#cause this came straight from moi

[kumezyzo]

corpse x faceless streamer cause it has more plot...

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

as cliche and over-used as it is, you met bf!corpse in an among us lobby. but you two had heard of eachother before, seeing as youre in the same faceless community.

your followings seemed to have a lot of crossover, so when you met, it was a dream come true for your communites. and for you two, it was nice having someone understand what it was like to be faceless.

overtime, you two grew closer, hanging out outside of streams. and at some point, you got comfortable enough eachothers faces.

when your chat found out, it became the only thing they could talk about for a good two days on twitter.

"guys, corpse looks really cool," you said to your chat. you and corpse were streaming on your channel, just talking and catching up. his scoff made you giggle quietly. "im not joking, he's kinda... attractive."

"and yn looks nothing like how she described herself," he said, laughing at how much prettier he thought you were.

"and his hair is actually curly," you say.

then, you both went on anthony padilla's channel as a part of his 'I spent a day with...' series. and you revealed that you were doing the interview on the same day.

"i mean, corpse is the only other youtuber that knows what i look like," you state simply. "if im honest, the main reason im here is because this is the first time im meeting up with him in person."

thankfully, no one was suprised when they heard that in the video. but thats just because corpse posted a video of you two playing rock-paper-scissors.

it started off silent, you two doing the motions silently. corpse played scissors, you played rock. he sighed. another up and down motion. he played scissors, you played paper. you took a deep breath. another up and down. he played rock, you played rock. you scoffed and cracked your knuckles. one more time. he played paper, you played scissors.

"fuck!" he yelled loudly as you laughed manaically in the background.

during this meet up, you stayed at his apartment. and it just so happened you got to spend more time with him. slowly, you both started developing further feelings for eachother.

it showed itself in you two being cuddly, touchy with eachother. both of you tiptoeing round the topic of the weird dynamic. neither of you actually choosing to say anything or admit your feelings.

it really set in when he started unironically calling you "baby". it gave you butterflies and he felt his face heat up as the words left his mouth.

and when you had to leave, it was far more intense than you had expected.

"thank you for letting me stay here," you told him greatfully. he smiled softly at you, going in for a hug. you smiled and felt yourself melt into his arms.

you two pulled away briefly, looking into eachothers eyes. you dont know when it really happened, but the next moment, youre lips are on eachothers.

when you went back home, it was like you two know you were dating. but you never actually said it. it just felt right.

this is kinda like a prequel to this beautiful shit. i also know no one requested this (or at least i could find one when i went to check cause this was in my notes for way too long) -Nony

[csainzsgirly]

Your Carlos Sainz drabble was amazing 😍! Could you do one with Pierre Gasly? You are accompanying him to a photo shooting for Hawkers (the one where he wears the suit) and you think he has never looked so good. No wonder his grid number is 10. After he finishes the shooting, you just can't resist him. Your hands are all over him during the drive home, on the kitchen counter, in the shower... You've forgotten how many times he's made you cum. And when he talks to you in French, you are definitely done for 🤤

Disclaimer: this is google translate french, sorry 😔

"Pierre, Pierre, Pierre," you gasped, not sure if you were about to pass out or just see stars, or both, when his head disappeared between your thighs while you were sprawled out over the marble kitchen counter in his Milano apartment. Your legs fell open without a battle when his hands firmly spread you open for him, looking at the mess he made just seconds ago. He takes a second to admire your glistening pussy before his tongue licks up the slick that's dripping down your thigh, the stubble on his chin and cheeks roughing up your soft skin, but the burn hurt so good. Two of his fingers slipped inside you easily, already stretched out and overstimulated from the work of his cock.

You gathered all of your strength to lean up on your elbows, looking at the wild look in his eyes, his hair messed up from your fingers raking through them, the suit that belonged to his jacket was thrown on the floor behind him, the sunglasses you had been promoting together barely an hour ago lazily thrown on the counter next to his car keys. Your dress was bunched up around your waist, your panties ripped and stuffed into the back pocket of his slacks. God, this was filthy, it was filthy, needy sex that was overstimulating you, making you cock drunk and feel hazed like any time you had this man to yourself. The primal urge and desire Pierre fucked you with was so addictive, and even when you were sure you couldn't go for one more, he managed to squeeze three more out of you.

"Cette chatte a tellement bon goût," he groaned, licking your clit into his mouth and sucking it between his lips, his fingers soon working in tandem with his mouth. You felt your body tensing up already, not able to slow down the untying knot in your lower abdomen when his fingers worked their magic by brushing over your g-spot, stimulating the spot inside you that made you let out borderline pornographic moans, satisfying his ears and complimenting his ego. "J'adore quand tu jouis pour moi," Pierre's voice rasped, teeth nipping at your hipbone when his thumb replaced his tongue on your clit, rubbing in firm circles while the pace of his fingers didn't falter. Your ears were ringing when you soaked his fingers, crying out when his lips wrapped around your clit again as you came.

"Tellement bon pour moi," he whispered, feeling his cock being painfully hard again. You watched through hooded eyes as he jerked himself once or twice, smears of your lipstick visible at the base of his cock, revealing the secret that your lips were around his cock in the car while he was driving you back to his apartment. Pierre lifted you off the counter and onto his cock with no warning, the feeling of being filled to the brim causing your toes to curl and your nails to claw into his shoulders. You almost made it into the shower without stopping anyway, but there was no way he could skip the mirror above the skin, in which you looked so pretty as he bend you over the counter, your tits bouncing with each rut of his hips.

The hot steam of the shower made your mind even more fuzzy, as if you had just finished a whole bottle of champagne. His stamina was truly crazy, and you could barely remember whether he had fucked you in the hallway first or if you had gone straight down the kitchen when you came back after the photoshoot. Your palms planted against the glass wall, desperately trying to find something to hold onto while his hands were wrapped around your hips, dragging you back onto his cock while he thrusted into in a firm pace. "Fuck, f-fuck, Pierre," you whined, barely able to keep standing up as another orgasm was wiring up inside you, making you feel hot all over. "Tu en as encore un pour moi, bébé, je le sais," he growled, listening to the slick sounds of your bodies colliding with each thrust.

You were glad his arm curled around your waist when you tipped over the edge, dots clouding your vision and your feet nearly slipped over the tiles. The aftershocks were the most delicious you ever felt as his cock was pulsing between your walls, his lips kissed your neck, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. "The fotoshoots with you always get me so fucking horny," he breathed, making you let out a laugh. "You say?" you smiled weakily, sure you would struggle to walk tomorrow.

[igotanidea]

The love of rain : Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Request submitted as a part of my 1k celebration: Rain and Nikolai (thank you anon!)

Warning: some spice, but nothing explicit, apart from that just fluff

***

The weather in Ravka was whimsical, to say the least.

One day there was sun and clear sky and the other the habitants had to deal with fog or storm or rain. And most of them did not like when it was wet and dark outside, cause it was clear sign that they would be stuck at the little palace for longer than anyone would wish for. It was particularly painful for squallers and tidemakers, the rest were complaining but found their way to deal with it. Of course, it was possible to just use the Grisha power and dissipate the clouds, but nature was nature and there were still rules to stick by, one of them saying that Etherealki were not supposed to mess with it more than necessary.

However, there is always an exception to the rule, or at least they say so.

“Ugh!” Zoya grunted upon noticing the first drops on the ground “I can’t believe it! Why can’t we just make those clouds go away? I can do this.”

“Zoya” Nadia put a hand on her shoulder “you know we are not supposed to do that. King’s orders.”

“Well, someone should knock some sense into Nikolai’s head” the brunette scoffed, raising her hands, ready to call upon the wind “I need training. I want to train and I am not going to stop just because….”

“Surely you are not going to disobey, right?” Adrik came out of nowhere and chimed in “you are a soldier, you have to be obedient.” He reminded her and it made her sigh deeply in frustration.

“I hate it.”

“Yes, we heard you loud and clear, now come on, we have to find shelter before we get drenched.”

And just like that, all the Grisha assembled on the palace ground started running from the droplets, which slowly intensified and after a couple of minutes, the drizzle turned into full-on torrent.

“Aren’t you happy we are inside now?”  Nadia smiled at Zoya, but the latter was even more annoyed than before.

“NO!” she said firmly with a pout on her face

“Someone’s in the mood, today” a male’s voice came from the other entrance to the room and everyone turned to face king Nikolai himself.

“My king” Genya was the first one to raise from her seat and approach him

“I still can’t get used to that title” Nik smiled brightly “but you gotta admit it suits me well, doesn’t it?”

“Well…..” Genya started, but Zoya interrupted her

“Let’s just hope it doesn’t get too much to your head, you majesty.” She smirked

“If it ever does, I give you permission to knock some sense into me.” Nikolai chuckled at the girl’s surprised expression “yes, yes, I heard you use that particular expression. Just be sure to avoid the face, will you? Your punches are quite strong and I can’t risk getting injured in the most visible part of me. Now, is everyone back from the field?”

‘Squallers are at full strength” Adrik assured

“How about tidemakers, Annika?”

“As well, moi tsar.” the girl bowed gently and earned a smile from Nikolai.

“And what about Inferni?” he hesitated a bit

“I think we all know the answer to that question. Y/N is missing, obviously.”

“Guess that’s the aftermath of the time she spend on the ship with you in the role of Sturmhond”

“Good thing I know exactly where to look for her.” Nikolai started walking towards the exit ready to go outside straight into the downpour

“My king!” Genya yelled after him “you should not….”

“Oh, dear Genya, after all this time, you should not use the “you should” with me. Don’t you know I’m gonna do what I want either way. I’m the king after all” he winked at the girl without having any care in the world.

*** “You know, for an Inferni, you are strangely fascinated with water.” Y/N, who was sitting under the canopy near the waterfall, listening to the sound of rain turned around at the voice, a bit alarmed, ready to throw a fireball straight into Nikolai’s face. “Hey! Easy with that!” he raised hands in defense.

“Do not sneak on me!” she spat and then started laughing at the man, her eyes glistening with joy “you are drenched, moi tsar.“

“As if you weren’t.”

“I don’t really care. Besides, I got the heat, I can get myself dry, easily, unlike you.” Y/N smiled at him and reached a hand towards him “come on, we can both fit in here. Can’t risk you getting sick.”

“Oh, you are worried about me” he grinned sitting close to her, sneaking an arm around her waist and puling the girl in “That is just so sweet, my love”

“Mhm, sure. I’m worried about all your people and royal advisors coming after me with pitchforks because I gave the king the flu.”

“Pichfork?” he raised an eyebrow, but could not help a little laugh. “Why pitchfork?”

“I don’t know” she leaned into him. It was kinda funny, how she was the Infeni and yet, he was the one who was giving her warmth. The kind that does not come from the fire, but from the inside and from all the feelings she get because of him “isn’t that what used to be use to deal with witches? And I am a witch after all.”

“Sure you are. You definitely bewitched me.” Nikolai kissed her temple and she closed her eyes enjoying this. Maybe too much. “Besides, as the king, I choose to be here.”

“It’s just so quiet and peaceful, you know” she snuggled closer to him “unlike in the palace or in training. There just always so many people, so many noises. And rain, rain just make it all go away.”

“Like I said, you are one strange Inferni.”

“Maybe.” She sighed “you know people hear “’Inferni” and automatically assume those are the one who beams with energy all the time, have power and strength, and are always ready to jump into action. But hey, guess what, we are people too, we are tired and stressed and worried and need a break from time to time.”

“Hard week?” he asked rubbing on her arm lovingly and reassuringly.

“Like usual. It’s not like I can compare with all your duties. You’ve been busy too.”

“Is that why you’ve been hiding here?” he moved away slightly just to search for an answer in her eyes. “Don’t. turn away from me” his hand found a way to her cheek making her face him “Y/n, darling, tell me.”

 “I… that may have been the reason” she muttered “I just knew you would come to find me.” She looked down for a moment but then raised gaze and focused it on his face “Nik, I’m sorry, I just missed you and ….”

She did not get to finish as he leaned forward and planted his lips on hers in the most gentle, slow and emotional kiss that any girl could imagine and wish for. If she wasn’t sitting, her knees would probably gave up on her and she would fall to the ground. Saints, how she missed this. It’s been a week since they had a single silent moment together and it was all reflected in such simple, yet meaningful gesture. His grip on her waist tightened and he pulled her onto his lap, wanting her closer to him, enjoying how she let him hold her, touch her and kiss her. Just being with her was enough.

“I missed you too, my love. And I’m the one who should be sorry for not giving you enough attention.” Nikolai whispered nuzzling her nose with his making her chuckle since she was ticklish.

 “Don’t be silly, Nik. I am no one, just one rowdy Grisha.”

“You.” he pecked her lips again “are everything. My love. My bride. And the queen to be.”

“Ugh….”

“Still don’t like that?”

“I don’t think I’m the queen material.” She squirmed in his lap and it made him a bit too excited “I hate all that panoply and sumptuousness.”

“Do you even know me?” he groaned when she moved more “I’m the least pompous of my family. Do you remember our time on the Volkvolny? Definitely not a prince-like behavior back then.”

“Oh I remember some of that” she smirked locking hands on his neck and whispering in his ear “I also remember bringing the heat without using Inferni skills.”

“Uh… Um… yeah. You see, being a queen comes with one more benefit. “

“And what is that?” she feigned curiosity, even if the evidence was more than palpable

“You get to be the only person the king will kneel for….” He mumbled, kissing her cheek “Love.”

“Really?”

“Sure. I’ll leave with you with that thought.” With one single motion he moved her away and sat back next to him “maybe you won’t be hiding in the middle of the forest in the future.”

“I will. I definitely won’t stop on your account, love.” Y/N rolled her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder. There would be time to tease him and get revenge later on. Judging by the circumstances it would be painfully easy to make him fulfill that promise. But not now. “Nik?” she whispered, calming down

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can we just stay here for a while? I need some peace…. And I want you with me. Just like this.”

“If you think you can get rid of me now you’re crazy. I’m not going anywhere far from….”

“From what?”

“From the person I love.” He answered and just to accent and emphasize those words raised her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles gently.

At this moment she really wished she was a tidemaker or a squaller. She would definitely disobey all the rules of not messing with nature and will make it rain till the end of the world if it meant just being with him away from the world.

[sugarzandsweetz]

Lost Love (Nuada x OC)

Long before the battle of the golden army, Nuada loved a human. But they were taken away from him, causing his hatred for humanity to grow stronger

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Many Many Years Ago

A smile rests upon the woman's face as she hums to herself. Feeling the soft breeze of spring press against her face has never felt so calming. In her hands, she busies herself with making a crown out of the flowers that surround her.

Her nimble fingers work expertly in crafting the crown. Looping the stems and locking them together to hold the flowers close. Thorns prick at her fingers but she doesn't mind. Some of the most beautiful things can be made through pain.

Soon, her humming becomes singing.

"A man came across this old tower one day,

It was straight like from a book he once read,

He lifted his head up and saw this young lady and here is what the lady said,"

Lifting her head up, the woman picks up her voice and sings louder.

"Moi Je M'appelle Mademoiselle Noir, et comme vous pouvez le voir, je ne souris, ni ris, ni vis.

Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit, di di di,"

As she works and sings, she hears the crunch of approaching footsteps. They are soft, almost unable to be distinguished. But she can hear them.

The smile grows wider on the woman's face; she doesn't turn around. Because she knew who it was. She ceases her singing and waits quietly as she continues her threading.

The footsteps grow louder and louder until they stop right behind her.

"What are you doing, Isabella?" asked the soft voice of her lover.

"Waiting for you, your highness." Isabella said. "I busied myself with making a flower crown."

A soft chuckle escapes her lover's mouth as they sit themself down beside Isabella. He rests his hand on Isabella's shoulder, giving it a rub.

"It looks beautiful, just like you."

Isabella's face becomes flushed at his compliment. She turns away from her work to look at her lover.

A handsome elf sits beside her. Long platinum blond hair with black tips, porcelain white skin, black lips, and beautiful golden eyes. He is dressed in elegant robes with armor clasped over them. On his hips rested two swords strapped to his waist.

A true beauty for elven people but terrifying for humans. To Isabella, he is beautiful.

"You flatter me, good sir." she said with a giggle.

"Enough pleasantries, Belle. You don't need to be so formal with me, I've told you again and again." he said amused.

"I know, Nuada. I just feel like I must be formal as you are royalty and I am a mere human commoner." Isabella said with a sad frown.

Nuada doesn't allow her to be sad as he kisses Isabella's forehead. His lips are cool against her warm skin. The touch of his lips send butterflies to flutter in the woman's stomach. Any touch from Nuada makes her so giddy.

"I love you for who you are, Isabella. Whether royalty or commoner, I love you." Nuada assured her. Then he pulls Isabella into a deep, tender kiss.

The coupling of the elven prince and human is a well-kept secret. Only Nuada's twin sister, who holds a soul bond with her brother, knows about Isabella. In fact, Nuala is fond of Isabella and is happy for her brother.

When Nuada and Isabella first met, it was by accident.

It was the start of the war between the elves and humans. The border between the two realms were watched closely so that no one crossed. The lands were becoming thick with blood and bodies.

Isabella lives in a small cottage close to the border. She made a living of selling food and jewelry in the village markets. Unlike most humans, Isabella wasn't afraid of the fae people. In fact, she often helps pixies, trolls, and many other of the fae people.

About a year ago, Isabella took a stroll through the thick forest that was east of her home. She collected berries from bushes and material to use for her jewelry. Isabella kept to herself and made sure not to bother any creatures.

That is when she met Nuada.

Nuada is the general of the Bethmooran army and often does patrols along the border. If he ever comes across a human, he either kills them or makes sure they never come back. When he found Isabella collecting berries by a nearby pond, Nuada was transfixed by her beauty.

Isabella has long blonde hair that must be braided to keep it from touching the ground. Her eyes are bluer than the finest sapphires, skin as white as alabaster, and a smile that can dazzle the coldest of hearts.

Soon after Nuada spotted her, Isabella looks up from her pickings and spots Nuada. At first, she is surprised but soon smiles in greeting. It catches Nuada off guard as he is used to being feared by humans. And her smile almost made Nuada's heart stop beating.

Quickly, Nuada ignores his unfamiliar feelings and demands to know why Isabella is in elven territory. He expects her to grovel, to beg to spare her life. Instead, Isabella apologizes and explains that she is scavenging for food. She offers some berries as a peace offering but Nuada declines.

Nuada tells her to leave or she would face serious consequences.

Isabella doesn't complain and does as Nuada orders. Not before handing him a lily as a parting gift and an apology for intruding. Then she leaves.

After that day, it began a series of encounters between the two. Isabella would greet him, offer him food, and head off. She became an enigma to Nuada, intriguing him to pursue Isabella. Over time, the two became an odd pair of friends.

After a month, Nuada began to show affection for Isabella. He would shower Isabella in gifts such as jewels, the finest clothes, and trinkets he made. Isabella would only accept his trinkets as they were made by himself.

Isabella was surprised when Nuada asked permission to court her. She believed that he deserved better than her. The prince was next in line for the Bethmooran throne. A member of a royal family is better suited for Nuada.

Nuada refused to allow Isabella to believe this. He showers her in love and affection until Isabella didn't have to worry. It leads to the moment that they are in now. True love between star crossed lovers.

"How many times must I continue to assure you that I love you?" Nuada asked once they break away from their kiss.

"I'm sorry for being so insecure, Nuada. It's still hard to believe you possess such feelings for me." Isabella apologized.

Nuada pulls Isabella into a hug, pressing her head against his chest. Resting his chin on the top of her head, Nuada closes his eyes as he focuses on the woman in his arms. "I will love you to the end of time." he whispered softly.

His words warmed Isabella's heart as she listens to Nuada's heartbeat. It feels as if both their hearts were beating as one.

"I'll keep you to that." Isabella said with a soft laugh.

The two stay there in each other's arms, savoring this pleasant moment.

With the war between humans and elves growing hotter, it's been difficult for Nuada to have moments with Isabella. Commanding armies and working through strategy meetings took up most of his time. Only when it's night time or when Nuala fills in for him is when Nuada can escape. This morning is the first time in awhile since they've seen each other.

"Nuada," Isabella began suddenly.

"Yes, my love?" Nuada asked.

"I know this is a tough subject, but I want to know. Is there ever a possibility you'll end this war and make a truce?" Isabella asked hopefully. "I know your feelings for humans are conflicted but if you can love me, maybe you can put aside your hatred to bring a better world?"

Nuada tenses up. Isabella didn't have to look at his face to know what he is feeling.

"Unlike you, the rest of humanity has a hole in their heart that is full of greed. It can't be filled. The choices they make are killing my people." Nuada responded. "If we don't stop the humans from taking more of the elven land, killing my people; they will keep doing so."

"What if you find a peaceful solution to this? Make a truce with the humans? No one wants this bloodshed. If you can make a truce that both sides agree to, all of this can end." Isabella said.

Isabella understood that Nuada's hatred for humans runs deep in his bones. Her kind has killed and taken so much from him. It's shocking that he fell for Isabella.

"The humans will never uphold any truce."

"There are those who will. You just have to look."

Nuada glances down at his love and gives Isabella a warm smile. "I didn't have to look for you." he said.

The two smile and share another loving kiss. The kiss spreads warmth through their bodies.

"Will you consider it, at least? I don't want to live in a world where I might die the next day." Isabella said, fearfully. She takes Nuada's calloused hands and hold them tightly. "I wish to live in a world with you by my side." she said.

"Then be by my side." Nuada said suddenly.

"What?" Isabella asked, caught off guard.

"I want you to be by my side, forever and always." Nuada said, taking something out of his pocket and presenting it to Isabella.

A gasp escapes Isabella's lips when she discovers the item to be a ring. The band is made of pure silver. A sapphire diamond rests upon silver flower petals that curl around the diamond like a sleeping flower.

A truly beautiful sight that Isabella has never seen before.

"Isabella Rosemary, will you marry me?" Nuada asked with a hopeful smile on his face.

Isabella stares at him in shock but soon breaks out into a big smile. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Isabella repeated happily. Nuada smiles as he slips the ring upon Isabella's ring finger.

"With this ring, I promise to make you the happiest woman. I will love you to the end of time." Nuada promised. He kisses the ring as a sign of promise. "And I promise to bring peace to humans and the fae people." he added.

Happy tears are streaming down Isabella's face, making her eyes shine bright. "I love you." Isabella whispered.

"I love you too." Nuada whispered back.

Their sweet and tender moment ends abruptly when Isabella lets out a gasp. A look of shock is on her face as blood slips through her lips.

"Isabella . . .?" Nuada asked in worry.

Isabella's chest blooms red. The thick stench of blood fills the air.

Isabella falls forward; Nuada catches her. He looks over her shoulder and finds an arrow embedded in her back. It wasn't an elven arrow, that he recognized. It was an arrow designed by humans.

"No. No. No. No." Nuada repeated.

Nuada cradles Isabella in his arms. Fear is filling his entire body as he tries to keep Isabella awake. "Stay awake, Isabella. Please stay awake." Nuada begged, tears streaming down his face.

Blood trickles down Isabella's mouth as she chokes on her blood. Tears stream down her face as she mirrors the same fear that is on Nuada's face. Death is imminent.

"M-My love . . . " Isabella gurgled.

Slowly, she reaches up and places a bloody hand upon Nuada's cheek. Her skin is already growing cold.

"I will . . . love you forever . . . and always." Isabella whispered as she chokes on her blood.

"Isabella, just hang on a little longer. I'll get you help." Nuada promised.

"It's too late." Isabella said.

Isabella gives Nuada a bloody smile. "I'll wait for you, Nuada. Whether it is a day or the end of time, I will see you again." Isabella said, closing her eyes. Then she dies in the elf's arms.

Humans didn't turn to stone like Nuada's people. Isabella became limp in his arms and lays there as if she is sleeping. It's harder for Nuada as he hopes to see her wake up.

Tears stream down Nuada's face as it feels as if his heart shatters into millions of pieces. A bellowing cry tears out of his lips as Nuada holds Isabella to his chest. He buries his face into her hair, begging Isabella to wake up.

"This isn't supposed to happen." Nuada cried. "I was going to make you my wife. I was going to make you immortal so we can be together forever." he cried. He clutches the body of his fiancé and refuses to let go.

"Damn it. I missed him."

"Just shoot him again!"

Nuada ceases his crying when he hears new voices. His pain grows cold as it hardens into anger. He wipes the tears from his face as rage consumes him.

Carefully, Nuada lays Isabella down.

She is rested on top of the flowers. Her eyes are closed and looks as if she is sleeping. Isabella looks so beautiful resting on the flowers. If only she was napping.

Slowly, Nuada stands up. In his hand, he is holding the flower crown that Isabella made. It's stained in blood and is crushed but still intact. He refuses to let go of it.

The elf prince turns around and finds a group of human men. They aren't ordinary hunters. These men are soldiers. They were probably patrolling the border when they saw Nuada.

One of them was armed with a bow and arrow. That is the man who killed Nuada's love.

"You killed her." Nuada snarled.

"I was aiming for you, not her. A mere casualty in war." replied the human with a shrug.

His words enraged Nuada greatly. This man killed one of his own and doesn't even care.

"This proves that humans are horrible beings. You killed the only human that I truly cared for." Nuada snarled. "You don't deserve to live. You don't even deserve a merciless death."

The soldiers prepare their weapons. Swords are drawn and bows are notched back. The men believe they have the advantage as they are in a group.

Nuada draws out his swords and stands ready.

Wordlessly, Nuada lunges forward and attacks them. His blades slice through them all. Their throats were sliced open, giving them a slow, painful death. Blood gushes out in a spray as the humans collapse to the ground. The fear of dying is in their eyes. Surely, they regret killing Isabella now.

Usually, Nuada grants humans one mercy: a swift death. But he left these men to die by drowning in their blood. It's what they deserve.

Once they die from their injuries, Nuada turns back toward Isabella's prone form. His anger turns to despair.

"You were too pure for this world, Isabella. They didn't deserve you." Nuada whispered as he falls to his knees and hovers over Isabella. He places the bloody flower crown on her head. Resting his hands on her cheeks, Nuada leans in and gives Isabella a kiss on the lips.

"I will love you forever and always."

[bbygirlky18]

hey i have a request you write a jey x reader but in the beginning roman is the one who brings (yn) into the bloodline to make her his but instead she catches feelings for jey and blows roman off and whenever jey betrayed roman (yn) goes with him leaving roman even more angrier at the idea jey took his girl... anyways (yn) and jey end up having expressing themselves the night she runs after him when he left the arena for a final time and she encourages him to come back.

Betraying the Betrayer! Jey Uso

Jey Uso x y/n

Warnings: Violence, Swearing!!

Word Count: 1578

A/N: Hi everyone!! This is the longest request I have ever written that contained over 1,500 words. This was sent in by anoymous so I hope y'all enjoy.

Y/n is your name

Being in the Bloodline is anyone’s dream except for y/n who goes by y/r/n in the ring. Roman had originally brought y/n in the Bloodline to be his girl but she fell head over heels for Jey Uso and Roman isn’t having it. Let’s see what happens.

The Bloodline is the most dominant faction on SmackDown but the guy who runs it is none other than the Head of the Table Roman Reigns. While he might be the most powerful male wrestler on SmackDown there’s someone who is more powerful than he is her name is y/n. She’s the current reigning SmackDown Women’s Champion and the current reigning SmackDown and Raw Women’s Tag Team Champion with Piper Niven. She even has her own faction called RKC which stands for Raging Knockout Champions. She runs it through Raw and SmackDown. On Raw, she has the Judgement Day in her faction, along with the current Raw and SmackDown Tag Team Champions Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens, and the World Heavyweight Champion Seth “Freakin” Rollins along with his with wife “The Man” Becky Lynch. 

Y/n sits in her locker room on her phone when she hears a knock on the door. “Come in,” she said looking up from her phone. Roman Reigns, Paul Heyman, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, and Solo Sikoa walk in. 

Y/n keeps a straight face. “What do you want Roman?” Paul started speaking “Well the Tribal Chie-” Y/n stops him and says “I wasn’t asking you, Wiseman. I was asking Roman. If Roman can’t answer then you guys should leave, I have a match soon so if you want to talk make it quick.” Roman started talking “I talked to Adam about you joining the Bloodline. The Bloodline is full of champions.” Y/n looked at the group, her eyes on Jey’s for a moment until she said “Roman not to be rude but you can’t say the Bloodline is full of champions if you’re the only champion. Also not to sound like a bitch or anything but what makes you think I want to join you. Adam hasn’t talked to me about it yet. As for your answer if I’m joining I’m gonna say that I’ll think about it now get out of here I have my match in 5 minutes.” 

The Bloodline left and y/n went to Gorilla to face Natalya in her hometown of Quebec for her championship. Natalya’s music hit first and she did her thing. Y/n’s music hit next and she did her entrance and got in the ring. 

Samantha Irvin, y/n’s bestie, and the ring announcer started talking “Ladies & gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. This match is for the SmackDown Women’s Championship. Introducing first the challenger weighing in at 135lbs, from Calgary, Alberto, Canada, Natalya. Her opponent and your SmackDown Women’s Champion weighing in at 171lbs from Quebec, Canada y/r/n.” Y/n did her thing and took off her belt and the match was underway. 

A little while later while the match was still happening Tamina came out, got in the ring, and started hitting y/n causing Natalya to get disqualified. Samantha spoke “Here’s your winner as a result of a disqualification and still your SmackDown Women’s Champion. Y/R/N!!!” Y/n grabbed a microphone and said “Bonjour à tous. Je suis tellement heureuse d'avoir gagné ce soir et je suis heureuse d'être toujours votre championne féminine de SmackDown. Je n'ai pas gagné juste pour moi. J'ai gagné pour nous tous. Je vous aime tous. Bonne nuit Québec. (Hello everyone. I'm so happy that I won tonight and I'm happy that I'm still your SmackDown Women's Champion. I didn't win just for me. I won for all of us. I love you all. Goodnight Quebec.)”

Once the match was over y/n went back to Gorilla only to be met with Adam and the Bloodline. Adam said “Y/n congrats on your win. You’re the longest reigning SmackDown Women’s Champion just reaching 440 days. Anyway, I want you to be in the Bloodline storyline and I want you and Roman to have a romantic relationship.” 

Y/n, spit out the water that she was drinking and said “What! You want me to date him. Are you sure that’s a good idea because my personality and his personality probably won’t get along?” Adam said “Yes. You’ll be fine. Also, I need you two to talk about some strategies for your upcoming match together.” Y/n didn’t even bother arguing with Adam about it so she bit her tongue and nodded.

A few months pass by and y/n is enjoying herself with Jey cause he’s so funny. Y/n caught feelings for Jey when the Bloodline entered her locker room. Y/n and Jey have been spending a lot of time together causing her to blow off Roman and Roman doesn’t like it. 

It’s SmackDown and Jey has to make his decision on whether or not he’s in the Bloodline or out of the Bloodline. Y/n sat backstage shaking her leg when Jey came over and sat next to her. “Are you alright?” Jey asked with concern growing in his voice. Y/n looked at him and gave a small smile then sighed “I’m worried about you. A lot of things can happen tonight and I just want to make sure you’re safe.” 

He smiled a little bit and said “Aww is the SmackDown Women’s Champion worried about me? That’s cute.” Y/n lightly punched Jey on his shoulder and responded “Yes I’m deeply worried about you. We know how Roman gets he might find a way to get rid of you and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I watched you get hurt.” 

He hugged y/n and said “Don’t worry. You’re not getting rid of “Main Event” Jey Uso that easily.” She laughed and said “Well I have to get going Roman is waiting for me. This stays between me and you but I want to join you and Jimmy. I can’t stand Roman.” Jey said “I won’t tell a soul. Now go out there and kick his ass.” 

Y/n walked out with Roman and then Jey came out. While the dispute was happening Jimmy came out and Jey looked at Jimmy and said “You out and I’m out too.” Jey kicked Roman and y/n walked over to the rope and held it open for the twins until Roman started screaming. 

Y/n took her belts off and she hit Roman with the Dirty F5. Once Roman was down she left with the twins and she hugged Jey. 

A few more months later Jey was going against Roman for his championship and when Roman saw y/n with Jey he was furious. Roman got out of the ring and attacked y/n with a chair until Jey speared him through the barricade. Then the unthinkable happened when Jey went for the pin a mysterious man in a hoodie pulled him out. 

The mysterious man happened to be his twin brother Jimmy who turned on Jey. Jey couldn’t believe it. Jimmy threw him back in after kicking him in the face and Jey lost the match. 

Y/n walked backstage with Jey after he lost and she grabbed his hand and said “I need to talk to you but it can wait until next week. Are you ok?” Jey looked at her with worry and pain in his eyes and says “I’m fine. Are you ok? Roman beat you with the chair.” She smiled and said “I’m fine. Let's get out of here.” Jey and y/n walked out.

SmackDown is here and y/n needs to talk to Jey. Y/n sees Jey walking past her room and says “Jey I need to talk to you like right now but let's wait until tonight.” Jey being concerned about her, he just nods. Jimmy came out to explain why he did what he did but he waited for Jey to come out. 

Jey’s music hits and he walks out with y/n. Once everyone had to say what they had to Jey was silent and Roman started with his bullshit. 

Jey kicked Roman in his face and then he told Jimmy to come here and he kicked Jimmy in his face.  Jey looked at the camera and said “I’m out of the Bloodline, I’m out of SmackDown, I’m out of WWE.” Y/n hearing those words her heart shattered. Jey started leaving so she followed “Jey wait. Let’s talk about this.” Once Jey was backstage at the gorilla she said “JOSHUA SAMUEL FATU stop.” He turned around and she said “I have feelings for you that’s what I wanted to talk to you about but if you leave I can’t do that. Don’t g-” Before y/n could finish her sentence Jey kissed her and said, “I feel the same way.” She said “Then don’t leave. Stay for me. You can join my faction RKC I need a partner in crime cause the guys don’t like to listen. Fuck Jimmy, Fuck Roman, Fuck Solo. Stay here for me please.” Jey thought about it and said “Fine. I’ll stay for you since we’re dating now.” 

Jey stayed and continued to wrestle alongside his girlfriend and even get a few championships. Look what love does. It’s a powerful thing.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys. <33333

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not her choice, part 2 | n.r.

part 2, part 1 here

summary: y/n and natasha will do anything for love, whether they realize it or not

warnings: nsfw themes, angst, brainwashing, violence, kidnapping, y/n and nat making dramatic calls, injury, basically "fuck" in different contexts

word count: 7,354

(sorry this is long I didn't want to split it up into more parts, not proofread as always)

(ALSO SIDE NOTE LOOK AT HER HANDS MY LESBIANISM IS FUCKING SCREAMING)

"You're pulling your punches." The man in stars, you now know as steve rogers, says as he stands across from you, nose bloody and shield in hand. You raise an eyebrow being your mask, as if asking him "You want me to stop?" After a pause, he nods his head and gets back into a fighting stance. "Please, continue."

Ever since that little..ahem..incident with Natasha, she's been telling you to not hurt her teammates, even though most of them have superpowers you might add, so you've been pulling your punches in fights ever since. You still beat their asses it was just..a lighter beating. You were treading in dangerous waters here, knowing that if Hydra suspects you even in the slightest bit they'll bring you back to the lab and wipe your mind again.

You dodge a swing from Steves shield and quickly knock him off balance, playing more defense than offense at this point. The Avenger quickly regains his traction and charges at you, tackling you to the ground so that the wind gets knocked out of you. You, as best as you can, try to dodge his punches on the ground, genuinely surprised when the asphalt underneath you sinks in with his punch. When his fist sinks into the ground once more, you grab his torso and use your legs to shove him off of you, landing a punch in that all-American boy face of his once you get on top of him. Instead of beating the man bloody like you would usually do, you shove yourself up and move away from him, trying to spot Natasha in all the chaos.

Your search stops when you hear Natasha's voice from behind you, her words being accompanied with a punch. "Hey." The punch isn't enough to hurt you but its enough to grab your attention as you turn around and grab her arm. Your grip is firm but not uncomfortable, letting Nat know that they hadn't brainwashed you yet. "Hey." You reply back, throwing a punch that she easily blocked. "You still with me?" She asks as her hand grabbing your wrist twists it back. "I let the guy with the metal arm beat me up twice, what do you think?" You say as you hit her stomach to make her stumble back.

The hits are hard but not fatal as Natasha moves to kick you in the stomach, you easily grabbing her leg and pulling her down to the ground. You land on top of her and you grin, "You've gotten soft, Romanoff." You tease in a breathy laugh as you see her quirk an eyebrow up. "Don't pretend like I can't kick your ass with my eyes closed, y/l/n." She says as she quickly shifts her weight and pins you down, an amused look on her face. "How come you always end up on your back when I'm with you?" She asks and you roll your eyes, scoffing but also realizing how true she is. Before you can reply there's comm's static in your ears, a Hydra officer barking the command to move out.

"I've got to go." You say as Nat gets off of you, hopping back up and making sure you've got your gun in it's holster. "Where will you be tonight?" Natasha asks as you fix yourself, her statement causing you to shoot her a teasing look under your mask. "You'll find me Romanoff." And with that, you turn and leave, not needing to look back to see the amused look on the red-heads face.

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"Couldn't find any more shitty hotels?" Natasha asks as she sees you standing behind a run-down gas station, chewing on some gum that you bought with the change you found on the sidewalk. "They were all booked." You shrugged, lips turning up a bit at the sight of your favorite person. "Mm, come here." Natasha hums as she reaches you, gently pulling you in by your chin to kiss you.

These secret meetings have been happening for a while now, being both beneficial to the two of you and the Avengers.

You immediately told Natasha about Hydra's plan about building the next atomic weapon soon after her head came up from between your thighs, the redhead listening intently as you spill all of Hydra's intel. That's when she told you about them, the Avengers, and how they protect the world from Hydra and otherworldly threats. She said she might introduce you to them sometime, saying that the people there don't see others for their worst mistakes.

At that point in time though, you didn't care what side you were on, as long as Natasha was there you would fight alongside her. That's how it was like for your entire life, not caring about the sides of good or evil, only ever caring about Natasha and keeping her safe.

You wince at her action and she pulls back immediately, a concerned look on her face as she looks for the cause of your pain. It's then when she sees the blossoming bruise on your jaw, right where her fingertips grazed when she pulled you in. "Who did this?" She asked and you shrug, reaching up to touch the purple and red spot. "The guy with the metal arm, it really packs a punch." You reply as you see the worry lines deepen between her brows, causing you to cup her neck and pull her in for a soft kiss. "I'm alright Nat." You whisper, kissing her a few more times before leaning back. "I've gone through worse." You say and she frowns, intertwining her free hand with yours as cars pass by. "Haven't we all." Nat sighs and you nod, running your thumb along the back of her hand.

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"Fuck! Tasha!"

You grip the back of the headboard as Natasha brings you to another orgasm, knuckle deep inside of you as she kisses your chest lustfully. "That's it, good girl." The redhead hums as your chest rises and falls, you trying to catch your breath as Natasha's fingers start to gradually slow down. Cum coats your inner thighs and sweat sheens your skin in regards to the many times Natasha has made you cum in the past few hours, finally deciding that you've had enough when she fully pulls her fingers out.

"God you have a lot of stamana." You laugh as your breathing finally calms down, moving your hand to pull her into a deep kiss. "I still have a lot more in me, y'know." Natasha hums as she moves to kiss your jaw, trailing it down your neck as she peppers kisses along the flushed skin. "I know just- just give me a minute." You breaths out as you let your eyes fluttered closed, liking the feeling of Natasha laying between your legs as she praises your skin.

It's not long after when your arousal starts to build again, deciding to take the initiative by gently bringing Nat's lips up to yours. "Natalia." You say breathily, your free hand intertwining with Natasha's hair. "Zachem tebe moy golub'?" She asks, heat pooling in her stomach as she feels you tug at her roots. "Ya tak khochu tebya trakhnut', Tasha." Your tone is filled with lust as you kiss Nat deeper, teeth tugging at lips and tongues meeting one another. "Mm bud' moim gostem." She hums and you grin, flipping Natasha over so she's on her back. You look at her for a second and smile, causing her to give you a curious look. "What are you looking at?" She asks with a small smile and you shrug, "You." You hum before kissing her, your teeth tugging at her bottom lip as your hands move down south.

"My god you're cheesy."

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"Nat, wait up." Steve catches up with Natasha as she's walking down the compound hallway, the assassin slowing down her stride as the super-soldier gets in step with her. That little action is enough to tell Steve to continue, taking a moment to contemplate his words before speaking. "So..y/n." He starts off slow to see Natashas reaction, deciding that it was okay when the redhead kept a straight face.

"What about her?" She asks and Steve purses his lips together, thinking for a moment before grabbing Nat by the arm and pulling her into a storage closet. "What the hell, Rogers?" Nat asks as Steve closes the door behind them, his voice going down to a whisper as he speaks.

"I know you've been seeing her, Tasha." He starts off and Nat only furrows her brows, looking up annoyedly at the man. "I don't know what you're talking about." She says and he raises his eyebrow. "You're not being discrete Nat. I've seen you fight before and what you do with her is not it. You've knocked down people twice your size before but let her fight you like it's some sparring session." Steve says and Natasha opens her mouth to interject. "She's trained with me in the Red Room, of course she's going to be on my level-" "And that too. After every encounter we have with them you disappear for the evening, usually not arriving until 3 am with Hydra information given to you by your "inside source."" He finishes and Natasha sighs, knowing that she's been caught.

"Okay fine, you want to know the truth?" She asks in a low voice and he nods his head, waiting for Natasha to give her explanation. "I've been- fuck- I've been meeting with her after missions. She used to be brainwashed by Hydra but she broke out of it, hence the reason she's giving me information on Hydra's plans." She says and he stays quiet, the puzzle pieces clicking together as Natasha continues. "I've missed her, Steve, after all these years so I go to make sure she's okay and..other things." Her sentence trails off as she doesn't want to reveal her sex life to her best friend.

"Other things?" Cap raises his eyebrow and Tasha rolls her eyes. "We..comfort each other in not safe for work ways." She says and Steve looks confused for a moment before his mouth opens in a soft "oh- ohhh." "Just please don't tell the team, Steve. You out of all people should understand what it's like to have someone you..care about..taken by Hydra." Nat says and Steve's face softens, a gentle sigh escaping his lips before a grin breaks across it.

"Is this love, Agent Romanoff?" He asks and she shakes her head, stepping back to grab the door handle. "Love is for children, Rodgers, this is just.." She pauses, trying to find the correct word for the situation that she's in. "Comfort?" He offers and she nods her head, opening the door fully. "Comfort."

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You watch Natasha with curious eyes as she towel dries her hair, you only being dressed in underwear and a bra as you lay stomach-down on the bed. It had been a particularly hard fight that day, Hydra pushing to take bigger strides in their next big war machines. The Avengers, of course, came in and tried to stop them and they conveniently broke into the base that you were being held at.

You were there being punished for your recent behavior, Hydra officers treating you like an animal as they kicked and hit you. "It needs to be put back into it's place." They practically spat at you like you were some sort of monster, threatening you with knifes to your throat as they criticized every breath you took. The next time they send you into the lab, you know you're going to get brainwashed, waiting for the scale to tip as you sat there helplessly watching. You just found Natasha after years of suffering and you weren't too keen on forgetting her.

A soft hand against your back pulls you back into reality as you see where Natasha's soft gaze is looking at, her fingertips gently tracing the scars along your back. "What are you looking at?" You ask even though it's pretty obvious, Natasha's emerald eyes meeting yours. "Who did this to you?" She asks with furrowed brows and you shrug one shoulder. "You want me to give you a list?" You joke half-heartedly as she moves across the bed, gently straddling your back as you feel her fingertips map out your scars. The feeling makes you hum contently, your eyes fluttering closed as Natasha touches you like the most delicate thing in the world.

Nat has never been the soft type, choosing to show her love through reassuring shoulder pats and quiet comfort instead of gushy romantic acts. That's why it genuinely surprises you when you feel a soft kiss placed on your back, right where a stab wound was a few years ago. "I'm gonna kill every single one of them." She mumbles and you can't help the laugh that escapes your lips, your head turning to look over your shoulder. "I know." You hum, a feeling of déjà vu washing over you.

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"Kto sdelal eto s toboy?"

Who did this to you?

Natasha's voice is clipped as she holds your chin with her fingers, seeing you try and blink back the tears that threaten to fall. Your nose is bruised and bleeding, the skin under your eyes starting to turn purple and red.

"Anastasiya."

Your voice is barely above a whisper as rage burns in Natasha's eyes. Anastasiya is one of the older girls in the Red Room, almost four years older than you and a good five heads taller. You had beaten her when you were sparring but as soon as no one else was looking she got you cornered, making the other girls her age hold you down as she took out her rage on you.

"Ona bol'she nikogda ne prikosnetsya k tebe, kogda ya zakonchu s ney."

She will never touch you again when I'm done with her.

You know that tone on Natasha, knowing that Anastasiya is going to have more than one bend in her arm when Natasha gets done with her.

"Nat, ne nado. U tebya budut problemy, i ya spravlyus' sam."

Nat, don't. You're going to get in trouble and I can handle myself.

Natasha's face softens a bit as she looks at you, her other hand coming up to rub your shoulder.

"YA znayu, pauchok, no pozvol' mne napomnit' yey."

I know, little spider, but let me give her a reminder.

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"But-" You start and she nods her head. "But you can handle yourself, I know." Natasha says, moving up a bit to kiss your shoulder. “No, what I was going to say was that they all died shortly after.” You say and she laughs softly against your skin, mumbling a “good girl” as she goes to kiss your cheek. Her lips conveniently land on the scar she gave you all those years ago, the thin line going along your cheekbone.

"That, you did yourself." You say teasingly but you can see her face drop a bit, her lips peppering over the scarred skin. "I'm sorry." She whispers but you shake your head, turning under her so you can face her. "It's okay Nat, we were young and they forced us to train with knives. Shit happens." You say nonchalantly, hands playing with the hem of her tank top. It's then when you see the scars on Natasha's skin, bullet wounds and cuts littering her skin. She notices your gaze and moves her hand down to hold yours, seeing your brows furrow.

You glance up at Natasha and feel your chest tighten as you see her look down at your intertwined hands, her thumb gently brushing up and down the back of your hand. "Your hands have changed." Natasha states under her breath as she glances up at you briefly, seeing you raise an eyebrow in question. "What do you mean?" You ask and Natasha holds your intertwined hands up.

"See, there's more scars on your knuckles and there's a new cut right here." She says and you nod your head, not really noticing the changes until now. "The last time I saw you, they were so much different." She mumbles and you raise an eyebrow, a slightly amused look on your face. "Since when have you paid so much attention to my hands?" You ask and she shrugs, your heart rate speeding up as you watch Natasha's fingers play with your own.

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"YA skazal tebe, chto u tebya budut problemy."

I told you that you'd get in trouble.

You hum as you gently grab Natasha's bruised hands, taking a ripped piece of cloth to clean up her bleeding knuckles.

"Oni sobiralis' rasskazat' o nas instruktoram."

They were going to tell the instructors about us.

Natasha winces as you wrap up her hands, carefully making sure that it isn't too tight as you tend to her injury.

"My mogli by spravit'sya s etim, Nat."

We could have handled it, Nat.

You sigh and Natasha shakes her head, her free hand moving to rest on her knee.

"No oni by nas nakazali."

But they would have punished us.

You nod your head and bite your lip, looking up into those green eyes as you hold her hand gently in your own.

"YA mog by prinyat' eto za nas oboikh."

I could have taken it for the both of us.

Natahsa's eyebrows furrow as she hears your words, her bandaged hand coming up to cup your cheek as the other grabs your free hand.

"Net."

No.

She gently brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles lightly.

"Net, ya ne pozvolyu tebe sdelat' eto dlya menya."

No, I won't let you do that for me.

You slowly move your hand to cup her cheek, Natasha's hand moving to cover your own.

"YA by vzyal na sebya mir za tebya, Natal'ya."

I would take on the world for you, Natalia.

Your words are a whisper but to Natasha, it was like a shout from the rooftops. The redhead slowly moves and kisses your hand that was resting on her cheek, causing a blush to dust your cheeks as she softly smiles at you.

"I ya dlya vas."

And I for you.

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Gently guiding her hand to cup your cheek, the both of you smile, you leaning into the warm touch as Natasha relishes the moment.

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You awake with a jolt as you hear heavy doors close outside of the motel room, it now being in the dead of night. Slowly moving from Natasha's arms, you go take a look outside, hoping to see that there's nothing. Your hopes are shattered when through the window, you can see the faint outline of a Hydra vehicle and multiple armed men, your heartrate spiking as you see the ones in white coats. "Shit." You hiss out as you start to pull clothes on, all of the rustling causing Natasha to awake. "Y/n?" She asks groggily as she sees you frantically moving around the room, hastily putting a shirt on and trying to find your weapon.

"Y/n what's happening?" She restates herself and is fully awake when you finally make eye contact with her, seeing the worry behind your eyes as you move towards her. "Nat, they're here." You rush out as you hand her some clothes, frantically trying to get the redhead out of here before she could get involved. "Whose here? Hydra?" She questions and you nod your head, feeling the bridge of your nose start to sting as reality comes crashing down on you. "They're here for me- shit- you have to go." You say as you try and pull yourself together.

"What? No, Y/n, I'm not leaving you again." Natasha says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, pulling on some clothes and shoes. "Natalia this isn't fucking debatable, okay? I won't ever forgive myself if they get their hands on you." You say as you glance out the window one more time, mumbling a curse word as you start to see the figures close in. "Why are you acting like I can't handle myself?" Nat asks and you shake your head, opening a window opposite to the parking lot.

"I know you can handle yourself Nat, I've seen you fight hoards of threats and make your way out alive..I just don't want to pull you into this fight with me." You say before crossing the room and standing in front of Nat. "You've been the only thing I've cared about my entire life, please understand why I want you safe." Your voice is softer as you speak to her, her green eyes still prominent in the moonlit room. "What about you?" Nat asks in a whisper, a worried expression set across her face as you give her a watery grin.

"You know I never die, Natalia." You say as she shakes her head. "I'm like a cat and my lives haven't run out just yet." You continue and a laugh breaks past Nat's lips, causing you to smile even as a tear runs down your cheeks. "There it is." You breathe out and she looks at you questioningly. "What is it?" She asks. "I just wanted to see your smile one last time." You reply as you kiss a tear from her cheek, Natasha then moving to gently kiss your lips. The kiss is soft and passionate, you both trying to communicate to each other a message you both aren't ready to say yet.

Sooner than you'd like, the two of you break away, both of you giving the other a watery smile as you sniffle. "I'll come back to you, Nat. I promise." You whisper and she nods her head, gently kissing your temple as your eyes flutter closed. "You better, or else I'll beat your ass." She says and you give a shaky chuckle, hearing the Hydra men starting to kick down apartment doors. "I'm planning on it."

Hydra doesn't take long to storm the motel room, quickly seizing you before you had a chance to react. You were happy to comply with them until you saw them grab Natasha's arm, you immediately tearing from the Hydra agent's grip to tackle his ass. You successfully break his arm but aren't so lucky when you feel a wave of electricity shoot through your body, every muscle tensing up as you fall to the floor. "Fuck." You curse through gritted teeth as you force yourself to get up, looking at Natasha with desperate eyes as she hasn't left yet.

"Go!"

As the words leave your lips, both of you could almost see each other back on that mountainside, the dead bodies of the other girls littered around you as you kill another one for Natasha to escape. It felt like you were a teenager again, seeing Natasha teeter between staying and leaving as she stood at the treeline. A grunt of pain leaves your lips as one of the men shoves you into a desk, the wood breaking underneath you as air rushes out of your lungs. You've only taken down a few men, stabbing one of them in the throat with their own knife. As they start to overwhelm you, you take one last look at Natasha, seeing as she's taking one last glance at you as her hands rest on the window frame. As you lock eyes with her, you say one simple phrase.

"It's okay."

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Natasha isn't paying attention at all in the meeting the next day, not getting the image of your worried look out of her mind. “Romanoff, did you hear me?” Tony asks and her eyes glance upwards, the other Avengers looking at her as they await her answer. “Sorry, what?” She asks and Tony sighs, pointing towards a highlighted point in the mountainside. "From the information we've gathered, Bruce surmises that the next Hydra base is here, the building located about thirty feet below the surface." He explains and Natasha nods her head, her attention immediately being drawn when the word Hydra slips past his lips. "I was asking your opinion on how we should enter the compound without getting caught." Tony finishes, waiting for Natasha to give her input as he sees the gears turning in her head.

"It's the compound that they use for their experiments, right?" She asks and Steve nods his head, Nat sighing as she looks at the dot on the map. "Well considering that it's underground they only need security for the entrances and exits, probably have a few patrolling the perimeter..I think our best entry point is here." She says, standing up and pressing a pen to the western side of the mountain. "Of course, we always have the risk of getting caught but it's lower than just walking through the front door." Natasha explains and all of the Avengers nod their head, she's not a trained soldier but she's a damn good spy if they've ever seen one.

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"Nat, are you alright?" Steve asks after everyone clears out of the conference area, grabbing the assassin's arm before she leaves. "They've got her, Steve." She says and his eyebrows furrow. "Who?" He asks and Natasha sighs, looking up at the super-soldier. "Y/n. They took her last night." She explains and Steve sees the worry on his friend's face. "Do you think she's at the base we're going to?" He asks and Natasha shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know, but if she is there I'm gonna tear up the whole place until I find her." She says and Steve nods, seeing the determination in Nat's eyes. "We'll get her back Natasha." He says and Nat grins a bit, "I know."

-----

It's easy, almost too easy, getting into the Hydra base, Natasha only taking out five guards patrolling the area and guarding the entrance. "This doesn't feel right to me." Steve says as they head towards the entrance, the fresh snow crunching under their boots. "Nothing ever feels right to you, Cap." Hawkeye says as he flys overhead, making sure no Hydra agents get the jump on the pair. Natasha only quirks her head to the side when Steve makes eye contact with her, agreeing with both men as they reach the entrance. Natasha scans the entry card that they swiped off the guard and the door opens, immediately granting them access into the underground base.

-----

"Give her a sedative." One of the doctors commands as you continue to struggle, hitting anything you could reach as they try to strap you onto a stretcher. They've been touring and interrogating you the entire night, bargaining for information instead of brainwashing you.

"We saw that Avenger in the motel, tell us what you know and we won't wipe your memory." They say but you only clench your jaw and stay silent, ripping yourself from their grip each time they try and contain you.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" You grit out as you knock one of the men unconscious, kicking the stretcher away from you as you watch the doctor run to grab a sedative. Your body is covered in blood and bruises, still putting up a fight since you were taken a day ago. Getting shoved up against the wall you cry out in pain, your head getting aggressively slammed against the wall. You don't even realize the doctors came back with a sedative until you feel the prick of the needle in your neck, your vision going blurry as the fight leaves your body.

You don't put up a struggle as they drag you onto the stretcher, strapping your arms and legs down as everything moves in slow motion around you.

You know where they're taking you. You know you're about to get brainwashed.

As they push you down the hallway, you slowly close your eyes and try to burn the image of Natasha's face into your mind, feeling slightly calmer as you think of her wrapping you up in her arms and telling you that everything is going to be okay.

The next time you open your eyes, you're strapped down into the metal chair that they use for brainwashing, feeling like you're a shell of a person as you look down at your restraints. They force a piece of plastic into your mouth as you blankly stare at the doctors in white coats, only one thing on your mind as they prep the machine.

Natasha.

A tear rolls down your cheek quietly as the restraints latch onto you tighter, forcing you to lay back as your breathing starts to get heavier.

It never gets easier, the brainwashing, knowing that you'll only be a puppet to Hydra with no free will.

The metal paddles clamp around your head and your heart rate spikes, hearing the doctors beside you start to say the words you always dreaded to hear.

"Snow."

"Sixteen."

"Red."

With each word, you could feel the control leaving your body, bracing yourself for the pain that's going to come next.

"Ballet."

"Redback."

"Knife."

A scream rips from your throat as pain surges through your body, the machine being activated and making you pull against the restraints. Your vision fades in and out of focus as you continue to scream, every muscle in your body tensing as the brainwashing takes over.

You try your best to fight the pain, your mind trying desperately to hold onto the memory of Natasha as your trigger words reach your ears.

Natasha.

Natasha..

Natasha..?

Natalia?

Natalia..

No, it's Natasha.

Nat?

Natasha.

Natalia.

...

...

who?

Your eyes are blank as the machine finally releases you from its grip, a scientist having a pleased look on his face as he walks up to you. "Just to make sure this doesn't happen again." he says before commanding you to put your head forward, gripping your hair as he presses a cool metal gun to the back of your neck. With a click you could feel something being put into your neck, the new object feeling irritating under your skin. It's a small chip, maybe a quarter wide, and it's now attached to the nape of your neck, the needles embedding into your skin to make sure it stays in place.

"Are you ready to comply, Agent 809?" He asks and you nod your head, suddenly hearing alarms go off that there's been a security breach in the compound. "Say the word, sir, your wish is my command." You say and he grins, grabbing your chin. "Kill the Avengers." He says and you look at him in the eyes. "Main target?" You ask and he thinks for a moment, looking at the Hydra officers before looking back at you. ''The Black Widow."

------

Natasha hears your screams ring through the compound and she feels her blood run cold, Steve grabbing her arm before she could do anything stupid. "Natasha, don't." He says in a harsh whisper and she shakes her head, pulling herself from her grip as she continues to move down the hallway.

She quickly takes down the next few guards that she sees, not using her bullets yet so they don’t cause the rest of the base to be alerted of their presence. That plan doesn’t last long though when a guard gets the upper hand on her, causing her to shoot two bullets into his chest and making him drop. As soon as the shots are fired, alarms go off across the compound, causing Natasha to curse under her breath. “Language.” Steve says and Natasha rolls her eyes, picking up her gun and racing down the hallway to try and find you.

———-

Natasha kicks down a set of double doors and shoots the people inside, scanning the room for any sign of you. They've gone through 95% percent of the compound and haven't found you yet, Natasha getting more and more anxious as time goes on. "I heard her, I swear." She tells Steve each time they clear an area and come up empty.

It isn't until she sees you strapped to the chair that she lets out a breath of relief, you seemingly normal accept for the cuts and bruises. "Y/n, oh god you're okay." She breathes out as she reaches you, seeing the dazed look in your eyes as she undoes your restraints.

"I'm sorry." You whisper out in a last-ditch attempt to warn her before your chip clicks on. "Sorry? You're sorry for what?" Natasha asks but doesn't get a chance to reply before you knock her backwards, tearing out of the remaining restraints as you stand up.

The wind gets knocked out of Natasha and Steve gets into a fighting stance, you not even giving him a glance as you head towards Natasha. Steve quickly intervenes and throws his shield at you, your hand sticking out to grab it before tossing it to the floor. "That's all you've got, Capitan?" You sneer teasingly as you grab a knife from the table, getting a swing on him and clipping him in the cheek.

The super soldier quickly hits back though, kicking you in the stomach and making you stumble back. You quickly grab one of the cords that was attached to a computer and you wrap it around the Avenger's neck, maneuvering yourself so that you're behind him and pulling tight.

Stumbling backwards, he throws himself up against the wall, successfully breaking your grip as you get pinned between the wall and the Avenger. Steve quickly turns and pins you up against the wall by your neck, pulling his fist back to punch you. "Steve!" Natasha hisses out his name harshly and he turns to look at her, temporarily forgetting that you're brainwashed. He groans and tosses you to the floor, seeing the glowing chip on the back of your neck. You quickly get back up and go for Natasha, the redhead dodging your swing and making your fist go through the wall. "Y/n. Stop it." Natasha grits out as she grabs your arm and twists it behind your back, a hiss leaving your lips as you feel your muscles pop.

"Who. the fuck. is y/n?" You spit out as you maneuver yourself around and hit Natasha back, grabbing her throat and tossing her up against the wall. "They want me to kill you, so that's what I'm going to do." You say as you grab a beaker besides you, breaking it to create a shattered edge. You're about to swing the bottle when Steve comes up behind you and hits the back of your neck with his shield (and you swear later on that if he did it any harder your neck would have snapped). A cry of pain leaves your lips as the chip sparks and you stumble forward, your head bowing into Natasha's shoulder as pain surges through your body. Natasha freezes as she sees your shoulder slump, a small whimper of "Natasha." leaving your lips as the chip short circuits. "Y/n?" She asks and she sees your hand come up to grip at the back of your neck, your other hand dropping the shattered beaker. "Nat. The chip." You breathe out as you feel it starting to take hold again, pushing yourself away from her as your mind clouds over again.

"Steve, hit the chip again." Natasha commands and Steve nods his head, watching as your shoulders tense up again as you attack Natasha. She quickly blocks all of your hits and flips you over onto the floor, you quickly gripping onto her arm and pulling her down onto the floor with you.

The chip sparks again and for a second you regain control, scrambling up to the control panel and enabling the emergency demolition program. "What are you doing?" Steve asks and your jaw tenses, shutting all of the Hydra officers inside by locking all the exits except one. "I'm blowing this place up." You mumble, jaw tensing as the chip revs up once again. "I've locked all of them in, if you go to exit c9 that'll be the only one unlocked so you can escape." You say as you lock all of the doors inside of the compound, keeping all of them in place so they can't run.

"What about you?" Natasha asks as she gets up from the floor, looking at the chip flicker on and off. "The chip will take over sooner or later, I'd rather die in this explosion than let them use my body again." You say as you grip the side of the table, everything in your body being split in two with each side fighting to take control. "No you're not, we're getting you out of here." Steve says and it genuinely surprises the both of you, the man in stars grabbing your arm as you slam the button down to activate the explosion.

T-minus: two minutes

"I don't deserve to get out of here." You shake your head as you look at Natasha's neck, now bruised with your handprint as you wince. "I've hurt you, I've hurt her, I've hurt so many people. All of it is on my hands." You say and Natasha shakes her head, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it gently. "I've left you once, Y/n, I'm not letting you go again." She says and you think for a moment, alarms blaring around you as you see the pleading look on her face. "Alright." You whisper, allowing Natasha to pull you out of the room as Steve follows close behind you.

You run down the hallway as you guide the two other Avengers towards the exit, quickly taking out any Hydra agents that gets in your way.

"There! There it is." You call out as you see exit c9, all three of you running towards it as the speakers count down.

T-minus: thirty seconds

The chip fully kicks back into gear as your eyes widen, your strides slowing down as it feels like someone wraps restraints around your body. "No, no no no. Please not now." You beg to yourself as both Steve and Nat notice, your eyes turning dead as your legs start to carry you away from the exit. "Oh no you don't." Natasha grits out as she tackles you, dragging you towards the exit as you fight against her.

Twenty five..

"Let go of me!" You hiss as you tear from her grip and Steve lingers near the exit, watching the interaction happen as a metal curtain starts to descend over the only open exit. "I'm taking you home, Y/n." Natasha says as she grabs onto your body, Steve moving to keep the door open as he calls the two of you to move.

Nineteen..

"Steve! Go!" Natasha yells out as she drags you towards the exit, blocking each hit you try and swing at her. Steve shakes his head and calls out over the alarms, "I'm not leaving you two!"

Natasha looks at him and shakes her head, being only ten feet from the exit. "Just go! I'm right behind you." She says and Steve reluctantly steps through the exit, the now dented metal sheet continuing to close on the two of you.

fifteen..

fourteen..

"Y/n please, stop fighting me." Natasha begs as you tear out of her grip again, heart-pounding as the alarms fill her head. "Why should I listen to you? You left me. You were everything to me and then you just left me!" You ask harshly as you see the tears in her eyes, Natasha seeing the real you starting to break through. "I didn't want to leave you, Y/n! I'm sorry!" Natasha's voice raises a bit in volume. "I wanted you to come but you were stubborn and stayed behind for me! You stayed behind and when I went back to you..you were already gone." She says and the gears turn in your head. "Then why are you here? Why are you going through so much trouble for me when you have a perfectly good life out there?" You ask, your body still tense as Natasha looks at you with an open mouth. "Because.."

Five..

Four..

"Because.."

Three..

Two..

"Fuck." Natasha doesn't finish her thought as she grabs you and holds you close to her chest, turning you so that your body isn't the closest one to the blast.

One.

The explosion shakes the ground as the two of you get tossed through the air, your body hitting the metal door with a thud. The ground shakes above you as the base comes apart, Steve pulling the metal curtain open and dragging the two of you out into the snow.

Natasha is coughing fiercely as the smoke and dust enters her lungs, gripping onto you for dear life as she feels Steve dragging the two of you out. Your blood stains the snow as Natasha sits up, heart dropping to her stomach as she sees your head loll back limply.

"Shit, Y/n!" She says as she taps on your cheek, blood running down her temple as she checks for signs of life. Your heartbeat is slow and your breathing is labored but you're alive, that final hit allowing the chip to fully break in half on the back of your neck. "It's because I love you, you idiot." Natasha whispers as she gently kisses your temple, Steves's jaw setting as he sees the little interaction.

------

The next time you wake up, you're in a sterile white room, your heart rate spiking as you think you're back in the Hydra lab again. Trying to push yourself up, your hands get stopped by restrains, the same straps tying down your legs. Swallowing thickly, you look around the room, the atmosphere making you feel vulnerable as you try and undo the restraints. A door opens to the right of you and panic seeps into your bones, thinking that it's a doctor coming in to run experiments on you again.

"Hey, it's okay." Natasha's soft voice reaches your ears as she comes over and undoes the restraints, gently freeing your legs and wrists before looking up at you. "I'm sorry, Bruce put them on for precaution." She says with a soft smile, taking a knee beside your bed so she's at eye level with you. You don't say anything as you move to hug her, your head immediately finding residence in the crook of your neck as you take a shaky breath. Your body aches and you're pretty sure you look like shit but you're so fucking happy that Natasha's here.

"Nat." You whisper softly as Natasha's arms quickly wrap around you, being careful to not hurt you as she closes her eyes. "I'm here, moy golub', I'm here." She whispers and you almost break down at that nickname, your arms tightening around her. "You're safe Y/n, you're free." She whispers and your mind can't even process her words, your only thoughts being how nice it feels to be wrapped up in Tasha's arms again.

When you pull away, there are tears in your eyes, Natasha gently wiping them away and kissing your cheeks.

"YA lyublyu tebya."

I love you.

The words slip from your lips before you could even process it, your eyes widening as you see the unreadable look on Natasha's face. "N-Nat, I'm so sorry, I didn't-" Natasha cuts you off with a kiss, gently pressing her lips to hers as she grins.

"ya tozhe tebya lyublyu."

I love you too.

---

"Should we do something about that?" Tony asks as the team looks through the one-way mirror they placed in your room, seeing Natasha climb into your bed and pull you into her chest. Your eyes close as you contently settle yourself into her, Natasha's hand rubbing circles along your back.

"Give them a break Tony, it's not like she's going or hurt anyone." Steve says as Bruce holds up the chip implant, "Yep, no more brainwashing for her." He says as the rest of them look at the two of you, never seeing Natasha this content until now.

[twstarchives]

Let Me Go!!

Card: Dorm Uniform - SSR Characters: Epel, Rook, Vil, Idia

Chapter 1

—INTERIOR HALLWAY—

Epel: Um... This is where the film studies club meets, right?

—CLASSROOM—

Epel: Excuse me...

Rook: Hello, Epel-kun! I see Vil asked you to lend a hand here.

Epel: I’d say it’s more like I was forced... Did he ask you too?

Rook: I’m helping on my own accord. The pleasure is all mine if I’m able to be with Vil.

(Clap, clap!)

Vil: Film studies club! Everyone gather around.

I’m going to discuss the details for when we begin our next student-produced film.

I’ll hand out the script first. Everyone, take one each.

Epel: Whoa, this script is so thick. They must really go all out with their activities here...

Vil: The next film we’re producing will be about time travel.

It’s set in the present day. The students of Night Raven College use a time machine...

And travel to the era of the Great Seven’s Fairest Queen of All.

Rook: The era of the Fairest Queen of All... How très bien!

What a fascinating idea, don’t you think, Epel-kun?

Epel: Hah... I guess.

Vil: The leading role is still undecided. I’ll let you know once I’ve chosen them.

Now, the time machine is the key item in this story... Epel!

Epel: ! Yes?!

Vil: I’m putting you in charge of designing it.

Epel: What?! I-I’m just the help. Why am I in charge of something so important...?

Vil: I’ve deemed you the most suitable for this.

Epel: (What gave him that idea?! I’ve never designed anything in my life. I want to say no...)

Vil: The time machine will use a magical wheel as a base. You’ll be customizing the exterior.

This way, we can shoot driving scenes.

Epel: You said magical wheel...?!

Vil: Yes. I’ve already arranged for one to use in our shooting.

I’ve asked Ignihyde’s dorm leader, Idia, to modify it, so you will work with him to complete it.

Epel: Got it!

Vil: ...You sounded very genuine there. Well, if you’re feeling motivated now, then that’s fine.

The theme of the time machine’s design should be “something beautiful and fitting for the setting.”

Your deadline is in three days at noon. Is that clear?

Epel: Yes, Vil-san!

(I was so reluctant about having to help out the film studies club... but I didn’t expect there to be a magical wheel involved!)

(That feeling of the passenger becoming one with the vehicle as they ride on... Just watchin’ it gets me all excited.)

(Maybe if I made a design that makes Vil-san’s jaw drop, he’d even let me take it for a test run.)

(Okay, I’m gonna do my best!!)

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: I’m Epel, a first-year from Pomefiore. You’re Idia-san, right? Let’s work hard together.

Idia: Ugh... The glittery Pomefioran is here, hurray...

O-Oh, um... Vil-shi explained everything to me. We’ll use this lounge to work...

Epel: Okay, thank you.

Oh, that’s the magical wheel we’re going to modify there next to you, right? It’s so cool...!!

Idia: Hah... I only agreed to this ‘cause Vil-shi said he’d compensate me...

But working with other people... really makes me irritated by the second.

I need to finish this and go back to my room ASAP before my sanity gauge runs out.

Epel: (I know Vil-san’s taste pretty well since he’s been training me for months ever since I enrolled here.)

(I need to aim for a fancy design that goes with the setting and also satisfies Vil-san.)

Idia-san. Let’s do our best designing this magical wheel...!

Idia: Yeah. Let’s get this done as fast as we can...

Chapter 2

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: It took all night... but it’s done! Idia-san, the coloring for the magical wheel is all finished.

Idia: Congrats on getting it done. You told Vil-shi you’d show it to him once it was finished, right? Shouldn’t you call him?

And end this so I can be alone.

Epel: Yes, I’ll go do that!

Epel: Here’s the magical wheel, painted to look like a time machine.

The design was inspired by the peacock engraved into the Fairest Queen of All’s favorite chair.

Vil: ......

Epel: Um... Vil-san?

Vil: Epel. Are you satisfied with this design?

Epel: What do you mean, am I satisfied...?

Vil: I ordered you to design something “beautiful and fitting for the setting.”

However, this piece conveys nothing from the creator’s heart.

You wouldn’t consider this design “beautiful,” would you?

Epel: ...! Well, I...

Vil: To me, this looks like you only tried to match the setting.

Redo it, Epel. And don’t think about coming back to the dorm until it’s finished.

Epel: What?! Vil-san, wait a seco— ...He’s gone.

...Dammit! How can he be angry that I made it exactly as he said...?!

But I get to work with a magical wheel, which I love so much. No way am I giving up after failing once!

I need to make something that I think is beautiful, that matches the setting,

And something that would make Vil-san satisfied, right?

I’m gonna do it!!

...... But what would that be...?

—IGNIHYDE DORM - IDIA’S ROOM—

Idia: Hehee! I got that kitty accessory I wanted! It’s a rare strength item that boosts my speed by 100!

Hehehe, now, the boss from this ultra-hard quest... You should tremble in fear of my dodging power.

(Running footsteps!)

        (Epel barges in)

Epel: Idia-san!

Idia: Eee! E-E-E-E-Epel-shi! It’s rude to come into someone’s room without knocking!

Epel: Oh... S-Sorry.

It’s just, we have to redo the time machine...

Idia: Hah? He rejected that flashy design?

Epel: Yeah... So please help me make it over again!

Idia: (I can’t believe Vil-shi. He should’ve done this himself if he was going for something specific. Why’d he leave it to someone else?)

(I can’t stand them taking away my gaming time anymore. I gotta get this done now and chase out Epel-shi...)

H-Hey, Epel-shi. Do you have anything you’re good at?

Epel: Huh? Why are you asking?

Idia: ‘Cause wouldn’t this get done faster if Vil-shi just made it himself instead of having you make it over again?

But he still put you up to it... So shouldn’t you consider that maybe you’ve got some kind of secret talent?

In online games, leveling up skills you’re good at makes getting through the game easier.

Epel: But I’m just good at things like carving apples. I can’t really use that in desig——

(...Hm? Apples...?)

I figured it out!!

Idia: Ee! I-I-It scares me when you yell out of nowhere! Wh-What did you figure out?

Epel: I figured out what I can make that’s as beautiful and fitting for the setting as I can!

Idia: I-I’m glad to see you came up with an idea. Well, let’s get on with it then.

Epel: Huh? But you stayed up all night last night. Are you sure you shouldn’t rest a little...?

Idia: Heh, staying up all night is nothing to me. I stan a group of idols who look elderly but with hearts eternally 17...

And even Moirai on the Edge can do live performances for 72 hours straight.

We’ll prevail over this ultra-hard quest!

Epel: M-Moi...rai? I-I don’t know what that means, but let’s work hard!

(This time, we’ll make a design that Vil-sanーno, that anyone would approve of!)

Chapter 3

ーーThe day the time machine is due.

???: ...el... Epel!

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: *Yawns*...?

Huh? Ahh! When did I go to sleep?! And Vil-san, what’re you doin’ here?

Vil: Your deadline is today at noon, so I came to check up on how you were doing. Honestly, I cannot believe you were sprawled out asleep on the floor.

So? Have you finished the time machine?

Epel: Oh... I did. Take a look at this!

There’s a story where the Fairest Queen of All made a poisoned apple, right?

So this time, I used that as my inspiration.

The color of the whole body represents a ripe, red, shining apple.

Like one you reach out to take without even realizing it... Anyway, I made sure it looked delicious!

Vil: Hmm... Go on.

Epel: Right. The other thing I worked especially hard on was this design that’s hidden when the machine is stopped, and only gets revealed when it starts up.

I’ll turn it on to let you see.

Vil: ! You painted the tire kept inside... Is that a skull?

Epel: Yes! One of the stories mentioned that a skull rose up before the poisoned apple the Queen made turned red...

So I added a symbol that can’t be seen from the outside unless you start it up.

This time machine is as “beautiful and fitting for the setting” as I can make it right now!

Vil: ...Allow me to ask you one thing. Why did you change to a poisoned apple?

Epel: Um... When I tried to use a peacock in my design, I honestly couldn’t tell if it was good or bad...

But then I thought, no one would be able to resist a design that makes apples look appealin’...!!

Vil: ......

...Heh. You finally came up with a design that reflects you.

Epel: ...! Yeah!

Vil: Now, I will leave you with the keys to this magical wheel.

Epel: Huh? Why me?

Vil: I’m heading back to our set. You’ll deliver the machine to the film studies club yourself.

You have until noon to bring it, just as we discussed. Don’t be late. Understood?

        (Vil leaves)

Epel: ...If he was in such a rush, he could’ve just taken it himself... Wait, hold on?!

Does this mean I can ride it back to the set... maybe?

AHH~! ALL RIGHT!!

Idia: Ugh... Epel-shi, you’re too loud... Your voice is ringing through my sleep-deprived head...

Epel: Oh! S-Sorry, Idia-san.

I’ve always wanted a magical wheel... And I get to ride one I designed myself. I just can’t believe it...

Alright, let’s get to the school building!

—MAIN STREET—

Film Studies Student A: Hm...? What’s that? There’s something coming towards us from the front gate.

Rook: That is a magical wheel. And the one driving it is... Monsieur Cherry Apple, Epel-kun.

Film Studies Student A: It’s so glossy, like a real apple... And his Pomefiore uniform looks so nice. It’s beautiful!

Film Studies Student B: Driving that machine, Epel-kun’s got a radiance that’s different from his usual frail beauty.

Film Studies Student C: Yeah. That piercing cold look and his unconsciously curled-up lips... I’m so drawn to it; I can’t look away.

Rook: Did you hear that, Vil? Everyone is praising Epel-kun!

Vil: Hehe, these potatoes’ reactions are perfect.

Epel: Oh... There he is! Vil-san! Just as promised, I’m here to deliver this.

Let me stop the machine... Okay. Well, I’ll get going now.

Vil: Hold it, Epel. Stay right there.

Film studies club, your attention! I have an announcement to make regarding our next film.

For our undecided leading role... I’ve decided to cast Epel right here.

Epel: Wh... What?!

Vil: You all saw how he looked riding that time machine, yes?

I believe there’s no better person out there more suited for this role. Are there any objections?

Rook: It’s true, the sight of him riding that time machine up here almost felt like a scene from a movie.

Film Studies Student B: Yeah! Hats off to you for how dashing you looked. I’ll let you have my seat today.

Epel: W-Wait a second. I thought I was just helping with the design——

Vil: I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll thoroughly train you to be an actor, so do prepare yourself.

Now, you must do a costume fitting. Costume committee, take Epel to our club room.

Costume Committee: Okay!

Epel: I-I still haven’t said anything about doing th—let me go!!

Vil: ...I see now how drastically the sparkle in his eyes changes depending on whether he’s interested or not. Honestly. He’s a difficult apple to deal with.

Rook: Epel-kun was shining like a completely different person than he was yesterday, yes...

But perhaps were you anticipating this finale from the start?

Vil: Well, now. Who’s to say?

[maryeve-the-bitch]

Un jour de février

Fruk week 2021

Day 4: winter / spring

Words: 2,565

Summary: Domestic fruk. Old married couple vibe. The couple is visiting Matthew in Quebec city during the cold month of february.

Warning: French, so much french (Translations are at the end), and mention of sex. Not really explicit though. 

Francis couldn’t wait to visit his son in february. However, he was dreading the cold and the weather he would face when they’d arrive in the city. He wasn’t used to that kind of cold anymore ergo he knew how much he would suffer through it. At least, he would be in good company and his boyfriend Arthur was coming as well.

As soon as Francis and Arthur landed in Quebec city, they traveled straight to their hotel since Mathieu would only be coming the next day and his meeting in the capital got delayed. Hopefully, Francis would enjoy a nice evening with his dear Arthur. The hotel room they picked had a cozy fireplace with a plaid fluffy blanket laid on the king bed. The decor of the room reminded Francis of a lumberjack’s cabin with deer antlers hanging down from the wall and the wood-like walls. While it wasn’t the usual style Francis would like, he did appreciate the coziness of it. He reminded himself not to let Arthur choose a hotel for them by himself again. At least, the bathroom was huge compared to what he is used to and in the middle of it, there was a bath that could easily fit 3 people in it. At the sight of the bath, Francis gave Arthur a teasing smirk as he tucked a lock of his blond hair behind his hair. Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Sure, love. Later.” Arthur agreed to his boyfriend’s silent plea.

Francis wrapped his arms around Arthur’s from behind.

“Je te promets qu’on passera un bon moment.¹” Francis whispered to his ear as he delicately bit it.

“I promise I’ll kick you in the arse if you don’t stop teasing.” Arthur said with his jaw clenched and a blush on his cheeks.

The comment made Francis chuckle and hugged his boyfriend closer.

“C’est trop facile de te taquiner."² Francis kissed Arthur’s cheek and let go of him.

Since they were both exhausted from the flight and the jetlag, they decided to go to bed early after they took a shower.

In the morning, they decided to wait for Mathieu to tell them when and where they would meet in their room after they got back from eating breakfast on the first floor. Francis looked outside the windows, contemplating the landscape from the city under the snow, as Arthur finished getting dressed and buttoned his shirt up.

“On n’a plus d’hiver comme ça par chez nous, hein?”³ Francis sighed.

“You never had winters like this before. Unless you count the ice age.” Arthur commented.

“Ouais. Du coup, c’est ben mieux que ta pluie 10 mois par année.”⁴ Francis retorted, looking back at his boyfriend.

Arthur glanced at Francis before taking his jacket from the bed and put it on.

“Tu sais que la reine vient pas aujourd’hui, hein?”⁵

“Shut your bloody mouth and get dressed, Francis.” Arthur sighed.

Francis let out a dramatic sigh as he let himself fall on the bed face first and grumbled Arthur’s name on the pillow. Arthur just rolled his eyes, ignoring his melodramatic scene as he was well too familiar with it. Francis turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Peux-tu m’aider, mon amour?”⁶

“What? Help you get dressed? You’re not a child anymore.” As Arthur spoke, he received a notification from his phone that was placed on the desk and charging. He picked it up to see what it was.

“It’s Matthew. He wants to meet at the castle at noon.” Arthur paused to look at the time. “You’ve got one hour to get ready.”

“Quoi? Une heure?” Francis whined. "Ça nous donne même pas le temps de faire l'amour."⁷

"We would if you hurry the fuck up and stop whining."

Francis finally got up from the bed, not without whining even more. At the end, he did get ready in under an hour. When Francis got out of the bathroom, he paraded in front of Arthur who was sitting on the chair in front of the desk. Francis wore an open blue see-through shirt with some kind of green flower pattern on it. As for the bottom part, he wrote black trousers with the same flowery pattern.

"We're not going to a gay pub or a fashion show."

"Ah mais il faut que je sois à la hauteur de moi-même quand je sors. Je ne peux pas sortir comme si je serais un pauvre paysan. Pour qui tu me prends, putain?"⁸

"What the hell does that mean?" Arthur sighed. "You're going to wear a warm coat at least?"

Francis walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a navy blue double button wool coat and put it on.

"C'est sublime, non?”⁹ Francis turned around to show all angles of his outfit, feeling proud of it.

“Yes. You’re looking very handsome. You’re going to be cold though. Have you not brought something warmer?” Arthur put his hands on his waist.

“J’ai une écharpe qui ira bien avec. De toute façon, on restera pas trop longtemps dehors. Qui serait assez fou pour aller dehors en un temps pareil?”¹⁰ Francis replied.

“Right. Don’t say I haven’t warned you, frog face.”

Francis would probably die of humiliation if he had to wear something ugly so he’d rather die of hypothermia and being pretty than be seen wearing something hideous. The couple left their hotel room and took a cab to get to their destination. They were still a few minutes late, but nothing Arthur would mind and Mathieu was already waiting for them in front of the castle as agreed.

Upon meeting, Francis hugged Mathieu tightly since he hadn't seen him for months. Arthur greeted him politely under his giant coat that he brought to make sure he didn’t freeze to death. He wore both a winter hat and the hood of his coat with a scarf and at least 2 pairs of gloves. Since Mathieu knew both Arthur and Francis, he didn’t make a comment on how they were dressed. In his opinion, one was overdoing it and the other thought fashion was more important than warmth.

Since Mathieu was getting hungry, they went and looked for a restaurant. While Francis wasn’t hungry, he was gladly welcoming the idea of getting inside. He’s only been 2 minutes out and thought his nipples were already frozen. On their way to the restaurant, Francis tried to warm himself with his hands in his coat pockets and holding his arms close to his body, without much success.

After going down some stairs, at Francis’ displeasure, they walked down a small street that led to the restaurant. Francis remembered that street, he visited it during summer a long time ago. It changed a bit but not enough to not recognise it. He would admire the scenery if he wasn’t so goddamn cold. He just couldn't wait to get to the restaurant at last. Mathieu was explaining to Arthur the historic facts of some buildings even though Arthur already knew those facts; he just forgot. Their chatter sounded mostly background noises to Francis as his focus was mostly on his movements.

Finally, they reached the restaurant. They got seated and offered the menu to order.

“You’re awfully quiet, frog.” Arthur commented as he opened the menu. “Not complaining. That’s just unusual for you.”

Francis glared at his boyfriend. They both knew why he was quiet.

“Can you two stay civil please?” Mathieu asked. He knew his dads and their tendency to fight or argue way too well.

“Of course, lad.” Arthur replied. “I’d offer you my coat for a while, at least until you warm up, but I know too well you won’t accept it.” He continued.

“J’ai pas besoin de ta pitié. Je vais juste commander un bon café chaud et ça ira.¹¹ Francis replied.

“If you say so, love. I hope they offer good tea here.” Arthur said, dismissing Francis’s passive aggressivity.

The waitress came soon after and they all ordered their food and drinks. She took back the menus and left for the kitchen.

“You two are so different. I sometimes wonder how you are still together.” Mathieu commented.

Both Francis and Arthur looked at each other, Francis smiling lovingly.

“Cause we have great sex. That’s why.” Arthur answered Mathieu’s wonderment. He soon received a kick under the table from his partner.

“C’est vrai.”¹² Francis added.

“Please stop. I don’t want to know.” Mathieu interrupted Francis before he would add anything too explicit for him. The Frenchman chuckled while Arthur smiled. Well, at least, Mathieu succeeded to ease the situation between the two.

While they waited for their order, Francis grabbed Arthur’s hand under the table.

“Fucking hell, Francis!” Arthur exclaimed when he felt his boyfriend’s cold hand on his.

“Ah. Je suis désolé, mon amour.”¹³ Francis apologised, looking dejected.

“It’s fine. You surprised me, that’s all.” Arthur said softly as he took Francis’s hand in his.

Thankful, Francis smiled and let Arthur warm his hand. Usually, Arthur hated public displays of affection even as small as hand holding, so it overjoyed him that he accepted to do so.

They talked about Alfred the rest of the time they waited for the order. The American was quite busy at the time so he couldn't make it, but Matthew was grateful he couldn’t because he could easily bring all the attention to him. He appreciated the rare times he got alone with either of his parents. Even when Alfred wasn’t here, he got all the attention, but that was fine with Mathieu. He’d prefer that over Alfred present and talking loudly and interrupting him.

After lunch, Francis felt warmer and happier from the cup of coffee he drank and the small affection he received. His joy wouldn’t last long when Mathieu offered to walk alongside the river and the old port since they were close by. Arthur agreed to it too quickly, Francis thought.

“Et si on allait faire du shopping? Ça serait pas mal, non? Tu m’avais pas parlé d’un centre commercial avec un mini parc d'attractions à l’intérieur?”¹⁴ Francis suggested.

“Well, Matthew and I never liked shopping much and I don’t especially like theme parks either.” Arthur protested as he put his coat back on.

“Besides, there are probably too many people there already.” Mathieu added.

Francis pouted and followed the other two outside. They walked a few minutes until they reached a pedestrian path near the river. Arthur narrated the scenery with tales of the past, including Mathieu in it. Francis would normally enjoy joining in and teasing his partner, but he had troubles following them up even though they walked at a relatively normal pace. The Frenchman wished he was anywhere else other than outside in the cold. He thought of leaving them, calling a taxi and going back to the hotel on his own, but his fingers were already frozen again and he would have to look for the taxi’s number. Arthur probably had the phone number since he called one earlier. However, Francis was too prideful to ask him the number.

They walked and walked until they reached a small park in front of the train station. By that time, Francis thought his fingers were so frozen that he might lose some of them. His feet weren’t any better. Arthur and Mathieu spotted a bench and sat on it to take a break while Francis stood in front of them. At this point, Francis had his hands inside his coat pockets and the bottom half of his head hiding behind the scarf. Some of his hair locks were frozen too for some unknown reason and his cheeks and ears were red, almost turning to purple. When Mathieu sat down, he noticed how cold Francis looked.

“Es-tu correct, papa?”¹⁵ Mathieu asked him with concern.

“Ouais”¹⁶ was all Francis could be able to say through his shivering.

“Would you like to go back to the hotel, Francis?” Arthur sighed.

Francis nodded.

“You could have said so before, you dumb bitch.” Arthur added as he took his phone out to call a taxi.

The Frenchman didn’t have the energy to insult him back. Mathieu stood up and removed his jacket and offered it to his papa. He wouldn’t have taken it if he wasn’t so desperately cold and if he didn’t appreciate and enjoy gifts he received from his kids. The inside of Mathieu’s jacket was really fluffy and warm, like wearing a cloud.

When Arthur was done telling the taxi operator their current location, he hung up the phone and noticed Mathieu gave his jacket to Francis and only wore a red t-shirt.

“Aren’t you cold, Matthew?” He asked his son.

“Nah. It’s only -10°c anyway.” Mathieu shrugged.

Arthur almost choked himself with his saliva at this comment.

“What do you mean, ONLY -10°c? That’s too bloody cold, lad.” Arthur replied, making the taller blond boy laugh. “Even I want to go back inside and get warm. Perhaps get a cup of tea or something.”

“We can wait for your taxi inside the train station if you want.” Mathieu suggested.

The other two didn’t even have to say anything; they both agreed and followed Mathieu inside the train station.

Back at the hotel room, after Arthur took out his own coat, gloves and hat, he helped Francis get undressed and wrapped him around in the fluffy tartan blanket from the bed.

“Sit down on the chair and I’ll light up the fireplace for you.” Arthur requested him.

Francis smiled softly as he sat down in one of the two sofa chairs in front of the fireplace. It didn’t take long for him to sit with his bare feet on the chair, holding his legs close to his body. Arthur took a match out of the matchbox sitting on the top of the fireplace and lit it up. He quickly threw the match inside the fireplace and closed the glass door.

“Right. I’ll get some water boiling for tea. Would you like a cup?” Arthur asked.

“Oui, s’il te plaît.” ¹⁷

Arthur kissed his boyfriend’s red cold cheek and left to the small kitchen to boil some water with the kettle. Francis laid on the side of his head on the chair and watched him, smiling. While Arthur rarely said he loved him or complimented him much, he did care a lot when it mattered. He was there for him if he needed him and of course, Francis would do exactly the same.

Arthur came back with two cups of boiling hot water and put it down on the side table between the two sofa chairs and sat down next to Francis. The Frenchman noticed his boyfriend brought his own tea bags and even thought of bringing Francis’ favourite kind of tea even though he preferred coffee over tea. He watched as Arthur soaked the tea into the cup.

“Are you feeling better, love?”

“Oui. Merci.”

“You’re welcome”

Francis got up from his chair and went to sit on Arthur’s lap.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Francis wrapped his arms around his partner’s neck and kissed him tenderly.

“I love you.” Francis whispered after he was done kissing. Arthur blushed and pulled Francis closer.

“Je t’aime aussi.”¹⁸ Arthur whispered back.

Translation:

¹ “I promise you a great time.”

² “It’s too easy to tease you”

³ “We don’t have winter like this back home, do we?”

⁴ “Yeah. At least, it’s better than your rain for 10 months a year.”

⁵ “You know the Queen isn’t coming today, right?”

⁶ “Can you help me, my love?”

⁷"What? One hour? We won't even have time to have sex."

⁸ "I must be at the top of myself. I can't go out like a poor peasant. Who do you think I am?"

⁹ “It’s gorgeous, right?”

¹⁰ “I have a scarf that would look good with it. Anyway, we won’t stay long outside. Who in their right mind would stay outside in that kind of weather?”

¹¹ “I don’t need your pity. I’ll order a nice hot coffee and I’ll be fine.”

¹² “It’s true

¹³ “Ah. I’m sorry, my love.”

¹⁴ “What about going shopping? Wouldn’t it be nice, would it? You told me about a shopping mall with a mini theme park inside, didn’t you?”

¹⁵ “Are you ok, dad?”

¹⁶“Yeah”

¹⁷ “Yes please.”

¹⁸ “I love you too.”

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Can I have a smut shot of kyoya tamaki hikaru and kaoru?? :3

Ahhh, my favorite boys. Yes, yes you can, anon :)

Tamaki Suoh

It was another Friday afternoon, meaning your boyfriend was still at Ouran Academy. He was hosting, as per usual, which left you waiting for him for hours. You practically flopped on the bed once you got back to Tamaki’s house, pulling out your laptop to watch Netflix to pass the time. You pick out a new movie called Only.

About an hour passes, and you hear a door squeak open from downstairs. Tamaki. You smiled to yourself, knowing your boyfriend would be up soon.

The bedroom door opened fairly quickly, your eyes darting to the handsome blonde in front of you. Although, he wasn’t being his usual cheerful and bubbly self.

“Hey, baby, how was your d—” you began to say softly, being cut off by Tamaki’s body colliding on your own. You wrap your arms around him as his head nuzzled into the space between your neck and left shoulder.

“Horrible,” he sighed solemnly. You ran your hands over his back.

“What happened?”

“Just… those shady twins,” he grumbled. “They embarrassed me in front of everyone today.”

“Aw, baby, I’m sorry,” you softly spoke. He then sat up, causing you to lean back against the headboard, “do you wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head.

“No, but thank you, my love.”

You two sat quietly for a few moments before a great idea popped into your head. You sat up slightly, putting your hand on Tamaki’s thigh.

“Why don’t I cheer you up?” you smirked as you saw Tamaki look down at your hand, a blush forming across his cheeks.

“I-uh—oh,” he stuttered as your hand moved up his leg and to his dress pants, your fingers toying with his belt.

“Shhh, baby... let me help you...”

“Um... oh, okay,” he mumbled.

Deciding not to tease him, you undid his belt and removed him from his pants. Taking him in your hand, you began to stroke his shaft. It wasn’t long before you felt him harden in your hand, making you smirk.

“Princess,” he groaned.

You gave him a coy look from underneath your lashes.

“Yes, daddy?” You questioned.

At that, his hips stuttered. You could tell his resolve was beginning to weaken. I just want him to relax, he’s had such a hard day.

“Fuck, tu es tout pour moi,” he groaned.

Oh, you thought. I have no idea what he’s saying, but it’s so sexy when he speaks French.

Giving a slight moan at the grumble of his voice, you began placing kittenish licks on his shaft. Teasingly, you ran your tongue along his ridge. Not long after, a hand found its way into your hair. Becoming impatient, Tamaki gave a gentle tug, encouraging you to take him into your mouth. Making eye contact with him once more, you take him all the way down to the base. From above you, you heard him release a deep groan.

“Fuck, my beautiful girl. Just like that.”

The rumble of his voice shot heat straight to your core. Filled with a new sense of determination, you began to bob your head up and down. His pleased whines and groans floating down to you did nothing but encourage you. You swirled your tongue around him, and, reflexively, his hips jerked. Tears welled in your eyes, and Tamaki began to panic. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?” The worry in his voice made your heart melt. He is so sweet, you thought. Smiling at him comfortingly, you took him back into your mouth, sucking him with vigor. Soon, you felt him relax once more. It wasn’t long before the hand in your hair tightened, and you could tell he was nearing his release.

You doubled your efforts, desperate to make him come. He whined, muttering praises under his breath. His hips jerked, and you felt hot bursts of come fill your mouth. Swallowing, you rose on your knees to be face to face with Tamaki.

“How was that, daddy?” You asked coyly.

Panting, he gave a satisfied smile.

“Thank you, darling. I really needed that.”

“Of course baby,” you replied. “I hate seeing you upset.”

“Your turn?,” he questioned, looking a little hopeful.

You laughed. “No sweetheart, tonight was about you.”

He looked conflicted. “Are you sure, because I don’t mind, I swear. You know I love taking care of you.”

God, what a sweet boy. “Yes, I’m sure, honey,” you murmured with a lovesick smile.

He cupped your face and gave you a loving kiss.

“Je t'aime, angel,” he murmured with an adoring smile on his face.

Giggling, you replied: “Je t'aime, my prince.”

Kyoya Ootori

You sighed as you kicked off your heels at the door, it felt great to be home after a long night out with your friends, and now you just wanted to go to sleep with your loving boyfriend, Kyoya.

You quietly walk upstairs, just in case he is already asleep. Upon opening the door, you see the silhouette of Kyoya in front of the bright laptop screen.

“Goddamn it,” you heard him grumble under his breath, “how did he go over our budget again?”

Tamaki, you thought. You knew how reckless he could be with the Host Club’s money.

“Another budget issue?” You quietly asked, wrapping your arms across Kyoya’s shoulders.

He was still tense even at your touch.

“Yeah,” he muttered as his fingers were typing away at the keyboard, “the damn idiot went overboard yet again, and I’m the one who has to resolve the issue.”

“I mean, you could always sell more promotional items, right? I’m sure girls would love to pay for that.”

“Yes, but that means drawing money out of the school’s budget.

“Oh... right.”

He sighed out of frustration and slammed his laptop shut, turning his chair in order to look at you. You were still in your tight, low V-necked dress. He ran his hands down your sides until they landed on your waist.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Where did you head off to?”

You blushed slightly. Kyoya didn’t normally show much affection, but when he did, it had a huge effect on you.

“Didn’t I tell you I went out with some friends? We went to this new club downtown to dance.”

He bit his lip, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he guided you to sit on his lap, faces just inches apart.

“So, you’re telling me other people saw you like this? I thought that body was only to be shown off to me, Y/N...”

You blushed. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Hmmm, I think it’s time I showed you who you belong to.”

His deep voice had your knees weakening.

“What, what do you mean, sir?” You nervously replied.

Instead of responding, you felt his large and warm hand settle on your upper thigh.

“O-oh,” you stuttered.

“Sh, baby. I’m taking what’s mine.”

His hand spread your legs and lifted up your dress. He teased your inner thighs with his fingers, and then began rubbing circles on your clothed pussy. You gave a low moan, and he chuckled in response.

“Please sir.”

“Please what, babygirl. Use your words,” he smirked.

You whined, “sir, please. I need more.”

“Need more what? Come on baby, you can do better than that.”

Your resolve faded away, and you moaned. “More of you, sir. Please, give me your fingers.”

Kyoya chuckled once more. “I guess that can be arranged, baby girl.”

His fingers moved up your thigh and pulled your panties aside. You whined and wriggled your hips, desperate for some pressure. He moaned at your eagerness, and finally gave in, running his fingers up and down your slit. You groaned and pushed yourself down against him. Sliding in a finger, he moaned at your wetness.

“Look at you, baby. So wet already. What would your friends think if they knew how much of a slut you are?”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words. His deep voice and dirty talk never failed to make you tremble. At your response, he began to finger you roughly in his frustration, causing you to cry out. You gripped the arms of the chair tightly, turning your knuckles white. He added another finger, and you moaned helplessly.

“That’s it, my little slut, moaning so prettily for me.” His voice had dropped an octave, and it made your thighs clench.

Determined to make you scream his name, he began to speed up his movements. You squealed in response, and pushed your hips down onto his hand. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself tighten around his fingers, and Kyoya gave a deep groan at the feeling.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for your daddy,” he murmured into your ear.

At his words, you gave one last loud moan and came, clenching his fingers tightly. As you came down from your high, Kyoya stroked you softly, helping you along.

When you finally came, you opened your eyes and met his beautiful ones. You cuddled into him, sighing softly.

“Oh, babygirl. Did you really think we were done?”

Hikaru Hitachiin

You had two hours before you had to pick up Hikaru, your boyfriend, from the airport. So, you decide to do what any normal girlfriend would do: send him some revealing pictures.

You quickly undress out of your T-shirt and sweatpants, and rush to your dresser. You pull out a red, lacy, strappy lingerie, which happened to be Hikaru’s favorite.

Once you put on some light makeup and do your hair, you pull out your phone to take a couple of photos. The picture you select to send to him, however, is a simple mirror shot  with your hand slightly in your underwear.

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You: I wish you were the one touching me ;)

About an hour passed, and by that time you had changed into proper clothes. You are walking out to your car when you hear your phone buzz.

Hikaru: Fucking hell Y/N, you better be ready for me.

You smirk, knowing you have him exactly where you want him.

You finally reach your destination, heading for the gate where his brother told you he would be. You sit down in a nearby row of chairs, browsing through your phone for a few minutes until a pair of feet come into your point of view. You look up to see none other than your boyfriend.

“Oh hey, babe, how was your flight?”

He looks flustered, a slight blush rising on his cheeks.

“My flight?!” He near-whispers, “we’ve got a bigger issue to worry about other than my flight!”

You chuckle, your eyes darting to his pants.

“Oh really? What is the bigger issue?”

He rolls his eyes before kneeling down to your level, whispering a little more quietly.

“Did you not see the issue? I had to take off my sweatshirt to cover myself during whole flight, and it was freezing on that plane!”

You look back down at your phone with a smirk on your face.

“Huh, I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

You say playfully.

He grabs your hand, quickly pulling you to your feet.

“Fine,” he starts pacing before he drags you along, “then I guess I have to show you what I’m talking about, yeah?”

You giggle as Hikaru mutters curses under his breath, looking around as if he was searching for some place to go.

“Finally! Christ!” he shouts, dragging you into a unisex bathroom and into one of the stalls.

A mischievous look settles on your face.

“Oh, Hikaru... a bathroom? We need to solve this issue in the bathroom?”  

He rolls his eyes.

“Yes, Y/N, you’re the one who caused the issue for me with that tease of a picture.”

“Uh huh,” you start, moving your hands to his waist as you toy with the elastic of his sweatpants, “I was only showing you how much I missed your touches, and now I want to pay that forward.”

One hand remains on Hikaru’s waist as the other makes its way to his face to cup his cheek. You pull him into a kiss, at which one point Hikaru nips your bottom lip in hopes for entrance. You happily oblige. Your left hand slowly makes its way under his sweatpants and into his boxers.

Taking him into your hand, you begin to expertly stroke his shaft, hearing him give a low moan at your motions. This encouraged you to speed up, making him putty in your hands.

After a few minutes, his groans grow louder and he begins to tense. Knowing he is about to come, you drop to your knees and take him into your mouth. With one last shout, he grabs your hair and comes into your mouth.

Swallowing, you look up at him. He gives you an amused glance.

“What? I was trying to contain the mess. We are in public after all.”

Kaoru Hitachiin

The bouncing of Kaoru’s leg definitely does not help him focus on the teacher in front of him. His mind is running a mile a minute due to the scandalous little rendezvous you and him shared last night. In fact, the memories are still clear in his mind as his fingers brush against his collarbone.

Flashback

“Hikaru,” Kaoru near-whispered, “keep still! I don’t want to fall!”

“I’m trying! Tell Y/N to hurry up and open the door, or else I’m gonna drop you. My shoulders can’t take this forever!”

Kaoru rolled his eyes as he hoisted himself up onto your balcony and peered into your room. You were brushing your hair when you suddenly saw your boyfriend’s reflection in your vanity’s mirror.

You rushed over to your sliding glass door, letting Kaoru in. You stifled a giggle as you two sat on the bed.

“Kaoru! When you texted me you were gonna come over, I didn’t think you actually meant it!”

“Well, I mean, your place is on the way,” he nervously replied.

You smiled at him adoringly. “The way? And where exactly were you headed at two in the morning?”

He gave an embarrassed cough, averting his eyes from yours. “I just really missed you, okay?”

You placed your hand on his, running your thumb back and forth across it.

“I missed you too, baby,” you murmured.

Kaoru’s cheeks tinted pink as he made eye contact with you once again. Your faces gradually moved closer, as if something was pushing you both.

Your lips finally interlocked, while Kaoru’s hands landed on your waist, pulling you closer. Your arms draped across his shoulders. Your tongue barely touched his bottom lip, begging for entrance, which you were granted. You felt Kaoru pull you close to his chest as he laid against the headboard. You giggled against his lips before you slowly pulled away.

He gave you a confused look, to which you replied with a smirk. Your lips went to the side of his neck, pressing soft kisses as you trailed down to his collarbone. Kaoru let out a hum, and you knew you found his sweet spot.

You took the skin in between your lips and gently sucked, hearing him softly moan at the touch. You took this opportunity to nip the area a couple of times, quickly running your tongue over it as your saliva relieved the pain.

End of Flashback

“Mr. Hitachiin, do we need to have a chat after class?”

Kaoru looks up and quickly shakes his head.

“No sir! All good here!”

3:00 comes quickly, and instead of heading to Music Room 3 as he normally does, Kaoru heads directly out of the doors of Ouran Academy.

The next thing he knows, he is at your front door, frantically knocking until you finally open it and let him inside.

“Kaoru? Aren’t you supposed to be—“

He cuts you off with his lips meeting yours, and almost immediately you feel his hands run through your hair. You feel him gently push you until your back is against the door.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day, sweetheart,” you hear him mumble under his breath. “I wanna try something if that’s okay with you?”

You quickly nod, knowing words would take too long to describe how much you want him.

And with that, Kaoru drops to his knees, giving you a smirk before lifting up your dress to your knees. You giggle softly as you feel his teeth pull at the elastic of your underwear, which slowly drop to your feet.

“You sure you’re okay with this Y/N?” You hear ask as his fingers begin to tease your inner thighs.

“Yes. Please, Kaoru. I need you.”

He doesn’t hesitate for much longer before his tongue licks a stripe up your pussy, making you shudder at his touch. He speeds up his movements as his fingers work circles on your clit, earning him a soft moan. This isn’t enough motivation for him though, so his tongue begins to fixate on your clit. His lips start to suck gently, and you can feel your orgasm coming quickly.

“K-Kaoru...I’m gonna...”

You hear him hum against your clit, the vibration shooting through you as your orgasm almost peaks.

You immediately hike up your dress with one hand, your eyes finally coming into view of the top of his head. The other hand gently grasps his auburn hair, to which Kaoru lets out a low moan. It isn’t long before you come, spilling your juices into Kaoru’s mouth. He looks up at you and licks his lips, but his face is quickly overtaken with a nervous look.

“D-did I do alright?”

You chuckle.

“Oh, you did more than alright.”

-Admin Maddie 

[peculiarmindset]

The Chinese Firecracker Fart - This is an exceptional multiple noted fart identified by the number, and variety of its noises, mostly pops and bangs. Often when you think it is all over, it still has a few pops and bangs to go. In friendly company this one can get applause. Uncommon.

*This is the third and the final part of ‘The Biggest Fart Ever’ Trilogy (I don’t even know how this ended up as a trilogy- I swear I never planned for it to be- it just happened, lol). So I suggest you read my other two stories first of you haven’t already: ‘The Biggest Fart in the World Fart’ and ‘The Sonic Boom Fart’.

This is my fic for New Years (I posted my Christmas fic yesterday so make sure to read it in case you haven’t yet). I’m posting it early cause I’m gonna take a short break from tumblr this week. I’ll also be busy celebrating on New Year’s Eve, but on New Year’s Day I’ll be back and I will be posting the first chapter of my long-awaited second HP story! So please enjoy (heads up: the story below is a bit NSFW) and see you all in 2022! 😘🎇🎉🎊🎍🧧🎆

“Oh, Draco. I-urrp! Oh, excuse me. But I’m so glad you suggested to travel for New Years this year.” Harry sighed as he and Draco came back to their hotel room.

For New Years, Draco suggested that the couple go to Paris, France to celebrate the upcoming year.

Harry had been a bit hesitant at first, due to they usually celebrated the holidays with their friends and family, but now he was glad that he agreed to go- not only was France beautiful during the New Years, but he loved having his husband to himself to celebrate with just the two of them.

The married couple had just came back from enjoying the celebrations going on in town, where the Arc De Triumphe at Place Charles de Gaulle was.

They had feasted on a wide variety of foods and drinks while receiving warm greetings of “Bonnes fêtes de fin d’année!” (which was a pre-welcoming to the New Years that literally meant “Happy end of the year celebrations”) from the shopkeepers and townsfolk alike.

After they ate their fill of France’s traditional New Year’s cuisines such as foie gras, oysters and plenty of champagne, they decided that they had enough of the crowds and headed back to their hotel room to welcome the new year together.

The hotel they had booked was very high class and was the located right in the area where the epicenter of France’s New Year’s Party was- The Champs-Elysées.

In fact, their hotel room had the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, which was known to display a light show at the stroke of midnight for New Years.

The couple went straight to their bedroom, snogging on top of their bed, groping each other fervently as they enjoyed the feel of having one another in their arms.

“Hmm…I love being in France. It gives me the perfect reason to french kiss you anytime I want to.” Harry grinned as he did just that.

Draco chuckled when his tongue was finally released from the other’s delicious playing. “Mmm…as if you need a reason to snog me, Mr. Malfoy-Potter. Urrp! Oh, excusez moi!” Draco blushed as small burp came out unexpectedly.

Even though he had vowed just last week to never eat too much during the holidays, Draco once again overindulged for the New Years- consuming everything that the streets and little shops offered, and especially took second helpings of their sweets.

But Draco couldn’t help it- they were in France for Merlin’s sake!

Harry grinned as he felt Draco pressing their groins together suggestively. “You’re absolutely right, Mr. Malfoy-Potter and did I mention that you speaking french is so sexy.” Draco smirked as he pulled their lips together again.

They both continued to snog until things started to gradually heat up between them.

Pulling away once more, Harry caught his breath, lifting his arms when Draco began to remove his shirt.

Just as Draco was unbuttoning his own top the blond noticed the time on the small clock on their bedside table. “Oh, it’ll be midnight soon. Let’s open the curtains so we can see the fireworks.” He told Harry.

Harry nodded excitedly. “Yeah! I bet it’ll be great welcoming the new year with me balls deep inside of you while the fireworks are going off around us.” He said in a sultry voice.

Draco gave him a heated grin. “And if I wanted to come inside of you instead?”

Harry winked. “I’m open to anything, dear.”

As Draco got up from the bed to get the curtains, he suddenly paused when he felt his stomach give a loud gurgle.

Cheeks reddening, Draco slowly sat back down on the bed.

“Draco?” Harry called out to him, sitting on the bed with only his boxers on as he raised a questioning eyebrow at the other. Draco avoided his eyes as the blond briefly debated whatever was on his mind.

Sighing, Draco decided to just bite the snitch- there was no way he was gonna make it to the loo in time- and said, “I have to…fart.” He haltingly admitted, thinking he was probably more tipsy than he thought since he had just confessed to his husband about his gassy situation.

Harry was able to hear the soft admittance and perked up at the other’s words. “Really?”

Draco grumbled under his breath, mostly about how he really should stop binging during the holidays, and nodded reluctantly.

“Well…” Harry gestured, giving Draco the okay to proceed. Draco sighed again and just gave him a pout.

BrrrrrrrrrrrRRRTTTTT!

Draco’s fart started off normally, very bubbly, then slowly the volume picked up and ended on a raspberry note.

Harry giggled as Draco’s face was nearly a tomato red at that point. “That wasn’t so bad- doesn’t even hold a candle to the one you let out during Christmas or even Thanksgiving.” Harry pointed out, trying to make his husband feel better.

Draco harrumphed as he pushed off the bed to finally deal with those curtains. “It’s still embarrassing!” He whined, sending a glare as Harry continued to giggle.

Never mind- with the level of embarrassment he was feeling, Draco was without a doubt sober. He now actually wished he was drunk to forget this moment.

Returning to the bed, Draco quickly rid of his clothes and thrown himself over Harry’s body, quickly silencing Harry’s giggles with his lips.

“Okay, I call top first.” Draco ordered, shoving Harry’s boxers off.

Harry grinned as he opened his legs wide and welcomed his lover willingly. “That’s fine with me.”

Afterwards, they both gasped, panting hard as they caught their breaths.

Getting down from their highs, they both smiled lovingly at one other as they waited for their bodies to recover from their climax before they began round two.

Slipping out of Harry, Draco grinned when Harry made an incoherent noise as a wet ‘pop’ could be heard.

Moving off of Harry and going on his side, they both cuddled on the bed as they exchanged more sloppy kisses and touches between them.

“Mmm…okay, my turn.” Harry pushed himself up and moved on top Draco now.

Just as Draco opened his legs, the alarm from the clock inside their room went off, alerting them that it was nearly midnight soon.

“Oh time for the countdown.” Draco noted as he looked back to Harry and pulled the other closer. “Shall we start the new year with you inside of me?” He winked.

Harry beamed as he nodded his head hard. “Can’t think of a better way to welcome the year, love.”

10…

9…

Harry put his hands on Draco’s hips as he looked down to see Draco’s pucker looking very inviting for his member to come inside.

8…

7…

Draco had his own arms wrapped around the back of Harry’s neck, his stomach bubbling in anticipation as Harry happily counted down to New Years out loud.

6…

5…

4…

Draco started to realize that his belly was bubbling a little too much for it only to be out of anticipation.

Harry didn’t notice Draco starting to frown as he brought himself closer to his husband.

3…

Draco’s eyes widened in horror as he felt a bubble drop down to his bum, just as he felt Harry’s cock press against his hole.

2…

1…

“Happy new year.” Harry whispered, touching his lips to Draco’s.

But suddenly Harry found their lips being ripped apart as Draco shoved him away.

“What-“ Harry began but suddenly stopped as he met with horrified grey eyes staring back widely at him.

And then the sound of fireworks went off outside…

…or what Harry thought were coming from outside.

PHHHHBBBBBLLLTT! BLLLRRTT! BRAP! BRAP! PPRRRTTT! PPRRRTT….

Feeling something warm against him, Harry looked away from Draco’s horrorstruck expression to look down and saw Draco’s arsehole opened wide as it let out large amounts of gas from within.

Draco farted.

No, Draco was currently farting.

And that was putting it lightly.

What was coming out of his husband wasn’t just a cacophony of flatus, nor was it a symphony of gas like the previous two farts that Harry had the privilege to witness before.

No, this was even more monumental than all of those farts put together.

This was a fireworks display in and of itself- a sheer pandemonium of pure flatulence.

As the lights and sparkles from the fireworks bursting outside lit up the night sky from their hotel window, France’s fireworks display had nothing on the show that Harry was experiencing from his husband at that moment.

The exploding sounds that erupted from Draco derrière overshadowed the fireworks outside. All that Harry’s ears could hear was the pops and bangs as every single fart was shot out, loud and proud, and in quick succession as there was no stop in between.

The sounds of TOOTS and POOTS, the more nastier sounds of BLOOPS and BLORPS, and with a massive SPLURRRT at one point that Harry could have sworn left Draco’s pucker questioningly moist, was all that penetrated Harry’s ears.

The stench of his husband’s gas was simply indescribable.

It was to the point that Harry’s nose had literally broke or had shut down, which was a good thing since if it turned back on, Harry would have definitely been upchucking all the French pastries and the escargots that he had eaten that day.

But his mind was able to register the deep stench of pungent rotten cheese and pure shit in the air. Any more than that, was something Harry simply could not find the right words to describe how powerful the smell it was.

And this time, it wasn’t only the sounds and smells that Harry was witnessing- he was now able to actually look and feel Draco’s farts against him as well.

Harry could see the muscles of Draco’s abdomen working as it tightened whenever an incoming fart was about to erupt, and then the muscles would relax once the fart was released. This was also the same for his bumcheeks- Harry watched Draco’s pale globes tightened then relax in an almost rhythmic session.

Draco’s hole opened wide with every fart that came out, the inside dark but Harry was amazed that it looked as if Draco’s arse had a mouth of its own and was literally shouting, no, belching out air!

At particularly long farts, Draco’s arse hole would stay wide open, and Harry could swear that he could see it shake around the edges.

And the feel of it was what affected Harry the most out of all the sensations.

Every single fart that Draco gave off, his arse released hot air that Harry could feel caress his own body, feeling the gas seep through him, warming him up.

It was a strange feeling that even though they were in the middle of winter, Harry felt as if he were in a sauna right now.

When Draco’s gas slowly died down and Harry saw his husband’s pucker closed itself tight up again, Harry was left completely speechless.

He looked up at his husband’s face and saw the expression of sheer relief mixed with deep horror at what had occurred. Draco looked just as speechless as Harry did right now.

“Drac-“ Harry started, but quickly stopped when Draco gripped his right arm tightly.

“Nnghhh!” Draco’s mortified face twisted painfully as he involuntarily grunted out loud.

BRAP-BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

And Harry could see exactly when Draco’s arsehole opened wide once more, apparently not as done as they both had initially thought.

And this time, it was not only filled with more pops and bangs, but the farts coming out this second round were similar to the first two holiday farts- long, wet, spluttering and downright massive.

“Uh, nngh..ngh! Uhhh…” This time, Harry could clearly hear the soft grunts and moans that Draco quietly let out, as more gas forced its way out of him.

It was like there were no holds back any longer- his inner dementors all wanted to come out and Draco was powerless to stop them otherwise.

When finally this all came to a stop once more, Harry this time stared quietly at his husband, prepared to see if more was about to come out.

And come out it did- in one final burst of flatus for its concluding finale.

“UNNNGGGHHH!” Draco let out a loud, guttural growl and his entire body was straining as he bore down.

PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTT!

Harry saw Draco’s hole open up the widest that he had ever seen it open, as it howled loudly up to the skies, in a cry of pure vulgarness and freedom.

The final fart left no room for any thought, taking up everything around it and leaving nothing left in its wake.

As silence finally settled around the both of them, they both laid there, exhausted (even Harry, and he wasn’t even the one farting!)

It took some time for the couple to put themselves back together after that extraordinary display of flatulence, both of them just staring at the other in a daze.

Draco had closed his eyes right when it was all over, just waiting like a prisoner waiting for his death sentence, not brave enough to look at what Harry’s reaction would be to his most shameful, disgusting display right in their bed for the other to actually experience full on with him.

When he suddenly heard slow clapping, Draco opened his eyes immediately and stared at his husband, who was the source of the sound, in confusion.

Harry was beaming at him, his lovely green eyes wide in wonder. “That was…Merlin, Dray. Not only the farts itself but your entire body that was able to produced all that gas….that was BLOODY BRILLIANT!”

Harry gave his baffled husband a sheepish look. “I think I may have a fart fetish after all.” He added, finally accepting it as fact.

And with that, Draco couldn’t help but burst out in laughter.

Harry grinned at his hysterical husband, waiting as he watched the blond flail around the bed, holding himself due to laughing so hard.

Draco got a hold of himself again, still laughing a bit but was no longer looking like a maniac.

As Harry reached up to wipe away the blond’s tears (tears from his earlier laughter and out of pure relief that Harry wouldn’t indeed divorce him after all) Draco smiled widely at Harry. “I can’t believe I married such a madman. But I guess I’m not surprised at all, you barmy, beautiful wanker.” He said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Instead of fighting against it anymore, Draco decided right then and there to just accept his fate and just be grateful that his truly horrendous flatulence at least wasn’t a turn off for the love of his life.

Slytherin through and through, Draco might as well just use this to his advantage for the future.

Harry chuckled along with Draco as they both hugged one another tightly. “Great! Well, now that you know that I don’t find your farts gross nor that you don’t find me gross for actually liking it, shall we continue celebrating the new year together?”

Draco gave him a warm smile as he leaned in to kiss Harry gently on the lips as he nodded. “Of course. But I call top again this time too. My arsehole is still smarting from earlier.”

They both giggled as they knew exactly what hard obstacles Draco’s bum had just gone through. “No problem, love. Come here.” Harry opened himself to the other.

As Draco moved his body over Harry, Harry smiled as he opened his arms and legs to invite his husband inside him once more.

“Happy New Year, Draco.” Harry told him as he wrapped his arms around the other.

“Happy New Year, Harry.” Draco returned the smile and they both leaned forward to capture their lips into their first of many kisses as they celebrated the brand new year together.

[twilightdruig]

waterloo

pairing/s: ron weasley x fem!reader

summary: (part 1 of mamma mia! series) y/n wants to travel the world, search for her own destiny. but here she was, in france spending time with an attractive ginger-headed man and ends up taking him taking her to lunch and her taking his virginity.

warnings: mamma mia!au, muggle!au, alludes to sex, reader has mommy issues

words: 1.1k

a/n: fleur in this has the role of rosie but acts like tanya and vice versa to dawn (my oc). i copied a bunch of lines from the mamma mia script. there will be multiple parts to this series btw :)

“she didn’t come. she didn’t come! my mother. can you believe she didn’t come!?” y/n exclaimed frustratedly, then sighed “she never comes and every time, it surprises me.” y/n was completely and utterly pissed her mother didn’t attend her graduation. 7 whole years of her life wanting to make her mother proud and she doesn’t even bother to see. “i am not going home. not for a long time.”

“ah the old ‘stay away as punishment’ ploy.” fleur, one of y/n’s best — sister-like friends giggled. the three newly grads were sitting on the balcony of y/n’s flat talking about their future, past, and basically anything that comes to mind.

“i tried that, but my parents just rented out my room… and sold my dog” dawn interjected, waving a lazy finger in the air.

“no, it’s not a punishment. it’s the opposite. like a gift to myself!” y/n jabbered with crazy hand gestures.

“where will you go?” fleur queried and raised an eyebrow.

“anywhere — everywhere!” y/n gushed as she drank more of her butterbeer “life is short, the world is wide and… i want to make some memories!”

“in other words, you’re leaving us” dawn voiced.

“oh” fleur faltered.

“hey! no, most definitely not! you both know i never would” y/n chided “we’ll always have each other! i’m just putting out something for our future”

she chuckled, trying to clear the air “come on”. she dragged the two girls inside to pack up her things for her ‘adventure to search for destiny’

—

y/n was here. she was in france! she wandered around the city dragging her trunk and looking for a place to stay.

she found herself in an unattended lobby wanting to ask for a room. she rang the desk bell a few times, no one came to accommodate her. she decided to just take a key or wander around behind the desk.

“uh, excusez moi?” a man’s voice stuttered behind her, she gasped.

“oh, bonjour, mademoiselle.” she found a young ginger man with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“um... uh, je suis locked out de ma chambre.” he stammered once again.

“oh, i don't... uh, je, um... put my tray out, uh, dans le corridor, mais, uh, malheureusement quand je, um... turned back, uh, la porte était fermée.” he tried speaking french again.

“et maintenant, j-je need une, uh, uh... uh, spare key, uh, uh, pour, uh, reentrer dans la chambre.” he babbled.

“s'il vous plaît, mademoiselle.” he finally finished his nervous rant.

“sorry? i didn’t quite understand. could you say all that again?” he prodded down the stairs to talk to her face-to-face.

“oui. je suis — hold on one second.” he sputtered, face contorted into confusion.

“i don’t work here. although, my friend fleur is very good at french.” y/n giggled, eyes crinkling.

“well… i should call the police?” he began to pick up the phone.

“i’d rather you don’t” she sets the phone down.

“they probably wouldn’t understand my french anyway” he sighed and looked down, remembering he was still technically undressed

“uh, ron. ron weasley” he offered his hand out to shake.

“y/n. l/n.” she gestured back and smiled.

“would you wanna, maybe, go out for lunch?” he added “maybe after i get back in my room though” he gestured to his state, half naked, towel wrapped around his waist.

“yes, yes. of course” she laughed.

—

“so ronald,” the two were laughing and walking around the notre dame, the eiffel tower and other tourist spots they ended up in “you used to work as a policeman?”

“yes. i’m afraid so. my father more or less got me the job. me and my best friend actually” he sighed, looking into the distance “i guess, we’re fulfilling our destinies”

she sighed as well “i’m searching for mine. i have this feeling it’s in greece.”

“greece? really? why greece?” he turned to look at her this time.

“i’ll find out when i get there. i’m leaving tomorrow” she avoided his eyes.

“tomorrow? already?” he tried to hide the disappointment in his voice while also avoiding eye contact.

she nodded.

“right. better move fast.”

when the two of them fell into comfortable silence, ron breaks it between them again.

“um, would you mind carrying your bag on the other side?”

“uh, sure… why?”

“well, 'cause — the hand nearest me would fall straight down, and mine could sort of brush against it.” he admitted “and then i could take your hand in mine in a totally natural and spontaneous way.”

“you could literally could’ve just asked to hold my hand” she teased.

“yes, of course — of course. that was plan b” he stammered for the god knows how many times today.

“you’re a massive stutterer aren’t you” she teased.

“well, i get that a lot.” he shakes his (probably) beet red face in embarrassment

—

they found themselves in a dainty little restaurant near the eiffel tower.

“it’s not just greece generally, it’s a specific place,” she paused “at the far end, there’s an island, kalokairi. and people used to think if you sailed on from there, you’d fall off the edge of the world! that genuinely sounds like the place for me” she could go on and on about it but she figured maybe this attractive man sitting opposite from her wouldn’t be so interested.

“o-of course. absolutely. yes.” he awkwardly smiled “um, but now, maybe? maybe… we could change the subject? a little bit? and maybe talk about the pros and cons of spending the night together?”

“wow! okay! slow down there, loverboy” she chuckled “bold move” she bit off a piece of bread and pointed to him.

“because, from my point of view, i mean, it kinda seems to be pretty much all upside wi-with very little reason not to just get on with it straight.”

“hm… my family don't really react well to foreign romances. years ago, my mum was in central america, and she had her heart broken into a million little pieces.” she slightly exaggerates.

“right… yeah, fair enough. i’m sure you’re correct.”

“mm-hmm”

“although, there’s one more reason though. you'd be doing me a huge favor because... yeah, this — this would be my first time.” ron has been admitting quite a lot to a stranger he’s only met, y/n thought.

she snorts at this, she may have thought it was adorable though.

“you’re kidding!”

“no… it’s actually a thing i do… to-to make me look cool. no, i’m not kidding”

“ron,” she goes to reach for his hand from across the table “we just met today.”

“yes but — when you know, you know. when you fall, you fall. and when you’re defeated by love, you’re utterly defeated.”

this was the first time y/n has blushed this hard in a long, long time.

—

y/n ended up agreeing to ron’s little proposal. and that was the reason she was in this young man’s bed cradling him at her side.

“that was the absolute best thing that’s ever happened to me” ron gasped “but it’s been a crazy but good life, you know? full of happy things, but… that was the best of them”

when she didn’t respond, ron felt the need to converse more with her about the events that has just happened.

“did you enjoy..? no, don’t answer that… but did you?” he looked up from where he was being cuddled.

“it was lovely” in all honesty this boy lasted quite long for his first time, she was impressed.

“thank you” he got the validation he needed from this beautiful woman he’s only met today.

“no, thank you” she objected before the two dozed off.

[bellylivesthepoguelife]

meeting. John B x Sarah

Request: hiiiii, #1 I’m in love with youre john b & Sarah stories 🥺 ~ they need more stories!!!   I wanted to submit a request! “Smiling between kisses” is so so sweet, and I know that it’s not on the prompt list~ but I want someone to write about the first moments they meet their baby. 🤎 together.

Word Count: 1.9K

Warning: This bit does include a pretty intense labor scene (due to a super protective John B). As someone who has suffered a stillbirth, I know full well how triggering scenes like these can be. Please just take care of yourselves, and proceed with caution in you are sensitive to this.

Note From Moi: I have been *SO* excited about this request since I got it! I didn’t even plan on it going hand in hand with i need you. but hey, sometimes things just work out! I hope you like it, and let me know what you think! :) Enjoy! 

[photo from: fashion-orasi]

"You're doing so good, Sarah!" The rail on the side of the bed John B is kneeling has been lowered to allow him to be as close as possible to a laboring Sarah. Given all of the fear they had talked through in the past 8 months, and how she was not afraid then to admit how terrified she was, John B couldn't believe her level of calm. There was no trace of fear in her body language at all. She simply was focused. When their doctor had come in 20 minutes ago and told her that it was time to start pushing, John B thought for sure he would need to bring her back from the edge of "totally freaking out". He was floored when she simply said, "Okay."

As the nurses had started preparing the room, they asked if there was anything she needed before they began. He was already next to her, holding her hand, and whispering how proud he was, how strong she was; though he wasn't sure if it was an attempt to give her strength, or to calm his heart rate which was creeping higher and higher. So he was quite surprised when her only request was to lower the side rail, and for John B to be as close as he physically could be. Of course he wasn't complaining at all, and whatever she wanted she would get, but the gesture that ensured he was comfortable as well didn't go unnoticed by him.

Sarah Cameron. In active labor, about to bring their child into the world, and she was still making sure he was taken care of. He'd stopped being amazed by how deep his love ran for her a long time ago. After she told him she was pregnant, he didn't think there was any way that he could love her more when she was giving him the ultimate gift of a child with her, but here he was, in love with her now more than he was then.

They had prepared as much as they were able to for what the labor process would look like. John B didn't hesitate to ask their obstetrician questions at Sarah's appointments, and they had talked extensively about her preferences. Making sure they were both on the same page, and that he would be able to comfort and support her as much as he could was on the top of John B's list. All of that to say: his biggest fear was the amount of pain she would be in. He was absolutely terrified of seeing her in so much agony. They had decided together, that she would get an epidural, and wouldn't shy away from any pain management, should she feel that she needed it. (He was so relieved when they had this particular conversation, because the thought of her telling him that she wanted an all natural birth had caused him more restless nights than he cared to admit.) She had gotten the epidural, and pain medication as she was allowed, resulting in only a few moments where her screwed up face, and whimpering made his heart shatter.

Sarah's slow breath being released from her mouth brought him back to the present. He brought her hand up to his mouth, and pressed gently kisses to the back of her palm. "You're doing so good, Val."

"Are you doing okay, or do you need to take a minute?" The doctor that sat at the end of the bed was looking up at Sarah, trying to gauge how she was fairing.

Sarah's eyes opened and looked to John B. He stared straight back, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights before the car careened into it. "I don't know why you're looking at me, I'm not the one in the middle of active labor." He hadn't planned on saying anything, though, if he did, it definitely was meant to have a comedic undertone to lighten the mood. Instead it came out as borderline hysterical.

Sarah let out a small laugh before her face scrunched up in pain, and she turned her face away from him. "Oh, John B, don't make me laugh."

His heart dropped, and he quickly rubbed her arm, and wrapped his left hand around to support her neck to rub at the knots there. "Okay. My bad, my bad. I'm sorry."

"Alright," the doctor interrupted. "Let's wait until the next contraction comes."

Sarah's eyes are closed as she's focusing on breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth.

John B places a quick kiss on her temple. "I love you so much, Sarah. You are doing so good."

She nods, opening her eyes on an exhale. "You're okay?" She knew how nervous he was about not being able to do anything. For her to be able to focus on the task at hand, she knew she needed clarification that he was alright. Especially after his previous statements.

"I am." He kisses her hand again, smiling in an attempt to show her that he genuinely was. (Even though he genuinely wasn't.)  "Stop worrying about me. You kind of have more important things going on at the moment."

She inhales again, and the doctor, who's eyes are trained on the screen, looks to her. "Alright Sarah, you're having a contraction, so after this breath--same thing we've been doing--push for 10."

Sarah nods in understanding on her exhale, and her face becomes a mask of focus. Eyes closed, face free of the wrinkles of pain. John B supports her neck and squeezes her hand as she begins the cycle again.

His eyes flick from Sarah's face to the doctor as she counts, and back again.

"Perfect, Sarah," their doctor reassures, as his beautiful girlfriend relaxes into the bed again. "I can see the head, so we're going to keep going, okay?"

Sarah nods again, and John B brings her head up as the cycle continues on.

"Come on Sarah," the doctor is coaching, and he knows it's getting close because Sarah's forehead wrinkles as the pain intensifies.

She lets out a sob as they reach numbers 9 and 10, and his hands are moving around, trying to find somewhere to touch that will make her pain diminish even the slightest amount. His heart is in his throat as she sobs again, her breathing now heavier and faster. He's panicking. And apparently he's the only one because the doctor is fucking smiling.

"One more push, Sarah. One more and the head is out."

She's nodding as a few tears stream down her face.

"Do you want to watch, Daddy?" The doctor smiles at him and he has no idea how anyone can be so happy while someone else is clearly in distress.

John B doesn't look away from Sarah, but he immediately shakes his head no.

"It's okay, John B." Sarah opens her eyes and flashes a smile at him. She's telling him it's okay if he leaves her side?! Let's go of his hold on her body?! Does she not realize that holding her is the only thing keeping him from a total mental breakdown right now?!

He hides his fear of leaving her and gives a level, "no, no way." with a shake of his head, though his eyes never leave her.

"Okay," the doctor leaves it alone and he's thankful they're back to focusing on Sarah. "One more push Sarah and the head is going to be out, okay?"

"Okay," she whimpers, preparing to push again.

John B places his head against the side of hers as he holds her, and whispers nothing but how he's so proud of her, how much he loves her, and how close she is. "It's almost over, baby, it's almost over." He's holding her so tight, hoping that if he brings her close enough some of her pain will transfer over to him. Alas, that doesn't work. His closed eyes fill with tears as he apologizes to her. "...I'm so sorry, Sarah. I know it hurts. I'm sorry, but it's almost over. You're doing so good. I'm so proud of you..."

They reach the count of 7 when she releases a loud cry, though it sounds as if it's from shock more than pain. Tears come quicker to John B, his hands are stroking her face, and he doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, just praying that it ends soon.

"You're okay," the doctor reassures, "That's it Sarah, here it comes!"

It's a moment later when loud cries fill the room. Sarah jumps slightly as the sound startles her, and John B only instinct is to hold her tight. Both are sobbing from the overwhelming emotion of the moment.

"Sarah," the doctor is calling her name over the cries, trying to get her to focus. "You still need to push, okay, you have to get the shoulders out- one more push and you'll be holding your baby."

And somehow, someway, Sarah is pushing again, giving a small sob at the pain, and all but forgetting it when the weight of their baby is placed on her chest.

There are hands everywhere. Nurses rubbing and suctioning, Sarah's holding and supporting the new, tiny body, and John B's tightly holding hers. He glances at her bare chest to see the person that's half him, and half her before he hears someone announce: "it's a boy!" And then he's hiding his face in her hair as he cries. And he can't stop.

He can hear the smile in her voice through her tears as she talks to their son, welcoming him into the world. And she's calling for him. "John B." She says, the happiness in her voice infectious. "John B, he's here! He's actually here."

He doesn't know how she understands his repeating words of "He's here" with how much his voice cracks, but she does.

"John B." She says his name softer this time, and she's reaching her hand up to hold his head to hers. Once again, she's comforting him.

He turns his head again, this time resting it on her shoulder as he takes a longer look at their son. His face is wrinkled with cries, and John B is struck by how small he is. He blinks away the tears that blur his vision, needing to look at him longer. He turns to kiss the side of Sarah's head, telling her how good she did. He's crying, but he's smiling, too, as they both look at their son that's cradled against Sarah's chest. There's a blanket around him, holding him to her in order to trap in the heat being passed between mother and son.

Sarah looks to the father of her baby, and her smile is so big he thinks it might hurt. "We did it!" She's celebrating like they just bought a house, not like she just brought a baby into the world.

He kisses her lips, and smiles at her. "You did it." He clarifies.

Neither one of them can stop their smiles as they kiss each other again. It's simple, chaste if you will, but there is so much emotion and happiness conveyed between their soft kisses. Their gaze breaks every so often to look at their child, their baby boy, and they can't believe that he's really, truly, here.

"I love you, John B." She whispers to him while they both stare.

He kisses the side of her head again, completely content with holding her in his arms. "I love you, too."

[lu-undy]

Un-alone, Chapter 18

Here it is!

“Corpus Christi in Texas?”

“Yup, seems your boy’s mobile.” Fred was playing with a toothpick while sitting on the Frenchman’s couch, in his suite. 

Lucien sighed from his bedroom.

“Do we know if he intends to settle there or is his US tour going to last any longer?” He asked. 

“Apparently he had to meet with some folks in New Mexico but intends to settle for real in Texas. Some of his henchmen were spotted there already, but the man himself still has to join his goons.”

“Very well.”

Lucien walked to the telephone and composed a number. 

“Allô? Oui, please let the driver of Agent J know that his stop should not be in New Mexico but at Corpus Christi, in Texas… Many thanks.” Lucien hung up the phone and went back to his room, leaving the door open.

“So you’re goin’ there too or it’s too easy for the great L to take care of, huh?” Fred asked with enough disdain for Lucien to frown from his bedroom. He had laid a suitcase open on his bed and was packing his essentials.

“I am joining him. He is still in training and has no idea how to even dress. How could one expect him to capture an everything-trafficker?” Lucien's voice said from the bedroom. 

"Well, he's still technically in trainin' but you just called him 'Agent J', as if he was official…" Fred took a chocolate from the bowl on the coffee table. Lucien came out of his bedroom with a briefcase in his hand. “Think he has potential?”

"Thank you for letting me know where Mordankovich is." The Frenchman coldly answered and Fred raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t wanna answer?”

“Non.”

“Fair enough…” Fred took another chocolate from the bowl on the table and tossed the wrapping on it. Perle jumped on the table and started playing with the shiny bit of plastic.

“Perle, non.” Lucien came and took the wrapping away from her. “Chocolate is no food for you.”

“Meow!”

“C’est malpoli de répondre.” The Frenchman gently answered.

[It is impolite to talk back.]

Lucien threw the wrappings in the bin and Perle followed him around. 

“What are you gonna do with it?” Fred asked.

“With what?” Lucien answered.

“With the cat? You gonna go to Texas with it? Also, I didn’t know you had a kitty… C’mere…” Fred extended a few fingers to Perle who came to sniff them. “Ouch! She slapped me with her claws!”

Lucien couldn’t help but smirk.

“Perle, ne lui fais pas de mal, s’il te plaît.”

[Perle, don’t harm him, please.]

The American sucked on his bruised finger and frowned. 

"To answer you, Perle is coming along." Lucien said and crouched down next to the cat's travel box. He put a little soft blanket inside and dropped a few treats on it. "Viens, ma belle." 

[Come, my beauty.]

Before obeying, Perle brushed herself on the Frenchman. 

"Oui, tu viens avec moi. Je ne vais pas te laisser toute seule, non?" 

[Yes, you are coming with me. I will not leave you on your own, will I?]

He gently scratched her head and Perle purred. She appreciated the scratches for a while before she decided that she had enough and the smell of those tuna treats inside the travel box was divine…! 

"Never thought you were the pet ownin' type." Fred helped himself to more chocolates. "Hell, you couldn't even bear with people who wanted to work with you…! And now you got a kid and a fuckin' cat!"

"Well, if we are done, Fred…" Lucien walked to the front door. He put his coat on and wrapped a scarf around his neck. "If you don't mind, I need to leave." 

"Oh, sure." Fred took an extra handful of chocolates and left. “Oh, before I forget…” Fred turned from halfway through the hotel corridor. “We’ve got a guy in Texas, E, he’s good with machines and stuff. G'luck!"

A few hours later, Lucien was aboard a plane. He stretched his legs in front of him and sighed as he looked through the window. He was thousands of miles above the ground and as late as it was, he couldn't even see the clouds beneath him. It gave him the impression that he was floating in space, far from the Earth and its problems, in a business class bubble, far from targets, ministries and intelligence agencies.

The lights dimmed out in the plane and most passengers slowly fell in Morpheus' arms. Lucien looked through the infinite darkness.

"Meow?" 

"Dors, ma chérie. Je suis là." 

[Sleep, sweetheart. I am here.] 

Lucien had put Perle in the seat next to him, still in the box. 

"Meow…" She complained. 

"Je sais, c'est moins confortable que dans mon lit, sur le coussin à côté de moi. Mais on est dans un avion." 

[I know, it is less comfortable than my bed, on the pillow next to mine. But we are on a plane."

"Meeeoooow?" She begged and Lucien sighed. He opened the box's door. 

"Tu restes près de moi, d'accord?"

[You stay next to me, understood?]

Perle curled in a ball of fur on her master's lap. He scratched her and she gently purred, blinking slower and slower. 

"Meow." 

"Qu'est-ce que tu veux?" Lucien smiled. He could barely admit it, but he grew fond of Perle in a way he never thought he could. 

[What do you want?]

When he left his suite in his hotel, he had taken a last glance at the living-room, and smiled. That cat had transformed his days as much as it had his environment. Now he had to commit to a routine to feed her, to change the water from her bowl, even though she preferred to drink from a tap, to take care of her. And he had to invest money in toys, scratching posts and even in a soft satin bed that she decided wasn't good enough for her. She preferred to sleep with him and wake him up in the morning, sweet headbutts and rolling purrs. 

"Meow?" She asked. 

"Fine, Fine." Lucien smiled and Perle rolled on her back, looking up at her master with her deep blue eyes. Lucien cleared his throat. 

"Ne m’oublie pas,

[Don’t forget me.]

Je vais devoir m’en aller.

[I have to go.]

Ne m’oublie pas

[Don’t forget me.]

Tu ne dois pas pleurer.

[You must not cry.]

Même quand je suis très loin de toi,

[Even when I am very far from you,]

Tu restes dans mon coeur

[You remain in my heart.]

Je chante en secret chaque soir

[I sing in secret every night]

Pour que tu n’aies plus peur.

[So that you don’t feel scared]

Ne m’oublie pas,

[Don’t forget me,]

C’est à regret que je pars.

[It is with regret that I leave.]

Ne m’oublie pas, 

[Don’t forget me,]

Quand je chante, tu es dans mes bras.”

[When I sing, you are in my arms.]

Lucien smiled. Perle had fallen asleep, just as Jérémy used to when Lucien used to sing this to him, in bed. 

"Sir?" 

Lucien's head swooshed to the feminine voice. It was an air hostess. 

"He is adorable." She said. 

"She is a female, but thank you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What's her name?"

"Perle, or in English, Pearl."

"Beautiful name you gave her…" 

They exchanged a smile. 

"I'm sorry but uh, you're not supposed to let her out of her box for the duration of the flight." 

"I apologise, Mademoiselle. Although, I suppose it doesn't cause too much of an issue if she is asleep?" 

[Miss]

"Ah, I'm sorry, Sir, but…"

"Tell me, Mademoiselle," Lucien cut her. "Most people are asleep now, non?" 

[Miss]

"Oh, uh…" The air hostess looked around them. "In business class, yes, I guess you're the only one awake." 

"Non, I am not, for you are too." He gave her a smile and a twinkle of his eyes that only women could understand.

“Yeah, I’m on night shift duty.” She answered. 

Lucien removed the cat box from the seat next to his. "Please do take a seat." 

"But, Sir, I-"

"Please." Lucien insisted and the woman eventually yielded. 

"Right…"

"It must be poetic." The Frenchman started, still lazily brushing Perle, asleep on his lap. 

"What is, sorry?" 

"Your position. Air hostess… Ah, you travel high in the skies, borders mean nothing to you."

"Well, that's a way to put it. And uhm… What do you do, I mean, apart from singin' lullabies to your kitty?"

"Ah, so you did hear me?" Lucien lowered his eyes to Perle who was sleeping soundly. 

"I did, yeah." The hostess blushed. "You got a great voice, I mean, it's soothin'." 

"Thank you."

"I can understand how she falls asleep that fast with ya."

Lucien raised his eyes to the woman sitting on the seat beside him. Through the dim lights, he saw her hat, assorted to her uniform, the twinkle of her brown eyes, the bright red lipstick and white and red foulard around her neck. Her jacket dived along her shy cleavage and as she crossed one leg over the other, the edge of her tight skirt grazed her skin, revealing her porcelain thighs. 

“Why would that be?” He asked, half whispering, both to not wake the passengers around, even though the Frenchman had a booth for himself, but also for the thrill of it. He stared in her eyes gently, his front lock of ashen hair falling poetically between his eyes. 

“You… You’ve got a beautiful voice.” She answered and looked away. As she swooshed her head, a lock of her hair fell from under her hat. 

The Frenchman put Perle back in her box and put it opposite him. 

“Mademoiselle?” He then asked. 

[Miss?]

The young woman turned to face him, her eyes still lowered. Lucien guessed that her cheeks had turned pink even though, in the dimness of the low lights, he could not see it. He pushed the lock of hair behind her ear and she raised her head, slowly. She looked around, quickly. Everyone was sleeping soundly.

“Sir, I…”

“Oui?” Lucien answered with a dreamy smile. He knew where this was going, he could see it in the woman’s nervous breath as if he had been the one pushing her. In all fairness, he had been exactly that. He was one of these men that could whisper in people’s souls straight through his eyes. And he loved it. He felt nothing for the woman, even though she was far from repulsive. But it wasn’t his heart that wanted to see her breath hitch and her eyes flutter, it was his ego.

As impulsive as a blink, the air hostess bent on her side and pushed her lips on the Frenchman, who made all the efforts in the world not to smirk, not now, it would make her stop. Instead, and to encourage her, he gently slid his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to himself. Her hands found Lucien’s face and she kept on touching, her eyes closed. Soon, she removed her hat and Lucien started touching the collar of her jacket. She unbuttoned it herself before hungrily opening Lucien’s shirt. That was when the Frenchman looked deep in her eyes. Ha, she looked like a deer flashed by the lights of a passing car, thoughts racing but not fully hitting her head.

The hostess moved from her seat to sit on Lucien’s lap and that’s when he knew he had won. Not against her, he would never fight or compete with a woman, but against himself, against his old age, against all those years of remaining faithful to one woman despite her dancing on her own vows, trampling them with her stolen stilettos. 

The hostess bit her lip to contain her heavy breathing and her moans as Lucien felt her hips grind against his crotch. He spent more time nibbling her neck, filling his lungs with the scent of his trophy, of his victory, he let his hands run on her golden sides, such a pretty cup… She wrapped her arms around his head, slightly ruffling his hair while he kissed her chest, chaste pecks just to push her to show her eagerness; because at the end of the day, Lucien was not particularly in the mood for more, nor was he against it. He was just proving a point to himself. 

Oui, Marie, you thought only you could have anyone at your mercy with a blink of your eyes, hm? Well, I can too, and maybe I played with you too? Maybe I sometimes faked a few things with you too, huh? Who told you that I was that head over heels for you? Look at me now, my head in this woman’s chest. Mind you, I have barely met her and don’t even know her name yet, but here she is, begging for more of me. Do you see this, Marie? Do you? Do you see how I am playing now? Do you see this? Watch carefully, I will make her scream my name, as you used to, I will make her scratch my skin until she draws blood, as you used to, and who knows, maybe I will feel content and satisfied with her more than I ever was with you, you insolent, lying-

The air hostess had unbuckled Lucien’s belt and her hand was exploring the Frenchman’s lower stomach. As it slid down, more and more, wet kisses pressed to whatever corner of skin both could reach-

“MEEEEOW!”

Lucien and the hostess both froze on the spot, the woman pulled the panes of her open shirt back together. 

“I-I should go back…” She said, as Perle jumped on the seat that the woman previously occupied, and showed her fangs.

Perle’s hissing screech left Lucien confused. The hostess left his lap and the Frenchman remained in a state of blank and utter confusion for minutes. The kitty hopped on her master’s lap and started to knead his bare chest. Lucien still had his shirt and his trousers’ fly open. His hair was a mess and on his lips, the taste of the hostess’s lipstick lingered.

“Comment es-tu sortie de ta cage?”  He lowered his eyes to meet Perle’s.

[How did you come out of your box?]

“Meow.” She ignored him and brushed herself on him repeatedly.

Lucien sighed. He had got used to Perle’s presence, he had accepted her and adapted to her, but if she was going to “intervene” whenever he least needed it, well, that was something else!

“Meow?” She asked, tilting her head. 

“J’étais occupé, Perle, et j’aurais apprécié que tu sois restée sagement dans ta cage. Pourquoi es-tu sortie? Et pour crier en plus?”

[I was busy, Perle, and I would have appreciated it if you had stayed put in your box. Why did you come out? And yelling, at that?]

Lucien looked away from her, visibly annoyed, even angry at her. He buttoned his shirt again and looked down to zip up his trousers when he noticed something that pushed him even deeper in frustration. 

The Frenchman had spent so much of his energy being furious at Mary, releasing all kinds of anger against her ghost, that he did not even notice that his body did not show any signs of wanting to proceed with the air hostess. 

Or was it just his advanced age and he needed a bit more… help for his body to show some eagerness?

The rest of the flight was spent inconsequentially. He landed, took a taxi and was driven to his hotel where he settled. A few phone calls later and Perle found a litter box, a few toys and a cat tree had appeared. That, and of course a piano.

Lucien had taken a shower and went to sit on the black, velvet seat, wearing his pyjamas and a gown. A cigarette was slowly fuming from his lips.

“Meow?” Perle jumped on the keys and then on top of the grand piano. 

“Quoi?” He asked, the tiredness and annoyance taking away his usual politeness.

[What?]

She looked at him pleadingly with her round, deep blue eyes, as she slowly made her way to stand in front of him, before offering her head. The Frenchman sighed and bent his head forward to meet her with a soft headbutt. 

“Non, je ne t’en veux pas. C’est juste… Bah.”

[No, I am not mad at you. It’s just that… Bah.]

He brushed his head against hers for a while and ended up closing his eyes, running his fingers through her long fur. When she backed off and he opened his eyes again, he felt like a different man, as if that incident in the plane had happened decades ago, or to a different man altogether.

“Merci.” He smiled at the cat who reciprocated by blinking slowly. Perle lay down on the varnished black piano in front of him and Lucien started playing.

As his fingers drummed the keys, his brain dwelled on the events a bit longer. The truth was that he had been completely indifferent to that air hostess. She was pleasant to the eye, oui, but… But Lucien was proving a point, not making love to her! There! He said it! His ego wanted to make love to her, not his mind, not his heart and not even his body.

He didn't realise it but his fingers were playing the same piece on loop, The Bard, by Brad Mehldau. 

Even his body didn’t want to make love to that woman. 

“Mon Dieu.” 

His eyes snapped wide open and his fingers hung in the air as the realisation hit him. 

His body had not been remotely interested in anyone or anything since… Well, not since he had left Marie and Jéramy all those years ago, non. God knows he had had to sleep with this or that, and he did, and his body happily played along. Non, his body had fallen disinterested in anything since he had learnt the truth about Marie.

“Mon Dieu…”

Lucien repeated as the last note he played still hung in the air.

[achliegh]

Trail of Breadcrumbs Part: 2

Hello again! This is the second part of my little fic, you definitely don’t have to read the first to read the second so don’t worry. If you have anything you want me to write just give me a smack on the ass and I'll see what I can do. (I do have limitations but I will bring those up if you ask something I am not comfortable with). I know the ending is shitty but endings are my fatal flaw.

CW: Smut, cringe fluff moments (because you can’t help but be a little fluffy with these himbos), Trash writing, hand on throat but no choking

All characters belong to @lumosinlove

Logan knew his boys were up to something when he got a notification from their Alexa app that was an update to the shopping list. Not thinking much of it he opened it as Katie and Marc wrestled on the floor in front of the couch as WWE (something they only got to watch when their parents were gone) was playing on the TV. Once he saw that lube was added to the list he couldn’t wait to get home.

About an hour later Dumo and Celeste came home and Logan gave them both quick kisses on the cheeks as he sprinted to the car.

He had never drove that fast in his life.

He fumbled with his keys a little as he shoved the door open to find a very planned pathway to the door of clothes. Finn always called paths like this breadcrumbs or something, he was taking his first steps to the room when he heard the lovely voice of Finn.

“WHY HAVEN'T YOU DONE THAT BEFORE!”

“And he calls me dramatic” he mumbled to himself as he walked over to the half open door and opened it the rest of the way quietly. What he saw was beautiful and will be put in the wank bank forever.

Leo had his head tipped over the edge of the bed with a look of bliss written across his charming face, he was holding one of his ankles near his head with his leg completely stretched and his other was tugging at his own hair.

Finn had his brow furrowed as he pumped himself inside Leo at a steady rhythm sweat beading on his forehead. One hand was holding onto Leo’s thigh with a death grip and the other was around Leo’s neck just holding him so he didn't fall onto the floor.

Logan had died and gone to heaven even without a little death.

He had to lean against the doorframe as all his blood rushed to his cock. “I knew the trail of clothes would lead to something good~” he caught Leo’s eye and smiled at him. He sauntered his way over to the boy and knelt beside his head, a flush covering both of their faces.

“Dites-moi à quel point il ressent mon soleil ~”

“So-so good! Uh! Kiss me Lo I need it” Leo was looking into his eyes desperately and Logan could tell he was getting close but he didn’t really know how to kiss him while he’s upside down.

“I can’t kiss you upside down”

“Spider-Man does”

“.... what the hell Leo” Logan looks up with a bewildered look as Finn pauses to laugh resting his forehead on the younger boy's chest, shaking both of them.

“I love you so much Nut” Leo had a shy smile on his face and his cheeks were even more red than before.

“I’ve never had a Spider-Man kiss and I want one” he looks at Logan upside down again with the cutest little smile and he feels his heart squeeze. “Then I’ll Spider-Man suck your dick after” Leo’s shy smile turned into a smirk when he heard Logan groan a little. He gasped when Finn removed his hand from his neck to put both his ankles over his shoulders and then Finn rested his elbows on either side of Leo’s ribs slowly grinding into him.

Logan was out of his clothes in two seconds flat and was kneeled back in front of Leo petting some of his hair back off his sweaty forehead. He leaned in to kiss him and it was the oddest sensation he had ever felt. It felt like kissing Leo (Obviously) but his nose bumped his chin and it just didn’t feel right. He pulled back after a moment and they both spoke at the same time

“Let’s never do that again” Leo let’s put a chuckle and Logan looks up to meet Finn's eyes who was staring at them with love and amusement.

“Cute” Finn smiled as Logan stood up to kiss him properly and bit his lower lip tugging on it as a moan was ripped out of Logan diaphragm.

“Holy fuck!” They looked down and they could only see Leo’s long neck and chin as he sucked Logan down to the root. His large hands came up to grab Logan ass cheeks so he couldn’t pull away as he sucked hard and swallowed around his throat.

Finn let out a breathy moan and propped himself up on one hand and grabbed Logan by his hair with the other to pull him into a filthy kiss as he started to thrust again. Feeling his climax get closer he shifted a little to hit Leo’s prostate straight on causing the boy to moan loud and static onto Logan’s cock.

Logan shoved his tongue onto Finn's mouth as they swallowed each other moans and after a while pulled away so they were just breathing each other in.

Logan reaches down to grasp Leo’s big cock and starts jerking him off in time with Finn's thrusts and it causes the boy to arch his back and dig his nails into Logan.

Finn loses it first spilling into Leo, gripping Logan’s hair and the Canadian sucks dark bruises on his throat. He slows his movements slowly until he stop moving all together and pulls out of Leo moving to sit with his back to the headboard as he catches his breath. Leo pulls off Logan with a slurp and sits up pulling Logan into his lap for a sloppy kiss as he wraps his large hand around both of them and pulls a couple of times as he spills all over hand, not breaking eye contact with Logan he keeps jerking him until he also cums over Leo’s hand.

At some point Finn had gotten up to clean himself and grabbed a washcloth for the other two as hands it to Lo as he wipes them up before they all collapse. Logan in the middle with Finn one one shoulder and Leo on the other.

“We should shower” Logan put a fat kiss on each of his boys foreheads and patted their shoulders “come one Mon Amours, I don’t feel like waking up all sticky tomorrow morning” he tries to get up but only to get fully laid on by two fully grown hockey players. He sighs and decides it’s best to get comfortable.

“If you get up you have to pick up out clothes outside this room”

“Excuse me they are breadcrumbs”

“Last I checked I don’t wear breadcrumbs”

“And why not”

“Shut the fuck up Harzy” Leo put his hand over Finns mouth as his eyes grew heavier, the three boys drifted off into sleep.

[91percentpynch]

the cut that always bleeds - kevaaron au pt 3

kejerejean stans? this one is for you. no seriously this one is out of jean‘s point of view? cuz honestly i love that hoe so much. as always get your tissues ready guys. this is actually kinda long? and a mess? and no one beta read it so if there are mistakes or it doesn‘t make sense i‘m sorry!! this is not that sad? tw: mention of murder, mention of physically hurting someone, mention of stabbing, mention of the nest, mention of trauma

check this out to find the other parts:)

Jean has always been a light sleeper. He had to be in order to survive the horrors of Evermore.

So naturally the sobs - as silent as they might have been - woke him up. His eyes opened at once, he sat straight up. Almost automatically he got to his feet and left the room to get to Kevin.

After all, comforting Kevin was like breathing to him.

Jeremy followed Jean, because he would always follow Jean. Jeremy was like a moth and Jean was the light. Wherever he went Jer would follow.

So they went to Kevin‘s room. The striker laid in his bed, curled up, phone in his hand, uncontrollable sobs escaping his mouth.

„I see you took the call this time“, Jean said, surprisingly gentle.

„I wanted to end it. I wanted to have a clear cut. So tell me, why does the cut still bleed?“, Kevin whispered, his voice barely audible.

„Because it‘s a cut that always bleeds“, Jeremy told Kevin as he came closer, carefully and ever so gentle placing his hands on the other boy‘s back.

„He said he wants me to come back to him“, Kevin whispered while holding onto himself as if to try to stop himself from falling apart. „He told me he misses me. That he only gets high when he misses me“

It was quiet in the dark room, shadows were dancing, just as Aaron and Kevin used to dance in the dead of night underneath the night sky.

„You did the right thing Kev“, Jean replied in French while he got into the Bed behind Kevin. Just like they used to do in the Nest.

When Kevin was in his arms he began to hum a French lullaby into his ear.

Jeremy joined them after a second of admiring his beautiful boyfriend and the broken boy in his arms.

„Dude, do you want something? Hot coca? A special Knoxian hug? Us to get Andrew to gut that bastard? Wait, hold on. I forgot. Twin brother. Well, I can gut him for you? Andrew and this is a word by word quote told be once ‚You‘re like a little unicorn in a world full of wolfs with razor sharp teeths, learn to gut the wolfs, stay safe‘, so he taught me how to stab someone? Yeah okay that is not the topic right now, I can still gut Aaron though. I mean Andrew would try to hurt me, but then again I‘m his best friend so he does not have the rights to gut me, right?“, Jeremy offered him a toothy grin, while his hand wandred to his neck rubbing it nervously.

„Can you please not gut him? First of all: Andrew already tried to choke me once when Josten was in danger and I told them where he was, cause apparently yOu DoN‘t KeEp ThOsE tHiNgS tO yOuRsElF yOu FuCkInG mOrOn. I think you do keep those things to yourself if the other option is to get fucking murdered by the mafia??? But what do I know, am I right? After all I‘m just a narcistic, Exy-obsessed asshole without a personality. Bonus I have anxiety, panic attacks, probably depression and I‘m unlovable“, Kevin mumbled into his pillow, the voices of the other foxes, of the other teams inside of his head.

„Did they tell you that?“, Jeremy asked, not quite able to hide the sadness and pain in his voice.

„Doesn‘t eveyone think that?“, Kevin asked. „I mean I think they tend to forget that the woman who gave birth to me, the last woman who geniuely loved me besides maybe Abby, invented the job. I think they tend to forget that the fucking mafia killed her when they found out I‘m not theirs by nature, so the only solution was apparently fucking murder. Then they kidnapped me, brainwashed and tortured me to the point where all I knew was Exy. Oh and maybe they also tend to forget that Ravens were only ever allowed to do Exy, if you were privilegded enough sleep, and do more Exy“

„Kevin you are so much more than that“, Jean whispered into Kevin‘s ear while pressing him against his chest. Just as they used to do in the Nest. „I might be mad at you, because you left me alone with those psychopaths. I used to think you didn‘t care about me. But you were just like me, okay with less scars and less you know. However I cannot say I wouldn‘t have done the same. I understand you now, Kevin. And please, please stop saying those things. And now let us cuddle you and let Jer go through his ridiculous post break-up list. We‘re gonna cuddle you and all you have to do is trying to fall asleep. Used to help me when I was alone at USC. Could only sleep properly when someone held me. Well, Jeremy. Tomorrow we‘ll shove unhealthy food down your throat and watch Downton Abbey or whatever those historcial dramas you love so much are called. While stroking your hand or whatever you‘re into big boy. Afterwards we‘ll take the dogs out and force you to watch the fucking sunset. And I‘ll hold your fucking hand“

Kevin supposed the middle of the night was the time of long lost truths. „Okay“, he mumbled while he moved closer to Jean. Replacing his smell with Jean‘s. It took him a while to fall asleep but he managed.

At the same time Jeremy said „Mi amor, I love you, I really do, but that was literally the most romantic thing you said in the past two years? That is way more romantic than ANY date you ever planned for me? Rude? The audacity?“

„Moi soleil, you don‘t have the ‚cult kidnapped me and tortured me‘ card you can pull, you get the bonus treatmeant of any other people. Besides I literally have matching tattoos with you? I drew you like multiply times? I wrote like a dozen poems and at LEAST one short story? I wrote you a fucking lullaby? You have no right to complain right now, or you‘ll loose your kissing privileges and I give them to Kevin“

„Eww gross“, Kevin mumbled.

„I don‘t remeber you saying that back in the Nest“, Jean replied, poking his cheek.

Kevin didn‘t have the energy to answer. It was a long day. Sleep could have him for the day. Death’s little sister might claim him for the night.

This night he dreamed about Aaron. Strong arms around his waist. Golden eyes locking with smaragd ones. They were on some lonely beach, kissing lazily while the water kissed their feet. It was a beautiful day. Not as beautiful as Aaron, but then again nothing would ever be as beautiful as this specific piece of art. Everything was alright. Everything was good. Why couldn‘t it be the real Aaron and the real Kevin on that beach.

At about noon Kevin woke up to a drooling Jeremy on his stomach and the smell of waffles and soft French swearing in the kitchen. Softly Kevin woke Jeremy up.

„Sorry I always end up on weird angles and drooling on random guys. Jean used to get so mad when I fell asleep in his lap. But you can‘t take him serious when he looks with you with heart eyes trying to be Mad, can you? Anyways we should probably go to him and help him? Oh wait hold on a hot second there. I‘m banned from the kitche, so we can sleep? Right? Right?“

„I hate to break this to you Jer, but it‘s noon. So, no we cannot sleep. You can choose my clothes, though. I know you love going through my stuff and playing dress the doll, Kevin Day edition“, Kevin almost smiled at Jeremy, when he looked up at him pouting.

Then he remembered another blonde boy, pouting at him when he told him no. Another constellation of freckles around another, straight, perfect nose. Sinful lips softly turned up, trying to look mad. Hazel eyes instead of ocean blue ones. Messy blonde curles, instead of soft badly dyed ginger ones. Strong arms instead of lean ones covered in flower tattoos. God, Kevin missed his Aaron.

No, not his. Not anymore

„Okay, but you have to wear to fab outfit I‘ll throw in your face“, Jeremy gave him another easy, toothy grin.

Slowly the other boy got out of bed and went over to the cabet. Slowly Jer went through Kevin‘s cloths. After a while he slowly turned around, holding a jersey that is obviously by far too small for Kevin in front of his face. „What is that? Why do you still have his jersey? Babe, you gotta get rid of that, rather sooner than later“

Jeremy had the weird habit of calling his friends babe, baby, dude or bro. Before Jean he called his boyfriends bro or dude as well, but Jean was so confused by it he quickly stopped doing it.

„First of all: I‘m a weak ass bitch, it smelled of it. And secondly maybe I wanna stab it once I‘m over the phase where I‘m like madly missing him?. I‘d just put it into a pillow, stab at it like a maniac and then set it on fire. I didn‘t grow up with a psychopath as my supposed best friend for nothing Jer“

„Okay? Well I got your clothes. And you‘ll look amazing, cause it‘s the FOX ONSIE I GOT YOU!!! I‘ll wear my onsie as well, and I‘ll force Jean to wear his one as well!! Much fun!! Much wholesome!!“

So that‘s how Kevin Day, queen of Exy, landed sandwiched between his childhood crush and long life crush on their couch, watching Downton Abbey with a plate of waffles on his lap. This was nice. He might had actually enjoyed it, if this wasn‘t his and Aaron‘s show. They used to watch it, cry over it together, make out while watching it.

Thank God didn‘t actually touch him while watching Downton Abbey, he was good at daydreaming. Kevin would just had preteneded that it was Aaron and he thought him breathing Aaron‘s name was the last thing any of them needed today.

After their Downton Abbey marathon they ordered pizza, against Kevin‘s better judgement. Another traditon Kevin shared with Aaron. At finals Aaron would often forget to eat and Kevin was too big of a mess to be bothered to cook so he would end up ordering something every single day and feeding it Aaron while he studied on the floor. Occasionally he would earn a soft kiss, growing hungrier when the night grew darker. God Kevin missed the soft lips on his own.

Kevin would have enjoyed the beach, wouldn‘t he be dressed in a fox onsie, holding hands with a 6“5 guy who looked like he both could and would kill you in a unicorn onsie holding two tiny dogs in his other hand and with a 5“4 dude in a matching unicorn onsie with two dogs that were almost bigger than him.

At least this didn‘t remind him on Aaron.

Well, actually. The way the ocean softly kissed the sand, reminded him of his dream. And of the endless trips to the beach, sleeping in the car, Aaron on top of him. Lazy kisses and warm hugs. It was the first place Aaron took Kevin after their rehab. It was the first night they spent together, as sober men. Well, not sober per se. But drunk and high on each others love. It might had been the most painful memory of the day. God he missed those strong arms around his waist.

Nontheless the pain got less, he felt almost numb. Kevin liked feeling numb. Nothing hurt when you feel numb.

The sunset was beautiful. It reminded him of golden hairs, freckles standing against golden skin, soft lips at his ears, his neck, the corner of his lips.

„Aaron you‘re supposed to look at the sunset, you shithead“, Kevin used to smile down at him. „But I‘m already looking at the most beautfiul thing this world has to offer“, Aaron replied smoothly, locking eyes with Kevin.

When the moon took the place of his long lost lover they decided to go back.

It was safe to say that no one dared to think that someone would wait for them there. Especially not the one person they tried to avoid by all means the entire day.

„You said to stop calling. Never mentioned face to face conversations“, a husky voice said. And Kevin‘s world stopped.

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Pup in the Shotgun Seat

Characters: Henry Cavill x Reader (Oneshot)

Summary: You’ve wanted to drive this time and it seems like Henry wanted to annoy you for hitting the brakes too much, resulting with him being adorable as he showed you how amazingly bad and good you are regarding with your driving skills.

Warnings: Just an adorable, cheeky Henry. Floof? Kind of floof that made me ask myself why I’ll be forever alone while I stan Cavill? Thigh holding cause damn that’s amazing? 

Words: 1,041 

A/N: This was supposed be a GIF drabble then ended up being a oneshot because it took 1k words. What the heck. Hehehhee. I just love Henry and his pup moment in driven to extremes that I had to make a drabble out of it. It was @agniavateira​​​ fault because I remember she sent me the drabble and I cooed and was like ‘this better have a drabble in my blog’ and look what happened! Hehehe!

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Disclaimer: PNG’s and pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and this oneshot is definitely from moi. 

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"Are we there yet?"

"Henry, shush."

"Are we there yet, though?"

Henry called shots over who will be driving today. It's not that he doesn't always drive---he does for most of the time. But, you’ve ruined it because you were being cheeky over wanting to drive his beautiful, sleek car. He tried to convince you that he was the better driver compared to you---pursuing to keep his car uninjured because you both know he treats them like his favorite miniatures that he always tries to paint on. 

Your boyfriend was about to open his mouth and mock over how you were driving in a slow pace. It wasn't your fault that you were nervous by being attentively stared by Henry---probably judging you for how you've been pressing the brakes a little too harder than normal resulting with everyone moving back and forth in the car like it was skipping to the loo.

Even Kal had to bark out loud from behind because your driving made him fall to the floor, his huge, Akita body hitting the back of your seat which made you snicker and laugh in your annoying 'hehehe' giggle when Kal’s dad has given you a feigned glower from the side. 

"Are you sure you didn't cheat with your driving test? you’re literally driving too slow---I’d probably arrive on the destination---faster with a horse," Henry mischievously added, raising a brow as he was looking at you; sitting on the shotgun seat.

Unconsciously, you've given him the side eye, taking your eyes off the road and lowly muttering your endearment for him in a warning tone, "Puppy..."

Henry sounded to be in distress, his eyes bulging out of his eye sockets for seeing you distracted over his teasing self, his accent utterly obvious the more he panicked over your driving skills, "Don't look at me---look at the road!"

"I AM!" you frantically yelled in between deciding to stare into his lovely self or actually focusing on driving, "---you're annoying me right now. I'm trying my best not to hit a car or something if I went past 60 km/h,"

The car basically revved at your exasperation, your foot stepping on the accelerator when you've began to increase speed. Swiftly turning up from 60 km/h to over a hundred in the middle of the highway, avoiding and swerving over a sports car that had the man glancing from the driver's seat to see Henry's elegant car speeding past his in an abnormal way like you were a race car driver.

You were best at driving; the type of driving seen whenever you play need-for-speed. You always win first place whenever you play.

"Woah! Babe, babe, babe!---alright, alright! Slow down before you both kill us and get charged with an over speeding ticket!"

A smirk was immediately growing on your face when you've seen the sport's car you've swerved from behind race up to you, the driver’s ego practically being challenged when he realized you were a woman. Henry had his hands up in surrender, running his mouth on you as he continued to playfully judge your incredible driving skills---honestly, you were suddenly looking hot in his perspective when he caught the grin you've managed to let him see as you looked on the side mirror, daring the driver to overpass yours. 

"I told you to let me drive," Henry deeply muttered as a matter of fact, still teasing and being puckish as he sat completely bored on the shotgun seat, just watching how adorable and beautiful you were while driving his car.

You've slowed down for his sake, feeling his pretty baby blues on your form, "Oh my God---MEN!" exasperatedly, you sighed completely defeated. Your boyfriend catching sight of your smiling self, "---Don't you trust my driving skills?"

"To be honest, Nugget?" he plainly started, glancing on the road with a lovely grin. His teeth showing, fangs slipping in between his curled, cherry red lips.

"---No. You keep on running over chuckholes and press the brakes too hard,"

You've quickly gave him a glimpse of your curious self when you've felt the car seat bounce from a certain someone who was swaying his body from left to right, being in tune at the same time with the music playing on the radio like a kid who was excited to where they were going, "---keeps me going back and forth like we're in a bump car,"

One loud coo came from your side, giggling as you saw his head snapping from side to side; smiling in the middle of it all as he drastically showed you how you've made his body bounce from your driving. Henry heard your giggle and instantly stopped when he heard you laughing. A blush creeping its way to his face due to embarrassment.

"Oh my, Puppy!---you're adorable! Do it again!"

He shook his head, sinking on his seat and wanting for it to wallow in his shame. His eyes focused on the road, a small smile framing his features while he cleared his throat, his pitch jumping deeper as if he was serious and sending a warning, "I'm not taking chances. You're trying to make me look foolish---also, eyes on the road,"

Your giggles turned louder at that, catching how he'd basically turned into a big baby beside you and it seemed to be like it was an accident. Silence engulfed you both in, the radio being the only sound that kept everything inaudible. You were sure he was busy tapping on his phone before going back to driving with a pretty faster speed when you've felt a rough palm fall on your clothed, inner thigh.

The simple touch from him made you shift in your seat, your heart beat ringing in your ears from how his effect can ruin your focus with just one graze of his fingers on your skin.

"Henry," you tried catching his attention from his phone, calling his name which got him sparing a glance in a hot second, his thick fingers thrumming over your knee before his fingers danced along the top of your thigh; describing his habit as protective and letting you know that you were his and the same goes around for you.

"Stop touching my thigh---I can't drive seriously."

"Hmm?" he deeply hummed in question, chuckling to see you trying to keep a straight face as you drove to where you wanted. Henry shook his head, thoroughly naughty and cheeky as he gripped your thigh firmly with his fingers before speaking.

"---How about, no?"

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