#also you KNOW this crowd wouldn’t be happy if it was the other big actual play show
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Absolutely buck wild to see scalpers trying to resell D20 Live tickets for more than T Swift tour prices and then turn to see ttrpg twitter celebrating it as some kind of “win” proving the industry is thriving.
#pretending concert scalping and event fees aren’t a major industry issue just to hype your faves!#very normal#also you KNOW this crowd wouldn’t be happy if it was the other big actual play show#but we’re not allowed to notice or say that apparently#locked cause I’m just being salty#please dont buy D20 Live tickets from a scalper for $2500#the price will probably come down and it doesn’t help ANYONE but the assholes who use bots to mass buy tickets#luck’s personal opinions
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First Win
Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: in which Lando's first win helps the two of you finally get together
Warnings: swearing, my utter HAPPINESS AND AWE THAT LANDO WON, also not edited bc i wanted to post it as soon as possible
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: you guys dont UNDERSTAND how fucking happy i am im literally sobbing oh my GOD
You were pushing your way through the crowd, trying to find Lando, all the while your heart was fucking soaring. You were so proud of him, probably one of your closest friends, finally achieving this incredible success in his career. He deserved all of it and more, and you were so proud of him.
Getting P8 yourself, you weren’t upset with your score, though you could have done better, but it seemed insignificant compared to Lando’s win and how excited you were for him. You knew you probably wouldn’t get to talk to him until much later; he was the star of the day, a very busy man with hundreds of people demanding his attention, but you hoped for at least a look of him, maybe if you were lucky a smile, to show your utter joy of him winning.
The grid was packed, however, and even with your status as a driver it was still a challenge getting through the swarms of people. You pushed and shoved, mumbling apologies, almost desperate to see your friend before he went on the podium.
You and Lando were close. Even for co-workers you guys had a special relationship. You just clicked, able to understand each other without having to work for it. Even only actually knowing each other for a few years you felt you’d known him for a lifetime.
Sure, there may have been some… other feelings towards him that you harboured, but you refused to let them risk your friendship with Lando so you kept them hidden, shoved deep inside you and pretended to be ignored, even though in reality they seemed to have a chokehold on you.
You didn’t know if Lando felt the same and honestly weren’t sure if you wanted to know. You already had this incredible relationship with him, this understanding you shared with no one else, and you weren’t willing to risk it for anything, even to end the aching longing you felt sometimes when looking at him.
You finally managed to push your way through the crowd, now at the edge of a couple fences blocking the part of the grid where only certain F1 employees were able to be. Usually you wouldn’t have been able to go, what with you receiving an eighth position and not a podium, but you were determined to see Lando closer, maybe even give him a quick hug.
You were just so fucking proud of him, and you didn’t know what to do with the overwhelming feeling. He’d opened up to you multiple times in the past, confessing his feelings of failure, of being unable to get a win and how much that affected him, how shameful he was because of it. You knew how much his lack of wins haunted him and his career, so to gain a win, to achieve something like this, it was truly amazing, and your pride for him was overflowing.
You managed to wheedle your way through the fences, using your driver status and known close friendship with Lando to your advantage, slipping through and immediately looking around for the Miami Grand Prix winner.
You followed the sound of cheering, rounding a corner to find the massive group of Mclaren employees behind a small fence, with Lando on top of them crowd surfing, laughing and looking like the happiest man alive.
Today he was exactly that.
You stood to the side, grinning like a maniac seeing Lando so happy. Your heart was near bursting, you couldn’t stop smiling even if you wanted to. You stayed silent though, not wanting to drag attention to yourself and get kicked out, but seeing him so fucking happy was more than enough for you.
So when Lando distractedly glanced around, a joyous smile on his face, and saw you, his smile widening, your heart warmed. You told yourself it was nothing big, but when he left his team to walk over to you, jog over, actually, your smile turned even bigger.
“Congratulations,” you exclaimed before leaping into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around his neck. His own hands came up to hug you back, holding you tightly against him. “I’m so fucking proud of you Lando.”
Lando squeezed you tighter, still not letting go. You were more than content to stay in his arms, pressing your head into the crook of his neck, ignoring the flashing cameras that would be following Lando for the rest of the day.
When the two of you eventually pulled back, however reluctantly, Lando was beaming. He looked gorgeous like that, genuinely happy, nothing able to bring down his mood. He was riding the high of winning, still heavily influenced by the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Maybe what was why he kissed you, in front of millions of people, taking them and you by surprise. Or maybe it was because he was having the perfect fucking day, and having you in his arms would have made it all the more better.
Either way you were certainly taken off guard as Lando stared at you for a split-second, eyes tracing your face before they landed on your lips, and then the next second he was leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.
There was an onslaught of noise as he did it, the cameras going crazy, people yelling and cheering, yet it was all distant. All you could focus on was Lando’s soft lips against yours, dragging his mouth across your own.
You kissed him back without thinking, your hands snaking back around his neck. His hand gripped your waist, tugging you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking your lower lip and forcing you to swallow a moan lest you want the whole world to hear it.
Lando had the gall to grin against your lips, no doubt hearing your gasp before you could muffle it completely. You pulled back, giving him a ‘what the fuck man’ stare and he just shrugged, keeping his hand firmly around your waist.
You shook your head but your emotions were in overdrive, everything inside you screaming for more. You pressed your head into the crook of his neck again, hearing his soft chuckle as his hands roamed your back.
“We are having a very serious talk after this,” you whispered in his ear.
He paused, before whispering back, “good or bad?”
You pulled back to stare at Lando, his curls sticking to his forehead from sweat, his eyes alight with an excitement you hadn’t seen in a while, his face slightly red from exertion and happiness.
You smiled at him. “Definitely good.”
Lando grinned and pulled you back for another kiss, blatantly ignoring the paparazzi around you. He murmured into your lips, “I’m so fucking lucky.”
You couldn’t help but ask, “how so?”
He grinned against your lips again. “Winning the race and the girl in one day.”
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"Now that's where you’re wrong, baby. Your mine. Anything you do is my buisness."
Toji Fushiguro x Reader
slight angst + fluff + smut + happy ending + Toji and Reader being down bad for each other :)
Summary: Toji and Reader have been on and off. Yet they have never made it official on what their “relationship” actually was. After an argument, the pair finds themselves being distanced away from each other for a whole 2 months. For the whole 2 months, Reader has been avoiding Toji. When Gojo’s birthday party happens, Toji has had enough when he catches you locking lips with him on the dance floor.
Today marks the 67th day of you avoiding Toji. 67 days without being in bed with him, 67 days without his dick in you, and 67 days without him spoiling you with all the love and affection you desperately needed.
You missed him more than anything.
Apart of you was so close to text him, and to send that “i miss you, please come over.” message. But you had to put yourself first for once. You came to your senses that you wouldn’t waste another 6 months with a man, just for him to call your “relationship” friends with benefits.
Therefore, you blocked him.
You didn’t know what you were doing now. The party you were attending was one you didnt even want to be at, yet here you were. Dancing along side with your friends.
The whole room starting reeking of alcohol and weed, and other stuff that you couldn't put your mind into thinking of it. You were for sure catching a headache from all substances creating in one setting into your senses.
"Fuck i gotta pee." You held your stomach, the slight feeling of needing to throw up occurred to you. Yumi, who was your long term friend and roommate next you held your back and looked at you worried.
"You okay? I'll take you to the bathroom if you need." She offers.
You shake your head and sent a smile her way easing her feels of worrying. The beating in your head wouldn't stop, but you managed to still get by when you starting moving away from the group to find the restroom.
Pushing past others was also a hassle. You encountered others sexually dancing with others, and pushed past the larger groups that were blocking entry ways into spaces you needed to get by.
You walked into the main entrance where many other were crowding around, letting others into the house. You knew there was a bathroom near by there.
Something then caught your eye once you got a clear view of one of the couches, near the entry way. There was two girls, one boy on one couch. One girl was on top of his lap above his crotch, while the other girl was next to him kissing those lips that were once kissing you, and your body.
His raven hair, the baby hairs falling into place infront of his face dangling slightly hinting the other girl he was making out with.
One of his large hands traveled down onto the girl that was on him, slithering down her back and into her ass, giving it tight squeezes. The other hand was cupping the girl he was kissing face, holding it roughly. You shouldn't be watching this, but suddenly you felt a burning sensation build up in your body, most likely your chest.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You cursed to yourself. The first time you’ve glanced at him, Toji. Was when you catch him having a three way with two random girls.
You didn’t even notice your eyes watering. He used to touch you like that.
He opened his eyes, glancing at you with a gentle smirk forming as he continued to kiss the girl beside him, observing your shift in movement at the intensity of his gaze. He watched as your jaws clenched with a hint of jealousy. He was enjoying this.
You sucked in a deep breathe before walking in a fast pace back into the crowd, looking for anyone in general that could keep you company and calm you down at once.
Him thinking this shit was funny was what pissed you off the most.
Satoru and Suguru, who happened to be by the drinks near the kitchen were around a big group of people. Some girls ogling over Satoru, Suguru beside him was selling. Their eyes were settled on you once they saw you enter their gaze, as you walked over to get a cup of alcohol drinking it straight away.
Satoru quickly walked over to you, ignoring the others who were protesting he come back to receive more gifts from others that came to celebrate his birthday. Before you can drink anymore, he snatched the drink from you and looked down at you with a confused tone.
"Easy—easy there love. You good?" He rubbed your shoulder making you look back up him. You ignored the pet name, even though you were slightly blushing and continued to have small talk.
"It's nothing, i was just thirsty." you replied.
He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you uncertainly. The birthday crown that was over his head was slightly falling off the one side of his head. You scanned around the room and sucked in your teeth, trying to see if Yumi was around. No sign of her in your vision.
You ignored it and looked up at Satoru, plastering a somewhat forced smile on your face, sheltering the feeling of hurt you felt towards the scene you once saw before walking towards him.
You wanted Toji back. Desperately. But your pride for yourself, and self confidence was getting in the way. You needed to provide for yourself for once.
Satoru places one of his hands against your lower back, gently rubbing circles as he looked at you with a gentle expression. He knew you were upset about something, but he couldn't understand what you were upset about that would ruin your night so easily.
Your eyes lit up at an idea. You wrapped your arms around Satoru’s neck and pulled him down until your lips slightly made contact with his ears.
"Satoru.. would you like to dance with me?" You asked in a seducing tone. One that made his hold on you tighten bringing you closer to him. A smirk appears on his lips.
When you pulled away waiting for an answer, his low eyes looked at you with a hint of lust. He smiled and gave you a small nod before holding an arm around your waist, leading you towards the dance floor.
Once you were in the center, a place where you knew Toji would see you, you placed your arms around Satoru and started to move along with him. His large hands slithering down your frame and running against your ass, giving them slight squeezes.
When you looked over his shoulder, you noticed a few girls looking at you with a hint of jealousy running through their expressions. No sign of Toji yet.
You sent delicate kisses over Satoru’s neck. One hand left his waist as he cupped your jaw just so he could whisper in your ear.
"Y'Know, this is dangerous. Your lil boyfriend can pop out of no where and beat the shit out of me for dancing with you." He smirked.
You shook your head, talking into his ear once more.
“Boyfriend? no, no no. It wasn’t like that the second he fucked up.” You murmured.
He pulled away to meet your eyes. Leaning his face closer into your face, before asking you one question that made you know what you wanted at the moment on the dance floor.
"Oh, so he won't mind me kissing you?"
You shook your head and placed your lips on his. His other hand grabbed the back of your head to pull you closer into the kiss than you already are; deepening the kiss. He bit your lower lip and continued to suck on it, making you moan into his mouth.
He slithered his tongue into your mouth as the make-out session continued. Satoru’s big hands running down the sides of your dress, letting his hands touch, studying every curve they came across giving them small squeezes.
You opened your eyes to get a glimpse around you. Toji came to your vision as he watched you and his friend make out willingly in-front of him. You did as he did, smirked in-front of his face and continued to bring Satoru closer than he already was.
Toji was willingly wanting to go over to you both and push him off of you. But he couldn't, he was frozen on the spot and upset, obviously glaring at you both with a beam of hatred.
He didn’t know why he continued to watch. Maybe it’s his sick mind imagining that it was him making out with you instead of that Jack-Frost wannabe.
He distanced himself from you both, going his own way to deny his own feelings of jealousy that he definitely has because of Satoru. You chucked to yourself and gave your attention back to Satoru, happily kissing him which he obligated back.
"Is this my birthday present from you, baby?" Satoru questioned against your lips.
You giggled and nodded your head. "Yeah if you want it to be."
The two of you continued to have small talk for the next hour, having fun and keeping each other company. Happily.
"We should probably stop before things get hectic, Toji over there looks pissed." Satoru laughed out nervously as he looked over your shoulder to look back at Toji, who was giving him an intimidating hateful glare.
You frowned but nodded in agreement. "Alright, give me one more kiss though."
He agreed and pulled you down into one more kiss, roaming his hands down onto your body once more to remember the feeling of being able to do something like those with you.
After a few minutes, you pulled away from him and followed him as you made your way back over to your friends group.
"Hold up, i'm gonna freshen up real quick. I'll meet your with the others soon." You told Satoru, who nodded his head and pushed past the crowd to get back with his friends.
The music changed and started playing "Persian Rugs by PartyNextDoor." You loved this song with a passion. Everyone in the room began to get hyped and continued to dance with others, the lights changing color as smoke consumed most of the area.
You quickly made your way into the bathroom and shut the door, lucky you pushed past the big line of people that needed to use the bathroom. You walked up to the mirror and placed both hands on the counter looking back at your reflection, letting out a big sigh. Your lipstick was slightly smudged, which made you put your thumb at the smudged part to wipe of the left over lipstick. You eyed your figure, and your dress. Your lucky you've gotten this dress, even if it was a bit tight you loved it. It was one of your favorites to wear at a party.
A few bangs hit the bathroom door, signaling you to hurry up. You rolled your eyes and took your handbag and placed it over your shoulder before placing your hand on the doorknob to twist it open. Kento , who was outside the door looked down at you with a surprised look, which turned into a apologetic look after.
"Whoops, sorry y/n. Didn't know you were in here." He apologized before pushing through to get in the bathroom.
"It's fine, Kento." You began to walk away. This time in a different direction than where you were supposed to go. Instead of going back to the dance floor you decided to walk further into the house. You've never been in Satoru’s family home before, why not take advantage and give yourself a house tour for yourself?
You walked down the hallway and walked into a led light room, filled with many different colors that were covering the room with its light. There was not many people inside, besides a few people you recognized that went to the same college as you.
As you walked further, you noticed how beautiful Satoru’s family home actually is. It's well decorative, insanely expensive, and it has beautiful lighting all around the rooms.
You felt someone tug at your wrist which startled you. Before you can get a look at the person you were lifted up by the waist and thrown over someone's shoulder, as if you were a sack of nothing. The man's muscular arms were around your legs while you turned to look at the person who began walking away with you over his shoulder.
"What the fuck— hey let me go!" You punched at the persons back. It was hard to see who the person was, he kept taking you both through dark rooms making it hard to make out the person features. That was until he brought you both into a bedroom and closed the door behind him, locking it. Now you were afraid, you were growing a anxious feeling in your stomach that made you want to scream.
That was until you looked up at the person who brought you into the room. The larger man’s large hands pushed down on your waist as you were pinned against one of the walls in the bedroom. He looked upset, his glare looking down at you sent shivers down your spine as you kept avoiding his gaze.
It was Toji fucking Fushiguro.
He placed his hand under your chin and shifted your head to meet his eyes, placing his forehead against yours.
"So, you getting at my friend now?" His low voice murmured against your head. His hot breathe hitting your face in doing so. You looked up at him with an upset gaze.
"Don't act stupid. Actin like you weren't having a three way with two girls you probably don't know. And anyways, anything i do with Satoru is none of your business." You explained and tried getting out of him grasp. You wanted to walk out the door, and have your own fun. Without him ruining it.
"Now that's where your wrong, baby. Your mine. Anything you do is my buisness." He told you, bringing down his head to place small, delicate kisses onto your neck.
Your legs were gonna give out, there was a heat building up in between your thighs which made you slightly rub them together.
"I'm not yours, now leave me alone. Don't ruin my night please." You pleaded.
He ignored your statement and continued kissing your neck. He noticed how you rubbed your thighs which made him smirk. The next move he did was placing his knee in between your legs, making connections with your crotch.
“Y-You broke my heart Toji. I fucking hate you for that.” Your throat began clogging up as your hands clenched into a fist.
Toji moved his kisses up from your neck, and kissed the shell of your ear. Before muttering soft words you’d never though you would ever hear again.
“‘m so sorry, my baby. ‘m a fuckin idiot for letting you go. You’re my only girl.” He apologized, thinking it would atleast make you feel better.
That was until he felt a few sniffles against his shoulder. His world stopping as he now feels tears seeping through his jacket. Then he remembers when he saw you watch him make out with a few randoms. His poor girl, probably couldn’t handle the scene she saw.
"Those girls meant nothing to me, all i want is you. But you made it more difficult when you blocked me." He stated into your ear. The smell of his cologne was all you can smell.
He picked you up by the waist and made his way onto the bed. Unknowingly to you, the bedroom was Satoru’s. Toji knew what he was doing when he dragged you into this room.
As he sat down, he placed you on his lap making you wrap your arms around his neck so you didn't fall down.
"Don't lie, w-what d’ya even want from me?" You stuttered, a heat of embarrassment rose inside your chest.
He rubbed his hands up and down your body, eyeing at how much skin you were showing from your dress. Then, his hands slithered down to your bare legs and rubbed them aswell.
You looked so beautiful. As if an angel just appeared into his eyes.
He kissed your forehead and place his head against yours before looking down at your lips.
"I want you, sweetheart." He admitted. You wanted to pull away and deny everything. But honestly, you missed his touch. And you missed fucking him.
You placed your hands under his jaw and pulled him into a kiss. Your lips sucking at his bottom lip making him softly grin at your actions. His hands were on your waist, moving and guiding your hips above his crotch. You felt his clothes budge under your crotch as well.
His hands that were roaming your bare legs lifted up the dress you wear wearing, taking it off your frame making you pull away from him. He looked into your lustful eyes as he unclothed you.
His cheeks were slightly red, from the slight movement you've been making that's gotten him hard under your touch. Delicately, he held onto the hook of your laced bra and unhooked it. Your bra fell off your body, your breast being free from it.
You felt heat build up into your cheeks as you embarrassingly covered your chest. You haven't done this with him in awhile, it's like this is your first time with him again.
Toji held onto your arms and tried removing them from your chest. "Don't hide from me, Baby your beautiful"
He pulled away your arms and left kisses around your breasts. One hand was massaging one of your breasts, while the other was being cupped to help Toji kiss it better for you.
You moaned when he began sucking on your nipple, constantly licking and biting the more you grind your hips on top of him. Suddenly, he carried you and laid you down on the bed, letting go of your breast with a pop.
"Open up for me." He demanded.
"H-Huh??" You cried out, your legs were shut. You were too embarrassed to show yourself like that.
"Your legs." His voice was an octave lower. "Let me see that dripping cunt." You whimpered and swallowed your breath before slowly parting your legs giving a slight glimpse of your folds, that were soaked and glistening with your wetness. Toji thinks he's died and gone to heaven with this sight that was blessed for his eyes, and his eyes only.
"Look at you," Toji smirked, pressing your thigh to the bed with one hand while sliding up your leg and ghosting his fingertips over your pussy's lips with the other. "You're soaked, princess," He muttered.
Two fingers were inserted into Toji’s mouth, covering them in saliva, and then pulled back down to slide between your folds. He abruptly put two digits inside, crooked them up, and sent a shockwave through your entire body.
He tittered, pulling out his fingers only to re-insert them into his mouth while swirling his tongue to catch a whiff of your flavor. He continued to look at you while muttering softly between his fingers. His sneer was lewd as he slid them out.
"Toji—" You were cut off when Toji began swirling his tongue against your clit, holding your body firmly in place as you moved on the bed from the pleasure that has been given to you.
"I missed you." You admitted making him look up from between your legs, his eyes meeting yours as he spared a small grin. He pressed another kiss to your cunt before replying.
"I missed you more, baby."
He kissed up at your body, stopping at your lips as he swirled his tongue around yours in a lewd manner. Occasionally you would moan into his mouth, as you were lolling your tongue into his.
He pulls his pants down, along with his boxers. His cock springs out, obviously rock hard. To your surprise it was harder than usual. He strokes his cock into his hands, eyeing you the whole time as your cunt gets wetter and wetter just from looking at his cock.
He aligned himself towards your body, rubbing his tip against your sopping wet entrance. The lewd noises of your cunt squelching can be heard from all around the room. Carefully, he pushes himself inside you. His hands on both sides of your hips as he gets inside deeper.
Once he's fully inside he places his hand above your stomach to feel himself inside you. You were basically suffocating his cock inside of you from your squeezing, it made him close his eyes for a slight second to adjust to your feeling.
You placed your hand on his arm, rubbing it up and down and looked at him with doe eyes. "Tojii, move please." You beg. The feeling of him just cock warming you wasn't enough for your pleasure.
"Aight, you asked for this 'baby no going back now." He began thrusting into you in and out, in a harsh and fast manner. Your eyes began fluttering in arousal as your clung to his arms.
As his thrusts grew louder, so did your moans. You gripped around his neck as he moved inside of you. The headboard banged violently against the wall making a harsh noise that you knew the people in the room next door wouldn't enjoy as Toji continued to push his big cock into you harshly. Toji began to rock faster inside of you, observing the ways your eyes fluttered and threatened to roll back as he thrusted into your g-spot which made you moan louder than ever. he pulled himself out of you, only to reinsert himself so you felt full once again as he made you adjust to his own size as you continued to cry out his name over and over.
Tears began escaping your e/c orbs. The wet substance began falling onto the bedsheets making Toji bend down to kiss your tears away. "Your pretty when you cry." He complimented, continuing on to kiss your face and your tears.
He continued to roll his hips into yours in a fast pace. He abused your used hole in ways he has never before making a new feeling appear in your stomach. The bubble that was forming was just begging to be released. When his cock twitched inside of you, it made it worse for you.
"Look how deep i am inside you, baby." He cooed making your hand press against your stomach. You looked at him surprised as you felt his cock move inside your stomach. The feeling was almost too much to bear for you body.
He felt pleased that he had caused you to see stars as he watched your breasts bounce with each violent thrust he made. Toji continued to pound into you; you could hear your flesh slapping and hearing a mild squelching. As he continued to pound into you, you moaned out his name while holding onto him. He groaned each time you clenched around him as he pulled away from you and then pushed himself back in. He halted the pulling and started to set a rough pace once more. Toji proceeded to exploit your sweet spots, and you felt ecstasy take over your body.
"—'m gonna cumm" you moaned outloud into Toji’s ear when you pulled him closer to you. Your bodies were hot, closed together as the intimate feeling continued on.
"Cum then, y/n." He pounded harder into as he buried his head into your neck. Kissing, sucking, and licking your soft skin as he claimed you as his once again for the first time in awhile.
You began releasing on him as kept trusting into you. After a few thrusts he came in you aswell. That was a trigger that made you cum for the second time around his cock. Cums mixing in together deep inside of you unknowingly creating the love you two sheared together.
Now, the both of you were panting. Toji places a kiss onto the crown of your head before hiding his head into your neck. Deep breaths being felt against you as you tried collecting your breath.
He was still buried deep inside of you. Thrusting in slightly as he calmed down from his high. You watched as he slowly pulled his cock out of your entrance, you hissed from the the overstimulation that over came inside your body.
"Shit, —sorry." He rubbed one side of your body calming you down.
"You okay?" He questions, looking at your fragile, bruised, marked body that he had done.
You hesitantly nodded your head before scanning your body. A pain flashed through you as you tried moving your legs, which Toji took a notice in.
"I can't move my legs." You nervously laughed out loud. Toji nodded his head and began messaging your legs and thighs.
"Sorry baby, i'll help you put your clothes on." He offered, carrying your frame to bring you over to the bathroom that was inside the bedroom.
After your cleaned up, Toji brings your dress and drags back up over your naked body. You looked at him in awe. Your legs were still sore, but you only had your heals with you.
"fuck, this is gonna be a pain." You whined, putting on your heels. Your arm was around Toji’s waist as he assured you some help when you would have difficulties.
He was already fully dressed, besides his jacket that was left on the counter of the bathroom. You patted down your dress as you examined yourself from the mirror. Toji behind you took his jacket, and hung it over your shoulders.
You smiled and put it on before turned around to pull him into a hug, which he happily returned giving you a small rare smile that he usually doesn't give to others around him. As you hug, his hands roam around your body, admiring your curves
“Let’s get out of here, hm baby? Let’s’ go back home and cuddle the night away?” Toji offered. The look he gave you was full of love, and adoration. Something you missed.
You hummed in response, though it wasn’t one he expected.
“That depends, am I still your friends with benefits?” You teasingly asked, the grin on his lips never leaving his features.
“Nah, you’re my girlfriend. Hell, baby. I’d buy you a fuckin ring if you’d want.” Toji exclaimed, kissing your forehead then your lips.
Your body filled with excitement, just a few days ago you continued crying over him. Now you were back with him, today really went according to plan.
“I love you.” Toji muttered, quietly. Yet you were able to hear it.
A big smile appears on your cute features, making Toji’s heart do spins. The feeling of your warm welcoming hands cup his cheeks.
“I love you s’much more. Take us home, please Toji.” You begged.
His arm wraps around your waist, and over his jacket that was around your body. His other hand clutching onto his car keys.
“Right ahead of you, sweetheart. ‘m gonna make up for lost time for you, as your boyfriend.” He kissed your cheek.
Finally, now that label was something you enjoyed.
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Pretty Liar | LN4 (Patreon exclusive)
― Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader ― Word count: 5.6k ― Warnings: mentions of food and alcohol; +18! graphic description of sex (p in v, oral - both, fem and male receiving). ― Summary: Ever since Lando was a kid he knew his future would bring fame somehow, always involved with racing and having just what it needed to become a Formula 1 driver, he was happy with everything it entailed, up until said future became his present and he realized there was also a rough side to the fame. That’s why, when he found you – someone who had no idea who he was, he kept his career from you. He would tell you, and he would eventually clarify the situation, he had it all planned, however, all it took was one week. One week for you to discover that what you thought started as a beautiful story, was actually a perfectly told lie. Lando was pretty, but he was also a liar. Now he had to find a way to explain everything, and you had to find it in you to forgive him.
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Some scientists believe that it takes around ten minutes for an average person to make an everyday decision. Yet, the moment Yn’s eyes met Lando’s, and he smiled at her, she knew they would go home together that night, and this exchange took less than a second.
His face seemed familiar, but she couldn’t remember where. She thought maybe it was from an old Instagram post their friends in common had made. Maybe they saw each other in a pub before. The city wasn’t that big, their crowds were similar, and they were both young.
Lando seemed surprised with the news, “You don’t…know me?”
“Should I?” Yn asks, quirking her eyebrows with a glimmer of humor in her stare.
He shook his head before Oliver, their common friend, could say something, “Nah, it’s just…I’m a DJ, I thought maybe you had seen something about me around a party you know?!”
Yn bit her lower lip, chuckling. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you must be a great DJ, but I’ve never heard of a Lando Norris before.”
“Now I’m hurt,” the Brit turned to their friend, and Oliver’s laugh boomed around.
That was how their first interaction went, with both aware of the tension line being pulled. Lando had never seen someone match his energy like she did, and Yn had never felt that giddy with a guy before. When someone grabbed Oliver away, the speakers gave space to a remixed tune of Zedd and Yn asked what Lando was playing that night, or if he was playing at all.
He smiled at her showing the small gap between his teeth which she decided was one of her favorite features of his, after his eyes, “It depends. What do you want me to play?”
“Oooh, smooth, I like it!” she giggled, taking a sip of her drink, and using the seconds to breathe in some air. “Would you mind playing Rihanna?”
“Most recent ones or oldies?”
“Around 2010s would be perfect.”
“I know exactly the song,” he announced like a promise, and Yn nodded, grabbing his hand, lacing their fingers, and starting to head in the direction of the bar. It would be an hour or so until the pub’s DJ finished his thing.
“Do you wanna drink something?” Yn stopped to say in his ears now that the song seemed much louder and so did the crowd. Lando’s free hand grabbed her waist, and he shouted back that he had just grabbed his refill, but he was fine going with her.
Truth was, Lando didn’t even like the bar area that much, drunk people would tend to gather there sometimes, spill their alcohol, scream, and try creating scenes, but something about Yn’s eyes would make him follow her to hell, and they had just met. That felt a tad scary, but he wouldn’t think too much about it, trying to focus his mind on Danny’s words about enjoying the butterflies, enjoying the naivety, and enjoying the nerves that came with it.
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“I still gotta learn how to bake properly.”
“We could try together. I know a thing or two about sugary recipes,” she suggested. “Meanwhile, you cook the main dish and I make the dessert—” she stopped mid-sentence, putting the palm of her hand on her forehead. “We forgot about dessert, Lan!”
But the pilot can only grin, watching in awe as her lips pout slightly.
“I didn’t.”
“What do you mean?” her tone started with a confused hint, but when their eyes met and Yn caught the way his gaze drifted across her body like a caress bringing a shiver along. Her legs instinctively crossed in search of the slight tinge of pressure.
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean,” his grin was wicked, and the way his head pointed to the space in front of him at the table almost made Yn whimper. Lando pushed the plate and glass to the side, watching as Yn got up and walked to him. The noises of the city came through the open windows, just like the cold wind, creating the perfect harmony with the way her bare steps hit the ground, the slight sound coming from it.
The legs of Lando’s chair scraped on the ground when he pushed it just a tiny bit to make room for Yn. She sat on his lap, legs on either side of him, caging him in place, and giving him the feeling of her bare cunt against his dress pants.
“Aren’t you wearing anything under the dress?” he asked, mocking shock on his expression.
Yn merely shook her head, “It would just ruin it anyway.”
And just like that cooking conversations and random subjects were long forgotten, their lips smashed together in a heated kiss, and Yn moaned into his mouth when Lando gripped her waist and guided her movements on top of him, his cock hardening with each motion.
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“Come in my mouth,” she rasped, it sounded like a plea, and Lando couldn’t help but give it to her. At that moment he would give her anything and everything she asked for. The way her eyes blinked at him from between his legs, mascara a bit smudged on her cheeks, lips swollen from sucking, she looked like an angel.
And he couldn’t deny an angel its request.
So when her mouth enveloped him again, cheeks hollowing and tongue twirling Lando gripped the table, hips buckling slightly and body finally succumbing to pleasure. He watched as his cum leaked from her mouth, his dick still spurting the white liquid and making it land on her chin and collarbone.
Yn grinned up at him, licking her lips.
He scooped cum from her chin using his finger and she eagerly opened her mouth, sucking his thumb and smiling up at him again. At that moment, he wanted them to be intimate enough, so he could grab a camera and save that image. Frame it. Store it under locks. Have it with him forever. Something about the way she looked and what they had just done stirred his insides again.
“Can I have mine now?” he scooped more cum this time from her collarbone and Yn nodded, parting her lips to him again.
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earth angel - 1973 elvis
summary: 1973 elvis, meeting elvis for the first time - not accurate description of graceland (the song earth angel by elvis is available on spotify, and let me tell you that it's the best thing I´ve listened this week)
You first met Elvis at one of the numerous parties he hosted at Graceland. Your friend Julie was a friend of a friend of a member of the Mafia - nevertheless, a friend who still had the honour to be invited.
Books, soft music and warm drinks made you who you were. You weren’t one for fancy things, nor did you express a desire for them. Getting ready for a Graceland party wasn’t a particularly easy task, but you still managed to find a little dark blue dress that made your hair and eyes stand out. Little heels to match and off you went with Julie.
Once you were both standing in front of the mansion, your lips parted as you looked up with big, curious eyes. Your eyes filled up with salty tears, though you blinked them away quickly. This beautiful place was not there to cause tears or sorrow - laughter, smiles and silly jokes were Graceland’s signature experiences.
“Imagine meeting Elvis.”, your head snapped towards your friend, noticing she was still admiring the structure.
You let out a little chuckle and shook your head. “I’m happy even just standing here, honestly.”
Julie hummed and moved her eyes on another pair of girls entering the mansion. “You know, they say that Elvis doesn’t even come out of his bedroom during parties like these. Or he’s around and you don’t know it. Isn’t that crazy?”
Oh, to catch a glimpse of the King.
“Yeah, it really is.”, you said almost dreamily.
Julie quickly locked her arm with yours and started moving forward. “Alright, let’s go. I don’t wanna be the last one to come in.”
As soon as you stepped in, the sweet melody of laughter hit your ears. Champagne glasses clinking and soft piano playing in the background.
You peeked at the sound of the instrument and noticed three men playing and singing. Julie tapped your arm, pointing at a couple sitting by the couch.
“Look, that’s Mary. You know, she’s friends with Elliott who’s friends with Red.”, she explained swiftly, making you hum and nod. “Let’s go say hello quickly.”
And you did go say hello, but it looked like Mary and Julie had known each other for years. There were no topics you could relate to, so you decided to stand up and excuse yourself.
“I’m gonna do some rounds. See if I recognize anybody.”, Julie waved you off with a smile, making you sigh and walk away. Also, who were you going to recognize? The local baker?
But you still got to walk around and smile at anybody who smiled at you kindly. You refused the flute of champagne and grabbed the strawberry juice on the kitchen counter instead.
“Mr Presley— Ops. My apologies, miss. I thought it was Mr Presley.”, a maid stopped your actions in a soft tone.
Heat arose to your cheeks as you set the carafe back on the counter. “I’m so sorry. I-I should’ve asked—“
“Don’t apologize, child.”, she laughed a little. “Strawberry juice is Mr Presley’s favourite. Just thought it was him sneaking around.”, another chuckle escaped her lips. “We leave ‘em around the house.”
You nodded and smiled a little at the anecdote. “That’s sweet.”, you said softly and moved your gaze down. “I, uh, I’ll get going… Sorry again.”, the kind maid let you know once more that it had been no problem at all.
A deep breath fell from your lips as you walked away from the kitchen. A set of stairs that seemed to lead to a den caught your attention. You looked around and quickly realized that the crowd had officially moved to the living room. You were all alone. A quick peek wouldn’t hurt, though, right?
With the humiliation of that strawberry juice in your hand, you quickly found out that the stairs were leading to another corridor. One massive glass separated the corridor from the actual room. The sight of the green and gold, the animal prints and various instruments, made you audibly gasp.
Another look was thrown over your shoulder as you debated whether or not to step in and take a further look around the living space.
When’s another chance gonna come?
Without thinking about it twice, your hand caught the doorhandle and pushed it open. The faint smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, but knowing that the King could’ve been the one smoking, you sighed in comfort.
In the back there was a piano, significantly smaller than the one in the living room upstairs. But you decided to roll the dice and test your luck. You set the juice on the small table to your right and sat down on the stool.
Goosebumps covered your skin at the leather against your bare skin. Your back was to the door as suddenly you were aware that anybody could’ve walked in and get you banned from the property.
The realization didn’t seem to stop your fingers from dancing on the white keys.
“Earth Angel, Earth Angel
The one I adore
Love you forever and ever”
Your voice was as soft as the beautiful song was. A tape of thoughts from the day you first listened to the song played in front of your eyes. Your eyes closed as you were thrown back to the 50’s.
“I’m just a fool
A fool in love with you”
Your eyes snapped open and your heartbeat picked up. That hadn’t been your voice.
Your fingers ceased playing and you set your hands on your lap.
“Why’d you stop playin’, honey?”
Your lips parted at the voice and your eyes squeezed shut as the realization started settling in. Your voice couldn’t be trusted for a reply. Suddenly, you felt a warm touch on your back, a hand turning the stool in the opposite direction.
Your eyes still shut, but you could feel the gaze on your face.
A laugh. Oh, how you wanted to melt in place.
“Open your eyes, honey, please.”, a warm request, almost in a teasing tone. But you shook your head, your chin almost tucked to your chest.
“Aw, honey. I ain’t that ugly I promise.”
Those were the words that triggered your eyes. A man like that to be called ugly even only as a joke felt like a crime.
“Ah, there they are! Them pretty, little eyes.”, your gaze still set low, noticing slippers covering the King’s feet. And then he did the most unexpected thing. He pulled up the material clinging to his thighs and crouched down in front of you. Your eyes immediately finding the electric blue in his.
“Wow…”, your voice was a mere whisper, making him chuckle. If you had looked at him longer, you would’ve noticed the faint blush on his cheeks.
“I’m Elvis, honey.”, he said in a light tone. “And what’s the name of the pretty little thing playing piano in the Jungle Room?”
Your eyes lifted up to meet his again. “I’m Y/N. I’m sorry Mr—“
“Elvis. Mr Presley is my daddy.”
You nodded quickly as you thought you were in trouble for invading his personal space.
“I’m sorry, Elvis. It’s just that— Julie was talking to Mary and they’ve known each other for years and I couldn’t just jump in the conversation—“
Elvis smiled at you, already knowing where your words were going to lead. But he wanted to hear you say it.
“And then I stumbled in the kitchen for the juice, because I don’t drink— And then I found the stairs and, uh, now I’m here.”, you finished, utterly flushed with embarrassment. Elvis nodded and huffed.
“Quite the journey for a little honey like you, no?”, Elvis tilted his head to get a better look at you and felt his heartbeat speed up.
“I-I guess.”, your cheeks were now a rich cherry-red colour. You couldn’t hold his piercing gaze, so your eyes found comfort on the rings adorning his fingers.
“What do you say we sing another song, honey? Just you and I?”, at his request, your lips parted as you wordlessly nodded.
That was the song that sealed you two together. And the rest is history.
A/N: cutie pie - like chapter. soft reader and sassy/loving elvis are my all time favorite. if you have any requests, don't hesitate to let me know!
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DAD KUZAN? DAD KUZAN.
WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD + HEADCANONS + OOC? WHO KNOWS…
NOTES: I wrote this because I think Kuzan would be an amazing father figure…or maybe it’s just me, I don’t know.
If I’m being completely honest here, I really can’t picture him being someone’s biological father either, to be honest. It’s not like the guy doesn’t have the capacity to care—he’s got that hidden soft side—but the image of him actually settling down and having kids of his own? Yeah, no. This is the same man who would rather nap under a tree with his bike leaning nearby than deal with any sort of responsibility beyond his own whimsy.
However, father figure? Now that I can see. I can easily imagine some random kid just latching onto him, following him around after seeing him do something cool (like freezing an entire sea, y’know, normal stuff), and deciding, “Yep, you’re my dad now.” Maybe they start pestering him, asking questions while Kuzan, in his typical fashion, is just casually napping or lazily giving half-hearted responses between long stretches of silence. He’s probably half asleep half the time, not even realizing he’s gained a tiny shadow until weeks later.
He’d probably just go along with it. He’s not one to fuss or overthink things. One day he’d wake up from his nap, find this kid sitting right next to him, and be like, “Arara. Still here, huh?” before shrugging it off. He wouldn’t necessarily raise the kid in any traditional sense—there’s no way he’s waking up early for breakfast or doing school drop-offs. But he’d have a way of teaching them things, unintentionally at times, through his actions. You’d learn a lot from just being around him, whether it’s his strong moral compass or his ability to take life at his own pace, despite all the chaos.
So whether you’re his biological kid or just some random child who decided to stick to him like glue, I can definitely see Kuzan filling that fatherly role, albeit in the most Kuzan way possible: relaxed, a tiny bit distant, but undeniably cool.
First things first, as Kuzan's child, there's no question—he absolutely keeps you as far away from Blackbeard and his crew as possible. Listen, Kuzan may have a reputation for being lazy, but when it comes to your safety? There's not a shred of laziness in him. The man might be laid-back, but he’s sharp, and there’s no way he’s going to let you get tangled up with that bunch of pirates.
For starters, he knows exactly what they're capable of. He’s not naive; he knows Blackbeard and the crew would have no problem using you against him, trying to manipulate the situation, or worse, straight-up threatening you just for the fun of it. He knows that they aren’t exactly a “family-friendly” crowd. And let’s be real—he also knows that being around them would be a terrifying for any child. Their idea of a normal Tuesday is probably your worst nightmare.
So even though he's technically rolling with the Blackbeard Pirates now, when it comes to you, Kuzan’s got this invisible barrier setup. It’s like he’s saying, "Yeah, I’m with them, but you’re not." He’s always one step ahead, working from a distance to make sure they stay away from you. And if, by some unfortunate stroke of fate, you or one of the Blackbeard pirates get too close to each other, Kuzan's immediately on alert. He’s already brainstorming a dozen ways to steer the situation without anyone noticing.
The bottom line? He absolutely does not want you affiliated with the Blackbeard Pirates in any way, shape, or form.
If you’re an ice lover and chewer, then congratulations—you’ve hit the jackpot. Kuzan is basically a walking, talking, 10-foot-tall popsicle. Need ice? No problem; Kuzan’s got you covered. With him around, you’ll never run out of the frosty goodness you crave. Want some ice to chew on? He’s more than happy to snap his fingers and conjure some up for you. But—and this is a big but—there’s a catch.
Because, as much as Kuzan loves to spoil you (in his own laid-back kind of way???), he’s not about to let you go to town on some gigantic ice chunks. You’re just a kid, after all, and he knows your teeth are still those little baby ones. He’s not about to let you chip a tooth on his ice or, heaven forbid, choke on a massive chunk. So instead of giving you the satisfying, crunchy ice pieces you’ve been dreaming of, he hands you the tiniest, thinnest shards of ice you’ve ever seen—basically, ice confetti.
And, of course, you’re disappointed. You wanted the good stuff, the crunchy stuff, but nope—Kuzan isn’t having it. He’s too chill to be strict about most things, but when it comes to your safety, even the king of "I don't really care" has his limits. And broken baby teeth, or you choking on a huge piece of ice? That’s no-go for him.
So no matter how much you whine, complain, or throw a fit about it, he’s only giving you these sad, little wafer-thin pieces of ice. You could scream at the top of your lungs, stomp your feet, or even give him the full-on puppy eyes—and he still wouldn't. I wouldn’t give you those big chunky pieces of ice you wanted.
He’s way too chill to be swayed by your tantrums, and when it comes to ice, safety comes first. So while you might dream of munching on a big, satisfying ice cube, all you’re getting are the Kuzan-approved baby-safe ice slivers.
If you’re cold, Kuzan’s solution is simple: he’ll casually hand over his blue bandana and his dark green trench coat—both of which are comically too large for you. Honestly, you could disappear into them like a turtle retreating into its shell. The bandana? Yeah, it doesn’t just cover your head; it swallows it whole. You’d be lucky if anyone could even find your face under all that fabric. And the trench coat? Well that thing might as well be a sleeping bag. It drapes over your entire body like a blanket, probably dragging on the ground as you shuffle around, but hey, it keeps you warm, right?
Kuzan wouldn’t be lying if he said he finds the sight quite amusing. Every time he hands over his bandana, he watches as it completely engulfs your head, covering your eyes, nose, and most of your mouth. You’d look like a tiny version of him, minus the ice powers and the towering height. And the trench coat? Forget it. You’re practically swimming in it, the sleeves flopping past your hands, making it impossible to move without tripping over the hem. You’re like a walking coat with legs peeking out.
He probably gives a lazy chuckle every time he sees you bundled up like that. “You alright in there?” he might tease, though you know he’s secretly enjoying how ridiculous and adorable you look buried under his oversized clothing. This is his way of keeping you warm, even if it looks like you’ve raided his entire wardrobe.
And if you decide you want to keep his bandana or trench coat? Well, he doesn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, he’ll let you hang onto them for as long as you want. You could wear that bandana like it’s your new identity and drape that trench coat over yourself like a cape, and he wouldn’t even ask for them back. At this point, it’s almost like you’re robbing him of his iconic look. He’s probably already decided you look better in them anyway they don’t cause they’re too big on you, but he finds it cute, so go ahead and keep it all.
I’m not even exaggerating when I say you could probably fit entirely in that knapsack Kuzan lugs around everywhere. Whether you’re too small or his knapsack is just too big is a mystery we may never solve. But seriously, if you ever got tired, cold, or just couldn’t be bothered to walk anymore, there’s a good chance he’d plop you right inside without a second thought. It’s roomy enough, and let’s be honest—it’d probably be more comfortable than trying to match the stride of Kuzan’s long legs.
Because let’s face it: mini-you trying to keep up with Kuzan’s ridiculous height is a losing battle. His casual, lazy pace is like a light jog for you, and after about five minutes, you’re probably huffing and puffing while he hasn’t even broken a sweat. So what’s the solution? The knapsack, of course. He could carry you around in that thing as easily as he would his eternal stockpile of snacks (because we all know Kuzan’s gotta have those, but you eat them all anyway while you’re in there).
In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he alternated between carrying you in his knapsack and in his arms just to keep things balanced. One day you’re nestled in his arms like a baby penguin, and the next, you’re bouncing around in the bottom of his knapsack like a little stowaway. You might peek out of the top every now and then, catching glimpses of the world while he continues strolling along, totally unbothered.
It’s not that Kuzan’s trying to baby you, but he’s practical. There’s no way he expects you to keep up with his towering form, and let’s be real—it’s much easier for both of you if he just hauls you around like a piece of luggage. Plus, it’s not like he’d mind. You being small enough to fit in his knapsack is likely just a bonus in his book. He’ll act like it’s no big deal, but you know there’s a little part of him that finds the whole situation amusing.
Basically, he’s got you covered, whether you’re in his arms or stashed away in that bottomless knapsack. Either way, you’re getting from point A to point B without having to wear yourself out trying to keep up with those long legs of his.
He definitely annoys you a lot by constantly pinching your cheeks. Seriously, he just can’t help himself. Your face is like some kind of magnet for his fingers. The second he sees those squishy, soft cheeks of yours, it’s game over. He’s gotta pinch them at least once a day, or he might just lose his cool—or, y’know, whatever counts as “losing it” for someone as chill as Kuzan.
It’s not like he does it to be mean; in fact, it’s the complete opposite. Your face is just so ridiculously squishable that even the usually laid-back, low-effort Kuzan can’t resist. He’ll walk by, casually ruffle your hair, and then BAM!—before you know it, his fingers are pinching your cheeks. And of course, it’s never just a gentle pinch, either. No, he’s gotta give them a good squeeze, just to hear that little noise of protest you make. It’s part of his daily routine now, like drinking coffee or something.
And yes, Kuzan definitely thinks you’re the epitome of adorableness. Your squishy cheeks are just the physical manifestation of that. Sure, he acts too cool to make a fuss about it, but if anyone else tried to pinch your cheeks, you bet he’d have something to say about it. Those cheeks are his to squish, and even though he’ll play it off like it’s no big deal, it’s his way of showing that he cares.
So whether you roll your eyes, push his hand away, or try to hide your face, it doesn’t matter. Kuzan’s still going to get his daily cheek-pinching fix, and you’re just going to have to deal with it. Sorry!—but when you’re that adorable, even someone as composed as Kuzan can’t resist giving those cheeks a little squeeze.
His hair is definitely something interesting for you—curly, and cut to chin length, with the tips fanning out in a way that practically begs you to mess with it. And honestly, as a kid, you just can’t resist. It’s like his curls are calling out to you, practically daring you to poof them up, so of course, you do. Every chance you get, you’re right there, fluffing up his hair like it’s some kind of art project. It’s basically your own way of revenge, especially after all that pinching and squishing he’s done to your chubby cheeks.
And it’s not like Kuzan really stops you. Nah, he’s way too lax for that. You could spend a solid ten minutes working on poofing up his curls, making them all bouncy and frizzy, and he wouldn’t say a word. He might even take a nap while you go crazy with his hair. You’d get it all puffed up, looking like some kind of fluffy masterpiece, only for him to casually shake his head afterward and completely ruin it.
Every. Single. Time.
You’d stand there, arms crossed, absolutely deflated as he runs his hand through his hair, casually smoothing it back to its normal look. All your hard work is gone in an instant. It’s like he doesn’t even realize the effort you’ve put into making his hair a giant, fluffy cloud. “Nice try, kid,” he’d say, maybe throwing in a lazy smirk as if he’s not fully aware of your disappointment.
It’s almost like a game at this point. You mess up his hair, poof it up as big as possible, and he calmly restores it to its usual state. Rinse and repeat. Sometimes he’ll even shake his head extra hard, like he’s trying to prove a point, his curls falling right back into place as if mocking you.
But here’s the thing—he doesn’t really mind. He’ll never say it outright, but there’s something about the way he lets you mess with his hair that shows he’s cool with it. You could poof it up every day, and he’d sit there with his usual lazy expression, letting you do your thing. It’s probably more entertaining to him than anything else. Plus, it’s not like he has much to do while he’s lounging around, so why not let you have your fun?
At the end of the day, though, you know what’s coming. No matter how much effort you put into puffing up those curls, Kuzan’s going to smooth them right back down, leaving you with a mix of pride in your work and the frustration of seeing it undone in seconds. But hey, he doesn’t stop you from trying, and that’s probably his way of saying, “Go ahead, kid. Keep at it. I’ve got time.”
Kuzan and cooking are like oil and water. The man is horrible in the kitchen; no question about it. It’s like his natural talents just stop cold (pun intended) when it comes to making food. You get hungry? Well, buckle up, because he’s about to embark on a culinary disaster.
But hey, to his credit, he tries. He’s a lazy guy, sure, but he’s not so lazy that he’ll just leave you starving. The problem is that his cooking skills are NONEXISTENT. You’re lucky if you don’t end up eating something that’s either charred beyond recognition or still weirdly undercooked, despite being in the pan for way too long. It’s like he manages to both overcook and undercook food at the same time, and you’re left wondering how that’s even possible.
He’ll stand there with his usual half-bored expression, poking at the food with a spatula, looking like he’s not entirely sure what’s happening. And when it comes time to serve it up? Yeah, you’re basically eating burnt stuff at this point. There’s no way around it. The irony of the fact that the man who can literally freeze the sea can’t stop burning food is not lost on you. You’d think with all that control over ice he’d at least be able to chill out on the stove, but nope. It’s crispy all the way.
And yet, he genuinely puts in the effort when you’re hungry. He might be lazy about most things, but when it comes to making sure you’ve got something to eat, he’s willing to give it a shot—even if that shot results in something resembling charcoal. “Here, kid,” he’d say, sliding a plate of vaguely food-shaped items toward you, “I think I nailed it this time.” Spoiler: He didn’t.
But don’t worry—his cooking will eventually start getting better. You’re still eating mostly burnt stuff, sure, but it’s less “oops, I made a rock” and more “oops, I made something that’s only slightly overdone.” You can still tell it’s food, at least. And honestly, at this point, you’ve developed a sort of tolerance for the burnt bits.
You’re still not exactly dining on gourmet meals, the food’s still a little crispy, and you’re not always sure what’s supposed to be edible—but it eventually becomes more tolerable, trust. He’s a new dad in the making, and cooking isn’t really his strong suit, but he’s slowly getting there. It’s progress, and as long as he keeps improving, there’s hope that one day you’ll be eating something that’s not 70% carbonized.
For now, though, you’ll just have to settle for a lot of burnt dinners and Kuzan’s deadpan “Enjoy” as he hands you a plate. But at least you know he’s got your back, even if that means the occasional charred meal.
If anyone even thinks about messing with you, they’re in for a serious awakening—because Kuzan doesn’t tolerate that kind of nonsense. There’s no way he’s going to just sit there and let someone mess with his kid. If it’s an adult causing trouble, that chill demeanor can quickly become intimidating. He’s not about to let some random person push you around—he’ll get serious real quick if he needs to.
Now, Kuzan’s not the type to jump straight to violence, but he’s more than ready if the situation calls for it—but only if absolutely necessary. He’s calm, yes, but make no mistake, he’s prepared to throw ice hands if the person causing trouble doesn’t back off. Of course, he knows you're a kid, and he doesn’t want you to see him go full-on badass mode in a fight, no matter how much you’d probably think his ice powers are “super duper cool.” He’d much rather keep you away from that kind of violence. If things are about to get messy, his first instinct is to tell you to look away, close your eyes, and cover your ears. He’s not about to let you witness something like that.
And if the other person just won’t back down, well, that’s when Kuzan’s icy side really comes out. The temperature seems to drop, and that stoic expression of his hardens as he steps up, ready to put the person in their place. He won’t hesitate to freeze someone’s feet to the ground or send an ice wall between them and you. Yeah, he’s basically downright intimidating and dangerous when he needs to be.
Now, if it’s another child bullying you, things are a bit different. Kuzan’s not about to go full Ice Age on a kid, obviously. But here’s the thing—most kids your age would probably take one look at this towering, six-foot-plus giant of a man and rethink their life choices. The second they see him strolling over, calm as ever, with that unbothered look in his eyes, they’re already backing off. I mean, who wouldn’t? Kuzan’s height alone is enough to make anyone think twice about picking on you. You’ve basically got scary dog privilege—except it’s not a dog; it’s your super duper cool dad.
But if the bully is feeling extra brave or just a little too dumb to realize what they’re up against, Kuzan has his own way of handling it. He’ll crouch down a little to their level, still towering over them, and in that low, calm voice, he’ll firmly tell them, “Hey, cut it out. Stop bothering my kid.” Just like that. There’s no need to raise his voice or get angry—just his presence and tone are enough to get the message across. It’s that parent-like authority that makes the bully shrink back, and just like that, the situation’s handled. No need for ice or fights—just a few well-placed words from Kuzan, and the problem is solved.
So whether it’s an adult or another kid trying to mess with you, Kuzan’s got your back. He can be as cold as ice when he needs to be, or just intimidating enough to send a bully running for the hills. Either way, you’re safe with him, and anyone who tries to test that? Well, they learn pretty quickly that messing with Kuzan’s kid is a terrible idea.
Kuzan is surprisingly chill when it comes to the usual trouble kids get into—like cursing or sneaking a piece of candy from the store. He’s not one to overreact, mainly because he gets it. Kids are learning, and part of growing up is figuring out what’s right and what’s wrong. He remembers being a kid once, running around and cashing some mischief himself. So he tends to take a more relaxed approach. But don’t let that fool you—he will call you out when you mess up.
For instance, if you dropped a curse word, he might raise an eyebrow, give you a glance, and calmly say something like, “You kiss your mama with that mouth?” It’s not a scolding, more of a gentle reminder that maybe you shouldn’t be swearing like a sailor. No need for long lectures—he’ll just make a little quip and leave you to think about it.
Now, when it comes to stealing, things are a bit different. Let’s say you swiped a candy bar from the store. The first time he catches you, Kuzan will probably let it slide with a casual, “C’mon, don’t make a habit out of that.” He’s not going to drag you back to the store right away, but he’ll definitely make it clear that you shouldn’t do it again.
But if you do pull a stunt like that again, well, that’s where things get interesting. Kuzan’s the type who believes in learning through experience, so you can bet he’ll march you right back to that store, have you return whatever it is you took, and make you apologize. And no, there’s no escaping it. He’s firm but still calm about it, and honestly, having to face the consequences like that is a bigger punishment than any time-out could ever be.
The real kicker, though, is what happens if you keep testing his patience. Kuzan may be lenient, but he’s not about to let you get off scot-free forever. If you’re being particularly stubborn or if you keep pulling the same tricks, he’ll start thinking of creative ways to teach you a lesson—ways that are a little more embarrassing for you. Maybe he’ll announce loudly in the store, in front of everyone, “Hey, my kid took something they shouldn’t have. Let’s go return it and say sorry, okay?” Cue your mortification.
The embarrassment is enough to make you never want to do it again. You’ll probably sulk and shoot him an angry look afterward, thinking that you hate him for humiliating you like that. But deep down, you know he’s just trying to steer you in the right direction.
Even if you’re mad at him in the moment, Kuzan’s not too bothered. He knows it’ll blow over. He’s doing it all because he cares, and even if his laid-back nature makes it seem like he’s not paying attention, he’s got your best interest at heart.
When winter rolls around, Kuzan’s definition of “keeping warm” becomes a bit… extreme. You’d think that being an ice man, he’d have a perfect understanding of cold temperatures and how to handle them, but ironically, he’s so accustomed to the cold that he has no clue what “too cold” feels like for a regular person—especially for a kid like you. To him, being cold is just another day in the life. So naturally, when it starts snowing, his protective instincts go into overdrive, and he wraps you up like a little walking bundle of fabric.
It starts off with one coat, then another, and another, and one more, and two more, and three more, and probably four more…and before you know it, you’re waddling out the door buried under layers of jackets, scarves, gloves, and sweaters—there’s probably a beanie or two shoved on your head for good measure. You’re practically swimming in oversized clothes, struggling to move your arms because they’re weighed down by puffy jackets. Honestly, you’d be warmer than a marshmallow roasting by a campfire at this point, but Kuzan just keeps piling on the layers. He just wants to make sure you don’t freeze.
"Uh... Dad?" You mumble, muffled by the scarf he wrapped around you about five times. “I’m kind of... sweating.” You’re not cold at all—actually, you’re overheating under all these clothes, which is kind of impressive considering you’re outside in a snowstorm.
Kuzan just looks down at you, eyebrow raised. “Really? It’s freezing out here. You sure?” He’s genuinely puzzled because to him, 20 degrees Fahrenheit feels like a tropical vacation.
You nod—or at least try to, but the scarf kind of restricts your movement. “Yeah... maybe we can take one jacket off?”
Kuzan hesitates. He doesn’t want you catching a cold or getting sick, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to completely disregard your comfort either. After all, if you say you’re warm, maybe you are. Still, he’s reluctant, giving you a look that says, “Are you sure you want to do that?” He’s probably thinking of all the ways you could end up freezing the moment you take off even one layer.
“Alright,” he finally relents, tugging one of the jackets off your overly bundled body. “But keep the scarf and the hat. You never know when it’ll get colder.”
Of course, even after peeling off one layer, you’re still swaddled in a ridiculous amount of winter gear. Kuzan doesn’t do anything halfway when it comes to keeping you safe and warm, so you're still looking like a walking ball of puff. At least now you can move your arms a bit more.
If you weren’t a napper before, well, you better get used to it because now that you’re hanging around Kuzan, naps are mandatory. The man is the epitome of relaxedness, and somehow, his sleepy energy has rubbed off on you. It’s like the moment he decides to take one of his classic mid-day naps, you feel your own eyelids getting heavy. You might not even be tired, but seeing Kuzan lazily sprawled out, snoring away somehow makes you want to nap too. It’s practically contagious.
And if you’re feeling particularly snuggly? No problem. Kuzan isn’t one to complain about extra warmth, even if it’s from your tiny little self. If you want to curl up next to him, he’ll wrap one of his long arms around you and pull you close. He’ll probably even shift a little to make sure you’re comfy, tucking you in like you’re the perfect-sized teddy bear. Because you are. Except you’re not really a teddy bear.
Now let’s say that one day, instead of lying next to him, you decide to sprawl right on top of him—because why not? He’s big, he’s cozy, and he’s basically a human-sized mattress. You could literally flop right across his chest, stomach, or even lie across his back, and Kuzan? He’s perfectly fine with it. The man doesn’t even flinch. He just adjusts slightly, like, “Oh, you’re using me as your bed now? Cool, go for it,” before drifting right back to sleep without a second thought.
So congrats, you’ve officially been drafted into the nap life. Whether you wanted to or not, you’re now a professional napper, all thanks to Kuzan.
Remember that old sleep mask Kuzan used to wear back when he was still a Marine? The one he’d casually pull down over his eyes while everyone else was busy stressing out? Well, I like to think that even though those days are long behind him, he still keeps that mask tucked away somewhere in his knapsack.
And let’s just say that one day, he just hands it to you. No big speech, no grand gesture—just a lazy “Here, you can have it.” Now, the thing is massive on you. I mean, the mask is practically half the size of your face, and it keeps sliding down over your nose or up into your hair. But hey, Kuzan doesn’t care. He finds it pretty amusing how it looks on you, especially when you try to wear it seriously, like you’re mimicking him in some way.
Whether you’re sleeping or just goofing around, that sleep mask has pretty much become your thing now. Sometimes you wear it just because you can, even though it’s comically oversized. Other times, you carry it around like a prized possession, tucking it into your own little bag like it’s something important. Maybe you don’t fully understand why he gave it to you, but that doesn’t matter—it’s yours now, and you wear it with pride.
Kuzan doesn’t mind, of course. If anything, he’s probably glad it’s getting more use now that it’s yours. Every time he sees you waddling around with it over your eyes, almost bumping into things, you can catch him smiling. He never says it, but you can tell he’s kind of proud that his old Marine memento has become your new signature look.
Yeah, overall, Kuzan’s a great dad. Super chill, unbothered, and a literal human ice pack when you need it. If you're in the market for a dad who can nap at any given moment, pinch your cheeks just because, and accidentally turn your lunch into charcoal, then come get your own Kuzan today! (now only 5 berries down, 5 berries a month—frostbite risk included for free!!!!!)
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the cod boys at the eras tour ✨
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:
this man might actually be more excited for the show than you are.
he’s made his own friendship bracelets, handed some out on base. he would never mention it, but he saw ghost wearing his while training rookies.
a dedicated swiftie, knows the setlist off by heart. makes a list of surprise songs he wants.
only listened to taylor for you, but fell in love with her. wants to buy the poster from your show.
maybe tears up a little seeing how happy it makes you and loves that you guys can share this together.
beyond fascinated at the pyro during bad blood. maybe you shouldn’t tell him about the picture you sent to ghost of johnny eying up all the fire.
won’t take any mocking that he’s a taylor swift fan. that’s his singer and he will defend her to the death (not literally but close enough)
Simon “Ghost” Riley:
less into her and more reluctant to attend the show with you. doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t want to go with a friend instead of him. he doesn’t think he’d fit in.
definitely the tall ass boyfriend who blocks people’s view and feels bad about it.
allows you to jazz up a balaclava of his for the show. he normally wouldn’t wear one in public, but he doesn’t exactly feel comfortable in a crowd of thousands, especially with his scars. doesn’t want to scare kids (:()
listens to you talk for hours about taylor swift. anytime you guys are driving together, she’s playing.
wouldn’t consider himself a swiftie, but he knows his stuff. you saw him swaying at times and vibing to shake it off at the show.
you love any reference to ghosts in her songs, even though they’re mostly extremely depressing, because that’s your man!!!!
one of the best nights of his life, but he’d never admit that.
thinks the tortured poets department is one of the best albums ever made. listens to it constantly when he’s away from you.
John Price:
this dude is old!!! he’s not really that old, but acts a lot older than he is! so he honestly doesn’t have a clue who this “taylor swift” is when you two first get together.
boy, does he know her now.
honestly, a swiftie. he can’t deny it. she has some bangers.
cheered you on when you were in the ticketmaster battle to get tickets, not letting on that he was also in the queue on base with his own code. ended up surprising you with the tickets after your attempts failed. will never forget the look on your face.
(he definitely also had selfish reasons trying to get tickets. he just has to go!)
loves it. i mean he doesn’t look like he’s in the eras tour spirit but inside he’s feeling it. looks like someone’s grumpy scary dad, but also knows a solid 80% of the words.
he was big into rock and metal type bands when he was younger. went to tons of shows as a teenager before enlisting. this was his favourite he’s ever seen.
can’t stop admiring the technical aspects. finds it all fascinating. thinks he could’ve been a roadie in another life.
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:
now this man has been a swiftie since before you two got together. teardrops on my guitar was his jam in secondary school.
glad he can be open with you about how much he enjoys taylor swift when you are together.
you both compiled a comprehensive list when trying to get tickets. with who was going to try for what shows, budgets, codes, dates, times. it reminded him of a mission brief. almost with the same stakes.
you ended up getting tickets for 3 shows across the UK.
had the best time at all of them. would go another 18 times if he could. kept noticing things at each show that he hadn’t seen before and you both kept pointing different cool things out to each other.
definitely one of the best summers of his life, and he got to do it with the love of his life by his side.
cried when the kids got brought up for the 22 hat.
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let me walk you home | jake 'hangman' seresin x reader
Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader Words: 1426 A/N: It's been forever since I last wrote anything, so I apologise if this is terrible but I've been in love with Jake since I first saw Top Gun: Maverick last July and really wanted to give writing for him a go and to try and get back into writing!
It was a lot later than you had planned to stay out for, but somehow the Hard Deck was the busiest it’d been all night. It was bustling with people, packed from wall to wall, all drinking, dancing, playing pool and enjoying the late summer Saturday night.
It was a surprise that you were even here tonight. You were not the type of person to stay out late at night at a bar. In fact, if tonight had gone to plan, you’d be at home with a book or a movie on, enjoying the peace and quiet and feeling cozy. It was Natasha’s fault that you were even at the bar. Your plans had been completely tossed aside because of her.
She’d begged you as soon as work had finished up for the day, insisting that you come along with her and the others for just a few hours. You’d decided that it couldn’t hurt. It was one night, and going out tonight meant that she wouldn’t bug you for at least a few more weeks, so you were happy enough with that.
You were sat at a table in the corner with the rest of your group, all of whom were definitely more than tipsy and were showing no signs of leaving any time soon – with the exception of Jake Seresin, who had surprisingly not consumed much alcohol tonight. You’d heard from the others that he could get pretty rowdy on a Saturday night at the Hard Deck, though from your limited experience, you didn’t quite know what that meant.
Little did you know that you were the reason Jake wasn’t drunk.
The second you’d walked into the bar Jake had been surprised to see you – everyone had. But Jake especially. He’d always been intrigued by you. You were quieter than everyone else, less interested in the drinking, partying lifestyle than everyone else. He’d compared you to Bob for a while there, not just because you were a WSO too but also because your personalities seemed similar, but even Bob was more into the late nights lifestyle than you were. It made Jake want to get to know you. But the problem was, he barely ever actually saw you since you never came out to the bar.
He had thought tonight might be the night, but he’d been very wrong considering you’d ended up sat between Natasha and Fanboy, both of whom had consumed a fair amount of alcohol and were very talkative. There would be no use talking over the top of them just to try and talk to you.
You stifled a yawn and looked down at your watch. It was just past midnight, and definitely past your bedtime, but the idea of leaving now and trying to push through the big crowd of people all still enjoying their night to get to the door didn’t seem very appealing.
Jake noticed your poor attempt to conceal the yawn and smiled to himself. This really wasn’t your scene, was it? That simple fact made him even more intrigued by you.
It didn’t take much longer for you to start to feel the itch to leave, though. You were tired, and even though you had the day off tomorrow, you had things to do and you didn’t want to be exhausted or have to sleep in a lot in order to feel well rested. And so it was decided – you’d make your way through the crowd to get to the doors.
Across the table, a drunken Payback laughed at something Coyote had said. You leant towards Natasha, sat beside you, who had been talking to Rooster sat on her other side.
“I’m gonna head off,” you told her.
Natasha frowned. “You’re going so soon?”
You nodded. “Yeah, I’m getting pretty tired.”
“Okay,” she said, a little disappointed. “But get home safe, okay? Text me when you do!”
“Of course, and you get home safe tonight too, okay?”
Natasha pulled you in for an awkward side hug and then went back to her conversation with Rooster after you stood up, excusing yourself quietly from the table of people too caught up in their own conversations to notice you leaving.
Except for Jake, of course.
He huffed. He’d lost his chance to talk to you on the one night you’d come out to join them at the bar. But then he watched you stop as you reached the edge of the crowded dance floor, watched as you looked around, trying to judge a way through the crowd to get to the doors on the other side, and an idea sprung to mind.
Jake stood up from the table, making his way past a few people and over to you. You hadn’t even moved in the time it’d taken him to get over to you. He stopped beside you.
“You stuck?” He asked, his lips quirking up into a smirk.
You hadn’t even seen him come up beside you and jumped a little at the sound of his voice, eyes moving to look up at him. Stuck? Well… “I’m just trying to judge the best way to get to the exit. I’m not stuck.”
Jake shook his head, amused, then held his hand out to you. “Allow me.”
“Allow you to what?” You looked between his eyes and his hand.
Cute, Jake thought. But this was no time to stand here making idle conversation when his intention was completely clear, at least to him. He’d seen your yawn, he could tell you were tired, and standing around here waiting would just make you more exhausted.
So, instead of explaining himself, Jake reached down and took your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. “Trust me,” he said, and then he was moving, your hand in his, leading you through the crowd. He swerved around everyone perfectly, not even bumping into anyone. It was as if he was parting the crowd, as if they were all moving for him. With a start, you realised that they probably were. Half the people in this bar that knew Jake Seresin were definitely a little bit scared of him.
He didn’t let go of your hand until you had gotten out of the crowd and out of the front doors of the bar. You both stood on the deck, the moonlight shining down on you and the sound of the waves in the distance.
“Thank you,” you said, gesturing back towards the bar. “I guess I was stuck.”
Jake smiled. “It’s no problem, darlin’. Couldn’t have you getting lost in that crowd.”
His words had you smiling against your better judgement.
“You all right getting home by yourself or do you want me to walk you?”
You raised your eyebrows at him. First he’d held your hand to get you through the crowd and now he was offering to walk you home? What had gotten into Jake Seresin?
“You don’t have to do that,” you shook your head.
“And why not?”
“I can walk home by myself, and everyone’s probably wondering where you went.”
Jake shrugged. “Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me if I let you walk home by yourself though, would it? And I don’t really care if they’re wondering where I went.”
“You don’t?”
“No,” he said. “Out of all the people in there, you’re actually the only one I’ve wanted to talk to all night. But since you ended up sat between the two chatterboxes…”
Now his words confused you. You looked at him, tilting your head to the side and trying to figure out what was going on. Was he playing a game? Had someone dared him? You’d never seen this side of Jake Seresin. He was always cocky, always honest. But he’d never been someone you’d talked to or spent too much time around. He was more stories than anything else to you. And here he was, telling you that he’d wanted to talk to you all night?
“Did Nat put you up to this?” You asked him hesitantly.
He laughed. “No one put me up to anything, darlin’. Now, please let me walk you home and let me ask you the questions that have been running through my head all night.”
You looked at him for a few moments. Jake Seresin wasn’t a bad guy. He wasn’t going to hurt you, and truthfully you would feel safer having him walk you home. What could go wrong by a simple walk with him?
“Okay, let’s go.”
The smile that appeared on his face made your heart flutter.
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Imagine being at a corroded coffin gig and eddie says something like this one's for my *insert cringey pet name* and all the girls are just jealous of whoever that might be and you're just standing there like 🧍♀️ and completely red
He totally loves messing with you. Obviously only in funny ways. But he can picture things being a story he’ll get Gareth to include in a best man speech Eddie and yours wedding one day.
You told Eddie you didn’t want to be on stage with him, when he proposed bringing you up by your hand and singing to you, or showing off his hot girlfriend to the audience, because he was truly happy. And while you didn’t mind him making things official to the public, now you two presumed there was a newly public view on him, there was a different problem. You told Eddie you absolutely did not want to be shown off during a live set. That seemed mortifying, in a stage fright way. But he could respect you not wanting to go up on stage, that was fine, even if he’d scream to the whole world that he was your soulmate. You told him that you’d just be embarrassed. Also, you didn’t want to be mauled by the small mass of parasocial fans Eddie was starting to collect. Corroded Coffin were just starting to get big, but that also meant that some of their fans were more... hardcore, when it came to their love of certain members. Being so fresh to Corroded Coffin actually being successful, with a small but committed fanbase. With Eddie being the shining headliner for loving fans. You didn’t actually think any of the girls would eat you alive in the crowd if Eddie did point you out. Although the thought of someone waiting at the back door to the bar, to hurl insults at you, was a little anxiety inducing.
Eddie promised not to bring you on stage with a lighthearted laugh however. Although his extra comment of “But I didn’t say anything about embarrassing you” was something you weren’t sure whether you actually had to worry about or not. You at least knew Eddie wouldn’t actually hurt you like that. But him playing a game? Ohhh yeah
You were coming back from the fridge with your soda as Eddie looked up at you, taking a cooling sip before you continued this topic of conversation for the night. “I mean, I don’t mind you calling me, like, your snugglebug at home or anything, ya know? But saying that in front of a bunch of people... someone’s gonna jump me.” You half joked.
Eddie hummed, smiling relaxedly up at you. “You like that one, don’t you?” He said, opening his arm as you nodded, quickly shuffling into his side on the couch, under his extended limb. You sat against Eddie’s chest, as he nuzzled your head with his chin, happily. “Well you are my snugglebug baby.”
You smiled, looking up at him, and picking away your strings of hair that stayed attached to his jaw. Feeling it move as he spoke softly again. “And good. Cos I love snuggling with you.”
Eddie kissed all over your face, quick and direct attacks as you didn’t move away, but just beamed up at him as he did so. Eyes closed because he kept pressing kisses to them, but your face saying enough. As his soft pecks moved to the back of your hand he picked up, you opened your freed mouth. “Yeah. But, you may lose your metal cred if you say that in front of all those other metal fans.”
“I don’t care. It’s true.” Eddie swears solemnly, eyes playful as he leans his head agaisnt your chest now, falling like a lump half into your lap, so he can look up at you and make sure you’re seeing his exaggerated faces. “Plus, metal people can be all sweet. I am.”
You hum, interrupting as you ‘consider’ that fact, slapping away Eddie’s hand that whacked you first.
“Hmm!” Eddie repeats mockingly, sticking his tongue out at you. “We are though! We’re just normal people... mostly. Are you saying that makes me less metal?” He asks, faux offended, with a hand to his chest.
“Yes.” You respond bluntly. Only to tease him. Eddie bites your titty in retaliation, only lowly laughing when you shove his jaw away after yelling ‘ow!’ “That’s not even that bad a pet name. I could think of plenty mushy gushy sickly sweet creepily involved names to say!” He states proudly.
“I don’t know if that’d be more embarrassing for me, or for you. Although I don’t know if you’re capable of showing embarrassment Munson.” You raise your eyebrow, rubbing his chest with a playful shake. “People may still think it’s unmetal.”
“Nah!” Eddie responds, causing you to roll your eyes, even though you smile. You love how secure Eddie is most of the time. “They won’t. I could say anything and those fellow sheepies would eat... it... up!” Eddie pounces up and gnaws on your face, wrapping his arms around you the more he hears you laughing. Before committing to not canabalise his girlfriend, and pushing his face into your neck, nuzzling there with a whining sigh.
You poke him. Grinning. “See? Snugglebug.”
Eddie sticks his thumb out affirmatively, smiling more into your shoulder when he hears you laugh at his antics, before cuddling you with said arm again. “Yupppp. You too.”
You’re cheering the loudest in a room of fans, as Corroded Coffin finish one of their songs. This one particularly had a lot of guitar, even though they all did, but it was one Eddie got a sick solo on too, so you had to cheer just that bit louder for your boyfriend. Even though you of course, loved the other guys too. You cupped your hands around you mouth as you wooed for him, the band all stretching their fingers as the speakers finally quieted a little.
Some of the girls surrounding you were cheering louder too, because Eddie was coming up to the microphone. You looked on from your front row, the other band members taking drinks of water as Eddie slammed his forearm against his sweaty head, asking the crowd how everyone was doing tonight, as he fixed the fact that he’d made his fringe crazy bad, getting a bunch of cheers in response.
Eddie looked down at you now, a smile already plastered on his face, but crinkling just that bit brighter as he looked at you. Able to see you even with the stage lights, because you always came early to get that front row room, just so he could see you there.
Eddie took off his denim vest, leaving his sleeveless black tee clinging to his sweating torso, chained bracelets jangling as pointed out to the crowd. “I’ve got a very special person in the room with me tonight. My own personal love, here to support me like always, guys and gals.”
You knew Eddie wouldn’t be able to see your pinched and simultaneously looking-like-you-were-about-to-explode expression, but he wasn’t even looking at you. His eyes were still surfing the crowd, occasionally giving you a glance as he grinned. Girls in your ears cheered louder, some friends grabbing each other and shaking them, people amping each other up.
“So this next one’s for my baby dolly, my hot patootie, my kitten whiskers, right here in the room with us tonight!” Eddie jumped straight back to his guitar, the drums starting up before he could even finish his last word, as one girl started crying in your ear, and others were screaming for Eddie’s attention still. Some looking far and wide in the crowd for this... ‘lover’.
You didn’t want to stand out, by acting odd. But you were literally just... standing there. You bounced your shoulders a little to the music, just to not catch suspicion, in your mind going through one more time what Eddie had just done.
And then, a smile formed on your tight lips. Shaking your head at Eddie when he chanced a look over at you, even risking a wink, how could he not for his lover, with his teeth gleaming from his cocky smile. You were still smirking back at him. Asshole. He didn’t even pick a romance song afterwards! This was just some random cover.
You totally weren’t gonna let him have snugglebug privileges at home tonight
#ty for the Eddie ask!#he is the love of my life fr#I kept going back with this one actually. but I had to remind myself it’s not like the fics I edit for 2 weeks before posting lmao#so hope it okay!!#eddie munson#Eddie Munson/reader#Eddie Munson fluff#ask#anon#Eddie Munson x reader#Eddie Munson drabble#Eddie Munson blurb#stranger things#rockstar eddie munson
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Okokok so what if the reader is a part of the more popular crowd but is secretly really nerdy and owns like every superhero comic book known to man. And Rory being Rory is like madly in love with her already because she's just really pretty plus she helped him once so now he's like head over heels. But anyways what if the gang are at a comic book shop but see the reader there and like to confront her by asking why she's there and she basically just starts RAMBLING on and on and on about how big of a fan she is of these comic books. And Rory just falls even more in love with her(if that's even possible) and like he just puts his hands on her cheeks to make her shut up and just says "you're the girl of my dreams" and like kisses her BOOM! EVERYONE SHOCKED!! BOOM HAPPY ENDING!!
Girl of My Dreams (Rory Keaner X Reader)
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Summary: Rory Keaner was already heavily infatuated with Whitechapel’s pride and joy, Y/n L/n. But when he finds out she’s a nerd, he falls even harder for her.
A/N: Reader nerds out over scooby doo bc I nerd out over scooby doo, you wouldn’t believe how much I talk about it irl. So yea reader and Rory bond over scooby apocalypse (it’s like the only comic I own) and scooby lore, this fic is kinda just me projecting lmao
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It was no secret that Rory was head over heels for Y/n L/n, one of the most popular girls in Whitechapel. His friends had tried to get his head out of the clouds because there was no way a popular girl would fall for a nerd. Rory thought that was an outdated concept. Eventually, the gang let him have his delusions because his infatuation seemed to be more than the fleeting crushes he had had on others in the past.
Rory thought he had more of a chance with Y/n than with his past crushes. For one, she actually acknowledged and talked to him without being forced to, like being paired together for a school project. She didn’t push him away when he’d go up to speak to her, despite the looks her friends would give him for just approaching them. Y/n seemed engaged in their conversations, making Rory’s dead heart flutter when she’d add on to something he’d say instead of wondering what he was talking about.
“She’s not just hot, Benny!” Rory argued with his friend as he and the gang walked around an outlet mall. The girls wanted to go shopping, and the boys thought that would be the perfect opportunity to look for things to add to their game and comic collection. “She’s really nice and sweet and funny and hot!”
“I’m just saying that maybe you shouldn’t get your hopes up too high, Rory.” Benny sighed, trying not to crush his spirits. “I mean, have you thought that maybe she’s nice to you because she’s popular and doesn’t wanna seem like a bitch in front of people?”
“Don’t say that about her, Benny! Besides, we’ve talked in private before. And she’s just as nice, maybe even nicer!”
“When have you talked to her in private, Rory?” Ethan asked. He half regretted asking because Rory got even more excited.
“Okay, so I was in the library, right? We had some research project, and I was trying to find a book. Well, Y/n was also in the library, and she came up to me asking if I was looking for something. Turns out, we were looking for the same book, so when we found it, we took notes on it together. Did you know she color codes her notes?”
“I learn something new about her every day,” Benny muttered. Erica decided to butt in.
“Guys, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but stop being so hard on Y/n.” Benny and Ethan looked at her, confused. Erica never passed up an opportunity to rag on somebody. But to be fair, she usually ragged on them. “I remember before I became a vampire, she was like the only popular girl who didn’t treat me like trash or like I was invisible.”
That convinced the group a bit more about Y/n. Rory was very imaginative, while Erica was blunt and didn’t care too much about hurting someone’s feelings if what she was saying was honest. One of the boys was going to say something when Rory gasped.
“Guys, I found the comic store!” He raced to the door as fast as he could without using his vampire speed. The rest ran after him, trying not to get hit by the door he whipped open. Rory sped to the comic section as the rest casually looked around. Ethan was in the games section when Rory came back, running into him.
“She’s here!” Rory whispered in a panic.
“Who’s here?” Ethan asked, startled, looking over Rory to see who he was talking about.
“Y/n!” Rory said sharply, looking back for a moment to see if she had heard her name. “She’s in the comic section; what do I do?”
“Go talk to her?” Ethan was confused. Rory was going on and on about how Y/n was so nice and easy to talk to. He didn’t understand what was stopping him from doing so now.
“It’s not that easy! Yeah, at school, it’s fine. But this is, like, out in the open. This is unexplored territory, E!”
“No, it’s not, Rory.” Ethan put his hands on Rory’s shoulders, trying to get him to focus. “You can do this, man. You’re in a place you’ve been in about a thousand times. You’ve talked to Y/n enough times to the point where you’re comfortable enough to go up to her on your own. This should be like a dream scenario for you.”
Rory stared off, thinking about what Ethan was saying. He was right. Y/n was now in his territory, without any of her judgemental friends around her. Talking to her should be a breeze.
“Come on, Rory, go talk to her.” Rory was startled when Ethan started pushing him. He almost stumbled over his feet as Ethan shoved him toward the comics before walking back to the game he was looking at. Rory looked down the aisle. Y/n was still there, looking at a shelf. He took a deep breath before strolling over to her.
“Hey-” Rory cleared his throat, his voice coming out a bit high out of nervousness. “Hey, Y/n. What are you doing here?”
The girl turned to him, immediately smiling at his presence. Rory felt butterflies rapidly flapping around in his stomach.
“Hey, Rory! I’m just here looking for some comics that I’m missing from my collection.” Y/n picked a comic off the shelf. “You know, I’m kinda surprised this is our first time running into each other here.”
“Really?” Rory asked, sneaking a peak at the comic Y/n had picked out.
“Yeah, I mean, I come here-”
“No way! You like Scooby Apocalypse too?” Y/n looked down, realizing he was looking at what was in her hand. She grinned at the fact that he recognized it.
“Yeah! I love Scooby Doo, especially when they have a cool concept like this.” She looked back at the shelf and found another comic in the series that she was missing. “Although, I have to say that my favorite Scooby media has got to be the Mystery Incorporated series.”
“I loved that show!” Rory grinned. As if Y/n wasn’t perfect enough in his eyes, he also discovered that she was a bit of a nerd like him.
“The storytelling is so good! Like finding out that the mystery gang was all connected to the previous group that disappeared and Fred finding out he’s the son of two of the members! Oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on finding out that Scooby’s the descendant of creatures from a whole different dimension, and that’s why he can talk.” Y/n didn’t notice Rory looking at her like a lovesick puppy, thoroughly entranced by her rambles. “Did you know that Anunnaki, the creatures, was actually a group of gods in the Mesopotamian pantheon? So like, Scooby could actually be seen as a descendant of gods! I feel like the writers of the show put so much effort into-”
“God, I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Rory said dreamily. Y/n paused her ramble, looking at him in surprise. Rory soon also became surprised at what he had just said.
“You wanna kiss me?” Rory realized that she didn’t look disgusted or weirded out. She smiled softly at him, waiting for an answer. He took a deep breath to get the courage to speak.
“Yeah.” He nodded, watching her smile get bigger.
“I wouldn’t mind if you did.” Y/n shrugged, taking a step closer to him.
All fear washed away at her words. Rory stepped closer to her until there was barely any space between them. He cupped her cheeks with both hands.
‘She looks even more pretty up close.’ Rory thought as he took one final look at her for confirmation before pressing his lips to hers. One of Y/n’s hands left the comics she was holding to hold the back of his neck, drawing him more to her as their gentle kiss continued.
One of his hands slid down to rest on the small of her back. He gripped the fabric of her sweater as if none of this was real and she would fade away. But it was happening, and nothing could tear them away from this moment.
Until they heard a ‘whoop!’ and broke apart suddenly as if they had just remembered they were in a public place. Rory’s hand on Y/n’s back pushed her closer to him like he was scared that being found so close to him would scare her away. But instead, she leaned into him as her head whipped toward the source of the noise.
“Go, Rory!” The boy looked like a deer in headlights at his friends, who were crowded at the end of the aisle. They all looked both surprised and proud of him for finally making a move, even more surprised that Y/n reciprocated the kiss.
“Uh, a little privacy?” Rory laughed awkwardly, even though they were in public. The friend group quickly nodded and dispersed, acting like they were focused on other things while secretly listening to Rory start to talk to Y/n.
“If that kiss didn’t show it, I really like you, Y/n.” He smiled nervously. “You’re like the girl of my dreams.” Y/n laughed.
“Well, in case my kissing you back didn’t show it, I really like you too, Rory.”
“You’re even more perfecter than I thought you were.”
“‘Perfecter’ isn’t a real word in that context, Rory,” Sarah commented, forgetting that she and the gang weren’t supposed to be eavesdropping.
“Hey!” He looked at her offended before being drawn back to Y/n by a hand on his cheek.
“I think you’re just as perfect, Rory.” He giggled when she leaned in to kiss his cheek. From the corner of his eye, he saw the friends look at him expectantly, like he was supposed to do something. He racked his brain on what he should say.
“There’s an arcade nearby,” Rory said suddenly. “I have some money and… If you don’t mind, I really wanna keep hanging out with you.”
“I’d like that a lot.”
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Hi if you take request I just have this in my mind:
Sometimes when you are somewhere outside (like in a mall) you get distracted by all those people and colorful stores. And if you don’t hold your daddies hands you will easily go another way.
So what if she is to distracted by something and Steve and Bucky just further without noticing that she didn’t follow (maybe they are stressed or smt like that) and she just follows someone who looks like one of her daddy’s and she only notices later that this was not her daddy and she was lost.
Okay so first things first, I'm old and don't know how to put the two similar asks together nicely so here’s a screenshot and get off my lawn. :P (edited to add: Also for @justme1234456 who requested this too!<3)
Second, I had to alter both asks a bit to align it with what I see as canon in my AU. I really hope that’s okay, and I’m sorry if this isn’t what you were looking for. I have to be honest about what I think could actually happen in this little world I’ve created otherwise I just can’t write it truthfully. If that offends anyone, I’m truly sorry for hurting feelings, and I encourage you to find what you’re needing with many of the other insanely-more-talented-than-I-am writers on this site.
Break Away
Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader
Warnings: DDLG (SSC), language, pet names, praise, scared reader, angst, tears, large and pushy crowds, overprotective Papa and Daddy, fluff fluff fluff and did I mention fluff?
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What started as a nice walk in the park quickly turned into one of their worst nightmares.
It had been raining for days in New York. Normally you wouldn’t have minded, having a massive pile of toys to play with and books to have read to you, and an endless supply of other family members in the tower to keep you entertained. But you were fidgety, constantly needing to be on the move. Your daddies had taken you to the big gym floor and set you loose on the giant running track, they’d taken you to the Olympic-sized indoor pool, and they’d even managed to convince Tony to let them take the Quinjet on a quick spin around the state. All of which managed to keep you satisfied...for that day. Then the next day they’d find you with your nose pressed up against the sliding glass door to the patio, watching the pouring rain, asking politely if you could go outside. Four thousand times in a row.
Finally the rain let up right before your bedtime, and the ground became okay enough to not be a giant puddle by morning. You were so excited about going outside, wiggling around so much, that Bucky later grumbled to Steve that it had been easier escaping from the German army than getting you into your coat and rain boots.
“We goin’ to the park, we goin’ to the park, we goin’ to the PAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!” you sung at the top of your little lungs, running back and forth with joy as you held onto Steve and Bucky’s hands, walking through the hallways of the tower. You squealed in delight when they both lifted their arms in tandem, swinging you into the air. “Again again please!!” you begged, laughing uproariously with delight when they obliged.
Steve grinned down at you as you giggled gleefully. He was craving the fresh air just as much as you were and felt as joyful as you did. “Okay, so when we get to Central Park, what are you going to do, angel?” he asked you.
“Hold your hand always!”
“That’s my smart girl. You hold my hand or Daddy’s hand at all times. And what happens if we get separated and you don’t see us?”
“Look for a ‘Venger to help!”
“Right again! I’m so proud of you!” You giggled and blushed, wiggling around extra hard to let Papa know how happy his praise made you. “Now. Last one. If you don’t see someone who can help you, what do you do?”
“Light up shoes and stay PUT!”
“Great job, baby!” Steve cheered, suddenly swinging around and lifting you up into the air while you laughed crazily. All the littles in the Avengers Tower had light up shoes with tiny trackers in them, so if anything ever happened to them outside the tower and they were in little space, they’d always have a tracker on them that a caregiver could follow. It wasn’t too hard to convince any little to wear the shoes that lit up when they stomped; in fact, you all had gone through several pairs of light up shoes, delighted at the light up features. Hey, the system worked.
Bucky grinned at the two of you, reaching back out for your hand the moment your feet touched the ground. “Good job remembering the rules, Trouble,” he said. You wiggled with joy and blushed again, making him chuckle. He looked up at his husband. “You sure you wanna try this without caps and glasses?” he asked again, raising his eyebrows. “No disguises at all?”
Steve smile warmly at his worrywart husband. “We’re not undercover, Buck. We live in this city too, and everyone already knows it anyways. It’ll be okay, and if it’s not, we’ll just ask people to respect our space or we’ll go a different direction. It’ll be fine.”
Bucky kept the smile, but tightened his grip on your hand.
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A little while later, the three of you were enjoying the birds singing, the fresh, cool breeze blowing through the trees, and the hum of human activity all around you. It was so lovely, it seemed like everyone in New York City was trying to get outside to see the sun. You held tight to your daddies’ hands, but your head was constantly whipping around, trying to take in all the sights at once.
Suddenly, there was a scream in the distance. Bucky and Steve’s heads snapped in the direction of the sound automatically, their grips tightening on yours. Out of nowhere, this group of seven or eight teens came barreling at the three of you, all with their phones out, screaming about Captain America and The Winter Soldier. With the speed of light, Bucky tucked you underneath his vibranium arm, cuddling you against his body to keep you safe. This meant you had to let go of Papa’s hand, and you tried to turn your head to make sure he was okay, but Daddy’s grip on you was too strong and you couldn’t see him.
Before you knew it, the crowd grew suddenly larger, and you heard people pointing at the group of teens in recognition- they were something called a...’influencer’ or a ‘TikTok star’ or something...you didn’t understand all the yelling. You got very, very still, hanging desperately onto Daddy’s shirt as he tried to be polite- Avengers had an image to maintain, especially the ‘reformed’ ones like him- but get these people to back off.
One of the boys grabbed onto the vibranium arm that was holding you, screaming about how cool it was. It scared you so badly, not seeing this boy until his hands were reaching right where you were at and the loudness, that you stumbled backwards, causing you to slip out from underneath Bucky’s arm.
Bucky’s head whipped around the second he lost contact with you. “Steve!” he hollered over the melee as he tried to move the kid away from you. “Get her!” All you caught was a glimpse of Steve’s searching blue eyes before a tidal wave of people crashed into you. It was insane- some sort of mob mentality had taken over. Between the two famous Avengers and the internet sensations surrounding them, everyone lost their minds. You tried to push against the tide, tried desperately to keep your eyes on either of them, but the crush of the crowd was too much. Your throat choked up in fear- you couldn’t even call out for them. You were carried away by the wave. It seemed to go on forever and you couldn’t stop it as it pushed you farther and farther away.
Finally there was a break in the people that had been crowding you, and you pushed with all your might to get free of the mob. Trying to keep calm and be brave, you looked around, remembering Rule #2 as hard as you could. Your heart leapt when you saw a long mane of red hair a distance away, and you instantly ran towards it, thinking it was Aunt Natasha. Just as you were about to throw your arms around the woman, she suddenly turned. It wasn’t Auntie Nat. You mumbled an awkward apology and ran in the other direction, embarrassed.
Gulping hard to try to keep your scared sobs inside, you came to a halt. You looked around and didn’t see anything you recognized. There was a pretty, tall fountain with an angel on top close to you, but you didn’t remember it from before. “Light up shoes and stay put,” you whispered to yourself. “Light up shoes and stay put.” You stomped your feet as hard as you could, seeing the rainbow lights activate. You looked around desperately, waiting for them to come and rescue you. You stomped harder and harder, the tears building in your eyes. No Papa. No Daddy. You slowly walked the few steps to the fountain and carefully sat down, the tears now running down your face. Every now and then, you stomped your feet to keep the shoes lit up. “Please find me,” you whispered tearfully, pleading into the air.
Suddenly, there were shrieks and gasps coming from in front of you. You looked up to see people suddenly rushing to the sides, looking like they were dodging to get out of the way of a speeding train. And they were. A speeding train in the form of Daddy.
Bucky came racing towards you faster than you’d ever seen anyone run. You could almost see the flames coming off his feet. The crowd parted for him, but he didn’t give two flying fucks if he ran any of them over. With barely a bend of the knees, he came flying over the stone balustrade walls surrounding the fountain, his eyes locked on your tiny form. All you could do was reach your hands to him before he reached you, scooping you up and crushing you to his chest like he was never going to let you go again.
You just clung to him, still too frightened to do anything else. “Hey, it’s okay baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here and he’s not letting you go,” Bucky was murmuring into your ear, so fast you could barely make out the words. “I am so sorry baby. Daddy will never let that happen again, you hear me? Never again. Never, never again. I’m right here.” You just whimpered and nodded, your tears soaking the front of his shirt. You heard another set of feet come to a screeching halt near you, but you were still too worked up to turn to see if it was Papa. You knew if it wasn’t, Daddy was going to keep you safe, and that was all you could handle at the moment. “Deep breaths, baby, can you do that for me? Can you take some deep breaths?” Daddy asked frantically, tilting his head back to look at you. “Can you take some deep breaths with me? Some deep breaths with Daddy?” You managed to nod again, and relief flooded his face. “That’s my good girl. Okay, we’re gonna sit down and take some breaths together.”
Bucky sat on the edge of the fountain where he’d found you. He turned you in his lap so you could see Steve sitting next to the both of you. Your left hand shot out instantly, needing to touch him too. Steve took your hand, covering it with his other, stroking and patting it, his eyes a warring storm of fear and relief, while Bucky held you tight,
“Okay, baby, let’s breathe together. You remember how we breathe when we’re scared?” Daddy asked, looking down at you, his tone a bit calmer now. You could see he was still struggling too, and that gave you the nudge to be brave enough to breathe together. You nodded. “We can do it. We’ll do it together, Daddy and Baby. Okay, here we go. Breathe in.” You two locked eyes and breathed in, Bucky counting as he inhaled. “One, two, three, four,” he said on the air, then nodded at you. You held your breath with him as his lips moved, counting to four again, but not letting any air out. “Breathe out, one, two, three, four, five, six,” Bucky said, keeping his eyes locked on you while you went through the exercise together. He silently counted to six as you held your breath again. You went through the cycle three times together, feeling better and better each time. When you finished, Daddy smiled proudly at you. “I knew you could do it, Baby. Daddy loves you so much.”
“Love you too Daddy,” you said, tucking your forehead into his chest again, happy that he was okay now too. You brought Papa’s hand up to your face. “Love you too Papa.” You squeezed his fingers, pressing them in to your cheek.
“Papa loves you so much,” Steve responded, his voice tight with emotion. “Are you okay honey?” You pursed your lips for a moment, but nodded.
“M’okay. Big peoples.”
“Yeah, that crowd was crazy, right?”
“Too loud.”
“Definitely too loud. I’m so sorry baby, that should never have happened.”
“They all go away?”
“Yeah, they’re all away now. You remember how Uncle Tony says that he can watch everybody everywhere?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, he saw on his cameras that the mean crowd was bothering us and his flying suits came to help.”
“WOW.”
“We’ll have to thank him when we get home.”
“Okay, I help.”
Both your daddies chuckled, relieved that you were starting to sound like you again. “What do you think, Baby? Do you want to go home?” Bucky asked, bouncing you a little, trying to gauge how you were feeling.
“Um,” you said. Now that you were over the fear, you weren’t QUITE ready to be back inside just yet. “We look at duckies please?” The men exchanged a quick look, checking in with each other, before they turned back to you, smiling.
“Okay, Trouble, we will go look at the ducks,” Bucky said softly, before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Good manners.” He stood up and was about to tell you that you were only staying at the park if he carried you for the rest of the day, but the iron grip you had on his tee shirt and the way your legs locked around his waist let him know that you had no intention of being set down, anyways. He pressed another kiss into your hair.
They walked to a quieter section by the water, grinning and laughing as you insisted on pointing to each and every duck, naming them one by one. After about ten minutes, Steve got a pedicab to get you all back to the street so you wouldn’t have to walk through all the people again. You’d made a full recovery by the time you all got back to Avengers’ Tower, babbling excitedly about all the ducky friends you’d made today and making plans to bring them bread tomorrow.
But Bucky still didn’t set you down for the rest of the evening. And you were okay with that.
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*cracks knuckles* what if Bobutter happened back in the 90s
I have been thinking about this for a very long time. Too long, even. And I have come to but one singular conclusion.
It would be fucked.
The right relationship can NOT fix Bojack. The show made this abundantly clear and I refuse to throw that to the wind for the sake of a hypothetical.
All the support in the world and Bojack would have still had his decline. Hell, Bojack had his decline while Herb was still in his life. Whether they were friends or dating would not have changed Bojack’s transition into an intolerable abrasive asshole. Same with PC. She loved Bojack so much and showered him with all the love and support he could possibly ask for. All of these are simple observations of Bojack’s character in the main series, but they set a precedent for the hypothetical that simply can’t be ignored.
Part 1: How the heck would this happen
So, Imagine this. It’s the 90s. You’re Bojack Horseman, Bojack is age 27, we’ll say. (This dates us around 1991-ish. Timelines are hard, the details don’t matter a ton that’s just roughly his age). Life is good, your show’s on the up, nothing can stop you. You sleep around, you party, and you drink a ton. It’s ok, you’re a celebrity, you can do whatever the hell you want and no one holds you accountable.
You’re at some Christmas party. Tons of celebrities, tons of big names, you’ve been to a million of these. You hover by the bar, eyes on the crowd, and wait for something to pique your interest.
You’re approached by some young lab, vaguely familiar face. He says he’s a huge fan of your work, that you were an inspiration to him, yadda yadda yadda. He says he, himself just got cast in a sitcom, and he’s the star! THATS where you recognize him from. Some nothingburger ripoff of Horsin’ Around. Doomed to flop, since nothing could POSSIBLY compare to the original.
You indulge this kid and his delusions of grandeur. He’s pretty charming, actually, not even you’re immune to it. He buys you a drink, so you keep talking to him, since at least you’re actually getting something out of this arrangement. You drink and talk and laugh, you don’t mind it one bit, actually.
As the alcohol flows Bojack begins to lose a touch of his self control. A drunk mouth speaks sober thoughts, and Bojack’s thoughts are telling him a TON. How cute this guy is, how he’s funny, and charming, and pretty tiny compared to you. He looks young too, but you don’t exactly burden yourself with asking.
With Bojack’s judgement dulled like hell he doesn’t focus on the fact that he’s letting his very ill-repressed queerness slip, only on how positively this kid’s reacting to his lingering touches, the one arm around his shoulder, the other hand on his knee…
In what seemed like a blink of an eye the two were waking up hungover and sore, wrapped up in the sheets of your bed. You’re immediately filled with regret, disgust, and self loathing. Yeah, that ill-repressed queerness I mentioned earlier? Every time that bubbles up Bojack spirals to shit.
He wouldn’t be nice to Peanutbutter the morning after. He might vent, he might shout, he definitely throws Peanutbutter out asap. He’s let shit slip before, but actually sleeping with a guy? He’s never done anything so severe. He really doesn’t know how to respond… But he also can’t get Peanutbutter out of his head.
Bojack was… a bit erratic. He tended to flip-flop on his own feelings on the matter. His sober mind couldn’t stand the idea, and his drunken self couldn’t help but call him…
Bojack couldn’t let the idea rest, he was stressing himself the hell out, and the only thing he could think to do was embrace it. He’d call frequently, they’d spend time together more regularly, sometimes even in sober hours. Before long the question came up… “what are we”
Bojack was… happy. He was comfortable, and that feeling wasn’t always the most common for him to experience. So… he clung. He sank his nails into Peanutbutter, taking the plunge. This made him happy. He’d met a funny and sweet guy and he took what he could get out of the arrangement, even if the payment was needing to commit.
Part 2: The decline
A few years later, 1994, age 30. Horsin’ Around. Herb is gone, there’s a new writer, a young Sarah Lynn was just involved in a scandal where she got into the vodka, and you had to chuck one of your only friends under the bus to save the show.
FURTHERMORE your boyfriends new show is absolutely booming, far more then yours has at any point, with the slowly declining writing. All this promises to slowly scoop up your fanbase, little by little, as people begin to fall out of love with your show. Out of love with you. Some self important nobody thinks he can come in and scoop up your fame… But that’s supposed to be your boyfriend, you’re supposed to be happy for him, and always in his corner.
The resentment builds, but you bite your tongue. Even you realize this isn’t the time to be selfish. You hold it in and let it fester. The only saving grace is that you guys aren’t public. You can’t go public. Herb was a cautionary tale, and there was no way you were gonna let this relationship get between you and your true potential as an actor.
The only saving grace is that Peanutbutter agrees with you. He’s not exactly scrambling to go public either, not when his show’s popularity is beginning to skyrocket. That’s all it is and all it had to be, just two closeted actors who only have any sort of relationship behind closed doors.
Your show ends… and you’re broken and lost, Peanutbutter’s loving support being the only thing to get you through it. A few years later his show ends… and you’re silently celebrating that. You really are a piece of shit, huh.
You don’t break up, though, this is kind of a shock. Peanutbutter is sweet, and loyal, and is always in tune with your rough moments. He knows you’re messy, and a bit complicated, and he loves you the way you are. That’s a nice feeling, so you keep him around. You’re happy to accept his love and support.
And he doesn’t even ask for a thing in return.
THIS IS PART 1. PART 2 IS NOT DONE YET AND IDK HOW MANY PARTS THERE WILL BE JUST YET
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You're a cutie ☆ミ
Harry Potter x gn reader (〝⌒∇⌒〝)
Warnings: just a tiny big of angst mostly cute fluff
Summary: Reader is feeling a bit sad, so Harry tries to cheer her up (friends to lovers fic).
Link to my previous James Potter fanfic
You arrive at Diagon Alley for your yearly shopping trip, but instead of feeling happy, you feel rather lonely and melancholy, it had been a year since the battle of hogwarts so after having visited half the shops, you decide to go to the Leaky Cauldron, hoping the warmth of the pub will make you feel better. When you enter, your mood lifts immediately. The bar is crowded, and the atmosphere is cosy. You find a booth in the back, and as you look up, you notice a familiar face walking in, who grins when you smile and wave him over to sit with you.
"Hi Harry," you say loudly
Harry waves at you and slides into the booth, grabbing a pitcher of Butterbeer as he does so.
“You look a little down. What’s the matter? Everything alright?” He says with a sympathetic smile.
Oh, Harry is so sweet, you thought. He was always looking out for others.
"Ah... you know, feeling a bit tired," you say truthfully.
Harry’s eyes soften upon hearing you say that. He reaches out an arm and rests a hand on your shoulder.
“Anything I can do to help? I may not be the wisest fella, but I’ve been told I am rather good at cheering people up.” He offers you a comforting smile, which somehow warms you from the inside out.
"You’re cute Harry you know that," You say teasingly.
Harry feels himself blushing at the compliment, and then grins at you.
“Well, thanks? I’d like to think that I have my charm moments,” he says in a playful tone.
He then smiles at you, “but honestly? I think you’re the cute one.”
You roll your eyes playfully at his comment, "What brings you here, Harry?"
“I could do with a chat and a good butterbeer,” Harry says and smiles warmly at you. He also happens to think you look really great tonight and is very tempted to say so, but decides against it for now.
“What are you doing in Diagon Alley, if you don’t mind me asking. I don’t really recognise this as your usual hangout place.”
"Oh, I'm just doing my yearly school shop."
Harry nods along and makes a little “Mm-hm” sound.
“Did you manage to get all the supplies you need?” He asks with a curious expression. “Not like a certain someone who’s a chronic procrastinator who would rather goof off than get his supply list finished…” He says with a joking smirk and nudging your shoulder with his.
"Yup, I've got everything, Mr Procrastinator ," You tease.
Harry laughs lightly. “I was talking about myself, you know,” he says with a smile, “but you knew that.” He says with a grin and nudges your shoulder once more. “I’m glad to hear you managed to get everything you need, though. I wouldn’t want you to be underprepared the day for the school year starts.”
He tilts his head at you, “So… how are you liking your holiday so far?” He asks, wanting to know how your time off from Hogwarts has been treating you.
"Actually to tell you the truth it's been quite hard, I'm just scared for them to end because then we would be back at hogwarts and.....you know.....that's where the battle happened and I'm worried I'll just see the bodies of our loved ones, and death eaters!" You give a shudder.
Harry looks worried and reaches to grab your hand to offer you comfort as you speak.
“I… I completely understand,” he says quietly and then sighs a little bit.
“Unfortunately I can’t exactly promise you nothing bad will happen. Death Eaters are ruthless, and I can’t make any guarantees. However…” he gives you a soft smile, “I can promise we’ll be there for each other. We’re in this together.”
He squeezes your hand a little.
“You have my word. And you have me.”
You give him a smile, "Thanks, Harry, you are a good person, you know."
Harry blushes at your kind words.
“Well… I try to be,” he says as he smiles at you. He then clears his throat and attempts to shift the conversation into a slightly lighter tone.
“So if you could do anything you wanted right now, what would you do?” He asks playfully. “You can ask for the moon and stars. The sky is the limit. It’s your wish, whatever it is.” He says with a grin.
You think for a moment and then decide what you wish for.
"I think I'd like to be in my house with some hot chocolate and a blanket, maybe watch a movie."
Harry nods. “Sounds perfect. What movie would you like to watch?” He asks curiously.
“And you can have all the hot chocolate you’d like. I’ll whip you up a batch.” He adds with a warm smile.
You blush, did he truly mean that?
"You want to go home with me and do that?" You ask, blushing.
Harry blushes and looks at you for a moment. “I…” he trails off for a second, blushing even more as his eyes look you up and down, taking you in.
“Yeah, I think I would.” He smiles back at you. “It would be nice.”
You smile at him, feeling a little bit shy, "Ok, let's go to my house, I'll apparate us there."
“Alright, lead the way,” Harry says with a warm smile and stands up to follow after you.
He pauses for a second before asking quietly, “Would it be okay if I held your hand?” He asks sincerely. “I just want to know what you're comfortable with.”
you love how sensitive Harry is with what you are comfortable with, "of course, cutie!"
Harry smiles at you and blushes at that adorable nickname you gave him.
“Thank you,” he says quietly, and as he holds your hand, he feels this sense of rightness within him, and the realization that you and him have a connection that goes deeper than just friends. That this is something special.
He laces his fingers with yours as he walks along with you. “So have you got any cute roommates I should know about?” He asks with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.
"You'll see," you laugh, apparating yourselves into your home.
Your home is amazing. It’s the definition of cosy. Just like you described, there’s a blanket on the couch and hot chocolate steaming away on the kitchen counter. It really is the perfect place to relax and watch a movie.
“This is nice,” Harry says with a content sigh and then takes a seat on the couch, putting his arm around you in an affectionate motion. “I’m really glad you brought me here.” He smiles kindly at you.
you give a small smile and plop right down next to him on the couch, waiting for him to choose a movie to watch, when your cat comes to see who is sitting on their favourite napping place
"Harry, meet my cute roommate flutter," you tease gesturing towards the fluffy cat.
Harry smiles and picks up your cat, giving it a few scritches and pats.
“Hello, Flutter,” he says in a soft and gentle voice. “Very cute roommates you’ve got!” He says as he giggles and sets his kitty friend down next to you at the end of the couch.
Harry looks through the collection of DVDs at your coffee table and ends up picking out a movie called “The Breakfast Club.”
“Do you want to watch this? I quite liked it when I was younger.”
"Sure!" Leaning your head against his shoulder, getting yourself into a comfy position on the lumpy couch.
Harry blushes a little more at the way you melt into his body, and smiles softly as he feels you pull closer.
“Are you comfortable?” He asks you and looks down at you with a look of pure concern and caringness. “If you want the remote, I can grab it for you.” He offers as the title menu starts loading.
"No, cutie, I'm perfectly content," you say.
Harry’s cheeks keep growing red as he hears that adorable nickname again, but the heat he feels in his face is completely justified now and comes from something more than just being warm. It’s from pure affection and fondness.
“That’s good,” he says quietly, and kisses you on the cheek as the movie starts playing. His lips softly press against your skin, and his touch is light, careful, but there’s a little bit of pressure too, enough for you to know that he means it, and that this is no casual peck.
"Harry...... can I ask you?" Something you aren't sure if the question is appropriate or if your anxiety is acting up.
Harry looks at you with an expression of concern, and then nods at you.
“Of course you can, anything,” he says, and his tone is empathetic and compassionate. “What’s on your mind?” He asks earnestly, and his expression is warm, inviting, and soft. It makes you want to tell him anything you want to get off your chest when you look at him because you just know that he would handle your feelings responsibly and carefully.
"Are you still seeing Ginny?" You really hoped he wasn't because she had been harbouring a crush on him forever, and now has he been showing you some affectionate signs.
Harry looks at you, and it’s as if the rest of the world just falls away when you look into his eyes. They’re warm, kind and thoughtful, and the moment you see them, your heart skips a beat and you feel that familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the one that’s just for him.
It’s like you’re in your own little world with him. No one else exists.
He takes a moment to collect his thoughts and consider what you asked.
“No,” he says quietly, “I’m not seeing Ginny.”
"Oh....." relief floods through you.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Harry says with a gentle smile at you. “I like you, you know that. And nobody else is going to steal my attention or affections.” He says with absolute sincerity and truthfulness. He leans in to kiss you lightly on the forehead.
“You’re my main priority.” He says as he pulls back after the kiss, looking down at you with an adoring and fond expression.
"Harry Potter, you make me the happiest person in the world!" You say genuinely.
Harry sighs softly and smiles at you.
“You make me the happiest person in the world, y’know?” He says while nodding, “so it’s only fitting that the feeling is mutual,” he adds, his tone soft and tender.
There’s something about you that just… makes him want to shower you with all the love he has in him. It’s that deep sense of being special to one another that he’s never felt before.
"I'd like to start seeing you when we go back to school, Harry." You say wanting to have something more with Harry.
Harry’s eyes light up and he nods. “That’s… definitely something I’d like as well,” he says with a warm and genuine smile on his face.
“You’re an amazing person. I feel like we have something very special here and… honestly, I’d like to see where this goes.” He says softly, placing a hand on your cheek and looking into your eyes. His gentle touch sends a thrill of excitement throughout your heart and makes you feel giddy with happiness.
You smile, pressing a soft peck to his lips.
Harry blushes and his heart skips a beat at your kiss. It’s the perfect blend of cute and flirty.
“Mmm…” he mumbles softly and blushes even more. “That felt really nice, y’know?”
He leans in and kisses you again, this time just a little bit more deeply than last time. For the first time, a trace of his tongue moves to meet yours, slowly, with no rush or pressure to the moment. As you pull back, you see Harry’s face is all glowing red still, and his expression is one of pure joy.
"I love you, Harry," you say your heart had never been this full of happiness before.
Harry’s lips part as you say that in a breath of surprise. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, and for a moment, he just stares in disbelief.
“I…I-I…” he stammers out, his voice breaking as his chest flutters with an overwhelming sense of emotions. “I love you too!” He says in a soft whisper, and tears stream down his cheeks as he realizes just how much that statement means to him. He leans in to pull you in for an all-consuming kiss.
The End
#harry james potter#harry potter#harry potter x reader#harry potter x yn#harry potter x you#harry potter oneshot#harry potter headcanon#harry potter imagine#harry potter x ginny weasley#harry potter fluff#character ai
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There’s been a few rumours that the Russos (and one of the writers from Infinity War/Endgame) may be coming back for Avengers 5/6! I’m curious about what those movies will be like, because they’re going to be even MORE crowded with a gazillion characters. 😅
And particularly, I wonder what the role of the Guardians is even gonna be in them… or at least Star-Lord, if no one actually has any plans to bring them back — which seems to be the most likely outcome. Personally, I wouldn’t actually mind too much if the new Guardians were brought back to join the final battle or something like that. It might be nice as a last hurrah for Rocket, maybe!
But what do you think? I know your opinions on those movies, so… I know what you have to say will be very interesting. 😁
oooooh boy. this just unlocked a whole bunch of competing thoughts in my head. i hope i can make sense of them enough to type them up.
here's the thing. i don't trust the russos or the IW/E writers but i am a person who (1) believes that people can grow and become better at damn near anything they want to, and (2) i am happy to be wrong. maybe the russos and whichever writer who is coming on board will have taken good lessons from the last five years since endgame (five years holy shit) and they'll come out stronger, better, more respectful storytellers. maybe they'll listen to other, better, more respectful storytellers on the team. hell, maybe disney will even let them be better (disney properties seem to be at their best when the mouse is least invested in controlling its indentured creatives). and of course, quality and effective storytelling won't only be on the shoulders of the russos et al. it will also be on the people who are working on the adjacent, intervening movies, and whether they are capable of and permitted to create compelling narratives and fully-developed characters along the way.
now, another thing i think will be tricky is if they choose to do another massive ensemble-battle (like the final endgame fight). i'm just not sure almost anything they can do will be actually satisfying to anyone who identifies with the characters who aren't the main focus. the reason that so-called "girl-power" moment in endgame was so fucken dissatisfying for so many of us was because it was unearned. condescending. you can't choose to feature so few of these women in the course of the whole movie, kill the only one of them with more than like three lines, and then throw every woman left alive into thirty seconds of battle choreography and think that your target-audience will see that as anything but patronizing. if the russos go for that level of sprawling battle-pageantry, that's what will happen, on some level. we just can't pay attention to every character the way they truly deserve when the cast is that massive.
and... i imagine this is exactly how the guardians would feature, if they aren't picked up by anyone in the meantime: one second of screentime in the background of a big fight, maybe with rocket's signature word as his new team advances to ultimately be lost in the ranks. or a singular star-lord, fighting on the side of the new avengers.
now, i'll let you in on a little and possibly controversial secret: i don't need more of rocket in the mcu. i think the mcu might fuck up a beautiful story. if they were to bring him back - unless it were a complete alternate timeline like a new cartoon - i almost think it would need to be a wholly different genre. here are the best ways i think disney could bring "mcu" rocket back:
fuck copaganda but brooklyn-99 had a distinctly guardians vibe in terms of a bunch of well-meaning dysfunctional idiots coming together under extremely exhausted but HIGHLY effective leadership. we could take this ride through space in a star-trek-esque adventure-of-the-week approach or base it in knowhere so we can really see what it looks like to be a guardian in that community, and meet some of the characters like xlomo smeth, ssssaralami, hoobtoe, the broker, HOWARD, etc.
mst3k but it's like, movie night on knowhere. they project some disney movie on the side of one of the bone-buildings and rocket and groot are always making commentary. but they're not the only ones. nebula's there, and for kid-appropriate movies drax and the kids are too. sometimes howard comes along and he and rocket get drunk and compete to be the harshest critic. adam tries to crack jokes sometimes but he's bad at it.
nebula and rocket during the snap. IN SPACE. mostly. i'll accept occasional visits to terra check in on thor. i suspect we see a lot of kraglin on the third quadrant and maybe spend some time helping with reconstruction in knowhere.
a super-ironic self-aware parody of some old sitcom like full house. i'm open to rocket being the father-figure and the new guardians being the chaotic fam, but i'd also be open to it focusing on the star children, calling it "drax the dad," and having rocket be the uncle-jesse-character. which brings me to my last option, which is
actually center the show around a singular someone else, like adam or phylla, and have rocket occasionally make an appearance as an important background character: a father-figure, a mentor, a captain, a guide, a beloved pain-in-the-ass. occasional conversations over the comms where he's like "are you eating enough? are you cleaning your cannons like i taught you? you still closing your eyes when you squeeze the trigger 'cause i told you to stop fuckin doing that. when are you coming home? nebula misses you and your brother is driving me fuckin crazy"
i do think there are other things that good writers could make work but these are the ones my heart rests on because i just don't trust disney/marvel very easily these days
WHICH IS ALL TO SAY
of course i'm gonna watch whatever disney/marvel puts out into theatres and/or on disney+, especially if the guardians are in it. and especially if my guy is in it.
but i'm also fully expecting to have my heart broken. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
as i said, i'm a person who is happy to be wrong.
#rfh asks#mcsquared789#infinity war#endgame#endgame rants#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#guardians of the galaxy#rocket raccoon#marvel critique
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An Admirable Denial |M/M| Part 7
Word Count: 7,534
Link to all parts: An Admirable Denial (14 parts)
Content Warnings: There are mentions of nausea, but no actual vomiting. There are some descriptions of reptiles and spiders, but I intentionally kept it vague, since I was disturbing myself by thinking about these things (and looking up pictures).
Connor doesn’t know exactly what he’d been imagining when he decided to attend a Reptile Expo. He supposes he’d thought it’d be a small affair with other people into this niche interest of Felix’s — especially considering this is the first year this particular expo is being held and it's the middle of winter. Also, with this expo focusing only on vendors who support conservation programs, as well as offering only captive-bred animals in efforts to minimize impact on wildlife population, Connor figured it wouldn’t especially appeal to a broad crowd.
So when he makes it to the convention center and sees how large the venue is, he starts to reconsider what all the event might entail.
Once Connor parks the car in the surprisingly crowded parking area. There are banners on the building and signs posted around showing the Expo’s name. He hears Felix gasp. Connor, despite feeling progressively worse and as the minutes go by, feels a large grin spread across his face.
“Connor!” Felix exclaims, turning to face him, eyes wide. “Is this — is — how? How did you even find out about this? I looked into this months ago, but didn’t want to go alone. And… well, that was when you were still in New York, and I didn’t want to ask anyone else to travel three hours away just to look at reptiles. I don’t think I would’ve even asked you. But seriously, oh my god, how did you find out about this? The people holding this expo are huge supporters of wildlife conservation.”
Connor smiles. “I know all about their conservation efforts. Every vendor here provides captive bred animals only. The focus really seems to be more educational based than a lot of the other popular expos I’ve looked into. Their primary goal is to adopt out reptiles who need homes.”
Felix is staring at Connor with his mouth open. “You really looked into ethical reptile expos? And bought tickets for one? You don’t even like reptiles! You hate them!” He pauses and looks hard at Connor. “You do know there’s going to be reptiles in there, right? Like real ones, and like a lot of them? You’re… You’re going to have such a terrible time. And you're sick! Connor!” Felix exclaims, reaching out to squeeze Connor’s arm, and looking at him as though he’d brought them to a lion’s den — not an organized convention. “Listen, you can just stay in the car, okay? I’m fine going in on my own. You can stay here with the heat on and take a nap. I won’t stay long.”
“I’m fine — it’s just a little bit of a co—” Connor stops when he sees Felix’s expression. Connor hadn’t even made the conscious decision to say the words. His brain already had the lie ready and Connor diligently delivered it completely on autopilot. “Okay, yes, I’m not feeling great. But, like I’ve already told you, a big part of this is seeing you enjoy it. That’s not going to happen if I just stay here in the car. And, also, I know you don’t like doing stuff like this alone. So, don’t argue with me about this, okay? I want to go in.” This statement is only partially true. What Connor wants is a bed and complete silence so the pounding in his head will calm down a little. But it’s true he also wants to see Felix happy.
Felix is still quiet, his brows knitted, while he chews on his lip.
Connor sighs before taking Felix’s hands. “Sweetheart, seeing that big goofy smile of yours is one of my favorite things in the world, okay? I mean top three at least. I don’t think it quite beats out a Hershey’s Cookies ‘N’ Creme bar, but it’s a close second.” Felix rolls his eyes at this, but Connor sees the corners up his mouth twitch. “And if walking into a building full of vicious dinosaur descendants is what it’ll take to see that, well then, I consider it worth a bit of discomfort.”
Felix snorts, but then his expression sobers. “That’s not accurate, actually. It’s a common misconception due to some of the same characteristics they share, but to say they’re a “descendent” would be a misnomer. Now, birds are direct descendants of dinosaurs which is cool as hell, but reptiles are more like…cousins. Not direct descendants,” he finishes.
Connor stares at Felix, then finally shakes his head and laughs. “Okay, silly me. Of course everyone should know it’s the birds who are descended from dinosaurs. A parakeet and a tyrannosaurus rex? Totally similar,” he jokes, while rolling his eyes.
“Oh my god, babe, I can so go into the ways they are similar if you want,” Felix says.
“Hmm,” Connor hums. “Maybe save that particular lecture for your Biology students. If you don’t mind, let’s head inside,” he says, jerking his head toward the convention center. “Quite the crowd seems to be pouring in.”
Felix looks at him with another bite of his lip, then his mouth stretches into a huge smile. “Okay! Are you sure, though?” he asks one last time.
Connor rolls his eyes. “Yes, let’s go look at some dinosaur cousins,” he says before opening his door and stepping out of the car.
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“HEP-P’SHOO!”
Connor catches the sharp sneeze into his ever-present tissue. They’ve been in the building for ten minutes and haven’t had the opportunity to see much. There’s a large multitude of booths set up around the large room, but there’s long lines and crowds around every single one. Felix, though, seems unfazed. He stands on his tiptoes as he tries to see over the heads of all the people who are much taller than him, smiling, even though Connor knows he can’t possibly be seeing much.
“What exactly is it we’re waiting to see again?” Connor asks, sniffling, his nose starting to run incessantly.
Felix grins ear to ear. “A Gila monster. They’re really cute. And they’re one of the only venomous lizards.”
Connor goes to respond, but brings his tissue up to catch another sneeze instead. “Hrr-p’SHOO!”
“Bless you,” Felix says with a frown.
“HEP-SHUUH!”
“Bl —”
“HEP-shuuuhh!”
“Bless you,” Felix says, emphatically, his concern etched all over his face.
“Thanks,” Connor manages to say, though with his congestion it sounds more like “thagksd.” The musty smell permeating the expo hall must be getting to Connor’s already irritated nose because he feels an almost constant urge to sneeze.
“Connor, we can leave,” Felix says, sounding so worried.
Connor smiles, which is somehow a gesture that is becoming painful. His entire face aches, including his teeth. He knows his sinus cavity must be a complete wreck. He takes Felix’s hand and squeezes. “Nope. We’re gonna see this lizard monster thing. It’s just some sneezes.”
Felix narrows his eyes. “You’ll tell me if it becomes worse than ‘just some sneezes’ right? Remember, you promised — no passing out.”
Connor chuckles. “I remember, I remember. No passing out. I’m definitely not to that level,” he says. He wants to prove to Felix, though, that he is trying to let him in a little more. “Just some crummy sinus issues. My face is, uh, a little achy,” he says, rubbing the center of his forehead.
“You should be resting,” Felix says, frowning.
Thankfully, though, they’ve made it to the front of the line and can now see the lizard in its massive enclosure. The lizard is… Connor certainly wouldn’t say cute. There’s multiple signs displaying information about their venomous nature, and even though they’re separated by thick glass, Connor has the strong urge to grab Felix’s waist and pull him away from the creature that literally has “monster” in its name. Felix, of course, doesn’t share this concern at all. He immediately launches into a ton of questions about what the vendors are doing to reduce the stress levels of the lizard, since apparently they prefer calmer environments. Connor listens a little as the handler gives information about how there’s plenty of hiding places in the enclosure for the lizard to retreat to when he’s feeling stressed. There’s also talk about giving the lizard breaks throughout in a quieter back area away from the crowds. Connor spares a moment to empathize with the lizard, because Connor would also like to take a break away from the loud crowds for the sake of his head. The handler mentions how lucky Connor and Felix are to actually see the lizard so early upon entering the expo, and while it’s actually out in the enclosure, instead of hiding. Then Felix asks question after question about the behavior habits of the Gila Monster. Connor then starts to tune Felix out. He likes to think he’s lovingly tuning him out, if such a thing can be done. He adores Felix’s passion, and loves hearing him speak about what he’s interested in, but Connor really isn’t feeling his best, and it seems the handler has the conversation…well, for lack of a better word, handled.
After some time, they finally walk away from that particular enclosure. Felix is talking excitedly about the Gila Monster, gesturing wildly, talking a mile a minute, and is practically bouncing. He’s being… very Felix. Connor’s head is splitting, his teeth hurting, his body feeling extremely hot and cold at the same time, but he can’t look at Felix with anything but fondness in his eyes.
“I’m glad you got to see it,” Connor says, wiping his nose with his tissue.
“God, me too,” Felix says, then frowns slightly. “But I do wish it weren’t so loud. I know the vendors are doing their best to reduce the stress of the animals…but imagine how uncomfortable they must be.”
Connor doesn’t have to imagine because he, himself, is feeling quite uncomfortable already. Instead of expressing this, though, he decides to smile sympathetically. “Yeah… I wish it were possible to force everyone to whisper, and like, I don’t know… tiptoe or something,” Connor says letting out a light laugh before sobering. “I’m sorry it’s not perfect, sweetie. I know the safety and comfort of the animals are important to you.”
Felix sighs. “I mean, I guess it’s not possible to put on one of these things and have it be one hundred percent ethical, you know? I mean, there’s always going to be a slight exploitive element to it. They do, after all, want to attract a crowd of people.”
Connor nods, frowning. “I’d take you to the Gila Monster’s natural habitat if I could. Well, okay maybe not. Because I definitely didn’t miss all that talk about how venomous they are.”
This makes Felix laugh. “They are venomous, but not likely to bite unless provoked. They’re super hard to spot in the wild, anyway. So, it’s really kind of crazy that we can see one at all.” They’ve stopped walking to stand in another line. Felix looks up at Connor with a palpable warmth. “Thank you for bringing me here. It’s not one hundred percent perfect, no, but I think, ultimately the benefits outweigh the harm here. Since, they are so focused on adopting out the animals and educating people about how to care for them properly. And they’re giving the reptiles breaks, which I really love,” Felix finishes.
Connor sneezes again into his very well-used tissue before stuffing it into his pockets. He looks at Felix’s expression and rolls his eyes. “Okay, new rule — you have to stop making that face every time I sneeze. Sneezes are going to inevitably happen, and I can’t stand seeing you so… concerned every single time,” he says, keeping his tone light.
Felix huffs. “I can’t help it,” he whines. “I swear, every time you sneeze, they're all saying ‘Felix is a jerk! Felix is a jerk’!”
Connor laughs, before turning away to cough in the crook of his arm. “Is that what they’re saying?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
Felix nods emphatically. “Yes. Your poor, tired body is trying to send a very clear message — that you’re sick and need rest, and here I am dragging you around a crowded convention center.”
“You’re not dragging me anywhere. And I think you’re reading way too much into my sneezes, sweetie. I mean, they’re… sneezes. My nose is irritated, so I’m sneezing. That’s all there is to it.”
Felix just shakes his head, looking off into the distance, with an exaggerated forlornness. “No. They’re personal affronts against me. And, honestly, I deserve it. You know what — keep sneezing, actually. It serves me right. It’s my punishment for having you out here.”
Connor laughs again before, of course, coughing. “If my sneezes are yelling at anyone, it’s me. So… just stop being so ridiculous and let’s look at this lizard, or whatever it is.”
“Oh, babe, this one is a Uromastyx,” Felix says, eagerly, back to his normal bouncy, smiling self.
“Ah,” Connor says, nodding. “AKA — the lizard who was more interesting than my book signing. I remember.”
Felix just laughs as he moves closer to the booth to talk to the handler. ———
An hour and a half and dozens of sneezes later, Connor finds himself standing in a daze, trying to resist the constant urge to shiver. It’s an odd sensation because he’s also burning up. The facility is kept at a high temperature for the sake of the reptiles, and there’s heat lamps everywhere. He feels sweat trickling down the back of his neck, and just hopes Felix doesn’t notice these signs of discomfort. Connor, typically, can run three hours on the treadmill easily — and he does so several times a week. The way his body feels right now is exactly like how it feels after his three mile runs, and mostly all he’s done today is stand. When does have to walk, it’s at a very leisurely pace due to Felix’s much shorter legs not being able to take the same strides as Connor’s.
He rubs his temples and tries to focus on what’s happening. They’re … looking at a bunch of snakes. They look … well, they look like snakes. But Felix’s eyes are wide and he’s grinning and pointing them out to Connor, as though Connor is not already extremely aware of the close proximity he is to the snakes.
“That one’s so pretty,” Felix says, pointing at one of the brown, spotted snakes. “It’s a ball python. I thought about getting one before I got Reggie, but then I saw Reggie at the pet store and just knew he was meant to be my little snake son.” Felix pauses, as his excited smile is replaced by a frown. “I wish I would have thought about adopting a snake. I hadn’t even considered it.”
Connor smiles softly, squeezing Felix’s hand. “It’s not like there’s reptile shelters around everywhere like dog and cat shelters. And I’m sure Reggie is in his gigantic terrarium right now — with all his fancy branches and automatic misting system — thinking about how profoundly lucky he is. So, I wouldn’t feel bad at all, sweetheart.”
Felix sighs. “I mean, I guess, but — oh, look! You can get pictures.” Felix is already walking off to some kind of photo booth.
Connor pulls out his last tissue and presses it firmly over his mouth and nose in preparation for what feels like a pretty intense sneeze. His body makes him work for it, though. But, finally, after what feels like a minute of his chest heaving and breath hitching, he snaps forward into his tissue.
“HAAAH AhhhhHHHH HAH-AT’CHHUUUUH!”
It is a loud, piercing sneeze, and several people turn to look at him. A few people bless him, and he meekly gives his thanks. He grimaces when he sees the sneeze had been so strong, it had blown a hole into his last tissue. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing, before catching up to Felix.
Felix is excitedly engaged in a conversation with one of the snake handlers.
“Connor!” Felix exclaims when Connor comes near. “Take a picture!” he demands, as the handler drapes the python over Felix’s arm. Connor stares, unable to keep his face twisting in repulsion as the snake curls around it.
Felix, though, is holding up his snake covered arm and smiling. Connor sighs, then brings up his phone’s camera. Felix uses the hand not currently being occupied by a snake to throw up a peace sign. Connor snaps the picture, then feels his face soften as he looks at Felix’s positively beaming smile. Connor, for the thousandth time since returning to town, finds himself wondering how he was ever stupid enough to walk away from Felix — from someone who’s so full of life and enthusiasm it’s almost ridiculous.
His moment lost in adoration is short lived though.
“All right, babe, now your turn,” Felix says with a wicked grin.
Before Connor knows it, the handler is already gesturing for Connor to hold out his hands for hand sanitizer — which seems to be an expectation for all guests to use before and after handling any reptiles.
Connor doesn’t even put up any resistance because he knows, through past experience, that he’ll inevitably give in as soon as Felix so much as pouts. So he sighs and tries not to look as the snake curls around his own arm.
Felix pulls out his phone. “Okay, so I’m going to need you to look a lot less terrified,” he says lowering his phone, sounding disappointed.
Connor rolls his eyes, but holds his snake-clad arm up much as Felix had done, and contorts his face into something he hopes resembles a smile, but then the expression entirely falters because he has to sneeze and he has to sneeze now.
He swings his left arm up as fast as he can to cover his face.
“AHHH-P’TshoooOOOO!”
His sneezes have been so loud since coming to this expo, and this one is no different. The snake on his right arm tightened its grip during the sneeze. Connor frowns down at the creature, which is looking at Connor with an expression of sheer disdain — if snakes can wear such expressions, which, looking at this snake now, Connor’s sure they can.
Connor then wears his own expression of disdain as he feels a dampness trickling along his arm. He closes his eyes and groans.
Connor, arm held out with the still curled up snake that’s now leaking, turns to address the handler. “Hi, um, I’m sorry, but I think maybe I startled this python here and he seems to have had…an accident. On my arm. So, if you could just please —”
The handler winces, apologetically. “Sorry about that. It happens more than you would think. It looks like he just got your arm, though, so that’s good. It’ll be easy to wash right off.”
The handler carefully removes the snake from Connor’s arm. Connor glances at Felix who looks to be biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold back a smile.
Connor blinks and forces his mouth to form a tight line to show how serious this situation is. “Felix, this is not funny.”
Felix clears his throat. “Of course not. I would never laugh at such an unfortunate situation. I mean, there is nothing funny about getting peed on by a snake. Nothing at all.” Felix’s composure breaks as a laugh slips out that he quickly attempts to disguise as a cough. “Oh, no, excuse me. I seem to be developing a bit of a cough,” Felix says, but he's grinning ear to ear.
Connor rolls his eyes and tries to fight back his own smile, but Felix’s “cough” seems to summon Connor’s own, very real, coughs. He brings up his arm — the one not currently wet — and begins hacking. He hates to view what he’s doing as hacking, but that’s what’s happening. The sound is deep and wet, so he turns away from everyone so as not to have to face anyone’s looks of disgust.
He starts walking away from the area, not sure where he’s going, but sure he needs to get away from everyone who just saw his unfortunate and egregious display of illness. Suddenly, though, an arm is wrapped around his lower back. Connor looks down to see Felix staring at him, eyes full of concern.
“That didn’t sound good, babe,” Felix says, softly.
Connor closes his eyes and lets out a long breath. “It didn’t feel so good either,” he admits. He remembers his promise to Felix and has to fight against his very nature as he says “I’m thinking we should maybe head out soon. Um, I guess…” He clears his throat. “I’m feeling….”
Felix nods, giving him a knowing look. “Like shit?”
Connor laughs, then coughs. “Definitely along those lines.”
“Feeling like shit when you’re covered in piss is never good,” Felix says with a smirk.
“Oh, god,” Connor groans. “I forgot about the… about the snake urinating on me. Felix — this is yet another reason why you need to stop liking snakes right now.”
“Yeah, yeah, snakes are legless little evil monsters sent from Hell, I know. But listen, you should, uh… go to the restroom and wash that off. While you do that, I’m going to go look at the tarantulas. Then we can leave, okay?”
“What do you mean, tarantulas?” Connor asks, horrified. “Tarantulas? Those are not… Those aren’t even reptiles. Heh! Crap, I have to sneeze T’CHOOO! AHH-TCHOOO!”
“Oooh, bless you,” Felix says, frowning. He digs into his pockets and hands Connor several tissues.
Connor stares at the tissues a moment before taking them. “You — you thought to bring these with you?”
Felix rolls his eyes dramatically. “Of course I did, Connor. Something told me you wouldn’t think to bring enough. And good thinking on my part, really.”
Connor blows his nose carefully, trying to keep the volume as low as he can, but it’s still noticeable. “So, uh, tarantulas?” Connor asks, tissue still pressed over his nose, muffling his voice.
Felix’s eyes light up, and Connor’s heart sinks. “I’ve decided to get into arachnids,” Felix says, as though the statement were as commonplace as someone saying they’re getting into knitting. “I’ve listened to a few audiobooks about them recently after seeing a documentary about them on YouTube. And it looks like they have Mexican Redknees here, which I’ve looked a lot into and they’re really fascinating.”
Connor stares at him for a long moment, then blinks. “But - but, you’re already into reptiles, Felix. How can - why….” Connor gives up and shakes his head. “There should be a law somewhere that says someone can only be interested in one scary thing. Snakes and spiders? Felix, I swear, you’re literally going to be the death of me and —” His breath starts to hitch and all he can do is wave his hand frantically in front of his face until he’s snapping forward into his tissues with an especially violent, wrenching sneeze.
“HURRR’SHEEWWW!”
Connor leans back, eyes closed, resting his head against the wall. He rubs the center of his forehead, trying to soothe the intense ache from the sneeze. Even with his eyes closed, he feels lightheaded.
“That… That sounded rough, babe,” Felix murmurs softly from beside him.
Connor opens his eyes and sighs. “Yeah,” he says, not having the energy for anything else.
“Go clean up your arm, okay? Find me when you’re done? Then we’ll finally head home.” Connor just smiles in affirmation, then Felix walks off. _____
After leaving the bathroom, Connor is concerned by how weak his entire body feels. No, “concerned” isn’t quite right, he realizes. He’s scared. Something’s very wrong. His knees have a slight tremble and his heart is racing. He desperately needs to get to the car and sit down — that’ll fix everything. He needs to find Felix, though, first. He remembers, with no small amount of displeasure, that Felix mentioned heading over to the tarantula booth.
Small spots are beginning to cloud his vision. There’s not a lot of them… but Connor is aware there probably really shouldn’t be any, so some alarm bells are definitely starting to ring in his head. He stops at some kind of weird lizard display that looks like all the other weird lizard displays spread throughout the expo hall. There’s no people at this particular one, so he grasps onto the table as he tries to steady his heartbeat. Why is it beating so fast? he wonders, panic starting to grip him.
He’s taking deep breaths with his eyes closed when he’s interrupted by a voice.
“Sir, are you all right?”
Connor slowly opens his eyes, then regrets it, as he feels his nausea build. He plasters on a smile.
“Oh, yes, excuse me, sorry. I think maybe I just started to get slightly overheated, but I’m much better now.”
The man does not appear at all convinced. “Are you sure about that? You’re uh… pretty pale. I have some water. Here take it,” the man says, holding out a bottle of water. Connor can see the droplets of condensation on it and it looks so good. His body is practically screaming at him to take the water.
“Oh, no, I’m fine now. But thank you,” he says, smiling weakly as he leaves the booth.
What the fuck is wrong with you? It was just water. Water that you NEED.
Connor doesn’t have the time or strength for his self-deprecating thoughts so he pushes them aside as he goes to find Felix.
Felix is sitting down in a metal foldout chair, wearing a beaming smile, as a large tarantula crawls all over his arm. Connor, already feeling nauseous, has to look away from the furry, eight-legged creature for a moment. Finally, though, after finding his composure, he meets Felix’s gaze, and makes his way on shaky legs to the open chair next to Felix and practically falls into it.
“Connor, meet Edna,” Felix says, holding the horrifying creature out to Connor. “She was abandoned by her last owner because his kid was too scared of it,” he says with a clear tone of judgment. “Anyway, it’s okay because she’s going to be my new baby now. Aren’t you Edna?” Felix coos — actually coos — to the little monster in his hand.
Connor, feeling slightly better now that he’s off his feet, has barely enough awareness to realize what Felix is saying.
“Felix — you’re not… You’re not saying…”
Felix smiles and gestures to the handler, as the tarantula sits, seemingly content, in his hands. “I am saying! Becky, here, says the adoption process is really simple and after I showed her all the audiobooks on my phone about this exact species of tarantula — and my pictures of Reggie all happy and chilling in his terrarium — she says I can adopt him!”
Felix sounds so excited, so Connor resists the natural impulse to grimace and offers a very slight smile. “Okay, sweetheart. It sounds like you’ve made up your mind.”
While Felix and Connor have been talking, Becky — the handler, apparently — has been occupied with a few children eagerly asking questions. If Felix is going to adopt this thing, Connor wishes Becky would come back and deal with the process quickly so they can get out of here.
“Connor — are you okay?” asks Felix, his eyebrows knitted, his voice much more serious sounding than before. “I mean, you’re just going to accept my new tarantula that easily? You put up more of a fight when I got Reggie and you literally drove me to the reptile store to get him.” Felix’s brows furrow deeply. “Shit, Connor, you’re really pale and you're sweating —”
Felix stops talking as his gaze lowers and he, presumably, comes to the same realization that Connor is also now now coming to.
The tarantula is no longer on Felix’s lap.
“Fuck! Edna!” Felix shouts, as he lowers himself to the ground to pick up the tarantula that had somehow maneuvered itself down to the floor without anyone noticing.
Connor feels his nostrils flare and breath hitch. He waves a hand quickly in front of his face in a desperate attempt to fend off a sneeze, but it’s useless. He gives in, hoping to at least muffle the volume by tightly pressing his arm against his nose.
“AHHHHH-TCHOOOOOOOOO!”
Of course, this sneeze is by far his loudest of the day, and it has him seeing stars.
Edna, yet another animal falling victim to the intensity of Connor’s sneezes, scurries away faster than Connor would have imagined possible.
Connor watches as Felix tries to catch her, but she’s darting around all over the place, clearly scared. Connor knows he should get up, but those spots from before are back and they’ve recruited some of their little spot friends — his vision is full of them. He’s aware of some children screaming — some adults, too. A distant part of him is aware that multiple handlers are addressing the situation by… saying things, something about staying calm and still, not to move and … other things.
But, Connor is facing a thought somehow more terrifying than a tarantula on the loose.
He’s going to pass out.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
He tries to blink away the dark wave of spots as he makes a decision.
He simply will not allow that to happen. He will not pass out. He refuses to stoop to Ben’s, of all peoples, level. And, most importantly, he made a promise to Felix that the one thing he wouldn’t do would be to pass out.
So, it simply can’t happen.
He stands up, only semi-aware of the screams and chaos unfolding around him. His one and only goal in life has suddenly become making it outside to the car. He’s sure he’ll be fine once he’s outside. It’s just so damn hot in this stupid reptile hell he’s found himself stuck in, and he knows he has a fever — he’s known the whole time. He stupidly forgot to take any ibuprofen before he left the car and was too embarrassed to confess to Felix how much he needed it, so he refused to go back out to get any.
He just needs to get outside.
He’s breathing quickly as his heart pounds. His field of vision is entirely full of splotches, keeping him from seeing anything. But, still, he keeps walking, his brain growing more fuzzy, his legs weaker, until he’s jarred to a stop by what Connor can only assume is a wall.
He gives up on trying to find an exit, and is instead met with the very pressing need to sit down. So, he slides down the wall and holds his head between his knees. Every part of him is trembling and sweat is pouring off of him. There’s a roaring in his ears that’s keeping him from hearing anything, but his thoughts are still loud and clear.
Felix is going to be so pissed at you! Why didn’t you leave earlier? Now you’re going to fucking DIE here surrounded by tarantulas and Gila Monsters and SNAKES and —
Then a voice breaks through the very thick haze he is stuck in — a familiar voice that Connor adores above all other voices.
“Nope! Absolutely not happening, Connor Hayes. I am NOT letting you break your promise to me! What did I say? No passing out!”
He feels Felix’s hand on his shoulder — or he assumes it’s Felix’s hand since his eyes are still tightly shut. Connor’s whole body is trembling and he doesn’t think he can get any words out so he continues sitting, silently with his head between his knees. He knows he needs to get up — needs to get out of this blazing room.
He hears Felix talking to someone but the words are distorted from the roaring still in his ears. Then Felix is handing him an ice cold bottle of water. Connor’s hand is shaking too much to take it. So Felix holds the bottle up to Connor’s lips. Having, for the moment, lost all reservations about appearing weak, he allows himself to take gentle sips as Felix keeps bottle held against Connor’s lips. He feels some of it sliding down his chin, but his vision seems to be slowly coming back, so he keeps drinking the water, paying it no mind.
Much to Connor’s disappointment, Felix lowers the bottle of water. Connor weakly tries to grasp at Felix’s wrist to get him to bring the bottle back, but Felix just huffs out a small laugh. “No, baby, I’m sorry — not too much at once.”
Connor thinks it’s ridiculous water is being restricted from him when he needs it. So, he tugs at Felix’s hand again. “No, honey. You’ll get sick. You can have some more later,” Felix murmurs softly. Connor is surprised to hear himself let out a literal whimper.
Felix chuckles and runs his hand through Connor’s hair before pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. Felix’s lips feel nice and cool against Connor’s burning skin and he wants them to stay there forever. “You’re okay. I’m here now, and everything’s all right. We’ve just got to get you cooled down, okay?” Connor just keeps his head back against the wall, eyes still shut, as he tries to even out his breathing.
Felix starts patting his face with cool cloths, and Connor, able to finally open his eyes fully, is relieved his vision is mostly clear. He’s still weaker than he ever has been in his life, but some of his fear is now lessened, especially with Felix still close to him, continuing to pat Connor’s face with the cloth.
He hears talk of someone getting a medic to come, which jolts him to his senses.
He straightens up to the best of his ability, along the wall, breathing out slowly. “No medic,” he manages to say, his voice raspy and faint. “I just — I got overheated. I’m fine now. I just need to get some fresh air,” he says, already beginning to stand up.
“Whoa, babe, take it easy,” Felix says as Connor grasps his arm as he stands up. Connor loves Felix, but Felix’s small stature isn’t going to do much to support him, so Connor allows himself to lean against the wall as he still clings to Felix’s arm. Connor’s legs are not thrilled with having to hold up his way again. He’s shaking like a leaf, and tries not to feel embarrassed by the crowd of people surrounding him.
It’s only now Connor realizes there’s a tarantula in Felix’s other hand. Connor’s eyes widen as he sees the docile creature in its carrier, all eyes watching Connor as though Connor is there for its personal entertainment.
Felix notices where Connor’s gaze has gone to, then smiles, holding up the carrier. “It’s Edna! I managed to catch her, but then I saw you over here, and … well, you know.”
“Sir, are you sure you don’t want us to get medical services? You’re looking better, but it may be safer to get you checked out,” a woman in front of him is saying.
Connor shakes his head, regrets it as the gesture causes more nausea in his stomach to rise, but he manages a smile. “No, no. I’m better now. I guess I just needed some water, and to cool off. I’m going to head outside now. Thank you so much though,” he says, as his eyes search for the exit.
The woman nods. “Okay, sir, if you’re sure. This does happen sometimes, I’m afraid. We have to keep the building well-heated for all the animals, and it can be too much for some people,” she explains.
Connor smiles again. “That makes sense. I’m sorry for all the trouble. I’m just going to head out to the car now. Thank you for all your help,” he says, beginning to walk toward the exit, brain still fuzzy and legs still shaky.
Connor is walking with his arm around Felix’s waist until he’s stopped by someone. Connor realizes it’s Becky — one of the tarantula handlers.
“I know there’s been a lot of, uh, excitement,” she says, looking quite stressed out, which Connor figures is fitting given all that’s transpired in the last ten minutes. “But, if you would like to continue with the adoption process, I can get you over there,” she says pointing at a table.
Felix’s mouth drops open. “What? I mean, oh my god, you’re still going to let me adopt her?” Felix asks, astonished.
Becky gives a nervous smile. “Well, yes. Edna getting away was really on me, since I wasn’t paying attention,” she says face blushing, eyes darting around as though she’ll be overheard. “But the way you reacted was impressive. If it weren’t for you, I’m not sure we’d have gotten her back to us safe,” she says, expression serious.
Felix is also frowning as he looks at the tarantula, as though the thought of Edna’s almost-doom is too much for him to think about.
Connor’s body is becoming wracked again with shivers even though he’s burning up. There are still several people seemingly frozen in place, eyes on him, as he struggles to stay upright. He needs out of this fucking building right now.
‘Hey, sweetie,” Connor says, wincing, as a new wave of nausea tugs at him. “I just… I need to get to the car okay. Just meet me out there when you're done, all right?”
Felix gasps. “Oh my god, of course! I’m sorry. Let’s just go. I don’t even need to get the tarantula,” he says, but he’s already back to looking forlornly at the creature.
Connor, despite feeling one step away from death’s door, smiles. “No, you do need her, I’m afraid. And she needs you, I think. So just do it. Meanwhile, though, I’m going to be in the car.”
“Okay, well, at some point, Connor, you’re going to have to stop being so stupid. I’m not letting you walk back to that car without me.” He turns to Becky. “Becky, I’m going to make sure my stupid boyfriend gets back to the car without collapsing, but I’ll be right back for the paperwork, okay?”
“That’s perfectly fine,” Becky says. “I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw how pale you were,” Becky says, addressing Connor this time. “And with all that sneezing and coughing you’ve been doing… Well, it’s no wonder. It was just a matter of time before you dropped —”
“All right,” Felix says, putting on a fake smile. “If you don’t mind, I’ll go ahead and get him taken care of,” Felix says, using the arm still around Connor’s waist to rub his back in soothing circles. Connor is grateful for the interruption. At this point, passing out seems a better option than watching all these people staring at him, and hearing about how his coughs and sneezes have been apparently audible to everyone during this whole event. He wants out.
They walk slowly, as Connor’s legs are still protesting any movement. They finally manage to make it out through the exit.
They’re immediately hit with a strong, cold wind. Connor coughs as the sharp wind hits his lungs, but he feels so much less lightheaded and shaky now that he’s out of the heat. Felix’s body, though, has a different reaction to the cold.
“Heh-mkt! Heh-nkt! Heh-nkt!”
Connor watches Felix’s head bob three quick times in a row as he stifles three consecutive sneezes almost silently.
“Not getting sick are you?” Connor asks, not overly concerned, though, because Felix does tend to sneeze after a drastic change in temperature. Connor's own nose is starting to run fiercely, but he's thankful the constant tickle he's been dealing with finally seems to be receding now that he's out of that building.
“Nope,” Felix says, but he still has a finger held out and his breath hitches once more before his head bobs down, then back up again. “Okay, all done. You know how my nose is,” he says, rubbing it, while sniffling vigorously.
They start walking to the car, and Connor goes to open the driver’s side door, but before he can touch the handle, Felix grasps his hand.
“Connor,” he states. “You almost passed —”
“ I didn’t almost anything,” he interrupts, sharply. But he looks at Felix and sees the hurt in his eyes and immediately takes a step back from the door. “Okay. Okay. I — I almost I.” He pauses as everything finally catches up to him. “I almost fucking passed out, Felix. Oh my god,” he says as he fully realizes that he’d been slumped on the floor in a very public place, incoherent, and sweating profusely for all to see.
Felix laughs lightly. “I mean it was only almost,” Felix says with a shrug of his shoulders. “So, I suppose, technically, you didn’t break your promise.”
Connor still stands, staring at Felix wide-eyed. “Felix,��oh my god. That was so fucking… mortifying,” he says, his face in his hands.
Felix laughs, but gently guides him to the passenger side of the car. Connor gladly opens the door and settles into the seat, immediately letting his eyes finally shut.
“I’m going to recline you back, okay?” Felix says, and before Connor can respond, Felix gently pulls up the lever of Connor’s seat to lean Connor back. All he can think about is how blissful it feels to be able to lie down — even if it’s only somewhat.
He feels Felix’s hand back on his forehead, then his cheeks. “God, I am so sorry, Connor. I knew you were too sick to walk around like that, but I just had to look at the stupid fucking tarantulas. You told me you needed to leave. And — god that must have been so hard for you. And I responded to your honestly by being all ‘but let me look at the spiders first!’ Fuck, Connor, I am so sorry,” Felix says, sounding pained.
Connor, still leaned back with his eyes closed, fumbles his hand around until he finally finds Felix’s. He gives it a squeeze. “Sweetheart, now it’s your turn to stop being stupid. Seeing you today, god… You don’t even know how mesmerizing you are,” he mutters, relishing too much in the comfort of finally resting his eyes to even consider opening them. He squeezes Felix’s hand harder. “It was worth it. Every second. Even the almost dying in front of everyone part,” he says, smiling sleepily.
He hears Felix laugh, but it’s not his normal, light laugh. Connor’s way too tired to deal with any emotions right now — Felix’s or his own. So he just says “Go get your new furry friend, sweetie. I need a nap,” before shifting to a slightly lower position in his seat. He feels Felix running a hand through his hair again and kissing his forehead.
“No more being stoic, baby. I’m done playing that game. When we get home, I’m going to take care of you so hard,” he murmurs, his hand still in Connor’s hair.
Connor’s much too exhausted, his defenses much too low, for him to pretend that doesn’t sound absolutely wonderful.
Part 8
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No one should have found out that she was an omega, least of all the crown prince of Yuei.
But Izuku Midoriya was smart.
With two other lives on the line, Lia made the choice of accepting the deal given by the prince - her submission for his secrecy.
It should have been an easy arrangement, if not for the group of homicidal maniacs that had been using omegas as a bartering coin in order to take over the kingdom and the prince’s penchant for wanting more than she was willing to give.
Fate was just one big joke, was it not?
Chapter One - fight so dirty, but you love so sweet
a/n: Hello, this has been first posted to ao3, where you can find me under the pen name pcrscphcnc. It's uh, a very long chapter that I hope you guys like. Not beta'd
wc: 12 538
warnings: oral ( m receiving ), coercion, blackmail, general foul language, manipulative behavior, dubcon, omegaverse dynamics, omegaverse based sexism.
Dark pink liquid slipped through parted lips. The taste was a strange mix of bitterness and sweetness, as if the potion couldn’t find in itself to be happy with just one flavor, but neither of the women actually bothered much with it. They had gotten used to the taste, after all.
“God, I hate the flavor.”
Maybe not.
There was no helping the laughter that left the other two at their partner’s voice rang out, a respite over the tension that had filled the room. The three of them had been friends all their life, and Lia trusted the two with her life, and having into account what could happen were anyone to find out exactly what the pink liquid they had drank was… well, she was very sure that both Mina and Ochako also trusted her implicitly.
“Do you think the dose will be enough?” brown eyes met green and the brunette had to grimace at the thought that what little they could produce wouldn’t suffice. But really, they had to up the dose every few months to keep the effectiveness. God, she really hoped that they could find a way to make the tonic way more effective than it was.
“I don’t know.” Lia sighed “What we’re doing, it’s…”
“Crazy?” Mina chimed in, arms resting on the shoulders of the two smaller brunettes.
“Unorthodox?” A quirk of Ochako’s lips.
“And more.” Her fingers flexed around the vial before it was dropped in the table with care that she didn’t really want to give at that moment. She was glad for Mina’s willingness for physical proximity, it meant that the swirling of anxiety on her stomach could be staved off until both women went back to their own quarters. “But if we wanted to achieve anything, it’s also an inevitability.”
A frown from Ochako “Because we’re women.”
A huff from Mina “Because we’re omega.”
A nod from Lia “Because we’re both.”
Silence fell stifling on top of the three of them, though Mina made sure to cling even tighter to her and Ochako with a sort of restless energy that most times was contagious and that now was obviously just making things even tenser for the pink haired girl. Mina was the extrovert of the group, the one that always bounced into everything head first and that had made it easier to blend into the crowds of betas and alphas that populated the bustling city and as proxy the castle where they all worked and resided.
Omegas were… rare. As in hide them inside four walls and wait for the highest bidder kind of rare. Betas had become the norm these past few centuries, but alphas didn’t really dip in number from before, did they? No, omegas had been the ones that had been the only dipping statistic, with omega births declining over the years as if the magic that had sparked on their veins had somehow had to do with the change. No, no one had understood what had led to such a change, but the fact was that the lesser omegas there were, the less probably one was to be born. It was simply a matter of genetics, really.
And as they became rarer, the search for them caught on fire. Omegas were taken to be the most fertile, the best parents, the best healers. Their quirks often revolved around something that would help with day to day chores, from healing small cuts to producing food. Quirks as theirs… well, they should have belonged to alphas if customs were to be taken into consideration.
Having into account the three women in the room could very well care less about what the fuck everyone thought was customs…
“Can you secure more ingredients for the next batch?” Lia asked Ochako with a tilt of her head, watching as her friend leaned her head against Mina’s arm in thought.
“I’m not due for scouting for another two weeks, so I’ll have to wait until then.” Part of the royal guard, Ochako Uraraka was on the lower ranks, but still making a steady climbing for someone who had only been through training for the past three months. The fact was that her gravity manipulation quirk was well suited for both stealth and combat, and she was a damn good asset for anyone.
And to think that would have all been wasted if she had been carted off into a marriage at a young age like it happened to any omega that appeared on society’s radar.
Sold to the highest bidder, locked away between four walls and bred over and over again. Only there to look pretty and nothing else.
“I can get my part by the end of this week.” Mina chimed in with a thoughtful nod of her head. “Aiwaza is out on a diplomat mission until the end of the month and he has left me in charge until he comes back.”
Poison specialist Mina Ashido was a force to be reckoned with. The acid she could produce was highly corrosive, and as such, more than potentially dangerous. But it was her knowledge of how to actually apply it to her mastery of other dangerous materials that had allowed her to raise through the ranks as Aiwaza’s apprentice. Another good mind would have been lost in the lack of omega rights if they hadn’t grabbed life by its horns.
“I know I can count on you.” Emotion swirled on her green eyes, deep and unsettling as it was, those two women were her friends. Her family. They had been together when their small village had been raided and the three hidden away by her mother’s protective quirk. They had been together as grief struck at the loss of what had been their everything. They had been together as their quirks first developed. They had been together as they followed the old journal her mother had left and found the ingredients for the potion. They had been together as the first rounds made them so sick they thought they wouldn’t survive. They had been together and found ways to change the recipe, make it better, more effective.
They had been together when they had succeed.
And now they were together as they passed as nothing more than betas, scents and cycles halted and hidden away by the concoction that had been their salvation. There were still instincts, and though their own scents couldn’t be felt by anyone, that didn’t mean that they couldn’t smell the world beyond. It wasn’t like betas didn’t have scents because they did, it was more of the fact that they had to actively want them to come out that was the difference. Their pheromones were hidden, untapped.
They could have never passed as alphas, but betas was good enough. Betas had given them more than enough cover for what they wanted to do. They just wanted a chance to be themselves, to utilize their quirks to the best of their abilities and make a name for themselves. Well, Mina and Ochako wanted to make a name for themselves, be the heroes of their own story. Get revenge on the band of bastards that terrorized the kingdom. The same one that had murdered an entire village just to get to the few omegas that had presented that year. The same ones that hadn’t noticed the three little girls hidden away in a secret space.
Oh, it didn’t mean that Lia didn’t want revenge. No. Her blood still boiled and her heart still ached and she would have their bodies on the ground in front of her. But… fuck, she didn’t want to draw attention on herself, didn’t want to be indispensable to the castle and the military like Mina and Ochako. She was going to finish her studies and then she was going to leave. She would never stop her friends, no, her sisters, of searching for the life that had been denied to them after the designation had been found. But well, her suicide mission would be her own.
“We should return.” Ochako finally said. There was a shared nod, a finger on a shadow and the room was suddenly cast in darkness. It was the closest one to all of their quarters, but at a safe distance from the most frequented parts of the castle. She had found it during her first few days, back when they had arrived. Knowing very well just how important it was to know every corner of the place. They need a spot to meet, one where they wouldn’t be found.
Ochako slipped away first with a kiss to their cheeks, a smile, and a promise to see them after breakfast. Because of her entanglement with the army, the brunette was the only one of them that didn’t reside on the castle per se but its grounds. On the barracks that were site for the female dorms. Mina slept in the ground level of the castle, near the large doors that led to the private gardens of the herbalists, doctors and of course, poison experts. And Lia, well, Lia slept two floors up, and two doors down from the library and hall of records she was the keeper of while Nezu was busy doing gods know what. Her bets were on espionage. The elderly man had always been too smart for his own good, and she had been scared at first that he would have sniffed the ruse the three women had put up the first couple of weeks.
Mina slipped out after enough time had passed that it wouldn’t be too suspicious. There was the same affectionate kiss to her cheek, a meeting of their foreheads in a silent please be careful gesture, and then she was alone. The darkness didn’t bother her, and it did give her time to gather the three vials and secure them on the hidden pocket of her skirts. They clinked together, but the sound was muffled by the heavy fabric of her winter dress. Hm… things would be more difficult as the season changed and so did her clothes. Then the sound wouldn’t be so easy to hide in the silent halls.
No matter, that was something that she had to consider later. Maybe wrap the vials in some kind of fabric to make them less likely to make sounds. As enough time lapsed, Lia finally moved from her place near the door, being careful when closing it so the sound didn’t carry. She had expected the click of the door, what she didn’t expect where the words that rung in the air.
“You know…” the tone was light, familiar, shining with amusement. “I always wondered why a librarian would meet with a foot soldier and a poison’s apprentice.”
The breath got knocked out of her body by surprise, heart hammering on her chest as she was quick to turn and bow, eyes coming to rest on his shiny leather boots. Fuck, she had not smelled his approach. Why hadn’t she smelled his approach?
“Your highness.” A greeting, she still did not straighten up. “We traveled together for a long time before arriving on these four walls.” Be as close to the truth as possible, do not let him see through the omission and lies. “We’re kindred spirits and we enjoy being together for some tea.”
Finally, she did straighten up, but her eyes still did not meet his. Not because of his station, but because crown prince Izuku Midoriya was a menace.
“Tea, uh.” His voice was so jovial. There was probably a smile etched on his face right now, and as much as she tried not to, Lia had to see for herself. Green met green and ah yes, there it was.
Sharpness, interest, mirth.
His eyes never lied, did they? Izuku was smart, cunning, a throve of knowledge that was impressive to everyone around him. Statistics of the battles his kingdom fought, names of not only those closest to him but the every living soul that lived on the castle. He knew their quirks, and she would bet her own ass that he knew their weaknesses.
“Why have tea at such a late hour?” still that trivial tone, as if this was a mere conversation between friends. As if she didn’t think that the prince was hiding something very well lethal. Izuku was friendly, charismatic, never once had he ever acted like he had something to hide, something that he couldn’t let come to light. Everyone was always dazzled by the sunshine that was his personality. She had been dazzled by it at first.
“My friends live very busy lives, this is the only time they have for themselves.” Her words were careful, thought over so she didn’t make him think they were spies. Well, not more than he probably already thought, because why would he be in such a dark corridor? Why would he have waited until both her friends had made their way out only to stop her on her tracks? No, he had something planned, and she wasn’t going to be fooled.
“That is true.” A gloved hand was raised to his lips in thought, but his eyes never left hers, even when her own decided to focus on his boots again. She hid the sniff of the air with a heavy breath, his scent was still somewhat hidden, she could only smell the distinctive sharpness of an alpha, but not exactly what made it his own scent. Hm, maybe moonclover, that explained why he had managed to get the drop on her.
Silence stretched in the air and Lia tried not to fidget, he made her too anxious, too nervous.
“Is that all, your highness? I find myself tired and I have to be up early to open the doors of the library for the scholars.” A step towards her. Ah, no, that wasn’t good. “Your highness?”
“I saw the funniest papers before I took my night stroll.” Oh, so that was what the excuse he was giving to having been in this part of the castle? Smart, anyone would fall for it, hell, she should fall for it and use it next time anyone caught her out of her quarters after hours. “Have you heard of the League?”
Suddenly her heart was on her throat and her palms were clammy and why the hell did darkness have to be so effective in fucking up her power? It hid the shadows that she could touch, that she could manipulate. She just needed one touch and she could immobilize him and make her escape. He didn’t need her to speak to continue.
“Of course you haven’t.” That same jovial tone, but as Lia dared to look at Izuku’s face, there it was, that same sharpness in his eyes. And his smile was different too, it had an edge to it. Lia was sure that she had been very thorough in hiding the papers in the hall of records, and her research never left her private quarters. “I mean, that is very confidential information.”
There had to be a point to his prodding, right? “Confidential?” play dumb, play dumb. “Your highness, I must say I do not know what you are speaking about.” It was good that she couldn’t really smell him, she didn’t need that weighting on her mind and instincts. “I only keep things organized at the library and records, I do not have the permission to read the documents.”
“Of course not.” A laugh, so sweet and tilting that it almost relaxed her. She wanted to relax, and if it had been coupled with his scent, she would have definitively had a harder time keeping her muscles tense and ready to bolt. Izuku Midoriya was a menace. “And you’re a good girl.”
There was no helping the way the drop in tone washed over her, how the two words affected her. It was silly and idiotic, but beneath her buried scent and halted cycle, she was still an omega. And omega that had just been praised by an alpha that she was attracted to. A hitch of her breath that she covered with a cough, green eyes looking anywhere but at the prince. Alarms were blaring on her mind and all she wanted to do was book it, but fuck, if she gave as much as a step, she would give up the fact that it had been something illicit that the three friends had been doing. That she had done more than read over the classified records.
“I try to be, your highness. All I want is to be of help.” Not a lie, really. She did enjoy being of help, but the fact was that her help would be in making sure the League couldn’t get to more villages like her own. Couldn’t keep wrecking terror in the lives of the people in the country. She just needed to solidify her information, needed to know exactly how many they were, what their quirks were. Needed to have a plan at ready so it wasn’t a suicide mission without a point. After all, she already had the perfect bait. “Is there anything else?” The can I go went unsaid.
“Their last attack was two days ago.” Her heart halted, her breath hitched and against her will, her eyes were once more meeting his own. That was new information, one that had yet to be recorded so she could have a look at it. Izuku continued through her shock “There was a small force of the army stationed at the town because we knew it would be their next target, one of them survived, so we finally know what they’re really after.”
“Did you not know before?” she did. Ochaco did. Mina did. They had never shared it with anyone else. After all, they didn’t even know the League was the one responsible until Lia had found out the name of the band just last month. They were after the best bargaining chips of all. The one thing that could buy entire battalions. The one thing that could give them enough riches to arm said battalion.
“A cremated village does not give much of information.” His comment was so light but it still brought grief to choke at her throat. She would have nightmares that night, she was sure of it. Of charred bodies and debris. Of the sickly scent of death and cut off pheromones. Of destruction and loneliness. Fuck, the years did not make it easier, did they? “As I was saying, one of the betas stationed there survived. I think you knew him. Yo Shindo.”
“He is part of my friend’s training group.” What was his quirk? Something to do with vibrations, right? She didn’t really know the guy, not more than her friends did, if she was honest. They still kept everyone at a safe distance.
“Correct, part of the thirteenth battalion. It’s really a miracle he has survived with such extensive burns, not to speak of the smoke inhalation.” His eyes did that hazy thing they sometimes did when he was about to spout his knowledge. Lia was enraptured. “We still don’t know if he will survive the next few days, but he was lucid enough to give his testimony. It’s impressive really, what someone can do with adrenaline in their systems, with the need to protect ingrained in every fiber of their being. Shindo said they destroyed half the men in one single hit. Awful fire power, blue flames.” Dabi. That had to be Dabi. “Then there was a woman, wicked aim, thirst for blood.” Toga Himiko. “A lizard hybrid, so I can only guess it’s an animal traits quirk.” There wasn’t a name on the files, but during the attack she had heard the name Spinner called out. “I guess the most dangerous is the leader, though, Shindo said he decayed one of the warriors to ash with just a touch of his hand.” Tomura Shigaraki. “It’s impressive just how much destruction four people can do.”
Lia opened her mouth but found that she could not get her voice to cooperate, so she closed it again. His eyes still hadn’t focused so it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to keep spewing information. “Shindo said they had a very specific reason for attacking that village. And you really have to wonder where they get their information, because it had just been submitted the week prior to the attack.” A thoughtful hum “They must really have a far reach, so I doubt that they don’t have accomplices. All black market traders must have them. And if not accomplices, at least helpers, people who will dispose of the goods.”
She wanted to run, so damn much, but he was still talking and it was information. It would come at a price eventually, but for now he was still spewing it and she was still very much taking it all in “They had registered an omega the week before.” Finally the sharpness returned to his eyes, and oh, it was so much worse to have the full force of his gaze on her. “They’re trading omegas for power, connections to the most ruthless of families.” The cape he was wearing shifted as he tilted to the side, weight coming to rest on just one of his legs. “Shigaraki wants the throne.”
Again with the silence, the stretchy kind. The one that seemed to wrap around her and suffocate her because what could Lia say that wouldn’t incriminate her, that wouldn’t show Izuku just how privy to that information she had been? The League had brought her village to the ground in search of the three of them, had killed over a hundred people in the matter of minutes. They were terrifying. Horribly so.
She would still like their head on a plate.
“Why are you confiding this on me, your highness?” she tried to play it as if she was confused, but her voice was so tired. She was so tired.
“You know, at first I thought you might be working for them.” He didn’t let her gasp of outrage interrupt him “But you never looked for information about battle strategies, about defense. They were all at your grasp, you could have been as careful with that as you were with the actual information you were looking for.” Something was thrown to her feet, something that made a soft thud as it landed. Lia bent to pick it up, paling at the small ring that had been wrapped in silk. It was nothing fancy or expensive, it was made of steel, after all. But it had been locked together with her research.
“You’ve been to my room.” She felt violated in a way. No one had ever dared to intrude upon her privacy, not even the people she considered family.
“I did always think you had pretty handwriting.” Izuku commented lightly, but there was a flash of teeth, and suddenly he wasn’t so jovial anymore. He was a predator, dangerous and callous and oh very ready to strike. “Those notes were very meticulous, you know? Mine are better though.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. She really needed the clouds to get away from the moon so she could have a way to reach a shadow, any shadow. At least all he knew was that she had an unhealthy obsession with the League, there was no way that he could know about the real reason of it all.
“So, I study the League. I am in no way in cohorts with them, you don’t need to worry about me, your highness.” His eyes were too sharp, too dangerous.
“I have an extensive record of their previous attacks.” There had to be a point to why he was telling her this, right? It just had to be. “So of course, with this new information I just had to search the records to see if there was a pattern of omega registrations and their attacks. And can you guess what I found?”
A hole. He had found a hole of her own making because the first thing that Lia had done when she had been alone in the hall of records was find the damn omega registration corner and make sure no one could ever find their names on that list. “You found what you were looking for, your highness?” she tried for light, for curious, for something that would get his off her scent as if he wasn’t a bloodhound ready to pounce on its prey.
“I found an outlier.” Of course he didn’t get the bait, what was she expecting? “Every single village attacked had registered an omega sometime before the attack, all but one.”
Breath in. Breath out. Steady. No emotion on her face. She could do it, couldn’t she?
“So that left me with a very big question. Why would they go off pattern? I would understand if it was a port of commerce or even if it held a noble that put their full support on the kingdom, but no, it was a small village with just one trait. An uncommon number of omegas.”
Mei was a very small village, but it had boasted really good fertility rates. In all accounts.
“Maybe they hoped that by killing the mates they could get the omegas.” Please take the bait, please take the bait.
“We both know it doesn’t work that way.” No, it didn’t. Once fully mated, an omega would be crippled by the death of their mate. Some had lost their quirk, others had lost their will to live. But she didn’t think it would have mattered much to the league of villains. But it probably mattered to those that were counting on a whole omega, not just a shadow of themselves. “So that led me to think about the quiet little beta that I’ve seen sneak out of the hall of records more than once.” He had seen her? How long had he been watching her do her research on the league? How long had he concealed his presence and how long had he been planning to confront her with it?
And what did he have to gain by doing so?
“Your highness, I have done nothing to hinder your power or reign.”
“That’s the thing, what could you possibly achieve by collecting information about the League’s patterns?” Hints of pine and leather, his scent was starting to unravel. “You have not contacted with anyone besides your friends, you spend most of your time on your duties. You have nothing to gain in all of this. You do not wish for the downfall of the king. You don’t wish for the downfall of the kingdom.”
A step closer. Leather boots on the ground and an increase of her heart rate… and her need to bolt for the nearest exit. Could she jump out of the window and make a run for it? Probably not, prince Izuku was already quite quick on his feet, let alone if he used his quirk to improve his speed.
Leather, pine and lightening. His scent hit her full force as whatever he had taken finally wore off. It was as overwhelming as it always was, and in such close proximity nonetheless.
“So you can only wish for one thing - secrecy.” He stopped halfway towards her, enough that he could lower his voice “But secrecy over what? The three of you are already pretty secretive about your past, no one really knows where you come from and you’ve claimed that you’ve been nomads all your life. So why settle now?” oh. She had given him a mystery to solve. He liked mysteries. “So that had to be part of it, right? That little village, no records of new omegas in the registry. It all didn’t add up.”
“Your highness.” Her voice was high pitched even to her ears, fuck, how the fuck had he gotten all this figured out? “I do not know what you are hinting at, you can smell it for yourself. We’re betas. We’ve always been betas.”
He stilled, and suddenly his gaze was back on her. “I didn’t say it was the omega part that didn’t add up.”
Oh.
She had fucked up. Would the ground just swallow her up?
“Which begs the question. Why are you so keen on saying you’re a beta when I can obviously gather that on my own?” alarm bells all around her. Loud and chaotic and was it her heart? Beating at a mile a hour? “You’re not worried I think you’re a spy.” It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t even bother to answer. She could see the cogs on his head turning, could see the pieces falling into place.
He relaxed. “It has crossed my mind, but I put the possibility as an impossibility because one could never mask it that well. Even when I make use of moonclover I can never get the scent of alpha to stop clinging to my skin, then there’s the fact that you’ve been here enough for your cycle to have hit already. And it has not.” It would not, the potion they took halted it. It was a stasis of sort. But she wasn’t about to tell him that and give him more ammunition. “But that’s exactly it, isn’t it? You’re…”
His words were halted by her hands pressing to his lips. Lia hadn’t even felt herself move before he was on the tips of her toes, palms covering his mouth so the word would not pass through it. Her heart was beating so fast and her breath was coming in pants, she was becoming dizzy. His gloved fingers wrapped around her wrists, and she had never been gifted with strength, so it was easy for him to pull her hands from his face.
His smile was positively demoniac.
Lia had just confirmed what he thought was only a possibility.
And still he did not let go of her.
“Interesting.” It was very deliberate the way each fingers pulled away from her skin, it was even more deliberate the way he pushed past her to open the door of the room she had just been in with her friends. Was it that night? Or was she in a strange time warp? It felt like so long ago. “Do enter. Or would you rather discuss everything else in the open?”
No, she would not. And he was well aware of that, wasn’t he? How could he not be? Lia entered the room without complaint, but she did make a play to light the lantern she had turned off. Once more his fingers found her wrist. How had he approached her so quickly? “Ah, ah, ah.” He chided with a shake of his head “I’m not going to give you ammunition to run away.” Of course he knew about her quirk, of course. “I didn’t plan for this to be your secret, but it does not change the outcome.”
“The outcome.” She let her hand fall down to her side, so Izuku let go of her. Good, because Lia put as much distance between them as possible.
“Well, yes, you see. Blackmail.”
She blinked at that. “What? I have nothing you could possibly find useful, your highness”
“No? I guess you are but a peasant with no information to give me. Your quirk is useful, but you did not go into the army as Uraraka has done. You also do not have the expertise of a poison master like Ashido does. What can I possibly want from you?”
Lia frowned. All that he said was the truth, and she had no shame in that, after all, she wasn’t there to give her skills use, she was there to gather information and then bolt towards what was probably certain death. “Then what do you wish from me?”
“Entertainment.” His smile was easy going again, but there was still that edge to it that didn’t let her fall into the lull of security. Not that she would have when he had let the mask fall just a few minutes ago.
“Hire some bards for that.” The words escaped her mouth before she could stop them, and Izuku seemed surprised that she would bite back. But his smile seemed to widen at that.
“There it is. I’ve wondered where your claws were hidden, kitten.” Of all times that her mouth had to run its own course, it had to be when she was being threatened with exposure by the damn crown prince himself. “I’ve seen you use that sharp little tongue on a few soldiers before. But you’ve always been so polite to me.”
“You’re the crown prince.” She countered.
“Ah yes, that puts a dampener on tempers.” Was he mocking her? “But not that kind of entertainment.”
Lia frowned at that “I do not understand. What kind of entertainment can a prince wish for? You have a full library at your service. A kitchen full of the best chefs. A purse full of coins for what you cannot make for yourself.” His mirthful eyes egged her on “You have courtesans at your beck and call. I have nothing you do not already have.”
“You have my attention.”
“What?”
“I could destroy your life with this information, you know?” his comment was so flippant it made her want to slap him. “Omegas are supposed to be nothing but caretakers of children and home.”
“Then destroy my life.” How was it possible that his smile only increased? What was he getting at? She felt more like a mouse than a cat.
“Do you wish to bring Ashido and Uraraka down with you?” her heart dropped.
“What do you mean? I’m the omega.” She paled, but thankfully it was hidden by the darkness in the room. “Do not bring them into this.”
“Do you think I’m stupid, kitten?” he leaned his hip against the table, worked his gloves off his hands “You’ve made it a point to defend that the three of you were betas, not just that you were, as if I was going to wonder about their designation as well. You keep meeting up in this very room. And you have come together to work at the palace. If you’re capable of hiding so well, what’s to say you can’t hide them as well?” He leaned forward “They’d lose their jobs, the positions they earned through effort and merit. Such a shame.”
“You would not.” Would he?
“Want to bet their lives on it?” it wasn’t like Izuku didn’t know the answer that would leave her lips.
Shoulders sagged in defeat “No, I do not.”
Lia thought he would be speaking after that, instead she was met with silence. One that didn’t waver until she was looking at him once more. When had her eyes moved from his frame? Maybe during his speech about destroying the lives of the two people Lia would give her own for. “Alright.” She finally allowed “State your terms.”
Once again with that sharp twist of his lips, that smile that was more teeth than anything else. It was strange how attractive it was. “Your submission for my silence.”
Her mouth opened in surprise ��My what?”
“Your submission.” He gave a tired sigh “I believe you are smarter than this. Why do you keep parroting that question?”
“You must know that I still don’t understand what you gain with any of this.” Besides pleasure that was, she wasn’t going to play dumb and pretend she didn’t know exactly what kind of submission he wanted from her. “Money buys everything, even submission. You have no need for blackmail to achieve that.”
“I have no need for money to achieve that.”
“Alright, so that makes it more baffling that you’re using blackmail to get what you can do with a few sweet smiles and words.”
Izuku chuckled. He chuckled as if it was funny that she was questioning his reasons for wanting such a thing from her. “You forget the value of entertainment in all of this. I could very well charm a pretty thing or buy the favors of a courtesan, but then where would be my fun?”
“In sex?” she looked at him as if he had grown another head. Maybe he had.
“You find sex fun?” Oh she’d fallen for that one.
“I would not know.” No point in lying if she was going to go through with this. “But your soldiers are pretty vocal.” So was Mina. But she wasn’t about to sully her friend’s name in front of the crown prince when the dirt wasn’t even dirt to begin with. Not if she had been anything else than a woman, than an omega.
His glee increased “Untouched.”
“Would it have mattered?”
“Not really.” He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders “But I can’t help but be pleased.”
“You also shouldn’t have been surprised. An omega is rarely touched before marriage.” It didn’t matter that marriage was usually so quick the ink had barely dried on the registration, it was still the truth. “So you wish for submission because it’s entertaining?”
A nod of his head and that damn smile “And because I’ve always wondered.” He didn’t continue, so she sent him a pointed but questioning look. He still left her to wait for a couple of unnerving seconds. “How you look with tears running down your face.”
Oh. Her face burned and once again she was glad for the cover of darkness, though by his chuckle, Lia could bet that Izuku knew very well the state his words had left her in “Pain achieves the same effect.” Would she rather have pain? She truly didn’t know.
“Maybe. I much prefer to see the tears for another reason.” A shrug of his shoulders, as if he was rolling her words off of them. So annoying. “Though I guess a little pain mixed with pleasure only heightens the sensations. I’m no stranger to some spanking from time to time.”
“You’re not going to put me over your knee like a misbehaving child.” She ground out with a huff, arms crossing over her chest.
“No, not like a child. You’ll see.” He waved her words as if they were nothing “You are in no position to make demands, are you? If I say jump, all you have to ask is how high. Secrecy of this magnitude comes at great cost, you know.”
“My self worth and agency, you mean.”
“You measure your own self worth, and the beauty of this arrangement is that your agency is to bend to my will. To fulfill my every whim. You’re going to submit out of your own free choice, kitten.” Lia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, which was a mistake as it did give her a whiff of his scent. He had no right smelling as good as he did. When he didn’t continue, she opened her eyes “Don’t try and fool yourself into thinking you had no agency in all of this.”
“The other choice is rubbish.” A glare directed at him, another laugh from his part.
“Ah, but a choice nonetheless.” Did he make fair deals? Probably not, but the fact was that it was a deal, one she could back out of. But doing so would have consequences that she could have shouldered if they had been hers alone. But she had Ochako and Mina to think about.
“My submission for your silence.” Lia finally agreed with a nod of her head, hands clasped behind her. “When should we do it.”
He leaned backwards, one hand idly reaching for the lantern to flick it on once more. Light filled the room, weak at first and then growing in strength as more fuel was added to the flame. “You seem to think it’ll be an one time thing.”
Lia frowned “Is it not?”
“Of course not. For as long as I want. Or at least as long as you want your secret kept.” He returned to his initial position, as if he hadn’t just dropped her in what seemed like a bathtub full of ice for all the cold that had sunk in her veins.
She grit her teeth. Stupid smart alpha. Instead of biting the bullet, she instead tried a diversion “You were against me turning the light on before, so why did you do it now?”
“You hadn’t agreed to anything before. You were still undecided, but now you have given your word for our deal, so I know that you won’t try and skirt away from it.” Izuku tilted his head “Who could have said that you wouldn’t have commandeered me through my shadow? Killed me and then ran away?”
“I would have not killed you, your highness.” As much of a manipulative guy as he was, she held no ill intent towards Izuku.
“Master.”
“What?” ok, maybe she was starting to harbor ill intent towards the crown prince.
“When we’re alone, that’s what you will call me. Because that’s what I am to you know, your master.” Oh, that was so self satisfaction on his tone. Lia did take back her words, she could very well kill him. But that would have meant putting herself in the shoes of a fugitive, and she still hadn’t gathered enough information to be sure she could take out at least one of the main elements of the League.
But the fact was that with him forcing her hand, well, the idea was something she couldn’t shake out of her head. His eyes are darker than hers, still a vivid green, but not the aqua that her own vision held. And they were amused, the sharpness in them out in the open because he had already shown her just who he was behind the smiles and laughter. Izuku was a good strategist, had always been, and he probably had been planning everything for a while had he not?
“You look positively murderous.” He leaned forward then, fingers stretching and catching onto a lock of brown hair, twirling it around without much thought. “How much of a difference is it to call me one thing over the other? As your prince, I still hold power over you. My word is only surpassed by my father’s, you know that.”
“As a prince, you do not hold full power over my free will.” He was studying her again, fingers letting go of her hair so he could grip the table instead. “A Master does.” She pressed her lips together. “So no, it’s not just a change in words and you know it very well.”
“Aren’t you a sharp one, kitten?” once again with that nickname, Lia frowned but did not comment, instead, she crossed her arms and looked out of the window and into the night sky. What could she say? What more could the omega voice out that hadn’t been said already? “So will you do it?”
Fuck, he was pushing her buttons.
Her shoulders tensed and then… And then she was relaxing because she was trapped and he had her in the palm of his hand because one wrong move, one wrong word and all they had built these past months would be crumbling down.
“I will.”
The sound of his hands clapping together brought her attention back to the alpha, his scent swallowed up the room, slowly digging into her reserves until the way her muscles relaxed wasn’t due to her defeat, but by her own genetic make up. The concoction that halted their cycles and hid their scents didn’t actually erase their instincts. Scents still affected them, as did alpha behaviors in general. Lia wasn’t sure how an alpha tone would make them react because that hadn’t happened yet, but she didn’t doubt that if it ever did their cover could be blown.
“Come here.” It was a soft request, and one that she heeded, walking the few steps until she was near enough for one of his hands to grasp her hip. The heat of his hand was searing even through the fabric of her dress as he moved her to his liking, his legs opening so she could fit between them. His eyes were darker, and finding herself not really capable of handling them, she slowly moved hers to the side. Her eyes caught the earing he was wearing, an onyx pendant in the shape of a diamond that reached the raised collar of his cape. It was pretty, and it fit him in a way that she wasn’t expecting.
They spent a few minutes like that. Her hands twitched as she wondered if she was supposed to do something but she didn’t really want to ask, and Izuku didn’t seem very keen on going further than just being close to her. He wasn’t touching her anymore, his hand had fallen away the second she had slotted herself between his thighs, and even them were parted enough that the omega had enough space to leave her hands at her side and still not touch him. Once again she was met with the question of what exactly did he want? Why her?
And still he was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
Her hands twitched again and she finally gave into the temptation to cross her arms over her chest, if only for something to do. The alpha reached for her wrists before she could actually do it, though, thumbs running over the scent glands on her wrists and leaving her heart a stuttering mess.
It was enough to snap her out of silence. “You cannot do that!” He let her pull her hands away, back to her sides, and she would not think she had actually been strong enough to get out of his grasp. That would be fooling herself because Izuku was and would always be stronger than her. “I cannot smell like you or rumors will spread.”
“Uh.” From the corner of her eye Lia watched his head tilt as if he was in thought “I guess it would be strange if you suddenly had the scent of an alpha on you.”
She didn’t bother to tell him that it would be even stranger that the scent came from the crown prince himself. He wasn’t supposed to have his attention on her, that was for certain.
“How do you manage it?” curiosity laced his tone and it brought her eyes to him, he was looking at her with the biggest and most expectant eyes, they weren’t a ploy, that was just what he looked like when he was faced with shiny new information, with a shiny new puzzle. “I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you do not have a scent on you.” He was talking faster now and it was almost endearing, the way he appeared almost child like in his curiosity. “Me and Kachaan used to try and see who could stretch their scent in the widest area right after transitioning, but then it’s been more than a nuisance when dealing with political ambassadors because they are always waiting for that one tell from you and your scent just gives it away.”
Like his was now, becoming brighter, lighter, the pine in a sunny day, well worn leather from good use, and the field after a thunderstorm. In lieu of herself, Lia couldn’t help but take a heady breath of it. He didn’t seem to notice. “You don’t know how good it’d be for us if we could just tamp down the scent for longer than a couple of hours, especially for Kachaan, he never quite got the hang on control of his emotions. And father sent him in a political tour of the kingdoms, that wasn’t the smartest decision if I can be honest. But if I was the one to go then I would have probably missed you.”
And just like that his attention was back on her even though her mind was still reeling for all that information dump he had decided on giving her. Was she even supposed to answer him? Apparently not as he continued.
“You would have passed right under his radar.” That would have been a dream come true “He’s really good when it comes to battles, and heck, he as a mean brain inside that thick skull of his, but he also doesn’t really pay attention to most things that don’t revolve around a battle field.” Was he complimenting his brother or was he insulting him? Lia was unsure and Izuku kept spewing information at a quick pace and she had to listen really closely to be able to actually take it all in “I barely noticed. If I hadn’t seen you sneak into the hall of records I might have thought you an innocent bystander on all of this.”
“I am an innocent bystander.” She was a victim. Family slaughtered. Life thrown in the air. And when she had tried to make something out of it, the rug had to be once again pulled from under her feat in the form of an alpha with too sharp green eyes. “I am not a spy, your….”
His eyes dared her to continue. His earlier words resonated in her mind, so she closed her eyes before taking a deep breath. “I am not a spy, Master.” Lia corrected herself.
“I am still unsure about that.” His hands came up to grab at her hair, not really to pull but to move the strands until they were framing her face, tips falling down to her hips. Maybe she should have cut it short like Ochako and Mina’s, but they had done so in favor of practicality, after all, one was a warrior and the one dealt with poisons every day of her week. She dealt in bound tomes and loose papers. “Tell me, why the interest in the League?”
“Don’t you have everything figured out already?” her voice was bitter. “I offered you my submission, I never said anything about my secrets or my mind.”
“You’re right.” The sting to her scalp was so sudden it made Lia hiss and open her eyes, he had caught a handful of brown hair in his hands and tugged. In a way it felt like punishment for her refusal to give him the answers that he sought “But you must also know I will find out eventually.”
“If you wanted answers that bad you could have made that your deal.” His fingers let go of her hair to massage her stinging scalp, and the attention felt too good. A soft exhale from her frame as her body relaxed even if he had been the one to cause the pain in the first place. “Does that mean you want to change your deal?”
A pause. He surveyed her with those green eyes of his, this time she didn’t shy away from his gaze, not even when his fingers moved down her neck and over her shoulders. Down through her arms until his hands came to rest on her elbows and bent her arms, it was instinct for Lia to clutch his forearms, and it was probably his intention on all of this, was it not?
“You’ll tell me.”
“Alright.” She was going to continue but Izuku shook his head, making her frown in confusion. “Isn’t that your way of telling me that you want information now?”
He smiled at her “It’s my assurance that you’ll eventually tell me.” A hum, drawn out, his arms retreating so he could grasp her hands and lead them to his thighs. The fabric beneath was soft, and she thought they might be satin. What a strange detail to hang on. “For now I’ll be happy with the fact that I have you under my gaze. If you truly are dangerous, there is not much you can do if I keep you occupied, is there?”
“So you still…” she frowned.
“Yes, the deal still stays.” She didn’t know if she should feel disappointed or not. The fact was that there wasn’t much harm about telling him why she was so interested with the League. It was more a question of principle when Izuku had already figured out so much about her past, even though what was one last piece, it was still hers to give. And Lia liked the fact that she got to keep something for herself. “Hey, look at me.”
She set her eyes on his, why did they keep wandering? Why was it so hard to actually look the prince in the eyes for more than a couple of seconds? Maybe because she felt like he could read her like an open book whenever his gaze stayed on her for too long, maybe because getting such undivided attention was strange and climatic and she really did not know what he truly wanted.
A pressure on her lips, the brunette was going to look down to see what it was but his voice kept her locked in place “Eyes on me. Do not look away.” A couple of seconds ticked by and when her gaze stayed on his, he finally gave a nod of approval. “Open up.”
Oh.
Her lips parted, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was pressing two of his fingers into her mouth. A blush raised on her cheeks as he stopped just short of the second knuckle, not really doing anything but staying there. And yet, she still squirmed under his watchful stare, still tried to will herself relaxed because she didn’t really know the why or how of things. God, everything was strange and she was caught in his web and in a way, at that moment, it all felt a bit dreamy.
His fingers were long, and though they had seemed thin and lithe when in contrast with his own body, they were obviously thicker than she expected when near her own. When inside her mouth. And God, it was filthy the way he pushed them further in, just up to his second knuckle, only to pull them out to the tips and push back again. Was she supposed to do anything? Should this be heating up her body like it was? To take her mind out of everything, her eyes focused on the freckles on his cheek, barely visible as his body mostly blocked the light from the lantern, but if she could count them…
Izuku stilled, a disapproving sigh leaving his lips “Thought I told you to look at me.”
She could only form words because his fingers left her mouth, wet with her drool that he traced over her cheek and down her jaw, leaving a wet trail that cooled down in the night air. “I am looking at you, your highness.”
Another heavy disapproving sigh “You do not do well with direct requests, do you?”
Her mouth opened to retort, his words stopped her.
“You looked away from my eyes. You called me by the wrong title. If I had issued another order, would you have also breezed past it as well?” she hadn’t even noticed. Her lips remained closed, though, she didn’t really care to give him an apology when she wasn’t sorry about her behavior. A beat of silence, he was waiting for an apology. Lia still didn’t give him one.
His laugh was unexpected, so loud she wanted to cover his mouth because she was afraid it would be heard out of the room. Did he want to be caught? It wasn’t like his reputation would be the one to fall into shambles. So did he even care? “Brat.”
“What?”
“You keep repeating that question.” Another full body chuckle that she felt because her hands were still on his thighs. He leaned forward a bit, still not fully entering her personal space in a way, but still too close for comfort. “But yes, a brat. I had something else planned, but can’t really let you get away with defying me twice in a row.”
Something different planned? Was that the reason he had his fingers in her mouth? She couldn’t really see how having them between her lips would have aided anything that would give her pleasure. Lia tried to wrack her brain for the details of sexual exploits that Mina had told her, but really, all she could think about was…
“Kneel.”
His hands moved to her own, stilled them from moving and helped her steady her body as she moved to her knees. Now she was eye level with his crotch and could notice the obvious raise on the fabric. She half wondered what was he drunk on, if on the control he held over her in that moment or the fact that he had watched his fingers do a facsimile of what he was going to do now.
As she settled into the knew position, Izuku’s hands moved to the ties that kept the front of his pants closed, undoing them with a dexterity she wasn’t sure she would have. But unlike what Lia was expecting, he didn’t reach to take himself out of the confines. She chanced a glance at him and oh, he was watching her.
“Do you know what I want from you?” his question caught her off guard.
“Overall? Sex. Right now? My bet’s on my mouth.” A quirk of her lips, not really a smile, but close. He hummed and his fingers were once again pressing against her lips, this time, he didn’t have to tell her to part them. Izuku resumed what he had been doing before, thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace, as if they had the whole night for him finish what he wanted. In a way, she guessed that they did have it.
“Yes.” His voice was lower now, and as Lia looked up at him, his eyes were transfixed by the sight of his fingers on her mouth. “More than that.” His eyes darkened as his fingers stopped their thrusts to push farther into her, until they were down to the last knuckle and her throat was constricting around them in an effort to get them out. “You’re going to take me in this pretty mouth of yours.” His fingers pulled enough that they weren’t testing her gag reflex anymore “And I’m going to fuck it until you’re a sobbing mess.” He pushed his fingers forward once more, showing just what he meant by forcing them even further down if that was even possible.
His words were dirty and his actions were dirtier, and yet, surprisingly, she found herself aching between her legs at the idea of being used by him. She was going to blame that one on his scent still clinging to her nostrils and making her light headed. Or maybe that was the way that she had stopped breathing the moment his fingers had pushed down her throat again.
A heady gulp of air as they finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connecting her shiny lips to his equally shiny fingers “Breathe through your nose when you have something on your mouth, otherwise you’re going to pass out.”
“Okay.” That was good advice that she didn’t know if she would remember when it was his length in her mouth instead of his fingers, but really, it was almost sweet the way he was trying to ease her discomfort in some way. Or maybe it was just to heighten his own pleasure? But Lia thought she had heard some of the soldiers mentioning they liked when someone gagged on their cock?
The hand that hadn’t been on her mouth slipped inside his pants, and her attention was stolen away from her own mind towards the length that was taken out of the fabric. A shade darker than the skin in his body, somehow she had expected it to be harder than it was, or angrier looking. It was definitively thicker and longer than she had expected though, not that she had any kind of comparison. Maybe they were all that size. Lia could feel Izuku’s eyes on her, as if he was expecting her to say something, what was she supposed to say? “Uh. I don’t know what to think.” That did sum it up and it would probably be enough for him.
“Would it help if I told you it’s not fully hard yet.” Her eyes snapped to his face to be met with the most amused glance that she had ever gotten from him, she flushed furiously and looked back at his cock with narrowed eyes. What did he mean when he said it wasn’t fully hard yet? It certainly didn’t look floppy to her.
He laughed at her reaction, increasing her embarrassment by twofold. Her eyes watched in fascination as his hand started to move up and down the length, his chest expanding as he gave a pleasurable breath that somehow made that dull ache between her thighs grow thicker. And it was then that she understood that he hadn’t been kidding, as more blood flowed to his length, he grew harder and thicker, the head of him becoming redder. Okay, so that was obviously way thicker than his fingers had been.
Lia licked her lips, and she could feel the way his eyes had zeroed in the motion. A drop of liquid collected on the tip of his cock, and Izuku swiped it with his thumb, but instead of rubbing it on himself, he brought it against her lips. The invitation was clear. Once more she opened her mouth, and once more his finger found its way inside.
This time her tongue touched the pad, took in the drop with a small swipe. It tasted salty sweet, not unpleasant, but at the same time strange. A pleased hum from him as his thumb slipped from her mouth but he still didn’t really tell her she should start, was he waiting for her to make the first move? Should Lia bend down and take him into her mouth? Or maybe she should lick him just as she did with his finger?
God, she really didn’t know what to do and a part of her really, really wanted to make sure she pleased the alpha. That was the omega in her, wasn’t it? The one that was taken by being on her knees in front of an alpha that only had eyes for her at that moment, one whose scent enveloped her in a way that made her tremble. His scent had become headier with arousal, she hadn’t even noticed before, but it was impossible not to now.
What was he waiting? Why wasn’t he saying anything? Lia squirmed, nervous and unsure, trying to make sense of the thoughts running through her mind though some of them didn’t really seem to be hers. They were flashes of instinct, the omega inside of her unfurling because of the situation she found herself in.
Finally, Izuku took pity on her. Or maybe he had worked her up to the place he wanted her to be. One of his hands cupped the back of her head, applying pressure so she leaned forward, mouth opening tentatively as the distance became smaller. His grip on her hair stopped her just shy of pressing her lips against what she thought would be a very soft skin. Lia swallowed, not really keen on breaking the silence that enveloped them like a blanket. It flitted across her skin and left her feeling wired and aching, it was a strange kind of adrenaline that had the brunette huffing out a breath wondering just what he had planned for her.
Her heart hammered on her throat, eyes closing as she tried to get her breathing to fall back to the regular rise and fall of her chest. The waiting was killing her, literally leaving her breathless and squirming and Lia still didn’t know what the alpha wanted and it was too damn frustrating. His fingers wrapped around her throat. Her eyes shot to look at him, and it was… her lack of breath had nothing to do with the hand splayed on her neck. The green of his eyes was dark, pupils swallowing up his iris, under that gaze one would think that they were the most desired being on the planet. She hadn’t doubted him before when he had told her he could get submission without paying for it, but the idea was burned to ashes just by that look. Anyone would have killed to be pinned by such a stare.
Her fingers curled on the fabric of his thighs, looser now that they were untied and pushed just bellow his hips, her breath puffed against his cock and she could see more precum glistening on the tip of it. How strange was it that in that moment she almost thought it pretty? What a silly concept. Lia still didn’t know if the arousal was for her or simply for the headiness of control over her.
Maybe she was no better than the sluts someone claimed omegas to be when faced with a dick so close to her face, maybe all she needed was an alpha looking at her for more than a second and she was weak. Or maybe, just maybe, it was her own reaction to him. To Izuku.
“Tongue.” His voice was pure sin. Low and growly and her thighs pressed together in answer as though he had said it between her legs instead of above her. Would his sounds of pleasure be voiced in that same tone? Oh, she really hoped they would.
Lia stuck her tongue out, amazed when he finally pressed his length to the small muscle. The skin of him was saltier than the taste she had of his precum, but as he rubbed the head of his cock firmer against her tongue she felt the taste of it again. A soft hum from her, eyes half lidded but still looking up at him, watching as the corners of his eyes crinkled just so when she gave a tentative lick. She did again and was rewarded with a soft groan, his hand giving so she’d be allowed to move as she wished.
The brunette still didn’t move her hands, kept with fingers curled on his pants, even as she leaned further into him, tongue running down the vein on the underside of him. He was velvety and warm, the taste wasn’t unpleasant, and his heavy breathing made her conscious of her own. The two of them stayed like that for a while, green eyes settled on her frame as she explored the length of him with varying strokes of her tongue.
It was slow, it was bewitching, she had to break it.
Her cheek pressed against his thigh, aqua eyes looking up at him “You said you were going to make me cry. I don’t see how this will achieve that.” Was that her voice? It was as breathy as his had been a couple of minutes prior, an octave lower than her normal tone.
His laughter was as unexpected as the hand that cupped her free cheek, Lia looked up at him dumbfounded, not really understanding what was so funny about what she had said. “You’re a brat.”
Heat filled her cheeks at his words, face pressing against his thigh as she groaned “Shut up.”
“I’ve been going slow because this is your first time taking a cock inside of your mouth, just because I’m not immediately jumping to have those pretty lips wrapped around me doesn’t mean I won’t get to my end goal just the same.” Okay, yeah, that kind of made sense and made more embarrassment flush deep inside of her. She shouldn’t have said anything, should she? His fingers tugged at her hair, bringing her attention back to him, letting him lead her head from his thigh back to his cock. “But I’ll bite this time.”
The blunt head of him pressed against the seam of her lips and she opened without qualms, letting him thrust the length into her mouth with another one of those groans that made her thighs press together. His hand weaved itself into her hair, tugging at the scalp as he guided her up and down his cock. Lia pressed her tongue against the underside of him and was rewarded with a breath that sounded more like a moan, so she knew she had done well. With every tug of her hair, her mouth went farther down, though he was still only letting half of it slip inside of her mouth.
She discovered why when she forced herself to take him further than he was pushing her, cock slipping into her throat and making her shudder and gag. The panic was immediate, and his look as Izuku allowed her to pull away from him was the visual of ‘I told you so’. Lia squirmed under the gaze, upset with herself for pushing but at the same time upset at herself for not being able to take it. A determined breath was given before the brunette was returning to his cock, taking him into her mouth again.
“Relax your throat.” His thumb rubbed against her jaw and she looked at him before closing her eyes with a hum. And oh! Did he just twitch against her tongue? Did that mean that humming against him felt good? Maybe it was the vibrations… Taking his previous advice, his newest and poor sheer stubbornness, Lia pressed on, taking more and more of him until her lips were pressed against his navel.
It was an accomplishment that was uncomfortable, and she had to pull back up straight away because her throat constricted around him so much she was afraid she would forget how to breathe. She would probably have chocked if she didn’t pull away straight away. Still, she looked up at Izuku with triumph in her eyes and lips shiny from her own saliva.
His thumb rubbed the wetness down to her chin “Such a good girl.” Oh, oh. The praise traveled down her spine and to her core, making it clench around nothing, making her feel empty and pent up. “I wasn’t going to make you deepthroat me yet, but you did it all on yourself.” Was that whine her? By the way his eyes sparkled, yeah, it had been. Izuku straightened his posture so he wasn’t leaning against the table anymore, and Lia did have to raise on her knees so she was still eye level with his length. “So you’re going to let me cum down your throat too, won’t you, kitten?”
“Yes.” She breathed.
“Yes, what?”
A beat of hesitation “Yes, master.”
“Very good.” She didn’t have time to deal with his praise before he was pushing into her parted mouth again, and this time? He let go of all pretenses of keeping himself in control, the grip on her hair sent tingles down her spine, his pace wasn’t punishing, but it wasn’t soft either.
She gagged and choked more than a couple of times, forgot to breathe through her nose, forgot to relax her throat. He slowed down then, but it soon picked pace once more when she calmed down. Her jaw was starting to ache from being open without reprieve, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes from the times she had gagged on his cock. And yet, she found herself enjoying having him take control of her, enjoyed being used for his pleasure in a sick sort of way. His praise was still ringing on her ears and her core felt empty and neglected and how bad would it be if she snuck a hand under her skirts to touch her aching clit?
Lia didn’t even get to try. With one last groan, he pushed her head as further down as it could go, buried himself in her mouth, down her throat. She chocked as the first spurts of cum shot, panic welling inside of her and tears streaming down her face. She was dizzy by the time he pulled away, coughing up spit and cum into her hand with cheeks red and shiny from tears.
When she finally stopped coughing, Lia looked up at Izuku only to find him already tucked back into his pants, clothes as straight as if nothing had happened. There was a tell tale flush to his cheeks, and his eyes were still dark and lustful, but no one would have said he had just finished orgasming. “And that’s why you have to breathe through your nose.” He ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her bruised ego with his touch and then his words. “You were a very good girl letting me use your mouth like that.”
He didn’t miss the way her thighs rubbed together, green eyes following the movement before his hand moved under her skirts, pressed against the thin shift, felt her heat through the flimsy material. Lia had the thought of his fingers doing what hers usually did when she brought herself over the edge, but all he did was give a pleased hum at her state before withdrawing.
She must have been staring incredulous at him, because Izuku let out a laugh “Next time you think about being a brat, remember that ache between your legs, kitten.” He tapped her nose before making his way to the door. “I hope you have a pleasant evening.” And with that he was gone and Lia was left alone and frustrated, aching and unfulfilled.
Her legs were gathered against her chest, arms coming to wrap around them, allowing the brunette to crawl into a ball and press her face into her knees. Eventually she would have to leave to go to her own room, but for now she just wanted wallow in a bit of self misery fueled by sexual frustration.
Crown prince Izuku knew the secret she and her friends carried, and she had just given him her submission as payment for secrecy. She didn’t regret it, but she also wasn’t pleased with herself over having been so careless as to have allowed for him to follow the crumbs right back to her.
It didn’t matter. What was done was done, and all she had to do was continue on the path she had been and hope to get enough information to form a plan against the League. She’d find them, enact her revenge and then… Lia didn’t know. But that was for another introspection.
Raising, she once more taped the shadow of the lantern, using her quirk to turn it off before leaving the small room quietly. It was much later, after she had washed the taste of semen and him out of her lips and the evidence of her unfulfilled arousal that she would have a very cathartic thought.
If the League wasn’t her death, Izuku Midoriya might very well be it.
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