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jarofstyles · 6 months ago

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Flower 2

Okay so I really love these babies so I think I'm gonna do 3-5 parts! I'm loving the tension hehe. Let me know your thoughts!

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Warnings- mention of age gap romance, mention of bdsm, mention of bad sexual experiences, loads of sexual tension, low-key sugar daddy h, trust me

Sleep didn’t come too easily for her, but she felt absolutely wired when she woke up. Her coffee only made it worse as she wrapped herself up in the dark wash denim jacket she’d borrowed from Harry when he drove her home a few weeks back. His truck pulled into the driveway and she was grabbing her tote bag and phone, making sure to lock up before turning to face him.

There was a weird expression on his face- something she couldn’t place. It wasn’t quite angry or mad, but it was a little darker as his eyes ran over her face and then body. He remained quiet until she got down her porch steps. “S’that… my jacket?” He asked lowly. The tone was strange to her as he stepped closer, tugging on the collar of it.

“Yeah, it’s really cute and I figured I could wear it around today and give it back to you at the end. Is that… is that okay?” She worried her brows. “I can take it off now if you want to wear-“

“No.” He cut her off. “No, it’s totally fine. It just… it looks really good on you, is all.” He mumbled, squeezing her shoulder. “You look beautiful, as always.” His compliment was genuine, feeling his finger tap her nose, making her crinkle it. “Put the shiny stuff on it again? Your fairy sparkle?”

Y/N laughed out loud at his nickname for her highlight on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. “Mhm. I got a new pink one, think it suits me.” And maybe she’d been a lot more meticulous about her makeup now that she had a feeling this may be a more-than-friends situation. “I really like this look.” It was a tease, considering he wore the same thing off duty. Jeans and some sort of tee shirt with a quirky phrase or obscure musician on them. Today’s was relatively tame with a bee surrounded by some words about honey and health. Cute. “I actually like the tee today. A bit muscle-y.” His arms looked real fucking nice in this one. Of course he would have some considering he worked with his hands and was a pretty physical person but… damn. She allowed herself to admire it, respectfully.

It wasn’t something she’d caught before but a slight pink brushed his cheeks at her compliment. “Thanks, petal.” He smiled. “I… I got us some coffee, got your favorite. It’s only half an hour away but I figured….”

“You know I love coffee. You’re the best, as usual.” She sighed, leaning into him to have a hug. It wasn’t usual for her to do it first but he reacted quickly, pulling her close as he rubbed her back, content to keep her there forever. He was never the first to pull back from a hug, but Y/N would happily stay like this for hours if the option was there. He smelled good, was so warm and sturdy and he knew exactly how to play with hair. Unfortunately she did have to pull back, shooting him a shy smile as he took her by the shoulder to the car.

Of course he opened the door for her, made she she was in properly before jogging to his own side. He ever did the whole hand on the back of the seat while backing out move, which… wow. It never missed. The weirdest turn on, but something about it just elevated a man.

His car smelled ridiculously good, and judging by the little clips on his air vents, he had just changed them. He had a few lanyards for access to work yards and membership cards to certain stores, but no fun little fuzzy dice, or a air freshener with a kitty on it like she had. There and then, she took a mental note to get him one. Maybe a puppy one, though. His German shepherd was his best friend.

“Are you getting any books?” She asked him after a little time passed. The chatter had been casual so far, easy. The tension she felt since last night wasn’t bad in the car if she continued topic switching and slight gossip.

“Mm, I dunno. I haven’t done much reading lately. What are you gonna get?” He questioned, sneaking a peek at her as they stopped at a red light.

“Probably romance. I’ve been most interested in that. I’ve seen some good book recommendations online and the girls sent me some, Gia and I wanted to do a book club thing for one of the books by our favorite author. It’s a bad boy romance but it’s called Reaper.” She figured he’d have no idea what that was, but she watched his brow raise as he gave her a look.

“Well… you do have a naughty side, don’t you?” He snickered, watching her eyes widen. “Think m’clueless? Just because I don’t read a lot doesn’t mean my ears don’t work. Tony told me his wife was reading that and it’s full of sex. Basically erotica.” He licked his lip, looking her over.

“Oh- well, yes there’s sex but there’s plot to! Just because a book has sex doesn’t mean it isn’t good!”’she crossed her arms, huffing at him. It was a bit to rile him up a bit considering he was doing it to her and it worked. She watched his mouth open and close before rushing out an explanation.

“No! No, m’not saying that. It’s not bad at all. It’s empowering, but uh, I was just saying I didn’t expect you to read books like that.” He had to pull away as the light turned green but he looked a little stressed that he offended her.

“I’m joking, H. I know you didn’t mean it like that.” She snickered, watching his face turn to a bit to a scowl. “What, you thought I’m a nun or something? Just cause I’m not spilling all my stories at the table doesn’t mean I don’t have them.” She knew a lot of the group was very open about their sexual experience which was more than fine with her. Y/N was nosy and loved knowing other people's business, But in her life she didn’t share sex related things. It was private, for her and her partners. She didn’t want to betray their trust either, regardless of the terms they were on.

“I….” His face was more pink now, hands flexing around the wheel as he cleared his throat. “I just thought maybe you didn’t care as much about it. Which is fine, by the way! It’s cool. I just wasn’t sure you cared too much. You never talk about it when we have our confession nights so I… I was being a bit presumptuous. I’m sorry. It just shocked me a little.”

It was funny to make him squirm a bit but he didn’t need to feel bad. “It’s fine. Promise. No one really asks anyway, so I don’t offer it up first. I’m usually private about it because some of our friends are loud mouths but you can ask me stuff if you want. Maybe after we get our books you can ask me whatever questions come up.” She knew there would be plenty based on his face alone.

“Really?” He seemed surprised. “Yeah, sure. I mean, I’m not trying to be weird or anything but you know about the time I called someone by the wrong name and the girl who put her tongue in my ear so….” He shrugged one shoulder.

“Oh, god.” Her giggle was muffled by her hand. He had shared some of his horror stories and she’d found out he was a bit of a bondage fan and dabbled in kinky stuff but until now that info had been locked away in her brain under padlock and key. Suddenly someone had taken nippers to the lock and it was spilling out again, staining the floor. “Yeah… I suppose that is fair.” Angling her knees towards her, she stirred her coffee with the straw. “I think the worst thing that’s happened to me… hm. Probably the time I went home with a guy after a few dates in college and his place was really gross, but he was even more so. Like…” her nose scrunched. “Took his pants off and there was a smell coming from them. I couldn’t do it.”

“Oh, fuck.” He hissed, wincing at the thought. That was pretty much a nightmare situation. Harry always smelled good and never seemed to be anything but hygienic so she knew he gave a shit about it but still. No one wanted to think of that. “That’s… unfortunate for both of you. Was he embarrassed? How did you get out of it?”

“He wasn’t, is the thing. Said ‘girls should like a natural musk’ and I told him that it wasn’t a musk, it was a stench. He wasn’t happy with that so he didn’t refuse when I left. I had to take a long shower after that.” Shuddering in disgust, she hated recalling that. “At first I felt really guilty too, cause that’s such a hard thing… but he ended up being such a dick. It was surprising considering he had been sweet on the dates but apparently men change a lot in the bedroom.” That was an understatement.

“I can agree with that, but I’d hope it’s a positive change.” He shook his head at the thought. “Like, sweet in the streets and freak in the sheets or whatever the saying is.”

A laugh peeled from her throat, leaning her head against the headrest with her face turned towards him. “Yeah, close enough. But ideally they would be. I dunno, you don’t have to be crazy to be good in the bedroom but I’d hope for the same level of respect. Some men have no idea how to actually handle women so it’s partly why I stopped dating.” And why she had stayed up looking at his Instagram last night and thinking about how she’d look inserted in his life. Harry seemed like a man who could potentially handle her.

“I wish I could disagree but I can’t. I’ve heard many horror stories from girls, way more traumatizing than men. It’s why…” he stopped himself. “Sorry, was gonna overshare. But I can only imagine how it is and if it’s any consolation, I’m sorry for all the men.”

God, he was cute. But… wait.

“No no, you can definitely overshare.” She perked up. “If you want to, anyway. I don’t mind.” Blinking at him, he cut a look at her and let out a laugh as he lifted a hand to run it over his chin, the slight sound of skin scratching stubble audible in the cab of his truck.

“Well, I was gonna say it’s why I try t’be aware of that when I’m with someone that their comfort is first. If there’s anything they don’t like they can say it, that m’not gonna be mad. I don’t want someone to walk away from something with me and feel uncomfortable.” Seeing him a little shy was really fucking adorable. “I don’t really do hookups anymore. They’re not fulfilling, at least not to me. Lost their appeal a few years ago but, the few relationships I’ve been in the whole goal was to make them feel good. I think there’s a lot of selfishness that’s mainly revolved around men and sex, which I noticed a lot. The fact that a lot of women aren’t getting off at all is fucking ridiculous.” He scoffed, looking truly bothered by it.

Another point added to his growing list.

“Yeah, it is. It was rare I could because for me, and I think a good amount of women, there needs to be the foreplay aspect of it. Mentally, I need to be stimulated. Y’know, like teasing or not so clean talking.”

It was her turn to feel a little shy but she powered through. “And men can dive right in. It’s where we differ a lot of the time. I think part of it is biological too, I guess. I tried hooking up for a while but it never did anything for me either. I prefer someone with a connection so it’s easier to get to that point.” Now she was the one oversharing.

“I understand that. I like those things too. A bit of cat and mouse can be fun…” he pushed his hair back before returning his hands to the wheel, squeezing it. “It’s laziness and selfishness. I’d say for me personally, M’more of a giver. Not saying it to praise myself or anything but it’s just… it’s what I like.” There was a pause. “Sorry if that’s a bit much.”

No, it wasn’t enough. She wanted to know more. Her neglected cunt was more than interested in how he was in bed and if he’d like to be a giver for her, but she had to at least try to behave.

“It’s not. We’re just being honest, right?” She placed a hand on his knee, giving a daring squeeze and let it linger for a few moments before peeling it away. Again, testing the waters of initiating touch. Once she’d realized last night that she hadn’t shown her own interest much she had vowed to at least try today to see how he'd respond.

In this instance his smile grew and he couldn’t look right at her, but he nodded at what she’d said. “Yeah. I jus’ don’t want to seem like some creep. But uh, what other sort of books do you like? Romance, yeah, but what sort of tropes?” He did know some of those.

“Oh, I’m pretty adventurous.” A double meaning. “I like the grumpy and sunshine ones, the billionaire romances, mafia is a guilty pleasure. Meet cute is something else I enjoy for a light read. I dunno, I think I mainly go for what the summary calls to me for. I do read some darker stuff but it’s nice to have a little fantasy world to escape to. And the fantasy men know how to find a clit.” Throwing the joke in there was meant to diffuse some of tension but somehow it seemed to make it grow.

Not in a bad way, per say, but he looked at her curiously. “Don’t tell me that all of them couldn’t….”

“No, no. Some of them did, but majority no. They rub the side and think they’re doing something. But I’ve never faked it, I refuse to give a man an ego boost for something he didn’t do.”

“Good on ya, petal. S’bullshit that they get off and you don’t.” He genuinely seemed bothered by it. “Buncha pricks is what they are.”

“They are.” She snickered. “But I’ll let you read some of the blurbs for the books I pick out today, you can get a read on what sorta books I like.” It was yet again, another way to experiment.

“I’m very intrigued to see what you’re into.”

Y/N hopes that held a double meaning too.

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Harry was hovering a bit.

Normally that would annoy her. She’d huff and tell him to sit in the cafe, or go look at his own books- but she hoped that it was because he was paying attention to what she picked up.

Plus, he was holding the basket for her.

The store was earthy and rustic, exposed wooden beams running along the ceilings. There was a little cafe that served teas and coffees which she definitely planned on getting after her shopping, and from her nosy look over when Harry greeted the owner she had seen a blueberry scone. That would be coming home with her too.

The shelves were high and they had multiple different sections. It was far bigger than any indie bookstore she had been to in the past , and that lead her to quickly realize quickly she was going to make a monthly trek out here. Maybe Harry would be interested in joining her in them.

Maybe he’d be interested in doing a lot more with her.

“I’m almost done.” She promised, plopping a used copy of a vacation town romance into the basket. It had to be a little heavy but Harry didn’t complain. It didn’t even look like the weight bothered him, the basket hanging off his arm. They’d stuck mostly to the used section considering they were far cheaper, but she was ready to go for the new ones now.

So what if she took a little bit out of her savings for this? She deserved a little treat for once.

“There’s no rush, Flower.” He assured her, following closely behind her as she moved towards the new books. “I was wondering if….” There was a pause as she looked up at him. It seemed to make his brain buffer for a moment, his eyes looking over her face before he blinked out of the stare. “Uh, it you wanted to have lunch or something after?”

Why was he so cute, and why did he look so nervous? Maybe Y/N wasn’t giving the signals she needed to. That would be her own fault, but it was hard to flirt when she was as serious as she was about her books.

“On the condition that the iced mocha with a pump of caramel and the blueberry scone I get for the car ride doesn’t count as lunch, yes. I would very much enjoy that.” She chirped, watching the nerves melt off of his face. It was mind boggling that her of all people could cause him to be nervous in the slightest but you learned something new every day.

“I’ll agree, because that’s more suitable for a dessert.” He drawled. Harry did like to tease her about her sweet tooth which always made her roll her eyes. So what if a girl liked to have a brownie with each meal? Life is nothing but spinning on an orb in space. You may as well enjoy the creature comforts.

“If that’s your dessert I don’t think you’ve had a true one in a while.” The flirtation was light, testing the waters as she looked over the book covers. His eyes could be felt on the side of her face as he was quiet for a moment before letting out a little laugh.

“Suppose I haven’t. You’re right. Maybe I’ll need to try yours and see what you mean.”

And oh. Oh. She did everything in her power not to react besides a little smirk, though she could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks. Harry could most defintely try her dessert whenever the fuck he wanted.

“Should you be so lucky.” Was her slightly snarky reply, but he followed it up quite quickly.

“One could only hope, Petal.”

And yeah, maybe she felt her new heartbeat between her thighs as the newly heavier silence settled on them like oil in water, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. The anticipation was in her stomach as he got a bit closer, looking over her shoulder at the book she had picked up and was currently reading the back of.

“What’s this one?” He asked, so close that she could feel the heat of his body against her back.

“It’s called The Highest Bidder. It’s about… a girl who goes on an auction block at a BDSM club, he is one of the owners? Well he’s one of the richest. Anyways, I saw someone recommend it saying it has sugar daddy vibes and there’s some juicy stuff in it.” Y/N explained, taking the moment to lean back into him as she held the back cover for him to read.

If he was surprised he didn’t show it. Instead, his hand came up to rest on her shoulder, pinky finger nearly grazing the side of her neck as he looked over to read. Such a casual touch of affection, but he seemed to like it. “And you’re gonna get this one?” It was a bit weirdly arousing feeling the vibrations of his words through his chest and onto her back.

“I think so. I haven’t read an age gap for a while. Just hope the sex scenes aren’t shit. It’s hard to tell with books sometimes, even if they’re more kinky oddly enough. I’ve seen books that have the best summaries and seem super steamy have a two pump sex scene- or fade to black. Which, you know, is fine. Not all books need to have that, but what’s the point of making the book seem like it then?” She muttered. Clearly she had been victim to it a time or two. “Then the authors get mad about low goodreads reviews. It’s like, cmon! Don’t mislead the readers about the book then.”

It was something the woman did get passionate about when provoked, but Harry had opened that can of worms in the car when he had given his go ahead that he didn’t mind discussing things like this with her.

“Mm. I see.” He nodded and she swore she could hear the smile in his voice. “Show me the others you want to get.”

Y/N felt increasingly more comfortable as she went through the next five books, letting him read the back covers and giving him the low-down about what she had heard about them. Each time they moved their position would go back to where it was, with his hand on her shoulder and her back leaned into him, only he had gotten a little braver with running his smallest finger back and forth over the side of her neck.

It nearly made her choke when she first felt it. She definitely stuttered when he did it, but she didn’t comment on how the little action felt incredibly intimate and soft, yet charged with an unspoken sexual energy that would probably kill her if she thought about it too long. Harry was being casual about it, but he always had been. He’d been the first to initiate most touches with her that Gia said were abnormal. Of course he didn’t start off their friendship by being super grabby and touchy but it had morphed into that, and it definitely did take him by surprise when she had initiated last night and again today. Kind of like she was reinforcing that it was more than okay to touch.

“Are you sure you’re done?” He asked after placing her final book in the basket. Y/N felt like if she didn’t stop this weird, hot position of him asking questions about the books earnestly and his chaste-yet-sexy touches she may bend over the book table and get inappropriate really fucking fast.

“Mhm.” She assured him. “Please, I’m gonna have to dip into the rainy day fund to afford all the stuff from today but it’ll be so worth it.” The sun shone through the windows and highlighted his features which, god, had her testing her own willpower. Of course she was far too shy to be super direct with him verbally, but she didn’t hide the fact that she was admiring him.

Considering she had already been successful in her little experiments today, she saw the lock of hair that had flopped over his forehead and decided to push it back. Letting her fingers card through his hair, she pushed the strands out of his face and back into place. If she hadn’t been looking so intently she wouldn’t have seen the shiver he had from the action. His hair was so soft and obvious that Harry took care of it, and she had never really touched it all that much but the temptation had been too much. “Sorry, it was bothering me so it must have been bothering you.” She said simply, giving him a small smile. “I’m just gonna run to the restroom quickly and then we can check out. Okay?”

“Course.” He cleared his throat, nodding his head as if the question had taken a moment to load in his head. “I’ll be by the cafe then.”

Y/N really hated that bookstores made her have to go in there but it was a right of passage. Taking care of her business took only a few minutes, but when she came out she didn’t see him at first.

He wouldn’t just leave her, so it took her a second to realize he was leaving the counter, two bags of books hanging off his arms and two coffees in the little tray. A brown paper bag clutched crumbled in the hand he used to balance the drink tray, making her eyes widen.

“Hey! I was gonna pay for our coffees and stuff.” She pouted as he approached. “You’ll have to let me get lunch then.” Her eyes went down to the two tote bags with the store logo on them. “Ooo, that’s so nice that they gave you these to hold them in. Let me just grab my wallet and we can go to the till to-“

“Don’t worry about it.” He cut her off, shrugging a shoulder. There was a pregnant pause, her eyes blinking rapidly before her eyebrows crinkled.

“What do you mean? I have to pay.”

“They’re paid for.” The reply was simple and matter of fact. Again, words escaped her as she looked between him and the books.

“Did you-“

“I paid. It’s fine, Flower.”

“Uh, what?” Her eyebrows shot up as her stomach dropped. It did the weird thing that had her feeling a little lightheaded as he stood there, like he didn’t just spend probably close to two hundred on books. “No way I can accept that.”

“If I told you I got a discount for building this place will it help?”

“Harry.” She said quietly. “You…. Why?”

“Because I’m happy you agreed t’spend the day with me.” The reply was so to the point, not hiding anything at all that it almost felt unreal. Hell, it did feel unreal because who the fuck spent two hundred on books for a friend? Granted, she had a feeling-or a hope- there was a crush in there, but it felt like a huge gesture.

“You already do so much for me.” She swallowed the lump down her throat. “You help me at my place and you drive me home from get togethers and you buy me drinks when we go out and… I feel like it’s a lot. I surely don’t do as much for you.”

“I’d do even more if you let me.” He stared honestly, nothing but truth on his face. “So jus’ let me do this for you. I want to. It makes me happy.”

Y/N didn’t know how to argue with that. Instead, she nodded, and reached to take the bag and coffee tray from him since he had the much heavier books. “Thank you. I could cry, probably.” That wasn’t a joke. Her eyes felt like they were stinging.

“None of that, Petal.” He shook his head. “C’mon. I’ve got plenty of questions and you’ve got answers you promised me on the way here.” Without thinking twice, he grabbed her free hand with his own, tangling their fingers before leading her to the truck.

Y/N had no idea how so much had changed in 24 hours,

But she had a feeling it was about to change a whole lot more.

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onebadassunicorn · 10 days ago

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All I Want Is You

pairing: Azriel x Reader

content warnings: pure fluff and SMUT (18+), light bondage

word count: 4.5k

Taglist: @firefly-forest @salvatoresister1 @daughterofthemoons-stuff @batboyslutt @tiredsleepyhead

Read previous chapters here:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Chapter 5

Azriel POV

Weeks after Y/n and Ella Bear had settled into Azriel’s townhouse and the mating ceremony was complete, the Shadowsinger had something special planned. The winter chill had begun to lift, and Velaris was bathed in the soft light of early spring. Azriel had been secretive about the surprise, giving Y/n no hints beyond a cryptic smile and the assurance that she would love it.

“Just trust me, baby,” he said softly that morning, kissing her forehead as he bundled up Ella Bear in her favorite coat and her tiny boots. Y/n, curious but willing to follow his lead, held Ella Bear as Azriel wrapped his arms around his girls and flew them to their destination.

When they landed, the air was crisp and fresh, and the faint scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Y/n gasped softly. Before them stood a picturesque cottage nestled in a meadow at the edge of a forest. The stone facade was charming and warm, with ivy climbing up one side and a thatched roof that made it look like it belonged in a dream. A small stream ran along the property, its gentle babble adding to the serenity of the scene.

“Az,” she whispered, her green eyes wide as she looked up at him. “What is this?”

Azriel smiled, his hazel eyes filled with warmth. He squeezed her hand gently, his wings rustling behind him. “It’s ours,” he said simply.

“Ours?” Her voice trembled as realization dawned.

He nodded, his gaze soft but steady. “I bought it for us. For you, me, and Ella Bear. I wanted us to have a place that was truly ours—a home where we could build a life together.”

Her breath hitched, her hand flying to her mouth as tears filled her eyes. “Az, I—”

Before she could finish, Ella Bear’s excited voice cut through the moment. “It’s so pretty!” she exclaimed, tugging at her father’s hand. “Can we go inside, Daddy?”

Azriel chuckled softly, crouching down to pick her up. “Of course, Ella Bear,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Let’s see your new home.”

With Y/n still wiping tears from her cheeks, Azriel led them inside. The interior of the cottage was cozy and inviting, with warm wooden beams, a stone fireplace, and soft rugs scattered across the floors. The scent of fresh wood and faint traces of lavender lingered in the air.

“Azriel, this is…” Y/n trailed off, her voice breaking as she looked around.

“Come with me,” Azriel said, taking her hand again. He guided her and Ella Bear down a short hallway to a door that was slightly ajar.

He set Ella Bear back on her feet and when he pushed the door open, Y'n's heart nearly stopped. The room was painted in soft pastel colors, and every surface was adorned with toys, books, and tiny decorations that screamed joy and childhood wonder. A plush bed with a dragon-shaped pillow sat against the far wall, and shelves were lined with everything a child could ever want.

Ella Bear’s face lit up like the sun. “Is this… my room?” she squeaked, her voice filled with awe as she took in the space.

Azriel smiled, his chest tightening at her reaction. “It’s all yours,” he said softly. “Auntie Feyre and Auntie Mor helped me make it perfect for you.”

The little girl squealed with delight, running to the bed and climbing up, clutching her toy dragon tightly. “It’s the best room ever!” she declared, spinning around to look at everything.

Y/n turned to Azriel, her tears falling freely now. “You did all this?” she asked, her voice breaking.

He nodded, his gaze holding hers. “You and Ella Bear deserve the best,” he said simply. “I wanted this to be a place where we could start fresh—a home for our family.”

She stepped closer, her arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face against his chest. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much.”

Azriel held her tightly, his wings curling slightly around her in a protective embrace. “I love you too,” he murmured. He pulled back and pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

From her perch on the bed, Ella Bear giggled. “Mommy and Daddy are kissing again!”

Y/n laughed through her tears, pulling back just enough to look at him. “You’ve given us more than I ever dreamed of, Az. Thank you.”

Azriel smiled, brushing a tear from her cheek. “No thanks needed. You’re home now, Baby. Both of you. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

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Azriel POV

Azriel and Y/n left Ella Bear happily playing in her new room, her laughter ringing out as she explored every toy and nook with unrestrained joy. Azriel turned to Y/n with a soft smile.

“Shall we see the rest of the house?” he asked, his voice low and warm.

She nodded, still wiping the lingering tears from her cheeks. “Lead the way,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion but laced with excitement.

Azriel guided her through the rest of the cottage, his wings rustling faintly as they walked. Every room was thoughtfully designed, the charm of the stone walls and wooden beams creating a cozy yet elegant atmosphere.

They came to a second room down the hall, its door slightly ajar. Azriel pushed it open, revealing a space bathed in soft light. It was simple yet welcoming, with a small bed, a sturdy dresser, and an empty bookshelf waiting to be filled. The neutral colors gave the room a sense of openness, as if it were waiting for its purpose.

“This is beautiful,” she said, running her hand along the frame of the bed. “It feels like it’s waiting for someone.”

Azriel stood behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he breathed her in before placing a kiss on the side of her neck. “It is,” he said softly. “If… we ever want to grow our family, there’s space here for more children. For siblings for Ella Bear.”

She turned to him, her green eyes wide with surprise. “You’ve thought about that?” she asked, her voice quiet.

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve thought about everything, Y/n. I want more children with you, Baby. Perhaps a son that has my wings and his mother’s captivating green eyes.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up, cupping his cheek as she smiled. “You’re an incredible man, Azriel,” she said softly.

He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before taking her hand and leading her to the next room. The third bedroom was similar to the second, equally filled with potential. She lingered in the doorway, already envisioning what could be—a nursery, perhaps, or a room for another child to grow and dream.

Finally, Azriel guided her to the master bedroom. When he opened the door, she gasped softly. The room was grand yet cozy, with a large fireplace built into the stone wall and a massive four-poster bed draped with soft, inviting linens. A plush rug covered the wooden floor, and the warm light from the fireplace gave the room a golden glow.

“Azriel,” she whispered, stepping inside. “This is… perfect.”

He watched her with a quiet smile as she ran her fingers along the edge of the bed, her gaze taking in every detail—the intricate carvings on the wooden posts, the cozy seating area near the hearth, the soft curtains framing the windows that overlooked the meadow outside.

“I wanted this room to feel like us,” he said, his voice steady. “A place where we could retreat, where we could be together and build a life filled with love.”

She turned to him, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “You’ve thought of everything,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “This is more than I ever dreamed of.”

Azriel stepped closer, his hands settling on her waist as he pulled her gently against him. “You’re my mate,” he said softly. “I’ve spent years imagining what our life could look like. Now that you’re here, I want to make all of it a reality.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks again, but she was smiling. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too,” he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

******

Azriel POV

Azriel stepped into the small but cozy cottage with the last box of their belongings, the scent of pine and freshly hewn wood filling the air. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting golden light over the simple furnishings and the little details Y/n had insisted on—embroidered cushions, delicate curtains, and a soft woven rug that their daughter had immediately sprawled out on as soon as they’d arrived. It wasn’t the grand River House or the sprawling House of Wind, but it was perfect. It was theirs.

Azriel glanced over at Y/n, who was standing near the hearth with their daughter in her arms. Her dark hair glowed in the firelight, and her eyes sparkled with the joy of this new beginning. He felt a pang in his chest, a feeling so full it almost hurt.

“Ready for bed, my little Ella Bear?” Azriel asked their daughter, his voice soft as he approached. She yawned dramatically, resting her head on Y/n’s shoulder with a sleepy smile.

“I’m not tired,” she mumbled, though her drooping eyes betrayed her.

Y/n chuckled and handed her over to Azriel. “Not tired at all, huh?” she teased, brushing a gentle kiss to their daughter’s forehead before stepping aside to let him take over.

Azriel carried her to the small bedroom Auntie Feyre and Auntie Mor had prepared just for her. The little bed was piled high with plush blankets and a stuffed dragon from Uncle Cassian she refused to sleep without.

Tucking her in, Azriel smoothed her dark hair away from her face, his shadows curling protectively around the edges of the room as if to guard her dreams. “Goodnight, my sweet Ella Bear. Daddy loves you.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you, Daddy,” she murmured, her tiny hand reaching for his as her eyes fluttered shut.

Azriel lingered for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall with each even breath, before silently slipping out of the room. He closed the door just enough to let a sliver of firelight peek in.

When he turned, Y/n was leaning against the doorframe of their own bedroom, her arms crossed and a soft smile playing on her lips. “She’s out like a light,” she whispered.

Azriel crossed the space between them, his hands sliding around her waist as he drew her close. “Our first night here,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Feels… surreal.”

She looked up at him, her hands resting on his chest. “Feels like home,” she replied, her voice just as soft.

He kissed her then, slow and deep, pouring everything he felt—love, gratitude, desire—into the connection. She melted against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he guided her back into their new bedroom.

The bed was freshly made with crisp linen sheets.

It wouldn’t remain pristine for long.

He found himself pulling her into his arms, his lips crashing down on hers in a kiss that was both possessive and reverent. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his with unspoken urgency.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their chests rising and falling in sync. Her green eyes were dark with desire, and she took a step back, her hands moving to the ties of her robe. Slowly, deliberately, she let the fabric slide off her shoulders, pooling at her feet to reveal the lingerie she wore beneath—a delicate set of black lace that left little to the imagination.

Azriel’s gaze raked over her, his hunger palpable. “You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice rough with need.

She smiled, a wicked curve of her lips, and reached for him again.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, her fingers deftly working to rid him of his remaining clothes.

Once they were both bare, skin to skin, she led him to the bed, pushing him gently onto the soft surface. She climbed atop him, her thighs straddling his hips, and leaned down to kiss him again, her movements slow and deliberate. Her lips traced a path down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin in a way that made him groan.

But then she pulled away, leaving him aching for more, and reached for the tie from her robe.

She ran it lightly along his chest, watching his reaction with a predatory gleam in her eye. “Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice soft but firm.

Azriel’s breath hitched, but he nodded without hesitation. “With everything that I am.”

Her smile was blinding as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Then let me take charge tonight.”

Slowly, meticulously, she began to bind his wrists with the silken rope, her gaze never leaving his. “You belong to me,” she whispered, her voice a caress against his skin. “And I belong to you.”

The words echoed in the stillness of the chamber, a truth neither of them could deny. As she worked, her hands moved with practiced ease, her touch both gentle and firm. When she finally stepped back, Azriel lay exposed, vulnerable in a way he had never allowed himself to be before.

Her fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down his chest, her nails grazing the firm planes of his muscles. Azriel’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched her hand travel down further.

“You’re not going to get away so easily,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. Her lips brushed against his ear, her warm breath ghosting over his skin. “I’m just getting started and we have all night.”

Her hand slid lower, and Azriel groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking forward as her hand found him, already hard and aching for release.

Fuck.

He could feel the heat pooling low in his spine, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke of her hand.

“Patience,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement as she pulled her hand away, leaving him throbbing and wanting.

Azriel’s breath caught as her hands settled on his hips, her green eyes locking with his as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. He wanted to tangle his fingers in her long black hair, but with his wrists bound, all he could do was lay back and watch as she slowly swirled her tongue around him in dizzying patterns and sucked him deep into her warm, wet mouth.

Holy Gods.

His head fell back, a low growl escaping his throat as pleasure shot through him like wildfire.

“Do you like this?” she purred, her voice a velvety caress. “Watching your cock disappear in my mouth?”

Azriel couldn’t form a coherent response, lost in the dual sensations of her mouth on him She took him deeper, her throat constricting around him in a way that threatened to undo him completely.

But then, suddenly, she pulled away, her lips glistening as she looked up at him with a wicked grin. “My turn,” she said, rising to her feet and pushing him back onto the bed.

Azriel barely had time to process what was happening before she straddled him. His gaze raked over her, drinking in the sight of her perfect breasts, the curve of her hips, the way her body seemed to glow in the fire light from the hearth.

“Gods baby, you're killing me,” he breathed, his voice rough with want.

Her smile was soft, almost shy, as she leaned down to kiss him, her lips lingering against his in a way that made his heart ache. But then she broke the kiss, shifting her weight so she could finally sink down onto him, her warmth enveloping him completely, Azriel thought he might lose his mind.

She rocked her hips, her pace agonizingly slow as she took him deep, her walls clenching around him. Her hands skimmed over body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until she moaned, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Azriel’s cock.

Azriel’s hands itched to touch her but remained bound above his head. “So fucking gorgeous," he rasped as he drank in the sight of her riding him. "You feel… perfect,” he ground out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Like you were made for me.”

Her breath hitched, her pace faltering for a moment as those words soak into her. Then she leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless.

Her hands moved lower, finding her clit and circling it in tight, maddening strokes. She cried out, her body trembling as pleasure surged through her, her walls tightening around Azriel in a way that nearly pushed him over the edge.

“That’s it, baby. Come on me,” Azriel urged, his voice a seductive command. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

She obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves as she clenched around him, milking him as she rode out every last wave of ecstasy. Azriel groaned, his own climax ripping through him a moment later, spilling himself deep inside her.

******

Azriel POV

While he was still seated inside her, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “There’s something I want to show you… something extraordinary. It’s a mating ceremony gift passed down from generations in our family. My brother gave it to me after our mating ceremony and I’ve been saving it for the perfect time. It’s… magical.”

Azriel’s eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity warring with the haze of pleasure clouding his mind. “Magical?” he echoed, his voice rough.

“Mmm,” She hummed, her fingers trailing along his jawline. “It enhances pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever felt. But it’s not for the faint of heart. Think you can handle it, Shadowsinger?”

Mother above.

Her confidence and cockiness in the bedroom was so fucking sexy.

Azriel’s eyes narrowed, his lips curved into a slow smile, though his heart pounded in anticipation. “Try me.”

She slid off of him, moving toward the nightstand where a small, ornate box sat. She opened it with a reverence that made Azriel’s curiosity spike. Inside was a delicate chain necklace with a pendant that glowed faintly, its light shifting between hues of violet and gold.

“This,” she said, lifting the necklace carefully, “is the Amulet of Adriata. It heightens sensation—every touch, every kiss, every whisper will feel like fire on your skin. And it binds your senses to mine. Whatever I feel, you feel. And vice versa.”

Azriel’s breath caught at the idea, his body already responding to the thought of being so intimately connected to her. “How does it work?”

She moved closer, the amulet dangling from her fingers. “I place it on you, and then…” She paused, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “You surrender to it. Completely.”

Her voice dropped to a sultry murmur. “Azriel, let me take you somewhere you’ve never been before.”

He could feel the weight of her gaze, the intensity of her desire reflecting his own. His voice was low, almost a growl.

“Do it.”

She stepped forward, the amulet glowing brighter as she lifted it over his head. The moment it touched his skin, a jolt of electric pleasure shot through him, making him gasp. His vision blurred momentarily, and when it cleared, everything felt… sharper. Every brush of air against his skin, every sound in the room, every scent—it all came into focus with overwhelming clarity.

But more than that, he could feel her.

Her excitement.

Her arousal.

Her anticipation.

It was as if her emotions were entwined with his own, threading through him like a second heartbeat.

Y/n’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. “Oh…” she whispered, her hand coming up to rest on her chest. “I can feel you. Your… your hunger. And your restraint. Gods, Azriel, you’re holding back so much.” She climbed back over him, straddling him on the bed, lowering herself onto his cock.

He swallowed hard, his body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. “I don’t know if I can—”

“Let go, Az,” she interrupted, her voice firm but soft. “That’s what this is for. To let go.”

Her hands came up to cup his face, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. When she kissed him, it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Her lips were soft, but the amulet amplified every movement, every press of her mouth against his. It was as if she wasn’t just kissing him—she was consuming him.

Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers dancing over his skin with a feather-light touch that sent sparks racing through him. He could feel her pleasure mingling with his own, the connection between them deepening with every passing moment.

When she finally pulled away, her breathing was ragged, her eyes dark with desire. “Now,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Touch me.”

She untied his wrists and Azriel didn’t hesitate. His hands found her hips, rocking her against him as he pushed and pulled her over his cock. He slid one hand down between her legs and began to slowly circle his thumb on her clit as his cock continued to rock inside of her. The moment his hands made contact, a shudder ran through both of them, their connection flaring bright and hot.

She moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. “Gods, Azriel…”

He could feel every tremor of her body, every hitch of her breath, every beat of her heart. It was intoxicating.

Overwhelming.

And yet, he wanted more.

He sat up on the bed as she sat straddled his lap, chest to chest, and continued to rock her hips, her hands tangled in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp as she pulled him closer. “More,” she gasped, her voice raw with need. “Please, Azriel, more.”

His control shattered. With a growl, he grabbed her ass and stood up, wrapping her legs around his waist and walked her backwards to the wall, pressing her against it as his arms slid under her thighs, sliding her up and down on his cock.

The amulet pulsed with each touch, each kiss, each whispered plea, binding them together in a web of sensation that left no room for thought, only feeling. Azriel lost himself in her, in the way her body moved against his, in the way her pleasure became his own.

The bond between them flared brightly, and Azriel could feel her climax building, echoing within him.

When it finally hit, it was explosive. She shuddered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Azriel followed her over the edge, his own release spilling into her as the bond between them surged with blinding intensity.

For a moment, they stayed like that, caught in the aftermath, their bodies pressed together against the wall as they struggled to catch their breath. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck and planted small, featherlight kisses on her soft skin.

And as the night stretched on, they explored every inch of each other, the amulet guiding them deeper and deeper into a world of ecstasy where nothing existed but the two of them and the fire that burned hot and bright between them.

******

Azriel POV

Afterward, as they lay tangled in the sheets, the moonlight streamed through the windows of their cottage, casting a soft glow across the room as Azriel lay in bed, Y/n nestled against his side. Her steady breathing brushed against his skin, and the faint scent of her filled the air, grounding him in a way nothing else ever could.

Azriel stared up at the ceiling, his hand trailing gently along the curve of her bare back.

The warmth of her body against his own was a sensation he would never take for granted. Not after centuries of believing he'd never deserve such a thing, let alone that the Mother would bless him with it.

With her.

She stirred slightly, her lips brushing against his chest as she murmured something unintelligible in her half-asleep state. A small smile curved his lips.

His mate.

His perfect match in every way.

Azriel's mind wandered back to the moments they'd just shared-raw, consuming, and electric. She was unlike anything he could have imagined: fierce and yielding, soft yet demanding, and utterly unashamed to explore where his sexual appetites lingered. She didn't shy away from the intensity of his desire; she matched it with her own, meeting him thrust for thrust, touch for touch, until they both lost themselves in the heat and power of their connection.

He had always kept his deepest desires locked away, hidden behind the stoicism he was known for. Shadows were his domain, and secrets were his trade. Yet, she had unraveled him piece by piece, revealing not only the man beneath the warrior but the untamed hunger that had always burned within. And she hadn't run from it. She had embraced it, embraced him, with a fire that matched his own.

Azriel's shadows danced lightly around the room, as if celebrating the bond they shared. It wasn't just about the physical connection they had - though the physical was extraordinary. It was about how completely they understood each other, how seamlessly they fit. In every kiss, every whispered word, and every shared breath, they became one, losing themselves in each other only to emerge stronger.

He tightened his arm around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She shifted, her green eyes fluttering open, sleepy but curious. "What are you thinking about?" she murmured, her voice husky from sleep.

He gazed down at her, sliding his hand up from her back to her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve. "About how lucky I am," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of his emotions. "To have you. To be yours. To be with someone who knows me so completely and... shares all of me."

A teasing smile curved her lips as she shifted to rest her chin on his chest. "All of you, huh?" she murmured, her fingers trailing down his torso, making him shiver. "Even the parts you used to think you had to hide?"

"Especially those parts," he replied, his voice dropping to a low rumble. His hand moved to cup her face, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes. "You make me feel whole, baby. Like every part of me-light and dark— belongs with you."

Her gaze softened, and she leaned up to kiss him, slow and tender. "That's because you do," she whispered against his lips. "We're one, Azriel. Always."

He held her tightly, his heart full to bursting. As her warmth enveloped him once more, Azriel made a silent vow to himself and to the stars: to cherish her, to honor her, and to thank the Mother every day for this life-for this woman and this little girl.

His girls.

His whole world.

His everything.

Y/n rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his skin. “This is where we’re meant to be,” she whispered, her voice heavy with contentment and exhaustion.

Azriel pressed a kiss to her hair, his shadows still lingering around them as if unwilling to leave this sacred moment unprotected. “Yes,” he agreed, his voice no louder than a breath. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. She’s perfect.”

As the firelight dimmed and sleep began to claim them, the quiet peace of their little cottage wrapped around them like a second blanket.

It wasn’t just a house.

It was home.

And it was everything Azriel had ever dreamed of.

Chapter 6

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Eleven

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Eleven: Mark of Death

Summary: Aiura causes more problems for Saiki and (Y/N).

“I thought she’d give up by now,” said Saiki, rubbing his temples as he heard Miko’s rambling thoughts about “SK and (Your Initials) Hunting.”

“She’s certainly persistent,” agreed (Y/N).

“I’m going to hide and change my name,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) was used to his deadpan exaggerations. “She’s coming this way, isn’t she?”

“Yes.” Quickly, Saiki stood, took (Y/N)’s hand, and dragged them out the door before Miko—who had found their names listed on her sheet—could grab them for her fortune-telling.

“Oh, (Y/N)!”

“Too late,” said Saiki grouchily as Yumehara’s voice carried down the hall.

“Go ahead,” laughed (Y/N), squeezing his hand. “Maybe I can talk some sense into Miko while I’m with her.”

“She’s going to flirt with you,” said Saiki.

“And I’m not going to flirt back,” reminded (Y/N). They pushed him forward as Yumehara ran down the hall. “Go on.”

Saiki looked at them and decided to keep an eye on things before walking speedily off. (Y/N) chuckled before turning to face Yumehara.

“Hi, Chiyo,” they said, smiling.

“Where’s Saiki going?” asked Yumehara.

“Bathroom,” said (Y/N). “Did you need me?”

“Miko wants to talk to you,” said Yumehara. “Come on!”

“Do I get a choice?” said (Y/N) as Yumehara grabbed their wrist.

“Nope!”

“That’s what I thought.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“Here they are!” said Yumehara, gesturing to (Y/N) in front of Miko. They stood on the roof of the school.

(Y/N) waved and smiled. “Hi, I’m (L/N).”

“(L/N) (Y/N), right?” Miko lit up. “Your initials are exactly what I’m looking for! Do you know anyone with the initials S.K.?!”

“Yeah, I know a bunch of people with those initials,” said (Y/N) brightly. “As for my initials…thank you?”

“You are so sweet. I love your aura, when I can see it.” Miko was beaming and rambling. “You are so pretty, too, you know? Literally so cute.”

“Oh.” (Y/N) laughed nervously. On top of the roof shed, Saiki’s eye twitched. “Thanks, Aiura.”

“Call me Miko,” said Miko. She winked. “I mean, you’re probably one of my soulmates.”

“That’s sweet, but I don’t know you.”

Yumehara, Miko, and Saiki all winced as (Y/N) smiled even while speaking such devastating words. Apparently, they had no idea how cutting that was (they were just too honest and cheerful).

“Just wait!” said Miko. She grinned and gave (Y/N) a peace sign. “Once I find our S.K., you’ll see our auras together, and it’ll be perfect.”

“I’m okay,” said (Y/N) again, still bright. “I don’t think I’m the one for you. But I’ll be your friend.” They closed their eyes and smiled.

Saiki just stared as they sparkled. They were way too cute (Miko had a point, unfortunately).

“Okay!” said Miko, grinning and putting her arm around their shoulder. She winked. “Cute people should hang together.”

(Y/N) smiled, pleased. There we go, that worked!

Saiki didn’t even need to know (Y/N)’s thoughts—and he really couldn’t read them because of the germanium earrings—but he knew for a fact they thought they had fixed the situation. (It was sweetly optimistic, so he could never be mad, but he was also watching Miko fall head-over-heels into a crush on (Y/N). They were just that sweet).

Miko sighed and pouted, leaning on (Y/N)’s shoulder. “If only we could add the SK to our trio.”

“Why haven’t you seen his aura yet?” asked Yumehara.

“My abilities just don’t work at school,” sighed Miko. “I have no idea why.”

(Y/N) shrugged.

Saiki leaned back comfortably on the shed roof. You can’t see auras because I’m nearby. You would know if you looked, but my aura is so large it covers the whole school, so mine is the only one you can see. As long as you never find that out, you will never unveil my true identity.

Yumehara brightened. “Maybe Mr. Right’s aura is so big you can’t see it!”

Uh-oh, thought (Y/N).

“That’s it!” said Miko excitedly.

Okay. She figured it out. Saiki cursed the world.

“But if so, wouldn’t their aura be huge?” said Miko. “That’s, like, crazy. It’s super off the chain. I’ve never heard that before.”

“Yeah, but it means they’re still here, right?” said Yumehara excitedly. “We can watch the gate from here! If you start to see the auras after someone passes through, that’s the SK!”

“You’re so smart!” said Miko.

Good luck, Kusuo, thought (Y/N).

They, Yumehara, and Miko sat down to watch people leave school for the day. As they watched, Saiki walked out the gate. (Y/N) leaned forward, wondering what he was planning.

“That’s Saiki, he’s on my list!” said Miko. She looked at (Y/N). “What do you think of him?”

“He’s my friend,” said (Y/N), smiling. My boyfriend.

“He’s gone,” said Yumehara. “Can you see any aura?”

Miko sighed and shook her head. “No. Nothing.”

Oh, he teleported, thought (Y/N)

“Well, Saiki does have Kokomi, after all,” said Yumehara.

(Y/N) winced. They didn’t want to talk about that. So, they interrupted. “How long are we going to wait here?”

“Until everyone leaves!” said Miko forcefully.

“I have to go home tonight, sorry,” said Yumehara.

“It’s alright. You gave me a great clue,” said Miko. “Bye, Chiyopipi!”

“Bye, Miko, (Y/N),” said Yumehara, leaving.

“Bye,” said (Y/N), smiling.

And so, they were left to watch the sun go down and everyone filter out of the school. Poor Saiki was stuck on the shed roof to keep an eye on the situation and to keep Miko from seeing any auras until she gave up.

(Y/N) leaned on the railing and looked at the city around them. “Miko, why are you looking for someone with SK and my initials?”

“My fortune told me they’re going to make me happier in life,” said Miko. “Obviously, they’re my soulmates.”

"Couldn’t that be friendship?” said (Y/N), looking at her.

“Sounds like soulmates,” said Miko.

“Yeah, but it could just be friendship,” said (Y/N). They smiled gently. “Think about it. I mean, if you really like these people you end up finding, then try to be their friend before anything else. Then, whatever happens, you have a great bond.”

Miko looked at (Y/N) curiously. “I never thought about it that way.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I think you should let things develop naturally, not just read your fortune. Let yourself have some fun, get surprised.”

“I’ve never really done that,” said Miko, considering. “I guess that would mean leaving tonight.”

“If you’re meant to meet someone—friend or anything else—it’ll happen on it’s own,” said (Y/N) encouragingly. “And I don’t care about this whole fate and initials thing, but I’ll be your friend.”

“Even though I dragged you into this as my soulmate?” said Miko.

“I have weird friends, I’m used to it,” laughed (Y/N).

Miko smiled before looking back out. “Ah! I can see the auras!” Her eyes widened excitedly.

Kusuo must have left, thought (Y/N). The situation had gotten handled, so he managed to leave. At least he’ll get some rest. “OH, that’s good.”

“I want to look at yours again! When I saw it for a second, it was so pretty—Ah!” Miko’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at (Y/N).

They tilted their head. “What’s the matter?”

“You have the mark of death on you!” exclaimed Miko worriedly.

(Y/N) froze. “Uh…what?” That didn��t sound good.

“I’m serious, it’s right there on your face,” said Miko.

“What do I d—whoa!”

As (Y/N) straightened, the railing behind them snapped, and they toppled backwards. They let out a cry, and Miko dove to catch them. She caught their ankle, and (Y/N) hung precariously over the side of the roof.

“Oh my god!” cried Miko. This is serious! It couldn’t be worse! “Hold on, (Y/N)!” Damn, if I could’ve seen their aura earlier, I could have stopped this! Her grip began to slip. I need to pull them up somehow!

As (Y/N) swung precariously over the ground below, they panicked. Only one thought came to mind as they felt themself slip. “Kusuo!” they shouted, squeezing their eyes shut.

They slipped. They fell. They screamed.

Strong arms wrapped around them and held them tight. (Y/N)’s heart thumped against their chest, and they opened their eyes. Saiki, breathing heavily from his own panicked teleportation, held them tightly to him.

“Too close,” said Saiki, holding them tightly.

“Kusuo!” said (Y/N), throwing their arms around his neck and hugging him. They were so relieved he was there. “You came!”

“Always,” promised Saiki. He looked up at the roof. Miko was starting at him and (Y/N) with wide eyes. Unfortunately, the call had been so close that he couldn’t avoid revealing himself. To save (Y/N) though, it was worth whatever trouble Miko brought. They were worth it.

Saiki teleported himself and (Y/N) back onto the roof. Miko whirled in shock and stared at him. Ignoring her for the moment, Saiki put (Y/N) back on their feet but kept a protective arm around them. If they still had the mark of death, he was sticking close by.

“How on earth did you do that?!” cried Miko.

“I caught them,” said Saiki.

“But we saw you leave earlier,” said Miko. “What are you doing here?”

“He, uh…” (Y/N) was still too shaky to come up with a lie (and nothing could really cover this mishap).

“I teleported back.” Saiki couldn’t avoid the truth on this one.

“Teleported?” said Miko. “What are you?!”

“Nothing. Just a regular old psychic high schooler,” said Saiki, blunt as ever.

“Psychic? Are you sure it’s not puberty?” said Miko.

“Is that part of puberty?” said (Y/N), blinking.

“No,” said Saiki firmly. “You have powers similar to mine.”

“Show me proof!” said Miko.

“I don’t really care if you believe me or not.” What mattered was keeping (Y/N) safe. Saiki had done that.

“Come on, Kusuo, just show her,” said (Y/N). “No avoiding it now.”

“Fine.” Saiki held up a spoon.

“What, you’re going to bend a spoon? That old trick?” said Miko.

Saiki tied the spoon in a knot.

“He tied it in a knot!” cried Miko, gesturing wildly at it while staring at (Y/N). “That’s way better than just bending it! And it’s wiggling all by itself! This is super creepy!!

“Do you believe me now?”

Miko took the knotted spoon and took a photo.

“What are you doing?” asked (Y/N).

“I’m going to put it on the internet!” said Miko excitedly.

Saiki glowered and took the phone before she could do anything. “No, don’t! You are not to tell anyone about this!”

“Huh? Oh, okay,” said Miko. She paused and looked at (Y/N). “How do they know?”

Saiki and (Y/N) looked at each other. (Y/N) shrugged. They were in so far, might as well go further.

“We’re dating,” said (Y/N).

“What?!” shouted Miko.

“So neither of us are interested in you,” added Saiki bluntly.

“Rude,” said Miko, pointing at him. “But I’ll deal with that later. We have something way more important to deal with.” She changed to point at (Y/N). “You could still have the mark of death.”

“I’ll protect them,” said Saiki instantly.

“With you around, I can’t see if the mark has left,” said Miko, putting her hands on her hips. “So shoo.”

“No.”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“Yeah!”

“Kusuo,” said (Y/N). “You can watch from a distance. But Miko has a point. Her powers don’t work unless she can see my aura.” Saiki glowered, and (Y/N) smiled. They touched his arm. “Don’t worry. I’ll be alright.”

“Fine.” Saiki was seriously displeased.

But he was still forced to stand on a rooftop and watch from afar as (Y/N) and Miko walked back towards (Y/N)’s home. Unfortunately, the mark was still present, so Miko, Saiki, and (Y/N) were tense as they walked through the streets of the city.

“So what exactly does the mark of death mean?” asked (Y/N).

“It means you’re going to have seriously bad luck that could kill you,” said Miko. “That’s why it’s so bad! And until a certain event that’s the most likely to kill you is stopped, it’s going to stay with you!”

“Falling from a roof isn’t enough?” said (Y/N).

“No!” whined Miko.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” said (Y/N).

“Why aren’t you freaking out?!” said Miko.

“Because I trust you and Kusuo,” said (Y/N), the words coming easily. They really meant it. “I know that whatever happens, you two will be there until the mark goes away.”

Oh, wow. I really don’t deserve—

“Watch out!” cried Miko, grabbing (Y/N) as a trunk skidded off the road and went careening towards them. (Y/N) and Miko screamed, grabbing one another.

“He has the mark of death, too!” cried Miko, staring at the driver, who was completely asleep.

“Don’t worry. I’m in the truck with him.”

(Y/N) and Miko opened their eyes as Saiki spoke to them.

“I saw what was going to happen.” He did have clairvoyance, and he had been checking it every other minute that he could to make sure (Y/N) would be safe. “So I stopped it.” He put his foot on the break, and the truck slowed to a stop.

“I knew you’d do it,” breathed (Y/N), in relief, shoulders sagging. They had panicked a bit, but their trust hadn’t wavered (they were human. They got scared).

The crowd watching gasped and ran forward. Fortunately, Saiki had already teleported out and away to leave the man to be found and helped. (Y/N) was safe, and his mission was complete.

“So?”

Miko breathed a sigh of relief. “The marks are gone from both their faces.”

(Y/N) and Saiki also let out sighs of relief, and Saiki teleported into an alley and walked out.

“Then I’m taking (Y/N) home,” said Saiki.

“What, I can’t come with you guys?” said Miko, huffing.

“We’re not your soulmates,” said Saiki.

“We’re your friends,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Thank you for everything.”

“I’m not your friend,” said Saiki.

“Hah! They said it, so it’s true!” said Miko, pointing at him triumphantly. “You’re cool, but they’re cooler!”

Saiki glowered. “Don’t flirt with my partner.”

“I’m equal opportunity. G’night, Mr. Right, Pinky Pie,” said Miko, waving, winking, and walking off.

“I think I got through to her on the roof,” said (Y/N) cheerfully. “She wants to be our friend.”

“She’s flirting.”

“Really? I thought she was being nice.”

“That’s just because you’re nice.”

(Y/N) laughed sheepishly. “I can’t really tell the difference”

Saiki shook his head fondly. They were oblivious to how popular they really were, but he had nothing to worry about. “Let me take you back home.”

“Okay,” said (Y/N), smiling and linking their arm with his. “And for the record, I knew you were going to save me.”

“You screamed.”

“Trucks coming at me are kinda scary,” said (Y/N), shrugging. They leaned on his shoulder. “But I trust you. I mean, you’re always there for people when they need it.”

Saiki smiled down at them, leaned down, and kissed their forehead. (Y/N) laughed. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Of course, Kusuo,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Always.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Smile Like You Mean It 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)

Summary: you’re trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.

Your new dress isn’t quite new. Yet, it’s better than anything you brought from home. You can’t afford the designer looks but you found a nice dupe. You think. There was a tiktok of a similar outfit, though your vans don’t quite compliment the look. Well, how many people are going to be looking at your feet. Or looking at you.

It’s too bad your new friend, Ash, had to rush off to get her books. You could have used the moral support and yet, it’s a bit too early to be inviting her places, isn’t it? And to think of it, Colin invited you, not anyone else.

You check your phone as you walk across campus. Your tights do little against the cold and make your thighs itch. You clutch the strap of your purse, the fringe swaying with each step.

You hear the party before you get to it. As you walk up, the windows glow against the backdrop of the evening and tiki torches are lit to light the folding tables of red cups and chips and other things. Some bounce balls into the cups as the guests already there cluster around and chatter at a blustering volume.

You shrink at the precipice of the walk that divides the grass. Music pumps from within, churning in the air with the garbling voices. The front door is wide open as people come and go. You’re nearly knocked off your feet as two guys in the blue jackets brush past you.

You exhale and make yourself go forward. You grip your phone tight and look down at the screen. You should text Colin and figure out where he is. You’re distracted from sending the message as you pass a girl being crushed by a guy against the siding.

They make out sloppily, the girl seemingly helpless to his affections as he pens her in. She has her hands on his chest as he clamps her head tight. She wears corduroy skirt and puffy blouse. It’s not exactly cutting edge.

You peek at the other guests. You prepared for tall blondes and gorgeous brunettes. All the other girls are pretty and yet they aren’t the lululemon, PSL-guzzling coeds you marvel at. They’re just like you...

“Aubby!” The voice booms like thunder and centers your anxiety.

You look at Colin with wide eyes as he approaches. Oh my. He’s wearing his jacket but no shirt under it. There are blue emblems painted on his buff chest. Your eyes skim the lines of his tight muscles.

“There you are, baby doll,” he nears and drapes his arm across your shoulder. “You get a drink? You need a drink.”

You let him take over easily. Your voice remains elusive.

“See, I love that about you, Auburn. You’re so gentle and quiet. You let a man take control. Just the way it should be,” he squeezes you against him. “Fuck, I’m all over the place. Did I tell you that dress is hot as hell?”

You look down and hug yourself. You don’t know that anyone ever complimented your clothes. There wasn’t really anything to like about them. Or you.

“Let me give you a lay of the land...” he declares as he grabs a red cup from another table and hands it to you. You accept it as he claims on for himself.

He walks you through the house, yapping about the fraternity and how they have pledges serving the drinks. You notice they don’t have jackets and are dressed in tight spandex shorts and feather boas. You try not to stare.

You taste the beer. You don’t drink. You never saw the need for it. You always overheard the girls in English talking about getting lit and waking up face down but you were never in with them, and that didn’t really sound too fun.

“Eh, there he is,” Colin booms and makes you flinch. “Rafe,” he lets you go to the dab up the other guy. He’s a bit more slender than Colin, his hair is longer and floppy, and his eyes look a bit sleepy. “Aubby, this is the best guy in the place. Rafe, this is Auburn... my date.”

Date? Your eyes flicker. Is that what this is?

“Uh... hi,” you force out and nearly cough.

Rafe’s brows tilt and he looks at Colin, “she’s quiet,” the latter says.

“Cute,” the other replies as he gives you a look up and down. “I been making the rounds. Making sure everyone’s cozy.”

“Right, right,” Colin says.

“Good turn out,” Rafe says. “Thing will get going soon.”

“Sure, well, see ya round, we’re going to try to catch up,” Colin raises his cup and drains it. He turns you past Rafe and presses on. He swallows a belch, “hey, you need another?”

You look down at your cup. You’ve barely had any. You shake your head.

“Ah, babe, no problem. You take your time. Lots of beer to go around,” he assures you and waves his cup in the air. A pledge appears to switch it out. You’re embarrassed at all the nakedness.

“How about we find somewhere quiet? Lots going on, right?”

You nod. He directs you around a cluster of guys and girls. You get to the stairs and climb with him. He clings to your hand as he drags you down the hall and into a bedroom. He shuts the door and you’re relieved to have the cacophony blocked out. Then all at once, you’re nervous at the reality of being alone with him.

“I really mean it, that dress looks good on you,” he lets you go and faces you as he bites his thumb, “you got a nice body.”

You push your legs together and cradle your hot cheek. You slurp the beer before you squeak out a thank you. He smiles.

“Come on,” he goes to the bed and hops on it. He sits against the head board and slaps the space next to him. You hesitate. “No funny business. I been on my feet all day. That’s it.”

“Oh, okay,” you murmur.

You go to the bed and climb up next to him. You put one leg over the other as you extend them and he wraps his arm around your shoulder once more. He pulls himself closer. He takes a drink then puts his cup on the table at his other side.

“Are you a freshman?” He asks. You nod. “Ah, makes sense. Well, that makes you special. Freshman don’t often get in at Delta.”

“Really,” you say behind the brim of the cup.

“Well, baby, I knew you were special when I saw you,” he trails his fingers along your thigh and you twitch in surprise.

“Special?”

“Yeah, you’re not like other girls. You’re just you. I like that.” He purrs as his other hand rubs your shoulder. “And you’re pretty as all hell.”

You stare at him, burning to the core. You’ve never been this close to a guy. Never had them being so touchy or sweet. It’s overwhelming.

“I’m sorry to be a fucking simp but can I kiss you?” He rasps, “I been thinking of it all day.”

“Kiss?” You echo. “Umm...”

He gently retracts his hand and grips the cup in your hand. He dislodges it and reaches to set it with his. He turns you again and caresses your cheek.

“Just a kiss, babe? Please?”

You stare at him. You are on fire. You can’t speak. Not enough to say no. So, you nod.

Today has been a day of firsts. Your first friend, your first kiss. It’s the first day of an amazing year, you can feel it.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 9 months ago

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Maybanks sister

Series masterlist , previous chapter

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Part 2, Chapter 2- a not so fun sleepover

Summary: it is just your luck at this point. You and Kiara get caught by some weird people in the Barbados after finally getting off ‘poguelandia.’ You’re trapped with your psycho ex. Again. For a second time.

After what felt like a year, finally, someone had come to rescue you guys.

Now, you guys had been saved. You were thankful for whoever this dude was for picking you guys up, thankful to get off this damn island already.

“I got a little guide out in Saint Vincent. I was spotting fish.” He told you guys as you sat down in his plane.

“What were you spotting?” You asked the man, curious.

“You know, the usual. Wahoo.”

You quirked an eyebrow, JJ also seemed confused as he turned to you.

“Wahoo? In September?” You whispered to JJ. He had the same confused look.

“That doesn’t make sense.” He whispered back.

“I’d hang on to something. Gets a little spicy on takeoff.”

“Wahoo doesn’t run in September. Like ever.” You told them all quietly. “Kinda wish it did, cause then we’d have been eating it…” you trailed off. “It tastes so good.”

“Yeah. So whoever this dude is, he’s not a fisherman.” JJ spoke.

“Maybe the run just starts earlier out here.” Pope shrugged.

You tilted your head to the side. “In the carribean? Unlikely. They usually-“

“No, I know what this is. He’s working for my dad. And he’s probably been looking for us the entire time.” Sarah cut you off, everyone turning to her now.

“All right, we gotta find out.” JJ said. “Just gotta look for clues…”

You tapped on JJs shoulder, and pointed to a bag on the back of his seat.

“Hey, Jimmy.” John B spoke, distracting the man while JJ slowly reached for the bag, taking it and rummaging through everything. He opened a book and found a picture, a picture of the coastal venture.

He handed it to Sarah.

“So he was looking for us?” Cleo said.

“Exactly.”

“He’s working for my dad.”

“I say we all jump off.” You pointed down. The plane shook suddenly, you all grabbing on.

“Hey, yall better hold something we got some unexpected turbulence up here.”

“Guys, whatever it is, it’s happening fast. Look.”

Everyone looked out the window, seeing some land.

“That looks like Barbados. I’ve been there with Terrence.”

“Okay.. there’s 7 of us, one of him. You know my vote, we storm the cockpit.” Jj told everyone.

“Idiot. None of us know how to fly a damn plane.” You hit him in the arm.

“I’ve seen pope fly simulators.”

“Yeah, and I’ve flown the fucking Death Star on Lego Star Wars, doesn’t mean I can fly.” You shrugged.

“Well do you have an idea?” He turned to you.

“Something safe..?”

“Why don’t we just wait until the plane lands somewhere safe, and then we sneak out. And if someone comes to mess with us, we mad dog them.” Pope spoke.

“Yeah. I like that way better.” You nodded.

“I like the mad-dogging part.” Jj tilted his head.

“Just put that back. Put it back. Be cool.” Kiara told JJ, John B distracting him again so JJ could put the stuff back into the bag.

“I’ve been going since I was 18-“ he spoke, and heard a sudden noise. JJ had been caught.

“Hey man! What the hell are you doing?” He turned to JJ, slapping him away. “That’s mine! That’s my book, give it back!”

“Fly the plane! Please fly the plane. Please fly the plane.” Sarah said, the plane shaking. You were knocked straight into Cleo who helped you sit back up quickly.

The plane crashed into the water as he struggled to get it up. Everyone screaming as they fell into the back, you all piling on top of each other. The plane filled with water.

“Is everybody good?” You asked them, everyone coughing.

“Jj, wake up, man we gotta get out.” you helped him get up. John B shoved open the door, multiple people coming over.

“Oh no. They don’t look friendly.”

“No, they look very unfriendly!”

“We gotta go, come on.”

They all got out.

“Kie, go!” You told her.

“I’m coming. Go!”

“I’m not leaving until you do.”

“Guys, get out before it sinks!” JJ told you both. Kiara looked at you and back behind you, at the man sinking.

You groaned when she began to swim over, you following.

“Come on, you gotta hurry!”

They all shouted out you both. You helped Kiara get through the plane and unbuckled the man, helping her carry him through the window.

The others were all swimming now.

“Come on guys, hurry up! Hurry up!”

“We got you.” Kiara panted to him, the man unconscious as you both carried him to shore.

“Wait, where are they?” Jj asked, turning around.

“You guys, where the fuck are they?”

“They went the other way.”

You both brought him up to shore, Kiara coughing as you brought her close to you.

“Thank you.” The man told you both, awake now.

“You lied to us. Who are you?” Kiara asked, an Atv interrupting him.

“Oh God. You should get out of here.”

You stood up, helping Kiara up and both of you running away from the men.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” JJ mumbled, watching.

You both looked around, a car pulling up. You both hid by a boat, before getting caught.

“They’re over here!”

You punched a man square in the face who tried to grab Kiara, sweeping his leg and making him fall before another caught your arm. And another grabbing Kiara as you thrashed and screamed.

“Get off!” You shouted, they both dragged you guys into their trucks as you struggled.

“What… what are we gonna do?” JJ asked, teary eyes. “We’re going after them, right?”

“What… what can we do?” John B spoke.

“Where are they talking them?”

“They’re all right there, they’re looking this way we gotta go.” Cleo said and began to swam. The other followed but Jj stayed behind for a moment.

“JJ come on. We can’t save them if we get caught.”

“We lost the others. We’ll keep searching.” You heard a voice over the man’s radio.

Kiara stayed in the bed of the truck, you looked around for a moment before jumping out and before you could even tell her to get out, you were being shouted at.

You ran away, as far as you could. But that wasn’t very far before they caught you again, one of them punching you and knocking you down, your cheek falling right back onto the sand.

“Jesus, dude! I’m gonna have a black fucking eye!” You shouted, groaning as they threw you back into the truck.

“Worth a shot, I guess.” You shrugged when Kiara looked at you in shock.

The pilot came up to the truck.

“We saved your life.” Kiara whispered to him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry. I’m gonna try to help you, okay? I swear, I didn’t know it was gonna be like this. Look, if you don’t fight, if you just do what they say, these guys probably… they probably won’t hurt you.”

“Probably?” You recoiled, making a face at him.

“What did Ward promise you?” Kiara asked.

“Who? Hey, just take my advice, do what they say. Good luck.”

The man got back in the truck.

“All right, let’s go.”

- - - - ᨳ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ഒ - - - -

“Jesus, this dude is loaded.” You whispered to yourself when the truck drove up to the house. Kiara and you looked at each other worriedly as you were being walked in.

The house was huge, full of antiques and relics.

“Take them upstairs. The Orinoco room.” One women said, and you both were grabbed by the arm and dragged upstairs.

You shoved the dudes arm off you when you entered the room.

“Inside.”

“Why are we here? Who are you working for?”

“Dinner at eight. I’d clean up.”

“Just tell us what they want!-“ Kiara shouted, but the man shut the door in her face and the door locked.

“Great. This is fun. A little sleepover.”

Kiara looked out the window, and you looked at the dresses hanging up.

“At least they’ve got taste…?” You mumbled, flicking through the dresses. Two red dresses for each size.

“Pick your size.” The note read. You shrugged to yourself, grabbing one.

“Least it gets me out of these clothes.”

Later, the both of you were escorted downstairs.

“You know, this dress looks actually pretty good on me. Think they’ll let me keep it?” You asked Kiara when you walked downstairs, looking at yourself in a mirror.

“Why out of everyone to be stuck with did it have to be you?” She murmured.

“I’m offended. I think it’s a lot better than being struck with JJ. I’m just trying to lighten the mood.”

As you walked down and were directed into a room.

“Uh, excuse me?” Kiara said to a man, with a shaved head.

The man turned around, his eyes meeting yours first, his face falling.

“No, I knew you and Ward were behind this shit.” Kiara spoke, your mouth agape as you stared at him as in shock.

“What are you talking about? You guys trying to weasel in on my deal? Is that what’s going on?” He walked towards Kiara.

“No fucking way!” You shouted, turning on your heels, holding your hands up and beginning to walk out before a guard manhandled you inside, throwing you onto the floor. “Goddamnit!” You huffed.

“Is there like any other room I can be in? Specifically without him?” You asked the guard, before he slammed the door in your face.

“Seriously?” Rafe started. “You’re so fucking imm-“

“Yes, seriously! Last time I saw you was months ago, and you held a gun to my head and a knife to my throat! How am I immature?” You pointed at him, standing up and getting closer to him, shouting in his face now.

“I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know.” A man said. All of you turning to him now. He chuckled and turned.

“Who are you?” Rafe asked the man.

“Me? My name is Carlos Singh. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cameron. And Ms. Carrera and l/n, I do apologize for the rough tactics of bringing you here.”

He turned his gaze to you.

“And I heard you’re a fighter. And a runner. Roughed up a few of my guys.” He chuckled. “All is forgiven. Please, come.” He motioned to the other room.

Kiara looked back at you.

“Sit down.”

Rafe looked at Kiara and at you, you sneered at him and walked behind Kiara, your arms crossed as you sat down on a chair.

“Rough tactics. What about me?” Rafe asked the man.

“Yes, Mr. Cameron. False pretenses. But, the ends justify the means, I’m afraid. Sit. Please.”

Rafe sat on a chair next to you, while you scooted over as far as you possibly could. He exhaled as he looked at you and back at the man.

“We have a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah, fucking right we do.” You scoffed, leaning back in the chair.

- - - - ᨳ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ഒ - - - -

“Hey. Hey!” He shouted, hanging on the closed door and messing with the doorknob.

“Oh my God, yeah I’m gonna lock myself in the bathroom, do not disturb me.” You murmured as the man shut the door, Kiara grabbing your wrist and stopping you.

“If I have to deal with him, so do you.”

You groaned. “It’s locked, you dumbass.” You told him when he tried to continue to get it open. Kiara and you walked towards the window, he followed.

“Get off me, man!” Portis shouted.

“Who the hell is that guy?” Rafe asked, watching the man be dragged.

“We know him. It’s Jimmy Portis. He was trying to help us.” Kiara whispered. Singh looked at the window, pulling out a gun.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Rafe spoke, the man dissapearing in the back. All you could hear was the gun firing.

Rafe swallowed, Kiara panted, your mouth hung open in shock.

“This diary. Hey, no bullshit.” He turned to you, “don’t bullshit me. Do you guys have it?”

“I don’t know anything about a damn diary!” You told him. “You sure you don’t?”

“I think I would know if I fucking-“ he started.

“Kie?” You turned to her, voice hopeful. She shook her head.

“No.”

“Well, it’s official. We’re all dying together.” You said with a groan, running a hand over your face.

“Nobodies dying.” Rafe said, glancing at you.

“Yeah? What’s your bright idea then, buzz?” You asked, your arms crossed.

Ouch, went straight for the haircut.

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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 4 - Immediate Murder Professionals

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

Blitzø just might be stupid.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Word Count: 2,340

Warnings: eh, mentions of sex only i think. also stolas is newly separated so he's trying this new thing called flirting. yes i'm a firm believer that stolas is naturally so weirdly flirty he could make a succubus flustered no questions asked.

“...and then I yelled ‘sorry I fucked your husband’ and just kinda… left.”

Everyone was gathered around the big table in the meeting room at I.M.P., per Blitzø’s request. Well, he didn’t request it, per se- it was something more along the lines of yelling “Anyone who’s not a whiny bitch follow me, I got something to show you” and everyone just sort of complying.

He had been on and on in excruciating detail about how he’d up and stolen whatever it was he wanted to show you. He had yet to show you a thing.

“Oh wow. You are an idiot,” you state.

“And why is that, witch bitch?”

“You stole from a Goetia prince?”

“Yeah I did. And I looked sexy doing it.”

“What did you even wanna steal so bad?” Millie asks.

“Oh-ho-ho. You’re not even fuckin’ ready. None of you are even fucking ready.” He slams a big, heavy book on the desk. You inspect it, trying to figure out why he would go out of his way, in a borderline suicidal quest, to steal a book. Your eyes widen when you realize you know exactly what it is.

“You stole from STOLAS?” He had to be fucking- wait. “Wait, you fucked Stolas?”

“What how’d you know it was him?”

“It’s- it’s his Grimoire. That’s what this is isn’t it?”

“Yup. And with this,” he explains to the others, since apparently you already knew of it, “we’ll be able to go up to the living world and kill any human we’re paid to kill.”

“That- that’s- Blitzø this is insane. And I don’t mean good insane. I mean batshit crazy insane.”

“How do you even know what this is?”

“I- I used to see him a lot. You know. Ozzie stuff. They’re always in meetings. I didn’t- I’m really having trouble believing he acted like that-”

“What, like a needy bitch in heat?” Blitzø cuts you off.

You feel yourself get flustered at the implication, not managing to finish whatever you had been about to say.

“Oh my fucking Satan, Blitz,” Loona lets out a groan, frustrated at what she was hearing, which is fair. It’s enough to prompt her to leave the room entirely, assumingly to her seat at the front desk.

“Sir, you need to give this back.” Moxxie pushes the book across the table back to him.

“What? After everything I had to go through to get it? No way!”

“No, Mox is right. Stolas is nice, but he’s still, like, one of the most powerful demons down here, dude. And this is- this is next level doing him wrong. You didn’t just steal from him, you played with his feelings too. That’s so much worse.”

“Feelings? Come on! So we’re all ganging up on Blitzo now, are we?” You all cringed a bit whenever he used his own given name. It felt weird and just totally… wrong, considering how adamant he always was about correcting everyone else when it came to it, but, to be fair, he didn’t really seem to notice when he did it. He just happened to absentmindedly call himself that sometimes when he was feeling criticized, which… well, you weren’t sure if you wanted to unpack whatever that meant. He keeps on. “I’m sorry I worry about us having jobs and money to pay rent and food to feed ourselves!”

“Blitz that’s not-” Millie starts, but gets cut off by Loona, who walks back into the room. “Guys, there’s an… owl… guy… thing… looking for Blitz out there.”

Oh, shit.

“We’re gonna die,” Moxxie mutters under his breath, starting to chant it over and over again, eyes almost popping out of his head. Millie puts her arms around his shoulders and brings his head to her lap to try and calm him down, sending a death glare- much like yourself- towards Blitzø, who now looked like a deer in headlights, caught red-handed, apparently not expecting to be found that soon.

“Uuuhhh, tell him I’m not here!”

“Already did, he said some weird shit about being able to smell you or whatever the fuck that was about. That guy’s a fucking freak.” Huh. Maybe Blitzø wasn’t lying.

“Uhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck, gotta think, gotta think,” Blitzø begins pacing in circles around the room.

“Well? What the fuck did you expect?”

“I didn’t think that far ahead, alright? Sue me.”

“Oh really? I could have sworn you had everything figured out!”

His head shoots up and he points at you, completely ignoring your sarcasm. “You go talk to him!”

“Me? This is your problem!”

“Our problem! You work here don’t you?”

“Blitz I swear to Satan.”

“Pleeeaaaase?” He tries making puppy eyes at you. It’s kind of bizarre, but not entirely useless. “You said you know him, he’ll probably be nicer to you. Maybe you can soften the blow. Ha. Blow.”

“If it doesn’t work I’m ratting you out and I’m not gonna feel bad about it.”

“Thank you thank you thank you, I’ll owe you one, now go!”

You let out a groan, making sure he hears it. You could not believe you were about to do this. Sure, let’s confront pissed-off demon royalty about something of theirs that you definitely have in your possession just in the next room. Nothing could possibly go wrong with that. “Can you tell him to go to your dad’s office, Loons?”

“Yeah whatever.”

You make your way out of the meeting room and into Blitzø’s office, which is… a sight to behold. There were horse drawings scattered everywhere around the room, figurines of Millie, Moxxie, and yourself on top of his desk (you didn’t even want to know), guns you knew definitely didn’t have their safety locks on just laying on various different surfaces. Yeah, it was all very on-brand.

You sit down on his chair, getting barely a few seconds to prepare yourself for your talk with Stolas before he walks into the room.

Well, no, he doesn’t exactly walk in. He leans against the door frame, pulling a leg up and running a hand up it as he starts speaking, yet to take a look into the room. “For someone so remarkably sexy you are so hard to find, Bli- oh my!” He’s visibly startled when he finally makew eye contact with you, evidently having expected Blitzø to be the one in your place. Almost tripping over himself, he tries to pull himself together, fixing his posture and wiping non-existent dust off of his clothes as if to pretend he hadn’t just made a fool of himself. Stolas had always kept his composure around you whenever he went over to meet with Ozzie, so this behavior… it was definitely new.

He clears his throat. “I’m sorry. I thought you were-”

You decide to save him the embarrassment. Or, well, further embarrassment. “Your Highness! Hi.”

“Y/n.” He remembers your name. What, of course he remembers your name, dumbass! That’s completely normal. “You… Do you not work for Asmodeus anymore?”

“Not really. I’d been working there a long time. Wanted to try something new.”

“So you chose to work… here?” He motions around, and you couldn’t blame him. It didn’t look like the best place in Hell. And you supposed it did seem like an odd change in occupation.

“We’re a work in progress.”

“Well, do you and Asmodeus still keep in touch? I recall you were quite good friends.”

“Yes! We still are. We still are. How have you been, uh, doing, your highness?” You ask, carefully.

“Please, there is still no need to call me that.” Your interactions always went like this- you called him by his title, he insisted you call him by his name, and you always refused to. Strangely enough, you called him by his name when referring to him in conversation with Ozzie.

But you don’t feel the need for all of that now. “Right, I’m sorry. Stolas.”

“Well, I haven’t been doing quite so great, actually. I’m sure you’re aware why.”

You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them up again and forcing yourself to make eye contact with him, trying to stay collected. Play it cool. “I… might have an idea, yes.”

“You see, you have worked with Asmodeus for a long time. You’ve been around myself plenty, haven’t you, darling?”

Had he ever called you darling before? You’re positive he’s never, ever done that.

Chill, dumbass! It’s just a fancy people thing. No big deal. “Yes.”

“Yes, so you know how crucial my Grimoire is for my purpose in the Ars Goetia, don’t you?” He speaks to you in an almost condescending manner. You almost feel insulted. Did his voice always sound like that?

“Yes.”

“Perfect. So I suppose you understand why I would be very upset when I came to find out your friend, Blitzy, stole such a sacred artifact from me.”

“I understand.”

“My Grimoire contains spells that are meant for mine and, in the future, my daughter’s use only, and it would simply be a scandal if it fell into the hands of itty bitty imps such as yourselves.” Okay, he was definitely being condescending now. Why was it kind of hot? It was definitely hot.

What the fuck.

“Uhhhhh-”

“It makes things so much worse that he simply hurt my feelings! After a night of such passionate fornication, you could only imagine my surprise when I came to find out the book had been missing! Had I not known better I would have sworn it had been deceiving work of someone like yourself.”

“Like myself?”

“You are a succubus, aren’t you, dear?” He tilts his head to the side as if what he meant had been obvious. And it probably had- you’d just read too much into it. Was what Blitzø had told you about what happened getting to your head or something?

“Ooookay. Uh. I’m really- I’m really sorry about… all of that. Uh. Wow. Uh that really is a lot huh? I’m just gonna… I’m just gonna go call Blitz now and you guys can talk it out maybe. That fine for you? Fantastic. Good talk, Stolas!”

You slip past him and out of the office, catching your breath before going back into the meeting room to call Blitzø and let him handle the situation. What the actual fuck was that?

[. . .]

“So?” Millie questions Blitzø as he enters the meeting room again after a good half hour. Everyone follows, looking at him expectantly.

He pauses, for dramatic effect. “Guess who just founded the first human-killing business in Hell?”

“What?” You ask, incredulous.

“I’m sorry sir are you saying the Prince is letting us use his spell book?”

“You heard it, Mox.”

“H-how?”

“Well I’m gonna have to dick him down every full moon but I guess that’s a good trade.”

The room goes silent.

Moxie breaks the silence first. “Uhh, what?”

“What?”

“What’s that about the full moon?”

“Oh well. Well, apparently I’m a fantastic fucking lay, just unforgettable. So all I gotta do to have the book is give it back to him every full moon and then fuck him into oblivion and we’re good to go.”

“And you’re sure you’re fine with that?” You ask him, carefully.

“Well yeah? It’s fucking great! We get the book AND I get to fuck a Prince into submission every once in a while? Couldn’t be better.”

You’re not that sure about it, but what was the point in arguing with him? You shrug. “If you say so.”

“And he’s just… fine with that?” Moxxie questions, not buying it.

“What, you think I’d lie?”

“Yeah,” everyone replies, without hesitation.

“Well I’m not!”

“Well shit. Your dick must be good.” Well, that wasn’t supposed to come out.

He grins. “Ya wanna find out?”

You stare at him, unamused, for a second, locking eyes with Moxxie soon after.

“You deserved that,” Moxxie points out.

“Yeah I regretted it as soon I said it.”

“You really should have seen it coming,” Blitzø himself adds.He grabs the Grimoire, bringing everyone’s attention to it. “So. Aren’t y’all curious? I know I wanna know what the human realm is like.”

“It’s really not that different from here,” you tell him.

“Oh yeah, I forget you’ve been there before. What do you guys even do there?”

“Uuuhhh.”

“They fuck people to death, Mills, ain’t that cool?”

“Oh shut up you know that hardly ever happens anymore.”

“But’cha could.”

You sigh, knowing he just wanted to hear that he was right. You give him a little smile. “But I could.”

“Hell yeah!” It was always weirdly nice that he thought that part of what you were was cool rather than being disgusted by it. “Should we go take a look?”

“How’d ya even work this thing?” Millie asks, examining the book in Blitzø’s hands.

“Fuck if I know.”

“You didn’t ask him?” Loona asks.

“Not really.”

“I’m not even-” she rolls her eyes. “Gimme that” Snatching the book from him and going through the pages for a bit, she stops in a particular one, attempting a few times to read some words from it. Fair enough, a portal leading… somewhere… appears. You’d have to put a pin on that for later and ask her how she knew what to do, but right now everyone was too excited.

“Let’s go fuck some humans to death!” Blitzø exclaims.

“No.” You say sternly.

“Let’s go fuck some humans?” He tries again.

“Sir! No!” Moxxie yells, disgusted.

“Let’s go kill some humans!”

“Hell yeah!” Millie finally agrees,

“Yeah! Wait why am I even listening to you guys, I’m the boss here!”

“Sure thing Blitz.” You assure him, getting your foot through the portal. “You coming?”

Blitzø turns around. “Looney? You’re not killing anyone there. Got it? It’s too dangerous.”

“But that’s no fun!”

“Looney.”

“Fine.”

“Let’s go kill some humans then!” He shoves you into the portal, jumping through right after you. Jackass.

A/N: i did a lot of things different than i said id do lmao and i toned down the flirting from stolas to leave it for a different chapter hope this is fun it aint gonna be fun for v long luv yall

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ladykailitha · 4 months ago

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The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 2

Hey, guys! This story is going to be a lot of fun, so buckle in we are in for a ride.

Just a little thing about this chapter that will only make sense in context. But Eddie did NOT start stripping until the previous owner retired. I tried to make that clear, but I'm not sure I did. Again, Eddie danced burlesque but did not strip until he took over as owner of the night club. Got it? Thank you!

Part 1

They didn’t have time to build up the Steve turning from the angel Samael to the demon Satan not with him having only three days to learn the dance, so his first appearance on stage was that as the envious Satan.

Steve was wearing a red corset and boy shorts with matching high-heeled pumps and black fishnet stockings.

He started the set that would be his one hour in the spotlight leaning over a stool and then as the spotlight hit his head snapped up, glaring at the audience.

The way his body slunk and shimmied across the stage so different to the bruising stomp of Asmodeus. If Asmodeus was the harsh envy of wanting whatever one else had because he thought he deserved it, then Satan was soft simpering envy of a man who had been denied everything and still wanted, still yearned.

By the time Steve had finished his set that first night, even though he didn’t remove a single article of clothing, the money that was thrown at him was as much as Asmodeus in his heyday. On his first night.

The other dancers had been gathering the thrown money all night and Steve picked up the rest from his finale. They brought it all to Eddie to be counted. Same with the tip jar at the bar. The money for the dancers was a much bigger pile than the one at the bar, but the tip jar wasn’t slouching either.

Eddie carefully doled out the bartenders and waiters tips first. Robin’s eyes going wide as she held few hundred dollars in her hands.

“I didn’t think Sundays would be very popular,” she breathed, carefully dividing it and putting it in separate places so if her purse got stolen she didn’t lose all of it.

Eddie cackled as he counted out the money for the backup dancers first. They got the same amount every night as did the other Sins on their non-starring days while the club and the main dancer got a cut, except Saturday nights when Eddie danced then the dancer’s cut would be divided six ways among the other Sins.

“I think it was people coming in and expecting the new dancer to fall on his face,” Eddie said, handing out the money to his other dancers. “And then were blown away when Stevie here simpered and slunk his way into their hearts and more importantly their pocket books.”

He took his cut and then handed the rest to Steve.

“So it might not be this big next week?” Steve asked, chewing on his lip.

Eddie laughed. “Oh, honey, you have nothing to worry about,” he said, standing up to put an arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Give them a chance to watch you dance all this week and especially with the fallen angel dance you and Lilith will do on Saturday. Once they’ve seen that, there’ll be a line outside of the club just to see you.”

“I’m with Eddie on this one,” one of the backup dancers said. She was spunky black girl called Choronzon. Well, her real name was Cheryl but you get the idea. “Asmodeus was a boring, stereotypical stripper. Pole and all. But you? Man you’re going to make everyone else envious, okay?”

Steve ducked his head and blushed. Robin bumped his shoulder with hers.

“Hell,” Gareth said with a giggle at his own stupid pun, “most of us spent that hour of you with the backup dancers just watching you. Something I assure you doesn’t usually happen, not even when we first started.”

“I can’t wait to start dancing with you,” Chrissy said earnestly. “I’ve even asked that you get the same days off as me so it’s expected we dance together.”

“What days are those?” Steve asked sharing a glance with Robin.

Eddie winced. “Yeah, I know you both wanted the same days off, but I could only manage one of the two, sorry. It’s just with the other waiters’ schedules I just couldn’t make it work. You’ll both have Tuesdays off, but Steve will have Fridays off, and Robin with have Thursdays.”

They shrugged. It was better than nothing. Hell, they were even back to back. They could make that work.

Jeff laughed, “He wants Steve to have Fridays off because he’s afraid I’ll be outshined on my own day.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up at he looked at Eddie in shock. “You really can’t tell me you actually think I’d out lust Lust, do you?”

Eddie scratched his cheek and looked up sheepishly. “Well, not precisely, not really. But you can’t deny you have a sex appeal that can’t be matched or compared. And that’s what we don’t want. People comparing you. Because even so-called progressives still find white people more aesthetically pleasing and the more we can keep people from making that direct comparison the better.”

Steve half shrugged. “I have no problem with that, but I guess that means my dreams of dancing with him have been dashed.”

“Sorry, man,” Jeff said dramatically, “I’m a solo act. I don’t do partners. I inspire lust, I don’t fall victim to it.”

He pretended to faint in Jeff’s arms and he dipped him dramatically. They straightened up with giggles. Eddie was starting to think he might have to swap sins with Steve if his stomach churned every time Steve flirted with someone else.

Which was ridiculous. He didn’t date his dancers and he wasn’t about to start now just because his head was turned by such a pretty face. Besides, it seemed that Steve and Robin were job rovers and they no doubt would get sick of this place and move on to the next one.

“All right,” he said cracking his knuckles as he sat back down at his desk. “The cleaners will be here in a half hour, so if you don’t want to help them, I’d clear out.”

Everyone made a scramble for the doors, all except Steve. He lingered at the door after everyone had left and when Eddie spotted him, he cocked his head to the side.

“Is there something you needed, Steve?”

Steve chewed on his bottom lip and then surged forward. “It is okay that I’m doing the whole angel thing, right? I wasn’t trying to change the theme of your club. I just picked the song to stand out. I figured you had every variation of every song about devils, demons, and hell,” he rambled.

“Whoa, whoa,” Eddie said, holding up his hand, “take a deep breath there before you pass out on me.”

Steve took in a large breath and just stared at him wide eyed.

“Sit down a minute,” he continued and waved a hand at the chair in front of his desk.

Steve wavered a moment before doing as he was told.

“I’ve been managing this club for longer than I’ve owned it,” he began.

Steve blinked at him a moment in shock. “What? It wasn’t originally yours?”

Eddie shook his head. “Nope. Back when I first started here as a dancer, it was called the Kit Cat Titty Club.”

“That’s a horrible name!” Steve said, rearing his head back in disgust.

“That it was,” he agreed. “The owner started it as a proper burlesque club. A throw back to the speakeasies of the 1920s. You had waitresses in bunny suits, cigarette girls, a live jazz band in the corner playing the tunes the dancer would strip to.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, and nodded appreciatively. “Sounds like a fun way to spend your Saturday night.”

Eddie smiled at him. “Yeah it does. Too bad it got hit with the whole steampunk era. No one wanted decadence and jazz music. They wanted Victorian era saloons and public houses. Gas lit halls and lots and lots of ruffles.”

Steve winced in sympathy. He had a couple of friends who had gotten into the phase a few years back. Too many ruffles and gears and too many gears getting caught in said ruffles.

“So what happened?”

“I told him the best way to fight the wave wasn’t join to in,” Eddie said, “but to create something new and it became the Hellfire Exotic Club. Then when he retired a couple years back, he gave it to me. Said it was mine and had been for years anyway, this was only making it official. God, I miss that bastard some days.”

“Yeah, where did he retire to?” Steve asked.

“Back to Bumfuck Middle of Nowhere Indiana,” Eddie huffed. “Or better known as Hawkins.”

Steve cackled. “I’m from there and I can’t imagine anyone wanting to go back.”

“My uncle, Wayne always was more stubborn than he was smart,” Eddie said shaking his head fondly.

“You stripped for your uncle?” Steve asked, his eyes wide.

“No, no,” Eddie said trying to hold in his laughter. “Of course not! Not everyone strips here. Brian, our Greed only gets as far as his pants. Chrissy will leave her g-string on. Like if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have to strip. It’s about sensuality and titillation than bump and grind style stripping. I think that’s why Billy never really fit in here. Because if Billy was anything he was your typical stripper. I know we throw that around a lot but he was it. Here.” He dug around in his desk for a moment and pulled out a picture.

He handed it to Steve. “This is our first night as the Seven Deadly Sins. Everyone else you know, so Billy won’t be hard to pick out.”

Blond, muscled, tanned, and oiled. Typical male stripper. Nothing special. Nothing new.

“Was he someone your uncle hired?” Steve guessed handing the picture back.

“Yeah,” Eddie said, “because he looked good in spats and suspenders. But he never really fit in and maybe that’s why it blew up the way it did. Anyway the point is dancing for my uncle was hell of a lot better than working with my dad, so...” He wagged his eyebrows once.

“What did your dad do?” Steve asked.

“Stole cars.”

“Oh.”

Eddie chuckled. “It’s fine. He’s in jail now in Texas. Third strike, will be in there until I’m old and grey.”

“Shredding on your guitar,” Steve said softly, “while the next generation of Sins dance to your music.”

Eddie smiled fondly. “I like the sound of that.” He cleared his throat. “Shit, we got way off topic there. The point of my story is that this place has changed before and change if done right it’s a good thing. Besides what makes demons so interesting is that they used to be angels. People love a hero, but what they love even more than a hero is to see that hero fall. We’ve just never tapped into that potential yet,” he finished with a shrug. “So don’t you be worrying that pretty head of yours, okay? I’m good at this.”

Steve smiled and stood back up. “That does help. Thanks.” He scratched his cheek and then hummed. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I guess so,” Eddie replied softly. “Good night, Steve.”

“Night, Eddie.”

Once Steve was had left, closing the door behind him, he buried his head in hands. This was going to be hell. He could feel it.

There was just something...sparkling about Steve. Something bright and beautiful. And Eddie couldn’t believe his luck. He doesn’t know why Robin left work at the rec center where Steve taught pole dancing as exercise, or even what she did there, but he could tell they were both really worried about money right now.

But whatever the reason for their leaving, he doubly grateful they landed in his lap. She was a good waitress and Steve was a phenomenal dancer.

But unlike every other dancer who had walked through those doors and into his life, Steve also walked into his heart too. And Chrissy crushing on Robin wasn’t good, this was bad. He couldn’t be seen to have favorites.

So he would have to keep his distance.

Famous last words, he knew. Fate liked throwing curve balls at Eddie, and he really should have been more careful about making promising he couldn’t keep.

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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ethereange · 6 months ago

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𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

reluctance sparks something genuine; satoru is threatened to be kicked off his team, so he turns to you.

contains: college!au, satoru gojo x reader, satoru is like a popular jock, reader kinda dates around, college is american-based, but theres some japanese social influence, satoru plays basketball bc yes, texting (but not like a normal smau format idk ull see)

wc - 1.4k

part 1 // part 2 // part 3?

"i've done all i can do for you, but there are no exceptions. not even you, gojo."

satoru leaned back into the cushions of his chair, relaxing his arms as they folded comfortably across his chest. his stare never once broke from the eyes behind rectangular sunglasses. if anyone walked into the office, they would think he was oddly casual despite his situation.

and that would be the truth. the golden plaque gleaming on the wall from last year’s championship spoke for his contributions. satoru was not one to be intimidated when he knew his worth. he knew he was the exception.

"you're aware that you should've been on suspension from any games and practices up until now?"

"yeah? why was i not, yaga?" satoru quizzed back.

"coach yaga," he corrected. "because i've been doing all i can to keep your ass on the court. just because you can ball doesn’t mean you always deserve to. if your grade drops any lower, you're done."

that was a new one.

regardless of the past four times satoru was called into this very room with the same threat of "raise your grades or else", he hasn't toed this close to the line yet.

"whadd'ya mean i'm done? they're not just gonna-"

yaga sighed. "you'll be kicked off the team, and your scholarship will be revoked."

satoru stood up straight.

"as of now, you'll be on suspension. no training, games, nothing," coach stated. "you can..."

"...only help yourself now, is what he said," satoru scoffed. he was currently splayed across his shared couch, half-empty soda can in hand as he ran down the whole situation. "what the hell'm i supposed to do?"

"maybe you should look for a tutor again," shoko suggested, perched on the windowsill as she let her cigarette smoke flow out.

satoru sighed dramatically. "i'm not gonna pay some random. last time i tried they treated it like a date and never even looked at my books." he grimaced at the memory.

"do you even know anyone smart?" suguru poked, earning an eye roll from the other.

"of course i do," he replied, "a bunch of our teammates can handle themselves. they're just… busy with the practices i should be going to. is there any chance you guys could help at all?"

suguru and shoko shared a look. "honestly, i'm not much better off than you are. i still have training, and even though yaga’s not on my ass as much as yours, i’m not sure if i’ll be much help."

satoru turned to the brunette with a pleading expression- to which she let out a short, airy laugh. “you should know i cheated on almost all my exams. plus they’re mostly for pre-med.”

he deflated, lip jutting out in a pout as he stared dejectedly at the ceiling. he wracked his brain for a solution, for someone who was both smarter and had enough time to help him. but for someone as well-known as satoru, his social circle was mostly limited to his team and the other two in the room. college basketball did not leave much time for socializing.

"sorry to break it off, but i agreed to give yuji a ride to practice, and he's all the way at the dorms," suguru cut the silence as he rose to his feet.

"he doesn't have a car?" satoru queried. he would rather have his friends here to brainstorm answers to his problem.

suguru chuckled, "no, he doesn't have a license either. told me he's failed his test twice already."

satoru let out a little snort at that; he could vividly picture the freshman swerving a car recklessly. "alright, i'll let you go i guess," he responded. "you still gotta help me later, though."

"i think i'll head out, too," shoko announced, putting out the rest of her cig.

"you too?" satoru groaned.

she nodded. "i've got to meet up with my friend downtown."

"any chance they're smart? or know anyone smart? do i know them?" he questioned, a hopeful tilt in his voice.

she stared off in thought, letting out a huff before answering. "she's pretty smart. not like a nerd, but she's better than me," she paused. "her schedule's a bit... unpredictable, though. i think you've met her a couple times... probably at nobara's party."

satoru perked up. "that's good enough for me."

you sipped your drink as your phone buzzed against the smooth surface of the table. you felt your heart jump a little at the implication of the sound, picking up your device to check the notification.

but your spirits sagged a little when it was, in fact, not who you wanted it to be. instead, it was an unknown number, asking if it was you.

your eyebrows quirked, intrigued. shoko had left just previously to use the restroom, leaving you alone temporarily at the cafe table. you typed back a response.

you yes, this is her who is this?

XXX-XXX-XXXX gojo satoru

you blinked in surprise. gojo satoru? the newest basketball phenom, the one who girls and guys alike swooned over? yeah, there was no way he was texting you. you're not even sure if you've had a proper conversation with him before. maybe shoko had been gone for too long and decided to play with you.

you very funny who is this actually? and how'd you get my number?

XXX-XXX-XXXX wdym shoko gave me ur number

okay, now it was obvious. you were about to march over to the bathroom to confront your friend when she plopped down in her seat across from you.

"funny, shoko. i know it's you, though. when did you get a second number?" you asked.

she gave you a quizzical stare. "what the hell are you talking about?"

you rolled your eyes and faced your screen at her. she furrowed her eyebrows, before they relaxed as she laughed, "nope, that's satoru."

"you're joking," you gaped. "why would he text me? and why did you give him my number?" she shrugged and turned your phone back to you.

XXX-XXX-XXXX could u do me a favor

you sighed, giving shoko a last look before you replied.

you depends what it is, but try me

gojo satoru do you tutor

your fingers paused as confusion coursed your brain. shoko was indifferent, scrolling on her own cell and popping a french fry in her mouth.

you not really... i mean i'll help my friends out with studying but it's not like i get paid

gojo satoru ok perfect youll get paid

you you want me to tutor you?

gojo satoru yeah

you were boggled at his straight-forwardness. gojo was not known for being serious, about anything, really. maybe the exception was basketball, but even then...

you if you don't mind me asking why do you need a tutor? also why me specifically, i'm not the greatest student?

gojo satoru uhh id appreciate it if u didnt let it out the bag

you sure, i wont

gojo satoru ill get kicked off the team if i dont get grades up ur like the last person ik who can prob help

your confusion only grew more. how could he be doing so bad he was threatened his roster spot? and how were you the last person when he was ridiculously popular? you were certain people would help him for free, as long as they were in his proximity.

you as flattered as i am, i doubt that

gojo satoru yeah well its the truth so can u help me out

you flipped your phone around, sliding it over to shoko. "what do you think?" you sighed.

she scrolled over the texts. "i mean, he's my friend. and he's kinda on his last straw. and he usually doesn't text so bluntly. i'm not saying i'm pressuring you to say yes, but he does have money," she answered seriously. you laughed, and she continued, "it would really help him. maybe check it off with your boyfriend, first?"

your eyes fell to the glowing screen, staring at the upside-down messages. "it'll be fine. it's not like he texts me enough to care about it anyway," you admitted, slumping back in your chair. she scooted the phone back to you.

you sure, why not unfortunately i can't let the team lose their previous freshman of the year

gojo satoru thats an accomplishment btw but thank u this means a lot

you ofc, its not a huge deal to me

you sighed. not exactly how you planned this outing with shoko to end up. but maybe tutoring could help you with your own studying while you review topics with him. with gojo satoru.

gojo satoru so ru free tmrw

#satoru gojo #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo #satoru #gojo satoru x reader

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radio-navlee · 10 months ago

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Not so tough now huh?

I really wasnt expecting the poll to get so many votes!! Heres what you guys have voted on <3

Lee!Jax Ler!Ragatha

Summary: Jax finally pushed Ragatha over the edge causeing her to find something out about the annyoing rabbit.

Jax smirked to himself, setting up the most diabolical prank on his dear ol’ friend.

He’d been planning on getting Ragatha for weeks. He had completely transformed the rag dolls room into something you’d seen out of home alone.

String and marbles practically covered her room. Foam balls, feathers, water buckets and paint set up to hit her as she walked in.

“3…2…1” Jax counted down watching Ragatha close her door behind her. He could hear a muffled, ‘What the?’ Come from the doll herself. The marble rolled into a small hole triggering scissors to cut string sending the bucket of water over her bed, the water spilled everywhere and into a lower placed bucket below activating the foam balls to sore through the air hitting targets around the room. Finally it ended with a bucket of paint spattering on her head with another balloon filled with feather to pop.

“…..JAX!!!” Ragatha screamed causing Jax to chuckle to himself already booking it down the hall.

Ragatha, surprisingly, cleaned herself off quickly and darted after him

“JAX YOU JERK!!”

“THAT WAS SO WORTH IT!!” Jax yelled back

After 5 minutes of Ragatha chasing Jax, he started to get tired. He felt like it was the longest game of tag, where Ragatha was it and he was playing for his life.

Jax, now starting to panic, realizing that Ragatha was not slowing down. Regatha was so determined to catch him. Every time Jax would fumble over himself he would scream. Scared to what would happen if he did fall with the doll hot on his trail.

eventually he backed himself into a corner. He spun around to try to run but Ragatha was already there.

“Raggs…. Please… it was…. Just a joke!” Jax panted, catching his breath

“Oh that was no joke, that was a prank! A prank you fully thought out!” Ragatha pointed out

“Look, let’s… talk about it! How about we make a deal?” Jax suggested

“I’m listening”

“Okay, how about this! You let me go….” Jax inched his way slowly trying to get past Ragatha, “and I promise…. TO RUN- EuGH!” Jax ran full speed thinking he was getting away, only for a plushy hand to stop him.

“Not a chance” Ragatha said holding Jax by his upper arm.

“Let go!” Jax tried to pull away

“No!” Ragatha squeezed his arm causing Jax to let out a yelp

“…..”

“…Jax?”

“..what….” Jax face got hot, he didn’t know he could still be ticklish after entering the digital world!!

“Jax what was that?”

“.. a cry for help?” Jax tried to excuse. Ragatha squeezed again causing Jax to yelp again

“Are you-?”

“No…”

“Because you sound like your-”

“I’m not..”

Ragatha smirked, "You're not what?"

"uhhh.." Jax blanked, too embarssed to say anything just in case it wasnt that. Ragatha spun Jax grabbing both arms pinning them both above his head. Jax gave her the most panicked look he could give, seeing as Ragatha didnt give him the 'you ok?' look, Jax was doomed.

“So if I do this” Ragatha pinched at Jax’s sides “you’re sure you're not..?”

“gAH- Rahahags!!” Jax nearly jumped out of his skin. He started to squirm and giggle as Ragatha continued to tease and tickle him

“Oh so you are ticklish?” Ragatha smiled moving her way up and spidering across the poor bunny’s ribs

“NohOHO! WAIHAhaeheHAT!!” Jax complained and groaned through his giggles, he shook his head frantically as Ragatha moved up.

“Somebody’s sensitive!!” The doll teased, tickling right below where his ribs meet his armpits. The anticipation was literally eating at Jax.

“RAhaHags!! PLEheEase!!” Jax panted, trying to make himself sound as tired as possible.

“Shouldn’t have set that prank up, this would have never happened!” Ragatha growled, remembering the mess she gonna have to clean up when she gets back.

Jax shut his eyes as the rag doll massaged into his armpits. Jax nearly screeched, he turned his head into his pined up arms to try to muffle anything. He’d hate it if somebody came looking for them to find the predicament he was in.

“RAHFAHFAHGS!!” He stomped his feet below himself to try to diffract himself from the tickling

“Sorry, am I in a bad spot?” Ragatha teased

Jax sighed as Ragatha slowed down her torturous hand. Jax’s cheeks turned pink straight out of embarrassment. Just as Jax thought Ragatha was done, she put her hand on the side of his neck. Crap

“Wha- what are you doing?” Jax asked nervously

“Take a wild guess rabbit!” Ragatha stated as she tickled into his neck

Jax squealed scrunching up his neck and throwing his head back. Ragatha immediately noticed how Jax no longer wanted to muffle his laugh. Jax just chucked freely as Ragatha moved her hand to his ears.

“AH- Waitwaitwaitwait!! Ragatha!! Ihavetowarnyounowpleaseimgoingtoscream WAIT!!” Ragatha held his two ears in place and slowly blew air onto them. Jax screamed followed by loud laughter, he squirmed and shook his head but he couldn’t shake her off

“RAGAHATHAHA!! *Squeal* GAHAHA!!” Jax, now more embarrassed than ever, sat there laughing seeing as there was nothing else he could do. Ragatha tickled the tops of Jax’s ears, still blowing onto the bottom part.

Jax was in practically in pieces giggling and taking deep breaths when Ragatha would inhale giving him time to breathe before she would exhale again. Ragatha stoped once Jax started to get wheezy

“You ok?” Ragatha asked as Jax sat on the floor

“I uhh, *HIC* ohmygod” Jax completely shut down covering his face with his hands while his embarrassment covered his face

“Did I go to far?” Ragatha giggled, she never saw Jax like this. She laid her hand over his shoulder causing Jax to jump as the sudden contact

“No uh *HIC* you’re good it’s just- *HIC* these damn hiccups.” Jax explained, his frustration only getting worse as he continued to hiccup

“Stay here, I’ll get you some water” Ragatha smiled. She was back to her old self again, Jax didn’t complain and watched her run off.

He rubbed his ears free of the ghost tickles, bringing one down to his vision. ‘Weird’ he thought. He leaned up against once of the walls and eventually fell asleep.

Jax shot up, expecting to still be sat up on a wall, instead he was in his bed. He looked around confused, until spotting a glass of water and a note on his night stand. He sipped the water and opened the note

“Hey Jax,

I saw you were passed out so I brought you back to your room. I also brought you the water I said I was going to get. You might have been confused how you got back in your room, that’s why I’m writing this. I’ll be in my room tidying up YOUR mess.

-Doll Face”

Well, that solves that mystery…Jax grabbed a pen and paper.

He opened his door carefully looking to see anybody, but nobody was there, good. He found Ragathas door and crouched down. He slid the note under her door with a knock and booked it back to his room.

———————

Ragatha heard a knock on her door while cleaning up the mess Jax’s prank caused. ‘Probably just a dig dong ditch’ she thought hearing the sound of feet running away. She looked over to the door anyways, ‘a note?’ Ragatha walked over picking up the note and opening it up.

“Hi Rags,

Thanks for not leaving me in that corner and I guess thanks for the water. You better not mention this to anybody. I mean it. It was already embararsing enough,

-Jax”

‘he missed spelled embarrassing’ Ragatha giggled. I guess he was right, he did look really embarrassed. But this is the first time he’d thank Rags for something, this was once in a life time.

Ragatha looked at her trash can, then her storage box. She thought for a minute, then put the note in her box.

(I AM SOOOOOO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK😭🙏 lots of stuff has happened but do not worry! Your goul is back🩷)

#tickle #tickles #sfw tickling community #tickle fanfic #tickle fic #tadc tickles #lee!jax #ler!ragatha #The Amazing Digital Circus Tickle #tickle fluff

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ghostface001 · 5 months ago

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Surprise Me

Fields of Mistria | March x Reader (platonic) | 1.3k words

A rewrite of March's 2 heart event in Fields of Mistria based off of my own experience in the game of dying in the mines and waking up the next day to his heart event, and I thought it would be funny to write about. Some minor swearing, but no other warnings.

Hey.

Meet me at the Blacksmith’s, and don’t keep me waiting.

March.

Well, at least he was to the point. You rub under your eye, wincing as you accidentally graze a cut that Valen had patched up the day before. Whatever medicine she gave you made you drowsy, resulting in you oversleeping. So much for not keeping him waiting.

Stuffing the letter in your pocket, you head into town. If it was important, he wouldn’t waste time writing a letter. But if it wasn’t important, why would he bother writing to you? It wasn’t like he didn’t spend every moment in your presence reminding you of how much he disliked you for no apparent reason. You didn’t know what it was, but everyone in town assured you that was just the way he was. Even Adeline, despite you seeing the difference in how he treated her.

~~~

March folds his arms over his chest and nods toward the cooled copper ingot. “Go on, pick it up.”

Adeline visibly brightens, clapping her hands together. “How generous of you to give away a resource like that for free, March!”

His expression freezes in an amusing combination of confusion and disgust as March’s cheeks turn pink. You swear you see his eye twitch. “Y— yeah! Sure! Why not!” He grits out, baring his teeth in a poor attempt at a smile.

Either ignoring his strain, or simply not noticing it, Adeline winks at you with a knowing smile. “What did I tell you? He’s a big softy, really. I’m sure March will be happy to lend you this forge whenever you need it.”

You’re preparing for him to pop a blood vessel. March’s jaw sets, like he’s about to give Adeline a piece of his mind. “I… I… Fine!” Your brow furrows. You weren’t expecting him to just… give in like that. He refuses to look at either of you, turning and stalking towards the door of the blacksmith’s building angrily. “I have other work to take care of!”

The door slams, leaving you and Adeline by the forge. She chuckles, rubbing the back of her neck as she looks to you apologetically. “Sorry about that. March… he holds himself to a really high standard. You should have seen him before Ryis moved here. He’s actually come a long way.”

After Adeline excuses herself to go plan some revitalization project for the town, you let out a sigh and go inside the blacksmith’s.

March doesn’t look up when the bell above the door jingles. He’s at the front desk, writing in what appeared to be the account books. Maybe marking down the loss of a copper ingot. When you set the ingot on the counter, he acknowledges your existence, his eyes narrow. “I said I was busy.”

“You can keep this.” When his brow knits together in confusion, you roll your eyes. “Look, you obviously didn’t want to give it to me. I have a hard time saying no to Adeline, too. I won’t tell her if you don’t. Happy?”

The corner of his upper lip lifts in distaste. “I’m not afraid to say ‘no’ to some noble. Obviously Lady Adeline knew you needed a freebie, I’ll have her pay me back later.”

He was so full of it. You grit your teeth and shove the ingot closer to him. “What am I going to do with one lousy ingot anyway? Keep it."

Before he could say something scathing in response, you turn on your heel and leave.

~~~

Maybe it was her being the daughter of a baron. Maybe it was just being used to her presence. But March was… nicer. Prickly, but not as downright rude. Part of you thought he might have had a crush on her until Ryis laughed at the theory, saying she wasn’t his type. Whatever it was, you were too tired to deal with his usual attitude this morning. The walk to the blacksmith's doesn't help the ache in your leg from where you had been electrocuted by some lanterns. Still, you push open the door.

This time, the bell ringing above the door does prompt March to look. “I didn’t think you’d actually show,” He begins gruffly, wiping his palms on his apron and stepping out from behind the counter. You can’t tell if he’s disappointed, hoping that you would have ignored his letter and justify his dislike of you. “I hear you’ve been making yourself useful around town. Everyone only has good things to say about you.”

You raise a brow. “Does this mean you’re going to apologize?” You ask, stuffing your hands in your pockets.

March laughs. “Not a chance!” It’s like a joke to him, as though his standoffishness and your response to it had been a fun little game all along. He smirks at you, smug and infuriating. “We both know what’s actually going on here.”

Your features scrunch up in confusion, causing slight pain in your face from the little scrapes and scratches. “What? Is something else going on?”

Approaching you with his arms folded over his chest, March looks down at you, his eyes narrowed in challenge. “Oh, please. You’re in way over your head. You come out here, no money, no experience, and you think you can just fake your way through running a farm? And now everyone in town acts like it was you who won the first-place blacksmithing trophy three years running.”

Pure befuddlement paints your face. You’ve been awake for, what, thirty minutes? After getting dragged to Valen’s for emergency medical treatment, and then oversleeping because of it, he wants to talk about trophies? “Have you ever heard of the term ‘projecting?’” You ask, your headache coming back as Valen’s meds begin to wear off.

He ignores you. “It’s all fun and games now, but the second things actually get tough, I’m sure you’re going to ditch Mistria and its problems.”

“Okay, man, whatever.” Given the furrow in his brow, you’re sure March expects you to take the bait and argue with him, not brush him off with the roll of your eyes. “I’m pretty sure the ankle I’m currently standing on needs a splint after I got my ass handed to me in the mines yesterday, but sure, it’s ‘all fun and games.’ Why did you invite me here, exactly? To force me to listen to you bitch about some stupid trophies? I have too much work to do to just stand here and listen to you complain, so if you’re done, I’d love to be on my way.”

He glares off to the side when you mention your injury, as though he hadn't noticed before you said anything. Maybe he felt guilty? When you finish your own rant, he lets out a ‘tch.’ “Whatever. You think you can hack it for the long haul? Here.” He grabs a copper hoe from the table next to him and holds it out to you. “If you fail, you can’t blame it on lack of help from me. Who knows, maybe you’ll surprise me. I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

You take the copper olive branch, weighing it in your hands. It was good quality, obviously, and lightweight. It would make planting crops a lot easier. “Thanks, March,” You say softly, the tension lifting from your shoulders. You prop it over your shoulder and feel yourself smirk, unable to help yourself from returning the jab. “You used the copper ingot from the other day to make this, didn’t you? Maybe Adeline’s right about your being a softy.”

His face reddens as he glares at you, the corner of his lip lifting in visible disgust and embarrassment at the accusation. “Didn’t you say you have work to do? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You laugh and turn, heading towards the door. “If you wanted to see the farm, you could just say so.” You turn your head and wink. “But you’re right. I’ll see you around.”

Once the door closes behind you, you let out a sigh and head to Valen’s clinic, wondering if the tool on your shoulder could be a step in the right direction with the walking cactus of a blacksmith.

#fields of mistria march x reader #march x reader #march x farmer #fields of mistria fanfiction

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esmedelacroix · 10 months ago

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"I hate it when you lie"

husband!miguel x f!reader ♡

10 Things I Hate About You ← mini-series masterlist

"I hate the way you're always right," ← previous part

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Miguel had been working later nights than usual. When you asked him about it he said that the recruits had him busy with getting them assimilated in the Spider Society.

You were missing him during the day and were surprisingly on your writing schedule. So you decided to pay him a visit and give him the opportunity to see his beautiful wife.

After saying hi to everyone and giving the book club a teaser of your upcoming book. You finally went to Miguel's office after hearing he was back from a mission you never would have thought you would see Justine with him there playing nurse.

When Miguel saw you walk in he immediately sat up and his face lightened up. "Hi baby," he sighed as he gestured for Justine to stop working on the cut across his chest.

"Hi," you replied, giving him a strained smile.

"Justine, I can take it from here if you want to get something to eat," you said.

"Ugh, whatever," she hissed, stomping away and rolling her eyes.

"Thank you for being nice, I'm sorry about her behavior," he said as he pulled you closer to him, grabbing you by your waist.

"Yeah," you breathed out as you picked up some gauze for his cut.

"What's wrong mami?" Miguel asked, his hands sliding down to your hips.

"I just miss you, I hate to see you get hurt all the time. I worry about you," you admitted.

"Ay cariño, take a seat please, talk to me," he cooed as he pulled the chair that Justine had been sitting in previously. He took both of your hands in his and patiently waited for you to speak.

"Miguel, I've just been missing you, I promise that's all," you assured.

"Okay, promise me nothing else is wrong?" he asked.

"Promise," you said as he kissed your forehead.

"How about you get home and I'll get done with work here and we can watch a movie together," he suggested.

"That sounds great," you replied, trying not to smile too hard. You were so happy that he would be coming home earlier.

. . .

It had been 3 hours and 4 text messages since you got home from Spider Society and Miguel still wasn't home. You had popcorn setup that was now cold and stale and drinks that were finished off by you when you realized 5 minutes into midnight that he wasn't coming home on time.

He would probably creep in at 2 am and apologize in the morning like he did after every missed date. You could blame him; he was probably in another universe saving the world. But he never really had an issue with you calling him on missions they were usually pretty easy for him.

So you called him and he picked up after a while of letting it ring. "Hi cariño, I'm so sorry I wasn't keeping track of time," he apologized. Small sniffles and giggles could be heard faintly on the other end of the line.

"That's okay, are you working on something?" you asked as you put snacks away with him on the speaker.

"Yeah, it randomly got kind of busy," he replied. Another sniffle could be heard.

"Hey this might sound weird but are you with someone right now?" you asked. Long silence on his end.

"No," he replied. Long silence on your end.

"Okay, I'm tired, I'm going to bed," you said. You hung up a bit too fast, cutting him off.

. . .

Why would he lie if he wasn't doing something wrong? You asked yourself as you got in your sheets and scrolled on your phone before bed. You got a notification from Hobie. He sent you a story on Instagram. Justine's story. Justine's story of her playing video games in Miguel's office, with his arm in the corner of the photo.

. . .

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ajwild220 · 22 days ago

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Hi, may i have another continuation of "Trust me", please?

I just found the 2nd part after trying to find the first for a long time.

It has been a hot minute since I wrote for this piece! It is a bit shorter, and I definitely have ideas about where the next part could go, so let me know if you would like a continuation! This is more of a filler chapter, but it is still fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!! --------------------------------------

Part 1, Part 2

"Trust me" Part 3

Supervillain would pay for this. Pay for their laughter, the locked door, and the disgusting note Villain had just crumpled up. They would pay dearly for all of it.

In the meantime, Villain was stuck with Hero, who very clearly was not fond of his presence and still cowering from his outburst moments before. Villain didn’t blame them; this meeting had spiraled far more out of control than he had ever intended. Villain sucked in one last breath, trying to push down his anger towards Supervillain in order to deal with the more pressing problem at hand. Getting Hero to accept his presence.

He turned from the door examining the figure huddled on the floor back against one of the armchairs. Hero’s eyes were wide, looking up and watching his every move, arms tucked around their knees, almost seeming to try to hide beneath the arm of the comfortable chair. Villian could see the utter exhaustion playing in Hero's features. Dark circles formed under her eyes, and Villain figured the only thing keeping her conscience was his presence. How long had it been since Hero slept? Villain couldn’t help but wonder. How long had she been scheming for an escape just to be thrown right back out of the frying pan and into the fire? Villian realized he had been staring and graciously looked away, giving Hero space from his examination.

There was a long very awkward pause as Villain lingered by the door. Hero was surprisingly the one to break it.

“You gonna call Supervillain to get you out?” A helpful suggestion, yet an uniformed one, and probably only suggested to get Villain out of Hero’s personal space.

“No.”

Hero tilted their head. “If henchmen locked you in here—”

“The note was from Supervillain.” The Villain’s voice was dry, blunt, edging on anger but somewhat suppressed.

Hero was still huddled near the chair, eyes tired and still fearful but Villain noticed the confused gleam that was leading to too much curiosity.

“What did the note—”

Villain cut them off. “Don’t ask Hero.” Hero looked a bit taken aback but Villains eyes held a very clear message…Drop it. Hero nodded and subtly leaned into the chair a bit more. Villain noticed how they had removed themselves from the conversation, how the awkward quietness had once again taken over the room. A twinge of regret echoed in Villain but they quickly pushed it down, sure they wanted to hopefully coexist somewhat comfortably for a single night, but Hero knowing the contents of that note would surely have the opposite effect.

Neither spoke for awhile and Villain realized that it was his turn to make a move, he had the upper hand. He rocked back on his heels and took a breath, before looking once again to the little shadow of a Hero on his guest bedroom carpet.

“Are you going to get off the floor?”

Hero nodded no and looked away. Great, now Hero was avoiding him. It could be worse he supposed, perhaps next time he knew he would be locked in a room with Hero he would reconsider using intimidation. Because one definitely gets forewarning, Villan’s thoughts scoffed.

“Suit yourself then.”

If Hero wouldn’t acknowledge him then he would give them space. Politeness wasn’t in the Villains handbook, but Villian figured this was close enough. Casually ignoring Hero, he sat in one of the two large armchairs, not the one Hero was hunched against, and picked up one of the books left on the side table. He glanced up, catching a pair of eyes watching him, a pair of eyes that quickly looked away. Villain tried not to show any recognition on his face as he cracked open the pages. He had already frightened them enough he would allow them their personal space unless invited. How considerate.

Several minutes ticked by as Villain kept his eyes determinedly focused on his reading, purposefully ignoring as hero subtly shifted, almost squishing themselves to rest almost entirely beneath the arm of the armchair. It was going to be a long night.

Villian loved books, but the words of this one kept stringing together, each sentence kept repeating, and surely it had nothing to do with the knot of concern growing in the pit of Villain’s stomach. “no wonder you tried to escape this is the worst thing I’ve ever read.”

No answer.

Villain took a breath and threw the book on the table casually. “Sorry to not provide better reading, perhaps it would have saved me some problems.” His tone was cool and collected, inviting to Hero's snappy replies.

Two eyes subtly peaked at him, but no words were said.

Villain stood and the eyes suddenly were more focused on him, tracking his movements. A little flame of anger licked at his stomach, he shouldn’t have to be here. Shouldn’t have to be bothering Hero. Sure, he could if he wanted to, and sometimes he did, but this was mandated closeness, someone else playing the cards in his deck. Supervillain would pay.

He paced the other side of the room leisurely, staying away from Hero’s chair and pushing down any feelings that shouldn't be manifesting in the moment. As he walked, he noticed their food tray resting on the chest of drawers on Hero's side of the room. “Did my men not clear your plate?”

Villain's course changed, crossing slowly into Hero’s territory. Though the eyes tracked, no movement was made. A small victory. He glanced at the tray, and picked up the clean fork, examining the untouched food. “Did you not eat anything?” he moved some cold peas around with the fork. “If you wanted to it’s disgustingly cold now.” He tossed down the fork with a little clatter and picked up a small bowl. “Want the crackers?”

He now dared to look fully at Hero, who seemed genuinely interested. He almost grinned as Hero almost reached out, then thought better of it. “No,” Hero paused, “Thank you.”

Now Villain was surprised. A thank you? Somehow he liked how it sounded when Hero had made the free choice to use it. In fact, instead of dropping the matter like he would have, he continued on, “You afraid I’ve poisoned it?” A slight teasing tone.

Hero thought about it and once again the little spark that was her returned. “No, you need me too much.”

“Oh, I need you, do I?” his lips quirked in amusement.

“Villains always seem to need a Hero, are you so different?” A flash of defiance came from the shadow on his carpet. He chuckled. “Feisty aren’t you? Crackers then since they aren’t poisoned because I need you so much?”

“No thank you.”

There were those two words again, albeit a bit sassy. “Why not?” He raised an eyebrow, “I know you are starving.”

“If I were I would have eaten.”

He really laughed at that one.

“No, you wouldn’t have, because you didn’t.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You are both hungry and exhausted.”

“Nothing but speculation.”

Villain made a bold choice. He stepped powerfully in her direction, a single quick step—nothing more—just to get a reaction from his smart-mouthed Hero. Her body reacted as expected, almost flinching herself away as she responded to his movement. But it was Hero’s eyes that Villain was watching. Fear coated her gaze only for a moment. He could almost feel her heart rate spike.

That was not a normal mark of his Hero.

“What the heck was that?” Anger laced her words.

He didn't respond right away, calmly examining her, “You’re hungry.”

Hero’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration and as she was about to open her mouth he continued.

“I know you’re hungry, and I know you are tired because you don’t have your powers right now.”

She swallowed slowly, “And how would you know that?”

“You did happen to accidentally allude to it.” He picked up the crackers again. “And what I just did, it proved it.” He took a step closer, kneeling down to her level and ignoring how she tensed at his proximity. “You don’t look at me that way when you have powers. There is never that much fear when you know you can protect yourself.”

With a nonchalance that didn’t match the words that just came from Villain’s mouth, he took a cracker and ate it himself, taking the time to chew and swallow before, this time slowly, handing her the bowl.

“Not drugged. You can eat it if you like.”

Hero’s eyes were wide, the small brown bowl nestled in her hands. Villain stood as he watched the gears in her head, turning from all the implications of what he had said and done. He sat down in the armchair again. “I can eat another one for you if it makes you feel better.”

She seemed to almost snap out of her thoughts, “No, I—”

“My powers aren’t immune to drugs if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“No Villain. I-uh—Its ok.” Silently she starting eating a cracker and offered him a small nod of thanks. Swallowing slowly she angled herself more towards him.

“So you know I don’t have powers?”

He nodded.

“What do you intend to do with that information?”

He leaned back in the chair, “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Perhaps.”

He cocked his head and thought for a moment. “I am a Villain, but you are also my Hero, I need you in good shape until the news cameras are all rolling.” He added on a little grin for flair.

She simply nodded, body closing in on herself again. “I see.”

The words hung in the silence for a bit, souring the air. The response wasn’t what he expected at all. Perhaps he had underestimated her tiredness the fear she felt. It made that little flame of anger at supervillain grow, ignoring the fact that it was himself who had put his foot in his own mouth.

“Hero?”

Hero hummed.

“I won’t do anything.” Hero didn’t think she had ever heard a more genuine tone from the mastermind. “If I had wanted to try anything I would have done so already. But I don’t want to. Like I said before. We aren’t in uniform. Try to relax.”

Not waiting for a response from Hero, Villain rose, picked up his abandoned book, and started reading yet again.

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onebadassunicorn · 7 days ago

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Can’t Help Wanting You

pairing: Cassian x Reader

content warnings: pining, sparring, minor injuries from a mission

word count: 4k

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Chapter 4

Cassian POV

After the argument with Y/n, Cassian found himself at a loss. The fight had been loud, raw, and left jagged edges he didn’t know how to smooth over. He tried to talk to her the next morning, to apologize, or at least to start some kind of repair. But she had already made her choice: she didn’t yell, didn’t argue—she just stopped.

She stopped acknowledging him entirely.

She wouldn’t look at him, wouldn’t respond to his presence.

If they crossed paths in the hall, she would turn her head or busy herself with something else, as if he were invisible. During meals, she’d sit at the far end of the table, laughing softly with others but never glancing his way. Even her posture was different—rigid and closed-off, her shoulders tense whenever he was near.

Cassian tried everything to bridge the gap. He lingered near her when she was training, hoping she might notice him. He offered to help with tasks they’d usually done together, but she waved him off or ignored him entirely. He even made an awkward attempt at a joke once—a stupid, self-deprecating thing he knew she’d normally laugh at—but she just turned and walked away without a word.

Her silence was worse than any argument could have been.

It crawled under his skin, filled his chest with a hollow ache.

He missed her.

Not just her presence, but the vibrancy she brought into his life.

Now, the space she left felt cold and sterile, as if she’d taken the air with her when she’d walked away.

Desperate for something to occupy his mind, Cassian found himself gravitating toward Nesta. She and Y/n were so much alike – it was almost scary. Except where Nesta had issues with self-loathing, Y/n did not. She was very comfortable in her own skin and who she was.

But Nesta didn’t ignore him. She didn’t coddle him either, which was part of what made her presence tolerable. She was just there, steady and unbothered, and that steadiness became something of an anchor.

At first, it was just sparring—an excuse to burn off the frustration simmering inside him. Nesta met him blow for blow, her sharp tongue matching her quick movements, her dry remarks pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. Later, it became sitting in silence while she read or trained or simply existed nearby. Cassian didn’t have to explain himself to her. She didn’t ask.

And for a while, that was enough.

Still, the void Y/n left gnawed at him. One evening, after another strained day of being ignored, he sat on the training steps beside Nesta, his head in his hands. “She won’t even look at me anymore,” he admitted, his voice quiet, the frustration and hurt bleeding through. “Not once. It’s like I don’t exist.”

Nesta didn’t look up from her book. “Maybe that’s the point,” she said, her tone as blunt as always.

Cassian frowned, his brow furrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She turned a page, her voice calm but cutting. “Maybe she’s waiting for you to stop running from whatever it is you’re really afraid of.”

“I’m not running,” he snapped, his frustration boiling over.

Finally, Nesta closed her book and fixed him with a piercing stare. “Aren’t you?” she asked, her gaze sharp and unrelenting.

Her words lingered long after she’d gone back to her reading. Cassian didn’t know what answer he could give her. All he knew was that every time Y/n avoided his eyes, every time she turned her back on him, it felt like he was losing her a little more.

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Y/n POV

You sat on the balcony that night, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as the cool night air brushed against your skin. You hadn’t meant to speak, hadn’t meant to voice the thoughts that had been gnawing at you since Cassian’s behavior shifted. But when Azriel’s shadowed form emerged from the doorway, his quiet presence both familiar and comforting, the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“Azriel,” you said, your voice low and uncertain. You didn’t look at him, keeping your gaze fixed on the dark mountains in the distance. “What’s going on with Cassian and Nesta?”

Azriel paused, his sharp eyes studying you as if trying to read between the lines of your question. He moved closer, leaning against the railing, though he kept a careful distance, his shadows curling faintly around him.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his tone as measured and calm as ever.

Your jaw tightened, and you finally turned to look at him, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “I mean, ever since we argued, he’s been spending all his time with her. Nesta. He trains with her, talks to her, sits with her—he’s everywhere she is.” Your voice cracked slightly, and you took a breath to steady herself. “What is she to him?”

Azriel studied you for a moment, his face unreadable, before he shook his head. “There’s nothing romantic between them if that is what you’re asking.”

The relief you felt was immediate, but it was fleeting. The knot in your chest remained, tightening with every unanswered question. “Then why?” you pressed, your voice rising slightly. “Why is he always with her? It’s like he doesn’t even care that things are tense between us?”

Azriel’s gaze softened, though his voice remained calm. “Because Nesta is easy for him right now,” he said simply. “She doesn’t push, doesn’t ask questions. She gives him space to figure himself out, and that’s what he thinks he needs.”

You frowned, your hands gripping the railing. “So what am I, then? Someone who pushes too much? Someone who doesn’t give him space?” Your bitterness was impossible to hide.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Azriel replied, his voice patient but firm. He hesitated, his shadows swirling faintly as if in thought. “But maybe… after all this time, Cassian doesn’t see you the way he used to.”

You blinked, your frown deepening. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Azriel turned to you fully, his hazel eyes piercing. “Maybe he doesn’t see you as that little girl he’s always looked out for. Maybe he’s starting to see you as a woman. A woman he truly cares about—someone who matters to him in a way that scares him.”

You let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking your head. “That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed, though the words sat heavy in your chest. “Cassian’s known me my whole life. He doesn’t think of me like that.”

Azriel raised a brow, his expression unreadable. “Are you sure about that?”

His question lingered in the air, the weight of it pressing down on you. You shook your head again, scoffing as if to dismiss the very idea, but your voice was quieter now. “Cassian’s just being… stubborn. He’s hiding from the fight because that’s what he does when things get hard.”

Azriel inclined his head slightly, “And aren’t you doing the same thing? Maybe he’s trying to figure out how to handle what he’s feeling without making it worse. And maybe that’s why he’s leaning on Nesta—because she’s safe.”

You didn’t respond immediately, your mind spinning. The idea—that Cassian might see you differently—felt too far-fetched to even entertain. Yet, deep down, a flicker of doubt stirred, unsettling and unwelcome. Finally, you shook your head, forcing a wry smile.

“I think you’re giving him too much credit,” you said, your tone light but brittle.

Azriel didn’t press you further, though his gaze lingered, thoughtful and knowing. “Maybe,” he said quietly. “But maybe it’s worth considering. For both of you.”

You leaned against the balcony railing, still reeling from the conversation about Cassian. Azriel’s words had settled deep, stirring a mix of frustration and doubt you didn’t want to confront. You shook your head, trying to push it aside, and turned to him, narrowing your eyes slightly.

“Why are you really out here, Az?” you asked, your voice sharper now. “You don’t strike me as the type to come play counselor.”

Azriel’s lips quirked into the faintest of smiles, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “I came to talk about your upcoming mission.”

Your brow furrowed, confusion flickering across your face. “My mission? I thought we’d be working together.”

Azriel shook his head, crossing his arms. “Not this time. I’ll be on a separate assignment, and this one is yours. It’s dangerous, Y/n—high risk—but I know you can handle it. It’s why I’m giving it to you.”

Your confusion deepened, mixed now with a twinge of unease. “Dangerous how?”

He tilted his head slightly, as though weighing how much to tell you. “There’s a faction operating near the borderlands, smuggling weapons and information to our enemies. Their exact alliances are unclear, but they’ve grown bold enough to disrupt some of our key trade routes. Your job is to infiltrate, gather intelligence, and, if the opportunity presents itself, dismantle their operation.”

Your stomach tightened, but you forced yourself to stand straighter, masking the flicker of nerves. “And you’re sending me alone?”

“You’ll have support nearby, but the mission depends on subtlety,” Azriel explained. “Too many people, too much attention, and the whole thing falls apart. This is why I chose you—you’re precise, resourceful, and you can adapt in a way most can’t. You’re the best fit for this, Y/n.”

You exhaled, already shifting your focus to the task. “When do I leave?”

“Three days,” he replied. He hesitated, his tone softening slightly. “It’s come at a good time.”

Your eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Azriel leaned against the railing beside her, his shadows curling faintly around him. “You and Cassian. Whatever’s going on between you two—it’s tense. He’s stubborn, and you’re frustrated. Being away, focusing on something else, might help you both cool off.”

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. “You think distance is going to fix things?”

Azriel didn’t argue, but there was something in his eyes that made her uneasy. “You might be surprised,” he said quietly. “But that’s not for you to figure out right now. Focus on the mission. It’s dangerous, but I have no doubt you’ll handle it.”

“I think it might help you see things more clearly,” Azriel said evenly. “For both of you. Cassian needs time to sort through whatever’s going on in his head.”

You nodded, pushing your doubts and emotions aside.

Three days.

That was all the time you had to prepare, to shove everything about Cassian and Nesta and the weight in your chest into a box you wouldn’t open until you returned.

You would deal with the rest later—if there was anything left to deal with at all.

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Cassian POV

The training grounds buzzed with activity, the clang of swords and the shouts of Illyrian warriors echoing through the air. Cassian stood with Nesta at the edge of the field, his arms crossed, his hazel eyes locked on Y/n. She was sparring with one of the Illyrian soldiers, her movements sharp and calculated as her sword clashed against her opponent’s.

He’d been trying to stay patient, to let her come to him. But watching her now—her golden-brown hair falling loose from its braid, her hazel eyes burning with focus—his patience snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take the way she was ignoring him, acting as though the tension between them didn’t exist.

Without a word to Nesta, Cassian stormed across the training grounds, his boots crunching against the dirt as he closed the distance between them.

“Y/n,” he barked, his voice sharp and commanding.

She didn’t pause, didn’t even glance his way as she blocked another strike from her sparring partner. “I’m busy, Cassian.”

He ignored the warning in her tone, stepping into the ring. Her opponent froze, glancing between them, clearly unsure whether to continue.

“You’re done,” Cassian said to the male, his tone leaving no room for argument. The soldier mumbled something under his breath before retreating, leaving her standing alone in the ring, her sword still raised.

She turned to face him, her eyes blazing. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m done waiting,” he snapped, his wings flaring slightly. “You’re going to quit avoiding me.”

Her jaw tightened, and she lowered her sword, planting it in the dirt. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Bullshit,” he growled, stepping closer. “I’ve known you since we were kids, Y/n. I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re avoiding me because you don’t want to face me after our fight.”

Her eyes narrowed, her hands balling into fists at her sides. “There is nothing to face. You have made that perfectly clear when you decided to spend all your time with Nesta.”

“This isn’t about Nesta,” he said, his voice rising.

"Then what is this about, Cassian?" She shot back, stepping into his space. “You’re the one who’s angry at me and for what, I have no clue! You don’t even care about me so please enlighten me!”

Cassian flinched, her words hit like a punch, and for a moment, he couldn’t respond. “I care about you,” he said, the words slipping out before he could think better of them.

She shook her head. “No, you don’t. You just don’t like the idea of someone else having what you’ve never wanted.” She turned to walk away from him.

“No, you don’t get to walk away again,” Cassian growled. He grabbed her wrists and spun her around to face him.

“Walk away from what?” she demanded, her voice cracking as her body strained beneath his hold. “From you? From your jealousy? From whatever this is?”

Cassian didn’t answer.

He couldn’t.

Because she was right, and it made him want to destroy something—or someone.

“Fine. You want my attention?” he growled, his hazel eyes blazing. “You’ve got it.”

Before he could stop himself, he reached out, pulling her to him. His mouth crashed against hers, the kiss rough, desperate, filled with all the frustration and longing that had been building for weeks.

She froze for a heartbeat, then kissed him back just as fiercely. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together. For a moment, nothing else existed but her—the heat of her, the taste of her, the way her lips moved against his like they’d been made for this.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was a clash of lips and teeth, her mouth moving against his like she wanted to burn him from the inside out.

Her legs shifted beneath him, and for a moment, he thought she was going to push him off. Instead, she arched up, pressing her body against his, her lips parting as she kissed him back with the same fire she fought with.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard, their faces still inches apart.

“You’re a bastard,” she said, her voice low and trembling.

“And you’re impossible,” he shot back, his grip on her wrists loosening slightly.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the tension between them crackling like a storm about to break. Then Y/n yanked her wrists free, shoving him off with more force than he expected. She stood, her hair wild, her cheeks flushed, and her hazel eyes burning with a mix of anger and emotion.

“This doesn’t change anything,” she said, her voice hard as she turned and walked away, leaving him in the ring, his heart still pounding in his chest.

Cassian ran a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he watched her go.

She was wrong.

It had already changed everything.

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Cassian POV

The morning Y/n left, the House of Wind was quiet. Cassian didn’t know it would be the last time he’d see her for weeks.

He didn’t know she was slipping away on a mission, alone, without so much as a goodbye.

If he had, he wouldn’t have let her go.

Not without a fight.

It wasn’t until later that day, when Rhysand called the Inner Circle together, that Cassian learned the truth.

“She’s gone where?” he demanded, his voice echoing off the walls of the war room. His wings flared behind him, his hazel eyes blazing with disbelief.

Rhys sighed, his calm demeanor barely masking the tension in his shoulders. “There’s a faction operating near the borderlands, smuggling weapons and information to our enemies. Their exact alliances are unclear, but they’ve grown bold enough to disrupt some of our key trade routes. She went to infiltrate, gather intelligence, and, if the opportunity presents itself, dismantle their operation.”

“So you sent her? Alone?” Cassian growled, his hands fisting at his sides.

“Azriel suggested her,” Rhys said, his tone firm. “And you know she’s capable, Cassian.”

“She’s capable, but she’s not invincible,” Cassian snapped, his chest heaving. “You should’ve told me. I could’ve gone with her.”

“She didn’t want you to,” Rhys said, his violet eyes locking onto Cassian’s. “She specifically asked me not to involve you.”

That stopped him cold. The words hit harder than any blow, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. “Why?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost desperate.

“She didn’t say,” Rhys admitted, his gaze softening slightly. “But I think you know why.”

Cassian didn’t respond.

He couldn’t.

Because deep down, he did know.

She was still avoiding him, still putting distance between them, and now she’d gone off on a mission that could get her killed just to keep that distance intact.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

She was so gods damned stubborn.

And it was one of her qualities that he loved and infuriated him at the same time.

However, the days that followed were pure agony.

Cassian threw himself into training, drills, and patrols, anything to keep himself from pacing the halls of the House of Wind like a caged animal. But no matter what he did, his thoughts always drifted back to her.

Every time the sun rose and set without word from her, the knot of dread in his chest tightened. He thought of her out there, alone, facing gods-knew-what. Thought of the dangers she might be walking into, the enemies she might be fighting without backup.

Every scenario that crossed his mind ended the same way: with her hurt—or worse.

“She’s fine,” Azriel said one night after his return, his voice calm as they stood on the balcony of the House of Wind. “You know how good she is. She’ll come back.”

Cassian didn’t respond. He stared out at the dark horizon, his jaw tight, his wings twitching with restless energy.

“She wouldn’t have gone if she didn’t think she could handle it,” Azriel added, his shadows curling around him. “I trust her and you need to as well.”

But trusting her wasn’t the problem. Cassian knew she was capable. He’d seen her fight, seen her outwit enemies who underestimated her. What he couldn’t stand was the thought of her out there, bleeding or broken, with no one to help her.

What if she needed him and he wasn’t there?

The thought ate at him, night after night, until he could barely sleep. He paced the halls, his mind filled with the memory of her smile, the sound of her laugh, the sharpness of her tongue. He replayed every moment they’d shared, every argument, every glance, every word he wished he’d said before she left.

And then came the silence.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no word. Not from her, not from Rhys, not from anyone. The dread that had been simmering in Cassian’s chest erupted into a full-blown storm.

He stormed into the war room, his voice rough with barely restrained anger. “It’s been too long. I’m going after her.”

“Cassian,” Rhys said calmly, though his tone carried a warning. “She’s under orders. We have to trust her.”

“I’m done trusting,” Cassian snapped, his wings flaring. “What if she’s hurt? What if she—” He stopped, the words catching in his throat.

“She’s not dead,” Mor said firmly, her brown eyes filled with determination. “You’d know if she was. We all would.”

The words did little to ease the storm inside him. Every second that passed without her return felt like an eternity. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her—broken, bleeding, calling out for help that never came.

And all he could do was wait.

When another week passed, Rhys sent Azriel for her.

When word finally came two days later, it wasn’t good.

Azriel returned first, landing on the balcony of the House of Wind with a grim expression and blood smeared across his leathers.

“Where is she?” Cassian demanded, striding toward him before Azriel even had a chance to step inside.

“She’s coming,” Azriel said, his tone calm but tight. “She’s injured, but she’s alive. I carried her most of the way back.”

Cassian’s stomach twisted, his wings flaring as he fought to keep his emotions in check. “What happened?”

“Ambush,” Azriel said simply, his face unreadable. “She fought like hell, but there were too many of them.”

Cassian didn’t wait to hear more. He stormed past Azriel, heading for the infirmary where he knew they would take her. His heart pounded with every step, his mind racing with all the things he hadn’t said, all the things he should have done to keep her from going on that damned mission.

When he entered the infirmary, the sight of her nearly brought him to his knees.

She lay on the bed, her golden-brown hair matted with blood, her face pale. Bandages wrapped her torso, her arm was in a sling, and her hazel eyes were closed, her brows drawn tight in pain. A healer hovered nearby, murmuring soft incantations as her magic worked to mend the worst of the damage.

“Out,” Cassian growled at the healer, his voice low and rough. “I’ll stay with her.”

The healer hesitated, but one look at Cassian’s face had her retreating with a quick nod. He sank into the chair beside the bed, his hands clenching as he took in every cut, every bruise.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he muttered, his voice trembling with anger. “Taking on a mission like that…”

“I was thinking,” came her soft, hoarse voice, “that if I told you, you would try and stop me. Like you would think I couldn’t handle it.”

Cassian froze, his gaze snapping to her face. Her eyes were open now, hazel and sharp despite the exhaustion etched into her features.

“Y/n—”

“Save it,” she said, her voice stronger this time as she pushed herself up on the bed, wincing. “I knew what I was getting into.”

“That’s not the point,” he said, his voice rising as he leaned closer. “You could have died, Do you have any idea what that would have done to—” He cut himself off, his throat tightening.

“To you?” she finished, her lips curling into a faint, bitter smile. “Don’t flatter yourself, Cassian. You made it pretty clear that I’m just another soldier to you.”

“Don’t,” he growled, his hazel eyes blazing. “You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” she shot back, her voice rising despite her injuries. “Because all I’ve ever seen from you is judgment and control. You don’t care about me—you care about keeping me in line.”

Cassian had no answer. He sat there, his heart pounding as he watched her turn her face toward the wall, the silence between them louder than any argument. And for the first time, he realized that maybe the lines he’d drawn between them weren’t just to protect her.

Maybe they’d been to protect himself.

Chapter 5

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N One-Shot Series PRT 37

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Jack didn't expect to feel this way as Shanda talked with Y/n like they were the best of friends. She was so open to her and was able to laugh with her unlike she had with anyone else he's ever introduced her to. He knew Shanda would like her but he didn't realize how much until he watched them shotgun a blunt together.

He felt giddy as they all talked. Y/n fell into place effortlessly and made sure to keep checking on him as he took hits of the blunt. Not in a "you shouldn't be doing that" sort of way but in a way that she wanted to make sure he was having a good time and not a bad trip from this West Coast weed.

"Do you want the 2-cent house tour? Jack will proudly complain about how much work he did to the house but secretly it makes him feel like his balls are huge." Y/n teased making Jack shake his head.

"It doesn't take big balls to renovate a house...it takes a lot of hard work, stupid amounts of money...and a big cock." Jack teased right back but Shanda threw her hands up in the air.

"I'll take the tour if you keep your dick and balls out of this." She started up the steps and Jack trailed behind her like two children picking out their bedrooms in a new home.

Y/n watched how Jack interacted with Shanda and could tell how much he's changed. It made her smile seeing him so lively and excited as he gave her and her girlfriend a tour of the house. He proudly took her to each room and told her how shitty it was to get all the old junk out and drag it all downstairs but he was happy with how it all turned out.

"I love that you turned your dad's studio into your office. I think that is awesome." Shanda put her fingers on the drafts he had pinned to the corkboard for the book her had written.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you but I sent my book off to a publisher...we're waiting to see if they're gonna bite or not." Jack shoved his hands in his pockets shyly and Shanda shoved him before wrapping her arm around his neck.

"You fucker! That's amazing! I'm so fucking proud of you!" Shanda hugged him and Jack laughed.

"No one has called yet so don't be too proud. I could just be a hack." Jack joked.

"Not a chance. I've read it and have offered sexual favors for a sequel." Y/n cut in.

"That good huh?" Crystal laughed.

"I thought it was brilliant. Knowing him personally only makes the book more chilling. I think it's going to get picked up without a doubt." Y/n said firmly making Jack walk towards her and kiss her cheek. Shanda awed at them and Jack rolled his eyes.

They all go back downstairs and resume dinner with the leftover pizza and weed, talking about how Shanda moved in with Crystal finally and how Crystal's art exhibit was featured locally. Y/n sat with her legs crossed towards Jack, holding his hand in her own and resting it on his knee. It was such a simple gesture but Jack felt whole just having her holding his hand. He hadn't notice Shanda watching them interact with one another.

"I would love to hang out longer but I have to get up for work super early and I already know I'm going to crash from that weed." Y/n laughed getting up from her chair. Jack hadn't released her hand yet even as she walked around and hugged Crystal and Shanda goodbye.

Jack walked her to the front door and he squeezed her hand.

"I'll text you when I got to bed." Jack said giving her a kiss. She touched his face and smiled.

"If I don't answer, just know I'm passed out but I will call in the morning." Jack felt warmth in his stomach as she held his face in her hands and kissed him again, this time taking her time.

"Love you." She whispered before walking out the door like it was nothing. Jack didn't have time to think about it. She had just told him that she loved him and left. He watched he walk across the yard and go inside the house before turning around and jumping at the sight of Shanda standing there.

"Jesus fuck..." He yelped and she smirked.

"She's the one, huh?" Shanda teases. Jack gives her a shove as they return to the living room, Shanda sitting between Crystal's legs and Jack sat opposite them on the other end of the couch.

"The one? I mean I'm just glad she agreed to be my girlfriend. I'm not trying to jump into a marriage just yet." Jack laughed it off.

"Why not? She's gorgeous and sweet. She also believes in your writing which is awesome to have in a supportive partner." Crystal gave Shanda a squeeze.

"You look happier than I've ever seen you...even when you were with Cleo." Shanda says honestly. Jack smiles and nods knowing it's true. He's never felt like this before. He starts to wonder if maybe he was ever really in love with Cleo because he never felt like this with her.

"You look healthy too, kind of jacked." Crystal added making all three of them laugh out loud.

"Yeah that's probably from the renovations. Moving a lifetime of bullshit from three levels has been a workout." Jack admits. He knew the first week he should have hired help with the work but he didn't trust anyone to help him go through his families secrets and junk. He felt stronger both physically and mentally and he knew Y/n had a lot to do with that.

"Do you love her?" Shanda asked bluntly.

"I mean...yeah I do. I don't know really know what that means yet but I know that I need her in my life in order to feel whole which I know is some cliche bullshit but I feel hopeful when I'm with her, when I think about her." Jack explained getting lost in his thoughts. Shanda nudged him with her foot and pulled him out of his head.

"Happy for you bitch." Shanda smiled almost looking like she had tears of joy in her eyes.

"Happy for you whore." Jack gripped her ankle and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Crystal and Shanda slept in the guest room as Jack shut down the house around 1AM. He paced around the hardwood floor biting his lip and knowing that Y/n was probably already asleep but he had to talk to her. He opened the door and looked up towards her room. The light was off. He looked at the garden trellis and started to carefully climb up to the second floor. The last thing he wanted to do was fall off the side of the house and be found in the morning broken and humiliated.

He gripped the side of the windowsill and knocked on the glass lightly at first. It took a minute before the light came on and Y/n appeared with a heavy dumbbell in her hand. Once she saw Jack she dropped it on the bed and quickly opened the window.

"Are you crazy? Are you trying to break your ass?" She griped his forearms but he didn't let her pull him into the window.

"I didn't say it back." Jack breathed.

"What?" She looked confused.

"You said love you when you left and I didn't say it back." Y/n shook her head at him but before she could speak he cut her off.

"I love you. I am so in love with you, you know that right?" Jack confessed seeing Y/n smile. She dropped to her knees and still kept ahold of him.

"I know you do idiot. You didn't' have to scale the house to tell me." Y/n pushed his sweaty hair off his forehead. He smiled back at her.

"I just wanted you to know." She leaned forward and kissed him.

"Can I pull you into the window now? I'm not fucking you in a full body cast." Y/n asked making Jack laugh as he let her drag him through the window. He stripped out of his clothes and snuggled into bed with her, holding her in his arms. This was perfect to him. His life, no matter what direction it took, felt whole.

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