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[seattlesellie]

i need bbf!ellie pretending not to be turned on in front of your brother when you come downstairs after waking up without a bra on, all you have on is a short tank top and tiny shorts.

<3

mean slightly loserish bbf!ellie <3

she dips another piece of semi-stale baguette into her perfecfly runny eggs, and shoves it in her mouth. she chews, and then—

stupidly tight tank top, stupidly short shorts (an offensive piece of fabric, really), a stupidly cute smile and a stupidly adorable “g’morning guys!”

oh, fuck you.

she chokes.

“ayo, you good?” your brother chuckles, and pats her lightly on the back.

“yeah, m’fine man” she huffs, and when you turn around to open the fridge, oh great— your ass is poking through, and suddenly she lost her appetite and all she really wants to do is take a fucking ice shower.

you turn to face them, and as your brother steals a raspberry from her plate, you roll your eyes. “you guys can say good morning back, so fucking rude sometimes”

“morning…” he lazily hums, throwing the raspberry directly in his mouth.

you look at ellie, where’s your very deserved good freaking morning?

oh, she wasn’t paying attention, her eyes glued to the wall behind you. if she looks— oh hell no.

she shifts her eyes towards your form, and apparently— your tits greet her before your eyes do. she quickly looks up at your soft expression, and she feels like a goddamn 13 year old ellie again. a crimson blush creeps up on her cheeks, and… is it hot in here? she feels hot. like she’s burning up, like she just swallowed a rock.

“ellie?” you tilt your head to the side, waiting for that damn greeting.

“huh?”

“good morning?”

“yeah”

she takes the glass of water in her hand and she chugs it. when you slightly lift your hands up— to sip on your coffee, your shirt rides up and she notices that a tiny fragment of your thong pokes through from the sides of your pajama shorts. she nearly goddamn choked again. truly, from the bottom of her heart, fuck you.

“soccer outside?” your brother asks, oh so blissfully unaware of whatever the hell is going on.

“yeah, give me a minute… gotta finish it up”

he raises a curious brow, “but you ate all of it”

“yeah well, gotta dip the bread so,” she stammers. you roll your eyes and she sees. roll them one more time and she’ll—

“k, i’m outside”

he walks away, budging your shoulder. “ow!”

“eat shit”

“asshole”

ellie’s not speaking, like— at all. she’s barely breathing if she’s being honest. she should be bothering you by now, complaining about how gross you are for drinking that coffee, in her words; shit-water, telling you that you have a tiny spot on your nose that you have to wipe off and then bump your palm into it or some other stupid stunt. except, she doesn’t.

why is she still here? why doesn’t she just go?

it’s awfully silent and her breath hitches down her throat when you lean on the counter with your elbows, and she swears she just almost got a peak. she averts her look again, and clenches her jaw.

“how do you tolerate him?” you question. again, no comment. is she sick? coming down with the summer flu or something?

“or…” you’re pushing it, you know you are.

“how does he tolerate you?” you smile like you just won an NBA trophy. she plays with her fork and stares you down.

“actually how do both of you tolerate each other? this has to be like… a harvard experiment or something”

its her turn to smirk now, and tilt her head to the side. you shudder, for some reason. she still doesn’t respond.

“are you sick?” she must be, where’s the snarky comment?

the only sound that fills the room is the sound of the refrigerator running and the fork that she uses to trace small lines on the ceramic plate with.

she gets up, still not breaking eye contact. your nipples poke through the shirt, and it’s killing her. come up with something, quick.

“are you cold?” she huffs, raspy and deep.

“what?” you respond quietly, small.

“just askin’ because…”

she points at your nipples, moving her finger side to side.

“because it looks like you’re cold”

your whole body stiffens up and it feels like you’re gonna die. worse. it feels like you’re burning up in front of her. you’re standing there, like a mummy.

she walks off, chuckles under her breath, and then she turns around. she doesn’t say anything, but oh god did she want to.

oh, there she is.

[suzyandthefox]

No new content soo

Have the very first Fatal (with reformation) swwh I have ever written

I wrote this almost two years ago.

Oweis does not belong to me, Neither do any of the characters here, just Y/N :3

G/t M/NB noms, Fatal W/Reformation.

NSFW DNI

When you thought about the consequences of your actions,you never imagined they would be like this.

Life was never an issue for you,as a pixie,you spent your time eating nectar,sleeping and ruining a traveler’s day whenever you could, especially when Phobos encouraged you to.

From stealing away some coins,to purposely misleading them,to using your magic to jinx them,you cackled every time you saw their frustration creep up on their faces.

Humans are stupid,and ruining their day was the peak of your own.

Today was no exception,you saw a handsome young man taking a stroll in the woods, with no equipment, nothing but a weapon on his side.

You deducted that he wasn't travelling then, only walking, a grin creeped on your face.

You thought of the many ways you can make him regret coming here, you could perhaps cut this pretty, long, dark hair that he wears in a low ponytail, or you could make him sneeze for a good few hours,or you could make him trip and lose a tooth.

You noticed that unique lock of hair on top of his head, curled like a weird antenna,wouldn't it be funny if you just cut it off? And it bothered you anyways.

So you flied around the human, giggle as you focus your magic into a tiny spectral blade.

Your laughter, however,is interrupted by a powerful force grabbing you from the air,and a fist squeezing you.

“You thought you were going to do something funny, didn't you?”

You gulped nervously,and tried to wriggle your way from the hold,you wings were basically crinkled paper now, you prayed that they still worked after this.

Now that you are so close to the human you realised he… wasn't human at all,nor was he a Celestan.

The unmistakable crescent mark on his forehead, these shining silver eyes, and the unique, asserting aura,you heart sank as it dawns on you.

“A…Axelia-Maiier?” your words barely came out of your throat.

“Don't call me that if you know what's good for you”

Tears flowed,you were screwed,so absolutely screwed.

Out of all days that your prank could have failed, it had to fail in the presence of THE Axelia, you truly hoped it was all a nightmare but no,it was real,every dreaded second of it.

“And now what can I do with you,you little bastard?”

His hand shifted around you and you breathed after long moments of suffocation,but it didn't last long,for the very next second you were dangling in the air from your foot.

“I could pluck your pretty little wings, or I could keep you hanging upside down like this,or I could keep you in my pocket for later”

Even though you were getting a horrible headache from the blood flowing to your head,you noticed how he licked his lips, they must have been dry,right?

“You know what? I think I'm feeling little bit… peckish.” Wait, what does being hungry has to do with…

Fuck.

You really, really hoped it wasn't what you thought it was,but all your hopes were snuffed out as The Axelia dangled you over his mouth, taking his sweet time in taunting you.

On one hand,it was an honour to be consumed by The Axelia, the one and only,but on the other, you didn't want to die… not in such a humiliating way.

“Ahh~”

But your thoughts weren't important, for it was time to face the consequences of your actions. You were lowered into a cavern of deep crimson red,with pearly white gates,and then you heard a little ‘click’ as said gates were sealed shut, trapping you in horrible darkness.

At least you weren't dangling anymore, despite the head splitting headache you were having from being upside down for so long,but the moment of peace went away, and another form of torture took place.

You were rolled and tossed around pathetically as The Axelia indulged himself in your taste, a loud purr vibrate around you,you didn't have even the tiniest bit of power here, just a little snack about to perish forever, for a prank that went wrong.

You had no strength left in you to fight the strong muscle, so you whimpered and sobbed.

“Please, I'm sorry!” “I'm so sorry! I won't do anything like that again! I swear!”

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you realize what will happen next,and it won't care about how you feel.

“Axelia-Maiier… please don't do this...”

Your voice dies as the unbearably warm environment shifts around you,The Axelia then swallowed your pathetic,wet form whole.

It wasn't easy, given that he still had the body of a human, but unfortunately for you,it only needed a bit of work before it was completely done, which meant that any chances of getting out,if there was any,was now nonexistent.

You listened to the powerful, rumbling heartbeat,a heart full of power, emotions,and what you sensed it to be something far darker, like it wasn't him.

The fleeting, humbling moment passed and you went through a ring of muscle into the stomach.

You would have just listened to the heartbeat of the Axelia and waited quietly for what comes next,if not for your skin sizzling upon contact with the soft flesh of the walls.

You couldn’t get a single moment of rest,every second since the Axelia noticed you was pain upon pain, and now was the strongest of them,you wished that your mind would just shutdown so you won't feel yourself dissolving and melting.

“I'm sorry,I really am…”

The sounds of the body functions,the horrid darkness, the suffocating humid air,and the acids eating at you.

But before the end came,a force grabbed you into the blinding light of the sun again.

You thought yourself to have been digested,but instead you are held by The Axelia again. This time, however,his hand wasn't a cruel, squeezing fist,it was an open palm, perhaps from how brittle your body was after what happened, your bare flesh exposed to the air and sending you in more waves of pain.

The Axelia mutters a spell,and finally the pain was gone, your wings flutter, your skin grows back,you were good as new.

“There! All good! Like nothing happened!”

“Ax..elia?” You muttered in weakness. “Call me “Oweis”, okay? I don't like the title,” “I don't understand… you just killed me,but somehow I'm back?”

“Well that's because I regene_” “No no,I want to know why you changed your mind, why you suddenly decided that I'm a person.”

He shrugged. “I guess I felt bad for you? Like, you are a little bastard who was going to cut my hair and all,but not to the point where I would kill you, that's just cruel.”

“Cruel,huh?” your voice was filled with seething hatred.

“But you are all good now! So it's fine! You sweared to never ruin anyone's day again.”

“No,I sweared I won't do anything like that again,in that I won't be cutting your hair,but I can ruin your whole life in plenty of ways.”

Now fully regenerated,you focus your magic on taking you away from here, you may not be unable to do anything but you can absolutely tell someone else to do it.

And you know exactly who are you going to tell.

[puppysdog]

I know nothing of your OCs tell me about them

ive got way too many so im gonna talk about the final girls ocs i have from my horror movies !

first is Áine from Goldberg. shes one of my favorites since shes the first final girl i came up with. she was really fun to make bc i realized i didnt have any “weird girl” ocs which was a tragedy. college aged, lived with her bestfriend izzy (pre death) and her two closest friends after. shes got copper curly hair (like the irish actress jade jordan), big brown eyes and glasses, and the same set of five tshirts and cargo pants from high school. shes super into horror movies and murder mysteries, and is over confident in her abilities which continuously puts her in dangerous situations, but also helps her get out of them. she ends up with the killer at the end of the movie which i think was a fun turn on the final girl trope

for the movie The Summoning in the Forest (title in progress still) both Alex and Ranger Butch Ryder are the final girls. ive always been a big fan of unwilling mentor/younger character with no family left type tropes so i thought what better way to do so than with a butch lesbian and a just-came-out-two-months-ago 17yr old. Alex loses her sister during a ritual summoning to try to being back their parents, and accidentally unleashes a demon in the forest. Fire Ranger Butch Ryder and her dog Sapphie live out in a near by fire tower for the season, and end up taking Alex in while trying to stop this demon from setting her entire forest on fire. I havent worked on the script for that one yet, but i want to focus on Ryder’s butch aspects and show them as desirable and hot. I also think Alex and Ryder being able to bond through their sexuality is a great way to steamroll through two strangers wouldnt work together bc two lesbians stuck in a horror situation would no doubt team up

Dakota is the final girl for Haunted House and oh boy shes gotta be my second favorite. British, fat, shaved head, dyke, 80s type punk chav vibe, hot headed, literally everything to me. She ends up inheriting a house from a family member shes barely heard of, and being a broke mid twenties yr old she immediately is on board. the house has a minor staff run by Ms. Adeline Falls so Dakota doesnt even have to do anything but play head of the house and follow the rules. Except shes really bad at following rules, and the house hates her. cue movie horror montage of a haunted house trying its best to kick the most stubborn girl out. i think this one will have more of a crimson peak/bly manor type vibe than anything? gothic semi tragedy horror is the feel i want to go for. also she basically ends up getting with the house at the end, so theres that

My last final girls are Belle and Julia from Sleep Over (title also in progress) i hesitate to call Julia a final girl since shes the antagonist, but she does end up alive at the end with Belle so ig she counts. very horror comedy with an over the top weird girl, Belle. Belle is absolutely obsessed with horror and the macabre, extending to serial killers and such. she has an entire room dedicated to horror props and set pieces, and she’s extremely elitist about her opinions on the genres. shes very much like May from the movie May, super awkward but much more outgoing with it. Julia and her crew are the new up and coming serial killers of the city, and decide Belle is gonna be their next target. Belle, already unhappy with the groups work and considering a shame to true serial killers, turns her house into a deadly home alone mixed with saw style death trap, and the serial killer trio slowly realize theyre the ones trapped in the house. I really want to give Julia and her crew popular mean girl type vibes. Like hair done poofy, cherry earrings, gold rings, lots of matching pinks, etc. Her and Belle dont end up together or anything but they do get the same life sentence, and the movie ends with what looks like them breaking out together

and thats my girls <3

[noturbysshe]

Ten Characters, Ten Fandoms, Ten Tags

Thanks for tagging me, @eolewyn1010 ! Sorry that it took me that long, had a busy week - anyways, here we go, my ultimate fictional blorbo list:

• Thomas Sharpe // Crimson Peak (he’s my pal. He’s my home-boy, my rotten soldier. He’s my sweet cheese, my good-time boy. It was hard to decide whether he would be on top of the list or Edith, but I decided that he’s more in need of support than her <3)

• Helaena Targaryen // House of the Dragon (I feel like there’s so much more behind her character than we got to see in the first season, and I love the mix of her being generally quiet and her predictions giving so much weight to everything she says. Also I’m grateful that HotD has me falling in love with this whole universe again after the last season of GoT had ruined it for me.)

• Aimé Bonpland // Die Vermessung der Welt (I know that he was technically a real person, but the fictionalised version of him definitely belongs on this list)

• Madeline Usher // The Fall of the House of Usher (my favourite character from my favourite short story. I’ve already written two analyses of her character and role in the story whoops)

• Lionel Verney // The Last Man (because he needs and deserves a hug and a kiss from Adrian)

• Chevalier de Lorraine // Versailles (he’s so stupid, I love him. He is the poorest of all meow-meows.)

• Danny Holt // London Spy (I’ve watched this series an unhealthy amount of times, for a reason I can’t really remember. Maybe just to finally understand everything that was happening. But I still fell in love with this character)

• Charlotte Ritter // Babylon Berlin (I think I don’t have to clarify why she’s on this list. Just. UGH. Her being completely unhinged and reckless <3)

• John Clare aka Frankenstein’s Creation // Penny Dreadful (in my opinion the best representation of Mary Shelley’s original in modern media. He’s such a tragically beautiful and eloquent character, just like in the novel)

• Inspector Guro // Gogol: The Beginning (has cool sunglasses and knows how to make a memorable entrance)

Now to the difficult part - I‘ve not interacted that much with 10 accounts in order to feel confident enough to tag them :‘) Needless to say that you don’t have to participate if you don’t feel like it! <3

@ratbasement @omgwhatamievendoing @a-mask-of-anarchy (seems like I‘ve reached my limit of people I‘m confident enough to tag, who haven’t been tagged already. Whoopsie)

[candles-at-sunset]

Sunrises with you - Jean Kirstein x fem!reader - Chapter 3

Hi again! Sorry this chapter took so long to write, i have had a busy time lately but i have finally finished it! this will be the last chapter so thank you to those who have stuck by it and were willing to read this! I might write more in future but we shall see! enjoy reading and please remember to like and comment it truly makes my day :)) heres a link to my ao3 if you wanna check it out :))

Ratings/TW - ok so this chapter is the reason i have rated it mature, there will be smut in this one so pleased do not interact if you are a minor! This also has scene where some people may be uncomfortable as it shows a guy getting a bit aggressive with y/n so i have put stars (****) where it starts and ends so you can skip over it! If you also want to skip over the smut just stop reading when your reach this line “ Lifting your chin up, you press a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back..."

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Chapter 3 -  Club events and realisations

By the time you had finished with your make up, you hear a knock on the front door, followed by Sasha greeting Connie and Jean in. As you apply your last false eyelash to your lash line, you hear Jean ask Sasha “Where’s Y/n at? I thought they’d be ready by now?”

You hear Sasha huff a laugh as she replies, “Ugh still getting ready, though she was in the bathroom for aN HOUR!” She yells in the direction of your room.

“Shut up Sasha, I had to shave the monster legs! And you spent longer than me in there!” You shout back, laughing lightly as you turn back to your vanity mirror. Checking yourself one last time, you feel proud of the look for tonight. Black eyeliner across your eyes to go with the soft smoky eye with a hint of green, not too dark but still noticeable. The lashes you go with aren’t too dramatic, as you don’t want to take away from the overall eye look, so natural was the vibe you go for. You have a small amount of foundation on, just to cover some imperfections and a small amount of contour to define your face. You generally go for something lighter but as its Mikasa’s birthday, you wanted to try something different. For lips you keep it simple, a dark crimson with gloss over the top, really standing out and completing the look.

Happy with the overall, you stand up and face the full-length mirror near your wardrobe, observing the outfit one last time. The boots you went with were ankle boots, but had a thick sole and were heeled slightly, making you just that extra bit taller. You honestly cannot thank Sasha enough for the outfit, it did wonders for your ass. You decided against a bra tonight, purely because you could not be bothered with being uncomfortable, so your nipples were only just visible as you were slightly chilly. With your hair, you also didn’t do much to it, except put a small black headband on as an accessory. With one quick brush down of your clothes, you make your way to your door, grabbing your purse, ID, card, and a light jacket.

As you make your way out your door, you hear Jean groan “Finally! What was taking you…so…Oh.” He stutters as he turns towards you, blush forming on his face, mouth slightly gaped open as he takes in your form. You can feel his eyes lingering on every part of you as he slowly, ever so slowly, rakes his lust-filled eyes further and further up your figure. He focuses on the way the boots make your legs look longer, how your faux leather trousers show off the curves of your hips, the shape of your ass. He stops on your exposed waist for a second longer, before continuing up, eyes bulging slightly as he takes in your breasts, the subtle peak of your nipples driving him crazy. His eyes stay there for a tad longer, and then finally, his eyes meet yours. You too have a flushed face, though it is easily hidden by the small amount of blush you put on. He closes his mouth and opens it again, seemingly trying to form words.

“Yo,,, you uh.. you look... phwew… you look incredible. I mean… wow. Who are you and what have you done with my doll face?”

Your blush deepens, looking away form his honey eyes, towards the floor. “Uhm... thanks. You... you too. You look real nice Jean-boy” And boy he really does. His black trainers and odd socks make you giggle, but then you see the dark, cuffed boyfriend jeans that do nothing to hide his thick thighs, beautifully showing off his ass. He has a long-sleeved black top on, tucked in underneath a short sleeved forest green button shirt, that sits open to show his torso. You also take note of the small chain around his neck and God do you want to grab him by it. How can one man make someone desire all these sultry, lustful images.

Looking behind his shoulder, you can see Connie and Sasha struggling to hide their laughs, almost struggling to breathe as they keep it in. Suddenly, all embarrassment is gone as you stomp over to Connie, grabbing his ear and hiss “Shut up, baldie.” You let go at the sounds of his complaints and turn back around to face Jean.

“So, we good to go? Is everyone else already there?” You ask in a calm voice, trying to compose yourself. Jean hesitates for a moment, eyes darting between you and Connie, before shaking his head.

“Uh Eren, Mikasa, Armin and Annie are there. Turns out Pieke, Porco, Zeke and Marco can’t come in the end, so it’ll just be us really. Oh, and Ymir and Historia, but they’ll join us after their date.”

Nodding your head, you don your jacket and your bag, then turn to Sasha. “Let’s get going. I don’t wanna make the others wait forever”

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As the taxi arrives at the club, Jean is the first to get out, holding the door open and offering you his hand. You gracefully accept, the inconsiderate blush appearing across your cheeks again at his kindness.

“Thanks Jean” You whisper in his ear as you get up, right against his ear, causing him to freeze slightly.

“N..No Problem” He stutters out, his breath hitching as you brush past him.

As Sasha and Connie get out the car, you all make your way over to the line near the door. “Hey is there still an entry fee? I don’t have cash with me” You ask the group, watching as Connie and Sasha shake their heads.

“Yeh I think there is, but I only have enough for me and Sasha, sorry Y/N” Connie says, giving you an apologetic look.

Smiling slightly, you reply “No no don’t worry, I should’ve checked before we left. Is there an ATM nearby?” Just as you move to get out the queue, Jean takes your wrist to hold you back.

“I can cover us both, don’t worry doll. I figured you wouldn’t remember so I made sure to bring enough.” He speaks softly against your ear, his breath warm against your ear, giving you goosebumps all across your body.

Turning to him, you shake your head “No don’t spend your money on me, I can get the money out its fine” But Jean was having none of it, as he gave the bouncer the money and dragging you in by the wrist.

Instantly, the blasting music hits your ears, the tunes of an indie band reaching your ears, making It hard to focus on what Jeans saying. Assuming he’s leading you to the bar to your right, you follow without complaint.

As you walk, you look around the club, searching for familiar faces. In the back left, at one of the booths, you can see Eren and the others sat there, his arm around Mikasa’s shoulders as they face opposite to Armin and Annie, who mimic their position. Turning back to Jean, you pull his hand towards you, bringing him closer. “I’m gonna go sit with the others at the back, can you get me a drink and I’ll pay you back?”

Jean smiles slightly, and shouts back “Yeah of course, the usual?” Nodding your head, you squeeze his hand one more time, before making your way to the booth. You have to cross the dance floor to do so and making your way though a bunch of drunks dancing proved to be a difficult task.

Eventually, you reach your destination, and catch Mikasa’s line of sight. Her eyes widen and she smiles brightly “Y/n! I’m so happy you came, come sit down!” shuffling across the booth, she makes room for you to sit next to her, and you look around as the others greet you as well.

“Hi guys! Happy birthday Mikasa! I have your present at home, as I thought you’d want to open it not in a club.”

She smiles just a bit brighter and replies “Thank you! I’ll be sure to get it tomorrow if I’m not too hungover. Where are the others?” She gives you a teasing glance. Knowing exactly why she’s looking at you in that way, you ignore it and turn to the others, only to find them also looking at you like that.

With a groan, you exclaim “God, does everyone know about my crush on Jean? Am I that obvious?” The others laugh, and just as Armin makes to reply, Jean, Connie and Sasha appear next to you.

Perfect timing.

As you all shuffle along to make room for everyone, Jean takes his seat next to you, and casually throws his arm behind you to rest it against the back of the booth, fingers resting just shy of your exposed collarbone, stroking the skin gently.

You make eye contact with Armin, the teasing grin widening as he laughs to himself, and you shoot him a warning glare before taking your drink out of Jeans hand. Look at the table, you notice another one placed in front of you, you turn to jean, a silent question on your face.

“Oh, they had a deal on, two drinks for $5 so I thought why not?” As he says this, he gets closer to your ear, probably just so you could hear him. Again with talking in my ear, this is driving me crazy.

Sensing this was going to be a long night, you down the drink in your hand, wincing slightly as the last part was pure alcohol. You hear a few cheers around the table from the girls and open your eyes to see most of the group staring at you in shock.

“What? We’re here to celebrate and get drunk, why wait around?” Understanding your reasoning, everyone goes back to their drinks and easy conversation.

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4 drinks and two shots in, you were feeling very drunk. You all took it in turns ordering rounds and Connie had insisted everyone had shots as well. Ymir and Historia had joined you just under half and hour ago, sitting in front of the booth with Historia sitting on Ymir’s lap. Needless to say, you were having a great time. It had been a while since you all managed to meet up properly, so when you do it always lifts your spirits.

Hearing a song you liked, you squeal and move to get up “Girls come on, lets go dance!”.

Everyone shuffles out the booth to let you and the ladies run to the dance floor, the guys staying behind, sensing this was a moment for the girls.

You all rush to the dancefloor, forming a circle in the centre and dancing your hearts out. You all sang along to the lyrics, pretending your hand was a microphone, and laughing along with them as you all sang off key. Its moments like this that make you feel happiest, messing about with the most important people in your lives, carefree and together.

After a few songs alone, the others had decided to join you, making the circle disband you all formed a big group. Jean had managed to make his way over to you. Surrounded by your friends, you all dance enthusiastically along with the indie music slamming out of the speakers. You all jumped to the beat, singing along to the lyrics.

When a more slow, sultry song comes on, all the couples break off to hold each other, leaving you and Jean. With all the alcohol in your system, you didn’t think twice to walk up to Jean, and with no hesitation, wrap your arms around his neck and rest your hands at his nape with a smile on your face. Jean gives you a look, like he’s saying are you ok? You nod your head, smile still plastered on your face, and you can feel as Jeans hands come to rest on your waist, the pads of his fingers hot against your exposed skin. Moving your hips, you encourage him to do the same, and you sway to the music together. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks, but you pass that off, blaming the alcohol.

As you continue to dance, Jeans confidence picks up and he draws you closer to him, almost chest to chest. You look up, into his eyes and sing along gently, continuing to sway as you don’t break the contact. He breaks it first, looking down towards your lips, focusing there for a second and then looking back at you with hooded eyes. You feel a blush on your cheeks again and mimic him, your eyes fleeting to his lips and back up. You lick your lips slowly, tongue poking out just barely, but it catches his eye and he’s drawn to look down again. He lingers there longer than last time, and you can see in his eyes as he stares at your eyes again that they’ve become full of lust. Your hips meet slightly as you dance, and you notice just how close you are now. You grind your hips on his hesitantly, and he immediately responds, hips meeting yours. You look up to his eyes again and hold his hungry eyes in your gaze.

Just as you move you face closer to his, the song changes to a more upbeat one, and everyone comes together again. Realising your current position, you cough slightly and take a step back, removing your arms from around Jeans neck.

“I’m just gonna get another drink, ok?” Jean nods his head at your words, giving you a small smile. Turning around, you make your way to the bar, taking a deep breath in as you replay what just happened in your head. You can’t believe that happened. Was it because you were both drunk? Did Jean not actually mean to do that?

Your head was spinning with all these questions that you didn’t notice a man come up behind you.

****

“Those were some moves back there cutie, you come here often?” You turn your head at the voice, seeing a man you don’t recognise and immediately you turn back and ignore him. God, you just want to be left alone.

Apparently, he doesn’t get the memo, as he comes to stand next to you “Come on, at least let me buy you a drink?”

Ugh this guy won’t quit. You turn to glance at him quickly, and curtly reply “No thanks, not interested.”

“It’s just a drink, you don’t have to be a bitch about it, c’mon.” His voice sends shivers down your spine as his tone turns slightly aggressive.

“No thank you, I’m fine.” You turn around to walk away, wanting to hide in the bathroom till he leaves the bar. As you walk in that direction, you look to the dancefloor and see everyone’s still there and make a note to go grab one of the girls to get a drink with you after. Just as you barely reach the door, a hand forcefully grabs your wrist.

“Hey, I wasn’t done talking to you, bitch” Your forced to look at the same guy from the bar. You try to take back your wrist, but his grip only tightens, making it harder for you to snatch it back.

“Let me go, asshole!” you try to take your wrist back again, but the attempt was in vain as he pulls you in closer. You can see the anger in his eyes, and it terrifies you. There’s no one near by that can help you, and everyone was all the way at the dancefloor. You begin to panic, eyes widening in fear as he moves to grab your other wrist. You struggle as he grabs a hold of you, his grip tight on your wrists and forces you closer to him.

Seeing no other option, you swing your leg upwards, as hard as you can, and kick him in the balls. He doubles over in pain, and you use this opportunity to take back your wrists and run towards the others. You can hear him grunt and mutter “You fucking bitch.” so you quicken your pace, diving into the crowd.

After shoving people out the way and constantly looking back to see if he followed you, you finally reach the group.

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Your body is still in panic mode as you grab Sasha’s hand and pull her away, towards the backdoor of the club

“Y/n hey, what’s going on, are you ok?” You hear her ask as you walk quickly to the door. Pushing it open, you turn to Sasha, and immediately wrap your arms around her, shaking slightly.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong? Talk to me, what happened are you ok?” She instantly holds you tight, hands brushing your hair in a soothing manner. Feeling overwhelmed you slowly start to sob, everything crashing down on you at once.

“There… there was a guy at the bar and he… he kept asking if I wanted a drink and… and I said no but he, he wouldn’t listen. So I walked away to the bathroom, to hide till he left but… but he followed me and grabbed me and… and Sasha he looked so angry and I couldn’t.. I couldn’t think, I was so scared. I thought he was gonna hurt me so I.. I kicked him and ran to find you guys.” You continued to sob against her shoulder, still feeling overwhelmed.

You feel Sasha’s grip on you tighten, her soothing voice right by your ear “Hey, you’re ok now, I’ve got you. Don’t worry he can’t hurt you now, ok?” You nod against her, not daring to let go.

You stay in this position for a bit, Sasha still holing you and stroking your hair, constantly reminding you that you’re ok.

You take a deep breath in and out, moving back slightly to loo at Sasha. “Would you.. would you mind grabbing Jean for me? And tell him what happened? I wanna go home and I don’t wanna be alone right now. I would do it but I… I don’t wanna go back in.” You look at her with desperation and she quickly nods her head.

“Yeah of course, stay here, ok? I’ll be two minutes just stay here.” You nod back, offering her a tight smile. You knew Sasha wouldn’t be offended by you wanting Jean. Right now, you want to feel safe, and all you can think about is being wrapped up in his arms, which is the safest place you can think of.

She gives you one last hug, and goes back inside, the club music becoming louder as she opens the door. Sighing to yourself, you sit on the step in front of the door, collecting yourself. You bring your knees up to your chest and rest your forehead against them, looking down and close your eyes.

After a few minutes, you hear the door open and stand up and turn to see Jean, looking at you in concern.

“Hey, Sasha just filled me in, are you ok?” As he asks, he immediately wraps his arms around you, and you bring your arms tightly around his waist, head between his neck and his shoulder.

You shake your head and mumble “I just wanna go home.” You sniffle in the crook of his neck, and you feel his head move as he nods.

“Yeah of course doll, lets go get a cab.” Letting you go slightly, he comes to your side, arm still wrapped tightly over your shoulders, your arms both still holding onto his waist.

Jean continues to hold you tight in the taxi, his hand coming through your hair, just as Sasha had done, and kept whispering in your hair that you were ok.

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You stumble into your apartment, taking your keys out and dropping them in the bowl on the side table. Jean closes the door behind you and turns you around by touching your shoulder.

“Why don’t you go take off your make up and get in comfy clothes? I’ll stay here and make you some tea.” He gives you a tight smile as you reach up and squeeze his hand resting on your shoulder. You make your way to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and stand in front of the mirror. You can see the tear stains on your face, mascara slightly running down your cheeks, but you couldn’t care less. You grab your make up remover and your face cloth and slowly take it off.

Feeling a weight being lifted, you make your way to your room, hearing Jean rummage about in the kitchen as you pass.

Shutting your bedroom door, you lean against it and sigh heavily. I just want to forget everything and curl in a ball. Rubbing your face and sniffling, you move off the door and head to your wardrobe. Picking out one of Jean’s sweatshirts and some pyjama pants, you quickly get dressed, putting your hair up after.

Climbing into your bed and hiding underneath the covers, you sigh and try to get comfortable. Just as you were about to give up, you hear a knock at your door. “You can come in.” Moving your head from underneath the covers, you see Jean open the door holding a cup of tea in your favourite mug.

“Hey, I’m gonna put this on your bedside table, ok?” Nodding your head, you shuffle over, making room for Jean to climb in. He places the mug on the coaster and then quickly discards his shirt and top, replacing his jeans for sweatpants he finds on your floor and lifts the covers to climb in. You shiver at the contact with the cold air. He lies on his back and opens his arms, encouraging you in. Instantly, you place you head on his chest, directly above his heart, and wrap your left arm around his waist. His own arm comes to hold you tight, the other coming to rest on the arm around him, fingers stroking you gently. For a moment you just lie there, the feeling of his arms around you grounding you.

“Sorry I dragged you out the club early, I know you were having a good time.” Just as you say this, Jean moves his head to look at you, lifting your chin so you have to look into his eyes.

“Don’t apologise, its ok. I would leave anywhere if you really wanted to so don’t go feeling guilty, ok? Anything for you.” Feeling tears well up again, you nod slightly. He really is the perfect man.

You continue to hold each other’s gaze. The silence between you was deafening as you look at him. Feeling overwhelmed with love, gratitude, and left-over anxiety, and possibly the alcohol still affecting you, you look at his lips and don’t even think twice before reaching up so that your lips met his in a soft, featherlight kiss.

As you draw back, you see Jeans eye’s blow wide. He gapes at you slightly, and whispers “Y/n… are you sure?”

You jot your head gently and look towards his lips again. This time, you have no hesitation as you slot your mouths together, the kiss ever so marginally deeper. Jean instantly responds, kissing you back, hand coming to rest at your nape. You move in unison, moaning softly as Jean breaks the kiss, only to dive in again, angling his head.

He flips you over, so you’re situated underneath him, one of his legs falling between yours, one arm resting next to you, the other cupping your cheek. You bring your hand to run your fingers through his hair, your other hand resting on his bare waist.

He continues to kiss you, his tongue meeting your lip in silent invitation. You open your mouth a smidgen, and his tongue slides in, stroking yours, causing you to moan louder than last time, your grip tightening in his hair, causing him to groan deeply. The hand that rested by your side came to your waist, slipping underneath the sweatshirt, stroking your skin. His touch was driving you crazy and you break contact with his lips, continuing the kisses across his cheek, down his neck, sucking and nibbling slightly at his sweet spot just below his jaw.

He groans at the contact, claiming your lips once more in a chaste kiss and he makes his way down, from the corner of your mouth, to your cheek, then your chin and finally to your neck. He sucks and bites at your neck, leaving a trail of marks further down, towards the top of your breasts. He doesn’t continue down, instead makes his way up again, lips meeting yours in another mind-boggling kiss.

He moves back, kissing you chastely once, twice, and then another final time, before lifting his head up, looking at you with eyes full of one thing you know all too well. Love.

“I don’t wanna go further just yet, you’re still pretty shaken, plus a little bit tipsy. I want our first time to be free of fear and clouded minds. I wanna take my time with you, learn every sweet spot, map every freckle, kiss every mark till you can’t take it anymore and worship every inch of you, Y/n.” As he listed off his desires, he kissed a different part of your face between each point.

Your blush deeps with every kiss and at every word but still you huff in frustration, his words only working you up more, but understanding his logic, you nod and kiss him again. “If it wasn’t clear by everything that’s just happened, I just want to say… I love you, Jean. Deeply, and truly.” You move your fingers out of his hair, to rest them on his nape.

You see him smile wider, showing off his teeth, then claiming your mouth one final time and whispering back “And I, Y/n L/n, am completely in love with you. Deeply and truly.”

Your smile widens and you kiss him again before he comes back down to lie down, his back against your mattress again. Snuggling into his chest, you sigh in contentment and feel him leave a kiss to the top of your head.

The last words you hear from him before you fall asleep, “I love you, Y/n. Always have, always will.” bring a small smile to your face, as you drift off, knowing that this was in fact reality.

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Light from the sunrise pools through your window, a stream of light across your bed, highlighting the silhouettes underneath your covers.

Lying on your side, you can feel Jeans chest against your back, his deep breaths signalling that he’s still asleep. Did last night really happen? To think that after years of pining, Jean loved you back. Honestly, you feel like you’re still dreaming. The only thing that disrupts that dream was the event of last night. Honestly, you were still pretty shaken, and you know it will take time to heal, but you know that Jean will be there every step of the way.

Deep in your thoughts, you fail to notice as Jeans arm gets tighter around your waist, drawing you in closer. You snap back to reality when you feel featherlight kisses against your nape, each one moving closer and closer to your jaw. You hum slightly, letting the feeling sink in.

With his lips close to your ear, Jean whispers, “Mornin’ baby, how you feelin’?” and slowly turns you around so you’re facing him, arms curled up against his chest.

Nodding your head, you reply “I’ll be ok, I think. My head hurts but only a little and I think sleeping calmed me down a whole lot.” To reassure him, you lift your head up, pressing a small kiss on the corner of his lips, pulling back with a smile. “Can’t believe it took us so long to finally confess. We’re so stupid.”

Jean smiles back and releases a small chuckle, then lifts his left hand to cup your jaw, stroking his thumb against your cheek. “We’ve got all the time in the world now doll. This is just the beginning.”

As he whispers this, you smile gets wider and your cheeks grow red. All he has to do is say the simplest thing and it’s enough to drive you insane. It may have taken you a while to get to this point, but you know Jean’s right, you have the rest of your life to love him freely.

Lifting your chin up, you press a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back, looking into his eyes. All you see in them is complete love and adoration and you can feel it sink in and melt you from the inside. You reach up again, this time kissing him a bit deeper and longer, his lips immediately responding to yours as his hand still cups your cheek. Jean angles his head to the side, allowing the kiss to deepen. When you feel his tongue against your lips, your response is instant, opening you mouth to let him in, causing you to moan at the sensation of his tongue meeting yours.

Rolling you over, so you lie on your back with Jean above, he nestles between your legs. His hand is still holding your face, the other resting on the bed next to you to provide him stability. You let your hands wander, one resting against his chest, the other settling against his bare waist. He breaks contact with your lips and before you can whine at the loss, his lips travel south, to your jaw and your neck. He kisses the marks left from last night, and you moan at the feeling, still sensitive there. Your reaction seems to be the one Jean was looking for, as you feel him attack your neck once more, biting and sucking all underneath your jaw and your sweet spot. Another moan leaves your lips, breathless and you bring your hand from his chest to rake through his hair, tugging and causing him to moan as well.

Satisfied that your neck was well and truly covered, he reaches up to press another kiss to your lips, then moving south again, but this time to your chest. He leaves wet kisses from your jaws to just above your breasts, then looks up at you in a silent question. Nodding your head, he sits back on his knees, lifting the edges of your sweatshirt up and brings you off the bed, just enough to fully take off the final barrier to your bare skin, chucking the article of clothing to the floor. He sits back for a minute, looking over you, taking in the sight he’s dreamt of for a while now.

Once he’s had his fill of looking at you, he’s pushing you back down and dives in, lips encapsulating your left nipple, sucking gently, one hand on your waist now with his right hand squeezing your right boob. It sends you crazy, another moan leaving your lips, louder than the last. Your breathing gets deeper, as Jean continues to attack your nipple, and then moves over to your right breast, repeating his motions of sucking and kissing.

“…Jean…Oh” You breathlessly moan, the sensation going right to your core. Arching your back, you roll your hips against his, the feeling of his hardening member against your hip causes you to moan again. With a few final kisses to your hardened peaks, his lips move to the space between your breasts, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as he travels to your stomach. He kisses every mark, every freckle and mole, keeping to his promise from last night. Jean licks at your skin, bringing another moan from you, your hand coming to rest on his head again, fingers threading through his hair.  He kisses your exposed hips, finger hooking underneath your pants, and looks to you again, asking once more with his eyes Is this ok?

“Jean… please. Keep.. keep going, I’m fine.” You almost feel embarrassed, practically begging for Jean to continue but all thoughts leave your head as you see Jean pull down your pants, taking them off fully, leaving you in your underwear. In your head, you thank past you for grooming yourself last night, and for wearing a cute thong. You look into Jeans eyes as he sits back and takes in your position, blush heavy on your cheeks, breaths deep and panting, bare skin against the cold air. His eyes are full of lust and hunger as he kisses you deeply on the lips, and then shuffles down the bed, head between your thighs.

Opening your legs for him to give him more access, he places kisses above your underwear, trailing his lips to your inner thigh. He stays there for a moment, sucking at the skin to leave marks. God, this sensation is completely different to your past experiences, the pleasure you’re experiencing only making you wetter, the heat you feel in your centre growing hotter.

Jean detaches from your thigh, his swollen lips now kissing your cunt above your thong, before moving it out the way with his fingers, and takes a long, wet swipe with his tongue between your folds. The moan you let out was much louder than the others, and you strain his name out as he continues to lap at your centre, tongue hitting just the right spots.

Just as quick as he was to dive in, he pulls back and you whine at the loss, and lift your head up to see what he was doing. Jean sits up slightly, removing your thong and tossing it to the floor, and goes straight for your clit. You fall back on the bed, arching your back, head thrown back as he sucks and licks everywhere. Jean knows exactly what he’s doing, as he laps at your cunt and clit, and without warning, plunges that tongue into your hole. Your hand comes to grip his hair again as you continue to moan, the other gripping the sheets.

He continues to plunge his tongue in and out, devouring your pussy, drinking your juices up. Focusing on your clit again, he brings his hand up the bed, a finger gracing your entrance before plunging a single digit into you. Your grip on his hair tightens, drawing a moan out of his mouth, the vibrations going straight to your bud. He continues to finger you, stretching you to allow for the second finger. His fingers inside you are driving you insane, moans leaving your mouth uncontrollably, his name coming out in gasps. He drives them in and out, scissoring them inside you, the coil inside you burning hotter and hotter.

“Jean… oh my god.. ah, ah… more, add more... please” You manage to get out, though it came out breathless. He complies, adding a third finger, stretching you beyond belief with his large fingers. He isn’t gentle as he pounds his digits into you, mouth still sucking and licking at your bud. “Jean.. ‘m close… please… don’t stop…ah!” You could feel the pressure increasing within you, coil just threatening to snap. He moans onto your centre, fingers still pounding you with the fast pace he’s set.

Lifting off you by a thread, he groans “Cum for me Y/n… you’re doing so well, cum for me.” With his words of praise hitting you, its enough to push you over the edge, and feel the white-hot heat snap and your mind blanks as you come on his fingers, moaning loudly. Your walls clench around his fingers, the high rolling through you like waves.

He doesn’t let up as you tip over the edge, his fingers leaving your body, only for his tongue to plunge into you again, drinking up your juices from your orgasm. He laps up every drop, the taste of you so sweet on his tongue. “You did so well for me baby, you’re so good. Can you give me another doll?” He looks up towards your face, lips glistening with your come as he licks it off, cheeks flushed a deep red.

Nodding your head with all the strength you can muster, you bring a hand to his neck, drawing him up towards you “Please… I want you so bad… please.” You bring his face close to yours again as he brings his body back to rest between your legs, hip just a fraction above yours.  Drawing him in for a kiss, you can taste yourself on his lips and in his mouth, plunging your tongue in.

He moans as he moves back, hand cupping your face as he whispers, “Tell me what you want baby, tell me what you need.”

“I want you… I want you inside…I need you, Jean please.” You’re practically begging, and Jean nods his head, kissing you 1, 2, 3 times before moving back.

“Of course, y/n, anything for you baby, its all about you right now, ok?” You nod your head, and he kisses you again. You move a hand to his waist, fingers desperately clawing at his sweatpants in an attempt to take them off. He catches your hand, causing you to look at him in confusion. “Wait, doll, do you have condoms?”

Shaking your head, you reply, “No, but its ok, I’m on the pill. Plus, I wanna feel you, all of you.” The hunger in his eyes grows darker and deeper, lips crashing with yours. He removes his hand from your wrist as you both pull down his sweatpants, and he moves to fully take them off, discarding the with the rest of your clothes. As he moves back, you lift off the bed slightly, gaze coming to meet the tent of his erection in his boxers. Your eyes bulge a bit in realisation.  Even from just looking at his cock through his underwear, you can see the outline of his huge member, easily reaching 8 inches, possibly more.

Eyes full of lust and deep yearning, you hastily lift up from the bed, hand coming to cup Jean’s cock through his underwear, rubbing it in fluid motions, bring a groan out of Jean. Reaching for the top of his boxers, you hastily pull the clothing down, his cock springing free at last. With Jean still on his knees, you use this opportunity to arch you back as you bend down, lips coming to his tip, pressing small kisses across it, taking his salty pre-cum as you lap at the tip. You hear Jean moan loudly as his hand comes to the top of your head, fingers threading through your hair in an attempt to ground him. You take the tip into your mouth, sucking it with no warning, Jeans grip on your hair getting tighter.

You bring you head up, lips popping as the head of his dick comes out, only for you to bring your hand up and jerk him slowly, spreading the wetness further down his length. With a deep breath, you take his cock in your mouth again, deeper this time, swirling your tongue to aid in making it slick. Bobbing your head, you suck and hollow out your cheeks, Jeans moans coming out breathless, his fingers in your hair holding on for dear life. You moan at the sensation, sending vibrations straight to Jean’s cock.

“God y/n, you suck cock so well… ‘s so good” His praise goes straight to your core, and you take him deeper, tip grazing the back of your throat. You’re amazed that despite his cock filling you, not all of him was surrounded by your hot, wet mouth. You hum as you suck again, tears prickling your eyes, but you hold down your gag reflex, determined to make him feel good. Looking up at him, you see his face scrunched up in pleasure, moans leaving his throat, and you feel his hips rock into your mouth. He looks down at you, eyes dark as he makes contact with yours.

Seemingly setting something off in him, he pushes your face back, a trail of saliva tracing from his tip to your lips, and he pushes you back onto the bed, coming to lay between your thighs again. His body lays a fraction above yours as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs round his waist, you draw him closer. The motion causes his cock to graze your heat, drawing out a deep moan from the both of you. You pull back, gasping for air as Jean sits back on his knees, hands resting on your hips. He aligns his cock with your hole, hand coming to his mouth as he licks a long wet stripe up his palm, then reaching down to stroke himself and your folds.

Jean looks at you again “Are you sure, y/n?” With a hasty nod, you bring your hands to rest on his abs, one joining the hand he has on his cock, drawing his length closer to your heat.

“Jean please, I want you inside me so bad right now.” You gasp the words out, full of want, unable to hold back the plead in your voice. Squeezing your hip, he guides his cock to your entrance, tip inching in slowly. This feeling alone would be enough to push you over the edge. You moan at the contact, Jean inching in deeper, slowly letting you accommodate to his size.

“God, you’re so tight doll. Drivin’ me crazy” Jean groans out as he bottoms out, fully situated in your cunt. You’ve never felt so full in your life, his cock stretching you and filling you up so well, its left you speechless. All you can do is moan back, hands coming up your body, groping your own breasts, pinching your nipples to enhance your pleasure. Jean pulls out a bit as he rolls his hips and snaps back in, causing your eyes to widen, a moan caught in the back of your throat, breathing heavily. Taking that as a sign, he rolls his hips again, moving in and out of your centre, filling you up. Jean takes one of your hands in his, fingers threading through yours as he presses a kiss to the back of it, fucking into you deeper and deeper in a steady, fast paced rhythm. Moving your hips with his, you both moan together at the friction. He draws back further and further, the feeling of his cock slamming against your g-spot causing you to arch your back off the bed, eyes rolling back into your skull at the incredible sensation.

“Ahh Jean.. oh my god… de- deeper, please.” Your words come out in pleads, and Jean halts his movements as he shifts further down the bed, slotting himself between your legs and his hands resting by your head. In this new position, Jean is closer to you, chest to chest, so you take the opportunity to draw his lips to yours, tongues immediately clashing as you drink each other in.

Jean picks up the pace again, the new angle allowing his cock to ram into you harder, faster and you both groan at the feeling. Releasing your lips, he pulls back to look into your eyes.

“God, baby… I love you so much. So.. ahh so good for me.” You lift you head to push a desperate kiss to his lips, your moans swallowed by his tongue.

“Jean… I love you … Oh my God ‘m close… right there! Oh!” His hips snap against you hard, pounding his length against you in just the right place.

“Cum for me, Y/n… right now, cum for me baby” With a few more sharp thrusts into you, you feel the heat in your core snap as you came, breathy moans leaving your mouth as your walls clamp around him for the second time. He continues to pump into your heat, chasing his own release which isn’t far behind.

“Agh … ugghh” His movements falter as he spills his seed into you, and you can feel the heat of his cum filling you up. With panting breaths, he kisses your forehead before slowly pulling your cunt, lying on his back next to you.

You both lie there for a moment, taking in the fact that you’re probably just had the best sex of your life, and with the guy you’ve been in love with for what feels like a lifetime. You’re still lying there, absorbing the fact that that had just happened, when Jean peels himself of the bed to get a discarded towel of your floor, coming back up to the bed and cleaning you up.

“Jeez you look so good right now, doll. All fucked out with my cum leaking from you” you don’t even have to look at him to know he has a cocky smile on his face, and for that you reach behind you and throw a pillow at his face.

“Shut up and come back here, I wanna cuddle” With a chuckle, he shifts the covers, so they come over both of you once again, lying on his back and your head against his chest. His heart was still beating incredibly fast, and you imagine yours is the same. His hand comes to rest against your bare back, drawing small circles against it as you both lie there, taking in each other’s presence. The sunlight was now streaming directly across his chest, causing you to look out the window at the early sunrise.

Humming to yourself in contentment, you mutter against his chest “I want every sunrise to be like this, here with you.” You bring your head up and place your arm underneath you, so you’re hovering above Jeans face, a small smile gracing his lips.

Bringing his hand up to your cheek, he whispers back “Well in that case, I promise to always have every sunrise with you, come rain or clear skies. Every sunrise.”

Smiling widely, you press a small kiss to his lips and whisper against them “I love you Jean, always and forever”

He kisses you back, twice, before replying “And I love you, always and forever.”

fin

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AN - Ahh thank you so much for reading! this was my first ever fanfic and i really hope you enjoyed it! please leave a like and comment it is always appreciated!! love A xx  

[kashi-prompts]

Rating: M

Pairing: None! Maybe Kakashi x Gai? As friends or lovers, you choose. 

Genre: Angst. Just angst. Maybe some fluff. 

WARNING: This work contains themes such as drug abuse and suicide. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, I would recommend skipping this prompt <3 

A/N: For the lovely @kakashiswilloffire​ <3 I hope its not too similar to my other one or just cringy or boring or something??

Prompt below the cut!

Most days, the insufferable, poignant metal smell of blood would wash away after the hot water hit his body. The gory memento of his last mission under his fingernails would be stripped away by scrubbing his scalp. The water would filter from clear to crimson as it sucked itself down the drain at his feet. 

Oftentimes, the metallic aroma of bloodshed would still visit him, taunting his thoughts as though he hadn't washed it away. It wasn't his blood that he was smelling. It was someone else's. Someone who was no longer living or breathing on this earth- someone who was now buried deep under a mound of soil thanks to him. Still, he would ignore the odor, hoping it was just the heightened sense of smell that was both a blessing and a curse to his five senses.

His feet brought him through the village as the sun began to set. Deep within him, he felt an empty, familiar feeling. Like a hole that he was never sure could be filled with anything except self-loathing and hatred for himself. He was angry - angry with his father for dying, angry with Minato for dying, angry with himself - for Rin, for Obito. He felt empty—the numbing feeling of bereavement and angst overpowering him. 

"Want one?" he heard, looking up. One muted grey eye sought out the voice, settling on a waistcloth marked "fire" at his eye level. Looking up, the Hokage's son offered him a cigarette while the silver-haired shinobi sat on the stone bench, deep in thought. 

"You look like you had a rough day," Asuma noted dismally, the long tobacco stick perched between his two yellowing fingers. 

"I'm fine," Kakashi responded pointedly, waving a dismissive hand and looking away. 

"Rough mission?" the Sarutobi asked, replacing the offered token to his pocket. He lit the cigarette that hung from his lips. 

Kakashi shrugged, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees. He felt so much older than the man standing next to him. Asuma was experienced, but the type of experiences differed from black to white. To guard and protect was a prestigious claim on the title of shinobi - but the conquest to slaughter agitators of your village as your primary delegation was altogether something different. 

A wif of blood suddenly stroked the 19-year-olds masked nose. His eye widened, covertly searching for the source. His arm tingled, reminiscent of how it would feel after pumping it with chakra to forge a Chidori. Asuma stood beside him, deaf to the flash of trauma that flowed like a movie roll effortlessly through Kakashi's mind. 

Swallowing, he stood from the stone bench abruptly, a bead of sweat trickling down from his hairline to his spine. 

"You alright?" Asuma questioned, regarding his friend with curiosity and concern.

"Yeah, I have things to do," Kakashi told him, wiping his clammy hands on the fabric of his pants quickly. Panic rose in him, yet he couldn't pin why. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that suddenly pumped through his veins. The feeling of being in combat sending signals to his brain, yet the air around him stood peaceful and still. 

"You sure you don't want one?" Asuma prodded, offering the cigarette in his hand. Kakashi looked away, bothered by the question yet again. Yet, the smell of blood still lingered, and the source seemed unknown. Did he imagine it? 

Taking a step to walk past his friend, he caught a wif of the cloud of nicotine enveloping the dark-haired man beside him. Kakashi peaked up, observing the cigarette between Asuma's lips captivatingly. The smell vanished, whether in his own mind or not. Exhaling, his eyes met Asuma's. 

"Yeah, I'll take one." 

***** 

The pain crept up his leg again, unrelenting and all-consuming. The aftershocks of the injury seemed to shake him more than it had the moment his leg had shattered two months earlier on a mission. This time, the discomfort woke him from his sleep. 

"Shit," Kakashi sneered, clutching the top of his shin. The cast had been removed a week ago, yet the gnawing pain seemed to reappear every 6 hours. 

"It'll go away eventually," the med-nin had told him. Having been irritated by how long he was out of work, he didn't care about the discomfort at that time. He only wanted to return to missions. To have some self-worth pump into him at the satisfaction of completing a task successfully. But somehow, the pain seemed to be getting worse. 

Reaching towards his nightstand through the dark, he blindly grasped for the bottle of pills he kept near him. His finger touched it, knocking it to the ground and rolling underneath his bed. Curses filled the quiet bedroom as he yanked his sheets off and knelt on the hardwood floor. Dust and food wrappers cluttered the underside of his mattress. 

"What the fu-" he gritted his teeth, wildly searching for the bottle beneath the mattress frame. Finally, he grasped it and pulled it back to him. Looking down at the label, he read it carefully to himself again in the light of the streetlamp outside his window. 

"Take two pills three times a day as needed." 

Kakashi considered the instructions, reminding himself of the ache in his leg that didn't seem to go away as time went on. 

Perhaps doubling it would help. 

*****

The second refill was easy to obtain. But now, only four pills remained of it after only one week.  

"I need a refill," the silver-haired jounin leader requested. His expression remained blank as he set the bottle down in front of the med-nin. 

Carefully, the woman picked up the bottle, examining the man's name on the label. 

Hatake Kakashi

DOB: September 15

Acetaminophen + Oxycodone 500mg

"You refilled this prescription last week, Hatake-san," the woman explained carefully. 

"I know," Kakashi replied sharply, "that's why I'm here. I need a refill." 

"That's not how this works," she stressed to him gently, "You can only refill a prescription after a certain period of time has passed. You shouldn't have to refill this prescription for another two weeks." 

"Are you going to help me or not?" 

"I'm sorry I c-"

Long gloved fingers snatched the bottle from the woman's hand, glowering at the nurse. The four remaining pills shook against the bottle as he shoved it back in his pocket.  

"Fine," he said cooly, his demeanor changing suddenly. "Have a great day." 

It was at that moment that Kakashi knew he was still in control. Even if this mediocre woman behind the counter wouldn't provide him the bare minimum he needs to function without pain, then he would just have to obtain it himself. 

****

And he did. Scouting out the perimeter of the hospital was easy for such an elite shinobi. He sat in the trees, watching certain staff members come and go as the day grew to evening. He knew he had to report soon, but this was more important. The persistent ache in his leg only worsened as the 6-hour window crept closer. 

As dusk came upon him, he knew he had to make a move soon. The longer he sat and watched, the more time he wasted. As the sun hit the treeline, the ache in his leg crept up into his hip, a deep spasm that throbbed every nerve ending in his thigh. He could sense his irritability rooting deeper into his body, a tree of impatience and rage that had only freshly sprouted to life. 

It didn't take him very long to sweep his body through an open window, covertly walking through the halls as though he belonged there in his usual jounin attire. He was merely visiting someone, was the intention he hoped to emanate towards the occupied staff. Not even when he slid his shoulders through the medication room door did anyone notice. 

Too easy, he thought as he left through the hospital's front door that evening. The street lamps were on now, illuminating the sidewalk as his sandaled feet took him back home with a heavy relief over his body. He hadn't wasted any time popping the higher than recommended dose into his mouth, taking a sip of water from the hospital's drinking fountain, and swallowing them with a flick of his tongue. 

Although, as his bottle of newly filled pills rattled in his pocket and the effects of the pain reliever set in, he was beginning to feel groggy. He looked around, the world seeming like a strange, almost foreign place to him. Kakashi shook his head, irritated by the unwanted secondary effect of the drug. 

"Kakashi!" wind of a sigh left his lungs at the boisterous voice of Might Gai waving from the Dango building nearby. Kakashi looked up, his eyebrows already knitted close together in annoyance. 

"I haven't seen you all day!" his friend smiled, trailing the jounin leader as he continued past the shop. One grey eye had caught sight of Asuma and Kurenai sitting in the Dango shop behind Gai's excited gaze. That was more than enough of a deterrent for the silver-haired ANBU leader. 

"Where are you going?" Gai asked, tapping his shoulder. Kakashi swept his body back, slapping Gai's dark hand off his shoulder. His nose scrunched as he clenched his jaw. The sound of rattling tablets in a plastic container filled the air between them as it fell onto the concrete below. 

Gai's eyes settled on the bottle; his hand lifted right where he had left it to touch his friends shoulder. 

"What is that?" Gai asked quizzically, "Isn't your leg healed?" 

"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" Kakashi demanded, picking the bottle up and shoving it back in his pocket. 

"Kakashi," Asuma's voice rang between them, his thick body appearing behind Gai's shoulder, "how have you been?" 

"Fine," Kakashi answered sharply, thankful for the distraction away from the incident that just occurred. Yet, Gai's eyes remained on his friend's. 

"Why don't you join us for some treats?" Kurenai smiled at Asuma's arm. 

"I'm fine, thank you," Kakashi replied forcefully. "I have to go." 

Turning quickly, Kakashi continued away from his friends, cursing himself for not putting the pills in his back pouch rather than his flimsy pocket. The irritation caused his head to hurt, his jaw clenching and flexing near his ears. 

Reaching in, he took another pill dry. 

*****

3 Weeks Later 

Dragging himself back into his apartment, Kakashi's whole body ached. His mind spun in the delirium of the mission he had just finished. The grime and sweat that coated his body caused his skin to sting miserably as he stripped from his uniform. He kicked his pants off, the mingling scent of blood and dirt enveloping his studio flat.

The mission had not been successful. 

Nor had anything else in Kakashi's life over the last two months. 

The bottle of pain meds had dwindled quicker than the shinobi had anticipated. He had mapped out and predicted that he wouldn't need to loot the medical offices again for another few weeks. Yet, when he had upped the dosage again, the pain in his body overwhelming, he hadn't thought of his next move to obtain more pain killers. He had only wanted the ache, and now the intense sense of withdrawal, to stop. 

That had been last week. Now, his bottom drawer was filled with pain medications that should easily last him another month. And yet, as Kakashi slithered his body over to his nightstand, he couldn't help but 5, one extra than usual. 

The relief washed over him as the shower water flooded his body, washing away the painful reminder of a lost comrade from his 5-day extended mission as Captain. He had been responsible for those people, yet the way his mind had been functioning lately, it felt as though he was in a constant fog. Never as sharp as he had been before. But if he didn't take the medication, his body felt like it would die all on its own. Intense nausea, fatigue, and body aches were enough to keep him upping the dosages to keep the symptoms at bay. 

Placing his silver hair against the linoleum tile of his shower, he felt the hot water hitting his back, sliding down his spine in such a delicate matter that it felt trancing. In his mind, flashes of the mission consumed him. 

"Senpai, I think it would be best if I-" Yūgao leaned forward, her mask shielding her brown eyes that stared worriedly at the Captain. 

"I know what's best," Kakashi had warned harshly at the girl, looking over at her through his porcelain mask. 

It hadn't been long before his arrogance and untimely planning had caused Yūgao to perish. The blade that snuck through her chest at his hand was enough to rile his thoughts into more vivid flashbacks of Rin for days.

He hadn't meant to hurt her. She should have known to move away from his target. Yet his arrogance to finish things himself caught up with him, intervening with her battle. He thought she was in danger, but as they carried her body back to the village, his teammate had alluded that she could have handled it herself. He could have just let it be. The fog of his brain distorted reality once more. 

Surely, he would lose his rank as Captain in the morning. 

As the steam of the shower surrounded him now, he tried to think of another plan that could have changed the outcome, but his mind remained in a fog. He couldn't think straight, and the usual relief his body felt from the pain meds quick-acting behavior didn't seem to curb the ruthless thoughts in the swamp of his mind. 

A fist slammed against the tiles, sending water splashing back in his face. Kakashi gritted his teeth, tears mingling with the drips of water hitting his body from the showerhead. He thought of Rin, the way his hand had so easily penetrated her chest, like butter. To take someone's life meant nothing to him when they didn't mean anything to him. Yet, the thought of losing a comrade under his watch at his hand caused resentment and anger to rise in his throat. 

As he toweled himself off, his jaw clenched tight as he looked at himself in the mirror. Slipping a shirt and pants on, he noticed Yūgao's blood that hadn't washed off from a spot on his hair where he had missed. An illusion of more blood on his hands startled him. He swore loudly, his arm aggressively launching his toiletries off the counter and onto the floor as hate flooded him. The sound of glass breaking and items rolling off the tiled floor into the hardwood of his living space were deaf to him as he continued to sob angrily. 

"I can't," he managed to himself, "I can't anymore." 

He thought of his father. The way he had passed away. Kakashi had been there to find him. Who would be there to find Kakashi? Who would want to know where such a loathsome bastard was. Someone who had no emotions and killed his friends. Someone who relied so heavily on pain medications that he could no longer function. How could he stop now? How would he explain where he got the medicine from? He couldn't. 

Four more, he thought. Four more pills would do the trick. Nine pills all together. If it didn't kill him, at least it would let him sleep. Sleep enough where he is so heavily sedated that the memories of his life didn't roll through his mind like some terror film on replay. 

Dad.

Obito. 

Rin. 

Minato. 

Yūgao. 

Dad.

Obito.

Rin.

Minato.

Yūgao.

Dad...

Obito...

Rin...

The pain was unbearable. 

****

The shine of a bowl cut entered Kakashi's apartment building late that night. His footsteps echoed in the hallway as he jogged up the stairway to his friend's apartment. Something deep within Leaf's Blue Beast was disturbed that evening. 

The news of Yūgao's death had swept through the village like the bristles parachutes of a dandelion in the early spring. Everyone who had an interest already knew, and they also knew why. 

"Ah, Kakashi," one shinobi had said upon hearing the news, "that's why they call him 'friend-killer-Kakashi.'" 

Gai knew Kakashi wouldn't have hurt the girl on purpose, let alone a comrade. Yet, the way his friend had been acting recently, he wasn't sure what was going on. The increased irritability, hostility, avoidance, and deceptiveness in Kakashi's personality bothered the jounin to his core. 

He wasn't sure where his feet would take him, but he knew he had to talk to his silver-haired friend. Even if he didn't want to, which he was sure he wouldn't, he needed to know if his long-time pal was recuperating okay. 

Apartment 343. He hadn't been here in a while. At least for a few months now, if not longer. The dark-haired shinobi woefully thought of his friend's deteriorating demeanor. 

Cold-blooded Kakashi, Gai recollected lamentably. He knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. Time passed as he shoved his hands in his green uniform, rolling forward on the balls of his heels. He paused and knocked again. Nothing. 

"Kakashi?" Gai banged on the door, determined to get his friend's attention. He had had enough of the copy-ninja's behavior. Another bang and no one answered. 

Finally, Gai knelt, reaching for the doormat that protected Kakashi's apartment key. If it wasn't there, he was home. As Gai lifted the mat, only dust and dirt resided beneath. 

****

The incessant banging at his door sounded like a far-off drum beating- a sound that tuned in and out in the wavering radio channels of his mind. He couldn't move his body, and he had no desire to. Reality was distant, and his limbs were numb. There were no troubling thoughts that slithered through his mind like a garden snake in the grass. It was only peace. 

****

"Kakashi?" Gai called out, the door smashed open off its hinge behind him. His black eyes settled on his friend, laying placid on his bed. The copy-ninja's hair was still wet from his shower, plastered to his forehead with specks of dirt and blood that he had neglected to wash away. 

"Kakashi!" Gai rushed over, kneeling beside his bed and slapping the pale face of his friend. "Kakashi! Wake up!" 

His lips were blue, and his skin clammy. 

"Kakashi, what happened, my friend? Are you okay? Why didn't-" 

The bottle of pills beside Kakashi's bed laid strewed on the floor, catching his eye. Reaching down, Gai picked up the bottle and read the label. The dots connected, and his eyes widened, two fingers immediately landing on the pulse of his friend's neck. 

Nothing. 

****

In the waiting room, Gai, Kurenai, and Asuma huddled together. 

"They said he overdosed," Gai told the two, his demeanor was unlike any of them had seen previously. Clearly, he was shaken, if not entirely traumatized. 

"Overdosed?" Asuma questioned, "on what?"

"Painkillers," Gai responded, sitting in a chair in defeat. "I saw them. I saw them in his pocket a few weeks ago. I said something, but he didn't-I should have-"

"It's not your fault," Kurenai consoled, sitting down next to Gai. "Please take a deep breath, Gai. You look like you're about to faint." 

"I - he's not going to make it. He didn't have a pulse, and he's not going to make it," Gai uttered, his teeth clenched as he held back tears, "He's my best friend." 

Asuma set a hand down on Gai's shoulder, nodding his head, "I know. We all care about him..."

****

A turf of white hair could be seen in the hospital room convulsing under the electrical cardioversion machine being shoved onto his chest to restart his heartbeat. The electric shock waves burst into his system like a thousand Chidori. 

"Another," the doctor pointed to the nurse operating the equipment. Another push against his chest, and his whole torso moving with the bed beneath him. This continued for a while, the recharging of the electrical unit before the unnerving sound of a body jolting under the pressure of the electricity. 

Time ticked by at the clock in the room, the doctor glancing at it as if to wonder when to call his young shinobi's death. How could this be explained to the leaders? An overdose on pain medication that should have never been in his possession in the first place. 

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ... ba-dum ... 

"He's back," the nurse sighed. 

****

Blurred vision. One charcoal eye trembled open, the silver in his lashes catching the ray of sun cast into the hospital room. Wires surrounded him, pricked in the crevasse of his arm, stickied to his chest, and some unfamiliar machine on his index finger. Dazed by his surroundings, Kakashi carefully turned his head on the pillow, hearing the heart monitor behind him. 

Hiruzen Sarutobi sat beside him. 

"Hokage-sama!" Kakashi spluttered, taken aback by the presence of the Hokage in a hospital room he wasn't sure how he ended up in.

"Settle, Kakashi," Hiruzen commanded gently, his face composed and quiet. Kakashi looked straight ahead, his head spinning. 

"What-?" he began in a raspy voice. 

Hiruzen lifted his hand, the bottle of pills Gai must have provided to him in his palm. Kakashi looked over, his eyes settling on the drugs before putting his head back down on the pillow in defeat. The images came back to him. The desperation to get out of his situation, yet knowing that there was no way out. 

"I'm sorry," Kakashi managed quietly, looking away. "I understand if you-"

"That's enough," Hiruzen said calmly, "I do not need to reprimand you. You are aware that sneaking into the hospital facility to steal pain medications is wrong. Yes, I know - I just didn't expect it to be you."

Kakashi lifted his hand, placing it on his eyes as the stress of the Hokage's words weighed on him. 

"I know this is hard. Your body is reliant on these mediations now. It would be best if you stayed here for some time to detox your body and learn appropriate coping skills. I know - I know you don't want to. But I only wish to help. Which is why I feel it is necessary to pull you from the Black Ops team."

"Lord Third," Kakashi sat up, the wires around him tangling. "I-"

"I've already made up my mind. It is not suitable for you anymore. Actually, I don't think it ever really was. People with kind hearts do not belong in the ANBU," Hiruzen explained, placing the bottle on the nightstand beside him. "And I have a better assignment for you. One I think you may enjoy." 

Kakashi sighed heavily, laying back down. "I don't understand."

"You will," Hiruzen nodded, standing up, "In the meantime, I think there are some people who would like to see you. They care about you very much and were overwhelmed with relief when they heard you were okay. You gave them quite a scare." 

Kakashi scoffed quietly, looking down at the monitor on his hand. 

"It's true," Hiruzen stopped, "you are very well-loved." 

Kakashi looked up quickly at his words, watching as Lord Third sauntered towards the door and waved through the doorway at some unknown individuals to come towards him. A moment later, one eye settled on four individuals, beaming at him with gifts and smiles. 

Iruka. Kurenai. Asuma. 

And his best friend, Gai. 

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Guts in Godbound

  Guts, the Black Swordsman.

  One of the most badass characters in fiction.

  Not just for his sheer, unadulterated power and being everything a 90s Anti-Hero is expected to be, but also for being everything that a 90s Anti-Hero isn’t expected to be.

  Guts is a much more complex character than first glances would have you believe, and I don’t think I could do his character justice by talking about it here.

  Thankfully, that’s not why I’m here.

  I’m here because I was bored and got the bright idea to use the Godbound Character Creation System to create Guts.

  Why? Cause why the fuck not?

  Now before we start, I’m going to be doing two version of this character creation.

  The first will follow the standard character creation for a Godbound. You roll up/pick attributes, pick three Words, etc. For this, I will be creating Guts when he was still in the Band of the Hawk, right before he left. Since you could kind of consider that his “peak” before the Eclipse.

  The second version will be the same, except I won’t be using the 6 Point limit that the game gives you at the start. Instead, I will just give Guts any and all Gifts/Artifacts and otherwise that I believe he should have at this point in the Berserk Manga.

  With that out of the way, let’s begin!

  Standard Creation:

  Attribute Scores:

  8, 16, 13, 10, 12, 18

  I’ll wait until after I choose Words since those will have an affect on the Scores.

  Facts:

  Grew up in a Mercenary Band

The Raiding Captain for the Band of the Hawks

Has formed a deep friendship with all of the major members

  Since this is Guts before the Eclipse, I feel these would be the best Facts to use as his Origin, Past Profession, and Relationship.

  Armor: Medium (AC 5; -4 Save Penalty)

Weapon: Greatsword (1d10; Heavy)

Goals: Find his own Dream so he can stand next to Griffith.

  I’ll put the penalty towards Evasion (Guts was never known to be very dodgy).

  Divine Powers/Words:

  Sword (He’s been using a Greatsword since he was about 5 years old. It’d make sense he’s really fucking good with them)

  Endurance (Guts is fucking durable. Seriously, even before he became the Black Swordsman he was surviving shit that would kill normal people. See his fight with Zodd or Wyald for examples)

  Luck (I was going to put Might here, but as strong as Guts is, during his time as Raider Captain in the Band of the Hawk, he didn’t do anything that really showed off physical strength. Most of the crazy shit he did (such as break through a cast iron door) was with his Sword. So, instead I’m choosing Luck as, let’s face it, Guts has been exceedingly lucky during most of his fights. While it hasn’t exactly made his life sunshine and rainbows, it’s allowed him to survive fight after fight when paired with his unending willpower)

  Now to set up the Attribute Scores:

  Str: 18 (+3): Check: 3

Dex: 13 (+1): Check: 8

Con: 18 (+3): Check 3

Int: 8 (-1): Check: 13

Wis: 12 (+0): Check: 9

Char: 10 (+0): Check: 11

  And here’s our final scores. I set Strength and Constitution the highest for obvious reason (go watch any montage of Guts and you’ll understand). Dexterity is the way it is cause, while Guts is fast, he’s not exactly someone I could see dodging all over the place like a ninja. He’s a much bigger and easier to hit target than someone like, say, Griffith. Wisdom and Charisma are the way they are cause Guts is perceptive, just not too perceptive. On top of that, while he himself is very gruff and not much of a smooth talker, he does seem to attract the opposite sex to him a lot….even the same sex to an extent. And Intelligence is the lowest stat cause….well obvious reasons. Guts is not book smart in the slightest. He knows a lot about surviving on his own or in the wilderness, but he won’t be solving any advanced math problems.

Gifts:

Defy the Iron (While not necessarily negating the damage, Guts is able to ignore most attacks and keep moving even when they should be fatal)

Nine Lives (The dude seems to always luck out on events that would kill him. Look at his fight against Gambino or Bazuso)

Unerring Blade (Do I even need to explain why he gets this one?)

Cutting the Crimson Road (I was actually having trouble deciding between this or Shattering Hand. In the end I chose this one, since one of his most defining moments is when he fought 100 soldiers and won).

Body of Iron Will (Just to give him an AC of 3 and represent how his body is tough as shit).

  With that, here’s what the final Character Sheet Looks like for Guts:

  Name: Guts

  Facts:

Grew up in a Mercenary Band

The Raiding Captain for the Band of the Hawks

Has formed a deep friendship with all of the major members

  Attributes:

  Str: 18 (+3): Check: 3

Dex: 13 (+1): Check: 8

Con: 18 (+3): Check 3

Int: 8 (-1): Check: 13

Wis: 12 (+0): Check: 9

Char: 10 (+0): Check: 11

  Words:

Sword

Endurance

Luck

  Gifts:

Defy the Iron

Nine Lives

Unerring Blade

Cutting the Crimson Road

Body of Iron Will

  Weapons: Greatsword (1d10; Heavy; Atk Bonus: +1; Attribute Bonus: Str)

  Armor: Medium (AC 5; -4 Penalty to a Save)

  AC: 3

  HP: 11

  Saves:

Hardiness (Con): 12

Evasion (Dex): 18 (Base 14)

Spirit: (Wis): 15

  And here we are, Guts before he became the Black Swordsman as a Godbound. Now then, on to what I would give him if I had full freedom and didn’t have to worry about point limits.

  Free Version:

  I’m keeping the same Attribute Scores, but the Facts will be different:

  Facts:

  Grew up in a Mercenary Band

The Raiding Captain for the Band of the Hawks

Has formed a deep friendship with all of the major members

Is marked by the Brand of Sacrifice

Has given up his Revenge against Griffith to protect/help Casca, the woman he loves

Has killed over 1,000 Demons

Wields the Dragonslayer

Wears the Berserker Armor

Is haunted by his Beast of Darkness

His companions keep him grounded

He lost his arm and eye, now he has a mechanical arm.

  These are all of the obvious Facts that would be included after the current part of the manga.

  Following that, I would add in these Words:

  Might (By this point, and with the help of his mechanical arm, he has shown that his physical strength is just as strong as an Apostle’s)

  Peak Human (Guts has gone well beyond the realm of a normal mortal by this point. He has proven that, despite not having any real, inherent magical powers, he is able to go toe-to-toe with Apostles, Sea Gods, Demons, Constructs, and just about any supernatural creature that steps in his path. By now, I’d say he’s right on the cusp of being Superhuman)

  Vengeance (Though he has given up on getting revenge against Griffith, it is still a defining characteristic for him, and something he draws strength from)

  Gifts:

  Fear No Steel (At this point, normal weapons are like tickles to Guts.)

Fist of Black Iron (He literally has a fist of black iron)

Loosening God’s Teeth (He can cut an Apostle in half with one swing of his sword)

Contempt of Distance (Guts seems to be able to move to wherever the hell he wants when he needs to kill something)

Thirsting Razor (There are normally too many enemies in front of Guts for him to even worry about hitting Mobs)

All Natural (Guts’ abilities don’t really appear very magical, and that’s because most of them aren’t. Alot of them are from either pure sweat and hard work, determination, or his own equipment)

Mortal’s Luck (The dude never stays down)

Trained Aim (He always seems to hit whatever he aims at…it’s just that most things he aims at has enough armor or scaled hide to resist it)

Human Grit (And how. The dude is able to heal from fatal wounds faster than any other human in his world)

Indomitable Will (Do I really have to explain this one?)

Street Sweeper (Have you seen the size of his sword?)

Bloody Vengeance (Guts loves to use all or nothing attacks that immensely damage both him and his enemy)

Shattering Hand (Dragonslayer. That is all)

  Artifacts:

  Dragonslayer:

  A great sword that is like a hunk of raw iron. This blade has bathed in the blood of so many demons that it now rest on both the Mortal and Astral planes, turning it into a magical weapon that can harm both spiritual and physical creatures. Due to its massive size, it can also be used to block projectiles and smash through any type of armor.

Effort: 5

Hunk of Raw Iron (Greater Gift): As an Action, the wielder may Commit Effort from the artifact to launch an attack at every enemy within sight, doing a maximum of 1 damage even on a miss. Mobs are automatically hit for 1d10+15 rolled straight.

Too Thick, Too Rough (Lesser Gift): As an Action, Commit Effort from the artifact to immediately break any armor, weapon, or piece of equipment in range of the sword. Any magical substance is not destroyed, but damaged to the point where it is almost useless.

The Berserker Armor:

  An ancient, magical armor from the time of the first Emperor, the Berserker Armor is a black and spiked. It completely encases the wearer when it is equipped. It is considered heavy armor and can defend against most attacks, including magical ones. However, the armor’s true ability comes from its power to lock off the wielder’s nervous system, pushing their body to heights that a normal human could never reach. There is a downside to this, as the armor will remove the wielder’s sense of self and cause them to view everything as an enemy. On top of this, the armor does not heal the wearer, instead holding their body together and preventing them from dying to any injury. Once all living creatures have been defeated, all of the wearer’s damage will return full force and can kill them instantly if it is more than their HP can handle.

Effort 10

Unstoppable Rampage (Greater Gift): Commit Effort from the Artifact to immediately gain three bonus Attacks that can be used on this round only.

Jump Good (Lesser Gift): Commit Effort from the Artifact to instantly leap to any spot within double your movement speed. This does not count as an Action.

Beast of Darkness (Greater Gift): This Gift can activate whenever you kill an enemy as long as you wear the armor. At the end of a round, if you’ve killed an enemy, roll a Spirit Save. If you fail, this Gift activates. Commit Effort from the Artifact to remove all limits on your body and lose yourself to your inner beast. You lose the ability to make rational decision on the battlefield, and see even your friends as enemies. In return, all of your attacks now deal 1d12+10 Straight Damage, you gain two bonus Actions, you become immune to all mental, emotional, or psychological damage, your attacks shatter any substance even if it is magical in nature, and your attack bonus is now +10. Whenever you take damage, record it somewhere else. Once the battle is over, you must make a Spirit Save to regain control of yourself. If you fail, you must keep fighting everything around you, even if they are your allies, making a Spirit Save each round to regain yourself. If you pass, make a Hardiness Save. If you pass that Save, you only take half of the damage you took during battle rounded up. If you fail, you take the full damage straight.

So now, our final Guts sheet, looks like this:

  Name: Guts

  Facts:

Grew up in a Mercenary Band

The Raiding Captain for the Band of the Hawks

Has formed a deep friendship with all of the major members

Is marked by the Brand of Sacrifice

Has given up his Revenge for Casca the woman he loves

Has killed over 1,000 Demons

Wields the Dragonslayer

Wears the Berserker Armor

Is haunted by his Beast of Darkness

His companions keep him grounded

He lost his arm and eye, now he has a mechanical arm.

  Attributes:

  Str: 19 (+4): Check: 2

Dex: 18 (+3): Check: 3

Con: 18 (+3): Check 3

Int: 13 (+1): Check: 8

Wis: 13 (+1): Check: 8

Char: 13 (+1): Check: 8

  Words:

Sword

Endurance

Luck

Peak Human

Might

Vengeance

  Gifts:

Defy the Iron

Nine Lives

Unerring Blade

Cutting the Crimson Road

Body of Iron Will

Fear No Steel

Fist of Black Iron

Loosening God’s Teeth

Contempt of Distance

Thirsting Razor

All Natural

Mortal’s Luck

Trained Aim

Human Grit

Indomitable Will

Street Sweeper

Bloody Vengeance

Shattering Hand

  Weapons: Dragonslayer (1d10; Heavy; Atk Bonus: +1; Attribute Bonus: Str)

  Armor: Berserker Armor (AC 3; -4 Penalty to 2 Saves)

  AC: 3

  HP: 11

  Saves:

Hardiness (Con): 15 (Base 11)

Evasion (Dex): 16 (Base 12)

Spirit: (Wis): 14

  Artifacts:

  Dragonslayer:

  A great sword that is like a hunk of raw iron. This blade has bathed in the blood of so many demons that it now rest on both the Mortal and Astral planes, turning it into a magical weapon that can harm both spiritual and physical creatures. Due to its massive size, it can also be used to block projectiles and smash through any type of armor.

Effort: 5

Hunk of Raw Iron (Greater Gift): As an Action, the wielder may Commit Effort from the artifact to launch an attack at every enemy within sight, doing a maximum of 1 damage even on a miss. Mobs are automatically hit for 1d10+15 rolled straight.

Too Thick, Too Rough (Lesser Gift): As an Action, Commit Effort from the artifact to immediately break any armor, weapon, or piece of equipment in range of the sword. Any magical substance is not destroyed, but damaged to the point where it is almost useless.

The Berserker Armor:

  An ancient, magical armor from the time of the first Emperor, the Berserker Armor is a black, spiked armor that completely encases the wearer. It is considered heavy armor and can defend against most attacks, including magical ones. However, the armor’s true ability comes from its power to lock off the wielder’s nervous system, pushing their body to heights that a normal human could never reach. There is a downside to this, as the armor will remove the wielder’s sense of self and cause them to view everything as an enemy. On top of this, the armor does not heal the wearer, instead holding their body together and preventing them from dying to any injury. Once all living creatures have been defeated, all of the wearer’s damage will return full force and can kill them instantly if it is more than their HP can handle.

Effort 10

Unstoppable Rampage (Greater Gift): Commit Effort from the Artifact to immediately gain three bonus Attacks that can be used on this round only.

Jump Good (Lesser Gift): Commit Effort from the Artifact to instantly leap to any spot within double your movement speed. This does not count as an Action.

Beast of Darkness (Greater Gift): This Gift can activate whenever you kill an enemy as long as you wear the armor. At the end of a round, if you’ve killed an enemy, roll a Spirit Save. If you fail, this Gift activates. Commit Effort from the Artifact to remove all limits on your body and lose yourself to your inner beast. You lose the ability to make rational decision on the battlefield, and see even your friends as enemies. In return, all of your attacks now deal 1d12+10 Straight Damage, you gain two bonus Actions, you become immune to all mental, emotional, or psychological damage, your attacks shatter any substance even if it is magical in nature, and your attack bonus is now +10. Whenever you take damage, record it somewhere else. Once the battle is over, you must make a Spirit Save to regain control of yourself. If you fail, you must keep fighting everything around you, even if they are your allies, making a Spirit Save each round to regain yourself. If you pass, make a Hardiness Save. If you pass that Save, you only take half of the damage you took during battle rounded up. If you fail, you take the full damage straight.

  And there we go. I would’ve added another Gift to the Dragonslayer, but I couldn’t think of what to put there.

  So, there you go. How I would stat Guts as a Godbound.

  Feedback would be appreciated, and if you think there are things I could’ve added or done better, please let me know.

[for-ests]

Lost In Your Light: Peter Parker x Reader (Part 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 

[ my masterlist ]

word count: 3, 127

CHAPTER 4: HER SECRET 

Y/N's heart was pounding loudly against her chest; her cheeks inflamed with a crimson shade as she walked back home.

She exhaled roughly, staring at her hands, in complete shock that she had just healed Spider-Man. 

The girl touched her face and tried not to smile. It was cold, the air was thick and brisk, yet she couldn't feel it. Her heart was too warm.

She was excited, basically bubbling with pride. Astonished, shocked--and it was wonderful.

Y/N felt like she was going to explode. She needed to talk to someone about this. She had to... but there wasn't a single soul that could know. She was alone with this secret. About her power, and about Spider-Man.

The girl came to her front door, still forcing herself to not smile. She stood on her tiptoes and reached for the house key, fumbling with it before unlocking the front door as delicately as she could.

She closed the door without error.

Y/N hurried upstairs to her bedroom and flopped onto her bed.

She curled into a ball, holding her face in her hands and almost squealing. She wanted to so badly but she knew she had to be as quiet as possible.

There was another person like her. He had confirmed her thoughts by saying so himself.

She remembered his voice, sweet and young, but also old and wise. Every world that spewed from his mouth contradicted her previous assumptions. His voice was higher than she would have thought. He was shorter, more boyish, yet still lean and muscular. Peter. 

His hands flashed through her mind next; they were rough and calloused. When she healed him, it was different from the animals she had helped before him. She felt his emotions, his wants and needs. They were connected in those seconds, and she relished in the way his skin pricked with... desire?

Y/N's eyes shot back open. That's what the feeling was. She had felt what he was thinking, what he wanted. 

No. It couldn’t possibly be her. She was just projecting her own feelings onto him. 

Yet, he was gentle with her.

The girl blushed, looking at her hands and fantasizing the way his would fit perfectly with hers.

Whoever he was, she needed to see him again.

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Going back to school the next morning was a lot harder than Y/N would have thought.

Scratch that. It wasn't hard, it was terrible.

Of course all she could think about was Peter. Whoever he was, wherever he lived. She wouldn't know, the only Peter she'd ever known was her second cousin who lived in Wisconsin. Spider-Man was definitely not him.

Y/N didn't even know what Spider-Man looked like, but the connection she felt couldn't have been one sided. It felt like it was meant to be, no matter how hard she tried to deny it.

She was walking down the main hallway of school, keeping her head down as a blush spread across her cheeks. Just the thought of him was enough to send her senses into a frenzy.

Her body felt warm. She turned the corner, face starting to burn. Then came the nausea. 

Y/N suddenly did not feel well. Why was she feeling so hot? The warning signs resided within her gut, similar to the feeling she received when she connected the telepathy link with an injured animal.

She began to walk faster, weaving through the students with a sort of urgency. The girl didn't know if anyone could tell, but she needed to get to the bathroom.

Her hands started to tingle.

Y/N cursed.

The bell rang, and the last few students shuffled into their classrooms.

The girl ignored the warning bell and disappeared into the bathroom.

Thank God it was empty.

She practically dove into a stall, throwing her backpack on the floor and sitting on the toilet. Her breathing was ragged, as if she had sprinted for ten miles.

What was happening to her?

She held her hands in front of her. Eyes wide, she studied the faint, wisp of pale yellow light. It wasn't as golden as before. A small, but noticeable detail.

Please go away. She thought, squeezing her eyes and trying to summon some sort of willpower. But nothing happened.

Y/N felt like crying. Why was this happening now? Usually she could control it. She'd never had an outburst problem. She tried to calm herself down, but the sound of another student's heels echoed in the small bathroom.

The panicked girl clamped her mouth shut and shoved her hands under her shirt. The power started to glow brighter. Was someone in trouble?

Y/N peaked her head through the crack and gasped. The girl who entered the room was bleeding.

As if on instinct, Y/N flushed the toilet and rushed out. She examined the wound from afar, eyebrows knitting together as she realized how minor, and non-life threatening it was.

Her hands had stopped glowing. Tranquility rushed over her, as if signaling she was making the right decision. 

A little more at ease, Y/N managed to speak. "Are you okay?"

The stranger lifted her head and nodded, her dark curly hair bouncing with each movement. She was pressing a handle of crumbled paper towels on top of the cut. It was just a laceration. She pulled the towels back to show Y/N. "Yeah, I was in chem and a flask broke. It stings like a bitch, but I'm sure I'll be fine with a band-aid."

Y/N inwardly cringed. Band-aids were literally useless, and only meant to keep children from itching their scabs. What this girl really needed was some disinfectant and stitches. It looked pretty deep, but only skin wise. 

Of course Y/N didn't say that. She knew she could do so much better than what the school nurse could provide. But she wasn't willing to risk her safety for a glass injury on someone she didn't know.

"That's terrible. Need me to do anything? I'm Y/N, by the way, I'm not sure if we've met before." She said as casually as she could.

"Thanks." The stranger smiled. "If you don't mind helping me clean it quick? Since it's on my right arm I'm not sure if I can do it thoroughly with my left."

"No problem!" Y/N grinned, trying to push the strange feeling away. The cause for her outburst wasn't because of this cut. Something else was wrong with this girl.

"I’m Kenzie by the way." She added, watching Y/N grab more paper towels out of the dispenser.

"Nice to meet you." Y/N chuckled, holding Kenzie's arm under the sink and carefully wiping the blood away. Her fingers ached for skin on skin contact, knowing she could easily make the whole injury disappear.

But she didn't.

"You might need stitches." Y/N noted, eyebrows furrowing together as the bleeding refused to stop. It had subsided, but a wound this size should have been closed already. She had treated them countless times. No wonder Y/N had such a weird feeling rising in her stomach.

Kenzie examined the wound. "I was thinking so too."

The girls both looked at each other and smiled. "Nurses office." They said in unison. Kenzie knew this was the best way to get out of school for the rest of the day.

They giggled. Y/N washed her hands again and took a deep breath. She had to calm down, she was making this a bigger deal than it needed to be.

Kenzie bent down and grabbed her backpack. The weight of everything inside seemed to tire her out. Y/N eyed her as she dispensed more towels. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." She breathed heavily. "I've just been really tired lately. It's weird. My bones hurt even though I haven't done anything to make them."

"You should make a doctors appointment." The comment slipped between her lips before she could process it.

Kenzie looked surprised. "Why?"

"Your blood isn't clotting quickly enough." She said. It didn't matter, she needed to get help. Whatever it was, Y/N couldn't tell. And she couldn't heal it. "Being tired for no reason, and feeling inexplainable pain in your bones is never good."

Kenzie looked dumbfounded, but she managed to nod. "You're right."

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. Why did she say that? Now she had to cover it up with something that still wouldn’t explain her supposed knowledge. "My father is a doctor. Sorry for coming on strong, it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Again, you're right. Thanks Y/N, I'll see you around."

Y/N watched the girl leave. The tension in her fingers dissipated along with Kenzie’s aura. Something was terribly wrong with her.

Y/N picked up her backpack and exhaled.

She needed an explanation of this manifestation growing inside her.

After an hour of psychology class, Y/N made her way through the halls and up the stairs to her biology teacher's room. The whole hour had been a blur, as she was still trying to process what had happened in the bathroom. It was the only thing on her mind.

Since it was lunch passing hour, the classroom was empty except for Mrs. Anderson. Y/N peaked through the window and saw her old teacher hunched over a laptop. She seemed disgruntled.

No matter, the teenager had to try and figure out what was happening to her.

Y/N shuffled into the classroom timidly. "Hi Mrs. Anderson." She greeted, shutting the door quietly behind her. "I know it's been a year or two since you had me in class, but I have a question that I don't know who else to ask."

Mrs. Anderson smiled warmly, clicking out of a tab before shutting the laptop. "What can I do for you, Y/N?"

She pulled out her notebook. A bit nervous to share her findings with someone else. But she needed a professional’s point of view. Y/N needed answers.

Mrs. Anderson was the right person to ask. She was just an AP biology teacher, but Y/N also knew she was a geek. Mrs. Anderson was someone who researched conspiracy theories and magic. She was skeptical, but believed in them. She believed even if one couldn't see.

"It's about healing."

"What type?"

Y/N would have laughed if the question didn't correlate with her life and soul.

"The unthinkable, Mrs. Anderson." There was a hint of profoundness that escaped into Y/N's tone. But her teacher didn't seem to notice.

She nodded. "Keep going."

"It seems like a myth, and probably is one." Y/N added for good measure. "But if biological healing can stretch its boundaries, is the human body able to speed up the process of mendification? Can a wound be closed by just one touch?  Is there any proof of someone healing someone else by thought or contact alone?"

The girl expected her teacher to look at her like she was crazy, but all Mrs. Anderson did was lean back in her chair with a serious expression.

Y/N knew she had asked the right person, even if she had rambled.

"Who is this question aimed for?"

Y/N couldn't say her. She couldn't say a friend or family. "Spider-Man?" She squeaked, shoulders relaxing as Mrs. Anderson nodded like it made sense.

And theoretically, it did. He was a superhuman and everyone in New York knew it. The question was why. How did it happen? What exactly were his powers? Y/N remembered having that exact discussion two years earlier in this class. That idea alone was a good backup.

But now that Y/N had discovered her powers, many unanswered questions emerged. Everything she and others had believed could be proven false. Spider-Man was a freak accident, Y/N wasn’t like him. And there might be others like her.

"Theoretically, if we are talking about Spider-Man I would say yes. But we know that his powers resulted in a spider bite. But then again, we don't know if that's the cause for his quicker healing abilities. We also don't know if anyone can reach his potential naturally. There may be biological traits involved with the evolution. I honestly don't know."

-"Ever since the aliens invaded, and Nordic Gods helped us save our planet, nothing is certain. As far as I'm concerned, anything is possible, and everything we thought we knew was just a brush on the surface of the endless possibilities."

Mrs. Anderson took off her glasses and sighed.

"If we look at history, healing abilities are prevalent. All types of cultures and religions who wouldn't have had contact all report it. From African Voodoo doctors, to wizards and potions in Europe. I do believe it exists, whether humans are able to wield it or not. I wouldn't be surprised if someone came forward with that ability, but no, there isn't any physical proof of it happening. Maybe except Jesus Christ?" She laughed. "I'm sorry sweetie. If what you're looking for is a yes or no, I am unable to give you a scientific yes or no. Only my wacky opinion."

Y/N smiled. "It's okay, your opinion is the best thing I've got so far."

"Then I will continue. In theory, if one is able to unlock that power, assuming it is inherited genetically, one can possibly manipulate the healing process. That would call for a great power, and even greater concentration. To demand cells to repair themselves faster, could possibly get rid of incurable diseases."

Y/N scribbled her teacher's word down in the notebook she had brought.

"I'm having a hard time believing this is for a Spider-Man project." Mrs. Anderson's words stopped the girl mid-word. She put her pencil down.

"You're right, it's not. But for now let's just say I am curious."

"I would be questioning it in a different world, but in this day and age, you can do whatever you want. Like I said before, anything is possible. If you believe something exists, it just might be. When I first started teaching, Aliens were fictional."

Y/N closed the notebook, trying to suppress the grin spreading along her face. "Thank you for your input, I really appreciate it."

"No problem Y/N, I would ask to catch up but it looks like you have to go. Stop by another time okay? Not too many of my students have brilliant and thought provoking questions like you. I miss having you in my class."

"I miss being in your class, no joke. Physics is killing me right now."

Mrs. Anderson smiled. "Some of our brains are just wired for biology and only biology. "

The warning bell rang.

"Now get to class okay?"

Y/N stuffed her notebook in her bag and exited the classroom. She wished she could tell her teacher everything, if anyone would have been excited about it, it would have been Mrs. Anderson. But for now, no one else could know. Nobody but Spider-Man.

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Peter Parker rummaged through his locker, chuckling to himself when he finally found the sheet of homework he had been trying to frantically locate for the past fifteen minutes. 

He had to skip his lunch period to do so, but he had already been slacking in his math class due to his personal reasons, aka, Spider-Man problems. 

“Did you finally find it?” Ned rounded the corner to catch up to him, noticing that his friend was holding a crumbled up piece of paper. 

“Yeah.” Peter scanned its contents, breathing a sigh of relief. He had even completed it, how could he forget? He gave himself the rest of his lunch period to finish it. 

Ned laughed as he peaked over Peter’s shoulder. “I don’t think I would ever forget something like that. Why the hell are you so smart?” 

“I don’t think that makes me smart.” Peter managed to smile, even if his mind was racing with all the other tasks he had to complete. 

“Well, I for sure couldn’t do it.” 

Closing his locker, Peter shut its door and slumped against the wall. “Not true.” He sighed, sliding down until he was sitting with his knees tucked into his chest. Ned followed suit, shrugging to himself. 

Sometimes Peter got into his own head. Now was one of those moments. 

Due to the particular hour in the school day, most students were in class. Only a few lingered, passing by to attend to their own activities--not paying mind to the two boys huddled against a bay of beige colored lockers. 

“Alright.” Ned crossed his legs, folding his hands in front of him to act like a professional therapist for his own amusement. “Out with it. What happened last night?” 

“I met a girl.” Peter shook his head, trying incredibly hard to not let his emotions get the best of him. He hadn’t felt so strongly about a girl in years. Hell, even this didn’t feel like the childish crushes he had his freshman year. A moment like this was rare, a moment he finally let himself feel something unwarranted, something that had nothing to do with his persona, or the avengers. 

“You meet girls all the time.” Ned reminded, still not hinting at Peter’s infatuation. 

“This ones different.” He breathed, still trying to fathom all the events that had unfolded last night. “She’s like me.” 

Ned’s mouth dropped. “A girl Spider-Man?” 

Peter punched his friend’s arm and rolled his eyes. “No you idiot, she has powers.” 

“Oh.” Ned pondered. “Cool, what kind?” 

“She literally healed me.” Peter said, lifting his shirt to show Ned the fresh scar that ran along the side of his torso. “With her own hands.” 

“That’s doooopee.” He laughed, poking at the healed wound. “Did that hurt?” 

“No.” Peter glared.

Ned’s attention finally averted back to Peter’s previous words. He had met a girl, one he seemed to think was cooler than the rest. “Was she pretty?” 

“Yeah.” The brown haired teenager awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Like insanely.” 

“Well, did you meet her as Peter or as Spider-Man?” 

The boy’s expression fell. “As Spider-Man.” 

“Don’t get your hopes up then. Babes love dudes in uniform. And only uniform.” 

“You’re insufferable.” 

“I’m just honest.” Ned pulled his backpack from his side to his lap, fiddling with the key-chains that decorated it. “What are you gonna do?” He asked, concocting multiple scenarios in his head that could help his friend win over a beautiful girl’s heart. 

The idea that she could change the world, affecting science and medicine as he knew it, didn’t once cross his mind.  

Peter sighed. “I don’t know.” 

I just need to find her again. 

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WIP #48

(Send me a number 1-60 [or a fandom/character I guess] for the corresponding wip) because I’m bored and brain-fried and have too many wips that’ll otherwise never see the light of day.

For @rachfielden-xo who asked for “Number 3 - Thunderbirds Are Go x”.  As number 3 isn’t TAG, I grabbed the third TAG fic instead!

Okay, so this is a reject that I started writing for irrelief, but it just got too ooc for my liking, so I scrapped it and rewrote it from the beginning, which became Grape Juice or Wine.  So yes, this one is pretty ooc and little terrible, but it’s in the folder so here it comes...  A sneak peak at the stuff I usually never let see the light of day!

Alan was fairly sure there were rules against this.  As an unfortunate soul with four older brothers, and one adopted older sister, he was well-versed in the many, many ways older siblings could torment a younger. Various methods of hazing, abandoning him to play with kids while they did the cool stuff, and calling ‘older brother privilege’ whenever there was anything fun and exciting with a limited amount of spaces.

(Of course, there were also many good things about five older siblings, but Alan was sulking and choosing to ignore those for the moment.)

This, however, had to take the cake.  There was nothing more humiliating as a younger brother than being forced to stay and watch your older sibling do something utterly cringe-worthy, and this time it wasn’t one of them.  It was all four brothers.  Kayo had escaped using her general sneaky Kayo-ness, which left one, desolate, teenage boy lurking at the edge of a high function party that was technically adults only.  It was being hosted by Penelope, and in what he had thought was an admission that he was not the immature teenager his brothers claimed, but rather a responsible, grown up member of society she had waived the age limit in his case.

At the time, that had been amazing.  Now, he was wishing he’d followed Kayo’s lead and escaped while he had the chance.

Gordon, an adult by British standards, was mooning over the British aristocrat.  By itself, that was nothing unusual, but the shy, stilted awkwardness Alan had grown used to seeing whenever Penelope was in the vicinity (no matter how Gordon denied being anything other than “utterly cool and suave”) was gone.  An adult function had adult drinks, and someone had let Gordon near them. Red-faced and slurring, any elegance Gordon might have exhibited at the start of the event, some three hours previously in a sharp suit with gaudy yellow tie and pale pink rose in his pocket that just happened to match the dress Penelope had selected for the evening, had fled with no return in sight.

Alan looked away and pretended he didn’t know him as he tripped over his own feet for the nth time, managing to tear his expensive trousers at the knee and splash whatever cocktail he’d had in his hand over the bottom of Penelope’s dress.  It didn’t stop him from hearing Parker’s outraged cry, and Penelope’s calm and measured assertion that perhaps he’d had quite enough to drink and should have a glass of water and sit down.  It certainly didn’t stop him hearing Gordon’s negative response – apparently being drunk just made Gordon louder.

The corner of the room held the opposite problem.  John, ever responsible, and ever despairing of social situations, had secreted himself away behind the lavish curtains of the ballroom they were stuck in. Unfortunately, British aristocrats had an uncanny sense for nerves – wasn’t that supposed to be a horse thing – and what had supposed to be a hideaway for the evening with a good book had ended up a prison cell for his brother.  Gaggles of women, none so obviously inebriated as Gordon but with a rosy flush to their cheeks Alan didn’t think was makeup alone, had cornered the astronaut and were plying him with drink after drink while forcing conversation upon him.

Normally, Alan would stick with his brother.  He’d struck out earlier, full of excitement at being classified as an ‘adult’, determined to mingle.  By the time he’d realised that no-one except Penelope had any intention of treating him as such, several elderly ladies going so far as to aww him and pinch his cheeks when he tried to make conversation, his safe haven in the form of John had been compromised.  Shattered glass littered the floor by his feet, white suit splattered with crimson wine stains, but any and all attempts John made to clear it up were fouled by the women determined to catch his attention.

While not as worthy of disownment as Gordon, Alan was still trying to pretend he didn’t know the ginger for the time being.

Virgil was also making a spectacle of himself, and not in the usual way his musical brother did at parties.  A grand piano in the corner was occupied by another pianist, and Virgil’s early offers to play had been dismissed by the Brit.  Alan thought the man was an idiot, especially as Virgil could play better than him, but good, kind Virgil with a heart of gold had taken the cold shoulder with easy grace, and gone to find other pastures.

Sadly, those other pastures included wine, and while Virgil could hold his liquor reasonably well (unlike Gordon, who was now trying to screech some sort of… something at Penelope which was far less enchanting than he believed), he was still drunk and currently attempting to fit as many cookies in his mouth as possible, whilst holding a conversation with an equally drunk young man Alan didn’t know and spraying both their suits with crumbles and spittle.  The disapproving looks they were getting from the very same women that had been calling him adorable and pinching his cheeks minutes earlier prompted Alan to disown him, too.

This was his first grand, adult, party, and he’d wanted to make a good impression.  That could not be done if it was known that the drunkard in the middle of the room, harassing the hostess, was his immediate older brother, or that the one with no table manners at all was the next one up, or even that the recluse in the corner with wine stains and a habit of dropping glasses was related to him.  Nor could it be done as long as his eldest brother alternated between flirting with anything on two legs – female, male, or performing dog – with increasing cheesiness as his own glass emptied and refilled over and over again, and clucking all over him like a concerned mother hen.

“Alan, are you enjoying yourself?  Alan, don’t touch the alcohol.  Alan, that had better be fruit juice you’re drinking.  Alan, you’ve got a crumb on your cheek.  Alan your tie is wonky.  Alan. Alan.  Alan.”

He wasn’t lurking by the wall, pretending to be ornamentation instead of a guest, just to avoid old women and their pinches.  All of his brothers were being an embarrassment, but none more so than Scott – who pipped Gordon purely by virtue of not leaving him alone long enough to be socially disownable.  He was fairly certain that was at least half the reason the women were cooing over him.

Somewhere near Gordon, who had found his feet again and was clinging to Penelope’s arm like the squid he was as he talked a mile a minute at the top of his lungs about utter nonsense, and Virgil, who seemed to be on his second platter of cookies, and not quite blocking his view of John now on his knees amongst fancy ballgown skirts, Scott was flirting with the oldest woman in the room, and Alan seriously considered fleeing the event entirely.

“I’m way too sober for this,” he bemoaned.  He’d never been drunk in his life, didn’t know if alcohol really numbed things like embarrassment or if his brothers were just capable of being that humiliating without it and just chose not to most of the time, but tales dragged out from past parties implied that it would help.  The punch bowl was looking mighty tempting.

He settled for grabbing another, dutifully non-alcoholic, drink from a waiter as he wandered past and throwing it back in one go.

“That ‘ad better not ‘ave been h’alcohol, Master h’Alan, sir,” Parker’s disapproving voice drawled, and Alan groaned, turning to face the chauffeur/butler/whatever Penelope needed-er.

“It was orange juice.”

Parker held out a hand expectantly and, rolling his eyes, Alan handed the glass over for inspection. The man sniffed the glass suspiciously for several moments before straightening again.

“h’Orange juice it was,” he agreed, slipping the empty glass onto a passing waiter’s tray with a sleight of hand Alan wished he could emulate.  “Sorry, Master h’Alan, sir.  Master Scott h’asked me to keep h’an eye on you.”

“As well as the eye he’s keeping on me?” Alan grumbled, knowing without looking that his eldest brother had switched to hover mode again and was making a beeline for him.

“h’Well, you h’are h’under eighteen,” Parker reminded him.  “’er Ladyship wasn’t supposed to h’invite you in the first place.”

“Alan!” Scott greeted, again, slinging an arm around his shoulders.  His suit was still immaculate – the only one of Alan’s brothers to not somehow spill something on himself so far despite the glass of wine clutched in his hand.  “Why are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding,” Alan protested.  “I was talking with Parker.”

“Your brother is behaving ‘imself remarkably, Master Scott, sir,” Parker obligingly interjected. “Per’aps you should be focusing on the h’other one.”  He sent a dark look towards the centre of the room.

“Gordon’s not doing any harm,” Scott dismissed with a wave of the wineglass.  The liquid barely sloshed and Alan was reminded that Scott did, supposedly, know what he was doing at high function events.

“h’I beg to disagree, sir,” Parker muttered.  “h’If you gentlemen will h’excuse me.”  Alan didn’t want to excuse the only reasonable conversationalist in the room, but Parker didn’t wait for a complaint before making purposeful strides towards where Gordon had started attempting to serenade Penelope in a terrible, out of tune rendition of Drunken Sailor.  Normally, Gordon could sing.  Drunk, he was apparently tone deaf.

The song choice seemed appropriate, and he said as much to Scott, who grinned before scowling at his tie, straightening it again even though no-one had touched it since the last time Scott had been over to “smarten him up”.  Alan suspected he was just as drunk as Virgil as he batted him away ineffectually and diverted his attention towards where Penelope had finally disentangled herself from Gordon with some assistance from Parker and was heading their way.

As soon as Scott turned, he scarpered, and dutifully hid in the toilets with a good game – adulting be damned – until Parker came to drag him out several hours later to an almost empty ballroom and a pile of drunk and exhausted (or just exhausted, in the case of John) brothers in the middle.

“h’I’m afraid getting them ‘ome h’is your job, Master h’Alan,” the butler said.  He at least sounded apologetic, even if he was glaring daggers at Gordon.  “’er Ladyship ‘as h’another h’appointment in the morning h’and needs to return ‘ome h’immediately.”

The Lady in question was talking quietly to the last few non-Tracy guests as they left the ballroom. Alan groaned.  Tracy One was parked on the helipad at the top of the building, and he was starting to realise why Scott had allowed Penelope to invite him.

Next time, one of them could be the designated pilot.  He was never attending any ‘adult party’ again.

[shutupandshipit]

Blood and Diamonds - Part 1

Summary: "Welcome to the stage... Lilith.”

Or where Neil is a stripper at the Days' strip club when Ichirou doesn't need him for family business, and Andrew is Kevin's bodyguard. It's only Andrew's second month as Kevin's bodyguard and it had been pretty boring up until then, but it only takes one night in the Days' club for things to get just a little more interesting. For both him and Neil.

Pairing: Andreil

Rating: M

Part 2: Gold -> Next

Part 3 -> coming soon

Author’s Note:  This is going to be a three part work, but most of the chapters are going to be pretty long compared to my usual. Anyway, this is literally a major fuck it fic for me, to be honest. I am writing this solely for the pleasure of doing so.

Part 1: Lilith

Andrew wasn't one for strip clubs. He didn't like them. He didn't like the people that frequented them. He didn't like the look of them. Most of them were dirty and degrading, dark and damp with lust. Plus, most of the strippers were usually women unless you went to a very specific club. If he really needed to get off that badly, he had other means of finding a source.

Still, he found himself wandering into an all genders club at Kevin's side, eyes skipping from one table to another.

Being Kevin Day's bodyguard had been as tame and boring as he'd imagined it would be. They did get into trouble from time to time, running about on whatever adventure the heir to Kayleigh Day's drug empire wanted. He'd only had the job for a short month, and was ready for something new to spice it up.

He just hadn't imagined that thing would be the strip club that his father and the Days ran as a cover for their drug laundering.

“It'll be fine, Minyard. Try to have some fun. Find someone you like. Drink a little. It is an all genders club. There's someone out there for everyone,” Kevin said when they paused just passed the front doors to look over the dim room and black stage with its two shiny poles leading up to the towering ceiling. The room was almost too dark to see, lit with sultry crimson light and candles in red vases on every table. Barely noticeable waiters and waitresses in conservative black uniforms moved silently around the room, taking and delivering orders.

It was a much cleaner and classier set up than Andrew had imagined. “If I found this fun, I wouldn't have to be dragged along under the guise of work.”

A waitress looking like she was on the verge of crying stopped at Kevin's elbow. “Sir, good evening. We haven't seen you in awhile.”

Kevin's mouth went from scowling to his people-winning smile in an instant. The smile he wore for the public, for his sick mouth. “Raven, evening. How have things been around here?”

“Fine. Josten got into a fight with Leverett again, but Boyd and Wildes broke it up pretty quickly,” she told him, jumping on the question like a puppy hoping to be praised.

Kevin sighed. “Again? Over what? How were they even in the same room with the schedule the way it is?”

“Something about stealing Leverett's customer. She came in on her off time to argue with him.”

“Typical.” His eyes drifted towards Andrew, musing. “He is the best though, and Leverett is... inattentive. When is Neil supposed to perform tonight?”

Raven glanced down at a watch on her wrist, small and discreet. “Ten minutes, and then at closing with the rest of the Foxes.” Kevin nodded at her, and she filled the silence before there could be any. “Jeremy and Thea are upstairs entertaining in the VIP room tonight. Mr. Moriyama is visiting, and they came in on their day off to minimize potential collateral damage.”

Kevin nodded, glancing towards the stairs leading to the upper floors as his smile struggled to remain in place. “Right, he told me he'd be here. I'll have to give them a bonus.” Turning to Andrew, he said, “Well, I'm going to go speak with Riko. Make yourself at home. Watch some of the acts. We're staying here tonight, and Nicky should take over soon, so get drunk. Take from Cracker Dust. Take someone to bed at the end of the night. I don't care, but if I come down here and you're not three sheets to the wind, I'm going to strangle you.” He said everything with a smile before turning, Raven following at his elbow.

“You don't have the balls,” Andrew spat back.

Kevin didn't stop, but flipped Andrew the bird over his shoulder.

Nicky showed up thirty minutes later, high fived him, and headed up to the VIP room to read a book outside the door. If Nicky was downstairs, he'd drink. And if he drank, he wouldn't stop. Kevin didn't mind them having a drink or two on shift, but they all agreed that being drunk was unacceptable.

After Nicky took his leave, Andrew found a spot at the bar, accepting a drink from a familiar bartender. “You work here too, Roland?” he asked, watching his old hook-up walk back and forth along the bar as he prepared drinks and set out trays.

Roland grinned, coming to a stop to lean across the bar at Andrew, smiling. “The Days pay better than Eden's. Plus, I get more hours. Speaking of which, haven't seen you around lately, and then you just happen to turn up here? What's the deal with that?”

Andrew tipped his head towards the ceiling. “Mr. Day dragged me here?”

“Ah, so Kevin's the culprit. Rat bastard. Well, I'm going to get you drunk on his dime then.” He set out a shot that Andrew knocked back happily, sliding the glass back towards Roland. “The show is about to start. Neil's our best. He really get the blood flowing. Then it's Allison. Maybe after my shift is done, we can find a place to... chat?” Roland's smile was flirtatious.

Andrew didn't answer, only raising an eyebrow.

Roland shrugged, unperturbed. “The offer is there if you want it.” He bustled off towards his other customers, and Andrew turned to watch the stage.

The stage was lit with a soft lilac light, and as he watched, the patrons began to snuff out the candles on their tables until it was the only light in the room. Overhead, a soft deep voice made introductions. “For those of you who have been here before, you know what time it is.” A short cheer rose before going quiet as sensual music filtered into the room. “For those of you who may be first timers, your life is about to be changed. Next up, we have the Prince of the Stage, the man who can cut out you heart without spilling a single drop of blood, the diamond of dance... Welcome to the stage... Lilith.”

Wild applause disturbed the air, quieting only when the music grew loud, replacing the conditioned air with the thrumming of cello strings. A man stepped barefoot onto the stage, tight black diamond studded shorts stopping just below the curve of his ass. They strained around toned thighs, a black sleeveless shirt draped loosely over his chest and stomach, plunging in the back to reveal rippling muscle. His arms were as tones as his legs, and scared from fingertips to elbows. Everything that was usually on display by a stripper was covered, but what was on display was a nice display.

Muscular, but not overly so. Neck long and elegant. Skin tanned and dusted silver. A steady mix of masculine and feminine as he moved across the stage.

Wild curls looked black beneath the lilac light, but lacked the same depth as black hair. Probably a brunette or red head. The curls flopped over the top edge of a glimmering half-mask that resembled a fox's snout, the shadow covering the rest of his face, but not the cut of his jaw.

Andrew thought every stripper danced the same, that there could be no variation except between genders. He wasn't sure whether this was particular to the club or particular to this dance, but Andrew's mouth watered as he swung around and around his pole, sliding to the floor and arching his back before wrapping his legs back around the poll to hoist himself up.

Bills landed on the stage, but Lilith never stopped moving, climbing and careening around the stage.

He looked like he was trying to run from something, and Andrew wondered what the something could possibly be.

It had been awhile since Andrew had had such a visceral reaction to another person, his pants growing tighter with each passing moment and movement. He never moved, exactly like the others around him. Even the bartenders had come to a stop to watch the man at work.

What Andrew found curious and intriguing was the lack of actual stripping. Lilith never removed a scrap of clothing, only pulled and tugged at the fabric in suggestion. There was a flash of dimples and strap of a thong above his ass, a peak of tight curls beneath the waist of his shorts, a smear of lipstick across his jaw. His performance drove the crowd wild, but when Andrew caught a glimpse of raised scarring beneath the shirt, he knew it was to hide and not to tease. He'd wager even frequent customers had never seen more of Lilith's skin than what was already being shown.

And that was interesting.

He was intrigued in a way he knew he shouldn't be. No one with a good, stable life was stripping for a living, and Andrew's life was already messy enough without adding someone else's issues.

Nobody stripping for the Days had a stable life.

When Lilith spun to a stop at the end of the song, chest heaving, he stared across the room.

Andrew could have sworn he caught the flash of icy blue eyes staring at him.

…..

Neil sighed, pulling his mask off and staring at the smeared lipstick across his jaw where he'd fended off one of the regular female customers before going on stage. Sweat beaded on his brow, tracing down his temples. His shirt was completely soaked through, and his shorts were stuffed with bills from grubbed hands at the stage edge. No matter how classy Kevin claimed the club to be, the dancers were still strippers and the majority of customers were still gross and horny. He'd slowly started to pull the bills out when Dan clapped him on the shoulder.

“Great job out there, Neil! You really got them riled up, and you're still as popular as ever!” Dan exclaimed, ruffling his curls with a grin. Her smile fell into a neutral line as she wiped at the smudged lipstick. “You know, you don't have to do this, right? Just because you got us the positions. You've got your own work to handle.”

Neil smiled at her. “I know, but whatever I make here, I get to keep. I'm still paying off my parents' debts, and I can't do that and live at the same time if I'm just using what I get paid normally.”

She sat down beside him, turning him to face her so she could fix his makeup. “I know that, but Kevin had offered to help which is a miracle in and of itself. He's offered more than once, so you know he means it. Wouldn't he be better than Ichirou?”

Neil wanted to shake his head, but also didn't want his throat ripped out. Dan was applying small crystals to his freckled and would murder him if he ruined her work. “Ichirou is not the problem. We practically grew up together despite our fathers' best efforts. It's Lord Moriyama and his useless second son that are the problem. Lord Moriyama still doesn't trust me after my father didn't pull through on his side of the deal, and then let my mother run back to the Hatfords. No, I can't trade one thumb for another.” Neil was giving too much truth, and he felt his throat trying to constrict around his words with his need to clam up, but every one of the Foxes deserved his truth. After what his father had put them all through... They'd been through too much together to get a lie.

Dan sighed again, and sat back. “There. All fixed. Now change your shirt and shorts. You're disgusting.” Turning to glance over her shoulder as Neil followed her order, she shouted, “Allison, they're waiting for Aphrodite on stage!”

Neil gently pulled Allison to a stop before she passed him, pulling her down to whisper in her ear. “Can you check out someone for me? Blond. Short. Seated at the bar in a black suit. He's new, but doesn't look like a customer.”

Allison pressed a kiss to his temple, murmuring, “Sure thing, hon. I'll let you know what I collect after I make my rounds tonight.”

“Thanks.” Neil waited until Allison was gone and Dan had focused on him again to wave at his face. “What's all this for? I thought I didn't go on again till closing.”

“Right, but someone requested you.”

Narrowing his eyes and wrinkling his nose, he said, “I didn't put anything out saying I was taking requests tonight. You know that.” Neil only took requests when he was desperate for more cash, and Dan knew that as well too.

Dan nodded. “I know, but I wasn't able to turn them down this time. The request came from Kevin for someone else. He put down five figures. I figured you wouldn't mind if you were getting paid that much.”

Neil's mouth went dry. “How much if five figures? How does Kevin even have that much to throw around?”

“Fifteen thousand.”

“Jesus. Does he want me to fuck this guy on stage or something?” Neil asked jokingly, but Kevin with Riko could be unpredictable. He had to have faith that Kevin wouldn't ask something like that of him, and he didn't want to have to pull rank as a Wesninski and the Butcher's Son in the club. Even then, he'd only be able to pull rank on Kevin, not Riko. If it came down to a battle with Riko, the night would end with someone's blood on the walls. There was a lot of abuse and humiliation he was willing to take from Riko, but not that.

“Oh, come on!” Seth shouted from across the room where he was painting his chest bright orange, “You don't even get naked! Why are you getting paid the big bucks? How good are you at giving head, exactly?”

Neil didn't point out that he only ever 'gave head' to one person as he didn't have a choice in the matter. That wasn't information Seth should be privy to. He'd never hear the end of the gay slurs. He already got enough shit for being demisexual as it was.

“If you put half as much effort into your performance as Neil does, maybe you'd get paid more too. Unfortunately, you only attract one gender, and that's not enough,” Dan shot back at him as she smiled. Again, she returned her gaze to Neil while Matt intervened before Seth got himself killed. “So, the client is in a private room, last door on the left. Maybe he'll tip.”

Neil raised an eyebrow. “You think it's a guy?”

She shrugged. “Kevin doesn't have any women in his group, but who knows. Maybe he picked one up and is showing her a good time.”

“I doubt that. He just picked up three new bodyguards a month ago, and I don't think Coach would let women on his team with Riko around.” Neil pursed his lips, staring at the rust red of them in the mirror. After a moment, he fitted his mask back into place and stepped into a pair of lethal black heels. “I guess I'll see you in an hour or so.”

Dan waived, smiling cheekily. “Try to have some fun, Neil. Who knows? Maybe he has a sense of humor.”

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, he ducked out of the dressing room.

…..

The private rooms were for entertainment. Most of the time, that meant lap dances and some conversation. That's what they were meant for. For the customers to get a better look at their coveted performers. What a performer did in a private room with a customer was their business though. Most of the performers were willing to do a lot for a little bit more if Kevin turned a blind eye. His only stipulation was that they stay clean, free of any drugs that he wasn't pushing and STIs.

Some customers pushed for more than the performers were willing to give, even when they said now.

Neil wasn't innocent. When he needed money and there was an easy way to get it, he didn't waste time tiptoeing around options, but he had his boundaries.

The Foxes had made a name for themselves in both the pole dancing circles and sex worker circles. When it came to the private rooms, their word was law. After several bloodied noses and broken wrists, most everyone knew that when a Fox said no, it meant no. There was no pushing. There was no coaxing. There was no wheedling. They weren't afraid to kick a customer out, and they sure as hell weren't afraid to get violent if hands were put on them. The Foxes were known for their dances and their convictions.

Customers who requested them knew not to push.

That didn't mean the Foxes weren't willing to push the fold themselves.

Neil didn't push anything. After his mother had beat the desire out of him and Lola had taken what she'd wanted, he refused to touch anyone unless he was desperate. Even desperate, the furthest he would take it was a handjob and a few unenthusiastic kisses. He made enough money on stage most nights to cover living expenses, but feeding two people got expensive after awhile. Not including the clothes and doctor visits and shoes. When he didn't need money, he kept as much distance between himself and the customers as he could.

He rarely found a need to put himself in a private room, and he always had the same reaction at first. Nausea. Shoulders pulling tight. A sense of vertigo washed over him as he slipped into the dimply lit room and closed the door behind him.

The room was dark like the main room, all black and crimson curtains with accents of gold and dusty pink interspersed throughout. Candle light flickered along the walls, and soft rolling music played through hidden speakers. Allison's song choice thrummed through the ceiling, pulsing in his feet.

Neil knew there were microphones hidden for the performers' protection. He'd been the one to suggest their installation. If the performer ever uttered their safe word or 'No' three times in a row, guards would pull the performer out immediately.

Across the room, the man Neil had seen sitting at the bar turned to look at him. He was short, shorter than Neil at about five feet even, but his presence was overwhelming as he stared at Neil blankly. He wore all black from his shiny shoes to his belt to his tie. His hair and eyes were the only splashes of color.

Hazel eyes slid up and down Neil's body, but the man didn't move to come any closer.

Neil didn't know what he was supposed to do with this lack of reaction.

…..

Andrew was collected from the bar by Nicky just as the next dancer, a woman with long blonde hair and legs for miles, stepped out. Nicky led him upstairs, a sly smile on his lips.

Andrew narrowed his eyes in response. “What's going on? I thought Kevin wanted me to get too drunk to stand. He's ruining my streak,” he groused even though he hadn't really been drinking with purpose. He'd been sipping on his whiskey as he chatted with Roland about the dancers and skirmishes they got into. What problems could be found around the club. Which were related to Kevin and which weren't.

Really, he'd just been doing reckon, but Nicky didn't need to know that.

“A present from Kevin,” Nicky said vaguely as he opened a door and closed it behind Andrew.

Andrew knew where he was without having to be told. He'd been in a backroom like this at Eden's Twilight with Roland enough times. Granted, this was nicer, but it was also actually meant for entertainments where Eden's looked like it was simply where people went to hook-up. They were all the same in the end.

A place to have a tryst. A place to get a lap dance. A place to do business that wasn't of the body variety.

He wasn't happy Kevin had sent him there, but he was also mildly curious to see who Kevin had sent for. Who Kevin thought would be interesting enough to keep him busy.

After ten minutes, Andrew considered sitting down, but didn't want to give the dancer anything to assume. He wasn't there for a lap dance. He wasn't there for a blowjob. He was there without consent, and he knew most of the dancers had to have been pushed into situations they didn't want either.

The dancer from the first performance -Lilith- slipped into the room. He'd changed, but the outfit wasn't much different than the one before. Black shorts that were seemingly painted on, tassels of diamonds hanging from the waistband to tinkle quietly around his hips. Black top of nearly see through material with gauzy sleeves that draped around his arms. New red lipstick painted his mouth, almost the same color as his curls.

He was towering in black heels, his mask still in place as he leaned back against the door.

Andrew couldn't stop his eyes from dragging up and down the man, taking in his posture, how he seemed a little off kilter. He wondered if it was Andrew himself, the room, or just the situation that was causing him such visible discomfort.

A long, tense silence passed between them before either spoke.

“You're Kevin's new bodyguard. I didn't realize earlier. You, your twin and your cousin just joined his security detail. Renee said she knew you guys from before,” Lilith said, shoulders still pressed to the door with his back arched away from the fabric covered wood.

“And who are you to Kevin?” Andrew asked, suspicious and curious at once.

“A performer. An asset. Someone to take care of the dirty work.” The words rang with truth despite the mirth there, and Andrew had to wonder if the song and dance were familiar. “But for you? I can be anyone.”

Again, suspicion reared its head. With Riko in the same building, he couldn't be too careful, even if Kevin was the one who sent Lilith. That didn't mean people couldn't be paid off. “Why's that? Is that part of your gag?”

The man shrugged, a sly smile playing across his lips. Half lidded blue eyes looked out at him from the shadows of the mask. “Kevin paid fifteen thousand for me to be here, so I assume he wants me to make you happy. By whatever means that may be.”

Lilith sounded a little sick at the prospect, and Andrew didn't miss that hint in his voice. He was a good actor otherwise, his posture never changing.

The words made Andrew sick, and he wanted to strangle Kevin. Instead, he could just waste his money. “Stop standing like that.”

Those blue eyes blinked wide, and Lilith asked, “Like what?”

“Like you're trying to showcase something. It looks painful.”

A startled laugh fell from Lilith's mouth, and he relaxed against the door. “It kind of does,” he admitted.

“Take the shoes off.”

After a pause, Lilith sighed and stepped out of the shoes, dropping down much closer to Andrew's height. “Thank god. Those are torture. Have you ever tried?”

“No.” Andrew sat down on the couch that was across from the door, leaning back with his arms across his chest. He pointed to the cushion next to him. “Sit.”

Irritation flashed across Lilith's mouth as he hesitated. It disappeared as he padded over to the couch. His body was lithe and strong like he was aware of every aspect of himself. Sitting down, he left a substantial twelve inch gap between them, but turned to face him. “This is... unconventional. Most people want me to be naked by this point. Not that they get what they want, but...”

“I'm not people.”

Lilith laughed. “Clearly. So, is there anything I can do for you?” He crossed his legs at the ankles and folded his hands in his lap. “You've got fifteen thousand dollars worth for activities.”

Andrew let his eyes wonder over the man, considering. He knew what his body wanted. He knew that he wanted to spite Kevin for this. He knew that no matter how convincing the man was or what he was indirectly offering, Andrew could spot a liar a mile away. This man was a good one, practiced and adept, but not good enough. “Let me take off your mask, yes or no?”

Lilith tensed, but nodded. “Yes.”

Andrew spanned the space between them, reaching into Lilith's hair to rifle around for the string. Puling the bow open, he set the mask aside and sat back into his seat, opening the space between them again. He stared at the man's face, at the long lashes and gems glues to his face, the curls brushing his forehead, the highlighter on his cheekbones. “What's your name?” Beneath the makeup, he could still see the bumps and rises of burns beneath an eye.

“Neil Josten.”

Andrew sat the lie in the flutter of his eyelashes, just a minor drop. “That's not your real name.”

“No.”

“You prefer to go by Neil.”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Neil's eyes darted up to Andrew's face, surprised. “I-” He swallowed, dropping his eyes again. Taking a deep breath, he raised his eyes to meet Andrew's again, conviction in their blue depths. “What now?”

Andrew considered, chewing carefully on the inside of his cheek. “Take your shirt off, yes or no?”

“No,” Neil said immediately, flinching away from his eyes. He sputtered out a correction. “U-un-unless you really want me to.”

Interesting. “No. It's fine,” Andrew said, sliding further along the couch to give him more space, “Okay, but why? You're a stripper who doesn't take off his clothes. What are you hiding? We're playing a game here, Neil. Truth for truth. You give me a truth and I'll give you a truth.”

Neil stared at him silently for a long time before sighing. “Scars.”

“How many?”

“A lot.”

“As bad as the ones on your face?”

Neil's hand jumped up to press against the scars beneath his eyes, lips pressing into a thin line. “No. Worse.”

Andrew nodded, accepting that answer and motioning him to go.

Blinking in surprise, Neil dropped his hand. “What's your name?”

“I thought you already knew my name.”

Neil smiled. “I do, but you have a twin. I want to hear you confirm my suspicions.”

“Andrew Minyard.”

“And your twin is Aaron. Nicky is your cousin. He's nice. Always gives me a good tip when I take one of his requests. Never gets handsy unless I let him. I like their significant others too, even if I only know them from a distance.” He must have seen the unease flash across Andrew's face because he quickly said, “Sorry. Kevin's an important person to me and my family. I go overboard researching the people he's involved with so he doesn't get himself killed.”

Andrew narrowed his eyes, but he couldn't really fault him. It wasn't hard to research Aaron and Nicky anyway as their lives were documented on one or more social media pages. “Who gave you all the scars?”

Neil's jaw tightened, but he answered anyway. “My father and his associates.” His voice was tight, bitter. He sounded almost like he wanted to puke as he said, “Lola.”

“Lola,” Andrew mused, and again, Neil flinched, “What a stupid fucking name.”

Neil chuckled, the noise sounding forced to Andrew's ears. “Yes. Why did you decide to work for Kevin? How did that happen?”

“Riko tried to recruit me for his operation, but I don't work for homophobic piss babies. I needed a job, and Kevin -well, more Wymack- needed someone who could field Riko when he tries to overstep his line. Kevin and Wymack also agreed to hire my family. Riko didn't.”

“Sounds about right.”

“Which way do you swing?”

Neil smirked, and Andrew wondered how often he'd gotten the question. “I don't. I'm demisexual.”

“Interesting.”

Neil opened his mouth to ask his next question when he heard footsteps on the stairs. Instead, with wide eyes, he asked, “Can I touch you, yes or no?” mimicking Andrew's way of asking for permission. “Whoever that is, I need to convince them I'm doing my job.”

“Yes,” Andrew agreed and was surprised when Neil straddled his lap, sliding his fingers deep into Andrew's hair. The way Neil kissed was gentle and exploratory despite the situation. When Andrew gripped his thighs, he unconsciously arched into him.

The door opened without a knock, and Neil broke away a second later to stare over his shoulder accusingly. “What, Jean? I'm busy.”

“Clearly.” His eyes trailed up and down Neil, disgust etched into the curve of his lips. “Little Boss just called bother Riko and Kevin. You are to call him at your earliest convenience.”

“Thanks for the message. Now get out.”

“Putain,” the man muttered as he slammed the door closed.

Neil didn't move as his footsteps disappeared down the hall. With a sigh, he looked down into Andrew's impassive expression. “Well, guess this is ending a little early.”

“I suppose.”

Still, Neil didn't move, a sly smile pulled at his lips. “I'd like to kiss you again. It was pleasant. Also... do you want me to take care of that for you?” He pointed between their bodies where Andrew pressed hard against his ass, but politely kept his eyes on Andrew's.

Andrew was achingly hard in his pants, but he wouldn't ask for anything Neil didn't want. He didn't even know if Neil actually liked men or not. He needed to look up 'demisexual' when he had a moment. “Are you asking as part of your job or because you want to?”

Neil smiled at him, carding his fingers idly through Andrew's hair. “Because I want to. Because you listened when I said no, and didn't expect anything from me. Because you went out of your way to make me feel comfortable. Those shoes really are the worst after awhile.”

“Save it for another time,” Andrew decided.

This time, Neil beamed. “Sure thing. Bit I will ask for another kiss.”

“Demanding,” Andrew commented, but obliged as he tangled a hand in the curls at the back of Neil's head and pulled him down. When they pulled apart, he asked, “When will I see you again?” Because he was weak. He was weak for a pretty face and shady back story and the ability to listen.

'And to keep an eye on him to make sure he's not a threat to Kevin,' he told himself, even though it was a blatant lie.

“So eager,” Neil flirted, lifting himself from Andrew's lap to straighten out his clothing, “Probably sooner than you might imagine.” He plucked up his mask from beside Andrew.

“That's not an answer.”

“My schedule is never for sure, but I'm here most night. Come by any time. Ask for my by name instead of my stage name, and they'll send someone back for me. If you keep treating me like a gentleman instead of a whore, you won't even have to have Kevin pay for me.”

Andrew sat up straight. “I didn't-”

“I know. Just teasing. I'll see you soon, Andrew, and...” Neil trailed off, head ducking as he stood in the doorway and tugged his heels back on. When he finally lifted his head again, there was a sad smile gracing his lips. “Thank you. I mean it.”

And then he was gone.

Andrew dealt with himself quickly, using the supplies he found in a back corner to clean up before stepping out. He sat down heavily beside Nicky outside the VIP room. “I'm done for tonight if you want to drink.”

Nicky shook his head, but put away his phone and turned eagerly to face Andrew. “So, how was it?”

…..

Neil slipped from the room and immediately downstairs to call Ichirou. “Lord Moriyama, what can I do for you?” he asked politely because he knew Ichirou thought it was arbitrary. It made him uncomfortable, and being brothers, it was fun to needle him sometimes. “Oh, sorry. Slip of the tongue. Little Boss, what can I do for you?”

“I've told you not to call me that, Nathaniel,” Ichirou quipped back, “Either of those things.”

“Not as long as you keep calling me that.”

Ichirou chuckled quietly before his voice turned stoic. “I need you tonight. I've told the other to two stay clear for the night. I understand they're at the club currently?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Your man is already here. I'm having Moreau come in to begin set up.”

“Understood.” Neil shifted his weight from one foot to the other in the dressing room, not looking at himself in the mirror as he pulled a wig with long rust red curls into place. The hair cascaded down his back, ending at his waist. “I have to take care of one small thing before I change and head in. Is that possible?” He shimmied into a silver shimmery dress with a plunging back, the only one he ever wore into the VIP room.

“Do as you need to take care of Jane,” Ichirou told him, “I hope to see her again soon.”

“This weekend. Dinner,” Neil said, tying his mask back into place. Dressed as he was, he could almost believe he was a woman.

“Good. See you soon.”

The line clicked dead, and Neil dropped his phone back into his drawer. Renee and Matt stared at him with worry as he stepped into high silver stilettos.

He turned to them, holding out his arms. “How do I look?”

“Stunning. As always,” Renee sighed, and stepped close to fix his smeared lipstick. “We need to invest in that kind that stays forever. You go through so much lipstick. Will you need me tonight?”

“Later. I'll have Jean call,” he sighed. Before he hurried out, Matt grabbed hold of his arm.

“Don't let him push you around, Neil. You're not an object,” Matt whispered so Seth couldn't hear him.

Everyone, but Seth knew what happened to Neil in the VIP room, knew that he was one of the only ones it ever happened to. Knew it happened to degrade him and nothing more. They'd all had to pull him back together one night or another.

They worried, but worry never saved anyone.

Neil sighed again and pulled free. “Not my choice, Matt.”

“Not yet, but it will be.”

Neil smiled his wide, fake, plastic smile. “I can only hope.”

Nothing would get better for him until Kengo Moriyama finally found himself in the grave.

…..

He knocked on the door to the VIP room, not glancing at Andrew or Nicky as they eyed him. He could only hope that Andrew didn't recognize him with the long sleeve and hair and dress, which was for the best. If they made eye contact, that might not have been the case.

“Enter!” came Riko's imperious voice, and Neil repressed a growl.

He pushed open the door to purple satin and blue light, and Riko with Thea sitting on his knee like a very pretty dark doll. A scowl graced her painted mouth as Riko's hand played idly with the strings of her corset. When his hand drifted between her thighs, she slapped his hand away. “No means no.”

Neil was glad to see she hadn't lost her fire. She'd always been the strongest of them, but he wished Kevin would just get the guts to ask her out instead of shooting angry glares towards them while Jeremy sat against his leg and laughed generously. The best thing about the situation was that Jean wasn't there also mooning over Jeremy.

God, the VIP room was just a roiling pool of sexual tension. He wished Kevin and the others would get themselves into a happy polyamorous relationship.

“Ooooh, the Silver Fox is here!” Jeremy crowed, jumping to his feet and folding Neil in his arms. In his ear, Jeremy whispered, “I didn't know or I would have found a way to stop it.” When he pulled back, he trailed his lips along Neil's cheek.

Neil caught the front of his corset, whispering back. “It's fine. He didn't call for me today. Something else.”

Jeremy was beaming as he pulled back, leading Neil over to Kevin. He dropped onto the left arm of Kevin's chair, pulling Kevin's arm around his hips and tucking his fingers between his legs, unashamed.

Neil smiled seductively, leaning into Kevin's right ear as he gripped his wrist. “Can you grab Jane from the babysitter tonight? Ichirou...”

Kevin turned into Neil's neck and whispered, “Yes,” against his skin.

When Neil pulled away, he pressed a long kiss to Kevin's mouth. He beamed as he pulled back. “Well, that is all the time I have tonight,” he announced, turning back towards the door and hoping he'd get away, but Riko's voice filled the room again.

“Wesninski,” Riko called.

Kevin stared at him with a warning in his eyes as Neil winked and turned.

Stepping up to Riko's side, he snarked, “How may I help you on this fine evening, sir?” He smiled, and tried to keep the venom out of his words.

Motioning him down with two fingers, Riko wrapped a hand around the back of Neil's neck. “Next week, you will be here. We have an appointment to keep.” His hand slipped down from Neil's neck, following the curve of his back and slipping beneath the edge of his dress then the strap of his thong. “Think about the baby.” Riko hand pulled away, but gripped the back of his thigh hard enough to bruise. “Don't miss our appointment again. Understand?”

Anger and revulsion welled in Neil's chest, but he only barely managed to keep it contained. “Yes.” He stood straight, and gave the room another blinding smile. “Have a good night.”

Stepping out into the hall, Neil only managed to contain himself long enough to not slam the door. Instead, he threw a fist at the wall. He hissed at the pain that spiraled up his forearm, cursing at the split skin across his knuckles. “Fuck! God fucking dammit! Jesus fuck! Fucking Riko, piece of fuck! Nasty ass hands!” He dug the folded bills out of the strap of his thong, throwing them at the floor. He punched the wall again.

He'd forgotten Andrew and Nicky were outside the door until he heard their chairs move.

“Stop.” Andrew's strong, steady voice said behind him, grabbing his wrist as he made to punch the wall again. “You're going to break your hand. You're already bleeding.”

“Neil,” Nicky said gently, “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Neil growled harshly, but couldn't stop from looking at Andrew.

Andrew glanced at him, recognition there, but nothing more. He dropped his eyes to Neil's hand, flexing each finger and then his wrist. “Nothing serious. Maybe a jammed finger or two. You should get that cleaned, bandaged and iced as soon as possible.” He didn't comment about the tears on Neil's cheeks.

Taking a step back, Andrew bent down to pick up the bills and pressed them into Neil's uninjured hand, meeting his eyes. “Whatever this is, it's not worth hurting yourself over.”

“'Kay,” Neil whispered, flabbergasted as he stared through the guise of his mask, but he felt like Andrew could see right through him. It made him uncomfortable.

His mouth was dry.

Swallowing, he turned. “Nicky, I'm sorry for yelling,” he said.

Tears filled Nicky's brown eyes, a smile splitting his face from ear to ear. “Oh, Neil, honey!” he cried, enveloping Neil in an all encompassing hug that made Neil want to cry while simultaneously drying out his well of emotions.

“Thanks, but I have to go now, Nicky. It was... it was nice to meet you, Andrew. See you guys soon.” Trying to contain his shakiness, Neil strode away. He needed to change, fix his hand, and get to Ichirou before he started asking questions.

Because Ichirou didn't know.

And Neil never wanted him to find out.

…..

“He was trying to sabotage a shipment.” Ichirou, dark and lithe and several inches taller than Neil, stood over the whimpering man as Neil pulled on the gloves Jean had set out for him. “He was caught with a detonator in his hand. Cheep. Clearly homemade. It might not have even worked.”

The man had a head of mousy blond hair that was streaked red with darkly tanned skin. His fingers were laced behind his back, wrists tied to the simple wooden chair like his ankles. A gag had been shoved in his mouth, ear plugs wedged in his ears, and a blindfold covered his eyes.

“Who do you think he works for?” Neil asked, stepping towards the chair and unceremoniously throwing his aching fist. The impact against the man's jaw made his knuckles bleed all over again, but he held back the flinch of pain. He should have just hit him with his left hand. “Do you think this is going to be a problem?”

Ichirou looked around to where Jean stood against the wall, eyes sharp and narrowed and as dark as his brother's. “Moreau. Out. Watch the door. No one is allowed in.”

Jean bowed out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him.

Turning back, Ichirou said in a low voice. “I think he works for my brother.”

Neil paused where he was considering his tray of tools, eyes wide. “What? Why would he sabotage his own shipment?”

“Profit; if he exports than he can sell at whatever price he likes and keep everything for himself. Blackmail; he may be trying to ruin Kayleigh and Kevin. Favor; if he knocks them out of standing with my father, there will be an opening to step into. There are too many possibilities to consider. He doesn't realize he'll never be apart of the family the way he wants to no matter what he does.”

“Why Riko specifically though? Are there any clue to his immediate involvement?” Neil stared at the man in the chair, eyes narrowing. There was a cold, hollow spot in the middle of his chest that he was all too familiar with. It's where he retreated when Riko degraded him, when he killed, when he remembered his parents. “You don't think it's just my father's loyalists?”

“No. There have been shipments going missing more and more often. Riko's spending had increased. When the shipments are stolen, there is little to no casualties. Also, the raven tattoo behind his ear. It might be a coincidence, but...”

Neil allowed his father's ugly smile to pull up his lips. “Well, let's ask then.” He ripped the plugs from the man's ears and the gag out of his mouth. He yanked the man's head back by the hair at the back of his skull. “Who do you work for?”

“I-I-I-I don't know.”

“Wrong answer, handsome.” Neil held the man's head still before driving his fist straight into his nose. Cartilage shattered beneath his knuckles and blood gushed down the man's mouth. “Try again.”

“I don't know!” he shouted.

“Still the wrong answer.” Neil spent several long minutes like that, asking the same question and systematically hurting the man more when he got the same answer. Blood splattered his face, dripping down his cheek. His fist ached in its glove.

The man only spoke after Neil had broken his index finger. “Okay! Okay! I'll tell you what I know!”

Neil paused where he'd been bending the man's second finger back towards his wrist, relaxing the tension.

The man dragged in a shuddering breath. “I don't know what his name is. I really don't. I just know he's part of some big important family or something. They call him the Raven King or some stupid shit like that. I never met with him face to face. There were middle men. Idiots dressed in all black who move completely in sync. It's terrifying. I was paid thirty thousand to blow up half the shipment and take the other half. I got caught before I could do anything. I don't know anything else! Please don't kill me!”

Neil and Ichirou made eye contact over the man's head. “Were you working alone?” Neil asked, “Where were you supposed to drop the shipment?”

“N-no, but she ran off when she saw me get snatched. I've never met her before tonight. I don't know her name. I don't know anything about her.” He was breathing harder. “I was supposed to drop it off at some sports stadium. It's not used anymore. The sport never got off the ground or something.”

“Hm. What about the tattoo behind your ear?”

“Drunk night when I was sixteen.”

Neil stood, walking around behind the man. He waited for Ichirou's nod to continue. He gripped the man's head. “Thank you for your cooperation.” The snap of his neck dissipated from the room quickly enough, absorbed by black sound proofing and heavy curtains. “What do you want me to do about this?”

They both knew he wasn't walking about the body. He never disposed of the bodies, just like his father never had. That was someone else's job, but he usually paid Renee a pretty penny for her services. He trusted her more than he trusted any of the lackeys walking around the estate.

“I'm giving you permission to gather evidence against my brother for this. You may use whoever and whatever means you see fit. Once you have what we need, given my father's approval, you will kill my brother.”

Neil's blood began to boil with anticipation. When he finally got his hands on Riko, he'd rip him to shreds. They wouldn't be able to tell Neil's work from his father's.

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Demons(you).me - Chapter 6 Redgrave Market

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Summary:

In a city controlled by the generally altered race of Demons, Lady's life as a mercenary on the lower floor was never easy. Especially when she ran into Dante. A demon on the hunt for his missing brother.

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Important information!

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Realtionships: Dante x Lady, Vergil x Lady

Characters: Lady, Dante, Vergil, Morrison, Nell Goldstien, Eva, Sparda, Mundus

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Genetic Engineering, Sci-fi Fantasy, Strip Clubs and Strippers, Dystopia, Seizures, Flirting, Eva and Sprada are alive!, Human Experimentation, Cults.

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Chapter 6

“Hang on. You want me to do what?!” A familiar deep voice, on the other end of the phone, exclaimed.

“I need you to find us a way into that event, Morrison!” Lady repeated herself; words laced with growing frustration. Her hand tightening its hold around the bright yellow ceiling handle hanging above her. “Yes, I know you don’t deal with the Cult of Fortuna! But this is really kinda urgent!”

The heat of the compartment was really starting to get to her. Sweat beads welling up on her forehead and covering it in a wet, salty glaze. It was hard to tell if this was because of the stress of negotiating with Morrison, or the 60 or so people rammed into the same monorail cart around her - pressed up against one another like sheep in an inclosed pen. It felt as though she was being cooked in a gruelling dry oven. The air conditioning unit stationed above her, trying its best as it worked overtime to pump small blasts of cool air in the mercenary’s direction, to little avail except for a brief millisecond of chilly relief she gained from it.

Her compatriots, likewise, also seemed to be uncomfortable in their current situation.

Apparently, Dante’s already non-existent attention span had been quickly eroded away in the 15 or so minutes he had been forced to stand here. Well…not really stand. As he had leaned back against one of the glass archways, in-between the main seating area and the exit door, arms crossed. Obviously rather bored, if the occasional upset, deep sighs she heard coming from his direction, were anything to go by. Alongside the sweet sound of him humming some kind of rock song, unbeknownst to anyone but himself, and tapping his foot on the floor to its invisible beat. His eyes closed, although occasionally peaking one sapphire eye open to see if their final destination was coming up on the floating holographic sign above them. Only to always be sorely disappointed, then returning to his sweet humming.

Vergil, meanwhile, was sitting on a small plastic bench in between the pair of them. It seemed he had declared some sort of silent, and bloody war against a screaming and whining young child across from them; the child’s ignorant mother taking no action to stop them. His sharp eyes fixed intently on the small, high-pitched creature. Glaring at them angrily, as though the demon thought that by some miracle, it would get the child to shut up. That...obviously wasn’t working however, and the little boy continued to screech regardless.

Lady took the opportunity to slip a glance over her shoulder at the elder twin, while her conversation between her and her employer lulled for a moment. Morrison deep in thought as he lit up another cigar.  

It was crystal clear from how tense and rigid the blue demon’s body language was becoming - his sharp pale jawline, peaking from beneath the veil of shadows covering his aristocratic features, hardening - that Vergil was soon going to blow. Massively. Which given the elder twin's track record for bloody slaughter, could only really lead to a disaster on a packed train like this. All Lady could do was hold her breath, and hope they could get off this nightmarish train before that happened.

“Alright. Cause’ its you little missy, I’ll see what I can do.” Morrison relented. A touch of fatherly gruffness to his voice. "Not making any promises though. Fuck. I don’t even wanna to think about whose strings I’m gonna have to tug to pull this off!”

“I certainly appreciate it, Morrison. Cheers.” Lady thanked, before ending the call. Sliding her phone into her skirt pocket.

“So is he going to do it?” Dante asked. Smiling hopefully at her.

“Sounds like it.” Lady confirmed with a nod. Switching her cramping arm, holding onto the ceiling handle, over to the other. “I’m sure he’ll pull through with something.”

More accurately, they needed him to pull through with something.

Despite being the one to send them off on this perilous quest in the first place. Augustus had been kind enough to provide them as much information as he could gather about this “Charity Ball”. Sending through several of the emails he had received from the cult’s network, after the group had handed back his laptop.

And it was just as well he had! Because, as it turned out, the Charity Ball drastically moved location every time it was held. From fancy restaurants on the middle floor to a gentrified warehouse in the slums. However, this time it seemed the location of choice was a small expo centre. Ironically, it was surprisingly close to the hotel where she had first encountered Vergil.

But, even if they at least knew this secret meeting's location, it still didn’t mean they had any way to actually enter the Ball. It was an invite only event. Unless Lady wanted to bankrupt herself a few hundred times over, she sure as hell was not buying her way inside! It wasn’t even like the twins could do much to help either, even with their father’s limitless wealth. As Vergil had pointed out, it would be obvious they came from a demonic household, given that they weren’t already a part of the pre-established wealthy society of humans. And thus, given the Cult of Fortuna’s fears about being found out by the demonic authorities, they’d be swiftly rejected regardless.

“MUUUUUUUUUUM I WANNA GET OFF! THIS SO BORING!” The bratty child screamed at the top of his lungs. Before pointing a chubby finger over in the group's direction. “SERIOUSLY THIS PLACE SMELLS FUNNY!! ESPECIALLY THAT CREEPY GUY WHO KEEPS STARING AT ME-“

The child didn’t have a chance to finish. Pinned against the opposite train wall by the sharp tip of Yamato’s silver blade, held dubiously resting above the boy's heart, in less than the blink of an eye. The boy fell, choked on his words. Only letting out a small whimper in terror as he looked up at the towering man before him. The whole crowd erupted into a mania of panicked screaming and backing away from the scene. Leaving a circle of free space around them.

Crap, this isn’t good! Lady thought to herself. Silently cursing the child for antagonising Vergil when they had seemed so close to being able to get off without a hitch. The next station’s only a minute away, dammit!

“What on earth are you doing!” The child’s mother cried hysterically. Reaching out to push him off her son, before being stopped dead in her tracks by Vergil’s cutting glare.

“Teaching your child the consequences of his actions.” Vergil informed her sharply. A look of genuine confusion shot onto the woman’s features at his declaration. As though she had no idea what he was talking about."You really are a terrible mother, aren’t you? Don’t you realise there are other people on this train who do not wish to hear your child's screeching? You are not only neglectful to your son, but also to common decency.”

The mother grew enraged at his accusation. Clenching one hand tightly around the handle of her crimson handbag, as her heart-shaped face twisted and disfigured in offence. “B-but I don’t control what my son does! He’s his own person-“

“Yes. But as his guardian you have an obligation to do something, woman!” Vergil snapped angrily.

“Yeah, as much as my bro might be overreacting. He’s kinda got a point lady.” Dante chimed in. Causally moving to stand over beside Vergil so that they were back to back; Dante leaning a portion of his body weight against his brother.

Subtly, he elbowed his twin’s lower back. Getting Vergil’s attention off the child and towards him. The blue demon tilted his head over his shoulder in Dante’s direction, before leaning in close and whispering into his ear. “Think the kid’s got the idea, Verge. Wanna let him go?”

At his brother’s words, Vergil withdrew his blade. Returning Yamato back to its holster under his coat with a satisfying click. He turned away with a flourish of his blue coat, leaving the now silent child in his tracks. As he headed for the train doors, the packed crowd standing in his path shifted aside for him, like he was parting the Red Sea, just as a masculine, artificial voice stated; “We will shortly be arriving at Redgrave Market Station. Please stand clear of the doors for those exiting.”

“That’s our stop! You coming babe?” Dante called out over his shoulder, walking straight past Lady after his brother, as the train’s heavy doors slid open and bright artificial street light flooded through into the dim cabin. Illuminating their escape.

“Yep!” Lady exclaimed, embarrassingly high-pitched. Finding it hard to keep her cool with all these people, likely hundreds, staring at her. After quickly sparing a glance to check if the young boy was ok - which seemed to be the case, as his mother cradled the now crying child close to her chest, ironically finally paying him the scrap of obviously needed attention - the mercenary fled the train just as its metal doors slammed shut behind her.

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Cold | 13

Wolf! AU

☾ Min Yoongi x Reader

☾ Enemies To Lovers

☾ Word Count: 3.6k

Yoongi hated you from the moment you joined the pack — however it seems he’s had quite the change of heart

Warnings: unprotected sex, degrading, lots of filth, have fun ya nasties :3

A/n: lmao I’ve updated the “synopsis” — if you saw this posted earlier I apologize lmaoo But This is much longer than what accidentally posted earlier

Also maybe I lied about some plot development :3

You had practically collapsed into bed after the tub. The rest of your day and night spent in a daze of rough sex, sleep and a bit of food. However it wasn’t until you woke up before the sun the following day that you remembered just how miserable heats could be.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Was the first thought that entered your mind when you woke up dripping sweat. Your body was on fire from the inside out and the pain in your abdomen was nearly blinding. You found it hard to breathe for a few moments, silently begging for the pain to subside.

You usually set alarms on your phone when you went into heat. They woke you up every few hours during the night so you could relieve the build-up before it became too painful. You were now realizing that you completely forgot to do so. After a few agonizing seconds — ones that felt like an eternity— you could breathe again. The pain subsiding enough that you could shake Yoongi awake.

“Help…” you hated how hoarse and weak you sounded but those cramps were enough to scare the shit out of you. You definitely didn’t want to feel that again. “Hey, hey don’t cry I’m right here. Yoongi opened his arms wide for you and you crawled over. His scent enveloping you and you seemed to be able to breathe again. “Soft?” You nodded against his skin. Cheeks damp with tears you hadn’t even realized you had shed.

He kissed you softly, treating you like a delicate flower. Quite the opposite of the way he was acting before you two inevitable passed out for the rest of the night. He could sense how scared you were, and quite frankly it scared him too. “Let me make it better baby.” You nodded, laying on your back and allowing him to climb on top of you. He kissed your whole face. Your forehead, your eyes, your cheeks, nose, lips. Everything.

All the while he was gently entering you. His length filling you effortlessly while simultaneously easing the burning aftermath of your cramps. “Ahh…” you sighed out in relief as he bottomed out. His tip slightly brushing against your sweet spot — the term made you cringe but it really was the best way to describe it. He began thrusting slowly, dragging out the experience to keep you pain free for a bit longer.

“I don’t know why it’s so painful this time around. You’d think finally having a mate would make it a bit easier huh?” Yoongi kissed your cheek before responding. “It’s different each time. Just like how it is with ruts. Some ruts I can spend most of the day out in the woods or around the cabin without so much as needing to pleasure myself. And then I’ll have the Rut where I can’t even leave the cabin. Needing to relieve my frustrations every thirty to forty minutes.”

You hated to admit the idea of Yoongi being stupidly horny only made you want him to thrust harder. “You like that idea didn’t you.” You looked at him with wide eyes when he asked. “How—“ his chuckle made your heart flutter. “You clenched around me when I talked about it. Just in case you forgot I’m sorta inside you right now.” You began to laugh at that, the blunt cheekiness of his comment making you feel light and airy. “I love you.”

The words slipped of your tongue and you smiled. Yoongi seemed a bit taken back by your comment. The genuine love behind those three words made a gummy like grin appear on his soft features. “I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you and hugging him tightly. “Thank you.” You placed a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck. “For what?” His voice was muffled against your skin.

“For being you.”

You certainly weren’t expecting his reaction. His arms moved from Your sides up to your back, wrapping around you tightly and pulling you to his chest as he began thrusting at a steady pace. “Do you want pups?�� The question paired right after that gesture surprised you. “Of course. It’s been a dream since I was little.” He fell silent for a moment. The only sound that could be heard was the soft squelch emitting from his thrusts into you.

“Would you be scared if you got pregnant after this heat?” It was quite the odd time to be having such a serious conversation. “Well, no. I don’t think I’d be scared necessarily. We are still pretty young, yes. But neither of us have been using contraceptives. Plus you’ve sorta come inside me more times than I can count in the last two And a half days. If I’m not pregnant by the end of this rut I’d be a bit concerned that I’m infertal.”

Again silence followed for a few moments. “I was thinking the same thing y/n. We just haven’t said it out Loud.” You ran your fingers through his hair as he spoke. “So you figured right as you’re about to come would be the right time?” His hips stuttered for a moment at that. “How’d you know?” You chuckled by his surprised reaction, his voice raising an octave. “I can feel you twitching. We’ve done this enough that I’m picking up on your signs my love.”

“Are you close?” You Shook your head against the pillow. “No, and I’m glad because I was kinda thinking maybe you could…” he caught on as your cheeks flushed a shade of crimson. He hadn’t gone down on you like that since the second time you had sex. So...just the other day. “Fucking hell y/n…” his hips stuttered as he picked up the pace. “Only you could suggest something so lewd so sweetly…” you felt a wave of pride wash over you as he groaned. Emptying the contents of his release into you. “The things you do to me y/n, I should punish you. But really that wouldn’t make much sense huh? Punishing you for bringing me so much pleasure would be stupid. How about a reward instead?”

You nodded, teeth sinking into your lower lip as he kissed his way down to your core. His lips pressed against your pulse point before moving to your jaw. Following your jaw he kissed and nipped your collarbone. Moving further south to kiss The Valley between your breasts and then stomach. Lastly your abdomen before settling between your thighs. “So pretty…” You vaguely noted that the sun began to rise. The darkness of the night being washed away by a dark blue just outside your window.

You let your head rest fully against the pillow. Eyes fluttering shut as you patiently waited for Yoongi to get to work. After a moment of slight teasing his tongue delved between your folds. “Ahh fuck…” his hands came up to grip both of your thighs. The simple action solely to keep your legs open wide for him while he did his job.

His lips suctioned around your clit and you gasped, back arching slightly as his tongue poked sensitive little bud. Each movement sent a new wave of pleasure through you — bringing you closer and closer to your release. Any second now and you’d be brought to your blissful end, except it didn’t come. Literally you didn’t come. “Yoongi?” He had stopped completely, pulling away to smirk up at you. “The longer I fuck you the longer you go without cramps. Let me take my time with you baby.”

“Taking your time doesn’t mean you’re obligated to deny me of my release!” You whined helplessly as he buried his face between your legs. Tongue working you all over again as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Only to deny you again. “Yoongi!” He chuckled, a sly grin on his face as he looked up at you. “It’s called edging for a reason baby.”

You flopped helplessly back against the pillow. Two times you’d nearly come, only to be denied the chance. It was like getting all the way to the front of the line only to be told you had to go back to the end. “You’ll be the death of me Yoongi…” he didn’t even bother with a response. His face vanishing Between your thighs once again. The only thing is — it got worse. The more he edged you the quicker you Came to nearly coming.

All You needed after this was for him to pull away a tiny bit too late. Leaving you with a pitiful orgasm. “Yoongi I swear to god, you better not pull away too late.” You felt him smile against your folds. A loud groan leaving your lips ask you realized he’d love nothing more than to do that to you. “I’ll literally kill you Yoongi!” Your hand came down to grip his hair, forcing his face to stay right where you wanted it. “Please, you better let me come this time…”

The laughter that left him was that of a giddy kid. That was more than enough to tell you , you weren’t coming for a while. “Might as well just sit back and enjoy it baby.” Your head shot up from the pillow “I would enjoy it more if you’d let me come damnit.” You we’re going to complain more but the grin that appeared on his face made your heart flutter. “Soon baby I promise, just a couple more times…”

You flopped back against the pillow, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. “I’m going to get you back for this Min Yoongi.” His laughter vibrated against your clit and you jumped.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you baby.” His tone alone sent your thoughts spiraling. The ideas running through your head on how you could make your alpha obey you. Before you knew it you were gasping as you nearly reached your peak. Only for Yoongi to pull away with a sly grin.

“It’s official. I hate you cat eyes.”

But even as you said it you began to laugh. And shorty his laughter followed. “Hey where do you think you’re going!” At this point Yoongi was hovering above you. Mouth nowhere near where you wanted it to be. “What does it look like?” You glanced down to see him positioning his length at your entrance. The tip a bright red and oozing Precum.

“I think I just may come the second you put it in at this point Yoongi. I’m fucking aching and you leave me high an— oh…” the words died on your lips as he pushed himself in. His length stretching your walls perfectly as he bottomed out. “Better?” You nodded, eyes glazing over as you waited for him to move. After a few moments of nothing you groaned. “I just may kill you Min Yoongi. I swear to fucking god if you don’t stop teasing me I’ll…”

You were silenced by a simple roll of his hips. The sensations sending sparks through your whole body. “Fuck!” Your eyes rolled back for a second, the need to find release overwhelming. “You’re killing me here cat eyes…” finally it seemed Yoongi was giving in. His hips starting at a harsh and steady pace.

“You’ve endured enough baby, I’ll reward you don’t worry.” He kissed you softly, hips bucking into yours harder . You sink your teeth into his bottom lip, tugging at it softly so he couldn’t pull away. A low growl emitted from him, the grip he had on your waist tightening as he pulled you impossibly closer. “Needy are we?” His voice was an octave lower than before. His whole aura changing as he thrust into you.

“Very…” both hands came up to cup his face, looking at him carefully before kissing him again. His hips stopped moving, becoming far too preoccupied while kissing you. After a moment you mumbled, moving your hips yourself as you spoke. “Move cat eyes.” He chuckled, sighing about how needy you were being. He was only trying to rile you up.

“You know missionary is great and all but…” your turn to rile him up it seems. You watched a steely look of determination enter his eyes. “I mean, don't get me wrong cat eyes, I like it but it’s kinda...boring.” It only took a little more taunting before he pulled out completely, grabbing you roughly and flipping you over so you laid on your side. “This what you want baby? For me to fuck You like a little slut.” That was the first time he’d ever used such a degrading term.

And you liked it.

“Yes, please… fuck…” you gasped when he entered you again. Pushing both your legs together—creating a perfectly tight slot for him to thrust. “How’s That Then Baby? On your side hmm? Legs pressed together so you’re even tighter for me?” You couldn’t speak. This new position allowing him to hit places you didn’t think was possible. “Come On Baby use your words…”

After a second you choked it out “good! Fuck, so good…” your orgasm came fast, coming before you could even acknowledge it. You felt your jaw go slack, eyes fluttering shut as you were sure you looked oh-So attractive. Had Yoongi not been so fascinated and concentrated he would have chuckled. “Well Jesus y/n you made a mess.”

His hips never ceased as you opened your eyes and looked down. Chest heaving after the intensity of your own orgasm. “Christ did I…” Yes in fact, you did. “You soaked the sheets… I’m impressed.” You glanced up at him, cheeks red as he chased his high. “This may be the weirdest thing you’ve ever been proud of”

“Eh you should be impressed, that was a lot of..”

“Yoongi!”

He laughed, hips stuttering for a moment as he struggled to catch his breath. “God you’re cute.” He came only a few seconds later. His eyes fluttering shut as his mouth hung open. For an odd moment you had the urge to make him a whimpering mess. After a few seconds his eyes opened — a dopey look on his face as he carefully pulled out.

“We should change the sheets, but I’m so fucking tired.” Absentmindedly he collected his seed as it leaked out of you. Slowly shoving it back in with two fingers. You were to sleepy even react. “We can change them when we wake up, and then shower after…”

“That sounds like a plan…”

Yoongi flopped beside you, eyes shutting just as his head hit the pillow beside you. You laughed softly, hand coming up to run through his hair , just before you joined him in sleep.

**

You were running, feet barely touching the ground as you moved. Were you running from someone? Or running after someone? You were sure but you knew to keep going — heart fluttering in your chest as you sprinted towards an unknown goal.

“Y/n!”

You faultered, hearing your own name caught you off guard. The voice Itself was deep and gruff — But familiar as well. Yet you didn’t slow as you ran through the forest, feet flying as you attempted to reach the field the in the distance. You didn’t know why but that’s where you had to go.

“Y/n!”

This time you tripped, catching yourself before hitting the ground. It was closer now, the voice the same as before yet different, younger some how. You couldn’t figure out what was happening. You kept moving. “What the fuck is happening”

“Y/n! Stop!”

You fell this time, skidding across the dirt of the forest. You were so close. You pushed yourself up slowly, sitting as you brushed dirt off your arms and chest. “Y/n, I told you to stop.” You froze, looking up slowly to see a man.

You didn’t recognize him — not fully at least. He looked so familiar. What was it about him. “W..Who…” he shook his head, squating down so you were eye level. “That isn’t important. But I need you to know, you’re in danger.” Your eyebrows furrowed, looking at him quizzically. “And why would I trust you”

“Because I could just let you suffer unaware. Instead I’m giving you a warning, to protect you and your mate. As well as your pack and…” he cut himself off, shaking his head with a laugh. “You’re in danger y/n. And I need you to be aware of this. He’s coming for you.”

“Jinyoung?”

“Yes, he’s livid. He wants you back. And he isn’t afraid to kill if need be.” Your heart skipped a beat, the nagging thought still remained— why does he look so familiar. “What do I need to do.” He sighed, shaking his head and looking around. “That I don’t know. But you need to be aware of the signs when he’s near. Lemon — his scent. And thunder. I’m not sure when he’s coming for you y/n. But I know it’s on a day when a powerful storm will hit the mountains. He’ll use the weather to his advantage.”

“Because it will impair a wolf’s senses. Our scents and his will be shrouded by the rain. Then how am I to know he’s near if I can’t smell him.” The boy shook his head. “You won’t know until he’s nearly with you. That’s why you must stay close to your pack. To your mate. I know you can handle yourself m… y/n. But you need the advantage of a lot of alphas. Since it’s going to be coming with friends.”

You nodded, feeling uneasy. You stared down at your hands for a moment, noting the cuts that had blossomed due to your fall. When you looked up again. The boy was gone.

**

You shot up in bed, the sheets tangled around you as you fought for air. Your heart was racing, and unlike the day prior — Yoongi was still beside you. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” He was only half awake, but becoming more alert with each second.

You ran your hands through your hair, digging your nails into your scalp in an attempt to ground yourself. “Y/n? What’s wrong you’re scaring me…” being your mate he could sense your emotions. His heart beginning to race — matching the pace of your own. When you still didn’t respond he sat up, arms wrapping around your waist and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

He was scenting you, and despite your scent being able to calm anyone into sleep, his scent relaxed your whole body. “Better? Baby please speak you’re scaring me.” You sighed, hands shaking slightly as you relaxed into his embrace. “I had a dream Yoongi. But not like a dream, it was like a...like a… warning. It was a warning.”

“Explain please.” You sighed, pulling the blankets up around you tightly. “In my dream I was running, and there was a boy calling out to me. And I fell and be caught up. And he gave me a warning. He told me Jinyoung was coming for me. A storm is going to hit the mountains soon. And when it does Jinyoung will come with some of the strongest in his pack. They’ll use the rain to their advantage and try and storm the pack house. And he’ll take me. And because of the poor weather, none of you would be able to track me.”

It was terrifying out loud. Saying those very words sent chills down your spine. Jinyoung quite frankly was your worst nightmare. And as much as you tried to convince yourself that you weren’t scared of him anymore. You were terrified. “Did this boy tell you how to protect yourself?” You hadn’t even noticed the grip Yoongi had on you was practically suffocating.

“He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that I need to stay close to you. And the pack.” Yoongi was silent for a moment. “Anything else?” You debated whether you should mention how familiar the boy looked. Even though you’d never seen him before. “He was familiar, but not. He wasn’t anyone I’ve ever seen. But he looked so familiar Yoongi. It was weird.”

“You think he was someone you used to know?” You shook your head, smiling slightly as Yoongi rested his head on your shoulder. “He was someone I felt very...comfortable around. He was young too, younger than me by a good few years. There was something about him Yoongi. He was so familiar and I can’t figure out why. His eyes...his eyes looked familiar. And everything else about him. It was so weird.”

“I think you need some more sleep baby, we can talk more when you wake up. I just want you to rest.” You Shook your head. “I need to shower. And we need to clean the sheets. I just need a moment to relax under the hot water. Since I’m feeling alright right now.”

His arms unwrapped from around your waist to let you go. A sad puppy look on his face as you left him to clean up the mess you made of the sheets alone. Once the bathroom door shut behind you you took a deep breath — still deeply unsettled by your dream. You let the water run for a few seconds, letting it heat up to a comfortable temperature before stepping in. “Maybe I’ll wear clothes today…” yeah sure.

The water felt nice, like a warm embrace. Shampooing your hair felt amazing, nails digging into your scalp as you scrubbed. Maybe things would be okay. Maybe that dream was just that — a dream. Jinyoung won’t get to you. Not with Yoongi And Namjoon there to protect you. You’d be okay. Of course you would...right?

—

A/n: feel free to leave some feedback! I’d love to know what you thought about this :3

[thesevenseraphs]

Bungie Weekly Update - 2/21/19

This week at Bungie, the Drifter is preparing for a turn to lead the next season.

We’re nearing the end of Season of the Forge. Guardians have plundered the Black Armory of its secrets and weapons. Shaxx hosted Crimson Days and Lord Saladin is watching over the final Iron Banner of the season. Before the Drifter takes center stage, we’ll be hosting a Raid-Along livestream featuring Scourge of the Past. If you’ve ever wanted to know what it’s like to build a raid from the ground up, this is your chance to peek behind the curtains here at Bungie.

Scourge of the Past Raid Along

Date: Tuesday, February 26

Time: 10 AM–12 PM PST

Watch: Twitch.tv/Bungie

Members of the Raid Test team will be fighting the good fight, as designers, artists, producers and more lend commentary on taking an idea and creating the greatest challenge our game has to offer.

Alright, Alright, Alright…

To get Gambit primed for the Season of the Drifter, we have been working on some Quality of Life improvements We’re changing the way this little game is played, based on our own experience as players and a lot of feedback that we’ve collected since Forsaken launched. Today, Senior Designer Robbie Stevens is speaking on behalf of the team to take us through the changes you can expect on March 5.

Robbie: As we build on the Gambit theme in Season of the Drifter, we want to make sure to address some of the top feedback items for the base activity. Below is a sneak-peak of changes we’ve made based on the community’s feedback. Expect more details and additional quality-of-life changes for Gambit when Season of the Drifter drops on March 5.

Changed the third round of Gambit to a Primeval rush sudden death. This will speed up Gambit matches overall and add a change of pace to the final round.

Overhauled how we choose the invader spawn location and increased the number of invader spawn points for each map. This should greatly reduce the chances of spawning very near or in direct line of sight of an enemy Guardian.

Implemented Idle Protection which means that players that remain dormant for too long will not receive end-of-match rewards or Infamy points.

The Triumph “Light vs. Light” can now be progressed by killing any Guardian using a Super, not just invaders. This makes attaining the Dredgen title a less daunting task.

Adjustments to Blocker types by deposit tier:

Small Blocker = Taken Goblin with less health than the previous Phalanx.

Medium Blocker = Taken Captain with more health than the previous Knight.

Large Blocker = Taken Knight with more health than the previous Ogre.

These changes arrive with the Season of the Drifter. To get you ready for the change in seasons, we’re enabling Triple Infamy for the final week of Season of the Forge.

Triple Infamy

Start: 2/26/2019, 9 AM PST

End: 3/5/2019 

Are you looking to become a Dredgen and impress the Drifter? Or maybe acquire a few weapons to round out your collection? Wins, losses, and bounties will all reward you with increased Infamy throughout the week.

Back to the Sandbox

Alongside the Gambit quality-of-life changes, our Sandbox Team will be fine-tuning some weapon archetypes to refresh the gameplay experience in Destiny 2. The following is a quick preview of some changes coming with Destiny Update 2.2.0, with developer commentary from Sandbox Designer Victor Anderson:

Linear Fusion Rifles

These Energy weapons have dominated Gambit for quite some time. First came Sleeper Simulant. Then came the Queenbreaker. We’ve made them less forgiving so we can enjoy a change of pace.

Linear Fusion Rifle aim-assist values will receive an adjustment to reduce effectiveness at very long ranges.

While Queenbreaker has high aim-assist values by default, we discovered an issue where it was not honoring aim-assist values that applied to other Linear Fusion Rifles of the same archetype. This resulted in Queenbreaker having over double the intended aim assist.

Linear Fusion Rifles will receive a 10% damage increase in PvE to compensate for the above changes.

Shotguns

In Season of the Drifter, we’re making a few changes to rapid-fire Shotguns, and the Full Auto perk. We're doing this for a few reasons, one of them being that the Full Auto perk feels far too important to Shotguns in PvE. This perk effectively doubles the damage output of any given Shotgun due to the rate of fire increase.

While we believe it is important to have useful perks on your weapons, the efficacy of this was so impactful that rapid-fire Shotguns became the only Shotguns worth considering for PvE. When the following changes release in Season of the Drifter, we hope you might be inspired to equip an aggressive Shotgun or maybe even take a slug Shotgun for a spin in a PvE activity.

Shotguns will receive a damage multiplier in PvE activities, effectively doubling their damage.

The Legend of Acrius is an exception to this.

Full Auto rate-of-fire bonus for Shotguns is now +10%, down from +100%.

In addition, it no longer increases the Shotgun pellet spread.

Default rate-of-fire values for have also shifted:

Aggressives are 55 RPM, up from 45 RPM

Precisions are 70 RPM, up from 55 RPM

Lightweights are 80 RPM (they were erroneously stated to be 90 RPM previously)

Rapid-Fire 140 RPM, down from 200 RPM (they were previously natively 100 RPM, but due to the intrinsic full auto, actually had 200 RPM)

Also reduced base damage for Shotguns across the board to align with their new rates of fire on a per sub-archetype basis.

Ammo reserves for Shotguns were re-evaluated due to the increased efficiency of having more damage per shot.

We also took the opportunity to slightly adjust Shotguns for the Crucible. While Shotguns will remain effective in the Crucible, we have toned down the range at which Shotguns could secure a one-shot kill.

Additionally, the team has some information regarding balance changes for the One-Eyed Mask Exotic, which will release with Update 2.2.0:

One-Eyed Mask

In various combat situations, One-Eyed Mask has been too effective, and has become a non-choice Exotic for Titans in PvP environments. After implementing the following changes, we believe the Exotic will still be potent if used well, but there will be more opportunities to counter it.

The duration of the Mark of Vengeance has been reduced from 15 seconds to 8 seconds

The way players refill health after a successful kill has changed. Before, it restored all of your health and the overshield refilled over time. Now, the health refills over time alongside the overshield. This should give a leg up when encountering situations where multiple people are fighting one person with the One-Eyed Mask equipped.

Vengeance will no longer trigger for players in Super. This was making Supers far too potent.

A new season means a new reality in combat. Keep up the chatter, and we’ll keep curating the Sandbox so that Destiny adapts to the way you play!

They’ll Be Your Guide

Navigating the various destinations of Destiny can sometimes be difficult, whether a snag occurs when following a quest line or an enemy fails to appear in the world. The Player Support Team is here to shine a light on the right path forward so you can get you to the loot you’ve been hunting.

This is their report.

Destiny 2 Update 2.2.0 Resolved Issues Preview – Part 2

Following the conversation from last week, here’s the second batch of player-impacting issues that we expect to be resolved with Update 2.2.0 in early March.

“Mint Condition” Triumph: The “Mint Condition” Triumph is not unlocking.

“Forged in Fire” Triumph: The “Forged in Fire” Triumph is not unlocking.

“Master Smith” Triumph: The “Master Smith” Triumph is not updating for Rare research frame completions.

“Calculated Trajectory” Triumph: The “Calculated Trajectory” Triumph and medal do not trigger in Iron Banner.

“The Eternal Return” Emblem: The emblem “The Eternal Return” is not updating each time players conquer Dûl Incaru in the Dreaming City.

“Senior Recruiter” Emblem: The emblem “Senior Recruiter” is not updating for Refer-a-Friend referral completions.

“Black Armory Devotee” Bounty: The “Black Armory Devotee” bounty does not progress when using non-frame Black Armory weapons.

Check back next week for our third and final Resolved Issues Preview for Update 2.2.0. For the full Destiny 2 Update 2.2.0 patch notes when they are available, players should monitor our Updates page.

Relics of the Golden Age

Also resolved in Update 2.2.0 is an issue that has caused confusion regarding the “Relics of the Golden Age” quest for Sturm. Currently, one of the steps in this quest directs players to “decrypt” five Legendary engrams and one Exotic engram. In Update 2.2.0, this quest description will update to direct players to “pick up” these engrams, which aligns with Year 2 world-drop engram behavior.

To set the correct expectations, here are special cases that players should be aware of when completing this step:

Prime Engrams do not count toward this quest step.

Vendor rank-up rewards and Cryparch-purchased engrams do not count toward this quest step.

Fated Engrams and direct-purchase Exotics from Xûr do not count toward this quest step.

Engrams left in activities that recover to postmaster do not count toward this quest step.

Year 1-style Legendary and Exotic engrams that slot into players’ inventories and require manual decryption do not count toward this step. These are very rare, but are still available from some sources.

As always, players who encounter gameplay issues should report them to the #Help forum.

[xsister-serpent]

Take On Me

Summary: From your horrible job to the awful/abusive ex-boyfriend, you decide to come back to your old hometown after 5 years. Everything was just as it was when you left it senior year, except for your neighbor Josh Summers. The seventh part of Take On Me series.

A/N: Aaannndd we’re back! Life has been hitting left and right so thank you for being patient for this <3 i appreciate this so much! Enjoy <3<3 tagging : @move-im-indigenous @ifitstoogoodtobetrue @they-are-not-just-stories 

Inspired by Take On Me (acoustic version) by A-ha

Warnings: Cursing , Fluff and a dash of Smut (18+ Older!!) 

I left his car and walked into my house. I quickly unlocked the door and went upstairs towards my room. I pulled out a backpack from my closet and shoved in whatever clothes I could find. I began to dig into my drawers finding my black one piece swim suit. I packed in my PJs and other clothes in my bag. I walked over to the bathroom and took my tooth brush and the essentials . I shoved everything into the bag and hooked it over my shoulder.

I rushed out of the door and made a bee line to his house. I threw my up my hood and placed dark glasses over me incase my aunts car came by.  I went on the other side of the house and found the back door. It was open and I snuck inside. I walked around the pool and notice there was a jacuzzi beside it. I saw Josh through his sliding glass door. His house was gorgeous. I gently tapped on his window catching his attention.

“I’m really loving this spy vs spy look you got going.” josh greeted as he opened the door to let me in.

“I owe you one,” I spoke as he locked the door behind him.

“Let me take your sweater,” he spoke as I handed it to him, “I got some movies and popcorn for us.”

My mouth dropped as I saw his elaborate living room. It was like something out an Ikea spread. A flat screen tv hanged above the fire place as neatly decorated furniture was scattered about. A little corner of the room was filled to the shelves with books along with a cosy bench window seat. It connected with a large kitchen covered in stainless steel and wood.

“You have a nice place,” I complimented looking at the oak dining table.

“Thanks. Im trying to get a theme going, along the lines of rustic but home-ish??”

I titled my head, “So like city meets little house on the Prairie??”

“I have no fucking clue,” he shrugged as he pulled out two beers.

I chuckled, “Well that’s one way to put it. Your pool is really nice and a jacuzzi too.”

“Yea,” He answered, “If you want we could go night swimming?”

“That sounds amazing,”

“Perfect,” he smiled.

I felt a smirk tug at my lips. He brought out a beer and a wine glass and lightly patted the spot next to him. I placed my bag on the floor and sat next to him.

“What movies you got?” I asked as I eyeballed the DVD’s on this table.

“Let’s see I got mad max, kill bill, crimson peak, I recently got avengers infinity war,” he spoke holding up.

“Oh nice, have you watched it yet?” I asked.

“No not yet. You wanna watch it?”

“Of course but just be warned to be ready for a world of hurt.”

“Don’t tell me anymore,” josh chuckled as he placed it in the tv.

He came back and set out the chips and candy. We made ourselves comfortable as we watched the movie. I poured myself a glass of wine knowing how bad this movie would play out. I could feel Josh’s arm wrap around my shoulders, his fingers tips tracing circles around my shoulder. I smiled as I nestled onto his chest. Although I had seen this movie josh was purely invested in it. I knew cuddling was not going to last. I scooted away as he watched the intense fight scene between Thanos and hulk. Suddenly it came to the scene of Loki and the tesseract.

“No,” josh whispered in shock, “Oh no...”

I hid my smile as he gazed at the screen. Then came Loki’s death. I heard him gasping his hand on his mouth in disbelief. I chuckled and reached for my beer. He turned towards me, “He’s coming back right?? Y/n tell me that little shit is coming back??”

“I don’t know babe,” I spoke taking a slip. I stopped in mid drink. The terms of endearment just naturally rolled off my tongue with him. 

“This whole movie is unbelievable,” he whispered as he now was leaning against me.

 Within the next minutes of the movie I could hear josh mumble a few curse words. More or less of holy shit or I can’t. From his cheering on captain America, to his laughter at Thor and Peter quills pissing contest. It was heaven. Until it came to the horrible ending scene. Josh was now leaning forward his hand on my knee while the other under his chin. His eyes widen as Thanos delivered his last line to Thor. Then came to the snap.

Josh's hand went to his mouth, “Y/n what’s happening?!”

“Just watch the movie.” 

“Babe I swear-,” he had paused as he saw Bucky Barnes turn to dust, “OH MY GOD!!”

I watched with a smile as he yelled in heartbreak.

“NOO!!”, he shouted in disbelief as he saw Peter Parker turn into dust, “WHAT THE FUCK?! NOT SPIDEY!”

Soon thanos appeared on the screen. Josh quickly grabbed my popcorn and threw a piece at the screen, “That purple son of a bitch!”

The screen went to after credits. Josh sat back and covered his face with his palms.

“You alright love?” I asked rubbing his back.

“No,” he spoke as he slumped back to his chair, “I have another year to see captain marvel kick that shriveled raisins ass.”

I laughed as his rested his head on my shoulder. He sighed heavily and went to TV.

“That was majorly depressing,” josh spoke ejecting the DVD.

“What would make you happy??” I asked as I placed my glass on the table.

Josh looked behind me, “Wanna take a dip in the jacuzzi??”

I looked back at the pool then at him,”That sounds fun.”

“Put on your bathing suit and meet me outside.”

He kissed the corner of my lips and went up the stair case. I went for my bag and grabbed my black one piece and went to the bathroom. As I switched on the light my jaw dropped. Everything was in pure marble and steel. Even the guest restroom decor was like a 5 star suite. I could only imagine what his bedroom looked liked. I could hear him shuffle and the door open and close.

I stripped out of my clothes and slipped on my swimsuit. I felt the cold chill as I walked out house and into the backyard. Off in the corner was the jacuzzi. Josh was already heating the water. Off to the side I notice there was a bottle of beer and my wine glass. He glanced over his shoulder, “Just heating up the water hun.”

I walked over to him as I crossed my arms over my chest. I began to shift my weight on my heels as another cold breeze blew through.

“How much longer?”

“It should be better now,” he spoke as he dipped his foot in. “Yup it’s warms enough.”

He walked in and I followed. I hummed in enjoyment as I felt the hot water engulf my goose-nipped skin.

“This feels so good,” I hummed as I closed my eyes.

“It does, doesn’t it?” josh spoke as he did the same, “You want some bubbles?”

“Please!”

He chuckled as he pressed a button to the side of him. A sudden rush of bubbles came into the jacuzzi along with a power water jet that began to massage into my back. I closed my eyes as I felt the knots in my back unwind.

“Oh my god josh this is perfect,” I spoke as it went lower, “Honestly your house is goals and this is the cherry on top.”

“You think so?” He asked.

“Absolutely, I could only dream about owning a house like this,” I complimented taking my wine, “I’ll probably be in so much debt though, not that I’m already am. I mean at this rate I’ll be lucky enough to find a flat.”

“Y/n if you need money I could give you some.”

I paused before taking another sip. There was no single hint doubt in his voice.

“You know I can’t ask that of you.” I placed the glass beside me. “I don’t want your money.”

“I know you don’t, that’s why I’m offering it.” Josh spoke in such a confidence even I couldn’t understand. He placed his beer behind him and moved in front of me. He placed his arms on the either side of me, so I wouldn’t have a choice but to look at him. I stood in silence for moment searching his face for any hint of doubt or joke. His brown eyes searching mine, “What are you thinking about?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am y/n.”

“Josh it’s not right. I can’t ask that of you. You’d be like my sugar daddy or something, it’s not fair of me to ask that. I couldn’t….”

My voice drifted off as I tried breaking his gaze but he titled his head catching it once more.

“Y/n, You haven’t given me a good reason not to trust you with my money. In fact you’ve proven me the opposite.”

I sighed heavily. He wasn’t wrong but this didn’t feel entirely too right either. His hand went down to my thigh resting on them while his bad hand remained to the side of me.

“You’ve forgotten what it’s like to be care of..” He gently whispered.  

My eyes snapped up at him. I could feel his eyes strip away piece by piece of what I had kept away inside.

“W-what?”

“You heard me,’’ he affirmed.

I did. I heard him loud and clear. Josh’s hand came out of the water and cupped my face. His fingers caressed my jaw as though I’d slip away from him. I could feel his breath graze against my lips.

“Whatever burden you carry it’s mine now, understand? I don’t want you to worry about your loans or all that other bullshit okay? I wanna help you,” he offered, “Let me take care of you.”

I watched his eyes flick to my gaze then to my lips. He leaned forward and I was captured in his kiss. I hungrily kissed him back as he explored my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands moved my legs around his waist. His back was now against the wall while I sat on his lap. We broke apart trying to catch a breath.

“Okay,” I breathed.

“You gotta say it baby,” he spoke looking up at me.

His soulful brown eyes were shining now.

“I’ll let you take care of me.” I leaned down and captured his lips once more. His hands ran up my spine as his lips went to my neck. I bit my lip as an arousal began to build between my legs. I slowly moved my hips against his crotch, testing the waters first. Josh’s breath began hitch and his hand began travel up towards my breasts. I gasp in pleasure as his large hand began to palm my breast while the other gripped onto my ass. I could feel his cock began to stiffen as his hips began to grind against mine.

I want this, I wanted him. But something wasn’t right.

“Josh, w-wait.” I brought my hand up to his chest and he paused.

“What is it?” He spoke catching his breath.

“Can we go inside?” I asked breathlessly.

“Y-yea of course,” he replied, “Whatever your comfortable with kitten.”

He began to reach for the controller and turned off the jacuzzi. I began to fidget with my hands as I suddenly remembered he was going to a different side of me. He turned back towards me and rose a brow, “Is there something else??”

“Yea, I-uh??” I stammered as my mind began to race elsewhere. Just exactly how prepared was I for this?? My cheeks began to turn a slight pink as the fire from my chest began to sizzle out. I took a breath as I steadied my thoughts “Okay, it’s been a while since I’ve done this. Well, not a while, more like a 5 years but that’s not the point. The point is, is that I want this is be special. With you. I’d like to just take it slow with you.”

“Sweetheart If you’re not ready that’s okay,” he spoke assuringly.

“The thing is I am ready,” I admitted, “And I really want to with you. I just need some time to prepare. Like a shower.”

“I understand,” Josh smiled softly and kissed my cheek, “Thank you for telling me. God you’re so beautiful when you blush.”

“Quit it,” I spoke lightly splashing the water against his face.

“Even with that dark and brooding attitude,” he spoke kissing my nose, “Cute little softie.”

“Alright that’s enough,” I chuckled. 

[journeyintotheshelves]

July is a busy month for me. Not only do I have quite a bit to do in real life — which includes a bachelorette weekend — but I have big reading plans too. I plan on participating in TWO readathons this month: The Book Junkie Trials and the Medieval-a-thon. Both are RPG-style readathons that are so ridiculously creative I can’t even begin to describe how much I’m in love with both of them. I really pulled myself out of my slump in June, and with my excitement for these readathons, I hope my July is even better reading wise.

The Book Junkie Trials, created by Rachel Marie Book Junkie on Youtube, is a map-based readathon where readers are divided into teams, read for points, and follow a path to glory. Since the trials is the most involved of the two readathons, I organized my TBR around that and fit the Medieval-a-thon prompts around the books I chose. The Medieval-a-thon, created by Holly Hearts Books on Youtube, is a readathon where you create your own character by the books that you read; the number that you read is what caste you’re in and there are different prompts for clothing and weapons.

My goal is to read at least eight books this month, which is doable I think. If I manage to do that, I will complete my team’s path for the trials, finish my own TBR challenges that I have for every month, and end Medieval-a-thon a queen with a crown, cape, bracers, chest plate, boots, and a sword — a very formidable queen, I think.

I’m following the Mage path for the trials, and have to read these five books in order no matter what (no DNF’ing either).

Prompt 1: ORC GROVE: Read a book that is gruesome, gory, or gritty

Tokyo Ghoul, Vol. 4: Sui Ishida

In the dictionary, Tokyo Ghoul has to be next to the definition for gruesome. There may be worse offenders in manga than this, but it really toes the tolerance line for me. But, the storyline and morality of the world are so fascinating that I keep returning to the series. This’ll be an interesting start to this readathon, to say the least.

Tokyo Ghoul also fufills the class specific challenge of reading a book out of my comfort zone since I normally hate horror/gory stories.

Prompt 2: OL’ PIRATE COVE: Read a book that takes place, at least in part, at sea

Dark Shores (Dark Shores: 1): Danielle L. Jensen

This is one of my most anticipated releases of 2019, and I’m so excited to finally dive into it (pun fully intended). I mean, a book about gods, pirates and politics? Sign me right up.

Dark Shores also covers the crown prompt — read a book where a character fights for the throne — for Medieval-a-thon.

Prompt 3: GLIMMER: Read a beautiful or colorful book

Beneath the Sugar Sky (Wayward Children: 3): Seanan McGuire

McGuire’s Wayward Children is one of my favorite series of recent years, and I loved Down Among the Sticks and Bones even better than the first book. I hope that Sugar Sky continues this trend of being better than the last.

Beneath the Sugar Sky also covers the cape prompt — read a book with read on the cover — for Medieval-a-thon, and my personal monthly goal to read an adult novel.

Prompt 4: DRACONIC ISLE: Read a book that features dragons

A Clash of Kings (A Song of Ice and Fire: 2): George R. R. Martin

Okay, so I know this book has been on a monthly TBR before, but this month it will happen — I mean, it has to for me to complete the trials. I love this story, and I think it has been long enough since the finale that I can dive into the world of Westeros once more.

A Clash of Kings also covers the bracers prompt — read a thick paperback — for Medieval-a-thon, and my personal monthly goal to read a sequel.

Prompt 5: THE BOOKIE GRAIL: Read the group book

Stardust: Neil Gaiman

This book has been on my shelves for ages (so long that I actually forgot that I owned it and almost bought a second copy…whoops). I’m so glad that this was picked as the group book and will end my mage journey. I think it’ll be a breath of fresh air after Clash of Kings.

Stardust also covers my personal monthly goal to read a backlist title since it was originally published in 1998.

  In order to complete my personal goals and Medieval-a-thon, I have to read three more books. These books would be extra for the trials, and will still give my team points.

Prompt 6: THE GREAT LIBRARY: Read a book that has been on your TBR forever

Three Dark Crows (Three Dark Crowns: 1): Kendare Blake

I’ve had this book for ages — I had an ARC of it and it came in an OwlCrate box back in 2016 — and I haven’t picked it up once. One of my friends (this one is for you, Nicole) have been pestering me to read it ever since, but I kept putting it off. But this month, I randomly picked it from my TBR jar, so it’s time. Plus, I think it’s quite fitting to read while participating in two fantasy-based readathons.

Three Dark Crowns also covers the chest plate prompt — read a shiny book — and my personal goal to read a Top 10 to Read in 2019.

Prompt 7: THE HALLOW ISLE: Read an atmospheric or horror book

Here There Are Monsters: Amelinda Bérubé

As I said earlier, horror books are not my thing. But, I picked up a copy of Here There Are Monsters and fell in love with the cover (I mean, it’s so freaking gorgeous and atmospheric all on it’s own). I’m hoping the book is just as amazing as it’s cover and doesn’t freak me out too much.

Publication date: August 1, 2019

Here There Are Monsters also covers the sword prompt — read a book with something pointy on the cover — for Medieval-a-thon, and my personal goal to read an ARC.

Prompt 8: EMPTY BARREL INN: Read an indulgent read

Slammed (Slammed: 1): Colleen Hoover

Colleen Hoover’s books are such a guilty pleasure of mine. I haven’t read her most recent ones (yet), but those that I have read I loved (except Confess, but let’s not talk about that one…). Slammed is one of Hoover’s earliest novels and I’ve heard mixed things about it, but I’m sure it’s going to be as indulgent as ever.

Slammed also covers the boots prompt — read a book that has yellowed over time — for Medieval-a-thon.

  If, by some miracle, I finish all eight books and there are still days in the month left, I picked books for every other prompt for both the Book Junkie Trials and Medieval-a-thon. There are some that I would love to get to sooner rather than later, but when I put pressure on my reading is when I get into a slump, so I really am just going to wing it. I’m not going to get into why I picked the books I picked — this TBR is already long enough as it is haha — but you can always drop a comment if you want to chat about them!

Prompt 9: THE DROWNING DEEP: Read a book with rich world building

Godsgrave (The Nevernight Chronicles: 2): Jay Kristoff Godsgrave also covers the duel daggers prompt — read a book with assassins — for Medieval-a-thon.

Prompt 10: THE FORGOTTEN FORESTS: Read a sequel

The Two Towers (Lord of the Rings: 2): J.R.R. Tolkien The Two Towers also covers the bow & arrow prompt — read a book about elves — for Medieval-a-thon. I mean, I couldn’t not.

Prompt 11: CRIMSON PEAKS: Re-read a favorite

The Night Circus: Erin Morgenstern

Prompt 12: QUEENDOM STONE: Read a book featuring Royalty

American Royals: Katherine McGee Publication date: September 3rd

Prompt 13: THE WEEPING FALLS: Read a tear-jerker

The Fountains of Silence: Ruta Sepetys Publication date: October 1st

Prompt 14: DWARF MOUNT: Read a book with a hint of romance

Ao Haru Ride, Vol. 3: Io Sakisaka

Prompt 15: APOTHECARY TOWERS: Choose a book at random (7, 3, 42)

The Bride Test (The Kiss Quotient: 2): Helen Hoang (I had my mother pick three numbers — one for the bookshelf, one for the specific shelf, and one for the book number — and this was what she picked. What luck!)

Prompt 16: THE ELVEN GUARD: Read a book with War, Military or Politics themes

The Poppy War (The Poppy War: 1): R.F. Kuang

Prompt 17: GIANT SQUID: Read a book that intimidates you

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage: Haruki Murakami

Prompt 18: HELMET: A book with a dragon on the cover

The Ruin of Kings (A Chorus of Dragons: 1): Jenn Lyons

Prompt 19: BATTLE AXE: A book with mercenaries

The Boneless Mercies: April Genevieve Tucholke

With 19 books, my TBR for July is my biggest and most ambitious yet! (Hopefully my slump stays far far away.) Check out my full July TBR for @Medievalathon and @TheBookieTrials here: July is a busy month for me. Not only do I have quite a bit to do in real life -- which includes a bachelorette weekend -- but I have 

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Ghosts of Memories

 Pairing Clint Barton x reader

A/N: this is for #MAMTWritingchallenge hosted by @marvelatmytrash (I haven’t decided whether or not to make it a series yet. I will see where this one goes.) feedback is always welcome, as is reblogging.

“You have no idea who I am do you?” paired with calming someone down after a nightmare.

Warnings: Fluff, maybe, language, violence, memory loss, lost love, nightmares, trauma…basically if you’re under 18, don’t read this!

Summary: You are a SHIELD agent, one of the top elite. Not only do you kick ass with weapons and without, you can also control elements ie. Earth, fire, wind, water, electrical current and light. You can’t remember anything past 6 years ago, due to a terrible accident, or so you’ve been told. Doctors say your memories may never come back. So what happens when they do start to return?

Six years ago:

“I’m just going to the store to get eggs and milk, then pick up a deluxe pizza on my way home.” Y/N shouted down the basement stairs to her hubby. Clint peeked around the corner and looked up at her with his best puppy dog eyes. She caved and sighed. “Alright, ham and pineapple, and a 6-pack of Bud Light, but only because I love you and because it’s your birthday.”

Clint ran up the stairs and wrapped Y/N in his arms, and giving her a short, intimate kiss, promising some fun later. She threw her arms around his neck, moaning into his kiss. “Thanks honey. You are really the best, you know that? You kick ass, save the world, and you’re mine.” he whispered in her ear.

She smiled, “Of course I know Clint, and I’m lucky to have you too.” She said, winking at him and kissing him on the nose. “Who else could I get to fix the toilet, help me save the world, and kill all the spiders for me. You’re indispensable.” Y/N giggled as Clint reached for her sides, especially that ticklish spot by her ribcage. She squealed and tried to tickle him back, but he backed her against the wall. “Ok, ok. I give.” He was laughing as hard as she was as they kissed then, both breathless and both exceedingly happy.

As she got in the car, she remembered his reaction that morning as she presented his birthday present, neatly wrapped with an iridescent bow and matching ribbon. As he opened it, and realization set in, a huge grin appeared on his face, and in an instant he was swinging her around, showering her with hugs and kisses, the framed ultrasound picture still in his hand. She was about ten weeks according to the tests, and everything looked exactly the way it should, no abnormalities. It was too soon to know the gender, but she didn’t care. They were pregnant.

She listened to radio as she drove, weather reports and warnings were filling every station she tuned in to. Then she hit a winter onslaught. The sky darkened, and in the blink of an eye a torrential downpour of ice and snow suddenly clouded her vision. As she tried to use her power to lessen the storm’s intensity, another car lost traction on the icy street, and rammed into Y/N’s SUV. The force of the impact caused her car to break through the barrier of the bridge, and plummet head first into the frigid waters below. Blackness and water were everywhere, Y/N tried to move the water and get the car out, but there was too much ice. Instead of moving the car out, the ice pushed it down to the bottom. Her cracked windshield began leaking, the cold beginning to seep in, and without any access to wind, she couldn’t get out.

Desperate to free herself from her seemingly inescapable prison, she used light to melt what remained of the window, bracing herself for the onslaught of arctic liquid that would come at her. It wasn’t enough, the pressure slammed into her, knocking breath from her lungs, not letting her get air before enveloping her. Y/N tried to focus as she swam out the window toward the surface. Finding a small opening still in the layer of ice that covered the river, she came up for air, trying to grab the top of the ice. She could hear people yelling, but was too cold to say anything. Then before she could make the water warmer and get herself to shore, she was pulled under by the current, her head striking the jagged edge of the ice, and her world went black.

Present day:

Y/N stared at the transfer notice in her hand. Why on earth, especially since she really liked her current posting in Ireland, would she all of a sudden need to go to New York. Fuck this shit. Her head began to pound, and she absently grabbed a bottle from her pocket, popped two white T-3’s and went back to cleaning out her room. There was some small part of her that wishes she was normal, with a normal job, maybe a normal family. But noooo, she was a government assassin, and an inhuman, which made her a valuable commodity, and apparently needed in New York. She looked out her window, thinking how much she was going to miss all the lush green countryside and the peaceful walks amongst that greenery.

New York, where the aliens had attacked some time before, and the Avengers initiative was enacted. She knew who Nick Fury was, especially since he was the first person she had seen when she’d awoken from her coma. They had met on numerous occasions since, and each time he had attempted to recruit her to help with the Avengers. But she had declined each time, not wanting to leave Europe. She wasn’t European by birth, but she’d grown to love it here since being re-assigned after her accident, the one where she lost a lot of her life, her memories gone, locked away in the deep recesses of her mind. Doctors said the memories could come back at some point, or they may never return. What was worse, SHIELD files had been erased of her life before. It was almost as if they were hiding something from her, either for mental health reasons, or simply because they liked her better now. And no one ‘knew’ anything, or so they said, even Fury, stating that maybe she shouldn’t keep digging. She had tried social media, phone records, DMV records, anything, and they all came up blank. It was as if she’d never existed before, and it nagged at her conscience.

She was soon packed and on board the small plane that would take her across the ocean. Agent Phil Coulson met her at the airstrip when she landed, to escort her to their base. “Welcome here Y/N.” He extended his hand and she took it happily. Phil was something of a legend amongst the elite agents, having been the force behind putting together the A-team as she liked to call them. And truth be told, she was anxious to meet them, having been a fan for a while now. Natasha Romanova was kind of a role model, even though the age difference was only 2 years, she was everything Y/N aspired to be. There were times she imagined sparing with Widow, just to see who could best who first, though she suspected for as good as she was, Natasha was better, having trained from a young age.

When they finally arrived at the ‘secret’ base, she was shown to her quarters, where she set to work unpacking and changing out of her travel clothes. Making sure her identification was properly displayed, she took herself on a self-guided tour of the facility. It was actually pretty nice digs, and pretty big, much bigger than the Irish base. Not watching in front of her, because she was busy looking around, she walked into a brick wall, which actually wasn’t a wall at all. Thor had been walking back from the cafeteria with some java for the road, when Y/N bumped into him, causing hot liquid to erupt from the cup, and spill all over both parties.

Y/N immediately apologized. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt? Let me help.” And bent down to retrieve pieces of broken pottery that was the cup.

Thor smiled warmly. “No harm done. There is always more coffee to be had. Are you new here?” he asked, seeing your name badge.

Her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. “That obvious huh. Yeah, just transferred in from Ireland. I’m Y/N. You must be Thor.” She stated casually, gesturing at his armor and cape, and of course that infamous hammer. Mjolnir was the most fascinating weapon she’d ever seen. Y/N pointed to the beautiful but deadly item in his hand. “I know I can’t pick it up, but can I…well…touch it? Sorry, that sounded weird. It’s just a really awesome hammer.” She blushed more, realizing how stupid that sounded.

Thor chuckled. “Not at all my lady. By all means, feel free to gaze upon the power of the mighty Mjolnir. However I must warn you, it does tend to shock those who touch it, except me of course.”

Y/N raised a brow, now completely thrilled. She reached out her hand and ran it across the Asgardian symbols and craftmanship, and did indeed get a shock. But rather than sting, it seemed to blend into her skin and ignite her own power. Soon her body and Mjolnir were sharing electrical current, the hammer increasing the strength of Y/N’s energy output. Thor watched the interaction, completely taken aback with what was transpiring in front of him. Never in his lifetime had anyone been able to create that kind of power with his hammer except for himself. Now his curiosity was peaked, and he offered Y/N the weapon to hold. Frowning but not unwilling to try, she accepted the gift, and both were genuinely shocked when the hammer allowed her to hold it.

Some of the nearby agents had stopped to witness this event, including Fury and Coulson, and a wide range of expressions filled their faces, from shock, to amazement, to genuine wow. Y/N handed the hammer back to Thor when she saw the attention she had attracted. Excusing herself, she made her way over to Nick Fury and extended her hand. “Sir, good to see you again.” You said with respect, and perhaps a touch of affection. Fury was like the older brother, always protecting her and covering her ass when she dug into files she shouldn’t.

Fury accepted the gesture and returned the handshake. “Y/N. Haven’t changed a bit I see. Still manage to find new and interesting ways to make yourself known.”

Y/N smiled. “Yes sir! Now, on with the tour!” She gave a mock salute, earning a smirk from Coulson and a glare from Fury. He didn’t scold her, but she did make herself scarce, as the tour wasn’t quite done yet anyways.

She had been briefed on the plane with regards to the nature of her re-assignment. Power, they needed whatever they could get, and Y/N’s power was amongst the best in the entire SHIELD world. Talks of aliens and impending doom were everywhere. But the agency seemed especially worried. Whatever. Steady paychecks helped with the negotiations, landing herself a nice raise and bonus incentive. She could only hope that her ‘headaches’ and ‘nightmares’ didn’t interfere with her work. It wasn’t bad now, not like it was when she’d first awaken, but it still happened on occasion. It was like a never-ending cycle of torment, flashes of near death, a storm, drowning. But she could never move past those images. She would wake in cold sweats, shaking, screaming, only to realize she was alone and in no present danger. Only once did the flashbacks happen during a mission, luckily it was Fury and Hill that accompanied her for it, and neither were hurt in the process.

Fury did advise her to see a counsellor after, and she did. But the talks, while they did help some, were only that, talk. Nothing could be done to bring back the rest of the memories. It was just plain annoying sometimes. And times like this, when she was this pissed, were the times where she found exercise to be a good stress reliever. So she made her way around the base until she came across the training room, where she found Nat taking on Steve Rogers. Amused, she stood by the door and watched. Where Steve was fast and strong, Widow was small and agile, both were quick and equally deadly in their own right. Just as Y/N sat down, Steve caught movement out of the corner of his eye and Nat flipped him, taking him out for the count.

Steve got up as you walked over to apologize. “I’m sorry. I distracted you. Good match though.” You remarked.

Nat came over to join. “It wasn’t bad. Don’t apologize though. Distraction can’t be used as an excuse.” Then she looked over at Y/N. “Do you want to go a round?” she asked quizzically.

You raised a brow. “Sure. I’m Y/N. I just transferred in from Ireland.” You shook hands with Steve and with Nat.

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” Nat smiled. “Do you need to change?”

“Nope. I’m good.”

Nat motioned Y/N over to the mat. A few people stopped to watch, including Steve. Y/N put her hands up. “I won’t use my abilities. This will just be hand to hand.” She promised.

It was Nat’s turn to be surprised. “Abilities? You’re inhuman?” Y/N nodded. “That’s where I heard your name from.” She shrugged. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Nat took her fight stance, as did Y/N. For what seemed like an eternity neither moved, studying the other, watching like a lion stalking prey. Then Nat lunged, her body diving to sweep Y/N’s feet from under her. But she dodged, anticipating Widow’s tactics, and made a beeline for her arm to disable her. She countered, throwing a kick at Y/N’s arm, which was deflected, and coming around with a backhand to attack. Ducking, Y/N landed a small punch in her midsection. Nat quickly brought her knee up, catching Y/N’s chin, causing her to bite her lip. Y/N recovered quick, bringing her leg sweeping low in a circle, and connected with Nat’s ankle. She fell back, but was back on her feet quickly.

Back and forth they went, minutes ticking by, people beginning to cheer and wager on who would actually win. Without using her power, she was pretty evenly matched with her idol. For a while it seemed as though no one would ever win. Then someone else stopped to watch the fight. Someone who went white upon seeing who his friend was fighting. He pushed through the crowds to get a front row seat, unable to believe what he was seeing. “Y/N?” he whispered.

Y/N looked up at the mention of her name, and Nat got the upper hand, setting Y/N up and taking her down with that head-scissor lock flip. Gasping for air, Y/N looked for the owner of the voice that had cost her the match. Then leaning over her, offering a hand up, was a handsome, blue-eyed man that looked like he’d seen a ghost. Only he was staring at her, not a ghost. He kept her hand in his, almost afraid to let go.

Y/N tried to remove her hand, but he held firm, as if she would disappear if he let go. “Y/N. What the hell? I…it’s been 6 years. Where have you been? Why didn’t you come back if you weren’t dead? I don’t understand…” his voice trailed off as he studied Y/N’s confused look. Realization dawned on him then, and he let her hand go. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Y/N bit her lip, taking a step back as she shook her head. “No, sorry. Ummm…” Her head began jackhammering in her skull, and she ran, needing to get away from him, from everyone, just needing to be alone.

It was Nick who came knocking on her door. She let him in, only because she knew he wouldn’t go away. He motioned to sit, and Y/N nodded. The flashbacks began adding images, of a man with light brown hair, blue eyes. Holding her, making love to her, kissing her. Not even the T3’s were helping now. With tears streaming down her face, she looked into the eyes of the man she had learned to trust, the man who she was pretty sure had been partially lying to her all these years.

“I want the truth Nick, and I want it now.” Y/N wiped away a tear and glared at the man in front of her. “Who in the hell is that man and why did he act like he knew me?”

Nick sighed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a USB and threw it on the bed beside her. She looked at it, then back at Nick. Anger slowly seeped through her usually calm façade, and he held his hands up as a peace offering. “These are the files you’ve been searching for all these years. Your life before the accident, your original posting, and everything else you tried to find. That man in the gym, Agent Barton, was your husband of 5 years, and your childhood friend, your high school sweetheart, and your first love. The day of your accident, it was his birthday. Your gift to him was an ultrasound picture of the 10-week-old fetus you carried. A violent storm swept into the area when you were driving to the store, your car was run off the road and into the icy river. You nearly drown. You went into a hyperthermia-induced coma. Your abilities are quite powerful, but ice doesn’t like you. You couldn’t save yourself fast enough. You lost the baby. The memory loss was from a concussion suffered when your head found the edge of a sharp jagged ice chunk. You know the rest of this past 6 years. Everything else is on there.” He gestured to the piece of tech, and got up to leave.

Y/N just stared at the wall, barely acknowledging Nick’s exit. For two hours she just sat there, trying to process everything she’d just heard. Her skull felt like a basketball pounding on pavement. She couldn’t keep her eyes open as the world started spinning. Her body hit the mattress, feeling like lead. Her mind flashed images, dark water, sleet, ice, cold water rushing at her, the current pulling her under the ice, her chest hurting from lack of oxygen, panic. She tried to scream but the water muffled the sound. She flailed, clawing at the ice, needing the air, needing to live. Suddenly arms were holding her, shaking her, a warm male voice was calling her name.

Clint had been walking slowly toward her room, trying to figure out how to talk to her. Then her screams broke through his thoughts and he tore down the hallway, opening her door in less than 3 seconds. She was choking, her breath ragged, like she couldn’t get any air. She was panicking. She was having a nightmare. He sat on the bed and gathered her into his arms, and held her, stroking her hair, whispering soothing words.

She opened her eyes to the man who was a stranger to her, but not a stranger. She nestled into his embrace and cried.

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