#back on that tua grind

[swftlore]

wait how did reginald and the academy learn what allison had to say to rumor people. like there's a billion and one things that she could have said how did they accurately land on "i heard a rumor" ??

did reginald spend day after day just making 5 yr old allison say the wildest shit. like shit it could have been "methinks" or something how long did it take for them to get to that

[commissionsdarian]

@global-ragamuffin Got a band recommendation

[copiousloverofcopia]

I could also use some more Papa Terzo getting his face sat on by anyone. nemA. 🙏

Hey there ghestie!!!

I have so many things in the works for you lol but to start here's a little taste....no pun intended.

For your reading pleasure....

Smeared Paint

Featuring Terzo x reader for some face sitting/riding fun 😏

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

"Are you sure about this?" you asked him. Your thighs tingling in anticipation. Trying hard to stop your legs from shaking as your wet core hovered just above his painted lips. 

"Si, sorella…now sit. I'm growing impatient." Terzo whined. Licking a trail up your thigh. Teasing his hot breath at your folds. You let out a sigh, ready to feel his mouth on you—insides pulsing just at the thought.

After all, he preferred it this way. Face buried into your folds. Ready to give his life in worship of your cunt. And though you had been his altar many times before, you always hesitated, worried you may facilitate his meeting Lucifer before his time. 

Before you could say anything else, the choice was made for you. Terzo quickly wrapped his arms around your thighs. Fingers dug deep into the flesh as he pulled you down hard on his face. The tender flesh of your cunt meeting with his mouth. 

"Ah!" You cried out. His sinful tongue slithered its way from your taint to your clit. Dipping into your opening a moment before he continued on. Lapping at you like melted gelato on a hot summer day. Both of you moaning as you instinctively rolled yourself over his face. The vibrations from his enthusiasm—heading straight to your clit. 

"Hmm... Sorella, la tua figa ha un sapore così buono. Come il frutto divino dell'albero proibito…" Terzo praised as he came up for air. His decadent words–followed by a string of moaning and indiscernible Italian. 

"Mmm…yeah…mmm…" you moaned. Your pussy gliding with ease across the broadness of his tongue. Terzo, kissing and nipping and sucking on your folds and you rode his face. You became lost in pleasure, grinding on him with wild abandon. Overwhelmed in your lustful haze.

You tried to raise up, but you were quickly forced back down. Terzo holding you, like a vice grip against his mouth. Your whole cunt dripping with his saliva—messy and wet as he continued. The pressure built up inside you, slowly starting to release. 

"Oh Papa, I wanna cum." You mewled; hand grabbed firmly on a tuft of raven black hair before you. Terzo staring up at you as he devoured you. Gently sucking on your lips and sliding his tongue once more over your cunt. 

"Then cum." He told you, his voice full of that suave, devilish charm that had made you fall for him in the first place. "Give me communion sorella." 

That was enough to send you over, yanking harder on his hair. Terzo hissing, his paints smeared all over his face and the inside of your thighs. Mixing for a perfect shade of gray. 

You came. The third Emeritus son drinking you down like the richest of wines. Savoring the notes of pleasure, divined in the way you tasted. Your fluids running over the corners of his smiling mouth. Still refusing to release his hold on you. 

You were breathless and spent, finding yourself falling. Collapsing down beside him in the ocean of violet sheets. A smile on your face—speaking to your lover's skill. Maybe you'd be the one to die from the sheer ecstasy he brought you.

You kept your eyes closed. Enjoying listening to the sound of your shared breathing, when you felt Terzo get up. Taking hold of your legs and flipping you onto your stomach. Pulling you up on your knees before you could even speak. 

"Ass up sorella. I'm not done with you yet." Terzo teased. 

"Oh!" You called out as he guided the swell of your ass higher in the air. Marveling at the sight of it, before adding two fingers carefully into your entrance. Pressing hard and deep into the bundle of nerves. Cloaked within you—a place only he was able to find. 

"That's a good girl sorella." Terzo praised you as you rolled your hips back against his fingers. Terzo glided his hand across your ass. His fingers sprayed out over it before giving you a good smack. Your cunt, jolting back even harder onto his hand. Face pressed against the bed, trying your best to quiet your moans. The mid-morning rendezvous, proving to be more noisy than you intended. 

"Tell me how bad you want his cock sorella. How much you long for my fingers to be replaced with it. So I can fill you and have you dripping with me." Terzo commanded. 

"Uh! Fuck…Yes!" You called out as he made you cum again on his hand. 

"Tell me what you want." He ordered you, removing his fingers and stroking himself with your slick. Cock hard and at attention and ready to do as promised.

"I want your cock. Please…"

"Please, what?" He taunted. Allowing the plump, leaking head of his cock to tap against your core. 

"Fuck! Papa! Please!" You cried, desperate for it now. Terzo, giving a sinister smile as he obliged you. Slamming himself through your folds and taking hold of the lush curves of your thighs. Pounding inside you with full fervor. 

"See…all you need is to ask nicely…" 

"Mmm…Papa, yes. Ah…ah…." You moaned, feeling him spreading you out. Pressing all around inside, your body tugging against him with every thrust. You began to compress around him. Clamping down on his cock as you began to cum. Practically screaming now in your pleasure. Both sure the whole of the Abbey could hear you. Not that either of you cared. 

"That's it…ah…yes…sorella…" Terzo groaned. Quickly losing his stride as your pussy fluttered around him. "Your. Cunt. Is. Mine." He growled as you felt him kick inside you. His burning seed, flooding deep inside. Your Papa, continuing his movements until he was sure you were stuffed full. 

He hung limp over you. Kissing the small of your back as he pulled his softened cock from inside you. Continuing his row of kisses as he met with your ass. Coming to lay beside you and shielding you from the cool air with the cover of his sheets.

"That was incredible…" you began before you realized what day it was, "...uh…Papa. Isn't it your day for confession?" You asked. 

"Oh shit, yes!" Terzo panicked. Springing up from the bed in a fury. Rummaging around the room for his discarded vestments. Quickly redressing before giving your forehead a kiss. "I'll be back for you later." He smiled attempting to head out the door. 

"Wait! Wait! You can't go out like that!" You told him. He turned to face you, eyebrow perked and that puzzled look on his face.

"And why not?"

"Your paints!" You told him, half laughing, motioning to your lap that looked like a grayscale painting. 

Terzo smirked, "Hmph…let them see."

Notes:

Hmm...Sister, your pussy tastes so good. Like divine fruit from the forbidden tree. -Hmm... Sorella, la tua figa ha un sapore così buono. Come il frutto divino dell'albero proibito.

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Looking for your Cardinal?

Fem!Reader x Papa Emeritus III (Terzo), mentions of Reader X Cardinal Copia

TW: semi-public sex, mentions of getting caught, technically cheating??, smut, nothing but smut

Word Count: 1.6k

In which the Reader has a spicy dream about her Papa. (Based on true events which happened to me this morning 😂)

You quickly scurry through the halls of the abbey looking for the one in red. Up the stairs your feet carry you as you hurry towards your private meeting spot, although it won't be private for long; classes start soon.

The Cardinal had told you to meet him there, as he'd been burning the midnight oil to make some alterations to his cassock and he wanted you to be the first to see them.

Quickly but quietly opening the door to the study room, attached to a large classroom, your eyes scan the room for anything red. That's when you see it, and it catches you off guard: Terzo sprawled across the little sofa like a cat getting a good sunbath. "Looking for your Cardinal, eh?"

"I, uhh..." You look at the floor, trying to admire the pattern of the rug.

"Don't lie to your Papa, Sorella. You don't think I know about how nostro Cardinale makes you sing like a song bird for him?"

You blush bright red, as he demands you come over to him, "Come on, sit, bella ragazza."

You do as you're told, sitting next to his lying form on the tiny couch. He isn't in his usual long tailored suit coat; you suppose it's too early in the morning for that. It's intoxicating being this close to him, taking in his features, surrounded by the fragrance of his cologne, especially while his fingers delicately trace shapes on your hands and up your arms, which rest stiffly in your lap.

He props himself up, his face right next to your ear and a hand not allowing you to move away from him, "Mi piacerebbe sentire la tua canzone, dolcezza." With a nip to your earlobe, the cat had caught the songbird like prey.

You let out a nervous breath before your lips found his. 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘊𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

Next thing you know, you're kissing that silent prayer right into your Papa's chest, black lipstick trailing his torso closer and closer to his desire.

As Terzo flips you onto your back, it's like he's purposely taking his time with you, urging someone to walk in. He nips at your thighs, drawing little breathy whines from you, "Brava ragazza. Continua così..."

Pushing the skirt of your habit up, his teeth tease at the waistband of your panties, his hot breath on your skin making all sorts of little hairs stand up. "Did you wear these in hopes your Cardinal would like them?" He works the habit up over your head, "Perhaps in hopes that they would fall to the floor at his hands?" As if to accentuate his point, he throws your habit across the little room, the fabric rustling into a pile in the corner.

Shrugging his shirt off, he positions his hips on top of yours with your legs on either side of his grabbable little waist. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? But before you can really feel bad, his hardness is grinding against you through layers of fabric. The feeling is absolutely delicious but leaves you both wanting more, as told by your wanton moans. Terzo leans down to press his needy mouth to your neck, leaving a string of sloppy, open-mouth kisses. You can't help but return the favor, peppering his shoulder with love bites. He rocks against you like that for a while, truly savoring taking his time with you, until you hear the sound of feet shuffling and doors opening and closing in the hallway.

"Cazzo, class is starting, principessa..." Terzo languidly whispers in your ear, "What if someone sees us? What if your precious Cardinal comes looking for you, hm?"

His erection still grinding against your clit makes it impossible to think, the sound of Siblings, high clergy, Ghouls, whoever outside the door only heightens your excitement. "Fuck, Terzo..."

"Fuck what, eh? Fuck you? I could arrange that, Tesoro," and with that, he rips you up off of the couch and pulls you into a tiny utility closet and locks the door this time. It's pitch black, but you can tell you've been leaned up against something cold and metal, drawing a hiss from you. Maybe a washer for the Siblings' habits? You don't care as you search for Terzo's lips again, and you find them with fervour this time.

This time when his fingers tease the lace of your panties, they do hit the floor, just as he described earlier. His fingers waste no time in traveling to your center, diving between your folds gracefully, and they only leave you to remove your bra.

Clearly an experienced lover, your Papa's hands traverse your body, finding all the little spots that will make you chirp for him. As he has one hand between your legs and the other around your throat, you reach out for him, unhooking the pants he was straining against. They slid down a bit, exposing his defined hips and the bright pink tip of his cock. Your thumb gently teases at the leaking slit, which earns you a growl from the man before you're thrown up onto what you presume to be a washing machine.

He aggressively kicks his pants off before pulling you to the edge of the cold metal, lining himself up with you, but he doesn't sink into you just yet. Oh no... He's got more teasing to do.

Terzo takes his length in his hand, pumping himself lazily a few times, "You can hardly take your eyes off it, dolcezza. What would the Cardinal think? Do you think he knows how badly you yearn for another?" The last part is whispered right in your ear. Gently at first, you feel his hard member stroking itself against your core again, slicking itself up in your want for him. Every time he rakes over your clit, you choke out a squeak, trying to stay quiet as classes start all around you. "It wouldn't be a shame if someone were to see you like this--è una bella vista. I can see why our Cardinal likes to make you wail so early in the morning, for everyone nearby to imagine what he might be doing to you."

"P-Papa... Please, Papa..." you whine for him, hooking your legs on his hips to pull him closer. The throbbing between your legs is so intense, you can already feel your core tightening.

"Please, what, bambino? What can Papa do for you?" He brushes a hand through your hair, appreciating the flush on your cheeks.

"Fuck me, Papa! I need it, I need you," you beg for him.

"Mmm, you need this?" he asks, teasing you yet again by pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.

"Please, yes, please, Terzo," your eyebrows knit together and you can't stop yourself from bucking your hips. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺, 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

You can't take it anymore as he tickles your neck with kisses once again. Your heel finds the back of his knee, and in one swift move, you push him to the hard marble floor. You hungrily take in his form while you move to straddle him: leaned back against something on his elbows, legs spread at the knees, his angry red cock kissing at his bellybutton. "My, my, dolcezza," he looks at you deviously, his heavy brow bone making his scowl intense, "I should almost say that it should be the Cardinal that sings for 𝘺𝘰𝘶-"

Unlike Terzo, you waste no time in sinking down on his member, and it rips a loud groan from both of you. His arm wraps almost protectively around your waist as you take your pleasure from him, making plenty of noise like your reputation had suggested.

"Beautiful, dolcezza, bellissima... I just had to hear you myself," Terzo praises you between moans of his own, his hips rocking up into yours to match your pace.

"God damn it, Papa," you squeeze your eyes shut, still bouncing on his cock at a dangerous speed, "Terzo, I'm already close- you fucking tease."

"I know the Cardinal has his tricks... But I have mine, sì?" he chuckles deeply before commanding you, "Vieni per me, dolce ragazza. Lasciami sentire la tua voce..."

Your release crashes over you, screaming Terzo's name, a melody of rhythmic moans spilling from you as he continues to thrust into you, taking you through your orgasm. Your legs shake and your pussy clenches tightly around him.

You hear a small, "Fuck..." escape your Papa as he furrows his brow and his head rolls back, obviously lost in the heights of his own climax.

Suddenly the door bursts open and you see a flash of that unmistakable red fabric before you're jolted awake.

"Mia cara, are you alright?" Copia's soft voice washes over you; you're wrapped in his silk sheets, his arms draped around your waist. "You're not too warm are you?" He checks your forehead with his hands.

"No, I'm okay, w-why? What's wrong?" you try to maintain a calm voice, the last waves of your apparent orgasm still rippling through your core.

"Nothing, dolcezza, you were just having a dream and started twitching about. You had me worried for a moment, that's all," his obvious concern for you quickly pushing that dream from your head, but certainly not the tension that had grown between your legs. You meet your Cardinal with a fiery kiss, throwing a leg over his hip. "What's gotten into you, mia cara?" he chuckles, "It's been years since we woke up so early to make love."

But you did that morning.

[conduitandconjurer]

I don't get why the fans are so pressed about Klaus needing someone around "he's just latching onto Five/S!Ben cause U!Ben died", like... yes?? Most likely?? That doesn't exclude that he can love them too. Also, if you go through a loss so big the people around you aren't gonna just isolate you so you can "become your own person". And the "It's just another addiction" it's also so extreme! He DOES need his family! I don't really get it. Do you have an opinion?

Wait.

Wait so portions of the fandom are upset that Klaus is projecting his love and guilt over "his" Ben onto sad asshole Sparrow!Ben? Or? What, that he's an emotional whore that just needs to go around clinging onto whoever's closest?

I guess I don't understand the issue--what exactly about that is problematic to them? Are they not aware that Klaus has never felt that his mental or physical boundaries were respected, because of Reginald's experiments, and the ghosts themselves To me all the above does is show how much Klaus loves and misses the brother with whom he was always tasked to tag along, as children, and probably feels the one way he can gain closure over all those toxic years of codependency with Umbrella Ben is to help Sparrow Ben face his rage and shame and sense of inadequacy.

Is the argument that Klaus isn't capable of loving his family and that getting Ben back is a "new addiction'/"distraction"? Because that's frankly such a distorted interpretation of canon that I don't think it's worth either you or I wasting much time or energy on it. Whoever watched Season 3 and gleaned that probably has a personal axe to grind with someone in real life. Klaus probably reminds them of that person or experience so they're grafting the lens of a dysfunctional coping mechanism over Klaus's desperation to make all his years of severe trauma, suffering, and misplaced shame into something honorable. These people probably also wholly miss the point of the "scooped out ice cream" moment, the reason why he let himself be subjected to "bus ball," and the suicidal moment in the White Buffalo Room and are quick to say that Klaus's temporary desire to just rest where he "belonged" was selfish and callous. They don't realize that maybe he's sick of only being loved when he's useful. A really forced and artificial overtone of TUA discourse has always been to "compare traumas" for the 7 respective sibs and make a debate for who "has it worst." What's the point? It's not slices of pie that'll run out. I wish I could say it was even isolated to TUA, but it's not.

I think it's also strange how absolute and purist the perception of "goodness" is. Well written characters are always lovable but flawed. And it's not conniving or selfish to be motivated both by selfless love (Klaus wants to be emotionally close to Sparrow!Ben and Sparrow!Reginald--the latter of whom I loathe, btw--and make up for lost time) and by the silver lining of self-benefit (Klaus wants to find closure, self-esteem from an outside source--never a good idea, but he's still learning--perfection of his powers, and clarity of purpose). I say this as someone who has lived 39 years as a consummate people-pleaser: we live in a predominantly Eurocentric Protestant social narrative that tells us we have to be productive all the time, give all the time, be selfless and self-effacing, and ignore our own boundaries to please others. It's a lie to say a character doing genuinely good and kind things with any simultaneous ulterior motive is somehow the Devil's Armpit. I have trapped myself in the role of a caregiver who never takes a turn for so long that I cheer for anyone who has that "ENOUGH" moment, followed by "no, this time, I'll look out for me."

Klaus isn't just here for a distraction, a fix, or shits and giggles. Klaus adores his family and mourns harder than anyone because there is no beginning or end to his access to the afterlife.

I know it's upsetting, especially if you relate to Klaus, but filter out these portions of the fandom and continue as best you're able to love what you love <3

[lochrannn]

What do you think about actors' strike?

Good good good!!!!

(even if a tiny part of me is already grieving the possibility of getting the last season of TUA pushed out on Netflix with no promo or interviews whatsoever, but in any labour action sacrifices need to be made 😅).

No but honestly, considering the attitude the studio and streaming CEOs have been displaying, apparently hoping to starve the writers back to work, I honestly think the whole industry should grind to a halt on the basis of that sort of statement alone.

I am an active union member in my job however, because I work in the public sector, we are actually banned from striking (a law that is unconstitutional and currently being heard before the European Supreme Court), so anywhere people are able to and willing to make the sacrifices that a strike brings, with the goal of improving everybody's labour rights, my hat goes off to them.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

One-Way Mirror: Somewhere I Belong

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Five knew that it was a bad idea to send the rest of the Umbrella Academy through that portal. He was very intimately familiar with the way that his power's worked, even if he had given his trust in Lila too much credit. Now they had to find all of them with barely any information on where they might be. Warnings: Period typical transphobia, 1960s mental health asylums, mentions of murder, graphic depictions of violence, and sexual content Word Count: 36,229 (6,770 post on tumblr) Ship(s): Five Hargreeves/Lila Pitts/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: It's finally here! Sorry that you all had to wait so long for me to write this, I wanted to focus on some of the shorter form fics so that I had some TUA content to consistently upload. I have written the third part to this series already so that I can get it uploaded before S04 comes out next year. It'll be out in a couple of weeks so be sure to keep an eye out for it! If you're just checking into this fic without knowing what this series is, I would suggest reading the first installment because a lot more of the minutia and changes here will make more sense if you do. Thank you for checking this fic out and I hope that you enjoy it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

Everything came back to him in a quick second, rushing forward so that he felt like he was dying all over again. He could hear a whirling sound in the background of his brain, itching a place that was trying to make him remember something but couldn’t. He was barely aware of what he was wearing but he knew that it was pulling tight across all of the wrong places and currently making him feel like his skin was peeling off of his bones. The wind was knocked out of him as he tumbled down towards the ground and then fell onto his knees. 

Viktor got to his feet and rushed away from the grinding noise that was currently giving him the worst headache of his entire life. His thoughts stopped for a moment as he realized that he had no idea how this headache was the worst that he had ever had before he didn’t remember a single moment before this. Well, that wasn’t exactly true either. 

He vaguely remembered high cheekbones, a flop of dark hair, and height so different from his own that he had to stand his his tip-toes to be able to kiss them. He also remembered dark skin, bleached blond hair, and a laugh that was halfway between a cackle and a snort. He also knew for a fact that his name was Viktor Pitts. 

Other than that, he was completely lost. He didn’t know how old he was, where he had just landed, why he was there, how he had gotten there, or a single reason about why he was wearing a completely white suit. His hands and arms also ached like he had done something very intense with them moments prior.

Panic began to filter into his chest as he realized that if he had no idea who he was or where he was, then there was a very good chance that he was in danger. He stumbled forward so that he could get out of the alleyway that he was in and maybe to some people who could bring him to the police. He wasn’t very keen on the idea of having to talk to officers of the law, though he of course didn’t know why, but it was the only thing that he could think of.

Viktor’s breath dragged through his mouth in haggard little gasps like his lungs had suddenly forgotten what their only purpose in life was. He turned his head both left and right and saw that he recognized nothing, though if he had no memories then that was to be expected.

The only thing about that fact that was more of a red flag than his apparent amnesia was that he had enough sense of what his memories were to understand that he did not belong here. Nothing looked familiar, the people looked strange and frightening and not at all like what he had been expecting. He kept rushing forward as the adrenaline finally hit his system and mixed with the anxiety about knowing that he was in a strange, unfamiliar, and most likely hostile, world.

He didn’t even register that the ground underneath him was no longer the pale cement of the sidewalk but rather the uneven recently chip-sealed asphalt of the street until he heard the honking of a horn. The next thing that Viktor was able to register was the feeling of him being thrown several feet to the side as a car desperately tried to stop before hitting him. He fell down onto the asphalt with a grunt and then his head took the brunt of the impact for the upper part of his body. He fell limply down to the ground and let the dream world take hold of him, unaware of what the future was going to have in store for him or what the past was.

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The world felt like it was spinning rather dramatically as they were dumped out of the space-time continuum and back into something that their brains could actually process. Five stumbled forward and then immediately flipped around so that he could reach for his partners. Viktor had to be feeling awful after being so heavily medicated for God only knows how long and then forced to blow up the moon. He also didn’t know how Lila was going to take being thrust through time in such an uncivilized way compared to what she was used to.

Instead, what he was met with was a street wrecked with havoc. The ground that had once been laid out in a perfect asphalt road, traversed by the people going about their lives every day was now ripped up in several spots and strewn with the bodies of both civilians and soldiers alike. Huge warps of metal from the tanks around them were laying about as well, halfway through a store window on the other side of the street and overturned right next to them. Soldiers, both recognizable American and foreign ones, were shouting back and forth at each other as they unleashed Hell on one another.

“Shit,” Five whispered as he turned around and saw even more destruction on the other side. It was obvious that this had been the main street, bedecked with shop fronts. Each one of them had been completely destroyed since this unknown war had started. The war that shouldn’t have been here in the first place and was currently ravaging the streets of Dallas.

“We did it again, didn’t we?” Lila asked as she finished taking in the same sight that Five was seeing.

“Of course we did,” Five said, voice bitter in his mouth.

He turned around just in time to see the siblings they had dumped in the wrong time. Luther jumped down from the roof of a building and picked up one of the foreign, Five noted that their uniforms looked like they were from the Soviet Union, soldiers and tossed them into the storefront on the opposite of the street before he jumped to the next building to handle whatever was going on there. Klaus was standing on top of the wreckage of a large tank, his hands outstretched in front of him as he brought back thousands of dead soldiers to fight again. Diego was curving the bullets of a gun that he was firing back into the heads of the advancing enemy line, flickering back and forth around his siblings so that he could protect their blind spots. Allison approached a huge group of soldiers and said, “I heard a rumor that I blew your minds.”

Five grimaced and turned his head away from the gorey sight as blood and gray brain matter splattered messily over the street. The last person that he saw was who he had been looking for originally. Viktor floated down from the rooftop that Luther had been on before, obviously a vantage point that they had been using when the fight started, his clothing a stark white and the blooming star in his chest shining so brightly that it hurt to look at. He released a huge wave of energy, shattering the rest of the glass in the area into sand and sending everything other than his siblings to their knees.

Both of them were suddenly grabbed by the neck and moved out of the way from a stray bullet before they were engulfed in a shroud of blue and white. Five ripped away from the person that was holding him before Lila had the chance to, whirling around as he prepared to fight them. “Hazel?” he asked, squinting his eyes at the other man.

The aforementioned man chuckled at him, causing crows’ feet far deeper than they had been the last time they had seen each other to crinkle around his eyes. “Hey there, old timer.”

“What are you doing here? I thought that you would be enjoying your retirement with that donut lady by now,” Lila said as she too wiggled free of the life-saving hold he had on the back of her shirt.

“I did. We got several good, long years together,” Hazel nodded.

“She’s dead?” Five asked, lips pursing in displeasure. Agnes had been a little crass with him when they had first met, but she was still kind and didn’t deserve to perish like so many Commission-spouses did. It was dangerous, being a temporal assassin, but it was almost more dangerous to be the completely untrained spouse of one.

“Cancer,” Hazel nodded. The other assassins felt the tension leave them a bit as soon as they knew that she hadn’t been taken out by one of their own. Cancer was a nasty way to go, but at least it was something that normal people dealt with.

“At least you got some semblance of a normal life,” Lila nodded. Five glanced at her before he turned back to the ex-Commission agent. It was like the more time that the duo spent together the more they were becoming the same person. Normally that would have bothered Five, with his intense desire to be the best in everything that he tried to accomplish, but this time he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was glad that Lila was by his side and that her brain worked in much the same way that his did.

Hazel took a deep breath and then gave a rather unsteady nod of his head. “But I’m not here to catch up. As you just saw, the world is going to end in ten days. I brought you back to this day so that you’d have plenty of time to find whoever causes it and gets rid of it. You’re the best assassins that the Commission will ever see,” he chuckled.

“Do you still work for them, then?” Lila asked, her hackles raising. She was still defensive when it was brought up because she had spent nearly a decade of her life trying to forget that it ever existed while being constantly aware that her mother could find her and ruin the perfect life that she had with her husband.

There was still a very real chance that the Handler would find them here and try to ruin them in a new way that she hadn’t tried already. Knowing her, she would try the exact same thing in the exact same way again just to make sure that it not working the first time wasn’t a fluke. She was rather egotistical in that way, that no matter how many times it was proven that her plans didn’t always work the first time she was dead-set that she had the best solution for whatever the problem may have been.

“Hazel, you said that we have ten days, when are we?”

“Dallas, Texas, 1963,” he replied immediately. It was protocol for Commission members to answer like that to each other since they were bouncing across time and space so often.

“Shit,” Five whispered. “You wouldn't happen to know where the rest of our party was dropped, would you?”

“I quit the Commission, remember? I don’t owe them the fuzz off my peaches and I’m afraid that if I went back there then the Handler would have my head on a plate,” he chuckled. “I’m just here to keep a promise to Agnes. So I’m going to have to leave the world saving and sibling finding to the two of you.”

Five wanted to scream. He thought that he had just solved the problem that he had been working on for the majority of his adult life, only to be met with the exact same one that he knew less about. After living in the first apocalypse, the one that Viktor had caused by blowing up the moon, he had learned a lot about it and what might have caused it. While he knew that this one was caused by nuclear warfare, he had no idea what the cause of the invasion of Soviet troops into Texas was. 

“If you’re not working with the Commission, then who are they?” Lila asked as she pointed down the street to where three blond men were getting off of a bus. They didn’t look much like the other civilians muddling about in the street even if they were trying very hard to. Their clothing matched that of the 60s far more than Five and Lila’s did, even Hazel stuck out more aesthetically than they did, but there was something peculiar about them. 

Just as the last one stepped off of the bus, Hazel shoved the briefcase at the duo and succeeded in also shoving them back down and away from the gunfire that was suddenly directed at him. Five immediately figured out what was going on. Despite the fact that he was exhausted, he grabbed Lila’s hand and then dragged her a few feet away from the bench so that they were hiding behind a car and a drop box so that they could take a moment. Their elderly friend wasn’t so lucky when it came to avoiding the rain of bullets. Hazel’s body dropped down against the bench that he had been sitting on when the firing of the guns paused, red blood soaking through his white shirt and black jacket.

“Shit,” Five whispered. He knew that it was foolish, but he had been hoping that he could avoid this kind of thing now that he was no longer working for the Commission. He had seen so much death when he was stuck in the apocalypse, encountering body after body (both human and animal alike) decaying and rotting under the near ever-present sun.

“Oh, shit,” Lila swore as she looked down at the briefcase. It was now riddled with bullet holes that allowed the luminescent blue color from the machine work inside to shine through. 

Anger rushed through the older assassin as he threw the now useless piece of equipment onto the cement that they were standing on. “How many times did I say it? How many times did I say ‘bullet proof briefcases’?” he demanded.

“We don’t have time for this!” Lila reminded him loudly. She grabbed his hand and then mirrored his ability so that they were transported onto the top of a roof where the Commission workers weren’t going to be able to find them. She took in a gasping breath as all of her energy was drained from pulling space around them in the way that she had. It hadn’t been all that long since they had sent several people through both space and time, which Five knew was one of the most draining things that they could do with his powers.

Knowing that the murderous trio wasn’t above shooting towards a civilian house if they were able to see their marks, Five grabbed her and dragged her down so that they were both laying flat.

He didn’t even notice the way that their fingers wove together as they lay flat on their backs, staring up at the cloudless sky while listening to the sounds of murmuring voices and footsteps. It took a long, long time for the talking to die down enough for them to feel comfortable getting up and looking at the street on the other side of the building. There was always the chance that the Commission agents could still be there, waiting for the right time to shoot them both clear through the head.

They were met with civilians going about their daily lives instead of three murderous goons sent to kill them by Lila’s mother. The woman let out a sigh of relief and collapsed against the cement once more, her cheek pressed into the cold stone. “I wish I could go back to the way that things were before. I mean, I always knew that something like this was going to happen since my mother was pretty damn Hell bent on making the apocalypse happen, but I always held onto hope that she would forget or something.”

Five let out a small hum of acknowledgement. He stood up and adjusted the way that his suit was laying over his chest and shoulders. As soon as he had finished, he reached a hand down to help Lila stand up. She gratefully took it and then did the same to her evening gown. They were quite the couple, dressed up like they had been invited to a gala during the middle of the day. 

“We should find the others before we try to figure out how to save the world, right?” he asked.

Lila gave him a firm nod. “That’s the only way that we’re really going to be able to figure out how it works anyway. We might have been able to do it with a contact that has access to the infinite switchboard, but that’s not really an option seeing as the Commission is most likely completely under my mother’s control.”

The duo stood there for a moment as they thought about what they were going to do next. Five teleported them down to the ground and then linked her arm in his so that they looked like a couple. He may not have had a golden band on his finger that matched hers, but it would be easier for them to pass as a married couple that got done with a fancy dinner than a pair of ruffled time travelers. Lila didn’t seem to mind as she leaned into the warmth of his side and let out a pleased hum in the back of her throat.

Five kept a careful gaze on anywhere that they could get information on when the rest of their family had landed and why. He knew that the apocalypse wouldn’t be happening in Dallas if they weren’t already there, so he didn’t have to worry about them truly being scattered across time and space.

He pulled Lila close and then whispered in her ear, “Take a look at the third window up. I think that someone is taking pictures of us.”

She turned her gaze expertly towards the window so that it looked like she was admiring the buildings. It was nice to have someone that was just as competent as he was, Five thought happily to himself. It didn’t help that he was rapidly falling in love with the other assassin on top of admiring her abilities and training. “Do you think that he has an idea about where our family could be?”

“There’s only one way to check,” Five shrugged. They turned so that they were walking up to the front of the abandoned store front. It was clear that it hadn’t been a store for a couple of years, as the paint on the front of the window was beginning to peel which left a scattering of half-formed letters that created nonsense words.

They made their way up to the door like they knew exactly what they were doing. It was almost scary how easily Five was able to lean into the fake relationship that the two of them had created to be able to complete their plan in peace. He supposed that it shouldn’t have been, because it was with Lila and he was already in love with her. They had also both been trained by the same women, which he was sure lended some ease to their ability to do it so quickly and efficiently.

Five reached out and gave the doorknob to the front of the building and good tug. When he was met with nothing but resistance, he glanced behind him and then teleported into the building. Lila had subtly moved in front of him so that if anyone happened to be passing by they wouldn’t see him use his power and get suspicious.

As soon as he was inside, he had to pause for a moment to regain his breath. He desperately needed some coffee or food before he continued to use his powers. He knew that if he kept pushing himself like this for much longer then he was going to become so worn down that he couldn’t even move, let alone control the space-time continuum around him.

Shaking off those thoughts, he unlocked the door and then let Lila in. He closed it behind her and locked it securely so that no one would be able to follow them without them knowing. Contrary to popular belief, many of the Commission agents hadn’t been taught lock picking well enough to figure out how to do without quite a bit of shouting and noise.

“Should we go find our mark?” Lila asked as she linked arms with the man. Despite the fact that they were no longer outside and thus didn’t need to keep up their ruse, Five allowed it. He hadn't realized how badly he had craved physical contact until he was getting it, even in the small doses that they could manage between dealing with the situations they kept finding themselves in.

The main part of the building looked like it had been a storefront at one point, but now it was filled with random bits of furniture and for the most part empty. It was clear that someone still lived there, though, as the dust on the floor was only along the edges of the walls and in the corners of the room. If the building had remained completely untouched then there would have been a fine layer of dust over every part. It was reassuring to both of the assassins to know that they had come into the right place and they were going to find whoever had been watching them.

They both ascended up the stairs to a part of the building that had been done up like a home. Everything fit in the space rather oddly, but it was well-lived in. “Hello?” Lila called.

A squirely man with short blond hair and a terrified expression on his face emerged from one of the rooms. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

“We’re selling encyclopedias,” Five deadpanned.

Lila shot him a look and then turned back to the occupant of the building. “We saw that you were taking pictures of us and we wanted to know why,” she said easily. She hadn’t moved away from Five, so they were still leaning into each other and linked at the arm.

The man wrung his hands in front of him as he began to pace around the house. “I knew that I should have been more subtle about it but you’re the sixth appearance in that back alleyway in the last three years alone! I’m sorry if I was bothering you, I just try to keep track of all of the beings that end up there as part of my research.”

“Oh, he’s crazy,” Lila nodded as she listened to him ramble. She said it quiet enough that the man wouldn’t have been able to hear it but Five picked up on it clearly.

“I think that he’s been seeing the others. They must have all ended up in the same alleyway but at different points in time,” he nodded. That made sense, overall. Five was very good about being able to do calculations on how to move through space since that was what he had been training for since he was at least four years old. Time was trickier, though. Not only did he have very little experience with it outside of using the brief cases, he knew that time wasn’t exactly as stagnant as space was. The fact that his siblings had all landed in same spot but in different times was something that they could work with, especially if they were the last to arrive.

Five detached himself from Lila’s arm and then immediately regretted it. Her presence next to him was enough to calm the frenzied near-constant movement of his thoughts but the warmth of her body pressed up against his side soothed the panicked animal in his mind. It was a beast that not even he understood, pacing back and forth at the edge of a cage while waiting for some innocent child to step too close so that it could feast. It needed something that Five was unsure of, though he was beginning to suspect that it was human contact.

“How long have you been documenting the arrivals in the back alleyway?” he asked. He spotted a bulletin board that looked like every pop-culture conspiracy theorist that Five had been exposed to when Klaus had been able to get his hands on old DVDs. They would sneak up to an empty attic room and watch them for hours with Diego and Ben, making sure never to involve Luther so they didn’t get caught. Five had no idea if that had continued after he left or not since Viktor hadn’t been involved either.

The man ran a hand over his head as he turned in a half circle back to the bulletin board full of red string and then turned back around so that he was facing the both of them. “I-I, wait are you saying that this is all real?”

The two assassins glanced at each other. Lila took a step forward, folding her arms over the front of her chest. “Have you ever heard of Area 51?”

Five was certain that wasn’t going to be able to work, but he trusted to her to have a plan that went beyond that single question. She didn’t need to, apparently, because the man that they were interrogating was so close to fully believing his own theories that he just accepted what she was telling him. “Oh my God, you mean that this is all real?” he asked as he pointed back towards the board once more.

“It certainly is, now are you going to answer our questions?” she asked. Her voice took on a dangerous lilt that made a flare of arousal rush through Five. He wanted to explore that tone a bit more when they weren’t desperately trying to save the world from ending.

“S-since they started showing up, I think. I’ve only been able to photograph five of them, not counting the two of you,” he moved to the side so that he was pointing to things on his board but they were also able to clearly see them.

He pointed to a grainy picture of Klaus that had been taken out of a newspaper. It looked almost like an arrest picture, especially with the smile that Five’s brother had stretched over his face- he was easily able to recognize it as the one that Klaus would give their father when he knew that he was doing something that he wasn’t supposed to. “This was the first one to show up,” the man explained. “I saw him when he was leaving the alley. He looked like he was talking to someone who wasn’t there which is why I first started suspecting the possibility of extraterrestrial life. He was probably communing with someone back on your home base or on the ship that dropped him off, is what I thought.”

“This was the second,” he pointed to a picture of Allison. “She didn’t fit in at all so I knew that it wasn’t just a coincidence at that point. She had to be one of you,” he pointed back towards Lila and Five.

“Then came this one,” he pointed to a picture of Luther. The rest of the pictures of their family was shaky and slightly blurry, but this was one was very clear. “He kept coming back to the alley for about six months. I mean, every one of them came back and visited a couple of times except for the last two but he was the biggest repeater. He would stand back there and call a woman’s name over and over again. Allison, I think?”

“That checks,” Five muttered under his breath. Even though he had disappeared when he was thirteen, he had been there for the very beginning of the puppy dog eyes between the two of them. 

The man continued. “This one I have the most information on because there were a couple of articles written that fit his description. He showed up about six months ago,” he pointed towards an actual mug shot of Diego. There had been a bit of a question if the picture of Klaus had been taken for some article in the paper or if it was an arrest picture, but this shot of Diego definitely was.

“This was the last one to show up. I guess that makes sense since she was dressed the closest to you two. It made quite a kerfuffle and there was even an article in the paper. We haven’t had someone like that in a long time,” he explained as he pointed to a picture of the man that both of the assassins were in love with.

Murderous intent flowed through Five when he heard the dismissive misgendering of the man he was so in love with that it hurt. He knew that they were in a different time period where trans people were considered to be mentally unwell, but he also knew that something horribly invasive had to have happened to Viktor for anyone to find out that he wasn’t a cis male given everything that he had done to medically transition back in their time.

“He,” Lila corrected almost immediately.

“But the paper said that she was a transvestite,” the man objected, giving his head a small shake. 

“My husband uses he/him pronouns and you will refer to him as such unless you want to know what it feels like to have your toenails pulled off one by one,” Lila threatened, the dark tone taking over her voice once more. She stepped forward so that she was intimidatingly close to their informant. Her heels made her tall enough that they were on the same level, staring into each other’s eyes.

He gave a shaky nod. “R-right.”

She then stepped down so that she was beside Five once more. He turned to her and watched her movements carefully. He had never felt more in love with someone in his entire life than he felt for Lila in that exact moment. She was like him in many ways and that made him even more attracted to her than he would be for her sarcastic charm and rugged beauty. She was sadistically protective over their shared lover and very aggressive about showing her love. Five admired that.

Five took a step off to the left, his hands jammed into the pocket of his suit to try and feign non-chalantness. “You don’t mind if we stay with you, do you…?” he trailed off, realizing that he didn’t know the name of the man that they were currently terrorizing.

“Eliot,” he replied, his voice almost getting stuck in the back of his throat as he spoke. “A-and it’s no problem for you to stay here with me. It’s not like I have anything else going on.”

“Good,” Five replied without thinking twice about it. There were too many thoughts buzzing around in his head for him to do that. He had to find all of his siblings, stop the end of the world, and then get them back to the lives that they were leading before The Handler came in and ruined everything. He took a deep breath, subtly so that neither of the other occupants in the room could see him.

He motioned for Lila to come with him as he took a step forward further into the strange building that had been transformed into Eliot’s house. They walked into what appeared to be his bedroom and then let the door shut behind them. Five grasped his tie and removed it before he began to work on undoing the buttons as well.

Lila was staring at the wording against the strange glass window that was next to the bed before she turned to the side and saw what he was doing. “Woah, take me out to dinner first,” she cackled.

Five rolled his eyes, “We’re not going to blend in very well walking around like we’ve just come out of a dinner party, are we?”

She rolled her head back and forth as she considered it and then said, “I guess not. But Eliot’s not going to have anything that will fit me.”

“I’m going to change and then I can go out and find you something. We should rest for an hour or two before we go out to try and find some of the others,” Five explained. He was working on his cuffs, his jacket already deposited on the bed behind him along with his tie.

Lila brought her hand up to her mouth and began to chew on the skin next to her thumb. Her hands were covered in callouses, both from guns and the instruments that she played and it was curious to see how she treated them after everything she had been through. Viktor was always very careful with his hands when they were children because he didn’t want to risk not being able to play, since it was one of the only things to bring him any joy back then, but Lila was a lot rougher with herself. It spoke a lot for the way that she had been raised.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice softening significantly as he walked up to her. He grasped her hands and brought her close to him so that she was pressed against the bare skin of his torso. 

She looked down at the rippling muscles covered by sun-tanned skin and her own cheeks darkened with blood. “I just don’t like the idea of you going out there by yourself. I know that we’re both worn out from that fight and all of the jumping that we’ve been having to do but I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I’ll be fine, Lila,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. She closed her eyes, her lips pushing into a fine line. She didn’t say anything else or protest any further but he could tell that she was still upset. “If I’m not back in twenty minutes then you can come looking for me.”

“Right,” she nodded. She tilted her head up before she cupped both sides of his face with her calloused hands and then brought their lips together in a kiss. It was a lot less passionate than the one in the theater had been. This kiss felt more like a reassurance, a promise that Five would return back to her in once piece and that they would be able to figure this whole thing out.

They broke apart and Five hovered for a moment longer before he finished changing. He left his clothes in a heap on the bed as he quickly made his way out of the house to find something for Lila to wear. He was able to locate it on a washing line outside of an apartment building. It was a long sleeved white shirt and a plain looking brown corduroy dress that would both fit her and help them blend in to the society that they had found themselves hopelessly lost in.

He returned back to the apartment to find her sitting on the edge of the bed while toying with what looked like a tape package, something that someone might find next to an ancient looking camera. Five didn’t pay much mind to it because he assumed that it was another one of the alien-proof items that Eliot had strewn about the house. “Here,” he dumped the clothes next to her on the bed.

She glanced up and when she saw that it was him her shoulders visibly relaxed. “Did you know that there is not a single clock in this entire place? I had no way of keeping track of you so I had to count the fucking minutes.”

“Were you really worried about me?” Five asked, a devious grin slipping over his face. Lila was fun to tease, especially now that he was going to be staying by her side of the foreseeable future so didn’t have to worry about leaving her in a state of distress. 

“Of course I was, you absolute asshole!” she huffed, pushing his shoulder gently.

Five chuckled and then grabbed her by the waist. She was still wearing the evening gown that she had been planning to watch Viktor’s concert in, so she was absolutely ravishing. Five leaned down and pressed their lips together in a long-lasting kiss that felt like it was stealing the air from both of their lungs. The anger melted out of her at that and she loosely wrapped her arms around the back of his neck to deepen the kiss even further. “You’re a lot sweeter than you seem,” he murmured when they broke apart long enough that he could get the words out.

“And you’re more handsome the more of a dick you are,” she said, though she sounded a little bit put out about that fact. He couldn’t wait to be in the kind of situation where he could actually explore that fact.

He took a step to the left to bring them towards the bed. “Change and then join me so that we can rest, alright?”

She gave him a nod and then walked to the other side of the room. Five toed off his shoes and then collapsed back against the bed. He made sure that he was sleeping up against the wall so that he didn’t have to worry about anyone coming in and surprising him while he was trying to rest. He knew that it was very unlikely given that no one knew where they were and Lila was also a highly trained assassin, but he needed it to make himself feel safe after the way that he had grown up.

Lila made sure that he wasn’t looking, though she knew that she wouldn’t mind if he saw her in the nude, and then removed her evening gown. She quickly pulled on the shirt and then got the corduroy dress properly into place. It fit over her well, which made her wonder just how long Five had been staring at her body to be able to get her measurements so perfectly.

She walked back over to the bed and then clambered in next to him. She felt kind of bad uprooting Eliot’s life, but she knew that he had been waiting for this moment for at least three years. He was probably frothing at the mouth at the mere idea that aliens (even though they were really time-traveling assassins who had brought the apocalypse with them) would be using his bed to rest.

She turned on her side so that the side of her head was resting against Five’s shoulder. He quickly got the message of what she wanted and then wrapped his arm around her shoulders to bring her closer to him. He adjusted a little bit so that one of his huge, calloused hands was resting on her hip to keep her close to him. “We’ll rest and then we’ll go to that mental institution that Diego was sent to. He’ll be the easiest to find out of everyone. Then we can look for Viktor after we get a better chance of knowing what’s been going on.”

“Right,” Lila murmured. She felt a bit of guilt crop up in her stomach when she realized that she had completely forgotten about her husband for a time. She hadn’t mean to, of course. She loved Viktor with her entire heart and soul and she knew that she always would, but she was also rather wrapped up in her new love. There were so many thoughts swirling through her head, allowing her to worry both about how she was coming off to Five, what was going to happen to the world if they weren’t able to save it in time, and whether or not her mother was going to be able to find them. She let the guilt fester for a moment before she soothed it by reminding herself that Viktor was strong and knew how to use his powers. He was going to be able to handle himself so she didn’t have to worry about him as much as she did the other problems. Though, she reasoned, she could probably spend more time saving the world and less wondering what Five thought about her.

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[nightmaresart]

Gonna be back on the tua grind soon bc all that I'm doing rn is making Leon the sibling who runs his mouth and is insulting everyone😭

[glasscannonviktor]

i heard a rumor you think you’re just ordinary (derogatory) 

[waltongoggins]

the fact that they have to like explain the incest to vanya and its supposed to be funny and then immediately rely on the "we arent biologically related!!!" excuse is so gross and ugly i hate this show

[greatloss]

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽  :  𝙵𝚄𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂. . .     [  1  /  ?  ]

five is ambidextrous,  but predominantly left - handed.

he sleeps with at least one light on nearby     [  nobody tells you how dark the world can get without any electricity, and the fires only burned bright enough for a handful of months at most before snuffing out  ].

any scars or injuries he sustained during his time in the apocalypse have been surgically modified thanks to the commission,  though ones he acquired during employment there somehow retained themselves through the de-aging     [  similar to the tracker remaining in his arm after the fact  ].     he’s never been sure how he feels about it.

as a child,  five was actually a pretty picky eater     [  crusts off,  no food touching,  texture-picky,  etc  ],     but during the apocalypse,  that obviously couldn’t last long if he didn’t want to starve     [  it’s hard to validate your texture-pickiness when you find yourself having to eat cockroaches  ].

his favorite music genre is classical or jazz     [  a part of him has always been drawn to the idea of learning the piano,  but mostly just as a hobby.     nothing’s ever really come of it  ].

he has a big sweet tooth,  but once again,  it’s more of a backseat preference post apocalypse due to most preferences for anything getting watered down to only what’s necessary to survive or accomplish his goals.

after scavenging for so long,  he finds money to be quite a nuisance,  despite his rather lavish upbringing materially.

speaking of,  he’s a bit of a minimalist,  but with what he does deem necessary to have,  he can be a bit of a hoarder     [  thanks scavenging lifestyle x2  ].

due to pretty much chronic stress at this point,  five is very prone to headaches,  insomnia, and general aches and pains just from the constant tension.     he’s fairly equipped to simply ignore it and keep on keeping on,  but everyone has their limits     [  as much as five acts otherwise  ].

his favorite color is green     [  fresh,  deep greens  ].

five is not a good cook  ;  he’s not likely to burn the house down or anything, and he’s probably surprisingly good at finding things to throw together to eat,  he just has next to no experience cooking / baking any actual dishes or meals™ whatsoever     [  not that he wouldn’t be     [  secretly  ]     delighted to learn  ].

[thundergrace]

First Kill fans gotta grind out streams until July 10th when Stranger Things is coming back on July 1st. After fighting for its life with The Umbrella Academy. The way @netflix sets up queer content for failure is so transparent and ridiculous. They don't prioritize it or market it. They don't strategize. I know I'm 100% right in my theory that June 3rd was a better release date and setup for the 30-day launch streaming window, so they damn sure knew it.

If they cared about First Kill, they'd have released it on June 3rd, well after Stranger Things S4.1 and before TUA came back and wrapping up those critical 30 days just as Stranger Things S4.2 dropped.

I'm furious at their carelessness and disregard when it comes to Queer, Black and POC driven projects. They buy our content for cheap, farm it and throw it away. Despicable.

[mrs-gucci]

Gucci’s Girl [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read!

**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. Apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. fluff. grinding. multiple orgasms. pretty vanilla sex.

(possible) tw’s: infidelity (he’s engaged, not married).

SMUT under the CUT!

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

“Y/N, will you stay after for a bit?”

Mr. Gucci walks over to your desk.

“I need to ask you something.”

You nod, smiling up at your boss.

“Of course, Mr. Gucci.”

Inside, you were panicking. 

He’s never asked you to stay after work before, except on your first day, which made sense.  But this doesn’t make sense… 

He returns the smile.

“Excellent. Just come to my office.”

You continue to work, faxing and typing away until the clock read five. 

Everyone else begins to pack up and bids you farewell as you make your way up to Mr. Gucci’s office.

The wooden door has never looked more intimidating than it does in this moment, as you raise your knuckles and knock.

“Entra in.” (Come in.)

You take a deep breath before you turn the handle, forcing a smile on your face.

He looks so scary and intimidating when he sits at his desk, a fact that, when you told him, made him laugh.

“Ah, yes, Y/N. Come in, sit down.”

The chairs in his office are top-of-the-line, a refreshing change from the less-than luxurious chairs out on the floor.

Mr. Gucci lights a cigarette and takes a drag before standing up and walking around to take a seat in the chair next to you.

When he sees your confused expression, he laughs softly, taking another drag.

“I know you think I look scary sitting back there, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

Your eyes go wide.

“O-Oh, that’s not what I meant—“

“I know, tesoro.”

He chuckles, eyes flickering over your face before he speaks again. 

“So, the annual House of Gucci Ball is coming up, as you know.”

You nod.

“And, I was wondering...would you want to...come with me?”

Your stomach drops.

“W-What?”

The CEO looks incredibly flustered and anxious, a new look for him.

“My fiancée isn’t feeling well and as the head of the House, I really don’t want to go alone…”

In a bold move, you reach out and gently place your hand over his. He looks up at you, and you smile.

“I’d, uhh, I’d love to go, sir. It would be my pleasure.”

“Great.”

The corners of his lips tug up into a genuine smile and his eyes dart away from yours as he takes another drag.

“I’ll have the company tailor come in tomorrow and take your measurements for a gown. And you’ll come here three hours beforehand in order to have hair and makeup done.”

You’re still partially in shock as he discusses dresses and makeup and hair. 

It’s become clear to you over the past few weeks that he has feelings for you, and you think they’re the same feelings that you have for him. 

But obviously, neither of you can act on them, no matter how badly you wish you could. He’s set to be married in a few months, and there’s a very strict company policy that forbids relationships between workers and their supervisors.

So, it left this unresolved tension between the two of you, and you literally just agreed to spend an entire night at an event with him.

The reality hits and you feel lightheaded.

Oh my god, I’m going to the company ball with Maurizio Gucci.

Four Weeks Later

The elevator dings and you step out into the now-vacant office. You see several people standing around a portable salon setup, and they all turn to look at you.

“Miss Y/N?”

One of them asks.

You nod.

“Si.” (Yes.)

They quickly sit you down in the chair and begin applying makeup and doing your hair.

-

You’re tearing up a little bit as you look at yourself in the mirror. Clad in a long, form-fitting gown and in full hair and makeup, you look and feel like a princess.

The stylist hands you a small accent clutch and almost immediately after, the elevator dings, and Mr. Gucci steps out, clad in a snappy black suit, not unlike what he wears at work everyday. 

That man is never not in a suit, you’ve learned.

His eyes go wide as you step down from the small platform. Your cheeks warm under his intense gaze.

The stylist looks nervous as his eyes roam your figure. 

She speaks up a moment later, voice meek.

“Il vestito e il trucco soddisfano i suoi standard, signore?” (Does the dress and makeup meet your standards, sir?)

He tears his eyes away from you, and nods at the stylist.

“Ha superato le mie aspettative.” (It’s exceeded my expectations.)

You’re blushing madly now, unable to meet his eyes as you feel him looking at you again.

Soon, the stylist packs up and leaves just you and Mr. Gucci alone. 

He clears his throat, breaking the silence.

“You look...beautiful, absolutely beautiful, tesoro.”

You bite your lip as you look up at him, absolutely starstruck by his handsomeness. He somehow manages to look better and more attractive every time you see him. 

“You’re too sweet, sir.”

He takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. 

“Please, I’m Maurizio tonight.”

You nod, trying his name on your tongue. 

“Maurizio.”

Mr. Gucci smiles as he releases your hand.  “We have a few minutes before the car gets here...would you like some water? Espresso?”

“I’m alright, but thank you.” You say. 

A few moments of sexually-charged silence lingers between you two.

“Thank you for agreeing to join me tonight.”

He says suddenly.

“I always enjoy our time together, Y/N.”

You smile.

“Me too.”

“Really? You do?”

Maurizio blushes slightly.

“It’s just...I’m an old man, you’re a young woman...”

You chuckle as you reach out to hold his hand.

“You’re not old, sir—Maurizio. And yes, really, I do enjoy our time together.”

“I’m glad.”

He says, eyes flicking down to your lips as he leans in a little bit.

Wait...what? Is he gonna… Fuck, oh god, this can’t happen...

Honk!

He flinches at the sound, standing up straight and clearing his throat.

“I guess the car is here.”

You chuckle nervously as he holds out his hand, and you take it, walking alongside him to the elevator. 

It’s a short drive to the hotel and when you two arrive, there are swarms of paparazzi, all crowding around the car when the driver pulls to the curb. 

Maurizio clearly sees your overwhelmed expression and tension, reaching over to squeeze your hand. 

“Don’t worry, tesoro. Just stay by my side and don’t answer any of their questions, yes?”

You nod and he gets out, walking around to open your door and help you out of the car. Immediately, when the press sees that you’re not his fiancée, the cameras flash even more rapidly and voices overlap one another. 

“Sei la nuova fidanzata di Maurizio?” (Are you Maurizio’s new girlfriend?)

“Maurizio, dov’e la tua fidanzata?” (Maurizio, where’s your fiancée?)

“Strumento a mano.” (Gold digger.)

“Puttana americana.” (American whore.)

They were all basically on top of you, asking so many questions and saying so many things about you, it was incredibly overwhelming.

Suddenly, Maurizio’s voice boomed through the crowd, and everyone fell silent.

“Lasciala in pace!” (Leave her alone!)

His arm wraps tighter around your waist, pressing you even further into his side as he walks you both into the building. The cameras and crowds were almost completely silent, still, and you were just trying to process it all as the two of you walked into the event, you still tucked into his side.

He stopped just inside the door and let you go, taking your hands instead, eyebrows furrowed with worry. 

“Are you okay, tesoro? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

You shake your head, still trembling a little bit. 

“N-No, I’m okay, just a little shaken up.”

“They’re vicious and relentless...mi dispiace. I should’ve warned you about them beforehand, but I’m relieved that you’re okay.” (I’m sorry)

“It’s okay, Maurizio, really.”

You smile sadly.

“Thank you for helping me.”

He wraps an arm around you again, gently squeezing your hip before rubbing it lightly. 

“Of course, anything for mi tesoro. I’m indebted to you for joining me tonight.”

You’re blushing, eyes darting away from his. 

“Oh no, that’s not necessary. It’s an honor to accompany you, and I’m sorry that my presence caused so much trouble for you, with the press.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles, eyes lingering on you for a moment before guiding you into the massive ballroom. 

You’re absolutely stunned by the beauty of it, the chandeliers glittering on the ceiling as they illuminate the entire room. 

Maurizio seems to notice your staring, and pauses as well, chuckling softly. 

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it?”

You turn to him and nod, smiling. 

“It’s beautiful.”

Once you get inside and take your seats, Maurizio is immediately flocked with people wanting to speak with him. Some of them give you a judgemental glance or gaze, and you just look away, taking another sip of your wine. 

This is gonna be a long night.

-

Naturally, Maurizio has been talking to people nonstop all night, which was expected of course, but for some reason, you’d sort of hoped he’d make some time for just the two of you. You genuinely enjoy his company, he’s actually really kind and funny when he’s not in ‘work mode’. 

Why would he do that for you? You’re just his replacement date, Y/N, nothing more.

So, you sit back in your chair and casually nibble at the new dinner course that was put on your plates a few minutes ago. 

A dance song begins to play and suddenly, Maurizio stands up and holds his hand out for you. 

“Would you like to dance, mi tesoro?”

“Absolutely.”

You blush, biting your lip as you stand up.

He places his hand on the small of your back as you two walk onto the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck while he places his hands on your waist, holding you close as the two of you begin gently swaying to the slow tune. 

“It’s nice to step away from the table for a bit.”

He says, chuckling. 

“I only see these people once a year, so they always want to talk the night away.”

You laugh. 

“I understand, and I’m happy that I could provide an excuse for you to get away, even if only for a few minutes.”

“You’re anything but an excuse, Y/N.”

Maurizio says, blushing a bit. 

“I’ve been wanting to make some time to spend with you, but I haven’t gotten the opportunity. I’m sorry for that, this must be tedious for you.”

You shake your head. 

“No, it’s alright, although I do respect your fiancée much more now that I understand what happens at events like this.”

You jest, and he laughs.

“But, in all seriousness, I’m fine. You shouldn’t feel any obligation to keep me entertained, I understand my role for tonight.”

His face sinks ever so slightly, but he still smiles nonetheless. 

“I did hope to spend some time with you, though. Like I said, I enjoy spending time with you.”

The song suddenly ends and a much more upbeat one takes its place. 

Maurizio’s face seems to light up, and he smiles widely. 

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

You’re suddenly lifted up and spun around. You laugh the entire time and he continues spinning you. 

The whole world seems to fade and suddenly, it’s just you two on the dancefloor. 

Your eyes are glued on one another as he sets you back down, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so genuinely. You briefly wonder how many of these moments he gets to have with his job.

You’re still laughing as he takes your hand and tries to twirl you around. He’s laughing along with you as you start to twirl, but you forgot how long your dress is, and you start to fall backwards.

A strong arm reaches down and scoops you up before you can hit the floor, and suddenly, you’re centimeters away from his face, his breath tickling your skin. 

He’s still smiling as he slowly stands back up with you in his arms. 

“Be careful, tesoro. We’re not taking any trips to the emergency room tonight, okay?”

You smile, unable to bring yourself to take your eyes off of him as you’re placed back onto your feet, his arm still around you, holding you close. 

You allow yourself, for the first time since your internship began, to take in all of his features. You let your eyes drink in his beauty and it feels like time has stopped. He’s even more handsome up-close, his pale skin a stark contrast to his dark eyes and the freckles sprinkled across his features. 

Before you know it, he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours, his lips so close now.

“Voglio davvero baciarti, tesoro.” (I really want to kiss you right now, treasure.)

He whispers.

His voice is so deep, yet soft and full of yearning. It sends a chill down your spine.

“Non ti fermero, bello.” (I’m not going to stop you, handsome.)

“Bene.” (Good.)

He leans forward the rest of the way and your lips connect in a tender embrace. 

You close your eyes and let your hand reach up to cradle the side of his face. 

He soon pulls away, a face-splitting grin on his face. 

You’re wearing a similar expression.

“Mi chiedevo quando l’avresti finalmente fatto.” (I was wondering when you were finally going to do that.)

You giggle, nuzzling your nose against his slightly.

Maurizio laughs softly.

“Mi chiedevo quando avrei dovuto farlo anch’io.” (I was wondering when I was going to do it, as well.)

The moment is quickly ruined when you realize exactly where you are, and you’re afraid to know how many people saw that. You quickly stand up straight and so does he, both of you taking a small step away from each other as you straighten yourselves out. 

When you turn back towards the table, all of the people stare right at you, and you feel your face get hot. You look up at Maurizio when he comes up beside you.

“I think I’ll just catch a cab back to the house…”

You say, looking down.

He looks over at the table, seeing his work colleagues giving you judgemental glares. His finger gently lifts your chin until you’re looking up at him again.

“Let me take you back, tesoro. It’s the least I can do, and we can talk about...everything.”

You nod. 

“I’m really sorry about this…”

Maurizio shakes his head. 

“No, tesoro, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that in such a public space.”

Your cheeks get warmer. 

“Are you saying that you still would’ve done it?”

His cheeks go pink as he looks away. 

“Yes, I still would’ve kissed you, Y/N.”

Is this real?

He clears his throat, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Why don’t you go up to the front while I retrieve our stuff from the table? I’ll make sure that no one says anything or thinks poorly of you.”

“Thank you.”

You say, smiling. 

“I’ll get them to call us a cab.”

He’s at the table for about five minutes while you wait by the door, anxious for what’s to come. 

“Sorry, mi tesoro, they tried to tell me that I shouldn’t leave early. But, I insisted on seeing you safely back to your house.”

“If you need to stay…”

You begin, but are quickly stopped.

“No, I’m going with you.”

You’re so flattered that he would leave the biggest company party of the year just for you. You.

The cab arrives shortly after and you two walk out into the warm Italian night air, hopping into the car. His hand rests gently on your thigh as the car pulls away from the curb. 

He sighs.

“I’m sorry that I got you involved in this. My life is...complicated, especially as someone constantly under the public eye.”

You don’t even want to ask this next question, but you have to.

“Maurizio, are you still engaged?”

His head turns away to look out the window.

“I’m not sure.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean, you aren’t sure? It’s a yes or no question.”

“Patrizia left me last night and she hasn’t come back.”

He says, choking up a bit.

You gently put your hand over his and he looks over at you.

“I’m really sorry, that’s...terrible. Did she say why?”

“I told her that I was taking you tonight, and she got upset.”

He sighed. 

“She asked me if I had feelings for you, since I talk to her about you almost every day…”

“You talk about me?”

Maurizio smiles softly, nodding. “Of course I do. Ever since you’ve been here, the office has been...happier. I’ve been happier.”

You take a deep breath, trying not to freak out over what you’re hearing.

“S-So, when she asked you if you had feelings for me...what did you tell her?”

He turns fully to the side, bringing a hand up to cup your face.

“Le ho detto la verita, che mi sono sentito per te sin dal primo giorno in cui sei entrato in ufficio.” (I told her the truth, that I’ve felt for you since the first day you walked into the office.)

You can’t help but smile as your face warms again, eyes darting away from his as he continues.

“Sono un uomo migliore con te nella mia vita, tesoro.” (I’m a better man with you in my life, treasure.)

“Maurizio, I…”

You begin, trying to find the right words.

“Lo so che non dovrei, ma mi sento anche per te.” (I know I shouldn’t, but I feel for you, too.)

He smiles, leaning in closer.

“Qual e la ragione dell-amore senza rischi?” (What is the point of love without risk?)

This time, you close the gap between your lips. His other hand comes to hold your face as you kiss, so much passion and want in every movement of your lips together. 

You move closer, legs draping over his lap.

Just as you make a move to sit on his lap, the cab pulls up to your house, forcing you apart.

Both of you are panting softly, eyes staring deep into each other’s.

“Tesoro, ti prego, faccio l’amore stasera.” (Treasure, please, let me make love to you tonight.)

He leans in and crashes your lips together again, this kiss filled with urgency, with lust, with need.

You nod, biting your lip.

“Ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te, per favore.” (I want you. I need you, please.)

Maurizio smiles, paying the driver before quickly hopping out of the car, rushing around to let you out. As soon as you step out, you’re swept up off your feet and carried bridal-style to the front door. You unlock the door and he quickly closes it with his foot. 

You reach up and begin planting kisses on his neck, enjoying the way he sighs softly. 

“Which one is yours?”

He asks, breathily.

“Upstairs, the loft.”

He makes his way up the small flight of stairs. 

“Is anyone else here?”

You nod. “They’re all on the first floor.”

Maurizio hums, gently placing you down on the bed before shedding his suit coat, hanging it on your desk chair, followed by his tie. He takes off his loafers and socks, placing them beneath his other clothes.

You’d barely gotten your heels off at the point. He laughs when he turns around and sees you struggling to get the shoes off. He quickly pulls it off and tosses it on the floor, holding your foot while he kisses your ankle and calf. 

He takes a moment to look at you laid back on the bed, once neatly done hair loosened, makeup a bit smudged. His lips pulled up into a smile, teeth playfully scraping at your ankle bone. 

“You have too much on, mi tesoro.”

You smile, standing up and turning away from him, silently asking him to unbutton and unzip your dress. He steps up behind you, breaths hot on your neck as his fingers work the buttons. 

His lips begin planting kisses on your shoulders, soon undoing the zipper, freeing you from the dress. You step out and stand before him in just your underwear, looking away as his eyes rake over your figure. 

Your cheeks grow hotter when you look down to see the tent growing in his dress pants.

“Etereale.” (Ethereal.)

He mutters, fingers working the buttons of his shirt, gently tossing it with his other clothes before working at the buckle on his belt. 

“Formidabile.” (Gorgeous.)

The leather belt was soon tossed onto the growing pile of clothing. He unbuttons his pants before stepping forward again, now almost right up against you. 

His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your palm to the tent in his pants, growling softly when it touches. He leaned forward, lips at your ear.

“For you, tesoro. All for you.”

You shudder as his lips plant kisses all over your neck while his hands roam your bare body, fingers teasing your breasts.

“You’re so sensitive.”

He breathes, hands squeezing your breasts gently. 

“When was the last time someone touched you like this, hm?”

“It’s been a w-while.”

You say, gasping when his thumb rolls over your pebbled nipple. 

“O-Oh…”

Maurizio grins, placing one more kiss on your neck before standing up straight, tugging his pants and boxers down. You watch in amazement when his length bobs as it’s exposed, mouth watering at the sight.

He smirks. “Do you see something you like?”

“Absolutely.”

You reply, biting your lip. 

He laughs softly. 

“Well...would you like to touch it?”

His cheeks flush pink. 

You nod, reaching to wrap your hand around the base. His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he sucks in a breath when you begin stroking.

“Mmmmm, davvero buono.” (so good.)

His head falls back when you increase your pace, hips gently rutting forward. His eyebrows knit in the center of his forehead, small moans escaping his lips.

Suddenly, he pulls away, letting out a shaky breath as his length stirs at the loss of contact.

“You are too good at that, mi tesoro.”

He bites his lip, fingertips teasing the lace waistband of your panties.

“May I touch you now?”

You nod, jumping softly when he all but tears the material down your legs, exposing your folds. He reaches down and cups your center, eyes widening when he feels how wet you are.

“Oh,”

He whispers, fingers tracing up to rub your clit.

“Tesoro...you’re so excited already, and I haven’t even touched you.”

Your hips suddenly buck forward out of instinct, and Maurizio chuckles breathily, rubbing a bit faster. You gasp, breath catching in your throat. 

“S-Shit.”

You allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure, head falling forward onto his chest. The small noises falling from your lips get increasingly louder as you draw closer and closer to release. 

His fingers suddenly push up into you, and you almost cum right on the spot. His digits feel so much better than yours as they begin plunging in and out, scissoring occasionally. 

“Lasciatemi prendere, tesoro, e ti acchiappero.” (Let go for me, treasure, and I will catch you.)

He whispers breathily, stroking faster. 

“Andiamo.” (Let go.)

His fingers curl up inside of you, and after a few rubs on your g-spot, you’re coming with a soft cry. 

“Maurizio...oh mio dio…” (Maurizio...oh my god…)

Your knees buckle and you begin to fall, but he catches you immediately, smiling down at you as his fingers continue to work you through your climax. He leans over to kiss you again, slowly and gently pulling his fingers out. 

“Lay back, mi tesoro, and open your legs.”

He whispers against your lips, standing back up straight as you sit down on the edge of the bed before laying back. 

You spread my legs, ready to receive him, and he smiles as he climbs on top of you. He’s still wearing his glasses, and while you find that humorous and quite frankly cute, it’s also incredibly arousing for some reason. You don’t dwell on it, wanting to focus on the moment unfolding before your eyes. 

Maurizio strokes his hardened length a few times, grunting softly, before rubbing himself across your folds. His eyes shut and he takes a shaky breath as your slick spreads across his cock. He starts pressing and rubbing the tip against your clit for a bit, smirking when your hips buck up against him.

He looks down at you, lining himself up with your entrance. 

“Are you ready? I’ll go slow for you, tesoro.”

You nod and he pushes in slowly, growling softly. He shivers, stopping when he’s about halfway in.

“Is it still okay?”

Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his hips forward while you scoot closer, pushing him in the rest of the way.

“D-Does that answer your question?”

You chuckle.

He laughs breathily, nodding. 

“Indeed, it does.”

You take deep breaths while you adjust to his size, soon nodding, letting him know that it’s okay for him to move. He pulls about halfway out before pushing back in again, exhaling loudly as he establishes a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. 

“O-Oh, cazzo, sei fantastico.” (Oh, fuck, you feel amazing.)

Your jaw hangs open, body bouncing with each of his inward thrusts. You hold onto his biceps for dear life as his pace increases ever so slightly. 

“Maurizio,”

You breathe, looking up into his eyes. 

“Keep going, please.”

The bed squeaks as his hips’ movements grow more desperate. 

“Tesoro, I--cazzo--I’m not going to last.” (fuck)

He says, eyebrows knitted on his forehead.

“I h-haven’t done this--merda--in a w-while.” (shit)

You nod in understanding, moving your hands up to cup the sides of his face.

“It’s okay, M-Maurizio, it’s alright.”

His eyes meet yours as he growls softly, shaking his head. 

“No, it’s n-not. You deserve better, t-the best, Y/N.”

Your thumb swipes on his cheekbone as his eyes tear up with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

“Y-You already are the best, bello, and I w-want you to cum, no m-matter if I have o-or not. I want you to p-pleasure yourself, okay? Don’t worry about m-me.” (handsome)

He smiles softly, falling onto his elbows, lips connecting with yours as he thrusts get harder. He grunts deeply with each thrust, breath hot and heavy on the side of your neck.

“Oh tesoro, I’m...close. Where…”

He searches for the right words, mind clouded with lust. He groans in frustration.

“Dove vuoi che sborra?” (Where do you want me to cum?)

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently. 

“Sono sulla pillola. Puoi sborra dentro, se vuoi, bello.” (I’m on the pill. You can cum inside, if you want, handsome.)

These words seem to awaken something in him, his eyes going black, hips suddenly rutting quickly and desperately into you. 

“Cazzo, sei incredibile, sei perfetto, tesoro.” (Fuck, you’re amazing, you’re perfect, treasure.)

Maurizio buries his face into the crook of your neck as he reaches climax, moans and gasps muffled by your skin. He buries his cock deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release, rutting them desperately as he fills you up.

“Y/N, oh dio, prendi tutto per me. Bene, sei bravissima, mi tesoro.” (Y/N, oh god, take it all for me. Good, you’re so good, my treasure).

As soon as he finishes, his hand reaches down to rub your clit in circles, eyes meeting yours.

“C’mon, let me pleasure you now. Let go, tesoro, give yourself to me.”

Your back arches and your hips grind against his fingers, mouth full of whimpers, whines, and gasps as his fingers rub you. You grab onto his bicep when you cum, looking up into his eyes. 

“Yes, oh Maurizio, yes!”

You gasp, moaning softly as your release spreads throughout your body.

He continues to rub you through it, cock twitching slightly where it still sits inside of you, causing him to growl softly. 

After both of you take a moment to catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out, and you can see that he’s already hard again. He blushes, looking away for a moment.

“I...I’m sorry, that’s never happened before…”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Maurizio, you don’t need to apologize. It’s actually sort of flattering, that I can do that to you.”

He smiles softly, laying down next to you, pulling you back against him. You didn’t realize exactly how hard he actually was until you felt him pressed against your back, and you felt bad.

“Do you…I mean, I can...”

You trail off, a bit embarrassed, hoping he got the point.

Maurizio immediately shakes his head. 

“No, tesoro, don’t worry. I will be okay.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip before you speak.

“If you wanted to, you could...rub it against me.”

You feel his member twitch at your proposition, and you turn around in his arms, looking up at him. His cheeks are bright red.

“Will you show me?”

He asks quietly.

You smile, nodding. 

“All you have to do is start moving your hips against me, using my skin to rub on.”

He experimentally rolls his hips, jaw clenched as he tries to contain himself. 

“O-Oh.”

He tried it again, growling as his cock dragged along your stomach.

“Tesoro, it’s…”

You can’t pretend that this isn’t incredibly arousing for you to watch and feel. His tip was already red and leaking, so you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

“Does it feel good, Maurizio?”

You feel him nod, hips moving faster now as he looks down at you. 

“Yes, cristo, it’s s-so good.” (christ)

His lips crash onto yours and he loops an arm behind you, holding you still as he begins rutting against you, growling into your mouth. He moves his head down to kiss and nip at your neck.

“Your s-skin is so soft, mi tesoro.”

He whispers, grunting with each forward motion now. 

His leg lifts up and lays over your hip, allowing him to thrust harder, hand still on your lower back. He’s close, you can tell, and you attentively watch the way his face contorts as he reaches orgasm. 

He suddenly hugs you tight, a choked sob against your neck as his seed spills all over your stomach and his.

“Ah! Ah--oh--cristo!” (christ)

You run your hands through his hair soothingly as he comes down, trembling slightly. He slides down your body a bit, resting his head between your breasts, kissing them gently. 

After a short while, he looks up at you. 

“Grazie, Y/N, grazie mille.” (Thank you, Y/N, thank you so much.)

You smile. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Maurizio, it was my pleasure.”

He reaches up and connects your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss before he pulls away, cringing when he feels the stickiness between you. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’ve never...that’s never…”

You kiss him again, cutting him off.

“No worries, we can just clean it off. I’ll get a wet washcloth.”

You stand and come back a moment later with a wet washcloth, reaching down to wipe yourself off before Maurizio’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. 

“Let me.”

He smiles, taking the cloth from your hand, cleaning up the sticky substance before doing the same to himself. 

Your cheeks are warm as you look up at him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, mi tesoro.”

He suddenly looks away, frowning softly. 

“I-I can’t stay tonight, Y/N, I’m sorry. If someone catches us…”

You shake your head, holding the side of his face.

“No, no need to explain. I understand.”

Maurizio nods silently, sighing as he begins to redress. You slip your panties back on, along with an oversized t-shirt and you pull your hair up into a ponytail. 

When he’s ready, you offer to go first, in case anyone’s still awake. He agrees, and you make your way down the stairs, looking around, not seeing anyone. You look up the stairs and nod, indicating that it’s okay. He makes his way down and you walk with him to the door. 

“Do you have a car coming?”

He nods. “My driver is already outside.”

There’s a moment of silence before Maurizio suddenly grabs your hips, pulling you against him as his lips crash down onto yours, the kiss desperate and full of longing. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down closer. 

He pulls away slowly, eyes fluttering open. 

“Alla prossima, tesoro.” (Until next time, my treasure.)

You smile, biting your lip as he sneaks out the door, rushing down and hopping into the car waiting for him. 

As you watch his car pull away from the curb, only one thought occupies your mind:

Holy shit, I just slept with Maurizio Gucci.

[sparktober]

Sparktober Bingo 2021!

Back for a new generation: Sparktober Bingo!

Instead of coming up with an Atlantis-specific list of prompts, I compiled a bunch of 2021 -tober prompt lists into one google doc here. (Links to original prompt lists are on the google doc.) Add in a list of Atlantis episodes and...

How to play:

Choose a “flavor” from the prompt sets below the cut, then paste it into this fandom bingo card generator.

Adjust your browser size til it looks right and take a screenshot, or use the html script if you’re familiar with using html on tumblr. Tag @sparktober​ if you want us to reblog it so everyone knows you’re playing!

  Sparktober Bingo Rules:

Complete a row/column, corners, or a blackout of your card by November 1, or not! Update as you go.

All fan-works are allowed: art, edits, fic, meta... bonus points to anyone who picks the “sprinkles” flavor and goes full mid-aughts by filling their bingo cards with 100x100 pixel icons.

You are allowed to pull multiple cards until you get one that inspires you, and you can also go through the prompt list of your choice in advance to pull out squicks or things you absolutely won’t write. I recommend not googling unfamiliar words from your work computer.

Use the prompts liberally! Episode titles can be treated as the episode or as generic prompts (e.g. “Epiphany” can be for an episode-related fic or a prompt for an epiphany of your choice).

  Flavor descriptions:

VANILLA: Gen prompt lists from Fictober, Inktober, Trektober Gen, and Trektober Trek.

CHOCOLATE: Zesty prompt lists from Trektober NSFW, Kinktober, and Whumptober. The multiple-prompts-per-day from Kinktober and Whumptober have been broken into individual prompts.

CANDY CORN: Fall / holiday themed prompts from TUA-tober.

SPRINKLES: Atlantis episode list (in order, in case you only want to copy certain seasons), along with characters and a few Atlantis-specific prompts.

TWIST: All of the above! (You can also manually mix and match different flavors, of course.)

Text blocks to copy into the bingo card generator are below the cut. Enjoy!!

VANILLA

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.��; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty

  CHOCOLATE

A/B/O; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; Hide & Seek; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Pressure; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Nightmares; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex

  CANDY CORN

Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Ghosts; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Halloween

  SPRINKLES

Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Adrift; Lifeline; Reunion; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

 TWIST

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; A/B/O; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex; Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Lifeline; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

[uniasus]

fic rec! s3 2.5K

Summary: Things grind to a halt when the family discovers what Allison did behind their backs involving Luther.

Comments: MM, yes, TUA S3 has been out in the world long enough the angst/reaction fics are starting to come out of the woodwork and I love it. Enjoy this wedding one-shot with Luther standing up for Viktor, Allison being berated, and brotherly feels.

[justallamaimaginingthings]

Interrupted {Klaus Hargreeves x Reader}

A/n: I was editing a request and then took a nap so instead of the request, here’s a tiny one-shot about my dream, because I thougt why the fuck no? Hope you enjoy 💗

Words: 1.200 ish  II  TUA Masterlist

The hot water felt like heaven as it hit your sore body and you could feel every muscle relaxing as the steam filled the small bathroom. The past few days you had been beyond stressed, but how could you not when just having been informed that the world was about to end in ten days and there was close to nothing any of you could do to stop it. Closing your eyes, you tried to push all thoughts away and just enjoy the small break you had managed to squish between the end of the world and all of the Hargreeves drama. Deep down you knew the siblings loved each other and that was why seeing them lash out at each other was so tiring. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door open or the ruffling of the curtain as it was being pulled open, until you felt your boyfriend's arms gently sneak around your waist.

"Hey you" You said softly, leaning towards him so that your back was against his chest. Instead of replying Klaus hummed lowly, pleased to be able to have that skin on skin contact after what had felt like ages when it truly was less than a week. When the two of you were not rushing around, trying to help his brother with whatever had been stuck on his mind after he returned from the future, there always seemed to be someone around. Your private moments became rare and the loss of physical contact was getting to the both of you.

"I missed you" He whispered while leaving small kisses on your shoulder. You turned around to look at him and was met by a look of pure adoration that made your knees feel week. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you placed your lips on his in a tender but short lived kiss. However, the peacefulness of the moment was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

"Y/n do you know where's Klaus?" Diego asked and it took a lot of willpower for you to stifle a laugh upon seeing Klaus make a ridiculous face of annoyance, while nodding at you not to say anything.

"No idea, sorry Diego" You replied sounding as serious as you could under the circumstances and hoping the running water would cover your giggle.

"Tell him there's a family meeting about to start. You're welcome to join as well" Diego replied through the closed door before leaving. The moment the footsteps fade in the distance, you bursted out laughing as you gently smacked Klaus' arm and he made a theatrical move to clutch his arm to his chest.

"What was that for?" He exclaimed in a fake hurt tone making you roll your eyes at his antics, despite finding them adorable.

"Making me lie and almost laugh while I was doing so" You replied, but deep down you were just glad you hadn’t been caught. You and Diego had been friends since you had first joined the Academy and usually he could tell when you were lying.

"Yeah, but would we be able to do that if you hadn't lied?" He asked before pulling you in for another kiss only that this time his lips moved hungrily against yours as his grip on your waist tightened making a sigh escape your lips. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss as he pushed you back against the wall and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. You let her fingers run through his curly locks, tugging when you felt him gently bite down on your lower lip only for him to let out a throaty groan.

You broke apart, both of you panting and before you could say anything he started trailing feather like kisses down the column of your neck making a tiny chuckle escape you as his stubble tickled the sensitive skin. You could feel him smile against you, the action making your heart flutter. It had been more than a while since you had had the chance to be so playful around him and you were more than willing not to waste the chance. Your fingers slowly traced his jawline, prompting him to lean up for another kiss, melting under your delicate touch. His grip on your waist tightened causing you to grind your lips against his, sending a shiver of anticipation to run through him.

Unfortunately the universe had decided against you that day, as another knock was heard.

"Sorry to interrupt, honey, but we kind of need you down there" Allison's voice echoed through the door.

"Just give me a second to get ready and I'll be there" You replied. Klaus rolled his eyes as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The moment had been cut short, way too short for his liking and he was not ready to let it go just yet.

"Do we have to go?" He whined and even though you couldn't see it, you were certain there was a prominent pout on his lips.

"Yes, we do. Now let me down and let's go" You replied, chuckling at his reaction. No matter how disappointed you were at the thought of having to leave Klaus' warm embrace, the end of the world was not something that could wait.

"No" He insisted, wrapping both arms around your waist as he stubbornly pressed you against his chest.

"Please?" Deciding to play his game, you gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster and not a moment later your feet touched the floor again.

"Fiiiine. I mean, if you can say no to this" He said, striking an exaggerated model-like pose and you couldn't help admitting he actually looked hot.

"Let's make a deal. We go down there, talk about what new way things have gotten screwed up this time and if the world hasn't ended by nightfall, we get back right where we left off. How does that sound?" You asked while you tried to dry off your hair the best you could before getting dressed, Klaus following you out of the shower with a defeated huff.

"Promising" He replied with a wink.

A few moments later, the two of you made your way to the Academy's living room only to be met by the familiar sight of Luther and Diego arguing. Allison proceeded to explain Luther's absurd theory that their father had gotten murdered by their mom. You tried to calm down the two brothers that were about to get into another fist fight, while Klaus seemed to be much more interested in searching for the pack of cigarettes he had lost. However, Luther interrupted you before you could say a word, looking pretty fazed.

"Is that a hickey?" He asked and you cursed the moment you thought v-neck was a good idea.

"No, it's... it's a mosquito bite" You lied through your teeth, doing your best to refrain from shooting Klaus a dirty look for not having warned you.

"Buzz, buzz, bitches" Klaus exclaimed, making direct eye contact with Luther, whose expression turned positively horrified. You tried -and failed- to stifle a laugh, despite the slight blush that formed on your cheeks. Not long afterwards the incident was forgotten as the conversation shifted back to the main problem. However, you had already started planning your revenge on Klaus, a revenge he ended up enjoying more than he should...