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marvelouspeterparker · 4 years ago

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pairing: mob!tom holland x reader

request: okok i have a mob!tom idea... what about tom having to work until veeeryyyy late at night cause he��s like drowning in paperwork and all that mob crap i wouldn’t know about... and when he finally stops he comes to your room to find you asleep and he’s like instantly relieved to see his princess after all that stress (can involve some smutty smut or else what’s the point). by anonymous

warnings: smut but it’s soft

word count: 1.7k

notes: ok i love this concept + this has been a wip for a while now and i’m honestly not sure how i like it, i kinda struggled for some reason but i hope you enjoy. this wasn’t rly what i wanted to post first and i’m kinda nervous tbh but here you go! just a short, sweet smut to get back in the groove <3

There was something reassuring and almost soothing to Tom about coming home to you after a long day at work. His days were sometimes filled with blood, betrayal, violence, frustrations, and nothing good––but none of that would matter when he stepped into the comfort of your bedroom, the warmth of your embrace, basked in the light of your presence.

He would often feel the tension rolling off of his shoulders as soon as he set his eyes on you, the light of his life. No matter how dark his days would get, how brutal his job forced him to become, you would always bring him back to you, with your words, your company.

Tonight, was luckily not bloody, but rather boring and exhausting. Tom spent hours in a room with dozens of other men, bosses, associates of other mobs writing up agreements, making deals, negotiations over territories, clubs, money. He was done with them all the minute he stepped foot at the designated meetup location and even texted you throughout the meeting to get through it. As soon as everything was done he was the first one out of the door.

You often tried to stay up and wait for him on long nights like these, but sometimes, you couldn’t overcome the fatigue, and Tom couldn’t blame you. As he stepped into your bedroom quietly, he perked up when he noticed the light was still on but smiled softly when he noticed your figure curled up on the bed. You were dressed in your pajamas, since it was technically early in the morning now, but you were lying on top of the covers, meaning you had tried to stay up but ultimately failed.

Tom slowly closed the door, careful not to make too much noise and put his cufflinks away first, in the dish on the dresser, then he went into the walk-in closet and put his shoes away before undressing down to his boxers. It wasn’t until he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up before bed that you woke up, the sound of running water stirring you awake.

“Tommy?” Your voice was sleepy and saccharine, luring him to bed like a siren. “Is that you?”

“Yeah baby, I’m here.” He dried off and shut off the bathroom light before making his way over to your side. He bent down and brought a hand to your cheek, gently holding your face as he looked at you with tired eyes.

You cleared your throat, your eyes blinking up at him slowly. “Did you just get here?”

He nodded, his thumb caressing your cheek, this close to lulling you back to sleep. “Meeting went on for ages. They just would not stop talking.” You knew he was honestly irritated, but the frown on his face and the furrow between his brows was nothing but cute to you and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet breath of laughter, making him smile down at you.

“Get in bed with me?”

“Of course.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and climbed over you, pulling the covers out from under you and tucking the both of you in. You turned in his arms and placed a hand on his neck, looking up at him fondly. He looked at you for a moment before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours gently, leaving a few small pecks that got longer and longer until you were pulling each other closer, desperate to feel one another. You were breathing slowly and deeply, in sync, your arms wrapped around each other tightly.

You rubbed your thighs together, suddenly remembering how needy you had gotten when he was gone before you had fallen asleep. You took a deep breath and sighed at the feeling and Tom quirked a brow, immediately recognizing the sound.

He pulled away slightly and brought his hand back up to your cheek, taking note of the glint in your gaze. “I know that look in your eye, darling.” He smirked softly. “Someone feeling a bit needy?”

“Please.” You pouted, mind too tired to let out full sentences and Tom was quick to indulge you.

His hand trailed down between your legs and raised his brows when he felt the wetness on your panties. “See you kept busy while I was gone, hm darling?” You nodded innocently and he growled, capturing your lips with his, his voice hot and heavy with need as he whispered against your mouth. “Yeah? You touched your pretty pussy thinking about me while I was away? Such a naughty little thing.” He quickly slipped your panties off and out of the way and bit his lip at how you purred and arched under his touch, your body practically melting from the touch it was desperately aching for.

You rolled your hips as his fingers swiped between your folds, spreading your mess around almost lovingly. Tom slipped a finger inside you and kissed down to your neck, making sure to leave a few bold marks just the way he liked. You felt him smirk against your skin before his tongue swiped against it, a second finger making its way into you. It didn’t take long for him to find and tease your spot with his fingertips––the feeling making you gasp and writhe under him, your hands desperately reaching to grab his hair in one and his arm in the other.

He pumped his digits in and out of you at a teasing pace until your skin felt hot and you could barely breathe, until he could see from the look in your eye and the way your lips parted, unable to let words pass through them, that you needed more. Soon enough, his fingers were quickly pounding into you, the sound of your wetness against his hand almost deafening in the quiet room.

He nuzzled against your cheek adoringly as if he wasn’t touching your most sensitive parts. His voice was as soft as his lips as they grazed against your skin. “Come on lovie, fall apart on my fingers. Wanna feel you make a mess in my palm.” He pressed his thumb against your bundle of nerves and your fingers dug further into him, your mouth dropping open as you finally reached your peak.

Your back arched slowly and you swore you could feel every muscle in your body from your head to your toes as the pleasure spread through your core, your stomach, and down your thighs. The world went silent for a few seconds until you came to again, the feeling of Tom’s lips against your cheek and his fingers soothingly rubbing between your legs bringing you back.

You blinked slowly a few times before turning to look at him, a lazy smile on your face. You slid a hand up to his jaw and closed the distance between you, thanking him through a passionate kiss. You tried to pull him on top of you and he obliged, sliding between your legs without pulling away from your lips. He pressed his hips down against yours and you gasped into the kiss from the feeling of the fabric against your sensitive core.

Tom sucked on your bottom lip and pulled away teasingly slowly to look in your eyes, one of his hands caressing your cheek, the other holding him up. “Are you sure you’re not too tired, love?”

You shook your head immediately, “Just want you. Need you.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Well my girl always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” You bit your lip and nodded up at him cheekily, prompting him to kiss you again, this time on the lips. He pulled his member out and lined up at your entrance, swallowing your moans as he slid into you. He bottomed out and ground his hips against yours, relishing in the gasp you let out. He took both of your hands and pinned them on either side of you head, his fingers interlocked with yours as he started to thrust into you, his eyes watching you fondly and lustfully.

You whined and looked up at him, “Missed you Tommy.”

“Yeah baby?” He moved closer and let his lips graze yours. “Well I missed this tight cunt too.” You moaned loudly, your head tilting back and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you, leaning down to thrust deeper and slower, letting you feel every inch of him inside of you, all of his warmth on top of you.

The two of you were holding on to each other, almost merging with how close you were––moaning and panting as you raced towards your highs. Your lips slotted together messily and desperately but still lovingly as you got closer and closer.

“Can feel you clenching baby. Shit––You gonna come on my cock?”

You wrapped your arms and legs around him tight and nodded, “Yes, please Tommy make me come––”

He slid his hand down to play with your clit the way you needed and groaned as his pace got sloppier, his thrusts deep and hard. “Fuck, come on darling, let go. Wanna feel you drip down my cock, that’s it––”

Your fingertips dug into his back and he buried his face into the crook of your neck as your back arched again, a sharp moan ripping from your throat as your body shuddered under his before he came undone soon after, biting your shoulder as he filled you up.

You stayed like that, holding each other for a while before Tom started to get up slowly, kissing every inch of skin he could until he reached your lips, making you smile giddily. Though he wanted to stay in your arms forever if he could, he knew it was only right that he get up to clean you up.

After gently dismissing your whines and pouts for him to stay in bed and kissing the back of your hand before promising to come back soon––it wasn’t long before he had tenderly cleaned you up with a soft washcloth and gotten back in bed with you.

He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you again, resuming the first position you’d been in when he’d first gotten home. You placed your head on his chest and looked up at him sleepily with a small smile which he returned.

He pressed his lips against your forehead and swiped his thumb across your cheek, lulling you to sleep yet again. “You are the love, the light of my life.”

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly. “And you’re my home.”

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princessofcurses · 3 years ago

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[2] Struggling Sweetly

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Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader & Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader Preface: Part 2. You’re devastated after your darling has cheated on you but an old friend has come to cheer you up. Unfortunately, it's never that easy. content warning: out of character, college AU, infidelity, alcohol, angst, sexy time, size kink, cigarette smoking, toxic relationships, blood, depression Word Count: 6.2k If you like it, please leave a like and/or reblog ♡

The next morning, you woke up with your cheek still squished to Satoru's chest and your leg draped over him. He was asleep and lightly snoring. You marveled at him: his soft and fair skin, his silky and messy hair, and oh god his toned body. The way you felt looking at him right now reminded you of the first time you met him and were captivated by him. It was your first year at Jujutsu High and Satoru was a third year. He was assigned to be your mentor and look out for you, the main reason being that the higher-ups had an eye on you, suspicious of your inexplicable strength. You were meeting in the courtyard and your impression as he walked towards you was that he was a giant; he's well over six feet! As you came to face each other, he had to look down to make eye contact with you which made you pout.

"Wow, Y/N! You're like a foot shorter than me."

The choppy laugh he let out annoyed you a bit and you stood there, staring at him in silence.

"Gojo Satoru. I'll be your mentor and guardian from now on!"

He reached out his hand for you to shake. You took his in yours and firmly gripped it, feeling his calluses and thinking this man works hard. His thumb lightly rubbed over the back of your hand and you quickly retracted yours, putting it back to your side, feeling a bit flustered.

"Gojo-san-"

"Call me Senpai."

You rolled your eyes, adding to your unamused expression while he snickered. You called him by the honorific with a bit of a hiss.

"Senpai, I don't need a guardian. I can take care of myself."

He shook his head and leaned forward to be at eye-level with you, putting his hands on your shoulders. A small vein on your forehead popped out from your irritation because of his patronizing behavior but then you caught a glimpse of his eyes above his pitch-black lenses. You had already known of the Six Eyes but they were even more beautiful and intense in person. They held the sparkling ocean, or maybe it's the sky, and thin clouds passed through them. You turned to ice, feeling mesmerized by him and his presence.

"I'm sure you can but it isn't just cursed spirits you need to be wary of. There are sorcerers that don't have good intentions for you too."

Noticing that you were in a bit of a daze, assumedly from his presence, he chuckled and put his arm around you and began walking.

"Well, don't worry. I'll be the best mentor and guardian. Ora. I'll show you around the campus."

That marked the beginning of a crush that lasted 4 1/2 years. It would've been 5 and maybe longer, but six months ago when you started your second year in college and Satoru started his fourth and last year, you met Sukuna who was in his last year as well.

Your reminiscing was cut short when Satoru began to stir, transitioning from dreaming to awakening. A groggy and throaty noise escaped from his mouth when he outstretched his arms and legs. Slowly opening his empyrean eyes, you perked up when his met yours. He smiled and spoke with a deep and sleepy voice that you found erotic.

"Hm? Have you been waiting for me to wake up?"

"No, no. I woke up not too long ago."

You stammered, not wanting him to know you spent the last several minutes ogling him in his sleep. You both sat up and Satoru began looking for his phone.

"What time is it?"

You unlocked your phone and held it up to his face so he could see the time.

"SHIT! 9 AM!? I was supposed to be in Osaka at 8 for a mission. Yaga's going to kill me."

Satoru hopped out of bed and frantically looked for his clothes, tearing the sheets up and looking under the bed. He found them and hurriedly put them on. You spotted his phone on the floor and picked it up to hand it to him.

"What's the mission?"

"Exorcising curses responsible for the many incomplete domains and missing people in the area."

"Sounds like fun! Can I come?"

"Sorry, sweets. I have to go alone since it's a field assignment for class. I'll be back in a few days. Wait for me?"

He gave you a peck on the cheek and patted the top of your head. You looked puzzled, pondering what he meant by 'wait for me' but before you got the chance to ask or even say goodbye, he had warped away.

Does he want me to wait in my room until he gets back? No, that can't be it. Ugh. I don't get it.

You went back under the covers and stared at the ceiling, sighing as you began to feel lonely. You opened up your contacts list on your phone and scrolled through the names, wondering who you should hit up to hang out with. You winced as you slowly passed by Sukuna's name; you pressed on his contact and was about to hit BLOCK but then an incoming call with his name on it took over your screen. The screen became blurry and your heart began to beat against your chest. Not knowing what to do, you waited there until the call went to voicemail but a few seconds after the ringing had stopped, he was calling again.

Don't answer it. There's nothing important he has to say to you.

Your hand holding your phone was shaking and you gave yourself a pep talk to be strong but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to talk to him. If you answered, you hoped he would grovel at your feet and beg you for your forgiveness. But then what would you do? What would you want to happen afterward? You rid your head of the hypothetical situation and blocked his number after his second call went to voicemail. He had left one this time.

"Y/N, I know you don't want to talk to me or see me but I'm begging you, please give me a chance to explain. If you're truly done with me, can't we at least talk so I can get closure? Call me back. I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him say he loves you. He had only said it a handful of times when you were still together. You tossed your phone to the other side of the room and brought the covers over your face.

“You love me, but you cheated on me? Why do you need closure, you idiot?”

You huffed in annoyance but then tears were escaping from the corners of your eyes. You grabbed the pillow Satoru used and buried your face in it, holding it to your chest tightly. His lingering scent made you feel a little better but you still sobbed into the pillow until you fell asleep.

The next week, after doing nothing except sleeping and sulking, you decided to go out to the club tonight for a few drinks and music so loud you wouldn't be able to hear your thoughts. You didn't have club attire so you pulled up in black cargo pants, a black tube top, and black platform boots and luckily, it barely made the dress code and the bouncer let you in. As soon as you stepped inside, you felt the stale air from all of the people crowded together. You squished in between some and pushed your way through others to get to the bar. Once you finally made it, you took a seat and ordered a strawberry margarita. Every so often, someone took a seat beside you to try and talk to you but you rebuffed each one with just a wave of your hand without even giving them a glance.

Three margaritas later and you were feeling tipsy, thinking now is a good time for a cigarette. Stepping out of the stuffy club into fresh air, you pulled out a fresh pack and checked your purse and all of your pockets for a lighter, sighing when you didn't have one. You timidly began to ask the people around you but were out of luck because they either didn't have one or they wanted something in return for it. Unsuccessful in your pursuit, you took a seat at one of the tables with your unlit cigarette between your lips. You sighed, your elbow on the table and your hand supporting your head up, using your other one to scroll through your phone.

"Do you need a light?"

You stiffened knowing whose voice it was and you slowly turned your head up to see Sukuna standing before you, a smile with a hint of mal intent on his face. Shaken up and unsure of what to say, he used the pause to take a seat in front of you and he pulled out a lighter. You leaned in and your eyes locked onto each other’s as he lit your cigarette. Seeing your doe eyes ignited something in him and you saw a mischievous glint in his. Feeling uneasy, you closed your eyes and took a deep drag.

So unlucky.

"You're the last person I thought I'd see at the club. And alone too?"

"I was bored and needed to get out of my apartment. That's all."

"You look beautiful tonight."

Caught off guard by his compliment, you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling, reminding yourself why you two aren't together anymore in the first place. His hand moved towards your face and you flinched a bit, but he gently brushed some strands of your hair behind your ear. You looked down feeling disconcerted, his slight touch sending a chill through you. You inhaled deeply, taking another drag and beginning to feel lightheaded from the alcohol you drank earlier even more.

"Thanks."

That was all you were able to mutter out. You felt awkward and didn't want to say anything at all. The feeling was intensified when Sukuna put his knee between your legs, rubbing it against your thigh. He loved teasing you in public places. He held his hand out over the table for you to grab. You apprehensively took it and he brought your hand close to his face and kissed the back of it. He then set your hand on the table, putting his over yours. You stared at him as blush formed across your cheeks, overwhelmed by his presence. He smirked at your docility.

"You haven't been answering my calls or texts. Did you block me?"

You quietly answered.

"I did."

He shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"That's mean, princess. You don't know how much I've missed you."

He moved his knee farther in between your legs so it was lightly brushing against your cunt. He hummed in amusement when he felt your warmth, the desire in his eyes tempting you. You focused on keeping your cool but you were slowly losing your inhibitions. You hadn't seen him in a couple of weeks and for a little while, you forgot what he looked like. But even in the dim light, you could see his features perfectly: his pink hair and undercut that you loved ruffling, his tattoos that you would trace over with your fingertips, his build under your small hands, and his aura that hypnotizes you. He cheated on you but that doesn't mean a hook-up was out of the question, right? You took a drag and puffed the smoke out, deciding to shift away from him and your rash ideas. You were brought back from your thoughts when a woman approached you two.

"Hi, baby!"

You tensed up hearing the woman speaking sweetly to Sukuna. She wore a white off-the-shoulder dress and looked elegant, contrasting the full-on black streetwear you had on. Feeling a tad jealous, you wondered if she was more his type than you were. They exchanged a kiss and you turned your head discreetly and cringed. You had a look of disappointment on your face that changed to a more friendly expression when she greeted you. Sukuna introduced you to each other but your cloudy thoughts didn’t let you catch her name. You tried your best to wear a polite smile though you really wanted to scream in anger or cry in dejection.

"You go ahead inside. I'll be there in a little bit."

He gave her a kiss on the cheek and then she scurried away, waving goodbye to the both of you. Sukuna then slowly turned to face you and you squinted at him with disgust. Before he got the chance to speak, you stood up to leave.

"I have to go."

"Wait, Y/N. She's no one."

Your thoughts were in a flurry, wondering how he could even say that after they had just kissed in front of you. Feeling disrespected, you scoffed at his absurd statement.

"Looks like I'm interrupting something. You don't have to lie to me anymore. We're done, remember?"

"You're the love of my life, Y/N. I'm only hanging out with her because I'm lonely and I don't have you around."

Tired of his nonsense, you took one last, long drag, finishing the cigarette and blowing the smoke in his face. You dropped the stoge to the floor, extinguishing the flame by rubbing it into the ground with your foot. Your face was hot with fury and intensity lined your voice.

"You missed me so you started seeing someone else? Do you hear how ridiculous you sound? I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. I don't want anything to do with you. Okay? You cheated on me. You hurt me. You replaced me. We're finished."

You made a sound of disgust and turned your back to him, beginning to walk away. But he stood up after you and roughly caught your wrist, pulling you to his Herculean chest. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating and the warmth he radiated made you want to close the distance between you two but you reminded yourself he was already here with someone. Regardless of what he feels, his actions say something entirely different. You wanted to push him away but he spoke with a harsh tone that stopped you in your tracks.

"No, princess. Don't you know how much that hurts me?"

Sukuna looked down on you, scrutinizing you. He didn't want to get aggressive but he had lost his patience and he hated not getting his way. His dark stare brought a bit of fear to your eyes but you were enticed as well. The energy around him exuded sinful intentions and though your fight or flight response triggered, it exhilarated you more than anything. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, his voice deep and breathy.

"It's cute how defiant you're being but I think what you really want is to be taken for it in the back of my car right now."

His crass words were provoking you into submission. He leaned back and took hold of your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head towards him and wearing a malevolent grin for you. His demeanor made you feel small and he knew it aroused you. He lightly pressed his lips against yours and hummed in contentment as you didn’t resist.

"I missed my little girl."

Stunned by the dominating air around him, you didn't kiss him back but you mindlessly followed him as he led you out of the patio area and to his car, his grip on your wrist still rough.

"Let's make up for lost time."

As you neared the vehicle, your thoughts began to flood. You knew this was a bad idea; your soul willed to reject him but your flesh was weak. You hadn't stopped missing Sukuna since you broke up and you wanted him so badly in this moment. You tried to justify it by telling yourself this was the last time for old time's sake and then you would really be finished with him. Your contemplation then transitioned to a vision of his date and you began to feel guilty, wondering how she would feel if she knew how low Sukuna could get. You almost brushed the thought off thinking Sukuna was yours in the first place but once he was about to open the door for you, Satoru's voice echoed in your head.

"Wait for me?"

Awakening from your stupor, you gasped and snatched your wrist back from Sukuna, Satoru's words finally making sense. You were dismayed at yourself as you almost traded your dignity for a little fling. You exhaled deeply and covered your face, tears collecting in your eyes. Ignoring the heartache in your chest, you steeled your resolve.

"I can't do this. If you really love me, you'd want what's best for me. And you're just not that. Not anymore."

His domineering presence disappeared and a bit of desperation was laced in his voice as he realized that you were no longer under his spell.

"Princess, please. I’ll do anything to atone."

"Save it for your next love."

You said it sharply but your chest ached as if you had just stabbed yourself with your own words. Tears ran down your face as you gave him a parting hug, cherishing for a few seconds the comfort you felt in his arms. You fit perfectly with him, his embrace on you snug yet tight and his chin resting on the top of your head. Not able to handle another second with him without sobbing, you teleported away. Sukuna stood there speechless, your warmth had left him and the rejection defeated him.

Once Satoru came back from his mission, he took you out to eat. He sat across from you at the maid cafe he suggested you both go to, though he insisted it wasn't because of the outfits, rather it was because of their delicious desserts. He ordered a crepe filled with strawberries and bananas, topped with chocolate sauce and powdered sugar, and strawberry and vanilla ice cream on the side. Your eyes grew in size at the sickly sugary and loaded confection and your sweet tooth ached for it.

"Why couldn't you have gotten me my own crepe?"

"I got the biggest size so we could share! You wouldn't have been able to finish one on your own anyway, sweets."

You shrugged and quieted your protests. Eating a spoonful of the sweet course, you closed your eyes and hummed in delight. Satoru smiled warmly watching you eat and then followed suit.

"How was the mission?"

“A cakewalk. I thought it’d be a little challenging because of the volume of incomplete domains but a first-grade sorcerer would’ve been sufficient. What’d you do while I was gone?”

You were in awe at his coolness and confidence he effortlessly exuded. But at his question, you let out a long exhale and rested your chin on your knuckles.

“I went to a club and saw Sukuna with a girl. She called him baby and they kissed right in front of me."

"Ouch."

He made a straight face and pursed his lips. You were apprehensive to tell him what happened next, but you weren’t one to lie or keep things from others. You sighed again, anxiously moving fruit around the plate with your fork.

"Worst of all, he tried to seduce me and it almost worked."

He leaned forward in interest, raising his eyebrow and looking at you intently. You nervously met his gaze, unsure of what he thought about the situation.

"Almost?"

"My mind was all over the place debating whether I should or not but I decided not to because I remembered you telling me to wait for you."

He chuckled haughtily and patted you on the head endearingly. You winced at his reaction, his unpredictability confusing you as usual.

"I said wait for me? I meant that I'd be back soon. I'm flattered you thought I didn't want you having sex with anyone else. Though that isn't my decision to make, is it?"

Your palm met your forehead, feeling a little foolish at your misinterpretation of his words. Though you couldn’t be sure that that was what he really meant. Regardless, you didn't want to seem desperate for him.

"Well, whatever. Hooking up with him would've been a mistake."

He nodded, taking a spoonful of crepe, fruit, and ice cream and holding it up to your mouth to feed you. You gladly accepted it, looking up at him and making eye contact as your lips slipped off of the spoon. He returned your lusty stare, telling you that he knew what was on your mind.

"Is this… a date?"

You innocently asked him, not wanting to get the wrong idea of his company.

"Yeah, it is."

You were surprised at the seriousness of his tone. Usually, he teased you by skirting around these kinds of questions.

"And I want to ask you out on another date tonight. Suguru is throwing a party! Everyone will be there. Let's go together."

"That sounds like a lot of fun, but you should go without me. I'm assuming 'everyone' includes Sukuna too."

A look of disapproval was shown on your face at his proposition and he pouted, voicing his objection.

"He might be there but what does it matter? Are you scared of him?"

You sighed in exasperation, knowing this was a bad idea. But you had already stood up to him twice now. Surely you could do it again if a confrontation happened. Though you would prefer not to put yourself in a situation like that at all, you didn’t want his mere presence to influence your actions. You pushed the plate of dessert towards Satoru to signal you were full and done eating. He happily ate the rest. You conceded to him.

"Fine."

"Yay! I'll pick you up at 9 then."

Later that night, Satoru arrived at your apartment an hour behind schedule. You were laying on your bed, hanging off the edge of it upside down when he walked in. He was wearing a fitted white dress shirt that you could easily see his muscular figure in and he had the first couple of buttons undone. Your eyes widened at his attractive appearance and you felt completely underdressed in your colorful shirt, baggy corduroy pants, and platform converse.

"Oh. It's that kind of party?"

His eyes lowered at your outfit and he frowned.

"I had a feeling you didn't have the right clothes for the occasion so I bought you something."

He handed you a black mini dress with spaghetti straps for you to wear. You took it and examined it, trying to decide if you liked it or not.

"You didn’t need to do that. It's not really something I'd buy for myself."

"At least try it on. Please? You can wear your platform boots with them."

You compromised and asked him to look away while you changed but he pretended not to hear you.

"Oh and Y/N? Don't wear a bra."

Your eyebrows scrunched and you pouted at him but you undressed down to your panties anyway. Satoru was obviously checking you out and you saw him lick his lips from the corner of your eye. He scanned you up and down, taking a bit more time viewing your breasts and ass that your panties couldn’t fully cover. You slipped on the dress and it fit a little too well, accentuating your curves and falling right at mid-thigh. After putting your platforms on, you looked at yourself in the mirror, content that you had at least one piece of clothing you were comfortable in.

Satoru came up behind you and hugged you, admiring your figure in the garment he had purchased just for you. His hands trailed the curve of your waist to your hips slowly while he pressed his lips against your ear, lightly licking your earlobe.

"You look delicious, sweets."

Taking one last look at yourself in the dress, and in his arms, you closed your eyes in satisfaction, your heart fluttering. He then grabbed your hand and led you out of the apartment to his car. After putting the key in the ignition, he drove fast, speeding recklessly towards Suguru’s residence. His driving unsettled you, but you were comforted when his hand moved to your thigh, giving it a squeeze. The drive was short and once you got there, you were on edge knowing Sukuna would see you tonight and would undoubtedly approach you. Your thoughts were interrupted when Satoru opened the car door for you and put his hand out for you to grab.

"You're welcome for the dress, by the way."

You turned your head and made a ‘hmph’ sound but then you batted your eyelashes at him and blushed, taking his hand and following his lead. Once you were inside and in view of your friends, you and Satoru unclasped hands, in silent agreement that you didn't want them to think anything was going on between you two yet.

"Fashionably late as usual. And Y/N! We haven't seen you in forever."

Suguru said as he lightly shoved Satoru. Suguru then embraced you tightly, picking you up and twirling you around. You yelped and Shoko came to your rescue, picking you out of his arms and giving you a tight hug as well. They both became straight-faced and asked how you were doing after the breakup. You chuckled nervously, putting your hand behind your head.

"I'm doing fine. Is Sukuna here already?"

"I haven't seen him yet. But wow! I've never seen you in a dress before. You look great."

Shoko nodded in agreement but then snickered after she surveyed you in the dress.

"Is it cold in here?"

Pointing to your nipples that were poking through your garment. Satoru and Suguru’s eyes fell to your chest and they both grinned. You instantly reddened and put your head down, calling them out.

"Stop looking!"

The three of them laughed endearingly while you crossed your arms over your chest to cover it. Shoko pulled you to the side while Suguru and Satoru began conversing with each other about their last missions.

"Seriously, Y/N. Are you okay? I heard Sukuna cheated on you and he's been seeing someone else already."

You sighed, a bit upset that your business was probably known by everyone by now.

"I saw them together at the club last week. It was terrible. Sukuna came with her but we almost hooked up in the back of his car while she was at the bar."

Shoko grimaced at the awkward situation. She put her arm around you to comfort you and you leaned into her.

"I just wanted to warn you that he'll probably show up with her tonight. And what about Satoru? You two are hanging out again?"

"Yeah, I'm slowly trying to reconnect with everyone I disappeared on when I started dating Sukuna."

She smiled knowing she'd be seeing you more often. Satoru and Suguru argued about who knows what but they resolved it quickly and rejoined your conversation.

"Well, you two should go grab a drink! Let's catch up later."

Suguru nudged you both in the direction of the alcohol. They had almost every kind but the only hard liquor you could keep down was tequila. Satoru knew that and had already poured you a shot.

"I'm only having a couple of drinks since I'm driving. I'll take care of you though."

"I can handle my alcohol, thank you very much."

You both said cheers and clinked shot cups. Downing the bitter drink, you made a face of disgust, wanting to cough it up. He then skillfully made two margaritas for both of you to sip on. You chugged it instead and Satoru furrowed his eyebrows at you, thinking he would definitely need to look out for you tonight despite your earlier protest.

"Do you wanna dance?"

You nodded and he led you into the dark room only dimly lit by red LED lights on the ceiling though you could see his intense eyes holding the heavens clearly. The faint light made the atmosphere erotic. He pulled you closer to him, his hand on the small of your back, and you awkwardly did a two-step dance. The unsynchronized movement didn’t fit with the music so he turned you around so your ass was on his crotch. He had to bend his knees a considerable amount because of your height difference. Regardless, he held you close and led your hips to grind on him. The slow swaying and the tequila setting in made you rid yourself of whatever awkwardness that was left.

"This dress looks a little too good on you."

He whispered in your ear as he began to get more frisky, one of his hands cupping your breast while the other crossed over your torso and rested on your hip. He held you close to him tightly, leaving no room between you two and wanting to get even closer. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, lightly kissing down it. You shivered a bit under his touch, sighing in gratification. Your hand found the nape of his neck and you held onto it, giving in to your lust as you felt his erection forming.

"Let's go somewhere else."

Grabbing your wrist, he eagerly led you out into the hallway where he pushed you against the wall, caging you between his arms. He kissed you feverishly, his lips smacking against yours and his tongue finding its way into your mouth where he brushed along your wet muscle. He lightly bit your bottom lip and you let out a soft moan, your body feeling loose and ready for more. Your hand trailed down his torso and over his groin, where you lightly grabbed his hard cock. He was a bit startled but then he smiled, kissing into you even more roughly, his hands cupping your face. You pulled away from his lips to lean over and whisper in his ear.

"Can we get out of here? I want you."

Your doe eyes and sweet voice feigning innocence made him drag you out of the house with a quickness.

As soon as you got outside, he gave you another impassioned kiss and grabbed your ass with both of his hands. You two were about to head over to Satoru's car when you heard a thunderous voice.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Satoru?"

Sukuna stomped his way over to you two and placed his hand on Satoru's shoulder. Satoru made a sound of disgust and brushed his hand off, turning to face him. He leaned over to look at the woman standing beside Sukuna and he scoffed.

"Aren't you going to introduce us to your new girlfriend, Sukuna?"

Satoru spoke his name with a hiss and had the smuggest smile on his face seeing Sukuna seething with anger.

"She's not my girlfriend and what the fuck are you doing with Y/N? You're always getting your hands on my sloppy seconds."

You and Sukuna's date both winced at different parts of his harsh comments. This was probably the worst-case scenario.

"Don't be so full of yourself. Not a fan of your type, besides Y/N of course. And how could you cheat on the sweet girl? Let me guess, is it because you couldn't have the fucked up sex you want with her?"

The girl’s eyes widened, realizing Sukuna had cheated on you with her. You cringed at Satoru’s unintentional insult towards her, seeing how hurt and confused she was already. Your eyebrow raised at Satoru's comment and you inserted yourself into the conversation.

"What are you talking about, Satoru?"

Sukuna crossed his arms and shook his head. Satoru chuckled arrogantly and looked at you with darkened eyes.

"Why don't you tell her why you cheated, Suku?"

He mockingly called Sukuna by the nickname you had given to him. Sukuna sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead with his index finger and thumb in frustration. He didn’t want you to find out like this but he was caught and couldn’t lie anymore.

"I have some kinks I didn't think you'd be into. I got drunk and couldn't control myself when I met someone with similar quirks."

Sukuna spoke as if his date wasn't even there. She glanced at you with embarrassment and dipped her head down so none of us could see her face. You huffed in disbelief and you shot him a dirty look, glaring at him.

"That's why you cheated on me? You didn't trust me enough to tell me what you desired? You didn't even give me a chance to decide whether I did or not?"

"Y/N, what are you even doing with Satoru? Was looking like a pathetic puppy following him around for years not enough indication of how he feels about you? How hopeless everyone thought you were until you started dating me?"

He deflected your questions and you balled your fists in anger, feeling like you were close to your boiling point and about to explode.

"Pathetic, huh?"

"Yes, pathetic. Running back to Satoru as soon as we're over? You don't think it's odd he went after you as soon as he found out we broke up?"

You slapped Sukuna straight across his face, his head turning and your eyes glowing red at him with rage. Your cursed energy changed the air around you hostilely and the three of them shuddered feeling it. Sukuna placed his hand over his cheek where you had hit him and he scowled. His date trembled at your actions and she tugged on his sleeve to ask if he was okay, to which he shrugged her off insensitively.

"I don't give a damn what you think of what I'm doing, Sukuna. You cheated on me for an asinine reason and then you berate me for actions that have nothing to do with you. I never want to see you again."

You spoke jeeringly. Satoru tried to grab your hand to comfort you but you plucked it away from him. He began to plead with you. Sukuna smiled slightly seeing that he successfully pitted you against Satoru.

"Y/N, I told you I'd make everything right. And I will, slowly and steadily."

You rolled your eyes and shook your head in resentment. You were done with all of this and everyone, ready to leave it all behind.

"The both of you can go fuck yourselves."

Satoru looked at you with pained eyes while Sukuna couldn't even face you. You turned to Sukuna's date and sighed, putting your hand on her shoulder in an act of comfort. You were both completely humiliated and she was on the verge of tears. You had a similar feeling but anger was the more prominent emotion.

"I'm sorry about all of this. You really don't deserve it."

She was mortified and began to cry, unable to speak. You turned your back to the three of them and began walking away.

"Don't follow me. I mean it. You two disgust me. I don't know who or what you think I am but I'm not a fucking toy."

"Y/N, please…"

Satoru's voice trailed as the distance increased between you two. You released your balled fists and one of your palms was red and stinging from the vicious slap you gave Sukuna. You then put your hands over your face, groaning loudly.

"What the fuck was all that?"

The walk home was miserable. You trudged back to your apartment, walking uncomfortably as the cold bit at your skin harshly and the dress hiked up your thighs. You constantly pulled the piece of clothing down to an almost modest length for the entire thirty-minute walk. The scene between you four replayed in your mind relentlessly. You wished you could just forget the past six months.

As soon as you stepped into your apartment, you fell down to your knees in front of the mirror. You examined yourself, thinking that you didn't like who you were or anyone very much at this moment. You banged on the mirror with the side of your fist, shattering the glass and distorting your reflection. Your hand began bleeding, shards of glass still embedded in it. And then, you began to sob hard, trying to catch your breath. Your chest felt heavy and your heart ached beneath it. Your phone hadn't stopped ringing since you left, mostly from calls and texts from Satoru, a few from Suguru and Shoko, and a couple from an unknown number which you assumed was Sukuna. You doubted yourself and the people closest to you.

"Am I not deserving of the love I give to others? Am I really just a pitiful person?"

You laid face down on the floor in despair. Exhaling deeply, you were unbearably exhausted and the confidence in yourself had completely dissipated. The depression began to settle in and you fell asleep in absolute defeat.

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cvtqr · 4 years ago

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hm, boring

parings; jean kirstein x reader x marco

content warning; relationship with sharing, hair pulling, face fucking, degradation, spanking, squirting, horse cock marco, + someone additional listening in

“jeannn~ ‘m tired. come cuddle with me pleaseee~”

“EREN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WE’RE ON THE SAME SQUAD!?”

there he goes, ignoring you. nothing new though. every single night jean would be on his god damn game with his friends. night time was the only time you two could spend together because of your jobs getting in the way. he doesn't even like eren yet he choose playing with him over paying attention to you? tch, what a joke.

that's when the idea popped in your head. you reached over to the nightstand, grabbed your phone, and opened your messages.

hey bodt! come over and hang with me n jean, haven't seen you in awhile :)

y/nnn!!! i was actually just doin some work at the cafe by your apartment! guess i’ve been overworking myself that i haven't had the time to come hangout with my best friends :(( but since it’s friday i guess ill drop by ≧◡≦

yeah it’s not good to overwork yourself! we’ve missed you, see you soon !

yup ;)

:)***** sorry y/n clicked the wrong button (・_・ヾ

its fine haha, see ya bodt!

you giggled to yourself. yeah, he was your and your boyfriends best friend, but he really was adorable. such a gentleman.

well that's when he isn't drilling into your tight little cunt while jean jacks off to the sight...

“who were you texting now that you’re all giggly?”

“just inviting someone over!”

“who.”

that came out not so much like a question

“marco! we haven't seen him in awhile.” you said while walking up behind jean in his chair.

he spun around in his chair and looked up at you, patting his lap. of course you weren't going to refusing sitting in his arms, so you snuggled into his lap.

“simp. hi y/n” you faintly heard from jean’s headset

“SHUT UP YEAGER YOU CANT EVEN GET A GIRLFRIEND”

you took his headset, since they were just in the lobby of a game, and put it over your head.

“hiiii eren.”

“give me that you little shit.”

you lightly slapped him on his cheek and got up to sit back on your bed, hearing him chuckle.

little did you know you were going to regret thet later

it wasn't long before you heard marco knock on the front door.

you ran out of the bedroom and unlocked the door for him, greeting him with a warm hug.

“ok so i kind of lied. i just wanted you to come over. but that's only because jeans ignoring me!”

before giving him a chance to respond you took his arm and dragged him to the bedroom.

“hey hey jean!”

“hey bodt - EREN STOP IT YOU FUCKING BASTARD.”

you rolled your eyes and plopped down onto your bed, marco following behind you. you knew that jean has an agreement to share you from time to time, so you cuddled up into his strong arms, resting your head on his broad chest.

he smiled and squeezed you tight. but when jean saw you two from the reflection, he was mad. he knew that he shouldn't have a reason to be mad though, he was the one rejecting giving you the much needed attention. he didn't know if it was because marco was the reason you were smiling right now, or the fact that his hand was roaming a little too far up your thigh.

but what jean didn't know was that marcos been... well, sexually frustrated. like he said before, he been burying himself way too deep into work. being a CEO was a lot of work, even for someone as bright as marco. he used to go at it a little too frequently, but now he never even has the chance to jack off.

so what was his real reason for coming here.

“eren are you there? eren? erennn”

not bothering to shut anything off he put his head set down on his desk and walked over to you and marco.

“you guys hungry?”

you slowly opened your eyes, looking over to jean.

you and marco both nodded your heads.

15 minutes later the three of you were gathered in the living room, you and jean sitting on either side of marco.

everyone was laughing while jean teased you as always. but when you went to go playfully smack his head? the cup of ice cold water in your hand tipped over and spilt all over marco’s jeans.

“ ‘m so sorry hold on!!”

you ran up and into the kitchen grabbing a hand towel. you came back to the couch, sitting back in your spot, taking the towel, dabbing it all over the stain on marco’s pants. you didn't know why he was blushing to an extent though.

“its, its fine y/n! its just water it’ll dry”

you removed the towel to reveal a huge bulge in his pants. so that's why he was so embarrassed.

“im sorry, im sorry! ive just been really frustrated lately and-”

“just help him, y/n.”

marco let out a relived sigh when you got onto your knees in front of him. you slowly brought your hand up to his zipper and pulled it down. he then helped you pull of his pants and boxers just for his erection to spring up and hit into his stomach.

he never failed to impress you, he was defiantly bigger than jean. long and girthy with a few veins running down the shaft, pre-cum dribbling out of the tip.

without saying a word, you took his cock into your hands slowly stroking him, using his pre-cum as lube.

“p-please y/n. i want it in your mouth.”

knowing how mean and dominate he can get while riled up, you obeyed, enjoying the shy side of him.

you swirled your tongue around his tip before bobbling your head down, taking as much as you can. marco’s hands found his way into your hair while throwing his head back. it was taking everything to not just buck his hips up and shove his cock down your pretty little throat.

“so you’re just gonna let her run that slutty mouth up and down n not just fuck her throat? hm, boring.”

at the moment you wish jean would've just bit his tongue while marco let out a deep, long chuckle.

he then tightened his grip around your hair and forced you down further onto him before thrusting up into your throat. he was way too big for you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat earning a gag from you.

“what's wrong can't take it? i really thought you were a slut... getting onto your knees for your boyfriends best friend and letting him fuck that tiny throat of yours.”

his degrading words were enough for you to slip your hands down your shorts, slowing adding friction to your clit.

jean, now fully erect got up from his spot on the couch and squatted down next to you, pulling your hand away and out of your pants, a tight grip around your wrist.

“i don't think anyone told you to touch yourself, now did they?”

without warning, marco came in your mouth, his warm cum spilling down your throat. he then pulled you off his cock, a string of saliva mixed with cum still connecting you to him. marco looked down to jean and nodded.

jean stood up, bringing you up with him and walked over to the bedroom, marco following close behind and closing the door once you all got inside.

jean pushed you down onto the bed. the two men were now hovering over you, looking down onto you. you definitely lost any sort of control over this situation.

“hmm, i think you deserve a punishment baby. i mean for slapping me before.”

“that wasn't my fault tho-”

“shut up. no one said you could talk.” he spat out

jean then sat on the bed next to you. you knew exactly what he wanted. you crawled over and laid face first across his lap, ass perking up, while marco took a seat on jean’s gaming chair facing the both of you.

“you’ll only get ten today. i hear anything fall from that mouth besides you counting, i’m leaving to go spend the night at marcos”

you shook your head yes while a harsh slap landed right across your ass.

“o-one” you said while sniffling

marco on the other hand was started to palm himself through his boxers at the sight in front of him.

“te- ten!” you basically cried out at this point. you usually get more, but jean was harsh tonight.

meanwhile, no one in the room realized the discord chat going off on jean’s computer

surprised your still on... mikasa ratted me out about something so my mom called and chewed my ear out longer than expected.

helloooo?

jean?

“my sweet girl, you were so good for me. as a reward i’ll let you have marco’s cock. you’ll let him fuck you, right baby?”

eagerly you nodded while jean switched places with marco, now sitting on the chair.

“as always im going to prep you first, i wouldn't want to hurt you. that alright?”

without having to say anything you pulled your shorts down and disregarded them onto the floor.

marco then pushed you down onto your back while slipping down your panties. you looked up into his eyes while he shoved to fingers knuckles deep into your cunt, earning a sweet soft moan from your lips.

a few minutes after using his fingers to stretch you out, you left your climax building with a familiar feeling in your stomach.

“m-marco i’m gonna~”

about to cream all over his fingers, he pulled them out and flipped you onto your stomach.

“didn’t think i’d let you off the hook that easy hm?”

“marco pleaseee, i need too, please!!” you were basically sobbing over the fact that you wanted to get fucked

“no need to be a little cry baby y/n. he’ll let you cum when he wants to.” said jean from across the room, fucking his fist

“no, no its not that... it’s just that nothing feels better than your sweet cum running down my shaft.” right when he finished his sentace he shoved his cock right into your tight cunt, completely bottoming out and thrusting into you without giving you time to adjust.

“ ‘s too big marco please!”

“sorry, couldn’t help it baby.” the sight was so lewd. marco pounding into you from behind and shoving your head down into the mattress. jean behind you two fucking his first harder than ever. the room filled with wet slapping sounds and your loud moans, along with grunting from the two boys.

“ ah~ baby you’re squeezing me so, so well.” said marco while reaching his hand down, finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles around it.

“mm need to-”

marco sent a harsh slap onto your clit, sending your whole body jerking foward, squirting all over his cock.

marco let out another chuckle at your reaction. “wow, first time anyone’s ever squirted on my cock.”

he pulled out soon after and released all over your ass, crashing down on top of you, out of breath. jean was about to come over and help the both of you clean up until everyone heard a sort of high pitched moan. you and marco knew that didn’t sound like jean and both flipped over.

you all soon realized the headset on jeans desk, the green light indicating it was still on and running. you all then caught on to what was happening on the other side.

“wow jean... didn’t know little y/n was such a slut.”

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adelior · 3 years ago

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Name: Unconditionally

Author: R. Adelio

Genre: Romance, Minecraft, Comedy, Fluff

Main Lead: Technoblade, Dreamwastaken, DreamXD

Female Lead: Reader

Chapter: 2

Special Addition: Tchnomaid

Letters: 7,463

Tags: Kissing, Deep Kisses, Fluff

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You felt Niki wrap her arms around you, including Tommy and Tubbo. Fundy stood by the entrance with Eret leaning against the wall. "We thought you'd never come back" Niki admitted, tears pouring out of her eyes. "What do you mean? Did something happen?" Tommy pushed himself away from the embrace and looked at Wil, giving him a slight nod.

"Dream has taken away our traveling rights to the Nether. We only found out not too long ago, and when Niki told me you went to get spider eyes from the piglin market I was scared you were going to get trapped in there forever."

"And this is all because I trespassed their fucking territory?!" You questioned, clenching your fists. "Well," Fundy started, stroking his fingers through his hair. "Dream has always been seen as someone strict and demanding. I'm not surprised he's doing this. If we want to gain his trust back we need to go contact... him." He elaborated, making sure to exaggerate the last word.

"Him?" You, Tommy, and Tubbo asked in unison, confused on what Fundy meant. "Men who are on neither side, with odd genetics." Wilbur pinched the bridge of his nose, seeming disappointed that they'd have to go that far as to contact these 'Men'

"Oh!" Tommy perked up, instantly standing. "You mean Techno and Phil?! I haven't fucking seen them in ages! I wonder how they're doing" Eret cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "This might just be a rumor but I heard that they are no longer staying in the inn. They moved to a cold tundra where barely anyone inhabits"

"Tundra... We'll have to look more into it." Wilbur shrugged his jacket off, gently wrapping it around you. You looked into his eyes, you could see a mix of emotions, but you weren't too sure on what they were. "Everyone, except for [Name], get ready. We're going to be visiting an old friend."

"Wait a second, why can't I come-" You stood up, only to be stopped by Wilbur himself. "[Name], you still need to finish brewing the potions. Besides you don't know the vicinity well better than we do, you've only been here for a year and a hal-"

"But I don't want to feel useless Wil, please let me come with you I'll do anythi-" The brunette lifted his hand, causing you to stop in place as the rest of the group walked out of the nether portal room. Tubbo looked back, giving you a compassionate smile before following everybody else. "It's best if you stay here. That's an order as your Leader."

"Wh.." You stood there, completely in shock. Never have you experienced Wilbur giving you orders that you were against, especially because it made the both of you seem distant. "I'm sorry." Was all he said before walking away.

The rest of the day was spent alone in your office, lazily brewing the potions that you were ordered to finish. You understood why he made that decision, you knew better than to question his motives. But even so, leaving you alone in this empty house was suffocating.

You darted your gaze over to his leather jacket, the one he gently placed on your shoulders. It was enough to make your heart skip a beat. 'No, I shouldn't' Shaking your head, you put the ingredients away and placed the finished potion bottles into the chest.

Deciding that you should spend the rest of your day exploring the facility, you shrugged your sweater on and turned to follow a path that led to a cave once you left the building. Something that has been catching your attention ever since you arrived. You've never really explored this route, nor did you question anybody about it.

"Do not enter.." You mumbled as you softly swiped your hand over the carvings of the wooden sign. "Shit, then this is probably dangerous." Stepping back, you were about to turn around but you hear a faint voice coming from deep inside the cave, urging you to go further in.

"Come here, human." The voice singsonged, it was comforting yet deep, a voice that sounded similar to the one that Clay had. You looked back as a soft breeze escaped the entrance of the cavern. Usually, when facing obscure and suspicious areas such as this one, you tend to stir away, not wanting to cause any trouble.

But this is different, the voice is so soothing to the point your legs moved on their own. Panic surged through your veins, unable to stop yourself from going deeper into the cave. It was dark, you couldn't see anything but a singular light at the end of the tunnel.

"Good girl.." The masculine voice praised, your cheeks warmed, eyes tightly shut. You refused to see what was beyond you, feeling the presence of something much more superior than yourself. "What is the matter? Are you afraid of me?" It questioned, causing you to vigorously shake your head.

The being chuckled, crouching to your level until his face was close to yours. "I've never seen a beautiful human such as yourself before." He brushed a singular finger over your closed eyelids, only tempting you to open them. "What the hell are you..-" You asked, gulping as you feel its hand travel towards your neck.

You couldn't move, you were unable to lift a single hand. And even if you did you don't think you'd have the courage to hit whatever was in front of you. "It is futile for you to know who I am, human."

The both of you stayed in silence for a few seconds, until you feel the warmth of someone pressing their lips against yours. You quickly opened your eyes, only to be met with a dazzling emerald gaze. "What are y-" Once your lips parted, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth where your muscles danced.

"Sleep my gem," You heard his voice in your head, "We will meet again soon." Darkness, the next second you saw nothing but the void. "This is simply a see you next time gift." He whispered against your mouth, a smirk breaking out.

Your body jolted forward, causing you to wake up from your slumber. You quickly looked around, scanning your surroundings, it was your bedroom. "What the hell, was that all just a dream?" The realization hit you when you blinked the tiredness away. 'I JUST MADE OUT WITH SOME RANDOM MAN IN MY DREAM-'

You slouched forward, pounding your fist against the bed. 'WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME-' The more you think about how the kiss made you feel the more your face burned. "UGHHHHHHHHHHH" Throwing one of your pillows towards the door, you didn't expect Wilbur to show up, the cushion hitting his face.

"Oh shit-"

Wil stared at you in confusion, pillow in hand. "Is something wrong?" He asked, walking to where you sat on your bed. "No, don't worry about it" You lied, darting your eyes anywhere but the man who you crushed on. The feeling of guilt surging through you as you recalled the 'dream'

"It doesn't look like it." He sighed, sitting at the end of your bed. "[Name], did something happen when we were gone?"

"HM?" You snapped your head towards him, causing the brunette to jump a bit. "Oh nothing at all, hahaaahhah" Awkwardly laughing, you forced out a cough. "Why do you ask-"

"Well... When we arrived you were passed out in your office. You seemed drained so I carried you here. It's been 19 minutes."

"Oh, I was just tired there's no need to worry!" Sitting there with a dumbfounded expression, the image of the man you kissed in your dream flashed in your head. 'Why am I so shameless..-' You silently cursed yourself for imagining it once more, a random man out of all things. Despite your reassuring words, Wil looked at you as if he had something on his mind.

"If you say so."

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libra-kirishima · 4 years ago

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Hii ! May i ask for hdcs where Yaoyorozu invites the class to an event organized by her family, a kind of gala or ball, so she won't be alone, and she sees her crush (Femreader) coming in a suit. Her reaction (reader doesn't realize she's a flirt). Thank you !

I misread this to think that you're the flirt, but that's okay because I don't think flirtatiousness makes sense for Yaoyorozu's character.

(She's a virgo...)

Please ma'am take these two pining nerd lesbians in this trying time.

"Was this a mistake?" You whispered to Mina.

"Why would this be a mistake?"

"I feel so weird being here." You answered, fiddling with your cuff links to avoid making eye contact with any number of the wealthy strangers that surrounded you.

"It's a birthday party." She rolled her eyes.

"I've never been to a birthday party like this before, have you-"

"Look, there's Sero!

Your friend grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to a small table where Sero and Kaminari were talking with Jirou. (Or rather where Kaminari was hitting on her while Sero laughed at how he had no game.) When you locked eyes with him, he pointed to Kaminari and made a gagging gesture.

"Let her breathe, Denki." You joked, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him back. Your friends laughed as you pulled up a chair between the two of them.

"Where's Yaomomo?" Your best friend asked, fiddling with the tufts of pink hair around her horns while staring at herself in the reflection of a spoon.

"Her mom called her away for something a while ago. Said she'd be back soon." Jirou answered, shrugging her shoulders. "You can go look for her if you want. Mrs. Yaoyorozu said the house was ours to explore."

You only half paid attention to the conversation between the two of them as you idly chatted with Sero.

"What's with your face?" He asks in between bites of the snack food on the table.

"You know just what to say to make a woman swoon." You answered. Kaminari laughed, jabbing him in the ribs playfully.

"No, I mean why do you look like you just walked in on your parents having sex or something?"

"Well that's an image I won't be able to get out of my head, thanks." You retorted, but Sero still waited for your answer with raised eyebrows. You sighed before continuing. "I hate that I know what you mean by that, by the way- No, it's Yaoyorozu."

"She said she'd be back in a little bit."

"No not where is she. More like-" You trailed off, waiting for her to finish.

"Is this about the sexual tension between the two of you?"

"What sexual tension?"

"The sexual tension in how you're fighting each other to be top of the class." Kaminari interjected. "You think that smug grin she gave you when she got a higher grade than you on that last test was friendly?"

"I thought it was intended to be malicious." You admitted.

"No, no-" Sero adds, pausing to steal a bite of Kaminari's food while his attention was focused on you. "-I totally think she wants to top you." Your eyes widened at his admittance. "But that's just a hunch."

"Really?"

"After all this time that you've been flirting with her? What did you think that she hated you?" At your lack of response, both boys started laughing. "Are you fucking serious?" You leaned over to jab your elbow into Kaminari's ribs.

"What did I miss?"

All three of you bolted up at the question. Your eyes scanned how gorgeous she looked in her dress with her hair down before locking with Yaoyorozu, and it appeared she did the same because you both blushed instantaneously. After witnessing the brief interaction, Kaminari begins to laugh again but is silenced by Jirou pinching his arm under the table.

"Nothing important." He answered through grit teeth. Satisfied with the answer, Jirou let go of his skin. "Ow."

Sero stands to offer Yaoyorozu his seat, shooting you the widest shit-eating grin he could manage as she sat next to you.

"Happy birthday, Yaoyorozu." You spoke to her as she made herself comfortable beside you.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." After a moment of silence between the two of you she speaks again. "I'm glad you came." She added earnestly.

"Thank you for inviting me." After another pause, you added "You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way." For the first time since your eyes first met, you allowed yourself to properly look at her. Her eyes averted yours as she worked to conceal the rose in her cheeks. You placed your chin in your palm with a small smirk.

"As do you." She added meekly. "You seemed a bit unsure of yourself when you walked in, but I hope you know that I'm very glad to have you here." Her words were soft spoken but reassuring, managing to look at you for just long enough to offer you a kind smile.

"So you were watching me?" You chuckled. Her face flushes even deeper. You watched as she struggled to keep it from you, seemingly interested in everything surrounding her except for you. "Can't get enough of me? I don't blame you. I am top of my class you know." You joked. She playfully swatted your shoulder, then lingered her touch there a moment longer. Across the table, Sero laughed silently and shot you a thumbs up.

"Um-" She starts, before being taken by the swelling of music. "Actually would you care to dance with me?"

"I'd love to."

She took your hand and laced her fingers in yours, allowing you to lead the way. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jirou slap Kaminari on the shoulder and point to the two of you leaving the table. Before he had a chance to think, she grabbed him by the wrist and followed you.

"Apologies for them," Yaoyorozu spoke shamefully as you placed her hands on your shoulders. "She's my best friend, but she she has an awful habit of eavesdropping on my conversations with you."

You wrapped your hands around your waist, leading her around the room in relative silence. As the song comes to a close, she leans closer and whispers "Do you want to make a break for it?"

"Hm?" You ask. She subtly points her head to a hallway at the other end of the room with a smile. You'd never seen this side of her before, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't loving it. You smile back at her, and that's all the answer Momo needs.

"Ready?" She asked softly. You watched her take one last glance at Kaminari and Jirou, still trying subtly to watch the two of you. "Go!"

She grabbed you by the hand with one hand, lifting up the material of her skirt with the other. You drifted around various partygoers, hoping to slip out of sight of your friends. She pulled you into the massive corridor at the other end of the hall, and up the first set of stairs. It was only then that she stopped running. She spends a few moments to catch her breath. "Come with me." Her hand was still firmly grasping yours, leading you through the long and winding corridors of her home.

You're taken to a window at the end of a corridor, where Momo pushes aside the lavish set of drapes, revealing it to be a set of glass doors. Never once releasing your hand from her grasp, she opens the doors and pulls you on to the balcony with her, drawing the drapes and closing the door behind her. It was almost impressive watching her do this all with one hand. It was only then that she let go of yours. "Thank you. I needed to get away for a while." You said nothing, but smiled at her. She leans against the railing, looking up at the night sky like she's looking for something. You join her, resting yourself against the railing with your shoulder touching hers. "Are you familiar with astronomy."

"A bit." You answered. You point to a chain of stars, and Momo's eyes follow your hand with interest. "The constellation Cygnus is right there. That star at the tail of the swan is called Deneb. I think it's the 19th or 20th brightest star in the night sky." She lets out an interested hum. Your point moves to another part of the night sky. "Delphinus." Momo looks at you, eager to hear more. "It's a dolphin." You state awkwardly after a while.

You both laugh naturally. Her hand comes to rest on yours, stroking soothing circles into the palm of your hand. All this time you had assumed that she hated you seemed to drift into the sea as she eagerly listened to you point out features of the night sky. "Venus. You can tell that it's a planet and not a star because it doesn't twinkle."

"Why don't planets twinkle?" She asked eagerly.

"Because they're too close to us. Stars are millions of light-years away but Venus is our nextdoor neighbor. It's actually the brightest object in the night sky because it has a thick atmosphere of white clouds."

"And why does that make it so bright?"

"Since the clouds are so thick and white, just about all of the light from the sun reflects off of it. And that's why you can even see Venus in the day sometimes."

Maybe she didn't know everything. You had assumed she did based her quirk and her grades. But Yaoyorozu was just a girl. A very smart one at that but just a girl. You certainly didn't know everything.

How strange it was to think that of all the people she could have asked to join her in her escape from the crowd of her birthday party, she chose you. "I thought you hated me." You said, not realizing that you had voiced that thought out loud until it was too late.

"That's funny." She admitted to you. "I always assumed you hated me. I invited you by total chance, hoping that you'd come. And I'm glad you did. You've been great company." You both silently decided to leave it there, choosing to take in the sounds of the night in silence before heading back inside.

"Oh!" You perked your head up. "Is now a bad time to give you your birthday present?"

"You didn't have to get me anything-"

"I know but I wasn't not going to. But what do you get the girl that's got everything, right?" You snuck into the coat closet just outside the foyer, grabbing your bag from one of the hooks. "Do you remember when we went on that class beach trip and you wanted the stuffed cow in the claw machine on the pier but you couldn't win it?"

"Yeah."

"Well I remembered that you wanted it so Kaminari and I went back to get it for you!" You responded enthusiastically!

"You're kidding."

You shook your head no, pulling the plush out of your bag to prove it. With a grin, you extended your arms to offer it to her. "How? I thought it was broken. The claw wouldn't close."

"Oh, no, it still was." You admitted. "I asked Kaminari to fry the machine so I could reach my arm in there with a coat hanger and pull it out." She laughed. It was the sweetest sound you think you've ever heard. "Worked like a charm."

"Did it?"

"Yeah. We're never allowed back to that arcade again but I think it was worth it."

Momo pulled you by your lapels closer to her and pulled you into a tight hug. The feeling of her embrace felt so warm and familiar. Neither of you wanted to be the first to let go. After a moment she speaks.

"I love it. Thank you."

"Happy birthday." You said once again, punctuating it with a soft kiss to her temple.

#poor baby is insecure and modest surrounded by people who want to exploit that bc she's pretty...#you can tell she's a virgo #I'm all for being liberal with canon but i do still wanna keep the characters accurate to themselves if possible #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #yaoyorozu momo x reader #momo yaoyorozu x reader #momo x reader #yaoyorozu x reader #Yaoyorozu Momo #momo yaoyorozu #wlw x reader #wlw imagines #pronouns used: she/her/hers

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neon-junkie · 4 years ago

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Mrs. Hernández

Summary: Whilst finally being reunited with your sweetheart, Flaco calls you something that he’s never called you before, and you love it.

Pairing: Flaco Hernández x f!Reader

Word Count: 1874

Rating: SFW

Tags: Colter, Established relationship, Proposal/marriage, Fluff, Happy tears.

Notes: I just think about this a LOT and wanted to write it ;-;

Flaco hasn't heard from you in weeks, not a peep, not even a letter to inform him of your current whereabouts. He's always known about the gang you trail with, and they're aware that you disappear for days at a time to work for yourself so you can put food in your belly and buy luxuries that you enjoy. Of course, the gang gets their share and in return, they provide you with comfort and sanity, along with friendship, something you hadn't received in a long time. The only person you were close to before joining the gang was Flaco, your sweetheart, your partner, whatever you wanted to call him. You'd stumbled into his cabin over a year ago and did the odd job for him ever since, growing fond of the legendary gunslinger. Your heart ached every time he mentioned how lonely he is, and he found himself talking to you more and more just so you had an excuse to stay a little longer in his cabin. Eventually, Flaco had invited you to stay awhile after a mission. A few drinks were shared and before you knew it, Flaco had you pinned up against the wall, his lips finally meeting yours. The two of you had felt the tension since day one, your cheeks turning vibrant red when he called you "pretty" after seconds of meeting you. He continued to call you sweet names, eventually quite openly flirting with you. His eyes went wide when you finally spoke for the first time, flirting back with him with a grin plastered across your face.

After that, you'd spend days with Flaco, enjoying each other's company before returning to the gang. He told you to "be careful" when you mentioned that the gang had recently moved to Blackwater, telling you how he ended up becoming wanted down there. That was the last known location of you, and no matter how many times his men scouted the area, there was no sign of you. But one of his men stormed into his cabin one day, informing him that they'd seen someone that looked exactly like you nearby. Flaco told them to go and have another look, to be certain that it was you. He couldn't risk going out in the open, even if the strangers nearby weren't Pinkertons. He has more than just the law after his ass, but he's willing to risk everything if it actually is you. "It is her. Flaco, it's her," the same man had confirmed after returning later that day. Flaco was straight to his feet, shoving the knife that he was playing with into its holster and whistling for his horse as he left his cabin for the first time in weeks. He'd been so depressed without hearing from you, refusing to leave the barely standing shack, personally paying his men to fetch him food as he just didn't have the energy to go out and hunt by himself. Flaco told his men to stay nearby but hidden, just in case. You felt awful that you hadn't had the chance to walk over that hill and visit Flaco, but you were needed here, tending to the injured and pulling your weight. Any time that you did have spare, you'd spend practically passed out in bed from exhaustion. You'd told Dutch that you needed an afternoon to go and see your partner, to inform him that you were safe, and Dutch understood and had arranged a time for you to do so, though it was still another couple of days away. The gang was aware that you had a sweetheart, though you'd refused to tell them who he is, not wanting to risk anything that might lead to the law finding his whereabouts. A handful of them thought you were lying, that you were single but just refusing to admit it. Uncle had joked that you were crazily obsessed with a man who didn't even know you existed, but you laughed and assured him that you were definitely not that crazy. Even if you did tell them, they wouldn't believe you. If you were honest and told them that your other half was Flaco Hernández himself, legendary gunslinger, a man wanted in 8 states, and the Terror of the Grizzlies, then they would obviously laugh and think that you were joking. And even if you pushed and told them it was true, they still wouldn't believe you. Why would they? Although, they wouldn't be surprised if that legend had managed to snatch himself a much younger woman, a trophy wife as some would call it. A part of you wishes you did tell them, just to see their expressions of "oh shit, she wasn't joking," after what happened today. Javier was on guard duty, as always. He seemed to be taking up those shifts a lot, wanting to keep himself useful and busy in this frozen wasteland. He'd spotted the stranger as he rode around the back of the stables, practically jumping off his horse as he entered the camp, leaving his horse unhitched and free to roam. "You, stop right there!" Javier had called out, though the man twice the size of him barely paid any attention to him. "Where is she, huh? I know she's here," Flaco had half-asked him, half-called out to you. Javiers shouting had attracted the attention of a few camp members nearby, exiting their cabins to freeze in shock at the sight of the Flaco Hernández storming into camp. "Come on. One of you be useful and tell me. Where is she?" Flaco shouts again, scouting around the strangers but still not seeing your face. You'd noticed a few people moving but hadn't caught on to anything else, too focused on your current chore. Your ears suddenly perked up to a far-too-familiar voice calling your name outside, demanding to know where you are. Was that... Flaco? He shouts again and you're quick to your feet, rushing over to the door to be reunited with your sweetheart. You stop in your tracks when Flaco calls you something he's never said before. "Where is my wife?" Flaco calls out, making your stomach turn and your chest go warm. There's already a smile on your lips as you push past the people at the door, who are already staring at you, but that smile grows even more as you see Flaco stood there, staring around the camp. His eyes meet yours and a smile crosses his face. "Flaco!" you sigh, attempting to run through the snow, meeting Flaco halfway as he strides through the thick blanket to finally be reunited with you. "There she is," Flaco says with a laugh, easily picking you up as he clings onto you, spinning you around in a loving embrace. "There's my wife," Flaco says as he puts you back down, cupping your jawline with both hands as he steals a much-needed kiss from you before you can question your new name. The array of onlookers begin to trail back into the cabins, every single one of them confused on how you were apparently now married to this legend. He was clearly a good few years older than you, something that would creep most people out, and he wasn't as handsome as he seemed to be in his younger days. Maybe he was just as good with other things as he was with his guns, or maybe he was secretly paying you for your time and affection. You were definitely going to be bombarded with questions the second he left. But for now, Flaco continues to kiss you, eventually breaking the kiss just so he can gaze at you again as he tells you "I was worried, chica. I hadn't heard from you in so long, I feared for the worst." You open your mouth to reply to his comment but quickly shut it again, making Flaco tilt his head slightly in confusion. All you can ask is "your wife?" Flacos smile quickly disappears, a worried look covering his face instead. "You don't like that?" he asks, genuine heartbreak to his voice. "What? No.... I mean, yes? I love it!" you tell him, quickly reassuring him that you were definitely more than fond of the new name. "Mrs. Hernández suits me, don't you think?" you say with a smile, making Flaco grin from ear to ear. "Mrs. Hernández. I love it. You're mine, my wife, Flaco's wife. I knew I was going to wife you up someday the second you trailed into my cabin," Flaco says with a deep laugh coming straight from his chest. He places a few playful kisses on your cheek, making you giggle as you steal a few kisses from him in return. Flaco then pulls you against his chest, giving you a long-awaited bear hug. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head before unwrapping one arm from around your waist, dipping it into his pocket. Flaco gently pulls you away from him so he can speak to you. "I got a little too eager, huh? Calling you Mrs. Hernández before I've even asked for your hand," he says as he shakes his head disapprovingly, scolding himself. "But I want you to call me that," you reassure him. Flaco can't help but smile; if he had a tail, it'd be wagging faster than a racehorse. "If you want me to call you that then you won't mind wearing this, hm?" Flaco asks as he opens his palm, revealing a pair of wedding rings, one much larger than the other. "I may or may not have tried it on you already when you last saw me. You were sound asleep and I just wanted to make sure it'd fit before asking you," Flaco confesses with a small shrug. "Who'd you steal these off?" you joke. "Nobody!" Flaco grumbles. "I ordered them and sent one of my men to collect them a while ago. You deserve only the finest, no stolen rubbish for my esposa," Flaco tells you. You slip off your glove and place your hand out, tears strolling down your cheeks as Flaco slips the ring onto your finger. Flaco urges you to do the same with his, placing his ring just above where his fingerless gloves cut off. A tender kiss is shared, along with a few tears from both of you. As the kiss breaks, Flaco holds you in his arms, muttering the words "mine" and "my wife" over and over, making you laugh against his chest. The gang isn't surprised when they check outside on you to see that you're gone, along with your horse. Hell, you deserve it after how hard you've worked these past few days since arriving in Colter. They're still surprised about who your sweetheart is, even more so when you correct them. "He's my husband, not just my sweetheart," you say with a smile as you flash the ring on your finger, eventually telling them how he'd married you on the spot before whisking you away to spend some time together. Whilst you're here, Flaco is only over the hill, and you manage to sneak away every night to spend time with him. Your husband.

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sxveme-2 · 4 years ago

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Five: The One with the Burnt Pancakes

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2516

Coming out of a divorce unscathed was more uncommon than its counterpart. Typically, a bit of baggage attaches itself to one or both parties. No matter whether or not divorce rates are through the roof in today's modern era, it still hurt more than words could describe. Especially when it's due to an affair. It creates this sense of unworthiness, and as though you weren't good enough. And when the pair has a child, it makes it ten times more difficult. Knowing that you'll have to break it to the child that their parents will no longer be together, and that they will most likely spend more time with one in comparison to the other.

But, when your child already has a bit of distaste towards your partner, it can make the blow a little softer. Sure, every mother wants their child to have a relationship with their father, other mom, etc. Whatever the situation is, parents, want that. They want to be able to see their child's face when they see their ex-spouse, but sometimes, there's nothing you can do about it. Especially when your ex never put in the effort, to begin with.

Above all, your perception of love changes. and that's exactly what happened to Lily. She lost all belief in herself and didn't believe she could ever find someone who would love her, along with the baggage that she carried alongside her. And that broken heart that she has yet to mend, and honestly, she wasn't sure if she'd ever find someone who could help. To cup warm hands around the two halves and hold them together until they combined once again.

Other things she deemed impossible, was her sitting in a kitchen with the avengers. Earth’s mightiest heroes. The people that destroyed an entire army. travelled to space. Some even having been ripped out of time and thrown into different roles and periods. These people had stories people couldn't even dream of, lived lives people only wished to be able to experience. And here sat Lily, a single mother of an 11-year-old boy, who lived in a domestic area, and worked as a pediatrician. She was minuscule in comparison to the Gods and soldiers that sat around her.

"So, is Hunter’s father around?" a soft voice asked, an accent dripping from the words. It had pulled Lily out of her thoughts of astonishment, as she tried to wrap her head around what was currently happening.

"Hm? Oh, no," Lily spoke, her voice as soft as the gentle ripple of a pond, while she sipped the coffee they had given her. Glancing up, a few of the superheroes looked at her with inquisitive eyes, wondering where he may be, or if he even was to be anymore, "We uh, we divorced four years ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," the girl continued. Lily had placed her as Scarlet Witch, or Wanda Maximoff. Hunter adored her. He ranted and raved about how cool her abilities were and how she could probably take down an entire army by herself if she wanted to, "He's cute. I've always wanted kids."

Lily nodded along as the conversation continued around her. She stayed as silent as a sleeping lamb, her green eyes glancing around as she tapped her fingers against her coffee mug. She wasn't sure what they wanted her to say. It had been proven time and time again that Lily was the farthest from a talker. Deep inside of her mind, the little voice of self-doubt had convinced her that no one cared about what she had to say. That the only reason people even spoke to her, to begin with, was because it was polite. But she's also been told that the world around her found that shy demeanour endearing, and mysterious. As if she held secrets behind those sealed lips when in reality, Lily was scared that if she spoke, she'd create secrets. Letting the world in on the pain she hid, that she kept locked away in a vault deep within her mind. protecting herself from being destroyed again.

"...So if you ever need a babysitter," Wanda’s voice sang again, yanking Lily away from her deeper thoughts once again, as though the two were tethered. the young blonde's attention perked up as the young girl continued speaking, "I'm your girl."

Was the Scarlet Witch, offering to babysit Lily's eleven-year-old? As in, seriously? Like to pick him up or come down from upstate New York to deliberately take care of him? If it weren't for the fact Lily rarely left the house, and if she did, it was with Hunter, she may have considered the idea. But Lily wasn't one to go out. The noise that came along with the idea of partying or going out on the town always got Lily's heart beating at a much too fast pace. If she was going out, it was to gen's cafe, or with three glasses of wine down and a whole bottle to go. The world was loud and intimidating, and could easily crush Lily's fragile heart and mind with a simple touch. And where would that lead her? Nowhere good, that's where.

"Oh that's sweet, but I don't typically go out, and when I do, he comes with," Lily stated, lips forming a tight smile as she ran her finger along the circular hole atop her mug.

"Really? A girl that's as beautiful as you must get tons of guys and go out on dates. and I see no ring on that finger," the infamous Tony Stark teased while shifting his weight to look at the blonde, "unless there's already a lucky fella."

A laugh of almost disbelief escaped through Lily's full lips as if the idea of Tony Stark calling her beautiful was too good to be true, "Oh no. my best friend tries but I don't date. Already have my hands full with work and Hunter."

"Where do you work?" Steve's voice now chimed in, pushing off the counter he leaned on as Bucky worked away, staying silent. He hadn't spoken a word to Lily since Steve walked her through the threshold of the kitchen, merely a gruff hi before returning to the feverish work he was doing on the pancakes. It was as though he was trying to make them perfect.

"I'm a pediatrician at Mount Sinai Kravis Children's Hospital down in Manhattan," Lily answered, her eyes averting from looking at any of the intimidating people around her. Why were they so interested in her? Why did they seriously care so much about her personal life? She just brought Hunter here for a tour, not an interrogation...was this what people did? Like...they wanted to learn more about her? It didn't make sense, she was pretty basic. There was nothing special to her, Lily thought.

"Oh, that's awesome. I have a few-"

"SHIT!"

The large outburst caused everybody to immediately turn their attention to where it came from. Behind the counter, Bucky was waving smoke away from his face that seemed to be billowing from the pan on the stove. He burnt the pancakes. Lily felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips as she watched him throw a towel at the counter, his face turning a crisp shade of red, like a cherry. The moment his eyes landed on her though, his entire body lit up in a hue of pink it seemed. He grew flustered, biting down on this ever so soft lips he had. Lily was only human, she couldn't help but avert her eyes down to the thin layer of skin. And as if on cue, Wanda let her voice ring through the kitchen.

"Damn it, Barnes! I told you not to cook, and you decide to challenge your abilities in front of our guest?" The ginger exclaimed while standing from her chair, going to help the built man clean his mess.

A few of the others in the room whined, and Lily guessed they had been waiting for a bit to eat. She felt a twang of guilt deep within her, as though it was her fault. But it really wasn't, she wasn't the one making the pancakes. no, she was merely answering the personal questions they all seemed to have for her, as well as constantly glancing at the hall or behind her to see if Hunter was on his way back. Instead, he was now outside with Sam, looking at all of the different artifacts and things that weren't able to be kept inside of the compound.

"You much of a chef, Lily?" James Rhodes (Warmachine, she reminded herself), asked. No matter the amount of mental effort it took, Lily couldn't help but allow the tinge of rose to decorate her full cheeks. They seemed to want to get to know her, and she felt almost...accepted? No, maybe more so welcomed, by these beings of immense power and ability. She allowed her shoulders to relax, and her grip on her mug lessened.

"Nothing impressive, but I do know my way around a kitchen," she responded, tilting her head to the side, causing her blonde locks to dance across her shoulder, "Most nights, I try to make homemade meals for Hunt and I. It's important for a child's development." she finished but noticed how all of their eyes were glued to her. Raising her left eyebrow ever so gently, she let a giggle escape from her throat, "but sometimes I give in and order pizza."

"You should help Bucky out, he's never been the best cook. Got used to boiling everything in the forties, so he makes a mean hot dog," Steve teased, sauntering over in all of his Captain America excellence, "Anything else? Completely lost on him."

"It's a good skill to have. But difficult to master, I suppose." Lily shrugged, crossing her legs over one another as she rested her elbow on the glass table, cupping her chin as she sipped the hot liquid in her cup. She couldn't seem, however, to take her eyes off of the culprit of the burnt pancake smell. The way the muscles in his neck rippled whenever he clenched his jaw. How his metal arm glinted as a small stream of light entered through a window, creating a bright reflection. How his scruff along his chiselled chin seemed to be a bit overgrown underneath.

Her mind began to wander momentarily, a gentle and soft vision dancing itself into her brain. Him sitting on a chair in her bathroom, Lily sitting comfortably on his lap, facing him. His eyes sleepy and his hair unkempt. Her skilled and nimble hand resting on the side of his face as she trimmed underneath his jaw, getting those areas he seemed to miss. His lips parted as he seemed to slowly drift off again, as though Lily's gentle hands were willing him to...

A hand waving in front of her face snatched Lily out of her odd fantasy land. She cleared her throat and looked around her, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, as though she had been paying attention to the whole conversation she just missed. Holding her lips inside of her mouth, Lily shifted once again in her seat, attempting to play it cool as the blush that had formed on her cheeks seemed to grow rapidly.

"Sorry, could you repeat what you said?" she asked, her voice weak as her eyes shifted to look at the man behind the counter once again. She couldn't help it...he was beautiful.

"I said you should help Buck out making the pancakes. Most of us haven't eaten, and if you're as good as you say, maybe you can help." Steve grinned, a knowing glint in his sky blue eyes. The way he looked at Lily, as though he could see inside of her head, sent a shiver down her spine. The idea of anyone knowing where her mind just wandered was basically mortifying for her. Being such a conservative person, the idea of that getting out? Yeah, no.

"Oh no I shouldn't...I'm positive he's capable of making pancakes." Lily chuckled, her voice cracking halfway through. This caught everyone's interest, and Lily had to hide her face with her mug as the dark liquid slid its way down her throat.

"He isn't. We don't normally let him in the kitchen. C'mon Lily, show us whatcha got." Steve continued to pry, leaning back in his chair as the others encouraged the entire idea.

Lily's head turned back to where Bucky stood, an almost pleading yet bashful look gracing his perfectly sculpted features. Just the way his eyes seemed to call out for her, was enough to allow the eldest Osborne to give in to the peer pressure of her new acquaintances. That was something Lily believed to be impossible, being friends with these heroes. These people that laid their life on the ground multiple times, saving her and her son by protecting the world around them. She was in debt to this group, everybody was. They've kept them protected for countless years. But how would one even begin to thank them?

"Okay okay, I'll do it," Lily mumbled, finishing her drink before pushing herself out of the chair that probably cost the same amount as her dog. She pulled a hair tie from her wrist and securing the blonde locks at the nape of her neck as she gracefully floated towards the kitchen. Glancing around, she couldn't help but let out a laugh at how expensive the items around her were. Sure, she didn't live in a house with run-down appliances, but these were top-of-the-line, high-end, see-on Food Channel things. A far reach from Lily's budget, "Well, first of all, Bucky, you need to turn on the fan."

After preparing everything to ensure not only safety but also to optimize space and time, Lily turned towards the man she had just moments ago daydreamed of. For a moment, she found herself lost in those steel-blue eyes he had. As though he had captured the moon and made them his own, adding a tinge of the blue from the sky above. How with every flicker across her face, a story was told. The pain and suffering he had endured etched into the dips and creases of his face, especially around those beautiful orbs. A part of her wished that the other members of the group were gone and that she could grip the sides of his face and kiss those lips he kept licking. His tongue darting out to wet them, creating a slight chapped ring around the pink layer of skin.

"Hey if you two are done gazing into the eyes of each other and looking like Hollister models, the rest of us are hungry." Starks’s voice rang, snapping Lily out of the trance the ex-soldier had put her under for a few seconds.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, coke can," Bucky muttered while turning his gaze away from Lily's and focused on washing the blueberries, "I'm just cleaning fruit."

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captainkingsley · 4 years ago

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The scent is becoming familiar — warm, earthy tea with a hint of spice. It's imported from Aurora now that the waters are regularly traversed, ships bringing the tea with so many other new things for the people of Albion. Logan finds that it's a large improvement for everyone involved and can't help the swell of pride that his younger brother has done so much in his time as king. He's helped only now that his temperament has settled, and each week after spending countless hours helping in the halls of the castle and beyond, he and Cedric sit for tea and talk.

They don't have the time to update each other on what's going on beyond their work, so Cedric shuffled their schedules until he was able to secure an hour at the end of the week for just the two of them. It's more than Logan was able to do when he was king — he'd become so distant then, that he and Cedric had become unfamiliar to each other. Now they were determined to be brothers again, even if only for a short time each week.

Logan stares at Cedric as he stirs a small amount of sugar into his tea, and then raises a brow as he scoops another three into the steaming cup.

Some things never change.

"So," Logan begins, breaking the quiet, steepling his fingers as his elbows rest on the table, "You and Benjamin Finn."

Cedric, with the cup against his lips, makes a sputtering sound as hot tea splashes his face with the force of his sudden exhalation.

"I'm sorry?" Cedric says, a strain in his voice. Logan adjusts his posture and dips his spoon into the sugar bowl, looking at Cedric with nothing but seriousness in his eyes.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm saying," he chides, "I've seen the way you look at him."

"Look at him," Cedric questions, incredulous. "I don't—"

"Please. You stare at him like Griffin at dinner." Logan says, and at his name, Griffin's ears perk up. The dog looks hopefully at the food on the table, proving Logan's point perfectly.

"I look at him as a friend," Cedric says, setting his cup down with a gentle tap, lifting his chin to look away from Logan's accusing stare.

"Cedric. I've known you since we were children. I can read you — and you're lying right now." Logan says, a hint of a laugh in his voice. Despite the teasing — and the truth behind it — Cedric finds some comfort in Logan's laughter. It shows he's improving, that he's getting used to expressing emotion outwardly once more, and Cedric can't help but crack a small smile. Logan catches the shift in his expression and immediately points it out, linking it instead to Cedric undoubtedly thinking of Benjamin.

"Actually," Cedric corrects, "I was thinking about how glad I am that you're well enough to tease me about these things now."

Logan blinks, shocked at the change in conversation, and fiddles with the handle of his teacup. He is feeling more like himself lately, no doubt thanks to how much he's been pushing himself to work and help repair the damage he'd done to Albion. It helps also, he thinks, that people are beginning to get to know him beyond just being the former king. They see something in him, now, that hasn't been seen since he was the young prince standing at his father's side. The world has gone from being the endless expanse of suffering and gloom that he had seen in his time under the Crawler's influence to something bright and full of hope. Thanks to Cedric for the work he's put in and the slaying of the darkness in the past year, Logan has felt as though a veil has been lifted from his eyes and he sees the world for what it truly is.

But more to the point — Logan has started something here that he intends to finish. He clears his throat and covers his mouth with one closed hand as he does so.

"Still. I'm not letting you change the subject." Logan says, and Cedric rolls his eyes as he leans back in his seat. Griffin, beside him, steps up to rest his snout on Cedric's knee. Absently, Cedric ruffles the dog's ear.

"Well, you're not getting me to admit to anything." Cedric says, stubborn.

"But you admit there's something there by saying that." Logan points out, and Cedric narrows his eyes.

"That's — what are you playing at, Logan?"

"Just looking out for my little brother. I don't want to hear that you've gotten your heart broken by a straight man or anything—" Logan says, waving his hand. "You have a bad habit of that."

“So I’ve had bad luck in the past with this sort of thing. The reason I have feelings for Ben is because he’s straight, isn’t that what you’re getting at?” Cedric crosses his arms. On his knee, Griffin looks up with his big brown eyes as though begging for scraps. He likely is.

“You don’t know what he is or isn’t,” Logan says, finally taking a short sip of tea. The warmth of it makes his nose heat up, leaves a gentle bit of heat lingering on his cheeks and in his throat. “But you just admitted it.”

"You sneaky piece of shit," Cedric laughs, the words an affectionate jab in the way brothers are wont to do. “Fine, okay, yes. I’ve got a bit of a thing for Ben. Nothing’s going to come of it.”

“You don’t know that.” Logan says. “Despite the fact that I know he dislikes me and I find him a little too loud for my tastes, I want you to know that should you pursue Benjamin, you have my support.”

It’s strangely comforting, in a way. With both of their parents gone and Walter as well, the only family Cedric has left is Logan ( and Jasper, but Jasper has found a home for himself in the Sanctuary ) to approve or disapprove of his choice in partner. Not that he’d listen to Logan unless he was extremely adverse to a choice — because if Logan denied someone for him so adamantly, he’d have to listen as to why. Cedric stares down at the cup of tea he’s left sitting on the table, the deep brown-red color soothing in its stillness.

“Thank you.” Is all Cedric can say for a long few moments. He’s not sure if Logan knows just how important his opinion is to him.

Silence draws between them. It’s peaceful. Logan stirs his tea, the gentle clink of metal against ceramic like the rhythmic ticking of a clock. Griffin huffs out a long sigh and Cedric pets him once more, ruffling the fur on the top of his head. His collar jingles as the dog pulls away and goes to sit in his bed once again, resting his head on the cushioned edge of the bed.

When the comforting silence has drawn on for longer than Cedric expected, he breaks it with a lopsided smile as he says,

“So, you and Thomas?”

Then it’s Logan’s turn to sputter as he sets down his teacup, eyebrows drawing together as he glares at Cedric.

“No.” He says, short and simple. Cedric grins, much like a cat who’d gotten into what it’s not supposed to.

“Oh, come on. You spend all your free time in the library—” He says, and Logan tilts his chin up.

“I’ve been helping ship the duplicates of books to Aurora.” Logan states.

“Mm-hm.” Cedric leans onto the table, putting his chin in his hand. “And that requires you being in the library late at night?”

“I—” Logan starts, his cheeks coloring.

“I’m sorry,” Cedric says, shaking his head. He looks down at his cup once again, the sugar in the bottom not fully dissolved. His hair falls in front of his face. “I won’t bother you about it. But I do want you to know I’m happy you’ve made friends, and that you’ve found someone like Thomas.”

Logan stays silent, watching Cedric as he tilts his head to smile at his brother.

“Even if it’s frustrating as hell that you found him after I’d sent numerous suitors your way and you never told me—”

“That was you?!” Logan says, his voice raising. Cedric laughs, throwing his head back as he does. Logan stands from his seat, mouth dropping open and closing again, three times before he swallows harshly. “One of them didn’t leave me alone for two days!”

“I’m sorry!” Cedric says, his voice still caught between bouts of laughter, “I just wanted to make you happy, I thought I knew what I was doing!”

Logan can’t find it in him to be mad after that. He lays his hand flat against the table, leaning against it as he stares down at Cedric, who’s wiping his face after his fit of laughter. Without thinking, he reaches over with his other hand and ruffles through his hair, grown out longer in his time as king. The motion is familiar, bringing back memories of their childhood and days spent without a care or thought of what was awaiting them. His heart feels warm, fuller than it has in quite some time.

“Hey, Logan?” Cedric says as Logan’s hand withdraws.

Logan hums a questioning sound.

“If you marry Thomas, you’d better let me help plan it.”

“And let you ruin my color scheme? I don’t think so.” He says, tilting his chin upward in a show of fake pompousness. But Cedric can hear the affection in his voice, the subtle playful tone.

“I’ll find a way to meddle in your wedding.” Cedric says. And it doesn't even matter to Logan that he's barely past getting to know the man who would be joining him in this hypothetical wedding — the idea of anything past asking him to dinner hasn't crossed his mind in the slightest. What matters in the moment is only that Cedric is back to poking fun at him, just as when they were young.

Logan snaps back with a remark about the possibility of Ben Finn joining Cedric at a wedding and the tables are turned, with Cedric protesting any possibility of such a thing happening.

They jab at each other back and forth until someone comes to steal Cedric away to talk in front of some representatives from a village across Albion. They part ways and Logan puts it into his mind to keep an eye on Ben's actions around Cedric the next time he's around, just in case.

"Logan!" Cedric calls over his shoulder as he's headed down the hall. Logan looks up.

Cedric waves a hand at him.

"I love you!"

He turns the corner. Logan shuts his eyes and smiles, feeling — finally — like proper family once more.

#Cedric #Logan #fable 3 #i reread the stuff i wrote earlier multiple times #and had to write a bit more #this also. contains the mention of the oc I'm shipping w Logan #not sure how i feel about the flow of this one but #I wrote it in one day so of course it's a bit clunky #anyway have these brothers being brothers again #very much postgame and about a year or so after #Logan was convinced to stay in albion bc cedric made a big deal abt how much he'd miss him #cedric has a big ol crush on Ben but refuses to act on it #also Cedric's dog was named by my fiancee #and hes a german longhair pointer

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years ago

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A Dis-ass-ter

Rating: M

Pairings: Simon Lewis/Maia Roberts; Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago; Simon Lewis/Meliorn; Maia Roberts/Raphael Santiago; Maia Roberts/Meliorn; Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Summary:

Simon and Maia find out what the Mark of Cain is in an... Alternate way.

Namely, they can't get their spanking session on.

The squad is called in to help.

Read it on Ao3

It's nothing they haven't done a thousand times before.

Really, it's not even complicated. The safety precautions are all very basic, and Maia already knows the drill like the palm of her hand. No pun included.

What could possibly go wrong?

Apparently, this is what.

She tries to land another strike, this time, going extremely slow, making sure she is following the movement of her own hand with her eyes so she isn't missing anything. Just as it was supposed to, Maia's hand lands on Simon's ass the loud slap echoing in the room.

And then she feels the pain on her own ass.

What the fuck?

"Maia? What is going on?" Simon asks, turning his head towards her, which is really pointless, since he is blindfolded. "I hear slapping, but I can't feel anything."

"Well, I can feel it," she says, frustrated.

Simon frowns, which is a really funny look behind the blindfold, and Maia would probably be more endeared if she weren't so lost.

At least I'm a switch, Maia thinks for a second, because she tries to look at things on the bright side. Still, it feels weird to slap her own ass, especially when she has partners who could do that for her.

"Can you explain me what's going on?" Simon asks, sounding genuinely lost, before adding, "...please, Mistress?"

"I can't slap your ass," Maia answers, because that's really all she can say.

Simon sounds alarmed. "Shit, do you need to safeword? That's alright, baby, you should have just told me. I'll just need you to uncuff me and we can do something else, some aftercare, I know you like to watch movies-"

"No, Simon. I physically can't slap your ass!"

"...Do you want me to get it higher up?"

"No! Whenever I do, I feel it on me instead. See?" she says, slapping him again, "Can you even feel it?"

"...Are you sure it is my ass you're slapping?"

"Yes, Simon, I'm sure it is your ass. I did it really slowly to check."

"That's weird."

An awkward silence falls, because that sentence sums it up perfectly and there are no words left.

"Maybe there's a portal on your ass," Maia mumbles. "Did you open a portal in your ass?"

"No??? Why would I do that?? Or how? I can't use magic."

"I don't know, some elaborate prank?"

"Well, I'm missing out on a spanking, so no. Also, you know I suck at pranking, I'd have started laughing before we even took our clothes off."

"Shit, that's true. Then who opened a portal on your ass?"

"I feel like we shouldn't rush to the conclusion that there's a portal on my ass."

"Well, what else could it be?"

"I don't know? The possibilities are endless. I'm a newbie in the Shadow World, remember?" he says, wiggling his butt in an outraged way. "Maybe we should call a specialist."

"A specialist in ass portals?"

"Again, I feel like we are rushing to conclusions here."

"Magnus did invent the portal."

"Sure, call Magnus."

Magnus is about to begin very similar activities when Maia calls.

It's been a while since Alec last had a day off, and Magnus was really excited about the new handcuffs (they suppress his magic and his ability to cum. Unless! Alec! Lets him! Yes!), so he almost considers not picking up. But when people come for his help, it tends to be serious, and besides, this is Maia, so he can't make himself. He looks at Alec apologetically, but all Alec does is smile up at him as he passes him his phone. He makes an "I'll be done in a minute" gesture, but Alec doesn't look fooled.

Well then.

"Hello?" Magnus says, in his best I-am-totally-not-naked voice. Alec snorts, and Magnus almost throws something at him, but there aren't many objects available in his bed. "Maia?"

"Magnus!" she says, sounding distressed, and Magnus perks up, alarmed, "I can't spank Simon's ass!"

"Oh," he says, finally relaxing, seeing the way Alec, who had been going for his bow, mirrors his actions, looking curious. Magnus extends him a placating hand, signing to him that it's nothing major. He's glad this is just some teenage drama, not something overly complicated involving, say, magic and the Seelie Queen. Now that would be a problem. "That's alright, dear. I'm sure Simon will understand. Not everyone is into that. I, for example, am strictly into s-"

"No!" Maia screams, still distressed, and Magnus falls silent fast, "His ass is broken!"

Okay, that is definitely more worrying, but Magnus placates himself by thinking that, again, at least it's not related to some complicated magical plot Daylighter thing. "I'm afraid I need more information, dear. What exactly happened? Have you two done research before practic-"

"No! I mean, yes! Of course we've done research. But that's not the problem. I think there's a portal on his ass."

"Like, inside the-"

"No! Just the cheeks! Well, I mean, actually, I don't know. Simon, is the portal inside your ass?"

"There is no portal in my ass!"

"I think we'll have to check."

"Ok," Magnus says, and waiting room music starts playing over the line. Hm, Frank Sinatra, exquisite. He much prefers the original version of Garota De Ipanema, of course, but that is still not bad. He never expected it to be quite Maia's style, but then again, she is pretty eclectic, and-

"I can't fuck his ass!" Maia says, picking up the phone again.

"Ok," Magnus says, scratching his head a little, trying to think. "You said something about a portal. Does it lead anywhere that you can see, or-"

"No," Maia says, and for a second, Magnus has nightmarish visions of mundane television broadcasting the mysterious penis that showed up midair in the middle of Mumbai, but then she continues, "I just can't get in. It goes back. When I tried spanking him, it slapped my ass! Why is his ass leading to my ass?"

"That doesn't sound like a portal," Magnus says, calmly. "It might be some sort of blocking spell. Like a shield. They can't really differentiate between, uh, friendly and unfriendly intrusions." Then he pauses, "Although it is weird that the pain came back to you. Are you sure that you are not the one cursed?"

"Me?" Maia asks.

"Yes. I know a hex like that, every time you try to inflict pain, it is inflicted on you instead. Not that difficult to pull off, I should be able to undo it easily. We should move fast, though, because if the person plans on attacking you, it means you can't defend yourself," Magnus says, magicking some clothes on. Looks like the plans are officially cancelled. He can see Alec nodding, putting the handcuffs, blindfolds, vibrators, plugs, paddles, collars, wax, condoms, gags, and dildos they had selected for today all back in the box. "But we need to be sure. Where are you?"

"Uh, we are home, but- give me a minute, I think we need to test. I'll call you back?"

"Of course, my little pretzel."

He can hear her smile on the other end of the line. She sounds more calm when she says, "okay, bye."

"Looks like I'm on call," Magnus says, shaking his phone a little bit for emphasis. "By the way, Maia likes my nicknames."

Maia stares at her phone for a second, thinking of who they can ask for help with this. She never considered she could be the hexxed one. Fuck.

"What if it's Russell?" she thinks, a little scared. "Do you think he would do that?" It sounds pretty cowardly, making someone unable to fight you like that. It's not like she and Russell ever came to that before. Then again, she would totally kick his ass.

"I don't know. You know I don't love the guy, but it doesn't sound his style," Simon says. "Maybe we should test, like you said." He adds, trying to go for calming and cheerful and hitting unsure and slightly hysterical right on the head.

"Yes, you're right," she says, running her hands through her hair. "How do we do that?"

"Well, could you untie me first? It's weird that you're just, like, talking to my ass."

"Right, sorry."

They come to the conclusion that they should call someone else for Maia to slap and to slap Simon, so they can check which one of them is it about, or if it's about the both of them somehow. Meliorn is the obvious choice, since, well, they've done this before.

"Mel," she says, "I need you to come here and slap me and Simon."

"I do not wish to inflict harm on either of you," Meliorn answers, in the tone of someone who is looking up at a tree and trying to figure something out and is not interrupting that activity to talk, but is still paying attention to the conversation anyway. Meliorn has very precise entonations.

"No, I know, it's just a quick slap, just to test something. Please? Si- I- We might be in trouble."

Meliorn shows up in front of her. Maia turns off her phone, sighing, and feeling just a little safer with them there. She really hopes Russell isn't planning anything. At least with Meliorn she'd have someone to protect her.

"I resent that. I literally have superstrength, of course I'd protect you too," says Simon, who apparently can read minds now.

"Yeah, but I mean, still. Meliorn has magic, that's always more helpful."

"So my cool powers mean nothing to you, huh?"

"I fail to understand how slapping could help either of you," Meliorn interrupts, looking very calm and ethereal-like as they stand in front of Simon's Naruto poster.

"It's just for a test. Actually, I'd have to be the one to slap you, then you'd slap Simon," she says.

"That is only a minor difference," they reply, but nod. "Any preference for a place?"

Maia extends her hand, looking at her hesitantly. She just looks back at Maia, immobile. Maia bites her lip.

"You have my full permission," Meliorn says.

Maia slaps her shoulder. Not too light, since tapping Simon had no effect, but not too strong, either. She doesn't feel anything on her own shoulder. Or her ass.

"So?" Simon, who apparently can no longer read minds, asks.

"Nothing unusual," Maia says.

"Nor on my end," Meliorn replies. "Should I slap Simon now?"

"Yeah, sure."

Meliorn slaps Simon's shoulder, and then makes a little noise.

"I didn't feel anything." Simon says.

"So it is you who are hexxed," Maia says.

"Yeah, thank G-d," Simon replies. Then he adds, "what? At least it's not you,” when Maia looks at him weird.

"You are the sweetest, did you know that?" she asks.

"Careful, we're going to start being disgusting again."

"Okay, so this is definitely some kind of shielding spell," Maia agrees. "Should I call Magnus again?"

Magnus says that he doesn't know any spell quite like that, at least not any that allows it to be done without being initiated by the person spelled. He still shows up to check on Simon, though, which leads to seeing some unfortunate items they forgot to put back on their places and also the diagnosis that whatever it is, it is Seelie magic, not a warlock's.

"Seelie magic? Could it have anything to do with the weird ritual the Seelie Queen performed on me?"

“No, I’m sure it’s something else,” Magnus says, dryly, “The Seelie Queen performed an unknown ritual on you and you didn’t even consider it might have something to do with that before??”

“Well, I mean, nothing in particular happened at the time.”

“And you thought maybe the ritual was just for the shits??”

“Well, no, but Maia was staring at my forehead for a really long time trying to figure it out, and then I said, ‘I mean, even if you figure it out, what are you going to do, kiss my booboo away?’ and then she kissed my forehead, so we started being all cute and stuff, and I forgot.”

“Why am I only now hearing about this?” Meliorn says, sounding distressed, because obviously they had nothing to do with the ritual or anything about that particular plotline, since that would be ridiculous. “And why didn’t you come to me before?”

“Simple: I am a himbo,” Simon says.

“Simon,” Magnus sighs, pressing his fingers to his temples, and thinking that maybe he should send Alec a text to let him know that his totally super quick visit to Simon’s place, babe, I promise, seriously there’s no need to raincheck do NOT put it all back in the drawer I’ll be right back will actually not be that quick and maybe they will have to raincheck. Maybe. "Can you explain to us what exactly happened?"

So Simon describes the whole thing about how the Seelie queen branded his forehead with the help of some totally not-Meliorn seelie (again, why would Meliorn do that? That would be ridiculous and OOC) and all that pizzazz, finishing the whole narrative off with a "crazy, right?"

Magnus and Meliorn look at each other, and Maia is totally expecting that they will say, "of course! We know exactly what this is and it is very easy to solve and Simon's ass will be fuckable again in no time," but instead they say, "we will need to do research. I've never heard of anything like this before."

As Magnus' portal closes, they can hear him say, "Alexander, I'm afraid we'll need to raincheck," to which Alec deadpans, "no, really?". Meliorn leaves a kiss on both of their foreheads and says that she will get to the bottom of this before disappearing with her own portal.

So it's just Maia, Simon, the messy bed, and the ropes and blindfold they need to put back under his bed again. And there is nothing they can do but wait.

Simon is like, spectacularly drunk.

That is not too hard to happen, of course, because he is a known lightweight and Maia's bloody Marys (ha! That's right, they have blood) are strong. Still, after a week with no relevant news from either Magnus or Meliorn, it looks like Simon was even more helpless to the effects of alcohol. Either that, or he really needed an excuse to scream,

"THE SEELIE QUEEN HAS CURSED MY ASS!"

At the top of his lungs in the middle of Hunter's Moon.

The rest of the clients ignore him, because they have heard all about it before. Raphael, who is beside him, nurses his own bloody Mary with a way too amused smile. He looks absolutely fond, which is a weird way to react to Simon mumbling, "what does she even have against my ass?", but that's Raphael for you. At least Maia doesn't have to worry about Raphael having a weird time at their triple date. Then again, she's sure he already knows how weird they are at this point.

"Has he been whining like this ever since?" Raphael asks, doing a shit job of hiding his laugh as he takes a sip.

"Yup," she replies, checking a cup against the light to make sure it's dried. "Tried everything to make him look on the bright side, didn't work. Guess all we can do is wait for Simon and Meliorn."

"We can trust them," Raphael says, sounding absolutely serious. "They will figure it out."

She smiles at him. "Yeah, of course they will," she answers, ruffling his hair a bit, because she can't help it. Raphael lets her, because he also can't help it. "We'll just have to deal with him up until then."

"Labour division," Raphael nods. Maia laughs.

Simon continues with his rant. "I am completely unfuckable. No butt business at all, nada!" He says. "We tried everything. I have THREE whole partners, and NONE of them can fuck me!!"

"Well, I have never fucked you," Raphael points out, unfazed.

"Yes," Simon says. He then turns towards the camera to look directly into your eyes as he continues, "That is true. Raphael and I don't fuck, and we never will, because he is asexual and sex-repulsed and is not interested in that, with me or anybody else. He won't fuck any of his other partners either, and that is wonderful and valid and should be respected by the fandom." After that, Simon turns back to Raphael and says, "but that is not the point! It's not about you, it's about my ass!!"

"Of course, my apologies," Raphael deadpans.

"Simon, come on. We'll figure this out. We just need to… Talk to the seelie queen," Maia says, her voice faltering at the last words. "I mean, what she's gonna do? Kidnap us again? That's gotta have gotten old by now."

"You shouldn't test her like that," Raphael says, voice serious and eyes hard. Maia can see the way his fists clench as he says it, and she can't help but smile as she takes his hand and places a small kiss there.

"We'll be fine, I promise," she says.

"You'll let me know if you need help, right?" Raphael asks, instead of taking Maia's empty promise.

At that moment, Simon's phone rings.

"It's something called the curse of Cain," is the first thing Simon says after he hangs up his phone.

"The Daylighter curse??" Raphael asks.

"Yes- wait, you knew about this? And didn't tell me?"

"I knew what the curse of Cain is, I didn't know that's what was. All you told me is that your ass was 'sealed shut', there was nothing about that in the spellbooks."

"So Cain is withholding information," Simon mumbles.

"Maybe that just wasn't his priority," Maia suggests.

"Maybe he never tested," Raphael adds.

"Maybe he just left me to perish," Simon counters.

Raphael rolls his eyes. "Come on. Let's get you home. You need to be sober when we go talk to the Seelie Queen."

A whole commission was sent on a diplomatic mission to get Simon's ass back, including Maia, Raphael, Magnus, Alec, Meliorn herself, and even Cain, whom had not been seen by anyone in millions of years but Simon was able to track down in the New York sewers that very same week. How convenient!

Meliorn designed their strategy for talking to the Queen, and her and Magnus led the negotiations. Raphael also spoke in the name of all of the vampires, saying Simon's interests were theirs as well, which Simon thought was totally sweet.

Magnus and Meliorn's speech was very in sync, a result of long rehearsal, and everything went down smoothly. Cain offered to let the Seelie Queen observe him in Simon's place, so she wouldn't miss out on her shiny, unique toy. They all kneeled before her as Meliorn finished her speech, saying, "we beg of you, my queen, let the Daylighter make his own choice."

The Seelie Queen then said, "k lmao," and undid the spell.

It isn't until Simon is back in the safety of the regular realm that he throws his arms up and says, "my ass is back!", promptly leading to a montage of celebratory cheers and hugs among the commission.

"We should celebrate!" Maia suggests, "Finally, Simon will stop crying about this."

"I agree," Meliorn replies, smiling slyly at the both of them. "We should celebrate."

"Alright, I'm out," Raphael says, because he is a sex-repulsed ace and not interested in that type of celebration. "Have fun," he adds, because he is happy for his partners.

And have fun they do. Once Magnus and Cain leave as well, of course, because otherwise that would be weird.

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missdreamsalot · 4 years ago

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The Queen’s Guard- Ch.1

A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first attempt at a Fanfic and I’m both nervous and excited about finally posting the very first chapter. I’m still quite new to this platform and haven’t been quite active up until now but I love Choices and want to be a little more lively here. Thank you, and I hope you guys like this!

Book: The Royal Romance

Main Pairings: Leo x OC, Liam x OC.

Future Pairings: Maxwell x OC, Bastien x OC, Drake x Olivia

Summary: A rotten apple in the family threatens their lives and there is only one way to get rid of bad blood.

Masterlist

Warnings: Violence, Language, Sexual Content, Angst, Dark Situations, Character Death

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of The Royal Romance, or Rules of Engagement; they belong to Pixelberry. I only own my OC’s.

Enjoy~ *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

CH 1: Ghosts

In the Ramsford Estate, Elle sat quietly at the vanity of the room she occupied for the past summer. She stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror. Her long, brown hair had dulled, olive skin had paled, and the light of her green eyes had been extinguished.

A month had passed since the day of the Coronation, 30 days since the man she loved broke her heart, and the 720 hours of self-loathing had crippled her at last.

A broken cry escaped her lips as she hugged herself tight. How could she had been so foolish to think that it could work? He had his place and she had hers – a place that she hid from everyone in order to protect them, to protect him.

She knew she couldn’t stay much longer, no matter how much she wanted to fight for him, it simply wouldn’t be possible. Her enemies would only continue to draw them apart. The pictures that were published was only the tip of the iceberg and from there it would only spiral into darker depths, unleashing more suffering and heartbreak.

‘It’s over’, she thought.

Out on the patio that same evening, the night air danced through Elle’s hair as she stared up at the sky. She returned her eyes to Maxwell’s face that had dropped into sadness upon her declaration of leaving and returning home.

“I want to fight with you on this” the younger Beaumont brother started, “and I want to say to give it a little more time, that things will get better, but-“ he sighed, rubbing his face in frustration, “I don’t know when or if it will. I blame myself for putting you in this position, and I’m sorry-“

“Maxwell,” Elle placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. None of us could’ve predicted this. It’s out of our control.” It truly was. The capacity of which they can change things was out of their hands.

Suddenly the world swayed, she grabbed the front of her dress as her stomach churned and she groaned miserably.

Maxwell perked up in alarm as the color drained from her face. “What’s wrong?”

Elle waited until it passed while contemplating if she should express the truth to Maxwell-A truth that even herself could not come to terms with.

She shook her head, “Nothing, I just-”

“Forgot to take your iron?” Maxwell finished.

Her eyes met his and she smiled faintly. “Yes,” was all she could muster. A few moments later he returned with a glass of orange juice and an iron pill.

“Don’t tell me you forgot you were anemic?” Maxwell stated lightheartedly as he handed her the supplement first. “You need to take better care of yourself!”

“I do,” she spoke softly. After gulping down the last drop of juice, she gave the glass back to him and again her eyes found their way back to the starry sky. For an instant, she found herself drifting away and, instead of the stars, there were two of the brightest eyes looking down at her- tender, iridescent, and blue…” but I can’t do that here.” She continued, “Thank you for being there for me, Maxwell. You’re such a great friend. Honorable at that...”

“You make it sound like I’m never gonna see you again,” Maxwell pouted. She blinked away the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.

“I-AH!”

He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly against him. “Don’t worry! If you ever need anything, I’ll always be here for you!”

“Okay, okay!” she exclaimed, patting his shoulder soothingly. “I’ll keep that in mind…”

Before they knew it, Elle was walking the tarmac to the plane that would whisk her way. She looked back, giving one last wave to the Beaumont brothers, Maxwell waving enthusiastically, while Bertrand stared as intensely as ever, giving her a final nod of acknowledgement.

As she took her seat, the tears finally spilled and her eyes never burned so painfully.

The jet began its departure, rising into the brilliance of the clear, blue sky and leaving behind a man who could only dream to be with the woman he loved.

6 Months Later /// Present Day: Cordonia ///

Liam sat at his desk hunched over a flood of papers. He was in the middle of finalizing a public statement when there was a knock at his door. “You may enter.” He called out; his attention glued to the paper in front of him. With a dramatic swirl, he signed the parchment in satisfaction.

“Hello, baby brother.”

Liam looked up with a smile that didn’t quite reach his once lively blue eyes. “Leo.” He stood up and they shared a hug before parting. “How are you doing?” He began rustling through the documents, piling them haphazardly until they were neat enough that he placed his main piece front and center; ready to go.

“Well, if you checked your phone every now and then you would know.” Leo teased, wandering over to the drink cart.

“Sorry, it’s been a bit hectic lately,” Liam grabbed his coat draped over the back of his chair and dug into the inside pocket. As he pulled his phone out, his keys fell out and hit the floor. He bent down to pick them up and gazed over them for a moment, his eyes settling on a particular keychain. He ran his thumb over the miniature statue of liberty before placing the keys back.

His older brother chuckled, “I was only messing with you. No need to apologize.”

Liam turned to face his brother who was already holding out a glass of bourbon for him. “Thanks.”

“My life is viewed as a bit of a train wreck but,” Leo shrugged with a gulp of his drink, “it’s a wanted one.”

“Always the devil may care attitude huh, Leo?”

“You’re surprised?”

Liam shook his head as his lips quirked up in a grin while he scrolled indifferently through his phone.

Leo peered at him over the rim of his glass, taking note of how exhausted he looked. His once-tamed blonde hair was disheveled due to the many times of running his hands through it, and he was hunched forward with an unseen weight on his shoulders.

“Li?”

“Hm?” Liam met his brother’s gaze, his phone closing with a click.

“You know I’m here for you, right?”

Liam chuckled, but it was an empty one. “What brought this on?”

“You look like shit for one.”

Liam opened his mouth to retort, but what escaped was only a breath of air. He gazed somberly at the dancing flames in the fireplace. The door to the study opened then and Queen Mother Regina walked in. She smiled softly upon seeing her stepsons.

“Well, I’m glad to see us all here.” She took the couch in between them, setting a thin folder down on the low table. “What was it you wanted to discuss, Liam?”

“Hello to you too, Regina. I’m okay thanks for asking.” Leo interjected nonchalantly.

“I thought you would appreciate me getting straight to the point. I’m sure your itching to get out of here.” Regina stated. “You look well though. I see the divorce holds no ill will for you among other things.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Still giving me shit for that? Of course, you are.”

“I warnedyou about her and looked what happened.”

Liam shifted uncomfortably.

“Right, I’m sure you predicted that she would cheat on me with the bartender. I appreciate you looking out for me.” Leo uttered with contempt.

“I’m leaving.” He blurted out. Both parties turned to Liam at his announcement.

Regina was first to respond, her eyes glimmering with concern. “What do you mean by ‘leaving’?”

“On a break of sorts.”

The Queen Mother relaxed internally. For a moment she thought he was abdicating the throne and that would not have boded well for the kingdom. “First and foremost, Liam...” she started. “Have you spoken to Madeleine about this?”

“No. I wanted to disclose it with you two first.”

“She’s your wife. I think she holds precedence.”

Liam exhaled sharply. “Regardless, I plan on leaving in two days. I’ve already scheduled a press conference for tomorrow morning.

Regina remained silent for a moment, considering his words. “I suppose I should’ve seen this coming. You’ve been opting out of important social events and avoiding the press. Your absence has already become noticed by the people. However, do you know how this is going to look? The people will question ‘why all of a sudden’. So, why now, Liam?”

Liam stared at the now empty tumbler in his hands. “There is nothing to it. I simply need some time to myself. They’ll understand. A lot has happened.”

Leo’s heart bled for him as he looked at the shadows that settled underneath his brother’s eyes. He didn’t know the particular details about what happened following the events of the social season, only that the woman that had captured his little brother’s heart left without a word, taking a bit of it, if not the entire thing with her. Leo knew better than to allow Liam to deal with it on his own, but he couldn’t quite find the right words to say without it awakening a considerable amount of pain. He had approached Drake about it and Leo was only met with a biting remark from the snarky man.

“Maybe if you stuck around long enough, you’d know...”

Leo knew better than to fire back, taking into account that it was situation that made Drake react the way he did and that, well… his words stung more than Leo would like to admit.

When the scandal had surfaced at night of the Coronation, Leo knew that it was nothing but a despicable ruse to get the foreign woman out of the running. If it was one thing he regretted the most it was leaving his little brother to endure it on his own. Liam had his close companions, yes, but there was a bond between the brothers no one else can reciprocate. In the end, Leo had selfishly decided to leave, having had enough of the royal crowd. He had taken advantage of his brother’s selflessness asking Liam if he wanted him to stay knowing well enough the he wouldn’t allow him to do that. Liam knew of his distaste towards the royal lifestyle and its overbearing rules. He had insisted that it was alright and was quite determined to figure it out and that, more importantly, he didn’t want Leo to miss out on the motocross tour that was starting in the following days. In turn, Leo did not hesitate to pack his bags and leave.

Leo remembered him saying, ‘Everything will be fine.’ He would only find out later that it would turn out not to be.

Regina sighed before continuing. “Liam, I understand the pain of losing someone you love. Go on, take the time you require to heal your heart. Nevertheless, don’t forget, what is important. Following your father’s death, the Cordonian people need you right now. You cannot abandon them for long. It is your duty to represent our kingdom, bestow strength and trust within our people, but they are beginning to lose faith in you as a king. You need to prioritize their needs and reestablish stability,” Regina paused for a breath, carefully thinking about her next words. “But you needn’t do it alone...Liam, you have your queen and now it is time to consider other things…”

Dread seeped through the blood in Liam’s veins. He knew he couldn’t delay the inevitable much longer. He understood his duties as ruler for a country he loved dearly, but the past 7 months had been hard on him and his father’s death only added to the unrelenting agony in his chest.

“…an heir will bring on tremendous rapture…a flourishing kingdom…”

Liam stopped listening as her words continued. They trailed off in echoes and swirls inside his head with no grasp.

Liam wanted her. The woman that visited his dreams every night. He dreamt of a life with her. There was love, laughter, and endless bliss. That’s how he pictured his future once and thinking about it now made his heart ache much more. He felt like he was suffocating. His chest was tight and his eyes burned from the swelling of unshed tears.

Liam swallowed his anguish and forced out his next words, “I will…proceed with such circumstances when I return.”

“Liam-” Leo began, but when Liam looked up at him with sadness his gaze and half a smile, he realized there was nothing he could say that would make him feel better. He slumped in his seat.

A heavy silence descended them until Regina cleared her throat. “Is there anything else you wanted to address, Liam?”

Liam shook his head. “I have said everything that needed to be said. Thank you for your time. You may be on your way now.”

Regina gave a curt nod. She reached over for the folder on the table and opened it. Removing an article, she stood and faced Leo.

She handed him a pastel green envelope. “I received a correspondence from Evangeline, your mother, several days ago and it’s addressed to you…”

Leo stunned, didn’t know what to say. He grabbed the letter with uncertainty.

“What you decide to do is up to you.”

“Thank you, Regina.”

The Queen Mother gave him a sympathetic smile. “I am sorry about earlier. You didn’t deserve that. I just don’t like seeing you get hurt- either of you. Life is not an easy tread…” She looked over at Liam for a brief moment. Although he was hunched over fiddling with his wedding band, his gaze was a million miles away. “you simply have to do the best you can. Anyways, I’ll leave you boys to it.” She exited the room, leaving her sons with their thoughts.

Leo flipped the letter around in his hands contemplating what to do. Why contact him after all these years? She never made an effort to contact him before. Did he really want to reconnect with the woman that abandoned him? The one that left him feeling alone and unloved? His gaze shifted, descending thoughtfully on the bright flames crackling in the fireplace. He stood up and sauntered over to bring the letter above the blaze.

“Leo!” Liam gasped. He felt his brother’s hand enclose his. “Think about this.”

Against the illumination, Leo could make out the scribbles of black ink etched across the paper- her handwriting. He sighed heavily, his heart and mind in a battle of emotions-anger, hope, sadness, or elation. He didn’t know what to feel.

“At least read what she has to say.”

Leo withdrew. “You’re right, I suppose.”

“’You’re right, as always’ is what you meant to say.” Liam added humorously. Leo shoved him playfully, packing the letter in his jacket.

“You’re not going to read it now?”

“I’ll do it on my own time. I need to process this.” Leo poured himself another much-needed drink and immediately chugged it down.

Liam’s phone began to buzz in his pocket. He peered at it inquisitively as it flashed the familiar unknown number. This was the third one from the mysterious caller this past week. He answered the call. “Hello?”

Silence.

“Hello? May I ask who’s calling?” Leo locked eyes with Liam, brows raised in curiosity. Liam shook his head. There was nothing but white noise at the other end. “Hel-” The call ended abruptly with a ding.

“That was strange.” Leo commented.

“It wouldn’t be the first peculiar occurrence. I’ve been getting them randomly over the past three months.”

“Have you had Bastien look into it?”

“My King.”

The two men turned as the head of the king’s guard made his presence known.

“What is it, Bastien?” Liam inquired. He sensed something was wrong.

“It seems there has been a breach in security. An intruder-a woman. We have her contained if you would like to see her.”

Leo whistled, “This day just keeps getting rather interesting.”

Bastien looked grim,

“She says she is here to kill the King of Cordonia.”

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starcatcherscenarios · 5 years ago

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Imagine : Ateez (One Member)

Imagine swapping phones with your classmate Seonghwa by accident.

this was longer than I thought...

Being the class president has its perks. First, the teachers love you so you get away with anything, though you don’t cause trouble that often. Your classmates try to befriend you so they too, can get away with being late, forgetting homework etc. Of course you noticed that’s why they were being overly friendly you weren’t oblivious. Even with that, people treating you differently and all, there’s one classmate that hasn’t treated you any different. Park Seonghwa. He’s the class nice guy, friendly with others and teachers are fond of him. You guys aren’t close to being besties but, it’s safe to say he’s a good friend. Aside from your friends, who are in different classes, Seonghwa is the only person you kind of socialize with in class.

You two eat lunch together, and share notes from class. It’s mostly innocent smiles and laughs with him and frankly if people didn’t know any better, they would say you and Seonghwa were dating. However, you knew he doesn’t see you like that. His type was the sexy, confident popular type of girl. You were the adorable, funny, regular type of girl. Not popular but not an outcast either. Your friends love to tease you about him and though you try so hard to deny it, you like him. It’s hard not to.

One day, you decided to help the soccer team look for a new team manager, because that’s what class presidents do right, plus you didn’t mind helping. Scouting for a manager took time, which lasted a whole school day and after. You left the school’s parking lot around 5, some of the boys on the team offered to walk you home but, you were ‘just up the block’. Which you weren’t, the walk home was at least 35 minutes. Walking back was going to be hell, so you wanted to at least treat yourself to something.

Your eyes landed on a nearby Bubble Tea store. You loved bubble tea, so you jogged across the street and walked in, the ringing of the bell gets you off guard. It’s not like you been here before. You walked near the counter, looking up at the menu above. You actually don’t know what you want, usually it’s some green tea but you wanted something sweet, just didn’t know what specifically.

“I’ll have a Chai Tea latte and she’ll have a peach smoothie.”

You look aside to you to see Seonghwa ordering...for you. You blinked in surprise, all the while trying to act fast getting your wallet out, but he was faster and handed the cashier a twenty.

“You’re order will be ready shortly.” The cashier says, handing Seonghwa back his change.

“Surprised?” He says breaking the silence. You both grab a seat at the window, you chuckled at his question.

“To say the least. Thank you, you didn’t have to.”

“You were just holding up the line, president.”

You managed to giggle at his comment, there wasn’t really a line anyway. You pulled out your phone to see the unread messages by your friends. How does one group chat come to over 60+ messages. Some tea must have been spilled you thought.

“You have that phone charm too?” Seonghwa’s voice interrupted your thoughts. You give a glance to your mini bunny charm, you saw his eyes lit up as he pulled out his phone flashing the same charm only in a different color.

“M-My kid sister bought this for me as a birthday gift.”

“Really? I bought this for myself as a birthday gift.”

“Wait, seriously? This cute, little blue bunny?” You giggled once again. You never knew Seonghwa had this child-like soft side to him.

“Yeah, I thought it was cute.” He set his phone aside on the table when he heard your order called. He excused himself to go get them, you also placed your phone next to his to see the matching charm next to each other.

It looks like couple charms...

You shook your head, no way can you be thinking that. You shouldn’t rile up your own feelings like that. But can you blame yourself? To others on the outside, this would look like a bubble tea date, and the matching charms don’t help. You glanced over at Seonghwa who was making his way back and your cheeks blushed a soft pink.

As time passed by, you and Seonghwa were getting along amazingly. You always knew he was a nice guy but to learn these new details about him made you feel somewhat special. Though everything was going smoothly, you had to get home and it was getting dark. Seonghwa offered to walk you home and this time you didn’t protest or feel bad. You genuinely wanted to keep talking and hanging out with him.

“Man if I knew you lived so far, I would’ve drove you home instead.”

“You mean on that death bike of yours? No thanks, I like living.”

“Hey, my Louis isn’t a death bike. Don’t worry, one day when you ride with me, you’ll love it.”

Ride with you? On his motorcycle? He would want to?

“Hm, maybe you’re right. Next time then.”

Before you could change your sentence, because let’s face it, what next time? You were at least 75% sure he’ll go back to just waving at you in the halls and nothing more. You started feeling worried, maybe you thought too much ahead of being his best friend...or something more.

“Next time? Sounds great, I’ll give you call then.”

Wait..

“You don’t even have my number.” You don’t remember giving him that earlier or ever.

“Sure I do. Remember I didn’t show up to school one day? My perfect attendance ruined. Anyway, you texted my number about the class assignments I missed.”

He saved my number since then?? That was–

“B-But that was like a month ago.”

Which was true. You had to find one of his friends, Minki? Mingi? To ask for his number since as class president you didn’t want any of your classmates to lose their pace in education. You had done it before with a couple of others but they never saved your number.

Seonghwa only shrugged his shoulders whilst whistling away. A natural blush spread across your cheeks again for what seems to be third time today.

After a little while of walking and talking, you both finally reached the end. You thanked Seonghwa for walking you home and he smiled and said something along the lines of ‘it was no big deal’. You waved him off as he did too, you stood outside your complex building doors to see Seonghwa walk back. You hoped he would return home safe at this hour.

An hour later, you were starting to get ready for bed. Homework was done, face was washed, hair was in a messed up bun and teeth were brushed. Just as you were about to turn off the lights your phone rang.

But it rang weird. Since when did you have your ringtone as Sunmi ‘Gashina’ ?

That’s when you saw it. This wasn’t your phone. It was the same model and color but the blue rabbit charm was certainly not yours.

Not to mention it was your number calling you. It was saved as ‘Pretty President’ and it’s picture was one of you, off guard with eyes fixated on a book in your hands. Somewhat to be in a library but you couldn’t tell. You answered the phone.

“H-Hello?”

“Class President?”

“Seonghwa?”

Then you heard his sweet, awkward laughter.

“Uh, I think there’s been a mix up.”

“You have my phone?”

“As you have mine.”

What luck and trickery this was for you. Lucky because you at least know who has your phone, trickery because of Seonghwa having your phone.

“We probably just grabbed the wrong one then earlier. Sorry I didn’t notice.”

“I didn’t either, until I got home.”

You laid down on your bed, trying to calm yourself down. You hoped Seonghwa wasn’t the snooping type. Yeah, you had a password on your phone but it was a simple ‘1234’ and now you wished desperately you changed it before. You could hear the rustling, shuffling and long sigh. The sound of a bed creaking gave you the answer that he was on his bed too.

“Uh, can you promise me something?”

“Um, yeah. What’s up?”

“Don’t try to snoop through my phone.”

“I was about to ask the same thing!” You laughed.

“Wait really? Is that what you think of me, president? I’m–”

“Seonghwa, whatever you’re about to say, you’re the one that asked first. So maybe I should be offended.” You hopes he could hear the sarcasm in your voice.

“You’re right, next time I’ll just think before saying, president.”

“Why do you keep calling me president? Don’t you know my actual name?”

A little doubt grew in your stomach for who was you for Seonghwa to remember by name? ‘President’ is a nickname so you wouldn’t be offended but did he really not know you’re name?

“Of course I know your name, y/n.”

The sound of your name roll of his tongue squished any doubt you had. You liked how it sound when he said it, so easy and soft. Like he’s been saying it for years without hesitation.

Not knowing how to continue the conversation, you decide to ask about your contact name he had. Butterflies swarm in your stomach knowing this phone call was going to last all night.

“I think I like the name ‘Pretty President’ more, what about you?”

“.......Can you hold on for one second?..........FUCK! She saw it when I CALLED HER! MY PHONE! SHE HAS MY PHONE! Shit I didn’t think...damn it. I’m an idiot. She knows. She knows. She–maybe not.”

“Seong-”

“I’ll just play dumb. Does that work? Fuck, she’s smart, she’s gonna find out I fucking like her. Damn it why didn’t I grab my phone!!”

“Seonghwa! You didn’t mute yourself.”

“Oh.”

You were right, this conversation with Seonghwa over the phone took all night. You were sure by the end your feelings for him grew even bigger, as his did for you.

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here4theheartbreak · 4 years ago

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Found My Place Chapter 1: Secret

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: main YoonJin, side VMin (mentioned) Rating: Explicit

Genres: angst, smut Tags (for entire fic): idol AU (canonverse), transgender character, transgender Seokjin, FTM Seokjin, transphobia, pre-debut, misgendering, bisexual Yoongi, supportive Yoongi, discussion of gender confirming surgeries and HRT, virgin Seokjin, sex anxiety, first time, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, generic and scientific terms for female bodied genitals, squirting, barebacking, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, angst with a happy ending

Summary: Jin has a secret that could ruin BTS before they even had a chance to debut. To make matters worse (and better) Yoongi is determined to pursue him to the ends of the earth. Is balancing his secrets and his life possible, or will it all come toppling down around him?

Chapter Word Count: ~3.2k

“Hey, do you wanna go grab dinner tonight? My treat.” Yoongi’s voice was soft. Jin glanced up from his phone. Yoongi was chewing his bottom lip, looking far more timid than usual.

“Something wrong?” Jin worried.

“No. Just. Hm.” Yoongi frowned a little, his brows furrowed. He settled onto the floor across from Jin and put his arms around his knees. The dorm was surprisingly quiet, a rarity with seven boys living in a confined space.

“You look like something’s up.”

“Do you like me, Jin-hyung?”

“What? Of course.” Jin smiled a little. “Why would you think I don’t?”

“Not as a friend. But more.”

Jin hesitated, tilting his head a little. The question sent painful daggers of anxiety straight to his stomach. “What’s bringing this on, Yoongi?”

Yoongi huffed, scrubbing his hands through his hair and ruffling it. Jin bit back the chuckle at its messy state, reaching out and flattening it. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t get it. You’re… So damn perfect,” Yoongi mumbled. “I’m not good talking about this shit.”

“You can tell me anything.” Jin touched his arm instinctively, offering a small smile.

“I want to kiss you,” Yoongi blurted, biting his lips immediately after and diverting his eyes. “I want… I mean I want to date you. We’ve shared a space for a while now and some days I feel like you feel the same way. But then other days you seem so weirdly standoffish and I get confused. And I know you don’t want to risk the group but… Jimin and Tae are dating and we’re all fine with that.”

Jin sighed softly. “Yoongi,” he said softly.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Give me that pitiful sounding voice. I misunderstood, didn’t I?” Yoongi curled in on himself a little more, his shoulders sagging in.

“I’m not pitying you. I do like you, Yoongi.”

“Then why when I ask…” Yoongi shrugged.

“Because things are more complicated for me than they are for Jimin or Tae. You don’t need that stress.”

“Why do you get to decide if I need it?” Yoongi asked, perking up a little. “I’m an adult too. If you were here I’d be the eldest of the group. I’m not some child for you to baby like the maknaes.”

“No, of course not.” Jin sighed, wanting more than anything to fix this. “But this isn’t something simple. It’s not like dating in secret or being gay in our industry. This is bigger.”

“What is it, hyung?”

“I can’t.”

Yoongi’s injured expression shifted to anger. “Why not? Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you.”

“Then why can’t you just tell me? What’s stopping you from dating me? From telling me the truth? You talk big about taking care of us but you keep secrets!” He snapped.

Jin winced. “Don’t yell, please.”

“I’m not.” Yoongi huffed and rose from the floor. “Forget about it.”

“Yoongi—”

“No. You can talk to me when you’re ready. Or don’t. Forget I said anything.” He stormed out, slamming the door loud enough that Jin winced.

Jin dropped his face into his hands, groaning softly. He really did like Yoongi. They’d been flirting on and off since he moved into the dorm with them. Yoongi was so different than him, but a perfect complement. He’d spent more time than he’d like to admit daydreaming about how Yoongi’s mouth would feel, how nice it would be to hold his hands non-platonically, to cuddle with him while they all watched a movie. He was mildly envious when Jimin and Taehyung admitted they wanted to begin dating – He’d have given anything to be able to ask Yoongi out. But it was too scary. And too dangerous. The secret that Jin held so close to himself was one that could wreck them before they even debuted.

***

Nearly two weeks passed without incident after their argument. Though Jin tried his best to refrain from flirting with Yoongi – and Yoongi seemed to be doing the same – there was no bad blood between the two. Between choreography practice, vocal lessons, and recordings, bad blood would have been difficult to hold anyway.

The group was just finishing up their choreography practice for the day when the door opened. Their manager entered, looking stern.

“Jin. CEO needs to see you.”

Jin felt his heart leap into his throat. He bowed regardless. “I’ll be right in, let me clean myself up.”

“He said now.” The manager motioned toward the door, making no move to leave before Jin followed. Jin could feel the eyes of every other member on him as he made his way to the door, struggling to regulate his breathing both from dancing and from fear.

The walk up to the CEO’s office had never felt longer. A thousand possibilities raced through Jin’s mind. Was he going to be let go? Told not to debut? Did something happen to a family member? Did someone outside the company find out… The final one was the worst thought. And it was the one that stuck with Jin even as he stood outside the door.

“Get in here, please,” Bang called.

Jin entered, bowing as low as he could manage remaining upright. “Good afternoon, sir.”

“Here.” Bang held out a small stack of paper. “I’ll cut to the chase. We lined up a surgeon for you.”

Jin’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t help the smile that tweaked the edges of his mouth up. “Really?”

“Mm. You’ll leave tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow? That’s so soon.” Jin said, taking the papers from Bang.

“We need it done soon. He informed us you could take a few months to recover and we can’t afford that. We want the group to debut in under six months time and I won’t have it held up because of your surgery. You need it done immediately and you will start working out as soon as you’re able.”

“Of course.” Jin bowed. “What do I tell the others?”

“Family emergency. Break. Injury. Don’t care. You’ll need two weeks at least, maybe an additional two if you heal slow.”

Jin nodded. “Thank you. Family emergency sounds the safest.”

Bang waved his hand, signaling the end of the conversation. Jin bowed once more and hurried out, heading toward the changing room.

He peeked in, checking to make sure the other members weren’t in yet. Coast was clear. He headed to the locker he’d shoved his things into and put the papers into his backpack before stripping out of his shirt. Another nervous glance around. He hated the expectation to change in a group. It had made him nervous in school and now made him nervous for entirely different reasons.

The room seemed to still be empty, so Jin undid the tie on his pants and let them drop, sitting down to remove his sneakers and the sweats. He tugged off his binder, drawing in a deep breath as the pressure on his ribs relaxed. Two weeks off or not – he would be relieved to not have to try and exercise normally in one of those again. He glanced down in disdain at his chest. Even after fifteen odd years, he still found looking at himself without the binder disturbing and painful. That would be over soon. He smiled softly at the idea and reached for his clean binder, hidden in his backpack.

A soft gasp broke the silence in the changing room. Jin’s throat closed in a panic and he grabbed his shirt, slamming it over his chest as he looked around wildly. “Who’s there?” He called softly, pulse pounding in his ears. There was a soft rustle and Yoongi stepped from around the lockers, his eyes diverted. He laced his fingers together in front of him, looking sheepish.

“Just me.”

“Were you spying on me?” Jin spat, squeezing his arms even tighter over his chest.

“I wasn’t meaning to.”

“Get out!” Jin’s voice broke. “Don’t mention this to anyone!” He turned his back to Yoongi, struggling to tug the clean binder over his head. His heart was pounding and his nose burned as frightened tears threatened to fall. He was ruined. The group would find out, and then Bang would find out that they knew and they might never debut. It would wreck their lives and it’d be all his fault.

Jin blinked away the tears, fixing the binder. He turned back around, surprised to see Yoongi still there, now looking politely at the floor. “I told you to go away,” Jin croaked.

“Is this your secret, hyung?” Yoongi whispered, looking up carefully. Seeing that Jin was covered, he looked up fully.

Jin remained silent, chewing his inner cheek. He felt his entire face burning, his vision blurring with tears. “Please,” he finally whispered.

“Hyung—”

“Stop it,” Jin muttered, turning to face his locker. He sniffled. “You know I’m not.”

“Not what?” Yoongi stepped forward. “You’re Jin-hyung. You’re the eldest of Bangtan, aren’t you? Shoulders gangster and best cook in the dorm. The big brother.”

Jin broke, whimpering softly at the tears slid down his cheeks. “He won’t let us debut if anyone knows. Please… Forget you saw this.”

Yoongi reached out for Jin. He flinched away instinctively, and Yoongi winced. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Jin wiped his nose angrily and grabbed his clean shirt, yanking it over his head. He dug around for his jeans.

“What surgery was he talking about?”

Jin hesitated, glancing over at Yoongi. “You were spying.”

“I was worried,” Yoongi admitted. “You looked so scared leaving the room… I told the guys I was gonna see what was going on. I was going to call out to you after but you hurried in here so fast looking like you were scared. I wanted to see what was wrong. I see now—”

“That I’m a fucking girl?” Jin snapped.

Yoongi blinked. “I see that you aren’t shaped like a boy, sure… But that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a girl, right? You’ve gone this whole time as our brother…”

“I’m trans.” Jin mumbled the word as soft as he could, shame coloring his features further. Yoongi nodded.

“I figured. The company knew? When they hired you?”

Jin nodded. “Turn around,” he said. When Yoongi tilted his head in confusion, Jin held up his clean boxers and jeans. “I’m sweaty and gross. Let me change. I won’t run away.”

“Right. I’ll change too.” Yoongi went to his own locker a few feet down, busying himself with digging out clothes. Jin changed out of his sweaty boxers and into his clean clothes as quickly as he could. He was surprised to see Yoongi changing as normal, not bothering to hide his body as he tugged on his clean items.

“Yeah, the company knew,” Jin finally mumbled. Yoongi fixed his jeans and sat down, pulling his sneakers back on.

“That’s what you meant when I asked you to date me. About it being bigger.”

Jin nodded. “Aren’t you glad you dodged that bullet?”

Yoongi looked over, confusion coloring his features. He tilted his head. “Dodged… What bullet?”

“Me. I mean, if you’d kept pursuing me. Finding out I’m…”

“What?” Yoongi rose, approaching Jin slowly. “You think I like you less because you’re trans?”

Jin shrugged. “Probably. You pursued me to date a guy.”

“I pursued you to date you, idiot. If you said this very second you wanted that date I’d make plans for dinner tonight. You really think I’m that shallow?”

“No, I just—” Jin shrugged. “I’m a freak.”

“You’re not a freak. I’m sorry you feel that way… I’m sure we haven’t done a great job of making you feel less like one either.”

“You guys aren’t at fault.”

“You should have felt comfortable telling us the truth. Like we’d have your back.”

Jin shook his head. “It’s in my contract. I can’t tell any of you. We could lose our shot of debut if I did.”

“That’s fucked. This is a vital part of you. Even if we had to hide it from the public, this is you, hyung! Why couldn’t you tell us?”

“Come on. A girl living with six boys? Even if the public didn’t find out, think of how it might seem.”

“But you’re not. You’re just another boy. Who cares if you don’t have a dick?” Yoongi paused. “I mean—You… Don’t?”

Jin shook his head, hanging it. “No. Still girl parts.”

“That was the surgery Bang was talking about?”

“Top surgery. To reform my chest. I can’t debut wearing a binder, fans would notice.”

“And the shirt lifts, yeah… I get it.” Yoongi sighed softly. “I don’t like that they told you to hide something so important from us… But I won’t tell anyone. Not until you’re ready to.” Yoongi reached out and grabbed Jin’s hand. “Then I’ll stand with you when you do.”

Jin closed his eyes, fighting back tears once more – This time ones of relief. “Yoongi—”

“Hey, hyung…” Yoongi smiled when Jin opened his eyes. “Don’t be scared. You’re a part of our group, okay? You’re our eldest. We’ll never let you fall.”

Jin drew in a shaky breath, his face twisting a little as he struggled not to sob. He went forward, hugging Yoongi tightly.

Yoongi gasped and Jin pulled back, embarrassed. He instinctively crossed his arms over his chest. “Sorry. I know that’s… Probably different now. Knowing… Thanks anyway.” Jin turned, shoving his clothes into his backpack. It was his turn to tense when Yoongi snaked his arms around his middle, hugging his back.

“It’s not different. I just wasn’t expecting it. Don’t be different around me just because I know, hyung. That would break my heart.”

Jin turned, still in the circle of Yoongi’s arms. He looked down at him. Yoongi smiled crookedly.

“I wasn’t lying before… I do like you. I just know someone like me has so much baggage… That’s so much to handle.”

“What is?” Yoongi shrugged, still not letting go. “I’ll keep your secret whether you were dating me or not. I might fuck up. I’ve never had a friend who’s trans, so I might make mistakes. And I want you to correct me if I say something insensitive. But it doesn’t change anything. And it’s not too much baggage. So, if that’s the only thing keeping this from becoming something more… Please don’t let it. I’ll be waiting for you if you want me.”

Jin nodded. “I can’t… Not… Not with so much coming up. Please just… Give me a while to think?”

“Always.” Yoongi squeezed his middle. “So, are you really leaving tomorrow?”

Jin nodded. “The travel plans and stuff are what they gave me today.”

“You’ll text me, right? Tell me when you’re going under and how it went?”

“I—”

“What’s the good in having a friend who knows if can’t share? And selfishly…” Yoongi shrugged, letting go of Jin. “I’m scared for you.”

“It’s a pretty simple procedure. And I don’t have a huge chest, so it should be pretty successful.”

“Will you change with us? After? The guys do notice… That you never share showers or change with us like everyone else.”

“Does it bother them? What do they think?” Jin worried.

“They don’t know. We figured maybe you had scars or something ugly, something you’re ashamed of.”

“Well… They’re not wrong, but… Not exactly scars.”

“Still.” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry you’ve gone through this alone this whole time, Jin-hyung. I wish I could have helped.”

“You guys are always helping. You make me feel good about myself.”

Yoongi sat on the bench. “So the company… They knew you were trans right away?”

“Not right away. When they scouted me I was already transitioning and passing. I confessed right away but they liked my look enough to give me a shot. I knew it would be harder and there were stipulations. No coming out, no telling a soul, even my parents are required to have non-disclosure agreements.”

“What about after debut? Won’t kids recognize you from school?”

“Not many. I’ve been wildly fortunate enough to have parents that really supported me, even transitioning. They moved my schools once I changed my name and started my hormones. So almost anyone that knows me knows me as a boy. I never dated and no one ever saw my body. My dead name was fully different. I’m sure if people dug hard enough they could find it, but I’m not worried.”

“You’ve never dated? You’re a virgin?”

Jin shrugged. “What? Did you think my arrogance was real?” He chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve… I mean I’m disgusting. And gay. Who would want to date me? No gay guy in his right mind wants a boy with a vagina.”

“That’s stupid,” Yoongi argued. “Anyone who cares more about that than you as a person isn’t worth your time. They should be dating you for you, not for a dick.”

Jin shrugged. “Either way. I got signed on as a boy, with the agreement to keep silent about what was under my clothes. The company has gone to great lengths to keep it a secret.”

“The surgery…”

“Out of country. I’m flying to Japan for it.”

“I wish I could come with you. You’ll be all alone…” “I’ll be okay.”

“Jin-hyung—” The door opened and the remaining five members poured in, laughing and being generally noisy. Jin smiled and shrugged at Yoongi.

“What the hell was that about?” Namjoon asked as soon as he spotted Jin.

“Nothing serious. I have to leave for a few weeks. Emergency.”

“When are you going?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“But what about practice?” Jungkook worried, peeking over Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still practice,” Jin teased, shoving Jungkook’s head playfully.

“Good, you need it,” Jimin teased.

Jin glared and threw his sweats at Jimin’s head across the room. “Hey! Be respectful. I feed you.”

Jimin cackled and threw them back at Jin, turning to change. Yoongi rose again, setting a hand on Jin’s lower back. Their gazes met and Jin smiled softly, nodding once. He turned back to Namjoon.

“It shouldn’t be too long. Two weeks, three at most. I’ll keep you updated, and I’m sure the company will too.”

“Okay, sounds good. It’s not too serious, is it?”

“No, not at all,” Jin said, smiling brightly. “Just something that needs to get done before we debut. No time after.”

“Sure. Of course. Let us know when you leave?”

“It’s early, like five. You’ll all still be sleeping, I’m sure.”

“Can I come with you to the airport?” Yoongi asked softly.

“I—” Jin hesitated. “I’d be okay with that, but you have to ask our manager.”

Yoongi nodded. “I’ll do that.”

“Let’s go get dinner, I’m starving,” Taehyung whined. Jimin leaned on him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re always starving.”

“True. I’m a growing boy!”

“You’re a fluffy boy,” Hoseok joked, poking him in the tummy. Taehyung batted at him, laughing. They gathered up their bags and headed out in a group, loud as the majority talked over one another on the way to their van. Jin hung back, watching his group with a soft smile. Even with his secret, staying quiet, this was his family. He wanted only the best for them. No matter what. Yoongi turned, meeting Jin’s gaze. He smiled broadly at Jin, falling back a little to walk with him.

“We’ve got your back, hyung.”

“Thank you,” Jin whispered. He knew there might be some hurt feelings, and some confusion if he were to come out to the group as a whole, and he was sure not everyone may be immediately okay with a trans member. But the sentiment was there, and that was what mattered to him.

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prettyboypeterparker · 5 years ago

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Peter stands behind Obadiah, head mostly bowed and eyes fixed on Obadiah’s black Gucci dress shoes. Peter’s fingers toy with the back of the older man’s suit jacket, bored out of his mind.

“Come Peter.” Obadiah commands, voice sharp with a tone that says ‘now’.

Peter nods his head softly and takes the waiting hand, Obadiah pulls him along the casino not caring that Peter still hasn’t gotten use to his heels. Peter stumbles along but eventually stops when he bumps into the back of Obadiah, Peter peers around the man’s arm and takes at look at what stopped his fiancée.

“Tony Stark, long time no see.” Obadiah let’s go of Peter’s hand and goes to shake Tony’s.

“Stane, I see you’ve found yourself some arm candy.” Peter flushes at Tony’s words.

“You’re mistaking my fiancée for a whore, all is forgiven though.” Obadiah smiles and lets go of Tony’s hand to tuck it around Peter’s waist.

Peter’s surprised that Obadiah is even letting him stand by his side, he must really not like Tony Stark.

“Excuse me, usually you’re never this attached. Congratulations on your engagement.” Tony raises his drink and winks at Peter.

Obadiah doesn’t seem too happy and turns slightly towards Peter.

“Why don’t you go fetch me a drink, pet.” Peter looks between the older man and Tony before nodding.

Peter leaves the two men in search of the bar which is nearly at the other side of the casino, he orders Obadiah his usual and even treats himself to a fruity drink before taking his time to walk back. Peter finishes his drink before he gets back to Obadiah, he usually doesn’t like Peter drinking so he ditches the glass near a slot machine and holds the scotch in both hands.

Obadiah is still talking with Tony when Peter gets back, they’re talking in hushed whispers and Peter assumes that it’s about business.

“Here sir.” Peter murmurs as he hands over the frosted glass tumbler.

Obadiah takes the glass and flicks him off, Peter takes a step back and bows his head, eyes trained on Obadiahs shoes again.

“Now that isn’t how you treat your fiancèe Stane, little respect goes a long way.” Peter tenses up when Obadiah grabs his arm tightly.

“I’ll treat him however I want, isn’t that right pet?” Obadiahs fingers dig further into his arm causing Peter’s teeth to grit.

“Yes sir.” Peter wishes Tony hadn’t of said anything, for what he’s done Peter is going to suffer for.

Obadiah forces a finger under his chin and makes him look up.

“Good boy.” He pushes Peter to the side, a slosh of scotch drenching his white fur coat.

Peter whines low and quiet in his throat as he tugs his coat off, the fur is already staining quickly and realistically he knows Obadiah will just buy him another but he still liked this one.

“I’m going to go back to our room.” Peter says softly.

“Hm.” Obadiah doesn’t care, just turns back to Tony.

Peter takes one last look at his fiancée and Tony before grabbing his keycard and making his way to the lobby of the casino. As Peter waits for the elevator he frustratedly slips his heels off and holds them in his hands as he walks barefoot into the elevator, just before the door closes a hand slides between them and forces them to slide back open.

“Mind if I... I was hoping I’d catch you.” Tony says as he steps into the elevator.

Peter frowns and crowds himself into a corner.

“I don’t think I caught your name.” Peter fiddles with his diamond bracelet before sighing.

“Peter.” Tony nods and leans up against the mirrored wall.

“Does he always treat you like that?” Peter stares at Tony rudely.

“It’s none of your business what my fiancée does to me.” Obadiah has beaten the response into Peter.

Don’t let them pry into our lives pet, they don’t understand that our kind of love is different.

Peter knows Obadiah is a bad man. He’s not stupid.

“Fair enough. It’s just, well, the bruises on your arms tell me differently.” Tony says, voice calm.

“Why do you even care?” Peter can’t help but ask.

“Because sometimes all it takes is one thing for an abused person to realise that they deserve better. In this case I’d be that thing, if you were in fact getting abused.” Tony stares at Peter, brown eyes soft and warm. Not like Obadiahs piercing blue eyes.

“Thanks for the concern Mr Stark but I’m not being abused.” He is, god he wishes he could tell him.

“Of course, sorry for prying.” The elevator falls quiet.

When they hit the twentieth floor Tony turns to Peter and smiles.

“If anything happens, my room is 220.” Tony leaves the elevator.

Peter watches him as the doors close and takes a shaky breath when the elevator starts moving again.

God why didn’t he say anything? That was his out.

Before Peter can change his mind he stabs the twentieth floor button and waits for the elevator to go through the other floors before escaping out onto the floor he had only watched Tony walk down moments ago.

Peter hitches his dress up and jogs down the hallway until he finds room 220. Peter hesitates before knocking, if he does this there’s no going back. Peter knocks twice and the door swings open.

“I thought you might come.” Tony steps away from the door and ushers Peter in.

The room is lavish, all greens and silvers and certainly has a great view. Peter stands by the window looking out when a hand lands softly on his shoulder.

“Would you like a change of clothes? Diamonds and sheer lace is gorgeous don’t get me wrong but I figured you’d wanna be comfortable.” Tony is holding what looks like sweats and a well worn band shirt.

Peter thanks him and starts to undress.

“Woah, not that I don’t like what I’m seeing but maybe you should change in the bathroom?” Oh yeah.

Peter isn’t use to having his own privacy, because whatever is his is everyone else’s. Obadiah didn’t like him hiding, taught him to not be ashamed of his body. Peter knows it was only for his sick pleasure, once again, he’s not stupid.

Peter changes in the bathroom and even rids his face of the small dusting of makeup, he folds his dress up and leaves the bathroom to see Tony sitting on one of the arm chairs.

“Thank you.” Peter says as he places the dress on the coffee table by his coat.

“It’s no biggie, Stanes an asshole and shouldn’t be treating you like your expendable.” Tony seems to be nursing a drink and Peter notices that his red shirt his unbuttoned a little and his shoes are nowhere to be seen.

“I’ve been planning to get away for a while now, there’s just never a good opportunity for me. Obadiah always knows where I am, he has people tailing me at all times because of the last incident.” Peter mentions as he settles on a comfy looking arm chair.

“He let you go off on your own this time.” Peter snorts.

“Just because you can’t seem them doesn’t mean they can’t see you.” Obadiah had said the same thing to him after the first time he tried to escape.

“That man is fucked in the head.” Peter nods.

“Tell me about it.” Tony leans forward and sets his drink down.

“How’d you get with him in the first place?”

“My parents died and promised me to him as payment for their debt.” Peter admits, it’s sad but true.

“Shit. Do you have any other family?” Peter nods.

“My Aunt May, she lives in Queens.” Tony rubs at his beard then makes a small noise.

“I can take you to her?” Peter tenses.

“You can’t, she’d be in so much danger, Obadiah would go after her. He already threatened to kill her if I didn’t stay.”

“I could protect you and your Aunt, Peter. I’m surprised you haven’t recognised me but I do own more than half of Manhattan. Being the Don has its perks.” Peter takes a moment to think over Tony’s words.

“You’re the man Obadiah’s so afraid of?” Tony chuckles.

“He’s only scared because I could make him go missing in an instant.” Peter has an idea pop into his head.

“If you protect me and my Aunt I can help you bring him down. I know everything about everything, Obadiah thought I was some stupid slut that never listened but I could tell you anything. I could even get you inside his office where he keeps all his plans.” Peter says excitedly.

“You’d do that?” Tony stands from his chair.

“If I can have the chance to bring this fucker down hell yeah!” Tony laughs and walks to Peter.

“I have such a good feeling about you Peter.”

Peter holds the gun against Obadiahs head, pastel pink muzzle digging into his temple.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment since forever.” Peter says as he takes the safety off.

“C’mon love don’t play with your prey, we have a reservation to get to. You’re Aunt won’t wait any longer.” Peter pouts at Tony who comes to stand behind him.

Tony slides one arm around his waist and the other follows down his arm and wraps around his trigger hand, finger coming to the trigger above Peter’s.

“And just when it was getting fun.” Peter clicks his tongue and lets Tony pull the trigger.

Obadiah slumps and Peter wipes the muzzle of the gun on the dead man’s shirt getting rid of residual blood.

“You look so hot when you kill baby.” Tony says as he takes Peter’s hand in his own.

“I know.” Peter smiles at his husband and tucks his gun into the holster around his thigh.

“Shall we?” Tony leads Peter out of the office and down to the waiting car.

Happy drives them to the restaurant where they celebrate their first anniversary as a married couple.

#starker #tony x peter #obadiah stane is peter’s fiancèe #obadiah is abusive #abuse warning #mafia starker #death

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rosierocks30 · 4 years ago

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Hidden: Ch.5

Warning: this chapter has some dark themes.

Chapter 5: Walking down old memories

Levi was sitting on a chair looking at his sleeping wife. It has been a crazy day. The captain had been reflecting on the rescue mission earlier. His fears almost became a reality. The thought of losing her was the worst. Luckily, he arrived with Historia to a doctor who quickly attended to her. One of the perks being recognized as queen. Earlier, the doctor was giving Levi a hard time since he was not a relative to the queen, but he clarified the doctor that he’s her ‘bodyguard’ whose duty was to protect Her Grace at all cost. Of course, the doctor did not know about it, but gave in. After the check up, the doctor explained to Levi that so far everything is stabilized and she needs to rest a lot from the distress she had endured. Most important be on the lookout if heavy bleeding happens within twenty-four hours. He’ll make sure Historia rests as much she needs despite her protest when she wakes up.

Right now, they checked into a room at an inn along most of his comrades since it was too late to get to the capitol especially how Historia’s condition is at the moment. His hand was rubbing gently on the queen’s baby bump. Since Historia is asleep, he took the opportunity to lean to the belly and whispers to the unborn. “Listen brat, stay strong. You’re an Ackerman; we fight until our last breath. Besides, you’ll break your mother’s heart. So don’t die on us kiddo.” As he continues, a hand grabs his hand gently. Levi glanced up to see his wife waking up. “Mmm, Levi? Where am I?” Historia looks around while trying to sit up. The raven haired man gets up to stop her moving. “Tch, take it easy. The doctor said you should be resting.” Historia gives in and lets her husband tuck the blanket on her. She turned his body to lay on her side to face better at Levi. “We’re in a room of an inn that I checked in.” The queen nods from Levi said. “Levi...about Eren…” She was worried, but Levi interrupted her. “Historia, I’m not mad at you about the stunt Jaeger did to you.” Historia sigh. “I meant about the kiss.” Levi glanced at her and stayed silent. Now, the blonde haired woman is biting her lips nervously. “Levi, you know I love you, only you. I didn’t know he has feelings for me, but you don’t need to worry.” She grabs his hand to squeeze it gently. The soldier was still quiet. “Levi? Please say something...anything.” Levi’s mind was full of ways to torture Eren. He was trying to contain his rage. Nobody can’t touch or have Historia, especially that Jaeger brat. Historia is his. His stern eyes finally stare down at his wife. The captain sits on the edge of the bed next to her. “I love you too Historia, but next time when I see him; I’ll kill him. Don’t try to stop me. Both Jaeger brothers had crossed the line.” He said his declaration. Historia knows once Levi has his mind set in; he won’t let go until it’s complete. “Alright....fair enough.” She said then move a little bit to make room for her husband to lay next to her on the bed. “Come join me. I missed your cuddles. Don’t worry no one will see your softie side, my love” She giggles while the man in front of her rolls his grey eyes. He lifts the side of the blanket to lay down and wraps his arms around Historia to cuddle her. The queen smiles and snuggles into his arms. She feels safe and sounds just like what she had been craving recently. “Tch, it’s still late, go back to sleep. In the morning we’ll go back to take you to the castle.” Levi caresses her face like a delicate porcelain doll. He watches her eyes get heavy as she drifts back to sleep. “Goodnight, my husband.” The queen whispered. The captain holds her as he also closes his eyes to go to sleep. “Goodnight, my wife.”

The sunlight shines on the blonde haired figure. She moves gently from waking up from her sleep. Blue eyes are now open and gaze around until she sees a familiar figure right beside her sleeping. Historia smiles and admires seeing a rare sight of her husband sleeping in peace. His closed eyes showed less dark eyes whenever he slept through the night with her. Usually, Levi doesn’t sleep due to nightmares and terrible memories he has gone through since he was a boy. Why bother to ruin this beautiful moment? If Historia decided not to be a queen, she would be happy living in the Orphanage at the farm with Levi waking up and getting ready while she helps him like a dutiful wife. Sadly, this life didn’t bless her true dream, but being a royal; she doesn’t have the luxury that most people have freedom to decide how they want to live. This is the price of her marriage being a secret. For the truth will only bring chaos. There’s a chance their relationship will be exposed from few more people now knowing of their marriage and their unborn child that she’s carrying. Her stomach growls and rubs her belly. “Shhh you’ll wake up your father. Let’s give him an hour more.” The queen soft whisper used to talk to the baby inside her. She’s hungry, but doesn’t mind to wait for a bit longer.

Historia gets up slowly from making sure she doesn’t wake up Levi. She felt so much better from yesterday's terrifying experience. Historia didn’t know what would happen if her husband and the Survey Corps hadn't come to save her on time. Her body shivers just from thinking the worst scenario that could have happened. The young queen goes to the bathroom to take a nice shower. She feels dirty and probably stinks. Historia is surprised Levi didn’t complain how stinky and dirty she was. Her hand holds on the knob of the shower to turn on and let the water fall down on the tub. While the water slowly turns cold water into warm, she begins to strip her clothes and let it fall on the floor. Once she’s naked, the blonde haired pregnant woman gets into the tub and feels the warm water hits on her skin. “Mmmm this is nice.” Historia whispers as she enjoys it. She instinctively placed her hands on her small baby bump to slowly rub it. Her child is growing week by week which now if she had worn something tight, people would be talking about her pregnancy. Hm, they would probably think she whore herself to be queen and got knocked up as her consequence. Of course, they don’t know the truth. One day, her kingdom will need to know the truth even if it's sooner than she had hope for. The queen had to mentally prepare herself for the worst. Levi would get too overprotective and with Eren and Zeke are still into hiding, more plates are added for her to stress over. Once she’s finished showering, Historia turns off the water and grabs a clean towel to wrap around her body then steps out of the tub. She grabbed another towel to dry her wet blonde hair. The queen gets out of the bathroom and sees her husband now awake. “Oh, morning Levi. Have you slept well?” She smiles.

Levi had just woken up from hearing the sound of running water from the shower. Huh? Historia is probably in there. He said mentally to himself. The captain sits up to stretch his arm and back. He rarely sleeps well like this, but he rarely sleeps at all. Levi decides to wait until his wife comes out from showering. He should check on the rest of his comrades to make sure they get ready to leave the inn and go back to Mitras. They have an hour on horseback to get to the city capital. Just when he was about to get up from the bed, his wife finished and came out with nothing but a towel wrap around her wet and nude body. Levi was too absorbed in roaming his eyes on her. He barely heard her saying morning to him. The short man gets up to walk towards his wife and hugs her from the back. He leans to kiss her neck and finally speak. “Morning, my love.” Historia can hear his tone becoming husky. She giggled from his kisses on her sensitive neck. “Mmmm Levi, you’re in a good mood. This is very surprising.” She smiles then turns her body to face her husband. He scoffs lightly. “Tch, shut up. I’m just lucky I have a strong beautiful woman in my life.” Historia embraces his affections. “Then, I’m also lucky to have a handsome strong but gentle heart man I fell in love with.” She leans in to kiss his lips. “When I joined the Survey Corp and I met you, I couldn’t stop blushing. Beside having that tough scary look, you were most of the girls’ crushes.” Historia giggles when Levi rolls his eyes. “Tch, if I knew they were crushing on me, I would make them do laps then put on cleaning duties. I would have made you join them.” He smirks as Historia pouts and punches his chest. He chuckles as her punches feel ticklish. “Humph! Yet in the end you couldn’t get enough of me after that day.” Her hand cups his clothed bulge to squeeze it teasingly. Levi grunts then growls from her bold gesture. Historia smirks victoriously.

“What was that, honey? I can’t understand you.” She still smirks while massaging roughly on his hard bulge. Levi was mumbling incoherently. “Fuck Historia, ok you win!” He moans then his wife’s hand let go of his bulge. Shit now he’s hard and horny. He’ll get her back. Historia laughs feeling victorious until she is being lifted then being pinned on the bed. She blinked her eyes as everything went too fast for her to react. Now, her blue eyes meet stormy grey ones. “L-levi, was that necessary?” The queen pouts but feels the excitement as the captain had pin her on the mattress. Levi leans to whisper her ear. “Probably, since now I am going to need your full attention down there.” He presses his hard crotch between her legs which Historia blushes more from feeling his manhood throbbing on her. Her panting increases while her legs slowly spread. Levi strokes her thigh then kisses her passionately and roughly. Historia’s free arm wraps around his neck to mutually kiss her husband. Both lovers were lost into each other's warmth and lust. “Hey Captain Levi and Your Majesty! Are you both awake? It’s Hange!” A knock on the door interrupted their almost morning sex. Levi was grumbling and cruising from his commander interrupting at the wrong time. “I swear why do we get interrupted when we are about to-” The grey eyed soldier gets up from his queen to go open the door but only stick his head out to see Hange on the other side of the door. “What do you want, Four Eyes?” Levi glares at his commander. Commander Hange grins when she realizes her friend and comrade looked dishevel. “Oh? Am I interrupting something very important?” The brunette wiggles up and down her eyebrows. On the other hand, Levi’s eye twitches from trying not to punch his high up. “Tch, seriously shitty glasses, what is it?”

Hange glances at Levi then her facial expression becomes serious. “We found one of the Jeagerists followers and captured him. We were interrogating him all night but he was stubborn not to speak.” This caught Levi’s attention. “That’s because you guys aren’t doing it right. So where do you have this shithead located?” His eyes give off a dangerous look. The captain was ready to personally have a chat with the prisoner. “We have him in the stables of the inn. Just make sure to keep him alive.” the dark hair woman steps back to turn. “Oh by the way, breakfast is about to close in half an hour.” The commander walks away while Levi closes the door. Historia has been listening to the conversation between both captain and commander. “Levi, let me come with you to interrogate the prisoner.” Before Historia continues to persuade her husband, Levi shuts her down. “Absolutely not.” “What do you mean absolutely not?” The queen frowned. “I need to be there too, Levi. So, you can’t stop me.” Levi grit his teeth in frustration. “Please Historia, don’t make things difficult. Think for the sake of our child. Beside the doctor said when you were unconscious that you should be in a less stressful environment especially what had happened from being kidnapped last night.” His palm rests on her rosy cheek to stroke gently and tries to convince her to not go to meet the prisoner. Historia sighs in defeat. “What did the doctor say?” She said in concern. “He said you need to be careful because you might miscarry the baby if you end up in a distress situation so it's best to remain calm and rest as much as possible. Also, he will stop by after breakfast to check up on you.” The blonde haired woman nods. “Alright, I won’t go but promise me you will tell me what happens when you interrogate him please.” Her blue eyes glanced right into Levi’s grey eyes. “Ok, I promise.” He said. “Go eat. You need more food for the both of you.” The captain leaned forward to kiss her forehead. The queen embraces his affection then she cups his face to kiss his lips tenderly. “Let me change first before you leave.” Historia steps back then goes to change into a casual but appropriate dress for a queen. Levi sent one of his comrades to buy a spare dress for his wife since the clothes she wore were covered in dirt and torn from the fight of rescuing her yesterday night. At first, Levi was thinking about waking up earlier to go to a shop that’s open early but when his comrade, Connie came back with a dress; the raven haired man was pleased that one of the shops closed a bit late. Now, Historia put it on that was laid on the bed for her to see. She frowned at first. “Levi, aren’t there spare uniforms the squads sometimes bring for emergencies?” Historia wasn’t a big fan of dresses and gowns but she wore them only for formal events or having an audience. She liked to wear trousers and a blouse with boots since they are very comfortable. Sometimes she did wear long skirts which is the only ladylike clothing she’ll wear.

“There are but you were complaining that other day that most of your clothes were getting too tight, so instead of pants and a shirt, I sent Connie to buy a comfortable dress with my money.” He sees Historia glares. “I can still fit in them, I’m not fat....yet.” Levi sighs and pinch his nose with his fingers. Great, already the infamous mood swings are kicking in. “Oi woman, you’re going to look beautiful even when you get bigger.” Maybe he should have worded carefully because Historia’s eyes looked a bit pissed off. Her arms were now crossed on her chest and her body face away from him. Levi realized he has to tone it down for both of their sakes. He doesn’t know how to handle this pregnancy thing. “Historia, I don’t care what you look like. You’re always beautiful.” He steps forward to his wife and wraps his arms around her waist to hug her from behind. His nose pressed on her golden hair to inhale her sweet scent. “Even if I get huge, will you still touch me?” Her insecurity becomes visible. “I’ll do more than just touching you.” His hands roamed down to her hips while kissing her neck. “I’ll worship you with my tongue like the goddess you are.” his tone becomes deeper with each word he forms. Historia feels her heart beating fast from the way Levi makes her feel hot and needy for him. When Levi starts to nibble on her skin, a moan escapes which the raven haired man smirks from the reaction he causes for her. As things get a bit further with these lovebirds, the captain pulls away before they get further. “We’ll continue later at the palace.” Levi said while panting and resting his forehead against hers. Historia nods and pecks his lips. “I’ll hold you on to that then.” She smirks then fixes herself to look presentable. Alright I’m ready to be escorted for breakfast, captain.” The queen goes to the door to open it. Levi had also fixed himself then followed his queen to the door. “Let’s hurry, you got 10 mins left before they closed breakfast.” Levi grunts then he realizes they wasted almost half an hour from getting breakfast. As they both left the room, Levi Ackerman saw one of the scouts hanging out by the entrance of the inn’s dining hall. “Soldiers! Escort the queen to the tables and make sure she gets her breakfast. Also, guard her while I have important business I need to deal first.” His tone was stern as he ordered his subordinates. Both soldiers nod as they salute their superior officer. Before the captain leaves, he faces Historia and bow in respect. “I’ll take my leave, Your Grace.” He awaits for the queen to dismiss him. “Thank you for escorting me, Captain Ackerman. You are dismissed.” Now her tone was firm and commanding which Levi made his blood rush with endorphins. Fuck, he can’t wait until they get back to the royal palace soon. Levi has always been into strong women since his own mother was a strong woman. In his opinion, what his own late mother had endured at the brothel and yet still manage to have an optimistic mind that one day she will save enough money to get out of this shit hole to become citizens up on the surface. She had always been the type of mother to put him first so he can have the best childhood possible.

For a kid like him that had grown up in the Underground. He did have an ok childhood when his mother was alive. That's the most achievable a whore mother had done. She made sure Levi was taught to read and write to at least survive, but his writing skill had improved better when Shitty Glasses taught him more how to write better and earn his position as Captain of the Survey Corps when he got promoted. Zoe Hange is the only close friend that’s alive. Furlan, Isabel then Erwin had died for their cause. When he was a small brat, he had a best friend. She was carefree and loves to play the mud which Levi had hated when they wrestle on the mud. She had freckles around her face and dirty blonde hair that was braided into two but her eyes were emerald green. Both their mothers were good friends at one point since they all lived in the same brothel. Unfortunately, like most children of a whore, wasn’t lucky like Levi. One day, his friend, Jessie kept appearing with bruises but had tried to hide it from Levi. He was upset and confused when he found out why she keeps appearing with bruises. Destinia Waterson, Jessie’s mother, fell in love with one of her clients, who was a notorious drug lord in the Underground. Jessie’s mom was starting to act peculiar. She used to love to keep her room clean and tidy so both her and Jessie can be comfortable as they can. It’s one of the reasons both her and his mother became fast friends and he had great respect for Ms. Waterson until she began dating that fat piece of shit.

Drugs had consumed the once beautiful Ms. Waterson. Her beauty was rare like his mother’s. Both were the most requested whores in the Underground. One morning, he finished his breakfast and went to the room where Jessie had lived with her mother. When he got there and knocked on the door, Ms. Waterson appeared and said Jessie doesn’t live here anymore. She was gone. Run away from home. Tch, what a fucking lied that was. He remembered what really happened to her.

A small raven haired boy ran back to the room where his mother was cleaning the room. “Levi, sweetie? What’s wrong?” Kuchel Ackerman glanced at her son concernedly. The boy was quiet as his eyes looked down on the floor. The woman observed to see his fist tighten and his body shaken in fury. “S-she’s gone mom.” His whisper sounded upset. Ms. Ackerman frowned. “Gone? Jessie is not at home?” She was confused about what her son was trying to say to her. “Yes. She’s gone. Ms. Waterson said she ran away.” He finally looked up at his mother. Kuchel was heartbroken when she saw tears from her sweet baby. The raven haired beauty goes to hug her son. “I’m sorry my darling. We’ll go look for her, but I am going to talk to Destinia first. Wait right here. I’ll be back.” Kuchel got up from hugging her child and walked out of the room to go talk to her estranged friend. Levi waited a couple of hours for his mom. His head moved to see the door slam opened and his mother was pushed in and fell on the ground. The boy got up quickly to help his mother up. “Mom!” Suddenly, he was yanked from his mother. He glared at the man who dared to grab him. “Let go of me! You asshole!” Ethan Hitch, the notorious drug lord, scoffed at Levi. “Shut up you brat! Be a good boy and leave while your cunt mother spread her legs for me.” Ethan laughed along with his men who were just entering the room. Levi was glaring hard at these vile men. “Touch my mother and I fucking swear I will kill you!” His eyes held so much fire and disgust for the men. “Oh what a bold statement this little rat has? You got guts, kid. You should work for me. Maybe you’ll help your mommy from having a part time job. What do you say kid? I’m a generous man after all.” Levi was not having it so he decided to spit on his face. The drug lord growls in anger. “You piece of shit, you a dead kid!” He threw Levi and watched as the boy hit himself on the wall. Kuchel screamed in fright and ran to protect her son. “No, please Ethan. I beg of you. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. I will do anything.” Her tears weep as she holds her precious baby tightly. “Fine, I’ll let the brat live. Kid, get out unless you want to watch us do what your mother really does as her job.” Levi was disgusted again by the older man’s comment. Kuchel didn’t let go of her son to make sure he doesn’t enrage the drug lord. She glanced at her child. “Levi, please listen to me. I want you to help Mr. Douglas. I’m sure after you help, he’ll give you a nice free warm meal.” Kuchel wants her son to be away from this room for a few hours or more. No child shouldn’t hear what she was about to endure soon. Levi was about to argue, but Ms. Ackerman became stern. “Don’t argue with me young man. Now go march to Mr. Douglas.” Levi frowned in defeat and walked away from the room but gave off his death glare at the three scums.

In the end, she got sick from those filthy shitheads and passed it on whatever disease they got. Even when she got sick, his mother put on a smile to keep telling him everything would be fine.

My son, don’t worry. Everything will be fine. You’ll see. I promise you. We’ll go live up to the surface...

What a load of bullshit. That was the last thing he said to her before she died. The guilt was eating him up for years. He could have given the best last moments for her, but with all the frustration and anger at the world; he didn’t hold in. the one thing she was right, he made it out to live up on the surface. The great links a mother will do for her child. Maybe she did have some contact with Kenny to beg him to take her precious boy? It doesn’t matter anyways. Kenny did have a soft spot for his baby sister and took Levi under his wings until he was old enough to take care of himself. During his time being under Kenny’s wings, Levi got a side job as hitman. It was the day he found Jessie since the day she supposedly ran away.

Levi was in some saloon where the notorious gangs and crime lords hang out to flash off their stupid egos. Levi was now in his teens and looking for another job. He found the same man who gave him the last job he took. As he went there, the man greeted him and gave him the next victim’s location. Levi accepted and headed out to succeed his mission. He ends up in a nice fancy like place where probably some big shot lives. While he sneaked in, he got caught by a woman. It might have been one of the whores.

“Levi? Is that you?” The raven haired teen turned around and raised his brow at her. Who is this girl? Had she met him before? Levi began to observe each detail feature if he could recognize her.

“Levi, it’s me Jessie. Do you remember when we used to play mud wrestle as kids?” The girl gave a warm smile which made him recognize who she was to him.

“Jessie? Damn it, where have you been? Your mom said you ran away.” Levi was surprised seeing his childhood friend. Jessie’s smile turned frown. “Is that what she told you?”

Levi was confused and looked around the place. “Why are you here? Don’t tell me, your-”

“A whore? Yeah, sorry to disappoint you, but I am. It’s the way it is here, Levi.” Jessie gets up from the bed, but has a silky bed sheet wrapped around her naked body. Levi couldn’t stop staring at her. She had grown into a womanly figure. Once upon a time, Levi and Jessie made a pact to run away and get married if things didn't get better for them and their mothers. The raven haired teen thought he’ll never get the opportunity to be with Jessie. Maybe this is it. He can make that happen. Levi knows he can protect her all thanks to that bastard, Kenny who taught him how to fight to survive.

“Hey perv, my eyes are up here.” Jessie rolls her eyes but smirks when Levi snapped from being in trance. He blushed but looked away. “Sorry.” He mumbled.

“You know, I didn’t run away if you have been wondering why I was gone.” She said which caught the other’s attention.

“I was sold by Ethan when mom couldn’t pay her debts from the drugs she got addicted to.” Levi’s eyes widen from this revelation. “I didn’t know...I have looked for you.” He whispered.

“Really?” Her eyes shined with hope and walked closer to him.

“Yeah.” His face became flushed again. “Come with me. Let’s make our promise happen.” Levi grabbed her hand and pulled her gently. Jessie stopped. “Wait Levi, if Raymond finds out I disappear, he’ll hunt down us.” She was worried. Levi glanced at her and scoffed.

“Like I’ll let that cunt find us. If he did, I won’t hesitate to slit his throat.” His tone was cold which sent goosebumps to Jessie. The dirty blonde haired girl contemplated the thought of whether to leave with Levi or not.

“Alright, let’s do this.” She nodded. “So where’s your clothes?” Levi looked around to find her clothes. Jessie sighed. “Um, I didn’t come here with them...Raymond forbade me to wear nothing but only jewels.” The way her voice sounded was disgusted and ashamed.

Levi feels his jaw tighten from anger raising. He tries to remain calm while searching for anything for her to wear so they can leave this place. His eyes spotted a rag shirt and grabbed it. “Here wear this.” He tossed it to her. Jessie caught it but glanced at him. “Aren’t you gonna turn around?” She said and Levi nodded then turned away so Jessie can change into it. After she got changed, both began leaving the room.

Once they reached the exit, but the door opened; few men walked in. “Well well what do we have here?” The big stocky man grinned from seeing both teens trying to escape. “Jessie, I’m so disappointed in you. Trying to run away from me? After all the things I’ve showered you with luxury and comfort, but you decided to be with this scrawny little shit?” The same man walked forward to them while Levi moved Jessie to protect her behind him. “Gentlemen, let’s teach this brats a lesson about stealing and disobeying.” The big man snapped his fingers to command his lackeys. Now, Levi swinged his knife at the other men to get away from them. “You must be the bastard called Raymond?” Levi’s tone was cold as he glared at the main guy.

“Ah, it seems Jessie has told you about me? Tell me boy, who are you so I can hang your body with your name on it so the Underground will fear not to cross me.” Raymond's sinister laugh echoed in the room along with his men.

Jessie was scared for Levi’s life which she knew Raymond was notorious for hanging his enemies’ corpses to display fear and power in this stinky underground city. “No! Please Raymond, let Levi go. I swear I will be obedient and loyal to you.” She cried to plead to her owner.

“Levi? Huh? Now that I think about it. You do look like your mother. It’s such a shame she was gone since you don’t find pretty whores these days. She definitely had talent under the sheet. Am I right guys?” He laughed and nudged one of his lackeys.

“In the memories of Kuchel, I’ll give you a quick death, after all the only guilt I had was giving her the illness that caused her death.” The cruelest man mumbled. Levi was in the state of shock from this news. The fiery emotion burning through his veins. His heart beats louder. His tears fell from the hatred and broken soul he carried. So this filth was the reason his precious mother had left him from this cruel fucked up world? Wait, so does that mean he gave Jessie the same illness that killed his mother?

A weak but sickly cough coming from behind him confirmed one of his questions. No no not Jessie? Not the girl he...had strong feelings since childhood. Levi was distracted when a bang sound was heard and a scream. “NO!” The boy snapped back to reality to see his childhood crush in front of him to protect him from the gunshot. “Jessie no!” He held on to her as her body limped. She looked at him struggling to breathe. “I’m s-sorry...I h-have to b-break our promise. I love you.” Levi choked in tears while the light of her eyes vanished.

“Well damn, see what you did there? I lost my favorite toy. Later once I’m done with you, I will have to get a new replacement.” By then Levi gently placed Jessie’s body on the floor. Before Raymond was about to pull the trigger, Levi didn’t hesitate to charge forward in speed to disarm the gun and slit his back knees to have him on the ground in pain. The lackeys were surprised and tried to pull out their guns. With the same speed, Levi slits their throats as his advantage from their shock instantly killed them. The short teen glared at his victim like a predator stalked his prey.

Raymond glanced to see his best men dead on the floor. “L-levi, wait wait let’s not get to rash about this. I mean there are many girls you can find in this place. I can share you with some of mine.” The fear in the eyes of the Boss Man showed as Levi slowly walked toward him with smear blood from the lackeys. “Shut up. She wasn’t someone who can be replaced. You. You’re the fucking reason why my mother was dead. And now you killed the girl I-I…” The steel grey eyed boy choked from his words what he regretted to say back to Jessie. “That I fucking loved.” His hand gripped the remaining man’s shirt to pull him close to Levi. “Please I’ll give you what you want. Let’s be partners? I give my half to you.” the thug trembled from seeing this disturbing sight from Levi. Who would have thought a midget kid can look like Satan itself. “Oh God please.” He begged. Now Levi had the last laugh as his chuckles became darker. “Oh the irony. You see, there is no reason to wonder where your god is. Cause he’s right here, and he’s fresh out of mercy.” Raymond screamed as Levi’s icy tone gave him chills. Levi twirled his knife with his fingers and slowly tortured the big man into mutilating his body.

It took longer than Levi normally would end someone’s life. By the time he finished, the room was silent. He looked up to see three bodies on the floor which most of the floor is covered with blood. The teen got up to grab the bed sheet Jessie was wrapped around earlier and used it to carefully wrap around her corpse. Once he’s done, Levi carries her corpse to the lavish bed to place it centered. He glanced to his left to see roses bloomed beautifully into the vase. He grabbed them to place the roses on a wrapped corpse. Before he walked out, Levi grabbed a rope and tilted the candle lights on to the floor and the furniture to let the place burn, then dragged the mutilated body of Raymond down to the middle of the street. He tied the dead body to the big pole since this served justice in his opinion. The place smelled burnt bodies. It won’t be long until people will come to put out the fire. The broken boy started walking away while he slowly became numbed.

“Captain? Are you alright?” His thoughts were interrupted by the soft voice of his wife. “Hm? Yes, sorry. Be ready soon because after breakfast, we’ll head out to Mitras.” He said then turns around to start walking away to the stables. Levi once again buried his memories about his past deep into his mind. Right now, it’s not the time for skipping around in memory lane. The Captain of the Survey Corps keeps walking until he enters the stable. The captured man looks up to see Levi with cold deadly eyes ready to torture him.

“Tch, good thing you’re already awake. Let’s play a little game where I make the questions and you answer. The only rule here is you better answer all honestly or pieces of your body will be rip apart. Don’t worry, you will still be functional enough for the MPs to have their turn to interrogate you.” His cool dark tone was causal.

“So tell me old man, what plans do the Jaeger bastards and your little groupie have with the queen?” His fingers naturally twirl the knife when he pulls out from his back pocket.

The older man was silent. His dark eyes observed the captain. Levi growls low when the hostage ignores his threat. “You think this is a joke to you huh?” Levi grabs the collar of the other’s shirt to pull him closer.

“You inherited your mother’s eye, boy, but your spirit is just like your father’s.” The hostage was calm but gave a warm tone. Levi let him go as he didn’t expect this new revelation. “What? What did you just say? Who the fuck are you?” Levi shouted. “Boy, I just said it a few seconds ago. He chuckled. “But hello Levi. It’s finally a pleasure knowing you. I’m your grandfather, my name is William Miles.

A/N: Ok, this is the longest chapter I ever typed. So, before I explain further; I want to make a disclaimer. I don’t own Attack On Titan, and Assassin’s Creed. So yes, I finally planned where I want this story to go. I plan on moving or if I already did it, I have moved this story to the crossover section. Also if anyone got the references of what Levi had said to Raymond before torturing him, it was from SAO abridged when Kirito dealt with Rosalia and her guild. Also, please let me know what you guys think of this chapter so far or this story. Don’t forget to leave a review please. I really appreciate you guys took the time to read and reviewed :D

Thank you so much and stay tuned for the next chapter.

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