#bashing my head into a brick wall would fix me

[cigarette-stained-fingers]

The urge to disappear and never speak to another soul again is waay too strong today.

[inkofimagination]

getaway car - hasan piker pt.2

hasan is always by your side to help you after your break ups but something changes.

this is a part 2 of 3 of this mini series:) part 1

hope you enjoy it xx

word count: 3,5k

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August

“You promised Y/N. You fucking promised me.”

“Hasan, it’s not that simple.”

“The hell it’s not!” 

The anger was rolling off of him in waves, and you could feel it even from across the living room. You’d had a few tiffs in your friendship, but it had never, ever come close to anything like this. 

“It was just a misunderstanding, it’s not-”

“A misunderstanding? Are you fucking kidding me? He cheated on you. With multiple girls. What is there to possibly misunderstand about that?” The disbelief was evident on his face. 

“It wasn’t like that! He didn’t have feelings for any of them!”

“And you’re telling me that matters?” 

“Yes, it fucking matters Hasan. You wouldn’t get it.” It was harsh, but it seemed like fair game. That comment seemed to get under his skin more than anything else you’d said. 

“Oh don’t start that shit. Just because I’m waiting for the right person and not just going with the first one that looks at me and tells me I’m pretty doesn’t mean I don’t know when a relationship is fucked up,” he spat back. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” 

“You know exactly what I mean.” 

The only reason you didn’t blow up even further was that Will had appeared from the stream room, alerted by all the yelling.

“Woah, woah hey, let’s calm it down.” He immediately tried to defuse the situation as a whole, but the tension was so high it looked like he was going to have to divide and conquer. 

“Will, hey, walk it off. Walk it off.” 

Hasan looked at his friend for a minute, sucking in a deep breath and turning towards the door, heading outside, hands in his hair. You watched him go, flinching when he landed a punch to the brick wall outside. 

“You wanna fill me in?” Will asked, sitting down on the couch. His attention was with you, but you watched as he looked out every few moments to keep an eye on Hasan.

“It’s about Adam.” It didn’t really need more of an explanation than that. 

“Oh. I thought you all were like, done done. Like I thought he cheated on you.”

“I mean... he kinda did, but we worked it out. It’s complicated... Hasan doesn’t get it, he hated him even before anything happened. Like people can’t ever make mistakes,” you sighed, running your hands over your face. This wasn’t how you wanted things to go. 

“Well. I mean, your relationship isn’t really any of my business. If you’re happy and safe I’m gonna support you.” He was sincere, but you couldn’t help but notice that his words were very carefully chosen. 

“I wish Hasan could see it that way.” You left it at that - you didn’t want to bash Hasan, especially not to Will. 

“Hasan‘s a little more.... invested I guess.” Your brow furrowed - what was that supposed to mean? “Do you want me to go talk to him?” 

“No. We aren’t in third grade, I don’t need a messenger,” you sighed. When you looked back up at Will, you realized the words were a bit harsher than you meant them to be. “I’m sorry, Will, I’m just frustrated.”

“I know, it’s alright. It’ll work itself out.”

But when you walked outside, you weren’t so sure that Will‘s words would ring true. 

The only reason you could even find Hasan was because of the little droplets of blood that left a tiny polka-dot trail across the concrete. When they stopped, you found him sitting on a stair up by the loquat trees, head in his hands. 

“You need to clean that out,” was the first thing that came to your head to say. He lifted up to look at you, eyes unreadable to you for the first time you could remember.

“I’ll take care of it later.”

“Can we talk about this?”

“I don’t think there’s much to talk about.” His tone was short, and those simple words were somehow more painful than if he’d let loose and yelled at you. 

“I don’t wanna be pissed at each other. I wanna fix this,” you pleaded.

“Fix it,” he breathed, shaking his head. “That’s your favorite thing isn’t it? Coming to me, so I can fix things. It’s always ‘Oh Hasan I’m sad’, ‘Oh Hasan I don’t know what to do’. And then I tell you, and you go right back to doing the stupid shit that got you hurt in the first place. Do you realize how exhausting that is?” 

You didn’t have the words to respond to that. 

“I can’t do it anymore Y/N. I’m not gonna keep letting myself be used whenever it’s convenient for you. Don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart again.” 

Frozen to where you were, you watched him stand up and walk back into the house, cradling his hand. 

September

You just hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. There had been times where you friendship with Hasan had been a bit weaker; when you both got busy and a weekly hangout wasn’t feasible, or you hadn’t seen each other in a little while. But every time you reconnected, it was like nothing had ever changed. 

Maybe it hurt so bad because you knew that it wasn’t going to be that way anymore. 

Taking Adam back was the worst mistake you had made - it was so obvious as soon as you’d done it. But once you’d made the decision, your friends had started to drop one by one as you spent less time with them at his request. And now, you were stuck with no one but him. It was miserable to say the least. 

“What the fuck is this? Whose is this?” Adam‘s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. When you turned, he was holding up a familiar long sleeve shirt.

“It’s Hasan‘s, from a while ago.” There was no point in lying. He’d find something else to be pissed about if you did. 

In the last week or so, the rose colored glasses had come off, and the manipulation was making itself fully present. And you could see just what you’d fallen for - his lies, his false promises. He’d wrecked your life, your most important friendships - and you’d let him. It made you ache for all that you had lost, Hasan especially.

“Why was it hidden in your closet?” He was itching for a fight, you could tell. 

“I didn’t hide it, it’s from a while ago and probably just got buried under some other stuff.” You didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore. All you’d done since you got back together was fight. You’d realized that he often did things to get a reaction out of you, and you weren’t going to give it to him anymore.

And it worked.

“That’s it, I’m fucking done. Get out.” He threw the shirt at you, the crumpled fabric landing in your lap. 

“Get out? I live here, where am I supposed to go?” 

“I don’t give a fuck, just get out. I want you out by tonight.” 

For some reason, the words were almost more freeing than they were hurtful. He turned and stormed off to your shared room, leaving you in the living room. You’d had this fight before, where he threatened to kick you out, just to get you to go groveling to him for forgiveness. But this time, this was your chance - you could get out, never look back, start rebuilding. 

But who were you going to call? You’d lost your friends, everyone you could count on. Except one. 

“Y/N? What’s up?” Will‘s voice was more comforting than you could have asked for.

“Hey. Um, I know it’s been a while, but I’m kinda stuck. I need to move out of my place, and I know everything I have isn’t gonna fit in my car. Do you think I could use your car? If you could come that would be great so I can get my car out of here too,” you asked.

“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice was blatant, and it caused you to relax just a little bit. He still cared. 

“Yeah, I’m totally fine, I just need to get my stuff out and to a hotel or something until I can find another place,” you rambled.

“Yeah, we can put the seats down in Hasan‘s porsche and it actually fits a lot in there. And you aren’t going to a hotel, you can stay at his place‘‘

He said it casually, and it took your breath away. If he was willing to hear you out, to help you, maybe Hasan was too. But the more you thought about it, the more you remembered that look in his eye, his words. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I don’t wanna intrude,” you mumbled.

“Stop, you know it’s not like that. Just send Hasan your address, he’s already out. I can help you all unload stuff when you get back, just text me.” 

“Will, I don’t-”

“Just text him Y/N. He misses you, and I’m sure he’d be more than happy to get you out of that house. If he’s a dick, call me and I’ll set him straight. I gotta go, see you soon.”

He hung up, his words ringing in your ear. 

He misses you. You had never wanted to believe something was true more than that. Trying not to think about it too long, you scrolled down and pulled up his contact. 

Hey Hasan, it’s Y/N. I called Will for help, but he told me that you were already out. I need to move out, like tonight, and I can’t fit everything in my car. He said the porsche would be able to fit some stuff? If you don’t want to help I totally understand, but my address is 384 Willow Drive. Just let me know either way if you can. Thanks.

You sent it, immediately closing your phone so you didn’t dwell on it. But to your surprise, the notification popped up immediately.

I’ll be there soon. 

The flutter in your heart wasn’t voluntary, and you felt the first real flicker of hope that you’d had in the last month. It somehow gave you the confidence you needed to head back into your room.

Adam was on the bed, scrolling through his phone, and he seemed surprised to see you in the doorway when you opened it.

“Are you here to apologize already? That was fast,” he said, stupid smirk on his face.

“What would I be apologizing for?” You asked, grabbing your suitcase and starting to unzip it.

“What’re you doing?” He asked, ignoring your question and sitting up.

“I’m fucking leaving, what does it look like?” 

“You don’t have anywhere to go.” He said it like a challenge, and you just rolled your eyes. How had you fallen for this so many times?

“Actually, I do,” you countered, starting to grab everything out of your drawers and shoving it into the bag. You didn’t have much at the house, so hopefully it wouldn’t take you long to get packed up. 

“Where?” He continued to pry. 

“Well, it’s really not your concern anymore, is it.” It wasn’t a question. He started yelling, as he often did, and you shut down in defense. None of the words were even registering anymore as you kept packing as quickly as you could.

Over the noise, you barely heard the sound of knocks on the door, followed by it being thrown open. It was your only warning before Hasan came bursting into the room. You could tell by the look on his face that he had heard the yelling from outside.

You’d never been so glad to see him in your life. His hair had gotten longer, and he somehow seemed even taller than you remembered him. He’d gotten a bit of a tan, even his muscles seemed bigger than last time you saw him.

Oh, and he looked like he was ready to explode. 

“What the fuck is going on in here?” He asked, immediately moving to step in front of you. You weren’t in danger - Adam had never physically hurt you, but having such a solid physical barrier was comforting nonetheless. 

“The better question is what the fuck are you doing in my house?” Adam snapped, immediately stepping up. He was way smaller than Hasan because that man is literally tall as brickwall.

“I was asked to come. Now I suggest you lower your voice.” There was a heat in his voice that would have made any man smarter than Adam back up. But when Hasan turned slightly to speak to you, his tone was completely calm. “Keep packing,” he said.

It escalated quickly after that. Adam shoved at Hasan‘s chest, and it was a good thing he didn’t budge, or he would have ended up right on top of you. Before you could blink Hasan‘s arm was coiled back, and there was a sickening crunch when his fist connected with his nose. 

“Fuck!” Adam groaned, grabbing his face and stumbling backwards. 

“I would clear out before I get the itch to throw another one,” Hasan said, eerily calm. Even without the words, you were sure that Adam would have gone scrambling out the door like he did. 

“You alright?” Hasan turned to you, concerned.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Thanks, for that,” you swallowed, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

“More for me that it was for you. Now, what else do you need to pack?”

“Just the stuff I have hanging up in the closet, my shoes, stuff from the bathroom and my decorations. That’s all,” you explained. 

“Alright, just tell me what to take so we can get the fuck outta here,” he offered you a soft smile, the first one you’d seen in so long. It made your heart ache. 

The two of you moved around the room quickly, you taking things off the walls and him gathering it all together. He didn’t leave to take anything to the car though - you didn’t have to ask why. He didn’t trust Adam enough to leave you in the house alone with him. Even once everything was packed up, you took your trips out to the cars together, filling yours first and putting everything that didn’t fit into the porsche. Adam was in the kitchen, sulking each time he saw you head through the living room and out the door. 

When it was done, you took your key off your ring, sitting it on the front porch before heading back to your car.

“I’ll follow you, just head for the house. Drive safe,” he said, a bit of awkwardness starting to creep back into the air now that the excitement was over. 

“Okay. You too.” 

The drive was easy - you’d done it many times. The hard part was when you got back to the house. Will met you both in the driveway, immediately running over to you and giving you the biggest bear hug. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed him too, and the fact he even wanted to hug you made you want to break down into tears.

“Welcome back,” he teased, squeezing you one more time before letting you go. 

The three of you were able to get everything inside in just a few trips, filling the spare room quickly with your belongings. Luckily, he already had a bed, and there was a small bathroom down the hall that would be yours for the time being.

“Thank you guys so much for this. I promise I’ll start looking for apartments tomorrow so I can get out of your Hasan‘s hair,” you sighed, already feeling like you were taking advantage of him. 

“Y/N, chill. You can stay here as long as you like, he doesn’t care,” Will said.

Yeah sure, you wanted to respond, eyes on Hasan who was standing in the corner, looking anywhere but at you. With everything winding down, the reality of the two of you being in the same room for the first time in over a month was beginning to truly set in. You looked him over, eyes falling on something.

“You have blood on your hand,” you mumbled, pointing towards it. The awkwardness of the whole interaction felt juvenile - you and Hasan had clicked immediately when you met, you never had to go through this phase. 

“I must have busted it when I punched Adam.”

“You punched him? Why do I always miss all the fun?” Will pouted, breaking some of the tension in the way that only he could.  

“Well you can both go beat him to a pulp for all I care, just don’t get arrested,” you teased, shaking your head. 

“Don’t tempt me,” Hasan muttered. “Can you help me clean this out?” He held up his hand, looking right at you. 

“Uh yeah, yeah of course.” You were surprised that he had asked you - it took you a minute to realize that he probably wanted to talk to you alone. Nerves on end, you followed him out of the bedroom, through his room and into his bathroom. You didn’t have to ask where his antiseptic and bandages were - he always kept them in the same place; bottom cabinet, left side. 

“Still know your way around huh?” He asked, an awkward half-laugh hanging in the air.

“Well, you’re a creature of habit, what can I say. I think this is probably the 50th time I’ve had to patch up some part of you,” you sighed, popping open the bottle of antiseptic as he held out his hand. 

“You gotta prefer this over all my workout bruises though, at least there’s no asphalt in this one,” he countered. He once feel on the concrete in his backyard while trying to do a handstand and scrapped his whole left arm.

“I’d prefer you to just stay in one piece,” you teased, beginning to clean. He winced a bit at the sting, but it settled after a minute. 

“I’ll do my best,” he laughed. He rinsed it out before you started to wrap his knuckles, tying it off with tape. 

Neither of you really knew what to say, and you hated it. The best part of your friendship with Hasan had always been that it was effortless - neither of you were used to having to work this hard just for a conversation. But knowing that you were in the wrong, you figured it was on you.

“Hasan-” “I just really-”

You talked over each other as if you’d started off a cue, both of you falling silent again, looking down at the floor.

“You go ahead,” he said.

“I just wanted to say how fucking sorry I am,” you blurted it out, feeling some of the weight lift off of you. “And I know you’re probably done with our friendship, and I respect that. So thank you, for coming to help me and letting me stay when you really, really didn’t have to. I was a shit friend the whole time I was with him, and there’s no excuse for that. It was fucked up, and I’m really sorry.”

There. You’d said what you could, and whatever happened now was up to him. It was his choice, which was much more terrifying than you’d thought it would be. After a minute of awkward silence you looked up at him, trying to see where his head was at.

As soon as your eyes met, his arms were around you. He pulled you to his chest, your face burying into him as he coiled around your shoulders, holding you tight and resting his cheek on top of your head. You didn’t realize you could miss a hug so much until just then. 

You couldn’t help it - the tears started to well up in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you croaked, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing as tight as you could. “I thought you were gonna hate me.”

“Could never hate you,” he mumbled. “I’ve got too much of a soft spot for you to ever hate you. But you did piss me off. A lot.” 

“Yeah,” you laughed through your sniffles, leaning back so you didn’t snot all over his shirt. He grinned at you, reaching up and using his bandaged knuckles to wipe away your tears.

“I missed you. Glad to have you back dummy,” he said, and you were more at peace than you had been in the last year.

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[valhallaas]

I’ve Got Sunshine

Pairing: bradley rooster bradshaw x sunshine!reader x jake hangman seresin

word count: 3.6k

summary: when both Hangman and Rooster want nothing but your happiness…who are they to tell you no?

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) oral, p in v, threesome, cream pie

a/n: i think she did it. part three?! literally!!! i can’t tell y’all how proud of myself I am for writing this. this is the first time i've written anything like this. it’s insane, way out of my comfort zone. i hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as i have! feedback is always appreciated!

Part one

Part two

The pouts are gone. Along with the desperate doe eyes that follow Jake Seresin’s every move. Sitting at the radio listening to Bradley and Jake banter back and forth makes you want to bang your head against a brick wall. Your irritation with the blond aviator is tenfold. You thought after that night at the Hard Deck, Jake would finally stop walking on eggshells around you.

Nope.

Motherfucker is flat out ignoring you. Won’t talk to you at all. He has Javy passing along messages he might have. It’s driving you insane. What’s worse, he’s all buddy buddy with Bradley. Like they hadn’t had a standoff with you trying to mediate.

Bob clears his throat from where he’s standing next to you. Your glare moves from the radio to him, causing his eyes to widen and heat to flame his cheeks. Sighing, you rub at your temples. It isn’t his fault and you know better than to take it out on him. Honestly, you have half a mind to tackle Bagman when he lands.

“You coming out to Mav’s tonight?”

You glance at Bob again. “Think so. Someone’s got to drive Bradshaw home, and we all know I’m not going to make Nat do it.”

Bob grimaced, thinking back to the last time Nat had driven Bradley home. You were still out with the daggers, and received a frantic phone call. She’d almost crashed into a tree when he projectile vomited all over her dash. Natasha isn’t afraid of a lot of things, but she’s terrified of drunk Bradley.

You smile at him, thankful. “Are you planning on bringing that girl you’ve been seeing?”

“Oh, I don’t think she’s ready for that.”

“We’ve got to meet her sometime. At least me and Nix do.” His blush is back full force, running up his neck from his chest to the tips of his ears. You grin cheekily, nudging him with your shoulder. “There’s no rush, Bobby. If you're happy, we’re happy.”

He’s bashful, smiling shyly before his face morphs to one with serious intent. “Are you happy?”

“I’m okay.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You bite your cheek. Are you happy? Honestly, no. You thought you had fixed the Hangman sized hole missing in you, but all that did was make it worse. Things are going well Bradley, after knowing him so long, it’s easy, nice. Comfortable. But there’s the need for more, and you don’t know what more is.

The conversation is cut short when Jake and Bradley walk in, fire blazing behind Jake’s eyes and a satisfied smirk on Bradley’s mouth. Quirking an eyebrow you meet Rooster’s gaze, the only one that would look at you.

“Who won?”

His smirk grew. “I did.”

“You fucking cheated, Bradshaw.”

“It’s not my fault you fell for the bait.”

It’s the first time he’s looked at you in over a month. Your mouth flattens, eyes narrowing as they dart between the two. Clearly, you were the bait. God, could you continue living like this? You got Bradley and at what cost? The expense of your best friend, who you miss so fucking much. Your eyes sting. Quickly you cut your gaze to Bob who’s watching you with worry. Pushing away from the table, the static buzzing from the radio filling the air along with new found tension.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got somewhere to be.”

Like hiding in a storage closet, crying in peace.

“Sunny,”

“Fuck you, Rooster.” Eyes darting to Jake quickly before cutting to the brunet. “You don’t call me that. Ever.”

You turn and head out of the hanger. You can hear them bickering behind you, calling each other idiots. Neither of them are wrong. You slide down to your ass in the hallway, head braced in your hands, elbows on knees. Maybe you should make Bradley drive you home tonight.

“She hasn’t really been living up to her callsign lately, has she?” Jake murmurs.

“I wonder why.” Rooster snaps, your eyes rolling at his tone.

“You two are really that stupid. You share one brain cell and it’s Sunshine.” It gets quiet at Bob’s statement. “She loves the both of you, and you still can’t figure it out. Personally, I think she’s better off without either of you.”

Your heart warms at his words. You really don’t know what you’ve done to deserve Bob, but you’re so grateful. You glance up when he’s suddenly by your side, offering a hand. Yeah, you really don’t know what you did to deserve him.

Turns out, Bob and Natasha are your dates for the night. They keep you distracted. Natasha hogs the radio at Maverick’s, playing all your favorite songs. Bob has supplied you with exactly two screwdrivers — the easiest way to get you drunk. It’s a little embarrassing. You’re in the middle of the room, being twirled around by Maverick. He was quick to pick up on the mood when you and Bradley came separately. The skirt of your dress fans out, exposing the top of your thighs. You might have gotten dressed with the idea of revenge in mind. The dress is short enough to get Jake hot and bothered, and the color is Rooster’s favorite.

You blow a kiss to Maverick when the song ends, a giggle falling past your lips when he catches and holds it to his heart, giving you a knowing wink. Bare feet carry you over to Bob. He's quick to catch you when you stumble, heat blooming on your cheeks. You wanted to have fun, but you don't want to be messy.

“You good, Sunshine?”

You beam at Bob, your megawatt smile blinding. “I’m very good, Bobby. Thank you.”

One of his eyebrow raises, hand tightening around where it holds your wrist. He looks up at you before his gaze slides past you, to whatever commotion is going on with the rest of the party.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just don’t think they like me holding you like this.”

You frown, turning to see both Bradley and Jake staring at you and Bob. Is this your life now? Every man around you is jealous of the other? Moving to stand on your own, your hand reaches out for Bob’s arm, making sure your feet are firmly planted on the ground. You wait for the world to stop spinning, a bright smile taking up your face when you look down at him.

“All good,” you say to his questioning gaze.

“Are you?”

You glance back at the two men still staring. “Yeah,” you sigh, “I’ll be just fine.”

Snagging your purse and shoes, you make your way out the door. You’re not stupid enough to think you can walk home — you’re literally in the middle of the desert. You’ll get eaten by coyotes, or abducted by aliens before you reach your front door. But it is enough to draw them outside. Because like they had said earlier, they’re a couple of idiots.

“Hey! Whoa, whoa, Sunny.”

“Sunshine, come on!”

“What?” You snap, turning on them, causing them to stumble back in their steps. “What do you want from me?”

It’s almost silly how it happens. It begins before you even realize it. Or perhaps, it’s been like this for months, and it’s been leading up to this.

The only light is coming from the bathroom, which you had forgotten to turn off when you left in a hurry. You left them bickering like old women at your door. Shoes tossed into your closet, purse sat on your vanity. You fling yourself across your bed, eyes closing in contentment. They aren’t loud as they make their way up the stairs, but you know the sound of their footfalls. They’re coming for you. It only makes you toss an arm over your eyes, an attempt to hide yourself from them.

“We should leave her. She’s asleep.”

You have to fight back a grin at Jake’s scoff. “No she isn’t. She’s being a brat.”

A slap to the inside of your thigh makes you yelp. Eyes flying open to glare at the blond. “Ouch, that hurt.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “Told ya.”

“Why are you still here?”

“Do you not want us here?” Bradley asks.

“No,” you answer, pushing up onto your elbows. “Not really.”

It isn’t the answer they’re looking for. Jake raises an eyebrow before reaching for your ankle, yanking you towards the end of the bed. The skirt of your dress rides up, exposing your thighs, and a peek at your lace underwear. Heat should be blooming across your cheeks, you should feel exposed with two sets of eyes on you. But you don’t. It’s almost natural. Because you trust them, and you know they respect you. You’re still a little too pissed off to admit that maybe you’re in love with the both of them. A little too blind to realize that the both of them are in love with you.

They continue to bicker back and forth, teasing and taunting each other while you attempt to drown them out. Bradley’s voice scrapes the floor, it’s so damn deep and rich as whiskey.

Do they know how they sound?

Like they’re licking between your legs, tugging your panties down with their teeth, teeth scraping the sensitive flesh. It’s distracting. Your thighs clench together, you try to be discreet, but you forget that Jake still has a hold of you. He glances down when your ankle tugs, light eyes darkening as they travel up your bare legs.

“Sunny girl,” Jake murmurs. The nickname rolls off his tongue and it melts you, your body instantly relaxing.

“What?” You hate how breathless you sound.

It’s instinct. Bradley helps you remove your clothes. He softly smiles at you when you lift your hips to peel down your panties. You don’t miss how Jake takes them from him and tucks them into his back pocket.

“C’mon flower, up.”

You follow his command, lifting yourself up onto your knees. Jake’s gaze is burning into you when the dress is pulled down, exposing your bare breasts to open air.

“Look at me Sunshine.” Your eyes lock with Jake’s with no hesitation. “We’re going to ruin you. Me and Rooster. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Fire blazes in your eyes. “Yes Lieutenant Seresin.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Jake watches it happen, watches as both of you melt into each other. The overwatch, the overseer: he stares at you, eyes lingering on the hands that roam your flesh, hiking your clothes up until you’re exposed, and raw.

It’s only when you glance at him, hand curling around the bulbous head of Bradley, does he respond.

“Lick her pussy, Bradshaw. Get her nice and wet.”

He utters low commands in the dimly lit room that are instantly obeyed. Stick your tongue out, sweetheart, let him slide his cock across it. Get a good taste of it. Suck her clit until she cries. She likes it. Harder, Bradshaw, you know Sunny can take it.

You don’t think he’s going to join in until Bradley’s made you come three times, all at the direction of Jake. Tears stream down your face, because there is a want vibrating throughout your body, sending shockwaves to your core. Your pussy clenches around nothing. But then, he pulls himself from his pants, hard and leaking.

It’s only then, heart in your throat, that you realize Bradley’s been foreplay.

“Take it easy on her, Hangman” Bradley hums as he traces the seam of your cunt. He pinches your clit as he rocks against your ass, and you can feel the head of his cock smear against your entrance, nudge and prod until, finally, he sinks to the hilt. You moan, the shock of his size.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Want to hear the pretty noises fall from that pretty mouth.” Jake grits between clenched teeth.

Bradley kisses your shoulder, sucking the skin until it bruises. "C'mon, flower, we know you can take it."

You should be embarrassed. Because you know that no one has pulled noises out of you like Jake Seresin has. Your boyfriend is rutting behind you, watching the whole exchange. You don't care. Not really.

Jake continues. He doesn't fuck fast, but goes for slow, agonizing strokes that deliberately push into the center of your nerves. Tiny shocks of electricity sparking every time he meets that spongey spot inside of you. He breathes heavily, grunting when you clench around him. The room is miserably hot. There's sweat beneath your arms and under your tits and you’re sandwiched between them. Worshiped. Treasured. You never thought for a second that it could be like this.

Good girl. Fuck. You're so fucking gorgeous.

“Fuck,” you gasp when Jake drives further, clamping his hand down on your waist to hold you steady. “Jake,”

He pauses, and the punishing drag of his cock halts only to pulse and throb in the clutch of your pussy. Pulsing, warm walls tightening around the thick of him. You bury your fingers into his muscular shoulders. You need the movement. You need him to keep going because he’s just getting bigger, stretching you in the most delicious way, pushing you to your limit.

“Sunny,” Jake murmurs as he palms at your cheek. You lift your gaze to his, and something tightens inside your chest. Jake’s eyes are clearer than they’ve ever been. A bright, seaglass green. The prettiest gems you’ve ever seen.

Bradley is still tasting your skin, the warmth of him swallowing you whole. You’re overwhelmed but it’s still somehow not enough. It’s like they know — they can feel it humming in your veins. Rough hands flip you, face now buried in your sheets, ass up for display. You hear Jake groan at the sight, a light smack to your ass cheek. You keen, pushing yourself closer.

It’s the gentle grasp on your chin that grounds you. Bradley’s looking at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. “Can I flower?”

You don’t know why they’re asking. You wouldn’t deny them. Don’t think you could if you tried. Bradley’s cock brushes across your tongue, eyes fluttering when you wrap your lips around him, head tipping back in pleasure. “Fuck,”

Your tongue roams over his slit, tasting all of him. His breath is ragged, heavy. There is no warning—just a strangled choke of your name—and then he’s cumming on your tongue, ropes spurting over your cheeks and chin.

You gasp, wet and broken, and completely filthy.

“That’s it—,” Jake mumbles against you, the head of cock brushing against your seam. It makes your toes curl — the perfect mix of not enough and too much, and —

Bradley strokes your hair, eyes glazed. The angle is awkward, but his mouth meshes with yours, tongue rubbing over the mess he made of you. He kisses you like he’s worshiping you. Like you’re the best thing he’d ever tasted, and he can’t get enough.

Jake’s teeth dig into your skin, leaving bruises behind. It makes you whine. Little secrets that litter your skin. He’s pulled you up on your knees, hand wrapped snugly around your throat. Soft hazel eyes burn into yours as you get fucked from behind. He thrusts harder, rougher until your hand is wrapped around his wrist trying to hold you steady. He’s fully claiming you. Cock punching into the deepest part of you. Your head is empty, full of nothing but Jake, of Bradley.

It’s burning low in your belly. A fire trying to escape, engulf you whole from the inside out. Moans are pouring out of you with every thrust. Each one more brutal than the last. Walls clenching tight around him, you can feel him grunting against the nap of your neck.

“Jake, I–” you're cut off by a whimper when he reaches that hard to reach spot deep inside you. Over and over again, you feel it coming, your orgasm is going to come crashing down and you’re ready to bask in it.

“You going to come on my cock, sweetheart?” Jake murmurs into your hair.

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. Bradley cocks his head, eyes finding yours. You swallow, watching as a knowing grin takes over him. “Use your words, baby.” He says, mocking you. “Hangman asked you a question.” Tears are streaming down your face. It doesn’t hurt. You can take it—you can take all of it. You want it, want him. More, more, more.

You come on Jake’s cock like a tidal wave, and when you collapse against the bed, your body trembles, heaving desperately for air. Jake groans, pulling you up until you’re flush against him. His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, bucking his hips harder until he’s chasing his high right over the ledge with you.

“Fuck, Sunshine,” he praises, wiping the sweat off the back of your neck. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

There’s only a moment between Jake finishing, and him pulling out of you. A sharp hiss slipping passed your swollen lips, a glare sent over your shoulder. They give you no time to right yourself. Strong arms lift you up, settling you on Bradley’s lap. Your hands instantly fall to his shoulders, fingers digging into his lightly tanned skin. Tilting your head back, you smile at the tickle of his mustache, lips trailing hot kisses across your skin.

You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his sensitive skin and he shivers. Lifting yourself up on your knees, you hover, waiting patiently for his direction. His dick nudges the soaked folds of your cunt.

“You’re too good to me,” his voice is thick with want.

Slowly he pulls you down, his thick length sinking into you. He’s too big. Fuck, he’s so big. The head of his cock hits that sensitive spot, and you’ve barely just started. You breathe in nice and slow, relaxing yourself with every slow thrust he makes until he’s at the hilt. He delves down, taking a nipple between his teeth while he explores the other, tugging it gently as he rolls it between his fingers. The heat pooling between your thighs ignites as a desperate moan slips from your lips.

At this point, you’re here for the ride. But god, if it isn’t one you’re enjoying.

Hammering into you, each deep stroke better than the last. Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You lurch against him when you moan. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“Fuck, Sunshine. Love the feeling of you on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. Heavy breaths that bounce around the room. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Fresh tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. Bradley readjusts, moving you to where you are firmly planted on his thighs, giving him a better angle. You’re bouncing with each thrust from his cock now. He’s deep, so deep you can see the bulge of him in your tummy. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You got one more for me?”

He knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. Just like you always do. He loves when you get like this. He loves it even more because you beg for it. You move, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re puffy and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Bradley is there. He holds you into place, mustache grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it all, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. You feel the drag of his dog tags when he lifts his head to trail kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You pull him on top of you, hugging him tightly to you. A steady hand cups your face. Glancing up you meet the clear eyes of Jake. Grasping him, you pull him to you as well. You bask in the feel of him. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from them. Bradley’s eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he tells you and you just smile.

“So,” Jake says after a moment. “You still mad at us?”

“Should I be?”

“Sunny,”

“I just,” you pause, teeth digging into your bottom lip. “I want things back to normal.”

“Baby I don’t think things can be normal after this.”

Your eyes meet Jake’s. “I’m tired of being ignored.”

His eyes soften as he stares at you. “I’m tired of ignoring you.”

“All I’m hearing,” Bradley butts in, “is that I’m no longer the only one dating Sunshine.”

Your eyebrows furrow, looking between the two. What? When has that ever been an option? The room stays quiet. Your eyes droop, rising and falling with Bradley’s steady breathing. Could you do it? Date them both? The way Bradley dropped it into your lap sounds like they’ve already talked about it. Maybe they have. Now, it’s up for you to decide.

“Sweetheart, all we want is for you to be happy. If that means the both of us. Then you get the both of us.”

You look at Jake in disbelief. “You and Bradley can barely stand each other.”

“We’ll work on it. For you.”

“Only you.” Bradley adds.

[buglyknight]

453) rug burns

I needed to leave

So, I took an 8 mile walk at 1am

Got home 3 and a half hours later

I walked in the middle of the asphalt roads

I cried and heaved and sobbed

And put one foot in front of the other

As if, metaphorically, it meant something

I cried and clutched my chest and stomach

I heaved in half-screams

I looked at the stars and I

Clenched my fist pretending I could fix this

I wanted to disappear

I walked until my heels got blisters

My shoulders hung low

My back began to bend

I rubbed my knuckles against

Metal barricade bars until the skin peeled

Like rug burns

Like that sticky chafe on your heel

When I was younger

Maybe 6? 8?

I used to rub my head on the carpet

Until it bled

Have I always been this way?

The warmth of the burn

It felt good, to me

I used to bash into brick walls

For fun

Everyone always said I had a hard skull

I guess this is just

Who I am

I walked passed the old government building

The old walk home

The spot where my brother punched me

With pencils between his fingers

For no reason at all

I walked passed a coyote and some storks

The Lutheran preschool I went to

A Cadillac riddle told to me by my ex-girlfriend

I turned around

I ran on my blisters

I pushed one foot in front of another

Like it would mean something

Like it made me stronger

When I didn’t collapse into tears

I got home and went for a drive

Got some chocolate milk

A reward for the walk

I just really wanted some Borden’s

[bakugohoex]

“know your place...foolish girl”

pairing: ryomen sukuna x female reader

cw: tattoo artist sukuna, fluff, mentions of death, enemies to lovers, long fic, fluff, angst, language, slut shaming, nsfw (praise, jaw grabbing, nipple sucking, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, breeding, pet names, sir kink, finger sucking) 

word count: 14,400+

a/n: please don’t ask how i wrote this, it took like four days and I just had this urge to keep adding the points I wanted to add. posting this on ao3 later on tonight as well, so here’s the link to that. 

summary: in which one terrible meeting with sukuna leads you to be pushed into an unusual relationship with one another, with you both starting out hating one another, could you both really be friends?

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Birds circled around the area; the gloomy storms ready to cascade down onto the pavement. The need for a coffee fix was evident as you walked towards your favourite café, shouting through the phone at your friend, Yui who needed you once again. You didn’t care for her next want, instead barging through the doors of the place, a warm breath of air hitting you as you smelt the crushed coffee and appetising deserts lined up in front of you. Waiting in line as you continued to hear her ramble, “I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, I’ll send you the address.” You rolled your eyes as you hanged up to order your coffee, she was never close to you. But when she needed something she’d always end up calling you. This time for company to get her first tattoo, she was a sweet girl, but could be a pain when in need.

Quickly ordering you waited to get your coffee, scrolling through the text message as she sent the time for later on tonight and the address in the inner parts of the city. It was an area you hadn’t been too, google maps wasn’t helping to get a true sense of the place. You tried zooming in as you shuffled backwards for others to wait for their coffee, instead meeting someone’s back. Apologising you stood still trying to zoom in as you moved away from the guy, he glared at you, watching how you squinted into your phone.

“Watch where you’re going?” He scowls as he barges past you, hitting your elbow as you finally lock eyes with the man.

His blushed pink hair would almost make him seem sweet, but the tattoos that adorned his arms and went right up to his neck gave an intimidating essence. His eyes flashed with a sadistic glee as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Sorry.” You mutter as you grab your coffee, seeing the fury of wind bashing against the trees as it looked like a scene out there.

He didn’t say anymore leaving to go into the weather, you didn’t question the mysterious man as you went back to your own coffee and phone. The outside of the tattoo place looked decent, somewhere where the ditsy girl you called your friend would definitely never go. But what could you do, you texted saying you’d meet her as you went out into the wind, a cold breath almost pushing you back inside as you took steady steps. Walking past the coffee shop, you saw the same guy from prior, tugging at his pink hair as drank his coffee. He looked pissed at whoever he was talking too, you didn’t pay any attention to him as you walked past him.

The wind had other plans, as he felt himself being dragged by the wind pushing right into you, coffee spilling on your clothes as this time you were the one to scowl at him. “What the fuck?”

“You talking to me.” His eyes flicked to your now brown stained shirt as the wind had seemed to calm down at the second you both touched.

You gave a glare as you didn’t know how to react to something like that, “you could apologise.” It was a mutter, but he heard you well enough to give you a look of disgust.

“Know your place.” He moved closer, almost towering on top of you as he came right up into your face in an unamused manner, “foolish girl.”

Your eyes widened as you had been keeping in a harsh breath, he left you standing there in silence, coffee staining into your skin and clothes as you finally let out a deep breath. You watched the pink haired boy leave without an apology as a fear ran down your spine at this man.

Shaking your head as you made the strenuous walk towards your apartment to find clothes that you could quickly wear before you met Yui. The multiple texts you’d gotten as you put your clothes to wash, different tattoo ideas she wanted, you ignored it as you put on semi decent clothes. The flash of the time being shown on your bedside table as you ran out of your apartment right to where you both had decided to meet.

The wind had calmed down a lot more as the brisk hues of yellows and reds began setting downwards, seeing her waiting on the road where the tattoo place was. She gave you a gleam as she grabbed your hand, almost dragging you into the place. Open brick cascaded down the walls as designs scattered against it, every design was intricate, beautiful even. You both began looking at the designs as you saw someone come down from the upstairs area, the stairs open as a man with black hair arrived.

“Hello ladies, how can I help you?” His hair reached to right down his back, partially up as stray strands adorned his face. Tattoos scoured his exposed arms as you saw a significant one run down his neck to meet another one of his tattoos.

He was attractive, a sense of mystery behind those black eyes of his. Yui spoke of her appointment as you continued looking around, scrolling through a collection of tattoos on the desk. You found some designs that you liked; you had never thought of getting a tattoo but seeing all the intricate designs that brought so much passion made your heart almost burst. “Those are Sukuna’s designs.”

A white-haired man came strolling past the desk, crystal blue eyes that brought so much depth as you traced the designs with your fingers. “They’re nice.”

“You getting any?” The man asked as Yui had started filling out some forms by your side.

You shake your head going back to look at the details of each one, “Sukuna should be down any minute.” The black-haired man spoke as both him and the white-haired man left to see some other clients that had come through the doors.

Yui looked more giddy than usual, those wide eyes as she eagerly paced beside you. “Ryo.” She whines as she sees someone she recognised; you didn’t turn to meet the man as you continued staring at Sukuna’s work.

“I told you not to call me that.” The man scowls behind you, the voice felt so familiar as if you had heard it before. You start to turn around to meet the man  when you feel him almost shout to you, “this the friend then?”

“Yeah, she loves your work.” You meet the man’s gaze as both of you stare at one another, with wide eyes and unsettling confusion.

You hadn’t realised but the white-haired man had come back and had been witnessing the two of you stare at one another. “Sukuna, that isn’t your ex-fuck is it….awkward.”

“Fuck off Satoru.” His eyes scanned back at you as Yui looked between the two of you in confusion, “what? Come here to make me pay for your washing.”

“What is wrong with you? I didn’t even say anything.” You retort back eyes lazily gazing his own, you could see his tattoos more clearly, the two lines on both his wrists and upper arms, the circles on his shoulders as you could just see the start of it.

“You’re here for some reason, I should be the one making you pay for my spilt coffee.” He grumbles back moving away from your friend and closer to your own body.

You watched him move his fingers to your jaw, hatred boiling up in your skin at his touch, “you’re blaming me for the winds action, what are you 5?”

“God…both of you are giving me a migraine.” A blonde arrived carrying what looked like sliced bread  as he looked at Sukuna and you. He had been watching the performance, seeing how both of you had become frustrated in a matter of seconds.

“Whatever, come on, let’s get your tattoo over and done with.” He muttered to Yui who was still confused.

You grabbed her arm making her stop as she stared right back at you, being an airhead really must be tough for her. “Who is that guy?”

“My boyfriend, I told you about him, remember?” You blinked a couple times in confusion as you repeated the word in your head. She had spoken about a boyfriend, but you assumed she meant someone cute like her and not a man covered in tattoos with a sadistic stupid grin.

You nodded letting her go as you leaned against the counter looking at Satoru and the blond, “is he always an ass or is it a special occasion.”

“He’s an ass to us, don't worry about him.” Satoru’s words were reassuring as the blond started wanting to know your relationship with his co-worker.

You nod as you wait in the reception, there had really been no reason for you to even go with your friend. She had left to get her stupid tattoo with her stupid boyfriend and now here you were on your own trying to act like you had stuff going in your life. The two having begun to talk between one another before you saw the black-haired man come back with his client. “Is Sukuna still in there?”

“Yeah knowing him he’s getting something other than money in return.” Satoru scoffed as he went to grab some of the sliced bread that the blond had been holding. The black-haired man stared at you in confusion before asking what occurred as he had heard shouting before. “Sukuna got all bitchy again, they know each other.”

“Oh you two fucked?”

“Not that it’s any of your business but no we didn’t fuck, he spilt coffee on me this morning.” You retorted as you crossed your arms not meeting the gazes of the three men. 

Satoru looked at his two friends as he gave a smirk to them both, “I’m surprised he didn’t make you pay for the coffee.”

“Just the coffee, if she wasn’t attractive he’d make her pay for being in the same proximity as her.” The black-haired man spoke as you watched the three men chuckle, disregarding their comment on your attractiveness. You rolled your eyes as you heard him speak again, “I’m Geto, that’s Satoru and Nanami, what’s yours then?”

“Y/n.” You had sat down on one of the couches in the waiting area, after the introductions an influx of customers who came in for their own bookings. Satoru waved goodbye as Nanami and Geto seemed to be pushed with clients into the respective areas. 

All three had their own intricate tattoos and designs, Nanami with a whole sleeve across his arm that went write up to his neck. You had seen how the couple open buttons in his shirt allowed wisps of black to be shown. Geto and the scattered tattoos across his arms and Satoru with his own mix and matches tattoos of different colours and shapes. You flicked through the booklet again, eyes scoring against Sukuna’s work. For such an arrogant piece of shit his work really was divine.

You heard Yui come out with Sukuna, dishevelled hair as Sukuna wiped her lipstick from his mouth. He glared at you as you refused to meet his eyes, the urge to punch him in his stupid face being prevalent. “Y/n, look isn’t it so cute.”

She showed you her thigh where the rose was, Sukuna looking at it with a roll of his eyes. It was nothing like the intricate designs you had seen in the booklet. You may not have known the man, but it just didn’t look like something he’d enjoy doing. She pulled her skirt back down; you could almost smell sex on her as she went up to Sukuna. He had told her what to use before she gave him a long kiss. You tried to not watch them kiss but it was a whole show to watch, his hand gripping her ass as he kissed back, saliva dripping from their mouths. 

Looking anywhere but at them, you put the booklet back onto the main desk before hearing her say a goodbye to her Ryo. “I told you not to call me that,” there was no teasing manner in his words, he was dead serious, hating how his name sounded on the whores mouth.

“Ryo told me he spilled coffee on you this morning, I’ll make him apologise to you tomorrow.” You gave her a blank look as you both walked through the night sky.

“Tomorrow?” You questioned not knowing what was even occurring the next day.

She raised an eyebrow as she spoke, “Nobara, she invited all of us to her apartment, remember?” The memory of the dyed haired girl came alight, the three of you had been talking in a lecture when she told you both to come to her housewarming. She had been so excited to show you how she decorated the place and to show you everything she bought but you hadn’t been paying attention. Instead nodding at her words instead, “I invited Ryo to come with me.”

“Oh great, an afternoon seeing that dickhead's face.” You scowled, kicking the pebble into the pavement as you tried to not whine but you hated the man and you most certainly knew he hated you.

She brought her hands to her chest trying to gain warmth through the cold weather, “don’t be like that, he means a lot to me.”

“Yeah being told off for saying his name sure shows how much he cares for.” Maybe you were still pissed about what occurred this morning, he hadn’t even apologised for something so small. But your friend was too unaware to realise what you saw, a demon reincarnated.

You both parted ways as you walked the stretch to your apartment, you knew Yui was sweet, but her lack of awareness was sometimes frustrating. You had heard the moans come from the small area, heard how everybody seemed to find it normal and what could you do. Nothing, you stared blankly at the wall in your apartment, the bland cream walls encasing nothing but the sadness of uni life. Nobara was sweet enough to invite you and you knew you’d just have to ignore that bastard instead.

The next day passed without much interruption, sorting out uni work before getting ready for her little get together. You didn’t know who else was going, having spent most of your time with your other friends but the idea of having to see Sukuna made you cringe. Looking at your outfit, a casual look, not expecting anything big to occur. You made the walk towards her apartment bringing some wine with you as a gift as you finally found the tower of apartments.

Walking into the elevator you were about to press the button when you heard a giddy laugh telling you to keep the door open. “Omg Y/n, you look super cute.” The whine of her voice made you stare right back at her, so innocent but the man she had been pulling on making her look nothing more than his toy.

“Thanks.” You mutter refusing to meet Sukuna’s eyes, his arms tattoos on show as he wore a black shirt, most of the buttons undone to show his distinctive marked chest. He rolled his sleeves as you pressed the button to the floor as she rambled on about her day.

You watched her grab his hand, moving closer to his side as he looked lazily down at her. He really was a fucking cunt, with that sadistic smirk and taunting eyes. “…Ryo was telling me Satoru was interested in you.”

“That’s nice.” You muttered not wanting to have a conversation about the men you had met last night.

Sukuna finally looked at you, eyebrows raised as he looked up from the ground. His light brown eyes gazing up and down your body as he stared almost indecisively at you. She stood firm against him whining for him to apologise about yesterday, but he didn’t seem to care as he stared at you with those dull eyes of his.

“I don’t care if he apologises or not.” You finally mutter as you felt suffocated by the sheer pressure of his gaze. It was a longing and you felt uncomfortable under his eyes, she had barely noticed the significant glare he was giving to you as she flaunted herself to him. At least she had something going for her with those looks of her, her unawareness and ditsiness catched men’s eyes but the way Sukuna dismissed her flaunts made you wonder why he even bothered with her.

The door opened as you quickly stepped out, not wanting to be near either of them as you walked towards Nobara’s apartment. Knocking as her bright face emerged engulphing you in a hug, “come in, come in.”

“I got you this.” You pass her the wine as she takes it, seeing Sukuna and Yui come in, her mouth in a gawk as she eyes the pink haired man up and down.

She puts the wine down as she gives a hug to your friend, “and who is this?”

Sukuna looked to the side not wanting to speak as he scoured around the room for someone he would recognise, his eyes meeting your mutual friend Megumi’s. He gave a nod at the black-haired boy who began walking towards the four of you, “this is my boy…”

Before she could finish Megumi interrupted, arm across your shoulder with a grin, “y/n with other friends.” You rolled your eyes as he went over to Sukuna, giving him a pat on the shoulder, “and Sukuna, what you doing here? Work run out of ink, you gonna start sucking our bloods.”

“Real funny.” Sukuna’s voice was unamused as Megumi almost dragged him away from you all.

Nobara had left as you saw Yui look isolated and alone, it was weird, a new emotion you hadn’t seen as you patted her back lightly. “Let’s get a drink.”

She nodded as you took her hand moving her past others that you knew and towards where a pile of beverages were. You had to hand it to Nobara the apartment did look good, it fit her aesthetic perfectly and you could only wish for your apartment to feel homely. Looking back on your own, it wasn’t a home, it was just a convenient place to live for your university studies.

Yui began rambling about something, almost glad she wasn’t paying attention to her boyfriend who had been talking with Megumi on the balcony. You could see eyes fawn over him, not understanding how people could find him attractive. Your skin crawled as you looked at him one last time before listening to her as she spoke for the next half an hour. Sukuna came towards you both after a while and that’s when disaster struck…once again.

“I’m leaving.” He was blunt with his words as you stared at the pair's interaction.

She looked at him with soft eyes, “but you promised you’d stay longer than an hour.” You looked over to Sukuna waiting to hear what he’d say as he needed a good excuse to be a shit date for this gathering.

“Okay, and? I’m a working adult. I have shit going on.” He seemed almost tense, hand gripping his phone as his eyes flashed with a worry before a glare back at you.

She disregarded his words as she continued to whine, “we can sneak off if you want…”

“Fucking hell I don’t want to sleep with you.” He tried to speak calmly but others had heard what was occurring in the kitchen. Jaw clenched as if something really bad was happening and he needed to be there.

You rolled your eyes at the unnecessarily loud comment touching your friends shoulder to reassure her, “come on let’s go back to mine.”

Sukuna glared, not bothering to give her a goodbye as you explained to Nobara the issue before giving her a farewell. You took her back to yours as soon as she hit the couch she was out like a light. You didn’t understand how someone as pretty as her could get with someone as disgusting as Sukuna. Those stupid eyes, so intimidating and closed off to the rest of the world. You shook your head trying to not think of the devilish man as you went into your room, falling into your own slumber.

It had been a few days since the incident occurred, going to a lecture with her as she still spoke highly of Sukuna. Explaining how he had had other plans and how he apologised, it was a lie of course and you knew it. You had caught a glimpse of the multiple read messages that she had sent to him, no reply back as either he was being a cunt or something else had been occurring in his private life that he didn’t want to tell her.

She had been trying to persuade you to come back to the tattoo store, bribing you with Satoru’s number even though you had no need for the white haired man's number. She signed in defeat as you left your separate ways from the lecture.

The week continued on like this, her talking highly of Sukuna but the now unopened messages being a sign that he truly did not care. You tried to not look too long on the messages but the way you’d see her sometimes stare at her phone almost manifesting his response. It went on like this, her ignorance as it seemed she sent more than 10 messages a day in the past week. You didn’t question it, not wanting to be involved in a relationship you didn’t care for.

Having Saturday to yourself, the coffee-stained shirt is still soaking after a week due to not having bothered to actually clean it properly. Stupid Sukuna! You rubbed at your eyes wanting a relaxing evening after the studying you had done in the library most of the day. Finally getting into the blankets you sat cozied up in the covers as you put an anime on to watch.

You had only gained peace for less than 10 minutes before your phone was blaring, startling you in an instant. Your hand reached for your phone as you saw Yui’s name flash up, answering it tiredly, “hey what’s up?”

“Y/n.” Sukuna’s voice soothed out on the line, hearing your name from his mouth sending a shiver, “your stupid friend is drunk and at my place, fucking get her or I’m leaving her outside.”

“Wait? Sukuna yo…you can’t just leave her outside, and I don’t even have a car…”

He quickly interrupts, “I don’t care, we…I don’t need her right now.”

“You’re a real class a cunt.” You shout through the phone, he was cheating clearly, his misspoken words making you realise he was an even bigger jerk than you realised. Seeing the address in the chat as he had hanged up on you after you called him a cunt. It was more than a 20-minute walk and you refused to walk there, getting an uber seemed like your best bet, you didn’t understand why he didn’t let her scream or shout at him. He had been caught out and now she could see the real Sukuna that you saw.

The drive taking less than 5 minutes you told the driver to wait as you went up to his apartment, the area was nice. Almost too nice for a man with an attitude and mouth like his own, finally finding the door, you saw how it was slightly open as you heard shouting coming from within. Opening the door, you were met with Sukuna and Yui but another figure with a glum look and the exact same face as Sukuna.

“Took you long enough.” Sukuna scowled as you saw your friend in tears, instantly rushing inside to comfort her.

You glared at the boy before what seemed to be his twin or younger brother spoke up, “just make them leave Sukuna.” He didn’t seem as fuelled with anger when his brother spoke of it, but a fury flashed through your insides, tissues seemed to scatter his apartment as you finally got a look of it all.

It was a shock, pretty even something that you craved to live in, the aesthetic, the way the whole room was filled with so much comfort and warmth. Too bad a psychotic loser like Sukuna lived there. “Yo…you can’t just call my friends us..and make…make them come and get me. I…I’m not a child.” Tears flooded her face as you looked up at Sukuna ready to give him a piece of your mind.

“You really are an ass, how fucking dare you treat her like that, when all she ever fucking does is talk about how you’re such a sweet guy. I’m fucking glad she’s realised just how much of a twat you are.” His brother almost felt startled at what he was hearing looking at Sukuna for any indication of what you were talking about.

Sukuna instead grabbed your wrist pulling you towards what looked to be his kitchen, a pizza box on the side as the place was moderately tidy. “You don’t fucking get it do you?”

“What are…” He interrupted his finger on your mouth forcing you to shut up and listen to him.

You wafted his finger away waiting to hear his next words, “that guy over there is my twin, our grandfather died last Sunday.” Realisation hit you as you realised that was why he had been so tense, so on edge at Nobara’s get together. You put your hand to his shoulder to comfort him but stopped yourself waiting for him to continue, “your pathetic friend barged in here drunk and started calling us the pathetic ones.”

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” You whispered out almost feeling bad for the man.

He continued not meeting your gaze as he leant against the cabinet, eyes down, for a man with limited emotions he found it hard to express his next words without feeling somewhat sad. “I explained what happened to her and she told both of us to grow a pair and told my brother to stop crying like a twat, she can talk all the shit she likes about me. But about the people I fucking care about, I need the bitch gone now.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll take her now.” She wasn’t even that drunk, you could see it in her eyes, the glint of sympathy she wanted as she barged past you and clinged her arms on Sukuna’s neck. He pushed her away as she tried to go back onto him, embarrassment setting in for yourself.

“Come on daddy, let me take your mind off of your stupid gran…” His blood boiled as he pushed her away once more, you took the step between them, gripping her arm as you dragged her out.

You pulled her towards the door, looking at Sukuna’s twin who looked sad, they looked similar, but the distinct lack of piercings made him look even more vulnerable. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” You bowed your head before leaving with your idiotic friend.

“God Y/n, always ruining the fun.” She belted out as you both walked into the elevator.

“How disrespectful can you get; I know he’s an ass but to be so disrespectful to the dead.” You crossed your arms pissed at having been dragged into this fiasco as you looked at her almost gleeful expression.

She looked at herself in the mirror across from you both as you signed, “I don’t care, I was horny, and who cares, you said it yourself my boyfriends a cunt.”

“Ex-boyfriend.” You muttered under your breath.

“He can’t resist getting his dick wet, he’ll come back.” She spoke with a confidence you hadn’t seen before, as if her whole ditsy façade was to just gain popularity and attention. You didn’t look at her as you both walked toward the uber, making her split the cost of it all as you dropped her off, you hated it.

Hated how she sent an air kiss as she left, almost happy at the chaos she created. You knew what you had to do and that was to ignore her in lectures and hopefully never had to meet Sukuna ever again.

It seemed to be working, you’d sit beside Megumi in lectures now, a sadness in her eyes as you’d be the one ignoring her. Maybe it was because her comments didn’t sit right with you or maybe it was a way to leave a friend you didn’t care for. You hadn’t met Sukuna at all the week that followed the occurrence, you were glad to never have to see him again.

Walking into the coffee shop for your latest fix of caffeine, a storm has come across the horizon. An eeriness to the grey skies. You had gotten a bus further into town wanting to go to your fav route coffee store one far away from the likes of Sukuna. Eyes flicking at your drink you sat at a table pulling out your laptop to do some work as the grey skies slowly became a mist of darkness.

Time had caught onto you as you found yourself ushered outside at closing time rain pouring as you realised just how late it was and how the last bus had already left Bringing your phone as you stood under the shelter of the café, you went to get an uber when you felt a gust of wind and as a figure barged into you. “Fucking shitty ass rain.” It was a recognisable voice as you turned and met Sukuna, pink hair draped down across his face, as his coat barely covered him as he draped it across his shoulders. “For fucks sake it had to be you I met.”

“Fuck off, I was here first you came to me.” You scowled watching the rain pour as you went on the app to get you an Uber as quick as you could.

Sukuna’s eyes flashed to your phone, trickles of water on it as he stared at your screen, “I’ll give you a lift home, I don’t like being in debt to people.”

“You’re not though.” You mutter still looking down at your phone as you stared at the prices.

“You got rid of Yui,  I owe you.”

You didn’t understand his logic as it made no sense at all, “whatever you don’t owe me, and she isn’t my friend.”

He didn’t question it as he brought his car keys out, gesturing for you to follow as you did. It wasn’t like he was going to kill you and if Megumi was friends with him what was the harm in getting a free lift.. Even with his loud obnoxious almost suffocating presence in the rain it almost felt like the two of you could be civil.

He opened your door as you slipped inside the car, feeling the warm black leather seats as he chucked his coat to the back. The shirt he wore right across his skin as you stared at his tattoos, “it’s rude to stare.”

“Shut up.” You muttered looking out at the weather. It was gruesome and wild, and you could already see the evident traffic up ahead.

One hand stayed lazily on the steering wheel as he tapped on it as the other rested on the gear stick, he cleared his throat before finally speaking, “why did you stop being friends with her then?”

“Realised she was a bitch; I don’t want those types of people around me.” You continued to stare out of the window, looking up at the black sky, stars trickling through the rain.

He didn’t say anymore a tense atmosphere as you finally met his gaze again, his fingers tapping lightly to a song you didn’t know that was playing on the radio. “Why did you date her?” He moved forward as his jaw clenched checking his mirrors to see if he could go through a side street bypassing the traffic.

“I never did.” He muttered, still looking for a way out.

You rolled your eyes as you continued, “I might dislike her, but she spoke about you as if you were the best boyfriend in the world and now here you are acting like you never dated her.”

“God Y/n can you shut the fuck up?” You were startled by his words as he quickly went past the traffic indicator right as he turned into a side street making sure to not get caught in an uncomfortable situation again. “I never asked her out, it was a one-night stand, but she fucking kept coming to the tattoo place, and Nanami and Geto were getting pissed she said she’d leave only if I dated her and fucked her regularly.”

You were almost disgusting by the proposition, his agreement on it to make her go away and her own for making such a revolting idea. “You…you…” Unaware of what to say you trailed off as you refused to look back at him.

“Put your address in here.” He tossed his phone into your lap, easily unfolded as you put your address in without even questioning it. Putting his phone back up on the stand in his car, he continued, “why would a prissy girl like you ever become friends with someone like her?”

“She needed my help  studying.” You muttered not knowing how else to respond, it was true that you both had met out of convenience to one another. His finger motion on the wheel matched the rhythm of the song that currently played as you didn’t elaborate.

He turned to see what you were doing, how you stared out into the darkness all alone with nothing but an empty lonely apartment. “God you must be fun at parties.”

“Cut the crap Sukuna, what the fuck are you doing this for?”

“What’s this?” He gestured as he had seen you meet his gaze.

You rolled your eyes hating how he made you elaborate, “asking questions, offering me a lift home. What do you want? Sex? A good little cunt for you to fill, I knew I was right abou…”

“Y/n.” Your name felt piercingly loud against the inside of the car, “why do you always think the worst of me?”

“Because you’ve been an ass since day fucking one, gosh get off your high horse Sukuna nobody gives a fuck about this persona you have if you’re just going to act like a dick half the time.” Your words stung him as his jaw clenched pissed at how freely you spoke about his life.

“You’re giving me advice on persona’s; I knew from the first time you walked into the tattoo place that you hated Yui. Don’t talk to me about personas when you acted like you wanted to choke her to death.”

His words were filled with truth and malice as you looked down, “I…I did hate her…I do hate her.”

He didn’t expect your response, but your next words filled him with another emotion, “I was jealous, okay? She was so pretty to me, she could’ve had anyone, and she picked you, the guy who didn’t give a fuck about her. I hated her for it, hated how she got men left right and centre when all I got were guys interested in sex rather than a relationship.” You took a heavy breath as you couldn’t stop your rambling, couldn’t stop the freshly watered eyes from cascading down your face, “so yes Sukuna I fucking hate her, she is everything I’m not, everything a man wants.”

Sukuna didn’t know what to say as he put his car in park, grabbing your face in his hands as he forced you to look at him. “I know you don’t like me; I hate you as much as you fucking hate me. But you’re more than just a fuck to someone out there. Maybe it’s the guilt and grief I'm going through for not being around for my granddad as much but she is the opposite of you and was a cunt. You’re worth a whole lot more than her.”

You tried to turn away to stop staring into his eyes, his calloused hands gripped onto your face as you could feel just how intricate his fingers were. His grip tight as you felt his heavy breath against your own, “take me home.”

He let go in an instant not meeting your gaze as he drove in silence, it was too quiet for your liking. He stopped tapping the wheel as you just stared outside, watching how the rain pattered away against the roof. The arrival to your apartment complex seemed much faster as you looked at the gloomy elevator that would take you to your gloomy apartment. “What? Not going to invite me inside?”

“What do you think?” You muttered opening the door as you stepped into the rain.

You heard his own side open as he slipped out of the car, “well if you really want me too.” Rolling your eyes and not wanting to be around him you found yourself being followed by the boy, his eyes looking around the place. It was pretty, too pretty for someone like you, he watched you fumble to open your apartment. He expected to see your personality residue onto the walls but instead was met with nothing but a cream-coloured walls and the basic necessities. “What, you still moving in or something?”

You drop your stuff and take your shoes off ignoring his comment as you went straight to the kitchen. He quickly followed eyes widening to be met with another plainness, affectionless room. “Seriously why are you here?” You say getting some leftover food out of the fridge to warm up.

“I owe you.” He scratches the back of his head as he looks at the food.

You point at your food before speaking  again, “get two  plates.” He nodded eagerly as you pointed to where the plates were as you warmed it up on the stove. “You don’t owe me anything, you have me a lift home remember.”

“I owe you for my comment.” He doesn’t meet your gaze grabbing the two plates and putting them on the counter. “Your place, it's not very you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You question crossing your arms as you stared at the man.

He looked around seeing nothing of any value to you, “it’s not you, it’s just very plain and dull.”

“I’m plain and dull.” You bring the food over portioning it into the plates as you watch Sukuna look for forks to eat it with. If he had walked into this place without knowing it was yours he’d have thought it was a showroom.

You move and take your plate as you both go into the lounge right in front of the TV. “Yeah not with that mouth of yours.”

“Shut up.” You scowled sitting on the side of the couch as he sat on the other, you moved to put something on the TV as he watched you happily put on an anime that he recognised. He was surprised you had even let him step foot in your home but there really wasn’t anything to see of importance that he could mock.

He watched you eat and watch anime, so this is how you spent your days, uni, hanging out with friends, revising, eating and watching anime. “Y/n.”

“Yeah.” You muttered just as you put more food in your mouth.

“Why did you let me inside?”

You finally looked at him, plate empty as he put it on the table, you met his gaze, “we both hate each other, it’s not like i’ll ever have to see you again after this, and you said it yourself you owed me.”

“No, there’s something else, is it about what I said earlier.” He asked as you finally looked at him directly in the eyes.

You didn’t know how to reply as you stared at him softly, “I…I think you should leave.”

“For fucks sake, just tell me, like you said you won’t have to see me ever again after this.” His eyes looked up and down across your body. How you seemed so small when isolated, how that big mouth of yours that he wanted to shut up so badly. Had finally fallen silent.

You tried to think of an answer, but came to nothing, “I thought…that I was doing this to make me feel better, like I was getting back at her but instead I’m just being something I hate. I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s fine, I’d have done the same, guess we’re both dicks then.” You stifle a laugh as you look at him with wide eyes.

“Maybe you’re not that bad.”

“I’m surprised I did call you a fool.”

“Foolish puppet actually.”

He chuckles as he looks at you his lip turning upwards as he looked at the anime, “you know I thought the beast titan was Erwins dad for a solid three months.”

“What? Erwin and Zeke are like 10 years apart.” You chuckle as you pause the episode on one of the many gory scenes, “let me guess you didn’t know who the female titan was either.”

“Of course I didn’t, do I look like I read manga?” He mused out putting his arm around the couch as he watched you on your knees face him. You seemed joyful talking about anime with him, as for what seemed like hours the two of you spoke about different anime’s and stuff you both enjoyed.

“…you can’t be serious you got an anime tattoo.” You had moved closer to him; his arm touched your side as you begged for him to show you.

He turned around lifting his shirt up as it remained up to his neck. That’s when you saw the cascades of different colours and pictures around his back, the hunter x hunter phantom troupe spider being under his shoulder as you moved your finger to trace it. “Number four really.”

“Don’t lie and say you aren’t another whore for Hisoka.” His skin shivers as you trace each leg, the intricacy of all his tattoos making your mind go wild. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you had initially thought, maybe there was something more to him.

He put his shirt down as he turned to meet your eyes again you had moved closer and without realising his face was only a mere centimetres away from your own. “Sorry.” You whisper moving backwards a big in a shuffle.

“Don’t worry about it, ever thought about it then?”

“Thought about what?”

He gestured to his arm and chest tattoos as you shrugged, “maybe, but I’m indecisive it’d have to be something I really liked.”

“Well Satoru was telling me you liked my designs.” Your eyes widened at how you have been practically exposed by Satoru.

He chuckles tilting his head back as you could see his neck tattoos more, “I could always give you one.”

“You sure you wouldn’t want to give me a flower one instead.” You teased as he rolled his eyes coming closer to your body.

“I know exactly where I’d put it.” His finger grazed to your exposed arm, skimming up and down before moving up to your shoulder and down to just where your neck was.

Your breath hitched as his finger skimmed past the material nearly divulging into where your two breasts met. He watched how you gave a flushed look before smirking, removing his hand, “it’s late, pass me your phone.”

“W…why?” You spoke already, grabbing it to give to him.

“So you can have my number, we should hang out again.” His fingers typed into the new contact, easily writing his name and number as he passed back the phone.

You nodded as you walked with him towards the door, he grabbed his stuff before you saw him wave goodbye before leaving. You leant against the door as you grabbed your phone seeing his stupid name with the skull emoji, quickly typing about how you enjoyed tonight you threw your phone to the side as you felt a feeling you hated entirely.

It had been a week since both you and Sukuna had met again, but the multiple texts you both sent one another had been divulging into some sort of feeling of friendship. You had invited him to your best friends birthday celebration after feeling that both of you had somewhat become friends. He seemed happy to come along a clear contrast to when he had been made to go to the housewarming a couple weeks back.

He met you outside your apartment, seeing how you came out in a thin red dress, it was short, but you looked amazing. He had worn a similar outfit that he wore weeks prior the difference being the shirt looked a lot tighter and there had been a couple more unbuttons undone. A metal necklace cascaded down his neck brushing back and forth against the air and his skin and rings embodied his veined fingers. He watched you happily skip into the car; he couldn’t help but smile but as soon as you stepped inside the dickhead in him came out. “Sure this is a birthday party and not a strip club.”

“Aww you think I could become a stripper.” You pout as you look at the mirror putting more lipgloss on too sooth your lips. He rolled his eyes reversing out as he looked behind you both, arm on your seat as you couldn’t help but stare at his chest with the black lines and his arms that had their own.

He hadn’t noticed your staring instead moving right out and making you put the destination into his phone, “how long are you staying till?”

“However long you want.” You say typing the destination before going into his camera, “your cameras better.”

You took a couple pictures as you sent them to yourself choosing which one was the best one before putting his phone back on the grip. “She’s your friend.”

“I thought you didn’t like stuff like this.”

“What makes you say that?” His arm was lazily against the wheel as he moved it at every turn.

You shrugged before answering, “it’s a uni party, you don’t seem like the type to go to ones.”

“Just because I didn’t go to shitty uni doesn’t mean I won’t fit in, idiot.”

You rolled your eyes as you looked back on the road, his other hand scratching  his jaw. “Megumi should be there if you don’t want to be aroun…”

“I'm going with you, why would I leave you?” He didn’t meet your gaze; he already knew that if did see those wide eyes and that tiny dress one more time he wouldn’t be able to help himself take you in the car.

You nodded not saying anymore as he began rambling about some client that wanted the ugliest tattoo possible, “why did you just tell him to fuck off?”

“What makes you think I didn’t, I don’t do shitty tattoos.” His grip tightened against the wheel as he turned to see what you were doing. Your dress having ridden up as your thighs were on show, he stared at them before meeting the road gaze again.

You nodded as you increased the volume on the song that was playing, “what’s a shitty tattoo to you?”

“Flowers, girly shit.”

“You literally named one thing.” You roll your eyes as he watches you change the song from his phone, your chest on top of his arm on the gear stick as he was able to see how pretty your tits sat in the dress.

He looked down before shaking his head to look outside the windows, “flowers are shitty, any shitty type of animal.”

“What so if I asked for a dolphin you wouldn’t give me one?” He raised an eyebrow as you continued, “oh come on dolphins could be a look.”

“No they wouldn’t, they look shitty and you don’t even like dolphins.”

You shrugged leaning back in your seat, “and how would you know?”

“Because I know you, come on.” He had parked without you realising as you both got out of the car. He saw the tall high rise of buildings; it was similar to your own complex but with a lot more emotion that he’d never seen from yours.

He watched you grab his sleeve to tug him along as he stood behind you, watching how your thighs moved through the thin fabric. It was almost a blessing to have to look down at you as the ability to see how your tits perked up made his head run wild. “So what’s her name again?”

“Maki, and no she already has a boyfriend.” You stepped into the elevator, as he rolled his eyes at your comment.

“I didn’t want to fuck your best friend anyway.” He muttered as he leant against the railing, eyes flashing to how perfect you looked all dolled up in that outfit. He licked his lips as he continued, “not every girl I see I want to fuck.”

“That is true, you haven’t tried to fuck me.” He didn’t know why he almost felt sad by your comment, there of course had been a reason for not having tried to fuck you but it was stupid and pushed aside.

You both walked out as his hand moved to your back guiding you in a direction even he didn’t know about. “I swear it’s on this floor.”

“You got us lost basically,” you signed as you grabbed your phone pushing Maki’s number as you heard her scream through the phone. Sukuna gave a side eye as you elbowed his side to not be a cunt for once.

“Yeah 5th floor, number 511.” Sukuna grabbed your hand as he had seen that door, forcing you to follow as even with his tight grip. You had expected his hands to feel calloused against your own, but a burst of warmth filled you as you followed him. He knocked on the door as Maki instantly opened grabbing you into a hug, “and who is this?”

“This is Sukuna, I invited him.” You say as she lets go of you, her hair up and a giddy smile at the drink she was holding.

You handed her her present before she came up to Sukuna, “I heard you were a dick by Megumi.”

“Maki you can…”

“No it's true, where is the twat anyway?” Sukuna muttered as Maki hadn’t bothered to apologise instead unwrapping her present happily.

“By the balcony, probably.” He nodded but didn’t leave to go find him, instead sticking your side.

You met his gaze as you didn’t understand why he hadn’t left to mingle or find someone to hook up with, “not going to find Megumi.”

“I said I wouldn’t leave your side.” You nod as he continued, “come on let’s get a drink.”

He dragged you to where the drinks were, passing you a cup as he filled it with some alcohol, he saw Megumi come up towards you both, already partially drunk. “Y/n, Sukuna…together in the same room, I must be dying.”

“Real funny, I don’t see you with anybody.” Sukuna mused as he took a large sip of his drink.

Megumi rolled his eyes planting his arm across your shoulder seeing how tense Sukuna became in a matter of seconds, “go on how did you end up here then?”

“We’re friends.”

“You called him a dickhead two weeks ago.”

You chuckled at your past, his eyebrow raised wanting to hear an explanation of the comment, “that’s because he is one.” You moved to his face, your hand out as you squished his cheeks with one hand, “aren’t you?”

“You better answer her.” Megumi spoke, trying to suppress a laugh at how the big old mighty Sukuna was getting his face squished by you.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as you continued squishing his face, your warmth in your fingers making his ears prick a red colour, “yeah…I am.”

“Good boy.” You giggled letting go of him as Megumi began pouring more alcohol in both your drinks. It seemed like the party would have nothing except drinking and couples making out, you didn’t care seeing how much fun Maki was having with her boyfriend.

You and Sukuna had moved to the couch after Megumi had gotten distracted by Maki’s god, he was probably on the ground letting her dog sleep on him. Sukuna’s voice ringed in your ear as the loud music had made it hard for you both to speak normally, “you were right?”

“Is the Sukuna admitting I was right?” You teased taking a large slip as the strap of your dress had fallen off your shoulder due to having been bumped into by a lot of people.

“Oh shut it.” He didn’t continue with his words, instead moving closer to you, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just how beautiful you looked. His eyes gazed across your body, as he moved his hand to re-adjust your strap. His fingers gazing right where your arm was, “a tattoo right there.”

“I’ll have to get one there then.” You replied instantly back to him hoping he’d get the hint.

He nodded his hand tracing your skin, “I’ll give you a good tattoo, make it ruin you.” He didn’t know what he was saying, feeling you move closer to him as if you were just about to meet his lips.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” It was a shout from the doorway as you saw Yui almost jump right on you with her devilish claws. Both you and Sukuna became startled by the action as you both jumped abruptly away from one another.

Maki had come as she stood between the three of you, confusion setting in as she realised just how bad the situation was. “Yui what the fuck?”

“Why are you shouting at me, she’s the one trying to make out with my boyfriend?” The music seemed to settle into quietness as everybody began staring at the scene, you didn’t know what to say. They weren’t dating you knew that but were you really just about to kiss him, the man you had hated those weeks ago, would you have let him do more to you.

You shook your head as you were about to speak but got interrupted, “we aren’t fucking dating, god there really is nothing up there, we were never dating and you’re just a fucking bitch who sleeps around.”

“So you admit that you just wanted to fuck me.” You and Maki stared at one another as you watched what Sukuna would say next.

“Yeah, worst sex I’ve had in a while though.” Your eyes widened at the comment as you tried to suppress a laugh before she stared at you.

Her eyes flicked with rage at how you laughed at his comment, “you hated him, how could you be such a shit friend?”

“We were never friends, you tried to use me to come with you to errands and help you with shit, that’s not being friends.” You mutter crossing your arms as Maki almost looked like she was ready to fight Yui for her fake comments.

Yui looked between the three of you ready to punch you right in your face, “I fucking hate you, he’s going to realise just how boring and selfish you are, and he’ll drop you just like he did too me. You wanna know why you haven’t had a boyfriend in a whilst…it’s because every single one of them found out how dull and boring you are. He’ll see it, he’ll see how you’re a fucking cunt that just gets used for guy’s dicks.”

She stormed out of the apartment, as you let out a heavy breath. You needed fresh air as you left the silence of the room going past everybody and into Maki’s room. Knowing she had a balcony that attached to her window. Crawling out of it as you leant against the railing you saw the bright lights of the city cascade out into the sky. Cold air hitting your body as you thought about her comments, every insecurity you had had was true, you heard the window open as Sukuna stepped outside.

“You’re going to get cold, dumbass.” You don’t laugh at his comment, instead leaning  further into the balcony. “You don’t believe what she said right, she’s a fucking cunt and her words were lies Y/n.”

“You don’t understand.” You continued staring at the colourful patterns of the stars, all so pretty. He moved closer resting his shoulders against your own as he could almost see you shiver.

He met your eyeline, watching how you stared up into the dark sky, he knew you saw more than the dark. He could see it in your eyes the way you stared at the sky with such lust to explore its secrets, “explain to me then.”

“You’re you…and I’m me, I’m used to guys getting their dicks wet to me, and you use others to get your own…”

You trailed off not wanting to hear his next words, “you really are still a cunt, listen to me, Yui lied, you and I both know she’s a fucking cunt so why the fuck do you believe it.”

“Because you fucking slept with her.” You didn’t know why you shouted the comment out, it was unnecessary and made no actual sense at all.

Sukuna stayed silent, pink hair almost dropping down to his face in a type of misery, “so what you want me to fuck tou and then leave you, you want to be another one-night stand, is that all you see me as.”

“No…” you had no other words as you both stared at one another in silence, his eyes flicking across to your lips. As he moved closer, face almost touching one another’s as you heard his heavy breath against your own, mouths almost touching.

He looked down as his hands had gripped your sides ready to bring your mouth to his own, “I don’t want you to be another one-night stand.”

“Why?”

“Because you mean a lo…”  He got interrupted by the sound of a loud crash occurring inside, “fuck that’s Megumi.”

“We need to check on him.” Your minty breath hit his face as you spoke worried for your friend, you were the first to apart away; he had wished to feel your tender lips on his own but instead was now left out in the dark.

He watched you leave as you went to go check on Megumi, taking a sharp breath as he followed you. You both ended up finding Megumi with the dog wrapped around him, “he’s cuddling the fucking dog.”

“Sorry I need a picture of this.” You spoke fiddly as you brought your phone out taking different angled photos of Megumi being cuddled by Maki’s dog.

Sukuna rolled his eyes before he nudged Megumi with his food, “we’re gonna have to take him home.”

You nodded as you and Sukuna brought him up, his arms on both your shoulders as he stirred, “you two are such nice people:”

“Yeah yeah.” You muttered as you helped him towards Sukuna’s, both putting him in the back as Megumi looked like he was about to fall asleep again.

“I’ll take him to mine, after I drop you back home.” You nod as you both spent the rest of the car journey in silence, not talking about the earlier occurrence of you both nearly kissing twice.

The ride had been quick as you were met with the dull buildings once more, Sukuna watched how you said a simple goodbye, his hand grabbing your wrist to stop you. “Come round the tattoo shop at 8pm.”

“Why?” you questioned as his touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“Just come shitty woman.” You nodded as he let go of your hand watching you walk into your apartment.

“You really…why did you scream?” Megumi voice startled him as she shouted a fuck at hearing Megumi talk, “anyway, you really like her don’t you.”

“Is it that obvious.”

Megumi nodded leaning back in his seat, “you’re a dick to everybody it’s weird seeing you be nice to someone.”

“I’m not a dick to everybody.” Sukuna spoke as he started driving towards his apartments

Megumi rolled his eyes as he looked out of the window, “don’t hurt her.”

“I wouldn’t.” Sukuna mutters as he looks down knowing tomorrow would be the day he told you the absolute truth.

The next day came quicker than expected as you had a couple lectures occurring and some other crap to get onto. Before you even knew it 8pm had arrived as you found yourself walking the same street you had walked a couple weeks back. The same bricks and neon sign outside the place that made the place give off the vibe of a tattoo shop.

Walking inside as the bell indicated a customer had come, it seemed that they had had their influx in customers as Satoru seemed to be annoying Nanami who had ice on his head and Geto tapped away at the counter. “Y/n.” Satoru shouted as he bolted up and met you, “you never came back.”

“Yeah some stuff happened, you know where Sukuna is?” You question as all three of them became silent, probably not understanding why you would need the man you had been cussing out a few weeks ago.

“Sukuna.” Geto hesitantly shouted out as he looked at you, “you’re not going to kick him are you,”

“What? No!” You mutter as you see the pink haired man come down shirtless, his tattoos all on show as you got a glimpse of every single one perfectly resting across his body. “Y/n, you’re early.”

He checked his watch seeing the time being 7:50, as you gave him a small smile, “so what did you need me for?”

“To give you a tattoo idiot.” He spoke it as of you were the one who had been the dumb one in the situation.

The three men stared at you both as you stepped towards him, bodies too close for what they’d class as enemies. “Is anybody going to explain this?” Satoru muttered.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as he waited for your response, you didn’t think he’d actually be the one to give you your first tattoo, but you nodded never less. “Okay, but if you mess up I will stab you’ll

“If you’re into that, I don’t judge.” He chuckles as you jab your elbow into his chest, “give her the forms.”

Geto nodded as he passed you the forms you needed to fill out all three wanting to hear how the two of you had somehow become close, “don’t you three have plans?”

That’s when they realised why he had booked you in so late, all three had prior engagements and it’d leave you and him alone to your own devices. Satoru signed as he wanted to hear more but ended being dragged out by Nanami before Geto followed just as you handed the forms back to Sukuna

He remained shirtless as he took you to the back, locking the door of the reception to make sure nobody came in. He patted the seat gesturing for you to sit down as you looked hesitantly between the needles and the seat, “what you want to sit on my lap, will that make you feel better?”

“Shut up.” You muttered as you went to the black chair, instead feeling his grip on your wrist.

“What? Scared I’ll bite,” you hated how he teased you and instead of dismissing it and getting flushed you found yourself sitting right on his thigh, you could almost feel like much muscle he had under his joggers as your hand stayed on your own thighs.

He smirked seeing you shift your weight easily, “look at you, finally listening for once.”

“I listen.”

“No you don’t, now what are you thinking?” He passes the book with many designs from his coworkers scattering each page. You instantly went to his page, looking at all the intricate details of different types before you saw the designs of dragons as it breathed out fire. He watched you stare at it, finger gliding across it as he moved your hair to the side, head on your shoulder as he spoke, “you want a dragon.”

You nodded eagerly at the small design, as he put the book down and looked at you with soft eyes, “where do you want it?” You point to the top of your arm, the arm he had touched last night, the arm that still had his finger ingrained into your skin. His eyes flicked to your arm; you wore a long sleeve shirt as he knew you’d have to take it off to get right up to the top of your arm.

“This is a ploy to get me naked isn’t it.” You teased as you lifted your shirt above your head, Sukuna trying to say a word as now the two of you were shirtless in front of one another.

He tried to hide his smirk as he got the stencil ready for your arm, he knew it’d hurt, knew you’d want to grab onto something so why not grab onto him. “If I wanted to see you naked I wouldn’t do it here.”

Your eyes widened feeling the rubbing alcohol on your arm drip down to your wrist, “which one was your first?”

You changed the subject as he rubbed the area before grabbing the stencil that was to the side of you both, “the one on my finger.”

His other hand had moved the stencil up to your arm whilst your fingers grabbed his hand seeing the skull right on the edge of his right hand. “It’s pretty.”

“Yeah my parents hit me so hard after I got it done.” You chuckled lightly feeling his move his hand away from you, sad at his quick movement as you played with your own fingers. You felt the stencil being pulled away from your arm as you could see the small outline of a dragon and its fire across your arm. “Like it?”

You nodded eagerly as you watched him prepare the equipment you didn’t know what he was doing but admired each concentrated move that he had. Eyes widening when he looked up at you with a smirk having noticed your continuous looks at him, “don’t worry, it won’t hurt and if it does, tough.”

“And I thought you were going to be encouraging.” You mumble as you stare at your arm, the blue marks making your insides almost cave in at how scared you actually were.

He chuckled lightly just as he finished ready to start on the outline, he was almost glad it was just an outline with no shading knowing in an instant you’d be in much more pain. “You’ll be fine, I would tell you to hold my shirt but…you could always hold onto my thigh?”

“Just start.” You fidgeted on his thigh, legs swinging as you began hearing a low hum of a needle, feeling some other liquid go across the lines. He looked directly at you nodding to make sure you knew it was about to occur.

Your hands stayed on your lap as you felt the first mark take place, pain instantly rushing to that one spot as you grabbed his thigh, just close to where his crotch was. He dismissed how your hand was so close yet so far away from his cock instead asking if you were okay, after seeing you nod, he continued as the pain began to subdue. You couldn’t lie and say your eyes hadn’t begun watering because they had. You wiped it away with your other hand as you felt Sukuna move onto the fire part. You could never understand how he’d gone through the pain of all of his tattoos, the ones across his arm and chest, his fingers and back and most likely having some on his legs as well.

You watched how he’d occasionally look back at your gaze, see if you were doing fine with pain. Always giving him a reassuring look back to make sure he knew that you could handle it, you felt him finally relax as he the low hum stopped, your hand still on his thigh as he smiled at the design. He grabbed his phone from the side taking a picture of it before passing it for you to see yourself.

The small intricate details had done on the dragon was perfect, the way he had started to put stuff away whilst you still sat on him and the way you could still see your photos from last night in the corner. He hadn’t deleted them , kept them for some unknown reason and you definitely were not going to ask him why he still had the images.

“Let me dress it and bandage it for you.” You nodded but he remained still as you stared at the image, “I need you to get up, dumbass.”

“Sorry.” You mutter standing up and sitting on the actual chair, eyes staring at the details of it all. You had a tattoo and not just that it was a tattoo that Sukuna had designed and placed on you. It was something he was proud of, he watched you stare at his phone, probably unaware that it was on you and not just a picture.

Signing he grabbed the dressing and bandages, standing up to start wrapping it around your arm, you felt startled when his cold fingertips touched your arm. Putting his phone down as you saw the cling film around you, a redness coming from the tattoo, as he began telling you what to do every night and giving you some leaflet on it. “…don’t worry though I’ll text you to make sure you remember.”

“I’ll remember.” You put your shirt back on as you whined the comment out.

“I’ll text you to make sure you remember.” He repeats already knowing that you’d become too lazy to even bother to change the dressing every night.

“So mean.” You pout as he takes you back to the front, leaning against the counter as the dark sky stood out for the both of you to see, “so how much is it?”

You had already gotten your credit card out ready to pay for it, but his hand stopped you, “It’s free.”

“What? No, take the card.” You almost push your money onto him not wanting to take something for free. He takes the card before putting it right back into your arm, almost chucking it at you as he did, “Sukuna please just take it.”

“No.”

“I will never talk to you again if you don’t take it.”

“Okay.” You both glared at one another in silence waiting for one of you to crack, it just had to be you, however.

“I hate you.”

He crossed his arms smirking as he came round to the front leaning against the counter, “no you don’t.”

“Yes I do.” He cocks his head to the side, you watch as each of his muscles tense up as he looks down to you, his face coming closer and closer each time. Hand moving to hold the side of your face, as you looked up at him.

“You can pay me back another way.” He whispers softly as his lips brushed against your own, feeling a hungry need to kiss him, his other hand had moved to your waist ready to bring you closer to him.

You felt his hot breath hit your lips, the way he licked his lips with a hunger, your face moving closer as he moved his hands moved to his shoulders to meet his eyeline. He felt pushed against the counter as he leant against it watching how you moved one of your fingers to his jaw caressing his face as you looked down between his eyes and mouth. Before finally moving your finger, mouth ready to kiss his own before both being startled by the buzz of the door opening.

“Sukuna.” It was a voice you had recognised prior, as you turned to be met with Sukuna’s twin brother.

Sukuna looked between you and his brother, signing at how this had been the third time he had been cockblocked. All he wanted to do was kiss you, was to take you out, call you his but it felt like the universe had had other plans.

“What?”

You stood between the two of them as his twin stared at you, “Mum said to come and drop this off.” He showed a bag with what looked like some old clothes, you didn’t question it instead smiling at the boy. “You’re the girl from a couple weeks back.”

“Hi, yeah I’m Y/n.” You put your hand out as his twin takes it, Sukuna rolling his eyes as he grabbed the old clothes, he looked between the clothes before finding what he was looking for. It was something you recognised, as you let go of the boy's hand.

“Itadori.” You nodded as the boy looked confused as the two of you stared at the old shirt, he eyes you up and down almost admiring how you looked so sweet and sexy at the same time.

“I told you I had it,” Sukuna chuckled as he showed you the old retro Pokémon shirt he owned, it was old, something a 13-year-old wore and not a grown ass man. You had remembered a conversation the two of you had had earlier on last week where he had rambled on about how he loved Pokémon and had the biggest crush on Jessie which you never understood.

“It’s still a lame character to simp over.” He had been pointing to the destroyed Jessie as Itadori felt uncomfortable invading on a private moment between the two of you.

“Anyway, nice to meet you, Sukuna suck a dick, later.” He walked back out of the store as Sukuna gave him the finger before turning back to you, he knew the moment had been ruined but a hungry need had erupted at how he needed to have you. He had seen how Itadori had stared and watched the closeness of you both, had looked you up and down, looked at what was his with a look of hunger.

Sukuna, grabbed his shirt quickly putting it on before grabbing the bag and your hand in his other, “where are we going?”

You questioned as he locked the place up before grabbing your wrist once more and dragging you to his car. “Back to mine.”

“Wh…” He had thrown the bag in the car and pushed your back against the door, hands trapping you as he moved closer and closer to you, making you seem ever so small to him. He smirked as he interrupted, hand grabbing your jaw as he gave you a sadistic grin.

“Nobody looks at what’s mine and sweetheart…you’re now mine.” Your breath hitched as his other hand grabbed your waist arching you into the car as his lips found its way onto your own.

The kiss he had craved for so long occurred in a matter of seconds, your hands moving to his hair as you tugged at the pink locks. Your moans making his head spin as his tongue divulged into your own, gliding back and forth with your own, he brought your body even closer to his own. Mouths craving one another as you had gotten the kiss you had only dreamt about. Saliva dripped down your jaw as he let go off, thumb wiping it away as he looked at you with almost hungry eyes.

“I’m taking you back to mine and making every single fucking person know that you’re mine, okay baby.” He hand moved to your jaw grabbing a hold of it as he was waiting for an answer, waiting to hear the yes he craved.

“Okay Sakun…”

“Try again.” He moved your mouth to skim past his lips again, already seeing how much you craved to feel his lips once more as you tried to reach his own.

You took a sharp breath as you spoke to give him the power he wanted, “yes sir.”

“Good girl, get in the car.” His words were quick as you found yourself quickly entering not knowing what had gotten between the two of you as soon as he stepped inside the car, his hand rested on your thigh as he quickly drove out to get to his apartment.

A quick - most likely over the speed limit - journey later, his hand on your back made your insiders quiver at the sensation of what was to occur. Once you both began walking past the elevator, the tense atmosphere you both had gone through in the elevator having not helped, you found yourself finally getting the confidence to speak.

“Are we…”

He interrupted you as he finally unlocked the door, pushing you through as you felt yourself pressed against the inside of his apartment. His lips moving across your neck as he spoke the words you had needed to hear from the beginning, “you aren’t some fuck, you’re mine.”

“I��I don’t want to disappoint you.” You breathed out after thinking hard, his lips left your neck as he looked into those deep eyes of yours. Pools of lust and love cascading down as he couldn’t help but bring his two hands to cup your face.

“You would never disappoint me baby, after I’m done stuffing you full of me, I’ll prove to you just how much you mean to me.” His voice was a quiet whisper as he kissed you once again, your hands quickly kissing him back as he continued to press you against the door. Hands roaming your body as he brought comfort and love to every part of you.

His lips left your own as he kissed down your neck, hands moving to your thighs to bring you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Watching how you arched your neck for him, as he bit and sucked at your neck wary to not harm your arm as he walked towards his room.

Pushing you in as he threw you onto the bed, taking his shirt off as his arms moved to the side of your body. A predator ready to hunt down his prey, his hand went under your chin making you look up at him as he spoke, “I’m going to make you call me yours by the end of the night, sweetheart, make that pretty cunt drip with me in you.”

He smoothed your hair before moving his hands to your side, watching you nod at his actions. His fingers moving your shirt above your head. Even if you had been exposed to him previously, it felt a lot more intimate now, his hungry eyes wanting to encase every essence of you. “So pretty.” He mumbled as he unhooked your bra letting your tits perk up to the exposed air.

He watched how your face became flushed, as his hands roamed across his chest and stomach, leaving soft kisses down your body as your fingers outlined his tattoos. “Sir…I want you,” your whine made Sukuna look up, his mouth had salivated your nipples as a trail of spit led from his bottom lip to your hard nipple.

“Keep begging,” his words were harsh as he went back to sucking on your nipples, a need for his hardened cock to divulge right into your wet slick filled cunt made you frustrated.

“Pleas…sir,” you moaned as he bit at your nipple, watching how you arch your back into his skin, “I need you.”

“Stupid slut, can’t live without my cock, right?” He swirled his tongue against your nipple as his hands had moved your jeans down, eyes fixated on the way your pretty cunt had been covered.

“I can…’t.” Your whines filled his apartment as he moved his mouth across your stomach, feeling how your hands had moved into his hair, tugging at the strands to go lower. His teeth gripped the fabric as he pulled it down instantly seeing the slick having dampened your underwear. He pulled it away, chucking it onto his desk as his mouth instantly met your clit, spreading your legs to beside his body.

Licking and sucking at the folds that divulged into your cunt, your moans filled the room as one of his hands began kneading at your breasts, mouth covered in slick. “Mo…more.”

He listened to your babbling whines, moving his tongue right into your cunt, his other hands moving to your clit as he rubbed circles with his thumb. You arched your back as soon as you felt his tongue glide through your warm cunt, he could taste the coating of slick run down his tongue mixing with his saliva. It wasn’t common for Sukuna to go down on girls, he knew most of his one-night stands had been ones of getting sucked off and then fucking them. He couldn’t tell you the last time he had gone down on a girl, but the way you gripped at his hair, pushed him further. He knew you would be the only girl he’d ever go down on, with your swollen clit and folds that were encased in slick.

How could he not resist?

His tongue continued to lap inside your cunt, your moans for his tongue to go deeper as the bridge of his nose touched his fingers, he moved his slick covered fingers across your nipples before sticking his fingers right into your warm mouth. You easily took the two fingers sucking and wrapping your tongue around them. Sukuna knew why he was eating you out, he wanted you to feel pleasure, he wanted you to know you had his undivided attention, that he was the only man to make you feel good.

You felt a knot in your stomach already feeling cum start to gush down right into his mouth, he could sense it as his tongue movement became faster, rougher even, your moaning making his ever-growing cock become painfully hard. “Cum in my mouth.” He mumbled through his licks, on command white gushed from your cunt as he mouth was coated in a wet white liquid.

He looked up at you as his mouth remained near your cunt, his fingers moved from mouth as he licked his lips wiping the rest of the cum on his arm as he watched your dazed expression. He moved up, kneeling between your spread legs as he moved down to capture your lips, you could taste yourself on his mouth, his mouth sucking at your tongue as he moved his mouth down your neck. Giving a long lick across your jaw and down to your collarbone, “want me to stuff you now baby, make you full.”

“Ye…yes sir.” He couldn’t help but admire your expression, the way your eyes were eager as your hands moved to his joggers, already seeing his hard cunt ready for you. Mouth watering as he pulled his joggers away, his muscled thighs that could crush you in an instant between your dripping cunt as his bulge was more evident.

He couldn’t help but stop and stare as he took his boxers off, seeing how pretty you looked with the dishevelled her and look of admiration. The girl he had spilt coffee on was underneath him, begging to be filled with his cock. He couldn’t help but feel cock as his cock was in his hands, pumping his hand lazily around it before moving it across your clit and slick. “Please…put it in me.”

He smirked at your whines before aligning his cock right into your core, he brought both your legs up between his arms and chest as he stayed between your spread legs. “You want to be my good girl.”

“Ye…yes I’ll be your good girl,” at the sound of this his cock instantly pushed into your cunt, “Agh S…ir.”

Your breathing had become heavy as he groaned at the feeling of your cunt, “so tight, pretty girl.”

His hands had moved onto the bed as he encased your face, each thrust making you moan, your hands on his back, scratching against his many tattoos as he brought his face closer to your own. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His words hit you as you looked into his eyes, love pooling from them as you kissed him slowly, each thrust becoming softer and slower as he kept a steady rhythm as you finally spoke the words he had needed to hear. “I…like you Sukuna.”

“Ryo, call me Ryo.” He whispered as he kissed your jaw, each thrust making you whine into his ear as something in your heart felt full at his allowance to let you call him a name he had been adamant against, he continued with more comforting words of, “you’re everything to me.”

His words were comforting, he would never understand why he had been such a cunt to you at the beginning. But being deep inside of you, the trust you had for him as both your foreheads touched, his eyes flashing with love against your own. It must have been fate that brought you both together on that windy night, he didn’t know what else it could be.

The full moon shone through the window, each thrust sending you a shock of love and comfort as he could feel how your legs twitched beside his own. He kissed you one last time feeling your second orgasm come through as he sloppily continued to fuck you, he saw how tears welled up in your eyes. He wiped them with his hand kissing your cheek as your hands remained around his body as he rode his own orgasm out. Your cunt stuffed and filled with his cum as he kept his cock inside of you, looking into your eyes, head resting against your chest. As he heard your heavy breathing one of your hands moving to caress his pink hair as you both stayed like this.

He would never know how this moment occurred, but he did know that the prettiest most annoying girl he had ever met was underneath him and he finally understood what paradise really was like.

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Ace fic request if ya feel: Jmart taking a bath together at Upton, w some nonsexual nudity/intimacy? Thank u!!

“Ahaha, I’ll ask for some ace fic prompts and do drabbles for it!” I said, naively. 3K words later. Thank you Gwyn for reading over this and fixing my typos because it is. now coming up to 5am because I decided to write 3K in one sitting

CWs for talk of nudity but no one ever gets full nakey. Jon also has a brief panic about not being able to protect Martin without the Eye.

Ao3 version too 

They’d probably been awake for an hour or so by the time the feeling of grime coating his skin became intolerable. 

It felt wrong, really, the juxtaposition of the soft, clean cotton under his head and the greasy knots his hair had woven itself into over the course of their journey. Like it was insulting to the pillow, the case of which, Jon guessed absently, was worth more than his entire bed back in his flat, if it was still standing.

And wasn’t that something? To have to guess that and not just be aware. As it normally was, the Beholding would inform him that that wasn’t quite true, as while the sheets on this bed were certainly nice they were more chosen for display purposes than with the intent of anyone truly sleeping in them. The house was a museum. The curators had not supposed upon the current scenario. 

The current scenario being that there were two men lying in it, half asleep, lying still and just staring at each other with an eye-watering fondness. They had spoken, when they first awoke. Got out all the words they wanted to say. The “Where are we” and the “How long were we asleep?” and the “Is it finally safe to rest?” and the “I love you so, so much.” 

Now the thing to break the silence was the sound of Martin’s stomach making its discontent known. This, of course, sent them both into peals of laughter, because when was the last time they’d felt mundane hunger? 

“Do you think they even have food here?” Martin asks, still buried up to his neck in duvet. 

“Perhaps? Salesa surely has to eat, if we do.” 

“Yeah, but Annabelle though,” Martin chews his lip in mock contemplation. “What if we go downstairs and open up all the cupboards and it’s just… Flies as far as the eye can see, all wrapped up for eating. There’s one in the fridge all done up on a platter like a Christmas ham. Cloves spiked into it and all.” 

Jon winces. “I’d really rather not picture that right now, if you don’t mind.”

“Ah, course,” Martin says, looking slightly sheepish as they lapse into silence again. “Should probably go check though. Don’t exactly want to have gotten through all that just to starve. Though I’d happily let this be my death bed, honestly. Don’t think I’ve slept that well in… Ever.” 

“Mmh, now that you mention it, I’m quite peckish as well… Odd, that. Had almost forgotten what it felt like.” Jon heaves himself into a sitting position, and takes stock of the door to his left. “Probably the bathroom. Ensuite. Very nice.” 

“You want to get cleaned up before we go scavenging?” Martin asks, prying the duvet away like he’s pulling teeth. Jon feels bad that they can’t just stay in bed all day. He hadn’t been able to sleep, in the safe house, but Martin had chosen to dream. He might be biased, but Jon figures that that was probably worse. Martin seemed now to be relishing the opportunity to relax.

“I think we rather need it. Not keen to embarrass ourselves in front of our hosts a second time, so I’d rather not appear downstairs looking like something the cat dragged in.” Jon shoves the duvet away and gets, somewhat shakily, to his feet. Damn. No Beholding means the pain from- Where- The wound… His leg hurts. It means his leg hurts something fierce. He hopes he can stand in the shower. 

When he makes his way over to the door and swings it open, it turns out not to be a concern. The bathroom, in the fashion of the rest of the house, has no shower. Instead, a comically beautiful bathtub sits against the opposing wall. It’s a clawfoot, gold varnish painted over its feet where porcelain turns to antique wood. 

“You want to go first then?” Martin asks, slowly pulling the duvet around himself again. 

Jon rolls his eyes. “Yes, I’ll go on ahead. You enjoy the extra time.” 

Martin gives him a smug look and burrows down again. God, Jon really, really loves him. Which is why, when he puts his hand on the door handle to close it behind him, he freezes. 

Statement readings aside, this will be the first time Martin has been out of his sight in… However you choose to categorize the indefinite amount of time they spent roaming the hellscape. And even then, Jon had his powers. If anything threatened Martin he’d be there to help him. To save him. The Eye offers no such comfort now. Jon doesn’t want to close the door. He doesn’t want Martin out of his line of sight. Not with Annabelle here. He won't leave him alone, not now. 

“... Jon? You okay?”

Jon realises he’s been standing in the doorway for at least a minute now, hand frozen in indecision. He blinks a few times, trying to bring his eyes back into focus. He opens his mouth, and finds himself gaping slightly, looking for the words. 

Martin shifts, sitting back up again. “Jon, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

It comes out like a croak. “I- I don’t Know.”

Martin’s tone is gentle, placating, two hands gently offered out in Jon’s direction. “You don’t know what’s wrong?”

“No, I don’t Know,” he can feel tears beading at the corners of his eyes and tries to push down the lump in his throat. He’s gone this long without crying, why does he have to go and do it now, ruin the peaceful moment that he’d watch Martin lapse into like a drowning man with air. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Martin hushes, sliding out of bed and walking round from his side. He brings his arms around Jon and just lets them stay there, not pulling him against his chest in a restrictive grasp, but just laying his hands against his back, letting him know he’s there. 

Despite his best attempts, Jon lets out a hiccup. “And- And that should be a good thing. It should. I don’t want to Know. But it’s… I’ve spent so long with this constant presence at the back of my skull and now it feels… It’s raw and it’s vulnerable. Annabelle Cane could be a wall away and I’m vulnerable and that means you are too. If I’m in another room, I can’t Know if something is wrong, and more importantly, if something does go wrong I can’t save you.”

The right wrapped around to hold Jon’s left hip, Martin’s free hand has been tracing soothing patterns into his back through his shirt. It stills when Jon finishes. He takes a moment, before breathing out heavily through his nose. He leans back slightly so he can look down and match eye levels. 

“Jon,” he says, and his voice is as soft as that duvet felt. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. I’m so sorry. I thought being free of the Eye would be a good thing, I didn’t even consider how it would feel for you. I can’t promise nothing will go wrong, because… Well, our track record speaks for itself. But I can try and ease your fears.” He brushes Jon’s fringe out of the way, and presses a quick kiss to his forehead. “Tub seems pretty big. How do you feel about taking a bath together?” 

Jon feels his face, flushed from tears, pale. And oh what a relief, to feel a fear so comparatively… Mundane. To not be afraid of the cosmic monstrosity in the back of your brain, or the spiders with motives that scuttle across the ceiling, or the fact that you are responsible for the suffering of billions. Oh to be afraid of… Intimacy. 

Martin must feel him tense, because the hand on his back drops away, and the one at his hip loosens its grip. “I’m sorry, if that’s too much, we can just-”

“No,” Jon cuts him off, and is surprised at his own voice. “No, I… I would like that. That sounds nice.”

He knows it’s from his earlier anxieties, but Martin must still be able to feel Jon trembling slightly under his hand, because he continues to give Jon a sceptical look. 

“Forgive me for being blunt, but you really don’t seem up for that. If that’s not in your… Intimacy wheelhouse, I get it.” 

“I’m just a little shaken, is all,” Jon says, but he knows there’s a truth to Martin’s words. He knows Martin respects him and his orientation, they’d had long discussions about it in the safe house, about boundaries and desires and how Jon wanted to spend his days glued to Martin’s side but he under no circumstances wished to have sex with him. He knows that this isn’t what that is, that Martin means it in the most innocent fashion imaginable, but there’s still something about the idea of close, physical proximity while naked that makes the hairs on his arm stand on end and his stomach churn. 

It’s not that he was bashful about it. He’d seen Martin naked before, gotten changed in the same room most mornings and evenings in the safe house, but that was just a symptom of existing in the same space, never something actively done with the intent to exhibit. It had, predictably, stirred no feelings in him. The idea of them so close while not clothed… No, that wouldn’t be happening. 

“I- Can I make one request, though?” Jon asks, tilting his no longer watery eyes up to meet Martin’s. 

“Anything,” Martin replies, no hesitation to be found. 

Jon feels his face flush again, and the rapid pooling and draining of blood from his face must be doing terrible things to his circulation. “Can- Can we keep our underwear on? Please? God, sorry, that must sound horribly childish-” 

“No, no that’s okay. Whatever you need to feel comfortable,” Martin says and his voice is not so much laced with sincerity as built from bricks of it. 

They break apart and Martin ambles through the doorway and over to the bath, turning the water on. It sputters, clearly struggling after years of disuse, but after a few seconds it flows clear. Martin waits for the brackish residue to be cleaned away before popping the plug into place.

Jon preoccupies himself with looking over the shelves. They were well stocked, likely by Salesa, as Jon has a hard time believing that plastic bottles full of opalescent purple liquid were considered period appropriate set dressing. He pops the lid open on one and is met by a strong whiff of lavender. He tucks it under his arm before swiping a shampoo and matching conditioner. 

“Find something you like?” Martin asks, leaning against the edge of the tub. Jon hums a response before joining him. The tub was filling up quickly now, almost half way full and the water is pleasantly warm when he drags his fingers through it. Jon deposits two of the bottles where they can be grabbed when needed, before taking the lavender body wash and drawing swirls into the water until a layer of foam and bubbles begin to build on the surface. 

When Jon turns back to face Martin, his fingers are twitching at the hem of his t-shirt. Whoever was responsible for transferring them from cold marble floor to warm bed had also seen to it that their shoes were removed, as well as their bags and coats, which Jon had seen folded and placed over a chair in the corner of the bedroom. They were both down to their now ripped, muddied and bloodied trousers, and two v-neck t-shirts from the same set, Jon’s of which was tucked into his jeans to disguise the fact that it was several sizes too large. What possible conclusion could be drawn from that?

Martin cleared his throat. “Do you mind, then, if I…?”

“Yes, of course, go ahead.” 

Martin pulled his shirt over his head. 

It’s not that Jon didn’t find him attractive. He did, very much so, just in the romantic sense. So seeing Martin shirtless was similar to seeing him in a particularly flattering outfit. It didn’t change the way he felt about him, just intensified it. He was very handsome and Jon enjoyed getting to look at him. 

He pulls his own shirt over his head, before turning back to trail his hands through the water again, trying to gage the temperature and encourage more bubbles. When he turns back to face Martin again, he’s fiddling with his belt, eventually getting it undone and letting his trousers drop. Jon does the same. And then nothing more happens, and Jon breathes a sigh of relief. It’s not that he hadn’t trusted Martin to keep his word and not fully strip on him, it was just.. It was a relief. 

“Shall we?” Martin asks, gesturing towards the water. 

“Let’s,” Jon responds, hooking one leg over the edge before stepping fully into the bath, and letting himself sink below the water. 

He’s just about acclimated when suddenly the water is rising slightly as Martin joins him, placing himself at the other end of the tub. There’s not enough room for his legs, so he ends up with his knees close to his chest, sticking out of the water. Jon’s just about fit, stretching down to the other end of the bath and bracketing each side of Martin’s hips. 

If the bed was heaven, this is absolutely blissful. The warm water surrounds his aching joints, slowly massaging them as it laps around him. The water, just seconds earlier clean and pure, is already starting to take on a stale quality as the dirt begins to slough off of the two of them, but Jon can’t bring himself to care for relief that it’s no longer coating his skin. He thinks the lavender may have been a bad choice, because between it and the warmth he’s finding it hard not to fall asleep again. 

“This okay?” Martin asks, because he’s still worried about Jon and his comfort and that makes his heart ache with affection, that someone would care that much about him and his boundaries. 

“Far more than okay,” he responds, dragging one hand down the other arm in an attempt to get some stubborn filth off. Martin is doing the same, except he’s wisely taken a sponge from somewhere and is scrubbing at a spot on his ankle where his trouser and boot hadn’t quite met and the Buried had decided to leave a crusted circle in its wake. 

They sit in silence for quite a while, each taking care of their own needs before Jon reaches one arm out of the bath to make a swipe at the bottle of shampoo. 

“Here, let me,” Martin says, breaking the quiet. He shifts forward slightly, on instinct, before pausing and rocking back slightly. “If you want, that is. Do you?” 

“Do I what?” 

“Do you want me to do your hair? It’s just- It’s probably easier, y’know, than you trying to do it yourself.” 

“And far more romantic,” Jon adds, smiling as he leans over to press a kiss to Martin’s freshly cleaned cheek. 

“That too. Do you want to turn around?” 

Jon answers wordlessly by shifting until he’s facing away from Martin. He’s surprised, but not unpleasantly so, when Martin’s arms wrap around him and gently pull him backwards until his back is just shy of flush with Martin’s chest. It’s very intimate. It’s very nice. 

“That okay?” Martin asks again, and more than ‘I love you’, that’s a phrase Jon will never grow tired of hearing because it means Martin truly cares for his comfort. 

“Absolutely.” 

“Good,” Martin says, as he uncaps the shampoo and pours a small puddle of it into his hands. Even turned away, Jon can smell the wafts of artificial apple scenting in the stuff. 

When Martin starts to gently drag his fingers against Jon’s scalp, he can feel himself almost melt under the touch. His spine loses all tension and he lets himself fall back entirely against Martin’s chest, and it’s only the knowledge that he needs to keep still for Martin to actually do his job that stops him from turning and burrowing his face there. 

“I really hope that was a positive thing and you haven’t just fainted on me. Like, literally on me,” Martin says from behind him and this close, pressed up against him Jon can feel it reverberating in Martin’s chest. 

“Still conscious, don’t worry. That’s just… Very nice.” 

“Oh! Well… Good.” 

This continues for a few minutes, Martin slowly making his way from the scalp down to the roots of Jon’s hair, untangling it with his fingers and then repeating the process with the conditioner until his hair ran smooth under Martin’s hands. Even when Jon knows he’s long finished any actual hair care, Martin continues to run his fingers through the hair, just because. Jon loved him for it.

Eventually, both of Martin’s hands come to rest against Jon’s torso. “This okay?” 

“Yes. I don’t mind any of the touching, as long as it’s… Nowhere previously established to be out of bounds.” 

“Gotcha,” Martin says, pressing a kiss to Jon’s shoulder that makes his brain fizzle like fireworks. 

It takes Jon a minute to fully realise what Martin is doing. Two hands trace lines along his ribcage, one on each side, thumbs gently drawing and redrawing a pattern. His scars. 

Then, the hands travel upwards. Again, two lines along his chest, traced with as much tender care, and Jon’s brain has gone a little fuzzy. He’s unused to such casual touching. There is nothing hurried about it, no urgency, no purpose other than to make him feel good. To make him feel loved and cherished, and if he’s being honest, it’s working. No ulterior motive. This isn’t the lead up to anything. It just exists on it’s own as an experience he gets to have without worrying about what comes after, because he knows the answer is nothing. 

After, Martin shifts slightly, leaning forward. One hand cups Jon’s elbow, raising that arm out of the water as one by one, from shoulder to palm, Martin makes his way down pressing a soft kiss to each and every circular scar. He repeats the process with the other arm. As if to finish it off, he presses a slow, soft, close mouthed kiss to the line that stretches across the front of Jon’s neck.

He’s perfect. Martin Blackwood is perfect and Jon doesn’t know what he did to deserve… This. This quiet barrage of love, the consideration and care poured into it something Jon never thought he would be worthy of, let alone have become a reality.

Jon twists to lie sideways, pressed against Martin with his head tucked under Martin’s chin. Martin’s knees bracket his shoulders on either side and he feels safe. He is in the eye of the storm, a brief respite from the dreadful horrors that ravage the world outside their bubble, but with Martin Blackwood he is safe.

[i-rely-on-you]

This Is A Trap I Would Gladly Walk Into With You

Parent trap promt from @bearly-believeable I hope you’ll like what I did with it 😊 

‘This was ridiculous’ is what was going through Farah’s mind at the moment. Utterly ridiculous.  

It all had started that morning on the training grounds. The now second years of fairies had their first outdoor training lesson. The objective had been easy. Use one’s powers to their advantage and gain the upper hand in a controlled fight of elements. And so far it had been going good. They had been at it for almost two hours now and the young trainees were getting more sure of their powers and bolder with their moves.  

At some point Saul had come over to stand next to the headmistress to check in on their progress. Nodding approvingly he chanced a glance to his side to gauge her reaction at what her students were capable of. The fairy was sporting a timid smile, a look that he could decipher so clearly as pride, it made his face almost split with his own smile at seeing her so openly delighted by her students. At how they were learning and rolling with the punches of each other’s attacks and how they were adapting to all of it.  

That was until everything that could go wrong in such a training situation, decided to go wrong.

Farah had been chatting with Saul, only taking her eyes off of her students on the mat for one split second to give him a reprimanding look for making slight fun of her otherwise strict demeanour today when something during the fight before them got out of hand.  

Saul who was in the process of going back over to his own students, had his back to the mat and was oblivious to the spell behind him going awry. Giving him her scolding look and getting a smirk in return she heard a panicked intake of air and glanced over his shoulder to the fight on the training platform again only to see a student struggle to reign in their powers and slipping with the effort to press down on it to extinguish the build-up.  

It all happened in the blink of an eye and later nobody could explain how she had actually managed to keep everyone alive through this ordeal.  

The other student had seen what her partner was struggling with and had tried a counter attack to catch the burst of magic, but this only resulted in the explosion doubling in size. Both blasts had careened into each other and the force of the combined attack had the air sizzling with energy.  

Farah had a split second to decide what to do to help her students and channeled her powers to shield both the teenagers from the detonation. This resulted in a chain reaction of sorts seeing as all the amassing energy needed to go somewhere, needed an outlet. That outlet seemed to be a straight path towards where the headmistress and the headmaster were standing.  

The mind fairies eyes had widened at realising this and had thrown out a hand over her colleagues shoulder to shield him from catching the blast to the back. Sadly her shield didn’t actually act as a buffer but more of a movable object in the energy blasts path.  

The impact on his shielded back had him propelled forward and into the headmistress. His quick reflexes had Saul grasp onto her tightly the second the shock wave hit his back. His one arm winding around her back and his other hand grasping the back of her head in support. Which had been a very clever and tactic move on his part seeing as she would’ve probably concussed herself with the impact on the massive stone wall they had careened into, if not worse.  

Upon connecting with the bricks the pair slid down the wall landing in a tangled heap on the ground.  

Breathing deeply and trying to force shuddering heaving lungfuls of air into their bodies the pair remained laying there for just a second before the headmaster rightened himself a little to take his other hand to Farah’s head as well, grasping onto it with both his hands, effectively cradling her face in the process trying to make her look at him.  

His face was swimming over hers and she could barely make out his features, his breathing coming back to her more clearly with each moment passing. Pressing her eyes shut and holding a hand to her temple the fairy breathed out a pained groan before taking hold of his chest strap blindly. Without opening her eyes she mumbled a quiet, “Are you hurt?” before gliding her fingers over his shoulder to the back of his head and into his hair to reassure herself that there was no blood.  

Still laying partially on top of her the specialist shook his head, making her feel the movement through her hand still fisting his hair at the back of his head. It was at this moment Saul noticed the students gathering around them. The air laden with fear for their teachers and blind panic. Not casting them a look, his eyes still fixed on the woman underneath him he wiped his thumbs over her temples soothingly and asked very lowly for only her to hear, “Farah can you look at me?”

Nodding the mind fairy winced as the movement hurt her head but squinted up at him once more, her hazel orbs settling on his worried murky grey ones. His eyes looked almost green in these shadows it made her breathe in deeply at the sight of it. The colour was so vivid and ever changing depending on the light making her feel at home and safe instantly.  

Suddenly the headmistress startled a little her eyes shooting open wider, her head lifting up from the cradle of her specialists hands looking around wildly. Until her gaze settled on the two fairies that had caused the explosion. Her eyes were warm and relieved upon laying eyes on their huddled up but unharmed forms. They were leaning on each other for support she noticed but otherwise didn’t seem to be injured. Giving them a reassuring smile she let her head drop back down into the soft hands of her protector before addressing them with a voice soft as velvet.  

“Are you two alright? Did the blast get either of you?” Shaking their heads quickly the boy started to stammer out apologies, “I am so sorry Miss. I didn’t mean to-“, but Farah cut him off with a gentle shushing noise before saying, “It wasn’t your fault Oliver. I’m fine. That was an impressive atmospheric blast, dear. You did very well.” Blushing at her kind words but still unconvinced about her wellbeing he tried anew. “But Miss Dowling-“, this time it was Saul who cut him off. “It’s fine Oliver. It happens.” Taking his eyes off the woman in his arms for the first time since they had landed in this heap of limbs he fixed the boy with a strong look daring him to disagree with him. It made the boy swallow thickly, almost shrinking in on himself. The headmaster went on undeterred by this saying, “Tamara would you be so kind as to accompany your training partner to his suite. I’m sure he is exhausted after such an impressive display of air magic.” Giving the boy a wink to soften the blow he barked out, “Class dismissed!”

The students started to dissipate slowly after this, still worried for their headmistress. But they obeyed, respectfully heeding their headmasters orders.  

After the last of the students had left he looked down at the fairy in his arms again. Gathering his courage he asked the question he had been burning to ask but hadn’t in fear of overstepping in front of their students. “Are you sure you’re alright, Farah? That was quite the blow to the head.” Looking down at her imploringly he fixed her with a worried look before guiding her head to the side gently to catch a glimpse at the back of her head but his hands came back clear of blood and he breathed a little deeper then.  

Opening her eyes once more she nodded at him, taking in his worried glance and furrowed brows. “I’m fine Saul, your hand swallowed up most of the impact I think. Thank you for that.” Giving him a small smile she settled her hand that had been stroking his hair, on his shoulder. “Help me up?” Her request came so quick and without a hint of pain in her voice he smiled in response before loosening his hand on her head and pushing himself up from the ground. Once kneeling beside her he took both her hands in one of his and guided her head upright with a strong grip on the back of her neck. It took her a moment to rid herself of the black dots still dancing around the edge of her vision but soon he had her upright and standing next to him more or less worse for wear.  

Looking down at the hand holding hers she noticed his bleeding knuckles for the first time and gasped in surprise. Taking his hand in both of hers now she inspected the scratches to the back of his hand with disdain. Looking up at him concerned she found him smiling at her. “And what in the realms could you be smiling about right now?” Her words were accompanied by a small smile of her own clearly not having figured out where his humorous grin could be coming from in this moment.  

Blowing out a short laugh he took her by the hand and led her in the direction of the greenhouse. “You just got slammed into a brick wall by a blast consisting of two kinds of fairy magic and your first concern was the wellbeing of your students and your second being my bashed up hand.” He laughed out loud at his own words grinning down at her with mirth in his gaze. “I just find you highly amusing at times, woman. That’s all.”  

Giving him a slight nudge in the side with her elbow but never dislodging their hands she blew out an exasperated breath before saying, “Oh you are an insufferable man! Of course I worry!” Leading her further down the path he took her hand in his other hand and placed the now empty one on the small of her back to guide her along the narrow path leading up the the double doors of their best friends work place.  

Mimicking her words he repeated, “Of course I worry!”, and tried to make it sound as authentic as possible. This made her sputter indignantly and point another sharp poke at his ribs at his jest.  

“Oh shut up you stupid mule and let’s ask Ben for some salve for that hand of yours. I hope you are not getting any blood on my dress back there.” At that he gave her side a small pinch making her jump at the twinge and snicker at his antics.  

With that they disappeared into the greenhouse, all the while bickering and joking in a very carefree manner.  

Unbeknownst to them they had had an audience that had witnessed the whole conversation. Bloom and her friends had been standing behind some columns in the yard keeping an eye on them in case the teachers had misjudged the situation and would be in need of help after all.  

This had sparked a conversation between the young fairies about the long repressed feelings of their totally oblivious headmistress and headmaster.  

And soon followed an elaborate plan to make them see reason. A wicked plan at that. They had even enlisted the closest friend of the pair to participate and help with the ruse.

Which is how Farah and Saul found themselves locked into one of the upper floor classrooms of the building staring down at hundreds of lit candles and a divine smelling romantic dinner setting in the centre of the room.  

This had clearly been well thought out. The desks usually spaced around the room have been taken out leaving an open layout of the place. There were no chairs other than the two at the table with the delicious smelling dinner for two.  

Which brought her back to her earlier train of thought. ‘Ridiculous!’ This was an utterly ludicrous situation to find yourself in. Especially if you find yourself in such a situation with your best friend of over thirty years staring just as dumbfounded back at you.  

Banging on the closed door once more Farah yelled “Bloom! I know you are out there. You open this door right now young lady. This instant!” Hearing nothing but giggles from the other side had her step back in heated irritation. Crossing her arms over her chest she looked over at her headmaster in chief to gauge his reaction to all of this.  

Giving her a raised eyebrow the soldier stepped up to the door and spoke in a cold and threatening manner he only reserved for especially head-strong students such as Riven. “If you don’t let us out there will be a punishment waiting for you come morning. It’s your choice.” Appealing to the adolescents conscience in a slightly threatening manner seemed his only way out of this.  

Getting only a new fit of giggles from the other side of the massive wooden door in response had him puff out a breath in exasperation as well.

Coming up next to him Farah tried one last time. “I will use my magic on this door. And once we step out of this room there will be severe ramifications for your behaviour today.” Saul had an almost proud look on his face as if saying ‘That’s a good one.’ Giving him a smirk in return she put her ear to the door to listen to their reactions.  

It was Bens voice that had them take a step back in surprise.  

“I have enchanted the door myself. I know you have always been the best of us but even you can’t get past my locks Farah.” They could almost hear him smile wickedly through the oak of the door.  

Looking at each other with raised eyebrows the pair listened closer as their friend went on. “See it as a deserved night off you two. The table is set. I know what you like. I prepared the roast myself. Just enjoy the time to yourself for once in your life.” And with that there was shuffling behind the door.  

Suddenly the air was filled with soft romantic tunes. Turning around they set eyes on Sam standing by the far wall holding a small bluetooth speaker in his hands. Setting the device down and throwing them a quick wink he disappeared through the wall before Saul could do so much as take a step in his direction. That smart little weasel of a boy.  

Looking over at her specialist she waited for him to look at her before saying, “Well this is certainly new.”  

He gave a small laugh at that before taking in the scene before them once more.  

There were hundreds of candles littered on the floor, the book cases and even floating through the air. The room was cast in a warm light making the atmosphere soft an cozy. Comfortable even. The pathway through the candles was littered with rose petals. ‘They really went all out with this one’ the headmaster thought to himself.  

The table was set for two with elegant napkins and intricate table cloths. The dinnerware looked suspiciously like Bens good china he only reserved for special occasions.  

The soft voice of the woman beside him brought him out of his observations. “Well at least it’s Bens good china and the roast smells heavenly.”

Deciding submitting to their fate would be the most honourable thing to do in this situation Saul looked at Farah and held out his elbow for her to take.  

Looking down at his proffered arm the fairy giggled a little to herself before accepting and walking the path to their dinner table arm in arm with her partner.  

Going the extra mile the soldier pulled out the chair for the surprised fairy and waited for her to settle before rounding the table to sit down on the other side. “How gentlemanly of you Saul. Have you been holding out on me?” Taking her napkin off her plate and setting it in her lap she threw him a sidelong glance. The twinkle in her eyes had him bark out a short laugh at her rib. “Please. You know I’m always the perfect gentleman. Even when it comes to escorting beautiful women to their dormitories late at night when they are so plastered I had to carry them half the way because they were missing steps along the stairwell almost toppling over five times.” Giving her a smug smile at the indignant look on her face he folded his own napkin over his lap and started to lift the lid off the aforementioned roast in front of them.  

“That was one time! And it was all your fault too because you were under the assumption it was a civic duty to try out Bens fire whisky and topping my glass off three times!” If he didn’t know any better he would say she was almost stammering. And was that a blush creeping up on her neck?

“Might I remind you that it was me who fished you out of the river when you and Andreas decided a late night swim in the middle of November was in order after getting absolutely hammered at one of Luna’s pretentious balls?”

Laughing out loud at this the headmaster threw his head back cackling. The mirth still clear on his face he filled up her plate and handed it over to her before filling his own.

Digging into their food without permeable they both moaned out loud at the taste of their meal. It was true. Ben’s roast was one of the best they had ever tasted over the years and it never ceased to amaze them how good it was.  

The next words out of the mans mouth sitting opposite had her fork halt mid air on the way of spearing a potato. “You looked very beautiful that night.”  

The blatant compliment had her lower her cutlery and look across the table at him. Waiting for him to look up she gave him a faint smile.  

“You still remember how I looked that night?” Her smile turned coy at the intensity in his eyes. Bringing a piece of meat to his mouth he chewed and took his time swallowing before giving her an answer.  

“Your dress was dark blue, floor length. It was one of those rare moments you had your hair down, it was falling in soft curls around your shoulders. The necklace you were wearing couldn’t outshine your eyes. You were a vision. A sight to behold.” He said it so unashamedly and open it let her breath halt in her throat.  

“It was that night that I realised what word to describe you best with.” Putting his fork and knife down he regarded her with such a calm and loose look it had goosebumps rise on her exposed arms.  

Pulling her chin up a notch she looked at him with such a fond expression in her eyes it relaxed him even further.  

“What was it?”, whispered the mind fairy.  

It made him smile. Levelling her with a laden look he breathed out, “Ethereal.”

Her breath came out in shallow small bursts, her smile turning more loving, her eyes misting over she dropped her fork and reached across the table to grasp his hand.  

Her thumb was caressing his skin gently. The back of his hand had healed up quite nicely, Bens salve having done its job marvellously.  

Taking her hand in his he dropped a kiss on her knuckles softly, his mouth lingering a second too long for it to be strictly platonic before setting it back down on the table gently.  

Taking her hand back they shared a warm smile before resuming their dinner.  

After a while it was Farah who broke the companionable silence. “I didn’t think you would remember that.” The faint blush lingering on her cheeks as she continued to eat made him smile.  

That sentence actually made the specialist snort softly. “My mind might not be as good as it once was but that is something I will never forget. I never do.”, he mused lowly.  

Tilting her head to the side a little in question the headmistress gave him a curious look.  

Taking this moment to pour the wine that had been left opened to breathe he filled both of their glasses with a generous amount. Handing her one glass he looked at her bemusedly, “I remember everything when it comes to you.”

He couldn’t for the life of him have deciphered the look on her face in that moment. It was a combination of bashful and shy and her eyes shone so bright, an openness in them he had never seen before. There was a timid smile playing along her lips, which were already starting to turn red from the wine.  

Intertwining her fingers the fairy propped up her chin on the back of her hands and leaned her elbows on the table. Her eyes shone brightly while she was regarding him silently. After a few seconds of taking in his open and honest expression she said, “I am beginning to struggle to be angry at the children for this.” Smiling lovingly over at him she basked in the radiant grin he was throwing in her direction.  

Wiping his mouth with his napkin he placed the cloth on his emptied plate. Getting up from his seat Saul made to come around the table slowly, coming to a halt at her side. Holding out his hand in a silent request he looked at her with a calm look in his eyes. His relaxed posture giving nothing away.  

Looking up at him she took his hand on instinct, not even hesitating a second. He enclosed her hand in a gentle grip and pulled her to her feet. She threw her napkin on her vacated chair absentmindedly and followed his lead further into the rooms centre.  

Coming to a halt he took her into his arms, his touch on her waist soft but sure. His warm hands holding her steady as he began to lead her through the steps of a slow dance.  

Her hand not clasped in his own settled on his chest but soon migrated to the back of his neck where she stroked the soft hair there, making small swirls with the lazy movements of her nibble fingers.  

The dance was slow and their steps long ingrained into their souls. They followed each other effortlessly. It was magic. The way she clung to him as he was holding her close. The air between them a shared breath, never not in each other’s lungs. Always a part of them connected.  

If Farah had needed a word to describe it it would be blissful. That’s what she was feeling. Safe and protected in the circle of his arms. No other place had ever felt as much like home as this one.  

They began to sway instead of following any steps. They didn’t need to follow a dance. They had their own mapped out in their hearts already, only them knowing how to navigate it. Their bodies started to come together and Farah laid her head on Sauls shoulder. Her nose tickling the underside of his chin a little as they moved.  

His arms slid down her sides and encircled her waist holding her to him closely. The headmistress grasped onto his shoulder lightly and had her other hand on the back of his neck, her fingertips still touching his hair and her thumb tracing an invisible pattern into his skin. It made the man in her arms hum in satisfaction. The gentle ministrations relaxing him further. His body wrapped around hers like a heavy heated blanket. His smell all encompassing. A heady mixture of his aftershave and his natural scent. He always smelled of outdoors, of clean air and blue skies. Of forests and pinewood. She loved the way he smelled. Musky and familiar.  

Laying his head to the side of her head the specialist buried his nose in her hair, placing a soft kiss there. One of his hands ventured upwards to press into her back, her front coming flush against his chest. He loved the way she felt. Her soft curves betraying how fit she actually was. The woman was a work of art. Her soft peaks and valleys giving away to lean muscles and toned flesh. And her smell was something you would only read about in cheesy romance novels, not that he read those. But he had peeked over her shoulder many a time to catch a glimpse at what she was reading on their days off. She had always had a soft spot for romance.  

Her smell was intoxicating. A swirl of her perfume and her shampoo mixed with her own scent. It was hard to describe it but it always smelled like something familiar and warm. Just like her he mused.  

Her soft exhale brought him out of his stupor. Looking down at her he craned his neck a little to catch a glimpse at her face still resting on his chest. She had her eyes closed but her still moving fingers told him she was far from sleepy as she continued to stroke his neck.  

“Can we stay like this forever? You think anyone would notice?” Her quiet voice filtered to his ear like a gust of wind carried by a summers breeze.  

Smiling softly he tightened his arms around the fairy and whispered into her ear, “I would like that very much. We could just pretend we got locked in this room against our will and they refused to let us out again.”

As if on cue they startled a little when they heard the telltale sound of the lock turning. Looking over his shoulder Farah could see no feet behind the door telling her it had probably been a timed spell that had kept them locked up. Her eyes shone blueish silver for a moment, feeling the magic in the air dissipate as the spell on the lock slithered away. Returning to their normal colour she fixed her eyes on the man still holding her close. Their faces mere inches apart.  

Leaning her head forward slowly the fairy connected their foreheads in a soft touch before whispering, “Do you want to get out of here?” Her breath ghosting over his face tickling his nerves.  

Pulling his face away from her a little he let his eyes roam over her perfect features before shaking his head softly. Lowering his mouth towards hers slowly he whispered, “Not right now.” before kissing her lightly. Her lips were soft and the contact made him melt into her. Her hands had snaked around his neck, her fingers playing with the soft hairs at the side of his head. His own hands had found their way to her face holding it to his, his grip going slack in her hair and losing themselves in the soft curls.  

His touch had her moan in pleasure allowing him to sink deeper into the kiss. His tongue delved out to meet hers in a searing touch. The way they kissed was like the way they danced. Practiced and with ease falling into the moves despite never having indulged in this form of contact before. It was exhilarating. But also like coming home. Comfortable and familiar like they had done this for years.  

When they came to slow their kisses the fairy bit down gently on his bottom lip making him flex his hands in her hair at the sensation. The growl crawling up his throat had her head spin for a second.

Letting go of each other’s lips with a wet pop the pair looked at each other with hooded eyes. Their gaze full of love and barely contained lust for each other. She could feel it in the way he was holding her to him in this almost possessive manner. It made her smile softly, rubbing soothing circles into his scalp.  

Nudging her nose with his she gauged his reaction before asking innocently, “You want to get out of here now?” Her smile was anything but innocent in that moment it had his face turn almost lewd at her implication.  

Bending down to give her one last full and open-mouthed kiss he poured everything he thought of that glorious idea into the sensation making the woman in his arms almost dizzy with want.  

Pulling back once more he watched her licking the remnants of the sloppy kiss off of her lower lip before giving him a very heated grin.  

Dropping her arms from around his neck she slid one hand to grasp one of his and began to walk past him to the door. Pulling his hand close to her backside so that his knuckles were touching where she wanted to be touched she felt him let go of her hand and enclose the curve of her buttocks. The sensation let sparks of anticipation flutter up in her body.  

Never losing contact the man pressed close to her back and pushed open the door. His other hand finding one of hers he guided her out of the room and down the corridor in the direction of the headmasters suite.

They didn’t once let go of each other for the remainder of the night and well into the early hours of the next morning.  

Bloom and her friends would have to stifle their giggles in class the next day upon seeing all the love bites on their headmistress’ neck.  

It was safe to say the whole scheme had been a success.  

‘Well done children.’, thought Ben. ‘I have been trying for years!’

fin

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[ourloveisforthelovely]

In Love and Death 6

Harry Potter AU

Link to Part 5 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

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Evan lay looking up at the ceiling. He hadn’t moved in over half an hour. Dolohov leaned over to Rodolphus Lestrange.

“Should we poke him or something? Is he dead?”

Rodolphus rolled his eyes.

“He’s blinking, idiot. Rosier, it's been 30 minutes, can you get yourself together?”

Evan sat up running a hand through his sandy blonde hair. He scowled angrily at his two former associates. Both men appeared a bit bored and put out with his reaction.

“I am sorry that I am boring the lot of you with the news that my baby is having a child. I am going to be a grandfather at 20. There is something fucked up about that.”

Dolohov held a hand up.

“You're technically not 20.”

“I DIDN’T ASK FOR YOUR INPUT!”

Evan yelled. Rodolphus held up a hand.

“What?”

Evan snapped. Rodolphus shrugged.

“Y/n technically isn’t a baby. She’s an 18-year-old auror that almost took my head off. Y/n is vicious. She would be good on our side but we all know that isn’t going to happen.”

Evan’s wand was out before Rodolphus could say a word. He pointed the wand right at his friend and muttered “crucio.” Evan was not going to deal with this shit from his own friends. He was dealing with enough torture from his former best friend and daughter. The last thing that Evan needed was help from anyone else.

(meanwhile)

Regulus sat at the dining room table thumbing through a book. He glanced down at his watch curiously. You had been called out for a job the previous night and had not returned. Regulus had expected you home before now and was beginning to get worried. It didn’t help that you didn’t answer the stupid cell phone that Regulus still hated.

“There you are. You are a hard guy to find.”

Regulus glanced up to see Sirius standing in the doorway. Neither brother had said a word to the other in a few days and it hadn’t bothered Regulus one bit. Regulus felt a lot better since he had gotten his feelings off of his chest. Years of holding in how he felt about Sirius had finally escaped.

To Sirius’ displeasure, Regulus said nothing. His eyes went back to the book in front of him acting as though Sirius didn’t exist. Sirius stood a moment before sitting down across from Regulus.

“You are going to talk to me. I’ll be so annoying that you’ll sink to my level like a rock! I don’t know what makes you think that you are so much better than me. I asked you to come with me that night but you wouldn’t leave mum. You are a spoiled mummy’s boy who would do anything that they told you. I shouldn't be surprised though. You would never give James or any of my friends a chance. You were too busy with your holier than thou friends who were all a bunch of pureblood snoots.”

Regulus leaned back in his chair.

“I am hearing a lot of yous but not a lot of me. You, my dear brother, are a fine one to talk about someone being arrogant. Now stop posturing me and go away. I’m busy.”

Sirius smirked.

“Look at that! Your power of speech has been renewed. What are you doing anyway?”

“None of your business.”

Sirius watched as Regulus’ eyes flickered to his watch.

“Waiting on Y/n, huh? I’m sure she is just fine. I never thought that I would see the day that you would go gaga over a girl. To be honest, we all thought that you were asexual or something. I don’t think that I ever saw you talk to a girl.”

Regulus swallowed back the rage that was beginning to build.

“That right there shows that you know nothing about me. You don’t know about Ambrosia or any of the other girls that I dated. You were too busy being a manwhore. Now, as I said, leave me alone.”

Sirius shook his head.

“No, we are fixing our problems!”

“Somethings can’t be fixed.”

Regulus replied. Sirius jumped up.

“Stop being a control freak and listen to me!”

(meanwhile)

You stood outside the door waiting for all of the security enchantments to let you in. Tonks had been mostly quiet since she started throwing up in the neighbor's bushes. Your eyes flickered over to your best friend whose color closely resembled the half-rotten lime that was in the refrigerator.

“I think that you are going to be on desk duty soon.”

You commented as Tonks looked up.

“Ugh, no. I do not want to be on desk duty while you are out running around having fun.”

You scoffed.

“I wouldn’t consider being thrown against a wall by some overgrown death eater fun but if you insist.”

Tonks smirked as she laid her head on your shoulder.

“Watching you quote Supernatural was fun. I quote My name is Y/n Rosier. Prepare to die. That is going to be a classic.”

You shrugged.

“Good times, huh? Do me a solid and don’t tell any member of the male race in this house what happened last night. Regulus is already tense enough without me telling him that my head bashed into some brick. I mean, yeah, we beat that guy up and threw him in a cell with his name on it but if Reggie finds out that I got hurt...he will want to go to work with me.”

Tonks knew that you were right. Regulus was protective enough of you without her help.

“I won’t. Now come on, I really need to make a potion for my stomach trouble.”

The both of you stepped inside to hear Sirius and Regulus yelling random obscenities at each other. Your eyes rolled over to your friend.

“Here we go.”

The two of you quickly walked into the dining room where Regulus and Sirius had destroyed the room trying to hex each other. It looked like after destroying the room, they decided to beat the crap out of each other seemed to be the next best thing to try. Kreacher meanwhile, stood in the corner with a dustpan and a broom muttering about Sirius being a filthy blood traitor and starting everything. There was also something about "his poor mistresses treasures being broken."

“What the hell is going on around here?”

You snapped. Both Regulus and Sirius didn’t turn to look at Tonks nor yourself.

“We are just playing.”

Sirius replied.

“Go away, love. We are dealing with a problem.”

Regulus added. You blinked a few times before quickly going back into “work mode.” Tonks had started to try to break it up but you gently pushed her away and shoved yourself between both brothers.

“I said that is enough...both of you.”

You said in an authoritative tone that you typically had to take with morons that you were about to lock up.

“We aren’t done.”

Sirius hissed. You turned your attention to the elder brother.

“Sirius, don’t make me shove you in that other room. You know that I can too.”

Regulus laughed.

“Get shoved around by a girl, do you? That has to hurt your male pride.”

Your attention went back to your own lover. His eyes were wild and he looked as if he was ready to start letting the hexes fly again.

“I said ENOUGH! Regulus, Sirius knows that you think he is a selfish asshole. Sirius, Regulus knows that you think he is a selfish little prat. We don’t need to hear it again.”

You turned your attention back to Regulus.

“Come on, Reggie.”

Regulus turned his attention back to you. He felt a little embarrassed that it was you that had to come in and stop the ridiculousness between Sirius and himself.

“Where are we going?”

He asked, softly. You pulled your coat back on before tossing him his.

“My grandmothers. She asked to see me and I figured it would be a great time to give her the gift that we talked about.’

It was Sirius’ turn to frown. You going around your pureblood family was a horrible idea in the making. What if Evan was there?

“Um, why don’t you two go see other people? What is the gift? Did you buy her an urn to put your mother’s ashes in?”

Tonks elbowed Sirius in the side as you turned. You surprisingly laughed.

“Good one. Grandmother would just put her in a trash bag if she was given the choice. The gift is me dating another pureblood. She simply won’t know what to do with herself. We are going because I need to get information on my father.”

“But...it's dangerous.”

Sirius commented. You smiled and wrapped your hand through Regulus’ in hopes to calm his temper that was still raging.

“Between Regulus and myself, we will be just fine. Go deal with Dora, she has been puking in the neighbors' bushes. You or Remus caused this problem..go fix it.”

Sirius winced before leaving the room.

(Twenty minutes later)

You stood outside of your grandmother’s door with a sigh. Regulus watched you from the corner of his eye as you raised your hand to knock a few times but stopped. In the few months that the two of you had been a couple, you had barely spoken to your family.

“We are going to be standing here all day if you don’t knock already.”

Regulus hissed. You turned to your boyfriend.

“I don’t like my family.”

Regulus smirked. He leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“What a coincidence. I hate mine too. Maybe it's a good thing that we can’t have kids. They would be making our lives a lot worse. Granted, most of my family is dead except my stupid brother. My mother’s portrait could screech from her painting. That would be miserable.”

You looked down at your feet for a minute.

“We can always keep trying. I know a lot of people who weren’t supposed to be able to have kids and when they gave up...boom they were pregnant.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. He wrapped his hand around yours and pulled you to him.

“We don’t need to follow in Tonks and those dorks that she’s dating’s footsteps to be happy. We have been happy just fine without this conversation not coming up. Besides, I like being able to have my way with you whenever I damn well please.”

Regulus was relieved when you smiled.

“You’re right. We are going to be just fine. When we get home, we can scare the crap out of your brother. Might as well get this over with.”

You finally knocked on the door before stepping back and intertwining your hand with Regulus’ waiting hand. The moment the door opened, your grandmother’s house elf “Daisy” stood on the other side. She looked up at you with a sour expression that the unfriendly creature wore so well. You couldn’t help but think that Kreacher and Daisy would really hit it off. They could probably compare notes on which family member that they hated the most.

“Mistress Y/n...a long time its been.”

You nodded.

“Yes, it has. I would like to see grandmother, Daisy.”

Daisy nodded and led you down a dark hallway. You kept your hand locked around Regulus as the darkness of the home soured your mood. The Rosier family home was as gloomy and depressing as the Black family home.

“Mistress, you have a visitor.”

Daisy announced as you stepped into the sitting room. Your grandmother sat with a knitting pattern in front of her. Her blue eyes were clearly surprised to see you and even more surprised to see Regulus.

“Y/n...Regulus...how is this possible?”

She asked, standing up. It had been years since she learned of Regulus Black’s death. Evan had been a wreck when he found out that his best friend “died” now here he stood looking just as he had the last time that he was seen.

“I can’t answer that, Mrs. Rosier.”

Regulus answered. Your grandmother was pleased enough with the response. Stranger things had happened over the past few weeks.

“Well, sit.”

Mrs. Rosier stated before returning back to her chair. She watched as you sat down beside Regulus. It didn’t take her having years of experience on this earth to know that the two of you were a couple.

“So, Y/n do you have something to tell me?”

You knew that this was coming.

“Regulus and I are a couple, grandmother.”

Your grandmother immediately looked pleased as a plum. This was clearly the news that she had been waiting to hear. After you became an auror and “let the family down” it was wonderful news to discover that you were dating a pureblood man that was decent and worthy (in your grandmother’s eyes).

“I am actually aware. Your father came to see me.”

Your grandmother smiled when your face went serious.

“He doesn't seem very pleased with the news, however.”

She added as your attention went to Regulus.

“I know, grandmother. He is having a bit of a cow over it.”

Your grandmother picked up her knitting needles and went back to work.

“You have to understand, Y/n, the last time that your father saw you was many years ago when you were a little girl. Finding out that you are an adult with a lover has to be hard for him to process.”

You frowned.

“So hard to process that he went and killed my mother.”

Your grandmother scowled at you.

“Yes, a real tragedy. Tell Evan that I said hello and he owes me five minutes of civilized conversation that doesn’t result in us trying to hex each other.”

Your grandmother stood up. Her displeased expression returned.

“Y/n, it's time that you stop this nonsense that you have been doing. You are a Rosier and it's time that you start acting like one. Your grandfather would roll over in his grave if he knew that you were an auror who is locking up our friends. Leave the room, Y/n. I want to talk to Regulus alone.”

You waited until Regulus gently patted your leg before standing up and walking out.

Mrs. Rosier closed the door behind her before pouring a glass of whiskey and handing it to Regulus.

“What are your intentions?”

“Intentions?”

Regulus questioned, softly. Mrs. Rosier smiled. She was used to Regulus Black’s silence. From the time that the boy was born, Mrs. Rosier had always adored Regulus Black’s shy nature.

“What do you intend to do with my granddaughter?”

Regulus had a feeling where this was going.

“You can tell Evan that I love her more than life itself. That should clearly state my intentions.”

Mrs. Rosier grinned.

“My son is convinced that you have abandoned the dark lord. I do hope that you remember the oath that you took when you accepted that mark on your arm.”

Regulus frowned.

“The dark lord is dead, Mrs. Rosier. What's left of our side is being swept up and sent off to Azkaban. You may want to tell Evan that he better watch his back just like I am having to watch mine.”

Mrs. Rosier smiled coldly.

“My dear boy...it looks like Y/n and yourself are being kept in the dark. The dark lord is back and strengthening with each day. Maybe you should consult with Y/n’s little friend Harry Potter about it. He, after all, saw everything and it's been all over the daily prophet. It makes sense that you didn’t know. Being an inferi for all of these years results in one not knowing all that is happening.”

Regulus sat taking in Mrs. Rosier’s words with a dark expression on his face. Was she right?

“I guess we shall see.”

Regulus commented before standing up.

“It was a pleasure, Mrs. Rosier. I promised, Y/n a date.”

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[nocturne-pisces]

I’m the fucking lizard king- (1)

Summary: The idea that if you repeatedly bash your head into a brick wall, eventually the brick wall will love you back.

Pairing: OC!AFAB/NB!ChaoticDumbass (but described vague enough to be reader)xTFATWS!Bucky

Word Count: 762 

Warnings: for this chapter? just bad language and existentialism. 

A/N: welcome to the shit show. void is a character i’m working in a novel for.

[if you want you can pretend there’s a cover image here, but i’m too dumb for photoshop]

The notebook that Dr. Raynor took notes with, more to prove a point than to write anything, in her sessions with Bucky laid across her thigh as her pen scratched notes about how childish he was being. Bucky kept refusing to answer questions, or flat out lied to her, and her battlefield tried patience was wearing eerily thin. 

“Jesus Christ, this again? I thought we were past the passive aggression?”

“If you don’t talk, or if you lie,” she added, knowing that he would try to worm his way around her rules, “then I write. That’s how it’s been from the beginning, James.”

“Alright, alright. Put the pen down,” he surrendered. Bucky let out a chest-rattling sigh, the kind that made your ribs feel empty.

“So again, I’ll ask. How are the missions with Sam and V going?” Christina placed her pen in it’s holder on the notebook and set it to the side, folding her hands in her lap and training her gaze on Bucky.

“Good. They’re going really well. Sam is as annoying as usual, too much optimism for someone who’s been arrested by the federal government and spent two years on the run,” he shared, his eyes fixed on where he was toying with the seam on his gloves. Sharing his feelings and eye contact wasn’t something that he’d worked up to yet. 

“And V?”

Void, or V for short, was a new team member. Someone that they’d found in Madripoor with connections to information on the soldier serum and the power broker and incredibly too much sugar in their system at all times. Team mate might not be the right phrasing, either, because it wasn’t like they’d ever gotten an invitation to the team officially. Void, more or less, just thought the two of them were entertaining and decided to tag along. The usefulness they provided on missions was more a side effect than an intended outcome. 

Bucky rolled his eyes, a familiar flush creeping up the back of his neck as a whole new wave of irritation crashed over him. 

“Void is -- fuck, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know how you feel about them as a teammate?”

“I don’t know how I feel about them as anything to me, doc.”

“Sounds like your thoughts run deeper than you’re willing to say.”

________________________________________________________________

Bucky’s phone had buzzed a total of eight times while he was in that appointment. Once he was on the street and headed back to his own block, he pulled it out of his pocket and went over the barrage of text messages from Void. 

V: do you think there are aliens who think they’re the only sentient beings in the universe?

V: what if the earth is flat but it’s like a coin and edges are rounded so you never like fall off the edge or whatever and the sail from one side to another never looks like a disc? 

V: bucky these are important questions please respond :(

V: i’m going to start sending you memes you wont understand unless you reply to me in the next five minutes. >:|

V: two more minutes boinky, i swear to britney i’ll do it >:(

V: i’m literally an angel i don’t understand why you hate me so much :’(

V: [image attached]

V: [image attached]

Bucky gripped his phone willing his patience to reappear before he snapped it in half. When he looked back down at the screen he noticed that the bubble with the three dots had appeared, signaling that Void was typing again. 

Bucky: if you don’t shut the fuck up i am going to choke you to death

V: FUCKO!!!

V: finally you replied. i thought you left out of the back door and i wouldn’t get to see how irritated you were.

Bucky’s eyebrows knitted together, looking up and down the street to find where Void was stalking him from. He couldn’t see them, couldn’t tell where they were hiding, but he felt eyes on him like lasers.

V: there’s no point in looking for me, you know i’m way better at hiding than you

Bucky: where the fuck are you, i’m coming to kick your ass

V: Dr. Raynor would be very dissapointed to hear you say that

Bucky: excuse me? you know about my therapy sessions?

V: google is my friend, dumbass.

Bucky: you better pray i don’t find you, v

V: but jaaaaaames you never hang out with me. i have to go all yandere just to even pretend we’re friends

Bucky: we’re not friends

V: 

Bucky: found you. two buildings over. south wall. your ass is grass.

V: AND I OOP

Before Bucky could break out in a dead sprint, his arm itching to get Void in a headlock, his phone vibrated again.

Sam: Why was I just emailed V’s last will and testament? 

______________________________________________________________

A/N: I’m not smart enough to keep up with tag lists. :)

[thiccpettybitch]

Made For Loving You Baby

Here is my Porter Gage/Fem! Sole Survivor Fic. If im gonna be honest this is one of (if not THE) fic i am most proud of? It just kinda...worked out so well atleast so far lol. So here is chapter one, if you wanna read the rest you know what to do! AO3 

(like always most if not all of my stories are 18+ everything from sexual content to gore, murder blood and everything inbetween, if you’re not comfy with it i’d suggest you stay away. If you are more interested in what the tags are click the link above) 

’’What. The. Fuck’’

’’Boss?! Ya’ mind knocking?!’’

‘’Not if it’s my own fucking quarters’’

‘’Right, Shit, I’m sorry Boss’’

‘’Boss? You taking orders from some kid now Gage?’’

‘’It ain’t like that’’

‘’The fuck you just say?’’

‘’Woah! Boss relax she didn’t mean nothing by it’’

‘’The hell I didn’t’’

‘’Take your chem whore and get the fuck out Gage!’’

‘’Jealous bitch?’’

‘’Jenni don’t-‘’

‘’You know what? Just fucking stay. I’m outta here’’

‘’Boss wait! Fuck…’’

Gage scrambled for his pants and almost tripped over his own feet as he tried his best to pull them up and walk at the same time.

‘’Gage what the hell? You’re just gonna leave me here?!’’

‘’J- just grab your shit n’ meet me at the bar. I gotta fix this’’

It took what felt like an eternity before the damn elevator finally arrived and he was able to get in it. She was already half through the park, he knew it. He had seen how fast she could storm off if she was pissed off enough and this time she was just about ready to kill someone… more than usual that is.

His heart was pumping wildly in his chest and for the first time since all that bullshit with Connor he was scared. Sure Colter had been fucking crazy when he got pissed off, killing and hurting anyone or anything that got in his way but things were different with-

It hit him like a fucking brick wall, he didn’t know what to call her besides Boss, he never even took the fucking time to ask something as simple as that and now she was mad as hell roaming either Nuka World or heading back to the commonwealth. He couldn’t let her turn out like Colter but have her just skip out wasn’t an option either, he had to find her – fast.

The elevator stopped and he rushed out half running hoping that she’d end up just standing outside having a smoke or bashing some Disciples head in for staring at her ass. His gut twisted when she was nowhere to be found, he had to figure out just where the hell she would have gone and that was fast.

‘’Hey Gage’’

Gage – startled to all hell – turned around to see Savoy lighting a cigarette and blowing out smoke towards the sky.

‘’Savoy’’

Gage greeted, it wasn’t a secret that the Boss wasn’t a fan of the Disciples (considering the fact that she could be quite brutal and had a…thing for knifes and blades) it was a bit of a surprise. What was even more surprising though was the fact that she got rather well along with Savoy – to put it simply Gage didn’t like it. He never knew what was going on inside that guys head and trying to read it from his expression was a waste of time even when he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous mask.

‘’You lookin’ for OB?’’

‘’Yeah, you seen her?’’

He took another drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke away from Gages face like he was considering if he should tell him or not.

‘’Yeah, I saw her. She was heading towards that old gas station, pissed as hell too. What did you do?’’

Gage wanted to snap at him for just assuming it was him but seeing as it actually was he just sighed.

‘’Brought a guest up to her quarters, got a bit. . . carried away’’

Savoy snorted and choked on some smoke.

‘’Yeah, if I caught you in my bed with your pants around your ankles I’d be mad too, would probably just kill you though so you might want to look out’’

‘’Yeah well she ain’t some blood thirsty savage’’

‘’If you say so. You better hurry up before she actually decides to go after you’’

‘’Ya, thanks for the help.’’

--

Gage stopped in front of the old Red Rocket station his hand hovering in front of the door, he had to give her props she knew what she was doing. The entire station had been secured with Turrets and a huge fence surrounding the entire station. She had built a foundation on the roof and another floor with a bedroom and more. Although the three gangs had helped build the place it was hers and they knew not to invade her privacy.

Gage didn’t know what to expect, last person who just barged in had ended up with a broken arm and pissed himself when she had pulled out her blade. And she hadn’t even been mad at the time just asserting her dominance. At least that’s what Mason had called it.

She wasn’t ever mean to Gage if anything she was nicer to him than anyone else, he saw her as a friend sure but was often reminded that no matter age or height she was the Over Boss and wasn’t afraid to show it. She was just never mean or hostile towards him.

‘’Fuck it’’

He mumbled and slid the door open, he waited a second to see if she would have been there to greet him with a knee to the gut but she was nowhere to be found. He closed the door behind him and headed for the upstairs ‘’bedroom’’ and sure enough she was sitting at her desk staring at a cigarette box.

‘’Hey Boss… You okay?’’

No answer.

‘’You worried me there, thought ya’ might have just skipped out on us – headed back to the commonwealth’’  

No answer.

‘’Shit… Boss I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t hav-‘’

‘’You could do better’’

Gage was taken a back and had to convince himself he had actually just heard her say that.

‘’Ain’t like I’m planning on settling down with her or anything we were just fucking’’

‘’In my bed.’’

‘’Now come on Boss, how many times I gotta tell ya’ I’m sorry?’’

He sighed and sat down on a couch in front of the bed. How she managed to get such a clean mattress he’d never know.

‘’What’s this all about Boss?’’

‘’You fucking in my bed’’

‘’I ain’t talking about that! How come you ain’t yelling at me, throwing shit hell I’ve seen you snap at people for just staring at ya’ for too long’’

‘’Your point?’’

‘’Where is the anger? Why is it never directed towards me?’’

She went quiet again reaching for the box of cigarettes and pulling one out, she placed it in between her lips and turned to him. Gage couldn’t help but chuckle she never brought her own lighter. He got up and walked up to her flipping out his lighter and placing it in front of her.

‘’Would you believe me if I said I respect you?’’

‘’No’’

He grinned and she just rolled her eyes taking a drag from the stick in between her lips.

‘’What If I told you I can relate to you’’

She held up the box and he pulled out his own cigarette lighting it and taking a drag himself.

‘’How so?’’

‘’A lot of ways. I Hate being the center of attention, always has. Hate how easily i get attached… I trust people and they end up stabbing me in the back’’

‘’Ya, people don’t often deserve trust’’

‘’No I’m serious the bastard actually stabbed me before he ran out with a bag full of my caps and my finest Bourbon’’

He snorted and shook his head, he missed that one-sided smile she had.

‘’I trust you.’’

He stopped smiling and looked up at her, her tone had changed and she was staring at him now all amusement wiped off her face.

‘’I- uh… Trust ya’ too Boss-‘’

‘’Don’t- don’t say it unless you mean it Gage. I just wanted you to know that I know what it feels like, and that I really do trust you’’

She took a last drag before she put it out and exhaled the smoke through her nose.

‘’No need for an answer now or ever i-‘’

‘’I trust ya’ Boss. I really do’’

She looked him in the eyes again and smiled, her eyes looking strangely beautiful in the dim light.

‘’Now can we be done with all this emotional shit?’’

Gage laughed nervously, truth be told he did find her beautiful, her eyes her hair her skin, everything. He remembers the time he had to help her clean a gash on her cheek and he got to slide his thumb over her cheek.

God damn if that wasn’t the smoothest skin he’d ever felt under his fingers, he was no stranger to women or the way their skin felt under his touch but never had he felt such warm and smooth skin. Weird as hell that he was even thinking about this shit.

‘’Gage how fucking long has it been for you’’

‘’I- What?’’

‘’You can’t sit quietly for a few minutes before you’re all flustered’’

‘’I ain’t thinking about fuckin’ Boss!’’

‘’Mhm… You should get back to that lovely old lady before she runs off’’

‘’I only paid for an hour anyways’’

‘’Jesus H Christ Gage you paid for her old ass?!’’

He groaned loudly with a look of defeat across his face, yup she was back to normal.

[mother-snake]

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(hello there!  I’m not quite sure if this will end up working as planned but I’m going to hopefully write something with small bounds of fluff and super angst. Sorry for anything that may make you emotional) warning: angst, drinking, major character death, tears, mourning (tell me if i need to add more here pls!)

I will say that this will hopefully be a tear jerker.

-Janus reflects back on everything that lead him to where he was, standing in between the subconscious and the mind palace. He hopes that the others can one day learn to forgive him for all he has done to hurt them-

Janus glanced around the commons. Everyone was busy doing things. To help Thomas. He had just gotten home from a busy day at school> Logan was filing away all that he had learned.

Romulus was busy giving Thomas ideas of what he could do later today. Patton was keeping him out of trouble.

Anger was trying to keep himself distracted from something Patton had said.

Anxiety was keeping Thomas alert as normal.

 It was the shift in the air that made everyone look at the screen that projected all that Thomas was seeing. His mother was standing over him with a scowl.

Patton had quickly filled them in. Thomas had sneaked a cookie earlier and had now been caught. Patton wanted to fess up the truth. But he didn’t have time.

Janus quickly began to talk. Giving Thomas the tools to escape the situation. “say that it wasn’t you, but one of your brothers.”

 Everyone sighed as the situation fizzled down. But not before his mother said something that would be a catalyst to every event to happen in the future. “you better not be lying young man; you know that’s its wrong.”

Thomas muttered something, conniving his mum that it couldn’t have been him.

 Everyone in the room froze at her words. But on one was in more shock or disarray than the self-preservation.

He didn’t even realize he had been crying until he felt a pair of arms wrap around himself. Soon a tilde wave of tears was pouring from his eyes.

The smell of fresh berries made him know that the figure who was holding him was Romulus.

Then, another pair of hands were hugging him. They were holding on tight.

 He stood their crying for another ten minutes. exhausted and emotional. He wasn’t doing wrong by lying, was he? He was protecting Thomas. Right?

--

 Janus smiled at the memory as he sat alone in the dark sides communal area. He was the final one. The last dark side.

A half empty bottle of wine sat next to him in his position of tucked away in the corner of the room. He had been there for two weeks now.

The face that they didn’t need to eat giving him barely any life in his system.

 To anyone who walked in the room. They would be able to smell the alcohol that he had. They would look at him and think that he could have been a corpse.

Pale skin, deep bags under his sunken eyes that no longer held any sign of joy or happiness.

 He had been around since the beginning. Second oldest. And the most alone he had ever been. Virgil left; Remus left. Orange… orange was gone. And here he was.

 Sitting in the dark. Waiting to be called a villain. Waiting for someone to insult his name and scales.

He smiled weakly… he supposed he was always the villain. Intentionally or not…

He took a small sip from the bottle. Numbing his feelings as best as he could.

  Loving can hurt Loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard You know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

 They hadn’t been having a good week. Thomas was in the final years of school. Ever since that one small incident years ago. Things had quickly changed.

One being the fact he now had scales. That the colors he once loved were now monochrome. That his left eye no longer functioned. His fangs occasionally caused his lips to bleed.

 He had begun to spend more and more time away from the others. The more he was surround them. The more he could taste the lies. That they weren’t scared of him. That they loved his scales. They were bitter on the tongue. And his heart only cried out in pain with each lie they spoke. Not knowing he already knew.

 So that’s how he found himself cooped up in his room for the third day in a row. No one had come to lure him out. He was aware of the occasional times that anxiety would sit down by his door. He wouldn’t speak but it was enough for him to know that someone was there. That at least he still had his younger brother.

 But right now, that wasn’t the case. A loud growl erupted from his stomach. He pushed himself over to face the alarm on the side of the desk. That lay on the other side of the room. Ah, it was morning.

 He pushed himself up and out of the bed and over to the door that lead to the very bright hall. only when he opened the door. He was met with a very dark shade of grey. He turned to look down. Two other doors were placed in the hall.

He could eliminate Patton’s though. None of them were smothered with stickers.

 He made his way over to the first door and gave a couple small taps. Movement from the other side could be heard before the door opened to reveal anxiety.

He looked at the deceitful side with confusion. “something’s happened. Look at the hall,” he muttered nervously.

 And so, he looked past the other to see that the hall had changed. “do you know who’s door that is?” “angers. So, I take it you don’t know what has happened then?”

He shook his head. He really wished he had a single clue.

 Then he felt it. An absolute searing pain splitting through his skull. He dropped down to his knees and screamed in pure pain.

The noise he made must have been loud enough cause anger burst out his door and turned to face the scaled side who was curling up on the floor crying out in pain. Tugging on his hair and digging his nails into his scalp.

 It was another five minuets of whatever happened before he passed out in pain.

  He awoke in his room. A dull throbbing coming from his head. He was on something soft… a bed? But the last thing he remembered was being on the cold floor?

 He opened his eyes and winced at the bright light that flooded his vision. But it was blocked by three figures.

 When his vision finally focused, he could easily identify anxiety and anger. But the other he couldn’t tell. “scales isn’t dead!” he cheered.

“who?” “my name is Remus! I’m the best half of Thomas’s imagination.”

 It hit him like a ton of bricks. “wait… what happened to Romulus,” he whispered.

No one responded immediately, “I split in two! Thomas didn’t like his more realistic thoughts so he split us in two!”

--

 That was the day Remus had joined them and the day he had lost his best friend. But Remus still seemed to like him. over the course of time he had quickly realized that the other hadn’t been afraid of his scales. He remembered that on his days that he would lock himself away, the other would bash down his door and cuddle his feelings away.

 But he wasn’t here anymore. He hated him. There was nothing he could think about that could ever fix what he had destroyed. Shattered. A friendship that was supposed to be unbreakable. And it fell apart when he had lashed out at the others brother.

He was a fool. He was nothing but a villain. We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken Times forever frozen still

Thomas was in high school now. Virgillius or Virgil as he liked to be called; had been pushed farther than his limits could allow as anxiety and had slowly morphed into paranoia. Remus was thriving in the environment.

Orpheus had been in his room for a long time and it was starting to get Janus nervous. He was one of the few that would spend as little time inside his room as possible.

 So, when he woke up one morning and saw a door missing, he mediately began to panic and banged on the others door. When they had realized what had got him in such a panic, they were clearly in distress as well. He was middle child out of everyone. But he was still a child none the less.

 It had been two weeks. And nothing had changed. Well… much. Thomas was still angry, just not as much as he used to be. And that was when it hit them like a ton of bricks. He was gone.

Not missing, not with the light sides, Orpheus was dead, faded. And nothing was going to be able to bring him back.

 A side shaped hole appeared in their small group that day. Fear was also deeply rooted into them. “I want to make a promise,” Remus began, “that no matter what happens. No matter what we say, we stick together. If there is a chance, we could meet the same fate, then we can try and protect each other.”

Virgil and Janus smiled and nodded. “the I agree to do the same.” “me too.”

“come on, virgin and anus, you’re going to make me cry,”

 They hugged and didn’t let go. Not for hours.

--

 That was a promise he took seriously. He had never forgotten what had been said.

But he knew the other two had. That or they didn’t care about him anymore. A blank feeling spread in his heart. One that was sorrowful and painful. He hated it, he wanted it to go away and never come back.

 He let a few stray tears fall as he shakily stood up. using the wall to support himself.

He was barely able to keep himself standing. He needed to get to this destination. Cause as soon as he did… well… the villain of their story would be no more.

That thought caused a shaky smile.

So you can keep me Inside the pocket Of your ripped jeans Holdin' me closer 'Til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone Wait for me to come home

 Five years ago. That’s when he started to lose Virgil. He had gone to the others as a spy of sorts. Gather information and make his presence known.

No one had made it easy… but the more and more he went. The more he seemed to change. His paranoia slowly draining. He was becoming anxiety once again. As happy as he was for the other, that he was no longer overworking. He was worried.

 He had started locking himself in his room. And then one day… Thomas began to act in ways that didn’t make sense. it was no secret that he needed Virgil to play his part. With Virgil being his fight or flight. He had to feed small lies to Thomas. He was his self-preservation.

So, when Thomas stopped listening to that part of him… he began to get scared. That he had tuned him out.

 Then… then Thomas was suddenly back to normal. He had been in his room when he felt the shift.

 When he opened the door… a small part of him became crushed. Where an apparently (he couldn’t tell) purple door should have been was a wall. And a small part of him knew why. The other side had been accepted as a light. His baby brother was gone. He was with the light sides.

 When he reentered his room a few days later, he found a black hoodie neatly folded on the middle of his bed.

He didn’t take it of for a month straight.

--

 He was wearing it now. It had lost his scent of coffee and cinnamon. It had lost it for a year now.

The destination still quite far away. He summoned his cane. a neon green bow was there. An old sash…

He took his gaze of it. Pulling one of the loose pieces and placing it on the communal sofa.

He gingerly peeled away the black hoodie. The bowler hat on his and his cape joined the pile. He would have left the cane as well if he didn’t need it to walk right now.

 He summoned a piece of paper and began to shakily write. He placed the paper on top of the objects and began to hobble to his next destination. Loving can heal Loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know (know) I swear it will get easier Remember that with every piece of ya And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

 He rose up. he had done it. he had revealed himself. He stood still for a couple seconds.

Remus was standing there grinning away to the other.

He had seen it go down. But he had been there he knew of his existence. He had begun to ask himself if he was a good person… this was the start.

 It was months later before he made his next appearance in the courtroom. He had been so close to victory. Of getting Thomas to finally do something. But god forsaken morality… its always him. He had been the one Thomas listened to the most.

This was a perfect example of why that was a bad thing.

He had been so close. If princy would have just admitted that he wanted to go to the call back and pushed against Patton. They may have actually succeeded.

 He took of his hat and sat down on the sofa. Remus was busy in the mind scape as of right now. Then he had the thought.

He quickly sent a wave of emergency over to the other side in hopes he would come for at least a minuet.

“what you need double dee?” “Thomas wants to be more honest with himself.”

“and what does that have to do with me?” “you’re the most honest person I know. I think it’s time he learned what can happen when he wants to be completely honest.”

 Remus let a wild smile appear on his face. Janus smiling as well, this may cause some issues. But he was sure that Remus could try and set him somewhat straight.

--

If he had known that the small conversation between Remus and the others would end up with him being an accepted part of Thomas. He doesn’t think he would have sent the other.

And it’s been just him since then.

The green sash had been given to him before the conversation. He wondered if Remus knew what was going to happen would take place.

 He grew closer to his destination.

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts were never broken Times forever frozen still

 He sunk out and re appeared in the dark space. He had told them his name… he had compared roman to Remus… he had called his best friend evil.

He let out a choked sob and collapsed to the ground. Oh god… what was wrong with him.

‘did you forget that he’s evil?!’

Those words had been like knives in his heart. He didn’t want to be the villain… who wants to be the villain?

 Why did he have to have the scales? Why did he have to have the messed up eye? Why couldn’t he see color like he once did when he was a naïve child?

He wished he could take back all he had said. But it was too late now, wasn’t it?

 Three weeks later and he had slowly begun to change. He wore different clothing, wanting to look friendly. He tried to change his attitude. He tried so hard.

Then he felt that familiar pull and he followed it to the place next to Logan where he seemed to be appearing more often now.

“Janus?” Thomas looked perplexed at his new look.

 He had a long-sleeved yellow top and plain black jeans. It was plain compared to his usual dramatic appearance.

“what do you need today Thomas,” he stared blankly at the other.

 The conversation went on from there. Virgil hadn’t been to happy with him. Remus glared daggers at him. Patton had looked over to see if he was okay a couple times and Logan looked concerned. But you would have to look close to see it.

“okay, since no one else is asking. What are you up to deceit,” Virgil growled, “no one. Especially you shows up without some sort of plan. So, what is it.”

He had taken a couple seconds to process what had been said before he realized his plan of changing his clothing had been thrown out the window. He clearly didn’t trust the fact that he was changing his attitude either. “I can assure you Virgil, I’m not planning anything.” “an how can I trust what you say? How can I trust what you say when you consistently lie.” “you don’t. you don’t have to trust me, I never asked you too. So, I don’t expect you to. Not after everything I’ve done.”

His response was met with silence. Virgil just stared at the other with wide eyes.

“seeing as I am clearly not wanted, I shall take my leave. And Remus? Can you tell your brother I’m sorry, I have a feeling he doesn’t want to see me.”

 He left without another word. And that had been the last time he had seen any of them.

--

The door came into view. It was a sleek black. He could tell even with his color blindness.

It opened with a click. He pushed it open as best as he could and made his way into the black abyss. There were grey swirls moving around almost like mist in a windy day…

 His legs gave out under him. He had spent too much energy.

Then…his vision began to flicker. He let his tears pour as purples, blues, reds and greens swirld around in the once grey mist.

At least he could die knowing he had seen something beautiful;

one.

Last.

Time. So you can keep me Inside the pocket Of your ripped jeans Holdin' me closer 'Til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone

 He smiled as he saw his body slowly dissolving into a white ash. His final thoughts being one of peace. He was finally free…

After all… who would save the villain?

And like that… he was no more.

And if you hurt me That's OK, baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won't ever let you go

 Logan had been standing with the others when he felt a searing pain erupt in his chest causing him to collapse and scream in pure pain.

Thomas had been caught off guard by what had happened. it had taken ten minutes for the pain to die down. By which time Logan had fallen unconscious form the pain.

 Remus scanned the room. Everyone was there except one person. “timothy, can you summon deceit for us?” “yeah, may I ask why?” “something similar happened to him when we were younger and I want to know if this is similar,”

He saw Thomas trying to summon the other. But nothing happened. And then dread set in like wet cement hardening. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one with the knowing feeling.

His head snapped over to Virgil. He was sitting on the stairs. They had both remembered that day. And several thoughts danced through their head.

“looks like were taking a trip to the dark side,” Virgil mumbled as he shakily stood up. the adrenaline rush slowing from his thoughts making his legs weak. “what do you mean? Is something wrong with Janus?” Patton asked worriedly. “ the last time this happened. It happened to Janus. Orange, your anger faded.” Remus said to Thomas. “what.” Patton gasped along with roman.

“can we go, Thomas we need you to take us there.” “okay. What do I need to do?” Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home

The first thing that hit their noses was the slight smell of alcohol radiating from a couple wine bottles that sat neatly on a table.

The first thing they saw was a room that looked like a storm had blown over a several stacks of paper. Virgil kneeled down and looked at the paper. It was old drawing from when they were children. Crudely drawn figures. But it was easy to identify the figures.

“heh, he really did keep them all, didn’t he?” Remus laughed.

“um guys? I think you might want to see this.” Thomas yelled as he stood by the dining table near the back of the room.

Everyone came over and started with wide eyes. Remus’s old sash, Virgil’s old hoodie. A cape and bowler hat on the pile. The rim of the hat holding a neatly folded letter.

Oh you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat Where I should be Keep it deep within your soul

 Dear anyone who cares,

I know I’m not wanted. No one mourns the villain. Sorry to whoever had to deal with the pain. I would have left my staff but things happened and I went with it.

I’m sorry for hurting you all. I’m sorry you had to put up with me. Lying is wrong after all. I haven’t ducked out. There was a room I came across long ago. One I hoped none of you would ever find. And you didn’t. Thomas will still feel my effects. But I won’t be there as a physical manifestation anymore. Ill simply be a function. Nothing more.

Thanks for putting up with me

-the villain. And if you hurt me Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won't ever let you go

The scream that came from Remus was painful to listen to. Not because of the loudness. But because of the pain that filled it.

The anguish that filled the loud noise. He had lost his best friend… he had lost his best friend… he had…. He… he cried louder. His brother wrapped his arms around as he let loose a couple of his own tears. Regretting any words, he had ever said to the other side that no longer was here.

Virgil stood there numbly remembering the last thing he had ever said to the other. It had been so long ago… but it felt like a bleeding wound that would never close. He had lost his big brother. The one who had kept his drawings. Helped him through panic attacks. Helped him when he couldn’t sleep. and he could thank him for all he had done.

He felt Patton latch onto him as small trickled down his cheeks… he couldn’t even say sorry.

 Thomas stood there not knowing what to do. A vicious amount of guilt latched onto him. His knees buckled as he fell to the ground holding onto deceits hat. Tears burst like water coming from a faulty pipe.

He had lost a friend. Sure, they hadn’t been close. But he knew the other well enough. he wished he could have properly accepted him as a part of himself like he could have Remus and Virgil.

Logan was numb. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. In that moment he wished he could have felt something instead of the emptiness that filled him.

They stayed there for a small while longer. Not leaving eahothers side.

When I'm away I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost Back on 6th street Hearing you whisper through the phone "Wait for me to come home"

They mourned for their friend.

[toloveawarlord]

Drunken Pleasures

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Event: Arthur’s Birthday Bash [Closed]

Characters: Arthur x Theo

Requester(s): @claire-maccarthy​ and an Anon

Tagging: @plumpblueberry​​

A/N: Claire! Thank you for requesting! Since it was an unlimited amount of requests, I chose to do all three of the ones you sent in. This one I paired with the anon’s ask for “We’re outdoors, you know.” So thank you both! I enjoyed writing this one.

WARNINGS: SMUT under the cut

The pale moon gazed down on them with a slender smile on the cloudless night. A chilly wind swept through the darkened city of Paris, reminding that winter had only dissolved a month ago and spring had yet to fully settle in. The air cool against their heated cheeks.

A little drinking celebration on the writer’s birthday. They’d downed glass after glass, bickering and reminiscing, poking fun at each other while scratching their throats with harsh liquor. A little wager turned into hours of good fun paired with their drinks.

Now, Arthur supported the weight of his partner, chuckling to himself as Theo mumbled about not being drunk. “Yes, yes. I believe you. You certainly aren’t completely wasted, dear boy.” It brought immense amusement to him.

Carriages were unseen at this hour. The bars were almost empty, most abandoning their drinks to return home to their families and prepare for the day ahead. Even these two were not typically this late. A special occasion, a request from the art dealer to spend the remainder of the writer’s birthday out together.

“You’ve got to use those sturdy legs of yours. I won’t be carrying you home.” A good distance and it would do well to clear both their hazed minds but if Theo laid any more weight on him, he feared they’d both drop.

Theo patted his free hand against Arthur’s chest. “It’s the clothes. They’re what’s heavy.”

Arthur came to a stop, casting a curious gaze down at his companion. “My dear Theo, are you trying to seduce me?” A role reversal, likely due to the alcohol. Otherwise, Theo would never be so open about their sexual relationship. He was a man of actions, instead of words.

“I might be. You can’t turn me down either. It’s your birthday.”

The logic sorely twisted but the intention endearing. Arthur couldn’t bring himself to burst the bubble, as his actual birthday had ended quite a few hours ago while playing poker at the bar.

Theo’s hand slipped under his shirt, cool fingers brushing over warm skin. His head swam from the alcohol fueling his desire. His head fell against the writer’s shoulder, as he muttered to himself, “I just want to touch you.”

“Oh, do you? We’re outdoors, you know?” Arthur chuckled as the art dealer lazily tried to sneak his hand down into his trousers. He caught his wrist. Although the hour was nearing the morning hours, the streets weren’t completely empty. Courtesans giggling as they cuddled up their mark, drunken Frenchmen stumbling around as they attempted their route home.

Theo shushed him loudly, digging his foot into the ground to change their course into the nearest alley. He pushed him against the rough, brick wall. “No one is going to see. They’re more drunk than I am.” He still leaned against Arthur for support, nipping at his neck.

If that were even possible. Arthur thought not with how bold his lover was acting. Theo had an appearance to uphold, showing a gruff and hard exterior. Not that Arthur minded having this side of Theo come out to play. His gloved fingers ran through soft brown locks. “You can barely stand.”

A low growl vibrated against the writer’s neck. “Well my hands still work.” To make his point, he popped the button on his pants after a bit of struggle. He still wouldn’t admit that he was drunk.

“I’d be lying if I said this didn’t fill me utter delight, Theo.” The darkness of the alley enough to shield them from view from anyone walking past. Arthur relented to his whims. His body not denying the desperate touch of the art dealer.

Theo tugged the trousers down enough to wrap his hand around Arthur’s hardened cock. “Deviant. All that complaining and you’re this excited?” He pulled away from his assault on his neck to place a wet lick over his hand for lubrication.

“I never said that I wasn’t oh so thrilled with your naughty advances. On the contrary, I’m open to doing nearly anything with you.” He typically instigated the more adventurous times. He swallowed down the low moan that threatened to escape.

With steady rhythm, Theo managed to pump his hand up and down his lover’s cock, swiping his thumb over the tip to collect the precum to help. His own problem growing in his pants.

Arthur lifted his head, finding his lips for a sloppy kiss. His control slipping away so he let his moans fall against Theo’s mouth, muffling them to anyone who might hear. “Nearly there, love.” His admittance fueling Theo’s movements.

The alley catching the cum that spilled from him as he rode out the euphoric sensation that spread all through his body. Arthur’s head fell back against the brick wall with a dull thud. His teeth dug into his lip to quiet the moan of absolute pleasure.

Their heavy breathing out of sync. Arthur coming down from his high and Theo so completely wound up that he might burst at any second. The writer chuckled. Would Theo even remember this in the morning? He sure hoped so. What a treat it would be to see the embarrassment that would spread across his features.

“Hey, quit grinning like that and come on.” Theo had already fixed Arthur’s pants, cerulean irises full of his craving for more. He ached with desire to touch and be touched. He wanted to sink his fangs into Arthur’s neck and taste his blood while they continued to love each other.  “This is only the beginning. I need more.”

The sun would soon begin to rise but their night would not end as soon.

[sincerlypadfoot]

Comfort And Death (6) (Part 2)

~After the death of Regulus Black, you take confinement in Sirius who cared for you like a sister after Reguas died, becoming each other's person, you stay at the black house, after having a hard time griefing one night, you go to the place Regulas died.

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Warning - Underage drinking! Swearing!

                                      December 24th 1994

“Dinner looked wonderful Molly,” I smiled walking into the kitchen behind Fred and George who looked more sober than hunger. Sirius stood beside me sucking on his breath mint.

“Thank you dear, sit down,” Molly pulled out the closest chairs near us for Sirius and I. “Dinner she'll be served,” With a wave of her fingers plates of chilli appeared in the air, floating down and landing infront of everyone.

“I would like to make a toast,” Harry said standing up and lifting his glass of water out. “To the triwizard tournaments, and the numbness that comes with it!” little cheers came from his friends making me let out a low laugh. “To the people who raised me,” 

Everyone looked over at Sirius, Remus and I who let out a smile, looking around the room, I grabbed my wine glass in confinement. 

“Cheers,” I broke lifting my glass of wine up, the room filled with the sound of glass hitting another and people enjoying themselves. “I hope everyone has a wonderful time tonight,”

We all sat back down, digging into the food Molly made, I ran my fingers under the table as I finished, spinning my ring around my finger, almost feeling guilty.

“I might toss the white flag in, i’m getting a bit tired,” I admitted to Sirius and Remus, not letting Harry overhear.

“Nonsense Stella, I have almost never seen you let loose and you’re in a great deal of it please, one night and that's it,” Sirius said grabbing my hand, his slipped the ring off, I went to react but remembering we were in a room full of people. “For one night, don’t let his death burden you, smile,”

I let out a fake smile taking a sip of my win and finishing up the food that laid infront of me. Everyone finished eating at the same time.

“Well you take care of our children for the night, I trust Stella and Remus, you two will take care of the kids for the night,” Molly seemed the be released. “Arthur and I haven’t had a night of the house empty in almost twenty-five years,”

“We will take very good care of them Molly, you and Arthur have fun tonight, we will see you tomorrow for christmas,” Remus said standing up, he walked Molly and Arthur out, not a second later Sirius pulled out bottles of Firewhisky from under the table and smirked.

“Anyone ready to party?” He asked, cheering came from all around the room. Everyone moved into the living room, Remus shortly joining us and sitting beside me.

“And Sirius wondering why Molly doesn’t like him,” Remus whispered in my ear as we watched Sirius mix fire whisky into Langston Cream Soda, it was Sirius’ favorite mixture.

“Yeah well, i’d rather know that Harry is a responsible drinking, not going out and drinking without us knowing,” I whispered back at Remus.

“And for the lady and gentleman,” Sirius smiled holding out to cups infront of him. “Have fun, let loose, relax,”

Remus grabbed his drink first, I copied, Sirius walked away.

“Look at you,” Fred Weasley said moving beside me. “Cheers,” He smirked, I rolled my eyes lifting up my drink, both our glasses hit each other and we took a drink. “You know I like your eyes,”

“Fred Weasley,” Remus said looking at him, I let out a laugh leaning against the couch. “Don’t be flirting with someone half your age,”

“Yeah Freddie, you know she likes me anyways,” George said moving and sitting beside Remus, I rolled my eyes and stood up. 

“I’m going to the bathroom, don’t have to much fun without me,” I said to Remus walking out of the room, Sirius caught my eyes but I continued to walk out, almost running up the stairs and locking the door once I got into the bathroom.

My drink landed on the counter as both my hands leaned into the sink, I looked down then up at myself in the mirror, my makeup was smudged from crying and my face a reck.

“Unbelievable,” I whispered to myself, picking up my brush and brushing out my hair, my hair had turned almost back with rage, I pushed it back, ignoring the thing I dreaded in myself, forgetting it years ago. I put my hair up only halfway, leaving some of my black hair to hang at the back on my shoulders. I fixed up my makeup and refreshed myself.

“Are you okay in there?” Remus asked knocking on the door, I picked up my drink, finishing it off and unlocking the door.

“Better than I could ever be, I just needed to fix my makeup,” I let a fake smile out looking down at my cup. “I need a refill come on,” I started walking out the door but Remus grabbed me, pulling me back from the stairs.

“Do not listen to Sirius tonight, you be yourself, don’t change because Sirius thinks you need to let loose okay,” Remus said almost making me upset. “You are okay Stella, and we’re all here for you,”

I let out a low laugh and shook my head. “I know that Remus, I just do think Sirius is right, it’s been almost nineteen years, I need to forget about it,” I moved myself away from Remus and walked down the stairs.

“Stella your back,” Sirius cheerfully said wrapping his arms around me.

“The nights only started and your already as drunk as a cow,” I said as he held me tight.

“Yep, come on, your turn,” Sirius let go of me, grabbing my hand and placing me on the couch, he took the cup out of my hand and filled it back up, handing it back, I felt dropped of my drink land on my clothes but at that moment I didn’t care.

“Auntie Stella,” Harry smiled, walking across the room and sitting down beside me. “Thanks for letting us party, I really do appreciate it,” 

“Cheers Harry, i’m glad you asked for a party, I needed it,” I raised my drink up in the air, we both hit our glasses together and drinking up.

Remus walked in, he gave me a quick glance but looked away once music started to by.

“Remus love, dance with me,” Sirius shouted taking Remus hand. I watched the two, I watched as Ron and Hermione stared dancing, then Neville and Ginny.

“Care to dance?” Fred Weasley asked standing infront of me. Harry let out a laugh and stood up, walking away from us.

“This means nothing Fred Weasley,” I took his hand, placing my drink on the table and walking to the middle of the room.

“You know, I know you're like really older than me, but I digger the older woman,” Fred shouted making me smile.

“I don’t date Fred, bad history,” I shouted over the music, knowing it could be as loud as we liked since the muggles didn’t even know we were here.

“Well lucky for you, I like a reset,”

“You really don’t give up, do you?” I asked letting my hair loose, my black hair was now a bit longer then the bathroom. Magic really was getting the best of me at the moment.

“Not with pretty woman like you, at least give me a chance,” Fred asked, my attention left him as the music stopped, Remus and Sirius were laughing, Harry was dancing with Ginny now and Neville, Dean, and Cedric were chatting on the couch.

“I think your a little to young for me, sixteen year old and a thirty-two year old,” I whispered patting his shoulder and sitting back down on the couch, I finished my second drink and leaned back, closing my eyes.

“Don’t be a mood killer Stella, come on, dance,” Sirius said standing infront of me. “Please,” He peaked his bottom lip out.

“Fine,” I grabbed Sirius hand, shaking my hand and standing up. “You know, I think Regulas would love Harry, he would love all of this,”

“Don’t talk about my brother right now, forgetting about him for one night, please,” Sirius asked making me annoyed.

“He was your brother how could you say that,” Tension rose along the room.

“It’s been nineteen years Stella, he would hate seeing you like this,” Sirius shot back shaking his head.

“Yeah like you would know, you hated him for most of the years,” I spit turning around, I grabbed a bottle of fire whisky and stormed out of the room, running up the stairs, to the end up the hall, last door on the left and shutting myself in, falling once again to the ground.

“For fuck sakes!” I screamed leaning my head back and crying. I stood up and walked over to the wall, bashing my fists against the bricks, unsure how many times I did it, until my knuckles were bloody and bruising.

“Are you okay?” I heard behind me, I turned around in a rush, looking at Fred who stood at the doorway. “I’m not sure what happened down there but I just thought I should come check on you,”

“I’m fine Fred,” I mumbled whipping my tears away. “Sirius and I get a little too carried away with our words, it’s normal, its okay,”

“What did the wall ever do to you?” Fred asked making me let out a low laugh in between sobs. “Come on, George does this all the time, I can fix your knuckles up,”

I followed Fred out of the room, he opened the bathroom door and we both walked in, I placed myself on the sink, taking a long drink of the firewhiskey bottle I held.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Fred asked running a cloth under the water. “You don’t have to if you don’t want,”

“I dated a boy, since we were in hogwarts together, his name was Regulas Black, Sirius brother.” I paused flinching in pain as Fred pressed the cloth against my right hand. “He died in 1979, and Sirius thinks I should be over it by now, but I just can’t,”

“I didn’t know, i’m sorry” Fred said lowly removing the cloth from my hand. “You’ve broken some bones, your whole hand in fact,”

“Honestly, I deserved it,” I leaned back against the mirror, taking another drink from the bottle. “Do you wanna a drink?” I asked looking at Fred, I moved myself a bit so Fred could jump up on the counter beside me.

“Thanks,” Fred took the bottle out of my hand and took a drink. “Do you still love him?” 

“Regulas?” I paused looking at Fred. “Of course I do, and I think that's the problem, i’d feel guilty if i’d ever get with someoen else, like he’ll know,” 

“I mean, a kiss wouldn’t hurt, it’s not illegal here,” Fred said making me smile, “Maybe it’ll help?” I turned my head and looked at Fred, my head was spinning and my body felt out of control.

“A kiss wouldn’t hurt,” I whispered leaning in, as the both of us were inches away from each other, the doorknob turned and I pulled back, looking at the door, Remus walked in with a bottle in his hand.

“I’ve looked all over for you, we’re just getting the party started, come back downstairs,” Remus said almost yelling. 

“I think that's a good idea,” I grabbed the bottle from Fred and jumped off the counter. “Come on, the party is just getting started,” I looked back at Fred who had a smile on his face.

“You’re right,” The three of us walked back downstairs to see Sirius and Neville longbottom dancing, which made me smile, imagining him and Frank dancing in the common room on a cold night.

The night went on, everyone slowly making their way into different rooms, Remus and I almost to drunk to be responsible placed everyone in different rooms.

“Tonight was fun,” I whispered leaning against the hallway walls with a half empty fire whisky bottle.

“It was, it really was,” Remus said smiling, leaning beside me. Sirius walked out of the bathroom, whipping his mouth and smile. “You good there Padfoot?”

“Never better, come on, I hear our bed calling our name!” Sirius grabbed Remus’ hand, dragging him away. I smiled looking at my bedroom door, I walked in to George Weasley passed out on my bed.

“How did you get in here?” I whispered walking in, I grabbed my blanket, tossing it over his body and walked out of my room, downstairs to the couch.

“What are you doing?” I heard as I walked in, I looked at the corner of the room, Fred was laying on the couch.

“What are you doing, why aren’t you in a room?” I asked sitting down on the couch across from him.

“I don’t think I could move off the couch, my whole body feels like jello,” Fred said making me chuckle.

“Well at least let me put a blanket over you, you look cold,” I pushed myself off the couch, almost falling but held myself up, grabbing the blanket from behind me and placing it on Fred.

“What are you going to sleep with?” He asked as I covered his body up. 

“I’ll manage, if you need anything i’ll be roaming around the house,” I went to go walk away from Fred but he grabbed my wrist.

“Please stay with me,” Fred whispered, I nodded my head, sitting down beside him. “Regulas would have wanted you to move on,” 

“I know,” I ran my hands threw Fred hair as he moved his hand onto my lap. 

“Kiss me,” Fred whispered looking up at me, I looked down at him.

“No, I don’t think I will,” I leaned down planting a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you for understanding what I have to do,” 

[ramblesanddragons]

Incident #3421

My first ever fic request! I hope you like it @elementalist-kdj

They requested something about Eda and Lilly during their school days and Incident #3421 was a fun source of inspiration.

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Warnings: References to bullying.

Word Count: 2657

Lunch was without a doubt was the best part of the day. No learning, no annoying teachers, no busy work. Just food and friends. It was also the only time Eda got a chance to see her little sister during the day. The young witch came running into the cafeteria and headed for their normal spot. Lilith was already there and had her head buried in her arms with no food in sight.

“Whoa what’s wrong Lilly?”

Her sister looked up and tried to hide the fact that she had been crying but it was no use. Her eyes were puffy and she sniffled as she talked.

“Hey Eda.”

“Okay who do I got to hex?”

“No one Eda just forget about it okay?”

“No! Was it that jerk whose been bugging you?” Eda scanned the cafeteria and there they were. The culprit had been bullying her little sister for a week now and it was time for Eda to put a stop to it. She started to march over to the soon to be victim when her sister grabbed her hand.

“It’s just lunch money Eda! It’s not worth it!” Lilly cried.

“No, it’s your lunch money and I’m not letting them get away with this!”

“Eda. Please, please, please don’t cause a scene. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

“But...” Eda looked at her sister’s face filling with tears again.

“Alright fine. I won't cause a scene. Here get something to eat.” Eda gave Lilly her lunch money and started to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Lilly sniffled.

“To cool off a minute. Is that okay?”

Lilly smiled, “Sure. I’ll try and get the cafeteria lady to give me an extra slice of pie. She likes me!”

Lilly ran off and Eda went back into the hallway. Everyone liked Lilly but that wasn’t hard. She was smart and kind. Well everyone liked her except this bully apparently. Her sister didn’t want her to mess with this person well then she wouldn’t.

No one saw Eda slip into the abomination room. In truth she kind of missed this place. Making abominations was fun. Mixing potions was alright and she was good at his but abominations were just messier. She took some left-over supplies and started to mix. This jerk was going to get what was coming to them. 10 minutes later Eda slipped back into the cafeteria with a smile. She sat and helped Lilly dig into lunch. A moment later her sister looked up from her food a stared at the door to the lunch room.

“What the...where did those abominations come from?”

“What abominations?” Eda said focusing on the pie.

“Those... whoa!”

Lilly ducked as a piece of fruit flew by their table. It hit it’s mark, the face of the bully. The abominations then began to throw more food at them.  

“FOOD FIGHT!” Some other kid screeched.

Eda laughed and ducked under the table next to her sister. Lily was staring daggers at Eda.

“What?”

“Why can’t you just leave things alone?” Lilly sighed.

“I didn’t do anything and you’re my baby sister it’s my job to look after you.”

“Edalyn.”

“Hey they get a few piles of food dumped on them and we get an interesting lunch time.”

Lilly poked her head above the table and ducked quickly as a loaf of bread bounced off her head.

“Call them off now! Please! You’re going to get in so much trouble.” It was odd to Eda how much her little sister worried about Eda getting in trouble. She didn’t understand it really but the pained look on her sister’s face made her stomach twist in a guilty knot.

“Alright, alright.” Eda hopped on the top of the table and surveyed the scene. The cafeteria was already a mess. Some kids were still having fun while most had fled. The bully was covered in food head to toe. Good enough for Eda.

“Abominations, STOP!” The young witch yelled with authority.

The three abominations she had made paused for a moment and looked at each other. Two of them kept going with their assault on the other students and the third started lumbering towards Eda.

“Hey I commanded you to STOP!”

The abomination responded by tossing a cup of juice at Eda. She ducked under the table just in time to avoid it.

“Welp they have a mind of their own now.” Eda said nonchalantly.

“YOU MADE POWERFUL ENOUGH ABOMINATIONS THAT THEY HAVE SENTIENCE?” Lilly screeched.

“I guess.”

“Edalyn! ”

“Okay, Okay I got this.” Back onto the table she jumped with Lilly on her heels. The young witch drew a circle on the nearest wall. A large owl shaped column formed and sent the abominations flying into one of the others. Her sister’s jaw dropped.

“Like it? I’ve been working on it. The owl makes the spell a little more personal.”

“What? Oh yeah that’s cool but look!” Lilly pointed at the two abominations that had crashed together. The purple muck that was their bodies started to fuse together. The third one lumbered over and joined the mass. Fully combined a large abomination, larger than anyone had seen, stood in the middle of the cafeteria. It let out a roar of defiance and tossed a chair towards the sisters.  

“That’s not good.” Eda said in a bit of shock. Lilly pulled her out of the way just in the nick of time as the chair shattered against the wall behind them, putting a dent into the brick. The rest of the students had fled the scene so the only three people left where Eda, Lilly, and the bully. The three of them watched as the giant abomination pulled back its arm and bashed a hole into the wall, giving it an ample sized hole to escape deeper into the school with. The whole cafeteria shook with the impact. Dust and bits of wall flew everywhere.  

As the sisters came out of their hiding place a piece of the roof came crumbling down spewing more dust in the air. One of the large ceiling lanterns was swinging low to the ground barely hanging on to the roof by a thread. Lilly began to dust herself off. Eda shook the dust from herself like a bird shaking off water off in a birdbath.  

“Ugh this stuff cannot be good for our lungs,” Lilly coughed.

“Eh I don’t know you look good with white hair sis,” Eda smiled her widest ‘please don’t be mad at me’ grin.

“You are in so much trouble Eda.”

“EDA! Did you do this?” The bully came marching up to the sisters wiping the dust and food from their face. Eda placed herself between them and her sister.

“This is what you get for being a jerk,” she hissed.  

“W-will you two stop? We have a more important problem,” Lilly said with a slight squeak.

“What are we supposed to do about it bird brain? Where are the teachers?”

“Do not call my sister names!”

“Focus!” Lilly yelled out louder. This got the other two to shut up surprise for the moment.  

“The teachers go on break during lunch. They might be on the other side of the school. We need to stop that thing before it reaches them, there might not be any school left at that point.”

“Us? There is no way we can stop that thing,” the bully said.

“We can if we work together!” Lilly shouted enthusiastically.

Eda thought it was stupid to try and stop the thing. Honestly, she wouldn’t mind if the thing tore the school apart but if she didn’t go there was a chance Lilly would get hurt. She didn’t like Hexside but she wasn’t going to let anything happen to her sister.  

“You two have fun on a suicide mission,” the bully spat as they walked away. Eda grabbed their arm.

“Hey you started this and you’re going to help us finish it. If not, I will ensure that Bump throws you in detention too. I promise.”

“You can’t...fine!” The bully jerked out of Eda’s grasp and started to walk towards the hole in the wall grumbling about Eda being evil.

Eda locked eyes with her sister, “You good?”

Lilly nodded, “Let’s go.”

Finding the creature wasn’t hard, it left a trail of destruction in its wake. Eda guessed it made sense in a way. She had lost control of it but she had made it while reflecting on how much she had grown to hate school. It was just acting on her inner feeling. Maybe. In her head that sounded right anyway. It had made its way to the lockers and was now putting deep dents into the metal doors.

“Plan?” Eda asked.

“I think if we hit it with enough fire, we can boil it back down to the ingredients,” Lilly responded.

“Messy. I like it.”

The bully took the long way around to get on one side of it and the sisters snuck up on the other side.

“NOW!” Lilly screeched. Eda drew the largest fire circle she could and blasted the thing with all her might. Lilly and the bully did the same. It took effort but at last the abomination let out a final shriek and melted away. All that was left in the hallway was a purple, gooey mess.

“That’s what you get for messing with the Clawthorne sisters!” Eda taunted.  

“That’s what I get for having to deal with you as a student Edalyn,” a cold voice spoke from behind her. The bully laughed as Eda sheepishly turned around to see Bump standing behind her.

“Oh, hey Bump. What’s up?”

“My office. Now.”

...

The sun was already below the horizon, but Eda had only finished cleaning a section of the cafeteria. Sure, the construction coven had fixed the large hole in the wall and the bits of broken ceiling but Bump made sure they left enough for her to clean. No magic was allowed either which was archaic really. She couldn’t believe her parents agreed to her being magically bound to that promise.  

A small panic had welled up in her as they did it. Was this what it was like to be bound to a coven? To have her magic trimmed down to nothing? She didn’t like the feeling even though all of her magic was still there. If anything, all this cleaning gave her time to think, really think about the things she had been pushing down for more than a year since being placed into the Potions path. She was deep in thought for a while, at least until her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another broom being pushed against the mess.  

“Lilly?”

“Hey sis.”

“Uh what are you doing?”

“Helping?”

“I can see that smarty pants you know what I meant.”

“You did all of this for me. When I pointed that out to our parents, they agreed to let me help you.”

“Why would you do that?”

Lilly put on a smug smile, “Because you’ll be here a year at the rate you’re going you turtle.”

“Ha ha ha. I can go faster I’m just...” Eda paused and stared at the floor. Should she tell her how she was feeling?

“You’re what?”

“I’ve been thinking...”

“If today is any evidence that’s a bad idea.”

“Lilly I’m being serious for once.”  

Eda threw her broom to the ground and grabbed Lilly’s hand. She guided her little sister to a seat.

“While I was making that abomination, I thought about how much I missed that class. I mean I hate all the classes here but it was fun at the same time.”

“Oh Eda, that’s okay. I know Bump doesn’t like you but if you want to switch, I’m sure he won't say no...”

“But I want to do potions too! I don’t want to choose just one.”

Eda could see that what she was trying to say finally clicked with her sister. Her brows knitted together like they did when she was worried.  

“I guess it’s good were going to get into the Emperor's coven then,” Lilly said carefully.

“Why should we have to hope for a rare chance to keep our magic though?” Eda stood and began to pace in frustration.  

“If I don’t get in, I’m stuck for the rest of my life with only a small sliver of my magic. How is that fair? And I’m not just talking for me! Magic shouldn’t be controlled! It should be wild and free to use how we wish when we wish and...”

“Eda,” Lilly hissed, “keep it down. Do you know how much trouble you could get into for saying that? How long have you been having these thoughts? Have you told anyone else?”

“I’ve felt this way for a while. You’re the first person I’ve told.”

“Don’t tell anyone else!”

“I’m not stupid Lilly,” Eda said with a roll of her eyes.

“Eda, I get it. I understand a little bit I really do but this is...just the way it is.”

“It wasn’t always like this. I’ve read some history books.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing at the library? I thought you were focusing on school work for once. Silly me.”

“Hey I don’t need the sass. These are legitimate concerns. This “new age of controlled magic” stuff is stupid! And I’m half tempted to go find Bellows and tell him that!”

“You’ll get locked in the conformatorium for heresy.” Lilly said with a grave look.

“Let them try.”

Lilly stood and grabbed Eda’s hands with a tight squeeze, trying to get her to calm down.

“I know you never listen to me but please for once listen to me. I don’t want to see you dragged away somewhere. Please, please just don’t dwell on these ideas. Focus on joining the emperor's coven like I am. Then you don’t have to worry about any of that. I’m sure they’ll want you. You’re powerful! You just brought three abominations to life, some people can’t do any magic outside of their path before they’re bound to it. You and I will be an unstoppable team. If you’re not in jail that is.”

Eda looked down at her little sister’s pleading face. Just because some witches weren’t very good with multiple types of magic didn’t mean they shouldn’t be free to do those other types. Every bone in Eda’s body wanted to rage against the stupidity but she took a deep breath. She had already gone against her sister’s wishes once today, better to not upset her again. Eda put on a smile and sighed.

“You’re right. I’m just...I don’t know...”

“Being a rebellious teen? That’s what dad keeps saying.”

“Yeah that.”  

“That’s okay. That’s why we’re a good team. You come up with crazy stuff and I help reign you in when you go too off the deep end.”

“Gee thanks.”

“Alright. If we work together, we’ll get this done in no time.” Lilly picked up her broom and began to list all the reasons the both of them would get into the emperor's coven with little problem and why is was the coolest coven. As her sister talked on and on, Eda would just nod and give small encouraging responses. Internally though, she felt the weight that had been growing on her soul grow heavier. If she couldn’t talk to her sister about this then she couldn’t talk to anyone.

Maybe it was for the best though. Keep her ideas to herself until she could find a loophole in the system to exploit or something. Maybe at the end of the day she just wouldn’t choose a coven and the system would have to deal with it. She could deal with a little jail time, probably escape from it too. Really, what was the worst they could do to her?

[plztumb1rhelpmegetoveranxiety]

We Scream at Night

I remember that I was not the stereotypical poor college kid. I’m currently twenty three. I had just purchased a home. It was a nice place, two stories, three bedrooms and a basement. None of that bothered me when I bought it. It was a regular building, really, nothing scary about it. There were still boxes lying around the house when it first started.

It wasn't much at first, it was barely noticeable. But my dog, Boots, cried whenever he heard it. It sounded like light growling itself. Although it didn't sound like an animal could make the sounds we heard. It always came from below us. At one point I debated calling an exorcist.

I became used to it. I adapted, if you will.

Then the screaming started. It was like a banshee was trapped in my floorboards. Boots tried to get out of my room at these times. He violently scratched at the door. I had locked it at night ever since the wailing began. It terrified me. He whined and howled along with the inhuman noises. I was losing sleep, and my sanity. My professors were noticing as well. My grades were dropping at a devastatingly fast rate. They had asked about it, but all I would say is that I was fine. That's all I could say. I would be thought of insane if I told them the truth.

A week passed and that's all it took. I felt as if my sanity was slowly slipping away. It was terrible, every morning my head was pounding. It was like something was tearing at my skull from the inside. My head constantly seemed like it was going to burst. Some nights, blood even leaked out of my ears. I began to lose my hearing.

One night I did something stupid. If I could change what I did that night I promise you, I would. I was fed up with Boots. I started to blame him. Say he was the reason for all this. I wasn't in the right state of mind. I don't forgive myself. I threw him out of the room and slammed the door after him. I think he could tell I was mad at him, as he whimpered. But I didn't care then.

The screeching stopped within five minutes of him being out there. I was joyful. I got a good night's sleep that night.

I shouldn't have.

Five am sharp I got up, my daily routine. I was energized for once and hopeful. I thought of it as a sign that things might be turning around. As soon as I exited my room that day I knew something was up.

A stench hit me like a brick wall. I couldn't help but gag. I walked down the stairs, cautious. The basement door was open. I had no luck before trying to get it to open. It had been a hassle for me previously. It never budged in the past. So needless to say, it was mildly concerning. Until I figured out the basement was the source of the wretched odor.  The door reeked as if something had died down there. My naive self soon found out something had died down there.

I looked through the door and my knees buckled at the horrors laid out before me. It was Boots. He was the only loving creature in my life.

It was hard to even recognize him as a dog now. He was mutilated nearly beyond recognition. I only saw his torso, split down the stomach. Blood coated the small basement area. Correction, I did see his head. The memories haunt my consciousness to this day.

Bite marks coated my friend ́s head. Some parts of his flesh were missing, showing the damaged and utterly destroyed skull underneath. His skull looked bashed in. As if someone or something took a sledgehammer to it.

I couldn't help it. I vomited. His flesh was partly flattened. Presumably to get more blood out of the corpse. The room was coated with it. The crimson liquid disgusted me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I could do. But I made a grave mistake. Anything must have been better than what I did.

I slammed the basement door. I just ran into my room and cried. I refused to go to any of my classes. I couldn't deal with the loss of

Boots. He was part of my family.

I can't tell you when I fell asleep, but I can tell you what woke me up. Just past midnight the horrific scream returned. It jolted me up out of bed, lungs heaving and in a cold sweat. It didn't scare me for long. I was determined.

I wanted revenge.

That was the one time I think I thanked my over prepared self. The neighborhood I had moved into was known for being sketchy so I kept a metal baseball bat beside my bed. I reached my hand out to grab it and moved towards the door. That was the moment when the gravity of the situation struck me. I should have moved out when I first heard the noise. I was in a predicament now. I had to face the bloodthirsty creature that killed my dog.

I had confidence when I walked towards the basement. Confidence. Confidence that didn't last long. Not in the slightest. The door was wide open. Like someone was expecting my arrival. My brave attitude faltered. I was scared. Still I made it to the doorway. Though taking smaller steps.

Down there was a woman. She seemed to be around my age. She wore and pastel green gown as if she was in a hospital and she was bald.

There ́s nothing bad about that. Normally.

She didn't appear to have any hair at all. She had no eyelashes or eyebrows and she didn't seem to blink. She looked up at me from the bottom of the stairs with piercing sea blue eyes. She didn't move and inch. A sickening stitched smile sewed into her pale face. There were stitches in her skin. They forced her to smile. The stitches cut into her face forming an unnatural smile. For some reason at the end of those stitches were pieces of clear tape. The woman looked like and old doll that everyone had just given up on fixing. Broken and forgotten.

If she had hair one thing would have been much less visible. On the right side of her forehead was a burn mark. It was a burn mark of the number twelve. I think at the time it baffled me more than anything else. As I said, I was foolish.

I tried to call out to her. She must have had answers. If she heard me, I do not know, but she reached up to her face with claw-like fingers. She slightly opened her mouth. Maybe to scream? No. Using her fingers she ripped the stitches out one by one. She took a step closer. Still remaining eye contact, still removing the stitches from her face. She smiled. The stitches were removed I could see the holes pierced in her face open up even more as her muscles moved. Crimson blood poured from her mouth. I now despised the awful liquid.

I tried to step away, but it felt like my feet were nailed to the floor. I couldn't move. My mind was telling me to run and not look back. She took another step. Then another. Then another. She was running at me, her sadistic smile spread across her face. The blood was already beginning to dry on her skin. It was turning the whole bottom of her face a nasty red. She came closer and closer. She reached her hand out towards me. A familiar screech escaped her lips.

I woke up.

I would have dismissed this as a dream. But Boots is missing. Still, I would have thought he might have ran away. Recently though, I started losing my hair. Eyelashes, eyebrows, all of it. And have found myself waking up in unusual places after I go to sleep on some nights. I'm in the bathroom looking in the mirror right now, and there’s only one reason I'm writing this. Last night I woke up with the number thirteen burned into my skin.

[kazimakuwabara]

Harrowing

Summary: (the next chapter after Gaffe) Attacked in his home, Kuwabara faces personal tragedy, while trying to escape.(i liked this chapter so much i’m posting it here as a kind of stand alone.) words: 1,800+

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Kuwabara struggles against his long-limbed attacker.

He can not scream, and his strength is rapidly fading from him as his airway is continually cut off.

His attacker does not like Kuwabara resisting. 

He is slammed into a bookcase, and it crumbles as if it was made from balsa wood. Kuwabara can't even register the pain, he is so desperate for air. He brings an elbow done on his attacker's wrist, trying to bash the creature away. His attacker hisses with pain, and Kuwabara has a second to feel smug. He's slammed into another wall, and he knocks over his nightstand and lamp, the lamp shattering on the wooden floor.

His vision is growing fuzzy.

Eikitchi yowls louder, and Kuwabara only hopes he isn't killed in front of his cat.

Surprisingly, he is released, and Kuwabara collapses coughing and gasping for breath.  

Holding his throat, he looks up and sees his cat hanging from the demon's face, her claws dug into his eyeballs. It's unfortunate he has another two pairs that he can still use, but she had successfully taken out a set of his eyes.

Kuwabara knows it's going to happen before it does.

The demon hisses and howls, his haunting voice sending a shiver down Kuwabara's spine. He digs his fingers into Eikitchi's body, and her voice cuts off abruptly. Kuwabara screams as the demon tears Eikitchi away from his face, and throws her into the wall, with a loud crunch. Kuwabara does not need to look; does not need to see, to know his baby girl is dead.

Tears fall down Kuwabara's face, and he lunges like a wild animal at his attacker, his Jigen To out. He has learned to do something new in theory, and he has decided to test it out now.

He tears a dimension open, and the demon plummets halfway through it, in under a second. 

And in that moment of less than a second, Kuwabara drags his sword back up the tear he made, willing the torn fabric of the dimension he cut through, to be stitched back together.

It does stitch back together, and the portal closes much faster, cutting the demon in half.

His nightmarish face is full of surprise as black blood oozes from his teeth, and his many eyes are wide with surprise. His nail thin teeth clatter as he mouthes words he no longer has the breath to say.

The upper half of his body sloths on the floor, spilling its contents messily in Kuwbara's room. The other half is who knows where, but Kuwabara has enough forethought to hope that it doesn't land on anyone. 

It is quiet.

All is still, and Kuwabara glares into the nightmarish face of his attacker, and watches him die. It doesn't take very long.

He does not look at where Eikitchi's little body should be, but instead lets his head fall into his chest and chokes out a bitter sob. He blindly reaches out with his mind, searching for one of his friends amongst the thousands of minds nearby. He lands on the closest mind, and it is, of course, Hiei.

He is embarrassed to cry as Hiei will hear it inside his head, but Kuwabara needs help. 

His body is aching, his room is destroyed, there's half of a body sprawled on his floor, and Eikitchi is gone and dead.  

Gone. Gone. Gone...

'Hiei!' Kuwabara desperately thinks, his adrenaline rush dying out, and his back letting him know just how hard he'd been slammed into the wall, 'Hiei!'

Hiei's answer is immediate, but Kuwabara can feel the distance, 'Kuwabara! What's wrong?'

'I need help,' Kuwabara sobs, knowing he is pouring his pain and emotion into Hiei's head.

He hopes Hiei doesn't think less of him.

'I'm on my way,' Hiei's thoughts are jumbled, panicked, and angry. His anger is protective, and another violent thought hits Kuwabara's head, 'I won't think less of you. Tell me what happened. I'll be there soon.'

Kuwabara hadn't intended for Hiei to hear that part. 

Getting to his feet, Kuwabara steps way from the demon he's slain. The blood is pooling everywhere, and it reaches Kuwabara before he can step away. Kuwabara thinks this is the first person he's ever killed that he had been a hundred percent aware of. There are a few questionable cases out there, but this is the first time he's ever successfully killed someone when he had the intent to do so.

It makes him feel a little sick.

'Hiei-' Kuwabara was about to say something else, but he is grabbed from behind.

He gasps, struggling against the figure at his back, but manages to flip him over his head.

A pig-like squeal howls out of a heavier set demon's mouth, as he is slammed onto the ground.

Kuwabara cuts off his communication with Hiei. The fight isn't over, his house is under siege, and he's on his own at least for a couple of minutes. He needs to hang on. He will not be abducted, not again.

He also won't die here.

His shitty home is almost paid off, and he needs to fix the damn coat hanger!

He expands his psychic energy like a net, and even in the dark, latches on to the strangers who have entered his home.

Two more besides this heavier demon here, are in his home. Four attackers, including the dead one, have come here for Kuwabara. He doesn't know for what, but Kuwabara won't let these assholes take him in his own home! He brings forth his other sword, dual wielding now, and plunges that one into the neck of the demon that had grabbed him from behind. 

The demon gurgles and Kuwabara pulls his sword out, not waiting to see if he died. An injury to the throat should be enough to stop it, if Kuwabara is reading the demon's strength right. With his Jigen To, Kuwabara cuts through his wall, focusing on his living room. He steps through the portal into his downstairs living room and closes the portal back up.

He's practiced a lot with his Jigen To now. He won't allow himself to be an easy target.

The other two demons have already run upstairs, but Kuwabara doesn't want to wait for them to figure out he's not up there anymore.

He runs for his front door, the door ripped off its hinges. Unable to help it, he adds his ruined door frame to the growing list of things he needs to fix in his fixer-upper home.

He is leaping out of his house in several large strides. He jumps down the steps that lead up to his door, and takes off down the street. He's grateful it's dark and empty. He runs towards where he felt Hiei's presence, hoping that the two of them will meet halfway. Sooner, if Hiei is running as fast as he can. 

Kuwabara sends his power outwards, searching for Kurama and Yusuke. They should both be in their homes, or if he's unlucky, Yusuke is at Genkai's shrine, and Kurama is at his father's office.  Both places are far from Kuwabara's home, and it would take them several minutes to get to him.

Kuwabara senses something chasing him, and the hairs at his neck stand up.

He doubts he has several minutes.

He latches on to Kurama first. He's in a subway, on a train.

'Kurama! I'm in trouble! Demons in my house. One dead, maybe two!' Kuwabara thinks desperately, lighting panic in Kurama's mind immediately.

'Kazuma!?' Kurama sends back, and there's more, but Kuwabara doesn't have time to listen.

He's still searching for Yusuke's mind. It's just his luck, that Yusuke is at Genkai's shrine. He is the furthest away.

'Urameshi! I need help-' Kuwabara thinks, and is interrupted as he is knocked sideways by a beast on all fours.  

It is a demon of some sort, something that resembles what Kuwabara thinks a werewolf would look like to human eyes. He has been slammed into an alley, his back pressed to a brick wall, and a hand is clamped down on his mouth. Kuwabara's not sure if he should be impressed to think that these bastards are trying to take him without making a scene.

He digs his sword into the creature's side, and it yelps like a wounded dog.

The struggle against each other, and Kuwabara twists his sword, making the wolfman yelp once again.

Something stings his shoulder, and he can feel something burning into him from that point. He has been injected with something.

'Kuwabara?' Yusuke's alarmed voice is in Kuwabara's head, but Kuwabara's mind is getting dizzy.

His body is burning, and his swords flickers in and out of his hands.

He walks backwards in the alleyway, the world spinning violently. The demons have joined each other now, and Kuwabara can't tell how many there are, he's so dizzy. He knew the answer just a moment ago, had figured it out... but now... what was happening now?  

One sword fades away completely. He can't maintain both.

Breathing feels hard and cold, and his second sword slips away, as he continues to walk backward. Trying to keep away from the threat. 

The world is dulling and slipping away from him.

He's going to pass out.

There are voices in his head calling out to him, looking for him, and Kuwabara doesn't have the strength to reach out for them to answer them. His back hits a chained fence, and he hooks his fingers into it, grasping at it to stand upright.

"He killed Grotta and Evude!" Someone growls.

"He is dangerous... we should have been more cautious. You should have been more cautious. He stabbed you." A second calmer voice speaks.

Everything is spinning and Kuwabara closes his eyes.

He can feel... feel someone. Someone nearby.

"Hiei!" Kuwabara calls out, collapsing on his ass as his body gets cold and heavy. His shoulder still burns, and his mind is grasping for the threads calling to him. For Kurama, trapped in a subway speeding far away, for Yusuke who is screaming and screaming, racing for Kuwabara's home. 

'Yusuke... Yusuke... Yusuke...' Kuwabara's mind moans, full of yearning and regret.

He thinks Yusuke can hear it wherever he is now.

Hiei materializes in front of him, crouched low his sword out, and his other hand on Kuwabara's leg. He is squeezing Kuwabara tightly, but Kuwabara can't feel it. 

Kurama is far away on the bullet train, and panicking as he continues to speed away in the wrong direction.

Yusuke has run the fastest he has ever run and is at Kuwabara's house... he won't find Kuwabara there.

Kuwabara is losing consciousness in the alley, Hiei's hand on his leg.

"What have you done to him?!" Hiei's voice is so loud--too loud--and twisted with such protective power, Kuwabara is surprised that it's for him.

Kuwabara fully sags on to the ground, and closes his eyes. He wants to stay awake to see the end. To see Hiei fight his assailants. To see if he is rescued, or if he's not. He wants to summon his strength and join Hiei in this fight. Wants so much for what is about to happen, not to happen--

Kuwabara passes out.