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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months ago

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Black Light 13

Warnings: noncon, namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

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Part of The Club AU

You don't go home. He might be big and scary but you're a grown woman. He made sure of that, didn't he? So you disappear into the shadows and lurk, watching the girls in their shimmering dresses and the men in their open collars line up for entry.

August stands on one side of the doors, Lee the other, and they go about their work. They stop pairs and groups to check cards and wave them inside, pointing others back onto the street. One man refuses and receives a violent shake from your man. You almost giggle as you peer around the chipped brick.

It slows down to only a few ambitious clubbers here and there. It must get boring just standing outside and staring at the street. No wonder he's so moody. The only thing exciting in his life is his own emotion. You can't judge, you don't have much going on either. You haven't even got a summer job. Wait, that's a brilliant idea.

You calm yourself. Tonight, you have another mission. You just have to be patient.

You smile and nearly bounce in place. Oh, you are excited. It will have to wait of course, but it's always nice to have a purpose.

You yawn as your phone jitters. You turn away to hide the glow and check the notifications. It's Hottie. Her ID makes your stomach churn. For some reason, the idea of seeing her again makes you nauseous. Almost as if she did, she'd see right through you. She's so smart and tough, and you... you let him follow you and then...

Oh but it's such a special moment, you just want to bask in the afterglow just a little longer.

It's early. Or late, depending on your point of view. Time has always been a conundrum to you. A line with no end.

You watch as the club empties out, last call ending with a deafening silence. The absence of the blaring music is louder than its thumping bass. You linger, rubbing your eyes, yawning once more.

You back up as girls teeter past drunkenly in their heels. You can't see the front doors but you know he won't leave right away. He has to make sure everyone's out. You wait until the coast is clear and go to peek out once more.

Your mind wanders, as it often does, and you think of that day when he came to get that couch. You remember his truck... Hmmmm.

You creep across the street like a cat. You stay close to the wall as you approach the club and dip around to the lot. There aren't many cars there. You turn on your phone light and squint; you think that's the right plate. It is the only truck in the lot.

You shut off the light and put your phone away. You hug your scrapbook under one arm and step up on the large tire. You haul yourself up and flip over the top, landing heavily as the book falls out of your grasp. You retrieve it as you gasp for breath and drag yourself into the corner. He won't check back here, besides it's too dark.

You lay folded against the metal and try not to fall asleep. It's tempting as it's nearly three in the morning. You hear a door clatter open and shut, voices tossed back and forth. A deeper voice met by a sheepish murmur. You hold your breath until they fade away and the door opens again.

Footsteps and nothing else. Boots mulching on the stray bits of gravel across the pavement. The truck chirps as it unlocks and shifts as the driver side door swings out. Oh, it's him!

You lock up and fight the urge to jump out and holler 'surprise'. In due time.

He turns the engine over and reverses out with a sharp veer. You're jostled by the movement as he puts his foots down on the pedal. Oh god, he's an aggressive driver.

You're wide awake as he takes corners with no caution. He is consistent. You latch onto your scrap book, not wanting it to slide around and give you away. The cool night blows over you and sends a shiver up your spine.

Finally, he slows, coming to a halt after another jolting veer. You wait and listen as he gets out, grumbling in that cute way he does. You sit up and edge over to the other side. You watch his shadow and push yourself back as he passes.

As he turns between the next row of cars, you scramble to hope out of the truck bed and use the bumper to lower yourself down. You run after him, puffing as he walks steadily towards the apartment building. You're caught off guard as he turns and catches you by the throat. You squeak and drop the scrap book, clasping onto his thick wrist.

"Ach, Poo-kie," you croak out, "it's just me--"

He grunts and squeezes tighter before relenting, instead grasping the front of your shirt, "what are you doing?"

"Um, duh, I came to see you. My boyfriend--"

"Stop," he hisses, shaking you. "You're really starting to get on my nerves."

"Hey, don't be so rude," you hit his chest, "I came all the way out here in the middle of the night--"

"How did you get here? How do you know where I live?" He snarls.

You're silent. The truth might not help your case.

"Lucky guess?"

"Goddamn it, what--" he rasps, "you are insane. You are going to get yourself hurt, little girl. I told you, we only fucked."

"Well..." you bat your lashes, sliding your touch down his forearm, "we can do it again..."

"Huh?" He recoils, letting you go as you stagger on your feet.

"Yeah!" You clap your hands, "maybe this time it won't hurt that bad."

He's quiet, only letting out a deep exhale.

"You need to forget what happened--"

"How can I?" You counter, "it was my first. You're my first." Your voice grits as a swell of heat flows up from your stomach, "I won't forget."

"I'm telling you to go--"

"You said you love me," you pout.

"You made me--"

"And you made me do... do that thing," you accuse right back, "you don't just get to walk away."

Silence, again. He rolls his shoulders and crosses his arms, his silhouette looming even larger.

"You should," he growls, "walk away before this gets messy."

"I'm not going to," you say, lip trembling.

He shakes his head and drops his arms. He steps closer and reaches for your shoulders, gripping tightly as he leans in.

"You don't learn easy, do you?" he sneers and lets a hand snake up to the back of his neck. He twists you around, pinching meanly as he marches you ahead of him. "I'll fucking teach you.”

#august walker #dark august walker #dark!august walker #august walker x reader #drabble #black light #series #au #the club #mission impossible: fallout

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bluelocksource · 1 year ago

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Karasu Tabito’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible 1 & 2).

"You'll receive a delicious attack, you average guys."

☆ Character's colour: Dark blue.

☆ Weapons:

Keep (keep the ball from opponent), feint technique, and handwork (using hand or arm to block the opponent / to keep the distance from the opponent / to secure the play area). (EB1) Analytical skills and handwork. (EB2)

☆ Nicknames: ‘Assassin’ and ‘Analyst’.

☆ Birthday: 15th August. (Obon festival)

☆ Current age: 18 (3rd year of high school)

☆ Zodiac: Leo.

☆ Birthplace: Osaka Prefecture.

☆ Family: Grandmother. Mother. Father. Older sister. Himself.

☆ Current height: 183 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: Right foot.

☆ Blood type: A.

☆ Starts playing football: At age 4.

☆ Team before joining BLUE LOCK: Bambi Osaka Youth (same team as Hiori) .

☆ Motto: "Never lose your intelligence and your curiosity!"

☆ Favorite food/drink: Kelp tea (kombucha). “It calms me.”

☆ Disliked food: Salmon roe. “The texture and fishy smell are unusual. It’s like eating a monster cells.”

☆ Favorite animal: Hawks. “I heard it has good sense in hunting." “Those sharp eyes and claws are marvelous.”

☆ Favorite season: Autumn. "I like the feeling of solitude."

☆ Favorite football player: Ruud van Nistelrooy.

☆ Favorite song: “FLY” by GRAPEVINE.

☆ Favorite manga: GANTZ “The Osaka version. It’s just too awesome.”

☆ Favorite movie: “It’s a foreign movie, ‘Westworld’.”

☆ Favorite TV show: Documental (a comedy documentary program)

☆ Ideal type: Smart and strong woman.

☆ Hobby: Observing, analyzing, and assessing people.

☆ Fixation: Voice/way of speaking. "I feel unusually aroused whenever I sense intelligence from the way a person speaks."

☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: “Bamboo shoots. It’s pretty common but honestly, bamboo shoots.”

☆ What goes best with rice : Kimchi. “It’s good no matter how many times you eat it.”

☆ What makes him happy: To be left alone. “I want to live as I please, die as I please.”

☆ What makes him upset: Surprise presents. “It’s impossible to be happy in a forced atmosphere. I kind of feel bad.”

☆ What he thinks his strength is: Rational, calm, and determined.

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: He can't be kind to ordinary people. “I need to fix that.”

☆ Favorite/Best subject: Modern literature, Chemistry, and World History.

☆ Dislike/weak subject: Swimming. “I’m scared of water.”

☆ What made him cry recently: “Not gonna tell ya, idiot.”

☆ Usual sleeping time: 6.5 hours.

☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: Hair. “My hair's too stiff from all the hair wax.”

☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: 6. “They’re definitely messing with me. I keep receiving bonbon whiskey.” (bonbon whiskey: chocolate confectionary that contains whiskey.)

☆ At what age he experiences first love: At age 8. “Marisa was the cutest girl in class. And then there’s ordinary me...”

☆ The first time he got confessed to: “Marisa confessed to me on elementary school graduation day ceremony. But since I’ll be playing soccer at a faraway middle school, I turned her down. Something like that. Nothing out of ordinary."

☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: Invest in index funds.

☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: "Around 10 years old. I stopped because I want to be considerate of my parents."

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: PS4 & Winning Eleven.

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: “To be with someone important to me. If such a day comes, it’s being ordinary good enough for me.”

☆ Favorite historical figure: "Zhuge Liang. The strongest strategist in history. I really like him."

☆ If he hadn't encountered soccer, what will he be doing: "I’d want to be a management consultant. I want to help ordinary people become extraordinary."

☆ If he could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be: "I wouldn’t need anything. Surviving there would be great. The greatest ability of humans is "adaptation" to their environment."

☆ If he had a time machine, would he go to the past or the future: The past. "I want to know the truths of the struggles and glories of those who came before me and use that as my nourishment."

Last updated: 1/11/2024

* The crossed words are the changes made from twitter’s answer to the answer from Egoist Bible.

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

#blue lock #karasu tabito #trivia: karasu tabito #trivia: profile #bluelocksource #it's his birthday today!#just in time :)#trivia #admin han #our translation #last update on 1/11/2024

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babydollmarauders · 2 years ago

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AUGUST — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

PART TWO CAN BE FOUND HERE.

summary: in which y/n has been in love with quinn for years and now they engage in a summer situationship.

specific lyrics: “i can see us lost in the memory, august slipped away into a moment in time. 'cause it was never mine. and I can see us twisted in bedsheets, august sipped away like a bottle of wine. 'cause you were never mine.” and “your back beneath the sun, wishin' i could write my name on it. will you call when you're back at school? i remember thinkin' i had you.” and “wanting was enough. for me, it was enough. to live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you'd call.”

warnings: innuendos, talk of sexual happenings but no actual NSFW content.

notes: this takes place when Quinn was attending UMich. inspired by August by Taylor Swift! reader is 18.

**JULY 30TH, 2018**

my cheek pressed against the cool glass, i sit in the bay window of my bedroom at my families lake house, watching for the neighbors to arrive. we’ve been coming here every summer since i was fourteen, and for just as long, i’ve had a crush on the eldest son of the family next door.

the Hughes family was comprised of three boys and their parents, Jim and Ellen.

there was the youngest, Luke. fourteen years old and the sweetest kid you could ever meet. generally the victim of teasing from his older brothers, but he doesn’t let it get to him.

then there’s Jack, the middle child. seventeen years old and my best friend. surprisingly smart, kind, and always there for me when needed, metaphorically of course since we don’t actually live near each other.

and lastly, Quinn, the oldest. nineteen, more on the introverted side, attractive, and my summer crush for the last four years.

Jack and i keep in touch over the school year, telling each other any and everything that happens in our lives, and he informed me that they would be arriving today, but he didn’t say what time. so, here i sit, looking out my window, sight locked on the driveway of the house next door.

“y/n! lunch!” my mother’s voice drifts up to my room from the bottom of the stairs. ignoring her yell, i stay planted in my seat. “y/n, c’mon! i know you’re watching for Jack but you can still eat!”

i heave out a sigh, standing to my feet and rushing down the stairs. i grip my lunch plate in my hands and start back towards the stairs.

“you can’t even stay down and eat with us?” my mom questions. i look over to her, standing with her hands on her hips and her brows raised.

“i don’t wanna miss their arrival, mama.” i whine and she rolls her eyes and shoos me off. i dart up the stairs, shouting out, over my shoulder- “love you, mama!”

i take my seat back at my bay window and look back to the driveway again, keeping myself busy by eating bites of my sandwich as i watch. no more than 5 minutes after i finish my sandwich and chips, i see a car pulling into the neighboring driveway. opening my window, i watch as my best friend steps out of the vehicle, followed by his younger brother. my heart deflates slightly when i notice the absence of the oldest Hughes, but i cover up my disappointment quickly when Jack looks over at me leaning out my window.

“hey hockey-head!” i yell.

“my personal cheerleader!” he calls back. “you gonna come give me my hug? or do i have to come up there and get it myself?”

with that, i pull back into my room and spin around, running down the stairs.

“they here?” my father correctly assumes as i zoom past him in the living room.

“yep!” i scream, opening the front door. i stumble down the front porch steps, catching myself on the last step, and making eye contact with Jack. he holds his arms open and i run across my yard, launching myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. one of his arms winds around my waist and his other hand splays under my backside, holding me up. the touch is innocent between two best friends, but i hear Luke fake a gag behind us.

“i missed you.” i mumble, my lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

“i missed you too. i’m sorry i couldn’t make it to your graduation.” he whispers back.

“it’s okay, i know you had a hockey game. just don’t forget me when you become a hotshot, first-overall nhl player.” i joke as he lowers me down to my feet.

“never. who else is gonna keep me humbled and remind me that i’m ‘an average white boy’?” he chuckles as he uses my own words from last week.

“that’s true. you’ll need me in order to keep your ego in check.” i shrug before twisting to face Luke. “hi, sweet baby.”

i reach up, holding his face in my hands. he rolls his eyes at my words but it just eggs me on more. i pull him down to my chest, cradling his head to my collarbone.

“my little baby.” i coo and pout. “you’ve grown so much since i last saw you.”

“y/n/n, i’m almost fifteen, not five.” his words are muffled in my chest. “can we have a regular hug now?”

i let out a long dramatic sigh and release him from my hold. he pulls back, giving me a shy smile before hugging me to his chest.

“good to see you, moosey.”

“good to see you too, y/n/n.” he lets me go and i look at Jack once we part.

“where’s Quinn?” i ask. Quinn and i aren’t nearly as close as i am with his brothers, him usually sticking with the friends he brings to the lake house, but it’s not unusual for me to wonder his whereabouts.

“he’s coming sometime in the next few days. he went to a friends house for a couple weeks.” Jack answers. he smirks and speaks again- “but that just means you get extra time with the cooler Hughes brothers.”

“you think you’re cool?” i tease. “yeah, this is why you need me. you’re already thinking delusionally!”

“what does it say about you that you hang out with people you don’t think are cool?” Jack argues, raising a brow.

“hold on, i never said Luke isn’t cool!” i joke, crossing my arms across my chest and shifting my weight to one leg. “i only implied you are uncool.”

“oh, you’re gonna get it!” it’s the only warning i get before he leaps, trying to get ahold of me. i sprint around the yard, circling the car before halting behind Ellen Hughes, who was on her way out to grab another suitcase to bring in the house.

“well, hello dear.” she laughs as i take hold of her shoulders, using her as a human shield against her middle son.

“hi El!” i chat. “save me!”

“Jack, you guys have been back together for 5 minutes and you’re already attacking the poor girl?” she chides. “leave her alone.”

“yeah, Rowdy, leave me alone!” i hit back. “you’re so mean to me.”

“you called me uncool!” he rebuts. Ellen sighs and shakes her head at our childishness.

“just call a truce and go down to the lake.” she tells us. Jack and i eye each other warily as i snake a hand around Ellen for a peace handshake. Jack shakes my hand, making me smile and step out from behind his mother.

“meet at the lake in twenty?” Jack asks. i nod and take off back to my house to get changed.

this is gonna be the best summer. i can feel it.

**AUGUST 2ND, 2018**

i wake to the sunshine streaming in through my bedroom windows and my blanket falling to the floor. my back cracks with the movement of me stretching my limbs across my bed and my mouth opens wide in a yawn. i swing my feet over the side of my bed and smile. it’s been three days since Jack and Luke arrived, and according to Jack, Quinn is arriving today. i’m assuming he’ll get here in the evening, so i choose to waste time by going for a morning swim.

i strip out of my pajamas, grabbing a simple navy blue bikini from my dresser and getting changed into it. i grab a towel out of the linen closet on my way downstairs and grab a granola bar from the kitchen.

“i’m going out for a swim.” i inform my parents, who sit at the dining table. they nod, assuring me that they heard me, and go back to their discussion. i leave out the back door, walking down to the lakeside, enjoying the hot summer sun. i spot someone laying out on the shore, and grin in assumption that it’s my best friend. but when i get closer, i spot the dark brown hair and slightly paler skin and freeze in my spot. i stand in place, admiring the boy laid out with his back facing the sun. Quinn.

i stand there for a few minutes, just watching how the sun makes him glow and thinking about how much i want to be his. to be able to lay next to him and trace my name on his back as he soaks up the sun, to lay kisses across it as he hides a smile. how badly i long to be his. he stirs and i avert my gaze, continuing my walk to the shoreline.

“well hey stranger.” i hear called towards me, i look back over to see Quinn sitting up now, smiling my way. “you just gonna walk right past without saying hello? haven’t seen you in a year!”

my face heats up and i desperately hope he thinks it’s just consequences of the summer sun.

“hey, Quinn.” i say back. “long time no see! how’s UMich treating you?”

“eh, it’s been good. i can’t complain. what about you? you just graduated, right? you know what school you’re going to yet?” he rests his arms on his knees as he speaks, and with this position, my eyes are able to trail his chest, leading down to his hard earned hockey abs and the happy trail that disappears underneath his swimming trunks. “y/n?”

oh my god he just caught me ogling him. shit, what did he ask again? school?

“uh, yeah. yeah, i’m taking a gap year and then heading up to The University of British Columbia.” i finally respond.

“oh. that sounds cool!” he nods. “i was kinda selfishly hoping you’d be coming to UMich with me.”

what the fuck does that mean? does he like me? am i reading too much into that? oh my god.

“i thought about it.” i let out a weak chuckle before i tease- “but i don’t know if you could handle so much of me.”

Quinn lowers his sunglasses, letting it be known that his eyes are scanning my figure, and it’s then i remember that i’m wearing a bikini. suddenly feeling self conscious, i fold my arms in front of my chest, my towel pressing against my body.

“i think i could handle a lot more of you than you think.” a lazy smirk rests on his lips and i’m starting to need this swim more than ever.

that was an innuendo, right? that was definitely an innuendo?

i let out an awkward laugh in response.

“well, i’ll let you get back to your swim. i’ll catch you later.” he says, rising to his feet. “don’t be a stranger, y/n/n.”

i watch him walk away, back towards his house, as i contemplate his words.

i’ll catch you later.

i shake my head clear of thoughts and drop my towel on the ground before running into the body of water in front of me. i let the water tickle my skin before completely diving under. staying down for a few seconds, i imagine the lake water washing away all my wandering thoughts.

i was just reading into things. it’s what i do best. wanting him is enough for me, i don’t need him.

my morning swim did nothing for me in the long run. his words still play on a repeat inside my head.

i could handle a lot more of you than you think.

i’ll catch you later.

it’s currently eight o’clock in the evening and i’m leaving for a bonfire at the Hughes house. i walk out the door and cross my backyard and into the Hughes’, making straight for the blazing fire with guys circled around it. as well as Quinn arriving today, Jack had some of his friends from the USNTDP get here too, which makes me doubly outnumbered and entirely out of my territory.

“there she is! our queen!” i recognize the voice as Trevor Zegras, ever the funny guy, he and i met last summer when he came with Jack. the rest of the boys look up and watch me approach as Trevor makes a show of kneeling on the ground and bowing to me.

“get up loser.” i laugh, rolling my eyes and scanning the group. my sight is drawn to where Quinn sits quietly in an adirondack chair.

“i thought you liked me on my knees.” Trevor smirks at his own dirty joke and i lightly kick his shoulder with my foot, making him fall backwards and land on the ground with a thud. the rest of the guys cackle in laughter from both his joke and him falling, but with my sights still set on Quinn, i watch curiously as his jaw clenches and his hands turn into fists for a split second before he relaxes again.

what’s that about?

“i like men on their knees. you’re a boy.” my response earns more hysterics from the group, the guys taking the chance to rag on Trevor for his failed flirtations.

“one more year baby. you can wait for me, can’t you?” Trevor wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he sits back down into his chair, and i notice there aren’t any more chairs for me to sit in.

“sorry Z, i don’t do younger guys. or you. at any age.” he holds a hand to his heart, acting wounded by my words.

“my heart. it’s broken! how will i ever fill the empty space you’ve left?” he whines.

“i’m sure you’ll find some puck bunny to fill it. or more so, for you to fill.” he smirks at my response and shrugs his shoulders cockily.

“what can i say? ladies love me.” he replies before another guy pulls him into a conversation. with the attention off of me, i scan the chairs. i guess i could sit in Jack’s lap. it wouldn’t be the first time. i shrug and go to walk over to my best friend, but a hand on my wrist pulls me back. i look back to Quinn, his fingers spark on my skin.

“here, you can sit with me.” he pulls me towards him, patting his thighs with his free hand. i glance toward Jack but he’s not paying any attention, his focus lasered in on his friend Alex as he speaks wildly, his hands flying around in excitement. i look back over at Quinn, who waits patiently for me to sit.

when will i ever get this chance again?

i gingerly sit down on his lap, and my face heats up, turning scarlet as he releases my wrist in favor of winding his arm around my waist, his hand laying atop my thigh.

“so, you and Trevor, huh?” he questions lowly, his voice quiet enough that only i can hear. i let out a chuckle.

“definitely not. he’s just messing around.” my hand comes up to play with the silver necklace draped on my collar bone.

“good.” he replies. his cryptic response makes my brows furrow.

good? GOOD?! what does that even mean?!

“why? you jealous?” i tease. harmless banter such as this has always been innocent with me and the two older Hughes boys.

“and what if i was?” his words make my hand freeze in place. oh my god is he actually flirting with me or am i imagining it? “what would you do to reassure me that i don’t need to worry about him?”

his tone is low, voice laced with fascination. and in an effort to not ruin the moment, i blurt out the first thing that pops in my head.

“i think the real question is what would you do to me?” i can hear the seduction in my voice, the innuendo that just slipped past my lips, and regret is my immediate reaction. his eyes flicker between my own and my lips, but before i can apologize, he leans over, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear, and speaks once more.

“be careful of what you’re saying. i have a wild imagination and a pretty girl sitting on my dick, you might end up with a situation you might not be willing to take care of.” his breath fans across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“who says i wouldn’t be willing?” my words are barely audible past the rushing in my ears, but i know he heard them when he leans back with a smirk on his face and lust in his eyes.

**AUGUST 23RD, 2018**

it’s that night that we started whatever we’re doing now. that night that i spent twisted in his bedsheets, drunk on him. that night that he whispered dirty talk in my ear as he brought me over the edge of pleasure multiple times. that he spent an hour with his head delved between my thighs, and then another hour with our bodies flush against each other as he brought us both to release.

since then, we’ve repeated that night seven times. i guess i could describe our relationship as a ‘situationship’. we hide behind closed doors, never talking about our feelings, never letting others see the ways we touch. i never even know when that night will repeat. my only indication being when he calls to ask me to sneak in. we only have a week left before we part for another year, and logically i know i should bring up how i feel before this ends, but i can’t help but fear that they may be one sided. that this situation is just a convenience thing for him. so i keep my feelings buried in a lockbox, not to be let out any time soon.

my phone buzzes in my lap as i sit in my bay window, and i turn it over to check the text i received. my heart deflates a little when i see it isn’t Quinn, but instead his brother.

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From: Rowdy 💙

you still coming to the movies with me and the guys tonight? mom said Luke’s gotta come with us but don’t worry, he won’t ruin the night for us.

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To: Rowdy 💙

i’m sorry, i’m not feeling great. rain check?

also, be nice to Moosey! he just wants to spend time with his big brother!

—

From: Rowdy 💙

okay, hope you feel better! let me know if you need anything, i can make a stop at the store on my way back.

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Jack's response makes guilt settle in my stomach. how messed up is it of me to cancel plans with my best friend, in hopes that his older brother will call me for a hook up?

i'm horrible.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #nhl imagine #vancover canucks #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders #nhl fic

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randyortonofficial · 3 months ago

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title: you can't lie (when your eyes are talking for you) [ click here for ao3 version ] pairing: roman reigns/cody rhodes with past rolleigns and past candy word count: 5824 important tags: hurt/comfort, anal sex, blowjobs description: After Roman interferes in the main event, thus allowing Cody to retain his title, Cody has a lot of questions. When he arrives to his tour bus after the press conference, Roman is there to answer any questions he might have.

August 3rd, 2024

Cody’s eyes widen as Roman cages him against the wall. Big, tattooed arms pinning him at either sides and the heat of his massive body radiating against Cody’s, so much smaller in comparison.

Roman looks Cody up and down before allowing his gaze to flicker into Cody’s eyes. “I’ll meet you at your tour bus after the press conference,” he murmurs just inches away from his lips.

And just like that, he’s leaving as quick as he came.

Cody blinks a few times and watches Roman continue down the hall. He didn’t even have a chance to ask Roman what for, or try to protest, and at this point, Roman is disappearing down the other hall.

Even throughout the press conference, Cody’s mind still played the events of his match with Solo over and over. Not even events, plural, but rather one singular event in Roman returning just to save him.

That’s what Cody thought at first, but once the adrenaline of it all wore off, he knew it was just a coincidence he was saved. Roman was only trying to get one over on Solo and come after him for trying to drag his name through the mud ever since he left, but then if that was truly the case, why did Roman look at him the way he did before he turned to head to the back?

He had stared Cody down with those dark brown eyes and even winked at him. Are those the actions of a man who is solely serving his own needs?

Cody isn’t surprised to see Roman leaning against the entrance to his tour bus. Roman had told him he’d be there, after all, but he’s keeping his guard up. Ever since Cody won the Royal Rumble, he hasn’t fully trusted Roman, and that tryst they had was just that - a fun night solely to get off with no intentions of more. Roman’s hot and so is he.

It was a no brainer for them to fuck. Not anymore, however.

Cody hitches the title higher on his shoulder as he looks Roman over. “Have you been waiting long?”

Roman shakes his head. “Nah, just a few minutes.”

Cody nods and presses his lips together before looking over the area. He doesn’t want people to see them entering a tour bus together, just for the sake of him not wanting to hear rumors and the annoyance of having to disprove them. When you’re the champion, everyone is looking for a reason to take you down and Cody is being extra careful to stay vigilant.

Of course, if he really was being careful, he wouldn’t have easily walked into two Bloodline beatings in a row. Just blame it on the macho need to prove himself and show how strong he is.

“We’re good, man.” Roman nods his head to the door. “C’mon.”

“Making yourself at home already,” Cody mumbles loud enough for Roman to hear on the way to his bus.

“They’re all the same,” Roman tells him as he watches Cody open the door. “Figured you’d want things to speed along. I know you don’t wanna deal with me anymore than you have to.”

Cody frowns a little. “I wouldn’t say that,” he argues quietly. “You first, by the way.”

“Think I’m gonna stab you in the back?”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Roman huffs a chuckle and nods. “Smart. Alright.”

And Roman goes first then, Cody following close behind.

“It’s not that I don’t wanna deal with you, per say,” Cody begins as he locks the door behind him. “I just don’t know what we'd talk about.”

“Oh, I bet you do.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re wondering why I did what I did out there.” Roman smiles up at Cody as he easily plops down onto the couch of his bus, a muscular arm resting across the back. “I know you haven’t stopped thinking about it since it happened.”

A grin hangs at the corner of Cody’s lips. He raises his eyebrows in acknowledgement and sets his title on the table across before sitting next to Roman, though he puts a bit of space between them. “Maybe so,” he admits. “Like, I know why you did it, but for some reason, I feel like there’s more-”

“And why do you think I did it?”

“Why else? To get back at Solo for trying to take your place as the Tribal Chief. By the way,” Cody chuckles, “he absolutely fucking sucks. Like, big time.”

Roman chuckles. “Yeah, he really does, don’t he? Like a little boy trying to act like his daddy.”

Heat rises to Cody’s cheeks as he looks out the window blinds, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of his zipped hoodie. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “That’s uh, that’s an apt comparison.”

“But what makes you so confident I did it just for that?”

“That’s it though, I’m not so confident.”

“Then why else did you think I did it?”

“Because… because…” Cody takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh as he shrugs. “I don’t know, to save me? I know it sounds silly, but-”

“Does it?”

“Yeah, I fucking stole your title at the biggest stage of them all,” Cody scoffs and rolls his eyes before looking over to Roman. “Not just that, but the 40th anniversary of the biggest stage of them all, and it was a world record title reign. It’d take me a long time to get over that.”

“That’s what makes us different, bro. Wasn’t a thing to me at all.”

Cody raises his eyebrows. “It wasn’t a thing to you at all? Why do I doubt that?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I was - I was definitely all up in my head about it, but it wasn’t you I was that upset about. You proved yourself to me, Cody, you beat me. I was - I was mad at everyone else. Mad at myself for letting it happen, like, I was so close to beating you, man. I really was, I could’ve had it and then…” Roman blinks and bites at his lip before looking down to his lap. His hand curls into a fist and he twists and turns it before dropping it into his lap. “Fucking Seth,” he says quietly. “He just - he got to me. After all of this time,” he chuckles bitterly, “and he still got to me. He banked on the fact that I would ignore you and go after him and…” Roman sticks his tongue out before slowly letting it roll across his bottom lip, and Cody’s eyes follow the action before he quickly reminds himself what the vibe of the conversation is.

This isn’t the time for that, and that door is closed. It’s not, as he would say, apropos.

The silence hangs heavy between them but surprisingly, it’s not uncomfortable. Cody can only look at Roman and try to get a read on what he’s feeling. He wonders if anyone else has seen him like this, almost vulnerable and even admitting to his failures. The Roman that everyone else gets to see doesn’t admit to mistakes. Nothing he does is wrong and he’s always the victim. There’s still shades of it here when he says he was mad at everyone else, but then he goes on to say he’s mainly mad at himself.

Cody proved himself to Roman. Those were the words that came direct out of Roman’s mouth, and he doesn’t think Roman has ever said that about anyone.

“I loved him,” Roman breathes out. He still hasn’t looked up at Cody. “I… I would have done anything for him. God, I did everything for him - everything he asked, everything he wanted, everything I did, all of it, I did it for Seth. Always him, and I wanted to do that, because I loved him. And he…” He intakes a sharp breath and closes his eyes. “He was everything to me and we did everything together, we went to bed together a-and woke up together, traveled the world, rode together, made love together, all of that, and for what?” Roman scoffs and shakes his head as he opens his eyes. “So he could sell me out and go be Hunter’s fucking lap dog? And look where that got him!” he laughs. “Cause Hunter sold out his ass too! So he sold me out for fucking nothing and…” Roman blinks and looks up to Cody, who has nothing but sympathy playing out across his face.

Cody is frowning heavily, eyebrows furrowed in concern and blue eyes twinkling with the need to take all that pain away. It’s in his nature to want to make people feel better, even his greatest enemies. He has sympathy, sometimes too much of it, and his heart aches heavily to hear this confident man like Roman Reigns absolutely lose it over someone like Seth Rollins.

And he and Seth have made up. They’re friends now, and Seth has changed, but Cody knows all too well how complicated relationships can be.

Relationships bring out the best and worst in people. You’ll do and say things you never thought you would. The absolute depths of humanity on every side of the spectrum comes out in relationships, and every single one will change a person. Nobody leaves a relationship the same way they entered.

Roman presses his lips together and swallows heavily. His eyes dart around before he proceeds to look out the window blinds too. “Look, uh,” he clears his throat, “I let my need for revenge… take over. It felt fucking good in the moment though.” He whistles and shakes his head. “Felt like the best fucking thing in the world but after I lost the title and I was sitting all alone in my bus, I was thinking about shit, shit I didn’t even wanna think about and… I’ve been letting him run my life this whole time.” He shakes his head. “I’ve made everything about him without even knowing. And… there was a whole lot of shit I had to sit on, and I’m still sitting on it but I wouldn’t have got there without you.”

He looks back to Cody then but their eye contact isn’t long as Roman’s gaze dips to Cody’s lips. It’s only for a second, but Cody catches it, and that’s when the aura of the tour bus really begins to shift.

“I’m not asking for vulnerability here, Roman,” Cody tells him. “I’m just asking to be pounded into your bed. You don’t need to tell me your life story, don’t need to tell me all about the intricacies of what makes you who you are, don’t even need to keep talking to me afterwards. You can fuck me and we can go back down our own paths and act like this never happened.”

That was what Cody told Roman the last, and only, time they fucked, immediately after the Royal Rumble 2023 press conference, but maybe he should have pushed Roman into being vulnerable with him. Probably would have done Roman some good, because it seems like he has years of shit to unload. Has to be hell keeping all that inside all this time, and for what? Just to show everyone he's this confident manly man that doesn't have emotions or feelings? That no one can ever hurt him? That's an act that gets old fast, and it's not an act that's sustainable.

Cody swallows and quirks a weird grin before chuckling and shaking his head. “You - it wasn’t because of me. I mean - yeah, m-maybe I like, help inspired it-”

“You’re the only one that’s ever been real to me,” Roman tells him. “You’ve never lied to me. Everyone else has, they’ve always sucked up to me, but you didn’t.”

Cody’s upturned lips fall into a pressed line then. “Come on,” he almost whispers, “you can’t give me that much credit-”

“I wanted to save you tonight,” Roman admits to him with firm conviction. “You’re right, I did wanna put Solo in his place, but I wanted to save the one person that hadn’t done me dirty like everyone else did. I owed you that, especially after the shit I pulled on you.”

Cody snorts. “So you admit you were doing me dirty?”

“Wanted to keep my place at the top,” Roman tells him. “I was gonna do everything it took to stay there.”

“As someone who was aligned with Randy Orton for awhile,” Cody sighs and looks up at the ceiling as the memories pour through, “I understand that. Once you’re on top, you don’t wanna lose that place. It’s intoxicating to have that power of being number one, and I understand how that power gets to people, and how that power can…” Cody bites at his lip before looking down to his own lap. “Well, I get how that power can change someone. For the best, but… for the worst,” he sighs.

Randy hadn’t betrayed him quite the same way Seth did, In actuality, it was Cody, but that was after almost 2 years of verbal abuse and physical attacks. Their relationship was explosive, but with that came a lot of passion and what they had was the most intense experience of Cody’s life.

That said, he doesn’t want that again. He and Randy came a long way since then. They’ve seen each other at their best and worst and he’s glad they’re to a point they can actually count on each other.

Randy may turn on him one day. In fact, Cody is expecting it, but in the meantime, he’s trying to enjoy the friendship as much as he can.

“I don’t hold any hard feelings against you, Roman.” Cody looks back to Roman. “I never did. For me, it’s always just been business… except for the time it wasn’t.” He winks, knowing that Roman will understand.

The smirk that spreads across Roman’s lips definitely prove that.

“Yeah, uh… that was a fun time, wasn’t it?” Roman hums and lets his dark eyes go over Cody’s outfit, his tights and ring boots with a shirt and jacket. “You know something?”

“What’s that?”

“I guess you do owe me a little.”

Cody swipes his tongue across his lip before raising his eyebrows. “Oh, is that so?”

Roman stands up with a sigh. “Yeah, why don’t we uh, discuss it in your bedroom?”

As Cody unzips his jacket, he replies with, “yeah. Why don’t we?”

And after shedding the jacket off, he’s following Roman to the back of the bus where the bedroom is.

The moment that door is closed, Roman is pushing Cody up against it, hand gripping his shoulder and other gripping his chin, to smash his lips against his.

Considering how the last time went, Cody was expecting to be pushed down onto the bed so they could go at it quickly, but he has a sneaking suspicion that this is going to go a little bit different.

Maybe a lot a bit different. Who knows, but Cody certainly wants to find out.

Cody is instantly moaning at the strength of Roman’s mouth, and he’s clinging to Roman’s biceps for purchase. He’s always loved to be dominated, he did their first time and he does now. Roman’s fingers are digging into his chin, not painfully but definitely with applied pressure, and his tongue pilfers Cody’s mouth with a desperate yearning to explore and Cody just lets him. He lets Roman take whatever he wants because he wants to see how much of him Roman wants.

A soft breath exhales out of Roman’s nose to hit Cody’s upper lip before he lets go of his chin entirely to instead frame one side of his face. His thumb is brushing back and forth against Cody’s jawline as he tilts his head, pulling away just enough to bite at Cody’s lip and drag it out with his teeth before licking up his chin and back into his mouth, the obscenity of it causing Cody to moan out again and Roman is groaning out at the noise of approval.

The hand Roman has on Cody’s shoulder moves down over his chest, fingers curling the fabric tight between his fingers. Cody’s hands drag up those big biceps and up Roman’s neck to hold his face in his hands, and he’s sucking Roman’s lips with his before sliding his tongue along the bottom to savor his taste - so sweet, and he detects a hint of alcohol, just the faintness of beer - and after locking the taste in his mind, their lips meld once more.

Their kiss is strong and passionate, ignited by a burning flame that Cody hasn’t felt in a long, long time. To say Roman is an amazing kisser is an understatement, because he’s kissing Cody like he’s done it for years, but after hearing everything he’s spilled about Seth, it makes sense that he’s amazing. Roman is a man with a lot of passion, and he’s probably been holding that in for a long time. That passion was transferred to the protection of his belt but now he no longer has that and with nowhere else for the passion to go, it makes sense for it to spill out right now.

Thank fuck Cody is the willing recipient.

Their lips are slow to drag apart, neither of them wanting to end it but knowing they have to or it’s all they’re gonna do. They’re panting hotly against each other’s lips as they lid their eyes open to drink upon each other’s hungry gaze, the unspoken agreement shared between them that this is only the start to, what most likely, be a long night.

“You know what I didn’t get to do last time?” Cody murmurs against Roman’s lips. “That I really wanted to do?”

“What’s that?”

“I really wanted to get my mouth on you,” he admits in a low tone. “And just choke on you.”

“Shit,” Roman groans and brings his hand up to gently push down at Cody’s head. “Say less and get down there then.”

And Cody does, sinking onto his knees before the bigger man but not without stealing one more kiss. His hands run down Roman’s body along the way to his belt, which he’s quickly undoing and slipping through the loops to drop to the ground. The button is undone next, followed by the zipper, and then he’s grabbing his pants, along with his briefs, to pull them down enough for that thick cock to present itself right in front of his face.

Natural instincts from long ago take over as Cody whines before leaning forward to immediately lick all the way up Roman’s length to take him in all the way. He’s not wasting anytime sucking him off, eagerly moving down and up, his fingers gripping at the open flaps of Roman’s pants as he happily sucks away.

“Damn, baby,” Roman chuckles through a moan as he rests a hand on the back of Cody’s head. “You really fucking love this shit, huh?”

The moan Cody gives around his length is all the answer Roman needs, and the extra vibration causes him to moan out in pleasure.

“Fuck, your mouth is amazing,” he sighs and lulls his head back just to savor in the moment. A few moments later, he’s humming and dropping his head forward, eyes lidding open to watch Cody work his magic. “You look like you were made for this. So fucking pretty, you’re sucking me so damn good, baby…”

His pretty pink lips are stretched wide around him, cheeks hollowed out and eyelashes looking so heavy until Cody is opening his eyes to stare right up at Roman, with the brightest blue eyes he’s ever seen. It’s mesmerizing, honestly, such an innocent looking color on such a filthy man like him, but filthy in the best way, filthy in a way that Roman is currently benefiting from.

Cody pulls off to suckle at the head, letting his tongue trail all over it inside his mouth and dip into the slit before letting go to trail a stripe down Roman’s shaft. It licks all the way down and then he’s breathing him in deeply to inhale his manly musk, let it fill his senses before his lips rub back up. As he does so, he lets the spit build back up in his mouth and after mouthing his way back to the tip, his tongue rolls out for the spot to drop off onto Roman’s length.

“God, that’s so hot,” Roman breathes out.

Cody’s gaze flickers up to Roman with a moan before cutting the tether of spit with his tongue, and Roman is groaning as he harshly tugs Cody back by his hair.

“You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that,” he warns.

“Wouldn’t be so bad,” Cody tells him. “You don’t wanna make a mess over my pretty face? You don’t wanna cover me in you?”

Roman takes a deep breath and looks up to the ceiling in thought to mull over the image. Biting hard at his lip, he looks down to Cody and says, “don’t tempt me. Get your ass on that bed.”

With a grin, Cody tells him, “can do.”

It’s not without undressing first, though he goes slow so Roman has time to appreciate his body. He can feel Roman’s gaze burning with each inch of him that’s shown and even as he climbs onto the bed. He’s settling himself on his elbows and knees before looking back at Roman over his shoulder. “Like last time?”

Roman’s tongue pokes around the inside of his cheek as he continues to look Cody over. While the back of him is certainly nice, it’s something they’ve done before. He shakes his head and says, “nah. Roll onto your back.”

After Cody rolls onto his back, he sees Roman removing his boots, pants, and briefs, though the shirt stays on. He wants Roman to take it off, after all, Cody’s already seen him shirtless in the ring, but there has to be a reason Roman is keeping that on specifically, so Cody doesn’t say a word.

The bed dips with Roman’s weight as he stalks up towards Cody. Strong hands force Cody’s legs apart so Roman can get in between and Cody has to bite back the moan that wants to push past his lips at the sight of his massive body between his legs.

Like, yeah, he’s so much bigger now, but men like Roman always make him feel like that starry eyed twink all over again.

Roman’s voice breaks him out of his trance when he asks, “you keep lube anywhere in here?”

“Oh, um…” Cody looks over to his nightstand. “Should be a bottle in there.” As Roman reaches to grab it from within, Cody chuckles. “I didn' remember this last time.”

“Last time was different,” Roman tells him as he sets the lube down on top.

“How so?”

Roman rolls his lips back between his teeth while he settles himself on his stomach between Cody’s legs. “Just is.”

Cody would argue, but Roman’s skillful fucking tongue is lapping at his hole like a delicacy and it tears any thought out of Cody’s head as he whines out loud and throws his head back.

Roman’s wrapping his arms around Cody’s thighs, hands clutching tight at them as he opens Cody up - and properly this time, unlike the last. He’s really taking his time, sticking his tongue inside and moving it around all over where he can. He’s sucking at his hole, tracing the rim with his tongue and running it up the seam of his balls before spitting on his hole and sticking his tongue back inside.

Cody is trying hard to lay flat but it’s not working all that well. Nor is he keeping his noises in check, because he’s whining and keening and thrashing his body all over the place to the point Roman has to tighten his grip (because somehow, it could get tighter) to keep him firmly on the bed and fuck, is that so hot. Fuck, Roman is so strong and Cody doesn’t wanna fight back, doesn’t wanna overpower him, he wants to just lay here and let Roman do whatever he wants.

And now that he’s the undisputed champion, he kind of can.

Roman is adding a finger, after a point. And another, and another after that, and each one pulls a louder moan out of Cody each time. He’s still tonguing Cody open with all those fingers too, and he didn’t fucking do this before. He just ate Cody out then shoved himself inside and that was it, but this, this is…

Fuck, is he getting Roman at his best right now? And he thought their last tryst was great, but this is already better and Roman hasn’t even got his dick in him yet.

Oh shit, Roman hasn’t even got his dick in him yet, how the fuck is Cody going to react when that happens?

When Cody has been thoroughly opened up and broken down, Roman is sitting up between his knees with a rather triumphant grin. He knows he did well, and he knows he’s going to keep doing well too. Kind of reminds Cody of someone else in his life, but that door is closed forever. It was an agreement he and Randy made a few years ago, an agreement for the best.

Roman pops the cap of the lube to drizzle it along his length. He’s stroking his cock to fully apply it before easily pulling Cody forward by his thighs, lubed up cock bobbing down against Cody’s. “You think you can take me or-”

“Yes, fuck yes, I can take you, fucking give it to me already,” Cody whines out and doesn’t even care for how it sounds.

“You gonna keep up that begging for me when I get inside you, baby?”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck you want when you get inside me, so please.”

A hum rises from low in Roman’s throat as he uses an arm to push both of Cody’s legs back from behind his knees. “I got you, sweetheart. Stay real still and be a good boy for me.”

Good boy is all it takes to settle Cody once and for all. He relaxes totally and stares at Roman with a renewed softness in his eyes before his gaze dips to watch Roman line himself up. The head of Roman’s cock smacks against Cody’s hole a few times before he pushes inside.

And it’s slow when he pushes in, but he’s determined to give Cody every single inch and he feels it.

Cody’s eyes are fluttering shut in pure bliss as a long, drawn out moan slips past his lips to enter the warmly lit room. His head is rolling over to the side, hand coming up to grab tightly at the pillow and other hand dragging through the sheets to keep himself grounded with how many of his senses are lighting up.

It’s so much in the best way and he hasn’t had that kind of overwhelming sensation in awhile. Fuck, probably not since the last time they fucked.

“Theeere we go,” Roman shushes as he bottoms out inside. “Just like that, baby, doing so good. Look so good like this bent in half underneath me, and I’m gonna give it to you so good too, you just wait.”

“Don’t wanna,” Cody whimpers and opens his eyes just enough to send Roman a pleading look. “Please, Roman, give it to me, I can take it, I swear I can-”

“Oh, I know you can,” Roman chuckles and throws Cody’s legs over his shoulders so he can lean in real close. “Just relax and lemme take care of you tonight, alright?”

Cody’s eyes fall back shut as their lips meet again, much softer than the last. While their lips move against each other, Roman begins with slow thrust, but each one packs a punch. He pulls out slow, just to slam back in, and Cody is moaning into his mouth each time it happens. Cody feels it so deep, literally, as the inches drag along his tight, inner walls. Roman is really taking his time with him and ensuring Cody feels good, unlike the last time - fucking for the sake of it, to size each other up in a way that would benefit the both of them.

Their tongues swirl around each other before their lips meet again, still in that soft, but passionate manner. Cody’s hands come up to thread through Roman’s luxurious black locks, and Roman has his hands planted firmly on either side of Cody. His thrusts are steadily beginning to speed up and their kissing is becoming quicker, hell, sometimes they stop kissing just to chase each other’s lips, get each other desperate before allowing them to meet again, up until the point where Roman’s thrusts get so fast that Cody can’t even concentrate on kissing.

“Oh fuck me, you feel so good,” Cody moans out. “Fuck, give it all to me.”

“Yeah, you want more?” Roman asks with a grin as he tilts his head to kiss Cody’s ankle. “You gonna be a good boy and take everything I give you?”

“Even if it hurts, fuck yes, Roman, yes, I’ll be a good boy and take everything you give me.”

“Hey, you asked for it.”

Yup, Cody certainly did, and he is so glad for it when Roman does, indeed, give him exactly what he asked for.

It’s hot, fast, and intense. Nothing better than to get fucked stupid and not think of a damn thing beyond letting himself get wrecked. Cody’s had so much responsibility to uphold lately with being the top guy that it feels good to let someone else take the reins. He’s always enjoyed it even before he had the responsibilities, but now it’s like a need for someone else to take charge, a burning need that’s been increasingly harder to satiate.

Roman is grunting, breathing heavy as he pounds into Cody with every iota of strength he has. The bed is shaking, rocking against the wall and Cody’s mouth hangs open as he cries out with each thrust, moans becoming higher pitched, body writhing, and he’s practically sobbing with how good it feels, but Roman can barely contain himself either with the slew of curses he’s spouting off.

“Fucking - fuck, god damn, Cody, so fucking tight around me. You know I couldn’t stop thinking about this last time we did it? I hated it, hated thinking about it because I didn’t want to, I didn’t wanna like it, but you were good, you were amazing and you better keep fucking coming back for this dick, you understand?”

“Yes, Roman, I-I’ll keep coming back, keep letting you fuck me and use me, I promise,” he gasps. “Whatever you want, j-just keep fucking me good like this, keep making me feel good, please-”

Cody’s cut off when Roman kisses him again, but it doesn’t go for long. It’s a hard kiss that only lasts a few seconds before Roman pulls away with a loud groan, teeth gritting together as his thrusts begin to lose their rhythm. Cody’s legs drop from his shoulders and Roman wraps an arm tightly around them to keep them both pressed against his chest, other hand pressing down hard on the bed to anchor himself.

“Take it,” Roman breathes out. “Be a good boy and take my come, alright?”

Cody is so far gone that he doesn’t even realize it when he moans out, “yes, daddy, give it to me!”

That name, that fucking name is all it takes for Roman to finish inside him with a primal moan as he throws his head back with pleasure. The feeling of being pumped full with hot come sends bouts of pleasure through Cody’s body and he’s immediately slipping a hand down to quickly start jerking himself off, moans bubbling up his throat as his climax nears in and then it happens and he’s finishing all over himself with a loud cry as his body shakes, his extremities heating up as he pleasure crashes through him in constant, overwhelming waves.

And by the end of it, Cody is a shell of a man. He can’t stop whimpering because he can still feel the pleasure, long after it subsides, and his body is buzzing. His ears are ringing and he feels like he’s floating.

Maybe he really is floating. Maybe he’s floating off high into the clouds to the heavens above. Maybe he was fucked so good he died.

Okay, he isn’t dead, but fuck, this would have been a lovely way to go.

Roman lets out a shaky breath as he runs a hand back through his hair. He stares down at Cody, still whimpering, and his eyes continue down until he sees the mess on Cody’s stomach.

“Wait here,” Roman tells him.

Cody is groaning out in frustration as Roman pulls out, hand reaching down to feel at his ass in an attempt to replicate the full feeling. He knows it’s futile, but placebo and what have you.

Roman comes back momentarily with a wet, warm rag to help clean Cody’s abs. He even wipes his thighs before setting the rag aside on the nightstand with the lube. Afterwards, he sits up and looks back to his clothes, sans the shirt, lying on the floor.

He places his hands on his hips and bites at his lip. “I uh, guess I should probably head out-”

“No.”

Roman looks back at Cody’s protest and then looks down when he notices a hand clutching - weakly - at his wrist. He raises an eyebrow and looks up to Cody. “You want me to stay?” he asks.

Cody swallows heavily before letting out a gasp of air. “I mean - you don’t - you don’t have to like, stay for hours but if you wanna stick around for a bit, you can.”

“Nah, it’s cool.” Roman grins. “I can stay for a bit. Or… a lot a bit. Whatever you want.”

Cody manages a grin. “Yeah?”

Roman shrugs and climbs up to the headboard of the bed. “Yeah, I don’t got any place to be.” He rests an arm over his chest and then closes his eyes. “I’d rather be in bed with a pretty blonde than sleep by myself anyways.”

Cody’s grin grows wider as he looks over to Roman. He bites at his lip just so his happiness isn’t that obvious, and pulls himself up to properly lay his head on the pillow. “Yeah, I’d rather be in bed with a super hot, super strong Samoan than sleep by myself.”

Roman huffs a chuckle through his nose. “Looks like our desires are mutual.”

He’s right - and maybe a few other things could be mutual too.

#my fics #cody rhodes #roman reigns #rheigns #rhoman #idk the official ship name #ive heard rody but im not with that #really proud of this one #cody and roman are so easy to write

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Recipe for Family (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Recipe for Family (Rated G)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: None, except tooth-rotting fluff (I was in a mood guys)

Summary: Set Post-ST4. The year is 1990. Everyone has moved on since the events of Vol. 2 and living their lives, Steve more than others. He finally has everything he's ever wanted. Now it's Thanksgiving in Hawkins and he begins to realize more and more about what he's grateful for...and a lot of it has to do with you and the micro-clones you call your family.

“Are we sure that’s everything?”

“Potatoes, cranberry sauce, turkey’s in the oven…I think that’s everything, babe.” Steve’s eyes raked over the rows of platters which were currently littered across the kitchen island. This was one of the first times he could really remember seeing his parents’ kitchen full of this much life and chaos.

Actually, that was a lie.

The first time the Harrington family kitchen at this level of chaos was in the early days of your relationship, when you had first started dating. Steve had mentioned how much he had disliked the holiday season. What point was there to celebrating the holidays if you didn’t have people to share it with? This had evidently been a mistake to tell you, as on the morning of that Thanksgiving, you and Dustin were perched on his doorstep with an abundance of shopping bags and baked goods.

The three of you had spent most of the day together in the kitchen, crafting a holiday meal fit for the whole party. Well, if Steve was being honest, it was more so a duo rather than a trio effort. Dustin had thought it would be helpful to “monitor” your progress by shouting random encouragement from his spot at the island, a bag of chips at his side. Steve couldn’t complain though. It had been one of the best Thanksgivings of his life. He tried so hard to memorize every detail of the day, from the way you shared your grandmother’s secret sweet potato recipe to how many times a stray lock of hair would fall into your eyes.

Now here he was, five years later in the same situation. Except things were a little different now. Thanksgiving was still meant to be shared with his friends, but now everyone had all grown up. The kids he used to babysit were college students now, having just come home to Hawkins for the first time since August. He and Dustin still spoke every chance they had, the young genius being the reason Steve’s phone bill is so damn expensive nowadays. The kid just had to be smart enough to get into Columbia.

Another big change was that Steve now owned his parents’ home. After some protest, they moved out after giving their son the keys and lived in a retirement community just outside of Hawkins. They still don’t talk to him, but that’s okay. He finally came to terms with something truly important: they may have been family by blood, but they weren’t the family that mattered. No, because that was you. . .

. . .and your two daughters: Amelia and Emery.

One year after the chaos of Vecna and the great Hawkins earthquake of ‘86, during your two year anniversary, Steve had finally mustered up the courage to ask you the big question. Proposing seemed a lot easier when he first bought the ring. He planned the whole night: a movie, dinner by candlelight, he even wrote an entire speech. Yet in the heat of the moment, all words simply left him except for those four crucial ones.

He still can’t believe you said yes, not to mention that you gave him two little miracles at once. The twins were three years old now and looking more and more like you every day. However, you still swear that Em has the start of his famous hair and striking hazel eyes. There was nothing Steve loved more than coming home after every long shift to his girls. Every day, without fail, they put the biggest smile on his face as they clung to his leg and held on for dear life as he made exaggerated steps toward you to share a gentle kiss of hello.

“I still feel like we’re missing something,” you mused to yourself as you absentmindedly wiped flour off on your apron. You had been cooking for almost three days straight to make sure that there would be enough food for the stampede of guests arriving in the next few hours. “Did we get the rolls from that bakery Max likes? And the special butter for Will? I know certain dairy bothers his stomach.”

“Babe, relax.” Steve pressed a kiss to your flour-covered cheek. “We have everything. Don’t forget, Robin and Nance are bringing over the green-bean casserole. Jonathan and Will were in charge of the stuffing and Eddie’s bringing over the mulled cider with Argyle.”

“I better not see any weird pineapple covered sides or joints being passed around,” you said with a sigh. Steve watched as your nose scrunched up into that little wrinkle he loved so much. He wished he could lean forward and kiss it off your face entirely, but there were much more important matters at hand. You would certainly kick his ass if he fell behind schedule due to stealing some private time.

Instead, Steve turned his attention to his current challenge: baking the perfect pumpkin pie. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” he tried to soothe as he prepped the pie tin. “Everything is going to be okay. Just head upstairs and get ready. I’ll finish up what’s left.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, now go before I pick you up and drop you in that bedroom myself.”

You smirked. “Is that a threat, Mr. Harrington?”

“No,” he replied. “It’s a promise. Although I can’t promise I’ll be too willing to leave if I have to take you up there myself.” He picked up a nearby dish towel and playfully snapped it in your direction. “Now hurry up. Our guests of honor will be here soon.”

You shook your head with a ghost of a smile, making sure to press a kiss to his lips before you sauntered over to the stairs. Steve rolled his eyes and felt the corner of his own lips pull up into a smirk as you purposefully swayed your hips when taking the first stair.

As he rolled out the final pie crust on the calendar, Steve felt a squeeze around his right leg. Looking down, he caught sight of messy sun-kissed chocolate ringlets and big hazel eyes that shone as bright as stars. “Daddyyyyyy,” came the high-pitched and dramatic cry from his daughter. “When can you pway?”

Steve chuckled. “Soon baby, okay?” He reassured her with a warm smile. “Daddy has to finish making these pies. Why don’t you go and make a card for Uncle Dustin with Amy?” He gestured to the living room, where her lighter-haired sister was happily scribbling atop the paper on the coffee table, eyes glued to the television before her.

His mini-doppelganger gave a huff of indignation far too mature for any five-year-old girl. “But ‘wan play wiff you!”

“Soon, Em. I promise. Daddy just needs to finish the pies.”

Emery tilted her head and Steve had to fight the urge to push back a loose strand of her hair back with flour covered fingers. She appeared to be contemplating something, raising a tiny index finger to her lower lip in thought. The action reminded Steve of you and how you’d nervously play with or bite your lips when deep in thought. “Can I helps?”

A warmth blossomed in Steve’s heart and flooded his entire body. He felt the smile which toyed on his lips threaten to split his face in half. His daughter was asking to help him with something; he could teach her something. “Of course, sweetheart,” he mused. “Now let’s wash those hands before we put the crust in the tin, okay?”

One singing of “happy birthday” and cloud of flour later, Steve held Em’s tiny hands in his own as they pressed the pie dough into the tin together. She was standing on the step-stool the two of you decided to buy early on. It was a preparation purchase for when the girls were a bit older and you wanted to encourage them to do things themselves. The fact that his three-year-old– his very own daughter– was standing in front of him using the steps shocked Steve to the core. This little person was someone he helped to create. She was growing up a little more every single day and it amazed him that this could happen with someone so tiny.

He watched as she stuck her tongue out in concentration when stabbing the dough bottom with a fork. It was only meant to get the air pockets out of the crust, but to young Emery, it was a life or death mission. After they pre-baked the crust, Steve let Em mix up the bowl of pumpkin filling…and maybe be the unofficial taste tester. Someone had to make sure it passed inspection, right?

“WAIT!” Em screeched as Steve reached over her head to pick up the tin to put it in the oven once they finished scooping the filling. He smiled in confusion as she reached over to stick her finger in the filling and dragged it through.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Uncwe Will says a good artist always signs theiwe work!” Em answered proudly. She leaned back slightly once she was done, tiny index finger pointing to the squiggles now etched in the pie. “Emewy…and Daddy!”

Steve could have melted into a puddle right then and there if he could.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Nothing could have prepared Steve when he saw you come down the stairs a few hours later. While he had dressed up in a navy button down and slacks, you had somehow transformed into a work of art. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you moved from setting the table to adjusting the pigtails you put in Amy’s hair. God, how did he ever get so lucky?

When you finally caught his stare, you smiled and walked over in his direction. “Hey there, handsome,” you quipped. “What’s captured your attention?”

“You,” came the smooth reply. “Always you. Can’t believe I got so lucky."

“I think,” you started as you smoothed out the collar of his shirt, “that I’m the lucky one.”

Before he could say more, guests began arriving and the rest of the night sped by in a blur. The Harrington household was filled with the sounds of laughter and silverware tapping against plates. Eddie and Dustin caught up with Mike and Lucas, lamenting about the various adventures of their Dungeons and Dragons groups. They had planned to get the rest of Hellfire to complete some kind of oneshot over the break, but Steve lost the ability to understand what they were talking about somewhere around the introduction of the land of Frotsgaard.

You were catching up with Nancy and Robin, who had moved out to New York to focus on their education and careers. After graduation, Nancy started work as a cub reporter for the New York Times, whereas Robin decided to study theater and English at NYU. They had just gotten a small apartment near 8th Ave that they absolutely couldn’t wait to decorate. Robin was already talking about Christmas trees, much to Nancy’s chagrin.

Em was practically bursting at the seams to talk about her pumpkin pie that she had baked with Steve. She told everyone about her design and proudly showed off her signature to Will, who grinned and ruffled her hair. He called her a natural artist, which only made her squeal with happiness more. Amy took that as an opportunity to show off her latest drawing to Dustin, who promised to hang it up in his dorm as soon as he got back.

At one point in the evening, Steve reached over to tuck a stray hair behind your ear and kiss your temple. He brought his chair closer and wrapped an arm around your waist. As Robin continued to describe her latest class in a very animated fashion, he could feel you relax in his hold. He pressed another kiss against your skin, this time against the corner of your mouth. “I love you,” he whispered in your ear.

This was all he truly needed.

Growing up, the holidays may not have been anything special for Steve. He would have traded anything to have a kinder family, to have parents that cared. But with the family he has now? The love he found with you, the happiness he feels with your girls? He wouldn’t change that for the world. For once in his life, Steve spent Thanksgiving happy and actually thankful for those in his life.

And that’s all he could ever ask for.

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Author's Note: To my American readers, happy thanksgiving! I'm actually surprised I was able to draft and write this idea just in time for the holiday. In all, this took me about 3 hours to write and format. As you can tell, I am still head over heels for domestic Steve Harrington, especially dad!Steve. I had this idea and just knew it needed to be written down. I hope to write more dad!Steve in the future because his interactions with little Em are just precious.

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witchersmistress · 7 months ago

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Rescuing Ann

Hello my beautiful darlings! I've been slacking and letting Ann and August fight amongst themselves. But I got them to work together. I'm not 100% certain how I feel about this so don't be surprised if I

Trigger Warnings: blood, violence, assault, smart ass remarks, chasing, fighting, stolen movie quotes clearly labeled

Word count: 2K

August”s POV

The broken glass crunched under my feet as I walked back into the building. My phone started to vibrate, pulling it out of my pocket and I answered it quickly “ Yes?” “ Sir, we have confirmation that Julian is going to be attacked today, by a group of men called the De Santis brothers. My blood ran cold. Charles, Brandon and Levi. They were absolutely ruthless men, who played twisted games in order to compete with their father.

“Sir, are you still there?” my second in command, Jace asked me. Releasing the breath I was holding “ Yes I'm still here, get a team ready, I'm going after her.” disconnecting from the call, I left the party and climbed into the black sedan that was waiting for me. Shooting a text off to an old number that I prayed was still active, hoping I wasn't too late to save her.

Ann’s pov

His chilling threat still clung to my skin, “You will pay for making me look stupid” he was on his third glass of whiskey as the driver pulled into a long driveway. Taking in a deep breath as i observed the house, it looked warm and inviting but the man who lived here was anything but, i know i was expected to go home with him but i’ll be damned if that fool thinks that he will be able to touch me, i’ll die before i let that happen. Stepping out the car I followed Julian inside, the front door locking behind me and trapping me inside. “Second bedroom on the right, go upstairs now” he spat at me as he made his way towards his liquor cabinet. Taking off my heels I jogged up the stairs and into that bedroom shutting behind me. Leaning my head back I took in a few deep breaths before peeling myself off the door and out of this damn dress. Sliding my arms out of the straps, I began to tug the dress over my head. I'll be damned if I ask Julian to help me. Tossing the dress to the floor in a mess of cabernet tulle, I moved over to the full length mirror and stared at my reflection. My strappy lingerie clung to my curves, dark hair falling down my back, I looked and felt like a Goddess and the only man that I wanted worshiping at my altar was August. I wonder if I hold as much power over him as he does me. I let my glance linger for a few moments longer, before stripping out of those and climbing into a hot shower.

In comfy black pjs I was about to settle into bed for the evening when the door flung open to reveal Julian, standing my ground I waited for him to say something. “ You embarrassed me tonight, you know that, by letting the Walker hold on to you like a little lost puppy. It's pathetic really, but do you know how that made me look, that my wife-to-be is a wanton whore for an American CIA agent?!?!” he is practically foaming at the mouth. “I’d rather be his whore than your wife” Did i just quote the Titanic at him yes i did. I turned around to walk away from him, but he reached out and grabbed my still damp hair and pulled me back to him. Scream and clawing at the hand that held my hair, he spoke is a dark tone “ If you want to act like a whore that is how i am going to treat you do you understand me” the hand that was holding my hair lowered, i turned my head and bit him like a rabid dog “ You fucking bitch” he snarled as punched me in the gut and i stumbled back into the frame of the canopy bed, landing against it with a heavy and my head with a sickening crack. My vision was fuzzy for a few moments but I got my bearings and stood on shaky legs, ready to face him.

“ I could do this all day” I taunted him, yes I quoted Captain America, leave me alone. Wrapping a hand towel around the bite on his hand, he just smirked. “ You think you're funny?” I cocked my head “ I think I’m adorable” he sneered and lunged at me, skirting around him so he crashed into the bed, I tripped and landed on my ass, such a clumsy thing. This felt like a sick and twisted game of cat and mouse, but I'd be dead if this kitty cat caught me. Staggering into the hallway, I braced myself as Julian came charging out, and grabbed my waist. I whipped my head back crashing straight into his nose with a satisfying crunch and it began to gush like a fountain. With a sharp jab to his gut he stumbled back and towards the stairs, he grabbed my shirt and pulled me with him as we went down the stairs. Breathing hurt, moving hurt, everything fucking hurts. Shoving Julian off me, I struggled to my feet. When the patio doors burst open and three men dressed in black and came charging in with guns pointed. Julian sprung up from the floor and wrapped an arm around my throat “ Who the fuck are you?” he hissed at the men.

One of them laughed like an absolute lunatic. “ Wow I knew you were dumb but I didn't expect you to be that stupid. We are here for you dumbass” one of the other goonies moved at the speed of lightning and rushed at him. He threw me to the side to protect himself, stumbling on my feet. I bolted for the patio door when I was snatched by the third goon. “Easy poppet, we wouldn't want to hurt you know would we?” he sneered, his breath reeking of whiskey and cigarettes. I audibly gag as he continues to breathe on me as he secured my hands behind my back with zip ties.i could feel them biting into my skin, the big goon laughed as i attempted to rub my wrist together to relieve the pain “ What's wrong? Cant handle a little bondage?” he wiggled his eyebrows at me, disgusting pig. I spit in his face and he was pissed, he punched me in the stomach with full force, doubling over in pain he grabbed my head and slammed it off the counter. Fuck now i really was seeing stars, i could feel warm liquid pouring down my face “ Charles” one of the shadows snapped “ Leave her be, she has no part of this” i laughed out loud, i clearly was losing my mind as Charles pushed me into a chair “ Charles, you fucking name is Charles? Jesus, you must have been such a mama’s boy eh Charlie boy” i cackled and threw my head back with laughter. If I was going to die tonight might as well have the last laugh. Charles was seething “ You better watch your fucking mouth or i’ll make you sorry you ever opened it” he walked towards, his keeper and Julian. One day I am going to learn to shut my goddamn mouth but today is not the day.

Snorting loudly as my vision became blurry and my head began to spin. “ With an attitude like that, you must have to tie up all your girls to get attention. Even then you probably have a hard time satisfying them with that tic tac in your pants you call a penis. Oh sweet baby jesus, i did it, his control snapped “ Charles no” julians goon screamed as he spun around and came right for me, tackling me to the ground, my head met the ground with a snap and the chair broke under our combined weight as he reared back and clocked me in the face, spitting the blood at him, i smiled as my eyes crossed. Well I clearly was on death’s door as I heard more voices and I vaguely saw the blue eyes of my savior, August. He grabbed my face and talked to me. “Ann dont you dare, keep your eyes open. Look at me” he growled, I forced my eyes open for the last time. I smiled at him as blood dripped from my mouth “ Déjame ir” Let me go. Uttering my last goodbye as he drifted further and further away from my vision, his voice blending in with the white noise in my head, I closed my eyes for the last time.

Unknown POV

He called me and made me promise that she wouldn't get hurt. I was a fool to make a promise. I thought I could keep her safe. I raced back into the formal dining room but I was too late. Charles had her laid out flat on the floor and he was beating her. I whistled at my other guy who dropped Julian’s unconscious ass like a sack of potatoes and raced over to help me pull Charles off of her. “ Charles no, we need her alive” he was foaming at the mouth and he was struggling to get out of our hold. He was so desperate to get to her, to finish what we started as she was on her side choking on blood. Charles grunted and went limp in our arms, I looked over my shoulder and saw him. The person who begged me to protect her, someone I was equal parts terrified and proud to call my brother, August Walker. He ran to her and tried to get her to stay awake, but as she slipped away into the night, he looked back at me, his eyes full of murder. I may have been his brother but I was most certain that I wasn't going to survive the night.

August’s pov

pushing passed Levi and Brandon, knowing I'd deal with them later, I scooped you into my arms and took off.

*a few hours later*

Pretty sure I've worn a groove into the floor waiting to hear from the surgeon. They rushed you into immediate surgery upon our arrival and that was several hours ago. Sitting down, I hung my head. Already tormenting myself if you didn't make it. “Hey” a voice started me, looking up to see Levi holding out a cup of coffee to me. I smiled softly and took it from him. He sat besides, bouncing his leg impatiently. “August,” he began but I cut him off. “Don't,” I said, “ I will deal with him accordingly.” He nodded as he looked down at his cup of coffee.

“Mr. Walker?” A petite nurse called. Standing up I walked over to her. “ They just finished up the surgery, if you would follow me” I glanced back at Levi and he nodded as I walked with the nurse. She pointed to your room, and I thanked her. I expected to walk in and see you awake and talking but you weren't. You were still hooked up to machines. A tube was breathing for you. I wanted to scream, I wanted to rage. The surgeon rambled on about what they did and your prospective recovery. Walking over and grabbing your hand. Your hand was warm in mine, I squeezed it but there was no response. “ How long until she wakes up?” I asked him as I watched that machine breathe for you.

Clearing his throat “ I’m sorry Mr. Walker” he started i stared daggers at him waiting for him to continue “ She went through a long surgery and we almost lost her. Her brain has severely swollen so we placed her in a medically induced coma to help heal her brain '' I don't know if there was a disconnect in my brain but I wasn't clearly understanding. Levi stood in the doorway with a heavy sigh he just looked at you “ In plain terms Doc” he muttered and the dr turned towards him and nodded “ Mr. Walker, i'm not sure if she will ever wake up” my knees buckled from the weight, she may never wake up..

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maccreadysbaby · 9 months ago

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

yikes you guys… things are happening

part nineteen

❝ TAKING THE LEAD ❞

MONDAY — AUGUST 10 — 8:51AM

GRAY STORM-CLOUDS GRACED ALL OF GOTHAM WITH THEIR PRESENCE, SPITTING SMALL SPATS OF RAINDROPS ON THE UNSUSPECTING STUDENTS OF GOTHAM ACADEMY.

Bentley was squeezing through the doors of the Academy with Duke nearby, his uniform peppered with little polka-dot raindrops. Damian wasn’t with them, but had instead opted for practically sprinting inside just to avoid their conversation. Bentley would usually say he wished he was happier, but he kept reminding himself that he wasn’t supposed to care about that anymore — he cared about winning.

He’d been trying his best to look at everything through the Puppeteer lens. Seeing his family members for what he could use them for instead of who they were, what information he could weasel out of them if he played his cards right. How he could use them to catapult himself forward, how he could win the race by feeding off of their speed.

He’d been doing okay, so far — separating himself and his emotions from the interactions he had. It was something he hadn’t been able to do the first time around because he was so overwhelmed by the way the Waynes made him feel. Like an actual person instead of a tool or punching bag. He’d spoken to Dick a lot, sliding on a mask that made him look normal, pretending to be normal — and Dick hadn’t suspected a thing. Bruce either, though he hadn’t spoken to him all that much. Mostly because he had a knack for seeing right through Bentley, and he didn’t want to chance it.

He didn’t really want to chance it with Tim, either, he was way too smart. Or Jason. He was the one who was suspicious of Bentley first, back when he was working for his father. Or Damian… he’d probably kill him.

So, really, Dick was the only one it had worked on so far. But that was a start!

Right now, though, on a rainy Monday morning at eight-forty-five, he needed to focus on the part of the plan at hand; School. Asten. Dr. Keene’s Brazilian interrogation.

“Have a good day, Bentley,” Duke called with a small wave as he split off in the opposite direction, his dark eyes shining under the hall lights. Bentley merely smiled in return, waving back.

He squeezed and pushed through students that were all dressed just like him, blazers and ties and dress bottoms galore, up the left stairs and down the left hallway. The light in the building was a bit dimmer from the rain, and it was colder, too, with the temperature drop outside.

“‘Sup, ginger,” Asten floated out of one of the bathrooms near Dr. Keene’s at the same time Bentley passed it, ruffling his red hair and messing it all up. His uniform was neat, if not rained on, and his blue hair had been tamed into the same weird fringe he always wore it in. Nico trailed out behind him like a puppy, staring at the hardwood beneath their feet. He looked… dull. Like a Dick Grayson who’d lost his shimmer.

“Hey,” Bentley replied. Asten settled to his right, resting an elbow on the each of his small friends’ shoulders as they walked down the hallway. “Hey, Nico.” Bentley continued.

“Hey,” Came his muted response. He’d been quieter ever since the Secret Keeper attack and other-dimension incident, and Bentley felt bad for him. Granted, Asten and Nico were the only two Bentley was allowing himself to feel anything for anymore. He felt bad for a lot, actually, and sad and angry and a whole slew of other things he kept locked up behind the patented Puppeteer door. Nico smiled at him, tense and fake, and Bentley frowned.

“Todryk, twelve o’clock,” Asten suddenly muttered. Bentley looked straight ahead, and sure enough, Jesse Todryk with his dumb looking perm and girly earrings was standing in the middle of the hallway chatting with his friends. He seemed to have recovered fine from Asten’s book assault, all but the giant purplish bruise on his right temple that ventured down toward his eye. Nico seemed to shiver where he stood.

“What do we do?” The blonde whispered, bringing his arms up around himself like it would hide him from the bully’s vision. “I don’t want him to see us. He’ll go ham after what you did to him.”

Bentley cringed. He hadn’t been around Jesse all that much, but he’d heard and experienced enough that beating them up as retaliation sounded very, very likely.

Asten shoved his hands in his pants pockets, green eyes settling on Todryk and the couple of boys around him. “Just keep walking like a normal person. Maybe they won’t see us.”

“Your hair is blue!” Nico shot back, throwing his hands up. “Of course he’ll see us!”

Bentley stayed quiet, his eyes trained on the face of Jesse Todryk. He looked… Bentley wasn’t sure. Distressed? Upset? His features were all scrunched up and he was moving his hands around a lot, and by the looks of it, he may have even been crying sometime in the distant past. It was… weird.

When his father got upset, that just made the beatings worse, even if it wasn’t Bentley’s fault. Was Jesse the same way? He glanced around the hallway. Dr. Keene’s room was only a mere ten feet past Jesse and his group. They were almost there, almost home-free.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t, maybe just a little bit want to hold on to something — like Asten’s jacket, like he had in the car — but the Puppeteer wouldn’t do that. The Puppeteer wasn’t scared of Jesse Todryk. That would be pathetic.

But Bentley was.

He cringed. He was back to living a double life, and he could already tell it was going to be just as exhausting as the first time. When did he need to turn it on and off? He needed to be the Puppeteer at home, but Asten and Nico knew the plan, so maybe he could just be Bentley at school?

He was so busy thinking about all of that that he didn’t even realize it when they walked straight past Jesse and turned into Dr. Keene’s with no issues.

“What the heck?” Nico whispered, glancing between his two friends as they walked into the room. Bentley looked over at him, taking in his shocked features. “He looked at us and didn’t do anything.”

“Maybe I finally knocked some sense into him,” Asten commented as they took the their seats. The room was dull, thanks to the storm clouds outside, and Dr. Keene wasn’t in there yet. The chalk board had a big drawing of the sky on it.

His mind quickly reverted back to the bully in the hallway. What could make Jesse Todryk upset like that?

Bentley hung his backpack on the back of his chair and pulled out his binder, sitting quietly, glancing at the other students around the room. Everyone seemed to be whispering a lot more than normal today.

“Oh my God,” Asten suddenly started, glancing up from his phone, his green irises met Bentley’s before they traveled over to Nico’s. “Jesse’s sister went missing yesterday.”

“Mandy Todryk?” Nico gasped, leaning so far over his desk he was practically folded in half. “No way!”

Bentley blinked. He hadn’t even thought about Jesse having siblings. Or feelings.

“Yes way!” Asten replied, glancing between them and his phone. He was typing rapidly, kind of like he was texting someone.

Nico leaned over toward Bentley. “She’s like, the most popular cheerleader in the school. Everyone’s probably freaking out,” He explained, looking back over at Asten. “How do you know?”

“I asked Tyler,” Asten replied, sliding his phone across the table for Nico and Bentley to read. The contact name said Tyler Todryk, and the messeges were short. Asten’s said: Everything good? Jesse is acting weird. And Tyler’s reply was: Mandy went missing yesterday.

Bentley guessed, since Tyler’s last name was Todryk, too, that it was Jesse’s brother. How many siblings did he have? And why did Asten talk to one of them?

“He tutored me when I moved here — he’s a senior this year,” Asten said, because apparently Bentley’s confusion had been openly displayed on his face. The bell rang, marking the start of their nine-in-the-morning-class, but the trio didn’t really hear it.

“I bet they miss her,” Nico started, glancing down at his binder. Some strange emotion flicked across his face. “I… can’t imagine being separated from your family like that.”

Bentley had a sneaking suspicion that, by the way Nico’s gaze fell, he could imagine it. (Probably more so, because Mandy Todryk wasn’t in another universe.)

Asten snickered despite the grim mood that had overtaken their table, brushing a hand through his blue hair. “Yeah, I’m sure they miss her, and so does every male athlete in the school. I bet she never spent a single night by herse- ow!”

Bentley flinched when when Nico’s pencil hit Asten square in the face, bouncing off onto his desk. “Don’t talk about her like that, she’s missing.” He grumbled.

“But it’s true,” Asten shot back, grabbing the pencil and tossing it back. It clacked on Nico’s desk and rolled into his lap. “Everyone knows she couldn’t keep her-“ Bentley flinched, again, when the pencil hit Asten in the forehead. “-Ow! Stop it!”

“That’s a rumor, and it’s rude,” Nico muttered, glaring as Asten tossed the pencil back.

A rumor. A lie that changes the way people think about something. A lie that spreads like wildfire and taints everyone and everything until no one knows the truth anymore.

A rumor might be useful in slowing Bruce down.

Asten rolled his eyes, glancing down at his phone and rubbing his forehead with one hand. “Tyler said she never came home from tutoring.” He continued.

“Who was she tutoring on a Sunday?” Nico questioned. He sat up farther in his seat, like he was trying to look at Asten’s phone.

“Dunno,”

“Ask!”

“I’m not just going to keep asking him about his missing sister! That’s, like, torture,” Asten replied, and Nico huffed.

Bentley said nothing, gazing out the window as Asten and Nico bickered quietly. Dr. Keene’s windows faced right off the front of the building, so he could see the puddle-littered drop-off line and parking lot Bruce had parked in on the first day. There were only two cars sitting in it now, two cars that made Bentley do a double take.

“Guys, look,” He ordered, pointing out the window. Nico and Asten both silenced and turned on a dime, following his finger with their eyes.

A tense silence passed as all three boys stared at the police cruisers outside.

“What’re they doing here?” Asten wondered aloud, glancing around the room quickly. Bentley could already see Nico attempting to shrink away into nothing.

“We’re so going to get arrested!” He half-squeaked, sinking down in his chair as if it would keep the police from seeing him.

Both Asten and Bentley blinked at him, blankly.

“Nico Rockefeller, what have you ever done in your short goodie-two-shoe life that would have the police hunting you down at school?”

Bentley picked up on the way Nico averted his gaze when Asten said Rockefeller.

“I… I don’t know!” He spluttered, cringing, like not knowing what crimes he’d committed (spoiler alert, there weren’t any.) made it all the worse. His blue eyes flicked around the room warily. “Where’s Dr. Keene?!”

Bentley glanced around their classroom. Their teacher’s desk was, indeed, empty, and the man was nowhere to be seen even though the bell had already rang. Dr. Keene had never been late for class before. Bentley wondered if teachers got in trouble for it, too. Maybe he was getting a late note.

Asten, too, glanced around. “Dr. Keene won’t be able to save you if the police are hunting you down, which they’re not.”

“How do you know?”

Asten shook his head and rolled his eyes in tandem, looking back down at his phone. Nico’s eyes flicked between him and Bentley.

“How do you know?” He pressed.

Bentley tapped his fingertips on his desk. Asten’s eyes met his, and he rolled them with a sigh. “You’re not getting arrested, Nico.”

Bentley stayed quiet. Batman worked with the police, which meant if the police figured anything out, Batman would know it, too. And Bentley would not.

“We have to beat the superheroes and the police if we want to get the Secret Keeper first.” He said, changing the subject entirely. Asten, though, took it in his stride. He didn’t even look up when he replied:

“They probably already know a ton. I don’t know a good way to throw them off,”

They don’t know anything, Bentley nearly said, but then he realized he shouldn’t know that. So he tapped his fingers on his desk instead, breathing in deeply. “I do.”

Both Asten and Nico glanced up at him, the former narrowing his eyes slightly.

“How?” They asked in unison, glaring at each other afterwards.

“Rumors,” Bentley replied, folding his arms on his desk. “We throw them off the Secret Keeper’s trail by leading them the wrong way.”

Asten got a smirk on his face, his green eyes glimmering under the fluorescent lights. “Thats insane, and brilliant.”

“And illegal,” Nico butted in, glancing between the pair with wide, blue eyes, his expression edging on absolutely appalled. He threw a hand out to the side. “We’ll go to prison for the rest of our lives if we prank call the police.”

“If we don’t, they’ll get to her first,” Asten muttered.

Nico stared at him like he’d just kicked a puppy. “This is their job, not ours! Let them get to her first!”

“No!” Bentley and Asten whisper-yelled in tandem. For a quiet moment, all three boys just looked at one another — Nico, terrified, Asten, determined, and Bentley, desperate.

This was his one chance to prove he belonged in Wayne Manor. His onechance to prove to Damian that he wasn’t just there thanks to pity, that he could bring something to the table all by himself like everyone else had. That he deserved to be loved by them. That he deserved to be loved at all.

“Why? Why can’t you just run when somethings scary? You always have to go after it and get yourself in trouble and now you’re dragging him into it!” Nico muttered, urgently but soft. It was directed at Asten, and he flicked a hand toward Bentley, who was being, quote-on-quote, dragged into it.

“I’m not!” Bentley argued, crossing his arms lightly. “I have my own reason to do this.” Don’t undermine me fighting for my family was more of what he meant, but of course, he couldn’t say that.

“Is it because you’re insane? Because right now, that’s exactly what both of you are,” Nico shot back, crossing his arms and mirroring Bentley’s position. “You’re not police, you’re not superheroes, you’re kids. Kids that’re going to end up getting in trouble or hurt or killed.”

“No one said you have to do it with us,” Asten said simply, crossing his arms, too, so that they were all three in the same position. “It’s fine if you’re too scared.”

“I’m… I’m not!” Nico spluttered again, throwing his hands out and then reeling them back in. “I just… why… why do this when we already have police and superheroes? It makes no sense.”

That grim storm was swirling in the back of Asten’s eyes again. “Revenge.”

Nico huffed. “Revenge isn’t always the answer, y’know. Fighting someone after they fight you is just going to get you more fought.”

Asten placed his hands on the desk with a thwack, rising from his chair and grabbing his bag. “Not if I kill them.”

And then he walked off.

“Where are you going?” Nico called over his shoulder as Asten moved toward the door.

“It’s been ten minutes and Dr. Keene isn’t here. We can legally leave,” Was his response, before he disappeared into the hall.

“That’s a myth,” Nico’s voice floated out the door behind him.

Bentley and Nico sat in silence. He felt kind of bad — Nico was already dealing with a truth bomb being dropped on his head, and now, he was being peer pressured into doing something that scared him.

“Are you really going to lie to the police? Just to try and fight a supervillain that can kill you?” Nico questioned, turning and glancing over at Bentley with his big, puppy-like eyes.

Bentley breathed in and out. He was doing it for his family. For himself.

“It’s really okay if you don’t want to help,” He said reassuringly, genuinely, his brown eyes meeting Nico’s blue ones. “But yes. I want to.”

Nico sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair and resting his forehead on his desk. “I swear, one day, Asten’s going to get me killed.”

Bentley said nothing. Doubts swirled around in his head, things like was it really worth it? Was the risk worth belonging?

It always came back to a yes.

“But I suppose… if you two are going to be running around doing illegal things… you’ll need someone to keep you from dying. And I seem to be the only one bothered to care about that part,” Nico sighed, sitting up again.

Bentley nodded slightly.

“Asten, he’s all reckless-bad-kid with zero self preservation, and he’s been that way since I met him. Heck, the first time I saw him was because he broke into my house,” Nico explained, flicking his hand, and Bentley blinked. That was not how he expected their best-friend story to begin. “He’s going to get hurt or arrested or killed one day. For real. And I’m afraid we’re all going to go down with him.”

Bentley kept tapping his fingertips on his desk. “Better than him going down alone.”

Nico said nothing to that, staring out the window at the police cruisers in the parking lot.

And then Asten ran back in.

Like, actually ran, slamming himself in his desk with a wham, not even wasting time putting his bag down before he whispered: “You guys.” With a look so urgent on his face Bentley sat up a little straighter.

“What?!” Nico questioned, glancing behind him as though there would be a cop waiting.

“Dr. Keene’s getting interrogated by the police,” He whispered. Bentley exhaled sharply. “They’re in an empty classroom two doors down — I saw them.”

Bentley and Nico shared a knowing glance, and Asten’s phone dinged. They watched as he pulled it out and stared at the screen like there was a dead body on it.

“What is it?” Nico pushed. Asten dropped his phone down on the desk so they could see it.

In the text thread with Tyler Todryk, Asten’s last message was: who was she tutoring?

Nico squeaked when he read Tyler’s response, and Bentley took a deep breath, eyes flicking up to Asten, who was staring at them blankly.

She wasn’t tutoring anyone, she was being tutored by Dr. Keene. At the Areopagus.

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bradshawssugarbaby · 10 months ago

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— put my name at the top of your list with August walker pls ❤️

anything for my favourite little mustache sporting criminal (i can fix him) ❤

warnings: mentions of alcohol, August being a manwhore, mentions of hookups

"I'm not talking to him."

"Why? He's hot, he seems like he'd be down for one night of fun."

"Oh no, I'm not falling into that trap."

You shook your head as you sipped your cocktail, the fruity beverage coating your lip as you took a drink. You sighed at your friend's relentless efforts to help you move on from your ex. You knew she meant well, but, you just weren't looking to be disappointed again. However, the tall, dark and handsome stranger that caught your eye at the bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks could be just the right kind of disappointment for you.

He raised the highball glass to his lips, taking a sip of the amber liquid as it sloshed around the ice cubes in his glass. He emptied its contents and set the glass down on the bar before raising his hand, gesturing to the bartender to order another one. You noticed his piercing blue stare as his eyes drifted across the room. His smart dress shirt and dark-washed jeans were tight and fitted just right, hugging the curves of his biceps tightly, the denim pants pulled taut against his ass, threatening to split wide open if he were to do any sudden, exaggerated leg movements.

"If you don't go talk to him, I might," your friend urged, grinning as she pressed her straw to her lips, locking her gaze on the handsome stranger as she seductively sipped her drink, trying to get a reaction out of him.

The stranger gave a hint of a smirk before turning away to look elsewhere. Admittedly, even from where you stood, you could tell he was at least a decade older than you. At nearly 30, you weren't really put off by the idea of dating someone older - it intrigued you, actually, but part of you still had a sense of taboo to it, dating someone who was at least 40 seemed forbidden in a way, and yet, the more you thought about it, half-heartedly listening to your friend ramble on about how attractive the man was, the more you wanted it. You finished the remnants of your drink, setting the glass down on the table. You took a deep breath and strutted up to the bar, nodding your head confidently as you slid your way in alongside him at the bartop.

He turned to face you, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as he watched you lean up against the counter. A devilish smirk appeared on his lips, his blue eyes taking in every inch of you, his tongue flicking out ever so slightly against his bottom lip. You tossed your hair back over your shoulder, pretending not to notice him as you ordered yourself another drink. When the bartender returned, you reached to pay for the drink before being cut off by the stranger's outstretched arm, his large hand making the little black credit card look like it was meant for a doll.

"It's on me," he husked, nodding his head.

"Thanks."

A polite, innocent smile crept onto your face as you looked at him. He outstretched his hand again, this time extended towards you, offering for a handshake. You slipped your hand into his, biting your lip as his hand enveloped yours. He introduced himself, and you exchanged pleasantries. You could tell August wasn't much of a flirt, but, he was a conversationalist, which was something you could work with.

"You probably have a long list of women dying to sleep with you, don't you?" You teased, smirking from behind the glass you held to your lips as you sipped your drink.

"Long and distinguished. But the list of women I'd actually sleep with is much shorter."

"Is that so?"

"It's maybe five names. Four are celebrities."

"Who's the fifth?"

"I'm looking at her."

"Well," you bit your lip seductively, raising an eyebrow in disbelief at his forward approach, "Put my name at the top of your list."

#august walker #august walker x you #august walker x reader #henry cavill characters

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whump-and-other-misfortunes · 10 months ago

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Bambi and the King Pt 2

Pt 1

cw fantasy whump, captivity, nonhuman whumpee, defiant whumpee, royalty, bargaining

Cassian was surprised to find the nymph sitting in a chair in the study where he was being kept. He waited patiently, fixing Cassian with an icy stare as he entered the room.

“I won’t lie,” the king said, “I didn’t expect you to calm down so quickly. You seemed quite...vicious when we last spoke.”

August held up his wrists, still locked in the gold chains, and glared at him pointedly. “Not much I can do with these on. Figured there might be a smarter way to go about this than my original plan.”

“Which was?”

“To kill you first, and then try to get these off,” August replied, flashing him a charming smile. “But I realized escaping your guards might prove difficult.”

Cassian laughed, amused by how feisty the little creature was. “Smart choice, Bambi. It’d be a shame if they had to cut off that pretty head of yours.”

August crossed one long leg over the other, looking unbothered. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we, Cassian? What do you want from me?”

“That’s King Cassian, if you don’t mind,” he corrected, sauntering forward until he was standing right in front of the nymph’s chair. “Or you may call me Your Majesty, or Your Highness.”

“Do you expect me to grovel, too, Cassian?” August demanded. “You are not my king. If you recall, that’s the whole reason we’re here. So, let me ask you again—what do you want from me? Why did you not simply have me imprisoned?”

“You want to know the truth?” Cassian asked. He was slightly unnerved by the nymph’s change in demeanor—surely, he had something up his sleeve. But Cassian had never been the type to play it safe. “I’m intrigued. It's not every day a pretty thing like you is brought to my court. And I'm still quite curious as to why you were trespassing in my kingdom.”

Those big doe eyes stared up at him, seeming to consider how much August could dare to trust him. “If I tell you...would you consider helping me?”

“What would I get out of it?” Cassian drawled, raising an eyebrow in question.

August stood from the chair, delicate and graceful as a fawn. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but you seem rather bored, Your Majesty. Like you’ve been itching for something to interrupt the monotony of your royal duties. Come on a little adventure with me, and pretend like you don’t have a silver spoon waiting for you back at the palace.”

Cassian reached up and ran his fingers through soft auburn hair, ignoring the way August tensed at his touch. “And in exchange, I give you your freedom?”

“Exactly.”

A grin tugged at Cassian’s lips. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Bambi.”

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tysm everyone for the positive response to pt 1! i'm really excited to continue this

pt 3

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batsybaz · 3 months ago

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@floreanfortescuetruther @ravenwordss

Oneshot/character study of our delightful pair Autumnflower, featuring August as a Squib. I frantically scribbled this down so please be nice!

Sundae Afternoon at the Parlour

Contrary to its usual bustle of activity, today’s atmosphere inside Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour is one of quiet concentration.

The checkered floors gleam from this morning’s meticulous scrubbing, the numerous colourful tables are conspicuously empty, and the only activity behind the counter is Florean frantically stirring a batch of ice cream with a comically oversized whisk.

August has nestled himself inside one of the many alcoves, bent studiously over the countless books spread out before him and distractedly spooning his third strawberry sundae into his mouth.

This is a common sight at the popular Diagon destination: Florean darting around behind the counter and his boyfriend quietly keeping him company whilst completely immersed in papers detailing the world’s newest magical discoveries.

On days where an unexpected summer frost hasn’t rendered the parlour practically empty, August is popular with young Hogwarts students, who will run over in droves and gleefully interrogate him for some lesser-known charms within their limited abilities (Florean’s favourite is when a couple of giggling first-years learned that a Lumos with a particular inflection could cause miniature fireworks to erupt from their parents’ nostrils).

Florean flips the parlour’s colourful sign to ‘Closed’ with a sigh. Whilst not technically in charge of such decisions as closing shop early -he currently only works in his family’s business during summertime- he can pretty much run the parlour independently by now, and his parents are more than eager to hand over such responsibilities.

He bounds towards his boyfriend with an unusual amount of energy, feeling slightly stir-crazy from the lack of customers today and from the many consecutive hours of focused experimenting as a result. Sliding to a halt in front of August’s table, he bounces a little on his toes as he prepares a magical question of his own.

“Hey August, how would I continuously whip ice cream without the magic warming it up?”

August looks upwards, multi-coloured eyes making his slow blinks look a little uneven and adding an ethereal quality to his gaze. A tiny smirk pulls at his lips. “‘Frigidus mōbus circulus perpetuus’, Flo. With an anti-clockwise wand motion, but flick it upwards at ‘mōbus’.”

Florean runs back to the counter, waves his wand around for a few minutes, and returns triumphantly.

“Thank you!” He looks at August in wonder, never missing a chance to gush about his boyfriend. “You’re so smart. How do you know so much about magic? You come up with something new and perfect every time.”

August giggles sweetly, and Florean barely represses a swoon at the melodious sound. He hurriedly sits down to prevent his traitorous knees from buckling as his boyfriend continues.

“Because I actually study instead of spending class dreaming up new ice cream flavours. And this one isn’t exactly new, I taught you a variation last week!” Florean flushes, sheepishly envisaging the countless tubs of manually whipped ice cream piled in the freezer that consumed far more hours than he cares to admit.

He diverts his attention to studying his boyfriend adoringly, foregoing all sense of dignity and subtlety to openly trace the dark eyebrows that contrast so beautifully with his honey blonde hair.

The sunlight streaming through the stained glass ice cream cones decorating the windows casts prisms of light over them, painting the blonde strands a myriad of glowing colours. Florean tangles a gentle hand in them, enthralled as the silky locks slip through his fingers and settle around August’s jawline.

Despite recently discussing permission for these casual touches August’s cheeks still flood with colour.

“Flo…May I ask you something?” There’s a slight waver to his question, hesitance peeking through his characteristically Veela-like composure.

“Always.” Florean’s voice softens in response, automatically adopting the low, resonant quality that seems to make so many aching souls gravitate towards him. August doesn’t sound like he’s aching, per se, but Florean still hopes to banish the vestiges of tension from his voice. “What is it?”

“You rarely use your magic. You barely seem to remember you’re a wizard most of the time.”

It’s not technically a question, but Florean attempts to stutter through an answer anyway. Merlin knows how to begin explaining his experience.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful—”

He’s swiftly interrupted. “You could never.”

“But—”

“No.”

Sufficiently reassured, Florean continues.

“I just—” He inhales deeply, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “I don’t really think about it. I mean, my magic is something I have, not something I am, you know?” When August quirks a brow in curiosity he rushes on. “I’m not saying I don’t appreciate it, I’d never take it for granted! And I know many wizards feel differently, especially about…”

Florean never uses the word Squib around August, even though his boyfriend has told him numerous times it’s okay to do so. He trails off, shrugging his shoulders and hoping he’s made his point.

He has.

Even if Florean’s perspective isn’t that of the majority of his wizarding kin, it comforts August to know his boyfriend feels this way. As if magic is just a trait August happened to miss out on and its absence doesn’t carve a gaping hole in his identity, as if it doesn’t serve to oust him from society and cause other such disgraceful consequences most don’t hesitate to try to convince him exist.

Florean worriedly studies August when he remains silent. “You okay? Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. I’m more than okay, love.”

Now it’s Florean’s turn to blush at the nickname, an even newer development than the casual touches that both boys are gradually growing accustomed to.

“Hey!” Suddenly Florean shoots out of his seat like a rocket, and August blinks in surprise at the sudden enthusiasm as his boyfriend situates himself back on the bench.

“Would you want to design magical elements to the ice creams? I’m sure the kids would love it and I’ll do my best to do anything you teach me. It’d be amazing!” Maybe from anybody else it would have sounded patronising, but from Florean it was nothing but overwhelmingly sweet. August doesn’t hesitate to express this sentiment, nor his enthusiasm for Florean’s proposal.

But they can discuss further plans tomorrow. August is tired, yawning subtly as he pulls up his legs beneath him and curls sleepily into Florean’s shoulder.

“Have you learned anything new about the burnings?”

Florean doesnt’ even care that August isn’t really listening as he launches into a monologue on his latest fixation; he loves to talk just as much as he loves that his rambles lull the gorgeous boy in his lap into slumber.

Once August’s head has drooped properly onto his shoulder and he’s almost -almost- exhausted his newly acquired hoard of knowledge, Florean quietly closes August’s numerous notebooks and organises them into a neat pile.

Carefully extracting his wand from his pocket, he taps the top cover in quick succession, grinning at his boyfriends future delight at the shower of magical sparks upon opening.

#florean fortescue #marauders era #august ronan ollivander #oneshot

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catierambles · 2 years ago

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Feral Instincts Ch.6

Pairing: The Rogue's Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1382

Warnings: ...shitty human behavior that may piss you off and/or make you indignant

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Geralt ran off after him into the night as August carried her back into the cabin, ignoring her protestations that she was fully capable of walking. He did set her down once they were inside, though, and her eyes immediately went to Walter as he cleaned up the remains of what had been the coffee table.

“What happened?” She asked.

“You threw Mike across the room.” Walter said, “He landed on it.”

“Is he okay?” Stephanie asked, her eyes wide.

“He’ll be fine, a bit bruised but nothing else.” Walter said and she went up the stairs, finding Mike in his room laying on his stomach in bed. His shirt was off and she could see the reddened skin that would turn into bruises and scrapes.

“Hey, sweetcheeks.” He said, giving her a small smile when he saw her.

“I’m sorry.” She said but he shook his head.

“Don’t be, baby girl. I’m just glad August was able to snap you out of it. Don’t wanna lose you like that.” He said and she went over, sitting on the bed and brushing his hair away from his forehead. He sighed, his eyes closing at her touch and she moved her fingers through his hair. The locks were soft and she continued running her fingers through his hair until his breathing evened out and he fell asleep, his face relaxed and his mouth open slightly. Getting off the bed, she left his room quietly, easing the door closed. Turning, she jumped in surprise when she saw August standing there.

“He’ll be fine.” She said, not being able to look at him. “You gonna tell me to leave, now? I hurt Mike, doesn’t matter that I wasn’t aware of it, I’m a liability.” He didn’t say anything. “Give me until morning at least? Sy and I already talked about it, I’ll take my things and go.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” August said finally and she looked up at him. “Geralt lost his scent, and he never loses trails once he gets on them. This feral is smart, and he’s fixated on you. I don’t know why, and honestly? I don’t care. You’re not leaving. You’re staying here where we can protect you.”

“I’m not your--”

“Yes, you are.” August said, “You’re not going anywhere.”

“August--” He pulled her against his chest, holding her tightly with his face buried in her shoulder. She gave a squeak as he suddenly picked her up, holding her in a bridal carry as he took her to what she was guessing was his room, laying her down on the bed and getting onto it with her. There was no nervousness or trepidation as she looked up at him propped above her, his hand going to her waist. His eyes moved over her and she thought for a moment that he was going to kiss her, but he didn't, settling next to her and pulling her back against his chest.

Just biology. Just instinct. Nothing more. Nothing less. She should go. Once her wolf came out and shit was settled, she needed to go.

August was alone when he woke in the morning, her side cold and he didn’t recall her leaving. Getting out of bed quickly, he raced from his room and down the stairs, but stopped when he heard her and Mike talking in the kitchen. She was still there. She was still safe. Heading into the kitchen, she looked up at him from what she was doing on the stove.

“Good morning.” She said, looking back down again at the pan.

“Morning.” August said.

“She made pancakes.” Mike said and August saw the plate stacked high, Mike already digging into a few covered with syrup and butter.

“And there’s bacon keeping warm in the oven.” Stephanie said, “Do you want coffee? There should be plenty.” She gestured to the full coffee pot with the spatula. Going over, he grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured himself a cup, taking his black with no sugar.

“Didn’t notice you leave.” August said and she shrugged.

“You were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you.” She said.

“Wait.” Mike said, “You spent the rest of the night with August?”

“Yes.” She said simply, flipping the pancake and watching it cook.

“You also showered.” August said, noting her wet hair that was clipped behind her head.

“I smelled interesting.” She said.

“You all right?” He asked and she nodded.

“I’m fine.” Stephanie said, “Grab some pancakes and bacon and dig in.” Syverson eventually shuffled into the kitchen, going over to her without a thought and pressing a kiss to her cheek before getting himself coffee. Geralt and Walter wandered in after a while, drawn by the smell of coffee and food, pancakes and bacon divided up, eggs made for those who wanted some. “So, Sy.”

“Hmm?” He asked, taking a sip of coffee.

“The tattoo?” She asked, tapping her own shoulder and he looked at it briefly as if he had forgotten that it was there.

“Oh, yeah, that.” He said, “I was a Green Beret.”

“Nice, my dad was a SEAL.” Stephanie said, “Retired when I was 16.”

“Yeah, I was in…nearly ten years myself.” Syverson said. “Made Captain.”

“Why’d you leave? Almost a decade, figure you’d be career.” She said.

“After the decision was made to out ourselves and my status was discovered, Brass got shady.” Syverson said, “Kept sending me on more and more dangerous assignments by myself, figuring I could handle it. Nearly got my ticket punched a couple of times. Got sick of bein’ used, so I left when my commission was up. They tried to stop me, but couldn’t.”

“Sorry.” She said.

“Don’t be, doll. Water over a burned down bridge.” He said, “After I left the service, I went home, found out that Mikey was having some problems of his own after people found out about him, grabbed him, and moved us out here.”

“Mike?” Stephanie asked.

“Went from one of the most popular guys at school to zero friends and no girlfriend.” Mike said, “Basically a pariah, and because I’m a beta, the other wolves at school wanted nothing to do with me because they were all mainly alphas. Leaving was easy.”

“Met Walker here on an assignment.” Syverson said, “When he left, I offered him a place to stay.”

“You were in the Army?” Stephanie asked, looking at him but he shook his head.

“CIA.” August corrected.

“You were a spy.”

“Something like that.” August said, “Director did to me what Brass did to Sy, started sending me on suicide runs. I quit.”

“I got pulled in after I left the force.” Walter said, “I was a police officer, Lieutenant in Homicide. Once we were outed, I was fired, they didn’t want to risk a wolf around dead bodies. Never mind I was on the force for nearly fifteen years before they found out and never had any issues with it. Lost my pension. There were no anti-discrimination laws yet, so there was nothing I could do about it. I was traveling through the area when I met Sy and he offered me a place until I got my bearings. Just never left.”

“Geralt?” Stephanie asked, somewhat dreading what his answer was going to be.

“I was tracking a feral that fled into Sy’s territory, fight happened when I caught up with him, got injured in the process. They patched me up and like Walter, I just never left.”

“Look at you.” Stephanie said, going over to Sy and nudging him with her hip. “Adopting people.” He just perked a small smile and bumped her back with his shoulder.

“Doll, I’m…sorry.” Syverson said and she gave him a questioning look.

“For what?”

“For not wakin’ up when that feral Called to you, not knowin’ you left.” Sy said and she leaned against him.

“Don’t worry about it.” She said.

“I was supposed to be protectin’ you and I didn’t.”

“I’m not pissed about it.” She said, laying her cheek against the top of his head and his arm came around her legs, holding her to him. “Also, August didn’t wake up when I ninja’d this morning, so don’t feel too bad.”

“She is unnaturally quiet, apparently.” August said, scowling slightly.

#henry cavill #august walker #walter marshall #captain syverson #hellraiser mike #geralt of rivia #feral instincts

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10 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary: 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

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Keywords/Warnings: Romance, Drama, serious burns

10 | The Hard Deck 🍺

August 13, 2023

Penny

It was a bustling Friday night and Penny was wiping down the counter, when from the corner of her eye, Rooster had entered the vicinity clad in his usual Hawaiian shirt and swoon-evoking grin. She had anticipated the usual hollers that indicated his entrance, but what she didnʼt expect was the small woman whom his large hand was on the curve of her waist. She was beautiful: with smiling eyes, transcending wavy locks of mahogany hair, a glowing olive complexion, and a pleasant laugh. She had donned on a cute lacy eggshell-colored top, dark wash denim shorts, and knee high cowboy boots. Penny was amused as Rooster kissed her cheek in front of all his friends and held her hand.

She watched as this exuberant stranger light up the faces in front of her as they conversed. When Phoenix entered a few minutes later, she embraced this new girl so warmly, one would have thought they were friends for years. Penny slipped out her phone from her pocket and began texting her beau.

To: Pete ♥

Come down here, thereʼs something you might wanna see.

“So Lucy, what do you do?ˮ Javy ‘Coyoteʼ Machado asked her, learning on his billard pole. Bradley had gone to get their drinks from Penny, and Lucy was left in their company.

“Iʼm a marine biologist,ˮ she replied. “I work at Umi.ˮ

“That pretty building up the coast?ˮ Mickey ‘Fanboyʼ Garcia followed up, after a strike.

“The very one,ˮ Lucy smiled.

“Heard itʼs exclusive,ˮ Reuben ‘Paybackʼ Fitch remarked. “One of my friends applied there — real smart guy — he got denied though.ˮ

“It is competitive,ˮ Lucy hummed.

“Sheʼs being humble. Itʼs like the Top Gun of marine research centers,ˮ Nat chimed in, as she cupped Lucyʼs shoulder. “That makes Angel here one of us.ˮ

Lucy blushed.

“Thatʼs a pretty callsign,ˮ Javy smirked. “Did Rooster give you that?ˮ

“Rooster did what now?ˮ Jake had entered the conversation smoothly, meeting eyes with Lucy and throwing a wink in her direction.

“Itʼs you,ˮ Lucy narrowed her eyes.

“Well if it isnʼt my sendoff proxy,ˮ Jake smirked, popping a toothpick in his mouth. “Now what brings you here?ˮ

“You two know each other?ˮ Phoenix looked between them quizzically.

“Iʼd like to know that too actually,ˮ Bradley stepped in handing Lucy a beer and surrounding her shoulders with his arm.

“Hangman,ˮ he acknowledged. “You look... good.ˮ

“I am good Rooster, Iʼm very good, ˮ Jake chuckled, his gaze alternating between him and Lucy. “And it seems that so are you.ˮ

“Lucy here was kind enough to send me off the last time we met, Rooster thatʼs all…ˮ Jake chuckled. “Isnʼt that right darlinʼ?ˮ

“I take it you two know each other quite well?ˮ Lucy looked to Bradley.

“Hangman?ˮ Bradley took a swig of his beer. “He and I go way back.ˮ

“Lucy Mitchell, if youʼll allow me this one request, I am absolutely dying to know how you got into such good graces with his rascal that he lets you drive his Bronco,ˮ Jake drawled. “I swear, I have never seen a man so desperate for the end of a deployment like he was.ˮ

“Got lucky I guess,ˮ Lucy shrugged. “One day I was bumping into him by the docks, and here we are now.ˮ

“Such a sweet gal you have Bradshaw,ˮ Jake remarked. “Didnʼt think they were your type.ˮ

Phoenix suddenly looked alarmed, eyes darting quickly between Bradley and Jake as they stared each other down. To her surprise, Lucy was the one who spoke first.

“I like to think that Bradley doesnʼt have a ‘typeʼ per se, but with me? I think heʼs finally set some standards,ˮ Lucy said coolly. “Maybe you can use some so you wouldnʼt need a proxy sendoff next time?ˮ

Reuben spit out his beer in mid-chug, Javy guffawed, and Mickey was just rubbing it into Jake like salt into a wound. Nat was straight up laughing like a lunatic and Bradley was astounded — proud, but astounded.

“Best of luck to you Bradshaw,ˮ Jake sighed. “Sheʼs sweet and spicy.ˮ

“Have I ever told you, that youʼre amazing?ˮ Bradley whispered to the shell of her ear.

“Youʼve implied that several times, but Iʼd like to be rewarded.ˮ Lucy grinned cheekily.

“Whatever you want, baby.ˮ He replied to her quietly.

The night treaded on and Bradley and Nat eventually joined in the game of billiards. Bob, arriving a little later than expected, was later in deep conversation with Lucy about her the nature of her work and her research. Later, Jake challenged Lucy to a game of darts and he found that he had finally met his match — their competitive bout ending in a stalemate. Bradley watched Lucy among his friends as they laughed about something that Reuben had said. He smiled, just observing how well she adjusted into his kind of people. She looked right being with them. Being with her felt right.

“Your friends are really fun,ˮ she told him as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Thank you for bringing me here.ˮ

“Iʼm just glad you enjoyed yourself Angel,ˮ Bradley replied as he kissed her forehead sweetly. “Iʼm so happy you feel comfortable around my friends. Theyʼre good people...ˮ

“I mean… Jakeʼa kind of an asshole sometimes,ˮ he quickly added as Lucy giggled. “But youʼll get used to him.ˮ

“I donʼt know... I think heʼs just lonely,ˮ Lucy smiled. “I think he just needs someone, like I am to you.ˮ

“Only God can help him with that now,ˮ Bradley chuckled.

“Hey, do you want some water?ˮ She asked him. “Youʼre hitting it pretty hard... unless you want me to drive?ˮ

“Letʼs get one thing right Angel,ˮ Bradley grunted. “Youʼre my passenger princess as long as Iʼm here, okay?ˮ

“Okay,ˮ Lucy giggled.

“And yes,ˮ he said. “I would really like some water, thank you baby.ˮ

Lucy made a beeline for the bar and behind it, she asked the pretty woman with crow lines and a magnetic stare for Bradleyʼs glass of water and another bottle of beer for her. As the bartender set off to complete her request, Lucy felt someone occupy the empty seat she stood next to.

“Never seen you around here before,ˮ the stranger uttered, taking a sip from her glass. “Got a name?ˮ

As Lucy turned to reply, she beheld this beautiful woman with long jet-black hair curled like a princess with strikingly green eyes. Her makeup was flawless, her perfume confidently exuding, and her nails well-maintained. Even in khakis, one could guess that she must have a perfect body — one that even models envy.

“Lucy,ˮ she told her, still gaping at her ethereal appearance.

“Aisling Akerman,ˮ the woman nodded, eyes grazing Lucy from head-to-toe. “But my callsignʼs Nova.ˮ

“Itʼs nice to meet you Nova,ˮ Lucy smiled and thanked the bartender wordlessly as she set down her beer and water. Aisling eyed them before her gaze settled on Lucy.

“You came here with a boyfriend, Lucy?ˮ Aisling asked her.

“Yes,ˮ she replied. “Heʼs a pilot too. Uh... callsign... Rooster?ˮ

“Good olʼ Rooster,ˮ Aisling chuckled as she swirled the contents her glass around. “You know, if you hadnʼt mentioned him by name, I would have never known...ˮ

Lucy looked at her perplexedly. It didnʼt take too long until the gears clicked and a light bulb took its shine. From afar, Nat nudged Bradley as he was about to take his turn, forcing him to avert towards the direction Nat had pointed to him. Jake followed suit, and his eyes widened slightly. Bradley was just about to approach the bar counter until Jake stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“What the hell, Hangman?ˮ Bradley hissed.

“Thatʼs Nova, ainʼt it?ˮ Jake clarified. “Give them a minute... I have a really good feeling about this.ˮ

“Hangman,ˮ Bradley enunciated as patiently as he could. “I am not putting Lucy in harmʼs way for your entertainment. If you donʼt step aside right now I will not hesitate to beat the living shi—“

“Oh would you just calm down?!ˮ Jake hissed back. “Have some faith in your girl, Rooster. Sheʼs got some fight in her... I can tell...ˮ

“Girl to girl Lucy, youʼre not exactly Bradleyʼs type,ˮ Aisling drank again. “Take it from me, heʼll just fuck around with you for a while until he dumps you for the next hot piece of ass. Itʼll be good for a while — I mean they call him Rooster for a reason, if you catch my drift? But youʼre a nice little girl, youʼre cute, and Iʼm sure youʼd make a nice little wife someday. But not with this one babe — this oneʼs for the bad girls... besides donʼt you think heʼs a little out of your league?ˮ

“Nova, is it?ˮ Lucy chuckled, staring out into the crowd with a smile. “You know I find it quite ingenious that aviatorsʼ callsigns are a subtle reference to their own temperaments. So I can only wonder to what yours alludes to — is it the unprecedented brightness of a newborn star or its inevitable death into the dark abscesses of cold space?ˮ

Lucy looked straight into her eyes.

“I know women like you,ˮ Lucy told her softly. “You draw men in and lavish in their attention. But when it becomes too much, you cast them out and disappear — and when you decide that you need them you simply do it all over again just because you can. So donʼt be mistaken Nova, I donʼt fear women like you, I pity you — because behind that bold red lip, that smoky eye, and all your extensions is a little girl whoʼs too afraid to know what real love could look like for herself. And between you and me, I donʼt think Iʼm that little girl.ˮ

Aisling stared right back at her, dumbstruck. She blinked her eyes rapidly and swallowed deeply before setting her drink down slowly. Their eyes met briefly before Aisling casted her gaze down in defeat and sliding off her seat and heading towards the exit.

“No fucking way...ˮ Mickey gaped at the slumped shell of Aisling ‘Novaʼ Akerman leaving the Hard deck.

“For the first time in history ladies and gentlemen,ˮ Javy announced comically. “The Nova has been contained.ˮ

“Would you look at that,ˮ Nat sighed with crossed arms. “Roosterʼs scot-free.ˮ

“The lucky son-of-a-bitch,ˮ Jake laughed.

Bradley was simply without words as he watched Penny come up to Lucy from behind the bar.

“That,ˮ Penny chuckled. “Is the most well-articulated comeback I have ever heard in this vicinity. Whatʼs your name, kid?ˮ

“Lucy,ˮ she told the bartender.

“Iʼm Penny,ˮ she replied. Just then, Lucy got a glance of the sign that hung over the bar that had said: ‘Disrespect a lady, the navy, or put your cellphone on my bar you buy a round.ʼ

“Looks like a roundʼs on me, huh?ˮ Lucy said to her. “I seem to have violated two out of three of your terms.ˮ

“Donʼt worry about it,ˮ Penny dismissed. “That one had a long time coming, trust me. And donʼt you dare start feeling bad about it now...ˮ

“Itʼs the default setting I guess,ˮ she shrugged.

“Well un-default it,ˮ Penny said to her. “You can be nice and a badass at the same time. Just own it.ˮ

Lucy smiled.

“And about the things she said back there,ˮ Penny began to say. “Roosterʼs a good guy, and believe it or not... Iʼve never seen him introduce a girl to his friends.ˮ

“I know,ˮ she nodded. “Thank you. I just... I harbor a very... intense disdain towards people who use other people for their own gain, you know?ˮ

“You have just done me the biggest favor,ˮ Penny shook her head, chuckling.

“Whatʼs that? Surely there are worser guests than Nova?ˮ

“No,ˮ Penny sighed. “But as his godmother of sorts youʼve put my mind at ease.ˮ

Lucy looked to Bradley from across the bar and he smiled upon meeting her gaze.

“Go to him,ˮ she gestured with her chin. “Your tabʼs on me tonight, Lucy. Welcome to the Hard Deck.ˮ

Lucy thanked Penny before heading over towards Bradley and the others with his water and her bottle of beer. Bradley secured an arm around her once more, kissing the top of her head.

“Hey Lucy,ˮ Mickey called out. “My ex Aubrey lives just a couple of blocks down the street. You mind talking to her for me?ˮ

A round of laughs resounded.

“Jesus Luce,ˮ Nat remarked. “What the hell did you say to her? Iʼve never seen that girl walking the walk of shame, much less runninʼ out of here with her tail between her legs!ˮ

“I told you Rooster,ˮ Jake mused. “You could learn a thing or two from your girl.ˮ

“Youʼre just full of surprises tonight, arenʼt you.ˮ Bradley teased her.

“Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandusˮ Lucy whispered.

“What does that mean?” He asked her.

“Never tickle a sleeping dragon,” she giggled.

Bradley chuckled, marveling at this new side of his girlfriend— the smart-mouthed, impulsive, and fiery persona veiled beneath her angelic appearances.

“Yeah?ˮ He replied. “Well right now Iʼve got an itching to do something Iʼve been thinking of for a long time...ˮ

“So do it, Rooster.ˮ Lucy whispered impishly. Striking a chord with her seductively irresistible gaze and the mention of his callsign, Bradley led Lucy towards the piano on the other side of the Hard Deck, pulling the plug on the jukebox secretly along the way. He sat down, fiddling with the piano keys before pulling her towards a seat on his lap. Nat, Javy, Reuben, Mickey, Bob, and even Jake followed a few moments later as a crowd began to gather around them— knowing exactly what was about to go down.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!“

“I laughed at love 'coz I thought it was funny

You came along and you moved me, honey I've changed my mind

This love is fine

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!ˮ

“Kiss me, babbbyy!ˮ

Lucy placed a quick kiss on Bradleyʼs cheek and he shivered animatedly as she half-laughed and half-sang along.

“Mmmmh, it feels good!

Hold me, baby —

Well, I'm off to love you like a lover should.ˮ

Bradley, not missing a beat nor key, met his loverʼs eyes as they passionately sung together, with their heads banging and their eyes smiling to the heavens.

“Oh! You're fine, so kind

Got to tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!

I chew my nails and then I twiddle my thumbs

I'm real nervous, but it sure is fun

Come on, baby

You drive me crazy

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!ˮ

As Bradley played the solo with practiced perfection and with Lucy as his muse, a new straggler stumbled into the bar still donned in his flight suit with unruly hair and basked in sweat. Even so, Penny had come right around the bar and gave him a kiss on the cheek and treaded her fingers through his locks.

“Hey lover,ˮ he smiled at her.

“Mav,ˮ Penny sighed. “You operate what is arguably the fastest thing on the planet, when do you think youʼll ever be on time?ˮ

“But weʼve got all this time babe,ˮ Pete grinned boyishly, setting his hands on her waist. “Whatʼs a few minutes here on the ground?ˮ

“Alright, alright.ˮ Penny conceded as they walked behind the counter and offered him a bottle after unsealing the cap.

“If my memory serves me right, there was something you wanted to show me?ˮ Pete whispered. Penny gestured towards Bradley and the roaring crowd. It took a while, but what Pete eventually saw made his eyes widen slightly and a smile tighten his lips.

“Is that... a girl on Roosterʼs lap?ˮ

Penny nodded enthusiastically.

“Has he... ever done that before?ˮ Pete asked her once more.

“No,ˮ Penny shook her head. “I think heʼs quite serious about this one. Sheʼs a nice kid. And oh! You know Nova, right?ˮ

“Come on babe,ˮ Pete looked at her. “I donʼt forget everything...ˮ

“I literally found your toothbrush in your coffee mug this morning, but thatʼs besides the point,ˮ Penny wrinkled her nose. “Lucy here sent her out the door crying. Crying, babe.ˮ

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?ˮ

“Iʼm telling you Pete, this girl — sheʼs a keeper...ˮ

Pete and Penny watched as Bradley concluded ‘Great Balls of Fireʼ with an astounding round of applause and hearty cheers just like he did every time. Except at the end of, he had a girl on his lap to kiss. As the crowd dissipated from its high and returned to its simmering presence, Pete and Penny surged forward towards the couple and met them by the piano bench. Lucy was still snug on Bradleyʼs thigh when he looked over his shoulder to meet someone.

“Hey, Mav!ˮ She heard Bradley say.

“Rooster!ˮ A man had replied. Bradley led Lucy unto her feet as they stood to face another stranger of the night. Lucy straightened her blouse and when she had finally turned to introduce herself... she stopped— a blank expression eclipsing her visage.

His hazel eyes.

The shape of his smile.

The broadness of his shoulders. Even the way he stood.

It can’t be… Ford?

On the other side of the conversation, Penny was dumbfounded as she tugged at Peteʼs flight suit — shaking him awake from some sort of temporary possession. In Pete Mitchellʼs eyes there was something so utterly fond and familiar about the girl in front of him. He suddenly felt the humidity on his back, whiffed a sea breeze, and heard the vocalizations of a song far into his memory. It had been a long time since he had uttered that name, and still, it came naturally from his tongue as it did all those years ago...

“Tala?ˮ He croaked, staring at Lucy.

Bradley and Penny were visibly confused by their wordless interaction, eyes darting between Pete and Lucy as they seemed to exchange an odd conversation of sorts.

“N-No,ˮ Lucy finally replied after feeling as if she was just hit by a train. “Iʼm Lucy —“

“Iʼm sorry,ˮ Pete sighed. “You just really looked like someone I used to kn—“

“Tala? Tala Adlawan?ˮ

Pete stopped and slowly nodded at her words. Lucy paused staring at him in disbelief.

“Thatʼs my mom,ˮ she said quietly. “Do you know... her?ˮ

“From a really long time ago,ˮ Pete breathed out.

“Angel,ˮ Bradley said to her. “This is Maverick — my godfather. He was my dadʼs best friend. Mav, this is Lucy, my girlfriend — but it seems that youʼre already.... acquainted?ˮ

“Pete youʼre staring,ˮ Penny chuckled.

“Iʼm sorry,ˮ Pete laughed lightly, looking back at Lucy. “Itʼs just so uncanny. You look exactly like her...ˮ

“Who is Tala, babe?ˮ Penny asked him.

“An...old friend,ˮ Pete said. “I met her back at Atsugi back in ‘96.ˮ

Lucyʼs eyes widened slightly, a sudden itch occupying her hands.

“Well you guys should come over for dinner!ˮ Penny suggested. “Weʼd love to get to know you a little more, Lucy. Bradleyʼs never officially introduced a girl to us, you just have to come!ˮ

“I would love to,ˮ Lucy smiled. The night at the Hard Deck concluded on that note as Lucy and Penny exchanged numbers and Rooster bid farewell to a still awestruck Maverick.

Just as Lucy was headed towards the parking lot, Bradley pulled her with him to the beach. They left footprints on the sand as they walked beneath the light of the moon and the distant outdoor lamps of the Hard Deck. They settled in a peaceful spot on the sand, not too near or far from the water and overlooking the horizon. Lucy was caged between his thighs and embraced in his arms. He kissed her cheek.

“Youʼre a little quiet,ˮ Bradley remarked. “Are you okay?ˮ

“Y-Yeah,ˮ Lucy smiled at him reassuringly as she grazed his cheek. “Iʼm more than okay Bradley, thank you.ˮ

“Mav seemed to have caught you by surprise back there,ˮ Bradley chuckled.

“You have no idea,ˮ Lucy sighed.

It was all too uncanny.

Could it really just be a coincidence?

A beat.

“Tala,ˮ Bradley repeated. “Your mom has a pretty name. Does it mean something?ˮ

“Tala is the name of a goddess in Filipino mythology,ˮ Lucy recalled. “She governs the stars.ˮ

“Huh,ˮ he mused. “Your mom is named after a star goddess and yours happens to mean ‘light.ʼ So, the star goddess and her light. One canʼt exist without the other — very poetic.ˮ

“Iʼve never seen it that way,ˮ she replied. “Iʼve always seen it from a perspective that... I can never... possibly measure up to a goddess — the one who creates the light.ˮ

“Hey, look at me.ˮ She met his kind, honeyed eyes and beheld his seriously handsome face with soft curls.

“On our first date, you told me that you were a poet,ˮ Bradley said. “But Angel, you have no idea how much of a star you are.ˮ

Lucy swallowed, tears beginning to balance on the line of her eyes.

“Donʼt you see how much gravity over people you have? How bright and beautiful you are? Iʼm the poet now Angel, and you are the sun.ˮ

“Bradley,ˮ Lucy whispered as he pressed his lips against hers. She loved how solid he was beneath her fingers — she could feel the strength reserved in his muscles and the warmth beneath his skin. She loved his coarse locks, the indents of his scars, and even the smell of his sweat. If she could be physically absorbed into this man, she would. They broke apart for air, lips numb and eyes glistening.

“This whole night...ˮ Lucy laughed. “Is just so... crazy...ˮ

“Crazy good?ˮ Bradley chuckled as he held her face in his big hands.

“Crazy good,ˮ she repeated.

“Itʼs a bit crazy too you know,ˮ he says. “That Mav happens to know your mom.ˮ

“Maverick is his call sign, right? Whatʼs his real name?ˮ

“Pete Mitchell.ˮ

Lucy was in her pajamas and her hair was wrapped in a towel as she dug a weathered, old box from her closet and set it by the floor of her bed. She swept the dust on the lid with a damp towel and opened the container. From it, she retrieved an old leather jacket, a couple of band shirts, some polaroids, a walkman, and some keys. Lucy jingled them fondly, before tucking it away expertly in her palm. She also fished some old journals and a bunch of old music compositions. At the very bottom of the box she, found a red biscuit tin with Chinese labeling. After popping it open with a bread knife because of all the rust that had accumulated in its rim, Lucy flipped through some old letters that she had read some years ago and finally saw what she had been looking for. It was a pair of aviators and on its side, a subtle inscription of the initials P.M.

She skimmed through the letters once more.

Dear Danger,

Love, Star

I miss you.

I love you.

Iʼm pregnant.

RETURN SENDER

Dear Star,

Love, Danger

...meet again.

new mission...

In love with you.

Miss you like crazy.

And just when Lucyʼs head was spinning from all these revelations, a patch fell on her lap — slipping after she had untucked a fold from another old letter. She had not seen it the last time she opened the tin box. It was as if it chose to reveal itself only in this moment. It was navy blue-colored rectangle, embroidered with bright red thread. It depicted wings with an anchor, and beneath it, something had been inscribed:

PETE MITCHELL

“MAVERICKˮ

Well— cat’s out of the bag 👀 Looks like we have a series of interesting events ahead of us, dear readers. The story is just beginning! See you at 11 | Dinner at Penny’s!

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