#and yes some of them have made their own requests and we offenders have complied

[cultivating-wildflowers]

it's bad enough that my coworkers regularly vape in the office, but now one of them has a habit of bringing cooked brussels sprouts and eating them at her desk

[perriewinklenerdie]

Late night call (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 1,7 k

Summary: Claire gets fed up with Bloom when he interrupts her evening alone with Ethan.

Warnings: Some heavy flirting, nothing explicit. 

A/N: My two idiots in love spend most of their nights and mornings together and you can’t convince me otherwise. 

With a heavy sigh, Ethan closed the door behind him, letting his bag fall to the ground with a thud. It was well into the evening when he managed to finish up his tasks at the hospital and go home, traffic adding another hour to his driving time. His shoulders fell in relief at the peaceful sight of his home.

Claire turned her head to the side slightly, acknowledging that she heard him coming through the door. The rest of her body remained positioned towards the window, seated on the bar stool, a cup of tea held between her hands, close to her face. It was dark outside, and the lights of the apartment were creating a stark contrast that turned the windows into mirrors, allowing her to observe him without much movement in his direction.

Anticipation buzzed right beneath her skin as she watched him make his way towards her, the distance diminishing with each passing second. She could see the exact moment they would touch, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Her breath got caught in her throat when Ethan slipped his arms around her, hugging her warmly from behind. He nuzzled her neck with his nose, humming softly at the faint scent of his shower gel that lingered on her skin.

“I see that you took full advantage of your day off.” He muttered, pushing the barely hanging on fabric of his shirt off her shoulder, exposing her skin to his ministrations. Paired with a pair of shorts, she looked like she was just waiting for him to come home and do very specific things to her. Which, for the record, was absolutely true.

She almost managed to convince him to stay in that morning, her kisses entirely too enticing, but alas, he went to work. It was her day off, and Ethan openly encouraged her to stay at his apartment, with a vision of coming home to her. With a very wide and very much knowing look, she agreed.

“I would take even more advantages if I had someone to enjoy all those luxuries with.” Claire winked at him through her reflection, successfully bringing color to his cheeks. He shook his head at her antics, tightening his hold on her. “How was your day?”

“About what you’d expect out of the day under Bloom’s thumb. Tiring and entirely too long.” he sighed, rubbing her arms absentmindedly. “He kept shoving his ridiculous ideas down my throat – I almost punched him.”

Claire smiled slyly, turning around in her seat to face him. She stroked his cheek with the back of her finger. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m glad you didn’t punch him, though, you’d damage your hands.” He smirked at her words, dropping his hands to her hips. “Yes.” She nodded at the feeling of him squeezing them alluringly. “Those hands.”

Ethan pushed on her legs gently, creating space for him to stand in. This close to her, he could see very clearly the playful sparks in her eyes and the slight dilation of her pupils. His hands remained placed on her thighs, skin on skin.

“Your texts kept me alive and going today.” he admitted, trying to keep a straight face despite they way her eyebrow shot up teasingly. Before she had the chance to ask, he continued. “Especially that photo of you in my bed.”

Feigning shock, she skimmed her fingers along the seams of his shirt, a smirk blooming on her face. “Ethan Ramsey, did you just admit that you like our suggestive texting?”

“Baby, there’s nothing suggestive about that photo. Or your texts. Your intent is very much clear.” He dropped his voice to a sultry whisper. With his lips against the skin of her neck, he added. “And welcomed.” Her breath caught in her throat, heart pumping blood faster. She gripped his sides, scratching the skin beneath the fabric of his shirt. Right as she was about to pull him onto her, he straightened his back with a knowing look. “You’re a master of distraction.”

“You’re not that bad yourself.” Claire grinned, placing her hands on his arms, squeezing them lightly. “The things you said in those texts, I have to say… “ trailing off, she leaned up to kiss his jaw. “You made me want to request a house visit.”

“Well, you’ve got me. What do you say we make good on those things you said you wanted to do?”

“You read my mind.”

Eyes locked, they leaned onto one another, like two magnets, unable to resist the pull. Lips touched, first gently, then with more pressure, smiling like a pair of fools. Hands began their exploration, tracing every curve of each other’s bodies, as though they didn’t already know them. As though he didn’t make good on his promise to use every surface of his apartment to have her.

Claire’s fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt, pausing after reaching the fourth one in favor of rolling down his sleeves. “You drive me to distraction when you wear them like that.”

“Why do you think I do it?”

The impatient sound she gave him was almost enough for him to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the bedroom. He didn’t have much time to focus on it, though, because moments later, her lips pressed to his chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she worked the rest of the buttons.

Right as she was about to strip him of the offending material, his phone rang, cutting the air in the room that otherwise was silent, save for their fast breathing and heavy sighs they pulled from each other.

“It’s Bloom.” Ethan groaned in annoyance, wondering how much crap he would get from his boss the next day if he ignored the call like he wanted to and went back to kissing his girlfriend.

“Tell him to go to hell.” Claire muttered, not once stopping the kisses on his skin. He choked on air, surprised at her words, but he couldn’t deny that he was getting more and more convinced to shoot down the call. And then the rational side of him chimed in and told him that if he didn’t pick up, he’d have to listen to even more nonsense the next day.

“It could be important.”

Claire stopped what she was doing, hesitation evident in her posture for a fraction of a second. Determination flashed across her face and in the next moment, she took the phone out of his hands. “Okay, fine.”

Before Ethan could react, she hopped off the stool and moved away from him, picking up and raising the phone to her ear. “Mr. Bloom, what can we do for you this evening?”

She could almost hear the surprise on the other end of the line, imagining the confusion on Leland’s face. “Dr. Herondale?” he asked, followed by another moment of silence. “Can you pass Dr. Ramsey to the phone?”

“Is this a matter of life or death?” She didn’t let him continue his request, instead going for the information she needed before proceeding.

“Well- no, it isn’t, but I asked to talk to Dr. Ramsey.” Bloom steeled his tone, losing his patience at the lack of expected outcome of the call.

“Well, Ethan is at home with his girlfriend on his evening off, so I’m sorry to inform you, but whatever this is about will have to wait. Will that be all?”

Claire could practically feel the warmth of Ethan’s stare at her, but she didn’t let that distract her. Bloom has been pulling the strings at work in whichever direction he wanted and she was getting tired of having to comply with his whims – she’d be damned if she let him dictate how their personal life ran too.

Leland, on the other end of the line, felt a strange pang. Caroline, who was sitting on the other end of the room, looked at her husband’s face with a curious expression. It seemed as though a crack in his otherwise hard exterior has been created by the single sentence from the resident, for reasons entirely too obvious – the affection between the two doctors reminded him of when he could be around his own wife without a single care in the world. Evidently, he was impacted, no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it.

“Yes, I apologize for interrupting. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

The call ended as quickly as it began, and as soon as it did, Claire silenced his phone, then hers, after which she threw them onto the loveseat at the other end of the room. “There, no distractions.”

“I can’t believe you just did that.” Ethan breathed out, walking over to her side slowly. Claire shrugged, grinning mischievously.

“In his own words, my house, my rules.” Realizing what she said, she blushed and immediately rushed to correct herself. “Well, your house, your rules, really, but-“

He silenced her with a kiss, letting his hands fall to her backside, gripping the fabric of her shorts as he pressed her closer to him.

“You’re so attractive when you get bossy like that.” Ethan muttered against her lips, their eyes locked in an intense stare. She kissed him possessively, biting on his lower lip and pulling. His grip shifted to her hips, using them as leverage to twist them around, then fall backwards onto the couch, pulling her along with him in the process. She made herself comfortable on top of him, straddling him through the fabric of their clothes. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I left you in my bed this morning.” Ethan panted, his voice low and rich, courtesy of the way she moved on top of him. “And I’m about to prove just how much.”

Notes

And then he proved it. Multiple times.

The whole situation with Tobias and Bloom is making me nervous. Not to mention spoilers.

Kudos to @justanotherrookie​ for encouraging me to post early (remember when Sara @genevievemd​ said that we got her into E calling MC ‘baby’? Yeah, you’re welcome, both of you :D)

Thank you so much for reading! <3

Tagging separately

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

General Hux x Female Reader

A/N: Continuation of my fic and I am 👀 in love with this! I want to write about Hux’s speech for reasons so enjoy the build up 😅

Warnings: Hux is annoyed, Ren is annoyed. Poe is in pain, mentions of torture and mind manipulation. Hux geeks out over Starkiller Base. Also follows a bit of TFA.

Word Count: 4842

Read part 4 on AO3 here.

He was in the office early, not being able to sleep had some perks. He stared at his datapad, he’d written out the order for a shuttle to take you back to Arkanis once they’d reached Coruscant, his finger hovered over the confirm button but he just couldn’t seem to do it. He knew how soul crushing being trapped on Arkanis could be, although your upbringing had been completely different to his it didn’t mean you were any less trapped. Men had so much more freedom in the society of Arkanis and he knew exactly what he’d be sending you back to. Why was he bothered? He trailed a finger over his lips, his eyes never leaving the datapad as he sat back in his chair. He couldn’t ignore the feeling that arose in his chest every time he thought of you, the warmth that spread down to his toes when you looked at him. There was no denying Hux was conflicted when it came to you, he had never been in this situation before and he hated how he’d been caught up in the ridiculous romanticised notion that it could work with you here. His little daydream bubble had firmly burst. He knew he wanted you to stay in your quarters but then how was that any different to sending you home to be imprisoned again just in different chains. He leaned back in his chair, his bare hands rubbing his face when the door to his office flew open.

“Sir!”

“What is it Dopheld?”

“We are approaching Coruscant, Sir.” He needed to make this decision and quickly. Ren, with his band of not so merry men were about to rejoin the fleet and Hux knew you had already pulled the man child's attention. He was running out of time and he hated the feeling of losing control. Get it together! You witless worm….

“I assume Ren is ready?”

“He is being rather impatient.” Hux hummed in acknowledgement. It would be useful to have Ren shadowing him on the planet, he could make use of his talents.

“Tell him I need him to meet on the landing pad, only him. I don’t need the cretins.”

“Yes Sir!” Hux stood, he could make the decision about you later. He straightened his tunic and maneuvered his hands into his tight fitting gloves. He carefully ran a hand over his hair before stepping out onto the bridge to oversee the approach to Coruscant. This he could do, this is what he found relaxing.

Of course it all went smoothly and he marched to his shuttle with purposeful strides. He had a meeting to attend to with some of the other Generals from other ships, he hated the socialising but having Ren there meant he might be privy to some information he normally wouldn’t be. He was so caught up in his thoughts, his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he steeled himself for what was about to happen he didn’t see you until it was too late. He had to do a double take, you were walking towards his ship flanked by a pair of troopers and followed by Phasma. Hux’s heart rate increased as he noted the dress you were wearing, although similar in colour to the one on Arkanis it was a different style. The material flowed around your legs with each step, your shoes ringing out loudly on the polished floor. You walked with purpose, and a confidence that he could only admire.

“What is the meaning of this?” He questioned, his eyes flicking between you and Phasma.

“I am to accompany you, I know a few of the Generals you are meeting today. No doubt news of our nuptials have spread and my father would want me to make it known, especially in the Core worlds.” His mouth opened to reply but no words came out and you cocked an eyebrow in surprise. “Come on Phasma.” You sauntered up the ramp, Phasma dutifully following and Hux had no doubt she was smirking behind that shiny helmet. He nodded before following, not enjoying this flustered feeling he had.

He desperately tried to ignore you, forcing himself to stare straight ahead so hard he could feel the warm blush in his cheeks. Thankfully the ride down to the surface was short and Hux exited first, his heart dropping slightly when he saw Ren waiting for him at the bottom of the ramp.

“Walk with me.” He snapped at the force user, but Kylo had seen you already. His mask looked at you for a moment before complying with Hux’s demand.

“You brought her.” He stated coolly from the mask.

“Not my choice I assure you.”

“She could prove useful.” Hux stopped abruptly, his gaze swinging to look at Kylo and he hoped the fury he felt right now was coming through in his expression.

“Whatever you want with her, it's not going to happen. She is my wife, not some spy or plaything for you to torment.” He started walking again when he heard your heels come up behind him, Kylo following silently along. “You know what to do,” mumurmed Hux just as the doors opened.

You held the smooth glass in your hand listening to General Pryde drone on about some new possible class of ship. He was an old friend of your fathers and it was the only reason you were still talking to him. Your gaze frequently swept the room, always falling on the stiff posture of General Hux. He looked so uncomfortable here and it became more apparent that socialising was not his strongest attribute.

“Please excuse me General,” you murmured with a smile, gently resting a hand on his arm.

“Yes of course,” he replied as you feathered your lashes at him before cutting across the room to Hux. There were a few other women here but none of them seemed interested in talking to you and that suited you fine, though maybe it had something to do with your silver shadow. Only the slight clank of her armour told you she was following you wherever you went. As you approached the small group Kylo’s helmet turned to your direction and you felt that sensation you’d experienced in your quarters. You lifted your chin feeling the tendrils withdraw when he felt the barriers now surrounding your mind. You had taken to the training and surpassed everything that had been asked of you in record time, purely through determination. Whether it was to protect yourself or please Hux you weren’t so sure.

You wanted to touch Hux, to place a hand on his arm but from what you’d managed to get out of Phasma touch was not something the General tolerated. You had accepted the information, realising that the few times you had been alone with your new husband there had been some sort of physical touch between you and it created a warm feeling in your heart. It’s what made you not want to give up on him.

The conversation ground to a halt at your arrival to the group, the men shifting slightly in your presence and you realised you’d interrupted something rather important.

“Forgive me gentlemen, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Nonsense! Join us! Maybe you could tell us some gossip about the General here,” a laugh went round the group as one of the other Generals nudged Hux with his elbow. You could see the embarrassment written all over his face and his ears flared with the blush that was creeping across his skin.

“Actually, I came to steal my husband for a moment if that’s alright?” Kylo tilted his head slightly as all the others nodded enthusiastically.

“Not too long mind, we have things to discuss.” You smiled brightly, leading Hux away to a quiet corner. Phasma stayed next to Kylo, the pair of them surveying the room, drawing glances and whispers from many people in the room.

“What do you want?” You tried not to act offended at his tone, you’d noticed when Hux felt uncomfortable he couldn’t control the way he came across. There was no denying you were apprehensive after what had transpired in his quarters with his anger and the threat of you being sent home.

“I thought you could use a moment to gather yourself,” you murmured. If you could get him through this maybe he’d let you stay on the Finalizer, if it meant you staying in your quarters then so be it. You’d take anything over going back to Arkanis and residing in that house alone. He didn’t reply, his eyes still not doing the honour of alighting on you but now wasn’t the time for an argument. “What has got them all in such a state?” You asked. “Such a gathering would only happen if something momentous was happening?”

“It’s about Starkiller.” You frowned. You’d never heard of such a project but then why would you? Hux looked around making sure no one was nearby before leaning slightly towards you. “I’ll explain more when we’re back on the ship. Now if you’ll excuse me…” you watched him walk back to the group, the man hadn’t relaxed at all and you debated spending the rest of the evening at his side. But that meant being near Kylo and you would rather not, the man may have a helmet on but you could feel his gaze on you and it made your skin crawl. You nodded at Phasma and she came over to take vigil at your side.

“Can you tell me anything I need to know?”

“I’m sure the General will fill you in when he’s ready,” she replied in her crisp voice.

“Damn it Phasma. He’s going to send me home if I don’t do something.”

“The request was never confirmed.” You turned to look at her shiny silver helmet, seeing your own expression of surprise reflected back at you. “He has been in his office all morning. He had plenty of time to put in the request for a ship to take you home.” This gave you hope, your heart skipping a beat as your gaze fell on him once more. How you wished you could get him to open up to you, he claimed he had. Telling you things he had never told anyone before but he was still encased in those barriers he surrounded himself with. You’d been told he doesn’t like being touched and yet your mind replayed his hands on your shoulders, his hands on your face as he kissed you. Your General was conflicted when it came to you it seemed. You took a sip of the bubbly drink in your glass, all you needed was time.

Hux was tired, being around so many people for so long, having to talk, not to mention coming face to face with a few who he had no good memories with. Seeing you talking to Pryde had made his blood run cold, the way you batted your eyelashes and touched his arm made Hux want to curl into a ball. He knew what Pryde was capable of, he had scars from that man, physical and mental. He closed his eyes for a moment to take a breath, he concentrated on you, the soft way you looked at him. The fall of your hair, the cut of your dress and how you just seemed to look radiant in whatever you wore. He felt some of the tension leave his shoulders and neck before looking back at his reflection. He hated the stubble that grew across his cheeks and chin, shaving was such a chore but he did appreciate the motions, the precise control he had over the blade as it slid over his skin. He splashed cold water on his face before grabbing a towel and drying his face and chest off. He ignored his reflection as he got dressed in his bedroom, he disliked his body very much. He hated seeing the scars that littered his pale skin, the worst were on his back and sides, long stripes of raised skin, the handiwork of his father and Pryde. They used to get drunk together, taking out their bad moods on him whenever they felt like it, although his father certainly didn’t need the help of alcohol to abuse his son.

Hux fastened up his uniform, finally turning to look in the mirror now he was covered, his hair flopped over his brow and he realised it needed cutting soon. The very idea made his heart race that someone else had to put their hands on him, someone holding a blade. He slicked it back but noticed the front raised slightly and he pursed his lips in displeasure, it was misbehaving already he was going to have it cut in the next couple of days. He did toy with the idea of Phasma doing it but she’d probably slice it all off with the announcement she’d done him a favour. He turned to grab his coat, he really did like this piece of his uniform, it made him stand out from the rest, and marked him as The General of his own organisation. As he exited his quarters his thoughts went to Starkiller, it was coming together and the reports said it would be ready in literally days. He couldn’t wait, this is what he’d been waiting for, the opportunity to do something noteworthy. What he had in mind would change the Galaxy forever and such a task would hopefully grant him the title of Grand Marshal. He would finally be able to exercise control over the Navy and the Army, he was already the youngest General seen in generations, why shouldn’t he set his sights higher. Ambition, determination, the sense of glory, these were the few things his father had bestowed upon him and he had used them fully to his advantage.

“Good Morning General.”

“Lieutenant,” he murmured in greeting as he walked onto the bridge, adjusting his gloves.

“Not much to report aside from Commander Ren has left on a personal mission.” Hux raised an eyebrow still adjusting his gloves to how he liked them.

“Pertaining to…?”

“The map.” Ah. Of course. Ren, letting his personal feelings get in the way yet again. The man really needed to learn to control himself, so hot headed and that is when mistakes were made. Hux clasped his hands behind his back, his ship was hanging in orbit above the planet Jakku and he already hated it. The pale surface hinted at heat and sand all the things Hux disliked. To be perfectly honest he hated being on the surface of any planet, he preferred to view them from above from the safety and cleanliness of his ship.

“Is he down there now?”

“He is. The Commander took Captain Phasma and a division to the surface.” Hux refrained from sighing, of course he’d take Phasma, she never missed the opportunity for a scuffle.

“Let me know when they have retrieved the intel.”

“Yes, General.” He turned, satisfied that everything was running smoothly but he had no doubt Ren would bring some trouble back with him. For now, he had to see you, he hadn’t forgotten he promised to tell you about Starkiller and it gave him a slight thrill to share this with you.

He knocked gently on your door, trying not to remember the previous time he was in here but he couldn’t stop the ghost-like feel of your lips against his and he subconsciously raised the tips of his fingers to trace his mouth. His hand snatched away as the light of your room spilled over him, his heart rate almost seemed to triple at the sight of you. The smile you bestowed upon him was not one he deserved and he couldn’t bring himself to return it as he stepped inside.

“Good Morning General,” you said softly. “Care to join me for breakfast?”

“Just some caf will do.”

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” You asked, pouring him a cup. You gestured to the cream and sugar but he shook his head, preferring it black and bitter.

“I hadn’t forgotten to tell you about Starkiller.” He pulled the coat off his shoulders in one movement, hanging it carefully over the back of a chair. “I realised I had some time while…Ren does what he does.” You went to sit down and automatically his hands were on your chair. He wasn’t sure why but his upbringing always surfaced while he was around you, the pleasant and not so pleasant. He had watched the men around him and how they treated the women, his father had not been a good role model in that regard but his step mother hadn’t exactly been the nicest and he could see why Brendol had treated her the way he did. They had deserved each other.

He sat opposite you, the cup warm in his gloved hands, the rich aroma permeated the air around him as he lifted the cup and took the first sip, he almost sighed with relief at the bitter tones bringing his tongue to life and hitting the back of his throat. One of the few pleasures he allowed himself was a decent cup of caf.

“I’m assuming Starkiller has been a closely guarded secret?” You asked before nibbling on a piece of cooked bread.

“It has, the plans were found buried among the Empire archives under the name Project Celestial Power. The idea was to contain quintessence. A dark matter, very volatile and the Empire never succeeded. They chose to focus their attention on Project Stardust which we knew inevitably led to their downfall.” His eyes rose to find you staring intently at him hanging on his every word. He was used to his Officers paying attention, they had to, it was their job but he never expected someone wanted to hear him speak.

“Stardust, was that the Death Star?” He nodded trying not to be surprised that you knew anything about it, of course you did. You had been brought up among the Imperials as much he had, of course you’d know snippets of information that other people would not be privy to.

“Well we managed it, with the technological advancements over the years we were able to find a way to harness the power quintessence and turn it into phantom energy. It’s a limitless power source and this will provide the First Order with the power it needs to bring all the star systems into line and fall under our rule. It’s nearly ready….” He looked deep into his cup, still shocked that this was finally coming to fruition. He’d been waiting so long, biding his time before bringing the might of the First Order down onto the rebels, criminals and scumbags that made up the New Republic. He was going to make himself even more invaluable to Leader Snoke.

“Where do you get the power from? Surely no power source is limitless?” Hux allowed himself a smirk, that was the beauty of this machine.

“Clues in the name,” he offered smugly. “It drains the power of the very stars themselves, it gathers the energy in stages, directing it straight into the planet's core where we use the natural magnetic field to store the energy as well as a fail safe containment field we have applied to the crust of the planet…”

“It’s a planet? You’ve made a planet into a weapon?” Hux’s gaze met yours across the table, seeing the wonder flowing from your eyes and he felt his pulse feather in his neck as he swallowed.

“We have. Would you like to see it?” He asked softly.

“Yes, yes I would.” He got up, a sense of excitement coursing through him as he headed for the small holotable in your room. He entered his personal access code and began to swipe through the files until he found what he was looking for. He barely noticed you come up beside him, the round blue holo image appeared before you both and he enlarged it with a flex of his fingers. He straightened, his shoulder gently bumping yours as you leaned in to look at the slowly spinning image.

“What’s this?” You asked, pointing at the large round opening on the side of the planet.

“That’s where the energy is released,” he leaned and pointed out the thermal oscillator, explaining how the energy was gathered in stages and then when the containment fields were dropped the phantom energy would be freed. “Lots of calculations have to be done before it can fire, but once it does nothing can stop the energy on its path except something with the mass of a planet.”

“But what if you fire it and something is in the way?” Hux spun the image and tilted it to show you the rocket ports. “We can move it, turn it to whatever angle we want to create the trajectory we need to hit the target.”

“Oh, Armitage….” You whispered, your eyes wide as you regarded the picture before you. In the awe filled silence he suddenly became aware of how close you were, your body was slightly turned to him, the warmth of you already beginning to seep through his uniform. Your scent clouded the air around him and he couldn’t help but breathe you in, although he hated Arkanis he could only describe you as smelling like home. His eyes tracked over your face, studying every little motion, the flicker of your lashes, the way your lips parted slightly, the pull of your brows as you pondered over everything he’d said. He could get thoroughly lost in you and again his mind flew to the kiss, until your gaze magnetised to his. He felt frozen, his feet were glued to the floor and as much as he body screamed at him to look away he couldn’t. “It’s glorious, this could really cement the First Order as the new power in the Galaxy,” you breathed.

“That’s the intention.” He murmured back. He jumped slightly as his commlink sounded loudly and he knew whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

“General, Commander Ren has returned. With a prisoner.”

“I have to go,” he exclaimed, swiping the image down and erasing his code. He grabbed his coat, pausing when you came into his line of vision.

“Here,” you said, offering him a new cup of caf. “I think you’re going to need it.”

“Yes, I believe I am.” He reached, his fingers covering yours momentarily as you passed the cup over, the burn of your skin coming through his gloves more than the heat of the cup and he found himself wanting to stay. You were a calming influence on him, he relaxed with you and he really didn’t want to deal with whatever awfulness Ren had brought aboard his ship.

“I hope I can see you later?” You asked, stepping after him as he moved away. The door opened and he turned to look at you one last time.

“I will try.”

Hux straightened his shoulders as he walked, Ren and Snoke were so desperate for this map, but where Ren wanted to collect it Snoke had made it perfectly clear that destruction of the map was an option. He could see the troopers outside of the interrogation room and Kylo striding down the corridor.

“Who have you brought on board?” Asked Hux curtly over the screams that were coming from behind the closed door.

“A resistance member who was given the piece of the map we are looking for. The old man gave it to him, I know he did but it wasn’t on him.” Hux tensed as Kylo’s hand flexed over his saber.

“Try not to kill him before we’ve had a chance to extract all the information out of him.” Kylo tipped his head to the side.

“By all means General Hux,” he said in mock politeness. “You can go first.” The door opened and Hux stepped into the room leaving the force user outside. He grabbed the datapad and looked at the information on the screen.

“Prisoner 8910542….”

“That’s a mouthful isn’t it?” The man gasped from his position in the chair. Hux refused to acknowledge he’d said anything and continued.

“Known as Poe Dameron, a star fighter squadron commander for the scum of the Galaxy known as the Resistance.” He smirked. “Where is your precious Princess now? You know there is no way they can rescue you from here.” Hux stepped forward, noticing the blood already oozing from wounds on the man's face, his dark curly hair matted and damp from sweating. The way his brown eyes slid to the floor Hux could tell the pilot already knew he would die here. “We could come to an arrangement if you tell us what you did with the map.” Hux eyed him, not expecting a reply but waiting for one anyway. “Alright, XZ 1594…” a droid zoomed to the General’s side. “Continue the interrogation, use all available techniques.” The pilot's eyes widened, his mouth clamping shut as the droid ominously advanced. Hux carried the datapad out of the cell and watched the vital signs of the prisoner in the corridor.

He had no idea how long he had to put up with Ren pacing up and down the corridor like a caged tooka, it just highlighted his lack of control, of discipline and Hux found it highly amusing that a force user of Ren’s calibre lacked discipline. Hux swiped through the information that was being logged from the droid, the question had been asked 300 times already, techniques 2265 and 6304 had already been used. He couldn’t help but admire the man’s resistance to the torture he was enduring. Ren paused before Hux who didn’t even look up.

“Not yet,” he stated calmly, enjoying the huff of annoyance that fell from the mask before he resumed his pacing. Another hour passed and the question had been asked nearly 800 times with no answer, technique 3333 had been implemented and still nothing. Hux remotely commanded the droid to conduct procedure K8-A4. The reaction was instant, the prisoner’s vitals went off the charts, red lights flickered and his heart rate rocketed, the oxygen levels dropped dangerously and Hux gestured for a trooper to go and investigate. Poe was convulsing violently in his bindings, blood smeared across his face mixed with a thick sheen of sweat, the trooper had to act quickly, flipping the pilot's tongue out of his throat and freeing his airway. Hux sighed loudly, disappointed his methods didn’t work and he told the droid to stand down. He checked over the vitals of the passed out prisoner before turning to Ren. “When he wakes, see what you can get out of him.”

“He won’t be asleep for long,” the threat slithered from his mask and Hux refrained from shivering. The door closed firmly behind the Commander and Hux settled in for another wait. He wasn’t going to let Ren do this without supervision.

The prisoners heart rate picked up and Hux was pulled from his relaxed state, the droid was still activated and it was recording the interrogation, Hux could see Ren was crouched before the pilot. Words were exchanged, nothing of consequence until Ren rose.

“Where is the map to Luke Skywalker?” Hux watched with interest as the pilot's face changed from confusion to one of pain. He twisted, fighting an unseen force as Kylo exercised his hidden talents on the mind of the prisoner, a scream so loud tore from his chest and suddenly everything went silent, Hux tapped the screen but the droid had undergone some substantial damage. The door opened and Ren emerged, his fists clenched tightly against his sides.

“It’s in a droid. A BB unit.” Hux nodded at the new information.

“Well then, if it’s on Jakku we’ll soon have it.”

“I’ll leave that to you,” Ren said dismissively as he began to stride off to god knows where. Hux bristled but in all honesty he’d rather be in charge of this and succeed where Kylo had failed. He handed the datapad to a trooper and headed to the bridge without a word.

“Lieutenant!”

“Yes, General?” Answered Mitaka.

“Send a squad down to Niima outpost, the droid is used to being around people and it will seek help, tell them to look out for a ball droid, a BB unit. I want this droid found or destroyed.” He demanded before heading to his office.

He dropped into his chair with a sigh, removing his gloves he ran his hands over his face. This is not how he thought this day would go but having a Resistance member on board could prove useful. He just needed the pilot to recover and stabilise before he interrogated him again, this time for the location of their hidden base so he could be rid of the Resistance once and for all.

[selfships-in-spanish]

The Queen of Demons 2/?

Pairing: Erwin Smith x OC, Levi Ackerman x OC

Rating: Gen (the rating will go up as the story advances! But it will totally be explicit ;D)

Warnings: None for now, but sexist and misogynist upbringing (Eva's father is a huge asshole).

Word Count: 3449

ALSO POSTED ON AO3

A/N: Second chapter, woooo!! We are slowly getting more into plot details B) There's so much stuff I have already written out that I cannot wait to show you all

CHAPTER 2: THE DEMONS OF ELDIA

Eva tried to control her breathing the best she could while maintaining her gaze on the Chief, frozen.

That imposing figure standing proudly on top of the stairs was her husband to be.

Her father’s voice echoed loudly in her mind, chastising her for her lack of manners. How dare she stare at her betrothed? She was being rude, uncouth, and back in Gottesreich this wouldn’t have gone unpunished.

Eva didn’t see the way those calculating eyes narrowed when she teared her eyes from him and resumed the stance she was taught to maintain: head down in a display of submission, eyes glued to the floor and mouth shut. She also didn’t see a pair of steel gray eyes bore into her, watching every move she made.

The Chief kept talking, despite his inquisitive gaze towards the Princess, while Moblit translated, introducing everyone on his side. It prompted Eva to look up again and meet everyone’s eyes out of courtesy, knowing it would be disrespectful and rude if she didn’t, but never stayed too long as she accidentally did with the Chief.

The Princess was surprised at the variety of shapes and sizes of Eldia’s best warriors, going from tall like that giant with the big nose, moustache and crossed arms –Mike, was it?–, to short and slim, like the man with black hair and impassive grey eyes with a permanent scowl etched on his face –Levi, the Chief’s right hand man, she should really remember that–, and more. But Eva couldn’t hide her shock when she saw women amongst them. This would be absolutely prohibited back in Gottesreich, not to mention the punishment for even thinking of stepping on a man’s role. But these women looked proud, fierce, and Eva couldn’t help but envy such confidence being openly displayed a little bit.

Eva felt her father’s disapproving eyes on the back of her mind, and reprimanded herself internally for even wondering about how it must feel to be in their shoes. Eva had her own role, her own duty to perform, as her Father incessantly reminded her; thinking about such things would lead her nowhere. She was here for one single and very clear purpose.

“Please, come inside, I’m sure we all want to be out of the cold.” Moblit’s calm voice shook her out of her reveries. The Chief gestured behind him, towards the entrance of the Great Hall, with a hand on his belt and his arm open to his side, a polite smile on his lips.

Prince Hans reciprocated the smile, nodding and looking at his siblings as if on cue to follow him inside. Flora and the soldiers that accompanied them were ushered away from the monarchs, only letting the personal bodyguards go in with them, as protocol demanded, and it caused a knot on Eva’s stomach to not know where Flora was being taken. She only hoped they would all be alright. Sensing her distress, Moblit turned to address the royal siblings and ease her mind.

“The horses and luggage will be properly taken care of, as well as your men and maidens, your Highnesses. Any request you shall have please make it known, and we will try our best to comply.” Eva wanted to scoff at that, having several requests herself. She wanted to go home, please.

“Thank you kindly, Moblit.” Prince Hans replied. Eva prayed to God the Eldians would keep their word.

Upon entering the Great Hall warmth instantly greeted them, as well as a breathtaking view. Eva didn’t want to admit it, but the interior of the Great Hall was beautiful. It was composed of wonderfully sculpted wooden pillars with the same intricate markings and runes from outside etched in them, truly the masterpiece of very skilled artisans. She could even make out some animals on the relief carvings, merging with the patterns. The whole room was illuminated with the pale sunlight from the windows, as well as the warm glow of the fires roaring to both light and heat the room better. At the far end of the hall there were more steps, leading to a wooden platform where a big, imposing chair with thick pelts draped over it rested, undoubtedly like a throne. There was a smaller one next to it, with the beautiful markings and soft-looking pelts too, and Eva felt a chill at the realisation that it was for her.

They were led to a table surrounded with chairs, goblets already prepared to be poured wine to the guests. The Chief sat down, inviting his guests to do the same as him and his second in command. The Princes imitated their host, sitting on the opposite chairs and getting comfortable in them, and Eva waited for them to be already seated to do the same, silently, not drawing attention to her and carefully maneuvering her cloak and dress skirts to be in the pose she was taught to sit in: back straight, knees together and hands resting on them, crossed but never closing them in fists, legs–

“Wine, your Highness?” Moblit’s soft voice startled her, looking at the Eldian servant holding the wine decanter right above her goblet, waiting to pour it. Eva quickly looked at her brothers, already having been served and goblets in hand and taking a sip. Even if back at Gottesreich’s court it would be improper for a lady to drink wine out of a social gathering, it would be impolite and disrespectful to refuse.

Be good. Cause a good first impression. Be good. Don’t bring dishonor to your Kingdom. Be good–

“Yes, please.” Eva tried to not let her voice raise too much, knowing she shouldn’t be speaking while her brothers or other men were.

Eva didn’t notice the way the Chief’s eyes quickly shifted to her upon hearing the small exchange, too engrossed on maintaining proper Gottesreichan manners.

The Princess ventured a sip from her goblet and was met with a rich, powerful flavour with a hint of spices in it exploding on her taste buds. Her eyes widened and eyebrows rose, trying not to cough at the strong wine; that would be beyond rude and disrespectful. She gulped down the Eldian wine, hoping no one noticed it.

One of the Chief’s warriors, the giant one (Mike! She had to start remembering names), huffed, amused at her reaction. Her wish was not met as she also saw the Chief chuckle into his own goblet while listening to Moblit’s translations.

Perfect. Just perfect. Way to make good impressions.

The conversation seemed to momentarily change its topic as the Chief asked something and everyone became silent. Moblit’s voice made her look up from her goblet.

“Not used to strong wines, your Highness?

Eva’s gaze briefly traveled from Moblit to the Chief, who was looking at her with the corner of his mouth lifted, as well as one of his bushy eyebrows. The Princess hurriedly looked at her brothers, who were awaiting as well. Hans encouraged her with a slight nod. They were waiting for her response.

Oh.

“I am deeply sorry, my Lord, I meant no disrespect.” Her grip on the goblet tightened, trying her hardest to not let her voice waver. “I am indeed not used to strong flavoured wines, or wines themselves.” She tried to finish with a polite smile.

The Chief’s eyes had a curious glint in them, nodding at Moblit’s words. He replied something, and Eva dreadfully awaited Moblit’s translation. She really hoped she didn’t offend him or any of the Eldians present.

“Then, what are you used to, your Highness?”

This much attention on her was making her nervous. They shouldn’t be focusing the conversation on her, there were more important matters to discuss than her tastes!

“Coffee. Or tea, also, my Lord. But do not fret over it, I am sure I will get used to wine in no time.”

Would she? Eva doubted it, but if she had to, she would. Although she would deeply miss her morning cup of coffee…

The Chief hummed, instantly turning to one of his men to tell them something, and Eva watched as the warrior disappeared to carry on the Chief’s errand. She looked back at the Chief, seeing him share a brief smile at her before returning to the previous topic.

Eva tried to pay attention, but the thought of having hurt the Eldian’s feelings gnawed at her.

The warrior returned some time after with a steaming cup in his hands. Eva noticed he was that short warrior that stood next to the Chief when both parties presented themselves, with the cold and impassive grey eyes. He offered the cup to Eva, patiently waiting for her to take it. The Princess obliged, thanking him even if she knew he probably didn’t understand a word she said.

“My apologies for not having coffee, your Highness. I hope tea can suffice.” Moblit once again spoke to her, the Chief turning to face her in his chair, awaiting her response.

“Please don’t apologise, my Lord. This is more than enough.” Eva briefly looked down at the cup, then up at the Chief with another polite smile. “I am thankful for your kindness.”

Smile, smile, smile. Always smile.

Trying to divert everyone’s attention away from her and let the conversation go back to where it was, Eva ventured a taste. Her nose picked up the delicious aroma of the tea, and her mouth was filled by the sweet flavour, finishing with a touch of spiciness at the end that made her want more. Eva raised her brows, surprised but satisfied. She took another sip, erasing any traces left of the wine from before. It wasn’t coffee, but this tea was an agreeable alternative.

“I take it you liked it, your Highness.” The Chief wasn’t done with the conversation, and Eva didn’t understand why the Chief was so adamant to make her talk, or even try to engage her into a conversation besides the ones between the princes and himself. She wasn’t there for that.

“I do, my Lord. This is a blend I haven’t had the chance to try before, thank you for letting me have a taste of it.”

The Chief let out a soft chuckle and began talking again. Eva awaited Moblit’s translations, delicately holding her cup.

“Ah, I’m afraid I am not the tea expert here. Levi is, so please feel free to ask him more about his blends.” The Chief gestured towards the short warrior, who nodded in acknowledgement.

“I will. Thank you, my Lord.” Another polite smile on her lips.

That seemed to end the conversation for now. Eva kept drinking the tea, listening to what was being said. She shouldn’t zone out, not when this concerns her too.

The Gottesreichan Princes excused the King for not coming himself to Eldia because of urgent matters that required his presence, but Eva knew the truth behind that, having heard her father with the other advisors in the throne room already discussing plans beyond her daughter’s marriage, and being greeted by her brothers the same day they departed with sad smiles on their faces.

It left a bitter taste in her mouth, knowing the King, her own father, couldn’t stay away one minute from his plans on how to maintain the Kingdom’s borders, or how to expand them, too.

He didn’t even think about walking her to her awaiting carriage, and she was graced only by a quick kiss on her forehead when Eva went to look for him and found the King still in his chambers. But her father made sure she didn’t forget how his daughter would represent their beloved Kingdom in foreign territories, how she had to bring both civilization and manners to the barbarians. All this, while intensely staring at the map hanging on his wall.

Not a single look at her.

The King was not at the courtyard to send them off. Did not wave goodbye, did not do what any father would do when they knew their daughter would never come home again to start a new life somewhere far away. He only expected her to do a good job as she was taught to do.

This is all Eva knew about fatherhood from the day she was born, an absent paternal figure that only looked at her when she did good. And she always strived to do good. She had to. Father would spare a glance if she did.

Hans often tried to unconsciously supply and fill that void her father left when he wasn’t chained down by his own princely duties, recalling when she was a little girl how he would take her to the Capital’s festivities and let her stuff her mouth full of sweets. Or when he would indulge in her imagination and games, running around the castle slaying dragons, which often made Friederich play the part of the dragon going down with theatrics that put court jesters to shame, or playing hide and seek, or when the royal tailor made a new dress for her how he would compliment and praise the craftsmanship, and of course how she looked pretty in it.

The days where both her brothers took her on strolls around the Castle woods were the happiest for her, getting to hop from horse to horse and run around the meadow without being reprimanded for it. Rolling in the grass, chasing birds and squirrels, picking up flowers to make flower crowns that would lately put them on both her brother’s heads...

Sadly it ended when Father decided it was time for Eva to start her studies and long preparation to be his perfect little princess. Her brothers had less and less time to spend with her, and Hans was almost absent all the time with the pressure of being the Crown Prince.

Still, Hans and Friederich found a little loophole in Father’s strict schedule, using their diplomatic travels as a perfect excuse to make their little sister tag along, always with the excuse to further prepare her for her upcoming future.

But now there was no little loophole anymore.

The Chief and the Gottesreichan princes were discussing dates and procedures, and agreed on carrying on the Eldian traditions and rituals, as well as have the ceremony here in Eldia. Eva had uselessly hoped it would maybe be carried in Gottesreich, respecting the bride’s lineage, or maybe a double one, but her wishes would not be granted. She drowned her sigh with a sip of her tea.

They finally decided that a spring wedding would be the best, knowing the roads were hard to travel with the immense amounts of snow in them, and they wouldn’t want the guests to be inconvenienced by it. Besides, for Eldia spring was important, and it would be just perfect to celebrate a wedding. The Chief tried to include the Princess on this decision, asking her if she liked spring, which she replied that she did, not really enjoying the cold.

That settled it then. It meant two months of preparations, approximately. Maybe a few weeks less, depending on the weather conditions.

Two months.

Dread twisted her stomach.

“I hope you will find your life here pleasant, your Highness. I understand the shock and differences between our people, but we will accommodate you the best of our capabilities.”

The Chief was paying attention to her again. Why? Why was he trying to fake kindness? Eva knew he only pretended because her brothers were present, why else would he? Eva was just an asset, a bargaining chip, so why go to such lengths for someone from another Kingdom such as her? A twisted sense of humour? That would fit, weren’t they demons?

Her father made her memorise the words and movements she was about to spit and act out, telling Eva how that is what every man wanted to hear from their future bride. Eva found the comment crass, even coming from Father, but still complied as she was trained to do.

Eva set the cup on the wooden table, moving gracefully as she let her right hand touch her heart, lowering her head in the submissive display she was taught to never slip out of.

“Thank you for your consideration towards my well-being, my Lord.” Head still lowered, eyes closed— “I hope I can perform my marital duties beyond your expectations, my Lord, and that I am to your liking. I will do my best to ensure your needs are met and fulfilled.”

Eva then resumed her previous position as she heard Moblit translate her words. Eva ventured a look towards her brothers, finding twin saddened expressions on their faces. She was shocked. Did she not do good? Alarmed, the Princess looked over the Chief, pushing aside the protocols and needing to know she did not displease the Chief, that Father wasn’t wrong.

The Chief looked troubled himself, as if some suspicions and thoughts he had from before had been confirmed right that instant. No no no– this was disastrous! Father told her it was imperative she did it, that it was what those brutes wanted from their wives, so why was the Chief not overjoyed to see such an obedient, docile behaviour from her?

The Eldian warrior looked like he wanted to say something that was on his mind, but ultimately decided to close his mouth. The Chief seemed to thoroughly think about what his next actions and words should be, so instead of replying to the Princess as she thought he would do, with a lecherous and satisfied smirk, he chose to tightly smile and bow his head as if in acknowledgement of her words.

It didn’t settle well in her stomach, and Eva had never been more confused than she was right now.

What was this man playing at?

Moblit’s strong but soft voice cut through her musings.

“You surely must be tired from the journey, your Highnesses. Please, allow us to escort you to your rooms so you can rest until tonight’s banquet. Baths will be ready, too.”

Yes please! Eva wanted nothing more than to run to the safety of four walls and a tightly closed door, and Flora to embrace her like she always did when Eva got overwhelmed.

“We indeed are, thank you. Those carriages don’t do anyone’s back a favour.” Hans laughed, accompanied by Friederich’s chuckle and the Chief’s shaking of shoulders. Eva was eagerly awaiting for Hans to get up so she could follow and get out of there, too. A warm bath sounded so nice. “Eva, do you mind going before us?”

Wait.

What?

From Hans apologetic face, and Friederich’s gaze avoiding her, this was something they had planned beforehand.

“Brother,” Eva tried not to raise her voice or make her desperation known. She didn’t want to go alone, to be alone with those people supposedly taking her to her rooms. What if they didn’t? “please.”

“Eva,” Hans turned to face her, getting a hold of her tightly clasped hands. “we are deeply sorry– no, don’t give me that look, we are.”

Like Hell they were!

“Hey, Birdie” Friederich always used that nickname with her since they were little kids, so him using it right now conflicted Eva’s feelings. Her brother always used it when he wanted to make her feel safe, but right now it wasn’t really working. “Trust us. We will be right behind you, okay?”

“But–“

“We only need to discuss some matters, that’s all.”

“Hans–”

“Yes, very boring matters that will make you fall asleep. You go rest, Birdie.”

When her brothers synched with each other it was a losing battle for Eva. Knowing this, she promptly closed her mouth into a thin line, resigned. Swallowing down a sigh, Eva forced a smile on her lips as she spoke to the Eldians, focusing on the Chief.

“Excuse me for my behaviour, my Lord. I will gladly take your offer and let you men discuss what you need to talk about.”

The Chief nodded, asking Levi once again to comply with his requests and accompany the Princess to her room, taking almost every guard with him. Eva gracefully raised herself from her seat, making a short reverence to the people present in the room.

“Thank you for the tea, my Lord, it was most delicious.”

Eva followed Levi to exit the Great Hall, leaving the three men inside and trying hard not to dwell in it. She had no right to pry into men’s matters, and she best accepted it quickly. They watched her disappear through the door with Mike’s towering form closing the little entourage.

It hurt both brothers, but it had to be done.

[barnesbabee]

You Belong To Us - Choi Jongho x Reader x Jeong Yunho

Summary: Pushing men to their limits when it comes to sex is no joke, and your best-friends are no different.

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader x Jeong Yunho

Words: Who knows

Genre: Smut

A/N: I tried a little something I’d never written in this one, hopegully yall like it lol. It’s another threesome, by the end of quarentine I’ll become proficient I swear. Enjoy xx💖

REQUESTS SUPER OPEN

---- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST ANON ----

   You never knew a life without Jongho and Yunho. Those two were your rocks, your safe port, and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. It was a little hard spending your teenage years around them however, that you'd have to admit. Being a girl around two men like that, not an easy task. You'd fantasized many times about Yunho's long fingers and having Jongho pick you up with those big arms of his and sit you down on him.

   But you overcame that, since you didn't want to ruin your friendship, and soon the raging hormones calmed down.

    That was until one day you chose a questionable movie to watch on your movie night with the boys.

    You settled between Jongho and Yunho on your couch, holding the popcorn in your lap while a random movie played on TV. It had been Yunho's turn to choose the movie and he'd totally forgotten, so you just chose the first movie on Netflix that looked remotely interesting.

    It was a horror movie, which was your favourite genre. You loved to discuss every little detail and tear down this gory genre with your friends after the movie was over.

   You were highly invested in the movie, expecting a jumpscare or some blood spilling, but what you didn't know was that the movie was a psychological horror, and it was harsh to watch. There were sex scenes after sex scenes, and they had every kink that anyone could possibly think of (and some that no one wanted to think of). Bondage, degradation, humiliation, sadism, masochism, straight-up torture, you name it...

    You wouldn't lie, seeing all of that action brought some arousal to you, and you tried to hide how much seeing someone getting tied up and punished turned you on.

   As one of the scenes got more intense and interesting, you could see from the corner of your eye Yunho reaching for the remote. You instantly turned your head to him and placed your hand on top of his.

   "What are you doing?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

   "Y/N it's the third sex scene, I think we already know what's happening." Yunho said, sighing at the fact that you wanted to go through yet another sex scene.

   You crossed your arms in front of your chest and pouted.

   "Fine," you said, giving in, and whispered the last part of the sentence "why are my friends such goody two shoes, fuck."

   Yunho stopped what he was doing and looked at you.

   "What did you say?" He asked, a little annoyed.

   "Oh come on, don't pretend to be offended, it's true. You two are as innocent and vanilla as it gets."

    Jongho, who had been silent up until now, looked at you, a little taken aback at your comment.

    "What did I do!? I was watching the kinky porn just now how are we both innocent?"

   You huffed and threw your head back, already annoyed that you had started the stupid argument.

    "I don't know, you just... are." You lifted your head and looked at both of them "Sometimes I genuinely think you two are incapable of being dirty-minded."

    The boys by your side looked hurt by your comment, as if it was a jab to their masculinity.

   "You're being ridiculous Y/N, we're like every other guy. We just don't show that we're horny." Jongho told you.

   "Please, every time I try to tease you you dismiss it, you don't even try to do it back! You’re angels, don’t deny it."

   Yunho, who was getting furious about the whole conversation, put a stop to it. He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his crotch, so you could feel his har-on.

   "This is why I'm skipping the fucking scene. And the reason I ignore you teasing me it's because it's the only way I can stop myself from bending you over on the spot and fucking you."

   You stared at him, wide-eyed, not knowing what to say. You couldn't stop a blush from spreading across your face and you opened your mouth to say something, but couldn't. Your eyes trailed down to his hand. His fingers encircled your wrist, making you rest your hand on his crotch.

   You immediately felt yourself getting wet, and so you pressed your thighs closer together.

   Jongho, who noticed your loss for words and your thigh's movements, leaned in your ear.

   "Who's the innocent one now, Y/N?" He whispered.

   The younger's hand made it's way up your thigh and squeezed it.

   It was no secret that Jongho liked to show-off his strength, and this might've been the hottest way he had ever done it.

    You recomposed yourself in a second. You were not about to let these two assholes win over you. Your lips formed a smirk and you bit your lower lip teasingly.

   You applied some more pressure on the hand that was placed on Yunho's cock and turned your head to face Jongho, whose lips were dangerously close to your own. You traced his jaw with your finger and brought him even closer.

   "Is that all you two got?"

   Jongho and Yunho exchanged a knowing look, and in a matter of seconds the younger male had swooped you from your seat and thrown you over his shoulder, delivering a loud slap to your ass.

   You yelped at the sudden contact but quickly covered your mouth with your hand.

  Yunho walked towards your bedroom, with you and Jongho following behind.

  The door opened violently, allowing you to enter the room so the man carrying you could drop you down on the bed.

  Jongho was quick to pull your shirt over your head, immediately exposing your breasts. His hands held both of them, as his tongue and lips played with your left nipple.

   Yunho's hands shamelessly pulled down your joggers and threw them somewhere, without a care.

  You looked down and spread your legs for him, as you watched his long, beautiful fingers, trace your folds.

  You inhaled sharply at the sight, making him look up at you.

  "You like it when I touch you? Hm?"

   You bit your lip and nodded. Yunho smirked and grabbed your panties, pushing them to the side and exposing your womanhood to him. He slid his finger along your folds and you moaned.

   "Please Yunho, I want your fingers in me." You begged, imagining the amazing things he could do to you.

    Your best-friend glanced at his fingers and then at you.

    "Oh, so you like my fingers?"

   He asked, as he slipped his index and middle finger. You gripped Jongho's hair and whimpered.

  "Oh my God, they're so good... So big..." You said, between pants, as the male played with your pussy.

  Jongho's lips kissed up your chest, neck, and jaw until they reached your lips. He made out with you, hungrily, taking no time to insert his tongue in your mouth, and leaving no corner unexplored. Yunho pulled your panties down, so he could suck on your clit while he fingered you.

   He curled his fingers as he pulled them out and back in. You loved the way his fingers reached so far up your pussy, and so you moaned into the kiss you were sharing with Jongho.

   The younger male fiddled with your nipples with one of his hands, squeezing and tugging on them.

   Yunho added a third finger and you knew you wouldn't last very long.

   "I-I'm, I'm gonna come Yunho!"

   Jongho pulled away instantly, and wrapped his fingers around your throat, gripping it tightly. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, as you could feel your orgasm coming.

   "You like Yunho's fingers deep in you Y/N? You wanna come all over his fingers?"

   "Oh my God yes!" You yelled, or tried to, upon hearing such dirty words coming from such an angelic boy.

  Your walls tightened around Yunho's fingers and you came.

  Yunho approached you and held his fingers near your mouth. You grabbed his hand with yours and pushed his fingers between your lips, to lick them clean and suck on them, giving Yunho an innocent look while staring him in the eye.

   "So fucking naughty..." He whispered.

  While you played with Yunho's finger's, Jongho undressed himself, finally freeing his hard dick.

   "Come here pretty." Jongho called.

  You instantly left the bed and knelt in front of him. You took his length in your mouth and let it hit the back of your throat. One of your hands followed your mouth's movements while the other rested on his thigh. Jongho tangled his fingers in your hair, and his moans got louder every time his cock hit the back of your throat.

   Behind you, you could hear a couple of groans and skin slapping, and you assumed Yunho was enjoying the show by himself.

    You pulled your mouth away from Jongho's member, earning a very displeased groan in exchange, and stood up. You walked over to the bed and put one leg up, resting on the mattress, then calling the boys over to you with your index finger.

   They were a little confused, but approached you nevertheless.

   "What are you waiting for boys? There's one for each of you."

    Once they understood what you mean, they were surprised, but complied nevertheless, afraid you'd have second thoughts.

    Jongho spit on his hand and covered his dick with it, before spreading your ass and entering you. After he'd done that, Yunho carefully positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in, slowly.

    You gripped Yunho's shoulders tightly and your nails dug into his skin, sure to leave marks.

    They moved in slowly and in sync, delicately as to not hurt you. You adjusted to them quickly, and so their pace quickened.

    Jongho would occasionally smack your ass, leaving his handprints all over it, while Yungo focused on kissing and biting your neck.

      "Guys I'm...  I'm cumming again..." You announced.

     On a regular occasion, you wouldn't come so fast. but the thrill of having both of your best friends in you at the same time... It was a challenge, to see who could be the dirtiest person in the room. You loved it.

     "Oh my God Jongho please choke me!"

   Jongho complied, and reached from behind to choke you once more. He was so strong, and because of that he asserted a kind of dominance you couldn't get enough of.

   Yunho noticed your breaths becoming quicker.

   "Come for me Y/N." He asked.

   It didn't take long, only a couple more thrusts and you threw your head back, resting on Jongho's shoulder, as you tightened around Yunho for the second time tonight.

  The next one to come was Jongho, that not long after you came, pulled out of you and you felt a hot spurt land on your ass.

   Upon seeing the erotic scene between you two, and the lust-filled faces of his best-friends, Yunho too pulled out, cumming all over your stomach with a groan.

  The three of you fell on the bed, panting heavily. Jongho had an arm around your back and Yunho one across your stomach. The younger male kissed your forehead and said one last thing for the night.

   "No one is allowed to have you, but us."

[grimoire-of-thirst]

Hello hello ~ Can I request a nsfw scenario with William where he takes off his mask in front of his s/o for the first time? And also good luck with your blog ^^

Genre&Warnings: Smut, Fluff

Tags: handjob, blowjob, cowgirl, vaginal penetration, fem!dom (kind of)

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After William had finally accepted to spend the night into your room -to which you had been insisting on for the past week- you were quick to clean it and make it as spotless as you could. It wasn’t that much of a mess, but you still wanted for your room to be squeaky clean in his presence and make it somehow romantic. After the cleaning was done, which took you about a couple of hours, you added some scented candles and changed the usually pure white curtains with some red ones, along with matching bed sheets. After all of that, knowing that William has a soft spot for nature, you had also bought red and white roses, prettying up the entire room to finally obtain that romantic vibe you were striving to achieve.

All that makeover wasn’t necessary, but you had been planning this day since long ago and wanted for everything to be perfect. Maybe it was a little exaggerated, especially all the amount of red that painted your room, but you liked it and hoped that William will do too -although his attention will hopefully be focused on something else.

After feeling satisfied with the way everything turned out, you went ahead and took a bath, thoroughly cleaning your body and hair. As you were putting on your nightgown and noticing that William should be there soon, your mind began to wander everywhere, anxiety taking over you yet not knowing exactly why.

You and William had been dating for the past six months and were now ready to take the relationship to the next step, mostly because you took the initiative. William didn’t seem to be remotely interested in becoming sexually active, and the first time he rejected the invite for a sleepover kind of sent you off in a panic mode. At first, you thought it was because, maybe, he wasn’t attracted enough to you, and this alone, having him not seeing you as the woman you wanted him to see, was -to say the least- disheartening, therefore, you went to Julius -which happens to be one of your childhood friends- and expressed your concerns. Just the thought that William was against the idea of touching you was enough to break your heart, and when you told that to Julius he had laughed in your face, saying that this was definitely not the case.

You had tried to push for more information, yet he didn’t utter a word, insisting that it was something William was supposed to tell you, and not him. Nevertheless, you were now more confused than ever.

A couple of knocks on the door brought you back to the present, already knowing that it was probably the one you were waiting for. Checking yourself one last time into the mirror, you waltzed toward it, opening the door wide while a cheeky grin bloomed on your face.

“As sharp as a clock I see!” you said, moving to the side. William hummed, he too had a small smile on his lips before leaning down to leave a rather short kiss on the tip of your nose. You noticed right away that he was wearing his knight clothes along with the mask and a frown made its way on your face.

“You sleep with the uniform on?” you inquired, letting him slide his arms around your waist. William lightly shook his head, pulling you closer to him. “I just finished with all the duties, and I didn’t want to be late. I should go back and take my nigh-“

“It’s fine. We won’t be needing clothes anyway~” you sang, getting up on your toes to kiss his chin. William pursed his lips, cheeks getting warmer at what you implied. It was his first time, so he didn’t know exactly what or how to do certain things, and once you started leading him toward the bed, he gladly let you take the lead, seeing as you already knew what to do. You gently spun around with him, as if dancing to a tune only you could hear, and gently pushed him on the bed until his back was touching the soft sheets.

One of your hands intertwined with one of his, while the other one was placed on his chest as you gently climbed on top of him, legs bent to his sides while slowly leaning down toward his face. William stared at you with his lips parted and eyes lidded, already anticipating the feeling of your lips on top of his. It started soft, gentle, almost feathery-like, gradually putting more pressure as the kiss heated up. Your free hand went to grab his one, placing it on top of your thigh, wordlessly encouraging him to touch you. Yet, he didn’t know what should be the next move, so he settled with drawing abstract circles above the fabric of the gown. You smiled to yourself, surprised by how pure he was, it almost felt wrong to taint him like that, but it was so endearing and tempting.

Offended that he had so many clothes on him, you went ahead and removed the cape, letting it fall onto the floor, and then removed the belt, throwing it on top of the cape. “Remove the boots” you mumbled, kissing him once again and biting his lower lip, demanding entrance. William hummed, kicking away the boots, albeit with a little bit of struggle, while allowing you access by parting his lips. Soon, your tongue was exploring every nook and cranny all the while your hands unbuttoned his long-sleeved shirt.

As soon as the clothing item was gone, your hands were quick to travel down his chest, goosebumps appearing on his skin as the pads of your fingers went down, finally stopping at the edge of the pants, hovering over the button. Then, you left his lips, peppering his neck with wet, and soft kisses. William shuddered at the feeling, cheeks, and ears burning whilst his heart was loudly pumping inside its ribcage. For a moment he feared that you could hear it.

His mind was getting fuzzy, while a jittery feeling was bubbling into his stomach as your kisses went further down until your lips were above the edge of his pants. His breaths were becoming heavier as you finally got rid of his pants, and in one swift motion, you also removed his underwear, leaving him entirely exposed and vulnerable under your intense gaze. Moving to the side, and no longer straddling him, you caressed one of his thighs while lovingly looking at him in the eyes.

“Open your legs” you said. A smile appeared on your face upon seeing his cheeks coated with redness, probably out of either nervousness or embarrassment; or probably both. But he was cute nonetheless, especially how he complied with your request without batting an eye. You stroked a couple of times his thigh before moving toward his cock, which was only half-hardened. Starting with a slow pace, you took the time to grab his ankle and move his leg to your side, positioning yourself in the middle. When your upper part leaned toward him, William suddenly stopped you, gently gripping your arm.

“Are you sure about this? W-we can wait if you-” he mumbled, unsure of what he wanted to say. You stopped for a second, thinking about his question. Yes, you wanted it, but if he stopped you, maybe…

“Yes, I’m sure about what I want,” you said, going back up to kiss his lips. “What about you?” William blinked, smoothly wiping away the sweat that collected into his palms while a shiver went down his back. Yet, the hesitation that he was showing through his body, was telling you that -perhaps- he didn’t want it.

“William, if you’re not ready we can stop and-“ yet, he stopped you again by shaking his head. He seemed troubled and considering that maybe he wasn’t feeling good, you gave him an apologetic smile, slowly getting up, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a hug. Upsetting you because of his own insecurities was the last thing he wanted.

The wooden texture of his mask, along with the patches of fur on the sides were tickling your neck, so you lightly pushed him away from you. And just then did everything click into your head.

“Is it about the helmet?” you asked, voice coated in pure curiosity. Now that you thought about it, William never showed you his face -despite dating him for several months now. You had never pushed on the subject, partially because you never wanted to make him uncomfortable or something, but also because you don’t see it as important to know. You never cared for the physical aspect, his personality was wonderful and he always treated you with love and respect. So, really, the helmet never bothered you, so why was he suddenly so nervous about it?

William thought for a moment, stilling on top of you whilst debating if he should go ahead and remove it or just keep it on. He knew it wasn’t a nice thing to do -hiding like that after what happened just seconds prior. You two were already taking the relationship to the next level, and seeing as he was going to spend the night into your room, he’d have to eventually take off the helmet.

Yet, something was keeping him from revealing himself, and that something was his fear of rejection. Having you, running away as soon as you’d see his face, after all that happened, was already making his heart squeeze in pain. He didn’t want you to run away from him, scared or worse, disgusted, by his face. He experienced in the past women seeing his bare face, and sadly most of them would end up horrified by the enormous scar and having you do the same thing, after making him fall in love with you, would be his worst nightmare. While he was having a mental monologue with himself, your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why he was suddenly so silent and spaced out.

“William?”

Your voice caught his attention, blinking a couple of times to regain focus on you and the situation at hand. Slowly, he shifted up in a sitting position, eyes full of concern.

“It’s not what most would like to see” he said, voice low while gripping the sheets. You tilted your head to the side, now way more confused than before.

“See what? The way you sleep?”

William chuckled, yet kept his eyes on his hands as if they were the most interesting things in the world. “No. My face.” The small smile was quick to disappear, letting a frown take place on his face, which you were quick to pick up, noticing also the change of his mood.

“What? Do you have like multiple eyebrows or something? Or maybe you have an additional pair of lips up there? Or do you-” you asked. William widened his eyes; taken aback by all the absurd theories you were making up. You were so caught up into listing all the possible things he was hiding that it made him chuckle once again.

“No, my love. I don’t think that’s even possible”

“We live in a world were magic, elves, fairies, and demons exist, so why can’t someone have Christmas lights connected to their brains?” what was making it more amusing for William, was how genuine and serious you sounded. Although he had to admit, you had a point.

“I just…”

Slowly, his hands went up to grab the mask, emptily swallowing before finally taking it off. He felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, he didn’t like the feeling of you seeing his imperfections, but it was something that was needed to be done, especially at this point in the relationship.

“I still don’t understand what is wrong about your face. But I can see I was wrong on all my theories, especially about the eyebrows. I didn’t know you had none… that’s a lot of room for eyeshadow”

William didn’t know how to react. He had really thought you’d say something about his scar, yet, you didn’t even mention it. Which was quite comforting to him.

“I know my scar is unpleasant, you can tell-“

“And that’s a problem for you? I mean… yeah, everyone has their own insecurities, but it shouldn’t bother you, nor should you care if it bothers someone else,” you said shrugging. Gently, your fingers started drawing small circles on his shoulders before lacing your arms around his neck, leaving a small kiss on his temple, right on the scar.

“Besides, it’s just a scar, something that everyone has, well, not everyone but you know what I mean. Yours happened to be on the face, so what? I still think you’re beautiful”

No one has ever told him that he’s beautiful. Julius had ignored his scar, and even Yami didn’t care at all, but they never said those three words. Yet here you were, peppering short, wet kisses all over his scar as if further proving your point. He had never felt so good into someone’s arms. And he definitely never felt so happy and loved like right now. His heart was leaping inside, a large smile blooming on his face and threatening to stay there for the rest of the night. Now, that he knew how you feel about his scar, he felt more at ease and comfortable.

“Now, let’s finish what we started” you mumbled, firmly pushing him down on the bed. William widened his eyes, startled by the sudden movement. Then, a grunt left his lips as soon as your hand took a hold of his cock, slowly moving your hand up and down. Now that William took off of his chest his insecurity and seeing how loving you still were toward him, there was nothing holding him back.

He placed both his hands on your thighs, hiking up the gown and revealing more and more of your skin to his eyes. Another grunt resonated inside his throat when your thumb brushed over the small hole at the tip, smearing the precum around. William’s grip on you tightened, suddenly realizing that he was the only one fully naked, while your body was still covered by the nightgown.

“Can I-“ he started, trailing off as if hoping for you to catch on what he wanted to ask. He was definitely nervous, and if the slight cracking of his voice along with his burning cheeks were not enough to make you understand that, then the slight tremble of his hands surely did. You nodded, flashing him a small smile, assuring him. William swallowed the sudden lump that formed into his throat as he completely removed your gown by pulling it over your head. For a minute he did nothing but stared at your naked form, mind suddenly spinning as he felt overwhelmed by all that skin.  

You, on the other hand, were not distraught at all, if anything, you wanted him to watch you while also enjoying his cute reactions. The thought that he had never seen a woman fully naked until now and that you were probably his first, was something that brought you quite the enjoyment and satisfaction.

Feeling a sudden boost of confidence running through your body, you forced his legs open, tightly gripping his thighs and positioned yourself in between them, once again. William watched while his heart was threatening to burst out, especially when your face was inching toward his groin. Only then, did he finally find back his voice.

“Love… you don’t have to-“ but his words died into his throat as soon you took him into your warm and slippery mouth. His eyes were wide open, pupils dilated as he tightly gripped the bedsheets, clutching them into his fists while knuckles went almost white. You began to bob your head up and down his cock, occasionally taking him fully, making your nose touch his pelvis while the tip went all the way to the back of your throat. He could feel the texture of your tongue under his cock, the silkiness of your mouth sucking him was driving him crazy.  Moans and grunts slipped out of his mouth despite trying -and miserably failing- at keeping them at bay.

The way you were sucking him, and how you were making him feel as if he was on cloud nine, was making his head spin with pleasure, but only when your eyes locked with his, did he almost lost it. His blush intensified upon clearly seeing how his cock was disappearing into your welcoming mouth, and adding to that the eye contact was becoming way too much for him.

”Y/n… I’m-” his breaths were heavy and quick, coming out in puffs, and you knew that he was reaching his limit, but suddenly you stopped. William looked at you confused, slightly pouting in disappointing at being denied his release, but it soon disappeared once you straddled him, gripping the base of his cock and aligning it at your entrance. His hands took a hold of your hips, helping you out when you began to slowly take him in.

William’s mouth fell open, a low -almost inaudible groan leaving his lips as you slowly sank on him, walls tightening around his length. His head fell back on the mattress, eyes shut close, and once he was fully inside you, he took a moment to cherish the feeling. He thought that nothing could compare to that feeling, yet he was proven wrong when you started rocking your hips. More grunts left his lips, half-lidded eyes watching as you fucked yourself on his cock, hips going back and forth trying to get him as deep as you could. His hands tightened on your hips, nails barely digging into your soft flesh yet you paid no mind to it.

“Feeling good, love?” you teased, despite being out of breath. William moaned again, eyes rolling all the way back at your powerful thrusts. Your walls were squeezing him so deliciously that it was making it hard for him to find the right words to say.

“Yes” the response came out breathless, mind blank but at the same time filled with you. Your name being the only thing that he could let out of his mouth along with ‘please’ and ‘more’. His hips then started to move on their own, thrusting upwards to meet yours half-way through, chasing the sweet release that he so craved.

His eyes traveled from your pussy up to your breasts, which were bouncing following the mildly fast rhythm of the thrusts. Seeing you so lost in pleasure, so caught up into the feeling of him filling you up, sparked within him a desire to bring you even more pleasure, thus, his thrusts became harsher, successfully hitting your core multiple times. One of his hands went up and grabbed your breast, while the other one cupped the back of your neck, pulling you into another kiss.

Low, quick puffs of air were released against your mouth as he kept rutting inside you, growling once you started to tighten around him, sign that you were close to your release. His hips stuttered once again against yours, hitting over and over again your sweet spot, making your head spin with delight, wanton moans spilling out of your mouth while also pleasing his ears as you finally came around his cock.

After a couple of more thrusts, William too came, spilling everything inside and coating your walls white. Both stayed like that, regaining your breaths while William scooped you into his arms, right hand going through your strands while leaving small kisses on your forehead. After what seemed like a minute, William turned to face you.

“We should go and-“ but upon seeing your eyes shut, and hearing the soft snores that you were making, he understood that you were already sleeping. He smiled, eyes softening as he tightened his arms around your waist and covered your body with the blanket. The bath could wait, right now, taking a nap sounded way more tempting.

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A/n: First of all, thank you sweetie for requesting! 

Second of all, I’m not sure if this is what you wanted…? You were not specific when it came to the ns*w part so I went ahead and used whatever went through my head, but I hope you enjoyed it!

[kewltie]

"Get out of my way, extras," Katsuki yells, pushing through a throng of busybody who all decided at that moment to move as sluggishly as possible like they got nothing to do but stand in his way. "Fucking move it already!"

"Sorry, sorry, he hadn’t has his lunch yet," Eijirou says behind him to the people Katsuki had offended.

Which is not an uncommon thing around him; he'd rightfully pissed off more than a few people in this lifetime. What is uncommon is Katsuki storming his way through a police station in the afternoon with adrenaline and anticipation hot on his tail since he'd received that message from Captain Omari.

Zero, I believe we just had a major breakthrough with the Nine case. I suggest you come to the station this instance.

Nine, that fucking ratface bastard has been thorn in Katsuki side for so long now that there’s not a day he doesn’t think about grinding his face in the dust. Ruthless and cunning, Nine had managed to keep a tight rein of terror in Katsuki's city.

He'd went head to head against Nine in countless battles before, came out on top more than half it, but had been denied his rightful victory every fucking time Nine had clawed his way out and escaped Katsuki's grip. More than just beyond frustrating, it is his greatest humiliation.

Katsuki has been on this chase for three years now, right after his agency had took over the main patrol routes of the city, but Nine remains elusive as ever and for all Katsuki’s accomplishment and accolades he'd achieved so far – owning his own agency in just only five years after his debut, unseating the previous number one hero, and a growing list of villains he'd taken down and thrown in Tartarus. Nine's entire existence is an embarrassing mar on his more than stellar record.

Now, he finally get a chance to put Nine away for good and keep it that way, with no hope of that slimy bastard wiggling his way out of it this time around, because Katsuki is going to fucking destroy him.

Katsuki's legs eventually carry him right outside of a secure interrogation room, where two armed officers are station by the door.  "Ground Zero," one of them says, dipping his head in deference, "the captain is waiting for you in there."

He makes a grunt of acknowledgement. Just as he about to open the door with Eijirou close behind him, the officer on the left puts his hand out to block them from coming in.

"Sorry, sir, but the captain requested to only see Zero-san at the moment," he says.

Katsuki's eyes narrow. "What the fuck. He's my partner."

"S-sorry," the man says again, wilting under the force of Katsuki's glare, "but it’s captain's order."

Eijirou, who is less of an asshole than him and therefore marginally better at handling other people, just pats Katsuki's on the shoulder and shrugs. "Don't worry, just go on ahead without me. I'm sure, Captain Omari has a good reason for it."

Katsuki makes a face and lets out a resigned sigh. Nine is such a troublesome little shit that it became an inter-agencies mission to hunt him down with Katsuki leading the charge, bullying other agencies in the district to work with him because Nine is a public menace and UA had beaten him black and blue the lone wolf mentally out of him. Captain Omari had been supporting him from the side, doing menial investigations and interviews that Katsuki is too busy for.

They work closely together enough now that if the old man thinks this is serious enough to warrant secrecy, even though he trusts Eijirou with his life, then fuck Katsuki is going to respect it. "Fine," he grits out, giving Eijirou a nod, "you stay out here then. Wait for me."

Ejirou gives him a thumb up. "You got it, bro."

Katsuki rolls his eyes and turns to the officer, blocking him from entering currently. "Can I fucking go in now?" he demands.

"Uh, y-yes, of course, sir," the officer squeaks out, stepping aside so Katsuki can come through. Katsuki’s terrifying reputation precedes him once more. Good.

He opens the door with no resistance and walks into an even smaller room as the door shuts behind him. It's empty of occupant and a compact space with a large blackened glass mirror taking over one half of the wall, separating this room from another room where there's another door tucked to a corner.

There's no sound coming through from the other side, but he knows Omari is there and whatever lead he might have caught is there also. He thinks maybe it’s another witness to Nine’s crime or one of Nine’s associates finally coming in to turn against Nine for leniency later. The former is more likely than the latter, because nobody connected with Nine was stupid or insane enough to betrayed him; those fucking cowards.

Katsuki clenches and unclenches his hand, knowing that Omari wouldn't hail him here like this if he didn't expect something good to come out of it. He trusts Omari.

He walks over to the door, twists the knob open, pushes his way through and steps inside to a—nursery? There are kids on the floor, three bowed head shading away on pages of a coloring book and there's another one sitting nearby, watching them closely with a cool detachment.

Their quiet giggles and murmurs that had filled the room earlier stops abruptly at the sound of his entrance, and he's staring right into the eyes of youthful curiosity in some and heavy skepticism and wariness in others. These children make him feels stripped raw.

One, two, three, and four, he counts off in his head, from what look to be the oldest sitting in a chair against the wall with her hands carefully place on her lap and the youngest sandwiching between his other siblings, because they're clearly blood related with three of the four sharing the same eerie white hair and stormy grey eyes.

Only the youngest, no. 4, Katsuki quietly dubs in his head, sticks out like a sore thumb with a head full of  green curl and an even greener set of eyes that avoided his gaze.

"It's Ground Zero!" the little girl, no. 3, on the floor says with a delighted gasp, reaching over no. 4 to shake no. 2’s shoulder excitedly.

No. 2, a sour looking boy, grunts in annoyance and roll away from her touch. "I can see that, Akira. I'm not blind."

No. 4 huddles closer to no. 3 as though he can hide from Katsuki's scrutiny, while no. 1 doesn't even react to his presence, continuing to watch over her younger siblings with careful consideration.

Someone clears their throat and it's definitely none of the kids because Omari says, "Ah, there you are, Bakugou."

Katsuki jerks his head up to meet Omari's amused gaze. He'd been so preoccupied by these kids, who shouldn’t be here in the first place, that he didn’t even take notice of anybody else in the room and eve forgot the reason why he's here.

"Sorry," he grumbles. "I just—who the fuck are these brats?! And where the hell are their parents?!"

"Language," No. 1 snaps out, speaking up for the first time. There’s an arrogance lilt to her voice as her eyes narrow at him, finally deeming him important enough to be acknowledge. "Please watch your mouth around my younger siblings, Zero-san."

Katsuki glares at that tiny ball of superiority, who doesn't even flinch under the heat of his fury. She's cool as fucking ice and he has a lot of things he want to say about that, but wisely keeps his mouth shut because he's not getting into an argument with a fucking fetus.

Omari stifles a laugh at the hilarious theater unfolding before him, because it's not everyday Ground Zero get scolded by a child, and clears his throat again. "Sorry that I called you in such a hurry, but," he rises from his seat and steps back, "this is extremely important. I would like you to meet someone," he says, gesturing his hand out toward the other person, who'd been sitting quietly across the table from him.

Katsuki's eyes widen as he looks past Omari and into the face he hadn't seen in more than ten years. "Hello, Kacchan," Midoriya Izuku says. It’s same green curls, green eyes, and freckles dusting across his cheeks, but he’s older and surer of himself, looking particularly comfortable in his seat.

"W-what, Deku?!" Katsuki stumbles out, half in hysteric and disbelief. "I-I thought you fucking died! What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Well, I see you have met my children," Izuku says instead, glancing over at the brats lovingly with a soft smile. "And they're the sole reason I'm here today."

The last time, Katsuki had seen Midoriya Izuku was when he was watching him get cart off into a car by the social services three days after Aunt Inko had died of a car accident; he was only thirteen. Quirkless, omega, and recently orphaned – Izuku was truly one of the world’s the unluckiest bastards.

Katsuki's mother had wanted to take Izuku in, but a young omega and alpha living under the same roof was ill advised and Katsuki would have fought it every single step. The social service simply wouldn't have it, and so Izuku became a ward of the state. Katsuki didn't see him again after that. Until now that is.

After more than ten years, he'd only assumed the worst.

Omegas, especially one that young, who had taken in by the state would eventually get fostered –  auctioned - off to eligible bachelor alphas as soon as they turn sixteen to be mated, leaving them with little to no choice but to comply.

Afterward, they tend to disappeared off the map.

Sometimes that means they're dead, other times they're alive but enslaved. Katsuki doesn't know which the better outcome is because they're both shit either way. His mother had tried to look for Izuku afterward and even Katsuki made his own attempt because he realized what a shit he was, but years had passed by and still nothing, no sign of a Midoriya Izuku at all. Eventually, Katsuki had to write Izuku off completely.

Now, he's standing in a secured room at a police station and Midoriya Izuku is not only alive, but whole and healthy. The only thing he can think of is: "These horrid little monsters are your kids?!"

No. 3's head perks up and she scowls at him. "Hey, hey, that's not nice!"

No. 2's eyes narrow, raising his fist up and looking at Katsuki's thoughtfully. "Should I kick him?" he offers.

No. 1 frowns, lips thinning out in unimpressed line. "Kouki, do not do that," she scolds at her brother. "We don't lower ourselves to his baser level."

No. 4 leans close to no. 3’s ear and whispers, not quite quiet enough, to his sister, "are we monster, Akira-nee?"

"Yea," she curls her fingers like they are claws at him and a low growl rumbles from her throat, "and I'mma eat you, Hikaru!" Her fingers attacks his side relentlessly.

No. 4 tries to fend off her attack with a fit of loud giggles and flailing hands, hiding behind no. 2 ,who only scowls before raising his fists up to defend no. 4 from no. 3, which quickly descends into a tickle fight. No. 1 looks upon her younger siblings and sighs deeply like they pained her.

"Yes," Izuku says, watching the tickle fight unfolding before them with barely contained amusement and fondness, "they're my most precious children." There's an entire world in those few words; a fierce love that could weather any storm. He turns toward no. 1 and gestures toward her. "Over there is my eldest daughter and pride, Yuko."

Yuko rises to her feet and lowers her head just slightly enough to show respect, but her cold gaze locking on him says another otherwise. "Hello," she greets, and a heavy beat, then, "Kacchan."

Katsuki's left eye twitch, but he holds his tongue as Izuku fails to hide his smile.

"My twins," Izuku continues, waving to the tangled limbs on the floor, "the sullen Kouki and fierce Akira, who are pulling at each other's hair."

"Papaaaaaaa," Akira whines, kicking Kouki in the side to get him off of her as Kouki grunts in pain, "Kouki is embarrassing me in front of Kacchan!"

Kouki releases his sister with a shove and scowls, which is all he seems to be able to do. "Kacchan," he sneers, "can eat my—"

"Kouki!" Yuko snaps, grey eyes flashing with heat.

Kouki stares up at Yuko for a beat, and then ducks his head dejectedly. "Sorry, Yuko-nii. Sorry, Papa."

"As you can see they’re my lovely twins," Izuku says, smiling proudly down at his children like his kids didn't tried to kill each other in front of him and there are witnesses to it. "And lastly my youngest and treasure, Hikaru."

Hikaru scrambles up from the floor and hurries to Izuku, climbing into his lap. He buries his face into Izuku's shoulder, hands fisting around Izuku's shirt tightly like he's trying to hide himself from the world, but slowly he raises his head away from Izuku to quietly and shyly says, "Hi, Kacchan."

Ok, Katsuki’s heart quickens just slightly there but the fact that he’s also adopting his older siblings' choice of name for Katsuki is—annoying. These kids have no fucking boundaries at all.

Katsuki scrubs his face, feeling a headache coming on. "Yea, thanks for introduction and all, I guess, but I still don't understand what the fu—" Yuko shoots him another quelling glare and Katsuki grimaces as he corrects himself, because this kid is not letting up, "is going on."

Omari, who had been letting Izuku lead the conversation so far, pips up finally, "I told you in the message earlier that I need you here." His expression straightens out and there’s a heavy solemnness to it. “It’s Nine. Izuku-san is here for Nine.”

With just that name alone the entire room freezes as though a forbidding cloud have descended upon them.

Yuko's shoulders tighten just minutely enough that if Katsuki didn't pay close attention he wouldn't have notice. The twins get up from the floor to stand behind their older sister, holding to each other in a united front like they're going to war. Izuku squeezes his arms around Hikaru, who ducks his head under his chin and tries to pretend nobody else exist in the room.

Katsuki frowns at the sudden change in the family's friendly atmosphere earlier. "What does that have to do with Deku and the kids?" he demands, even though there's a nagging feeling in his head that he’ll hate whatever words to come out of their mouth next.

"He's my husband," Izuku admits quietly, and it’s strained like the words had to dragged out of him, "and the sire of my children."

Yea, he fucking hates it. Katsuki feels like someone had just ripped the rug under him. "You married the bastard?!" he demands, storming up to Izuku. "Do you even know what kind of person he is?! He’s a murdering psychopath whose kill counts are in the triple digits!"

"Get away from my Papa," he hears Kouki yells off in the distance, but fuck Katsuki couldn't care less right now as Yuko scolds, "Kouki! Kouki, enough! Stop it."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see the two sisters struggling to hold Kouki back from jumping Katsuki. For such a small body, there’s a lot of rage in him. Something that Katsuki is keenly familiar with.

"Kouki, please," Izuku says gently. And that's all it take for Kouki to completely exhausts his fighting spirit. "Sorry," he says, looking at Katsuki apologetically, "my kids are just protective." He looks down at the table separating them, hand carefully stroking Hikaru's back.

Katsuki casts a quick glance at Omari, who quietly shakes his head and keeps his mouth zip, clearly wanting Izuku to dictate the pace of the conversation. There's a story here, he knows, and Izuku and his kids are at the very center of it and Katsuki doesn't like it one bit. "Deku," he says awkwardly, like blubbering fool, "just take your time. I'll wait."

He finds himself in the uncomfortable position of having to comfort a distressed civilian and his wayward kids, which is not something Katsuki is used to. It should have been Eijirou rather, who always been better at this than him, but somehow that's not good enough.

"And it is because I know who my husband is that's why I'm here before you," Izuku reveals, voice steady and firm with each word. "When I'd married him, I was sixteen and had no other choice, but now my children are older and I will do anything to secure their future so that they have the choice that I didn't." He lifts his gaze and meets Katsuki's own, eyes bright and fierce with all the power of a parental love behind it; it’s a force to be reckon with. "I will not let my children become a monster like their sire. They will not be a villain of their own story," he declares to the entire room.

Katsuki cast a quick glance at Omari, a silence exchange passes between them, and Omari gives a short nod before Katsuki’s focus falls back on Izuku. "It would take us a few hours and a bit of work, but we can arrange to take you and your kids away right now," he offers. His mind is already racing with the logistic of it. It'll be rush job, but he knows they can do it. They will do it. Izuku won't accept anything less for his family and neither will Katsuki, this is something they can both agreed upon. "We can protect your family from Nine. Just tell us what you know of him and his operation and we'll take it from here," he presses.

Nine is still a main priority of him and his team even though he’s now terribly aware that the monster he had been dreaming of putting away for life has a spouse and kid, but even then Nine had ruined the idea of a family too with his taint. You have to be a certain kind of rotten bastard to invoke enough fear and anger in your family to have them turned on you.

Izuku smiles, but it’s too wide and crooked. "Thank you,” he shakes his head, “but no."

Katsuki blinks, then reels back in shock and annoyance. Does he even know what he’s rejecting?! "What do you mean no? Didn't you come here specifically for our help?!"

"You can't help me," Izuku says, slowly but firmly. "Nine has been given free ranged of this city for years, Kacchan, and you and your people couldn't even do anything to stop him. You didn't even know my family existed until now, because you had nothing on him. The only one who can help me right now is myself and I will be the one to put him down for good."

Katsuki flinches, instinctively the young hotheaded alpha in him rumbles unpleasantly. "What can you even do?!" He sneers. "You're what—a househusband? Last a check you're quirkless and an omega, what can you even do that we can't? Leave this to the pros, we'll take care of it."

Izuku winces, a flash of hurt runs across his face as his eyes lower to the table and his hand balls into a fist at the back of Hikaru, who cries out a soft, concern, "Papa?"

"Bakugou," Katsuki hears the infliction of a scold in Omari's voice, but he doesn't care. Izuku's earlier words had sting harder than he like to admit. He always know how to get under Katsuki’s skin even after all these years. Something never changes.

"Fuck you!" he hears a young, angry voice from the side then a flash of movement before he gets a face full of spite in Kouki. "You don't know what sort of hell we'd suffered in that house, so don't you ever talk that way to my Papa. He's more of a hero than any of you people!" His small fists clenched at his side, body bristling in defense and ready for a fight with him.

Katsuki casts a hasty, furtive glance at the other two who remains silence, but their silence is deafening with the way a wrought of disappointment and hurt runs across Akira's face. While Kouki's anger is all fire and brimstone, Yuko's contempt runs much deeper and colder in it placidly, enough to chills him to the bones. The fact that she didn't rebuke Kouki right away for his language tells Katsuki that there's a storm brewing behind those her cold grey eyes and he's the culprit for it.

Katsuki is a rightful asshole. He knows this, his friends like to remind him often enough, but he isn't a malicious one. Not anymore anyway. Being around Izuku though brought back that angry and dumb boy who only knows how to lash out and hurt others for the damage he'd perceived they committed against him.

That isn't him though. He isn’t that boy anymore.

He really thought he truly outgrown it, but confronted with the living memory of all his insecurities, he had regressed once more. Midoriya Izuku always got the better of him. Quirkless and omega be damned, because Izuku always broke Katsuki’s carefully laid boundaries and expectations.

That truth made him furious back then. Now it leaves him empty.

Katsuki takes several steps back from them, scrubs his face furiously, and exhales. A long, deep exhale and shoves out all his crumbling self doubts and fucked ups down, because this isn't about him. Not, not about him at all. "Sorry," he murmurs, embarrassed, then he remembers the face of those kids and sighs. "Sorry," he says again, louder and stronger this time around. "That's inexcusable. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way."

Omari looks so shock by his sudden apology that he nearly chokes on air. Izuku also seems surprised by his outburst by the slight hang of his lips, but it softens out into a small, shy smile that makes him appear much younger than he really is. Almost like the boy Katsuki used to know.

"No. 2 is right, I know shit so I shouldn't have assumed," Katsuki presses on, cheeks flushing at his own admission.

"No. 2? Did he mean Kouki?" Akira not whispers to her sister, because nobody in this fucking family knows how to do it properly.

Yuko hisses a, "be quiet, Akira," in return.

"Thank you," Izuku acknowledges with a curve of his lips, because he always been kinder and better than Katsuki in that regard. "I accept your apology, Kacchan."

Kouki only glares at him as he settles next to Izuku, arms folded and hovering close by as some sort of silent sentinel, but really he just look like a miniature protector. Kinda useless but an A for effort, Katsuki guesses.

"I understand where your doubt and hesitation is coming from, so I came prepared to prove my point," Izuku continues, jerking his head toward the two girls. "Yuko, would you please?"

"Yes, Papa," Yuko says, pulling back to rummage through her small purse, and takes out a pencil case from the bag.

Katsuki's brows furrow as Yuko approaches him with the fuzzy panda shape pencil case. He glances at Omari who also adopts a look of total confusion on his face too.

"Hand, please. This is for you, Kacchan," Yuko says coolly, depositing it onto his open palm. "Open it and look inside."

A tiny bit miffed at having to take order by a damn fetus, but he finds himself obeying anyway and unzips the bag to find four USB flash drives tucked inside and nothing else. He jerks his head up, eyes widen as Izuku gives him a knowing and purposeful smile that is full of bite. Izuku hasn't said anything yet, but Katsuki's heart is already racing with the hints of what to come.

"Those four flash drives contain all the information I've collected over ten years about my husband and his crime wave. They hold everything about his associates, sources, and businesses," Izuku explains. "Pictures, documentations, and weekly logs of what he had been up to for the past years. I had painstakingly gathered them together and put it all in those flash drives as evidence. And this is just four of the ten I made so far. The rest is to guarantee my children safety." He places his hands on the table and stares at Omari and Katsuki with a pointed look. "As you can see it's not that I need you, but it is you who need me," he finishes. "Like I said before, there is nothing I won't do for my children, so do I have your attention now?"

It has been over ten years since they had last seen each other — Katsuki had went on and seized the number one ranking as the top hero in the country, and Izuku had all disappeared from Katsuki’s life . Only to reappear before him as the spouse of one of the most dangerous villains in the world. And he even got four kids in tow now.

What utter bullshit.

If someone told him that this is their future — standing on opposing side, he, a hero, trying to put down a villain and Izuku, a quirkless omega, who effectively engineered his own husband downfall. It's absurd. Laughable even.  But here they both are, staring each other down like the clash of titans; an unstoppable force colliding with an unmovable object. Katsuki had fought more formidable foe than this married, quirkless omega in front of him, and yet, he shakes his head and sighs; a curious foreign feeling stirs within.

It's not awful and that's the thing, the rage and despair doesn't kick in even though he realizes who had come out of this battle of wills victorious. "Fine. Fucking fine. You win, Deku," he says with wry twist of his lips. "We'll do as you say and follow your lead."

A true smile spreads across Izuku's face that isn't hinder by any passing secrets and machination. It was one he reserved solely for his children. "Thank you, Kacchan," he says, tilting his head toward Katsuki. "I came to you because I knew I can trust you, but I didn't expect you to have grown this much too. It's a nice surprised," he admits, blush staining his cheeks as he looks away, unwilling to meet Katsuki's startled gaze.

"I—I, yea, uh, you too," Katsuki stumbles out like a total idiot as Omari sucks in a deep breath next to him, clearly amused by their entire exchange.

But he's the only one because Kouki's face crunches up like he'd ate something bitter, Yuko just glares at him with the force enough to level a city, and Akira's eyes widen as she glances back and forth between a blushing Izuku and Katsuki's foot in his mouth act.

"Ohmygod," Akira says horrified, a palm flying to her mouth.  

"Be quiet," Yuko hisses at her.

But it's not them, who is the final nail in the coffin for Katsuki and Izuku. Hikaru pushes himself away from Izuku's hold, enough to get look at him and frowns. "Papa, why is your face so red?" says Hikaru, brows furrowing worriedly. "Are—are you sick?"

"N—no, I'm fine," Izuku immediately denies, hands flying toward his face to cover himself from Hikaru's curious inquiry, but Hikaru is relentless.

"Then why are you hiding?" he demands, reaching for Izuku to pry the fingers away. And it's a battle between father and son.

Katsuki finds himself watching Deku—Izuku—who had easily flipped their power game around and put himself on top of them like it was nothing, now he's currently fighting off his son's curious attention and failing.

It's. All. Just. So. Fucking. Cute. Fuck him. He's going crazy now. Losing his fucking mind the longer he spend in here.

Kouki reaches over and snatches Hikaru's hand in his grip. "Stop," he orders, low and pointed. "You're bothering Papa."

Hikaru's head dips and he says quietly, "Sorry, Kouki-nii." And Kouki releases Hikaru's hand.

Izuku lets out a breath of relief. "Thank you, Kouki."

God, kill him now. Adorable. This family is going to be the death of him. Every one of them.  

He groans, rubbing his face as thought that will cure whatever fucking illness that had taken hold of him. He can hear Omari trying to smother a chuckle beside him.

Katsuki straightens up and clears his throat. "So shall we do next?"

Izuku places Hikaru on the floor, who quickly clambers toward Kouki to hold his older brother’s hand in his. "I'll head home with the kids for now and we go on as though nothing had changed as I gathered the last of my flash drives and the incriminating information for you," he tells them.

A brow shoots up to Katsuki's hairline. "Just like that? You're fine with coming back to him after all that shit?" Isn’t he scare of what Nine could do to them if he accidently slipped off somehow? Katsuki had seen all of Nine’s former associates choosing to be thrown in Tartarus rather than give up Nine, because of how much terror he had instill in all of them.

Izuku gives an amused snort. "I have been living with him since I was sixteen, young and helpless, and no power to fight back. I can handle him just fine."

Izuku may say it all nonchalantly, but there's strange flicker of his face that causes all his children tense up. It makes Katsuki want to reach out and grabs Izuku and his children so he can stuffed them away in a safe house so Nine can't touch any of them. Fucking slimy bastard.

Just because Izuku thinks he's okay doesn't make it so. Sometimes abuse doesn’t leave any physical imprints behind, but it grips the heart and poisoned everything else, leaving the victim just as damaged and broken in the same way.

But Izuku is no victim. He's a survivor. This is the most obvious thing he'd understood today.

"Okay, but if you need anything, you can contact me anytime," Katsuki says, holding his hands still at his side so he doesn't do anything stupid like reach out toward Izuku without his permission. "I'm here if you need me."

"Oh," Izuku breathes, a pink tint rises to his cheeks once more and Katsuki wonders how many times he can be the cause of it? And then proceeds to want to punch himself in the face for that train of thought. "I—I see, thank you for that offer. I wouldn't want to impose."

"No!" Katsuki says vehemently, feeling like he's losing his fucking mind here because he can't stop running his stupid mouth. "I don't fucking care. Impose away. It doesn't matter how small it is, just let me help you. You don't have to take on everything yourself."

Izuku's lips part, but no words come out as he stares at Katsuki with an inexplicable expression across his face, making Katsuki's edgy under the scrutiny like he’s picking Katsuki’s apart to see what make him tick.

Silence descends upon them.

Omari coughs into his hand, clearing the strange air between them. "If that will be all?

Izuku drags his gaze away from Katsuki enough to nods his head. "Yes, I'll contact you as soon as I finished my preparation," he says, rising to his feet.

Yea, the quicker they get the mission done with and throw Nine in prison, the sooner Izuku and his children can be free. And be out of Katsuki’s life and thought.

The only problem is the fucking waiting around, and he's not used to being still and holding out for others to take action first, but he's not leading this mission. It's all Izuku's. They're just following him along and aiding him, when Izuku is the one in control of everything.

It's a sore situation he finds himself in, but as Izuku steps away from the table to reveal his hand carefully resting over the tiny bump of his stomach. And Katsuki is not fucking dumb, okay? He knows what he's seeing. "Wait, you're pregnant?!" Katsuki demands, voice going scratchy high with disbelief.

Izuku pauses, glances down at his stomach as though he’d forgotten about it. "Ah, yes that's right." His face brightens as he rubs his slightly bulging belly. "I told you before, I would do anything to secure my children's future. No children of mine will be raised as monster. "

The children huddle around Izuku protectively, a united front against the world. This kind of bond goes beyond just blood. Forged in the fire of the hell they must have endure under Nine's fearful reign over their household.

He may not know their full story, but it's there. He can see it all over their face in the frigid glare of Yuko, the aggressive stance of Kouki, and the tightness of Akira's shoulders. But even among all that horror, there is hope still: "Hello, baby sister," Hikaru says softly to Izuku's belly, touching it fondly.

“Hey, it could be boy!” Akira protests.

“Girl,” Kouki says with a frown. “I want a little sister.”

“Don’t assume things,” Yuko lectures her siblings. “We don’t know yet!”

Izuku laughs, seemingly delighted by his children fighting over their newest sibling.

Katsuki is a pro-hero, fighting and protecting is part of his job, his duty; it's who he is, but looking at the family in front of him he has never been more seized by this wretched feeling to be better, to do better to earn their—trust and faith. Fuck, he just wants to be enough to deserve them. To be able to protect them against all the wrongs that had been dealt against them.

He wants them.

[darlinvandijk]

Christmas Photos

Concept: request for a Christmas imagine, I absolutely love this idea! Btw my friend helped me out and came up with the idea for it and I think she did great on getting it all ready for me so I could write it for y’all! Dm me and whatnot for requests and I’ll be happy to comply! I hope you enjoy :)

The Van Dijk siblings and I walked through the shopping mall, Coco and Sylvie with their boyfriends, and Ruel and I - who was my absolute best friend and nothing more than that, well at least to him I was nothing more than that. We strolled around, enjoying the holiday spirt, looking around at all the lights and decorations. While we were walking around, we came across a small set up that showed a photographer and small ‘living room’ set, with a couch and fake background. I noticed a sign towards the side of the set that said “Free awkward family Christmas photos”, before I knew what was happening, Coco shrieks and starts pulling all of us towards the short line.

Ruel rolls his eyes as we get pulled into the line, turning to talk to the other boys, while I just stand next to him and look at the cute family getting ready for their pictures. I notice that it’s an actual family made of two parents and two daughters, I instantly pull on Ruels sleeve upon noticing. He immediately stops talking and turns to me, looking over me to see if I’m alright, before settling with a confused look when he sees I’m fine.

“Ruel I think this is for actual families, like you bring your children and shit here” I whisper out to him, laughing as I think about how dumb we’re going to look. He looks at the family and lets out a chuckle, giving me a small shrug as he realizes I’m right, neither of us realizing the rest of the group had been listening to our conversation until Sylvie speaks up.

“Bitch what do you think we are? We are a family, just not biological since well incest isn’t cool” Sylvie states, realizing that their boyfriends were in fact a part of this group. I let out a laugh as I watch the two boys look at their girlfriends in mild disgust, thinking about being related to them. I feel a nudge on my lower back while I’m laughing, turning to glance up at Ruel, only to have a camera shoved in my face while we wait. I groan and smack his phone away from my face, watching as he smiles at his screen, before putting his phone in his pocket and giving me a cheeky little grin. We turn back to everyone, only to see Coco and Sylvie getting all cuddly with their boyfriends while waiting, causing Ruel and I to gag instantaneously, both of us laughing when we see our matching expressions.

Finally after 20 minutes of waiting it was our turn to go up, and of course we all attacked the prop and costume table. We all grabbed and passed around ugly sweaters, right when I reached for one, I was spun around and pressed against Ruel. Before I could react to the position, he let go of my waist and shoved an ugly sweater over my head, completely messing my hair up. I huffed as he ran from me and tried to fix my hair, only to see him coming back towards me again quickly, putting fake glasses on my face, identical to the ones on his own. I laugh at how dorky he looks, only to end up silent as he leans in towards me, reaching out to fix my hair for me. I blush as he slowly pulls away, staring into my eyes, before letting out a slight cough and straightening up.

“Alright dumbasses it’s photo time!” Sylvie chants out, all of us laughing and walking towards the couch. The two boys sat on the sofa, grabbing their respective girlfriends so that they could sit on their laps. I shook my head a little and forcefully squished in next to Ruel, hearing him let out a groan when my elbow makes contact with his stomach. He rolls his eyes when he realizes he has no space, deciding to grab me and pull me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. It’s not that we’ve never sat like this before, it just feels different when we’re like this next to two other couples, especially when I know he doesn’t feel the same for me.

“Is this alright? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable” He whispers into my ear, wanting to keep it just between us. I blush as his lips lightly touch the outside of my ear, shakily nodding my head yes as I lean against his chest. He lets out a chuckle, the vibration of it against my body causing me to also laugh. Stuck in our own little bubble, neither of us notice the two couples watching us with small smirks, the smirks only growing larger as they watch Ruels hand give my thigh a little squeeze.

“Sooo you guys finally became a couple huh?” Cocos boyfriend asks, as the rest of the group sits and watches us to see our reactions. I feel Ruel tense up underneath me at the same time I start to feel my face heat up, opening and closing my mouth to try and come up with a reply. I look back at Ruel, seeing him with a matching blush, staring straight at his sisters with a glare, almost as if they knew something that I didn’t know.

“Wait shit, I genuinely thought you guys were together, but by the looks on your face I’m guessing I was wrong. Surely you guys like each other right?” He slowly asks, watching the way we squirm under his gaze, Ruel tightening his grip on my waist, completely nervous about being put on the spot. We both shake our heads, faces turning a matching shade of pink, making how flustered we are super obvious. Upon seeing the doubtful gazes of the two couples, I immediately speak up to try and clear the air.

“We’re just friends, I mean don’t you think something would have happened by now if there was anything more there?” I laugh out, hoping my laugh covers the heartbreak I feel inside, knowing he’ll never see me in the same light that I see him in. I feel Ruel stop moving when I say that, making me tense up, thinking I could have possibly said something to offend him. Before I can even try and say something to him, Coco cuts in, making the tension between us even worse.

“But they totally have crushes on each other, I mean look at their matching jingle bells sweaters” Coco teases, making us blush all over again. I let out a squeak as Ruels hand darts from my hip up to my waist tickling me, causing me to jolt around, making the bells on our sweaters jingle. I turn and face him, giving him a little shove for doing that, watching as a smirk appears on his face. I give him a weary look, knowing he’s up to no good, while the others watch in amusement. Let’s just say, the next thing he said almost ruined Christmas for me.

“They’re right, you obviously jingle my bells baby-” He taunts, causing me to turn bright red at his innuendo, completely shocked that he’d make a joke like that in front of them. The two couples choke on air, completely bursting into laughter as they watch the look of horror still on my face. I open my mouth to scold Ruel, only for him to interrupt me, “Photo time!” He yells loudly, looking at the photographer pleadingly, knowing he was about to get an earful from me. The photographer laughs, having been very entertained with the situation he watched unfold, not minding waiting since we were the last people in line.

“Time for the first photo, get ready!” He replies, giving us a grin as we all get situated. We all sit back against the boys and smile, the boys resting their chins on our shoulders, matching grins resting on their faces. We hear the click of the camera a few times, watching as he looks at the laptop next to him, humming in approval at the pics that flash on the screen. He turns back to us and gives us a nod, letting us know that they’re good.

“Lets have some fun now, do a silly one!” He laughs out, we all laugh and get ready to be our usual selves. I stick my tongue out for the camera, going cross eyed as I look forward, knowing undoubtedly that Ruel is doing the same thing I’m doing. Whenever I want to post something fun on my socials for the fans we usually do something like that, it’s basically our deafault face, much to Kate’s dismay when she’s trying to get a nice photo of us. The photographer grins upon seeing the pictures he’s taking, loving the way we’re having just as much fun as he is.

“Time for some rapid fire shots, look above you!” He calls out, instantly starting to take pictures as we all look up, the six of us all having matching faces of curiousity. My face immediately turns into one of shock as I see the mistletoe hanging above our heads, feeling Ruel also breathe in sharply upon seeing it. The camera continues to click, as we all take in the situation, the two couples smile while leaning in to place a kiss on to their partners lips, Ruel and I take that moment to look at each other nervously. We both just stare wide eyed at one another, faces an equal shade of pink, completely unsure on what to do in such an abrupt situation. Ruel grins at me nervously, before slowly leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on my cheek, while I laugh at the feeling of his hands squeezing my waist.

“Ruel you idiot! Don’t be a pussy and kiss her properly!” Coco yells out with a large grin, both couples having been watching us with smirks the whole time. The photographer chuckles and joins in, agreeing with Cocos idea, causing me to start sweating a bit at the idea of kissing the boy I’ve been in love with my whole life. Ruel watches me with a soft smile while reaching a hand up to cup my cheek, before leaning in and pressing a nervous, but sweet kiss to my lips. Our cheeks are both bright red as we pull away, both of us momentarily forgetting where we are as we grin at each other. We snap out of our little daze when we hear the chorused “aww” released from the others.

“Ok I’m just printing the photos now! Come look at them!” The photographer calls out, saving Ruel and I from the teasing that was no doubt about to happen. We all stand up, taking off the costumes we put on, and look at the photos he hands us, having printed enough for everyone to get one of each picture. We all thank him a thousand times, paying him for the pictures, ignoring his statements about how it was free. He gives us a teary smile, telling us how he wishes us a beautiful Merry Christmas. Before we say our goodbyes,I watch him slip something to Ruel, mumbling something before clasping him on the shoulder, while Ruel shakes his head in agreement. I glance at Ruel curiously while he sends me a small smile, before we all say our goodbyes, watching the smile he sends us while packing up his equipment, before we make our way out of the mall.

Ruel pulls me back a little as we walk outside towards where the cars are parked, causing me to stumble a bit. His hands shoot out and steady me, causing us to stop, neither of us noticing the two couples stop a little ways away. They watch us silently, not wanting to interrupt whatever moment was happening between us. I watch Ruel with a curious look, sending him a soft smile as I see the anxious way he shifts side to side. He sends me a boyish grin before taking a deep breath in, reaching into his pocket, holding whatever it is above the both of us. I barely have time to even register his movements, let alone see what he’s holding, before he speaks up and renders me speechless.

“Merry Christmas love, looks like you have to kiss me again huh?” He whispers out, as my eyes snap to the mini mistletoe he holds out above our heads, my face instantly turning pink. I open my mouth to reply, only to end up feeling the soft lips of my best friend press against mine. I smile into the kiss, leaning in to deepen it, overcome with joy as I feel the emotions he’s trying to show me. He pulls away and rests is forehead against mine, putting his hands on my waist to hold me against him. I smile up at him, brushing my thumb softly against his cheek, letting out a quiet laugh at the cheers from his sisters and their boyfriends.

Let’s just say a Christmas miracle happened that night, because not only did my best friend kiss me, but my best friend also loves me the same way I love him. Who would have thought all I needed was a bit of mistletoe and the Christmas spirit to make me feel complete.

Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays my loves! I hope you all have a great day, or had a great day depending on the time where you are! I hope your holiday season is filled with love and joy because you all deserve it more than anything no matter what! I love you all and thank you for supporting me, the best gift I could ask for. :) xx

[fluffychubbyrose]

Tony Stark x Chubby Self Conscious reader.

One Shot.

Requested.

Warnings- Slight Language, Slight NSFW so slight if you blink you'll miss it, Tony Stark might be more OC than some may like, insecurities, and light bullying.

(Also I don't own any of these pictures I just made the collages.)

Tony decided today instead of staying in the tower and relaxing, maybe having a movie marathon or something that we should go shopping to get me some more clothes since I keep telling him that I only have a few outfits to wear that are comfortable when he asks why I'm wearing the same outfits again and again.

The outfits are mostly my old sweats and sweatshirts along with a couple of baggy dress shirts and dress pants that I feel comfortable lounging around the tower or going out in, because they cover me completely and hide my plushness from the prying and judging eyes of other people.

I've been wearing the same outfits on rotation for the past month or two instead of wearing the new dresses or skirts I said I loved and fit good when he bought them for me, even when they were a bit snugger and showed more skin than I'd like them to. But at the time they seemed like a great idea to get because while they were a bit snug, they were beautiful, soft, and lovely material that highlighted my figure and bust. But lately I haven't been as confident as I was when I first got those outfits and wore them around and out and about.

But now looking at myself in these dresses, skirts, and tight shirts they just show to much of me and dont look right on my body anymore, they show too many of my rolls and plushness. "You need more than a measly few outfits to wear love and you know it. If those clothes we bought didn't fit comfortably you should have just said something and we could have gotten a different style or size for you that would have been more comfortable."

He says with a sigh not budging about going shopping and seemingly pouting that I didn't tell him about the clothes not fitting comfortably until now especially since some of the ones I'm refusing to wear are his personal favorites. "I don't think they have any bigger sizes." I muttered. "Hmm what was that?" "Nothing give me a minute to get ready and we can go." I said heading to our shared bedroom to put some light makeup on, tame my hair, and change out of my sweats.

Once I'm finished I walk out and over hear Tony talking to someone so I stay behind the corner to eavesdrop. "Yeah Y/n and I are planning on going on a quick shopping spree but I'll see if she wants to go to afterwards and meet up with everyone and maybe I can talk her into getting a new bikini while we're out to wear to the beach."

"Okay we'll see you there but don't try to trick her into wearing anything she isn't comfortable with Tony." I think that was Steve he was talking to and said "we'll" see you there so is the whole team going to be there? If it's just us that could be fun but last time the "private" beach we went to was anything but. Luckily I had my one piece on and could cover up with my towel. Tony takes any opportunity and turns it into a party. "Me!?! Trick her! Never!" He said sounding appalled making me giggle and reveal my hiding spot.

Knowing very well that he's always up to something and trying to get me to do all kinds of crazy things from experiments in the lab, to getting me drunk from the expensive alcohols that he loves but I can't really stand the taste of. Knowing I was busted I walked around the corner and kissed Tony on the cheek from behind. "Oh there you are Y/n! Are you ready to go sweetheart?" He asks smirking at me with playful look for catching my eavesdropping. "Yeah I'm ready."

(Small timeskip to the shopping center.)

"Oooh I like this one!" Tony says swinging around showing me a nearly see threw black button up shirt with a plunging neckline. "Tony that's basically see threw I can't wear that!" I said embarrassed cheeks heating up at the thought of anybody seeing me in something like that. "Yes you can, if you only wear it for me!" He says with a cheeky grin. I sigh and continue look it through the rack of clothes in front of me.

Most if not all of these clothes are way to small for me. I sigh and continue down the isle looking for cute but comfy clothes that won't hug my body. Which is proving to be more and more difficult with nothing being in my size, and with Tony only picking out provocative clothing. I'm feeling more discouraged and upset by the minute deciding to give up on finding anything today I turn to tell Tony let's just go to the bathing suit store to pick out a new bathing suit for the "not a party at the beach" he managed to convince me into going to.

Until I see Tony with an armful of clothes that upon further investigation are a bunch of outfits I wanted to get but were way to small for me to wear there must be 20 something outfits in his arms while he's talking to the sales associate. "Hi, yes I need all of these 3-4 sizes bigger." He says dumping the clothes into her arms. Looking closer it looks like he got the biggest ones of each outfit which would only need to be 2-3 sizes bigger to fit me well. "I'm sorry sir but these are as big as we carry and besides these would just be a waste on someone like her if that's who their meant for. I mean no offense but they wouldn't even fit like they were made to on someone of her size." She spat sounding irritated and disgusted not apologetic by any means.

"The way they fit, or look, are up to her to decide. Not you or anyone else and say something like that again and I'll have your job by the end of the hour. So again I would like all of these 3-4 sizes bigger so they are comfortable for my girl over there." He motions to me with his head looking as pissed off as he sounds, and the way he said 'my girl' was very possessive. My eyes widen and my face heats up from embarrassment from what she said and the confrontation in general but I'm touched and happy with how he's defending me.

"And if you don't have any bigger sizes then custom tailor it to fit. If you need her measurements I'll send them to you. Here's my card and I expect to be contacted by the end of the day with all of these resized and ready for pickup." The women looks deathly pale after taking and reading the card realising she just offended Tony Stark. Knowing that his threat to her job moments ago was in fact real and emanate if she didn't comply. Seeing her so petrified makes a part of me smug knowing next time she'll think before she speaks at least.

"Yes! Right away, I'm so sorry sir they will be ready by the end of the day! You can pay for them then. I'll be right back." She squeaks out and runs off with the clothes with her head down and tail tucked between her legs hopefully feeling as embarassed and upset as am from her comments. I wrap my arms around my self with head down now that she's gone I feel tears pricking the edges of my eyes hearing her say that just proved what I've been thinking about myself is true that I'm so big that it's repulsive to be this size, hell I can't even fit into a single thing in this entire store without it being tailored to fit, that should say something.

"Hey don't listen to her sweetheart she's just jealous I'm with you and not her. Everything she said was just a spiteful lie trying to get under your skin." He says lifting my head up and wiping under my eyes where a few silent tears slipped past without me knowing. He kisses me softly and hugs me tucking me under his chin while his hands rub up and down my back. I snuggle closer with my eyes closed holding him tight. "C'mon Y/n let's go pick out that swim suit!" He says sounding excited and let's go of me grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the store and down to the next trying to get my mind off of the rude sales associate.

(Another small time skip where we just arrived at the beach.)

"Hey you guys made it!" Steve runs up in just his swim trunks, hair wet, and sand sticking to him like someone pushed him down onto the sandy shore of the beach just moments before. "Yeah we're just gonna go set up our stuff then we'll join you guys in the water." Tony replies with his arm wrapped around me. Steve smiles and nods then runs off down the beach. I'm not sure about getting into the water looking around there's a lot of strangers here all swarming the infamous Avengers wanting to get pictures with them or of them.

The beach isn't packed but it defiantly isn't as dead as it should be if just the team was here, and I don't want a rerun of what happened earlier especially now that Tony talked me into a bikini after all. Though I picked it out and hid it from his view until I changed into it. When I put it on and it actually fit really well supporting me and being snug but not tight when I wasn't expecting it to fit at all with just how small it looked, I couldn't just put it back and pick out a different one. (It's the bikini in the pic above.)

But thinking about it now I should have picked a much less revealing bikini, but I knew Tony would appreciate the colors if you know what I mean. So I put it on in the changing room and put my clothes back on over it, only taking the price tags up to the cashier so I could pay for it and said I wouldn't let him see it until we got here because I was worried I would loose my nerve and pick out another one piece bathing suit after all. Plus I knew that if I let him see me in it that we would never make it to the beach and would more than likely be banned from the store. So he's been rushing to get here and to get me out of my dress shirt and knee high shorts since I checked out at the store. "Hurry Y/n I can't wait to get into the water!" Tony yells twenty or so feet away and winks at me suggestively, dropping our things onto the sand not bothering to actually set anything up.

"Don't lie Stark you only want to see her in her new bikini! You don't really care about getting in the water!" Natasha yells back at him from a ways down the beach playing volleyball with Wanda and few other people I don't recognize against the boys. Both of them wearing their own bikinis. 'That's probably how Steve got covered in sand.' "How did you know about that?" He yelled back pouting harder than he would willingly admit, because she's seen me in my new bikini but he hasn't been aloud to. Natasha stopped playing and said something to a couple of the people I didn't recognize that were on her team and walked up with Wanda right behind her.

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist Stark she sent me and Wanda a few photos wanting some feed back before deciding which swim suit to get." She grumped at him. "But trust me you'll like what she picked out." Wanda said with a knowing smirk. My face heats up when his gaze locks with mine. "Oh I never doubted that I wouldn't like it. Now come on let's get into the water that's the whole point of going to the beach." He said pulling on my hand. "Fine but I have to take these clothes off and I'm not comfortable just stripping on the beach and you have get changed to."

I say holding my towel close to me nervous about showing so much of myself in front of everyone, especially in front of strangers. Tony not needing me to tell him twice took off to the changing rooms with his swim trunks yelling for me join him. "No way or I won't get to swim today! I'll change and be out in a few." I say while walking towards an empty room. I strip out of my clothes and look at myself in the full length mirror they had in the changing room. Feeling insecure and like this was a very bad idea all of a sudden.

Seeing all of my rolls and stretch marks in plain sight is making me feel ugly and disgusted with my self. I'm about to say hell with it all and put my clothes back on and say I'm feeling sick and that I want to go home even though Tony will know its a lie and will be worried about me, I can't handle this, I'm not ready, this is to much. That's when Tony's voice comes through the door. "Almost done in their my beautiful girl? You aren't going to keep me waiting all day are you? I could just come in there and get you if you'd prefer?" He purrs out but sounds worried.

I hurriedly wrap my towel around myself and unlock the door but I don't make a move to come out. "I'm not sure I can do this Tony. This is a bad idea I wanna go home." I'm hugging myself again degrading and upsetting thoughts are rushing through my head making me so overwhelmed that I don't notice Tony's in the changing room with me until he wraps his arms around me from behind making me jump. "Where's all of this coming from? Is it because of what that lady said earlier because she's wrong, so so wrong baby girl your beautiful in everyway!" I cringe trying not to cry knowing what he's saying is true but I can't help but let what she said and what I've been thinking lately get to me anyways.

I whimper and turn around in his arms letting him hold me again. "I'm sorry I don't know what's going on I've been more and more insecure lately for no real reason. That's why I don't wear those clothes you bought me anymore, they fit but they show to much of everything I hate and I wanted to cover up by wearing my old baggy clothes." I pull back looking up at him. Tony's silent for a moment looking at me with a thoughtful expression. "Well we'll just have to fix that now won't we?" He smiles softly grabbing my hand and leaning towards the door.

"Tony no I really don't want to go out there not like this at least." I say pulling back and looking down. "Like what? Your all covered up by your towel. I cant even see that little swim suit you bought earlier that I've been dying to see since we left the store. I love every single part of your body but if you don't want to go out there we don't have to. We can go home or stay right here in this changing room. Hell I bet if I text Capsicle he'll bring us something eat and drink then we can stay in here all day." I giggled at that imagining a confused and flustered Steve coming to the changing room bringing food and water.

"There's my girl." Tony coo's running his hands up my sides trying to tickle me. "Hey hey, No, Tony, Dont you dare!" I squeaked out jumping back hitting the wall of the changing room realizing I'm trapped my eyes widen and I'm about to yell at him again when he launches at me tickling me and I don't feel my towel falling while trying to squirm away laughing until I feel Tony's bare hands on my hips and he stops tickling me. I look up worried about the sudden stop in his "attack" and his silence until I see the desire in his eyes.

"As much as I absolutely love this." He leans close to my ear his grip tightening on my hips. "I'd love even more to see it off and on the floor." He kissed my neck once he finished. Making me gasp as heat floods my cheeks. He mumbles into my neck. "How about I show you just how beautiful you really are." Pressing his body up against mine nipping the sweet spot on my neck.

Let's just say I never got to go swimming in my new swim suit and Steve got more than just an eyeful when he came to check on us because we forgot to lock the door.

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Paternal Instincts (Part 4)

Words: 1530

Pairings: Platonic Moxiety, Implied Logicality

Warnings: Crying, Remus mention

Patton had parental instincts and treats Virgil like a baby. Virgil doesn’t know what’s going on.

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Virgil woke up to the feeling of arguing. Not the sound, but the feeling. The tensity in the air, held back tears and overbearing frustration. He went outside of the fort when he noticed that Patton wasn’t there.

Maybe Roman had tried to tell Logan about how Virgil had preferred that they stay in their rooms during Patton's instinct. Logan of all people should have understood though, right? But did Logan ever get embarrassed? Yeah...but it was infinitesimal. 

Virgil followed the feeling and found himself outside of Logan's door. He had never been in Logan's room before and wasn’t sure that he wanted to. He heard people talking inside though.

Through a rough throat,”But can’t we just consider it?”

Logan. “You know that we can’t at the moment. Every time you do this- why must we always have this discussion?” He said through clenched teeth.

“I just think-” interrupted by a sob,”th-that we should talk about it more than we do..”

Virgil's eyebrows raised. That was Patton. He’d never seen him cry. He’s heard him cry in his room before, but Patton had wanted to be alone. It hurt Virgil's core to hear him so upset about whatever they were talking about. If Virgil were anything it was a conspiracist. He bet that they were talking about dating each other. Yeah, that would make sense of why Patton had kissed Logans cheek that morning! But why couldn’t they date now? Was it because of himself and Roman? Something to do with the others?

Logan sighed,”Patton, whenever we’re ready I promise that I will tell you. But it will be a long time. It’s not as if I never think about it. I think about it a lot. More than you do, even. You have to trust that I will do that, okay?” his voice had softened by a lot.

Patton sniffled and wiped his eyes as he looked at Logan with a pout,”Okay..but what do I do until then?”

Logan hummed in thought, looking around. “I have an idea. I’ll talk to Roman about it shortly. You just go back and try not to embarrass Virgil too much.” Logan looked around somewhat awkwardly,”What’s for dinner?”

Patton smiled. Virgil could feel it through the door. “Chili...however spicy Virgil can handle.”

“Sounds great. Now go on and..do that.” Logan said.

Virgil shot up and looked around. He needed to get back to the fort! He tried to quickly but quietly rush away but had tripped a couple of feet outside of the door by the time Patton stepped out.

Patton looked over at him and then gasped, going to his side. He didn’t even look like he’d been crying. “Oh Virgil are you okay? What are you doing?” he asked, checking over Virgil and kissing his elbows and knees.

“Oh yeah I’m fine, I was just uh..” he looked around. “Going to the bathroom.”

“Oh, well okay then..I’m gonna start on chili now so come to the kitchen when you’re done. Don’t forget to wash your hands.” He poked his nose and left to the kitchen.

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Logan sat in Romans room at a nice, large table that Roman had made upon Logan requesting a meeting. Logan raised an eyebrow at some of the things seemingly ripped right out of Alice in Wonderland. 

“What is it you wanted to request of your prince?” Roman asked in the way that he did when he was acting or putting on a show.

Logan rolled his eyes,”Roman, this isn’t role play. I needed to talk to you about Patton.”

Roman grinned while pouring some tea upside down. “Oh there’s no need to worry about that! I think you’ll find that I solved everything.” He put a hand on his chest. Logan was about to say something but Roman continued,”I already told Virgil about this whole thing. And I have a little theory of my own.”

Logan was actually interested, momentarily forgetting what he wanted to request of him. “And what is that theory?”

“Well, I think that the way Patton's instincts choose which one of us to pamper is based on what kind of kid he sees. That teenager was shy, and so is Virgil. And whenever he sees a child slaying a dragon, he’s drawn towards me. Remember that time he really wanted to see Deceit and even he didn’t know why? That one kid who had lied about taking an extra sticker!”

Logan hummed,”Yes, that is very intriguing. I’ll be sure to make a note of that as it is extremely plausible. But I came here to ask you to create something for me. Or really, for Patton.”

“I don’t think a new dress will make this go away any faster.”

“No, let me finish. What I want you to do is create a doll. A baby doll. Perhaps one with some sort of psychological connection with Patton's instinct that can tell what Patton wants from it. It should be able to say a couple of phrases and transform into what kind of baby Patton is wanting. Whether that be gender, hair color..anything. Do you think you could do that?” Logan asked him in a very serious tone.

Roman blinked in surprise and the enchantments of his room all faded away into his more normal, yet still very large bedroom. They were now sitting on his king sized bed. He put a hand on his chin. “Well, I guess I could try. It’s hard for me to make things that you guys would like and not just me but..I will try. You really think this will work?”

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t. It would be exactly what he wanted, after all.”

Roman stood up,”Alright. Out now. I must work.” He said dramatically.

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Virgil opened his mouth for the seventh time to test the chili being fed to him. He insisted to Patton that he could handle spice, but Patton didn’t want to make it painful for him so he only added a tiny bit of spice at a time.

“Yeah, that’s good.” Virgil finally complied to under-spicy chili. Patton smiled.

“Oh good.” he put the spoon in the sink and stirred up the chili again. “I’m so hungry.”

Virgil thought that made sense. Patton usually ate a lot during the day but he was so busy with Virgil that he didn’t have the chance to. “Is it about done?” 

“Almost.” Patton hummed.

Virgil bit his lip and hesitated,”So um...Logan, huh? How’s he doing?”

“Oh he’s okay. Just like he usually is. Why?”

Virgil averted his eyes and laughed nervously,”Um..no reason I just..he’s a really nice guy, don't you think?”

“Not always, but he tries. You know how he is.”

“Uh yeah. He’s pretty..” Virgil felt uncomfortable with saying it,”Uh cute, isn’t he?”

“Sure he is! All of you guys are pretty.”

Virgil sighed,”Patton, I..” he bit his nail,”Do you like..is something going on with you and Logan?”

Patton looked up, checking his thoughts,”Mmm no. I don’t think so.”

“Do you know what I mean?”

“Not really.”

Virgil sighed. Patton and Logan would probably come out with it when they were ready. He just hoped that Logan didn’t make him cry that often..

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Roman had skipped out on eating with the family, insisting he had a big project to work on. So Virgil was stuck with being fed the chili in front of Logan and looking between the two of them. Patton and Logan..who would have thought? Even Roman wouldn’t be creative enough to make that pairing. Hell, even Remus wouldn’t.

But they seemed so normal. Passing spoons and getting drinks for each other..it ate Virgil alive. “Are you two dating?” Virgil asked a bit louder than he meant to.

Patton stopped feeding him and paused, looking at Logan and Logan returned the look. Then Patton started laughing and Logan looked almost offended.

“No,” Patton said,”What would make you think that?”

Virgil was embarrassed now. “Well it’s just..you kissed his cheek this morning and..”

“We just care for each other, Virgil. We’ve already tried that type of relationship a couple of times.”

Virgil nearly choked.

Logan continued,”We inevitably decide that we’re not ready to be together quite yet. We experiment at times, but not currently. And whenever we do, It’s none of your business when that is.”

“Oh don’t be so harsh on him, Logan.” Patton pouted.

“Have you ever...tried since I’ve been here?”

Both Logan and Patton shrugged, saying in unison,”Maybe.”

Virgil had no idea how to feel. It felt like he was a kid whose parent started to date his teacher! It’s not like it was his ground to disapprove of their attempts.

He didn’t get to think about it too much before Roman had rushed in, looking excited, anxious and exhausted at the same time. 

“I think that-” He started by talking to Logan but looked over to Patton,”-I have a present for Patton.” 

And only then did Virgil realize he had his hands behind his back.

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Knowing That You Love Me

Ronald Speirs/Reader

Request by anon: “hi would you be able to write a angsty then cute oneshot with speirs maybe? thanks!!!”

Prompt “You've been crying. I can hear it in your voice” requested by anon

A/N: THIS IS SO OVERDUE but here it is. Combined these two requests because they gave off the same kind of vibe I was looking for. Soft and sad Speirs.

Synopsis: When he can’t sleep, all he really needs is your reassurance.

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When Ron first fell in love with you, you were sitting at a desk back in Toccoa. Cigarette hanging off your lips and fingers on the keys of the typewriter as he sat on the edge of your bed, listening to you ramble about how tired you were writing report after report after report. He remembers the way your fingertips tapped on the surface of the table, smoke rising to the ceiling, the corners of your lips curling up into the sweetest smile he had ever seen. He swears the moment you looked up and smiled at him, his heart was already yours. He thought you were perfect.

He remembers the first time you kissed him, it was the middle of the mess hall. Early hours, possibly forty-five minutes before everyone else was up and running for some grub, Ron found you in the mess hall getting a cup of water. You had morning breath, not wanting to scare him away but when he got close, you took the chance and it was the first time a boy had ever captured your heart with a flick of the wrist, and of course you were smiling.

Your hand on his jaw and his hands on your hips, he pulled you into a kiss in the middle of the empty mess hall, and it was the only thing you wanted to do forever. He will remember the time you told him you felt safe in his mouth and he will never grow hungry—just distant.

So when you emerge from the dark hallway clad in nothing but some flimsy pajamas, pretending like you didn’t just hear him cry in the middle of the empty living room, Ron can’t think of anything but the moment he knew you were the one.

He’s sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in the middle of the night, knees brought up to his bare chest, watching as you come around to sit next to him.

“Come back to bed, baby,” you say, snuggling into his armpit. When Ron left your bedside twenty minutes ago, you were left wondering whatever you did that left him so distant from you.

It was the first time in weeks since you coerced Ron into the same bed as you, but he never did find himself sound asleep for reasons unknown. He was different now, hitting a rough patch he never knew how and when to explain, and all you could ever think about was how this was your fault.

“Can’t fall asleep,” he says, and you know he’s lying. You know there’s nothing Ron wants than to fall asleep next to you and wake up with you in his arms first thing in the morning. You know he loves you, and you know there’s nothing hiding him and his half-assed attempt to wipe away his tears and his glassy eyes when you lean against his chest.

You frown. “Tell me—tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, hun. Just go back to bed, and I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

“No, don’t tell me that—“ You take his face into your hands and he’s surprised, eyebrows raised and breathing steady. “You’ve been crying, I can hear it in your voice. Please don’t shut me out, Ron. Please, tell me, what’s wrong?”

You see tears begin to fall down his cheeks like a waterfall, not wanting to decrease him into a truth he didn’t know how or where to carry. His hair is messy and disheveled, his lips trembling, and his hands shaking as looks at you like a baby. He’s vulnerable, foreign territory for Ronald Speirs to venture into, and he’s found himself lost in shallow waters.

“Do you love me?” he asks, and the fact that he asks you that question makes your heart go haywire—you’re not sure if you’re offended that your own fiancé would ever ask you such a thing or heartbroken.

You furrow your eyebrows and soften the look on your face. “Of course I do. Why do you ask?”

“B-Because—“ he chokes up in the middle of his words, “I know you hear me when I cry. I’m not the same person I was when we first met, you know. I thought I’d be over it by now—the war. I even stayed a few extra months, and I still cry about it. I don’t know if you still want me even if I’m not the same Ron Speirs you fell in love with all those years ago, but I understand if you don’t.”

“Oh, baby—” You reach up and cup his cheek, wiping away the tears with your thumb—you and Ron had always been intimate but holding him while he was so vulnerable and open felt like the first time you ever touched him.

You had never seen Ron so fragile—it just wasn't in his vocabulary. His soft cries under the dim light of the living room leaves you more heartbroken than ever, finally opening himself up to someone who he was supposed to be a husband to in months time. He’s ashamed of the time it took for him to find the courage and strength to talk to you about it, but he’s even more ashamed of the fact that he’s crying again.

“You’re so good to me,” he sniffles, “and I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do, baby. You deserve every part of me. Now, tell me—what’s bothering you?”

Ron hesitates for a moment, his breathing shaky and his mind in a haze he was unfamiliar with, but you reassure him with a squeeze of his hand. “The war.”

“Mhm.”

“I-I always think of it, since I came back, and I cry about it. I don’t know why, but I always cry about it, and I hate it because I-I just feel so weak…”

You cradle his head when he begins to cry more, and you do nothing but soothe him with the sound of your voice, letting him fall silent like a folded sheet of tissue paper. He feels content in your arms, no longer feeling the need to hold back his cries because he’s so grateful that you make him feel complete even when his world is empty.

“Is this why you’ve been so distant with me?”

He pauses. “I’m sorry. Please, let me make it up—“

“No, you’re alright, Ron. You’re okay,” you tell him before he can sit back up and kiss you, instead, you kiss him. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, everything you’re feeling is perfectly normal.”

“I’m just worried I won’t be able to be the perfect husband to you—you’re so good, too good…”

“You’re alright, baby. I love you. I have loved you since Toccoa, and I still love you now, and you better believe it.”

He doesn’t say anything else. He simply lays against you, nose buried in the crook of your neck as he calms down, the clock ticking in the background and you giving him the warmth he longed for. You make him feel so loved that he regrets ever asking the question in the first place, knowing that the moment he fell in love with you was the decision he had ever made in his entire life.

He feels so unworthy of love, unworthy of being a husband, but when he hears you speak the words he never knew he needed, he feels okay in the moment. Ron hates it when he cries, but this time, he’s fine with it. He lets the tears fall and dry on his cheek, never once wiping them away as you hold him on the couch in the middle of the night because he knows that your love for him will never change.

“You’re so good to me,” he says. “You’ve been so understanding, you’ve been so good, and I hate that I’m putting you through something you never should.”

You pull away and plant a kiss on his forehead, his eyes shut closed as the final tear slips past. “We’ll get through this.” You stand up and tug on his hand. “Come on, baby. Let’s go to bed.”

He complies and stands up, kissing your temple and following you back to bed, falling asleep in your arms while knowing that you love him.

[prorevenge]

My teacher said I participate too much so I got her fired.

So here’s a little bit of context, I went to the same school from kindergarten to high school senior year, so I pretty much grew up looking at the same faces, from other students and staff. It was a private school and the classes were quite small so our interactions with the teachers was on a first name basis. Being an involved student, I had a great relationship with most of them. This will be important later.

Now to the story.

Second year of middle school, first day of classes; a new teacher is hired. To give you an overall description of her, just imagine Jabba the Hutt with small, pointed glasses. As we entered the classroom she continuously told us to be quiet. Mind you, the class hadn’t even started. She introduced herself as someone who doesn’t like music or children. I am not kidding or exaggerating. She actually said that. She went over the course material and the grading criteria. I honestly don’t remember, but participation did not count.

She starts teaching and my class low-key hates her. I didn’t like her either, but I liked learning. I participated quite often because A, I was actually curious about something or B, nobody answered and the wait time made me feel so uncomfortable to the point I would cringe. I don’t know why, but from the start she would mock my answers or my constant participation. Even my classmates who I didn’t even talked to called her out on this, and my friends straight up claimed she hated me.

So about three or four weeks into the semester she asks a question to the class and no one answers, as usual. I raise my hand after thirty second of awkward silence and she says something among the lines of “what a surprise”. I felt a little offended but I didn’t think much of it. She ignores me. “anyone else?” No one else was even paying attention to her so no reply. I understand that teachers want everyone to participate but the way she dismissed me felt like an insult. “ohkaykay_D, honey, we have heard to much from you already”. Now this doesn’t sound as bad, but her tone was definitely mocking me. I was constantly called a nerd and stuff like that and I was also told I talked too much by other students. (I also went pro revenge on them later, but that’s another story.) Her comments really hurt me, I decided to talk to her after class. You know, set things straight and be in good terms with her. I was in my best disposition to sort things out.

In the most polite and respectful manner, why she didn’t like me. I was so confused I mean she was the teacher. She also mentioned that I “participated too much” and that “my attitude was too arrogant and that I shouldn’t try that hard to prove myself” Class participation was not graded so I should just stop participating. Lastly, she called me for being rude and disruptive in her class. I was so confused. I was literally the only student who took her class seriously. I asked her what behavior was disruptive and she said that I was rude for the way I stared at her and that it distracted her. That was it. Being a troubled teenager, I decided to unleash my rage on her.

Pro revenge mode activated.

Part one: giving her my full attention.

I started small. The next class I sat quietly on my desk. No talking, no participating, no note taking. Just staring. I stared at her with murder eyes for the entire class. She would get so uncomfortable she would turn her back at me. I would copy the notes after the class from a friend, so my whole attention was on her. I wasn’t even bothered by the wait time. No one answered her questions and I would just stare at her thinking murder. After one week of this I knew she regretted her words to me because she would call out my name so I would answer her question. When I gave no answer she asked me if I was deaf. She would shout at me for not taking notes and overall be so pissed at me.

And. I. Just. Stared.

We had her class every day, so there was no escaping from me. Even in between classes. If I saw her anywhere in school I would just stop everything that I was doing and just stare.

She resisted one week. And I was called to the principal’s office.

Perfect.

Part 2: turning her own against her.

As I mentioned earlier, I had a very good relationship with the teachers. And I had learned that the other teacher’s didn’t really like her. I would discreetly tell them that I didn’t like her either because she discouraged me and that I didn’t like the way she spoke about her other teachers. Which was true. She would constantly belittle other classes such as PE, chemistry and math; basically, anything that wasn’t English was less important for her. I might have exaggerated some details, but most of what I said was true. This is when I found out that she would steal other teacher’s coffee mugs and sometimes even their lunches. My words were like wood thrown into a fire.

Part 3: Crocodile tears

A day or so after she told me she hated me I went into the counselor’s office and cried. I think I mentioned this before, but I was a troubled teenager and she had gained my trust. She also knew what type of student I was, so she was extremely concerned when I told her what Mrs. Magdalena had said to me and that I was so discouraged I was thinking about changing schools. I cried for like an hour straight and once I was “calmed down” I asked her for confidentiality. Which, I don’t know in other places but in my school it is sacred if the student reaches out and requests help. I knew she didn’t like it but she had to comply. I went about three or more times, describing every single thing she did to me. I exaggerated the details, but not enough for it to be unbelievable.

Part 4: the great finale

I was called into the principals office, who was like a second father to me. I walk into his office and I see him, Mrs. Magdalena with a malicious smile on her face, my counselor, and the department coordinator. I don’t remember the exact conversation, but my principal explained that Mrs. Magdalena had reported me for bad behavior and bad academic standing. She said that if I kept this way she would have no choice but to fail me. I knew she would be more than happy to fail me, but that the staring really made her uncomfortable. When I asked what I had done Mrs Magdalena said that I did not work in class. My principal asked to see my notebook and I showed it to him. Every single exercise and irrelevant detail written down.

My principal: “They seem to be complete” He raised an eyebrow in Mrs Magdalena way, who was shocked and annoyed. “was there anything else?”

She obviously didn’t had anything else. She was counting on me not having my work, and apart from that, she had nothing. She still tried to add to the situation.

Mrs Magdalena: “Yes, she does not participate in class and her behavior is disruptive.” When she said these words I saw my counselor lean towards me.

My principal: reading the grading criteria “Participation is not included in the percentages…”

Mrs Magdalena: Red with frustration. “She stares at me too much!”

All the time I kept quiet and with my eyes to the floor, as if I was genuinely scared and intimidated by her.

My counselor: “This is ridiculous. Ohkaykay_D, dear, may I share what you told me?” I nodded shyly and tried to make myself look even smaller. She told her everything that I had said and how bad it had affected me. I couldn’t have been more satisfied with what she said even if I had given her a monologue. It sounded as if I had being verbally abused and my mental health was at serious risk.

My principal: “Is this true?”

I nodded and almost in a whisper said “yes”. My principal nodded and told me that I could leave. As I left the office I saw Mrs. Magdalena’s face. She was so shocked. I made eye contact with her on my way out and I couldn’t hide a smile. Only she saw it and her face contorted with rage. You could literally see steam being puffed out of her ears and nostrils.

I later found out by both my principal and the teacher coordinator that they fired her because apparently, I was not the only one who had complained. My classmates had also been talking to other teachers about how she said she didn’t like children or teaching and that she was not good at her job. The teachers had passed the commentary back to their supervisors because they were concerned. They had also reported her behavior as a coworker and how she had a negative effect on the working environment.

And I never saw her again :)

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(source) story by (/u/ohkaykay_De)

[twilighteve-writes]

Feather One Divided -- Chapter 10: The Lead

Feather one divided, fate’s ties frayed, Fractured and wedged, scattered and gone.

After sharing an unsettling dream of Felldrake, the Three Caballeros decided to join back together with Xandra to form a stronghold in case the sorcerer returned. But Felldrake’s plans proved to be bigger than they expected, and when he struck so close to home, it was all Donald could do to keep his family – and himself – together.

(Also available in AO3)

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Pieces reach to one another.

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Something snapped and disappeared.

Huey dropped wordlessly to the floor, feeling strangely like a ship unmoored. Next to him, Dewey stumbled and caught himself at the wall, took a few quick, shallow breaths, and let out a sound that might have been a scream if it didn’t end up as a whimpered squeak.

“Louie,” they both spoke at the same time.

“What of him?” Violet asked. Her eyes searched theirs.

“We… can’t feel him anymore,” Huey said. His voice sounded like it had come from some faraway place, and his ears felt stuffed with cotton. “It’s like… like us being able to reach him before was us following a thread, and now the thread is snapped and gone.”

Dewey steadied himself and stood more firmly, but Huey could feel rather than see his knees quiver all the same. “Then we have to be faster. Come on.”

Huey took a deep breath. The cotton stuffing his ears dissipated, and he stood up. He still felt wobbly, but he was standing, and that was something. “What are we taking?”

“I’m… not sure yet,” Dewey admitted. “Something that protects, definitely.”

Webby frowned. “I’m not sure there’s one like that, in here. The Other Bin usually has things that are more… volatile.”

Dewey scowled. “Then something that can wreck Felldrake.”

Webby thought it over. “I don’t know if there’s anything like that, either, but Uncle Scrooge keeps quiet about the things he keeps here. We can maybe look around, but…”

“We might accidentally trigger something,” Lena finished. “And it won’t be pretty.”

“You’re the person who knows all about Scrooge’s adventures,” Violet said, looking at Webby. “Any ideas at all? It doesn’t have to be anything particularly shielding, just anything that could possibly be useful at all.”

Webby mulled it over, but Huey was the one who spoke. “The ring,” he said, voice soft enough that he was surprised the others even heard it at all.

Dewey blinked at him. “The Void Ring?” he asked. Huey nodded in clarification.

“Isn’t it the ring that made Uncle Donald and Aunt Della’s magic all… dirty?” Webby asked.

“Yes.”

“Isn’t it kinda scary to grab?” Dewey asked nervously. For a guy who was all for raiding his uncle’s dangerous treasures he sure looked uncomfortable with the prospect of taking one of the more disturbing things in the bin.

“Good. Maybe it’ll poison Felldrake’s magic,” Huey said with a huff.

Lena let out a low whistle. “Didn’t think you have it in you, Red.”

“We might need something to heal with but Uncle Scrooge always has the Orb of Remedies with him,” Dewey mused. “We’ll probably be okay. We’re pretty quick.”

“And if we keep our distance we can avoid getting hurt,” Huey reminded pointedly.

“Sure, sure.” Dewey walked off, leading them deeper into the bin, and Huey sighed.

They eventually found the ring, and Violet took and put it into a leather pouch Webby had prepared to make sure it wouldn’t harm anyone in its vicinity. Lena looked relieved that the trip was pretty much uneventful for once and admitted she and Webby had, once, sneaked into the bin before.

“I’ve seen some stuff,” Lena said with a shrug.

“Like what?” Dewey asked in curiosity.

“Like a vision of Webby being turned into a doll which then got shredded,” Lena answered, completely deadpan. She shrugged again. “It’s okay, that’s not real. It’s from a dreamcatcher that apparently shows you your worst nightmare.”

“I can’t decide if the fact that your worst nightmare if Webby being horrifically maimed is heartwarming or horrifying,” Violet said with a frown, obviously disturbed.

“Let’s go with heartwarming, because I don’t want to think of the implication that me being maimed is even an option to be someone’s worst nightmare at all,” Webby blurted. “We’ve got the ring, let’s get out now.”

“Wait,” Dewey said. He headed off another way. “We got that around the same time as the pin. Maybe…”

Huey blinked. “Dewey… you’re taking the Three Feathers Pin? But it made our magic go wild,” he protested.

“I mean, if the worst thing happens and we have to do something, making our magic go wild and hope Felldrake gets hit by it seems like a good enough plan,” Dewey said.

“It’s really not.”

“What other choice do we have? We’re not strong enough to go against Felldrake.”

Huey closed his eyes and took a deep breath. At length, he finally relented, “…okay. Okay.” He opened his eyes and looked at Dewey. “But we’re still not engaging.”

Dewey balled his fists in apparent anger. “But if – “

“I know you meant that as, like, a last resort sort of stuff, but we’re not engaging, okay? Not if we can help it,” Huey hissed. “I know Mom and Uncle Donald and Uncle Scrooge are getting Louie back, but if – if – “ his words hitched in his throat and he swallowed. “I don’t want to take any risk, okay? I don’t want to lose you. Any of you,” he added, throwing a glance at the girls.

Silence hung, thick like honey, and Huey felt warmth beneath his feathers at the words he had let slip. He didn’t regret speaking them, however. Every word was sincere and true, and they all deserved to know how he felt.

It was broken by Lena, who was arguably the one most unused to open expressions of care and love. Her voice was layered with a wavering front of sarcasm that was as transparent as the wet sheen in her eyes. “Aw, aren’t’cha sweet, Huey? I would sell you for a corn chip, though.”

Huey snorted. “You’re as bad as Louie.”

“Did we figure you the person-to-corn chip conversion? I don’t think you’re worth just one corn chip. You’re worth three just for that confession alone,” Dewey pointed out.

Violet took out a calculator, seemingly out of nowhere. “Well, we can probably figure it out by weight. A corn chip is light, so let’s say it’s about two grams per chip. How much does the average adult weight?”

“Okay, stop, we’re not here to figure out person-to-corn chip conversion! And you’re worth a million corn chips for that confession, okay?” Webby broke in.

“Hey, we don’t know if that’s the correct weight.”

“No offense, Vi, but I don’t really care because it’s not body weight that matters but how precious you are, and you’re all precious to me. Come on, we gotta move.”

“What is this, National Heartfelt Confession Day?” Lena muttered under her breath. The group complied with Webby’s request all the same. They grabbed the pin on their way, having Violet handle it too, and Dewey insisted on making another round to see if there was anything else they could grab. In the end, though, they came out not taking anything else. What they suggested to each other ended up being vetoed on ground of the artefact being too dangerous with a side of downright useless against Felldrake.

When they emerged from the bin, there was a beat when they simply stood silently. “Now what?” Lena voiced their shared thoughts.

Huey turned to Dewey. “Yeah. Now what? It’s your idea; you should know what we’re gonna do next. Right?” He squinted at Dewey.

Dewey put his fingertips at his temples. “Okay, gimme a sec, I’m thinking.”

Huey sighed in exasperation. “Dewey.”

“Give me a break! I didn’t think I’d get this far!” Dewey flailed his arms, settled, and took a deep breath. “Okay! Okay. We can’t try to track the well on our own, none of us have the correct magic. So… so what about we tail Uncle Donald instead?”

Violet tilted her head. “And how do we do that?”

Dewey fell silent, but then there was a gleam in his eyes that Huey didn’t entirely like. He rubbed his hands. “We can do that,” he said, “by blackmailing Launchpad.”

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When they crashed into Launchpad’s garage, he had Fenton over, along with another duck Huey didn’t recognize. Dewey did, however, and he pointed at the man.

“Hey, aren’t you Drake Mallard? The dude who was to be the actor for the cancelled Darkwing Duck movie?” Dewey asked, still pointing. Huey slapped his hand down because really? Dewey should know by now that pointing was rude.

“Um, yes. That’s me.” The man blinked at them, then he turned to Launchpad. “LP, I know you said you were told to babysit some children and we might end up having to help, but I didn’t know you meant five of them.”

“Uh, normally there would be six of them actually – “

“Six?! LP how are you still alive?!”

Fenton broke through the chatter with a quick look at their group and straightening up when he saw Lena and Violet. “Oh, hello! We met before, didn’t we?”

“Yes, but we didn’t introduce ourselves because you were busy with the magic-proof tech,” Violet said. She stepped forward and offered a hand. “My name is Violet. This is Lena.”

“Hi,” Lena said, waving.

“Hi Violet, hi Lena!” Fenton said cheerily, shaking Violet’s hand. “What brings you guys here today? Do you normally just barge into LP’s garage unannounced like this?”

“Um, no,” Huey said, feeling offended at the conclusion Fenton drew.

“Launchpad we need you to help us tail Mom and Uncle Donald and Uncle Scrooge,” Dewey demanded without preamble.

Launchpad, who was drinking, spat out his drink back into the red plastic cup he was holding. “Sorry, what?”

“We want to tail Aunt Della, Uncle Donald, and Uncle Scrooge,” Webby elaborated. “We want to make sure they’re fine, and get Louie, and in case things get bad we can be prepared.”

Launchpad, for all he acted like a birdbrain at times, looked positively horrified at the prospect. “Kids,” he began slowly, “they’ll kill me.”

“It’s okay, we’ll make sure we stay out of sight,” Violet assured.

“It’s not only them, Mrs. B will kill me too and she’s so much better at spotting things when things get weird,” Launchpad said. “I can’t help you with this. They meant it when they said it’s too dangerous.”

“Well, Darkwing Duck always says to get dangerous!” Dewey protested.

“That’s not – “ Launchpad rubbed his face with both hands. “Oh my god, was I wrong to bring them to marathon Darkwing Duck with me…?”

“Hey now, it’s never wrong to bring kids to watch Darkwing Duck. It’s the best show in the world,” Drake protested.

“Okay, let’s not get hasty here,” Fenton, ever the peacemaker, waved his hands in a placating manner. “Why do you want to tail your – um, the adults to begin with? I’m sure they have their things handled.”

“Because the bad guy they face is bad news and he’s gotten Louie and Uncle Donald has failed in getting Louie back,” Dewey said.

“We don’t blame him,” Huey added. “But it’s clear Felldrake’s stronger, and we don’t know if Uncle Donald and José and Panchito can deal with him on their own. And… Gyro said something to us, before.”

Fenton blinked. “He did?”

Huey nodded. “He said… he said that he thought maybe Mom and the uncles won’t like how he said things either, but if the worst case scenario happens, and they… fail… then Dewey and I, and probably Louie too, we’re the only people with magic we know of who even stand any chance to go against Felldrake.”

Fenton blinked again, then something dawned in his eyes. He closed them with a furrow of his brows and he let out a sigh. “Ugh, Gyro… if he’s not my boss I definitely would have whacked him…” he whispered, almost too soft for Huey to hear.

“Don’t blame him. He’s not wrong,” Dewey said glumly. “We don’t know who else have magic, after all.”

Drake tilted his head. “Magic isn’t real,” he said carefully, sounding more like he was asking than stating. In response, Dewey glowed blue-white and let a crackle of electricity dance on his feathers, while Huey lit himself aflame. Drake jolted in surprise in response, and Huey hid his smile by biting the inside of his cheek to keep it from getting wider. Dewey didn’t bother, openly smirking at the reaction.

Drake turned back to Launchpad. “LP, how are you still alive?” he asked again, with more feeling this time.

“Luck,” Launchpad answered glumly. “Kids, I really don’t think it’s my place to do this. It’s really not safe for you.”

“Launchpad, you really should at least consider helping us,” Lena said. “Look at them. Do you think they’ll stop pestering you?”

“I know they won’t, but I can’t just go ahead and help you guys tail your mom and uncles. And Mr. McD is my boss! I can’t just tail him! And they want you to not go with them for a reason!”

Dewey shook his head. “Launchpad, for real. We’re asking you so it’s just a little bit safer. And this way, you can still keep an eye on us.” He glanced at Huey, and Huey understood what he meant instantly.

He sighed and played along. “You can’t stop us. We’re only asking you out of courtesy.”

Fenton let out an uncertain uhhh while Drake stared at them skeptically. Launchpad, who was the only one even remotely familiar of the shenanigans they’d gotten into, immediately stared at them with trepidation. “What do you mean, courtesy?” he asked.

“Well, if you know and you go with us you can still make sure we’ll be okay, right? There’s no one to do that if we go on our own,” Huey said. “I mean, we could have just run off on our own but we didn’t.”

“Whuh – Mr. McD is, like, out of country right now,” Launchpad said. “There’s no way you can tail him on your own.”

“We jumpstarted Uncle Donald’s boat once. We can do it again if it comes down to it,” Dewey said with a shrug. “I can do it again right now, if I want to. It’s not that hard.”

“You did what to your uncle’s boat?” Drake asked, eyes wide.

Huey shrugged at him with more nonchalance than he thought was possible. “We wanted to go to Cape Suzette.”

“You never told me about this,” Lena said. She looked giddy with the prospect of her friends having done something like jumpstarting a boat. “Red, I thought you’d be the type to stop your brothers!”

“I mean, I tried, but there’s no stopping Dewey and Louie was all for it too,” Huey answered easily. “And when you can’t beat them, join them.”

“And there’s nothing stopping us for doing the same thing now,” Dewey added, pointedly looking at Launchpad, who looked like he wanted to cry. It made Huey feel guilty, and it probably made Dewey feel guilty too, but this was something they both wanted to do. Huey inwardly noted to apologize to Launchpad when this was all over.

“But, wait,” Fenton said, hands flailing. “I know you want to have Launchpad with you, but what will you tail your family with? There’s no plane to go after them. And what’s stopping the tech to short circuit? You all know tech and magic don’t mesh.”

Launchpad brightened and shot Fenton an immensely grateful look. “Yeah! That’s a good point!”

“I mean, if we want to tail them safely then we probably would stay far enough away that we won’t show up in their radar,” Webby pointed out.

“And Fenton’s here,” Violet added. “I’m sure you can build us a better radar to track them with. And what’s stopping you from magic proofing our vehicle?”

Fenton opened and closed his mouth wordlessly for a moment. “Wait – wait a second here, don’t rope me into this.”

“You’re the one who helped Launchpad with telling us the shortcomings of our plan. Are you planning to abandon Launchpad now that you’re in this too?” Lena challenged.

“Um,” Fenton squeaked.

Drake tilted his head. “You kids really won’t back down, huh?”

“No way,” Dewey said forcefully.

Drake stared at him for a moment, then looked away. He rubbed his neck. “You know, I… I know someone. Friend of a friend of a friend, sort of. He… has access to a plane.”

Huey straightened at once. “You can help us?”

“DW!” Launchpad whined.

“I mean, you kids are pretty much set on going,” Drake pointed out. “And I was a stubborn kid, too, so I know you guys are serious about going on your own. Plus I also have experience dealing with… super stubborn kids, and just straight out telling you no isn’t the route I can take if I want you kids to stay put – and you guys don’t want to stay put, so that point is moot anyway. If you really have jumpstarted a ship before, there’s no telling if you won’t do it again, and as impressive as that feat is you’re still all kids. It’s really better if someone goes with you so you won’t get hurt or anything.” He glanced at Launchpad. “And really, I think it’s better to go with them than let them go on their own now. If you go with them, you can at least tell your boss you can’t stop them so you decided to keep an eye on them. If you don’t, there’s no damage control. Best care scenario, you get fired.”

Fenton shuddered. “I don’t know if I want to know what the worst case scenario would be,” he said. “And if Launchpad is involved and I know and don’t help, I’ll face the consequences too.”

“I’m glad I’m not working for Scrooge McDuck,” Drake sighed.

“Oh no, there’s no stopping Uncle Donald and Mom from hunting you,” Huey said as casually as he could.

“See? Now I’m roped in, too.” Drake shook his head. “I’ll… contact the guy. But I don’t know if it can withstand magic, or if the radar is good enough.”

Fenton let out a longsuffering sigh. “I can make some modifications.”

Launchpad looked at his two friends and let his face drop to his hands, groaning loudly. “…I’ll pilot the plane,” he said at last.

Something like hope settled in Huey’s chest. Things were finally starting to look up.

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The flight to take the money seed was a lot longer than any of them was comfortable with, no matter how far Della had stretched her skills both as a pilot and as someone proficient with magic. She was at the ends of her limit by the time they landed.

Donald could tell from the feel of her magic.

He wasn’t the only one who did. Uncle Scrooge noticed, too, and he laid his hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay, lass?”

Della jumped – a clear indicator that she wasn’t, but the smile she threw on was decidedly deceptive. “Yeah, never better! I can do this all day.”

Donald frowned. Uncle Scrooge did the same and gave her a stern look. “Della.”

“What? I mean that, I’m fine!” She stood and wobbled back into the seat instantly. “Okay, not as fine as I’d like. But mostly fine.”

“You kept using magic the whole way,” Uncle Scrooge pointed out. “Rest up when you can. We’ll be back quickly.”

“But – “

Donald scowled at her. “Don’t make me tie you into your chair, Dell.” His magic brushed hers to drive home the seriousness of his threat, and she stilled. The brief jolt of surprise, disbelief, and longing clued Donald in to how much she’d missed him, and he wondered how long it had been since he’d let their magic mix and mingle together.

Far too long, it seemed. But his magic was different, changed when he took on the amulet again. He had noticed how the difference in his magic made Della hesitate when she first realized his magic had changed, and he thought it had been kindness to keep his magic out of her reach.

He shelved that for later. He had other things to worry about, right now.

Panchito groaned. “Donald, you’re using my lines to her!”

Donald rolled his eyes. “Hey, if it fits.”

“That can’t do, Donal’. You have to be creative with your threats,” José said.

Donald threw them a withering look. He opened his mouth to retort, but Magica cut him off with a scoff, “Are we going to dawdle here all day or are we going in to take the seed?”

Goldie let out a noncommittal sound. “I mean, I’m content to sit back and watch the drama unfold.”

“We’re facing a time limit,” Magica reminded.

“Which is why we need to get the seed! Let’s go!” Della stood from her seat, only to fall back into it when Uncle Scrooge pushed her down with his cane.

“After what you did last time with Dewey, I’m not ready to let you near the seed yet,” he said. “And you need rest.” He glanced at Goldie and Magica. “Can I trust you two to babysit her?”

“Babysit?!”

Goldie lifted a brow. “You just don’t trust us to go inside, do you?”

“Well, that, too. But I also need someone to keep an eye on this rascal.” Uncle Scrooge poked Della with his cane, prompting an indignant hey from her.

Goldie smiled. “Fair enough. Shame, I was hoping I could have spent some more time with dear José on the way, but I suppose that can wait until later.” At the curious hum José let out, she shrugged. “Our magic does have some similarities.”

José’s eyes lit up. Panchito and Donald shared a look, decided then and there that Goldie and José teaming up would be a bad thing for absolutely everyone else, with Goldie being able to charm absolutely everyone into trusting her and José being able to coax absolutely everyone into doing what he wanted, and dragged him out of the plane, into the cold. Xandra followed them silently – she had been silent for a while, eyes scanning the horizon with an alertness that Donald hadn’t seen in a while – and nudged them to walk faster.

Uncle Scrooge led them, and in the end the walk to take the money seed was as uneventful as uneventful could be. They were back to the plane soon, and while Della was all reared up to fly again, Uncle Scrooge managed to coax her into resting some more.

“What now, though? We can’t just sit still and do nothing here,” Della protested.

“We’re not sitting still and doing nothing,” Xandra said, speaking up for the first time. “We’re giving Donald a chance to figure out how to track the well and the logistics of dealing with the magic.”

Donald blinked at her. “Will it be draining?”

“Very,” Xandra said. She bit her lip in thought for a moment. “Try drawing out power from the amulet, and maybe extra energy from José and Panchito.” She glanced at the two inquiringly.

Panchito nodded readily. “Of course! Take as much as you need.”

“Anything to minimize the risk,” José added.

Donald took a deep breath and stared at the three golden seeds in his palm. He didn’t really want to draw power from José and Panchito, didn’t want to treat them as magical batteries, but if it came down to it he’d probably do it unconsciously. The amulets were connected to one another, and it was ridiculously easy to follow that connection to the person wearing them.

“Okay,” he breathed. He looked up at Xandra. “How do I do this?”

Xandra sat cross-legged in front of him and prompted him to do the same. Once seated, she took his hand and pushed his fingers to grip the seeds in his hold. He let her.

“Close your eyes,” she said, “and breathe deeply.”

Donald complied.

“The magic in the seeds is faint, but I know you can sense it,” Xandra guided. “Can you feel it?” At Donald’s nod, she squeezed his hand. “Okay, now dive into it. Let its magic mix with yours. It will be counterintuitive because it’s not water magic, but it’s possible to do.”

Donald took a deep breath. He could feel the seeds’ magic, just as Xandra had pointed out. Something about it reminded him of Louie; of something glimmering and precious, but it was different. Louie’s magic was a quiet thing that breathed, but the seeds’ lay dormant, and Donald wasn’t sure if it could grow stronger if stroked awake. He tried anyway, nudging and poking it with his own magic, and it was like trying to mix water with oil. Until, slowly, the seeds’ magic began responding to his better and agreed to mix and be molded.

Immediately, he could feel himself being drained. He frowned, grunting, almost instinctually reaching deep into himself and grasping at the tethers of José and Panchito’s bonds and drawing from them.

Something shifted and pushed at him, wriggling in his head and making way to put itself in. It slotted into place, something screamed to be found, and Donald opened his eyes with a gasp.

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Della didn’t like how Donald looked right now.

She knew he was trying to get Louie back. Her baby. His, too, probably even more so than hers. But it didn’t change the fact that Donald looked different, felt different, and she didn’t like that.

The moment Donald wore his amulet, his magic had changed. It felt like the sea, but it was also more; it was also rain and rivers and lakes, but it was still also the sea, it was still Donald. The moment he reached into the seeds’ magic, the body of water that was Donald’s magic changed its face yet again and Della couldn’t recognize it.

And the change of magic was accompanied by a physical one, and something in her squirmed until she tasted bile in her throat. His magic, normally enveloping him in wave-like deep sea blue light speckled with white seafoam, had adopted a pale aquamarine with glittery golden sheen that shone through him and spread gold all over the interior of the plane. By him, José and Panchito exuded a similar golden sheen; dimmer but there all the same, most likely a byproduct of the way their magic were intertwined with one another’s through their amulet.

The initial change of his magic and the way he kept his distance after had been alienating enough. The fact that Della was watching it change once again into something she could barely recognize made a part of her want to weep.

Donald gasped and opened his eyes. His dark eyes had changed light, the lightest aquamarine, a glittery gold sheen covering the irises and spreading to the sclera until the white was nearly covered with all-encompassing gold. His magic, now barely even feeling like water anymore, pulsed. “The well,” he breathed softly.

Xandra leaned forward, hands hovering uncertainly around Donald. “Do you know where it is?”

Donald blinked. His gaze was almost blank, and his voice was lilting and untethered. When he spoke, his answer was almost as chilling as the nearly unrecognizable, eerily clear voice he used.

“Home.”

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The Others (5)

[ Mafia/Gang AU ]

Warning: Suggestive/Mature content

Dok2 nearly swerved off the side of the road when he spotted you crossing the street. It had been years since he last saw you, your hair was shorter than before but he was sure it was you. He could never forget the face of the only woman who could torment him with only the thought of her.

Without realizing what he was doing he ended up following you to a shopping mall. He made sure to keep his guards away and to keep his own distance from you until you stepped into a shoe store that he knew pretty well.

You were eyeing the selection of basketball shoes leisurely when, for no reason at all, your eyes turned to look beside you. “Joon-” his name died on your tongue as you took a step back from him. It was as if your whole body became stone, you were unable to move or breathe.

“Hello Y/N.”

He seemed angry so you made sure to act as normal as possible and greet him. “Hello, its been a while.” His whole aura became menacing as he closed the distance between you. Perhaps it was just you recalling that he wasn’t just anyone. He was the leader of Illionaire and you would fear him as such.

“It has and you’re still running away from me.”

“I’m not running,” you defended in a meek voice. You could hardly even stand your ground at the moment but you wouldn’t deny you didn’t want to. “I’m just- I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“You mean you didn’t expect to ever see me again.”

You licked your lips feeling suddenly dehydrated. To Joonkyung it was a sign that he had assumed correctly.

“Come with me.”

His words were phrased as an order so you followed hoping to make it out of the tense situation without being scathed. Your outer appearance remained as calm as possible while mentally you thanked your lucky stars Leo did not come along.

Joonkyung took you away from the shopping mall. He drove you to an unfamiliar building where he was politely greeted by everyone. Their greetings extended to you on occasion leaving you unsure of how to respond.

You figured a simple bow of your head would do.

When you came upon a door with his name etched on a golden plaque atop it you got an idea of where you were. Suddenly you were much more cautious of who you met eyes with and kept your head down.

“Boss-”

“Leave,” Joonkyung ordered his awaiting assistant. She was probably going to deliver some unwanted news anyway. The only time she was allowed to loiter around was when unfortunate news was to be delivered.

She gave a deep bow before the loud clacking of her heels echoed the four walls. The last click was of the door as she locked it on her way out.

“Now that you know what I do there’s no reason for me to keep you away from here.”

Just as you suspected, this was Illionaire’s base of operation. The place Joonkyung would go every time he said he was working. “This is your office?”

He nodded.

“Why did you bring me here?”

Why did he? Not even Joonkyung knew. All he knew was the need to make sure you wouldn’t escape before he figured out what he wanted to do with you.

The silence drove you to worry. “I never told anyone- you know about you being Dok2.”

“I don’t care about that, Y/N.”

Again he came off as irritated. Your name seemed to burn as it rolled off his tongue. “Sorry-”

“Why are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Are you scared of me now that you know the truth?” You had never apologized or backed down from a conversation before. Even if he yelled you would yell louder to get your point across.

“I’m not scared of you, I don’t even know you!” That was the truth as you knew it. The Joonkyung you knew and loved was someone else entirely from the one before you. “I thought I knew you pretty well back when we-” you cut yourself off unable to label what it was that you two were back then. “Joonkyung, I never really knew you at all. Kylie made me realize it.”

“Don’t talk about my wife.”

You didn’t know how to interpret his request. Was he offended by your casual reference of his wife or was he mad you were steering the conversation.

Joonkyung sat at his desk eyeing you in a way that made you uncomfortable.

You sighed unable to take it much longer, “Can I go?”

“No.”

Being the stubborn person you were, you went to the door and attempted to leave anyway. The locked door wouldn’t budge making you slam your hand against it with anger.

“Sit,” he ordered offering you the chair in front of his desk.

You complied and sat legs crossed at the heel. Suddenly you were reminded of Leo, his silence and short responses similar to Joonkyung’s. “Don’t you have a family to get back to?”

He did not catch your remark. Dok2 was too busy taking in your breathtaking beauty. It did things to a man that had been craving your touch for years.

“Why did you really leave?”

“I already told you.”

“You knew I was married from the beginning.” Dok2 leaned forward onto his desk observing you for a reaction. “Was it my son?”

Wide-eyed you starred at Joonkyung wondering if Kylie had gone as far as to tell him about your situation.

“Did you think I loved my wife simply because we chose to have a child together?”

Relief washed over you, sinking back into your seat you were able to once again breathe normally. So she had a boy too. “Part of you has to- at least now that you have your son.” Kylie did not seem as bad a person as you thought. She kept your situation a secret from him after all. Even if it was beneficial for her as well, you were thankful. “You should be thankful to the mother of your child.”

Dok2 figured now was as good a time as any to lay the truth out. “I only married Kylie as part of an agreement that was made between my family and hers. Her group would seize to exist and join Illionaire. The deal is only complete once we produced an heir.”

None of what he said had anything to do with you yet your heart ached to hear such cold words from the man you loved. It was as if he lacked the ability to feel anything for anyone.

Your eyes began to glisten thinking how there was no hope at all that he would have ever returned your feelings. Suddenly you were relieved to not have Joonkyung’s interest.

“Why are you telling me this Joonkyung?”

Why was he telling you? He couldn’t bring himself to saying that he seemed to have fallen in love with you when he hardly knew what love really was. Until you came along he was fine not knowing about it.

He got out of his chair and went over to your side determined to confirm the longing he felt. You stood up as well feeling like prey being cornered when you found yourself between him and his desk. He leaned closer to you causing you to lean back until your butt was literally on the desk keeping you from falling flat on your back.

“Damn it,” he whispers against your lips before he presses his own against yours more roughly than he had intended and wraps his arms around your waist. You whimper when his tongue unexpectedly slips against yours.

He was the last man you kissed and now you couldn’t help yourself from kissing back. This is wrong, very wrong. Your hands went up his chest to his shoulders holding onto him for support as he kept pushing you further back.

Dok2′s lips trailed to your neck eliciting a moan from your lips. It was the final push that had you sprawled out on his desk. His hands grip your thighs as he kisses you hungrily, mouths moving in a familiar rhythm.

It wasn’t until you felt his hands under your shirt that you recalled your place. “No, Joonkyung we can’t-”

He kissed your lips once more to stop your objections and continued until his hands were on your chest. Your body was his for many years, he knew what made you sing that sweet chorus of moans, breathless gasps, and his name.

“Did you miss me?” He asks hoping you would have been thinking about him all these years the same way he had been thinking of you.

“Mmm~” your back arched slightly as he began to grind against you alerting you to the moist heat you had begun feeling between your thighs. You were enjoying this far more than you should have.

“Tell me,” Joonkyung demanded as he pushed his clothed hardness against you, this time much slower than before. “All this time without me... without you.” He pulled your shirt aside exposing your collar bone where he began sucking and biting until he had marked you. “Why did you leave!”

The anger was back, you could feel his fingers digging into your flesh.

He looked so desperate for an answer you were afraid you might give in. You looked away unable to look him in the eyes as you kept your silence about the son he had given you.

“If you really loved me you shouldn’t have left.”

His words felt like a bucket of cold water had washed over you. “Don’t talk about something you know nothing about,” you sat up pushing him away.

"I do know because my relationship with you was by choice Y/N.” Dok2′s chest was rapidly rising and falling, he felt himself losing control of the situation. “We were together by choice.”

It was hard to recover from the ardent events that unfolded but you put yourself together with as much dignity as possible. “Yes,” you nodded with a sad smile as you recalled how taxing a relationship with Joonkyung was. One moment you were passionately embracing and the next he was gone. Now it was your turn to leave. “And I chose to end that relationship.”

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Leo peaked out from his room when he heard the front door. Upon seeing you had come back he rushed out to help you with the bags you were carrying. 

“Why so much,” he asked knowing this was way more than usual.

“Well, you’re going to be in high school. You’ll probably go out with your friends, maybe even a girlfriend so you’ll need new clothes. You won’t want to stay in your uniform all the time.”

“Mom,” he scolded you when he spotted yet another new pair of expensive basketball shoes. 

“What? These are more stylish, you can wear them out or- you know.” It was hard to act so cheerfully when you were still thinking about Joonkyung. There was a lump in your throat that just wouldn't go down. 

Leo stared at you with worry.

All you could do to ease him was holding his face in your hands. It also brought you some comfort to know you had someone to pour your feelings into. You didn’t need Joonkyung, all you needed was your son. “You know I love you very much right?”

He nodded, “I love you too.”

Words you would never hear from his father.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. IT brought you to your feet rushing Leo to his room. “Go hide and don’t come out unless I tell you to.”

He was confused but didn’t question your motives.

When you opened the door you did so with caution, only allowing a wedge big enough for you to stand in until you were met with Haru’s friendly smile. “Oh, Haru it’s only you.”

“Hey, Ms. Lee. I just wanted to bring this by.”

It was a common occurrence for strangers and friends alike to call you Ms. Lee because of Leo. Unfortunately, it was always easier to go along with it than correct them.

She handed you two tickets and a flyer. “My school is having a final game for the summer. The guys all asked me to invite him, they really enjoyed playing with him last time. I thought you might want to go too, considering what an expert you are.”

You smiled whole-heartedly, “Thank you so much for always thinking of my Leo. I’m sure he would love to go.”

“Great, see you around.”

“Bye.”

As soon as you closed the door you were confronted by Leo. “Why did you do that?”

“Sorry,” you apologized knowing how strange your behavior was. It was the result of running out of Joonkyung’s office hoping he wouldn’t try to find you again. “Leo do you want to know about your father?”

He shook his head refusing to talk about something that you clearly did not like to talk about. He had asked once before- when he was younger. The forced smile you gave him as you tried your best to satisfy his knowledge was unforgettable. It was the same when strangers would ask or comment about your situation. 

As he got older he wondered more about it but he understood it was something that brought you pain. Instead, he avoided it as well accepting that you were all he had and all he needed. 

“I don’t need to know.” 

But in the back of his mind, he worried he was related to that pain. That he reminded you of his father.

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When Dok2 arrived home he was more tired than usual. The emotional drain of having confronted you today was settling in so he decided to call it a day early. He was directed into the dining room by the maid who let him know Ji-hoon had already begun eating his dinner.

Ji-hoon nearly chocked at the sight of his father being home early for once. “What are you doing here?”

Dok2′s head tilted with a bit of laughter, “I live here.”

“I know but you’re never here at this time.”

He took a seat on the opposite side of him of the table for six. His dinner being brought in almost instantly. There wasn’t much of an appetite but he ate just to spend time with Ji-hoon. 

It seemed your words had struck something inside him. What the f*ck was love? He looked up at Ji-hoon watching his son eat nonchalantly as he looked at his phone.

He had felt indifferent towards Kylie up until she openly betrayed him. He felt nothing for Jia, perhaps dismissive of her for not baring fault of what Kylie did. Then there was Ji-hoon, Dok2 didn’t particularly choose to be a father but he was.

Ji-hoon would be his heir, his legacy... Dok2 was deep in thought unable to hear his son.

“Dad!” Ji-hoon called out for the third time. “Did you hear me?”

“What is it?”

“I want Ash and Zene to be my guards.” Ji-hoon had never made such a request regarding the group. His father had always assigned his guards but he always ditched them. Now he felt that if it was the two people he came to like it would be bearable to be under someone’s care. 

Dok2 eyed his son with suspicion. “You know you won’t be able to talk to them in public or everyone will know who they are. If a rival wants to kidnap you they will be able to do so very easily.”

“Yeah right,” Ji-hoon crossed his arms. “Ash and Zene would kill anyone that tries.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Come on Dad, please.” The teenage boy was set on not taking no for an answer and got his way when Dok2 sighed and gave in. 

“Fine, they will become your guards when you start school again.” 

It reminded him of the whole ordeal at the beginning of the summer when he basically forced his way into living with him. He wondered why it was that Ji-hoon would prefer living here than with his mother who he had spent more time with. 

Dok2 knew he wasn’t the best of fathers. He hardly saw his son as the years passed but he did care for him when he was younger. The thought of him being the only child he would breed into the world made him unique.

“Ji-hoon why don’t you want to live with your mother?”

“Why don’t you,” the teenager asked back.

If he was ever one thing with Ji-hoon it was honest. “We don’t get along,” he answered his question as broadly as possible to spare him the specifics. After all, he couldn’t just tell his son there was another woman on his mind. That for years now he had been regretting his marriage to Kylie. 

“Do you love her?”

Dok2 stilled for a moment. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you answer my questions.” The look of confusion on his father’s face made Ji-hoon laugh. It was the first time he saw him so unsure of himself. “Mom hardly pays attention to me. If I ask a question she lies or ignores me if she can’t answer. Mom is easily angered, scolds me, then ignores me again- over and over it’s always the same.” To quote his father, “We don’t get along either.”

Dok2 never knew his son felt that way.

“But,” he shrugged, “she’s my mom so I have to love her.” And in all honesty, he did. If he didn’t love her so much the fact that she brushed him off so easily wouldn’t hurt as much as it does. 

-end-

A/N: I just want to warn I know nothing about the new Ambition guys. So if I am not repping Ash Island and Zene The Zilla well I am sorry and you are welcome to let me know more about them. I just wanted to include them for the people that want some content with them.

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Anon Request:

Could you do a dom reader, sub Ringo and sub George threesome thing, with some teasing and sadomasochism? Thanks. (:

A Little Help From My Friends

Pairings: sub!George Harrison x sub!Ringo Starr x male!reader

Warnings: sadomasochism, violence, kink, threesome, humiliation 

Rating: Mature

Words: 2000+

Summary: It’s 1962. You are friends with George and Ringo who started dating shortly after Ringo joined The Beatles. They invite you over to have dinner at Ringo’s house but they set it up in hopes to get you to help them out with something.

Author’s Note: Hey anon! You didn’t specify the sex and/or gender of the reader so I made them cisgender male. I hope that’s okay with you. Otherwise, I just got creative with it, hah. I’ve never written a sadomasochism story. I hope everyone enjoys! I’m kind of nervous. Sorry the beginning kind of drags, so I understand if you skip to the porn. This was a challenge, so please don’t rip me a new one. I also got carried away with the word count.

*This story is fiction and written for leisure. Aspects of this story will not be historically accurate. I do not own The Beatles. I don’t make money off this. 

You rang the door bell of Ringo’s small house with your free hand, the other holding a bottle wine for the dinner. It wasn’t new for any of you to hold a dinner occasionally. It was strange for young men to enjoy cooking so you all kept it among yourselves.

Ringo and George recently told you that they started dating. You noticed they hit it off pretty well since you were good friends their competing bands prior to what well-known local band The Beatles are today.

Loud foot steps were heard from behind the door until suddenly a smiling Ringo revealed himself.

“Hey!” he said. “Long time, no see!”

“Like I didn’t see you yesterday, Ringo.” you laughed, stepping into the house.

Almost immediately, the aroma of garlic and chicken filled your nose and got stronger closer you walked towards the kitchen where you found George wearing a pink apron which looked like it belonged to Ringo’s mom who wasn’t home. He was craving freshly baked chicken and putting chucks of meat onto three plates.

“Smells good in here, Geo!” you said, making him glance to see who it was.

“Hey, thanks. I’m almost done, okay? Just take a seat in the dining room.”

You did as he said and sat at a nicely set up table for the three of you. Ringo came up from behind you and took the wine bottle out of your hand to pour into the glasses before taking a seat himself.

“Okay everyone, it’s done.” George came in holding all three plates and placing them gently in front of everyone. “I hope it came out right. It’ll definitely be better than what you cooked last time, Ringo.” he joked.

Ringo playfully kicked George’s shin and giggled. “Shut up!”

“Alright, alright. Let’s all eat now, yeah?” you laughed watching how much they were getting along.

You knew John and Paul as well, but things weren’t as natural with them like it was with George and Ringo. You weren’t sure what it was but you suspected it was because you slept with a couple of their friends---that were men of course. They were never rude to you about being gay. It seemed more about how awkward it was for them to find out on how many of their friends you’ve slept with. It’s safe to say that you’ve been around. You just teased that they were just jealous that you got more action than them. It was all fun and games, really.

The three of you continued to eat and laugh but the feeling in the room changed dramatically when the both of them started to ask questions about your sex life. It’s not like it bothered you though. You all talked about sex often but it almost seemed like they were interrogating you---especially about your experience in threesomes.

What was that like? Did you like it? How many people were there? Were you okay with that? That turned you on? Did you hurt them? You like hurting people?

“Guys, guys, guys,” you looked up at both of them. They looked scared and glanced at each other as if they were waiting for the other to say something. “What’s up with all ... these questions?”

Ringo bit his lip and stared at his boyfriend until George finally spoke up. 

“Well... w-we were wondering if... erm...” he dropped his eye contact with you and started to toy with his food. “...if you would show us-- or uhh... well, tell us more about threesomes...?”

Your eyes widened. Ringo and George were both staring at the table in embarrassment, scared to hear your answer.

You adjusted yourself in your seat and thought to yourself how funny this all was. You weren’t offended at all. You were actually quite flattered they even asked. Before the silence can go any longer, you just said, “Yes.”

Both of their heads perked and their faces lifted into small, shy smiles.

“Is this part of the reason why we held this dinner in Ringo’s empty house?” you teased.

Ringo turned red and nodded hesitantly. You smirked and stood up, making your way to Ringo’s room. Ringo and George looked at each other, unsure what to do until you yelled, “Well, I can’t show you if you’re over there now, can I?”

You heard them jolt up and made their way into the room where you sat at the edge of Ringo’s full-sized bed.

“Sit, both of you.” you said sternly, patting the spots on both sides of you. They complied without question. These twinks know exactly what they’re doing. “Well, go on then.”

They looked at each other before leaning over you to kiss one another, right in front of your face. You stared at the way their lips folded over each other and their tongues occasionally making an appearance as they slipped into each other’s mouths. Ringo slipped his hand onto your crotch and started to rub your already existing bulge. George moaned into their kiss as it got wetter. You can tell he wanted more. To help him out, you unbuttoned his jeans impatiently and snaked your hand under his slacks to grab his hard penis then started to pump, making him moan into the kiss again.

At this rate, you felt yourself getting bored. You let go George’s dick and pushed them apart.

“Take off your clothes, now.” you ordered. They stood up and obeyed again but this time even quicker. You stood up too and walked up to both of them and just stared at their bodies.

“Umm-” Ringo croaked out but was immediately interrupted by your hand quickly traveling across this face, making him yelp from the sudden strike. He held his cheek and stared at you with his big eyes. You looked down and saw Ringo’s dick only stiffen out more, making smirk. 

“Shut up and both of you bend over the bed.”

They rushed over and did as you said close together. You stared at their tight, pale asses and began to undo your belt, wanting nothing more put to make them red and the room fill with whines. Both of their cheeks clenched when they heard the sound of the metal buckle jingling, making you smirk. You folded the belt in half, holding the ends together.

Without any warning you gave both of them lash on the ass, making them squeal. “Oh two have been bad. Thinking nasty things.” You lashed them again, making the pink appear.

“We’re sorry. W-We just wanted-” Ringo talked again. You towered over him, having your hard member pressed against his ass through your jeans and wrapped the belt around his throat, pulling it to make him gasp for air.

“I swear to god Richie, you talk so god damn much.” you growled into his ear, pulling the belt more, making his back arch. George just stared as his boyfriend chocked under your belt, feeling his dick twitch at the sight.

“For that, you’ll be first.” you said as you unbuttoned your jeans with your other hand to release your member. You spat into your hand and coated your dick with it.

“Wait, I-” Before he could finish his sentence, you shoved your dick in his ass, making him yell. You pulled the leather around his neck tigher as you pumped in and out of his heat, forcing him to arch his back more. Ringo just moaned through his teeth with his eyes shut, feeling the pain and pleasure of how rough you were being.

You looked over at George who patiently waiting his turn. To give him some attention, you coated your pointer and middle finger in spit and squeezed them into his ass. The thin man moaned at how sharp the penetration was and gripped the sheets.

After about a minute, you stopped everything you were doing and instructed them to get fully on the bed. You had Ringo lay down, George on all fours with his ass to you and his face in between his boyfriend’s legs.

You lined yourself up with George’s hips and inserted yourself into his heat, causing him to moan. You pushed his head down to swallow Ringo’s cock and held him there by gripping his hair. Ringo started to moan you made George deep throat all while fucking him from behind. George was tighter than Ringo by a lot. You can tell he was very new to all of this. No wonder he was quiet.

Your free hand slapped George’s already pink cheeks over and over again as you pushed yourself into him. The room was filled with sounds of their moans, gagging, clapping, and slapping--just how you liked it.

You stopped slapping his ass and reached around to stroke his leaking penis. You pulled his head up from sucking off Ringo to arch his back to fuck him harder.

“Nnnghhh.. Ah! ...Mmm, ahh!” George whined through his wet and swollen lips. Ringo stared and stroked himself at the sight. You looked right into Ringo’s eyes as you continued to fuck his boyfriend roughly right in front of him.

You smirked before moving your grip in his hair to around his throat, allowing all five of your digits to tighten to make him gasp for air.

“Tell Ringo how good this feels...” you whispered into his ear as you stared at Ringo.

George peeked at Ringo with his half hooded eyes and croaked out, “Richie... It feels.... nghh... so good...” Ringo began to stroke himself faster after hearing his boyfriend’s strained voice.

“Good boy... now cum... but I want you to look at your boyfriends face when you do it,” you began to speed up your thrusts and jerked his dick faster.

George forced his eyes open to stare at Ringo who continued to jerk off. The thinner man felt the heat in his body move to his crotch as he neared climax. He felt every hard thrust in his asshole, making him slightly shake before his member released its load on the sheets. “Ngghhhh... fuck...”

You let go of him and pushed his limp body off to the other side of the bed to crawl over to Ringo who hasn’t quite finished it.

Your eyes met his baby blues and without even saying anything, you made sure he knew you were about to destroy him. Ringo bit his lip as you gripped the insides of his thighs and pushed them up giving you perfect access to his entrance. You inserted yourself once again and slammed inside of him, making sure to hit his g-spot every time. The smaller man let out sinful noises as you went balls deep. He was so pretty and more experienced than George was. You let go of his thighs, leaving marks where your fingers were and moved one hand to grip his throat.

He began to gasp for air, placing his hands on yours in attempt to peal them off but was interrupted again but a slap to the face by your free hand. Ringo’s dick began to leak precum. He loved it.

“Your the worst one, you know that?” you said, slapping him across his red face again. “I love seeing you helpless.”

“I-I’m... going... to cum,” he squeaked out.

“Yeah? Do it. With no touch.” you smirked.

You tightened your grip around his throat, making him close his eyes to focus on breathing and cumming without any stroking as you continued to pound into him.

“Hurry up!” you whacked him again, making him wince at the sharp pain that remained on his cheek.

“I-I’m ...mm...” he bit his lip as the sensation in his lower body built up. “Nnnghhh...” groaned as his semen squired onto his stomach, laying limp from the painful pleasure rushing through his body.

You let go and pulled out of him and began to stroke yourself to prepare for your load.

“Both of you come here.” you ordered.

George perked up from his high and crawled over to meet your dick face-to-face as did Ringo. They looked up at you and opened their mouths with their tongues out.

“Oh fuck...” you moaned as your pumped your dick, twisting your wrist at the top. They looked so good when their faces were all red and sweaty--just visibly worn out.

After a couple more seconds, your load came hard onto their faces. They closed their eyes as drips of your cum sprayed onto their cheeks and nose--most of it landing on George.

You collapsed onto you ass and laid back onto the bed. The two of them wiped the cum off their faces and crawled over to you, cuddling up to both of your sides. You wrapped your arms around both of them and stroked their backs gently.

“How was that?” you asked with your eyes closed.

All you got was a small nod from both of them as they began to doze off and that was good enough for you.

The End

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

It’s Gonna Be Worth It

Characters: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 938

Warnings: pure fluff, shirtless Spencer

Summary: You and Spencer take a day to go to the beach, and you know the sunburn you will have it gonna be all worth it.

Author’s Note: This is the July 4th fic “Day at the Beach” for the 30 Day Writing Challenge and if you have any requests, please send them in! this is unbeta’d and every mistake is all on me.

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“You know, In 2010, 37.5% of adults reported being sunburned in the last year. I can only imagine what that number is like in 2019,” Spencer rambled about sunburns. Since you had the weekend off from work, you thought it would be nice to spend it at the beach. He wasn’t a big fan of the sandy climate, but he didn’t complain once he saw the begging in your eyes. He could deal with a few hours at the beach with no problem. He could read while you swam or did whatever you do at beaches.

“Spence, babe, I love you but shut up. I don’t need to hear every five minutes to put on sunscreen. I already put some on when we got out of the car.”

“Yeah, but--”

“Spencer,” you turned around once you found the spot you liked. “Just enjoy the moment. There’s medicine for sunburns, so I’m not too concerned with worrying about the sun. Besides, there’s clouds out. And yes, I know that doesn’t stop the rays from shining through.”

“Alright,” he chuckled awkwardly. The two of you set your things out, and when he pulled out a book, you pouted.

“No, you’re not going to be reading. Come in the water with me.”

“I don’t think so. I’ll watch you from here,” he chuckled. Quickly thinking on your toes, you pulled the sundress off your body to reveal the sexy swimsuit you had purchased just for this day. Spencer has never seen it, and you knew it would drive him crazy. When he got a chance to touch or look at your body, he would. He loved it so much that he did enough loving for the both of you. As soon as Spencer looked up from his book, his mouth started to water with desire.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” you asked with a smirk. Images of you in a wet bathing suit filtered through his mind, and he didn’t hesitate to get up and approach you. Before he could touch your body, you took a few steps back and motioned to his shirt. “Take it off, babe.”

Spencer blushed since he wasn’t that confident in his own body, but there weren’t that many people here, so he complied. He slowly took off the offending material, and it was your turn to have a watery mouth. Spencer was lean but toned. You could see the defining muscles that weren't as big as Derek’s but still were there. His job was his workout, and boy has those years been kind to him. If it was up to you, you would stare at his body all day every day and just worship him.

“You’re staring,” he muttered as he walked to you.

“Can you blame me? You’re a prize, Reid. You’re just too gorgeous,” you grinned as you wrapped an arm around his slim waist.

“You’re the gorgeous one in this relationship,” he said even though he blushed at the compliment. Guiding him to the water, you let it wash over your feet to test the temperature. It wasn’t super cold, but warm enough to go in. Grabbing his hand, you began to run into the ocean like a little kid. The waves crashed against your body as you fought against them, and you soon found yourself to be chest deep while Spencer was only waist deep.

“The water is nice,” you commented, splashing him a little. Spencer grinned mischievously before fighting back. He splashed so much water on you that you looked like you had gone underwater. “Not fair!”

“You started it,” he laughed. With all the strength you could muster up, you ran at him before jumping into his arms. Usually, he caught you with ease, but the rushing water caused his balance to be thrown off. He toppled over with you on top right into the ocean. He went underwater, and you laughed before getting off him. He surfaced before spitting out the salty sea.

“Now you’ve gone too far!” he laughed as he tried to chase you. Squealing with laughter, you turned to run away, but he was too quick for you to outrun him. He caught you from behind before lifting you off the ground. Anybody that was paying attention to the two of you would only see happiness and hear only laughter. Once he set you down, you turned in his arms before bringing him down to kiss you. His lips tasted of salt, but that didn’t bother you. The kiss was short and sweet but filled with so much love.

Despite the clouds being out, it was such a beautiful day that you didn’t regret coming here. You two have found it hard to spend time together alone even though you two worked together. Your desk was right across from his which is where you met for the first time. He had been so shy but welcoming, you knew right then and there you wanted to get to know him as more than a co-worker. Things escalated, and before you knew it, you were kissing him. He was such a sweet man, it was amazing how well he kept control over himself with what he sees every day.

The day seemed to pass by quickly because you two were having so much fun. In fact, the only time you ever put on sunscreen was when you got out of the car, and you knew when you got out you would have a very nasty sunburn in the morning. However, seeing the smile on your boyfriend’s face made the sunburn-to-be worth it.

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