#almost froze my hands off getting this picture but it was worth it

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Prompt 5 from the Christmas prompts is the story of my life 😭 I swear I’m sick every Christmas

I feel like Remus would be the perfect caregiver though! Bringing you cocoa and giving you lots of snuggles to keep you warm, not worried at all about you getting him sick just trying to make you feel better.

Ugh, being sick during Christmas is the worst! But you’re absolutely right—Remus would be the best caregiver. He’d make being sick almost worth it. Almost. 💛

remus lupin x reader who always falls sick on Christmas

The universe was out to get you. There was no other explanation.

Snuggled under a fortress of blankets on the couch, you sniffled, your glare fixed on the twinkling Christmas tree. Everything was perfect—crackling fire, stockings hanging neatly, a soft hum of holiday music in the background. Except for the glaring detail that you were once again sick on Christmas.

Remus entered, balancing a tray with a steaming mug of cocoa, a bowl of soup, and an annoyingly gentle smile. His cardigan was slightly oversized, sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal his forearms. You could barely muster the strength to scowl at how calm and collected he looked.

“Of course I get sick on Christmas,” you lamented, voice heavy with misery. “Only me. Every year. It’s like a curse.” You punctuated your point with a long sniffle.

Remus set the tray down and perched on the edge of the couch, his hand finding your forehead to check your temperature. “That’s not true,” he said, voice soothing but suspiciously light.

You squinted at him, suspicious. “Yes, it is. This happens every year without fail.”

“No, it doesn’t,” he countered. “Last year, James was the one who got sick.”

You froze, mouth open in disbelief. “Excuse me? That’s a bold-faced lie.”

Remus chuckled, clearly prepared for this. “It’s not. He spent the entire day sprawled out on the floor, moaning about how he’d lost his sense of taste and dramatically declaring he wouldn’t live to see the new year.”

“That doesn’t count,” you snapped, sitting up straighter. “James is always like that. He stubs his toe and acts like he’s been mortally wounded. This is different.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Different how?”

“Because I’m actually suffering,” you said, clutching your blanket tighter. “This is real pain, Remus. I’m a victim.”

He bit his lip, probably to keep from laughing, which only fueled your indignation. “A victim of… the common cold?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Wow. Nice to know where I stand in your priorities. Here I am, barely clinging to life, and you’re making jokes.”

“I’m not joking,” he replied, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “I’m just saying, for someone who’s ‘barely clinging to life,’ you’re awfully chatty.”

“Oh, so now I’m annoying?” you gasped, clutching your chest as if he’d struck you.

He laughed then, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. “I didn’t say that.”

“But you were thinking it,” you accused, your tone dripping with dramatic flair.

Remus pulled the blanket tighter around you both, settling beside you and pulling you into his side. “You’re right,” he said solemnly. “You’re the picture of suffering. No one’s ever had it worse than you.”

“Thank you,” you sniffed, but the satisfaction was short-lived. “Wait, are you mocking me?”

“I would never,” he replied, though his grin betrayed him.

You huffed, sinking back into the couch. “I’m too sick for this,” you muttered. “Go mock Sirius or something.”

“But Sirius isn’t as cute when he’s sick,” Remus said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You opened your mouth to argue but were cut off by a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Besides,” he murmured, “I’d much rather be here, taking care of you.”

For a moment, your indignation wavered, replaced by warmth at his words. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you grumbled, leaning into his side.

Despite the stuffiness in your nose and the ache in your head, you let out a soft laugh. “You shouldn’t be so close. You’ll get sick.”

He smoothed a hand over your hair, thumb brushing soothingly along your temple. His touch was so gentle, you wanted to melt into it, fever and all. “I’m not worried about you getting me sick, you know,” he murmured. “I’d rather stay here, risk it all, and keep you warm.”

The warmth of his words wrapped around you better than any blanket. “You’re ridiculous,” you whispered, the teasing edge in your voice softening.

“And you,” he replied, “are stubborn.” He tucked the blanket more securely around you, fussing like you were something fragile. “But I suppose you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t grumble a little.”

You huffed, nose scrunching in mock annoyance. “Grumble? I’m dying, Remus.”

His lips twitched, eyes sparkling with fond amusement. “You’ll survive,” he said, reaching for the cocoa. He blew on it gently before handing it to you. “Drink.”

“I know,” he said smugly.

“And if you get sick, I’m not taking care of you,” you added, taking a sip.

“Sure, you won’t.”

“I’m serious,” you warned, though your tone lacked any real heat. “I’ll fill your soup with glitter and make you regret everything.”

Remus chuckled, his hand tracing soothing circles on your back. “Glitter or not, I’d still risk it.”

The fire crackled, the tree lights twinkled, and for all your dramatics, being sick didn’t feel so terrible—not with Remus by your side.

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[cursedcupcakemaster]

I don't know if you are taking orders, but if so, can I order spider cider with Poison Apple pie with ghost! Skully? If you saw part 5 of the event, you will understand why... If not, you can just ignore it

Can i be anon🪻?

Sure you can

This is more of an au than anything because for this to work it had to be

Order; Poison apple pie with a glass of spider cider

Notes; I do not own twisted wonderland, Skully or the reader,Skully and Twst belong to Disney as well as the brilliant mind of Yana Toboso, reader belongs to themselves, this is just my interpretation of how this would go with the character, reader isn't neccesarily Yuu but if you want to imagine they are you're welcome to, y/n, reader is you

Warnings;yandere, implied death, creepy stuff (this is pretty tame actually)

Yandere Skully J graves x reader in:

Pictures worth a thousand words

Ever since Crowley gifted you the portrait of the king of Halloween odd things had been happening

Sometimes you felt eyes on you that you knew weren't the ghosts or Grim

There were times where things went missing of yours that never turned up

Sometimes you felt as if the Kings picture was watching you but when you'd turn to look the picture was the same

At night it was even worse you would hear laughing and almost like someone was walking around but when you looked or asked Grim and the ghosts would say that they didn't see anything

This continued for months on end, the only solace you seemed to have was in your dreams but as Halloween approached that feeling of safety was ripped away as a tall figure followed you through a graveyard filled with pumpkins and no matter where you went you seemed to find your way back into his arms with only his grin visible to you

Every time the dream ended you would wake and find tear stains on your pillow

To celebrate this years Halloween Crowley had dema- asked you to fix up Ramshackle for a little party

So you agreed hoping to distract yourself from the thoughts of the painting and your nightmares

After getting the supplies from Sam you got to work with your roommates and the help of the first year's

At one point you had to break up any argument between a certain pair of idiots but when you turned around you saw the pumpkin you were working on finished with a face that looked like it was twisted with fear and the knife was still in the pumpkin, you didn't do this and neither did any of the first year's so you guys chalked it up as it mustve been one of the ghosts trying to prank yall

Soon enough Halloween was here and the party went off without much of a hitch but you couldn't help but feel like you were still being watched by that painting

You were lost in thought until you bumped into someone excusing yourself you looked and froze

He looked exactly like the King of Halloween but that was impossible, Crowley said he was long since dead

When he asked what was wrong you told him of the resemblance before he smiled and said the king was merely a distant relative so it was an easy mistake to make before introducing himself as Skully J. Graves

You apologized to him but he told you to think nothing of it before he kissed your hand and asked you to dance with him to which you obliged

You found you and Skully had many things in common and when midnight neared he said he wanted to show you something so Skully led you away from the remainder of the party and upstairs

You wondered what he could have wanted to show you until an odd chill went up your spine but you tried to ignore it in favor of your new friend

He brought you to where the painting should have been but something was very wrong , the king of Halloween was missing and Skully smiled at you before he spoke

"You've been kind to me my queen but now it's time for us to go home, the witching hour is finally here"

Before you could scream he pulled you with him into the portrait and you felt your entire body freeze

A few days went by and no one found you or the mysterious look alike of the king of Halloween until Grim screamed in fright alerting the others to a most dreadful sight

Within the portrait of the king was now another figure , it was you frozen in time beside him

The king of Halloween had finally found his queen

[readyforthegarden]

Season of the Witch - Part Two

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader, Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Danny always told you, you shouldn't play with things you don't fully understand. When trying your hand at magic, you accidentally summon something more than you bargained for. Now stuck, you try to find a way to rid yourself of him, but what if the only way of ridding yourself of him is dying?

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of witchcraft, angst, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!

WC: 3859

You woke up with a start, sitting straight up in your bed. Your shirt clung to your damp, sweaty skin as you untangled yourself from your sheets. Your mouth was incredibly dry, almost cottony, and you nearly fell to the floor as you stood up. Your mind was trying to process something, something you couldn’t put your finger on, but it wouldn’t let you push it aside, letting it nag at you. Shuffling into the kitchen, you grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it at the sink, gulping down the tap water before getting another glass to quench your thirst as you thought.

“Good morning, Fawn.” you jumped, the glass slipping from your hands and shattering into pieces on the floor. Everything rushed back to you in a flash. Leaving Danny’s apartment, the web searches for the curse, the shaking, the fear, the strange man that was in your apartment. “I wish you wouldn’t have done that, I already cleaned up your mess from last night.” 

You froze, partly scared to move and cut yourself on the shattered glass, and partly because the voice was right behind you, so close that if you moved, you were sure his lips would graze your ear.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” the man informed you, his voice strangely soothing. “I swear on your soul.”

“My soul?” you whispered, glancing over your shoulder at him. He smirked and shrugged nonchalantly.

“It’s not worth much, but it is something.” he twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. “Did you sleep well?”

“Please don’t,” you turned your head, tugging your hair from his grasp. He let it float out of his hand, continuing to smile at you. 

“Are you still afraid of me?” he tsked at you, angling his chin towards his chest to give you the biggest doe eyes manageable. 

“I-I don’t even know your name…” your hushed breath fanned across his face. Straightening up, the man grinned, standing back and tugging on the lapels of his crimson, satin suit to make sure they were even. 

“My name is Samuel,” he introduced himself. He stared at you expectantly.

“Oh, uh I’m-“

“No need.” Samuel cut you off dismissively. “As you slept I took the liberty of going through your things.” He continued, rattling off your full name, height, and weight, proudly. You pictured him rummaging through your bag in the early hours, studying your driver's license. “That’s more than my people care to know after a bonding. Usually you don’t learn the other's name until after the fornication.” 

“The what?!” you nearly jumped out of your skin, inching your way away and around the island, away from him. “There will be absolutely no fornicating!” Samuel watched you back away into the living room of your apartment with a smirk, and when you were close enough to the door, you turned to throw it open and run out. 

“Going somewhere?” you were nose to nose with Samuel as he arched an eyebrow mockingly. 

“Let me go,” you whispered. “Please, this was just a mistake and I’m really sorry. Let me go find my friend, and we can fix this.” 

“Little fawn,” Samuel raised a hand slowly, as if you truly were the skittish woodland creature he named you for. He brushed your hair back from your face, gazing down at you. “There is no undoing what has been done. We are bound for eternity by a stronger magic than you can comprehend.” you could feel your face fall from fear to despair, and something in the being in front of you softened, only slightly. “But if you want to see your friend and have them tell you the same thing, then so be it.” You didn’t want to believe him, but a small ache in your chest hinted towards him telling the truth. “You should bathe, you reek of perspiration.”

Samuel stepped away from you, and nodded towards the short hallway that led to your bedroom, the bathroom on the way. You moved towards the hall, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t following you. The tall man just watched you, giving you an innocent waggle of his fingers to usher you along. 

You took a quick shower, combing through your wet hair afterward and setting it into two braids. Realizing you didn’t have any clean clothes in the bathroom, you wrapped your towel tightly around you before skittering out the door, dashing across the few feet towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind you quickly and locking it. Dressing quickly, you finished tugging on a pair of ankle socks as you unlocked the door. You half expected Samuel to be gone as you stepped back into the living room, and yet he was there, lounging on the couch looking bored. His eyes slowly glanced over to you, a sigh of complacency as he stood up and moved towards the door.

“You can’t go out like that.” you stopped him from placing his hand on the doorknob. Samuel sent you a challenging look and you rolled your eyes. “You look like you’re about to go to a club.”

“And praytell, what would you rather I wear?” Samuel blinked, waiting for an explanation. 

“Something normal? Casual?” you shrugged. 

“This is normal and casual.” Samuel huffed. “Do you have anything I could borrow, then, if this is not suitable for the public?” you nodded, moving back to your bedroom. You were always stealing clothes from Danny, taking his t-shirts when you would crash at his place, promising to wash them, and then putting off laundry for so long you assumed they were just yours now. He never asked for them back, even when he saw you wearing them, though you must have cost him at least a few hundred dollars in replacements over the years. Pulling a soft cotton t-shirt from your closet, you turned to walk back out and hand it to the man, but once again he surprised you with being directly behind you.

“Can you stop?” you jumped when you saw him. “Please, personal space.” you thrust the shirt at him as he smirked. Keeping his eyes locked on yours, the smirk stuck to his lips, he slipped his red suit jacket off, not looking as he tossed it behind him, only for it to land neatly on your bed. Reaching behind him, you heard the metal of the beaded harness cling softly as he undid it, letting the cool silver slide down his arms, that being dropped to the ground with a clatter. Samuel’s eyebrows raised slightly as his hands dipped towards the button of his pants. “Stop! Just take the shirt, you can keep the pants.” He chuckled as you pressed the shirt into his bare chest and walked away from him.

He looked ridiculous, nice, satin dress pants and velvet matching loafers, and a ratty slightly oversized t-shirt hanging over his torso. You would have laughed if you felt you had the time. As soon as Sam emerged from your room, you ushered him out the door and into your car. After another minor argument about buckling in, he finally clicked his seatbelt into place and you were able to back out of the apartment parking lot. 

Samuel fiddled with every knob and button on the console, changing the station for the radio, sliding the volume up and down. You couldn’t even focus on it as you tried to figure out how you were going to explain to Danny that you conjured a….something….and how to get rid of him.

You arrived at Danny's door quicker than you wanted, Samuel right behind you, hands behind his back as if this was a Sunday stroll in the park. Reaching out, you rapped your knuckles on the wood, your stomach beginning to tie itself in knots. You still didn’t know how to explain what happened, especially since he’d warned you to stay away from the darker intentions. 

“Hey, I was going to call you and see how the protection spell went…” Danny had opened the door with a smile, but it faltered as he looked behind you at the tall, dark haired man that had become your shadow. 

“Well, it…went.” you tried to smile but could only grimace. “Can we come in?” Danny looked back to you, studying your face for a moment before nodding, stepping back and opening the door. Moving past him, Samuel followed in, looking bemused as you turned and watched Danny shut the door.

“What did you do?” Danny asked when he turned around. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you expectantly. Sam also turned to you, looking entertained as he waited for you to detail your magical mishap.

“I’m sorry, I know you told you that I was just doing a protection spell but I didn’t. I wanted to get even with Asher and I did a revenge spell.” Danny looked at you puzzled.

“I tore those pages out of the grimoire, how-”

“Tell him, tell him how,” Samuel chimed in. Danny’s attention flickered to him once again.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Danny furrowed his brow, giving the stranger in his apartment a once over. 

“He’s uh, he’s Samuel.” you introduced him. “He’s….well, he’s-”

“She’s still not used to it, I’m her, well, I guess you could say eternal life partner.” Samuel grinned cheekily, holding up his hand to show your old ring still firmly planted on his left ring finger. Danny’s eyes widened as he looked from you to Samuel a few times. “Congratulate us!”

“Sam,” you groaned under your breath as he tossed an arm around your shoulders. You shrugged him off of you, stepping towards Danny. “I looked up a spell online, and it was wrong,” you stopped when you were toe-to-toe with your friend, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I know what I did was wrong and yes you already told me not to mess with the dark shit and I’ve learned my lesson, but now I’ve summoned this guy and apparently we’re bonded forever and I need you to tell me there’s a way out of this.”

Danny’s lips were pressed into a thin line, jaw clenched as he gazed down on you. In your friendship, you’d both tested each other's patience, but you were scared this mishap pushed him beyond his usual forgiving limits. In all  the years the two of you had been friends, you had never straight out lied to him. At least nothing more than a little white lie. But a lie this big had your chest aching. You stared up at him for what felt like hours, when finally he spoke.

“You lied to me,” he murmured quietly, not hiding the disappointment in his eyes. You could feel your heart crack at the sadness in his voice. 

“I know, and I’m sorry,” you apologized, feeling your face turn red from embarrassment and eyes sting from tears about to be shed. “Danny, I fucked up big time, and I need your help.” Danny stared at you for a few moments longer, before sighing. 

“Tell me what you did, exactly.” he instructed you. A shaky sigh of relief washed over you and you took your phone out of your pocket, typing into the search function what you remembered from the night before. You turned slightly so Danny could see the small screen in your hands as you scrolled through, not finding the site you used. 

“Dammit, it’s not here anymore!” you groaned as you continued searching. “It was like the fifth website last night, Danny I don’t know what happened.”

“Walk me through what you did then, as best you can.” Danny placed a hand on your shoulder, making you turn towards him again. You thought about it, placing yourself back into the frantic mess from last night. 

“I drew a circle in the middle of the living room, and there were these sigils I drew on the outside.” you explained, biting softly on the inside of your bottom lip as you recalled. “I-I don’t really remember what they looked like.” you felt the tears well up in your eyes again as you looked at Danny, panic setting in. Danny reached out, his large hand taking hold of your upper arm in a reassuring grip before sliding down to your hand, sliding his fingers between yours. 

“It’s okay, I have a lot of books, I’m sure we can find them.” he pulled you into a comforting hug, chin resting atop your head as he swayed you gently. No matter how disappointed in you he was, he couldn’t stand to see you upset. 

“I remember them.” Sam cleared his throat, causing you to pull away from Danny. You had almost forgotten he was there in the room. He offered a tight smile as he looked at you, then to the man holding you. “Daniel, do you have any paper and a pencil?” Danny hesitated letting you go, but moved away to one of his bookshelves, grabbing an old notebook, and rustling through a few drawers. 

He returned and handed the requested items to Sam, who turned on his heel and perched himself on Danny’s small dining table, setting to work. 

“What-what is he exactly?” Danny whispered to you when he stood back next to you. You shrugged haplessly. 

“I’m not sure,” you whispered. “He moves pretty fast, he cleaned the mess in my apartment like it was actual magic…do you think he’s a demon?”

“I truly don’t know,” Danny shrugged. 

“It’s rude to talk about people behind their backs, you know,” Sam chimed loudly, not once turning away from his sketching.

“Are you a person?” Danny countered, crossing his arms over his chest again. At that, Sam looked up with a haughty smile. 

“I seem to be right now.” He turned back to the paper, and Danny gazed down at you. You could see the worry in his eyes, asking silently what you got yourself into. You weren’t sure what your own gaze conveyed, but you tried to apologize over and over again. “Here it is, this is what she had inscribed on her floors.”

Danny took the paper from Sam as he held it out. He studied it for a few moments, and you peeked over, looking over the sigils you’d drawn the night before, trying to see if you could somehow make heads and tails of the mistakes. Sam watched the two of you with a bored expression before reaching over and tapping his fingers on the page. 

“This sigil is what opened a portal, and this one,” he moved to the one directly across the previous. “is the one that summoned me.” he winked over at you. “The sigils and her energy were enough to do it, her incantation meant almost nothing.”

“I’m not sure about these markings,” Danny turned to you quietly. “I haven’t studied dark magic like this before.”

“So I’m screwed?” you looked at him, your hope failing. 

“For right now, yes.” Danny shook his head. “I’ll have to do some research, call a few friends who’ve dabbled more than I have.” Danny cupped your face, his thumb grazing across the apple of your cheek. “But we’ll find a way to undo this. Break whatever this is and send him back to where he belongs.”

“He is standing right here and he thinks he should have a say in when and where he goes.” Sam cut in harshly. He was glaring between you and Danny now. “I was summoned, I didn’t choose to be here. I didn’t choose to be bonded. But like I told you last night, little fawn, actions have consequences. And this is the price you’re paying for your stupidity.”

“You don’t get to talk to her like that,” Danny was stern as he pushed you slightly behind him. Samuel sized up your friend as he stepped forward, almost sauntering up to him, challenging him. 

“As the one bonded to her for eternity, I will speak to her any way I please.” he replied, his voice eerily quiet.

“If you lay a finger on her-“

“You’ll what? Sage me to death?” Sam sneered. “None of the little tricks you have up your sleeves,” Sam paused, taking in Danny’s cut shirt. “or lack thereof, can get rid of me.” 

“You wanna bet?” Danny challenged, stepping closer. 

“Guys, please,” you stepped around Danny, placing yourself between the bickering men. “I don’t think I can handle anymore explosions right now.” Sam grinned, proud of the memory of his entrance into your world, while Danny glared. 

“You’re right,” Sam cleared his throat. “Darling, I’m famished, it’s been so long since I’ve had a body like this. Could we find something to eat?” you were slightly taken aback. Aside from the new pet name, you weren’t sure why, but you hadn’t thought about the fact he would need to eat. He was, after all, seemingly human. 

“Oh, uh yeah. There’s a diner up the block.” you turned back to Danny. “Do you want to come with?”

“I think Daniel is better suited to his books here.” Sam cut in before Danny could answer. He and Danny exchanged looks over your head and you watched confusedly. 

“He’s right,” Danny finally ceded. “I should start seeing what I can find, reaching out to a few contacts. The earlier I start, the sooner we can break this curse.”

“I owe you, Danny.” you couldn’t help but throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly. “Seriously, I will buy every drink at the bar from now until we’re dead.” 

“Don’t sweat it,” Danny’s voice was muffled into your shoulder. 

“Can we go?” Sam’s voice called out, already standing by the door. “I don’t like this feeling in my stomach.”

“It’s hunger,” you pulled away from Danny, moving to the door, catching the tail end of Sam’s stomach growling. 

“Oh I am well aware of hunger,” Sam smirked. Twisting the doorknob, he tossed the door open, ushering you out. Turning on your heels, you looked back at Danny. 

“Text me if you find something?”

“Of course,” Danny smiled back, letting it fall as Sam used a single finger to push you forward, giving Danny a taunting look as he did so. 

“Goodbye Daniel, it was a pleasure.” Sam shut the door behind him before Danny could speak. 

At the diner, you fiddled with the wrapper to your straw, watching the paper bend and twist between your fingertips. Sam was content to people-watch, making passive comments about the fashion people chose to wear these days. Your thoughts were consumed by your present and future, regretting your past actions. What if Danny couldn’t find anything? What if his friends couldn’t and you were stuck, bonded to Samuel for the rest of your life? 

As you ruminated about your possible futures, staring at the paper twisting in your hands, you began to get angry. Angry you hadn’t listened to Danny, angry for someone putting incorrect information on their website, angry at the entity beside you for just existing. You barely registered the paper in your hand was beginning to smoke, until a small flame burst from it. Sam's large hand covered both of yours, effectively putting out the minuscule flame. 

“Something you’d like to share, fawn?” you glanced up at Sam, who was watching you with an almost unreadable expression. There was a proud smirk tugging on the corner of his plush lips but his eyes were carefully trained on you. 

“No,” you shook your head, dropping the papers onto the table and pulling your hands out from under his palm, resting them in your lap. He continued to watch you as you did everything to avoid his gaze. Your only reprieve was when the waitress brought your food, setting down the plates on the table, at least four in front of Sam, and two in front of you. 

“I don’t know where you’re going to fit all that,” the waitress joked, looking over Sam’s meal. There was a stack of pancakes in front of him, on the next plate a farmers omelet stuffed to the brim with fixings. Another plate held steak and over easy eggs, and the fourth, his sides, bacon, sausages links, toast and hashbrowns. “You must be some sort of athlete or something.”

“Why yes, I am,” Sam grinned. The waitress just smiled and walked away to tend to her other tables as Sam unrolled his silverware from the paper napkin. You finally turned to look at him, as he placed the napkin in his lap, and reached for the syrup jar by the salt and pepper shakers on the table. You watched him grimace at the sticky feeling of the handle, it not having been wiped down in some time, but he soldiered through, dousing his pancakes in it. 

Picking up your fork, you started picking at your own breakfast, cutting a small bit of your own omelet and pushing it around before taking a bite. Sam was nearly done with the pancakes, moving on to the sausage links on one of the other plates. 

“You need to eat,” Sam spoke between bites, watching you push your hashbrowns in and out of the puddle of ketchup you’d squirted onto the plate.

“I’m not really hungry.” you shrugged. Sam sighed, placing his fork down onto his plate, waiting until you made eye contact with him to speak again.

“You need to eat, you need your strength.”

“For what?” all you had planned on was going back home and locking yourself in your bedroom, and rotting in bed, mourning the life you once dreamed. Sam leaned forward, folding his arms on the table after pushing his plate away from him.

“Have you ever done that before?” he questioned. You quirked an eyebrow at him, and he rolled his eyes, huffing almost annoyed. 

“You just lit that paper on fire.”

“Oh, n-no.” you shook your head. Sam picked his fork back up, moving the plates around and digging into the steak. “But the sun was right on it, where I’m sitting, it was probably just a freak accident from the angle of the window or something…a trick of the light.”

Sam looked up at you, disbelief clear across his face as his knife cut through the steak. He didn’t say anything else, focused on dipping his bite of steak into the runny yolk of one of his eggs. You finally ate a little of your omelet, which seemed to satisfy him to keep him off the subject. Truth be told, you weren’t sure what happened. The spark wasn’t anything, just enough to tingle in your fingertips before Sam had covered your hands. 

By the time Sam had cleared his plates, and taken the hashbrowns from yours, you’d successfully gaslit yourself into believing that nothing had actually happened, it really was just a trick of the light. Danny had told you, there was no such thing as magic like you’d seen in movies, and despite the evidence in front of you, you were making yourself believe it.

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Yang sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “So let me get this straight, you left Penny and Weiss, then froze up when some woman attacked the dust shop with a semblance you’d never seen before?” 

“She didnt attack the dust shop, but… I guess that’s one way to put it,” Ruby said as she moved the glass chess piece in her hand. She recognized the piece as the queen, and the glass itself was smoother than she expected, almost like obsidian. “I’ve fought grimm and bandits, but no one like her. And when she threw that fireball, it was almost as if her eyes had started to glow.” 

“Her eyes glowed?” 

“Yeah, they did.” 

“Do you know how insane you sound right now?” 

Ruby sighed and put the chess piece into her pocket. “I know how it sounds but you have to believe me. Between the thief that had grimm claws and that girl-” 

“What do you mean you saw someone with grimm claws?” Yang interrupted. “People dont just become grimm or have grimm parts.” 

“I know what I saw.” Ruby pulled out her scroll to show Yang the picture she took. “See? Look at his hands.” 

Yang took the scroll to look at the picture and sighed. “Maybe he was just a faunus.” 

“Faunus dont have claws that look like that.” 

“Maybe this one does.” 

Ruby took her scroll back and sat down. “There’s something going on. Why wont you believe me?” 

“Because all of this sounds too far-fetched to be true.” 

“Yang, you’ve seen me stop grimm with my eyes, Ozpin has sent us on missions that have shown us strange things, why does this seem so strange to you?” 

“All of this sounds too much like a fairytale.” Yang sighed. “What you’re talking about almost sounds like magic. And magic isnt real.” 

“It… it could be real,” Ruby said quietly. “But that doest matter. All I’m asking is for you and Blake to come with me to find this woman and figure out what she wants.” 

“Ozpin… asked us to not help you.” 

“But Yang-” 

“Your license was suspended because the council thinks you were the one to set fire to the buildings. And until they can review everything and prove otherwise, Blake and I, team JNPR… we cant help you or take you on missions.” 

Ruby stood up and looked at her scroll again. “Then I’ll have to do this on my own.” 

“Ruby-” 

“I have to find her. I think she’s involved with all of this.” 

“And then what?” Yang walked in front of Ruby and put a hand on her shoulder. “Say you do find her, then what are you going to do? Your license is suspended, so you cant arrest her, no one is allowed to work with you until you’re proven innocent, so you wont have any backup to help you, and even if you did, unless she attacks you first, anything you do will be seen as an attack against her.” 

Ruby pulled Yang’s hand off her and made her way to the door of the apartment. “And as a huntress, I cant let her get away with this.” 

“You’re not a huntress right now.” 

“I know, but I have to go.” 

“You dont even know where she is!” 

“No, but I know where I can find out.” Ruby walked out of the apartment and down to the road, her heart pounding with each step she took. She wasnt sure if it was from arguing with Yang, the idea of breaking a few rules to keep people safe, or if the idea of getting information from a criminal was going to be worth it. Either way, it was all she had for a lead. 

And as she walked through the streets of Vale, the nerves never left. If anyone saw her working with a criminal, even to catch one, was still grounds to get her license revoked. Though since hers was already suspended, she didnt want to know what would happen if she was caught. And even if she wasnt caught, if other criminals found out she’d be willing to work with them, it’d certainly open up doors she’d rather keep shut. And yet, none of that stopped her.

Ruby pulled her hood over her head and turned off her scroll as she walked into the old industrial quarter of Vale, eyes glancing around to the buildings she passed. Her hands shook in her pockets as she made her way into a warehouse, her nerves still not calming. Even her voice shook as she called out into the empty warehouse. 

“Roman? Are you here?” 

“Well, well, well, if it isnt little Red,” Roman’s voice echoed through the warehouse. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Ruby paused as she felt the tip of a parasol against her back, slowly pulling her hands out to show she meant no harm. “I… I dont know who else to talk to, but… I need… help.” 

“And what could I possibly help you with?” 

“I need to find the woman who set a few buildings on fire. And to get answers about a few rumors.” 

Roman strolled out from around the corner, cane in hand as he practically spun it around. “Werent you the one who set that fire?” 

Ruby shook her head. “No, it wasnt. There was someone else there who created a fireball. And I know that you keep Vale under watch.” 

“And what can you offer me for my help?” 

“I-I… I’ll owe you a favor.” 

Roman grinned and motioned for Neo to let Ruby go. “In that case, I think I can help. Now tell me, what did this woman look like?”

[doveatheart]

One thing leads to another~

Angel dust x g!n human reader (platonic)

Meeting THE Angel Dust (P.t. 1) ”You aren’t gonna believe the day I had.” (P.t. 2) *Already here!*

A/n: here we go. Took forever to get over my writers block but it was worth the three days of laying in my bed at night awake… I have to thank @gabryviolin10 who lovingly suggested this. Without you, my friend, I would be stuck as honey trying to figure this out. Thank you 🤍

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Your eyes fluttered and you grumbled. Your eyes had to get used the dark room, though it happened quickly you immediately wanted to shut them again and pray this was a dream. I mean, what did you expect? To wake up in your bed at the Hotel? Maybe seeing Angel on the floor after a rough shift? Fat nuggets snoring softly next to you?You wished it was that way, but you knew with every bone in your body this was real.

Your muscles ached from laying on the floor with no support, and you had a massive headache. You had minor scratches on your legs and arms, probably from struggling. One was prominent, that one was on the back of your right thigh. It cut through the jeans you wore, and was bleeding profusely. You knew that would leave a mark. You were in so much pain already, but who knew the pain you would endure in the next few hours would be the worst in your life. HAHA I DID.

“Ahhhh look, sleeping beauty woke up. That would be true if you were pretty, but who am I to judge?” An anonymous voice called out from the darkness. Footsteps followed the statement and a figure emerged from the shadows of the room.

The first thing you noticed is that he was a Tv, with a body. What in the Hell? His screen emitted a subdued blue glow. His suit matched Alastor’s in a way. It was black and blue striped with a little red here and there. Ah. This must be Vox. You had heard much about him from Alastor, on the nights that Angel wasn’t home and sat at the bar. You had many conversations, but one of them was directed at an ‘Annoying picture box.’ Hmm, Alastors mortal (as mortal as hell gets) enemy.

“At least I’m not controlled by a remote.” You snapped back, adrenaline hitting you and masking your shy personality. His eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Wow I thought you would be harder to read because your not a book but I was wrong, I guess.”

“Hmmm. We’ve got a fighter here Val. You want her?” The tablet called out to the dark and a moth stepped out.

Why was it always Moths? Would it hurt to have a butterfly around here for once?

“Nah, shes too beat up.” The moth replied.

You honestly don’t care.

“At least I don’t need glasses.” You retorted sassily.

The larger of the pair scowled. You snickered. They were so easy to anger.

“And you, Tablet boy,” You turned to the Tv. “Obsessed with Alastor much? You actually copied his outfit, just different colors. Or are you that dumb and can’t come up with something original?”

The adrenaline wore off as quickly as it had started. The gravity of the situation hit you like a tidal wave. Escape. How do I escape… Your brain froze and decided to stop thinking. What the hell brain! You looked around the room. No windows, and as far as you see no doors. You looked behind you, to the best of your ability and see… nothing(crazy I know right??). You hands were tied up in shiny angelic rope. Angel told you about it. It stopped a sinner from using their powers.

“Now that your little brave moment is finished, I’m going to continue my plan.” The tv head said stepping closer, his shoes making a tip, tap, tip, tap with every solemn step he took.

His eyes started to move, but not in a normal way. He was almost hypnotizing you. Almost. He almost looked like a snake, his slender body, his eyes. That’s it! He’s trying to manipulate you. That made another thought pop up in your head. Time to pull out those talents you were talking about. Your plan was to act like you were under his control, get out of your restraint, and either fight or flight. And, thank satan, it worked out in your favor. Were these guys really overlords? If so their dumb as shit. You say to yourself as Tablet boy unwraps the rope on your wrists. The coil falls to the floor with a soft Bump. You stand and quicker than a snap, you teleported behind Vox, and smacked his head with the back of your hand. He gave a grunt and turned to you. Before you knew it, you weren’t in the room anymore but outside the hotel.

“What the Fuck?” You question out loud, looking around you.

“Ah heya toots. You waitin’ for little ol’ Angel to come back?”

You felt a weight on your shoulder and turn your head to see Angel.

“Oh my fucking god, Angel. You won’t believe the day I had.” You started walking up to the door of the Hazbin hotel, arm linked with Angels.

Wait till he hears about what happened to you.

The end…

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A/n: Yay! Took forever but here! Sorry it’s so short. I was honestly had writers block. Anyways, need new ideas. Love you all! 🤍Dove

[blamelessfish]

Silver Part One

Master List // Next

The smell of ink and candle smoke mingled with the stench of blood. I straightened up, glanced down at the corpse, and sighed. I rubbed my temples. At times like this, my brain just logged what I saw, not reacting. He'd been eviscerated, throat to groin. The amount of bleeding showed that he'd still been alive, but there was no rope burn on his wrists and the cut was clean. Almost surgical. Like the work seers or Necromancers did on corpses sometimes. "Old hand," I murmured,  and glanced at the ritual circle the body had been curled around. The lines were bizarre, the Arcane frequencies were incongruent, suggesting a ritual invoking passion and emotion, but the wavelengths had been secured. The circle around the ritual hadn't been made with salt or something grounding, but powdered copper. There was items from the first five gates, skip the fifth and sixth, and then an Angel's Feather. And the power source was celestial. Celestial power for a ritual of blood. I was unsure what to make of it. That made me nervous. There was a knock on the door, and I glanced around the dingey one room Seattle apartment. There were photographs on the walls. It looked like Ronald was a nature photographer. My eyes lingered on a picture of a coyote, its eyes seeming to stare back out at me. There was another knock on the door, and Alphus cleared his throat. I looked at him. He was a mountain of a man. Nearly seven feet tall, wearing a jacket in the July heat. His expression was unreadable, hidden behind a beard and mirrored sunglasses. He cooked his head towards the door. I sighed. "Let them in. It might be good to get a second pair of eyes on this."

             "That bad?" He asked in a voice like grating stone. I gestured to the circle.

             "Any ideas?" He didn’t say anything, and opened the door. The two feds that stepped into the room looked the part. Cheap suits, mirrored off brand shades, shoulder holsters. If I hadn't known any better about the C.O.D's finest, I might even have thought they knew what they were investigating. One was a shorter, plump woman, and the other was a tall thin man. They both seemed to cast a wary glance at Alphus and I. "We don't bite," I promised. They started to come in, then they saw the body and froze. Alphas closed the door. "Greetings from the Order of the Corpus Sacrement," I said to break the silence, "I am a Keeper of Gates and a Warden of the Emerald Domain, Silver Harrows." I gestured to the body. "I wish the circumstances were more pleasant." The woman nodded and stepped forward while the man stepped forward and started to examine the body. She shook my hand.

     "I'm special Agent Cassidy Burns of the Cryptozoological and Occult crimes Division of the FBI." She cooked her head at the man examining the body. "Special Agent Burns." He grunted, and stood up.

     "A single, clean laceration," he said with a tone like that was the one big clue that would crack the case. "Whoever did this was an old hand," he turned to me. "Who do you know that could open someone up like that? Like a surgeon?" Alphus chuckled darkly, and I couldn't hold back a grin. I shook my head and glanced at Special Agent Cassidy. She shrugged.

     "First case in the C.O.D. Got here after catching a Loup Garou that dropped a few bodies." I let out a low whistle and looked at the man. He didn't look like he could tangle with one of the Moonhexed.

     "Respect," I said, "but you're asking the wrong person the wrong question."

     "Why? Do you know a lot of people with medical training?" I ran my hand through my hair nervously.

     "Not exactly," I said. "It's just that most Practitioners worth their salt, specifically in the fields of Divination or Necromancy, which involves a lot of magic, would be able to do this." Special Agent Burns seemed to think for a moment before speaking again.

      "I thought Necromancy was frowned upon," he finally said.

      "By the Unenlightened," Alphus said. "To Practitioners, a corpse without a soul is just more material." I let out a short, amused exhale. He was uniquely equipped to speak of Necromancy. There was a pause as Burns seemed to process the information.

      "But he wasn't dead when the cut was made," he finally said. "Any living person would buck and struggle, and even if he was restrained," he paused as he checked the ankles and wrists. "Even if he was restrained, there would be evidence of that jerking, bucking movement as he was killed." I nodded. The man wasn't stupid. "Unless,"

       "Unless he was unconscious or charmed. Maybe both." I finished. He nodded. I gestured to the ritual circle. "What can you get from this?" I asked. He set to work, and while it was clear he didn't know what he was looking at, he at least had the good sense not to touch anything. I crouched next to the corpse again. Next to Ronald, again. His face was twisted in agony, his features a distorted parody of what they would have been in life. Special Agent Cassidy crouched next to me.

        "Not unconscious then," she said.

        "No," I agreed. The image flashed in my mind. Unable to move, unable to scream, held in place as I was eviscerated. I winced and shook my head, unsure if it was a reverberation or just my imagination. I opened my eyes to see Cassidy reaching out to close the corpses. I stopped her, grabbing her wrist.

        "Why not?" she asked. Her voice carried a tiredness in it that I knew well. Resignation that things could always get worse.

       "We don't know what spells did this, or what he fueled. Until we do, it's unwise to touch him without protection." She nodded. I murmured a few words under my breath, and traced a few sigils in the air. His eyes slowly closed. She patted my shoulder. 

      "I'll call Arcane Hazmat."

      "Just know that he's at peace," I lied easily, "and we'll catch whoever did this."

      "What do you think sat here?" Burns asked. I stood, and turned, glancing at the carpet he gestured to. A heavy rectangular object had only just started to depress the fibers. It was barely noticeable. I hadn't seen it.

     "Nice catch," I said, crouched next to it, and ran my fingers along the carpet, murmuring words of protection. All that happened was that my fingers tingled. I grunted. "Could be a few things, but it was probably a tome," I straightened up, my knees popping as I did.

    "Like a wizard's book of spells?" Burns asked, smirking. I shrugged.

    "Not quite. It's a grimoire, but it's also more. Each tome is unique to the author. They can't be reproduced. A bit of your own soul, your own magic, goes into making the book. It holds all manner of Arcane Lore. Rituals. Incantations. Names. Formulae. Miscellaneous Magical Minutiae." I shrugged. "I can get more in depth about grimoires if you'd like."

     "Sure," Burns said. 

     "So-" I started.

     "It's two thirty," Alphus said. "We have to go." I grimaced, remembering that I'd agreed to meet with Marcilla at three. Alphus handed Agent Cassidy my card as I packed up my kit. Just a few things like moon water for cleansing and arcanically receptive stones.

      "We'll be in touch," I said as we left.

      "Should I be expecting a raven tapping at my window?" Agent Cassidy asked, grinning.

       "Actually, my familiar is a toad." She laughed as Alphus closed the door. I grimaced. Alphus was silent until we got to the elevator, and the doors closed.

      "You lied to her," he said simply. I nodded.

      "They didn't want to know." Alphus remained silent, but I could tell he agreed. Neither of us wanted to know either. We didn't want to know that the whole time we were investigating, Ronald's ghost was chained to his body, split open, and screaming like he couldn't when he died.

[asthevermincrawls]

[14buddy22]

A Lot Could Happen

What happens when Aaron Hotchner is forced to go into protective custody with Jack but without his daughter... Well, a lot.

WC:  4066

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter Reader

Part 2: Worth It

“Witness Protection? Dad, what? I can’t just leave my husband.”

You stood in the kitchen arguing with your father. You were a lot like him. Of course what he was telling you scared you, shocked you, and made you angry. Everything that you felt, you knew your dad was feeling.

He said, “You’re not coming, I did a good job keeping you out of the face of the public. But Jack, he’s in the file about Foyet, they know him. I can’t lose your brother. I lost Haley and I promised her I’d watch over your brother. Just like I promised your mom that I’d protect you before she took her last breath in that car accident.”

You had looked over to the last picture you ever had with your mom. It was a picture from Disney when you were 4. She died a week later. You looked back up at your father and knew he was upset. The tears in his eyes definitely weren’t helping.

“I don’t have a say in this. Peter doesn’t know you’re mine. I’ve kept you far enough off of the radar where you can stay.”

After your dad said the name Peter, everything clicked. You knew about George Foyet, the Reaper. You knew about Peter Lewis because you just remember your dad coming home from work - sweaty, bloody, a cut on his face. You were sitting on the couch with him while he cried. Yes, Aaron Hotchner cried. He cried where his family was. You and Jack were all he had left. His first wife - dead. Haley, well, she was dead, too. With him looking at you, he knows that you know who it already is. But he knew you were going to ask anyway.

“Peter? As in Mr. Scratch?”

“Peter Lewis showed up to Jack’s soccer game. We’re already going to witness protection, I just wanted to come and tell you before Uncle Dave told you. I know this isn’t going to be easy for you, honey.”

“Easy? Dad, you’re my best friend. I’m literally married, wanting to start a family and I still hang out with you every chance I get.”

He whispered, “I know. I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath as he wiped your tears.

“I know this isn’t what you expected. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you more. I love you. Before I continue, I need you to know that. After what happened with Foyet, I don’t want another thing taken from me. Jack and I HAVE to enter protective custody. I don’t know where they’re taking us. I don’t know how long we'll be in WITSEC, but I know I didn’t give you the goodbye you deserve. You deserve more, Y/N Hotchner.”

“Dad.”

He just looked at you and the big bad FBI agent finally broke down. He was crying and you two just hugged.

It felt like time froze, yet it wasn’t frozen long enough.

“I love you. So much. Thanks for being the best Dad in the whole entire world.”

He kissed your cheek and said, “Thank you for being the best daughter in the world. I’ll see you soon.”

We let go of each other and you said, “Please come back safely. Jack and I both lost our moms, we can’t lose our dad.”

“Goodbye Y/N, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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You pulled up at the one place that used to bring you so much happiness when you were younger. But you’re 24 years old now. It had been 4 years without your Dad and it was the scariest 4 years without your Dad. You missed them dearly and that’s when you had to take matters into your own hand. You were going to find your Dad and if that meant coming to the BAU to see the progress they’ve made on Peter Lewis or even joining the Bureau, you were going to do whatever it takes.

You walked into the familiar unit and looked up to your Dad’s office. His placard still on the door. But while you did miss your dad, you couldn’t get sidetracked. You walked into Dave’s office

“Hi Uncle Dave. Any word on when I’ll get my Dad and my brother back?”

“Not sure. Is everything okay?”

“I’m lonely, Uncle Dave. It’s been almost 3 years without Brad and almost 4 without Dad. He’s missing so much.”  

Dave said, “I’m sorry kiddo. I know.”

After a few more months passed and the team showed up at Aaron’s safe house. Aaron answered the door and saw his team there. He said, “Guys?” Rossi said, “We got Peter Lewis, he’s Dead Hotch.”

Aaron let out a breath of relief. He was finally getting out of here. He was going to see his daughter. He loved Jack, he and Jack had become closer over the past 4 years, but his daughter, he was afraid how far apart that relationship had grown apart. It’s the part that scared him, everyday as he was sitting in protective custody.

Jack said, “Dad, we need to see Y/N and Aunt Jessica.”

“I’m going to take you to Aunt Jessica’s, okay?”

His phone buzzed and said, “Actually, Aunt Jess is going to come pick you up, okay?”

Jack said, “Okay. But when are we going to see Y/N? She needs to know we’re okay and she needs to know we have a little brother.”

Aaron thought to himself, “Right, a little brother. How do I explain that in those 4 years, I decided to add to our family. She really will never forgive me.”

Aaron said, “We’ll see her soon, I promise.” Aaron kissed Jack’s head and Jess picked him up.

She hugged Aaron and she said, “I’m so happy you both are back. Who’s this little guy?”

Aaron said, “This is my son Anthony.”

Jess looked at him and said, “Who’s the lucky one?”

He said, “Her name is Beth, she’s 5 months pregnant, she’s laying down right now.”

Jess said, “Oh.”

“We got married about a year and a half ago.”

She said, “Well, congratulations.”

Jack said, “Anthony likes my comic books.”

Jess said, “Speaking of comic books. I have a whole bunch that were delivered to my house when you were gone.”

He said, “Dad! Did you hear that?”

Aaron said, “I sure did buddy. Why don’t you get in the car, I just need to talk to Aunt Jess really quick.”

He said, “Alright. I love you Dad. Love you Anthony.” He kissed Anthony’s head and hugged Aaron.

He really just needed to find out how his daughter was. Praying she had a job, still had her apartment, was still married, didn’t get involved with drugs and partying.

Aaron said, “How’s my daughter?”

Jess said, “I haven’t talked to her much, do you know anything?”

Aaron said, “All Dave told me when he came to get Jack and I from the safe house is that I should go alone first.”

“We didn’t stay in touch much. I mean, I’m not her biological aunt and of course she knows that, she only stayed in touch because of Jack.”

“Her and I will have a conversation.”

Jess said, “Aaron, no, these past couple of years have been hard on her. You have to remember that and anyway, she’s been extremely busy with school.”

“I missed her graduation.”

“She took a year off, She graduates this year.”

“I put her behind in school.”

He remembered having late night discussions with you. You were trying to fight to go stay at Brad’s house and then it was talks of getting married. He had constantly brought up the point of you getting behind in school. You had always told him you never would. Oh how everything would change in the 4 years he was gone. And he wasn’t going to find out until he showed up at your doorstep.

“Aaron, just please go and see her.”

“Thank you Jess. I’ll pick up Jack later tonight.”

She nodded and she said, “I’m glad you’re back.” He hugged her and she got in the car.

Aaron walked inside and he said, “Hey, I gotta go.”

Beth said, “Aaron, where are you going?”

“My daughter’s house. She deserves to know I’m back. She should see me.”

Beth said, “What about our son?”

“Beth, Anthony is asleep. Y/N’s my first born. The one to make me a dad. I need to see her. Her and I have never gone without seeing each other for more than two weeks. We talked every day. I need to see my child. She needs to know that I’m okay and I need to know how she’s going to take that.”

You were cleaning up the kitchen, listening to children’s voices fill up the room. It made your heart swell at the sound. To hear that kids were getting along. It’s something you loved as a student teacher, when none of your students were arguing.

Someone knocked on your door and you went to open it.

“Dad?”

“It’s me. They caught Peter Lewis. He’s dead.”

He hugged me and I was crying. It had been 4 years, the toughest of your life and you had to go through it alone, without your dad. And here he is.

“Dad, You’ve missed so much. Where’s Jack?”

“Jack was seeing Jessica. Are you going to invite me in?”

“Yeah. Of course.” You closed the door.

“Are you starting your babysitting business back up?”

A little girl came around the corner and said, “Mama! Look at my drawing.”

Aaron’s eyes widened and you looked at Grace. Aaron looked at how much she looked just like you. His father instincts kicked in right away and he had to guess she was maybe 3 years old.

You knelt down and said, “Baby, will you give mommy a minute?”

She ran away and Hotch said, “What - Y/N/N.”

You said, “Brad and I have a daughter. She’ll be 3 on the 20th.”

“I have a granddaughter?”

You heard someone say, “BRAD! Give me it!”

He looked at you and you said, “But that’s not all. You have two grandsons.”

He looked and said, “What?”

“You have three grandchildren. They’re the best thing that’s happened to me. They’re triplets.”

“Where’s Brad?”

“Brad died 3 years ago.”

He looked at you and said, “I’m sorry. I would have come home sooner had I known.”

“It’s okay. Really, it’s okay.” He hugged me again and you noticed his wedding ring.

He said, “Y/N. She’s beautiful. Your little girl is just like you.”

You smiled and said, “Do you want to meet them? Then we can talk.”

“We have a lot to catch up on. No one told me. I never knew.”

“I tried to get Dave to tell me where you were but nobody knew.”

“Honey, I’m so sorry.” You started walking around the house and he was looking at the pictures. He saw drawings and then a picture of Brad with a halo drawn into a family picture with you and your three kids. You stood next to him and he looked down at you with teary eyes.

“I’m so proud of you” with his voice just barely above a whisper. If there was one thing Aaron Hotchner wasn’t, it was never quiet. But there were only a few moments he was left speechless… and those were Aaron Hotchner defining moments. He had a weakspot for family, in which Foyet and Lewis knew that.

His first defining moment was meeting his first wife; his high school sweetheart. Then marrying her, then of course watching his first child, a little girl, enter the world and just holding her, being her dad. But then, losing the first love of his life to a terrible car accident, all because of a drunk driver.

His second defining moment was meeting Haley; met her at a coffee shop. Raising an 8 year old who had just lost her mother over 4 years ago was hard. But Haley took his breath away. He got married, again, and then had his first baby boy. His life was complete - he had a daughter, a son, and a wife. Until his wife took his son and walked out on him and his daughter. And then Foyet, quite literally took Haley’s breath away. Her death and the way she died took Aaron’s breath away. He was yet again a single father, now a single father to a 14 year old and a 4 year old. How could the world do this to him?

His third moment that left him speechless and quiet, was when his daughter’s boyfriend had asked for his little girl’s hand in marriage. Then he realized his daughter was really grown up. The whole wedding, him giving her away to Brad, the father/daughter dance plus Jack.

Then, Peter Lewis shows up to Jack’s soccer game. Forcing him and Jack into WITSEC. Him having to say goodbye to his daughter.

Now here he is, standing in his daughter’s hallway, looking back on everything he missed out on for the past 4 years. His son-in-law dying and his three beautiful grandchildren being born.

You hugged him and he said, “I’ve missed you.”  

“I missed you too, Dad. Every. Damn. Day.” You wiped your tears and continued, “Would you like to meet your grandchildren?” He nodded. “They’re in their playroom. It’s the one thing Brad and I wanted when we built this house. To have a playroom and a wrap-around porch so we can watch the sunrise and sunset.”

We walked in and the kids said, “Mommy!” They ran to you and hugged your legs. You knelt down.

“Hi guys. Do you remember how I told you about your Daddy?”

AJ said, “He’s with the stars watching us.”

“That’s right. And I told you how I don’t know if I’d ever see my Daddy again?” He nodded.

Brad said, “Papa Aaron fights the bad guys.” Grace said, “He’s a superhero.”

Aaron was tearing up and you said, “Yeah, well, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

They all looked up at your Dad and you started to say, “This is-” when all of a sudden your kids all ran to his legs and said, “Papa Aaron!”

Your dad knelt down and that’s when you and your Dad both lost it. Yep, the dam broke. It’s as if you. All the past 4 years rushing to your mind; scared and worried your kids would never meet your superhero. They may have lost their Dad but they deserve to know their Papa.

Aaron was thinking the exact thing. Time flew by so quickly. Just yesterday he felt like he was holding his daughter in the hospital and now here he was, meeting his three perfect grandchildren.

The kids all hugged him and he then smiled.

Grace held his face and he kissed them all. Grace said, “Mama. Papa has dimples like me.”

The kids all started smiling. Aaron realized that this was what he missed out on for the past 4 years and he regretted it. You already knew what he was thinking and you’d yell at then when you got the kids down for a nap.

Aaron said, “You 3 don’t even know how much you mean to me.”

The kids started yawning and you put them down for a nap. You shut their bedroom doors and grabbed the monitor. You grabbed the laundry basket and walked to the family room where your dad was sitting. You sat next to him and started folding laundry.

He said, “So, tell me.”

You cut him off and said, “Nu-uh, You tell me, you’re wearing a wedding ring.”

“I met this woman, her name is Beth. She’s one of the best things that’s happened to me after your mom and Haley. But I want to know about my grandchildren.”

“Well AJ. It stands for Aaron jack.” Your dad’s eyes immediately got glossy again. You put your hand on his hand and squeezed it.

“I didn’t know when would be the next time I saw you so I wanted to keep your memory alive with my son.”

“What, what happened with Brad?”

That day would be ingrained in your memory forever, just like your mother’s death was ingrained in your father's. Seeing the flashing lights and hearing a knock on the door. You knew something was wrong. You were 4 months pregnant, he didn’t even know you were expecting triplets. It was something you were going to tell him that night. Thinking back to the knock on the door, you don’t really know what happened after hearing the words, “Are you the wife of ADA Brad Montgomery?”

You took a deep breath and said, “You know, he was a lawyer, he’d gotten threats all the time, but he was on the courthouse steps and he had just won over this big case, a case to move him forward in his career. Well, he got a guilty verdict and the gang members showed up and shot him twice.”

You had started crying again and your father grabbed you and held you. He thought he wasn't going to know what to do. He had been gone 4 years, surely you’d be mad at him. But you weren’t pushing him away. Instead, you were the exact opposite. He couldn’t have been any more wrong.

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have gone through that pain alone.”

“Uncle Dave told me. I. I never thought I could lose him. But, I did.”

You let go of your Dad and he wiped you tears.

“Tell me more about Beth. How’s Jack?”

“Beth can wait. Tell me more about my grandchildren.”

You grabbed a book of their baby pictures and showed him. You showed him videos and pictures on the phone and Aaron couldn’t help but go back to 22 years ago when you were just two years old, trying to talk to his friends at his high school graduation.

“Wow. They remind me so much of you.”

“I know mom died when I was young but I remember Mom always said we were twins.”

He pulled out a picture of the three kids and he whispered, “Can I-”

“Keep it, of course you can. So, Beth. I can’t believe you got married. And I wasn’t invited!”

You hit his shoulder and he put his grandkids in the wallet. He then showed you a picture.

“She's beautiful, Dad. When’s the baby due?”

“What?”

“Look, she’s showing, just barely but she’s showing in this picture.”

“Well, besides me getting married, I kinda had an oops moment.”

You knew what an oops moment was. You and your late husband had one. But you got three beautiful children out of one oops moment. And your father, from what you were hearing, he had at least two that you knew of. You don’t know if Jack counts as an oops moment because he had him later in life, but you never bothered to ask.

“You have another brother. His name’s Anthony.” He swiped the picture and it was a picture of Anthony and Dad.

“The little things he’d do, it would remind me of you.”

“How old’s Anthony?”

“He’s 8 months old.”

“And one on the way. Exciting.”

“I never thought I’d get married in WITSEC, never thought I’d have more children with another woman.”

You know your dad was starting to blame himself even though he had nothing to blame himself for. But even though you weren’t old enough when he blamed himself for falling in love with Haley, there was always the thought in your mind as you got older. And then when Haley died, he refused to look towards any women who you thought would be perfect for your dad. You, Jack, and your dad would be out to dinner and you would be trying to set your Dad up but he wouldn’t budge. You knew he felt guilty for marrying Beth, bringing another life into this world.

“I want you to come by the house tomorrow. Meet Beth, your brother, see Jack.”

“I think Uncle Dave is already planning a welcome back dinner. And on top of it, you get to go into the BAU again.”

When your father didn’t say anything, you knew what was going to come out of his mouth yet, and it wasn’t something you were ready for. Ever since you were born, putting away bad guys was always your Dad’s job. It had always been apart of your lives.

“About that. Beth wants me to retire.”

“Dad, you-you love the BAU. You always have. You can’t just retire.”

“I can’t lose Jack, I have Beth, Anthony, and the new baby to protect.”

You were a little hurt he didn’t mention you or his three grandchildren. Yes, you weren’t around him in the past 4 years but you shouldn’t be any less important to him. When you looked back up at him, what you didn’t notice was that he took a break to pause because he was going to cry again.

He whispered, “Most importantly I have you and three beautiful grandkids to protect.”

“They’re my world, Dad. If you are sure about retiring, then I guess I can’t stop you.”

“Just think, I’ll be here all the time, I can help with the triplets.”

While you loved the thought of having your Dad help raise your triplets, you knew what he was saying wouldn’t be true. He still had Jack to take care of. He was going to have a one year old and a newborn on the way. Not to mention, he still had a wife who hadn’t seen him work in the B.A.U. And that’s what brought you to your next thing that you had to tell him.

“No, you won’t.”

He hesitated for a moment and he was caught off guard.

“What did you say?”

You stood up and said, “You heard what I said. You’re going to have a 1 year old AND a newborn baby. Not to mention you’re STILL a dad to Jack. You’re not going to have time.”

“I’m going to make time for you and your kids.”

“Dad, you have your family and I have mine. Yes, I wish you didn’t have to go into protective custody because I was scared. I was scared and alone sitting at Brad’s funeral. Yeah, I had the team there but I just wanted my Dad. I was scared to deliver my kids.”

“Had someone told me, I would’ve come back.”

“You’re going to have 3 kids and a wife to look after and take care of. YOUNG kids.”

Your Dad stood up and took a deep breath, “Y/N, listen to me. You’re my child, my first born, my baby. You will ALWAYS be my baby, no matter what. You’re the one who made me a dad. I’m sorry you had to go through most of your pregnancy and the birth alone. I really am. But, you’re my daughter and I will always be your dad. I know it’s been 3 years. I know. But, I want you to know I’m here for you. I am going to help as much as I can.”

You leaned into your father and just said, “I’m just scared Dad. I wish Brad was here. Some of the things they do, the face they make, they have an Aaron Hotchner Glare and then they have the Brad smile.”

You looked at a picture of your kids by Brad’s grave and said, “I wish he could’ve met them.”

He wiped your tears that you didn’t even know had fallen.

“You can relax now, don’t have the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’re too young for that.”

“I’m 24, dad.”

“Still too young.”

Here you and your dad were. Standing in the middle of your living room, taking everything in. Him being alive, him meeting his 2 year old grandchildren for the first time, seeing you for the first time in 4 years. It was taking you back to the day 4 years ago where you were standing in your kitchen. Arguing with your dad, too afraid to say goodbye. Nobody knew what would happen, there was a lot of uncertainty, but you both sure as hell knew one thing… A lot could happen in 4 years.

[theguardianofinsanity]

Homesick

FFXV boy x gn reader

"So, we're going to see your sister?" You ask the taller man sitting next to you, nose deep into one of his books.

"Yes we are, I need to see if she has anymore info for us about what happened in the city" he side eyes you.

"I got that, but, the last time we went there, we got attacked by giant crabs and almost froze to death" you nudge him with your elbow. "I still shiver because of that dungeon"

"Well, we aren't going down there, so you can keep your mittens in your pocket" he moves you away. You pull out your phone and lean your back against Noctis while putting using Gladio as a leg rest. At this point, you have done this so much that they don't even argue with this action. You go through some of the pictures in your gallery.

The start of it was dumb pictures of the boys while driving, but scrolling further are pictures you had taken while still at home. You go through them, sighing and feeling yourself frown. Some one speaks up, "Why the long face Y/N?" You perk up to see Prompto looking at you through the rear view mirror.

"Ah it's nothing, just missing home a little" you wave it off. He saddens at your response turning to looking at Ignis before pulling out his phone, seemingly texting someone. You decide to just focus on the road, not wanting to make yourself sadder.

You pull into the Lestallum gas station and Ignis smoothly parks, showing why he drives most of the time. "So, Ignis, Prompto, and I will gather supplies so we don't die the next time we go hunt, you and Gladio will go meet up with his sister" Noctis instructs, pointing at each person respectively and giving everyone but you a certain look.

You nod and playfully salute then walking toward the hotel she was staying at, with Gladio following closely behind.

"So, nerd, how have you been doing?" He asks out of nowhere. You look at him confused. He put his phone that he apparently had out back in his pocket.

"We've been in close quarters for the past, however long, I feel like you would know"

"That's physically, I have no idea what's going on in that head of yours" he responds, knocking on your head. You push his hand away.

"Firstly, ow, you have the strength of a fucking bear. You can't be messing with my noggin" you start while holding the top of your head. "Secondly, I've been as okay as I can be when I'm being chased by daemons everyday. Although I've been a little homesick" you finished while a slight frown.

"Understandable, but it's worth it to protect princey boy" he gestures behind the both of you. You shrug in response.

"Yeah it is, but I do enjoy the calm moments. Hanging out with my best buds" you smile at him, bumping the mullet man with your hip. He pushes you a little harder in response, then you push him back. This continues until you both get to the hotel.

"Are you gonna get your own place soon? This hotel is fairly expensive" you ask looking at Iris while hugging one of the pillows in the room.

"I do have a place, it's just getting set up. I'll be out here by the weekend" she gives you a small smile before resuming the convo with her brother. Why did Noctis even tell you to go see Iris? You listen to their conversation a little more before standing up.

"Hey dudes? I'm gonna head back to the regalia, probably catch up on some sleep" you say and start to walk to the door.

"NO!" Iris yells, grabbing you by the shoulders, stopping you.

"Am I not allowed to go to the car I'm napping in most days?" You question her actions.

"No! I mean yes! It's just...I have to show you both something!" She keeps confusing herself. You shake off her hands.

"Yeah I heard about it, sounds cool" Gladio comments looking nonchalant.

"...okay then, lead the way" you step to the side and let Iris take you and Gladio to this mysterious location.

"Okay Iris, we've passed this shop enough times that the owner is looking at us weird, where are we going?" You ask with a yawn following after.

"Don't worry sleepyhead, we're almost there" she makes a very tight turn, making you wobble a bit. You all stop at a large apartment complex.

"Uh, is this where your place is?" you ask yawning again. Iris nods excitedly.

"Yup! I just really wanted you guys to see the space!" She grabs your hand a runs into the building. Sometimes she is too excited for your brain to handle.

You stop at a door on the 3rd floor with you gasping for air. "Did...we...have to...run?" You ask, panting in between words.

"Well no, but I was just excited for you to see this" she says while unlocking the door, opening it.

"See what? A half empty apartme-"

SURPRISE!!

The boys are in the apartment holding up food, your favorite foods to be exact. Iris pushes you into the room. "Guys? W-what is this?" You ask tearing up a bit.

"We all heard you were homesick so we decided to do something for you" Gladio says from behind you. You sniffle and try to hold back tears.

"That's so sweet, I love you guys so much" you open your arms and hug them all. Just happy that they care for you that much.

"Alright enough sappy shit, we should eat" Gladio pulled away picking up one of the platters setting it down on the table nearby.

"Hey Iggy, I can trust you made all of it?" You ask, setting up the table.

"Of course! I know you well, I had these recipes written down for awhile" Ignis answers while pushing his glasses up.

"I'm glad, it means a lot to me" you give a sweet smile and fill up your plate getting ready to spend a nice evening with the people you care the most about.

Honestly Iris was dragging you around in a circle:

[buckyownsmylife]

Don't Breathe - Chris Evans smut

The one where your best friend and your boyfriend are fucking behind your back.

Warnings: smut, cheating, chris x your best friend, humiliation?, chris is an asshole in this, exhibitionism, the betrayal is real

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: this is sort of a companion piece to breathe, hence the same picture. While that one explores the extremes of loyalty, this one explores the extremes of betrayal. I also couldn't bring myself to create another moodboard. I wrote this story in one sitting, in the last anxiety episode I had and it helped me get to the place I am today - a better place than I was before, so while I'm grateful for it, I'm only publishing this to give myself some closure. I haven't edited it. I haven't asked anyone to beta read it for me because I simply can't look at it anymore. But it might help some of you, and it might even arouse some others (yes, there are people who have cheating kinks. Let's all be grown-ups and accept that sexuality is a complex and difficult thing. I won't accept kinkshaming in this blog). I only ask that you do not ask me about this story, how it came to be or any sort of part two's because I literally can't stand to look at it. Thanks, you guys!

“Bitch really has no idea, huh?” Chris chuckled as he welcomed his mistress on his lap, licking his lip at the sight of the voluptuous body on top of his. He’d been dreaming about it for a while now, imagining it was her he was fucking when she was away and he had to fuck his girlfriend.

“Not a clue.” He was a bastard, he knew it. He was a son of a bitch, a good for nothing. He didn’t deserve to ever be happy again, not after this, but he couldn’t come to regret it. Not when your best friend was rubbing her cunt against his dick so sensuously, tempting him with her full pout and big breasts.

“She’s always been dumb,” she commented, like she wasn’t speaking about the woman she claimed to love more than anything in the world. Maybe that should have worried Chris, but for whatever reason, it just made him harder.

He really wasn’t worth shit.

“Can’t even figure out that every time we disappear at a party, I’m really just sucking your dick.” Chris chuckled as he buried his thumb on her mouth, chuckle turning into a groan as the beautiful woman twirled her tongue around his digit.

“I mean, this was how it started, wasn’t it, baby?” He reminded her. “You ditched her in the middle of the club to meet me in the bathroom and offer some help with the package I’d been hiding in my pants… Didn’t even have the time to doubt it before you were dropping to your knees and crawling towards me.”

The little vixen smirked at the memory, face suddenly lighting up as she let go of my dick to get out of bed. “Hey!” He complained, still smiling because he could see she was up to no good. “Where are you going?”

She had my phone in her hands when she climbed back to bed, a perfectly plucked eyebrow high in her forehead as she typed away in it. He’d never let you learn the password but what could he possibly hide from his mistress?

“Call her.” It wasn’t as much a request as it was a statement, since when she threw the phone on his chest, it was already ringing. A panicked look broke free on his face before he shook his head, smirking at her insanity.

Goddamn it if it didn’t make him harder than he’d ever been before.

“Hello?” Your sweet voice was the perfect dichotomy to the act he was partaking in, and he had to bite his lip so you wouldn’t figure out what was happening as your best friend leaned over his cock to take it in her mouth.

“Hey, honey,” Chris greeted, trying to keep his voice as smooth as possible. He could totally do this. He was an actor, after all.

“Is something wrong?” You questioned, and for a second both him and your friend froze, fearing you’d heard something. “You just left, I figured you wouldn’t call me until tomorrow.”

Chris chuckled lightly at your innocence - and the clear happiness you felt at him deciding to call so soon. He already knew what to say to plunge the knife even deeper into you.

“Oh, you know…” He trailed off, biting his lip again as your best friend swallowed his cock. “Just missed you.” He didn’t miss the smirk on her eyes. She didn’t need to speak or even stop sucking him for him to know that she was enjoying this, so he kept going, entertaining you with mindless conversation until you remembered you actually had to call her.

“Oh, I promised I’d call her… We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” You assured him, blissfully unaware of the betrayal you were suffering. “Bye, baby. I love you.” You disconnected the call before he could even lie about that too, but a few minutes later her phone began ringing.

She was still giggling when she picked up, now having stopped sucking him to rub her tight wet cunt against him again, teasing them both. “Bitch, you’ll never guess,” she greeted as soon as you said hello, and just as you asked what was up, she lowered herself down on Chris’ cock.

Your man’s cock. While she was talking to you. “I’m fucking someone right at this second.” He could hear your stunned silence, but you knew your friend had always been crazy - especially sexually.

It was the difference between the two of you that made him so obsessed.

“And he doesn’t mind?” You asked, clearly surprised, and Chris almost laughed when your best friend answered, “Oh, no. He gets off on it. Would you mind staying in line and listening for a bit? He’d really enjoy it.”

You hesitated only for a moment before agreeing, and that’s when she allowed herself to moan out loud. “God, what a fucking dick!” She cursed, fingernails gripping his pecks as she rode him for dear life. “I swear to god, you have no idea how it feels like to be fucked like this.”

You remained silent. Chris could almost picture it, the way you had one fingernail in your mouth, chewing on it as you tried to decide between keeping your promise and listening to your best friend fucking (your) man or leaving the phone on and going to do the laundry.

You were such a perfect girlfriend. So devoted, everything Chris should marry. His family loved you - hell, he thought he loved you. And here he was, fucking your best friend while you listened to her moans of pleasure.

He felt her eyes trailing down his body and he already knew what she wanted. They were a perfect match in bed. He manhandled her onto her stomach, knowing you were listening to her surprised scream and loud moan as he penetrated her from behind.

“So, so good…” She moaned. Chris had no doubt her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. “Would you ever stop fucking me, baby?” She teased, making Chris chuckle, knowing the sounds of his hips slapping against her full ass were drowning his voice from you. “Would you ever stop fucking my tight little pussy?”

He leaned over her, body completely enclosing hers in bed when he gripped her jaw to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance in hell.” Her delighted moan made it all worthy to him. He pulled out of her to turn her around once more, spreading her legs so he could have a taste of her pussy.

Eyes connected, he watched her reach for the phone and take it off the speaker so she could talk to you properly. “This guy eats pussy like a pro,” she informed you while Chris grinned between her legs, her fingers tangled in the strands of your boyfriend’s hair. “And he tells me it’s the best pussy he has ever had, don’t you, baby?”

Chris could only nod, obsessed with the taste of her sweet pussy on his tongue, the loud sounds of slurping undoubtedly reaching you. He could only imagine how you were feeling, confused and maybe a little bit aroused. It was like sound porn, after all - and it was starred by your very own boyfriend, but you had no idea.

He hummed against her pussy. You could never taste as sweet, try as you might. Even her painted lips tasted better, and he knew it wasn’t because of the lipstick she wore since you two often shared.

She moaned loudly when he shoved two fingers inside of her, having memorized her sweet spot ages ago, when this still made him feel bad and he’d often hurl when he got home to find you in bed, waiting for him.

And yet, he couldn’t stop. He waited for her to turn off the call so he could climb back up her body, kissing every inch of the way until he was buried deep inside her tight pussy again.

“You make me crazy,” he whispered, knowing this would never be enough. He would never get his fill of her. He might love you in one way or another, but he wanted her, and he would never let her go.

[lumosinlove]

Vaincre

part iii

cw: brief, non-graphic mention of injury and medical assistance

~

September

Only blue talk and love

Remember

How we knew love was here to stay

Summer hadn’t truly felt over until Remus saw Regulus standing in the airport, bags checked for New York and backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Well,” Regulus said, shifting a little between his feet. “Here goes.”

Remus laughed. “It’s going to be amazing, Reg.”

“Maybe. Hopefully.”

“It will,” Sirius said. “But if you need anything we’re…what? A four hour drive?”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, you can call.”

Regulus huffed out a laugh. “You two sound like worried parents.”

Sirius laughed, too. “I’m just glad we know what those sound like now.”

Regulus’ expression shifted, tightening. He nodded, seemed to hang in hesitation for a moment, and then walked forward two steps and threw his arms around Sirius. Sirius froze, too, with his hands in his pockets, and then wrapped his little brother up tight.

“It’s not your fault, you know,” Remus heard Regulus murmur softly. “I don’t really think you left me there. With them.”

Sirius made an indistinguishable sound, and Remus took a step back, giving them space and not sure if he was fighting tears or a smile. He used to just think about how he could kill Sirius and Regulus’ parents if he had the chance, but now, seeing how far the brothers had come, he wasn’t sure they were worth the time at all.

“Come home sometimes, okay?” Sirius said. “D’accord?”

“Ouais,” Regulus said.

They pulled apart slowly, both a little bright-eyed. Sirius laughed wetly, wiping his face.

“And make good friends.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. “I think that’s supposed to be good choices.”

Sirius reached out for Remus’ hand. “Good friends are good choices.”

“Ah,” Regulus hitched his pack farther up his shoulder. “Of course.”

“Call when you get there, too,” Remus cut in. “My mom would definitely want me to say that.”

Regulus waved them off. “Okay, that’s enough parenting. I’m going now.”

Sirius held Remus’ hand tight as they watched Regulus go through security and then disappear with a wave, sliding his headphones on. He let out a long, unsteady breath.

“Merde.”

“Love ya,” Remus smiled, reaching up to wipe a tear from Sirius’ cheek.

Sirius glanced down at him. “He’s going to be fine.”

“He is,” Remus nodded.

“He forgives me.”

“No,” Remus said. “He told you that you never did anything wrong.”

Sirius let out another tearful laugh, sniffing. “Right. You’re right.”

Remus pushed up on his toes to kiss his cheek. “Wanna get dinner?”

“Ouais. That sounds perfect.”

They wandered the summer soft streets, cooled by the evening and by approaching September. Remus was torn between being ready to let summer go, and never wanting it to end at the same time.

~

It’s good to hear a packed Hogwarts Stadium again, huh, Dean? Even if just for a preseason game against our New York Rangers neighbors.

Right, Lee? I love this post-summer feeling, and I know our Lions do, too. Especially excited to see what our new talent has to offer. This’ll be fan’s first glimpse at Lupin and Reyes, our two…well, I suppose rookie wouldn’t be quite as perfect a word for Lupin as it is for Reyes. We’re used to Lupin’s face around here, huh.

That we are. Not used to seeing what is rumored to be some very quick feet on him, though. As far as testing went, that is.

Right, the bike test. As well as strength. Who knows. This could be building up to a very interesting season.

Remus stared up at the TV mounted on the wall as he peddled slowly on the stationary bike, keeping his legs warm. He felt bizarre, and had been dodging any type of media to avoid having to talk about it. He was dreading post-game. Every time he tried to think of something to say, his mind went blank.

I’m happy to be here.

I never thought I would be here.

The other half of his brain was trying to compute that it wouldn’t just be the preseason, practice scrimmages he was used to. It wouldn’t just been his team, his friends, out there. Not that it would be a full fledged game, either. No one looked to crushing blows during a preseason game. It was about getting warm. Remus was thankful for it. He didn’t know how he was going to feel when he put his jersey on. When he stepped out onto the ice. He had been nervous enough for the fitness testing.

“You’re literally the fastest guy here,” Finn had said after he’d gotten off of the bike—with the highest score. It had made him feel better, but he knew he wouldn’t really be settled until until coach called his name from the line card.

“Loops,” Logan said, swinging onto the bike beside him. “I keep running into you.”

Remus smiled. “Looks like we having similar warm-up routines.”

“Apparemment,” Logan nodded, turning up the resistance. “Nervous?”

Remus nodded. “Yeah. I am.”

Logan nodded, but stayed quiet and Remus was thankful. Everyone tried to talk him out of it, Sirius included, and he loved them for that, but at the same time, this was nice, too.

“Me too, sort of,” Logan said, and they traded a smile before looking back up at the Gryffindor pre-game show.

“All right,” Coach Arthur Weasley clapped his hands and gestured to the side of the room where the assistant coaches and staff were standing. The whole locker room was flooded with energy of all kinds—nervous, excited—and it flowed through those not in uniform, too. “We all know Moody. We all know our coaches. Mason, Alexandra, and Dan. We all know our PTs—should I say new PTs—“ there were some laughs. “Lars and Layla.”

“Double-Ls,” Thomas whooped.

Layla gave two thumbs up, and Lars remained stoic, arms crossed. He hadn’t said much since arriving aside from the occasional wise-cracking joke delivered without a trace of a smile.

“Who’s captain serious now, eh?” Thomas leaned in to whisper, and Remus suppressed a smile, glancing at Sirius—who was wearing an almost equally focused expression on his face, completely still where he sat a few stalls down, past Thomas and James. Remus glanced around the locker room, down the crescent-shaped row. Kasey and Leo, on opposite ends, were both geared up. Finn and Leo were sharing AirPods. Remus knew Kasey had worked hard over the summer, rehabbing his thigh, strengthening and increasing flexibility. He knew Leo was happy to be his back-up, but part of him wondered what Leo thought about all the games he had played in the play-offs, only to be placed right back on the bench now. It happened to a lot of guys—some were called up for injury, only to be sent right back down to the farm team when injuries healed. But Remus thought it was different for goalies. He hoped Coach wouldn’t leave Leo sitting on the bench for too long.

“Who’s calling first line?” Coach asked, and held the card out to Sirius. “Cap?”

Remus didn’t realize until the cheers broke out that he could be loud with the rest of them, and gave his stall a few bangs as Sirius rose, hat keeping his hair back. His eyes found Remus’ briefly once had turned towards them with the card, and Remus’ breath caught at his beaming grin.

“Okay, boys, first line,” Sirius said. “We’ve got Pots.”

Clap.

“Tremzy.”

Thomas drum-rolled his stall.

Sirius smiled. “Myself.”

Finn put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

“And on D, Olli and Timmy.”

While the boys burst into chatter again, Remus watched Sirius hand the card back to Coach, and caught his eye again, raising an eyebrow. Sirius held up Thomas’ number, and Jackson’s. Remus nodded to himself. That could be the third or fourth line, and he’d played well with both of them in scrimmages. It made sense. He could work with that.

And it meant he’d get to watch Sirius out there. At least that wouldn’t change.

“All right,” Coach laughed, putting his glasses back on and turning towards the other coaches. “Get dressed, get dressed.”

Remus had sat in his stall quite a few times by now. For his promo-pictures at the beginning of the summer—the first time he had slipped his jersey on, too, right over his suit and tie. But sitting in it now, strapping his pads over his bare chest before a game, a game where he would be up against other NHL players…that was different.

“You’re one of those?” Thomas snorted, flicking Remus’ bare ribs. “Doesn’t the velcro scratch?”

Remus laughed. “Can’t break old habits.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Or is now the perfect time to make new ones.”

“Not after a year like the last,” Remus said.

“Oh,” Thomas whistled, yanking the laces of his skates tight. “You’re that superstitious.”

“I try not to be,” Remus stood. “But playing again…seems to bring it out in me.”

Remus turned to step into his pants, adjusting the pads and his jock until everything fit together comfortably. He eyed his jersey, the number six hanging proudly on a hanger, and he smiled to himself but turned to his skates next. The jersey sent his heart leaping into his throat. He’d save it for last.

“Let’s go boys,” Pascal called, standing by the door to bump fists and pat helmets on their way out.

Remus laced up his skates, pulling them tight over his taped up socks, and then, finally, removed his jersey from its hook. He didn’t waste time staring down at it. That would just make him overthink and, hopefully, he’d have many times to put this jersey on again.

It slid over his shoulder pads, he tucked in the back, and grabbed his helmet.

“I like that Loops is just over there grinning to himself,” Finn snorted as he left for the tunnel.

Remus shrugged, eyes finding Sirius. He already looked like his mind was on the ice, even for such a low stakes game.

“You know,” Remus said as the team started to file down the tunnel. “I used to go last.”

Sirius’ intense eyes lightened into a softer gray. He shifted from one skate to another. “Oh? I don’t know if I knew that.”

Remus tilted his head, smile playing at one corner of his mouth. “Well? What are we gonna do?”

Sirius just stared at him. “I… I go last.”

Remus let out his laughter, leaning up to tap their helmets together. He vaguely heard a camera flash go off, and smiled. He wanted that picture.

“You should have seen your face, baby,” he whispered, and grabbed his stick from the rack before catching up to James.

He heard Sirius splutter out a laugh—and there was definitely some relief in there—and follow.

The sounds of the crowd in Hogwarts stadium only grew louder. Remus could feel Sirius close behind him.

“Ready, mon loup?” he asked quietly, just before the tunnel opened up to the lights.

Remus didn’t know if Sirius heard his yes over the roar of the team’s entry into a sea of red and gold, but then feet were on the ice he was doing a lap, the Rangers at the other end.

On opening night, Remus knew he would be taking this lap alone, along with Cole. A rookie’s first official NHL game. It felt surreal to think about. He couldn’t knock the feeling that he was too old for that—but he knew plenty of guys did it at his age. You didn’t have to be eighteen.

He picked up a puck and headed towards the goal, trying to decide if it would help to block out the noise, or let it overtake him. The boys were dialed in. Remus glanced over at Sirius, feeling strangely bare without him by his side. But he was over by center ice, tracing the Lion printed there—as usual. Remus didn’t want to seem favored. He didn’t want to seem clingy. They weren’t a couple out here, he knew that. They were teammates.

He shot at Kasey, who caught his puck in his glove, and began the wrap-around again before pushing backwards around the outside of the goal, as he always used to. He’d done his routine a few times at the beginning of practices, but it was nothing compared to being surrounded by a crowd—a bigger crowd than he’d ever actually played in front of before.

Kasey tapped a puck at him once he reached his first post, and he laughed, shooting it back until a sign waving at the glass caught his eye. It was held by a kid, maybe around Julian’s age.

I want a signed stick the ReMOST, Lupin!

Remus laughed at the kid’s wide eyes when he saw that he was looking, and gave him a thumbs up the best he could with his gloves on before holding up his stick.

“One second,” he called over the crowd.

When he got to the bench, Sirius was there stretching, holding out an already uncapped sharpie.

And looks like Lupin’s heading over to sign that young man a stick. I bet that’s a good feeling after—oh! Black’s got a pen ready for him.

Remus shoved a glove under his arm and took it. “You saw the sign?”

“I got the kid down to the glass,” Sirius grinned.

“I love you,” Remus said as he scribbled his signature, complete with the jersey number that players always included.

It took two tries to get the stick successfully over the glass, but for the look on the boy’s face, Remus would have tried twenty.

“Feels good, eh?” James said once the horn blew for warmups and they were settled onto the bench.

“Too good,” Remus said.

“First line,” Coach called, slapping his calling card against his palm. “12, 10, 7, let’s go. Olli, Tims, on D.”

Sirius sent him a quick smile, and Remus spun his stick in front of him. “Let’s go, Captain.”

Sirius snorted, rolling his eyes as he pushed away from the boards towards center ice, where Zibanejad was waiting.

Good to see that sort of…what would you call it, Dean, from Black?

Light energy, I think, Lee. Sirius is well known around the league for his intensity.

Right. Nice to see Lupin getting a smile out of him before what is most probably a season that holds more pressure than usual for the Lions, after a Cup year.

One of Black’s coaches once said in an interview that the only thing Sirius feels after scoring a goal is pressure to score another. Ha, sounds about right.

Remus all but held his breath when the ref dropped the puck. Sirius stole it back for James who nicked it over to Logan. Logan sped it into the neutral zone, narrowly avoiding Lafrenière.

“Bulky kid,” Finn said from beside Remus.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Logan?”

“Well—yeah, but nah, Lafrenière,” Finn nodded. “Built like a tree, what is he, nineteen? Crazy. I didn’t look like that when I was nineteen.”

“Well,” Remus said as the whistle blew for an icing on the Rangers. “People are comparing him to Crosby.”

“Kuny,” Coach called. “Lupin, Nado.”

Remus’ initial thought was surprise. The shock of being put out with the second line carried him somewhat numbly over the boards beside Evgeni and Jackson. He didn’t have time to look at Sirius take his place on the bench.

“Hey,” Evgeni said, drawing them in with a glove over his mouth so the Rangers filing out of their bench couldn’t read their lips. “I take Lindgren. Loops, go fast, okay? Nado get you puck.”

“Fox,” Jackson warned.

“Sergei take care,” Evgeni said like it was obvious, and loomed towards the face-off circle.

“Left side,” Remus said to Jackson before they parted. “I’ll try to shake Kravtsov.”

“Nice,” Jackson nodded.

Remus and Kravtsov shared a nod as they lined up shoulder to shoulder on the centerline.

“Welcome to the NHL,” Kravtsov said with a slight smile.

“Thanks,” Remus replied.

Kravtsov was so young. All of these guys were so young.

He couldn’t help feeling like time had been stolen from him.

Have you ever seen this many Russian players in one NHL game, Dean? Pretty nice to see. And here’s Lupin’s first shift. Let’s go.

The puck dropped and Remus gave Kravtsov a shove, spinning out and around him. His heart seemed to press the sound out of his ears until all he could hear was his own breathing. Evgeni won the face off.

“Kuns!” Jackson shouted, and Evgeni passed it to him deep in their own zone. It drew Fox forward, just as Remus knew it was meant to, but Sergei was there for Jackson to derail the puck. Fox was forced to turn around, Kravtsov was made to press forward for a pass, and it left Remus free to shoot into their defense zone. Strome tried to cross him, but Remus spun around him. Sergei and Jackson tried to get it to him, but it left the zone. Remus swore as he pushed hard to touch up the neutral zone.

“6, 58, 86, off, Reyes, O’Hara, LeBlanc, on!”

Remus pulled back to the bench, sending Cole a nod as he hopped over the boards for his first NHL shift. Remus’ shift had been thirty seconds that felt like ten, but he was breathing hard. Finn followed Cole with a tap to his back, promptly stole the puck from Chytil, and slapped it into the corner of the Rangers’ goal.

Remus had barely taken a drink of water when the goal horn blared Gryffindor’s roar filled Hogwarts Stadium.

He punched Sirius’ side, who had his arms raised. Sirius laughed from beside him as they settled onto the bench beside each other.

“Ouch,” Sirius rubbed his padding.

“I don’t know, I got excited,” Remus laughed.

They held his gloves out for Finn to tap as he came down the line, the goal song blaring, the crowd chanting along to the catchy drumbeat.

“Nice solo, Harz,” Remus called, and Finn grinned.

“Thanks, Rookie.”

It remained pretty even through the first and second. Panarin had three good chances, the fourth sailing past Kasey’s glove. Sirius scored a dirty wrap-around just before the second’s buzzer, and Remus didn’t think he’d ever like anything more than getting the full force of Sirius’ smile as he tapped gloves down the bench line. No sooner had the final face-off of the period set up than were Evgeni and Lindgren going at it, hands gripping the back of each other’s jerseys as they dropped their gloves. Gryffindor would start the third one man up.

Remus filed back down the tunnel towards the locker room, smiling at Layla as he dropped his gloves in the bucket she was holding to be dried. He felt warm, his muscles used and a little sore. He longed for an ice bath, but he wanted to use them more too. It was the most familiar feeling in the word. He smiled against it as he sat down in his stall, laughing lightly at the way Evgeni threw a wet towel over his head.

“Not skate enough over the summer,” Evgeni groaned.

Remus looked up when a shadow fell over him and was greeted by two hands on his cheeks and a warm, familiar kiss.

“J’adore,” Sirius said.

Remus laughed, holding his wrists where his pulse still high from the game.

“Nice goal.”

“Good to be back,” James said as he pushed his jersey over his head. “Crowd sounds amazing. How you doing, Reyes?”

Cole looked up from where he was re-taping his socks. “The crowd is amazing.”

Remus felt a slap on the back from Evgeni, towel around his neck now. “Good shift, rookie.”

“Kuns,” Remus sighed, and Evgeni just laughed teasingly.

Remus felt Sirius’ eyes on him throughout the entire intermission. He knew he was curious, and had been for months, about Remus’ game routine. He’d asked and asked over the summer, but that was the thing with Remus’ superstitions—he couldn’t talk about them.

Remus took two fresh sticks from his rack and sat back down. He began wrapping it steadily.

“Of course your tape job is perfect,” Thomas sighed, shaking his head. “Of course, of course.”

Remus laughed, ripping the tape with his teeth.

“Speak for yourself,” Jackson grinned, giving his stick a twirl, the tape warped and hurried.

Remus snorted. “All I see is a fucking candy cane.”

Power play. Lindgren went into the box, slamming the door a little too hard on his way.

“Black,” Coach called as the crowd shuffled into their seats, armed with food, and Remus had been expecting that. “Tremzy, Lupin, Fox, Sunny.”

Remus blinked. He hadn’t been expecting that.

Remus hopped the boards beside Sirius, and the stadium seemed to get louder. Sirius knocked their shoulders together, and Remus didn’t doubt the cameras were on them and he tried to control his expression. He didn’t want to look too pleased, or too dopy at the feeling of skating side by side with Sirius in front of a crowd.

I think this is the moment many of us have been waiting for, Dean.

You bet! I didn’t expect it to come so soon. Coach Weasley is trying out lots of different line combos tonight. What’s pre-season for? I hear Lupin’s played on the power play a few times in practice.

Sirius put his glove up by his mouth, holding his mouth guard.

“Try the double pass?” he said quickly.

“Yeah,” Remus nodded. “Let’s do it.”

Sirius bent down across from Zibanejad and the rest of the Rangers penalty kill unit.

It happened fast. Remus was used to seeing this from the bench—but maybe that was a good thing. He saw the ice as if through a wide lens, Sirius passed to Logan, and then it was on Remus’ stick to carry up. Remus blew out a breath, pushing his legs hard ahead of Panarin. He needed to get ahead, needed to stay parallel with Sirius. He felt Panarin scrape at his heels, but then Sirius was calling his name.

Shesterkin was still up and on his feet, reading to dive whichever way.

“Loup,” Sirius called, and it was as though it was only the two of them in the basement rink. Only the crowd was different, and absolutely roaring. 

Remus snapped the puck to Sirius, who passed it right back. Shesterkin went down when Remus pulled his stick back in a fake, only for him to give it back to Sirius to tap into wide open net.

Remus’ hands shot up, and the crowd screamed. Sirius all but slammed into him, wrapping him up tight against the boards.

“Re,” Sirius laughed through he words, pressing their helmets together. “Mon loup, mon loup—”

Logan crashed into them next, followed by Adam and Henrik. Remus found himself in the center of elated shouts, the fans pounding hands on the glass from the other side.

“Merde, it sounds like the playoffs,” Logan shouted, pressing a hand to Remus’ helmet.

Remus could only laugh, giddy, high on it all.

What a goal! Well, Lee, I don’t think we’re going to have to wait long to see this young man’s first regular season point.

~

“He fell for it,” Remus said for the tenth time as he handed Sirius the last of their dinner dishes. “Shesterkin fell for it.”

Sirius laughed and slid the dishes into the sink and turned, placing slightly damp hands on Remus’ cheeks.

“You are amazing,” he said, accent heavy and laced with a need that Remus had felt stirring in himself since getting off the ice. They’d been on the ice together today. They’d built a goal together, scored. Igor Shesterkin had fallen for their fake-out.

“I was so happy today,” Sirius whispered.

Remus closed his eyes, caught between the feeling of Sirius’ body colliding with his own in celebration, and the feeling of his warm hands here, now.

“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted,” Remus said softly, and opened his eyes, hands against Sirius’ chest.

What a terrifying, wonderful sentence.

Sirius just leaned in to kiss him, mouth tender and insistent. It was the same fire he had on the ice, leading Remus in a way that made his insides warm and his toes curl. Remus let Sirius guide him slowly up the stairs, and he relished in the way they stopped on the landing, on a half-way stair, just to be closer again, Remus’ mouth on his neck, Sirius’ against his temple. The hallway was dark, lit only by the nightlight they kept plugged in near their feet. It cast Sirius in warm angles as Remus tugged his shirt off and dropped it right there in the hallway.

“I’m not saying I’m not going to miss Regulus,” Remus said as Sirius bent to mouth gently against his neck. “But I’m not saying I’m not going to enjoy being able to undress you wherever I want now that we have the house to ourselves.”

Sirius’ laugh was soft, a little breathless. “Name your room, I’ll be there.”

Remus laughed, too. “Bedroom. Nice, soft bed.”

Sirius walked Remus backwards through the door, hands on his hips. “How do you feel? That was quite the race with Kreider in the second.”

“Good,” Remus nodded, but let Sirius’ strong hands dig into the muscles of his shoulders and back. He sighed into it, resting his cheek against his chest. “But I won’t say no to that.”

Sirius kissed Remus’ temple and worked his shirt over his head. He lay him down on the mattress and Remus closed his eyes at the feeling of Sirius’ lips against his neck, and then his shoulder.

Sirius kissed over the scar that Greyback had torn from Remus’ body all those years ago at their shared college, keeping Remus from a career in the NHL—at least until now.

“I wonder what he thinks,” Remus wondered aloud, and he didn’t have to explain himself for Sirius to know what he meant. Remus wound his fingers into Sirius dark hair as he looked up at him.

“Me too,” Sirius admitted. “And then I see red and have to stop thinking about it.”

Remus half-smiled. “Yeah…I felt bad at lunch those few weeks ago. With Cole. I really think he thought he said something wrong, and I wish I could explain but it’s still…it’s still like this weird secret, you know? Like people could find out if they really looked but no one has? And I don’t really want to bring it up but at the same time I know Fenrir has already spread lies. Saying it was a car crash or…who knows what. Sorry.” Remus pressed a hand to his face. “God, I’m completely killing the mood.”

“Re, hey,” Sirius pushed himself up onto his forearm, falling to the side and keeping their legs tangled.

“And it’s such a good mood, I just was thinking aloud.”

“You’re not. Talk to me. You can talk to me whenever.”

Remus ran his thumb over Sirius’ bottom lip. “Okay…yeah, I know that.”

“This was a big day,” Sirius said. “Huge for you. Of course you would be thinking about him. I used to think about my parents every time I stepped on the ice, even after things were getting better. I think…I think its just time. It takes time.”

“It was strange today,” Remus finally admitted. “I couldn’t…I didn’t know how close to you I could be. Out there, I mean. I’m your boyfriend, you’re mine, but we’re also teammates. There’s so much debate, about my place on the team and if you did something to get me there…I don’t know. I don’t want someone to accuse you of favoritism. You don’t deserve that.”

“We’re both,” Sirius said. “We’ll always be both. You’ll always be the boy I love. You’ll always be my teammate.” Sirius shrugged. “It doesn’t matter if we’re on the ice or not. And I don’t care if someone thinks I favor you. We both know I don’t. Not like that.”

Remus made a soft sound and pulled Sirius further on top of him, making him smile. “Love you.”

Sirius let Remus press slow kisses to his lips. “This mood feels pretty good to me.”

Remus just hushed him, tucking a hand into his waistband.

Sirius kissed him until Remus’ cheeks were hot and his cock was aching, pressed up against his sweatpants. Remus could still hear the Lions’ crowd rushing in his ears. Sirius’ palm cupped him and pushed his sweatpants down. They were both flushed and pink. Remus wanted to see those colors together.

He pulled Sirius’ hips against his own, discarding clothing until it was all bare skin. Remus ran his hands over the hard curves of his back. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, hooking his arms beneath Sirius’, holding onto his shoulders.

Their mouths found each other messily, dragging and half open in gasps.

“Sirius,” Remus breathed, voice higher than usual.

The adrenaline that Remus had thought had faded with the game only seemed to thrum brighter. Remus couldn’t help the smile the crossed his face, brows drawn together at the feeling of Sirius rutting against him.

Remus pressed his ankle gently to the back of Sirius’ knee and rolled them, drawing breathless laughs from both their mouths that he sealed away to keep like a love letter. It was soft mouths and hard hands, clutching each other closer, getting the most out of the warm friction. Remus swallowed Sirius’ gasps. His orgasm built up below his spine and Sirius seemed to read his mind. He reached between them with a hand, brushing a thumb at his base, pressing up. Remus’ hips stuttered and he fell apart, shoving hard against Sirius’ tight fist.

Sirius followed at the hot streak of Remus’ come between them, and they lay there, panting, foreheads together. Remus eased their hips back together, both of them letting out a soft moan, then a laugh, as the spent cocks brushed, drawing out the last tendrils of their orgasms.

“That feels good,” Sirius mumbled, head sunken back against the pillows.

Remus rolled his hips slowly, bringing them down, and then pulled his head up. He pushed Sirius’ sweaty hair back from his cheek and kissed it. 

“Communicate to score,” Sirius mumbled.

Remus laughed hard, squeezing his eyes shut, and dropped his face into his neck to catch his breath.

“It’s true,” Sirius said, running a warm palm up and down Remus’ back. “That article we looked at.”

They’d given in and read some press over dinner, laughing at some of the more excitable writers, and grinning at each other at the more serious ones.

Magnetism, one wrote. Feels like we’ve got some mind-readers on this team, a real Crosby-Malkin, Kane-Toews one-two-punch.

“Well,” Remus said, folding his arms across Sirius’ chest. “What am I thinking now?”

Sirius pressed his lips together, pretending to think. “Is it…how to get out of golf with James and the Cubs before the ring ceremony on Tuesday?”

Remus snorted. “Well, that’s definitely on my list. But nope.” He leaned in, brushing their mouths together. “That’s not it.”

Sirius grinned, and Remus sunk into how thick and sated his accent sounded. “Is it…will my handsome boyfriend please run me a bath and make me tea?”

Remus laughed into their next kiss. “Wow, that writer was right.”

~

It looks…maybe like a twisted knee? What do you think, Dean? Walker is definitely not making a move to get up—oh, there’s the medic. One of the Lions’ new staff members as, of course, someone had to take Lupin’s place. Ah, Walker is pointing to his foot now.

Man, is that a grimace if I ever saw one.

It sure is, Dean.

Here comes O’Hara to help out his teammate.

They were in Madison Square Garden, the Rangers giving them one hell of a re-match. Logan skated a close perimeter towards where Thomas had gone down, just between a line change.

“Shit,” Finn skated to a stop beside him. “It’s fucking pre-season. Did you see what happened?”

Logan shook his head. “Not really. Think it was just a bad fall. Strome looks sorry.”

“Oh, so that’s why you’re not jumping him right now.”

Logan’s mouth quirked up. “I have no interest in jumping Strome, thanks.” His eyes found Leo on the bench. With his hat flipped backwards, the intensity, the worry in of his blue eyes cut a clear path to Thomas.

“T,” Finn said, skating closer. “Need a hand to the room?”

Thomas winced as he made it to one knee. “Yeah, man, thanks.”

~

Thomas stared up at the dark ceiling from the padded PT table, listening to the game continue on the TV mounted to the corner of the ceiling. There was the X-ray pushed to the corner, his results pinned up on the light screen. Fracture. Minor, but it’d take weeks to heal. He’d miss the beginning of the season. He’d be in a suit when they lifted the Stanley Cup champion banner in the stadium. He missed Noelle.

The light flicked on so suddenly Thomas flinched.

“Walker,” said an unfamiliar voice. It was accented—Swedish, he thought. Thomas squinted at the speaker. He was tall, and dressed in the staff jacket he’d come to associate with Remus. Right. Lars.

“I…hey,” Thomas said. His eyes went to Layla, who gave a wave as she slipped in behind the man. “Hey, man, Lars, right?”

Lars gave a short nod. “Nice to meet you. So, you probably know the drill by now. Couple weeks. Aspirin will be fine for pain management.”

“Right,” Thomas nodded.

“We’ve got a boot for you here, but I’d take everything to a doctor, just for a second opinion. I’ll recommend someone,” he shrugged. “That was an unlucky hit. I’m sorry.”

Thomas blinked. He didn’t know someone could seem sweetly uninterested. He smiled hesitantly. “Thanks.”

Thomas snapped a picture of the boot once he strapped it on and sent it out complete with a frowning emoji.

He had just opened the door to the locker room, accompanied by his new crutches and to meet his victorious team, when his phone began to ring with a Facetime.

“T,” Noelle’s voice gasped. She was beautiful, her hair curling around her face. “Baby, I saw.”

“It’s not too bad,” Thomas said beneath the noise as the locker room filled up. “You look like you’re about to go somewhere, I can call back, I just wanted to…”

I’m just sad about it. It sounded lame in his own ears.

He cleared his throat. “Logan, say hi to your sister.”

Logan poked his head into the frame and stuck his tongue out, then left.

“Lolo!” Noelle shouted for the locker room to hear, and Logan groaned.

“Lolo,” Kasey imitated, grinning, and Logan shoved his mask down over his face.

“How is it?” Finn asked, wrapping an arm around him. “Hi, Noelle.”

“Fractured. Couple weeks.”

“Damn,” Finn sighed. “Sorry, T. That was an—”

“unlucky hit,” Thomas laughed. “Preach.”

“Hey, baby, we’re all heading to grab some food, but call you tonight?”

Thomas nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

He tried not to feel lonely as the screen went dark. He was in a room surrounded by people. People he loved.

It crept in anyway.

[yourmcu]

Hell’s Kitchen

Pairings: Marvel cast x reader (Chris Evans, Scarlett Johansson, Tom Holland, Robert Downey Jr.)

Summary:

You and your co-stars get invited to dine at the famous Hell’s Kitchen restaurant as the VIP guests. All of you have a great time.

Word count: 1,257

A/n: so this is just a lame idea I came up with when I was binging the all-star season of HK. I hope this turned out ok I’m nervous sksks (I didn’t add everyone in the gif to this imagine btw, sorry!)

(italicized texts is those moments where the chefs talk to the camera, y’know what I mean right?)

Warnings: swearing

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

“Wow.”

“I’m starving.”

“I can’t believe this place is real!”

“I know!” You laughed with Tom as you hopped out of the car and waited for Scarlett to come out after you.

You became part of the Marvel cast since Age of Ultron, needless to say they thought you were an impressive actor at your age back then. They welcomed you with open arms and made sure you were never left out.

Anyway you and Tom were acting like total fans, pointing at the portraits of the past winners of the competition and commenting on every detail as you made your way inside the restaurant. Chris and Robert tuned the both of you out and was having their own conversation. Scarlett just rolled her eyes and laughed.

You noticed felt the cameras point to the five of you despite them being hidden in corners. Robert smoothed his suit jacket and greeted his fellow actors that were dining as well. You contained your squeals as you saw the kitchen with both red and blue teams now prepping for their service.

They brought glasses, water, champagne and menus after you all settled to a table.

“It’s beautiful in here - oh, thanks,” Scarlett smiled at you when you handed her a glass of champagne.

Tom was sneaking glances at both teams stationed at the kitchen. “Look, Y/N, it’s them! Which team are you rooting for?” Then he looked at the blue plate coasters on the table. “I hope the blue team’s alright tonight.”

“I hope so.” You laughed.

“Wait what if they aren’t? Are we not getting served?” Robert questioned, handing the menus back after all of you ordered. That made Tom giggle and explain the whole show to him. Chris hid his face behind his hand and stopped himself from laughing.

Moments later Gordon himself walked up to your table and greeted everyone politely. “Good evening, thank you for coming,” which you all returned with smiles and murmurs.

Then the celebrity chef left for the kitchen to attend to the contestants. “Listen up, look who just arrived. The cast of Avengers.”

Some of the amateur chefs turned their heads away from their tasks to get a good look.

“I almost dropped my pan,” a chef from the red team laughed. “Honestly I wouldn’t hesitate to switch with the blue team just to make sure they get a good service tonight. I love the Avengers.”

“That’s Iron Man!”

“Who?”

“They have a new movie coming out, right?”

“Chris Evans is literally - sitting - right - there.” A chef from the blue team squealed. “It’s such an honor. He looks beautiful in person.”

All of you gave little waves, smiles and Tom gave a thumbs up as encouragement. Soon the attention from your table died and you were in silent conversation among yourselves.

“They’re offering us the chef’s table over there,” Robert pointed out to the vacant one over by the blue team. “Should we? What do you guys think?”

“Woah, no way, really?” Tom looked at you excitedly (as if the both of you weren’t famous actors and being at the chef’s table were your wildest dreams).

You had doubts. Sitting cramped (because as far as you knew that table seated about four people max) and listening to a British chef lose his shit meters away...

“Doesn’t he yell a lot though?” Chris said silently, referring to Ramsay. He did recall watching that lamb sauce online.

“As much as I’d love to,” you chuckled. “I’m having same thoughts. We’re better off watching from afar, Tom.”

“I agree,” Scarlett nodded and the waiter got the hint, walking away.

The service went on. You and Tom were watching them cook while still trying to look appropriate and mature for the cameras filming on the side. The sounds of trays clanking echoes the room, the amateur chefs froze like deers in headlights, looking at the man who owns the restaurant. Soon enough, Ramsay’s long string of profanity joined in.

“Oh boy,” Robert casually sipped on his drink while watching the celebrity chef throwing the raw pieces of meat in the trash.

You and Chris visibly flinched as Ramsay yelled at a poor contestant on the red team, sending them to the storage closet for a chat. You obviously knew what was coming to that chef.

“Both of you, just fuck off! Get out!”

“The risotto is burnt, look at it! It’s burnt!”

After some time it was noticeable that both teams were fucking up their dinner services. Your table had finished the first course, your plates were taken away now and the next course was taking too long.

“I am so sorry, the food still needs a few more minutes. They have to re-plate everything.” Ramsay approached your table to apologize but he sent glares when he looked back at the teams as if telling them to hurry the fuck up.

“No problem, right guys? We just need a few more of these,” Robert gestured to the bottle of champagne and Chris laughed heartily. “Oh, and,” he leaned over to whisper something to the chef.

“A bit of motivation, since all of you seem to be giving up,” the chef announced to the contestants when he got back to the kitchen. “The winning team of tonight’s service will receive a  gift card for Avengers: Infinity War.”

Some of the guests cheered, most of the amateur chefs upped their game. Few of them didn’t know what an Avengers do-hickey was but they sped up anyway.

“...and a hug from Chris Evans!” You called out loud enough for Ramsay to hear. Your co-stars burst out laughing, Chris being the loudest, he nodded his head to confirm it.

Ramsay let out a chuckle and added, “and a hug from Captain America himself.”

“Hi! I’ll be serving your desserts for tonight,” a member of the blue team strolled over with dessert ingredients prepped. She was younger than most of her team members, she was in charge of the tableside service. They were a couple more delays for the previous course, you and Scarlett’s meals were served late, but it was worth it. The food was great. “It’s an honor to meet all of you, me and siblings love the Avengers.”

Both you and Tom grinned at that.

“Got a favorite?” Robert wiggled his eyebrows making the chef giggle. He pointed to himself and made disgusted looks to Chris as if they were the only choices.

“I gotta say Black Widow, she’s so badass.” She laughed. Scarlett stuck her tongue out to both men and fist bumped the chef, then leaving her to do her job. “So what I’m going to be making for you is...”

Tom was asking questions here and there, intrigued by it.  No wonder her team was falling apart at the kitchen, she looks more composed than any of her teammates.

Ramsay yelled out the chef’s name after she served the last dessert. The rest of her team was sent back before the night ended, so she had to go as well.

“But you did great!” Tom frowned.

“Yeah, the dessert was amazing.” You smiled.

“I’m still part of their team. But thank you, I appreciate it,” she shrugged, smiling, pulling off her apron and dashing to the back kitchen.

Once the restaurant closed you all thanked Gordon for the wonderful food. He asked for a group photo before leaving.

But you still had to wait for Chris since he owed the red team a bunch of hugs (and pictures, for sure).

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Just My Type: Dark!Steve x Reader (Mob AU)

Chapter 2 in the Lipstick and Crayons Series.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Darkside

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A/N: This chapter is 2K words more than the last chapter and I’ve second guessed every single line in this one. This story is getting a lot of traction guys and I’m equal parts happy and scared. Thank you for the nice comments, they do encourage me. Also I’m just ranting feel free to skip this note haha. Your support in any form: like, comment or reblog is appreciated greatly. Also you can dm if you want to be friends, God knows I need those. Hopefully, this chap was worth the wait. Also, I made a poster for this on the main masterlist so check that out, it might be foreshadowing dome plot.

Warning: Eventual Non-Con, Sickening Threats, Mob Themes, Violence, Death, Manipulation, a mild mental breakdown, Cheap Tricks later.

Genres + Characters: Mob AU, Single Parents AU, Steve Rogers x Reader.

Summary: Steve can't ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can't get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob.

Chapter 2: Just My Type

It had almost been a week since the incident and you had barely gotten a wink of sleep. When you drove back to your house that night, Steve surprisingly didn’t argue as you had expected. After that friend of his whispered something in his ears, you only assumed he was needed elsewhere and you couldn’t be more thankful for that. They escorted you to your car and Steve thanked you with a strained smile, words genuine but eyes calculating. You didn’t even wonder what went inside his head. You were thankful for the peace and quiet of your own car, content to just get out of the area and into your humble abode.

After you put the already asleep Grace to bed, you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of her room. You just sat on the floor beside the bed, hand intertwined with hers as you rested your head beside her tummy on the mattress.

Your adrenaline wore off and your limbs ached as your thoughts finally settled into place, the gravity of the catastrophe a few hours prior hitting you. Tears made their way down your cheeks as you realized that you both could have very well died tonight.

One bullet could have sealed each of your lives and you were basically defenseless had Steve not saved you against the creeping assaulter. You couldn’t commend yourself for even defending yourself against one attacker, the guilt of killing someone harboring in your tired head. Your quiet whimpers eventually wore you out, while Grace’s shallow breaths lulled you to sleep.

You didn’t manage to sleep for long though, every time your eyes closed, horrific images flashed in your mind. A blood curdling scream here, heaps of dead bodies there, with distant exploding sounds all around. You could see men clad in black holding guns to Grace’s head and whensoever you woke up, you just wondered how much more creative your mind could get, making these visuals so realistic.

When 8 AM rolled in, you didn’t wake Grace up even though it was Monday and you had work. You got up, changed into a long tee after a shower and called your office and then her daycare. You knew you would have a hard time going back to your normal life, to become trusting enough to leave her alone.

Your assumption about yourself was right. You took almost the entire week off, which your boss generously allowed you to after hearing your traumatic experience, which soon made the city news headlines. All your colleagues checked on you, almost once in the five day break you took, and sweetly enough offered to bring you anything you needed.

It was kind of them, but none of them could bring you what your heart genuinely craved: peace and assurance that you and Grace would be safe.

Even though Saturdays were off, you did go to work to see what you missed and where to start on again. You went in because you knew that the random spurt of resolution you got in the bathroom to collect your life, wouldn’t last.

To ease back into your normal life, you gathered your guts, called a babysitter and left home. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave Grace at the daycare just yet. One of your good friends offered to come in to the office and help you, even on the weekend and you were quite grateful to him.

When you both decided to take lunch in the nearby dining place, you both got to talking, the conversation obviously originating from ‘How have you been?’ and ‘Is Grace okay?’. You reminisced about how you used a photobooth to hide, grotesquely and uncomfortably chuckling when you remembered Sarah calling you her mom and how her dad saved you all.

You deliberately left the part where you killed someone and Steve shot someone too. You hadn’t come to terms with it yet and you stiffly restricted your mind whenever it tried to go down that lane.

He sensed how the conversation was becoming tense and distressing for you and briskly redirected the topic.

“I hope the dad was hot though?” He wiggled his eyes creepily and you snorted at his vulgarity, light for the first time in days.

“He was easy on the eyes; I will admit that.” You played along, recalling your girlfriends and how you used to ogle people.

“Don’t be a homewrecker though, I don’t support cheating.” He said nonchalantly, checking his phone as a notification bell rang off.

“He’s a widower.”

His eyes snapped up and met yours as his head tilted in confusion. “That’s a strange fact to know about someone you met for a few minutes.”

Steve’s even stranger comment about his dead wife popped in your mind and before you could stop yourself, you blurted that out as well.

“He even said and I quote, ‘She deserved what she got.’” He put his phone down, weirdly amused.

“Ooh Creepy! Do you think he is one of those husbands who kill their wives and bury them in the backyard? The podcasts always say that the psychopaths are visually handsome and charming. And his statement was quite vague and spooky.” He continued munching, and you felt that now Aiden was really paying attention unlike before.

“Steve did have a gun while searching for Sarah, come to think of it.” You drank your tea and awaited his response. What you did not expect was his eyes to widen and worry to cloud his features.

“Um Widower Steve with a toddler Sarah? At the place where The Vices attacked?” He mumbled, grabbing his phone and doing God knows what on it. Your eyebrows furrowed and before you could ask him what was up with his antics, he resumed.

“This is a long shot but I really hope your Steve didn’t look like this.” He positioned the phone in your vision, and you could already tell it was Steve by the sapphire blue of his eyes piercing through the screen into your soul. The picture was a month or two old, his hair was much longer when you met him than in the photo.

“This is him.” Your eyes met Aiden’s and worry visibly took over his features as his forehead creased and jaw tense.

He looked around the restaurant, finding it empty in the afternoon. He leaned and whispered, “This Steve of yours is dangerous.”

You interrupted Aiden, even though you already knew Steve was, the sight of his armed men still fresh in your head, and inquired, “Why do you say so?”

“It’s just like the fictional stories we hear from our parents, except here, in this city of ours, every myth holds true. There are really powerful men, untouchable by law, who reign the city silently and live luxuriously. Every shady, under the table deal you’ve heard of, transpires. Illegal trades, fraud schemes and bounty hunters are not fictional, they exist here. These men kill whatever hinders them and trust me, you don’t want to be the deer caught in their Jaguar’s headlights.”

Ice froze in your veins again, resembling the fear you felt that night but now because of your deemed ‘savior’. You convinced yourself that you had not wronged him in any way, instead had saved his daughter’s life.

“Are you in contact with him? If you are, distance yourself cleverly, don't block him immediately.”

“No, we just parted ways near my car, he thanked me for Sarah and was called away. It’s almost been a week and he hasn’t reached out if that’s what you mean. We didn’t exchange contacts and I don’t think I even told him my full name.” You explained yourself as if you were on the witness stand in court, trying to convince yourself more than Aiden.

“Pray that he doesn’t remember you more than that, if at all. I’m being totally honest here in telling you this, I’m genuinely worried for you and Grace. You are smart but he is powerful. He has unimaginable resources and if you become more than a speck of dust on his windshield, you are screwed. There is no exaggeration here.” You took his words to your heart and swore to be careful, if not for yourself then for Grace.

The rest of the day went by and you found yourself dwelling on and worrying about Aiden’s words. At least he put it out there as it was. Heeding his advice, you did google Steve on your phone, finally finding him in the topmost news headline when you added ‘Buck’ in the search bar as well.

‘With 38 lawsuits pending against businessman Steve Rogers, the filers have lost all hope in prosecuting him. All cases are being drawn out for indefinite periods of time by the Chief Justice Bruce……’

Aiden was right.

Businessmen was code for illegal mob heads. Cases being stretched on meant he was, in fact, invincible, at least to the common man’s fists.

You flickered through several titles, each one more surprising than the last. He was believed to be involved in the carnival attack, alleged for three hit and run cases that he didn’t lose but the witnesses swore they saw him driving and was also rumored to have brought in quintals of drugs just last week, but the packets just evaporated into thin air and there was no proof of their existence in the first place even on incessant searching.

Every crime of his made you shudder and you mentally thanked Aiden for pulling you out of your oblivion. Your mind raced and heart palpated and you cursed yourself for being so drastically unaware even after living here for almost four years. Technically speaking, Steve and you were even, him saving your life and you saving his daughter’s. No logical reason came to your mind for him contacting you ever.

You wished as Aiden said and assured yourself that your paths would never cross again, Steve not having reached out in a week, so hopefully never again.

That thought went out the window when you reached home to find a box awaiting you. Hannah, the babysitter you had called, informed you it came around 5 in the evening and was exclusively to be opened by you today.

Your mind raced as you paid the babysitter, your hands sweaty as you tried not to think about the gift and its sender. There was an apparently clear answer to who mailed it but you refused to accept that, courtesy of Aiden.

The box was of the height of Grace, it was black with red hearts painted across it; some red roses also sparingly adorned it. You opened the lid and found tons of red tissues and a multi-flower bouquet adorned with mostly red roses and a few purple and pink flowers.

Because of your frequent gardening in your backyard, you knew all the flowers’ meanings. To sum it all up, red flowers, especially roses were used for courting someone. Pink meant admiration, purple for beauty and you knew the ‘violet’ flowers were for loyalty.

As your nerves increased tenfold, you willed yourself to get it over with and empty out the box first, ignoring the little card in your bouquet, saving the ‘best’ for last. You find a mini bouquet inside but unlike yours, it had chocolates of every kind. You did read its card and cringed when it was for Grace, bothered not by the deed but by the doer.    

Further inside were some animal plushies, face masks, perfumes, scented body lotions and shampoos. Your head hurt thinking about the ‘single mother care package’ delivered to you by someone you refused to acknowledge.

As Grace sat in her playpen occupied, you dared to pick your card and read its message, your heart beating unrealistically fast for someone who refused to accept the cruciality of her situation.

~

I can’t thank you enough in this lifetime for saving my little princess. The gift of your help is more than anything money could ever buy for me. Please accept this invitation of mine for dinner tomorrow night, 7PM at La Bonne Nuit, as a symbol of my sincere gratitude for everything you’ve done. I’ll gets the kids covered and pick you up, you just be ready and look as amazing you always do.                                                                                           Sincerely,                                                                      Steve Rogers

                                                                                            ~

You stilled as you read it over and over again.

An invitation, your ass. Even in writing his authority portrayed, there was no question and hope for you coming, he just stated that you’d come. Looking pretty as always? You just met him once, in the middle of a calamity, covered in dirt and blood.

All the red roses and gifts screamed his romantic interest but you illusioned yourself into thinking they meant gratitude. You wouldn’t be able to digest it all otherwise.

Knowing what you knew now about Steve, you understood there was no denying the dinner tomorrow. You had to get out of his clutches and distance yourself, but as Aiden had so rightfully said, cleverly.

That night you laid in bed mulling over your next course of actions. You had called the gift shop to return the unwarranted presents you received but they said it was non refundable and anonymous to trace. You bitterly snorted in their face, they put a card with Steve’s name on it for heaven’s sake!

You didn’t flinch even when you realized you never gave Steve your address, neither for mailing stuff nor for picking you up. There was no number given to call him and thank or to call him and deny. The bastard had planned it all out, and you felt like you were driving in a one way lane, going deeper into the tunnel. Somewhere among your all-relentless fretting, you managed to finally sleep.

 When the doorbell rang, your eyebrows furrowed. It was just 6 PM and you weren’t expecting anybody else except for Steve. You had already begun getting ready, having developed a habit of keeping an extra margin of time now having a toddler. You still had to assemble Grace’s essential backpack, fill it with her meds and bottles.

While still putting on your diamond earring, you made your way to the door, unlocking it to find a redhead grinning at you. Before you could interact with her, a small body clung to your legs and you looked down to find the azure eyed kid that put you in this mess, Sarah, smiling up at you.

“Mama! You look pwetty!” She looked up in awe and now aware that she didn’t have a mother, you were even more so coerced into accepting this title rather than telling the kid that 'you are semi orphaned'.

“I’m Wanda, Sarah’s nanny. Mr. Rogers told me to pick her friend, Grace, up for the night?” So, this was what Steve meant. Bringing Sarah was proof enough of her legitimacy, but behind her you saw ‘Buck’ salute you from the driver’s seat of the black car. One of these days, you needed to learn his real name.

You invited Wanda inside and Sarah ran to Grace immediately, grabbing and whining while asking Grace to give her some popcorn she was munching on, her fist generously full.

In your open plan kitchen, you grabbed two plastic bowls, filled them with each with the tub of popcorn that sat in the microwave and handed each toddler one, fortunately quietening Sarah. Sarah obeyed Grace, in first thanking you, their ‘mama’ and then following her to her open playpen.

You faced Wanda again who sat on a barstool and kept on beaming. If your annoyance at her amusement showed, she sure didn’t let it falter the smile.

“Mr. Rogers told me you’d worry about your daughter, but I assure you she’d be in more than capable hands.” All you could focus on was how self-reassured she was. “I’ve served him for almost two years, the last family I served, I was there for 8 years and before them, I was employed for 3. I know the general bedtime and snacks, all I need from you is information about her allergies.”

You nodded and told her about Grace, her meds and what all you packed. When you got to know that her family owned the daycare Grace went to, you were finally somewhat convinced. After seeing them off, it was about fifteen minutes later, that the devil disguised in Prada showed up at your door.

You grabbed your purse and your keys. Wiping your sweaty palms on your dress, you opened the door. Steve stood there, a smirk lodging on his handsome face. His blue, three-piece suit perfectly paired with his cerulean eyes was impressive to say the least.

He was dressed to kill, and it appeared as if you were his first victim.

As your eyes took him in from top to bottom, his did the same lazily, taking their time, resting at certain places for longer period than others.

“You look stunning.”

You knew you did. You wore one of your more expensive dresses when you found out La Bonne Nuit to be one of the few seven-star hotels in the country. In hindsight, if you’d have dressed worse, maybe he’d have left you alone.

“Thank you.”

“Shall we?” He offered you his hand and you obliged with your palm in his. Your other hand pulled the doorknob while you stepped out, all alarms already set-in place. He waited while you locked and put the keys in and when you were done, with a soft kiss along your knuckles, he pulled you along.

The act surprised you, your stomach turning and your gut wrenching and you wondered if you’d be able to process the food after all, with your upset digestive system.

Like a proper gentleman, he opened the door for you and when you settled, he took his position at the driver’s seat. The silence was painful for you, your overthinking finally filling ideas in your head that you avoided contemplating about all day, focusing on Grace.

He was relaxed though; his humming was proof enough.

Mid way through, your thoughts were rudely interrupted when a hand housed itself on your knee. You glanced to find Steve’s palm slightly rubbing your knee. If it was meant to be assuring, you certainly didn’t feel like it.

You frowned and looked up to Steve who still had the arrogant smirk on his face, eyes straight ahead on the road, giving no indication of his inappropriate touching.

You wanted to swat his hand away but a brainwave dashed through your head and a disturbing thought made you halt, that whether he carried guns to restaurants as well, since carnivals were no big deal.

You ignored his hand and continued looking outside, pretending to ignore it as well as he did. Your scowl was a huge giveaway though.

You didn’t know that, but when your eyes found their way out, his finally rested on your face, the smirk growing even more.

Thankfully, apart from the incongruous touching, the dinner went okay-ish. The food and wine were impeccable, perfect even, the restaurant on the hotel’s top floors was so picturesque. You tried to savor your one-time experience there, knowing you’d no way be able to come back there.

Well, you tried to relish as much as you could while your mind still sat there, wary of the human in front of you. If you’d ignore your journey here, Steve was nothing short of a true gentleman, often making you wonder if you had imagined his hand on you.

This ‘friendly’ date you were having was probably one of the best you have had, he had left no expenses. He appeared to be interested in your work, about your childhood and about Grace’s but you swiftly avoided his questions about her father. He was growing a tad bit too comfortable for your liking and you still refused to entertain the idea that this was a ‘date’ date.

When you were finally onto dessert, the last course of your meal, your table was shadowed by the broad frame of a brunette and his date. He clapped Steve’s shoulder and Steve rose to hug him, you awkwardly smiled.

“It’s been far too long since you’ve been here, Cap. Why don’t you and your gorgeous date stop by my penthouse for a bit? We could finally go over the papers you sent me, in person?” He winked, they discussed something more and then went away, his date bowing and trailing after him as well.

Steve claimed his seat again, and finally told you about the interrupter. “That was my good friend, Tony Stark, always in a hurry. I’ll introduce you to him when we meet him later.”

“I think I’ll be heading home; you need not worry about my introduction, I hardly think we’ll ever run into each other again.” His eyes narrowed and you clarified, “Me and Mr. Stark, I meant.”

That’s good, don’t associate yourself with more of his kind.

“He was so kind in inviting you though, it would be rude to refuse.”

“It’s already late, Steve. And I’ve never left Grace alone for a night yet. What if she’s antsy? What if she is bothered? What if she feels unsafe? She's only used to very few people, and after last week, I-” You had started the sentence hoping to use Grace as an excuse but every word of yours succeeded in making you more apprehensive.

The carnival night flashed in your mind, along with the nightmares and you started panicking even more. Your hands clammy, your dessert spoon fell in your lap as sought your phone in your purse, hoping to call Wanda for an update. You felt like a terrible mother, who left her child with a stranger, only a week after she suffered trauma, just to go on a date with a mobster.

Steve reached across the table and grabbed your fidgety hands and as you wriggled to get your hands free, he softly called your name. Voice stern but vocals gentle. Your blurry eyes snapped to meet his while he guided you to breathe deeply, in and out.

His firm hold convinced you to listen to him, you’d never free yourself of them otherwise.

When you had calmed a bit, he withdrew his hands and fetched his phone. Your thoughts slowed down, and you wondered if anyone here was judging you. Your little scene, mercifully, went unnoticed by the other affluent people dining here.

Steve handed you his phone where four colored frames rested, the screen showing you Grace and Sarah cuddled in a frilly, pink four poster where Wanda sat too, her lips moving.

The feed was live and the screen muted, both the toddlers’ eyes fluttering close slowly, on the bridge of sleep.

You handed the phone back to Steve and drank your water while he rubbed circles on the back of one of your hands. You never freaked out like you did right now, always collected and never giving into anxiety. What had happened to you?

Well, In your defense, you had never experienced a disaster either.

“The kids are safe; I’m never putting either of them in harm’s way ever again.”

Your mind did catch the plural in his statement but you promised yourself you would not let it get that far and continued drinking your water, emptying the entire glass.

“The HD image you just saw was by cameras Tony recently developed. His technology is amazing, I’ll take you to his lab sometime.” You appreciated his attempt to redirect the topic but you also focused on how tech-savvy his friends were as well.

You hummed and agreed, trying to be ambiguous with your answer.

When you finished your dessert, you hoped he’d forget about his ‘friend’ Tony but to no avail.

“His penthouse is two floors above. He owns this hotel as well in case you didn’t notice.” He led you to the elevator as you recalled the Starks Group logo you saw earlier sometime.

Some AI named Jarvis opened the elevator doors for you in the living room of Tony’s penthouse. It was even more magnificent than the restaurant earlier, the place illuminated by several hues of different colours. Steve chuckled and strung you along, introducing you to a ginger-head named Pepper, who was Tony’s date earlier and went to search for his acquaintance.

She offered you wine but you politely declined, opting for water instead. She brought your glass to you from the extravagant kitchen and you both sat on the barstool there instead of the living room. Too anxious to say the wrong thing, you stayed quiet until her voice filled the deafening silence.

“So, Steve almost never brings dates around. You two serious?” She questioned, leaning towards you, waiting for some gossip, no doubt.

“Oh no! We aren’t dating. He just invited me for a friendly dinner. We merely met the other week.” You deliberately left out the part where there was bombing by crime families and attack on the common man.

“Honey, in the mob life, you don’t just introduce random people to the fam.”

Oh, she wasn’t being shy about the whole mob ordeal. It seemed weird to hear it from her, since you and Steve hadn’t used the word yet. Maybe he figured you already knew considering the circumstances you met in or how famous he was.

“We really aren’t romantically involved. This dinner was just a gesture of gratitude if I’m being truthful.”

She chuckled, as if you were a kid making stories and quizzed, “Gratitude for what?”

You trapped yourself into that one. You didn’t know how to answer her and your brain downright blanked. Surprisingly,, Steve came to your rescue and two voices interposed your conversation.

Steve called your name and as you turned to the men, he continued, “She’s the one who saved Sarah the other night. You know the story, Wilson probably got it printed.”

“Impressive, really. Hey, I’m Tony and I see you’ve already met Pepper, my fiancée.” He shook your hand and kissed your knuckles, much like Steve did earlier in the day. You bowed, smiled and mumbled a ‘nice to meet you as well’. They escorted you to the elevator and Tony continued.

“Well, it’s not everyday Steve brings brave and extraordinarily attractive women around. Welcome to the family, sweetie. She’s a keeper, Cap.” He winked while saying the last sentence and before you could correct him, Steve ushered you inside the elevator, bro-hugging him. As the doors closed, Pepper winked at you from behind Tony and a shudder ran through you.

Okay you had to make it clear, get on the same page.

As the elevator music filled the silence, you started, “Steve, look we aren’t-”, “I served in the army, that’s why Tony calls me Cap, short for captain.” And crudely got interrupted.

“I never wanted to get into the army, I thought people were fools to sacrifice the one life they got. But I went to make my mother’s dream a reality, I really loved her, you know? Sarah is named after her, my mother.”

His voice broke at the end and as much as you wanted to redirect onto your former topic, you couldn’t. This amiability of yours would be the death of you.

“She died alone in her bed; I was dispatched too far away to even make it back for her funeral.” He mumbled but you heard him clear as a sunny day, and he leaned back onto the wall for support while you awkwardly rubbed his shoulder to return the support he provided earlier during your mental breakdown.

He closed his eyes and gathered himself, taking deep breaths. As the elevator dinged, his eyes opened and he gave you a strained smile.  

The car ride to his mansion was painfully silent, his mind too sidetracked to focus on harassing you again. With all that you went through today, you almost forgot about that.

His mansion was enormous, twenty guards stood outside and even more patrolled the lawn. He took you inside his house, the interior even more detailed and scenic than Tony’s temporary residence.

You just concentrated on swiftly getting Grace and Uber-ing back. As Steve showed you earlier, Grace and Sarah hugged and slept and it was a meticulous task to untangle their limbs without waking either of them up andnd get Grace with her back-pack. You thanked Wanda on the way out, hoping to avoid Steve but somehow he stood outside before you, leaning on his sleek black car. He opened the door for you before you could refuse the ride. You settled with Grace in the backseat itself, trying to be smart.

He just summoned one of his guards to drive and sat alongside you in the back. You didn’t let the annoyance at his clinginess show though. You just focused on Grace who drooled over your shoulder.

Hopefully, there won’t be any point of exposure to him ever again, your circles didn’t match, both social and professional. Your Venn diagrams didn’t overlap anywhere. This should be reason enough to avoid meeting ever again.

He didn’t try anything even this ride around. You doubted it was hardly because of the toddler or because of the driver. He did as he pleased, if he wanted to he could very well grope you. Luckily, he wasn't in the mood.

When you reached your dwelling, you stepped out hastily, thanking him in a whisper. You fumbled to get your keys out, but since everything you held slowed you down, he caught up with you without even trying.

He took and held Grace’s bag while you drew the keys out, Grace still on your hip. He handed you the bag back, “So this is it, I guess?”

“Yeah, tonight was a total delight. Thanks for the dinner and everything, really.” You put up your best façade, hoping to convince him.

“It was, thanks to you. The company matters the most.”

You awkwardly chuckled and you sensed him leaning in, his eyes flickering shut. Your eyes closed as you turned your head to avoid him, so that his lips would peck your cheek.

They never came.

Your eyes opened to find his and he chuckled, leaning in once again swiftly, catching you off guard this time. He didn’t meet your lips though, he kissed the corner of your mouth, lips overlapping for a fraction of skin.

“In due time, baby.” He stepped back and strolled to his car leisurely, content in his own world.

You opened your door and slammed it shut, the peck feeling wrong on so many levels. It felt more sensual than a lover’s kiss, leaving room for intimacy and longing.

Your thoughts ran a hundred kilometers an hour, the most absurd but nauseatingly true being, this was a date and it was not your last encounter.

Steve smirked outside in his car, the dinner an absolute success in his opinion. Tonight just made him feel that you both were more than compatible for each other. You needing him during your mental breakdown, him relaxing under your shy touch, Tony’s approval, not that important though, and your anxiety for Grace was the best part, because he, more often than he’d like to admit, fussed about Sarah the same way, agonizing and fretting her well being.

A text lit up his black screen and his grin widened even more if possible.

‘The Stark cameras are up and working, Sir.’

[shoutaaizawas]

↳ pro!hero bakugou katsuki x reader → safe

summary: you broke up with bakugou a month ago but you’re terrified and he’s the only person you can call tags/warnings: stalker and confrontation with said stalker, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending word count: 2,698 a/n: this is different from what i usually write but i like the way it came out.

Bakugou had been miserable for the past month. It was so stupid, he couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about. Maybe he had been too busy at work, wasn’t making enough time for you, or maybe he had said something rude without thinking. Whatever it was it had gotten out of hand so quickly. He said stuff he didn’t mean and before he knew it he was walking out of your shared apartment. He had been crashing at Kirishima’s apartment for the time being, he refused to get any of his stuff from his place. If he did that it felt like putting a nail in the coffin that was your relationship.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, your name popped up on the screen and he sighed. You were probably calling about getting his stuff, you had texted him before about it. He knew that ignoring you wasn’t the best tactic at getting back together but at this point, he didn’t know what to do. He tossed his phone down and went to the other room to finish doing his laundry.

He hated what happened, he hated being away from you. He couldn’t sleep, he could barely eat and it was starting to catch up to him. He felt sluggish and worn down and it was starting to affect his work. He needed to apologize but every time he wanted to call you he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Bakugou knew he would settle things with you eventually but it would take time. He didn’t want to lose you, you were his everything. You had been with him for so long, always supporting him and comforting him when he needed it but refused it from anyone else. He refused to lose you.

Bakugou would apologize to you, he just didn’t know when.

It had started a few days after Bakugou left, photos on your kitchen counter. At first, you thought Bakugou had been by when you were out and left something. Your heart fluttered in your chest, did he leave some thoughtful apology? You were dying to be back with him again but you couldn’t forgive him until he at least showed he was sorry.

Your heart dropped and froze in fear. They were pictures of you, leaving the house, ordering coffee, at work. There was a note with them. Finally he’s gone, you deserve better. Your hands shook as you held it up looking for any clue who left them but there weren’t any. You had gone to the police but they said there was nothing they could do until there was more evidence.

Maybe it was a sick prank from a friend. No, none of your friends would think that was okay. You prayed it was a one-time thing but a week later there were more. The photos were recent, from the day before. I’ve been watching you for a long time, we haven’t met but we will soon. The note made bile rise in your throat. You thought about calling Bakugou but your pride was still too strong and you couldn’t ask for Kirishima’s help either since you knew he was sheltering Bakugou at the moment. You knew the red-head wouldn't keep the information from him.

Another week and more photos. I love you, I’ll make you so happy. You already could barely sleep without Bakugou but with this fear gripping you, you couldn’t get any now. Every noise in the house, every shadow that moved nearly sent you into a panic attack. The police wouldn’t help, you felt so helpless.

It was dark out as you walked home from work. Your phone rang and you were quick to pick it up hoping it was Bakugou. You would give anything to feel safe in his arms again, to spend the evening watching TV curled up on the couch, to fall asleep on his chest lulled to sleep by the sound of his heart beating.

“It’s time. It’s finally time for us to meet, my love. I can’t wait.” The voice that came through the phone was unfamiliar but you immediately knew it was the man who had been stalking you. Before you could say anything he hung up.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you couldn’t breathe. You were terrified, more than you ever had been in your entire life. You called the only person that ever made you feel safe, stubbornness be damned. You knew he was always there for you, that he would protect you from anything even after everything that happened.

Bakugou’s phone rang and rang but there was no answer. You called him over and over but he didn't pick up. Tears began to stream down your face. Was he still so mad at you that he wouldn't answer your call? Or was he indifferent to you? Had he moved on? The thought of him at dinner with another woman denying your calls as you feared for your life sent a sting of pain through your chest. You kept calling as you reached your apartment, locking the door and putting a chair in front of it. If he had a key maybe that would help block it. You kept calling, praying that he would pick up. Hands shaking around your cell phone.

The doorknob turned and your heart stopped, the door opened but was stopped by the chair you had propped against it.

“What do you want?” Bakugou’s tone was harsh as usual.

“K-Katsuki, please oh my god. Help me please.” You sobbed into the phone. Fear and relief flooding through you. You were in danger now more than before but you had finally gotten ahold of Bakugou. “T-There’s a man trying to get into the h-house, he’s been stalking m-me.” You gasp through sobs.

“Let me in, love.” The man's voice comes through the door as it shakes and the chair begins to wiggle loose.

“Barricade the door then find somewhere to hide.” Bakugou is breathing heavy, you can hear his footsteps through the phone and you already know he’s on his way. Kirishima’s apartment isn’t far away but you wonder if Bakugou will be fast enough.

You slide a dresser from entryway in front of the door before darting off to your bedroom and diving to the ground. You crawl underneath the bed, the phone still clutched in your hand. You can hear Bakugou’s explosions, you know that he’s trying to get there as fast as possible. All he can hear are your sobs.

“Are you hidden?” He asks trying to keep his voice calm for you.

“Y-Yeah.” You answer, in the living room you can hear the furniture in front of the door being thrashed around. “I-I think he’s g-going to get in. Katsuki I’m so scared.” You cry. Tears are pouring down your face and terror has enveloped you fully. You wonder if this is the last time you’ll get to speak with the love of your life.

“I’m almost there okay, you’re going to be okay.” He says but you can still hear a tinge of fear in his voice. "Just take deep breaths okay, I won't let him hurt you."

"O-Okay," Your words are shaky but you try to do as he says.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I should be there at home with you. I should be protecting you. I didn’t mean anything I said. I love you so much.” He sounds so sad, so scared. It’s not a tone you hear from him often.

“I’m sorry, I should have said it sooner. Katsuki-”

A crash echoes through the house and you know that he’s inside.

“He’s inside, oh my god. He’s in our house.” You can’t help but cry, trying to keep your voice down.

“Just stay quiet, I’m almost there,” Bakugou begs.

You’re curled up under the bed, one hand clutching your phone to your ear and the other gripping the carpet for dear life. You try to keep your breaths shallow, hold in your sobs but you let a quite whimper out.

“You don’t have to be scared, my love.” The voice is in the room with you.

“Katsuki, I love y-” You whisper into the phone but it's cut off by your scream as you feel the man pull you by your ankle dragging you out.

“No!” Is the last thing you hear Bakugou scream through the phone as it clatters onto the ground.

Bakugou’s heart is pounding out of his chest. He’s almost there, running up the stairs to your floor faster than he’s ever moved before. This was all his fault, if only he had apologized then he would be home keeping her safe. If something happened to her, if she died- There would be no forgiveness for him. He wouldn’t deserve it. Every step he beats himself up more and more. Why hadn’t he just said sorry and gone home? It wasn’t worth their relationship and it wasn’t worth your safety.

He thinks about the ten missed calls he saw on his phone before picking up, he thinks about how scared you must have been thinking that no one would help you. Did you think he abandoned you? That he was ignoring you while you were terrified?

He finally gets to your floor, the door to your apartment is wide open and there's furniture scattered in the entryway. A piercing scream sends shivers down his spine. If he leaves a mark on you he won’t hesitate to kill him.

“Stop struggling, I’m here to help you. You deserve someone who cherishes you.” He hears a man’s voice from their bedroom. As he enters he sees the man shaking you harshly against the wall.

“You bastard, get your filthy hands off of her.” He growls out and he’s tearing him off of you before he realizes that Bakugou had entered.

All Bakugou can see is red as throws him to the ground. In a flash he's on top of him, punch after punch, blood covering his face. He can’t hold back, he can’t stop thinking about what could have happened if he was too late. Images of you harmed in different ways flash through his mind and it pushes him further.

“Katsuki-” Your quiet, broken voice pulls him from his cloud of violence. His attacks stop as he turns to look at you. You're on the floor against the wall, hands around your knees and your shaking so bad. Tears are running down your face non-stop and it breaks his heart more than anything ever has. He’s never seen you so scared in his whole life.

Katsuki can hear help arriving and he knows it’s safe for him to get up, the stalker is out cold on the ground covered in his own blood. He doesn’t deserve any more time from him. Not when the love of his life needs him.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Bakugou’s voice is soft as he gets on the ground with you, his hands reach out gingerly to brush against your shaking arms trying his best to soothe you. “I’m so sorry this is all my fault.”

You reach out grasping onto him like he’s a raft in the middle of the ocean. He envelops you in his arms and you feel a wave of relief rush over you. You’re safe now. Bakugou’s here and you're in his arms. No one can hurt you anymore. His hand smooths the hair down at the back of your head and your breathing begins to calm.

Bakugou had called for backup, they had taken the attacker away and sat you down to ask some questions before they left.

You sat at your dining room table next to Bakugou and it suddenly was so quite. Furniture still laid across the floor, you couldn’t look at the door without thinking of the fear that flooded you.

“Let’s go to a hotel for tonight,” Bakugou says softly and you remember just how perceptive he is. “I’ll grab you a bag of your stuff.” He says before giving you a glass of water. “Just try and relax, I’ll be quick.”

Bakugou doesn’t take long before he returns with two duffel bags and your favorite pillow in hand.

“C’mon baby.” He says taking your hand in his.

The hotel room is nice, far nicer than it needs to be. At the top of the building, you can peer out of floor-to-ceiling windows at the skyline. There’s a lot of space in the room itself decorated with nice furniture.

The bed is big and looks inviting especially with how tired your feeling right now. Bakugou is behind you, his hand running down your arm softly.

“Do you want to take a bath before bed?” He asks and you nod.

Bakugou leads you into the bathroom and starts the water. The tub is large and fancy, nice soaps and shampoos on the edge. He puts some soap in the water, bubbles forming.

“I’ll grab your bedclothes.” He says leaving the room. You strip down and get into the warm water. You close your eyes, sitting there with your knees drawn to your chest. The day is so unreal, it’s almost easy to pretend that you were just here with Bakugou for an anniversary or a trip. But the events of the day edge there way back into your mind.

“Shh,” You hear Bakugou shush you his hand rubbing the back of your neck. You didn’t realize he had returned, and you didn’t realize the tears streaming down your cheeks. He sits on the floor next to the tub, leaning over to press a kiss against your forehead.

He helps you wash your hair and dry off when you’re ready. He’s brought your favorite pair of bedclothes and you change into them. Both of you get ready for bed.

The bed is comfortable as it looks. Getting under the large fluffy covers is comforting. Bakugo slides in beside you. You don’t hesitate to scoot towards him till you’re pressed against his side.

“I can’t go back to our house.” It’s hard to come to terms with and even harder to say. A part of you is scared Bakugou will say that he isn’t coming back to you, that he can take the apartment and you can find someone else to live. You’re tearing up before he can even say anything.

His hand is against your cheek, wiping away the tears there as he draws you to his chest.

“We can look for a new place tomorrow.” He says simply. “That place was starting to feel too small anyway.”

“T-Thank you.” Your words are shaky as you look up at him. He pulls you onto his chest, his hand rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I’m sorry about what I said to you, I’m sorry for leaving, I’m sorry for not apologizing sooner. I failed you, I promised to protect you no matter what and I let you down.” His voice is hoarse with emotions.

“You saved me Katsuki.” You tell him.

“I should have been there, if I was there he never would have tried anything, and if he did he wouldn’t have gotten past the door.”

“What happened tonight was bad but I feel better knowing that he’s going to be locked away. If this didn’t happen I would have had someone stalking me and I never would have known.” You tell him. The thought of going about your life unknowingly being followed makes you sick.

“I’ll never leave you again. I promise you that. I’ll always be by your side.” He says, pulling you even closer. “I love you so much.” His eyes are pressed closed and you can practically feel the love coming off of him.

“I love you, Katsuki.” You return and your heart flutters at his declarations.

It would take a long time to recover from everything that had happened today but you know that Bakugou will be by your side through it all. That when he holds you in his arms it’s like a shelter from a raging storm.

You know that Bakugou Katsuki will always keep you safe.

[fruitcoops]

Could we please have a prequel to the praise kink fic? Because i really want to know why were Sirius and Remus not together and what did Remus send him. I really need context

I was hoping somebody would ask for this!! The aforementioned fic is here for any curious souls (18+ please) and SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for spicy texts (not exactly nudes), and smutty feelings with nothing explicit

The bus went over a bump and Sirius winced as his shins knocked against the back of the seat in front of him, connecting with the metal brace inside. “Fuck.”

“You sure you don’t want to switch?” James asked next to him. Sirius glanced down at the veritable wall of gear and empty snack bags between them, then back to James in disbelief. He shrugged, then set his headphones back over his ears. “Worth a shot.”

“Merde,” Sirius hissed as a pothole nearly took off his kneecap. He gritted his teeth and readjusted, drawing his legs closer to his chest. I want to be home, he thought, allowing himself an internal moment to whine.

He checked his phone—not even ten in the morning. It was a Saturday, so Remus would probably just be rolling out of bed, still sleepy and soft with his hair sticking up like a disgruntled cat’s. Sirius sighed heavily and stared out the window at the small town rolling past in the distance; there was little he wouldn’t give to be back with him instead of on the way to a full week of conferences.

“Why did we have to win the Cup?” he grumbled.

James lifted one side of his headphones. “What?”

“Nothing.”

It wasn’t like they had had much time to themselves before that, either—Sirius’ schedule was packed with interviews that felt more like interrogations, and Remus had been running the PT department mostly by himself while Moody took a well-deserved vacation. They were dead on their feet every night, worked to the bone with little energy left to do more than cuddle and fall asleep. Still, Sirius was grateful for every second of it.

He waited ten more minutes before giving in.

New Message To: Re

Bonjour mon loup <3

There was no immediate response, which made sense, though he was a little bit disappointed. Sirius closed his eyes and tried to make himself relax; it would be at least another six hours before they arrived at their destination, and the bad weather gathering overhead didn’t bode well for quick travel.

His phone buzzed gently and he scrambled to answer. Don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg—

New Message From: Re

Morning love!

Thanks for the bagels <3

“Fuck yes,” Sirius said under his breath. The bagels had been a last-minute decision as he crept through the house in the early hours of the morning after carefully detaching himself from Remus with a final half-asleep farewell kiss. There was no guarantee he would remember breakfast with everything going on, so Sirius figured it was a safe bet to toast them and leave them on the countertop before heading out.

Message To: Re

Pas de problem

Sleep well?

Message From: Re

Decent

Missed you :(

Sirius rested his temple against the cold window with a soft sound. He hated leaving at different times, but that was just how their life worked at the moment.

Message To: Re

Missed you too <3

Three small dots appeared for a long moment before vanishing without a trace just as his heart rate began picking up. Where’d you go? he almost wondered aloud. Something bumped his arm and James raised a quizzical brow. “Loops,” Sirius said by way of explanation.

“I figured. He okay?”

“I think so? He just…disappeared on me.” Sirius was well-aware of how plaintive he sounded—James’ teasing smile was completely unnecessary.

“Aw, Cap,” he laughed, reaching over to mess with his beanie until Sirius slapped his hand away. “It’s alright, buddy, it’s just a couple days.”

Sirius jammed his hat back on his head and flicked James on the unprotected bit of his ear, making him yelp. “Fuck off, I know you’ll be a mess as soon as Lily FaceTimes with my godson.”

“He has a name, you know.”

“Sorry. You’ll be a mess as soon as she FaceTimes with Pocket Pots, who happens to be my godson.”

James rolled his eyes. “I regret giving you that title.”

“Nah, you don’t.”

As if on cue, his phone lit up again; Sirius ignored James’ snickering as he quickly unlocked it.

New Message From: Re

When will you be at the hotel?

“That’s it?” he muttered.

Message To: Re

That was a lot of typing for one sentence

6-7 hrs, if the weather holds

Why?

Message From: Re

Sorry lmao Reg came in for a bit

Just curious :) Keep me updated?

Message To: Re

Will do <3

Tell Reg he needs to wash his sheets. It’s been over a month.

A small thumbs-up emoji was his only answer, and he tried not to be too bummed. Remus liked having things to do; sitting there and texting Sirius while he slowly got further and further away was probably not his preferred way to spend a morning. With a sigh that was likely a bit too dramatic for the situation he was in, Sirius faced the window once more and buckled in for a long ride.

He chatted off and on with the others when they stopped for lunch, but everyone was exhausted from the combination of a packed week and an early morning. Even Talker stayed fairly quiet, and James kept his headphones on for most of the trip.

Sirius finally succumbed to his tiredness and put some music on, then dozed for an hour or three while they traveled through yet another field. A few halfhearted calls of “cows” made their way around the bus, though nobody seemed particularly enthused about being packed in with double the gear due to a broken storage compartment. Donuts and gas station coffee could only do so much.

“Just crossed the state border,” Arthur called from the front of the bus as Sirius tried to ignore the cramping in his thighs. Three hours. Just three more.

His music was interrupted by a soft jingle alert and he pulled his phone out, hoping against hope that Regulus hadn’t caused a fire anywhere. It was unlikely given the…well, everything about him, but with Sirius’ luck it could happen.

New Message From: Re

How far?

Message To: Re

About 3 hrs. Ran into some detours

Good day?

Remus remained silent on the other end and Sirius frowned. That was rather rude, and highly unusual. Between the two of them, Remus was the one who kept conversations going past the initial question to be answered.

Message From: Re

Attachment: 1 Image

Love you! Call me when you get there : )

Sirius opened the attachment and almost threw his phone in utter shock. Skin. Bare skin everywhere, its smooth edges broken up only by tight black fabric that may as well have been painted onto the curve of Remus’ ass. “Oh my god,” he whimpered, voice barely audible even to his own ears. It had been taken in their bedroom mirror; Remus looked over his shoulder, and Sirius caught the corner of a devious smirk on his lips. “Oh, you fucker.”

Message From: Re

Thoughts? They’re cozy

Message To: Re

Did you miss the part where I said three (3) hours

Message From: Re

Nope

Second one is a guessing game and u get a prize if u get it right : )

The second photograph was more zoomed-in than the first and Sirius wracked his brain, running through his mental catalogue of Remus’ body to figure out the answer. It did absolutely nothing to calm the situation in his pants.

He had no idea what the promised prize was, but anticipation made his hands shake slightly as he carefully scanned the picture. The shadows caught it at an odd angle—it wasn’t the steady slopes of his face or neck, nor was it the strong curve of a shoulder. Not enough freckles, either, he thought.

A lightbulb lit in the back of his mind.

Message To: Re

Right hip

Another thought connected half a second later.

Holy fuck you took them off

Is that my prize?

Re?

Remus Lupin I swear to god

TEXT ME BACK

Message From: Re

Bingo!

Christ you’re impatient, I was gone for like 2 mins

He chanced a look toward Pots, whose head lolled to the side as he snored.

Message To: Re

Hey quick question why are you like this

It’s a good thing Pots is out cold bc this bus is too small to hide anything

Message From: Re

Haha sux to be you

Sirius’ cheeks heated with a whole cocktail of different emotions as he furiously typed a response.

Message To: Re

‘Sux to be you’???

Are you 13 yrs old????

Message From: Re

Do you want your prize or not u horndog

Message To: Re

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

He took a deep breath through his nose and flexed his fingers.

Yes please

A simple smiley face—Sirius would never see those things the same—popped up, followed by an audio file. He triple-checked that his headphones were plugged in before tapping ‘play’ with an unsteady thumb.

His face went very, very hot before all the blood went straight to his groin and he closed his eyes, covering his mouth with his hand. Breathy sounds came through the heavy earphones, a little more crackly than they would be in-person; he heard Remus’ gasp catch in his throat and crossed his legs as best he could in the too-small seat, torn between thanking and cursing any higher power. He could practically see Remus’ face in his mind’s eye as the noises continued, intermixed with fragments of desperate words.

The file came to an end after what felt like the blink of an eye and a hundred years, and Sirius did not look away from the violently red seat cushion in front of him for a long moment as his brain came back online. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on.

He took a few deep breaths, though it did nothing to erase the poorly-muffled whines that still rang between his ears like church bells. Sirius huffed and turned to grab his waterbottle out of his duffel, only to make direct eye contact with Finn across the aisle.

Sirius froze.

Finn grinned.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed, too low to wake James but just loud enough to carry over the four feet separating them. Finn’s smile widened. “Stop it. Stop it right now.”

“How’s Loops?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“That good, huh?”

“O’Hara, I swear to god—”

“Oh, is Cap spilling secrets?” Kasey asked, poking his head over the back of the seat.

Finn opened his mouth, but the force of Sirius’ glare must have been enough to at least intimidate him a little, because he shook his head. The smug Cheshire grin remained. “Nah, just having a chat about our plans when we get home.”

Kasey groaned. “You’re a lucky man, O’Hara. Both your people get to come with you. Nat sent me a promise, like, twenty minutes ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I won’t be available tonight from six to eight if anyone was wondering.”

“Did she really?” Finn looked back to Sirius, who bit the inside of his cheek and tried to keep his cool. Two and a half hours, and then he would be safe. Just two and a half more hours.

[ratmonky]

Stranger Danger

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: non-con

AO3 Link

Don’t trust strangers on the internet.

Just like how they taught you not to walk off with someone you didn’t know, it was the first thing your parents lectured you about when you started using the family computer. Simple. Stay away from the people who tried to befriend you because they were probably out to get you.

That was why you were wary of making friends online when you first started using the computer, scared that someone might kidnap you through the screen.

Pfft, you had quite an imagination when you were little.

Your parents were also a little too paranoid, of course, you had to be careful on the internet as they told you but there was nothing wrong with making friends. The internet brought people of the same interests together and it helped many people like you who had a hard time making friends start talking to others. Especially with helping you find many sorcerer students like yourself.

You had many friends now, some you video chatted and some you even had met in person.

Today, you were going to meet another one of your friends in person. Another sorcerer college student around the same age as you. You had met Kokichi on one of those sorcerer dating websites and instantly hit it off from the moment you had met before becoming more than friends.

Although his webcam never worked or how he was always out of breath while talking to you, it didn’t stop the two of you from falling in love.

Kokichi lived in Kyoto, far away from where you lived, and trying to manage a long-distance relationship was hard. That was why he had suggested that the two of you met in Kyoto and tried to see if you felt the same about him after meeting in person. If you liked him even after meeting him in person, then your relationship could progress into something more.

You blushed thinking about moving in with him. Ahh, wouldn’t that be wonderful!

Shaking your head you tried to stop yourself from daydreaming and park your car where Kokichi had told you to. Apparently, the parking rules in Kyoto were different than in your city, you had to find a parking lot almost far outside of the city so you wouldn’t get a ticket.

It took you two hours to get here using the highway. Although you would have rather taken the train or bus, it was a lot faster to drive. It took you another fifteen minutes to get to your meeting point with him after you took a taxi.

Kokichi didn’t pick up his phone. You had been trying to reach him since this evening. You weren’t sure if he was already standing next to the alley of the bar your cab driver dropped you off a little while ago or if he was late.

Sick of waiting, you took out your pack of cigarettes and walked deeper into the alley to check. After taking a cigarette out and putting it between your lips, you lit the tip, inhaling deeply.

You were going to scold him for making you wait. A laugh escaped you at the thought of Kokichi telling you how he had explained to you that he was taking the train and it would be slower than you driving here or something along those lines.

Well, it would be a nice icebreaker.

While you were busy smoking and lost in your thoughts, sharp pain to the side of your head made you stumble forward. You dropped your cigarette and before you knew it your knees gave up under you, making you crumple to the ground as your vision went dark.

~~~

You froze. Not wanting to move or open your eyes until you could recall what had happened.

There were faint sounds of grunting. The next thing you noticed was the smell. Earthy, cold, and coppery. You tried to identify the foreign smell as you become aware of the tingling from between your legs. It had started to hurt, your hips felt sore and your eyelids felt heavier than usual.

The grunting sounds were soft and you could easily recognize the other sounds aside from it. It was like gears moving, a machine, closer to the sounds your door made when it wasn’t oiled up well, creaking and kinda ringing...

You had probably left the television on, slowly, you opened your eyes.

All you saw was dark, your back felt cold against something metallic. Your back was being roughly rubbed against your metal. What? It was hard for you to understand what was going on. With a pathetic attempt to move your legs, you only felt them being held tightly. There were splashing sounds, your ass was splashing against water. Tears started streaming down your face. you still couldn’t comprehend what was happening but you could feel it. You started to panic as the sudden realization of something thick and firm moving hastily inside you hit you hard.

Opening your eyes, you stared at a man in bandages who was kneading the soft flesh of one of your breasts, his mouth on the other, sucking your nipple in his mouth. You felt his hot tongue swirl around your nipple and an involuntary moan left your lips.

The sharp smell of the medical liquid made you nauseous as you remembered what had happened. But you had to stay calm and try to understand where you were.

You began to panic, trying to move your muscles but you could barely move. Strained, fear of the darkness drove you to move your limbs slightly. You threw your head back in shame and noticed the robot that was holding you instead of looking at the man inside the bathtub of medical liquid. Finally having your mind schooled back online, you started to notice your surroundings. First of all, you were in a cave-like place, being held by a robot by the back of your knees and the robot was moving you up and down on this man’s-

Another moan left your lips when the man’s cock hit a good spot. Glaring at the man, you tried moving your arms that hung slack by your sides but your limbs were weaker than you had realized. Your legs wouldn’t move either, your entire body felt sore.

There was nothing you could do as the robot lowered you up and on this man’s cock other than try to understand what had happened.

You stayed limp in the robot’s arms and took it as your assaulter kept furiously fucking you like a rabid dog in heat with the help of the robot. While the robot lowered you onto his cock and leaned forward for a second, you felt his hand reach to the back of your head and pull you down forcefully to crash your lips against yours as he used the same hand to run his fingers through your hair. He let out a quiet groan into the kiss and lolled out his tongue to lick your face, leaving a trail of his drool that chilled your skin. His hand in your hair crept between your bodies and he flicked a finger on your clit.

Jolting, you bit back a moan.

“The pictures on your profile didn’t do you any justice,” he spoke, planting kisses on your chest. “You’re so much prettier in person.”

Out of a sudden, it clicked.

“Kokichi?” His name broke into a moan as the robot slammed you down onto his cock. The robot was still bouncing you on his cock but to him, it wasn’t enough, he needed more. He had to feel more of you.

The robot dropped you in the bathtub, on top of Kokichi with his cock deep inside you. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck so you wouldn’t sink deeper into the bathtub. The medical liquid inside was cold, it made you shiver but Kokichi’s body was warm. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

“I can’t move my lower body without Mechamaru, I need you to comply.” His tone was impatient, the arm around you was trying to guide you to move your hips.

A grunt left you from the massive effort it took just to move your arm. Finally, you managed to move your arms, although it was heavy and almost impossible, luckily you succeeded. You shook your head, weakly pushing him away from yourself but as tiny, the bathtub was you didn’t have much space. Kokichi wasn’t going to let you move away from him either, he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you back, the liquid inside splashed from the force.

He groaned and you saw Mechamaru move again. The robot’s hands grabbed you from under your armpits, lifting you up and pushing you down onto Kokichi. He had his arm around you, moving your hips freely as he wanted since your weight had lightened thanks to his robot.

Your gummy walls clenched around his cock as you squirmed uselessly. He was breathing slowly and evenly while he carefully pulled you down for another sloppy kiss, paying no attention to your whimpers or the tears streaming down your face.

“You look so erotic when you cry,” he grunted, his hand moving to squeeze your cheeks together until your lips puckered. “Makes me wanna ruin you.”

You glared at him through your tears as he licked your tears that had streamed down to your cheeks before kissing you hungrily. He was inexperienced, you could tell from the way your teeth clashed and how desperately he tried to snake his tongue down your throat for no reason.

Mechamaru started frantically bouncing you on Kokichi’s cock, taking you by surprise. The irregular pace was gone, now, he was fucking you frenziedly, making sure that your gummy walls took the shape of his cock. After a particular spot his cock stroked, your pussy squeezed around him, causing you to moan into the kiss.

He broke the kiss, groaned loudly as your gummy walls started spasming around his cock. His bandaged hand went to grab your hip tightly to move you on his cock forcibly.

Medical fluid splashed and splattered on the ground each time you slammed yourself on his cock frantically with Mechamaru’s help.

You gasped in pleasure, your body was getting aroused. He must have noticed it because a smug grin spread on his lips before Mechamaru pounded you on Kokichi’s throbbing cock.

The knot of pleasure building in your gut quickly took over your senses, your gummy walls clenched around his cock and your muscles inside started pulsating.

Kokichi was caught off guard by your cunt trying to milk him for all he was worth. His cock twitched inside you as he lost control of Mechamaru who abruptly dropped you onto his cock. With a wanton moan, you wrapped your arms wrapped around him to balance yourself. His cock throbbed inside your pussy and thick spurts of cum burst inside your womb.

It continued coming out until you felt it overflow. As if he had been saving everything he got for this moment.

You went limp on his lap with his arm barely holding you up. Still, Kokichi managed to press a kiss against your temple, silently promising to keep you safe from the strangers on the internet from now on.

Or rather, he wanted to keep you for himself. Kokichi, as someone who had grown up on the internet, was desensitized to many things. He had no idea how women worked and most of the things he had learned about sex were from hardcore porn. Sometimes from even a more disturbing genre of porn. Having you here with him was something he had planned for a long time. He had been patient, patient, and patient. There was no way he was going to let you go. No, not when he finally had a taste of you. He wasn’t going to be only an internet friend or someone you met online who you got to be more than friends. He was going to be something a lot more than that. Perhaps, a boyfriend. Yeah, that had a nice ring to it.

One thing was for sure, the two of you weren’t going to be in a long-distance relationship anymore.