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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Robin always saying the most wildest phrase and acting all relaxed like mamm Lmfaooo

Chapter 20: Blood and Thunder

A/N: We are ready for a new chapter! And this is the conclusion of the fight with Monet! Thank you guys for liking, following, commenting, reblogging the stories!. Next chapter we about add some *spice* into the mix (hehehe). The chapters are linked as well. And without further ado, lets get to it!

Word Count: 7.0K

Sanji X Reader, Sanji X Y/N, One piece X Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20 (Here)

Y/N POV…

"Idiot Mosshead, what did I tell you before I left?!" Sanji yelled, his voice cutting through the chaos as he stormed over, fury in his eyes. "Keep Y/N safe! And what do you do? She’s almost killed!"

Zoro scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Oh, calm down, you curly-browed idiot. She's still alive, isn't she? Quit acting like I can't handle this."

"You call this handling it?" Sanji shot back, gesturing to me with an exasperated look. "You were supposed to protect her, not let her nearly bleed out!"

"I didn’t see you anywhere, love cook!" Zoro snapped, his hand on his sword. "Maybe if you stopped swooning over every woman you meet, you’d actually be useful!"

The G-5 men watched, wide-eyed, clearly unsure if they should intervene or grab popcorn as Zoro and Sanji bickered. They traded confused looks, half-laughing at the ridiculousness of the fight.

I winced, clutching my injured side. “Seriously, you two? Now is not the time!”

Sanji’s expression softened as he looked at me, though his anger still simmered. “I would have been a goner if Sanji and the G-5 men hadn’t shown up,” I breathed out, my voice strained. The pain from Monet’s claws still seared through me, leaving holes in different parts of my body. “I’m still reeling from her grip, but I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve.”

Just then, Monet turned her attention to one of the G-5 soldiers. She flew at him with terrifying speed and bit down on his shoulder. “No!” I yelled, pushing past Sanji and Zoro. I clenched my left hand, activating its power once more. “My shoulder! It’s turning to ice!” the soldier cried out, his voice full of pain as Monet continued to sink her teeth into him, as if she was going to break him.

In that moment, Tashigi appeared, and Monet disappeared momentarily. “Tashigi!” I managed to gasp, still struggling to breathe. “My body is going to give out on me any minute now,” I thought, feeling the weight of my injuries.

“Go, men! I’ll stay here!” Tashigi ordered, her voice commanding and determined.

“What are you doing?” I asked, bewildered.

Tashigi turned to me, a confident smirk on her face. “Seems to me it looks like you could use a little help.”

“Tashigi, you don’t know what you’re up against!” I protested. “This is my fight with Monet. Go with your men.

Alright, men, let’s move! Captain Tashigi needs us to find those children!” one of the soldiers barked, as they began to disperse.

I turned to Sanji and Zoro, determination etched into my face. “Sanji, you need to go with them. I know you won’t fight Monet—she’s a harpy and a bitch, but I understand your code of honor. Find Nami, Robin, Chopper, and the kids. Protect them. I’m not leaving until Monet is down.”

Sanji’s face was a storm of conflicting emotions, his usually calm demeanor giving way to visible turmoil. He hesitated, torn between staying by my side and fulfilling his duty to the others.

“I... I don’t know what to do, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice thick with frustration and concern.

With a pained expression, Sanji gently took my face in his hands. His touch was tender and reassuring, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding us. “Be careful, alright?” he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine with a mix of worry and love. “I’ll take care of everyone, but I need you to promise me something.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in and placed a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead. “Promise me you’ll stay safe.”

I looked up at him, feeling a rush of emotions. “I promise, Sanji. And thank you. Go. I’ll be fine.”

I watched as Sanji and the G-5 men hurried out, their focus shifting towards the children’s safety. My gaze then returned to Zoro and Tashigi, both preparing for the confrontation with Monet.

“Tashigi, go back to your soldiers,” I said, my voice strained but resolute despite the pain searing through my injured side.

Tashigi’s attention remained firmly on Monet. “I’ll do as I please,” she said, her tone defiant.

Her words took me by surprise, but I managed a pained smile. “Looks like you’ve picked up a thing or two from me about defiance,” I chuckled softly, even though the discomfort was mounting.

My gaze fell on Sanji’s tie, barely containing the blood seeping from my wound. It needed proper treatment soon.

Meanwhile, Zoro was bristling, engaging in a heated exchange with Tashigi. “You’re not going to fight her just because she’s a woman!?,” she declared, glaring at Zoro.

I turned to Tashigi, urgency in my eyes. “Tashigi, that’s not—”

“Fine. I won’t fight,” Zoro interjected with frustration, sitting back with a smirk.

Monet’s cruel laughter echoed as she hovered, her wings fluttering menacingly. Just then, she disappeared in a flash. “Damn, bird,” I muttered, scanning the area for her reappearance.

Suddenly, Monet reappeared, fangs bared and poised to strike behind Tashigi. “Tashigi, look out!” I shouted, but it was too late. Monet bit down on Tashigi’s sword, forcing her back with a powerful shove.

I clenched my right hand, activating its power. One well-placed punch should knock her down for a few more minutes, I thought. I steeled myself for the right moment.

Tashigi battled fiercely, her sword clashing against Monet’s icy attacks. But Monet’s next move was brutal. She landed a powerful kick that sent Tashigi crashing to the ground, knocking off the emblem on her shoulder. “Tashigi!” I cried out, my heart pounding.

Monet’s attention now shifted towards me, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Care for a snowball fight, princess?” she taunted, launching a barrage of icy projectiles.

I ducked and dodged each snowball with agility, performing one-handed backflips and sliding across the snow with practiced ease. “Is that all you’ve got, Monet?” I teased, a smirk on my face. “I’m surprised. For someone your size, you’ve got such weak tactics.”

In the background, I could hear Zoro’s laughter. It was a welcome distraction amidst the chaos.

Monet seemed to be preparing for her next attack, but Tashigi intervened.

“Don’t ignore me!” Tashigi shouted as Monet nimbly dodged her attacks.

Monet’s cruel smile widened. “How is Smokey?” she taunted. “I’m sure Vergo is doing a number on him as well. You’re his right-hand girl. Why aren’t you there protecting him?”

Tashigi’s eyes narrowed, unfazed by Monet's provocations. “I wouldn’t be too worried about Admiral Smoker!” she retorted, her voice steady.

I smirked at Tashigi’s resilience. “She really has learned a thing or two from me.”

Monet’s expression darkened as she prepared her next move. “Snow storm!” she declared, unleashing a gust of blizzard-like snow that enveloped both Tashigi and me.

As the snowstorm blinded us, Monet’s voice cut through the wind. “Once I end you, Tashigi, I’ll find your troops and tell them their poor captain couldn’t cut it. And as for you, harlot, I’ll make sure you suffer.”

The freezing wind made it hard to see, but I could make out Monet’s claws extending, ready to strike. Tashigi tried to block the attack with her sword, but her grip faltered.

“Tashigi, move!” I yelled, desperate to protect her. I leaped in front of her, but Monet’s sharp claws found their mark, sinking into my right leg. “Ahhh!” I screamed in pain, trying to shake her off with my left leg.

“Y/N!” Zoro shouted, his voice laced with panic.

Tashigi lay stunned, realizing I had sacrificed myself to save her from Monet’s vicious bite. “Get off me!” I yelled at Monet as she continued to bite down hard on my leg. Her razor-sharp teeth dug into my skin, and ice began to form around the wound.

“I told you! Your right leg would make a perfect target!” Monet gloated, her grip unrelenting.

“AHHH!!!” I cried out in agony, blood seeping through the ice. I grabbed Monet’s head with my left hand, clutching her hair in a desperate attempt to pull her off. My right hand, clenched in a fist, activated its power, but the pain made me falter.

Monet dug in deeper, causing me to scream even louder and making me unclench my hand. Blood continued to spill as Monet’s bite grew fiercer.

Just then, Zoro’s sword sliced through the air, cutting Monet and forcing her to finally release her hold on my leg. I clutched my injured limb, the pain overwhelming, as I fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Monet screamed in pain, her confidence shattering.

"You underestimated me, bird woman," Zoro said, walking toward Monet with a grim determination. Her cheek was now grazed by Zoro’s sword, a testament to his precision. "And now you die."

"Zoro," I tried to say, still clutching my injured limb. Tashigi hurried to my side, her eyes filled with concern as Monet backed away in fear.

“If you thought you were just going to walk away from this after trying to kill my crewmate,” Zoro declared fiercely, “you’re sadly mistaken. Because for her, I would go to the depths of hell!”

Zoro smirked. "Maybe I don’t go around cutting just any woman, but when you’re faced with an animal like this, you don’t take chances. You get the hell out of there."

Monet, now paralyzed with fear, was cornered. "One Sword Style—Great Dragon Shock!" Zoro shouted as he unleashed a powerful slash, cutting Monet in half.

“Alright, we’re done here,” Zoro said as he made his way toward me. “It’s over.”

“Looks like you became my knight in shining armor,” I teased through gritted teeth, laughing weakly. Zoro chuckled as he grabbed my hand, pulling me up. Tashigi looked at Zoro with amazement.

“By the way, Zoro, nice technique!” I said, clutching onto him for support.

“How dare you!” Monet yelled, her voice full of rage and desperation as she struggled to control her body.

I turned to Zoro, weakly connecting both fists and igniting them with fire and electricity. “Hold that thought, Zoro. You’re not getting away now!” I yelled at Monet, who was now standing behind us.

“You never learn, do you?” I said, landing two powerful punches mixed with fire and electricity. “Lightning Inferno!”

Monet was engulfed in flames and shocked by electricity, her body convulsing before she fell, completely defeated. “Have fun in hell, Monet,” I smirked.

Turning to where the cameras were stationed, I limped towards them, my left hand still blazing with fire. “And that concludes today’s broadcast,” I said with a smirk, launching a fire pistol with my fingers. The transponder snails set ablaze as well.

“Where’d you learn that fire pistol move, Y/N?” Zoro asked, his voice filled with concern as he noticed my weakened state.

I turned to him with the little energy I had left. “It’s thanks to the rings...” I said before finally collapsing.

“Y/N!” Zoro yelled, rushing to my side. He pulled off his black bandana and tied it around my right leg to stop the bleeding. I slightly opened my eyes, giving him a weak smile. “Hey, Zoro, looks like you’re going to have to carry this princess after all.”

Zoro looked incredulous at my remark but chuckled. “You got it, princess.”

“Let’s go, Tashigi. Looks like we’ve got to find a way out—”

“Crap, not you too!” Zoro said in frustration as Tashigi also collapsed, leaving him with no choice but to carry both of us to R-66.

Sanji POV..

“I promise, Sanji. And thank you. Go. I’ll be fine,” Y/N said, her voice filled with resolve even as she struggled. I watched her figure grow smaller as she ran towards the G-5 men, her determination unwavering as she headed to rescue the kids and help Nami, Robin, and Chopper.

My mind raced with worry for her, especially after seeing her fighting that monstrous bird woman. “Mosshead better protect her,” I thought fiercely.

As the G-5 men around me started talking, their words only deepened my concern. “The girl who was fighting that harpy—who knew she had such strength!” one soldier remarked, awe in his voice.

“Yeah, and she looked hot and badass taking her down too!” another added, a hint of admiration in his tone.

“Did you see the giant gash on her arm and the holes on her sides?” someone else chimed in. “That must have been a hard fight for her!”

“Mm-hmm,” the others hummed in agreement.

One soldier leaned over and said, “You saw Pirate Hunter Zoro. He looked like he was ready to kill that harpy for her!”

“Yeah! He was ready to lay it down!” another voice chimed in.

Suddenly, someone asked, “Hey, Blackleg, why didn’t you stay and protect the girl? She is your girl, right?”

Their questions stung, and I felt a pang of frustration and guilt. “I couldn’t stay,” I said, my voice sharp. “I can’t fight a lady no matter what she looks like!”

“But if it was between life and death?” one soldier pressed.

“I’d choose death,” I answered firmly. The group fell silent, stunned by my response.

“They each are so different yet on the same crew,” one of them remarked, breaking the quiet.

“Yeah, but that girl fighting the harpy—she’s one hell of a woman, that’s for sure!” another added, whistling in admiration.

Jealousy gnawed at me as I listened to their praise. “Shut up, you guys!” I snapped, trying to mask my discomfort. “Let’s hurry to find those kids so Nami, Robin, Tashigi, and Y/N can thank us!”

“Yeah!” they all shouted in unison, their enthusiasm returning.

“Anything for a lady!” I said with a smirk, trying to shake off the jealousy. The G-5 soldiers echoed my sentiment, and we set off with renewed determination to complete our mission.

Y/N POV…

I felt a gentle but persistent bouncing, gradually becoming aware of my surroundings. As I blinked open my eyes, I saw Zoro carrying me over his shoulder, his movements steady despite the urgency. Tashigi, slung over his other shoulder, began to stir and groan, clearly realizing her predicament.

“Hey, put me down!” she demanded, her voice muffled but full of frustration. “What are you doing to me?”

“Tashigi,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice calm despite the pain. “Can you please keep it down?”

Her protests continued as she thrashed and hit Zoro’s back. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

Suddenly, a realization hit us: the room was filling with toxic gas. Tashigi’s eyes widened as she took in the scene. “It’s filling up!” she exclaimed in alarm. “The exit is the other way!”

Zoro, caught between Tashigi’s protests and the urgent situation, shot back, “What? You could have told me sooner!”

The bickering between Zoro and Tashigi intensified as they struggled to find the correct route. Amid the chaos, Tashigi suddenly gasped, her voice filled with awe. “Is this the legendary sword Shusui?”

“Really, Tashigi?!” I managed to exclaim from my position on Zoro’s shoulder. “Now’s not the time to be geeking out!”

Despite the urgency of the situation, Zoro continued to navigate through the room, carefully avoiding the encroaching poison gas. His focus was unshaken, his steps steady as he carried both Tashigi and me, his face set in determination.

“Zoro, we’re heading in the wrong direction,” I said, trying to steady my voice despite the discomfort. “Also, can we do something about the… um, position I’m in right now? The bouncing isn’t helping with my skirt.” I tried to reach down to pull more of the material down, feeling slightly self-conscious.

Zoro smirked, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Why, I like the view quite nicely,” he teased, causing me to blush. “In fact, you look good enough to bite, too.” As his hold on my hips tightened just enough to be both reassuring and unsettling.

I shot him a look of exasperation. “Zoro! Now is not the time for that!”

“Hey, where are you going now?” Tashigi shouted, as Zoro continued to run, clearly focused on getting us to safety despite the confusion and chaos.

Laws Pov..

I watched from a distance, tension crackling in the air as Smoker and Vergo clashed violently. Each blow was blocked with precision, a testament to their skills and animosity.

“Be careful, Smoker,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes fixed on the fierce duel.

“White Blow!” Smoker shouted, unleashing a powerful attack. But Vergo, with his imposing strength and armament haki, managed to capture the smoke and draw Smoker in. A brutal punch followed, sending Smoker crashing against the railings with a resounding impact.

Vergo loomed over Smoker, a mocking grin on his face. “Is getting revenge really that important to you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.

Smoker, grimacing but unyielding, pushed himself up with fierce determination. “I’m going to kill you, pirate scum,” he growled, readying himself for another attack. His resolve remained unshaken, even in the face of Vergo’s taunts and relentless assault.

Vergo landed hit after hit, driving Smoker back to the rails. “You’ll never get justice if you’re still weak,” Vergo taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

“What do you want?” Vergo demanded.

Vergo turned his cold gaze toward me. “I want my heart back,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Once I have my heart back, I can easily kick your ass, Vergo!” I snapped, struggling to keep my composure despite the searing pain.

“How many times do I have to say this? It’s Mr. Vergo to you!” he retorted, his grip tightening.

I screamed in agony, falling back as I fought to catch my breath. Vergo’s sinister smile widened. “You’re going to die here, Law, along with the rest. But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to send Y/N to Doflamingo to get his fill.”

I clenched my teeth, struggling through the pain. Vergo’s words were like daggers, each one twisting deeper into my resolve. “You won’t lay a finger on her,” I gasped out, my voice rough but defiant. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Just then, a shadow fell over us—it was Smoker. Even in his weakened state, Smoker continued to fight with unwavering determination. “Why are you using your Devil Fruit powers?” Vergo sneered. “This isn’t like you.”

“Enough. I’m done playing games,” Vergo growled, his tone shifting to deadly seriousness. “Demon Bamboo!” he yelled, unleashing a powerful attack that struck Smoker hard, sending him crashing into the railings. Smoker fell, struggling to catch his breath, his strength visibly waning.

“You’re not strong enough,” Vergo taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.

I staggered to my feet, my vision blurry but my resolve unbroken. “Well done, Smoker,” I said, trying to steady myself. “I’ll take it from here.” The smoke around me dissipated as I finally reclaimed my heart, sliding it back into its rightful place with a shudder of relief.

“This means we’re even, Law,” Smoker breathed out, his voice strained but resolute.

“And yet I’m only alive because of you,” I replied, my tone carrying a mixture of gratitude and bitterness. As my hat reappeared in my hand, I steeled myself for the final confrontation. “Now it’s time to end this… Mr. Vergo,” I taunted, my voice filled with determination.

“And I know you’re hearing this, Joker!” I added, as the transponder snail Vergo had hidden came into view. “Keep cackling like an idiot while you plot your next move. Enjoy it while you can. You won’t be laughing once we’re done with you.”

Joker’s mocking laughter echoed through the room. “Take a good look at Vergo. Pissing him off is never a good idea. Think about what happened last time. How did that turn out for you? And what about that princess Vergo keeps talking about? I hear her right leg is injured because of Vergo,” Joker taunted.

Anger fueled my resolve as I slowly pulled out my blade. Vergo, closing in on me, seemed confident in his victory. I waited for the perfect moment, focusing all my energy. Using Room, I sliced through the air with precision. Vergo was now cut in half, his body falling apart with a look of shock frozen on his face.

The destruction didn’t stop there. With my blade's sweep, I also sliced through the SAD manufacturing tanks,ripping through the facility. The tanks burst apart, their contents igniting that engulfed the area.

“Here we are, Joker,” I said with a smirk, as the chaos unfolded around us. “I’ve opened the gate, the gears are broken, and there’s no turning back for anyone.” The finality in my voice was unmistakable.

Y/N POV..

“Zoro, please!” I pleaded, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “Either put Tashigi down so she can help us, or—”

Before I could finish, Zoro’s hand slid down to give my butt a firm, lingering squeeze. I gasped loudly, unable to suppress a moan. My face flushed a deep crimson as I felt his touch, and the realization of my exposed position made me squirm uncomfortably.

“Looks like you’re enjoying the ride, princess,” Zoro teased, his voice a low rumble. “I’ll have to remember this for later.” His grip remained possessive, every bounce making it difficult to focus as he continued to sprint away from the gas.

Tashigi's protests were a distant murmur compared to the heightened sensations I was feeling, my body responding in ways I couldn’t control.

“Roronoa, when I get my hands on you... I’m gonna—” My threat was abruptly cut off by the ominous groaning of the building collapsing around us. “The building is beginning to collapse!” Tashigi shouted, panic evident in her voice.

I barely had time to react before a chunk of the lab crashed down right beside us, sending debris flying and causing us to scream in unison.

“Would you quit screaming so close to my ear!” Zoro bellowed, his frustration palpable as he continued to run. “We would if you’d just put Tashigi down and carry me differently!” I snapped back, my discomfort and urgency blending into a fierce demand.

“Wait, do you guys hear that?” a G-5 soldier called out. “The captain’s okay!” another added. “And look, Y/N and Pirate Hunter Zoro are with them too!”

“Hey, Y/N, did you manage to take down that bird woman?” a soldier shouted, their voice laced with curiosity.

“The G-5 is heading this way!” Tashigi shouted, her voice strained. “I told you we were heading the wrong direction!”

“Just put me down! This is so embarrassing!” Tashigi demanded, her cheeks flushed

Before she could finish, I felt Zoro give a light, deliberate smack on my butt. My eyes widened, and I let out a surprised yelp, followed by an involuntary moan. The G-5 soldiers, witnessing the move, erupted into a frenzy of catcalls and whistles. Their laughter and cheers filled the air, adding to the chaos of the collapsing building.

“Nice view, huh?” Zoro teased, his smirk widening. “Glad to know you’re enjoying the ride.”

“ZORO!!!” Sanji’s voice cut through the clamor, filled with a mix of shock and rage. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you carrying Tashigi like that, and why are you grabbing Y/N like that!?”

Sanji’s face was contorted in fury as he stormed toward us, his leg poised and ready to deliver a powerful kick. “You’re going to pay for this!” he roared.

“The gas is closing in! Turn around!” Nami’s urgent shout snapped Zoro back to focus. He abruptly halted, causing both Tashigi and me to lurch forward. “Great, now my skirt is even more exposed!” I said, mortified as I tried to pull it down.

“Y/N!” Sanji’s voice was filled with concern as he rushed closer. “San—” I began to reply, but Zoro darted off again, leaving behind Sanji’s fuming outrage and the soldiers’ rowdy cheers. “Ji!!!!” I shouted, my voice echoing as we continued our frantic escape through the collapsing building.

Sanji POV…

We finally reached Nami, Robin, and the children. As we administered the sedatives, trying to get the exhausted kids to move, their fatigue was evident. “Come on, you little rugrats! Let’s go!” I urged, frustration creeping into my voice.

“I can’t run anymore,” one of the children whined, too tired to move.

Nami and Robin tried to encourage them, but they were stubbornly rooted in place. Just then, Robin’s urgent shout cut through the chaos. “The building is collapsing, and the gas is seeping in!”

“Crap, not good!” I exclaimed, my anxiety spiking.

The G-5 soldiers, still near us, began shouting. “The captain’s okay! And look, Y/N and Pirate Hunter Zoro are with them too!”

“Y/N!” I called out, my heart skipping a beat. The relief of knowing you were safe was a fleeting comfort, quickly overshadowed by what I saw next. My blood boiled as I noticed Zoro carrying you, your skirt riding up and exposing more than it should. To make matters worse, Zoro had the audacity to smack your butt, prompting gasps, a moan, and then a raucous response from the G-5 soldiers.

“Mosshead!” I roared, my voice filled with fury. “Why are you carrying Tashigi like that? And why the hell is Y/N being grabbed like that?”

The soldiers erupted into laughter and catcalls, their cheers only fueling my anger. “What do you think you’re doing, Zoro?!” I demanded, ready to storm over and give him a piece of my mind.

The gas is closing in! Turn around!” Nami yelled urgently.

Zoro abruptly halted, causing both you and Tashigi to lurch forward. Your skirt, already riding up, exposed even more.

“Y/N!” I called out, my voice cracking with concern. I tried to inch closer, desperate to reach you. “Just hold on, I’m coming!”

“San—” you started to call, but before you could finish, Zoro darted off again, carrying you farther away. The sight of him running off with you while I was helpless to do anything fueled my fury.

“I’m going to get you, Mosshead!” I roared, my voice echoing with rage and frustration. As Zoro carried you further and further away, the last thing I heard was your distant, desperate cry, “Ji!!!!”

My heart was pounding as I watched him disappear into the distance, my resolve only growing stronger. I would find a way to make him pay for this.

Laws POV..

I slowly made my way out of the collapsing SAD room, Vergo finally defeated and cut into pieces. “This building’s about to come down, we better get moving, Smoker,” I urged as we hurried to building R-66.

Minutes passed, and Smoker and I were hauling a cart large enough to fit everyone into the tunnel.

“Are you sure this cart will fit us all?” Smoker asked skeptically.

“It’s a cart designed to haul SAD. We’ve got children, injured soldiers, and anyone else who’s hurt. It’s big enough,” I reassured him, though my concern for you weighed heavily on my mind.

“Y/N, please be safe,” I thought anxiously.

As we reached building R, I saw Luffy and the others—Nami, Robin, the marines, and the children—but no sign of you.

“Strawhat!” I called out, relieved to see Luffy.

“Oh, Trafy and Smokey!” Luffy greeted with his usual grin. “Where’d you two come from?”

“It’s Smokey!” the marines shouted in unison.

My attention was immediately drawn to Zoro, who had finally made it to building R. He was carrying you and Tashigi.

“Zoro, put us down!” Tashigi yelled, drawing my gaze forward.

Zoro gently placed Tashigi down and then carefully set you on the ground. As you tried to put pressure on your right leg, you collapsed, clutching it tightly.

“Y/N!” I shouted, rushing toward you.

Seeing your injuries in full, my heart sank. Your left arm had a massive gash, your sides were marked with claw wounds and holes, and your right leg was badly bitten and bleeding.

“Y/N!” I repeated, my voice filled with worry as I knelt beside you.

Sanji, the cook, finally came into focus, his expression a mix of shock and anger.

“Mosshead, how could you be so careless?!” Sanji yelled, his frustration evident.

“Me! You should have been there! I’m so proud of her!” Zoro said with a smirk. “She gave that bird a hell of a match too.”

“Serves her right!” you muttered weakly, trying to sit up.

I gently pulled you closer, your head resting against my chest. As you relaxed into me, I let my steady heartbeat speak for me.

“Law…” you whispered.

I didn’t respond, choosing instead to offer the comfort of my presence.

“Hey, Law! Keep your hands off her!” Sanji shouted, his irritation clear.

I ignored his rant and carefully lifted you into the cart. “She needs medical attention immediately! She’s lost too much blood already,” I said, my voice resolute.

As I secured you in the cart, my focus was entirely on ensuring you received the care you so desperately needed.

Y/N POV..

Zoro finally reached Building R, carefully placing Tashigi down first, then lowering me next to her. The moment I tried to stand, sharp pain shot up my leg, causing me to let out a pained groan. I couldn’t bear any weight on it, and I collapsed to the ground, clutching my injury.

“Y/N!” Three distinct voices echoed around me, filled with panic. I could barely focus through the pain as I gritted my teeth, eyes squeezed shut.

“Mosshead, how could you be so careless?!” Sanji’s voice cut through the air, filled with anger.

“Me?!” Zoro barked back, his tone proud. “You should’ve seen her! I’m proud of her! She gave that bird woman a hell of a fight!”

I couldn’t help but smirk through the pain. “Serves her right,” I muttered, though I was barely holding it together.

Before I could process anything else, strong arms lifted me, pulling me close. I blinked and saw Law’s familiar face. My head rested against his chest, the steady beat of his heart somehow comforting amid the chaos.

“Law…” I whispered, barely able to speak. He didn’t respond with words, just gently held me closer, letting his heartbeat calm me.

“You finally got your heart back,” I whispered, feeling my body relax in his arms.

“Hey! Law, keep your hands off her!” Sanji’s voice cut through again, but this time with irritation instead of concern.

I turned my head toward Sanji, managing a small smile through the pain. His face immediately flushed, but it didn’t stop him from ranting. I was too tired to argue or even move, but Law carefully placed me into the cart.

“She needs medical attention, now. She’s lost too much blood,” Law said firmly, already assessing my injuries with a critical eye.

I felt a wave of exhaustion threaten to overtake me, but I forced myself to stay alert. I watched as Law’s attention shifted to Luffy.

“Strawhat, where’s Caesar?” Law asked, his voice sharp and focused.

“Oh, you see that big hole in the wall?” Luffy pointed casually. “I knocked him out!”

“You what?!” Law growled. “The plan was to kidnap him!”

“Why? He’s awful! We should just leave him behind!” Luffy shrugged, clearly unconcerned.

Despite my pain, I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at their exchange. Typical Luffy.

“The whole point of the plan was to follow through with it,” Law muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated. “I should’ve known better than to trust you with this.”

I reached out weakly, tugging on his sleeve. “Law… It’s okay. Go easy on him,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Law turned to me, his expression softening. His irritation seemed to melt away as he focused on me, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Hey, Y/N!” Luffy interrupted, his excitement undeniable. “Is it true you beat that bird woman?”

I smiled faintly, nodding. “Yeah, Luffy… She’s done for.”

But then worry crept into my mind, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Luffy, do you think Usopp, Brook, and Chopper are okay?”

“Yeah, of course! They’ll be here soon,” Luffy said confidently, his usual optimism shining through.

As the minutes passed, Law started organizing everyone to get into the cart. I tried to sit up, but before I could, Law stopped me, his hand gently pressing down on my shoulder.

“Hold on there, Princess,” Law said with a teasing tone, his voice soft yet firm, his lips curling into a playful smirk. “You’re not going anywhere until I say so.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but before I could get a word in, the children came piling into the cart, followed by the G-5 marines. Suddenly, I heard a familiar, dramatic voice.

“Y/N! My love, don’t you worry! I’m here now! You can rest on me!” Sanji announced, his tone filled with his usual over-the-top affection.

I couldn’t help but laugh, despite the pain. “Alright, Sanji, come here,” I said, chuckling.

“Oh, Y/N! How I’ve longed to hear your beautiful laugh again!” Sanji said, his eyes sparkling as he made a beeline straight toward me, completely ignoring everything else around him.

But before he could get too close, Law stepped in front of him, his arm outstretched to block Sanji’s path. “Not so fast, cook,” Law said, his tone sharp but calm, eyes narrowing as he glanced between me and Sanji. “She’s under my care, and she needs to rest.”

Sanji huffed, his irritation flaring up as he glared at Law. “I can take care of her just fine! Step aside, Surgeon of Death!”

Law’s expression didn’t falter, a smug look crossing his face. “You’re not a doctor, Sanji. Leave this to the professionals.”

As Law and Sanji continued their heated exchange, I felt a small tug at my skirt. Looking down, I saw the same little girl with wide eyes, her voice trembling. “Can you hold me? I’m scared.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” I said, gently lifting her up and holding her close. She nestled into me, her fear easing as she rested her head on my chest. I stroked her hair softly, offering a reassuring smile.

Zoro, ignoring the commotion between the others, took his spot across from me. I raised an eyebrow, the corners of my mouth twitching with mischief. “You know, Zoro,” I said playfully, “I have to admit... I kinda enjoyed that ride earlier.”

His eyes widened for a split second before he grinned, clearly amused by my teasing. “Yeah? Maybe next time, I’ll carry you a little differently then.”

I smirked, leaning in slightly. “Just make sure it’s as exciting as this time, Pirate Hunter.”

Zoro chuckled, leaning back casually. “Don’t worry, I always keep things interesting.”

Zoro’s chuckle faded as the gates ahead began to close. My heart raced, and without thinking, I stood up, still holding the little girl tightly in my arms. “Y/N, I said don’t move!” Law’s voice was firm, but I ignored him, urgency taking over.

“What are you Strawhats doing? Get in the cart!” Law barked at us, his tone laced with frustration.

“Sure, we will, but we’re waiting for our crewmates!” I shot back, determination in my voice. Law’s eyes widened for a moment, surprised by our loyalty.

Just then, we spotted them—Chopper and Brook rushing toward us. “Chopper! Brook!” I called out, a wave of relief washing over me. I smiled wide, holding the little girl even tighter.

“Hey, don’t forget about me!” came Usopp’s familiar voice. I turned to see him arriving just behind them.

“Usopp! You’re all okay!” Tears welled in my eyes, my emotions getting the better of me. Relief, happiness, and gratitude all mixed into one as I watched them rejoin us.

Nami, just as emotional, wiped a tear away, though she tried to hide it. “Were you trying to make us scared or what?”

“That’s a nice reunion and all, but we’ve got no time!” Law yelled again, urgency in his tone. “Let’s go!”

With that, the rest of the crew, along with Mocha and several G-5 soldiers, hurriedly piled into the cart.

With that, we all began to ride the cart at full speed, the wind whipping around us. Sanji immediately moved closer, his eyes full of concern. "Y/N, hold onto me, I’ll protect you!" he declared with all the confidence of a knight.

As the cart sped up even more, I braced myself, holding the little girl tightly. “I think I’ll be fine, Sanji,” I said with a teasing smile, glancing over at him. “Besides, I had a pretty good ride earlier, thanks to Zoro.”

Zoro smirked from his spot, arms crossed as he leaned back. “See? She knows a thrilling ride when she gets one.”

Sanji immediately bristled, his face turning red with jealousy. “Thrilling? You call that thrilling?” he sputtered, glaring daggers at Zoro. “I would’ve made sure you were carried with grace!”

Zoro shrugged nonchalantly. “She didn’t seem to mind.”

I laughed softly, teasing Zoro a little further. “Honestly, I didn’t expect it, but I did enjoy that ride, Zoro. It wasn’t too bad.”

Sanji’s jaw dropped, his face turning an even deeper shade of red, while Law let out an exasperated sigh, though I didn’t miss the flicker of jealousy in his eyes. Both of them seemed equally annoyed by Zoro’s smugness.

“Let’s just make sure we all survive this,” Law said, his voice slightly tense. “Then you can argue about who carries her better.” His usual calm demeanor slipped just a bit, revealing his own irritation at the situation.

Sanji, still glaring at Zoro, crossed his arms, clearly fuming. “You think carrying her like a sack of potatoes is something to brag about, mosshead? I would’ve treated her with the care she deserves!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro muttered, rolling his eyes. “Keep talking, curly. You’re just mad she didn’t complain about the ride.”

Law’s expression hardened slightly as he shot a quick glance at me, his voice quiet but firm. “She’s under my care now. So, both of you can save your jealousy for later.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at the tension between the three of them.

Before things could escalate further, Nami broke the silence. "Why is there a dragon with us?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, Momo. I met him at a garbage dump," Luffy replied casually.

“Father!” Momo cried out, rushing to hug Kin'emon’s now stone body.

“We can worry about that later,” Law interrupted, his focus still sharp. “Right now, we’ve got bigger problems.”

Just then, a loud explosion rocked the tunnel. “Damn, what’s happening now?” I muttered, feeling the tension rise.

“Must’ve been from Building D. That’s the SAD manufacturing room,” Law said grimly, his gaze flickering toward the source of the blast.

As we continued speeding down the tunnel, Chopper rushed toward me, his eyes wide with concern. “Y/N, your wounds,” he said, noticing my labored breathing.

“Don’t worry, Chopper,” I said, struggling to get the words out. “I’ll be fine… Once we make it out, I’ll be treated.”

“She’s right, and I’ll make sure of it,” Law chimed in, now sitting beside me, his tone filled with determination.

Sanji’s eyes narrowed, his jealousy flaring again. “Listen, Law, if you don’t keep your paws off Y/N—”

But before he could finish, Nami shouted, “The ceiling’s about to collapse!”

“Great, just what we need,” Usopp grumbled, panic clear in his voice. The rumble of the ceiling intensified, chunks of debris beginning to fall. “The ceiling leads to the mountains,” Law explained, his voice tense. “If it collapses, we’ll be buried.” “What are you gonna do about it, Law?” says Usopp

“Ahh!” Chopper yelped, pointing at the gas seeping into the tunnel.

I gasped as I realized the situation. “The poison... it's catching up to us.”

“Can we catch a damn break?!” Luffy groaned, clearly frustrated.

“If the falling rubble doesn’t kill us, the gas will,” Robin added calmly, her usual stoic demeanor intact despite the chaos.

“Can you stop being so morbid for once, Robin?!” Usopp yelled, freaking out.

“I can see the end of the tunnel!” Usopp suddenly shouted, his voice filled with hope.

“Just a little more!” Luffy yelled, urging everyone to hang on for just a few more moments.

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umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken · 1 month ago

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A ballad of beasts Neslin (au)

Man or beast, I would love him with all my heart. Thorns and all.

SO, it's official! I'm going to start writing my fic 'A ballad of beasts' !!!

I want to thank everyone who reblogged/ replied to my initial post encouraging me! This fic only exists because of you amazing people!

I've got the plot pretty much figured out, so now I just have to hope that the writing gods don't abandon me while I write this 🙏🏼 Will be posting this to Ao3 as well as updating here!

(The first chapter is still nowhere near fully finished, but here's a little sneak peek!

p.s. I've changed a few minor things about the plot, which you will see below!)

{chapter one snippet}

“Tamlin! Little brother! Happy name day!”

Tamlin stiffened, his fingers tightening around his glass. Ignoring him hadn't worked, as his brother's voice continued to call out. He tossed it back, hissing at the burn. Gwaine’s arm swung roughly around his shoulder, nearly knocking him off of his feet. To any passers by, they would appear like two brothers having a friendly altercation.

“Gwaine,” he gritted out.

“Are you enjoying the festivities, dear brother?”

“Not as well as you appear to be.”

His breath reeked of sour cherries and barley. Evidently, he’d already been sampling the wide variety of spiced drinks and spirits on offer at the banquet.

His eldest brother’s laugh sent a nauseating cloud of stench towards his nose.

“Oh, why so glum, little bum? You turn five hundred today, that’s almost a male grown!”

He did not deign to dignify that with an answer. Gwaine didn’t seem to mind, already setting to fill the silence with his loud, brash tones.

“Finni! Come join us, you bastard!”

Tamlin swore under his breath. One brother was already a curse, a second was a damned plague.

“Tamlin.”

“Finnian,” Tamlin answered resignedly.

“Finni! I was just telling Tamlin here that he ought not to be so glum! Not when father has such a wonderful surprise waiting!”

Tamlin glanced over sharply. “Father has a surprise?”

That was laughable in and of itself for a multitude of reasons. The High Lord of Spring was decidedly not notorious for his spontaneous name day surprises.

Finnian merely smirked.

“Oh, I won’t spoil it for you, it’s rather good,” Gwaine said, miming stitching his mouth shut.

Tamlin sighed, “Wonderful. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll-”

“Aht aht aht! Not so quick, little Tam,” he chastised, darting out an arm to keep him from skulking away.

“The fun has barely begun!”

Gwaine spun him around just as the doors to the great hall blew open, and a fanfare proclaimed to Tamlin’s great dismay,

“General Amarantha Casimir of Hybern!”

“Father’s esteemed guest,” Gwaine said gleefully.

She entered the hall with a retinue of attendants; young girls dressed in robes white as a swan’s wing, each carrying a corner of her gown’s train. Thousands of bejewelled strings had been woven together in imitation of a spider’s web, and the fabric flowed down to the marble floors, the little gems hissing with each of her long strides. The low cut gown was underlaid with a diaphanous black silk, for what little it did to hide her sensuous figure. She ascended the dais, bowing to the High Lord and Lady of Spring.

Tamlin turned away.

Finnian smirked, “I am sure tonight will be very… eventful.”

“Yes, most definitely a night to remember.”

Tamlin glared at his brothers, irritated, “What in Prythian are you two on about? What do you mean?”

“Well, you shall see soon enough,” Gwaine gave Tamlin’s chest two solid pats before sidling off with a cackle; as Tamlin predicted, towards the banquet table. Between the two of them, his brothers would empty the casks and barrels before the night was through.

He was about to walk away when Finnian leaned in close, murmuring in his ear.

“I wonder, brother. What would it be like to bed a female like that? Would you fuck her from behind? Or would she bend you over and mate you like her whore?”

Tamlin recoiled. His reaction only made Finnian’s smirk widen and he continued in a low voice, his hand still firmly wrapped around Tamlin’s wrist.

“Doomed be the male who takes her to wife, don’t you agree? I wonder what our father was thinking. Certainly not of you.”

Tamlin pulled away more forcefully, and Finnian let him go, his eyes never once leaving the younger male’s face.

“What the hell are you-”

His brother’s words dawned on him then, and it felt as though his lungs had frozen in his chest, “What?” Breathing seemed impossible.

“Finnian, what do you mean?” his voice cracked with urgency. He took hold of his brother’s tunic and shook, not that it budged him at all.

“Finnian!”

“Oh, didn’t you hear?” Finnian asked with mock concern. His rain-cloud eyes were sharp with cruel delight.

“You’re to marry the Hybernian bitch.”

The floor fell out from under him, and he barely registered his brother walking away.

No, no, no, Mother and Cauldron above, no.

When he finally dared to turn back to the dais, Amarantha was already staring at him.

She raised her glass, filled to the brim with black wine, and smiled with a mouth of dripping fangs.

#tamlin #pro tamlin #nesta #nesta archeron #nesta x tamlin #neslin #a ballad of beasts #did I somehow make Tamlin's brothers into Aegon and Aemond?#... yea #whoops

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dyinglikenarcissus · 1 month ago

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Chapter 4. Plans Change, People…

14k words

Warnings: 18+ only. This chapter in when the spice starts! Fingering, oral both male and female receiving

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You sit curled up on your couch. Jethro’s tucked next to your hip, while you edit some wedding dress shopping footage. You’d yet to fall in love with one but it was hard to fall when you didn’t know what to dress for. You and Steve have yet to set a date or a venue. More like you and Sam have yet to set a date or a venue. But you did decide on spring. Not too hot, not too cold. You just didn’t know where. Steve was ‘happy as long as I’m with you, little movie star’ and Sam and Bucky were absolutely no help at getting intel out of their best friend.

You scroll through yet another list of wedding venues in New York City when your hear a pulsing vibration.

“A ghost?” You ask Jethro but he just ignores you until you get up to investigate. He lets out an irritated chirp before curling up on the cushion you vacated.

You enter your bedroom and see Steve’s phone about to fall off the nightstand as it continues to buzz.

“Natasha?” You question seeing the red head pop up on the screen.

“Hello?” You answer slowly.

Theres a pause on the other end of the line. “Where’s Steve?” A women’s voice asks.

“Um, he doesn’t have his phone right now,” you explain. No one’s ever called him while you were babysitting it. It made you wonder if the only people with the number were you, Bucky, and Sam. “You should call his work phone if you need to talk to him.”

There’s another pause. “You’re the girl?”

“The-“

“Hold on, I want to see you.” The FaceTime alert makes the phone start vibrating again. You answer not really knowing what to do.

“Hello?” You repeat as Natasha appears on the screen. She’s just as gorgeous as she is in the photos.

“Hey,” she smiles. A little part of you melts. You think you’re in love. “I’ve been meaning to track you down.”

“Track me…?”

“I’m Natasha. Steve’s friend. Nice to finally meet you.”

“He told you about me?” You ask, a little taken aback.

“He doesn't shut up about you. I think the entire east coast knows America’s most eligible bachelor found his new best girl.” You smile at the knowledge and glance away from the screen. “Tell me about yourself.”

“Um, I’m a social media influencer. I have 2 million followers-“

“You live in Anaheim, 1801 East Katella Ave, apartment 270. You drive a Lincoln Corsair, born in Silicon Valley to a tech mogul mother and an absentee father, graduated from UC Berkeley with a degree in psychology. You applied to a med school but they didn’t think you were well rounded enough. So you started an Instagram, then a TiktTok, moved to LA and now we’re here. I know all that. Tell me something Rogers doesn’t know.”

You blink at the woman. You instantly understand why Steve keeps her at a distance.

“I-I don’t know. I drool when I sleep? I’m prone to yeast infections? I have a weird leg to body ratio? What doesn’t he know?”

She gives you a smug little smile. “You don’t have much of a relationship history outside of your friend group so you don’t date much. He seems to be doing whatever he can to keep you happy. And you seem happy…you’re falling for him?”

You cringe back from your phone then remember she can see you. “Aw, you are! Cute! Anyway, you seem fun. We should do coffee. Are you still getting Panera at 7:45 tonight? Maybe I’ll meet you there.” Oh my God. She even knew about your Panera runs!

“Who are you?” You breathe.

“Yeah, we’re gonna be good friends,” she grins. “I’ll talk to you later.” She waves to the camera and you drop the phone on your bed.

“Steve,” you whisper. You grab your own phone and send him a text message as fast as your thumbs will type.

He’s taking far too long to respond for how your heart is racing.

Then your phone vibrates with a call. “Steve! Natasha-called-and-she-knew-all-this-stuff-about-me-and-she’s-going-to-meet-me-at-Panera! I’m so scared!”

“Star,” Steve chuckles. “Relax. That’s just Nat being Nat. She’s in Venezuela. She’s not going to ambush you at Panera.”

“Why does she know so much about me?” You whine.

“She deals in intel. After the whole Sausalito thing, I needed some solid information on you.”

“You did a background check on me?” You accuse.

“I got far more than background. I know Natasha is…a lot but she’s good people. Don’t let her get in your head.”

“And I thought she was so pretty,” you whimper.

Steve just laughs at your statement and makes a comment on the other side of the phone that you don’t catch.

“I have to go, little star. I’ll text you tonight?”

“Okay,” you sigh trying to calm yourself down.

“Be good for me?”

“Okay,” you can’t help but smile at his request. “I miss you.”

“Miss you, too. Bye, little star.”

“Bye.”

You release a deep sigh and try to relax your shoulders. You were in a whole new world now. Steve’s world. You were beginning to realize you had a lot to learn here.

You get a text message from Natasha later that night saying that Steve said she can’t play with you anymore. You laugh at how disappointed she seemed.

I hope we can meet for that coffee someday you message back.

I’ll be at the wedding she assures you.

You sigh and go back to your voice over for an archery session with Kate. You notice a lot of comments asking about wedding updates and Steve. Blah! “Guess I have to drop some kind of couples content,” you mutter to Jethro. You are over wedding dress shopping and you were sick of this one sided venue fight.

Hmm…maybe…

You know everything about everyone. Where would Steve get married?

A read notification pops up immediately but Natasha doesn’t respond. Maybe she doesn’t feel like talking…

Your phone pings about an hour later.

There’s this old cathedral in his childhood neighborhood in Brooklyn

She sends the link to it on Google. Oh? Oh!

This is gorgeous! Why didn’t he mention it? It’s like a slice of Europe in New York! You can already imagine a cathedral train and the sun hitting the stained glass windows painting the church in beautiful colors. It’s perfect!

I love it! Thank you! You quickly reply

Don’t mention it

And to think you were terrified of her this afternoon.

You quickly forward the suggestion to Steve as your renewed interest has you thinking back to the dresses you tried on and what most fit the space.

How did you find out about this place? Steve responds a few minutes later.

Natasha

I guess she is good for something

You giggle at his comment

One thing down, a million more to go

I’m sorry I’m not much help with all of this. It’s a little hard to think about doing it all again

Oh? You frown slightly at his statement. Getting married again, even if it is all for show, must be so triggering. You didn’t even consider his side of things.

You’re a terrible fake fiancée.

I’ll handle it you assure him. It’ll be perfect

I trust you

The next day, the venue is booked, you choose colors and flowers. Kamala helped you choose cake flavors and Kahhori chose the bridesmaids dresses and a suit for Kate.

“You really don’t mind if the colors are burgundy and navy?” You ask Steve while you scroll through wedding bouquets that match the theme on Pinterest. “It’s not too…ugh?”

“What does that mean, star?” Steve chuckles. He voice sounds so deep and groggy, you just want to hear him talk more.

“Like, I don’t know, clashing?”

“It’ll be dark,” he yawns.

“Well, if it’s, like, mixed with greenery and white flowers. And I’ll be in white. Have you decided what color you’re wearing yet?”

“Have you decided what dress you’re getting yet?” He counters.

“Touché, Mr. Rogers. The groom is supposed to be surprised.”

“Don’t like surprises,” he mumbles.

“Are you falling asleep on me, old man?”

He hums softly and you hear the sheets rustling. “Maybe,” he grunts.

“Alright. Go to sleep.”

“I wish you were here.” His words make you smile and makes something stir in the pit of your stomach. You feel so loved when his says things like that. You shouldn’t but it sounds so right.

“I wish I was there, too. I miss your kisses.”

“My kisses?” He chuckles.

“Yeah, you always kiss my head and it makes me feel so warm and comfy.”

“Stop being so fucking cute.” You hear the smile in his voice before he yawns again.

“Go to sleep,” you repeat.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Goodnight.”

“‘Night, little star.”

You sigh softly and drop your phone on the bed. When did you fall so in love with him?

Natasha even knew it but she seems to know everything so that doesn’t really count.

Did he love you, too? He seems to like you, at least. The way he slept cocooning you, and the way he’d always makes sure you and Jethro were comfortable, and the the way he’d call you his ‘little star’. All of it said he was in love with you. He didn’t say it though. Probably because of this ridiculous situation that set you two up. He probably doesn’t want you to feel trapped. You certainly did before but you don’t anymore.

You want to be with him.

You feel like you’ve gotten closer to him in these couple of months you’ve been apart than in the entire time you were together. Every morning he’d wish you a good morning and he asks about your day every night. You really like that. He sends you flowers every Friday. You love that. After you decided on wedding colors, he sent a bouquet of burgundy roses and navy irises. Then he did something you absolutely did not expect. Jethro’s birthday was kind of a personal holiday for you. All of your friends knew and you normally had a whole weekend long party. You watched all of his favorite movies and he got all his favorite treats and tuna. You made him home made dole whips, got balloon bouquets. And the finale was a trip to the cat playground. It was in LA so it was an hour drive and he hates being in the car that long but it’s so worth it to watch him have the time of his life with the other cats. It was just a little local place and you brought treats for the other cats and little party hats for the ones that will wear them. But when you walked in, the facility was completely decorated from top to bottom with balloons, banners, streamers. There were gourmet cat treats adorning a table. There were even party favors full of toys and treats for all the other cats coming to the party.

“Did I miss something?” You ask the owner. You’d been coming here for years and you got to know the woman pretty well.

“A Steve Rogers sent a party planner to set all this up,” she smiles. “He said it’s for the Jethro’s birthday.”

“He did all of this?” You whisper. It almost brings you to tears as you watch the other cat parents filter in and ask what the occasion is just for you hand them a party favor and thank them for coming to Jethro’s party. It was the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for you.

God, you really love this man.

He does so much for you, you just wish you could repay him.

“I have the best fiancé in the world! As you all know, it was baby Jethro’s birthday this week! I have a five year old, y'all! We went to Kitty Land in LA for his usual kitty play time and look at what Steve did! Handmade cat treats, party favors, and look at this balloon arch! It’s been so hard doing the long distance thing but he makes it easier with such sweet gestures like this. Look at these little guys! And Jethro made a new friend!”

You sigh as you scroll through the pictures of the party after you finished posting the TikTok.

You wish you could’ve shared the moment with Steve.

“You ready for dinner, little man?” You ask Jethro as he slinks out of your room, stretching along the way. He lets out a positive meow and you scratch his head.

“Dinner time, it’s dinner time,” you sing softly.

The door bell rings just as you stand up sending your cat scattering.

Friday evening around 6? Must be flowers.

You skip over to the door and open it without looking through the peep hole.

Once the door is open though, you quickly slam it back shut at the sight.

Those are not flowers.

A shoe catches in the frame stopping you from locking your unwanted visitors out.

“Ma’am, we’re with the federal bureau of investigations. We just have a couple of questions for you.” The man sounds very nice but you know better than to listen to anything they say. You’ve seen enough movies.

You pull the door back but only slightly, barely wider than the man’s foot.

“Can we come in?” There’s two of them: one woman in a black suit and the man asking the questions.

You quickly shake your head no.

“Then we’ll talk out here. Do you know Steve Rogers?”

“He’s my fiancé.”

“How about Brock Rumlow?”

You search you mind for the name but you’ve never heard it before. You shake your head again.

“Were you in New York August 18th?”

“What’s this about?” You ask.

“We’re investigating a murder, ma’am. Just answer the question.”

You swallow loudly. “I-I don’t feel comfortable with this. I want a lawyer or something.”

“You’re not detained. We’re not forcing you to say anything,” the woman sighs.

“I was in New York, but I don’t know that name. I’m sorry.”

“Alright, if you can think of anything, here’s my card.” The man passes you a white card with an official looking seal on it.

“We’ll be in touch,” the woman sighs.

You just nod and take the card before securely locking the door. You take a deep breath and lean back against the door.

What just happened? Who were those people? You turn the card over in your hand

Agent Phil Coulson.

Your breaths start to shake as you attempt to think.

“Steve,” you whisper.

You run to your phone left abandoned on the couch and quickly dial his number.

“Little star,” he greets far too cheerfully for the situation. “What-“

“Steve! The FBI just came to my house and they asked me if I knew you and-“

“Stop.” There’s that harsh voice that you hadn’t heard since you first met him. Your jaw clicks shut at the word. You almost shrink back at his tone but he keeps talking. “Pack your stuff. I’m sending the plane. Don’t talk to anyone. Don’t answer the door unless I tell you to.”

“Steve,” you whimper. “What’s-“

“Stop talking. Pack your stuff.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“I’ll see you soon.”

You nod then remember he can’t see you. “Okay.” The phone call ends abruptly with you still holding the phone up to your ear.

“Okay,” you whisper. Jethro chirps at you from under the couch before rubbing against your leg.

“Okay,” you repeat once move. “Dinner. Then packing, okay?”

Thirty minutes later Steve sends you an ETA for the plane. You had about five hours to pack up yourself and your cat and maybe take a little nap but honestly, you were far too wired to rest. So you busy yourself with packing and once you’re done with that, you busy yourself with cleaning. You’ve finished sweeping and you at least cleaned the bathrooms before your phone starts vibrating.

Sam’s outside Steve messages.

You stand on an upside down trash can and look through the peep hole, learning your lesson. There he is, waiting outside for you.

You quickly unlock the door.

“Come here, girl,” he bids and you quickly fall into his arms. “It’s okay. We’re gonna get you home,” Sam promises. Home. Steve’s home. “You ready?” You nod and a driver comes in to collect your luggage. You tote Jethro and your computer bag and follow Sam downstairs.

Once you’re on the plane, the two of you sit in palatable silence. You try to distract yourself by keeping Jethro entertained but it’s his bed time and he’s not having anything to do with you. He just wants to sleep but he can’t relax in the strange environment.

You turn to Sam and a book rests on his lap as he’s fallen asleep, too.

You should try to sleep too but the day reels back in your mind over and over. Ugh!

You let out a soft groan and fall over in the seat next to you. Just a couple more hours of this.

Bucky meets you at the airport and he’s just as quiet as Sam.

Something told you Steve told them not to talk to you. You sit in the back seat and stare at the backs of Sam and Bucky’s heads.

“Can we talk at all?” You finally ask as the city comes into view outside of your window.

“I’m sorry, princess. Steve wants you fresh when you get to him,” Sam states sadly.

“Fresh?”

“It means he doesn’t want any outside influences. We can’t talk to you,” Bucky sighs.

“Not even you two?”

“Not even us,” Sam reiterates. You sigh and slump down in you seat. “We’re almost there.”

The world finally becomes familiar as you pull up to the building with Steve’s penthouse. But you don’t go down to the garage. Instead, Steve steps out of the building, his long trench coat billowing in the wind as steps up to the car. You can’t help but greet him happily, falling into his arms.

“Steve, I don’t kno-“ but he just shushes you gently. He holds you against him and runs his hand down your head to tangle his fingers in your locs.

“Not now. We’re going to go somewhere we can talk.” You just nod. You feel a bit more relaxed in Steve’s arms but everything is reaching a boiling point. Steve’s hand runs up and down your shoulders as he presses kisses to your temple.

Sam takes Jethro upstairs and returns relatively quickly before you all continue on through the city.

Bucky stops the car in front of a bumping club. Men and women stream in and out in skimpy dresses and fitted dress shirts.

“We’re going to talk here?” You question skeptically.

“It’s quiet,” Steve smirks down at you and you can’t help but give him a disbelieving laugh. You were dressed for anything but the club. Maybe for a Target run or the gym in your leggings and cropped sweater. You were also mentally prepared for anything but the club. Maybe an anxiety attack or a therapy session. “Come on, little star,” Steve bids and opens the door on his side. A bouncer exits the building and wordlessly escorts your group through a side door. Steve’s hand finds your lower back as he leads you through the dark halls. You don’t pay much attention to your surroundings. You can just hear a thumping beat and multiple sets of footsteps.

The bouncer opens a red velvet padded door which leads to a private room. A waitress quickly follows after him and takes the men’s orders. You request some water. You don’t feel like partying or being here in general. You just want to go home.

Steve’s home.

You take a sip of your water that’s placed in your hands to try to calm your nerves. It doesn’t help.

Once the waitress leaves, Steve’s pulls you into his lap on one of the plush couches that surrounds the room.

“Alright. Talk.” You take a deep breath to finally spill out everything that’s been on your mind. “Slowly,” Steve adds knowing you’ll spit it all out in one breath if you can.

You smile at his words and go over the entire incident in as much detail as you can remember. You hand Steve the card the agent left you. He looks it over. “That’s everything?” You nod. Steve hands the card to Bucky. “Don’t kill anyone. Just make sure they stay away from her,” he instructs the brunet as he leaves the room.

“Wha-“ you breathe at Steve’s command.

“Sammy, go with him. Make sure he doesn’t get out of control.”

“Out of con-“

“Little star,” Steve sighs, gipping your chin to make you face him.

“We came all the way here just for this two minute conversation?” You question before he can say anything else. “We could have talked at home.”

He sighs, looking outwardly frustrated by your outburst. He just holds your chin a little tighter, impeding any further speech from you. “Listen.” His voice takes on that dangerous growl that makes you want to shy away from him. “You don’t say another word about this. Not to me. Not to Sam. Not to Bucky. Not even to yourself. No one. Understand?” His hold on you loosens enough for you to nod.

The moment he releases you you ask, “Why did they come to my house?”

“What about ‘don’t talk about it ever again’ didn’t you understand?” Steve asks with a small smirk.

“But I have so many questions,” you whine.

“I understand. But I don’t want you any deeper in this than you already are.”

“You said that before and I still don’t understand! What are you hiding from me?”

The second the words leave your mouth, the padded door to the private room opens.

“They told me you had a reservation but I didn’t believe it until my security told me you were actually here. What do I owe the pleasure of having the Star Spangled Man grace my humble club?”

Your eyes widened impossibly at the man who steps through the door. This can’t be happening.

“We came for some quiet. Apparently that’s hard to find here, too,” Steve sighs. His grip on your waist tightens as you almost start to buzz with excitement. His hold on you seems to be the only thing holding you down.

“A little rendezvous with your new pet? You can’t do that at home, Rogers?”

“Quiet is a scarce commodity these days,” Steve counters. You start to practically vibrate in his lap before Steve finally spares you a glance. “Let me introduce you to my fiancée.” Steve taps your ass so you’ll stand up. He opens his mouth to introduce you but you’re already on your feet shaking the man’s hand erratically.

“You’re Loki Laufyson! Oh my gosh! I’m such a huge fan! I loved you in Ragnarok and The Dark World and I’ve seen all of your plays! Can you sign my phone? Can you sign my face? Can you tell me to kneel?”

Loki smirks at your words. “I think we can arrange-“

“No,” Steve grips you forearm and pulls you back to his chest. “You will not be kneeling for anyone.” That rough tone comes out in Steve that has you submitting against him. “One picture.”

“Do I get to choose the pose?” Loki asks. So much suggestion leaks into his voice that you nod excitedly until you see Steve’s face. Those daggers are back in full force. You quickly start shanking your head. “Fine. Something innocent that the future hubby approves of,” Loki sighs and holds open his arms for a selfie. You quickly snap a few photos. You didn’t expect him to be so tall in real life.

“If you ever want to be a little naughty, you know where to find me,” Loki adds quietly just before releasing you. You practically bounce on your toes back to Steve, giggles falling from your lips the entire way.

“If you’re done harassing my fiancée, I have a quick question for you. You had a run in with the feds. Do you know an Agent Coulson?”

“Nasty little bugger,” Loki grimaces. “Why? Is he on the hit list? It would really help me out if he was.”

“Afraid not,” Steve states shutting down the man. “He’s got a female partner. You know her?”

“How badly do you want to know, Mr. America?”

Steve crosses his arms over his broad chest as he thinks. “I got some new stuff from Venezuela. Just sourced it a few weeks ago.” Venezuela? A few weeks ago? “Really hard shit. We’re calling it tesseract.”

“Tesseract? Such a fucking pretentious name,” Loki chuckles.

“Yeah, well, fentanyl was taken.”

“Is it any good?”

“Got people dropping like flies left and right. I’ll send you a sample.”

“I don’t have much for a sample,” Loki goads.

“I don’t have much for junkie has beens either.”

Loki scowls at the blond. “Maria.”

“Maria what?”

“Like I said, I don’t have much for a sample.”

Your eyes ping pong back and forth between the two men as they negotiate.

“This is fucking powerful stuff. You don’t even know if you like it yet,” Steve counters with a small smirk.

“If I don’t, I know my brother will.”

“Fine. Tesseract and two dose of the serum.”

“Now we’re talking, Mr. Rogers,” Loki smirks. “Her last name is Hill.”

“Maria Hill?” Steve repeats earning a nod from the actor. Steve types something into his phone before focusing back on the man. “Pleasure doing business with you, Loki.”

“Leaving so soon?” Loki frowns.

Steve just grabs your coat and places it over your shoulders before picking up his own. “I’m a busy man. I’ll have your end dropped off tonight. Don’t use in all in one place.”

Loki scoffs as Steve leads you through the door and back out to his waiting car. He holds the the front passenger door for you before he drives away.

“I didn’t think he used hard drugs,” you whisper more to yourself than to Steve.

“Little star, you’d be surprised,” Steve sighs.

“He just seems so genuine in his movies and in interviews.”

“They say don’t meet your heroes.” Sound advice apparently.

“What about his brother?”

“Those two were my best customers when I was selling. Now they have to beg me for shit.” This is the most Steve has ever revealed about his seedy past.

“I met Thor a few years ago. He was so sweet,” you muse.

“Probably high as a kite,” Steve chuckles. “All you have to do is meet their sister and you’ll have the whole set.”

“They have a sister?”

“She’s their manager. They don’t talk about her much. She’s a bit of a tyrant.”

“They probably need that to stay in line.”

Steve smirks. “Probably. Are you hungry at all. Do you want me to stop and get you something?” You shake your head feeling more tired than hungry. Having all of that off your chest and on Steve’s strong shoulders felt like you lost 15 pounds. You finally feel like you can breathe. You open your mouth once more to ask him about it but his hand on your thigh reminds you not to.

Instead, you slip your hand under his so your fingers are interlocked. He brings the back of your hand to his lips to press a kiss there.

“We’re going to have to move the wedding up,” Steve mutters. “As soon as possible.”

“What? But-“ He grips your hand uncomfortably tight, making your voice die on your lips. “Okay,” you whisper simply. There’s no fighting this. Just go with it. “To when?”

“Next week.”

“Next week? There’s no time to get anything done in a week!”

“We’ll still have your big dream wedding but I need it to say you’re my wife on paper.”

You intake a sharp breath. Time to start thinking with your rational head. That’s what he’s doing. He’s trying to keep the two of you out of some kind of trouble…

“We can just elope. Make the big wedding a vow renewal in a couple of years. We’re just so in love, we can’t wait?”

“You’re the influencer. Is that what’s in now?”

“Big elaborate weddings are definitely out to save money for houses and trips,” you shrug. It wasn’t like that was an issue for Steve. But it will make you look much more relatable.

You’re drooping by the time you reach home. Steve can barely keep you awake long enough for the elevator ride.

You let out a yawn and break away from him to go to your room. You barely have enough energy to flop onto the bed.

Steve follows behind you to watch the whole thing play out as Jethro scrambles away just in time to miss your leg.

“That tired?” He chuckles. He picks you up and arranges the bed so you can be under the blankets. “Get some sleep, little star,” he bids and presses a kiss to your forehead.

You gasp awake. It’s far too hot and you need to pee and your arm is numb and you just fell from a 40 story building…

Ok, maybe that last one was just part of a dream.

You stumble out of bed anyway, trying to avoid your cat who has managed to make a bed between your scissored legs.

He gives you a questioning chirp despite your best efforts to avoid him.

“It’s okay. Go back to sleep,” you whisper and scratch the kitten’s head before rushing off to the bathroom. You barely managed to notice the sky outside is still pitch black. You wonder what time it is as you wash your hands and ponder returning to bed. You kind of want to take a shower…

6am on a Saturday? Blah! You need to go back to sleep on principle.

You opt for a quick shower but as you slide back into the enormous bed Steve got you and stare out the floor to ceiling windows as the sky slowly gets brighter.

Maybe you should go see what Steve was up to…

He’s probably asleep. You should leave him alone, you think as you tiptoe down the hall. His door is cracked open so you don’t even need to knock. You peak through and see his sleeping form still curled in his bed.

Of course he’s still asleep…

…

He wouldn’t mind if you joined him, would he?

You’d slept together before but that was after he invited you to his bed. So that was a forever invitation, right?

Before you finish rationalizing, your feet are already carrying you to his bed.

Your mind was back to reeling about everything that was going on. You just didn’t want to be alone.

You perch on the edge of the bed and watch for any signs of distress but he just keeps sleeping soundly. Snoring lightly as his arms curl over one of his pillows. He looks amazingly peaceful. You wish he could look like this while he’s awake.

You shouldn’t bother him…

You stand up and walk over to the other side of the bed. You notice a pair of glasses on his nightstand in the pale sunlight. You didn’t know he wore glasses. You pull back the blankets behind him and slide into the bed. God, he’s warm! The whole bed is a nice and cozy temperature so unlike your own where you move a fraction and you’re suddenly freezing.

You inch closer to him waiting for his breathing to sputter and for him to wake up. But he doesn’t. You finally reach his warm body and snuggle against him.

Mmmmm. Perfect. Your arms wrap around his torso and you fall asleep almost instantly.

You blink awake to the sound of running water and a clean smell. You let out a soft moan. You aren’t ready to get up. You turn over and snuggle back into the pillows.

Steve must be up and he already discovered you so why bother going now?

Well, maybe you should give him some space to get ready…

But you’re so comfy!

You pull the plush blankets up to your chin and start to doze off again. You vaguely hear the water turn off and resolve to waking up. You prop yourself up on one arm and rub your eyes with the other.

You let out a soft moan and yawn and stretch. When you open your eyes, you blearily see a figure. A very tall, muscular, and very naked figure.

Steve stares back at you for a moment with a towel in his wet hair.

There’s a pregnant silence between you as you watch each other. Your eyes can’t help but wonder down his naked body before snapping back up to his face.

The action seems to break whatever spell is over the two of you.

“Shit,” Steve hisses and drops his towel to his waist.

“Sorry!” You squeak at the same time and avert your gaze to the bed under you.

“No, no! I should’ve known you’d be awake.”

“No, I invaded your space without permission,” you quickly counter.

There’s a brief silence after your statement. “You don’t need permission to sleep with me.”

“I don’t?” You whisper and hazard a glance up at him.

He secures his towel around his waist and looks back up at you. “Never, little star.”

You watch each other for a moment now that he’s covered. Well, relatively covered. “I guess we’re even now,” you smile.

“I guess so,” Steve smirks and approaches the bed. “Is everything okay? Why are you in here anyway?”

“Um,” you sigh as he sits on the bed. “I guess, I just, I didn’t want to be alone,” you mutter.

“I get that.” Steve cups your face and directs your gaze back up at him. “Whatever I can do to help.” You nod. “It was nice to wake up next to someone,” Steve smiles.

“I really did miss you while I was home,” you admit.

“I missed you too.” He leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your lips. Something flutters deep inside you and you smile against him.

“What are you so happy about?” Steve hums.

You just shake your head and grin. “You’re not going to tell me?”

“Nope,” you giggle and press another kiss to his lips.

“I think I know a way to get it out of you,” he grins and presses you down against the bed for an onslaught of kisses. You moan against his mouth as he finds his way on top of you, his elbows framing your face and his knees finding their way between your spread legs.

His kisses start to let up slightly as you chase his lips.

“Will you tell me now?” He mutters just breaths away from your lips. Your hands bend up against your chest, not really knowing what to do with them. He seems to notice and grips your hand to press a kiss to your palm.

“Maybe,” you smile.

“Maybe?” He repeats. “What do you want, my beautiful star? Cars? Houses? Power? You can have whatever you want.”

“I don’t want any of that,” you whisper.

“What do you want?”

“Just you,” you smile.

“You have me, star.” He presses one last kiss to your lips before flipping over on his back, taking you with him. You let out a silent gasp as you’re suddenly flipped over. Your hands land on his toned bare chest. Your skin flushes and you suddenly feel unbearably hot. “Now tell me what you think is is funny.”

“I-it doesn’t seem all that funny anymore,” you whisper.

“Oh no. You’re not getting away with it that easily.” His hands run down to your hips, holding you in place. Pinning you there under his ocean gaze.

“I just-it’s just you seem to enjoy my company more than Sam and Bucky’s.”

“Oh, I definitely do,” Steve grins. “I can’t do this with them,” he laughs.

“I mean, you could,” you giggle. “I don’t know how much they’d like it, though.”

“If I try, I need you there to back me up.” His laugh is so nice. It feels like it’s been far too long since you heard it.

You bend down and press another kiss to his lips. His hands travel further down over the curve of your ass. He squeezes you making squirm against him but he just spanks you in response. You smile against him and your kisses focus on sucking his bottom lip before trailing to his jaw.

“Hmm someone’s getting bold,” Steve groans as you nip just under his ear. “Where’d a virgin learn that?”

“You’ve seen my porn history,” you remind him.

“Fuck,” he moans and his body arches against yours and you feel exactly what you’re doing to him.

Your lips travel to the center of his throat just before you hear someone clear their throat.

“Sorry if we’re interrupting.” You hear the smile in Sam’s voice without even looking at him. Your face heats impossibly and you bury yourself in Steve’s chest.

Steve just groans tossing his head back into the pillows “You two are the absolute worst!”

“It’s not like you were going to fuck her,” Bucky laughs, leaning against one of the bed posts. “We figured you’d want to know we handled the little princess’s stalker problem.”

“Good. You did your fucking jobs. You want an award or something?” Steve mutters, exasperated. His tone makes you giggle as you peek out at the two men.

“Thank you, guys,” you offer in Steve’s lack of appreciation.

“You’re very welcome,” Sam grins.

“Don’t encourage them,” Steve warns softly. “We’re moving the wedding to next week.”

“Oh, because you two are so in love?” Bucky mocks before making a gagging face.

“That’s exactly it, actually.” You notice the blush on Steve’s face as he says the words. “At least that’s what we’re telling people.”

“Wait! Are you pregnant?” Sam asks, concern suddenly overcoming his features.

“No!” Both you and Steve cry at the same time. Why do people keep asking that?

“Up,” Steve sighs and taps your ass. You attempt to roll off of him as gracefully as possible.

“Shit, Stevie. If she wasn’t pregnant, you were ready to pump a baby into her,” Bucky laughs at Steve’s very evident hard on as he rolls out of bed and walks into the closet.

“Shut up!” Steve barks as he disappears through the double doors.

“We are really sorry for interrupting,” Bucky smirks but his words sound sincere.

“It’s fine. We probably needed to stop anyway,” you whisper.

“What are you two up to today besides not making me an uncle?” Sam asks sliding into one of the chairs surrounding the bedroom’s fire place.

“We just woke up. We haven’t really discussed anything. Maybe I’ll go try to find a dress or something for the ceremony…”

Bucky frowns at your statement. “You two should enjoy your weekend. Go see a movie or something.”

“Loki’s starring in a broadway show right now. I know how much you love him,” Sam suggests. You smile but shake your head. You’re a little conflicted about your love for him right now.

They do have a point though. You two hadn’t been on a proper date in over a month.

“Where are some good date spots?”

“You can do an escape room?” Sam shrugs.

“Stevie will end up breaking something,” Bucky laughs. “He likes to go dancing.” You quickly shake your head at that. You don’t like clubs or bars or anywhere dancing would normally be.

“Maybe a movie would be fun,” you smile.

“What do you like? Action? Horror? Romance?” Bucky asks with a lifted brow as he scrolls through his phone.

“What scary movies are playing?”

“Scarlet Witch: what will a mother do to get back her children?” Bucky quotes. “They’re saying it’s pretty scary. Maybe you can get Steve to hold your hand,” He goads. “7:30? 8:45?”

“Why are you two still here?” Steve asks walking out of the closet in much more clothes. A pair of grey slacks and a black polo cover up his perfect body.

“We’re planning you a date,” Sam grins.

“I can’t today. I have a couple of meetings,” Steve sighs.

“Bullshit,” Sam frowns. “I know all your meetings.”

“I can do things without you two,” Steve mutters.

“No need to be hostile,” Bucky sighs. “We’re just trying to make sure your girl doesn’t feel neglected.”

Steve looks down at you, still wrapped up in his sheets but you can just stare at a loose thread of Egyptian cotton.

“We’ll do something tonight,” Steve sighs.

You grin up at him. “7:30?”

“7:30.” He leans over in the bed and presses a kiss to your head. “If you go somewhere, take one of them with you.” You nod.

“Take care of her,” he instructs his friends.

You watch him as he leaves the bedroom and hear the front door close behind him.

“Where the fuck is he going?” Bucky barks at Sam.

“He’s got a lot going on,” Sam sighs. “Give him some space.”

“He’s so fucking dramatic.” You nod in agreement to Bucky’s statement. “What could he possibly be doing without us?”

You watch the two men for a moment before opening your mouth. “Probably jacking off.”

Bucky gives you a pointed look before bursting into laughter.

“That was a good one,” Sam agrees with a light chuckle. You think you’ve hung out with them enough for them to accept you into their fold. You feel pride at actually making them laugh.

“Since he’s gone, do you want to go shopping with me?” You smile up at the two.

A couple hours later, the three of you stop by Starbucks for breakfast than it’s off to Bergdorf for last minute dress shopping. You figured you can just get something off the rack for this last minute wedding. The judge won’t care if you’re not wearing a one of a kind designer gown. As long as you look good in it.

You found a dress you like but it’s just okay. You’re not really in love with it. And you refuse to compromise on this. You’ve made enough compromises…

And there’s plenty more shops to go!

“I’m tired of this,” Bucky grumbles as you peruse the racks of Bloomingdale’s.

“You can go sit,” you suggest.

“I’m tired of sitting!”

“This is only the second store,” you argue.

“How many stores are we supposed to go to?”

“Steve said one of you has to stay with me so suck it up,” you counter before sticking your tongue out at him.

“How about this one?” Sam asks, holding up a floor length silk gown.

“Too bedroom,” you frown.

“Don’t they have people to do this for you?” Bucky sighs, crossing his arms.

“They do, but shopping is therapeutic.”

“For who?” He barks.

You let out a defeated sigh as you finish looking through the evening gown section.

“Saks?” You ask Sam. He’s all in on this shopping trip and you love it. Maybe you should’ve left Bucky at home.

“Let’s do it,” he grins.

“Ugh!” Bucky groans.

You pass by the lingerie section on your way out of the store. A thought can’t help but come to mind.

“Hey,” you brooch the two men as you file into the town car waiting outside. “So, um, you guys know Steve better than anyone.”

“I guess,” Bucky sighs.

“I don’t think he’s told you this but I’m a virgin.”

“You’re a what?” Sam chokes on his coffee. Bucky’s eyes just widen at you and you start talking before either of them can say anything else.

“I know! You said something today and I realized he didn’t tell you which was really sweet of him to keep my personal business to himself but I need your help with something.” The words fumble out of your mouth in quick succession. You’re trying to do better so you make sure to pause between each word so they can understand you.

“You want us to break you in before the wedding night?” Bucky jokes earning a punch in the arm from Sam.

“How can we help, princess?”

“Um, I-I want to get something to wear for the wedding night,” you whisper as two sets of eyes watch you intently. “But I don’t really know what he’ll like…”

“I’m suddenly not tired anymore,” Bucky smirks.

“Cool it,” Sam scolds. “You’re sure you want us with you? Isn’t this kind of a friend thing?”

“My friends haven’t even met Steve. They won’t be much help. Like, what if I pick out a bunch of lacy frilly things and he’s more of a leather and chains guy?”

Bucky inhales sharply at your words and gives you a once over and that tells you he wants to say something wildly inappropriate but Sam rescues you.

“Honestly, you could wear a paper bag and he’d love it but of course we’ll help.”

You step into the nearest lingerie store and suddenly feel completely overwhelmed. There’s a lot of colors and textures and exposed skin to process.

“Hi! Welcome in!” An associate greets. “Let me know if you need anything.” You’re grateful that they seem to leave you up to your own devices while Bucky and Sam spilt up across the store.

You see something frilly and pink and immediately walk up to it. Cute. But definitely not sexy. Maybe Steve likes cute…

You think back to how he had you pinned under him and was about to make you his in every way. No, he probably doesn’t like cute…

You pick it up anyway. No harm in trying it on.

You’ve only found the one outfit when the sales lady steps up to you.

“Shopping for a special occasion?”

“Um, my wedding night,” you whisper.

“Oh! That is special! Which one’s the lucky guy?” She asks gesturing to the two men that followed you in.

“Neither. They’re my fiancé’s best friends.”

“Oh?” The looks of utter confusion on her face makes you laugh. “I know. We’re a little unconventional. I mean, we aren’t swingers or anything! I just figured I’d get a male perspective.”

She just hums and looks down at the set you’re holding. “What do you like?”

“Well, I’ve never really shopped for anything like this,” you admit.

“But I’m sure you’ve thought about it? You have to be comfortable, first and foremost.”

You nod. “Well, I like rainbows and hearts and pink. Maybe pastel purple. Girly stuff,” you shrug.

“I’ll take that and start a fitting room for you. And we’ll walk over to our softer things.” You nod and follow the woman to the corner of the store Sam and Bucky completely avoided.

“I like this section,” you smile.

“Have fun,” the associate bids and goes to help your companions.

Twenty minutes later you’re standing in the fitting area with your assigned associate, Jen. She lets out a deep sigh. “Alright, these are James’s picks,” she points at a cluster of dark leather and straps that intimidates you to no end. “These are Sam’s.” This group is just as dark but much more tame and full of lace. “And these are yours,” you couple of picks are the brightest part of the room right now. “Should we narrow it down before trying on.” You nod adamantly.

By the time you’re done, there’s about eight sets left. You’ve already decided you’ll probably get one from each pile. Now it was just a matter of picking which ones.

“I’ll go put these back. Let me know if you need any help.”

Then you’re left alone. You can hear Sam and Bucky chatting about nothing in particular in the sitting area outside of the dressing rooms. Maybe this is the part where you need some female guidance.

There was always FaceTime.

You try on the first few colorful ones you chose just to warm yourself up.

Maybe yellow looked really good on you. You turn and try to see your back side. You like it! One for the yes pile!

You like the first pink one you found too!

Okay. Maybe this would be easier than you thought.

Maybe not.

You hold up one of Bucky’s choices and Jen explained it to you very thoroughly before she left but you keep getting your leg tangled in the strap meant for the arm? Or maybe it goes around the back? This thing should really come with instructions…

“Hey, guys! Can you get Jen?”

“You need help?” Sam asks.

“Yes! But not from you two!”

“Oh, come on! We can help!” Bucky jokes.

“I’ll get her,” Sam sighs, ignoring his friend.

“Hey,” the woman knocks and you open the door.

“I know you told me how to do this but I think I’m stuck,” you laugh opening the door.

She giggles at your predicament. “Alright. We got this,” she assures you.

Once it’s on, you’re kind of shocked at how much you like it.

“Okay. I need, like, written instructions on how to put this on,” you insist as you turn in the mirror to get all of the angles.

“You like it?” Jen asked happily.

“I do! I think I found my freaky side,” you giggle.

“Oh, you already had a freaky side, princess,” Sam calls. You can’t help but laugh remembering he’s probably seen your porn history too.

You leave the store with two large shopping.

“Thank you, guys! This was fun!” You smile as you wait for the car.

Bucky just shrugs and sighs. “Steve better give me a detailed play by play when you wear that stuff for him.” You laugh at his statement and glance around the area. You’re near the fabric district here and there’s a fabric store across the street but that isn’t what catches your attention.

“That’s it,” you breathe.

You step out into the street just to get stopped by Sam before the car pulls up.

“Hey! Are you trying to kill yourself?” You don’t bother responding. You just point at the shop. “Okay. But we’re using the crosswalk,” Sam laughs tugging you along.

“It’s perfect!” You smile at the dress in the window. It’s looked like it was made of silk or satin but it was structured yet flowy, with a full skirt and train that looked just informal enough for a elopement but formal enough to know that it’s for a special occasion.

“It’s a dress,” Bucky grunts.

“Buck, we’ve been to three stores and she hated everything. I think this is important,” Sam rationalizes but you’re already half way in the building, phone out to capture whatever is about to happen because it’s bound to make good content.

You walk straight up to the counter to a brunette woman. “Hi, um, weird question, is that dress in the window for sale?”

“I’m sorry-“ she starts but the giant brunet behind you interrupts her.

“Name your price,” Bucky requests. “Ten grand? Fifteen? Rent around here must be crazy,” he goads.

The woman looks up at him then back at you.

“I’m sorry but that dress is just a display. It’s not finished.”

“Oh,” you frown. “Who designed it? Do they work here?”

“Actually,” she smiles, “he does. I’ll go get him.”

She disappears from the counter and into a back room.

She returns with a teenager stumbling behind her. He can’t be older than 16.

His gaze jumps between you and the two men behind you in confusion. “H-hi! Did you guys need help with something?”

“Did you design that dress?” You ask pointing at the window.

“Uh, yeah. It was just a project. Something to put out for fall…”

“Can you make me one?”

“Wha-“

“I’m getting married next week and I’ve looked all over LA and New York and this is the first dress I’ve fallen in love with,” you blurt out.

“We’ll pay whatever you want,” Sam states.

“Um, let me, uh, just consult with my aunt real quick.”

“Do it, Peter,” she smiles the second the words leave his lips.

“Alright. Let’s do it,” he grins.

“Is it okay if I film this?” You smile.

You’re measured and draped and pinned and hemmed and a mock up is made right there on the spot.

The shop keeper collects a bundle of white fabrics for you to choose from and you pick a bright white silk taffeta that looks amazing contrasting against your dark skin. You’re so in love already.

“Give me a couple of days and we’ll do the first fitting. Then it will just take me a day to make corrections.” You nod happily at your designer’s words. Sam give his aunt the down payment and you file back out into the street.

You let out the most content sigh you can muster since this whole ordeal started months ago.

“Guys it’s getting really real,” you sigh to your camera while doing your makeup. “Something came up and we decided to elope. We’re getting married sometime next week.” You already called Kate, Kamala, and Kahhori and told them the news. They complained for a moment about bridesmaids things and bridal showers but you explained to just wear something nice within the color range and Steve will pay for their last minute flights and lodging.

“We’re going to have a small ceremony, probably at the courthouse, with close friends. I finally found the dress today! You’ll have to wait for the wedding to see it but it’s perfect. Steve suggested doing a big thing in couple of years for our vow renewal but I think I like the idea of something small. We’re just ready to be one. And no, I’m not pregnant!” You laugh. “Anyway it’s probably our last date night as boyfriend and girlfriend. See you all at the alter,” you grin and end the video just as you hear the front door open.

His footsteps approach your room first and you look up happily.

“There’s my little movie star,” Steve smiles. He leans against the bathroom door and watches you go back to your makeup.

“How did your meetings go?”

He lets out a world weary sigh. “I’d rather not think about that.” You nod wanting to be his peace. “What are we wearing tonight?”

“I put some options out on your bed,” you instruct but he doesn’t leave. He just steps further into the room. He stoops over your seated form and wraps his long arms around your shoulders.

“Do I have time for a nap?”

“We have to leave in about an hour so I think so.” You smile at his reflection in your vanity mirror before picking up his hand and placing a kiss to the back of it. You notice his knuckles are bruised and raw.

“Steve, you want me to wrap this up for you?”

You’re already attempting to stand up but you realize you don’t even know where the bandages are.

“Oh?” He opens his eyes and examines his hand. “I guess I didn’t realize how messed up I got,” he chuckles.

You smile back at him and let him lead you to the first aid kit in his bathroom. You’re surprised you don’t ask him what happened. You wonder but you know the answer. He can’t tell you, he doesn’t want to get you involved, it’s best if you don’t know, blah blah blah. Why bother asking anymore?

The two of you settle on his bed while you assess the wound.

“Does it hurt?” You question while applying alcohol to the split skin.

“Not when you do it,” he grins making you giggle.

“There. All better.” You kiss both of his freshly bandaged hands.

“You’re the best,” Steve smiles.

“Get some rest. I don’t want you snoring during the movie.” You press a kiss to his forehead and move to get up but he grabs your hand.

He pulls you down into one of his breath stealing kisses making you smile.

You pull away slowly, glancing into his blue eyes.

“Stay?” He asks softly.

“I have to finish getting ready.”

“Please.”

You can’t say no to that. You curl around his large body and press another kiss to his lips. His hands run across your back, holding you close as he falls back into his bed. You smother your face into his neck and chest as he tangles his fingers in your locs. His breathing calms pretty quickly and it starts to lull you into a sense of comfort as well. You close your eyes.

Just for a few minutes…

You wake up and blink into the darkness. Steve’s weight rests partially on top of you. That groggy feeling that comes on when you fall asleep with the sun out and wake up and it’s pitch black starts to settle over you. You were supposed to wake up for something…

Oh shit! The movie! You tense up to sit up but find yourself hopelessly pinned under you fiancé. You probably missed it anyway.

You settle back down. Even Jethro is curled into your other side. You aren’t going anywhere.

You turn your head wondering if Steve has a clock in his room. You’re within arms reach of his nightstand and you remember he put his phone there before you sat down.

Your hand slaps across the wood searching for the little rectangle.

11:43? Ugh!

You guys need to find some food before everything closes.

“Steve,” you call and shake his shoulder. “Steve, are you hungry?”

He groans and holds you a little tighter, dragging you further under him.

“Steve,” you giggle. “You’re crushing me.”

“Good. It’ll keep you in my bed,” he mumbles. You laugh again and try to wiggle out from under him. “You’re too hot,” you whine.

He yawns and rolls off of you. “You’re pretty sexy yourself,” he mutters. You roll over and crawl up his chest. “Did we miss the movie?” You nod and give an affirmative hum. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“It’s okay. I was pretty beat, too. But we should probably get some food.”

“Ugh,” he groans again and drops his arm back over you. “What do you want? What time is it?”

“Almost midnight.”

“Shit! We slept all evening!”

“Yeah, we did,” you laugh.

“I’m sorry, little star! I owe you a date.”

“I just wanted to spend time with you.”

“You’re spending all kind of time with me.” His fingers strum across your back making you smile.

“It’s just like adults to spend their time together sleeping.”

“What are we supposed to do? Go to Coney Island?”

“Well, we went to Disneyland.”

Steve chuckles and finally sits up dragging you along with him.

“What’s open this late?” He muses and grabs his phone. “IHOP? Dennys? Taco Bell?”

“My stomach can’t handle Taco Bell,” you laugh.

“You’re getting old,” Steve jokes in the light of his phone.

“Let’s go to IHOP!”

You change and jump into one of Steve’s cars for a short drive down the street. You opt for a booth in the corner hoping for some quiet but group of teenagers is sat a couple tables away from you dashing that dream.

Steve rolls his eyes as they talk loudly about the Aston Martin in the parking lot.

“Do you get that a lot when leave the house?” You ask quietly.

“How often do people see luxury cars at ihop?”

You just smile and point at the sugary pancake options. “Do you want to share one?”

“The Cinnamon Toast Crunch one!”

“Anything you want, star.” The waitress takes your orders before disappearing again.

“I was thinking we can do the wedding at my house in the Hamptons. Friday? Saturday?”

“You have a house in the Hamptons? Where don’t you have a house? Is the weather that close to the water nice right now? Who’s officiating?”

“All these fucking questions,” Steve chuckles. “You know I don’t know shit about these houses. It’ll be a little chilly but not coat weather. Sweater weather I guess.”

“I love that song,” you interrupt.

“Never heard of it. Natasha said she’s ordained and she’ll do it.”

“That’s nice of her. At least it won’t be a stranger. Probably Saturday. We can do, like, an early afternoon ceremony then brunch.”

“I’ll let the planner know.”

“You didn’t tell me there’s a planner,” you blanch.

“You didn’t tell me what you did with Sam and Bucky all day,” he counters playfully.

“Oh? I found the dress! It’ll be ready hopefully by Wednesday.”

“Good,” Steve smiles. “What else did you do?” He asks pointedly and you know one of them talked.

“Um, we went to a lingerie store to…get something for the wedding night,” you whisper.

Steve smirks at your words and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms. “You don’t have to get all dolled up for me. I like what I see.”

You giggle and glance away. “I just want it to be special.”

“You’re going to let me have you?”

“You’re going to be my husband,” you rationalize.

He regards you for a moment before slipping from his side of the booth to join you on yours.

He curls over you and presses a kiss to your lips.

“It would be an honor.” You lift yourself up to kiss him back.

“I don’t just pass my virginity out to anyone. You better know what you’re doing.”

He smirks at that then asks you a question that feels completely out of left field. “Do you want kids?”

“I-wha-?”

“I know you’re not on birth control. But I had a vasectomy almost 20 years ago and I have no intention on reversing it for no reason. So, do you want kids?” His brow lifts. In that quiet booth, the two of you start to plan your future.

“Do you want kids?” You counter, looking up at him through your lashes.

“I do. I’d love it if you’d make me some. But not yet. I think we need to practice this marriage thing for a bit.”

You nod in agreement. The two of you are silent for a moment before you look back up at him. “Who told you?”

“Oh, you know it was Buck,” Steve chuckles. “He’s pissed off I didn’t tell him you were a virgin.”

“It’s such a big deal to him. I still masturbate. It’s not like I’m untainted,” you laugh.

Steve takes a sharp inhale and clears his throat before answering. “Guys are just into that sort of thing, star. They think they can mold you into what they want. But you know what you like, huh?” He mutters so close to you ear a shiver goes down your spine.

“D-do you like that? That I’m a virgin?”

He hums in thought as his hand around your waist grips your side before dropping down to your hip. “I don’t like that I’ll have to be gentle with you,” he frowns. “I’m a little rough in the bedroom. But,” he sighs, “I’ve never been with a virgin. It will be fun to learn with you.”

“Y-you can be rough,” you whisper.

“No. I want you to enjoy your first time. It’s gotta be good or you’ll hate sex. I don’t want you telling me you have a headache or you’re on your period five weeks in a row because you don’t like how it feels. We have to figure each other out.”

He stops talking as your food is brought out. Steve starts cutting up his omelette but you just stare at your French toast.

“Should we start?”

“Start what?” Steve asks around around a mouthful.

“Start ‘figuring each other out’? So it won’t be so…awkward?”

“I’ve been fucking trying but every time I do my dumbass friends walk in.” You burst into laughter at his statement and how true it is.

“You managed to find some of the most fantastic cockblocks,” you manage between giggles.

“Some of the best in the business,” Steve agrees with a chuckle.

“Were they like that with Peggy?”

“Oh, they were the fucking worst! I don’t know how they knew every time we were trying to have sex. They’d call. They’d knock. Buck always just let himself in. He didn’t even feel bad about it.” You smile at him reminiscing about his late wife. It’s sweet. “And when Nat was in town, forget about it. We just went to bed fully clothed every night because she may just be doing laundry or cooking in our house the next morning. It was like they had a tracker on me.”

“They just love you.”

“My wife loved me, too!” He argues making you giggle.

“Okay, they just have keys to the house, right? Do they have keys to the bedrooms? We’ll lock the bedroom door.”

“Then they’ll just bang on the door.”

“Loud music! Or we can wear headphones with noise cancellation!”

“This is so much work to have sex,” Steve groans a little too loudly garnering the attention of the teenagers.

“Oh my God,” you laugh and hide your face in his cable knit.

“You kids got a problem?” He barks at them only making you laugh harder.

“Stop!” You cry, tugging lightly on his sweater. He just chuckles at your embarrassment.

“Eat your food so I can take you home and fuck your brains out,” Steve adds just as loudly to make sure the kids overhear it.

“I’m going to kill you!” You laugh as tears start to fill your eyes.

“Good luck with that, star.”

Steve drapes his arms over your shoulders as you step back into the house. He bends down to press a kiss to your temple and holds his nose there, nuzzling against you.

“You wanna take a shower with me?”

You almost whip out of his hold you turn so fast.

His expression quickly turns to amusement. “Too soon?”

You nod immediately as your face heats with a blush.

“Alright. Go get ready for bed and I’ll come find you.” He pulls you in for another forehead kiss before branching off to his bedroom.

You watch him as he walks away. This man is about to be your husband. He’s gorgeous. He’s kind. He’s surprisingly gentle. And you can’t even bring yourself to shower with him?

“Wait!” You call grabbing his hand. He hums, turning back around to face you. “Just showering, right? Like we aren’t going to do that until Saturday?”

Steve smiles and nods. “Just showering.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll shower with you,” you spell out with a light laugh at how ridiculous you feel like you sound.

He just smirks at you an pulls you into him to hold your hand properly.

He surprises you and takes you to your room. Well, you guess it makes sense. All of your toiletries are in there.

He turns on you once you reach the end of your bed.

“I’m going to take your clothes off,” he tells and sits on the end of your bed.

“Oh! N-no! I can take them off myself.”

He shakes his head and pulls you between his legs. “I’m taking off your clothes.”

“Are you sure? We can just meet in the shower…”

He shakes his head again and plays with the hem of your sweater. “I want to take off your clothes.”

“…want to?” You question, letting your hands fall to his shoulders.

“I want to,” he repeats pulling you into a soft kiss.

“Okay,” you whisper after pulling away.

“Okay.”

He lifts the hem of your shirt that he’s been toying with up and over your head.

He inhales sharply once you’re left in your bra and leggings. “Shit,” he breathes. “I forgot how gorgeous you were under all of these clothes.” You giggle and move your arms to cover your chest. “Aht!” He scolds, pulling your arms away. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from me.” You smile and place your hands back on his shoulders. He presses your leggings down your hips and he helps you step out of them. “Fucking perfect,” he sighs.

He pulls you closer to him. “Can I touch you here?” He ask, tucking his finger in the little strap between the cups of your bra and pulling you even closer. His face is breaths from your cleavage. You bite your lip and nod. “Can I hear you say it?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Yes…?” He asks pointedly with a lifted brow.

“Yes, you can touch my boobs?”

“Good girl.” A soft whine escapes your lips at his praise. He hums positively. “New kink unlocked?” He smirks and presses a kiss to one of your breast. You take a sharp intake. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” You shake your head. He presses another open mouth kiss to your breast. “Didn’t I tell you I want to hear that sweet little voice?”

“No, no one’s ever touched me there.”

You don’t even notice his hands moving until your bra falls away. You move your hands to catch it but his hands stop you once again. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” He asks.

You start to nod before thinking better of it. “I want to be your good girl.”

“Good.” His teeth graze the skin just below your nipple and you let out a shuttering breath. His hands slide down your body and tuck into your thong.

Oh?

He slides the piece of cloths down your legs and releases them to fall to the floor. Then his hands grip your ass. You gasp at his tight grip and then his lips wrap around one of you nipples.

Oh God!

“Little star?” He asks making your brain come back to him, back to your bedroom, back to earth. Your eyes flutter open and you meet his blue gaze. His hand presses against your lower stomach while he looks up at you. “Can I touch you here?”

“Yes, please. You can touch my pussy. You can touch me everywhere,” you whimper.

He chuckles softly and lets his hand slide down to your slit.

“How do you masturbate, little star? Do you play with your clit?” He presses into the bundle of nerves that makes your knees so weak that you fall into his hold. He catches you so easily that you wonder if he did it on purpose. “Or do you like something a little deeper?” His fingers slide further into your body making you whine. They brush against the front of your insides with the precession of an expert. You’ve never explored that deep. It was a place for tampons and menstrual cups. A place you didn’t explore unless you had to. It was a little scary to you but he wasn’t scared at all. He almost seemed excited for some reason. It felt strange which is why you stayed away from sex. You were about to let him know that you preferred your clit to be played with-

“Oh god!” You choke.

“There it is,” Steve chuckles. He lifts you up so easily and lays you across the bed. He lays next to you just massaging that spot making your writhe against him. You want him to stop but your mouth begs for more. You’ve never felt more out of control of your own body. You grip his arm trying to push him away but your hips lift closer to him. You pant for air as your body arches against the bed.

“Nggh,” you whine, and attempt to smother your face in the bedding.

“Let it out, little star. Use your words.”

“Too much!” You gasp.

“Nah. You can take it.”

“Ste-please!”

“It’s okay. It’s just me. You can do it,” he encourages.

He’s doing something to you your vibrator could never. It’s never felt like this. You’ve never felt like this.

Then he presses against your clit.

“Ah! Ahh!” You gasp as your core contracts in a powerful orgasm.

But he doesn’t stop.

And your body doesn’t stop.

“Aaaa! Fuuuuu!” You cry as you feel yourself cum, a stream of liquid pouring out of you. You attempt to quickly get up to clean up the mess but Steve holds you down, pressing against your clit and that spot inside of you. “Buhuhu-“ you gesture to your core.

“The maid will deal with it,” Steve reasons. “Relax. Breathe.” You let out a heavy breath and let the orgasm continue to wash over you. “There you go. Good girl.” You whine and wiggle your hips against his hold. “My good girl. My little star.” You whimper and try to relax your tense body as the after shocks pulse through you. You take a few deep breaths and Steve finally releases you. He pulls you into a kiss, pressing himself over you.

You let out a heavy moan when he pulls away.

Steve chuckles and kisses you again. “Was that good?”

You take a deep breath and sigh it out. “Yeah. That was really good,” you smile before covering your face with your hands. “Fuck. That was amazing,” you laugh.

“Amazing, huh?” Steve laughs.

“Yeah,” you giggle.

He presses another kiss to your lips before his hand runs down your body to land on your stomach.

“I think I’ve gotten you nice and dirty. Time for a shower?” You nod and let out yawn and stretch. “Did I wear you out?”

You giggle and roll into a seated position just to give him a goofy, little grin. “I can do that all day.” He chuckles and lifts you into his arms to walk you both to the bathroom.

He places you on the counter. “Brush your teeth and do all that shit girls do.” He kisses your forehead and leaves the room. You imagine he went to brush his own teeth.

You quickly set about your nightly routine, chiefly aware of just how naked you are. Sure, you go naked all the time in your own home. But this was not your home. This was a space where far too many people had access to.

Maybe you just need to discuss that with Steve and have him set some boundaries. Yeah, boundaries are good.

You finish washing your face when your fiancé returns.

Very naked.

“Oh!” You squeak and look away.

Steve just laughs and wraps his arms around you, pulling him back against his very naked body.

“Get used to it, star,” he chuckles. He presses another kiss to your temple and steps away to turn on the shower. This was all so bizarre. It was out of the norm enough to live with him but now you were getting used to seeing him naked.

You just watch him for a moment, trying to get over the strangeness of it all.

“You’re beautiful,” you finally mutter when he meets your gaze.

He lifts an amused brow at you. “You think so?”

You nod. “Like, I can tell you really take care of yourself.” He hums in response before holding his hand out for you. You press yourself away from the counter and finally approach him. He steps into the open shower area.

“Hot enough?” You hold out your hand before turning up the heat. “I forgot what it was like showering with a woman. You guys like to boil.” You giggle but can’t help but agree with him. You wrap up your locs to the top of your head and tuck them into a shower cap before finally joining him.

He’s hard.

Not like porn star hard but you’ve seen him not hard and this was not it. Half mast, maybe.

He tucks his fingers under your chin and pulls you into a gentle kiss.

“Are you like that because of me?” You ask glancing at his member.

“What do you think?” He smirks. “All that moaning and whining coming from that pretty little mouth while having that gorgeous body pinned under me. What man wouldn’t get hard?”

You smile sheepishly, feeling guilty for his state.

But you’re supposed to be figuring each other out, right?

“Can I help?”

“There’s a lot of ways you can help. How do you want to help?”

“I mean, I’ve seen stuff,” you whisper as the water hits your body. “What do you like?”

“What do you want to try?”

“Um…” you squirm under his scrutiny. “Can I just, um, start with my hand? Is that, like, a beginner level?” You laugh nervously at your own question.

“We can start however you want.” He takes your hand and pulls you closer to him so you’re almost chest to chest. “Firm grip, okay? It’s not going to feel like anything if you’re just limp wristing it.” You giggle at his words and finally wrap your hand around his penis. Steve bites back a soft groan at your touch.

“This is the first one I’ve ever touched,” you admit softly.

“That might be a good thing. I can teach you exactly how I like to be touched.” Steve’s hand wraps around yours and he grips your fingers a little tighter around him. “Nice tight grip,” he mutters. You watch his hand intently for his instructions but your eyes can’t help but wander to dick that you’re holding. It’s pretty thick. Your fingers don’t surround the entire thing.

He moves your hand up and down the shaft just a little faster than what you would’ve done on your own.

“That’s it. Just like that,” Steve groans and falls back against the tiled wall. He releases your hand to pull you closer so your body presses against his once more, skin against skin as your chest meets his. His hands run up your ass before settling low on your hips.

You follow his instructions carefully before trying something you’ve seen and read about so many times. Your thumb swipes over his swollen head and he let out a shuddering breath making you light up.

“Is it sensitive there?” You ask innocently. You genuinely want to know as you go back to squeezing.

“A little,” he grunts.

“Am I doing a good job?”

“You’re a fucking pro, star,” he chuckles softly, finally meeting your gaze.

“I have a good teacher,” you smile and stand on your toes to kiss him.

He groans loudly after you pull away and halts your hand.

“Do you want to try something else?”

“Like what?” You whisper. Your curiosity must be plastered all over your face.

He smirks down at you and nods his head slightly to the stone shower bench. “Sit.” You glance at the ledge that up until now you’ve just used for shaving. You know what he’s going to ask. You’ve seen it. Your eyes look back at him wide with disbelief.

“It won’t fit,” you state simply like that will stop him.

“It doesn’t have to fit. That’s what those cute little hands are for.”

You follow his instructions and sit back on the shower seat and he stands between your legs.

“Start slow. Just use your tongue. Like its candy.”

You nod and grip him again at this new angle. You lean closer and open your mouth to give him a kitten lick. A salty tang hits your tongue that’s unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. It’s not exactly bad. You lick again before finally filling your mouth with his tip.

“Don’t forget the rest,” Steve coaches. You remember your hands as you squeeze along his shaft, stroking him as you suck experimentally. “That’s perfect,” Steve sigh. His hand finds your jaw and coaches you to take on a little more. His hand massages your throat and you try to appease him. Before you know it, your lips are halfway down his shaft and his cock is touching the back of your mouth.

“Good girl. My good little star. So fucking perfect for me,” Steve moans. Part of you glows with pride at his praise and you just want to please him. You feel him jump in your hands and he swells slightly.

“Fuck,” he groans and grips your throat a little tighter. “Gonna cum.” You hold on to him, not letting up with either your mouth or your hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuu,” he sighs and spills into your waiting mouth. You gasp in surprise and pull away just for more to spirt out over your face and chest.

You get that taste of him again. It’s not really bad. It’s different. You swipe what lingers on your chest with your fingers and suck it off.

You kind of like it.

You glance up to see Steve watching you like a predator as you suck his essence off of your fingers.

“I’m sorry. Did you not like it?”

“I fucking loved it, star,” he growls making you want to cower away but you can’t help but lean in closer. “We have to wait until the wedding?” You nod and lick at his tip again as a little bead of cum bubbles out while he watches you. “Shit,” he curses and pulls you up so you’re standing against him. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I don’t know how much longer I can be good.” You giggle at his words and finally take a shower.

Once you’re clean, dried, and lotioned, you cuddle against Steve in your bed. Jethro curls up next to you as usual while the two of you talk quietly.

“You’re sure we can’t wear clothes?” You question, making sure the sheets covered your chest.

Steve hums positively while he covers his face with his arm and lets out a loud yawn.

“You need get used to this,” he explains simply. “We’re being intimate.” You curl over him, wrapping your leg over his hips. He holds it in place with the hand that was over his face and massages your thigh.

You finally let your hands explore his body as well. “You have really big pecs,” you smile touching the skin there. He chuckles softly and tickles behind your knee making you giggle and press his arm away.

“That was a weird compliment.”

“I don’t know if it’s a compliment. You have bigger boobs than mine.”

“Let me see.” He pulls you up so you’re sitting straddled on his stomach. All of the blankets fall away but you don’t have time to feel exposed as Steve cups your breasts in his palms. He scrutinizes them for a moment. “You’re definitely bigger,” he finally decides.

“Barely. I’ve always thought they were too small. I kind of want a boob job,” you admit.

He glances from your chest to your face. “I think they’re perfect. But if you want your boobs done, you just have to ask.”

You smile at his offer. “You like them?”

He takes a deep breath and bends his knees so you can lean back against them. “I love them. I think if they were bigger, they wouldn’t fit your body.”

“It’s just something I’ve thought about since I was younger,” you sigh. “What about you? Any changes you want?”

“Well, you said I was beautiful. I guess I’m good,” Steve laughs making you giggle.

“You don’t have any insecurities?”

“Of course I do. I’m still human. I’m not perfect.”

“You seem perfect. Like a Ken doll.”

“Is that what you think?” You nod. “I used to weigh less than you,”

“No way!”

He nods and pulls at your hands so you’re lying against his chest.

He’s held you like this before but with no clothes, it no longer seemed so innocent…

“I still have all kind of health issues. Asthma, a heart murmur, I can barely fucking see without my contacts. Remind me to take them out before I fall asleep. I thought if I made the outside better, it would fix the inside. The inside still sucks.”

You hold him a little tighter at the new information.

“Do they have scoliosis Ken?” He asks and you smile.

“Tell me something else,” you request.

He takes a deep breath and you notice just how out of sync his heartbeat is as you press your ear to his chest. “This is really shitty,” he warns.

“Lay it on me.”

“Um, okay.” He’s never sounded so unsure of himself like that. “This is something no one knows. Not even Buck.” You perk up at his words. “I’ve only been with one other woman since Peggy died. It was technically her niece. She’s my age! Maybe your age. Whatever! She’s an adult,” he quickly disclaims before you can call the cops. He takes another deep breath. “And…I met her at Peggy’s funeral.”

“What the fuck?” You bark at the man, shooting up quickly.

“I know. It was so shitty. That’s why I’ve never told anyone that. Ever,” Steve confides.

“And you never should!” You cry and smack his chest lightly. “Shit! I’m sorry,” you immediately recoil at hitting him knowing how fragile he is under all that muscle.

“It’s okay,” he laughs. “I deserve it. I just want you to know I’m not perfect.”

“Well, you keep ruining that image with each word,” you pout, and lay back down against his chest.

“Your turn,” Steve sighs, running his fingers through your locs.

You think back through your life for a moment. “Um, I’ve only been in one relationship. It was while I was in college. It was my first serious relationship but he just got out of a relationship with a girl that cheated on him.” Steve hums in understanding as his grip on you tightens. “He kept, like, projecting her onto me, suspecting me of cheating, questioning everything I did. I didn’t really want to do anything with him after a few dates but he couldn’t catch a hint. Then he slept over once and he tried to-“ Steve's grip on you becomes deafening.

“Steve, I can’t breathe,” you wheeze.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry, star,” he releases you quickly but you don’t want to be released while you recount this moment. You want to be held down. You want to be tethered.

“Wait, don’t let go,” you whisper.

“If the next words out of your mouth are that he forced himself on you, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do with my hands,” he admits.

“I mean, I stopped it before anything happened but it kind of turned me off of dating. I just put my head down. Focused on school and my friends.”

“I just need a name, star. It’ll be like he never existed.”

“He was young and dumb. We both were.”

“That’s not an excuse,” Steve says flatly.

You just hum. You haven’t shared that with anyone either. “Can I tell you something?” You say after a moment and sit up again on his chest. “You were so gentle and patient with me that you restored my trust. And you didn’t even know any of my past. So, thank you.”

“I hope you’re not giving yourself to me because I was the first guy to be nice to you,” he smirks, reaching up to cup your face with his hand.

“No, of course not,” you smile. “I know this isn’t an ideal situation for either of us, but I want you to come home and be happy to see me. To confide in me. Unwind with me. Be like a normal couple.”

He pulls you down into a soft kiss. “I’m already happy to come home to you.” You giggle softly. “The rest of it will come with time.” He lets out a heavy yawn.

Time. It’s always time with him.

“You need to go take out your contacts,” you remind him and roll off of his chest.

He hums in agreement and slides out of the bed. “Don’t go anywhere,” he warns and yawns again. You can’t help but watch his butt as he walks off.

He’s got a cute butt.

You snuggle into your bed, taking up the spot he warmed up to stave off the cold. You start to doze off when you feel the bed dip and Steve wrap his arms around you. You drape your arm over his shoulder and snuggle into his chest.

“Goodnight, Steve,” you mutter.

“‘Night, my little star.”

Chapter 3 | Master List | Chapter 5

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wildandsmile · 1 year ago

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call of duty

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criminal minds

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ghost face

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choking - Miguel O ‘ Hara

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degradation / dumbification - Blade

pet play - Upper Moons

psychological manipulation - Gojo

tears / overstimulation - Notes

consensual non consent

bondage - Gaara

temperature play

Breeding

phone sex

dirty talk - Bakugou Squad

mirror sex - Leon

cam girl - Link

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cucking

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voyuerism

sex toys

marijuana + sex

forbidden love

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hair pulling + collars kiss

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spitting - Ghost

Sir - Reo

master

humiliation

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whoawardwinchester · 4 months ago

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A Winchester Chronicle (c7)

Note: Thank you all for your patience while I healed from my sickness. Still not completely over it, but getting better and writing again! :)

Please consider liking, commenting, and reblogging -but do not copy and add or take things out of my work!

Summary: In Chapter 7, set around Halloween, the team films the intense scene where Sam, Dean, and Raven meet Castiel and Uriel at the motel. Tension runs high as the actors delve into their roles, creating an electrifying atmosphere on set. Between takes, light-hearted banter and camaraderie shine through, reflecting their strong off-screen relationships. Meanwhile, Y/N grapples with second-guessing her relationship with Jensen, feeling overwhelmed by the blend of personal and professional life. Jensen, Jared, and Misha discuss their concerns about Y/N, highlighting their deep care and support for her.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Content Warning: (subject to change per chapter as this series is written) possessive Smut, fluff, angst, jealousy, reference to scenes in season 4 episode 7 of spn. Readers are advised to proceed with caution due to these themes and scenes.

Rating: 18+ for the whole series.

This is a work of fiction. There is no hate for anyone in real life.

If you want to be added to the tag list for this series, just let me know! Also be sure to tell me how I'm doing or request anything related to Jensen/Dean!

Taglist: @nancymcl @perpetualabsurdity @hobby27

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Chapter 7: Inspired by ‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester’

The cold morning Vancouver sun casts a golden glow on the set, transforming the Halloween decorations into a festive, spooky town. Orange and black streamers hang from every surface, jack-o’-lanterns with flickering LED candles line the sidewalks, and eerie sound effects play softly in the background. The smell of pumpkin spice, cinnamon, and coffee fills the air.

You step out of the car, feeling the crisp autumn air bite at your cheeks. Your driver closes the door and notices you taking in everything. “This place looks amazing,” you say, your eyes wide with excitement.

“It truly is, ma’am. This is the best time of year here.” He sighs, admiring the decorations too. As you both turn to view more lights, you see Jensen in the distance on the phone with someone. He looks heated, but you can’t hear or see what he might be saying. Your driver interrupts your distraction with his farewell.

“Well, I’ll see you tonight. Will Mr. Ackles be joining you as well?” he asks earnestly.

“Oh, um, I’m not sure. I can text you about an hour before pickup with that detail, if that’s okay?” You had a feeling that Jensen was on the phone with Dee. He had been getting up early to take calls in the hall at weird hours lately, and you aren’t one to pry or invade privacy.

“No worries! I just like to be prepared, but spontaneous guests are fine too!” Your driver quips as he pops into the driver’s seat. “See you later, miss!”

“See you later!” You wave. As your car drives off, you look for Jensen again and he catches your eye, nodding and smiling in your direction. He holds up a finger letting you know he’ll be a moment, but turns away at the sound of conversation on the other end of the phone. A knot forms in your stomach. You decide to leave him to his dilemma and make your way to your trailer, enjoying the sights the whole walk over. Your assistant greets you with a hot chocolate and, to your surprise, a fully decked-out trailer for the holiday.

“Oh my… You did all of this?!” you exclaim, appreciating the warm beverage in your already frosted fingers.

“I remember you mentioning it’s your favorite holiday, so I went all out for you!” Your assistant beams.

“This is… You didn’t… Thank you, thank you so, so much!” You hug her, accidentally splashing some hot chocolate on your shirt.

“Oh, let me help!” she says, motioning toward your closet.

“No, please don’t fuss, you’ve already done so much for me.” You set your cup on the counter and wave her away. You both are so enamored with the sight of everything and cleaning up that neither of you hears Jensen pop into the trailer.

“Yeah, they really went all out this year. Wait until you see the inside of the diner—they’ve got cobwebs and everything.” He is grinning at you.

You and your assistant both jump at his voice. “JESUS… JENSEN. Knock much?” you gasp, clutching your chest. Your assistant laughs after her fright, and silently leaves to give you both some space.

“I don’t think I have to anymore, since we basically spend every waking hour next to each other.” He smirks, leaning towards you for a good morning kiss. You dodge it and head for your closet to find a new shirt. You are silent, unsure of how to even bring up that you feel like he is hiding something. You don’t want to start a fight today of all days.

“It’d be nice if we spent all night together too, but your phone has other plans.” You laugh, hoping he thinks it’s a joke.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you. His chin rests on your left shoulder as he sways you both gently. God, he smells so good. It is intoxicating to you. Like a forest after a deep rainstorm, a perfect mixture of pine and earth. It is so hard to be upset when he holds you with his strong arms, making you feel safer than ever each time. His husky voice fills your head.

“Are you upset?” You look up into the mirror before you both; concern creases his face as he studies your reflection.

“No, babe.” You lie. You are not going to give thought to Dee any longer, and today is not the day to talk about her.

As fast as you say it, you turn to look at him, smiling. “You just startled me and now I have to figure out how to get this stain off of my favorite sweater.” You blot at your shirt. You don’t give him time to say anything back before you hurry off to change your shirt and step out of the trailer to hand your assistant your dirty sweater.

“Do you know of a good cleaner? I know I’ll never get this out,” you ask sheepishly. “Laundry has never been my forte.” You giggle.

She smiles. “It’ll be back before you head out tonight.” And she scurries off.

Jensen follows you out of your trailer and reaches for your hand to lead you to set. He is unusually quiet today and keeps glancing at you with a solemn face. You just smile at him, allowing him to lead you to where you are shooting for the day. You both say good morning to anyone who greets you first, but otherwise, the tension is palpable. When you finally get to set, Jared’s booming voice breaks through the air.

“Hey, there they are!” He strides over with a wide grin, Jim and Misha following close behind.

You all greet each other, giving Jared, Misha, and Jim a hug before you head to hair and costume. “I’ll see you guys later.” You wink, turning and bumping into Jensen’s chest. You let out an “umph” as he gently grabs your upper arms, stopping you from toppling over. As you gather your bearings and look up at him with your gunpowder blue eyes, his voice becomes a whisper.

“Are you sure we’re okay?” He asks, sweeping a piece of your long auburn wavy hair out of your face and behind your ear. You want nothing more than to tell him that everything is going to be fine, that you love him, and kiss him so deeply that he’d feel it for the next week. Just as you are about to speak—

“Guess who got the Samhain Ghost part?!” You all look past Jensen and see Dee standing there, hands on her hips, eyebrow raised, and a smirk a mile long. Jensen doesn’t turn around. You look at him, shocked, and back up slowly.

“I’m going to be late,” you say softly, your gaze never leaving Jensen’s until you turn around.

You feel everyone’s eyes on you as you leave the room, but you don’t care. You are not going to relive the last encounter with Dee over and over again. You rush to Hair and Makeup as fast as you can without looking indifferent and study your lines more.

After you get into costume, the director gathers everyone around, his clipboard in hand, as he explains the episode’s premise. “Alright, folks, we’ve got a witch summoning Samhain played by Dee today, the demon of Halloween. It’s going to be a battle to stop the rise of the dead.”

Jared chuckles, shaking his head. “Just another day in the life of the Winchesters.”

“Yeah, but it makes for great TV,” Jensen quips, flashing a charming smile.

You look at both of them and then at Jim. Jim gives you a remorseful look as you roll your eyes at J2’s inability to see how it affects everything. Misha puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, lightly squeezing as he whispers, “Either they're oblivious or they are trying to make the most of this whole thing.”

“Or they really are the world’s biggest idgets,” you say loud enough for them to hear, a deadpan expression on your face. You can tell Jared understands why you said it, and Jensen just laughs, oblivious to your frustration.

The crew begins to prepare the set, moving props into place and adjusting cameras. You watch as the town transforms into an eerie setting, complete with fog machines and dim, flickering street lights. There’s a buzz of excitement in the air; everyone is eager to dive into the day’s filming. The director calls Dee and Jensen over to have a word offset. You watch as they all look awkward and a bit upset.

Jared nudges you gently. “Ready for another day of saving the world?”

You smile up at him, hiding your discomfort. “Always. Let’s do this.”

As you all move to your positions, you notice a small group of kids in Halloween costumes, extras for the scene. One of them, dressed as a mini vampire, looks up at you with wide eyes. “Are you really a witch?”

You crouch down to his level, smiling. “Only on TV. But don’t worry, I’m a good witch.”

The boy grins, showing off his fake fangs. “Cool! Can I get your autograph for my sister? She loves your character! She made my mom make a Raven costume from scratch.”

You are flattered. “Oh wow! That sounds amazing! Absolutely, and if you find me before you leave tonight, I’ll get a picture for her, too.”

He grins and skips off to get ready for the takes.

The tension on set rises as you film the intense scene where Sam, Dean, and Raven meet Castiel and Uriel at the motel. The director's voice booms, "Action!" and you slip into your role as Raven, the insightful ally to the Winchesters. The green motel with its neon vacancy sign looms in the background as Raven and Dean park the Impala. Sam joins them as they step out.

“So?” Dean grunts at Sam.

“Tracy was nowhere I could find,” Sam says solemnly, glancing at Raven and then Dean. “Any luck with her friends?”

“Luck is not our style. Her friends don’t know where she is,” Raven remarks, walking towards the motel.

“It’s like the bitch hopped a broom.” Dean added, joining Sam and Raven at the stairs.

“She could be making the third sacrifice anytime.” Sam muses, watching a boy in an astronaut costume approach.

“Yes, thank you, Sam,” Dean says sarcastically, glancing at the boy who interrupts with a cheerful, "Trick or Treat."

“Oh my God, how cute!” Raven says, putting her hands on her knees to look the boy in the face.

“Yeah, so cute. This is a motel.” Dean says to the kid. Raven stands straight again, glancing at Sam and they both give Dean a look of astonishment.

“So?” the kid asked rudely.

“So. We don’t have any candy.” Dean says blatantly.

“No, we have a ton in the, uh–” Sam says pointing to the car.

“We did, but it’s gone.” Dean interrupts.

“Gee, I wonder how that happened, Dean.” Raven said, plucking wrappers from Dean’s coat.

Sam gives Dean a ‘really??’ look. The kid is unimpressed. “Sorry kid, we can’t help you.” Dean says.

“I want candy.” He is determined.

“Well, I think you’ve had enough,” Dean retorts in a teasing tone. Sam looks on, slightly disgusted.

Raven elbows Dean playfully in the ribs, making him wince, and then walks with Sam towards the next scene. Dean and the kid exchange looks before the kid finally walks away, unimpressed.

The scene moves to the motel room, which is meticulously dressed to resemble a typical roadside motel—faded dark floral wallpaper, dim lighting casting shadows on the worn carpet, and the flickering neon sign visible through the window, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

You stand between Sam and Dean, your eyes scanning the room warily as Sam unlocks the door and walks in, close behind him. Sam immediately pulls a gun from his jacket and gets defensive. “WHO ARE YOU?!” As Sam yells his voice is sharp, his gaze never leaving the two angels. Raven pulls her gun as well, pointing it at a man sitting on one of the beds in a beige trench coat.

“Sam! Raven! Wait!” Dean shouts, stepping between Raven, Sam, and the man, urging them to lower their weapons. “It’s Castiel… The angel,” he explains, looking from Sam to Raven.

Sam’s face is a mix of shock and awe, while Raven remains skeptical, her gun still poised.

“Who’s that, then?” Raven asks, nodding towards the other figure by the window.

Misha, playing Castiel, steps forward with his usual stoic expression, while the actor portraying Uriel exudes a palpable aura of intimidation. The scene demands a fine balance of fear and defiance, and you can feel the weight of the moment as the cameras roll. The angel rises, facing Sam and Raven. His voice mono toned and collected, “Hello Sam. Hello Raven.”

“Oh, my God.” Sam begins, a bit star struck. Raven kicks his boot and looks at him in disbelief. “Er, uh, I didn’t mean to– sorry. It’s an honor. Really, I-I’ve heard a lot about you.” He extends his hand to Castiel as Dean looks at Sam confused. Raven closes the door, as the camera pans to Sam’s hand.

Castiel looks skeptical, but takes his hand and shakes it firmly. “And I, you. Sam Winchester– the boy with the demon blood.” Castiel puts his other hand on top of Sam’s and looks Sam square in the face. Sam looks offended and shocked at how he knows. “Glad to hear you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.”

“Let’s keep it that way.” The burly man at the window finally speaks. Sam, Dean, and Raven look at him.

“Yeah, ok, chuckles.” Dean snides.

“Who’s your friend?” Raven asks, taking off her coat and hanging it up.

“Ah, Raven Blackwood. The one destined to stand by Dean Winchester's side. Glad to see your fate is aligning nicely to carry on the Winchester legacy." He eyes her up and down. Dean and Sam look at Raven as if she knows what he’s talking about. “Wha– Excuse me?” Raven asks, stepping away from Castiel. “I’m their friend. I’m here to help.”

“No. You happened to stumble upon them in a time of need, yes. But that was not your destiny.” The man behind Castiel said fiercely.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that my main purpose is to give Dean a family? Is that what I’m understanding?” Raven looks like she’s going to throw up. This line has Y/N thinking about if Jensen wants a family and if she’s ready to give that to him at any point. A knot forms in her stomach, making her miss her mark, but Jared catches her improving.

“That’s not the point tonight. This raising of Samhain— Have you stopped it?” Castiel intercedes.

“Why?” Dean asks. Castiel turns to him. “Dean, have you located the witch?” “Yes, we’ve located the witch.” “And is the witch dead?”

“No, but–” Sam interrupts, looking toward Dean. “We know who it is.” Raven steps in to defend the brothers.

“Apparently the witch knows who you are, too.” Castiel says walking toward a nightstand, picking up a leather pouch. “This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn’t found it, surely one or all of you would be dead.” He held up the satchel.

Raven and the brothers looked at each other disappointed that they missed that detrimental detail.

“Do you know where the witch is now?” Casitel asked.

Dean looks back at Sam and Raven questioningly. “We’re working on it.” Raven pips up, stepping in front of Dean.

“That’s unfortunate.” Castiel glares at the back of the burly man’s head, who still hasn’t turned to look at the group. He feels like a chaperone at a school dance, waiting to write anyone up for any kind of slip up.

“What do you care?” Dean demands.

“The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals.” Castiel lets on.

“So this is about your buddy lucifer.” Dean accuses.

“Lucifer is no friend of ours.” The burly voice stepped in. Sam, Dean, and Raven turned toward the authoritative voice. Sam is scared, Dean is mad, and Raven is ready to step between the two men and her family if needed, grabbing at Dean’s jacket like a seatbelt hoping he won’t provoke the situation.

“It’s just an expression.” Raven tries to diffuse the tension.

“Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs.” Castiel let on.

“Okay. Great…well now that you’re here, why don’t you tell us where the witch is? We’ll gank her and everybody goes home.” Dean said, expecting his help.

The back-and-forth between the characters builds in intensity as Castiel introduces Uriel and they make a game plan for the Samhain witch. You exchange glances with Jensen, the unspoken understanding between you adding depth to the scene. Every line, every movement, is charged with energy.

Between takes, the mood lightens between you, Jared, and Misha. Jensen attempts to tease you about the way you delivered your lines, and you retort with playful jabs about his intense expressions trying to keep the normality of your relationship, but off screen Dee is watching every move you and Jensen make.. Jared joins in, his laughter infectious, breaking the tension of the heavy scene and your thoughts about Dee.

As the scene wraps up, you feel exhausted from filming the same few lines due to missing marks a few times. The director calls for a break, and you step outside with Jensen, needing a moment to decompress.

Jensen turns to you, his eyes searching. “You okay? You seemed a bit off during that last take.”

You nod, but your mind is elsewhere, doubts about your relationship with Jensen creeping in. The intensity of the scenes, coupled with your personal fears, makes you second-guess everything. You wonder if mixing work and personal life was a mistake, if maybe things are moving too fast. Jensen doesn’t push the issue because he’s seen you look this way when your mother was harping on you in the hospital. He doesn’t want to cause you more stress. “Would you like a hug, babe?” He asks you earnestly. You nod again after thinking for a second about it.

Jensen doesn’t hesitate. He pulls you close and cups your head in one hand, his other arm wrapping firmly around your body. He’s so warm and thoughts of letting him go flood your brain. Tears start to well up in your eyes, and you sniffle. Jensen looks you in the eyes, concern etched even deeper than before. His green eyes search for any hint of what might be on your mind. “Y/N, please tell me what’s going on…so I can help.” He pleads with you.

“It’s just allergies, Jen. I’m fine really.” You say backing away from him. “I’m going to– uh– grab some claritin from the med trailer. I’ll be right back.” You pop off set to get a moment to yourself.

Later, while you’re grabbing a coffee on your way back from the med trailer, you overhear Jensen, Jared, and Misha talking. They’re worried about you, discussing your recent behavior. Jensen's voice is filled with concern. “I think she’s having second thoughts. I don’t know what to do.”

“Did you do something the last few days to upset her?” Jared asked, puzzled.

“I mean, she did joke about not being together at night earlier, but… Oh, shit.” Jensen said, finally understanding the situation.

“What?” Jared asked, standing.

“Dee has been blowing up my phone for the last week or so now. I always wait until Y/N is asleep so I don’t make her worry. She must have heard me when she got up at some point.” Jensen was pacing now.

“What does Dee want now?” Misha asked.

“She’s been on and on about how we left things and I said I’d get her the part as the witch if she would stop talking about it and leave us be.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t tell Y/N this…” Jared said, taking Jensen’s shoulder.

“No. I didn’t think about it until it was too late. Then Dee showed up a few days early for this episode and I haven’t had a moment to tell Y/N since. I can’t imagine how she must think this is going right now…and it makes so much sense about how she’s been all day.” Jensen said, sitting in a chair, running both hands up through his hair and resting his elbows on his legs.

Misha adds, “She’s strong, Jensen. Just be patient.”

You let the guys have their moment as you all get ready to film the rest of the scene. You finally hit your marks and everyone carried on with their lines. The director yelled for another break as he took a phone call.

Jared finds you sitting on a bench, staring off into the distance as you ponder how to bring up to Jensen that you know about the conversations with Dee. He sits down beside you, offering a soda. “Hey, you okay?”

You force a smile. “Yeah, just a lot on my mind.”

Jared takes a sip of his drink, studying you. “Is it about Dee?”

You look at him with remorse. “How did you know?” even though you knew how.

He shrugs. “I’ve seen how you look when she’s mentioned. Plus, Jensen’s been worried about you.”

You sigh, leaning back. “It’s just… everything feels so complicated. I never wanted to be in this position.”

Jared nods understandingly. “Relationships are never easy, especially with all the history and emotions involved. But you need to talk to Jensen. He cares about you, a lot.”

You took in his words. You care about Jensen, more than anything, maybe even more than your job now.

“I just can’t let their history and emotions, whatever may still be there, affect me again. I can’t do it. I love… I love him, Jared. More than anything. But I don’t know how to let him love me when I know he deserves someone who… looks like… her.” Your voice broke.

Jared let you have your moment, placing a hand on your back and rubbing gently.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you in the middle of all of this. I–”

“Don’t do that, you’re fine. What are friends for?” Jared interrupted smiling at you. “I don’t know what Dee’s plans are or why she wants to be on this show, but I do know that he loves you. He wouldn’t have flown to Washington for you or stayed to make sure you were ok if he didn’t. He hangs on to the people he loves, and he will do whatever he can to make sure they are happy. He may even still want Dee to be happy, but like you said, it’s complicated. I guess you just have to push through it with him and see if it becomes less complicated the more you both open up to each other.” Jared was being real and genuine with you, nodding understandably.

“It is complicated.” Jensen was behind you both, making you jump. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but if I could just explain…” He stepped toward you and Jared, softness in his eyes.

“I’m going to find Misha and rehearse some lines.” Jared gave you a smile and headed off.

After he left, you turned to Jensen. You started to talk but heard someone approaching, distracting you. Jensen took your hand and led you to the director. “Are we done for the day?” Jensen asked, your hand still locked by his. The director looked tired and weary.

“Yeah. Come back early tomorrow to finish though. A camera man broke some equipment, we’ll get it fixed by morning.” He hitched up his pants and stalked off.

Jensen wasted no time taking you back to your trailer. He waved off your assistant as he pulled open the trailer door and helped you inside. He shut the door and sat you on the counter.

“Y/N, I shouldn’t have kept the phone calls from you. I wasn’t even trying to, it was just always so late and I’d go back to bed meaning to tell you the next day and you’d be gone bright and early. I know you’re upset, and if it isn’t about Dee, then please tell me what it is.” Jensen looked at you waiting for your reply.

It took you a moment, “Jen, I did feel like you might still have feelings for her.” You hang your head in defeat at your confession. “I’ve been avoiding your affection all day because it’s easier for me to let you go if I don’t engage like that.”

“Do you want to let me go?” Jensen looked sad but sincere.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to keep worrying about her.” You said honestly. “She is perfect, Jensen. She has history with you. You guys shared a life together…”

"Y/N, I want you to know that I'll never go back to Dee. No matter how much of a life we shared or history we had, it will never make up for how much chemistry we never have. You are incredibly beautiful—your curves, your kindness, your wit, and your sensitivity all make you who you are. When I look at you, I see perfection. I see a future, a family, and a life we can build together." He held your chin up to look at you.

“But you broke the restraining order to have her here… How can I belie–” You trailed off. Was this really worth it? You shook your head ready to leave for the night.

“I broke the order for the episode. After that, she will leave the area and go back to Moscow. I got it in writing. I had every intention of telling you about it before she came to set, but you were always gone early, and she arrived early for her scenes.” He started pacing again. “The director even got her to sign a copy for the network.”

You looked up at him now, feeling awful that you didn’t just talk to him about it when he came back into the room the other night from his call. You hopped off the counter, grabbing his hand mid pace, “I’m so sorry…I’m just worried about losing you. I’ve never had someone care for me the way you do, ever. In fact, the way you, Jared, and Misha all do. I love you all deeply.” You stepped closer to him, your forehead at his chin, speaking to his chest as you wrap his arms around your waist. He backed you both up to rest his back on the counter, bringing his face level with yours. You looked from one eye to his lips to the other eye, and sighed. “Jensen Ross, I love you with every fiber of my being. You make me feel safe and loved…” you paused, looking at your hands.

“When I’m not trying to protect you without you knowing.” He sighed in realization as he bent his head to meet your gaze. You nodded.

“I’m afraid of losing you, too. You are the highlight of my days, hearing you laugh, watching you kick ass in your scenes, seeing how you interact with the crew and people in general. You are kinder than anyone I’ve ever met. You go out of your way to make sure people feel loved on their birthdays, friends or acquaintances alike. You take over for assistants if they are sick, when and where you can. When your laugh falls on my ears, I swear I’ve entered heaven. And then I see your eyes light up at my stupid jokes or hear your wittiness in response to our dumb pranks and I’m amazed by you all over again. From the moment you stepped into that audition room, I’ve been head over heels for you. Dee may be pretty, but you, darling, you are so much more than that, and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone. Not these beautiful eyes…” He stares deeply into your eyes, his emerald green growing dark. “Not your vibrant ginger hair…” He grabs a small handful and smells it, sighing. “Not your spunky personality…” He tickles your ribs. “None of it for anything.” He had your face in his hands now, your hands resting on his neck in response with the quickening beat of his heart thudding against them. You were crying.

He wiped a tear from your cheek and asked you with a low and soft voice. “Can I kiss you now?”

You didn’t hesitate, you kissed him fiercely, breaking the kiss just for a second, lips barely still touching, both of your breaths heavy. “I’m not normally the jealous type, but this time, what’s mine is mine.”

Jensen's eyes darkened with a possessive intensity. He pulled you even closer, his grip firm and unyielding. “You’re damn right,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go. Even if I have to spend the rest of our lives putting every broken piece of you back together.”

He claimed your lips again, this time with a fiery passion that left you breathless. His hands moved down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your face is flushed with passion as you moan at his kisses.

His kisses trail down your jawline to your neck, each one searing your skin and making you shiver. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and ragged.

You moan again, softly, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Show me,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Jensen lifted you effortlessly, pressing you against the wall. His mouth found yours again, and the kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a fervent dance. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling the hard planes of his body against yours. His hands slid under your shirt, the sensation of his large hands on your bare skin sending a jolt of desire through you.

He broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes rake over your exposed body with a hungry gaze. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

You reached for his shirt, pulling it off impatiently, needing to feel his skin against yours. The moment it was gone, his lips were on you again, kissing, biting, marking you as his.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice a gravelly whisper in your ear.

“I’m yours, Jensen,” you breathed, arching against him, your body aching for more.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through you. “Let’s see if your body feels the same way,” he growled. With a determined look, Jensen slid his hands down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs tightened around his waist as he carried you across the room. His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

He reached the bed and gently laid you down, his body following yours. The mattress dipped under your combined weight as he hovered over you, his strong arms bracketing your head.

Jensen’s lips found yours again, his kiss deep and consuming. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of you with a possessive hunger. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in heavy pants as he looked down at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

You reached up, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him back down for another heated kiss. “Show me,” you challenged, your voice breathless with anticipation.

Jensen’s grin widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “With pleasure,” he growled.

His hands moved with practiced ease, slipping beneath your waistband, pulling down your pants and underwear in one swift motion. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you, laid bare before him, his eyes darkening with raw desire.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his hands caressing your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them.

The intensity of his gaze never wavered as he leaned down, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, moving closer to your core. The anticipation built within you, a fiery ache that made you writhe beneath him.

When his mouth finally met your most sensitive spot, a gasp tore from your lips. His tongue worked with expert precision, teasing and pleasing, pushing you closer to the edge with every stroke. Your hands gripped the sheets, your back arching off the bed as pleasure surged through you.

Jensen looked up, his eyes locking with yours as he brought you to the brink, his possessive hold on you unwavering. “You’re mine,” he said again, his voice a husky whisper against your heated skin.

Your release hit you like a tidal wave, a moan of his name escaping your lips as you fell apart under his touch. He didn’t relent, prolonging your pleasure until you were a trembling, breathless mess.

Jensen moved back up your body, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that tasted of your own desire. He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing, making you beg. “Jensen, please”, you scratched at his back, digging into him to get him closer to you. His gaze never leaves yours as he pushes inside, filling you completely, gasps escape your bodies.

Every thrust, every touch, spoke of his need to claim you, to make you his in every way possible.

The intensity of your rocking built once more, and you clung to him, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Jensen’s name was a mantra on your lips, his own deep, guttural moans mingling with yours, creating a symphony of desire. “Y/N! Oh, God!”

The world outside ceased to exist, and in that moment, there was only the two of you, lost in each other. He filled your body as he released, and you succumb to the climax and warmth of his fluids, pulsing around him.

You both lay tangled in bed sheets, you are holding his head on your chest, running fingers through his tousled brown hair. He kisses your stomach, hugging you closely. “I love you, babe.” You say as he lays face to face with you. “I love you, princess. Never forget that.”

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Word count: 2k

Chapter 5

Cameron wakes up every morning at 7 am, takes her time in a steaming hot shower, and after she’s gotten dressed, moves on to breakfast. It’s always something small, she doesn’t like to overload herself with food before a workout. A large cup of coffee with pumpkin spice flavoring, and vanilla creamer. Then she has a bowl of mixed berries with coconut water, and a half of a toasted bagel with avocado. Right before she could get started on any of her food, her phone rang, an unknown number across the screen.

“Who is this?” She jumped right to the point, the man on the other end chuckled, and sighed heavily.

“Are you always this rude Cam?” Angelo’s deep voice came from the other end, her movements froze, but her voice remained even.

“Yes, especially in the mornings. I have a routine, and you’re cutting into my time Angelo.” Cam didn’t particularly like being interrupted, in fact she hated it, but she promised Patrick she’d play nice.

“You didn’t forget about us having breakfast this morning did you? Since you’re so…organized, it seems unlike you. Little Ms. Perfect.” He teased, on the other end of the phone Angelo bit on his lip to keep from laughing. It’s entirely too easy to push Cameron’s buttons, it wasn’t his intention to insert himself into Patrick’s life like this at first. That night at Marcus’ house, she had this fire in her eyes that Angelo hadn’t seen in a woman in a long time.

“No, I didn’t forget, I’m getting ready.” She lied, truth was, she hoped he forgot about their meetup.

“Of course you are, I’ll be picking you up in a little bit, and don’t make me wait, Cameron.” She didn’t get a chance to reply because he had hung up the phone in her face, leaving Cameron to sulk for a moment. She finished off her coffee, and threw the rest of the food away clearing the kitchen.

Angelo had been sitting outside her house for at least 30 minutes before he even called Cameron on the phone. He took the time to look around, it’s your typical lively New York vibe. At 8am in the morning people are up and down the sidewalk, loud phone conversations, people walking their dogs, and hailing down cabs. A one bedroom home is exactly what he’d expect of Cameron, from what he’s observed, she’s only concerned with herself. He’s never seen anyone come in and out of her apartment, just her. All her personal calls are made to Meadow, but that’s usually because Meadow is the one calling.

The corners of his lips curled upward as he watched Cameron sashay her way to his vehicle. Her skin flawlessly glowing in the sun. Her plump, luscious lips covered in a layer of sparkly clear glitter. Angelo clinched his jaw as his eyes made their way down her body; the way she walks makes her large breast bounce in time with the rhythm of her hips. If he were a dog, Angelo would be drooling, and panting right now. He was already halfway out the car, and making his way to the passenger door to open it for her.

“Morning.” Cameron greeted reluctantly, her lips pressed together, she’s too prideful to admit how handsome Angelo looks right now. Her sharp eyes noticed the subtle change in hair length, as well as the hair on his top lip is neatly trimmed to perfection. His outfit is more casual than when she last saw him in the office, in fact she’s only ever seen him in suits. Today he’s wearing a rounded collar, short sleeve black tee, with dark jeans, and nikes. His watch looks expensive, yet simple, Angelo isn’t the flashy type. The polar opposite of Patrick.

“How’s your morning going? I figured you were an early bird.” He pulls away from the curb, and starts in the direction to the restaurant. Out the corner of his eye he watched Cameron fold her arms, that same unimpressed expression on her face. It makes it hard for him to tell what she’s thinking, he’s come to realize, if Cameron wanted to voice her opinion she absolutely would.

“It’s fine, I keep a strict schedule I like to stick by.” She kept it short, not giving much information. Angelo sighed out loud, he chuckled lightly.

“You know, there’s no need to be so mean Cameron.” He flashed her a wide grin, she did a double take at how youthful his face looked. Suddenly he morphed into a 13 year old boy, his eyes brightened up, and gleamed in the sunlight.

Kill them with kindness as they say. He thinks to himself, she doesn’t know how to find off people that are being genuinely nice to her.

“Whatever, next time email me an itinerary.” She huffed and plopped back in her seat, pretending to check her nails, Cameron tried to think of a way to break whatever act Angelo is putting on. If he’s anything like Patrick, there’s only a matter of time before the mask slips.

“This isn’t a business meeting Cam, while we will conduct some business, that’s not the main focus. This is a brunch date.” Though the cheshire grin on his face lessened to a small smirk, the corners of his lips only slightly turned upwards, yet the excitement in his eyes remained.

“I don’t want to date you.” She rebuttal, internally rolling her eyes at the lane response, it annoyed her how patient he is.

“That’s too bad princess, now if you wanna do this the hard way…I could just call Patrick—

“Snitching is for lame niggas and light skins Angelo.” Cameron quickly cut him off, she turned half way in her seat to get a full view of him.

“So you’ll behave?” His voice lowered, and his tone teasing, of course she’ll behave because the last thing she wants is to be punished by Patrick. Last time he spanked her for damn near an hour, she couldn’t sit down at work all day after that.

“Fine.” She huffed, this is not how she imagined this going in her head.

“You have to say it. Say that you’ll be a good girl today.”

“You’ve lost your fucking mind.” She scuffed, rolling her eyes, and facing forward again.

Angelo parts his lips to speak, decides against it, and proceeds to pull his phone back out. Cameron’s eyes could make out the bringing of the caller ID, out of fear she snatched the phone from Angelo. Just as Patrick answered, she instantly hung up, and tucked the phone between her thighs.

Angelo busted out in a fit of laughter, he came to a stop at a red light; he took this time to look over at Cameron in the driver's seat. She’s turned away from him, arms folded, and looking out the window.

“So, he has that much power over you huh? I’m gonna have to change that. When I tell you to do something you should be doing it because I told you to, not because of another man’s shadow behind me. Do you see how that’s a problem?” His tone gentle as he spoke in a hushed voice, Cameron slowly turned to him, he greeted her with a warm smile. Somehow this felt wrong to her, why isn’t he chewing her out for being so disrespectful just now? And why did she like the way he spoke to her, and why can’t she look away? For a moment Cameron’s heart clinched, she didn’t like that either.

“I understand, you’re not used to being submissive in this way, and you’re not used to being soft. We can work on it, I’ll give you a pass this time.” He turned back to the steering wheel, and continued driving. Cameron sat dumbfounded by the whole exchange, the range of emotions he just sent her through would take her a while to bounce back from. The rest of the car ride she remained quiet, he didn’t mind it, instead of bombarding her, he just decided to turn on some music instead; he kept the radio low enough so that if she wanted to talk he’d hear her.

It wasn’t till they reached their destination that Cameron finally opened her mouth, her hazel eyes sparked back to life suddenly.

“La Colazione is my favorite, this doesn’t seem like you at all.” She mumbled to herself, lately she’s been staying in, and cooking at home. Patrick has been giving her lectures on the importance of home cooking, despite the fact he himself couldn’t even fry an egg sunny side up.

“I mean, it may be a bit cliche to eat Italian; I can’t refuse the avocado and egg toast. The bread is always fresh, and they have some of the best service I’ve seen.” Angelo smiles softly as he reflects back to when he was a child growing up, he remembers all the stories his nana would tell him, and his brothers of their homeland. Suddenly his mind drifted off into dark territory. The cute smile that had stretched across his face is gone, replaced by this far away look in his eyes; Cameron is all too familiar with a stare such as that one.

“Are we just going to sit here all day or what?” She snapped back into her prissy attitude, Angelo smiled as he turned to her. Leaning closer to her side of the Jeep, their eyes locking, and for a moment Cameron stopped breathing. His gaze held her so still, she dared not move.

“I’m gonna need this back.” He reached right between her thighs, to his surprise they’re a lot softer than he thought. Her body seemed to be toned, Patrick had mentioned that she works out, yet her body is…lush?

“Gone head, take it.” She purred, his fingers dug deeper, he kept going until his hand was cupping her vagina over the soft fabric of her athletic pants.

“Say you’ll be a good girl for me.” Angelo whispered, his lips tugged into a smug grin, he is enjoying Cameron way more than expected. He could see the inner turmoil in her hazel eyes, a part of her was curious to see what being submissive would be like. Another part of her still wasn’t sure if she could trust Angelo, but if Patrick trusted him then she guessed it was okay.

He caressed her teasingly over the layer of cotton, Cameron’s lips parted, a barely audible moan slipped from out of her mouth. Her eyelids suddenly feeling heavy as she fought to keep them open, Angelo held his breath savoring this facial expression. He had a feeling he’d have to work for this again. He didn’t mind though, this waiting game is one he mastered long ago, and nothing would please him more than to watch Cameron fight for air.

Out of curiosity, she decided to take that leap, this would mean nothing. Just an itch I have to scratch, this is your game Cam, she tried to convince herself, so she allowed mind to relax for this moment.

“I’ll be a good girl.” She breathed out, though her eyes were closed, Cameron could hear the light chuckle from his lips. Surprisingly though, she didn’t feel defeated, or embarrassed like she thought she would.

“That’s a good kitty, see, was that so hard?” Quicky Angelo snatched the phone from between her thighs, and hopped out of the Mercedes. He lightly jogged around to the other side and opened the door for her.

Grabbing her hand, Angelo helped her out of the truck, he took his time to look her over. From head to toe, he didn’t wanna miss an inch of her profile while they were so close together. The circular Gucci shades she had on did nothing to hide the curious expression on her face. Waiting for more are you? To his defense he tried hard to keep the arrogant smile that threatened to spread across his lips.

To bad you were being a brat earlier, maybe you would have gotten more. Angelo, and Cameron walked through the parking lot to the restaurant doors in silence. A few times she looked at him to see if he was looking, he wasn’t, but instead his eyes sight is straight ahead.

“Reservation for Grecko.” He smiled at the waiter, this smile was different, and though it lit up his eyes like before, it didn’t have the same effect. The young woman's body went erect as she shook her head in reasonse.

“Oh my gosh, Mr. Grecko, it’s so lovely to finally meet you sir.” She gushed, he kindly took her hand, and enveloped it in his large ones.

“Grazie. Piacere di conoscerti, troppo bella.” Angelo’s accent is thick, and his voice deep, making him sound like an old Italian man. The young woman nearly tripped over herself trying to get from behind the counter to show them to their table.

Can you speak Italian on the pussy daddy? The pit of Cameron’s stomach tingled with the sensation of fluttering wings, she hated it, and she fought against herself. Saying that what she was feeling is only because she hasn’t had sex in a week, and a half.

“H–here you are sir, someone should be with you shortly.” Her voice cracked midway, she scurried away embarrassed by the mishap. Angelo carried on like normal looking over the menu. I bet Cameron would like mimosas, he thinks to himself, he looked up to see her already staring at him. She seems to be more confused than before.

“What are you some sort of celebrity?” Despite her own curiosity, her tone came off as chill, and uninterested.

Angelo let out a deep bellowing laugh, some people turned to see where the commotion came from, and once they realized who it was, they began to take pictures. “No darling, I own the restaurant.”

Well this is a plot twist from hell, remain cool Cameron. “How interesting, chef by day, mobster by night.” Her eyes remained on her nails, taking interest in the intricate designs and jewels.

“But that’s what you like isn’t it? A little mystery, a man that isn’t so easy to read?” He leaned forward, elbows on the table, and his head tilted downward.

“Is that what you think?” Cameron’s interest peeking, she crossed her leg over the other, an effort to keep her hormones in check. It didn’t work.

“That’s exactly what I think, and you know what else?” He posed, his tongue coming out to swipe across his lips to wet them.

“Tell me.” She purred, the huskiness of her voice sending a chill down Angelo’s spine.

“I think you want a break from all that attitudinal bullshit brat behavior you do all the time with Patrick, and I think you just realized I’m the man you can relax with. Be soft, and shed the skin.” Angelo read her well, she would be lying if she said keeping up with the bad bitch energy wasn’t exhausting. It was hard wired into her tho, it’s not like it’s a switch she could flip off, and on.

“Being a bad bitch isn’t an act, Angelo, it’s a full time job.” She argued, folding her arms, and bravely held his intense gaze. One hand rested on his thigh, and the other brought up to his chin.

“What if I gave you a new job?” He offered, he snapped his fingers, and within minutes a server appeared from around the corner, they carefully placed an iPad on the table in front of Angelo. He opened it, tapping the screen a few times, and turned it towards Cameron.

“I’m glad you asked.”

a/n-Translation: Grazie. Piacere di conoscerti, troppo bella. =Thank you. Nice to meet you, too beautiful.

la colazione =Breakfast

#black!oc #headcannonxgalore #american psycho #urban slasher #adam driver fan fiction

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Lost Hero VIII - Breisa

Hectic Mornings

Word count: 3334

Warnings: Cursing, slight angst, teenagers being teenagers, Breisa being confused at everything, mention of Panic attack

Summary: Breisa collects items for her quest as self-doubt ensures.Oh and a giant mechanical dragon gives the campers a heart attack

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Nearly at the dawn of morning, Breisa was ready to throw a phone across the cabin.

She struggled to get dressed waiting for someone to answer the phone.

“Come on, come on…pick up already.” Breisa muttered to herself— hopping on one foot while trying to put on her jeans.

All she heard was the dial tone on Lou’s black berry phone. “Ay dios, woman. How long does it take to answer the phone?”

Finally Tía's voice came on, “Hey you reach Celica, sorry can’t come to the phone right now. Leave your name or phone number, I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!”

The phone beeped and started to record.

“H-Hey Tía, it’s uh…it’s Risa. I don’t know if you got a phone call from the school or something. An accident happened—B-but I’m fine and safe…I'm staying at a friend's house…Ella no tiene hermanos ni Tíos.” She rambled, “I'm gonna be here for a couple days. Please don’t freak out. I have clothes to keep me warm and food. Just call me back soon…please? I promise I can explain everything when you do.”

It beeped again, letting Breisa know that time's up.

She sighed and hung up the phone. Breisa slumped back onto the bed thinking. ‘If I don’t die from this. I’ll definitely be dead when she calls back.”

“Any luck? Lou called from the doorway.

“Nope. Straight to voicemail.” Breisa grumbled and held up the phone, “Probably stuck at work or something. Usually we get calls once a month in wilderness school. She wouldn’t expect my call.”

“At least you left a message.” Lou counseled taking away her phone, “That’s better than nothing. Most demigods don’t ever get to tell their moral caregivers goodbye. Much less a phone call.”

“You’re right.” Breisa agreed, “I’d figure that having phones would be the biggest alarm to monsters. How’d you even manage to live with one?”

Lou waved her phone around, “Special tech modifications from Hephaestus cabin. You just gotta know the right people to get the goods. Speaking of which–”

She tossed a bulky green satchel Briesa. She ‘oofed’ as it landed on her stomach.

Breisa picked it up and looked at it from every angle. “The hell is this for?”

“It’s your pack. A magic pack.” Lou answered nonchalantly, "It holds spell caster necessities, clothes if you need them, medical supplies, storage, and pretty much survival stuff.”

“Huh…Does it hold food?” Breisa wondered.

“Eh…depends. Since we use herbs and spices for spells, it might not give you direct food.” Lou explained, “You might have to look for food. Which I wouldn’t worry too much about, your…uh …quest members might have their own survival packs.”

“Hmn.” She didn’t seem so convinced about that, but who was she to doubt Lou. “So since you’re here…did you find anything about my necklace?”

“Well not much.” Lou replied, “I looked up some magical items… It’s not cursed, I know that for sure. But it is charmed for something to happen, that’s why you felt little bursts of magic energy. It’s almost as if it isn’t activated… It’s some weird puzzle.

To be honest, this is something I’ve never seen before. And I’ve seen a lot of weird magic. But, I did noticed it’s made out of Adamantine and a little bit of Stygian.``

Breisa tilted her head to the side in a questioning manner.

Lou pulled the necklace out of her pocket and faced it towards her. It still had the leather strap but the centerpiece seemed thicker and glowed darkly. And The bail glinted in the light like a diamond. “The mist must have hidden its true appearance.

But this part in the middle is stygian, an underworld metal. And this part with your initials is Adamantine, it is indestructible metal.” She pointed to the thicker part and bail. “They both are types of metals that demigods use to fight monsters, like celestial bronze—metal found on olympus.”

“What about the stone in the middle?” Breisa asked

“That’s another thing that I can’t figure out.” She shrugged, “It’s not an illusion. It’s made out of real stone and it’s enchanted. It just appeared when you had your vision.”

Breisa looked at the necklace then back Lou, “Will this thing help me on the quest?”

“It could. I feel like it might have something to do with your lines in the prophecy.” Lou assumed, “It might be something only you could figure out. Some demigods have their own weapons and items given specifically from their godly parents. So it serves a certain purpose—but you gotta figure out what it is.”

She tossed Breisa the necklace, and clumsily she caught it.

“You should be set now. You have your pack and the necklace…” Lou put her hand on chin in thought. She snapped her fingers in realization, “Oh! There’s something else, I almost forgot.”

She ran out to the hallway and headed into the common rooms.

Breisa ran after her with her sneakers and jacket. “Hey wait up!”

She turned the corner and nearly crashed into a crouching Lou. She had lifted one of the cushion, seats and was rummaging through a hidden compartment.

“What are you doing?” Breisa sat down on one of the couches trying to catch her breath.

“Looking for —THIS!” Lou pulled out an ax with a generous amount of blade on both sides. It had leather wrapped tightly around the handle.

“¡Ay, qué carajo!” Breisa yelped, jumping back with her hand over her heart, “Are you trying to kill me?!”

“No this is so you don’t get killed.” Lou waved the ax around as Breisa eyed it nervously, “Relax it can’t hurt you. It’s made out of Celestial Bronze, it’s meant to kill monsters.”

“I’d feel safer if you wouldn’t wave it around carelessly.” Breisa moved away from Lou slightly.

“Alright alright don’t get your curls in a knot. I have a solution.” Lou rolled her eyes.

Without a warning she threw it upward with a little shout, “krývo!”

Breisa half expected the blade to come down and slice through Lou’s skull—instead a bronze ring with a moon crescent landed in her hand.

“¿Que demonios?” She looked at the ring confused,“What happened to the ax?”

Lou gave her a little grin. She slid the crescent sideways and enunciated a strange word “Apokalýpto.”

The ax appeared again in her hands.

“Magic weapon…” Breisa took the ax from her hands, looking at it with interest. “It’s like Jason’s sword.”

Lou hummed in agreement. “Yup, you don’t even have to use mist to hide it. All you need is those words for it.“

“Kree-on…it means to hide?”

“krývo.” Lou corrected, “Apokalýpto to reveal. Try it.”

Breisa glanced at the ax, hesitantly she raised it up. She stuttered “K-krývo.”

It stayed in its current form, no changes whatsoever.

“More confident. You can’t be hesitant. It takes confidence as much as focus to summon a weapon.” Lou reminded, “Try again.”

Breisa breathed in and out slowly. With more confidence she said “krývo.”

It gleamed slightly and turned shorter. “I guess my magic isn’t as good as I-”

Out of nowhere shrunk into the same ring but more wobbly and uneven.

“Huh. Isn’t that something?” Lou murmured with a little sideways smile. “Now try summoning it.”

“Apokakýpto.” Breisa grumbled with some confidence. The ax appeared with a quarter of its handle.

Lou couldn’t help but snicker a little. “Don’t worry you’ll get the hang of it. Hand it here.”

She passed it over to her and Lou turn it back into a ring.

Breisa sighed slipping on the ring,"How will I be able to cast spells without you there? I can’t even summon a weapon.

“That’s why I have one more thing for you.” Lou dug through the couch again and pulled out a pocket sized book.

Breisa took it carefully and looked it over:

It was leatherbound black with gold edges on the cover. Embedded were torches crossing each other over a moon. Below one of the torches was a leather strap that held it closed.

Breisa opened it— on the first page was a red ribbon as a page saver.

The yellow page had blue cursive written in weird language, she was able to read “Hekate’s book of magic and witchcraft Vol. 1”

“A spell book?” Breisa guessed, flipping through the pages, they were mostly blank. Although some spells that she had learn were written there.

“Yes,” Lou began, “It’s a beginner’s spell book. Whatever spell’s you can figure out or learn, will be added to the pages. It guides you through Mom’s eyes—but it becomes your own magic.”

Breisa looked at the book, then to the ring, and then to the pack. “Lou this is all so much. I mean I know this quest is life or death- Pero no lo creo…I mean….should I even have all these things? I don’t feel like I am a worthy demigod.”

‘Much less a daughter of hecate’ She thought to herself.

“Hey, no sibling of mind should take on something as big–as this quest– empty handed.” Lou insisted, “No self-doubt alright. You got this. You tell all those monsters and assholes who think otherwise to shove it up their ass! Alright?”

Breisa cracked a nervous but assured smile, “Alright.”

“Now finish getting ready.” Lou advised, “I’ll send you off, everyone is almost up. It makes it harder to leave when they’re up.”

“Ok.” Breisa nodded, placed the book on the breast pocket of her jacket. She began to lace up her sneakers.

–

Later outside the Hecate cabin, Lou was giving Breisa one final check.

“Alright. You might want to wear the ring and the necklace, it’s more convenient. Everything else is here.” Lou handed the pack to her, “I also added some hair ties for later. Just in case that braid doesn’t last. You should be good to go.”

“Lou, I can't thank you enough.” Breisa adjusted the pack onto her shoulder, “Realmente, gracias por el fondo de mi corazón.”

“No es problema.” Lou said, surprising Breisa (who hadn’t realized she herself was speaking Spanish), “Just promise me you’ll make it here safe. When you finish saving the world and all.”

“I will.” Breisa promised with false confidence. Lou gave her a look. “I’ll try too.”

Lou patted her on the shoulder, “You should get going.”

Breisa begin to ask, “Where should I-”

She heard a cabin door slam shut and saw Piper walking away from very eyesore pink cabin.

“Start with that.” Lou advised as she headed back to the cabin “Buena suerte y que los dioses te bendigan.”

Briesa nodded and then headed off to Piper. “Hey Piper! Wait up!”

She had finally caught up to Piper as she was half-way out of cabin

“Piper,” Breisa wheezed, “Oh my god… you walk…fast.”

She looked up and automatically she knew something was wrong with Piper.

Even with the whole makeover look, she knew something was wrong. Her face was flushed, her breathing seemed off, and her arms were wrapped around herself defensively.

“Piper? Are you ok?” Briesa asked, concerned. All she got was a head shake as Piper avoided looking at her.

(Anger,embarrassment, stress and sadness)

She tried to snap Piper out of her emotions, “Can you tell me three things you feel?”

Piper sighed shakily, and croaked “I…I can feel my jacket it’s silky and worn out…Also the makeup on my face, it’s heavy and uncomfortable…and my dagger on my hip.”

Piper had calmed down but (frustration, stress, and embarrassment) to Breisa, she was still not calm enough. “How about three things you smell?”

“I can smell the cabin wood. The Grass. And strawberries.” Piper unwrapped her arms from herself and her breathing slowed down.

‘Almost there.’ Breisa thought to herself. “And three things you see?”

“I see the amphitheater, the mess hall, and–” Piper cut herself off as she turned up at the sky and gaped.

(Disbelief and confusion)

Breisa furrowed her eyebrows at her expression,“Uh…Piper what else do you see?”

“A giant metal dragon.” She replied still in shock.

Breisa blinked, “A what?”

“A giant metal dragon!” Piper repeated and pointed towards the sky.

Breisa glanced at what she was pointing at, half expecting Piper to be joking, then her mouth fell open in shock. “Holy shit!”

There it was.

A giant metal dragon glistening in the morning sun.

It floated down with bat-shaped wings twice its body length: They waved like sails, with a sound as if they were coins cascading out of a slot machine.

As it got closer to landing Breisa caught sight of a familiar tuff of curly hair and an army jacket on top of the dragon.

“Leo?” Piper yelled.

Sure enough, there he was, sitting atop a giant bronze death machine and grinning like a maniac.

An alarm went off, (it sounded like a conch shell?) and the camp broke out into chaos.

Satyrs started screaming “Don’t kill me!”, while Half of the Campers had stumbled out of the cabins in pajamas and armor.

The dragon set itself in the middle of the field and Leo yelled “It’s cool! Don’t shoot!”

Hesitantly, the archers lowered their bows. The warriors backed away, keeping their spears and swords ready. They made a loose wide ring around the metal monster. Other demigods hid behind their cabin doors or peeped out the windows.

Nobody seemed anxious to get close. Breisa was on the same page. Up close the dragon was way bigger— sixty-foot-long serpent with steel talons and drill-bit teeth and glowing ruby eyes. It glowed with different shades of copper and bronze.

“It’s beautiful,” Piper muttered. Breisa and the other demigods snapped their necks at her. They gave her a look like she was insane. (Although Breisa had to admit -never out loud—it looked like a wicked statue)

The dragon reared its head and shot a column of fire into the sky. Breisa nearly fell in surprise as Campers scrambled away and hefted their weapons.

But all Leo did was slide calmly off the dragon’s back. He held up his hands like he was surrendering, except he still had that crazy grin on his face.

“People of Earth, I come in peace!” he shouted.

He looked like he’d been rolling around in the campfire. His army coat and his face were smeared with soot. His hands were grease-stained, and he wore a new tool belt around his waist. His eyes were bloodshot. His curly hair was so oily it stuck up in porcupine quills, and he smelled strangely of Tabasco sauce.

But he looked absolutely delighted. “Festus is just saying hello!”

“LIKE HELL IT IS!” Breisa cried out, earning a glare from Leo.

“That thing is dangerous!” An Ares girl shouted beside her and brandished a spear. “Kill it now!”

“Stand down!” Someone ordered.

It was Jason. He pushed through the crowd, flanked by Annabeth and that girl from the Hephaestus cabin, Nyssa.

Jason gazed up at the dragon and shook his head in amazement. “Leo, what have you done?”

“Found a ride!” Leo beamed. “You said I could go on the quest if I got you a ride. Well, I got you a class-A metallic flying bad boy! Festus can take us anywhere!”

“It—has wings,” Nyssa stammered. Her jaw looked like it might drop off her face.

“Yeah!” Leo said. “I found them and reattached them.”

“But it never had wings. Where did you find them?”

Leo hesitated. He was hiding something and it didn’t go unnoticed by Piper and Breisa.

“In … the woods,” he said. “Repaired his circuits, too, mostly, so no more problems with him going haywire.”

“Mostly?” Nyssa asked.

The dragon’s head twitched. It tilted to one side and a stream of black liquid—maybe oil, hopefully just oil—poured out of its ear, all over Leo.

“Just a few kinks to work out,” Leo said.

Breisa muttered under breath, “Looks like more than a few.”

“Hey-” Leo started but Nessya cut him off.

“How did you survive?” She was still staring at the creature in awe. “I mean, the fire breath …”

“I’m quick,” Leo said (anxiety). “And lucky. Now, am I on this quest, or what?”

Jason scratched his head. “You named him Festus? You know that in Latin, ‘festus’ means ‘happy’? You want us to ride off to save the world on Happy the Dragon?”

The dragon twitched and shuddered and flapped his wings. It reminded Breisa of an excited puppy wagging its tail. (‘Happy the big bronze dragon’)

“That’s a yes, bro!” Leo said. “Now, um, I’d really suggest we get going, guys. I already picked up some supplies in the—um, in the woods. And all these people with weapons are making Festus nervous.”

Jason frowned. “But we haven’t planned anything yet. We can’t just—”

“Go,” Annabeth said. She was the only one who didn’t look nervous at all. Her expression was sad and wistful, like this reminded her of better times. An image of a boy with sea green eyes and a boy with a rasta cap flashed in Breisa’s brain. “Jason, you’ve only got three days until the solstice now, and you should never keep a nervous dragon waiting. This is certainly a good omen. Go!”

Jason nodded. Then he smiled at Piper. “You ready, partner?”

Piper looked at the bronze dragon wings shining against the sky, and those talons that could’ve shredded her to pieces. “You bet,” she said.

They made their way over and mounted the Dragon. Jason sat himself first on the last seat and he helped Piper up front.

“Come on Breisa.” Piper called from the dragon.

“You guys can’t be serious.” Breisa groaned, keeping her feet firmly planted on the ground.

“Oh but we are.” Leo grinned. “No me digas que tienes miedo, cariño.”

“I’m not!” Breisa puffed defensively. “And don’t call me cariño!”

“Oh my bad,” Leo mockingly put a hand to his chest, “Does Miedosa sound better?”

“Listen here Jackass!” Breisa quipped, getting ready to argue.

“Oh don’t start with that bull! I’m the Jackass?! You act like you are so much better but you’re just as much of a jackass as I am.” Leo bit back.

“You just admitted you are one!” Breisa jeered.

“I’m the jackass that fixed this giant ass Dragon!” Leo bragged, “I am a jack of all trades type of Jackass!

“If you’re a ‘Jack of all trades’, why is your dragon leaking oil worse than a Janky-ass truck?” She remarked

“Did you just compare my dragon to a junk car?” Leo scoffed in disbelief, “You got some nerve-!”

They continued to insult and curse at each other as Jason, Piper, Festus, and most of the camp awkwardly watched their argument unfold.

—

‘Gods, were we really that bad?’ Annabeth wondered as peered at the two bickering. She was both nostalgic, amused, and sad while thinking about a certain boy with sea green eyes.

“Thinking about old times?” Clarisse said from beside her, watching the two in amusement.

Annabeth let out a soft sigh, “Yes.”

Clarisse smiled sadly, “I miss the little jackass too…We’ll find him, you know.”

“I know.” Annabeth sniffled a bit. “These guys just bring back all the things about us.”

Clarisse put a hand on her shoulder, “They’ll be the ones to beat this and figure out something about Percy. Don’t stress more than you already are.”

“I’ll try not to.” Annabeth said.

She continued to stare at Festus picking up Breisa by her collar while she cursed at it as Leo laughed hysterically as he hopped onto the dragon.

“Good.” Clarisse hummed, “That's all you can do.”

She watched with Annabeth as Festus shot into the air, his big wing swooping and fire streaming out his mouth.

They both could hear Breisa screaming bloody mary in Spanish and Leo cackling like a lunatic.

‘Let them be alright. Let them find him or something about him. Please.’ Annabeth prayed to anyone that would hear her as she watched Festus fade into the skyline.

—

Translations

Y ella no tiene hermanos ni Tíos - She doesn’t have brothers or uncles

Ay, qué carajo - what the fuck

krývo- conceal

Apokalýpto- reveal

Pero no lo creo - I don’t think

Realmente gracias desde el fondo de mi corazón- Thank you from the bottom of my heart

Cariño - sweetheart

No me digas que tienes miedo, cariño - Don’t tell me you’re scared

Miedosa - Scaredy-cat

(A/N: A little bit of a filter chapter, I enjoyed giving Breisa cool accessories like a character in an rpg game. Also Leo the maniac mechanic and his giant metal dragon finally make an entrance. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and it’s chaos! :)

-socially awkward nerd)

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sephmonet · 2 years ago

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January’s Reading List

I promised myself that i would keep tabs on all the things I read this year, both on and off tumblr. Also - this shines light on some amazing authors that I’ve come across and don’t want to forget. If you’d rather not be tagged (because if you’re on this list, it means im legit reading every fic you pump out LMAO) please let me know!

This one is starting off mostly as a backlog, because I should’ve done this earlier... Oops.

also i can’t, for the life of me, ever recall fics off of the top of my head.

This is in no particular order other than what I can find off of my blog and my pc tabs - i have 3 million open at all times.

The Last of Us

abby love spell by @ohcaptains

This abby x reader fic is literally the first I’ve ever read because I def wasn’t an abby stan. This entire fic is perfection from head to toe, legit smutty perfection. The longing, the desperation, the banter is just so great and I can’t recommend this one enough.

miss sunshine by @nexusnyx

I’ve read a lot of Joel fics, being a longtime Joel lover. (Seriously, I’ve been in love with this man since I was 13.) This one is my all time favorite, hands down. I love the dynamic here, I love how the author takes the characterization of Joel miller and makes it better. I especially love that Sunshine is a nickname given to her by him and not Sarah.

Everything here is perfect for me. No qualms. I read it every couple of days.

Call of Duty (MWII)

yours to keep by @mvtthewmurdvck

In lieu of authors turning me onto characters that I never thought I’d like, this one is divine. Definitely helps that they accidentally used my actual nickname but, even without it, this fic is just so deliciously sexy and real. I could write paragraphs on how much I love this story.

Softly by @littleferal

This Rudy fic accompanies another two amazing fics, but this specifically highlights Rudy featuring a little bit of Ale. The Las Almas boys are so well done in this authors hands. They truly nailed how gentle and attentive a lover Rudy can be. The sugar and spice dynamic of Rudy and Ale is perfection here.

Simon Says & Daddy’s Home by @emomanswhore

For these to be their only two fucking fics on this site, holy shit.

Author came out that bitch SWINGING. I remember these two fics being the first real ghost x reader that I felt really strongly about because its the first time I ever really got into a reblogging stint. Ontop of a black coded and bratty!reader, Gods. These two stories keep my horny ass up at night. Point blank.

“its so hot when you talk back” by @gh0stswh0re

Speaking of smut that keeps me up at night.. this is some toe-curling stuff. I love brat tamer!Ghost so much. This author captures his filthy fucking mouth so well.

Untitled Konig Drabble by @luxuryberzatto

Listen... Between Konig and Price.. those two are fighting rn for White Boy of the Month for me. But this drabble??? I think i’d have to let Konig have the “Bear” title. Just this once.. author made him begging sound so sexy.

Her heart was the most Beautiful Thing I Ever Broke by @day0walker

This is an ongoing Price series that I just can’t wait to really dig into. I’ve read the first few chapters and, I have to say, Im afraid this might become one of my favorites for my main man. Perfect, so far, in every way. The banter is top tier.

Price’s Masterlist by @yeyinde

Literally feeds us so much. The Price girlies are forever in this authors favor. Everything they write for that man is so delicious, so fucking ambrosial that i’ll literally put down what Im doing to read what they’ve written for him.

Ghosts and Mirages Masterlist by @stararch4ngelqueen

Still ongoing series, but its so good. Nothing has fed me more than this series for Ghost right here. It’s quite literally a masterpiece. I’ve never felt more emotion for a series than this one right here. PERFECT.

Misc. Characters

Blossom Dearie by @nymphlamp

Carmy is SO good in this Authors hands. So perfect. This fic turned me into such a carmy girl that it isn’t even funny and I should actually go to a therapist about it. Such beautiful writing. Also another black coded!reader <3

Morning by @write-and-buried

This is a Dieter Bravo fic and.. Whew lord this, and the second part of it is sooooooo fucking hot. I still haven’t seen whatever movie this is yet but by Gods does this fic make me want to dive headfirst into it.

The Fire in Your Eyes Series by @flamehairedwritings

such a good series for Aurthur Morgan. So well fucking done with so many emotions. Beautiful and meaningful writing.

Off of Tumblr

Safe House by Alternate_Alien

Another ongoing price fic... but Bodyguard!Price dealing with a bratty!reader??? Cmooooon now. Its too good.

Lady of Rooksgrave Manor by Kathryn Moon

Reverse harems are such a guilty pleasure of mine. This turned me into a monster fucker.. Im not sorry.

#jan list #reading list #these authors live rent free in my mind #and i can do nothing but supply them with snacks and beverages

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natsora · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,319 times in 2022

81 posts created (6%)

1,238 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@natsora

@coryfirelion

@dr-ladybird

@barbex

@pip-n-flinx

I tagged 1,295 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#mass effect - 399 posts

#dragon age - 330 posts

#commander shepard - 218 posts

#femshep - 181 posts

#tbd - 104 posts

#cassandra pentaghast - 97 posts

#f!inquisitor - 73 posts

#garrus vakarian - 52 posts

#the locked tomb - 50 posts

#mea - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 64 characters

#and now i have the art to make me sad and happy at the same time

My Top Posts in 2022:

Sugar & Spice

@14daysdalovers

Read on AO3 Previous prompts: Flirty Banter | Slow Dance

“Are you sure this is right?” Trev asks skeptically.

“Of course!” Sera exclaims. “I’ve baked more cookies than you have eaten.”

Trev stares. “That cannot be true.”

Sera shrugs and gestures at the ingredients. “Well… Maybe not. But who’s keeping count? Just mix them all together.”

Trev sighs and cracks the eggs into the bowl and adds the flour. It doesn’t look right, but she doesn’t know what right is. She keeps at it until the shaggy mess seems to be coming together.

“There you go. And you doubt me,” Sera scoffs. “I’ll work on the filling.”

Trev turns the dough onto the bench and tries to knead it. “It’s sticking everywhere.”

Sera snorts. “You didn’t flour the bench.”

“But you didn’t say I needed to.”

“Well, I’m telling you now.”

Trev growls wordlessly. Maybe this is a mistake. Baking blueberry tarts is a good idea, but in reality, it’s turning into an exercise of self control — self control not to murder Sera.

She concentrates on the dough and trustsSera to turn the blueberries into something delicious. Playing hooky from Josie’s schedule for her is flirting with death already as it is. Somehow, against Trev’s expectations, they put something that resembles blueberry tarts into the oven.

Later, with present in hand, Trev knocks on Cassandra’s door. “Come in,” a muffled voice calls from within.

Trev thrusts her plate of hard work at Cassandra. “Here try this.” She is rather proud of herself. The tarts look delicious, flaky crust and glistening fillings.

Cassandra blinks. “How did you—“

“I asked Leliana.”

Cassandra’s eyes narrow. She does that every time Trev mentions Leliana. Trev wonders if she did something wrong. But Cassandra is quickly distracted by the offered treats.

“Blueberry…”

“Yeah. I know you like them.”

As Cassandra bites into a tart, Trev waits breathlessly for the verdict. She hasn’t tried any herself in her eagerness to get these piping hot to Cassandra. At first, Cassandra hums with pleasure. Then, her face goes through a series of contortions. “It’s… interesting. What’s the filling?”

It doesn’t look like Cassandra enjoys it at all.

“Nothing. Just blueberries.” Trev takes a bite and is punched by a massive dose of sugar and spice. She spits it out into a waste bucket nearby. “Maker! Sera made the—“

From outside, she hears Sera’s loud crackling. “I hope you two are enjoying the tarts!”

Trev is about to head out and give chase, but Cassandra grabs her shoulder. “We should lay a trap. Chasing won’t get us far.”

Trev grins. With Cassandra by her side, they head out to hunt a prankster.

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art by @coryfirelion

Chapter 2

Raya slid the order to the customer and accepted the payment. Glancing over to Namaari, who was seated by the window, jacket draped at the back of her chair, those fucking biceps on display, Raya scowled. She wasn’t expecting this to be how they would be doing their project.

“Stop ogling.” Namaari said, not looking up from her laptop. She scribbled something into the notebook by her side and then capped the fountain pen.

Won’t it be easier to just use a gel ink pen? None of this capping and uncapping business.

“I’m not!”

It’s like she exists to irk the fuck out of me. This isn’t normal.

Tong snorted. Raya frowned at him before shooing him to go collect cups for washing. He obliged without a word of protest.

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“Shepard don’t know what she is asking,” Ryder hissed. She paced the space like a tiger. Their apartment was trashed again. This time, they did it themselves. That first time…

Fuck!

Ryder didn’t want to think about it. If she hadn’t left, would she have been able to stop whoever had taken Shepard? That explained why Drack looked and drank like someone he knew died.

Was Shepard already dead? No. Fuck, no! Shepard wasn’t dead. She had a plan, otherwise she would have run. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She should have ran any-fucking-way. That stupid, fucking bitch!

“She don’t know what the fuck she is asking,” Ryder whispered with shuddering breaths. All that tension coiled around her shoulders. It felt so tight it might snap her bones.

Shawn stared. “Sam, she’s trusting us, trusting you to get her through this.”

“Why?” Ryder whirled around. “Why? She got herself into it! She can fucking get herself out!” Her vision was tinged red, pressure built between her temples. If Shepard was here, she would hit her. She would, she wanted so much that she slammed her fist into the wall. Pain flashed up her arm.

“Sam!” Shawn yelled, reaching out and grabbing her other arm. “Sam, just… Shepard had done so much for us, we should do this.”

Ryder squeezed her eyes shut, lest she unleashed her temper on him. It wasn’t Shawn’s fault, he didn’t get it. Taking a couple of shuddering breaths through her mouth, she let him pull her away from the wall.

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art by @coryfirelion

“Stop babying me.” Ryder glared at Shepard.

Shepard laughed, that deepened her frown. “If you don’t want me to baby you, then behave like an adult. You know what you need to do. You know what’s important. This is just the last step.”

“But—”

“I’m volunteering for this, all right? Just give it a rest,” Shepard snapped. “I can’t literally be sitting here making sure you eat your meals, drink your water and take your fucking medication. You’re still running a fever.”

Ryder sighed. Two days, that was as long as she made it before she was begging to go back to Uppercut. Shepard had been doing her best to keep Ryder away. If she’s back, Vidal would be making plans again. If it wasn’t hitting the Port with the Clan, it’s booking more VIPs than either of them could handle. As it was right now, Shepard was running ragged between taking on both their clients. Thank fuck there hadn’t been any night assignments recently. Or maybe Drack or one of the others were taking care of things

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My #1 post of 2022

art by @coryfirelion, story dedicated to her too. 🧡

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, fluff, good ending, aspec main character, whump, recovery, panic attack, flashback, kissing, no smut, coffeeshop au, Alternate Universe

Summary: Being the closer isn’t fun, Raya just wants to go home. But nooo…. the universe has to send her one more customer after she has washed the damn machine.

Little did she know how their lives are going to intertwine.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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cloudshapedpatch · 2 years ago

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I posted 8,695 times in 2022

That's 6,465 more posts than 2021!

630 posts created (7%)

8,065 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fnaf-fanatical

@concerto-roblox

@lemony-and-zesty

@mossrag

@chronicallylatetotheparty

I tagged 1,774 of my posts in 2022

#cori rambles - 190 posts

#sapphire rambles - 182 posts

#ml - 117 posts

#ml spoilers - 80 posts

#lovely mumblings - 54 posts

#miraculous ladybug - 39 posts

#toh - 33 posts

#ask n answer - 29 posts

#duck anon - 24 posts

#strike back spoilers - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#but also also. i know it's just because he's single and my type and i can have silly little fantasies and daydreams without bothering anyone

My Top Posts in 2022:

happy pride to non-binary people who exclusively use the pronouns they were assigned at birth. happy pride to non-binary people who present the way they were assigned at birth. you don't owe anyone androgyny!!!

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people who leave paragraph long comments on fics >>>>>

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An Incredibly In-Depth Analysis Of All 128 Love Square Ships - The Icositetragon and The Pentadecagon (Season Four Edition)

As we are all well aware by now, our two protagonists have so many identities that calling their love a ‘square’ is out the window. There have been many new varieties added since the end of season 3, when I made the first edition of this mega-meta-post. All I can say is buckle up, cause it’s going to be a wild ride! As always, I’ll always name a ship as (Marinette) / (Adrien) for simplicity.

(click here for individual charts/colorblind friendly versions!)

TL;DR at the bottom!

Our Characters:

Besides our classic civilians and heroes, I’ll include Princess Justice and two forms of Chat Blanc: Alternate Timeline (AT) and Normal Timeline (NT). the Alternate will refer to the timeline only seen by Bunnyx, in which the reveal happens over the beret (including the time before Adrien was akumatized!). The Normal will refer to the timeline in which Bunnyx takes Ladybug to Chat Blanc to fix him.

Changes Since Last Edition:

In an effort to keep the Other category from getting too long, I have divided it and made the Until Proven Otherwise section. As such, every category has experienced changes. Bananoir has been removed and placed in Until Proven Otherwise. I have also decided not to include impossible ships, like Ladybug/Mister Bug, to try and keep it as short as possible.

Ladynoir:

This easily has the greatest number of ships, coming in at 40 total. These are very straightforward. Want to spice up your Ladynoir fic? Go crazy on one of these variants!

Biker Bug / Chat Noir

Biker Bug / Mister Bug

Biker Bug / Snake Noir

Biker Bug / Cardboard Noir

Biker Bug / NT Chat Blanc

Ladybug / Chat Noir

Ladybug / Snake Noir

Ladybug / Cardboard Noir

Ladybug / NT Chat Blanc

Lady Noire / Mister Bug

Lady Noire / Cardboard Noir

Lady Noire / NT Chat Blanc

Dragon Bug / Chat Noir

Dragon Bug / Snake Noir

Dragon Bug / Cardboard Noir

Dragon Bug / NT Chat Blanc

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My #1 post of 2022

All 128 Love Square Ships - The Icositetragon (Broken Down)

Here are the individual charts for the Love Icositetragon (24 sided!)

The Original:

And the Simpler Versions (click for quality!)

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sweet-lover-girl · 2 years ago

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Welcome to my little corner of Tumblr, you’re gonna find a lot of random shit here. Anything from animals to poetry, to writing I enjoy writing to BDSM, to art, books and music, oh and a lot of random lesbian shit as well. Plus whatever else I like. It’s chaotic, like me.

Anyways—

Hi! You can call me Sweetie or whatever nickname you got (just nothing mean/rude or inappropriate please) Here’s a few things about me!

(Also, I have a flashing gif down below. Please be careful proceeding if you are sensitive to flashing lights.)

Favorite colors: Black and pink 🖤💖

Favorite animals: Fox, wolf, and horse (I literally love all animals but the main ones are these💖)

Summer, Fall, winter or Spring?: WINTER❄️

Current obsession?: Lately I’ve been trying to find good sapphic books, whither it’s a physical copy or digital. I love apocalyptic, fantasy, dark romance, fairy tale.

Favorite band/artist?: They are called “Heilung” if you never heard of them PLEASE look them up, they are amazing! I also really love “Hozier” “NF” “cigarettes after sex” “Paris Paloma” and “Kalandra” (plus many more) Music is my best friend.

Do you have piercings/tattoos?: Yes! I have two piercings on each ear, septum, vertical labret, nipples and bellybutton! I might get a few more plus some tattoos. (no tattoos yet)

Sexuality?: Lesbian🧡💛🤍💖

420?: Yes, I usually write while I’m high so. 🤧

Okay, I’m slowly working my way through my masterlist to update it so you can find it on here instead of AO3!!!

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Masterlist

Abby Anderson

Fairy Tale Love

No need for Words.

Sugar and Spice 18+ (No sex but it gets a little spicy)

Head canon--Squirting Dildos 18+

Bathroom Shenanigans 18+

Say Ahh... 18+

Long Night 18+

Tea Party

Anxiety

Rougher Days

I don’t want anyone but you

Feeling Sick

Take aim

Facing your fears in never easy Pumpkin. (No sex but gets a little spicy)

(If you want more Abby stuff, look under my ‘Abby Anderson Blurbs’ tag!)

I said I like to write, NEVER said I was good at it.

OKAY LOVE YOU BYYYYYEEEE

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(Anything Eden is old, anything Sweetie is new! The ‘Mutuals🖤’ tag is also old, the new one is ‘Mooties💋’ but you can still go through my old stuff, this is just an FYI!)

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jvngkook97 · 2 years ago

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Suga and Spice

pairing; chef!yoongi x female!reader

genre; fluff, humor, smut, established relationship, domestic au, chef au

warnings; mainly just wholesome fluffy content with a sprinkle of spice in the form of shower sex

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 3,588

a/n; missing my other bias and wanted to give him some lurv so here ya go. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth gaping like a fish out of water. A moan that was on the borderline of being a whimper could be heard within the silence of the room as your partner gave out a sigh of content and on the verge of begging for more—

—he shoves another spoonful of the delicious and perfectly cooked food into your mouth to silence your whining that he knew was coming.

“You’re ridiculous, y/n.”

You opened your eyes to gaze into those of your lover’s and gave him a loopy Cheshire grin.

“How are you even real? Are you secretly AI? Is that how you’re so indescribably good at cooking?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head with mock annoyance, though the slight quirk of the corner of his upper lip said he was thoroughly amused by your shenanigans.

“You know what you should do, Yoongs?”

Dropping his hand to land flat on the table, he gives you his full undivided attention.

“What’s that, y/n?”

“You should marry me.”

He gave you a deadpan expression, and wordlessly grabbed your left hand with one of his own, holding it in front of you with your fingers splayed and used his other hand’s pointer finger to emphasize on the dainty but custom made engagement ring he slipped on your finger only two weeks ago on your birthday.

“Well I’ll be! Would you look at that?”

You leaned over the short distance to give him a chaste kiss on the lips, one he returned in kind without a thought, the action now second nature to the male. Never one to express his inner feelings, he only hopes that through his gestures and actions alone you’re able to feel what he might never say out loud.

Which you do, of course. Especially when you taste his delectable foods that he puts his entire heart and soul into.

“Did you still want to bake tonight? If not, we can just watch a movie or whatever.” He placed his hand over yours on top of the table, thumb mindlessly running over the groves of your knuckles as he asked, his eyes not once leaving yours.

Another thing you loved about Yoongi, that with you, he always maintained eye contact whenever possible. More of his love language coming out for you only.

“Sure! What did you have in mind for tonight, Chef Yoongi?”

He snorted at the formal words that inwardly made him swell with pride when you were the one saying them.

“Let’s make eclair’s. It’s considered a romantic dessert with the added bonus of it uses a lot of eggs so I can go through the extra carton you bought.”

“It was an accident! This is why I tell you it’s better if we shop together for groceries!” You whined childishly, making him crack a grin.

“I was only joking, y/n. But the recipe does call for quite a bit of eggs so it works out.”

Good enough for you. You’ve never made eclairs before, so Yoongi teaches you the ropes. This kind of pastry dough requires near constant mixing, so you trade off when your arms get tired. You eye his strong, toned arms dubiously as he mixes with a serious look of concentration when it’s his turn yet again.

“Do you even need to switch?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy watching you work.”

You don’t miss the little smirk he gives as he says this and you narrow your eyes at his when he gives the whisk back to you. He leans on the counter next to you in what is clearly meant to be a seductive pose. He blatantly rakes his eyes over your figure as you painstakingly begin whisking again.

Deciding to give him a show, your own form of revenge to his snide remark from earlier, you lift the whisk out of the bowl and lick it as seductively as you can. This actually gets Yoongi to break, of all things.

“Gross! You’re still using that!”

“What? Afraid of a little bodily fluid?”

You’re talking about saliva and you both know it, but he’s never one to back down from an innuendo. So, he resumes his prior sexy stance and waggles his eyebrows.

“You know I’m not. The more, the merrier.”

It’s so absurd, yet true when it comes to him and his kinks that you can’t decide whether you want to laugh or jump his bones right then and there. Your thighs unconsciously rub together as your mind shifts from the innocence of baking, to one’s not so innocent.

Eventually, all the eggs are incorporated into the dough, so it’s ready for the oven. Just moments after the oven door is shut and a timer is set, you hear a loud crunch followed by something wet and cold on the top of your head.

“Oopsie.”

You gasp with wide eyed disbelief.

“You did not just crack an egg on my head, Min Yoongi!”

“I didn’t.” He shrugged off casually, before continuing smartly. “I specifically smashed an egg on your head – there’s a difference. My way includes egg shells.”

You feel some egg white drip on the shell of your ear and your body shivers involuntarily. You can’t help yourself any longer. You leap after him but he shrieks with laughter and dodges out of your grasp. The sound is like music to your ears with how rare it occurs.

Filled with a wild frenzy, you chase Yoongi all over the kitchen and into the living room when he flees there. He’s quick, and no matter how fast you run he always seems to be just out of your reach.

Instead, you go for a different approach. Scooping some of the egg from your hair, you hurl it at him. It lands square in his neck with a satisfying wet plop and you let out a whoop of victory.

“What? Is that all you got?” He taunts you, not phased in the least bit when he wipes the egg white onto his shirt without a care. Now he’s in competition mode, but so are you.

“Not even close.”

You take another scoop and rub the eggy mess between your hands until they’re nice and gooey. Then, you reach your arms out towards him in a signature zombie pose.

He laughs, eyes crinkling and gummy smile on full display as he maneuvers back into the kitchen. Using the farther side of the kitchen island as a barrier between you two, he stares you down, both hands splayed on the marble countertop trying to predict your next move.

Your eyes zero in on the egg carton placed dangerously close to him that was left wide open when he used one against you; that was your mistake. He follows your line of sight and instantly snatches the carton into his hands, holding it in a vice grip.

“I don’t think so, hon—.”

In an impulsive move, you juke him to the left but run around to the right, barely managing to corner him between the fridge and one of the counters. Yes! You plant your still grimy hands on either side of his shoulders boxing him and the egg carton in.

You’re completely out of breath, and as you realize this, you see Yoongi’s eyes dart to your lips and back. You mimick his line of sight and notice he’s panting just as heavily. Belatedly, you realize – you are incredibly turned on. Judging from the look on Yoongi’s face and the way he’s currently licking his lips, so is he.

In an instant your arms are wrapped around him and you’re kissing, the nearly empty egg carton dropping between you both and only making a slight mess on the white flooring, not that either of you really cared at the moment. His hands roamed the curve of your spine before landing underneath the curve of your ass instead. The kiss becomes more heated and intense, the bulge pressed against your lower stomach let’s you know exactly how into this your lover is, the fact only turning you on more.

It’s amazing. It’s blissful. And it’s hot as hell.

And then it’s ruined by you feeling yet another glob of egg drop from your hair and this time into your neck, the mucus like consistency makes your whole body cringe into the kiss and makes Yoongi reluctantly pull away from your impromptu make out session early.

“You okay?” His words are low, and you can hear the amount of desire he still feels for you in his voice. The tapping of his fingers on your ass let’s you know that he’s also clearly impatient and wants to continue.

“Yeah. Just, you know. Covered in egg is all.”

“And? So is the floor? Doesn’t seem to mind that we’ll just be cle–,” Yoongi pauses, considers something with a faraway look on his face, and then a devilish glint passes through his eyes. “You know, I may just have a solution for that.”

“Oh? Pray tell.”

“It’s obvious we could each use a shower, a good cleaning. And guess whose shower is big enough for two people?”

The idea sends a thrill through your entire body, and you wordlessly take Yoongi’s hand and lead you both to his master bathroom’s shower.

Not wanting to waste any time, Yoongi let’s go of your hand to make himself busy with turning on the water. While it’s warming up, both of your clothes come off in haphazard piles on the floor only a few feet away from the entrance to the shower. You barely even think about it, mind too consumed with the idea of what’s about to happen, but when you catch sight of Yoongi you have to pause.

You’re absolutely breathless.

His naked body is strong and taut, and even under the fluorescent bathroom lights he’s absolutely breathtaking. For a moment, you think back to the first day you two met, and it brings a warmth into your chest when you see just how far you two have come from that fateful day. You don’t know how you got so lucky to find a man like him, but you know you’ll never take him or what you two have for granted.

When he notices you staring, he gives you a sultry smirk.

“See anything you like?”

“Not sure. I need to look a little more.”

He takes a step closer to your now nude form and grabs your hand in his, gesturing for you to take a little twirl of your own so he can soak in the beauty that is your own body in all it’s perfectly imperfect glory, and you do, with a small giggle passing through your lips.

A woman is a mystery a man just can’t understand. But he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to figure out the mystery on how you somehow chose him of all people to spend the rest of your life with. His heart yearns to always be by your side and his soul wants nothing but to please you and give you a life you deserve.

To him? You’re his soulmate. His forever.

“You’re quite the treat yourself, you know? Dare I say, even more mouth watering than the eclairs.”

He gives you a loving forehead kiss, knowing those are one of your favorites, and steps closer to you to reach around you and feel if the temperature of the water was good. As he leans against you, you can’t help but run your fingers down his chest, nails only lightly scraping the unblemished skin you’re so envious of, the action making his chest rumble underneath your hands as he lets out a low growl. The sound shoots straight to your core.

Deeming the water good enough, he leads you into the shower and underneath the ridiculously large rainfall shower head that at this moment, your body is grateful for as it sags in euphoric relief. Yoongi chuckles at your reaction and realizes it’s better to actually get cleaned up before your little shower sex session.

So, first things first, you both make quick work of cleaning the egg off of each of your bodies. You take turns dunking your heads under the water, scrubbing at your hair with shampoo and conditioner, and neck with soap as you do. Yoongi does the same.

After you’ve rinsed your hair out for the last time, do Yoongi’s arms snake around you. Though, more importantly, you feel his body flush against your front, the contact of your now hardened nipples against his chest only spurs both of you on even more.

Feeling handsy, you grasp his butt, his hips, and then ever so slowly you trail your fingertips down his ‘V’ line. You hear his breath spike as your hand finds it’s place between his legs.

His own hands roam across your body and down until his hand slips between your legs and you can’t help but groan at the contact. Your eyes have maintained contact this whole time so you’ve been fortunate to witness the steady progression of the hunger that’s deep within as it makes its way to the surface.

Then, his mouth is on yours and you’re all in. The water runs over your bodies as you hold each other under the stream. You brace yourself against the shower wall and the tile is cool under your palm, your leg is wrapped around his waist and you’re basically standing on your tip toes with your other foot to accommodate him. You let out a low whine when you feel the tip of his cock tease your opening, your eyes falling closed reflexively from the simple amount of pleasure it brought you.

Yoongi is focused on your face the entire time when he fully sheathes himself inside of you and lets out his own little grunt of content. He gives you a moment to adjust before you’re tapping his ass with the heel of your foot to signal the go ahead. Then, his body is moving and you’re meeting him with each thrust of your own hips, the sound of wet skin slapping against one another reverberates within the enclosed space along with the rhythmic pattern of the water still falling on the shower floor around you.

Opening your eyes, knowing that Yoongi yearns for it, especially during sex, you have to bite your lip and will them not to close again when he does a particularly sharp thrust that has you parting your lips to reward him with a loud moan. The water has plastered his hair to his forehead, so you push it away, eyes locking in a deep gaze. They’re wild with desire and you know that yours aren’t any different.

His breathing is starting to get heavier, and you can feel him tensing under your hands. He forces himself to slow down his pace in order to prolong his release long enough to give you yours first, an unspoken rule that he’s created for himself, you being none the wiser.

With one hand holding himself up from crushing you against the wall, he holds his other hand underneath the stream of water around him for a second, and before you have time to register what he’s going to do, his expert fingers are already slithering their way down your stomach and finding a new purpose on your swollen bud. Your entire body arches into his from the unexpected contact that has your mind reeling with a few colorful words, some falling from your lips in a low chant that soon get quieted by Yoongi’s own words of praise.

“Does that feel good, baby?” A rapid nod of your head is all you can give in the current moment, eyes still locked with his. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

Your back arches, boobs pushing into his chest even more, with your hips picking up their own brutal pace against his as you chase your release with a fervor. He knows when your thrusts start stuttering and slowing down that you’re getting very close.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.” He dips his head into the crook of your neck to whisper the words into your ear, feeling your walls clench around him in a vice. He gives a moan of his own and it’s all you need as you let out a cry of relief once you reach your starry orgasm.

With a few more quick and deep thrusts it doesn’t take him long himself to find his own as his hips still against yours, his whole body weight leaning into yours has you squished between him and the wall with a breathy whine coming from you – both from the sudden weight and you still coming down from your high.

With what little strength he has left, he slowly lowers your leg so you’re standing on both, but makes sure he has an arm secure around your waist just incase you needed a moment to collect yourself and regain your own strength to stand on your own as he pulls his weight off of you.

“Sorry, needed a minute. Are you okay?”

His worried eyes flicker between your half lidded ones as you let out a breathy laugh at his question, though internally your heart swelled at his immediate need to make sure you were okay.

“I’m more than okay, actually. That was fucking amazing. Ten out of ten, would definitely recommend doing again.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t disagree with you. Pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips, he caresses your cheek before pulling away to turn the water off. Thus, ending your shower session. You detangle from one another to carefully step out into the now very cold air of the bathroom, the steam from within the enclosed shower no longer keeping your bodies warm.

He hands you your favorite robe that he makes sure is always clean incase you need to use it, and you take it with a wide grin, immediately shrugging the fluffy material on your nude body as you snuggle into the collar with a sigh.

He just smiles lovingly at you, and there’s a beautiful moment of post coital silence between you while you dry off, but then—

“Oh, shit. Oh no. No, no, no–,”

He runs from the bathroom, and for a second you’re confused on his rushed behavior, before your eyes widen in realization. The eclairs! Did the timer go off? You didn’t hear it.

Securing the robe around your body tightly, you briskly walk out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen. You’re just in time to see Yoongi, stark naked except for a pair of oven mitts, pulling a slightly smoking sheet pan out of the oven. The smoke causes a brief cloud to linger above the kitchen and you hurry over to the kitchen window to open it and let the smoke naturally clear out.

You turn back around as he carefully sets the hot sheet pan onto the grill of the stove, then leans back against the counter next to it with his head tilted back, eyes closed, and a deep sigh emitting from his parted lips.

The corner of your lip quirks up at the sight, and you can’t help but let out a cheeky remark.

“I like this look on you.”

He spares you an affectionate, closed mouth smile as he opens his eyes to give you a mock glare. You walk closer to the male to see the extent of damage your shower sex caused. It wasn’t too bad, you don’t think. But you’re not the expert here. Focusing your attention on Yoongi, you see he’s already looking at you and your body fills with warmth knowing he’s never ashamed of being caught staring at you.

“Are they okay?”

He clicks his tongue, but his expression is neutral.

“A little burnt, but honestly could be worse.”

You nod in response. Okay. Crisis…averted? Mostly. Great!

He leads you back to his master bedroom where he fishes out some of your favorite clothes of his to wear for the night and you take them with a kiss to his lips. In the process, he finds some for him as well and you two get dressed in no time. Checking the clock on his wall, you both come to the conclusion that there’s still time to finish the eclairs.

Once again, you’re back in the kitchen and working on picking out the least burned buns, but other than that it’s pretty painless. Pastry crème in a piping bag, fill the buns, drizzle with chocolate – easy!

You triple check that the oven is off and there’s nothing else you’ve forgotten about, and then you and Yoongi sit down at the kitchen table to enjoy the fruit of your labor. It’s definitely a little over cooked, but who cares? Yoongi is glowing and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful.

The dessert is amazing, but how could it ever compare with the man sharing it with you? The rest of the night passes by in a blur of kisses, cream and chocolate. Then you let yourselves fall asleep in each other’s arms in your shared bed and it’s bliss.

You could definitely get used to this. And you will, considering you had the privilege of the rest of your life to do so.

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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you like their hands

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (1/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]

note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so.. 😳

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todoroki shouto

i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be long and pretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands

but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga 😳 they’re not really what i’d call them “long”

so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.

his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just really red

moving on..

you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when

he didn’t really get it at first??

yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet

shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it

and he takes care of his hands because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.

speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.

so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him

then he just suddenly reached for your hand

seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”

then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help

scenario

“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.

you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.

that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them

“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.

he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.

his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.

but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities

he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware

your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz

after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training

to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes

a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick it off.

is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.

bakugou katsuki

SCREAMs

bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.

he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes

his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.

bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never actually cared about— until he started dating you

he’s kinda worried that you wouldn’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?

you really like his hands.. but you’re just scared of getting judged

so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed

scenario

“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff

“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you

“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.

“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”

“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”

“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that he can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”

you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”

you didn’t mean to make it sound that upfront.

bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.

“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.

well.. not really?

he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.

when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.

bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,

and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.

a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh

but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all

but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T

midoriya izuku

less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga??

of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about

but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well

he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit

he definitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so 😌 twinsies

but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream

compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.

but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.

you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized

but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.

and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions

but he gets real pouty when you pull away

scenario

“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room

“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.

“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.

“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”

izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted

“but why won’t you hold my hand?”

“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”

you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.

on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.

but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public

but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved

when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack

after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts

a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips

overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.

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Lost Hero VII - Breisa

Digging into the past

Word count: 5720

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Trauma, Spoilers for pjo, the Gods being dicks, titan army, teenagers dealing with trauma (while also being teenagers)

Summary: The past can be a tricky thing, but it holds so much for the future...Especially hints for a quest...Or Lou shares some of her past, and Breisa reluctantly shares hers.

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Lou hadn’t said a word the whole way back to the cabin.

Breisa was waiting for yelling and scolding.

All there was silence, except for the rest of her siblings.

She desperately wanted something, anything to happen.

They finally made it to the cabin. Her anxiety was spiking.

“Alright lights out for the little demon spawns. Oldest cabin members get to stay up for another hour. Everyone should still get dressed for bed.” Lou called out to the cabin members.

Everyone began to make their way to their respective bunks or rooms.

Miranna paused, while the rest of their siblings kept going, and looked at Breisa with those big emerald eyes. “Good luck.” She gave her a hug.

Breisa could only pat her back awkwardly. Miranna pulled away and headed off with the rest.

It was only Lou and Breisa standing in the middle of the cabin.

She waited for her to start screaming at her for accepting the quest: how it was a stupid idea, that she had basic knowledge on how to control her powers–How everything seemed to be bad about this quest.

But Lou only sighed, “You should get ready too. This is gonna be a long night.” She made her way to one of the book shelves and pulled a red book out. A doorway opened next to Breisa “I’ll be waiting in my room.”

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After a minute of struggling to find the hidden bathrooms, which ironically was hidden in the main sitting room of the cabins.

Breisa had taken a hot shower, changed into a cotton flannel pattern sweats and a plain gray t-shirt. She had just finished her bed routine (hair and teeth). She then made her way out of her room and went towards Lou’s room.

She peaked her head through the doorway and there in the middle laid a queen sized bed with a constellation themed blanket and black valet pillows. Near the bed was a mini shelf with books, potions, and Knick knacks (crystals, leaves, spices, feathers, etc).

Lou sat there, in her own pajamas, on the floor with a big leather bound book. She looked to be halfway through with it.

Breisa knocked on the doorway.

“Come in.” Lou said without looking up from the book.

Breisa walked in, she plopped on the floor next to Lou, and waited.

Lou read for another minute or two, then slammed the book shut.

Breisa jumped slightly at the sound, looked at her curious and startled, waiting for an outburst.

“If you’re expecting me to forbid you from going or yell at you for taking on this quest. I can’t.” Lou placed the book down, “I should, but I can’t. It’s not fair to you. Especially since you don’t know everything.”

“What do you mean?” Breisa tilted her head at Lou.

“You remember when I mentioned the great prophecy? How Kronos arise? ” Lou asked. Breisa nodded. “Well he didn’t do it on his own…”

Lou trailed off, her eyes began to glow, and she opened her palms. A blue mist flowed through her hands and fogged up the room.

The room began to change: All of Lou’s stuff along the walls began to melt away. Images of a forest replaced the missing items along the walls. It was like 4D movie projectors making the images form.

The first scene played out:

A kid was running through the forest, she had dark hair and green eyes. She wore a band tee that was tattered from the bottom, and leggings with beat up sneakers. Tightly hung on her shoulders was a military style pack.

As her face became the focusing point, scars were around her cheeks. Her nose actually looked familiar. The shape of her face too. The way her hair was styled, it was so similar to someone Breisa knew.

It was…it was..

“Lou! It’s you!” Breisa realized.

“Yes, it is. Now watch.” Lou tried not to break her concentration.

Younger Lou, maybe about thirteen or fourteen years old. She looked scared.

Something roared in the distance. She gasped and dove under a log, crawled behind the thick part to hide.

“I smell you demigod!” Something growled, it moved with heavy footsteps, “You can’t hide from me!”

Trees toppled as it got closer. The beast had a form of giant. Only thing you could make out was its legs. It stopped and sniffed the air. Slowly it leaned downwards, trying to find the scent. It inched closer to Lou’s hiding spot.

Lou whimpered and covered her mouth to hide her sounds, tears streaking down her cheeks. She sank closer to the ground, trying to stay hidden.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. It was so close, it had to have seen her.

She felt the ground tremble as it moved closer.

“I thought I was done for.” Lou murmured, “I really thought I was going to be monster chow…then—”

It snorted in confusion. It grumbled in annoyance and shot away from young Lou, then the thing stomped off.

“I’ll find that demigod.” It muttered, trees toppling as it moved upwards.

Lou let out a shuddering breath, she rose up slowly.

She looked at the fallen trees, they were giant footsteps embedded into the ground. Whatever that thing was, it was gone now. It had to be.

It looked like she didn’t wanna stick around, she turned the other way— and came face to face with the tip of a sword.

“Don’t move.” The person holding the sword ordered. Lou froze not knowing what else to do.

He towered over her. He looked built from arms and legs, but the rest of him was lean. A gold cover, like a bullet vest, was strapped onto his shoulders with shoulder plates; it covered his torso.

His hair was brunette, it reached his neck. He had green emerald eyes, cold and calculated. There were bags underneath them, sleep must’ve not been a thing for him. Last was the freckles scattered around his face—would have made him look cheerful: if his lips weren’t curled up in a sneer.

“You’ve got ten seconds to tell me who you are, before I slit your throat and leave you to bleed out on the ground.” He pointed the tip of the sword to her neck.

Taking that threat very much to the heart Lou threw her hands up in surrender, “My name is Lou Ellen black stone. I don’t want any trouble. I’m just trying to get away from the monsters.”

The boy studied her with precision and gritted teeth. “Where did you come from? Are you one of those scum from Camp half-blood?”

“I don’t know what that is.” Lou tried not to let her voice waver, kind of hard when there’s blade on her vocal cords. “I’ve been on my own for a while. I’ve been hiding and trying to stay alive. Honest. I don’t know where or what camp-half-blood is.”

He kept the sword at her neck for another moment. “You’re telling the truth.” He released her.

“No point in lying when you’re faced with certain death.” Lou said without thinking.

She expected the sword to slash across her neck, but the boy only balked out in amusement.

“Exactly. I don’t know why everyone lies to my face. No wonder they’re dead.” He grinned maniacally. “All and all it is for a good reason. This war will give us Half-Bloods what we deserve once and for all. I can just picture it; Alabaster C. Torrington, son of Hecate, greatest Greek warrior of the Titan army.”

“¡NO MAMES WEY!” Breisa gaped like a fish, “He’s a child of hecate?!”

Lou strained and the mist swirled into a blurred image of him, “Yes. Alabaster was. But he was also vengeful of the other gods. He respected and admired mom greatly. But he believed that we deserve more. To an extent he was right. Yet he chose all the wrong actions.”

Lou regained her concentration, the image cleared, and Alabaster turned towards Lou in the image.

Younger Lou looked intimidated.

“I have no use to kill you. You’re not the enemy…Clearly…” He stared her down before she could be offended, “Why did you come here?”

Lou shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, “It sounds kind of crazy.”

“Try me.” Alabaster challenged putting his sword in a holster that she hadn’t noticed before.

She hesitated at first, but carefully spoke, “I’ve been chased by all kinds of things since a year ago, I’ve seen things I’ve never noticed before. I don’t think I am normal. And for a while I’ve been having weird dreams of a ferret leading me somewhere. Somewhere safe, for the most part. I don’t know why but I think this is the place.”

His eyes lit up like he solved a puzzle piece.

“Mother, I sense your ambitions.” He spoke aloud to no one in particular.

Lou eyed him while taking some steps back, “Okay….I can’t tell who's crazier, you or me?”

Albester gave her a look and she shut up, “It will all make sense soon…I want to propose an offer to you.”

“Man I’m not doing whatever you’re thinking of.” She scrunched her face in disgust.

Alabaster blushed with humiliation and wore the same gross-out face, “I was not implying that.”

“You thought, you weirdo.” She scoffed.

He rolled his eyes, “I meant that I can offer you protection, knowledge, and unimaginable skill. Control over those skills as well.”

“There is a catch, right? There has to be a catch?” Lou deadpanned, pulling on the straps of her pack.

He hummed thoughtfully, “I wouldn’t exactly call it a catch…”

“If you’re saying it like that it makes it sound even more sketchy.” Lou attempted to sound confident but her voice wavered.

“How about I put it this way— Aren’t you tired of bad things happening to you? Or all the things you wish you knew about yourself were known? Maybe if the monsters stopped coming? Just to understand who you are?”

She froze, taking in his words.

“See my people, we’re trying to solve all those problems. We’re trying to fight those who put us here. Who left us in the dark with the unknown. The power that left us in the dust and to fend for ourselves. They could have stopped us from raising our voices. They have been fighting for us since then.”

Alabaster circled her, “We need more help though on our side. I believe that you can be of much help. If you take my offer that is.”

Lou didn’t seem so keen on the idea; she looked like she was having an internal battle with herself.

“Where else Can you go? Not a lot of places can make offers like this. Especially with what you are.” He inquired, “If you’re having so much trouble with this…then I might as well leave you to the monsters.”

He turned a heel and began walking away.

Not bluffing in any way.

He made it just a few feet when Lou called out “WAIT!”

Alabaster halted, waiting for a good reason.

Lou breathed in, “I…I accept your offer.”

Alabaster hummed pleased with her, and said “I have a lot to show you. First you have to meet our leader…let’s just say he’s an interesting guy.”

“You joined him?!” Breisa exclaimed, “How-Why?- What?”

Lou huffed, “It wasn’t one of my proudest moments, ok? I didn’t know there was another option. Alabaster drew me in and their leader manipulated me into the Titan army. They made me believe that I was fighting for myself and for what demigods wanted. When I was actually fighting for them.”

The blue mist whirled and melted into a new image:

Another tall guy, almost at college age, with a muscular build. He had short-cropped sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, a sharp nose, and a mischievous look etched into his face. He was pale with resemblance to a ghost. From the bottom of his eye was a white scar carved all the way down to his cheek.

“That’s Luke Castellan. The head of the Titan army.” Lou seemed to be shaking as she spoke, “After a quest had gone wrong, it led him to the darkness. He swore an oath and pledged his life to Kronos, ”

The mist swirled again and —a young, tan less pale, Luke stood by an apple tree. In his hands he held a golden apple, and swung his sword at something: A dragon jumped suddenly and clawed his face. Right where the scar on his pale counterpart was.

“He wanted revenge on Olympus and his father for the life they gave him. Under Kronos he found others that were like him. Most of them, unclaimed demigods.”

Luke stood above hundreds and hundreds of demigods, stone cold as they raised their swords to him.

“They had built up and continued to grow in power with Luke. When Alabaster found me and others, the puzzle was nearly done. They trained and trained us until we were to perfection.”

Lou stood in Greek armor, right in the center of Field.

All at once, different warriors jumped at her, circling around her with weapons.��

“Páli!” Someone called from the sidelines.

Her palms glowed and her eyes matched with red. Floating above them, she took them all down without a single graze.

“PALI!” Some yelled, “You must do it again. Your strategy needs to be perfect!”

Lou pant exhausted, but then regained herself and nodded to the person shouting. Then she took off running.

“Finally we planned our first attack. We took Camp-half-blood by surprise.”

A boulder shaped like a fist stood in the clearing of a forest. The same forest that nearly surrounded the camp.

There were kids in orange shirts in battle armor, they didn’t even have a second to position themselves—The ground exploded with monsters and demigods in opposing battle armor.

Swords clashed, monsters snarled, and the ground shook as the dead raised. War had begun

Lou fought and knocked down demigods in a row with her magic mist.

“We truly thought we were enemies. We were all two sides of the same coin.”

A demigod came at Lou, she blocked them with her sword and he landed on his butt. She raised her weapon ready to strike when the kid looked up in fear.

She stopped.

“At that moment I was thinking that this kid is like me. Scared. On defense. Willing to kill someone because they might kill them first.”

Lou gripped the hilt of her sword, tense and frozen in striking position. The kid didn’t seem to be hellbent on moving.

A shriek caught both of their attention–the ground exploded once more.

Snakes hissed and twisted above its head, its dark leathery wings stood out stretched. It had a scorpion tail that was oozing with venom. The upper part of it was a humanoid medusa fusion, and the bottom half was shaped like a centaur– except instead of a horse it was a dragon.

She cracked a whip and shrieked again, “Kill the demigods!”

From Lou’s point of view you could see two demigods, decked out in greek armor and weapons, charging towards she-beast; A girl with familiar blond hair and gray eyes, and a boy by her side with black hair and sea green eyes.

“Percy and Annabeth, they had no trouble diving into battle, sacrificing their lives for the camp. It hit to me… If we were fighting for our greater …Why were we forced to learn all the combat mentally? Why were we pushed to the breaking point? Why were we slaving away for them, bringing back new recruits and risking our lives?”

The mist formed from Lou progressively fighting till exhaustion. Getting pushed to her limits. Beaten and getting back up without any choice.

“After that battle, the war climbed to its peak. I felt conflicted. All these questions were constantly on my mind. But I didn’t have the courage to act on it. So I stayed quiet and did what I had to do. I also protected those who were like me, as much as I could anyway…All the way until the war ended.”

Breisa fidget nervously with a loose pant leg, “How did it end?…The war I mean…”

Lou sighed. “It ended with a lot of sacrifice. From both sides. Percy Jackson. He fought tooth and nail to protect this place. They all did. Chiron, Gover, Nico, Clarisse, Beckford, Silena, Rachel…It goes on. But Percy, Annabeth, and Ethan, they were the ones that ended it all.

The kid from before-black hair and sea green eyes, Percy…fighting Luke…his eyes glowed an unnatural gold and his skin was so thin and ghostly pale.

A shudder overcame Breisa at the sight of possessed Luke—something about someone taking over their entire being was disturbing…and familiar.

The scene changed to a teen with an eyepatch striking Kronos in the neck (who looked mildly betrayed). The blade shattered at the impact and pierced through his armor, the kid grabbed his side in pain.

“Ethan did not end up surviving that strike. The blade went through his stomach. With his last seconds of life his death wish was for all minor gods to be treated better.” Lou’s voice quivered with pain.

Then Annabeth distracted Kronos with what seemed to be defense sword fighting, tears flowing down her cheeks but her stormy death glare gave no sympathy towards him. She was shouting things to him, and his eyes flickered between gold and sky blue eyes.

“Luke managed to gain most of his consciousness…and he killed Kronos. Like Ethan, he pleaded for all the unclaimed to never go through what he did.” Lou said in a dead voice.

The mist of Luke faded into a giant building reaching to the sky, where a Greek palace stood.

“When Percy went to Olympus he demanded both Ethan’s and Luke’s terms. The gods agreed to their terms and swore an oath to respect them. And that’s the full story of how we, the unclaimed, got here.”

Lou’s eyes faded back to normal, the mist from her palms evaporated, and the images disappeared.

She slumped a bit and reached to rub her temples, “Ooh- I really gotta cut my stories short. That spell takes a lot out of me. Nothing a little healing tea can’t fix.”

Breisa seemed lost in her thoughts as she processed everything Lou told her.

“Stupid spell, taking more energy than it should.” Lou complained, her voice seemed distant.

After a minute of her sibling’s frustration grumbling, Breisa said, “Were you happy ?”

“...Was I happy?” She echoed, looking at Breisa confused.

“When you got here. After everything.”

“Truthfully, no. I hated this place at first. I even tried to run away a couple of times.”

“What made you change your mind?” Breisa’s curiosity was showing.

“Mom did.” She answered earnestly, “She said that this was our chance to be safe. That I was no longer a child of war, nor my siblings. For the time being. be prepared for the future. Our kin was coming, with power so chaotic. That person will have to face the greatest enemy. And they would need all the support and help from me and my siblings…I think she was talking about you.”

“So…even though you didn’t know me, you decided to throw yourself as the next Yoda, in another possible war against the enemy?” Breisa said slowly, trying to get clarity.

“Ok first of all when you put it like that it sounds ridiculous.” Lou puffed. “Second of all, When it comes to being a demigod, there is a lot of baggage. Dangerous supernatural baggage. Having to deal with that on your own, it’s a lot. I didn’t want another sibling to go through what I went through. What we all went through. No one deserves that.”

Breisa felt her heart pang, how could someone she barely knew give so much support and sisterly love to her. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve to be a demigod.

In fact, none of them deserve all the bad that happened to them.

“If mom knew about me,why wasn’t she there? Why didn’t she save you guys? If she’s this all powerful god, how come she's not helping ? Aren’t we her children?” She ranted to Lou, frustration evident in her voice.

“Gods could not tamper with our fate. The fates plan out our lives. And control over a god’s life. Our life must go according to what it is. Even if they know of our futures. It could lead to drastic consequences if we mess with fortunes. Or the gods sometimes just don’t care” Lou bitterly explained, “Trust me. I’ve had this argument.”

Briesa didn’t try to hide her disappointment, “So that’s it. I have to go through with this quest without anything. Probably die trying. And possibly end the world.”

“Not necessarily…” Lou murmured,”I showed you my past so you could understand the dangers. But through the dangers we pulled through. That’s why I want to break down the lines of the prophecy and look into your past.”

“I’m sorry, what now?” Breisa questioned, her head turned up right towards her sister.

“Daughter of twin torches sought to defend. Darkness, fraught in her pieces; Can she amend?’ ” Lou quoted, “Remember those lines?”

“Of course I remember! Scary world ending prophecy! Who could forget that?!” She snapped, “How is looking in my past going to help?!”

“I think you’re ‘pieces’ mean things that make up you. The little things that are you usually come from the past.” Lou explained, “We might find the answers for this quest there.”

Breisa gave her uneasy look.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Lou reassured, stressfully rubbing her temples, “There might be another way to find out about the quest…maybe? I might have time…”

Breisa could feel anxiety radiating off Lou, she was suppressing it.

‘There isn’t enough time for her to find something. Right now might be the only chance. She is trying to hide it.’

Breisa sighed, “I can do it. We can look into my past… But only what’s important.”

“Are you sure?” Lou questioned, very solemn. “We really don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

She breathed in and exhaled slowly, “I’m sure.”

“Ok.” Lou walked over to a shelf and grabbed a silver bowl resting on it, “You need to drink this if we're going to look into your past.” She handed it to Breisa

She cupped the bowl with her palms, “What is this?”

“It’s a drink that is supposed to help clear your mind and project your spell casting abilities.” Lou explained, “I made it out of my own herbs. To help show the vision.”

Breisa peaked at the bowl, it was filled a quarter way with mossy green liquid. “It smells like rainwater and earth.” She tipped it into her mouth, and drank it; quickly her face turned sour, she choked down the liquid.“Ugh! ¡Sabe como nopales!”

Lou grinned a little, “It’s not the best tasting thing in the world. It has more power for mind and body.”

“I won’t have to be tasting more of that right?” Breisa stuck out her tongue in disgust as she handed the bowl back.

“No. The hard part hasn’t started.” Lou informed, “This spell is not easy to cast. I need you to close your eyes and focus. And I need you to trust me.”

“Ok.” She closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind clear.

“Open your palms outwards. I want you to think of today. Everything that’s happened to you from morning to past few hours.”

Breisa thought of the morning waking up late and falling off the bed. Rushing to get ready and make it to the bus for the field trip. Not having time to properly brush her hand, getting laughed at and teased by the barbies. Weird dreams. Leo being a jack-ass. Seeing a goddess. Almost dying twice. Landing at camp half-blood. Using powers she didn’t know she had.

“Now I want you to imagine that everything you’re seeing is being pushed from your brain and attach it to the outside.”

Breisa felt her head ache, her palms began to grow warm, and her eyelids twitched.

“Now think about more things that have happened to you. Everytime you ever felt you’re emotions got the better of you. Something that made you really feel. But keep your control.”

She remembered meeting a boy with brunette curly hair during lunch, when no one else would sit next to her. He had dark eyes, pointed ears, toothy grin, and rich brown skin. He spoke English as he introduced himself, he understood that common courtesy. Spanish to be sure she understood. When she snapped at him, he got nervous and tried to make her laugh. It worked for a second, she found him somewhat entertaining. But he didn’t know when to stop. He had to keep the joke going.

She thought about being alone when Tía had dropped her off to the detention ward. When they had searched her and sent her on a prison bus to wilderness school. She only had her jacket backpack filled with the bare minimum, and thick leather strap of the necklace her father had given her.

Then her mind went to her dad. Her dad who always had the warmest smile, strong eyebrows, and crooked nose. Her dad would lift her up when she was down. Her dad who had always danced and sang to Juan Gabriel when he was cooking and cleaning. The same guy with dark lush wavy hair that had started developing gray strands. He had a scruffy beard that he kept in mildly good condition. He always wore a leather pendant with the lady— Guadalupe. He wore it because it reminded him of home.

Home was very important to him, and he taught her that.

But then he had to leave home.

It was Breisa's fault that he had to leave, if she just hadn’t lost control.

Breisa’s eyes snapped open, they glowed unnatural purple.

A scene played out in her mist:

Along a little street in front of a little Knick-knack shop sat dazed, bloody and bruised Breisa. Maybe about ten or twelve years old. (Memories could be fuzzy).

The shop behind her looked like it had been through an earthquake.

Windows were shattered, glass spread across the sidewalk. Over the entrance, the door was slanted off its hinges with claw marks carved into metal.

Inside there were shelves and shelves of wooden and glass objects that had been smashed to the tiles. Cracks spread along the walls and onto the floral tiles. Somewhere mixed with the destroyed objects was gold dust sprinkled everywhere.

Briesa was still lost in her own world.

She snapped out of her daze as dad came speeding down the road. The old pick up truck screeched to a stop.

“¡Mija!” He shouted as he ran up to her and bent down to hold her shoulders, “You’re hurt. Who did this to you? Are you ok?”

She stood silent as her eyes casted down to the floor. “...Dad, I lost control.”

“¿De qué estás hablando? Lost control?” He was confused. Realization occurred to him, “Oh no. Mija…it happened again. Was there anyone inside?”

“I don’t know.” She sniffled, “I tried to keep my cool. They wouldn’t stop. They kept making me mad. They said stuff like ‘Estas maldita! Un bruja! No wonder you don’t have a mom.’ I just couldn’t keep my control. Lo siento.”

He pulled her into a tight hug, “Ay dios. Mi vida I’m so sorry I wasn’t here. It’s not your fault. Les hubiera dado una paliza a esos niños.”

She half snorted and sobbed into his shoulder sleeve, “De verdad?”

“Sí. De verdad.” He smiled half-heartily and patted her back lightly, “We should get going. Who knows who could have seen you. Come on let’s—“

Somewhere nearby a siren wailed in the distance, blue and red lights flashed.

“Mierda.” Breisa’s dad cursed under his breath.

A cop car pulled in next to her dad, on the side it read City sheriff.

An older man— maybe a bit older than dad at the time—with an army buzz haircut stepped out of the car.

Automatically Breisa recognized him. Sheriff Wilson. He gave everyone on this block a hard time.

“Alessandro.” He called, pointing to the shop, “Mind explaining what the hell this is?”

“Breisa, Quédate aquí.” Her dad gave her shoulders a squeeze and went over without his hands above his head.

She watched as they conversed, both getting equally frustrated with one another. She tried to listen to a few words all she could catch was “You people…Justice…served…my only hija…punishment…at least …someone…look after her.” Finally after a few minutes, her dad came back looking relief but defeated.

“Dad? What’s going on?” She asked worriedly.

“Sheriff Wilson…he came to see what caused the damage. Alguien al otro lado…erm…called when the shop came down. I’m guessing someone different, since someone else saw you and called me.” He sighed heavily, “He came with the attention of arresting someone.”

Breisa paled and chewed her lip nervously.

“But I came with a compromise. Mejor para ti.” He attempted to calm her down as he sat next to her, “We just have to call Tía Celica and wait for her to get here, M’kay?”

Breisa felt her eyes burn as she tried to keep her tears at bay. The scene began to change.

An old car parked on the side of Breisa’s dad’s car and sheriff's car. It looked like a (convertible Breisa wasn’t too familiar with cars), and it was dark blue. A Woman with dark hair tied into a sloppy bun stepped out. She had the same strong brow and crooked nose as her dad. She wore simple jeans and a sweater.

“Mateo!” She called out to him, “I got your call. I came as soon as I could.”

“Celia, thank god you’re here” Dad sighed exasperated.

“¿Cuánto tiempo tienes? ¿Tienes todo en orden?” She sounded serious.

“Tengo uno o dos días para poner mis documentos oficiales en orden.” He explained, “I can figure all that stuff out. Pero lo que de verdad me preocupa, es mi hija.”

They both turned to Breisa on the curb, her hands ringed together anxiously. She was trying to listen to the conversation.

“Mateo. ¿Qué más puedes hacer?” Tía Celia put a hand on his shoulder and lead them out of earshot. “Esto es lo mejor para ella.”

“Tiene razón.” He sighed, “Let me just say goodbye.”

He walked over and sat down next to Breisa.

“What’s going on dad?” She asked, “I heard you and Tìa talking.”

“Were you able to make out what we said?”

She shook her head.

“You need to get better at your Spanish then.” He chuckled softly trying to break the tension. She didn’t even quirk a smile. “But uhm…I am gonna be away for a while. I want you to stay with your Tìa…she’ll take care of you while I am gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean?” Breisa’s eyes frantically look between her dad and Tía near the convertible.

“It’s part of the compromise I made with the sheriff.” He stared down the cop car, “Instead of him charging and arresting you. He’s gonna take me.”

“No!” She cried, “I don’t want that! He can’t do that! I’m the one who did th—”

“Mija, por favor!” He shushed her, keeping an eye on the sheriff, “This isn’t something I want to argue with you about. This is for your safety. They can’t know what happened. Keeping your emotions under control—it’s very hard. But the minute you lose control. It’s over. I'd rather let them take me than to take you.”

She sniffed trying to keep herself from bawling uncontrollably.

“There’s something I want you to have.” He pulled something from the pocket of his jacket, “I wanted to give this to you for your birthday, sooner than expected…But it’s so you have something to think of home.”

He outstretched his palm to her. Inside it was a chunky leather necklace strap, it was connected to a silver centerpiece. Engraved in the bail, that held the centerpiece, were the letters B.P.A. -Breisa’s initials.

“It’s missing the middle because your mother… she had her own gift to give you.” Her dad seemed wistful. Whenever he talked about mom (which oftentimes) he’d get all heartfelt and nostalgic. “She’d believed at a certain point in your life, this necklace would help you.

‘It would come together for her.’ She’d say. I didn’t have a clue what she meant. But I have a feeling right now is a better time than ever. ”

Breisa stared at his outstretched hand, “Dad…I don’t deserve this. I shouldn’t have this.”

He put his hands on her shoulders. “Mi vida, you deserve everything the world and what I have to offer. Don’t ever think you deserve any less. Eres valiente, inteligente, y hermosa. Te quiero mucho, mija…don’t ever forget that, ok?”

“Ok.” She said, as the tears flowed down her cheeks and she grasped the necklace from him.

The mist swirled and made Breisa’s vision fade away. She couldn’t stop herself from crying. Even when Lou jumped up and hugged her.

Later she had calmed down. Still Lou was apologizing profoundly. “I’m sorry. That was too much. I shouldn’t have pushed you to have a vision. Especially one like that.”

“It’s ok.” Breisa reassured, although more for Lou than herself. “We found what we needed. Or at least something that could help me on this quest.”

She held up the necklace from the vision with the same chunky leather strap and silver bail with her initials. And in the centerpiece, instead of it being empty, it held a piece of stone with a weird inscription carved into it.

“We could figure it out in the morning.” Lou promised as she placed her book and bowl back, “You should head to bed.”

“Yeah, I will.” Breisa walked out from Lou’s room, “Night Lou.”

“Night.” She called back.

As Breisa wandered down the hallway, she glanced at the necklace continuously.

Somehow she could feel small energy, almost like her magic, emitting from the necklace.

Translations

NO MAMES WEY - No fucking way

Sabe como nopales - tastes like catus

Mija- darling (Platonic term of indearment)

¿De qué estás hablando? - What are you talking about?

Bruja- witch

Lo siento- I'm sorry

Ay dios - Oh my god

Mi vida- My life

Les hubiera dado una paliza a esos niños - I would have beaten those kids up

De verdad?- Really

Mérida- shit

Quédate aquí- stay here

Mejor para ti- better for you

Cuánto tiempo tienes? - How much time do you have

¿Tienes todo en orden? - do you have everything in order

Tengo uno o dos días para poner mis documentos oficiales en orden - I have a day or two to get everything in order

Pero lo que realmente me preocupa a mi hija - But what really worries me is my daughter

¿Qué más puedes hacer? - what else could you do?

Esto es lo mejor para ella- This is better for her

Tiene razón - you're right

Eres valiente, inteligente, y hermosa - you're brave, smart, and beautiful

Te quiero mucho, mija - I love you so much, dear

(A/N: Merry Late Christmas 🎄 and Happy New year 🎊 y’all ! Sorry this took so long to update, writers block hit me like a truck. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I worked really hard to come up with a backstory for breisa and explore more of Lou’s character. I plan to update again in a week or two, still trying to figure out a schedule that works for me - socially awkward nerd :)

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