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frasers-of-my-heart · 1 year ago

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I’ve got a new canon compliant one shot to share today! I wanted more for and from the Claire/Jenny scene in First Wife so I made it myself 😊 with some other added relationship dynamics as well ❤️

Wounds Left Untreated Cannot Heal

I had spent the day tending to Jamie after Laoghaire’s attack and hearing his side of how they had come together (and apart). I hadn’t forgiven him, but I understood at least to some degree why he had done what he had— the drive to be whole in the wake of losing everything was a feeling I knew all too well. Now, it was time to tend to Jenny. We sat in the kailyard, avoiding each other’s line of sight and waiting for the other to speak first. Jenny sending for Laoghaire to come and find us was still weighing on my heart. Did she care so little for me now? Had she been satisfied to shame and humiliate me? So, here we sat– hurt from the night before and from the last twenty years. I supposed I would have to go first, knowing the woman I’d once called sister…

“Jenny,” I started with a catch in my voice.

“He wasn’t whole when he came home from Culloden.” Jenny sounded cold and far away, but there was something reaching out toward the space between us. I stayed quiet and let her settle into what she was trying to share with me. “His body was there, but his soul… it was… wi’ you I suppose. Wherever that was. Thank God his leg had been slashed apart or he’d have run away from me and gone to join ye. As it was, I had the stronger arm and will of the twa of us. And I wielded it. I’m no healer like you, but I managed it fine enough. He still has the leg, does he no?”

“He does.” I answered matter of factly, having heard from Jamie a few days ago her exact means of keeping it. “You did well, Jenny.” I held back my prior judgment on her methodology.

“Fergus sat with him day and night. Asked what had happened to ye. But Jamie wouldna say a word. About Culloden, you, anything. He only laid there til it was time to force down the tea or broth I’d bring him. He didnae even cry.” Jenny continued to stare straight into the yard, not meeting my eyes. “Eventually, I set Fergus back to his chores. Told him only he could do this or that the right way and to go show Wee Jamie how he did it. I didna want him seeing the only parent he had left that way. Jamie had nothing to give him then.”

Jamie had clearly held back what he had shared with me over the past few days, just as I had. Even last night, when anger had knocked down the walls we’d carefully kept up to protect each other from the harder truths of our time apart, he had kept these details to himself. He was always better at that than me— controlling what he allowed to be revealed. “I didn’t want to leave them. Jamie, Fergus, you. Any of you.” I’m sure she heard me, but she wasn’t ready to be interrupted yet.

“As soon as he was able, he left the house for the cave. Fergus would go out to visit him sometimes or wait for him to come back to Lallybroch from a hunt. I didnae go to the cave m’self. I couldna bare to see it. See him. There. Livin’ like an animal in the woods, nary a voice left in him. The bairns would share stories from what Fergus told ‘em, about Red Jamie turned into the Dunbonnet. He was their hero. But my brother was gone. The Redcoats would come prodding about every couple o’ months, harassing the tenants and taking Ian wi’ ‘em. One day Fergus got it in his heid to harass them back. He led them through a false path, away from home and away from Jamie. They caught on and he teased ‘em, the damned fool. That’s when he lost his hand, ye ken.”

“Fergus told me he had lost it fighting them, but not the exact details.”

“Aye. Jamie couldnae do anythin’ to stop it. That was the first time in all those years that I saw him cry. He still hasna forgiven himself for it.”

“Of course not. Neither have I.” I said the words before I really knew what I was saying. Was I admitting that I didn’t forgive myself either? That I didn’t forgive Jamie for Fergus? For sending me and Brianna away? There was so much that had happened twenty years ago; and in the time since, for all of us. I had had some of it out with Jamie already, but I hadn’t really had the chance to sit with it all quite yet and I couldn’t deny the bitterness that lingered.

“Nor have I.” Jenny replied and the same questions remained of her sentiment as I was asking myself. “That’s when he decided he’d have me turn him in. Said that prison would be no worse than the one he was already in and that we’d all be safer, better off. When he walked into the yard, I could finally see him again. My bráthair. He’d been gone for so long, and he’d come back just long enough to leave me again. They dragged him out to the wagon and I didna ken if or when I’d see him again. I yelled after him that I’d never forgive him. Part of me was putting on the show he said I should, but I also meant every word.”

I sat still, waiting for Jenny to look at me. She finally did and I saw the tears building up in her eyes. She was trying to hold them back, but even she had a limit to the strength of the dam she could put up. And it was cracking. I met her gaze and they started to fall.

“I’m angry too, Jenny. I didn’t want to go. He made me…” How could I finish that thought? I couldn’t tell Jenny everything. Jamie made it clear he didn’t think she could handle the truth. But I needed to make things right between us. As right as they could be,at least. She had bared her anger and truth to me and I owed her the same, however I could manage it. Jamie and I had promised each other we could have secrets, but not lies. Even if I hadn’t made the same vow to Jenny, I felt I owed it to her in some form as well. “He made me tell him goodbye. He didn’t intend to make it back from the battlefield, but he wouldn’t let me follow him. I would have died with him there. But you know your brother.”

“Aye, I do.”

“I couldn’t come back here and endanger your family either. So, he sent me away. And there wasn’t a day that I didn’t think about him and love him in these past twenty years. I missed all of you, terribly. And there was hardly a day that I wasn’t angry at him either. I still am. But I knew he did it to give me a life, one I hadn’t particularly wanted, but I figured I owed it to him to try…” Of course, I couldn’t tell her about Bree. There’d be no way to explain it without the full truth. But having Bree made it easier for me to forgive Jamie, at least for sending me back through the stones. I lived each day of those first months for the promise I had made him to go on, then for her once she had arrived, until one day I found I could finally go on for myself too. I stopped seeing him in every little thing she did and she became her own person, whom I loved just for her. But sometimes, like when I caught her smiling in her sleep just like he did, the grief would sneak back in and hold on tighter until I thought I might burst, but I was grateful even for that. Feeling the grief meant he was still with me. Now, though, Jamie and I were where we never thought we’d be until our times on Earth were done— back with each other. And there were casualties. Bree was the first and foremost thought for me when I decided to come back to Jamie. But Jenny and Ian’s family, Fergus, and (even as much as I hated to admit it) Laoghaire and her children were among those too.

“So,” Jenny started again, “we’re both mad at Jamie then.” I saw the corner of her mouth turn up the slightest bit and the cat-like lids of her Fraser eyes pulled together, creasing at the sides.

“And each other...” I smirked back. “But we’ve made it through both those things before.” I reached for her hand and she didn’t pull it away.

“I had a vision of ye once, ye ken. On the day Jamie and Laoghaire got married. Ye were standing right there on the altar betwixt them. I thought you’d come to haunt me for it… I asked yer forgiveness then. I just wanted him to have a life again. A family. To be alive.”

“I understand, Jenny. I had to make a life for myself too and it wasn’t easy. I can’t take back these twenty years, none of us can. But I came back as soon as I knew where he was. I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. He’s my husband and you are all my family.”

“You were a sister to me.” She looked briefly at me and then away again.

“I loved you too, Jenny. Still do.” We sat there for a time in a silence that wasn’t necessarily comfortable, but that held a gentler ease, until Jenny stood, brushed her skirts, and declared “alright, then.” I followed suit and we both went inside. She went to the kitchen and I went to see Jamie where I’d left him on the chaise by the hearth.

Jamie lifted his head and flinched a bit as he adjusted himself to see me. “Ye both made it through alive then, Sassenach?”

“Yes, we did. We found some common ground.”

“Did ye then?”

I went to the table to fill his tea and pour myself a whisky. I glanced over my shoulder at him as I did, “Being angry at you.”

“Och, suppose I had that coming. Still, glad I could help,” he smirked at me.

“She told me things you’d left out these past few days. About what it was like when you came back to Lallybroch after Culloden.”

“I dinna like to think of that time, let alone speak of it. I told ye the gist of it well enough.”

“Your sister painted a more vivid picture.” I sat down beside him, felt his forehead, and ran my hand down the side of his cheek to his chin and stroked his stubble with my thumb. “I’m sorry, Jamie.”

“As am I, Sassenach—“

“No more lies. No more secrets. Not between us, not anymore. We’ve both lived a half life, or several of them,” I smiled softly at my husband who I had heard called by many names since I’d come back, “and if we expect to be what we’ve always been, then we have to trust each other with every part of those lives.”

“As ye say, mo nighean donn. Do ye forgive me then?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? But, I’m working on it.” I kissed him gently. “Your sister may need a bit more convincing, though.”

“Aye, weel that goes both ways, but I’ll worry about that in a bit…” He lifted his good arm and ran his fingers through the curls starting to fall down around my ear and I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. I’d never known another man who could be both so fierce and tender at the same time. Only Jamie.

“Jamie, I need to ask you something.” He nodded for me to continue. “Jenny told me how hard it was for Fergus, after…” I paused and swallowed—every time I had had to say the word Culloden, I could feel the bile rise in my throat. Jamie could see it plainly on my face and made it clear I didn’t need to say it now. “Do you think he can ever forgive me? For leaving him behind? For not being here for either of you?” I started to cry and Jamie wrapped his arm around me. I settled into my place in the crook of his neck and let my tears fall on his shoulder.

“Dinna fash, Sassenach,” he stroked soothingly up and down my back. “Ne’er in twenty years has he spoken an unkind word about ye and he willna now.”

“That was before. He thought I’d died, Jamie! Now, he thinks I just left! Everyone does.” I could feel the heat creeping up all around my face as every emotion I felt mixed together and revealed themselves.

“Shh…” he continued his gentle ministrations. “I left him too, mo ghraidh, and worse.”

“Jenny told me what happened to his hand.”

“Aye. Do ye hate me for it?”

I pulled back to look straight into his azure eyes so that he’d know I meant what I was saying— “Of course not.” I’d resolved my feelings on that part at least. “You may all be dead if you’d tried to stop them.” I kissed him in an ardent demonstration of my appreciation that he and Fergus were still here.

“I couldna be there for him and then the only way I could was by leaving. He doesna seem to hate me for it and he willna hate ye either. Fergus kens yer heart, Claire, even if he doesna ken the whole story.”

“I hope you’re right.” We bent our foreheads towards one another until we met in the middle, taking comfort in one another’s touch and gaze. He took my hand and held it to his chest between us as I brushed my nose against his and thought about how familiar he still felt to me. He was still my Jamie and I was still his. Whatever else may come, that truth remained blessedly unchanged.

#jamie fraser #outlander #claire fraser #jamie x claire #fergus fraser #jenny murray #my fic

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skzhocomments · 4 months ago

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In the Dark - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 14 - A family

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Chapter 14 - A family

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After sleeping with Minho, my nights at his place became more and more frequent. It became a usual occurrence to wake up at his house and cook breakfast for the three of us, then for him to drive Nari and I to school.

It was a comfortable routine, and with each week spent away from my apartment, I’d keep bringing and leaving my things over Minho’s house. It started small: a blouse, a dress, a pair of pants here and there, until I eventually got my own personal space in Minho’s dressing room.

Since I was spending so many nights over, I brought over my skin care and make-up products as well, and each time I was about to finish something, I would find a new box of said product. Minho always checked if I had enough of whatever it was that I was using, be it skin care, shampoo, even tampons. I had no idea when he even had time to go shopping in-between our meet ups and his work, especially since we were spending our whole time together.

It was one of these nights at his place when we fell asleep embraced. Well, better said, he fell asleep, and I listened to his steady breathing on the back of my neck, because I was always the last one to go to dreamland, while Minho had no issues to do so whatsoever. He just needed to close his eyes and he’d be out as light in a few minutes, whereas I took my sweet time counting sheep, planning entire lessons in my head and debating with myself different plots of TV shows I’d watch.

It was funny, really, how closely he snuggled up to me when sleeping, considering how huge the bed was. You could easily fit 3 Minhos in it, and still have enough space for one Jieun and possibly a Nari.

Just possibly, because Nari, although small, would take up the whole bed just like a cat.

However big the bed was, Minho didn’t take advantage of the space at all. Instead, he always wanted us to cuddle.

I almost drifted off to sleep, when all of a sudden, a small knock made me regain consciousness. The door opened softly, but I was unable to see anything due to how dark the hallway was.

“Nari?” I whispered and shifted away from Minho, careful to not wake him up.

The moment the little girl heard my voice, she opened the door fully and ran away towards me. I took her in my arms and pat the back of her head softly.

“What’s wrong?”

“I- I had a- a-” She tried speaking quietly through small sobs.

“A nightmare?” I pouted. “Poor baby. Do you want to sleep here?”

I got out of bed and helped her to the middle of the bed. Then, I laid down as well, facing her. Poor thing was still trying her hardest not to cry too loud, so I took her in my arms, and she snuggled close to my chest.

“Was it very scary?” I asked.

“Mhm.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head.

“Okay. You know, Nari? Even if your nightmare was very scary, and even if it felt very real, it wasn’t. Whatever happened in it was just in your dream.”

“But- but the monster was so big and scary, and daddy was not home, and…” She cried a bit harder, making it difficult to keep speaking.

“Shh, it’s okay. Daddy is always home, baby. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“But what if he’ll leave somewhere?”

“Where would he go without you, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know. Work.”

“Hmm… then grandma will be there as well.”

“But what if even grandma is sick and can’t be there?”

“Oh, baby. You also have me, don’t you? I’ll protect you from any scary monsters.”

“But you are a girl.” She countered.

“So what? Girls are strong! They can fight off monsters!”

“They’re not as strong as daddy.” She stated as if it was the most obvious fact in the world.

“That’s true.” I laughed softly. “But that doesn’t mean that girls aren’t strong too. I don’t have to be as strong as daddy to fight monsters off for you.” I boasted, pinching her nose.

“But- but what if the monster will come get me when you’re away with daddy?”

“Sweetheart, where would I be away with daddy without you?” I caressed her face. She stopped crying thankfully.

“I don’t know…”

“Well, in that case, why don’t we go shopping tomorrow? We can go to a plushies store and pick up a cute little fluffy stuffed animal to protect you just in case. A little guardian. How does that sound?”

“Yes! I want to do that!” She spoke enthusiastically a bit too loud, making Minho shift a bit behind her. She instantly covered her mouth and we both started laughing quietly, as if sharing a secret between us.

“Good. Daddy and I will protect you tonight, and tomorrow, we’re picking up the cutest plush.” I whispered once I was sure Minho didn’t wake up.

“Okay.”

“Are you ready to go back to sleep now?”

“Can I stay here?”

“Of course, baby. Where else?”

“Okay… then… I’m ready to go to sleep.”

“I’ll be here in case the monster comes back, yeah? And daddy is just a nudge away.”

“Thank you for defending me.”

“Always, my sweetheart. Now, go to sleep. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight… mommy.” She spoke quickly and pushed into my chest again. Her words made my eyes go wide and my heart beat faster, but I didn’t say anything back. I just hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head, then closed my eyes as well and fell asleep.

“Shh, if you talk too loud, we’re gonna wake her up, daddy.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Minho’s soft chuckle rang in my ears.

“Is it morning already?” I yawned and struggle to open my eyes as I was so comfortable. When I did, I saw the father-daughter duo embraced, both of them facing me.

“Mhm. Good morning.” Minho smiled and Nari waved a bit too fast for what my eyes were ready to comprehend so early in the day.

“Can we eat pancakes today?” Nari asked.

“Pancakes? Hmm… do we have any eggs left?” I yawned again and sat up, stretching my arms. Nari followed suit and hugged my side. “What is it?” I laughed.

“Nothing~”

“Can you go to the kitchen to check, Nari?”

“How many do we need? Two?”

“Yeah. Check if there’s milk as well.”

“Okay mommy.” Nari said in a quick pace, and before I got the chance to look at her, she already ran out of the room.

Minho and I looked at each other, both of our eyes wide.

“Minho, uhm, I’m sorry, I don’t know why she-” I started, but he immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him in bed, forcing my head in the crook of his neck.

“I’m not mad. Just surprised.” He chuckled.

“Don’t you think it’s… a bad idea for her to call me that, or something?”

“Why would it be, Jieun? She loves you and you’re the only mother figure she’s ever known.” He caressed my hair.

“Are you sure…?” I asked again. Truly, I was scared Minho would be unhappy with this, and I didn’t want to intrude or replace his late wife in any way that he wouldn’t be comfortable with.

“I am. Are you sure you’re okay with this, Jieun? If it’s too soon, or you’re not ready and aren’t sure that you want to be Nari’s mom yet, or ever…”

“No!” I exclaimed and sat up again. “No! God! It’s not that. Minho, I love Nari so much, I also see her as my daughter, it’s just- I don’t know how to say it so that it doesn’t come out wrong.”

“Just tell me, dear.” He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss against my knuckles.

“I was just scared of your reaction to her calling me that… I was scared you’re going to think I’m trying to replace Ellie and that you wouldn’t want me to do that. I just didn’t want to cross any boundaries you might have, you know?”

“Jieun… Nari’s never known a mother’s love. If anything, I’m happy you two got so close that you view each other as family.”

“Really?” I asked, feeling my eyes swell up with tears.

“Mhm.” He nodded and caressed my cheek.

“We have 6 eggs and milk!” Nari busted through the door and jumped on the bed, and I made sure to quickly wipe my cheeks of any tears that might’ve fallen before she got the chance to see.

“Really?” I exclaimed. “Perfect! Let me go freshen up real quick and let’s make some pancakes!”

“Jieun, what do you think about marriage?” Minho asked me all of a sudden, making me let out a loud gasp.

We were currently having dinner in a restaurant by ourselves, as Minho’s mother had Nari for tonight.

“What? Do you mean, like, right now? Are you proposing to me?”

“What?” Minho chuckled. “No. Do you think this is how I’d propose? At a casual Friday dinner?”

“Well, why not? It’s a nice place, and we’re well dressed. My nails are done.” I showed him my hand, which he grabbed and kissed with a large grin.

“That means you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”

“Opposed? Minho, you and Nari are my whole world.” I smiled softly. “I would marry you any day. Hell, we could go to the City Hall right now and I’d marry you.”

“It’s closed, unfortunately…” He replied dejected, and I started laughing.

“I was just saying. I love you.”

“I love you too. And we will get married, I promise. Just let me do it by the book and arrange something special first, okay?”

“Can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.” I laughed. “By the way, since we’re on the topic of marriage anyway…”

I hesitated, and Minho raised an eyebrow.

“So, I have a doctor’s appointment next week.”

“Okay… Are you feeling well?” He asked, a tint of worry lacing his tone.

“Yes. It’s not about that. It’s, uhm… Do you think it would be a good idea to get off birth control?” I asked, and Minho’s face lit up instantly.

“Really?” He asked with a huge smile.

“I don’t know…” I laughed, unsure. “I love our little family, I really do. But… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we would add one more to it?”

“Or three more?” Minho chuckled, grabbing my head. “Just joking. But Jieun, do you really want a baby?”

I looked him in the eyes and smiled with a nod.

“What about you?” I asked, holding my breath in anticipation.

“It would make me the happiest man in the world to make our family larger. However…”

He hesitated, making me frown.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, Minho. Just tell me the truth.”

“It’s not that… I’d love to see you pregnant with my child and to grow our family, but I have some anxiety, I think. If something were to go wrong…”

“Hey.”

“Sorry…”

“No, don’t apologise. It’s okay. I also have some anxiety, but I also want to believe that nothing will go wrong. We have enough resources and access to the best doctors out there. I think we’ll be just fine.” I smiled compassionately.

When you go through what Minho’s been through, it’s understandable to have some reservations.

“Besides, it’s not like you to let anxiety stop you from anything. You’re the bravest man I know. Even Nari said so. You’re always protecting her from the monsters under her bed.” I nudged his arm playfully, and he chuckled.

“By the way, about that! Your idea to get a new plush and ‘hire’ it as her guardian was brilliant.”

“Right?! I was so shocked when she picked that hideous gorilla though. It’s such an eye sore, that orange unfortunate thing.” I burst out laughing.

“As long as it works…” Minho shrugged and followed laughing with me.

The server brought us our wine just then, and after he filled our glasses and left our table, I decided to make things a bit more interesting.

“I have something for you.” I said, reaching to my bag and pulling out a little unsealed envelope.

Minho raised an eyebrow grabbed the paper from my hand, curiously looking inside at the small card.

“What’s this?”

“Oh, you’ll also need this” I rummaged through the small clutch and pulled out a pen as well, handing it over.

“You didn’t.” Minho started laughing as soon as he pulled out the little card.

“What?” I laughed as well. “Don’t you want to fill it in?”

“Jieun, this-” He laughed again, “Are you serious?”

“Why not? It was fun to do it that way when both of us were on In the Dark.” I smirked and watched him shake his head with a large grin on his face.

He started scribbling down on the paper, and a few moments later, he took a big gulp of his wine and handed me back the card.

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CHARISMA – personal form

THINGS I ENJOY: everything about you

THINGS I DON’T WANT TO DO: ever let you go

CONDOM / NO CONDOM: are you seriously asking?

SPECIAL REQUIREMENTS: red lingerie set – please?

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“Oh my, you didn’t write too much!” I chuckled to hide the blush creeping on my cheeks as I’m going through his form.

“Don’t I get a form back?”

“Not this time. But I do agree with all your requirements. And also, we somehow had the same idea regarding this…” I said and looked at him as I discreetly pulled one of my sleeves to the side, showing the deep red strap of my bra.

“Oh, my.” Minho licked his lips, gulping down the rest of his glass.

“More wine, sir?” The server approached us holding the bottle in his right hand.

“No, thank you. I think we are done for tonight. Jieun?” He smiled and looked at me, and I winked.

“You couldn’t wait to get out there, could you?” I laughed as Minho kissed me hastily.

“How could I, when you’re teasing me like that in front of everyone?”

“I think our cab is here.” I pushed him away slightly.

Minho opened the backdoor for me and helped me in, then followed me inside, placing a confident arm around my shoulders and pulling me towards him as he made small talk with the driver.

As he did so, his perfume invaded my nostrils, and I felt my heart start beating faster. My hand travelled to his abdomen, and I involuntarily squeezed his shirt, making him look at me in the process.

The driver’s words became white noise in the background as our lips touched again, Minho’s kiss being soft and tender this time. I tasted the wine on his tongue and squeezed his shirt tighter, and in that moment, it was just him and I, and nothing else mattered, and I’ve never been more in love with someone than I was with him.

His hand didn’t leave mine even as we exited the taxi, as if it was painful to let go even for a second. We got to our apartment quickly and kissed some more as we made our way inside, both of us eager to feel even closer.

We were grateful for the darkness and quietness of the apartment, for Minho’s mother who took Nari every weekend to allow us some time for ourselves, thus allowing the creation of intimate moments such as this one, where my back was pressed against the mattress and Minho’s weight was on top of me, our clothes disappearing quickly and our bodies becoming one in passionate movements and careful touches.

Slow breathing turned into pants and short gasps, my nails dug in Minho’s back, his fingers pressed against the skin on my hips, and our lips were bright red, kissed and bitten, my lipstick smeared all over our faces.

It was passionate, it was messy, but it was perfect, just the way I envisioned my life to be, now that I was certain I’d always have Minho by my side.

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nightmare-the-cat · 9 months ago

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Crimson Wings

An AU where Hunter successfully kills himself and Belos in TFTM- only to wake up in hell.

Yeah. Yeah this is Hazbin Hotel Hell

Will there be a continuation? Maybe. Is this depressing as fuck? Yes. Is Hunters name mentioned even once in this? No.

Proceed at your own risk

Flit

A streak of red and white darted across the blood soaked street. One would assume it to be a trick of the light, if it wasn’t followed by two foreboding streaks of grey. On this day, they were abundant, striking down anyone that caught their gaze.

The chase was on it seemed. Some poor soul was attempting to flee the Exorcist’s wrath, woefully unaware that superior speed had yet to save anyone. Those hiding among the crevices of the urban hellscape dared not interfere, but only those with the blackest of hearts didn’t pity whoever the victim of the demented chase was.

He just kept flying, panic blinding his sense of direction. The poor boy had nary a month after his manifestation to even understand the dreaded Extermination was on the horizon. He’d been unprepared, hiding out in an abandoned estate when the Exorcists descended, only to be discovered mere hours later, trembling in a corner as the holy executioners circled in.

So he did the only thing he could do, what he had been doing near constantly every day since his death.

He fled.

His speed and experience with evading others mid-flight were his saving graces, dodging every wayward attack thrown his way as he struggled to ditch his pursuers. It would be an impressive show should anyone have been observing, expert dives and weaves like the demon had been born to fly.

Still, pure skill in the air wouldn’t keep him alive forever, he already had a few scrapes from near-misses. Thirty minutes in he was running out of steam, while his pursuers seemed limitless, slowly gaining on him while his wings strained to stay ahead.

So, when he saw a break in the storm of violence that was the Extermination, he took the opportunity and dived, holding his arms up in front of him after he aimed for a window in the near pristine manor below.

CRASH!

The small sinner didn’t waste time popping back up on his feet after the impact, frantically taking in every detail of the cavernous room he’d broken into. Cold coloration framing oddly plain marble doors made the space feel even more hollow than it already was, empty of any decoration or furniture. Dread pooled in the young demons stomach as a panicked check of one of the doors revealed they were locked.

“Ah, you have to love it when the prey corners itself!” One of the exorcists crooned in a high voice, making Hunter tremble as he turned to watch the pair of angels casually slink inside using the window he’d just broken. “Aww, cute, he thought the Fallen One would be stupid enough to leave ANY doors unlocked during the Extermination”

The blondes crimson wings flared, falling into the familiar stance of self defense as one of the Exorcists approached, the mouthy one guarding the only exit. He couldn’t go down without fighting-not again.

A slamming door interrupted the confrontation, light cutting through the gloom, and all three beings snapped their heads towards the newcomer.

“Did you jokers break my window AGAIN!?” An oddly performative voice cut in, the owner looking little more than frustrated despite the carnage going on outside. “How many times do I have to tell you the manor is off limits to you bloodthirsty little cretins?”

“We weren’t the ones who broke the window, sir” the quieter Exorcist hissed, jabbing her spear towards the cowering sinner, stopping just short of piercing his throat. The blonde winced as the blessed metal tip then pressed into the underside of his chin, refusing to break his terrified stare towards Lucifer as his head was forcefully tilted upward. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this quick-“

“Not in here you’re not! I’m the one who’ll have to clean that up” the king of hell snapped, before jabbing the apple head of his cane at the broken window. “Just-get out of here, I can dispose of this one myself”

“Sir-“

“That wasn’t a request- GET OUT” the demon ordered, dropping the aloof tone, and both Exorcists scrambled for the broken window in a panicked haste.

Lucifer Morningstar, for what it was worth, planned to make the intruders execution quick. Many came to his manor expecting mercy before, back when the yearly Exterminations first began, and in a sense they got it. Being instantly obliterated was a better option than bleeding out on the pavement-but the message was clear; Lucifer would not spare any sinner, survival was up to them.

Still, he occasionally got the odd straggler who’d plea for Sanctuary, and at this point he’d heard it all when it came to his “subjects” begging for mercy.

He’d spared none.

Even with all that experience dealing with the scum of his “kingdom”, he was woefully unprepared for this particular intruders reaction when he turned on him.

“No-no, I’m sorry-I was just trying to get away-“ the sinner stuttered, trembling as Lucifer approached, tears forming in his panicked magenta eyes as he fell to the ground. “The bells-The light in the sky-they just came down, started killing everyone! I don’t want to die again, please-“

Lucifer stopped short as the sinner’s begging dissolved into genuine crying, his words becoming indistinguishable among the sobs.

None before him had done that-cried so genuinely. Sounded so confused about the Extermination-even though the date was so heavily broadcasted throughout Pride as the day drew near.

“Are you slow or something?” Lucifer found himself asking, startling the crying sinner quite badly. The tears didn’t stop, but he seemed to be trying to process the question.

“W-what?”

He was scarred.

“You’ve clearly been through an Extermination before, this isn’t fresh” Lucifer pointed out, using the end of his cane to poke at the thick, old scar on his cheek. “Got amnesia or something?”

The small sinners hand ghosted over the old wound, shivering as he looked back outside.

“Not them-I don’t know them” was all he said, wiping the remaining tears away as best he could, taking on an empty smile. “I guess he was right though-nothing I did mattered in the end”

He started laughing.

“I mean-I didn’t see him when I woke up, he’s probably still up there!” He cackled manically, holding his forehead as a wide, disturbed smile finally broke out across his face, stumbling to his feet as he continued to laugh, staring out the window. “He’s probably already doing something like this back home-all because I couldn’t even drown myself properly-“

Lucifer stepped back as the sinner suddenly turned on him, not knowing what to make of anything he was spouting off about. None before him had expressed such genuine regret-ever turned to face him, or their own sins, without excuses.

“I ran from what I rightfully deserved, just because I stupidly thought I could get out, fix my mistakes, save the ones who cared about me….” He was slowing down, the laughter turning into something far more pained. Despair, lifetimes worth of it, echoed in what he said next, the young demon stepping back, bowing his head. “I’m sorry- even now I’m delaying what should have come my way long ago”

He dropped to one knee.

“Please-I deserve no mercy”

His voice was empty now.

“Everything was a mistake”

#hazbin hotel #the owl house #au #lucifer morningstar #hunter noceda #crimson wings

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lavender-long-stories · 1 year ago

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Nari's Feral on Display Part 4

Disclaimer: Chapters mentioned by number are no longer that number Chapter 27 is now Chapter 13.

It punches really hard how she thought about what he had done for her because there she is thinking of him and Sasori still can't believe she gives a damn about him.

Sasori really acts like he is an unlovable monster while looking like a soft K-pop star.

You know I loved murder kitten Hinata.

Can you imagine if I called the technique fucking murder mittens?

I really wished she had exploded more guts

You just want the poor girl to have more trauma, don’t you?

I will love Hinata forever for threatening Itachi with... health care?

Itachi is like, how dare you treat me, doctor.

“I wasn’t planning on getting ambushed.” Kisame defended. “That is my point!" I'm actually laughing like a psychopath. The fucking foreshadowing.

>.> Oh no. What could that mean? We couldn’t possibly have a worse ambush where they left her too far from help and she got hurt… nooo….

Hinata putting up a fight AND MAIMING A SENIOR CITIZEN

Not me dying at this being said when I fucking wrote the scene, and that is what I had her do.

HINATA TOSSING SASORI OVER HER SHOULDER LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES

I love the visual you have painted.

Hinata worked her fucking ass off to keep Sasori alive because she cared about him, she needed him, she owed him. He learned how to maim and kill because of him. He must have meant SO MUCH to her and... did he even know? I mean, he was surprised she even tried, he didn't want her to hurt herself saving him, THIS IS PEAK DRAMA.

Sasori and Hinata in the story have my whole heart for this section of the story because their relationship is so lovely yet so tragic. Sasori is so resistant to trusting her but falls so hard but holds back from ever telling her because he thinks he closed that door years ago when he became a puppet. Hinata gives her whole heart and care because she craves the validation and acceptance that she gets from all of them, especially him because he invested so much time into arguing with her to understand her, and she recognizes that if he didn’t care, he would just ignore her and his badgering and bickering is how he shows love and… GAH they are just really just so tragic.

Because as far from human as Sasori is, he feels, and he loves, and he longs. His skin might not be soft to the touch, but he feels something so tender inside of him at times, and he just doesn't know what to do with this shit.

Can you imagine if Sasori x Hinata was end game and when she wanted to show him affection, she puts her hand over his heart because she knew he could feel it and he was the only one who would trust her to get near it? T-T

I really wished you had talked about Sasori's humanity and what humanity might mean to him, because he wished for immortality and after having it for so long it really weighed on him when he met Hinata and this is so fucked up.

Do you really want me to kill you with that conversation? I think it would kill you to have them talk about it.

When Hinata told him he was her family and that no one wanted her and all he said was "you are too emotional", I really think he wasn't talking only about her. He is emotional about her too and he doesn't know how to deal. And Hinata doesn't understand him at all, and she still cares about him so much it hurts.

I am slowly being convinced that I should just write a spin-off from this point in the story where Hinata doesn’t save Sasuke, so she ends up with Sasori.

Sasori is mostly commenting about her here, about her being too emotional, but he realized that though it is something he would usually hate, in her, it’s something that he loves, something he wants to cling to. He doesn’t want to admit that he wanted her to care enough to come save him. He thought he would die, and that would be his be his cynical confirmation that his love was one-sided.

It kind of is funny, because I don't think he wanted to go away. If he did is becayse feelings are confusing, and feelings are a nuisance when you're trying to be an immortal in peace.

But Sasori was so done (angry as a consequence of concern, yeehaw) with Hinata reaching her limit for him he even brought Itachi up. This is peak cinema.

After this point, where he accepts that Hinata does care about him enough to put herself in harm's way, he becomes a lot softer and shows outwardly that he cares if she gets hurt, not just that she doesn’t die as his teammate and their medic (like he would say if asked when he took her to Suna.)

Meaning Sasori heard everything she said. FUCKING FUCKETY FUCK.

Yeah think about the fact he was there to hear her crying over him… the whole time. Whatever worries she mumbled and whatever she pleaded to keep him alive because she was desperate he would have heard all of that too. WELL, until the next one. :D

Lavender Clouds

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: Hinata runs away from home into the arms of the Akatsuki. Bonds with Itachi. Saves his brother. Learns to reverse Gentle Fist. Raises a demon baby?

@nikandrros

#SasuHina #sasuke x hinata #Sasuke Uchiha #hinata hyuga #naruto fanfiction #comment highlight #nari i blame you #lavender clouds

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fistsoflightning · 1 year ago

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afternoon breeze

for wolcredweek day 6 - tea/family

i just think we should have gone back to the first to update ryne on the situation after everything (i miss the first)

When Thancred went to go get something for both of them to drink, he half-expected Zaya to have eaten most of the slightly stale packet of coffee biscuits he’d left with them. Ryne had gone through the trouble of making her own recipe for the things so she could share her favorite treat with Zaya, having apparently picked up on their disdain for anything cloyingly sweet through his stories of them—and they seemed desperate enough today to escape the bitter aftertaste of their medicine.

Instead, he opened the door to their inn room with his shoulder, hands occupied with a tray laden with all one might need to appease an Ul’dahn elite at teatime, to the sight of Zaya squinting at a familiar sheaf of paper with Feo Ul eating half a biscuit on their shoulder. The afternoon Ul’dahn sun spilled over their backs through the thin curtains, slipping through their hair when Zaya looked up to greet him with a sheepish smile.

Thancred paused in the doorway, tipping his head hesitantly towards the fae king on their shoulder happily distracted with their coffee biscuit. Feo Ul didn’t exactly like him—they were fiercely protective of their time with their ‘sapling’, and their delivery service only benefited him by proxy—but Zaya didn’t seem to think that was a problem. They set down the letter they were reading and pushed out the chair across from them with their foot in clear invitation, so he relented and carefully crossed the room to the table, letting the door swing shut behind him.

“Courtesy of Momodi. She seems to be making up for us missing breakfast,” he said, and set the tray down on the small table as he sat before he looked to Feo Ul. “Staying for tea, Your Majesty? I fear you’ll have to share a teacup, but the snacks are fair game.”

In a slightly concerning display, they finished off the rest of their biscuit in four bites before dusting off their hands with a sigh. “How lovely it would be, to daydream and dawdle with my beloved sapling with such delights,” they said, flitting up into the air as Zaya reached for a piece of dried fruit, “but those pesky Fuath and their tricks call me back to Il Mheg. I linger only to pass on a very important message from your precious flower, a world away.”

“On top of the letter?” he asked, gesturing to the page on the table.

Feo Ul giggled. “Silly mortal. Not one, but many!”

They waved their hand and pointed down at the remaining empty space on the table; in a shower of fae sparkles, a set of letters bound together by a pink ribbon appeared.

“She worries very much for your safety,” they said. “Knowing what you were to fight against, she wished you well, and then—nary a word from you for moons. Not a peep! I tried to come visit and give my dear sapling a right scolding, but even joined as we were, it was as flying through a blustery day, over a vast expanse of nothing!”

Thancred took a moment to consider. “That would be the work of the distance we had to travel and possibly Sharlayan medicine, I’m afraid,” he said, thinking more of Zaya’s uncomfortable face when the people from Physis Technon were crowding around them with experimental remedies for whatever nonsense was happening to their aether this time round. “We weren’t on our star for a long while, and when we returned it wasn’t in the best of conditions.”

“So I hear. Risking your lovely soul for the world, again and again.” Feo Ul zipped over to the side of Zaya’s head and lightly shoved at their horn; their head didn’t move much, but Thancred was more shocked that they moved at all. “Foolish, reckless, brave sapling. Have you not learned your limits? Perhaps the ways of we fae folk stayed my hand from aiding you, but that doesn’t mean I would be happy to see you fade away, no matter your struggles.”

Zaya smiled lightly. “I know,” they said quietly, and reached out to gently poke Feo Ul’s cheek with one finger. “‘m trying to be better. F’r everyone.”

They looked at him, then, their smile widening into that familiar bright grin that found its place on their face whenever they were causing trouble; behind them the light pouring in through the window brightened, some distant cloud moving away, and it cast a halo of light around their head. Unable to reach across the table without knocking something over and making a mess, he settled for stretching his leg beneath the table and tapping his ankle against theirs with a smile of his own.

“Ugh,” Feo Ul said suddenly. When Thancred finally looked away from Zaya’s smile, Feo Ul’s face was somewhere between grimacing and grinning madly. “I shall leave you two to your sappy, syrupy afternoon to bring news of your wellbeing to your fretful flower—unless you have words to give her as well?”

Thancred frowned briefly; he hadn’t written any letters since returning from the outer reaches of the distant stars, distracted thoroughly by Zaya’s injuries, their lengthy bedrest, and gathering information on the remaining complications from their star’s brief encounter with the Final Days. She didn’t need to hear about the less-savory bits of their struggles, and what few things she might like to hear were better described by Zaya.

But at he could at least give her a promise. “Tell her we’ve finished our mission, and we’re safe. Not entirely hale, but getting better, and she’ll be getting a sorely belated letter or three soon,” he said. “I’ll see about getting a letter around for Gaia too—so long as Your Majesty is willing, that is.”

Feo Ul sighed, fluttering over to his side and around his head in another shower of sparkles. They felt warm when they fell on his shoulders and his head, and flickered away just as soon as they came. “Foolish moss. Of course—you are my sapling’s dearest, and so I travel back and forth to deliver your words in hopes I create a path where your love may easily travel.” They backed away with him slowly, clasping their hands together. “You must return soon. I won’t have you missing your flower’s next wonderful festival!”

With that, Feo Ul did a small backflip and disappeared back into the aether to travel back to the First, though not without one last gift. Thancred laughed beneath his breath when he turned back to see Zaya reaching up with a confused expression to touch the flower crown left on their head; he stood up now to reach over to them, plucking a stray coral petal out of their bangs.

“I’ll get a quill and some paper,” he said, looking about the room, “but first I have to ask: is moss some manner of insult for the Fae, or an endearment?”

#ffxiv #wolcred #thancred x wol #wolcred week #thancred waters #c: zaya qestir #s: bound by faith #feo ul #elie writes

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koyagifs · 2 months ago

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𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮

pairing: yunho x reader au: non idol | old friends genre: fluff word count: 836 words summary: hanging out with your friends at the bar, you run into a familiar face that you haven’t seen in a long time. warning(s): mention of alcohol

“ Look what the cat dragged in” Yuna yelled out, her voice barely audible from the live music.

Your friends cheered as they saw you, finally leaving your apartment to hang out with them. A wide smile was placed on your face as you greeted them. Yuna was the first to hand you her drink, saying that everyone agreed to buy you drinks tonight.

“ oh you guys, you don’t have to!” You smiled, taking a sip.

“ oh nonsense. The face that we’re able to get you out from your apartment is something we really didn’t expect.” Nari said, bumping her hip into yours.

“ i’m honestly so glad you dumped him, he was a dick.” Hae said, the girls agreeing.

You drowned your drink, “ i’m going to get another one.”

The girls nodded their head, letting you know who’s tab to put it on before they went back to their conversation. Heading to the bar trying your best to not bump into others but ultimately failed.

“ oh i’m so sorry!” You apologized, guilt creeping up as you realized his drink has spilled on him.

“ it’s fine, that’s my sign to get out of here anyways- yn?”

Recognizing the voice, the voice you missed so long since you distance yourself. You looked up, seeing Yunho.

“ Yunho?”

Yunho was quick to pull you towards him, hugging you tightly as if you’ll run away from him again. He mumbled something, but being able to hear you didn’t linger to long on it. He leaned down a bit, just enough for you to hear him.

“wait for me by the entrance, i’ll be right back”

You nodded your head, heading to the entrance that you just came by. You looked around, your friends noticing you by the entrance. Yuna headed your way, not realizing Yunho was not far behind with two drinks in his hand.

“ you’re not leaving right?” Yuna asked when she reached you.

“ no, actually i ran into an old friend on my way to get another drink. You guys don’t mind me hanging with him?”

Yuna eyes held mischief in them, a smirk displayed on her face. “ a guy hm”

“ he’s an old friend, I'll introduce you guys soon.” You blushed.

“ a drink for the lady” Yunho said, handing you your favorite drink.

You thanked him, noticing a smile on Yuna face. You shooed her away, a laugh escaping her lips as she left. Yunho held his hand out for you, accepting it as he guided you towards a more peaceful area without the loud music. Spotting a small table to sit at, you both took the chance to do so.

Silence crept before he spoke up. “ why did you leave?”

You didn’t look at him, “ i was embarrassed. It’s not really ideal to be known as the reject by everyone at school.”

His heart ached, not realizing how much pain his past lover had affected you. “ im sorry Binna cost so much pain towards you. I didn’t even know about it until you just disappeared.”

You shrugged, chugging the rest of your drink to try to numb your pain. “ it’s whatever, it was a while ago and there’s nothing to be done now.”

“ we’re not together anymore… after you left it just wasn’t the same. I didn’t realize how much we fought until i was looking for you after each fight.”

You gave him a smile, “ at least you know now. She was a real bitch"

He chuckled, " yeah, she gave the run from my money. "

Silence once again crept up, the loud music still can be heard but much more softly. You inched closer to Yunho, leaning on him as you take in the moment. You felt like you were in college once more, your feelings for Yunho lingering in the back.

"yunho"

"yn"

You both let out a small laugh. Yunho indicated for you to continue.

“I’m so sorry for leaving without saying bye. The pain from seeing you with Binna just felt like i was drowning. I loved you - no, I love you still but i’m so scared.”

Yunho pulled you up from your seat, placing his hands on your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck. (thank god for heels) A slow song can be heard from the distance, and you both swayed to the music. Your confession hung in the air, anxiety not leaving you.

“ i love you too yn, the moment when Hongjoong told me you left i felt lost. Like i said early, you not being by my side was something i didn’t want to happen. I was so blind by my foolish crush on Binna. I don’t blame you for being scared. “

You laid your head on his chest, still swaying to the music. “ i truly still love you Yunho, but i just got out of a bad relationship."

"I'll wait for you, always."

#yunho x reader #ateez yunho #ateez imagines #yunho x y/n #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez oneshot #jeong yunho #yunho ateez #ateez drabbles

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daeyangs · 1 year ago

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“I’m not the idiot, you are.” It wasn’t the argument to be held in the situation, not while the blood of his people was seeping into the soles of his shoes. The sacrifice of himself would have been enough to absolve him yet Nari didn’t wish to conform to it. The headstrong nature within her that had caused them to battle throughout their youth had her threatening the enemy. “They’ll slit both our throats if you don’t…” It was too late for the warning, her physical attack causing a stir, evident that those who hadn’t expected Nari to fight back or hold any strength - Dae had known better than most not to underestimate the power in her legs. The memory of school made him laugh, ill-timed as there was another surge towards them but it had given Dae the strength to sink his fist into the oncoming male without mulling it over. It took a total of three hits to cause a stall in their attacker's advance, although they were making the reach for weapons rather than the use of their fists. “Just like in school, I’m going to need you to fucking run.” He had turned to shield Nari’s back, jolting against her with his full weight to force her into motion and towards the only exit. He could do little to protect her from any threat coming head-on other than to raise his left arm to hook around her frame and use his hand to shield her heart. “Go.” He was careless to throw out his right hand to cast aside those that closed in on them, a searing pain that shot up his arm and rooted in his shoulder, but he refused to look down at the damage. “Keep fucking going and don’t stop, I swear if you stop I’ll lose my damn mind.” His mouth was next to her ear, containing the desire to scream at her once they were out of the room and into the hallways. They were suddenly in the thrush of people, most of whom had been Seven Seas, throwing themselves forwards and towards the carriages that waited for them. Carriages that sparkled only twenty feet away, drenched in the colours of their houses and carrying their crest with pride, but they wouldn’t be able to mount them the way the others did. He unhooked his left arm from around her to take hold of her hand and drifted towards carriages that were encased in dark metal with intricately twisted skulls, waiting on the stragglers of the Overseer of the Damned that got trapped in the commotion. “They’ll be checking every carriage of the Seven Seas for us.” Dae lowered his voice, waving through the first few carriages of the Damned before settling on one at the centre of its command that had remained empty. He pulled open its door without a beat of hesitation, already beginning to strip off his jacket and slipping it around her shoulders to cover her clothing. “Get in, keep your head down and take off anything that’ll give us away.”

“What are you saying? Leave?” Did he ask her to leave him to become a victim of kidnapping? A hostage? Nari refused to believe he demanded something so bizarre from her. There had to be another way, she didn’t have to leave him behind–another way; The screaming of people clouded her thoughts as her nervous system began to signal that she was safe enough to get away. There was one issue with safety, Dae wouldn’t be there and it would drive Nari insane not knowing if he was dead or alive. As the men gathered women and children to release first, husbands went second after being stripped of any weapon, and her eyes darted over the soulless bodies on the ground. Counting exactly fifteen, all different age ranges with the youngest being at least twelve years old, Nari decided on her own that she would stay by his side. “No.” As bold as her statement was Nari was covered in fear, unsure of what might erupt due to her well-thought-out decision. “Why should I leave you with them? They murdered our people! The moment you step out that door, the minute you’re away from me then you know they’ll kill you. You’re not an idiot, Dae!” Her shaky voice echoed through the now empty quarters, rage filling her veins as she made eye contact with the culprits that took the lives of innocents. “I feel pity for the person who plotted this attack on Seven Seas because the next time we see you–the next time I see you, I will personally slit your throat along with the rest of your family.” Throughout the years, even when she was younger Nari had developed a trait from her unknown family tree which was anger. It became easy to control through the passing years, everyone knew to stand clear from Nari when someone antagonized her; An arm reached out to grab her, Nari swung full strength at the man before he could touch her again and without hesitating used pure will power to kick in his knee. “Don’t fucking touch me and don’t you dare touch him.” Her head turned to face Dae, speaking between teeth as she stood next to him on guard prepared to fight off men. “Do you remember when we took on those idiots in school? The ones who barely passed? I think these are those idiots.“ The silence was eating her alive, Nari left all the planning for someone with experience in royal situations, and having inserted herself in the issue possibly made things worse for everyone. "What should we do? Are you listening? I think I made him angry by hitting him back. Should we run?”

#001: dae x nari

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dawnagustd · 3 years ago

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off duty || jhs

→ pairing: single dad!hoseok x female reader → genre: smut, fluff → au/trope: slight friends to lovers, bdsm au, dilf!hoseok, single parent au, nanny!reader, ceo!hoseok → summary: Mr. Jung helps you enjoy your night off. → rating: 18+ → warnings: mentions infidelity(not hoseok), mentions divorce, mentions bad parenting(not hoseok), alcohol consumption, inappropriate relationship between boss and employee, manhandling, sex rooms, rough sex, unprotected sex, heavy BDSM themes, sir kink, light thigh riding/grinding, color system, bondage, fingering, double penetration, breast/nipple play, overstimulation, choking/breath play, sex toys, anal & anal play, punishment & obedience play, impact play in the form of spanking/slapping, spitting, degradation, cum swallowing, squirting, deep throating, scent kink if you squint, hair pulling, gagging, wax play, begging, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, pain kink, dirty talk, marking, oral sex(f. & m. receiving), face fucking, aftercare happens but not mentioned, name calling, orgasm control, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms mentions pregnancy, multiple positions, edging, use of lube, light sub training, heavy explicit smut and mature themes of bdsm nature; please proceed with caution. → word count: 10k

→ a/n: This is a new and improved version of Off Duty. Thank you @hobeemin for the beautiful banner. This is a repost from my old blog that needed a lot of work so I made some changes. Special thanks to my beta readers @chateautae & @yoon2k for looking over this and helping me clean it up...and for the supportive comments/feedback. I hope you all enjoy this version as much, if not more than the older one.

Masterlist

It’s been nearly six years since you became a nanny for the Jung residence. You’ve been their babysitter since before the baby was born, being hired a month before Mrs. Jung had even given birth. Well, former Mrs. Jung, you should say.

Mr. Jung’s ex-wife decided that being a stay-at-home mother was not the life for a well-known model. The selfish bitch left her family before Nari even made it to a year of age. You remember how Mr. Jung would lock himself in his office and deal with the stress of his divorce alone, not wanting his daughter to see him in that state.

You’d hear him throw things across the room sometimes as you passed by, but you never mentioned it to him. It was hard to watch the man tear himself apart over a woman who didn’t even deserve him. He loved her and did anything to make her happy, but that still wasn’t enough.

She had pretended to be in love with him the entire time, only realizing that she couldn’t keep it up anymore when she figured out how much babies cry at night. Initially, you weren’t supposed to be a full-time nanny; you were only hired to look after Nari during the day and whenever Mrs. Jung was out, since her husband was busy running a company. The problem with that was she was always gone, and only returned in the evenings so she could bother Mr. Jung about money.

She never checked on the baby at night either. You’d often have to beg Mr. Jung to let you take Nari so that he could get some much-needed rest. That poor excuse of a woman never held her baby girl, never talked to her, never sang her a lullaby. She never did any of the things a mother should have been doing with her newborn baby.

The last straw for your boss was when she hired another babysitter just because you had to leave for a few hours to go to a doctor’s appointment. You’d never seen him that angry before. When you called and told him that a middle-aged woman was in his home, claiming to be Nari’s sitter, he came right away. Hoseok couldn’t believe that his wife would leave their child with a stranger.

When she arrived home that night, her stuff was already packed, and he politely told her to return to wherever she had come from. She didn’t put up much of a fight, and when it was time to go through their divorce, she told her lawyer that she didn’t want anything because her new boyfriend could buy her anything she wanted. It wasn’t a surprise that she already had someone else because there have always been speculations of her cheating on Mr. Jung. There just wasn’t any proof until then.

However, what was shocking was the fact that she wanted to sign over her parental rights. She stated that she never wanted to be a mother in the first place–she only agreed to have a baby with her husband because she thought it would make him drop the prenuptial agreement that stopped her from claiming most of his assets had they divorce.

When her plan didn’t work, she went out and found an older man with lots of money who was too blinded by lust to protect his wealth, leaving her husband and daughter behind so she could live her new life. She never loved Hoseok, and she never loved Nari; she only used them to get to her real true love; money.

So, that’s why you’re here now—playing princess and pirates for the fourth time this week. Your face is covered in lipstick and your hair matted with glitter. You’re certain that you’ll have to shampoo about five times before it comes out, but you don’t care. You don’t mind getting messy if it means putting a smile on Nari’s face. You only took this job in the beginning because you needed to earn some extra money. It was supposed to be part-time; no nights and no weekends unless requested by the parents.

But here you are six years later, staring at a little girl that you didn’t give birth to but still love like she’s yours. You couldn’t imagine life without her—without them. You’ve grown close to Mr. Jung as well. So close that, when you two are alone, he wants you to call him Hoseok.

Your relationship does have its boundaries, though, and no one has ever crossed those lines. Well, maybe once or twice, but still. You both do a decent job at keeping things platonic. You consider him more of a friend than anything, and the conversations you have are mainly about his daughter and what’s happened while he was at work.

“Aha! Here are my two favorite girls. I figured you’d be in here.”

The familiar voice makes you turn around, and you find your boss standing in the doorframe with an amused expression. You probably look ridiculous, and he’s not afraid to tell you either.

“Well, aren’t you a sight,” Hoseok comments, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Daddy!” Nari squeals, abandoning your princess and pirate-themed tea party so she can greet her father.

He scoops her up in his arms and kisses her on the forehead. She then hugs him tightly, probably getting glitter all over his expensive button-down. Of course, he doesn’t care if she gets a stain on it; he’s just happy to see his daughter.

No matter how busy Hoseok is or how long his day has been, he still finds time to spend with Nari. So when he enters her bedroom, you take it as your queue to leave and let them have their usual daddy-daughter time. But as you’re passing the two of them on your way out, Nari calls your name.

“Yes, love,” you answer, pushing some hair behind her ear.

“Did you pack my blankie? I want to take it with me tomorrow.” There’s a twinkle in her eyes when she looks at you. A confidence in you that she doesn’t have in anyone else. She knows you’ll have everything prepared for her, whether she asks or not.

“I sure did. I put your blankie right on top so when you open your bag, it’ll be right there,” you assure her.

When she yawns, a fake pout appears on Hoseok’s face.

“Don’t tell me you’re too tired to play with daddy. You girls must have had a lot of fun today, huh?”

“Yes, we did. We went to the park after school. Didn’t we, Nari? You should show daddy that cool rock you found by the swings.” You pick some glitter out of her hair and sprinkle it on the floor.

When she doesn’t respond, you take a peek at her face and discover that she’s fallen asleep in her dad’s arms. Hoseok looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and you give him a nod to let him know that she’s done for the night. She’ll most likely sleep through her bath; she really did have a long day.

“Such a cute little angel,” you whisper, kissing her forehead.

“Oh, is she now? So why does your face and hair look like that?” He tries to suppress his laugh since Nari is asleep, but his smile tells you he’s cracking up internally.

You mouth the words “fuck you” and head straight for the door. You’ve also had a long day, and you’d like to get some rest before you have to prepare yourself for one of the most bittersweet moments of your life–Nari’s first sleepover.

Her best friend Lana has invited her over for the weekend. She’s very excited and has been going on about it all week. You, on the other hand, are a nervous wreck. You’ve been checking her little duffel bag all day, trying to make sure she has everything she needs.

A part of you wants her to change her mind and stay home with you and her father, but you know that she wants some independence, and that makes you proud. Unlike you, Hoseok is taking it pretty well, and he’s even teased you about not wanting to ‘cut the umbilical cord.’ You’ll try your hardest not to cry tomorrow because he’ll never let you live it down if you do.

“Goodnight, y/n. Try not to worry too much okay,” he whispers just as you’re stepping out of the room.

You turn in his direction and offer a small smile.

“Goodnight, Hoseok. I’ll try.”

Walking through the mansion alone in the evening feels odd. It’s so quiet without Nari. You can’t help but wonder if she’s okay? Or if she misses you just as much as you miss her? You know that she’s in good hands, so there’s no need for you to worry, but this is your first-time spending a night apart; of course, you’re not taking this well.

After you dropped her off at Lana’s, you decided to come back home and make your boss a nice dinner for his birthday. You’ve always loved cooking, and you had even attended culinary school before working here. You would have graduated, but you ran out of funds about three months before graduation.

There were always plans to go back but you never got around to it. Probably because you know that Nari needs you. Hoseok is a great father, but he can’t look after her alone, and it’d be difficult to find someone else that he can trust.

Your boss was surprised to see food spread out on the dining room table when he arrived home, and he was even more thrilled when he realized you made his favorite. He knew about dinner, but he expected you to order something since you had to drive across town to take his daughter to her friend’s sleepover earlier. Obviously, you had other plans.

For the first time, the two of you sat down and enjoyed a meal together while he vented about his problems at the office. You always enjoy hearing about his day because it reminds you about life outside of the mansion.

You love being Nari’s nanny, but being a full-time caretaker often puts a strain on your social life. And it’s placed a larger hold on your personal life. Let’s just say that it’s been a long time since you’ve had someone special. It hasn’t been entirely dormant; you’ve definitely had some fun with a few of the maids. Luckily for you, your boss has excellent taste when it comes to picking his staff.

There have been a couple of encounters with Hoseok as well. Like a few weeks ago when you decided to take a couple of shots after Nari went to sleep. The night started with an innocent game of UNO and ended with his face buried between your legs—

“What are you up to?” Hoseok’s voice directs your attention towards the end of the hallway.

He’s heading towards his home office, a glass of his favorite Bourbon in hand.

“Oh nothing, just trying to find something to do. You know, since little miss Lana has stolen my best friend.”

You look at the floor, kicking some imaginary dirt with your feet. Your boss chuckles and takes a sip of his drink.

“Looks like you need this more than me; want some?” He offers you his glass of alcohol.

You accept it and take a huge gulp of the amber liquid, which was a big mistake because it feels like your throat is on fire.

“That’s so fucking strong!” You hand it back to him while you’re still coughing and choking from the liquor.

“Because you’re a lightweight,” he teases before downing the rest of his drink.

“Ha, ha! Very funny, but are you really about to spend your birthday working overtime?”

Hoseok looks at you and shrugs.

“And what else should I be doing, hm?” He pulls out his keys, preparing to unlock his office door.

You’re about to ask him to come and watch a movie with you, but then you notice the black door on the other side of the hall. He’s only allowed you to peek inside once, and some of the maids have told you stories about what’s in there or what he does in there, you should say. A few of them have actually spent some time in there with him, and that makes you a little jealous. How come he’s never invited you to play?

“Well, I do have one idea.”

His mouth opens to speak, but then his eyes follow yours and he immediately gets defensive.

“Oh, fuck no. Are you out of your mind?” He shakes his head in disbelief and proceeds to unlock his door again, but you step in front of him.

“Hoseok, please! We’ve already done things before, and don’t you remember the list you told me to write? I know you still have it.”

“One, we were drunk. And two, I’ve already shown you what’s in there. Now move, I have work to do.”

You groan, not understanding what the big deal is.

“But I want to do more than just see it, Hoseok. Why can’t you just take me in there and fuck me like you’ve been doing with your maids?”

Your boldness nearly makes his eyeballs pop out.

“What? No, I’m not fucking you. That’s crossing the line, and you know that,” he argues.

That should have ended the conversation, but you’re stubborn, and you won’t take no for an answer. Flipping your hair behind your shoulder, you fold your arms and give him a stern look.

“It wasn’t crossing the line when you were eating my pus–”

Suddenly, your boss’s hand is wrapped around your throat as he pushes your back into the nearest wall.

“You better watch your fucking mouth, slut. Don’t forget who you’re talking to,” he growls, using his knee to push your legs apart.

“I think you should remind me of who I’m talking to, Sir.” Feeling bratty, you begin unbuttoning your shirt so he can see that you aren’t wearing a bra.

His eyes linger on your exposed skin for a moment before his focus returns to your face. You don’t miss the way nibbles on his bottom lip. He’s thinking, and that’s a good sign because at least he isn’t going to flat out deny you.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to take you in there and fuck that tight cunt of yours, hm?” He squeezes gently, his noses traveling along your jawline as he takes in your scent and sighs. “You should tell me to stop.”

You close your eyes as you feel him slowly taking control over your breathing, only letting a small amount of air pass through. He pushes his leg between your thighs and presses against your clothed heat, drawing soft moans from you.

“But I don’t want you to stop.” Your words are barely audible, but he hears you loud and clear.

“Then what do you want? Remind me again.”

The dizziness you feel from the lack of oxygen makes you feel like you’re floating off the ground. Like gravity doesn’t even exist. However, it is very short-lived because you forget to answer Hoseok, and he’s pissed.

“I asked you a fucking question!” He shouts directly into your face, setting the drink down to slap your cheek lightly. Not to hurt you but to pull you from your dazed state. However, you liked it more than you should have.

Hoseok allows you to get some air so you can speak but doesn’t remove his hand from your throat.

“I want to play with you, Sir.” His eyes squint as they examine your expression while he teases your pussy with his thick thigh. You’re a mess, but you know he’ll make you a complete wreck. “Please?”

“I’ll ruin you; you know. Are you sure you want me to do that?” The way he says it sends chills down your spine, but also sends heat straight to your center.

“Yes, Sir.” You make eye contact with him, so he knows you’re serious. “Your slut would like that very much.” Your voice is raspy from being deprived of oxygen, but you manage to get your words out.

He then nods and pulls away from you, turning towards the black door you’ve been whining about. “You’re lucky that I’ve been thinking about your cunt all day.”

He starts typing in the code on the keypad, but he pauses before he can finish. All his movements stop, and he turns to you with a serious expression.

“Let’s pause for a minute,” he requests.

You’re confused but you nod, nevertheless. “What’s up?”

“Are you sure you want this? Seriously, I don’t think you understand what happens in there. If you want, you can just look inside and leave before you get too curious.”

You don’t have to think about it too much; of course, you want this, have for a long time.

“Yeah, I do. But only if you’re comfortable with it too. I don’t want you to participate only to please me,” you reply.

“That’s definitely not my reason for caution, but if you insist, I guess we’ll do it.” He leans against the door and stares at you before he speaks again.

“There are some things I need to go over with you first, though.”

“What’s up?” You fold your arms and wait for him to reply.

“I have rules. A lot of rules, but I won’t enforce all of them tonight because this is your first time.”

He continues after you give him a nod.

“I need you to understand that whatever happens in this room stays in this room. There’s nothing to be ashamed of and there is nothing you cannot tell me. So, if you want to try something that’s not on the list you gave me, just tell me. I’ll do my best to see it through.”

“And if you want me to stop at any point, you let me know. Don’t wait around until it’s unbearable. I am the Dominant and you will be my submissive but that does not mean I get to take advantage of you. Do you understand that?”

“I understand and I’ll remember it when I’m in there. Promise.” You tell him.

The small praise he gives you for your answer makes you feel like you’re levitating.

“And remember that I’m no longer Hoseok when we go in there. I’m Sir. Do not address me as anything else unless I tell you to. You break the rules, you get punished and I end the game. You won’t come, and I won’t touch you again. You got that?”

“Yeah. I got it.” You do your best to hide your excitement, working overtime to keep your smile at bay.

Hoseok rolls his eyes and carries on unlocking the door. When the correct code is entered, the door unlocks, and he opens it slightly. You try to peek over his shoulder to see what’s inside, but he blocks your view and turns around.

“I cannot stress this enough. Please make sure you follow directions. Nothing pisses me off more than a disobedient sub. I’ll give you one fuck up, but that’s it. I don’t have time to train you, so you’ll have to learn quickly.”

He finally steps aside so you can see, then turns on the lights. Hoseok tells you to enter and your excitement only grows. Your legs move quickly before he can change his mind.

Once inside, you discover a world you’ve only read about in online chat rooms and seen in porn. The room is large, bigger than your entire bedroom. A gasp escapes you when you lay eyes on the multiple toys and devices along the walls. This isn’t a room; it’s his dungeon.

Sex swings and shackles hang from the ceiling, and a huge four-poster bed sits on the right side of the room. It’s draped with black satin sheets and matching red restraints are attached to each bed post. Sybians and some other machines are stationed in different areas of the room. You’ve seen some of these before but most you aren’t familiar with. There’s an X-cross near the back wall, and you make a mental note to ask him about it later. Something about it intrigues you but aren’t sure if you’re ready to be flogged yet.

Tables of all shapes and sizes are scattered about, some with restraints and some without. The whole room is truly breathtaking, but what really catches your eye are the wide selection of plugs aligning the wall to your right.

“I have something special for you; those are just for display.”

You almost forgot that Hoseok was in the room, and his voice startles you. When you turn around, you suddenly realize how close he is to you. So close that you feel as if you’re being surrounded by the scent of his cologne. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t addicting.

“O-Oh, okay. Thanks.” You’re suddenly feeling a bit shy. It’s only occurred to you now that your boss is about to see you completely naked, and your self-conscious thoughts start getting the better of you.

Hoseok seems to sense your unease, and gives your arm a gentle squeeze. You aren’t sure how he does it, but just a simple touch from him relaxes your nerves a bit. However, the softness of his tone fades in the blink of an eye, indicating that the games are about to begin.

“Follow the rules, and we won’t have any problems. Okay?”

“I will, Sir,” you reply.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head up so you can look at him.

“That’s a good slut. Now turn towards the wall and strip. Take off everything and do not turn around until I tell you to. Understand?” His praises fuel you with the confidence you need to do as he asks, forgetting about the jitters and nervousness you had previously.

“Yes, Sir.”

You turn in the opposite direction and begin the task of taking off your clothes as he ordered. You try your best not to let your curiosity get to you because the last thing you want is for him to end playtime. You know that he’d never agree to this again if you fuck up.

“We’ll be using colors for communication tonight. Are you familiar with the color system?” His voice decreases in volume the further away he goes, but you can still hear him clearly.

“I’ve read about it, but I cannot say that I’m confident, Sir.” You fold all of your clothing and neatly place them on the floor beside you.

“Well, let’s go over them briefly. You have a sharp mind so I’m certain you’ll remember them.” You can hear him rummaging through drawers, running water, and messing with different things as he speaks.

“There are three colors you need to remember. Green, yellow, and red. If I ask you at any point how you’re doing, you’ll respond with one of those colors. Are you with me so far?” he quizzes.

“Green, yellow, and red. Yes, I’ll remember them, Sir.”

“Perfect. Now let me tell you what each of them mean. Green is good; it means you’re doing okay, and I can keep going. You can say yellow if you want me to ease up or slow down. You can also say yellow if you’re a little nervous about something we’re about to try. Lastly, and this is most important. Red means stop. Simply as that. You call red, and it’s over, okay. Now repeat everything back to me.”

You clear your throat to make sure he can hear you.

“Green means that it feels good, and I want you to continue, yellow means slow down, and red means stop, Sir.”

He does a slow clap, praising you for paying attention. “Very good, slut. Keep it up, and I might let you suck my cock.” You almost choke when you hear those filthy words coming from your boss. “That’s a pretty toy you have back there, but it’s only going to get in my way,” he adds, referencing your sparkly anal plug.

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you try to distract yourself by letting your eyes wander over your body. Thankfully, you’re prepared and your skin is nice and smooth. You aren’t sure what all Hoseok has planned for you, but you’re sure he’s going to see every inch of you.

Speaking of, where did Hoseok go? It’s quiet, too quiet for your liking.

Did he change his mind? He wouldn’t just leave you here if he did, would he? You let your curiosity get the best of you and turn around to see if he’s still in the room. However, that was a mistake because you find your boss standing directly behind you. He wears a sly smirk on his face; his arms are folded as if he was expecting you to fuck up.

“Sorry, I thought you left.” You lower your head, but then his finger gently slips under your chin and lifts it.

“Even if I left. Did I ever say you could turn around?” he sighs.

“No, Sir. You didn’t.”

“You are really testing my patience already, so don’t fuck up again.” He begins walking towards the back of the room, this time motioning for you to follow. When he stops by a table near the corner, he pats it a few times.

“Come here and lie down. Quickly. Before I change my mind.” He starts rolling up his sleeves, making you gulp at the sight of the thick veins running along his arms.

Honestly, you wish he’d just bend you over and fuck you already, but this is what you asked for, so you’ll have to play by the rules if you want that to happen.

Once you’re seated, you lie on your back and wait for your boss’s next command. The cold leather combined with your shaky nerves has you shivering, but you don’t voice any complaints.

“Are you cold or scared?” he asks you, and you lift your head to respond.

“A little bit of both, Sir.”

Unfortunately, the table doesn’t accommodate your entire body, so your legs are left dangling in an awkward position. Your feet are barely touching the ground.

“Thank you for being honest with me. That’s very good, slut.” He places a bundle of rope on your stomach, and your mind begins to drift to all kinds of naughty thoughts. “If you push yourself up a bit and rest your head on the head rest, you’ll be more comfortable. And try not to worry about the temperature, I’ll warm you up in a minute.”

You take Hoseok’s advice and make yourself more comfortable while he moves over to the right side of you. He then binds your wrist with the straps connected to the table. When it’s secure enough for him, he leans over and does the same with the other, tugging them both gently and asking you if they’re okay. The fit is snug but there is no pain or discomfort, so you let him know you’re okay with them.

After grabbing the rope, he crouches down, and you can no longer see what he’s doing. All you can feel is him tying your ankles to the table’s legs, and before you know it, you’re completely immobile and at his mercy.

“How are we doing?” he quizzes.

“We’re doing fine, Sir.” There’s a shakiness in your voice that makes his head tilt, and he assumes you’re uncomfortable.

“What’s our color, slut?”

“Green, Sir. I’m just a little eager, I guess.” You lift your head slightly to look at him, and you’re met with that same little smirk.

“Very good,” he praises. “But don’t get too excited; it’s going to be a long night for you.”

Five minutes later, you’re an absolute mess on Hoseok’s table. He recommended stimulation to raise your body temperature, but you did not expect him to pull out one of his toys to do so. Also, you had no idea he meant this kind of stimulation. Never in your life did you think you’d be bound to a table with a wand pressed firmly against your clit.

The vibrations cause you to squirm, but your restraints provide no room for escape. If the settings were lowered a bit, it wouldn’t be so intense. Hoseok notices your discomfort immediately, and does a quick check in.

“Talk to me.” He squirts some lube on the wand, twisting the device to mix the substance with your arousal.

“Yellow, Sir. I think. No, sorry. Yellow’s my color, Sir.”

“You wanna try something else?” He lowers the intensity and prepares to remove it all together on your call.

“No, Sir. I-I guess I just need a minute to get in the mood,” you answer truthfully.

Hoseok nods in response then walks around the table to speak into your ear. His voice sends tingles through your body, making you shiver even more.

“Need some help?” He starts with a kiss on the shell of your ear, and slowly makes his way down your neck.

“Yes, Sir.” The moaning following your words is accidental, but your boss finds it amusing nevertheless. His lips curl into a smirk before his teeth graze your skin ever so gently. However, the sensation riles you up, and your breathing starts to get heavier with every touch.

“Take it easy,” he whispers while reaching out to fondle with your breasts.

He kneads them and admires how they mold in his hand. Your body is slowly starting to adjust to the atmosphere, and any unease is replaced by pleasure.

When his fingers begin to twirl and gently pinch your aroused nipples, a gasp leaves your mouth and your head lolls towards him in hope that his lips will muffle your small cries.

“Sir. Please.”

“Does this feel good?” His tongue flattens and makes a journey to your jaw line, nipping the flesh with his teeth and then leaving a small kiss to soothe the patch of skin.

“Mmhm. Yes, Sir. God, it feels so good,” you reply. Your body has finally adapted to the intense vibrations, and now the familiar feeling is steadily rising to its peak.

“I think you just wanted my attention. Didn’t you slut? It seems like she’s having fun too.” Hoseok’s head motions towards your lower body, where your hips absentmindedly circle on the lube-covered device. “My table’s getting sticky already.”

He stays in the position he’s in and watches you for a moment. His lips remain pressed against your flesh, leaving gentle kisses at random.

“That’s it. Grind your pussy on that for a bit while I go and grab something,” Hoseok then whispers in your ear. He gives your tits one final squeeze before he abandons them and stands up.

Your boss then disappears somewhere behind you, but you’re too busy chasing your high to be concerned about his whereabouts. You’ve never had any problems with making yourself come, and the lubrication makes it easy to drag your clit on the wand’s head.

It doesn’t take long before your tiny whimpers to elevate into blissful moans. Hoseok hears your whining and panting, and a loud clunk fills the room, indicating he’s dropped something. When he speaks, his tone becomes rough and filled with authority.

“Don’t get too excited. You can only come when I tell you to. Keep that in mind or you’ll be sorry, slut,” he warns you.

With those words, you desperately try to calm yourself down, but it’s too late. You’ve already worked yourself up, and your orgasm is near. Hoseok returns within a split second and pushes the vibrator closer to your clit, causing you to scream and clench your muscles.

“Sir, ahh! I-I can’t Please turn it down!”

He pulls the wand away briefly and slaps your clit for being disrespectful. Stars form behind your eyelids due to the shockwaves of the impact.

“Shut up, slut. The damn thing is on the lowest setting. We’re just getting started, and you’re already whining like a little bitch.” He spits on your cunt then roughly shoves the vibrator on your sensitive bud. He smirks at the way your arousal gushes out before turning his attention towards you. He nearly makes you come before he turns it off suddenly. “And don’t ever tell me what you can’t do, understand.”

“Yes, Sir. I-I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Hoseok moves in closer and his hand wraps around your throat.

“It better not. Now stick your filthy tongue out, slut,” he murmurs.

You follow his orders and allow him to spit directly into your mouth. When he tells you to swallow, you obey. After, you show him your tongue so he can see that nothing’s left behind, earning a proud smile.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, slut. Now relax…I have a surprise for you,” he informs, releasing his hold on your throat.

That’s when you notice the lit candle in his left hand, and your heart rate starts to increase rapidly. Suddenly, you’re a bit nervous about being in this position.

“I’ve been thinking about the things you put on that little list of yours for a while, you know,” he admits. But one look at your worried expression has Hoseok pausing his ministrations.

“What’s our color?” he requests.

You’re terrified, but curious. Hoseok wouldn’t hurt you intentionally; that you’re sure of, but your nerves are getting the best of you. Your mind races with so many thoughts. It scares you and excites you all at once.

“And don’t lie to me,” Hoseok adds.

“Yellow, Sir. I’m just a little nervous, but I want to continue.”

“That’s normal. This is new for you, so I expect you to be a bit timid about certain things.” He then holds out his arm and brings the candle over it, tilting it slightly so a few drops of the hot wax can spill onto his skin. His eyes close, and he takes a deep breath as it’s molding to his flesh.

“These are made of natural oils and ingredients. It shouldn’t irritate your skin, but we’ll test it out first, okay?” When you agree to the plan, he continues. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like it, and I will. I have everything prepared in case of an emergency. There’s no need to worry.”

Hoseok’s hand gently caresses your thigh to put you at ease, and you appreciate his patience with you. You know he likes to get things moving quickly, and he’s only moving slowly on your behalf.

“You have to trust me, okay. That’s the only way this is going to work. Just relax and let me take care of you. I promise that your mind and body are safe with me. All you have to do is let go and let me take the lead.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes at the puppy eyes he’s giving you. If you didn’t trust Hoseok, you wouldn’t be anywhere near this room. He’s right. You should just let him do his thing. He knows what he’s doing and you’re confident in knowing you’re still in control despite being restrained.

“Let’s do it.”

You close your eyes and wait patiently, but nothing happens. It isn’t until you’re finally brave enough to take a tiny peek through your lashes that you see him hovering the candle over your stomach.

“Take a deep breath for me,” he instructs, angling the candle so the wax can drip.

The first drop hits you before you can close your eyes again and the feeling leaves you gasping for air.

“Aah! Oh my god!” You lift your head and watch the pink wax harden on your stomach in astoundment.

Hoseok’s on full alert, searching your face for any sign of discomfort, but before he can ask questions, you beat him to the punch.

“Green. Fucking green. Please do it again, Sir.”

He chuckles at your reaction and tilts the candle again, leaving a small trail this time to test the waters. When he hears nothing but moans from you, his creativity sparks and he starts making circles and other shapes on your thighs. Your body tenses when the vibrator is turned on abruptly, and the urge to chase your pleasure is too good to resist.

“Sir! Oh my god…please turn it down. I’ll come if you don’t.”

He shakes his head. “Nope, this is what you wanted. Take it like a big girl.” Hoseok continues pouring wax on your skin like you aren’t barely keeping it together beneath him.

A long road of wax is made down the center of your body, starting at your belly button, and ending between your breasts. Hoseok ends up pouring the last of the liquid over your tits, and your nipples harden as the substance molds around them.

He then sets down the candle so he can tease your pussy with the wand, and your body reacts by attempting to squirm away. You clench your fists tightly in an effort to prevent yourself from coming this instant, but you know you won’t be able to hold on for much longer.

“Sir, please. I can’t hold it much longer.” You’ve only been in here for about half of an hour, and he’s already pushing your limits. You think you might explode if you don’t come soon.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growls, using his free hand to snatch you up by your hair. “You better build your fucking tolerance up, slut.”

He presses his forehead against yours and forces you to look him in the eye before he continues to berate you.

“You’re lucky I have some self-control because I’d have you on your fucking knees choking on cock right now if you knew any better. Go ahead and come, but don’t make a mess–”

“Oh, fuck! I’m so sorry! Fuck!”

Your orgasm peaks before he can even finish his sentence. Blame his filthy words, the tingling sensation from the candle wax, and the vibrator pressed firmly against your sensitive clit for pushing you over the edge.

You can feel your juices squirting everywhere, and your body begins to tremble from the intense wave of pleasure. When you finally calm down and come to your senses, you realize your eagerness was a big mistake.

Hoseok quickly starts untying your wrist and ankles, making you believe he’s about to end the game because you didn’t follow the rules. You try to apologize, but the words don’t come out fast enough.

“You fucking bitch!” he growls, snatching you off the table by your hair. He forces you to your knees and pulls your head towards him as he squats down behind you.

“Not only did you come before I finished giving instructions, but your filthy cunt has fucked up my table. You better clean this shit up before it drips on the floor,” he demands, pushing your face in the spilled juices.

You lick up as much as you can, and when he’s satisfied with what you’ve done, he pulls you to your feet.

“Thank you, Sir.” You can feel his erection twitch against your back as your tongue slowly drags across your lips.

“The things you do to me,” he murmurs before he spins you around and kisses you so roughly that it makes your head spin. “Goddamn, your pussy tastes so fucking good. I need my cock in you. Now.”

Hoseok hurriedly leads you across the room to a much larger table. It seems much more comfortable than the other, but something tells you that you won’t be lying on it.

“Let’s see how disrespectful you are when your cunt’s getting split open by my cock,” he growls in your ear, bending you over the table.

He takes one of the ropes from your ankle and uses it to bind your wrist behind your back. Before he does anything else, he makes sure that it’s secure then asks if you’re okay with the bindings. You don’t have any complaints, so he begins taking off his clothes.

You can hear his belt buckle hit the floor when he pulls down his pants and the sounds of his shirt tearing as he rips it off. While you wait, your thighs impatiently rub together, and you look forward to the pounding you’re about to receive. When the tip of his cock grazes your entrance, it takes everything not to push yourself back onto it. You’re so eager to feel him inside of you, and you can only hope that he doesn’t tease you for too long.

Hoseok doesn’t seem to be in the mood for any more games either, and he slowly starts filling you up inch by inch. Your body responds with a gush of arousal, and it only assists him in burying himself in your pussy. The only thing you can think, feel, or see when you close your eyes is Hoseok, and it brings on a pleasure so intense you can only moan and tremble beneath him.

Once again, you’re snatched up by your hair, and the action snaps you out of your blissful state.

“You were begging for my dick outside, and now you got it. Straighten the fuck up and take it, slut.” Hoseok pushes your head on the table and maintains his firm grip on your strands.

You’re left gasping for air when he starts fucking you from behind. His thrusts are quick but deeper than you ever imagined, and you don’t know if you should be begging or praying for more. You know for a fact that you’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care because it feels too good to stop. You want more. No, you need more.

“Sir, please!”

Hoseok slows down for a moment and starts removing your anal plug.

“Oh, you want more? Alright, I got you.” He selects a dildo from his arrangement of toys and squirts some lube on it. “Get it ready.”

He places the object on your hand and moves it up and down, coaxing you to stroke it at the pace he’s set. When he’s satisfied with what you’ve done, he compliments you for your “hard work” then moves the dildo to your back entrance.

His hips stop moving completely as he carefully begins pushing it inside of you. Your nails dig into your hands as you take inch after inch, making Hoseok raise an eyebrow. “How are we doing?” he asks.

You manage to choke out “green,” so he continues until he can’t fit anymore into your puckered hole. You squeeze tightly to keep it in place, and it earns you some praises from your boss.

“Looks like you can be a good little slut for me after all, huh?” Now that you’ve adjusted, he moves his hips, and your moaning begins to fill the room again.

“Yes, Sir. Your dick feels so good. Thank you so much for fucking my filthy cunt, aah-Oh my…Yes, fuck!”

When he hits your g-spot, your knees nearly give out. Every bit of your strength is being used to keep the toy from sliding out, and even that is becoming difficult when he pace quickens. Hoseok notices and helps you out by grabbing your waist to prevent you from falling.

However, what he does next has you sobbing and drooling all over the table. He removes his hand from your hair and grabs another candle. This one has been burning for quite a while, and a lot of liquid has accumulated at the top.

“Deep breaths, slut,” is his only warning before pouring the scolding substance all over your bare ass.

You cry out in pleasure as the hot wax stiffens on your skin. You can barely contain yourself as he digs deeper into your cunt and tells you all the dirty things you want to hear.

“Look at how sloppy your tight little cunt gets for me. I should have done this a long time ago; then maybe I’d be able to keep a maid around here. Fucking whores were always fighting over this sweet little pussy, and now I know why.” The skin-slapping noises are wet and lewd but fuel the burning desire in your gut. You can barely register what Hoseok is saying because the pleasure is beginning to take control. “...it’s fucking delicious, and now it’s all mine.”

Hoseok’s thrust into you as if it’s the last piece of ass he’ll ever receive, and his stamina is through the roof. He isn’t showing an ounce of fatigue.

“It’s a greedy little pussy too. Every time I try to pull out, it sucks me right back in. And I bet you want more, huh?” He begins pulling and pushing the dildo that rests in your back entrance, making your moans turn into screams.

Whatever you manage to blurt out must be a well enough answer because he unties your wrist and tells you to hold on to the table.

“I think you know how this goes by now but hold on tight anyway. This is going to be a big one,” he warns.

When the wax hits your skin this time, you lose yourself completely and disobediently claim your orgasm. Your body is swarmed with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and all you can do is hold on and enjoy the ride. Hoseok is trying his best to fuck you, but your walls squeeze around his length so tightly that he can barely move.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he cries out from behind you.

You look under the table and find both your arousal and molding wax dripping down your legs, some eventually hitting the floor. Hoseok has to pin you in place to stop you from flying over the edge. His thrusts are so powerful, you’re a bit afraid the table will break.

You can’t even hold yourself up anymore as you come down from your high. You’re a mess, but to him, you’ve never looked more beautiful. He hopes that he didn’t push you too far; that was never his intention. He just wanted to make you happy. Hoseok would do anything to make you smile.

“You good?” he checks in, easing out of your battered cunt. Your eyes snap open because you know that he hasn’t come yet.

“No!” you reach back and stop him. “You haven’t finished, Sir.”

“That’s okay, baby. You’re probably sore and I wasn’t even supposed to go this far–”

“Then use my other hole, Sir. Use me like the whore I am. Punish me for being a filthy slut and coming all over your floor without permission.”

Your coaxing works and he wastes no time in removing the dildo then placing it on the table. The sudden emptiness makes you whimper.

“Oh, shut up, slut. That greedy hole of yours is going to be filled. Don’t worry,” he promises before shoving his cock in you.

You’re already prepped and ready for him, so he slides in easily. Hoseok doesn’t waste a second of his time inside of you; he’s thrusting in and out of you at the speed of light before you can even prepare yourself.

Some of his thrusts have your feet leaving the ground, and you have to grip the table again to stop yourself from going over. The candle wax has now molded to your skin, and you can hear it cracking with every snap of Hoseok’s hips into yours.

“Fuck, I’m close. On your knees, slut!” he barks, pulling out and all but throwing you to the floor. “Tap my thigh if you need air.” He slides in your mouth as soon as it opens.

You relax your jaw and allow him to feed you as much of his cock as he pleases. You remember to breathe through your nose and keep your eyes on him the way he likes it. He slowly pulls out and repeats his actions until he can find a steady rhythm. Once he does, his hand comes to the back of your head to keep you in place so he can use your mouth to chase his high.

Your eyes and lungs burn with sensitivity, but you take every inch he gives you with no complaints. Your attention remains on him while he drills into your mouth, and he curses when he notices you staring.

“Shit, you look so fucking hot on your knees for me. Why are you crying, huh? You love my cock that much?” He’s barely keeping his composure. His strained voice is evidence of his approaching orgasm.

When you hum in approval, the vibrations send your boss over the edge.

“Oh, fuck! That’s it, baby. You ready for my cum?” he moans, picking up his pace.

Your hand travels between your legs so you can shove your finger inside of your pussy. Hoseok’s eyes follow your movements, and he notices what’s happening immediately. That, along with the sounds of your juices squelching and echoing through the room, has him spilling a warm load of his seed in your mouth.

“Damn. Don’t spill any, baby,” he sighs when he’s sliding out of you. His cum soothes your aching throat, so you have no problem with swallowing every drop.

You stick out your tongue to show him that you didn’t leave anything behind, and he praises you for following his orders.

“Good girl. You’ve earned every drop of it.” He notices that you’re still trying to rub one out and his features soften. “Don’t do that.”

Hoseok picks you up from the floor then lays you on the table before he spreads your legs.

“You don’t ever have to do that when I’m here. Just tell me what you want, and you’ll always get it,” he states while separating your folds.

You just know he’s about to tease you, and you don’t have the strength for that anymore. So, you grab his hair and bury his face in your cunt. Hoseok does not protest at all and dives right in like it’s his favorite meal.

“Or you can just take it,” he chuckles right before his lips wrap around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He drains every bit of strength you have left right out of you with every flick of his tongue. Your legs attempt to close around his head, but he grabs them and pins them open, trapping you between him and the table.

“Sir, please! I’m so close. More. I need more,” you cry, and he gives you exactly what you’re begging for.

Hoseok inserts two fingers into your dripping sex and fucks you while his mouth tends to your throbbing clit. Your body falls limp and your eyes roll back; there’s nothing you can do but take whatever he’s giving you because you don’t have the energy to protest. Not that you would anyway. The pleasure is too great to stop and by the time he adds a third finger, you’re seeing stars.

Your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. The orgasm you’ve been craving hits you without warning, and the experience is out of this world. It feels as if your body is floating off the table, defying the laws of gravity. You’re so high that it appears impossible to come down. Hoseok continues to help you through it and his persistence has you squirting your juices all over his face.

Apologies spill from your lips but he simply brushes them off and continues to fuck you into overstimulation. His pace slows down only when you begin to squirm, and he gently removes his fingers upon your request.

“Are you okay?” You hear his voice, but you don’t know if you were able to give him an answer.

Your body is finally surrendering to exhaustion and his words sound so far away. You can feel his lips all over your body, worshiping and praising you for everything you’ve done for him. His voice slowly begins to fade, and your vision becomes dark.

You don’t even remember what happens next because you’re drifting off to sleep as soon as your eyelids close. The last thing you hear is Hoseok calling your name. However, you’re too burned out to answer.

Hoseok stands there for a moment, just taking this all in. He can’t believe this actually happened. This was overstepping every boundary he set in place. You’re his daughter’s nanny. You two should have never taken your relationship any further than platonic. But he could not stop himself. You’re irresistible, and it was only a matter of time before he gave in.

He just wanted you to enjoy yourself tonight; that you deserved. You take care of his daughter 24/7, and you barely have time for yourself. Hoseok has begged you to take a vacation, but you can’t handle spending a day without Nari.

That’s why he asked Seokjin and his wife if she could come over this weekend. So, you could have a break, and so he can discuss your future in the Jung residence. The conversation will be easier with his daughter out of this mansion because he doesn’t know how you’ll react, and he knows Nari won’t take the news well either.

But this has gotten too messy, and the two of you need to discuss your relationship before it becomes an issue. You’re driving him crazy. He’s fired three maids because he didn’t want them touching you. He knows you are an adult, and you can do as you please but he can’t stand the thought of you being with someone else. Hoseok should not be having thoughts like that, and that’s where the problem comes in.

He can’t do this anymore; he needs to ask you to resign. You can no longer be Nari’s nanny. It’d never work, not like this. This was a tough decision and he’s willing to take all the heat for everything. He knows that you love Nari with all of your being, so he’s hopeful that you’ll understand why he has to do this.

5 years later

“Mommy!” your daughter calls from the hallway. You’re running late as usual, but last night was eventful and caused you to oversleep.

“I’m coming! Do you have your backpack, sweetheart? If we leave now, I won’t be late for work.” You grab your purse from the kitchen and head towards the foyer.

She approaches you with a little pout on her face. However, before you can ask what’s wrong, the front door swings open.

Your husband rushes in and drops to his knees, earning himself a scolding for ruining the slacks you ironed for him this morning. However, it only passes through his ears as “blah, blah, blah” because the only person on his mind right now is his little angry princess.

“Hoseok, you nearly gave me a heart attack barging in here like that. What’s up with you?” You stand there with your hand on your hip, trying to figure out what the hell is happening.

He rises to his feet with his daughter in tow. She’s clinging on to him like a tiny koala and you cannot prevent a smile from forming on your face.

“Well, I took Nari and CiCi to school this morning, drove all the way to the office, then I realized that I didn’t kiss my youngest princess before I left the house.”

Hoseok’s admission warms your heart. If you’d known this is what all the fuss was about, you would have taken her to see him. You’re already late and now he is too. However, work is always secondary when it comes to his family and you wouldn’t argue with him about that.

“Daddy’s so sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you. Let’s go dancing at mommy’s restaurant tonight, and embarrass her like last time. We’ll even order a ton of ice cream, okay?”

His offers seem to cheer her up, and she gives a little nod to let him know she’d like that very much. Hoseok is always able to brighten the girls’ day whenever they’re upset. So whenever they’re sad, they run straight to him.

“As long as daddy pays his bill. Unlike last time,” you remind him, winking at your daughter.

“God, please let this one be a boy,” you murmur to yourself, a hand running over your small baby bump.

“I can’t handle another girl. Nari told me that she needed a training bra last week. I nearly choked on my water. How did she even know that, and I didn’t?”

Hoseok laughs at your whining, always claiming how easy you have it compared to him. The girls have him and his bank account wrapped around their fingers, and he’s a sucker for a sad face.

“At least you didn’t have to go to work with a fucking fairy princess makeover,” he mouths quietly so Ava can’t hear him.

Remembering your husband dressed in a business suit paired with a tutu and tiara has you cackling. However, what your toddler requests next has both you and Hoseok frozen in fear.

“Daddy, can I have a pet snake?”

Hoseok’s first reaction is to turn to you, but you’re already retreating to your vehicle. He calls out for you, but you ignore his cries. You don’t get in the middle of daddy-daughter negotiations.

“Sorry, babe. I’m off duty,” you yell back before shutting the door and heading towards your car.

If you’d known that getting fired would have brought you this much happiness, you would have pissed Hoseok off months before the night you took your relationship to the next level. It was hard moving out and leaving Nari behind so you could properly date her father but in the end, it all worked out. Having an intimate relationship with your boss was both unprofessional and unethical so it was only right to resign from your position.

Now you have a loving husband, two more beautiful children, and your relationship with Nari is stronger than ever. With your free time and extra cash you saved working as a live-in nanny, you ended up getting an apartment and finishing culinary school like you planned. You even opened your own restaurant about three years ago, and it has nothing but five-star reviews. It’s about a block away from your husband’s company, and he often recommends it to his clients and colleagues as an option for brunch, lunch, and dinner.

Hoseok proposed to you at the grand opening, and you found out that you were pregnant with Cici a month later. Your two and a half year old, Ava, came sooner after your middle daughter’s birth and your hands have been full ever since.

With three spoiled princesses running around the house, you can only hope that this one is a boy. If it’s not, then you’ll just have to ask Hoseok to try one more time. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind.

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Blue Orchid

Flowers for Ishtar, Chapter 1

(Nonhuman!Mando x f!Reader) [+18!]

You’d had to bite down on the corner of your blanket when you thought of him pinning you to the wall or bending you over the dashboard, stuffing you full of his length while he groaned his praises in your ears until you were soaked.

This was not at all what you had imagined.

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Summary: You discover your hunting partner isn't human, which in a galaxy far, far away isn't that strange until his alien needs become too much for him to hide.

Rating: Explicit as FUCK

Word count: 9.2k

Content warnings: Major kinks: breeding and pregnancy, eggs and oviposition, mpreg/fpreg, alien genitalia. Minor kinks: praise, eating and weight gain. Kink sprinkles: threw some things in like just a tad of sex pollen, hair pulling, spanking, a very brief daddy kink, the idea of a/b/o. There's a few more but if you're familiar with my writing you know what's up. Negatives: body horror, dysphoria.

A/N: Yeah... um... hm... So this is some weird shit but if you enjoyed Garden of Ishtar this will be right up your alley. If that was weird and creepy for you then this is not for you! You have been warned!!!

There’s something strange going on with your partner.

Mando, as he insisted on being called, even though that was clearly not his real name, had been acting differently recently. Though he was an odd one from the get-go, the burly, short-tempered, efficient hunter took some getting used to, but now something about him was off.

It was a strange partnership you’d gotten yourself into, ever since that day you had been sitting in the same cantina booth as him on Nevarro, arguing with Karga over the last available bounty puck.

“Karga, I’m not splitting a puck with this guy.” You’d barked, crossing your arms and leaning back with a huff. Next to you, the armored stranger grunted in agitated agreement, his plated shoulders catching the light as they stiffened. You didn’t know each other, and as far as you could tell the only thing you both had in common was that you both worked for the Guild.

“Well that’s too bad!” The old agent stated, shaking his head. “This is the last one I’ve got until next month, so unless one of you wants to wait until then, this is all I have left. You're going to have to work together as a team.”

“Unless I kill her first.” The iron giant said coldly, not even looking your way.

“I’d like to see you try.” A knife flew from your belt to the table as you buried the tip of it in the faux wood counter, glaring daggers with your eyes at his shiny metal head.

“Easy now, we’re all friends here! Can’t have my two best hunters fighting, or killing each other…”

“Bullshit, I’m the best hunter here, Kargsy, and you know it.” Fury seethed from your words, but it was seemingly lost on the other man. “Tinman here can go fuck himself.”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No, but I fuck yours with it!”

Greef slammed a fist down on the table, making the trio of spotchka glasses bounce and spill. “That’s enough, either you two figure out how to play nice or neither of you will be getting this puck, or any other pucks for that matter! And that’s final!”

That was six months ago.

Despite your differences, the pair of you made for a terrifying duo, between his heavily armored body and your quick, nimble blades, it was like hell itself had released its most deadly demons. The bounty was found, hunted, and captured so quickly and easily that the minute the Razor Crest touched back down on Nevarro you were both excitedly harassing Karga for more.

Your newfound companion didn’t talk much, but what he didn’t say with his words he made up for with his actions. He gave you a little backstory, filling you in on his Mandalorian heritage and what that meant regarding his helmet and armor, and you were fine with the condition that he would never show his face around you. What he did show you was how lethal he could be, a whirlwind of blasters and beskar, an immovable object that coupled neatly with your unstoppable force.

It was poetry in motion.

Bounties fell at your feet like wheat before the scythe, wracking up credits like Kessel-running smugglers which you both blew on firearms and vibroblades as if the galaxy was ending tomorrow. What didn’t go towards guns and ammo went towards food and fuel, the Crest blasting off of Nevarro again and again and again.

As time went on, you slowly started to warm up to each other. You couldn’t really say you were friends, just work partners that happened to be flawlessly efficient at what they did. It was a fine arrangement, but over time small, but significant changes between you started to catch your attention.

You’d pinned a bounty, a large, malodorous Twi’lek that nearly squirmed out from your grasp, only to earn themselves a vicious cold-clocking to the back of their tentacled skull. Breath heavy and eyes burning with aggression, you’d slogged the captive into the carbonite freezer like you were taking out the trash, your wanton strength not going unnoticed by your companion.

“Good job.” Mando had said with a tilt of his helmet, watching your chest heave with adrenaline. “Such a strong verd’ika, can’t wait to see what you do to the next guy.” He’d never complimented you up to that point, if he spoke to you at all. It’d caught you off guard, but in a good way, and you knew right then you wanted to hear him say it again.

So you kept doing a good job.

And you did it on purpose.

The next bounty you held in place while Mando punched their lights out, holding steadfast against the living sledgehammer that was your partner, wincing every time you felt his fists explode against the Aqualish’s exoskeleton. When they’d keeled over, you let them fall to the floor, jumping slightly when Mando patted your shoulder, impressed with your ability to hold your own.

He seemed kind, when he wasn’t retaliating against your snide remarks or beating the living shit out of a bounty. Often when it was just the two of you he was almost soft spoken, asking you if you got enough to eat or if your wounds needed tending to, but not once did he ever make a pass at you.

That was somewhat of a surprise, but you didn’t even know what species he was, so there was a good chance you weren’t even on his sexual radar. He looked human, he obviously wasn’t a Togruta or a Twi’ with that helmet, and he was too tall to be a Rodian or Ugnaught. Too broad to be Gungan.

He was humanly proportioned to a sinful degree, his wide armored shoulders and cinched waist giving you wicked thoughts in the late hours. Even his fucking voice did something to you, the deep, gravelly husk of it almost reverberated in your chest when he spoke, and more than once you wished it would vibrate for you somewhere else.

But you were just two hunters making a living, nothing more.

Recently, however, something had started to change; and it wasn’t something that you liked. You weren’t buddy-buddy, but in the recent weeks his demeanor had started to wane. Mando was always private, taking his meals alone and keeping the fresher door locked when in use, but even when he wasn’t dealing with the necessary inconveniences of being alive he was starting to avoid you more and more.

At first you let him have his space, it was none of your business what was bothering him if he wasn’t going to speak up about it. But as the weeks seemed to drag on his temper began to flare more often, his sentences getting even shorter than they already were, his words sharp and vindictive.

You let it slide until he was rude to a merchant in a Bespin market, demanding more food rations than what he was being offered. Mando had left the market with so much dried meat and canned vegetables that it was falling out of his satchel, leaving a breadcrumb trail of bantha-in-a-can as he stormed back to the ship.

He was eating more often, too, squirreling himself away from your campfires or tucking himself up in either his sleeping cubby or the cockpit; whichever was further away from you at the time. You had your own space in the upstairs part of the Crest where he’d strung a ramshackle hammock for you, but it was so close to her reactors that you frequently woke up sweaty whenever you were in hyperspace.

On one such occasion you decided to sneak over to the ladder hatch when he thought you were sleeping, carefully peeking into the hold below. You could see him in his alcove, but just barely, only his back visible to you from your vantage point. He was eating, a lot. You watched his back and shoulders heave with each desperate bite of food, gorging himself as if he’d been lost in the desert for weeks.

The next cycle he kept his back to you almost constantly, like he was trying to hide something from view, but there were very little private spaces in the ship, especially while the stars streaked by overhead. Try as he might, he couldn’t hide his secret from your prying eyes, though you weren’t surprised with what you saw after watching him eat like there was no tomorrow.

He was gaining weight.

It was just a little at first, maybe just an illusion brought on by some extra layers of clothing; hyperspace was chilly, after all. However it soon became obvious as his extra warmth began to pudge over his belt and upset his armor that it wasn’t all fluff. You checked the larder after he went up to the cockpit to work on the navigation, and you were alarmed to find that almost half of your rations were already used up after having left Bespin only three cycles ago.

Something was definitely up with your partner.

You were watching him now from where you sat on one of the supply crates, toying with a vibroblade while he rigorously cleaned a plate of his armor, his back turned to you. His beskar was spotless, nary a drop of blood or spec of dust remained. He was just trying to distract himself from his newfound curves, but you were starting to get frustrated.

It was time to get to the bottom of this.

“Hey, are you feeling alright? You’ve been acting-”

“I’m fine.” he barked, the aggression behind his words making you jump. You weren’t afraid of him, or he of you. Your partnership was mutually beneficial and respected, and it wasn’t like him to be so short with you in close quarters. You weren’t having any of it.

“That’s crap and you know it, something's up with you, I can tell. You wanna talk about it?” Though he wasn’t looking your way, you cast your eyes at his pudge muffin, hoping he would catch your implications without you having to put it into words.

He said nothing, instead he rose from his seat and hurried up the ladder to the flight deck, sealing the airlock behind him.

You didn’t see him again until the ship dropped from hyperspace.

It was a quiet couple of days, and fucking boring too. Mando didn’t even come down to use the fresher or grab food, which made you nervous after seeing him stress eating like he had been. The Crest touched down on Jedha not far from an enormous crater that the Empire had put there in its heyday, but even when the engines went quiet, the blast door remained sealed.

“Mando? You still alive in there?” You asked tentatively with your ear pressed to the door, rapping your knuckles against the durasteel.

“Fine.”

“Are you coming out?”

There was a long pause, then: “...No.”

You grumbled and donked your head against the door. “Are you gonna make me go get this bounty myself?” He didn’t answer, which unfortunately meant the answer to your question was ‘yes’. You sighed heavily like you’d heard him do innumerable times. “You suck. Do you need anything before I head out?”

“No, thank you verd’ika.”

He was still alive, and talking, so those were both good signs, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with him during your entire hunt. The bail jumper you were after came quietly, which on a regular day would make you angry that you had even wasted fuel for such a lame chase, but you were anxious to get back to your partner.

You marched the delinquent up the ramp and goaded them into the freezer, filling the little cabin with carbonite fog. Though you were making a hell of a racket, you still hollered up the ladder before climbing it, only to find the cockpit empty. Nervously you searched the upper floor, checking everywhere from your hammock to the fuselage, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Jumping down the ladder, you quickly scanned the hold, only to realize that you’d run right past him. The door to his cubby was closed, like it always was even when he wasn’t in it, but outside on the floor near the entrance were piles of empty food tins. Horrified, you checked the larder, your eyes going all the way to the bottom of the crate. He ate everything!

“Mando! I’m back! Open up!” You yelled, pounding your fist on the door, not giving a flying fuck if he was asleep. Something was very, very wrong.

“You’re back already?” He called, his voice weak and hoarse behind the door, making your blood run cold. Oh Maker no, don’t tell me he’s sick.

“Yeah, and I’m worried about you! Open this damn door before I rip it off its rails.”

“You need to leave. You can’t be here.”

“‘Scuse me? Fucker I live here! I’m not-”

“Please, you’re not safe.” He pleaded, his voice sounded broken and desperate, like he was trying to choke something back.

“Not safe? Mando you’re not making any sense, I already took care of the bounty, they-”

“You’re not safe from me!”

A weird mix of emotions flooded through you, first the worry for the health of your partner, the confusion at his panic, and suddenly the rage that burned behind your eyes at the mere notion of him thinking you couldn’t peel him apart like a can of sardines.

You’d had enough.

“Fuck you, chum bucket, this ends right now! Hope you’ve got pants on because I’m coming in!”

“No! Don’t, please!”

“HERE I COME!” You bellowed as you slammed your fist into the glowing button panel on the wall, deaf to his fretful protests. The metal grate rattled as it rolled upwards, and briefly your eyes caught the back of his head right before his helmet sank down over the dark curls that he kept secret. The fact that he even had hair was the least startling thing of all.

What hit you first was the smell.

Inside the sleeping cubby where the Mandalorian was hurriedly scuttling into the deepest reaches, the pungent scent of...something hurtled through your synapses. It didn’t stink, quite the opposite, it smelled delicious. Warm and rich, like honey on fruit sitting out on a beautiful summer day, the alien aroma making your mouth water.

“What the fuck is that smell?” you roared at the man huddled as far away from you as he could get, his body lost to the shadows behind the scattering of armor he had discarded. You didn’t like that one bit, feeling something akin to pity at his doubled-over, armorless frame. You sniffed the air again, taking deep, greedy inhalations and trying to decipher what the fuck was going on. “Are you eating starfruit?! You fuckhole! You’re snacking without me!”

“Please leave me alone.” He grumbled, wedging himself even harder against the back wall. “I’m fine, really, I just want to be alone.”

“Well that’s just too fuckin’ bad, you’re sick, and the least you could do is tell me what’s wrong. I have a right to know if my partner is gonna up and die on me.” He pleaded again, his voice sounding whiny even through his vocorder, but you were having none of it. “I’m coming in.”

“Dammit all, why won't you leave me alone?!” He was yelling now, but in his anger he turned enough towards you that you could see his front, making you gasp.

Big.

“Holy fucking shit, Mando, are you… are you pregnant?!” Hidden by his broad backside no longer, his protruding belly caught the light, jiggling a bit when he wrapped his arms around it.

“No! I mean… sorta…”

“The fuck do you mean sorta?!” you were screaming now, blown away by his swollen guts and the fact that he was very much not pregnant only a few days ago. “What the hell is that then?!”

He was caught now, you’d seen his shame and there was no going back. “They’re… they’re my eggs.”

You stood a moment, staring at him while your mouth flopped uselessly like a dying fish. Welp, there’s your answer, he is not human. There were lots of sentient species in this great big galaxy you called home, many of which produced offspring via eggs, so you weren’t as surprised by that as you were by the suddenness of it. Of... him.

Mando rubbed at his belly, curling in on himself as if doing so would shrink him down into nothingness where he could disappear into oblivion. “Please, it’ll pass, I’ve just… I’ve never had anyone around me while I...grmph... deal with it.”

His groan of pain broke your stare, pumping determination into your legs along with the burn of adrenaline. “Do… do you need help? Is there anything I can do for you?” You leaned forward into the alcove, reaching for him. “Are you in pain?”

“...I-I’m f-fine.” He shirked away from you, avoiding your touch. “Happens every couple of years, just...hmmph… it’s not usually… so much.”

Now you were just plain fascinated, climbing up slowly on your hands and knees, trying to be delicate. “Mando, I’m your partner, I’m not just gonna stand around while you suffer. Tell me what I can do to help.” The warrior flinched hard when your fingers found his shoulder, reflexively protecting his belly. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Cyar’ika, please, I don’t want to...hmmph… do anything that I-I’ll regret.”

“You already ate all our fucking food, what more could you do to piss me off?” You said with a laugh, trying to break the tension. Carefully you brushed your hand along his clothed shoulder, a thin smile dancing over your lips when you felt him shudder.

“You shouldn’t touch me, I’m dangerous.”

“You ain’t shit, and I’ve seen how you’ve stiched my wounds closed, you won’t hurt me. I know you.”

“No you don’t!” He screamed, flipping around all the way to try and shoo you out of the cubby, but his hefty gut kept him rooted in place. You couldn’t help but stare at his rounded middle, his flack coat straining to keep zipped shut as the weight of him wobbled delightfully. It made you laugh.

“Mando! You’re gonna be a m... da... parent! You’re gonna be a parent! Why didn’t you tell me?! I would have baked you a cake.”

“It’s.. it’s never been this bad.” he stuttered, consigning himself to the fact that he was stuck with you. “I grow a clutch every year or so, but it’s usually just a handful of... them.” he hissed with an air of disgust, shame creeping into his voice. “They pass without much issue, but it’s never been this much.”

“What do the other Mandalorians do when this happens?”

He shook his head, guarding his middle. “Mandalorian isn’t a race, it’s a creed. The Mandalorians rescued me after an army of droids killed my parents and everyone else in my village. I… I don’t know what species I am, and neither does my clan. There’s no record of my village, or where they found me, and I can’t find anything on the holonet about… this.” His visor tilted down to his tummy. “I might be the last of my kind.”

“Mando, that's terrible, but I’m sure there’s more of you somewhere. There’s gotta be! Maybe if you took off your helmet I could see-”

“No, helmet stays on. I don’t need to add the indignity of a broken creed to this mess. Now please, mesh’la I’m begging you, lock me in here and let me ride this out alone. I don’t know if I could live with myself if I hurt you.”

You scuttled closer on your knees until you were right up against him, cautiously reaching out towards his swell. His visor snapped at you, his body flinching harder into the corner, but he was trapped. “Why do you think you’ll hurt me?” You whispered as your palm met the straining fabric cradling his shameful secret.

He grabbed your wrist so hard you felt your bones grind from the strength of his grip. “Because…” he growled, the timbre of it so low you felt a shiver run down your spine. “Because I don’t know what I am, but I know I need to put these eggs somewhere, and I want...I need to put them… inside…” He trailed off when a painful contraction shook his body, making him let go of you to hold himself together. “Get out now! It’s starting… please I can handle this alone but if you’re near me… I don’t know what I’ll do!”

“Shut’cher gob and tell me what to do, and don’t tell me to leave because I won’t!” You didn’t know jack shit about human births, let alone alien gestation, but you’d been through some fucked up situations, what’s one more for good measure? “I’m guessing you need to get your pants off.” His breathing was heavy, his helmet tilting with each laboured heave, but he nodded and started to fumble with the zipper of his trousers.

Your heart leapt to your throat. In the darkness of your hammock you’d imagined what it would be like to undress him, taking each of his beskar plates off and trailing your fingers down his tight clothes, revealing the man underneath like unwrapping a gift. With your fingers lost between your legs you’d pictured his muscular shoulders and broad chest, maybe even a trail of dark hair that led you all the way down his beefy abdomen to his thick, heavy cock. You’d had to bite down on the corner of your blanket when you thought of him pinning you to the wall or bending you over the dashboard, stuffing you full of his length while he groaned his praises in your ears until you were soaked.

This was not at all what you had imagined.

His gloves and his girth were giving him a hard time, so diligently you stepped in to help him undress. Your nimble fingers found the button and zipper with ease, the heat of his groin making your cheeks flush rosy pink, and then red when you pulled the zipper across the bulge in his pants and flooded the tiny nook with the perfume of his sex.

The hair surprised you, you didn’t think that an egg-bearing creature would even have curls, but there they were. Dark brown and soft against your fingertips, growing from lovely, sun-bronze skin, but that was the last of his human traits from there on. Ultimately, you were expecting a cock, horrified by the implications of what that meant in this situation, but as the zipper’s teeth continued to split, your eyes were greeted with something that made your guts flip.

It was fucking blue.

The thing sitting heavily between his legs was the prettiest ocean blue you had ever seen, with coils of deep indigo veins running up it’s length between bands of bioluminesce. Long, thick, and glowing, Mando’s half-hard trouser meat sprang out of his open pants, a relieved sigh wheezing through his modulator. It was shaped like a wang dangler all the way up to the head, but there it was something else.

At his tip a circle of petal-shaped protrusions cinched together like the blossom of a flower right before it bloomed. The knobbed end of his thingy wept with clear juices, beading deliciously from between each little bud. Your eyes were locked to a particularly fat drop of precum as it slicked down his length to his base where you found another feast for your eyes.

A hole.

He didn’t have balls, you guessed they were somewhere inside him, instead he had a fat, juicy cunt, his quivering cock growing from where a clit would be on a human. It was just as alien as his length, a dark cobalt that lightened to vibrant teal around sharp teeth that lined his widely spread folds. Those rightfully made you nervous, and fucking confused. What the hell are those supposed to latch on to? Me?!

“I’m disgusting, I know.” He whispered, turning away from you to study the wall while you studied his excitables.

“What? No you’re not, you’re… you’re beautiful.” He snapped back towards you, his visor searching your star-struck eyes for the hint of a lie, but there wasn’t one. He was looking at you, but you weren't looking at him, you were looking at him, straight through his groin into his vulnerable soul. There was just so much, and you wanted to touch all of it. Reflexively you licked your lips, wondering if he tasted as good as he smelled. Your fingers crept forward, hovering inches from his cerulean length. “Can I?”

A sharp inhale echoed in the cubby, followed by a stark nod. “Be gentle… it’s... argh… sensitive!”

“Shhh, Mando, I’ve got you. I’m gonna take good care of you.” Your fingertips met his heated flesh, making him shudder and groan. His strange length twitched from your touch, making another pearl of precum shimmer from the tip. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking the velvety length that weighed heavily against your palm. His helmet hit the wall with a deep, guttural moan, sending molten waves of heat to your own growing need.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck mesh’la...your hands are amazing.” The man purred, letting his arms fall from his belly to his sides where his fists tangled in the threadbare sheet. His hips thrust upwards into your slow tugs, rutting into your palm. In the tight quarters the mouthwatering scent of honeyed fruit grew stronger until you were sucking down your own spit to keep it from flooding your mouth.

“Hehe, yeah? You like this?” You flicked your wrist in languid spirals, running your thumb over the weeping blossom to drag warm slick down his length and towards your second goal. His toothy slit parted for you as you got closer, the pearly white fangs curling away from you safely. With one hand still on his beef, you rubbed your fingertips around his flushed hole, sinking a digit down to the knuckle.

“Yes.” he moaned breathlessly, his womb jiggling when he convulsed from your touch. You sank another finger inside, scissoring him open while you fisted his cock. “K-keep doing that and... and…” His heels scooted on the mattress when he clenched around you, his swelling length pulsating in your hand. A needy whine busted out of his modulator, and between your sunken digits you felt something grow.

“Go ahead, Mando, come on my hand, or in my hand, I don’t care. That’s a good boy.” He bucked into your steady thrusts, lost in the combination of filling and being filled. His walls fluttered around your fingers, and you felt something press against you when he bore down, but instead of something popping out of his cunt, something went up his length.

*Pop!*

From the tip of his spear, a bright orange ball sprang from him, surprising you so much you let go of his throbbing shaft and pulled your fingers from his slit. Excitedly you plucked the egg from where the halo of petals parted, presenting the orb to you like a priceless gem. “You did it! Look, Mando, it’s a… ball! Congratulations.” You were beaming, so proud of yourself for midwifing him through the process, but he was shaking his head.

“There’s more… and… and I’m starting to get desperate. You got me started, I can take it from here. Thank you for your help.”

“I’m not leaving til you’re done, but let me go find a bucket or something to… oh no!” In your hand the soft shelled egg started to dissolve and wither in the dry air, turning into goo that dribbled down your arm. “Oh shit! Oh shit Mando I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know w-what happened!”

“No no… It's alright.” He shook his head, bringing a hand up to caress his swell. “They never make it. It’s ok though, it's not like they’re fertilized. Please leave me now, your hands aren’t going to tide me over for long, and I don’t want to do something I’ll regret.”

“You keep saying that! I don’t understand, why do you think that you’ll-”

“Because I want to breed you.” The singular black eye of his visor snapped viciously towards you, making you pale. “I’m sorry, but it’s all I can think about. It’s been getting worse the closer I’ve gotten to my heat, but I don’t want to do that to you, I respect you too much. Please… forgive me.” He looked away from you shamefully, but his luminous length was still pulsing with the rapid beating of his heart. “I think being around you is why I’m so full, you’re just so damn beautiful… a-and I want you.”

Maybe it was the sickenly-sweet spice that he was putting off, or the cum soaking your hands, or even the vulgar fantasies that you imagined to yourself in the night, but you were intrigued. “You wanna do what now?”

“Breed you.” He growled, his voice so dark and sinful everything inside you clenched around nothing. “Fucking stars ever since you stabbed the cantina table I’ve wanted to be inside you. Feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me, hear those sweet moans you make when you’re alone at night… yes I can hear you. You’re louder than you think you are. But I want to be the one making you scream.” His growls turned to forced laughter. “I wish I’d gotten to before...this.”

“I don’t mind this…” You hummed, dragging your fingers along his velvety length, but he caught your wrist again, shaking his head.

“Stop, before I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to hold back.” You batted your lashes at him and bit your lip, leaning seductively towards his hunkered body. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t know what I’d do to you, what my… ugh… eggs… would do to your body.”

“Maybe we should… find out?”

“You don’t know what you're asking.”

“Neither do you.” With that you rolled forward to kiss at his big blue eel, making him curse out your name and grab a fistful of your hair.

“Mesh’la…”

You hummed and lapped at his crown, his nectar tasting even better than it smelled. Sweet and succulent, driving you crazy with need. Your venomous tongue could be so kind when it wanted to be, swirling around his knobbled head and flicking at his frenulum. Beneath you he was a mess, writhing and bucking with desperation. Lips slick with spit, you sank your mouth as far down as you could take him without gagging, fisting the rest with one hand and teasing his cunt with the other.

Fingers digging into your scalp, Mando fought the urge to fuck your throat raw, your obscene sucking threatening to toss him right over the edge. You hollowed your cheeks and spun your tongue, lapping around each sensitive bean and plunging into his slit to drink him down.

His muscles swelled and clenched with another pass, and you barely were able to pull your mouth away when a new sphere spat out his tip, rolling away from you to melt elsewhere. “Mando, they’re going to waste, what are we going to do about that?”

“Take your fucking clothes off so I can fuck them into you, pretty girl.” He was gone, the husk of his voice making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. “Let me breed you properly, make you mine. Show you what it means to be mated by a Mandalorian.”

You obeyed, rocking back on your haunches to peel your shirt away, releasing your breasts into the hot, steamy space. The black swath of void where his eyes should be drank in the sight of you as if you were the last glass of water on Tatooine, his hand coming up to pinch at your pert nipple. “These are beautiful. I’ve dreamed about these for so long, but they’re so much better in person.”

“They taste better, too.” You crawled over top of him, your knees in between his, waving the heavy dewdrops in front of his armored face. “You wanna?”

“My creed…”

“Party pooper. Fine, then you better help me open up, you’re packin’ more than I think I can fit.” You’d taken lovers before, once you’d even taken a Wookie on a drunken dare, and if it wasn’t for the persistent wet dog smell it might have been the best sex you’d ever had. But Mando was thick, and even thicker when his cock swelled to push out an egg.

“Are you really ok with this? You’re not just saying…”

“Mando~” You purred, pressing your softness against his pulsating length, shivering when you felt his fangs scrape your thighs. “Breed me. They’ll just melt back out anyway, what’s a little...fun?”

He reached a hand up tentatively to your face, his helmet shaking slightly from side to side while he hunted in your eyes for any resistance, any clue that you were just saying that to make him feel better, but he found none.

“How did I get so lucky…”

“You’re about to get even more lucky.” You teased, taking his hand from your cheek to pry the black and yellow glove off, chucking it somewhere behind you. The flesh of his hand matched the flesh of his groin, a soft golden tone that looked like it was kissed by the sun, but not once had you ever seen him bare an inch. It was also very human, looking much like your own, save for the length and thickness of his fingers and the dark hair that grew from his knuckles. They were very much the hands of a man.

Yay!

Your pants fell away next, disappearing out of the cubby and onto the floor with the collection of empty ration tins and discarded armor. Naked as the day you were born, you clambered over him and flopped against his side, letting your legs fall open. “Touch me, Mando, get me nice and ready to be bred.” He growled against you, rolling on his side and cradling you to his chest so he could easily sink his fingers into your fluttering heat.

“Fucking stars, you’re soaked. This all for me?” You nodded and whined, your eyes rolling back when he dove one finger inside, then a second, curling them upwards to find that hidden patch of nerves you could never really reach on your own. “Gonna get you nice and open, make you cum so you can take my clutch. Would you like that, mesh’la, want me to fill you up? Swell your belly full?”

You mewled at the debauchery of it all, blissed out of your mind as he finger fucked you relentlessly. His fingers sank into you all the way to the knuckle, his thumb drawing tight, diligent circles on your clit. Mando snaked his free arm under your neck, pulling you in close to his muscular body and leaning his helmet against your brow. The cold metal burned against your sweating forehead, the steam of his breath coiling out from under the sharp iron edge with every ragged breath.

“That’s it, come for me, beautiful. Almost there.” Your nails dug into his clothed shoulders and made you realize he was way more dressed than you were. Need to fix that. With shaking knees you squirmed and writhed on his slick hand until he brought you over the edge, your walls trying to break his fingers as you came, drenching the thin sheets. “Good girl, such a perfect little cunt. Give me one more, cyar’ika.” All his gentleness evaporated as he thrust into you, his thumb pressed to your sensitive button and making you fall apart all over again.

“Fuck me, Mando, please! I want you in me, you’re not the only one with wet dreams, y’know.” He rumbled a laugh and pulled his arm out from under your neck and his fingers from your sopping mess, dragging the wet of it across your bare thigh. Hauling himself up, he moved until he was between your legs, pulling his remaining glove off and working to undo his flack.

With bated breath you watched him hurriedly undress, wondering what other fun alien treats he was keeping from you. As the dark fabric fell away, your eyes were gifted with the sight of his body, though besides the wandering blue tiger stripes and his obvious non-human bits, he was remarkably close to a man.

Except for the parts of him that were glowing.

Strings of faint teal lights followed the flow of his body, mixed intermittently with yellow stars. It wasn’t enough to illuminate the little alcove, but it was a beautiful sight nonetheless, a constellation of stars you could call your very own.

His chest was wide and muscular, a trail of dark brown hair dusting down his sternum and over the swell of his middle. His arms and shoulders looked like tree trunks, ribbons of countless scars marring his flesh with shimmering whites and pinks. Pushing his pants all the way off gave you an even better view, though he had considerably more glow streaks further down his legs, spanning from the sapphire spire around his hips.

He was fucking gorgeous.

What does his face look like, then?

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you, right?” He asked sweetly, grabbing his beast and dragging the leaking head against your thirsty little cunt. You bucked your hips up to him, trying to notch him in your entrance, but he pressed his tip into your clit to make you writhe. “Tell me, I need to hear it.”

“Yes, Mando, now please please fuck...me!!” He snapped forward and thrust his appendage into you, bottoming right out even though his full tummy was in the way. He held himself still, his body shivering with delight as your excited walls rippled around him. Deep inside you felt the little buds at his tip teasing at the tight ring of muscle that protected your innermost sanctum, politely asking for entry.

“Fuck-ing Maker, I knew you would feel good, but...ah… so much better than I ever imagined.” You giggled at him, reaching out and rubbing the taut flesh of his abdomen where it sat heavily against your own, rocking your hips side to side. His fingers dug into the skin of your knees with a broken curse, trying to hold you still. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna…”

“What? This?” You arched your hips into his, trying to coax him into gear. “I didn’t know you were such a tease, tinman.” His helmet vibrated with a growl before he was sliding himself out, making sure you felt every inch of his length drag along your walls. The head of it almost managed to drop out, sitting tantalizingly at your gates before thrusting into you with reckless abandon.

You shrieked, impaled on his otherworldly spire again and again, the noise of it wetly echoing in the cubby. Above you he grunted with the strain, hooking his elbows under your knees and going to town. You were helpless, head rolling back, eyes fluttered shut as he filled you over and over again, moaning out his name.

Though he was lost in the heat of the moment, he wished the name on your lips was his real name, the one he had sequestered away when he took his oaths. Din. He fantasized about it in the night, the short syllable tumbling from your full lips, wet from sucking him dry. Din! He wanted to snuff out the sound of it with his own mouth, capturing your tongue and tasting you fully, plundering the hot wet hole that would so beautifully sing his song.

“Din!”

But Mando would have to do.

For now.

Both of you could feel he was getting close to something, his thrusts quickening with his breath. You felt your heartbeat gallop in your chest, thundering against the walls of its cage with excitement. He was gasping, struggling to pull oxygen in through the iron that protected his face. Hips snapped against yours, the slap of skin sounding obscene in the little space. You arched your back and bore down on him, your coiled muscles milking out his release.

And then you fucking felt it.

The clever little buds on his tip stuffed themselves into the cradle of your body, teasing your cervix open and leaving something behind. Inside you felt the soft little ball swell your womb sweetly, giving you a feeling of fullness you’d never experienced before. You keened from the sensation, bringing your hands up to your belly, searching for your treasure.

“Are you alright? Am I hurting you?” Mando asked urgently between broken breaths, a weathered palm coming up to caress your face. You tittered and nodded, his relieved sigh felt through your legs and stomach.

“Got any more for me, big boy?” You purred, dragging your nails through the soft hair on his bulging abdomen where he obviously did.

“You’re going to ruin me, cyar’ika.” The pulsating length stuffed inside you slid out slowly, stringing a line of precum from your slick heat to his flushed blue tip. “Get on your knees and I’ll show you how much more there is.”

Scrambling out from under him, you flipped yourself over like a slutty little pancake, presenting your ass in front of him to feast on with his eyes. The rough pads of his fingers dug viciously into your fleshy globes, making both of you groan. “Gonna give you all of me, beautiful. Tell me you want that?” He was trying to be dirty, but the sincerity in his voice made your heart flood with honeyglow.

“I want it, tinman, I wanna be full!”

A dark, lecherous laugh rumbled behind you while he lined himself up, rubbing himself over your slit before plunging in. Stars flashed behind your eyes when he hit your deepest reaches again, making you drop to your elbows. He circled the bones of your hips with his hands, squeezing and rubbing at your waist while you adjusted to the new angle. Impatiently you clenched around him, earning yourself a stinging swat on your backside that made you squeal.

“Bad girl, you have to wait.” He growled behind you, making you whine and earning yourself another spanking that was followed by a soothing palm. “You gonna be a good girl while I breed you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“‘Scuse me?”

“-snrt!-” You were having too much fun now, begging underneath him for friction with a roll of your hips, giggling through the cock-dumb grin on your face. “I’ll be good~”

“I know you will.” He slid forward, the angle hitting something destructive inside you, and you could tell he felt it. Memorizing your insides, he rocked forward again and again, building you up higher and higher to make you squirm. Fisting the sheets you cried when the lightning cracked up your spine, your cunt squeezing the life out of him and soaking him through. Your orgasm sucked another egg from his cock, the gentle weight sitting pretty next to the first.

“More…” you mumbled into the mattress, curving your ass up and brushing the underside of his swell. “Please…”

“You’re fucking perfect, mesh’la, so perfect for me.” His voice behind you sounded wildly different, lacking the gravelly modulation you’d grown used to, replaced with a rich baritone that tied your guts up in knots. Curiosity almost got the better of you, but before you could turn around to look at his bare face he covered your eyes, his broad palm spanning the entire width of your face. “No peeking. Be a good girl or you won’t get any more.”

He set his empty helmet down by your head, giving you something to look at if you could keep your eyes open, but his filthy cadence made your eyeballs roll back til they were gawking at your brain. Mando plowed you like his life depended on it, his fuckstick swelling inside your walls with each pass of his spend.

Reaching back, you rubbed your steadily-filling middle, the weight of his brood already making you show. Your devious digits kept going, fingertips teasing around where he melded into you, your lips stretched tightly around him. He jumped when you stuffed your hand back even further, careful not to catch on his goddamn crotchteeth to finger his cunt.

“Mesh’la!” He cried, bucking into you and pushing at least three more eggs into your womb with a single thrust. Above you he curled against your spine, his belly flattening while yours continued to swell. His arms left your hips to snake up your body, crossing between your breasts like a seatbelt and hauling you up off your elbows to his chest. Buckle up, buttercup! His sweaty pecs stuck to your spine while he kissed at the side of your neck.

You wanted so badly to look.

Instead you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the passionate kisses he pressed to your skin, his teeth grazing the tender flesh under your jaw. The fact that he even had lips crossed a few dozen species off of your list of possibilities, and even more when you felt the tickle of facial hair. Mando’s heated kisses tracked up your throat to nibble at your ear, his thrusting getting messy behind you.

“Can you cum for me again, beautiful? I wanna feel it.” The hand between your breasts slid up to your throat, pressing ever so gently while the second found your clit and spun devious little circles. His scruffy beard scraped your shoulder as you writhed on him, tears springing to your eyes with your crashing orgasm. “Mmph, that’s my good girl. So fucking perfect!”

His hips stuttered, slapping against your ass with a final burst, the fill of him swelling your middle to capacity, bouncing with fullness. Heavy, desperate breaths puffed against your skin as he came down from his high, caressing you with his hands and the sharp point of his chin; mumbling praises in your ear. “I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, look at you…”

At his purring you flickered an eye open, looking down past your breasts at where you were swollen with his clutch as if you were swollen with child. His broad palms danced along the taut flesh, sliding from your precious tummy to the drops of your breasts, his hums of contentment rumbling between you. His chest and abdomen were flush with your spine, his body returned to its natural shape while yours had changed so drastically.

Between your legs his spent cock throbbed, making your combined arousal drip down onto the destroyed mattress when it softened and released. You whined from the loss, whining louder when he sneaked his fingers inside, feeling your stretched walls and musing about how wonderful you felt.

You reached forward for his helmet, handing it back to him and trying not to look at the warped reflection of his face in its sloping surfaces. He took it from you gently, letting it sink over his face so you could get off of your knees. You flopped heavily over on your butt, sitting upright and petting your full womb with a blissed out look on your face.

He laid next to you, holding you close to his body as if you were his cute little wife expecting your first baby together, and not a pair of interspecies hunters giving in to your primordial needs. You leaned against him, sighing contently and watching his serpent retreat into his body, the rows of teeth biting together and showing you why he didn’t wear codpiece with his armor.

“That’s fuckin’ weird, dude.” You laughed, brushing a fingertip along the glistening enamel.

He winced behind you. “I know, I’m sorr-”

“No, I like it.” you crooned, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “That was fun. How often did you say this happens?”

“About once a year, but… uh… I can still get hard, without a clutch, if that’s what you’re asking?” You nodded with a laugh, curling up against his side so your full womb rested on his hip. He sighed contentedly, drawing circles on your belly with his fingers. “How does this feel? Does it hurt?”

“No, not at all, actually feels good. Feels full. I like it, I’m almost sad that it’s not gonna last.”

“Me too, you look so good like this. I could get used to it.” You hummed in agreement, shifting your legs apart so that when the eggs withered and turned to goo they could easily make their way out.

Should be any second now.

The two of you waited, laying together in post-coital bliss, just enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies, tracing scars and stars, exploring the wonders you’d kept secret from each other.

You waited.

And waited.

The minutes ticked by, at first it was a blessing, giving you time to bask in the afterglow together, but as the minutes turned to quarter hours, then halfs, you started to get worried. “Mando? I can still feel them, they’re not breaking down.”

“I’m sure they will, they always do.”

“Ok…”

They didn’t.

Hours went by, and even after waddling to the fresher shower and trying to squat them out, the eggs remained. You got washed up, half morbidly, half exuberantly watching the way the fresher water dripped from your belly while you cleaned up.

Outside the shower you toweled yourself off, taking extra steps to dry under the swell of your womb, but you struggled to reach all the way around. Mando knocked on the door politely before letting himself in, dressed only in his helmet and pants. Dutifully he took the towel from you and got to the places you couldn't reach while you were carrying his potential young.

It was surprisingly intimate, maybe even more so than being stuffed full of his length. He started on your legs, between your thighs and up to their apex, then softly wiped at your tummy and hips. His deft hands dragged the towel under each breast, then your shoulders and arms, then lastly your neck; draping the wet fabric around you like a cloak when he saw your bunching brows. You looked nervous.

“We’ll figure it out, mesh’la, I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” He stated with determination, brushing his thumb down the curve of your cheek and turning your eyes to meet his visor. Your hair was still wet, and now so were your eyes, the first twinges of fear creeping into their corners. He didn’t like what he saw. “Close your eyes, lovely girl.”

You did, squeezing back the mist that was starting to form. He let go of you, and you heard the sound of something heavy and metallic being set down on the sink. The towel around your shoulders was lifted over your head, draping it over your face. You were about to give him hell, mad that he would want to hide your face when you were clearly getting emotional, but instead you felt the wet fabric being lifted as he joined you underneath.

Then he kissed you.

Warm, petal-soft lips pressed against your cold wet ones, suddenly surprising you before you melted into him. His kiss was as gentle as his hands that were making their way up to your jaw, holding you steady while he slotted his mouth to yours. He felt human, the edges of his teeth dull like yours, thankfully not sharp like the ones between his legs. Tasted human, too.

You kissed him back, darting your tongue out with an experimental flick, licking his plush lower lip. He inhaled sharply, caught off guard by your forwardness. His fingers coiled around the back of your head, tangling in your wet hair as his kisses grew in intensity. The smooth muscle of his mouth danced with your own, letting you both taste each other for the first time.

“Ner cyar’ika, I’ve waited so long for this.” he purred against your lips, his words heavy with adoration. He kissed you again, pulling you into himself hungrily and tickling your nose with his mustache. Your own hands came up, slowly dragging over the expanse of his chest to the sinewy length of his neck, and finally to the edge of his jaw.

“Can I touch your face, Mando? I won’t look with my eyes.” He nodded against your lips, his nose bumping the side of yours. Cautiously you wandered your fingertips along the edge of his jaw, the stiff bristles catching under your nails. He shivered with need when you scratched him, carding through his scruff like you were taming a massif.

His sharp jawline led you up his cheeks, their softness dusted with erratic bristles. You ran your thumbs under his eyes, exploring his cheekbones and the creases that bordered his large eyes. Pressing your forehead to his and pulling your lips away, you circled your thumbs down the sides of his well-defined nose to the line of hair above his lips. The creases that your hands found told you he wasn’t a young man, but he probably wasn’t too far beyond your age either.

And you imagined him to be very handsome.

It wasn’t until your hands found his ears that you remembered he wasn’t the same species as you. They were pointed, and sensitive if his little moans of pleasure were anything to go by.

“I don’t ever want you to see those, they’re ug- oh!” You cut off his self depreciation to tilt his head between your hands, pressing a kiss to each of his ears with a seductive puff of steam. “St-stop, you’re giving me goosebumps.”

“Stop being so mean to yourself, buckethead, only I can be the judge of that, and I bet they're cute!” He laughed, the sound warm and brassy, but not enough to distract you from your current predicament. “What… what are we going to do about… this.” You took each of his hands in yours and set them on your full belly, letting him caress his handiwork.

He sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead in the dark of the towel, his lashes brushing your skin when he dropped his brow to yours. You heard his lips part with a smile, imagining the way the wrinkles around his eyes would bunch, wistfully hoping that one day you could see them for yourself.

“Mesh’la I-… I have no idea."

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If you liked this fic, check out Garden of Ishtar! It's chapter 9 in a series but can be read stand-alone. Enjoy~

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padme-parker · 3 years ago

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Mizpah // the darkling x reader // ch 5

summary: You tumble a Grisha in more ways than one ;)

warnings: violence, fighting, cursing, SMUT, fingering, masturbation??, praise kink, not proofread.

A/N: this is all over the place, forgive me y'all </3

WHEN you awoke the next morning, you found a single glass of water placed on your night stand. Your head pounded as you tried to recall the blurred events from the previous night. All you remembered was catching up with Alina and then finally leaving her room. From there it was as if everything had muddled together to form a single incoherent memory. The sun had just begun to peak through your window.

While you were away last night, a servant must have stocked up your closet with clean clothes. They had mainly been a few soldiers' uniforms and some new nightgowns. Along with a few robes, each one as soft as a rabbit's fur. The gold kefta still remained in the dresser, collecting dust.

You changed out of your dirty clothes that you had slept in, and placed them in a neatly folded pile on the corner of your bed. After throwing on a clean uniform and putting your hair into a low bun, you rang for a servant. You asked her to bring breakfast to you. It seemed like there was no use in eating with the other Grisha. Where would you have sat? You weren’t a Corporalki, Etherealki, nor a Materialki. You certainly weren’t the Darkling either. There would be no place for you if you’d chosen to eat there with Alina.

Soon enough, a light knock echoed on the wooden door. “Come in!” You said, and the servant strolled in with a cart. She placed down a golden tray in front of you. You were served sweet pea porridge and fresh figs with a tall glass of water. You thanked the servant before she dismissed herself, leaving you to your food. There was another covering that laid on the tray, no plate under it. As you shoveled another spoonful of the porridge into your mouth, you took off the covering. Under the dome laid your weapons, cleaned of the dirt and blood that caked them. You placed your weapons back onto their respective places: a pistol and dagger at your hips, a knife securely tucked into your boot, and the last knife hidden away in your sleeve.

Just as you finished your food, another knock resonated in your uncomfortably quiet room. You beckoned them to come in. A Grisha with a red kefta came in, the black stitching signifying that he was a heartrender. You gave him a polite smile as he stepped in.

“Hello. I am Fedyor. I am to escort you to the training grounds today.” He explained.

“Oh no, it’s alright. I don’t need an escort. I know my way around the palace, thank you though.” You assured him. Sitting on the corner of your bed, you put on your boots. You were surprised to find them in the normal place you had put them, at the foot of your bed, near the very corner. It was a habit you had since you were a child. Every other orphan at Keramzin always placed their boots either to the left or right of their beds. It was understandably easier than leaving your boots where you normally had, yet you couldn’t shake the habit.

“The General himself required me to accompany you. As you must know, I cannot obey the General’s orders.” He stated. After lacing up your boots, you made your way to the tray your breakfast was on. You put the small plate that once housed the figs into the empty bowl of the porridge you were served. Picking up the tray, you began to walk towards the circular table near the door and left the tray there so it’d be easier for the servant to clean.

You turned to him, arms crossed on your chest as you sighed, “Fine.” You examined the new jacket you were issued, it wasn’t the same as the frayed one you were used to. The hem of your sleeves were intact, unlike your old one when you had picked apart the stitching when you were nervous. The only thing that you were particularly happy about was the fur lining. Yours had matted from being used so much and slept on.

“You know, it’s quite odd that you’re staying in the General's hall.” You let out a hm, questioning what he meant by that. “Usually guests stay in the guest hall. The General never permits for anyone to stay in his. He’s the only person allowed to sleep in this specific hall.” He whispered as we walked past a group of Materialki. They were huddled amongst themselves, whispering and giggling as they made their way to their training rooms.

“Maybe it’s because I’m Alina’s friend? Perhaps he feels like he needs to watch over me himself since he has also taken her under his watch.” You said. You took a deep breath of the crisp winter air as the two of you stepped outside.

“Perhaps. But why is Alina staying in the vezda suite? Wouldn’t it make sense for her to be staying in the General’s hall as well?” Fedyor did make a good point, if Alina was the most important Grisha of all, why wasn’t she across the hallway from the Darkling?

“It truly is a mystery I suppose. But if I were you, I wouldn’t question his choices.” You teased. You thought you might’ve offended him until he lets out a short laugh.

“Saints know what he would do if I had.” He replied, making you giggle. Your laughter died as you arrived at Botkin’s training area. Grisha alike had already been paired up and were sparring. Alina had been paired up with a girl she had mentioned last night, you couldn’t remember her name. Madia? No that wasn’t it. Narie? It wasn’t that one either. Noticing a late arrival, Botkin walked up to you.

“Botkin has never seen little girl before.” You tried to suppress the surprise you felt when you heard him refer to himself in third person. “Who is she?” He asked Fedyor. By now some people had stopped training to hear the conversation. You noticed Alina was still sparring with her friend, unaware of your arrival.

“She’s here as Alina’s guest.” At the mention of her name, the girl stopped fighting. Finally taking notice of your figure, she let out a surprised gasp.

“What are you doing here?” She asked as she came closer.

“Training. If I’m going to stay at the palace I don’t want to rot away and do nothing.” You said, rolling your shoulders to loosen up your muscles.

“First Army girl wants to train with Botkin.” His voice, although baritone and guttural, brought a strange comfort to you. “Choose your opponent.” You surveyed the crowd, looking for someone who could pose a possible challenge. Your eyes landed on a tan skinned girl with raven black hair, bangs framing her face perfectly. Her black eyes stared into yours, challenging you.

“Her.” You stated while nodding your head towards her. Botkin weaved his head in the direction you had nodded off to.

“Ah, star pupil, Zoya!” So this was Zoya, the girl who told Alina that she reeked of Keramzin. “I have trained her since she was ten.” The raven haired girl offered you a way out, which you immediately declined.

“Fighters ready?” You put your fist up, getting into stance. “And..Fight!” You waited for Zoya to come to you first. She walked up to you, her fists hung up. You circled each other, playing the waiting game. You were about to make a move when you saw Zoya moving her right fist towards your face. You ducked left, managing to move in time to avoid the punch. With her back still to you, you jammed your elbow into her side making her hunch over.

She came at you again, this time with more veracity and anger behind each swing. Except she didn’t land a single blow. You were able to avoid each one as you let out a giggle, staggering a few steps back.

“Is that all you’ve got, star pupil?” Your comment only seemed to spur her on more. She ran at you in full force, this time you let her land a hit on you for the fun of it. What you didn’t expect was for her to punch you so hard that she drew blood. You sniffled feeling a drop of blood come from your nose. You began your attack with a right hook followed by a left one. In return she used her arms to block each time, leaving her abdomen vulnerable.

You were able to land a hard blow or two before you found yourself briefly soaring through the air, your back meeting the hard wall that was originally ten paces behind you. You let out a wheeze as you feel one of your ribs break.

Botkin had begun to reprimand Zoya, looking at her you could feel her shame as she upset her mentor. You couldn’t help but smirk as she looked at you, at least now she knows how someone from Keramzin fights. Her gaze hardened, about to walk up to you once more before she was taken away by some guards.

“Oh my Saints, now the General is really going to have my head.” Fedyor said in a panic. He helped you stand as he called for a healer.

“I’m quite alright.” You ensured, but the wince in your face gave you away. Alina came running up to you, giving you a once over before taking you from Fedyor and into her embrace.

“You know you shouldn’t be doing that.” She whispered into your ear. “It’s too dangerous for you.” She made a movement to grab one of your cold hands, giving it a squeeze.

“Everything’s a risk for me, Alina. The Doctor made that clear.” When you were younger, you were diagnosed with a heart condition. It was nothing serious really, and only acted up once in a blue moon. The tugging and squeezing feeling only lasted for seconds, but the pain left you feeling unstable for hours after. “The risk is always worth it.”

“But what if one day its not?” She pulled away from you, resting her hands on your shoulders. “The Doctor himself said there was no cure for this, no remedy that could help.”

“It’s worth it if it means protecting our honor.” You replied honestly.

“I don’t need you to protect our honor.” She protested. “I need you to protect yourself. Even if that means backing down from a fight.” You remained silent as a healer began to work on you. Starting first with your broken ribs then moving onto your bloody nose. After a few minutes of sitting still, the healer finally told you that you could leave.

Alina and Fedyor accompanied you back to your room. “What do you think will happen to her?” You asked. Alina shrugged her shoulders as the heartrender went to respond.

“She will probably get reprimanded by the General too. Zoya knows not to use her powers while training. Respectfully, especially not against someone who isn’t Grisha.” He commented.

You must’ve really gotten under her skin then if she went against all those years of training and discipline. “Good. She needs to know her place.” You snarked. “Now I’d like to get some rest.” You glanced at Alina, her gaze unwavering. “Alone, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I promise I’ll be fine. If I need help I can always call for the General.” You replied, placing your cold hand on top of hers and gave it a squeeze. With great reluctance, she nodded her head. Fedyor and her leaving to return to combat training.

As you close the door, you feel your resolve break. Wincing as the pain and exhaustion came back. As you grew up, your condition continued to tire you. You couldn’t fight nor run the same way you could two years ago. At this rate, you’d probably be dead in the next two years because of your heart condition. That was if the war didn’t kill you first.

The sun was nowhere near close to setting. You still had most of the day to kill yet you didn’t know what to do. You thought back to one of the places the Darkling had shown you, perhaps you could go to the library. Gathering whatever strength you had left, you returned to the calm and composed front you had always put on.

The walk there had been time consuming, nauseating even. But you were determined to snatch a book or two to read while you were cooped up in your room. The library of the Little Palace was grand, filled from floor to ceiling with various books. If you ever had the chance to visit the Grand Palace, their library would definitely be on a list of places of visit.

You ran your finger along the spines of the books as you walked through the shelves. There were two things that you loved most in your life: the feeling of the sun on your skin and the smell of books. Strangely enough, the smell of the books had reminded you of Keramzin in a way. Probably because you spent most of your childhood with your nose shoved into a book. Collecting two books, you were adamant on getting to your room in time to be able to sit in the sun and read a couple of chapters. All of a sudden the smell of incense and mildew had taken over your sense of smell.

“My Saints, where is that smell coming from..” You whispered to yourself. Unexpectedly you heard a shuffle behind you. Turning around you saw a greasy man in a robe.

“Hello, y/n.” Said the man.

“Do I know you?” You replied cautiously, reaching for the knife you had hidden in your sleeve.

“I am the Apparat, a priest. Advisor to the King.” He stated. Knowing who he was didn’t make you any less tentative, your fingers still gripped the handle of your knife.

“Okay...right. Nice meeting you. I’ll be on my way now.” You said, trying your best to move around him but he stopped you. He latched onto your arm that had been reaching for your knife, effectively rendering your weapons useless.

“Do you remember?” He acquired his answer from the confused look on your face, “Oh, soon you will remember. Everything will face into place.” You ripped your arm out of his rough hands and ran out of the library, never looking back.

When you were finally in your room, you threw the books onto the floor as you rushed to the tub. There hadn’t been any warm water around but you didn’t care. You filled the tub with lukewarm water as you began to strip yourself of your clothes. Skewing them across the floor as you picked up a velvet robe and tossed it on a nearby chair. Stepping in, you grabbed a loofah. Scrubbing yourself clean of the Apparat’s lingering touch. You scrubbed and scrubbed until your skin was raw. After dunking your head underwater to wet your hair, you picked up a soap. It smelt of lavender and honey. In the First Army, they had always given you a singular bar of soap to last you a week. Showers came scarce due to the fact that the soap practically diminished once it touched water. Gently lathering the soap in your hands, you cleaned your hair first. The repetitive circular motions of your hands had started to calm you down, almost lulling you to sleep. Quickly finishing off your hair and the rest of your body, you found yourself smelling good for the first time in a while.

Feeling satisfied enough, you let out a sigh, letting yourself relax as you rest your arms on the edge of the tub. It wouldn’t hurt to take a nap. You thought. After all, you fought a Grisha without the use of your weapons and came out somewhat victorious. You let your hair dangle outside of the tub to dry as you close your eyes, sleep taking over you.

“Stop it!” You screamed, you could feel someone splashing cold water at you. Wetting your hair and dress. “Aleksander, stop!” You said while laughing. You could hear him let out a laugh before coming up behind you and taking you into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around your belly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. The stubble from his face tickling you.

“How are you today, my darling?” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver. He began to pepper kisses up and down your neck, making your legs feel like jelly. Your hands flew to his in order to stabilize yourself.

“Good. But it could be better.” You teased, egging him on. One of his hands travels your hips, bunching up the fabric of your skirt to give himself better access. The other hand made its way to your core, ghosting past your eager bundle of nerves.

“Look at you, already so wet for me.” He shoved aside your underwear, plunging two of his fingers into your heat. He paused at the sound of your moan, “Taking my fingers so well.” He set an agonizingly slow pace, let out a few groans himself as he rubbed himself against you. His long fingers search for the spot he knew so well, the one that would make you mewl and fall apart in his embrace. He hits it once, twice, before extracting his fingers from you. He placed his slick covered fingers atop of your dry ones before guiding them back to your wet entrance. You were able to slide in with ease as he guided your movements.

“I can’t..” You breathed out, the feeling of his fingers and yours combined had been too much for you.

“Yes you can.” He purred, tilting your head with his own to get better access to your neck. “You’re almost there, I can feel it.” Just as he said that, he felt you briefly clamp down, signaling you were close. He guides your fingers deeper, nearing your g spot as his other hand lets go of your dress and goes to your clit.

The action makes you come undone as you moan his name repeatedly, your juices coating both his and your fingers. You let out a whine as he removes his fingers from you, only to place his hand into his mouth, sucking your cum off of him.

“Sweet, as always.” He gently grabs your chin and turns you to face him, his dilated pupils meeting yours. “Here, have a taste of yourself.” His words alone made another wave of heat pool at your core. He grabs your hand before inserting into your mouth. You wrap your lips around your fingers, staring into his slate gray eyes all the while. After lapping up your juices, you release your fingers with a pop!

Even in your dream state you could tell this man looked suspiciously like General Kirigan. They shared the same face structure, their cheekbones rested at the same angle. His eyebrows were as perfectly sculpted as the General’s. Lashes equally as dark and long. The only difference was that the man-- Aleksander, had a near clean shaven face and his hair was grown out to reach his shoulders. The General had a beard and sported a slicked back look. Yet the two looked identical.

Your eyes searched his face, his body, for anything that could tell you anything. You spotted a mole near his right collarbone. Nearly hidden by the collar of his shirt, small but it would have to do. Without thinking, you reach up to grab his face to pull him in for a kiss.

“My Aleksander.”

YOUR doors opened with a bang, startling you from your sleep. The person entered without even knocking, alerting you to three possibilities: someone had broken in and now was here to kill you, you were being kidnapped, or the Darkling was here to brutally murder you. You let the first two options leave your mind, knowing how well guarded the Little Palace was. So there was no possibility for an intruder to get so far into the grounds. Yet the third option did little to ease your mind.

Realizing you were still in the tub, you got out. Not wanting anyone to see you naked. Not like it hasn’t happened before. You thought, thinking back to your time at Caryeva. You quickly threw on your robe, haphazardly tying it while you grabbed one of your knives and unsheathed it. You threw the knife just in time, the person emerging from the curtains being nicked by your blade before it landed on the trimming of the bathroom entrance.

“Oh my Saints, I’m so sorry…” The Darkling stared at you, surprise flicking on his features. “I didn’t hear you come in. I was asleep.”

You walked to the side, picking up a towel to clean up his wound. You dipped it into a bucket of clean water, wringing it out afterwards.

“In the bathtub?” You gave him a nod, a blush forming on your cheeks. “Well you certainly sleep wherever you can.” He joked. As you shifted closer to him, you felt that familiar wetness in your thighs. Fuck. You thought, your blush becoming deeper. You’d been so caught up with the idea of someone coming to kill you that you had forgotten about your dream.

“Are you alright?” It should’ve been you who was asking the question since you nicked him after all. He awaited your reply as you gently pressed the towel against the cut.

“I am. Nothing serious happened to me.” You replied, assuming he had heard of the events that had taken place earlier that day. “Are you?” You asked, “I mean, you seemed very alarmed when you barged in.”

“My apologies for that. You just...you weren’t responding to my knocks or my questions. I’d assumed the worst.” He said, struggling to find the words. You didn’t know how to feel, in a way you were glad that he cared for your well being, yet it slightly made your gut lurch. You’d been here for less than a week and he seemingly cared more for you than Alina. Then again, you didn’t know what the two did behind closed doors. You stopped cleaning his wound, the bleeding had stopped. The two of you remained close, only an arms distance away from each other.

“Why do you care so much? After all, I’m only a guest here at the palace. I’m not a Grisha like you or everyone else here.”

“You're my guest. It’s normal for me to worry about my guests.” He explained. You crossed your arms over your chest, eyebrows furrowing as you listened to him.

“Yes, but..” You paused, “Yesterday I was Alina’s guest. Now today, I am yours. So which is it?”

“Whatever you’d like.” He whispered, taking a step closer to you. His gaze flickering to your lips then back to your eyes.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did.” He replied, giving you a smirk that made you roll your eyes.

“Have we met before?” You asked, making the General freeze in his place. His posture goes rigid, you struggle to read the emotion on his face. “.. I could’ve sworn that we…” You doubled over, your left hand clutching your chest as your right hand flew to his shoulder. The pain had never hit you twice in a day. Not even twice in a month.

“Alina..g-get her.” The General called for a servant to fetch her along with a healer. In his panic, he swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed. He laid you upon it as he took your left hand into his. In a haze, your right hand began to wander, weakly pulling at the collar of his shirt. The pain went away as a moment of clarity came over you, General Kirigan had bared the same mole that Aleksander had. As you placed your hand on his face, the pain came rushing back.

Before you allowed yourself to give into the darkness that called you, a tentative whisper left your lips, your eyes searching his.

“A-aleksander?”

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witchy-jadda · 3 years ago

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rott spoilers ahead

so i’ve given myself some time to think about everything and try to process it all and here are some of my thoughts on trollhunters: rise of the titans...

- straight off the bat, i loved the intro. opening with blinky telling the story of what happened up until this point was incredible. i would have loved if they had circled back to this though (i saw someone else say it should have been him telling the story to jim and claire’s kids and i loved that idea!)

- i also liked that they didn’t waste time at the start, instead they just jumped right into the action which was fun.

- honestly, i thought jim’s plotline throughout the movie where he basically thought he was useless without the amulet was just really not fun to watch. i understand why it was there and it played into the climax but i really did not find it one bit necessary seeing as i felt that we have grown beyond that. i felt it was overused. we’ve been there before and jim is aware that he’s the trollhunter, amulet or not.

- douxie being so soft with nari was genuinely one of the most heartwarming parts of the movie. i feel that we were really robbed of so much potential with douxie in this movie though. we didn’t see nearly enough of him. it seemed that the writers were picking and choosing when to remember how powerful he is. switching with nari and connecting to her are two examples of when they actually used his power, but aside from that they just disregarded it a lot.

- and speaking of forgetting how powerful people are... i’m genuinely so hurt and let down over what they did to claire. do they not realise how powerful she is? did they just forget about her character arc? it sure felt like it. she got to use her powers a few times (connecting to nari, portalling the titan, etc) but mostly it felt like she was saying she was spent and therefore unable to do anything. she is so strong and so powerful, and that’s just so empowering - especially for young girls. and then it kinda felt to me that rott was reducing her to basically nothing more than jim’s love interest.

- okay another quick note, it kinda felt to me that krel’s potential was also pretty wasted? he barely did anything and i just think he deserved more too.

- ew okay i don’t even want to think about it but i know i can’t discuss rott without talking about the mpreg thing. seriously, what the fuck was that? at first, i thought it was going to be a joke. i thought aja and krel were gonna wind steve up and see how far they could go with making him think he was pregnant just for a little bit of comic relief. but then he was actually pregnant. and so i laughed, because even though it was dumb it was kind of funny. weird and unexpected, but kind of funny. but by the time the movie was over it just didn’t sit right with me. looking past the fact that it was just more of them making steve’s character into a joke, i couldn’t see the logic in giving so much time to that subplot when other characters (claire, douxie) and other relationships (claire and douxie’s friendship) were sidelined. maybe if he had gotten a whole season the mpreg thing could have been included as comic relief or whatever, but with such limited time i really don’t see the point of wasting so much time on something so pointless.

- speaking of steve, i need to talk about creepslayerz... they really deserved more :( like i get that eli literally helped steve through child birth and then named one after him which was lowkey adorable but i loved their friendship so much and i was really hoping to see more of them. i was kind of hoping they’d get to do more as well. look i gave up on hopes of a romance long ago (even though i still really wished it would happen) but i hoped that at least we’d see some more of their friendship.

* by this point my brain has decided to forget absolutely every point i wanted to make... cue the brain fog (we don’t like her) and allow me to take a moment to read back and try to find my point again *

- i don’t think i can stress enough how much i loved the visuals in this movie. holy fucking shit it was just phenomenal. like wow. the art was absolutely fantastic and i’m really hoping for another the art of... book because i love the art of trollhunters and i feel that they could do with updating it to include the newer stuff. but yep, the animation quality was incredible and i don’t have a bad thing to say about it because just wow.

- speaking of art... a moment of appreciation for character designs. just wow wow wow. we love to see such intricately designed villains. we love to see growth in our other much loved characters. and the locations too? fantastic. beautiful. amazing. loved it.

- another moment of appreciation for jim. the hair. the scars. the injuries. the winter jacket. the fact that he looked a little older.... loved it. loved it, loved it, loved it. i cannot wait to spend hours pouring over reference pictures to draw them all.

- and claire... her armor being weathered and worn. her eyes!! her hair looked great as always. i just love her...

- nari nari nari... my goodness, her magic is so beautiful. i wish we got to see more.

- also, the jlaire moments were very cute. their kisses? so soft. they literally love each other so much. i adore them.

- what happened to the babies from the darklands btw? is not enrique just chilling in the lake’s house with a ton of babies?

- barbara deserved better. i would have liked to see her and strickler happy.

- on that note, why the actual fuck did they think a few explosives would win against magic?? literal ancient magic and these dumbasses were like huh i guess we should blow it up. i’m sorry, what?? y’all are stupid.

* currently trying to think of every possible point that isn’t to do with the ending because i really don’t want to think about that yet *

- the whole thing with archie and charlemagne felt super unnecessary. like usually characters sacrifice themselves and it’s like sad and you can see the reasoning and stuff. but they literally could have gotten out. i really did not vibe with that. it felt like they just did that to leave douxie with no one.

- that trollmarket was beautiful though.

- speaking of trollmarket... they really restored the heartstone just like that? are you joking? i was not impressed at all. the heartstone was dead and gone, could not be destroyed. did they just forget that? half the shit in wizards wouldn’t have happened if the heartstone could have been restored. very pissed off by that. it was dead, that was it.

- okay back to jim... love that he pulled the sword from the stone. it was cute that it was a group effort, kinda would have preferred if it was just him but that’s just a me thing. and maybe me and my daylight tattoo are biased here, but excalibur is not half as pretty as daylight.

- not gonna lie, jim yelling come on trollhunters! kinda got me. i was very emotional watching this.

- i think the most in character jim moment of the whole movie was when he dropped excalibur, he didn’t have his armor, he was all alone and he decided to make a fist and fight the wizard/god with literally no weapon or means of defence. i don’t think y’all understand how much i love this dumb self sacrificing selfless boy. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, he is literally one of my most favourite characters of all time. i love him with all my heart.

- the armor!! wow wow wow. that was a fucking cool scene. beautiful.

- jim getting stabbed or whatever with that fucking spear thing nearly killed me.

- okay here goes... toby. my sweet toby. jim and toby’s friendship is one of my absolute favourites ever. my goodness. and toby getting in the van and going to save jim was incredible and such a toby thing to do. of course he would think of doing that.

- but like seriously... claire and douxie are so fucking powerful and they were both just like lol i guess we can’t do anything to help jim? i’m sorry what?? don’t tell me that claire wouldn’t go full on black and purple eyes and get herself up their to him. i just... i’m so bothered by the fact that they were sidelined y’all :|

- also, do not seriously try to tell me that aaarrrgghh!!! would let toby go on his own. he would have went with him. he would have followed him.

- literally as jim was falling the first thing that went through my mind was oh aaarrrgghh!!! is gonna run up and catch him.

- and while we’re on the topic of aaarrrgghh!!! why tf did they have such a build up that something was going to happen to either him or blinky for literally no reason? wtf

- aaarrrgghh!!! would not have let toby go alone!!! if he had been there, he would have protected toby, he would have saved him and none of that mess of an ending would have happened.

* ugh here’s the bit i was dreading... the ending *

- first off, i am choosing to ignore it.

- time stone? really? we’re... we’re gonna do this? literally one of the most original things i have ever watched is now - at the literal last possible minute - rip off another movie?? really?? whyyyy???

- i literally cannot express how much i hated it. it was so fucking unnecessary.

- he didn’t need to go back that far!!!

- i’m actually trying to block this out but i suppose i have to at least touch on it. jim would never ever put that burden on to toby. he just wouldn’t. before even looking at all of the other issues with toby getting the amulet, i need to say that. it just wouldn’t happen. he struggled so much with being the trollhunter, he wouldn’t put that on toby.

- also toby literally never wanted to be the trollhunter?? he never wanted the amulet? he wanted to be a duke and have his war hammer and go on adventures with his best friend and his wingman and eat mexican food.

- okay so um i guess they all just forgot about unbecoming? cool cool cool.

- seriously though, was it not established many times that jim literally had to be trollhunter? and if he wasn’t it would be draal and everything would go to shit? did they just forget about that??

- having jim just decide to give toby the amulet literally takes away from the entire meaning behind jim getting the amulet and becoming the trollhunter. the amulet chose jim. merlin chose him. out of all of the creatures in the world, it had to be jim. he can’t just give that to toby!!

- and as much as i love toby, he would not last a day as trollhunter.

- and that’s not even beginning to mention all that jim erased by not becoming trollhunter. no father son relationship between him and blinky. they didn’t stop steve from picking on eli so no steve redemption and no creepslayerz. is he just going to allow enrique to be taken? toby will not have the same incentive to go into the darklands to save him if that’s the case. strickler will not show any sort of sentiment towards toby either. and then the big one...

- IS THAT FUCKER REALLY GOING TO ALLOW CLAIRE TO NOT GET HER POWERS??? WHAT???

- if jim isn’t trollhunter and the whole thing with enrique doesn’t happen then claire will never get her shadowstaff. let’s be real, strickler probably wouldn’t even need angor rot with toby as trollhunter. somehow i can’t see him making it that far...

- if claire doesn’t have her shadow staff then the whole thing with morgana won’t happen. she won’t destroy the shadow staff and then she will never develop her powers. would jim really rob her of that?

- okay i can’t do anymore, it’s too much for me now...

- i touched on this already in a separate post but i gotta say it again... i did not enjoy the destiny is a gift bit at the end. first of all, jim having toby find the amulet literally takes the meaning of that speech and his destiny away instanty. and second, i just could not stand hearing emile hirsch say the words that belonged to anton yelchin. it was just uncomfortable.

aaand i think i’m done. maybe i’ll have more later but i have a headache now from all of this.

#rott #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #rott spoilers #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #toby domzalski #blinky #aaarrrgh #wizards #toa #douxie #rise of the titans #trollhunters spoilers #trollhunters rise of the titans

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doopy-n-loopy · 3 years ago

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How would yandere mercs react to us trying to escape late at night?

Well not well that's for sure!

Yan!Mercenaries (TF2) × Reader hcs/ imagines

// Yandere themes, violence, fear play, yandere shit

Defense

Demo

You got out of Demo's bed, you had given him more alcohol than usual to keep him asleep. You looked over the heavily snoring figure beside you. The scot had his mouth wide open and a bottle of beer cluched in his palm. You leaned in and blew on his eye to make sure he was asleep, and there was no physical response from him. You then quickly slipped on your clothes and pulled out the small bag you've been hiding behind the nightstand, it was filled with money and other essentials like pepper spray, sunglasses, and a cloak.

You walked out of the room, taking one last look at the scot before tiptoing out of the house, avoiding scattered empty alcohol containers on the ground.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard a voice from behind you

"y/n? What are ye doing?"

He was drunk of course, but when wasn't he? It was like he was sober in his own way. Sober enough to recognize that guilty look on your face. His expression twisted into an angry snarl and he grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you down the stairs into the basement

"you'll stay here till you know how to listen"

He said trying to conceal his anger, but failing to do so

He could also just have a breakdown depending on the type of night it was and guilt you into staying

He will be a lot more strict on you

Heavy

You were looking to escape in the night but heavy lives in an eternal blizzard basically so... That's not a great idea

But lets say you've been preparing for awhile and got everything set up, a snow mobile, warm clothes, and a torch

But the moment you get to the shed, you find that your snow mobile is broken

Heavy then appears out of a corner of darkness with an upset expression

It's silent for a moment, until he speaks

"After all Heavy has done for you? Why?"

You felt guilt building up into your throat as you tried to search for an excuse. Unable to find one. He isn't a very restricting yandere, in fact, he's much tamer than most, he's given you basically all he has and to do this is like a slap in the face.

"Heavy will forgive you, if you just come back" he said while smiling

You were then gently pushed back out into the cold in the direction of his house, where you'd be staying once more

If he was in a bad mood, he'd be a little more rough

He also will place more restrictions on you but it's not like you'd notice considering it's not much

Engineer

You were about to leave in your car at night, when you tried turning it on, it wouldn't start. Engie then walks in front of your car and waves at you for you to come out, which after hesitating, you comply.

He walks over to you and hugs you, which confuses you. He tells you it's alright and that you don't have to go

"I'm sorry but, I want to leave" you stutter out

He panics internally and grips your shoulder, looking you in your eye

"do you know what could happen to you out there? Rapists! Murderers! The world ain't sugar n' honey, darlin"

"but-" you respond, suddenly cut off by him

"but you're safe here with me. I'll always protect you"

He hugs you once again, sucked into that warm embrace, you calm down and walk back with him

You were restricted from certain things from then on

Offense

Scout

You got into a fight with him earlier and in the middle of the night, you decided it was time to leave.

You packed a bag of clothes, some water, money, and other essentials

As you got your keys, you were met with a sleepy eyed scout who had bedhead

"Y/N....? The hell are ya doin?"

It takes a second for scout to process what's going on. You're grabbing your keys, you're fully dressed, and you had a suitcase with you

"Jeremy. I'm leaving*

You said sternly. You could see in his eyes that his heart shattered into a million pieces

"Wai- what no! No no no no! Please y/n you gotta stay please!"

He begged, grabbing onto your coat as you began to walk out. Tears formed on his face but you ignored it

"I can't put up with this anymore"

You said, voice cracking from the pain in your heart. Scout was sobbing now, he kneeled in front of you to stop you

"I'm so sorry I'm so sorry! I'll change I swear I'll become better! You want to go to eat out more? I got the money! I'll treat you nicely!"

You didn't believe a word he said, but with the way he was talking, it had to be true.

"Please I love you so much and it would kill me to lose you... Literally... You're my world to me, baby"

You bit your quivering lip as you looked down at him like he was a sad puppy. You sniffled and dropped your bags, huffing in defeat

".. I'm sorry. I'm just tired"

Scout was overjoyed to hear this. That night he clung to you

Scout didn't really become more strict, but he did become more loving to avoid that again.

Pyro

This one is scary, scarier than support classes even

You were almost out the door when they spotted you. They gave you an inquisitive look. You both shared a minute of uncomfortable silence before you bolted out the door. Pyro was unprepared for this, giving you some time to create distance between you two.

But Pyro was quick to get ready and they were out the door in no time with their flamethrower, ready to burn down acres of forests in order to catch you

You could hear pyro approaching, knowing that once you reach your car at the end of the base, you'll be safe and free.

While you were running, it seemed like their footsteps had been fading ever since they've gotten louder. Until you couldn't hear it anymore. You didn't pay any mind to this since your objective was just getting ti your car

When you arrived at the boarders of their territory when you stopped in your tracks

Pyro was leaning over their axe by the car, looking smug as ever. You looked towards your car and gasped.

Pyro had shredded the tires and broke open every window so you couldn't escape. You stood there as pyro approached you and swept you up in their arms, snuggling their mask into your neck the entire way home while you couldn't help but softly sob

Soldier

Soldier would lose his shit

He's already super strict, forces you to get up at 5 am every morning and run laps like you're in the military, makes you eat either MRE packets or home cooked food and you better hope it's an MRE pack because he cannot cook

So when he sees you at your car late at night, he screams at the top of his lungs enough to scare you into shock

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAGGOT? GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"

I could see this going one of two ways, either complying or he has to chase you down (which he will)

If he has to chase you down, he won't be happy about it, and become even more strict than before (which I don't think is possible but it's soldier)

Support

Sniper

You... What?

How did you even get the idea that you could escape?

You live in his fucking van, you won't have a car other than his van

But lets say you saw the chance for escape, and tried to take it. You either got shut down the moment you got out of bed or you were lucky enough to get far away from the van

"get your bloody ass back to bed" is something he'd say if he shut you down the moment you stood up

But this man is a sniper, he can scope you out easily, and he won't hesitate to use a tranq on you

After that, you're back in the chains

Spy

Scary

Did you really think you could?

He knew you were gonna escape before you even escaped

He'd make very subtle remarks about it and remind you of what he could do

"Do you remember about the undercover mission in Spain back when I was working for the government that I told you about? When I was able to find the traitor using three clues. Even after all his records were erased"

Subtle shit like that to remind you who's in control

But lets say you didn't take the hint, and you decided to try and escape anyways

He'd catch you in the living room trying to escape, and send you back to bed

Or, you'd get lucky and be able to run away, meaning he'd be on a job

Trust me, he will find you within 48 hours, 24 if you aren't moving that much

He's very manipulative so he'd try to make you feel bad about it.

Much more strict afterwards

Medic

I have a feeling he'd already knowz but not to the extent that spy does

He notices your behavior, and how you're starting to become a bit more.. energetic?

Anyways, like spy, he'll warn you subtly

"You seem to always find yourself injured in any way. And like they say, a medic can track an injured person like a gps system, ja?"

If you decide to escape, he'll have some fun with you definitely. He'll late you run far enough to think that you're finally free, before he catches you and brings you back. He's sadistic.

He'll laugh at your face and degrade and humiliate you, making you regret ever trying

After that, he's much more strict, and demanding from you

Bonus cause I wanted to: Pauling

Pauling like spy, can track people very easily

I wouldn't even be surprised if she convinced medic to help put a tracker in you

Well, she'd be at work checking your location every hour. And the moment she finds out that you're not in the house but at a motel, she's pissed.

She has to quickly finish up work before taking her time to go catch you, and trust me, if Pauling takes time off work for something it's important

Once she finds you, she tells you to come out, trying to keep it civil. When you don't, she ends up busting through the door and taking you herself.

On the way home, she complains about how you worried her and made her miss some work like a parent going to pick up their sick kid from school

She eventually cools off after she gets you home, but she is definitely more strict

Gify was acting up so I couldn't download any more gifs 😭

Anyways feel free to request again!

#yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 × reader #doopyloopyyandere #doopyloopy's asks #doopyloopy's headcannons

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axelkingly · 1 year ago

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jianam:

The snipe in the tone was not unlike what Jia was used to but the effort of returning it died on the tip of her tongue, realising that picking a fight at this moment perhaps wasn’t appropriate. Especially not when he was filling in the blanks of what Phoenix had told her and the details that drew her closer to his side, the toe of her shoes scuffing on his heel. “Dae asked Nari to marry him?” Several details went over her head for the one singular fact, grabbing a hold of his sleeve and beginning to shake his arm. “And she said yes? Oh, oh, this is… are you sure? Did Nari tell you this? Maybe she hit her head and has officially lost it.” It felt like a dream that Nari had scribbled in the back of a notebook that had, by some twisted fate, conjured itself into reality. Her mind struggled to focus on the second confirmation of war when she was concerned with her best friend’s engagement with the man of her obsessions. Feet failing to keep in a straight line through Paramount’s terrain, her eyes darting from Axel to their surroundings, the unease of the current situation beginning to grow again. “I don’t know.” It wasn’t a helpful answer, but she wasn’t typically focused on the who or what that was paying attention to her. “I don’t think anyone but those from that also came from the Seven Seas even looked at me, but oh, I made eye contact with the Queen’s bodyguard earlier after Nari knocked over all those stupid glasses. Does that make a difference?“ She doubted she made an impression on his mind when the moment was so brief; a hiccup in his day when his lover had gone on to declare war. The grounds of Paramount made it difficult to ease her heartbeat, the noise that surrounded them so unlike home, she found herself leaning so close that she may as well have sewn her shoulder to his. “You know what, my mother’s going to find a way to blame me for all of this, so maybe you should just leave me here. They can send my head back in a box.”

Axel scored high in every physical test that Euda had thrown at him and even endured torture to ensure he wouldn’t leak out any vital information. The one thing that he scored low on was keeping the peace, Axel failed miserably explaining to someone in panic that everything would be okay. He refused to lie and it nearly cost him his job for these beliefs; However, he felt somewhat obligated to express to her that all is well. “What did I say about asking questions?” As he spoke, Axel roamed ahead to gather enough scenery before returning to Jia with a softer tone. “This all might seem surreal and difficult to grasp, I understand that more than anyone, but you have me to make sure you get home safely. This is my job, ma’am and I know Lord Dae quite well to the point that I know he’d do anything to protect the people of Seven Seas.” His eyes hovered over the extra person, Axel was made aware of Phoenix and his games except he seemed harmless for now. “If you’re certain that no one followed you then go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.” This part was tricky Axel had to keep his eyes on two potential targets and his surroundings at all times. One person with two duties was difficult for anyone especially after a Queen declared war. “Avoid any lit areas and make way towards the darker sections.” He simply reminded himself that this was apart of his job, but a tinge of fear fluttered through him when his thoughts wandered to Dae. All he could do is hope that Dae could handle himself, but the hope was slim if Nari was around to distract him. “Avoid making visible footprints, don’t walk to heavy—keep moving.”

#axel x jia: 001

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forasecondtherewedwon · 3 years ago

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Love Me Like You Drew - chapter two

Fandom: Nancy Drew Pairing: Nancy x Ace Rating: E Chapter: 2 / 6 Word Count: 4861

Chapter summary: Nancy Drew? Collect call from the attraction you’re fighting. Will you accept the charges?

Read: chapter one

So not everything about this picturesque little town was quite as perfect as it would’ve been in a Hallmark production. Faucets cracked. People (Nancy, specifically) ran over nails in diner parking lots and punctured their tires. There was a murder hotel.

…Which was where Nancy happened to be staying. Served her right for trying to upgrade after the shabby place in Boston.

Obviously, she hadn’t known about the Breaker Hotel’s reputation until after check-in. Without a reservation, and right in the middle of camping and beach-going season, she’d just been happy to get a room. She’d eavesdropped to learn the short version from the trio of ghost-hunter wannabes waiting in line behind her. (Creepy noises, temperature changes, blah blah blah, sounded like a textbook hoax to take advantage of precisely the brand of chump the hotel had successfully managed to attract.) She’d wanted to ask what was up with the dorky tourists, but the face of the woman behind the front desk—her nametag read “Amanda”—suggested this happened a lot.

“Between you and me,” Amanda told her in a low voice as Nancy’s credit card transaction went through, “it’s bullshit. Just a tourist attraction. Nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah,” Nancy said. “I figured.”

“You seem like maybe you’re here for work, so I just wanted to assure you that there won’t be any supernatural interruptions.”

She printed a copy of Nancy’s bill. Accepting it, Nancy gave the woman a shrewd look, though she was also smiling.

“I’m sure Horseshoe Bay gets overrun with summer vacationers. What makes you say I’m here for work?”

“You seem very focused. Driven, you know? Not like a lot of our… esteemed summer guests.” Rich was the word Amanda tactfully refused to say. “There are a few locals who could do with a little more ambition too.”

She certainly had someone in mind with a comment like that, but it was Nancy’s turn to be tactful and not ask, especially when Amanda appeared to realize she’d gone a step beyond a welcoming rapport. It was the kind of vague criticism you’d throw around with friends in the know, not guests at your place of work. That sort of thing happened to Nancy though—people opened up to her. Although it wasn’t the same as making friends, since she rarely offered anything in return, the one-sided human connection of listening while someone talked was great for gathering book material.

Nancy took her bag up to her room—nary a glowing pair of eyes beneath the bed or bloody message on the bathroom mirror—and left the hotel to explore the town on foot.

Gathering book material indeed. She hadn’t had to try too hard with that yet, had she? As if the scenic setting weren’t enough, as if she couldn’t easily fictionalize the Claw into a bistro or an ice cream shop. On top of those things, Horseshoe Bay had offered up a Horseshoe Babe who wouldn’t have looked out of place on a single Harlequin cover. Even the historical romances—he had the sweep of long-ish hair that worked for a lot of time periods. Give the guy a billowing white shirt and you were good to go.

It probably should’ve felt like a gift, and would have to anyone less cynical, but Nancy didn’t trust it. She couldn’t base a character on that guy. With his sopping-wet shirt and his earring that she wanted to tug between her teeth. Never mind too good to be true: he was too real to be fake. A romance hero who’d come to life and refused to be put back in his book. No reader would place their trust in this man. The only purpose he could serve in Nancy’s story was to throw her off. She was going to walk around this pretty little town and forget all about him.

And his name was Ace. Real name? Nickname? Nancy didn’t know, but she couldn’t have come up with a more brilliant one for him if she’d tried. Best of the best, the name implied, accomplished in just three letters. And his last name? Bess had told her, giving Nancy a knowing look as she’d walked her to her car. Hardy. Only positive connotations there: strong, brave, resilient. It was a word Nancy would use to describe herself taking a chance on George’s clam chowder. Naturally, being a romance writer, she also appreciated the short cognitive jump readers would take from “Hardy” to “hard-on.” Wholesome and erotic. The man had range.

Not that she’d ever use his real name.

And she wasn’t using him for inspiration anyway! Period!

Nancy groaned and pulled open the door of the next store she passed—an antique shop. For a while, she wandered the cluttered but curated aisles, examining the cubbies of rolltop desks; gently tinkling the foggy, hanging crystals of heirloom chandeliers; staring at painting after painting after painting of ships on choppy seas. The sloshing waves reminded her of the sink at the Claw. Yeah, no, this wasn’t helping.

“We also have antique jewellery,” the man working there told her, one last attempt at a sale to the clearly distracted woman strolling aimlessly around his store. He stood behind a glass counter that held up the cash register but also contained an assortment of pieces that caught the light. She gave it a cursory glance to be polite. So many hideous brooches.

“Thanks,” Nancy said, granting him a parting smile, “but I’m good.” She touched her fingers to the locket hanging around her neck and exited the store.

As she walked down the sidewalk, she slid the locket back and forth on its chain. It had been her mom’s and now it was hers. Inside was a picture of Nancy as a baby, held over her mom’s heart for so many years, a constant symbol of her love even when teenage Nancy fought with her over petty, stupid stuff. Her mom’s love had been the steadiest she’d ever known, but sometimes (particularly right after losing her), Nancy felt like she should’ve loved her better in return. Thank goodness her dad had picked up the slack.

She remembered her parents in love, together at home, abroad in France and Switzerland. If the traces of pain in Nancy’s novels had come from the darkest weeks of her life—her mom wasting away and her dad stressing over the mounting medical bills he refused to discuss—then the persevering love story came from all their family’s good years. Seventeen years after her birth, her mom and dad had still held hands at the movies, posted the same kissing selfies to both of their Facebook pages, and teased each other across the table at family dinner. They’d made fairy tales look trite and exposed the best romcoms as pathetic imitations of the real thing. Where was Nancy supposed to look for the real thing now that her mom was gone?

Horseshoe Bay, apparently. That was the answer she’d come up with, the straw she’d grasped at when personal experience wasn’t giving her results. Oh, she had flings; Nancy smiled to herself as she thought of those. Owen. Abe. Gil. Park. Plenty of fun at the time, and a couple who’d wanted more than just something fun, but none of it had ever been serious for her. She’d never sat across a table from a man in a swanky restaurant and felt what she’d seen between her parents at their own dining room table. Was that the great lie of her career—that the Nancy Drew had never been in love?—or was it the secret to her bestseller status? Maybe it took a person who was always wanting and never getting to pen the most raved-about romance.

At the café, she picked up a latte and an idea for her next activity to take her mind off of… Dammit, she’d nearly managed to forget him. But she pulled out her phone and brought up the website printed on the poster in the café’s window. Sure, she could go for an historic tour. She checked the times. One was starting soon.

She made her way to the starting point behind a small, white church and exchanged perfunctory smiles with the rest of the tour group. It wasn’t large, though still larger than she’d anticipated. Could be that there was a little more depth to this place than met the eye. The air was fresh and, so far, waiting on the lawn was worth the grass stains on her white sneakers.

When the tour began, Nancy was impressed by the carefully preserved houses—now under the care of the town’s Historical Society—and the amount of information that had been recorded to facilitate the guide’s unending stream of dates and anecdotes (dry as many of them were). She was considerably less impressed when she asked the guide for more information on historically significant female residents and had her question ignored. She repeated herself and he told her (after an irritated sigh) that there weren’t any historically significant women of Horseshoe Bay and its environs.

Because Nancy knew when it was productive to challenge someone’s blatant sexism and when it was a waste of her time, she offered the guide an eyeroll and walked out of the old house. She’d been through this enough times—men who believed that anything for or about women was devoid of value. This type of man left snide, unoriginal comments about her books on review sites. They stood in the back at her signings and heckled loudly across the low, sultry tone in which she read aloud to her giddy fans. They followed her on Twitter only to foul her DMs with their unsolicited pictures, claiming to be giving her exactly what she obviously wanted, why else would she write that kind of book? This type of man was lazy, hateful, and small-minded. Only someone who wanted to be vile to women would do or say any of that to a person whose work they plainly hadn’t understood or read. Anyone who’d read her books would get out of them what Bess had.

Bess.

Nancy had started walking back towards the center of town, but she paused and checked her watch, then pulled out her phone. Bess would be off work by now. Dinner plans might be nice.

They’d exchanged numbers before parting earlier. Likely, Bess was already itching to give her a call. Nancy could beat her to the punch. She scrolled through her contacts and found the one that had to be the Claw waitress. She laughed. She’d watched Bess enter her phone number, but she’d missed the name she’d put in to accompany it: the water droplets emoji. Cute. Nancy didn’t know whether it was a naïve emoji usage to reference the waterfront restaurant where they’d met or playful flirting by a fan who’d read three whole novels of Nancy describing a woman receiving a generous amount of sexual pleasure, but she could straighten that out later if necessary. For now, she smirked and tapped to call.

It rang three times, and then…

“Ace’s phone, this is Ace.”

“Uh…”

Alright, so not a naïve emoji usage, but a dirty trick from Nancy’s new friend. Bess might’ve been sunshine personified, but the woman had an agenda. Nancy had to admire that.

“Hello?”

She closed her eyes and smiled through her wince.

“Oh, hi, Ace. This is Nancy, from before? At the Claw? I think Bess gave me your number instead of hers by mistake.”

His laugh in her ear made her feel like she’d just tripped over her own feet. Foolish and girlish and hopeful as a rising tide.

“By mistake? That doesn’t sound like the Bess I know and love.”

God, he was warm and had a good sense of humour. She had to end this call.

“Could you possibly give me the actual phone number of the Bess you know and love?” she requested. “I was hoping to make dinner plans with her.”

“Dinner plans? Yeah, no problem. I should just gently inform you that Bess does have a girlfriend and—”

“Just friendly plans, Ace.” But it’s sweet that you look out for her.

“I see. And you would be wanting to keep things ‘just friendly’ because Bess isn’t your type, or because you’re already seeing somebody, or…?”

He was meeting her lapse of girlishness head-on, his probing question boyishly transparent.

“Are you asking if I’m single?”

“…And if I was?”

“Then I would say…” Nancy was surprised to hear herself speaking in the teasing voice she used when reading passages of her characters flirting. The voice she used when she was flirting. “…could you give me Bess’s phone number?”

Another soft laugh.

“Yeah.” He recited the digits.

“Thanks, Ace. And, uh, I hope you found yourself a dry shirt,” she couldn’t stop herself from adding.

“You were thinkin’ about that, huh? I was thinking—"

Oh, she could guess what Ace was thinking, and she hung up on him midsentence. What else was she going to do? Explain to him exactly how important it was that she stay on track while she was here and that her swiftly growing attraction to him (they’d had two conversations—one if you stipulated that both people actually had to speak for it to qualify) was not on her itinerary?

Nancy shook her head and called the number that had really better be Bess’s this time.

Bess answered much more promptly than Ace had. Probably because she had Nancy’s real number and saw her real name pop up on the screen.

“Nancy! Hi!”

“Hey, Bess. So, two things.” Nancy began walking again as she spoke. “First, would you wanna grab dinner tonight? I’ve already worn out my welcome on the Horseshoe Bay historic walking tour, so I’m kinda at loose ends for what to do with myself.”

“Aristotle’s tour? Ugh. Sorry about that.”

“You don’t even know what happened.”

“I know he’s a prick,” Bess stated. “Do I need to know more?”

Nancy laughed.

“I guess not.”

“Dinner sounds great though. Lisbeth—that’s my girlfriend—texted me that she’s working late tonight, so I’d be glad of the company!”

“Ok, great. Second thing… aren’t you wondering how I got your number?”

After a pause, Bess gave her a cheerful, “Whoopsie!”

That definitely confirmed that it hadn’t been an accident.

“I’m assuming you spoke to Ace then?” Bess fished.

Nancy rolled her eyes and shifted her phone to her other ear. Her face felt warm all of a sudden.

“Briefly,” she said.

“…And?”

“And I’m willing to bet you’ll ask me again over dinner. Why don’t you pick a place and text me the address?”

“What do you feel like eating?”

“I’m not picky,” Nancy said, then thought to add, “but maybe not chowder. George’s was delicious, but I think I should stop while I’m ahead.”

“Not dinner at the Claw then,” Bess joked. “Although… you know who’s working the dinner shift?”

Nancy laughed loudly at Bess’s shamelessness.

“You seem to feel oddly entitled to a say in my love life for someone I just met,” she observed.

“Please,” Bess countered. “I’ve had a window into your heart for years, Nancy Drew—I’ve read your books. Plus, I have an eye for this sort of thing.”

She’d be the perfect meddling best friend, Nancy thought when they hung up, if this were a book. Bess’s wingwoman-ing was brazen yet endearing, a solid foundation for a character loyal to the love interest... who’d be nothing like Ace Hardy. Ace Hardy made his first appearance soaking wet. Ace Hardy flirted on the phone, but not in a gross way. Ace Hardy was so close to the pinnacle of romance readers’ ideal fantasy guy that their eyes would cross trying to separate one from the other. Literature’s Ace Hardys existed in other stories, but not in Nancy’s.

An hour later, she walked into the unassuming little place Bess had chosen for dinner. There were no wailing, sandy-footed children, but it wasn’t fancy either; Nancy didn’t feel overdressed in the skirt and heeled sandals she’d changed into. If the restaurant had been larger, she might’ve had to scan the space more than once to spot Bess. Out of her uniform and in a dress with poofy, semi-sheer sleeves, Bess was transformed from clumsy waitress into someone dazzling and self-possessed.

“I hope I’m not late,” Nancy said, slinging the strap of her purse over the back of her chair and sitting down.

“Not at all! I only got here a minute before you did.”

“You look… different.” She couldn’t not comment on the distinct change.

Bess smiled, taking her words as the compliment Nancy had intended them to be.

“I can’t say I often sit down to dinner with many celebrated authors, but I do put in an appearance at Aunt Diana’s monthly soirées, and we are expected to dress for the occasion.”

“‘We’?” Nancy inquired, assuming it wasn’t the royal we, though Bess’s British accent did muddy the waters.

“Oh, all of the assorted cousins.” She fluttered a hand. “The Marvins. One of Horseshoe Bay’s founding families.”

“Of which you are…”

“The prodigal niece,” Bess supplied. “Right down to my history of felony. Shall we order? They do a nice carbonara.”

Nancy blinked.

“Ok, but then I’m gonna need you to tell me more about that.”

“It’s not nearly as interesting as it sounds.”

It really was, and Nancy argued this over appetizers—Bess had soup while Nancy chose salad, the least soup-like option. Bess was a fascinating person to have stumbled across, and she blushed when Nancy told her that too. The more she spoke about herself, the more intrigued Nancy became. She was reaching for the notebook and pen in her bag before she even realized what she was doing.

“How would you feel about it?” she asked.

“Having pieces of my background be the inspiration for something you wrote?”

“Or you, as a whole, inspiring one of the characters. Not that I can really promise that yet. I don’t have a plot, and I would still make serious alterations to adapt anything you told me into fiction, but…”

“Oooh, Nancy! I would be flattered!”

“Really?”

“Like I said before, dream come true. Even though,” Bess said, taking a breath to calm herself, “I understand that it’s just a possibility.”

“And the character would really only be recognizable to you and the people who know you well. She wouldn’t be completely you, just… shades of you.”

“Absolutely. I can’t wait to tell Lisbeth!”

Bess really couldn’t wait; she got her phone out right then and there and happily tapped out a text. Her joy was infectious and Nancy was grinning as their server cleared their plates and brought out the mains. Nancy had taken Bess’s advice with the pasta and Bess looked up across her own steaming bowl to give Nancy a smug look like, See?

“So, what does Lisbeth do?” Nancy asked.

The majority of the personal details that had been shared tonight were Bess’s, but even a fleeting foray into Nancy’s realm of writing was enough to make her slightly skittish and eager to turn the conversation back onto her dining companion. She swirled her pasta and awaited Bess’s response.

“She’s a police officer. Formerly state police, but she settled here after things grew more serious between us and the snatches of time we were stealing around her work schedule just weren’t cutting it.”

Nancy’s eyebrows lifted.

“The cop and the criminal.”

“Romance fodder if you’ve ever heard it, right?” Bess remarked sarcastically.

Nancy frowned and set her fork down.

“Bess, I mean it. I’m surprised, but—”

“But love… is surprising,” Bess finished for her. She smiled softly down at her pasta. “Yeah.”

Just when it felt like they were in safe territory again, Bess raised her head, went, “Speaking of…” and brought up Ace.

The fact that Nancy had essentially nothing to tell didn’t stop Ace’s best friend—“platanchor,” she called it—from coming at her with questions from every angle. What did she think of him? What had they said on the phone? No, not a generalization, the exact words, couldn’t Nancy recall them? Bess’s poor, wounded Ace had gone through a painful breakup last month and Nancy’s arrival was nothing short of fortuitous. It would be so good for him to have someone come into his life who knew a thing or two about love.

Balking at the casually dropped L word, Nancy felt it was time to interrupt.

“I’m sure your friend is great…”

“He is,” Bess interjected, nodding enthusiastically.

“…but I’m just here to gather ideas for my next book. I’d be honoured to have you as a friend, but I don’t need you to be my matchmaker,” she concluded gently.

Bess held up her hands and bobbed her head to acknowledge Nancy’s wishes.

“Alright. If that’s what you want. I won’t interfere.”

“Thanks, Bess.”

“We’ll just see what happens.”

“Which will be nothing,” Nancy assured her.

“Which will be nothing engineered by me. I can’t speak for the universe.”

“The universe?” Nancy laughed. “Trust me, the universe couldn’t care less about me.”

They finished dinner, squabbled over the bill, elected to have dessert after all, squabbled over the bill again, and then Bess offered to drop Nancy off at her hotel. With all the talking, two hours had sailed smoothly past, but the sun was still in the sky when they stepped outside. Nancy decided to take advantage of the long summer evening and walk instead. She and Bess parted with a hug and a promise, on Bess’s end, of a pending introduction to the much-praised Lisbeth.

Nancy sighed to be alone.

Bess was awesome. Really, surprisingly awesome, and in the collision of their meeting, Bess was definitely a shooting star falling to Nancy’s earth rather than a head-on traffic accident that left no survivors. Still, Nancy was naturally independent. Talking about love spooked her, talking about the universe’s imaginary awareness of her made her feel sour and motherless. She liked being able to match her pace to the unhurried slip of the sun and letting her long shadow trail along behind her. She liked being able to get in her car and…

Her car. Shit. She’d parked it at the hotel, checked in, and forgotten about the nails in the tires as she’d looked for ways to pass her afternoon. Thankfully, she didn’t need to drive anywhere in a hurry, but she’d still have to find a garage that could put new tires on before she left town. Nancy cringed at what replacing at least two of her tires (she’d spotted the nails in the front wheels and groaned, too annoyed to inspect the rest) was going to do to her budget. Good thing she’d be saving on gas by walking everywhere. The scenic part of Horseshoe Bay was small enough to wander comfortably.

Why waste time? Nancy pulled out her phone and searched for garages in Horseshoe Bay. It looked like there were a couple farther inland, in the west end neighbourhoods where permanent residents of the town lived. She didn’t want to make that trek tonight. She scrolled a little and found a garage by the Bayside Claw. Jeeze, she’d barely noticed it on her way in, propelled by her empty stomach. The place didn’t have a website, so she didn’t know the hours, but it wasn’t far. She could walk.

In under fifteen minutes, she was at Nickerson’s Auto & Boat Repair. The bay door was open and there was a light on inside, so Nancy approached, ignoring the smaller door and the darkened office she could see through its square window. A station wagon had been driven forward into the garage. The mechanic was obscured by the raised hood.

“Um, hi,” Nancy said, skirting around the side of the car. “Would it be possible to make an appointment…”

Her voice trailed off as a man stepped out from behind the hood. A man with an inquisitive expression and floppy blond hair that was falling into his eyes. Familiar floppy blond hair. Familiar eyes.

“Hey.”

Ace Hardy smiled at her. He extended a hand, glanced at it, then wiped it on the leg of his jeans, leaving a dark smudge. The grime wasn’t what she was afraid of. When he offered his hand again, Nancy gave it a tentative shake. She forgot to tell him her name; he didn’t open his mouth to give his. The shirt he was wearing had had its sleeves cut off, old cotton rolling softly at the seams. It left his arms exposed. Her gaze landed on his biceps, but she kept it moving, pulling her hand back.

“You are… not who I was expecting,” she admitted. “Do you work here too?”

“Nah, this is Nick’s place. George’s boyfriend? He lets me use it after hours when I need to. Nobody touches Florence but me.”

He shot an affectionate look at the station wagon.

“That— That’s Florence?” She pointed.

“The one and only,” Ace said proudly. “My girl needed an oil change and it’s a beautiful night for it.”

A beautiful night for an oil change? Did they write that into some kind of fisherman’s almanac around here?

“Sure,” Nancy said. “Can’t beat the combined scents of sea and auto shop.”

“You got it.” In a swift move, Ace closed the hood and perched on the edge, giving her his full attention. “How was dinner?”

“Dinner? Oh, dinner with Bess.” Right. She’d forgotten he knew about that. During her falter, Ace’s gaze fell to her legs. He glanced quickly away like he didn’t mean to stare, then quickly back like he did. “It was productive.”

Nancy stepped to the side and rested her elbow on the car’s roof. Hopefully, Florence wouldn’t mind. She just had to put some space between herself and those arms. That earring, glinting in the yellow light of a naked bulb. Those thighs in his dirty jeans. Every part of Ace made her want to bite him.

“Productive? You make it sound like a business meeting.”

“Some of it,” Nancy said.

“What else’d you guys talk about?”

You.

“This and that. Do you know where I could leave Nick a note? About my car?”

“What happened to it?”

Nancy sighed.

“Nails in the tires. I ran over them in the Claw’s parking lot.”

“That’ll be Frank. I’ll talk to him. He’s redoing Darlene Fowler’s roof and he was in for lunch today. Darlene just moved into a new place that’s really kind of an old place, and—”

“Ace. I’m good. Don’t need the whole story, just new tires.”

Ace nodded and dug his phone from his pocket.

Looking down at the screen, he asked, “How many contacts do I have to share with you before I’m the one you wanna call?”

Nancy checked her phone and realized he’d sent her Nick’s number. She raised her head, flustered by his question.

“Uh, thanks,” she said instead of answering.

She pushed off of his car. Immediately, he stood, at the ready.

“I can give you a ride, if you want? Where are you staying?”

What were the odds that he’d just ask Bess if Nancy didn’t tell him? Besides, nothing would happen because she told him. Telling him wasn’t the same as inviting him to come up to her room. God, how easy would that have been though? I heard there were ghosts here, Ace. Can you check for me? Maybe over by the bed? I’m scared. Playing the “rescue me” card wouldn’t be like her at all, but Ace didn’t know what she was like.

Ah! It was so hard to ignore him when half of her brain was scheming up ways to sleep with him! Why did he have to go and play sexy mechanic the same day he’d won first prize in the impromptu wet t-shirt contest he’d basically forced her to conduct in her head?

“At the Breaker,” she said.

“Ah, the murder hotel.”

“Apparently. I don’t need a ride though.”

“You sure? It’s getting dark.”

Nancy glanced over her shoulder and, sure enough, the sun was finally starting to set, splashing a vivid red-orange across the bay.

“So it is,” she said. She pulled a flashlight out of her purse and held it up for Ace to see. “But I came prepared.”

“As a former Eagle Scout, I admire that.”

“Cute.”

“What was that?” He looked eager, grinning. Nancy could hardly suppress her own grin as she backed out of the garage, clicking the flashlight on.

“I didn’t say anything. I think you must’ve gotten water in your ears.” She pointed at hers to demonstrate. “From before.”

“I’ll get ’em checked and listen for your call!”

“I’m not gonna call you! Goodnight, Ace.”

“Night, Nancy.”

She made it back to the Breaker Hotel while the sky was still a lingering violet, velvety navy blue held at bay above it and perfect black above that.

She’d spent her walk wondering about the roominess of Florence’s back seat.

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