#and he Waits and Watches to pounce until she touches the rose. the same way he did with maurice

[lumiereandcogsworth]

i feel like all adam did during the curse was hate himself and take depression naps.

[thevalkyriesshadow]

@lplusl As per your request! A mini gwynriel fic when Gwyn asked Az for dagger handling lessons and constructing the ribbon beam (because I think we can all agree, Az definitely helped her construct it)

Enjoy!

“Shadowsinger! Hey -” Gwyn’s heart was pounding. She couldn’t believe she was about to pull the shadowsinger to the side and ask him, “- Are you free later today?”

Azriel’s brows rose, “I have to take Cassian and Nesta somewhere. Why do you ask?” He carefully placed a sword back on the rack. His fingers delicately handled the blade like it was the most precious item he’s ever touched.

Gwyn fidgeted with a strap on her leathers, “I find that I quite like the feel of a dagger -” Azriel stilled, his shadows swirling around his wings, “- and I want to be able to handle it with the same care and consideration in which you handle them.”

He swallowed hard, “You - want to practice dagger handling?” 

She smiled, “Yes! See I’ve gotten really good at pulling it out from its sheath and -” she drew her dagger, thrusting it quickly forward. The tip of the blade inches from Az’s stomach. He didn’t flinch a muscle, aside from the twitch in the corner of his mouth. “But then I don’t really know what to do with it beyond that…”

Azriel - who was usually so very contained - curled his fingers into fists. 

“I can show you,” he said, the words running together, “How to handle a dagger that is.”

Then Azriel fidgeted - the stoic spy master of the Night Court seemed to suddenly be in a rush, not to leave her, but to do whatever it was he needed to do with Nesta and Cassian.

“I’ll return shortly. Maybe…wait here? Or if you need to freshen up -” One of his shadows twirled around her disheveled braid. Caressed her cheek where a drop of sweat dripped down her temple.

“I can wait. I have my book with me so -”

“Oh? What are you reading?” He started making his way to the archway back to the House. Gwyn fell in step next to him, her face heating. 

“Uh- just an adventure novel with a little bit of…other stuff, but the political intrigue and fighting scenes are really the main event.”

Azriel searched her face, like he knew it was actually a romance novel she was reading. He stopped at the archway, turning to her, “Well I hope you enjoy your reading until I get back.”

With that, the shadowsinger was off, leaving Gwyn alone in the ring, well almost alone as one of Azriel’s shadows stayed behind, wrapping itself around her ankle, curling up like a cat in the sun.

—

Sweat poured from every inch of Azriel’s skin as he twisted around, grabbing Gwyn’s wrist and disarming her again. She huffed and growled in frustration. The sound had become Azriel’s favorite noise while they sparred in the ring.

He had returned from dropping Cassian and Nesta off in the human lands to find Gwyn perched on the wall around the ring, book in hand. He thought he had caught a slight whiff of a headier scent on the wind, but it was gone before he could assess further. 

Azriel knew Gwyn was reading a romance even before he saw the cover. He’d have to work on training her to control her tells if she wanted to be sneaky.

Now, Azriel and Gwyn stood chest to chest, her slender wrist trapped in his large hands. She glared up at him, as if he was the reason she couldn’t hold onto her dagger.

“That’s time, Berdara.” He smirked as her eyes narrowed and she ripped her hand from his and stalked to the water table. The sudden emptiness of her presence weighing on him. He followed her, “You did well for your first lesson -”

“No…I dropped the dagger every time -”

“Well, I’ve had years of practice -”

“Well, I’ve had years of practice -” She mocked him before adding, “- I have a goal shadowsinger. I want to be the first Valkyrie after centuries of the world missing them.” Azriel couldn’t help but watch her throat bob as she chugged her glass of water. He also couldn’t help the excitable pouncing predator inside him as she mocked him.

He leaned against the wall, glancing at the pole he had helped her construct. Gwyn wrapped her fingers tighter around her glass as if she too were remembering that moment he’d found her after training one day trying to put in the pole herself…

“Gwyn. What are you doing?”

Gwyn spun around, shovel in hand, dirt smeared across her face. She smiled, “Putting in a ribbon cutting pole.” She held the shovel higher and gestured to the wood laying on the ground.

“I see. And did you plan to be out here until tomorrow morning digging in the dirt? Because that’s going to take you all day and then some.”

She lowered her shovel, leaning on it as her other hand perched on her hip, “Generally, when you want to upright a beam, this is how you do it.”

Azriel glanced at the ground, then back at her, “You do realize under this dirt is solid stone, right?”

Gwyn’s cheeks reddened, “Obviously…” She tapped the dirt with the shovel, “How deep does the dirt go?”

He joined her by the side of the ring, “Not deep enough to hold up the beam.”

The look she gave him. If she had the power of death in her eyes, he’d be long gone. “So then what do you propose? I bet next you’re going to say that you and your shiny, Illyrian muscles can cut through the stone no problem?”

He chuckled. That’s exactly what he was going to suggest, “Well, I won’t be flexing my physical muscles. I could probably cut into the stone with my magic.”

She took a step back, her arm sweeping in front of her, “Be my guest. I got it started for you.” 

He quirked a brow. Gwyn was being rather cheeky today.

Turns out, Azriel had to do a lot more hard labor than he thought. His magic only cut through so much before he’d have to dig out the debris and hack at it again. He was sweating, bruised, and bleeding - thanks to a sharp rock - by the time he’d gotten the hole deep enough. Then of course the beam wasn’t actually constructed yet, but Gwyn had obtained all the right materials so at least they didn’t have to waste time finding them.

After fretting over the cut on his palm, and wrapping it in unnecessary medical wrap, Gwyn called for a break to eat and rehydrate before constructing the pole itself.

“Where did you get these materials?” He asked as Gwyn held the smaller support beams in place while Azriel screwed in the heavy lead bolts.

“Clotho knows a few people,” she said matter-of-factly. Azriel chuckled softly at that. The copper-haired priestess was resourceful, smart.

After assembling the pole and rooting it in the ground, Gwyn reached up and tied the long white ribbon onto the post. Gwyn crossed her arms and nodded her head in satisfaction as the ribbon billowed in the wind.

She turned to Azriel, “Thank you, shadowsinger - for assisting me.”

“Anytime -” his words were cut off as suddenly the ground beneath them trembled slightly and a hole, sized perfectly for the pole they’d just constructed, opened up a foot away from them. The wind blew in the trees like a tinkling laughter, the House creaked next to them.

Azriel and Gwyn shared an exasperated glance. Seems the House was also feeling cheeky today.

“I have no doubt you’ll reach your goal of becoming the first Valkyrie in five centuries, but perfection takes time and practice. We’ll meet after training twice a week -”

“Three times,” she interjected.

He held back his smile of amusement, “Three times,” he confirmed, his voice lowering. “Would that be all, priestess?”

She scrunched her lips to the side in contemplation. “Yes, that’ll do…for now.” She sauntered past him, “Have a good night, shadowsinger,” she threw over her shoulder, before disappearing into the darkness of the archway and down into the Library below.

[butwhyduh]

Been Awhile

Roy Harper x reader

Summary: he’s been gone for a mission and comes back home mad thirsty

Warning: smut, Roy has a filthy mouth

You were totally fine. You didn’t almost burn out the motor to your toy while looking at pictures of Roy while imagining licking his tattoos and then everywhere else. It had been a full month since you last saw him and you were missing him so much at this point that you missed his tinkering and the smell of a soldering iron.

The first thing Roy did was pick up Lian from her aunt Artemis’s house and brought her home. He had stopped and got her the biggest Lego set he could find.

“This says 8 and up but I’m only 6,” she squealed.

“Since you can read that it’s 8 and up, I think you’ll do fine. Now let’s build a castle. Do you want a Princess or dragon?” Roy asked dumping it out on the carpet.

“A Princess dragon!” She said as if it was obvious.

“What was I thinking? Of course, a Princess dragon,” he said and they started building. You grabbed them a snack and joined them on the floor. Roy’s attention was on Lian but he occasionally gazed at you before going back to playing. After a few hours, Lian started yawning as it was close to bed.

“Alright kiddo, why don’t we pick this up tomorrow? It’s getting late now,” Roy said getting up and stretching. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt rose just enough to see a strip of flat stomach. Roy grinned at you when he noticed.

He spent the next 20 minutes getting Lian in bed and another 20 minutes wasting time cleaning up while waiting for her to go to sleep. Roy kept his eyes on you. Staring at your ass as you bent to pick up a stuffed animal, your breasts when you put another toy on a high shelf. And when he was certain that Lian was asleep, he pounced.

“Baby,” Roy said pulling you close by the hips. You covered a giggle with your hand before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fuck have I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You replied. Roy kissed you and his hands roamed your body; running across your back and down to cup your ass and up to squeeze your breasts. “Eager,” you said with a little smirk.

“You don’t even fucking know,” he muttered against your skin. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. You wanted him for sure but you weren’t that ready to go. “Couldn’t even rub one out because it was fucking communal showers and bunks. So it’s been 2 weeks. I had a wet dream the other night like I was a fucking teenager.”

“Damn Roy,” you flushed at his language. He started peeling your shirt off. “The bedroom, not here,” you insisted. He pulled you along quickly. As soon as the door shut, he was yanking your shirt and bra off.

“Fuck baby, your tits,” he whined before bending to kiss and nip at them. He looked up at you with a smiling mouth full of nipple causing you to shiver. He playfully lapped at the bud. “I’ve miss you girls,” he said giving the other breast attention, causing you to laugh. “We’re having a very important conversation here. Excuse us,” he joked to you while cupping them both.

“Hey now,” you laugh. “Can we get to the bed first?”

Roy picked you up over his shoulder as you squealed. He turned his head to gently sink his teeth in the meat of your ass. You jumped in surprise. “Nice ass. Take a bite out of it,” he murmured and did it again before laying you on the bed and crawling beside you.

You turned to your side and started kissing. You pulled Roy’s shirt off at one point and started kissing down his neck and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him, rubbing him through his boxers. He was already throbbing.

“You think you could?” He asked looking down. “I’ve been dreaming about your mouth for days.”

“Damn, you’re thirsty,” you said with a laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he whined. “I swear that sex is the only thing on my mind. I can’t handle going this long.”

“These full,” you asked, reaching your hand in his shorts and cupping his balls. He hissed and leaned into your touch with a nod. “I’ll take pity on you,” you teased.

“Just a little blow job,” he asked.

You started kissing down his chest while pushing his shorts down his legs. Roy was already leaking hard. You ran your hand up his thigh and jerked him a few times and gently cupped his balls before going back and forth. Roy was already breathing heavy and his pale skin was flushed red as his hair.

You playfully ran your fingers through the thatch of reddish brown hair above his dick and Roy’s hips moved towards your hand. It was intoxicating to see him so worked up. Sure, Roy always had a high sex drive but he loved the build up and act of sex just as much as the release usually but you could tell that his mind was only on getting off today.

You finally took him in your mouth and Roy let out a shaky breath. You sucked at the head while gently jerking the base. Roy was so fucking hard and was making so much noise that you were throbbing between your own legs. Thank god Lian was all the way across the apartment.

“Fuck, baby. Better than I imagined,” Roy breathed. He was gripping the sheets tightly in hand. You looked up at him and ran your free hand over the divots of his abs and Roy closed his eyes. He knew if he watched you suck him off, he would but almost immediately.

But then you cupped his balls while hollowing your cheeks as you took him deep and he spasmed and came suddenly. “I-“ was all he got out before a warm bitter wetness filled your mouth. Roy pushed your shoulders back to where his dick wasn’t in your mouth anymore but it didn’t help because instead he came on your face.

“Oh,” you gasped while trying to be a good girlfriend and jerk him through his high.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he said as he came down from his high. “I didn’t mean- I was gonna warn you but I couldn’t even speak,” he said with a dry chuckle. “Shit, that wasn’t the plan,” he said. Roy quickly grabbed his shirt to wipe your face off.

“It’s okay, babe,” you said with a smile. You climbed up and kissed him on the lips. Roy smiled at you. “I mean, I made you cum so hard you couldn’t speak. I’d take that as a compliment.”

“You definitely should. And when my soul returns to my body, I am definitely gonna blow your brains out,” he said and you huffed out a laugh. His casual frank sex language always got you.

“Yeah?” You asked as Roy held you close.

“Yep! Gonna try to see if I can make you cry or squirt when you cum,” he added.

“Roy,” you exclaimed and he laughed.

“Babe, I saw the fucking light when I came,” he said. “No joke. And I was thinking about you on the way home and had to think about baseball scores cuz I started chubbing up. Like a teenager or something.”

You covered his mouth with your hand. “That’s enough of that,” you said and he laughed before licking your hand.

“You won’t be saying that later,” he smirked.

“Yeah?” You challenged. Roy flipped you on your back and climbed over you.

“Absolutely. Now show me that pretty little pussy.”

“Roy!”

“Aww come on. It’s adorable when you get all flustered,” he said. You didn’t answer but let him pull your shorts off. Roy had a pleased smile on his face. “Fuck, my imagination has nothing on this,” he muttered while kissing down your chest. He opened your legs wide while roughly pulling a nipple in his mouth. You gasped as he let it go to repeat the same on the other side. He slid his tongue messily over your chest before planting wet kisses down your stomach.

Roy pushed your knees back to where you were wide and exposed to him. You shivered as he looked you over almost predatorily. Roy kissed down your leg and skipped over your pussy before going back up the other leg. He even kissed your hips and mound before moving down.

“Absolutely drenched,” he whispered. Roy lapped at your outer folds and even sucked on on before moving inward with precision. He knew what he was doing. You were panting by the time his tongue pierced between your folds and into your core. Roy started tongue fucking you and you let out breathy moans. You gripped the headboard behind you.

Roy grew more aggressive and messy in the best way. One hand held your legs up and the other squeezed and teased your breasts. It didn’t take long for you to whimper his name desperately in hopes he would finally pay attention to your clit. Knowing exactly what you wanted, he started lapping at the bud before taking it in his mouth and sucking. You moaned far louder than you mean as he sucked your clit like a dying man.

“Don’t stop,” you whined and Roy’s hand that was grabbing your breast moved to hold your thigh to let his mouth dive deeper into your pussy. He was absolutely destroying you in the best way with sucking and lapping and swirling your clit with his very talented mouth and tongue. He could see you were close. The sounds you make and how your core would clench around nothing. Roy kept going and was rewarded with a sound like a sob before you whimpered out his name and spasmed below him. His mouth suddenly flooded with fluid that he happily lapped at through your high until you pushed his face away. He gave a chaste kiss to you sensitive clit that had you jumping and gasping before climbing back up your body to lay beside you.

“Still got it,” he said with a grin. You rolled your eyes while scooting on top of him.

“Don’t break your arm patting yourself on the back, Harper,” you muttered with no real heat.

“What? I’m back to last name? I gave you a mind numbing orgasm and I get last named,” he pouted.

“It was alright,” you teased.

“That sob at the end said otherwise,” he protested with a roguish grin. You covered his mouth with your hand.

“Okay, ruining the afterglow there speedy,” you said. He laughed.

“Okay Princess. Let’s get you some sleep. That way I can wake you up before Lian gets up and actually fuck,” he said pulling the blankets over you both.

“Shhhh, less words.”

[arizona2004]

Who the Real Wolves Are. part 5

Azriel x reader

word count:

warnings: Smut

When I wake in the morning, I turn to find Azriel still sleeping next to me. It’s early enough to still be dark out; even Cassian is sleeping at this hour. I notice I’m wearing one of Azriel’s shirts that are far too big for me and smile. Scooting closer to him, I drape an arm and leg over his body, soaking in his warmth, and fall back asleep.

When I wake again, he isn’t beside me, but the bed is still warm, and I can hear the water running in the bathroom. The water turns off, and a slight splashing sounds as Azriel climbs into the tub. Suddenly heat pools between my legs at the thought of Azriel naked only a few feet away. I close my legs, rubbing my thighs together, and don’t let myself think about the idea I got as I quickly stand and walk into the bathroom. Azriel looks up, and just as quickly as the confidence had come, it disappears. But I’m already in here, the closed-door at my back. 

“Good morning,” Az says, morning voice still gravelly.

 It makes my core heat, and I know he knows as he suddenly sniffs the air between us, “Can I join you,” I take a few steps forward. He doesn’t say anything, so I slip out of my panties. “I won’t look. Promise,” I say, stepping into the tub. As I lower myself into the water, I slowly lift the shirt so that it doesn’t touch the water. His eyes never leave mine, though. Just as my ribs hit the water, I slip one arm from the shirt and use it to cover my breasts as I pull it the rest of the way off and throw it to the side.

We’re seated across from one another. Azriel with his legs out in front of him, feet on either side of my butt. And me with my knees pulled up to my chest, forearms resting across them. He still hasn’t said anything. I bite my lip nervously, regretting this when he says, “don’t do that.”

I look back at him, confused, “do what?”

“Bite your lip like that.”

Azriel’s pov

As inconspicuously as possible, I move my hands to cover my groin. Not because I’m embarrassed, I just don’t need her seeing how easily she made me hard. My cock is aching to feel her and has ever since she walked into this bathroom smelling the way she did. Wanting. It’s not as bad as last night, though. I love you, she had said. As if anything could have made me harder. The second the words left her lips, my heart stopped beating, and blood rushed to my cock. When I turned around, though, she was already asleep. And now here she is naked in the bath across from me, biting her lip. If only it were my teeth tugging that lip. 

One of her legs gently pushed away from her body and ran along my own leg, “you seem tense. If you want I could give you a massage. She pushed up to her knees and moved closer to me. Before she could get too much closer, I stood as fast as I could and grabbed the towel from the rack, wrapping it around my waist.

“You probably shouldn’t. I have to work, so I’ll see you later.”

Y/N pov

He just left. Maybe he doesn’t want to have sex with me. Maybe he isn’t aroused by me. I honestly hoped that was it because that was better than him running away because of what I said last night. It was better than him not loving me.

*

The rest of the morning Azriel studiously avoids me, and when we end up in the same room he avoids my gaze. Quickly anxious thoughts fill my mind. My stomach churns, and for the rest of the day, I feel as though I need to empty my stomach. When I end up in Feyre’s painting room with Mor draped on a lounge talking about a female she bedded last night, I can’t help but blurt out my inner thoughts.

“Azriel doesn’t want to have sex with me,” I cringe. The words come out quickly and louder than I intended. “Or he might not be in love with me at all. I don’t really know; I told him I love him, but-” I ramble until Mor cuts me off.

“You told him you love him?” By now, Feyre’s put her brush down, and both females are facing me. “Did he say it back?”

I start shaking my head slowly, “I fell asleep.”

“You haven’t talked to him?” Feyre asks.

“I tried to do something this morning. I don’t know. I just joined him in the tub, hoping we could do something, ya know? But he left pretty quickly, and he hasn’t mentioned lat night.”

Mor and Feyre glance at one another, “Just talk to him,” Feyre suggests.

“Yeah. be really upfront about it.”

*

I didn’t even need to finish my sentence before Feyre agreed to fly me up to the house of wind. She left me on the balcony with instructions to the training room before returning to her painting. I paced the halls before I even got the courage to go to the training rooms. When I did, though, I was more confident than I wished I’d been. I walked straight in and shouted, “Do you love me?”  as soon as I met Azriel's eyes across the room. 

A slight cough sounded to my left. I turned to see Cassian, but a second later, he and Rhys shuffled out of the room. My cheeks turned red, and Azriel moved to stand. He looked a little startled when I asked, but now his expression was carefully blank. 

“If you don’t, that's okay. I just can’t stand not knowing,” I mumble, looking down.

He lifts my chin with a finger and looks straight into my eyes, “how could you ever think I didn’t love you?” he says, “I’ve always loved you.”

My heart like it skips 3 beats, “Always?”

“Always. Well, since I met you anyways.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh?”

“I just don’t understand. You love me. But you don’t want to have sex with me,” I said questioningly. 

He releases a huff of laughter, “Is that what this is about? This morning?”

“You’ve been avoiding me since last night.”

“Last night? You mean when you drunkenly told me you love me and passed about before I could even turn around?”

Another blush rises to my cheeks, “I didn’t feel drunk when I said it. And just because I was doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it.”

A grin spreads across his cheeks, “so you love me then?”

“Of course I love you, Az. But you still haven’t told me why you don’t want to have sex with me.”

Somehow his grin widens even more, “You were grieving, and last night you were also drunk, then this morning I wasn’t sure you still weren’t, and I wasn’t sure you loved me. I wanted to wait until you loved me. But none of that is any reason not to have sex now.”

I redden more, taking a step back, “not here,” I whisper out.

“No?”

This really isn’t how I imagined it would be. Not here.”

“But a bathroom at 7 am is how you imagined it?” he smirks.

“That was different,” he raises his eyebrows in question, “I just had an urge then.”

His eyes sparkled with delight at that, “And right now you don't have the feral urge to pounce on me?” he asks with that insufferable smirk.

I let my eyes glance over his sweaty muscled body for only a second before backing away, resisting the urge to let him take me now, “I’ll see you at dinner tonight,” I open the door at my back now, “and then I hope to see a lot more of you after that,” I step out the door, leaving it slightly jarred behind me. 

His laughter sounds as I walk back down the hall, “smooth,” I hear him say in the distance. 

*

After Rhys drops me off at the River house, I head straight inside and up to the bedroom. I spend the better part of the afternoon bathing in lavender and doing my hair. When I dress, I slip on some of the blue lacey underthings Feyre made me buy before stepping into a short white dress. I paint my face with some light makeup and walk downstairs. Dinner isn’t ready, so I walk into the sitting room where Rhys is watching Nyx. Carefully, I sit on the floor to play with him. Minutes later, when Azriel walks in, Nyx is in my lap, squishing my cheeks together. Azriel stops in the doorway, looking at me, “what,” I ask.

“Nothing. You just look really beautiful, is all,” he says, before panicking slightly and adding in a rush, “not that you don’t always look beautiful. Because you do.”

I laugh quietly, turning back to Nyx, babbling in my lap. “Dinner’s ready,” Feyre calls from the dining room. I lift Nyx up to Rhys, letting him flip the giggling child over his shoulder to dangle down behind his back.

Azriel helps me to my feet and walks by my side into the dining room. As soon as the food was served, Azriel placed a hand on my thigh, running a finger in circles. I sipped wine, trying to ignore him, but slowly the circles rose, and Azriel's fingers were above the hem of my dress. When he did finally stop, it was only to spread his palm over my thighs and squeeze, slipping his fingers between them, inching them apart. I tried bearing the teasing, but when Azriel’s fingers grazed my clit I had to snap my legs shut and pry his fingers away. 

He kept to himself for the remainder of dinner, thankfully. But as soon as the plates were clearing away, he found any and every excuse to touch me. He hardly said anything, only shooting me devious smirks. After a few more minutes, we quietly excused ourselves, but I’m sure everyone knew what was going on anyways. 

As soon as we turned out of view of the others, Azriel turned me around and started kissing me as he walked us to the bedroom. His lips were soft, and his tongue was harsh as he kissed me. Pushing me against the door, he fumbled for the handle. When the door was finally pushed open, his hands instead found my hips, and his lips started kissing down my neck as he pushed me back against the door, letting it slam shut. 

Azriel's hands started sliding from my hips back toward my hips, but then he stopped, pulling back altogether, “If you’re not ready, that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he said.

“Oh, I definitely want to,” I reply, pushing him back onto the bed. A look of shock passes over his face, but he lets me climb on top of him. I sit on his thighs, leaning my hands on his chest to run his shirt up. It takes a moment to maneuver it around his wings, but once it's off, I run hands over his abs. Not wanting to leave even a little but untouched. He groans slightly, as I run a finger over one of his nipples. I smirk and lean forward to place a kiss on the peaked nipple. He groans louder now. It’s a deep low noise, and it is wonderful, “I take it back,” I say, looking up to him. 

“What?” he asks, confused. 

“I take back what I said about your laugh being the most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard. That noise. That’s the most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard.

His lips find mine again, and I’m swept away into oblivion. Gripping my thighs, Azriel pulls me up to it on his lower abdomen. His hands find their way to my ass and squeeze gently. I spend many minutes kissing his neck, marking him wherever I can. Then he starts pulling me further up his body, and I gasp as I’m pulled to sit directly above his face. Azriel just gives me a wicked grin before disappearing below my dress.

He drags a finger over my slit before pulling the fabric of my patines gently to the side. His tongue darts out to lick between my folds. I start collapsing forward and have to grip the headboard just to keep myself up. Azriel chuckles below me, and my legs start shaking, and I let a moan out at the feeling it sends to my core. He sucks my clit into his mouth and works magic with his tongue. I feel myself climbing toward an edge I’ve only ever found with my fingers and clench around nothing. Just as I’m about to release, however, Azriel pulls back. Then suddenly, he’s pushing me down his body and flipping us over and, in the blink of an eye, I’m laying where he had just been, and he’s kneeling above me, face wet with my juices.

“You taste absolutely divine,” he says, voice low. Then his hands are under my dress, and he’s dragging it up and over my head. After tossing it to the ground, he turns back to me, and his eyes darken as he finally gets a look at me in the lingerie. He traces the lace over my breasts before pulling a strap down slightly to suck a nipple into his mouth. I moan loud, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

His lips move up to my neck. He kisses roughly and bites gently. I’m a moaning mess beneath him, begging for more. “Please, Azriel. I need you,” I whine. 

Pulling back, finally, he removes the bra and starts tugging the panties down my legs. My legs lift straight into the air as he pulls them off my ankles, but instead of letting my legs fall, he pulls them to his shoulders. Looking me in the eyes, he starts unbuckling his pants. That’s where my gaze rests until he says, “If you wanna stop. At any point at all. Just say so, and I’ll stop. Promise.” I nod in response, still looking at his eyes when he pulls his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. 

He leans forward, pushing my legs to my chest as he pulls his pants off his legs. He lets my right leg fall from his shoulder and wrap around his waist instead, but still holds my other leg. My hands roam his chest, and my lips press to his, silently asking him to continue. I lick the seam of his lips, and a second later, his tongue darts from his mouth into mine. 

He presses meg closer to my chest and lines his cock up with my entrance. Nudging at my wetness, he groans and begins pushing in. Finally, I look down at the massive size of him. There’s no way that’ll fit, I think, but Azriel continues and slowly pushes into me.

My head falls back against the pillows, and I whimper. “Fuck! You’re wet,” Az groans. He continues pushing his cock into me and lowers my other leg to lean forward all the way. I clench my walls around him as he enters entirely. We both moan at the tight feeling. Azriel rests his hands on either side of my head and pulls out slightly before pushing himself back in. Tears stream down my face, but after a few more minutes of his gentle thrusts, the pain has practically gone, and all that is left is pleasure. 

I grip his shoulders and press my face into his neck, “faster Azriel. Please, faster,” I moan. Az obliges immediately and picks up the pace. He grips my hips and roughly thrust in and out. It only takes a minute before I cum around his cock, a screaming moan escaping my throat. Seconds later, Azriel follows, looking into my eyes he cums in me, moaning, “y/n.”

A moment later, he’s pulling out and watching his sticky white cum pool out of me. He bites his lip, obviously getting aroused by the sight, before standing and walking to the bathroom. He returns with a warm cloth in his hand and cleans the both of us up. 

When he’s done and laying by my side, he pulls me close, “are you going to say something,” he asks, “or just lay here silently, making me wonder if you hated it.”

I laugh slightly, tucking myself into the side of his body, “I definitely didn’t hate it. It was wonderful, Az. Thank you.”

“Happy to oblige,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head just before we both fall asleep.

The next part will be the last and is just a list of headcanons I have for their future together. I didn’t want to make this story a long one

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Good 4 u - The Darkling x Reader

Here’s a draft I found, I remember quickly writing this on the train home from college, listening to Olivia Rodrigo’s song on repeat until I got sick of it. Enjoy bahahahah 😂😂

Alina this, Sun-Summoner that, Sankta Alina the other. It was annoying to constantly hear her name on other people's lips, Aleksander's especially. You should have known his obsession with her would turn into love but you were blind.

He said she was nothing worth his salt, Alina is the key to more power, he would say before he proclaimed his eternal love for you, showering you in love and pleasure. When your relationship fell apart and your heart broke, he took a piece of you with him, the temperate part, the side of you that was calm and rational. For now you were the walking form of resentment. He never cheated but this was much worse.

Aleksander didn't seem fazed, at all. No tears for the death of so many good memories, no sadness for the end of a chapter in his life. Maybe he experienced time differently from you because who in Saint's name pursues somebody so quickly after a breakup? Somebody who's already sure of their feelings long before they change their life around.

You held back your gags as you watched the two fawn over each other at the Winter Fete. She wore his color, black, and you had to admit she looked half decent in it too. You didn't hate her, she never did anything to you. But him, Oh saints you would kill him where he stood if you could. He looked happy, unlike you. It's like we never even happened, what the fuck is up with that?

There was a time when he looked at you like that, eyes full of adoration and love. Now he looked right through you, treating you like a stranger. 'He took out the trash' Zoya shrugged when you drunkenly told her what happened. Maybe she was right, maybe he never even loved me, maybe I was there to pass the time.

He was so unaffected by your break up it made you livid. Every glance spared in his direction radiated anger and disgust. You didn't even try to hide it anymore.

Your demonstration was about to begin. You were helping the Inferni twins show off your fire skills before Alina would end the show with a bang. You didn't care for parties shared with the Grand Palace and were guaranteed to leave right after your little firecracker of a performance, but some part of you itched to stay until the end.

You could see Polina get up on a small pedestal, signaling for you to get to yours. Aleksander stepped to the side, Alina at his arm. Gross. The power beamed off of him, he was doing good without me. What a shame.

You played around with the twins, completely forgetting the room of diplomats and even Aleksander, who never spared you a look. The fire felt good on your hands, swaying from side to side as you molded the element in your hands before splitting it in two, shooting it at the twins. Using your powers gave you a sense of calm and peace, but it never rid you of the rage you felt. Maybe you were too emotional.

You got down with a smile as the claps eased out. You went to leave, eager to leave the stiff atmosphere of the room. At least you showed up. But his voice made you stop at the door. Instead of it giving you a shiver of pleasure, it straightened your spine in defense.

'Her name is Alina Starkov' Someone pass me a bucket. His hands came together, submerging the room into darkness. Alina began her show, the light letting you catch a glimpse of him. As opposed to the entirety of the room, you only had eyes for him. He looked at her as if she was a goddess, he worshipped her. Fury rose in you. He looked at me like that first, or was it a lie? Maybe he never cared.

You wished for nothing more than for Alina to reject him, see him for the man he truly is. If he could play you the way he did then Saint's knows what he'll do to the poor young girl. You were headstrong and stubborn and he still managed to screw you over despite your built-up walls.

But what if they last? He'll have more power, the Sun-Summoner by his side and Ravka under his rule. And you'll still be you. An Inferni with a grudge.

Before you knew it, the room returned to its previous state and the diplomats were bowing down to their Sankta. You missed the whole thing brooding over Aleksander, who still stared at Alina like she was the air he needed to breathe.

You scoffed and walked away, not wanting to be in the same room as him anymore. What a dick. You strode around the Little Palace trying to cool down. One champagne glass turned into two then five. Still you felt the nagging tickle of anger. You suddenly heard shouts and signs of a fight, racing over to the room it was coming from. Even tipsy, the soldier in you replied immediately.

'This is for Zlatan' You ran through the door seeing an oprichniki slicing Alina's throat open. Oh Saint's no. You pounced on the man, quickly catching sight of Genya already on the floor tending to Alina. Apparently, you weren't the only one who heard the scuffle as the General's guards flooded the hallway, taking the rogue soldier from you. Your mind snapped back into reality, searching for Alina but finding a young Inferni in the black kefta. A double for security. Smart.

'Inform the General' Genya spoke, leaning over the body. Your blood ran cold, he would probably ignore you. But you did as she asked, running to where you saw him last. You searched for his black kefta in the sea of extravagantly dresses diplomats. You spotted Ivan chatting in the corner with Fedyor, 'Ivan where is the General?' You hid your blood-stained hands behind your back in an attempt to prevent unnecessary panic. 'In his quarters' He nodded his head towards the big double doors.

You walked away with a mumbled thank you. In his quarters. If Alina's absence was any indication of what he was doing, it would be a miracle if you didn't slap him the second you got the chance.

Your knock was sharp and loud in contrast to your shaking hands. Then you heard it, her laugh. You've got to be kidding me. Your bloody hands braced themselves against the doorframe, clutching the wood for dear life. Better the door than his face. As his face passed in your mind, the door opened just a tad, his body towering over your own. The smile he wore quickly washed away, replaced with a stern look.

'Y/N what are yo-' You stopped him with a signal of your hand, you didn't have the patience.

'Marie got attacked in the fitting room. She's dead. He's detained.' He looked at you passively, obviously wishing it was anyone but you knocking on his door right now.

'Wait here'

He shut the door again. But you could make out his conversation with Alina in the dead quiet of the hallway. You sent a silent prayer to the Saints about your previous argument. Let her see him for what he is.

You slowly backed away from the door, not wanting to hear anymore. You heard his boots step out into the hallway and took his silence as a sign to walk ahead to where the man was being kept. For you, the tension was awkward and insufferable but for him it was probably normal, although you knew he felt your pulsating rage.

There was nobody on this side of the Palace, his quarters weren't available to everybody and that made you thankful because what you were about to do would definitely be regarded as treason.

He didn't have time to register you turning around or the hand that slapped him across the cheek.

The noise echoed down the hallway, your hand stung, maybe that was too hard.

His jaw clenched but he didn't retalaite. Why was his ignorance such a trigger for you? It was what started this, him pretending you didn't exist caused you to fly off the walls.

You shoved his chest with all your might. Do something. He let you push him away but never looked you in the eyes.

'Are you going to say something?' You were furious, venom dripped from your words but had no effect on him. 'The big bad Aleksander lost for words? First I've ever seen it'

He turned his head towards you, looking into your eyes for the first time in weeks. It surprised you because you didn't miss it.

'What do you want me to say?' His voice was void of any emotion, no anger or pain, his composure never dropping. He was the complete opposite of you. Saints, you were the crazy ex.

You didn't reply. The truth was you didn't know what you wanted him to say. Nothing he could muster would fix this situation. His actions were irreversible and Alina was still in his chambers, the room where so many of your fondest memories took place.

'I wish to transfer to a camp. Permenantly.' You had been mulling over the decision for days now. You had put in a request with Ivan a week ago but never got an answer.

'I need you here teaching the students' So Ivan did send it on. Was this another one of his ways of ignoring you?

'Tough. I don't want to be here.' You faced your choices with logic. Your anger would never go away, the hurt of your first love betraying you soaked deep into your bones. Aleksander was immortal, he would never leave this Palace. You had no other option. He sighed loudly.

'Y/N let's keep our personal and work li-' You went for another slap, he deserved it, but this time he caught your hand mid-air, pushing you away gently. You walked backward, disgust turning in your stomach at the response your body had to his touch. He was an amplifier and the surety he brought you would always be there regardless of your feeling for him. You hated it.

'Good for you Aleksander. You got the girl, the power.... at least let me have something' Your voice cracked slightly. You wouldn't cry in front of him.

'I'll have Ivan sort it out'

With that, you left the hallway, completely forgetting about the task at hand, happy to finally have a day where he didn't cross your path.

Aleksander stood there watching your back as you walked away from him. You would never know the pain and anguish he felt every time somebody mentioned you, or when he thought of you. He loved you deeply, more than anything in this world, so he had to let you go. He would hate himself if anything happened to you in his fight for Ravka and Grisha, so he had to push you away.

He was selfish for ignoring you but also keeping you around. He knew it hurt you to see him around Alina, he knew all of it. He truly did. But he was too greedy. His own actions were confusing him. Push her away, make her hate you but keep her safe, keep her with you. It was impossible, either one or the other.

As you rounded the corner, he memorized you, all of you. It would be his last memory of you.

'Good for you Y/N, leave me and be safe'

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 22

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader      CW: Language, angst, violence, blood A/N: thanks for all the comments/asks xx

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Chapter 22: How I'm imaginin' You

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March 15th, 1976

It was just over ten past eleven when they called it a day.

“Night, Reg! I’ll see you later!” Y/N called. Regulus beamed, waving back before scurrying in the direction of the Slytherin common room. For the past week, she had brought him to the small hidden room by the library she found over the winter break. Red and green blankets clashed together on the old couch, pillows and candles, books and even his violin was there. It became their — or mostly his safe place.

She’s kept quiet about their secret meetings, mainly because Regulus seemed so skittish at the mention of other people and simply because he was a Slytherin. It put her into a tricky position considering not many Slytherins were like Regulus — they weren’t nice to those of her blood status. Besides, house rivalry was no joke and honestly, Y/N was confused. What did he mean that he couldn’t be seen with her?

The bitter cold began to subside as April neared. The full moon had risen, nearing its peak as she walked through the empty corridors, way past curfew. Distantly, she could hear footsteps becoming louder but made no move to hide once the student came into view with no prefect or Head Boy or Girl pass. That was until the hunched figure seemed to drift closer, coming into her direct line of view. Once they passed, the student knocked into shoulder roughly, making Y/N stagger back into the rough jagged wall.

Crinkles formed in her skin, frowning. They knocked into her purposely. The first thing she took notice of was their tie, a Slytherin. Of course. But when her eyes continued to drift up, she wasn’t surprised to see who it was: Snape.

“Watch where you’re going,” he says, a nasty leer on his face.

“You better watch yourself. Must be obsessed with me.”

“Is that a threat?” It wasn’t, not really, but Snape’s ego is a fragile, fickle thing.

Snape stands taller, his shoulders squaring to appear intimidating but it does nothing but make Y/N’s lip curl up before suppressing it.

“Seems like it to you.”

Seething, his skin becomes an angry blotchy pink. Greasy hair never mattered to her, some people even rocked it but on Snape — anything on him seemed to irk her. His hair seems to stick to his face and an intrusive thought wiggles in and suddenly, she wants to ring it out — see if enough grease would come out so she could cook with it.

But, she readjusted her vision, observing the tight grip he has on his and that he managed to draw without her noticing. On instinct, Y/N slips her out too, her other hand ready to use wandless magic.

She remembers a long time ago, her mother always told her to never start a fight, but to finish it. She guesses that there wasn’t another other option but to listen.

“You’re foul — wretched trollop —” “What did you just call me?!”

Snape jabs a nasty finger into her shoulder before she slaps it down, hard. “You heard me, trollop. Things were so much better when you weren’t around.” His voice drops low, dripping in venom.

“Could say the same thing. I wonder if Lily knows the way you treat women when she isn’t around.” Y/N dangles the threat above his head for leverage. “I bet she would be in for a real shock if I told her.”

There was an ugly pause.

Snape’s nose flares and she would have backed down but since she hadn’t gotten to defend herself last time around Lily, there was no way she wasn’t going to this time.

Snape steps closer in a challenging manner. Eyes burned strong in detest that she even feels it. His hand trembles, going white from how hard he’s gripping his wand. A wild look crosses; he looks feral — like a rabid dog foaming at the mouth.

A spell is already forming on his tongue before she raises her wand, throwing up a shielding spell she learned. A bright blue sheet, in the shape of an invisible dome explodes from the tip of her wand just as Snape shoots a spell. The curse is powerful, making her knees buckle. It was at that moment she realized that maybe she should’ve just walked away. Y/N was good at defensive charms — great — but not at offence charms and clearly, they were among Snape’s specialties.

As shoots another spell, Y/N focuses and puts all of her concentration into the shielding charm — so strong that it pushes Snape back roughly and an item from his pocket slips out, plummeting to the floor. In strong silver letters that made her skin raise with goosebumps, it read: The Dark Arts. The overpowering sensation of revulsion and outrage fuels her, beginning to shake.

“You’re a fucking freak,” she blurts.

It touched a nerve. “Watch it, you dirty little mudbl —”

Most people (and Y/N would include herself with them) like to think of themselves as rational beings; civil, thoughtful, just, benevolent, humane. However, when things ripped at the seams without a given warning, people — we — are no better than wild animals. Even if you don’t know it, there’s an animal inside all of us, waiting to pounce and protect.

Without a beat, filled with pure adrenaline, hate and shock, the protective spell fell and Y/N stormed up to him, drawing her entire arm back as her fist curled into a ball. In a flurry, she delivered a sharp blow as hard as she could in the nose.

There was a loud cracking sound that ricocheted through the corridor, simultaneously, thick blood gushed out of Snape’s nose like a waterfall. It sprayed all over their robes, the ground and covered her hand.

She winced in pain, flicking her wrist a few times, noting the skin splitting around her knuckles deeply. Her ears rang like a whirling fan, radio static, a hissing radiator as Snape stumbled back, a hand shooting up to stop the bleeding. His eyes were filled with tears.

“Call… me that again…” her breathing was ragging and voice shaky, “And we’ll see what else happens.” Before Snape could retaliate, Y/N spun around and dashed off to the Gryffindor common room.

Her footsteps echoed around as she felt her eyes sting with tears but made sure to squeeze her eyes shut. Out of all people, she wasn’t going to cry because of Snape.

She wasn’t a mu — a mudl — she wasn’t that. She was more than that word.

She needed to tell Lily.

Tears were replaced with anger. There wasn’t a single coherent thought that seemed to force its way out.

Before the Fat Lady had time to ask for the password, Y/N shouted it out, nearly ripping the portrait door off. The force resulted in a large — BANG! — then slammed shut and Y/N distantly heard the portrait yell.

She took a deep breath, bending over while a hand clutched her knee. Distracted, it caused her to miss the familiar boy sitting on the opposite side of the room who stood up.

Her fist began to ache once the shock slowly wore off. A quiet, dejected groan slipped out as she stared at her clothes. She must’ve looked insane.

The sound of the wooden floorboards creaked and Y/N peered up. There, dressed in all black clothing was Sirius, staring at her bewildered. His eyes scanned her entire body, noticing the rusty blood staining her white blouse and hand.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” She gritted out defensively. She wasn’t in the mood to be anywhere near Sirius, let alone hear another insult. Without the ability to think rationally, Y/N wondered if she’d had the restraint to not punch him if he said something idiotic.

Sirius’ brow raised, not expecting that response but didn’t bite back. “I — Merlin — what happened to you? Are you okay?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to shield herself and moved towards the stairs. “Like you care.”

“I don’t,” he counters quickly. But he sighed, gravitating towards her and lightly grasped her elbow. Y/N turns around harshly, ripping away from him.

“Who do you think you are? Don’t touch me!”

Sirius’ hands raised, signalling submission; similar to a prey to its predator. “I’m not going to hurt you and I’m certainly not going to let you bleed everywhere! Come, sit — I’ll patch you up.”

She eyed him warily, then closed her eyes. Y/N’s chest rose in irregular intervals, weighing out the pros and cons.

She’s heard that he’s gotten into fights and probably wasn’t lying about knowing how to patch up wounds.

He’s an asshole.

He didn’t like her.

She didn’t trust him

Why would he want to help her?

But the stinging sensation flooded in again. Y/N desperately sought to gauge for any underlying motive but Sirius was unreadable. If anything, his grey quartz eyes weren’t as hardened; more blue bleed in, looking brighter — her heart gave a little thump.

With a nod, Sirius gave a weak smile and led her to the couch closest to the fireplace for light. He told her to stay put, took his jacket, threw it on the couch opposite, then ran up to his dorm and grabbed a medical kit along with a bowl and cloth. Rushing back, Sirius set down his supplies and with a flick of his wand, the bowl was instantly filled with water, his hands sparkling clean.

Body angled to face her while sitting, Sirius gently took her hand and submerged the cloth in water, ringing it out, then diligently worked to clean off the blood.

Why didn’t he just use magic? He wouldn’t have to touch her then…

She burned more from his touch than the wounds themselves. When it came to James or Remus, there wasn’t anything that made her skin tingle or spike in sudden shyness when she touched them. But whenever Sirius was just near, she felt her heart speed up, palms start to sweat and brain go completely blank.

They sat in silence. Every now and then, Sirius would glance up. Only when he had a disinfectant, he flicked his hair out of his face, seeming to be in deep thought and spoke;

“What happened?”

Y/N remained quiet, a faraway look now settled in her eyes. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she broke Snape’s nose. She’s seen what broken noses looked like — she grew up colouring nose and sinus anatomical charts in the O.R gallery while she waited for her mom to finish surgery. She was in deep, deep trouble if Snape were to rattle. Detention, house points, expulsion — a possible criminal assault charge.

Shit.

“Hey, Y/N.” He placed a hand on her knee, the cool metal of his rings seeped through her stockings. That caught her attention. That was the first time he’d ever said her first name. His voice was soft — the softest he’d ever spoken to her before. “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me but I promise I won’t tell a soul. Not even Potter or Evans. It’ll be our little secret.”

She breathed, “I… um —” She stopped and Sirius gave an encouraging squeeze. “Snape, he… he called me a you-know-what and I…” The rest was self-explanatory.

Sirius’s body became stiff. There was a subtle change in his micro-expressions as his jaw tensed, sharpening his features even more. His eyes, which burned with a fiery rage contrasted greatly as he cradled her hand as if she were made out of glass. Sirius huffed, mumbling out ‘thank you for telling me’ and proceeding to clean the wounds. She winced as the cotton pad touched her knuckles, her free hand clutching onto his shirt.

“I know this part’s shit. I’m sorry, sorry…”

She bit down on her bottom lip to prevent pained noises from slipping out. Sirius applied a light magical cream that helps reduce scarring and wrapped gauze around her hand; holding it in place with a magical seal that made it into a light cast. He added a few magical seals along with waterproof charms.

“There.”

She marvelled at his work, he did an amazing job and whatever he did, her pain reduced drastically. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me…” His voice trailed off, a small smile appearing, “Anyone that hates Snviellus is… okay in my books. And what are co-parents for?” He tries to joke. At this, Y/N perks up, a sharp exhale of air forced its way from her lungs; emulating a half-light-hearted scoff.

But soon their smiles disappeared and something strange flashed in Sirius’ eyes. Suddenly, the air around them shifted, becoming tense and enclosed.

Sirius was oddly close to her — since when did they become that close?

Her heart pounded wildly in her ribcage and Y/N wondered if he could hear it over the crackling fire. He’s so close that she could feel his breath fanning her skin. She registered his thumb grazing over the bandage. The warm colour from the fire illuminated his face, different from his usual cool-toned skin. His face looked sharp, more refined than usual. He looked enchanting, so regal and otherworldly without trying to — like a painting.

Sirius opened his mouth to say something but he trails off, leaning closer. His hand trailed up, touching her arm lightly and moved to cup her cheek delicately. The entire time, his eyes trained on her for any glimmer of irritability or discomfort. His thumb began to stroke her skin and she lent into it. It’s large and warm and his touch feels so, so fucking good.

Sirius chooses his next words with caution. “Can I?” He murmurs but the question is clear — louder than any screaming match she had with him. His lips are millimetres away from hers.

In times like these, that Gryffindor bravery was nonexistent.

Y/N’s mind is vacant, internally freaking out but still manages to choke out, “Yes.”

Frozen in place, his eyes flicker from her eyes, then lips, and back to her eyes. He tilts her head back slightly using his hand before it travels to the back of her neck and leans in. But, there’s something in Sirius that hesitates.

The hesitation is too long because a voice could be heard from beyond the portrait and the sound of it swinging open causes them to break apart. She misses the contact already. Sirius stands hastily, wand swishing to clean up the mess around them in a daze. A beautiful blush settles on his face; a hand runs through his hair, rings catching the low light and widens the gap between them. He put his jacket back on.

Y/N’s brain hadn’t caught up yet. Too much happened too quickly. 

“Pads? Where have you’ve been? The moo —” the moment he sees her, his voice draws out, “— ooooony! Moony! He’s waiting for us. Whiskers! Ugh — h-hey!”

Peter fucking Pettigrew, in the flesh.

She makes sure to hide her hand and bloodied shirt from him. “Evening, Pete.”

Sirius coughs awkwardly and clears his throat, Peter doesn’t look suspicious. “Yeah, ugh — right. Sorry,” he takes a pause, eyes drifting momentarily to her and back to Peter, “Was busy with our Puffskein. Let’s go.”

“Night, L/N!” Peter acknowledges. He even sends finger guns.

Y/N is left stunned, watching Sirius leave. The door clicks and her body slackens.

In a haze, she padded into her dorm: quiet and dark, everyone fast asleep. She took a very cold shower, changed into her pyjamas, brushed her teeth and threw out her bloodied robes. Then, she pulls back the curtains around her bed. A floating candle burned brightly as Lily was there, writing in her journal.

“What took you so long?!” Lily chirped, sliding over to give her more room to slip in. Letting the drapes fall shut behind, she hummed in response.

“Puffskein. Oats.” She’ll talk to Lily about Snape another day — that is if Dumbledore doesn’t expel her.

Y/N rolled over to her side, facing away from Lily. The cool pillow did nothing to help chill her heated skin. It’s like she can feel the ghost of Sirius’ fingers graze her cheek still.

Lily babbled — something about Dorcas and Mary inviting them to skate one last time before the ice melted. But it all went in one ear and out the other.

God, she thought, mad at the realization. There was no point in denying it anymore; she’d been doing so for months and clearly, it was fruitless. I like Sirius Black. I really, really like Sirius Black.

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She didn’t get a wink of sleep. Her mind reeled the entire night, replacing the scenarios again and again, analyzing everything he said, his actions — that look on his face. All she thought about was Sirius: his eyes, his smile, his hair, his skin, his hands, his fucking lips — Argh! Sirius was the personification of Firewhiskey and all she wanted to do was drink more of him — and they hadn’t even kissed!

Sirius is arrogant, rude, cold, cat-called her — insulted her! A part of her felt disgusted — disgust how her heart raced wherever the mere thought of him appeared in her mind. Disgusted how her heart leaped whenever he was near. Out of all people, why him?!

She fucking hated Peter Pettigrew right now — or loved him, she wasn’t sure. Maybe he saved her from making a terrible mistake.

Okay, okay! First things first, she had to stop thinking about him! She forced herself to think about something else: Charms — Professor Flitwick — Peter’s grandma in her ‘purple knickers’ — Slughorn — Slughorn in his underwear — yes, that certainly stopped any more lewd thoughts. Her mind and body were at war.

“Rise n’shine, darlings!” Marlene sang in a high-pitched Victorian accent as she tripped the blinds back. Y/N peeked out from the small gap in her curtains, watching Marlene tiredly. Everyone groaned, Dorcas even threw a pillow at her. Y/N, unaffected, blinked and perched herself against the headboard, yawning. “Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!”

“Marls…” Dorcas groaned. She rubbed her eyes and squinted at the clock that hung above their large window, quickly collapsing into bed and dove under the covers. “It’s six in the morning…”

Marlene hopped over and ripped off Lily’s covers only to realize she was with her. She skipped her way over, ripping the drapes back and jumped into her bed. Toulouse hissed, jumping off before Marlene snuggled up to Lily, proding her cheek.

She gave Y/N a once over, “Morning sugar.”

She continued to poke Lily who forced her eyes open, trying to swat at her. Lily flipped over, moving over to Y/N. Marlene rolled her eyes, but a hurt pang flashed her face before she covered it up. Instead, she bellowed, taking hold of Lily’s shoulders and shook.

“EVANS! EVANS — YOU TOO L/N, WAKE UP NOW!”

“McKinnon! What do you want?!”

She gave a triumphant smirk. “Quidditch! It’s Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff today!”

Marlene was already decked out in her tracksuit, ready to go on a jog around the castle with the rest of the Gryffindor team. Once everyone woke up, they all gave her one of many pep talks and ushered her off.

The morning was slow for everyone but Y/N. Her thoughts drifted away from Sirius, only to think about the next worst thing possible; Snape.

Damn… she had to tell Lily, but how? ‘Hey, Petals! One of your friends — if not your best friend, called me, a Muggleborn — which if you forgot, you are too —the cruellest word there is! And he was caught with a book about The Dark Arts!’

She would tell her, but not today, or at least until after the Quidditch game.

As Y/N got ready for the day, everyone noticed the bandage around her hand (which she lied and made an excuse using Oats), then headed down for breakfast. The Gryffindor team was huddled around Marlene and James. Mary and Alice sat close, giving her a small wave.

Downing coffee after coffee, the caffeine strangely made her sleepier as she listened to James and Marlene’s agonizing rambles. Lazily flicking through sections of the Daily Prophet, she waited for a letter from her mother. None — again. Until a hand came out of nowhere, snatching the paper from her grasp, leaving Y/N to huff out.

She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. “Mornin’ Professor,” she mumbled, reaching over to grab it from him.

“You look like you’ve been shagging the whomping willow,” Remus jokes, shaking his head with a smile.

At this, Mary leans in and whispers into her ear, “Didn’t we suggest Remus —” “Or Black? Not a tree!” Marlene adds.

She ignored them but felt her stomach drop at the mention of Sirius. Remus wore his gold oversized glasses today. His curls were tousled, eyes slightly bloodshot and he seemed to be sluggish that morning. She scooted over making room as he took a seat next to her. She grinned back, “You look like shit too, Lupin.”

Remus’ smile turned brighter.

James floated two plates to them, filled with their favourite foods while Y/N poured Remus a mug of coffee, dumping an ungodly amount of sugar in, handing it to him. From all the times they brought coffee or tea for each other, whether that be for study groups, lounging in the common room or walking past the kitchens while heading to class, they knew how they liked their beverages by heart.

He flashed a tired smile, humming as he took a sip. Their dating rumours hadn’t calmed down yet, so when a couple of students passed by, looking between them enviously, they both side-eyed each other humorously.

“We’re such catches,” she whispered to him.

“Abso-bloody-lutely — hey!” He randomly cuts in, pointing to her bandaged hand, “We’re matching.”

He raised his hand, showing a couple of his fingers taped together before a long bandage was wrapped around his palm and travelled down his wrist, disappearing beyond his red sweater.

Y/N mused at it before grabbing a quill from Marlene who’d been sketching out the Quidditch pitch and dipped it into an inkpot, handing it to Remus.

His head tilted, “Hmm?”

“Sign mine and I’ll sign yours?”

His long calloused fingers took the quill from her, doodling on the white bandage gently. He drew Dumbledore with pom-poms, cheering for the upcoming Quidditch game, along with a smiley face, his initials and a couple magical creatures. Then passed the quill back, placing his bandage hand on the table and flicked open the Daily Prophet. A few splotches of ink splattered around as she drew The Beatles on broomsticks, all chasing a Golden Snitch. She also drew Remus as David Bowie’s cover as Aladdin Sane, using his scars to make the lightning bolt and quickly signed her name.

Lily and Peter had come in, taking a seat and Y/N had become hyper-aware of Sirius sitting down directly across from her. Both of them stiffened and she continued to avoid his gaze as she drew on Remus.

“We’re going to be fine, it’s only Hufflepuff.”

“Nope, Hufflepuffs know how to get shit done,” Peter says, his mouth stuffed with food. “Never underestimate them — what the fuck?!”

Everyone in the Great Hall collectively held a breath, looking up at the Slytherin table. Lily’s eyes almost bugged out in rage, her ears becoming red as she got up and walked over.

It was Snape, but it wasn’t his nose that caught people’s attention. No — his nose was fine — he must’ve gone to the hospital wing that night.

“What happened to him! Ahah!” Peter cried out, “He looks like my house elf!”

There, Snape stood completely bald with no eyebrows and wearing Gryffindor robes.

Y/N slapped a hand to her mouth, desperately trying to calm her shrieking laughter but couldn’t. She and Remus lent on each other, trying to not tip over the hall bench. Everyone whopped loudly, James even whistled.

But as everyone was occupied with the sight, the person who she expected to be howling in laughter that most definitely should’ve been was Sirius. He simply drank from his goblet, his eyes peered over to her with a knowing look and bowed his head ever so slightly and looked away.

Oh.

Ohhh.

She was left with more unanswered questions than ever.

[emilia3546]

Our Future - PoppyCas

Keiran's been left to babysit his little sister for a few hours, nothing could go wrong, or could it? Luckily Poppy is on hand to save him, getting her thinking about families, the future she wants to start with Casteel.

*****

"Your majesty!" Poppy whirled around at the shout, still not entirely accustomed to the title, but smiled warmly at the young wolven running towards her,

"What can I do for you, Laurie?" She asked, chuckling as he shifted to wolven form and back again, shaking his head to regain his bearings,

"Lord Contou asked me to find you,"

"Kieran? He'll laugh to hear you call him that," she chuckled,

"but he is, isn't he?"

"Technically, but I don't think he's ever used that official title, even since we made him advisor,"

"Oh, well, he said he needed your help with something, he didn't say what, but he's waiting at his parents' house."

"Thank you, Laurie, I'll head over there now, if you see him, let Cas know where I've gone." She held up a hand as Laurie made to run off again, "If you see him, don't go out of your way, he'll find us,"

"Yes, your majesty," he muttered, but smiled and waved at Poppy when he reached the edge of the garden, and Poppy resisted the urge to laugh as Laurie vanished. It wouldn't take long to get to Jasper and Kirha's house from here, but she did let out a sigh at the sight of the freshly-planted night-blooming roses, she'd come and check on them later this evening. There was something about Evaemon in the spring that had completely captured her heart, perhaps it was the way that the breeze ruffled through her hair, the scent of flowers floating all around her. Perhaps it was the way that her people smiled and waved when she passed them in the street, but perhaps it was simply the feeling of peace, of safety. She hardly noticed her feet moving, following the same path that she'd walked a thousand times now, at least until she found herself at the Contous' door. 

She let herself in, calling Kieran's name, but froze at the sight before her,

"I need your help," Poppy struggled to hold in a laugh at the sight of him holding his baby sister at arms-length, covered in what she hoped was baby food, surrounded by discarded toys. She blinked a few times in surprise, but quietly closed the door, and took the child from Kieran's arms,

"Oh, sweetie, what's he done to you?" She crooned, gently rocking her from side to side,

"Me? Look at what she's done!"

"She's two, Kieran, you're what, two-hundred?"

"Something like that," he muttered, and Poppy snorted with laughter, carrying the child through to the kitchen, carefully cleaning her up, and tickling her when she squirmed, so that she squealed in delight. Kieran sheepishly followed her, still complaining that babies were impossible, 

"Go clean up the living room," Poppy ordered, "I'll deal with her,"

"Thank you," she made a face when he kissed her cheek,

"You smell like baby vomit, go shower as well,"

"Not my fault," Kieran insisted, "I don't know babies, Netta was supposed to help, but she got delayed in Spessa's End,"

"Uh-huh," Poppy hummed, "Go clean up," she didn't wait to see if he obeyed before slipping out of the room, and disappearing up the stairs to find a change of clothes for the toddler now wriggling in her arms. "Shhh," she hushed, humming a tune quietly, trying to quieten her down, just long enough to get a clean set of clothes on before wriggling away and dodging Poppy's attempts to catch her. Poppy stopped chasing her, and cocked her head to the side, laughing as the little girl mimicked her, staring at her with those brilliant blue eyes, "Come here," Poppy held out her arms, laughing again when the child shook her head, 

"Don't want to," she giggled, 

"Come to Auntie Poppy," in that moment of hesitation Poppy lunged forwards and scooped her up, "Do you want to play in the garden?" In a heartbeat, she wasn't holding a child, but a wriggling wolven pup, and she set her down on the ground, laughing again as she raced round her feet, her tail wagging uncontrollably. Kieran was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, "We're going to play in the garden," Poppy explained, grinning at Kieran's shocked look,

"How did you catch her?" He whispered,

"Magic," Poppy chuckled, "You just need to learn to cope with children,"

"I can cope with children," he complained,

"Cas doesn't count," Poppy shot over her shoulder, following Kieran's sister into the garden.

"Hey!" She turned at her husband's voice, "I am not a child,"

"Go and prove it then, she's in the garden," Casteel and Kieran shared a look, but he finally shrugged and passed Poppy to reach the door to the garden. Her heart swelled at the way he immediately took to the task, letting the howling pup pounce on him, and bat at him with her paws. She leaned against the doorway, and ignored Kieran's knowing look,

"You want one," he teased,

"Shut up, we agreed to wait a while," 

"Tell him, if you want one now, just tell him, he's only waiting because you wanted a bit of time to learn to be Queen and to live peacefully first, if you've decided you're ready, just tell him."

"I don't know, maybe he��wants time,"

"Maybe, but if you don't tell him you're ready, how can he decide if he is?" Poppy rolled her eyes, 

"Now who's asking questions," but Kieran was right, she did want one, she really wanted one, and she knew that Casteel did too, but the thought of it, of their child still frightened her a bit, but in a good way she supposed. She turned her attention back to where joy and contentment was practically radiating off her husband where he was now playing peekaboo with a mortal toddler. Her screams and squeals of delight melted Poppy's heart, and she was so absorbed with watching that she didn't notice the door behind them opening,

"Kieran roped you two in then, did he?" Kirha nudged her son's shoulder as she spoke, "I should have known better than to think he'd actually cope on his own,"

"Mom! I can cope,"

"Then why are Poppy and Casteel here?" Jasper teased, "We can't even go out for lunch without you needing help," Kieran narrowed his eyes and Poppy chuckled again,

"Lunch? You mean all the mess I walked into was just from about an hour?" Kieran grunted, trying to dismiss her attention, but all he managed was to confirm her question. 

"Mama!" Kirha grinned as her daughter practically leapt into her arms, "I've been playing with Auntie Poppy, and Uncle Cassy," Poppy snorted at the toddler attempt to pronounce Casteel's name, but politely refused Kirha's offer to stay for dinner, claiming that they'd promised to eat with Casteel's parents that evening, even if she was just trying to avoid adding any extra stress to her life.

*****

The night-blooming roses were absolutely beautiful, they'd taken perfectly, surrounding a pond that glowed silver in the moonlight. Poppy sighed to herself, running a hand through the cool water,

"C'mon, what's the matter?" She shrugged, still not quite sure how to explain her thoughts, "Poppy," Casteel gently turned her chin to face him, "You've been quiet all day, tell me what's on your mind,"

"I don't know," she muttered, "This is lovely," she gestured to the roses, to the rest of the gardens, "Our people are safe, happy,"

"And you're not?"

"No, I am, I just, it's like there's something else I want." She paused for a moment, trying to think about her next words, careful not to end up pushing Casteel into something he might not want yet, "Earlier, at the Contous' place, it just felt right, you know?"

"I do know," Casteel murmured, "You think you're ready?" Poppy nodded, 

"I am ready, I want a family, with you, I never really had a chance to think about what I wanted, I assumed I'd never be able to have children, to choose my life, and now we're safe, we have time, I want to. I chose you, and now I want to choose our family." Casteel didn't speak, simply smiled, both dimples appearing, and leaned forward, until his and Poppy's noses were almost touching, 

"I want to choose a family too," Poppy's heart leapt when Casteel closed the gap between them, pulling her in by her waist, a hand diving into her hair as he slanted his mouth over hers. Poppy blindly grasped at his shirt, clinging on as she met him move for move, and sighed when he finally pulled back and tucked her into his side, "We should probably get started then," he murmured, chuckling at the way Poppy squirmed slightly at the suggestion, but grinned, and practically dragged him back to their bedroom.

[the-broken-truth]

Broken-Style Remix: The Red Hood & Shadow Hunter (Jason Todd & Bellatrix Todd)

Broken: So, I happened to read one of @anxiousnerdwritings's works about Jason Todd and Damian's Twin sister being a team and going against Bruce and the Bat-Family who want Damian's twin sister with them. This idea came to mind and I thought you would like it. Let the words weave and enjoy!

@anxiousnerdwritings's version: LINK

Quick Note: Bellatrix's Name is Shadow Hunter - Her Armor is like Jason's but it is more wolf-like (My personal touch) and has a bit more tech to it.

Blue eyes forced through the magnifying glasses on the face of the Eldest Wayne Heir, yet the one who cast the name aside for one that better understood her and a family that would better understand her than the Dark Knight or his gaggle of infants ever could. She sat in the darkroom - well, not entirely dark; the sparks from the tools in her hand made occasional lights that illuminated the room every now and then, plus there was the desk lamp on the workbench - shining light on the hand & forearm model and the gadget in the making that Bellatrix was working on. It was an attachment to her suit - Claws that gave a lightning discharge. She could use it to knock someone out or remove them completely with enough voltage but she won't do that - she won't live on the Al Ghul Blood, she won't be like Talia Al Ghul or the boy she once called brother.

Speaking of brothers.

"Another all-nighter?" A familiar voice called out, causing Bellatrix to turn off the tools, placed them down, and turn in her seat while lifting the goggles off her face to look at the man in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Yeah, I wanna make sure the claws are ready for our next patrol." Bellatrix explained as she pulled the goggles off her head and placed them on the table before getting up and walking over to Jason, who gave her the coffee cup once she was in front of him. "Thanks." She said as she took a sip.

"No problem, what are brothers for?" Jason asked with a smirk.

"Other than entering their little sister's workroom without knocking?" Bellatrix asked with a raised eyebrow.

"As your brother, I have a right to invade your privacy for the greater good." Jason said with a smirk.

"And to be nosy." Bellatrix added as she walked past him.

"And to be..." He stopped when he realized what he was gonna say, "Hey! I'm not nosy!" He yelled as he followed behind her to the kitchen where breakfast was waiting.

[Later That Night]

Shadow Huntress secured her clawed boots shut before standing to look at the modified claws before sliding them on and latching them closed. She then positioned her right hand as if she was going to strike with her claws and smiled as the light blue electric current waves ran flowed from the bottom of her forearm to the tip of her claws; the tried with her other arm and everything was perfect. She grabbed her sword in one hand and her mask in the other before heading out to see what Hood was doing.

"Anything?" Huntress asked.

"They're still moving - I think they might be hiding to the abandoned warehouse on the edge of town; you know, the one near the waterfront." Red Hood said.

"I think that's where they are heading. Look." Huntress hits some keys on the supercomputer and the cameras in that area showed the factory. "See those boats? They're new, no one has been in that district and it's the only place to do a deal uninterrupted because the cops don't patrol that area anymore." Huntress explained.

"Then, we have our place. Let's move out." Red Hood said as he placed on his helmet and Huntress did the same - both masks locked into place and the two of them were out of there.

[Gotham Rooftops]

Red Hood soared through the open spaces of the backstreets of Gothan while the Shadow Huntress ran across the roofs with the speed and prowess of a wolf on the hunt. She leaped for a high roof and used her claws to climb to the top before running and jumping to the next one while Red Hood attached his rope to another point and began to swing.

The two of them landed on the roof at the same time - a vantage point that showed the trucks driving into the warehouse and the men that stood out to keep watch; not seeing the two hunters crouching on the roof, waiting and watching.

"What do we got?" Red Hood asked. Huntress placed her fingers on the control pad of her mask's visor to activate heat-vision mode - seeing the heat signatures in the building.

"There's about 25 of them - not counting the ones that are waiting outside." Huntress explained.

"What do you think we should do about it?" Red asked.

"We take out the guys outside, then we find the generator and cut the power; under the cover of darkness, we take them out - one by one." Huntress explained.

"What if they see us or hear the noise?" Red asked.

"Then we beat the hell out of them." Huntress said as the two of them rose to their feet and jumped down.

Everything was going good until Jason decided the throw someone through the window, everyone was high alert - it was ass-kicking time.

Red Hood and Shadow Huntress were knocking thugs down left and right, showing the combos that brother and sister made together. Huntress saw one of the thugs pointing his gun at Red Hood and jumped in the way, taking the bullet in the side but she still stood. She cracked her hand in the claw formation and the lightning came to life, causing her to pounce on the thugs, knocking them out through electrical waves while Red just beat the hell out of them.

When the last thug fell, Huntress grunted as she held the bleeding hole in her side, causing Red to run to her.

"Huntress, you alright?" He asked.

"I'll be fine. Let's get out of here and we can get it patched up." Huntress said as she rose to her feet and the 2 of them jumped through the window. They scaled the wall of the roof to stop and breathe for a moment while Jason removed the bullet that got stuck and clean the wound before wrapping it. They were waiting when Huntress's Robotic Wolf Ears shot up at the sound of footsteps - 4 pairs of them, she groaned.

"They're here." Huntress groaned and just when she said that 4 Figures landed on the roof in front of them.

The Dark Knight - Batman, a.k.a Bruce Wayne; Bellatrix's Father.

The Latest Robin - Damian Wayne; Bellatrix's Womb Mate.

Nightwing - Dick Grayson.

Batgirl - Barbara Gordon; the Police Commissioner's Daughter.

"What the hell do you 4 want?" Red Hood said as he rose to his feet.

"We received reports about gunfire in this region, we came to investigate." Batman said to Jason, but his eyes remained on Bellatrix, who just glared at him.

"There was a Firearms Deal going on and we put a stop to it before it could have even begun." Huntress said as she rose to her feet and stood beside Red Hood; Nightwing looked over the edge and whistled.

"They put a stop to it alright - everyone is laid out." He said.

"Laid out? You killed them?" Batgirl asked.

"We're not above killing but we try not to, per Huntress's request." Red Hood said as he gestured at his sister.

"You don't kill but you partner yourself with a killer? How backward you are, Bellatrix." Damian said.

"It is no business of yours, Wayne." Huntress growled.

"You're my sister, so it is my business, and you're a Wayne too; as well as an Al Ghul." Damian countered but Bellatrix scoffed.

"I've never been an Al Ghul, that's why you and your mother cast me aside; the only one who saw any worth in me in that family was my grandfather. Just like you wiped your hands of me back then, I wiped my hands of you - you're nothing to me but a stranger I happen to share my blood with." Huntress said.

"Bellatrix, that's enough." Bruce said.

"You have no say over me, Bat-Boy; I don't have to listen to you." She said.

"I am your father, you need to listen to me." Bruce said.

"I may have your blood but I damn sure don't have to listen to a damn thing you have to say because I don't live with you, nor do I work with you." Huntress said.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Bellatrix, you've been hanging around Jason for too long, it's making you reckless and dangerous. I think it's time you came to live with me, with us, with your family. There is a room waiting for you at Wayne Manor and we can talk about patrols and missions once you get settled in but you need to be with us now; Todd is a bad influence on you." Bruce said.

"You're joking." She said.

"No, Father is right - you've been living with this brute for too long. You're a Wayne and an Al Ghul, it's time you started acting like one." Damian said.

"Let me tell you something: I stopped being an Al Ghul when I left that hell you called home, and I never accepted to be a Wayne. Last time I checked, my last name is Todd and I want nothing to do with you...and of you." She glared at all of them. "Let's go, Bro. I'm done with this." Huntress began to walk away with Jason at her side.

Jason was her brother.

Jason was her family.

Bellatrix was a Todd and there was nothing anyone could do it change that.

[cloverque]

monochrome (miya atsumu)

黑白 (宮 侑)

your life is like the black and white panels in a manga, until a certain someone dyed his vivid colours into yours

5190 words

past highschool, present post timeskip, nostalgic themes(?), tiny enemies to lovers trope, theme revolves around unconfessed love until years later

a reuploded request from an anon-then-now-my-friend! <3 not edited

Monochrome. Your life was like the black and white pages in a manga; dull and neutral. There was nothing special about you, for the most part, you were ordinary.

At some point, almost every girl would like a colourful romance. One with blooming roses, scintillating sparkles and handsome young men. Topped off with promises of abiding love and vibrant days filled with never ending mirth.

However, you never pursued it, nor did it find you, and that was alright. Besides, what was the point of heart throbbing ardour if it were all to come to an inevitable end?

With a few clicks, your computer was turned off. You began clearing your desk, sorting out your folders and files when your colleague spun around in their chair.

“Hey, (l/n)-san. Did you hear?” The mousey woman enquired. A small smile was etched across her makeup coated face as she continued. “There’s going to be a dinner function! It’ll be held in the fancy hotel across the building.”

Your coworker across your table stood up to peer pass the desk divider. She chimed in with avidity, “I’m soooo going tonight! I heard the other divisions has a ton of hotties. No way in hell I’m gonna turn down a chance to meet ‘em!”

“Geez, you’re always thinking about men...” The lady beside you sighed, before returning her gaze back to you. “So, wanna go together?”

You shook your head, “Count me out. I already have plans tonight.” As you got up and shifted your handbag, you smiled apologetically. “Let me know if anything interesting happens, though.”

“Oh, okay... See you tomorrow,” she bid you farewell, albeit disappointedly. You nodded and bid the duo the same.

When your back was turned to them, the lady across the divider whispered to the one beside you. You knew what they were prattling about: that you were plain and boring. Wordlessly, you left the room, your heels clacking against the tiles as you made your way to the elevator.

As the double digits on the digital screen changed to singular ones, you closed your eyes.

Truthfully, it would be a lie to say that your life was completely monochrome. It was once colourful, after all, despite being for a short period.

Those days had involved a boy named Miya Atsumu, and he was the one who had brought colour into your high school days.

It all began in a manga shop.

You were in your second year of high school then, and would frequent a manga shop on the way home. It was sandwiched between a decently sized Lawson and an antique shop, on a quieter side of town.

The shop was abundant with not only manga, but also multifarious classics and second hand books. With its reserved location, not many knew of its existence, thus it went unnoticed by hordes of rambunctious manga fanatics.

It was perfect for you; your little safe place. However, you didn’t know that it was also frequented by a particular faux blonde.

You had wandered in with a specific title in mind, looking forward to getting your hands on it the whole day. Meanwhile, the boy’s brain was so preoccupied with volleyball and upcoming matches that he didn’t notice you, in an identical school uniform, lingering in the same section.

And like a sick cliche, your fingers bumped into his.

Withdrawing your hand, you snuck a side glance, only to see a broad chest in your line of sight. You slowly tilted your head to meet his steely gaze. Flinching, you practically whipped around when you realised the boy was towering over you.

“Um, sorry...” You mumbled out whilst backing away.

Atsumu’s brows were scrunched together as he took in your form. He half expected you to latch onto him with your eyes, but you were looking away, at anywhere but him.

Maybe once you got a good look at him, you’d react like all the oestrogen in his life. Squealing his name, asking for his number, all thirsty for his attention.

However, all you did was stand awkwardly, without uttering a single word. The oddity took him aback slightly. Thus, he decided to play with you a bit.

The teen perked his brows slightly before pointing at the manga’s spine. “Don’t cha want this?” He gestured, making you nod. A cruel smirk sneaked up to his handsome face.

You thought he was going to pass it to you. Instead, he slipped it out of the shelf and sauntered away. He slapped a few notes onto the cashier’s counter, making the store owner jump at his boldness. The boy with the undercut swiftly shuffled towards the entrance, his book bag slung over his back with the manga dangling from his long fingers.

Gawking, you watched as the automatic sliding doors opened for him. You wanted to call him back, to demand him to return it to you. But you knew it was impossible. The manga wasn’t yours, after all.

The blonde cocked his back to catch a glimpse of you. Noticing your conflicted expression, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He stuck out his tongue at you, cackling as your eyes widened and your face flushed. Then he left as soon as he came.

Your entire body trembled with embarrassment and humiliation. What just happened...!?

To make your day worst, you later learnt that the manga was the last one in stock. The rest of your day was spent stabbing your food and antagonising your pillow.

The next day, you found him again in the manga shop, but with grey hair. You almost dropped your book bag as you stomped towards him, fuming and ready to pounce on him.

The ash grey haired teen glanced at you with a deadpanned expression as you stopped beside him, shaking with infuriation.

“How could you do that to me yesterday!? You took the last one! The! Last! One!” Your nostrils flared as you exhaled. “Now I have no wait an entire week– And why’s your hair grey now–!?”

Despite your confrontation, the boy remained unfazed as he cocked a dark brow. It took him a few seconds to realise. He glanced up at the ceiling then back at you.

“Sorry, I think you’re mistaken,” he began politely, maintaining a neutral expression. “But the person you’re talking about is probably my obnoxious twin.”

This encounter had ended with a deep bow and a deluge of apologies. Nodding, the more reserved twin gave you a cold ‘ok’ before ambling away.

Since then, you realised that there were two twins in your school: the Miya brothers. The asshole was Atsumu, and the quieter one was Osamu. Or at least, they had seemed that way to you, on account of your personal experiences.

You wondered how you had never noticed them until now, especially when they stood out during assemblies due to their dyed hair. Not to mention their questionable popularity with the girls.

Maybe Osamu was reasonable, but who in the right mind would fall for someone like that blonde jackass Atsumu!?

On one occasion, you were shuffling past the gymnasium for a nurse’s errand when you saw a glimpse of the volleyball club. Bright blonde hair swished past the doors, and you remembered your meeting with the haughty male.

“Nice kill!” A deep voice hollered, followed by the high pitched squeaks of shoes against polished floor. You peeked past the doors, eyes shining with curiosity, when the twins you had met suddenly jumped into the air.

Your eyes were set on Atsumu as he deftly set a volleyball for his brother, who spiked the ball without delay. Sweat glimmered down the faux blonde’s forehead, tracing his jawline before dripping onto the floor. The slap he gave Osamu’s hand reverberated in the gym as they shared matching grins.

Seeing them together really highlighted the fact that they were carbon copies of each other. Your train of thoughts were derailed when a member with dark hair and narrowed eyes pointed in your direction.

Atsumu glanced at you, his smile turned upside down whilst you jolted up. With confident strides, he was in your face in an instant. He gave you a once over before grimacing.

“Get lost.”

Then he slammed the door shut in your face. As you stood frozen in place, unable to register what had happened, Osamu pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“‘Tsumu, that’s no way to treat a lady.”

His golden haired twin simply snorted in response.

Your next encounter with Atsumu took place at the manga shop again. A fight had broken out between the two of you, both unwilling to relent. Gripping the limited edition copy tightly in your hand, you refused to budge.

There were extras, but you had arrived first before the haughty boy and both of you had touched the same copy. Consequently, warring with each other.

Both of you shared exasperated expressions, tugging and pulling desperately for the manga. Neither wanted to throw in the towel. Atsumu was much stronger than you, clearly, his biceps flexing as he clenched his teeth and tried to pry the book from you.

Meanwhile, your two feet were planted firmly in the ground, all your strength poured into rooting yourself into the tiles or risk falling backwards if he were to let go.

However, he would not in a long time.

“Let go, you brat!” He chided, grunting with exasperation. Tugging it back harshly, you almost stumbled.

Growling animalistically, you retorted, “Never!” Then you lunged forward to bite his hand.

The blonde released the manga with a yelp, shoving your face off his hand brutishly. You stumbled back in response, tripping and landing on your bum. A string of saliva dribbled down your lips as you stared up at him, grinning victoriously.

Atsumu glowered, holding his bitten fist with his other hand. A row of teeth had punctured his skin, and you realised there was a little blood. “What the hell is wrong with you!?”

As you stood up and brushed your school skirt, you adjusted your book bag and gripped the manga to your chest. Trembling with anger, you were giddy with pride and sheepishness.

“You slammed a door in my face, asshole!”

Then you rushed past him to pay for your purchase. Atsumu turned to watch you leave, your loafers tapping against the floor softly as you ran off. But when you hopped out of the outlet, you gave him a side glance and stuck out your tongue.

Atsumu recognised the gesture; he pointed a middle finger in return.

Days and weeks went by like that, with Atsumu and you contending against each other to buy the weekly Jump, the first copies of mangas or limited edition prints. It was childish, for two seventeen year olds to tousle with each other.

Atsumu would ruthlessly tug on your hair, screaming bloody murder of your existence and stubbornness. Meanwhile, you resorted to calling him all sorts of colourful words, which would result in the shop owner throwing the two of you out. There was even a time when you both were banned from stepping in until you made up.

It happened eventually, and the two of you would at least communicate with less insults and more civilly. Your peace treaty with him didn’t mean letting him snag first copies of new arrivals, though. But Atsumu and you settled it through more human means, instead of ripping out each other’s hair.

There was one moment in which Atsumu had made your heart beat a little faster, too. It had happened like this: you were found beside the school’s vending machine, crying because you had dropped your shoujo manga in a muddy puddle. It would never have happened if it weren’t for a group of girls that bumped into you on purpose.

Your emotional breakdown ended when Atsumu found you in that pitiful state, squatting by a murky ditch with a floating black and white book. He had stumbled upon you by coincidence, as he was buying a Pocari Sweat.

He recognised your (h/c) locks and your figure even from afar, and when he realised you were crying, he was stumped. Sure, you would cry when he tugged at your hair during fights, but for him to see your tear stained face outside arguments felt weird.

Atsumu remained silent, standing near you as you sniffled. You knew he was standing behind you, you could tell him from the hairdo in the shadow looming over you.

Instead of asking what had happened, his eyes scanned the scene and realised that a limited edition manga was floating in the dark brown puddle. Probably yours, he had thought. He connected the dots instantly. Atsumu may be childish at times, but he wasn’t an imbecile.

The blonde setter knew how much you loved your manga, how brightly you would beam whenever you got your hands on them. For you to ruin it must have felt like a heartbreak, or worse.

“Was that the one we bought two days ago?” He mumbled, and you nodded meekly.

With a soft sigh, he approached the vending machine. After slotting his coins in and pressing a button, a drink dropped to the bottom. He bent down to scoop it out, mumbling as he did so.

“You can borrow mine, if ya want.”

At that moment, your mind went blank. This immature boy was going to lend you his? It wouldn’t be such a big deal if this was anyone else, but this was Miya Atsumu you were talking about.

An insolent big shot who refused to let you win. Someone whose mental age degraded when he fumbled with words to support why he deserved to get the first copy. A selfish guy who never wanted to share.

You glanced up at the teen silently, tears still streaming down your face. He flinched as you croaked, “Miya-kun... Are you sick or something?”

“...Never mind. I think I’ll retract my offer!” He huffed, spinning on his heels as he shuffled away.

Scrambling to your feet, you blurted out, “W-Wait! I was joking, I swear!”

You chased after him, and although he couldn’t hear it, you wished Atsumu wouldn’t be able to hear your heart pounding in your chest.

Inevitably, the blonde twin and you grew closer. Sometimes, you would walk with him to school, though it was more like you were third wheeling with him and his brother. The two of them would converse about volleyball, homework, and even little things like bentos and nonsensical topics.

You grew used to their frivolous antics, and Osamu eventually opened up to you as well. The two of them even let you call them by their first names, especially since referring to both of them as ‘Miya’ was confusing.

Atsumu only learnt of your name when you both exchanged it, and when you told him he could call you by your first name, he chaffed you for the overfamiliarity.

There were days when the blonde and you would visit the manga store together. And in time to come, the teenager grew fond of your ebullient nature towards comics. He would poke fun of you for reading ‘unfeminine’ genres, such as horror and sci-fi. Whenever he found you peeking at boy love books, you never heard the end of it.

At the same time, you began to appreciate him, despite his snide remarks and snarky attitude. There were times when his jokes crossed the line you, making you pout and sometimes cry, but he would apologise through his actions, like gifting you the new arrival of your favourite manga.

It was almost impossible to get him to apologise, due to his pride, but he always made up with you in his own way. And for that, you were grateful.

As months passed and you both became close friends, Atsumu began hanging out with you during school hours. On one occasion, the both of you hid in the rooftop to eat lunch. Osamu wasn’t present due to a cold, so it was just the two of you.

Picking up an octopus shaped wiener, you gave it a half hearted glance before popping it into your mouth. Atsumu was rambling about morning practice, blathering on how pissed he was that his brother wasn’t around to spike his perfect sets.

Suddenly, without thinking, you interrupted. “You know, you’re not a bad guy, Atsumu.”

Your eyes were fixated on his when you blurted out. His cheeks were stuffed with rice as he turned to you, surprised. With a perked brow, he gawked at you like you had grown a second head.

“Wait, are you falling for me already, (y/n)?” His deep, buttery voice was muffled by the contents in his mouth.

You grinned and waggled your brows. “No way, your personality is like sewage water.”

With a giggle, you leaned in to take away the small grain lingering by his lips. Your soft knuckles brushed against the corners of his lips and he swore he had stopped breathing.

Atsumu’s cheeks were dusted pink at your kind yet intimate gesture. Nobody had done that to him before, and he was unsure of what to feel.

Taking notice of his sudden silence, you raised your brows. “Atsumu, are you okay?”

“Haaaah–?! What are you talking about, I’m perfectly fine!” He scrunched his brows together, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Then he turned away, his back facing you as he scarfed down the remains of his lunch.

You tilted your head, unsure of what had happened, but resumed eating too. Truthfully, he was a little abashed. Ever since then, his heart would beat a little faster for you too.

Atsumu’s presence in your previously dull life meant new found colours. Days went by in a blur, with jokes, nonsense and memorable memories. He had snuck into your life when you least expected it, and so did you in his.

You began watching the volleyball team‘s matches. Sitting in the back row, you would cheer for Atsumu in your own special way: inwardly.

You didn’t understand much about the game, but you knew that your blonde friend loved it more than anything else, even his manga. So it must have meant something strongly to him, and as a friend, you had to support him.

The game was moving quickly, a bit too quickly for your taste. You didn’t comprehend what was happening, but at least Inarizaki was winning. The intimidating black screen beside the court flashed with a new digit, eliciting an eruption of cheers from the cheer squad.

“Isn’t he cute? He’s kinda dreamy,” a girl in front of you sighed to her friend, and you perked up instantly. Unconsciously, you began eavesdropping. “I wonder if Atsumu-kun has a girlfriend...”

“Are you kidding? Men that hot are either gay or taken!” Her peer bubbled with conceited giggles.

You wrinkled your nose at the insensitive response, but you mulled over her words. You had never seen Atsumu with a girl before. However, there were instances when you stumbled upon him during a confession. You would hide in a bush or behind a wall, listening curiously as the girl rambled on about how much she loved or admired him.

Without fail, his words would be laced with distaste while turning them down. Usually with harsh responses like ‘you don’t even know me’ or ‘I betcha say that to every guy’. He would even go as far as ripping a love letter to shreds.

They were total knock outs to the girls’ feelings. And as they ran away in tears, you couldn’t help but feel devastated for them. Atsumu sure was a prick at times.

“Him? Having a girlfriend? Never in a million years,” you mumbled under your breath.

Strangely, your chest had tightened a little with the thought.

The game finished shortly and the volleyball team gathered together to thank the watching spectators. Atsumu’s eyes bore holes into the black banner hung over the wall when suddenly, he glanced in your direction.

You flinched under his discerning gaze, stiffening nervously. He didn’t know that you were here until now.

His eyes narrowed a bit before a smirk settled on his sweat stained face. Your face burned, a little too hotly for your liking, and you looked down at your shoes to hide it. Why was he staring at you like that?

The girls in front of your row squealed that he was looking in their direction, but when they called out to him, he looked away. His cold attitude almost made you snigger.

Now that the match was over, you decided it was time to head home. You were ready to descend a flight of stairs when a familiar voice called your name. Spinning around, you came face to face with the handsome blonde, who was wearing a shit-eating grin.

“Didn’t know you came,” he breathed, arms akimbo as you cocked your head.

“Yeah, I wanted to cheer for Osamu.” You gave him a cheeky, lidded eye smile. An irk mark formed on his temple as he chopped your head with his hand.

The two of you went off after that: you teasing him on his missed serve and how his brother had to pick up his slack. Atsumu bared his fangs and fired empty threats and curses, all the while you pulled your bottom eyelid and blew a raspberry mockingly.

A dark haired teen in a jersey with the number ten stood idly by his teammates. Leaning on a railing, he hummed. “Who’s that, Osamu?”

The mentioned twin watched his brother and you with a softened expression. As the two of you fought like cats and dogs, he chuckled. “Someone who can stand Atsumu more than me.”

“Huh... If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they’re in love.”

The Inarizaki volleyball club watched as Atsumu pinched your cheeks and spread them ruthlessly, earning a high pitched whine from you. You resorted to clawing his face and Osamu had to put an end to both of your antics–

The voice on the intercom derailed your train of thought. Getting up, you stumbled out of the train in a daze.

You had unwittingly gone down memory lane, a bit too much. As your heels tapped against the concrete sidewalk, you glanced up at the dark sky twinkling with a streak of stars. Clouds rolled by leisurely, and waning luna peeked from her wispy blanket.

The rest of your high school had gone by in a blur, most of it involving Miya Atsumu. There was one time when you went to an anime and manga convention with him.

You smiled fondly at the distant memory: Atsumu was teary eyed as he shook hands with his favourite mangaka, who was a hunched over man. Out of respect for him, he knelt down, to be the same height, and took a photo with him in that state. You had never imagined a day would come when he would kowtow to someone.

Taking out your phone, you searched up for his social media and tapped on his Twitter account. There were posts after posts of his activity in the MSBY Black Jackals.

A silly selfie with a dog filter made you titter aloud. The comment section was overwhelmed with questions of his next match, his day, relationship status and the like.

Atsumu was an even bigger shot now. He also moved nearer to his volleyball team’s hometown, just to be able to practice longer hours there. He had left his hometown a while ago, and the both of you hadn’t contacted each other for years.

You once had his phone number, until a sneaky crow took off with your old mobile phone. No clue as to why that had happened.

Sighing at the thought, you stepped foot into your destination: a manga shop. The same one you had first met him. It never really changed; faded beige walls and oak wood shelves with blanched posters. Walking back in here only reminded you of how colourful your life had once been.

“Welcome back, (l/n)-san!” greeted the young boy behind the counter. He was the grandson of the shop owner, whose knees had deteriorated over the years.

You glanced in his direction. “How’s business been, kid?” He gave you an ‘ok’ sign and your expression softened. “Hope it’s okay if I take a bit. I finally found some time to shop.”

“Store’s closing in ten. Don’t take too long!” He waved back earnestly and you nodded.

Making your way past the familiar shelves, the clacking of your heels resounded in the almost empty store. Your hair bounced behind you as you tread past the sports manga section, past a tall, blonde.

You had failed to notice the old friend behind the mask. The blonde man glanced up the moment you passed, and his eyes widened in shock.

Without hesitation, you picked up the latest issue of Jump. It had been a while since you read manga, as everyday was swamped with work. Flipping through the black and white pages, your mind drifted to the reality in the panels.

You were oblivious to the male strutting towards you. As he approached, he took in your more adultly figure and attire. You were dressed in a white button up which clung to your chest, and a black pencil skirt that hugged your waist and hips.

You looked ravishing, to say the least, and Atsumu had to swallow the lump in his throat. There was no mistake, the beautiful woman in front of him was you.

He stopped behind you, hands jammed into his jean pockets before pulling down the white mask. The man with a dark cap atop his fluffy blonde locks peered past your smaller form to take in the manga in your hands. With a soft hum, he spoke up.

“Something’s never change, huh?”

You jolted up in surprise and whipped around, only to come face to face with an intimidatingly tall man. He was almost 190cm, perhaps, and was built with muscles that even his clothes couldn’t hide. His broad chest was in your face, and you had to tilt your head back to meet him in the eye.

With a lopsided grin, the man took off his cap. His tousled blonde locks sprang out of their cage, and your eyes widened in recognition while he smirked, “Sup, (y/n). How are ya?”

“Atsumu?!” You gasped, the Jump going slack in your hands as you dropped it. It flopped onto a pile of similar copies whilst said blonde placed a finger over his lips.

“Shh, I’m here on my day off!” He teasingly hushed, and you instantly clamped a hand over your mouth to silence your confused screaming.

Was this for real? How could the boy, who had painted your monochrome life full of colour, be standing right in front of you? Right now and right here?

Your eyes flitted from the pooling chocolate brown in his eyes to his larger stature. Raking his figure with your wide eyes, you came to a conclusion: Atsumu had changed.

You knew that he was more built from his self-centred topless selfies, but seeing him upclose was a whole different experience. He has grown taller too, though he had always loomed over you either way, but it was still a little frightening how much he could grow even after puberty. Meanwhile, his undercut was relatively the same, except his bangs were not pushed back, unlike before when they were swept to the right.

The only thing that had remained unchanged was the playful glint in his orbs and the smug smile tugging on his lips.

“I...Is it really you, ‘Tsumu?” You murmured, albeit teary eyes as you removed your hand from your mouth.

Running his fingers through his golden mane, he chuckled, “Do ya know anyone with these good looks?”

Your eyes narrowed playfully and you pinched his cheeks. Huffing, you told him off, “Stop trying to be so suave, weirdo!”

“Geh– But seriously, I thought you died or something! Ya never responded to my texts,” He spluttered out as you pulled his cheeks harder, and he managed to add, “But lucky me, you’re still kickin’!”

“Wait, you what?” Your lashes fluttered in confusion. You hadn’t gotten a word he had said since the beginning.

“I tried contacting you once in a while, but you never replied.” He blinked, and you looked down at the ground, suddenly embarrassed.

“Ah... My phone was stolen by a crow. And I lost your number...”

“Wait, for real? That sounds like something straight outta a manga!” He chortled as a sheepish smile snuck on your flushed face.

When Atsumu had calmed down, he placed his hands over yours, detaching them from his cheeks. Holding your hands gently, he wore a mask of calm. You were a bit confused by his sudden, gentle gesture. You gave him a questioning look, although your heart was starting to pound uncontrollably behind your ribs.

Squeezing your hand lightly, he began quietly. “(y/n), I know it’s been a long time and all... But I never forgot the times we had together. And, well, I know it’s kinda late, but I liked you.”

A blush crept up on both of your faces as he continued clumsily. “I kinda still do, so, well... If you’d like, we should–“

“Shop’s closing!” Atsumu and you jumped up in surprise. The boy was standing at the end of the section, a look of genuine surprise on his baby face. Glowering, the blonde barked fiercely.

“You ruined it, ya moron!”

The teen flinched before scuttling away. You burst into giggles as the upset athlete scowled. Whipping his head back to you, he scrunched his brows together, exasperated.

“What’s so funny?” He enquired, still wearing a frown.

Breathing shakily, you wiped away a tear in your eye. “You never really changed, Atsumu!” With a lidded eye smile, you grinned at him innocently, heart swelling with nostalgia.

His glare softened at your expression. Shooting a quick glance at the returned boy, who was peeking from the shelves anxiously, he clicked his tongue.

“Let’s ditch this place,” he grunted, taking your hand in his again as he dragged you out of the shop. You stumbled but eventually matched his pace.

With an apologetic glance at the young boy standing in the shop, you turned back to Atsumu. “Still as mean and pushy as always, aren’t cha?”

The faux blonde gave you a side glance, still pulling you along. Eye rolling, he slapped back on his cap and looked ahead, “Shut up.”

Neither Atsumu nor you couldn’t deny that both of your hearts were pounding. The two of you ended up taking a long stroll in your hometown, catching up on the pass few years and more. The night also had ended on a high note.

Once again, Miya Atsumu’s vibrant colours had seeped back into the monochrome panels of your life. Perhaps, this time, a romance would bloom between the two of you.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　fin.

[fanficshiddles]

Obsession, Chapter 14

After having a few hours nap, which Robyn didn’t get that much rest from because she was in the arms of a serial killer after all, Tom put tape over her mouth once more because he had to go out for a few hours. He had to restrain her free hand too, so she wouldn’t remove the gag herself.

While he was away, Robyn managed to get a better sleep for a while, even though she was slightly more uncomfortable due to both hands being cuffed to the ring above the bed. She had cried herself to sleep, but when she woke, she felt slightly more rested. But her stomach was growling, she was hungry again. She knew she was completely reliant on Tom at the moment for food, and she knew that he was loving it.

She kept her mind occupied by looking at shapes on the patterned roof. As if she kept thinking about her situation, she knew she would go absolutely crazy.

Robyn jumped when she heard the front door opening from downstairs. Her blood ran cold, she knew that was Tom back. Part of had hoped he would just leave her there to rot. It would be a painful and slow death but at least it would be better than constantly being harassed by him and possibly tortured in an even worse way.

Tom entered the bedroom with a big smile on his face when he saw Robyn on the bed, waiting for him.

‘Hello, kitten.’ He went over to her and kissed the top of her head, she tried avoiding him but couldn’t get very far. ‘I got you a few presents.’

He revealed a bunch of roses for her, then proceeded to put them into a vase that was lying in the corner of the room. He put the vase on her bedside table. Then he pulled something out of the carrier bag he had with him.

Her eyes widened when she saw it was a small tub of ice cream from her favourite shop. It was her favourite flavour, strawberry. It also made her realise just how much he had actually been stalking her that he knew it was her favourite. Since she didn’t go there very often, saving it as a special treat.

‘I thought you’d like this little treat.’ He said, pleased with himself when he sat down next to her and pulled the tape off her mouth, she whimpered a little from the pain. ‘Sorry, pet. You can’t be trusted to keep quiet when I’m out. But we won’t need to worry about that at all when I get you home, it’s completely soundproof.’ He said like it was a completely normal and good thing.

She tried to ignore the sinking feeling of hopelessness within her.

Tom pulled the ice cream lid off and grabbed the little wooden spoon that came with it. He scooped some up and fed her. She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes and argue with him, she didn’t want to risk not getting the tasty treat!

Robyn didn’t fail to notice that Tom’s bulge was becoming more prominent while he fed her. Clearly some perverted fantasy to have her like a doll that he needed to look after in every way. But she couldn’t deny how good the ice cream was, a little pleasure in this hell hole, something that she was going to hold onto.

When she finished, she knew she was going to have to ask him the dreaded question.

‘I… I need the toilet.’ She said quietly.

‘For what reason?’ Tom asked casually.

‘That is the most dumbass question I’ve ever heard! I need to piss! Why else?’ She snapped at him.

Tom raised his eyebrow at her in disapproval. He leaned over and gripped her face, his fingers dug into her cheeks. ‘I’ve already warned you, watch your tongue.’ He growled in warning.

He unlocked her handcuff that was attached to the ring, but he left it hanging from her wrist. He gripped her upper arm and hauled her off the bed, then marched her through to the bathroom.

‘You have exactly twenty seconds.’ He shoved her in and shut the door, but he was waiting directly outside.

She wished she had said she needed a shit, then she thought he might’ve given her longer if that’s why he asked. As she sat down on the toilet to do her business, she looked around the bathroom and took note of the window and any items in there that might be of use to her. But it had been stripped bare, all she could see was his shampoo and body wash in the shower. There was a small cabinet above the sink but she knew she wouldn’t have time to look in there.

Just as she bent forward to wipe herself, the door burst open and Tom was stood there with his arms folded over his chest, looking at her intently.

‘Fuck sake! I’m just coming!’ She screeched at him.

Tom narrowed his eyes at her. She was certainly getting feisty now.

‘I said thirty seconds, if you’re not done by the end of it, it’s not my fault I need to keep an eye on you.’ He drawled as she quickly finished and flushed.

‘Am I allowed to wash my hands?’ She motioned to the sink.

‘Of course. It would be disgusting if you didn’t.’ Tom smirked.

She turned her back on him to the sink, gritting her teeth as she washed her hands. She looked at the cabinet, it was a mirror too and she could see his smug ass face watching her every move.

‘What about my teeth? Can I brush my teeth? And my hair, I need my hairbrush!’ She turned back around and he tossed her the towel that was by the door on the radiator.

‘I will be fetching some of your essentials later. In the meantime, you don’t need anything else.’ He said firmly and nodded his head back towards the bedroom.

‘Please don’t restrain me again.’ She whined as he slipped his hand up to the back of her neck and guided her into the bedroom. ‘I’ll be good, I just want to walk around the room. Please?’ She pleaded.

‘No.’ He said firmly and forced her onto the bed so he could re-attach the other cuff to the wall and put the other one on her other hand too. ‘I have more work to be done. When I return, if you’ve been good, I will allow you to come downstairs with me for something to eat.’

She knew she was supposed to be grateful for that, but it was difficult to be in this kind of situation. The tape was reapplied to her mouth, much to her annoyance.

‘I won’t be long, kitten.’ He kissed her forehead gently, as if a husband just saying goodbye to his wife before going to work.

He pulled on his leather gloves and put on his jacket, before grabbing his bag and winking at her as he headed out the room. She listened carefully for the sound of the front door closing before she relaxed a little in knowing he wasn’t in the same house.

-

Tom was in the house of his next victim. She lived alone, worked from home too. But she had nipped out to the shop, stupidly leaving her back door unlocked. It allowed Tom to slip in so easily.

She had something that he wanted for his girl.

Waiting patiently for her return, he waited until she walked into the kitchen when he pounced from behind the door and grabbed her. He easily got her down to the ground and pinned underneath him as he straddled over her chest, her arms stuck down at her sides. He squeezed his legs tightly against her, keeping her still.

Smirking, he forced her mouth wide open by squeezing her cheeks really hard and he quickly grabbed hold of her tongue with a set of pliers he had with him. Tongues were too slippery for fingers to grab easily. Pulling it out as far as he could, he sliced it off with his large knife. She couldn’t talk or scream in the same way now, but she still made her excruciating pain known by the noises that did come out of her.

He moved enough so he could get hold of her hand, he pulled it up with a firm grip and studied her fingers. She had roughly the same size fingers as Robyn. It was the beautiful sapphire ring she was wearing that had captured his attention.

‘Yes, this will look lovely on my darling.’ He said as he then proceeded to cut her index finger off.

The woman thrashed violently under him, in so much pain. But Tom just chuckled at her attempts as he slid the ring off of the severed finger and pocketed it. He put her finger down next to her tongue and then wrapped his hand around her neck firmly.

‘Thank you for this delightful ring.’ He grinned wickedly as he started to squeeze the life out of her.

-

Robyn was sound asleep when Tom returned. But he was horny as hell after killing, so he wasn’t about to wait for her to wake up.

Shrugging off his jacket and removing his gloves quickly, he climbed on the bed over the top of her and started removing her top. He should’ve done it earlier, he thought. But he had fun tearing it off her.

Robyn woke up and cried out through the tape, she tried kicking him off but he ignored her feeble attempts. With her top torn off, he removed her bra the best he could with her hands restrained. As long as he had access to her breasts, he didn’t care.

He squeezed them roughly, then rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. They were starting to harden under his rough touch. Her eyes widened when she saw some blood staining his white shirt, she felt like she was going to be sick as she knew exactly what he had been doing.

But there was nothing she could do to stop him in his horny rage.

Tom moved between her legs, forcing them apart. He quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and removed his hard, straining cock. He rubbed himself against her inner thigh, staining her skin with his pre-cum.

He tried his best to prepare her a bit first, by seeking out her clit and gently rubbing it a few times. But he was SO desperate to get inside her, in a blind frenzy he just couldn’t hold back any longer. So he lined up with her and pushed right in, firmly, and at a steady pace until he was balls deep within her.

‘Ohhhh YES!’ He moaned loudly as he laid himself fully on top of her, almost crushing her with the size of him in comparison.

He slipped a hand underneath her bum and angled her up more, so he could start rocking into her at a better angle. She was so tight, not ready for him. But as he started fucking her, deep and hard, his pubic hair brushing against her clit that was forced rudely out from hiding because of his imposing size, she started to whimper behind the tape as he forced pleasure out of her.

She closed her eyes tightly and tried to imagine she was somewhere else until it was over. But Tom didn’t allow that. He grabbed her face harshly with his large hand.

‘Look at me, kitten!’ He snarled.

Her eyes flew open and she was forced to look at him while he fucked her. His cock forcing her open, keeping her open around him. But he could tell she was starting to enjoy it, the way her walls fluttered around him. She was growing wetter, just as he wanted.

‘That’s it, that’s my good girl. Your cunt knows who she belongs to.’ He growled, snapping into her roughly, making her body jolt.

He started fucking her so hard the entire bed started moving, the headboard banging against the wall. But that kind of noise he didn’t care about, neighbours wouldn’t fuss with that.

Robyn started crying, but her tears made him even more ravenous. His thrusts started to falter, he was just ramming into her now with one goal, his own orgasm. But she was horrified when she actually had an orgasm of her own, clenching hard on his cock unwillingly.

‘Oooohhhh, darling.’ He grunted and removed his hand from her face, sliding it down to wrap around her neck tightly. He saw the panic in her eyes, and that was all he needed to send him over the edge.

Panting hard, he pressed his forehead against hers as he eased up with the hold on her neck. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe properly. Tom noticed and tore the tape off her mouth, she took a huge breath in as if she had been under water for ages. Her breathing was shaky though as she cried.

Tom rolled off and lay beside her, a big grin on his face. It was so nice having his actual fantasy to come home to. Instead of just getting a quick fuck from some whore on the streets, or using his hand after a kill.

He reached over and lazily grabbed her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple, keeping her whimpering as her entire body shook.

‘I have something for you, kitten.’ He said lazily as he leaned up more on his side, stopping his assault on her breast.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring.

Robyn just stared at it, as if it was going to eat her alive. He smiled and grabbed her hand, then slid the ring onto her ring finger. He beamed happily as it slid on snugly.

‘Well would you look at that. A perfect fit.’ He brought her hand up to his lips and he kissed her knuckles softly. ‘For the perfect girl.’

[captainjimothycarter]

Trope meme for Steggy 48. Fake dating and 60. Poorly timed confession

This is...whatever my brain came up with.

“Are you alone?”

Steve looked up from where he was sketching in the notebook, running a hand through his hair. He knew her - the bright-eyed woman above him. She looked stunning with her hair perfectly pinned to mimic Victorian Curls and bright red lips. Her hazel eyes looked to be searching his, almost frantic and nervous. He could see how she struggled not to look behind her.

He did for her, seeing a bunch of frat boys from their classes clambering around the front entrance to the diner. A nasty feeling in his gut told him they were also around back.

She spoke without moving her lips too much, holding onto her jacket like she might take a seat and Steve could easily put the two and two together. They thought she was meeting him here and on the off chance she wasn’t, they were going to pounce.

They were waiting for her to exit and while Peggy was amazing in the classroom with her snappy comebacks and sass and putting the sexist pigs in their place, there was no way she could fight off the five, if not more, boys waiting for her.

And he knew she could throw a punch after watching her sock Hodge, the leader of this group, in the face after a nasty comment and accidentally caught an elbow in his gut when he was behind her in the library.

She was still waiting for an answer, her face carefully poised.

“I-no, I mean…” He flinched at his own words and Peggy gave a small laugh. “I mean, yes I am. I’m here alone. Here.”

He helped her sit down, feeling how shaken she was under his fingertips and waving to the waitress. Angie instantly came by, putting down a few drinks and a basket of fries and winking at Steve as she left.

“I-didn’t, I wouldn’t ever order for you, I mean…” Peggy’s brow rose and Steve swallowed slightly. “I just...she just did that.”

Peggy laughed again, sounding more relieved this time as she picked up a fry and bit into it. “Angie is just like that. Always insisting she’s miss matchmaker. You’re Steve, right? From my history and French class?”

“Yeah, and just about any other time I’m in the library. Are you alright? What the hell are those guys doing outside?”

They were still waiting, passing a bottle back and forth, still glaring at the window. He got an icky, nasty feeling as he looked out at them.

“Being douchebags,” she huffed. “Hodge, it seems doesn’t like that I scored higher than him in our last test in History nor does he like it that I socked him in the face after that nasty comment about my brother. I’m surprised I didn’t get expelled for that one.”

She seemed to eye the way Steve’s ears turned a shade of pink but didn’t say anything as he picked up a fry and twirled it around his fingers.

“I’ve been hearing them talk all week about it. He’s in my biology class too, unfortunately. Dumb as a sack of rocks, that one. He has some pretty transphobic views too.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Unsurprisingly. I wonder how the hell he even got into the university in the first place.”

“Oh, his dad donates a hell of a lot to the college and bribed the board members.” Realizing how sure of himself he sounded, Steve cleared his throat. “Or so I’ve heard. So, Hodge is pissed about that so he decided to what? Track you down?”

“So to speak, yes. He wanted to show me a lesson. In what a sexist asshole he is, then that’s already done. I ran to the first public place I saw and saw you sitting here, I hope that’s okay. I’m not ruining anything am I?”

She sounded generally concerned and Steve had to force himself to put down his drink to meet her eyes. Under his yellow light, he could make out the hints of gold reflecting in them. “No, no. I was just wasting time. I didn’t feel like being by myself in the dorm while Sam and Bucky are on their date. Plus, Angie is good company. Sometimes.”

“I heard that!”

Steve and Peggy both laughed at the shout from the kitchen.

--

It was close to two in the morning by the time the pair had decided to leave. Steve hadn’t even noticed how their hands were joined together, having reached for the same salt shaker. They’d never pulled them apart.

They had talked about everything from classes, to how Professor Coulson was heard to be the worst and best teacher, their families, even if Steve was reluctant on his.

And the guys still waited, growing increasingly impatient and nasty in their looks.

It didn’t surprise Steve when the door kicked open and a very drunk Hodge stood there. Peggy stood up instantly, half shoving Steve behind her.

“Carte-r-r-r-” He stumbled a few steps and stood face-to-face with her and Steve had to give Peggy props, she didn’t even flinch as he burped. “I got a b-bone to pick with you!”

The second he went to touch her, Steve jumped to his feet and shoved Hodge back, sending him tumbling back. Somehow the broad bastard kept his balance.

“You lil’ scrimp!” The man was yelling now, charging after Steve until he sidestepped the idiot and it sent him hitting the table head-first.

Steve snorted.

“What? You two datin’ now?” He glared between Peggy and Steve like they were nothing but dog shit under his boot. “Always knew you liked wimpy guys, that why you never went out with me, Carter?”

Peggy huffed. “I never went out with you, Hodge because you’re an arrogant, sexist pig who can’t count down from ten without being confused. Or answer a basic question. How you tie your shoes together, I’m unsure. And for your information yes we are.”

She pulled Steve in by his shoulders, laying a swift kiss on his temple.

“You ain’t gonna get high grades that way, Carter! Suckin’ the dick of the dean of the college’s kid!”

“You’re the dean’s kid?” Peggy had spun around to look at Steve, ignoring Hodge when he stumbled back to them.

Steve could feel his face heating up and nod. “Yeah, uh, Chester Phillips is my step-dad and he hates this son of a bitch here.”

“Only bitch I see is you!” Hodge went to snarl at Steve, any advancements he made were blocked off by Peggy’s fist to his throat. It dropped him down fast.

The guy was wheezing and Steve couldn’t even feel bad, even as flashing blue lights indicated Angie must’ve called the police. “Next time,” Angie told them as she handed Peggy a stun gun. “Use this on the bastard. He runs his mouth too much.”

--

Steve was exhausted. It was near four in the morning by the time they’d got back on campus. Hodge had been promptly for a combination of things, including assault and underage drinking, not to mention most of his crew taken with him.

They’d stayed late to help clean up the mess and give their statements, but still, Peggy hadn’t said a word about Dean Phillips being his step-dad. Even as they were walking up to her dorm.

“So,” Steve sighed as they stopped outside of her room. “I guess you don’t want to see me anymore?”

Even with the bags under her eyes, she looked beautiful, if not confused. “And why wouldn’t I, Steve? Because your step-dad is the dean of the college? Or because I told Hodge we were dating?”

His shoulders shrugged. “Both, I guess. I just…” He made a noise in the back of his throat.

“What you did tonight, standing up for me, to an idiot like Hodge was very brave and I thank you.” She smiled as she bends down to barely brush her lips over his. “As for who your step-dad is… I don’t care. I know you got in on your marks, on your smarts, as did I. Even if we were to date, it would be because I like you, not for Phillips.”

The kiss had all but frazzled his brain, catching odd ends of her sentence. “Wait - like me…? You-you, like me?”

Peggy couldn’t help the small laugh. “I have since our first group assignment together.”

Right. That was…news to him, but it made sense with the knowledge that Peggy always seemed ready to ask him something before changing the topic.

“I...I uh...would you want to...go out sometime then? A proper date.”

“Only after this gal has had some sleep. Thank you for everything, Steve. Shall we say...noon tomorrow?”

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Weaknesses

I watched Avatar: The Last Airbender and my hand slipped oops, I promise I have more spidey stuff coming soon!

Zuko is captured while pursuing the avatar gang. They want to know what he knows about the Fire Lord, but they don’t want to hurt him to get him to talk. A hungry Momo enlightens them on how to do just that. 

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This was not the outcome Zuko had been anticipating. Bond to a chair made of earth, arms pinned behind his back, legs cemented in place, hands and feet encased in rock no amount of wrenching or fire bending could loosen. Caught and subdued by the avatar and his gang when he was certain he’d had the drop on them. Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Toph stood around him, arms crossed and eyes steely. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t move. 

After his uncle had fallen asleep, Zuko had spotted the avatar’s bison flying overhead, and snuck away in the night to track them. When he found their campsite, he moved in to try to capture Aang, being as silent and stealthy as possible. But, much to his surprise, hardly a step and a half into his scheme, an earth bending girl rose from one of the tents and captured him instead, trapping him in his current position. Now, instead of the avatar being in his custody, the banished prince of the Fire Nation was in the avatar’s custody. And he was not happy about it.

“Let me go!” Zuko hissed, pulling at his restraints even though he knew it was pointless. Sokka scoffed.

“We’ll pass, thanks.” He and the others stood a few paces back from Zuko so that he couldn’t reach them with any breath-related fire moves—a threat they had deduced rather quickly. 

“Good work, Toph,” Katara said, patting the smaller girl on the back. “That could’ve been really bad.”

Toph shrugged and grinned at Zuko. “You should really learn how to pick up your feet there, princess. You’ve got the gait of a pregnant sloth bear.”

Zuko fumed with frustration, hating the fact he’d been caught so easily. Now he was at the mercy of his enemies instead of the other way around. Meaning they were free to taunt him to his face with zero repercussions. For now, he thought bitterly.

Aang looked at his friends. “Now what do we do? We can’t just leave him here.”

“But we can’t just let him go, either,” Sokka added. “He’s too dangerous.”

“We could knock him out and leave him in a bush,” Katara proposed.

“Or hog-tie him to a porcupig and send it running into the woods,” Toph offered, pounding her fist into her palm.

Aang shook his head. “Come on, guys. We’re not doing any of those things.”

“Wait a minute,” Sokka said, brightening. “He’s the son of the Fire Lord, right? I bet he has insight into his weaknesses, and how Aang can defeat him!” 

Zuko clenched his teeth. Aang grimaced. 

“What are you suggesting, Sokka?” 

“I’m saying, we should interrogate him! Find out what he knows!” Sokka snagged his boomerang from his bag and approached Zuko from behind. Zuko winced in surprise when the edge of Sokka’s weapon dug into his throat, pinning his head to the back of the chair. “Tell us everything you know about the Fire Lord, Fire Nation scum!”

His tone wasn’t intimidating in the slightest, but the feeling of the blade pressed against his neck was enough to send chills down Zuko’s spine. Fortunately, Aang stepped forward, jabbing his staff against the ground. 

“Sokka, stop! This isn’t how we do things!”

Sokka griped and grumbled, but eventually stepped away, withdrawing the weapon from Zuko’s throat. “Fine,” he said, pouting. “But think of all the juicy secrets he must know about the Fire Nation—secrets that could help us win the war and put an end to their tyranny! We may never get a chance like this again!”

“I’m not telling you anything,” Zuko growled.

Katara motioned for everyone to step out of Zuko’s earshot. The group huddled together beside Appa’s slumbering form.

“Aang, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think Sokka might be right.”

Aang and Sokka gaped at her simultaneously. “Seriously?” they said in unison.

“We have to get him to tell us what he knows about the Fire Lord. Knowledge like that could help us save countless lives!”

“We didn’t even know he was in the same area as us three minutes ago!” Aang exclaimed. “Since when is wringing information out of our enemies a top priority?”

“It’s an opportunity we’ve never been presented with until now,” Toph said. “We should take advantage of it while we can.”

Aang scowled between his friends, shocked by their sweeping consensus on the matter. He peered around Sokka’s shoulder, eyeing Zuko as he struggled pitifully against Toph’s restraints, then bowed his head. 

“No. We’re not torturing someone for information. It’s not right.”

“No one ever said torture,” Sokka said cooly. “Think of it more as...highly effective persuasion.”

“Maybe we could do something really annoying,” Katara suggested. “Like blow your bison whistle in his ear, or have Sokka sing a bunch of Southern Water Tribe nursery rhymes.”

Toph shuddered. “But that would be torture for all of us. Not just him.”

“Hey! I thought everyone loved it when I sang those!” Sokka sulked. “At least, that’s what Gran-Gran always said...”

Aang swallowed and stared at his feet. “I don’t know. I don’t like this at all. Even if he’s our enemy, it feels wrong—hurting someone who can’t fight back so they’ll tell us something they don’t want to.”

Katara could see the weight of the morality at stake clouding over Aang’s eyes. She laid her hand on his shoulder. “Maybe there’s a way we can do it without hurting him. We could negotiate, or try trading something, or—”

“Hey! G-get off!”

Alarmed, the gang spun back toward Zuko. In the midst of their discussion, Momo had pounced on the fettered prince and was eagerly sniffing his midsection.

“Momo!” Aang cried. “Get away from him! He’s dangerous!”

“Get your stupid pet off me!” Zuko snapped. He moved as much as he could to try to shoo the lemur away, but it continued to snuffle around his torso, its nose prodding his stomach. The feeling took him by surprise, making his breath hitch and his muscles seize. He fought not to react, fought to keep his expression cold and his demeanor colder, but the insufferable little creature would not let up. It was after something underneath his shirt. 

Uncle’s lychee nuts! he realized. Iroh had a habit of stuffing his nephew’s pockets with the things in case the teen ever found himself lost, alone, and without another source of food. Although Zuko would never admit it, he appreciated the gesture—his uncle’s intuition had saved him from starvation in more pinches than one. 

But now was not one of those times. 

Zuko’s face began to burn as the corners of his lips twitched, threatening to turn upward if the lemur didn’t stop. He had to get it off! 

“Agh! S-scram, flea-bag, before I fry you to a—AH!”

To his horror, Momo pulled back his collar and darted down the neck-hole of his shirt. Paws scurried across his torso, a wet nose poked and nuzzled his belly, and a long, fuzzy body wriggled between his skin and the fabric of his clothes. Zuko yelped and sputtered, the heat in his face turning to fire, the laughter he’d been battling back suddenly barreling up his throat like a volcanic eruption. To his dismay, high-pitched giggles started slipping from his lips faster than he could stop them.

“Wha—ahack! Hehey! Get out! Gehet out!” He tugged harder than ever on his bonds, twisting and shifting to try to scare the varmint away, but all it did was make Momo weasel faster and wilder inside his shirt. The lemur’s long tail brushed under Zuko’s arms and wiggled against his neck and ears, sending goosebumps shooting across his skin. He squirmed and thrashed, shaking his head from side to side.

“Gehet it off me!” he squealed.

The four friends blinked as they watched the bizarre scene unfold. 

“Uh…” Sokka said, glancing between the prisoner and his team. “Should we do something?”

A few moments later, Momo crawled out of Zuko’s collar and perched on his shoulder, purring as he nibbled on a handful of nuts. The flustered prince puffed out his cheeks with a shudder, breathless and wide-eyed, his face tinted pink. He could feel his enemies staring at him, digesting what they had just witnessed, and he started to sweat.

“I—I’m gonna k-kill this thing if you don’t get it away from me,” he stammered, trying to feign some semblance of composure. But Momo’s tail continued to swish against the side of his neck as he spoke, making the task exceedingly difficult. He pursed his lips while straining to evade the feathery touch. 

The gang looked at Zuko, then each other, then back at Zuko. The realization dawned on all of them at once.

“Were you laughing just now?” Toph asked.

Zuko cringed, averting his gaze. “W-what? What are you talking about?”

“Oh man! You were!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh before,” Katara said with a snort. “I didn’t think it was possible. And even if it was, I expected it to sound more…I don’t know. Evil?”

“Right? It’s so cute and squeaky!” Sokka snickered.

“I was not laughing!” Zuko shouted. Then Momo’s tail brushed his ear, making him wince and crack a smile.

Aang’s face lit up with delight. “It’s Momo! He’s tickling him and making him laugh!”

In unison, the gang turned on him with wide grins. Zuko bristled.

“What?”

“No way! Prince Zu-Zu is ticklish?” Toph cupped her hands over her heart and tilted her head to the side. “Awww. That’s adorable!”

“Quit patronizing me!” he roared. He tried to knock Momo off his shoulder with his head, but only managed to lightly nudge him. Momo responded by nuzzling into Zuko’s neck, purring loudly as he tucked under his chin and whisked his tail along his collarbone. The prince squawked, hiking his shoulders to his ears.

“Ehaha! No! G-get away!”

Toph crossed her arms smugly. “That’s what you get for trying to capture our friend.”

“Zuko: ticklish,” Aang giggled, as if his brain was having trouble comprehending the idea. “It just seems so out of character for him, you know? It’s funny.”

Katara chuckled in agreement. “I think Momo likes him.”

“No—Momo likes food,” Sokka corrected her. A sly smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “Which gives me an idea.”

He marched across the opening to stand at Zuko’s side. The banished prince didn’t notice him; he was too busy biting his lip in attempt to stay quiet, but couldn’t wipe the silly smile and embarrassing blush off his face. Sokka placed his hands on his hips.

“Zuko, tell us how to sneak into your father’s evil lair, or else!”

The request hardly made sense—his father lived in a giant palace, not some secret underground wolf bat cave. Even if he wanted to offer some kind of answer, he doubted he could speak more than a sentence or two before bubbles of laughter swallowed up his words. Still, he had to try to look unfazed. 

“Or ehelse what?” he shot back. His voice came out shrill and brittle, causing his blush to deepen. The stupid lemur would not give his neck a break!

Sokka cocked a threatening eyebrow. Then he extended his arm.

“Momo, look! I think you missed some!”

He opened his hand, revealing another pile of lychee nuts. Before Momo could snatch them out of his palm, Sokka dumped them down the neck-hole of Zuko’s shirt, making him leap.

“Ah! What’re you—w-wait!”

Instantly, the lemur dove back into his shirt, writhing and scampering all over his tummy. Try as he might to fight it, the sensation tickled too much to bear.

“Nohoho!” he giggled, twisting and bucking in protest. Whatever dwindling scraps were left of his facade fell away within seconds. In his hunt for the lychee nuts, the fuzzy little beast pawed and nibbled at Zuko’s bare skin while his ears and tail tickled him like feathers, leaving the poor prince in stitches. His cheeks flushed a shade pinker as he realized how ridiculous and pathetic he must’ve looked at that moment—and in front of his enemies, no less. Zuko’s current disposition was a far cry from his usual grumpy, scowling self, and there was nothing he could do to shake it. The smile spread across his face at that moment was so uncharacteristically bright, the gang couldn’t help but mirror it. 

“That’s what, fire boy!” Sokka replied fiendishly. “Get him, Momo! Do your worst!”

“Ahaha!” Zuko cackled. “I’ll—tohorch you!”

Aang laughed along with him, turning to Katara. “I guess this way isn’t so bad.”

Katara smiled fondly. “This is probably the happiest I’ve ever seen him. But I guess that depends on how you define ‘happy.’”

After circling his torso a couple more times in his lychee nut scavenger hunt, Momo must’ve gotten sick of being inside the twitchy teenager’s shirt. With a shriek and a warble, he shot out of Zuko’s sleeve and landed on Aang’s head, gorging himself on his findings. 

“Good lemur,” Aang said, giving his ear a scratch. Momo trilled contentedly. 

“Don’t let up now! We almost had him!” Sokka dashed toward Aang and tugged on Momo’s tail. “Come on! Do your duty! Your fuzziness is the key to bringing the Fire Nation to its knees!”

Momo hissed at him and took to the skies, winding through the air before disappearing into the woods. 

“I think Momo’s had enough,” Katara declared with a grin. The group turned back to Zuko, who was panting and smiling and flushed to his core. 

“How about you?” Sokka asked wryly. “Had enough yet?”

Even though he was still blushing, Zuko’s eyes flashed with rage. “Let me go!” he demanded again. “You can’t make me talk!”

“Alright, Appa! Your turn!” Sokka pulled on the flying bison’s foot, grunting with effort. “Go! Get him! Lick him into submission!”

“You know we can do this without animals, right?” Toph said, smirking. She strode toward Zuko, her steps pointedly slow and leisurely. The group exchanged a look. 

“Careful, Toph,” Katara called after her. “He can still shoot fire from his mouth.”

“Oh, I bet he can,” Toph said. She stopped a few paces back from him with her hands on her hips, grinning smugly. Zuko glared daggers through the girl even though she couldn’t see him. In the blink of an eye, the earth bender disappeared under the ground then emerged behind him, making the prince start, her icy voice sending a shiver down his spine.

“But I bet it’s hard to control your breathing enough to do so when you’re laughing.”

Zuko’s throat tightened. He hated to admit it, but she was probably right. He could barely perform the move when he was fully concentrated and not strapped to a rock chair.

He almost wished they were hurting him to get him to talk. That would be a far more honorable defeat than succumbing to the childish threat they were making against him now. If he was broken by a bunch of kids sicing lemurs on him, he doubted he would ever live it down. But Toph seemed to have a different plan in mind.

“G-get away from me!” Zuko shouted. He didn’t know what else to do. He hated not being able to see where she was. “Whatever you’re insinuating isn’t going to work! You don’t scare me!”

Toph clicked her tongue. “Insinuating? I thought I was being obvious!” She pounded her heel against the ground, and a stool made of earth rose underneath her, giving her a place to sit right behind the restrained prince. She plopped down with a smile. “I’m going to tickle you.”

Zuko stiffened. She was talking loudly, so the whole group could hear.

“Does that not scare you? Are our assumptions wrong? Are you not ticklish?”

Zuko looked down at his torso. Toph’s hands were hovering a couple inches away from his exposed sides, her fingers spidering threateningly through the air. 

“And in case you weren’t aware, I can tell when you’re lying.”

The heat in Zuko’s neck bled into his ears. “IhI’m—” he stammered, nervous laughter already creeping into his voice. He squeezed his eyes shut. “No! I’m not!”

The other three approached, the devious delight in their eyes goading his anxiety further. 

“You sure about that, Zu-Zu?” Katara asked. “For someone who’s not ticklish, you were laughing an awful lot before.”

“And blushing like crazy!” Aang added cheerfully.

The teasing was enough to blow his top. Zuko strained against his bonds. 

“Y-you’re all insane!” he yelled. “As soon as I’m out of here, I’ll roast every last one of you like a chicken cow on a spi—AGH!”

Mid-sentence, Toph’s fingers started crawling up his sides, dancing delicately along the skin beneath his ribcage. Zuko gasped, his words cut short, an explosion of giggles already amassing behind his lips. 

“No, go ahead, Mister ‘I’m Not Ticklish.’ Finish it. You’ll roast us how? Like a chicken cow on a what?”

Zuko couldn’t even try to act poised. He’d always been exceptionally sensitive—a fact that irritated him to no end, one his mother used to take advantage of to cheer him up when he was little. Growing up, she was the only person in his immediate family who had ever been physically affectionate with him. His father barely even looked at him; the most attention he’d ever paid his son was when he’d scorched his face in front of the entire royal court. And Azula would never do anything to intentionally make her brother smile. 

After his disgraceful banishment, Iroh had been cautious about showing his headstrong nephew too much affection. He didn’t want to smother him or scare him away. Now, three years into their search for the avatar, he’d thrown almost all that caution to the wind. It didn’t take him long to discover his nephew’s sensitivity, the way he sputtered and flinched when his torso was touched in certain places. 

Iroh was kind enough not to exploit his findings in front of Zuko’s crew; the boy already had a hard enough time commanding their respect as it was, being a moody, exiled sixteen-year-old. But that didn’t stop him from tweaking his ribs or tasering him from behind whenever they were alone. The smiles and laughter these actions elicited were always worth it, despite the loud, long-winded protests that inevitably followed.

It embarrassed him how easy and often his uncle poked fun at his weakness. But he never imagined anyone using it against him as a weapon; a torture method to get him to talk. 

Yet here he sat, bound and helpless, giggling hysterically as Toph’s fingers scoured the lengths of his sides, already desperate for the tickling to stop.

“Hahaha! Quihit it!”

“But you said you weren’t ticklish,” Toph reminded him, scuttling her hands up and down the prince’s twitchy torso. “If you aren’t ticklish, then this shouldn’t bother you one bit.”

Katara, Aang, and Sokka watched in amusement as the once strong and fearsome Zuko dissolved into a squirmy, laughing mess beneath Toph’s wiggly fingers. The color of his face was beginning to resemble the dark red of his shirt.

“Yohou’re—y-you—” Zuko sputtered, grasping for something scathing to say. Toph didn’t give him a chance to find one. Her hands suddenly curled into claws, and she switched from the soft, gentle tickling to kneading mercilessly into both sides of his tummy, driving her fingers deep into his flesh with all the endurance and ferocity indicative of earth benders. Zuko jolted and shrieked, arching his spine to try to get away, his laughter jumping in both octave and volume. 

“AHAHAGH! Wahait—no—s-stohop! I cahan’t—eheeheehaha!”

“Come on, guys!” Toph called, waving them forward. “He won’t bite.”

Grinning, the three friends walked to stand directly in front of Zuko, who was floundering as much as his restraints would allow and smiling as wide as the sun. 

“Not so mean and scary when he’s laughing his butt off, is he?” Katara chuckled. Zuko’s laughter was shrill and happy—two characteristics that completely contradicted his usual demeanor. It was also outrageously contagious; she had to cover her mouth to try to contain her own flood of giggles. 

“I never knew the guy who’s been hunting me all this time could look so cute!” Aang concurred. Watching the Fire Nation prince crumble so spectacularly from such a kiddy tactic was strangely endearing. 

Sokka poked Zuko’s bouncy chest with his boomerang. “Now talk! Answer my question, or Toph will tickle you to death!”

To be honest, Zuko barely remembered what the original question was. Something about fire? And an evil lair? An evil fire lair? His head was too preoccupied with the hands pinching and squeezing his belly to think straight. He couldn’t recall another instance where he’d been tickled this intensely. Being unable to guard himself made the sensation a thousand times worse.

“Goho jump in a lahahake!” he laughed, cursing the cracks and squeaks in his voice. Toph cooed. 

“Aw! Fire Lord Zu-Zu’s trying to be tough!” She drilled into the soft spot underneath his ribs, making the poor prince thrash and squeal. No matter how much he squirmed or what way he angled his body, Toph’s hands stayed glued to his frame, exploring every ticklish inch of his defenseless midsection, targeting the spots that yielded the most frenzied reactions. She noticed the higher her tickle attack climbed up his torso, the shriller his laughter became, coupled with increasingly wilder attempts to escape. Moving maliciously slow, she began scaling Zuko’s ribcage with her hands, her fingers ascending each bone like a rung on a ladder, needling on top and around and in between.

“Ahahaha! Cut it ahahout!” Zuko cackled. She was terrifyingly good at this.

“How long you think you can stand it, tough guy? Five minutes? An hour? I could do this all night!” Her fingers were drawing closer and closer to his underarms, teasing and tickling every rib in between. His shirt did almost nothing to dull the increasingly unbearable sensation. 

Sokka yawned. “As fun as this is, I’d rather not stay up all night, waiting for him to break.”

Toph shrugged, smiling deviously. “I don’t mind. I’m having fun.” She cracked her knuckles and resumed her conquest, her hands inching higher, higher, higher. “Coochie-coochie-coo! Your laugh is so cute I could barf!”

“Stahahahap it!” Zuko giggled. His whole body sizzled with embarrassment; his face hurt from smiling so big for so long.

“Maybe we could help speed up the process,” Katara said, smirking. “If all of us worked together, I’m sure we could get him talking in no time.” 

Zuko was already splitting at the seams from just one person tickling him. If all four of them ganged up on him at once, he would most certainly die on the spot. 

“Ooh, good idea,” Sokka said, wiggling his fingers eagerly.

“Plus, it’d be a fun, benign way for each of us to get him back for all the times he’s personally slighted us.” Katara turned to Aang with a grin. “What do you think?”

At that moment, Toph’s hands reached his armpits. She dug in relentlessly, poking and scratching and prodding, her touch sending shocks through Zuko’s entire skeleton. He jerked and sputtered for a couple of seconds, reeling from how intensely it tickled, before exploding into a whole new caliber of laughter.

“AHANOHOHAHA!” he cried. “GAHA—STAHAHAP—IHI CAHAN’T—AAHAHAHAAAA!”

“Uh oh,” Toph said mockingly, kneading diabolical circles into his underarms. “Did I find your weak point? Prince Zu-Zu’s little tickle spot? You’re in for it now, your highness.”

Sharp, squeaky hiccups began punctuating Zuko’s laughing fit. Aang watched the giggly teen squirm and shriek and smiled sympathetically. 

“Let’s give him a break first. He looks like he’s about to burst.”

Sokka huffed, letting his arms fall to his sides. “You suck all the fun out of interrogating war prisoners,” he muttered. He pointed his boomerang at Toph. “Don’t let up completely, though. If he’s able to focus on his breathing, he might spew another fireball in my face. And I do not enjoy having fireballs spewed in my face.” 

“You got it,” Toph said exuberantly. She moved her hands back down to his belly and started tickling his sides with just her index fingers, changing location and technique every few seconds: wiggling one into his hip while the other poked at his ribs, then swirling one across his tummy while the other fluttered against his midriff, then tasering both into the full length of his torso, lingering in the areas that made him most jumpy, and on and on. 

It was much more tolerable than the previous torture, but still enough to keep him twitchy and giggly. He could never predict where her fingers would tickle him next, trapping him in a constant state of jittery nervousness. As soon as he got close to forcing the smile from his lips, another perfectly calculated poke would slap it right across his face again, paired with a yelp of surprise. 

As he fidgeted restlessly in place, breathless giggles bubbling in his throat, the three kids in front of him stepped closer, looking smug. 

“You ready to tell us how to defeat the Fire Lord?” Sokka asked. 

Zuko wheezed. He had to stall long enough to think of a way out of this. Or at least to catch his breath—as much as he could in his current position. 

“Whahat...does that even...mehean?” he panted. 

“Don’t play dumb!” Sokka snapped. “Your father has a weakness—in his army, his hideout, somewhere. You know what it is. Tell us.”

Toph laughed. “We should try tickling him, too,” she said, giving Zuko’s side a squeeze. “Maybe being super ticklish runs in the family.”

Zuko jolted. “Quihit it! Why would I knohow anything like that?”

“Because you’re his son!” Sokka poked him repeatedly in the ribs. “Evil, Fire Nation, devil spawn!”

“He doesn’t look evil to me,” Katara cooed. “How could someone evil have such a cute laugh?”

Zuko wasn’t sure which was worse: the constant teasing making him blush tomato-red, or the two stiff fingers endlessly probing his ticklish torso. He hung his head to hide his dumb, smiley face. “Sh-shuhut up!”

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Toph asked. “You don’t like being called cute?”

“Who doesn’t like being called cute?” Aang said, boasting a goofy grin.

“Stop wasting our time!” Sokka exclaimed. “If you don’t start talking, you’re going to regret it.”

Just then, amidst her tickling spree, Toph’s hands found the hem of Zuko’s shirt. A smirk touched her lips as she reached underneath the fabric and started scuttling her fingers against his bare sides. The moment her nails made contact with his skin, Zuko yelped.

“Waha! Hehey!” 

“You heard the man,” Toph said smugly. “Answer the question.”

She dragged her fingertips up and down his sides, letting her nails skate across his skin. Goosebumps flared along his arms and neck, spreading like wildfire. It was a gentler kind of tickling, but just as maddening in its own right. She started climbing toward his underarms again, this time with no clothing to dull the sensation. He didn’t think he’d survive if she reached her final destination.

“Ahahastahahap!” Zuko giggled. “I dohon’t know, okay? Yohour guess is as good as mihihine!”

“Liar,” Sokka hissed, looking over the prince’s shoulder. “Toph?”

The earth bender laid her palm against the back of the chair and snorted. “It’s kinda hard to tell whether or not he’s lying like this. His heart’s been hammering the entire time.” She clawed at his ribcage with her other hand, making him squirm helplessly. “But from what I can detect, it seems like he’s telling the truth.”

“No way,” Sokka spat. “He has to know something.”

“Maybe he doesn’t,” Aang ventured to say.

Toph’s hand slowed to a stop on either side of his ribcage. All ten of her fingers rested against his skin without moving. Even though she wasn’t currently tickling him, the imminent threat of her nails pressed into his defenseless torso kept him on edge. 

“I dohon’t,” Zuko whimpered. He dropped his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, smiling listlessly. “The only weakness he has is one you already knohow about.”

The gang looked at each other blankly. “Which is…?” Sokka began.

Zuko scoffed, nodding towards Aang. “Him, of course. The avatar. Why do you think my family has been searching for him for the past three generations? Why do you think my father has had me hunting him down since I was thirteen?”

The three kids in front of him exchanged frowns. Toph’s hands slipped out of his shirt. 

“He was definitely telling the truth that time.”

Sokka palmed his forehead. “Aw, man! So we got nothing from all this? No new information?” He stuck his finger in the prince’s chest. “What’s the point of you being the Fire Lord’s son if you don’t know anything about him that helps us?”

“At least it confirms what we already know,” Katara said, wrapping an arm around Aang’s shoulders. “Aang needs to master all the elements and defeat the Fire Lord to end the war.”

Aang smiled and shrugged. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Fantastic,” Zuko grumbled. “Now would you let me out of this stupid chair? My feet are going numb.”

Katara hinted a grin. “I think I like you better when you’re all giggly and smiley.”

Zuko blushed and stared sideways. “I don’t.”

“If we let him go, how are we going to keep him from attacking or chasing us?” Aang asked. 

Sokka tapped his chin, then cracked into a smirk. “Maybe we should give him a taste of what we’ll do to him if he does,” he suggested. “Avatar gang style.”

The four kids turned on Zuko with a mischievous gleam in their eyes. A fresh rush of heat washed over Zuko’s body.

“W-what?” he stammered, his gaze darting between them rapidly. Dread seized his throat as they approached him from four different sides, making him squirm with anticipation. “But—but you heard Toph! I told the truth! You’re not supposed to punish me for that! You’re supposed to let me go!”

“Don’t think of it as a punishment,” Sokka said innocently, rubbing his hands together. “Think of it as...I don’t know...a warning?”

“Plus, only Toph got to tickle you,” Aang added, forming his own rock stool next to Zuko’s right side. “I want a turn!”

Katara joined Toph behind the chair, leaving over the back rest. “And this is probably our last chance to hear your adorable little laugh,” Katara said. “You know, before you go back to being a moody grouch bent on chasing us to the ends of the earth.”

Zuko burned inside and out. There were four of them and one completely restrained him. He didn’t think he could take it. “W-what if I promise to leave you alone tonight? I’ll go back to my campsite and not bother you until morning. That’ll give you a big head start!”

“I thought that was a given,” Toph said, snaking her hands back under his shirt, her fingernails grazing his tummy. Zuko bristled from her delicate touch. It was already too much to bear. What remained of his fiery resolve crumbled away. 

“Aha! A week then! I wohon’t mess with you for a weeheek!”

“Aww. He’s trying so hard to negotiate his way out of this.” Katara’s fingers brushed both sides of his neck, making him cringe. “Sorry, Zuko. But this is too much fun!”

“Here, Sokka,” Toph said, retracting the earth up his ankles so that his feet were exposed. “Maybe you should try tickling some feeling back into his feet.”

Sokka grinned and sat on the ground, pulling off the prince’s shoes. “Good idea!”

“Noho!” Zuko yelped. He pulled at his bonds and curled his toes in protest. “Thihis isn’t fair! Guhuys—wait—AHAHAGH!”

Aang started poking around his torso, testing and teasing different spots with his soft but frenetic touch. This cued Toph to jump back to his underarms, her fingers fluttering lightly against the hollows. At the same moment, Sokka began gliding two fingers up and down his arches. All of them were tickling him relatively gently, aware of the fact that if they each gave it their all, Zuko might explode. Regardless, having eight hands prod and stroke the most sensitive areas of his body all at once was absolutely maddening, launching him into a hysterical giggle fit. 

“Ahahahaheehee!” He threw his head back, twisting and bucking frantically. “Guhuhuys!”

“This is what we’ll do to you every time you try to capture Aang,” Toph told him, giggling as she tickled the undersides of his upper arms. “Think about that the next time you’re feeling kidnappy.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able take regular ‘ol grumpy-pants Zuko seriously ever again,” Sokka chuckled. “Even when he’s back to shooting fire at us, all I’ll be thinking about is his silly little laugh and goofy smile!”

Hiccups started puncturing his giggles again. So many places on his body were being tickled at once, his brain couldn’t decide which one to focus on. Zuko didn’t care about trying to feign toughness anymore; he just needed this to end. 

“Stahahap! No mohohore! Pleeheehease!”

Katara spidered her nails against the back of his neck, making him shrink into himself with a squeak. “He did say please,” she pointed out.

Just then, a twig broke in the woods, followed by a figure emerging from the tree line. The four friends ceased their attack and glanced up fearfully.

Although he was still dizzy from the onslaught of tickling, Zuko lifted his head and spotted the silhouette as well. The person’s shape was oddly familiar. He realized who it was before the telltale voice rang across the clearing.

“Prince Zuko?” Iroh called, stepping out of the shadows and into the pale moonlight. “Is that you?”

“Uncle!” Zuko cried, relief rushing through him. He thrashed in place. “Hehelp me! I’m trapped!”

“What are you kids doing to my nephew?” Iroh asked, stopping in front of the five of them, although his tone wasn’t particularly angry or concerned. It was more intrigued. 

“We haven’t hurt him,” Katara insisted. “Toph caught him sneaking into our camp and restrained him. We were going to let him go, but then we thought he might have some information on the Fire Lord. So, uh…”

She felt weird about explaining the rest. Fortunately, Aang jumped in for her. 

“So then we tickled him!” Aang said, giving Zuko’s side a couple pinches. The prince flinched and giggled. “We wanted to get him to talk without harming him.”

Iroh smiled at the sound of Zuko's laughter and the happy expression on his face, neither of which had made an appearance in a very long time. They reminded him just how young the banished son of the crown truly was. He shook his head amusedly. “Poor Prince Zuko. It would seem your friends have discovered your weakness.”

“Thehey are nohot my friends!” Zuko cackled. “Just help me, Uncle! Gehet me out of here!”

“He has a very cute laugh, does he not?” Iroh chortled. 

“Disgustingly cute,” Toph agreed, poking his armpit. Zuko squirmed and squealed.

“And an even cuter smile,” Iroh observed. “It’s a shame I don’t get to witness both more often.”

“Uhuncle!” Zuko pleaded, spiraling into giggly shambles. Iroh smiled at Toph.

“Would you please consider sparing my nephew and handing him over to me? I promise he will not cause you any more trouble this evening.”

Toph turned toward the others, waiting for any objections. When none came, she offered Iroh a nod. 

“All right. Stand back, everyone.”

The rest of the group did as they were told. Once they had moved a safe distance away, she punched her fists toward the ground, and the chair fell apart, along with the rock cuffs on Zuko’s hands and feet. He hit the earth with a grunt, flustered and panting.

Iroh approached him and helped him stand. Zuko hugged his midsection with a moan.

“Uhugh...my sides,” he whined. His skin felt tingly and his belly still bubbled with hundreds of giggly butterflies, making it difficult to keep from smiling. He wanted to snarl at the group, to swear they were going to pay for what they’d done to him, but he was too exhausted and embarrassed by the whole situation to summon the energy. Iroh wrapped an arm under his shoulders to support him.

“Thank you for not harming my nephew,” Iroh said to the four kids. “I owe you all a great debt.”

“Don’t...th-thank them,” Zuko huffed.

“But I must,” Iroh retorted. He tweaked the young prince’s side. “They reminded me how to brighten you up whenever you’re being a downer.”

Zuko flinched away, trying to look angry but betrayed by a giggly grin. “Ahagh! Ehenough already!” He whirled around. “You’re all crazy! I’m leaving!”

Zuko stomped toward the woods, smoke hissing from his fists, blush burning through his face and ears. The group laughed.

“This was fun, Prince Zu-Zu. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Sokka waved. “Visit again soon! Next time, we’ll have Appa join the fun!”

Zuko did not like the sound of that. Although part of him found some tiny flicker of release in laughing authentically for the first time in almost three years, he was perfectly fine with waiting another three years for the next instance to occur. After all, he had a reputation to uphold.

[scxrsgxrd]

an idea I had because of your Mickey thoughts: what if he kept misbehaving, so his girlfriend decided to have him wear a cock cage for a day? he can't touch himself, but it's all he can think about all day. when she gets home, he's a mess, but she can't resist the temptation to tease him. he's being punished, after all. when she finally frees him, he practically pounces on her.

Ohhhh sweet anon this idea is so delicious. Lets buckle up for some more subby Mickey.

A continuation of this drabble:

Mickey’s words echoed in her ears, the promise of him being on his best behaviour was almost enough to break her.

“You want to be a good boy?” Her voice was low, and Mickey could tell she meant business, so he nodded continually, his head bobbing up and down as his eyes glittered.

“Then you’ll wait until morning. I have a surprise waiting for you.” 

When she turned over to resume her slumber Mickey’s jaw dropped, and he let out a groan, pawing at her arm once more in a last attempt to beg her for some form of stimulation.

“Mickey. Go to sleep.” Her tone was cold, but Mickey wasn’t thinking with his brain. His cock ached as it had done for almost a week, and he was determined to get a rise out of her.

“Please, mommy.”

She whipped round in an instant, her eyes ablaze as she grabbed a hold of his cheeks and let out a small growl. If Mickey wanted to defy her, that was fine. But he’d have to deal with the consequences that came with this defiance.

Mickey’s cheeks flushed, and he swallowed hard, waiting for her to reprimand him so he could feel something. But she knew Mickey too well, she could feel his bulge against her ass and knew that this act of disobedience was purposeful. So, once again she turned her back to him, allowing for her rage to simmer, as she knew that come morning, Mickey would receive his punishment.

-

When she awoke Mickey was laid on his back, head turned so he could gaze at her. She had to stifle a giggle when she saw the tent shape around his crotch, the sheet covering Mickey’s lower half was almost lifted up completely. When Mickey noticed she was awake he gazed at her imploringly, his bottom lip sticking out ever so slightly. She smirked, Mickey had no idea what he was in for.

“I want you to go take a cold shower. As cold as you can manage.” She murmured, reaching a hand over to run her fingers through his soft hair as he frowned.

Mickey parted his lips to respond, to grumble, but when she cocked her brow he decided to remain silent and comply. He rose out of bed, shimmying his boxers down to his ankles and letting out a small sigh at the relief, the material had been constraining his cock all night.

“He feels claustrophobic now.” Mickey mumbled, gazing down at his erection to ensure that there was no lasting damage.

She chuckled, propping herself up on her elbows to allow for a better view. “I need you soft, Mickey, okay?”

Mickey scoffed.

“I mean it. Today will only work if you’re soft, can you do that for me?”

Mickey nodded and strode over to the bathroom, and the several yelps she heard indicated to her that he was following her instructions. Good. While Mickey was distracted she took the chance to drag out her box from under the bed, the box that contained the latest toy she had purchased for Mickey. 

She held the cock cage in her hand, it was heavy, but nothing that Mickey couldn’t handle. This time she’d take it easy on him, selecting the largest cuff ring to hold his balls, and ensuring she had a hefty amount of lube at hand.

When Mickey returned she was stood by the bedroom door,  eager to introduce him to their new toy. She removed the towel that was hanging loosely around his waist, tossing it into the corner of the room to inspect if he had managed to keep it down. 

“I’m impressed. Turns out you can be a good boy after all, huh?” She smiled at him, he had managed to keep his cock flaccid, perfect.

Mickey reciprocated her smile, relieved to be receiving her praise. He took deep breaths, keeping his gaze fixed on the wall opposite him, he knew if he looked at her for even a second it’d be game over.

“Come sit on the bed, baby boy.” She purred, guiding him over to the edge of the bed and sitting him with his legs splayed as she knelt between his knees. Mickey’s eyes widened in alarm, and he held his breath as his fists bunched up the bedsheets.

“F-fuck.” He whispered, the vein on the left side of his head was becoming more and more prominent as he refused to let his gaze fall on the women knelt mere inches away from his aching cock.

When he heard the sound of the cap flipping off the bottle of lube, Mickey felt the ache intensify, and he silently prayed that he wouldn’t need to keep this up, or down for that matter, much longer. Mickey’s eyes then trailed further up the bed, where he saw a metal ring, and then next to it more rings, but in the form of a cage, in the shape of his-

“Ohhhhh, fuck.” He couldn’t help but whine as he felt her lube-coated fingers ghost along his cock, careful not to hold him too tightly as she smeared a generous amount of lube onto him.

“Mickey, look at me.” His gaze fell on her in an instant, his eyes brimming as his knuckles turned white, his grip on the sheets becoming tighter.

“Tell me your word.”

“Cantaloupe.” 

She nodded and took hold of the cuff, carefully easing his balls into it one at a time. Mickey was already breathing heavily, the sensation of her fingers against his balls made his hips buck slightly. She clicked her tongue.

“That’s one extra hour in the cage.” She placed a light kiss on the inside of Mickey’s knee as his bottom lip quivered.

He had to close his eyes as she eased his cock into the steel structure, his breath hitching in his throat as he heard her lock the cage. She raised herself to her feet, cocking her head to one side as she assessed her handiwork.

“This is what happens when you disobey me, sweetheart. Your little episode last night means you’ll wear this today, all day.” A large smirk formed on her lips as she watched the shockwaves run through Mickey, his eyes darting between her and the cage as he felt the blood begin to rush to his cock.

That same sensation stuck with him throughout the day. He had clamped his teeth together, his jaw almost locking in place as the pain coursed through his lower half. His cock was pressed against the top of the cage, his skin trapped against the cold metal as he hissed, and for the first time he was desperate to be able to have a hard on. He snaked his hand around the cage, but this was futile. It was locked in place, with no way for him to move it or to hold himself. The cuff holding his balls made him squirm, the restrictive device making him long for her return. 

Mickey had thought that getting dressed may help, that his boxer shorts may alleviate some of the pressure, but he was wrong. His jeans only seemed it worse, the material was tight against his crotch, making the rings of the cage visible and his frustration grow further.

Even pacing didn’t work, walking was almost painful as the cage slid downwards slightly each time he took a step, which made the sensation of the cuff pressing against his balls even more unbearable. Despite Mickey flicking through every television channel and every social media feed, he could only think of one thing. He thrust his head against the back of the couch where he had positioned himself, his mind racing at the thought of having his cock in his girlfriend’s hands once again. Once he had begun to fantasize, he couldn’t stop; his memory served him well as he thought of her wrapping her hand around him. One hand on his cock, the other tightly grasping at his throat as she twisted her palm and fingers around him at an agonizingly slow pace.

Mickey wasn’t sure if it was possible for him to orgasm while in the cage, but it sure felt like that’s where he was headed. 

Just as he thought he could feel his balls begin to tighten he heard the front door close, indicating that she had finally returned, and he sprang up. When she saw him she couldn’t help but smile. Mickey’s thighs were quivering, his cheeks flushed as he lowered himself down onto his knees.

“Please, I’m sorry. I’ll be a good boy, just give me another chance.” He began to beg, clasping his hands together as he let out a small sob, but she was not about to relent, not now.

Instead, she backed herself against the wall, hitching her skirt up to give Mickey a full view of her naked lower half. She pressed her thumb against her clit and felt her knees buckle, the pressure was heavenly and she could feel her arousal begin to pool around her entrance. Mickey let out a soft cry, his eyes welling up as she shuffled himself closer to her. The sight in front of him made the cage insufferable, his cock was throbbing and he could feel the beginnings of pre-cum leak out of the cage as she used her thumb to rub circles onto her clit, small moans leaving her as she kept her eyes on Mickey. 

Teasing Mickey was one of her favourite parts of their dynamic. She adored the way he trusted her, his willingness to try new toys, and how easy it was to get him worked up into such a state as he was in now. His hands had latched onto her ankles as he began to press kisses onto the top of her shoes, between each kiss he’d whine and tighten his grip on her.

She knew Mickey well, and she knew when he was nearing his breaking point.

She was careful when guiding him up to their bedroom, taking each step of the stairs as slowly as possible with Mickey latched onto her arm, letting out a small sniffle as they reached the top of the staircase. He didn’t need a command when they entered the bedroom, he unbuckled his belt at godspeed, his fingers gripping onto both waistbands of his jeans and boxers as he yanked them down at the same time. Through the rings of the cage she could still see that Mickey’s cock was red, the skin inflamed from spending hours upon hours pressed against the curved steel bars. She dug her hand into her pocket, and Mickey’s heart skipped a beat when she produced the key.

“I don’t want anymore disobedience, baby. One single word out of line and I’ll use the cage again, understood?” 

Before she had even finished her sentence Mickey was emphatically nodding, shuffling himself closer to her to prompt her to release him. She smiled and bent down, turning the key in the lock and gently easing his cock out of the cage. Once she had removed the whole device Mickey’s erection slapped against his stomach and he fell backwards onto the bed, panting as he reached out a hand to stroke his throbbing cock.

“Ah ah ah.” She took hold of his wrist and directed his hand away from temptation, causing Mickey to screw his eyes shut.

“You wouldn’t want me to get the cage back out again, would you baby boy?” 

[spooky-z]

Mom? Dad? Chaos.

First, I would like to thank you all! Really. And I'm not talking about the followers (which reached the 500), no. I'm talking about your reception for my stories. You guys are awesome!

Second, Marinette is a little... dark in this story. Maybe because she fought Hawkmoth for a long time or Batfam influence, I don't know. She defends herself and defends her friends against Lila. So, don't be surprised, please.

(finally managing to edit the post f- u tumblr) 6K of salt, sailors.

Lightly based on Wayne Travelers by @multishipper1needshalp​​ Maribat by @ozmav​​

The day had started normal.

Marinette getting up late for class and getting ready in a hurry while Tikki helped the girl as best she could, her parents setting the table for breakfast together and Damian sitting, waiting for his girlfriend to go to school together. Adrien still asleep after staying up all night with Jonathan on the phone.

That had become Marinette's morning routine for the past two years, with Damian going to Paris to study economics with the best education that money could afford and her finishing high school in Dupont with Adrien.

And as said before, the day had started normal.

They ate breakfast with her parents, Marinette kicking Adrien out of bed and walked together to Dupont's entrance, where their paths parted.

She had kissed Damian good-bye and he whispered a “see you later” before getting in the car parked on the sidewalk. The driver politely waving to Marinette.

Adrien grimacing in the background, like a child watching his parents kiss.

It had been normal the way the class wrinkled their noses as she passed them; how everyone was in their proper place when Lila began to tell the latest nonsense lie; when Adrien came right behind her and was forced to sit next to the Italian (face completely twisted in pained expression); Chloe walking to the back of the room and placing a tender kiss on Marinette's cheek before sitting next to her; the two whispering the news to each other while Adrien sent a wistful look to his friends; their kwamis together in the boy's bag (since it was the largest of the three there).

Ms. Bustier leaving and leaving them with free time to do whatever they want.

This was normal. This was the routine after Hawkmoth had given up on terrorizing Paris and returned the butterfly and peacock Miraculous. After Gabriel Agreste had been arrested.

What was not normal now was that portal opening beside Ms. Bustier's desk and five people passing by.

The whole class frozen in shock.

The first out was obviously the oldest. In his 19 years, probably.

Black hair - in the sunlight there was a bluish illumination - trapped in a bun at the top of his head, the eyes were a cold and sharp gray, his skin was a beautiful olive tone, a strong jaw and the body showed that he was very more than just physically active.

The second person to go through the portal was a girl, who was about 15/16 years old.

They couldn't see the color of her hair, as she wore a hijab, but the eyes were a vivid and bright green, her skin was paler, small face, pink lips in a cupid bow and she also seemed to exercise a lot too.

The first two seemed to be siblings and that at least one of the parents was Asian.

The third was a blonde girl. She was the same age as the first girl, not much older than 16. While she didn't seem to have a more defined body, just the fact that she wasn't touching the floor when she left the portal said a lot about her.

The blond hair - exactly the color of Chloe and Adrien's hair - was long and loose, the curls unruly. The eyes were blue, a radiant blue and not very common, the triangular face, the doll's lips.

The fourth person was actually a little boy, who must have been at most 3 years old and was in the blonde girl's arms.

His hair was black and unruly, eyes were the same bright blue as the girl, round face with rosy cheeks, pale skin and he was sucking his thumb.

The last person to pass through the portal had been a girl with a much stronger Asian heritage than the first two.

Her cherry-red dyed hair reaching her shoulders, body far more defined than the girl with the hijab - her biceps pronounced by the shirt – the eyes were amber and dangerous, thin lips, her skin was tanned from spending too much time in the sun, oval face.

They stared silently at the class as the portal closed behind them.

"Okay... Who's going to tell this to our parents?" The blonde girl asks, breaking the silence and the red-haired girl looks at her, a murderous expression on her face.

“That was your fault! You're the one to tell!” Growls.

The blonde girl looks sincerely sorry.

"How would I know this was a time machine?!"

The redhead approaches her, her fists clenched ready to pounce, but the oldest of the five holds her in place.

"Rie, Emilie, please. Now is not the time to fight." His voice comes up like a blade. Sharp. "Especially with Clark among you."

They move away from each other. Rie walks closer to the classroom door, Emilie floats toward the window. Both with serious faces.

"It's not wanting to cut your drama, but we're not alone." The hijab girl says, drawing their attention to her. “We have audience, (哥哥) gēge.” She points to the still very frozen class.

He turns, his eyes scanning the students, before locking in the back of the room. In Marinette and Chloe. His eyes close in a pained expression.

“Fuck.” Curses without shame. "Dad will kill us."

"Absolutely." She replies, not looking any little upset at the situation.

In fact, her eyes were shining. She seemed very excited about everything.

The bell rings and it seems to wake everyone up from the shock, the students frenzied.

Everyone talking at the same time, they approach; Alya with the phone in hand; Marinette talking quickly on the phone, looking worried; Chloe was looking critically at the newcomers, the familiar feeling poking at her head; Adrien looked downright in love with the little boy in Emilie's arms.

Lila was... Wanting to take advantage of the situation to do something.

Rie begins to fuss over and over with the noise of the class, the pitch of the sound seemed to be hurting Clark's sensitive ears. The situation gets worse until she screams, anger clear in her tone.

“ど け! (Doke!)” Everyone shuts up but doesn't understand what she says. "I said get away, NOW!"

They are frightened by the girl's ferocity and move away.

“Okay, now one at a time.” When everyone moves to talk together again, she raises her hand in a stop signal. "Raise your hands and I'll choose who speaks."

They quickly raise their hands, waving violently. Max was jumping in his seat.

"You." Rie points to Rose and the girl stands up happily.

"What is the name of you all?" Questions.

Rie raises an eyebrow, disbelieving that this was the most important question the girl had to ask, but said nothing. Who answers is Emilie.

"I'm Emilie, this little one is Clark, the scary one is (理 恵) Rie, the handsome guy over there is (健) Jiàn and the hijab girl is Aria-" She turns sideways to point at the girl, just to find the empty spot. “Where's Aria?” She asks the two beside her and Rie just points to the back of the room.

And they all turned just in time to see Marinette being hugged her life away by the girl.

“妈妈 (māmā) you are so cute!” Both Adrien and Chloe gasp, eyes wide. Marinette gets paler and paler.

That moment makes both Rie and Clark notice the blondes in the room and Clark begins to cry, writhing in Emilie's arms and trying to reach Adrien.

“Papa! Papa!” The little boy sniffles until Emilie releases him and lets him fly to Adrien.

The class shouts at the demonstration of power.

The blonde catches him reflexively, hugging the small body in his arms and the boy sinks, melting in the warmth. He looks shocked at Emilie, wanting an explanation and the girl just shrugs, a bland smile on her face.

"Hi Dad."

Adrien chokes, his eyes filling with water, thrilled. He smiles back in disbelief.

"Hi?"

Chloe rises from her seat indignantly.

"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Shouts. “Why do you two get visits from your future kids, but not me?!” She stomps her foot in a tantrum.

It seemed just another bout of Chloe's futility, but Marinette - who was still being held by Aria - felt her heart ache at the hurt look on her best friend's face.

“Chlo-”

"What am I? Invisible?” Rie responds rudely. “You should recognize your children, 母 (haha).” Her cheeks were rosy despite her serious face.

Chloe is speechless before going downstairs and throwing herself into Rie's arms. She could scarcely believe that she had built a family in the future, that apparently her best friends continued together years and years into the future.

“And you must be my son!” Lila's voice cuts the happy mood. "Handsome like that, you're just like my Damian."

Chloe turns away from Rie, Marinette comes down the stairs with Aria and Adrien stays in his seat, with Clark in his lap and Emilie sitting at his desk, stroking the blond boy's hair.

The seven looks at Lila standing in front of Jiàn, who seemed disgusted with the thought of being her son.

"Yes, many say I look a lot like my father," He replies. And although the expression is not the best, his voice contains no emotion. "But I have my grandmother's eyes."

Lila seems especially excited about the boy's response.

Alya still recording everything and the class in an eternal pause.

“Oh! Now I see! You really look like my mother. She's very beautiful, looks like a model.” Lila says, glancing quickly at Alya, probably making sure the girl was recording everything.

Jiàn wrinkles his nose in disgust and turns away from the greedy hands of the Italian.

“You're not my mother.” Lila is surprised by the hatred in the boy's tone. "My mother has decency and honor, something you obviously lack."

The class seems to stop breathing.

"Oh, that hurt." Emilie muttered, chin resting on Adrien's head.

She had left Adrien's desk and was sitting at Alya's desk, which was behind the boy, so that she could hug him like a koala. Clark was dozing in his arms.

Alya snorted offended.

"Hey, this is no way to talk to her!" She moved, the phone still clenched in her fist.

"I speak the way I want." Jiàn answers. "Criminals and liars don't deserve my respect."

The class starts talking on top of each other, confused.

“What do you mean?” Alix's voice sticks out.

Jiàn tilts his head, but straightens again. An expression on his face as if he had just unraveled the mystery of the century.

"Oh, you haven't found out yet..."

"Or rather, they haven't opened their eyes yet." Aria comments.

Kim gets up, his face rock hard.

"Explain."

The newcomers exchange glances with each other. Aria raises her eyebrow, Emilie shrugs, Jiàn sighs and Rie looks at everyone.

"I think aunt Mari already told you about the sausage being a liar." She pats Chloe's arm affectionately. “Lila Rossi, in 2046, is under arrest for terrorism, extortion, sexual harassment, blackmail and best of all: murder.” Rie smiles darkly as she watches the students' pale faces.

Alya's phone recording every second of everything. Live. On Ladyblog.

Lila feels panic bubbling in her chest, her hands shaking and a sudden weakness in her legs. This could not be happening!

She glances at everyone in the class, noting the expressions between disbelief and fear, only Alya still holding the angry expression on her face.

Adrien, Chloe, and Marinette did not seem surprised by what the boy said, nor angry. She would use that to her advantage.

Lila's eyes widen in the most pitiful expression possible. The fake tears already running down her cheeks. She didn't forget to sniff before she spoke.

“Why are you guys doing this to me?” That catches everyone's attention, Kim being the first to come to the rescue. She uses the boy for support. “Is it some kind of horrible plan Marinette came up with? I know she hates me, but I didn't think she would do something so wicked to bring me down.”

Alya, Alix and Mylene are quick to reach both of them to comfort Lila. Which left Ivan, Nathaniel, Max, Rose, Juleka and Nino to defend the honor of the Italian.

“Look what you did!” The DJ pointed out. "Lila is crying because of you!"

"It had to be Chloe's daughter." Max says, adjusting his prescription glasses to his face. "Only a snake would give birth to another snake."

Emilie sighs offended, as does Aria and Jiàn.

Max barely has time to blink before feeling the sharp edge of Rie's katana in his throat. He swallows, the eyes wide.

She had left Chloe in the same spot before jumping over the tables and reaching Max. The katana that had been her belt, taking shape in her hands just in time to reach the target.

"Call my mother snake again and I'll cut your head off." She says coldly.

Nathaniel runs away, Rose and Juleka accompany him. Even Lila swallows the fake cry feeling the fear run down her spine.

"You wouldn't have the guts-" Ivan begins, but quickly shuts up when he sees Max leaning as far away from the sword as the red thread of blood trickles down his throat.

"Do you doubt...?" Rie says quietly. "Are you sure?"

Marinette reacts with that, ready to separate the girl from her classmate.

“Wait-

“Rie Tsurugi Bourgeois!” Aria calls, voice like steel. "Let him go."

Rie doesn't move, doesn't even blink.

“Now.” Aria raises her voice. Adrien and Marinette are able to see her eyes turn a radioactive shade of green (which resembles Chat Noir's eyes very much) and her round pupils narrow like those of a reptile.

Rie grits her teeth, smoke escaping between them. She squeezes the katana a little deeper into the boy's throat before moving back toward Chloe.

The blade becomes malleable in her hands and she fastens around her waist again, sparing no glance at the rest of the class. Not at all sorry.

Marinette breathes a sigh of relief, but soon becomes serious. She needed to fix that mess.

"Okay." Says it out of nowhere and catches everyone's attention. Aria once again hung around her neck. “This day was too weird in just a few minutes, so I need everyone to collaborate.”

Her gaze points mainly to Rie and Alya, who turn their head into a tantrum.

“First, I want an explanation for that.” Hands shake in the air. “What are you doing here in 2022 and who are you?”

Jiàn smiles quietly before getting serious again.

“Our names have already been said, so I'll tell you where we came from.” He takes the liberty to sit on Ms. Bustier's desk, as if he owns the place. “First, we are from the future, as you have already understood. Secondly, we are children of three students in this class.”

The young man turns to Rie, beckoning her to proceed.

"I'm Rie Tsurugi Bourgeois, I have a twin sister named Alice." She turns to Chloe. “We are your daughters with Kagami Tsurugi. I think you two became something last year, 2021, right?” And the blonde nods emphatically. "Three years from now you get married and after five years Alice and I are born."

Chloe hugs the girl, wild feelings in her chest.

“My turn!” Emilie shook herself on the table, Clark, still sleeping, shifted uncomfortably. "My name is Emilie Lois Agreste-Kent and this cute sleeping is my brother, Clark Auguste Agreste-Kent." She notices Marinette's horrified look and sighs in agreement. "I know I know. Our names are one thing... horrible, but they wanted to honor our grandparents...”

The class makes a confused sound and Nathaniel is the fastest to speak up.

“I don't understand.” The voice loud enough just for a quiet room to hear. "Adrien's mother's name is Emilie, Lois may be his mother-in-law's name and Clark the father-in-law's name..." He pauses thoughtfully. “Why Auguste? Shouldn't it be Gabriel?”

At the sound of the name, newcomers, Chloe, Marinette and even Adrien himself react negatively, leaving no doubt of the dislike of the designer.

"Because Gabriel never was and never will be a father to uncle Adrien." Aria replies.

Nino nods in agreement with the girl.

“… Ok, I understand where you come from. But who is Auguste?” He asks. “I don't remember anyone with that name Adrien commented on.”

The blonde gives a bland laugh before looking at the DJ.

"It's because I never speak his name, but you know him... the gorilla."

Nino widens his eyes at the news, but soon understanding dawns on his face. It made sense. The man cared more for Adrien than his own father, who could only look at his belly button.

"Wait!" Alya calls. “Gorilla's name is Auguste?” Adrien nods and she presses her palm over her face. “Oh my god, this is cursed! He doesn't look like an Auguste!”

Emilie releases Adrien to fly over his head.

"I know! I once told him that and he laughed at me!” Her hand movements were wild.

It makes Alya pale.

"He laughed. Adrien's bodyguard laughed. Oh my God."

Lila gets fed up with the situation and decides to return the conversation to where it mattered. She needed to know who Adrien's future wife was, just so she could make sure they never met. With Gabriel's help, of course.

He might have been arrested, but he still had... powers over Adrien.

“We already understood that part, but you never told us who your mother was.”

Emilie freezes in the air, the cheerful, happy air slipping into an empty shell. She sits back behind Adrien, her gaze hard on the Italian.

“Because I don't have a mother.” She responds and Lila had to control the happy smile that wanted to escape. “I have two dads. Adrien Agreste and Jonathan Samuel Kent.”

The air in the room becomes cold after she finishes speaking. Lila never felt as much hatred as she did then.

Adrien was hers. Just hers. Knowing he was married to a man in the future was too much for the girl.

“B-but how? I thought Adrien was straight. We all know he dated Kagami.” Mylene asks.

Adrien frowns at the girl. Not a bit happy.

"I never said I was straight or that Kagami and I were dating." His voice was dry. “Kagami and Chloe have been together since last year, Jon and I have been dating since I was fifteen. Four years ago."

Alya gives Marinette unhappy glances, as if pitying the girl for the news. But in the end, she notices that the brunette was not at all surprised or shaken.

"And about you? Who is your father?” She points to Aria, who raises an eyebrow at her. The mockery in all body expression. "We know you're Marinette's daughter because we heard you call her mother, but you didn't say who your father was."

Aria rolls her eyes and sighs, completely tired of having to deal with these people. They were very ignorant.

"Aria Dupain-Cheng Wayne-" Surprised sighs are heard.

“And Jiàn Dupain-Cheng Wayne. We are children of Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Damian Al-Ghul Wayne. There is Thomas too, but he was with Alfred and the Couffaine siblings when we... traveled back in time.” Jiàn cuts his sister, making a sardonic bow toward Alya.

Marinette was choking as she tried to hold back a scream.

Those were her children! There were three! She and Damian had been together for many, many years! Her heart was beating so fast that she feared everyone in the room would be able to hear.

“… Damian Wayne. Isn't that the name of your boyfriend, Lila?” Juleka says suddenly and everyone looks at the Italian trying to sneak out of the classroom.

She stops, knowing everyone was keeping an eye on her and turning around, her eyes full of tears.

It was time to put on a show.

"M-Marinette!" She sniffs. “How can you go so low stealing my Damiboo from me?! I thought you were better!” The hands cover her face and shoulders begin to shake, as if she’s crying.

"WHA-"

“My God, girl!” Alya shouts angrily as she approaches Lila once more. Alix, Mylene, and Kim did not move from the scene. “Stealing Lila's boyfriend? As if it wasn't enough to be an envious slut-

Jiàn turns the face so fast that Rie can hear the young man's bones crack. The face contorted into a murderous expression.

“I suggest you not finish this sentence, otherwise I will be forced to do something my parents wouldn't approve of.”

Lila pulls her hands away from her face looking at the boy in defiance.

"What? But it's true! First Adrien, now my Damiboo. Your mother is a bitc-” Before Lila could finish the sentence, Jiàn was in front of her. Alya pushed aside, along with the phone that fell to the floor.

His right hand goes straight to Lila's face, squeezing her chin as he forces her to face him. He didn't need to look at the look of horror on her face to know that anger and disgust were clear in his eyes.

“You're an unpleasant person, Lila Rossi.” He says. “Even though you know you have nowhere to run, that you only have those futile idiots to control, you still try to play the wronged good girl.”

Adrien gets up from the chair, Marinette approaches and Chloe too.

“Jiàn, I think-”

Aria puts her hand on Marinette's shoulder, drawing the girl's attention back to her. "No. He won't hurt her... physically.”

“But-” Adrien protests.

“Dad, please. In the future you regret not stopping her before. Let Jiàn do it.” Emilie says seriously. The most serious she had been until that moment.

When Marinette and Adrien steps back, the class sees this as allowing newcomers to do whatever they want, so they run to Lila's rescue. Alya quickly rising from the floor, the phone forgotten.

"Let her go now!" Kim shouts. He tries to hit Jiàn with a punch, but Rie is quick to stop him.

"And why would i do that? Ms. Volpina here, did much worse things helping Hawkmoth.” Lila widens her eyes, the panic clear in her face.

"I-I"

“What was that little fox? No more lies to tell us? Are you afraid because you can no longer use akumas to get rid of difficult situations?” The sarcasm in Jiàn's voice was clear, as was the acidity.

Everyone saw the way Lila stopped trying to defend herself and her gaze became sharp. Malicious. Jiàn took this to get away from the girl. She took the time to straighten her hair and caress her jaw before a blatant smile took over her expression.

Alya felt the ice run down her spine, discomfort rolling in her stomach. She stepped back, trying to create distance.

The class reacting precisely the same.

“Oh? Do you really think I need some old man and cursed butterflies to get what I want?” Rose choked on the way Lila spoke. “Look at what we have here. Come on, look!” She shakes her hands, signaling around them.

“I managed to fool these people for years. YEARS! No one doubting a word of what I was saying. Even with the most trusted person in the class trying to warn of my tricks, they just ignored it. They treated her like trash, they threw her into a corner... They humiliated her.” Mylene cried and Ivan tried to comfort her.

“And I didn't even have to do anything much, just say what they wanted to hear.” There was a victorious smile on the Italian's face. “Hawkmoth was just a tool. I never needed him to get where I got.” She nodded dismissively.

“So, you lied to us all this time?” Alix growls, Kim having to hold her so she doesn't hit Lila.

The Italian raised an eyebrow, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

"Alix, Alix ... You guys were so naive." Lila sighs theatrically. “I mean, dumb. Ignorant. Easy. Fools. I think you were by far the easiest people to manipulate.” She shrugs.

“You… are the worst! I don't believe-” Nathaniel stops and shakes his head violently, trying to deal with the situation.

“Ow, poor thing.” Lila sneers. “Okay, I was a little harsh with my words. It was not entirely your fault. Caline Bustier played a huge part in all this, since without her passivity, I would probably have been discovered much earlier.”

Marinette cringes at the teacher's name.

Caline had gone from being Marinette's favorite teacher to the less pleasant one. The woman's pacifism gave the brunette knots in her stomach. Each time she heard the phrase “be an example to others,” the discomfort washed over her body and all Marinette could think about was running home and sleeping for an entire week.

She knew that Lila's era of terror in her life would not have stretched so long had it not been for Caline Bustier's incompetence. Just with the teacher checking Lila's medical notes to know that everything the girl said she suffered was true would suffice. Then all the other lies would be uncovered, like a crumbling house of cards.

But she never did. Not even when Marinette explicitly expressed her concerns. When Adrien took the courage to confess that he felt bad about Lila being overly sticky. Or when Sabrina wept on the teacher's shoulder that Lila had made mean comments about her mother. And also, when Chloe denounced the Italian for homophobia.

Caline Bustier had been complacent. Never moving a finger to help students. Thus, Lila Rossi's greatest facilitator in Dupont.

“Ms. Bustier has nothing to do with it!” Juleka shouts in distress.

It was the first time they had seen her like that.

Lila rolls her eyes.

"Of course she have! Or do you really think that an adult woman with a master's degree, teacher, who deals with children and teens daily for years, would believe everything you say?” Her voice was annoying. “Please, you deify totally wrong people. Where's the critical sense? No one here can see the world without the pink lenses?!”

As soon as Lila finishes speaking, the room was silent. Rose and Juleka had twin expressions of disbelief, Alya cried silently, Nino tried to find support in Nathaniel who was unsure what to do, Kim along with Alix and Max had angry expressions on their faces, Mylene and Ivan hugged tightly to each other.

Aria with her arms around Marinette, both with expressions of pure boredom. Chloe and Rie had sat at Adrien's desk throughout the confrontation, tired of Lila's villain speech. Jian, already away from the Italian, was arms crossed and raised eyebrow. Adrien was the only one in the second group who was minimally disturbed by Lila's words. Clark slept despite all the confusion and Emilie had stolen the model's phone to play while flying around the room.

Lila had a victorious expression on her face as if the speech had solved all her problems.

Oh man. If only she knew.

"Did you get everything?" Marinette says in the silence of the class and everyone looks at her.

“What-” Lila begins.

"I'm not talking to you." The girl cuts her off, her expression disinterested and voice like steel. “I'm talking to him.” Marinette picks up the phone (which has never left her hands since newcomers showed up in the classroom) and shakes it, showing a video call in progress.

“Of course, حبيبتي (habibat).” The person in the video call answers. A youngster. "We are on our way. Don't let her run away.” The call is cut off and Marinette puts the phone in her hoodie pocket.

She stares at Lila. The cold, deadly eyes. Like a predator about to pounce.

“Of course I won't let it. Not anymore.” There was a dangerous smile on her lips. “It's my time to go after you, Li-la! Change our dynamics. Threatening me in the dark corners of the school is getting outdated, so it's time for prey to become a predator, don't you think?”

Lila senses the danger in the girl's words and steps back without thinking. She keeps a brave expression.

“And what do you think you are going to do? Tell your little friend?” She forces a mocking laugh. “Please, Dupain-Cheng. You know you can't against me. Never could.”

Aria lets go of Marinette and the girl slowly makes her way to the Italian, without breaking eye contact for a second. She was waiting for an opening to be able to make her move.

“Are you sure about that, Lila Agnola Rossi?” Lila doesn't hold her breath at the full name. “Because I have a lot of material against you. Your mother helped us a lot. A nice woman, despite working so hard. She needs to rest, don't you think?”

Marinette stops, less than a foot from the Italian, before leaning further. Warm breath hitting Lila's face with how close they were.

“And she said everything, you know? About how you lied about school being closed by akuma attacks, about being bullied and how your boyfriend Adrien Agreste-“ The boy and Emilie make sounds of disgust. "Are considering asking you to marry at graduation!"

Chloe sneers in the background. Aria, Jiàn and Rie laughing at what she said.

“When you-” Lila's lips were pale and her eyes wide.

Marinette leaps away. A smile bordering the maniac on her face.

“You don't know how surprised she was when we said the school was never closed!” She spins, arms raised to the ceiling. "Or that Adrien Agreste has a boyfriend."

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Lila shouted, advancing on Marinette, only to be held back by the hard look the girl sent toward her.

“Imagine the other surprise she had to learn that her little girl was a compulsive and abusive liar? That the only child she gave birth was lying as she breathed? Lila, Lila. Lying about Jagged was your first mistake, Prince Ali the second. The third was about Ladybug.” Marinette lifts a finger at Alya who reacted to the heroine's name. The girl stops. "Ladybug was not at all happy to hear her name was being dragged through the mud by someone as dirty as you."

Lila swallows hard.

“And sweetie? She wants you to pay. Pay for all the times you helped Hawkmoth and endangered innocent people or badmouthed her kitten.” Chloe laughs at Adrien's red face. “She's a very protective bug, you know? Revengeful too.”

"Is this a threat? Is that it? Ladybug sent you to threaten me?” Lila questions.

Marinette crosses her arms, a dark shadow taking over her blueberry eyes.

"Lila, I don't need Ladybug to take you down." She sighs bored. “Who do you think ended Gabriel Agreste?” The students are surprised. The newcomers sat watching like it was a very good movie. Adrien with the biggest smile ever.

“… You're lying!” Lila shouts. “Gabriel was caught by a… anonymous… report… you?!” The voice trailed off until all that was left was a whisper.

"Me." Marinette smiles.

There was a fire burning in Lila's eyes, her teeth showing, a growl deep in her throat.

"How could you?!" She bites. “You destroyed Adrien's life! How could you do this for the boy you love?!”

"Hey! She didn't destroy my life!” Adrien protests in the background, but no one listens to him.

“Ah, please! You're only annoyed because you learned that it was me who destroyed the collar Adrien was kept on and forced to wear. Or do you really believe we didn't know you and Gabriel had a deal about controlling Adrien?” Lila shivers as if she's been shocked. “We know everything. Everything."

“And you went there and put the only family he had in prison. Congratulations Marinette. You have reached a new low level.”

No one blinks for the next scene.

Marinette stretches her left hand straight to Lila's neck, pulling the girl closer to her.

"You don't open that dirty mouth to talk about family." She growls. “That man was nothing more than a piece of shit. Trash to be thrown away. He was never a father or a decent man. Being arrested was the easiest way out for him, because if I could have the opportunity to get my hands on him, you can be sure that today Adrien would have both parents buried.”

Her voice was piercing. Ice spread through the room. Everyone felt the honesty in the girl's words, no hesitation. Lila clamped her hands on Marinette's wrist, trying in vain to pull away.

She was beginning to be terrified of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

"Let me go." She gasped as she felt the tightness in her neck tighten.

“Adrien hasn't lost a family.” Marinette ignores the girl. Adrien puts Clark in Aria's arms before getting up. He needed to stop that.

“Just now he got one. My parents are keen to make clear what family love really means; Auguste continues to work with him even though he no longer needs it; I taught him what a toxic and abusive relationship was like, how to have siblings and people to support him; Chloe accompanied him for weekly therapy; Kagami and Luka distracted him from panic attacks; Sabrina helped him understand what sexual harassment was. We were all there when he spent weeks locked in his room crying thinking he had no one else. We introduce him to what a family is. And surprise, he's much happier now.” Marinette lets go of Lila's throat and the girl swallowed huge amounts of air.

"He's much better off living in a bakery than in a ghost-filled mansion and empty rooms with people who only knew how to exploit him."

As soon as Marinette finishes talking, Adrien hugs the girl and then the door opens.

“We're here, Minette!” Sabrina's cheerful voice tears the oppressive silence of the room. "And I brought company."

Everyone turned to look at Sabrina and found a lot more people at the door than they thought.

“Dad, Damian, Jon and Kagami have come! Lu and Bruce are there at the office talking to the Director and Ms. Rossi.”

As soon as the five enter the room, Aria rushes into Damian's arms. “بابا! (baba!) You're cuter than 妈妈 (māmā) at this age!”

“… You two are grounded.” It's the only thing Damian says, pointing to Jiàn who was approaching.

“Dad!” Emilie squeals at Jonathan, who just smiles in confusion. “Oh my god, he's so cute! Did you see, papa ?!” She yells at Adrien who hides the red face on Marinette's shoulder.

The girl laughs at him patting his back.

"マ マ (mama)." Rie says respectfully as Kagami looks at her and Chloe sitting at the table.

"... I'm feeling a headache coming." Roger mutters before putting Agent Raincomprix's face and looking at Lila. “Ms. Rossi, I need you to come with me. We have some questions to ask.”

Lila shakes her head in refusal.

"No. I have nothing to talk to you about. Nothing."

Roger sighs. “If you do not come for good, you will come for bad. I really don't want to use force with you.”

"I do not care! I won't go with you!” Lila’s voice rose two octaves. She was starting to get hysterical.

“Ms. Rossi.”

"No! I'm not—” Lila rolls her eyes closed before falling hard to the floor. Marinette stood behind her, the hand with fingers pressed together and the thumb bent. Like a knife.

She relaxes her posture and smiles innocently.

“To avoid more drama.”

Damian sighs. “حبيبتي (habibat).”

She continues to smile innocently.

First Hawkmoth, then Gabriel and now Lila. That was a great way to close a chapter in Marinette's life.

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Karama (Part 3) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Male Human/Male Dragon Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Gay Monster, Dragon, Reader Insert, Gay Reader, OkCryptid Content Warning: Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Size Difference

Commissioned by @obviousmystery​! Karama finally gets up the courage to host a cocktail party for the literature community and makes and important announcement. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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A year with Karama had gone by like a dream, and your first book was selling like hotcakes. Karama, on the other hand, had taken a sabbatical from writing for his own mental wellness and to enjoy his time with you. He had far and away plenty of money that taking a year off wouldn’t affect his lifestyle all that much; on the contrary, Lamieta said that the first book after his sabbatical would be wildly popular.

Currently, he was excited for his first ever cocktail party. He’d been working up to it all year, having small gatherings and dinner parties with close friends and family, but this would be the first time he’d be inviting a large group of people he’d spoken to but never met before, people who were also part of the literary community. Writers, editors, publishing house executives, that sort of thing. He’d billed it as your debut party, but there was something he wasn’t telling you.

“I have a very important announcement to make during the party,” He kept saying, but he wouldn’t tell you what it was.

“What is it?” You asked. “You have to tell me what it is, I’m your boyfriend.”

“No! It’s a secret!” He said, bounding around playfully.

“How old are you, again?” You asked as he lay on his back, running his legs in the air.

“Don’t worry about it,” He said. “Did you send all the invites?”

“Yes, I sent all the invites,” You said for the hundredth time. “Try not to obsess. You’ll get wrinkles.”

He righted himself, raising his forepaw and looking at his stomach and legs, which were all scales. “Where?”

“Are you really not going to tell me the secret announcement?” You asked him, getting up and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Really, really?”

“Really really,” He said, pulling his neck up so that you were dangling from it. He then carried you to the bed nest and settled you down in it. “It’s a secret from everyone, including you. What good would it be to tell you? You’ll tell your moms, and then all your friends, and they’ll put it on social media, and then what was the point of it being a secret?”

“So you’re saying only Lamieta knows? That’s no fair.” Your eyes widened suddenly. “Wait!” You said, jumping to your feet. “Babe! Are you going to reveal yourself as Elliot Ritter publicly? I know you’d been thinking about it, but is this party going to be the big reveal? That’s huge!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He said, gently knocking you back down into the bed and pulling off your pajama bottoms.

“What are you doing down there, big guy?” You asked as he carefully maneuvered a toothy fang around the elastic of your underwear and pulled it off, too.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He asked, his long, thin tongue wrapping around your shaft, tickling your sack with the tip of it. “I’m distracting you.”

You groaned as you felt yourself growing hard on his tongue. “This is only a momentary diversion, mister,” You said breathlessly.

“I only need a moment,” He said, snickering.

“I certainly hope that’s not true,” You replied, shoving him playfully and trying to get away by throwing pillows at his head.

“C’mere, you,” He said, pouncing on you and snugging you in. You’d gotten used to the coolness of his scaly skin, and at the beginning of the relationship, you’d thought his skin was quite hard, but his scales were actually sort of velvety to the touch, like chick down. It was so nice to snuggle against, although your flannel stuck to it sometimes. “If I do that thing you like, will you give me a good brush down?”

“Tell me the secret and I will,” You countered.

“Oh, well, no thing-you-like for you,” He said sadly.

“You get over here,” You said. Despite the fact that he was twice as long as you, you had learned how to flip him in your time together. You surprised him and he fell on his back with an oof.

The nice thing about living with a boyfriend who didn’t wear clothes is that there was no need to undress him when the two of you were in the mood. All you had to do was press gently on the slit that hid his cock, and it sprung right out. Though disproportionately small for his actual size, it was still pretty big.

There was a small jar of lube that you kept in a bedside table where you lay your wallet, watch, and glasses for the night. As he lay there and watched, you took a big scoop and began running it up and down his organ with your hands, slicking it down. He groaned appreciatively.

You climbed up on his stomach, which he assured you many times didn’t bother him in the slightest, and angled yourself over him, slowly easing yourself down onto him. You furrowed your brow as he stretched you, your own cock bobbing and twitching. With one hand braced on his belly and the other on your own length, you started to bounce slowly on top of him. He made a purring sound like a diesel engine idling and his eyes squinted closed.

You could feel him pulsing inside you, and you squeezed him back and stopped moving. He grunted.

“Are you going to tell me?” You asked.

He huffed. “No!”

“Well, I guess we’re at a stalemate, then, because I’m not moving,” You said, crossing your arms.

“You make me want to do terrible, terrible things to you,” He said seductively.

“Like what?” You countered.

“Like this!” He grabbed you and pulled you down so your bodies were flush and thrust up into you, making you gasp. He was well-practiced at this point in how rough he could be with you before you were uncomfortable, and boy, he was exploiting that knowledge right now. Your mouth hung open and your brow furrowed as he rammed into you, finding that sweet spot and hitting it just right to make your brain melt.

“Not… fair…” You gasped as he continued. He grinned wickedly. You were glad he wasn’t as sheepish as he was when you first met him, but you didn’t like that he knew how to use his new-found confidence against you in inopportune times. Such as right now.

You could feel yourself getting close, and before you could open your mouth to say so, you felt yourself release between the two of you, leaving you gaping like a fish. He stood up abruptly on his hind legs, taking you with him, and held you in his forepaws as he got out of the nest and onto the tile floor of the bedroom. He sped up, then roared lowly, pulling you up and off of him as he came all over the floor. There was a lot. There usually was.

He fell to his side, carefully shielding you from the impact on the ground, and lay there for a few minutes, recovering.

“Ha,” You said vaguely, pointing a hand weakly. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”

He snorted. “Mmhmm,” He replied with his eyes closed. “Sure you do, hon.”

“We should clean that up before the roomba gets in here.”

“I don’t know why you bought that thing. It doesn’t like me.”

You snickered. “Just because it bumps into you whenever you’re in the same room with it doesn’t mean it doesn’t like you. You just take up a lot of space.”

Karama grumbled but set you back into the bed-nest. As he got a towel from the bathroom, you took the wet wipes from your table to clean yourself. When the two of you were done, he got back in the nest and covered you with your blanket.

“So, are you going to tell me now?” You asked sleepily.

“No,” He replied emphatically. “Now go to sleep.”

“How am I going to sleep with this huge secret thing hanging over my head?” You asked indignantly.

“Babe, the party is tomorrow,” He said dryly. “You can wait until then.”

“I’m going to be grumpy until then,” You said.

“You’ll survive, I’m sure,” He replied. “Now sleep.”

The next day was pretty hectic. Last minute preparations were underway. Your moms and Lamieta were already there, helping set up. Karama’s older sister, Kaer, was also there. She was much like Karama, only a lovely rose gold color with lavender eyes and horns.

You’d only met her once before on Karama’s birthday. She was nice, if a little blunt. She was a traditional dragon, living with her hoard and children in a cave in the mountains. Her children were old enough now to guard the hoard alone so that she could go off whenever she liked.

“A little to the left, Kaer,” Karama was saying. Kaer was jumping from the perches in Karama’s main room, hanging decorative lanterns from them. “Perfect. That looks great.”

“I’m still confused as to the point of this party thing, but I’m happy you’re happy,” She said.

“It’s for my love!” Karama said. “It’s his debut party. His second book should be coming out soon and I wanted to introduce him to the industry properly.”

“And it’s a lovely gesture,” Your mom Milena said. She came up and kissed Karama’s cheek. “This is wonderful, baby. You’re so sweet to our little boy.”

“Why does he need a debut? When dragon children are ready to leave the hoard, we just kick them out and tell them to find their own cave,” Kaer said, shrugging.

“Ha!” Praiyasha said, pointing at Kaer approvingly. “See, that’s a tradition I can appreciate.”

“Lizards,” Karama said, shaking his head. Milena laughed and patted his head.

“You’re a lizard, too, you dope,” Kaer said, tackling her brother.

“Hey, hey! Not in the house!” Karama said. “We just got done fixing this place up!”

“It was nice before!” Kaer said, standing back up. “What’s wrong with the way it was?”

“You just don’t understand,” Karama groused.

“You’re right, I don’t!” She retorted. “This seems like a waste of time. And I don’t know why you’re so worked up over it.”

“It has to be perfect!” He said. “Everything has to be perfect. Tonight is very important!”

You smiled at him and shook your head. He was more excitable than you’d ever seen him, and understandably. It had been a dream of his to open his home to friends and family, and he was always too shy to do it. It took your and Lamieta’s urging to get him to this point, and you were excited for him.

The guests began to arrive, and Karama was a little overwhelmed at first, but he opened up as the night went on. Lamieta had hired a caterer and waitstaff crew to work for the night, and they knew what they were doing, weaving through the crowd, serving wine and hors d'oeuvres. Everything was going smoothly, but Karama still seemed nervous.

“What’s going on, babe?” You asked him during a private moment. “You’ve been on edge all night. Is it the announcement that’s got you all twisted up?”

“Yes,” He sighed. “I’m not sure when I should do it. And I’m nervous about speaking in front of everyone. I’ve never spoken in front of this many people before.”

“You’ll be fine,” You said. “You got this. And I’ll be with you the whole time.”

“I want to formally announce you to the room,” He said. “As a courtesy.”

“You don’t have to do that,” You said. “I’ve been mingling and introducing myself. A lot of people recognized me from the picture on the first book.”

“I know, but this is a debut,” He argued.

“You didn’t have a debut,” You said.

“I did, actually, I just didn’t go to it,” He admitted. “Lamieta went as my representative.”

“You didn’t even go to your own debut?” You said. “That’s a shame. Tonight is for both of us, then.”

“Yes,” Karama said, smiling. “It is.”

“Come on,” You said, taking his ear. “Let’s go back out.”

Karama followed you back out and began following you around the room as you mingled with the guests. He was quiet at first, but he opened up and started chatting and laughing. You were glad he was beginning to relax.

About two hours in, Lamieta got Karama’s attention and the two of them disappeared for a few moments. You smiled and assumed they were getting ready to make the announcement.

Sure enough, Lamieta reappeared and took a glass from a tray. Taking a small spoon, he began to tap the side of the glass.

“If I could have your attention!” He called. “Attention please!”

The room quieted and everyone looked toward him.

“Many of you know me as Lamieta, the editor for the amazing Elliot Ritter,” Lamieta began. “As his representative, I regret to inform you that he will not be attending.”

There were some sounds of disappointment, but it looked as if most people weren’t surprised by this. After all, “Elliot Ritter” had never attended a party in his career.

“However, I would like to take this opportunity to thank our host, who has graciously opened his home and allowed us to welcome a new writer into our community. Karama, please come out and greet the guests.”

There was clapping and Karama appeared next to Lamieta, sitting primly and attempting to appear smaller than he was.

“A toast to Karama for hosting this beautiful party,” Lamieta said, raising his glass. “To Karama!”

“To Karama!” The crowd echoed.

“To Karama!” You said, raising your own glass. Karama smiled shyly at you.

“Thank you all for coming,” Karama said. His voice was a little shaky but he spoke loudly enough for the room to hear him. “As most of you are aware, this party is to honor a new writer and my boyfriend, who I’m incredibly proud of.” He called your name. “Could you join me up here?”

You smiled as people turned toward you and set your glass down on a table, heading up to the front of the room with Karama as the room clapped for you, several wishing you congratulations on your new book. You shook a few hands as you passed.

“We have been together for a year now. I’m afraid I deceived him when we first began speaking; I pretended to be my friend Lamieta, not sure if he would accept me as a dragon,” Karama said soberly, looking at you with an affectionate gaze. “Thankfully, he understood. And in what I can only attribute to a lapse in judgement, he decided to stay with me.”

There was some tittering laughter in the crowd, and you smirked at him.

“I’m very lucky to have found him,” Karama said, his voice wavering. “So much so that I decided to host a party just to ask him a question.”

The smile faded from your face as your mouth fell open. He didn’t… he wasn’t…

Lamieta handed Karama a small box, tiny in his large claws, and Karama got down to eye level with you, holding it out.

It was as if all the air had gotten sucked out of your lungs and you couldn’t breathe. You put a hand on your forehead and you heard several people gasp, including your mothers.

Karama said your full name, as if chanting a prayer. “I love you more than my entire hoard, and I’d give it all away to be with you. Will you marry me?” He offered the box for you to take.

You struggled to keep the tears out of your eyes as you reached out a shaking hand for the box. Inside, there was a beautiful ring, carved whole from a large emerald, completely smooth and the perfect size for your finger. You slipped it on.

“Yes,” You whispered, barely able to breathe. You gulped in air and said more loudly, “Yes!”

The room erupted in cheers and applause, and your mothers rushed forward. You hugged Karama around the neck and sobbed into his scales. He embraced you and lifted you up.

The debut party evolved into an engagement party, and you suddenly understood why he had been so nervous. You’d have been a wreck, too, if you’d known.

After the party wound down, the waitstaff were cleaning up, and you, Karama, Lamieta, and your families were taking down decorations.

“We’ll have to find you a ring,” You said to Karama during a rest. “I don’t know where we’ll find an emerald your size, though.”

“He laughed. “I don’t need a ring. Your promise is enough.”

Kaer nodded. “Rings are a custom for creatures with fingers.” She held up her claws and wiggled them. “To a dragon, promises are worth more than a hoard. A promise is a contract between two souls and therefore priceless. When the two of you marry, the oath you make will render his hoard basically worthless to him. You will be his hoard from that moment onward. It’s all very involved and expensive. It’s why I vowed never to marry. I’m not giving up my hoard to some uppity male who thinks he’s important.”

Karama snickered. “It’s the truth, though. If I had to give up all this,” He gestured at his house, which he had poured his hoard into. “To be with you, I’d do it and I wouldn’t regret it.”

“Where would we live, if you did that?” You said, laughing.

“Once we’re married, I’d live in a box, if you told me to,” He said.

“Well, thankfully, I don’t want to live in a box,” You replied. “I’m happy here with you.”

The two of you were married by the following spring. You got to meet his nieces and nephews at the wedding, which was held on the mountain where he and his sister had been born. They were apparently clutch mates. The wedding was small but tasteful, with only family and close friends there. Lamieta and his husband were there, along with the little girl they’d adopted. Seeing them with a child gave you your own ideas, but you didn’t want to rush things. You were still trying to get used to the idea that you were a husband now. Other things could wait.

Karama did allow Lamieta to announce that “Elliot Ritter” had married, but only in a small editorial piece that didn’t mention dates or names. He was worried that any change to his public persona would damage his sales, but his readers largely found the fact that Ritter was finally married sweet and romantic.

The two of you settled into married life, making love, writing books, and being happy. And to think, it all started with an app.

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A regretful Wolf and his Beauty

Chapter Five

Beast!Rex x Fem!reader.

Summary: As punishment for his actions, young prince Rex was cursed to become a monster by a witch. The only thing that saved him from his fate was an enchantress, who gave him a condition. He has to find true love in order to redeem himself and he only has until the last petal of the enchanted rose falls. Rex's family helps you by guiding your way into his heart. Rex's fate now lies in your hands.

A/N: Hey, this is a collaborative fic between myself and @ahsokatano-thetogruta. 

Warnings: feeling of anxiety, treating an injury, fear, self hatred.

Rex, Cody, Obi Wan and the four kids leave the room, Rex is still embarrassed about walking on all fours but it's not too bad. "Where should we go first?" Rex asks nervously. 

"We'll start by checking the rooms, someone's bound to be looking for you up here." Cody tells him, shuffling forward. Rex feels guilty everytime he sees his Ori'Vod's new form, he's trying not to feel guilty since Cody told him that it wasn't his fault, but it's hard. "Okay, let's go." They move forward, heading to the room right next to Rex's. There's no one in there.

Rex stifles a yawn, it's starting to be night time. He already didn't get much sleep last night, so he's exhausted. But he doesn't tell anyone, he can keep going. "Rex!!" Rex startles, hearing a deeper voice call out his name. He turns to see an adult suit of armor running down the hall towards him.

The suit has tatters of clothes on it, a brown cloth on it's head, and a footstool running and yipping behind him. It stops right in front of Rex. "Rex!! Are you okay, we've all been looking everywhere for you." The suit of armor tries to hug him but Rex flinches back, not knowing who it is.

Obi Wan and Cody realize what's going on, but before they can say anything Anakin beats them to it. "Wait, you don't recognize me? I'm your best friend." Anakin asks sadly, he's drooping now and feels like he would cry if he could. Rex's eyes widen, he looks at the suit of armor over again. Realizing the resemblance and that the tatters of clothes are, in fact, Anakin's.

"Anakin!!?" Rex shouts, staring at his best friend in shock. Rex is about the same size as the now armored adult Anakin while standing, or an inch or two taller. "What!!! Wait, Are you older?"

Anakin chuckles nervously. "Yeah, we still don't know why. And it's only physically, I still feel like a kid on the inside." Anakin looks back over his shoulder at the nervous angel hovering just behind him. "Padmé is here as well."

Everyone is confused about where she might be. "It's alright Padmé, you don't have to hide." Anakin encourages her to come out from where she was hiding behind him. The others gasp in surprise. She is smaller and she still looks human, except her body is made out of porcelain.

"Padmé, it is you." Rex looks at her dress, noticing it is the same one she was wearing at the party. 

"Yeah, the only thing that's really changed is that I look older, like how Anakin looks older but he's still the same inside." She smiles back at him, glad that they are in this together.

"As long as you are okay. I'm so sorry that this has happened." Rex feels a pang of guilt inside of him.

"Anakin told me what happened, this was never your fault. It's the witch's." She sounds annoyed that someone could do such a thing and then blame it on someone else, saying that it's their fault. 

"Thank you, though I still feel somewhat responsible." 

Padmé floats over to Rex and places her tiny porcelain hand on the side of his face. "We promise that we'll help you through this. You've helped us so much as well so it's the least we can do." She smiles at him and then floats back to Anakin, then she decides to sit down on the edge of footstool Artoo.

Anakin walks a little closer to Rex, slowly as not to make Rex feel uncomfortable "So can I give you that hug now?" Cody and Obi Wan watch the interaction between the two, neither of them had even thought to explain Anakin's predicament to Rex. 

Rex nods shyly, him and Anakin would give hugs to each other all the time, Anakin was considered family among the Royals, but Rex isn't sure why Anakin would want to hug him in this form.

Rex leans against the wall, standing to make it easier for Anakin to hug him. The Knight doesn't wait, wrapping his arms around the young werewolf. He squeezes tightly, pulling away only to give his best friend and brother a keldabe kiss. It takes Rex a few moments to get up the courage to hug his friend back, smiling. His tail starts wagging, thumping against the wall.

"What happened here?" Anakin asks, spotting the burn on Rex's arm.

Rex chuckles as poor Fives looks so guilty. "Me and my brothers did a group hug… we may have forgotten about Fives' hands being candles." Anakin chuckles, as Obi Wan and Cody continue to watch. 

Anakin and the kids have all helped Rex with this, and he them. Cody doesn't know how to fix this, the witch never gave them a way to break the curse, so it's very likely that it's permanent. He can't bear the thought of everyone being stuck in these forms for the rest of their lives. 

And how is Rex supposed to run the kingdom, if anyone outside of the castle sees him like this, they will hunt him down. The very thought would bring tears to Cody's eyes if he had them. "Is everything okay, Cody?" The desk turns to see Obi Wan looking at him, he's sure that if Obi Wan had a face he would be deeply concerned.

"I…" Cody hesitates for a moment. He doesn't want to burden his boyfriend with his worries right now. "I'm fine, Sweetheart" He tries to sound convincing, but Obi Wan can tell that something is bothering him, but he doesn't push him to say something he doesn't want to say.

"Okay, if there's anything you need to talk about, I'll be here for you, Cody." He places a comforting hand on Cody, seeming as he can't smile he may as well find another way to comfort his lover.

Cody tries his best to lean into the touch "Thank you, I appreciate it." He turns to the rest of the group. "Right, we need to go and find Kix now to help treat Rex's burn."

Everyone agrees and begins to search the castle again for Kix. Artoo pads around everyone, jumping happily and wanting someone to play with him. He goes to Anakin and whines by his feet. Anakin chuckles. "We can't play right now, Boy, but I'll give you lots of attention later, okay?" The little footstool barks in delight, making Anakin smile.

They've all been walking for a few minutes and Rex hears some people calling out his name. His ears perk up instantly at the familiar name and he lifts nose into the air, listening carefully. "What is it, Rex'ika?" Cody asks, seeing that something had grabbed Rex's attention all of a sudden. He hears his name again and he instantly recognizes their voices. "It's Kix and Jesse." 

Everyone is surprised at how much Rex's senses have heightened being a werewolf. They walk further down the corridor, Kix and Jesse's voices are now in earshot. The group walks up to one of the few guest bedroom’s the castle has, hearing Kix and Jesse inside. They all walk in, Artoo trotting behind them, sniffing everything. Artoo starts barking as everyone sees a pen walk out from under the bed. “Rex!! Are you oka-!” Artoo goes running at Kix before anyone can stop him, the pen’s eyes widen. “AUGH!!! No. No no no!!!” He screams, floating as fast as he can away from the footstool.

Everyone watches in horror as the puppy turned footstool chases the floating pen all around the room, Anakin runs and grabs Kix into his metal hands just before Artoo pounces on him. “Artoo, No!! Bad dog, Kix is not a toy! You okay, Kix?” He asks the pen in his hands, who’s clearly tired and… out of breath? After his ordeal. “I… I’m fine.”

“What the kriff is going on!” Everyone turns to see a piece of paper folded into the shape of a human walking out of the large closet, looking at them. “Jesse!” Rex yells just before Artoo growls menacingly, Jesse sees Kix in Anakin’s hands. Realizing what must have happened he yelps, running as fast as he can to Rex, who gently picks up the paper man. 

The young werewolf sits down with his paper cousin cupped carefully in his hands, it was difficult holding him with one hand while on four legs.. “Rex!!! They found you!” Jesse sounds excited, but he doesn’t have a face to show it.

“Yeah, Obi Wan and Cody found me.” Rex smiles happily, although he’s interested in what his older cousin has done to himself. “You folded yourself into a paper doll? Nice!” The thirteen year old tells him, Jesse nods. “Yeah, I also have plans for Kix to draw some details on me, but we decided to wait until later.” Jesse doesn’t mention why they waited, not wanting his younger cousin to feel bad. 

But Rex knows exactly why they waited, his ears press against the back of the head sadly and he can’t hold back the whine. His tail wraps around his legs tightly as his whole body droops in sadness.

Jesse places one of his hands on Rex’s finger, rubbing it soothingly. “It's fine Rex, we were all worried about you. No one minded looking for you at all, besides, I only thought of it and asked Kix about an hour ago, so it’s not like I was waiting long.” Rex smiles, bringing Jesse up to his face and nuzzling him. 

“Wait, why are the kids here?” Kix asks, noticing the younger kids standing on Cody. 

"They got worried about Rex so they came to look for him as well." Cody says with a little sigh. "But they did help Rex to feel better, telling him that being in this form doesn't scare them. And they are right." He wants to smile at the kids atop of him. "After all Rex, you are still our brother." Rex smiles, his ears perked back up from the feeling of his older brother snuggling up into his fur.

Kix smiles at the both of them and then sees the burn mark on his arm, so he rushes over to check on Rex. "Kriff! What happened?" He looks around at everyone with an annoyed look because no one told him sooner about the burn than now. He can see that the wound is fresh, telling him that it hasn't happened long ago. As he looks around at everyone, he sees Fives with a clearly nervous look on his face, still feeling guilty as he wrings his candle hands around each other nervously. 

"Don't worry about it Kix, it was only an accident. Me and Stutter were having a hug, so when Echo, Kiara and Fives joined in, the candle on Fives' hand burned me. But it's okay, it wasn't his fault." Rex explains, hoping that Kix would understand and wouldn't get too mad.

"Ah I see, I'm sorry that I overreacted, Fives" he smiles apologetically and looks over at Fives, hoping that Fives will understand that it's just his natural instincts as a doctor to do what's best for the health of other people, especially those close to him. 

"It's okay, Kix. You are a doctor after all, so I don't blame you for being worried about your cousin having an injury." Fives rubs the back of his neck. "I guess we're just all a bit stressed right now."

"Yeah, I don't know how I can treat this wound properly without having hands…" he looks around at everyone, most of them don't have hands except Obi Wan and Anakin but they are fully armoured, and there's Padmé but she is too fragile.

Jesse jumps up from where he was cuddling Rex's fur, who whines a little at the absence of his big brother hugging him. "I can always help you?" Kix turns to look at Jesse. 

"That would be great, thank you Vod. Though you won't be able to use the burn ointment in case you get wet and rip." Jesse feels sad, wanting to frown but he doesn't have a face, remembering that he's only made out of paper, so he feels a bit vulnerable.

"I c-c-can h-help with t-that p-p-part." The little paintbrush suggests, now floating above Cody. Kix smiles.

"That would be very helpful, thank you Stutter." Kix thanks his younger cousin. Rex smiles, happy that his family are being so kind to him, even though he looks like a monster. "How about we go and get you fixed up, Rex?"

"Yes, thank you." He winces at the thought of the pain on his arm. "Let's go." Everyone heads out of the room, Jesse sitting on Rex's head, holding onto one of his ears and Kix is standing with the kids on Cody. 

Neither of the two older cousins say anything about Rex walking on four legs, and Rex is very grateful for it. "How are you doing Rex?" Jesse asks, making Rex flinch. His cousin is right next to his ear, and his hearing has become much better so Jesse speaking was painful.

"Jesse! Be careful! Rex has better hearing now, and you're right next to his ear. You just hurt him." Kix tells his twin sharply, who slides down to Rex's shoulder. "Sorry Rex, is this better." Rex nods. "Yeah, it was only because you were right beside my ear."

"Good, now how are you doing? Me and Kix both saw how scared you were when you ran out of the ballroom." Rex's ears press against his head, remembering what the witch had said to him. "I… I don't know." He whispers, not knowing what to say. 

"I… I'm scared, and I feel so guilty." Jesse rubs Rex's shoulder softly, he hates that Rex feels guilty. His cousin did nothing wrong at all. "I already told you, Rex. There's no one to blame but that witch." Cody tells him again, and Rex wants to believe him, he really does. But he can't.

"I know, and I'm trying to believe you Cody. But it's hard, I can't stop thinking about what Ventress said." Anakin walks over, placing a hand on Rex's shoulder. " Cody's right. She lied, I could sense it with the force, Rex. None of this is your fault, and none of us will stop telling you that until you believe it." Everyone nods at Anakin's words, they will not let Rex believe that he's the reason this happened.

Rex nods, smiling at everyone. He loves his family, he's so glad that they aren't mad at him, even though he's mad at himself. "Rex!" Everyone freezes as they hear Rex's name called, they walk towards Kix's office to see a floating mop, followed by a floating frying pan carrying a turquoise teacup in it.

"Rex, there you are!" The mop floats over to the group, and Rex realizes who it is. "Waxer?" The mop does its best to make a nodding motion, moving the stick in a weird rubbery way that it should not be able to do. "Yep, it's good to see you, Rex. Me and Boil were worried about you." Waxer gestures to the frying pan. Rex is happy to see his 17 year old cousin’s, and one year old Numa. he does feel bad that they had to come looking for him.

"Thanks! You… you didn't have to come looking for me." The pan fly's up. "Do one of you mind holding Numa for a few minutes? I'd like to be able to look at Rex." Obi Wan walks over, carefully taking the fragile baby teacup from the pan. The little teacup giggles. 

After Obi Wan takes Numa, Boil sits up on his handle. Just like Kix he has a face, even a scratch shaped like his mustache. He flies closer to Rex, inspecting the kid's face. Rex's ears press against the back of his head as his cousin looks him over. "Ventress really changed you! Didn't she." Rex feels fear and sadness, thinking that Boil is saying that he's ugly.

"Boil! Why the Kriff are you being so rude!" The mop yells at him as the group looks at him angrily, the pan just realized exactly what he had said, and how it must have sounded to Rex.

Boil's eyes widen. "Oh, no. I didn't mean to sound rude, I'm just disgusted because that witch thinks she can do this to you and get away with it." Boil's eyebrows knit together in anger at even the thought of Ventress, but his expression turns softer when he looks at Rex again. "I'm sorry Rex." He feels a little guilty as Rex looks sad and hurt.

"It's alright, Boil. I know what you mean now, she has turned me into a monster." He frowns at the thought, still wondering why nobody hates him now because of how he looks. Waxer hates that Rex just called himself that, so he floats his way over to Rex to give him a hug. Well, it's more just that he's pressing himself into the fur on Rex. 

Rex gently places an arm around Waxer, hugging his cousin back. "Yeah, everyone keeps saying that and I believe them. But...even just having to walk on all fours makes me feel like an animal. Like I'm not myself anymore…"

"Everything will be okay, we'll figure this out." Waxer presses himself more into Rex before pulling away and floating back to his daughter, who's sitting contently in Obi Wan's hands, looking sleepy like she needs a nap. "Hey Boil, I think we should go and take Numa to bed." Boil nods and heads over, seeing his sleepy one year old niece dozing off in Obi Wan's hands. Waxer uses a soft voice when speaking to Numa to keep her slightly awake but not disturbing her too much "C'mon, Lil'un. Let's go and get you into bed." 

Obi Wan gently places her on Boil's back. "We'll see you both later." Waxer nods again and the two brothers float away. 

"Right Rex, let's go and treat that wound, shall we?" Rex nods and Kix leads the way to his medical office. There's medical supplies all over the place, Kix hadn't gotten to organizing his things yet, and he probably won't now. He looks around, flying over and finding the burn ointment. 

"Can someone.. uh… can someone please come grab this for me." The poor pen is so embarrassed, Kix keeps forgetting that he doesn't have hands. "Of course." Obi Wan says, walking over and picking up the ointment. He grabs Kix as well, carrying the two over and setting them on Cody.

"Do you mind also grabbing some bandages." Obi Wan nods, digging through a crate and grabbing them. He also sets them on Cody. "You okay with me setting these on you, Cyare.” He asks, feeling bad for not asking the first time. Cody does his best to nod.

"Of course I'm okay with you setting them on me, it's fine, Sweetheart." Obi Wan nods, stroking Cody's scar… or the mark that looks like his scar. "Okay, Rex, can you please come over here. Let's get you all fixed up." Rex walks over, Jesse's still on his shoulder, he sits down beside Cody. "Okay, do you mind applying the ointment, Stutter." The paint brush nods, dipping his bristles into the ointment and flying over to Rex.

"Sorry Rex, this is going to sting." Kix warns him, and Rex braces himself. He growls as soon as Stutter starts brushing it on, clenching his teeth against the pain.

He feels a comforting hand on his back, turning to see Obi Wan behind him. Cody presses against Rex's leg, trying to give his Rex'ika some sort of comfort. He hates seeing his little brother in pain.

"There, all done." Stutter pulls away as soon as Kix says that, and Rex sighs in relief as the pain starts to minimize. "Now can you wrap his arm up, Obi Wan?" The Knight nods, grabbing the bandages and carefully wrapping up the young wolf's arm. 

Obi Wan makes sure to be very gentle, not wanting to hurt Rex. He's careful not to rip out any fur while wrapping up Rex's arm. "There, is it too tight? I didn't rip out or pull any fur, did I." 

Rex shakes his head. "No, it feels good." Kix flies up to check it over, looking closely at the bandages. "It looks good, nice job Obi Wan." The Knight nods, happy to have helped.

"Okay, are we good to head to the ballroom? Hopefully Waxer and Boil spread the word of finding Rex to everyone." Rex plays with his tail nervously again, he really doesn't want to go into the ballroom. It's going to be crowded, and he really doesn't want a bunch of people staring at him.

"Do we have to?" Rex asks quietly, Cody shuffles a little, turning towards him. Everyone can tell that he's scared. "It's going to be fine, Rex'ika. No one's mad, everyone's going to be so relieved that you're okay." Rex sighs, nodding.

"Okay, are we going to be making food soon? I'm hungry, do you guys even eat?" Everyone looks at each other, they never even thought about the fact that no one's eaten in hours. And the only one who noticed was Rex.

"Well, it does make sense, we're all objects. But Rex should have eaten a while ago, we are getting him some food as soon as we're done in the ballroom."  Obi Wan tells everyone. They all agree, it does make sense, besides, some of them don’t have mouths to eat with anyway.

"Please don't make me go…" Rex whimpers, his fears are getting the better of him. Cody turns to everyone. "Can you all step outside for a moment, I need to talk to Rex alone." They all nod, and everyone walks or floats out. They're all worried for Rex, Padme carries little Stutter onto Anakin's shoulder to rest, it's way past the four year olds bedtime. 

Once everyone is out, Cody turns to Rex. The young werewolf is hugging himself tightly, tears in his eyes and his tail is wrapped tightly around his legs. 

Rex looks up when Cody has shuffled closer up to him, his heavy tears nearly spilling out with just the slight movement of his head "Please, Bubby. Don't make me go down." Cody's heart shatters, hating seeing his Rex'ika look so afraid. 

He shuffles around Rex, allowing the boy turned werewolf to lean into him and tries his best to give Rex a hug by leaning into him. Rex's sobs echoed throughout the room, the feeling of anxiety and fear eating away at him with each passing second. "Shh, it's alright, Rex'ika. No one is going to be mad at you, or even afraid of you for that matter." Rex wipes his eyes a little and sniffles, his ears pressed back against his head. 

"Why wouldn't they be?" Rex looks up at his big brother with watery eyes.

"We are your family. We would never abandon you, so when you need our help,  we'll all be here for you. No matter what, okay?" Cody's smile isn't visible, but it's there. Rex nods his head and then his tail starts to wag again, making him feel embarrassed. He's going to have to get used to that. "It's okay, Rex'ika. You don't have to be nervous." 

"I know, I'm just really happy to have such a great big brother like you, Bubby." He wraps his arms around Cody in a thankful hug. "You're welcome, Rex'ika. It's what brothers are for." Rex presses his forehead against the top of Cody, near his scar. He's grateful to have his brother there to help him out.

“Are you ready to go now, Rex’ika. As soon as we’re done we’ll get you some food, then you’re going to bed. I can see how exhausted you are.” Rex nods, getting on all fours. “Can you, Obi Wan and Anakin help me figure out how to walk on two feet please. I hate walking like this.” Cody nods. “Of course Rex’ika. Tomorrow we’ll help you, but I probably won’t be much help.”

Rex nuzzles his cheek against the side of Cody, ignoring the roughness of the wood. “I don’t care, I just want you there, Bubby.” Cody would be smiling at his little brother if he could. “Of course. But you might want to stop nuzzling me, you might get a splinter in your cheek, Rex’ika.” Cody jokes, and feels a warmness where his heart would be when he hears his baby brother chuckle for the first time since before being cursed.

“I don’t care.” Rex whispers, making Cody laugh. “You will when we have to pull it out.” Rex smiles, he stops nuzzling cody. His tail is wagging happily again. “I love you, Bubby.” 

Cody wishes that he could hug his sweet Vod’ika and never let go. “I love you too, Rex’ika. No matter what you look like, you’re still my little brother, and I promise that nothing in this world or the next can change that."

"Thank you so much, Bubby." Rex whispers, holding back tears from what his brother had just said. "You're welcome, Rex'ika. Now come on, you are probably starving." Rex's stomach growls loudly, answering for him. He can feel the heat rise to his cheeks.

"I knew it, we'll go to the ballroom for a few minutes. Then we'll see about getting you some food, hm?" Rex smiles and nods. "Yes please." Cody heads towards the door and Rex follows behind the shuffling desk. Rex opens the door walking out to see the group, they all have worried expressions, and Kiara floats towards Rex.

"Are you okay, Prince Rex." Rex smiles, nodding. "I'm okay now, but you can just call me Rex, Kiara. Any friend of Fives is a friend of mine." The feather duster nods, quickly giving him a hug. "Thank you prince…. I mean Rex. Your fur is so soft by the way."

Rex chuckles kindly, feeling a little embarrassed because it isn't a phrase that he's used to hearing "Thank you, Kiara." She smiles back at him. "You're welcome, Rex." 

"Shall we head to the ballroom now, then we'll get you some food?" Cody prompts his Rex'ika, glad that he's feeling a bit braver to face everyone else. Rex takes in a long deep breath "yeah." He breathes out, ready to face other members of his family and friends.

Everyone leads the way before Rex, he'd rather not be in front of them because he still feels nervous about how he looks, so having lots of people looking at him from behind will just make him feel insecure. Down the hallway, the sound of a piano plays an out of time tune, sounding a little broken but it still sounds sort of good.

They all arrive at the ballroom, hearing voices making conversation and sounding more like themselves. The sound of children playing and laughing echoes around the room as they all decided to play some games with each other. It looked like they were playing hide and seek, and now they are smaller it makes the game seem a lot more fun too because there are so many more hiding places.

Rex is glad that they have recovered after what had happened earlier on, seeing everyone writhing in pain and agony as they started to change and morph into inanimate objects. He smiles at the sight of children having fun with each other, 99 watching over them of course. 

As soon as Rex got through the door, everything fell silent, making Rex feel nervous again. His ears press back just a second before everyone calls out his name in unison and then hastily make their way towards him. Rex sees a little music box hop towards him and he has a pretty clear idea who it might be. "Soka, is that you?"

The little box stops just in front of him, opening the lid up to reveal an older looking Togruta in a burgundy dress. Rex could tell that this is Ahsoka, he recognizes her markings on her face, montrals and lekku. "Yeah, Ori'Vod. It's me." Rex looks surprised, she even sounds older too, though her excitable personality tells him that this is still his little sister. She hops over a little bit closer to Rex, grabbing one of his fingers and hugs it, wrapping her tiny arms around it as much as she can. "I'm glad you're okay, Rex! How are you?" She says with relief, happy that her big brother is okay now. 

"Yes, thank you. I'm alright, Soka." He pats the top of her head very gently using a single finger, making sure not to hurt his little sister. “I’m so glad that you’re okay, Rex. I was so scared when you ran and we couldn’t find you.” The little statue nuzzles against Rex's finger, loving the comfort of his fur. Rex smiles at his baby sister, he's so happy that she isn’t afraid of him.

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