wall and I hate it. Choo chooooo.

Aw, geez.

Rumple... Geez.

Aw, geez.

Cannery time!

Hahahahahahaha :) I love it when they all pull guns on each other XD

"What the hell, you guys?" Ummm, what the hell, YOU? How did they get down there so fast when you were RIGHT next to this place and they were at the loft? Are you moving at a snail's pace?! Is the loft right upstairs? Where is anything, actually? What is everything?

Did he just... hand Emma his GUN? Why would he- Oh, a walkie-talkie. Okay.

Ahhhhh Regina’s eyes are all red T_T Don't worry, help is coming!!

I love it when help comes :D

Ahhhhhhh "Now go ahead and kill me." SO BRAVE T_T

Aw, shit. We're back with the Darlings again.

AND THEY'RE ARMING THEMSELVES

THE LIGHTS ARE ALL GOING OUT

"Don't be frightened."

IT'S TOO LATE, BAE. I AM VERY FRIGHTENED.

Aww, Bae being heroic!

SEE, Wendy? This is why I TOLD you to listen to him, dammit.

Creepy ass shadow.

Is he trying to fly him to Neverland or trying to KILL his ass DEAD? Seriously, man. FLYING LESSONS. PRONTO. You suck at this, and it’s like, the ONLY thing you fucking DO, you creepy ass shadow.

AHHHHHH Where's the rescue? We need a rescue! All good whump scenes have a-

DAVE TO THE RESCUE!!!!!

That was a pretty good rescue there. Good job, Dave!

Neal: "So I was right, it wasn't Tamara." *Tamara knocks Emma out with a pipe* Neal: "Oh, hiiiiiiiii honey. Whatcha doin’?"

I WOULD'VE PAID MONEY FOR THAT LINE. REAL, ACTUAL MONEY.

Tamara... Ugh. I really don't like her, guys. Like, really.

I know Neal did Emma bad, and I know he's not a great guy by any means, but... Tamara did him worse, honestly. I mean, she was playing him ALL ALONG. That's cold, man. COLD.

Aaaaaaand now she's shot him. And it's not even a good shooting, whump-wise :/ Tamara, you fucking faker, ISTG.

Oh, no, she's gonna shoot him in the he-

EMMA TO THE RESCUE!!!!!

Holy shit, that was some slam into the wall, Emma. Geez. DO IT AGAIN.

Hahahaha, I love how dumb Tamara looks throwing the bean. I wish it had been a dud and just not done anything. That would've been hilarious. "Did you... just throw a BEAN at me?" "Yeah, I, uh... It was supposed to do something..." "That's so sad."

You know, maybe if they'd GOT THEIR ASSES MOVING instead of standing there chatting, Neal wouldn't be getting SUCKED INTO A GIANT GLOWING PORTAL OF DOOM right now. Just a thought.

Ooooh a dramatic "I love you" at the zero hour!

And another one! What is this, Zero Hour Love Confession Christmas?!?!

Bye Neal T_T

SERVES YOU RIGHT, DUMBASS GREG D: That’s what you get for being a giant dumbass, you dumbass.

Shut up, it’s not like YOU’VE never taunted a dude over his dead DAD.

Ummm... How does MAGIC work to remove the magic cancelling cuff? And couldn't, like, any of them just... take it off? Isn't that how they work later in the series?

Oh, wow. Emma. Wow. Good acting there. She looks totally shook.

"Neverland?" Well, where did you THINK you were going, Bae? Seriously? Wendy EXPLAINED this to you.

Into the water he goes.

Aaaaand out of the water he comes.

I WONDER WHO SAVED HIM

HEY, I KNOW THAT VOICE

HEY, I KNOW THAT GUY

Aw, Regina <3 Babe, feel better <3

Aaaaaaand Greg and Tamara are planning to blow Storybrooke off the map.

Meh. Worst villains ever.

PEW PEW PEW PEW

#ouat rewatch #ouat liveblog #watching fairytales #2x21 #oc #kw reviews

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alirhi · 3 years ago

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If I'd written Loki pt 3

(Missed one? Episode 1 Episode 2)

Still can't sleep. I started to doze off a little, but then my fucking brain latched onto this and wouldn't let go lol so...here.

Episode 3 would be where Loki finds the file on the destruction of Asgard. Mobius has been trying to keep it from him, afraid it might be too much for him to handle so soon. He looks across the table and sees Loki frozen in horror, and he knows, because they're researching apocalypses, exactly what he's seeing. Damn.

"Did you know about this?" Loki demands, hiding his shock and grief behind anger. Mobius admits of course I did as he tries to snatch the paper away. You weren't ready, Loki. It was too much- "And what makes you think that was ever for you to decide?!"

There's a moment of charged silence between them, Loki angry and reeling, and Mobius truly frightened of him for the first time. Since getting to know Loki - really getting to know him, not just as a file on his desk but the man himself - he's come to like and respect him more and more, and in the process, privately question the sacred timeline. That's why he keeps advocating for the minimal freedom he can get for Loki, why he told him part of his destiny, why he now isn't sure what to do or say.

"What happened?" Loki quietly demands. He could just read the rest of the file, but he can't quite stomach seeing it laid bare so callously in black and white.

Ragnarok, Mobius tells him softly. You unleash Surtur- "I did this?!" Loki is baffled, horrified, unable to grasp the concept of allowing the only home he'd ever known to be obliterated. To stave off something much, much worse, Mobius murmurs.

Loki shakes his head. "What could be worse than the destruction of an entire planet?" Still unsure how to proceed, Mobius gets snarky and reminds him, Didn't you already try to do that once, like a year ago? Loki is less than impressed lol. He's also privately freaking out. For all his mixed feelings about the place and its people, he just can't wrap his mind around destroying Asgard.

"That's where she is," he decides, lurching up from his seat. Mobius doesn't buy it, tries to stop him. You're not thinking rationally. She's never gone there- "That you know of. You had no idea where she'd ever been until I figured it out." She's a Loki! Wouldn't she have the same feelings you're having right now? Try to stop Ragnarok? "Who says I'm trying to stop it? I thought we were stopping her."

Loki, listen to me! He reaches for Loki's arm, but he's let his guard down; Loki steals his Tempad and sends them both to Asgard. Mobius is partly right, of course; Sylvie has never come back to this place before. She couldn't handle the flood of mixed emotions seeing Asgard again would cause. But Loki, even at the mercy of a lot of those same emotions, is also right. He knows what Mobius doesn't yet realize: Desperation drives Lokis home. Sylvie's plans have been disrupted; she's come here, to her last resort, the place she'd vowed never to set foot in again, to regroup. They don't find her right away, though.

First, they run into someone Loki has known since childhood.

"Loki!" she cries out, shocked to see him just standing there beside a complete stranger. They fly together like magnets, collapsing into each other's arms. "What are you doing here? We have to run; Asgard is being evacuated."

"Sigyn." He squeezes her with all his might, this woman who has meant everything to him, ever since they were small. In his arrogance, he's never told her how he felt. He won't now, either. There's too much going on, too much at stake. He holds her tight, not saying a word, while Mobius watches with a sort of awkward, nervous amusement. Oh. So THAT'S Sigyn! Loki flips him off behind Sigyn's back; a bit uncouth, sure, but any other retort would just be more effort than he feels like putting in right now. (oh wait. Disney. okay, so he doesn't flip him off, just glares I guess XD)

'Loki, we must go!"

"Then go," he murmurs, kissing her cheek and reluctantly releasing her. "I'll find you later." She won't make it to the bridge, Mobius warns as she's walking away. He doesn't know why he's telling him this; warning him of his own fate when he's already derailed it is one thing, but willfully causing a branch in the sacred timeline? What's wrong with him?! But he's already said it, and the stricken look on Loki's face says he heard him loud and clear. Loki grabs Sigyn's arm before she can get too far, and gives Mobius a look daring him to stop him. Mobius only shrugs helplessly and follows them both toward the palace.

"How old was she?" What? Loki rolls his eyes. "How far into her timeline did you abduct her?" Mobius hadn't thought of it that way, but he admits, she was a little girl. At Loki's impatient look, he shrugs. Seven? Eight, maybe? Maybe younger, I don't know.

"That's close enough. I know where to look." So wait... we're really here to find the other variant? Mobius laughs. I thought you were just cracking up! "I don't love the idea of this place disappearing forever," Loki admits in an irritated growl, "but I never do anything without a purpose. You ought to know that."

Sigyn's confused, but she lets this debate play out without a word. She knows Loki well enough to know something's going on, and even if she asks her questions now, she won't get any answers. So she waits. And is even more confused when they find Sylvie, and she recognizes Loki's female form. "What?"

Loki smirks. "Eerie, isn't it?" Before approaching Sylvie, he growls in Mobius' ear, "if anything happens to her, you will suffer more horribly than you can possibly imagine." You ever gonna tell her you're in love with her? Mobius taunts, grinning. Loki challenges, "Will I have the chance?" He doesn't let Mobius answer. He approaches Sylvie cautiously, like she's a cornered animal. The VARIANT jacket he'd forgotten he was wearing until then disappears. He's just Loki again, no visible ties to the TVA. Unfortunately, with Mobius right behind him, he's never going to get Sylvie to trust him. They fight, Loki consistently getting the upper hand because he knows more magic than Sylvie does, and she can't reach anyone to enchant them.

Then the earth beneath their feet shakes. Ragnarok has begun. Sylvie tries to steal Mobius' Tempad from Loki. He turns and races to Sigyn's side, Sylvie on his heels. Knowing they can't stay there, this is where he opens up a portal to a random apocalypse, and he, Sylvie, Sigyn, and Mobius all end up on Lamentis.

They still try the train thing, with Loki conjuring fancy clothes and tickets for everyone (and cuffs on Sylvie, hidden beneath one of those furry hand warmer things). Loki and Sigyn, both reeling from what they've each been through, play some kind of Asgardian drinking game, and Loki sings that beautiful song. He's serenading Sigyn, though, not Sylvie. Meanwhile Sylvie and Mobius stay at the table and talk. They both know better than to reveal any groundbreaking secrets; they just chat. Mobius is fascinated by a female Loki, until he looks over at the other two and sees what appears to be another Sylvie. Sylvie rolls her eyes and causally tells him that Lokis are shapeshifters, and aren't limited to one gender. Drunk and giggling, Loki turns back into himself and kisses Sigyn. Sigyn slaps him (she loves him and always has, but if he's ever going to make a move, she's not tolerating a sloppy, drunken one. Sigyn has self respect, yo! XD).

They don't get thrown off the train. They make it to the port, where Loki looks out over the city and makes the same realization he did originally: "My god. They're going to let all these people die." He won't stand for it. He's done watching worlds burn. After all he's seen and been through, all he's done and been forced to do, he's done. While Sylvie urges him to forget it and find the power source, and Mobius tries to get back to towing the company line and tells him not to screw up the apocalypse, Loki takes one look at Sigyn, his love, his childhood friend, the only person in his entire life who loved him and gave zero fucks about Thor, his moral compass... And she just nods. The two of them race down into the fray. Sigyn rounds people up, herding them away from the worst of the danger the best she can, while Loki focuses on the destruction around them. The episode ends when he stops that falling building and pushes it back upright.

Episode 4

#loki #loki series #loki negativity #fixing bad writing #if i wrote the series #episode 3

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felixthekoala · 6 years ago

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Kroojin Wedding!

ahhh the first of the nine muses to wed, I’m so proud :’)

@hey-hey-chan ily <333

(this is just a fun thing we were joking about that I decided to do bc I love weddings and I love the nine muses)

The Proposal:

Okay so Kris and Woojin were vacationing in Iceland over their anniversary

And Woojin took her to this frozen lake at night to see the aurora

Kris was like “It’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life”

and Woojin was like “I have”

(looking at her obvs)

and then he dropped to his knee and did the whole thing

ya know “I love you, you’re the light of my life, I want to spend the rest of my life with you” and all that jazz

and Kris was kinda speechless for a second

and then she said “yea ily2″

(obviously)

and poof they were engaged!!

The Ring:

Okay now onto the actual wedding...

Season: Winter

Ceremony: In an atrium of a luxurious hotel in Alaska

Favorite Couple Photo: in the snow outside the hotel

The Reception: In the ballroom of the hotel

Color Scheme: Navy & Silver

Song: Halo ~ Beyonce

Special Drink: Winter White Cosmo (cranberry vodka, Cointreau, lime juice & syrup, white cranberry juice)

Hair: Up-do (see photo above)

Cake: Layers of dark chocolate champagne & country spice

The Wedding Party:

The bridesmaids ( @doublekn0t @s0ftminho @straycuties @scene-stealers @realstraykids @hwangs @hyyunjinn and myself) wear these sleeveless navy blue dresses

and the groomsmen (Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin) all wear gray suits with navy ties.

(it’s a lovely wedding party and hey everyone’s together isn’t that perfect XD)

The Menu:

Before we move on to all the interesting events, I gotta show y’all Woojin in his tux...

Okay now onto the fun stuff...

okay so the wedding ceremony itself was not super dramatic

like nothing went wrong bc nobody would mess with these fluffy bears

like the flower girl went the wrong way and Chan ended up with a basket on his head

but he and his date (Em ofc) just laughed it off and he helped the flower girl by throwing all the petals that were on him back onto the aisle

and ofc the typical Kris enters and Woojin smiles so brightly when he sees her

like “am I actually lucky enough to marry this beautiful girl”

and they exchange their vows and its beautiful

and they kiss and Jeungmin and Jeonglin pretend to be grossed out bc we’re fetuses

and Chan’s crying

and Em’s judging Chan for crying

And Minho’s just like “yea get it Woojin!!”

and Cici just lowkey scoots away from her dork of a bf

and Changbin's trying to hide his tears

but astrella hugs him and starts crying with him

and Hyunjin’s snapping a million photos with Maria helping him

tbh he’d probs rope her into using his polaroid camera to get some artsy polaroid as well as his professional-grade photos

and haz and felix are lowkey playing footsie the entire time

and then Jicolle are trying not to laugh bc they managed to get away with coloring a small strip of Woojin’s hair neon pink when he fell asleep

okay onto the reception

so everyone’s like eating and all that and it’s super cute like woojin’s feeding Kris

and then Changbin turns to Astrella and is like “why can’t we do that?”

and she shoves an entire loaf of bread in his face

and everyone’s laughing at Changstrella and joking around and Em and Chan are making sure the chillings only drink a little alcohol (except we all know how Em would actually be *ahem*)

so Chan would probs have to subtly switch Em over to mocktails

im kidding guys Em doesn’t have a drinking problem em pls don’t kill me lol

But yea everyone would just be having a blast and cooing over the newlyweds

Minho wouldn’t stop making honeymoon jokes

Cici would tell him he’d be sleeping on the couch that night if he doesn’t stop

tbh I’m probably just stuffing my face the entire time

who am I kidding I’d be so enveloped with Jeongin like I couldn’t stop paying attention to him

except ofc to be a supportive friend to ma girl Kris who just got hitched

so after dinner the music starts so ofc Hyunia is the first to go out there and bust some moves

and soon after comes Minci who starts grinding (cici I warned you i’d make him grind in this lmao sorry but also its funny so I dont regret it XD)

Hazlix are just dabbing and doing the shoot dance until Chem drag them from the dance floor and force some chamomile tea into them

where tf they got chamomile tea idek, tbh chan probs brought a bunch of teabags for that purpose

wow I've officially turned chan into a british grandma ok

aNYway, pretty soon everyone is on the dance floor

except Jeonglin bc I refuse to dance

until the cupid shuffle comes on

then everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) is on the dance floor dancing along and Jisung and Nicolle are so hyped they go ham on the cupid shuffle

and end up causing a human domino effect

and the entire dance floor is on the ground

and they are too

but from laughing too hard

time for chem to give them a time out

so then Kroojin’s song comes on

(halo ofc, remember the info about the wedding from like a decade ago?)

and everyone parts and stands to watch as Kris and Woojin dance along to it, beaming at each other with so much love in their eyes

oof im soft

soon other peeps join in

even Jeungmin join in being all touchy-feely for one song, and they’re like cuddling up together until Chan whips out a ruler and shoves it between them

sorry this is turning into such a crack fic oml

but yea everyone is slow dancing and it’s all nice and sweet

and Minci is lowkey making out while dancing

I’m so sorry Cici I’m making you guys so wild lmao

so the song ends and the party gets crunk again

(And I go back to my seat and shove my face with chocolate mousse

and Jeongin’s never had chocolate mousse so I’m taunting him with mine

until he finally tricks me into giving him some

sorry I just gotta add Jeongin in here more bc I love him sm

so by the time the cake’s arrived everyone’s danced up an appetite

and Hazlix just stuff their faces with cake

and Jicolle teams up with Hazlix to steal the leftover wedding cake

(don’t ask me how but they pull it off)

and manage to frame Jeungmin

so Chem is furious at Jeungmin for the rest of the night

and Kroojin is clueless bc they’re just so in love

nobody get’s blackout drunk bc Chem is there to be moms (is that foreshadowing I see for the Chem wedding where they’re too busy/distracted to monitor the chillings??? O.o)

nahhhh it couldn’t be

so anyway the night ends too soon

bc Kroojin’s gotta hop on a plane to

SWITZERLAND!!

for skiing on the swiss alps and cuddling together by the fire with hot cocoa

and ofc they bring teddy bears

wow this was thick but if you’ve stuck it through this far first of all im impressed and secondly wtf are you doing with your life

jkjk ily for reading all of this tbh it was actually really fun! I love weddings too much lmao I got carried away while doing this it was originally gonna be like a short bulleted list about the fun stuff that went down with the nine muses and skiz during the reception but pinterest sucked me in

anyway that’s all for tonight! get hyped for the next wedding coming soon!

(hopefully)

#nine muses #nine muses wedding #kroojin

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kfawkes · 7 years ago

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46 shakarian?

[OKAY THIS IS REALLY SHORT AND SILLY. And since I already did an intense one with this quote for Eggsy I figured I’d include the crew and make it fun :) I hope you like!!! Also kinda inspired by that Parks and Rec episode with April and Andy lol. You’ll understand at the end XD ] (gif found on google)

“Look, all I’m saying is that I can totally take you.” Shepard taunted from her seat. Posture relaxed and far too comfortable with one arm propped comfortably to the back of her chair. The table before her was lined in snacks and different bottled alike. The air around her was full of light laughter and her cheeks were flush with excitement.

It wasn’t exactly a look she liked, so you bet your ass no one said anything about it. She was the Great Commander Shepard after all, and she could absolutely hold her liquor…

“HA!” Wrex laughed back, leaning forward far too dramatically to be deemed appropriate, as he slam a heavy hand to the table; a rumble of glass rattling to follow, and several droplets of liquid splashing every which way. “I don’t think so Shepard. I am krogan, you may have saved the galaxy, but this time… It will be me that crushes you.”

The sounds of laugher surrounded them all, taunts and cheers shot every direction but all Shepard could do was smirk all knowing. A second later she raised her hand passively as a roar of cheers escaped; this was her gesture of acceptance. Within seconds Garrus was shaking his head, James was taking bets and Joker was clearing the table of junk.

The cluster of hands and bottles being cleared while Garrus rubbed Shepards shoulders softly as you would before a match, pressing his mouth to her head in his version of a kiss.

Jane smiled up at him for a moment, only breaking the death stare she had locked on Wrex as long as she could afford, offering a taloned hand one quick squeeze and kiss before she popped her knuckles and scooted closer to the table.

“Wrex, don’t you dare lose here, I put 100 credits on your ass.” James tossed, crossing his arms as he bounce softly on the balls of his feet in excitement.

“There’s your first mistake, Vega.” Garrus laughed, pointing at James with a lazy hand before shaking his head in disbelief. “You never bet against Shepard.”

James paused a moment, remembering the time he had in fact bet against Shepard during the game during shore leave… His face shifted to one of near regret as Cortez laughed patting his shoulder in pity. But… this was a KROGAN. There was no way Shepard was going to win this one.

She’d taken down reapers yeah, but arm wrestling a krogan was something else entirely.

“Oh, come on… Lola is tiny. There’s no way she’s gonna bet him.” James spat back, almost as if he believed the words himself.

“Guess we’ll see won’t we?” Jane smiled, tossing her head back to finish her beer, then propping her elbow to the cool slick surface below it. She gave her fingers several stretching wiggles before raising a brow to one of her oldest friends.

Another roar of cheers and laughter spat out as Wrex joined her on the table, eyes fierce and at the ready.

The air grew tense and quiet as they nodded and began their duel. Their arms fluctuated back and forth far too many times for comfort, and there was more than once that it seemed Shepard would lose… her arms dangerously close to the surface as everyone around them jumped and yelled, their drinks splashing left and right when she didn’t lose but pushed his arm up yet again…

But Garrus was completely calm the entire time. He was leaned lightly against the wall just behind her, slowly drinking his brandy, his arms lightly crossed enjoying the show from the crew far more than the one before him. He smiled that smile of his, mandibles light as he watch her slam that large stoney hand to the table in a loud ear shattering thud.

Jane shot up from her seat with arms raised high in victory, the yells of excitement and failure spreading through the air as she turned to Garrus; smiling wide and pure. She wrapped her arms around his cowl, pulling him close ready to bask in her victory.

“What did you think? Had him going for a bit, huh?” she laughed into his chest as his hands slid to her waist.

“The same thing I thought the first time you did that.” he cooed back close to her ear, insinuation seeping off his undertones.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Jane asked back, definitely fishing for a compliment while those behind her exchanged credits where credits were due.

“’Shit… I’m in love.’ “ he confessed in a voice far too cheesy to be believable.

Shepard couldn’t help but laugh, whole heartedly and full of affection. “Awe, you love me?”

“Shepard, we’re married.”

“Okay good point. Can you just tell me how cool I looked again then?” Jane asked, then looked over her shoulder tossing a reply loud enough for all to hear. “What was that you said about how stroooong I am Garrus?”

A slur of curse words felt the krogan’s lips as he grumble in his defeat. And when she turned back to Garrus he kissed her, long and hard before offering the reply she so very needed. “You looked really cool, Shepard.”

“Fuck yeah I did.”

#Shakarian #Mass Effect #Commander Shepard #Mass Effect ff #normandy #prompts #ask #answered #fawkes talks #shep files #sorry this is so fuckin late omg

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selinaneveahcrystal · 7 years ago

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Breathe

WARNING: This fic down here may be a little dark and angsty, so a fair warning for people who are sensitive towards issues of miscarriage or losing a child.

A/N: When I chanced upon this dialogue prompt from @themutantunderground ,the only thought for a prompt that I had that would fit the prompt was an angsty one. So I started to write xD and it turned out darker than expected. I know some of you may believe that a Dark Lauren is somewhat OOC from her character in her show, but I believe everyone has the propensity to actually be dark. It is the anger and the dark emotions in your chest that directs you on that path--only difference is: if you choose to listen to its calling and turn yourself into a monster that has the capacity to kill. I believe Lauren DOES have that darkness in her, its just that as the more grounded two of the Strucker siblings, when her brother is volatile and angry, she takes it as her responsibility to be the calmer one, as well as the more grounded one, but she does have the capacity to become evil too, or be vengeful. So this is my take on it :3 I originally thought it would be an angsty Eclaris, since its my otp, BUT WELL.

Side Note: Lauren’s powers lie in the essence of matter manipulation, bordering on elemental manipulation, hence I took the idea that she could manipulate air molecules to her bidding to a higher level. For all we know, anger or grief does help in increasing mutant abilities or the feel of their own powers.

Dark!Lauren

Couple: Eclaris

Prompt: “Breathe, please breathe.” The atmosphere of the once cheerful headquarters is deathly silent, save for the cries of shrill hoarse pain that fills the air sporadically in the direction of Lorna and Marcos' room. All of them are gathered right outside the room that Lorna's in, having just managed to rescue her from the twisted facility that was experimenting on both Lorna and her unborn child, boosting and torturing Lorna's powers both mentally and physically. And it was obvious how much it had affected her, for the slim lanky leader of the Mutant Underground was reduced to almost an unhealthy image of skin and bones, mirroring Claire who had died from an overdose of the drug Doctor Campbell had consistently given her, and it was obvious her body, despite having fought to survive and hold her baby safe for a couple months more, was giving out. The moment they had taken her off the support that was delaying the inevitable, her body had gone into an extreme reaction from the rough withdrawal of the drug and medicine, forcing her body into a state of prematured labour in an attempt to rid Lorna's body of any possible impedement to her body's survival and recovery, both external and internal. Lauren's throat tightened. That meant that Aurora was four to three months too early to come into the world.

The smell of metallic blood filled the air and made bile rise up Lauren's throat, and she watched her mother bustle in the room, hands slick with red red blood, her face tight with concentration. "Hey." Andy grabs her hands tightly. She knows he's feeling just as much guilt as she is for leading Lorna into a trap, despite how unintentional it was. "If we hadn't gone ahead with what we planned, Lorna might not have been captured." Lauren whispers softly, her blonde hair falling over her face slightly. "If we'd been stronger---" "There's no use regretting now. Lorna's always been a fighter." John's voice was rough with emotion as he tried to comfort the two young teens, but the shake of his voice betrayed the amount of nerves he felt for the condition of his friend. "Marcos." All of them are startled from their silent reverie as Caitlin retreats from the bloodied room, face pale and wane from working hours on end in saving both Lorna and her baby. "Caitlin." Marcos is half torn with anxiety and grief. "Are they alright? Is Lorna alright?" Their mother chafs her hands slightly in anxiety, her eyes trying not to meet Marcos' earnest ones desperately. "Caitlin." John steps up, holding a supporting hand on his friend's back before giving Caitlin a low nod. "Lorna's fine. I've managed to stop the bleeding, and whatever drugs they pumped her with, it's fading from her system." Caitlin swallows, her throat tightening as she meets her children's eyes and Reed's eyes with tentative honesty. "It's Aurora I'm not so sure about." The whisper delivered is fairly soft, but still equally devastating. "Wait. W-wait, so it's a girl?" Marcos can't help but feel torn at the happiness and grief that mingles in his heart. "She's small, but she's Perfect. Just weak." Caitlin whispers. "I don't think she's gonna make it past tonight. Whatever the drugs did to Lorna, it impacted Aurora the most. She's not breathing on her own, and her lungs are underdeveloped. She's not even getting enough oxygen into her lungs, and her heart can't keep up with the stress her body is putting it through. Her body is slowly breaking down." "Isn't there anything that we can do?" "Here? I don't have the facilities to give her the right life support nor the expert care she needs to be able to pull through the first few months of her life." Caitlin responds almost immediately. "I know she urgently needs surgery to help her breathe, but I--I've never studied that far in my nursing career. I'm not the best doctor to be able to help determine if---" "Caitlin?" They're rudely interrupted by Lorna sudden frail but frantic and hysterical voice. "Caitlin, my baby--she's not breathing; she's not breathing!" Marcos starts almost violently, dashing in after a pale Caitlin back into the room that smelt of death and gloom, and Lauren slowly stepped beyond the threshold to peer in, reeling back at the strong scent of blood and just nothing but more blood. Lorna was a matted mess of blood, sweat and tears, her chest heaving as she curled over a small figure, whose tiny chest Lauren could just barely make out it's slow rise and fall. "Lorna, I need to see what's wrong with Aurora, you need to let her go." "I can't! She's gonna leave me if I do." Marcos grabs his girlfriend by the arms, gritting his teeth as he fights her tooth and nail to hold her away from their struggling daughter. Lauren's eyes are wide at the bluish baby that's as tiny as half of her mother's arm length, and the small mouth thats opening and close like a fish out of water. Even under that mess of blood and fluids of a newborn child, she could make out the slight cute upturn of Lorna's nose, the wild messy curls from Marcos, dark and slightly greenish under the light, and the pale skin marred with blue from the lack of oxygen. The small baby that they had all looked forward to be meeting, that was so clearly Lorna and Marcos' coughed, then wheezed for breath, her lungs collapsing inwards than expanding outwards as she struggled to breathe a single breath. "I don't--I don't have the equipment to keep her alive, Marcos, she's dying." Lauren has never seen her mother so distraught and frantic before, and her feet stay rooted to the ground as the small chest struggles desperately to rise, then falls with a sound whoosh, and became deathly still. Lorna keens a low mourn in the near distance, and Lauren flinches as though she's gotten a electric shock at the pure agony that ripples through her mentor's voice. "No no no no." Caitlin backs away slowly as Lorna gathers the remains of her newborn in her arms, tears spilling like a raging river over her hollow cheekbones and splashing onto her arms. "Breathe. Please, breathe. Aurora. Baby, please. Breathe." Marcos simply holds her as he stares at the half swaddled daughter he barely got to know, and slowly presses a comforting kiss to Lorna's temple, his agony blatant in his avoidance of looking at everywhere but his dead daughter. Lauren steps out of the room, her chest hollow and empty, and the mantra of a distraught mother that just lost a child echoing through her head filling her with broken rage. .... Doctor Campbell stares up from his chained cell at the young blonde mutant that was the less violent of the two, her brother like a dark shadows figure hovering close by her side. "Hows the baby?" He thinks he sees a violent flash of anger and remorse flicker through the girl's face at his words. "I hope she made it. She'd have been really strong from all that boosting." "You make me sick." The low violent echo of Lauren's voice even surprises her brother with it's vehemence. Lauren has always been close to Lorna, even way before she had been captured, both mentor and student reveling in each other's strength and appreciating what each could mutually do. In Lorna, Lauren had found a kindred friend that she could look up to, and now, there was nothing left of Lorna but tears and shattered pieces that could never really be put back together. "None of them know that both of you are down here, don't they?" Campbell is smug in his speech, taunting in his words as he smirks at the uncontrollable anger Lauren shows. "I'm guessing they must be mourning the child's death. If only you had waited till the full term of the pregnancy before rescuing Lorna Dane, then perhaps, the chances of the baby surviving might have simply...risen." "Don't you feel any guilt? Not even a single piece of guilt for ripping a child of her life before it even begun?" "I created experimentations of mutants to give humans the boost the needed in order to triumph as the superior species amongst their more...superpowered friends." The doctor said lowly. "It's both profitable and lucrative for science. A new knowledge to add to our histories, starting with the beating down of those that are far ahead of us. Which are, people like you." Lauren feels her brother's anger roiling beneath her veins as he trembles beside her, and the ground shakes just so minutely as he struggles to rein in his temperamental temper. "I'm gonna kill you for this." She delivers her sentence with a smile, the aching urge to do something to avenge the loss of the child upstairs taking over her usually less violent temperament. "Painfully. And slowly. I'm gonna forget everything about peacemaking and make the last three minutes of your life the longest that you've ever experienced." She feels her brother's horrified eyes on her. Andy has always been the volatile one, the more destructive of the two, while she was the calmer and more sensible counterpart. They worked liked a clockwork, but Lauren knew that deep down she had the capacity to be violent when she wanted. It was just a matter of choosing not to. And with Aurora's death, that was the final straw. "Lauren." Her brother's low warning falls on deaf ears as she steps forward powerfully, her fingers twitching half in anticipation and eagerness for the vengeance she promised. "Are you sure you're the one that has the right to strip me of my life? I thought, perhaps the mother might be more inclined to take revenge with her own hands." Till the end, the atrocious doctor still has the indecency to laugh in her face, and it sends Lauren's blood boiling. "No, I don't. But I'm doing this so that you can't harm anyone ever again. Take it as something from all of us." Lauren tilts her head ever so slightly, a picture of perfect innocence as she smiles, eyes creasing and lips twisting upwards in a angelic curve. The doctor simply laughs softly at her self righteous exclamation. "I guess monsters do give birth to monsters." He grins toothily up at the siblings. "That can never change." "Oh yes. But it's always the quietest monsters you have to watch out for, Doctor." Lauren's anger amplifies her matter manipulation abilities, and the air around her hums with her sensitivity towards the molecules that she's always been able to feel so attuned to. "Because the quiet monsters don't lash out like the others. They bottle up their anger and wreck destruction when they've lost enough." She twists her fingers violently, feeling the air molecules respond to her call as it twists and rips the air out of Doctor Campbell's lungs and body, forming a vacuum unseen to human eyes. She watches with quiet vengeance as his cheeks hollow, and his lungs collapse into themselves, the flesh of his cheeks twisting off violently as she rips the last of the remaining air in his lungs away through his mouth, depriving him of well needed oxygen. "I thought this would be a fitting end, since Aurora's lungs collapsed the same way just moments after she was born. She couldn't breathe, you know." Lauren continued, watching as the doctor gurgled on his own blood, his lungs turning inside out as she deprived him from life giving oxygen and air, the tell tale signs of his lungs hemorrhaging beginning in the gurgles of liquid blood that bubbles in sound from his chest. "That medicine you injected directly into her bloodstream even before she was born was slowly killing her." She could feel Andy's horror at her actions as he shifted behind her, and Lauren exhaled, releasing her grip on the air molecules swiftly as soon as she deemed Campbell too far gone to be medically rescued. "Good day, doctor." She turns to her stiff brother. "Andy, Let's go." In spite of Andy's horror at her actions, they leave Campbell in the cellar, drowning in his lungs of blood, and even as his body, with signs of death by Lauren's distinctive air matter manipulation, is found hours after John remembers they've held captives in their basement, no one, not even their parents say a single word.

~~~~ @eclipsepolarisxauroraborealis

#the gifted #eclaris #thegiftedhiatusparty #the gifted fic #fanfic: the gifted #angst #lorna dane #marco diaz #lauren strucker #perhaps au?

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years ago

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Knuxouge for H on the prompt meme thingy? Or boom!sonamy. I love them both lol XD

I’m gonna go AU on this one. Cause I need to practice sexual tension and building up to romance in ‘kissin’ n’ huggin’ n’ stuff’ which I’ve been told I’ve lacked for a little while so here’s an attempt to be ‘steamy’.

Prompt:

“I know you took it, batgirl! Give it back!”

Knuckles had her cornered to the back of a rock-wall, a waterfall to their backs, and chaos fleeing the area into the ancient ruins of Angel Island; hiding as they knew Knuckles’s anger could be fierce.

He had a fist already raised, it was a miracle his jaw wasn’t aching at the tight lock he had on it.

She ‘tsk’d at his expression before flipping some of her small, white hair out with her hand; coming off calm and relaxed, when really, she was playing with him.

“Come on, Knucklehead… is that anyway to ask a lady nicely?” she had one of the Emeralds tucked safely away behind her back, holding it with her hand before striking a confidently strong pose.

She put the back of her wrist to her hips and leaned forward, scolding him. “And even if I do have your precious emerald, you have 6 more to keep you company! And that’s not including your sweet, little Master Emerald either!”

“Rougggee!!!” Knuckles shouted out, as some Chaos cried out and flew away, while others ducked at his rage.

“You’re going to give that Emerald back to me or I’ll-!”

“You’ll what?” She challenged, before realizing her predicament.

‘Well, I’ve got him fired up…’ she thought to herself, raising an eyebrow and trying to look around behind him. ‘But now i’ve got him too fixated on me… If I decide to keep his eyes locked on mine,… maybe I could slip the emerald by with a switch of my hand…’ she smirked, and lifted the hand with the emerald up to her cheek.

“HEY!”

“Oh… oppsie.” she pretended to act caught, looking to the emerald as he stomped a foot down.

“See! I caught you red-handed, you little thief! Give it back and maybe I’ll let you go in good spirits…” he suddenly looked way more confident now that he knew his suspicions of her were right, and smirked back to her before leaning up and snickering to himself slightly.

“Haha…! Can’t get anything under this nose!” He looked down and closed his eyes, proud as ever.

“… Is that so..?~”

He lifted his muzzle up. “Absolutely! I knew you stole from me, after all! Now, there’s no point resisting, so just hand over the emerald and-”

She suddenly swished her hip to the side, flexing out her wings.

She placed a hand dainty to her side and slipped it down towards her lower torso, leaning as if taunting him with her looks. “I bet I could prove you wrong, tough guy…”

“…U-uh.” he blinked his eyes open, leaning away and sweat dropping down the side of his face. “D-don’t try anything, batgirl! I’m watching you…” he got nervous suddenly, shouting out to cover it up but clearly was dumbfounded when she moved closer without a hint of fear in her eyes.

Her drooped… batting eyes…

Her wings fluttered as she made her way over to him and let her other hand move stylishly with the rhythm of her body, before standing directly to the side of him.

“You want that emerald so badly? Why don’t you just take it from me… after all, you’re a big… intimidating guardian… why not just use that sheer, brute force and swipe it out of my hands?” she leaned towards him, letting her shoulder brush his own as he flinched back, flustered now.

She looked over to the Chaos, ‘Darn. I’ve made it this far out of the clear. But if I want to get away, I’m going to have to get by those patrolling Chaos…’

She remembered how they alerted Knuckles, unknowingly, to her presence when they asked to be cuddled with coos and cries for her attention.

She had to make sure to stay away from them, but they were littered all over the area she was trying to escape too…

“R-Rouge! Y-y-you know I wouldn’t hurt a g-g-g-girl…” he stuttered, but tried to regain his ‘tough’ exterior.

“Ehem, we can handle this civilized… if a bat thief can even BE civilized…”

“Augh!” she snapped her attention back to him, and thrust her arms down, not even caring about plotting her next move now.

“Why you stubborn, arrogant,…grrr… Simpleton!” she hollered at him.

“Oh yeah? Well, this ‘simpleton’ just found you with MY emerald!” he pointed with a goofy grin on his face at the Emerald in her hand, “So whose the simpleton now? haha.”

“You still are…” she suddenly got an idea and smirked. “Come here, you big lug.” she slung her arms around his neck and made him twitch in surprise, before planting a kiss on him.

He freaked out but didn’t move, just struggled a little as she moved to manipulate his body towards the Chao.

‘This plan doesn’t seem half bad~’

She thought to herself, enjoying the little ruse before she felt hands on her stomach and pushing her away.

The kiss broke off and Knuckles reached back for her hand, lifting it up as she then struggled to get away.

“H-hey! What do you think you’re doing!?” she was sincerely surprised by him suddenly regaining his senses.

‘U-usually when I kiss him.. it takes him a second to respond. He’s never been this fast at recovering!’

“I’m not falling for that again! I’ll show you, I’m not like you! You’re not getting my emeralds! The emeralds my family swore to protect! Grr..!” he continued to fight to get the emerald.

“Err.. Of course… you would think… grr.. that this was just about the emerald!” she was given a task to retrieve one for Shadow at G.U.N, but her real purpose in being here was to annoy her stubborn Echidna~

But she wasn’t expecting a fight like this from him… a fight… without an actual beat down.

Sure, she would smack him around a bit when he would try and stop her from snatching her precious jewels~ But…

“You’ll find there are more treasures I’m after then just silly, little gems!” she strained against his raw force on her arm and tried to throw him off.

Kicking up a leg, she thought she could hit his side or even his head to knock him back a little, but he responded by pushing forward and the two went tumbling down.

Pinning her down, he got both hands and strained to slammed them against the ground.

Once down, he breathed hard and let some sweat drip down before smiling down to her. “You’ve gotten better.” he complimented, before Rouge blushed and looked at her situation with new eyes.

“W…What are you doing?” She blinked her eyes, “…Do you even… know what you’re doing?” she suddenly had a skeptical look on her face, knowing he was probably oblivious to what this looked like.

“Of course I know what this is!”

Her heart raced a moment.

“This is me..” he leaned closer.

“Getting my emerald back!” he then reached his hand up to try and grab the emerald.

“Ugh, do I have to everything myself!?” she suddenly hooked her foot to his own, locking a good grip by straining her toes up and then pulled him down.

He slid over her, making him blink in puzzlement as he couldn’t fathom what just happened before she started pulling him into kissing her.

His grip on her hands loosened, and she could feel the difference in him pinning her down to him moving away,…

‘Finally! Now to just-…!!!!” she was shocked that she felt him suddenly dive in more, tilt his head to let her more fully into the kiss she was giving him and even felt him try and give something back…

It astonished her, so much so that she lost her grip on the emerald entirely…

His hand suddenly, slowly, held and pulled her wrist down towards the two, away from the emerald she had stolen…

Her eyes slowly closed from having been shot out, wide open in wonder, before giving into the sweet embrace.

But then…

His eyes opened with a sinister look to them, as he pulled away and swiped the emerald she had momentarily forgotten about.

“Got’cha.” he smirked.

“W-what?” she didn’t know what he was talking about at first, giving completely into the moment and not thinking about anything else.

“I know you’re tricks too well, Rouge! And now, you’ve gotten a ‘taste’ of your own medicine! Ha!” he laughed at her… he legit just lunged down and laughed at her…

Her face fumed with red rage at his deceit.

Though he wasn’t lying… she had kissed him in the past to get what she wanted and get away scott-free…

Was he… trying to use that against her? Getting used to it? Instead of figuring it out, he had played along and used her tactics.. and heart… against herself.

She was enraged, watching him laugh as he was about to get up from her.

“Hahaha! Too easy! Hey, you’re gonna have to be more clever next time-” he was placing the emerald in his hair for safe keeping when…

She threw her legs up, twisting them to throw him sideways and get on top of him.

“W-whoah, hey!” he put his hands up but she looped her around his neck and began to vengefully take her pride back.

“EMMM-EMM!!” he struggled to speak under her lips, failing his arms around.

But as he struggled… she slipped her hands into his hair and retrieved the emerald.

‘Oh… I’m not done yet… You’re not getting away this time, Knux!’

She slid her hands down his back and pulled him closer to her body, having him completely confused now but totally within her power.

‘Give in, you stupid-’

She suddenly felt him push back and resisted him, locking her hands- one slung diagonal over his chest and the other to the opposite angle- around the other and using the emerald to hold herself in place.

This way, when he did scoot away, she was still fully on him and completely drapped around him.

“Wha-wha..what was that?!” He seemed more embarrassed at her strange new manuever than just a quick kiss.

She chuckled at his naive nature and turned herself around, still pressing her back up against him and letting her hands slid from his head to his cheek.

“You said to take it up a notch… so I did. Happy?”

He continued to blush hard, not even making coherent sentences as she slipped her hand down, out from under his watch, and brought it up to her chest.

‘Finally… I got what I want. I think that’s enough excitement for one day.’ she was acting triumphant, about to sneak away with the emerald before-

He locked his arms around her.

“H-hey! I thought you were still gawking over me!” she kicked her long legs out as he held her in place.

“My emerald!”

‘Dratt! he must have seen me sneak it by.’ She shifted her eyes back to him, before feeling him suddenly state-

“Fine! No mr. nice guy!” he bit her wing.

The oddly arousing pain that came from that made her pause a moment.

She lowered her eyelids, a knowing grin on her face.

“That hurt…” she calmly spoke out.

She suddenly leaned back into him again.

“Iwt gwonna hwurt hwardwer if ywou strwuggle.” he spoke with his teeth still on her wing, but his bite loosened as he ‘thought’ she was surrendering.

She lifted her free hand back to his muzzle, and looked back at him, seductively.

“Maybe there’s hope for you yet, Echidna…”

“Huh? Cwome awgain?” He raised an eyebrow, not sure what she was referring too.

She chuckled and flexed her wing out, making him spit it out before turning to him again, rising on her knees to loom a bit over him.

His hands were still positioned by her sides, and he didn’t even realize what this all looked liked.

“R.. Rouge?”

She lowered her head to his forehead, the emerald on one of his cheeks and her hand- the other.

“…Yes?” she almost breathed out, alluring to say the least, but clearly teasing and having a new mission in mind…

He gulped, sweat dropping.

“I wasn’t expecting you to get angry… like this.”

He must have been expecting her to lash out at him.

She smiled even wider.

“Ohh… but I was hoping you’d fight me a little more like-” she took one of his long sections of hair and let it slip through her fingers. “This… more often~”

He sweated even more now.

“W-what… what are you talking about? I just want my emerald bac-”

She suddenly held her arm in, turning her hand backwards towards her back…

She loosened the grip on the emerald and let it tumble down her back…

“Opps…” she cooed, before leaning in next to his face again.

“Promise to play rough?” she teased again.

Now he blushed, seeming to get it..?

“W-wait, this isn’t-!!! I-I wasn’t-!!! Are you implying you-?! G-get off me, Rouge! I wouldn’t DARE with the like of you!!!”

He got it.

She gave off a silly, lovestruck girl’s laugh and tumbled over him, having him fall back and struggle as she continued to ‘fight’… but not for her freedom this time…

But into his arms~

The Chaos all covered their eyes or watched in amazment at this new development.

At least his shouts didn’t sound so scary anymore..

(…. I’m not entirely sure of this decision… but I hope you at least like it >3

#rouge #rouge the bat #knuxouge #knuxouge prompt #sonic prompt #knuckles #knuckles the echidna #second prompt meme #prompt meme

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