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written-in-flowers · 3 months ago

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Her Guardian: Demon!Mingi x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Demon!Mingi x Fem!Reader | side pairing(s): mingi x yunho, mingi x OFC, fem!reader x demonline.

Genre: Smut, angst

Word count: 9k

Summary: Mingi accompanies you to visit Eden, a place that's far too bright and where people are more likely to arrest him than smile at him. Well, except for one, maybe.

Tags: poly relationship, demons, threesome (m/f/f), vaginal fingering, oral sex, thigh fucking, food sex (mostly licking stuff off each other), angels and demons, incest, bisexual!reader, outdoor sex, public sex, chasing through garden, facials, multiple rounds, multiple positions,

Previously on Pretty Lady

Pretty Lady Masterlist

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He didn't particularly like Eden. It was too bright, too much pollen clung to the air, and he hated the stares the guards gave him. Mingi did nothing to garner such distrust, except be a man in a women's sanctuary. The ones he knew from the inner city treated him well enough, but those born and raised in Eden scowled at the sight of him. He almost found it comical how their pleasant smiles towards you instantly dropped into dislike at him. Yet, Mingi went wherever you went, so when you said you’d be visiting Eden again, he followed.

Walking through the main hall of Lilith’s floral castle, he saw guards and ladies eyeing him once again. He hated all the attention. As someone who preferred sticking to the shadows, it wasn’t easy having people be aware of him. Eden’s sunlit corridors, open-air courtyards and gardens made disappearing from view difficult. The hedges and bushes might be good hiding spots if the people around him couldn’t talk to plants. Still, Mingi kept his position behind you at all times. He didn’t care if your safety is assured with the palace guards and your own abilities. The masters made him your bodyguard, and he’d carry out his duty.

Mingi followed you out into the citrus groves, where fruits of all kinds grew ripe and fresh from the trees above. He watched you reach up for a peach, and turn to him.

“Hungry?” you asked.

“Always.”

You tossed it to him, then picked one for yourself. “You know you didn’t have to come along,” you told him for the millionth time since you began visiting. “I’m totally fine here.”

“Eden isn’t completely impenetrable, Mistress,” he said, his teeth breaking the peach’s fuzzy skin. The sweet fruit burst in his mouth, and nearly dropped from the sides of his mouth. Eden’s resources tasted far better than anything Prince Beezlebub could grow. He took another bite before saying, “My job is to watch over you and keep you safe. That��s what I intend to do.”

“I can take care of myself, Mingi.”

“You see, it’s funny when people say that,” Mingi said, amused by your confidence. “Everybody thinks they can fight until they actually are forced into a fight. It’s not as easy as it seems.”

“I’ve been training.”

“So have I, and when I got into my first real fight, I hesitated and nearly lost my eye.”

You turned around to him again, mouth full of peach as you said, “What?!”

“Yeah,” he nodded, laughing at your reaction. He came up closer, biting into his peach, as he said, “I was in the middle of my first assignment for my order. The assignment was a typical reconnaissance and report back type of mission. Not that they doubted my skills; I’d passed my trials with perfect marks, but everyone starts off like that. Anyway, I was standing in the office of some high level crime lord with political connections when one of his men walked in by chance. In all my daydreams, I always sprung into action. You know, throwing a knife or withdrawing my blade or just throwing a punch. But, when I saw this guy-almost seven feet tall and built like a vending machine-standing in the doorway with the meanest look in his eyes, I panicked. In a fight like that, every second counts. The few seconds I hesitated cost me a good amount of time. The guy and I eventually got into it, and it’s like my mind blanked. All of a sudden, I’m fighting for my life.”

“When did the eye thing happen?”

“The guy had a knife and sliced upwards to my eye. I got my blade in his throat, and managed to escape, but I was half blind for months,” he said. He looked over at you, both of you eating your peaches, “It’s why I stick so close, Mistress, even when you think I’m not. Sure, your powers have grown and you are mastering them well, but what if someone breaks into your bedroom late at night? What if you’re in the street and someone tries attacking you? It’s easy to prepare for a fight that you know is coming; it’s not like that when it’s sprung on you.”

“Is that why you’re so tense all the time?”

“Huh? I’m not tense.”

“You so are,” you giggled. “Even right now. You’re in the most beautiful place in Hell, and you’re constantly swiveling your head around like something will pop out at you.” You touched his hand, and his heart fluttered. “Relax. Nobody is going to hurt me here.”

“You don’t know that.”

Laughter came down to you from up ahead. As always, Princess Lilith entertained her daughters and friends in the sweet-smelling citrus grove. Ladies of Eden resembled women from the paintings in the Black Keep, elegant in the gossamer gowns with flowers in their hair. You fit in with them with your own thin, long dress patterned with small hydrangeas. The same flower grew directly from your head and weaved around your head like a circlet. The Princess grinned brightly when she spotted you coming through the archway. Mingi stayed in the faint shadows, not wanting to be seen by Lilith or any of her daughters.

“YN,” she beamed, standing and walking around to embrace you, “My sweet freesia. How are you?”

“I’m better now that I’m here,” you replied with a grin, hugging her tightly. “Where’s Mama?”

“In her garden,” she said, pulling away and fixing one of the hydrangeas. “Your flower growth is really coming along well. I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, Grandma,” you smiled.

Lilith insisted you eat with her and the family. Mingi saw you glowing with happiness. It was the same back in the Black Keep, when you’re surrounded by your household or your plants. He sensed that-like him-happiness did not come easily to you. Your first days in the keep showed him that much. Even if you claimed to like your new life and the fine luxuries that came with it, he saw the sadness in your eyes. He’d watch you contemplate from the shadows, your loneliness and solitude became more obvious once he saw you by yourself. You might have had Jongho and Yeosang at the time, but they’d been handlers, not companions. The Masters in those days only acknowledged you for sex or a bit of conversation. You rarely left the keep, and stayed in the rooms designed for your use. There’d been so many places in the keep you never knew about because you’d been kept on a strict schedule.

Being amongst people who smiled at you, who welcomed and hugged you, lifted you from that sadness.

“What are you doing here?”

He’d recognize the contemptuous tone of Artemis anywhere. Mingi turned his head around to see her standing nearby. Her dress hung around her knees, and she wore the arm guard and bow and arrow of an archer. The cascades of dark curls she typically decorated with daisies were tied back in a long plait, and her face was clean of the flowers she painted on. Even if she stared at him with distaste, Mingi knew about her curiosity of men like her cousins. While she held firmly to her family’s beliefs about them, he remembered their meeting during your first trip. It started with innocent talk over bows and arrows, but soon her lips were pressed to his own.

He shuddered thinking of her cumming on his hand and mouth.

“My Mistress wanted to see her family,” he said. “As her bodyguard, I go wherever she goes.”

“YN doesn’t need you here. She has the guards. She has me,” Artemis said firmly. “She doesn’t need a silly man-thing taking care of her.”

“It is my job,” he replied, preferring not to explain how sex and gender mean nothing in a fight. “If I stayed hanging around the keep and something happened to her, I’d be in for a whipping. I don’t know about you, but I personally prefer my whippings to be recreational rather than a punishment.”

“Ugh, so obscene,” she sucked her teeth. “You know the rules. Men go to the Men’s Quarters and wait there.”

“I’m not sitting in an empty room while my Mistress is walking about unprotected.”

“It is the law.”

“And since when do I care about the law?”

“I will have you arrested.”

“Go ahead.”

Yet, she stayed silent. Her eyes, round and hazel green, glanced at the group of women and then back at him. Whether she admitted it or not, Artemis knew break-ins are possible if the villain is determined enough. “Keep your distance,” she warned.

“Trust me, I plan to.”

She walked by him into the garden. Mingi watched her beam brightly at you, hugging and kissing your cheeks before sitting down. Seeing the quaint family having afternoon tea, he thought about his own. Children of Satan aren’t known for having soft hearts or showing tenderness to anyone. They are born from fire and brimstone. They are the embodiment of strength and might. Mingi’s mother might have shown bits of sympathy and affection for her sons, but she was by no means maternal. Jiyoo expected her two sons to be fierce shadow warriors; she trained them to be excellent assassins for The Crown and The Shadow Order. A formidable soldier in her own right, she claimed she’d purposefully spent both pregnancies in the dark, performing fertility rituals every night, to ensure her sons came out as shadows. Mingi became the assassin that she’d hoped for. Minjun, however, became something else.

An angel.

While his mother had no idea what happened to make Minjun, her youngest, turn from his people, Mingi knew. Leaning against the arch, he thought about that night. The two of them were given an assassination assignment: a Son of God. Neither of them knew much about the Son beforehand. They only knew where he lived, and that his existence was a threat to their people. Mingi gulped recalling their trip through the bayous of Louisiana, where they’d been told the Son’s family lived. Underneath the cover of darkness, wearing their black hoods and bandanas, they came upon the small shack by the river. Through a window, they saw a man with curly black hair and beard sitting beside a woman on a bed. Mingi thought he must be The Son, surely. But, sons didn’t kiss their mothers on the lips. They did not look down on her as if she were his entire world.

They also did not coddle the child in her arms.

‘He’s only a baby. What kind of threat could he be to Lucifer?’ Minjun had asked under a whisper.

Despite being a demon, the slaughter of innocent children is indefensible.

‘Brother, we cannot…Surely, we must be in the wrong place. That is a baby.’

‘A baby who could ruin us all.’

‘He is a child, Mingi. Perhaps if he were a grown man who could defend himself, but not this. This is wrong.’

‘We have to do this, Minjun. Muster up your courage and put your feelings aside-’

‘-Put my feelings aside? Do you not hear yourself? That is an infant, a newborn.’

‘Yes, an infant that will grow to one day destroy everything our King has worked for. If he dies for their sins, Minjun…If he follows his predecessor’s purpose, we might not-’

‘-He is only one man. He is only one baby. Mingi-’

‘-They will kill us both if we do not do this. They will kill Mother if we do not do this-’

‘-That is a child, Brother. A child. An innocent babe who just came from his mother’s womb. You cannot honestly be at peace with this.’

‘I am not, but we have a mission to complete.’

Mingi gulped recalling his vile words. Thinking back to that moment, hidden in the sand dunes with his brother, he could not stand himself. He liked assuring himself he wouldn’t have taken pleasure in the new Christ’s death, but that he did it for his mother. Lucifer often punished the families of those who displeased or disobeyed him. Mingi did not want to see his mother frozen in a block of ice for eternity. Minjun, on the other hand, always saw reason and sense. He refused to carry out his duty. Mingi only did not because three magi appeared and ruined their chance. He still saw Lucifer’s rageful eyes when Mingi quietly recounted his story. He told it all truthfully, except for one particular part.

Minjun, out of remorse and pity, stepped out from the bushes and approached the young family. The magi, who’d come bearing gifts for the new Messiah, moved to shield the mother and child. Mingi heard their warnings, and that an angel would appear to kill him if he made another step closer. Minjun, rather than withdraw his blades, knelt down in front of Mary Anne and her son, Jessup. He explained who and what he was. He told her that the murder of a child is a vile request, and that he could no longer abide by his masters’ beliefs and orders. Mingi recalled the hot tears that blurred his vision. He’d covered his mouth to suppress his sobs as he watched his brother swear his service to the Son of God and his mother. In a flash, Mingi lost his best friend and brother. An angel did appear, St. Michael, who no doubt heard about the demon’s presence, came to Jessup’s rescue.

It had been Mary Anne’s soft-spoken voice, begging Michael to sheath his steel, that kept Minjun’s head on his shoulders. With a bit of convincing, Michael placed his hand on Minjun’s head and bathed him in the bright holy light of God. From what he heard, Minjun no longer went by his demon name. He’d adopted the name Samuel, and served in Paradise. Jiyoo never spoke his name again, too hurt by his betrayal. Lucifer had Mingi whipped and imprisoned for his failure.

‘I never knew the Sons of Satan to be so weak.’

For years, Mingi wasted away in a frozen dungeon cell. He spent most days wishing he could see Minjun again; maybe if he’d talked to him, he could’ve convinced him to stay. He knew that would never be possible. If the two ever met, it’d likely be in a fight or on a battlefield. By the time they released him, Mingi saw Minjun’s departure akin to his death. Minjun died in the swamps of Louisiana. He’d never see or touch him ever again.

Mingi pondered more on it until he noticed someone watching him. Artemis. Clearly unexpected to be caught, the young sorceress jolted slightly and then whipped her head back to the table. How could she still be suspicious of him? He isn’t anywhere near the women. He had no intention of being near any of them today except you. Her distrust of him began irritating him before he noticed her shy glances back over at him. He saw a pink tinge cover the tops of her cheeks, and the tips of her ears.

‘Mingi, don’t stop. Don’t stop doing that with your tongue.’

The image of Artemis in his arms, the top of her dress untied to reveal her soft breasts and her legs parts on his lap, came back to him. She’d looked beautiful in the dim corner of the archery range that night. He’d held her against him, teasing her breasts while fingering her steadily, as she came over and over. Her fresh juices had leaked from her entrance to her ass by the time he put his tongue on her. He’d overstimulated her until she cried. She’d been teary eyed and pleading for more when he finally shoved his cock inside her. Was she thinking of that now? He certainly was. Mingi kept his eyes on her, undressing every layer with his eyes and seeing her nude in his mind’s eye. He kept picturing her sex inches from his face, turning slightly red the longer he kept her waiting, and he gulped back saliva in his mouth. When he added you, aroused and naked, into the mix, Mingi thought he might combust right there.

Tea finally ended with you and your cousins scampering off from the table. When you met up with him again, you started for your own garden patch.

“I want to see how the lime tree is doing,” you told him on the dirt garden path. “I promised Cook fresh limes for dinner. They should be good by now; they’ve had time to grow.”

“He’ll be pleased for sure,” Mingi said. “He likes working with fresh ingredients. He’s lucky to have a mistress that can grow stuff for him.”

“He really is.”

Walking through the garden, you both ended up in a square space cut off by tall hedges. Mingi took in the scale of your work as you started examining a tree in the corner. You’d started growing berries after you tasted Cook’s supreme mixed-berry pie and tarts. He saw the various berry bushes you had along the walls, right next to a patch of tomatoes and carrots and peppers beside lettuce. You told him that certain fruits and vegetables can be planted and benefit from one another. Mingi knew absolutely nothing about gardening, so he took your word for it. As he sneaked a strawberry, he thought of Minjun again. He heard rumors about the abundance of food that spanned across the edges of Paradise. Minjun-or “Samuel”-likely ate from them regularly. He pictured his brother biting into a fresh strawberry, a close-mouthed laugh coming through at a joke he’d told. You’d never find anything beautiful on the banks of the River of Wrath. He and his brother ventured into the city or snuck onto Beezelbub’s territory to have them.

Mingi ate the strawberry with a dry mouth. Minjun died years ago. He’d come to terms with that in his prison cell underneath the ninth circle. The quick-witted, clever, mischievous boy he’d known went where Mingi could not go.

“Gosh, these are gorgeous,” you smiled, placing limes in a basket. “They’re going to be great on the tacos.” You looked over to notice him brooding by the strawberries. “Hey…”

He jerked when your arms slid around him from the side. Mingi put his arm over your shoulders, embracing the sweet scent reaching his nose. Minjun would’ve fallen in love with you, for sure. You plucked a strawberry of your own, biting into the tip softly.

“What’s up?” you asked, “You’re quieter than usual.”

“Nothing. I’m fine, Mistress.”

“Is it about Artemis?”

“Huh?”

“Artemis,” you said. “Is there something going between you guys?”

“In a way.”

“In what way?”

“In a ‘she-hates-men-but-lets-me-fuck-her-like-crazy’ kind of way.”

“Ah, so enemies with benefits, huh?” you guessed with a soft laugh. “I knew something was up there. You stared way too closely at her tits for there not to be.”

His cheeks tinged pink and he finished his strawberry. “It kind of happened out of nowhere. We’d been talking about her new bow when she kissed me.”

“Hold on, she kissed you? Artemis kissed you first?”

“She said she’d kissed guys before, and she didn’t see what was so great about it,” he began. “I told her she must’ve not had a good partner if she didn’t like it. She thought perhaps she hadn’t done it right if it sucked so bad. Then, well, I said if she didn’t mind, she could practice with me.”

“How did she take that?”

“Not well at first. She told me sex didn’t mean much to her, and that she didn’t want to throw herself at someone. I said it didn’t have to mean anything. I’ve always thought she was beautiful, and she’s strong and smart. If she’d been a demon instead of an Eden Lady, I would’ve mated with her at first sight.”

“Did she believe you?”

“Maybe? She didn’t say anything. She leaned in and kissed me instead.”

“How cute,” you grinned. “You must’ve shown her a good time if she kept looking back at you during tea time.”

“I guess.”

You stood between him and the bushes, hands on his shoulders. “Did you like it?”

“Of course I did,” he said. “I had sex with a Lady of Eden. Do you know how rare that is? I never expected her to really believe me, or kiss me first. Artemis has always said she dislikes men; she likely still does even if she had sex with me. I didn’t know she liked men that way, either. I’ve only ever seen her with women.”

“When did you see her with a woman?”

“A long time ago. My brother and I went to this brothel on the edge of town, and she happened to be there with some of the Princess’s guards. They all had women in their laps, and I saw her kissing and fondling one of them,” he shrugged.

“Wait, ‘brother’? You have a brother?”

“He died,” Mingi said, “During an assignment a long, long time ago.”

“How’d he die?”

Mingi realized he had no answer. Nobody asked how Minjun died because they all knew he’d gone over. It was a secret he couldn’t keep. For a moment, he considered lying to you. He thought of saying his brother died heroically fighting for his people or during an assignment for his superiors. Mingi brushed a strand of hair from your face, seeing the sincerity there. Not many people showed him care the way you did. While he enjoyed having sex with you, something else blossomed between the both of you. He kept his distance because you truly love his masters, as they did truly love you. Yet, holding you here in his arms in this gorgeous place, he could not see himself lying to you. Your understanding nature stood out in the hellish society. He knew if he told you the truth, you wouldn’t hate him.

“He didn’t really die in the usual sense,” he said. “My brother and I were sent on a special assignment by The King, and when it was time to carry it out, we hesitated.”

“Why?”

“Because we found out our target wasn’t a full grown man or woman. It was…” his throat dried up, and shame came over him again. “It was a baby.”

“A baby?” you gasped. “Why would Lucifer want to kill a baby? I thought he didn’t do things like that.”

“He normally doesn’t,” he said, “But this baby was special. He told us if it lived past infancy, it’d go on to destroy everything he’d been working hard to build. The sinful empire he planned on creating using the corrupted souls on Earth would be gone; he’d have to start all over.”

“Who, um, was this baby? Just curious.”

“It’s not who you think it is.”

“So, no Jesus Christ?”

“No. God’s second son, Jessup, who was supposed to be Heaven’s second coming,” he explained. “He was meant to muster up God’s Army to fight Lucifer when he came to Earth. We were supposed to kill him to stop that from happening before it even began. When that didn’t happen, Lucifer corrupted and possessed people to bring Jessup down.” Mingi couldn’t help pitying the young man, “History remembers Jessup as a runaway slave, not as their savior.”

“He was a savior to some of those people, I’m sure.”

“But not the kind he was meant to be.”

“Wow…That’s insane…Lucifer wanted you to kill him, and you didn’t do it.”

“No. My brother saw that it was a baby, and said Lucifer was wrong for asking this of us. Instead of coming home with me, my brother went out to meet the infant. He told the mother everything, and said that he wanted to serve her son. When an angel came out, he purified my brother’s demon blood and made him an angel. I haven’t seen him since then.”

“So, in your mind, he might as well be dead.”

“Yeah,” he moved away from you to the blueberries. He touched one in between his fingers, deciding it was too ripe to be eaten.

“What happened when you came back?” you asked.

“Lucifer wasn’t very happy about my failure,” he said. “He said demons with soft hearts could not serve in his army. He had me whipped for disobeying his orders, then threw me in prison.”

“That explains the scars on your back.” You then shrugged when he turned to you, “I’ve seen them once or twice.”

“I don’t exactly put them on display all the time.”

“How long were you there?”

“About ten years,” he shrugged, “Give or take.”

“What was it like?”

“Tortuous,” he answered. “It’s the worst place in Hell, and that’s saying something. If you aren’t freezing from the icy walls and floors, you’re lying awake at night while you listen to the other inmates screaming. I want to say it’s like other prisons in the world where there’s gang violence and you have to watch your back, but not here.”

“How come?”

“Because they isolate us,” he said, “Which in my opinion is worse. We weren’t allowed to talk to anyone and yard time isn’t a thing here. You are stuck in a room with your own thoughts. When someone does happen to come around, they don’t speak. You start spiraling. You start hallucinating. I’ve heard of people who’d been there longer walking in circles, muttering and mumbling to themselves.” Mingi shuddered at the thought of those days. “Then, you get out and you forget how to talk to people. Your throat is hoarse. Speaking makes your jaw hurt since it's been shut so long. Some of us stop speaking all together because we’re so used to being silent.”

“I guess that makes it easier for you to blend into the dark, huh?”

He saw your attempt at humor, and at least pretended to laugh. “I guess so.”

“Does Seonghwa know about it?”

“It’s why he hired me,” he nodded. “He knew who I was when I came to him looking for a job. I was homeless after I left prison. Not many people want to hire a guy that was called a traitor by the king, but Master Seonghwa wasn’t like that. He said he found my reluctance to kill a child admirable.”

“I think any normal person would,” you said.

“I told him I only hesitated because my brother did,” he cut you off. “Lucifer never punishes just the person who pissed him off. He punishes their entire family. My mother was put on the whipping post before me; Lucifer wanted me to watch what happens when I disobey my king. He made me look on as they whipped the skin off her back.” Echoes of her screams reached him and he crushed a blackberry between his teeth to distract himself. “He might have killed me if my grandfather had not spoken up.”

“Satan?”

“He said killing a demon of my skills would be a waste,” he said. “He convinced Lucifer to throw me in prison to teach me a lesson instead. How rotting away in an ice box is better than death is beyond me.”

“My mom once said there are fates worse than death.”

“There are.”

Your hands slid around him from behind, fingers playing with the clasps of his coat. “And now you’re here,” you said, “In the sun.”

“And it’s terrible.”

You giggled, “You can always take the coat off.” A shiver went up to his neck when you whispered, “You can take all of it off and get into a bathing pool with me. It is a bit hotter than usual.”

“Tempting, Mistress,” he admitted, “But not at the moment.”

“Okay,” you replied, and he knew you’d pouted for a second before pulling away. “What was your brother like?”

The last time he’d spoken of Minjun at this length was after a drunken night with Yunho. The pair of them split several bottles of wine between them. It led to flushed cheeks, wandering hands and sloppy kisses. Mingi, as he spoke, smelled the phantom scent of Yunho in the air. They’d done it multiple times before turning into puddles of jelly on Yunho’s bed. There, they’d laid out their hearts to one another. He told Yunho everything and anything he wanted to know. He’d normally been so guarded in those days; showing signs of weakness scared him. Yet, in the afterglow of blissful sex, his heart broke open. While you worked on your garden, it broke open to you. He shared tidbits about his little brother, who loved reading as much as fighting; he told you about the time they both dared each other to jump off a tall cathedral into a large heap of hay below. He told you of their childhood along the banks of the Wrathful River, the River of Wrath in Satan’s territory. You found all of it fascinating. You wanted to know more about your new home, and the different places. He knew you’d see them one day, and in a much nicer perspective than some.

As the sun began setting, the two of you made your way to the rose garden where other ladies sat enjoying the darkening skies and growing stars. He remained in the shadows as always, watching you closely and keeping a look out in the surrounding area. Talking about Minjun lifted weight from his shoulders. Breathing out his name and recounting tales of his brother brought back that fondness he once had. Mingi hoped, for a moment, wherever he was, his brother was happy.

“You’re still here.”

Artemis came up beside him as she entered the garden. She’d changed out of her usual training tunic into the long gowns of Eden. He noticed she’d grown daisies into her hair, letting them sprout like a halo around her head. In the dim sunlight, she looked heavenly.

“Yes,” he answered curtly.

“I hope you kept your hands to yourself in my grandmother’s garden.”

“I only indulge if my mistress wishes me to,” said Mingi.

“Don’t act as if you wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“How could I not?” he laughed softly. “If you tasted a bit of her, you’d enjoy it too.” He then smirked, “Or perhaps you say that because you wish it was you I was indulging?”

“As if,” she scoffed, though he saw through her lie. “Just keep to yourself, Mingi.”

“I will if you do, my lady.”

Mingi smiled to himself as she walked away. He knew she thought about their time together as much as he did. He watched her come to your side, kissing your cheek and smiling brightly. A range of dirty images rushed through his head seeing you two next to each other. He couldn’t recall the last time he had two partners; he didn’t count Octavius since he’s a plant. Having both of you in his bed, fully naked and horny beyond belief, had him shifting slightly to one side. Minjun would’ve teased him for his weakness, but Mingi didn’t care. You weakened him. He spent so many nights listening to his masters take you that it’s all he thinks about in quiet moments. After hearing Artemis’s low, erotic moans, she’d snuck her way into his fantasies with you.

He loved and hated it.

As the women began eating snacks and sweets left out, Artemis turned in his direction. Naturally, his eyes landed on her chest. He’d do anything to see and grab them again. She told him that’d be their first and only time. Mingi hoped that had been all talk. When she did not cover herself or turn away, he kept staring. He bit his inner cheek when he caught a glimpse of her nipple hardening in the cool breeze. He’d love to put his mouth on it. His desires burned hotter when he realized you’d been watching him watching Artemis. You smirked knowingly, putting a puff pastry to your lips. His jaw dropped when you bit into it, licking the thick white cream that had come through the sides. The last time he fucked you, he’d finished in your mouth. The pool of white cum had stood out in your mouth and throat. You’d spat some out to let it drip down your chin and the sides of your lips, then went back to sucking him off. He’d been so drunk off your toxins that he thought of nothing else but giving you more to swallow.

She turned away from him, yet you kept watching him. Memories of that night came back to him just as easily. It had been after a party at a new friend's house. You came back giggling and swaying to the music in your head. He couldn't let you walk up stairs on your own with unsteady heels, so he guided you back to your room. Mingi admitted he'd drunk a bit more than he should have; his body had felt warm and hazy. Even in the daze of alcohol, the two of you gravitate towards one another. He vaguely recalled stripping you down with fumbling fingers, while you slovenly kissed down his neck. Mingi took a deep breath thinking about your mouth wrapped around his cock, eyes focused up at him as you continuously pushed him to your throat. He'd gone harder than he intended, but you assured him you loved every second of it. He considered taking you to the gardens to ram you again, then he remembered where he was.

Your teasing grin did not simmer the fire burning in him. He expected you to stand and leave the gazebo, but instead you whispered to one of the Imp servants and saw the girl nodded excitedly. Whatever made the little Imp skip and giggle away could not be good. You turned and said something to Artemis once the servant left. Mingi wasn’t sure what you said, but Artemis glanced over at him and then back to you. Were Minjun alive, he’d insist they follow the both of you. Not out of concern or duty, but with hopes of walking upon a filthy sight. The Minjun he knew loved women. He loved visiting the brothels and taverns after missions or days in the training yard. He’d spend all his coin on the ladies he pulled into his laps. Mingi knew he’d envy him for getting to work for you. But, as much as Mingi would love to, he did have a job to do.

You and Artemis excused yourselves from the group and left out of another archway. Mingi knew a trap when he saw one. If he followed you, he’d be pulled into whatever erotic plan you’d invented for him. He knew he could not let you get away, since he is meant to watch you, and you knew that. Shaking off the tightness building in his stomach, Mingi walked along the hedges to where you and Artemis had disappeared through. Nobody noticed him as he moved quietly through the pathways. He tried picking up your scent, but couldn’t catch it amongst the other flowers. Another reason to dislike Eden. He peeked inside each garden enclosure or sitting area he passed with hopes of finding you. Break ins in Eden became more frequent these days, according to some, and with nighttime approaching, he needed to be more cautious. Demons of lust or simply drunkards looking to score have been caught climbing the walls of Eden’s garden and accosting ladies. They never get far since the ladies protect themselves and their guards are fierce, but it happens. Mingi might like the idea of you and a naked Artemis, but not so much of a man putting a knife to your throat to assault you.

“He did?”

He heard your voice come from one of the bathing pools. His entire body flushed in heat, and his armor suddenly felt suffocating.

“He did,” Artemis confirmed your question.

“I thought you hated men though.”

“I don’t hate them. I just don’t trust them. They all lie and cheat. They steal and kill.”

“Women can do that too.”

“Not at the rate men do.”

Her beliefs did not surprise him. Mingi would have told you that Ladies of Eden learn about the atrocities of men and the patriarchy at their mothers’ breasts. It is only recently that some are open to having men in their lives or beds.

“Did you at least like it?” he heard you leading her on, a smile on your face.

“I did, very much,” she admitted, sounding shy. “He isn’t the first, but he’s certainly the best.”

Mingi peeked around the entrance to the bathing pool. A ball formed in his throat when he saw both of you shedding off your clothes as Imps placed a tray of fruits and pastries near the small pool. He looked over the two nude bodies out in the open. He took in all the curves, soft skin and fleshy parts of your bodies. He saw where you’d both trimmed yourselves, only making him want to latch his mouth to them more. The flirtatious, giddy looks on your faces aroused him, especially when you stepped into the pool together. You both leaned against the steps waist-deep in the water as you brought the fruit tray over. Mingi bit his lower lip when he realized it was strawberries and a small pot of chocolate syrup. The two of you started eating them normally, talking about boys and the other ladies in the garden before your voices grew lower and you drew together. He recognized the lustful gaze you gave her as you put a strawberry to her lips. Artemis kept eye contact while she wrapped her mouth around the end and bit down.

Next came chocolate. He watched you swipe some onto the base of her neck, then lick it off in slow, passionate laps of your tongue. He palmed his groin when she returned the favor when a small droplet fell on your breast. The tip of her tongue grazed the outer edge of your nipple, then up to lick up the thin trickle and he held back a groan. He stood in awe as you started kissing, open mouths doing nothing to cover the tongues swatting at one another inside. He knew right now your arousing saliva worked its magic on her, coursing desire and passion through her veins. You dipped your finger in the chocolate to coat over one of Artemis’s nipples, then leaned down to slowly lick it off. Mingi instantly started unclasping his coat as he stepped into the space. Blending with the shadows, neither of you saw him in the corner of the room. He dropped his coat and undid his leather vest and thin chainmail underneath. You continued pinching and groping her breasts while her hands moved around to your ass. The crotch of his pants tightened when she put a strawberry to your lips for you to eat. With a single bite, Artemis smeared bits of juice around your mouth to then lick and kiss clean. You did the same to her, the both of you swatting your tongue over the large fruit before she bit into it.

“How about I give you both something bigger to lick?” he asked, voice heavy with lust as he kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants.

Neither of you appeared surprised by his appearance. In fact, you both giggled shyly and turned away from him for a moment. “Don’t be shy now,” he smirked, pulling down both pants and underwear. Each of you focused directly on his groin once he removed them, and he couldn’t be prouder of it. “You two lured me in here. What did you think I’d do? Stand by and watch two gorgeous women fuck in a pool?”

“Yes,” Artemis admitted in a giggle.

“I told her you wouldn’t be able to help yourself,” you said, eyeing his semi-hardon. “You’re a big ol’ pervert deep down.”

“Which I’ve grown to enjoy quite a bit,” she then said, reaching up your chest to cup both your breasts. “I loved it so much last time.”

“So did I, my lady,” he admitted, walking over to where you both stood in the pool.

The cool water did shock his hot skin, though it didn't distract him from his goal. He came over, and brought you to him by the hips. The sweet taste of chocolate strawberries flowed from your lips to his on your tongue, which he eagerly ate up. The moment your tongues touched, Mingi’s hunger shot to the ceiling. He found it hard to contain the primal urge to fuck both all night.

He kept one arm around you as he pulled Artemis to him and kissed her the same way. A groan rumbled in his throat when a sticky, smooth substance covered a spot on his neck, only to be licked at by your warm tongue. The feeling of you licking his neck while Artemis’s tongue slid into his mouth fanned the flames making him harder. While hands started running up and down his chest and stomach, he felt up and down the full, round cheeks in his hands. Artemis whimpered at a particularly hard squeeze he gave her, and he knew she’d liked it.

“Do you like that?” he asked her, pecking her lips softly.

“Yes,” she breathed, picking up her own swipe of chocolate to put on his chest. “Do it again.”

As she lapped up the thin mess she’d made, he repeated the action to hear her whine into his chest. Mingi didn’t intend on leaving you out. He kissed you deeply, sliding his hand over and under your ass cheeks. Long fingers found the perineum and stroked it slowly, letting you enjoy the simple touch as you kissed.

“You’re so strong, Mingi,” Artemis said in his ear, moving behind him while you moved in front of him. “So big and long,” she took his cock by the base, reaching around to stroke him. Your heads both reached to his shoulders, where lips began kissing and nibbling at his neck and shoulders while you both caressed him. “I never had one like yours until the last time,” she said, only stroking him halfway. “That's all I think about when I’m alone in my bed. You’re the only man I’d ever allow in my bed after I’ve had this.”

“You should come live with us,” you told her, putting Mingi’s hands on your breasts for him to squeeze, “Then you and I could have fun with him whenever we want.”

“I’d never have a moment of peace, huh?” he teased, reaching to drizzle chocolate on your nipples. He began licking the thin strings off them, moaning softly as Artemis squeezed and aimed his cock between your thighs. “You, her and Yunho will have me empty by the end of the day.”

“As if you wouldn’t love that,” said Artemis.

“He’d definitely love it,” you moaned when he flicked his tongue over the peaks of your nipples. “Wouldn’t you, Mingi?”

His tip touched something slick and warm under the water, and he groaned loudly. Nestled between your thighs, his cock slipped in and out of them while Artemis fondled his balls underneath. The pleasure elevated when her thumbs spread the chocolate you placed there to lick it off him. Mingi’s moans grew louder as your wet clitoris brushed over the head of his cock over and over. His balls rolled around over each of Artemis’s fingers one at a time, sending shocks of pleasure through to his swollen cock. Your slow rocking movements had him reaching in front and behind him to grab at both of you. Artemis’s smooth sex fluttered open for his fingers, causing her to hold his wrist in place as she rubbed herself on his fingers. He sunk his other fingers between your ass cheeks to tease the tight hole they hid. Just feeling you both on his hands, hearing your moans join his, he thought he might cum.

“Stand in front of me,” he said breathily. “I want to play with both of you.”

“You might, but not here.”

Artemis slipped away from him. You took direction from her, and moved away too. A brief moment of frustration passed before he saw your mischievous smiles. You’d reached the top of the steps before he realized what was going on. The moment he charged, you two bolted towards the entrance. A delighted laugh escaped his chest as he rushed after you, naked as the day he was born. In the dim lighting of the lanterns above the paths, he saw your naked bodies several feet ahead of him. Your squeals and giggles reached him, joining in his own delight, as you continued running. Artemis, being the faster runner, sprinted ahead even when Mingi’s arms wrapped around you.

“Mingi!” you giggled as he lifted you from the ground and pressed you to a stone wall.

One arm holding you to his chest, he reached down and slipped two fingers inside you from behind. The pussy gushing juices into his hand, the familiar sound of his palm slapping your cheeks reached his ears. You arched your back to let him get in a few pumps before you managed to wriggle out of his grasp and run off again.

“Come here, you,” he laughed through his gritted teeth, making swipes at you from behind as he followed. “I’m going to get you, you little tease.”

“If you can keep up, that is!”

You darted into one section of the garden, and he went after you. In an intersection, someone slammed right into him. By the scent of fresh daisies, he knew it to be Artemis. The both of them on the ground, he scrambled to get on top of her. The beautiful Lady didn’t fight him off very much, but instead brought him in for a deep kiss as he forced her legs apart with his hips. Her moans vibrated in his mouth once he pushed his fingers inside her hot cunt.

“I’m making at least one of you cum tonight,” he growled, biting down on her lower lip softly. “On my tongue, my cock or my fingers…I don’t care.”

“If only I wanted to make that easy for you this time.”

She dug her fingers into his arm, distracting him a brief moment before sliding away from him and running again. His cock raged between his thighs. The embarrassing thought of someone important finding him naked crossed his mind, but he didn’t care. The combination of his own desires and the endorphins your kisses gave him kept him chasing each of you throughout the garden. By the time he caught up with her near a stone fountain of Medusa, he needed to fuck her. The stone fountain of the gorgon queen looked down on his with scolding eyes, her snakes lifted and posed for attack. Mingi looked around at the stone figures placed throughout the place in various spots. Men in soldier's armor, women in long flowing dresses, and small animals either running or standing in shock made it a bit more difficult to navigate.

A teasing giggle came from behind him, and he sensed one of you nearby. Mingi, a grin on his face, walked towards a particularly tall bear statue. There, he found Artemis hiding. She squeaked and giggled when he reached out for her, happening to catch her elbow and spin her into his arms. She barely struggled as his lips found hers, easily opening them and exploring her mouth with his tongue. He groaned at a cold hand starting to stroke his hardon; he returned the touch by rubbing her soaked clit.

Pressing her back to the statue, Mingi lifted one leg to his hip as he shoved two fingers in her. Artemis clutched the sides of the wide statue, head tilted back whenever his fingers curled inside her. He took advantage of this moment and flicked his tongue over her nipples, knowing how much she loved it. Mingi looked at her, drinking in the sight of her naked body in his embrace. Chest rising and falling in every deep breath, the moonlight made her skin glow and sweat shimmer on her taupe skin. He kissed up her neck, licking specific spots he knew she liked, before reaching her ear. She moaned louder, gripping her shoulders, and began pushing down on his fingers.

“Such a needy girl,” he groaned in her ear, savoring the feeling of her hand on his cock and his fingers stuffed in her cunt. “I do love watching you fuck yourself on my hand,” he said, looking down to see her body tense and rock against his palm, “But I think you’d look better on my dick instead, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed, squeezing his tip and rolling her thumb around it. He might go insane if he didn’t fuck her soon. “Yes, please.”

He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock in one swift motion. Stuck on his length, Artemis could do nothing but let him push in and out of her. He held onto her thigh and kept her pinned to the statue, occasionally sucking and teasing her breast. She tried keeping her voice down, though he saw her resolve start faltering when he rubbed her hard clit.

“How about I give a hand?”

You appeared from seemingly nowhere. Turning Artemis’s head, you locked her in a kiss as you took over her clitoris. He watched the both of you work one another softly, teasing with feather-like touches and passionate kisses. Mingi held onto Artemis’s hips as he kept going, looking down to see himself coated with her juices each time he pulled out. Your hand rolling around the hood and underside of her clit added an extra sprinkle of arousal he couldn't ignore. Soon, her sex quivered when he started bottoming up into her hips. Her orgasm crashed right over her, contorting her body and stiffening her muscles.

“Don't stop,” she cried, head turned to the side and hips rutting against his. “Please, don't stop.”

“He wouldn't dream of it,” you whined, rubbing her and kissing her neck.

Her orgasm finally went over the edge, and Mingi felt tempted to move faster and harder. His own nearly arrived before he forced himself out of her.

“Now it's my turn.”

He didn't utter a word as you laid him on the ground. Mingi watched you sink down onto his wet cock in a singular movement, immediately starting to ride him. He held onto the bottoms of the two statues beside him, gripping hard as your pussy flexed against his stiff length and milked him so easily. He couldn't keep his eyes off you. Having a new lover felt nice, but nothing beat you. You knew him so well already. Your body played him like a fiddle, knowing which strings to pluck at the right time. He groaned loudly when you whirled your hips around, your body bringing him with you and stretching him in circles. Your ass cheeks pressed right onto his balls gave a bit of pressure that nearly sent him over the edge. He kept his eyes on you; he gazed over the curves of your body moving in time with his, your eyes full of lust and need as you worked him. How nobody knew you were a cambion is beyond him. No human can be as enchanting or tantalizing as you. When Artemis showed up beside you, returning the favor you'd given her, he began pushing up into you before you forced him still by the hips. Once your bouncing became more erratic, your moans sounding desperate and needy, Mingi held you by your hips to chase down the orgasm building below. Artemis’s deft fingers moved at the same speed, the both of them encouraging you to cum all over him. He hoped you'd squirt a bit on him; he loved watching you do that with Hongjoong, but you didn't.

Artemis’s turn came again, on her front with you underneath her. Both of you keeping your legs far apart, you each kissed and grinded together as he pumped his cock back into her. He gave her a few thrusts before switching further down to you. This move teased him just as much as it teased the both of you. The sensation of pulling out once he'd gotten frustrating and exciting at the same time. The desperate need to cum had his balls slapping against each of you in sporadic thrusts. Both you and Artemis knew how badly he needed it, and encouraged him.

“Go ahead and cum,” you moaned between kisses. “We want you to…”

“All over us both.”

He planted himself firmly inside you, pushing forward while smacking and grabbing the round ass in front of him. The pain he'd been withholding soon came to the surface, and he instantly withdrew and rolled Artemis onto her back. Realizing what was happening, you sat up on your elbows together as his cum shot out. His head fell back, back arching as he let his climax take over. He rarely felt such pleasure before. He didn't want it to end.

And it didn't. You and Artemis pounced on him the moment he finished. You took turns sucking the last bits of cum from his cock, clearly not done with him at all, and kept going until he grew hard again. Once he did, he laid helpless as Artemis rode his cock while you rode his tongue. Squeals of “Mingi!” and “Fuck, that feels so good!” kept him going long after he'd finished pleasuring one lady after the other. By the time he worked you out of his system, the sun had plunged the world into complete darkness. Only in the clear moonlight could he see the two women slumped on the ground at the base of several statues. He knew he wouldn't be standing anytime soon, and the thought of a guard coming across him did not scare him as it might normally.

“Damn, two Ladies, Brother? Lucky dog.”

Mingi laughed softly, the running fountain covering it from nearby ears. If Minjun stayed, then perhaps he'd never be in this spot. If his brother remained a demon, he'd be at home by the river and not naked in the middle of a scenic garden. He turned his head to see you and Artemis sleeping nearby. He wouldn't have you if Minjun never crossed over. Mingi couldn't see you not being in his life. You'd become such an important part of him that it sounded torturous. He stared up at the stars, counting and connecting them as he finally gave into his exhaustion.

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“Wow, so this is how it is now, huh? We're just going to have public threesomes and not invite Hongjoong?”

Mingi groaned as the sun blinded him. Putting an arm over his eyes, he recognized the red and black shape of his master standing over him. He felt the warm softness of two women draped over him, snuggled and faces buried in his neck. He guessed you'd crawled over to him during the night.

“Hm?” your soft hum filled his ear, and he could feel your breath on his neck.

“Here we are,” he said, “Sitting at home worried about our special girl, thinking she'd been accosted on her way home or injured and lying in a ditch somewhere, but no. Here she is, naked with crusty cum on her with her cousin and her bodyguard.”

“Joongie…” you groaned, shifting in place, “Enough.”

“You don't fuck me in gardens.”

“Not true in the slightest. We've done it in my garden loads of times.”

“I mean in other people's gardens,” he corrected you. “Especially in Eden gardens. There's always patrols who could find us; much hotter that way.”

“Ugh, Hongjoong,” you peeled yourself away from him, and Mingi felt a light cloth be tossed your way. “Only you would be upset about this.”

“Not just me. Your grandmother, mom and Seonghwa are pretty peeved, but not for the same reasons as me.”

“No!” This woke up Artemis right away, making her sit up straight. “No, she doesn't….You're lying.”

“Am not,” he replied. “She found out when a guard told her they saw you all sleeping. I think you should find some clothes and explain yourself before she comes looking for you.”

Without another word, Artemis stood on shaky legs and ran away. Mingi had not moved an inch. His body refused to cooperate, not bothering to reach for any sort of cover. Not that it mattered, since Hongjoong’s wandering eyes did not bother him.

“Have fun, Mingi?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Pet?”

“Loads,” you grinned over at Mingi, leaning to kiss him softly. Once your lips met his, he nearly went for another intoxicating kiss. “Mingi…Last night wasn't enough?”

“Forgive me,” he said, pulling a stray blade of grass from your hair. “Your kisses are addicitve. I can't help but want more.”

Hongjoong coughed, earning your attention again. “I don't think going a morning-after round in Lilith’s garden is a good idea, and that's me saying that. Put your clothes on,” Hongjoong tossed Mingi his own bundle, “And come with me.” He leaned down and kissed your lips. “Time to go home.”

Mingi watched him leave, and was glad it'd been Hongjoong and not Lilith.

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A/N: hey guys, I really hope you liked this one. This may be the last one for a while because I want to take a break from fanfiction to focus on my book. I didn't want to leave you guys hanging after I said I'd post this one lol

The series isn't over. Just on hiatus.

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Scars and Souvenirs

Chapter 12

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 4,004

Rating: mentions of the aftermath of animal abuse. Kidnapping. Shooting.

Scars and Souvenirs

Chapter 12

Sy pulled into the parking place in front of the pizza place in the small strip mall and they all climbed out of the truck. “Do you need any toiletries or anything for the house that we didn't think of?” He asked Mike.

“I could use some shaving supplies unless growing a beard is a requirement at the ranch,” he chuckled.

“Mmm no big beards, I prefer scruff,” Debbie smiled and ran her hand over the scruff of Sy's jaw. Sy smiled as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to her palm then bent and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Why don't you two go grab that stuff and I'll put the order in for the food,” She suggested. They agreed and headed off.

Deb put in their food order laughing when the girl behind the counter asked if she was having a party with the amount of food she was getting and she laughed. “Nah just feeding to men that are bottomless pits.”

“I'd keep that man so happy that the only thing he'd ever be hungry for was me.” Another woman waiting for an order whispered to her friend, though they were not quiet.

Debbie bristled and turned to the women. “Excuse me?”

“ What?” One of the women rolled her eyes, irritated that she had to explain herself. Her friend at least had the sense to look uncomfortable. “Syverson is hot as hell. Ain't a woman in town that don't wanna piece of that.”

Debbie stepped closer to her. “Well you may be female but you're far from being a woman, sweetheart. Why don't you just stick to pickin up the trash off the street.”

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Mike grabbed some cheap razors and shaving cream as well as some and some aftershave and Sy stopped him.

He took the cheap razors out of Mike's hand. “These things will chew up your face.”

Mike shrugged, “it's just what happens when you shave, right?”

Sy shook his head. “Look you don't have to have stupid expensive razors to shave or anything but you do need something with a bit of quality.” He saw the confusion on Mike's face and tried a different approach. “It's like a good knife. It doesn't have to be expensive but, the blade does need to at least have a good quality. It can't have a bunch of nicks and imperfections in the blade or it just tears and rips instead of cutting and slicing. A razor is sort of the same. It needs to have a quality edge or it's gonna tear your skin instead of shaving the hair.”

“Oh,” he blinked. “That makes sense.” He took the pack of razors the Sy handed him. “Thanks.” They headed to the check out and again to Mike's surprise, Sy pushed his hand away when he took out his wallet and paid for it himself.

“Thanks but you didn't have to do that. You're supposed to be punishing me, not supporting me,” Mike told him as they left.

“Sure,” Sy smirked, otherwise ignoring him. Once they stepped outside the heard people arguing. Looking to his left, about five shops down he saw a small group of people, Debbie among them. He quickly went to her just in time to see her forcefully shove a man's hand from her arm. Sy grabbed the man by the arm forcefully. “Is there a problem?”

The man held up his hands in surrender. “The girls were arguing and I was just trying to see how I could help, “ he said innocently.

Debbie‘s eyebrow arched as she glared at him. “Help? You wanna do something useful then put your bitch on a leash before she gets hurt!” She growled before spinning on her heel and going back into the restaurant.

The man turned to walk away with a laugh but was caught short by Sy's suddenly vice-like grip. “You ever touch her again I'll break both your fuckin arms, understood?” The man looked like he was about to piss himself but didn't speak. “I said,” Sy snarled spring the mam to speak.

“Yea, I understand! I understand!” He grunted when Sy shoved him away and he and the two women took off. Sy and Mike went into the restaurant to check on Deb.

She was sitting on a bench seat across from the counter. They both sat next to her. Sy put his arm around her feeling her trembling. “I'm not hurt,” She told him before he could ask. “I'm just pissed.”

The manager of the pizzeria came over to check on her. “I'm so sorry that this happened.”

“What happened?” Sy asked? The counter and floor were covered with cups, napkins and other things.

“The ladies were being very rude,” the manager explained. I asked them to leave and they started pushing stuff off the counter. The blonde shoved one of my workers to the ground when she tried to intervene. Your friend stepped in when that happened and showed them out the door. I came back in to call the police when the man came up.”

Sy pressed a kiss to Debbie's temple as two uniform officers walked in. They took Debbie's statement and allowed them to leave with their food, which had been comped by the grateful manager.

From across the road the man and two women watched them get into the truck and drive away. He turned to Mitch, Mike's father who was beaten bloody. “You better be right about how much the kid will bring but the boss will enjoy the bitch as well,” he licked his lips at the thought.

On the way back to the ranch Sy kept his hand firmly on her thigh and she hugged his arm. Mike was chuckling from the passenger seat. Deb looked over at him with an arched brow. “Put your bitch on a leash!” He laughed. “That was like the coolest line ever,” he insisted.

Debbie blushed as Sy joined in. “My vicious little wolf.” By the time they got home they were all laughing.

They all gathered in the den with soda and pizza watching movies by Christmas lights. Deb was curled up on the sofa next to Sy, Aika sitting by them hoping for sneaky snacks and Mike in the recliner. Deb was about to doze off when Sy started getting texts. She didn't think anything about it at first but they were almost constant and when she glanced over she saw the name Mary. When the movie stopped she sat up. “I'm gonna let you guys clear up in here while I go get ready for bed. The vet and farrier will be here at four in the morning to work on Rose.” She turned to Mike. “Need you to be at the stable no later than three thirty.” She smiled when he cringed. “Some mornings we're out well before the sun.” She patted his shoulder on her way to the bedroom.

She leaned against the bathroom vanity willing herself to not let her mind run away with her. Maybe Mary was someone he was working with…but she knew all of the officers too and there was no Mary. She tossed back a few Tylenol for the permanent headache she seemed to keep lately then brushed her teeth then slipped off her jeans before crawling into bed.

After Sy got everything locked up and Mike settled, Aika out for her night time potty he went to the bathroom to relieve himself and brushed his teeth before crawling in bed. He slid to the middle of the bed but Deb was still an arms length away so he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “Mmm, that's better,” he rumbled, kissing her shoulder then neck. “Walt texted earlier, he needs me pretty early in the morning but it shouldn't take long and I'll be back to help.”

Her chest clenched knowing it wasn't Walt that had texted him but she refused to cry. Instead she twisted in his arms and crashed her lips against his on a painful kiss. Her hands shoved his underwear down and stroked his semi hard cock to fullness as he moaned and thrust into her hand.

Sy moved to go down between her legs but she grabbed his arms and stopped him. “What's wrong, sugar?”

“Fuck me Sy “ She rasped desperately.

He grinned “demanding tonight?”

“We just don't have a lot of time.” She rolled them so that she was on top and straddled him. Reaching down she jerked her panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off before spearing herself with him and sinking down to the hilt causing them both to moan. She only paused a second before she started levering herself up and down squeezing her walls tight around him.

“Fuck, baby,” he grabbed her hips in a near brusing grip as she milked him in the most amazing way. He watched her ride him with abandon desperation and seek out her own pleasure. Reaching under her shirt he pawed at her breasts as she rubbed circles on her clit rolling through her first orgasam.

“Oh God, oh God, oh god,” She whined as her body clenched. She fought against Sy rolling them over but wasn't strong enough to stop it. His wide body pinned her legs up near her chest as he continued to fuck into her. She scratched her nails roughly over his back causing him to jerk and hiss. “Harder,” She demanded. “I want to feel this for days. Every time I move or set I don't want to think of anything else but you fucking me so hard my teeth rattle and my legs won't work!” She pressed her heels hard against his ass and thrust up hard and fast as she worked her hand between them and started pinching the already sensitive bundle of nerves there leaving it even more red and swollen. It didn't take long for both of them to cum hard, she squrited hard all over his cock and balls and the obscene squelching, wet sounds rung his orgasam out of him until he collapses on top of her for a moment before rolling off so she can breathe.

“Fuck baby, that was, wow,” he panted.

“Yea,” She agreed breathlessly. “Thank you.” Sy used all the energy he had left to reach over and lay his hand on her.

~~~~♡~~~~

Debbie was up and at the barn by two am. Every time she closed her eyes all she could see was Sy with someone else. She trusted him and knew he wasn't already fuckin the woman but he was bonding with her right? She was probably all sweet and soft, soft spoken, timid little thing. Someone who doesn't remind him of his time in the sand box. All the shit he just wants to forget.

She facepalmed after sitting her cup of coffee on her desk. “You are the stupidest smart person on this planet!” She growled at herself. It was starting to make sense .

She tried to focus on getting all the files on her desk into the computer. They had full time ranch hands to help with the animals especially with intake when there is a rescue. Deb or sometimes Sy, are the only ones who input the animal vitals, donation of time or supplies and tax paperwork for the volunteers and paychecks for employees.

“You left early sugar,” Sy pressed a kiss to her head.

“yea I realized i was behind on input so I needed to get it done because I'll have to give doc and Sam the forms for their time today.”

He leaned against the desk next to her and lifted her chin so that she was looking at him. “You ok?”

She stood and stepped between his meaty thighs.

“Used, sore,” She smiled. “Everything I asked for.”

Mike chose that moment to step up to the door with a hot cup of coffee. “Mornin,” he nodded, his voice deep and sleepy.

“Hey kid,” she smiled. “Have you ever worked on a farm or with animals?”

“Had a dog once but that's it.”

“Ok, Sy is leaving for a while so I'm going to show you some things I'd like you to work on while we are dealing with Rose.”

She walks out of the office and shows him where the wheelbarrow and rake where and how to muck the stalls and spread new straw then how much food to put in each feed bag. “,When we have Rose tied and being

Worked on make sure you stay away from her back end, legs and head. She had some pretty bad damage and she's in a lot of pain. Poor girl.” She pointed to the stall across the way. “These are her two babies Lilly and Daisy. We will be working with them later. We need to get them used to wearing gear.”

“Ok,” Mike nodded.

“If you have any questions just ask.”

Once Mike got started Sy pulled Deb into a hug. “You know I love you don't you?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes, I know you love me. I'm just not sure I'm…” The vet chose that moment to walk in. “Hi doc,” She nodded.

“Not sure of what?” Sy inquired frowning when his text alert started going off.

“You have a meeting and I have work here. We do need to talk but not now. Just,” She took a deep breath, no matter what, if you need me for anything I'll always be there. Always.”

“Debbie, what's…” his damn phone kept going off and the farrier came in. “I…”

She pressed a kiss to his lips. “When you get back and Rose is settled we will talk, ok?”

“Why do I feel like you're trying to say goodbye to me?” He clung to her.

“I promise you that I'm not going anywhere. So as long as you come home to me I will always be here.”

“No more waiting, Debbie. Tonight we talk about what's going on. We silence the phones, the kid can watch movies in his room and we talk this out, sugar. I hate seeing you like this.”

She hugged him and felt relieved that they were finally gonna get it out in the open. Tip toeing, she pressed their foreheads together. “Love you cowboy.”

“Love you, sugar.” He reluctantly headed for his truck as he thumbed through his phone.

The morning continued on in pretty rough form. Poor Rose, she was more patient than any horse should ever be asked to be but the deformed and infected hoof was soft and oh so tender not to mention had spread up to her leg. Deb was doing her best to hold Rose's head so she did hurt herself or one of them but they called for all hands on deck for the leg. She showed Mike how to hold the head and explained that if he talked to the horse calmly it would help. Deb moved to a flanking position to help hold the rasp so the farrier could start a drain hole in the hoof.

“So,” Mike sighed. He'd never had a conversation with a horse. What did he say? “Come here often?”

The farrier, vet and Deb looked at each other. “Do you like the grain? More oats or corn?”

They all chuckled, making Mike blush. “You're Doing perfect,” Deb encouraged

After a couple more scrapes they were able to get the hole open and the grossest smelling stuff came pouring out. Rose acted like she felt instant relief. “That's good” the vet nodded as he sprayed some antibacterial medicine on the hoof and started cleaning. Everything was going smoothly. Deb stepped away to grab the volunteer paperwork. She came back just as the vet put something on the wound that stung. Rose whinnied and stomped, turning to the side as much as she could before kicking out with her back leg catching Deb in the right, front hip. She cried out and instantly crumbled to the ground.

~~~~~☆~~~~~

Sy checked his watch for the third time. “Act like it's a fuckin life or death emergency and don't show up,” he growled to himself. This UC woman was flakey as hell and he didn't like any of this. He looked over to see a big truck pulling in next to him. “You definitely aren't Maria.”

Walter shook his head with a sigh. “She no showed on me last week.”

“What did the FBI say when you told them our theory?” Sy asked.

“Same bullshit as always man. The prick said if we lost our nerve to let them handle it and go write some parking tickets.” The contempt in Walt's voice was thick.

Sy didn't want to say what he was thinking but he had to. “This gang is so big in so many ways Walt, maybe it goes a lot higher than we think. I hate to say it but there is an informant at your station somewhere.”

Walter scrubbed his hands over his face. It pissed him off but Sy was right. “I have a friend at the ATF that I trust. I know he's a good cop. Maybe I write up all the information and just turn it over to him? Maybe he will know someone who gives a damn.”

Sy understood Walter's frustration. Losing faith in something your heart and soul has been in for years is not just sad, it's disheartening, unsettling and you feel your world will never be the same again. He felt it when he left the Army. “I'll do whatever you choose to do. I got your six.”

“Let's go get it all down and on a file while it's still fresh,” Walt suggested. Somewhere we won't be watched or overheard.”

“Thoughts on where that would be?” Sy asked.

“Follow me,” Walt grinned and started his truck.

“Fuck,” Sy chuckled at the look on Walt’s face. “That’s never good.”

~~~~~♡~~~~~

The vet, the farrier and Mike all ran to Debbie to check on her. She took a hard hit from the horse. They tried and tried to convince her to go to the doctor to get an x-ray.

“I'm fine, I'm fine," she said. “Really I don't think anything is broken, it just hurts like hell. It's not the first time I've been kicked by a horse, I promise.”

The vet looks over at her, “I really think you need to go get checked out.”

“I'm okay, honestly I promise I'll go see it if something else happens or it gets worse.” After arguing with her for a bit they finally relented and left. She and Mike were finishing up what needed to be done in the Stables when her phone rang. She grabbed it, “hello?”

“Miss Calloway, this is Jennings from the PD. We have some new paperwork that needs to be signed about Mike. We need you to come down as soon as you can and sign it. The best place to meet would be Mike's dad's Pawn shop. I've already contacted Syverson. He said that he would meet you there if you can leave now.”

Debbie inwardly groaned. After the morning she had all she really wanted was a hot bath and to hang out and feel sorry for herself. “Is this not something that Sy can do by himself?”

“No, I'm afraid it's not, it requires both your signatures and Mike should come too.”

She took a deep breath and sighed again. “Okay, give us about 20 minutes and we'll be there.” She hung up her phone and turned to Mike and told him what was going on.

“Man, I really don't want to see my dad again. Why do I have to be there?”

“I don't know, kid but at least maybe this is something that can keep you away from him longer. Sy is going to meet us there so we won't be going in alone.” They both got ready, cleaned up a little bit and got in the truck heading to town.

She drove to the back and pulled into the back of the shop. In the parking area she noticed an undercover car there. Jennings got out and stepped over to her truck. She and Mike got out and approached him. “Wow we beat Sy here. I can't believe it,” she smiled.

About the time she said that a big van and another truck pulled up and blocked her truck in. A cold chill ran down her spine. She knew that something was terribly wrong and that they had been set up. “What the hell is this?” She asked angrily. “What's going on?”

Several men piled out of the van and the truck and approached them. She leaned toward Mike just enough to be able to whisper. “If you get an opportunity to run, go find help. It'll be better if you run. Before she could say anything else there was a gun pulled on her from one of the men who had exited the van.

“Just be calm," he said “and everything will be fine. Just get in the truck and nobody has to get hurt.”

She arched her brow at him looking at the six men that surrounded her and the kid and wondered what the hell was going on. “Mister, I don't know what it is that you think okay is but this isn't it. Why don't you get back in your van and leave?”

“You’re cute aren't you darling?" he snarled. “I'm not here to play games bitch. You and the kid get the fuck in the van!”

“And if I don't?” She asked?

“Then I'll make you," he growled.

“I don't think that's a real good idea,” She told him.

“Please, what the hell are you going to do about it?” He smirked.

“She took a deep breath preparing herself for what she was about to do. She had to try because if she didn't she knew that she and Mike were as good as dead. Her only hope was that the kid could get free and go find help.

What a day for Rose to decide to take out her hip. Debbie approached calmly like she was going to get in the van. When she got next to the guy with the gun she turned quickly striking the man in the throat grabbing the firearm and dislodging it from his hand. She managed to shoot two of the others, one in the shoulder and one in the knee.

Everyone scrambled and tried to regain control.. She managed to kick one of them in the balls but before she could take out any of the others she was hit from behind with a metal pipe. She fell to the ground and the man grabbed the gun out of her hand. They continued to kick and punch her trying to get her in retaliation.

Mike tried to run but of course it didn't work. Two of the men grabbed him and started beating him before tying them both up and throwing them in the back of the van.

Jennings was pacing frantically. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” He demanded. “People have heard the gunshots! Now how am I going to explain this?” he questions? “What the hell am I going to say about all the blood and stuff back here?”

The leader of the group turned around grabbed the gun and shot one of the downed men in the head then threw the gun down after wiping off his fingerprints. “Tell him you heard gunshots come back here and found this asshole dead.” They all got back in the van and sped off.

Jennings was still frantic; he knew he was going to get caught for sure. He phoned it in, saying that he happened to be over near the shop when he heard the gunshots and that he just arrived on scene.

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[THE BAD BATCH]—Soulmate AU

CROSSHAIR/OFC

WARNINGS: BODY SWAP, FLUFF. 💖

Crosshair hated the idea of soulmates. Well, not the existance of soulmates per se –though he was skeptical–; just the way soulmates discovered each other. The whole body swap thing was a pile of bullshit. He was a soldier, for the Force's sake; a random person waking up in his body didn't seem like a good idea. He imagined a meek little thing opening their eyes in the middle of a war-zone; Crosshair's body inside his sleeping bag with his rifle right besides him. Hell, the little shit would probably piss themselves with so much opened fire and death around him; and get themselves killed. Whoever clinged to the idea of soulmates like a kid desperate for love clearly hadn't thought about it enough.

(•••)

A sudden jolt woke Athena from her slumber; the girl quickly sitting up in her bed and searching for her gun in the nightstand beside her. It was then when she realised there was no nightstand; no gun, not her bed, and definitively not her house. She felt paralysed for a moment, processing what could only be true; she had woken up in her soulmate's body. After that, came a small recognition mission. Her first instinct was to look down at herself; she was surprised to find out she was dressed in heavy armour, covered from chest to toes with the exception of her face, helmet carefully placed in the floor. She carefully examined every piece of it. It was a mix of black, greys and reds; a small white skull painted on the right shoulder pauldron with a "99" marked right below.

Athena bent down to grab the matching helmet of the ground. It looked kinda menacing; one side of the visor opened wider with the shape of a crosshair. A quick glance around discovered a rifle resting against the bed she was still sitting on. Athena's –well, her soulmate's– lips twisted upwards into a smile. At least she knew her way around that.

The woman grabbed the weapon and took her time examining it. It was clearly very well cared for; every piece cleaned of dust and dirt, no more than a few light scratches here and there. It was an advanced intriguing model. Not everyone's cup of tea; but Athena couldn't help but think of the weapon as gorgeous, and started to feel excited about the chance of using it. She hand't fired her own sniper for a while, sticking to guns and vibro-blades at the present time. It would be fun to reminiscense old times.

She grabbed both the rifle and the helmet and stood up; inmediately feeling out of place. This person was tall; she chuckled, silently imagining her soulmate living her life with her petite size. It was weird being in a man's body, too. Thankfully, her, uh, his cock –fucking hell, she couldn't really believe she had one of those right now– was well hidden and protected under the codpiece. She blushed realising she was going to have to see it and use it at some point of the day. That felt like a huge privacy invasion; but to be fair, her soulmate's organs weren't going to stop functioning just because of her.

Taking advantage of still being the only person in the room, Athena walked around and tried a few crouches and jumps. She tried positions with the rifle, too. For an outsider, the scene would have looked totally ridiculous; but the girl wanted to make sure she was used to moving around in her new body if she was going to be following trouble. Once that was done, she decided she was ready to find out who else she was in the ship with.

It wasn't very big, so Athena had no trouble finding the cockpit; where another three fully armoured men seemed ready to go into battle. She took the chance to examine them. One had long hair –kept in place with a red bandana– and half of his face tattoed in black. The other was a giant of a human; one eye shining artificially and a myriad of scars around it. The last one was the one piloting the ship; eyes hiding behind rounded goggles and too many pouches on his belt. It was clear they were a team where everyone served a specific purpose; thankfully she had swapped her body with the one ability in which she could stand her own.

"Just in time, Crosshair" the goggled clon greeted her without even looking away from the front window of the ship "We'll be arriving Ilya's separatist base in ten".

It was right then and there when Athena understood who his soulmate –and all these guys– were; clones for the Grand Army of the Republic. Athena herself lived on a neutral system in the Outer Rim; but obviously knew of the endless fight between both sides. She couldn't help but frown in confusion; they clearly didn't look like regular clones. She asumed her soulmate didn't, either?

"Alright, lets run through the plan one last time before we arrive" the one with the red bandana stated, Athena inmediately recognising the leadership in his voice "The guys from the 104th are gonna give us free way to the control tower; Wrecker, you and I are gonna plant the bombs and make sure that place is prepared for being blown up. Crosshair covers Tech into level seventeen to extract the information needed. Are we clear?"

A chorus of "Yes, Sarge" followed and Athena nodded in agreement with just a second of delay. She argued with herself if she should make her presence known; deciding at last on not sharing the information for now. It would only bring distrust and anxiousness to the team; turning the war-zone even more dangerous for them. They needed a clear mind and focus and so did she. She'd tell them when the mission was finished and they were tucked safely back on the ship.

(•••)

Athena never felt more grateful for her extensive training. Without it, she'd be dead by now. Ilya's war-zone was a death-pit; a mess of droidekas, combat droids, and even spider droids replicating endlessly in the arid planet's surface. The woman had had her fair battle experiences with Erian's army before; but nothing quite like that. Watching the clone army fight the separatists endless lines was an impressive sight to behold. Athena couldn't help but feel a strong rush of admiration and respect for those men; as well as a wave of sadness and guilt. Did they truly wanted to be there? Was that their real choice? Had she unkowingly been a supporter of all of this by just hiding herself in her own little neutral system all this time?

She was brought back to reality by a wave of new droids moving towards them; her instincts kicking in and quickly getting rid of them with a few well placed shots from her rifle. That wasn't the end of the party, though; two BX-commando droids followed them, and Athena groaned in annoyance. She had had a close encounter with one of them right outside the control tower minutes before; Hunter quickly stabbing his vibro-blade to its head and inabilitating the droid. She decided to follow his technique; and was glad to find out her soulmate also had a pretty good aim with blades.

Both droids defeated, Athena turned towards Tech. He was crouched down next to level seventeen's control panel, datapad connected to its port and quickly transfering the information needed. Athena was impressed with how fast he had managed to hack every single piece of tech –she could see where the nickname came from– they had come across with with the same unconcerned and unwavering determination in his face. It felt like the goggled clone's mind worked at a faster rythm than others; but even with that, the woman was starting to feel restless now.

"As much as I find your work impressive, Tech, we should get going now".

The man glanced at him for just a second too long before humming uncomitedly and replying with an unhurried tone.

"I will require ten more seconds, if you may be so patient to wait".

Athena made sure the clone's back was covered til Tech quickly disconected off the port and shoved his datapad back in his belt.

"Got it" he announced, not an inch of boasting in his voice, just an assertive statement, and they both made their way out, back to the war-zone.

(•••)

Their mission on Ilya was successful. They had managed to extract the information needed –Tech quickly making a second copy in case the first was damaged in the trip back home–; and Wrecker had done a good job honouring his name and bringing the tower down after they all had made their way back to the Marauder.

Athena sat down on the co-pilot's seat in the cockpit, the adrenaline of the fight still running through her veins. A satisfied grin was perched on her soulmate's face; she felt proud of the team, even if it weren't really hers.

"Good job out there, guys" she congratulated them, just a passing, brotherly comment.

Inmediately, both at once, Hunter and Wrecker turned to stare at her. Athena frowned confused, looking back at them with a growing nervousness inside of her. Before she could try to justify herself –for whatever bad thing she had done–, Tech cleared his throat and made sure the course for Kamino was correctly set up before observing her as well.

"Ah, yes. I believe that is Crosshair's soulmate".

Athena looked at him in surprise. Tech chuckled and pointed out the unkowing mistakes she had done.

"You are far too chirpy and nice, to be fair, for our dear brother" he explained, the others still in shock with the clone's revelation "Though I admit your abilities as a sniper got me fooled, at first. It was unbelievably lucky for Crosshair's soulmate to know her way around a rifle, I must admit, or this mission would have been a catastrophe.

She shuffled in her feat, sheepish.

"He has good eyes" she conceded, smiling guiltily. "Sorry for not saying anything before, guys. I thought it would only bring unnecessary complications, so I was planning to wait til the mission finished and we got back.

Wrecker let out a booming laugh, finally having processed the strange idea of someone being in his grumpy brother's body; while Hunter's chuckle was much more reserved and quiet.

"It's so weird seing him smile like that" he mumbled to the others, only making Wrecker's laugh louder.

"Yeah! I didn't even think his face could do that!" the big clone pointed out.

They all laughed together when, in a very Crosshair-like manner, Athena just rolled her eyes.

(•••)

"You should go shower".

Hunter's nose scrunched softly in agreement, and Athena sighed.

"I know".

Tech tilted his head, analysing her expression, curious.

"And you aren't because...?" asked Mr. bandana, and Athena fidgeted in her place and groaned.

They were back to the squad's barracks; a medium sized room with beds pushed up against the wall and a big table on the very center, crammed with all sorts of things. The boys had entertained her the rest of the late afternoon with stories about past missions and Crosshair's icks; though now, two hours later, the inevitable moment had come to its end. Athena could feel –his, her, whatever– bladder at its maximum capacity. She couldn't delay it anymore than she had already.

"I'm assuming that Athena is somewhat uncomfortable having to see Crosshair naked and performing normal body functions" Tech's calm voice popped in, making Hunter rise an eyebrow.

"You'd think one would be happy to see his soulmate naked" he answered, almost goading her to reply, and the woman glanced at him in defeat and sighed.

"In a normal situation, I would love to get my soulmate naked" she pin-pointed, tiredly and kind of frustrated "But this is not a normal situation. This is weird as fuck. I'm going to see his face in a mirror for the first time, then I'm gonna use his winner to pee, I'll have to take a shit, and then I'll get all this grime, blood and dirt off and... It's not funny, Wrecker! This so fucking weird, maker!"

"I'm sorry!" the clone laughed, it was impossible not to "But it really is!"

Hunter tried not to grin and offered some comfort for a change.

"Okay, I get it. But look, you can't run away from that. Just go do whatever you need to do, and come straight back. Better not overthink it".

"I bet Crosshair has not had this much inconvenience on jumping into the shower" added Tech, for theatricallity, and that was the last straw on Athena's burning expression.

"I'll be right back" she announced, defeated, and dragged her legs to the showers.

(•••)

It was just as weird as Athena had imagined. However, she had always thought peing as a man would be kinda fun, so she had honestly played around probably a bit too much with that. She hadn't been able to help herself and she had standed naked in front of the mirror for a whole five minutes; examining inch by inch of his soulmate's body. She had expected him to be slightly different than your usual clone –all of his team was–; but not like that. Crosshair looked like nothing similar. He had grey hair –not that it was a bad thing at all, it did give him a more matured sexy look–; his jaw was slightly softer than his brothers, though his thin lips, impossibly straight nose, and natural glare –accentuated by the tattoo around his right eye– definitively didn't give out the vibe for soft. He kinda looked like a bad guy; and Athena couldn't help but smirk at the thought. Somehow, that expression seemed better matched for Crosshair's face than her previous's symetrical smiles. Athena wondered if his face would seem that much different when the real Crosshair was the one inside his long, thin yet muscled body.

After showering and changing to a clean set of blacks, she returned back to the barracks. Wrecker laughed upon seing her and Hunter nodded in satisfaction; Tech being the one that decided not to comment about it and aproaching her with his inseparatable datapad.

"I wondered if you would like to give me your comm link and where to find you in case we wanted to contact you" he asked, in his very polite unusual way of talking, and Athena answered with a nod and a smirk.

"Sure" she added, nochalantly.

Tech adjusted his goggles and turned the datapad towards her.

"You're getting the hand of that" he pointed.

Athena's usual symetrical smile manifested herself in Crosshair's face right then. The betrayal...

(•••)

Crosshair woke up with a start. His eyes quickly scanned the room he was in and inmediately recognised the Batch's place in the barracks; his muscles quickly relaxing against his slightly uncomfortable but familiar bed with a deep sigh. Yeah, soulmate's body swapping was a horrible idea. Well, to be fair, he hadn't exactly had a bad time in the woman's body; it was kind of nice to have a whole day to himself for once, and his soulmate had a nice small apartment in the outskirts of town. It was quiet there, in what he discovered was Erian, an outer-rim neutral planet with numerous lakes and waterfalls; and he had had hours to think about her. He was more concerned of what she was doing in his body.

She seemed like an everyday natborn at first; small cute place, friendly neighbours, and with what he asumed to be a normal job by the uniform with a cafeteria's logo. She didn't have any remarkable features, though that didn't say she wasn't attractive; she was just plainly pretty. Normal pretty. Black wavy hair, dark eyes, a cute nose and a very short height. It wouldn't be the kind of girl Crosshair would see passing by in Coruscant and think "fuck, she's hot"; but more of a "she's cute" if she showed some interest towards him. Crosshair was perfectly happy with that. He wasn't exactly a handsome man either –at least, not in the way both Hunter and Tech were–; he just had something attractive about him, he guessed, and that was perfectly fine. As they say, looks weren't everything; Crosshair would pick a standard beauty girl with a personality than a hot woman that bored him to death. And he was easily bored.

For that reason, he felt surprised, but relieved, when he found the case of a rifle inside his soulmate's bedroom closet; it wasn't as advanced at his, but it was advanced, and the sniper felt inmediately more attracted to whoever she was. A girl with that had to have some feisty side on her, if only a little. Crosshair wasn't looking for a replica of himself –that would be too much attitude in the same room–; just someone who could hold her own and stand against him. He suddenly felt more curious and –dare say– excited to meet her.

Showering was without doubt a weird thing. Crosshair had to get himself naked in her soulmate's body; boobs perfectly visible –and what could he say, he couldn't stop looking at them– and every curve, scar and mole exposed to his eyes. He tried not to linger too much; an uncomfortable guilt following him around until he got dressed again in her pijamas.

When he went to bed that night, he was glad to know he wouldn't have to experience being her ever again, impatient to being in his own body at last. He had the fleeting hope that the woman wouldn't get them both killed right before he closed his eyes.

(•••)

Tech had showed him a video of her soulmate as himself in their last mision on Ilya and Crosshair couldn't help the proud smirk that crept onto his face. She was quick with the trigger and had a good form; and had done a good job being him, luckily. His brothers had retelled him every single detail about that day; how she had fooled them at first, her outstanding work in the battlefield, her hesitance for seing the rest of him and the impressions they had got of her.

"I like her. She's cute and smiley, but she can definitevely be totally serious and playfull as well" had been Wreckers word, followed by Hunter's quiet opinion.

"You'll like her" he had just confirmed, no doubt in his voice, and then there was only Tech left.

"I agree. Your love for weapons and rifles would probably bring you closer. She's an atractive woman, kind but firm and determined. She seemed to have a good sense of humour and what people usually refer to as "banter". I asked for her comm number and residence in case you wanted to contact her."

Crosshair hummed uncomitedly and turned to Hunter, eyebrow shooting up to his forehead.

"Think we can make a visit next time we finish a mission, Sarge?"

Hunter seemed surprised; and honestly, Crosshair was a bit surprised with himself too. But he wanted to meet her, face to face this time. He was intrigued, just that; that's what he kept telling himself, at least.

"I'm sure we could refuel in Erian next time a mission takes us to the Outer Rim, right Tech?" he answered, nochalantly.

Tech was quick to reply.

"Erian's status as a neutral system and a common planet for multiple space lanes makes it a good place to refuel indeed".

Hunter patted Crosshair's shoulder.

"There you go, lover boy" he taunted, and chuckled with his brother's annoyed and exasperated expression.

It was good to have him back.

(•••)

Athena was just drying her dishes with a towel when someone knocked at her door. She shouted a quick "coming!" from the kitchen before quickly finishing her job and receiving her visitant; inmediately freezing in the entrance of her house when she saw who was wanting to see her.

"Crosshair?" she asked, surprised.

He only nodded in amusement. It had been two weeks since the body swap.

"Yeah, it's the real me this time" he answered, a hint of sarcasm hiding in his voice, making the woman chuckle before stepping to the side.

"Please, come in" she offered, the sniper quickly following and closing the door behind him "And in my defense, I did a good job being your impostor".

Crosshair hummed and slowly leaned against the kitchen's counter. Athena thought he looked even taller having him in front of her in her own body now; and his expressions more practiced and collected. He was sexy.

"And I'd lie if I said I wasn't surprised with that" he answered, examining her with his intimidating gaze. "Where did you learn snipping?"

She shrugged humbly.

"Trained for years. I was part of the army of Erin not too long ago. Retired after an injury and I'm living the normal citizen live since then."

Crosshair remembered the scar on her knee, and the way her step had felt slightly unbalanced.

"Knee?" he wanted to confirm.

Athena blushed, the question reminding her of the fact that he had seen her naked as well. Knew what she felt and looked like.

"Maker, i can't believe you've already seen me naked and we've just oficially met" she chuckled, feeling slightly akward and embarassed, in contrast with Crosshair's satisfied smirk.

"Well, so have you" he pointed out, his tone turning to a cheeky seductive thing "I hope you've found everything your taste".

Athena laughed and, to his satisfaction, nodded; not trying to hide her opinion of him. She was the brutally honest kind of girl.

"You have some good equipment" she conceeded, eyes momentarily travelling downwards whith a grin perched on her face.

Crosshair snorted and stared at her, trying to find more about his soulmate; while she tilted her head in intrigue and smiled.

"So, decided to come see your soulmate with your own eyes this time?"

Crosshair shrugged and diverted the acussation. He didn't want to admit that.

"I've got good eyes" he replied, nochalantly, instead.

Athena hummed and slowly stepped closer to him; caging him against the counter.

"Mm. And a very kissable face, too".

The clone arched an eyebrow.

"Is that so? That your way of asking me to kiss you?" he pointed out the obvious, just to watch her struggle and blush.

Athena didn't give him the chance.

"That's your decission to make, Mr. sniper" she shot back.

Crosshair rolled his eyes.

"Please, don't call me that. If we start with the cheesy nicknames shit I promiss I'll vomit all over your very clean floor. It would be a shame, really".

Athena laughed and closed the last step; seductively sliding her hands down his chest until she could hook her thumbs in his waistband.

"Well, there's only one way to shut me up" she tempted him.

Crosshair wasn't famous for resisting temptation; and he definitively wasn't bored.

THE END.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

AND THAT'S OUR LAST BOY CROSS! WITH THAT WE FINISH OUR SOULMATE AU SERIES FOR OUR FAVOURITE SEXY BACTH.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU'VE LIKED IT! AND AGAIN, IF YOU CAN REBLOG, MUCH APRECIATED.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE NEXT, SO I GUESS I'LL BE TAKING A BREAK TIL THEN. I WELCOME ANY REQUEST OR PROMPT YOU MAY HAVE, GIVE IT TO ME! I CAN WRITE ANYTHING :)

OH, AND IT'S 2024 NOW, SO HAPPY NEW YEAR!

(ALSO, I ACCEPT TUMBLR RECOMENDATIONS OF BB -OR ANY CLONES- STORY IF U HAVE THEM).

Xx,

Sky.

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poledancingdinos · 4 months ago

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Girls' Night Out - Chapter 20

Pairing: Sy x OFC (Amber Hamby)

Word count: 2.1K

Warnings: smut, oral (F), sex

Catch up: Series Masterlist

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The night came to a close at the reasonable hour of 2 am. By then most of Sy and Amber’s family had gone back to the motel in town leaving only a couple of loudmouth soldiers and Amber’s friends who were stubbornly ignoring their fatigue to make the most of their time in the States.

Like the first time they’d visited Georgia together, the happy couple stayed in the guest house. There would have been more than enough room for others to stay with them but as Sy had joked — not incorrectly — there was no way in hell that they would both manage to stay quiet.

After saying goodbye to everyone, they began the walk back to the house. The dogs were prancing around in the tall grass, completely unbothered by the fact that it was the middle of the night. Amber still hadn’t put her shoes back on and the soft blades tickled her feet.

Sy quietly trailed behind her, holding her hand and watching the way her hair shone in the moonlight. Every now and then she would giggle and call out to the four excited pups zooming around them. He was sure he was sporting a ridiculously goofy grin himself but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

When they reached the porch steps, he tugged on Amber’s hand, spinning her around with little yelp. Before her body collided with his, he bent down, sweeping her legs up and holding her to his chest. She kept quiet, biting her lip as she looked up into his eyes. Sy didn’t look away, confidently climbing the steps and pulling open the screen door. He slowly lowered her until her toes touched the ground, his face hovering less than an inch above hers.

“You look so beautiful, darlin’. You chose that dress damn well.”

“Thank you, Nathan. You look pretty good yourself. You’re so handsome in that suit, you had me crying within seconds of seeing you up there at the end of the aisle.”

Sy’s hand moved up her waist, trailing over her bare arm and shoulder before settling under her chin.

“I’m sorry I made you cry… twice,” he whispered.

“I’ll forgive you,” she answered, “but just this once since it’s our wedding night and all.”

Sy bent down so their lips were brushing together ever so slightly. It was Amber who closed the rest of the gap and sealed her lips with Sy’s. The kiss was slow and deep, their bodies pressed together completely. Sy’s hands found the round globes of her ass, squeezing through the silky skirt of her dress.

“I know ya ain’t takin’ my name but for tonight, you’re Mrs. Syverson,” he declared.

“With the way it sounds, falling from your lips in that drawl of yours, you might just convince me to change my mind.”

Sy made a sound that was only comparable to a growl before he bent down, lifting Amber over his shoulder. Sy brought his hand down on her ass, a loud crack echoing through the silent house followed by a surprised yelp.

With wide strides, Sy crossed the lounge, making his way to their bedroom. Having only gotten to Georgia two days prior, Sy had so far been sleeping in the main house and had let Amber take over the guest house as her bridal suite. She had apparently used the opportunity to make a few improvements.

The bed was stripped of its regular blanket which was folded in a corner with a stack of extra pillows. The fitted bed sheet looked brand new and looked to be made of a soft and high-quality material. Sticking out from between the mattress and the frame was a set of black restraints and on the nightstand was every sort of toy he could picture himself using.

“Damn, woman, you’ve been busy.”

Sy set Amber on her feet, straightening up to see her devilish grin.

“I couldn’t leave my husband unsatisfied on our first night of the marriage, could I?"

“I don’t need anythin’ but you, Mrs. Syverson.”

Sy lowered his head, kissing the side of her neck. His hands caught her hips, gently turning her so her back was to him. He carefully unfastened her dress, nipping the flesh of her ass as he lowered it down then placed it over the back of the armchair in the corner.

It crossed Sy’s mind that it would make a good perch to watch Amber use the toys on the nightstand while begging for the relief of his cock but he set that idea aside for later. When he turned around, he caught his wife unabashedly ogling his backside.

Under her dress, all Amber had on was a pair of white lace panties which showed off her smooth skin below. Her breasts were on full display, her nipples pebbling under his heated gaze. Sy began unbuttoning his shirt and tilted his head towards the bed.

“Sit on the edge for me. Legs open and heels on the mattress.” She obeyed immediately, sitting on the edge with her back to Sy. She glanced at him over her shoulder in time to see his shirt hit the floor.

“Eyes front, Mrs. Syverson.”

She bit her lip, smiling at his tone which was loving yet dripping with calm authority. The metal of his belt clicked as he undid it and soon the whole thing fell to the rug with a muffled thud.

It took a few more seconds of Amber’s patience before Sy came into view holding two pillows. The thinnest one was placed under the small of her back while the other, thicker one was placed under her shoulders and head so she could lay back comfortably but still see her husband.

Sy’s fingers trailed down her ribs and slipped under the thin white fabric. With a quick tug, the lace tore apart exposing her folds. He lowered himself to his knees, smoothing his hands over her toned thighs while sucking deep hickeys into her skin but never getting close to where she needed him most. She attempted to guide him with a hand on the back of his head but the stubborn captain didn’t break.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy of yours but you don’t get to come until you can repeat your weddin’ vows for me. Can you do that Mrs. Syverson?”

“Nathan, baby, anything, just please give me your mouth.”

Sy snaked his arms under Amber’s thighs so his hands rested on her stomach. He flattened his tongue and ran it along the length of her folds, tasting her arousal.

“Oh my God, Nathan!” The light touch had Amber’s hips bucking off the bed. Sy’s large hands took hold of her ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed until she was practically falling off. Amber was so lost in the feeling of his lips wrapped around her clit that she forgot his command. Her legs were already shaking as she struggled to hold her position.

Sy pulled back for a second, leaving Amber to express her disapproval with a whine. He carefully took hold of one ankle, placing it on his shoulder then did the same with the other to give her something sturdier to lean against rather than slipping off the sheet.

His hand shifted to a bruising grip on her thing while the other moved up to play with her breasts.

“Start talking, darlin’.”

Amber began to recite the words she’d so carefully crafted over the last few weeks. Luckily she had practiced them over and over but as Sy continued his work, her sentences grew choppy and she stammered over her words.

“My dearest Nathan, I thought I had made a happy life for myself before we met but I now know that it’s only with you that I am truly content. From the moment my eyes found you across that bar, I couldn’t look at anyone or anything else. I could tell that you were someone special. Someone more than just a handsome, brooding stranger.

“Though I may not fall asleep in your arms every night or wake by your side every morning, I know that you are always there for me. Sometimes I am alone, but I am never lonely. I can feel your love for me whether you are by my side or we are oceans apart.”

Amber’s legs closed around Sy’s head and she made a conscious effort not to suffocate her new husband between her thighs.

“Oh my god, Sy! I’m gonna…”

“Not yet, Mrs. Syverson. Finish your vows.” Sy pinned her thigh open with a firm hand, nipping at the tender flesh.

“I know our little family is unconventional, so was our path getting here, but there is no doubt in my mind that you are the only one for me. Every time I look at you I’m overwhelmed with the love I see in your eyes.”

Feeling her about to explode despite all her efforts to hold back, Sy substituted his mouth for his fingers. His thumb traced lazy circles over her clit as he helped her finish the final lines.

“I promise to love you as unconditionally as you love me.” Sy plunged two thick fingers in her core and sucked hard on her clit. “Oh! I— I promise to always give you a safe place to c— come home to. I pro— promise to stand strong by your side, fuck! Throughout everything life may throw at us because when we are together, we can brave any storm! Oh my god!”

Amber’s walls fluttered around his digits, her entire body shaking. Sy admired the sight, relishing in his favorite show. He loved the way she let go, head tipped back, mouth agape and spilling absolutely filthy sounds and her breasts heaving with every breath.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I ever saw, ya know that?” he said, bending down over Amber and slipping a hand under her back. He gave her a languid kiss before lifting her off the bed and placing himself under her in the middle of the mattress.

“First night we met you took me just like this, you remember?”

“How could I forget?” She bit her bottom lip, tipping her head to the side. “A handsome hunk fucks my brains out? There’s no forgetting that.”

Sy groaned, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. “Hmm, My wife says the sweetest things.”

Amber lifted her hips, taking hold of Sy’s throbbing erection and lining herself up. She brushed the tip through her folds, coating it in the evidence of her earlier release before sinking down to the root.

Sy’s hands traveled over every inch of skin within reach, teasing her peaked nipples and administering a shameless spank on her ass cheek. Her hips undulated above him, pulling off until just the tip remained before slamming back down.

“Get over here,” Sy whispered, tangling his fingers in Amber’s hair and pulling her lips to his. His wife repositioned quickly then continued to move while grinding her clit into his pelvis. “That’s it, sweetheart, get yourself off. Wanna feel you milk my cock.”

“Sy, please.”

He took hold of Amber’s hips, helping her move as he met her thrust for thrust. From there it was a frantic chase, both of them working towards their peak. Amber placed open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before her lips brushed the shell of his ear.

“I love you, Nathan. I love you so fucking much. I love you.”

Sy managed two more thrusts before burying himself as deep as possible in his wife, spilling his seed in her wet heat. She ground her hips into his, quickly following him over the edge.

“I love you too, Mrs. Syverson.” He wrapped both arms around her waist, keeping Amber plastered against his front.

“Sy…” she whined, wiggling in his hold. “We’ll get the sheets all sticky.”

Sy nudged her cheek with his nose, silently requested that she lift her head enough to look into his eyes.

“Not letting you go, darlin’. I’m gonna hold my wife on our weddin’ night, sheets be damned.”

“You know, I’ll still be your wife tomorrow right?” she teased. “And the night after that and the night after that?”

He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, placing a tender kiss to her cheek. “I know. And I can’t fuckin’ wait to spend forever with you in my arms.”

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jedifarmerr · 2 years ago

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Pepper Sprout (mini-series)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader/OFC (no physical description, established backstory & personality.)

Premise: Set after the events of the Last of Us Part 1, Joel befriends, then slowly falls in love with Ellie’s teacher.

Rating: E for future chapters (18+ blog)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: some violence at the beginning (guns and blood), language, a tiny amount of drinking, and ambiguous age gap. This is pretty tame...for now.

A/N: Hello! I thought of this series a few months ago while playing the game and I am seriously so excited to finally be sharing it. Currently, this is shaping up to be around 5 or 6 parts? This will include some spoilers (the ending) of The Last of Us Part 1. Reader is related to a character from the Last of Us Part 2, but it's a faceless NPC.

Part 1

The air stunk of dry-rot wood, spoiled food, and flesh. He could practically taste it as if it was sitting on his tongue like a wet fuzzy sock.

Joel was hanging back by the host stand, scanning from salad bar to sundae bar. Finger hovering over the trigger. This fight wasn’t over.

Not yet, anyway.

He’d dealt with enough infected over the years to know that in a horde of this size there would always be an aftershock. Just waiting and watching; somewhere out there - lingering.

But where?

This Golden Corral was a buffet of Cordyceps. A goddamn petri dish. The floor was covered almost entirely in torpor corpses; a dusty gray with sprinkles of crimson from those freshly slain. Florid fungus cobwebbed itself to the walls.

A crack of glass – a screech – echoed throughout the restaurant.

Joel whirled around. Just as the kitchen doors burst open and out flung a spider-crawling stalker. Bingo. Joel jerked his gun, aiming right between its jaundice eyes. The barrel kicked back with a bang, and blew straight through its moldy brain.

Splat.

Its head broke into tiny bits and pieces; blood gushing from the severed neck.

Never one to be too careful, Joel waited a long minute before slinging the shotgun around his back, calling it.

He took a step and immediately winced. His knees were inflamed to the point he could hardly walk. Hobbling to the nearest chair that wasn’t wrapped up in bone-dry veins, he slumped down.

“That was too damn close,” he grumbled at Tommy as he went on massaging his achy joints. Despite the cool weather, he was drenched in sweat. His shirt was completely ruined – soaked through and through with guts.

So much for a day off, and one he could’ve really used. He was completely exhausted. Running on pure adrenaline, and one too many shitty cups of coffee.

The last three weeks had been intense with fall officially here, and the infected beginning their official migration north for winter.

Tommy swaggered over. “11…12…13. 13 of those fuckers, and look at that - barely a scratch. Shit, that’s gotta be some kinda record.” He brought a hand down on Joel’s shoulder and squeezed.

Even with blood smeared along his brow and sweat-greased back hair, Tommy looked unfazed. He actually appeared elated, reveling at the carnage and their ultimate victory.

And fine. Joel could at least admit this was a pretty solid win.

Too bad the bodies still needed to be searched, and god - he was so desperate to get out of here. He gave himself ten second of rest before forcing himself back onto his feet.

“Mike’s gonna be sorry he missed it.” Tommy crouched beside a clicker with a shiv sticking out of its neck. He wiggled the handle loose, and blood oozed from the wound.

But hey - at least the blade was still intact.

“Yeah, right,” Joel scoffed. “That guy owes us big time - that’s for damn sure,” he reiterated for the dozenth time that day.

It was a Tuesday, meaning the on duty patrol for this route was Mike and Eugene. Now, Eugene was actually sick with a nasty case of the flu. So, he could slide, but Mike. Hell no. His excuse was, now get this - his ankle was bothering him.

His goddamn ankle.

While it was probably an old injury flaring up from days of chilly rain, the guy decided it exempted him from the patrol, reciting some bullshit he’d memorized from the handbook.

Seriously, who wastes their time reading that?

Section four of protocol states…blah blah blah. What a fucking nerd. Joel couldn’t stand him before, and this definitely didn’t help.

“Lucky for you, he won’t be joining us for dinner,” Tommy said, as he jingled a few shotgun shells loose from the last in his pile. “Ellie did tell you who’s coming, right?”

Joel flicked his tongue over his lips, and chuckled under his breath. Man, he really should’ve seen that one coming because knowing Tommy: he’d been waiting all day for the chance to slip her in.

Maria and Tommy had been playing cupid, and recently landed on a new target.

Mike’s younger sister, who just so happened to be Ellie’s teacher, and also, a family-friend of Maria’s. It was all a very twisty hodunk small town over here.

“She sure did,” Joel stated. Matter-of-fact. He couldn’t feed the beast, or else it would never end.

Joel checked over the last runner, and pocketed a travel-size bottle of hand sanitizer. Some good that did them.

“And you’re cool with that?” Tommy trailed over to the busted window they came in from. His eyes wide and bright and full of ulterior-motives.

Joel curtly nodded befor climbing on through.

“Guessin’ you would be.” Tommy tapped his fingers against the gun at his side. Joel stared down the end of the street at the McDonald’s; the horses were safely holed up in the Playplace: tied to a support beam for the windy slide. “Thought I remember, you saying you liked her, like as a person.”

“I barely know her,” Joel shot the conversation dead.

He was just telling the truth. The bulk of what he knew came from Tommy and Ellie and whatever people around town said. Always good things. She was like this patron saint of Jackson. Mother fucking Teresa.

And who knows? Maybe she was. Joel had hung out with her a whopping three times: two of which ended up being a complete mess. The first one had ended with her doubled over and hurling outside the Tipsy Bison, choking and gagging out apology after apology. She was a lightweight and supposedly, too much sugar made her sick.

Anyway –

Then, came meet-the-teacher night where he took his turn making a complete ass of himself. It’d been fine until Ellie upped and left to use the bathroom and alone – it was painfully awkward. He’d take the piss for that one. Small talk and pleasantries were never really his forte.

“Well, I’m not gonna say she would be interested, but-”

“Okay, Tommy,” Joel scrubbed a hand down his face and sighed. “I know where you’re going with this, so before you go on and get any ideas. It’s still a no.”

Tommy’s expression dipped into a frown. “But what about -”

Joel held up his hand. “I appreciate it, but I’m just not interested,” Joel let him down easily, but the assurance in his tone left little room for an argument.

Tommy opened his mouth, but quickly clamped it shut. He huffed – defeated. Once again. That was his fifth reject; one for every month Joel had lived here.

Despite the outcome always being the same, Tommy just kept trying. No. No. No. Not even a maybe. Not once. Joel had made his stance pretty clear. Scratch that - translucent. Dating was out; marriage was a hell no. It’s not like his first go-around had been anything to write home about, clearly.

What a crapshoot.

Joel viewed relationships differently than Tommy. His little brother was sickly in love, and good for him, but Joel thought the whole thing was nothing more than another liability.

Why would he risk it?

If he’d never been any good at them in the first place. It always seemed to be the wrong place or wrong time or too late. He’d never been able to get it right, so it was just better off this way.

He was better off this way

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Cleaned up and rested; later that evening, the five of them gathered at Maria and Tommy’s for dinner: roasted meat and rosemary potatoes. Served family-style, just like her mother used to do.

Rory wasn’t here to babble away like usual as he was staying the night at his grandpa’s.

The conversation was otherwise nothing special, mostly centered around the newbies in town. Some whispers about Jackson had spread south, and what had once been three hundred had steadily grown to around four or five. More would probably come spring.

Joel slugged back his beer, and stole a glance at the woman beside him.

She was attractive, and being this close, in this light, he could appreciate her features even more. She was inches from him, and he could smell her perfume? Soap? It was real nice. Fresh and clean and soft and as sweet as her famous nickname.

Lolly.

A childhood nickname that stuck to her like glue.

When he’d first heard it, he’d expected some young girl, barely 18 to be sitting at the bar top.

Not…her; a full-fledged woman.

Sure, she was younger than him, but not by enough to make his stomach curl with cradle-robber shame whenever his gaze lingered for just a moment too long.

Like now.

Joel shook his head, and focused on Ellie, talking about school, and her extreme dislike for their most recent unit.

While school wasn’t mandatory, all the kids enjoyed going. It was only three times a week, and half-days with all age groups coming together on Friday. Younger kids still learned how to read and do basic math, but at Ellie’s age, it was mostly job and life skills. Sometimes people would come and speak about their occupation, other days they learned how to read a map and purify water or currently – sewing.

“Laugh all you want, I almost lost a finger.” Ellie flashed the band-aid on her pointer as proof. Lolly looked slightly guilty, even as she giggled.

“Well, not everyone can be as talented as Lolly over here,” Maria boasted, pointing to Lolly’s little dress. “Let me guess, you made that yourself?”

Lolly’s chewing slowed as she squinted at Maria. She was no dummy; it’d taken her all but a few seconds to sniff out the set up.

She swallowed. “No, actually. This is one Mike brought back from that boutique in the square. I just added a little material here and there, so it would fit.”

Joel’s gaze traveled over the dress, following the flick of her wrist. It was a rusty orange number with big sleeves that reminded him of the 70’s. Even though it was completely impractical, it was also hauntingly cute.

“Still impressive,” Maria insisted, and Lolly clicked her tongue - not playing along.

A moment of silence followed: amplified by the scratch of silverware on porcelain.

“Joel and I had a pretty eventful day, ain’t that right?” Tommy perked up, spearing a cherry tomato on his fork, and popping it into his mouth.

Great, now it was his turn to be buttered up.

“Oh. Trust me, I’ve heard. Everyone in town won’t shut up about it. They keep saying you might be the best patrol we’ve ever had.” A teensy smile teased her lips, and Joel’s tongue immediately became dry toast.

Joel gulped, and waved off her minuscule praise. “Oh, no. It was nothing-”

“Nothing?” Ellie snorted. “Psssh. Sure smelled like something to me.” Ellie wrinkled her nose and shooed away the residual stench.

Goddamn kids and their honesty. At least, Ellie didn’t mention finding him sprawled out on the couch with enough ice packs to drown each leg.

Joel leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Really now? You think you can do better, kiddo?” Joel challenged – light-hearted.

Ellie shrugged – a cocky maybe.

“Guess we’ll be finding out soon enough - 8 months?” Tommy pointed his fork at her.

“9.” Ellie glanced at Joel.

He’d snuck her a few times, and taken her up to the pond for those swimming lessons he promised her. He would surely do it again once it warmed up.

Ellie looked at Lolly, and her brows wrangled up with some sudden thought. “Have you ever been on patrol?”

Maria’s head whipped up as fast as a sucker punch. Lolly eye’s widened, but Joel wasn’t sure if it was Maria’s reaction or the seemingly innocent question itself that caused her to react, but then neither of them said a word.

Joel wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on. He looked at Ellie, then his brother, but Tommy looked just as confused as them.

Lolly must’ve noticed the regret creeping up on Ellie’s face, since she immediately offered her a small grin.

“Believe it or not,�� she said, “I used to go all the time.”

Joel blinked back. What? When?

He’d never seen her name listed in a single log book, and those dated back almost 10 years. Give or take.

While Joel had only been here around six months, he’d never heard anyone talk about it, or anyone ever stopping patrol so young. Most people kept going until they either couldn’t or died. Eugene was like, 70? And he was still out there a couple times a week.

Nobody said anything for a long minute; the silence sat heavy and tense and uncomfortable.

Maria clapped her hands, “Anyone want dessert?”

---

Fluffy chocolate mousse was the answer as the conversation returned to idle nothingness until it was time to go.

While putting on their coats, Tommy offered they walk her home because the streets of Jackson were crawling with crime and all. She’d brushed it off at first, but Ellie insisted.

Turns out, Lolly knew a thing or two hundred on constellations and Ellie used the walk to pick her brain. Joel trailed a step behind them, watching Lolly’s finger trace the blanket of stars.

Lyra. The W – named for some vain queen in Greece. Cassie something or other. Next to it, was her husband. Another C name. Supposedly it looked like a stick figure house, but Joel didn’t see it.

Still, he listened to the sound of her voice; there was something soothing about it.

Sadly, that peace couldn’t last as Mike was out on the front porch. He was chilling on the small swing, downing a beer as if he knew Joel would end up walking her home.

“I was wonderin’ when you’d get back.”

Lolly jumped at the sound of his voice. She’d been so engrossed with Ellie that she’d yet to spot him.

“Ellie. Joel.” Mike spit his name out like a jagged piece of glass. Oh yeah, the dislike was mutual.

Joel drawled out Mike’s name; a little friendlier than usual, just to irk him. “How’s the ankle?” He pointed to the hack job wrapping.

Mike sneered. “Better. Thanks for asking.”

“What’re you doing out here?” Lolly butted in; the words spoken through a tight, nervous-looking smile. She refused to look directly at him or even Ellie for that matter.

“It’s a nice night, don’t ya think? Guessin’ it’ll be the last one for a while, so thought I’d enjoy it. By the looks of it, seems as if you two thought the same.”

Mike glared at Joel with a threat in his eyes: think about touching her and I’ll knock your teeth in. Joel would love to see him try.

Joel wondered if Mike was always this suffocating. If so, maybe that’s why she was still single because who would want to deal with him? Mike was about to square up with a middle-aged man and a 15-year-old girl for what? Walking his sister home?

His adult sister. Nonetheless.

Joel didn’t try to understand it.

Lolly held Mike’s gaze for a moment before turning around with a word. She forced a smile, and it actually looked believable which was slightly concerning.

“Well, uh. Thank you both for walking me home. Ellie, I will see you tomorrow. Joel-”

Mike cleared his throat and the anger seethed from her pores. She squeezed her eyes shut, so tight she nearly burst. Taking a deep breath, she peered back up at Joel. “It was nice seeing you again.”

With that, she spun around and bolted up the steps. Mike didn’t seem to give a fuck, rocking back and forth so slow that the rusty screws gave into a haunting squeal.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Ellie spoke out of the side of her mouth, waving at Mike while taking a step back, then another.

“You read my mind.”

Joel and Ellie booked it down the road.

Fuck, if he would ever go back there again.

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iniziare · 3 months ago

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✵ blade for kafka ofc ;)

Prompt: Send ✵ and my muse will answer // @daybreakrising

Their first impression of your muse: I firmly believe that there was an element of empathy, one for an equal. And the reason I say this, is because of what always stuck out to me with these two 'meeting' for the first time: the fact that she didn't just stick to trying to calm him down with her Spirit Whisper in a more general sense (which she does twice), but she later on and not immediately, targets his mara directly when she says "Listen, don't think about anything at all." That to me, is the first time that she speaks to 'the monster inside' (as thoughts and memories are actively and intricately tied to the resurgence of the mara), without, I don't think, particularly needing to do so as of yet. Nothing seems to inherently indicate that Blade was violent in that moment or on the verge of madness (it seems as though the mara was at bay still as he just woke up), so I think that this is a sign of Kafka's own choice towards him. It's one of soothing, it's one that gives him peace— which isn't a thing done for one you don't have a semblance of 'I feel bad for', towards. But it's not just that, either. It's the fact that she uses words like 'I don't want to' before she tries to still him, the fact that she walks to his side afterwards and not in front of him, and the fact that he bears witness, on some level, to an authentic moment of herself, despite being a very controlled individual. The fact that all occurred around Blade, tells me that one of her first impressions of him was of a man who'd suffered, and suffered still, and she offered him peace. Ergo, empathy.

Current impression: I spoke of trust and faith in terms of Elio, but there is one person that defies those levels, and that's Blade. They've been side by side for much too long for that to be anything less or even anything different, and this is a hill I will quite frankly die on, revive, only to die on it again. And all I need to prove my point (I know that you know what I'll link to), is this moment, even if that's far from the only one. Kafka may lack fear, but she is not a reckless woman, nor does she lack any level of intelligence, she wouldn't throw herself off anything if she didn't know whether she would live. In this scene, Kafka lets herself fall off the side of the building, because she knows someone will catch her. Because she knows Blade will catch her, because guess who can't die? Blade. And the reason this is most evident to me, is because she spreads her arms as to catch the most wind so her fall is slowed, so that he has time to dive (as we see him do), breaking through the air as to reach her. Kafka knows that he'll succeed, and that is rooted in an incredibly deep sense of trust, I'd go as far as to say it's unparalleled, and I think that speaks magnitudes to the level of understanding that they have. Outside of that, at some point, Blade became more than just her partner in work, Blade became a partner in... life, in all aspects of it, to a point where any endeavor without him feels ill-fitting.

Are they attracted to your muse? Yes, and I don't just think in our little belief system, either. I think that Blade plays perfectly into what draws a woman like Kafka in (madness aside for a moment), through sheer disposition and physicality. But I think that's not really surprising or much of a revelation. But that attraction could just exist without getting enriched by any level of longing or affection. But, well, that line definitely got crossed, so I can add a bit more to this: but yes she is. There are numerous traits that she gets to see in ways that others don't, such as his dominance, that all-encompassing nature rooted in passion of Yingxing (do I remember correctly?) that seems to persist avidly in Blade when caught within that infinitely more intimate dynamic, the manners, the restraint that is so difficult to keep lodged within the palm of a hand, and so it's just little touches— all of these things play into such attraction. She is like a moth drawn to a flame that never burns her, but serves to warm her each time that she draws near; he's almost addicting and yet he's not an addiction. Also yes, I fully realize I went entirely off-topic but she took the reigns and absolutely went with it, I don't cross her.

Something they find frightening about your muse: I don't need to elaborate on how 'frightening' isn't quite fitting, but something she actively looks at with anguish in some way? His goal within the Stellaron Hunters: his wish to die, to find peace. It's something that she's... I don't know if 'come to understand' is quite fitting, but she hears it, she knows it, she'll stroke her fingers through his hair in the morning, knowing that she might not be able to do it until the end of her days. That's what she anticipates, as much as she's... able to anticipate such a thing.

Something they find adorable about your muse: The way he seems to humor her in all things mundane and seemingly trivial. The way he'll try sweets that she'll bring or would have asked SW to bring back for her from Penacony or wherever else, the way he might join her to the cinema and watch a film that might even be so corny, that his eyes could roll all the way back into his skull. Just, the fact he seems to do things because she asks him to; don't think she doesn't notice, Bladie.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours? Correct me if wrong, but I think he wouldn't allow her to in his current state. And to be fair, I also don't think she, practically, would as things stand now. Not because she wouldn't want to, but because it would be stupid to, for her death would be permanent while his wouldn't be. But if the tides were even? Yes, she would.

Would my muse go on a date with yours (platonic/romantic)? She already has, and on multiple occasions (both platonically and romantically). Although, the latter only as of much more recently— even if maybe on a rare occasion, a past platonic outing might have touched on something a little more intimate.

One word my muse would use to describe yours: All-encompassing.

Would my muse slap yours if they could? A lady who harbors some level of romantic feelings for a man would absolutely never do such a thing.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours? Yes to both, but especially the latter. But when it comes to the former, it's not really much of her thing, and it's really mostly in a receptive manner. With which I mean she enjoys the lingering sort of 'embrace', whether it's an arm around her while walking, or an arm around her in the morning, but she's not exactly one to wrap her arms around his neck if he were to lean down and embrace her, not even during a kiss. It's not a lack of interest in physical intimacy of any kind, not at all, it's just not her... style.

#kafka. [ we believe that existence has meaning; but that meaning is bestowed by ourselves. not by choices. ]#kafka: little notes. [ the mara's tether is in her grasp. she will not pull it before the designated time. nor shall she relinquish it. ]#daybreakrising #kafka: bladie. [ i long for you; i who usually long without longing; really and utterly long for every bit of you. ] daybreakrising.#christ; this tag kills me every damn time i use it.#HI LAURI.#/will smith pose.#enjoy.

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catierambles · 2 years ago

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Apostles Ch.5

Pairing: August Walker x Angela Warren (OFC)

WC 1844

Warnings: Naked sexy times Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

@summersong69 , @teamfan7asy , @geralts-yenn , @peaches1958 , @ouroboros113 , @brattymum96 , @henryownsme

yeah it's been a month since the last update, I got distracted

August heard the shower run for a while before turning off, but she didn’t come out of the bedroom. Getting up from the computer chair, he was locked out of all of the major systems on the computer anyway; he walked into the bedroom to see her laying on her stomach on the bed, wrapped in a towel and scrolling through her phone, her feet kicking gently in the air. Her hair was made dark by the water, hanging in damp ropes around her shoulders, already starting to curl.

“Shower’s free.” She said, not looking up at him, and he hummed at her in response. The memory of the kiss he gave her made his lips tingle and he walked around the bed, reaching out and encircling her ankle lightly with his fingers, her gasp soft in his ears. Her skin was still wet, droplets gathering against his hand as he pushed his palm down her leg, splaying his fingers across the back of her thigh. He repeated this with her other leg and his other hand, her legs falling down as he palmed the backs of her thighs, pushing just under the towel before dragging back down again. “Fuck.” She sighed and he felt a small, predatory smile twist his lips. His hands pressed into the mattress as he leaned over her, pulling her hair over one shoulder to bare the other, laying soft kisses against her skin. Looking over, he saw the hair clip on the nightstand and he grabbed it, gathering her hair into his hand and twisting it up, clipping it against the back of her head securely. Reaching up, he pulled her phone from unresisting fingers and set it on the nightstand, leaning over her again to press his lips between her shoulder blades, her head hanging.

Laying his hands against the backs of her legs again, he pushed them up under the towel, palming her ass and squeezing gently, driving another gasp from her lips. Sliding his hand between her thighs, she gave a low moan as he touched her, running his fingers through her folds and over her slit. His fingers met something hard and he looked down curiously, exploring with his fingertips and feeling the metal barbell running vertically through her clitoral hood.

“Really?” He asked, flicking it with his fingertip the best he was able.

“Shut up.” She sighed and gave a soft squeak as he pressed against her clit with a fingertip, moving against it in circles before pulling his fingers back up to her entrance. He didn’t stop the groan that left his lips as he sank two fingers into her warmth, her head snapping up as a soft sound left her lips.

“So warm.” He whispered, “So soft.”

“Fuck, August.” She said, her legs parting on their own as he started to pump his fingers lazily, curling and dragging them against her inner walls. “Oh god.” Gentle noises started leaving her lips with each push of his fingers inside her, the slide becoming slick and even warmer as he guided her further and further into arousal. Pulling his fingers from her, he turned her over onto her back, yanking open the towel and leaning over her to press his lips to hers hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He felt her fingers at the back of his head, moving through his hair as she returned the kiss eagerly, swirling her tongue against his and making him groan into her mouth. His tongue met something and he pulled away, looking down at her.

“Open.” He said and she grinned, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, letting him see the barbell running through the muscle. “First this one,” He said, cupping his hand between her legs and playing with the piercing there, “Then your tongue. What other surprises do you have for me?”

“That’s for you to find out, isn’t it?” She asked, still grinning at him and he smirked at her before dropping to his knees and pulling her to the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around her thighs as he parted them to fit his shoulders.

“I think this one is my favorite, though.” He said and pulled the piercing between his lips, her fingers running through his hair. Flattening his tongue against her, he dragged it up, letting the metal click against his teeth before pulling it between his lips again. Her fingers clenched in his hair as her breathing started to quicken.

“Fuck, I--”

“What, Princess?” He asked, nuzzling his mouth between her legs

“I’ve thought about this.”

“Have you?” He asked and she made a sound, nodding her head. “You’ve thought about me, my head buried between your legs?”

“Uh huh.”

“My tongue on this sweet pussy of yours?” He gave her a long lick that made her back arch off the mattress.

“Uh huh.”

“You had an advantage.” He said, “You could see me, through surveillance, CCTV, but I could never see you.” Sealing his lips around her clit, he sucked on it gently, flicking his tongue against it. “I didn’t know it was you when you dragged me into the coat closet, but I’m glad it was.”

“Why’s that?” She panted.

“Because I finally got to taste you.” He said and stood, watching her prop herself up on her elbow as he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from his pants and taking it off along with the undershirt. Her teeth bit down on her lower lip briefly as her eyes moved over the wide expanse of his muscular chest covered in hair. “Can I tell you something?” He asked as he moved over her, her hands going to his shoulders, and she nodded. “I’ve thought about this too. Thought about what you looked like, what you tasted like, and Princess…my imagination is shit, because you’re sweeter and more beautiful than I ever thought possible.”

“My August.” She sighed and pulled him down into a kiss, her hands sliding over his shoulders and to his back.

“My Angie.” He murmured against her lips and pushed her further back up on the bed with his hands around her waist, kneeling on the bed as his palms roamed her body, fingers spreading over her skin. He only stopped touching her long enough to pull off his shoes and socks, and then his hands were back on her as she reached down, undoing his belt and palming him through the fabric of his slacks, feeling how he strained against the zipper. He started panting gently against her lips as she stroked him through his pants, pleasure shivering up his spine. He felt as she undid the button fly, dragging the zipper down slowly and easing her hand inside, moving over the smooth material of his boxer briefs. Her hand at the back of his head guided him into another kiss, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip as she moved her fingers up and down his length. "Angie, fuck."

Normally, he took control in these events, but the power balance was shifted decidedly into her favor as she pushed down his briefs, taking him into her hand properly and pumping her palm slowly. Her thumb moved over the wide head, gathering the wetness that had leaked from him and swirling it around, his breath hitching in his throat. His hips started rocking into her hand gently, chasing the feeling of her fingers around him and she slid her hand down, cupping his balls and tugging gently, making his head come up with a gasp, more fluid leaking from him. The feel of the barbell pressing against his neck as she ran her tongue along his skin threatened to undo him.

"Ang. Angie." He gasped, "Stop." He grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from him and looking down at her self-satisfied smirk. He didn't stop her as she pulled her hand from his, her palms pushing down his back and sliding his pants and briefs over the swell of his ass, squeezing. He pushed them down the rest of the way, kicking them off and taking a knee on the bed. Looking down, he saw the piercing glinting at him among her folds and he took himself in his hand, running the head over it and pressing against her clit before moving down to her opening and aligning them. Her hands went to the sides of his face and his eyes met hers as he pushed forward slowly, hearing her drawn-out inhale as he filled her.

"Fuck, August." She gasped, her nails running through the heavy stubble covering his jaw. Her eyes closed as he seated himself fully inside her, his hips meeting hers and he stayed there for a moment, his jaw clenching at the feel of her wrapped around him so warm and so soft. "Move. Please move." Bringing his other knee up, he hooked his hands behind her knees, keeping them spread as he started a slow rock of his hips. Soft sounds left her lips with every push of his hips and he laid over her, sealing his lips to hers.

She could feel how he was restraining himself, could feel it in the hunger of his kiss and the tightness of his shoulders, the way his biceps corded and his jaw clenched.

"August." She gasped, "Stop holding back."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." She said and she could see the storm raging behind his eyes before he nodded.

"Hold onto me, Princess." He said and her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist. His hips surged into her, making her gasp, and then he was pounding into her, the sound of their skin coming together loud in the room. The feel of his girth moving inside her as well as the power of his thrusts made her eyes close tight and he cradled the back of her neck. "Eyes open." He growled and she opened her eyes, meeting his and seeing a darkness that made her shiver. "Mine." He said gruffly and she nodded. His kiss was all teeth and tongue when she pulled him into it and he started panting against her lips. "Fuck."

"Just a little further, don't stop." She whimpered and he nodded, ducking his face under her chin to mouth along her neck, his tongue running over her skin. Her hips rocked against his, meeting his movements with her own and the coil that had been building in her lower stomach snapped, her back arching up into him as probably one of the strongest orgasms she's ever experienced washed over her. Soft grunts and groans started leaving him as she pulsed around him and with one heavy thrust, he seated himself in her to the base, spilling inside her with a groan, his eyes rolling back.

"Mine." He said again, panting into her neck and she ran her fingers through his hair, pressing her lips to the side of his face.

"Yours." She said and felt him smile against her skin.

#henry cavill #august walker #apostles #my writing

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obitobi-simp · 2 years ago

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fanfiction idea

baisicly kaeya and diluc have 2 asowem dads (idk if u squezz ur eyes and try realy hard u coud turn it into crepus x pierro but not the point)

Okay so imagen this pierro is kaeyas dad he drops him off in dawn winery but not sboned him in the rain

Araving at night telling kaeya to stay and listen to crepus kaeya crying pierro staying for the night but then leaving befor kaeya waks up

Crepus explains the situation

C: diluc this is kaeya he will stay with us for a while

D:why ?

K: yaeh why ?(still was told the 'lie' of being a spy)

Pierro and kaeya will write letters, crepus and diluc once saw one close and and thay thought kaeya coudn't write but it was actuly a diffret languiege in codes.

Since i hc khaenri'ah with a diffret calender than that of tyvat, once a year on kaeyas khaenri'ahan bday pierro will drop by give kaeya a gift and leave agin or if he realy realy can't come he will send extra gift with an i am sorry letter

When pierro woud stay for the night

One time kaeya pretends to be sick so pierro woud stay longer

Kaeya and diluc share there 18th bday yaeh yk where this is going

Evrything is the same pierro not there yet

When varka dottore and eroch have alrady done what thay did in the weebtoon pierro showes up and is like

''Yaeh i saw somthing complitly diffret care to explain ? " it is thaen that diluc and kaeya realyse kaeyas dad is a fatui harbinger the 1st/no.0

Now this dottore is in deepshit

Famaly is very important pierro has aczepted diluc as famaly and kaeyas foster brother /sworn brother and pierro knowes kaeya calls crepus dad when he thinks no one is auround

D:jester what a suprise I haven't expected to see you here in mondstadt

K:*sticks his tunge out and gives dottore the finger behind pierros back*

D:have some respect u son of bitch

P: i was viseting my sons for there 18th birthday *gives kaeya and diluc a blue and read box * Now who are u calling a bitch ? Do u think i am a bitch dottore? D: no ofc not sir K: No one insults my mother and will get away with it*pissed has cryo blade in hand* Luc: No one isults my brothers perants espacaly not u fatui scum P: since u are still usefull to the fatui u have a day to run P: until crepus is awake agin and well i will take care of both boys V: i have a few questions first P:*painfuly kills eroch* shur what do u want to know ? V: how ? K: lol tyvat dosen't even have a hospital ofc no one here knowes the baisics P: kaeya we talked about this. To put it simple i was around and saw evrything i called one of my best healers to check for brain activaty. Don't worry diluc ur father will make it he certanly won't be able ta walk agin but he will live. He is home resting D:leaves * P: *in khaenri'ahan * kaeya he has taken good care of u it's time to retun the favor

In the mansion kaeya diluc pierro and adeline are waiting for crepus to wake up when pierro notices crepus waking up he get diluc to get food leaving kaeya alone with crepus

With pierro and diluc

Pierro apolegises and thanks diluc for watching out for kaeya and excuse kaeyas somtins stange behavior with that kaeya is very mistrusting and hates the archons but diluc managed to win kaeyas trust and that diluc is one of the few things kaeya can love and trust in tyvat

With crepus and kaeya

Kaeya notices crepus waking up

"DAD are u okay can u hear me ?"

Kaeya screems for evryone to come crepus wakes up and huges his baby boys who cry cuz thay are so glad he is well crepus lives a few mins befor he dies kaeya and diluc start hating dottore more

Pierro knowing he can't stop tham gives tham a paiper that allowes tham to enter zyoply palace when thay are done hunting dowen dottore and his clones and leave shneznya unharmed

The other harbingers woud't dare tuch the jesters son and his brother

"A few ruls don't ruin imprtant projects. When u see columbina leave . When i see blood on ur cloths u will be graunded and if it's not ur owen idc if u both are now adults Kaeya u get 2 extra ruls *in khaenri'ahan * stay the fuck away from the abyss don't get diluc there. No abyssel powers u can keep the delusion u snached but if i see u with an abyssal goseple u are grunded till u turn 300"..."Can i through dottore in the abyss ?" "Fine only 5 i need the rest"

Thay go on a 2/3 year hunt for the fatui and kaeya saved there asses a few times with the ''do u know who my father is?" card thay stayed woth pierro for a night befor he retuned tham to mondstadt

Kaeya became horseless cavalary captain and diluc knowing the what the knights woud do has no intrest he is kinda mad at kaeya but not for long

Pierro let tham keep there delusions (kaeya has more then 1 but diluc dosen't need to know that)

Random one day diluc asks him about kaeyas home after travler and asks if kaeya is like tham since kaeya comes byoned tyvat too

Kaeya tell diluc what truly happned during the cataclysem and almost get a panic attack cuz trauma .diluc" Don't worry i will protect u if barbados woud ever try to kill u witch he won't cuz if he wanted he woud have done that alrady "

kaeya "hmmp u don't understand for the people of mondstadt it's been 1000 years since the anmo archon was seen but for me it wasn't even an 8th of that time "

D"do u want to talk more about it ?"

K "That ia a terable idea ! Have u heared of forbiden knowlige? I can get lisa to explain it she studied is sumeru she knows more than i do but what i know is saying anything that falls under forbiden knowlige will have consequenses...oh and befor i ferget i realy don't mind drinking with venti it's actuly reather funny guiltriping him in buying me drinks "

D: " that's a bit crule don't u think ?"

K"not cruler that what he did"

D: (Ô - Ô)

K: just kidding sheesh can't take a joke ? Here i thought the dark nightbhero woud have more humor

D"while we are at it whar coud u find out ? About the abyss order i mean"

K"nothing to much only 2 names one being fake"

D:"What makes u think that ?"

K:" dain slef "

D".."

K: it means dead legacy u can't sirusly tell me +500 years ago somone woke up and chose to name there child dead legacy DEAD LEGACY WHO DOSE THAT ?!"

D: Dosen't ur name mean flower ?

K:yes and no the sumerian version kaeya means monsoon flower then there are 3 other variants kaja(saied like kaeya) witch means jackdaw it belongs to the corbus famaly and is from my perants fav story of a peackook and jackdaw falling in love my stella fortuna pavo cocilus means peackook eye"

D:so u finnaly agre birds are real?

K :tf no there us no way birds are real there story makes no sense

D: WHY AM I EVEN TRYING ?!😒😩why is khaenri'ah so wird

K: it's not! Tyvat is wierd as shit u have words like failuer and vacation and give up or pumpkin what even is that ? Souds like somthing i woud name my puppys as a child

D:kaeya we can't sirusly have this argument agin !

Yah that's it . all fluff with a bit of angst

Do u think diluc will tell dain kaeya and his dad exsist ?

Thanks for reading so far

#khaenri'ah #kaeya alberich #pierro genshin #platonic diluc and kaeya #crepus ragnvindr #ragbros #Pierro is kaeyas dad #kaeyas father #fanfic #drabble #fluff fluff fluff #idk what else to put in the tags #idk what this is

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inkedmyths · 2 years ago

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S1: E9 "Home"

Alright its been almost a month time to stop procrastinating this

Ohhh ~crunchy~ video quality

Oh a classic monster in the closet situation

Surprised the lady didn't get like dragged in right then and there

Its wild bc obviously in real life there's never anything in the closet but this is Supernatural in which case ofc there's something

Its not rats! Its something worse!

THE CHAIR. ITS MOVING. RUN KID

WAIT WINCHESTERS

H U H

0oh Sam and his ~prophetic dreams~

Me when someone's trying to talk to me as I'm drawing

Sam I feel like you should just say you're having spooky dreams

THERE we go

Dean did not sign up for his little brother being a psychic

Dean shut up its road trip back home time. Bitch.

THE CAMERA. THE MUSIC. THE DRAMA. This is so funny SPN is a soap opera actually

[ Crepe says that no one can handle Sam's bs in a calm and controlled manner. My opinion is no one can handle any of the Winchester's bullshit in a calm and controlled manner. ]

Awkward but I mean ok

Waiting for the kid to say "There's something in the closet"

YEP

Bros just yelling at each other bc they are so normal about this

Dean is so so bad with his feelings huh

[ Kayla asks if I am just realizing this. I am not. I was merely repeating a statement of observation. It seemed relevant. ]

Walks away bc he didn't want Sam to see him showing an emotion

NOT THE FUCKING CYMBALS MONKEY

NOOOOO

NO DONT STICK YOUR HAND

Oh I am not watching the screen no thank you

[ Kayla finds this reaction funny because "We've all been there". This is fair. And I know the man is just trying to do his job. However, he is, unfortunately, in an episode of Supernatural. If you are a random background character in an episode of Supernatural, you should never stick your hand in a thing that has many sharp blades. ]

I know where this is going to go

YEP EURGH arm smoothie

DUMBASSES THEY'RE PRETENDING TO BE COPS INVESTIGATING THEIR OWN DISAPPEARANCE

I feel like they would get farther is they just walked up to people and said WE'RE SAM AND DEAN

[ Melon says that we should play a drinking game, in which every time Sam and Dean do something stupid, you take a sip of a drink. Forst of all, I am still a year away from being able to consume alcohol legally. Second of all, this sounds like a surefire way to get alcohol poisoning. ]

Oh ofc. Psychic time.

"Your wife if crazy about you!" Turns around "His wife is banging the gardener" Incredible

LMAO CALLING DEAN A GOOFY LOOKIN KID

Oh shes good. Interesting

Sam as she's yelling at Dean is just :D

This poor lady its not her fault that the guy got blended

Yes something is starting. A TV show

UH OH

Is it giving the kid juice. Whats the deal

Oh its shutting him in the FRIDGE

UH OH

THE FRIDGE

MA'AM BEHIND YOU THE FRIDGE

OPEN THE FRIDGE

Thank god

NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED

She's so much smarter than either of the bros

I have a sneaking suspicion the firey spirit is their mom or something

[ It is at this point that Crepe has no concept of how not to spoil an Ep and says I'm right. I figured, the plot beats seemed obvious, but come ON. The less you spoil the funnier my reactions will be. Let me enjoy my incredible powers of prediction in due time. ]

Oop there goes the lamp

Uh oh there is attenpted murder via flying objects

WOAH

Flashy light

MISSOURI MA'AM ARE YOY OKAY

Oh good

Holy cow that was something

SORRY ABOUT YOUR HOUSE THE GHOST DID NOT LIKE US

GET THE MOP AND DONT CUSS AT ME

There's like 10 minutes left what's gonna happen next

SHAKING

Is Sam outside oh yep there's the bros

go go go

FLAMING FIGURE

Oh bye bye Sam

DOOR SHUT how drama

Oh hes just getting punted

OH HI

Ur not on fire anymore whats up

Ghost fight! Ghost fight!

Oh yeah tragic sacrifice all that Sam buddy she was already dead

Alright so Sam is on some kind of bizarre spooky journey

AHA. THE BASTARD

YOU. MOTHERFUCKER

OLD MAN WINCHESTER WHATS YOUR FUCKING ANGLE

[ Episode ends. Crepe said it would be funnier if I added in the other's commentary. Kayla agreed. I hope this appeases you both. ]

#on the highway to superhell #sam is psychic or something. good for him! or sucks for him. whichever #obviously there's stuff to be said about the hypercompetent black lady trope but i do like missouri #john winchester looks like someone dragged him out of a dumpster

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sawdusst · 1 year ago

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The Rainmaker Heist Chapter 10 (Coroika Pirate AU) ⚓

damn, we're on the last chapter :((( this won't be the end end ofc, I'll still make posts about the pirate AU if I have ideas but dang :00

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who's read this far! Thank you so much for your support and sticking with me for this long. I had fun writing this chapter!

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Word Count: 1,910 + some edits

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[go right]

Gloves made a sharp turn towards the right, his running beginning to slow down from weariness. His running began to slow down from wearines. He heard a familiar voice from behind him.

“Hey! Captain! Need a hand?”

Gloves perked up, looking over his shoulder. His face lit up with excitement. “Clips!”

Gloves slowed his run to a walk. Clips caught up to him, offering to take the Rainmaker.

“I think we lost them, for the most part,” Clips explained, “We should keep going, just because they aren’t following us doesn’t mean they’re gone. I splatted that inkling from earlier, but I doubt she’ll stay down for long.”

Gloves nodded. He drew his pair of dualies. “Then let’s not waste another second! You go on ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Swiftly, the two continued down the street. The golden hour sunset peeked at them through the cracks of the buildings.

“I wonder how Half Rim and Straps are doing,” Gloves said aloud as they hurried along.

As the two continued to run, Gloves could swear he heard footsteps following closely behind them. He skidded to a stop, looking around but seeing no one was around him.

Gloves looked around cautiously, he took a hesitant step forward. “Clips, something’s not right— I think—”

Before Gloves could even finish his sentence, there was a sharp blast of cold wind. Vintage dashed in front of Gloves, popping out of some other alleyway. Gloves could barely process what happened. A ballpoint splatling was driven into his stomach. Gloves gasped as he was hurled backwards and thrown against a wall.

Gloves winced, crumpling to the ground. He coughed up ink and stumbled to his knees.

“Captain!” Clips exclaimed, turning around.

“Don’t worry about me!” Gloves snapped, “I got this, just keep going! I’ll catch up, I promise!”

Clips took a step backwards. “But Captain, what about—”

“Just go!” Gloves winced, wiping green ink onto his sleeve.

Clips nodded hesitantly, before turning around and running away.

Vintage scoffed, dropping the ballpoint splatling at his side.

“How pathetic,” he said, dusting his hands off. He brushed aside his black coat, revealing the sheath of a sword. He drew a silver cutlass, pointing it towards Gloves. “I won't even need a splatling to finish you off.”

“Really? You’re bringing a knife to a gunfight?” Gloves almost laughed, “How do you expect to do anything with that? I could just dodge with my dualies.”

“Then let’s see it,” Vintage mumbled.

Gloves dashed forward, launching a volley of ink at Vintage. Vintage sprinted out of the way. He lunged forward, swinging the sword. Gloves ducked as the blade flew over his head. He quickly rolled to the side, pulling out a splat bomb and throwing it at Vintage. Vintage twirled the sword in his hand. He dashed forward and slashed clean through the splat bomb. The splat bomb burst mid air as Vintage dashed through it.

He swung the blade at Gloves, scratching the surface of his shirt. Gloves staggered backwards as Vintage advanced towards him. Gloves ducked as the blade swiped over his head. Gloves leaned to the side as Vintage lunged forward. The blade of the sword barely grazed the side of his face. He staggered backwards. Gloves quickly rolled forward, raising the dualies and fired another round of ink. Vintage winced as the bright green ink stained his clothes.

“Gotcha!” Gloves exclaimed.

Seizing the opportunity, Gloves sprinted forward and rolled to the side. With a confident smile on his face, Gloves launched a volley of ink towards Vintage.

Just as Gloves approached, Vintage turned around and slammed his foot into his chest with a sharp kick. Green ink splattered on Vintage’s face, but he seemed indifferent to it. Gloves was knocked backwards onto the cobblestone road. He groaned. Vintage wiped away some of the ink staining his face.

While Gloves was still down, Vintage dashed forward. Gloves couldn’t react fast enough as the sword slashed him across the face. Gloves shut his eyes, falling forward as his dualies fell out of his hands.

Gloves scowled under his breath. He wiped away some of the green ink on his face, ignoring the searing pain of the large gash that ran across his face. As he reached for his dualies, Vintage swung the sword again.

Bright green ink splattered against the cobblestone road as Gloves sat there in shock. There was another slash running across his chest in the shape of an X. Gloves could hear his heartbeat in his head, looking down at his hands stained with ink.

Vintage sheathed the sword, picking the splatling back up.

Gloves winced, staggering up and using a hand to prop himself against a wall. As Gloves took a hesitant step back, he could sense the presence of others standing around him. He looked around, seeing silhouettes of other inklings carrying their weapons.

Gloves’ eyes widened with shock.

“It really is a shame,” Vintage scoffed, “The rest of your crew didn’t stand much of a chance against us. All that’s left is to take the Rainmaker back and finish you off.”

“Wha— What did you do with Straps and Half Rim?” Gloves exclaimed. He winced, clutching his arm, “I swear if you—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Vintage responded, raising the splatling, “You should be more worried about yourself.”

Gloves huffed, looking around him. He could feel a sense of dread as he noticed the three other cyan inklings that surrounded him. This was the X Fall.

Gloves hesitated. He picked his dualies back up.

“A dodge roll. I remember reading about something like this. I just need to time this right,” Gloves thought to himself. He took a deep breath. He could see an opening just behind Vintage. All he needed to do was run. Green ink was running down the side of his head, dripping onto the ground. He wobbled a bit.

Vintage scoffed, then turned to leave. “You three finish him off. I think my work is done here. Careful not to splat him, he’ll just respawn back on his ship. I’m going to get the Rainmaker back.”

“Hey!” Gloves exclaimed, “You leave Clips alone—”

Swiftly, all of the other inklings sprinted towards Gloves. There was a sharp blast of wind that surrounded him as the three charged towards him, painting the ground beneath them. Gloves quickly rolled to the side, jumping over the ink bubbles launched from the bloblobber. He jumped up as a volley of ink flew over his head.

Gloves shook off some of the cyan ink that splashed his face. He clenched his teeth, rolling forward. He steadied himself on one knee and fired a round of shots from the dualies. Gloves was standing in the center of a bright cyan X. The other inklings seemed to back off, barely avoiding the volley of ink.

Gloves hauled himself up, turning to escape. Just as he got up, another inkling with light tetra dualies sprang at him. Gloves staggered backwards, shutting one eye as cyan ink was launched at him. He winced, tripping over his own feet.

“I promised Clips & the others I’d meet them at the ship!” Gloves exclaimed, wiping cyan ink from his face, “I’m keeping my promise, so stay out of my way!”

He dashed forward, quickly firing a round of shots and splatting one of the cyan inklings. There was a burst of green ink that splashed the ground.

“He got Double Egg!” One of them exclaimed.

Gloves sidestepped as the nautilus fired another volley of ink towards him. Without a second thought, Gloves quickly turned on his foot and started running as fast as he could.

Gloves couldn’t focus on whether or not the X Bloods followed. He couldn’t even feel the pain from his wounds. He could hear his heartbeat in his head. Gloves sprinted forward, seeing the docks in the distance.

Gloves sighed a breath of relief as he kept going. He could hear the footsteps following close behind him. Gloves looked over his shoulder, turning himself around. He quickly pulled out a splat bomb and tossed it towards the inklings.

The two jumped out of the way as the splat bomb burst into a splash of green ink. Gloves quickly pulled out another splat bomb and tossed another. Without looking back, Gloves turned around and continued down the road.

Gloves turned the corner, hurrying towards the wooden docks. He could see the bare outlines of three green inklings aboard a ship. Gloves sighed a breath of relief, then cupped a hand around his mouth.

“Guys!” Gloves exclaimed. He ducked as cyan ink flew over his head. The three inklings on the ship ran to the side railing.

“Straps! Let’s set sail!” Gloves ordered, “I’ll jump aboard!”

Bright green and cyan ink stained the floorboards of the docks. Gloves spared the X Bloods one more glance, before tossing another splat bomb towards them. Half Rim quickly picked up his splatterscope, aiming it towards the cyan inklings.

Gloves leaned to the side as green ink flew past his head. Gloves looked ahead, he took a deep breath before sprinting towards the ship. Once Gloves reached the edge of the docks, he quickly leapt forward towards the ship. The X Bloods stopped in their tracks.

Gloves landed on the wooden deck of the ship with a loud thud. He rolled to the side and slammed into the main mast. Gloves groaned, lying face-down on the deck. He rolled over onto his back, dropping both of his dualies.

The cyan inklings skidded to a stop at the edge of the dock, watching as their ship slowly drifted out of the docks.

“We lost them!” Straps exclaimed with excitement, “We did it!”

“Holy— Oh my cod,” Gloves winced, closing his eyes, “Is— Is everyone okay? Is everyone here?”

“Are we okay?!” Straps retorted, “What about you?”

The pain was starting to set in now. Gloves could feel a sense of dizziness wash over him. “I think I’ll be fine. Probably— I just need to close my eyes for a little bi—”

Half Rim walked over, jabbing Gloves with his foot. “Hey, no falling asleep just yet.”

Gloves sat up quickly, “Wait a second— Clips, what happened to Vintage? Are you—”

“By the time Vintage caught up to me, I was already almost to the docks,” Clips explained, “I just happened to catch up with Half Rim and I handed the Rainmaker to him while I distracted Vintage.

“I was no match for Vintage, but at least I bought Half Rim enough time to escape,” Clips huffed.

Gloves got a good look at his crew. Most of them were stained with cyan from battles. Half Rim was cleaning his glasses with a cloth, wiping some of the ink off it.

Gloves then looked slightly to the left.

There it was. The Golden Rainmaker.

The shimmering gold was stained with cyan and green ink from their battle. Gloves’ eyes lit up with excitement. Gloves couldn’t get up, his legs were too exhausted for him to move.

“Yeah, the X Bloods probably aren’t too happy about this,” Half Rim commented, “They’re probably going to be seeking us out now... and also every other pirate. But hey, I mean, at least we got it.”

Gloves sighed heavily, “I’m just glad you guys are okay. I don’t think the realization has sunk in yet.” He laid back down on the deck and laughed to himself.

“C’mon Captain, let’s get those injuries taken care of,” Half Rim said, “Then, we’ll figure out what to do next.” He extended his hand and hauled Gloves back to his feet.

~ fin.

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I hope you all enjoyed the final chapter! It's honestly been so fun working on this. I almost filled my writing notebook full of scenes for this. I'm really happy to write this, it's had its ups and downs but I'm overall happy with finishing it :]

I reread the manga for this chapter, I guess I forgot that Gloves and Vintage played Rainmaker. Either way it was coincidental lmao. Fun fact though! Initially I was going to have Gloves fight the S4 or someone else, the choices just ended up boiling down to the X Bloods :"

I have a whole chart of all of the decisions! :D

Also, I might write a bonus chapter :]

Maybe I'll do something like this again sometime. This was fun ^^ Either way I can't wait to write more for this AU, I still have a lot more ideas I want to put together.

Once again thank you all for your support and encouraging me to continue. And a special thank you to @xxbanditoxx for keeping me motivated to work on this and supporting me!!

Have a great day/night! :D

#NOOOOO THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER #crying/pos #writing sploon fight scenes are hard #i had fun experimenting with it though :]#coroika pirate au #thank you for reading!!!!

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